#Mexican Phoenix tag

[lyxthen]

Phoenix, under his breath: Me da miedo decirte, pero te amo un chingamadral...

Miles, who has B2 Spanish proficiency from studying in Madrid: I love you too Wright but what the fuck is a chingamadral

#Mexican Phoenix tag #I guess #?????

[dyketennant]

edit: guys i made a better one after undergoing peer review. go answer that one please and thank you x

i'm not sure if this has been done before, but i'm going to do it anyways

if you could reblog for a larger polling size that would be epic, thx!

#thought about adding the tea company as a joke but they're not even from AZ #phoenix #arizona #polls

[fcsources]

could you please suggest some of your favorite latin face claims that need to be used more ???

𝙝𝙞 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙚! reminder that i've been out of the scene for a long while, so i'm not exactly up to date on who's super popular in the rpc at the moment! but here are some lovely fcs who have very little or no resources, or just some who i love and who aren't as well known names ♡ if you ever gif anyone on one of my underused masterlists, please feel free to tag me in the packs!! you can honestly tag me in just about anything #fcsources

Andrew M. Gray ( 1987, actor, part mixed Mexican-Miwok )

Bobby Cannavale ( 1970, actor, half Cuban )

Daniela Lopez Osorio ( 1993, model, Colombian )

Dario Yazbek Bernal ( 1990, actor, at least half Mexican && parts Lebanese and white )

David Castaneda ( 1989, actor, Mexican )

Debora Nascimento ( 1985, actress, Afro-Brazilian-Indigenous )

Eva Mendes ( 1974, actress, Cuban )

Freddie Prinze Jr. ( 1976, actor, one quarter Puerto Rican )

Genesis Rodriguez ( 1987, actress, half Cuban && half Venezuelan )

Giovana Cordeiro ( 1996, actress, Afro-Brazilian )

Harvey Newton Haydon ( 1988, model, part Cuban )

Izzy Marshall ( age unknown, actress, unspecified Latina-Indigenous )

Jorge Lopez ( 1991, actor, Chilean )

Juliana Herz ( 1989, model, Costa Rican )

Justin Johnson Cortez ( age unknown, actor, part Mexican-Indigenous )

Laura Archbold ( 1989, actress, Colombian )

Lisette Olivera ( 1999, actress, Mexican )

Lizeth Selene ( 1999, actor, Afro-Mexican-Indigenous, non-binary )

Luna Blaise ( 2001, actress, half Mexican )

Manni Perez ( age unknown, actress, unspecified Latina )

Mark Consuelos ( 1971, actor, half Mexican )

Natalia Castellar ( 1999, model, Puerto Rican )

Nessa Barrett ( 2002, musician, Puerto Rican )

Otmara Marrero ( 1989, actress, Cuban )

Phoenix Calderon ( age unknown, model, unspecified Latina, plus-size )

Raul Esparza ( 1970, actor, Cuban )

Renata Notni ( 1995, actress, Mexican )

Rodrigo Santoro ( 1975, actor, Brazilian )

Ruben Cortada ( 1984, actor, Cuban )

Sivan Alyra Rose ( 1999, actor, half Apache && half Puerto Rican, non-binary )

Tashi Rodriguez ( 1994, model, Afro-Puerto Rican )

Taylor Lashae ( 1988, model with acting roles, half Colombian )

Teresa Ruiz ( 1988, actress, Mexican )

#rph #fc help #latine fc #latin fc #latina fc #fchelp #mexican fc #cuban fc #brazilian fc #chilean fc #Venezuelan fc #puerto rican fc #costa rican fc #fc masterlist #latinx fc #diverse rp #answered: fc help #answered: anonymous #answered #five nights at freddi's: mascot post

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Paulatim sed Firmiter (Slowly but surely) - Thursday

Warning: first part is a flashback and mentions someone's death

Tag (because they asked): @glitterypirateduck

I want to finish this damned week, geez...

Previous / Masterlist / Next

‘‘Situation has changed, Phoenix. A rocket was deployed forty seconds ago. Impending impact’’

‘‘YOU FUCKING…’’

No no no no no nonononoNO

‘‘OUT’’ She didn’t care if the separatists heard her. Her only concern was getting her team out of there. Deep down she knew it was too late. ‘‘Out of the fucking building!’’

She saw the light before she heard it. Standing on the stair landing to have privacy to contact their Overwatch, she had been looking up, and saw the sudden flash and the subsequent shock wave some floors above her.

Realistically speaking, she saw nothing. One second she was standing on the landing, the next she woke up beneath the debris.

But in her dreams, she always watched in horror how the upper floors started to crumble and collapse, hearing her team’s screaming in her ears.

She usually woke up at that point. Panting, sometimes screaming.

When she opened her eyes she could see nothing, but felt the dust in the air, filling her lungs as she tried to breathe in. Coughing, she tried to move, and could only use one of her hands to switch on the torch on her shoulder. The dim, white light illuminated large concrete blocks above and around her, and between them, a faint breeze and smoky smell.

‘‘Joder (Fuck)’’ She covered her nose and mouth the best she could with the collar of her combat shirt, trying to get air in her lungs more than dust. Her fingers reached her comm. ‘‘Phoenix Squad, status report’’

If she was alive, someone else must have survived too, right?

Only static answered, and she tried to move from below the blocks, but there was nowhere to crawl to. She was able to wiggle her toes in her boots, to move her legs and make her knee pads scrap against the concrete, her pinned arm hurt, but she could move her fingers. She wasn’t crushed, just trapped.

‘‘Phoenix Squad, status report’’ She repeated into the comm, a bit more desperate. Please, PLEASE. ‘‘Someone say something, please. Norry, Emil, Delvin, Miguel. Please, guys’’

Please don’t leave me alone in here

It seemed like ages, but finally, someone answered.

‘‘… Vega’’

Mosquito. God, he sounded very weak.

‘‘¿Cómo estás, pendejo? (How are you, motherfucker?)’’  She asked, pathetically relieved, still trying to move. Miguel Ramírez always giggled like a little kid when she used his own insults on him, her Castilian accent way different from his Mexican one. He barked a laugh.

‘‘Bien jodido (Quite fucked)’’ More static before he continued, his voice even more strained. ‘‘I can’t move. I don’t feel half of my body, güera (blondie)’’

Well, shit.

‘‘I’ll think of something, just you wait’’

‘‘I don’t think we have time for that’’ He coughed, and his cough sounded horrid. Wet. ‘‘Do me a favor, Vega’’

‘‘Ask me when we’re out of here, Ramírez’’ She grunted, still trying to do something, feeling pain everywhere, in every limb, but too stubborn to just accept it and lay there waiting for the end.

‘‘We are not getting out, jefa (boss)’’ Ramírez kept coughing, for a longer time, and her heart skipped a couple of beats meanwhile, listening to him and not being able to do anything.

‘‘What do you want, cabrón? (asshole)’’

‘‘Pray with me’’ He coughed again, gasping for air. ‘‘Ave María (Hail Mary prayer)’’

She wasn’t religious. She was baptized Roman Catholic, she’d gone to mass with her grandmother while growing up, she’d done her First Communion with her tiny, silly white dress and flower crown. If she ever had any serious faith, she had lost it years ago.

‘‘Dios te salve, María, llena eres de gracia, el Señor es contigo…’’ She started, listening to him following her words weakly. ‘‘Bendita tú eres entre todas las mujeres, y bendito sea el fruto de tu vientre, Jesús’’

He started coughing again, and she stopped for a second, feeling a lump in her throat and the tingle of tears in her eyes, or maybe it was just the dust.

‘‘Santa María, Madre de Dios, ruega por nosotros, pecadores…’’ She sobbed. She couldn’t help it, hearing him gasp for air and coughing. And she couldn’t even hold his hand. ‘‘… ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte… Amén’’

Silence. He had stopped coughing. There wasn’t even static.

‘‘Miguel?’’

Still silence.

-

Thursday lunchtime

‘‘You look like shite’’ Soap poked Riot’s side with his elbow, worried. He hadn’t seen her at breakfast, as she had gone directly to the training drill, and now at lunch was the first moment they could speak. She had started the day by wearing her mask, but after a couple of hours she had stuffed it in her pocket.

‘‘I love you too’’ She answered dryly. Big, dark circles under her eyes betrayed her lack of sleep, or the quality of it. She was even eating the horrid mashed potatoes with gravy without complaints, but had gifted the sausages to Soap and Gaz. ‘‘Someone told me during the drill that Robinson is losing his mind’’

‘‘What did you hear? ’’Gaz smiled beatifically, apparently innocent.

‘‘That he yelled at IT because his laptop has a virus or something and is receiving a lot of spam he didn’t sign up to, or something like that’’ She shrugged, with a tired smile when he winked at her. ‘‘Porn sites, religious sites, conspiracy sites… all sorts. Even flat-earther ones’’

‘‘My, my, how could that have happened?’’ Soap laughed, already devouring his dessert. Gaz’s smiled turned mischievous, trying to steal a bite from Soap’s pudding.

‘‘I’m sure he did something he shouldn’t have…’’ Laughing, he swatted Soap’s hand away when the Scot tried to steal his spoon back. ‘‘I also heard that he’s been rising hell every day because when he arrives at his office there’s glue in his lock’’

‘‘He must have pissed someone’’ Soap cackled, while Riot shook her head.

‘‘You’re going to get in trouble, big trouble, if you get caught’’

‘‘Nah, as long as we don’t touch him we’re fine’’ Gaz looked around, leaning forward on the table and lowering his voice, still smiling. ‘‘Bullies must be dealt with’’

‘‘I agree, but…’’ She started, but seeing a known face, a known frown, stopped her in her tracks. ‘‘Price’s coming, behave’’

The Captain approached the table with his three disasters, carrying a tray with his food, and set it down next to Gaz, sighing when he saw they had already finished eating or were about to.

‘‘The bloody meeting took more time than I expected. Sorry for being late’’ Price sat down, nodding gratefully when Soap pushed an unopened beer bottle in his direction. ‘‘Thank you. I was hoping to catch you here’’

‘‘We were waiting for you’’ Gaz patted his shoulder, and Price nodded again before starting to eat. ‘‘Any news that we should know?’’

‘‘Not yet, but shit’s brewing. We might deploy in the near future… God, this gravy tastes like shite’’ He grumbled, and then pointed with his fork at Riot. ‘‘Laswell has called me. Again. Will you just answer her calls, please?’’

She rolled her eyes, huffing and leaning back in her chair, crossing her arms. Price stared at her, frowning, even waving his fork at her.

‘‘Do not pout and fucking answer her calls, will you?’’

‘‘I’m not pouting’’ Riot grumbled, kicking Soap’s shin when he started to laugh. Price shook his head, continuing to eat.

‘‘Another thing. I have on my desk another petition from the privates, asking for permission for you lot to go with them to the town pub tomorrow’s evening’’ He eyed them up and down suspiciously. ‘‘Whose idea was it to take the babies to the pub, hmm?’’

The three Sergeants looked at each other, reluctant to be the first to speak. Soap started to twiddle his thumbs, grinning, while Riot was still sulking.

‘‘They asked us this morning, Cap’’ Gaz smiled brightly, completely innocent. ‘‘We told them we could only do that with your written permission’’

Price narrowed his eyes while looking at the wide, genuine smile on Garrick’s face. He smelled bullshit. His blue eyes slowly turned to look at Soap, who was still grinning, and then to Riot, whose blue-grey eyes were fixed on him.

‘‘Could be a good bonding experience’’ She shrugged, her expression neutral.

Captain Johnathan Price prided himself on being an observant and insightful individual, qualities that had helped him in his career. He could smell bullshit from a mile.

There, somewhere, was a trap. He could smell it.

‘‘Granted’’ Price shrugged, finishing the last of his mashed potatoes and starting with the pudding. He’d know about it, eventually. ‘‘Are you aware there’s a private in the infirmary? I’ve been told next week he’ll be able to rejoin, at a lesser pace’’

‘‘Davies, yes’’ Riot nodded, still calm, but her right knee was jumping under the table, bumping into Soap’s thigh.

‘‘Do you have any idea of what happened? The report mentions a beating’’

‘‘We do’’

‘‘Are you… going to do anything about it?’’

‘‘Yes’’

Price sighed, deeply, and looked at her directly.

‘‘Am I going to like it?’’

She kept staring at him, still neutral.

‘‘Probably not’’

The Captain nodded, absently noticing how Gaz and Soap exchanged looks. These three muppets would be the death of him. But if they truly had something planned to put a stop to whatever shit was happening at base… well. He’d allow it. Within reasonable limits.

‘‘Don’t get caught’’

The three sly, wolvish grins he got back did nothing to reassure him.

#cod oc #cod original character #cod mw2 #call of duty original character #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #kyle gaz garrick #cod gaz #gaz #soap mw2 #johnny soap mactavish #cod soap #soap mctavish #john soap mactavish #soap call of duty #soap cod #gaz cod #gaz mw2 #gaz call of duty #tf 141 #gaz garrick #mw2 #tf141 #captain price #captain john price #cod price #john price #price mw2

[aphmaurewrite]

Aphmau Shalashaska [Rewrite Overview]

Ms. Extremely long last name that I have never and will never be able to fucking spell ever. Once again, no reference/redesign for her at the moment, and I’ll likely make separate posts that just links to these for those at this point because I genuinely just wanna post my ideas and stuff :)

By the way, feel free to ask whatever about the rewrite!! I LOVE answering questions and wanna interact and stuff!! My ask box (should) be open to any and all questions!! (If it’s not someone let me know I am still Very Stupid when it comes to Tumblr :”D)

Also also: if there any tags or content warnings you think I should put on any of these posts please let me know!! :>

-She/Her [Cis]

-24 [October 24th]

-Mexican

-Human

-Straight

Aphmau was born and raised in Phoenix Drop, with both of her parents being pretty young when they had her. Sylvana Shalashaska, her mother, married Zack Scarletta, her father, straight out of high school, however this marriage barely lasted two years, with Zack cheating on Sylvana with another woman when Aphmau was still a toddler. Zack gave up all parental rights, settling instead for child support and alimony payments. After Zack abandoned the family, Sylvana became extremely overprotective of Aphmau to the point where her behavior was incredibly overbearing and controlling. Sylvana raised Aphmau alone until she was in the seventh grade, when she would marry Eric Fire-Fist, giving Aphmau a stepfather and two stepsiblings: Katelyn and Kasey Fire-Fist. Aphmau never cared for Eric’s attempt to play a father figure in her life, keeping her distance as she didn’t want to deal with yet another man entering and then leaving her life. She did however bond with Katelyn and Kasey, Katelyn especially.

During her first two years in high school, Aphmau would do extremely well, having plenty of friends and doing well academically; however, as time went on, her mother’s controlling behavior got worse and worse, getting to the point where Aphmau was basically forbidden from leaving the house if Katelyn wasn’t with her, as her mother feared Aphmau “getting involved” with boys her age. This toxic, controlling mentality led to Aphmau’s social life falling apart and built up a lot of resentment between the two. 

During the summer between her graduating high school and entering her freshman year of college, Aphmau picked up a waitressing job at a local diner to help pay for incoming college expenses. She continued to live at home with her mom and step-dad as it was a lot cheaper than paying for an apartment or a dorm until she met Aaron through work. The two hit it off well, with Aphmau making sure Aaron was paid his fair in tips while Aaron would drive Aphmau home when Katelyn wasn’t able to. The two’s friendly relationship was going steady, and while Sylvana was still prickly about everything, things were fine. That was, until Sylvana found out about Aaron - she and Aphmau would get into a MAJOR fight, basically driving Aphmau out of the house during the summer between her junior and senior year. 

Aphmau moved in with Aaron following the fight, going low contact with her mother for a few months while she finished up her senior year of college. After graduating, Aphmau would get back into frequent contact with her mom, and the two seemed to being getting along decently well for the time being. That was, until, while living with Aaron, the two became an official couple, which Sylvana hated. There was an obvious tension about the situation, but Aphmau ignored it, and it wasn’t addressed until Aaron proposed, wherein yet again, a MASSIVE fight would happen between Aphmau and her mom. That, with the addition of Aaron’s sister getting back into contact with, postponed any wedding plans while the couple deals with the migraines that are their families.

#Aphmau #aphmau rewrite #aphmau mystreet #aphmau shalashaska #mystreet

[wildbornsiren]

Kinktober Day 14: Stockings || Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace/F!Reader

Stockings Summary: Your girlfriend has one weakness.  624 words Female/AFAB reader (established relationship) Warnings: leading up to smut. Notes: For #kinktober2022. Reminder that these will not have part twos, or continuations. Please follow @wbslibrary​ since tag lists are gone. (I appreciate ya’ll so much but it was stressing me out, and I was worried I’d miss someone). Thank you to @therebeccaw​ for looking this over Comments and sharing let me know you love me, likes are appreciated. Thank you so very much for reading. It’s so appreciated and means the most.

Natasha Trace, call sign Phoenix, was one of the most level-headed, articulate people you had ever met. Her quiet confidence and gentle compassion were what drew you to her in the first place. Her breathtaking beauty was a bonus. The way she looked at you, dark eyes full of wonder and love?

You'd do anything for her.

Your affections were returned, finding out that this incredible woman was a romantic at heart. She'd write you love notes, terrible poetry, pull you in for a kiss whenever she left or came home.

The men she flew with respected her-- and that respect and care was extended to you. Most Friday nights you were tucked into the corner of the bar with them, playing pool, drinking and joining in on the good-natured insults. They had quickly become your friends as well, your name and Natasha's often said in the same breath.

The incredible woman you called your girlfriend had one weakness. Just one, and it was one that you kept close to your chest. A weakness that you fully intended to exploit tonight. Your shared bedroom was luxurious, soft fabrics, plush carpet, gauzy curtains, an oasis for just the two of you.  Glancing at your watch, you grin, knowing that she would be on her way home soon. You make your way through the room lighting candles, humming softly to yourself.

‘On my way, I picked up dinner and some wine.’ Her text flashes across your phone screen and you can’t help but smile.

You wiggle out of your work clothes, rummaging in the chest of drawers for your ‘secret weapon’. The stockings were so soft as you carefully worked them up your legs. They matched your skin tone seamlessly, and you took your time making sure the seam ran up your calf perfectly. They stopped mid-thigh, lace capping the silky fabric, ribbon tying in a bow in the back. They made your legs look spectacular, and they were a pair Natasha hadn’t seen. You found a bra and panty set that coordinated well with the stockings. To complete the look, you pull on a simple white button up cotton dress shirt, buttoning a couple of buttons at your torso to show off the lace of the bra.

“Baby?” Natasha called.

“Bedroom!”

“I picked up Mexican I hope that’s…. oh baby.” Natasha stops in the doorway, a bundle of flowers clutched in her hand. “You look beautiful.”

You grin shyly at her. “Are those for me?”

Natasha crosses into the room, putting the flowers on the bed next to you. She drops to her knees in front of you, one hand sliding along your calf, fingers smoothing small circles watching as the sheer fabric moves under her touch. “You got these for me baby?”

You nod, the warmth of her fingertips raising goosebumps on your skin. She kisses your knee, hands gently parting your legs to get more access to the silky fabric. “Do, do you like them?”

“What did I do to deserve a woman like you?” Natasha’s lips brush against the lace, nipping at the soft flesh that spills over the band of the thigh highs. “I brought you flowers, and here you are wrapped up like a beautiful gift, just for me.” She sits back on her heels, slender fingers wrapping around your ankle, and gently placing your leg on her shoulder. She nuzzles her cheek against your calf with a soft sigh, eyes fluttering closed.

“I love you too.” You murmur, reaching out to push her hair out of her face. The dark strands are just as soft and silky as the fabric she’s mouthing. “Would you like to unwrap your present?”

“I would love nothing more.” Natasha smiles up at you.

#wbskink #kinktober2022 #natasha phoenix trace #Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace/Reader #Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace/you #Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace x reader #Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace x you #shelly writes #top gun maverick #reader insert

[yudgefudge]

thank u sm for the tags max and nat!!!

Rules: bold stuff that applies to you and then tag your friends idk

Appearance:

i’m over 5’5” // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery //I have had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

Hobbies and talents:

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand

Relationship:

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

Aesthetics:

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

Miscellaneous:

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs

Tagging: @waltzshouldbewriting @the-phoenix-heart @iluminad00 @dybalaispretty @cryingforcrocodiles @erlingshaalands @goopynoodle @charlesluvr @notsoattractivearenti @seedlessmuffins @mebiselfandi @hummusxx @neyxmessi @samcaptruther @purefractals @2headedboi @blaugrana-blues @darththrog and anyone else who sees this. I tried to tag ppl I hadnt already seen tagged but idk sklsklskls

#does it count if the quote is “fuck it we ball” and “im tired of these phagets. running them over.” #shitpost #mutuals <3

[mermaid-960]

Dream Realm Info Post

I'll continue adding to and editing this, but for now it's gonna be lazy bios for the main characters

Tag: #dreamrealmstory

Abigail

Nicknames: Abby, Angel (by all)

Guardian Power: Light - Moon

Pronouns: She/her (Cisgender)

Sexuality: Lesbian

Race/Ethnicity: Asian-Caucasian (Japanese-American), Angel

Homeworld: Dream Realm

Birthday: March 4th (Pisces)

Height: 5'6

Appearance: Pale skin, light blonde wavy hair, blue eyes

Main Weapons: Staff, morningstar/flail, shield

Pets: Berry (Black Siberian Cat)

Mount: Buttercup (White Arabian Horse)

Occupation: Student

Sarah

Nicknames: Sprout (by Mia & Dad)

Guardian Power: Plant - Moon

Pronouns: She/her (Cisgender)

Sexuality: Lesbian

Race/Ethnicity: African American, Human

Homeworld: Dream Realm

Birthday: November 25th (Sagittarius)

Height: 5'2

Appearance: Dark brown skin, black coily hair, green eyes

Main Weapons: Staff, dagger, potions belt

Pets: Spark (Brown Australian Shepherd), Sabre (Tortoiseshell Cat), as well as an assortment of birds, amphibians, and reptiles.

Mount: Gauge (Brown Paint Horse)

Occupation: Student, animal caretaker/vet, and mechanic

Leo

Nicknames: N/A

Guardian Power: Time - Moon

Pronouns: He/him (Cisgender)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Race/Ethnicity: Hispanic-Caucasian (Mexican and Scott/Irish), Human

Homeworld: Earth

Birthday: July 30 (Leo) + 6 months in limbo

Height: 5'8

Appearance: Light tan skin, black wavy hair w/ red streak, red eyes

Main Weapons: Sword, fists

Pets: Sandy (Corn Snake Familiar)

Mount: Ghost (Black Sabino American Quarter Horse)

Occupation: Student, coffee shop barista, busboy at his dad's restaurant during the summer

Phoenix

Nicknames: Phoe (by all), Phoebe (by family)

Guardian power: Fire - Moon

Pronouns: She/her (Cisgender)

Sexuality: Straight

Race/Ethnicity: Hispanic-Caucasian (Mexican and Scott/Irish), Human

Homeworld: Earth

Birthday: April 16th (Aries)

Height: 5'10

Appearance: Tan skin, ginger wavy hair w/ bleached streak, amber eyes

Main weapons: Longbow, axe

Pets: Flare (Phoenix Familiar), Redbeard (Bearded Dragon)

Mount: Spitfire (Chestnut Mustang)

Occupation: Student, fast food cook, line cook at her dad's restaurant during the summer

Akane

Nicknames: Red (by Abigail)

Guardian Power: Dark - Sun

Pronouns: She/they (Demigirl)

Sexuality: Aromantic Asexual

Race/Ethnicity: Asian (Japanese), Angel

Homeworld: Dream Realm

Birthday: October 25th (Scorpio)

Height: 5'6

Appearance: Pale skin, black straight hair, purple eyes (used to be red)

Main weapons: Katana, scythe, double daggers, hairpins

Pets: Boo (White Siberian Cat), Lucifer (Black wolf dog)

Mount: Orchid (Black Arabian Horse)

Occupation: Student

Taro

Nicknames: Terra (birthname, used by some family)

Guardian Power: Earth - Sun

Pronouns: He/him (Transgender)

Sexuality: Straight

Race/Ethnicity: Asian-Hispanic, (Filipino and Puerto Rican), Human-Elf-Faun

Homeworld: Dream Realm and Earth

Birthday: May 17th (Taurus)

Height: 5'3

Appearance: Light brown skin, brown curly hair with green ends and bleached sides, hazel eyes

Main weapons: Hammer, fists

Pets: Lucky (Brown Speckled Mutt Service Dog)

Mount: Rocky (Brown Rocky Mountain Horse)

Occupation: Student, many different odd jobs and part timers

Sage

Nicknames: Starchild (Mother)

Guardian Power: Telepathy - Sun

Pronouns: They/them (Non-Binary)

Sexuality: Gay

Race/Ethnicity: Asian (Indian), Vampire-Demon-Aetheran (alien race)

Homeworld: Dream Realm

Birthday: September 22 (Virgo)

Height: 6'0

Appearance: Brown skin, purple curly hair with bleached streak, gold eyes

Main Weapons: Double staffs, double daggers

Pets: Atlas (Raven Familiar) Apollo (Cream Ferret), Athena (Brown Ferret)

Mount: Comet (Black Dappled Andalusian)

Occupation: Student

Maria

Nicknames: Mari (Mom)

Guardian Power: Water - Sun

Pronouns: She/her (Cisgender)

Sexuality: Pansexual

Race/Ethnicity: Asian (Filipino and Native Hawaiian), Merfolk

Homeworld: Dream Realm

Birthday: May 24 (Gemini)

Height: 5'5

Appearance: Tan skin w/ vitiligo spots, blue curly hair w/ blue-green ends and white bangs, blue-green eye and white eye w/ black sclera

Main weapons: Rapier, dagger, revolver

Pets: Crackers (Parrot), Tuna (Grey Tabby), Salmon (Orange Tabby), Cod (Cream Tabby) Mackerel (Siamese Cat)

Mount: Kelpie (Grey Appaloosa)

Occupation: Student, Sailor

Issy

Nicknames: Iss/Izz, Moon (by all)

Guardian Power: Moon

Pronouns: He/they (Demiboy)

Sexuality: Biromantic Asexual

Race/Ethnicity: Caucasian (American)

Homeworld: Earth

Birthday: January 14th (Capricorn)

Height: 5’0

Appearance: Pale skin, dark brown curly hair, hazel eyes

Main weapons: Sword, longbow, double daggers

Pets: Liberty (Doberman), Clover (Tuxedo Cat), Onyx (Black Cat), Holstein (Black and White Cat)

Mount: Lightning (Dark Bay Thoroughbred)

Occupation: Student, Stage tech

Evelyn

Nicknames: Evy (by all)

Guardian Power: Sun

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Unlabeled

Race/Ethnicity: Hispanic-Caucasian (Cuban, Dominican, and American)

Homeworld: Earth

Birthday: August 29th (Virgo)

Height: 5’3

Appearance: Tan skin, brown wavy hair, brown eyes

Main weapons: Sword, shield, staff

Pets: N/A

Mount: Sunburst (Chestnut Thoroughbred)

Occupation: Student

Anxiety

Nicknames: Anx (by all)

Guardian Power: N/A

Pronouns: Any (Genderless)

Sexuality: ???

Race/Ethnicity: Umbrian-Mirrorling (Originally was just an Umbrian)

Homeworld: ???

Birthday: ???

Height: Changes constantly, but usually 5’0

Appearance: White skin, black wavy hair, full white eyes

Main weapons: Sarcasm

Pets: N/A

Occupation: N/A

I said lazy but this took me hours to do 💀

Birthdays and pet names are subject to change cause I don't really like them lmao

#dreamrealmstory #issysanxiety #oc #character info

[shadeops21]

I posted 331 times in 2022

That's 51 more posts than 2021!

38 posts created (11%)

293 posts reblogged (89%)

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I tagged 94 of my posts in 2022

#call of duty - 41 posts

#call of duty modern warfare - 34 posts

#cod - 28 posts

#cod mw - 25 posts

#simon ghost riley - 21 posts

#modern warfare ii - 17 posts

#cod mw22 - 14 posts

#call of duty modern warfare 2022 - 14 posts

#modern warfare - 13 posts

#fanart - 13 posts

Longest Tag: 78 characters

#which people who’ve known me for years still spell on emails and letters to me

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

MWII Cosplay Guides - Los Vaqueros

A two-for-one guide tonight, as both these characters only have one visually distinct loadout each (I won't count the suit-and-tie for one of them as that doesn't need a guide).

I present to you our beloved operators from the Mexican Special Forces: Colonel Alejandro Vargas and Sergeant Major Rudolfo Parra.

Previous guides can be found below: Sgt Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish Lt Simon 'Ghost' Riley Soap and Ghost's Helmets Side Guide

A reminder that some of what you may see may not be commercially available as it either might be government sales only, or not physically exist in that colour/pattern.

See the full post

133 notes - Posted November 24, 2022

#4

MWII Cosplay Guides - Helmets

Just a quick side-guide of sorts, as I didn't include these with the relevant main guides, but here are the helmets worn by Ghost and Soap during the opening mission we are introduced to them in.

Both are mostly the same, but with small differences. The relevant guides for Soap and Ghost can be found by clicking on their names.

Anywho, here are their helmets!

Future side-guides will probably focus on common details or smaller, less significant features like headwear or additional one-off accessories.

And please share this (and past and future) post around, so as many people can see it as possible. I want to share and spread this knowledge with as many as possible!

252 notes - Posted November 23, 2022

#3

So I’ve done some digging into the different characters introduced in TG: Maverick, specifically with their home squadrons.

I’ve done the best I can to look at production stills and freeze-frames from trailers and behind the scenes material, and this is what I’ve been able to identify.

Pre-note: this is done more to educate and assist cosplayers in obtaining the right patches than to criticise the movie and costume department. I’m also noting down real-world assignments and the aircraft they use.

Lt Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw - VFA-87 “Golden Warriors”

F/A-18E Super Hornet

Air Wing 8 aboard the USS Gerald R Ford.

Squadron callsign “War Party”

Lt Natasha “Phoenix” Trace - VFA-41 “Black Aces”

F/A-18F Super Hornet

Air Wing 9 aboard USS Abraham Lincoln.

Callsign “Fast Eagle”

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373 notes - Posted June 3, 2022

#2

MWII Cosplay Guides - John "Soap" Mactavish

So, I have access to the character models from MWII (don't ask me how or where, you can find that stuff yourselves), and I have been pouring over the models and studying them for what gear each character uses.

I have a fair number of online friends who are artists and/or writers, and many a time I have been consulted on pieces of equipment and uniform/clothing worn by different characters in different scenarios.

I'm also a budding cosplayer, and I wanted to see what I'd need to buy in order to properly replicate different pieces of equipment.

So, I'm put together a cosplay guide/gear breakdown for different characters in their various appearances throughout MWII. This will be for SINGPLEPLAYER ONLY, as I'll be fucked trying to go other every MP operator's kit with each seasonal update.

Anyway, without further ado, here are the three I've made for our much beloved Sergeant! A point of note, both "Interdiction" and "Nightwar" are physically the same model, just alternate colour schemes. Another point I'll raise here, and will be reoccuring in future breakdowns, is that the texture artists have likely taken liberty with asset colours, as IRL some of these pieces actually may not exist physically at all in given colours or patterns, or at the very least, not for public retail/sales.

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542 notes - Posted November 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

MWII Cosplay Guides - Simon "Ghost" Riley

Part two in a series I'm now undertaking in providing the fandom with reference resources for artists and cosplayers alike. The first post, for Sgt John "Soap" Mactavish, can be found here in case you missed it.

Ghost also has three 'core' loadouts seen in the campaign, all visually distinct in terms of clothing and equipment. A reminder that some of what you may see may not be commercially available as it either might be government sales only, or not physically exist in that colour/pattern.

See the full post

564 notes - Posted November 23, 2022

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[ao3feed-crimeboys]

I Died And Suddenly There’s Homework

by Briso_Rose

After dying in the prison by the hands of Dream, Tommy finds himself in a place that is very much not the SMP.

At least he’s not alone.

Wtf do you mean there’s homework?

AKA: Tommy dimension travels to Phoenix Drop High and into the company of some familiar faces.

Words: 2287, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Same Person, Different Places And Maybe Time

Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, Jschlatt (Video Blogging RPF), Mexican Dream (Dream SMP), Aphmau (Phoenix Drop), Aaron Lycan, Zane Ro'Meave, Ein (Phoenix Drop), Garroth Ro'Meave, Katelyn (Phoenix Drop), Other Character Tags to Be Added

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Jschlatt & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Jschlatt & Mexican Dream (Dream SMP) & Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Aphmau (Phoenix Drop) & Tommyinnit, Aaron Lycan & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Other Relationship Tags to Be Added

Additional Tags: TommyInnit-centric (Video Blogging RPF), Dimension Travel, MyStreet Phoenix Drop High - Aphmau, Traumatized TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit Needs a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit are Siblings, Wilbur Soot is Not Okay, Wilbur Soot is a Mess, Jschlatt is Not Okay (Video Blogging RPF), Jschlatt is a recovering alcoholic, Alexis | Quackity is Not Mexican Dream, Angst, Fluff, Bonding, Developing Friendships, Aphmau please don’t sue me, Minecraft Mechanics, Not Beta Read, Tags Are Hard, Tags May Change, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Mentioned Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Protective Wilbur Soot, Misunderstandings, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Kid TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)

#ao3feed #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #crimeboys #crime boys #crimebois #crime bois #mcyt #This is an automated process #If you see any fic that breaks boundaries #or the fic is yours and you don't want it shared send an ask #it will be looked at and removed if need be

[anotherone13]

October 7

1967 Joplin Missouri Danny Hodge & Skandor Akbar became TRI STATES US TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS

1968 Memphis Tennessee Ken Lucas & Dennis Hall became NWA SOUTHERN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS

1969 Halifax Nova Scotia The Stomper became MARITIME NORTH AMERICA CHAMPION

1971 Bakersfield California Classy Freddie Blassie became LOS ANGELES PACIFIC COAST CHAMPION

1971 Tampa FLA Bobby Duncum became NWA FLORIDA SOUTHERN HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION

1977 Calgary Alberta Frenchie Martin became STAMPEDE NORTH AMERICA CHAMPION

1978 Des Monies Iowa Col Buck Robley became NWA CENTRAL STATES CHAMPION

1979 Dallas Texas Spoiler became TEXAS AMERICA CHAMPION

1979 Indianapolis Indiana Bruiser & Spike Huber became WWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS

1980 Mobile Alabama Robert Fuller & Jos LeDuc became NWA SOUTHEASTERN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS

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1984 Mexico City Adorable Rubi became MEXICAN NATIONAL CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION

1985 Memphis TN Harley Race became NWA MID AMERICA CHAMPION

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1987 Catano PR Galan Mendoza WWC JUNIOR HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION

1988 Calgary Alberta Chris Benoit & Lance Idol became STAMPEDE INTERNATIONAL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS

1988 Paris France Rockin Robin became WWE WOMENS CHAMPION

1989 Bayamon PR Mercenaries became WWC CARIBBEAN TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS

1989 Bayamon PR the Youngbloods Chris & Mark became WWC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS

1989 Bayamon PR Invader 1 became WWC PUERTO RICO CHAMPION

1989 Bayamon PR Carlos Colon WWC UNIVERSAL CHAMPION

1989 Portland OR Rex King PACIFIC NORTHWEST CHAMPION

1990 Tokyo Japan Manami Toyota ALL PACIFIC CHAMPION

1991 Memphis TN Robert Fuller & Jeff Jarrett USWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS

1995 Philadelphia PA Public Enemy ECW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS

1995 Memphis TN Road dog Jessie James Armstrong USWA CHAMPION

1997 Topeka KS Legion of Doom WWE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS

2001 Guadalajara Mexico Shocker CMLL LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION

2007 Chicago IL Randy Orton WWE CHAMPION

2007 Chicago IL Beth Phoenix WWE WOMENS CHAMPION

2009 Louisville KY Holly Blossom OVW WOMENS CHAMPION

2012 Tokyo Japan Seiya Sanada GAORA TV CHAMPION

2012 San Luis Potosi Mexico Halloween & Fabi Apache AAA MIXED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS

2012 San Luis Potosi Mexico Vampiro & Joe Lider AAA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS

[lyxthen]

Did I really just write an entire narumitsu fic in Spanish?? Yes. Yes I did.

Title: Manjar Chilango

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth/Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright

Characters: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth, Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - México, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff, Hispanized Names, Drunken Confessions, Morning After, Dialogue Heavy, Getting Together, Self-Indulgent, self-indulgent as fuck

Summary: Miles se despierta en la cama de Fénix después de una borrachera, y su amigo le comparte la mejor cura para la resaca que conoce.

Part of the "Ace Attorney, but Make It Mexican | Ace Attorney pero Mexicano" series. Because why the fuck not.

#ace attorney #narumitsu #wrightworth

[jamesplumbingaz]

Gilbert, Arizona: Enjoy A Peaceful Lifestyle In The Suburbs

Gilbert is a suburb of Phoenix, Arizona. It's known for its friendly atmosphere and thriving business community. One of the best things about Gilbert is that it has all the amenities of a big city without feeling overwhelming or crowded like some other Phoenix suburbs. Here are some reasons why you should consider moving to this wonderful community:

The city of Gilbert, Arizona is located in the heart of the Phoenix metropolitan area.

Gilbert is located in the East Valley, which is considered to be one of the fastest growing areas in Arizona. The city sits just south of Phoenix and has a population of over 210,000 residents. Gilbert was incorporated as a town in 1982 and became an independent city in 1991 after voters approved its incorporation.

Gilbert offers residents with many opportunities for entertainment and relaxation including unique dining options, shopping venues and outdoor activities such as hiking or camping at nearby parks like Tonto National Forest which has over 2 million acres of land available for exploration!

The median age in Gilbert is 34 and the average household size is 2 1/2 people per household.

Gilbert is a great place to raise children, with a median age of 34 and an average household size of 2 1/2 people per household. It's also ideal for retirees, who can enjoy the slower pace of life in this suburb while still having access to amenities like restaurants and shopping centers.

There are lots of green spaces and parks within Gilbert.

Gilbert, Arizona is a great place to live if you're looking for a quiet, peaceful lifestyle. The city has many parks and trails that can be enjoyed by both humans and dogs alike. You can enjoy the park with your dog, or without them!

Gilbert has many excellent restaurants, shopping areas, theaters and other cultural attractions.

The restaurant scene in Gilbert is diverse with a wide range of options to choose from. Whether you are looking for a place that serves Asian fusion or Mexican cuisine, there's something for everyone!

Shopping opportunities abound in Gilbert. You can find everything from high-end department stores to antique shops along the historic Main Street area of downtown Gilbert. If you're looking for something more modern, head over to Higley Road where you'll find all sorts of stores including Target and Kohl's right next door to each other!

There are several theaters within easy reach of our community: The Mesa Arts Center hosts Broadway plays as well as concerts by local artists; Harkins Valley Art Theater offers first run movies at affordable prices; while AMC Westgate 20 provides entertainment options including Imax screenings plus games like bowling alleys & laser tag arenas too!

Check out this great suburb when you're looking for your next home!

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[volturiwolf]

Road trip to Fate - Paul Lahote x fem!Reader Imagine - part 1

A/N: The story takes place during the summer of 2018

A/N 2: Like always with my writing, it started as a one-part story, but there will be at least two more parts

No. of Words: 6300+

Mentions of: Self-doubt, Panic attack, Issues with parents, Drowning, Death, Ass, Many places around the US - where I have never been, TV series and movie references

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Tagging: @xxx-wounded-angel-xxx @eugeniapet @chocolatechipcookiesandcamembert @florence-end @emmy1148 @ilove-bts @crazyacegirl

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(Y/N)’s POV

I was living the best life I could live right now. It was the summer after my college graduation, and I was traveling across the US with the best of my friends on a rental RV, driving through the country, camping, and staying wherever we liked. Trying to make the most of it, we promised each other that we would try to visit as many places as we could, especially if it was a place on our bucket list. Out of the ten people on this trip, only three people could drive; Vera, Jenny, and myself. So, we took turns driving whenever one was getting tired.

Starting from Queens, we traveled down through Philadelphia, Baltimore, Washington DC, and Myrtle Beach. We continued towards Jacksonville, Orlando, and Miami, which was always a dream of all of us to visit. We passed through Tampa, reaching Tallahassee, which was my best friend Stef’s dream, ever since they saw “Once Upon A Time”, and said “it was Neal and Emma’s happy place, something to hope for”.

Then, we traveled through Panama City, staying in New Orleans for a few days. Apart from being a dream of all of us to visit the beautiful and vibrant city, it had also to do with a few.. vampires, believe it or not. My friend Anajda was obsessed with “The Vampire Diaries” and the “Originals”, and Stef and I loved the “Interview With A Vampire” movie, so neither of us could stop fangirling about the city. Add the rich jazz music history, the epic carnivals, the voodoo, and everything else haunted and creepy, and we were all hooked on discovering everything we could around the city. So, the three to four days we had planned in the beginning turned into ten days full of adventures, food, and overall amazement.

We were sad to leave New Orleans, but we couldn’t wait for the adventures that we would find along the way, as we traveled west. Leaving Louisiana, we passed through Texas, stopping at Houston, San Antonio, and El Paso, trying to taste as much of the Texan BBQs and Mexican cuisine as we could. For Jenny, Vass, and myself, the spicier the food, the better it tasted. The others just didn’t know what real food tastes like.

We passed through Phoenix, traveling towards California. We stayed in San Diego for a couple days, happy to be finally able to go for a swim, and enjoy the “Cali Life”. Was it the sun and the sea that made people around California seem more relaxed and easy-going? I didn’t know, but if it was, I could see why. I just missed swimming so much, and Queens, or New York in general, were not known for their beaches, or the relaxed lifestyle.

Leaving San Diego, we finally started traveling up north, passing through Irvine, before deciding to stay for two weeks in Los Angeles. We did all the classic “touristic” things; we saw the “Walk of Fame”; walked down the Hollywood and Sunset Boulevards; visited the Grauman Chinese Theater; walked up to the Hollywood sign; went up to the Griffith Observatory; walked along the Santa Monica Pier, and visited Marina Del Rey and Venice Beach.

Of course, we had to visit Disneyland, Universal Studios, and the Warner Bros. Studio Tour for the sake of our love for movies, Hollywood, and anything glorious and exciting. We collectively took thousands of pictures at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, having the time of our lives. We visited so many parks I lost count. But I appreciated every single moment I spent with my best friends, even if it was the last summer we spent all together.

After graduation, Jenny got a job offer to work for a multinational company in Bristol, England; Alex decided on following a completely different path, studying fashion and design in Italy; Zoe would continue on acquiring a Master in Linguistics, while also working as an English teacher; Stef was taking a year off to figure out what they wanted to do with their life next; Anajda would move to New York to live with her boyfriend, and see what life would bring next for her; Chryssa would continue studying on getting her nursing license; Nellie would start working in a publishing house, hoping that she would get inspiration for her poetry and literature pieces; Vass would start an internship at the Institute for the Study of the Ancient World; Vera was offered a scholarship to study in the Netherlands.

And I... I didn’t know yet. Though life felt great now, I still felt like something was missing. Sure, I had moments of pure happiness and excitement. And still, there was something in me that prevented me from feeling complete. I felt like I had a void in me that no friend, no family, no new experience could fill up. I wasn’t given much of a choice by my parents either; it was either to find a job, or study for a Master’s, though I still needed some time to think about my life, and what I wanted to do with it. I wished I had more time with my friends, and more freedom to do what I wanted in my life.

I was really trying to make myself forget about all these things, for the sake of my friends; I didn’t want to ruin everyone’s fun with the drama I was living through with my family. I had worked too hard and too much to earn the money to pay for this trip. I had also managed to save a few thousand dollars to be able to study somewhere without my parents’ financial support this time, but I still hoped my good grades could get me a scholarship, as I knew I would never be actually able to pay for full tuition anywhere.

After Los Angeles, we drove up north through California, visiting San Francisco and Oakland for a couple days. I wanted to see the Twin Peaks, the “Painted Ladies”, the Alcatraz, the Golden Gate Bridge, and most importantly, the Golden State Warriors, which was probably my favorite team - I knew I had to support the Brooklyn Nets or the New York Knicks, but I actually really like the GSW.

I also promised my parents I would visit Berkeley and the University of Berkeley to learn more about their Financial Engineering Master Program and see if I could get a scholarship there. I did visit the university, but I wasn’t completely set on attending just yet. Don’t get me wrong. Getting accepted would be a unique opportunity for me, but I wasn’t mentally prepared to go back to studying just yet - I felt like I could really use an extra year or so, before taking such an important life decision.

Leaving Oakland, we continued up north, traveling just outside of Eugene and Albany, stopping at Portland for a couple days, to relax and reorganize. We decided on following the coastal road for a more scenic route, through Astoria and Aberdeen. We were set on visiting the Olympic National Park and the surroundings, trying to include as much hiking and exploring as possible. The closest, most convenient, and rather big city around there was Forks - population: 3,782 people; not too small, but not too big either.

However, just 20 minutes away from Forks, there was a place called La Push. Many of the tourist guides we saw around Portland and Forks called La Push one of the best places if you wanted to explore nature, swim, cliff-dive, and experience a unique way of life by learning about the local history and traditions of the local Quileute tribe. That was definitely something I wanted to experience - anything other than my seemingly boring life. I needed the adventure, the rush, something interesting to move me.

There was a weird feeling in me as we got closer and closer to Forks; there was a feeling that calmed me down; the usual anxiousness I felt when I waited for time to pass was suddenly gone. I didn't know what it was, but this place, which was found under clouds and light drizzle, but surrounded by woods, nature, and green, filled up my soul with an unexplainable fulfillment and some sort of purpose.

Thankfully, we were able to find a decent place to stay in La Push, as there was nowhere where we could park the RV in Forks. The RV park we found was located 6 miles away from La Push, but at least we could still live under our own terms in the RV, which we already spent a significant amount of money for. Thankfully, the park manager was really helpful, helping us rent three cars to move around comfortably, and whenever we wanted.

We spent the first week there just hiking through the nearby trails, before driving twice to explore the Olympic Park - it was too big, and there was too much ground to cover to just go there once. The second week was spent around the First, Second, and Third Beach. We tried to experience everything around the area; we went swimming, diving, walking around the beaches, sunbathing, anything really.

That was until we saw a group of people cliff-diving, reminding us of the cliff-diving being a big thing around here. I wasn’t too fond of cliff-diving, if I were being honest - I had a terrible fear of heights, and though I was a good swimmer, the waters seemed a bit rough around the cliffs. Nevertheless, I agreed to go cliff-diving with my friends just for the fun of it; after all, I did say I wanted to experience the adrenaline, the adventure, and anything else to occupy my mind with.

The sky was cloudy as always, but there was no sign of rain yet; the air felt a bit warm against my skin, giving me a feeling of comfort, and sudden bravery. We promised each other we would only dive from the lower cliff, which was about 20 or 25 feet high. It was a bit too high for me, but it still seemed manageable. I would just close my eyes and jump, right? That was the plan I had created in my head.

However, the moment we arrived at the Second Beach and my friends saw a group of young, probably Quileute, men jumping from a higher cliff, which was definitely over 80 feet high, they couldn’t stop trying to convince me to go dive from that point. They practically had to drag me up there, which was still a nightmare for me to think about the height difference from up here down to the sea. I was getting dizzy just thinking about it - it reminded me of many weird dreams I had before, where I would jump from extremely high places, and a feeling of fear, but also relief would pass through me.

I was practically trembling, and I couldn’t sit up straight. I slowly leaned down, trying to gently sit on the ground, to keep myself calm and collected, as my friends were practically jumping around, preparing themselves to take the long dive. I, on the other hand, was grasping my knees too hard, trying to bring them as close to me as I could, while I rocked myself back and forth, trying to take deep breaths. I was on the verge of crying, and I was really pushing my limits just by being up here. There was no way I would willingly dive from that cliff.

But my friends, being my friends, thought otherwise. Yes, they always pushed me - in a good way - to go further, and achieve more, because they thought I deserved to give myself the best things I could, but bringing me up here compromised my sanity. I was clearly starting to experience a panic attack, as I could not think about anything else, but my fear. I was hyperventilating, and I couldn’t control my heart beating rapidly; so much so the only thing I could hear was my heartbeat in my ears. I didn’t even realize that my friends had actually managed to lift me off the ground, dragging me to the edge of the cliff.

“C’mon, (Y/N)! You promised! You will have to jump with us!” Vass was practically yelling by now, embarrassing me through my panic.

“No! I said I didn’t want to do it!” I was putting so much resistance on my feet, as they were pushing me forward to jump first.

“(Y/N), we are all with you. We will all jump after you, don’t worry.” Jenny tried to reassure me, but I couldn’t care less, as I was struggling under their force.

Finally, with another push, I felt my feet losing touch with the ground, as they managed to push me off the cliff. I felt myself falling for what felt like an eternity, as I was trying to hold on to my bikini, in fear of losing it into the sea. I felt the impact hard, as I collided with the sea underneath the cliff. I let out a gasp of pain, and that was enough for me to gulp a huge amount of saltwater, which burned my insides.

I wanted to cough; I wanted to breathe, but I couldn’t reach the surface. The pain that I felt all over my body prevented me from swimming up and reaching the surface. I thought I broke my legs, which I didn’t as I slightly moved them around. But still, I couldn’t move; as if the weight of the sea kept me down. I started losing consciousness, and that’s where I left my last breath.

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Paul's POV

Finally, after such a long time, it started to feel more like summer around La Push. Though the sky was still cloudy and moody, the warm air around us indicated that we were going through a hot, pleasant summer. It was the perfect weather and time for all of us to enjoy the surrounding nature and the beach. Thankfully, there were not many tourists around, apart from a group of people who were just arriving at the beach.

Though we were past our adolescent years, Jared, Jacob, Embry, Quil, Seth, Brady, Collin, and I still acted like children, reminiscing of our teenage years, when we first phased, and we went cliff-diving with Sam. Nowadays, Sam preferred to stay out of the action, taking care of Emily and their two-year-old twins. Going to the beach was something we missed a lot, especially when we went cliff-diving, feeling the adrenaline rush we hadn't felt in years.

We were all a bit calmer by now. When the Cullens moved away 5 years ago, it took us some time to adjust to our new reality. We did phase for a year after they left to make sure that no vampires came around our territory. When we were sure that they weren’t coming back, we could all relax and enjoy life. Though Jacob was really frustrated that his best friend chose to turn into a leech and then move away with the other leeches, he eventually came to terms with it when he met his imprint, Rami, about 4 years ago.

We were currently enjoying the peace at the beach, but I felt pretty lonely, being surrounded by happy couples. Everyone had found their imprints by now. Jacob had Rami, Embry had Ameyalli, Quil had Claire; these three found their imprints when they went away to study at a local community college. There are all in the same year, so it was easier for the guys to be close to their imprints all the time.

Jared had Kim, who was currently expecting their first child, a baby girl. Sam married Emily 3 years ago, and when they found out she was pregnant with twins, they were beyond excited. I was Sam’s best man, and their little girl’s godfather, while Jared and Kim were their little boy’s godparents.

Leah found her imprint in the face of Angela Weber, a Forks High School graduate. Angela was classmates with Bella, and they used to come by La Push often before Bella started dating Edward. About 3 years ago, when Angela came back for college, she visited La Push one day, and the moment Leah saw her, she knew she was the one and did everything she could so they could be together. Angela’s father was not supportive of his daughter’s relationship, but her mother and Sue supported the couple through everything. Leah was finally happy, and we had never seen her angry, frustrated, or disappointed since.

Seth had imprinted on a girl named Jaya in his senior year of high school; she was the new girl in school, and everyone took an interest in her, but the moment she and Seth saw each other, they didn’t have eyes for anyone else. It was a fact that Seth had earned a lot of girls’ attention through his school years, but Jaya was everything to him.

Even Brady and Collin had found their imprints during their freshman year of high school; they were both classmates in school - they only had one or two classes together, but the following year, they made sure to arrange their classes in a way that they could be together.

So, here I was, drowning in misery, as everyone else was occupied with their imprints, living in their own little world. Sometimes I wondered if I would ever find my imprint; if I would ever have a happy life like the people around me. I was always known as the “hothead”, the one who could never control their wolf nature, while all the others were able to “tame” the wolf inside them for the sake of their imprints.

In moments like this, I wondered if it was actually worth it to be around the pack. When they were away from their imprints, we were all equal; we could be funny, and do stupid things, though I knew that the thoughts of their imprints were always on their minds; they were their number one priority.

My thoughts were violently interrupted when some of the people from the group we saw coming to the beach earlier were running towards us, screaming obnoxiously, hands flying all over the place trying to get our attention. I looked at them confused, as they stopped right in front of us, throwing a bit of sand around, apologizing but still yelling all together.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Sam was moving his hands around, trying to stop them. “Calm down! What’s going on?”

“Our friend is drowning!” One person from the group started talking, clearly panicking. “We went up the cliff to dive, and we..we dragged her with us, but she didn’t want to dive, and we pushed her off the cliff, and she hasn’t resurfaced yet!” They were rambling, their hands shaking.

I turned to look at Sam, and he turned around, nodding to the whole pack. We quickly stood up, following the group who were running back towards the cliffs. The person who talked to us previously pointed towards the sharp rocks at the foot of the cliff, just as the waves crashed on them. “She landed a few feet before the rocks! Do something! Please!” They were all crying for their friend, desperation in their eyes.

I turned towards Sam. “Sam, I’m going in.” I was the only one who wouldn’t leave any responsibilities behind if something was to happen - I had no one in my life, and I was a pretty good swimmer, and strong enough to go against the waves which seemed to be stirring the sea now.

Sam looked around the pack, before turning back to me. “Okay, but be careful.” I nodded back to him, before diving into the sea.

The waters were muddy from the recent rain, and more and more waves were forming as time passed. I swam around, looking for the girl; I didn’t want to be pessimistic, but she was most likely dead by now. However, I continued swimming around, swimming back to the surface to get some air, before diving back in.

As I looked down, towards the bottom, I located a wave of (Y/H/C) hair floating around the water. I dove deeper in the water, locating the girl. I grabbed her from her waist and pulled us up towards the surface. I swam back to the shore with whatever energy I had left in me.

I lifted her in my arms, and slowly placed her on the sand, as everyone else started gathering around us. Her figure was frozen, and her complexion was almost lifeless as if all blood was drained out of her. I leaned closer, trying to listen to her breathing or her heartbeat. There was nothing but the weakest heartbeat I could hear, meaning that she was still alive somehow, so I could only try to make sure she would start breathing again. I blew air into her mouth, and then went on to press firmly, but not too harshly, on her chest, trying to bring her back to life. I blew again and went back to press her for about a minute.

I was starting to lose hope, but then, she started puking up the water and coughed manically. She was breathing quickly, and her heart started beating frantically, but she was alive, and she survived. She kept her eyes closed, as her friends started coming closer, but Sam asked them to give her some space. She didn’t say anything for a minute; she was breathing more slowly this time. For a reason I couldn’t understand, I couldn’t stop staring at her, her perfect features, the way her lips parted as she was breathing steadily.

And then, she opened her eyes, and lazily looked into mine, and I finally knew why. I felt my existence being so small; I was so small in front of her splendor; her beautiful eyes and lips engraved in my mind forever. I felt the whole world shift around us; there was no one there but us. It was only me and the beautiful girl that blessed my eyes with her presence. I had finally found the reason I existed; I finally felt whole. I couldn’t hear anything else but her slow, steady breaths, and her now frantic heart. We kept looking at each other for what felt like hours, not saying anything, just staring at each other.

“Paul? Paul?” I could faintly hear Sam’s voice, as I continued looking at the girl in front of me. “Paul!” He now yelled, waking me up from the images in my head.

“Yeah, sorry.” I said to the girl rather than Sam. “Are you okay? How are you feeling?” I felt an instant feeling of overprotectiveness towards the girl I just met before my mind started filling up with worry. What if I hadn’t gotten to her on time? How could I live with the thought that my imprint was so close to dying? With the thought that I would never meet her?

“I’m better now. Thank you.” She whispered with a raspy voice, smiling lightly at me.

Her hazy eyes that she barely kept open could never take away the slightest part of her beauty. On the contrary, she was even more beautiful, if that was even possible. How could all this beauty fit in a single person? My heart finally felt whole; I found my reason to exist in the face of this girl in front of me; this unknown girl that I barely knew; this unknown girl that barely knew me. I gulped, as I reached my hand to tug a few strands of her wet hair behind her ear, her shivering slightly under my hot touch.

“I think it would be better if we took her to Sue’s. She has to get checked, just in case.” Sam interfered, trying to break this scene in front of us. The familiarity I showed to this girl could easily be misinterpreted, and it would be better to give her time to rest anyway.

I turned to look at Sam, who was already looking at me. “Yeah, you are right.” Then, I turned to the girl. “Hey, we’ll get you checked, if you don’t mind…..”

“(Y/N).” Such a beautiful name. “No, it’s okay. Let’s go.” She went to sit up and stand up before I stopped her.

“No, no. Don’t move. I will help you.” I lifted her up in my arms like she weighed nothing, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. “We’ll take you to Sue. She’s a nurse. I’m Paul by the way.” I couldn’t take my eyes off of the girl in my arms. (Y/N).

“Hey, Paul.” She smiled up at me. “Thank you for saving me. You didn’t have to get involved in my stupid friends’ actions.” She turned to stare angrily at her friends.

For a few minutes, I forgot it was them who pushed her off the cliff. I was now staring angrily at them, temporarily forgetting about (Y/N) in my arms, as I felt my anger taking over me. Thankfully, Sam was there, once again reminding me to keep calm, as we could not expose our secret to outsiders. Of course, (Y/N) was not considered an outsider anymore, but having her so close to me - if I were to transform - would be deadly to her. I lowered my gaze to look back at her, and she was already staring at me, her eyes wider now, her lips parted slightly.

“I think we better get going.” I told her, as I walked us away from the crowd of people, and away from the beach.

“Wait.” (Y/N) stopped me. “I still have to take the car back with me. Someone will have to bring the car back. No one else can bring the car back.” She was panicking, shivering, and slightly stuttering, all at the same time.

“Don’t worry about it.” I smiled at her, as I brought her closer to me, trying to warm her up. “Quil will take your car back.” I nodded towards my curly-haired friend, who heard his name and came running towards us.

“Don’t worry, guys. I won’t get a single scratch on it.” He was all smiles, as always, (Y/N) telling him her friends had her bag, and the key was in the smallest pocket. He nodded, as he ran back to both groups, and we left.

I walked us to my jeep, opening the passenger’s door, and gently putting her in, making sure she wore her seatbelt. “Ehm.. Paul, I’m still full of sand.” She blushed, embarrassed to have littered my car with sand.

“Don’t mind it, babe. That’s the last thing you should worry about. Let’s get you to Sue, alright?” She simply nodded, and I closed her door, running towards the driver’s side, and climbing in the seat.

I made sure to turn up the heat, afraid (Y/N) would get cold, as she continued shivering throughout our ride. She didn’t say anything in particular; she just kept looking out of the window, lost in thoughts. I was taking a few glances at her with the corner of my eye, looking silently at her, without saying a word. Her perfect lips were parting slightly every now and then, as she was taking small breaths. Her beautiful eyes were staring outside into nothing in particular, but her heart was pounding heavily on her chest, indicating she wasn’t feeling completely comfortable.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?” I heard her heart skip a beat at the mention of her name. “You seem kind of lost.”

“Hm? Yeah, I..I’m doing okay. I just feel a bit guilty for wasting your time like that; for worrying you and your friends without a reason; for ruining your car.” She was now staring at me, guilt and sadness clear on her face.

“That’s nonsense.” I replied calmly. “You almost drowned. There is no such thing as “wasting my time”, or anyone else’s, for the matter. Don’t feel bad for something that you couldn’t control; for something that could get you killed! Besides..I had nothing better to do anyway.”

“What about your friends? Weren’t you out, spending time with your friends?” She asked, still curious.

“Well, my friends have their mates, their partners. They don’t really have time for anyone else lately. You actually did me a favor for taking me away from there.” I chuckled quietly at the paradox that took place just a few minutes away.

“Don’t you have anyone in your life? You know, a relationship?” I turned to look back at her; her eyes were glistening with hope.

I grinned at her. “No. Not really.”

She hummed. “Weird. I thought a guy like you would have someone special in their life.”

“A guy like me?” I questioned her, smirking.

“Well..you know, dangerously attractive.” She was fumbling with her fingers; a sign she got nervous and embarrassed about what she just said.

I laughed at her statement. “Well, do you have someone special in your life?”

She shook her head. “No, I wouldn’t say I do.”

“Well, see? Dangerously attractive people do not always find that special someone. At least, not right away.”

She jerked her head and turned to look at me, raising one eyebrow, but not saying anything else for the remainder of our drive. About ten minutes later, we reached Chief Swan’s house, where Sue had been living for the past five and a half years, after marrying him four years ago. She came down to La Push often, but not as often as Leah and Seth hoped. Still, she always took care of us whenever we needed her, being the only one now who knew how to treat our supernatural selves in case anything ever happened to us.

She must have seen my jeep parked on the driveway, as she came out of the house and towards me with open arms. “Paul! It’s so nice to see you again! How have you been, sweety?” She embraced me tightly, rubbing her palms on my back - her way of endearment.

Pulling away, she turned to look at (Y/N), who was standing in front of my car. “Who is this?”

“Sue, this is (Y/N). She almost drowned at the beach today, and I tried to help her. I brought her to you so you can check her out; see if everything is okay.”

Sue gave me a knowing look, to which I nodded before she carefully took (Y/N)’s hand in hers. “Come on, sweety, let’s get you checked.”

We walked into the Swan Residence, a welcoming house painted with green tones, blending nicely with the greenery around it. Sue had not changed many things around the house since she moved in, but her good tastes had seemingly blended and upgraded the interior. She had added more carpets, pictures, and small decor around, making the house look more lively and habitable. Under Bella’s prompt, Chief Swan transformed her daughter’s old bedroom into a small examination room for Sue to be able to treat patients even when she was at home.

We walked up the stairs to the small room on our left, where Sue led us. She ordered (Y/N) to sit on the doctor’s bed, as she picked up her stethoscope and her “sphygmomanometer”, as she called it, to examine (Y/N). She first took her blood pressure, making sure it was strong enough before she proceeded with the check-up. She then placed the stethoscope on her chest, telling her to take deep inhales and exhales. As I was watching the stethoscope on her chest, I felt my palms burning under the memory of touching her cold skin.

“Sweety, it seems like you’ll be fine. I don’t hear anything concerning, but you should visit a hospital, should you feel uneasy, okay?” She smiled sweetly at (Y/N), before turning to look at me. “You are very lucky Paul saved you on time.”

I simply smiled as a response, trying to keep my blushed cheeks under control. “Ehm.. Okay, I think we should be going then. Leave you alone.”

“You know you can come by whenever you want, Paul.” Sue hugged me tightly, then turned to (Y/N), hugging her as well. “It was so nice to meet you, (Y/N). Feel better!”

“Thank you so much, for everything.” (Y/N) smiled shyly at Sue as they parted.

“Anything for family.” She grinned at me, as we walked out of the room, down the stairs, and out of the house.

We got back in my car, and I realized that (Y/N) was still wearing her bikini, and was still covered with sand. “Hey, do you want to come back to my house? You know..to get cleaned and changed.”

“Ehm, yeah, but I don’t have anything to wear after.” She didn’t meet my gaze as I stared intensely at her face.

“It’s okay, babe. You can borrow my clothes for now.” I grinned at her, but her eyes widened slightly in embarrassment, still not looking at me. I just loved how cute she looked even when she was embarrassed.

In a turn of events, she bit her lip, thinking about my proposal. She then turned to look at me, raising one eyebrow and slightly puckering her lips. “Okay. Let’s go.”

I smirked at her sudden confidence, starting the engine, and driving back to La Push and my home. We talked a bit, trying to get to know each other and make time pass. She told me she was on a road trip with her friends from college, traveling from New York down the east coast, and then through the south until they reached California, and then started going up. They stopped here after everything they saw on many touristic guides about La Push and Forks - she liked the adventure, but she came to the conclusion she did not like extreme things like cliff-diving anymore. I chuckled at that and agreed that she better forget it for some time.

She seemed like a fun person to be around, and that was not the imprint talking; she was genuinely interesting and fun, and though shy at first, she quickly opened up to me. Talking to her was easy, effortless; I told her things that I wouldn’t tell anyone else, at least anyone apart from my friends and packmates. Though she insisted I didn’t have to if I wasn’t feeling comfortable, I told her how my parents got divorced when I was 8 years ago, and my dad moved us from Takoma to La Push, and I haven’t left since then. But I managed to make something good for myself, working hard at a local construction company, and eventually buying my own house 3 years ago.

(Y/N) seemed impressed, and thought I was really fortunate to get my own place. She told me that, for her parents, college was a no-brainer; that she had to get a degree and work hard to succeed in life. They weren’t wrong but she said she never had a real childhood because of how strict they raised her. They immigrated to the US when she was very young, so they had to work extra hard to make a good life for their family. (Y/N) learned that life is not easy for everyone, so she had to work harder, be better, just to prove herself among the others.

Growing up bilingual and immigrant put a burden on her relationships with others; sometimes she had trouble communicating and many people used to make fun of her. Thankfully, it was when she went to college that she made actual friends whose families had also immigrated to the US, so it was easier to share their experiences with each other, finding common ground between them. They were the friends I met today, who I had not completely forgiven for their actions, but (Y/N) let it pass.

We were reaching my house, a two-story building made out of a combination of cement and dark brown wood. It was sturdy and could withstand La Push’s humidity and weather conditions. I was proud to say that I built it myself, with some of my packmates’ help. I drove down the dirt road that led to my front yard and parked on my driveway. (Y/N) was about to exit the car, when I stopped her, stepping out of the car quickly, and running to her side. I opened her door and helped her climb out of the car. She looked flustered as I wrapped one arm around her waist, lifting her up, before slowly placing her on her feet.

“Welcome to my home. Come on. Let me show you around.” I carefully took her hand in mine, and, thankfully, she did not flinch or protest at all, as I led us in the house.

I opened the door, showing her around the living room. “Come with me. I’ll show you the bathroom.” I led us upstairs, to the bathroom in my master bedroom. I went on to grab clean clothes for her to wear, a large t-shirt and basketball shorts, and two fluffy towels, one for her body and one for her hair.

She looked unsure when I pushed the items on her arms. “Are you sure I can use this bathroom? You know, I can use a smaller bathroom, if there is another one?”

“Nonsense. Come on. Go shower now.” I turned her around, lightly pushing towards the bathroom’s direction. “I'll be waiting downstairs. Whatever you need, don’t hesitate to ask, okay?”

She slowly nodded and walked towards the bathroom. As she walked ahead, closing the bathroom door behind her, I couldn’t help myself and took a peek at her ass. It was still covered in sand but still looked perfect with the bikini she wore. I turned around and quickly walked downstairs, so I could give (Y/N) space and some quiet.

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currently reading: időfutár 5 (again), witcher time of contempt (is that the english title), édes anna, crazy like us yes i am actually reading all of these at the same time i am eensane OH AND MEXICAN GOTHIC i havent l9oked at her in a couple days tho. still only halfway thru acceptance

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Favorite color: ILNP cygnus loop

Last song: "drinks” by CYN has lived in my mind rent free since i finished inventing anna

Currently reading: homework 😔 just finished two plays, “Los Vendidos” by Luis Valdez and “The Hungry Woman: A Mexican Medea” by Cherríe Moraga. los vendidos is a one-act surreal satire about stereotypes and class oppression and the hungry woman is a lesbian retelling of the medea story set in phoenix arizona in an alternate future where the united states had another civil war and split off into ethnic factions. yeah

Last movie: Disclosure, pretty interesting documentary on netflix about trans representation in media, also for homework

Currently working on: paper recommending best practices for workplaces seeking to implement diversity training based on psychological research

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