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"Fuck the pain away, my bed is in ruins, need you in my veins, don't know how you do it.
Come and leave your mark, Vandalize my heart"
#damirae#damianxraven#ravenxdamian#rachel roth#damian al ghul#damian wayne#vandalize es bellisima#gracias one ok rock#shingado quiero que hagan algo chido con Raven y Damian en los comics
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Somewhere In The Haze (Got A Sense I’d Been Betrayed) | Ona Batlle
warnings: angst
word count: 2352
summary: your sweet dream with ona is over
chosen song: the great war by taylor swift
a/n: chapter 1/6 of you were bigger than the whole sky (you were more than just a short time)
It was the start of the end really, when you’d proposed to Ona only to have her turn you down and leave shortly after.
It had been a last ditch, desperate attempt to give the love of your life, someone you had once known like the words to a favourite song, the something she’d been searching for. Only it wasn’t what she was searching for and it brought about the loss of well, pretty much everything you had ever known.
Just like that the sweet dream (that you once thought would be your reality) was over.
******
You had just stepped into a cafe when your past makes the most heartstopping of moments, in the form of a rather clumsy woman who bumps into you.
It takes you less than a second to recognise her, all too familiar chocolate brown eyes meeting yours.
Ona was always a heartstopper for you but now when it was least likely that you would see her again? It nearly makes you fall over.
Luckily (or unluckily) for you, Ona is there to catch you.
‘You okay am-?’
It’s only because of your sheer embarrassment that your fellow Spaniard’s slip of tongue goes unnoticed.
‘Y-yeah I’m fine.’ You stammer, twisting out of her hold and stepping back rapidly.
Her hand on your back was bringing back too many memories so you cast a glance back at her and run.
******
Millie is the first person you call, shaky sobs punctuating your words as you tell her who you had run into.
The English woman comes over immediately, enveloping you in a tight hug and letting you cry.
She rocks you back and forth, murmuring soothing words until you exhaust yourself.
There’s no more tears from you, just a question that you voice fragilely, ‘Why is she back?’
******
That question is answered when you wake in the morning and find a text from the one person who used to be your everything (it hurt you endlessly that she still is despite all she had done).
(Ona) 08:17
‘Hola. Can we talk please?’
Sighing, you rub your temple before typing out an answer. This was going to backfire, you just knew it.
(You) 09:23
‘Ok.’
Ellipses appear immediately and you frown, wondering if she had been glued to her phone and waiting for your answer.
(Ona) 09.23
‘Gracias. Will that cafe at 11am today be alright?’
(You) 09.24
‘Sí.’
Once upon a time, you would have replied to her texts with a lot more words and a lot more enthusiasm.
******
It’s in the middle of summer that your fourteen year old self checks your phone to see a message from your girlfriend.
(Ona) 15.07
‘Mi vida do you want to come over? I miss you.’
(You) 15.08
‘Oni we just saw each other this morning.’
‘But yes I miss you too.’
(Ona) 15.08
‘Yes!’
‘Does this mean you’re coming over now?’
(You) 15.09
‘Sí.’
‘Is the other reason you’re so excited for me to go over because you need help with your homework?’
(Ona) 15.09
‘No…’
(You) 15.09
‘You sure?’
(Ona) 15.10
‘Okay yes but it’s science and you know how much I don’t like it.’
‘I’ll bribe you with kisses?’
‘Please mi amor?’
(You) 15.11
‘I knew it. I’m already on my way :)’
(Ona) 15.11
‘Muchas gracias.’
******
Now thirteen years later, you don’t text Ona to let her know you’re on your way.
You simply show up at the Barcelona player’s requested timing and settle yourself at a small table in the corner. It would be a big lie on your part, if you were to say you weren’t nervous.
This cafe is around the corner from your place (the place that you and Ona used to share) and you have been a regular here for years.
It was purely an accident that you’d discovered the little cafe but the unassuming neutral decor, book shelves and square tables set with mismatched mason jars holding two or three wildflowers was an environment that you had felt at ease in immediately.
This was the place you and Ona used to eat brunch at, when you had the rare day off.
It pulls you out of your head, when you see her standing in front of you, an anxious smile on her face as she softly asks, ‘Is this seat taken?’
Ona’s face was once as familiar to you as your own. You had known every freckle, every dimple (had even pressed your lips onto each one of them, once upon a time) that she had called hers.
Now, you didn’t. You haven’t even properly seen her face in almost three years. It was part of your ‘No Ona’ rule.
The ‘No Ona’ rule had been brought into existence one night after you had broken down sobbing when an Instagram post featuring Ona from Barcelona had shown up on your feed.
In summary, the ‘No Ona’ rule meant that you unfollowed her, the Spanish national team and Barcelona on all your social medias to prevent more breakdowns on your part.
It included your teammates not mentioning Ona as long as you were within earshot. It had also resulted in you taking down every post that showed Ona from your social medias (there were a lot. and they now resided in your archive because deleting them was an unbearable idea).
This removal of photos was reflected in your apartment too (those photos were in a box hidden deep in your closet because like the digital photos, you could not bear to get rid of them permanently).
So having not seen Ona properly in years, it’s predictable that you stare speechless at her for a moment, a moment long enough that Ona begins to look unsure of herself.
Shaking your head quickly, you gesture for the fullback to take a seat, still not trusting yourself to form coherent sentences.
‘Thanks.’ Ona says.
It seems that Ona too, can’t look away, her brown eyes fixed on yours as she sits.
She fiddles with the strings of her cream hoodie until she awkwardly breaks the silence with a tiny, ‘Hi.’
If it were in the circumstances of before (there would only ever be one before for you), you would have laughed at her cuteness.
In the after, you respond in like, giving her a quiet, ‘Hola.’
The painful silence resumes and you silently thank the waiter that interrupts to take your coffee orders.
‘I’ll just take a hot chocolate please.’
Ona’s lips quirk up into a smile once the waiter leaves, ‘You still don’t drink coffee.’
You take her cue, smiling slightly as you answer, ‘I don’t.’
‘How are you?’
‘I’m good.’
‘How have you been?’
‘I’m good too.’
Ona’s smile falters and you know exactly what she’s thinking because you’re thinking it too.
Fuck this is painful.
******
Conversations with Ona are your favourite thing.
Sharing kisses with her is a close second and laying with your head in her lap as she plays with your hair is third.
At sixteen and having all three with her in this moment, you think you might just be about to float with happiness.
‘Mi amor did you know that raccoons have feet that can rotate 180°?’
‘No I didn’t, thank you for sharing that with me baby.’
Ona plants a little kiss on your lips and you grin.
No matter what either of you said, it was never awkward between both of you.
******
The former Manchester United player swallows hard. She reaches her hand across the table before remembering and stopping herself.
‘I’m sorry for bumping into you yesterday.’ She tries.
‘It’s fine.’ You answer but an emotion you can’t quite describe flashes across Ona’s face.
‘No. No it’s not.’
‘No?’
Ona shakes her head.
‘I’m sorry. I had this all rehearsed but it’s coming out all wrong.’
She looks close to tears and you reach out to grab her hand.
‘Take your time.’
The Spaniard flinches but quickly recovers, bringing her free hand up to cover yours.
‘Gracias.’ She whispers.
Withdrawing your hand, you wait patiently for her to compose herself.
‘It’s been a while.’ Ona starts.
You hum in acknowledgement. (a while was a gross understatement, it had been forever)
******
Being separated from Ona was something you hated.
From the moment you met, you had never once been separated for more than a day. Except for the time you went on a family holiday to Italy and after Ona suffered her ankle injury in the U20 World Cup.
For the first, you had called whenever you could and texted pretty much constantly, to the point where your parents had joked that they should have simply invited her along.
For the second, being separated from Ona for three weeks was agony. You missed her so badly that if it wasn’t for your dedication to your teammates and your determination to win it for your injured girlfriend, you would have gone home to her.
Those three weeks without her had been forever then.
If you’d told your nineteen year old self that you would have spent the last three years apart from Ona, she would have been absolutely sure you were crazy.
******
It’s your turn to almost cry, blinking at the table in an attempt to keep the tears at bay.
‘It’s been a while and I-I’ll be in England for a bit. More specifically, I’ll be in Manchester for a bit.’
‘Oh.’ You stare blankly at her, wondering what possible reason she could have to return. It certainly wasn’t for you because you weren’t enough for her all those years ago, so why would you be now?
‘Escúchame please. I won’t be in your way, I’ll make sure our paths never cross if you want so. If I meet up with your current teammates, my old United teammates, I’ll make sure it won’t concern you.’ Ona rushes out.
‘Ona-’
‘I promise.’ She swears, without waiting for you to finish.
‘Ona you don’t have to do that.’
‘My friends, they’re your friends too and it would be unfair of me to keep you from seeing them just because we broke up. I don’t want us to have to be the kind of exes that have to geographically divide the city.’
The woman sitting across from you stares in shock. She hadn’t expected you to be so nice to her. Then again Ona should never have doubted you, your kindness knew no limits, even when she knew she didn’t deserve it.
******
‘Want to share my granola bar? We can split it in half if you’re hungry?’
The offer startles the smaller girl sitting beside you (in the years to come, Ona shoots up to become taller than you).
She looks up, brown eyes wide as she questions, ‘Are you sure? I don’t want you to be hungry too.’
‘I’m sure. I won’t be, I promise.’ You nod at her rapidly, willing her to accept the snack. All your other new teammates were eating too and you didn’t want the pretty girl with freckles to feel left out (you might have been only twelve but she’s the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen).
‘Okay.’ She shyly agrees and you smile, breaking the granola bar in two so that she can have half.
‘Gracias.’ She smiles, gently taking it from you.
In between nibbles of the small snack, you get her to open up and learn that her name is Ona and that she loves cheetahs.
******
It’s that memory that has you shocking Ona further.
‘Can we go on a date?’
Your ex nearly spits out her mouthful of coffee.
‘W-What?’ She chokes out.
‘Friend dates Ona. You were my best friend before you were my girlfriend. I’ve missed that. I miss you and if you are going to be in Manchester…I’d like to get to know you again.’ You clarify.
This was definitely silly, reckless (and possibly astronomically stupid) of you but you needed to try. You needed to understand why she left you like she did.
Your heart rate increases as you wait for her to respond. Here you were, putting yourself out again, risking your already broken heart.
******
‘Ona? Please just come to bed.’ You beg.
Your twenty four year old girlfriend was curled on the couch, staring unblinkingly at the wall opposite.
It had been like this for weeks now. Ona had pulled away and stopped touching you. She stopped kissing you, stopped talking to you and now, wouldn’t share the same bed as you (in the days to come, she stops looking at you).
You couldn’t sleep without her but like with each previous development, you respected her space.
Despite how much pain you were in, you gave her what she wanted.
There was no warning, no indication that she would start pulling away. It was just one less thing every day. (until eventually there was nothing)
‘Mi amor please. Please.’
Your voice cracks on the last word. There are tears falling down your cheeks now but your girlfriend doesn’t respond. She doesn’t even look up.
As you let out a sob and walk back to your bedroom, you come to the heartbreaking realisation that you’d lost her.
That was the night you really knew you had lost her.
******
Ona scans your face, looking for any sign of the anger and resentment that should be there.
Instead, all she finds is resignation, sorrow and hurt, under the anxiety that you show as you wait for her answer.
Above all that though, she can see hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe you could get to know each other again.
In an instant, Ona’s mind is made up. She can’t find it in herself to inflict any more suffering on you and this olive branch that you were extending, it gave her the chance to attempt to make things up to you (she was determined to do everything she possibly could to try).
‘I’d like that.’
The soft words and the matching soft smile on her face makes that little glimmer of hope that you have, glow.
Spanish Translations:
amor - love
hola - hi/hello
gracias - thank you
sí - yes
mi vida - my life
muchas gracias - thank you so much
escúchame - listen to me
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Mirabel's Super Secret Adventure
Chapter Preview: Eventually, the quiet was broken by the crunch of pebbles beneath slowly moving feet. Mirabel gulped and squeezed her eyes shut, hoping it was one of her parents, sisters, or older cousins.
Tío Bruno turned and his arm tightened around her by the tiniest fraction. She stifled a groan and opened her mouth to apologize.
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12. By the River
Mirabel didn’t make it past the backyard.
“Whoa, hey, hey, kid, where you going?” Tío Bruno appeared seemingly out of nowhere to block her path, holding up his hands.
“I- I-, Away. I messed up, Tío Bruno, I ruined everything,” Mirabel struggled to get the words out, her voice sounded small and miserable.
“No you didn’t. A-and even if you had. So what? You’re just going to leave?”
“Sí,” she dodged around him and started running towards the divide. At first she didn’t think Tío Bruno was going to follow, she could faintly hear him saying something to someone behind her, then he caught up with her.
He jogged beside her, and didn’t say anything, he just stayed with her. Before long, she was feeling winded, so she slowed back down to a walk. Tío Bruno slowed down as well.
He wasn’t even close to winded.
She knew he ran recreationally, and had been doing so for years, but come on. He was fifty!
As they reached the break in the mountains, Mirabel expected him to try and stop her again, but he didn’t. He just walked with her until they were out of the valley, standing in front of a river.
Finally, Tío Bruno asked, “Now what?”
Mirabel blew out a long breath and all but collapsed onto the nearest rock, “I don’t know.”
He sighed and sat with her, “W-would it be alright if I hugged you? Would that be ok?”
Mirabel blinked back tears, then nodded. Soon, Tío Bruno had wrapped an arm around her, and pulled her into his side. She sniffled, and leaned on him.
“You guessed wrong,” she mumbled, after a while.
“What’s that?”
“You guessed wrong,” she repeated, louder and clearer, “I wasn’t in that vision because I was going to fix things, I was in it b-because I’m the one that ruined everything.”
“Now hold on-.”
“No, it’s true. I-I figured out it was Abuela. Abuela was the one that felt disconnected,” Mirabel said, “she was in pain, wasn’t she? She, I don’t know, m-maybe the pressure of being the village leader was getting to her? She was the only one left to be hurting and instead of helping her I-I-.”
“You pointed out that she acts like our gifts are more important than our family,” Tío Bruno finished, “yeah, I heard. I also heard you stick up for me. That’s-, gracias, for that. U-usually the only one who does things l-like that is Leandra. O-or my sisters, but it usually doesn’t work as much when they do it. They- it sort of makes them feel- they give up sometimes.”
Mirabel sniffled again, but didn’t say anything.
“Let’s be honest here kid, it uh, you weren’t wrong,” Tío Bruno said, sounding as tired as his eye bags always made him look, “well! You were a little wrong. She does love us, it’s just… You remember what I said about me freaking out after marrying Leandra? How I was trying to earn love I already had?”
“Sí?”
“Mamá has been doing the same thing,” he looked out at the river and thought for a beat, then continued, “I’ve seen what’s out there, a-and I understand why she’s so afraid of losing the miracle. I think that may have been-. Abuela has been getting-. I should have said something. I-I saw the effect Abuela was having on everybody, the way the pressure was hurting us, but I just-. I didn’t realize how bad it was until I heard you yelling at her.”
He shrugged, jostling her. She could sense he had more to say, so she waited.
“I’ve spent so long trying to quietly patch the cracks, it wasn’t until you stood up to her that it even occurred to me they were coming from our foundation,” he shook his head, “I don’t know where I thought-. I really did believe the cracks were from somebody else. It just never occurred to me that she could even-.”
“She always seemed invincible,” Mirabel muttered, “no matter what was happening, it never seemed like-. If we hadn’t already eliminated everyone else it never would have occurred to me to check on her.”
Tío Bruno nodded, “Sí. I always knew she was afraid of losing the miracle, but I never thought that fear could hurt her, or us, this much.”
“A-and I just made it worse,” Mirabel felt her voice crack, tears spilled out of her and she had to take long, even breaths to keep herself from sobbing. And even those breaths kept hitching and wobbling.
Tío Bruno twisted on the rock so he could hold her with both arms, gently, he rubbed her back and let her cry on him.
“Somebody had to tell her she was hurting people, or it wouldn’t have mattered what we did, the cracks would have come back,” Tío Bruno whispered, “and all us adults failed to speak up when we had the chance. That’s why you were in that vision mija, because you were always going to be the one to expose the cracks that have been there all along. You didn’t ruin anything Mirabel.”
A few heartfelt sobs broke free and she waited until she had them back under control to say, “Stop being so nice to me. I destroyed our house.”
“Meh, the house was coming down with or without you,” he said, voice casual, “you just made it happen a little faster.”
Mirabel laughed a little, then cried a lot more. Eventually, she sighed and just leaned on her Tío. He pressed a kiss into her hair, then slowly loosened his hold so they were once again side by side, facing the river.
They sat for what must have been a millennium, Tío Bruno didn’t say anything else. He held her and let her work through her thoughts.
“I owe Abuela an apology,” Mirabel muttered.
“Myeh, I might be biased because you stopped her from killing me, b-but I feel like she maybe should apologize first.”
She wanted to agree, but wasn’t sure she had the right. So she didn’t say anything for a while.
Eventually, however, she said, “I’m going to miss Casita.”
“Oh,” Tío Bruno breathed, he paused and when he spoke again his voice was tight and creaky, “yeah. M-me too.”
They sighed in unison. Staring out at the river Mirabel thought about Casita, and knew Tío Bruno was doing the same. The silence that settled once more over them was now punctuated by quiet sniffles from both of them.
Eventually, the quiet was broken by the crunch of pebbles beneath slowly moving feet. Mirabel gulped and squeezed her eyes shut, hoping it was one of her parents, sisters, or older cousins.
Tío Bruno turned and his arm tightened around her by the tiniest fraction. She stifled a groan and opened her mouth to apologize.
“She didn’t do this,” Tío Bruno said, before she could get a word out, his raspy voice taking shape as a growl, “she only wanted to help. I’m the one who lied. A-and then I was the one who told her to do everything else. I was like go! And she was like pfft! I don’t care what you think of me, but if you’re too stubborn to see how much she loves this family-!”
“I know Brunito,” Abuela said, voice soft, “I know.”
“Oh,” that seemed to take the wind out of his sails, and in different circumstances, Mirabel would have been amused, “w-well good. That’s uh, that’s good.”
She heard Abuela sigh, deeply.
Tío Bruno cleared his throat, uncomfortably, “So umm…?”
“You are so like your father,” Abuela whispered, “always jumping to protect the ones you love, even when-. Even when all you can do is-.”
She cut off and Mirabel lifted her head from her Tío’s shoulder. Abuela was standing on the shore of the river, looking out at something only she could see. Her eyes shined with unshed tears.
Both Bruno and Mirabel waited in silence.
“I’ve never been able to bring myself to come back here,” Abuela finally said, "this is where our miracle..."
It clicked, “This is where Abuelo…?”
She nodded mutely. A tear slipped free from her lashes and trailed down her cheek. Then she closed her eyes and hung her head.
“Mamá,” Tío Bruno said, voice pained. He looked to Mirabel for permission and when she nodded, stood and wrapped his arms around his mother. She allowed him to hold her, then lead her to the rock so she could sit where he had sat besides Mirabel.
“I thought I would be a different woman,” she said, “I thought we would have a different life. I-. Your Abuelo and I were from a town much larger than Encanto, growing up there was nothing like the childhoods you have had here. There were so many people. We didn’t meet until we were adults, not even in passing.”
“You uh, you never told me how you and Pá met,” Tío Bruno prompted gently.
She swallowed thickly, “Have I told you anything about him? I-I can’t recall.”
“No,” Mirabel said, fascinated by the turn this conversation was taking, “all we know is- is-.”
All they knew was how he’d died.
While they waited for her to start talking Tío Bruno kneeled beside them.
“We met by accident, on Dia de las Velitas, at the sermon for- or was it one of the games? Well, I didn't watch it, whatever it was. I-, it was crowded and I had arrived late, I was at the very back of the crowd and couldn’t see a thing. So, I climbed onto a lamppost. I looked up, I don’t remember why, but I looked up and… A butterfly, a butterfly crossed in front of me and I was watching it, and it passed by him next. By my Pedro. He was so handsome, he had had the same idea as me and stood there above the crowd. I’ll never forget how he looked that first time I saw him,” she smiled softly, “the butterfly caught his eye and when he looked past it, he caught me staring at him. He waved so I waved back and almost fell off my lamppost. He- we were too far away for me to hear his laugh, but I could see his smile and it made me feel-. From that first smile I knew I was going to fall for him.”
She took a stuttering breath, and Tío Bruno rubbed her back. Mirabel took one of her hands.
“It started with grabbing some food after the ceremony, and then we were seeing each other any chance we got. Before long he had proposed and we were planning our lives, together,” she put the emphasis on that last word and Mirabel’s heart broke for her, “we got married, got a place of our own, a-and got ready to start a family. He was apprenticing with the shoe cobbler, and writing on the side and I-I thought I would be a cobbler’s wife. I thought I would handle the front of the shop while he worked. I thought our children- if we had a son that he would-. I thought we would have a different life.”
Mirabel looked over at Tío Bruno and tried imagining him wearing a cobbler’s apron. She found that no matter what she did, she couldn’t make the image fit. From the way his eyes briefly lost focus, then his mouth twisted, he was having the same problem.
“We were a little worried when we found out we were having triplets, I was young and we were a lot more reliant on money out there. However, Pedro was so… excited, i-it was impossible to let my fears drag me down, his joy was too great to be overshadowed by any fear,” Abuela gave Tío Bruno a tight smile, “you may have gotten your bravery from him, but I’m afraid you got your tendency to worry from me. That was how we were. I could worry because he never let me sink too low, and he could breeze through life because I made sure his feet stayed on the ground. We- sometimes it felt like we were made for eachother, as if god himself crafted us to-, to-.”
She paused, taking deep breaths. They waited patiently, until she had calmed herself down enough to keep going.
Then Abuela smiled softly.
“When I gave birth to the three of you, I thought that was the hardest thing I would ever do, and that it would be the happiest day of my life. You were born in the morning. Pedro took care of you while I rested and recovered as much as one can from that sort of thing in a day. I remember lying in bed, listening to him making up songs to sing to you. Mostly just nonsense, explaining what he was doing, begging you not to cry too loud so I could nap, or even just your names over and over,” she chuckled and shook her head, “that was the happiest I’ve ever been.”
Slowly, the smile faded away.
“Then the sun set.”
Abuela didn’t say anything else for a long time, but then, she didn’t need to. They knew what came next, Abuela and Pedro were forced to leave their home, they fled into the rainforest with other refugees only for the raiders they were fleeing to follow them. Abuelo made his sacrifice, the miracle was born, and the rest was history.
Only now, with this new context, Mirabel understood how dark their family’s darkest hour really had been. She could see clearer than ever the grief stricken woman that had lost her husband, the life she had, even the person she had been, crying by the river. She could practically hear her Abuela’s sobs of fresh anguish echoing through the trees. For the first time Mirabel understood how much Abuela had lost, and how much she had survived.
She understood the price that was paid for their family’s miracle.
Was it worth it? Could anything ever be truly worth that?
She looked up at Tío Bruno, who frequently experienced migraines due to his gift. And he looked back at her, maybe thinking about how much trouble he went through to protect her from the consequences of being giftless.
Then Abuela said, “With the miracle I never had to worry that my children would know the same grief I had. I never wanted you to know.”
Tío Bruno’s face crumpled and he went from rubbing Abuela’s back to holding her again. He gently pressed his forehead to the crown of her head, like he used to do when he was comforting his children after nightmares or skinned knees. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, and smiled sadly.
“With the miracle protecting us, I never had to worry I’d lose you too,” she whispered, then turned to look at Mirabel, “I was so desperate to keep it, to protect it, I forgot who the miracle was for.”
Mirabel squeezed her hand.
Abuela shook her head, sighing gustily, “I was never meant to do this alone. I was never-, Pedro was the one who knew how to protect us without squeezing too tight. I-I am so sorry. All I wanted-, I have hurt you, I have made you feel-. I am so sorry.”
Mirabel took her hand from Abuela’s so she could wrap her in a hug instead, she pressed her eyes shut as a few sympathetic tears slipped out. Tío Bruno shifted to accommodate her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder so the three of them were in one big group hug. She heard Abuela take a few shaky breaths.
Mirabel opened her eyes.
In the middle of the river, a golden butterfly landed on a long blade of grass.
She almost laughed. How could this possibly be the way things were supposed to go? Then again. How could things ever have gone any other way?
Tío Bruno was so focused on Abuela, he didn’t notice the butterfly, so Mirabel stood and pulled Abuela up with her. With her chin, she pointed it out, and even though Abuela didn’t know what Mirabel did, she looked at it with wonder. Slowly, they waded through the water so they could get closer. Tío Bruno started to follow them, then his eyes found the butterfly and a look of understanding passed over his face.
There was no surprise, and only the barest hint of relief as he made eye contact with her. He smiled at Mirabel, and nodded once. Then held back.
So, Mirabel led Abuela into the river alone.
For a second she stared at the butterfly, just trying to figure out what to say, then she started with a whispered, “Thank you, for telling me about Abuelo. I want to know as much about him as-. Anything you can share.”
Abuela turned from the butterfly to look at Mirabel, something shining in her eyes Mirabel couldn’t place.
It was funny, Mirabel had gotten so good at reading everybody in the family except Abuela. It was just that Abuela had always seemed above the rest of the family, somehow, she was the leader, the center, but not quite one of them. How had it never occurred to Mirabel how lonely it must be?
“Thank you for-, we have a home, a-a safe village, a loving family because of you, because of everything you did and survived. Thank you,” Mirabel all but whispered, the words feeling inadequate in the face of what she now understood, “You lost so much, and then gave us everything. I can’t imagine-.”
“And I don’t want you to,” Abuela insisted, gently cupping Mirabel’s cheek, “I have always wanted to shield you from all that. And I’m sorry that I let what it did to me hurt you.”
Mirabel shook her head, “Abuela, you’re my family. If this-. I don’t want to be shielded from you.”
Abuela drew a sharp breath in through her nose, then she smiled, tears running down her cheeks, “Ay, Mirabel, you could hold the whole world in your heart.”
She wasn’t sure which of them started the hug, but she suddenly found herself holding her Abuela tightly, both of them crying. Mirabel felt lighter than she could ever remember feeling, as her tears slowly dried up, she gave her Abuela one last squeeze. When she let her go, she gasped.
Surrounding them was a whirlwind of hundreds, maybe thousands of golden butterflies. They flew in a spiral, slowly rising into the sky. They trailed up and off flying back towards the Encanto. Mirabel smiled at them as she watched them go.
A/N: I headcanon that the musical numbers actually happen in canon and are a side effect of magic BUT I hate writing songfics and can not write music to save my life. So, I have decided to ignore my own personal headcanon for the sake of my sanity. Which meant I had to figure out how Abuela would tell the story of how she met Pedro.
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🎶✨when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask/tag 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) 🎶✨
Muchas gracias por la etiqueta, @bl-sims-anime me ha encantado oir tus canciones número 1 de siempre 💘
I wanted to put more but it only says 5 so I've put the five that came to my mind first (no order of preference or anything), although there are more 💘🛹💕
1.- 宇多田ヒカル - 『Passion ～single version～』 (Wonk uoy naht noitceffa erom deen I, Riku 🥺)
宇多田ヒカル - 『Sanctuary』 (This is the English version but have a little bit different lyric and meaning)
2.- ONE OK ROCK - 『Wherever you are』 (Every time I hear it I think about Ryuuya and Icaro)
3.- 宇多田ヒカル - 『誓い』 (嘘つきだった僕には戻れない
朝日色の指輪にしよう❤️💙)
宇多田ヒカル - 『Don't Think Twice』 (This is the English version but this time have a really different lyric and meaning, in Japanese is more deep like a symbolic wedding)
4.- Rude-α - 『Paradise』 / 優里 - 『インフィニティ』 (It would count as one, since it's Opening and Ending of SK8 the Infinity 😋)
5.- Jon Underdown - 『Behind the Mask』 or 子安武人 （愛抱夢 ver.） - 『Behind the Mask』 (Tho I listen to it from original cd because aren-t on Spotify and when it's not from original cd with copy I have on my mobile of those songs from there)
I'm tagging anyone who wants to do it and see this text, because I don't know who has done it and who hasn't
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para iniciar la semana con la mayor energía posible, la recomendación musical del día es la banda de j-rock Polkadot Stingray, temas como "Ichidaiji", "Gokusai" y "Himitsu" te ayudarán a mantenerte firme en caso de que las tazas de café no sean suficiente...
por cierto, no hace falta responder todos mis asks si es que no quieres. cada recomendación la hago con tal de expresar ánimo y cariño de una manera que siento puede ser de tu agrado. en caso de que ya no agrade, eres libre de decirlo; la menor de mis intenciones es atarte a un desinterés. de igual manera, agradezco cada chance en que tú me permitas expresarlo.
ruego esta semana sea exitosa para tí y que logres lo que propongas. abrazos y nanais!
Nooo, sí me agrada uwu sólo que he estado ocupada me perd0nas? muchas gracias por interesarte en mis gustos músicales y recomendarme rolitas
conoces one ok rock?
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Mi querido Kaori.
Aún no puedo creer que sean cuatro hermosas semanas a tu lado, aún recuerdo nuestra primera conversación, tan rara y graciosa, como eso nos llevó poco a poco a mantenernos en nuestros pensamientos, como mi vida se iluminó, como desee estar tomando tu mano, besar tus labios, por eso mi recuerdo más preciado es ese pequeño roce indirecto de mi pulgar, debo confesar que ese día me atrapaste con tu mirada, con tu tacto cálido, ahí perdí ante ti.
Quiero seguir llenando mi memoria de recuerdos a tu lado, sonrisas, tus manos acariciando mi rostro, el peso de tu cuerpo cuando duermo, tu voz diciéndome "te amo" al despertar, quiero que sea así por mucho tiempo y si no me lo permiten, por lo menos quiero disfrutarlo al máximo. ¿Sabes que otro recuerdo siempre viene a mi mente? Ese uno de febrero a las dos de la mañana, estaba a punto de quedarme dormido, luchaba por pasar algunos segundos más contigo, me sentía adormilado, ya listo para poder aferrarme a ti cuando te escuché, por primera vez dijiste aquella palabra llena de sentimientos, fui muy feliz, tanto que no pude dormir luego de eso ¿Cómo podías dormir tan pacíficamente mientras yo era un remolino de sentimientos? Esa misma noche me prometí amarte como nunca antes lo había hecho.
No puedo prometer días perfectos pero, puedo prometer que no soltaré tu mano, si caes, caeré contigo hasta que poco a poco nos levantemos, no quiero estar solo en tus momentos buenos, quiero protegerte en los momentos malos, en los que sientas que no puedes más y quieras correr lejos de todo, correré contigo dónde quiera que sea. Hay algo de esto que necesito agradecer, de verdad te has esforzado mucho al abrir ante mi tu alma, se que es difícil, estoy dispuesto a seguir esperando, paciente, aprendamos juntos.
¿Sabes que mi parte favorita del día es cuando te tengo preso en mis brazos? O ¿Cuando llegó después de un día agotador y corres solo para colgarte como un koala? Recargas mi energía de una manera más hermosa y que solo tú puedes.
Tus flores favoritas, nunca las voy a olvidar ¿Sabías que son las flores más utilizadas en los ramos de novias? Quiero que las lleves cuando vayamos a ver el atardecer, que las abraces con cariño así como yo te abrazaré a ti cuando veamos el sol esconderse para dar paso a la luna y las estrellas que me acompañaran cuando mis labios no quieran parar de decir lo que sienten por ti.
Quiero que vivamos los días junto a Babe y Leo, quiero mantener ese rostro junto al mío cada mañana y cada noche, quiero besar esa mariquita todos los días que restan de mi vida, quiero escuchar a tu lado nuestra canción en los momentos más especiales, quiero disfrutar de una película tomado de tu mano mientras la comentamos como expertos, quiero bailar y que me contagies de tu locura, así, quiero muchas cosas más ¿No son muchas? Espero que tengamos el tiempo suficiente y agregar más cosas a la lista, sobre todo las que tú mantienes en esa cabecita rara que me encanta.
Solo me queda decir que amo crecer, aprender y superar todo junto a ti, que mis días felices aumenten solo por tu hermosa presencia. Seguiré diciendo que eres el sol que me da calidez durante el día y la luna que ilumina mi oscuridad durante la noche, porque lo eres todo para mí, estás incrustado en mi ser.
Gracias por llegar a mi vida, quedarte en ella, abrazar mis miedos y mis mañas. Seguiré diciendo que eres lo bueno de este mundo, mi mundo de caos.
Te amo Kaori, te amo tanto que mi corazón siente que va a estallar. Te amo tanto que hasta yo quedo impresionado de aquel sentimiento extraño que se apodera de cada parte de mi cuerpo y alma. Te amo tanto que daría mi vida por verte feliz.
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Spacebar 12/16/23
Third Space Saturday
Tasting Notes
So many semi-grandiose plans for the night: Christmas music. Refreshed crates. New records for the mix. You know what they say about best-laid plans. Not only did I leave my wallet at home, I also left my auxiliary record bag on the floor of the staging room. I need a tour manager. The one time I actually prepare for a gig, and get there early, I do something to make it more difficult for myself. The bag I forgot contained the Christmas records. All seven of them. IGA and I were texting each other about the December show, and how much he always looked forward to it, and it is fun to switch it up a bit and try to integrate something so specific into a regular set. Well, no choice in the matter now, just have to roll with what I have. Mr. Grant Olsen thinks I bring too many records anyway.
I roll up on the elevator – it works – and I’m at the booth in no time. Brando has the night off, so Trystan is on door duties. I know him from the outside world, so it’s cool to see him there. Brando shows up later anyway, as a patron.
I unpack my records, get set up, check out the turntables, and turntable left is completely unplugged. I’m there in plenty of time to do cord management and still be ready to start at 9.
When I inform Cyberjewel that there will be no holiday music in the set, she looked at me a long time and said, ”That is SO ok. Do your thing.” She had the sound set up and kicking, and a glass of Athletic with a bottle of water chaser waiting for me. Gracias.
I start right at 9, with the venerable George Clinton jam “Do Fries Go With That Shake?” – an incredible banger, one of my favorite of his, long but not too long, lots of detail and sound flourishes on this track.
Van McCoy is a surprise. Tavis starts doing disco moves behind the bar, and I loosen up a bit. This single I have is a reissue, from a Record Store Day not too long ago. It really works. Crowd digs it, too.
After that I go on a 7” single jag, including a Jackson Browne to Eddie Rabbitt transition that was rocking.
I mentioned the semi-grandiose plans earlier. This included some Sixties music. I wanted to see how the early ’60s monophonic records would work in this setting, but I forgot I brought them in until later, when Nicky Mustard had already gone home. I think he would have loved to hear “All Day and All of the Night” while he and his bandmate/friend Alex played Centipede. Next time.
I left my Ray Price record at home. I was thinking of playing some crying uptempo honky tonk to see what would happen, but decided against it before I even left the lab. That stuff, like Buck Owens and Merle Haggard, was built to cut across the din of the barroom and stand out. But I have been sparing in my use of that genre. I’m so happy to not be limited to one style or sound.
I did play some stuff that didn’t work. The B.I.G. track I played is a favorite of mine, but too wordy for this setting, and I left it before the gunfire coda. Perhaps it didn’t fit with the vibe of the Pet Shop Boys song that preceded it, or going into the Vibrators track, which didn’t fit either.
I got back on track with the Bush Tetras. The Cramps track was misplaced, too, so I cleared the slate with some New Jack Swing.
During the Amii Stewart track, a girl came up and asked if I took requests. I told her I was not set up for it, but asked her what it was she wanted. Remarkably, it was a track I was thinking about putting on anyway: “Tainted Love/Where Did Our Love Go?” by Soft Cell, the 12” extended mix. I told her I could never play that track. She said she was asking for a friend. She leaves. I see them in the back putting on their coats, so I fade “Knock On Wood” early to keep them in house.
The “friend” came up later and asked for “Car Wash” – you know 🎶“workin’ at the CAR WASH݉🎶 – darn it! I would have totally played that. Need to get that and “Love Rollercoaster,” too.
I was finishing up close to 1 and had plans to end on the Khruangbin track, when a lady my age came up and asked for New Order, and I hurried to look for the “Temptation” 7” I had just noticed earlier, and I had to throw ESG in to buy time. I found it with about 30 seconds to go in the track, and hurriedly cued it up and let it rip. I had forgotten how great that track is.
I didn’t want to end on it; I like to have slower, downtempo or other different styles of music to transition to the regularly scheduled program. So I got the wonderful Junior Murvin to finish up.
I really love doing this gig. I really take it seriously, and want to do things in a different way, but still help the Spacebar provide a good vibe. It’s important to me that people enjoy themselves, and are surprised by things. One thing I’ve noticed from the younger people is that they know a lot of the older music as well as the new, probably because it’s been in so many movies and video games, and Tik-Toks and the like. I approve of the fact that there is no mass audience any more. It always bugged me anyway. Not the music necessarily, just the sameness. I liked some of the songs, and I am not immune to nostalgia for time and place. I just accept it. That’s who I am. That’s who I’ve always been. Thanks for reading. -Mossback
Next Third Space Saturday is January 20th,2024!
Track List
George Clinton, Do Fries Go With That Shake 12” single
M|A|R|R|S, Pump Up The Volume 12” single 45 RPM
Van McCoy & The Soul City Symphony, The Hustle (Disco Mix) 12” single 33 RPM
Pointer Sisters, He’s So Shy 7” single 45 RPM
Police, Message In A Bottle 7” single 45 RPM
Jackson Browne, The Boulevard 7” single 45 RPM
Eddie Rabbitt, Drivin’ My Life Away 7” single 45 RPM
The S.O.S. Band, Take Your Time ((Do It Right) 7” single 45 RPM
Tears For Fears, Change 7” single 45 RPM
Fun Boy Three, Our Lips Are Sealed 7” single 45 RPM
GO-GO’s, We Got The Beat 7” single 45 RPM
Tom Robinson Band, 2-4-6-8 Motorway 7” single 45 RPM
The System, You Are In My System LP cut
Level 42, Something About You Extended play promo thing, Shep Pettibone mix 33 RPM
Climax Blues Band, Couldn’t Get It Right 7” single 45 RPM
Chic, Dance,Dance,Dance (yowsah, yowsah, yowsah) 12” single see below 33 RPM
Fatback Band, Take It Any Way You Want It LP cut
Althea and Donna, Uptown Top Ranking LP cut
Heatwave, The Groove Line 7” single 45 RPM
Beastie Boys, Brass Monkey LP cut
Pete Shelley, Telephone Operator 12” single 45 RPM
Kylie Minogue, Can’t Get Blue Monday Out Of My Head 12” single 33 RPM
Laid Back, White Horse 12” single 45 RPM
Coldcut Featuring Lisa Stansfield, People Hold On (Radio Mix) 12” single
Killing Joke, Follow The Leaders LP cut
DEVO, Turn Around 7” single 45 RPM
Snoop Dogg, Drop It Like It’s Hot 12” single 33 RPM
King Curtis, Jump Back 7” single 45 RPM
Otis & Carla, TRAMP 7” single 45 RPM
Abyssinians, Declaration Of Rights LP cut
Bobby Brown, My Prerogative 7” single 45 RPM
The Cure, Let’s Go To Bed 12” single (Fiction Records extended mix) 45 RPM
Michael Jackson, Rock With You 7” single 45 RPM
Naked Eyes, Promises Promises 7” single 45 RPM
Taste Of Honey, Boogie Oogie Oogie LP cut
Pet Shop Boys, West End Girls 12” single 33 RPM
Notorious B.I.G., Gimme The Loot LP cut
Vibrators, Keep It Clean LP cut
Bush Tetras, Too Many Creeps 7” single 45 RPM
Simple Minds, Promised You A Miracle 12” single (45 rpm cut, import)
Gary Numan, Cars LP cut
Gap Band, You Dropped A Bomb On Me LP cut
The Cramps, Domino Gravest Hits ep 45 RPM
Wreckz-N-Effect, Rump Shaker 12” single 33 RPM
Amii Stewart, Knock On Wood 12” single 33 RPM
Soft Cell, Tainted Love 12” single 45 RPM
David Bowie, Let’s Dance 12” single 33 RPM
KC & The Sunshine Band, Get Down Tonight LP cut
SKEE-LO, I Wish 12” single 33 RPM
Vince Staples, Big Fish LP cut
Patrice Rushen, Forget-Me-Nots 7” single 45 RPM
Human League, Sound Of The Crowd LP cut
Missing Persons, Words EP
UB40, King LP cut
Khruangbin, Evan Finds The Third Room LP cut
E.S.G., You’re No Good 7” single 45 RPM
New Order, Temptation 7” single 33 RPM
Junior Murvin, Police & Thief 7” single 45 RPM
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Elena of Avalor: Victor's Nightmare
Post 'Coronation Day'. Victor & Carla Delgado are now living in Avalor, free from the wicked Ash Delgado, the evil woman who turned Victor to stone.
Despite this, Victor still keeps having nightmares about Ash, and what she did to him.
Luckily, his mija's here to soothe his nerves.
[ELENA OF AVALOR IS 2 DISNEY]
"Forget Takaina!" he yelled.
"What are you saying?! If we are ever going to be safe, we need the power of the crystal forge!" Ash stated.
"No!" he shouted back at his wife. "We don't need it, YOU need it. We almost lost our daughter today; She is all that matters. I am through with these dark pursuits!"
"So be it." said Ash.
It all happened so fast. He had no time to move. Immediately, the spell struck him, petrifying his flesh to stone.
From his petrified prison, he watched as Ash used another spell to grab him, lift him up in the air, and throw him off the cliff.
The last words he could hear despite being turned to stone were his daughter's own wails, right before he hit the jagged rocks below...
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"AAARRRGHH!!!!" Victor Delgado awoke with a start, cold sweat beading down his forehead. He was shaking as he clutched the blanket of the bed he was lying on, as he was breathing heavily, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest, and his black hair looked all frizzed and mussed up.
The early morning sunlight streaked into the bedroom, but Victor was in too much of a shaky state to notice.
He pulled the blanket off of himself, and took some deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. A few small sobs escaped his throat.
"Papa?" called a voice.
That voice, he immediately recognized - his mija, Carla Delgado.
"Papa?" she called, "Your breakfast is out now-"
As she entered the room, there she saw her father, sitting on his bed, clad in nothing but crown patterned boxers, similar to the ones Esteban wore in the episode 'Island of Youth', except those boxers were dark green, like his coat. His hands were tightly clutching the sheets of the bed he was sitting on. His breaths came in ragged gasps.
"Papa?" she asked, coming up to her dad, and sitting on the bed beside him. "Are you... Ok?" she asked.
"I..." Victor began, body shaking from the force of his fear.
He wanted to deny it, he wanted to tell her he was fine. But who was he to lie to his own mija, after all?
"No," he sighed, "I'm not." He wiped a tear that was forming on his cheek.
It came as no surprise to hear that Carla knew what her father was upset about.
"You've had that nightmare again, haven't you?" she asked him.
"Si." Victor nodded. "Had it Ever since we moved in a few weeks after Elena's coronation." he sighed. "I remember the horrible moments of that Carnaval." "And I mean the one where Ash turned against me, and she turned me to stone." he added.
"I know, Papa. I know how you feel." Carla told him.
Victor was surprised at how his daughter knew this.
"Ever since that moment in our lives, I remembered it ever since Elena locked me up." she added, sighing before looking at her dad. "You know, Papa, If it was me turned to stone instead of you, you'd be pretty upset and angry like I was."
"You're right, mija." Victor said. He sighed. "Still, I feel like she'll return for revenge."
"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure, papa." Carla said. "Elena told me Mama's trapped in the Spirit world forever, so there's no hope of her coming back for revenge on Avalor."
Victor smiled. "Gracias, my mija." he said gratefully. "You always know what to say to make me feel better."
"Well, you did the same to me, once." Carla said, as both Father and daughter hugged.
#elena of avalor#victor delgado#carla delgado#post coronation day#Victor Delgado keeps having nightmares of Ash Delgado#Carla comforts him#Victor also wears boxers similar to Esteban.
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How to escape from yandere izuku works 100% every time
are you tired of planning an escape for months, building a bobby pin from a fork you stole, and pretending that you like being stalked? well say no more:
step 1.
when you wake up, most likely in his bed and he says hi ily just say ‘no inglés por favor gracias“ and he’s gonna be like 🤨🤨 wtf did you just say??
so while he’s distracted translating what you said through Google, you should use that time to roll off your socks and grip his rock hard sleep apnea pillow with your double-jointed Toes And get ready to swing.
and once he turns around, you throw that pillow at Mach 1, make a dent in his frontal lobe, discombobulate his hairline.
if he dodged/caught the pillow:
izukus relatively level-headed and calm, and sees you as a nothing short of a divine being that, as far as he's concerned, can do no wrong, so when he looks back and forth from the steaming pillow to you, he will wait for an explanation.
at this point, you wanna start using body launguage, wave your hands around, and muster the most apologetic face you can while saying a bunch of random shit that will force izuku to once again translate.
ex: "ja mappelle el churro mi gusta casa es familia lo siento burger yum yum sphagettti aaa"
even if he might not know what the hell your saying, he'll pick up on your apologetic body movements, and shake his head and reassure you with nervous hands waves that your good, theres nothing to worry about!
so while hes busy putting whatever mouth gravy you spat out through google translate, its gon be harder to do something as he'll nervously glance your way every 2 seconds.
but you have to remember: be creative.
shout at him and get his attention.
when he looks at you, point to your lower half and signal hey i have to take a fat shit can i go?? and 10 times of 9 he'll be like yeah ofc bb :DDDD
so when your in the bathroom, he wont watch you, thats creepy and not cool.
instead he'll make you keep the door atleast 1 foot open.
so when your in the bathroom, you gotta be fast and quick.
first off, start grunting and blowing raspberrys in the air, slap your thighs n shit just make sure that it sounds like you are taking a horrendous doo-doo.
while you do that, look around, a stray bobby pin or knife will do just fine. and once you find something akin to that, hide it in the waistband of your mom jeans that you are definitely totally wearing.
if you couldnt find a stray bobby pin or something sharp:
flush yourself down the toilet, your done.
If you did:
when you get out, point behind him and when he looks, with no hesitation, you stab both his eyes and get arrested for murdering number 1 hero deku after nobody belived that he kidnapped you, and live the rest of your life in prision questioning your life choices.
If everything went according to plan from the beginning:
after hitting him with the pillow, if everything went alright, he should be on the ground passed out.
He'll probably have you in like, hello kitty handcuffs or sm but thats okay, all you need to get out of any restraintments is this one trick!
eat through it.
so once your done, your gums might be bleeding and if your lucky you'll have a mild case of tetanus and rabies.
but thats ok! you can replace your teeth, but you cant replace your freedom.
Now you should disarm izuku.
this dudes stronk as hell, and for bonus points he crazy so you have to be creative.
go to the bathroom and put a chair infront of the shower and turn it on, so it sounds like the water is hitting something solid.
then, drag his ass to the bed and burrito him up in blankets, and then leave a note next to him along the lines of 'get some rest babe, ily -y/n p.s. if im still in the shower when you wake up just make dinner and wait, sorry if i dont respond if you call out to me lol im deaf'
ideally, if and when he wakes up he'll read the note and think 'oh i guess we dating idk why i cant remember but oh well yay'
best case scenario, that should keep him from being sus for like 6 hours before he starts feeling like somethings up.
So, your inside his house, check urself for any tracking devices cause hes a sneaky hoe, and then steal his money, get food, preferably beans, knife for protection, (also hide a fork in your sock just in case), and skedaddle.
so after crawling through a 2 by 2 inch doggy door, haul your ass to a salon and completely change yourself, new hairstyle, straighten/curl your hair, go bald, just look different.
after getting your cut, you should wear a mask and sunglasses, in the world of bnha little things like that wont be looked at twice as people would just assume it has something to do with your quirk.
now, create as much distance between yourself and izuku's totally alive body. By taxi is the best option, they will take you across the ocean as long as you pay.
by now, you should realize that you'll never truly escape him completely, you will have to start a new life and never talk to your family again, yes your away from him, but in a way, he's still always there.
That and he also implanted a tracker in your stomach so you were never really getting away in the first place.
#childbirth#yandere izuku#yandere mha#yandere izuku x reader#yandere bnha x reader#yandere bnha#yandere x gn reader#yandere izuku midoriya#shit ass balls#foul#disgustang#in the wild id be murdered in the first 10 seconds#without my contacts im basically legally blind#and id like to think id be a bad bitch#but i always remember that one time where i choked on a piece of cheese and started sobbing cause i thought i was gonna die#this was posted souly by Amelia#Cherry-san has no asssociation or corolation
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[Brian, during his guitar solo, did suffer a broken string; the audience, expectantly, saw how out of nowhere an assistant appeared with a guitar ready. Brian just had to unplug the faulty one and plug in the replacement, an operation done in seconds, and he continued playing as if nothing had happened.]
Concert starts at 9:40 p.m.
Introduction:
Gradually rising synth sound.
We Will Rock You
At the beginning of We Will Rock You, Freddie's microphone apparently failed, so his voice only began to be heard from the phrase: “a big man some day”. Greetings from Freddie: “Hello Puebla! Hello Mexico! How are you, everything okay? Long live Rock'n Roll! Let's do it! " Freddie's voice was clear and powerful, adding nuance to each song in an incredible way. John's bass shook the audience with its notes. Brian's guitar sounded aggressive and explosive. Roger's drumrolls were precise and clear. The incredible 400 lights of the show were synchronized with the computer music. The sound of the PA was very powerful and clear; the advertising announced: "It was heard 10 km around."
Let Me Entertain You
An incredible shower of objects is unleashed onto the stage. I thought they were going to suspend the concert. The tower that held the light cannons in the middle of the field looked dangerously crooked, on the verge of collapse due to the large number of people who hung from it wanting to see the show. Fortunately, little by little people began to go down and a tragedy was avoided.
Play The Game
The rain of dirt and dust thrown by the euphoric audience was incessant.
Somebody To Love
Freddie throws water at the audience and takes off his jacket causing shouts of approval.
Killer Queen
I'm In Love With My Car
Get Down Make Love
A couple of people managed to climb onto the stage. Gustavo Patino was the second, who after seeing how they ejected the first person, jumped before being thrown violently back.
Freddie Mercury:
“That’s good, come… Next song, let’s go Brian. Brian May va a tocar el piano, (Brian May is going to play the piano.) (let’s get a light on him). That’s all the Spanish that you’re gonna get tonight, this song is called Save Me.”
Save Me
Brian plays the piano with his guitar on his legs to be able to stand up quickly and play the solo, and then Freddie supports Brian's solo, playing some chords on the piano and making a small mistake at the end of it. (Perhaps caused by the tense atmosphere among the public.)
Now I'm Here
Freddie: “I've never seen so many shoes on stage, it's like bloody Chelsea Cobbler I tell you. Don’t stop! Come on, all right, all right. Come on mother fuckers, let's get the beat! "
Dragon Attack
The exclamation of the public is heard upon recognizing the tune.
Now I'm Here Reprise
“I think I'm gonna stay around… never stay around. I think I'll go home right now. Are you there, you buggers?" The stage goes dark and a pair of spotlights shine on Brian who speaks to the people:
Brain: “Gente de Puebla en Mexico, ustedes estan bien? Estan contentos? Yeah! Quieren cantar con nosotros? Esta canción es para ustedes”. (“People of Puebla, are you doing all right? Are you all happy? Yeah! Do you want to sing with us? This song is for all of you.”)
Love Of My Life
Brian: "Muchas gracias.” (“Thank you very much.”)
Keep Yourself Alive
Brian, despite all the mess, was inspired and played around a bit, improvising and drawing out his part after the first verse. Freddie throws a tambourine to the audience before Roger's drum solo. Roger's timpani solo. Brian's guitar solo, a string breaks.
Flash / The Hero
Brian plays the piano and synthesizer during Flash.
Crazy Little Thing Called Love
In this song Freddie plays an electro-acoustic guitar.
[Freddie played the electro-acoustic guitar to perform the song Crazy Little Thing Called Love. For many it was a surprise since he did it very well.]
[Freddie played the electro-acoustic guitar. Brian used a black Telecaster exclusively for the solo of this song; for the final part he replaced it with his Red Special.]
Freddie announces in Spanish: "Rapsodia Bohemia."
Bohemian Rhapsody
In this song Brian receives a hit with a sock full of dirt, just during the solo, which makes him go out of tune. Roger plays the gong a couple of times. Freddie: “Gracias Taylor! Thank you, OK. Hey Hey hey! Are you ready for more? Let's do it! "
[Freddie sang Bohemian Rhapsody and just in the phrase: "I just gotta get out, I just gotta get ..." Brian was hit with a sock full of dirt, getting it hooked on the Red Special. Furious, he grabbed the projectile and threw it back, going out of tune for a few seconds, not because a string broke as has been erroneously stated before in different sites on the internet; it is totally false that the origin of the failure was a broken string.]
Tie Your Mother Down
The group leaves, people cheer incessantly: “Queen! Queen!" They return to general acclaim.
Another One Bites The Dust
People were ecstatic when Freddie came out wearing a Zapatista-style straw hat, which had been previously personalized and given to each of the Queen members by Mario Hernandez, an executive from EMI Mexico.
We Will Rock You
“Come on, come on, come on! Yeah! One more time!”
We Are The Champions
“Thank you and goodbye Mexico! Thank you for the shoes. Goodbye friends…. And mother fuckers; you bunch of tacos. Goodbye, ciao! "
God Save The Queen
In the PA the first notes of the YES song are heard: Yours Is No Disgrace, which are interrupted by the voice of the Argentine promoter Jose Rota.
Jose Rota: “Well, well, did you have fun? All this took a lot of work. If everyone comes out in an orderly fashion, I think we are going to continue the rest of our lives, it depends on you that these things continue to be done. Please, please, guys,be orderly at the exit, please. " Another voice commented quite annoyed: “Thanks for what you ask eh? This is how we're going to end up on this one."
At the end of the concert we take the last photos of the memory. We had ashen hair and our faces covered in dirt that was thrown throughout the concert. Our ears buzzed for a long time later from the power of the PA.
‘Queen in Pueblo, Mexico 1981’ by Francisco Arellano Baltazar: 6/?
Thanks so much to him for letting me share the text parts! And credits to @idontknowhowthisworked for translation!
Please do not repost!!
#queen#queen band#roger taylor#freddie mercury#brian may#john deacon#queen in puebla magazine#queen scans
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The Line Is Erased: Day 28 - Not While I’m Around
Hello there! This is the first time I write a RQG fic and it’s going to be…rusty (NO IT’S NOT A PUN). Since I don’t want to be depressing AF and I FUCKING KNOW MYSELF, I am going to choose to write from outsider’s PoV, with a teeny tiny group of characters that just happen to be around on the background.
Also, after writing the first one I realised how much this podcast motivates me to keep saying “yes” to my friends’ campaigns and that is always a good choice for many reasons, so this is homage to all of us, people playing as our always very particular characters and suffering because of dices and masters!
So…that is that.
Here is my contribution for Day 28: Rome + Sacrifice, prompts given by @the-line-is-erased on Tumblr.
Episode that covers at least one of the prompts relistened to do this “Ancient Rome Sidequest 4” (terrible idea, now I am hurting AGAIN)
Do forgive me for any possible screw-ups (as well as for my quick tipper, non-native speaker writer).
Allons-y!
TW: attempt of suicide, mentions of grieve and death
“TARA DON’T!” Agnes’ eyes were filled with tears- She had never had someone before, she wasn’t even sure if she had Tara and, yet, she was the closest thing to a friend she had ever had.
She is not sacrificing herself for someone like her; Agnes won’t allow it.
“We need someone dying in order to protect another person for this to work. Do you see anybody else? Or, maybe, you want to get stuck in FUCKING ANCIENT ROME?!”
“I…no…but you cannot die. What will the others do without you?”
Tara laughed.
“There are plenty of people with my abilities, trust me dear” the poison was almost touching her lips, the instrument for teleportation (Agnes’ unique invention, once her pride, now felt so bitter, all sweetness gone from it) lying right next to the pair.
Then, they heard it.
Whatever the origin of the sound was, it was physically impossible for it to be near them and yet…it felt almost as if touching them.
A scream of pure grief, so guttural the voice’s colour was almost undistinguishable.
Agnes’ gadget shone and a portal opened; before Tara could try to be a hero and find out who was hurting so much and how she could help them, she pulled her companion into the portal, landing in the very same room they had been before this particular hell had begun.
“That person…I hope they are ok.”
Instead of answering Tara, Agnes punched her.
“Don’t you EVER do that to me again, heard me? You cannot die.”
They hugged, though, Agnes had to admit, she was also thinking about the cry they had heard.
Whoever had sacrificed for the crying person, for them without knowing it…she hoped it had been worth it.
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Extra notes for flavour: title of the story is from the song “Not While I’m Around” from Sweeney Todd; I’m sorry for repeating composer…but…fuck it, I am NOT SORRY. Sondheim’s death had hit me harder than a rock, today I’ve been able to actually properly cry and…I need to honour him how I can.
As usual, likes/kudos (depending if you are reading this on Tumblr or AO3), feedback and random comments ARE SO HIGHLY APPRECIATED.
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Also, thanks to the TMA discord channel that posted this prompts! You are lovely, gracias!
Now live on AO3.
Long life and prosperity,
Marla
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Love and Fury
Chapter Preview: Bruno blinked dumbly and she was gone, under the water. He started to follow her blob before it occurred to him to wonder what he would do when he caught up to her. It didn’t end up mattering, because when she surfaced, she took one look at him then shot away giggling.
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Chapter 20 The Gauntlet
Saturday came, as it inevitably does every week. Bruno had managed to build it up in his head as a cataclysmic event, to the point that he was almost disappointed when he woke up and fire wasn’t raining down from the sky.
Leandra arrived, all smiles and cookies, wrapped in a simple dress that she eventually shed to reveal a modest swimsuit.
In retrospect, Bruno wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting. It wasn’t like she was going to show up in white linen, dunk herself in his little pool, then lay herself out like the dessert spread at a party. Of course she owned a swimsuit.
It was relatively modern in cut, the skirt being a couple inches shorter than what some of the elder villagers might call decent, but he’d seen shorter. Hell, he’d seen shorter that very same day.
The weather was getting warmer everyday as they approached the peak of summer, and swimming in the river was once again becoming the most popular way to spend any available free time. He’d taken a run to work off some of his nerves and stumbled on Félix and his family sliding down some rocks worn smooth by the current. One of Félix’s cousins had been proudly wearing a bathing suit that her mother was continuously grumbling about.
Bruno had found himself impressed with the young woman’s rebellious attitude. He wasn’t sure he’d ever have the courage to so blatantly disobey his own mother.
All the same, Bruno found himself slightly more affected by Leandra’s swimwear, simply because it was Leandra wearing it. He eyed her bare legs and his hands twitched, they looked so soft, but also like she could snap his neck with them.
Not that he was thinking of putting his head between her legs or anything.
He’d agonized over the possibility of forgoing the shirt of his own swimming costume, because he knew, or rather hoped, that Leandra would like it if he did. Thankfully, the choice was taken out of his hands when he looked in the mirror and noticed that the shorts did very little to hide Bruno’s privates by themselves. The long, sleeveless, shirt was necessary to cover the otherwise conspicuous bulge.
Leandra didn’t seem to mind, however, “You look good.”
“I- not as good as, as uh… Shoe does,” he chickened out half way through his sentence and somewhat desperately gestured over at Shoe, who was sitting on top of the chicken coop, napping.
She of course, wasn’t fooled, “It’s ok Bruno, you can tell me I’m pretty. Just because we’re both extremely beautiful doesn’t mean we have to get married.”
It wouldn’t be the worst, of course, but she wanted to date him for at least a year before she seriously considered marriage.
“Right- that’s- I-I know that,” his cheeks felt uncomfortably warm, “you, you, you’re very pretty. The swimsuit! Your swimsuit is pretty. Not that you’re not, of course you are, but uh the, swimsuit is too.”
“Gracias Bruno,” she gave him a little curtsy.
There was a long pause, eventually Bruno opened his mouth to ask her a favor but she cut him off, “Bruno, if you’re about to ask me to drown you, the answer is no.”
“Oh,” his shoulders slumped, damn.
“Let’s just get in the water,” she laughed and shook her head, before jumping into the little pond. Bruno followed her, diving in with practiced ease, then swimming over to her when he surfaced.
“I have a question,” she said, slowly swimming backwards as she faced him.
“I-I may have an answer,” he replied.
“I heard that your guys’ rooms respond to your wishes,” she paused and reached towards him, she moved a strand of hair out of his eyes then returned to her swimming, “so, a secret cave with a swimming pool and a tent?”
“It… kind of. I mean, the rooms kind of respond to our wishes,” he held up a hand and tilted it back and forth, “I’ve tried willing the stairs to stop growing, but they keep getting longer and longer every year. On the other hand, this cave gets more rat friendly every time I rescue a new rat. And! The bookshelf never runs out of room. Plus, yeah, there’s a pool and some nice plants, and it’s perfect for when I have migraines. So… I don’t really know how it works.”
“Do you like giving visions? It sort of seems like you don’t, maybe the stairs get taller because-.”
“Eh. It’s… it used to be more fun than it is now,” he admitted, continuing to follow her around and around the pool, “now a days it’s all farming and sick relatives. It’s- I mean I know those things are important, but…”
“But they’re not the moon landing,” she filled in for him.
He shrugged, somewhat guiltily.
“Well that sucks,” she stopped swimming and he found himself very abruptly in her space, “you should get to have fun visions. Actually, yes. I want visions, tons of them, I, I uh… I want to see… the Mars landing? Is that a thing?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t checked,” he admitted.
“Well, you should, you should check to see when we land on every planet in the solar system,” she absentmindedly splashed some water around, “and… and you should check to see if we ever make robots. And also…”
“Flying cars?” he scratched at his chin, “If we can build a rocket to the moon, we must be able to make flying cars.”
She nodded, “Sí. Exactly.”
Bruno smiled at her fondly, “Alright. We can check for those things. But not today, I had to look at next year’s harvest before you got here.”
“Really? Already?”
“Myeh,” he shrugged, “people always get a little more cautious right after potential disasters.”
“Hmm,” she sighed, she swam around him, as if examining him, “Bruno, you basically saved our village with that flash flood vision.”
“Well, I-I don’t know about that,” he laughed nervously, turning in place to follow her as she orbited him.
“You did though, if that flood had taken us by surprise we would have lost half our crops,” Leandra stopped circling him and instead moved back into his space, “did anyone ever thank you?”
“My- Mamá told me she was proud of me,” he gulped, staring into her eyes as they stared intensely back.
She made another thoughtful sound, “Gracias Bruno, for saving us.”
Then, moving slowly so he could dodge her if he wanted, she kissed him on the cheek.
Bruno blinked dumbly and she was gone, under the water. He started to follow her blob before it occurred to him to wonder what he would do when he caught up to her. It didn’t end up mattering, because when she surfaced, she took one look at him then shot away giggling.
A little huff of laughter dragged itself past his lips as he turned to give chase.
They played tag in the water for what felt like mere minutes, but turned out to be an hour and a half. She was slippery, and clever, but Bruno was the faster swimmer, and her delighted giggle served as all the incentive he needed to catch her and allow himself to be caught.
Bruno’s stomach growled loudly, interrupting their fun.
“Agreed,” she told it, as if his belly had just made a salient point in a serious academic discussion.
“You’re hungry too?”
“Sí and kind of thirsty,” she looked down at the water, “is this stuff safe to drink?”
“I don’t know, I don’t know where Casita gets the water from,” Bruno shrugged, he climbed out, “let’s not test it. I can make us some tea to go with the cookies you brought.”
“Oh, that sounds great,” she followed him, then accepted the towel he handed her, “do you mind if I change into dry clothes in your tent?”
“Go ahead, just uh… just give me a moment,” he rushed in and grabbed his own set of clothes, then turned it over to her. Bruno got changed in the bathroom, hanging his suit over the shower curtain rod to drip dry. As he crossed the courtyard to the kitchen, he ran into Félix, who was exchanging pleasantries with Casita on the way to the stairs.
“Hello again,” Félix greeted him, “how was the rest of your run?”
“Good, great, it was great,” Bruno’s stomach growled, earning him a raised eyebrow but he plowed on, determined not to be rude, “h-how was the rest of your swim?”
“It was great,” Félix waved him on, “but don’t let me keep you, I’m off to see Pepa anyways.”
“I- gracias, h-have fun with Pepa,” Bruno slowly backed towards the kitchen.
“I will,” Félix sounded amused and Bruno hoped it was in the same way that Leandra was so often amused by his antics, the fond “you are such a sweet man” sort of amused and not the weirded out “god you’re pathetic” sort of amused.
By the time Bruno was done preparing the tea, Félix was gone. Casita opened Bruno’s door for him, since his hands were full with the tea set.
Leandra was standing in the middle of the canyon, her dress back on and the towel resting on her shoulders with her hair laid out over it to dry. She smiled at him but her eyes seemed fixed on his vision cave.
“Everything ok?” he asked, glancing up at the cave.
“Trying to decide if climbing all those stairs is worth it,” she admitted.
Bruno chuckled dryly and led her back into his secret cave, “I don’t think so, well, not for the things people usually ask for. Might be worth it to see mankind walk on another planet.”
“We’ll have to do it at night this time, or at least late in the day so we can look at the stars when we’re done,” she held the tent flap open for him.
“How about Tuesday? After the market closes? You can join us for dinner.”
He handed her the tea tray and cleared some books off a little table next to the desk. He carried it over to his cushion pile and she placed the tea set on it.
“Sounds wonderful,” she agreed, sitting primly on his cushions.
He joined her on the pile, all further conversation put on hold while they dug into the cookies. She held the basket in her lap and curled her legs so that her knees rested on his thigh. Slowly, he found himself leaning on her more and more.
Bruno wondered idly if all friendships came with this much cuddling. He and his sisters never shied away from physical affection, but he couldn’t remember if he’d ever seen them cuddle with their non-family friends.
Either way, he liked it. He felt all warm and cozy.
“I’ve got to get me one of these,” she eventually sighed, when neither of them had reached for a cookie for a while.
“Hm? A tent?”
“A big ol’ mountain of pillows. It’s so comfy.”
“Oh, yeah, this thing is great. I sleep here sometimes.”
“I bet,” she uncurled her legs so they were draped across his lap, she wondered how much she could intertwine her body with his before he understood that she was into him.
Bruno wrapped an arm around her waist to keep from placing it on her thigh, he didn’t want to ruin the moment by being inappropriate.
Sensing the potential for mischief, Leandra wrapped her arms around his neck and tangled a hand in his hair, slowly pulling his head to her chest. He came willingly at first, then tensed and gulped when he apparently realized there was a breast pressing against his cheek.
“Is this alright?” she checked, completely willing to back off if he asked her to.
“It’s great-, I mean! It’s- no- yes-, I uh…” he let out a loud nervous laugh, “it’s fine.”
“Oh good, you’ll let me know if you’re uncomfortable?”
“Uh-huh.”
He was very comfortable, too comfortable really. This moment was definitely going to follow him into the shower.
“Good,” she hummed, and began scraping her nails gently against his scalp. Bruno melted against her a quiet groan being half muffled by her bosom.
He bit his tongue to keep from proposing marriage. Bruno’s head was always in some state of aching, always. If it wasn’t aching from a difficult vision he’d dragged out of the sand, it was aching with the effort to hold an overeager vision back. She gently kneaded the base of his skull and all thoughts of what was and wasn’t appropriate melted away, he squeezed her tight, fully planning to never let go.
“Bruno,” she was holding back her giggles as Bruno turned into a clingy pile of goo in her arms, “you alright there?”
“My head always hurts,” his voice was barely audible through her cleavage.
“Always?” she frowned, no longer amused. It didn’t look like Bruno was even registering where his face was anymore.
He just nodded, then groaned appreciatively when she brought her other hand up so she could massage his temples.
“Is it the visions?” she asked, pausing while he nodded again, “I had no idea they caused you so much pain.”
“Used to be worth it,” he shrugged, “when it’s fun it’s worth it. Like being sore after a good run. And if I just let the future flow through me for a while, the headache goes away for a couple days, but then it’s hard to have visions on demand.”
“Well then we’ll have to make it fun again,” she decided, “I would like to officially request one fun vision a week, Señor Seer.”
He hummed happily, giving her an extra squeeze as she ran firm fingers over the crown of his head. If he’d lifted his head he would have seen her concerned pout grow.
The last time she’d seen his inhibitions this low was when he was exhausted from the vision-palooza that followed the flash flood.
“Does Julieta know? About the headaches?”
“Meh,” he shrugged, “her cooking can only do so much for them.”
He’d eat an arepa and the pain would fade, only to come back two minutes later as the future continued to press in on him.
“Oh,” she removed one hand from his hair to rub his back as the other massaged his scalp. She did not like this new information, she did not like it at all.
Bruno, oblivious to her growing distress, let himself go boneless against her as her fingers continued to chase the ache away. When she didn’t ask anymore questions he felt himself beginning to drift off.
Soon he was on the cusp of unconsciousness but he could have sworn she whispered, “You give too much to this village, guapo.”
He was about to tell her how much he liked it when she called him that, but was cut off when thunder shook the canyon. Bruno lifted his head, blinking sleepily, a confused frown on his face. There was another crash of thunder and they both sat up, untangling themselves.
“That’s not good,” Bruno mumbled, he stood and stretched, “she has to be really upset for the sound to penetrate our rooms.”
“Should we go check on her?” Leandra asked, already shuffling towards the tent’s exit.
“I’ll go check on her,” Bruno shook his head, “she might not want a huge audience.”
Leandra nodded but followed him out of his room anyway, carrying the tea tray. While he knocked on Pepa’s door she carried the tray down to the kitchen and set it by the sink. She re-entered the courtyard and wasn’t surprised to see that Bruno was still at Pepa’s door, accompanied by Julieta. Agustín, who was standing in Julieta’s doorway, spotted her and joined her downstairs.
If Agustín was there, it probably meant Señora Madrigal was out.
“Félix is with her,” he said, raising an eyebrow, “you don’t think…?”
“Félix would never do anything to hurt her,” Leandra shook her head, “not on purpose at least.”
Agustín nodded gravely, turning his eyes back to the door. They all watched it in tense silence, punctuated by the occasional crash of thunder.
The door burst open, startling everybody. Félix marched out, a deep scowl on his face while Pepa struggled to hold him back.
“Félix, please,” she practically sobbed.
“I’m going to kill him,” Félix seethed, “I’m going to- argh! That miserable little cabrón!”
Oh.
“No, you’ll be banished,” Pepa tried to reason with him, but Félix was beyond reason, his face was red with anger and there was a wild quality to his eyes Leandra had never seen before.
“Well, if ever there was something worth being banished for,” he grinned sharply, he turned abruptly and took Pepa’s hands in his, kissing them both with a surprising gentleness. He dropped them and backed up a step, then turned away, walking calmly down the stairs. He left Casita without another word.
That was how Leandra knew he might actually kill Cicero, the calm rage in his eyes.
“Maybe we should let him do it,” she heard Julieta whisper to Bruno, earning her a sharp look from both siblings. She shrugged unapologetically.
“Remind me to never piss her off,” Leandra muttered to Agustín.
“Yeah, she’s terrifying,” he replied somewhat dreamily.
Leandra shook her head, then announced, “I’ll go talk him down. I’ve wanted to murder Cicero more times than I can count, I know exactly what it takes to drag somebody back from that edge.”
“Good luck,” Bruno saw her off, before turning his full attention to his distressed sister.
Leandra ran after Félix, catching up with him just as he reached town. She didn’t bother trying to physically restrain him, she was strong but the man was built like a brick house and had the current temperament of a particularly stubborn bull, she didn’t fancy her chances in that match up.
“You’re not going to be able to stop me,” he said, grimly.
“I’ll be honest Félix, my ultimate goal here isn’t to stop you from killing Cicero,” she confessed, “it’s to ask you for a favor before you do.”
Félix glanced at her but didn’t respond.
“If you know what he tried to do to Pepa then you probably won’t be surprised to find out he’s the one that raped Rosalie,” she watched him carefully, he only looked angrier, “I want Cicero dead too, hell, I’ve even planned how I would do it. I’d poison his drink at a party, you know, for that sweet, sweet dramatic irony. But killing Cicero now means leaving Rosalie up a creek without a paddle. Her and her kid.”
This finally gave Félix pause, his anger abating just the tiniest bit. He slowed down a little, but still didn’t say anything. Leandra risked moving in front of him, blocking his path. He let her.
“If you want to kill Cicero, I’ll help, I can get you the poison, get you access to his drink, help you get away with it scotch free. But only after you help me clear Rosalie’s name,” she crossed her arms, “once her and Julio are taken care of, that fucker can burn. Alive or in hell, whichever you prefer.”
Félix sighed, scowling at first her, then the sky, “He raped my friend, he tried to rape Pepa, and he’s probably going to try to rape you. I want to tear him to shreds with my bare hands.”
“So would I, if I had hands like yours,” she shrugged, “but let’s think about his victims first.”
He closed his eyes and took some deep breaths, eventually he shook his head and sighed, “I’m not waiting around for him to hurt another innocent woman, especially not one of my little brother’s best friends. Somebody needs to stop him.”
“Don’t forget, if we both get our way, I might also be your future sister in law,” Leandra joked, earning her a quiet snort from her companion.
“All the more reason to stop him now, whatever the cost,” Félix said grimly.
“We could…”
“What?”
“If Julieta and Pepa knew I was suggesting this, they would be very upset with me, but we could go on the offensive,” Leandra whispered, “set a trap.”
“Let me guess, with you as bait?” he scowled deeper at the idea.
“Look Félix, you’re a very pretty man, but somehow I don’t think Cicero would be fooled if we put you in a wig and dress,” she grinned wryly.
He chuckled despite himself, shaking his head at her, “It’s risky.”
“Sí, but I’m already at risk,” she shrugged, “and frankly I’m getting a bit tired of living my life in fear. Not to mention I would like to ask Bruno on a proper date some time this century. I want this over with, and I want to end it on my terms. Not Cicero’s.”
Félix thought about it, eyes ticking over her as he weighed the pros and cons, finally he blew out a heavy breath, “I’m not agreeing to anything unless I know you’re safe.”
“Fair,” she smiled softly, “and appreciated. Cicero is afraid of Bruno, if both you and him are there to back me up when Cicero makes his move, I won’t be in any real danger.”
Félix nodded thoughtfully, “Could work.”
“It will work.”
Back at Casita, Bruno found himself with an armful of Pepa as she fretted, a blizzard whipping their hair around their faces.
“-of course I don’t mind if he kills that cabrón, but in broad daylight?! They’ll banish him for sure, not just banish him, hang him. All because I had to open my big fat mouth,” she dropped her head onto his shoulder.
“I-If it helps, I’m willing to swear to the entire village that Félix was with me, all day,” Agustín held up a finger nervously.
“Would you, really?” Pepa asked hopefully.
“Claro!” Agustín declared cheerfully, as if he’d just volunteered to water Pepa’s plants while she was away instead of committing perjury.
“It’s not- you don’t have to- R-Reina will talk him down,” Bruno said.
There was a pause.
Pepa poked him in the shoulder, “When I’m done panicking, we’re going to talk about the fact that you apparently call Leandra ‘Reina’. But I don’t have the emotional fortitude to make fun of you right now.”
“I do,” Julieta muttered, but she thankfully refrained, she just continued to pet Pepa’s back.
Bruno glanced up at the blizzard, maybe he would get lucky and die of hypothermia before he had to deal with the consequences of saying words.
Casita began clattering happily, then the front door opened, allowing Félix and Leandra to re-enter the house. They were both, thankfully, not covered in the blood of their enemies.
“Pepa! I am so sorry,” Félix said, immediately.
The blizzard turned back into a thunderstorm as Pepa went from distraught to angry, “Sorry? You’re sorry?! Good! You should be, I thought-. You almost went and got yourself banished or, or executed. And for what?”
“The most incredible person I ever met,” Félix answered with a soft smile and an easy shrug, then his face got a little more serious, “not to mention the safety of every girl and woman in the village.”
And just like that the storm was gone. Bruno had to resist the urge to let out a low, impressed whistle.
“Oh Félix,” she sighed, breaking out of Bruno’s arms to run to the man she would hopefully marry someday. He met her halfway up the stairs and they hugged eachother tightly.
“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Félix said, rubbing her back.
“I was mostly just scared that… that I would lose you,” Pepa confessed, a low mist swirling around her ankles as her ears turned pink.
Bruno exchanged a look with Julieta. Should they be seeing this? Kind of looked like a private moment. He was definitely going to use this as ammunition when Pepa brought up the whole “Reina” thing. Now he just needed Julieta to do something embarrassing and he’d be golden.
Félix muttered something to Pepa that had her practically swooning. Gross.
Bruno looked over the railing at Leandra, who seemed to be immune to the private moment. She wasn’t even looking at it. Her eyes were trained on Agustín, a calculating look on her face. Eventually, she shook her head, apparently dismissing whatever she’d been considering. Her eyes ticked from Agustín to Bruno and she jolted when she realized he was looking at her.
She smiled at him, wiggling her fingers. He returned the gesture, but privately he wondered what exactly she had said to Félix. He trusted her, he did.
He just got the feeling she was up to something.
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An Upgrade
It was time for the group to go to Melt's casino. But before they could, it was clear to them that the Shark god, Xook had decided to take it over. But now was not the time to be frightful, it was time to take action!
Ed: I am very much not a fan of going in with him in there!
Mari: do not be a coward! Hokusai is in there and she needs our help!
Rex: actually, there may be something we can do about this...
Ed: que?
Rex: we need to go under the Casino to find it!
Mari: huh?
Quetz: ooooh!
Jeanne: what exactly do you have in mind?
Rex: you'll see!
The group went into the casino, seeing it in a wreck even flooded for the most part.
Ishtar: how do we go underneath this place?
Rex: hmmm... maybe if we could find some stairs...
Jeanne: wait, you don't remember?
Quetz: it wasn't exactly an orthodox way to get down there at the time.
Mari: wait, there's a bigass hole over there! You think it could take us there?
They looked over and saw a large hole with water pouring down somewhat.
Rex: let's give it a try.
They look down it, and see what looks like a wrecked and flooded factory.
Quetz: this is it!
Ed: a factory?!
Rex: that's only part of what we're looking for!
The servants help take Rex and the kids down into the hole. Then Rex and Quetz started to search around.
Mari: what are we looking for?
Quetz: purple casino chips.
Jeanne: what for?
Rex: it's EXP it can strengthen the kids!
Ishtar: wait, what?! Melt had EXP casino chips? Where'd they come from?
Quetz: the customers themselves!
Ed: why?!
Rex: to become an entire ocean, and absorb this singularity into herself!
Mari: looks like Xook prevented that.
As they were speaking, rumbling could be heard from above, and more water started pouring down.
Rex: ah hell
Quetz: the water from the stadium is going to come down on us!
Jeanne: we better speed it up then!
The group goes all over trying to find the chips, eventually Ed manages to find what looks like it!
Ed: I think I found them!
Rex: you sure!
Ed: they're purple chips!
Mari: but how do we use them?
Quetz: we never actually saw Melt use them! She lost all of them before she could!
Mari: then how are we supposed to use them!
Then, finally, the ceiling gave way!
All of the water from the pool poured into the basement the group was in, and at the last second, Ed grabbed a bunch of the chips hoping for the best.
As the room is filled with water, Melt, Hokusai, an unconcerned Protea come down with the water. With Xook and his small army of sharks following down.
Xook: Ra har har har! What a poor showing for a supposed "Leviathan!" Ra har har!
Melt made an angry face, but unable to speak at all in the water.
Xook: awww, got nothing to say? No witty comebacks?
Melt then decided to swim towards Xook in an effort to attack. Only for one of his sharks to headbutt her, knocking her into some rocks on the floor.
Xook: nice effort, but poor execution!
Then, more sharks start to surround her, while she's unable to do much.
Xook: ur a bit too skinny for my liking, but I'm sure you'll still taste decent enough! Ra har har ha-
Then, a huge marine reptile came and bit one of the sharks in half!
Xook: huh?!
Melt: !!!
A giant Pliosaur was now swimming around the place, with Ed right on top of it.
Xook: boy! Got some new tricks up your sleeve all of a sudden?! How nice, but it won't be enough!
Ed: we'll see about that, chum breathe!
Xook: ohohoho! Ya even managed to grow a pair, huh?!
The remaining sharks go after Ed, while he has his new Familiar attack, managing to crunch another, while the force of the attack in the water knocks the rest back!
Meanwhile, Melt decides to try and swim up, then saw Hokusai and the others try to awaken the unconscious Kingprotea. She decides to help, despite not being a fan of the situation.
Melt swims towards the others, then performs a large kick on the sleeping giant's head, waking her up.
Kongprotea then proceeded to pick up the group in her hands and swim up.
Protea: *gasp* what happened?!
Melt: I'd also like to know!?
Jeanne: monster shark wants Mastersonas's kids dead.
Protea: why?!
Ishtar: prophecy bs, doesn't matter right now. We need to help.
Back with Ed and Xook, Ed was actually managing to keep his own during the fight.
Xook: gotta say boy, I'm surprised how well you've held your own! Normally I've got ya shivering. But now you're standing your ground! Doesn't mean I won't still kill ya, just though I'd let ya know before I do so.
Ed: you're the only that's gonna be dead today, chum for brains!
Then Ed's Pliosaur charged while Xook simultaneously charged too!
Thr group was seeing this from above.
Rex: will he be able to do it?!
Quetz: I don't want to risk it!
Mari: wait, look!
Then it was seen that Ed and his new beast were charging up with Lightning.
Melt: Protea! Get us out of the water!
Protea: ok!
Protea leaped out of the water, just barely making it in time. While Ed and his beasty attack and Electrocuted Xook!
Xook: RAAAAAAAH!
And after it's over, Xook is seen floating belly up at the surface. Ed finally manages to get back up to the surface with his familiar.
Then the group gave him a big group hug!
Rex: holy shit, Mijo! You managed to kill him!
Quetz: you finally managed to summon your own familiar! I'm so proud of you!
Mari: you fucking fried that asshole! Holy fuck!
Ed: hehehehe... gracias you guys....
After the hug ends, Ed is seen more scared again.
Ed: but I was just holding it all in... I Was Terrified the whole time!
Quetz: oh that's OK, Mijo! No one is without fear, all that matters is you fought on regardless of your own fear!
Rex: how'd you manage it anyways?!
Ed: with these!
Ed then pulls out the XP chips they were looking for.
Mari: you figured out how to use them?!
Ed: kinda...? I think I somehow absorbed them?
Mari: man, gimme those!
Mari then grabs them for her own use.
Mari: I wanna put down that stupid bat the same way!
Rex: now that'd be a sight to see!
After that it was time to continue on with their journey.
A/N: so Ed got to grow up a bit more! Got to tough it out against that shark! Things have changed....
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12, 13, 26 for the song questions
omggg perdoname amiguita
gracias, nonetheless <333
questions
12: A song from your preteen years
mmmm which one direction song to choose oh god
ok, I'll go with Rock Me because they rocked my world
13: One of your favorite 80’s songs
so blessed hydrozagadka still plays it everytime they go "retro"...
26: A song that makes you want to fall in love
Hey There Delilah!
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Ok, so this is a weird one.
I was listening to the Uniform / The Body collaboration album called "Everything That Dies Someday Comes Back", or more accurately, I was listening to "Vacancy" (www.youtube.com/watch?v=hVEBxP…) on a loop because I like that song a lot, and two neurons on my brain clicked and realized that there was a specific sonic character that perhaps will make a comeback one day that "disappeared": Cosmo the Seedrian.
So I decided to take the album cover for the collab and try to shoehorn cosmo into it or "Cosmify" as I coined it now, that included finding a fitting image, which I did with massive thanks to @DailyCosmoPics the best account on twitter, specifically this one (t.co/kZxeVvgnBb) and make it look more like the cover, and a actual painting, so I added thanks to GIMP a texture for it and added some cubism to the screencap to make it more artsy.
And now we get to the matter of all the writing on the side, which I fully admit that I just copied and pasted the text from the original cover and changed some things in order to make it fit so here are the changes if you care:
* Changed the label name from "Sacred Bones" to "Cosmic Indifference" to represent the nihilistic tone of the "album"
* Changed the name of the album series to "Ephemeral Friends" to point that is a collab album in a really abstract way and also a reference for reasons I will not get into because you might get spoiled.
* Changed the little text under the name of the "Album" to "An album that will never be released" because it won't be lol.
* Changed the two collaboration artists to, well, you can figure out way and if you don't just watch s3 of sonic x to find out lol.
* Added a text to the bottom that reads as follows:
"ALL OF THE NON-EXISTENT PROCEEDINGS FROM THIS FICTICIOUS WORK WILL GO TO THE "#SAVECOSMO" MOVEMENT DEDICATED TO BRING BACK COSMO THE SEEDRIAN INTO THE SONIC SERIES"
* And adeed my own interpretation of the #savecosmo movement logo on the right
So yeah, that's about it.
* Massive thanks to:
- SEGA for being pivotal in creating "Cosmo the Seedrian" and the Sonic series in general
- @DailyCosmoPics on twitter for the pic, you rock!
- The Body & Uniform for making such a sick album
- The #SAVECOSMO movement, for being a source of inspiration
- Alexander Barton for making the original artwork for the original "Everything That Dies Someday Comes Back", you are way more talented than I will ever be.
Use #savecosmo on twitter to figure more out about the movement. I ain't telling you.
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Ok, esto es una cosa rara.
Estaba escuchando el álbum de colaboración de Uniform / The Body llamado "Everything That Dies Someday Comes Back", o más exactamente, estaba escuchando "Vacancy" (www.youtube.com/watch?v=hVEBxP...) en bucle porque me gusta mucho esa canción, y dos neuronas de mi cerebro hicieron clic y se dieron cuenta de que había un personaje sonoro específico que quizás vuelva algún día a "desaparecer": Cosmo.
Así que decidí coger la portada del disco para la colaboración e intentar meter a Cosmo con calzador o "Cosmificar" como lo he acuñado ahora, eso incluía encontrar una imagen adecuada, lo que hice con un agradecimiento masivo a @DailyCosmoPics la mejor cuenta de twitter, concretamente esta (t.co/kZxeVvgnBb) y hacer que se pareciera más a la portada, y a una pintura real, así que añadí gracias a GIMP una textura para ella y añadí algo de cubismo a la captura de pantalla para hacerla más artística.
Y ahora llegamos al asunto de toda la escritura en el lado, que admito plenamente que acabo de copiar y pegar el texto de la cubierta original y cambió algunas cosas con el fin de hacer que se ajuste así que aquí están los cambios si te importa:
* Cambiado el nombre de la etiqueta de "Sacred Bones" a "Cosmic Indifference" para representar el tono nihilista del "álbum"
* Cambiado el nombre de la serie de álbumes a "Ephemeral Friends" para señalar que es un álbum collab de una manera realmente abstracta y también una referencia por razones en las que no voy a entrar porque podría estropearse.
* Cambiado el pequeño texto bajo el nombre del "Álbum" a "Un álbum que nunca será publicado" porque no lo será lol.
* Cambiado los dos artistas de colaboración a, bueno, usted puede averiguar manera y si no sólo ver s3 de sonic x para averiguar lol.
* Añadido un texto al final que dice lo siguiente:
"TODOS LOS PROCEDIMIENTOS INEXISTENTES DE ESTE TRABAJO FICTICIO IRÁN AL MOVIMIENTO "#SAVECOSMO" DEDICADO A TRAER DE VUELTA A COSMO A LA SERIE SONIC"
* Y añadi mi propia interpretación del logo del movimiento #savecosmo a la derecha
Así que sí, eso es todo.
* Gracias masivas a:
- SEGA por ser fundamental en la creación de "Cosmo the Seedrian" y la serie de Sonic en general
- @DailyCosmoPics en twitter por la foto, ¡eres genial!
- The Body & Uniform por hacer un álbum tan enfermo
- El movimiento #SAVECOSMO, por ser una fuente de inspiración
- Alexander Barton por hacer el arte original de "Everything That Dies Someday Comes Back", tienes mucho más talento del que yo jamás tendré.
Usa #savecosmo en twitter para saber más sobre el movimiento. No te lo voy a decir.
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Narcos México: Dating them would include: (7/7)
ok, i was too lazy to fully edit so please forgive me if this is actually trash :((
Tags: @fandomnerd16 , @visintaes , @sheeshgivemeabreak
Warnings: NSFW!
Güerito is the softest out of everyone, a KING, you two are just so damn cute together
The most loving and affectionate relationship, im crying
Your relationship is the most talked about among everyone, the it couple from sinaloa,,,
he’s so hopelessly in love with you,,, his heart would just melt when you simply tell him you love him-
like, there is never a moment where you two are mad at each other, you’re always seen smiling and giving each other the biggest heart eyes anyone has ever witnessed- i cant,
Wherever Hector needs to make an appearance, like at a party, he’s arriving with you because there’s no Güero Palma without you-
his forehead kisses are the best
would give you them before he has to go talk business with a socio at a party and leave you with chapo or cochi
It makes him comfortable to leave you with them because he knows they’ll protect you with their lives if they have to-
“Ahorita regreso, mi cielo, si ocupas algo, avisale a Chapo, eh? No me tardo”
I cant, the way he softly speaks to you is everything,,,
he also probably looks over every 5 minutes to make sure you’re doing alright without him,,,
He’s always holding your hand - im crying
He’ll intertwine your hands and bring them to his lips to kiss your hand-
Or he’ll bring your intertwined hands to his chest, over his heart and caress your face with the other hand,,,
“este corazon es solo de ti, mi amor” i-
ok I keep thinking about the way Güerito would look at you at all times, everyday,,
The lovesick puppy look is everything,-
He could also talk about you for hours because holy shit do you have him tied down-
, nothing makes him smile brighter than seeing you get along with Chapo and Cochi, even though they tend to endlessly tease the both of you-
“Bueno, cuando piensan ustedes hacer chiquito güeritos y güeritas, pues? Pinche, Chapito ya quiere ser un padrino”-
The little look Güero throws at you when you blush and smile up at him after Cochi said that-
Honestly, Cochi and Chapo would probably be so escandalosos the day you announce your pregnancy, i-
The sinaloa family grows :))
I just know, Hector has a framed photo of you two on his desk🥺,,,
He’ll just stare at your face when he’s beginning to stress out and remind himself that he’s doing it for you,, so he can keep you happy-
My heart--, Hector gives me hardcore old school vibes, like even though you’re married, he’s always giving you the biggest bouquet of roses he can find before every. single. date.
The tiny little smile he has as he stands there when he sees your eyes light up-
“Para ti mi amor, te los escogí yo mismo” fuck
, When he takes you out to eat, he’s holding your hand from across the table, running his thumb over your knuckles-
, this man is giving you his undivided attention when you talk and giving you the most adoring smile, im dying-
ok Güero would totally be the one to take you to a “mini” date after your date
Like, he’ll take you to the neveria or even buy you 6 different antojitos for you to share with him -im sobbing
I cant even imagine how his heart would literally break whenever he sees you upset, automatically thinking what he did wrong to make you sad :(
“Mi cielo, que paso? No llores, dime, que hice” I- :(((
just the way he holds you and lets you cry into him-
ohh,, if someone hurted you, he would personally shoot up all of sinaloa if he has to in order to make you feel safe again-
He would go through hell and back just to make it up to you and see you smile,,,,
He also definitely tries his best to shield you from the business, but he can’t help but rant to you about everything that goes on
, I feel like he’ll rant to you about the time Chapo suggested his tunnel idea and hector is just over here rambling about how tf he’s going to find another way through tijuana
Its not until you speak up about maybe considering chapo’s idea, like you mention something about “por lo que me dices, no se van dar cuenta los de tijuana, mucho menos porque nadie piensa buscar abajo de tierra, hector”
Güero just pauses and looks at you, because??? You just said it so nonchalantly and made the idea make sense to him? all while making champurrado like the queen you are-
“Intelligente, mi preciosa, verdad?” as he comes up to you and tilts your face to kiss you,,
ooh the two of you making food together has my heart dying,-
domestic-hector can have my whole fucking soul,,
SoftCuddles in the morning and before bed, he would pull you on top of him and give you so many kisses on your face, your happy laughter just makes him so weak, I-
NSFW:
alright right off the bat, this man loves receiving blowjobs from you, like not only because it lowers his stress levels, but also just the way you look,, makes him hard,
when your on your knees for him, your mouth filled with his cock, and the sounds that fill up the room,,i - he has that view ingrained into his memory,,
cada vez que se encabrone, your already unbuckling his pants to help him relax in his chair at his office-
he’ll stare as you go down on him, letting out a deep low groans,-
“Un pinche angel que dios me mando, verdad mi cielo?”
as he holds the side of your face, slowly thrusting into your mouth-ok
this is going to lead into office sex, im sorry im not making the rules here
it just excites him having you lay on his workspace, gripping the desk and biting your lips to keep quiet as he pounds into you,
“no hagas ruido mi amor, yo se que puedes aguantar”
the one thing he hates about office sex tho is having to be quick because he doesn’t want to risk someone finding you naked on his desk with his cock inside of you-
and yet, you two are so good at hiding any noises that could lead to suspicion he’s banging you in his office,,
but he’s literally so shit at hiding the evidence, like, his hair and outfit are so out of place, there’s a fresh hickey on his neck and your panties were left on the floor,,
“Güero, no chingues, son las nueve de la mañana, cabron, no te podrías esperar?”
Cochi and Chapo would give him so much shit, pero le vale
ok at home though, i feel like Güero is a mix of desperate and slow, like he’ll desperately smother you in kisses, wanting to get you out of your clothes as soon as possible,,
But once he has you laid out on the bed, he’s slowing down, taking his time, worshiping you
He needs to make you feel good before he can even think about himself,, you can fight me if you don’t think this man loves going down on you
es apasionado el cabron, he’s looking up at you while he’s in between your thighs, probably has his hands wandering up your body as you cry out for him, letting you move your hips on his face -dammit
the way he’ll kiss your inner thighs when he’s done, i-
ok my soft bby needs to see your face when you have sex, he admires the way you respond to his thrusts-
i know hector would lay his forehead on yours, cooing how good youre being for him as he gently holds your face and do those slow but rough thrusts-
or he’ll plant one of his hands on your stomach, pounding into you, thinking about how beautiful you would look swole this his kid, im sorry
dont look at me, that is one of his many goals ok, quiere una familia, he goes rock hard just thinking about knocking you up-
alright, can you imagine surprising him when he comes home after a long day to see you wearing lingerie, his mind just goes blank when he sees you walk up to him
“no estoy muerto, verdad?”
his hands are automatically holding your waist as you laugh up to him, pulling him along to your bedroom,,
“no, nomas queria recordarte cuanto te amo” ,- ohh
ok-i laugh at this scenario,, but, Cochi probably teases güero non stop when he’s mad and yells at his workers
like, he’ll wander up to güero who’s fuming, a death glare in his eyes and cochi just smugly saying,
“Quieres que llamo tu mujer para que te pueda chupar a la verga?”
Güero just throws him an annoyed look, like are you being fr right now? “Callate, pendejo”
but the next day he arrives with like 15 orders of tacos for everyone with a smile and Chapo would probably be the next to call him out,,
“Que Güero, tuvistes una buena noche? Le dices a tu mujer que gracias de parte de todos aqui” ,,,
guero wouldnt even be mad at that point, probably gives them a little smile because el si tiene mujer que lo cuida-
god, riding güero, sign me tf up
this is where he’ll help you tear your clothes off on top of him and give you deep kisses that leave you breathless, helping you grind on him
he’ll wrap his arms around you and deeply thrust into you with no warning, making you throw your head back
kissing your neck as he feels you try to vigorously bounce on him, while you run your hands through his hair,,
His hands would be everywhere, one minute their grasping your ass the next he has them running all over back,,
fuck, when he grips your hips to hold you still on top of him as he roughly thrusts into you,,i-
GraBbinG his necklace, like tangling it in between your hands to tightly grasp something when he makes you shout his name- wow
#narcos mexico imagine#narcos mexico imagines#narcos imagine#hector palma salazar#el guero#hector palma x reader#narcos mexico#narcos: mexico#narcos#also im big sad theres no gifs para mi guero#is he underrated? yes :(
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