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#la musica #inspiration

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Crimson Peak dir. Guillermo del Toro

#blood tw #fantasma #inspiration

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Disney Meme: twenty films [19/20] Coco (2017)

“Remember me Each time you hear a sad guitar Know that I’m with you The only way that I can be Until you’re in my arms again Remember me.”

#ugh this movie #inspiration #disney

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ghosts are so funny. they're people who were just like "actually, fuck dying" and decided to cause problems on purpose for the rest of everyone else's lives. goals tbh.

#inspiration #phantasma #NOT how miguel feels #they are very annoying thank you

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this week on buzzfeed unsolved…

#phantasma #inspiration

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Miguel was late because he almost bailed.

He was so close to bailing. What was Ber going to do if he did? Nothing. He couldn’t. Because...maybe he thought that Miguel could get ghosts to haunt him or something. Damn. That would’ve been a really good thing to threaten him with. Miguel should’ve done that.

Though...then again, Ber seemed like he knew about ghosts. Which was kind of weird, because Miguel was pretty sure that he was a Mundus. 

Ugh.

Miguel had realized he was probably not getting out of this and decided at the last minute to get up off his ass and meet Ber. Maybe so they could both get possessed, considering Miguel didn’t actually have that much experience with all this haunting stuff. That’d honestly be hilarious. 

Would also kind of suck, but mostly would be hilarious.

Miguel hustled to the place Ber instructed they meet, which meant he was kind of out of breath by the time he arrived. He did his best to hide it. He didn’t want Ber to think he was being flaky, because that meant he could have a potential reason to turn on him. 

Really, the power dynamics here were intense. 

“Yeah, uh--” Miguel swallowed a deep breath and tried to let it out slowly “--whichever you think would be best. We can, go with that.” He swung his hands down by his sides, snapping his fingers in emphasis.

Who Ya Gonna Call? || Beruel

It was time for Berlioz’s first official haunting. 

Honestly, lookin’ back, it was kind of a miracle he’d not had a haunting beforehand. There was the whole living in Swynlake thing, and the trudging through the gates of Hell thing, and the being friends with Belle and Hades thing– all which qualified him for a brush with the paranormal at one point or another. Still, the only ghost he’d proper met was Mufasa, and that had been kind of a special circumstance, hadn’t it? It wasn’t the sort of thing that ended up on bad reality television or in the tabloids. That had been closure. This was maybe asking for trouble.

But he was hoping for more of the closure sort, and that his instincts were right. Whatever ghost band still haunted the basements of Pride University were just looking for a little conversation. Once he found out what they wanted…whether it was one last show or maybe to get caught up on their favourite’s releases after their untimely passing… then they’d move on and free up the Groove Room for everyone else.

Honestly, Ber was kinda excited for it. He didn’t wanna get his hopes up, but maybe the ghosts would have some genuine stories from that time anyway. Give him some tips. Or music recommendations. 

It all depended on Miguel, though.

Berlioz waited outside the room to the basement, checkin’ his phone for the time, and then for texts. Miguel was a little late. It was totally possible, considering how jumpy the frosh had been, that he’d decided to bail on the whole thing.

But about seven minutes past when they said they’d meet up, Ber heard footsteps, and there the little frosh scurried toward him, a bit nervous-looking but…in the flesh.

“Hey,” Ber greeted, trying to be casual and not at all intimidating himself, as a senior or whatever. “You ready? I can show you the actual Groove Room first if you want or we can go straight to the ghosts.” 

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#bdrpberlioz #beruel #who ya gonna call?

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uptown funk is one of those songs that you hear for the first time and you’re like nice but then before you know it you’re screaming it in your car and dancing to it in the shower and incorporating its lyrics into your day to day conversations. don’t believe me? just watch.

#la musica #inspiration #this is actually exactly how it happened

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I told a guy his total was 13.21 and he said “wish it were that year, could actually get some good music on the radio”

#la musica #inspiration

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“Show me what you got, muchacho, I’ll be your first audience.”

#he's literally so cute bye #inspiration #disney

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Feedback || Beruel

ber-bonfamille-lyons​:

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Well, that was a bit much.

Berlioz blinked and his eyebrows pulled up. He wasn’t actually that offended. He’d gone through worse really, than a ghost possession or getting locked in a creepy basement. Though he wouldn’t like these things and he supposed it really was a possibility, so he should not piss off the medium frosh he’d found gettin’ bullied over a mixing program and a posse of ghosts. 

It was a bit annoying though. Getting snapped at. Maybe that was his mundus privilege though, so he didn’t scoff or get defensive. He wanted the Groove Room to happen, didn’t he? That was more important than tellin’ some kid off. Also he really wasn’t the type to pick arguments.

So, okay, he just sort of nodded. He did get it. He’d not want anything fucking with his future either.

“Yeah, completely. Uh. Can I get your number then? Wanna try to go down soon, I’d like to try to get the Groove Room goin’ this semester if I can.” 

He held out his phone for Miguel. Maybe he’d just enter a fake number and ghost him (lol) but Ber would deal with that then. 

Unlike the ghosts, Miguel didn’t distrust Ber. He just also didn’t trust him. There was nothing he could do about Ber knowing he was a medium so...the best thing to do was keep him close. Don’t give him any reason to want to tell his aunt or anyone else what he was and ruin his life! Hopefully he was a nice person and it wouldn’t be a problem, but Miguel didn’t even trust his friends or anyone in his family with the secret--

So, trusting a random stranger made him highly uncomfortable. Which meant he was going to follow through on this whole Groove Room thing. If only to keep Ber happy. Hopefully it was an easy in and out sort of deal. Especially because Miguel hadn’t actually helped anyone move on before. He knew how to do it...sorta...in theory. There wasn’t exactly a manual for that, considering it was different with each ghost...

But, hopefully it would be easy to unlock what it was this ghost wanted and get them to move on. Though, even more easy: maybe they were just benevolent and didn’t have any signs of going maligno.

“Yeah, here.” Miguel put in his number and then handed his phone back. “Just let me know when you wanna do it.” 

#bdrpberlioz #beruel #rememBER me #feedback #can close this and #start another one?

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Can I Speak to The Manager? || Miguel + Clara

claraeuterpebaudry​:

Clara, on the other hand, did take offence to Shorty since she and Miguel sat at the same height. But she had always been self conscious about the way she looked so it wasn’t hard to get her riled up— even if it wasn’t her the woman was attacking. 

But that was the catch of customer service, trying to figure out how to please the entitled and self absorbed without losing all of one’s faith in humanity. 

Karen’s were a special breed. They were never self aware enough to understand the situation. Their general lack of empathy usually made it impossible to explain the situation at a level they would understand. They also had this weird expectation that just because someone worked somewhere, they had the power over everything. Until, of course, that power came to kicking them out and refusing to serve them any longer. 

This woman seemed to fit that bill perfectly. If she was anything like the worst of them then they were one wrong move from a screaming rant or her using some sort of physical violence against them. (Much like a child throwing a temper tantrum but worse, obviously, since it was being done by a grown ass adult.) 

“Okay! Well, we can always fix it by put in an order for that style in your size that you can come pick up at a later date.” She kept her tone from sinking into condescending. “Is there any other style you liked that we could help you with in the meantime?” 

“A later date?!” The woman’s voice climbed up another octave, which Miguel thought, frankly, shouldn’t be possible. 

He winced at the sound.

“I cannot wait for another date! The event I need them for is tomorrow. So, either you charm them to be the right size or I will write you the most scathing review you’ve ever seen!” 

Miguel couldn’t help it, he snorted. Seriously, he couldn’t imagine that review. What was she going to say? They didn’t have her size and the Magicks refused to do anything about it? It would only make her look stupid. Sure, this was the only Zapatos Rivera here in England, but back in Mexico City, they had quite a few shoppes and had an excellent reputation. So, a single one star review wasn’t even going to put a dent in all of that.

“Okay, Karen,” Miguel snorted sarcastically, hoping to make her, y’know, at least a little more self aware of her behavior. “You do that.” 

“How do you know my name?!” shrieked the woman, who, apparently, was actually named Karen.

Great.

The ghosts howled in laughter. 

“Are you in my head?! Are you some sort of psychopath?!”

“That’s--not what it’s ca--”

“Tell him to get out of my head!” Karen turned again towards Clara. 

#bdrpclara #guitarron #can i speak to the manager? #sorry i just #thought this was hilarious #and is giving me flashbacks to monday when #a guy came into the lib like THIS IS A PUBLIC BUILDING YOU CANT TELL ME #I CANT BE HERE #uhm sir this is a private institution

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Feedback || Beruel

ber-bonfamille-lyons​:

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Oh whoops. 

Honestly, he didn’t know why’d he suggested Clara. Well. Yes, he did. He discovered that old Groove Room with her. They’d met the ghosts together. When Berlioz thought of the Groove Room, he thought of her, almost like they had been connected for longer than Ber had known. He’d been keeping her in the loop during the whole process too– letting her know about the illusion charm that Vanessa and Ly were gonna do, along with the different environments they were gonna cook up… 

Keeping her outta the loop on the ghost band was, like…wrong. 

But where else was he gonna find a medium? His only other option at this point was Hades. And Hades wouldn’t do something like this. Also, the idea of being alone with Hades in a basement with some ghosts sounded like literal Hell (not because Hades was not trustworthy, though Ber didn’t like him, but because it would be awkward as fuck and Ber wouldn’t know what to say). 

“Sorry–sorry, I uh– dunno why I said that. I mean she wouldn’t tell either but, of course, yeah, you don’t want anyone to know. It can just be us then,” Ber said quickly, even though he still felt…really bad. 

He’d maybe give Clara the update after? Just say he found a medium who wanted to be anonymous? She’d understand, right? 

Miguel regarded Ber suspiciously. His arms were crossed over his chest and his brow was furrowed. The ghosts were back to chattering inside of his head. Fucking with the sound had entertained them for about five minutes. They’d gone silent watching the interaction, or fucking off because they were bored, but now they flocked back or spoke up.

I don’t trust him.

Yeah, me neither. He basically just said he was going to tell everyone!

No he won’t, he knows better than that. I recognize him! Isn’t he a friend of our lady?

Like that means anything. He’ll definitely tell anyone just for fun. 

Miguel is totally fucked now. 

It felt claustrophobic in this booth. Like it wasn’t just the two of them, but twenty people all shoved together like sardines. Miguel’s nails dug into his arm.

“Shut up,” he hissed and then pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Not you.” This was directed at Berlioz. “Though, yeah, you better shut up about all this too. If I find out you told anyone, I’m not helping you, and you can get possessed or disturb some entity and get everyone killed for all I care. This isn’t some game for me, it’s my whole future. Got it?” 

#bdrpberlioz #beruel #feedback #i love the ghosts always lmao

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Feedback || Beruel

ber-bonfamille-lyons​:

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“Shit, really?” 

Berlioz hadn’t expected Miguel to offer. If anything, he had hoped that Miguel might say something about the ghost– maybe he knew its name, or the name of its band, just something more to go on than the initials stamped on the guitar case. Or maybe he could just confirm that the ghost really wasn’t some kind of evil poltergeist lookin’ to possess a couple of bodies and rock out (though honestly, getting temporarily possessed by a musician from the 1960s sounded sick). 

If he seemed interested and wanted to talk mor about it, Berlioz was prepared to offer him the Groove Room as a … gig? 

Not a musician gig, a medium gig. Like. Exorcism or whatever. 

Though hey, if Miguel was good (at music, not ghosts), then maybe Ber could offer him that too.

“That’d be brilliant. I’m workin’ with a couple of other people to get the room ready again…mostly Clara–have you met Clara? She’s in your year, so you might already have met her. We could all go down there when you’re free. Oh, I’ll pay you of course,” he was quick to ad. “I mean, if you want.”

“What?! No,” Miguel said, cutting across Ber’s offer to pay him. (Which--he would absolutely take him up on, don’t get him wrong. Miguel was not above getting compensated for checking out some haunted place. Especially if what he had heard was true and Ber was actually the son of some super rich singer or whatever.) 

“Are you loco? Did you not hear me? No one else can know! Clara works with mi tia. She cannot know.” 

Miguel’s heart rate increased just thinking about it. If Ber knew...it wasn’t the end of the world. He may have a famous singer mom, but he was far enough removed from his aunt. At least, as far as Miguel was aware. But Clara? No way. Clara spent way too much time around his family. Her knowing might as well be Imelda knowing. And it wasn’t that he didn’t trust Clara...

Except he absolutely didn’t because he didn’t trust her, because he didn’t know her. Not well enough to tell her his secret. He hadn’t even told Henry or Kovu or Ian, who he was arguably closer to than Clara.

#bdrpberlioz #beruel #rememBER me #feedback #ber did u nOT just heAR him

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#he's so cute i love him #perf miguel #ghost boy

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Can I Speak to The Manager? || Miguel + Clara

claraeuterpebaudry​:

The cringe was strong with this one. And not even the good kind of cringe that came with good natured earnesty. It was just that pure awkward and terrible feeling that made Clara wish those black holes in Toon Town were real so she could pull it from her back pocket and escape these sorts of situations. 

She could have achieved the same goal and walked back behind the desk, ignored the situation, and let Miguel take care of it. It would have been easy, too. He wouldn’t have any reason to blame her without making himself look bad. 

But she was not going to be like many of her past co-workers who had left her out to dry. It was a shitty feeling, knowing that the people you had to see so often didn’t care about you. She liked Miguel— she didn’t know Miguel, of course, but he had given her no reason to not like him.

(And the music that played when he was in the room was pleasant, if not a bit disjointed, like it was still in the middle of being written.)  

“Hi!” She cut in, stepping around to stand beside the two. “Welcome in! What’s the question here?” 

And this was why Miguel hated working at the shoppe. He hated it here and he hated it in Mexico. He wanted to tell this woman to proper fuck off. Not only was she rude, but she was also being anti-Magick and Miguel did not have time for that. Sure, he wasn’t proud of being a medium. He did not like the fact that he was a medium, but he had grown up with a family full of Magicks. Both his parents were sorcerers.

He would rather fight this bitch than be nice to her.

The ghosts were getting a kick out of all this, which wasn’t helping Miguel’s temper. Some were cackling and some were egging him on, taking bets on if Miguel would yell at her or throw a shoe. Even though they didn’t even have any money. The nerve. (They didn’t actually have any of those either.)

Which meant it could only be a good thing when Clara stepped in. 

The blonde woman’s attention snapped to her. 

“It’s not a question! I need a different size in this shoe and Shorty here is telling me that you don’t have it and that none of you Magicks can fix it!”

Miguel rolled his eyes at the nickname. It wasn’t the first time he heard that, and definitely one of the least creative options. He couldn’t even be offended because it was so basic.

“Don’t cop an attitude with me,” this Karen said, as if she had eyes on the back of her head and had caught him rolling his own. Miguel jumped a bit in surprise at her turning her attention back to him.

#bdrpclara #guitarron #can i speak to the manager? #idk if this is how karens act #i think so #but they are so wild i legit can't tell

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boys night!

#drop dead prince #drop dead prince stuff #inspiration #laksjdlgkjg this is so funny

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GET TO KNOW ME MEME ♡ movies → COCO

“I have to sing, I have to play. The music, it’s not just in me, it is me. When life gets me down, I play my guitar.”

#inspiration #disney #it's so pretty