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navybrat817 · 10 months

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Where We Left Off

Pairing: Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You're in love with your best friend who is determined to make the most of your vacation together. Word Count: Over 1.2k Warnings: Light angst, friends reconnecting, unrequited feelings (or so you think), slight feels (it's me), future fun, Bucky Barnes (yep, he's a warning) A/N: New AU called Reconnect because why not? Meet Dreamboat and Butterfly. For @the-slumberparty 's June's Monthly Challenge : Bikini and Beach, and Smut Hub Summer Camp Bingo @sagechanoafterdark: Choose Your Vibes: Summer. Thank you @flordeamatista for the inspiration and pre-reading! ❤️ Any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It was a couple of summers ago when you realized you were in love with Bucky Barnes. When you looked back on your friendship, you wondered how it took you so long to realize it. Like how his smile made your heart race whenever he looked your way. Or how you found a solid ground and safe space together, each of you able to confide in the other.

He made you feel safe.

"You're my best friend."

Nothing more.

You stared out the living room window with a sigh, the beach house blanketed by the heavy sound of rain. While it had been bright and sunny just minutes ago, the sky was now dark and misty. You shivered as you wrapped your towel tighter around your wet body, enchanted by the summer storm instead of going to your room to change. It figured you'd buy a new swimsuit for the trip and only get to wear it outside for a minute.

"So much for lounging on the beach."

You smiled softly as you glanced at Bucky beside you, who ran a hand through his long, soaked hair. He hadn't bothered to keep his towel after the two of you rushed back inside, clad in just his blue trunks that matched the shade of his eyes. You scolded yourself for letting your gaze roam along his sun kissed, muscular body.

You didn't have the right to look at him that way.

"Yeah. So much for that," you said, the towel doing little to keep you warm as the air conditioner kicked on. "Maybe our punishment for getting started without everyone?"

Steve, another one of Bucky's best friends, put together a weeklong trip for the gang. So far, you and Bucky were the only two at the beach house. Everyone else wasn't going to be there until the evening. That was why you went for an immediate swim once you picked your room. The storm would likely put the group behind even more and now you were stuck inside with Bucky.

Why had you agreed to show up early?

Why did you have to be alone with him?

Why do I have to love him?

"Maybe," he said with a stretch, drawing attention to his wide chest. "Since it doesn't look like it's slowing down at all, why don't we cuddle on the couch? Catch up a bit?"

"Cuddle?" you scoffed, the sound more bitter than you intended as you turned to face him. "Why would we do that?"

A flicker of hurt passed over his eyes before he blinked it away. "Well, for one, you're cold. I can practically hear your teeth chattering," he replied. He wasn't a fan of being cold either, but he always ran warm. "And two, cuddling never bothered you before."

Your stomach flip-flopped. Bucky was right. He was the only male friend you ever snuggled with. Whenever you had a bad day, he didn't hesitate to throw a heavy arm around you and pull you against his chest. On good days, he found an excuse to keep you plastered by his side. He used to do it so often that most people assumed you were dating.

Wishful thinking.

"I'm sorry," you said, giving him the nicest smile you could manage even though it hurt to do so. "Been awhile since it was just the two of us and even longer than that since we cuddled."

The day it clicked that you saw Bucky as more than a friend was the day he introduced you to Dolores. Everyone called her Dot. The beautiful redhead looked good on his arm and you wondered why it wasn't you in her place. But you put on a brave face and smiled, even as your heart shattered. Because Bucky's happiness meant more than your feelings.

It didn't stop you from crying alone in the darkness where no one else could see.

"That's my fault," he whispered, sliding his fingers into his hair again and tugging harshly on the strands. You noticed he did that when he was upset. "And I'm sorry."

"Friendship goes both ways," you pointed out.

"You never faded out of my life when you dated anyone."

They weren't you, Bucky.

"I guess she was different," you smiled sadly.

The two of you still hung out and messaged each other while he dated Dot, but it was always as a group and the daily messages dwindled to chats here and there. You had the feeling that Dot didn't like you very much. In a way, you didn't fault her for that. Maybe she saw through you and knew you wanted Bucky.

Yet he was the one who broke up with her.

"You're allowed to be mad at me," he said as he took your hand and crossed the room to the couch. "I'd be mad at me."

"Right now, I'm just cold," you said, not wanting to dwell on the past. What good would it do?

He nodded slowly, almost like he was disappointed in your response. "Okay."

You shrieked when he pulled the towel away. It wasn't like he hadn't seen you minutes before in your bikini and you swore his gaze lingered on you long enough to consider it staring, but what was he doing? "What the hell?" you asked, but made no move to cover yourself.

Maybe I want him to see that I'm desirable.

Bucky let out a breath as he looked at you, your shivering having nothing to do with the cold. "You said you were cold, so let me warm you up," he urged, grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch before he took a seat. "Please?"

Silence fell over you as you sat down beside him. He wasted no time putting the blanket over you and wrapping his arms around your shaking frame. You breathed in his familiar scent and found yourself fighting off tears, a bittersweet swirl of longing and comfort settling in your chest.

Because he embraced you as if you meant something to him.

"I missed you," he whispered, running a hand along your back.

Your heart clenched, focusing on the rain falling outside in a melancholy rhythm. "I missed you, too."

"But we have each other again."

"I wish that were true," you whispered.

Why did I say that?

His hand stilled, but you were too afraid to look at him. "What do you mean?" he asked.

Panic bubbled in your chest. You couldn't just blurt out your feelings like this. "I just mean you went from a constant to a fleeting moment in my life," you said, which was the truth. "I don't want things to fizzle after we leave."

Bucky used to be the brightest star in your sky. Then he became the shooting star you missed making a wish upon. But you would forever watch the sky if only to get a glimpse of his bright light.

"I'll make it up to you. I have this whole week to start," he promised, rubbing his chin along the top of your head. "I don't care what Steve has planned. I'm all yours."

You squeezed your eyes shut because you knew you'd cry if you didn't. He wasn't yours. Not really.

"I'm yours, too, Bucky."

I always will be.

Surely Bucky will sweep us off our feet, right? Love and thanks! ❤️

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hotvintagepoll · 8 days

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Propaganda

Lupe Vélez (Cuban Love Song, The Girl from Mexico, Naná)—iconic Mexican glamor, known for her dramatic romances and hot temper. she could do unspeakable things <3 to me <3

Greta Garbo (Camille, Anna Karenina, Queen Christina)—Enigmatic and alluring and made me bisexual. The perfect example of the eroticism in silent films that literally transcends text. Could literally not change anything about her expression but you knew by looking at her eyes what she was thinking. She’s so gorgeous.

This is round 4 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Lupe Vélez:

(joint propaganda for del Río and Vélez) When I asked my 58-year-old coworker who I have been keeping updated on the vintage men tournament if there was anyone she wanted me to submit on her behalf, almost immediately she said Dolores del Río, soon followed by her assigned rival by studios (due to being the first major Mexican actresses in Hollywood) Lupe Vélez - which del Río did not play into and Vélez did. We love queens who know what they're about. No drama vs drama for the sake of publicity. These ladies are fantastic, my coworker has excellent taste.

A beautiful girl with a beautiful singing voice. She also loved small dogs.

Garbo:

A cold-ass Swedish WLW Sphinx. Had plans to murder Hitler that she never got around to. "She will remain always a child of vikings, moved about by a snowy dream."

First of all, she's on the money; that's how much of a treasure she is. She's beautiful in such a distinct way you need very few lines to draw her. (Drawing by Einar Nerman) She managed to be mesmerizing in both silent and sound films. She kissed a woman in Queen Christina (and probably several more in real life). She was super dry and really funny in Ninotchka. She got the hell out of Hollywood and stayed out, living for almost 50 years after her retirement.

Garbo is one of the many reasons why I'm gay. If you haven't seen Queen Christina please do, She is so gender in that film. Also her accent makes it sound like she's always talking in cursive and it's so hypnotic (or at least I think so).

She's a gay introvert, like all of us here on Tumblr.

Probabaly a lesbian, absolutely a mood when she retired

Mysterious and aloof, charismatic and enigmatic, with beautiful androgynous characteristics, Garbo is undoubtedly the most eccentric and unique Hollywood vintage star. Her aversion to fame and stardom makes her even more desirable to the audience, and her insane chemistry with the camera, an actress one of a kind! Her particularity and her oddity is what discerns her strongly from her hollywood co workers at the time, noone was like her and would never be like her. I think, to the utmost extent, that she deserves the title of the hottest vintage star, even though that would be an understatement of what she is!

SO gorgeous, her thick Swedish accent makes will turn your brain into pudding

#greta garbo #lupe velez #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 4

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familyabolisher · 3 months

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Could you expand on your thoughts on Amy Parker's Kingdom by the Sea?

The cruelest part is its introduction. Did you realize [Nabokov] killed her off? I didn’t. Who reads an introduction? But it is true. Right away, without ceremony, he undoes her. He anticipates any attempts on the part of her readers to help her, to free her, to resist the text by imagining her beyond its borders, by allowing her, perhaps, an adulthood. He withholds this—the great gift of any fiction—the margin beyond which characters may persist. Before we ever meet her, he nails her down in her coffin. The book is her tomb—she’s walled up in it. He knew what he was doing; he was no fool. He bricks her up with offhanded casualness in the masonry of the book. The only life she is allowed is the life he gives her. Dolly Hayes tries and tries to break through, she is a scintilla in the book, a bright rebellious flicker in the margins. But he is so tightfisted, so malicious—that he will not allow her to draw a single breath in another person’s imagination, let alone her own. I could almost forgive him, I could almost believe those moments when his narrator’s conscience pricks—his beautiful ironies of perspective; in the mournful and sharp fragments of her truth which he allows to break through—if he had only let her to live.

[...]

But nothing can make Dolores die—if death means hold still, if death means that which settles you, that which chloroforms you and pins you like a butterfly to a bit of paper—my little Lo-lepidoptera has more metamorphoses for you. Go ahead. Keep writing Dolores into HHis bed, into her grave. Mock her, love her, murder her, knock her down or knock her up. Lie about her. Dolores will not die. You can’t fix our Dolores with death. You can’t prevent her escape. So play your games. Turn her rape into an origami shape a reader can fold and refold obsessively, or make of her tale a Mobius strip, where Dolores is on both sides and neither. Go on, wax acrobatic, let people peep through the cracks in your voice and play out your end game.

We, her daughters, her granddaughters, her sisters and aunts, we will send Dolores back into the alphabet. She will not die. Unpack her name. Put it through its paces like Proteus. Dolores will find a door, she will always find a door. It is hidden—did you not see it—it is hidden in her name.

^ i don't think this is fair on nabokov and i think this desire to rescue dolores from the narrative and imagine her outside of it or whatever is fundamentally at odds with a coherent engagement with the book -- the attempted totality of humbert's narrative vs the moments where dolores can 'break through,' so to speak, is stronger for that scarcity -- like sorry but i think dolores dying is one of the strongest choices made in the book lmao. i can see what it does for people but personally i find the reluctance to confront dolores' death and account for it as a narratological device rather than a real thing that happened to a real person kind of silly.

#ask #v well-written piece but just not an engagement with lolita that i find useful or interesting

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gamerbearmira · 2 months

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MAMA ISA...BUT WEDDING...

ART AND A SNIPPET??? LETS GOOOO

Ok. I know I haven't posted, but I've been busy 😭😭 LUCKILY, I GOT TIME AND MOTIVATION❗❗ Decided to do a little mama Isa snippet. I want to do Dolores x Mariano mama Isa, but literally I can't find any prompts, and I can't do their wedding cause technically its a spoiler for the main story later on 😭😭

So, Isabela x Canelo <333 Idk, this just came to mind, plus I wanted to draw Isabela in a wedding dress. Cause why not 🌚

LEA GET IT

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Isabela nervously paced the back of the chapel. Everything was fine, everything was perfect. But that didn't make her any less nervous. She was terrified. It was different when it was Dolores and Luisa. But her? It's different now. She didn't know why but she was so jumpy.

Of course, she was ecstatic. She really couldn't imagine this day going any other way. And the family had been so helpful, they had been doing everything in their power to make sure everything went right in the planning. And even today, they made sure that only the best was happening.

And she wasn't having second thoughts. No, she loved Canelo with all her heart, and she honestly couldn't see herself with anyone else. But she was not nervous, she just didn't want anything to wrong. It...it had to be perfect. It had to be.

Isabela kicked away the cactus as she heard the door open. It was Mirabel, Dolores, and Luisa. Isabela's eyes widened as she looked at them.

"W-What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at the altar!" She said, flailing her hands, and Dolores stopped her, getting her to calm down.

"We just wanted to check on you," Dolores said, and Isabela sighed heavily. "Now, what's up?"

"I...I just...I don't want anything to wrong. I know it seems selfish, but I just want this day to be perfect," Isabela said, holding back tears.

"Mamá," Mirabel said, moving closer. "It's not selfish to want your wedding day to be perfect. And it is perfect. You have nothing to be afraid of!"

"Yeah, and Papá is waiting for you. I've never seen him look so excited," Luisa laughed, and Isabela smiled a bit at that. It was clear they were trying to lighten the mood for her.

"Look, Isabela," Dolores said, squeezing her hands. "This is you, and Canelo's day. Everything is about you, and him, no one else."

"But, what if...she...comes?" Isabela said, biting her lip, and a vine wrapped around her ankle. Mirabel kicked it away as Dolores shook her head.

"Papá and Tío Agustín are going to make sure that doesn't happen. Trust me," Dolores said. Isabela seemed to calm down a bit. Dolores readjusted her veil, while Luisa handed Isabela a bouquet; the family insisted Isabela not use her gift for the actual bouquet she was holding. They didn't want her stressing over what it looked like when she was already freaking out about the other flower arrangements.

Dolores pulled the veil over Isabela's face. "You look so beautiful."

Isabela smiled warmly. "Thank you. All of you. I don't know how I would've gotten through this day without you guys."

"Me neither," Mirabel laughed.

"We should go," Luisa reminded them. Dolores nodded, and Luisa and Mirabel left for the main hall.

"Isabela. I promise everything is going great. You look beautiful, and everything is going great. Now all you have to do is walk down the aisle and get married."

"No pressure," Isabela mumbled, a few flowers sprouting in her done-up hair, though neither she nor Dolores made any move to remove the out-of-place flowers. They both knew Canelo liked it when little flowers sprouted in her hair, so it was a nice addition to her appearance.

"You got this," Dolores said, before looking back at her and walking to the main hall, leaving her alone once more.

Isabela looked down at the bouquet for a long time before she finally heard the organ begin to play. Taking a deep breath, she walked up to the doors, which opened. Agustín was waiting near the door, and Isabela swore he looked like he was about to break down and start sobbing.

Isabela grabbed his arm and made her way down the aisle, looking at her soon-to-be husband.

Today was perfect.

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And then Alma walks in.

NAH I'M KISSING I'M KIDDING. But fun fact, she did try to get in Dolores' and Luisa's. Hence why Isabela was so freaked about it happened to her (and later on for the others). But it's cool, Felíx ain't let it happen, and there are a few villagers who helped too.

Ley's say Alma ain't exactly welcome in the town 🌚 (I still love Alma istg)

#my asks are open #my asks #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto isabela #encanto dolores #encanto mirabel #encanto Luisa #encanto agustin #mama isa #mama isa au #mama Isabela au

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Hey would you mind Could you give us a huge insight of Maria and Anastasia Nikolaevna's personalitys? in some rare quotes said by someone who met them both ?

I would love to read more facts and quotes about the little pair .

Hello! Of course! I'm going to split this into two parts: this part will be about Maria, and another post will be about Anastasia.

Here are some rare, lesser known quotes, about Maria Nikolaevna (or writings from Maria herself) that capture her personality well.

"Marie was kindness and unselfishness personified" - Olga Voronova, Upheaval

Letter from Olga to aunt Xenia - "1916 August 26th … Papa brings an attendant with him to dinner, and Mordvinov comes every evening and we torment and scare him. Yesterday we discharged the conductor and drew a beard, moustache and eyebrows with a burnt cork on Marie and put her on the train. Of course, he didn't recognize her, and he was terribly tormented when during a game of hide and seek in the dark, she ran into him in the corridor and rudely pushed him. He said that it was some kind of half-drunk conductor, and found her impudent, because we gave her cigarettes and she paced about importantly, smoking them." - George Hawkins, Correspondence of the Russian Grand Duchesses: Letters of the Daughters of the Last Tsar

"The other Grand Duchesses were still children. Marie Nicholatevna was a robust, well developed little girl with big blue eves, of a typical Russian beauty. She had an excellent memory and every time somathing to be remembered her sisters always turned to her. - Alexander Spiridovitch, Last Years at Tsarskoe Selo, Volume 2

"One day the little Grand Duchess Anastasie was sitting in my lap, coughing and choking away, when the Grand Duchess Marie came to her and putting her face close up to her said, " Baby, darling, cough on me." Greatly amazed, I asked her what she meant, and the dear child said, " I am so sorry to see my dear little sister so ill, and I thought if I could take it from her she would be better." Was it not touching?" - Margaretta Eagar, Six Years at the Russian Court

The following are from George Hawkins, Alexei: Russia's Last Tsesarevich - Letters, diaries and writings - volume 1:

Note from Alexandra to Alexei, dated 1 December 1914: "Don’t tease Maria."

Letter from Tatiana to Alexei, Spring-Summer 1916 "...Taube [patient] (the one with no legs, do you remember him?) and Marie yell so you’d think the whole infirmary can hear them, they make such a fuss, and they all shout and argue. It is awfully funny to watch them."

Letter from Maria to Alexei after Alexei asked Maria to draw Joy the dog: "16 December 1916. My dear darling Alexei! I don’t know how big you want me to draw Joy, but I will give it a go, and if it doesn’t turn out, I can do it again…. I have just tried to sketch Joy but it didn't work out because I don’t really remember what he looks like and it ended up looking nothing like him, so I won’t send it to you. When you bring Joy to me, then I will be able to draw him."

The following are from Joseph T. Fuhrmann, Nicholas II and Alexandra Feodorovna. The complete Wartime Correspondence April 1914 – March 1917:

Alexandra to Nicholas "[January] 24 1915 …Marie stands at the door & alas! picks her nose..."

Alexandra to Nicholas "January 2 1916 …Baby began writing his first diary yesterday. - Marie helped him, his spelling is of course queer."

Alexandra to Nicholas "April 2 1916 …Marie is in a grump mood & grumbles all the time & bellows at one, she & Olga have B. [Codeword for 'Becker', meaning their periods]"

The following are from George Hawkins, Correspondence of the Russian Grand Duchesses: Letters of the Daughters of the Last Tsar:

Fanmail letter from American girl Dolores Sybilla Adam to Olga and Tatiana: "Jan 24 1913 …I cannot ever thank you enough for the picture that was sent to me… But tell me is Marie the only one that ever smiles…?"

Letter from Maria to Tatiana: "Tatiana my darling. Thank you very much for the note and good wishes. Although I have not seen my husband [an inside joke amongst the sisters, most likely referring to their crushes] yet, I did see him in a dream. Today we will go to the Grand Palace and I hope that Provotorov (i.e.: your husband) will tell us a lot of nonsense. It’s boring without you. I hope that I will see ND [Nikolai Dmitrievich Demenkov, her crush] again… 9th Dec. 1914"

Letter from Maria to Olga Voronova: "Dec 29th 1914 …The other day we were at a Christmas party at Mama's nanny school. There are now many children of the reserves, so awfully sweet! We gave them all toys and they rejoiced in them, and each showed his nanny what he received. They are so appetising. Some are very small, some are even only two weeks old. I really love young children, and play with them, holding them in my arms. Do you like little children?"

Letter from Pierre Gilliard to Maria: "10 December 1916 …Be careful, Maria Nikolaevna, if you continue to tease me, I will avenge myself!!!!"

Letter from Olga to Nicholas II: "16 August [circa 1904] - Peterhof. Dear Papa …Maria went to sleep in the afternoon, and Anastasia crept under the mattress and slept there with Maria on top of her. When she got up we all laughed, and so did she." - Maylunas and Mironenko, A Lifelong Passion

Letter from Alexandra to Nicholas: "14 June 1915 - I congratulate you with all my loving heart for our big Marie’s 16th birthday… Pity you are not here. She enjoyed all her presents, I gave her her first ring from us made out of one of my Buchara diamonds. She is so cheery and gay today." - Maylunas and Mironenko, A Lifelong Passion

Letter from Anastasia to Nicholas: "26 August 1915 …I am sitting on the couch near Alexei as he is having dinner with M. Gilliard, while Maria is running around like crazy. …This morning [Doctor] Ostrogorsky came to see me, but Maria and I were still in bed, then Maria covered herself with the blanket, then he entered and listened to my [lungs], but when he finished, I quietly uncovered the blanket and Maria had to climb out, and she was very embarrassed." - Helen Azar, George Hawkins, Anastasia Romanov: The Tsar's Youngest Daughter Speaks Through Her Writings

"When I first knew the Grand Duchess Marie, she was quite a child, but during the Revolution she became very devoted to me, and I to her, and we spent most of our time together — she was a wonderful girl, possessed of tremendous reserve force, and I never realised her unselfish nature until those dreadful days. She too was exceeding fair, dowered with the classic beauty of the Romanoffs; her eyes were dark blue, shaded by long lashes, and she had masses of dark brown hair. Marie was plump, and the Empress often teased her about this; she was not so lively as her sisters, but she was much more decided in her outlook. The Grand Duchess Marie knew at once what she wanted, and why she wanted it." - Lili Dehn, The Real Tsaritsa

"Count Grabbe says of the Tsar's third daughter, clearly his favorite: "With her large gray, luminous eyes, her classical features, and languorous movements, she was the true type of Russian beauty, the most good- natured and artless of the four sisters, with endearing qualities which drew people to her." More outgoing than her older sisters, Maria Nikolaievna loved children and used to talk to soldiers about their families. She knew the names of many of the Koncoy Cossacks and Standart sailors, took an interest in their affairs and managed out of her $9 a month allowance to send little gifts to their children. With all her gentle ways, she was strong and solidly built, like her grandfather Alexander III. Her sisters called her "Mashka" and sometimes "Little Bow-wow."" - Count Alexander Grabbe, The private world of the last Tsar, in the photographs and notes of General Count Alexander Grabbe

"The Grand Duchess Maria Nicholaevna was a young wcnnan of broad build. She was very strong; for example, she could lift me up from the ground. She had lighter hair than Tatiana, but darker than Olga. (Olga Nicholaevna had brown hair, of a golden shade, and Maria Nicholaevna had brown hair with a light shade.) She had very nice, light grey eyes. She was very good looking, but got too thin after her illness. She had a great talent for painting and always liked to exercise it. She played the piano indifferently and was not as capable as Olga or Tatiana. She was modest and simple and probably had the qualities of a good wife and mother. She was fond of children and was inclined to be lazy. She liked Tobolsk and told me that she would be quite happy to stay there. It is quite difficult for me to tell you whom she preferred — her father or her mother." - Examination of Sidney Gibbes, The Last Days of the Romanovs

"The Grand Duchess Maria was eighteen ; she was tall, strong, and better looking than the other sisters. She painted well and was the most amiable. She always used to speak to the soldiers, questioned them, and knew very well the names of their wives, the number of their children, and the amount of land owned by the soldiers. All the intimate affairs in such cases were always known to her. Like the Grand Duchess Olga, she loved her father more than the rest. On account of her simplicity and affability she was given the pet name by the family of "Mashka." And by this term she was called by her brother and by her sisters." - Examination of Commissar E. S. Kobylinsky, The Last Days of the Romanovs

Hope you found it interesting or learnt something new! Will post Anastasia's a little later :)

#Maria Nikolaevna #Maria Romanov #q #ask #answered #Romanov sisters #Romanov family #Imperial Russia #sources

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thewardenofwinter · 1 year

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Writeblr Introduction | Morana Warrin

I have finally created a Tumblr for my writing. I haven't been on here since I just got internet access (around 2013 so you can probably guess the things I saw) but I need a place to throw all my ideas at a wall and watch as they trickle down into a puddle of lost nights of sleep and aesthetic pinterest boards.

▸ About

▸My name is Morana, I would prefer they/them pronouns but, to be frank, I do not care what you refer to me as. I have been writing for a long time (too long if you ask some people) but in the past three years, I have been taking the profession much more seriously in hopes of starting a career. Besides being a writer and a threat to modern society, I also dabble in drawing/graphic design and character design.

▸I adore 19th-century Russian literature (Mikhail Bulgakov is my personal favourite) and absurdist texts. There isn't a moment of my day when I'm not listening to some sort of music, I do not discriminate genres in the slightest but I am partial to rock and its many subgenres. I love any 90s and early 2000s movies, early Hollywood horror flicks, and Soviet films from the 80s.

▸ Current Projects

(I am horrible at summaries so please take pity on me. also check TWs)

The Resurrectioners

You only live twice.

(TW: Mentions of s*icide)

After the deaths of her two sisters in a car crash, twenty-seven-year-old Samara Dombroski decides that her life is no longer worth living and makes a successful attempt at her own life. Only there's one problem:

She doesn’t stay dead for very long.

An indeterminate amount of time later, Samara wakes up in a strange, vast estate plagued by visions of the past that she can’t control. She learns that this place is run by a man known only as The Resurrectionist, a necromancer armed with a group of assassins possessing strange abilities called Resurrectioners, an eclectic group of individuals who all share her story: people who found death by their own hand or by some other tragic means.

Now a resurrectioner herself, Samara must repay the debt of her second chance at life to The Resurrectionist by disposing of cadavers for him: violent, ghoulish beings that result from misused necromancy who feast on flesh and bone. Once she has killed enough to satisfy The Resurrectionist, she will be released from the estate she is trapped in and free to live the rest of her life.

genre: dark fantasy, thriller

What We Undertake

Some things are better left undead.

Guillermo Del Toro's Crimson Peak meets Tim Burton's Sleepy Hollow in this paranormal mystery and gothic romance set in the late 19th century.

Our tale follows one Dolores Clive, resident medium and the daughter of the late Warren Clive, Boston's most beloved undertaker. After her father's death and subsequent take over of the family business, Dolores has become a recluse haunted by ghosts of her past and near future which all comes to head when her step-sister arrives in town with her newly acquired fiancé and his rather strange but beautiful brother in tow following a string of murders.

Genre: horror/supernatural fiction, gothic fiction

The Stray Girls

It's not drugs that are killing these teens.

(TW: Mentions of drugs and alcohol)

Set in the fictional city of Maynard, The Stray Girls is a retelling of The Lost Boys centred around a cast of troubled teen girls set 10 years later in 1997'.

After once again deciding to move across the country with her daughters, Magdelena's mother decides that cheap rent is worth more than her daughter's lives when she moves to Maynard, Washington— which currently boasts the largest missing girl population in the country. While settling into their new home, Magda notices her elder sister Roxanne is beginning to act strange: leaving the house in the middle of the night, wearing sunglasses indoors, and sleeping all day. First suspecting it to be drugs, Magda thinks nothing of it, but as time goes on and her sister's personality makes a sudden shift in the wrong direction, she can no longer pretend like everything is alright. Meeting the group of troubled girls that her sister now calls 'friends' slowly leads her down a path of crime, thrill and peer pressure. But it's not booze that these girls are drinking: it's blood.

Genre: Teen Adventure/Horror

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im-just-a-br0adway-baby · 7 months

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Encantober 2023 Day 8: Question

Julieta has been pregnant with her second child for seven months now, and she has been showered with nothing but affection and support from her family and the rest of the Encanto. She was getting close to the end of her pregnancy, which meant Alma had to bring the spare arepas and take her place in healing the village until her child was seven months old.

Knowing that she was the only one pregnant this time around made Julieta feel a little bit nervous. During her last pregnancy, she had Pepa pregnant with her, so they could work through their pregnancies together. Now, she was on her own. She did not have her sister to let her pregnancy hormones out with her this time; but at least she can support her in other ways. Now that her daughter just turned two years old, and her niece will be two in two weeks, she has even more support than she did in her first pregnancy.

Isabela has especially been excited about the new baby since Julieta announced her pregnancy. She and Dolores have been pretending to feed and change their baby dolls to practice being the best big sister and cousin they could be. Seeing them as excited as they were about the new baby was enough for Julieta to know Isabela was going to be the best big sister and Dolores was going to be the best big cousin.

It was not until one day when the toddlers were playing in the living room and Julieta and Pepa were watching over them when the sisters got the question that would shock them for a while. They did not think they were going to get this question until the girls were at least four years old.

Julieta sat on the couch with Pepa as they watched over their daughters coloring together. When the girls were finished with their pictures, they gave them to their mothers and they looked at them. Isabela’s drawing was of herself and the baby outside on a sunny day next to a tree. She was giving the baby a flower in the picture. Dolores’s picture was of herself and Isabela holding the baby, with Dolores singing a song to her.

“These are such beautiful pictures, mija! We’re going to hang these in the nursery so all three of you can see them,” said Julieta.

“Gracias, mami,” Isabela replied.

The girls climbed onto the couch to sit on their mothers’ laps and hugged them as tightly as they could. Knowing that the baby will have pictures of their big sister and cousin will let her know that she has so much love in this house. Julieta knew the baby will love Isabela and Dolores just as much as they will love her.

“Mami, Tia Juli, we have a question,” Dolores pointed out.

“What is it, mi vida?” Pepa asked.

“Where do babies come from?” Isabela asked.

That was when Julieta and Pepa’s hearts sank in shock. “You want to know… where babies come from?” said Julieta.

“Si.”

“What made you think of that?”

“Baby Luisa is in your tummy. How did the baby get inside you?”

The sisters’ hearts sank even more. They know the stork story is out of the question because Isabela asked how the baby got inside her tummy. They needed to think of something, and fast; because when Isabela asks a question, that’s all she would ask for the entire day. She wanted to know why this and why that. So avoiding the question and changing the subject was not an option for them.

“Querida, do you remember when your abuela told you girls the story of the stork a couple months ago?”

“Si, we remember,” Dolores chimed in.

“Well, there’s more to that story. When a stork comes and delivers that baby, he uses his magic to let the baby grow in a mommy’s tummy for nine months. Then, when the baby is ready to come out, the doctors have to help get the baby out, which is why you see lots of babies being born at the hospital.”

“Is that like where our magic comes from?” Isabela asked.

“It’s kind of where our magic comes from, except the magic is spread all over the Encanto and beyond.” Pepa added.

“So I came from the stork’s magic?” Dolores asked.

“Yes, you did.”

“And me?” Isabela asked.

“You too,” Julieta replied.

“And baby Luisa came from the stork’s magic too?”

“Si, mi amor.”

“I can’t wait for baby Luisa to be born so I can tell her that she came from magic just like us and Casita!”

Isabela and Dolores made their way off of their mothers’ laps and ran upstairs with their pictures. They made their way into the nursery and slammed the door to play some more. Julieta and Pepa sighed in relief when they saw their daughters satisfied with the answer they were given and moving on with a new activity. Crisis averted.

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naoko-world · 2 years

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Mariano isn't smart but he has some deepness in him!

I was talking with my big friend @cavatappi and she posted these headcanons on Mariano to tell me how she was viewing him. And actually I don't entirely agree with her so I was answering to ger by reblog...Before realizing I was starting to make a whole analysis on Mariano so I decided to directly write one instead. Especially since I love Mariano, he's behind Bruno and Camilo in my heart!

Enjoy!

I already watched the movie....27 times! And when paying attention to Mariano I understand him way more than the first time I watched it.

First it's important to say Mariano isn't evil at all. I saw some people headcanoning him as a bad guy, someone who manipulates people, who dates every girl who asks him...And clearly I doesn't agree! Because Mariano is clearly a really sweet guy with a pure heart. A bit dumb too, but a sweet, genuinely kind guy.

You only have to see how he worries about Mirabel to be convinced of it! She's acting strange and he's the only one asking if everything is okay. They hadn't hurried him to propose I'm certain he would have insisted because he clearly feels something is worrying Mirabel.

Speaking about the proposal, something made me wonder...When Agustín is hurrying him to propose he's looking at his grandmother as if asking her for advice. That man is basically in the same boat as Isabela is! He's dotted by his grandmother and doesn't make any decision for himself! Well, maybe I'm exaggerating or interpreting badly but I'm pretty sure that's exactly what his situation is!

Actually I'm pretty sure he never had been in love with Isabela, he was only convinced by his grandmother he had to marry the most perfect girl in the entire Encanto. Especially since each time we see him he's besides his grandma, who is watching him closely. Because she was probably the one telling him he should marry Isabela because she's perfect and he decided he's in love with her as a consequence because it's how it's supposed to be.

And I talk from experience, I already was convinced I was in love with a boy because everyone was saying we are meant for each other because we were friends.

Also I agree with your headcanon @cavatappi he was probably pressured to marry and have children with Isabela. Like Isabela was pressured to marry him.

But then his marriage with Isabela is cancelled because she doesn't love him and is smart enough to know she isn't in love. At that moment he doesn't say Mirabel he wants her or needs her or anything no he says "I just have so much love inside". Because he was in love with the idea to love, not with Isabela.

But then comes Dolores. Dolores tells him what she loves about him and just watch his face! That man is surprised to be love for something else than his looks. Eh! Dolores even NEVER says anything about him being handsome! She says he speaks loudly, he takes care of his mother, makes her proud, and writes poetry! At no moment she talks about how he looks because it's not what made her fall for him.

In my opinion this is how and why he falls in love with Dolores! Because she's the only one to really see him for him and I think it's incredibly beautiful!

Oh yeah and like you @cavatappi I'm convinced it'll take time for the Madrigals to adapt to him switching from Isabela to Dolores. We know Mirabel and Isabela won't mind, they're even the ones who helped them get together, but Agustín, Pepa, Julieta, Camilo and everyone else will struggle to understand why he suddenly loves Dolores while he was supposed to love Isabela. I mean, many fans struggle to understand it! I even saw people drawing him as a bad man (or I saw people shipping him with Mirabel, saying he was actually in love with Mirabel and faked being in love with Isabela...)

Otherwise I actually agree with most of @cavatappi headcanon!

It was a quick analysis of Mariano Guzmán, and I totally wrote that in one hour.

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rebelsandrogues · 9 months

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On Mourning and Radical Music

I was doing my usual morning routine of drinking iced coffee, smoking a cigarette, and checking Twitter on Wednesday when I received a real gut-punch: Shuhada' Sadaqat (better known by her stage name of Sinéad O’Connor) was dead at 56. A beautiful soul, long-time outspoken artist and activist, and an Irish treasure. It hit harder than I’d even realized it would.

Now, to be fair, I do not have an easy time dealing with death, of anything. I sometimes get choked up seeing a cat or dog on the side of the road that has, unfortunately, been hit by a vehicle.

A good number of my personal heroes have, sadly, passed in the last 20+ years of adulthood. The first I was really affected by was Johnny Cash in 2003, but I immediately wondered why this one felt so personal. For the majority of that day I sat alone, revisiting her catalog and thinking about the reasons why. Then it dawned on me: she was one of the first musicians that truly made an impact on me from the very moment of exposure.

I must’ve been 8 or 9, in the early 90s, long before the very small town of my upbringing got MTV or Much Music. Our local TV station aired popular new wave, alt-rock, etc videos from the 80s and very early 90s. I’d stay up on Fridays, at my maternal grandparents’ house, being exposed to the likes of Devo, the Lightning Seeds, the Pet Shop Boys, and Sinéad.

I don’t exactly remember which video it was that I saw first, perhaps “Mandinka” or, most likely, “Nothing Compares 2 U”, but I distinctly remember being enthralled by something that was completely out of the ordinary and emotive, an experience I wouldn’t begin to even understand until I was much older. I was experiencing a *very* radical artist for the first time.

Now, I’m very fortunate that, for the majority of my nearly 40 years on this spinning rock, I’ve constantly been surrounded by good music. My parents are two sides of the same coin. My dad was a 70s rocker. He loves Skynyrd, Zeppelin, Bob Seger (who he’s always reminded me of), the Who, etc. Hell, he followed ZZ Top around for a while in his late teens. My mom, she was more into singer-songwriters like Neil Young, Dan Fogelberg, and, her absolute teenage favorite, John Denver (whom she invited to her high school graduation, but that’s a story for another time).

Needless to say, I had very early exposure to fantastic bands and musicians.

Now, an older cousin and her then-boyfriend enter the conversation. They loved R.E.M. (who had filmed a video in my hometown, and had album art created by a local folk artist), 10,000 Maniacs, L7, and loads of 80s “College Rock”. Her boyfriend first played me the Ramones, Minor Threat, and Black Flag around age 10. None of which I really unpacked the impact of until I was in my late mid-late teens. Thinking back on it, this early exposure set me on a course of fierce independence and learning all I could about both the musicians I loved, but also the underpinnings of what made their art special.

I remember the infamous SNL episode where O’Connor ripped up a picture of Pope John Paul II. I was nearly 10 at the time, but didn’t understand what it meant until a couple of decades later. Yet, that influence percolated, subconsciously, for so long.

Shortly after, I was exposed to the Cranberries, led by Dolores O’Riordan (another Irish treasure). I bought the cassette singles of “Linger” and “Dreams”. Then, “No Need to Argue” followed. I was immediately taken aback by it. “Zombie” is, of course, the best known song, but “Dreaming My Dreams”, “I Can’t Be With You”, “Ridiculous Thoughts”. Honestly, every track resonated with 11 year old me. I spent much of 4th grade drawing what I saw in my head as scenes from the song “Zombie”. These days I would probably have faced VERY bad consequences for that, but this was 1994. When I got my first guitar at age 12, that was the first song I learned.

In 5th grade a friend loaned me a cassette copy of the Crow soundtrack. Amidst making mix tapes of alt-rock songs off the radio, this was a turning point. Stone Temple Pilots’ “Big Empty” all but knocked me over the first time I heard it. And, as one does, I rewound and played it over and over and over.

I distinctly remember sitting outside, waiting for my grandmother to pick me up from school, with my Walkman and headphones on. I listened to that tape and my mixes (which included Gin Blossoms, R.E.M., Hootie and the Blowfish, along with many others), thinking “I’m so much cooler than all of you”.

This music was an escape. It was something that gave me life. It was something that made me feel different from everyone else stuck listening to the pop music of the era. It was special, it was my secret.

Middle school brought more discovery of punk rock (Green Day’s “Dookie”, Rancid’s “…And Out Come the Wolves”, and other typical mid-90s shit) along with ska. I was “technically” only allowed to listen to Christian music (goth bless my grandma, who didn’t give a shit one way or another, I was the favorite grandchild). This, in turn, led me to discovering Five Iron Frenzy.

They were a loosely “Christian” band that wrote songs about the removal of indigenous peoples because of manifest destiny, songs critiquing capitalism, songs about accepting people for who they were (there’s a song on a late 90s EP about the singer finding out Freddie Mercury was gay and working through it). I credit them, in retrospect, for a lot of my political and religious evolution (the band was full of communists, anarchists, and atheists).

At this point in time, the underground music scenes were pretty mixed. Very vocal bands that held varying beliefs, all played together, supported each other, exposed small-town kids, like myself, to many points of view. I read liner notes like novels, taking in every word, researching (as best I could, this was before we had the internet at home) and trying to find the bands mentioned in the “thank you” section. I was seeking out more of this feeling that had captivated me at such an early age.

I��d spend the next, nearly, 20 years playing in bands, always chasing the same feeling that felt as special as those early days of my musical journey.

I am a consummate student of music, it was (and still is) my first, and biggest love. As time has rolled on, I’ve discovered so many artists that have made me feel like I’m engaged in a secret many do not know.

In reality, that’s not at all the case. Many of these bands and musicians are widely revered, but none-the-less radical in context. From the blues of Sonhouse, to Sister Rosetta Tharpe, to Little Richard, to Link Wray, to the New York Dolls and the proto-punk of the 70s, to more modern bands like Pissed Jeans or Uniform or Soul Glo, it’s still my main love and fully has my heart.

All of this to say, I’m so happy that Ms. O’Connor, in some way, played a part in this. That, at almost 40 years of age, these artists still keep me on my toes. They continue to bring me joy and comfort. I’m eternally grateful that the ones named (and the thousands I didn’t name) existed/continue to exist, in some way. I hope they continue to inspire and change the lives of other kids like me that find out about them and feel like they hold the secret to life.

Rest in power to her and the other real heroes we’ve lost. Their impact will continue to be felt because of the art they created, and those who continue to be inspired by it.

#sinead o'connor #punk rock #inspiration #activism #music #essay

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mmollymercury · 1 year

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Encantober, day 30 ~ Milk🍼🍼🤱🤱

Of course milk is a prompt😭😭 I mean, it was bound to happen. To all the new/unaware encanto fans, I'm seriously sorry, this must be so confusing😭

A continuation of yesterday's drawing! Dolores has given birth to her first baby👶👶 Breastfeeding is natural and beautiful so don't say anything otherwise or I'll scream😤😤

+ I've been brainstorming on what the baby could grow up to be,, at first, I was just gonna draw a generic baby and not really think abt the character, but I had fun thinking abt all the different powers the baby could have, since I wanna make them autistic coded lol. Eventually, I decided on a girl, who like me, thinks visually and imagines up elaborate scenarios, but unlike me, has the ability to project those detailed, visual thoughts into reality💞 her name is: ✨Vera✨ Idk it just spoke to me lol. Yes she inherited the gap in Pepa’s teeth😭

After the family started to work through their issues, I think they decided to be more,, laid back with the whole 'colour coordination' thing. Free expression and all that. Vera has some rainbow earrings from her grandmother and her first cousin once removed: Mirabel(who she just calls tia Mirabel), embroiders all her clothes, they brainstorm designs together😇😇 she loves colourful things!

Tomorrow is the final day. I'm so happy I've been able to draw EVERYDAY so far for this challenge, seriously, it blows my mind, I never thought I'd be able to complete one of these 'daily challenge' things. HOWEVER if you haven't done everyday, that doesn't invalidate the work you did or the time you put into that work, whatever people felt comfortable with doing is amazing and still a massive achievement! Same goes for if you didn't participate. All of you should be proud! Do something sweet for yourselves💖💖💖💞💞

#encanto #encantober #dolores madrigal #mariano guzman #encanto oc #encanto fanart #dolores x mariano #dolores is autistic #and so is her daughter #vera madrigal #maybe ill do other drawings of her who knows #my art #molly's encantober #traditional art #coloured pencils #💫my art🎨

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itsbooktimepeople · 1 year

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Lolita

★★★★☆

Before reviewing this, I want to make it clear that the description of the book is, at least in my opinion, wrong. Lolita is not a love story. It begins with Humbert Humbert recalling his past and his first love, but the plot picks up when he rents a room in the Haze house and is enchanted with the landlady's twelve-year-old daughter, Dolores, whom he refers to as Lolita. Humbert marries Dolores's mother in order to get closer to her, and eventually kidnaps Lolita and subjects her to repeated rape. So. Not really a romantic tale.

However, I think the misinterpretation is part of why Lolita is so good. In the afterword, Nabokov says that he despises themes and symbolism, which are strange words from someone whose book is absolutely packed with them. I think Lolita is a warning not to trust appearances, and not to be deceived by beauty. Humbert Humbert is educated and good-looking and everything that people tend to trust and listen to, but he turns out to be an awful person. Similarly, the style in which this book is written is mesmerizing and wonderful, which might trick the reader into thinking it's a love story, but misinterpreting this book is missing its message: that beautiful words do not equal a beautiful story.

And speaking of beautiful words, Nabokov's writing is superb. The first paragraph is all it takes to draw you in. I thought it was funny that in the afterword he complained about how writing in English was nothing compared to writing in Russian, yet demonstrated mastery of the English language in this novel. Honestly, it feels like reading poetry. Nabokov plays with words, focuses on their sounds, and even invents his own when the narrative calls for it, and the result is splendid.

I'm rating it four stars instead of five for two reasons. One, the copy I was reading from was super faded in a couple of areas, and I sometimes couldn't make out the words (which isn't the book's fault, but it was detrimental to my experience). Two, all the French! If you speak French, you'll probably get more out of this novel than I did, because when it came to the French sentences I skipped over them by making funny noises in my head. There's a lot of them, too, and for monolingual people such as myself, they are a struggle to get through. However, neither of these factors prevented me from enjoying this book.

Only a few books are a pleasure to read and still a pleasure to analyze, and Lolita is one of them, which is why I would recommend it to everyone, even people who don't consider themselves fans of classic lit. I look forward to reading more of Nabokov's novels in the future.

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never-wake-up · 1 year

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J'ai publié 5 073 fois en 2022

C'est 4 339 billets de plus qu'en 2021 !

24 billets créés (0%)

5 049 billets reblogués (100%)

Les blogs que j'ai le plus reblogués :

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J'ai étiqueté 207 billets en 2022

#mbs - 3 billets

#caleb widogast - 3 billets

#i wanted to die /j - 3 billets

#prev tags - 3 billets

#when i wake up at 3a.m. to have a literary breakthrough fill two whole pages of notes and crash back into my bed - 2 billets

#lemony snicket - 2 billets

#vfd - 2 billets

#all the bright places - 2 billets

#it's beautiful - 2 billets

#and the three other walls are covered in drawings and paintings i made - 2 billets

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#btw i'm not a native english speaker so i didn't know what oc meant. i thought it was the characters that you used to represent yourself.

Mes billets vedette en 2022 :

n°5

I want a "that's not how the story goes" but for the Mysterious Benedict Society. Just nice music and fluff.

You might think these 4 children will find happiness and that's how the story goes :D

7 notes - publié le 4 avril 2022

n°4

Love it when people latch onto characters that I enjoy but don't feel really connected to like yes, it's your blorbo from my show <3

7 notes - publié le 2 mars 2022

n°3

Get you a man that loves you like Lemony loves Beatrice

8 notes - publié le 28 septembre 2022

n°2

So I had a dream and Mr.Oshiro was my teacher. He would send gigantic emails to the referent teacher about how good of a class we were, like several big ass messages a day and they were all formatted like this (italics included) :

lorem ipsum DOLOR sit amet, CONSECTETUR ADIPISCING elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt UT labore et dolore MAGNA aliqua. ut enim ad minim VENIAM, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea COMMODO consequat.

And then my ref teacher got mad and told him to stop sending her so many emails and I woke up.

Anyway now Mr.Oshiro writes emails like this and it is canon sorry 😔

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Mon billet n°1 en 2022

Don't know if that has been made before but :)

51 notes - publié le 8 mars 2022

Obtenez votre année 2022 en revue sur Tumblr →

#tumblr2022 #année en revue #mon année tumblr 2022 en revue #votre année tumblr en revue #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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bongo50ize · 1 year

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Brezzihaly spa day between lovers

Description: brezziana and mihaly make a day at a spa and talk their secret

Danceverse Crew house Brezziana can be seen working out in her bedroom. suddenly she hears a knock on the door it's Mihaly who comes into the room she says: BREZZY I have a surprise for you. Brezziana she said: what is the mi surprise? Mihaly: it's a place where you'll love you'll take your bathing suit? Brezziana she said: ok I come with you mi. Mihaly walking to the front door she was saying: Brezziana and I are going out. Wanderlust he says: okay. when you come back tonight I'm going out with Jack. one hour later they arrived at the Brezziana spa she was very happy to have her surprise she said: wow thank you very much mi. Mihaly she said: it was almost nothing at all.when are they both home. Dolores she said: oh hello Mihaly and Brezziana what can I do for you.Mihaly she says oh hello Dolores what are you doing here.Dolores she says: at the moment I am doing an internship at the spa and you?Mihaly she says: we have a moment with friends. 10 minutes later they are in the massage room having their back massaged.Brezziana she says: mi I like it and that it's the first time.Mihaly she said: yes I know I'm used to it, I often come here.Brezziana she said: do you remember after karaoke night we fell asleep outside?Mihaly she said: yes I remember I said "I don't remember she both laughed. 10 minutes later they are in the jacuzzi Brezziana she says: I've never been relaxed all my life.Mihaly she said: oh I used to come to the jacuzzi Brezziana she says: mi it's time to kiss when there is no one Mihaly she checks who there is nobody and she says: it's beautiful there is nobody we can kiss.Mihaly and Brezziana who starts to share a kiss suddenly someone is coming it's Tina and her boyfriend.Mihaly and Brezziana she stopped kissing and she looked blushing Mihaly she says hello Tina what are you doing here.Tina: I just had a hot tub with my boyfriend.then he's talking about their secret Brezziana she says: I begin. once i spied jack singing in his room. don't tell jack. Mihaly she says: once I was in the shower I forgot to buy some shower gel so I took Sara's. Don't tell Sara.Tina she said: when my boyfriend went to sleep on the sofa I drew the mustaches.suddenly Tania's boyfriend was upset.Tania's boyfriend he said: WHAT??Mihaly and Brezziana it was. shocked after wardsshe starts to come out of the jacuzzi and they went home.suddenly they see Wanderlust disguised as a pirate. Brezziana she said: Wanderlust what are you doing disguised as a pirate. Wanderlust he blushed he said: I'm going out with Jack with friends. Brezziana she said: thank you mi it's the most beautiful sea outing I've ever had.Mihaly she says: you're welcome, you're happy Brezzi

I made a drawing but I made a sheet of paper and I made 4 lines per drawing. my drawings they are not badly missed but I tried to progress. it's better i'll do on pc

#just dance #just dance brezziana #jd mihaly #wanderlust jd #jd dolores #just dance 2023

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kirric-the-fan · 2 years

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The Siren's Siren

Pirate au drabble

Dolores is smitten by the young man who softly speaks poetry into the night, but her gift and their lives hold them apart. She asks her papa for some help. (Love, angst, good papa Félix)

It's been so long that she's not sure when she first heard him anymore, that day his quiet voice first fell upon her ears, slowing her route through the village with its whispers and promises of gem-like oceans and buttery summers.

It was strange prose, but there was something about the way it was so earnestly spoken, each word read with a passion that sung of its owner's convictions of all the beauty in the world. An artist, painting the quiet back alleys with his heart. And her, his only audience. She would listen, joy in this strange music and close her eyes long after, drawing his warming tones to peace and sleep with a sigh.

His words would stay with her long after they'd sailed.

It was ironic that she, of all people, fell to another's voice. Even after getting her own gift, Dolores still wondered if the mythical siren was real. Now she wondered if someone had found one far, far out to sea and someone dropped it back here to torment her in kind, drawing her back again and again. But no-one else seemed to hear this siren's call, dozens of others walking by with impunity, barely a flicker of acknowledgment that anyone even spoke a word at all.

She was caught by it, snatching what opportunities ashore to return and drift on by, spending hours whiling away in the company of his dulcet tones. But always just out of sight. Always the quiet observer, the silent, obscured audience. She didn't want to scare him away.

She found out a little about him. A villager, Mariano, his name. Unlike many who took even occasional turns aboard, he never strayed onto the ship. A mother to look after: him, her only son. It was why she had rarely seen him before, and now she knew of him, she missed his omission dearly.

The absence hurt, but it was as much a blessing as a curse. It was agony to be away for so long (how long could a few hours feel? A day? A week? Yet her thoughts barely left his side), but she knew he was safer back onshore. Their life was a dangerous one, and would be doubly so under the captaincy of a disapproving mother. It was probably just as well he stayed ashore: she was sure she wouldn't have been able to withstand the torment of having him so close.

She could barely stand it now. It had been many visits before she had plucked up the courage to spy her strange siren, only to have her heart grow and thump so hard that she thought it might beat out her lungs and her eyes from the very chest, his image haunting her, filling her mind with blankets of tantalising possibilities that she knew she could never have.

Because she was cursed.

She'd had boyfriends before. Fine young men and sailors who had swept to her side, professing their love and adoration in sweet nothings before sweeping her off her feet and fulfilling her every dream. But dreams became boring, sweet became sickly, and sooner or later she turned each of them away, gossiped whispers of her errant powers running rogue ringing too true to ignore. She couldn't help it, the giggled wishes of her desires seeming to all too easily come true.

Much of her power was in song, but there was something about love that seemed to pull it through.

She hated it.

And she loved him.

"What do I do?"

Dolores paced from one side of the hold to the other, her papa watching from his barrel. There was no-one else around down there, the distant creak of wood and footsteps far enough away to ensure their privacy.

"Maybe you should just talk to him."

"I can't! What if I say the wrong thing? What if my 'gift' does something, and he can't say no- I don't want that to happen!"

"Maybe it won't." Félix tried. He tried to inject a bit of optimism, but he could see it in her eyes, that growing panic that swelled like a storm, forever threatening to break.

"But what if it does?" Dolores spun, tense and pole-like around herself, just beyond his reach. "I can't do that to him. I might not even notice- I can't" she gasped the words. "I want this to be real, so badly, but how can I know if every word I say could slip into control?"

"You're not going to know unless you say something, and nothing will happen or change until you try. You need to talk to him."

"How can I? When I think of him, my heart rushes like the fiercest wave. When I hear him, my soul settles like the hundred hues of sunset on an evening beach! When I see him, I can't help but smile like my world's already complete: I just think to speak of him and my heart is full of cheer and every word is a song!" Her eyes widened at her words, realisation crashing over with the snap of her hands as they slammed over her lips, tears trickling at her cheeks and quickly turning into a flood.

"Lola, eyyy, mija..." Félix wrapped her into his arms as she sobbed, holding her close.

"I don't want to use it! But I can't! I- I-" She tried to wipe back the snotty tears, garbled over hitching empty breaths that caught in the middle of nowhere. "I don't want him to like me just because of my gift!" she wailed.

"Shhh, shhhh, it's okay." Could nothing hurt as much as love? He soothed down her back, wishing his assurances could do more, iron out this misery she found her caught in, even take away her 'gift' just for a day or two. She may be nearly twenty, but she was still his little girl, and he would move the world for her.

But for now he let her cry freely, releasing her sorrow into the world.

As she grew quiet, he shifted slightly and picked his moment. "Have you thought about writing?" he said carefully.

She paused, mid-hiccup, her voice still nasally and muffled where she half pressed into him. "Writing?"

"Yeah, letters. You know, your pen and paper thing your ma insisted on you learning?" He pulled her back a little, so she could see his smile. "You can say hello, tell him how you feel."

Dolores seemed to have short-circuited, her mouth widening and closing in a great O like some gulping fish, her eyes frozen open in kind.

"No chance of your gift being used that way, and you can send back letters whilst you're out on the ship! And!" Félix gleamed, sloshing about in his barrel as he raised a finger. "And you can even exchange poetry if you wanted!"

Dolores let out a squeak, tinted five shades redder and became a lot heavier in his arm as she wobbled, almost falling to the floor. Félix had a terrible moment where he thought he might have taken it a bit too far, but she managed to find herself again, rising, a hand to her head.

"Letters..." she wondered, dazed. Félix almost had to hide a chuckle. Such were the trials and tribulations of youth, and love. But her tears were gone, replaced by opportunity.

Félix saw an opportunity too, propping one elbow up on the rim and rolling into casual conversation. "You know, I'd lend you my papers but..." He flicked some water at her, drawing a small 'eep!' and then a smile as she splashed back at him too.

He feigned being hit, slumping back into the water. "Oh nooo...you got me(!)" Her smile grew, her shoulders easing back almost into a chuckle and that was enough, he knew, to break the hold her worries had on her. Something set right with the world again.

She stood a little straighter, the fire behind her still puffy eyes shining a bit brighter, hands curling, itching in on themselves as her mind turned.

"I think Mirabel still has some." She flustered, "papers, I mean." She tended to collect them, drawing up all sorts of maps and diagrams in her spare time of the places they'd been. Dolores hovered, fidgeting still.

Félix saw, and smiled. She was so like her mother at times, not that Pepa would let anyone see. "Go on," he nodded to the door, "you've got this." It was all the encouragement she needed, turning, almost running along as she disappeared down the ship. He watched her go with a smile, his chest welling up. "Go get 'em."

(Ty for reading! Prompted by this ask here from @consistantly-changing , based on my pirate AU, intro over here! Askbox is open as always!)

#Encanto #kirric's encanto pirate au #dolores madrigal #mariano guzmán #félix madrigal

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Luisa came into the school gymnasium with several boxes of decorations and put them down next to Senora Herrera, her guidance counselor who was also the head of the school’s Prom Committee. She took one of the boxes from the tower and took out a pack of streamers and three plastic table cloths. Gabriela walked towards the tower of boxes to see Luisa next to her, taking out more decorations.

“The decorations look great! Our Winter Wonderland prom is going to be running smoothly if we continue at this pace,” Gabriela said as she showed Luisa a detailed sketch of what she envisioned the gym to look like with the decorations intact.

Luisa sat on the bleachers next to Gabriela. “I’ve been waiting for prom since Isabela and Dolores told me about their prom three years ago. I was planning dress ideas with Mirabel since the beginning of the school year, and I’m planning on going dress shopping with Mami soon. You and Nova should come with us!”

Gabriela’s face lit up when she suggested going dress shopping with the Madrigals. “I would love to come with you, Luisa!”

“Awesome! Papi is great friends with the dress shop owner in the Encanto, and Isabela and Dolores got their prom dresses from her. Isabela will be coming with us since she chose her own prom dress and gave Dolores pointers on hers, and they both ended up with two of the most beautiful dresses in their graduating class.”

“Can you ask your mama when we head back to Casita?”

“Absolutely! She would love for you and Nova to come with us!”

Luisa and Gabriela got back to Casita to see Julieta with a fresh batch of arepas on the kitchen counter. Julieta gave her middle daughter a hug and a kiss on the cheek and Gabriela a light squeeze on the hand.

“How was your day today, ninas?” Julieta asked as she moved the batch of arepas closer to Luisa and Gabriela.

“It was great! The decorations just got delivered today and Gabriela has the perfect map of what the gym will look like!” Luisa replied before she took a bite of her arepa.

Gabriela took out her sketch pad and opened it up to the page of the sketch of the school gymnasium. “We were thinking of doing a Winter Wonderland prom this year. Here’s what I was thinking in regards to the setup.”

Julieta took a look at the sketch. It showed the gym being covered to the brim with the decorations they decided to use. “It looks like you have a vision of what you want for prom.”

“I wanted to make sure the map was as detailed as I could draw so Senora Herrerra could know what I envisioned the gym to look like on prom night,” Gabriela explained before she took a bite of her arepa.

The three talked some more about prom until Mirabel made her way downstairs and into the kitchen. Her face lit up when she saw Gabriela with Luisa. Ever since her gift ceremony, Gabriela was her main source of support besides Luisa and her parents. Once she got to middle school, she developed a closer bond with Gabriela when she started tutoring her in science and helping her with homework. She gave her mother and sister a hug and a kiss on the cheek and Gabriela a small squeeze to her hand that Julieta gave her.

“Hola, Luisa, Gabriela! How was your day today?”

“We just had our Prom Committee meeting after school. We just got the decorations delivered and we should be getting started on booking the band soon.”

Mirabel took a bite of her arepa. “Eso es genial! I can’t wait to see your dresses!”

“Speaking of, mama, I wanted to ask you if Gabriela and Nova can come with us dress shopping when it comes time?”

“Absolutely! You know we love to have you and your mama in our company.”

“I’ll ask mi mama if we can come when I get home. Mirabel, are you ready for your homework help?”

“Yep! My books are in my room. Let’s go!”

Mirabel and Gabriela made their way upstairs to her room as Luisa waved at her sister and her best friend. She finished her second arepa quietly as she stared at Gabriela heading upstairs with Mirabel and Julieta got the pots out to make dinner.

“Luisa, do you have something on your mind? You’re not usually this quiet when Gabriela’s here to tutor Mirabel.”

“It’s just that… I just… Mama, do you remember your prom?”

Julieta put the pots down and made her way to the kitchen table next to Luisa. “Is there something about prom that’s bothering you?”

Luisa hesitated before she began to answer. “I… really want to ask Gabriela to be my date to prom… but I don’t know exactly how to do it. I want it to be memorable, but I know she’s not into all that over the top stuff. Also, there’s this other girl, Sonia, who’s in her A.P. Art class, that she’s been talking about quite a lot, and I feel like she likes her a lot.”

Julieta held her middle daughter’s hand before responding. “It sounds like you really like Gabriela in that way, too. And I’m going to be honest with you, when I asked your papi to my prom when I was your age, I was feeling the same way. We’ve been dating for several months prior, but I was still nervous about asking him because I didn’t want to surprise him so much that he ended up injuring himself so severely that even I couldn’t help him.”

“Did he end up reacting that way when you did prompose to him?”

“Kind of… I got help from your tia Pepa and your tio Bruno to prepare the promposal, and we did it in the gym after school so there wasn’t a large crowd around. We knew that would put him in a permanent shock. We didn’t know that he would still be in shock regardless of how private it was. Once your papi came into the gym and saw Pepa, Bruno, and I hold up the letter signs, he fainted! He was so shocked that I asked him to prom; he fainted and we needed to take him to the nurse’s office!”

Luisa let out a light chuckle as she finished her arepa. “Did you still give him a spare arepa while he was in the nurse’s office?”

Julieta chuckled back. “Corazon, I only heal injuries and minor illnesses, I can’t wake people up when they’re unconscious. But I did give him one to heal the bump he made on his head when he hit the floor.” She put the pot of boiling water on the stove and turned it on. “After he woke up, he finally gave a response and said yes. It was the happiest day of my life at the time and we ended up having the most magical night of our teenage lives.”

Luisa got up from her stool and grabbed a book out of her backpack. “Does that mean Gabriela’s going to faint if I ever asked her?”

“No! That’s not what I’m saying at all! What I’m saying is that it’s okay if you’re feeling nervous about asking Gabriela to prom. Even if you think she likes someone else, you should shoot your shot anyway. The worst that could happen is that she rejects it.”

“So you think Gabriela’s going to say no!?”

Julieta paused before putting the vegetables in the pot of boiling water. “Amor, Gabriela’s not going to say no. She cherishes you and the friendship you built together all these years, and she’s visibly become a lot more confident since you became friends. Nova has told me many times about how she keeps talking about you in high regards.”

Right on cue, Pepa made her way in the kitchen with Antonio in her arms and put him down when she saw Julieta and Luisa. She put her school book on the table and Pepa sat next to her.

“Tia Pepa, do you remember anything about what happened when Tio Felix asked you to his prom? I know you didn’t start dating until after he graduated.”

“She wants to ask Gabriela to prom but she’s nervous,” Julieta interrupted.

Pepa giggled and held Luisa’s hand on the table. “I remember he asked me to meet him at the school’s courtyard after school one day. He planned this elaborate promposal for me and even got Julieta, Bruno, and Agustin involved. I never admitted it until our eighteenth birthday, but I already liked Felix at the time, but never had the words to tell him until then. Once I made my way to the courtyard, I saw Felix in front and he led me over to Julieta, Bruno, and Agustin, who held up the most elaborate poster anyone could have created and I produced so many rainbows that the entire school came out to watch!”

“Were you embarrassed?”

“I was pretty embarrassed. I had the entire school staring at my rainbows that I had to hide in the bathroom until everything calmed down and Felix agreed to walk me back home. I said yes on the way back home so he didn’t feel like he was left hanging.”

“Are you saying that Gabriela might react the same way?”

“Well, she doesn’t have any gift that could potentially draw attention to her, so I don’t think she needs to worry about the whole school staring at her.”

Luisa finished her third arepa before giving her mother and tia a hug. They knew just as well as her that Gabriela hated large crowds, so they wanted to make sure Luisa plans a promposal that she would remember, without stressing her out.

“Gracias, mami, tia; I think I have something in mind that she would appreciate.”

Right after the conversation ended, Gabriela and Mirabel came back downstairs and into the kitchen to see Pepa and Antonio with Julieta and Luisa. Antonio ran over to Gabriela and she picked him up in a hug.

“Hola, Gabriela! I haven’t seen you in a long time! How has Lucia been?”

Lucia, Gabriela and Jose’s nine-year-old sister, has been close with the Madrigals, mostly Mirabel and Antonio, since Nova announced she was having another baby. She was considered another sister to the Madrigal grandkids.

“She’s been great! She just got accepted in the Gifted and Talented program for the fall, so she’s going to have her hands full next year. But things will be winding down once your gift ceremony rolls around so she’s excited to see that!”

Antonio gave Gabriela another hug before she put him back down. She went over to Pepa to give her a hug as Pepa’s rainbow shone bright above her and Gabriela. “Tia Pepa! How have you been? I’ve been so busy with the school’s Prom Committee that it feels like forever since I last saw you!”

Ever since Gabriela first became friends with Luisa, Pepa has approached Gabriela with the most caring demeanor for her, since they understood each other so well. Since then, Gabriela has seen Pepa as her own tia.

“I’ve been pretty good. Controlling my gift has been difficult but other than that, things have been bueno.”

“That’s good to hear. By the way, this may be a far-fetched question, but our prom is going to be Winter Wonderland themed, and I was wondering if you would be able to make it snow on prom night.”

Pepa smiled lightly and blushed. “I mean, I still don’t really have full control of my gift just yet, but I’ll try, just for you.”

Gabriela squealed and gave Pepa a hug. Pepa hugged her back and Luisa joined in. Julieta turned the stove off and headed back to the kitchen table.

“Luisa, Mirabel, let everyone else know that dinner’s ready. Pepa and I will set the table. Gabriela, would you like to help us set the table?”

“Absolutely! Gracias, Julieta.”

Several weeks have passed, and Luisa thought of the perfect promposal for Gabriela, with the help of Mirabel for setting it up. She asked her to meet her in the courtyard after school and made sure they were alone so she did not feel uncomfortable. She also asked Isabela and Dolores to meet her outside the courtyard so they could help her with performing the promposal. She asked them to hide in the bushes until she gave them the cue to come out.

Gabriela made her way to the school’s courtyard to see Luisa sitting at the picnic bench in the middle alone. Luisa waved at Gabriela to get her attention and she sat next to her and dropped her backpack and put it under the bench.

“Why did you want to meet me here, Luisa? Was there something you wanted to tell me in private?”

Luisa paused before she replied. “Kind of. I just wanted to tell you… you know that I cherished our friendship throughout the years, and I really want our last few months of school to be just as special.” Luisa subtly winked at the bush and Isabela and Dolores came out with letter signs spelling “PROM.” She walked over to her older sister and cousin. “I just want to know, Gabriela Perez, will you go to prom with me?”

Gabriela smiled and ran over to Luisa to give her a hug. “I would love to, Luisa! I’ve wanted to ask you but I never really had the words to do so.”

“Really? I was scared you were going to say no.”

“What made you think that?”

“I’ve been noticing you hanging out with Sonia and talking about her a lot, and I thought that you… liked her and wanted to ask her.”

“Oh; we had a really big project for A.P. Art that we paired up for, and that was eating up a lot of my time. She’s sweet, and I know I told you how much she has helped me, but it was not nearly as much as you have. I was actually scared YOU were going to say no because I thought I was going to mess up that badly.”

Isabela and Dolores looked at each other, smiled, and high-fived each other. Luisa and Gabriela hugged once more as Isabela and Dolores walked towards them to hug Luisa. They let each other go before Gabriela wriggled her way out.

“Do you guys want to come by my house tonight? I know I have to tutor Mirabel today but we can stop by your house to pick her up. Besides, Jose misses you two and he and Lucia want to see you guys again.”

“Sure! I’m sure Mira wouldn’t mind doing the tutoring session at your house. Besides, Lucia will be very happy to see her again.”

The months leading up to prom were the busiest for Luisa and Gabriela. Isabela helped them pick out their dresses and they never felt more beautiful. The weekend before prom, Julieta and Nova took the girls to get gel manicures and pedicures, which they had fun with together. The day of prom was the day their entire senior class left school early to get their hair and makeup done and take pictures before heading to the school.

Luisa and Gabriela went to the hair salon together and Isabela offered to do their makeup. Julieta and Nova wanted to get pictures of their daughters in front of Casita with their friends. Sonia came with her date, Juan, who was a junior, and they had a fun time talking with each other and getting pictures with Casita. Jose and Lucia also came to Casita to see the Madrigals, and they got the chance to talk and catch up with everyone.

“Luisa! I want to say that you look like a princess in your dress!” Lucia said when she walked up to Luisa and Gabriela.

“Gracias, Lucia. I do hope you get the chance to feel like a princess when you’re our age and going to your prom.” Lucia gave Luisa a hug and she lifted her up. Antonio came up to Gabriela and she lifted him also.

“You also look like a princess,” Antonio said to Gabriela.

“Gracias, Antonio. I know Lucia has been saying that to me since she first saw me in the dress, but it’s still sweet to hear it from you.”

Gabriela put Antonio down and he ran back to Mirabel. They both came up to Luisa and Gabriela and gave both of them a hug. Julieta and Pepa followed suit, along with Isabela and Dolores. Agustin, Felix, and Camilo, until Nova, Jose, and Lucia joined in and the Madrigals and the Perezes formed a group hug.

Once it was time to leave, the group bid one more goodbye to their families and made their way to the school together. While they were walking, Luisa noticed Gabriela limping her way a little bit.

“Gabriela, what’s the matter? Are you hurt?”

“Kind of; it’s just that I don’t normally wear heels so my feet hurt a little bit. But it sucks because I’m really excited to dance with everyone tonight.”

Luisa held her date’s hand as they continued walking. “You know, you can take your shoes off when you want to dance. And if you ever need a break, you can come to me and we can sit in the courtyard together.”

Gabriela hugged Luisa one more time and right in that moment, they made it to the school. Luisa’s entire senior class was there, plus several others coming as dates, and everyone was greeting each other before heading into the gym for the event. While Luisa was greeting the rest of her friends, she noticed Gabriela staying closer to her and not saying anything to anyone, even though she knew half of her class pretty well. Luisa always knew Gabriela was shy, especially around large crowds, but she also noticed how much her face lit up when she talked about how excited she was for prom.

Luisa grabbed Gabriela’s hand again and smiled at her. Gabriela looked at Luisa and smiled at her back. She squeezed her hand lightly to signal that she wants her to meet her friends in her other classes. She walked up to her friend and gave her a shy wave.

“Hola; my name is Gabriela Perez. Luisa and I are in the same literature and choir class and we’ve been friends since we were six.”

Hola, Gabriela! My name is Rosaria; I’m in Luisa’s history class. She’s been telling me all about you! ¡Es un placer conocerte!”

Rosaria came to Gabriela for a hug, but before she could touch her, Luisa tapped on her shoulder and whispered in her ear. Rosaria then gave Gabriela’s hand a light squeeze. It always made Gabriela feel welcome to know that Luisa will remind all her other friends of what Gabriela is and is not comfortable with, and that those friends will accommodate her.

Once the senior class finished greeting each other, everyone made their way into the school and headed straight to the gym. It was decorated just like how Gabriela envisioned the gym would look like in her sketches. Blue and white balloons decorated the gym from top to bottom, with a projection of snowflakes on the walls. Gabriela cried tears of joy when she saw her sketches come to life.

Luisa and Gabriela sat at a table with Sonia, Juan, Rosaria, and her date, Santiago, and they spent the night talking and dancing with each other. Once the first slow song came on, Gabriela tugged onto Luisa’s dress lightly and they made their way to the dance floor. The girls held each other and danced to the music.

“Luisa, I want to let you know that tonight was really the best night of my life. At first, I was kind of scared that it was not going to go as well as I thought it was going to be, but I’m having fun and meeting your friends was pretty awesome.”

Luisa smiled and blushed as she looked up at Gabriela. “I’m going to be honest; I was also scared you weren’t going to have a great time. I understand how important it is to you that everything turns out the way it does in your head, and I know that it takes a while for you to warm up to a lot of people in one place. I’m just happy you’re having a great time.”

Gabriela and Luisa looked at each other again until Gabriela reached up to Luisa and gave her a kiss on the lips to Luisa’s shock. It felt like the world stopped at that moment and fireworks went off in their lips. The kiss only lasted for ten seconds, but for Luisa, it felt like a lifetime. She grabbed Gabriela by the back of her head and kissed her again to feel her lips once more. They wanted to make sure the kiss lasted as long as they could because they did not want to let each other go.

Once the song ended, Senora Herrera made her way on the stage and to the microphone, holding an envelope. Luisa and Gabriela unlocked lips to listen to their guidance counselor’s speech to end the night.

“Damas y caballeros, before we end our night, it is time to announce our prom royalty! For the last two months, we asked you, the entire senior class, to cast your votes on who you wanted to become this year’s royalty.” The gym bursted with applause before Senora Herrera opened the envelope to announce the year’s prom royalty. “And our prom royalty is… Luisa Madrigal and Gabriela Perez!”

Luisa and Gabriela began crying tears of joy when they made their way to the stage. Senora Hererra put the tiaras on the girls’ heads, and put on their sashes, reading “ROYALTY” on them. Luisa made her way to the microphone to give her speech.

“Wow, I never thought I was going to be prom royalty, let alone with my best friend of almost twelve years! I’m not really the best with speeches, but I guess I can give a couple of thank yous. Of course, I want to thank Senora Hererra, for planning such an amazing prom this year and offering Gabriela’s and my help. I also want to thank the entire senior class for nominating us this year. But most of all, I want to thank Gabriela, for being the best friend I could ask for, who has spent countless hours helping my family and me, and being the biggest source of support for us. I don’t think I would be on this stage talking to you right now if it weren’t for her.”

The class applauded once more as Gabriela hugged Luisa. The yearbook photographer made his way on the stage and took a picture of Luisa and Gabriela in their sashes and tiaras. As the night winded down, Luisa and Gabriela continued dancing for the rest of the night until one more treat was given to the class.

Before the night ended, Sonia ran up to the stage and grabbed the mic from Luisa. “It’s actually snowing outside! Everyone, look!” she exclaimed as everyone in the gym made their way to the windows to see the Encanto covered in snow. Luisa and Gabriela were the last ones to run to the windows to squeeze through everyone and see the snow.

Right at that moment, Luisa noticed Pepa standing close to a shrubbery with her cloud right above her. Pepa waved at Luisa and she waved back at her tia. Gabriela noticed Pepa and also waved at her.

“She really did it! She kept her promise and made it snow at our prom!” Gabriela said excitedly as the crowd made their way back outside to dance in the snow. Luisa and Gabriela were once again the last ones to make it outside to see their entire class having the time of their lives in the snow. Gabriela ran up to Pepa and gave her the tightest hug imaginable before going back up to Luisa and dancing with her for the rest of the night until it was time to go home.

Gabriela stayed at Casita in Luisa’s room, but Luisa had to carry Gabriela back to Casita. She plopped her on her bed and layed down next to her. They both smiled and snuggled each other, drifting to sleep. They were going to remember tonight as being the best night of their lives.

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