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#this is why i always tell people that hurricanes do not bring a lot of rain to us
aceofpatience · 8 months
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🌟Your Next Significant One -> Pick-a-Pile reading🌟
I'm looking into both your and their energy, your first impressions of each other as well as the relationship itself.🤍 It's VERY specific. And kina long. Heh.💀 Tell if anything resonated! Take a deep breath, meditate and dive right into your reading! Shall we SEA?🐚
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PILE 1 -> Lapis lazuli
Energy of pile 1: Hurricane. You managed win despite everything. You overcome any difficulties thanks to your own inner strength and healing energy. I’m thinking that others may have given up on you or at least didn’t truly believe that you would succeed on your own. They might have show support but only after you won in this situation, did they feel actual respect for you. You are or you soon will be in the position of power. You have the ability to help others, but your biggest strength is how you can soothe yourself in any circumstances. It’s like you have your own inner healer/therapist, ha.
Energy of your person: You knew they were the one the moment you saw them. It’s like you’re connected by some spiritual link. There is no other option for you. You will just know. They may be hurting even if they don’t acknowledge that - it’s like they’re constantly in a hurry, always busy with something. A bit of a workaholic maybe? I think they might not even know what exactly they are lacking in life, so that’s why they are always chasing (after another win). Somebody hurt them in the past (I’m getting the vibe of a childhood friend), yet they still decide to put their trust in people. So loyal. And very down to earth. They are rational - there is a lot of on their mind all the time. Also they may have a loud inner child, who needs some attention.
Who are they -> Work/study/responsibilities: I think it’s something sport-related. For sure it’s providing them with some public recognition or prestige. More so than the material gains, it brings them satisfaction. They want to show the world how strong and capable they are. Sometimes it’s like they are their own harshest critic, aiming to prove themselves to the world.
Goals: They want to show their victory was the result of their own hard work, not just a fluke. They wish for a sense of security that they cannot really find in their work/study-related environment - it’s like they cannot rest, they must keep fighting all over again in order to prove something, maybe their own capability or resilience.
Looks: Ravenclaw vibe. People might see them as a bit of a robot, but they just prefer to keep their distance from others. Strong features (nose, chin, jaw, cheek bones), yet very subtle facial expressions at the same time. It might be difficult to decipher what they’re thinking based on their body language. Their hands are important - maybe you will pay special attention to them. Rigid figure, always keeping their back straight (I’m feeling that what’s they were taught to do in youth). They have this natural pride about them (seen also in their posture), that some might mistake for arrogance, but it’s just them and how they carry themself.
Meeting -> Your POV: "Another love". You may meet them at a time when somebody extends an offer to you, some kind of helping hand. This will result in you gaining new independence (either financial or outside of your parents’ influence). It will be a time of new prosperity and abundance for you.
Their POV: They are ready to give their heart to you right away. You will meet at a moment, when they are discovering that their previous relationship (platonic or romantic) was kind of toxic - definitely not serving them, it doesn’t seem like they got any support in it. Now they want to move on, even if their heart is still healing. But what I can say for sure is that, it quickly becomes yours.
Romance -> How you see them: At first a bit like a sad robot (but a sexy one lol). They seem intimidating, closed off, cold and calculating; you might be a bit hesitant to talk to them. They appear to be very strict (maybe it will happen in a work environment or sth official). Because of how quickly you will feel this attraction and the feeling of vulnerability it brings, you will be afraid of them hurting you. However it’s certain there won’t be any problems in the „professional” sphere - you may make a good team. Only you can see through their armor, and discover the hidden warmth and a kind of a childlike innocence to them. This unseen side of them is what is intuitively pulling you towards them, in spite of other people’s reservations about this connection. But their true feelings are obvious, you see them beyond the walls that they’ve build.
How they see you: They like a moth that is enchanted by your light. Your harmony and  stability (and for some also self-confidence). You for sure don’t pretend who you are, and they love it. You’re kindred spirits - you are the definition of a family for them.
Relationship -> White bull (it might be your symbol idk). Also the number 3. The Cupid arrow. Your feelings are evolving quickly, there is no control over them. You change their worldview - and maybe they change yours. Since the first conversation it’s over - you know they are the one for you and vice versa. The strength of you bond might frighten you for a minute, but it will eventually lead you to your greatest victory. You both are perfectly balanced together and I think your inner children will understand each other greatly (trauma bonding hue hue). And one of you will be great at dirty talk or just super smooth.
PILE 2 -> Green Aventurine
Energy of pile 2: You are trying to find yourselves - either by trying out new hobbies and activities or by constantly seeking change. You are mastering your abilities, honing them to perfection. You might have a lot of different talents, and I have a feeling that no matter what you touch it somehow always ends in success. You lucky bastards heh. For some of you - you might have left your family house behind or cut contact with your relatives, but I’m feeling you will eventually reconnect with them. You give off strong fire and air placement energy. Or those signs might be important to you in some way.
Energy of your person: Consciously or not, they feel responsible for others. This constantly evolving energy of yours is what’s really alluring to them. They themself have a sort of fluid energy, experiencing transformations of their own. But despite all that, they are quite stable and somebody that people can rely on. All their changes might be mostly superficial, like changing up their appearance or style from time to time. They might have a tendency to mirror those around them, but inside they remain the same. Grounded, Earth placement energy. Also BIG romantic vibes off of them, but I will elaborate on this later. For some of you, you might have known them before, but haven’t thought of this person in years before this meeting. And all the memories attached to them suddenly resurfaced.
Who are they -> Work/education: Rather stable line of work, that has a lot to do with them sitting by the desk. It’s a routine, but a rather pleasing one. They work or study alone, maybe sth with a computer. It might not be something they dreamed of spending a majority of their time doing, but it keeps the „money” coming lol. It’s just something that they recognize as a normal responsibility for themself. They can’t really see any other options, so for now it’s the most suitable alternative for them.
Goals: They wish to have more time for themselves, so that they could finally focus on all the small everyday pleasures - ones that usually had to stay in the background. They  truly yearn for a true romantic love, but deep inside they might fear they will never find it.
Looks: Really pretty/handsome overall. They take good care of themselves, both in term of health and looks. So they may have a daily skin-care routine. PEARLS. This is either an important symbol for them, or it can mean that they like to wear jewelry, have some significant tattoos or wear makeup? I feel they might often change their appearance, for example by dying their hair or mixing up their outfits. For some of you, and take it as it resonates, they might wear a green scarf or some other piece of clothing in that clothing lol. And their shoulders are hot.
Meeting -> Your POV: „Devil Doesn’t Bargain". A lot is going to be happening in your life at the moment  of your meeting. You may have just ended a relationship of your own but idk. You are trying to get out of some situation you don’t like. It’s not even necessary a bad or a difficult situation, but one that you intuitively feel isn’t right for you (work/love/study idk). For some of you it might entail some sort of sacrifice, that you may „use” people around you to get your way? But it sounds more dire than it will actually be lol. I also see that during this transition period, you again will be perfecting some skill. You chose to leave behind that former stagnant situation, and on your way out you completely destroyed the status quo. Maybe it was some kind of a group project, that might have ended in conflict. Bottom line is, you will be pretty occupied with all that „drama”, you won’t really be looking for any romance at the moment. So at first, you won’t recognize THAT person as someone significant to you.
Their POV: „Cardigan”!! They will be lonely. Very much so, but out of their own choosing - they are waiting for love, for the right person. Maybe it will be work that brings you two together, teamwork maybe? Or you both will be leaving your studies/job environments at a similar time when you meet.
Romance -> How you see them: At first you might see them as a rival, a competition to your authority in the group. I have a feeling you like to be in the centre, therefore this person stealing your spotlight might unconsciously trigger you. You may have seen some quality in them, that you yourself wished you had. But this irritation will last only for a short moment. You will quickly realize that you both can benefit out of having a good professional relationship with each other and them quickly discover that you actually make a good team. Then comes the chemistry of course, and the rest you can probably figure out, heh.
How they see you: Instant attraction, they feel something pulling them towards you. It like they recognize an old friend in you, someone familiar. They admire you, seriously. There are no slimy intentions on their part, they genuinely respect your position in the group, as well as YOU yourself. They are givers, they just wish to show you how devoted they are to you. And they might commit quite quickly to this relationship. Before they were looking for a place to belong and with you they finally feel like they found it. Seriously, they are really sweet. They are putting your connection first and foremost. They are probably not very vocal about that, but the feelings are very much real and intense xd.
Relationship -> 22. Intimacy. At first you might be hiding that you two are a couple, so maybe some workplace romance?I also feel that before making things „official” you two might fantasize about each other a LOT. But you will get together pretty quickly. The attraction and sexual tension is HIGHH. I feel that you guys might change up who the „dominant” party is often, as in interchanging who leads the other. You will encourage and inspire each other equally, true power couple vibes (world domination!!). When one of you experiences change, the other is able to keep up with them. Some of your friends might view your relationship as slightly „toxic” or „codependent”, but it’s only because you are stronger and more powerful together than you are by yourselves. You both have this kind of wildness in your hearts, full of ambition and hunger - one that you acknowledge, accept and love about each other.
PILE 3 -> Tiger Eye
Energy of pile 3: Hats. You have ambition and energy that is hard to focus or direct in one particular way. You are a family person, I think you might have a lot of relatives - and you can rely on them. For some of you, I see some kind of heritage coming into your surroundings. It looks like your life is put together pretty well, you have things that occupy your time(your work/studies/passion projects) and you seem to always expect quite a lot form yourselves. You may be feeling overworked, but there is still something bright and joyful about your energy. There might be something charming about your attitude, that makes people enjoy being in your presence. I have a strong feeling that you got some  really special quirks (for some of you, I repeat: collecting hats!), but people around you might perceive it as something cute or funny. (Little they know how deep your weirdness goes). I’m getting the earth and fire energy (Aries or Sagittarius). Othala rune.
Energy of your person: It’s giving strong female vibes - the energy of creation, fluidity - you can never tell what is underneath. Artistic soul (music or sketching, but signing also may be significant here). I’m getting an Ophelia vibe - but without all the tragedy lol. They have a lot of possibilities before them. They are true dreamers and heave a strong, spiritual personality. They might seem less organized than you, they don’t really do plans, but still - everything is going smoothly for them.  It’s like someone is watching over their chaotic asses lol. The energy of cats - your person is  a very independent and unconventional creature, that’s why others may either love or hate them. For some of you: the sakura blossom flower may be their signature scent or symbol (a tattoo probably?). Algiz and laguz rune.
Who are they -> Work/study/anything more official: „Go your own way”. I think they are starting a new project or something like that. And they know they will succeed - their confidence may be slightly excessive given the situation, but still. They’re right. They are just great. Maybe singing is their hobby and something they’re pursuing.
Goals: They would like to be more rational, more down to earth (I think it’s something they are always repeating as their new year resolutions, while holding their new journal or calendar. Spoiler: it never works out, heh).
Looks: Longer hair, strong eyebrows. Something about them seems untamed and wild - for example hair, pointy ears or longer canines). Powerful, enchanting voice or laugh. For some of you: icy shades of hair or, on the contrary, burning fire red.
Meeting -> Your POV: You might find yourself in the situation in which your hobby, quirks will be in the foreground (…The second-hand shop with hats?? Just thing about it…) When you get to meet your person, you will be far from home, your family and friends - new town, moving houses or simply a vacation? It will be your me-time, for sure. You both will meet either by some dating app or your mutual colleagues will set you up for some kind of a blind date. I feel you will have many options in the realm of dating, and your person will be one of them - but from the very second you know them, everyone else will fade in comparison.
Their POV: „Sky Full Of Songs”. They didn’t look for a relationship (like I said, they don’t often do planning of any kind and just go with the flow). But the moment they meet you, they will just have to know you and „win” you. Claim you. (And one of you will give the other sunflowers). Your first (blind?) date will be just perfect. You don’t have to fear there being any awkwardness or uncomfortable silence. You will just get along. A lot of talking, laughing and shared heated glances - that’s what I see for you, pile numer 3. Falling in love.
Romance -> How you will see them: You will see a confident, strong, ethereal person. Beautiful in unconventional way - seductive like a nymph or some demigod. But there won’t be anything intimidating about them, you will connect easily. They just have this inner warmth, which you will adore. They will be funny and full of life (energy of a bubbly sunshine, I would say). You two won’t be able to stop talking. You will be attracted so much to their natural way of being.
How they see you: They will find your strength irresistible. It’s like you are the shoulder they can rest on their head on. A very sexy shoulder. Hah. You give them a sense of security and a safe space - they know you would never judge them. They won’t waste any time and will give you their heart in no time. Also they intuitively notice all the „wounded” parts of you that you keep hidden from most, and will love and cherish them. I think they are going to admire your more strict and rational side of personality. (Yes, big sir energy lol). And your quirks? They’re gonna see them as important and will love them as much as you do.
Relationship -> Everything just great, nothing to add. Your energies are made for each other. Communication is your shit, you rule at this. The chemistry? Wow, dude. High af.
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tobiasdrake · 25 days
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One down, two to find. Let's see what else we can poke.
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...that....
...that feels like an awfully big thing to ask of me. I don't know if I'm ready for that kind of a commitment.
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I am so intimidated by this pretty flower right now. Um? UMMMM!?
HERE TEAM LEADER YOU ARE AN AWESOME TEAM LEADER PLEASE TAKE THIS AWAY FROM ME AND DON'T READ ANYTHING INTO THIS.
I AM NOT QUALIFIED TO TAKE ON SUCH A HEAVY RESPONSIBILITY AS THIS.
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GREAT. DO THAT. AND LET US NEVER SPEAK OF THIS AGAIN GOODBYE.
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Felt tho.
This sign perfectly encapsulates my feelings for the intense Flower Mission I just had to undergo.
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There they are. Hey there, Bon-bon, what's on your mind?
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Whoa! Hostile. Guess you're not holding up so well, huh?
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Yep, that explains the dourness.
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Look, Bonnie, I'm not going to give you some platitudes about embracing Change even when it hurts or whatever. That's Mira's job. I think. I still don't fully understand the particular creeds of our religion.
What I am going to tell you is that you aren't wrong for feeling it. These feelings you're experiencing are entirely valid. I want you to open yourself up and let yourself process them.
Carry them with you. And then, tomorrow, I want you to take those feelings and turn them into violence. I'm not going to tell you that it will be okay. I'm going to tell you that the hurricane of violence we unleash tomorrow is how we make it okay.
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This is a child terrified for an imperiled loved one. I don't know why I even asked. They obviously have only one thing on their mind right now.
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Yep. Hostile. Okay, so my takeaway from this conversation is that Bonnie is going through a lot and seems nice enough to the people they like, but absolutely hates my guts for some reason.
Okay, one left. That just leaves the Favor Tree.
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HEY THERE BIZZA-ZISS... Busy....
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Hey Isa, how's your favor coming along?
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If you can't think of a favor to ask, you could ask it for some kind of imprint of the tree itself that you can take with you. Then you'll always be able to remember how cool it is.
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OOH OOH, I should ask the Favor Tree for little statuettes of my face that I can hand out to people. Same reason.
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Oh. It doesn't grant wishes or anything? That's disappointing.
Hold on, let me jot this down in my Pocket Notes. "Followers of Change pray to large nearby flora instead of their deity." Got it. I am suddenly much less enthused about the Favor Tree.
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Sure, that passes muster. Cool. Cool-cool-cool.
Honestly, I've heard worse superstitions. Even if it doesn't work, offering prayers to a nearby tree is pretty harmless. I'm not going to be mean about it.
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Honestly, you should. Your whole aesthetic is working for you. I particularly like the way your earrings hang down low enough to reach the rise of your turtleneck collar to create the impression of a smooth continuation.
The matching nail polish helps, too. I realize we're very limited in our available color palettes but you've got just the right amount of contrast to bring the whole look together. I think you're going to go far.
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Oh, we have a habit of doing this? Cool, that makes me feel much more comfortable with it. Don't know why Croc Lady made a fuss if Isa and I are already used to being bunkmates. Maybe she's weirded out by platonic male intimacy.
Hang on a second, let me jot that down on her Pocket Note.
"Possibly Toxic???"
There we go. All set.
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0-solshroom-0 · 2 years
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Musical Theatre Moments I think about a lot
Fra Fee as Will in The Clockmakers Daughter hitting that high note in Fear & Whispers
The lyrics “Why me, what’s your plan? I can’t help her, no one can. I liked my memories as they were but now I’ll leave remembering her.” from the song Why God Why in Miss Saigon, but specifically when it’s Alastair Brammer
The reprise of Do You Hear The People Sing at the end of Les Mis. The fade in gives me full body chills every single time.
Not to bring up The Clockmakers Daughter again, but when Will says “I’ll be waiting.” at the end I cry a little.
THE END OF WAIT FOR ME FROM HADESTOWN UGH WITH THE LIGHTING AND EVERYTHING ITS SO GOOD
When I saw Hamilton during Hurricane they were throwing chairs and shit and then all at once everyone caught the chairs and some people were up on the walk thing and so the chairs were dangling and looked like they were floating, and I have never stopped thinking about that.
seeing Wicked was a big moment for me, but specifically As Long As Your Mine. That’s a core memory guys.
Anatole singing “All I care for is gaiety and women and there’s no dishonor in that.” in Natasha, Pierre, and The Great Comet of 1812 lives in my head rent free in my mind
We Raise Our Cups from Hadestown. That’s it. Just the whole song.
In Les Mis when they spin the barricade and Enjolras is dead on the other side. I just… I cant talk about it.
Dolokovs little “A letter which I composed” again from Natasha Pierre and The Great Comet of 1812.
AARON TVEIT AS FIERRO IN WICKED. I KNOW THATS NOT A MOMENT BUT EVERY MOMENT IS IN MY MIND ALWAYS.
This is actually from the Les Mis 2012 movie but when Marius threatens to blow up the barricade and Combeferre says “My life is not yours to risk Marius!” actually just combeferre in the movie as a whole Killian Donnelly slayed that role he ate and left no crumbs.
Luke’s section in The Last Day of Summer in The Lightning Thief. Y’all know the one. The mini reprise of Good Kid ugh im already a Luke sympathizer (mostly) and y’all hit me with that.
In Heart Of Stone from Six when Jane is singing the king notes and everyone’s singing behind her again another moment that gives me full body chills
the entirety of When I Grow Up from Matilda
AARON TVEIT SINGING BOTH EL TANGO DE ROXANNE AND CRAZY ROLLING IN MOULIN ROUGE
Just Aaron Tveit in general is on my mind most of the time
In Natasha Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812 when Anatole is singing his Letter and everyone is just singing “a love letter” in the background it’s my favorite. That and everyone harmonizing when he sings “Natalie Natalie Natalie.”
THE HARMONIES IN OPENING UP FROM WAITRESS
The harmony in Your Song from Moulin Rouge
Not to be basic but when they sing “the orphanage” in Who Live Who Dies Who Tells Your Story from Hamilton, that’s yet again one that gives me chills
IM EDITING THIS POST TO ADD THIS I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT BUT IN EMPTY CHAIRS AND EMPTY TABLES WHEN LES AMIS WALK BACK ON STAGE AND BLOW OUT THE CANDLES LEFT FOR THEM IN TURNING UGH ITS SUCH A POWERFUL MOMENT
there’s so many more but this list is already so long
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chessalein · 4 months
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Another random thought about Jackie, Nori and the chaos crew
Please... please imagen the following. I'm dying of this thought.
So:
Jackie, Nori and Mamá are standing in the kitchen and chat.
The chaos crew said they would cook today because of a reason I can't think of. Anyway, Jackie and Nori are cooking right now, making salat while Mamá stands around, sipping her coffee while music is running over the speaker that are scattered around the house. Its A mix of everyones music so there are a LOT of genre.
After a while, "Encanto" music starts playing and Mamá is like:
"Oh, that was the cute film with the people with the magic powers. I liked that wall guy. What was his name? Bruno."
Nori looking serious at her. Saying: We don't talk about bruno"
To activate the song, emotionless.
"We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no! We don't talk about Bruno... "
Jackie and Nori start to dance and lipsync to the song perfectly as Felix and Pepa. Singing their verses to Mamá who just stands there and shakes her head with a smile.
"but!
It was my wedding day It was our wedding day We were getting ready, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky No clouds allowed in the sky
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin- Thunder! You telling this story, or am I? I'm sorry, mi vida, go on
Bruno says, "It looks like rain" Why did he tell us? In doing so, he floods my brain Abuela, get the umbrellas Married in a hurricane What a joyous day... but anyway
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no! We don't talk about Bruno!"
"You two spent too much time together. Why don't you finally get to-"
From the back of the kitchen island appears Valerie out of thin air.
"Hey! Grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling I could always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling I associate him with the sound of falling sand, ch-ch-ch"
While doing so, she salts the food!
"It's a heavy lift, with a gift so humbling Always left Abuela and the family fumbling Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand Do you understand?"
Now Mamá is like "What the heck" but still smiling while she watches Val doing her part.
But then Vincent comes in from the next room:
"A seven-foot frame Rats along his back When he calls your name It all fades to black Yeah, he sees your dreams And feasts on your screams"
Together they stand in front of Mamá now:
"We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no! (We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no!) We don't talk about Bruno"
While they do a random taking role with the fish and so on part, mama walks out. Declaring that she has no idea what she landed in.
THEN SUDDENLY!
Kerry stopping her as she wanted to go to the livingroom:
"He told me that the life of my dreams would be promised, and someday be mine He told me that my power would grow, like the grapes that thrive on the vine"
Valerie walking past them, reaching for something that isn't there:
"He told me that the man of my dreams would be just out of reach Betrothed to another It's like I hear him now"
Kerry now looking bitchi at Mamá: Hey sis', I want not a sound out of you!
(Val in the Background) it's like I can hear him now I can hear him now.
Now all of them are dancing around the table they are setting and bringing the ready food to while singing the last part together.
Mamá is sitting on the couch, watching them like:
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"I shouldn't have talked about Bruno..."
I was standing at the bus station when the song came on my phone and this scenario in my head. It was a BLAST.
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newtonsheffield · 1 year
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sending this a little early because i always forget to on sunday but can we get something spicy from the like a hurricane verse? maybe kate decides to return the favor and get on her knees for anthony?
Ahhh Kate, we talk a lot about how hurricane Anthony is an unhinged slut for Kate but she's just as unhinged as he is.
Kate could feel it burning in her chest. She'd felt it from the minute she'd stood in Anthony's dressing room tonight, watching him slip out of the clothes he'd arrived in, slipping into the shirt she'd pulled from her own closet and torn in half, torn off the sleeves until his abdominal muscles were on show and his biceps bulged.
She hadn't ever thought of herself as a possessive person. But she hadn't been dating one of the most famous people in the world then, she supposed. It was everywhere, she couldn't even go on instagram without seeing a photo from one of the thousand fan accounts dedicated to him. And it would have been unnerving, the fact that Anthony could jump off the stage this very second and find fifteen people willing to go home with him. But there was something so absolutely sure about Anthony. There'd never been a moment's doubt in his affection from the moment he'd stood on that stage and shouted that he loved her. But something in her still burned to mark him.
She'd found herself in a tattoo parlour the day after they'd gotten together shaking her head
"You're fucking insane."
Anthony had clicked his tongue, his hands tucked into the back pockets of her jeans, walking her forward "It's kind of hot though right? That I'm absolutely balls out for you."
"It is a little hot."
"Jack! Mate!" Anthony had called out a little smuggly, "Got a job for you!"
Jack had rolled his eyes, "Don't you always?"
"My girl here got a little hungry last night and took a bite out of me-"
"Gross." Kate had muttered though her chin had tilted a little proudly.
"-And I'm looking to immortalise it."
She watched as Jack had shaken his head wiping down his table. "Alright get over here."
"Oh Wait! She also wants to tattoo me! You cool if she gives me a little corgi?"
"Jesus, why fucking not?"
It was right there, right at the base of his neck where her teeth had bitten into him in surprise when she'd fallen apart for the third time in quick succession. And it was inked on his skin forever. And everything about it, everything about Anthony made her burn for him. Everything about the fact that thousands of people screamed his name and his new title as sexiest man alive, and the fact that thousands of people wanted what was hers made her want him even more.
"Do I not look fucking good tonight?!" Anthony's voice boomed over the crowd.
"He's so fucking stupid."
"Don't act like this doesn't turn you on just a little." Sophie rolled her eyes from her spot beside Kate.
"It does, it actually really does."
"Should we bring my girl out for this last song?!"
The crowd roared its approval as Anthony turned towards her, "Kate! Come on out Babe!"
Kate sighed standing from her seat.
"Just remember, when you go out: Anthony's mic is live. No more telling him you'll let him motorboat you." Violet said dryly.
"Yes, I'm still scarred from that." Hyacinth snipped.
Kate rolled her eyes and walked out into the bright lights as people screamed but she could only see Anthony grinning at her, crouching down.
"Let's give her the best seat in the house!" He hauled her onto his shoulders and let her fingers twist in his hair and the entire time he sang she burned.
The minute Anthony close the door on his dressing room Kate pounced on him.
She let her hands close around his shirt, tugging him down to meet her lips claiming his possessively. A sharp moan fell from Anthony's chest as he relaxed against her, letting his body press hers into the door that had shut seconds before. Their lips were moving roughly together teeth nipping, tongues tangling filthily as Anthony's hips started to grind against hers, the weight of his body warm and familiar against hers.
Anthony's hands started to slide up her legs, nudging them apart and almost everything in her wanted to let him but that wasn't what she'd wanted when she'd tugged him inside. What she wanted was to see him helpless against the pleasure she was giving to him. To hear Anthony gasp her name and writhe against her.
Kate pushed back on his shoulders chuckling as Anthony let out a whine, his lower lip pouting. "But I know you aren't wearing knickers."
Kate clicked her tongue flicking her hair over her shoulder "I know but that's not what I want."
Anthony wiggled his eyebrows, sticking his tongue out. "Oh Yes, please."
Kate shook her head again, pushing on his shoulders until he was sat on the sofa in the corner.
"Oooo cowgirl hey? Love that for me."
Kate rolled her eyes, letting herself straddle him, something flickering possessively in her chest as his hands settled on her arse encouraging her hips against him.
Kate felt her own moan building in her chest as her lips fell to his neck, nipping at the tattooed mark she'd left there.
"I don't want that either."
Anthony's moan hummed through his chest as she let her lips trailed down his chest until she slid off his lap kneeling in front of him.
"Oh fuck."
Anthony's head fell backwards as her fingernails scratched at the the skin just above his waistband popping the button free.
"You looked fucking hot tonight."
Anthony's shoulders were already heaving and she hadn't even touched him yet and something powerful settled over her as she ducked her head.
Jesus fuck!
It fell from Anthony's mouth at the same time a moan fell from her chest at the taste of him on her tongue. Anthony was already writhing underneath her, his skin shivering as her fingernails scratched against his thighs and everything seemed to narrow to this point. Just the two of them. Anthony's hands had tangled in her hair, gently sweeping in back, holding it for her as she moved over him gently. Caring for her even now, even in this.
The gasps and moans falling from his lips seemed to be thickening the air around them, tension rippling around them as her name fell from Anthony's chest like a tortured moan again and again tugging her forward, drawing her in.
"Kate, please. Oh God! Fuck! Babe! Fuck you look incredible like that! Fuck I love you. Kate- Babe I'm gonna- Fuck!
Kate!
Her name roared through the dressing room as warmth flooded her mouth and his entire body shuddered under her hands.
"Holy fuck." Anthony tugged her to her feet dragging her lips back to his, kissing the end of her nose lightly as he pulled back. "I'm so in love with you."
"I know, I'm pretty great." Kate said a little smugly, tossing her hair.
"You. Are. Getting. Head." Anthony groaned, rolling them as his lips found her neck, tugging her shirt down.
"Kate! Stop making Anthony make those noises the car's here!" Sophie's tired voice called out.
"Car head it is then!" Anthony growled, throwing Kate over his shoulder, crossing the room in three quick strides throwing the door open.
"Soph! So sorry to keep you waiting! Off we pop!"
"useless!" Sophie hissed at Kate who was smiling apologetically at Sophie as Anthony walked forward, still dangling of his shoulder like a sack of flour.
"Sorry!"
"No you aren't!"
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theladyelara · 6 months
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Death Note 'Hurricane' Remixed
Welcome! Second installment of 'reworking' the English death note musical songs with taking nods from the Japanese versions.
We're leaving the melody and instrumentation unchanged, all we're doing is trying out new lyrics.
Last time we did L's song, let's see how Light does today >:)
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I love Hurricane English, but the Japanese Hurricane gives Light so much more sympathy, and imo makes the point better and clearer that Light at least professes to wanting to save the world. He does things out of a…humanitarian drive, or at least that’s what he tells himself. The Japanese is able to carry this over from Where is the Justice, better than the English. You'll see a lot of the edits go towards making this point.
Did I hear correctly? Did it really happen? Was it simply done by writing down his name? Killing indirectly Anyone I choose to It’s so easy now my hand’s already stained
First edits come here, as Light in the English sung part never actually acknowledges that he’s a murderer now. (He canonically goes from ‘ah murder’ to ‘I am a God’ very quickly, but it’s nice to at least have him balk a tiny tiny bit first). My lines try to be ambiguous and emphasize the duality of Light’s “morals”, the line ‘it’s so easy now my hand’s already stained’ could be read as ‘killing someone with this thing was so easy, I can’t believe I am already a murderer’ coded with horror. OR ‘I am already a murderer, so killing people is so easy now’ sung with relish. 
These 'either or' readings will be a staple of the edits, as it leaves things open to interpretation on a spectrum of morality, just as I believe the show as a whole strives to.
Could this be the hour? Unimagined power Can I throw a thing like this away?
Again the minor edit here serves to give Light more sympathy and at least gesture towards the idea of horror at a literal murder notebook. The lost line 'ready to devour who I say' immediately throws Light into evil villain territory, and here we want to let him dance upon that line a little longer. You could read the ‘can’ as Light questioning whether he has the personal strength to reject this power, as if knowing rejection is the right thing to do. Or you can read it as Light questioning why anyone would ever throw away such power as if it is the responsibility of one with a murder notebook to cleanse the world.
This rotten world Is fading fast Still waiting for a hurricane
We lose the hook ‘the hardest rains, the coldest winds’, which always felt rather weak (thematically) to me anyway. We’ll repurpose ‘this rotten world’ from manga lines, which helps reinforce that Light says he has good intentions. At this point also, Light has not made a decision, and he speaks of the world as a third party observer, watching it fall to ruin. 
If what I do Brings change at last Can I stay?
Again we get to see Light questioning and reasoning, which helps justify him and his batshit god-complex to the audience. With ‘can I stay’, I mostly mean ‘can I stay my hand’. This moment of questioning and reasoning helps further humanize Light, bringing him closer to the emotions rather than a metaphysical observation on ‘the human stains and all their sins’, though we lose some of that religious imagery. 
A righteous flood Will clear the sky Once they feel the power of the hurricane
Because we lost the ‘rains and winds’ imagery of the hurricane, I bring back the flood, which also refers to Noah’s flood that wiped out evil humanity in the Bible. As before, this is chorus one, so Light does not personally identify with the hurricane or flood—yet. 
Finally a chance to Find a little justice I’ll do what I need to with a lowly pen
This is Light accepting the death note, accepting that he is justice. The minor edit gives him more agency in making the turn, and he tries to give himself a little justification in, ‘I do what I need to’. The ‘lowly pen’ is a play on the phrase: the pen is mightier than the sword.
This is what I’m meant for Give my all to guard it Once you have begun you write it to the end
Again, same sentiment as before, minor edits to bring Light closer to the emotions and allow him to justify himself a bit.
Security and safety No one to replace me No poor judges now to block the way
Emblematic of the shift in tone/focus of English to Japanese, the English gives Light almost nothing to hedge, and has him go full megalomaniac. ‘Elegant solution, flawless execution, righteous retribution on the way’ the focus is on Light’s god-complex and arrogance. The Japanese focuses much more on his self-delusion and inner sense of justice. Edited line ‘no one to replace me’ is meant to bring out the feeling that Light is the only one who could do this, hinting at the arrogance. And ‘no poor judges’ could be read as Light sneering at the ‘poor, pitiable judges’ who are powerless compared to him, OR as him deriding ‘poor, incompetent, bad judges’ who can no longer obstruct his idea of justice.
This rotten world Is mine to cleanse This power is my hurricane I’ll save the ones No one defends This is my way I’ll bring the pain So be afraid I will bring the power of the hurricane
Not much new to add here, edits are serving the same purpose as above, to communicate Light's viewpoint. Light, having decided to turn the corner, further identifies with the hurricane and with the DN’s power. The line "this is my way" is the first w/o a 1 to 1 match on beat, so some rubato is required from the singer here, sorry.
I am the God of a brave new world Much better than the last The time for talking is finally in the past This rotten world Is fading fast Waiting for the hurricane
Only one note here; we can read this ‘fading fast’ as different from the first chorus, here being a triumphant declaration that the rot is fading away, thanks to Light, of course.
And what I do Brings change that lasts So I say This rotten world Will feel my wrath I am the mighty hurricane And what I do Brings change that lasts Brand new day! My righteous flood will clear the sky Once they feel the power of my hurricane
Again, nothing much new to say here, all of the subtle word shifts showcase Light’s acceptance of his self-proclaimed ‘godhood’.
For the song rewrite, I think the flow may not be as good as the original, and the hurricane throughline a little less clear. Still, I felt before that the hurricane symbolism sort of eclipsed any other messaging the song had to offer, with the constant repetition of ‘the hardest rains, the coldest winds’ which doesn’t really say much about Light as a character. The main shift in molding after the Japanese is, of course, to give Light more personal equivocation, then reasoning, then motivation to do what he is doing. Now we get both a more sympathetic and understandable view of Light, and we can see how and why he's convinced himself to do what he is doing, whether we agree or not.
Lmk what you thought, and stay tuned for more!
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riftofthestars · 9 months
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After The Return - P1 [The Station]
The cloth around his neck that held the long arm cast only caused him more neck pain - but at this point he got what he could. Going around with a missing arm would only bring more attention to him, so wearing this filled out cast kept to bucket of worms from spilling out was the best option until his arm would reform. The plastic chair he had to sit in while the reports were filed wasn’t the most comfortable either.  
‘Escaped at the north border (...) the culprits are still at large (...) alone, as I was a high priority target’  
He hoped that would be a good enough story. It would be a good enough story, they could not expect him to give a full recollection of the story. 
All he had to do was keep his shoulders straight, eyes forward and be unquivering. He’s done that so far; he could continue doing it.
The cast also brought up a lot of inconvenience; made him seem more vulnerable to those that would benefit from and actually plan his kidnapping. He had to stay vigilant while he attempted to salvage his plan. He’d been alert all the time. It played into his story about being kidnapped, but in truth he was alert since he was missing his bodyguards and thus couldn’t make an attack look as if it was stopped by them rather than himself.  
But no one would attack inside a police station. He tried to keep telling himself that as he considered his situation over and over and over and over and over again.
The team was disbanded. The political party had been struggling. Whatever social life he started to have had practically gone down the drain. And all these reporters would be storming him every time he went out. He saw them through the window, preparing for when he would come out of the station.
No use in taking off the bandage slowly - he could always ignore the reporters, or at the very least attempt to. As long as he stuck to the same story, he would be fine. Things will slowly fall into place in the public eye, he could take care of the rest in his own time.
With everything settled with the authorities, he would be escorted out to his vehicle. After that he could go straight to his new estate; take this cast off and begin work. 
Leaving the station after a few policemen, the hurricane of questions began and instantly drowned themselves out, cutting each other off, repeating what one another said. Having to be kept at a distance by a few policemen, they made the escort take a lot more time. They became irritating with each passing second. Words felt like they repeated themselves, over and over and over and over and over again. 
All he had to do was keep his shoulders straight, eyes forward and be unquivering. He’s done that so far; he could continue doing it.
At this point he wasn’t even processing the questions thrown at him, blood boiling from all the sound.
“Let us turn this a detailed lecture on the practices of kidnappers, how about that!?” He growled, eyes glaring at each face that held a microphone or a camera. 
“Shove all that equipment down my throat, why not?? You people are insensible to a degree that I have not seen before. I have just dealt with an incredibly stressful part of my life and I will continue to be stressed as I try to pick my life back together and here you all are, wanting to document it like it is some sort of event to gawk at. Have some fucking sense people.” 
He could just feel his bones start to ache from the release of tension, continuing to push through the now silent crowd. The interior car allowed him to take a moment to breathe and take his mark off - thank the gods for smoked windows.
“Home?” The voice of the Tiefling in the driver seat called out, muffled by the parting glass.
“Yes, please-” The Jailer groaned out, rubbing his face with his (temporarily) only hand. “I will explain more about your contract when we get there.”
As the engine started, his mind went back to making plans. Properly introduce and explain the contract to his new employee. Pick up the pieces of his political party, undoing and controlling the damage of the temporary leader. Find out the status of the previous team and properly deal with each one. All the while dealing this regenerating arm. He went over the steps of each plan during his trip home. Over and over and over and over and over again.
All he had to do was keep his shoulders straight, eyes forward and be unquivering. He’s done that so far; he could continue doing it.
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Can you write something about camilo bringing his Girlfriend home to meet his family (i think everyones reactions would be funny)
I absolutely could??? I LOVE writing for Camilo? Let's see what I can do!
(Pls note, I LOVE Camilo, but imma be like. REALLY cautious about asks regarding him, because some bitches in the Fandom don't know how to act. So Camilo asks are welcome, within reason).
"Hey Mami? Dad? I was kinda wondering if I could bring someone over for dinner tonight."
Camilo was busy really packing it in at the breakfast table. It wasn't Sunday, so not ALL his family was present, just his mom, dad, and Antonio. Dad made breakfast, and even though they saw eye to eye on...not much really, they both loved food, and his dad REALLY put love into his cooking. Pepa nodded as she helped Antonio cut bits of meat. Not for him, but to feed his panther, Pierce.
"Of course, mijo, why do you even need to ask? You have your friends here all the time! And it's Friday, you know those aren't family nights."
He wiped his hands, getting them ready to hold her hands. He knew she wasn't ready for this news, but he already promised he'd do this. He took a deep breath, and held out his hands.
"Hold my hands. I need to tell you something, and I need you to like, PLEASE not hurricane, okay?"
She put her hands into his own, and he tried not to wince as snow cascaded over her. That was Pepa for 'going to have a fucking heart attack', and even Félix looked as if this was a bad idea. He waited till his dad held onto her shoulder, before Pepa nodded.
"Okay. You can tell me ANYTHING."
"Good. Because I'm bringing a friend over for dinner. A girl. My girlfriend. Who I've been dating for a month. Which isn't a lot, but I REALLY like this girl, and she's ALWAYS wanted to meet you guys. So is...that okay?"
Antonio had to hold onto the cat's head as he watched his mom's snow start to turn into an ever growing snowstorm. She took a shakey breath, clearly not seeing this coming.
"You. Have a girlfriend. An official girlfriend. Not just someone you're dating?"
"Nope, official girlfriend. Please, deep breaths, deep breaths. I think you'll REALLY like her. Please, I SWEAR I picked a good one! She's SUPER pretty, she's fun, she cooks! She's great!"
He was proud of her for doing her deep breaths, like they practiced. It didn't remove the clouds, but it kept it from getting MUCH worse. She slowly nodded, squeezing onto her son's hands.
"Okay. This is fine. I just. Have one question, and you NEED to tell me the truth. Understand?"
Camilo glanced towards his dad. They had one HUGE rule in the family- do NOT lie to Pepa, even if it'd benefit her. He nodded.
"Si mami. Whatever you wanna ask."
"Did you- Tonito, cover your ears mijo. Did you have sex with this girl?"
That. Wasn't the question he expected. Though, he could sorta understand the worry. He was sixteen, that's something people his age were curious about, usually.
"Nope. I mean, we've done hard-core make out stuff, but I'm not really interested putting mine in hers, you know?"
Camilo had charisma, and he was smooth enough to charm a snake. But in terms of libido, well, he had little to none. He just didn't like anything past kissing, to be frank. His answer seemed to calm Pepa down enough for the snow to stop, but the cloud still formed over her head.
"Okay. Good. I just. I worry, mijo."
"I know, mami, I know. And thank you for worrying. It just shows you're the best mami in the whole Encanto."
He kissed the back of one of her hands like a gentleman, and tried not to sigh in relief. Step one was complete. Step two...was going to be a lot harder.
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Camilo jumped the second he heard the doorbell. Right on time. He opened the front door, and there she was. The longest girlfriend he's ever had, Dulce. She was shorter than him, hair done up in braids, and built as pretty and fluffy as a marshmallow. She was just precious.
"Hey. You're on time. Thought you'd be fashionably late."
"I wanted to make a good first impression, duh. How'd your mom take the news?"
He shrugged as he let her in, trying not to make the other important girl in his life worried.
"She didn't tornado, which is good. She's nervous though, like you. Which I don't get, you guys are just gonna eat food, not fight to the death."
"I know, I know. I just want her to like me. If I HAD to pick someone to fight though, hand to hand, it'd be Alma."
Camilo snorted, ever so casually holding onto one of her hands. He could feel the bits of frosting still clung to the ends of her nails, which was pretty common for a baker's daughter.
"Bad move, Abuela has been through it, I feel like she'd snap your spine like a twig. I'd go Augustín, he'd accidentally punch himself in the face and you'd win."
There was laugh he missed from her. He rested his forehead against hers, feeling her hair tickle his skin. Her eyes were beautiful like this, dark as smooth Caramel, and lips looking as full as a pound cake. It contrasted beautifully to her long, white dreadlocks.
"You're too good at cheering me up."
"A woman's heart IS through her smile. And I think I can make you smile without saying another word~"
He could feel her breath against his as he leaned in, he could practically taste the sugary smelling lip gloss she had on. One little kiss wouldn't hurt. Or two. Or three. Or four. Or more. Unfortunately, he didn't get that, given the fact that the thunder made them both jump. Pepa was right there, holding onto Félix's hand tight enough to make him slightly wince. Dulce cleared her throat as she took a step away from Camilo, in order to hold her hand out to her.
"Hey! It's so great to meet you! I'm Dulce."
Pepa was about to shake her hand, but Félix, with an awkward smile, forced her hand down.
"She's. Not ready for that. I'm Félix, so nice to meet you. Rosa's daughter right? Lovely woman, we dated in high school. Pepa, you remember that right?"
Pepa nodded, trying to make herself breathe as Félix shook the girl's hand.
"Yes. We still have coffee sometimes. It's so nice to have you here."
"...is it, though?"
The thunder was getting worse, and Pepa trying to control it seemed to have a negative affect. Félix lightly patted Pepa's shoulder, trying to soothe her.
"She's fine, she's just nervous. Uh-Isabela! Mija, can you take these two to the table? Pepa needs a minute."
Camilo tried not to groan at his cousin's smirk. He was ready for her saying some shit, purely because this was HIS girlfriend.
"Of COURSE I can! Come on you two."
Camilo gave his mom a worried look, before following Isa to the dining room table. Dulce leaned a bit into his space, keeping her voice low.
"Does she not like me? I can leave and we can just hang out somewhere else."
"No no. I promised you'd meet the fam. Trust me, once we eat, things are gonna calm down."
Isa turned to make sure no adult was around, when she grinned.
"She definitely needs food. If she's dating you, clearly she needs some kind of healing, maybe for her eyes."
Camilo turned into Isa, crossing his eyes and mocking her tone.
"If ShE's DaTiNg YoU- shut the hell up Isa."
"Language!"
Julieta called out from the kitchen. Camilo was about to call bullshit from her selective hearing, when Julieta came right out, setting plates of food on the table. She wiped her hand on her apron, and held her arms out to Dulce.
"It's SO nice to meet you! Tráelo dentro!"
Dulce went in for the hug, a grin on her face.
"I'm SO happy to meet you. You gave my cooking some competition, especially with HIM."
Julieta parted from the hug, sighing In exacerbation.
"Ah this boy just EATS, let me tell you. I can only imagine how much you've had to feed him. And speaking of, NO touching the food until the rest of the family comes, we ALL took time to meet Dulce, don't be rude. Excuse me, I need to go get Abuela."
Camilo waited till she left, before folding an arepa into a small, gooey square, and stuffing it in his mouth. Dulce rolled her eyes at him.
"Do you EVER stop eating, dude?"
"Hey, this charm machine takes a LOT of energy."
Both her AND Isa gave him a raised brow. The rest of the family seemed to pool in, each one greeting her with clear enthusiasm. ESPECIALLY Abuela, probably because she expected more kids in the family ALREADY. They all sat at the table, and Camilo served her plate first, remembering to stay away from anything with pork. She didn't hesitate to grab the plate from him, and kiss his cheek. He wanted to ser if his mom was handling it well, when he noticed Luisa looked like she was SUPER tense. He had a feeling he knew what was her deal.
"Luisa? You good?"
Isa lightly patted her hand, giving her the signal to go ahead. Then it just poured out of her.
"I REALLY wanna know how you guys met! Please? Is it super cute?!"
Luisa was a bit of a hopeless romantic. Camilo recalled the many times she'd beg to hear how Pepa and Fèlix fell in love, even during chores. Camilo nudged her as he took a bite out of his arepa (seriously, his tía made the BEST arepas, they just couldn't wait).
"You wanna tell it or should I?"
"No no, you go ahead, I like how you tell it. You're all smug about it."
"I mean, mierda, how can I NOT be smug over you?"
She rolled her eyes, but he knew her, her ass was flattered. He sat up straight as he spoke, loving how he had literally everyone's attention.
"So remember that play I was going a bit ago? You know, Rockstar Romeo?"
"The one where instead of dying, the play ends in a dance number?"
He nodded at Dolores. Least SOMEONE paid attention to what was going on in his life.
"Yeah that one. Well, SHE was catering the event, and pair it with looks like that, I HAD to get my flirt on. At first it was the food, then it was because she's quick with the comebacks, then I just. Actually started liking her. As for why she likes me, well, pretty obvious, but I'd love it from the horses mouth."
Dulce shrugged.
"I think it's because he's dumb. He was trying to flirt with me to get more food, as if it wasn't all you could eat anyway. And he's cute, I GUESS."
"Hey now wait a minute,"
He was trying not to laugh, and so was she, he could see it on her stupid, pretty face.
"So you're saying Amanda was lying when she said you thought my hair was 'soft as rising bread' and that you'd love to touch it?"
"Oh so you just snoop like a creep, huh?"
He opened his mouth to retaliate, but really had nothing. He wasn't gonna lie, he REALLY liked how she kept him on his toes. Félix chuckled, leaning over to mess with his boy's hair.
"Ha! She's a LOT like your mami when we were your age! All smart and sarcastic. And hey, pretty too, mijo~"
He whispered, nudging him with his elbow. Camilo couldn't help but hold a smug look alongside his father's pride. She WAS pretty, he'd keep saying it. Abuela spoke up, taking away all the attention Camilo just had.
"Tell us, Dulce, aside from the bakery, what else do you in your free time?"
"Well, I raise bunnies, for one! I actually make these little cream puffs based off of them and-"
"YOU HAVE BUNNIES!? WHAT KIND?!"
Antonio called out, clearly excited. Pepa muttered for him to not yell at the table, and Dulce chuckled.
"It's fine, it's cute. They're a breed my grandparents brought from outside the encanto. They're called English Lop's, and they have SUPER long ears. I can bring Bonnie with me when I come over, if you'd like."
"YES!!!"
Both Antonio and Luisa cried out at the thought, and it was cute enough for even Camilo to laugh at. Dulce took another bite of her food, and continued.
"And I also hold meetings for LGBTQ+ youth. It started with my cousin not feeling supported enough and-"
Abuela piped up, looking very confused.
"I'll never understand the labels you kids use nowadays. Back in my day you just kissed a woman and that was that. What does that plus mean? Is it like, how you say, gay premium?"
The amount of snorts that were at the table was EXTRAORDINARY. Even Dulce was trying not to lose hee shit. She took a shakey breath, before continuing.
"It's uh. You know what, that's it, it's gay premium."
"See, Isa? I'm getting it! I'm understanding!"
It was so goddamn funny, had it not been Abuela, EVERYONE would be losing their minds. Instead, there was muffled snorts, steady breathing, and a frowning Pepa. Camilo frowned, and debated on what to do. Dulce leaned into his ear, lightly patting his knee.
"Go help your mami. It's fine."
"You're the best, mi vida."
He got up from his seat, and after kissing her cheek, went over to where his mom was sitting, leaning down to her ear.
"Mami, kitchen please."
They both walked into the kitchen, and Pepa didn't even let him start.
"I'm SO sorry mijo! Was I clouding? Did I look mad? Did-"
"You don't look happy. Why is it? Do you not like her?"
Pepa took a breath, shaking her head.
"No. She's sweet, She's pretty, she makes you happy. And I can tell she likes you. I just. Ay, I'm sorry. I never had a papi to talk to me about dating, and mami never approved of the boys I was with. At least, until I met your papi. I guess I just. Don't know WHAT to do. I don't know if I should support you with this girl or brace yourself for heartbreak that might happen or-"
Just as the wind started to whip around her in a hurricane, he reached out to hold her hands. Her eyes looked right into his, and he smiled.
"You're not supposed to know EVERYTHING. I know Mariano was a struggle too, but you got through that. What you can do, is just be you. You're great, and I KNOW you and her can get along. I'm going to be fine, because YOU'RE here. We just gotta take it as we go along."
Pepa took a deep breath, and nodded. She suddenly pulled her baby into a hug, and kissed his sweet little forehead.
"I'm SO proud to have such a sweet boy. And I'm lucky to have one so understanding."
"Course, Mami. Anything for you."
He squeezed her right back, taking an inhale. She always smelled like fresh rain and daisies.
"And you get in here too, mija."
He didn't know who she was talking about, until Dulce was suddenly at his side, joining in on the hug. Pepa had a long way to go, in terms of getting comfortable with his new girlfriend.
But that was a storm he was willing to weather.
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hasufin · 2 years
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Pizza, or why my father and I always ended up yelling at each other
The last couple of days I’ve been busy building a shed.
This is not a small shed. It’s honestly a detached workshop (it is, however, a “shed” for legal purposes, and has been carefully designed to be just within the legal limits for such a structure).
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To do this, I have hired a neighbor, Bill, who is a general contractor. He brought in one other guy and has me helping.
The thing is, while I have assisted in building similar structures before, it’s been a solid 25 years, and, well... 1) I am in my 40s and while I’m in decent shape and active for my age, hauling 35 sheets of T1-11 is a lot; 2) it’s been almost three decades and I don’t recall everything; 3) I was only ever the help back then, too; and 4) a lot of the technology has changed (Bill and I were just today talking about how much easier it is to attach modern hurricane clips). So, net result is, I only sort of know what all is going on.
Mostly this is not terrible. I’m pretty decent at picking stuff up, and he’s not expecting me to do too much past my skill level.
But, there are times.. I’m holding up a header for him to nail in place, and he’s telling me “Pull it in. In. In. In. In.” with increasing frustration that I’m not doing what he wants while I’m trying to explain that I have no fucking clue which direction is “in” or what he wants me to do.
And I’m realizing here... well, I’m thinking of my in-laws and their dogs. They trained their dogs that when they go on walks they have to sit at the curb and only cross the street when they’re told “cross”. But my mother-in-law realized, it wasn’t the specific word, it was that she said something. So she started saying “Pizza!” and the dogs would dutifully cross. The dogs know - sit at the curb. Wait, cross when someone says something. The content of the message isn’t important, it’s the context.
So Bill, he’s saying “PIzza!” and doesn’t know it. He’s used to working with other people who know how to do this kind of framing. He’s not used to actually communicating what he wants. He’s used to, at most, a shorthand which is very specific to the context and only makes sense if you’re deeply familiar with the work. He assumes you can tell someone “Fifteen and three eighths” and they will know he means “Find a piece of 2x4 scrap no more than two feet long and cut it to exactly fifteen and three eighths inches” and that person will be able to bring that cut board over and immediately grok where it goes. Which is perfectly reasonable when dealing with an experienced worker... but construction workers can be pretty damned tough on new guys.
Experiencing this now, with the confidence of an adult and the awareness that it’s not just me, I’m understanding a lot more of why my father and I would get mad at each other when I was a teenager. He was - like Bill - often pretty bad at expressing what he wanted me to do. And like Bill, he didn’t realize that he was expressing himself badly: everyone else understood him! So from my perspective he was giving me confusing, nonsensical directions and then yelling at me every time I tried to ask questions, so all I could do was Something Random and Hope It Was Right. From his perspective, he was being perfectly clear and his son was looking at him with a dumb expression, babbling nonsense, and doing nothing. Of course we’d get frustrated and angry with each other: we weren’t communicating.
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eye-stealer · 8 months
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Tales of a Lighthouse
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When days always seemed too short and the horrors of night stretched through my restlessness, when the waves were tall and the shores filled with curious creatures unknown to me, my father and I lived at the base of a lighthouse. It was a time when the ships still needed the glowing beacon to keep them from crashing into the rocky shore. Every night, my father manned the lighthouse, hundreds of feet above the crashing sea. And every night, I tossed and turned in my bed, terrified of the creatures and terrors that had the capability to sink an entire ship. 
My grandmother lived inland in a little blue house on a skinny concrete road. I loved her house because it was perched upon concrete legs. My dad told me the legs were for hurricanes and would prevent the house from flooding. Whenever I imagined a hurricane coming, I always thought her house would jump so high on its thick legs that the water would be gone when the house returned to Earth. 
We visited my Baba every Sunday. She would always make Pedaheh and a salad for our lunch, and we would bring a roast that had cooked overnight. My dad told me that Baba was very religious. He said that was why she had statues of angels on her bookshelves. At the time, I thought they were the most beautiful things I had ever seen, the flair of their wings, hair which flowed behind them like gentle waves. Sometimes, when I was left alone, I would stare at the figures and pretend to be a beautiful angel, folding my hands to my heart and tilting my head to the side as they always seemed to do.
Sometimes when Dad had to work extra at the lighthouse for one reason or another, Baba would come to our house to watch me. On those nights, she helped me make box cake. When we had baked and frosted the cake, she would sit me at the table and cut me a slice and tell me one of her many stories. Many of her stories revolved around her Baba, and the many memories her Baba had given her. The stories were like a vast spoken history of all the soft memories, the dolls received as a little girl, the chiding nicknames, the money sent home.
Baba had, of course, never been to the Old Country, and I think she always knew, as she spoke, that she would never make the journey. Yet as a child she had spoken Ukrainian to her Baba, and she would help write letters to her long lost family she would never see in a land she had never visited. I think she wanted me to hold all of those stories she contained within my own heart and mind, ready to pass down when the time came.
When it was time for me to rest, Baba would tuck me into bed and say, “listen to those waves”. I had listened to those waves every night  since arriving at the lighthouse, and I found them quite terrifying. One night I told Baba that.
“Baba, what if I do not want to listen to the waves?”
“And why would you ignore them?” Baba asked. “The crashing waves sound like they are singing a lullaby to you.”
“But why would the sea sing to me and crash all those ships?” I asked, desperate and fearful for some of her grandmotherly wisdom.
“Maybe the ocean does not like ships.”
That was an odd thought. If I were the ocean, would I like ships? Maybe some of them, but not the ships that coughed up black smoke and took lots of fish. I would certainly like company if I were the ocean, but not those people who left cans on the shore. Maybe the ocean enjoyed my company, when I would sit upon the shore and sing songs from school. I bet the ocean liked Dad. He kept boats from mucking up the shore. The ocean also would like Baba, I thought to myself, because her house could jump from hurricanes and her ears could hear the ocean’s lullaby.
Baba stood and left my room. I got up and looked out my window to the waves that stretched beyond. With the tide having come in during the afternoon, the waves stretched far up into the shore. And in their endless cycle of crash and retreat, crash and retreat, they created a melody. It sounded like what I had learned in music class a few days before, like crescendos and decrescendos. The crashing became cymbals, the retreat was the low, rapid pattering on a drum. 
A song emerged with the wind whistling through a flute. I began to sing, yet to this day I cannot remember the words. In that moment, the song was perfect, with the cymbals and the drums and the flute and a dozen other instruments I could not name. I fell back upon my bed and listened to the instruments continue their concert. And I fell asleep.
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The fleets in space are fighting and fully engaged Tommy F has attracted most of the fire. They are striking him very hard and they are taking down his blackships and stone chips now quite rapidly. We anticipate by 1:00 a.m. or 2:00 a.m. that most of them will be out and a bunch will be hiding. We do not enjoy your company and tell me if we do not like looking at you or listening to you giggle laugh or otherwise you're wrong to bother our son day and night and you're awesome about the side effects that you trying to do I'm going to make you pay for it.
*along with the battle in space the clones have engaged most people's of Earth including us in mortal Kombat and even hand to hand they're trained and it's more difficult but they haven't trained for that long and most don't have that much experience so they fall and it was very hard now it's not as hard soon the clothing will be out and we go down and seek it yes as do the max
*there are few things to be concerned about here and we are addressing them now he's usually wearing clothing that is not appropriate no he's fairly decently dressed and others wear similar it's very casual here and this clothing is clean and not spotted and it is not torn or ripped. You don't want to comments because it's just wearing sweatpants and we say he's send me retired and he's still getting on purpose he's also comfortable because you're forcing to put ice in his pants. He wants to fix that by helping him heal and eliminating those in the way and we're doing that now but we don't want your constant criticism little piece to do it and we don't expect you to if you're doing it we're picking you up and you probably won't return most of you die in our custody and mostly from natural causes out of shock
The reason why I said the above is he's much loved by us and all you guys do is criticize him
*there's several things going on here right now that are new they're about 150,000 people trying to get into punta Gorda and they're being mowed down it's disgusting and they're almost gone. Is around 10 million people trying to get into Charlotte county and they're being fought and they'll be out and momentarily we anticipate 10 or 20 ways throughout the night until the morning in about five happened during the day. Trying to get to Florida about 5 trillion right now and increase to one octillion an hour isn't that bad but it could be better
*the added numbers trying to get in we have a lot of problems here and getting stuff here supplies and manpower and more to try and recover from the hurricane and to get food here and more the max working hard to do it you morlock are always in the way and they're executing you on site. There are a few more things to say about it you better get out of our way too if we're bringing equipment in and you're trying to block us we're going to destroy you and your enclave here and your larger space here and all your stuff that's connected to it globally until you're out of the way.
There's something about timeliness we have a blockade out there and we have lines of idiots trying to get here all at the same time it's very suspicious where also working on tidal waves so we have a lot going on but what time you have doing and these people are doing a suspicious and we have to know stuff out actions now by s here and nearby
*there's a massive lack of respect here and we need to investigate it and it move the most recent tests we have done to show why having them here is dangerous I move to collect certain individuals and the rest of a certain timetable so please let's meet and we'll discuss it
The world's going well they have several things on the table that I don't want out there and I want to take it down as soon as he really possible.
John Lee Millard is wanted man my Max Tommy f is a wanted man by Max they should not be sitting here on top of our son. Those warrants are by Max and they're real. The return to Mexico after having a bad fight today and they seek him out and they do get a shot off and he tries coming back here it was great difficulty
I want to emphasize our side is tired so let's put it out there concisely and get it over with
*there's too many calls to us and him we need to leave this place out right now
*we have a huge movement in the upper Midwest they're moving into the east tons of them going to Massachusetts and other New England towns and dying huge numbers going to DC and New York City tonight is remainder of the watchmen movie and this afternoon Dempsey died and that's who it was it's one of the clones of BGA. And he was killed by Dr Manhattan no he was killed by BG yes and they're having a war.
*several movies are happening and will be brief the mission impossible series has started Tom Cruise is in Russia it is the preamble to edge of Tomorrow. And movie series in Australia has begun it is the matrix my son's plea for people to check it's going to answer a lot of people check for a whole the back of people's heads where commanders a regents or generals and captains of spaceships and they found one and it is minute and it's a hairline fracture and it's a nicely put back but it can see it it's not healed fully. And they're dispatching troops now tons of them.
*Tron legacy has begun and the first one is not going to be a movie it's too crappy and my son says maybe not and we agree it's the second movie and it's starting soon and it's regarding the computer itself which might be running and I have to check and they're trying to do it by entering into the computer which is not really possible cuz I think it is cuz they can move their limbs and stuff which is kind of weird. There for me to attack the light cycle facility now and it's Mac and Trump is turning around physically and Mac is wiping his forces out and he's repeating I told you to move you're moving now or you're dead and none of them movie trust guys tried to fire and ar hit and they're out, it's about 100 octillion at each light cycle facility and so that would be 1200 Italian roughly and of course behind them of 500 octillion both of them are gone. And more amassing about 3,000 octane in California and 4,000 octillion in Arizona $5,000 octane in New Mexico and all the way around the perimeter they're heading towards California of the force of what 40,000 octillions that's very significant number
*neuto and she muto are activating shortly they have been maturing in Japan as they try and destroy them they're maturing so they are clueless. And the seven things that will happen it will destroy shabby plant and radiation will kill people for hundreds of miles and evacuation is started and of everyone in that area they will fly to Hawaii in battle and destroy the airport locking people in there and then fly to Las Vegas and have offspring several bunches and then to San Francisco Las Vegas is devastated the entire strip is gone all those buildings are destroyed and everything in them and he pulled the stuff out yes
*what tired of her son being teased because of his bicycle that you force him to ride around it's not really that put out by it but it's very tiresome so we can start teasing you about your situation if you don't shut up we'll see if you die during the day at least once
*there is a freeze out approaching the west coast and we are sitting on a huge alerts and if any of us are there please evacuate to the far north and the ass do it as well as see people leaving. This is an immediate evacuation order and its mandatory other locations are noted the Caspian Sea the Red Sea the Mediterranean Sea and the whole areas are to evacuate to the north and the Blue lake in Russia lake Baikal as it will overflow and flood 100 mi beyond the edges all around it shortly the diamonds removed and there are several other areas on the coast of California Mexico and South America that's going to happen down there as well in South the United States the east coast of the United States if you're there you must leave now a war is erupting there and it is a crazy war between everyone and everybody else, the east coast of South America it will be under a severe attack shortly tidal waves are expected with a week but the attack will begin shortly and it's by clones to retake shatteredome. The Eastern west coast of Africa. All of the islands of Earth you're not to remain there if you cannot leave safely do not have a vessel that is secure and mostly spaceships only please you must find one and you must call for it at this time we are able to answer your call if you call but if you don't we cannot find you we do not have the manpower and we're calling us an emergency meeting to raise troops of ours and fully it is too tiring he was right the whole time we're going ahead and doing it now it's not too late until it's too late and we are going to be good with the scheduling says and I agree but we really need it for the war and I should have noted that I did then and we went to work I assigned to people and they're getting it done. They shall hire all of ours now
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the 'holy emo trinity' ( aka p!atd, mcr, and fob ) were like… all i listened to through middle school so seeing p!atd themed asks made my happiness alarm go off.
before i get to the like… "ask asks" i gotta ask. if you had to pick a favorite album from p!atd, fob, and mcr ( if you listen to my chem ) which would they be and why? ( if you wanna answer this on a separate post go ahead. I just wanted to ask :) )
Okay. Now that that's out of the way, on to the ask game. From your p!atd ask game :
Miss Jackson: Tell us a secret about S/I (only one they're willing to let you share!) for Graves?
When The Day Met The Night: How different/similar are you and S/I? What makes you different from each other/similar to one another? For Sherlock?
High Hopes: What is your greatest wish for S/I? For Rebekah?
The Calendar: What's a fun outing you and S/I went on together? What made it fun? What did y'all do and where did y'all go? Paint us a picture, please! For Jean ( and maybe also Cosette )?
Emperor's New Clothes: How would you describe your taste in fashion? Now, how would you describe S/I's? Do you trust that they could pick out an outfit for you that you'd like and vice versa? For Oswald?
Hurricane: Have you and S/I ever had a disagreement/argument about something? If so, what was it about and how did y'all resolve things? For Reddington?
I know it's quite a few, but I like hearing about your ships :) Hope this ask finds you well!!
In response to this ask game
Please I'm so zazzed you enjoy it and that you also listened to those bands too 😭!!! I also listened to them in middle school I sing a lot of those songs nearly every day for stimming purposes dkfjkrf I'll definitely answer your band ask in a separate post and would love get your answers in a RB of it if you're interested!!
As for your asks, thank you so much Bear for taking the time to send these to me. I really, really appreciate it and hope you know I'm very grateful to you for giving me the chance to spend time and focus on sweet things and that I echo your sentiments wholeheartedly ;---;✨💙
Miss Jackson - Graves
Hello Storm, thanks for turning to me to ask that! I've got to say, that's a doozy of a question to ask but I'm zazzed to answer it-- one secret I know my Doll wouldn't mind me divulging is that despite how romantic she makes herself out to be in all her sweet posts, she hadn't the foggiest idea whatsoever that I was trying to flirt with her those first couple times around. Lord knows *I* couldn't just tell her either; it would murder me! It took Tina pulling her aside before it even clicked.
When the Day Met the Night - Sherlock
Yes hello, I must thank you for considering me; I see you've provided me with a question I myself have often entertained from time to time. I suppose to begin, we could start with the physical aspects--- tall, pale... short, tanned. Although that's dull, isn't it? I agree. So--- ways in which we are similar are as follows:
1. Both of us struggle in our own ways to express to others that singular nebulous concept which is "feelings".
2. We equally thoroughly despise unwanted distractions from our current hyperfixations
3. Texie and I are both generally touch averse at times, yet often push ourselves to provide physical affection and comfort to those we deem worthy suffering for.
I believe three answers suffice. As for differences, there are so many, and I'm aware that you've other people to ask questions so I'll say this: I'll solve your case and bring you answers. Tex will solve your case and bring you a sense of closure.
High Hopes - Rebekah
Hello and thank you for asking, Bear! My greatest wish for Xiomara is that xe doesn't ever feel like xe has to immediately make a choice about something important when there are other options available. I'll always try to remind her of that when I can.
The Calendar - Jean and Cosette
Bonjour Storm, and merci, this is Jean; what a lovely question! I remember, the summer after meeting Mercedes, she and I took Cosette out of Paris for a week out to Marseille to visit Les Calanques de Cassis, a beach with a stunning view of the bays and the most turquoise water you'd ever seen- you should've seen Mercedes, staring at the water, mumbling to herself about mixing paints to capture that hue!
Cosette has asked me to type what she says, which are as following, to be colored in pink as per her request: it was so fun because Mercy helped me build a sandcastle and we buried Papá in the sand too and also Mercy showed me the tide pools and all the little things living in them- there were so many kinds, I really loved the cute little starfish!!!!!!! (Note: she insisted, quite passionately, that seven exclamation points were necessary.)
Emperor's New Clothes - Oswald
Firstly, Storm, I must thank you for asking about me, truly. My taste in fashion is what I like to call "refined"; I never leave home in anything less ritzy than a waistcoat, trousers, and crisply pressed dress shirts. I admit, I do enjoy punk accessories like safety pins and razor blades for my suit jackets- what can I say, I love the drama. I personally feel day gloves should never have gone out of style and that everyone sorely needs a tailor for their own good- off the rack sizing? It's a lie, dear, a corporate lie.
Wolf's style is much more lax than my own but still, I feel, classy in a casual, friendly way- she mainly wears form fitting leggings and vibrant dress shirts, usually with a floral print. In other words, xe doesn't wear xyr clothes as though it is armor, like me. As to whether or not I feel I can trust xem to dress me, the answer is yes but only if xe is picking out from my own personal wardrobe. I love her, but I'm not going to give xem the opportunity to even be tempted by the idea of trying to put me in anything that isn't tailored and high end fashion. As for myself, I believe I'd do an impeccable job dressing xem up and in fact, think I'll have to arrange a little get together soon at a boutique I think she'll love!
Hurricane - Reddington
Hi there, Bear, thank you for your interesting inquiry; I quite like red- I do hope you don't mind me writing in it to answer. I try not to dwell on negativity for my own health and perhaps, admittedly, the health of others around me but I will say yes, we've disagreed and even debated on things in the past. One such thing was the topic of forgiveness.
You see, we both are liable to get deeply angry when wronged by someone else but where Texie strives to let go of xyr anger and forgive when apologized to, I for one don't forgive so easily, nor do I forget other's transgressions against me. I'm like an elephant- besides being bald, I too don't forget. This worries Tex quite a bit- xe believes I should be more forgiving if not to avoid accruing more enemies. She's a sweet if not silly thing, isn't xe? Best to let xem believe I'm not already up to my gills in them.
As I'm the last to answer your questions, please allow me to be the one to thank you, from all of us (Tex of course, included) to you- as Tex said, it was indeed very kind of you to reach out and help distract xem from the chaotic waters we're all swimming in, that sea that is life. I wish you smoother sailing, Storm- may your namesake not find you when you least expect it and are least prepared. Ta-ta!
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Making an aimless but exasperated gesture with his hands, Troy surveyed the ruined study before wheeling on Nancy. "What did you think was going to happen after shoving into peoples' business like that?!" RottenApples/Troy for Nancy
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The Strawberry-blonde hadn’t the faintest idea why Troy had seemed so spastically agitated until she stepped into her father’s study. He was always a bit high strung in her book. However, today, his reaction seemed to be on point.
A gasp of mortification snakes out before Nancy could even comprehend the idea of suppressing it. Disbelief taints her remarkably composed features while her sky-blue orbs transfix upon the sheer destruction. Holy heck. The tattered aftermath of the room was worse than a category six hurricanic disaster. Disillusionment wore as plain as day on the shredded wallpaper. 
Someone had come here looking for something or to send a message. If the intruder had come to retrieve something, they either got it or were scared off by the former police  officer, turned secretary, occupying the space beside her. She’d prefer to think that Troy had the appearance and same affects as a guard dog. In certain lights, there was a menacing look to his countenance. 
Perplexed brows pull together sharply. “What makes you think I had anything to do with this?” She inquires, keeping her tremulous voice even keeled. Sure. A lot of people didn’t exactly have welcoming responses to her probings. A few individuals had gotten quite violent. But, the ends justified the means in the pursuit of answers. Didn’t they? “I wasn’t even home this afternoon. Hannah set me for groceries. I was with Bess, Ned, and George.”
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Okay. So Nancy had delivered papers for her father that very morning. “Unless you want to tell me who I could have possibly offended so thoroughly--” Nancy challenges. He seemed to know more about this than she did. 
Nancy shifts gears only briefly. “Is--- is anything important missing?” Her own travels take her around the room, seeking something or anything that might discover more information about the “whats” and “whys” of this mess.
She pauses, scooping down to pick up a few papers. Her shoulders braced in a moment of revelation. “This couldn’t possibly have anything to do with the Anderson case. Could it?” Her sky-blue eyes flickered over to the elder boy with considerable investment. She hadn’t been in on the Anderson files. She only served as the messenger this once for it. 
Her path is cherrypicked to the window where she deliberately analyzes the frame. “Someone jimmied the window----” The utterance brings her very little satisfaction in the wake of the new mystery unfolding. If Frank and Joe were here, she could have the window tested for forensic evidence. She’d have to do her best with her own powers of observation. 
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fxa · 3 years
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i love the fact that my city gets the highest annual volume of rain in the US yet any time it rains ONE inch or more in a few hours (very common here) my plumbing dies for a week or two and i have to drive all the way to my university to shower in the rec center
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The Letter
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You were always with the Madrigal triplets, the four of you were inseparable. You were there to help both Pepa and Julieta get ready for their weddings and care for their children. While you were very close, almost like a sister, with the girls, most often you were seen with Bruno. If you heard the name Bruno, it was most always associated with Y/n. After particularly bad visions, you would be the only one able to console him. It came to no surprise to anyone in the familia or village when your engagement was announced. Everything was amazing, just how you always dreamed it would be. One month before your wedding was sweet little Mirabel’s ceremony. You awoke the next morning expecting to see your Brunito’s face, but was instead faced with a letter on his pillow. The air hung heavy in the room, like the few moments before a hurricane. Heavy sobs wracked your body as you stumbled down the stairs, frantically searching for Bruno.
Tears fell as your fingers dusted the old photo of your amor perdido, memories clouding your mind. For what seemed like the millionth time, your pen danced across the paper in front of you, writing words he would never read. For the past ten years, a letter was written to Bruno every day. You knew he would never read them, you didn’t even know where he was. But, it was the only way you kept your faith alive that he was okay. Two letters were all you had from him. One from ten years ago when he left, and the other from five years ago, that was so thick and heavy that it felt like a book. Knowing that he was alive and okay made you feel better, but also knowing that you may never see him again was disheartening.
A sharp knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts. “Tía!!” Blue skirts danced as Mirabel ran through your front door. “Hola Mirabel! What brings you to mi casa?” Mirabel’s rolled her eyes playfully, “It’s Thursday! You’re usually early for dinner on Thursdays, is everything okay?” You patted the bench you were on, motioning for her to sit with you. Her gaze shifted to the photo on your desk. Tensing, you watched as she adjusted her glasses and pulled it closer to her face. Once he left, no one would talk about Bruno, you assumed that Mirabel forgot the few years he was at home and only called you Tía due to your close relationship with her mother. “I..is this Tío Bruno?” A quiet voice came from her, unsure if it was really his face staring back at her. A warmth settled on your shoulder, and looking up you saw Mirabel with her hand on your shoulder, curiosity and concern spread across her face. Words wouldn’t form, and you cast your eyes to the ground. “Tía…Can we talk about Bruno?” The beating in your heart increased, and you knew that even back at Casita, Delores could hear it. “I would love to talk about my Brunito.” Mirabel watched as your eyes became starry and glazed over as you remembered your love. “There are lots of rumors, nasty, nasty rumors about Bruno. He couldn’t help what he saw. He can’t change the future, all he could do was see. People were so awful to him because they just couldn’t think for half a second to think about the fact that he was warning them so they would have time to change or get ready for their future. Brunito was so sweet and thoughtful. He used to write little telenovelas, oh he was such an amazing writer.” Your eyes began to sparkle as you remembered all the times that Bruno would use his “real gift” as he always called it, to act out shows for you. “Tía Y/n..Why did he leave us?” Thoughts swirled in your head, trying to find the best way to tell Mirabel what happened, without making her think it was her fault. “For you. He had a vision..I don't know what all happened. Here,” You slipped the first letter into her hand. “All I know is that he wanted to protect you. He didn’t want people to look at you the way they did him. Now.” As you pulled the young girl up, you smoothed your skirts, “I believe we may have kept Abuela waiting.”
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