#Paras Square

[ball-jointed-cadaver]

"such a handsome man"

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Details of pics I've taken: Altamira 👁️👁️ pt. 10

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ARMYs reunidos en Time Square para la presentación de JungKook en un ratito. Al parecer todo indica que es el evento sorpresa del comunicado de ayer army lo ha confirmado viendo al team jungkook llegara al lugar. Hay un escenario que se encuentra sobre las icónicas pantallas

(Nada que ver pero se vio a Steve Aoki pasar por ahí XD) (esperamos si sea)

Según el personal del evento, la presentación de Jungkook en Times Square será a las 7:30 a.m. KST...

Jueves, 09 de Noviembre 04:30 PM

[edsonjnovaes]

Museum of Bad Art

O Moba (Museum of Bad Art, ou Museu da Arte Ruim) foi criado quando o vendedor de antiguidades Scott Wilson encontrou, em uma lixeira da cidade, a pintura do retrato de uma senhora de vestido azul, em 1994, localizado na região metropolitana de Boston, nos EUA, abriga o único museu do mundo dedicado a exibir obras de arte que jamais estariam nas casas tradicionais de exposição. Letícia Mori –…

[fairytsuk1]

Cold heartily believe that quackity will be the sweetest dad ever…however when he needs to he’ll will yell but not scary yell like that one scene in rio where Rafael yells “stop shaking him he's not a maraca.” To his kid

dad!alex headcanons <3

i definitely agree SO much, he's the sweetest dad but he isn't afraid to maintain his place as not letting shit slide. he is very much tuned into you and the kids, coming up to hug you from behind as your daughter, itzel, happily eats cereal, "ya, debes limpiar tu tazón. ¿me oyes?"

"siii, papa," she says, grinning at him with her eyes scrunching. "¡quiero jugar Minecraft contigo después de escuela!"

you smile at her, sliding over some fresh fruit. it's domestic and sweet. alex can't help but watch how your daughter wipes her hair out of her face so messily that he swears he's seeing his reflection in the mirror. he squeezes you tighter, "por supuesto, bajita."

while alex can be so absolutely sweet, he doesn't tolerate bullshit, like I said. maybe it's getting late, alex is sleepy and cleaning up while you handle bath time. it's quiet. it's... serene, too serene. alex hears you sigh, and your daughter whines. ah, there it is. by the time he's made his way over, it's already escalated into a full-blown tantrum.

your husband looks over at you, and you just look so worn. itzel is huffing, not wanting the pajamas you'd selected, and you're trying so hard to be patient, "do you want a few minutes to calm down?"

"no! i want my duck jammies," she whines, fighting your arms as you try to wrap her in a comforting embrace. "you're so stupid!"

"hey! itzel," he immediately squats down and squares her shoulders. "mírame, toma una respira. no, no te vayas, te vas a pararse aquí y tomar un minuto para relajarte."

itzel sniffles with her mouth opening in protest; alex only has to look at her as he crosses his arms before she quiets down. itzel takes shaky breaths, and her eyes guiltily flit back from you to him.

"tu mama te ama muchisimo, mija. this behavior is unacceptable. your pajamas are dirty right now, so you're wearing your nightie. there's nothing we can do," he says simply.

itzel starts to calm down bit by bit, "no quiero oír un insulto hablado a tu mamá ningún otra vez. ella es tu mamá, es importante a ti, es importante a mí."

he nods his head over to you, and itzel's face is wracked with shame. her tears well again as she turns guiltily, rushing into your arms, "mama..."

your eyes meet his, and alex only shrugs with a soft smile, inching closer to hug all of you. though his hand lingers on your waist and squeezes. alex kisses you unashamedly, which makes itzel giggle: "te amo mamá, y papá también!"

it makes your heart sing as you kiss her forehead, "I love you both too."

"mhm. and she's right, i especially love you," alex whispers into your ear.

your family may be small, and it may come with challenges, but he's never not there to remind you that he's with you. and that means through anything, he's got your back.

[maddgical-boy]

maladaptive/immersive daydreaming ask game! (*¯︶¯*).｡o○O☁️

send in a number (or multiple) and if you feel like it, an accompanying paracosm/para!

(apologies for how wordy these are. i am not a man known for my brevity)

reblog and have fun with these! (and if you reblog this or send me an ask, i'll send you one too)

how long have you been daydreaming for? (bonus if you can remember: what was your first daydream scenario/paracosm?)

if your paracosm had a popular fandom, what do you think it'd be like?

do you have any paracosms that aren't huge, but that you fall back on when The Time Is Right™️?

WOULD YOU RATHER: have your daydreams projected onto a screen attached to your head at all times OR be entirely unable to daydream ever again for the rest of your life?

what para of yours is most like you? self inserts and paraselves don't count!

how did you come up with your paras' names? did they come to you randomly or did you spend hours researching name websites?

imagine your paras have at least a basic knowledge of driving (or even just like, cars). can they parallel park? (bonus points if you explain it like in this post)

do you do extensive worldbuilding for your paracosms? if you do, what are some of your favorite elements?

if your paras found out you were their creator, how would they react?

if you have a self insert/paraself, how similar are they to you?

is there any time of the day where you can't/don't daydream?

are your daydreams linear and structured, or do you jump all over the place?

what's a song you've been daydreaming to lately, and what's your favorite moment in said daydream?

do your paras age with you, or are their ages static? does it feel weird to be older than a para you were previously the same age as?

if you had the opportunity to leave this world and live in your paracosm forever, would you? why or why not?

(if you have multiple) which paracosm of yours is most grounded in reality? which is most fantastical?

make one of those "[blank] spoilers without context" memes for your paracosms. then explain it (or don't :))

who is your second favorite para, and why aren't they your favorite?

what would your paras' typing styles be like? do they use lots of emojis? sign off each text like a letter? type with lots of weird spaces and ellipses?

do you move a lot when daydreaming, and if so, in what ways?

have you ever wanted to make a piece of media of your paracosm (comic, animation, visual novel, novel, tv show, etc.)? what are elements that would be apart of it?

when you actively want to start daydreaming, what is your mind's process? do you tune back in like it's a tv show? flip through imaginary files? let it come naturally?

do you ever daydream about yourself (not a self insert, just you)?

do you have any two paras that are polar opposites to one another? (they don't even have to exist in the same universe, just in general)

what para would you absolutely hate in real life?

FREEBIE! drop some long-winded lore or some memes or whatever you want ^▽^

when you experience a daydream block or crash, what are things you do to try and fix it? (or ways you cope. lmao i get it)

for fictparacosms, do your daydreams affect how you perceive the media and/or the fandom?

if you ever write down things about your daydreams (truly anything at all — notes, dialogues, descriptions, etc), share a random snippet with no context.

if your paras had madd/daydreamed immersively, what would they daydream about?

for any pairings (romantic, platonic, familial, whatever), what is the dynamic between your paras like?

if you could make a bingo of common elements of your daydreams (paracosm-specific or not), what would be on some of the squares?

if you have tried to make your paras in character makers (picrew, meiker, etc), what is an aspect of your para that these makers never/rarely have?

are your daydreams clear in your mind's eye?

if you have multiple paracosms, what would it be like if they had a crossover?

[efeceojota]

El vídeo restaurado de Grecia en el año 375 a.C. da un ambiente especial. En sus libros, Jenofonte, el historiador y filósofo griego, habla sobre el ajetreo y las actividades diarias en el ágora (la plaza central y el mercado de las ciudades griegas). Estos lugares no sólo eran el centro de compra y venta de bienes, sino que también se consideraban un espacio para el intercambio de ideas y la celebración de reuniones públicas. The restored video from Greece in 375 BC gives a special atmosphere. In his books, Xenophon, the Greek historian and philosopher, talks about the hustle and bustle of daily activities in the agora (the central square and market place of Greek cities). These places were not only the centre of buying and selling goods, but were also considered a space for the exchange of ideas and holding public meetings.

[mariacallous]

Usually held in the two weeks after the Olympic Games in the same host city, the Paralympics showcase the best athletes with physical disabilities from around the world competing for their home countries. (The Paralympics are not to be confused with the Special Olympics, which feature athletes with intellectual disabilities.) This year, the Summer Paralympics will take place from August 28 to September 8 in Paris, France.

Quick history lesson: The origins of the Paralympics began shortly after World War II, during the 1948 London Olympics, where 16 wheelchair-using veterans participated. The first official Paralympic Games took place in Rome in 1960 and featured 400 athletes from 23 countries. Since then, the Games have taken place every four years and now feature 4,400 athletes in 22 sports (the Olympics have 32), with 549 gold medals up for grabs.

There are athletes competing from 177 countries (this year’s Olympics had athletes from 184 countries), including 10 countries that have never been represented in the Paralympic Games before, along with representation from the Neutral and Refugee teams. In case you missed it, at the last Paralympics in Tokyo, China earned the most medals, with Great Britain behind it and the US in third.

Since the 1988 Summer Games and the 1992 Winter Games, the Olympic and Paralympic Games have been held in the same cities and venues. Although Paralympians still strive for equal treatment as Olympic athletes without disabilities, there is a large gap in funding between the Olympics and Paralympics.

Where to Watch

This year’s Games will make history as the first Paralympic Games to offer live coverage of every one of the 22 sports played. Like the Olympics, every event at the Paralympics will be available to stream on Peacock if you’re in the US.

If you prefer going old school and watching on basic cable, a select number of events will be airing on the NBC channels NBC, CNBC, and USA Network, along with E!, Golf Channel, and Telemundo, which offers coverage in Spanish. In an effort to make the Games more accessible, closed captioning will be available for every Paralympic event (regardless of the platform). You can also watch highlights and athlete interviews on Paralympic.org.

In the UK, Channel 4 has more than 1,300 hours of live coverage scheduled. Folks can also watch through their streaming service or Channel 4 Sport’s YouTube channel, which will show the entirety of the Games for the first time. BBC, BBC Radio 5 Live, and the BBC Sport website will also air highlights and select coverage. The Paralympics website also has a complete list of where to watch by country.

Opening Ceremony

The Opening Ceremony will begin August 28 at 8 pm Paris time, 7 pm BST, 2 pm EDT, and 11 am PDT. Similar to the Olympics opening ceremony, the Paralympics opening ceremony will be held outside of a stadium at one of the major squares in Paris, Place de la Concorde, and the iconic avenue Champs-Élysées will be transformed into the opening ceremony stage.

The competition starts the following day, on August 29, at 11 am EDT (8 am PDT). Like with the Paris Olympics, the start times will be similarly early and continue throughout the day. The specific timing of some of the events might change, so check the schedule of events on the Olympics' Paralympics schedule webpage.

Blind Football (Soccer)

Blind football is an adaptation of football (or soccer, if you’re American) for athletes with vision impairment played with an audible ball. This men’s competition starts early on September 1 and continues on September 2, 3 and 5, with the gold medal match on Saturday, September 7.

Boccia

Boccia is one of only two sports with no Olympic equivalent. It was originally created for athletes in wheelchairs who have impaired motor function or coordination. To win, each team must get the most balls closest to the white ball called the jack, with athletes allowed to make modifications according to their needs. Men’s and women’s individual games start August 29 and go through September 1, with the gold medal individual matches on September 1 and 2. Mixed pairs and teams start September 3, with gold mixed pairs and teams matches on September 5.

Goalball

The other sport of the Paralympic Games without an Olympic equivalent, goalball is a team sport for the visually impaired and blind, in which players wear special black eye-covering-type glasses so they fully can’t see and are thus more equitable (and honestly, look cool as hell). If there’s anything that the Olympic Games have taught us, it’s that the people go crazy for some out-of-the-norm eyewear. The audience needs to stay as quiet as possible because the ball has bells inside. Thus, the athletes have to rely solely on sound, while they use their whole body to try to block the ball from making it inside the goal. (Lets see Neymar try to do that.) Men’s and women’s games start August 29 with the gold medal games for both on September 5.

Para Archery

The first game played at the early iteration of the Paralympics in 1948, para archery now has men and women’s individual and mixed teams, with wheelchair or standing, and with recurve and compound bows used. Men’s and women’s individual events begin August 29 and continue through September 5, with gold medal matches in individual, teams and with different bows across multiple days.

Para Athletics

One of the most beloved sports in the Paralympics is para athletics, which has been a popular fixture in the games since the inaugural Rome Games in 1960. Today, it spans a wide range of track, jumping, and throwing events, as well as marathons. Because of the wide range of men’s and women’s events, competition begins on August 30 and happens daily with gold medal matches until the Games end on September 8. Check the full para athletics schedule for more specific events’ times.

Para Badminton

Para badminton debuted at Tokyo 2020, although it has been hugely popular for decades. Like badminton, players compete as singles and pairs, as well as standing and in wheelchairs. Group play begins on August 29, with men’s, women’s, and mixed doubles beginning August 31. Gold medal matches take place September 1 and 2.

Para Canoe

The Paralympic Canoe competition features two types of boats: the kayak and va’a (traditionally used in Oceania for travel between islands). Para canoes are basically the same as those used in the Olympic Games, but just have a wider bottom for greater stability. The races begin September 6 with gold medal games on September 7 and 8.

Para Road Cycling

Throughout the years, like many other events, Paralympic cycling has grown to adapt to many disabilities, and uses standard bicycles, handcycles, tricycles, and tandems. In road cycling, there are road races, time trials, and relay events. Both the men and women’s individual and relay events and gold medal races take place daily September 4 through 7.

Para Track Cycling

Para  track cycling is similar to road cycling but takes place on a velodrome track (as the name suggests). Competition is divided into time trials, individual, and tandem or team sprints, using standard bicycles and tandems (all of which can be adapted for the specific athlete). The various track cycling events and gold medal races take place simultaneously August 29 to September 1.

Para Equestrian

Unlike the three equestrian events at the Olympic Games, the Paralympic equestrian program only includes the dressage competition. Para dressage essentially focuses on how well the rider and horse gel, with riders judged on their riding and performance with the horse. All the events are individual mixed, and each competition has gold medal rounds, taking place August 3, 4, 6 and 7.

Para Judo

Para judo is one of two martial arts competitions at the Games. The Paralympics judo follows the same rules as its Olympic equivalent, except it’s practiced exclusively by athletes with vision impairments—and is way more badass, in my humble opinion. (I think I’m allowed to make that assertion since I’m also disabled, don’t come for me.) With the athletes unable to see their opponent, they must use their sense of touch and careful listening—including slight differences in breathing and movement—to sense what their rival may do next. Men’s and women’s matches take place September 5, 6, and 7 and have gold medal matches at the end of each day.

Para Powerlifting

Para powerlifting is a men’s and women’s bench press competition that tests upper body strength where the athletes compete in different weight categories. All of the events are individual and there are gold medal rounds for each competition (which varies by gender and weight class) taking place September 4 to 8.

Para Rowing

A relatively new sport, rowing debuted at the Paralympic Games in 2008. Now, there are five rowing events, including three mixed events. Para rowing rules are nearly identical to those at the Olympics and rowers are eligible for different events according to their gender and impairment categories. The races begin across all categories on August 30, continue to August 31, with final gold medal rounds on September 1.

Para Swimming

Para swimming has remained one of the most enduring sports in the Paralympics since its debut at the Rome Games in 1960. Its popularity is due in part because athletes with all kinds of physical and mental disabilities can participate and doesn’t require any specific equipment. (Prosthetics aren’t allowed either.) Featuring different swims at different distances, athletes compete in breaststroke, backstroke, butterfly, freestyle, and medley. As one of the most popular sports, there are men’s, women’s, and mixed events virtually nonstop with gold medal races near the end of every day, August 29 until September 7.

Para Table Tennis

One of the OG Paralympian games, table tennis actually has a longer history in the Paralympic Games than its Olympic counterpart. When it began, it was only open to wheelchair users, although today athletes are placed into 11 different classes based on their physical and intellectual impairments. Men’s and women’s doubles, singles and mixed games take place August 29 to September 7, with gold medal games every day except September 2.

Para Taekwondo

Para taekwondo is a new competition that made its Paralympic debut at the Tokyo Games. Focused on athletes with upper limb impairments, they are split into two sports classes and divided into weight categories. Men and women compete August 29 to 31, with gold medal matches at the end of each day.

Para Triathlon

A relatively new sport introduced at the 2016 Rio Games, the para triathlon is held over the “sprint” distance, which is half the Olympic distance for individual competitions, where athletes swim 750 meters, cycle 20 kilometers, and run 5 kilometers. The competition is divided by men’s and women’s, with medals being awarded for each race September 1 and 2.

Shooting Para Sport

Shooters compete in rifle and pistol events from distances of 10-meter, 25-meter, and 50-meter in men’s, women’s, and mixed fields. Depending on needs, athletes compete in a kneeling position, prone, or standing (or in a wheelchair or shooting seat). The games take place August 30 to September 5, with medals awarded each day.

Sitting Volleyball

Sitting volleyball is pretty much the exact same as the volleyball we know and love, except as the name suggests, is a sitting variation of the sport. It’s played by two teams of six players who move around the court using the power of their arms, along with a lowered net that’s 3 feet high. The games start on August 29 and continue until the men’s gold medal game on September 6 and the women’s on September 7.

Wheelchair Basketball

Originally used for rehabilitation and exercise for World War II veterans—wheelchair basketball is quintessential Paralympics. Now, it’s one of the most popular and beloved sports for wheelchair users around the world. Games start August 29 and go until the men’s gold medal match September 7, with the women’s September 8.

Wheelchair Fencing

What’s more badass than fencing? Wheelchair fencing. In this sport that requires discipline (and ability to not flinch when a sword is coming at you), athletes compete in a special wheelchair frame designed for the sport which is fastened to the floor—meaning the fencers cannot move and are always close to their opponent. Just like the Olympic equivalent, wheelchair fencing consists of three disciplines: foil, épée, and saber. The men’s and women’s matches take place September 3 to 7, with gold medal rounds at the end of every day.

Wheelchair Rugby

Wheelchair rugby is a four-person team sport played in specially designed wheelchairs. It combines elements of rugby, basketball, and handball, with players using a round ball. Because it’s such an aggressive sport, it’s often referred to as “murderball.” Need I say more? You’re gonna wanna watch this one. Mixed games start August 29, with the gold medal games September 2.

Wheelchair Tennis

Wheelchair tennis pretty much follows the same rules of able-bodied tennis, except here the ball can bounce twice before the player hits it back. Athletes are divided into open and quad classes, along with men’s, women’s, singles, and doubles. Games start August 30, with gold medal matches September 4 to 7.

[patrycarro]

Sul Sul!

Looking for new houses for your Sims? Want to refresh the world you're playing in with some new community lots? Or perhaps you'd like to add a few apartments to your city for your more cosmopolitan Sims? If you answered yes to any of these, keep reading.

ENG:

Most of my content consists of builds for The Sims 3 (it’s what I enjoy the most in the game), but before you dive in, here are a few things to keep in mind:

I don’t use CC in 99% of my builds, although I occasionally use mods to enhance gameplay or the atmosphere of the lot.

I have version 1.69 of the game and all the expansions installed. However, I rarely use all of them in a single build. In fact, I usually challenge myself to use as few as possible, which makes the process more fun and engaging.

My builds are exclusively available for download on my Patreon. After 15 days of early access, they become—and will always remain—free for everyone. If you like my work and are able to support me, it’s always greatly appreciated.

I create builds of all kinds, sizes, styles, and colors, so chances are you’ll find something that suits your taste.

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La mayor parte de mi contenido son construcciones de Los Sims 3 (es lo que más me gusta hacer en el juego), pero antes de adentrarte en él deberías tener en cuenta que:

No utilizo CC en el 99% de mis creaciones, pero sí algún mod de vez en cuando para mejorar la jugabilidad o el ambiente del solar.

Tengo la versión 1.69 del juego y todas las expansiones instaladas. Sin embargo, rara vez las utilizo todas en una sola construcción; de hecho, suelo intentar usar la menor cantidad posible porque representa un desafío y lo hace más divertido.

Mis construcciones solo están disponibles para descargar en mi Patreon y, tras 15 días de acceso anticipado, son y siempre serán accesibles para todo el mundo de forma gratuita. Aun así, si te gusta lo que hago y te lo puedes permitir, siempre agradeceré tu apoyo.

Hago construcciones de todo tipo, tamaño, estilo y color, por lo que es muy probable que alguna de ellas encaje con tus preferencias.

Buscar por tipo:

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[simscici]

Previous / Next Beginning (Gen 8)

Image transcripts (PT & ENG):

Touma ficou paralisado, a realidade do que acabara de dizer o atingindo como um raio. Ele não pretendia expor aquela verdade de forma tão brusca.

Touma: Callie, eu…

Callie: Então… você sabia? E nunca pensou em me contar?

Touma: E quando você pretendia me contar sobre a clamídia?

Callie: Como… Você soube?

Touma: Eu conversei com a médica depois do seu aborto e… É realmente importante agora?

Callie: Touma, eu não sei o que você deve está pensando agora, mas-

Touma: Sinceramente, eu não estou pensando em nada e não quero saber nada.

Sem dizer uma palavra, Callie se levantou e olhava para algum canto fixo. Touma tentou tocá-la, mas Callie se encolheu com isso. Parecia que eles tinham voltado a estaca zero novamente, o abismo que tinha se fechado voltou a se abrir novamente.

Touma: Eu escondi sobre sua infertilidade porque você estava num momento frágil e eu queria ter certeza que estaria totalmente recuperada para que eu pudesse contar.

Callie: Eu realmente iria gostar de saber disso antes de criar falsar esperanças com tudo…

Touma: Você lembra do seu estado antes? Você não iria aguentar uma notícia dessa, não ia!

Touma: Podemos conversar? Olha pra mim.

Callie: Você me escondeu algo muito importante…

Touma: Você também…

Callie: Ótimo, agora a responsabilidade é toda minha…

Touma: Eu não disse isso, é só que… Eu venho tentando, sabe? Eu te amo e dei tudo de mim para te apoiar e tentarmos voltar a normalidade, mas nunca é o suficiente… Até as ações que julguei fazer pelo seu bem, não parecem certas e o suficiente; eu não sei mais o que fazer.

Touma esperou que Callie falasse alguma coisa, mas nada saiu de sua boca. Ao invés disso ela apenas murmurou que precisava ficar sozinha e subiu para o quarto, trancando a porta em seguida.

Touma stood frozen, the reality of what he had just said hitting him like a bolt of lightning. He hadn’t meant to expose that truth so harshly.

Touma: Callie, I...

Callie: So... you knew? And you never thought to tell me?

Touma: And when were you planning to tell me about the chlamydia?

Callie: How... How did you find out?

Touma: I talked to the doctor after your miscarriage and... Is it really important right now?

Callie: Touma, I don’t know what you must be thinking right now, but—

Touma: Honestly, I’m not thinking about anything, and I don’t want to know anything.

Without saying a word, Callie stood up, her gaze fixed on some distant point. Touma tried to reach out to her, but Callie flinched at his touch. It felt like they had gone back to square one again, the rift that had closed between them reopening once more.

Touma: I hid your infertility because you were in a fragile state, and I wanted to make sure you were fully recovered before I told you.

Callie: I really would have liked to know that before getting my hopes up with all of this...

Touma: Do you remember how you were before? You wouldn’t have been able to handle that news, you wouldn’t!

Touma: Can we talk? Look at me.

Callie: You hid something really important from me...

Touma: You did too...

Callie: Great, now it’s all my fault...

Touma: I didn’t say that, it’s just that... I’ve been trying, you know? I love you, and I gave everything I had to support you and help us get back to normal, but it’s never enough... Even the things I thought I was doing for your own good, they don’t seem right or enough anymore; I don’t know what to do anymore.

Touma waited, hoping Callie would say something, but nothing came from her lips. Instead, she simply murmured that she needed to be alone and then went upstairs to her room, locking the door behind her.

[xcallmevia]

Sapatos, Mirantes e Nova York

Isso aqui é um grande desabafo sobre a minha enorme obsessão por Nova York e Dominic Sessa <3

Avisos: Não tem aviso nenhum, apenas Dominic sendo um grande romântico fazendo a leitora ficar boiolinha por ele.

Você e Dom se conheceram em uma festa aleatória onde os dois passaram a noite toda conversando, salvaram o número de telefone um do outro e depois de muitas mensagens trocadas decidiram ter um primeiro encontro de verdade.

Se encontraram na frente do restaurante, trocando um abraço e sorrisos tímidos.

— Já veio aqui antes? — Dominic perguntou, enquanto segurava a porta para você entrar.

— Não, é a minha primeira vez. Ainda estou descobrindo Nova York — você respondeu, rindo. — Só explorei uma lanchonete de cachorro-quente perto de casa até agora.

Vocês riram juntos e seguiram para a mesa. O restaurante era aconchegante, com luz suave e um toque parisiense. Apesar do ambiente elegante, a conversa fluiu fácil.

Dominic contava histórias engraçadas enquanto os pratos chegavam, e você se pegava rindo mais do que imaginava. Ele tinha uma maneira leve de deixar tudo descontraído, como se não fosse o primeiro encontro.

No final, Dominic fez questão de ser o cavalheiro em cada detalhe.

— Vamos? Quero te mostrar um lugar — disse ele, com um sorriso misterioso.

Vocês saíram do restaurante e começaram a andar pelas ruas da cidade que nunca dorme. As luzes brilhantes da Times Square iluminavam o caminho, e o som da cidade envolvia vocês em uma sinfonia vibrante de risos, conversas e música.

— Eu quero que você veja um dos meus lugares favoritos — disse Dominic, guiando-a pela calçada.

Depois de alguns minutos de caminhada, vocês chegaram a um elevador que os levaria a um mirante. Dominic segurou sua mão enquanto subiam.

Ao chegarem ao topo, a vista de Nova York era deslumbrante. As luzes da cidade brilhavam como estrelas, e você ficou sem palavras diante da beleza do cenário.

— Uau, é incrível! — você exclamou, admirando a paisagem.

Dominic sorriu, satisfeito ao ver sua reação.

— Sempre venho aqui para pensar e relaxar. Este lugar me faz sentir pequeno, mas também parte de algo muito grande — disse ele, olhando para a cidade.

Ele se virou para você, com um olhar atento.

— Eu sei que você é tímida e não fala muito, então achei que era meu trabalho te fazer se soltar. E ver você rindo das minhas histórias me deixou mais confiante.

Você sorriu, tocada pela sinceridade dele.

— Eu realmente aprecio isso. Eu me sinto mais à vontade quando estou com você.

Dominic se aproximou.

— Fico feliz em ouvir isso, e é muito bom ver seu sorriso.

Dominic parou por um momento, com medo de dar um passo a mais. Ele não sabia como você reagiria, devido à sua timidez, mas tinha certeza de que você gostava dele. E, por dentro, ele sentia uma vontade imensa de gritar para a cidade inteira o quanto gostava de você.

A brisa suave da noite passou por vocês, e o silêncio que se seguiu parecia carregar uma tensão suave e empolgante. Ele se virou para você, os olhos procurando os seus, e deu um pequeno passo mais perto, hesitando por um segundo.

— Eu… — ele começou, a voz saindo mais suave do que ele esperava.

Você olhou para ele, o coração disparado, como se o mundo ao redor tivesse parado. Era como se tudo naquele momento convergisse para uma única pergunta não dita.

Então, Dominic decidiu arriscar. Lentamente, ele se inclinou, os lábios se aproximando dos seus, dando espaço para que você também decidisse.

Seu coração batia forte, mas você não recuou. Seus olhos se fecharam instintivamente quando os lábios dele finalmente tocaram os seus. O beijo foi suave, mas cheio de vontade.

A cidade ao redor parecia desaparecer, e tudo o que restava era você e ele. Dominic segurou seu rosto delicadamente, como se quisesse prolongar aquela sensação. Quando vocês se afastaram, os olhares se encontraram de novo, e um sorriso tímido surgiu em seus lábios.

— Eu queria fazer isso desde o momento em que te vi naquela festa — ele sussurrou, ainda sem afastar os dedos do seu rosto.

Você sorriu, sentindo as bochechas corarem de leve.

Dominic continuou: — Eu vi o tempo passar mais devagar quando você passou por mim naquele dia. Acho que tudo em mim funciona como os planetas, e você é o sol. Tudo em mim gira ao seu redor desde aquele momento.

Vocês passaram muito tempo naquele mirante, conversando e se beijando, até que finalmente precisaram se despedir. Claro, Dominic não te deixaria ir embora sozinha.

— Eu posso te acompanhar, é sério — disse ele.

— Não precisa, Dom. Minha casa fica a apenas sete minutos daqui, andando — você respondeu, tentando tranquilizá-lo.

— Você não tem opção. Eu não vou conseguir dormir bem sabendo que não cumpri meu papel de cavalheiro esta noite — ele retrucou, sorrindo.

— Tudo bem, Dominic. Você sabe que venceu.

Ele riu, satisfeito, e você ofereceu um dos braços para ele segurar. Vocês caminharam tranquilamente até que, quase no meio do caminho, seus sapatos começaram a incomodar, e Dominic logo percebeu.

— Está machucando? — ele perguntou, parando e apontando para seus pés.

— Não muito — você mentiu. — Eles são novos, o material ainda está duro, e meus pés ainda não se acostumaram.

— Me dá aqui — Dom fez um gesto, pedindo os sapatos.

— Sério, Dom, não precisa.

— Você não vai se arrastar até sua casa assim. Daqui a pouco seus pés vão estar sangrando.

Relutante, você assentiu, e Dominic se abaixou para tirar os sapatos dos seus pés.

— Sobe aqui — ele disse, agachando e batendo nos próprios ombros, sinalizando para você subir.

— Se eu negar, você vai me convencer a fazer de qualquer jeito, então...

Com um sorriso, você passou os braços pelo pescoço dele. Dominic deu um leve impulso para segurar suas pernas na altura da cintura.

— Estamos parecendo dois malucos — você murmurou, escondendo o rosto na curva do pescoço dele.

Ele riu, te carregando com facilidade pelas ruas de Nova York, e naquele momento, o mundo parecia bem menor, só existindo vocês dois.

Dom era bem mais alto que você, magro, mas surpreendentemente forte. Ele te carregou com facilidade até a entrada do seu prédio, você apoiada em suas costas e seus sapatos nas mãos dele.

Você pensou que aquilo era a coisa mais romântica que alguém já havia feito por você, e suas bochechas continuavam a esquentar. Era como se tivesse ganhado na loteria.

— Bem, eu fico aqui — você disse, ao chegarem na entrada do seu prédio.

Dominic te colocou no chão com cuidado, entregando os sapatos de volta. Vocês ficaram ali, parados por um momento, a noite fresca e silenciosa envolvendo a despedida.

— Sabe, eu não estava esperando que a noite fosse tão boa assim — Dominic começou, com um sorriso sincero no rosto. — Não sei se foi o jantar, as histórias, ou talvez tenha sido você... mas eu acho que isso foi um dos melhores momentos da minha vida.

Você sentiu as bochechas esquentarem ainda mais, e tentou controlar o sorriso que escapava.

— Eu também gostei, Dom. Confesso que fiquei nervosa no começo, mas você me deixou tão à vontade... Foi mais fácil do que eu imaginava.

— Eu estava nervoso também — ele admitiu, soltando uma risada leve. — Passei a noite toda pensando em como te impressionar, mas no final, acho que só queria te ver sorrir.

Vocês ficaram em silêncio por um momento, trocando olhares carregados de significado. Dominic deu um passo mais perto, olhando nos seus olhos com uma mistura de carinho e hesitação.

— Eu não quero que isso seja só mais uma noite — ele disse suavemente, a voz baixa, mas cheia de emoção. — Quero te ver de novo. Quero mais momentos assim... com você.

Seu coração disparou com aquelas palavras, e você mal conseguia disfarçar a felicidade.

— Eu também quero, Dom. Eu quero muito.

Ele sorriu, aliviado, e antes de você perceber, estava mais perto. Não houve hesitação dessa vez. O beijo foi suave, cheio de vontades reprimidas , e quando vocês se afastaram, os olhos escuros de Dominic ainda brilhavam sob a luz da rua.

— Então... a gente se vê logo? — ele perguntou, com aquele sorriso que já começava a se tornar seu favorito.

— Com certeza — você respondeu, sentindo-se mais leve, a noite foi perfeita.

Dominic deu um passo para trás, relutante em ir embora, mas sabia que precisava. Ele acenou levemente, se afastando devagar, mas olhando para você uma última vez antes de desaparecer na esquina.

E enquanto você entrava no prédio, ainda sentindo o calor de Dom em seu corpo, sabia que aquilo era só o começo do mundinho de você.

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do the CF!AU kids like music? 🎵 🎶 can any of them play an instrument?

They do! I wouldn’t say music is an especially big part of their lives, but their youth was definitely filled with it, listening to songs and dramas on the radio, catching parents or neighbors humming over dinner, or seeing the rare live performance in the village square. And, much like their choice in food, their music tastes are pretty varied, sometimes clashing, sometimes overlapping.

Para Dee honestly couldn’t tell you if he likes one particular genre over another, content to listen to whatever is playing as long as it isn’t too loud or grating. In his own time, he seems to enjoy more folksy tunes, acoustic covers, lo-fi beats, or anything with gentle piano… that said, if given the option, he might actually prefer some natural ambiance or even white noise instead, as these help him concentrate better when he’s working or studying. Can’t have a lot of distractions when doing rocket science, y’know (though try telling that to a house full of noisy siblings). Later in life, he gains an appreciation for bluesy and jazzier music through Meta, though he can’t say the same for the heavier or high-energy recommendations he gets from Dedede or Bow.

As much as he passively enjoys music (and actually taught himself to read notation on a whim once), he doesn’t really have a knack for making it himself. One year, when a few guest instructors came to visit the village, he and most of the neighborhood kids got the opportunity to learn an instrument of their choosing. Para tried out a bunch of different options - recorder, piano, trumpet, harp, even the triangle - but quickly found that none of them were really for him. It was a little disappointing, seeing all the fun his buddies seemed to be having… but he’s never minded appreciating things from afar, content to feel the vicarious happiness of others enjoying something he might otherwise not. Perhaps that’s why he feels only fondness when - in the future - his oldest son is the first to start singing…

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Bow Dee’s tastes land somewhere on the opposite end of the spectrum from her mild-mannered buddy. Thanks to her mothers’ rather extensive collection of old records (and the occasional eavesdrop on her more musically-inclined older brother), she’s been exposed to a lot of different music - everything from hip-hop to punk rock to bubblegum pop to breakcore to disco - with her favorites being anything fast-paced, electronic, and danceable. She’s not as into rock or metal as Dedede is but has found a few good songs through his recommendations. She finds classical music monotonous and boring, much to Para and Meta’s disappointment. Her interest in jazz or swing depends on the BPM.

Like Para, Bow does not have a single musical bone in her little body (despite how much it absolutely loves to dance). When given the choice of instrument to try, she immediately picked drums, though more to create some chaotic noise and violence rather than music, and even then, her interest didn’t last longer than the first day.

They did get into turntables for a while during their time overstars with Meta, having seen many an interstellar club scene by that point and feeling a spark of inspiration they’d never had with other creative pursuits (something nostalgic about handling those spinning records). Despite the intimidating technical aspect, they mastered the basics of DJ-ing in (heh) record time, getting so into it that they almost considered making another career change… until their exasperated squadmates dragged them back to their training, of course. Just another bright and vibrant detour at the end of the day, but at least it comes in handy at parties.

Dedede’s taste in music has changed much over the course of his life, from a youth filled with his mama’s country records to the rebellious rock ’n roll of his teen years to a later fondness for bouncier pop tunes with a big emphasis on percussion. He says he doesn’t have a lot of strong opinions about music, feeling much the same ambivalent appreciation as Para… though, the heated debates he gets into with his buddies over who the best bands are, what the coolest instrument is, or even who can hold a tune better seem to suggest otherwise.

Same goes for the actual pursuit of music. While there might’ve been some half-formed melodies floating around in his head, the thought of all the extra lessons he’d need to take to realize them always sent Dedede’s motivation packing. He only took the class because his friends did and spent much of it chatting or dozing off, messing with the tambourine in the hopes of half-assing his way through the course. When he begrudgingly moved on to drums, he found he could actually hold a beat pretty well when he put the effort into it, even having fun by the time Bow challenged him to an impromptu drum-off (which ended in a draw when they both broke their borrowed kits). Of the four of them, only he and Meta actually finished the course with the other kids, with Dedede even managing to convince his parents to get him a small drum kit of his own… though, without the focus of instruction (or the constant encouragement of his peers), the enthusiasm soon faded, and the kit was ultimately left to collect dust in a corner. It frustrated his papa to no end, continuing to deplore his son’s laziness, while his mama just shrugged, a little disappointed but ultimately unsurprised.

Though his passions clearly lie elsewhere, he still dabbles in music in his adulthood, unable to resist grabbing his tambo when a party starts heating up or picking up his old sticks when he needs to to hit something in a non-fighting way. He even picked up the cello in his later years, albeit very briefly.

There was a time when music fascinated Meta. To be fair, everything fascinated him back then, but music especially. He’d sit by a radio or spinning record for hours on end, just… listening to whatever came on, even if it wasn’t a style he particularly enjoyed. He absorbed it all with the same hungry curiosity as he did books, captivated for reasons he couldn’t articulate (maybe it was just better than the ringing weight of pure silence). Over time, as the novelty of life settled into comfortable mundanity, his tastes refined, narrowed. He found a preference for what Dedede teasingly referred to as “old people music” - brass-filled jazz, crooning blues, complex piano pieces, orchestral performances that seemed to tell whole sweeping stories without ever breathing a word. He doesn’t dislike heavier or faster music - it’s actually rather motivating when blasting through the speakers of a training room - but he does get a small kick out of subverting expectations. Some of Bow’s recommendations do tend to leave him with migraines, though. He has no strong feelings about country tunes despite the faint nostalgia he feels when he hears one...

Meta was the only one of the four who took to the music class with gusto, keen to learn as always and curiously trying out just about every instrument they had available. He settled on both the piano and the violin, already partial to their sounds and eager to make them himself. It was… difficult at first, given his limited reach and the complexity of each instrument (much to the smug schadenfreude of his more dedicated bullies), but the challenge only seemed to motivate him more, even likening it to swordplay of all things, in that both skills required lots of concentration, patience, and dexterity to master (Para thought it was a a good analogy; Dedede just tried to goad him into an actual fight with his drumsticks). He continued to practice even after the class ended, learning to read notation and tabs, memorizing songs to the point where he could improvise, his little flourishes surprising and delighting anyone who got to hear him play. His few attempts at actual songwriting were… not bad, exactly, just never quite reaching the needlessly-high standards he set for himself. To this day, he’s never shared them with anyone (not even Dedede).

In time, his training would take priority, and any interest he might’ve had in pursuing music was set aside. Like Dedede, he still dabbles from time to time, occasionally taking part in celebrations with his friends (even picking up the saxophone for one of them), but little more than that. Sometimes, late at night, the crew aboard the Halberd can hear a distant violin on the breeze, always gone when they try to find it.

Sketches started 12/15/24, finished 12/18/24. | Childhood Friends AU Masterpost

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Hi Darcy!! Love your writing so much!

Since you're opening up Headcanon requests, I was curious: What do you think Rolan's nightmares contain? Same for Cal and Lia maybe?? I love how you alluded to Rolan's nightmares with how he wakes up "choking on his own panic" I always think Rolan's nightmares are either about his mother, Lorroakan, or both! I can't wait to hear your thoughts!

Thank you so much! 🥹 I had a blast reading through your fics the other day—so thank you for sharing such lovely writing with all of us.

So this was a really interesting thought exercise for me. I was a little nervous to start this headcanon list, because I wanted to do these three characters justice.

I have done my best to pull from nightmares I have had, and I have also conducted research to make sure I am not working solely from one point of view.

Content warnings: Nightmares as a result of living through some pretty terrifying experiences, parental death/finding deceased parent (mentioned at the end of all three sections) and discussions of past abuse (found in Rolan's section).

Nightmares - Cal, Lia, and Rolan

Cal

Cal dreams of falling.

To be specific, he dreams of when Elturel descended.

The reason I say this is because I came across this MtG card illustration of the Descent into Avernus, and it has stuck with me:

So when Elturel descended, would it really be too surprising if some people lost their footing and fell off the edge?

As Elturel is dragged into Avernus by these chains, cityfolk are being ripped off of the ground. If they can’t grab onto something stable enough to hold fast while the city descends, or if they aren’t flush to the side of a building, then they are likely flying off of the edge.

Cal had been running errands for the general store that he worked at when Elturel descended. Were it not for the sturdy building he found himself pressed up against, he might not have survived the Descent.

Now, he frequently dreams of falling into the River Styx. He doesn’t usually wake up when he hits the water, but he will dream of staring up at the city, and he can’t move. He can’t swim to the surface.

Cal also dreams of Moonrise Tower’s dungeons. He remembers the smell of rot and death, and he remembers the sounds of things moving around in the shadows.

When these nightmares take a turn for the worse, he manages to get out of the prison cell, and he starts searching for Lia. He knows something bad has happened, but he can’t find her.

He, like Rolan, dreams about finding their mother's body.

Lia

Lia dreams of Zariel. My personal headcanon is that, when Elturel was pulled into Avernus, Lia was likely in the city’s square (Shiarra’s market). This would be a place where there would be a lot of people, especially when the Descent occurred. So after the city was pulled into Avernus and chained above the River Styx, Zariel landed in the city square.

Zariel would have made this appearance to 1) scare everyone shitless, 2) to show off the forces under her control, and 3) to make it clear why she chose to drag Elturel into Avernus. She would make it known then and there who was at fault, because she would want to sow dissent amongst the people of Elturel.

And Lia, who had been in the midst of training, was right there. Perhaps paces away from Zariel. And she brought a detachment of her devil army with her. 

Lia dreams about fleeing the marketplace. She never looks behind her, because she fears either Zariel or her devils will be there, at her heels.

While she runs, she searches for Rolan and Cal, calling out for them but receiving no answer.

She tries to find her way home, but as she flees, the city’s streets become almost maze-like. 

And, at a certain point, she feels like she is running in place. The street stretches out in front of her, her legs are moving under her, but she simply can’t gain enough traction to push herself forward.

She will usually wake up just as she feels something grapple her from behind.

If her nightmares turn into sleep paralysis, she might dream that Zariel is in the room with her, watching from the shadows cast by her wardrobe.

When Lia dreams about their mother, she dreams about trying to run towards her but never reaching her. When having these dreams, she feels like, if she can't reach her, something very, very bad will happen.

Rolan

So I agree with you that Rolan dreams about Lorroakan. There are indeed instances where he just relives Lorroakan's abuse as a flashback.

He also dreams about getting lost in the Shadow-Cursed lands. He wanders through the forest, calling for his siblings.

If he dreams of Elturel, then he dreams of running through the house, calling out for Cal and Lia and their mother. No one answers. 

It’s like he is moving through a strange haze. He is looking everywhere, but he knows that no one is there. He can hear chaos outside of the household, and it makes him panic.

Something is banging on the front door. He cannot find his family, but he knows he needs to before whatever is outside gets in.

I do headcanon that their mother died before Elturel was returned to the material plane, but she was alive prior to the Descent. 

Rolan and Cal found her body.

In his nightmares, Rolan rushes out into the garden, thinking that he might find Cal or their mother there.

The garden wrapped around the house. And when he immediately steps outside, he is struck by this deep, sickening dread. He knows something is wrong. He wants to go back inside, but he is compelled to keep walking forward. He remembers looking for his mother out here before and finding something horrible.

He wants to go back inside, but he can’t.

Before he rounds the corner to where the flowerbeds are, he wakes up.

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I'm aware this is unfair and you don't have to entertain it, but I resent Antonia a little bit for making me think less of Luke because of her actions. Whenever she posts, I reexamine my opinion of him, not because of anything he's done, but because him being with her doesn't square with the opinion I've formed of him based on how he shows up in the world. I know it's not his responsibility to fit in with my view of him, I'm just tired of this. I don't know what to think of him at all anymore. I want to be a fan but she's making it hard. There's always that niggling feeling in the back of my mind of, what if he's in on the trolling, y'know? I just hope it isn't the case.

Thank you for sharing this - it’s an honest and vulnerable perspective, and I know people can relate to the dissonance you’re describing. It’s natural to form an opinion of someone based on how they present themselves publicly, and when their personal choices seem at odds with that image, it can feel weird (I’ve brought this up in another post a while back). I think your self-awareness about this is important, especially in acknowledging that it’s not his responsibility to fit into the image you’ve formed of him, even if it’s frustrating at times.

I also get why you may be questioning if he’s in on the trolling (if there is any trolling to begin with - I mean, there probably is some, but most of it seems pretty harmless). That said, I do think things tend to get blown way out of proportion by the fandom. However, unless there’s clear evidence of something more intentional, try to remind yourself that it might just be social media noise and not reflective of any deeper meaning on his part (and even hers).

On a more personal note, I’ve realized that I wouldn’t likely be friends with Luke or his type of friends (sorry, but it’s true, haha). Theatre aside, I can tell they’re not a group I’d naturally connect with - and honestly, that includes Luke. Have I seen some questionable things done by Antonia and her mother? Yes. But again, I don’t know any of the people involved. Who knows? Maybe I’d actually be best friends with all of them, haha! It’s entirely possible my preconceived notions are shaping this belief.

So again, I can’t stress this enough: it’s important to remember that we don’t actually know any of the people involved, and that includes Antonia (we don't actually know what kind of person she is). The image she’s curated within the fandom is partly her own doing, but at the end of the day, maybe she just doesn’t care about how she’s perceived in these spaces. While that might bother some people, it could also be seen as a good thing. If she’s happy and living her life on her own terms, then maybe that’s all that matters to her - and that could be valid.

I’ll admit, I’m way more of a people-pleaser. I hate confrontation, and I’d feel emotionally crushed if I had thousands of people hating me online. But just because I’d approach things differently doesn’t mean her way is wrong or ultimately makes her a bad person. It might just reflect different priorities, values, or ways of dealing with public scrutiny.

She is also very young, and what she posts is on brand for her and her friend group - which includes Luke. This doesn’t make me hate Luke, though. I think he’s super talented, and I find myself more invested in his career choices than his personal ones.

I think this all comes back to the complicated nature of para-social relationships. It’s okay to feel conflicted or even disappointed - it’s a natural part of navigating these dynamics. But maybe it’s worth considering whether entertaining her social media is really helping you. If it’s becoming too frustrating, it might be easier to block her and remove that source of stress for yourself. I know people on the internet tend to repost things, so it can be hard to avoid her altogether, but there are definitely spaces that don’t focus on her actions and posts. Maybe try to find a community like that (even just for a little while), because at the end of the day, she’s just a person who might be dating Luke.