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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 3 years ago

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Parallels | Epilogue

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Characters: OC! Violet Grace Dawson, Luke Patterson, Julie Molina, Carrie Wilson, Bobby Wilson, Reggie Peters, Alex Mercer, Flynn nolastname, Willie nolastname, Nick Danforth-Evans, Dirty Candy

Guideline: Sunset Universe is the universe in which Sunset Curve is famous and Violet is friends with Carrie, Julie and Flynn. Candy Universe is the universe in which Dirty Candy is more famous and Sunset Curve has broken up.

A/N: AAAAAAHHHH this is the very last chapter!!! I had so much fun writing this story! I hope you guys love(d) reading it as much! Quick shout out to my bestie @unnowhatthisistbh for proofreading and supporting me and just being the GOAT! I really needed you during this and you came through for me, so thank you! Also big shout out to @amazondancewarrior for the gifs they made for this story! They were splendid and I am obsessed with them (and you!)! Thank you x10000000!

Song(s) used: Stand Tall - Julie and The Phantoms | Starting Line - Luke Hemmings

Warnings: None; fluff? Luke and Violet being so cute it’s gross?

Words: 3,811

Violet was back. Their sweet, caring, innocent girl they had come to love over the summer. There was one week left of summer when the girls had switched again, which Violet wanted to use to spend as much time with her friends as possible.

One entire week to practice for the upcoming Violet Sunset and Dirty Candy gigs.

One entire week to spend with Luke.

One entire week to start the rest of her life.

“Whatcha thinking about?” Luke’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts and his arms snaked around her waist whilst his lips pressed in her neck.

A giggle left Violet’s body, Luke’s favorite sound. “This song I found in Violet’s notebook,” she replied, showing him what she had found when she got back to her bedroom after returning.

“Wrong answer,” Luke responded, retreating his arms and placing his hands on her hips to turn her around.

“Wrong answer?”

A cheesy smile found its way to his lips. “Yeah, the correct answer was ‘You, Luke, I was thinking of you’.” Violet’s eyes rolled back but she couldn’t help the smile that broke through.

If he wanted to go the cheesy route, so could she. “Well, you never really leave my mind, so…”

“You guys are disgusting,” Carrie interrupted when she entered the Wilson kitchen where the two had found themselves. Bobby and Carrie had invited everyone over for one of their classic pool parties. But instead of making it one big party, they kept it intimate with just their closest friends. Until tonight, when everyone at Los Feliz High would be invited and they’d be able to watch a free Violet Sunset gig.

Violet snickered. “Shut up, you love us.”

“You’re very lucky that I do,” she retorted before shoving a bowl of chips into Luke’s hands and a platter of drinks into Violet’s. “Now, chop chop, there are people outside in need of snacks.”

“Snaaaacks!” Reggie exclaimed, flailing his arms excitedly before hoisting himself out of the pool and towards his friends bearing the snacks and drinks.

“Do we know what the setlist is gonna look like?” Bobby questioned when everyone had gathered around the snacks and drinks.

Normally, that question alone would make Violet want to throw up, but this time around it didn’t. She felt confident, sure of herself and her talent. If she could stand up against a shitty manager, she could sing in front of her whole entire school too. Besides, she’d have her band with her.

“I’d say we start with Turn Up The Music?” Luke suggested. “That’s the song that started Violet Sunset in the first place.” A smile found its way to Violet’s face. She remembered that first day with the boys when they parent-trapped them. Kinda.

She was really nervous that day.

“How about we bring Starting Line?” Violet then suggested, glancing at Alex for his reaction. The confusion on his face made her realize that she had the wrong Alex in front of her. “Right, no. Never mind. Wrong universe.”

“I really wanna do Determinate,” Reggie brought in, his mouth full of nachos and salsa.

“Okay,” Violet said, “How about we go Turn Up The Music, Finally Free, Determinate–”

“Bright,” Luke added, knowing he could sing the song if Violet sang along with them.

“We could end with Stand Tall?” The boys shot Violet a confused look. “It’s the song the other Violet left for me. Wait –” she got up from her spot and dashed inside. Luke couldn’t help but follow the girl with his eyes. Her curves came out perfectly in the bathing suit she was wearing and her skin looked so soft, he was going to have a hard time keeping his hands to himself.

“Look,” Violet’s voice caused him to snap out of his thoughts. She showed her friends the notebook she had found on her bed when she had returned a few days prior. Along with the scribbled down lyrics was a little message;

Wish I could watch you shine, Violet! You got this… Love, V.

She had cursed at herself not leaving such a nice note for Violet. She’d left something but it wasn’t quite as nice as this. It wasn’t a whole-ass song she had left her.

“You’re gonna be okay for the gig tonight?” Julie then asked Violet worriedly.

Smiling, Violet nodded her head in response. “I’ve traveled across universes three times, I think I can handle a little show with my best friends.”

She could more than handle a little show with her best friends. From Turn Up The Music to Finally Free to Determinate and Bright, she handled every single song with fierceness, power and most of all; fun.

She rocked out on that self-made stage at the edge of the pool, alongside her four best friends with her three best gals in the very first row. She felt like she was on top of the world. Like she could handle everything and anything.

“People of Los Feliz High,” Violet started when they’d just finished slowing it down with Perfect Harmony– upon Luke’s request. “We have one last song for you tonight before our dear Flynn takes over with her magnificent beats.” The crowd whooped and cheered at her feet. “This one goes out to a dear friend of ours. Someone without whom I wouldn’t be here right now. Someone who gifted me this… adventure. It’s also for anyone who’s lost their way or who’s trying to find their place in the world. You’re gonna find it. You’re gonna be okay. With the right people by your side, you’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna stand tall.”

She stole a quick glance at Luke, who gave her a proud smile before she turned to Bobby and gave him a nod as the starting shot. He started playing the keyboard, letting the soft melody Violet had explained to them during soundcheck, float out into the night air.

The girl herself placed the microphone onto its stand that stood in the middle of the stage. In her spotlight. Her very own spotlight.

“Don't blink No, I don't want to miss it One thing, and it's back to the beginning 'Cause everything is rushing in fast Keep going on never look back”

“And it's one, two, three, four times That I'll try for one more night Light a fire in my eyes I'm going out of my mind”

Normally, the boys would join in at this moment but they didn’t. They’d decided to give her a little more. A little more spotlight. A little more time to shine. Because they loved to watch her shine and that was what she did best.

“Whatever happens Even if I'm the last standing I'ma stand tall I'ma stand tall Whatever happens Even when everything's down I'ma stand tall I'ma stand tall”

She threw a glance at Luke, to try and figure out why no one was doing anything. She wanted to make sure they were still there, that they hadn’t bailed on her again. The smile Luke gave her when they locked eyes told her enough.

“I gotta keep on dreaming 'Cause I gotta catch that feeling Whatever happens Even if I'm the last standing I'ma stand tall I'ma stand tall”

With a wide grin on his face, Alex brought the beat in and the crowd went wild. Especially the long-haired skater boy in the front row. Soon thereafter, Reggie joined in on his bass, earning a thankful smile from the lead singer on his left.

“Right now I'm loving every minute Hands down Can't let myself forget it, no 'Cause everything is rushing in fast Keep holding on, nevеr look back”

Then, a guitar riff echoed through the speakers, capturing Violet’s attention as she continued to sing the pre-chorus.

“And it's one, two, three, four times That I'll try for one morе night Light a fire in my eyes”

She took the mic off its stand, giving Luke the opportunity to finish her sentence.

“I'm going out of my mind”

All five of them lapsed into the chorus together with the crowd at their feet, dancing and jumping around. They didn’t know any of the words, but it didn’t matter. The vibe was there. The energy was charged.

“Whatever happens Even if I'm the last standing I'ma stand tall I'ma stand tall Whatever happens Even when everything's down I'ma stand tall I'ma stand tall”

Violet turned to Reggie and Bobby, singing to them and with them. She loved how she could tell they were all feeling the exact same thing without even having to say what they were feeling. She knew they were on the same page.

“I gotta keep on dreaming 'Cause I gotta catch that feeling Whatever happens Even if I'm the last standing I'ma stand tall I'ma stand tall”

She then moved over to Luke on the other side of the stage. Their eyes were locked and, much like every other time they sang together, the chemistry oozed off that stage. Everyone could see that those two belonged together. Soulmates, of sorts. It would declare how Violet had gotten back here a second time.

“Like I'm glowing in the dark I keep on going when it's all falling apart Yeah I know it with all my heart Ooh, ooh”

While Luke hit the high note, Violet turned to Alex, letting the spotlight shine on him for a change.

“Never look back”

“Whatever happens Even if I'm the last standing I'ma stand tall I'ma stand tall”

Then, they all turned to Reggie, who took the next moment in the spotlight.

“Whatever happens Even if I'm the last standing I'ma stand tall I'ma stand tall”

Grinning widely, Violet then sang;

“Stand tall”

And then it was up to Luke and Bobby;

“Stand tall”

With the crowd going insane at their feet, the band lapsed back into the chorus for the very last time that night. This was just the beginning for Violet Sunset. The beginning of a lifetime filled with music and gigs and making people happy.

“Whatever happens Even if I'm the last standing I'ma stand tall I'ma stand tall Whatever happens Even when everything's down I'ma stand tall I'ma stand tall”

“I gotta keep on dreaming 'Cause I gotta catch that feeling Whatever happens Even if I'm the last standing I'ma stand tall I'ma stand tall”

All five of them stood, panting, as they looked out into the crowd of Los Feliz High students. This was their life. This was where they belonged; on a stage, together. Neither of them needed to say it, they could all feel it. This was it.

Violet had been born in the wrong universe, but now, she was home.

Sunset Curve’s second album was a hit. With songs like Breakthrough and Somebody as singles, rising through to the top, their fanbase had only grown. Even more so when Alex had come out on Instagram by posting a picture of him and Willie with a pride flag behind them – all credits for the photo went to Violet, of course.

Along with Flynn, Julie and Carrie, Violet was appointed to Sunset Curve’s marketing team. They had way better ideas for promotion than their new management team, according to the manager himself.

“Whatcha doin’?” Violet questioned when she found Luke hunched over his notebook in his room, moments before their first radio interview to promote the new album.

His heart jumped a little at the sudden distraction, though once he heard that gorgeous, angelic voice of his girlfriend, he realized the distraction was a welcome one. “Trying to finish a song.”

Violet came up to him and rested her chin on his shoulder, looking at the songbook in front of him. She knew the words on the paper. Those were Alex’s. It was the song Alex started writing before she went back to her original universe.

“That’s Alex’s,” she pointed out, confusion written all over her face.

Luke hummed. “He asked me to help him finish it. But I’m kinda stuck.”

Violet scanned the page. Verse – chorus – verse – chorus – bridge – chorus… “End with the bridge again,” she told him, pointing at the block of lyrics. “I think with an instrumental between the last chorus and last bridge, it could get that heavy, melancholy feel Alex had wanted, and then the instruments stop abruptly with just a bit of piano filling out the room for a few last notes.”

“You are a genius,” Luke whispered excitedly before turning around swiftly to face the girl that had been standing behind him. “Have I told you I’m happy you’re back here?”

Giggling, Violet raked her fingers through Luke’s brown locks at the nape of his neck. “You have, about a million times.” Luke smiled too now and reached his hand to her cheek, wiping the loose lash off her cheek. The dark, long lash stuck to his thumb as he showed it to her.

“Make a wish,” he whispered.

Scrunching up her nose and shutting her eyes real tight, Violet thought up a wish before blowing the lash away.

“What’d you wish for?” Luke asked curiously.

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Oh, come on! You can share your wish with me!”

Violet chuckled. “No, I can’t! It won’t come true if I do!”

A pout formed on Luke’s face as he put on his best puppy dog eyes. “Please?” he pleaded, dragging out the ‘ea’ for extra effect.

“Okay, fine,” she laughed. “Come closer,” she whispered and Luke inched closer. “Closer.” Another inch. “Closer.” Luke’s breath tickled Violet’s lips as they were barely an inch away from hers. “You’ll never know,” she whispered cheekily before crashing her lips to his to shut him up.

He objected at first, but once Violet’s warm tongue swiped across his bottom lip, there was no resisting. Pulling his girl closer, flush to his chest, Luke deepened the kiss. And everything seemed to fall right into place.

A radio interview and tv appearance later, the boys were getting ready for their small gig on Santa Monica Pier. A gig required by Violet herself. The boys did consider themselves fortunate with such a great marketing team.

“We ready?” Manager Dawson asked as the band had gathered in the hallway.

There was a nervous, excited vibe hanging around the group. Though the boys had done many a performance like this one, they still somehow seemed nervous. The girls couldn’t help but feel nervous with them. This was an important gig; the first one with their new management, the first one with a new marketing team, the first one since Alex came out.

As the boys walked out onto the stage at the start of their gig, they were taken aback by the view in front of them. Hundreds of people stood at their feet, cheering and screaming loudly with every possible pride flag in their hand.

Noticing the boys had frozen in their spot, Violet peeked around the corner towards the crowd. Her heart leapt in her chest upon seeing the colorfulness of the crowd. Never had she seen this many pride flags in one place that wasn’t the pride parade.

“Oh my gosh,” she breathed, capturing her friends’ attention. The three girls peeked out with her and smiles spread across their faces. Not only did they have pride flags, but Violet now also noticed banners and boards with “We love you, Alex” written on them. All of this was in support of Alex’s coming out.

“Thanks for coming out tonight, L.A.!” Luke shouted into the mic. “Hope you’re ready for a party!” As soon as the words left his mouth, the starting notes of Breakthrough Violet had come up with months ago chimed throughout the night.

The entire set was electric with every person in the crowd singing along and dancing until their muscles ached. Even their marketing team couldn’t stand still in the wings. The boys were giving every ounce of energy they had in them, and in return, the crowd and their friends gave it back. There was a connection. An undeniable, electric connection.

“We have one more song for you guys,” Luke then said into the mic after they had the entire crowd sobbing when he sang Unsaid Emily, especially for his mom, who sat in the VIP section of the crowd with the rest of their families.

“One our dear Alex wrote himself.” Alex’s eyes widened in panic over the sudden change of plans. Starting Line wasn’t in their set. They hadn’t rehearsed it. It wasn’t even completely finished – or so Alex thought. “But before we play, I wanna bring out someone special. She helped us find our sound again, she helped us fight against a terrible manager who didn’t have the best intentions. She helped us become our most authentic self… L.A., please, give it up for my girlfriend, Violet Dawson.”

This wasn’t planned either and Violet could feel her heart beating in her throat as Luke ran up to her and grabbed her hand.

“What are you doing?” she whisper-shouted over the crowd of cheering fans.

“Trust me,” he replied and kissed her knuckles before gently pushing her down to the piano stool. “Let your heart play, yeah?” She slowly nodded her head, understanding the assignment.

She shook her hands before placing her fingers on the keys and starting to play whatever melody came to her. She closed her eyes for a moment too, letting the music come to her.

Then, Luke’s voice rang through her ears. It was the trigger for her to open her eyes again and watch him as he sang. So passionately, so sincerely.

“In and out of focus Moments that I keep Something for the pain And something so I sleep Won’t you comfort me? Warm the air that I breathe Visceral in doses Hiding in the seams”

His eyes met hers, and she swore she was floating for a moment.

“Standing on the sun and I don’t feel a thing Won’t you comfort me? Take the fear I don’t need”

Luke stepped back from his microphone and turned to Alex, letting him take the chorus he so carefully wrote. He looked so confident up there with his eyes shut and his hands gripping the microphone.

“I wake up every morning with the years ticking by I’m missing all these memories, maybe they were never mine I feel the walls are closing I’m running out of the time I think I missed the gun at the starting line”

The boys then joined Violet with their instruments, heavying the song with its melancholy. Violet even kicked the stool back, standing over the keys as she played them as though on automatic.

To her surprise, Bobby took the next verse. The verse Alex had shown her before she left. Though she had hoped Alex would take this one, she couldn’t help but find comfort in Bobby’s voice as well.

“Tell mе, am I broken? I can never lеave Biting on my tongue and Checking if it bleeds Oh, is it lost on me? All the things I believe”

Then Reggie took the next verse. His voice sounded perfect for this song.

“Something like an omen I can never keep Moving on and on, so very bittersweet Is it lost on me? All the things I don't need”

All four of the boys then joined Alex in the chorus. Their harmonies were still Violet’s very favorite sound in the world. It sounded ethereal. Like she was floating on clouds.

“I wake up every morning with the years ticking by I'm missing all these memories Maybe they were never mine I feel the walls are closing I'm running out of time I think I missed the gun at the starting line”

Glancing over at Alex, Violet noticed the beads of sweat mingling with the tears that ran down his face. They were happy tears, she could tell. Proud tears. Thankful tears. This was his song and they were performing it on an actual stage in front of actual people. This was something they would’ve never done under their previous management.

The boys let Alex take the bridge while they preoccupied themselves with the backing vocals. Violet loved making music with these guys, even if she loved the band on its own, she loved it when she could join in on the fun. She loved being a part of something so special.

“Take me alive, make me a liar Take me alive Don't look away until it's gone Until it's gone Take me alive, make me a liar Take me alive Don't look away until it's gone Until it's gone”

All four of the boys then joined back in on the last chorus. They were giving their all. Not once did their energy waiver.

Alex let himself go for one last time with Luke as his backing vocals and the other two boys giving their all on their instruments. Even Violet had let herself go on the piano a little. She was living. She felt alive. For the first time in a long time, she felt truly, authentically herself. She wasn’t the Blue Candy anymore. She was Violet Dawson.

“Take me alive, make me a liar Take me alive Don't look away until it's gone Until it's gone Take me alive, make me a liar Take me alive Don't look away until it's gone Until it's gone”

For the first time since walking onto that stage and playing Alex’s song in front of hundreds of people, Violet looked up at them. A roar of applause washed over them. The flutter in her stomach was one of excitement, one of pride.

This was it, the very first moments of the rest of her life.

Once back at the house, Violet had found herself drawn to the balcony at Luke’s bedroom window. The one where she had found him, smoking a cigarette after walking out on rehearsal. The one where he had told her he was in love with her. Where he told her about his mother.

“You okay?” Luke asked, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. The two of them looked out onto the city lights in front of them. This was one gorgeous view. One she wouldn’t want to trade for the world.

Violet nodded her head. “Just wondering how Violet’s doing in that other cosmic patch.”

This had been one hell of an adventure, but there was no way Violet would ever want to switch back.

This was her universe.

Her world.

Her cosmic patch.

She was home.

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La singularidad del deseo sexual desde una mirada cómica y respetuosa

Hay un aspecto sumamente noble dentro de El amor se hace (2016, Paco León, basada en la australiana The Little Death de 2014) y es que sus personajes insólitos, extraños en su satisfacción erótica, son tratados con respeto y comprensión. Estamos ante una película que pone en escena las parafilias más extravagantes (excitación al ser víctima de un robo, hacia árboles y plantas, con el llanto de otro, viendo personas dormidas o por diversos tipos de telas) pero que no juzga ni ridiculiza a sus protagonistas sino que construye situaciones cómicas -muchas de ellas muy divertidas- mostrando, acompañando, comprendiendo su peculiaridad.

Se trata de un film coral, con varias historias y personajes en paralelo, todos ellos con el punto en común de tener que confesarle a sus parejas o posibles amantes que lo que más los atrae, lo que les provoca mayor deleite en la intimidad no reside en las formas tradicionales o mayormente practicadas por la sociedad. Una obra atrevida -más cerca del primer Almodóvar que de John Waters pero con reminiscencias de ambos-, fresca, bien actuada y musicalizada, con un ritmo narrativo excelente teniendo en cuenta la cantidad de tramas, héroes y conflictos que intervienen en su desarrollo. Inteligente además desde el guión, ubicando a una de las parejas en principio más convencionales (interpretada por el mismo director y la siempre graciosa y sutil Ana Katz) como contrapunto ante tantos comportamientos desacostumbrados, facilitando la identificación del espectador, guiándolo un poco en este nuevo mapa de la sexualidad.

Un largometraje también voluptuoso, donde se exhiben cuerpos sensuales, deseantes, y en el que el ardiente y colorido verano madrileño traspasa la pantalla gracias a los muy buenos trabajos de la dirección de arte y vestuario.

La secuencia final con todos los personajes confluyendo en las Fiestas de la Paloma revalida la idea esencial de la película, su ética central: mientras vemos a una multitud de personas que se reúne en la celebración, mientras se muestran planos de esta muchedumbre anónima, aparecen interpuestos los protagonistas del film disfrutando también de la festividad. Ellos no forman parte de esas mayorías, pero no se esconden, no disimulan ni se esfuerzan por ser algo que no son. Ese es el planteo valioso, liberador, de El amor se hace, el de presentarle al público otras formas de placer sexual, integrarlas, derribar preconceptos con el humor como subterfugio y confirmar lo que el propio Freud escribió alguna vez sobre las pulsiones sexuales: su objeto no está predeterminado biológicamente y sus modalidades de satisfacción son variables.

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Por Gabriel Yurdurukian.

Título original: Kiki, el amor se hace. Año: 2016. Duración: 102 min. País: España. Director: Paco León. Guión: Paco León, Fernando Pérez (Historia original: Josh Lawson). Fotografía: Kiko de la Rica. Montaje: Alberto de Toro. Reparto: Paco León, Ana Katz, Belén Cuesta, Natalia de Molina, Álex García, Candela Peña, Luis Callejo, Luis Bermejo, Mari Paz Sayago, Alexandra Jiménez, David Mora, Maite Sandoval, Blanca Apilánez, Rea Gutiérrez, Yaël Belicha, Fernando Soto, Josele Román, Sergio Torrico.

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Tejidos usados en la Edad Media

LINO tejido de lino. Los musulmanes trajeron la costumbre a Europa. Para ropa interior, camisas, cofias, tocas, cofias moriscas, … Tipos de lino: holanda, naval, …ACEITUNÍ tipo de seda. Empezó a fabricarse en China, ciudad de Tseu-thoung, transmitido a los árabes como Zeutín, en le s.XV se fabrica en Europa (famoso el italiano).

ALBADEN tejido de lino o seda que recibía el mismo nombre que la especie de túnica o vestido que se confecciona con él.

ALBORNOZ tejido de lana hecho con estambre muy torcido y fuerte a manera de cordoncillo que acaba recibiendo el mismo nombre que la prenda con él confeccionada, es decir, una capa con capucha muy utilizada en la indumentaria musulmana. Está documentado desde finales del siglo XIII.

ALFAMIA tejido de lino o de seda tal vez de origen persa, documentado desde finales del siglo XIII.

ALFOLLA tejido de seda de origen musulmán consistente en un brocado de color púrpura y bordado en oro cuya primera noticia procede del libro de Calila e Dimna (1251). En época almorávide se fabricaba en los telares de Almería.

ALGODÓN tejido de algodón. En Europa no tuvo la importancia que tiene en la actualidad (usado sobre todo en España por influencia musulmana).

ALQUICEL tejido de lana que recibía el mismo nombre que la vestidura musulmana en forma de capa que se confeccionaba con él y que servía para cubrir bancos, mesas u otras cosas. Se cita desde finales del siglo XIII.

ARAÑA tejido de lana fabricado en Flandes y Brabante cuyos colores se disponían en forma de tela de araña. Se cita desde finales del siglo XIII.

BARADETE tejido de lana probablemente a rayas que aparece citado entre finales del siglo XIII e inicios del XIV.

BARRAGÁN tejido de lana de origen musulmán impermeable al agua presente a fines del siglo XIII y principios del XIV. En el siglo XIV perdería el significado de tejido, para pasar a denominar una especie de abrigo confeccionado con esa tela o incluso con otras de seda de mayor valor.

BIFA tejido de lana ligero de origen provenzal similar a la franela velluda con rayas borrosas formadas por el tejido, que sólo aparece en el léxico castellano del siglo XIII.

BISSO tejido de seda de color dorado con reflejos verdes que se fabricaba en las costas de Sicilia, Calabria, Tarento y Malta. Aparece nombrado en la General Estoria de Alfonso X hacia 1272.

BLANQUETA tejido de lana basto de origen francés o catalán, de color blanco probablemente, aunque aparece a veces teñido, identificado como tal a finales del siglo XIII o principios del XIV. En aquellas fechas consta que se confeccionaba en Ávila, Molina o Murcia.

BLAO tejido de lana de color azul documentado desde el siglo XIII. Su uso sólo se sabe que se prohibiera en las Cortes de Burgos de 1338.

BOCARÁN tejido de lino de una gran finura que se fabricaba en Oriente desde donde se exportaba hacia Occidente, concretamente su nombre correspondía al topónimo Bukara, aunque en tiempos de Marco Polo ya se fabricaba en Chipre. En Castilla se cita a finales del siglo XIII.

BROCADO tejido de seda mezclado con oro o plata, cuyos motivos destacan sobre el fondo en ligero relieve. La labor de brocado se suele realizar sobre terciopelo y seda. Brocado blanco, negro, pardillo, morado, verde, leonado, carmesí … (el precio no variaba por el color). Tres clases de brocado: 1.brocado raso (el motivo en relieve seria liso), 2.brocado de pelo (el motivo en relieve estaría trabajado como terciopelo de pelo), 3.brocado de pelo rico (formado por una serie de anillos sin cortar).

BRUNETA tejido de lana fino de color negro o muy oscuro, de procedencia francesa o catalana, mencionado entre finales del siglo XIII. Se prohibió su uso a los escuderos en las Cortes de Valladolid de 1258, pero se autorizó para mudéjares y judíos, ratificándose en las Cortes de Jerez de 1268. Suele ser usado por gente del pueblo. En el siglo XV se fabrican en Cuenca y Murcia.

BURIEL tejido basto de lana del color natural de la misma, es decir, pardo, de origen francés o provenzal, identificado entre finales del siglo XIII e inicios del XIV. Al adoptar los colores marrón oscuro o gris fue muy apto para el luto o como vestimenta de las órdenes mendicantes.

ÇAFRÍN tejido de seda de origen musulmán de color azafrán que aparece localizado en la Castilla de finales del siglo XIII. Posiblemente se trató de una seda teñida con el pigmento del azafrán, ingrediente muy utilizado por los musulmanes para conseguir un amarillo fuerte o anaranjado que era uno de los colores predilectos de la realeza oriental.

CAMBRAI tela fina de lino o de seda con la que se hacen tocas y camisas de lujo.

CAMELÍN tejido de pelo de camello originario de Oriente cuya presencia en Castilla viene testimoniada desde el siglo XIII.

CAMISALIUM tejido de lino fino que se utilizó especialmente en la confección de camisas, de ahí su nombre. Aparece documentado desde finales del siglo XIII..

CÁÑAMO tejido de cáñamo. Para ajuar textil de la casa.

CELESTRE tejido de lana de color azul claro que se cita a finales del siglo XIII.

CENDAL tejido de lino o de seda muy delgado y transparente. En las Cortes de 1258 estaba prohibido usado a los hombres al servicio de los reyes, y en las de 1268 se prohibió su utilización a mudéjares y judíos. Tampoco podían usar cendal en Sevilla en 1337 las mujeres cuyos maridos no tuviesen caballo, ni las barraganas ni otras mujeres de mala fama. Generalmente, los cendales de seda fueron tejidos de importación de Alejandría y Lucca como certifican el Cantar de Mío Cid y las Cortes de 1268, respectivamente.

CETÍ tipo de seda. En el siglo XV cetí era una palabra española de la que derivan las italianas setí, setaní, zetaní, que eran nombres de sedas. Puede ser que se comenzara a fabricar en Ceuta o que en esta ciudad tenía unas calidades muy buenas, de ahí pasó a Italia y de aquí a la península.

CICLATÓN tejido de seda y oro de origen musulmán que acabó recibiendo el mismo nombre que la vestidura con él confeccionada, es decir, túnica o manto de lujo. La primera noticia castellana que se conoce del ciclatón como tejido es de 1112. El ciclatón fabricado en la Almería musulmana era de color rojo vivo, a diferencia del de importación oriental que solía teñirse de azul oscuro. Tal vez el color rojo en al-Andalus se debiese a la producción excedente de cochinilla autóctona. Gonzalo de Berceo en su Vida de Santo Domingo de Silos (hacia 1230) y Alfonso X en su Gran Conquista de Ultramar (hacia 1295) lo citaron en colores blanco y verde, respectivamente.

CILICIO tejido de pelo de cabra o vestidura áspera a modo de saco que se utilizaba para practicar penitencia. En el siglo XIII hay noticia del uso de este tejido.

CORDETALLE tejido basto de lana cuya trama forma un cordoncillo, de ahí su nombre, paño ordinario. Para las calzas.

COTONÍA tejido de algodón de origen musulmán y color blanco labrado comúnmente de cordoncillo.

CHAMELOTE (camelote) tejido oriental de pelo de camello o cabra mezclado con lana/ con hilo de oro, fuerte e impermeable, cuyo nombre procede del francés antiguo. Las primeras noticias en Castilla son del siglo XIII. Posible palabra que deriva de camello y que se le daba a un tejido que imitaba el pelo de camello en seda o lana (Bernis).

DAMASCO tejido de seda hecho con trama y urdimbre de color idéntico, donde el dibujo destaca sensiblemente del fondo por contraste del brillo (forma el dibujo al conjugar textura mate con brillo). Origen en la ciudad de Damasco

DIBETH tejido de seda de origen musulmán con muchos colores y bordado en oro. Este tejido fabricado en Almería era preferido por su calidad y duración.

ENSAY tejido de lana de color negro o muy oscuro y de poca calidad confeccionado en Brujas, Yprés, Gante y Tournai, documentado desde 1250.

ESCARÍN tejido de lino muy fino de procedencia árabe u oriental.

ESCARLATA tejido de lana de color rojo cuyo nombre deriva del de la sustancia que se empleaba para teñido. Aparece ya a finales del siglo XIII.

ESPARTO

ESTAMEÑA tejido de lana, sencillo y ordinario, que tiene la urdimbre y la trama de estambre, es decir, de la parte del vellón que se compone de hebras largas. Muy usado para las calzas. La primera noticia procede de la General Estoria de Alfonso X hacia 1272.

ESTANFOTE tejido de lana, urdimbre y trama estaban elaboradas con estambre (eran las fibras más largas del bellón). Probablemente originario de la ciudad inglesa de Stamfort. Está documentado desde fines del siglo XIII.

ESTOPA tejido de lino o cáñamo que se confecciona con la parte basta o gruesa de la hilaza de esos materiales. Mala calidad.

FIELTRO tejido de lana que resulta de conglomerar ésta con borra y pelo por la fuerza del agua caliente, lejía o goma. El nombre en castellano es un préstamo del francés, lengua en que se documenta desde inicios del siglo XII.

FRISA tejido de lana burda que servía para forros y vestidos de las aldeanas. Identificado en la segunda mitad del siglo XIII.

FUSTÁN (de fustal, de ar fustât, nombre de una ciudad junto al Cairo que hoy pertenece a ésta) (bombasí) tejido de algodón (puede llevar lino) grueso con pelo por una de las caras que se fabricaba tanto en Oriente como en Occidente desde la Alta Edad Media. En Castilla las primeras referencias provienen de 1202.

GALABRÚN tejido de lana teñido con agalla, cuyo nombre es de origen francés. En Castilla está documentado desde finales del siglo XIII.

GRANA tejido de lana o de seda teñido con la excrescencia o agalla que el quermes forma en la coscoja, y que exprimida produce color rojo. En Castilla, las primeras noticias corresponden a finales del siglo XIII y principios del XIV.

HOLANDA tejido fino de lino. Para ropa de la gente rica: camisas, cofias, tocas, …

IMPLA tejido fino de seda que se utiliza principalmente para los velos.

JAMETE tejido de seda que algunas veces solía entretejerse de oro, pero por lo general su trama de seda gruesa estaba casi enteramente cubierta por una urdimbre de hilo fino y brillante. Aparece citado ya en el Cantar de Mío Cid (siglo XII).

JASPE tejido de seda de distintos colores, especialmente blanco, adornado con oro. Primera cita a fin del siglo XIII. Parece que se confeccionaba preferentemente en Antioquía, aunque desde el siglo XIV se comenzó a elaborar en Lucca..

JERGA tejido de lana grueso y tosco que aparece registrado por primera vez en la segunda mitad del siglo XIII (citado en el Libro del Buen Amor del Arcipreste de Hita (1330)).

LANA tejido de lana. Textil más utilizado en Europa. Para todo tipo de prendas excepto ropa interior. En Venecia se fabricó raso de lana. En España en época de RRCC la casa real los compraba de Valencia y Segovia.

LIENZO tejido de algodón, cáñamo o lino. Se forran sayas, briales, calzas, jubón, tocas, (para que queden ajustadas).

LIMISTE tejido de lana. Versión castellana de un paño inglés (nombre de la ciudad donde se producía Lemster), se fabrica en Segovia.

LINO tejido de lino. Los musulmanes trajeron la costumbre a Europa. Para ropa interior, camisas, cofias, tocas, cofias moriscas.

MARBI tejido de lana que se decoraba con vetas de color parecidas a la del mármol, cuyo nombre parece ser un préstamo del francés antiguo. La primera documentación encontrada es del siglo XIII.

MARGA tejido de lana como la jerga que se empleaba para sacas, jergones y otras cosas semejantes. Se encuentra documentado por primera vez en las Cortes de Jerez de 1268 en la forma marfaga, de origen árabe (cabecera de cama o almohada).

MEZCLA tejido de lana hecho de hilos de diferentes clases y colores. Aparece ya en 1293.

MOLFÁN tejido de seda de origen musulmán que sólo tenía los hilos de la urdimbre de dicha materia pero no la trama, muy utilizado en la Córdoba Califal.

NAVAL tejido de lino, barata de buena calidad procedente de Bretaña. Para hacer sábanas.

PALMILLA tejido de lana. Para gente humilde, elaborado en Cuenca. Se utilizaban colores brillantes. Varias calidades.

PAÑO (tuvo por un tiempo el mismo sentido genérico que tiene hoy tela + tundir: cortar con tijera a una altura el pelo de los paños) tejido de lana muy tupido y con pelo tanto más corto cuanto más fino es el tejido. Se hizo muy habitual esta expresión acompañada de las diversas denominaciones de origen, calidades y coloridos. Los de mejor calidad y los más abundantes eran los tejidos internacionales importados de Flandes, Brabante, Inglaterra y Francia. Para el período 1190-1340 hay noticias de paños procedentes de Abbeville, Arras, Brujas, Cambrai, Carcassonne, Douai, Francia, Gante, Inglaterra, Langemarck, Limaux, Lucca, Malinas, Montlieu, Montreuilsur-Mer, Narbonne, Poperinghe, Provins, Recambort, Rouen, Saint Omer, Tournai, Valenciennes e Yprés. En los siglos XIII y XIV los paños castellanos con denominación de origen son los de Ávila, Córdoba, Murcia, Palencia, Segovia, Soria y Zamora. Hasta la segunda mitad del siglo XIV no empiezan a registrarse otros orígenes castellanos. Mientras tanto, las importaciones de la Corona de Aragón procedían sobre todo de Cataluña. Los mejores paños eran los de carnero. Destacaban los holandeses y los ingleses. El más apreciado era el escarlata, nombre que no se refería al color, sino al tejido (había también pardas, verdes, azules…). Tipos de paño: navados, floretes, nueve cuarteles, … variedad de color en los paños: GRANAS: paños teñidos de grana, pigmento que se obtiene de la cochinilla (insecto cóccido que habita en el quercus coccífera del mediterráneo). España es muy importante en la producción de este pigmento (Lusitania, Portugal, Andalucía). En Florencia llegó a ser una especialidad y el tinte lo importaban de España y de Cintra, en Extremadura. Tres matices de color grana: colorada, rosada, morada.

PAÑO DE ORO tejido de seda bordado en oro que según las Cortes de 1338 sólo podía ser utilizado por el rey. De hecho, sólo a partir de las Cortes de 1348 consta que pudiera ser usado por infantes o ricoshombres para sus bodas y actos de caballería, y en 1379 se permitió la extensión de su empleo a los caballeros. Según las crónicas castellanas de 1340-1352 estaba prohibido en los enterramientos, excepto si era el del rey o el de los infantes. El valor de este tejido era tal que los reyes se vanagloriaban en las crónicas de ofrecerlo como regalo o de recibido ellos mismos como tal con gran satisfacción. Fue muy usado asimismo, según las crónicas, para hacer palios y para adornar calles y palacios en las grandes solemnidades.

PARDO tejido de lana de calidad muy ordinaria y del color de la tierra o de la piel del oso común, intermedio entre blanco y negro, la mayoría de veces sin teñir, o de estado se hacía con tinte rojo amarillento, y más oscuro que el gris. La primera noticia registrada procede de las cuentas de Sancho IV (1294).

PECTAVINO tejido de lana habitualmente blanco que aparece documentado desde la segunda mitad del siglo XIII.

PICOTE tejido de pelo de cabra áspero y basto.

PIEL, pieles que se utilizan (varían según la región): nutria, ardilla gris, marta, castor, armiño, conejo, cordero, … Se lleva como forro, especialmente en ciertos trajes de viaje. Las personas de condición no elevada llevan la piel por fuera. Desde la época de las Cruzadas se extiende por Europa occidental el lujo de las pieles. Se convierte en máxima ambición suntuaria de reyes, nobles y caballeros. Cuero para calzado.

PLUMA tejido de lana procedente de Amiens, presente a finales del siglo XIII.

POLÍMITA tejido de seda elaborado con hilos de diversos colores que ya se encuentra citado en algunos inventarios mozárabes de los siglos X y XI. En Castilla recibía también el nombre de paño gatada porque parecía estar hecho a gotas de muchos colores, y fue elaborado en Alejandría desde tiempos muy antiguos.

PRES tejido de lana azul oscuro a veces con un matiz rojizo que se importaba de Francia. En castellano está documentado por primera vez en las Cortes de Valladolid de 1258.

PÚRPURA tejido de seda teñido de ese color que en el Cantar de Mío Cid se compara al jamete. La General Estaría de Alfonso X describe hacia 1272 la púrpura como un paño de seda teñido con la sangre de un marisco que llaman así. En la crónica castellana de 1344 se presenta como sinónimo de alfolla. Por su gran valor sólo podía ser adquirido por emperadores, papas, reyes, nobles y clérigos. En las Cortes de Jerez de 1268 y en las cuentas de Sancho IV se citan púrpuras procedentes de Oriente y de Venecia.

RASO tejido de seda. Los puntos de ligamento están muy distanciados, dejando ver del lado del tejido liso la trama y del otro la urdimbre.

SARGA tejido de lana (también seda) cuya trama forma unas líneas diagonales y cuya primera noticia en Castilla se registra en el siglo XIII. Se usa para vestir luto.

SAYA tejido de lana que acabó recibiendo el mismo nombre que la prenda de indumentaria con él confeccionada. La forma de la prenda fue cambiando a lo largo de la Edad Media, y el propio término designará posteriormente otras prendas confeccionadas con otros tejidos.

SAYAL tejido de lana muy basto labrado de fibra burda que aparece ya citado en el siglo XII. La lana más basta de todas, para capas de pastores, gabanes de pescadores, capotes…(vestiduras exteriores de la gente más humilde)

SCUTULADO tejido de seda muy semejante al ciclatón con dibujos geométricos en forma de escudos, muy utilizado por la realeza en el siglo XIII. En el sepulcro de Alfonso VIII se encontró una tela de seda verde adornada con escudos rojos apuntados, con castillos de oro y sus arcos en forma de herradura. Las ropas con que fue enterrado Fernando de la Cerda también fueron confeccionadas con telas que portaban el escudo de Castilla y León. En la General Estoria de Alfonso X hacia 12 72 se describen estos paños que llamaban scutulados porque tenían unas pinturas redondas a manera de adargas.

SEDA tejido de seda. Hay documentadas en Castilla sedas de diversas procedencias en el período 1190-1340. La Gran conquista de Ultramar de Alfonso X (hacia 1295) habla de las naves que eran cargadas de grandes mercancías de tierra de Oriente y de paños de seda, y alude a ciertos mensajeros que vinieron muy bien vestidos de ricos paños de seda de Turquía y de Grecia. Los reyes y los ricoshombres del reino ofrecían tejidos de seda como regalo, a veces a personas de estamento inferior con el solo objeto de mostrar su gran poderío. Asimismo, el Poema de Femán González (hacia 1250) se refiere a las muchas tiendas de seda que existían. El tejido más preciado y caro. Poco después de 550 se introdujo en Europa oriental el cultivo de la morera, Grecia y poco después los sarracenos llevan a Sicilia los tejidos. Hacia 1250 se fabricará en Venecia y España (importante Sevilla. por los moros). Las seda de varios colores fueron especialidad de los musulmanes granadinos. Se hacían los tejidos de seda de diversos colores: blanco, negro, morado, pardillo, verde, turquí o turquesado, leonado (sólo existe en los tejijdos de seda, especialmente en rasos y cetíes, significa congoja y tristeza) y carmesí (era el más preciado por ser un tinte costoso y difícil de lograr). La seda más preciosa era la púrpura, que no se refiere al color sino al tejido (había seda púrpura de color violeta, verde, amarillo, rojo, negro).

SURIA tejido de seda procedente de Siria cuyo nombre es un préstamo provenzal al castellano para expresar dicho topónimo. Desde fines del siglo XlII consta. Comparando los listados de precios establecidos en las Cortes castellanas era el doble de caro que la púrpura, y en 1348 se prohibió su uso en enterramientos.

TAFETÁN tejido de seda donde el hilo de la trama avanza entre las hebras de la urdimbre pasando un hilo sí y otro no.

TERCIOPELO tejido de seda. Se hace con 3 pelos (2 urdimbres y una trama) (de ahí su nombre). Uno de los tejidos más utilizados.

TERLIZ tejido de algodón o lino con tres lizas, resistente y por lo común de rayas o cuadros. En Castilla se cita ya en el siglo XlII.

TIRAZ tejido de seda. Tela rica con la que se hacían los trajes regios hasta el siglo XI, época en la que despareció, para volver a utilizarse en el siglo XIII por los reyes de Granada.

TIRITAÑA tejido mixto de seda y lana, endeble y bastante corriente, de origen francés tal vez, aunque su nombre aludiría a la ciudad de Tiro en Siria. Está citado a finales del siglo XIII.

TISÚ tejido de seda entretejida con hilos de oro o plata. Se usa para vestidos de reyes y caballeros principales. Tejido rico producto de industrias castellanas u orientales, siendo preferido los de Siria, que eran imitadas en España con el nombre de surias o tartaríes.

VIADO tejido de lana a rayas formadas por colores distintos en la trama y en la urdimbre del que se tienen noticias entre fines del siglo XlII.

YSEMBRÚN tejido de lana de color marrón teñido de salde hierro y agallas, cuyo nombre tiene origen en el francés antiguo. Se identifica a finales del siglo XIII.

ZARZAHÁN tejido de seda. Se hace con listas de colores. Se comienza a producir a partir del siglo XV.

(LENCEREJA, ESPUMILLA, ALFARDA, no se sabe si es lino, seda o algodón)

(PIEL DE PESCADO (s. XIII) servía para los trajes de novia, dicen que era de color azul marino con manchas doradas).

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hardynwa · 9 months ago

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Three internet fraudsters jailed in Akwa Ibom

A Federal High Court sitting in Uyo, Akwa Ibom State has convicted and sentenced three internet fraudsters to different jail terms for offences bordering on criminal impersonation, internet fraud and possession of fraudulent documents. This was contained in a statement by the Spokesperson of the Economic and Financial Crimes Commission, EFCC, Dele Oyewale, on Monday. The statement noted that the convicts, Abraham Itoro Sunday, Ezea Chidera Charles and Udoh Christopher Gabriel were convicted by Justice Chigozie Sergius Onah upon their arraignment by the Uyo Zonal Command of EFCC, on one-count separate charge bordering on cybercrimes. The charge sheet against the suspect’s rea, “That you Abraham Itoro Sunday ‘ M’ sometime in 2023 within the jurisdiction of this honourable court did fraudulently impersonate Brian O’ Noel on Facebook with the intent to gain advantage for yourself and thereby committed an offence contrary to Section 22 (2)(b)(I) of the Cybercrimes (Prohibition, prevention) Act 2015 and punishable under the same section”. The charge read. The suspects pleaded guilty to all the charges. Based on their pleas, Prosecution counsels, Enobong Ubokudom and Farida Bukar prayed the court to convict and sentence them accordingly. Delivering judgment on Thursday, Justice Onah convicted and sentenced Sunday and Charles to six months imprisonment each with an option of a fine of N200,000.00 (Two Hundred Thousand Naira only), while Gabriel bagged five months jail term with an option of a fine of N150,000.00(One Hundred and Fifty Thousand Naira only). The court also ordered that the three smartphones used by the convicts to perpetrate the crimes be forfeited to the Federal Government of Nigeria. The statement noted that “the convicts started their journey to the Correctional Centre when they were arrested by operatives of the Uyo Zonal Command of the EFCC on November 22, 2023, at different locations in Afaha Atai, in Iko Eket Akwa Ibom State. “Investigation showed that all the convicts impersonated foreigners by using their identities to defraud their victims. While Charles fraudulently portrayed himself as ‘Molina Urovsky’ on Facebook, Sunday portrayed himself as Brian O’niel and Gabriel presented himself as Alexander Douglas on Instagram.” Read the full article

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jimmyaquino · 6 years ago

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Everyone is doing that Oracle of Bacon thing so I will too. It’s the 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon game but with yourself. If you don’t know, I used to be an actor. Mostly theater hit did a handful of soap opera episodes as an Under 5. And only 2 film as an extra. I never did extra work again because it sucked. The terrible movie has 2 names for some reason. Either The Break or A Further Gesture. It started Stephen Rea and Alfred Molina. Even Paul Giamatti had about 2 lines in it as a hotel clerk. Anyway, yup that’s me in he background as a (shocker) BARTENDER! So if Pruitt Taylor Vince is 1 degree from KB, then I’m 2! (I don’t have an IMDb page. It’s steaming on amazon so you can stalk me on it. You’re welcome. #moviestar #6degreesofkevinbacon

#moviestar #6degreesofkevinbacon

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estoyalmando · 7 years ago

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El Blockbuster de Cuatro estrena este sábado la comedia 'Kiki, El amor se hace', con Paco León, Ana Katz y Belén Cuesta

El Blockbuster de Cuatro estrena este sábado la comedia ‘Kiki, El amor se hace’, con Paco León, Ana Katz y Belén Cuesta

El Blockbuster de Cuatro estrena este sábado, 17 de febrero, a partir de las 22:20h la comedia ‘Kiki, El amor se hace’, protagonizada por Paco León, Ana Katz, Belén Cuesta, Natalia de Molina, Álex García, Candela Peña, Luis Callejo, Luis Bermejo, Mari Paz Sayago, Alexandra Jiménez, David Mora, Maite Sandoval, Blanca Apilánez, Rea Gutiérrez, Yaël Belicha, Fernando Soto, Josele Román y Sergio…

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thecreatorsunited · 7 years ago

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 4 years ago

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Change My Mind | Carrie Wilson

Request: Hey! Love ur writing! Could I request a JATP fic where the reader is Julie’s sister who can see the band too, and she’s in love with Carrie. Carrie loves her too but she pushed her away. And basically Julie and the boys trying to get them together.

Author’s note: This is my first Carrie fic I’ve written! And the first wlw au at that! Thanks for requesting this, I loved writing for Carrie! I hope you like this!

Song(s) used: Change my Mind - One Direction

Pairing: Carrie Wilson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 4,250

“Hey sis, we’re gonna rehearse, wanna co--” Julie stops in her tracks on the threshold of her sister’s bedroom as the older sibling quickly drops her phone on her bed, startled at the sudden noise from her sister. “What are you doing?” Julie asks, finding it a tad suspicious why her sister would just drop her phone like that. “Nothing!” Locking her phone, she scrambles off her bed and moves towards the door, “Just scrolling through Instagram, waiting for you to come and get me for band practice.” Julie shoots her a questionable look, but decides not to dig any deeper even though she knows her sister is lying to her. And she’s right. The truth is, Y/N was stalking Carrie Wilson’s Instagram profile. She’s had a crush on the blonde-haired girl since the very first time she saw her perform with Dirty Candi. It may have been the pink wig, or just the fact she looked incredibly confident on that stage with her girls, but it just did something to Y/N that ignited the flame in her heart. Sure, Y/N is a year older than Julie and Carrie, and those two used to be best friends when they were younger, but that doesn’t take her enormous crush away. Besides, it’s not like Carrie could ever like her back. She’s only Y/N Molina, Julie’s big sister with no talent whatsoever. Julie inherited all of their mother’s skills and talent. “‘Sup, guys!” Y/N throws up a peace sign as she enters the barn where Julie’s bandmates are waiting for the two Molina sisters to show up. Julie’s band are ghosts. Yep, you read that right. Ghosts. They showed up here when Julie played their demo and now, every time they sing with Julie everyone else can see them too. Julie and Y/N are the only ones who can see them all the time. It was kinda funny the first time Y/N saw them, actually. They were about to eat dinner when Y/N found Julie in her mom’s studio, talking to three boys. “Uhm, Jules… What are these boys doing here?” Julie and the boys were very confused that she could see them too. But it made it so much easier for Julie since she could at least talk about them with someone. And ever since that first day, she’s been Julie and The Phantoms’ number one fan. The first few minutes of rehearsal, Y/N listens to every song and sings along softly with a couple of them, but by song number five, she’s back on her phone, scrolling through Carrie’s Instagram profile again. At first, it’s just a scrolling through her grid, but then she turns to the highlights of Carrie’s stories, starting with the one titled ‘Dirty Candi’. Giggling, she watches each and every single one of the funny behind the scenes bloopers from their rehearsals. As long as Carrie is certain they’re going to get these routines down and there’s no time pressure, she can actually be very chill and hilarious. Or that’s what Y/N has noticed whenever she sees them rehearsing in Los Feliz High’s gym. “Earth to Y/N,” Alex’s voice makes her snap up from her day dream about the it-girl. “Wh-what?” she stutters, unaware they were talking to her, but very aware she’s grinning like a fool. All four of them stare at the older Molina, all with teasing smirks on their faces. “What’cha looking at?” Reggie asks even though he already knows the answer. “Nothing,” she quickly utters whilst locking her phone as if that would make things less suspicious. “Just some funny TikToks,” she shrugs. Her four friends in front of her exchange knowing glances before placing their instruments on their stands or coming out from behind them to surround their very own Pinnocchio. “What were you really looking at, Y/N?” Luke asks, crossing his arms. “And don’t tell us another lame excuse, we know what you were really doing, Pinnocchio,” Julie adds, raising her eyebrows. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Y/N drops her phone next to her on the sofa and rubs her hands over her face. “We know how you feel about her, Angel,” Alex chimes in with that soft voice of his that could calm Y/N down in an instant. “You don’t have to lie to us.” Luke nods his head in agreement. “Yeah, Y/N. We just wanna help ya,” he says. Y/N hesitates, but then shakes her head anyway. “Just… Don’t,” she says and stands up from the couch before heading into the house again. The four bandmates are left dumbfounded and utterly confused. “Don’t what?” Reggie asks the others, “What can’t we do?” The three others simultaneously roll their eyes before getting back to their instruments. “Can’t we help Y/N? I mean, everyone knows she’s in love with Carrie, right?” he picks up his bass as the words roll off his lips. “Yeah, but if she doesn’t want our help, there’s not much we can do,” Alex replies with a shrug. “I know my sister like I know my own mind, she’ll want to figure it out by herself before getting others involved,” Julie adds while plopping down on the stool behind the keyboard. “So, we’re just gonna do nothing?” Reggie queries. The other exchange solemn glances. “Some friends you are,” he mumbles before plugging his bass into the amp. “Reggie’s right, guys,” Luke finally says. Reggie’s face lights up at his buddy’s words. There aren’t very many moments where Luke would agree with anything Reggie says. “We can’t just let her mope around the house and do nothing about her crush on Carrie, which by the way is totally mutual.” Julie’s eyebrows rise at the leadman’s words. “How’d you know that?” she asks. Luke lets out a huff as the corners of his lips turn up ever so slightly into the cheesiest smile as he shoots alarming glances at his buddies. “Luke Patterson, how do you know that?” Julie’s voice sounds so stern and nearly angry, it scares Luke ever so slightly. “Uhm…” all three of them shriek out into that high-pitched tone of theirs they only use when they’ve said something they shouldn’t have. Alex sighs when he sees Julie’s face turn from angry to I-swear-I’d-kill-you-if-you-weren’t-already-dead. “We may have stalked Carrie a tiny bit when we found out about Y/N’s crush on her.” “Alex,” Luke snarls, but immediately calms down again upon seeing Julie’s glare directed to him. “But we actually found some pretty interesting things!” he continues as if that’s going to make it any better. “Yeah! We found her lying on her bed, scrolling through Y/N’s Instagram for a while before she started writing a song called ‘my love’,” Reggie carries on with the story. “Spoiler alert, she didn’t sing about a boy or ‘his eyes are so pretty’. Nope! It was actually about a girl!” “That could be about everyone, guys,” Julie rolls her eyes. The boys exchange another glance before bursting out into the snippet of the song they heard that day in Carrie’s bedroom. “I’d so be with you if it wasn’t for your sister, or the fact that you’d rather be with a mister!” Julie’s eyes widen at this. Girl code states you never date your brother, but in this heteronormative world, no one ever said anything about sisters. But that’s probably a given you wouldn’t date your best friend’s sister either, right? Plus, Carrie and Julie haven’t been friends for a while, that could be another reason why Carrie wouldn’t date Y/N. “You guys might be right,” Julie whispers as though she’s telling them a secret. “Let’s end rehearsals and think of a way to help them get together!” The four of them placed their instruments back in their places again or come out from behind them, and gather on the couch and armchairs to figure out a scheme to trick Y/N and Carrie into a date. It’s going to be difficult, but they’re all up for the task. They just want to see Y/N happy.

About three days later, while at school, Y/N receives a text from Julie, telling her to meet the band in the music room during lunch. Confused as to why the band would be at Los Feliz High, Y/N drags her feet towards the classroom, only to find a picnic blanket with food scattered all around it in the middle of the floor. “Guys?” she calls out, hoping the boys would explain what’s going on. “Y/N?” a soft, melodic voice sounds from behind her. The girl immediately turns to find, in her opinion, the most beautiful girl that ever walked this earth. Her hair is curled to perfection, cascading down her right shoulder and framing her beautiful round-ish face. Her brown eyes are curiously and confusedly darting around the room before landing on Y/N’s face. Question marks are haunting the beautiful dark orbs Y/N had fallen in love with. “What’s going on?” “I-I…” Y/N doesn’t even know what to tell her. She barely knows what’s going on herself. Carrie holds a perfectly manicured finger up as a thought crosses her mind. “This isn’t what I think it is right?” Y/N opens her mouth to say something, but nothing other than weird sounds fall out. Making a great impression, Molina, she thinks to herself. “Y/N, we can’t. I can’t. Just… Don’t.” Carrie turns on her heels and leaves the music room along with the sadness and pain of a broken heart. She hears a whoosh behind her before she hears Alex’s voice say, “We’re so sorry, Y/N, we wanted to help…” As tears stream down Y/N's face, she forcefully turns around to face her friends. “I told you guys to just not do anything and you can’t even do that! Stop meddling in my life, for crying out loud! I never needed you here! I never asked you to do this! Just stay out of my life!” Her voice is shrill and cold. So cold, it even chills the three ghost boys. After sending them one last sharp glare, she turns on her heel and rushes out of the room. She doesn’t even realize she’d run past her sister and her best friend, even though the two call after her. The sobs wracking through her body deafen her whilst she blindly finds her way to the bathroom and into a stall where she collapses to the floor. “Hermanita?” Her sister’s voice calling out is the first thing she hears between all the sobs and sniffles. Julie, hearing this, starts pushing against all stall doors until one opens slightly before bumping into Y/N’s knees. The girl scoots over as far as she can to let her sister inside, deciding she needs her little JuJu right now. “I’m so sorry, Hermanita,” she whispers as she slides down to the floor too on the opposite side of the stall. Their knees touch, which feels weirdly comforting to Y/N. “No, it’s okay…” she sniffles, “At least now I really know where I stand, you know?” Julie presses her lips together into a tight smile before sliding forward onto the dirty bathroom floor and wrapping her arms around her big sister in a kind of awkward hug. “You deserve so much better than Carrie Wilson, Y/N/N,” she whispers in the older Molina’s ear. “So much better and so much more.” More tears roll down Y/N’s cheeks upon hearing these words. “But all I want is her, JuJu,” she cries out. Hearing her sister break down like this breaks Julie’s entire heart in a thousand pieces. She was so wrong about trying to set her sister up with Carrie on this date, but there might just be another way to help her instead. All she’d need is the boys for moral support and a bit of alone time with Carrie. That should do it.

That night, Julie takes the boys with her to go to the Wilson’s. To Julie’s surprise, Trevor opens the door with a surprised smile on his face upon seeing his daughter’s ex-best friend. That ex-best friend, however, tries to focus on the man in front of her instead of the tensing, nervous boys behind her. They still hadn’t been able to talk to Trevor about the whole song-stealing thing. “Hey, Trevor, is Carrie home?” Julie asks with the widest smile on her face to try and hide how nervous she really is. This is either going to ruin Y/N chances with Carrie completely or help them finally get together. She’s banking on the latter, trying to stay optimistic. “Uhm, yeah, she’s upstairs in her room. She hasn’t left since coming home from school,” Trevor explains as he steps aside to let the young girl inside. “Think I heard her crying too, so I’m kinda worried, but kinda scared to go in and ask. You know how she is.” Julie simply nods her head at the overexplaining man. “I’ll go and check up on her. I wanna talk to her about something anyways.” Trevor offers her a thankful smile before letting her go upstairs. Still being followed by the three ghost boys, Julie makes her way up to Carrie’s room. Memories from when she used to come here on play dates when they were younger flood in her brain. It’s a nostalgic, yet heartbreaking feeling. Upon arriving at Carrie’s bedroom, Julie raises her fist to knock on the door, but stops half-way there. “What’s she waiting for?” she hears Reggie whisper behind her. “You got this, Julie,” Luke encourages, and Alex chimes in too with the words she needs to hear at this very moment. “For Y/N.” Her fist knocks a soft, steady beat on the wooden door, and then the waiting game commences. Which doesn’t last too long. Twenty seconds max. Before that, there’s some rustling, some nose blowing noises, and then the door opens. Carrie’s face falters upon seeing Julie’s face, but Julie doesn’t care. All she cares about is the fact that Carrie’s eyes look red and puffy, as if she’d been crying all day. Trevor was right about hearing sobs. “What do you want?” she asks sharply, but her voice still wavers ever so slightly. “I wanna talk to you…” Julie says, and as Carrie opens her mouth to object, she follows with, “About Y/N.” The blonde girl’s eyes tear up upon hearing the name as it’s clearly the big trigger for her breakdown. Carrie opens her bedroom door a little further before turning and walking inside, leaving it open for Julie to follow. She and the boys walk inside, and while Julie stops in the middle of the room, the boys scatter around. Luke goes to sit on the edge at the foot of Carrie’s bed since she’s resting against the headboard, Alex takes a seat in the bright pink armchair and Reggie sits down on her desk, knocking Carrie’s pencil case off. The owner’s eyes widen upon seeing the pencil case drop without a cause while Julie just shoots Reggie a glare. He whispers a sorry while holding his hands up in defense. “What do you have to say?” Carrie then focuses back on the intruder in her house. “I …” She realizes she has no clue what she’s going to say or how she’s going to say it. “Carrie… I know you’re in love with my sister,” she then blurts out. Carrie perches up at this, eyes wide and filled with terror. “It’s fine, Carrie. It really is okay. I’m glad, even! She’s mad for you too, girl. And I kinda set up the whole picnic thing in the music room to force you two together, finally, but I guess that kinda backfired…” “Y/N’s in love with me?” she asks, and Julie nods. “I thought she hated me because I kinda dropped both of you when your mother died…” A twinge of pain shoots through Julie’s body at the memory of their fight. “I don’t get it either, but she does really love you.” Carrie chuckles light-heartedly at that, telling Julie it’s okay to do so, too. “Why did you run away from her at lunch?” she then asks, looking at Carrie who’s fidgeting with the hem of a cushion. “Because I’m scared,” she says after a few beats of silence. “Scared that if we date, people are gonna talk. Scared our fighting might put a wedge between our relationship. Scared my dad’s going to react weirdly.” Julie subtly glances at Alex. He’s giving her a reassuring look, telling her Trevor was really okay with him being gay. “It’s 2020, Carrie, I’m sure most people at our school would be jealous of whoever you date, whether it’s a guy, a gal, or a non-binary pal.” She carefully inches closer to the bed. “I heard your dad is pretty okay with the lgbtq community. My mom once told me he had a friend that was gay and he supported him and didn’t treat him any different.” She takes a deep breath before sitting down next to Luke. “And as regards to our fight, I’m willing to put that grudge aside if it means you’ll tell my sister the truth.” A twinkle in Carrie’s eyes tells Julie she likes the sound of that idea very much. “It’s been a year, Carrie. I’m pretty sick of us fighting anyway and I miss the fun times we had together,” Julie shrugs as she brings out the words carefully. Before she can even register it, Carrie has launched herself forward and taken Julie in her arms for a tight hug. Julie is surprised at first, but then wraps her arms around her oldest friend too. The boys watch the scene with tender eyes, glad this is going so well. After a while, Carrie pulls back and holds Julie at arm's length. “Can we keep the rivalry for our shows though? I think it adds a little more showbizz to it,” she says, which makes Julie snicker, shaking her head in disbelief. “Okay, then can I ask you for another favor?” “What is it?” Julie asks, glancing at Luke quickly. He’s as intrigued as she is. “I don’t know what to say to Y/N that doesn’t make me look like a fool.” The Carrie Julie used to know back in the day is rearing its head again. It’s a soft, shy version of the one Los Feliz High knows. It’s the version Y/N fell in love with. “I have an idea.”

For about a week, Carrie comes in on rehearsals to rehearse their surprise for Y/N, but of course, they have to hide it for the older Molina. They’d rehearse at Carrie’s place or in the garage whenever Y/N was with friends or at Carlos’ baseball games. Whenever she did walk in, Carrie would hide behind Alex’s drum kit, trying her hardest to withhold herself from jumping out and just confessing her love to the girl. This is the most perfect surprise and if she ruins it now, it’s going to take away the romantic flair of it all. On Friday, they’re finally ready to execute the plan. Julie sets up her keyboard outside in the garden underneath her sister’s bedroom window, along with a microphone for Carrie, plugged into the amp. The boys are ready to jump in too, instruments in hand, ready to go. “Ready?” Julie whispers to Carrie. The girl nods her head, but the fear in her eyes says something different. “You got this,” she utters the words Luke always tells her. “Okay, let’s go,” she whispers. Julie starts playing a couple of notes on her piano whilst Luke starts to strum his guitar, suddenly appearing to Carrie. The girl, now a little calmed down, inhales deeply before starting to sing, her soft melodic voice carrying through the night. “The end of the night We should say goodbye But we carry on While everyone's gone” Y/N’s lying on her bed, scrolling aimlessly through Instagram when she hears the voice of an angel in the night from outside her bedroom window. Thinking it’s Julie and the band rehearsing, she ignores it and continues scrolling. “Never felt like this before Are we friends or are we more As I'm walking towards the door I'm not sure” Alex and Reggie join in too, appearing next to Luke and Julie, and giving Carrie another boost of confidence. In the past week, these hologram boys have really given her a little more confidence for this surprise as she really didn’t think she could do this. “But baby if you say you want me to stay I'll change my mind 'Cause I don't wanna know I'm walking away If you'll be mine Won't go, won't go So baby if you say you want me to stay Stay for the night I'll change my mind” Y/N finally starts to realize that this isn’t Julie’s voice at all, and crawls off her bed, leaving her phone there. Carefully, but drawn in by the music, she moves to her window and opens it further to find Carrie along with the rest of the bend on the lawn. Upon seeing Y/N’s beautiful face, Carrie’s lips curl upwards, reaching her eyes. The other confidence boost she needed. “Lean in when you laugh We take photographs There's no music on But we dance along” Y/N sits down on her window sill, enthralled by the gorgeous voice serenading her from her backyard. She glances at the boys and Julie once, and each of them has the proudest, happiest smile on their faces. Happy they could help their friends finally get together. “Never felt like this before Are we friends or are we more As I'm walking towards the door I'm not sure” Then Y/N focuses back on Carrie and the words she’s singing, feeling each and every single one of them deep in her heart. It even makes her tear up a little. “But baby if you say you want me to stay I'll change my mind 'Cause I don't wanna know I'm walking away If you'll be mine Won't go, won't go So baby if you say you want me to stay Stay for the night I'll change my mind I'll change my mind” Carrie takes the mic off the stand and walks even closer towards the window, never breaking the intense eye contact the two are sharing. “Baby if you say you want me to stay I'll change my mind” Quickly wiping away the tears that have fallen, Y/N makes her way downstairs and into the yard as fast as she can, in time to hear them sing the last chorus. Carrie, having seen this, is waiting for her at the door and grabs her hand to lead her towards the rest of the band whilst still singing to her girl. “But baby if you say you want me to stay I'll change my mind 'Cause I don't wanna know I'm walking away If you'll be mine Won't go, won't go So baby if you say you want me to stay Stay for the night I'll change my mind” The boys stop playing, and to Carrie, they disappear, but Y/N can see they’re still there. It does make her relax a little, knowing she has their moral support. Carrie takes both her hands in hers, pulling her a little closer to her body as she inhales deeply. “That was beautiful, Care, I--” Carrie interrupts her by placing a finger on her lips. “Please, let me talk?” Y/N nods her head slowly as Carrie removes her finger and places her hand back in Y/N’s. “I’ve been so scared about what people at school would say behind my back or what my dad would say, but… I don’t care what they say, Y/N. I am so in love with you and I have been for a while now, but I was so scared to admit that even to myself. But I know now that it’s okay to love whoever you wanna love and I know that the people who love me will still love me and will realize that nothing has changed. I know now I wanna be with you, Y/N.” A smile plays at Y/N’s lips upon hearing those words. The words she wanted to hear for such a long time have now finally reached her ears and settled in her brain for her to think back on later. “I wanna be with you too, Carrie. You have no clue how long I’ve wanted to tell you that,” she chuckles, and Carrie lets out a giggle too. It’s Y/N’s favorite sound in the entire world. Carrie then lets go of Y/N’s hands and places hers on her cheeks instead, bringing the girl closer to press their lips together for their very first kiss. The firework-filled, long-awaited kiss that sends Julie’s ghost band into loud cheers. Y/N is too focused on the girl kissing her, she doesn’t even notice. Carrie is finally kissing her. The girl she’s been pining for is finally kissing her. They’re actually together. That’s something she’d never thought would happen, but now that it’s happened, it’s better than she could ever dream of.

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