#but fuck it give Luisa more attention please
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Baby Blue
WARNINGS ∣ smut ( minors dni ), all characters are 18+, oral sex, fingering, nipple play, cursing, slight body worship, ass smacking (like once)
Pairing: Luisa x black!fem!reader
Prompt: Wearing your partner's favorite color
Dialogue Color Code: Luisa, Reader
My eyes widened in anticipation as I watched Luisa enter the room through the vanity mirror. Sighing softly, she closed the door behind her, finally locking her eyes onto mine. I gulped softly when they darted downwards, and watched as those warm brown eyes took in everything I was willing to offer to her tonight, wrapped up in a silky baby blue matching lingerie set.
Locking the door with the softest click, she quickly made her way over to me, rested her hands on my hips, and gently turned me around to face her.
She grinned softly as I pressed my chest against her and began to tug at the red ribbon that kept her hair in place throughout the day. She shook her head gently as her brown curls flowed freely against her back and shoulders, and tilted my head up gently in order to kiss me. I could never quite understand how her lips were so soft all of the time...
I giggled softly when I felt her scoop me up and place me on the vanity table, using one hand to caress my thigh while the other one pushed my leg to the side for her to stand in between them.
Luisa chuckled as she drifted to my neck, leaving small kisses and love bites all over my throat. I practically melted into her touch, sighing softly as each kiss moved further down to my chest, until she stopped right above them.
She looked up at me and smirked.
Did you doll yourself up for me, mi corazón? I would hope so...this is my favorite color on you mi amor... Looks so pretty against your skin.
I shuddered, nodding my head and groaning softly as she unclipped the bra and rested it elsewhere in the room. Turning her attention to my chest, she delicately rolled my nipple between her fingers while her tongue grazed the other, relishing in the moment as I hissed gently at her touch.
This isn't really fair you know? My tits are out and you're still -ohh- fully clothed...
Her fingers and mouth withdrew from me, causing me to open my eyes just in time to watch her hastily pull her shirt and bra off, flinging them across the room. I couldn't help but chuckle at her antics.
I didn't know you were that needy baby...
Luisa stuttered and blushed softly at my remark, leaning her face close to mine and giving me a quick peck on the lips.
Last time I checked you started this. If anyone here is needy, I'm pretty sure it's you.
It's not like you're complaining though.
She rolled her eyes gently as she pulled my hips closer to the edge of the dresser. I sighed softly as her thumb ghosted over the front of my panties, which had become considerably wet since we started. My body began to quiver as her tongue dragged along my stomach, both of us groaning as her mouth got near my pussy.
Luisa, baby. Don't tease me, please...
Wasn't planning to, mi vida. But let's go somewhere more comfortable, hm?
She picked me up off the dresser and placed me in the center of the bed, joining me a few moments after, now completely naked. I couldn't help but to gaze in awe at the woman in front of me. Her workout schedule definitely showed the fruits of its labor in her firm, almost chiseled, arms and legs. Despite this though, she still managed to remain soft in all the right places. No matter how many times I got to see her like this, she never ceased to amaze me.
Before my thoughts could continue further, my thong had been pulled off of me in the blink of an eye, and I watched in anticipation as she lowered her face directly in front of my cunt.
Fuck beautiful, I could just eat you up...
I squeaked as she spread my lips apart with two fingers, her breath heavy and hot against my inner thigh.
Would you like me to do that cariño?
Quickly realizing how desperate I had become in a matter of minutes, I found myself needlessly trying to pull her head closer to me, aching to get her mouth on my pussy, glaring at her with slight annoyance when she wouldn't budge. I was instead gifted with a quick smack to my ass, jolting me forward on the bed in pure shock.
Use your words sweetheart. I can't know what you want if you won't tell me.
Fuck! Please, please mamí. I wanna feel good. Make me feel good please!
Make you feel good?
She smirked devilishly as I nodded desperately.
Oh, I can definitely do that.
She pulled me closer to her face, gingerly placed both of my thighs on her broad shoulders, and pressed her tongue flat on my pussy. Any wiggling I would attempt to do was stopped by her palm on my stomach, her fingers tracing abstract lines all over my skin.
Pussy tastes so good babygirl. Could stay here for hours.
Her tongue wiggled its way inside of me, causing her to groan deeply as I arched my back from how good everything felt.
YES!! Oh my God yes right THERE- FUCK!!
Her fingers had joined in the assault, two of them deep inside of me while her thumb danced along my clit. My thighs began to shake against her shoulders as I felt my climax quickly approaching. By now, her head was resting on my tummy, watching the way my body reacted smugly, skilled fingers practically dragging me to the edge.
You gonna cum on my fingers princesa?
I opened my mouth to moan her praises, but she silenced me with a kiss. She smiled softly at me.
You look so pretty like this mi amor. Go on, cum for me baby.
Her fingers picked up the pace a bit, watching in awe as I began to unravel from her work. With one last swipe of her thumb, my thighs clamped down on her arm, and I moaned loudly as I finally got my sweet realease.
After a few minutes, she gently removed her fingers from me and placed them in her mouth, effectively cleaning them off. Before she could do anything else, I pushed her down onto the bed below her and slotted my face between her legs.
Ready for round two baby?
Always, my love.
#lesbian smut#smut#luisa madrigal x reader#luisa smut#black reader#female reader#wlw#glg#encanto smut#encanto#encanto x reader#luisa madrigal x fem reader
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Heyo guys!
Since my friend made a post about it, I figured I should make a separate post of it as well that could hopefully grab the attention of more of you out there. Especially since it's now not only become a recurrent issue for myself, but millions others like me; whose voices and pleas for help are often met with silence and no aid when it's needed more than ever.
My friend made this with the hopes it would get the attention of a lot of people. And the few that have so far responded, with boosting my signal, it's truly appreciated.
So, I figured I'd best give my story here.
For those who know me, they know that I've been through this before, not that long ago. For those that don't:
This isn't my first rodeo with my dad. This isn't his first offense, and I doubt it'll be his last. But, even my boyfriend commented that it's really like I'm Cinderella.
Which, would make my family Lady Tremaine and her daughters, Anastasia and Drizella.
Surprised?
Yeah, not the most fun people to have in your life as family, let alone be analogous to your own.
But, for at least my brother on the matter, he doesn't mean to intentionally be cruel- if anything, he is just trying to survive from becoming the next target. Which, I get entirely. I oftentimes do the same for when a fight breaks out between my bio father and my stepmom.
But, that's besides the point-- the fact that they are even akin to that family dynamic is absolutely atrocious.
I'm often seen as a black sheep in my nuclear family- a dark horse, a scapegoat, pariah, outcast; hell, I'm almost synonymous to fucking Bruno Madrigal from Encanto, with a little bit of even Luisa for that matter with how bad her anxiety is.
Sure, that sounds pretty awful, but that's like, a surface-level perspective of who I am and what I've been through. And I'm not gonna give you my whole life story here, but, as my grandma would always famously say:
So, here are the said facts (bullets are Bruno related, indents are Cinderella)-
People used to see me as a gifted child when I was little, y'know? Like, my talents had no bounds. My way of being so empathetic and friendly to even the most awkward stranger was renowned by my extended family. I was awkward with communication, and often was very blunt but honest when talking to people, but I was a happy kid. And it's not like I'm not seen for my talents now, but they're brushed to the side more now as an adult because "you can't be living in a fantasy".
Since my dad and stepmom started living together, I've been made to become the maid of the house, doing most chores because the boys won't do it and my stepmom is incapable of handling all the chores and dishes on her own, so she's dumped most things onto me as a "way of covering for part of your rent". Which, I still have to pay upwards of 660-880 a month for. For one small room and a bathroom. For wifi use. And I still have other bills to pay, like for my car, insurance, credit cards, and stuff like that.
It wasn't until I was starting in my teens that my dad saw me very differently. I would often lie to try and keep the peace, because I feared that telling the truth would only hurt everyone more.
I started failing in math; I never got a grade higher than a C-average after sixth grade, because the teacher that year not only made me look like an idiot, but several times painted me as a villain and treated me like I was evil. Simply for standing up for myself amongst a group of classmates who would often bully me
I have little to no privacy in my own room. The only time I do is when I sleep, and that's even temporary at best. My father will routinely inspect my room and if it's not meeting his standards, he has me clean it or threatens kicking me out onto the street because he won't let me live in this house if I can't "do what I am required to do in order to keep living here" shit I wish I actually wish I had recorded him saying fr
He's taken off my door several times in the past as a punishment for not "adhering to his rules"- not okay as a teenager, even more not okay as a fucking twenty-four year old adult
(literal screenshots from conversations with my dad below)
My bio dad started seeing me less as an honest and good person, because during my sixth grade years and beyond I'd struggle with being honest with myself, let alone my parents, about my personal and educational issues.
I've had to be the one to call out when things aren't right, and be shut down for it. I've been the one to call out my family's bullshit, only to get side-swept with the realization my perception of how they treat me is cuz they do believe something is inherently wrong with me for retaliating.
I'm often accused of mishearing things- like, my parents will say one thing, and then the next day, or weeks or months later, when I repeat that statement, they go and say "Oh, I never said that."
I've walked out of my parents' lives once. It only lasted two weeks, but I did have to take a step back from it all. Because I could see what it was doing to everyone in my family. And I love my family, despite their shit. But that doesn't mean I'm not gonna walk out again- in fact, I'm working on a way to do so.
I relate more to pets and small children and even teens than I do older people.
I still have anxieties and fears over my talents and what I'm capable of, thinking I'm not good enough or that it's just the same old thing. The difference is I know it's not, and I know I'm worth more than this.
I have always liked the color green, and it was always a more mysterious color more than an evil or menacing color.
I often have had foresight of future events and get deja by when they do happen. Though, other times I just notice things going awry and I try to warn others of like, a possibility that they don't want to accept.
I lost friends and people who I actually enjoyed being around because of how I was growing up, and it was until I became an adult that part of it wasn't even my fault. A lot of the kids noticed my parents and didn't want to be around that kind of behavior with adults, because they could sense what I couldn't at the time, which was that my parents' behavior towards me was absolutely uncalled for, and rather controlling.
I was only recently properly diagnosed with Autistic Spectrum Disorder and ADHD; but before then, as an adult, I had more difficulty talking. Difficulty expressing how I felt. Trouble with finances. Being in the right headspace. Being able to take a step back and be like "whoa, now hold on- pointing fingers at me is only going to point three right back at you, let's not assume shit here". And it took a lot of support from my support systems and my boyfriend- @constant-state-of-self-discovery - to get a truly more accurate diagnosis. Cuz I've had three different diagnoses over the years, with the third being my most accurate one but I digress
I have echolalia and repeat funny phrases, hum music, etc.
When my brother was born - and I hate to use this comparison, but - almost immediately he became the Golden Child of the family dynamic. I was ten when he was born- and yeah, that's unfair for a baby, toddler, and little kid. But flash forward to when he's a bigger kid, when he's in his pre-teen stage and now a fourteen year old, who's gotten more educational advantages than I was ever offered or even given when asked. Who has had more positive experiences with his parents than I ever did. Who got the chance to actually go to the highschool he wanted to without having to worry about who I was really zoned for. Who is getting to work on his passion and talents. Yeah, that's totally not favoritism there.
I draw. I write. I legitimately can see myself voice acting one day.
I have often proved my family members both right and wrong about things in their lives, but I'm still the bad guy. Interesting how that works.
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See, these are the facts that just have me relating to just Bruno and Cinderella alone, with how my life is. There's plenty of other shit to add on about my stuff, but that's enough dirty laundry to get the ball rolling.
The fact of the matter is this: I cannot live in such a place like this anymore. And if anyone can help, I'd seriously appreciate whatever cash, boosting, reblogging, sharing that can be done.
I'm tired of living a life like this. I want to move forward. I want to start my next chapter, away from abuse.
And I'm really hopeful for the first time ever that something good might come out of this.
(thank you @savythenillerwaffer , @nystiaa , @oswinunknown , and @anne-of-crows for reblogging along with the others who have spread the word.)
#narcissist parents#narcissistic father#parental gaslighting#parental abuse#family#scapegoat#black sheep#golden child#domestic abuse#Cinderella#bruno magridal#spilling the tea#call out post#receipts#my screenshots#shut up kido#please boost#asd#autistic spectrum disorder#adhd#audhd
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If you know me or this blog then you already know what I am about to say, but hear me out anyway:
Luisa/Mirabel OTP. I want it, I need it. I might even ship it harder than Elsanna, or not, but I need it anyway. Gimme strong protective older sister with nerdy and adorable sister that wants to help her out. Gimme Luisa being scared of hurting Mirabel and Mirabel teaching her how to be gentle. Luisa feeling so guilty because that is her little sister and Mirabel so confused, but in the end neither can stop it.
Bruno knowing from the start it would happen and being the most casual about it. "We are CLEARLY not a normal family anyway so might as well."
Isabella learning about it and chosing to be supportive for once. Dolores knowing too, even when they don't, but keeping the secret. There is so many possibilities.
College AU. Villain AU where the Madrigal are all evil doers. Normal AU without power. Maribel has a gift AU. But everything about Luisa/Maribel.
#it includes incest#if anything i imagine that people on the fandom are going to ship more Mirabel with Isabella#but fuck it give Luisa more attention please#andro is talking
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...Now I kind of want to see Felix just casually telling Pepa how Mirabel was looking at a boys ass in town today and Pepa grins and immediately pesters Mirabel for details to try and hook them up. And just generally being a chaotic loving and protective Tia who will happily play matchmaker.
Embarrassing family moments? You guys KNOW that's my jam.
"There you are! You didn't tell me you'd be going into tow-"
"Pepa you would NOT believe what happened!"
He didn't let his wife finish talking before sweeping her off to the side, not wanting anyone to invade their conversation. Pepa huffed at the slight rudeness, clearly not expecting it.
"It better be important, especially if you didn't bring anything home."
"Oh it is! I saw Mira looking at a boy."
She raised a brow at him, motioning with her hands for more information.
"So? She looks at all sorts of people, she's social."
"No no no. Pepa, she looked at this boy the way YOU'D look at boys. RIGHT at his ass! I SAW it!"
It took her a second to process. But when she did, she gasped, thunder cracking as her hands covered her mouth.
"No. NO! Are you SURE! You HAVE to be sure!"
"I am! Right in front of me! I SAW him too, he's one of those niño bonitos!"
She fanned the cloud away, not wanting to attract attention, but the little rainbows, combined with her jumping in place a bit, wasn't exactly subtle.
"Oh Dios- she has a CRUSH! MY little prima!"
"That's what I thought! If she wasn't so obvious, I wouldn't be freaking out, but I know I HAD to tell you!"
"God I love you, Félix."
"We're fucking after this, right?"
"Absolutely."
They shared a little kiss, before they ultimately decided to go to Mirabel's room. Well, Pepa walked in anyway, claiming it was a 'woman's thing'.
"Mirabel? Are you busy, mija?"
"A little, but I can talk, tía."
Mirabel was at her new sewing table, one of her skirts on the table. Thankfully the sewing bench was big enough for two, so Pepa could sit comfortably next to her.
"What happened to your skirt?"
"Oh Antonio wanted to go bird watching, so I went with him. Tore my skirt falling down a hill. Not my proudest moment, but hey Antonio got some doodles for his book."
Her little niece was so precious to this family. So kind, so creative, so positive. Pepa smiled at her, carefully tucking one of her curls behind her ear.
"He loves you. I remember when he was a baby, he'd call you sobrina so much, he cried when I told him you were his cousin."
Mirabel chuckled at the memory as she continued her work.
"I remember, I had to hold him all night to help him stop crying. Pobrecito."
"You know...Félix told me about what happened, that you were upset. Are you feeling any better?"
"I'm fine, tía. I promise. I got to push Félix, and get ice cream. It's a good day."
She hesitated with her words, trying to figure out what to say.
"Si, he told me about the ice cream. And...about the boy."
Mirabel snapped her head up so fast, she was surprised her glasses stayed.
"Don't give me the talk. Por favor. Mami told me all I need to know. I've heard you give it to Dolores and it's. Very different."
Pepa forced the incoming cloud away. She gave the talk just fine, but that didn't matter.
"No. I just. You know. Was curious."
"He was just a cute guy. That's it."
"You...oh I dunno...looked at his butt?"
Mirabel pursed her lips uncomfortably, before shrugging.
"Uh...no?"
"LIAR!!!"
Félix slammed open the door, ignoring Pepa's pout.
"Félix!!"
"I won't sit there and let her lie to us!"
Félix sat by her bed, and Mirabel groaned.
"He's no one special, I promise. Seen him around town once or twice. Don't even know his name. Just. Nice butt guy."
She was clearly embarrassed, given the wildfire on her cheeks. Pepa gave her a light shake of encouragement, clearly wanting ALL the chisme.
"Mija, we won't tell ANYONE. We promise. Please, give us SOMETHING!"
Realizing Pepa and Fèlix wouldn't quit, Mirabel sighed.
"Look. I just know he hangs out with Luisa sometimes. I thought about asking her, but she said she can't, since its her 'job'. There, that's it. Now can we NOT do anything embarrassing because of this?"
Pepa nodded, lightly tapping the top of her cute little head.
"Of course, mija. Nothing embarrassing at all."
They left the room, and immediately knew where to go. Luisa. She was busy having lunch, trying to relax, but seemed to immediately know something was up with Pepa and Fèlix.
"Uh...what's up, guys?"
"We just wanted to know about a certain...friend of yours, Luisa."
"Which one?"
Félix butted in, fully invested in this mystery at this point.
"A boy, around Mirabel's age. Pretty hair-"
"Oh-you guys mean Beckett. Yeah, he pays me to go with him up in the mountains. It's easy work, all I do is clear paths for him. Why?"
They had a name, holy SHIT. Pepa was trying to keep calm, but Félix could tell she wanted to scream.
"How long has he been paying you?"
"'Bout a month, I think. Usually he stays up there and I check on him every once and a while, bring him rations and stuff. Looks like he's been staying in town the past few days, though. Why?"
Pepa couldn't. She shouldn't. She wouldn't. She absolutely was.
"Your sister thinks he's cute, and we want to set her up with a date SO badly."
Luisa raised a brow as she wiped the crumbs from her face.
"Beckett. Really? I don't see it. That'd make her questions make more sense, I thought she was trying to beat him up or something. You sure you guys wanna play match-"
"Yes."
"Absolutely. When's the next time you'll meet him?"
"Tonight, actually. We're getting food, then heading back up there. You guys are...smiling a lot."
Of course they did. Afterall, they had a plan.
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"Tía, it's late! Do you really need to go to the pandaria NOW?"
"Si, it's urgent. Come on, hurry it up, just a bit."
She knew her tía had a sweet tooth for chocolate, but this was a bit much. Mirabel waved hi at Osvaldo as she was practically shoved inside the shop. She sighed. Oh well, when in Rome. She started to grab her bag, ready to get some treats of her own to take home. She had enough to buy a little something for everyone. Some conchas, a few galletas, cupcakes. She was about to reach for her favorite- the empanadas stuffed with pineapples, when her hand accidentally touched the fingertips of someone else. And of course, there he was fucking was.
Mr.Cute ass himself. She tried to open her mouth to apologize, when he cut her off.
"Hey, I remember you. The one who liked my shirt, right?"
Oh no he remembered her. She nodded, trying (and failing) to play it cool. Can you blame her? Dude was SUPER cute. He had dark brown hair that was messy in a cute kinda way, a nice smile, just the cutest brown eyes, and his shirt was a BIT too opened to NOT look at that damn collarbone. She chuckled awkwardly, realizing she had been staring, and staring bad.
"Uh yeah that's uh. Me. Sorry about that, that must've been embarrassing."
"On the contrary! Your compliment made my day. I was worried I was swindled into buying it, but if a woman tells me it's cute, who am I to disagree?"
Okay, he's a bit of a flirt, but she was gonna give him a chance.
"Well that's. Uhm, good. Sorry about the pan, you can have it."
"Oh no, go ahead. In fact, why don't I pay for that? I don't mind."
"Oh no, I can't, that's kinda unfair."
"No really. Me and my guide were supposed to go food shopping, I don't mind adding this to the budget. Seriously, I was NOT feeling this shirt, you'd be doing me a favor."
She was going to look at Pepa for help, but suddenly she disappeared. She winced, just a bit.
"I mean...if you're sure."
"Course. I'm sure my guide would approve of...wherever she is. Don't know if you know who I mean, she's a tall woman-"
"Luisa. Yeah, she's my older sister."
He scanned her up and down, and his face just lit up.
"Oh! YOU'RE Mirabel! It's a pleasure!"
He took his hand upon him offering it, and she tried not to flip absolute shit upon him kissing the back of it. Oh no, his lips were SO soft, and his fingers through his fingerless gloves were just to DIE for.
"Y-you uh. Know about me?"
"Of course!"
He walked her over to the counter, talking as he paid for her things.
"Luisa takes me to the mountains often, so we have plenty of room to talk, and that woman LOVES talking about her family. And unicorns. Holy shit she loves unicorns."
"Aw...that definitely sounds like my sister. What does she take you up there for anyway?"
He had opened the door for her to exit, seemingly on autopilot.
"Oh I study your wildlife! I'm an entomologist!"
"Uh...remind me what that is again?"
"Bugs! I LOVE bugs! Scaley, furry, wings, no wings, if it's an insect, I...inspect. Wow that sounded cooler in my head."
She couldn't help but chuckle. Him pushing the hair back to reveal his pierced ear was honestly just the cutest little surprise.
"Bugs. So you're the boy who likes bugs."
Better than the boy with the butt, anyway. He nodded, reaching over into his satchel for something.
"I get called bug boy a lot. But, I prefer Beckett."
Beckett the bug boy. She could remember that. He pulled out a journal, and pressed his shoulder against hers so she could see it. He smelled like flowers and paper.
"I work for an agency that discovers, and catalogs specimens. I'm here from ireland, and I was sent to check out different pollinators you all have here. Though, I'd be lying if I said I didn't doodle the occasional dragonfly."
He was talented. Wonderful drawings of different bugs with different descriptions, and even dried out flowers of where he found them. If bugs didn't work, drawing definitely would.
"Wow. You REALLY like bugs. You got a favorite?"
"Butterflies. Cliché, I know,"
He started, eventually shutting his book so he could use his hands to talk. His hands looked bigger than hers. Not that she was focusing on them.
"But my father said my mother always moved like a butterfly. She was a dancer, and she performed at the bar my father owned and..."
Mirabel was trying to listen, when she noticed that right behind him, from a bush, was Félix. He was standing there, grinning, giving her a thumbs up and mouthing 'you're doing GREAT!'. Even worse, Pepa joined, pointing at bug boy's butt, and giving a thumbs up.
"Oh my god will you STOP?!"
She whisper/yelled it, making him stop talking. He looked confused, before clearing his throat.
"Oh. I'm so sorry, first time meeting you and I'm talking your little ears off."
For some reason, she was self concious about her ears now. Were they small? Or was it like, ironic? Like how you'd call a big dog 'tiny'? She shook her head, realizing that THIS wasn't important, dealing with her smothering family was.
"No no, it's fine. I uh. Like listening. But uh,"
Oh god, Luisa was here now too, looking like she'd burst into tears from how excited she was for her little sister. If he saw that, he'd bolt faster than Camilo when he ate the last arepa.
"I should be going home. My Abuela will be just SO mad if I'm late. I'll definitely see you around though!"
She turned to leave, when he suddenly dashed in front of her, holding her by her shoulders to get her to stop in her tracks.
"Wait! Don't. Move."
His face was like. Really close to hers right now. Was she sweating? She felt like she was sweating.
"Uh, you're kinda freaking me o-"
"Shh! Still!"
He slowly pulled out a jar from his bag, and she just stared at him, right in his face. His eyes were focused, he bit his bottom lip in a way that totally made her think thoughts that she should go to church for, then a 'thunk' sound was made over her head. He pulled the jar down, and in it, was the biggest, most dazzling yellow butterfly, fluttering about in the glass.
"Woah. That was ON me?"
"Right on top of your head! Remind me, what do you call these in your language?"
"Mariposas."
"Mariposas...such a beautiful name for such a creature. I can't even identify it! Is it an orange emigrant? Is it an apricot sulfur? Or a whole new breed entirely? How did you get it to land on you?"
He was looking right into her eyes now, and it was making her all nervous.
"I...dunno. Guess they just like me."
"I can...sort of see why, actually."
He was staring at her. She was staring at him. Oh god, why couldn't she speak? Why was there blood rushing to her ears? Why was her heart just pounding? She was grateful when he seemed to pull back, clearing his throat before stuffing the jar in his bag.
"I mean. Uhm. I'm sorry, I've kept you long enough. I need to find my guide anyway, before it becomes night. I uhm, hope I do get to see you again, Miraposa."
She took a few steps back, still facing him, and trying to hide her face in the bag of goodies in her hands.
"It's uh...Mirabel. Unless you MEANT to call me butterfly."
He stammered for a minute, trying desperately not to trip over his tongue, or his feet.
"Mirabel, right! Got it! I'll just. Uhm. Be going, then."
She watched him awkwardly stumble away, nearly bumping into several people before walking of frame. She buried her face into the snacks, and muffled a bit of a scream. It was like something out of a novella! He was SO cute, he was sweet, kinda awkward and weird, his butt was DEFINITELY still cute, it brought a tear to her eye. Hey...wait. That wasn't a tear. That was...
"Rain? So late in the...oh no. You guys DIDN'T!"
She turned to the bush, and kicked it. Sure enough, Félix cried out in pain. The three culprits popped out of the bush, with Luisa and Pepa just drowning in tears.
"You kicked me!"
"You guys were STALKING ME! I can't believe it! I-"
"My prima!!! She's in love!!! Tan joven y enamorada!"
Luisa and Pepa wrapped their arms around her, just sobbing. Félix chuckled, pulling out his ever ready umbrella, and covering both himself and Mirabel.
"You like that boy, mija~"
"So he's kinda cute, it's not that big of a deal. Now, we're NOT gonna bring it up when we get home. Understand? Down low."
Luisa and Pepa put her down, nodding with their bitten lips.
"Si. Low. Not a peep out of us."
"I uh. Should go with him actually, he's looking for me. I'll get you some details, sis!"
"Yeah thank you, but please don't- and she's acting like she can't hear me. Great. Come on, both of you."
Pepa and Fèlix seemed to mutter amongst themselves on the way home, making her super suspicious. But it was fine. They were chill. They were fine. The second she walked into the Casita, and locked eyes with Dolores, she knew. And she KNEW she knew. Dolores immediately put her hands over her ears, and just set off the fucking bomb.
"MIRABEL HAS A BOYFRIEND AND THEY'RE IN LOVE AND ITS SO CUTE AND AWKWARD-"
Mirabel put her hand over her mouth, but alas, it was too late. Footsteps came down the stairs, Camilo and Isa being first, obviously.
"Oh my god, details, NOW."
"I need a name to start a charity. Clearly he's blind."
Mirabel has to keep herself from throwing hands with her own sister, remembering the last time she tried that (she was STILL plucking cactus needles out of her bras).
"One, NOT my boyfriend-"
"SON TAN LINDOS QUE NO LO SOPORTO!"
"TÍA!"
Mirabel barked at her Aunt, who was just giddy with glimmering rainbows.
"Lo siento! I couldn't help it! It was so CUTE! Oye, its like I'm re living my teenage years all over again!"
It started to sprinkle a bit, and Mirabel groaned, shoving her face in her hand.
"Look, guys. It's not like that. He's just a nice guy. Thats it."
"Mirabel! There's nothing wrong with love!"
Mariano wrapped an arm around her as he looked fondly at Dolores. Then Dolores chose death.
"Might be wrong with how often she looks at his butt though."
"MIRABEL!"
Her mother scoffed, absolutely astonished. Mirabel tried to dive for Dolores, only to be held back by Mariano, who was using both arms to restrain her.
"Mirabel! It's okay! People look at butts all the time-ow! She BIT me!"
Félix took over, saving his daughter from her foot in her face.
"You wanna be in this family, get used to it, chamaco!"
Could you blame her from going feral? Afterall.
She was bitten by the love bug.
#not transformers#encanto#i thought itd be so cute#giving her someone that loves all her butterflies#and Beckett in irish more or less means beehives#least according to google#but yes Beckett never got over playing with bugs and its adorable#and yes#Dolores immediately listened in on some deets on this boy#like how his favorite cake is lemon with chocolate frosting#asks
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A question that's been forming in the back of my head for a bit now: Julieta's relationship with scapegoat!Isabela seems a lot more fraught than her relationship with c!Mira (or c!Isa, tho it may have been as distant). It sounds like she's given up on her, basically. So, is she upset to hear her daughter plans on leaving or just resigned? Do they get a chance to reconcile before Isabela leaves? I love Julieta, but I can see it being very hard for her to understand why Isa needs to leave. :(
Oof Isabela and Julieta's relationship :( i think i still need to work on them a bit more, but essentially, yeah Julieta isn't entirely innocent of favoring Mirabel over Isabela (or Luisa, though Luisa is dealing with it in a less outwardly destructive way). Mirabel is her baby you know? And for a long time, she had to "make up" the poor way the family treated her by giving her a bit of an special treatment. More attention and time. Remember she was the scapegoat until like age 10 or 11. Sooo yeah Isabela has always felt like her parents liked her less than Mirabel, and spent her childhood trying to make herself as perfect and endearing as possible to earn back their love, and tried to fill in the hole in her heart with Abuela's praise but it was never genuine, unconditional love. It was a form of love, yes, but it was twisted and deformed and it only ended up hurting her. When she finally broke down, she gave up on trying to make herself loveable to her parents. She's simply convinced they don't love her enough and nothing she does will change that. At this point, her idea of "love" is something you earn from someone else through sacrifice and obedience. That was never enough for her parents. Talking about it never seemed like an option. Expressing her feelings was never something they accepted, and the one time she did, by exploding completely, she only got anger and disappointment in return.
I do think Julieta may have tried to help, but she certainly didn't try as hard as she might have with Mirabel, and at one point, she just asked Isabela to please, please stop. She needed to get herself back together. She didn't want her to end up like her brother.
I think Julieta ends up unintentionlly hurting Isabela a lot in this AU. She wants to connect with her daughter but she doesn't know why, and after a point, she... doesn't entirely give up, but as you say, she's resigned. She's probably sad to hear other family members talk so poorly of her but she can't expect them not to be upset at Isabela's behavior. She's exhausted and hurt but tries to focus on caring for her other two daughters where she can't help Isabela. I mean, she focuses mostly on Mirabel. Mirabel monopolizes her parents' attention quite a bit. It's understandable since she's the only one who's still a minor but it still hurts ;-;
I do think Julieta is upset to hear Isabela plans to leave. Like really upset. Crying herself to sleep upset. She probably wonders where she went wrong and if she could have avoided it somehow. But at the same time, she knows Isabela is an adult and that leaving home at her age is perfectly normal, only... maybe not the norm in their family, and the situation itself is pretty bad. I think she could accept it if she and Isabela talked things through and moved towards fixing their relationship, but rn she's just really fucking sad. At the same thing, she understand where Isabela is coming from. She's not surprised. Deep down she knows her daughter is seeking happiness and freedom. Though she's also very concerned about her safety, like there's a reason no one leaves the E.ncanto. The historical context is far from ideal, but even beyond that, Isabela knows no one out there. She'd be 100% alone, she'd have no connections, no help, barely any money... how is she supposed to get back on her feet? How is she going to make money? Where is she going to go? What is she even going to do out there? Does she plan to go to university? Does she plan to get married? What exactly is her plan and how does she think to achieve it? Julieta is honestly worried her daughter will end up killed on the side of the street. Which is understandable.
I think that, as Isabela began to heal and strengthen her relationshop with Mirabel, she may try to reconcile with her mother, and I think Julieta would take her back in in a heartbeat. No questions asked. She just wants her baby back in her arms. I actually see their reconciliation happening quite easily, and it would be yet another reason for Isabela's heart to break when she finally leaves, but at this point I think Julieta would understand that her daughter needs time (though she asks her to come back and visit soon and keep in contact with them). I can even see her helping her figure out the logistics of leaving + getting her the resources she needs. Agustín follows close behind. Eventually Luisa (who deserves her own subplot) would join and they'll all end up giving her a hand. It would hurt a lot but they understand and they decide to help out of love. At this point I imagine Isabela is seriously reconsidering her decision to leave because everything seems to be going unbelievably well, but idk maybe things go bad with Alma soon after. Because I don't think Alma would be swayed by Julieta's reconciliation with her daughter, and she's still the one running the show so, yeah without Alma backing off, Isabela can't stay.
Reconnecting with her mother would make her eventual return so much easier though.
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Luisa Fischer
Writing About Music
Dr. Loughridge
4.18.21
Design Your Own Project
Looking Back At Swimming by Mac Miller
I cried when I heard Mac Miller died. I was a few weeks into spending my first semester of college abroad in London, sitting at a restaurant with two students on my program. My phone kept buzzing under the table, and when I finally looked down, I thought the messages I was getting were some kind of joke. Still, I panicked, and the classmates I was with asked me what was wrong as I held my breath and tried to disprove what my texts were saying. But as soon as I opened Twitter, my feed was filled with updates that struck my heart with a sharp pain. “Mac Miller dead from overdose - details coming soon”. The news was already trending, as hundreds of thousands of people openly mourned for the rapper who died at the young age of 26. He started releasing music twelve years before at the age of 18, and had grown a fanbase that grew up not only listening to his music, but alongside him. There’s no other way I can describe what I was feeling besides pure devastation and loss.
The first time Mac Miller caught my attention was my sophomore year of high school, when my friend played his album the Divine Feminine on loop in the hour car ride from school to his house. After Shazaming the first three songs, I realized I might as well download the entire album because every song pleased my ears in a way in which only few artists have in the past. I immediately fell in love with Mac Miller and his music, the reason being the way in which he described women. Coming from Atlanta, I had grown up listening to a lot of rap music, and was used to the ways in which the genre often sexualizes and objectifies women. Although Mac Miller wrote a lot about sex, it was from a perspective that was not only respectful and in admiration of women, but inclusive of them. Rather than having females be the object in his songs, his lyrics gave them an equal voice in a way that was able to attract his large female demographic. Mac Miller was able to make us feel heard, understood, and respected in a way that most male artists don’t even try to do.
However, this wasn’t the only way he made his music as intimate as it is. In his later albums Mac Miller wrote about his struggles with addiction, depression and heartbreak. He went through a public breakup with pop star Ariana Grande, who quickly got engaged to a new man, and was struggling with drugs and alcohol when he was arrested for his DUI all in the year of his fatal overdose. His final release before his death, Swimming, was an album that discussed these topics in such detail, it made anyone who listened to it feel connected to how he was feeling at the time. It was an important album to me personally, even before his death, as I was in the midst of unbearable homesickness and loneliness, and it comforted me in the state that I was in. However, as I sat there in London, scrolling through the tweets confirming his death with tears running down my face, I couldn’t help but ask myself if Swimming was Mac Miller’s goodbye to the world.
Swimming is all about Mac Miller trying to move into the future with self acceptance and self care - hence the title of the single track “Self Care” - while still acknowledging the pain that the past has caused him. The first track of the album “Come Back to Earth” automatically sets the mood of the project, and became the quote fans used to mourn him after his death. In the song he sings “I just need a way out my head, I’ll do anything for a way out my head” over the strum of an electric guitar before fusing with an electric piano and soft harmonizing strings that add a sense of hopefulness to the melancholy melody. His lyrics further reiterate his attempt to find happiness and sunshine amongst the dark skies that he sees. “Oh, the things I’d do, to spend a little time in Hell” could allude to his craving for substances to make the pain more bearable - he knows that they’re not right, but he craves the feeling that they give him (hence him wanting to spend time in Hell). From this first track, it seems as though Mac Miller was “coming back to earth” after always being high, and all relaying his struggle and depression in trying to find sobriety.
Another song that had fans looking back on Swimming in a different light was the album’s single and music video “Self Care”. The song itself seems to be about the way in which Mac Miller feels about the people in his life as well as himself, with lines such as “Can’t trust no one, can’t trust yourself yeah” followed by “I love you, I don’t love nobody else, yeah”. This could be a reflection of his broken trust towards the world and himself after losing Ariana Grande, but it’s certainly him admitting that he doesn’t trust himself to take care of himself. The title is almost ironic, the refrain being “Self care, I’m treatin’ me right,” while the rest of the song seem to disprove this line in other lyrics such as “I been losin’ my, losin’ my, losin’ my mind, yeah / Get the fuck out the way, must be this high to play” and “Somebody save me from myself, yeah”. It almost feels like Mac Miller is admitting that he’s tried to move past his addiction and struggles, but continuously falls back into his bad habits and doesn’t seem to care anymore. He feels safer in his bad habits than he does facing not only the world, but himself. Towards the end of the song he says he wants to go home to his house, then follows with “It’s safer there, I know there’s still a war outside / We spend our nights all liquored up, our mornings high,” again opening up his mind to his fans, and giving them insight on the way he covers his fear of the world with substance abuse. “Self Care” as a song alone, shows the struggles Mac Miller was feeling towards life and himself, something that many people can relate to on some level.
“Self Care” Official Music Video - Mac Miller
Even more haunting than the song, however, is the music video that was released for “Self Care” just two months before his death. It starts off with a wider shot of blackness and the single light of a flashlight Mac Miller is holding while laying in a box. As the camera zooms in, you see that he’s laying in a coffin, seemingly relaxed as he lights a cigarette and carves “Memento Mori” into the coffin - which translates to “remember you must die”. He stares at the writing for a few moments before punching through it, and pushing himself out of the dirt he’s buried under, that has collapsed on top of him. Fans came back to the video, released in July of 2018, after news of his death in September of that year, and speculated whether it was Mac Miller predicting his own death. Even though he seemed to be trying to fight against it in the video, in hindsight it seems almost like his goodbye to the world.
However, in January of 2020, a posthumous album Circles was released. Mac Miller’s friend and fellow producer Jon Brion finished multiple tracks off the album in the way he envisioned the late rapper to have wanted them. The songs of this album gave fans a new perspective of Mac Miller and his state of mind in the year of his death. Unlike in Swimming, which indulges in the pain the rapper was feeling, Circles gives a true sense of self acceptance and hope for the future. If Swimming is black and white, Circles is a fusion of colors that gives insight to what could’ve been the future of Mac Miller’s career and life. Although the posthumous album didn’t make his death any less tragic or diminish his state of mind during Swimming, it was a way for fans to feel closer to the rapper after his death, and have more closure on the person and musician that Mac Miller was.
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Jane the Virgin 2x01 Chapter Twenty-Three
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Stray thoughts
1) That’s probably the longest “previously on” I’ve ever seen. I imagine all these plot twists make it very difficult to capture the attention of casual viewers, hence the length of the recap. And I’m dreading the scene where Jane finds out her baby’s been kidnapped…
2) “Los Milagros de Mariana” looks pretty progressive for its time, doesn’t it? Especially for a telenovela…
3) Oh dear, Jane and Rafael are watching pictures of Mateo and they have no idea he’s gone…
4) Sin Rostro’s a brunette now. Huh. I’ve wondered if they’re going to go with a different actress or if they’ll give her a different haircut once she shows up again. I mean, she’s bound to show up again, right?
5) I can’t imagine what it must feel like to have your child taken away from you. Jane’s clearly in shock, she hasn’t processed this information yet…
6) Oh thank jebus, Sin Rostro has given Michael instructions. I really hope Mateo is back with his mom by the end of this episode.
7) She took the baby… to get her brooch back? What kind of value does it have? It can’t be emotionally significant… could it be some kind of key or something? It must be something that she needs for evil purposes… Kudos to her, though, she knew that the only way to manipulate Michael into doing anything for her would be to put Jane or her baby in danger.
Also, I think I have to admit that my theory that Rose was the fighter chick was way off.
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9) I think the narration needs amending...
9) “First of all, she’s not a psychopath, she’s a sociopath.” Because that’s what’s relevant at this juncture…
10) Ugh, this other moron, really?!
Like, she justified everything she did before because Sin Rostro was supposedly blackmailing her and threatening her family, but it seems to me that she is now really into being a criminal.
11) And this bitch is telling Michael about all the valuable information that’s in the chip on the brooch like she wants him to waver and consider the possibility of not giving it up! Please die.
12) Aww, this was very sweet and heartbreaking…
And Rafael and Michael actually hugged? But now the narrator is all ominous and tbh, I didn’t need that, I was already expecting everything to go to shit considering the baby was back with his family in the first act…
13) Seriously?
14) Oh, Petra, I really hope you get over Rafael SOON. He’s definitely not worth all of those cons…
15) OMG, they really said this? And it didn’t get censored?
NARRATOR: I'll say this. The girl's got spunk.
It’s such a dirty joke, I can’t believe they got away with it!
16) Yeah, I’m not a fan of this storyline…
17) I’m sorry but of all the outrageous situations that happen in this show, this is the one that’s pushing my suspension of disbelief…
No mother would go ANYWHERE other than their doctor’s appointment in the first couple of weeks of a new-born baby, especially not when he’s only one day old! That’s ridiculous! First of all, the baby shouldn’t be exposed to germs of bacteria because he still hasn’t been vaccinated. Some doctors even suggest that you shouldn’t take them out until they’re one-month old, unless it’s absolutely necessary. Second of all, moms of new-borns use of all their energy to feed and care for their babies – there’s no way in hell they’re going to get all dressed up to go to a mummy’s club or something? NO FUCKING WAY!
18) What do you know? I’m actually sympathizing with Michael…
19) So… Rafael’s semen is now… a baby’s present. Full circle, I guess.
20) It’s so weird to see that once upon a time they were a loving, healthy couple…
21) Isn’t the narrator all of us when you find yourself rooting for the “villain”?
NARRATOR: Hurry up, Petra! Wait! Why am I rooting for her?!
22) You know who I don’t feel sorry for? Luisa. She’s a fucking moron.
23) OMG ROGELIO!!
ROGELIO: In the last 24 hours, I have ruined multiple celebrity friendships by tweeting their dirty secrets in an effort to distract the press. It has not worked!
I’d really wish there was an official Rogelio twitter account because I’d love to see what and whose dirty secrets he tweeted about!
24) I really do like their friendship…
25) Aw, Jane is blaming herself because her maternal instincts didn’t kick in and it got Mateo kidnapped.
26) I guess Michael has stopped being the Nice Guy TM and moved into being Actual Nice Guy. Huh.
27) And Rafael was also kind of decent by thanking Michael, but then he wasn’t when he started having a very intimate conversation with Jane right in front of him. I guess Jane and Rafael are going to be co-parenting under the same roof now…
28) So… Magda’s advice is that Petra should sell Rafael’s sperm back to him… now, wouldn’t it be much more profitable for Petra to get inseminated with it? Evil, yeah. But so much more profitable.
29) And Moron is planting ideas on Petra’s mind…
LUISA: He got mad at me, actually. Because if I hadn't screwed up in the first place, then none of this would be happening, which it's true. I mean, that should have been your baby.
PETRA: Thank you. You're right. It should have been my baby.
NARRATOR: To be fair: Luisa didn't know Petra had Rafael's sperm.
LUISA: There's still a chance with you and Raf. I swear.
So I guess she’s going for it. But I want a storyline for Petra that doesn’t involve Rafael IN ANY WAY.
30) Okay, good, Xiomara came clean about her wedding with Rogelio. I’m glad they didn’t make her keep it a secret because it really doesn’t make much sense.
31) So… Jane felt the need to tell Michael that Rafael is staying at her house strictly as Rafael’s father. I guess it’s back to Michael. But then…
That ought to make a girl at least a bit confused.
32) ?????
I’m confused!
33) As a season opener, it was an okay-ish episode. The cliff-hanger was resolved rather quickly, which I appreciate. I don’t think it would’ve been a good idea to have Jane apart from Mateo longer than she was. It was somewhat fun, but I didn’t feel the stakes were high enough or that the season storylines were truly being established. The final scene was confusing, which I guess was meant to be, and I can’t say I’m on board with rehashing the Michael-Jane-Rafael triangle AGAIN or with Petra getting inseminated with Rafael’s sperm. I really don’t see any potential in those storylines, so let’s hope the season goes somewhere else instead.
34) Hope you enjoyed my recap, and, as usual, if you’ve got this far, thank you for reading! If you enjoy my recaps and my blog, please consider supporting it on ko-fi.Thanks!
#Jane the Virgin#Jane Villanueva#Gina Rodriguez#Michael Cordero#Rafael Solano#Petra Solano#Rogelio De la Vega#JTV recap#JTV 2x01#mine
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happy new year beautiful, i'm here to spread some love!!! in celebration of 2019 tag your 19 favorite blogs/mutuals 🎉
you did not just tell me to tag people I love, i have like a lot. Happy new year my sweets, may you be blessed with good health, enormous wealth, graduate, get a job, give yourself a gift (me), sleep better, eat better (pls i cannot stress on this enough!), get you a spa day by yourself, and just treat yourself… start the year with a de-stress, we have 364 days to go…
here’s my favourite people who run such magnificent blogs and people I have to talk to, on regular basis like taking my non-existent anti-depression pills:
@namjoonslion you knew you’re gonna get tagged, abby don’t even try to deny, and I probably never tell you how much you meant to me a lot, but I really do appreciate you, I love the spirits you have and our overall nothing-can-go-wrong VS but-it-might contra is something I hold dearly and I’m not sure why it worked out this long. We’re like Sadness & Joy pair in Disney Pixar’s Inside Out. And that’s just so cute now that I think of it. You walked into my life one day, and it’s like the sun came out. I feel like you’d give the best hug because you’re tol and I’m smol@magical-warlock my pisces, demi darling whom I love and rarely talk to nowadays, you always know how to cheer me up with some random ass text post of cute sayings and marvel things and I’m just wanting to catapult myself to Holland every time you send me a picture of your town. It’s honestly the best town that fits me. I would walk days with you and talk and hold hands, sigh. We shared a lot of stories together, and I feel like we’re both undergoing something very tough, I always know you have my back and you’ll have mine. Being associated to you is the best things that happened in my years in Tumblr and I truly mean it when I say I care about you.
@minseoltanggi baby fish! bat, you are by far the closest one to me of all my tumblr friends because we live in the same country and you’ve seen my face before. You are adorable af and I hope you don’t be scared of turning 15 soon, it’s an experience, you have to embrace it as you go and don’t worry too much. You are a smart little girl and have many potentials, so don’t let your fears shackle you down to earth because I want to see you be that Astronomy expert you wanted to become! And if you changed your mind mid-way that’s fine, too. I’m sorry that I can’t get on tumblr as often as I’d like and message you. I do hope your blankets are warm and your pillows are soft, every night.
@luciddrugs same age dudette, Alexa! I know we’ve not been acquainted until the last few months of 2018 and dare I say, you’re by far the most passionate blossoming ARMY I have ever met. You desire to know and understand Hoseok is beyond me, like wow, you helped me see another side of Hoseok and that’s something not many people could have done, and I sort of understand when you spazzed about him not getting a lot of attention, because TRUE DAT. I mean look at my man Namjoon, these two gets push back along with Jin sometimes and it saddens me. having another hyungline stan is ultimately a blessing, like, thank you for SCREAMING HOW MUCH YOU LOVE HOBI BECAUSE GURL YASSSSSSS… /two idiots screaming in the middles of the sea–flashbacks lmao)
@fangirlaholicxx Divvie. My other gun. My right-hand women. If yall read my writings i can’t say crappy anymore because that would be an insult to Div’s work its her you should thank, my writings starting from Catching Fire, was proof read by her. And if I don’t get Div squealing, don’t bet I’ll release any of the fics. She’s my fuel, my gasoline, she keeps me going, and is my personal cheerleader. She makes great moodboards and it’s a matter of time until she ripens to her full form and bless us with her endless creative tendencies, just watch. I love her…so much. I don’t think she knows that. Thanks for catching me when I fall. /seals love letter with a heart wax/
@submissive-bangtan caro, caro, CARO! I love your brain and the intricate words you use. You know a whole world I didn’t know about and it’s because of you I’ve learned new things. You’re always so generous with your knowledge and following you was the best thing I’ve ever done? Like I came as a sub bts enthusiast (a dying clan) and pledge loyalty, but you gave me a Pandora box of tricks and passion. I think you’re super cool and I’m always so shy to make first move, so when you answered my tags, it makes my heart bloom? Can someone have that much power? Germans, I tell you…sigh.
@yourladyhobi18 Luisa 💞🌹 we never actually spoke but endlessly tagging each other on posts of our knights and saviours, sometimes without context and we do it like it’s the most natural thing in the world and honestly I desired this kind of connection for the longest time, and I never knew I needed it until you came. I guess this is how two shy people become friends lmao.
@majestikblue you are a very mysterious one. You come unexpected and return when you desired. You always sends the nicest text out of nowhere and I’m always smiling when I see your texts?? Like how do you always know me going through tough times, did you put a camera on me?? Should I be staring at the corners so you could see me kiss you or what? I don’t even catch your name, and I don’t think I’ve ever asked…what kind of friendship is this, Anissa? I just want to say I appreciate you and your existence, please don’t ever change.
@lovethyfandoms2 how could I forget you and Digby when you’re the first person to actually come and talk to me. I know you’re super busy at college now, and I wish you all the best. I hold the memories and conversations we had, close to my heart and will never forget them. Happy New Year, Josie. And it all began with a random ass link you accidently sent me haha, I remembered that lmao, I was so confused. Do all friendship began this weird though, I wonder haha! Josie, survive made it out 2018! Woo woo!
Nothing less important, in fact! Very important people that I cannot possibly forget ever, is my lovelies, whom I dearly appreciate and desire to protect forever and always, may this year bring you more positive hopes and help you dream, gives you something to smile for, and I have nothing else to offer but my stories and the comfort they bring, but should you feel the need to talk to me, come any time…
@rapmooni @tinyjjks @kai-tashi @monosgf @babybee05 @leesuzy09 @seokjins-epiphany @hobi-isadaydream @zynnami @verracotta @joonraw @seoulso @bloodyspell @8xxakiraxx8 @therealredraven @ursulabtslover @triviamang
I plan to make a separate post for this, and have more affectionate things to say, but if you’re not mentioned here, please don’t feel upset… I know most of you hide behind the comfort of an anon, and that’s okay. But If you’re reading this and felt like you are invincible? You’re not, I see you, I recognise you. And I appreciate every each and every one of you. I keep you in my thoughts when I see you reblog my writings and say nice things in the tags, and when you like my drunk depressive posts. I know you guys are wonderful people with good hearts. You’re the REAL reason why I began, continue and desire to write, I hope I’ll be able to do more in the future. I have so many more people to thank, and I’d personally shake each of your hands and give you a hug if I could and know your face.
Thank you for seeing me, thank you for noticing me, thank you for listening to my stories. Thank you for a wholesome end of 2018 and here’s to a beautiful start in 2019. 🥂 (i’m buying sodas and pizzas for us all) happy fucking new year babes
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always us
my sixth entry for klanceweek! this time, for prompt #6: quote. this is a continuation of prompt #5!
still debating whether or not to cross-post these entries on ao3 so let me know what you think. again, you can also find these short ficlets on twitter!
day 1 / day 2 / day 3 / day 4 / day 5
I’m picturing us on rooftops
in strange cities,
with strange people,
and us.
Always us.
— “I’m not sure if this is for love or old friendships or new friendships” by Claire Luisa
So this is what Keith’s life has come to.
Guests from every corner of the universe seem to be gathered for the day’s celebration. Each is dressed lavishly in the traditional attire of their people, creating a stunning spectacle of rich cloth, dangling jewels, and enchanting body art, like thousands of dancing canvases.
As a prince, Lance is dressed like royalty. Allura managed to find an old suit of her father’s on board the ship. Thankfully, the Altean style is similar to that of the Vruan’s. The suit material glimmers a dazzling baby blue under the light of the levitating chandelier overhead. Lance wears a white button-down beneath his suit jacket with the top two buttons undone. Blue swirls adorn his collarbone, as well as his shoulders, hidden for now. Tiny white and blue dots stretch the length of both eyebrows, and the makeup Allura chose makes his eyes stand out even more than usual. Turquoise gems adorn the rings on his fingers and dangle from fragile silver chains on his ears.
As much as Keith hates to admit it, Allura and Coran did an amazing job. Lance certainly has an ethereal, royal air about him.
Which is great for the mission but terrible for Keith’s sanity.
Every few minutes, while they make their way through the crowd, Keith convinces himself everything is fine. Then, he stares at Lance for a second too long and the allusion is shattered. Lance is easily one of the most beautiful people in attendance. It’s almost impossible to ignore the whole crush thing when said crush practically looks like an otherworldly being, like a fucking god or goddess or something.
Keith, on the other hand, feels… out of place.
The prince’s escort is not allowed to dress more extravagantly than the prince himself. His suit clings comfortably to his figure, and the black color with red accents certainly complements Lance’s outfit. A silver chain hangs around his neck with a small charm, adorned with the Vruan crest. The ring on his right hand matches one of Lance’s, boasting a sizable ruby. In the Vruan culture, a matching set represents the bond between the prince and his escort.
“Like wedding rings,” Pidge was all too happy to point out when Coran presented the rings to them.
At the moment, Lance is chatting up two lanky aliens. Keith doesn’t recognize them, but the tiny gold crowns on both of their heads are explanation enough.
“Of course, of course,” Lance answers with a little chuckle. “Thank you for your time.” He bows to both in turn and then grabs Keith’s hand. Even through his gloves, Keith senses the faint trembling of Lance’s fingers. He’s nervous?
Keith lets Lance drag him toward the center of the dancefloor. There’s a lull in the music and most guests have cleared the area. Once they reach a spot far from any potential eavesdroppers, Lance stops and fixes his attention on Keith.
“None of these people know where that stupid Galran prince is,” Lance hisses, lowering his voice. “Hell, the first few couples I talked to didn’t even know the dude was alive.”
Before Keith can answer, the band picks up where it left off. But, this time, the music has a more pleasant, slow melody. Keith curses softly under his breath. Of course the next song starts right as he and Lance reach the center of the dancefloor. They need to move and fast.
But Lance doesn’t seem to be on the same wavelength.
Far too gracefully, he wraps an arm around Keith’s waist and draws him closer. Keith is too busy having a minor heart attack, what the fuck, to stop Lance from intertwining their fingers and lifting their clasped hands. Unsure of what to do, Keith lets his other arm hang awkwardly at his side. “Uh—Lance?”
“Put your other hand on my shoulder,” Lance whispers. “Get rid of that noodle arm right now.”
“But… what… are we dancing?”
“Not yet, but we’re about to be.”
Keith reluctantly obeys Lance’s instructions. His gloves feel far more constricting than before, and, yep, here comes the sweat. He silently hopes there aren’t pit stains on his suit. And if he starts to smell, too, that’ll be the end of him. No more Keith Kogane.
Lance slowly begins to spin. Completely out of his element, Keith blindly follows. Or at least attempts to.
“You’ve never danced before, have you?” Lance prompts.
“Uh… no…”
“Right. That explains why you’ve stepped on my feet, like, four times now. Even though you’re looking down like a weirdo.” Lance scoffs and shakes his head. The light catches the jewels on his earrings as they swing. “You really never went to any of the Garrison dances?”
“Seriously? Of course not,” Keith huffs.
“Alright, geez, calm down. I should’ve known.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You look way too good in that suit to be giving me such an awful headache,” Lance whines.
He thinks I look good. Keith feels his heart crawl up his throat. That had to be a joke.
“And you look way too good to be giving me shit right now,” Keith quips. Two can play at this game. “But here we are.”
“You think… I look good?”
Keith considers tearing out his own tongue. Maybe it’ll keep him from saying embarrassing things for the rest of the evening. “I mean, Allura and Coran did a good job of making you look like a prince.” Smooth.
“I guess they did,” Lance mutters. He almost sounds… disappointed. “Now, to avoid blowing our cover, please just follow my lead. Okay?”
“Okay.” Keith can’t bring himself to protest. Lance makes a good point. A prince and escort would definitely know how to dance.
Lance resumes turning, carefully guiding Keith along. Other couples smile fondly whenever they pass on the dancefloor. To his delight, by the tenth or so turn, Keith quits stepping on Lance’s feet. They develop a comfortable rhythm, each footfall in time with the beat of the song. As the musicians continue to strum their instruments on stage, Keith takes a second to close his eyes. The melody really is beautiful.
The longer they dance, the closer they seem to get. Keith isn’t sure who’s responsible, but he likes to think they’re both at fault.
Keith inhales Lance, savors the body heat and comfort of being so close without the worry of what others might think. That’s the beauty of disguises. For a time, no matter how brief, you’re someone else. You can do just about anything under the guise of staying in-character.
At least that’s the excuse you can use if someone later questions your actions.
This moment feels fragile to Keith. It’s almost as if he and Lance are an actual couple, dancing together at a party. Keith wonders what it would be like to travel the universe like this. Lance at his side, a steady presence, a constant.
Keith lets himself be a bit selfish. He leans his forehead against Lance’s and breathes. His heart beats a frantic staccato in his chest, but he doesn’t pull away.
And neither does Lance.
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