#i'm so sorry for not drawing you again carmen

[carmyboobear]

you're so good at drawing carmy. i think it's incredible. you've got his features figured out so well...... very, very jealous 😔 so cute. my heart hurts

this is so kind thank you anon!! i've drawn him at least 100 times now (wish that was an exaggeration) and studied a LOT of photos (half on purpose and half just admiration). i've uhhh also made him in the sims 4 which rly tested my skills

anyway here's the first two times i drew him (first one is the one on the left), i still like these but it took a lot more effort than it would now

i practiced drawing him primarily with reference photos first to figure out his features, and then i was able to pinpoint which features that rly make him, well, HIM. i made this little diagram of him on my lunch break back in october on a receipt

these points are true but i will say i didn't show it the best in that drawing (it was a quick doodle). there are also a lot more notes i would put now, so.... have this!

i could go a lot more in depth but this is already too much. also this is just my process for cartoonifying real people but i'm also insane about him. drawing him comes very easily now but i still ref pics from time to time!

long story short: USE REFERENCE!!!

#the bear #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #jeremy allen white #the bear fx #the bear fanart #i'm sorry anon you didn't ask for all this but i just got so excited. thank you again for the kind words! i've practiced a LOT to get here #if anyone wants a super in depth jeremy/carmy/lip drawing guide i would... i would even do a narrated speedpaint to RLY explain in depth #anyway ive embarrassed myself enough. enjoy everyone #my art

[aphroditesbaby1616]

Lily of the Valley - (c.b. oneshot)

O/S INSPO:  Lily of the Valley Soothing, calming, draws peace and tranquility, and repels negativity. Assists in empowering happiness and mental powers. Married couples should plant Lily of the Valley in their first garden to promote longevity of the marriage.  POSTED DATE:03/30/2024 W/C: 4,114

A/N: FINALLY!!!! I am so sorry this took forever! This O/S is based on this adorable request from the LOML @daysofyellowroses - please check out her blog! I hope this satisfies your Carmy Proposing idea! I'm sorry it took so long i've been sick, but were back baby!!! Requests are opennnn y'all! This is also heavily inspired by my amazing OOMF @gingergofastboatsmojito - In another timeline Carmy still somehow came across Madame Stardusts jewelry (she transcends time and space that woman!) , & Stella exists too! If you want to meet more of that character in the universe Ginger created (I highly recommend you do)you can read that AMAZING FIC HERE ! Please be sure to leave kudos & comments & give Ginger all the flowers she deserves!!!

WARNINGS FOR BTC: Smut, Swearing, NO USE OF Y/N - As little physical description as possible, fluffy Carmen, OC Carmy - (He's more emotionally grown obvi hahah)

➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 

You pushed the heavy, bulging tote bags full of groceries up your arm as you walked back to Your&Carmy’s shared Condo Building. The wildflower seeds you’d thrown on the little patches of grass on your walks to the train, along the sidewalk on your block had finally started to bloom. Adorable tiny little flowers in vibrant shades of blue, pink, purple, yellow, and white peeking out over the sidewalk's edge. 

Spring had most definitely sprung in Chicago by this point. Your commute whilst walking to work down Michigan Ave, passing the stunning array of tulips, had told you that fiercely every time you walked to and from the train this week on the way to work. It was finally Friday, and you couldn’t be happier. 

Carmen had been so busy this week- busier than normal. You’d usually just hang out with your best friends to fill that pathetic, lonely void while grading papers and doing your own assignments- but they were busy this week too! You were convinced the universe had bound you to loneliness this week, so naturally, all you wanted to do was get home, crawl into bed, and sleep- until Carmy came in around 2 to 3 am, and get that savored 15 minutes of cuddles after his shower, before exhaustion came over you again and you fell back asleep. 

You used your special key fob to get in the door of your condo’s shared building, which to your standards was very luxurious- it included amenities you’d never even thought of. You and Carmy had moved in together 3 months ago, it took a lot of convincing on your end. You and Carmy had lived on opposite ends of town, so every time you’d see eachother, (which was very often) -  it would be an hour's drive that he insisted- or, him losing the battle- and allowing you to take the train back all those stops. 

You weren’t particularly religious,  it was more just a personal preference - that you would be at least engaged before you were to move in together. Especially before having a mortgage together. You’d told Carmy this, and he’d given you the same answer each time over the last two years he’d been begging - “Baby we know we’re in love, you know we’re eachothers forever person - we tell eachother every day! We’ve been together 3 years, Let me take care of you” 

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be taken care of- it’s just…you liked working. You loved your job, you’d went to school and earned a masters degree for Christ sake, and were currently working on your PHD. You couldn’t ever see yourself giving that up, and moving in with a boyfriend and him insisting on paying all the bills made you fear you’d fall pregnant, and then your professional life would be over. 

But, Carmen had insisted to you he wasn’t interested in children unless you were. You were sure at one point you never wanted them, but you were becoming more afraid, because seeing as amazing an uncle Carmen was, how naturally kind and understanding he was of children- it brought out something in you. It was so sudden that you could imagine turning your shared library / art studio into a nursery during slow time at work. 

You walked down the hall, in no rush to be home. The only presence waiting being your cat, Truffle, Carmy had insisted on the name due to his deep black fur. 

You approached the door, confused as to why you were hearing…music? From your apartment? You shook the hope of Carmy being home this early away, not wanting to be dissapointed. The neighbors downstairs must be blasting that same kind of jazz instrumental Carmy listens to so loud that you heard it through the floor. 

You unlock the door, and sure enough the music playing softly through the condo gets a tad louder but the first thing to catch your eye was the white and pink rose petals making a trail to the kitchen. You heard Carmy humming lightly, the sound of chopping on the cutting board. 

“Bear?” You quickly nudge the door shut with your hip, not even bothering to take your shoes off and rushing down the hall into the kitchen. Sitting atop the breakfast bar, was a vase packed with beautiful pink and white roses. 

He looks up from the cutting board “My favorite girl” he stops what he was doing immediately coming and taking the bags from your shoulders, setting them down before greeting you with a sweet kiss. He cupped your cheeks gently, pulling you in to him so you were flush together with his other hand.  

“You used our card f’that right?” He asked softly when he pulled away. You roll your eyes a bit, he had insisted you get a shared credit card, and that you purchase everything with it- and at the end of the month, he will show you the statement, and only pay a quarter of the total, just another one of the ways he assured every financial burden of yours was eased significantly. 

“Yes, what is all this baby?” You asked, motioning to the roses. “Did I forget somethin? Our anniversary isn’t for another 2 months” you asked a bit nervously. Carmen wasn’t a stickler for dates, but it would break your heart if you were to forget something important. 

“No- no. I just…just love you- I wanted to show you, and especially after this week I know I’ve been crazy busy, and I’ve been comin’ in late and leavin’ early, and…I just wanted to show my best girl how much she means t’me” he kissed your forehead sweetly and you felt a blush creeping to your cheeks. 

“That’s so sweet Bear. Thank you I love you, this is…no one’s ever done this- oh my god- are those balloons?” You giggled, seeing heart shaped foil balloons tied to your chair at the table and he smiled proudly. 

“Mmhmm, the lady at the flower place said that - we can talk about it later. You wanna cook w’me? You can just watch if you want?” He asked, gently brushing his fingers through your hair. 

“I never turn down a lesson from the best, let me go get changed real quick” you headed toward the bedroom and he stopped you by your hand pulling you back into his chest, kissing your neck with wet open mouth kisses earning a giggle that you couldn’t contain. 

“Mmm- don’t go in there right now, it’s for later. I already got your pajamas right here” he said going over to the couch and grabbing your favorite pair of sweatpants and his old ‘the beef’ tshirt that to you was the most comfortable thing in the world, especially when he wore it to bed for a few nights before giving it back. 

“For later huh?” You muse, taking off your heeled booties and unbuttoning your slacks before peeling them off and trading them for your soft fuzzy grey sweatpants. 

“Mmhmm” he hummed in response and took your pants for you and your blouse and bra as well, bringing them to the laundry room as you put the shirt on and got your hair situated into a bun. 

“What are we cooking today, chef?” You asked, heading over to the kitchen to see there were little bowls of vegetables that have been precut and you gasp happily. “Stop- are we really?” You giggled. 

“I told you that it’s easy baby but you hate eggplant so ratatouille isn’t gonna be something you’re a big fan of” he chuckled. You had watched the movie with him, and told him that the ratatouille dish looked insanely delicious and that you wanted him to make it for you, but he told you your aversion to eggplant would probably turn you off the dish. 

“But there isn’t eggplant” you said looking over the dishes filled with various vegetables. 

“That’s right, this is princess ratatouille. I’ve been figurin’ out different vegetables w’Syd that would work for it, we finally got it right. We have zucchini and a few different squashes, and we have onion and garlic, tomato, bell pepper, everything you like. I think you’ll love it baby.” He said rubbing your back gently. 

“Of course I’m gonna love it bear, I love everything we make together you have the magic touch. So what’s my job?” You asked eagerly. 

“You my special sous chef, are gonna help put the veggies in and I’m gonna do the sauce” He kissed your temple gently. 

“Ok! Let me get my apron” You said, happily turning to the drawer you kept your aprons in.

“Wait-” he said, holding your arm. You look back at him and he looked…nervous.”Is…something wrong?” You questioned, brows furrowed slightly in concern.

“No- no I um….i got you a new one” he said sheepishly, walking over to the island and opening up the cupboard beneath you never used. 

“Oh- ok..Leveling up are we?” You joked, happily leaning against the counter. 

“Jesus-” he chuckled, “Close y’r fuckin eyes- carnival psychic” he teases and you laughed, obliging and closing your eyes.

“Carnival psychic?” you asked and he came over gently putting bundle of fabric in your awaiting hands.

“I swear t’god- you went snoopin’? Open your eyes” he said. You opened your eyes, looking into your hands and seeing an apron. It was white, just like his, and folded perfectly. In thick black letters, intricately painted, ‘ Will You Marry Me? ‘ Adorned with a little red heart over the center pocket that had a square shaped bump.

You felt all of the blood leave your face, your knees feeling wobbly, your mouth gaping in to an O shape, as you stare down at the apron. “Where did you get this?” you whispered, completely awestruck. 

“I-I…um…made it?” he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “I- shit. Fuck- is this not how you pictured it? I’m so fuckin sorry babe- I-I thought…I dunno- like.. You wanted it private? Cause I know you said you’d never-” he’s interrupted by your lips crashing on his in a fervent wanting kiss, a mix of spit and teeth and lips and tongues, he moans softly into your mouth, squeezing your waist.

You were pressed together so firmly that the small box dug into your ribs, eventually pulling away from him with shaking hands and reaching into the pocket, pulling out the small black velvet box. You ever so carefully opened it, your breath catching in your throat when you saw the absolutely breathtaking ring.

“I-it’s not uh..not a diamond- cause I know you said-” you interrupt him

“Princesses and Queens don’t wear diamonds, they wear crystals” you finished, staring at the beautifully cut opal, at least 8 carats, banded by a intricate edwardian band… nothing short of a ring for a Goddess.

“But..But- this one…it does- it has both…because uh” he swallows thickly. “It…in my mind- when I s-saw it, it represented your soul, and your physical body.. And I liked that. Cause- y’re my diamond, but you’re also my queen, my everything, baby. Like how - how you said that…you wished your aura was opal? It is. It is, angel. And every time you look at that, I want you to remember that you’re beautiful from your diamond exterior, to your opal soul” he brushed his finger over the ring, before meeting your gaze once again.

He gently wiped the tears that were running down your cheeks freely, hot and wet and open. It was rare that Carmy genuinely used his words rather then his actions to express his love for you, so you were nothing short of savoring this. “Holy fucking shit” you laughed, shaking your head and looking down at the ring box. “Put it on my hand” you held your left hand out. 

He chuckled a bit, “so… yes? You will?” he asked carefully, pulling the ring out of the box.

“Are you kidding, YES! Put this ring on my finger and fuck me dumb- this is all i’ve ever wanted, Bear, I fucking love you- and youre asking if I want you to be my husband?! I’ve wanted nothing more for two years- at least!” you shake your left hand for emphasis, a wide large grin on your face.

He carefully slid the ring over your manicured finger, and it just made you cry more how it fit perfectly. “How do you know my size?!” you asked, since most of the vintage rings he'd bought you were adjustable so it didn't matter the size of the rings he’d gotten for you before.

He chuckled a bit, “so- y’re ring…y’know the one…y’thought you lost it at Chipotle like…ahhh- 8 months ago now? In the bathroom? Y’took it off at the table, you wore it on your ring finger so I had to take my chance. You kept sayin how it was like- the only ring you’d found that fit without takin’ it to the jewler. So uh” he dug in his jeans pocket, placing your beloved vintage ring with your starsign on it in your palm.

“I got that ring, based on the size. I got it uhhh…sorry dont be offended- it’s not new… I got it at an estate sale of this lady- it was crazy- the way I came across it babe… like fate. It was when Syd and I went to New York for that interview, she literally dragged me to this sale cause she said the lady who died was said to have a bunch of vintage fur and stuff she was looking f’somethin- anyway. We met the lady’s daughter- Stella? I think it was? Doesn’t matter… but she um..said her Ma was some crazy astrology nut, also said she only wore crystals. So I took a look… that was the first box I opened. And y’ring on my pinky, it fit perfect, so I tried it on- it fit like a glove. I’m glad we don't have to size it. Asked her if it was real, she said - her Ma told ‘er some…. Like life coach? Er- astrologer life coach author? Gave it to ‘er on a trip to Jamaica in the 60’s. Told ‘er ‘this ring will someday be worn on a hand proudly as a devotion of true love’- Miss- No! Madame ! Madame Stardust. Nutty name right?” he chuckled a bit. 

You smiled proudly at the ring, a devotion of true love indeed. “I think” you turned to the counter, stacking the bowls of vegetables together and putting them in the fridge as you friskily countered “you are not going in to work at all next week- wifes orders” you walked over to him, hips swaying. “And after you fuck me absolutely stupid” you grabbed his collar, pulling him in so your faces were meer inches apart “Oh- and we talk about how this mademe stardust? Confirms that our souls are indeed woven together like a fucking wicker basket” you kiss him roughly, weaving your fingers through his dirty blonde curls and tugging firmly. 

He moaned into your mouth, his hands trailing down and squeezing your ass firmly. You hummed in satisfaction, leaning against him and he stumbled back, back, back, pushing the bedroom door open with a squeak. You looked up, Breaking your kiss with wide eyes.

All throughout the bedroom, were printed photos of you and Carmy throughout the years, suspended with clear wire so it was as if the photos were floating midair. You clasp your hands over your mouth, admiring all the hard work and pure thought that had went into the gesture. You looked over all the photos, three years of memories hanging before you like a gallery of love surrounding you, all of your fondest happiest memories at every flicker of your eyes.

“Carmen” you whispered, walking forward and admiring each and every photograph…

He comes behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“Y’know how you said no work next week…” he said softly, kissing up your neck with wet, sexy, open mouthed kisses. “We leave Sunday… F’Cyprus” He said hotly in your ear, his breath tickling your neck causing a moan to escape your lips as he gently lifts your shirt, palming your breast gently.

“Is- is that-” you breathe out

“We’re getting a tour of Aphrodites Baths” he said softly, rolling your taught nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Ah- y-you remembered?” you gasped, he let out a soft deep chuckle, Kissing the corner of your mouth and gently laying you down upon the soft sheets of your shared bed. 

“I’d have proposed over a year ago- when I got the fuckin’ ring if i coulda gotten us the tour sooner” he muttered into your skin, tugging off your- (his) shirt, leaving supple, gentle kisses over your stomach and up your ribs.

“Mm- are we- can we swim?” I asked hopefully.

He  gently wipes your tears away, “No” he said a bit sadly, “We can dip our hands… some asshole ruined swimming for people years ago…before we met…but- we were also gonna Parga Greece, baby. We’re spending 2 days in Cyprus, then flying to Parga on a charter- we can swim, fuck, do whatever in those waters baby. Amidst the Goddess of the Underworld f’five whole days” he smirked and you gasped, as if he’d gotten you the moon on a string.

“The Acheron River?” you whisper and he nodded, gently rubbing his thumb over your lips.

“That is the sexiest thing i’ve ever heard in my life- you’re gonna make me cum in the 2nd most famous river of Hell?” you giggled and he snorts a laugh, pushing you on the bed gently.

“Fuck yeah, you little fuckin’ freak” he teased, tugging off your panties and sweatpants in one swift pull, leaving you soaked and bare before him.

You gasped at the rough action, quickly being soothed by soft, sweet kisses over your hipbones. 

“I fuckin smell y’kitten fuck” he growled, kissing the inner of your thigh in the way that made you creen. 

“Shit- good- right? If y’compared me to a seafood market i’d break your nose” you teased, hooking the crooks of your knees over his shoulders, shivering when he leaned in closer, his hot breath directly over your clit- his lapis blue eyes boring into yours.

“That question doesn’t deserve an answer” he grumbled hotly, spreading your folds with his fingers and admiring the wet, slick, mess in front of him. “S’fuckin pretty princess- fuckin’ prettiest pussy in the world” he nearly moaned, burrying his mouth where you needed him most, eyes fixed on yours.

You couldn’t even make a sound- a hot breathy gasp escaping your slack-jawed stance as your head flopped back on the mattress with a soft bounce. “Mmmmm shit” Carmy hummed, satisfied with your taste as if he was devouring his favorite dessert.

“F-Ffuuuckkk” you whimpered out pathetically, voice cracking and bleeding out between the fracture lines of your hot intense pleasure.

“Mmhmm-mmmhmmm” Carmy mumbled confidently against your now firm clit, tongue flicking over it at a mind-numbing pace, bringing you right to the edge and hanging you there by a single finger.

“Ahhhh-Ahhhh-Fuck!! Carmy! Oh- ohhhh!!!” You whined, spine pointing in an arch off the mattress, your hips and thighs quivering and shaking wildly as your orgasm crashed over you like hot lightning before you could even warn him, or know yourself it was so close.

“Goooood girl, thats it- mm- my good fuckin’ girl- Y’gonna be my fuckin’ wife baby? Mmm? Gonna be mine? F’rever?” He grumbled, placing a gentle kiss to your clit before placing gentle yet firm pressure over it with the pad of his tongue that made your hips buck with a mind of their own.

He chuckled slightly into your heat, the vibration causing you to whine pathetically. “Y-yes-yes-fuck i’mfuckinyoursBear-y’gonnamakemey’wife? Yeah? Gonna make me Mrs. fuckin Carmen Berzatto?” you slurred, pulling him into a messy wanting kiss, soughing at the flavor of your core coating his spit.

“Fuckin- spit in my fucking mouth- claim me” you groaned. He smiled against your lips, pulling away slightly, a thick hot string of saliva connecting the two of you.

“So fuckin dirty” he grumbled with a smirk “Open that filthy fucking mouth” he ordered, getting quiet for a moment as he gathered saliva in the front of his mouth.

You obeyed him immediately - your jaw going slack, tongue stuck out ever so slightly and eyes fluttered shut. Then- you felt it, hot, sweet, salty saliva coating your tongue, you groan at the flavor as it continues pooling over your tastebuds. “Do not fucking swallow yet- greedy girl” he tapped your chin firmly, before pulling your jaw open wider with Tthe pad of his thumb. 

“Stick out that pretty little tongue” he grumbled, you obeyed with a smile, opening wide as you could, sticking your tongue out far, showing off the creamy white saliva he’d dressed your tongue in, so much it was seeping down onto your chin, threatening to coat the front and back of your throat.

“Good girl- that's my good little kitten” he purred, “How d’you want me princess?” he gently collected the excess saliva from your chin on his thumb, sucking it off his digit hotly as he awaits your response while you swallow gratefully, the taste setting your soul ablaze.

“I want you to fucking claim me, Carmy, holy fuck- use me, worship me, fuck me like a goddamn animal- whatever you fucking want- please” you begged after you’d savored the taste while you swallowed, his sky blue eyes going dark as navy slacks with lust at the admission. 

“Yeah? Why not all three?” he pushed you down to the mattress by your throat, not hard enough to bruise- but hard enough for the breath to leave your lungs and your core to throb so hard you were clenching your thighs, trying to give any solace of pressure to your swollen aching clit.

“P-please” you stuttered, writhing against the mattress and he chuckled darkly. 

“Are we a little needy? Mmm princess?” he pushes your knees apart with his thigh, aiding the throbbing pressure with his strong fingers, rubbing firm, slow circles into the twitching bud that made your hips snap into the mattress and head fall back to the bed, eyes rolling back with a sharp gasp of pleasure. 

“Pl-please-” you gasp out, spine arching sharply as he replaced his fingers with his mouth on your clit, 2 fingers slipping inside of you with no resistance due to the fact your core was so soaked it was beginning to pool at the dip of your bum and soak the sheets. The squelching as he pumped into your g-spot mixed with your high-pitched moans and frisky growls was absolute sin.

He opens his jaw wider, tonguing your entrance wildly and nuzzling his strong nose against your clit in broad strokes, randomly flicking back and forth quickly making you squeal in pleasure as you grind against his mouth, fully out of control of your movements as if you were a puppet on a string.

“H-Hooooo-i’m cumming- oh- don’t you dare fucking stop Carmen” you growled, grabbing his curls and pullinghim further into your core. “I’m cumming- i’mcumming-holy-holyfuck-imfuuuckiing-AAAH!” your thighs and hips shake and quiver, stars of ethereal white filling your vision.

“Mmhmmm” he grumbled, coming up and sucking your nipple with his slick lips, his chin and nose soaked with your arousal, so much so his chin dripped onto your ribs. 

“H-Oh-yes Bear” you whined out, head tilting to meet his gaze. “I need you- I-I need you inside- like- fuck- when you- you have my knees around your hips and y-you fuckin’- just drill me Carmy- I need that- need you deep” You reverberated wantingly, wrapping your thighs around his waist taughtly, making it easier for him to take you exactly how you wanted.

“Jesus Christ- I can’t fuckin’ stand y’baby. Y’re like a fuckin’ drug- it’s like I fuckin’ function unless I’ve had a hit” he nibbed your collarbone, quickly removing his jeans and boxers, aligning himself with your entrance.

You gave him a mischievous smile, inching your hips forward. “C’mon- I don’t give a fuck ‘bout cooking right now- fuck me absolutely dumb- then take me to Sam’s f’r chocolate chip pancakes- sure that waitress will be over the moon bout my ring” you mused, capturing our lips together, as he scoops up your shoulders and holds you chest to chest, your third of many orgasms that night building throughout every muscle.

It was going to be a long night….

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[boo8008]

Three Months - Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Fem!Reader Chapter 01: Quadriller

Prologue | Chapter 01: Quadriller | Chapter 02: Mince

Series Summery: Its been one year since The Bear's soft open, and with everything running smoothly, Carmen's lost in his thoughts, until the final table of the night is seated.

Warnings: angst | fluff | ghosting mention | mentions of suicide | language | mental health | pining | unrequited love????? | substances (alc & weed) | overdose | yelling | grief | descriptions of panic attacks | eventual smut | new writer trying to write good

Chapter Summery: Carmen arrives in New York, happy to get away from the disaster of one Berzatto Family Christmas. You and carmen however both seem to be too nervous to talk to each other…for now. 

Quadriller (v.) to make criss-cross lines on the surface of food, as part of food presentation

Word Count: 2,821

My Notes bb: I’m sorry its so late tonight but I kept going down rabbit holes on information about actual food journalism and I also noticed I have a habit of explaining a lot and putting in random details that I think are important or cool but again this is my first Fanfiction I'm actually sharing so feedback is welcome. I will tell you now that nothing much happens this chapter save for reader and Carmy being introduced, but I do have a plan on that front its just again I'm overthinking stuff lol. Anyways I hope you all enjoy!

2019 (January) 

Carmen:

It was peaceful in the kitchen as Donna cooked over the stove, flipping pancakes and frying bacon as she smoked. Carmen, Natalie, and Mikey were sitting at the table as they all joked and talked about something or another. Donna placed the food on the table and they all dug in, each getting a small stack of pancakes and some bacon. Carmen was looking up at Mikey as he poured the syrup, laughing at whatever he was saying. 

As he looked down he was confused, written in syrup, “Fuck You Carmen” was on top of the pancakes. 

Carmen looked up feeling panicked, only to see the fork stuck atop the plate of cannoli. He looked around to see the far end of the table flipped over and a car that had crashed through the front room. Mikey was yelling at his mom and a horn was blaring, not loud enough to cover the infinite sounds of a million timers going off behind him, along with a smoke alarm. When he turned around to make them stop all he saw was black billowing smoke coming from the kitchen. 

Carmen jumped back to reality as the stewardess lightly shook him. Almost as soon as the plane lifted off the tarmac at Chicago O’Hare International Airport he was out like a light. He spent every second sense Christmas Eve beyond stressed and anxious. He was thankful Michelle and Stevie had agreed to let him come stay with them in New York after the new year. 

He hoped they hadn't changed their mind as he crossed into the baggage claim area, only to be greeted by Michelle and Stevie, who was holding a sign saying “BEAR-zatto” with a poorly done drawing of what Carmen thinks is a bear. He chuckled at the gaudy neon pink and glittery sign, happy they went so far as to let him come, let alone pick him up and make a sign.

“Oh there he is, Carmen!” Michelle called, waving him over after finally seeing him. “We were starting to think you bailed on us. How are you? How was your flight? Everything go okay?” She asked, now hugging him before pulling back to look at his face.

“Good, yea, fine, the flight was-the flight was good I slept through most of it,” Carmen said, still hazy with sleep as he rubbed the side of his face. 

“Glad to hear it! Beats our flight back. It felt like it was just crying babies and turbulence; couldn't sleep once,” Stevie chimed in, pulling Carm into an awkward side hug thanks to the just-barely-too-big-to-be-comfortable sign and Carmen’s duffle bag and backpack. An affirmative ‘hm’ was all Carmen could manage, unsure how to respond. Lucky for him, Michelle loves to talk and knew how to keep the conversation going.

“So which of these bags is yours?” she asked as the carousel began spinning and (somewhat violently) ejecting bags. “And how do you like your sign? Stevie’s friend made it; she's kinda like his family's Richie but a bit more-”

“Normal?” Stevie finished. 

“Exactly, yea, she thinks of that type of shit a lot,” Michelle continued. “She thought it would be a cute thing I guess, said something about how helpful it would be to find us sense we’d stick out and more welcoming than that one.” She gestured in the direction Carmy came from, where he passed a sign with standard corporate text that read ‘WELCOME TO NEW YORK’ and a flat drawing of the city. 

Carm was only half listening as Michelle raved on about how the girl did cutesy homemade things all the time and began to ponder why with Stevie, the two knowing the chatter didn’t really interest Carmy as more than background noise. He was on the lookout for his bag which held his prized knifes and chefs whites, just about everything else fit in his beat up duffle and backpack. He would have preferred to keep them with him at all times in an airport just to know they didn't get ruined or damaged in anyway during their transport. But he could also understand why the TSA would say to not bring knifes on a crowded, compact tube that floats in the sky. As soon as he spotted the black metallic cased bag carmen stepped and forward and grabbed it, checking the lock on the side as he stood next to his cousin. 

“Jesus Carmen what do you have in there, fucking launch codes?” Michelle asked, seeing the overprotective suitcase. 

“My knifes,” was all Carmen mumbled in response hoping it would do. Michelle just shook her head while Stevie nodded, both in disbelief at how weird he was about his tools.

“Anyways, as I was saying,” Michelle began, turning to lead the trio out to their car. “She's nice, and she's making us dinner tonight so don't be a dick. She's not a chef but god damn does she make a good baked chicken parm.”

You: 

Waking up already today felt nervous. You only had work and dinner with Stevie and Michelle and whoever-the-fuck that you couldn’t remember the name of right now but the thought of work was mixing with it. Having to meet new people was one thing that you saw as dreadful and anxiety inducing; who else could you need to talk to outside of work besides Stevie and Michelle? And having to schedule and deal with interviews with busy high end chefs was another thing. A thing where the problem mostly came when you tried to get things explained in simpler terms than the hoity-toity French or Italian words they chose. Sure you knew what quadriller was but not everyone knew what it meant. 

You could understand where they were coming from though in some cases. Mainly the Michelin star worthy ones who put so much pressure on themselves and the chefs under them to deliver perfection for an expensive dish made with the best ingredients. From what you could tell they mainly did it for the people that truly and deeply loved and enjoyed food and would save up to eat at such high end restaurants. It all led to them feeling drained at the end of the day, when the last thing they wanted to do was to explain something they knew so well they’d forgotten it was a name for something. 

Luckily today all you had to do was schedule and write a few more paragraphs on your Top Food Trends of 2018 article for your editor to see. You were still working on it and it needed a better name but that wasn't a priority right now, it was mainly getting the bulk of it done and written in words that were more than bullet points and shortened words. And you got off early enough that you had time to run home and hop through the shower before headed to the grocery store on your way to Stevie and Michelle’s. It was the first meal for the new year of your bi-weekly dinners and you knew they probably didn't have much to cook with sense getting back from their Chicago Christmas Trip. Normally Michelle would have stories about someone named Donna doing something crazy and while it was a little funny, when you gave it a seconds thought it made you sad for her family and her that she ended up the way she did. It was something you gotten drunk and emotional talking about with her and she could see your point but that's as much as you could remember of that conversation, besides asking her what the fuck seven fishes had to do with Christmas. 

You picked up all the ingredients you would need for chicken parmesan, garlic bread and a tub of gelato, Michelle always had some wine that would go perfectly with whatever pasta so you didn't worry about that. Hopefully the sign you made had gotten Michelle’s cousin’s attention and gotten them out of the airport in a timely manner before traffic hit so you could get a start on dinner as soon as you got there. They had given you a key a year ago so you could get in and start on dinner on days when they were running late, which was often, but you didn't mind as long as you got your fill on non-work related human interaction for the next two weeks. 

As you brought in your load of groceries, you saw you were right as far as the low-stocked kitchen. You connected to their bluetooth speakers and started a podcast you'd been meaning to catch up on and got to work. You'd comment on some parts to yourself and got lost in thought on the topic they were discussing and in no time you were putting almost everything in the oven, the bread could wait until 8 minuets before so it was al ready at the same time and the gelato was already in the freezer. 

It all seemed perfectly timed as your podcast ended and you were about to start another episode as you heard the front door open.

“God it smells so good!” you could hear Michelle call from the front door. You heard Stevie talking to someone and the sound of suitcase wheels and baggage moving through the front door. Michelle rounded the corner still in her coat and pulled you into a hug. “How are you? How was your week?”

“Fine, not a lot happening in the office so…” you trailed off as you hugged her back. “Got off early enough to shower before I got here.” She pulled back, finally taking off her coat as she headed towards the wine cabinet and Stevie rounded the corner with a beat up duffle bag slung over his shoulder and the neon pink sign you made. 

“Hey,” he greeted happily, followed by your name and as best a wave he could manage with a heavy duffle bag on him. “Let me put these down in the guest room and we’ll come actually say hi.” He jet pass the kitchen eager to get the bag off his shoulder and get his coat off and was quickly followed by the third person you still couldn't remember the name of. Cameron? Cory? Conner? Either way he gave you a vague nod of acknowledgement as he rushed pass you seemingly faster than Stevie. He had on a thick wool coat and a baseball cap, but besides that you didn't get a good look at him.

“So should we do the chianti or the pinot noir?” Michelle asked using her mocking tone on the fancy words, bringing your attention back to her as she held up the two bottles. 

“Chianti,” you chose. “I like the label more, its prettier.”

“That's one way to choose wine.” she said. She came back over to your side and pulled out the bottle opener as you grabbed the glasses. “Also I'm apologizing now if Carmen’s an asshole about dinner but it runs in the family.”

“Its cool, can’t be worse than Stephen…or you.”

“Oh fuck off,” she said with a smile, pouring the wine. “Who was he again?”

“The guy who wanted to be a ‘chef’ and narrated the whole time I made dinner and couldn't tell me what was wrong with the food besides ‘you just didn't do it right’,” you mocked his dumb voice as you remembered the date. “I mean I know I’m no Gordon Ramsey but I know what I’m doing in general.”

“Right that guy, Jesus your taste in people sucks,” she smiled as she slid the glass to you. 

“Yea yea,” you said, taking a sip of your wine as you looked at the timer on the oven and went to put the bread in the oven. “I’d rather have actual input from someone than that shit though.”

“What shit?” Stevie asked walking back into the kitchen, finally relieved of the duffle.

“Vague shit,” Michelle said, vaguely. 

“The best kind of shit,” Stevie pulled you into a hug as he finally said a proper hello to you. He turned some to the guy who entered earlier, Carmen you now knew. “This is Carmen, he's a chef, the one I was telling you about with the Noma and stuff.”

“Right, yea, hi,” you greeted, introducing yourself even though Stevie just did it for you, you'd cringe about it later. This is why you don't like meeting new people.

“Hi, your-your the journalist right?” Carmen stuck his hand out to shake yours, and now that he was right in front of you you got a good look at him. Crystalline blue eyes and dirty blonde hair that was all mess and curls, he looked tired and anxious. Even his clothing said so; a long sleeve white shirt pushed up to his elbows and jeans both of which seemed rumpled from the flight. You did take note of his tattoos, a snail on his forearm, and a Pyrex measuring cup with the world on the other, you saw on the hand shaking yours the SOU on his fingers.

“Yea food and stuff,” you said, bringing your attention back to his face. All around he was handsome but you could sense the same nerves you had on him. It was a relief when Stevie came back from putting his coat away asking how your Christmas was, saving you both from an awkward conversation. 

“Not bad,” you responded. “My parents went to Arkansas for family or whatever and said their sending me some stuff and I got to buy myself a nice dress and no one bothered me over the holiday, an all round a success in my book.”

Just then the oven went off, and you took up Carmen's mumbled offer to get the heavier pan with the chicken and pasta while you grabbed the bread and plates, deciding to come back for the utensils and cheese. Michelle took charge of hers and Carmen's glasses sitting them across from each other as Stevie took his own and the bottle. You had to admit, it felt nice with everyone helping. You came back to the table before realizing you left you own glass, and that you would be sitting next to Carmen and would definitely need it to talk to the stranger. 

Finally returning and looking to the table before sitting down you did one last check that everything was there; napkins, plates, forks all checked. The other three were already digging in as Michelle whispered something to carmen that sounded a lot like ‘don't be a dick’. You took one last second and turned on a relaxing playlist for the meal on a low volume and sat down.

“So,” you started. “How was your guys’s Christmas?”

“Shitty.”

“Awful.” 

Stevie just frowned and shook his head in response as the other two responded in unison.

“That bad, huh?” you asked, finally serving yourself. Michelle avoided by chugging her wine and Carmen did the same by stuffing his mouth. 

“I think its better if we don't talk about it,” Stevie said breaking the silence.

The rest of the meal passed well enough though and everyone seemed to like the gelato with the meal. Carmen didn't talk much, too stuck in his own head thinking about how he had to start looking for a job ASAP. What didn't help were the thoughts of how pretty you looked when he walked in, and especially now that he was closer seated next to you. Your hair and dress styled perfectly with some better suited shoes for the slippery winter weather outside. He quickly talked himself out of pursuing anything with you though, having the small bit of sense to not bring you into his fucked up personal life full of anxiety and stress and pepto. He didn't even know what to say to you now. How would he know what to say on a date? He knew you knew something about food but wasn't sure what exactly it was you knew. What if it was just something to pay the bills and you didn't actually like being a journalist on food? There were too many unknowns for him to be comfortable with anything other than small agreements and answers that were as short as possible whenever he was asked something, and he noticed you doing the same thing. 

You did your best to not be awkward with Carmen but you both had a wall put up to keep the newcomer out. If it weren't for Stevie and Michelle talking about their plane rides and new years eve stories your pretty sure it would be silent between the two of you. They tried to get you both involved but it was clear enough that wasn't going to happen… not tonight at least.

#carmy berzatto #carmy x reader #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #the bear #the bear fic #the bear hulu #the bear fx #carmy x you #carmy x fem!reader #jeremy allen white

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Birthday Surprise - Barcelona Femení + Atlético Madrid x Reader

A/n: a random idea i had, it's not very angsty but i like the platonic team fics, they're cute. Also if you think I'm being specific with R's past birthdays, it's because they're my birthday experiences😅 also, if you haven't seen the live action 2002 and 2004 Scooby Doo movies, you should... and Scooby Doo Mystery Incorporated 2010-13 is absolute gold.

PSA: there were probably more players than mentioned attending R's surprise party, I just find it easier to write a select view interacting with R at a given time...

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Your hands clasped the railing of the balcony, heartbeat racing in your ears as you breathed in the evening air. Your breathing exercises you were taught in counselling were working a little, but everything was still a lot.

You almost didn’t hear the balcony door open, but it shut a little too harshly, so you heard Carmen curse under her breath for the slam before she approached.

“Hiding from me, mi dulce?”

“Hide from you? Never.” You gave her a watery smile, wiping at your face quickly as Carmen stepped closer, the concern in her eyes evident despite your attempts to hide how overwhelmed you were feeling.

“Lo siento… I’m sorry, it’s just, this is my first birthday party since I was seven. It’s a lot. Last year I ate takeaway alone in my room.” You quietly admitted, drawing patterns with your fingers on the railing and keeping your gaze there, instead of looking at Carmen.

Your former teammate raised an eyebrow, before recalling where you were for your birthday last year. After two years with Atleti, Barcelona took an interest. But they sent you on loan first, which explained your lack of birthday festivities last year.

It had taken a lot for your teammates at Atleti to find out when your birthday was, in fact it took them until your second year in but you didn’t do anything big back then.

Now your Barcelona teammates had gone out of their way for a big surprise party, inviting your Atleti teammates into the mix too. How could you not be overwhelmed right now?

She was careful as she watched you go through your breathing exercises again, recognising them from when you’d do them before more intense matches with Atleti.

“We can stay out here? It is quieter.” Carmen suggested, hearing you let out a laugh that was almost damp with tears.

“I don’t know who picked the music, but it’s nothing I’ve listened to.” You admitted, trying to hold back tears but it was too late, leaving Carmen to pull you into her arms, despite how much you didn’t want to ruin her outfit with your tears.

“Hey, where is the birthday person?” Jenni enquired, looking around as Alexia and Lola had disappeared to sort out the candles.

“Uh, crying into Carmen’s shoulder on the balcony?” Patri glanced around, almost not hearing Jenni’s question over the music when she spotted you and Carmen through the balcony door.

“They listen to this stuff?” Patri tried not to judge, but Mapi shook her head, getting her phone out to open her music app and find your account from her following.

“Not even the same genre.” Mapi deadpanned, finding one of your playlists to link to the bluetooth speaker.

It took a while for Carmen to comfort you enough for you to feel comfortable enough to go back inside, sticking close to the Atleti defender as Jenni pulled you into a side hug, kissing the crown of your head.

“Hola, Jenni…” you accepted the hug from your teammate, having known Jenni since your first year at Atleti, plus you were cold from being on the balcony for so long. You had a feeling Carmen was too. Especially when you ended up getting wrapped in a blanket that Carmen passed to Jenni.

“Feliz cumpleaños.”

“Gracias… oh um, is this the part where I stand awkwardly as everyone sings happy birthday at me and a sweet dessert that has been stabbed by many small wax cylinders that are lit on fire?” Your sarcasm was evident as Carmen chuckled, while Jenni, Mapi and Patri looked confused until they spotted Lola and Alexia with a dessert that had candles in it.

“Not like last year though?” Carmen pointed out, confusing the others even more as you tilted your head side to side in thought.

“Last year, I blew out a lighter held away from the dessert by a housemate I don’t talk to anymore.” You held the blanket further around you, avoiding eye contact with your teammates, past and present, “So, this is better, it’s just overwhelming.” 

“Lighter?” Lola immediately looked concerned but you shook your head, cut off as Jenni pulled you into another hug and tried to kiss your head again, her lips getting the blanket instead as you squirmed slightly.

“You are loved.” The forward stated, holding you gently as you leaned into her, letting out a sigh.

“Okay, can everyone chill- oh look, the candles are melting wax everywhere!” causing a slight distraction, you escaped Jenni’s hold and headed into the kitchen to grab a drink.

Your face burned from all the attention you were getting, your skin prickling with heat. 

Standing over the sink, sipping your drink. You didn’t hear the front door open, but you could hear a few more of your teammates arrive, instilling more anxiety in you.

Your stomach flipped as footsteps approached. You were lucky your teammates had figured out how you functioned rather quickly during your first year at Atleti. You could be anxious and a little awkward when too much attention was on you.

“We’re going to put a movie on, your birthday, your pick.” Alexia explained, smiling as you turned to face her with a quiet hum, already having a movie in mind. Your captain chuckled as you kept the blanket around your shoulders, walking with her out of the kitchen with a chaotic smirk.

“You might regret giving me the choice.” You teased, watching as your teammates, former and present, took over the living room seating.

Leila nudged you in the shoulder with her foot as you sat down on the floor in front of the main couch and swiped the remote from Lola to set up the tv. 

“You know, if I had known about this get together, I would have brought the dvd. Leila, I am not your footstool.” You replied, smiling slightly as Carmen scooted off the couch to sit next to you and share your blanket, whilst Lola and Leila eventually let you two lean against their legs.

“What is this movie?” Jenni enquired, leaning forwards to hear your answer.

“A cult classic.” You smirked, turning your head as you and Carmen were joined on the floor by Mapi and Ingrid, everyone in the room watching as you set up the subtitles and hit play on the 2002 live action Scooby Doo movie.

“Happy birthday to me…” you murmured, humming along to the intro before Lola nudged you in the back, passing you a bowl of the dessert from earlier, sans birthday candle wax, and cutlery.

“Muchas gracias, for everything.” Thanking your friends for everything they had done, even if the original surprise idea had spooked you and led to you taking a breather on the balcony.

You were calmer than before as everyone’s attention was on the movie you had chosen, allowing you to breathe, resting the back of your head against Leila’s knee, eventually ending with everyone enjoying the chaos of the 2002 live-action Scooby Doo movie.

You were still awake by the time that the 2004 sequel had reached the credits. Staying still as you could as you realised a few of your teammates were asleep, carefully using the remote to turn the volume down and pressed play on the first episode of season one of Scooby Doo Mystery Incorporated. Turning your head gently to glance around, you met Lola’s smile before you both went back to watching the show.

“Best birthday yet.” You whispered before getting shushed, Leila’s foot nudging you again as you realised she was awake, but your attention had shifted back to episode one, ‘Beware the Beast from Below’, completely entranced by the show.

It really was the best birthday yet for you.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #barcelona femeni x reader #atletico madrid x reader #barcelona femeni imagine #atletico madrid imagine #barcelona femeni imagines #atletico madrid imagines #woso imagines

[thebestestbat]

@twinkubus tagged me for book recs!! i'm going to go back to my 2022 reads bc i haven't read enough this year to get a full list i think. i'm tagging @hyumjim @rootbeerqueer @shield-sheafson @ravenkinnie @raven-harlot @bronanlynch if you wanna!

Books of Blood by Clive Barker

in order, i liked In The Hills, The Cities (dang), The Yattering and Jack (probably going to be the one I re-read the most), Pig Blood Blues (thinking hard about this one's characters and imagery), The Midnight Meat Train (good but forgettable)

Piranesi by Suzanna Clarke

this was pretty short and pretty fun? if you like descriptions and don't like plot, i recommend it.

Her Body and Other Parties by Carmen Maria Machado

my favorite stories: Mothers, Inventory, The Resident, Difficult At Parties. 

The Mirror Season by Anna-Marie McLemore

this is a YA book. it's very good. it's about sexual assault and recovery.

Sorrowland by Rivers Solomon

the ending of this turned more scifi which i didn't like, but the majority is amazing horror.

The Between by Tananarive Due

REALLY RECOMMEND THIS. it's a very sad story first, and a horror story second. it's kind of like the shining but i like it more.

Annihilation by Jeff Vandermeer

i only read the first book. i don't want any explanations. it's great.

We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson

sisters who are friends <3 it is a happy ending if you are crazy

Drawing Blood by Poppy Z Brite

i have to. i read this in 2022 so i have to rec this again. sorry.

#ask games #kinda #book club

[wulf59-stuff]

Ok so...Wow.😳 I wasn't expecting so many people to actually *like* the ide! I'm so happy that you all do.😁 love Carmen Sandiego and Julethief.

I haven't had many ideas for them that were dood enough to draw so I haven't drawn them in a while. But I'm thinking of starting up again. If any of you have ideas for short comics or drawings I'll be glad to here them and many draw them.

I would also be happy to discuss the series whit anyone that wants to. I sometimes also write so I might post some of my things here it there's people interested in it.

(ps. English is not my first language so it the spelling is trash sorry.😓)

#Carmen Sandiego

[pierog]

SORRY THAT LAST ASK WAS EVIL here's a nice one what are some of your favourite memories from this year!!

LOL thank you

this got long so here's a read more

-goes w/out saying but spending 5 months travelling and cycling around europe was so cool. my fav bit was a month in italy -- particularly a workaway involving staying in a beautiful umbrian farmstead with a gaggle of gay men, so much cooking and cocktails and basking beneath the wisteria, walks thru medieval hilltop villages surrounded by golden meadows.. travelling solo is nice but i'm very much an extrovert and i felt so touched by the love and friendship i experienced here. i still talk to my boys most days. -i visited one of my best mates in cyprus and it was so fun i accidentally stayed for a whole month. loads of nature hikes, festivals, gigs, exploring abandoned cities, snorkelling in oceans so deep and blue and ancient. -later we flew to england to do brighton pride (hooked up with a lovely irish lass 😳) & visit some more expat uni pals. we went on a road trip afterwards in devon/cornwall and it was so beautiful but again the company was the main thing; i spend the whole time laughing til it hurt

-actually that reminds me of a random cute "small world" moment. on the bus from venice to rome, i saw a girl next to me reading the same book. we got chatting and it turned out she was going to brighton pride as well. we decided to meet up there, but everyone's phone service was jammed and we couldn't find each other!! so i gave up. a couple days later, i was boarding the train to london when i heard... "ASIA!!???" and it was her!!!!!!

-i cut my intercontinental cycle trip short cos i got into the final selection for an antarctica job and needed to be in the uk for the interview. as such i explored the scottish isles. my fav part was staying at a victorian manor in inverness owned by a witch who looked like stevie nicks and was hosting the scottish opera for the week. they invited me for wine and ghost stories by the fireplace and ending up giving me a ticket to the opera which was sooo silly but sweet!! so i saw carmen for free and gifted them some nice tesco roses and wine in return -i lost my phone in corfu but i couldnt be mad cos it was so fun. i went to a BEAUTIFUL grotto to snorkel which ended up being like a mamma mia beach bar. i was drinking a pina colada the size of my head when two aussie girls came over and said "do you mind if we smoke here" and i said "no go ahead" envisioning a cigarette but it ended up being an ENORMOUS doobie. they shared it with me and all the other girlies, we got crossfaded and went swimming, and i dropped my phone when trying to sensibly cross a road (it got handed into the consulate but shipping is so expensive so i'm working on that!)

-as such i've spent most of this year without a functioning phone & it's been grand. just so much more present and alive, got really into foraging, birdwatching, beachcombing, swimming in the ocean every day in the summer..

-coming back home was actually more tender than anything though. everyone goes on about post-travel blues but i've so enjoyed slipping back into mundanity; floor time with my best friend (you), parties, concerts, weekly life drawing and art club, finally feeling at home in this city. i got to illustrate a novel, animate a tv show opening, get my first poem published in a journal, work on a video game, and also win an nz game award for mine! i'm so grateful for my girlfriend and family and friends and lovely flat on the seaside. also i quit my shitty job for reals and am studying animal management next year so YAY

#thank you my darling #i feel soooo annoying talking about my travels cos lets be honest nobody else is really that interested #so i tend to shut my mouth #but it's lovely to look back on #one bad thing about no phone is i have a visual memory and dont remember anything without seeing pics of it LOL #but these are some really sweet ones from the top of my head #asked

[ennipuff]

“Wait, so you’re telling me you don’t need an ink pot to write?”

Holli is fascinated by Vixen’s muggle pens!

Vixen belongs to @rosievixen!

#hogwarts mystery #hphm #holli rosenvelt #vixen mcmahen #jacob's sibling #hphm mc #my art #ok y'all vixen is so cute #also the fact that it took me over a week to actually draw this... #my activity levels are 0 #my motivation and my brain cells... both dead #OTL #i swear i'm gonna get through everyone's mcs... eventually... #i'm so sorry for not drawing you again carmen #i'm gonna do an hpma doodle next i swear #it's just her hair? #gives me a headache to draw #it's not even her braids lol it's her bangs... or whatever they are lol

[headinthestaticsky]

The Fire of the Innocent Sun: Jasper Hale x Fleur Hale, Chapter 3.

Authors note: I am really sorry I haven't been posting many chapters lately. I just want to make chapters that I feel are good and I'm not rushing just to post a chapter... I want them to be as good as they can be. I hope you all understand.

"Show me a better way, I wish you could Show me a better way, I wish you would Come home today, you could Come home today."

Warm Winds by, Sza

I sat frozen in the passengers' seat my minds tension was flying taking its hold on me. I didn't really think many things through coming down here in a desperate attempt to gain allies in my cause. Sure, the Denali coven knew about Ezra and knew that he wasn't an Immortal child but if they knew about the developments of the Volturi... I'm not sure what they are going to do. My fingers nails were digging into the dashboard in front of me, Jasper's car was receiving the brunt of my uneasiness. A familiar hand grabbed my shoulder making me turn my head to its culprit. Those beautiful, comforting amber eyes stared back at me... as comforting as they were the same worry I held was laced into them.

"Do you need me to talk to them, Darlin? You don't seem too keen to right now?" He asked in his southern draw.

I nodded slightly before answering him

"I don't think I do too well in a conversation right now," I answered truthfully.

He gave me a small comforting smile before stepping out of the car. Emmett followed after him acting as a stand-in security guard. I heard a small voice blossom from the back.

"What's wrong mommy?" Ezra asked softly.

I turned my head around and gave him a smile.

"We're having a few problems right now... we need some help from your uncle and aunts from Denali okay?"

"Then why do you look so scared?" Ezra asked.

Rosalie jumped in saving me from further questioning. For a kid who is only supposed to be 5 months old, he sure is through.

"Because they might not react very well to what we want to ask of them," Rosalie answered.

"Oh..."

I snapped my head back to the quartet of people outside in the snow. They looked skeptical as to why only 4 of us were here.

"Jasper, Emmett, is everything all right? Why didn't you tell us you were coming?" Tanya asked.

POV Switch: Jasper

Before I could even answer Tanya, I got another question thrown at me.

"It is Irina? Did you hear from her?" Carmen asked desperately.

"Esme and Carlisle did... she's part of the reason why I am here," I answered quickly, not wanting to get my attempt of talking interrupted again.

"Why are both of your brides and Ezra waiting in the car?" Elezar inquired.

I knew they were suspicious as to why we were here... I could feel every ounce of worry and skepticism. I knew I couldn't avoid the topic forever. I turned my head around and looked at Fleur and Rosalie, and jerked my head as to signal them to get out. They both followed suit, Ezra was pulled out of the car a few seconds later. Fleur handed Ezra to Rosalie before joining Emmett and I.

POV Change: Back to Fleur

"Look I know you guys aren't fools here but I need you all to be open-minded... our family is in danger," I explained. All of their faces changed from worry to shock.

"What, what even happened?" Carmen asked

"The Volturi are after us," I state honestly.

Tanya's head lowered and she glared at us her terse voice then broke the tension-filled silence.

"Why?" She barked.

I turned my head to Rosalie and Ezra before facing them again

"Before I answer your question I need you to answer something for me." Tanya went to say something before Carmen interrupted her.

"Have you seen Bella or Edward down here recently?"

"Yeah... they were asking for Irina," Elezar answered

I turned my head to Jasper before breathlessly laughing.

"I knew it had something to do with them..." I spoke softly to him.

"I never doubted it for a second." He replied.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Tanya spoke once again.

"Irina had come to visit us... she saw Ezra and I in the woods and then took off... she thinks he's an immortal child," I said.

I saw Tanya charge toward me but merely brushed past me... I knew what she was going to do.

"We need to get rid of him then." She spoke, bile leaked from her voice.

"HEY!" I yelled before grabbing her by the back of the neck and bring her down to the ground.

"KATE DON'T!" I heard Jasper yelled before he let out a groan of pain. I quickly rushed toward him, Emmett had slammed Tanya back down to the ground to prevent her from getting to Rosalie and Ezra. Kate then grabbed me, a electric shock traveled through my arm... nothing but small stings burned my skin. It was nothing too strong that I was immobile like Jasper was. Kate looked up at me with wide eyes before I grabbed her by the neck, lifting her up in the air.

"Now you listen to me... you know Ezra is not an immortal child. If you EVER attempt to lay a hand on him again I will snap your head off bitch! Do you understand?"

She just looked down at me and struggled in my vice-like grip. I lowered her head down to mine so I could look her dead in her eyes.

"I SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?" I growled toward her. She nodded quickly before I dropped her down on the ground. Her hands went to her throat and curled within herself. Emmett shoved Tanya next to Kate and they both just laid there.

"Listen... I know you four don't know me at all... you met me at my wedding for christ's sake. You guys have zero reasons to help me out. But you know Carlisle... you know Esme and the others they need your help. Just think of all the things they've done for you... after all of that, you're going to leave them in the dust? You all know if they get us they're coming after you next." I ranted breathlessly... they just stared back at us. Carmen then approached me and put her hands on my shoulders, a graceful smile was on her face. Elezar joined behind her and looked at me apprehensively.

"We will help you all out... we owe Carlisle and Esme a lot for all kindness and guidance they showed to us." She stated before going to join Rosalie and Ezra.

"I apologize for Tanya and Kate's foolish acts... they do not reflect how I feel," Elezar said before walking away. I thanked him before glaring back down at Kate and Tanya.

"And by the way... Irina was the one who reported all of this. So if you wanna blame anyone for this mess, Blame Bella, Edward, and Her." I snarled before turning my back, Jasper followed my lead.

"We'll help you out," Kate said hoarsely.

I turned my head.

"Better get moving then."

#jasper whitlock x oc #jasper hale x reader #jasper hale x oc #jasper whitlock #jasper cullen #jasper hale #esme cullen #edward cullen #carlisle cullen #alice cullen #twilight imagine #twilight saga #twilight

[s-dei]

A person PM'd me about Crash, Cortex and their "father-son relationship" being mentioned in the new game. I hope they won't mind I'm gonna answer this in public, because I think it will be fair towards all the people who follow me for CB art. Maybe some of them wanted to ask me about this as well. And after my words you gonna decide, how to treat me and my vision of the characters.

(Sorry for my bad English)

I'm not going to draw any incest, and the same goes about adopted one. What do those things mean?

First case means that characters are related - it's determined by biology and not depends on how they treat each other. Second case means that characters are not related biologiacaly, but still have a family kind of bound. And I see this family bond as a mutual respect, or mutual care? I know how is it, because I treat some of my friends as adopted siblings.

Now you look at Crash and Cortex. Like, what they do all those 24 years the CB franchise exist? They fight each other. Every time Cortex tries to take over the world or just destroy Crash, and the last is always going to ruin his evil plans. Are they biologicaly related? No. Are their relstionship looks like "adopted family" model? Ugh, no?? I don't think that adopting someone to kill them later is how "father-son" relationship works.

Cortex is a mad scientist, a villain. What kind of people he keeps close to himself? Those who will be by his side. Those who gonna follow all of his orders and help him to conquer the planet.

Flashback tapes happened before Crash malfunctioned in Vortex. While then Cortex dreams about a bandicoot becoming his general. It was the most promising subject, so there is no wonders that he, after spending a lot of time and effort working with this bandicoot, began to treat it as his own child. BUT only while he thought that Crash is gonna be by his side, conquering the world for him.

Then whoops, Crash malfunctioned and escaped, thus becoming the nemesis of Cortex. And after all the mess he caused - do you think that Cortex still considers Crash as his son? I'm gonna believe he treats Tiny as his stupid, but still son. Or Dingodile. Or maybe even Riper Roo. But definetely not Crash. Cortex is easy on changing his opinion. Today he wants to kill you, then he is "oh no, those evil guys gonna destroy me! Crash, help!", and then "haha, evil again!". Considering all of this, I'm really unsure that any father feelings towards bandicoots are left in him.

Being a creator doesn't make Cortex a parent-role-person automatically. Like, back in time when there was a Willy Wombat concept, one of the story versions was about Cortex creating Carmen the Wombat to be his girlfriend (it was rejected becuse Cortex' character had no need for the love story). I'm saying this, meaning that creator is just a creator, and family bound is something to be BUILT, it doesn't just pops out when you put Australian critter in some evolving machine. I can tell Crash and Aku Aku are into "father-son" relationship. But not Crash and Cortex.

Crash Bandicoot was a property of different studios, and one of them literally depicted Crash and Cortex in wedding attire. So I can say this is canon too - because hey, it was made by the owning studio?

One game shows this, other one shows that. What is undeniable canon for Crash and Cortex - is them being enemies. And their family relationship, or their wedding - it's just a hints for the fans? And just because "father-son" thing appeared in the last game, it doesn't make it canon for all the series (for as we know, Crash 4 is only related to the trilogy, and games from WoC to MoM are kinda happening in another universe).

If you see Cortex and Crash as father and son, and if you don't like seeing them in romantic relationship - I respect your decision. You can just block crashtex tag, or even block me of you want. But I don't think this couple counts as incestuous/problematic, because they are:

a) not related

b) the only exact canon for them is being enemies; and things mentioned on the background may have different interpretation by the fans.

I'm not going to have war with this. I said all I think, and I don't consider crashtex problematic. If you strictly disagree, feel free to block/ignore me.

#crash bandicoot #neo cortex #crashtex #long post

[rawresparza]

It has been a crappy past few days, and I turn out to be not very good at being supported and/or comforted. But I suspect I'm not the only one. May I please prompt you to show us Rafael learning to be loved by Sonny? I bet it wasn't easy for him. Please and thank you?

HI, anon! I’m so sorry you’ve had a rough few days and I hope things have at least started to look up. I totally understand what you mean because I have a hard time in that regard, too, and sometimes I still struggle with it. I definitely agree Rafael would, as well. I hope this is at least a little bit along the lines of what you were thinking and if not, I hope it’s still okay. May the rest of your week be brighter

–

Rafael has had a grand total of approximately seven hours of sleep, forty-eight hours of a migraine, and zero hours of patience over the last three days and if anyone would bother to ask, he’d say he’s very much fed up with it.

Well, no, that’s not true at all. A number of people have asked, Sonny has asked him so many times he’d lost count, and he’d only responded with increasingly gruff versions of “I’m fine.” Sonny knows damn well he’s not fine, he hadn’t been fine when the defense had dropped a surprise fucking witness on this case and he hadn’t been fine when he’d popped prescription ibuprofen for the umpteenth time, even though it hardly ever works to get rid of the pounding in his head.

But he can’t slow down, he doesn’t know how, that’s not in his blood. Always keep moving, keep busy, that had been his philosophy as a kid because it’d meant maybe, just maybe, he could avoid a bad evening at home or a run-in with some older boy or another he’d mouthed off to that day. Either way, slowing down would mean risking getting caught in someone’s snare, and coming up with new excuses for his bruises for concerned teachers or the school nurse or even the ER doctors was never worth the trouble.

Upon deeper reflection, he supposes one could make the argument that at this point in his life, he’s really just running away from the very thing that could help him: taking a break, taking a breath, letting someone take care of him. He’s just not used to that and seven months into this relationship with Sonny, Rafael is a little concerned he never will be. Comforting other people has never been his forte and he’s even worse when it comes to being comforted but that’s why he’s never made any real effort to make friends. He’d had Eddie and Alex and even Yelina as a kid; but with friends like them, why would he dare pursue anything like that as an adult? Getting close to people had only ever led to getting hurt, in his experience.

Sonny had somehow managed to evade the walls he’d carefully built up around himself over the past couple decades, Rafael has no idea how he’d done it. A few invitations out to coffee then drinks then dinner, that absurd Staten Island accent murmuring sweet nothings in his ear, a kiss on a rooftop with a half-decent view of the Manhattan skyline, these are all things that had led Rafael down the path to his own demise; that is to say, he’d let himself fall in love. He doesn’t regret that, he could never regret that, but sometimes, Rafael feels like maybe he doesn’t deserve it.

This is one of those times.

With Buchanan and his piece of shit client looking all kinds of arrogant on the evening news, Rafael’s mood has taken a turn from bad to awful. He’d popped another two ibuprofen against the advice of his boyfriend–

“Did you finally hit up Fordham for your medical degree while I wasn’t looking?”

–and now he’s feeling especially petty because Sonny had been right, he shouldn’t have done it, especially not on an empty stomach. He’s had seven coffees and half a stale granola bar he’d found buried in his office desk drawer today. When Sonny had asked what Rafael wanted him to bring home for dinner, Rafael had lied and said he’d already eaten.

Why? He doesn’t know. Maybe he’s just always been a sucker for self-sabotage, old habits die hard. It’s easier to push people away than admit he could use the help.

He can feel Sonny watching him watch the news and it’s unnerving. His body betrays him, works against him, tenses up even though he doesn’t want to draw attention to the fact that he’s getting more and more irritated by the second, by virtue of the fact that Sonny is simply existing beside him. That isn’t fair, he knows that, but he also knows Sonny will earnestly try to offer any form of assistance possible and that’s the opposite of what Rafael wants. What he wants is to be left alone to wallow in his frustration, he wants Sonny to go back to his own damn apartment so he can get sufficiently buzzed off a few pours of the good scotch he saves for shittier days before hopefully getting another hour of sleep.

Instead, Sonny’s hand finds its way to the nape of his neck, fingertips playing with the ends of Rafael’s hair. It feels good. He’s not used to feeling good. Before Sonny, he’d barely remembered what it was like to feel at all. On better days, things between them are incredible, it’s like living in fantasy world compared to what Rafael’s previous, much more short-lived romances; but on days like this, he wishes he was still alone. At least he has the decency to feel bad about that, he supposes.

“You should turn that off,” Sonny says, tilting his head toward the TV screen. Rafael purses his lips, the lines at the corners of his eyes deepening, but Sonny doesn’t heed the warning. “And you should eat something. Carmen told me she only saw you guzzling coffee during recesses.”

“Carmen’s not my mother and neither are you,” Rafael says. He doesn’t bother to hide his bitterness but Sonny doesn’t even flinch. It’s a little infuriating.

“No, I’m your boyfriend,” Sonny says patiently. Sonny’s fingers travel up over Rafael’s hair, webbing out over his scalp and pulsing just slightly at just the right pressure points. It sends a shiver down Rafael’s spine and his eyes flutter shut as a relieved sigh escapes him. “I’m your boyfriend, and I love you, and I really wish you’d just let me do something to help you. Feed you, hold you, tell you nice things, whatever. Anything.”

Rafael slowly blinks his eyes back open, still reeling a bit from how much tension has already left his body just from one gentle massage. But it’s not the massage, it’s Sonny. Of course it’s Sonny, it’s always been Sonny. “Okay. Tell me something nice.” It’s conceding without conceding, he’s really just testing the waters, but he turns the TV off anyway and his heart flutters in his chest when he’s met with a pair of dimples.

“I got the recipe for your favorite dish from your ma.” Sonny hesitates, studying Rafael for a reaction. “She said she used to make it for you when– well, when things weren’t so good at home. I’m sure it won’t be as good as how she does it but…” He trails off when Rafael straightens up in his spot on the couch, shaking Sonny’s hand from his head. “I’m sorry, did I overstep?”

Rafael catches Sonny’s hand before he can pull it away, shaking his head, a look of awe taking over his expression. “You called my mom? You did that for me?”

“You’ve just been so stressed out,” Sonny says, lowering his eyes sheepishly. “This case has been rough, I know, but you’re barely sleeping and I’m sorry, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my life, but Raf, you seriously look like you might keel over any second. I just figured, if you won’t take care of yourself, I can do it for you until things get back to normal.”

Swallowing hard, Rafael considers Sonny’s words, turning them over in his mind, examining them piece by piece. It’s not a hard bargain Sonny’s driving, he suspects most people would be thrilled to have their significant others say something like that to them. It’s just that over the years, he’s developed a habit of being suspicious of those who extend kindness his way. He’s not proud of that but it is what it is.

Maybe it’s time he starts to unlearn that. Maybe it’s time he starts trusting Sonny not just with the good but with the bad and everything in between. It’s time he starts getting used to the idea Sonny isn’t going to run when things get hard

“It’s hard for me,” Rafael admits. “I’m not great at the whole asking for support thing.”

“No kidding,” Sonny teases, arching a brow.

Rafael’s smile reaches his eyes, genuine but brief before he takes on an air of sincerity again. “I want to be better at it. That might take time, but I want to let you in.”

“Well, lucky for you, I’m very patient when it comes to gorgeous, green-eyed ADAs. Especially ones with really short fuses.”

“You’re going to take a dig at me while I’m opening up to you?” Rafael asks, huffing with mock indignance. Even as he does, he settles in next to Sonny, lowering his cheek to his boyfriend’s shoulder and smiling against the soft fabric of a Fordham Law shirt while Sonny’s arm drapes over his shoulder.

“To be fair, I complimented you in the same breath, so those clearly cancel each other out.”

They laugh together and it’s like the air has cleared. The room feels different. Sonny kisses his hair, and Rafael doesn’t even consider pulling away. He’s found an anchor in Sonny, a happy place in Sonny’s arms. Somehow, he’d stumbled into this, having no idea what to expect. Rafael had never imagined he’d be this fortunate.

“By the way,” Sonny says, “I picked up some kung pao and fried rice for you at the Chinese place we like. I’ll heat it up for you if you want it.”

God, he loves this man. With every last part of himself, Rafael loves Sonny more than he’d thought he had the capacity to love someone. It surprises him, every single day, the ferocity with which he feels for this one person because he’s never felt that with anyone else before. Sometimes he cringes at himself for throwing the word “soulmate” around in his head because that’s not like him, that isn’t a concept he’s ever believed in, but Sonny has a way of making Rafael believe in the impossible.

Tomorrow, when he’s back in court, he’s sure he’ll be pissy and snappy and anyone who crosses his path will suffer his wrath; but at the end of the day, he’ll remember he has this. He has Sonny.

That makes it all worth it.

#barisi #rafael barba #sonny carisi #svu #prompt fill #writing #my stuff

[divineclecticism]

Interview #1: Liv

I took this idea from @urbanspellcraft and her interviews. Also thanks to Carmen from @magickalmenagerie for helping me out! I communicate mainly through feelings and visuals, and conversations like this are harder for me. I also want to point out that Carmen is the one who brought us together.

Anyway, here we go!

Me: So for the sake of the interview, what would you like to be called?

Liv: You can call me Liv. That name holds no power. If anybody is going to try to whisk me away, they'll need a lot more than just my name to do so.

Me: Alright and what are you? Race, I mean, so everyone else knows.

Liv: They call me a Gypsum Messiah. I am basically the culmination of all radiant and golden energies. My energies are alchemical in nature, I change everything around me to be stronger, higher in vibration. I am of similar lineage to ancient vampyres and marid djinn, but what we have going for us is a much longer and deeper storyline.

(I sort of just asked questions to Carmen so there wasn't TOO much back and forth for me, sorry!)

Me: How would you describe your personality?

Liv: I usually would not describe it. I’m acrid to some people. I’m very blunt, very honest. When people communicate with me, they usually get a truth they are not comfortable with, but I have always found the honest people to be the most attractive. I also don’t understand most of these barriers that modern humans have. My race…and those I have experienced in my existence – sexuality isn’t a question. Age doesn’t define. Gender? What even is a gender? To humans, I must be perplexing.

Me: I agree, us humans have a lot of weird labels that I don't think are necessary sometimes. So, what are you favorite offerings! Also, sorry I'm kind of bad at giving them!

Liv: -Honestly, this is going to sound pretentious of me, but insight is my favorite offering. I like seeing what your life is like. The games you play both literally and figuratively – they are so amusing. As far as items go? The items on earth are so interesting. I love gold and old relics, I love the things that grow on trees, and Cinnamon. There seems to be a season for cinnamon, but I think it should be more of a year-round thing.

Me: I can definitely do those! I have plenty of cinnamon. What are your favorite ways to communicate with me?

Liv: Through your frustration. You have these moments when you think you can escape the truth in a situation, and now you have an ever-lingering thought process screaming “no you don’t!” It is my favorite thing to do. I am a thoughts-based person, but the water scrying that is done on this plane is enchanting. Water is such an amazing medium for all things.

Me: (I made a comment about how we are DEFINITELY doing water scrying soon.) How long have you been with me, and how do you get along with the rest of my family?

Liv: I have been with you for a few Earth months now, though it feels like days. Your family has become my family even though a lot of them are more invested in the earthly things than I am. They talk a lot about boys and games and the foods you eat here, but I really love the art and the music. The rest of the family are very gracious and kind, but the golden demon girl seems to be a bit prone to waxing-poetic. She sits in the corner a lot contemplating. To get into her mind would be interesting. Not to mention the fluffy ones. They are always in a cupboard or on the stove and they don’t listen to reason. They cannot eat! Why do they linger?!

Me: (I couldn't help but laugh at her mention of the meebuls.) So what do you do within the family then? You're one of my main guides, but do you help with things like protection, etc?

Liv: -I guess you could say I’m an organizer. A hierophant. The one pouring over books in the corner at times. Other times I am consolidating their viewpoints and trying to share them with you in the most obvious way I know how. I do protect and guard you a lot, but generally there aren’t a lot of attackers in your midst. Usually I’m more concerned about boys, parents, and whoever that young one is with the eyeliner. They all seem to cause you distress without you letting on about it. I also worry about your hydration levels, but I cannot possess you and make you imbibe, something I regret to admit.

If I had to cut it down to a simpler statement- All of us have something to say, but I’m the one taking notes. So I slip into dreams, subconscious, and the things that pop up on your computing device and try to relay this information to you. It’s important that you understand that you are important. People are mean to you because they are scared of how important you could be.

Me: hey! I have drank two bottles of water over the course of the last couple hours!

Liv: Don’t think that was up to chance, gorgeous. The elves had a lot to do with that this week.

Me: (This just got really deep!) What attracted you to working with humans, and me specifically?

Liv: Humans have three things that other entities on other planes do not possess or at least not to the degree that humans do. These three things are Faith, Pride, and Hope. The faith keeps the wretched clinging on for dear life, even when other races would give up and move on. The pride makes warriors where you would otherwise have beggars, fools, and whiners. It also creates problems that other planes have as well. The Hope is the special one, because people on most of these other planes don’t have hope. They see what is in front of them. They know it for what it is, what it can be, what it will be. They don’t see the matrix of opportunities. They know. Hope is something that is based on the shadows, based on what you cannot see, what you cannot know. That is why hope is the most magical thing on this plane. Hope is the most alchemical and metaphysical construct this plane has to offer and it is completely undermined by all of your media and all of your popular culture. I chose you in particular because, as the moon trump, the path of qoph, and as a person who chose to incarnate into a truly important role – you embody these. You shy from pride, you also shy from hope while being dangerously in love with the concept, and your faith is buried, but strong as an ox. You are an emerald (diamonds are too simple) that is bound to shine and draw magic to it like gravity, but you don’t understand your pull yet or how to use it. An un-trained powerhouse of a person is the most impressive, because they have the most room to grow. They have not drawn the true limits on themselves yet. I am thrilled to see where you go and I hope it is somewhere that will bring you elation, and the healing to the world that you have within you.

Me: What was your first impression of me, and how has it changed, if at all?

Liv: A warrior princess who bedazzled her bow and has yet to use it, but shows it to each and every man she meets. Some women too. You have an intrinsic ability to use it, and to always hit your target, but you convince yourself that it is a prop. To the second question. Yes, that impression has changed. You are still afraid to take the shot, but you are starting to learn your gifts as a warrior, as a mother, a maiden, a wise-woman. You are straddling that line between being too aware and being blinded. You have all the wisdom of generations of crones and mothers within you, and there’s a lot of people who need your nurturing. You’re turning down the wind-chill. As Nait said (in the background) “She went from icey to nicey.” Take that as you will.

Me: (Again, laughing at one of my sassy Pandora Elves) Alright, last question! What are your favorite pass times or hobbies that you join me in? And do you have any last input or advice?

Liv: I’m entertained by most things you do. First of all, I’m quite amused that you have tall pictures of strangers in poses on your wall, so the fact that those are part of your culture is pretty interesting. I also like how you kill dolls with other dolls on the computing device. Also how many people can come around from all over the world to fight the bigger, more menacing dolls (they look like weaker versions of bane wyverns if I’m honest with you, Kaitlyn) with their dolls, and they spend dollars on their dolls. The doll business is booming it would seem. I love watching how involved you all get. The video calls where you see each other from oceans away is interesting too. I get to hear a lot of different accents, slang, and jokes. Your life is very interesting to bore you so. Your mother is also quite interesting to watch. Your outings are my favorite part, because I get to really see what you are afraid of and excited about.

My main advice to you, my dear, would be to live like an evening primrose. Bloom when you are ready, not when others tell you to. That primrose can be healing when taken the right way, or a little bit bad for you. That metaphor being – don’t go giving your medicine to anyone. Give it to those who need it. Take your vitamins. Love your mother. Drink water. Dress up like you are going somewhere on those days when you aren’t, and switch to the brighter lightbulbs. Nait has told me they are better for your skin. I don’t know if that is true, but those pictures you take are so dimly lit, I cannot say for sure.

That's it! I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did- Liv is a huge part of my life, and I adore her immensely.

#spirit #spirit work #spirit communication