#Colita Nice

[lepetitlugourmand]

Colita - Un trio de feu et de délices

Colita Nice – Coup de cœur pour cette nouvelle table du port de Nice qui vibre de vie et de personnalité. Ils sont trois : Armand Crespo, Daniele Lamboglia et Carlos Gomez. Le premier est portugais, restaurateur incontournable du Vieux-Nice et bien connu des niçois, le second est italien et chef que l’on a découvert à Type 55, le troisième est Colombien, également Chef, et a fait les belles…

[wonderxshows]

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair

Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air

Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway I heard the mission bell

And I was thinking to myself 'This could be heaven or this could be Hell

Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way

There were voices down the corridor I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the Hotel California Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends

She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends

How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat

Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain 'Please bring me my wine

He said, "we haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine

And still those voices are calling from far away

Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say

" Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) Such a lovely face They livin' it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise), bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling

The pink champagne on ice

And she said, 'we are all just prisoners here, of our own device

And in the master's chambers

They gathered for the feast, they stab it with their steely knives

But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was running for the door

I had to find the passage back to the place I was before

'Relax' said the night man 'We are programmed to receive,

you can check out any time you like

but you can never leave!'

waow . . . . .

[just-a-random-raccoon]

Day 27 & 28: Dancing and Hotel California.

I really love gay people. Did I tell you how much I love them?

Also, don't hope this to be too happy haha. I always have angst for these two. But it's just, slightly.

Also used this reference

I found it on Pinterest, but still couldn't find the author

Fanfic under the cut!

Jack woke up in the hotel room, he didn't remember exactly what happened last night but he for sure knew he has a headache. He let out a groan really wanting to just lay down, the worse it's that the purple man who he had traveled to Vegas with has gotten all the bed for himself.

So he has to satisfy with the floor.

He tried to remember last night again, he saw the bottles, of course they had drunk, it wasn't Vegas without getting drunk, the cigarettes he had reserved were now in the table too far away from him. One already used, and of course, his bow tie has been unmade with his suit made a mess.

Wonder who is the cause of this.

Suddenly he focused more on the radio, it was playing Hotel California. One of his favorite songs. It has been playing on loop since last night.

Then, suddenly drifting off by the lyrics he remembers what happened.

...

"On a dark desert highway

Cool wind in my hair

Warm smell of colitas

Rising up through the air"

He remembers walking through a highway, searching for a bar to pass by. He needed to get wasted, do something, the smell of colitas was becoming him crazy. He didn't liked it, the good thing it was calm and the cool wind was helping him with calming him down.

"Up ahead in the distance

I saw a shimmering light

I had to stop for the night"

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim

He finally saw a bar and he had to stop for the night, he was feeling lightheaded so it was that or nothing. The hotel was too far away to go back now and he didn't find his purple companion. He didn't know where he could have gone but probably he would see him in the morning.

"There she stood in the doorway

I heard the mission bell

And I was thinkin' to myself

"This could be heaven or this could be hell" "

He didn't expect when he entered a bar to recognize a certain purple fellow sitting on the chair getting some drinks. 'This could be heaven or hell' he thought. There was a bell ringing probably Dave calling the bartender. The lights were hitting in all the place and 'Hotel California' was playing.

"Then she lit up a candle

And she showed me the way"

He didn't knew how much he drunk, he just knew that right now Dave invited him to dance, Jack accepted hoping it was just as homies. The purple man showed him the way to the dance floor smiling. They put in position to dance, Jack grabbing Dave's waist gently and holding his hand and Dave holding Jack's hand and grabbing gently his neck.

"There were voices down the corridor

I thought I heard them say

"Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)

Such a lovely face"

He saw the purple man's face, it was for him very pretty, maybe he drink more than he should or maybe he was high, but the feelings for him started to grown. The two were dancing the better they could when you're drunk, but it was indeed a nice dance in a lovely place.

"Plenty of room at the Hotel California

Any time of year (any time of year)

You can find it here" "

He enjoyed the moment with the music, he was holding Old Sport legally, he couldn't waste the chance. Jack was the one leading the dance with sometimes Dave taking the lead. But he really wanted Sportsy to kiss him already. There was plenty of room for that after all.

"Her mind is Tiffany-twisted

She got the Mercedes-Benz, uh

She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys

That she calls friends"

Jack couldn't never figure Dave's mind, what was thinking the purple man? Why was he so nervous around him? Maybe he is missing something. Or maybe he could just lean in and... No he couldn't...

"How they dance in the courtyard

Sweet summer sweat

Some dance to remember

Some dance to forget"

Jack remembered how to dance because he saw Peter and Caroline do it plenty of times in the living room, so he didn't have a problem. This moment was sweet, now he knows why Peter liked to dance with her. Meanwhile Dave just wanted to forget the aching pain on his heart that was asking him to just get Old Sport to the hotel room and start kissing him entirely.

"So I called up the Captain

"Please bring me my wine"

He said, "We haven't had that spirit here

Since 1969" "

Everything was fuzzy since here, but he does remember Dave trying to lean in, he was so nervous and he wanted to kiss. But he couldn't. It was wrong, everything was wrong. He went running asking for wine to the bartender. The only answer he got is "We haven't had that spirit here since 1969"

"And still, those voices are calling

From far away

Wake you up in the middle of the night

Just to hear them say"

He could still heard the music playing, and he could heard those voices scream at him to go back to the dance floor and kiss him, to feel him, to be with him. But he couldn't, he was a coward, he couldn't even accept his fate.

"Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)

Such a lovely face

They're livin' it up at the Hotel California

What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)

Bring your alibis" "

He remembered Dave's beautiful face twitching with disappointed, he could remember the nice surprise he got for him, but he just went running away like he always does. Ignoring his problems. He did it with Dee, he did it with the souls, and now with this.

"Mirrors on the ceiling

The pink champagne on ice

And she said, "We are all just prisoners here

Of our own device" "

"And in the master's chambers

He was surprised Dave sit beside him and ordered a pink champagne, none of them say a word, just the music playing with some whispers from the people, he was about to tell him how he felt, but he decided to remain quiet.

They gathered for the feast

They stab it with their steely knives

"Last thing I remember

But they just can't kill the beast"

The two wanted to talk, but they couldn't. Jack has been through too much with him, broke his promise, killed his old boss' "son", killed five kids. But, all he couldn't get done and never will is talking about feelings. He was shitty expressing all to his siblings and he is now shitty expressing it to the one besides him.

I was running for the door

I had to find the passage back

" "Relax, " said the night man

To the place I was before"

He couldn't take it anymore and went running to the hotel room, he needed to get out of Vegas, he needed to get out of this place. His head was dizzy and he was about to pass out, Jack was about to open the hotel room.

"We are programmed to receive

You can check out any time you like

But you can never leave!" "

Until a certain purple hand got him, "What's wrong Sportsy?" He whispered. "Just relax and tell me". The orange man turned to see him face to face, maybe it was him about to pass out, maybe he was out of his right mind. But he kissed him, he kissed him and doesn't remember nothing else later.

...

Maybe he should stop getting wasted in bars from now on.

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: February 22, 1977

Lyrics:

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair

Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air

Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim, I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway, I heard the mission bell

And I was thinkin' to myself, "This could be heaven or this could be hell"

Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way

There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say

"Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)

Such a lovely face

Plenty of room at the Hotel California

Any time of year (any time of year)

You can find it here"

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes-Benz, uh

She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys that she calls friends

How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat

Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain, "Please bring me my wine"

He said, "We haven't had that spirit here since 1969"

And still, those voices are calling from far away

Wake you up in the middle of the night just to hear them say

"Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)

Such a lovely face

They're livin' it up at the Hotel California

What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)

Bring your alibis"

Songwriter:

Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice

And she said, "We are all just prisoners here of our own device"

And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast

They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was running for the door

I had to find the passage back to the place I was before

"Relax, " said the night man, "We are programmed to receive

You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave"

Glenn Lewis Frey / Don Felder / Donald Hugh Henley

SongFacts:

👉📖

Homepage:

Eagles

[skyward-floored]

hotel california lyrics :3

On a dark desert highway Cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas Rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway I heard the mission bell And I was thinkin' to myself "This could be heaven or this could be hell" Then she lit up a candle And she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor I thought I heard them say

"Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the Hotel California Any time of year (any time of year) You can find it here"

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted She got the Mercedes-Benz, uh She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys That she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard Sweet summer sweat Some dance to remember Some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain "Please bring me my wine" He said, "We haven't had that spirit here Since 1969" And still, those voices are calling From far away Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say

"Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) Such a lovely face They're livin' it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise) Bring your alibis"

Mirrors on the ceiling The pink champagne on ice And she said, "We are all just prisoners here Of our own device" And in the master's chambers They gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember I was running for the door I had to find the passage back To the place I was before "Relax, " said the night man "We are programmed to receive You can check out any time you like But you can never leave!"

Ahhh gotcha, spooky song, hotel you can never leave 👍

huh... kinda like the roach motels

[desklamper]

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim, I had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway, I heard the mission bell And I was thinkin' to myself, "This could be heaven or this could be hell" Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say

"Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the Hotel California Any time of year (any time of year) You can find it here"

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes-Benz, uh She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys that she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat Some dance to remember, some dance to forget So I called up the Captain, "Please bring me my wine" He said, "We haven't had that spirit here since 1969" And still, those voices are calling from far away Wake you up in the middle of the night just to hear them say

"Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) Such a lovely face They're livin' it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise) Bring your alibis"

Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice And she said, "We are all just prisoners here of our own device" And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beast Last thing I remember, I was running for the door I had to find the passage back to the place I was before "Relax, " said the night man, "We are programmed to receive You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave"

why did you write the whole hotel california song in my inbox? thx ig

[maria021015]

SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 41 AHEAD!

On a dark desert highway - cool wind in my hair, warm smell of colitas rising up through the air. Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light. My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim. I had to stop for the night.

There she stood in the doorway. I heard the mission bell, and I was thinkin' to myself, ‘This could be heaven or this could be hell’. Then she lit up a candle, and she showed me the way. There were voices down the corridor. I thought I heard them say…

‘Welcome to the Hotel California! Such a lovely place - such a lovely face. Plenty of room at the Hotel California! Any time of year, you can find it here’

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted. She got the Mercedes-Benz. She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys that she calls friends. How they dance in the courtyard - sweet summer sweat. Some dance to remember, some dance to forget. So I called up the Captain, ‘Please bring me my wine. He said, ‘We haven't had that spirit here since 1969. And still, those voices are calling from far away. Wake you up in the middle of the night just to hear them say…

‘Welcome to the Hotel California! Such a lovely place - such a lovely face. They're livin' it up at the Hotel California! What a nice surprise - bring your alibis.’

Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice, and she said, ‘We are all just prisoners here of our own device’. And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast. They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beast. Last thing I remember, I was running for the door. I had to find the passage back to the place I was before.

‘Relax’, said the night man, ‘We are programmed to receive. You can check out any time you like but you can never leave!’

The breaks squealed eerily as the bus pulled into the front lot of an old motel. A brightly-lit, flickering neon sign notified them that this particular establishment was called ‘Motel Glen Capri’. Unfortunately, it seemed as though a more fitting name would have been ‘Motel California’, after the similarly-named song ‘Hotel California’. ‘Intertextuality’ - Zaida mused internally, remembering another one of her flashcards. As the brunette peered out the window to the almost completely empty parking lot, she felt ghostly fingers trail a path down her spine, sending goosebumps rippling over her skin. Out of all of the motels Finstock could have chosen to stay for the night, it had to be here. At least their luck of late had been consistent. Consistently awful , that was. She didn’t know why she had expected anything more when hearing that the meet was pushed back due to the extreme weather warning.

“There’s only one other car parked - and it’s probably the person who works here.” She mumbled to the werewolf beside her. There were multiple echoes of slightly-differing but equally strong emotions that knocked against those tightly shut doors in her mind. Something bad had happened here. She could feel the imprint of it, left behind like fossilised tracks. "Maybe there’s a reason."

“It’s not like we have a choice,” Isaac shrugged and rose from his seat to follow the stream of students fast-emptying the bus. “Come on princess, you can put up with it for one night.”

She rolled her eyes at his teasing but followed him regardless, slinging her duffel bag up and over her shoulder. The moment her sneaker-enclosed feet landed on the solid ground, that knocking grew louder.

“...I've seen worse.” Scott tried to be positive as he stood on the asphalt overlooking the dungy building.

“Where have you seen worse?” Stiles scoffed in exasperation, hating the look of the place almost as much as Zaida.

“Listen up! The meet's been pushed 'til tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and the least amount of good judgment when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves!” Finstock announced in his booming voice as he addressed them all. Ah, so that was why they were here instead of the forest down the road - which would have been a better place to stay in comparison. Maybe the forest animals decided they didn’t have enough room. “You'll be pairing up - girls with girls and boys with boys - so choose wisely. And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants! Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!”

“Coach, there are an odd number of girls!” Zaida pointed out. The man narrowed his eyes, scanning over the group as if he was counting to make sure she was telling the truth.

“Right,” He nodded when he had finished. “You can pair up with Danny then, thanks for volunteering.”

“Making Danny pair up with a girl just because he’s gay is clear discrimination.” She pointed out mischievously for the sake of arguing with the man. Truth be told, she was grateful it was at least Danny and not Ethan.

“Don’t you start with me, missy.” He pointed a finger at her. “The last time somebody suggested such a thing - thanks McCall - I proved everybody wrong! I love the gays! The man I slept with to prove I wasn’t homophobic was gay - and he was a great guy, bought me dinner and everything.”

“Coach-” Stiles began with a snicker but Finatock blew his shrill whistle to shut him up once more.

“That’s enough!” The man glared at them all and held out the keys he had collected from the front desk for them to take. “Everybody take your keys and leave me alone! If somebody wakes me up from my court-mandated eight hours of NyQuil-induced sleep, there better be a fire. Except for you, Greenberg! Even if the sky was raining down army tanks filled with the living dead, I wouldn’t want you to wake me.”

The group quickly dispersed, undoubtedly discussing amongst themselves how they were going to sneak into each others’ rooms and whatnot. It left Zaida and Lydia standing beside each other, both girls unsure about approaching any closer.

“Lydia...?” Allison turned back to frown at them in questioning. “Zaida?”

“I don't like this place.” The redhead pursed her lips into a thin line with wary green eyes.

“I don't think the people who own this place like this place.” Allison chuckled, brushing off the girl’s concerns for a superficial dislike of a hotel that was anything less than five stars. Normally Zaida would make the same joke, but Lydia was right. The thick and palpable negative energy that shrouded the motel only seemed to grow stronger the closer she got. Maybe it was best if she didn’t admit to that aloud though, considering Lydia was already concerned and they’d have to stay here through the night either way. “It's just for a night.”

“A lot can happen in one night…” Lydia murmured and Zaida drew the girl’s hand into hers, giving her a reassuring squeeze before tugging her forward. Inwardly, she reinforced those doors in her head until the knocking quietened and faded.

“Come on, Lyds. I want to get to my room and freshen up before Danny claims the shower. I have a feeling he has a rigorous pampering routine.” Zaida grinned, attempting to make light of the situation for her friend’s sake.

“With skin as clear and hydrated as his?” She arched a delicate brow. “Definitely.”

As it turned out, Zaida should have been more worried about Ethan and Danny claiming the room to ‘catch-up’. She had walked in, screamed an uncomfortable apology, and walked straight back out with her cheeks burning. Well, so much for claiming the bathroom. After what she witnessed she was sure she didn’t want to touch anything in that room.

Allison and Lydia had both expressed their desires to shower (though the latter may have changed her mind when she saw the state of the facilities), leaving Zaida with two options. She could seek out Isaac’s room and undoubtedly face many teasing jokes and be subjected to Boyd’s deadly mood, or she could swallow her pride and hope that Scott and Stiles would allow her to use their shower. She went with the latter. Her stomach twisted with dread as she knocked on their door and waited for one of them to answer. The blood in her ears beat to the thundering of her pulse, quickening as her thoughts ran rampant uncontrollably. She couldn’t shake the image of Stiles and Lydia sat beside each other with Scott and Allison behind them.

Zaida had never seen the sense in Lydia and Stiles as a match, but now that she knew her own feelings for the boy, perhaps it was always just a subconscious hope that they would never eventuate. One thing was for certain, she held a biased opinion. Coming from an outsider's perspective, she supposed it made sense. The boy had been pining over Lydia for years, and the girl was finally shedding her shallow and vapid self in favour of a new and improved version. In the movies, that kind of a redemption arc would guarantee the boy finally getting the girl. Hearing them work things out together on the bus made Zaida realise that maybe one of the best things about herself and Stiles - their investigative bond - wasn’t only unique to them. The feelings of betrayal, inadequacy and jealousy only rose to the surface once more. Looking on at all four of her friends together and knowing Lydia could easily replace her role in the quartet planted the worry that things wouldn’t have been all that different had Zaida never moved to Beacon Hills. Maybe one day they would realise that too. That they didn’t need her. That she didn’t matter anymore…and maybe she never had.

Her spiralling thoughts and churning guts were silenced by Stiles opening the door to the motel room. The sight of Stiles with wet hair and only a towel wrapped around him, hanging low on his hips, stirred a swarm of butterflies in her stomach. Her lips parted in surprise and she couldn’t stop her eyes from roving the planes of defined muscle of his torso.

“Zaida? Hey, what are you doing here?” The boy's brows furrowed slightly in questioning and her heart only thumped louder in her chest when he leaned against the door frame with his forearm, displaying the veins that webbed prominently beneath the skin.

“Oh, uh…I was just going to ask if you guys were using your shower - which, clearly you were, and are not currently.” She stumbled over her words at a far faster pace than usual in her flustered state.

“Scott already had one and I just finished. Why, did Danny hog all the hot water?” He jested, unaware of her current predicament.

“He never made it to the bathroom, actually. But from the looks of what he and Ethan were getting up to, he will definitely be needing one later.” She raised her brows and swallowed her rising disgust at the memory of what she’d walked in on.

“Oh God, my condolences.” Stiles wrinkled his nose in an expression mirroring how she felt. “You can use ours.”

He finally stepped aside, moving those distracting muscles away from her line of sight and allowing her to function normally again - or semi-normally, at least. When she stepped further into the room Scott shot her a knowing look and she glared at him. Damn those werewolf senses. Dragging her duffel bag with her into the bathroom, Zaida peeled off her musty bus clothes and stepped beneath the hot shower spray. The water pressure wasn’t great, and most of the tiles were edged in pink mold that climbed from the grouting, but at least she felt a bit cleaner when she stepped out. She hadn’t packed any pyjamas - having not planned on staying the night - but she had packed an extra outfit for after the cross country, anticipating how awful it would feel to endure the five hour bus ride back in her sweaty clothes.

When she exited the bathroom Stiles and Scott were lying down on their twin single beds, staring up at the peeled and cracked ceiling. Stiles was fully dressed this time in dark-wash jeans, a grey T-shirt and a maroon jacket that clung to his biceps in a way that made Zaida flush.

“Hey, come here,” Stiles beckoned her over, patting on the thin mattress beneath him. She tentatively took a seat at the end of his bed. “We need your brain.”

“To hell with the rest of me, right?” She snorted sarcastically, though it was only partially a joke. A headache was beginning to play behind her eyes like a drumming in her brain.

“All right, so I have four.” Stiles returned to the conversation he had been previously having with Scott, leaving Zaida to guess at the subject matter. “Lydia and I think that the Darach and the alpha pack are preparing for war against each other. The alphas are expanding their pack, and the Darach is committing human sacrifices for power - however that works.”

“Four? You have four suspects?” Scott raised a brow towards his hairline. So that’s what they were talking about. Scott finally allowed his best friend to discuss the identity of the Darach.

“Yeah, it was originally ten. Well, nine, technically, I guess - I had Derek on there twice.” Stiles lifted his shoulders into a half-shrug.

“Well, I guess we can cross him off, now that he’s… you know.” Zaida muttered. She was still bitter about Stiles and Lydia working together without her.

“So, who's number one? Harris?” Scott brushed off her comment.

“Just because he's missing, doesn't mean he's dead.” Stiles nodded in confirmation.

“So, if he's not dead, our chemistry teacher is out secretly committing human sacrifices...?” Scott added skeptically.

“Yeah, I guess that just sounded way better in my head.” Stiles winced when he realised how far-fetched his theory sounded aloud.

“Harrris is definitely sketchy, but why would he write ‘Darach’ on his graded papers and leave them on his desk if it was him? That’s self-incrimination at the most , and giving us crucial information the Darach wouldn’t want people knowing at the least.” Zaida pointed out.

“Maybe he was trying to throw suspicion off, or maybe the alphas got to him before he could clean it up?” The Sheriff’s son suggested.

“I don’t think so. He was leaving a message - like he knew he was going to be taken. Maybe he knew who the Darach was.” Zaida offered.

“Well, what if it's someone else from school? Like, you remember Matt? We didn't know that he was killing people…” Scott interjected, trying to be helpful.

“Excuse me? I'm sorry, what? I-“ Stiles craned his neck, leaning up to look at his friend with an appalled expression. “Yes, we did! I called that from day one , actually.”

“Yeah, but we never really thought that it was Matt…” Scott chuckled lightly.

“I was serious! I was quite serious, actually! Deadly serious! No one listened to me!” Stiles scoffed and got to his feet in his outrage.

“I listened to you,” Zaida mumbled under her breath. Between his comment just then and how he had only validated her earlier theory of Scott’s injury-origins when Lydia had said it, she felt entirely overlooked.

“Who were the other three?” The werewolf pulled them back on track.

“Derek's sister, Cora - no one knows anything about her, and she's Derek's sister.” Stiles tucked down another finger as he demonstrated the list on his hand. “Next, your boss.”

“My boss?” Scott repeated in surprise, sitting up.

“Yeah, your boss. I don't really like the whole Obi-Wan thing he's got going on, you know? It freaks me out.” Stiles explained and at Scott’s confounded look his jaw dropped. “...Oh, my God! Have you still not seen Star Wars?!”

“I swear, if we make it back alive, I will watch the movie.” Scott sighed in defeat.

“That’s ‘movies’ plural, Scotty boy.” Zaida corrected.

“How many are there?” He questioned with a clueless frown.

“Three in the original trilogy, three in the prequels, three in the sequels, three non-canon Ewok spin offs, two standalone spin offs, then the Clone Wars film and tv show, and most recently, the Kenobi and Ashoka spin-off shows. Plus the holiday special, Star Wars Rebels, The Mandelorian, Andor, The Book of Boba Fett, Lego Star Wars, the upcoming Droid Story film...” Zaida listed them as Scott’s eyes only grew wider and wider along with Stiles’ broad smile. “Do you want me to keep going?”

“No!” Scott shook his head definitively and changed the subject. “Stiles, you said you had four. Who was the last suspect?”

“...Lydia. She was totally controlled by Peter, and she had no idea, so…” The boy admitted with a grim expression.

“What? My best friend is not going around committing human sacrifices!” Zaida blurted in defence of the girl, in disbelief that he had even suggested such a thing.

“I’m not saying she’s doing it on purpose. When Peter controlled her, she had no clue what she was doing. He could be doing it again. Think about it, Lydia found one of the bodies and has no idea how she ended up there.” Stiles elaborated on his theory, and when he put it that way Zaida supposed it was an undeniable possibility. “Maybe she didn’t just find the body.”

“I need some food.” She rubbed at her temples, easing the tension there as she got to her feet.

“I’ll come with you. I saw a vending machine on our way in.” Stiles offered, though it was more of a demand than a question. He was up and leading the way out of the door in only a few moments.

“You coming, Scotty boy?” Zaida looked to the werewolf hopefully, not quite wanting to be alone with Stiles right now.

“No, you guys go.” Scott was too zoned-out to pick up on her silent plea for his company, leaving a disappointed Zaida to trail after Stiles.

“Maybe this isn’t the best idea - you and vending machines don’t exactly have a long-standing history of a good relationship.” The brunette pointed out in a sarcastic drawl as she followed after the boy outside, walking along the balcony that was lined with other room numbers.

“That was ages ago. I’m a changed man, Zaida.” He winked at her. Certainly he was a changed man. Compared to that hyperactive little boy and self-assured, strong-willed girl they were back then, both of them had changed. He was a bit calmer now - though still chaotic - and more confident. As for herself? Well she wasn’t so sure anymore. She’d thought that she’d found her place in Beacon Hills - that she meant something, and that she made a difference. She’d thought that now that she was in more control of her abilities, she was powerful. Last night at the mall only proved to her how wrong she had been. She was completely worthless, her ice shards discarded in a split second by a blind man. If it weren’t for Allison and her flash arrows, them being there would have been a disaster. There was nothing Zaida could do to help her friends, or her brother for that matter. In fact, all she had done was force Xander to paint a target on his back to protect her. The only difference she had made was that she’d somehow managed to make the situation entirely worse.

“You’re uncharacteristically quiet. What’s going on in that brilliant mind of yours?” Stiles wondered, his analytical amber eyes arrowing on her - able to see right through her to the turmoil within. ‘Brilliant’ - she snorted audibly. Not so brilliant that she could figure out the Darach and alphas were opposing sides in an upcoming battle. Not so brilliant that she could find a way to save her brother from the fate she bestowed upon him. Not so brilliant that Stiles would believe her theories before Lydia confirmed them.

“I’m fine, Stiles.” She spat back with more venom in her tone than she intended.

“Okay, now I definitely know something is wrong. When you say you’re fine, you’re not fine. Ever .” He shook his head. “Is it about Deucalion? About what happened last night? Everyone’s been fussing over if Scott’s okay because his mental anguish manifested in a physical injury, but no one’s asked if you’re okay, have they?”

“You did,” She answered in quiet realisation. He’d cared enough to question if she was up to this trip even before getting on the bus. That small gesture kept that tiny flame of hope burning in her chest, and it was enough to light up the consuming darkness.

“How are you holding up with it all?” He asked with sympathy softening his molten-honey eyes.

“Well, the werewolf who murdered my parents is just waltzing around Beacon Hills, and Xander is next on his hit-list because of me. Yet I’m here on a Cross Country meet while he’s probably running - or fighting - for his life. If he even still has it. So I’d say I’m doing fabulously.” Her lips pulled into a tight and sarcastic smile.

“You know it’s not your fault, right? There was no way for you to have known any of that was going to happen.” Stiles attempted to reason with her, but guilt was far stronger than logic. It clawed at her insides, raking deep scrapes into her very bones.

“But it is my fault, whether I meant for it to happen or not. I’m the reason my brother might be dead right now.” She swallowed hard, her self-disgust and inadequacy rising thickly in her throat. It was sickening.

“You…you don’t know that. Xander could be safe.” The boy tried - the way she was speaking was entirely foreign. He’d never heard her talk like that before. Zaida always had a plan B, and then a plan C, or D, all the way through to Z. She always seemed to know what to do. Always appeared two steps ahead of the rest of them. Zaida Callis never gave up. But right now, she sounded entirely hopeless, and it struck fear into his gut. “Your brother knows what he’s doing - he’s police trained and he’s a Hunter trained by the Argents - the oldest Hunter family ever! He’ll be okay.”

“I hope so,” She muttered, not wanting to talk about this anymore. Not even with him. Talking about it only meant she had to think about it, and she was already thinking about it enough. Zaida was thankful when the two of them descended the noisy metal staircase and reached the vending machine beneath it, effectively cutting off their conversation. Boyd was standing and staring at the glass with another one of his famous deadpan expressions as he punched in the buttons on the keypad to select Peanut Butter Crackers.

“Hey! That was the same thing I was gonna get.” Stiles grinned in a friendly fashion as he peered nosily from next to the beta. The metal swirl holding the snacks rotated, but not enough to release the packet into the drop-chute. “Oh, hang on...You know what? I got a patented method for this, don't worry-”

“Stiles,” Zaida let out an exhausted sigh as the boy gripped the machine from its top, preparing to shake it. Boyd interrupted them both, punching straight through the glass with a closed fist, the rest of him not moving so much as an inch. He snatched his snack from the machine and turned on his heel, leaving without so much as a word. “Oh my God…” She frowned as her eyes followed the werewolf. What was it with people in Beacon Hills breaking vending machines?

Stiles, on the other hand, took the opportunity to grab as many items as he could hold, cautious eyes darting about for anyone who might see him committing vending machine theft. “How are you the son of the Sheriff?” Zaida tutted at his law-breaking tendencies.

“It’s because I'm the son of the Sheriff,” He assured her and ushered her away from the scene of the crime, back up the stairs and towards him and Scott’s room.

“Oh no, I’m not going to get caught for you pillaging the motel vending machine. You’re on your own, buddy.” She held up her hands and shook her head, splitting off in the opposite direction with a lazy salute.

“I thought you were hungry?” Stiles called out as she turned back.

“Not anymore. Crime makes me lose my appetite,” She jested dryly. In truth, she really couldn’t bear being around him right now - not when every time she looked at him, she only saw him sitting beside Lydia in that bus.

Unfortunately Danny and Ethan were not yet ‘finished’ in her own room. Zaida discovered that the hard way, and was left with yet another dilemma - she could retreat to Stiles and Scott’s room with her proverbial tail between her legs, or she could seek out Lydia and Allison. She went with the lesser of the two evils and ventured a bit further down the upstairs walkway to where she knew the redhead and huntress were situated. When Lydia opened the door for her and ushered her inside, Zaida wasn’t expecting the vile and acrid taste of jealousy to bubble over and leave a bitter taste in her mouth - but it did. How did the girl still look so beautiful after five hours in a car - over two of those hours spent in a crowded bus? She hadn’t even had a shower or changed her clothes. She looked exactly as perfect as she had looked when she was seated next to Stiles, having him gaze at her with his amber-eyes.

“Come on in, you can sit anywhere you like, although I wouldn’t recommend it,” The redhead wrinkled her nose in disgust at the state of the accommodation they were put up in.

Even that somehow looked adorable on her small button nose. When Zaida did that, she always thought her straight-bridged European nose simply looked like a wrinkled beak. That feeling of inadequacy boiled once again within Zaida. In all of their friendship, she’d tried hard to not compare herself with Lydia, knowing it would never end well. But now she couldn’t help it. Zaida was suddenly very aware of the differences between her and her best friend. The redhead had captured Stiles Stilinski’s heart, for starters, without even trying to do so. She was much prettier as well. In fact, in more ways than not Zaida paled in comparison to the redhead’s beauty and other talents. She wasn’t musical enough, wasn’t artistic enough, wasn’t as intelligent. It was as if all of the things Zaida had prided herself for, Lydia could do better.

“Oh, hey Zaida,” Allison flashed her a bright smile from where she was kicked back on her bed, typing away at her phone.

With a jolt Zaida realised it was not just Lydia, but Allison as well who was better than her. Zaida had been utterly powerless the night before, but Allison had held her own, likely saving Scott and Isaac along with the other members of Derek’s pack with her flash-bomb arrows. Zaida wasn’t that skilful, or that calm in the face of danger. She wasn’t calculated enough, wasn’t knowledgeable enough. Zaida simply wasn’t enough. Not enough of anything.

“What are you guys up to?” Zaida took a seat on the end of Lydia’s untouched bed in what she hoped was a casual manner.

“Lydia was just filling me in.” Allison nodded towards the still-standing redhead.

“Stiles and I think that the Darach and the alpha pack are related, just not in the way we first believed. In ancient cultures, ritualistic sacrifices in preparation for battle were quite common. The Darach could be committing these sacrifices for the same reason the alphas are recruiting - they’re preparing for battle. Likely against each other.” Lydia’s lips drew into a tight line as revealed what she thought was new information. Little did she know that Zaida had heard it twice before - once on the bus and once from Stiles’ own mouth.

“Yeah, I heard,” She nodded, trying and failing to keep the bitterness from her tone. Thankfully, neither of the girls picked up on its true origins, attributing it to the stress of the challenges before them.

“Now that you mention it, I was going to ask about that,” Allison put her phone away and leaned forwards against her propped up knees.

“About what?” Lydia arched a perfectly shaped brow. Zaida could already tell she wouldn’t like where this was going at all. She’d pretty much reached boiling point already and was not prepared to hold herself back from the edge much longer.

“About you and Stiles,” The huntress prodded purposefully, waiting for a reaction to confirm her suspicions, yet not the ones Zaida immediately assumed they were. The huntress had noticed a change in the way Stiles interacted with Lydia - a change that she thought might mean the boy had moved on. “You two seemed like you were getting along pretty well on the bus. I think that’s the first time I’ve seen you guys have a one-on-one conversation without him bumbling over his words or making a pass at you.”

“Yeah, well hopefully that means his pathetic little crush on me is a thing of the past,” The redhead rolled her eyes exaggeratedly. “Seriously, what did he think was going to happen? A girl says ‘no’ enough times and you’d think he’d catch the hint.”

“It isn’t some ‘pathetic little crush’,” Zaida snapped and Allison’s eyes shot towards her, widening slightly. Her friend’s dismissive attitude towards Stiles’ feelings only made Zaida’s growing frustration and agitation spike, tipping her over the edge.

“Following me around like a stray puppy-dog begging for scraps is pretty pathetic, if you ask me.” The redhead joked with an amused hum, so used to haughtily brushing off his affections that she did so mindlessly. It only propelled Zaida further down the emotional spiral she’d been descending all afternoon.

“Don’t you realise just how incredibly lucky you are?!” Zaida’s face flushed with anger and it was only then that Lydia recognised something was wrong. “That boy would do anything for you. He cares about you so much and you don’t even have to look twice at him. He’s never pushed you, he’s never asked for anything more than what you were willing to give him. He is so unbelievably loyal and devoted that he knew you were never interested and he still hasn’t moved on for the slim chance that one day you might want him back.”

“Zay, I didn’t mean-” The redhead swiftly tried to backtrack when she opened her eyes to how she’d offended the girl. “He’s just not my type…”

“He is hilarious, and selfless, and thoughtful, and a complete genius! I don’t know what else you could want from him. He’s perfect, Lydia, and I’m hopelessly falling for him when all he can see is you!” Zaida was yelling now, her chest heaving when she realised the reality of what she had just blurted. Her hands flew to cup her mouth and she let out a strangled sob of surprise, tears welling. For a brief period of silence everyone was frozen, not knowing what to do or say in reaction to her outburst.

“...I’m sorry. I…I don’t know where that came from.” Zaida cleared her throat with a quiet voice. Lydia took a step towards her, green eyes wide in shock and sympathy, but Zaida held an arm out to stop the girl in her tracks. She just needed some space for a moment to deal with the overwhelming wave of anxiety that washed over her. “Don’t…just…don’t.”

“Zaida…I had no idea.” Lydia slowly and tentatively took a seat on the bed beside the brunette. She inwardly scolded herself. Of course she’d had no idea - she was so self-absorbed that she’d neglected to notice how her best friend was feeling when now that she thought about it, it had been so obvious. Those lingering looks during training before summer break, and the way her eyes would light up when talking about something stupid he’d said or done. It had been in the way she’d gone silent when the three of them would hang out together and Stiles would make a flirty joke that Lydia would ignore. “How…how long?”

Zaida didn’t answer. Her head hung low, heavy from the weight of her shame. This was not how she’d intended to inform her friends of her feelings. In fact, she hadn't wanted to tell them at all, afraid of how things might change between her and Lydia. She’d never wanted the redhead to feel guilty - after all, it wasn’t her fault that Stiles had chosen her. It wasn’t her fault that Zaida wasn’t enough. She could see from the girl’s wide green eyes that it was too late to prevent that now. “I don’t know…” She finally ground out in a hoarse voice. “A while?”

Allison scooted over her bed to sit on the edge, coming closer to offer her support. “How long have you known ?” She reframed Lydia’s question, remembering how Zaida had brushed it off when she’d last suggested such a thing - the night that they’d hunted Cora and Boyd. The warmth and compassion behind her dark brown doe eyes softened the pounding in Zaida’s temples, like the steady rhythm of a song beating against the walls of her mind.

“The beginning of summer, when we went to the beach house.” She admitted, releasing some of the built-up tension within her with her confession.

“But that was months ago?” Lydia exclaimed. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“There was no point - Stiles has made his feelings for you pretty damn clear. There’s nothing you could have done. There’s still nothing that you can do.” The brunette shook her head. “Stiles likes you, Lydia. He knows that you might not ever like him back, but he can’t help how he feels - the same way that I can’t help how I feel. And I can’t blame him for not liking me, just like I can’t blame you for his feelings.” Now that everything was out in the open, that knocking in her mind had quietened, allowing her to calm her raging storm of emotions. Five things. “I’m honestly surprised that you didn’t notice - everyone else did.”

Lydia turned to Allison for confirmation and the huntress answered with a sad smile. “Even you?” The redhead raised her brows in surprise.

“I suspected it for a while, but when I teased Zaida about it she immediately turned the subject around onto me…” Allison trailed off as she recalled the moment she had known it to be true.

“Who else knew?” Lydia questioned. The fact that she was the last one to figure it out when Zaida was her best friend only added to her growing sense of guilt.

“I thought Scott was the first - he could smell it in my chemo-signals. But now that I think about it, Danny and Isaac were making comments from months before that…” Zaida thought back to all of Danny’s jokes that she’d brushed off, and that one time Isaac had pointed out to her that all of the qualities that had attracted her to him , Stiles also possessed. Four things.

“Oh my God, I’m the worst friend ever,” Lydia shook her head in disbelief. How could she have been so blind - so self-absorbed - that she hadn’t seen it?

“You are not the worst friend ever - in fact you’re far from it.” Zaida rushed to defend Lydia from her self-criticism, reaching to squeeze her hand supportively. Three things. “You were going through everything with Jackson, and on top of that you were helping me with training, and my parents’ murder, and finding out what I am. It’s not your fault that I didn’t tell you.”

“I just wish that you would have said something,” Lydia mumbled, tilting her head in an empathetic expression and gripping Zaida’s hand tightly.

“I knew that telling you about it would have only made you feel bad for something you couldn’t control.” Zaida sighed deeply. “I didn’t want you to feel like that, and I didn’t want to let it come between us.”

“It doesn’t have to,” Lydia promised determinedly. “We’re not going to let it.”

Zaida responded with the warmest smile she could muster despite the cold creeping further into her bones.

After a while of hanging out in the girls’ motel room, thoroughly avoiding the subject of Stiles Stilinski and talking about anything and everything else, Allison decided to have a shower. The huntress looked up from where she was rifling through the bathroom cupboards, pulling out a stack of towels, carrying them over to where the other girls were laying side by side on Lydia’s bed.

“I don’t think these towels are clean…” The taller girl trailed off, looking at the items with an unsure expression while Zaida and Lydia drew their attention away from taking selfies on the redhead’s phone.

“No kidding,” Lydia took a short sniff and pulled back quickly. “That smells like a chronic smoker hid their cancerous lungs in it.”

“Maybe they forgot to change them,” Allison attempted to brush it off kindly, whereas Lydia looked pissed off.

“Or maybe, they just never change them. Maybe these bed sheets are years old. Maybe, they never clean anything.” The redhead prattled on with her hands crossed over her chest in a sassy pose.

“Ugh, I really need a shower though,” Allison pulled at her slightly-oily brown hair with an apprehensive expression.

“Don’t you even think about it,” Lydia snatched the towels from her so the brunette couldn’t use them and bounced to her feet. “I’m going to go down to the office and give these people a piece of my mind. This place is in violation of like a hundred health safety laws.”

“I’ll go with her to make sure she doesn’t cuss anyone out.” Zaida rolled her eyes fondly at the redhead and followed her out of the room.

There was no stopping Lydia when she was on a mission. The girl’s heeled boots clacked against the metal staircase as she strutted her way to the management office window, dropping the towels down on the bench and addressing the older lady there, who had her back to them. “Be nice,” Zaida whispered a reminder to the girl.

“Excuse me? The card on the dresser says we have a non-smoking room, but somehow…all our towels reek of nicotine.” The redhead muttered and the woman turned only for them to see a transparent rubber tube embedded in her throat. A tracheotomy tube, Zaida recognised with a shiver.

“Sorry about that, sweetheart.” The woman rasped in a hoarse voice, clearly damaged from years of heavy smoking. Zaida shot Lydia a stern look and the girl’s lips thinned guiltily for her attitude. As they waited for the lady to return with fresh towels, Lydia’s eyes were drawn to a number framed on the office’s wall.

“What's that? That number?” The redhead questioned, unable to help satiating her curiosity once the lady returned with clean towels.

“It's kind of an inside thing for the motel. My husband insists on keeping it up.” The woman chuckled darkly and the sound sent goosebumps rippling down Zaida’s spine.

“What do you mean?” Lydia prodded further.

“It's a little bit morbid, to be honest…” The owner admitted. “You sure you want to know?”

“Well, with a preface like that,” Zaida raised a brow.

“Tell me.” Lydia nodded impatiently.

“We're not gonna make the top of anyone's list when it comes to customer satisfaction…” The lady began.

“Obviously.” The redhead interjected with a rude scoff and Zaida sent her a reprimanding expression.

“But we are number one in California when it comes to one disturbing little detail. Since opening - more than any other motel in California - we have the most guest suicides.” The woman’s face twisted into a slight smile, a glint in her eyes that was almost disturbing.

“One hundred and ninety-eight?” Lydia confirmed with wide green eyes, double-checking the number as if she didn’t believe she’d seen it correctly now that she knew what it represented.

“And counting!” The woman cackled. If Zaida wasn’t creeped out before, she sure as hell was now.

[frankbrodauf]

[Hotel California] [Eagles] [1976] [LP] Oh how I love it, this ingenious improvised guitar duet... But also the vocals of Don Henley and at all everything, just great! . . . . . On a dark desert highway Cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas Rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night . There she stood in the doorway I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself "This could be Heaven or this could be Hell" Then she lit up a candle And she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor I thought I heard them say . Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the Hotel California Any time of year (any time of year) You can find it here . Her mind is Tiffany-twisted She got the Mercedes Benz She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys That she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard Sweet summer sweat Some dance to remember Some dance to forget . So I called up the Captain "Please bring me my wine" He said, 'We haven't had that spirit here Since 1969" And still those voices are calling from far away Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say . Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) Such a lovely face They livin' it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise) Bring your alibis . Mirrors on the ceiling The pink champagne on ice And she said, 'We are all just prisoners here Of our own device" And in the master's chambers They gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives But they just can't kill the beast . Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door I had to find the passage back To the place I was before "Relax, " said the night man "We are programmed to receive You can check out any time you like But you can never leave" . . . . . #HotelCalifornia #NewKidInTown #TheEagles #TheEaglesBand #TheEaglesHotelCalifornia #GlennFrey #DonFelder #JosephFidler #JoeWalsh #BernieLeadon #RandyMeisner #AsylumRecords #BillSzymczyk #Rockmusic #CountryRock #WestCoastMusic #SoftRock #FolkRock https://www.instagram.com/p/CpQbg9zohT0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[stayawhilechild]

Hotel California by Al B. Sure

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair

Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air

Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim

I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway, I heard the mission bell

And I was thinking to myself

"This could be Heaven or this could be Hell"

Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way

There were voices down the corridor

I thought I heard them say

[Hook]

"Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place

Such a lovely face

Plenty of room at the Hotel California

Any time of year

(Any time of year)

You can find it here"

[Verse 2]

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Bright Red Benz

She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends

How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat

Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain, "Please bring me my wine"

He said, "We haven't had that spirit here since 1969"

And still those voices are calling from far away

Wake you up in the middle of the night

Just to hear them say

[Hook]

"Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)

Such a lovely face

They living it up at the Hotel California

What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)

Bring your alibis"

[Verse 3]

Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice

And she said: "We are all just prisoners here of our own device"

And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast

They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was running for the door

I had to find the passage back to the place I was before

"Relax," said the night man, "We are programmed to receive

You can checkout any time you like, but you can never leave!"

[menemennpastirma]

Hotel California - Allie Sherlock cover & The3buskteers

Lyrics: On a dark desert highway Cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas Rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself "This could be Heaven or this could be Hell" Then she lit up a candle And she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the Hotel California Any time of year (any time of year) You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted She got the Mercedes Benz She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys That she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard Sweet summer sweat Some dance to remember Some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain "Please bring me my wine" He said, 'We haven't had that spirit here Since 1969" And still those voices are calling from far away Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say

Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) Such a lovely face They livin' it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise) Bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling The pink champagne on ice And she said, 'We are all just prisoners here Of our own device" And in the master's chambers They gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door I had to find the passage back To the place I was before "Relax, " said the night man "We are programmed to receive You can check out any time you like But you can never leave"

#music #live #acoustic #cover #rock #eagles #hotelcalifornia #alliesherlock #the3buskteers

(via https://youtu.be/57hQMwzo8Rc)

[readbentweenthelines]

If Bri was going to say something else, Ben couldn't tell. He was more focused on the smile on her face, the sparkle in her eye. He thought she was lovely, fantastic, marvelous. Everything about her was incredible. "You're perfect," he murmured, brushing the back of a finger over her cheek. He chuckled, though, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, darling, but you chose to go down the fire escape? Interesting choice. And I've broken plenty. Sneaking out, trespassing, though that was because I was in the library after hours and ended up setting an alarm off," he said.

Ben put his hands up. "Far more than just acceptable. Agreeable! Incredible. Amazing. I'm near trembling with anticipation," he said. "Cross my heart." As he did the motion, one hand reached out to take hers, tugging her back to him.

"It's really easy," he said softly, a gentle smile on his lips. "I know you wouldn't hurt me, not on purpose. That's what matters most. Hey." Gently, he took her face and had her look at him. "You're not her, alright? You're not." Perhaps having so much trust in another person was foolish, but he really did trust her. He believed in her control, and, more than that, he believed that she'd stop if he told her to. "You're not going to end up hurting me. I just don't believe it." But, if she did, that'd be on him.

Her words were sweet, kind. Far kinder than he deserved; he couldn't truly be the best thing about coming back to her. Surely there were better things, better people. "Nice handwriting? Witty quips? Well, I suppose that's as close to perfect as one can get," he teased before shaking his head. "We both know better. And, yes, I must keep it hip with the youths," he drawled. Groaning, he shook his head and covered his eyes before sighing. "On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair. Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air..." It was more talking to a tune than actual singing. It wasn't grating, but it certainly wasn't good, and calling it singing was definitely a stretch. "Please don't make me continue. Pretty please with a cherry on top."

"No, no. Just like this. I lov-" She started to say only to quickly clear her throat and correct herself before she told him that she loved him just the way he was. "You're perfect just the way you are," She promised him. "I guess? Though, it wasn't really a rule not to sneak out? I could have left from the front door. I just chose to leave down the fire escape, but sure. Of course it counts. I'm a total rebel," She corrected herself. A bright grin finding its way to her lips as she shook her head back and forth. "Oh no you don't. Come on, Trouble. What rules have you broken before?"

"Only acceptable?" She scoffed. Her draw dropping in disbelief as she shook her head the tiniest bit back and forth. "I'm trying to make your fantasy come to life here and the most you can say is acceptable?" She feigned a gasp, despite the way her smile was brightening as she spoke.

"I guess? I guess I just don't know how you have so much trust in me," She admitted softly, especially when she hardly had that amount of trust in herself. But, then again, she had once trusted a vampire with her life too. "But, then again, I," She pressed her lips together as if to debate whether or not to tell him. "I think the reason I'm so scared is because when I trusted my exe to feed from me, I ended up dead and I'm no where near the vampire she was, so if she could take too much then whose to say I couldn't? It's just... I don't know if I could live with myself if I ended up hurting you," She mumbled out, fidgeting with the charms dangling off of the charm bracelet on her wrist as she snuck a peak up at him.

"You are to me," She told him, without missing a beat. Her cheeks flushing a rosey shade of pink as he moved to press a kiss against the back of her hand. "You know you have good handwriting. And a witty quips and a incredible voice and are practically perfect in every way accept for whatever it is you're secretly embarrassed of," She rolled her eyes lightly over. Only a giggle to bubbly up from her lips at the mention of Taylor Swift. "She is iconic. Looking at you staying hip with the youth," She teased, only for her brow to lift as he told her that he was embarrassed when it came to singing. "Oh no. You're kidding me? No, now you have to. Please? Pretty please with a cherry on top? It will only be for me," She pleaded. After all, he had seen her make a fool of herself a hundred times over. It was only fair.

[nose-bl]

some Encanto details you might have missed!

i know many colombians have already talked about these details but alskdalsdkal i’m passionate about this movie so i am gonna talk about this too

when Bruno quitly sings “sana que sana colita de rana“ (i assume he sang this to Casita bc it was falling apart :’)

M IÉRCOLES (apparently a ton of people didn’t understand why agustin was saying “wednesday”. basically miercoles is a kid-friendly way to say mierda, aka shit)

the food!! during the proposal scene, the family is eating ajiaco santafereño, we also see things like buñuelos and arepas

during Abuela’s flashback, when she’s meeting Pedro, they reference Dia de las Velitas which is a holiday that takes place during the 7th of december where people light up candles and pray. afterwards Alma and Pedro are eating buñuelos which are a must-have christmas holiday food (but they exist all year long ofc)

the yellow butterflies: now, i know they are supposed to represent Alma and Pedro, especially considering the song Dos Orugitas, but i want to add that yellow butterflies are a very important and relevant theme in Colombia as they are a reference to magical realism and García Márquez. i don’t know if they intentionally picked yellow butterflies because of this reason but i made the connection anyway

the biodiversity was also a huge theme but i could make a whole post on that so i’ll just say that Colombia is the second most biodiverse country per square meter in the world and it was really nice to see this

at the start of the movie, what Mirabel receives is a maceta valluna

the clothes have different inspirations but Mirabel’s dress specifically is based off of the traditional clothing of Velez in Santander, and we see characters using ruanas, ponchos and sombreros vueltiaos

Pedro died in Caño Cristales

the movie seems to take place in Quindio (specifically Valle del Cocora)

side note: Caño Cristales is located in Meta, which isn’t that far away from Quindio but they are still different departments, so basically they just took the inspiration from different places in Colombia to create the space in which the movie takes place but it’s not like they are EXACTLY in Quindio or Meta or whatever other real place because it wouldn’t make sense that way

Abuela’s backstory is truly heartbreaking, especially when you know what it’s about. many people think it was just a random attack on hers and Pedro’s town. but it’s a lot more than that, there’s a lot of historical context going into it and the fact that they showed the forced displacement that is still a huge issue was just....shocking and unexpected, but a good surprise (here is a twitter thread that goes through Colombia’s history quickly to explain some context to you)

finally i wanted to say that Alma’s backstory likely took place around 1902 and the present time is around 1950, but they intentionally left the time ambigious so it’s a bit hard to know exactly in which year the movie takes place

any colombians are invited to add stuff if you want!

[piercethelenn]

Track nineteen — Just One Yesterday.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of fainting || Word count: 1222

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Y/N huffed in annoyance at some of the messages left by her friends who she had tried so hard to ignore after her unnecessarily dramatic exit, although she was a little surprised about how ridiculously accurate Yeojin’s predictions were. After all, they really knew each other like the back of their hands, a fact that had both positive and negative implications. The pianist was well aware that she had to go back to her place at some point, she could not simply keep Heeseung hostage forever just because she was too embarrassed to face her friends after throwing a tantrum and being mean for no reason. She knew that her friends would understand, they always did, but she would still have to apologize for getting mad and being as stubborn as ever.

A part of her actually wanted to be home as soon as possible to tell her friends about what she heard a few hours ago in front of the Lee’s house. It was honestly difficult to believe that it was not Seokmin who sang all this time, but his younger brother, and to think that she had been down horrendous about his voice to the point where she developed a crush… The mental image of her falling for the youngest of the siblings sent shivers down her spine, but like, in a bad way.

一Are you done staring at me like that? I feel like deer being exhibited in a zoo一 Heeseung said, bringing Y/N back to reality. His monotone voice and expressionless face were unfortunately back, making it hard to believe how this was the same person that had lifted up her mood just moments ago. What’s up with this guy?

一Out of all the animals you could’ve chosen from, why the deer?一 She tried to play cool by changing the subject 一With all the eyeliner you have going on there, a panda would have suited you better一. It was bold on her part to joke around like that, given they had barely sealed their friendship by following each other on Twitter, you know, like how people make friends in modern society, but Heeseung’s snort followed by a tight-lipped smile made it clear how he felt comfortable enough to drop the formalities between them.

一If you say so, miss “I can play La Campanella with my eyes closed but I never learnt how to properly tie my shoes”一 He mocked, receiving a loud gasp in response, but Y/N decided to take the compliment anyway. It was a rare occurrence to hear Heeseung say something nice about practically anything; not even his students were used to receiving good feedback, as the vocal coach focused more on pointing out their mistakes instead of their virtues, being this another reason to think of the Lee siblings as polar opposites. 一Anyway, are you planning to tell me why are we here?一.

Well, there was actually a reason for that, but the pianist could not just say “I need more evidence to prove it was you the one singing instead of your brother or I might go insane”, so she had to use her head for once. Guessing what Yeojin or Jay would do in this situation was a good mental exercise to execute a plan, given how the influencer had the ability to put the weirdest ideas into action, and her chef friend was a good strategist. Y/N lacked both skills though, so it was easier said than done, but at this point it was worth giving a shot. 一I’m mad at you, actually一 she somehow managed to keep a straight face.

Heeseung frowned and scanned her eyes as if looking for a clue of what could have happened this time. 一Is it because I stepped on your foot back then when you were teaching me how to use the pedals?一 he tried to guess. 一I already apologized for that!一 since when is singing the “sana, sana, colita de rana” song a valid apology?! 一Wait… don’t tell me you lost a toe…一

It took all in Y/N to hold her laugh, she even recited her failed love confession in an attempt to make her emotions seem genuine 一What kind of nonsense is that? My ten toes and I are fine, thank you very much一 she lowered her head and gazed at the piano tiles for dramatic effect 一I’m just a little annoyed because I took my time to research about the music you like, but after I found an excuse to show off, you said nothing!一.

If Y/N had raised her head, she would have faced a very incredulous Heeseung 一Wait, are you seriously sulking because of something so small? You really are the one of sensitive type, aren’t you?一. She crossed her arms and turned her head in the opposite direction where he was sitting, desperately praying in her head for him to take the bait. 一Fine… What can I do for you to stop acting like a preschooler who just got scolded for eating too much candy?一. Oh my God, Y/N first win?

She turned back to face him again, eyes gleaming in hope 一Sing the song for me一. The vocal coach blinked three, four times, stunned by the sudden request 一I can play the piano for you! Only the chorus, please?一 she batted her eyelashes the way Yeojin taught her, already placing her fingers on the corresponding tiles to start playing the song. Yes, her piano abilities were so refined that she could learn complex melodies and adapt them on the spot to fit the instrument. 一And don’t act all surprised, I know you can sing, how else could you be such a qualified vocal coach if you didn’t?一 she insisted.

一You sound like you waited your whole life to ask me to do this一 he let out a heavy sigh and nodded in acceptance, Y/N feared for a moment that her plan would go to waste, but it seems like fate was pitying her after all that she already went through during the day 一Fine, let’s do it your way一. Heeseung fixed his posture and cleared his throat, he then started a countdown to signal the pianist when to start.

Soon, the empty classroom was filled with the sound of the piano accompanied by a sweet, baritone voice that she knew too well, erasing any doubt left about who the owner of the voice she had fallen for all those weeks ago was.

“I want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way, still, I’d trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday”

一Y/N? Are you there?一 the girl was abruptly brought back to reality for the third time that day; she seriously had to do something to take care of her daydreaming tendencies as soon as possible. She had stopped playing the piano long ago, but Heeseung was so immersed into singing that he failed to notice the exact moment the music had ceased, he only realized when he felt her eyes staring intently at him.

一I’m sorry, I have to go一 She hurriedly gathered all her belongings and rushed outside, fast enough as to not give him time to react and try stopping her.

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[aquanova99]

Sana sana Colita de Rana

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Summary: Kebi knows just what to do when you don’t feel well.

A/N: if you get the title for this I love you so much 😂 I’m so sorry for lack of updates I can’t seem to finish any wips lately.

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You were starting to question whether waiting to turn you was a good idea. You and Kebi had agreed (well, mainly Kebi pushed) to let you remain human until you had lived a few more years. Had more human experiences. You only had a year to go really, but the down side of staying human is that you had to push through all the hard stuff.

All the stuff you couldn’t wait to never deal with again. Because on days like today when moving even an inch made you feel like throwing up…well you would take being a vampire any day. You knew Kebi would be in any second. You had managed to keep the groans muffled. But you knew how exceptional her hearing could be she would figure it out soon enough.

That and you hadn’t slept all night, your stomach cramping with the slightest move of your body. You knew you were too tense, you should try and not have your body curled and clenched. But every time you relaxed or adjusted a scream threatened to escape your throat. You checked your phone…dammit it was already ten in the morning. You never slept in. Kebi was going to break your door down any second.

“Y/n?” You heard her knock

“Yeah?” God even you could hear your voice sounded sick

“Is everything alright?” She was being nice, you both knew she could probably tell something was wrong. Still, may as well try and downplay it.

“I’m fine, just tired.”

Well. That did it. You door swung open,

“You know I do not appreciate being lied to.”

“Then why ask?” You grumbled as you pulled the blankets over your face. You clutched your stomach as another wave of nausea me pain ran through you. You felt Kebi at you side in an instant.

“My heart, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know.” Your body let out a whimper as your body aches returned. Chills running in and out of your body. You could feel Kebis hesitancy. Her instinct was to run Amun and call Carlisle. At the same time she wanted to fix you herself. She finally relented and out a hand in your head. You couldn’t help recoil, guilt immediately hitting you as you thought about how Kebi might feel.

“Y/n you’re burning up.”

“I’m freezing.” You felt a gust of air whoosh past your head twice. Kebi left and returned with blankets and a thick fleece hoodie.

“That stupid virus that’s been going around.” You heard her curse under her breath, “have you even been able to get any sleep?”

“Not really. “ you admitted, you had tried but it was broken sleep and you were exhausted. You moved as slow as possible to get the hoodie on. You tried to curl in again.

“My love, you need to relax your body it’s going to make it worse.”

“But if I relax it, it’s hurts more.”

“I know,” she said as she began running her hands through your hair. “I’ll be right back.”

Now that Kebi knew you let yourself release some of those screams from the body aches that continued to come in waves. Kebi came back in with a tray of food.

“Kebi, I love you but I don’t think I can’t eat anything right now.”

“Don’t worry it’s nothing heavy, I had Tia go out and hunt down a place to get some soup. And I have some white rice because you don’t like just liquid if you want it.”

“You know you could just turn me early. I’d stop being sick.”

“Don’t even go there we agreed to wait awhile to turn you. And we’ll be closer in physical age anyway.”

“You’re already centuries older than me.”

She rolled her eyes and handed you a roll, “the carbs should be more filling. These are your favorite, yes?”

You felt like tearing up the way Kebi had remembered all of the things you said in passing who knows how long ago. She was good at avoiding the subject. You both knew you wouldn’t be able to push out your date, the volturi already knew about you. You just didn’t know why she was so hesitant to change you sooner. Kebi gently propped you up and helped you eat what you could. Your temperature was slowly stabilizing. Kebi whisked everything away and came back before you could really register her absence. She sat next to you and you immediately decided to rest your head on her lap.

She gently put the back of her hand to your cheek. “Tsk, you’re still to warm. Maybe we should have called Carlisle. It’s been several years since any of us have studied modern medicine.”

“Kebi, I‘ll be fine. Just stay with me for a while.”

“You better be. I don’t want this to be an excuse just so I can turn you earlier.”

“Well now I kinda hope I get worse.”

You heard her sigh as she began to run one of her hands down your hair. The other rested on your forehead, probably an attempt to actually lower your body temperature. You felt your eyelids getting heavy, drooping as sleep was finally setting in.

“You are a stubborn human you know that?”

“Mmm you love me” you could barely respond, her touch was making you sleepier and sleepier as she leaned over to press a kiss on your temple

“That I do my heart, more than you’ll ever know.”

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[moonchild0903]

Hi! Sorry to ask you, but I'm wondering what other language you speak? I know it says that you're Latina in your bio, but I don't want to assume what other language you use for your tags... 😅😅😅 Sometimes I can kinda read them, and I'm wondering if my spanish has gotten worse or if it's a dialect/sister language kinda thing. Feel free to ignore this if you don't want to answer!!!! I hope you have a nice day

Oh, hi! There's no need to apologize, don't worry. I only use English and Spanish in my tags, but I'm Peruvian and we usually use slang that sometimes not even other Spanish speaking countries understand. I don't think it's considered a different dialect though (however I'm not sure). Tbh that happens all over Latin America. For example, the other day I watched a Chilean TV sketch and I understood only half of what they were saying, even though they were speaking in Spanish. Their slang is...a whole new level.

As an extra note, if you learned Spain Spanish then that's quite different from Latin American Spanish and it'd be normal for you to get a little confused.

And omg I've just remembered: «Sana sana colita de rana, si no sanas hoy sanarás mañana» is a rhyme(?) usually told to kids (not necessarily) when they are sick or hurt or something like that. If I'm not mistaken, I put that rhyme in one post I reblogged from you and I apologize if that made you doubt your Spanish speaking abilities. Sometimes I forget non-native Spanish speakers don't know about it and get super confused as to why the hell we suddenly start singing about the frog's ass.

(I don't know if you wanted me to answer this privately or not but I'm deeply sorry. I don't know how Tumblr app ask system works yet. I live in shame.)

Have a nice day too!

[fcntasmas-archive]

am reading "ripples all the way down" and when i got to the sana, sana, colita de rana part it made me smile lol. i'm brazilian but grew up in the US and we had these family friends over all the time who were mexican and only spoke spanish to me, my sisters, and my cousins growing up and they would sing that all the time! it was such a cute and like real little detail i loved it

AHHH this is actually so sweet omg i love that??? i love that different aspects of latine cultures can like. find each other and make such a sweet impact it’s so nice to hear thank you for sharing this with me ❤️❤️❤️