#Bruno why you gotta be so cool

[bellarosethefangirl]

3 & 4

Hi thank you anon 💗 Hope my answers don’t disappoint. All I can say is I’m embarrassing 🏃🏻‍♀️ thanks for dealing with my fangirl nonsense

3. Best JoJo?

This one was tough but I gotta say it was between Johnathan and Jolyne. I very much am a fan of each jojo. The best jojo is Jolyne Kujo 😍! I wish there could be more content for her I adored her character so much. She’s a badass, doesn’t take shit, selfless, self-sacrificing, understanding, funny, and has many more lovable characteristics. Someone please hire me to make a spin-off about Jolyne Kujo I’ll do anything! 👀📝

4. Best JoBro or side protagonist?

Bruno Bucciarati 🥰 he’s so lovable I can’t tell you how much merchandise I have for the man. He’s such a badass and he has so many loveable traits as well. He’s got charisma, charm, loyalty, he’s self-sacrificing, and the list could go on. Bruno could command me to lick the sidewalk and I’d do it without hesitation 😌

[baestruly]

the sun shines brighter ─ jj maybank

❝when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while.❞ bruno mars

( 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 ⋫ 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖎 )  jj maybank x grumpy!reader.

⤷ IN WHICH, he was the world.

he will do anything to get you smile, feeling the glory of his accomplishment to see his girl happy.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - nothing. pure fluff

authors note - this was stuck in my head and i just had to write it, especially knowing jj being the sunshine one. plus i see too many where the roles are always reversed in romance.

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It was more than JJ Maybank would like to admit, but he tried so━━so fucking hard to earn that sweet smile that rarely erupted on your face. Honestly, he would do the most bizarre shit that’s even came to be extreme for you just to earn his sweet reward that made his stomach churn with admiration and heat knowing he was the one to make your frown turn upside down.

It’s not that you always had bad days, and even though most were frequent, you didn’t find most beauty in life as exciting as JJ did. Like most Pogues on the island, surfing thrilled others, but not you. Sure, it was cool━━but like, meh.

Honestly, you did enjoy some things in life, you weren’t miserable. It’s just, you are extremely good at hiding your emotions, not having loving parents as a child to cheer you up when you are sad, or trying to impress you the way JJ Maybank did. He was completely head over heels for you and it was something you weren’t used to, you just didn’t know how to express it. JJ would like to think of your way of expressing it we’re huffs of irritation, which he would accept! If that’s all he got.

“Why so sad, baby?” JJ is interlocking his hand with yours, the warmth of his strong and could used hand enveloping yours into a comforting bliss. Another thing you secretly admired about him. His hands that touched your skin, creating electricity bursting through your body, touching your soft hair as he one time tried to braid it but miserably failed, and how his thumb would graze━━what he calls your━━‘perfect lips’. 

He would do anything for you, and anything to make sure he knew your happiness was still bottled up inside.

“I’m not sad, JJ.” You fought back, giving him a huff. You weren’t, he should’ve known that by now, but you unknowingly squeezed his hand harder. 

“Then let's turn that frown upside down━━alright? A good day can't go to waste, I’m gonna need one smile on that beautiful face of yours, baby.” He took his other hand to place his thumb on the corner of your mouth, as you both lock eyes with one another. His eyes pool with love and smugness as he lifts the corner of your mouth to turn your lips up from one side. It was stupid━━so stupid that you loved the idiot. Gosh.

“M’ gonna fuckin’ hypnotize you in these beautiful blue eyes.” He taunted, hot pools of affection pouring out and filling yours as you floated, staring into his. “Shit━━never mind I think you are.”

JJ was still holding up one side of your mouth as he says that, unknowingly making you burst out with a quick giggle from your throat. How stupid was this boy you loved. Stupid, stupid, stupid━━but you stupidly loved him as you stupidly let the laugh slip, happiness that was secretly bottled up inside erupting through the electricity of the boy's hands connecting with your lips.

Taken aback, JJ jumped back as if he was shocked by the sudden outburst, frantically pointing at you as he jumped with laughter bubbling from his chest, deep and hollow.

“See! You see that! That was me━━mhm, there it is.” He quickly came back to hold both sides of your face in his big hands, cradling your head. “You’re so beautiful. God, you gotta do that more often, baby, I’m tellin’ you━━”

“Alright, alright.” You gave in, swatting his hand away playfully as you let your teasing side show upon the small smile on your face. Although, this time, JJ’s thumb wasn’t there to hold it up. 

“You look beautiful with that shit eating grin on your face too, pretty boy.”

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jj masterlist           masterlist

ty for reading! ik this is kinda short. 

[ask-gorgonzolatheclown]

Well. That was. Informative! Thank you for the reminder, Bruno!

Why did you feel the need to say that, again...?

" ETREH NCA ONYL EB NOE. "

" MI ICSK FO GHIAVN SIHT FINRORIE ELOEPPARGNDG RNIUGNN URDANO ENIMRDGNI EM FO TWHA MI ONT! "

" buddy. "

" What'd we say about using our words? It's awfully mean to growl at people. "

"..."

" If you're upset, take a minute to cool down. You don't need to respond to someone that says something ugly to you. If it makes you sad you can always talk to me about it, remember? I don't mind if you need to let it out but... You might make Peppino uncomfortable growling like that considering... everything. "

" It's okay to feel mad, but you can't growl at people. It might make things escalate, and I don't want to see you get hurt. "

" You're a hot mess, you. But say, since I'm feeling better, maybe you could help finish prep in the kitchen. I'll be right behind you, I just gotta get the crust out of my eyes and freshen up a little from bawling. Ok? "

" OK. "

( I don't think telling him everything is a good idea. I've only known him for nearly two months. I think I can level with him on one thing, though... )

Long text under cut

Gus: You know when you told me the other day about him growling at Brick I thought you were just overreacting.

Peppino: Well now you see what I'm talking about. Maybe you should leave them at home from now on.

Gus: Did you understand what he said? 'Memento Mori'? Is that Italian?

Peppino: No, it's not. Zola, do you know what that means?

Gorgonzola: No sir, I'm sorry.

Peppino: That glob of undercooked dough gonna get a foot up its ass if it doesn't cut it out. I can't take much more of this.

Gorgonzola: Mr. Peppino can I speak to you for a minute, alone?

Peppino: I suppose. Gus, you should help with prep. If you start feeling uncomfortable come back.

Peppino: ...

Gorgonzola: ...

Peppino: Alright, what is it?

Gorgonzola: First and foremost sir, I'm sorry. I-

Peppino: Don't start. I don't want to hear you apologize. You can't control what that thing does.

Gorgonzola: ...Alright, well. I just wanted to talk to you a minute about that. I don't very much appreciate you calling him names, it makes him angry-

Peppino: Nonono, no. Don't. I will throw you out of this Pizzeria by the collar of your polo! I have been SO nice to it today! I let it lick the dishes, eat the old food out of the fridge, and it growled at me this morning because I turned the light on in the kitchen!

Gorgonzola: Sir he's not going to be nice to you after one day of being kind to him... somewhat. You beat him up and threw him off a building.

Peppino: CAN YOU BLAME ME!?

Gorgonzola: Of course I can't! I don't blame you at all, you were completely in the right to do so. I'm not saying that you were wrong to do any of what you did, but I'm saying that on both sides it was exceptionally traumatizing.

Peppino: Traumatizing for him? Right. His existence is traumatizing to me.

Gorgonzola: Sir he scares me too, you know that right...?

Peppino: What?

Gorgonzola: He scares me a lot.

Peppino: Well... then... why would you vouch for it the way you did when you convinced me to let it in...?

Gorgonzola: Because deep down I know he's just like me. Heck Mr. Peppino, the Tower runs so much deeper than a place we used to live in. That's where life started. There was no outside. Everything that was in there was all we knew, for me all I knew was circuses and shows, for him it was labs and darkness, the only food is rats and other, smaller, messed up versions of yourself. Everyday he has to live with the fact he's supposed to be someone he very much is not.

Peppino: ...

Gorgonzola: I'm not saying you have to put up with him, I'm asking you to have some patience and compassion.

Peppino: Which I've given a lot of-

Gorgonzola: I know, trust me I know. He's a lot for me too. I'm just asking you to have a little more. I can't tell you what to do or convince you that deep down he's a gentle giant, but if you give it time, I think you'll see him for what he is.

Peppino:

Gorgonzola:

Peppino: Damn it. I knew I made a good decision hiring you for the front. [chuckles] You sure you're a clown and not a conman?

Gorgonzola: Being a clown requires a lot of social prowess, sir! Sorry.

Peppino: Ah. Forget about it. Just ... I suppose I'll be more patient with him or at least do my best. Just don't expect an immediate change.

Gorgonzola: I don't, sir. Thank you for hearing me out.

Peppino: Ti ringrazio, Gorgonzola, for talking to me.

[siromany]

Maybe Jin Kusanagi for the ask meme (if you’re still doing them)?

Okay so try very hard not to imagine a rantsona while scream about this, it's gonna be long dfgkfkghfghgffjghj

Why I like them/why I don’t

Okay so I have a very complicated relationship with Vrains, and to me it has many a sins, and one that drives me insane is Jin. I'm gonna be real right now, he's not a character. He is at best a plot point, but he's given ZERO agency. He's been here since season 1 and it drives me nuts just how like he's treated by the series. He's mainly just a motivation for Kusanagi and Yusaku at that point of the story, where the only on screen moments we get of him are flashes of him in emotional coma sitting in the corner of the room. Watching this series as it came it probably has also influenced my ire with this whole thing bc I had been hoping when season 2 came out, he'd be an incorporated character since it was seemed slowly we were getting more access to the lost incident kids. First episode of season 2. Less than five minutes IF NOT THREE of screen-time. He has no dialogue lines. FRIDGED AGAIN. I just kind of took it at the time bc I had been hoping maybe some time later in the season he'd be like, more there! However the next time we get to see him they made him literally just walking furniture. You could replace him with a coat rack and it would make no difference. He is ONCE AGAIN a goal and NOT a character!!! He's not even mentally present for those appearances either it's just a display of him, so playing the angle emotional torture for the characters is just one-sided. I do gotta say tho when Lightning brings him out during his and Ryoken's duel it's kind of a cruel hilarity of the concept of like, imagine you got coma'd by a funky light being, and now you're awake again seeing people argue whether or not to kill you. It's fucked!!! Honestly I liked that part but the hindsight of his character treatment makes it more fucked up in not the fun way. Often times when ranting about him to my friends who listen to me talk about yugioh, I comment on how Jin basically gets the same done dirty treatment as many girl yugioh characters. Diversity win!!! Even the guy gets fridged!!! None of them deserve that. I think honestly for me tho one of the biggest last straws was that they like, gave him a fucking digital lobotomy!!! "Sorry we broke this guy so bad we gotta hard reset him because writing some sort of recovery would be too hard." THERE IS SO MANY. TERRIBLE LONG TERM IMPLICATIONS OF DELETING THAT MEMORY. It really opens up way too many tragic doors than closes them!!! He was the most mentally affected of the six of them, even if the primary event is gone he still spent ten years suffering mentally and emotionally! Now he has that with no core memory attached as to why he was like that! If that part was deleted too then wouldn't the gap of time in his memories be fucking distressing??? Also the fact that even if he can't remember it, Kusanagi has to live the knowledge and memories of everything that went down and now he can't even open up to him about how he felt and what he was going through! Jin is just done so dirty in this series, and I feel so so bitter about him. I was really hoping he would be able to be a proper character bc I really like his design and season 1's handling of trauma was done pretty well, and I was excited for how they were going to handle his! I am booboo the fool. Also side note but literally like the Japanese VA for him literally gets more dialogue lines as THE OTHER SIDE CHARACTERS HE PLAYS than he does Jin!!!

What I like about their appearance

I love his emo bangs and I will forever be salty they took it from him in the end. Also I think one can enjoy his dead eye'd stare (very evocative of Bruno to me) He's got the depression sweats, but I would prefer if he wore socks or something but I think he gets a pass for what he went through. I think his Lightning faction outfit is kind of cool, he gets priest-y wizard robes, but I cannot genuinely enjoy that version of him.

Do I prefer their dub names or original names?

His last name will always be Kusanagi to me

OTP

There is just not enough in canon to make me even wanna approach that topic (the AU is a completely different territory tho)

NOTP

DO NOT SHIP HIM WITH HIS BROTHER FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

OT3

same reason as OTP

Favourite card they use

I'm actually not that big fan of the Armatos Legio deck alas

Favourite moment they were in

Every moment he is on screen I am filled with pain and anger and the desire of what could have been. Actually it's Lightning sitting on his shoulder shit talking the duels happening to him while he's just got that dead stare. They could have been the bitchiest duo in another life honestly.

Least favourite moment

The digital lobotomy. Hindsight moment is probs when he's the censored avatar HE'S THERE HE'S RIGHT THERE ORUGHRGHRHGHRGHGRHHHHH honestly it would have been fucking funny if they slapped the filter back on him after the reveal it makes no difference. Actually you know what the lifting of the collar over his mouth to signify him losing even less (of what little) agency he has left kind of just serves as that anyway.

[mrsbsmooth]

So we know you love Lewie 💗💗 Any thoughts on the other islanders, the season so far, the twin twist? And what steamy fics can we expect from you 🔥🔥My request is for a threesome with Ozzy and Marshall 🥵👯‍♂️ Wait, am I Kat?! 🤣

tbf a LOT of the islanders are fire this season, so I’ll take them all! Ok, FB has turned me into thirsty Kat.

I MEANNNNNNNNNN

Honestly, thoughts are all over the place. But thank you so much for asking!!! Here they are as of today:

The Game:

The first 3 chapters - 8/10 I was going to give it a 7.5, because of the repeating dialogue and a few spelling mistakes, but so far, I think it's better written than Seasons 4 and 5- maybe on par with S3 which is a season I really enjoyed. I'm really liking how Amelia seems to be responding to how you treat her, especially if you look at the scripts. Whether or not that will affect her actions remains to be seen.

The MC - 8/10 I gotta say... she's pretty cute. It does take some fiddling to get her the way you want her, and some of her facial expressions make it look like she's had botched lip job, but overall, she's definitely prettier than S4 and S5. (Except your S5 MC ^^ wtf she's so pretty???)

The LIs - 9/10 So far, I'm really liking what I'm seeing. Yeah, some of their dialogue is the same. But I think they're different enough in personality and where it matters that it's not as noticeable as it was in say, Season 4, where James and Bruno shared a whole heap of the same dialogue, but it was clearly written with Bruno in mind, so it just seemed OOC for James. We've got a cocky dancer with a hopeless romantic streak; a golden retriever boyfriend with a soft spot for his Nan; a funny, cheeky skateboarder with a 'why-don't-you-make-me' level of flirt; and also Ryan is there. The personalities are distinct, the character designs are great, I'm really looking forward to finding out more about them

Overall design and concept- 7/10 I gotta say, I'm optimistic. It's starting out really strong for a new season. I get that it's not everyone's cup of tea, as it's a little 'gimmicky', but that's the road Fusebox are going down with the past few seasons. They're not just doing an 'open play' like S1, 2 and 3 where you come in as an OG and play all the way through. 4,5, and 6 are all 'themed', and I think having a twin in the villa is a cool concept that'll be worth exploring. It's been easy in previous seasons to just play for yourself, and say 'fuck these hoes' and just take whatever LI you want. But when it's your own sister, I think it'll make it harder to go after what you want - a moral dilemma with a family flavour. I kinda love it. Plus, if you have an identical twin that's as hot as you are, I doubt this is the first time you've had men confused about which one of you to pick💀

The Islanders:

Bella - hot. flawlessly hot. incredible rack. Her character design is absolutely gorgeous, and she is gonna be a fan favourite for sure. She just seems so fun, similar to Cora from S4, but more mature and ready for a romantic relationship. Can't wait to watch her bloom.

Grace - FB I will never forgive you for not making her a LI. I want her, those curves just *chefs kiss*. But honestly, if anyone's gonna be my bestie, I'm feeling it ith Grace. Yeah, she seems to like Ozzy, but she doesn't seem like the type to get her claws in and latch on for dear life a la Kat or Hope. Let's just hope and pray and beg that they're not making a brown girl villain again.

Ivy - I told y'all from the moment I saw her that I didn't trust this bitch. She looks too much like my cousin and my cousin is a backstabbing skank. I'm loving the concept of her though, this super type-A girl who (I almost guarantee) is either going to a) get kicked out early for being too picky, or b) have the most beautiful redemption arc where she ends up with a guy who ticks exactly zero of her boxes but she falls for him anyway. However, given Fusebox's history, I'm gonna predict she's the villain for about 2 days, then gets booted, same as Lexi from S4.

Jamal - Boys with J names 🚩... but honestly he seems nice. He's my backup LI at the moment. I'll see how things go with my #1 and might start again with Jamal instead. I think you're gonna get some wonderfully steamy scenes with this one. He's giving Bobby x Arjun, and that is something that deeply appeals to me. Cheeky, cheeky, cheeky. He's a saucy little minx and he's gonna be trouble, I just know it. Love his design, love his character so far, really happy.

Lewie - I thought he was a little baby-faced to start with, but honestly, I look at him and my brain screams husband. I'm getting Bruno x Gary x Ciaran from this one, and oh dear me, if that's not a combo that makes me swoon IDK what is. Love him so far, he's such a sweetheart but I love a footy lad.

Ozzy - I'm suspicious. I know he's already captured a few peoples' attention, but I was a little dismissive with him and he seemed a bit... red flag-y. Just a little too arrogant, you know? A little too flirtatious for someone who's very aware of how into him Grace is. I did like that he'd never had a one night stand though, although not sure how that meshes with the celebrity he apparently hooked up with in the dance studio? Because in the challenge he said he'd never dated a celebrity, but he also said he's never had a one night stand, so did he have a celebrity FWB????? The stories just aren't adding up to me. I don't trust him. Also his jaw's too sharp. And his flirty face looks like Rocco from S2. This one:

🥴

Ryan - Literally who? I keep forgetting he exists. Take your Timothee Chalamet ass away. IDK why but I'm getting Nicolas vibes from this one. 0/10 do not trust. It's something about the face.

Fics:

You want steamy fics? The @litgwritersroom asks are open, just sayinnnn

[dxsole]

FIVE THINGS! | Lázaro Vega

TAGGED BY: Stolen from @wornclean bc I too love association games! TAGGING: @devilmass, @bruisedconscience, @kiingsnake, @misshclly, @dogtccth, and anyone else who'd like to do this~!

EMOTIONS. 001 . Calm. Nothing ruffles his feathers outside of near-death experience, and you don't come across those often as a florist 002 . Elated. While he's not easily angered or annoyed, he's easily enthralled, easily excited. A particularly yappy dog in the street can make his entire week 003 . Contemplative. When you're surrounded by silence and enough greenery to trick yourself into thinking you're alone in nature, your mind wanders 004 . Personable. He could befriend the boogeyman 005 . Confusion. He's sometimes lost, sometimes a little behind other people, but that's okay because that just means he's about to learn something new

COLORS. 001 . Moss Green. An obvious choice, but still his favorite 002 . Mustard. Not sure why but he's always like that shade. It's like a more sophisticated yellow and it's great on a hot dog 003 . Black. Like his jeans, like his motorcycle, like his hair— it just goes with everything 004 . Purple. It's his wife's favorite color, so he always brings her bouquets of flowers in every purple shade he has. It grew on him and he can't look at it the same way now

SCENTS. 001 . Soil. That earthy scent of damp dirt after rainfall. It's under his fingernails, it's stuck to his jeans, it's under his shoes 002 . Lilac, Peonies, Jasmine, Roses. Every day its a slightly different bouquet depending on what he gathered for customers that day, but it's always sweet 003 . Old Spice. He thinks the commercials are funny 004 . Pot. It lingers on his clothes after a smoke, musky and earthy and good 005 . Honey. A local jar is in his shop's backroom to put on toast and in tea and leaves his fingers sticky

WARDROBE. 001 . The same floral shirt nightmares your beach house uncle wears 002 . Black jeans, black slacks, everything that hits his legs is black 003 . Ribbed wifebeaters to lounge in on hot days 004 . Thin gold chain swinging from his neck 005 . Italian loafers. It's the one part of his wardrobe he splurges on. He likes nice shoes

OBJECTS. 001 . Carving knife. Good for pruning the plants and carving the little wooden animal sculptures that litter his shop 002 . Family photos in his wallet. His grandparents sitting on a porch on a hot summer's day. His sister's at one of their graduations, all smiles. His kids lined up in front of the house, slightly blurred due to their toddler energy. A close-up of his wife mid-snort from some joke he told on their fifth date, it's not flattering but its her. 003 . Walkman. Yes, he still has one and yes he uses it. He is listening to Marky Mark on CD as we speak 004 . Jerky. He's got those sticks stashed everywhere. Man's gotta have his meat 005 . Sunglasses. Can't go anywhere without a pair. He's a cool guy

VICES. 001 . Doubt. It creeps in some days, the idea of not doing enough, not having succeeded enough, especially when his sisters were further ahead of him in every way 002 . Weed. Maybe he's got his head in the clouds a little too much, but it's a nice place to be 003 . Passive. Doormat at times without even realizing it. He's too chill

ACTIONS. 001 . Squints at everything. He has naturally sleepy eyes and it doesn't help that he just narrows them further at every inquiry 002 . Hip pops, leaning, just in general not standing or sitting straight or splaying himself over a seat because he's here to be comfortable 003 . Fancy footwork. Always has a slight spring in his step or a dance at the ready. Shoulders shimmy, hips sway, twirls on a heel 004 . Stares. Never means to be rude and certainly doesn't have anything deep going on behind his eyes. Probably thinking about lunch

SONGS. 001 . GOLD - BROCKHAMPTON 002 . Finesse - Bruno Mars Feat. Cardi B 003 . The Highs & The Lows - Chance the Rapper Feat. Joey Bada$$ 004 . sophisticated - bbno$ 005 . Good Vibrations - Marky Mark & The Funky Bunch

[acrosstobear]

you have got to chill! he is obviously working behind the scenes regarding his future, and it's not something he can post or talk about until it actually happens/finalized. Just because he's not posting about his future plans on social media doesn't mean he's not actively working on it. Stop being so passive aggressive with all your Mick posts

https://www.autohebdo.fr/actualites/endurance/wec/philippe-sinault-sur-schumacher-mick-etait-demandeur.html

https://www.endurance-info.com/auto/article/109063-bruno-famin-alpine-mick-schumacher-semble-cocher-pas-mal-de-cases

i've read the articles and i'm definitely NOT looking for him to be posting about the test/wec/his future plans at all!!!! because agreed, he's obviously gotta figure it out and i'm not at all expecting him to be airing that out before its finalized.

but a post from HIM about Japan and driving the EVO2 would've been super cool. a post behind the scenes in qatar where he brought his camera, also super cool. a post about Mick's Kart Race from him, super cool. Deutsche Vermögensberatung tagged him like 5 times in this football challenge they are doing, post a video of you supporting your sponsor!!!!!!! he was in australia with jack and laila and other buddies a few weeks ago, post a surfing video. post a throwback to points finishes when they're a year on!!!!! or even to special races from last year. i get that we hate haas but like at some point we had fun too cause we were an f1 driver.

to be clear, i have this same complaint about callum -- they're both letting the team accounts post for them and assuming that's enough, but i've SEEN the team pics. i want your perspective on a race weekend. the selfies, the pics of the track or the garage, pics with team members, use a caption that tells me something slightly more than where you are, etc.

ironically, a person who manages the balance very well is marcus armstrong. the photo dumps are not revolutionary, thats not the point, but its a different perspective on race weekend than the one the team is posting for you (and yes, you can post the girlfriend in these too, as displayed by the lissie/marcus pics)

anyways, i just think that the marketing around him as a driver could be better. the only conversation and headlines he has popped up in are to shit on him and remind us why he doesnt have a seat and why hes not good enough for f1 and not only does that suck, but there's no push in any way shape or form to try and rebuke those cause he's not doing anything that could generate other headlines.

[cyberdragoninfinity]

4, 20 for the yugioh ask game?

IM GOING TO BE NAILED TO THE CROSS FOR THESE I FEAR

4. Favorite season/story arc

for each series i have seen:

DM: *crying anime girl jpg* SORRY FOR BEING A SEASON 4 LIKER IM SORRY I CANT HELP IT. like objectively battle city is the best arc but Waking the Dragon DOMA Atlantis will forever be where my heart calls home. you had to be there (baby dana in 2004 getting her entire brain chemistry blasted open by cool dragons and rex raptor's soul being ripped out of his body.) again,

GX: i love the first season of GX so much and so genuinely... it's just so silly and fun and the little filler antics make me smile so much. I'm also very fond of season 4 even though it's a pretty divisive one (and a little clunky i will admit).... seeing these kids get ready to graduate and grow up makes me sooo soft ;___;

5Ds: *crying anime girl jpg AGAIN* SORRY FOR BEING 5DS SEASON 2'S STRONGEST SOLDIER IM SORRY I CANT HELP ITTTTTTT like. ok see below there are part of it that Suck but that first chunk of s2 where the gang just dicks around in the garage and bruno is there is just such a treat. anyway also my actual top fav story arc is The Ark Cradle. We Know This. I am genuinely considering getting a custom ARKCRDL license plate for my car. that stretch of episodes is probably My Favorite Chunk of Yugioh Thus Far. it makes me sick in the head. it makes me explode. What if every duel Whipped Like Hell. What if Old Man Divorce happened For Real.

Zexal: god all of zex is so fuckin good but my fav is probably that first chunk of season too, the initial Barian Invasion...it's just peak yugioh hijinks and the horrors have yet to hit and it's FUN. THEY PLAY BASEBALL. RAY SHADOWS IS VERY HERE. GIRAG AND ALITO BESTIES MOMENTS. ART STANLEY.

20. Least favorite season/story arc:

again, for each series:

DM: god KC Grand Prix was bad. i thought it was bad when i was a kid and then i rewatched it and it still Was Not Very Good. i will fight for every other DM filler arc but Not That One. Sorry.

GX: aaaahhhhhh man i gotta say probably season 3....just like. especially that first half of it. When season 3 is good it's REALLY FUCKIN GOOD but it has moments that drag like hell and are just. Not fun to watch. and im still not rly the biggest fan of what they did with Jaden's character in that season...ah well. season 4 brings it home so i cant complain too much.

5Ds: ok yeah i can only defense s2 so much i love you WRGP but when you drag you FUCKING DRAG. WHY IS THE TEAM UNICORN DUEL LIKE 5 EPISODES LONG. THOG DONT CARE. WHERE ARE MY ITALIANS. also i love the dark signers arc but that shit with the ape king. i wish i could delete you from the canon.

Zexal: i actually dont think i have a 'least fav' season or arc! I genuinely had so much fun with all of Zexal and i think there's good to be found in all of it. i luv zexal :]

[jezabatlovesbats]

Alright, fine. I’ll talk about Wish.

Here are some ideas I had for how I’d redo it. It might be bad, but I’ll give it a shot. Here goes nothing…

- I would've changed the title to something like The Wishing Star, or The Kingdom of Wishes, or Asha and the Wishing Star. 

- I'd keep the 2D-3D animation blend. I can see why they'd want to go with that. It's like, a nod to all eras of the Disney studio's animation. But, it would look better however possible. 

- I think we should redo the entire soundtrack to make it way less pop. The best movies from the studio have Broadway-ish soundtracks. I've read on YouTube comments and such that it's better for musicals to focus on the story and themes and not pop replay-ability. Not every song needs to peak on the charts like We Don't Talk About Bruno did. (We can probably keep At All Costs, though.) 

- For the soundtrack, I would have taken a similar approach to the SpongeBob Musical, where each of the songs are from different songwriters they’ve worked with. Like, one song from Lin-Manuel, one from the Lopezes, one from Alan Menken, etc. As I saw in one comment, they could even bring in Elton John and Phil Collins. Another way I would’ve done it is have all of them collaborate on the soundtrack together. That would have been impactful. 

- Probably change the designs of the characters, the architecture and backgrounds of Rosas, and the music so that they better represent the Iberian peninsula/Andalusia. There's so much to work with from that area. Some of the characters' names can be changed to better fit the area, too. But I'm not from that area, nor am I of that heritage, so I'm not sure how that would be done. 

- The name of Rosas can also be changed so that it fits in with the theme of stars and wishes. I was thinking something along the lines of Estrellas. 

- What kind of a name is Magnificent? I thought of changing King Magnifico's name to something like King Maximilio. He can be called Maximilio the Magnificent (Maximilio el Magnifico). 

- I was thinking that Asha is his and Amaya's adoptive daughter. 

- The major supporting characters would be Star (as that shapeshifting humanoid being), Dahlia, and Sakina, who can be Asha's (biological) aunt.

- I'm not sure if Valentino would be there as well, honestly. 

- @annymation’s rewrite had the king and queen have a pet bobcat, and I think that's cool! I think they could have an Iberian lynx or something!

- I like the idea of Asha having a human friend group, and I understand basing them off of the 7 dwarves. While I've heard people say that there doesn't need to be so many of them, we could possibly make them all work. We've just gotta give them more recognizable character traits and more to do in the story. (Off-topic, but Bazeema looks like an OC I would make.) 

- I'd also keep the beginning of the movie having a storybook being opened and read from. But, what I think I'd want is for there to be some opening credits with a song, like in Cinderella and Alice in Wonderland. The prologue song can be about, well, starlight and wishing or whatever. 

- For the actual plot of the movie, and for Asha and Star's dynamic, I'd have it be pretty similar to these ideas because I have none of my own: 

^ Read the description.

- My ideas aren't exactly like these, of course. They're, like, adjacent to these. Do you understand what I mean? 

- Anyways, Rosas (or whatever it's called) wasn't founded by Maximilio and Amaya. It's been there. They're just the current rulers of the place. It's painted as this happy, colorful place where all of your wishes can come true just like that. You can do anything or be anything you want to be. 

- I wouldn't make Asha pessimistic. I'd make it so that she's living idyllically in her kingdom, which, like I said, is marketed as the world's greatest kingdom or something. But then, she learns the hard truth about the way it's run when she hears of the people's untold suffering. 

- Sabino can be a poor old man that Asha meets, and he can be her very first encounter with someone who knows the truth about what's going on. 

- Basically, there's a false sense of equality and equal opportunity at play in this kingdom, and the rulers don't care about what the people want and won't do crap about the kingdom's issues. It's basically this, except it’s actually happening.

- So, when Star is summoned down, Asha hopes he'll be able to fix everything in a snap because her parents told her the stars were capable of anything. But, he can't do that. He, of course, helps her on her journey, and she challenges her parents, who aren't who they claim to be and all that. 

- A scene where Asha's friends and Sakina explain their wishes would probably be good.

- Maybe the rulers colonized the stars. Like, they exploited them and their power to only benefit themselves, and that has a really negative effect on them. So then maybe, when Asha wished on the stars, they saw it as a chance to save them, and so they sent down Star. 

- So Asha feels like her happiness is tainted because of what she knows now, but she keeps her mind open and tries to fight for a better future where all the people's wishes can come true.

- When the rulers are defeated and the stars are free, Star wants to stay with Asha because they've caught the feels for each other. It's kind of a Ponyo-like ending because Star has to give up his magic in order to do that. Maybe he could change his name to something like Aster or Esteban. 

- When he becomes human, he sends his magic up into the sky, and it takes the form of the wishing star. It's there to remind people that the stars will be there to guide you, and they'll help anyone in need.

- The theme I had in mind for this is like, No one’s wishes can really come true unless we’re all truly free to make them. In other words, don’t be greedy or ignorant and actually care about people. 

[cockneydio]

Vaguely contemporary bucci gang cell phone shitpost

Inspired by this amazing post by @uminozerol I can't believe I actually followed through on this i hope this means my executive is functioning again omg anyway: (and I don't wanna hear shit from you gremlins about "this phone came out in 2003" It's about the energy of the era okay!):

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno was that guy with a lot of communication devices, for crime reasons (which btw is why such devices used to be banned in schools). To wit:

Crime beeper, but you gotta make sure those payphones aren't up on the wire Booch

Blackberry with the click wheel that was the first of the more elevated "pager🧐" type devices. U could get email on them so that's pretty cool. He had a Palm Pilot in the 90s but could never get it to sync to his PC, mostly because his PC was running MS-DOS and yknow what was probably actually still just a word processor lbh.

But I'll be damned if my man isn't seen with the sexiest newest whip on the market, before it hits the market, even if he doesn't know what half the functions are. So he gets a Razr, which I understand is hot and new again. Hits the globe key once and incurs $39,768 in data usage fees.

Pannacotta Fugo

Nokia 5110. Sturdy. Reliable. Always there when you need it. Won't leave you in a lurch when the going gets tough. He sees no need to update to a newer model, and amuses himself by changing the face plates to the most crude and offensive things that one mall kiosk has to offer. Also you can crack someone's orbital bone if you bring the corner of one of these suckers down on their face. Probably the kind of phone Naomi Campbell used.

Leone Abbacchio

one of these construction hat yellow Nextels that let you chirp on it like a walkola-talkola because he's still got that boot shoved way way down his throat but nobody ever chips him on it bc nobody ever needs to speak with Leone Abbacchio that urgently. He wears it on the belt clip that you have to buy separately.

Guido Mista (i accidentally put this in order of when they joined the gang I think..like I did this at random and put it in my notes at random and still I- )

This boy grew up thinking a car phone inside a Cadillac was the height of class and he's not wrong so he owns the car phone, but not the car. Even more unfortunately for mista, these things don't actually need to be installed in a car in order to work? So imagine Guido "Swagnificent" Mista hanging on the street corner with one of these 26-lb beauties hanging on his shoulder, cord all kinked for no reason, antenna out the back, lookin' fly for the ladeez. You can't because he doesn't.

Narancia Ghirga

SIDEKICK! So fun for The Teens amirite MTV?? It flips horizontal and Backstreet Boys vertical! Isn't that fun! And it has a whole keyboard but it's Abercrombie cool cos it's not a lame old blackberry like dad has! Limited edition Juicy Couture model bc that's the random image I clicked on and nothing could top that except for maybe von Dutch.

Giorno Giovanna

This bastard uses a land line because he is an asshole, which of course then becomes a personality trait. Will drop unnecessary bits of information about Guglielmo Marconi when he's waxing on about the superiority of tangible, wired communication, and because he's the boss everyone has to listen and agree.

[peaachie]

in which antonio joins the theatre boy trio

Camilo: *casually stomps on something as Antonio walks in* “Ugh, now we have these disgusting bugs crawling around casita..”

Antonio: *His mouth hangs open in shock and he immediately drops whatever he was holding, slowly walking over to the roach before falling to his knees beside it.*

Camilo: Uh…

Antonio: *picks up the roach with the utmost tenderness of both his tiny hands and cradles it to his chest. A large tear rolls down his cheek as his eyes shut tight and his chest heaves like he’s in pain*

Camilo: T-Tonito..?” *concerned and confused as hell but reaches out to his brother as it slowly dawns on him* Please don’t tell me…

Antonio: *through choked sobs* Her name was Gloria!

Camilo: It...had a name?

Antonio: And a wife and six kids.

Camilo: WHAT

Antonio: *cries harder*

Camilo: Ohmygod *wringing his hands more than his mother does and sweating like a sinner in church, he’s never looked so guilty before* 

Look man, I didn’t know! I swear I just saw a bug and my instinct was to—I’m not a murderer! If I knew that it—I mean she, was one of your—are roaches animals I didn’t even think you could talk to bugs?!?! Or that they could even talk??!? Or think?!? I mean that’s really cool but like what the fuck, you know? Hey, please stop crying I can fix this!! I mean I can’t, but maybe I could do something for her family? But you gotta tell me cause I don’t know wtf to do in this situation?? Do they accept compensation?!!?

Dolores & Mirabel: *snickering because they saw the whole thing*

Camilo: *distressed and on the verge of tears* WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING?!!? I’M A MONSTER *voice crack* SHE WAS A MOTHER—

Antonio: And scene! *his eyes are completely dry and he flashes a bright smile before lifting the roach from a string*

Camilo: *dumbfounded* qué?

Antonio: Tío Bruno calls it ‘improv’! He said you guys do that stuff a lot so I should try it with you too! 

Dolores & Mirabel: *laughing their asses off* 

Camilo: 

Antonio: *lifts fake roach from a string* And don’t worry, it’s just a toy. Mira made it for me to help Bruno lure in the rats, since they like to eat them. Looks so real, right? 

Camilo: But why—

you little—

I thought—

I....*cups Antonio’s face in his hands*  I’m so proud of you

Dolores & Mirabel: We knew you would be

[gamerbearmira]

OK I found this in my notes while I was looking through snippets I wrote before Tumblr. Thought I'd share it here, because I actually really like it!

It's from March. So sorry if the writing is cringy or weird 😭😭 I'm pretty sure this was based on the concept art where Mirabel would go into Casita's walls. So. Yeah.

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5 year old Mirabel sobbed in the nursery. A month ago her door disappeared. In front of everyone. She had no gift. No way to help her family. And instead of comforting words, he family looked at her in fear and disappointment.

All except for her Tío Bruno and Camilo. They ran over to her immediately, hugging her and reassuring her that she did nothing wrong, why the rest of her family were trying to comfort the villagers, rather than the one in true distress.

Mirabel looked up. She was alone in this nursery. Camilo had left to go to bed (his mamá looked at Mirabel with what she thought was fear, maybe even...anger?). Abuela called her tío, leaving her alone that night.

Her Abuela never came. Her mamá and papá never came. Her sisters nor prima ever came. No one. Evryone started to either be mean to her or ignore her entirely. She only had Casita.

She sniffled, poking her head over the edge of the bed. "Casita, did I do something...wrong?" She asked, big tears falling onto her glass and the floor.

Casita flipped its floorboards in aggressive disagreement.

Mirabel wiped her eyes and layed her head down.

"I just wish I had gotten a door...Everyone looked so sad or mean. Except for Tío Bruno and Camilo. But Tío Bruno is gone and Tía won't let me play with Camilo. A-Are you mad at me?" She asked, worry filling her already glassy red eyes.

Casita once again aggressively disagreed.

Casita fliped the floorboards under the bed, causing Mirabel to bounce off and land on the floor.

"Casita?" She asked curiously. Looking at the time, it was late; 11 p.m. "I-It's late, I gotta get to bed." She stood up and walked towards the bed, nightgown already on.

Casits nudged the toddler away from the bed and towards the door.

"W-What are you doing? Mirabel was only met with more pushing, she was out in yhe hallway. It was empty and silent, and she didn't like it. "I don't wanna be here..." She whispered.

Casita slowed down. Why wasn't she listening, all she needed to do was listen! Casita had a surprise, just look! Casita, despite Mirabel's protest, pushed her to the empty hallway where he door would have been.

"C-Casita I don't wanna..." She teared up again, turning so her back was facing the wall.

Now! Do it now! Casita rumbled its tiles.

Mirabel looked the floor below, her barefeet on the floor. "Why did you brung me here..."

A soft gold glow emitted from behind her. Mirabel noticed the light reflecting onto the ground and swiftly turned to face the wall. She gasped, looking at the shimmering light.

There was no door but the wallpaper was glowing. The 5 year old stepped closer reaching out. "Is this...for me?" She whispered, loik at the tiles for confirmation. Casita flipped its tiles in a way that meant "Yes." Mirabel giddily walked closer, reaching out to touch the wall. When her hand connected with the wallpaper, her hand was warm with magic and she went into the colorful place.

As she took in her surroundings, she smiled. She didn't have a door, but she did have a cool space to play!

The place she was in was wonderful. It wasn't in the walls, but in the wallpaper. It was a rather large room, complete with a bed and furniture set. The bed was suspended in the air by what looked like strings of light? There were butterfly shaped lights hanging from the ceiling, and a nice little area where she could relax if she wanted. There was even a desk area for her to practice sewing!

Spotted a toybox in the corner. Being a 5 year old, she quickly ran over, giggling. Throwing the box open, she found tons of toys. "Toys!" She yelled happily. Grabbing two dolls, she began to play pretend. A wooden board from below her bounced her up and down as she played.

Mirabel smiled. "Gracias, Casita, your the best! I love it here!" She smiled, continuing to play with the toys.

She played for about 3 hours before getting tired. She slipped into the bed, sayig goodnight to Casita as she removed her glasses and fell asleep.

Casita rung a loud alarm clock, awakening Mirabel. She yawned, putting her glasses in. She took a minute to take in her surroundings, before smiling widely, happy that her wallpaper room wasn't a dream. Looking at the clock, she saw that it was 7:00 a.m.

After getting dressed, she found herself using the desk, practicing her embroidery. Her small hands were still wobbly, and she found herself pricking her fingers more than once. She had taken up the hobby after her gift ceremony. No one would play or talk to her very often anymore, so she found herself in the nursery again and again...

Casita once again rang the clock, signaling it was 9:30.

"Time for breakfast!" She giggled, jumping off of the chair, she went back towards the wall. Seeing as there was no door, she assumed she would just go through the wallpaper again. Mirabel lifted her hands towards the wall, and to her surprise, it shone gold.

She hopped through, jumping into the hallway. Looking behind her, the wall was normal, as if she never went through it.

"Whoa...." She whispered. Wait! She had to get to breakfast! She skipped down the hall, humming a tune. These days, she had been sad, dragging herself down the hallway. But now that she has a room, she's so much happier! She can't wait to tell her familia! Maybe they'll be nice again and Tío Bruno will come back?

Casita made the stairs a slide, and she slid down giggling. Out one of the many windows, she spotted her family outside. It looked like thay had just been getting ready to eat. But something about them was...off.

Firstly, there was a large cloud from her tía looming over the table. Second, the whole family looked..disheveled. Tired. Her mamá, papá and sisters look the most distressed. The others either had looks of worry, sadness, or tiredness.

Mirabel curiously went out to the courtyard, peeking around the corner.

"I know you all must be very stressed, but I promise you, we will find Mirabel. She could not have gone far." Her Abuela spoke.

Find her? Mirabel just came for breakfast though. No one came to wake her up from the nursery anymore because that was her job! And last night she had only slept in her new room over night, maybe 5 hours at best! And she knew she had woken up on time, so what did they mean?

"Mamá, we need to find her! My baby, I need my..." Julieta sobbed into her husband. Pepa's cloud thundered, and soon it began to do drizzle over the table. The thunder clapped again, this time much louder, scaring Mirabel.

"Eep!" She squeaked, jumping and hiding behind the door. Everyone snapped their heads towards the sound. Dolores' eyes widened slightly.

Mirabel peaked back around the corner. Casita pushed her foward, revealing the 5 year old. Unlike the rest of her family, she looked like normal. Her big glasses almost falling off of her nose, her blue and white dress ironed and pressed neatly. Her hair was a bit frazzled, but that was rather normal. Her big brown eyes stared at her family.

"Good Morning!" She smiled happily, waving in her usual upbeat manner.

In a flash, the family tackled her in a hug, Julieta and Agustín being the first.

"¡Oh, Dios mio! You're safe! You're here!" Julieta cried. Mirabel only hugged back, confused.

"But I didn't go anywhere?" Mirabel asked confused. Everyone exchanged looks, looking at Mirabel as if she was crazy.

"Mirabel...What do you mean?" Félix asked.

"I was only sleeping for a while? I left for a couple hours to play, but I came back right after. So, I was only gone a couple hours!" She explained.

Julieta reeled back, holding Mirabel at an arms length. A look of worry and fear crossed her face. "Mirabel." She gulped, glancing at Alma. "You've been gone...for 5 days. We searched the encanto up and down, but we hadn't found you."

Mirabel gasped lightly. Had she been that long? No, because Casita woke her up, she KNEW she hadn't been sleep that long. She could only scratch her head in confusion. "But I was in my room playing...A-Ask Casita! I swear, I was in the house!" She tried to explain.

Everyone just stared at her as she tried to explain the situation. That she HADN'T been gone 5 days and that she WAS in Casita.

"Mirabel. I know you weren't in Casita. I definitely would have heard you." Dolores said.

"No, ugh, look, come on." She grabbed her mamá's hand and lead her back into the house. Slowly, the family followed suit. They came up to the hallway and to the empty wall where her door was supposed to be.

"I was in there!" She pointed a small finger at the wall. "My room!"

The family looked at her as if she was insane. A couple visibly flinched.

"Mirabel...baby...I know it's hard but," Julieta went to comfort Mirabel, hugging the small child. "There's nothing there."

"Mirabel, I think you should go back to sleep for a while. You're still in shock." Luisa tried to coax her.

Mirabel only pushed her mother away, stomping her foot. "No! There IS a room there. Look!" She stepped towards the wall. Taking in a deep breath, she put her hand towards the wall. The family watched in awe as the wallpaper lit up gold, Mirabel's hand passing through the seemingly solid wall.

She smiled, retreating her hand. She swiveled back around, facing her family, a look of triumph on her face. She huffed, putting her hands on her hips and standing tall. Well, as tall as a 5 year old could anyway. "See! I told you! I can go into the pretty wallpaper and there's a room!"

No one said anything.

Then absolute chaos ensued.

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What do y'all think? I actually think I had something going for a minute. Gotta go, but I'll answer some asks once I get home 😩

Gonna call this AU "Wallpaper Walker Mirabel" for now 😭😭

[gloryofluv]

Situations that end with MC Walking Away Brothers and Datables (-Luke)

This is supposed to be funny, humorous, fluffy, and teasing. Obviously, insinuations are there.

I didn't do Luke because you shouldn't walk away from children or dogs. Haha! No, really, I just didn't want to do one for him so apologies.

Lucifer-

MC walked into the library to see Lucifer. He hadn’t seen them as he turned over several books on random shelves. He also took books from one shelf and placed them on other shelves. MC watched for two minutes before clearing their throat.

“What are you doing?” MC asked.

Lucifer jumped and turned around with an eyebrow raised. “Nothing, and if I were you, I’d keep this to yourself.”

MC shakes their head and leaves. So Satan was right. Lucifer goes out of his way to fuck with him.

Mammon-

MC was walking by the bathroom and stopped at the door after hearing someone wailing.

Wait… that was Mammon singing that song they played for him. Treasure by Bruno Mars. How fucking cute! MC ducks closer to the door and smiles brightly. Damn, he was cute. Was he singing about them?

MC sneakily opens the door to see Mammon in the bathtub. He was holding up Goldie and singing. Ugh.

MC moves to shut the door, but he sees. “MC, wait! It’s not what it looks like!”

Moving down the hallway as fast as they can, Mammon was trying to hold up his towel. “Wait! MC! Come on!”

Leviathan-

Leviathan showed MC his recent picture compilations he was creating for TSL and Rui-chan on his editing software. It was impressive.

Levi gets up to retrieve a figure he modeled one of the frames out of when MC clicks the other project he had minimized. Oh, boy, they shouldn’t have done that.

“MC, I have the,” he stopped dead.

The project was massively just about MC. Quite a few of the shots were of them together. He even had little hearts littering the frames.

“Levi, I love you, but I have to go,” MC murmured with the brightest blush and left the room.

Satan-

MC and Satan decide to go to the cat shelter. They were petting all the cats and feeding them treats. It was all in all a great day.

However, when MC glances over at Satan, where he’s ducked down to a pair of kittens, he was holding up his hand, and their little paws would touch his palm.

“Good, one more time,” Satan said.

“W-what are you doing?” MC asked.

Satan glanced over with wide eyes. “Teaching them to high five…” he trailed off.

MC put their hands on their cheeks and walked out of the room. All of this to hide the incredible blush and giddy laughter they were suppressing.

Asmo-

MC was skipping up to Asmo’s room to tell him about this sale. It was awesome, and he was going to obsess.

However, when they opened the door, they regretted it. Asmo was making out pretty hardcore with Solomon on the bed. Appalled? Shocked? MC didn’t know which.

“There’s always room for my other human!” Asmo giggled when he caught sight of MC.

Solomon covered his face. “Asmodeus, really.”

MC clapped a hand over their mouth and turned in a mechanical fashion before retreating.

“I’m never opposed to a humane threesome!” Asmo called after them.

Beel-

MC was working out with Beel. Well, more that he was working out, and they were putting chips in his mouth. It was a very gratifying experience. Both would laugh and enjoy this ridiculous routine.

It was all going like a well-oiled machine. Well… until Beel bit MC’s finger. Now it wasn’t that hard, but hard enough to make them jerk backward.

“Oh, MC, I’m sorry!” Beel puffed as he stopped his pushups.

MC took their finger to their mouth and grumbled. “That hurt, but I’m okay. You won't hurt me again, Beel.”

“Did Beel try to eat you like in your dream? I was hoping for screams and not whimpers,” Belphie murmured with a smirk as he turned over on his bed.

MC turned beyond what was considered red on the color spectrum. “I gotta go,” they rushed out and climbed off the floor.

“Wait, MC, I promise I won’t eat you!” Beel shouted as he rushed after them.

“Or he’ll try lower!” Belphie snickered.

Belphie-

MC was relaxing with Belphie in the sitting room. He was resting against their shoulder, and MC’s legs were over his lap. It was a typical evening of lazy bones being lazy cuddle buddies.

Asmo scrunched his nose while walking into the room. “It’s really unfair,” he started.

MC glanced over. “What?”

“Why is Belphie always getting to sleep with you! You never sleep with me!” He cried while crossing his arms.

“Because I do it better, Asmo. MC likes to be on top,” Belphie murmured through sleep.

MC’s eyes grew as Asmo rolled his. “Yeah, sure, like anyone would believe you fuck better than me.”

“What do you think the pillow is for? Muffled cries,” Belphie smiled over at Asmo.

MC puffed and stood up, nearly toppling over the table. Their hands landed on it for balance.

“Thank you for assuming the position, MC,” Belphie chuckled.

Needless to say, MC bolted from the room with bright mortification.

Solomon-

Magic. Always magic and human experiences. Today was no exception while they were practicing in the sitting room at Purgatory Hall.

They were working on transformative magic. Advanced and complicated.

“Now, watch, the strings will change to bracelets,” Solomon declared as he performed the spell.

MC bobbed their head as the white string did change into silver bracelets. “Cool.”

Simeon glanced over from his book. “Always talented, Solomon.”

Luke looked up from his phone and seemed wholly unamused by the situation.

“Now, it’s your turn.”

MC made the gesture and sputtered on the words. Instead of the string on their wrists turning into bracelets, they coiled around their hands and connected in a binding. MC gasped and struggled as they tried to climb off the ground.

“I didn’t realize you liked being tied up. I would have offered in private,” Solomon teased.

MC’s cheeks filled with blood and tripped as they moved toward the exit of the room.

“Solomon!” Simeon groaned.

Solomon was laughing. “I didn’t mean it. Well, maybe just a little, MC.”

They didn’t give him the chance to tease them anymore. MC struggled with the front door and began to march down the path.

“MC, you look like a demon meal like that! Come back,” Solomon called out, trying to catch them scurrying off. He laughed while following them all the way back to House of Lamentation.

Barbatos-

They were cooking together because he offered lessons. MC was always happy to help and learn to perfect a skill.

“Very good,” Barbatos nodded at MC finishing the sauce.

“Thanks, Barbatos. You’re going to get me cooking well enough to put any human to shame,” MC laughed.

“Maybe, but you were a proficient cook beforehand,” Barbatos said.

“I’ll have to cook for you sometime. Just tell me what you’d like to eat,” MC smiled.

Barbatos blushed and cleared his throat. “Anything you would like to make, MC. It isn’t often someone would like to return the favor for me.”

MC glanced over to see Barbatos had turned to the large pot on the stove. “I mean it. Whatever you want, Barbatos. I’d like to do something nice for you.”

“Why don’t you go see if we have any fresh greens?” He murmured.

MC scowled at the demon but agreed. They walked to the other side of the kitchen and went into the fridge. Glancing at the side, MC could see Barbatos subtly wiping his eyes through the reflection.

“Hey, Barbatos, I’m going to run to the restroom. I’ll be right back,” MC said and left the kitchen.

“Thank you,” Barbatos murmured as they left.

Diavolo-

Diavolo and MC were walking together through RAD as Barbatos trailed. They were on the way to a meeting, and MC was headed to lunch. This was usual, rare, but something not out of the norm. He would get his human questions in during these moments.

“MC, I heard the oddest thing from Asmodeus the other day,” Diavolo declared.

“What did he say now?” MC questioned with suspicion.

“There’s this game that you and he play. It has to do with figures of some sort,” Diavolo hummed.

“Figures?” MC asked.

Diavolo tapped his chin and glanced back. “Barbatos, what was it called again?”

“Daddy or Uncle energy, I believe, my lord,” Barbatos said while stifling a smile.

“Ah, yes, that one. Is this one of those parental human games?” Diavolo inquired while staring at MC.

Ded. one hundred percent. “No, um, Lord Diavolo, I gotta go,” MC puffed and tried to gesture toward the cafeteria.

“Wait, but he said you saw me as a father type? That’s very sweet,” Diavolo beamed with the smallest hint of mischief.

“Bye, Lord Diavolo! Bye, Barbatos!” MC rushed out and sprinted toward the cafeteria.

“I just wanted to say thank you,” Diavolo called after them with a bout of laughter.

Asmo was killed later that night. (Not really, but it could happen…)

Simeon-

Simeon and MC were in the kitchen of Purgatory Hall, baking. They had just finished the batter for the fingerprint cookies with a celestial recipe. Simeon was his usual serene self.

“Simeon, how long are these going to take?” MC questioned with the timer in hand.

“Put the timer on for fifteen minutes, and we’ll check then. I still am not confident that Solomon doesn’t tinker with the oven for experiments,” Simeon laughed.

MC set the timer and grinned. “I wouldn’t put it past him.”

“He is a very unique human,” Simeon noted with a smile.

MC laughed while picking up the towel on the counter. “Here, let me help you clean up. You have some flour on your face.”

Simeon bent enough so that MC could clear his features of the flour, all the while beaming. It was a very cozy experience to bake with the angel. He took the towel from MC’s hand and nodded.

“Let me assist. You have some as well,” he noted and wiped their cheeks with soft swipes.

Simeon’s eyes were focused on the task.

“Simeon! Solomon took my hat for a spell again!” Luke yelled as he walked into the room.

MC jumped and accidentally pressed their lips to the space just next to Simeon’s mouth. “Oh, my God!” MC puffed and bounced back.

That just made it even worse. MC clapped a hand over their mouth and rushed from the room. Fire was cooler than their face. How were they ever going to explain that?

[sohin-ace]

Abbachio - Hangover

You walked inside the headquarters that you titled your home.

It was half past 3 A.M and you knew fair well everybody in the team was staying here for the night, and were most likely sleeping soundly like babies at this hour.

And so, with velvety steps and calculated slow movements, you entered the porch and quietly closed the door, moving in the dark as silently as possible.

You had just finished a tiring mission and the one thing you desired most at the moment was to crash into bed, maybe marry it since you were at it, barely thinking about the sticky blood, sweat and dried river water that stained you during your mission.

You huffed and kicked your shoes off, liberating your aching and swollen feet from them, directing yourself towards the kitchen to fetch some well-deserved water that your throat was oh-so desperately screaming for.

You were shocked to find the room lit at this hour. Your first thought was that Bruno was probably still awake and having a small break from his neverending pile of work.

Your expression completely fell, however, upon seeing that Bruno was not the one occupying the kitchen but someone else, greeting you with a heart breaking sight.

"... Leone?"

The male was slumped over the table, his head buried in his arms with one hand holding onto a spilling wine bottle, burgundy liquid running everywhere onto the wooden surface, the floor, and onto the male's clothes. Even some strands of his splayed out hair drank up the alcohol, dying them from silver to violet.

You gasped at the mess but was even more shocked by the implications behind said mess. He didn't even bother taking a glass, prefering downing the wine directly from the bottle. He wasn't planning on holding back tonight and it alarmed you.

You knew of Abbachio's tendency of alchoholism, but he was never so drunk as to black out this way and you weren't sure he would even be able to work tomorrow, or do anything else, for that matter.

"Leone..." You slowly approached his hunched over form and gently shook him. "Caro, wake up."

No response.

With you being all alone in the middle of the night, there weren't much you could do. But there were no way you'd ever leave him in this state.

Shaken with worry, you only did what your heart told you and moved the bottle away from his grip. It was almost empty at this point anyway.

You brushed his long hair to the side to let some fresh air cool his face down while you cleaned and mopped the tiled floor and table. Oh you'd make sure to lecture him about that later.

You thought about him, sitting next to you as you cleaned up. How tormented he was and how, just like the wine bottle, he spilled himself out in secrecy.

You bit back your tears. He was so alone. Tortured. It hurt you that your Leone, whom you loved so much, had to go through a trauma you could never heal for him. Or even soothed in the slightest. You were grateful that he even remotely accepted your affection, but still.

It wasn't enough, for you.

"I wish I could help you, Leone..." You murmured and caressed his soft hair, revealing more of his peaceful face, his smeared makeup not tainting any of his beauty.

Your heart clenched, he looked so calm, so sweet. How did he manage to make grief look so gentle, you would never know. You almost didn't want to move him and disturb him, but you had to.

Carefully holding his shoulders, you pulled him up, his weight much heavier than you'd have expected, even thought it should be no surprise. Abbachio was a burly man.

You craddled his head and placed him in a proper up-sitting position and he groaned.

"Uugh... Hhmmm..."

"Leone, wake up, love." You still held his face against your chest and patted his cheek to wake him, scared that he'd sway and tumble over if you let go of him. "You gotta go to bed. Come on."

"Hmmm.... Sssuuuree...." He mumbled, words slurred.

He was surprisingly compliant, you thought. When you were certain he could hold his own head up, you let go and grabbed his wrist, still drenched in wine.

You hooked his arm around your shoulders and wrapped your own around his torso. He made the effort to stay in balance while you hoisted him up to his feet, not without struggle and effort on your part.

You stumbled a bit, but managed to get him up, at least, holding onto him for dear life as you maneuvered his much heavier body around the kitchen.

He counted on you for support and was close to falling sleeping on you as he snored against your hair, the stench of alcohol reaching your nostrils. Man, why did he have to be the heaviest male of the group?

You brushed your exhaustion from the preceeding mission to the side and dedicated yourself to helping Leone. Rest could wait.

Thanks to the help of your Stand, you ended the course safely back to his room and opened the door, having more hands to do so.

You let him down to sit onto his bed as gently as you could and you felt he was about collapse again.

You instantly wrapped your arms around his shoulders and let him slump over your chest.

"Woa- Don't lay down just yet! I need to get your clothes off."

He only purred some low nonsense, as if to show his annoyance to you. Well, maybe he desperately wanted to sleep, but so did you.

"Don't 'brrr' at me, boy. You're the one who spilled wine all over your pants and top!" You scolded to deaf, or rather drunk ears. Not like he was listening to you, but still.

Huffing a bit, you took hold of the lace on his top and untied it, letting you slide the rest off his broad shoulders and back. It was much easier to slip the sleeves off afterwards, and you were almost proud of yourself.

"I'm gonna be such a good mom." You joked to yourself as you caringly held onto Leone's warm back and head to gently place him down on his bed before taking his shoes and pants off.

Once this was done and not without a pause to catch your breath, you went to the bathroom to grab a towel, dampening it in warm water before you came back to him and sat by his side. He had already fallen fast asleep, and was looking awfully adorable, if you were honest.

" 'Clumsy brat'," You chuckled with a whisper as you wiped the wine off his skin and the sweat and tears off his neck and chest. "That's what you always called me. Ironic."

You looked fondly over at him as you finished your self-assigned task, closing off by wiping his left hand. You thought over your options.

Maybe it was the fatigue blurring your moral code. Or maybe you were just blinded by this crazy thing called love. Perhaps he was just an enticing wizard who cast a spell on you with his lips. Whatever it was, you foolishly decided you would kiss him after you removed his make up, and so you did.

You gently removed what remained of his make up that wasn't washed out by the crying and the drinking. You sighed at your good job and leaned over, running your fingers delicately over his skin.

"This is probably wrong." You hesitated, questioning your choices, yet feeling brave. "But I think I can at least have that, right...? Pardon me for this, Leone."

You closed the distance between you both to press your lips ever-so-sweetly on his own, wanting to linger, but not quite feeling deserving enough either. It was short-lived but precious and tingly. You felt your heart flutter and you swore you also felt his hand twitch slightly next to you.

You sighed. You yearned for more. You wished you could just collapse and fall asleep by him. Your responsibilities thankfully got the best of you.

"I love you. Please love yourself too, we all want to see you better. I know I do. Depend on me sometimes too, okay?" You breathed out to him, secretely hoping he heard you in his dreams and maybe accepted your selfish and heartfelt request.

You were tired. You needed to sleep and you were afraid you'd act more and more foolishly if you stayed with him any longer.

You reluctantly leaned away from him and got up, making sure to tuck him in thoroughly inside the blankets before you left.

You'd leave a note to Bruno to not wake him up in the morning.

When Abbachio woke up in the morning, much later than he usually did, he was disappointed, yet not surprised to be struck with a splitting headache.

"Fuck..." He groaned, holding his heavy head in his hands, "Not again..."

He inhaled deeply only to realise he was strangely met by a sweet familiar scent mixed with the stinging wine he drowned himself in.

Out of doubt, he looked over the bedside table and found a water bottle and some aspirin as well as a small note.

He grabbed the note and squinted at it, trying to read it with his still hazy eyes.

'Water helps with hangover headaches. Tablets too, obviously :P . Take it easy, Bruno gave you the day off.'

Was that you? That was most definitely you, he thought. And that fruity scent on his face and hands must be you too. There were no doubt now.

It didn't take him long to put two and two together. He would have been much quicker-witted if he wasn't so hungover. He remembered you had a mission last night, you probably went home by then and helped him to bed out of sheer empathy, sweet as you were.

Abbachio sighed and rubbed his face. He was both ashamed and extremely grateful towards you. It must have been so draining to come take care of him after you risked your life out there.

God he felt like shit. Again, he was being a burden on the people he loved, all because of his selfish choices. But knowing you, you'd probably hate him thinking that of himself, and tell him you were fine with it and happy to help. You had such a kind heart.

"... How did she even get me upstairs...? This tiny dwarf."

He groaned and sat up, smoothing his fingers over his lips. He blushed at his own thoughts. He swore he dreamt of you kissing him as he was asleep, and the feeling was still pretty vivid.

But he couldn't be sure. Drunken dreams were weird sometimes.

Thinking of making it up to you, he took the medicine and downed it with water, his mind filled with thoughts of you only.

He deserved at least that.

[encantowishes]

@hectic-hector asked me if How Many Tomorrows was going to get a continuation, and I said I didn't plan for one. But it just sort of happened. You don't have to read How Many Tomorrows for this to make sense, although it will explain why Bruno is acting so weird.

Waiting For A Flower

Alma sat at the long table on the patio, enjoying a cup of coffee along with her fellow early bird, Luisa. The weather was glorious this morning. A cool breeze from the mountains countered just enough of the heat of the sun, brilliant as it rose in the cloudless pink sky, without being chilly. She couldn’t remember when there had been such a long stretch of fine weather in the Encanto -- but why shouldn’t there be? Pepa had reason to be happy.

“What do you have planned for today, amor?” she asked her granddaughter.

“This morning I’m helping with the houses for the newcomers. But Tío Bruno told me he’d give me some feedback this afternoon.”

“Feedback?”

Luisa fidgeted with a spoon. “Yeah, on … on my story.” She had only recently taken up writing, penning adventures set in far off lands full of strange creatures. She was a little bashful about discussing her writing, and so far had only let Mirabel and Bruno read it, though they both had nothing but glowing endorsements.

“You know, your abuelo was a writer, too.”

“Oh, that’s right! Someone told me that once.”

Alma laid her hand on Luisa’s arm. “He would have been so proud of you. For everything.”

Luisa, maybe a little embarrassed with the praise, took a slow sip of her coffee.

Agustín arrived at the table, saying a cheerful good morning to them both. He was followed shortly by Isabela, who kissed her papá on the cheek and produced a flower for him to wear.

“Corazón, may I have a flower, too?”

“Oh, of course, Abuela. What kind?”

“Mm, whatever you think best. Something to put in my hair.”

“Maybe an orchid?” Isabela held out her hand, and a spray the same color as Alma’s dress appeared.

“Wonderful!” Alma tried to avoid saying perfect these days, especially around Isabela. She tucked the flowers into her hair and patted them in place.

“Are you going somewhere special today?” Isabela asked. Her abuela’s request had been out of the ordinary.

“I just thought some flowers would be nice. But I do have a meeting with the newcomers to see how they are getting along with their hosts, and hopefully help them begin to find their places in our community.” 

Ever since the mountain split, there had been a trickle of people finding their way into the Encanto, mostly those displaced by violence. It was a different conflict than the one that had made refuges of Alma’s generation, yet the consequences were much the same. And while Alma did, of course, fear the violence might find their refuge as well, neither she nor those others still living who remembered had the heart to turn these frightened people away.

She did worry what would happen to her Encanto, to her family, how they all would manage, when one day she wasn’t …

She pushed the thought from her mind. “Perhaps after my meeting, I will help Luisa with the houses.”

“Mamá,” admonished Bruno, slipping into the chair beside her. “I hope you’re joking.”

“I’m not. Why shouldn’t I help? Maybe I can’t lift as many bricks as I used to, but there are still boards to hammer and tiles to lay.” She gave her son a mischievous smile. “Maybe I’ll make the spackle.”

He looked at her with serious eyes. His father’s eyes. “I just worry that you’re still taking on too much. You gotta pace yourself. Don't tire yourself out.”

“Ay, why are you talking to me like I’m some old woman?”

He put his hand on her shoulder. “Because you’re pushing eighty, Má.”

Alma did go and help with the house construction that day, but she also took Bruno’s advice, and took on only lightweight tasks. That evening, she commented to Luisa that she seemed particularly happy. Apparently Bruno had complimented her use of symbolism.

Another breakfast, a couple weeks later. Isabela gave Agustín a flower. “And for you, Abuela?”

“Yes, amor. What do you have for me today?”

“How about a dahlia?” She passed the large blossom over.

“Gorgeous.” It had become a daily ritual, like the one between father and daughter. Both of them seemed a little curious about it. Why had Alma suddenly begun requesting a daily flower, after all these years? But they did not ask, and she did not offer.

“What are you doing today, niños?” she asked Camilo and Antonio. You almost couldn't really call Camilo a “niño” anymore. And Antonio seemed taller every day -- clearly he had inherited Pepa’s height. Where did the time go?

“I’m on tío duty!” Antonio announced brightly, gently stroking the hummingbird that sat on his finger. Tío duty was an important responsibility.

“Calling it that makes it sound like you’re babysitting Tío Bruno,” Camilo said as he swallowed his arepa. “Which, to be fair, he might ne-- Ow!” He stopped short as Isabela kicked him under the table.

“Tío duty means I’m a tío, and I’m on duty!” Antonio explained. “You could help, since you’re a tío, too.”

“Sorry, this tío is needed at the theater. It’s dress rehearsals.”

“Where you’ll be babysitting Tío Bruno?” Bruno asked, looming over Camilo from behind his chair, causing the young man to yelp. Bruno turned his attention to Alma. “How are you this morning, Mamá? Did you sleep okay? Feeling well?”

In the last few months, Bruno had become -- well, clingy. She hated to think of it that way, after … everything. The arguments, the secrets, the years apart, and then at last, a chance to make things right. She could hardly blame her son for wanting to be close. But his insistent concern was, frankly, becoming annoying.

“I’m fantastic, Bruno.”

“But are you as fantastic as me?” Pepa asked as she approached the table, bathing the entire patio in a rainbow. “Can you believe it? The twins’ first birthday already!”

“Tío, what are you doing?” Camilo asked. Bruno had suddenly gripped the back of the chair tightly.

Félix was right behind Pepa, following her with a little dance in his step and a little song in his voice. “We’re gonna have music, and we’re gonna have flowers, and we’re gonna have fireworks, and we’re gonna have a great big cake!”

“Do you want help setting up?” Alma asked.

“I can help, too,” Bruno added.

“Um, Tío, the theater? Your lifelong dream?”

“Oh. Right.”

The birthday party was a success, carrying on well after the twins themselves had been tucked in. Though Alma did not last much longer than the little ones did. The play went fairly well, though the players noticed that the director seemed distracted.

Another breakfast. This time Isabela gave Alma a spray of jacarandas.

“Any plans for today, cariño?” Alma asked Mirabel.

“I need to get Alicia Fernandez’s quinceañera dress finished. I was going to make a trip to town and see if the fabric I ordered came in, but I won't have time.”

“I’m going to town,” Isabela said. “I can check for you, if you want.”

“Oh, that would be great, thanks!”

Dolores and Mariano arrived at the table, each carrying one of the twins.

Alma smiled. “Buenos días, my little ones!”

They peered at her with eyes like Pedro’s and freckles like her own, smiling and squirming and doing their best to make words.

“I don’t know how you did it, Abuela,” Dolores said, a smile under her sleepy eyes. “Even with a whole family to help, these two can still wear me out. Three babies on your own … I can’t imagine how tired you must have been.”

She had been tired. Distraught, and furious, and terrified, and exhausted. She had carried on because … well, because there simply was nothing else she could do.

Alma smiled at Dolores, reaching across the table to take her hand. "You are doing wonderfully, mi vida. You are an excellent mother. These two will always know that they are loved." Why did she feel tears trying to form? Perhaps it was pollen.

When breakfast ended and the Madrigals began to separate to go about their day, Alma asked Isabela when she meant to go into town, and if she might go along.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea, Mamá?” Ay, now Julieta was starting with this?

“Yes, I do. Why, what do you think is going to happen? I’m going to fall down and break my hip?”

Behind her, she heard Bruno knock-knock-knocking on the table.

Julieta’s brow furrowed, but whatever her apprehension was, she did not voice it. “Let me give you some buñelos to take with you.”

Alma sighed, but did not argue. Really, it wasn’t a bad idea, but it was tiresome to have her children treating her like she had become a fool.

“Maybe I should come with you?” Bruno suggested.

“No, thank you, mijo. We will manage.”

A short time later, Alma sat beside Isabela as the young woman guided the donkey that drew their cart. “What is it that you need in town, Abuela?”

Luckily, no one had asked her that before they left, and she had not had to make up an excuse. “Actually, I just wanted to spend time with you. It has been a while since we really talked.”

If they had ever really talked. Alma found herself, from time to time, feeling wistful that she and her eldest grandchild were no longer as close as they used to be. But then she remembered that the time in which she had felt they were close was the time before Casita collapsed, and all the truths came out. The time when Isabela had been so agreeable not because they were of like minds, but simply because she wanted to please her grandmother.

If Alma was honest … maybe she had never really known her at all. Isabela had not enjoyed dressing like a princess. She did love flowers, though not so much for their beauty -- it was because she was fascinated by botany. (She’d been very excited when Antonio told her that butterflies and bees could see colors on flowers that people could not.) And, most alarming of all, she had only feigned interest in the man Alma had believed was so suitable for her.

“Oh,” was all Isabela said in reply.

“What are you looking for in town?”

She hesitated. “I want to look at clothes. Modern clothes. Maybe I can find a fashion magazine to show Mirabel.”

“Modern clothes? My goodness.” Alma chuckled. “Well, we are part of the modern world now. I suppose it is only right that you want to embrace the future.”

“Yes! And I … I would like to wear trousers.”

“Trousers? Oh, for when you are working with your plants? Mirabel could tailor you a pair.”

“No, I mean … not just when it’s practical. There are women nowadays who wear trousers regularly. There are fashionable styles of women’s trousers, not just men’s trousers that have been altered.”

Alma pondered this. It seemed strange to her.

“Maybe people will be rude about it, but I don’t care. Maybe I’ll try them, and I won’t like them, and I’ll go back to my dresses. But I want to try,” she said firmly.

Alma smiled, to Isabela’s obvious surprise. “Then you must try them.”

“You’re agreeing?”

“You are your own woman.”

“Abuela …”

Isabela, at least, Alma did not need to worry about. There was strength in her that was no longer hidden. Alma was grateful for that. Because there was something she needed to ask her granddaughter, and it was just as well they were traveling this way.

Just beyond the pass, they came to the river. “Could we stop here a moment?” Alma asked.

She led Isabela to the riverbank, the very spot she had sat with Mirabel a few years before. The spot the family now ventured to at the beginning of each November to float candles.

“I have been blessed,” she said, looking at all the colors in the water. “I have been given second chances. I have a beautiful family. And I have been shown so much forgiveness for my mistakes. Now, I have only one regret that cannot be amended.”

“What is that?” Isabela prompted, after Alma had been silent for a while.

“That I cannot be buried beside my Pedro. I lost him here, so long ago. I do not like to think …” A few tears escaped. Isabela put an arm around her.

“Once we were safe within the Encanto, once we’d had a chance to breathe, we had services for everyone who did not make it. Still, without a burial, I never quite felt we had properly laid them to rest.”

Isabela nodded. “Which is why we come here.”

“Yes. And there is something I need you to do. When I pass away, I want you to take the flower from my hair, bring it here, and give it to the river.”

“That’s why you’ve been asking me for a flower every day?!”

Alma nodded.

“Abuela, I’m sure you’re nowhere near --”

“Mi vida, I am tired. I have been tired for a while. Your Tío Bruno sees it -- well, he may actually have seen it. I think your mamá sees it, too. Will you take the flower, and give it to the river? Maybe then, in some way, I can be with Pedro.”

Isabela looked at the ground and nodded.

Alma lifted Isabela’s chin. “You will all need to rely on each other. But you are all Madrigals, and you are all strong. And you, my Isabela, are intelligent and ready for tomorrow. I know you can guide your sisters and cousins.”

“Surely Mirabel …”

“Mirabel will be a leader, I have no doubt. But not on her own. Not yet. Between the two of you, though, I have every faith that our family and our Encanto will be fine.”

Isabela nodded again. “I’ll do it.”

“Excellent. Shall we continue to town?”

“Do you feel up for it?”

“Ay, first your tío, then your mamá, now you. I am only tired, I am not dead yet! Let’s go. Let’s find you some trousers.”

They climbed back into the cart and were on their way. Behind them, the river of many colors flowed, splashing gently over the rocks, waiting patiently for a flower.

[fangirls-just-want-to-have-fun]

My Thoughts That No One Asked For on Dancing With The Stars season 31 ep. 10: Semi-Finals!

okay listen call me paranoid but tell me why they put clips of Trevor and Daniel when they said double elimination I am in FEAR (update: I am distraught)

Okay but Daniel and Britt look so good 🥺 

Aww Witney’s double dubs sweatshirt that’s so cute

Okay but like?? The lighting for Witney and Wayne’s dance?? ELITE

Okay nines for Wayne that’s not bad

WITNEY’S PREGNANT OMG GOOD FOR HER

LET’S GO DANIEL AND BRITT 🙌🏻 

“I feel like I’m in the cool club!” Daniel Durant you are the love of my life

Oh my god I’m so ready for this

Daniel’s frame looks so good omg 😍

THAT WAS SO GOOD OMG IM CRYING

“I think everyone here has fallen in love with you.” Bruno speaking for the people as always 

Carrie Ann really just called them out for being soulmates in front of the whole audience 😳 👀

I’m thinking two tens and two nines

“You guys are a beautiful couple.” Alfonso speaking for the people as always 

EIGHT??? NOT EVEN ALL NINES?? BRO NO LEN GODDAMNIT

AyYO that little shangela solo moment??? EVERYTHING 

I’m gonna say this RIGHT now, I would be COMPLETELY fine with shangela winning she slays 

“Well I need four tonight.” I FUCKING LOVE HER

Oh my god Daniel is one point below Wayne and Shangela I’m gonna cry

Is it bad for me to hope other couples don’t do well

WHY IS CHARLI SO GOOD GODDAMNIT

I will not let Charli and mark make me cry I will not let Charli and mark make me cry I will not - *cries*

Yeah I’m not gonna lie usually I think the judges kind of uptalk Charli but godDAMN I gotta agree with them this time because that was FANTASTIC 

CHARLI D’AMELIO WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD YOU ABSOLUTELY DESERVED THAT PERFECT SCORE BUT WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD

Is it mean of me to hope that Trevor and Emma don’t do well so that they’re lower on the scoreboard? I think that’s mean. Sorry Trevor 🤟

Oh lord Emma my love being eliminated over a cha cha the last three seasons 😭 honey… my love… (update: and the Emma Slater Cha-Cha Curse prevails)

Please why does Trevor never have a shirt on lmfao (I mean shit if I looked like that I’d probably wear less clothes too but like) 

THEIR LITTLE NODS TO EACH OTHER AT THE END 😍 

Derek is so positive all the time I love him so much

BRUNO HOLDING ONTO THE SHIRT LMFAO sir you are SO real

The troupe 🥰 

OOF listen I know what I said but those eights still hurt 🥺 

Look I really want to feel bad for Gabby and her breakup but the bachelor/bachelorette is the bane of my existence so yeah

UGH CAN GABBY STOP BEING SUCH A GOOD DANCER FUCK 🤬

I do appreciate the constant shoutouts to the musicians and the singers this season

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again but every time Gabby claps for herself I like her 5% less

Okay I feel so bad for Daniel and Britt cause the judges are talking about how absolutely STUNNING Charli and Gabby’s waltzes were and idk man I just feel so bad for my team 🥺 

I’m sorry but why are we pretending that Gabby’s gonna be affected by the double elimination at ALL we all know she’s getting a perfect score

godDAMNIT

Daniel and Britt are in fifth I’m - 😭

THIS IS LEN’S LAST SEASON WHAT????? IM SORRY??? WHO WAS GONNA TELL ME  

WHY AM I CRYING OVER LEN GOODMAN

Mark with his victory fists up I - 😂 

Praying for Britt and Daniel in this second round 🙏🏻 

Girl not me forgetting that Wayne could sing lmfao 😅 

DAMNIT their dance is REALLY good so far 

“I disagree with the MEN sitting to the LEFT of me!!” Carrie Ann Inaba you are so real

Wayne and Whitney’s friendship >>>>>>

The way Daniel looks at Britt 🥺😭

Daniel and Britt dancing to one of Gabe’s favorite songs I LOVE THEM 🤟✨💕

Daniel + Britt + Gabe = the perfect team 🤟😭

Oh the dance hasn’t even started yet and I know this one is gonna GET ME

Samba is the HARDEST DANCE?? Okay they SLAYED that

Okay this one HAS to be all nines

Once again, Daniel and Britt’s matching necklaces have me 😭 

OKAY THEY GOT REALLY GOOD COMMENTS PRAYING FOR THEIR SCORES RN 🙏🏻 

Ngl it’s so nice to see Koko getting to be the fabtastic pro we know she is 🥰 

If anyone looked at me the way Britt Stewart looks at Daniel Durant, I swear 😅😚

TWO EIGHTS?? NO 😖 I am in so much fear for my team rn oh my god

Gabe getting an interview 🥺🤟

GodDAMN shangela never misses

Oh god Tyra stop reminding me about the double elimination 😭 

Look not to be a conspiracy theorist but if both Daniel and Trevor go home tonight after those clips in the intro I’m calling conspiracy (update: I’m calling conspiracy)

Once again, WHY are we acting like Charli’s going to be affected by the double elimination in ANY way (update: obviously I was right)

MARK’S GUITAR CAMEO YES

Jesus FUCK Mark and Charli are so good SHIT dude

My girl Charli looks DEAD on her feet is my she OKAY??

Charli and Mark’s weird like older cousin/younger cousin-esque relationship >>>>>>

“I wanted to dedicate this dance to you.” Okay Tremma shippers I didn’t get it before but shit I get it now

Jesus Christ once again: WHY ARE WE PRETENDING LIKE GABBY IS GOING TO BE AFFECTED BY THE ELIMINATION WE KNOW SHE’S GONNA GET A PERFECT SCORE (update: ONCE AGAIN I WAS CORRECT WE ALL KNEW THIS)

Ugh she’s so good I hate it

Bruno ripping his shirt off oh my GOD

Two perfect scores for the bachelorette I hate it here

Daniel and Britt are in the bottom two on the leaderboard I’m praying the votes get them through 😭 

Okay yeah Charli and Gabby got through what a surprise

Oh god that means Daniel and Shangela are in the bottom two and they’re definitely gonna save Shangela 😭 

Trevor and Emma I’ll miss you both so much 😭 

I’m actually fucking sobbing rn Daniel and Britt I’ll miss you guys infinitely

I’m so upset rn but I will say I think it’s adorable how Shangela and Daniel kinda like became cute little besties over the course of this season even after all the times they’ve been pitted against each other 💕🥺

Um yo is it just me or did anyone else think that Trevor was straight up about to like confess his love for Emma like?? hello?? what was that look??  😳👀

Yeah that was cute but it’s kinda FUCKED that they straight up just shoved Daniel, Britt, and Gabe to the side like didn’t even TRY to talk to them 🤨

I’m especially mad about that because that’s really coming RIGHT after Daniel was talking about how much this competition meant to him, then they just blow him right off like wtf

Anyways obviously I’m upset because of Daniel and Britt (and now because of how Daniel was just kinda brushed off there at the end?? wtf??) but yeah I’ll be voting for Shangela and Charli from now on!! Go ladies go ladies go!