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Brazil is a big football nation, reached the semifinals, and this is also a success. The players are not happy that they lost to us and then to the Netherlands, but for us it was amazing, the people were so nice, they had so much respect. We played for the Brazilians too. We played for these people. It was an amazing tournament, not because of the title, but the people.

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Mi indescriptible amor por las Copas del Mundo

Es una verdad irrefutable que cuando ves una Copa del Mundo, te sientes más cerca de las personas de otras naciones. Que comienzas a apoyar a equipos cuyo país jamás has visitado y cuya lengua no hablas. Que a veces, si te equipo ya fue eliminado, te sientes tan ansioso y nervioso por otros equipos a los que, por una razón u otra, abanderas como tuyos. Hace apenas ocho años que yo le agarré sabor a los Mundiales. A pesar de que tengo recuerdos de otras Copas del Mundo, nunca me habían interesado demasiado. Pero algo sucedió en Alemania 2006; algo que me hizo sentir como si me hubiera estado perdiendo de cosas maravillosas. El ver a la gente de diferentes países apoyando a sus selecciones sin importar nada, con la felicidad reflejada en sus rostros, me hacía sentir extrañamente feliz. Lo vibrante de los colores, la alegría, la creatividad, aunado a todas esas emociones involuntarias que me hacían sentir las maravillosas jugadas de las que grandes jugadores eran capaces. Comencé a reír, a llorar, a a sentir como mi corazón daba vuelcos y como la angustia se apoderaba de mí. Lloré cuando Argentina eliminó a mi Selección Mexicana y sufrí cuando Italia eliminó a Alemania en semifinales; me molesté cuando no pude ver a Zidane retirarse campeón y sentí una chispa de felicidad al ver a la Mannschaft alzarse con el tercer lugar. Es desde ese entonces que sin darme cuenta, comencé a apoyar a Alemania y a Ghana. Los incansables teutones y los aguerridos ghaneses conquistaron mi corazón. Es por ese motivo que hoy me sentí muy feliz al ver que Alemania obtenía una muy sufrida, y muy merecida, cuarta estrella. Mi Selección siempre va a estar en primer lugar, pero hoy por primera vez pude disfrutar del triunfo de un equipo al que admiro y eso se siente genial. Espero ahora con ansias la Copa Mundial en Rusia, y espero más que nada, poder ser testigo de un Mundial de Fútbol tan maravilloso y lleno de sorpresas como el que, a lo largo de 31 días, mis ojos me permitieron ver. Espero estar ahí, para México, para Ghana y para Alemania, y reír y llorar y gritar al lado de los que como yo, comparten este mismo amor por el fútbol. Hasta la vista Brasil 2014, que ahora comenzamos el camino hacia Rusia 2018.  Será largo, pero valdrá la pena.  

Because it couldn’t have been any other way. ♥ Germany World Cup Champion ♥

Because it couldn’t have been any other way. Germany World Cup Champion 

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Pacific Rim Coffeeshop AU

Raleigh Becket, who just lost his brother in an accident, decided to live his life around the country. One day, he stumbled across a coffeshop owned by Stacker Pantecost and his adopted daughter, Mako Mori, Pan Pacific Delight Coffeeshop (or PPDC for short). Raleigh befriended Mako in a mere minute, much to Stacker chagrin. Tired of running from his past, Raleigh accepted Stacker offer to give the shop a chance. Little did he know that the shop has another worker, Chuck Hansen, an egoistical jerk with daddy issue.  What was supposed to be one summer thing quickly developed into a friendship of a lifetime.

or maybe more? depending on your ship. or maybe just friendship. whatever floats your boats :>

"Table for one?"
Glancing down from the Pan Pacific Delight sign hanging above the entrance to the coffee shop, Raleigh Becket startles when he sees her. Her voice may be soft but it is every bit edge, and he nods only because he can’t seem to speak at all when she is all dark hair and darker eyes.
“This way please.”
The place is made of worn wood, well used chairs, and mismatched tables. She leads him to one where he can see the sea and the span of empty beaches down by the shoreline.
He doesn’t know what it is about her but he does know she is something special. She is turning halfway from his table, a menu lying in her wake, when he asks, his smile a small tentative thing that fits over his lips, “so, Mako, what would you recommend?”
The curve of her name a familiar taste on his tongue, even when he has never met her before.
"How’d—?" She looks surprised but she recovers just as fast when Raleigh flickers his eyes to the name tag pinned to her shirt. And her returning smile is almost like looking into a mirror. "My father makes a good cup of coffee if you’d like."
"Well—"
"She means the man makes a mean cup of coffee.”
The voice that interrupts him belongs to a kid, and Raleigh gets to call him that only because he has at least a couple of years on the other man. His eyes are narrowed, brown hair glimmering an almost ginger from the sunlight streaking through the opened windows. And while he dwarfs Mako with his height and the taut pull of his grey shirt over his shoulders, she gives him a sharp elbow to the side all the same with barely a second glance.
"That’s a customer, Chuck, don’t be rude."
But Chuck’s scowl only deepens as he rubs at his side with a wince, Mako rolls her eyes, and Raleigh can’t help but smile just a little harder because it has barely been five minutes and this place has already dug its roots into him with a vice grip.
And hell, he doesn’t even like coffee all that much.
(It has always been Yancy who liked the caffeine, Yancy who enjoyed the smell of fresh grounded beans. Raleigh is the one with the sweet tooth, he has always liked the cakes instead.)
☆*・゜゚・*Omake*・゜゚・*☆
“Do you guys also have cake?” Raleigh sips at the coffee with a soft contented sigh, his face nearly sparkling in delight in Mako’s eyes. Her gaze follows as he sucks the silver spoon into his mouth.
It takes a second to blink, and then another one to look away before she can offer a reply. “Like his father, Chuck’s one of the best pastry chef around.”
“No!” Comes Chuck’s voice from behind the cashier counter where Mako has banished him to after his tenth insulting comment in a span of three minutes. “I’m not selling my cakes to the likes of that guy, Mori!”

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strikereurekababy:

Pacific Rim Coffeeshop AU

Raleigh Becket, who just lost his brother in an accident, decided to live his life around the country. One day, he stumbled across a coffeshop owned by Stacker Pantecost and his adopted daughter, Mako Mori, Pan Pacific Delight Coffeeshop (or PPDC for short). Raleigh befriended Mako in a mere minute, much to Stacker chagrin. Tired of running from his past, Raleigh accepted Stacker offer to give the shop a chance. Little did he know that the shop has another worker, Chuck Hansen, an egoistical jerk with daddy issue.  What was supposed to be one summer thing quickly developed into a friendship of a lifetime.

or maybe more? depending on your ship. or maybe just friendship. whatever floats your boats :>

"Table for one?"

Glancing down from the Pan Pacific Delight sign hanging above the entrance to the coffee shop, Raleigh Becket startles when he sees her. Her voice may be soft but it is every bit edge, and he nods only because he can’t seem to speak at all when she is all dark hair and darker eyes.

“This way please.”

The place is made of worn wood, well used chairs, and mismatched tables. She leads him to one where he can see the sea and the span of empty beaches down by the shoreline.

He doesn’t know what it is about her but he does know she is something special. She is turning halfway from his table, a menu lying in her wake, when he asks, his smile a small tentative thing that fits over his lips, “so, Mako, what would you recommend?”

The curve of her name a familiar taste on his tongue, even when he has never met her before.

"How’d—?" She looks surprised but she recovers just as fast when Raleigh flickers his eyes to the name tag pinned to her shirt. And her returning smile is almost like looking into a mirror. "My father makes a good cup of coffee if you’d like."

"Well—"

"She means the man makes a mean cup of coffee.”

The voice that interrupts him belongs to a kid, and Raleigh gets to call him that only because he has at least a couple of years on the other man. His eyes are narrowed, brown hair glimmering an almost ginger from the sunlight streaking through the opened windows. And while he dwarfs Mako with his height and the taut pull of his grey shirt over his shoulders, she gives him a sharp elbow to the side all the same with barely a second glance.

"That’s a customer, Chuck, don’t be rude."

But Chuck’s scowl only deepens as he rubs at his side with a wince, Mako rolls her eyes, and Raleigh can’t help but smile just a little harder because it has barely been five minutes and this place has already dug its roots into him with a vice grip.

And hell, he doesn’t even like coffee all that much.

(It has always been Yancy who liked the caffeine, Yancy who enjoyed the smell of fresh grounded beans. Raleigh is the one with the sweet tooth, he has always liked the cakes instead.)

☆*・゜゚・*Omake*・゜゚・*☆

“Do you guys also have cake?” Raleigh sips at the coffee with a soft contented sigh, his face nearly sparkling in delight in Mako’s eyes. Her gaze follows as he sucks the silver spoon into his mouth.

It takes a second to blink, and then another one to look away before she can offer a reply. “Like his father, Chuck’s one of the best pastry chef around.”

“No!” Comes Chuck’s voice from behind the cashier counter where Mako has banished him to after his tenth insulting comment in a span of three minutes. “I’m not selling my cakes to the likes of that guy, Mori!”