#also Marisol bless her

[thosesillylittlegayghosts]

So I’m finally watching the latest 911 episode and oh good god It’s so much worse than I thought it would be

[thefirstflowers]

I really don’t understand why people are suddenly giving up on buddie. Especially with everything we got in the last episode.

I mean Eddie’s CATHOLIC GUILT finally being canon?? We used to dream about times like these. And yea, obviously, it wasn’t used the way we thought it would be. But I think it makes sense to introduce it in a comical way now, and then be able to reference it in his coming out journey later on. We all know how the homophobes would react if the first time they mentioned it was when Eddie was having his own realisation.

And don’t even get me started on the coming out scene. The way Eddie was more suprised that Tommy, a man he has known for less than a month, is gay, than the fact that his best friend of five years is suddenly into guys. Because, even though he’s not homophobic, he still has some preconceived notions of what a gay man should be like and a macho ex-military dude who’s into basketball and muay thai isn’t it.

And I know that we joked about how all these comparisons between Eddie and Tommy were being made to show us that Eddie is Buck’s type. But I think it’s also gonna play a big part in Eddie’s journey of self-acceptance.

And thanks to Lou (bless him) we even know that the writers are talking about making Eddie canonically queer.

And just because that arc fell through, that doesn’t mean it won’t still happen in a different way. It definitely makes more sense to have Eddie come to his realisation when he’s forced to confront all the toxic masculinity and catholic guilt he grew up with.

There’s also some people who are worried that either Buck/Tommy or Eddie/Marisol are gonna stay together for a long time, but I don’t think that’s the case for either of them.

Not that Lou couldn’t come back later on, but as of right now it seems like ep 6 is his last. Which honestly makes me kind of sad because, even though buddie will always be endgame for me, he seems kind of fun.

Edy, on the other hand, annoyes the hell out of me and I hope her transphobic/homophobic ass won’t stay for much longer.

[littlerocks]

This scene is wonderful, the scene where vinee given the medal to the firefighters, it appears the perosne they love, their family: hen with karen and her children, Chim with Maddie, Eddie with Chris and marisol and Tommy with Buck (with that look so proud of his boyfriend, from "that guy is coll" to "that guy is mine") and finally tommy feels inside a family

The fact that Tommy is a diminutive of his real name Thomas and so not his actual name destabilized me ahahahh

I was thinking the fact that with Tommy they show buck, and as if they want to make it clear that he actually doesn't have any figure that can correspond as a family, and that with buck, he found that feeling of family (?). I hope they will show something from tommy's past because then we will understand his character even more

However that look of buck, in observing tommy, full of pride and love is beautiful, it's literally "that handsome guy, that hot pilot who flew over a hurricane and saved everybody, he's my beautiful boyfriend."

As for the hen and karen family, I'm too happy to see Mara so happy to finally have a family that loves her, and she's no longer that scared mara of the first episodes but she has found in hen, karen and denny her family that will always protect her

"Enjoy it while it lasts" this cynical sarcasm of tommy i love him, simply he is like this and i love him so much, like buck loves him

Tommy's sarcasm, when he makes quips, it's not making fun like denigrating a person but it's those jokes, the kind of sarcasm that you make when you know the other person and you know you can do because they don't take it in a negative way and in fact laugh about it, and for me that's what buck and tommy do, like while they're texting, like tommy makes jokes that are a little bit cynical, that kind of thing and buck countering but in a funny way

However Ravi represents me, literally it's me going to parties, just to eat

My guess is that when buck sees Gerard, and says "that's him, huh?" with that sigh, he was already preparing himself to endure the negative things gerard would say toward tommy or 118 in general

Just heard gerard's voice, chim with that face like "oh no then, my biggest nightmare came true," tommy has a face like "really this is coming to talk to us?"

Chim literally the protector of tommy and buck, like "do you have something against them?" automatically you have something against me

Then that "line" of gerard about "i heard you got your wings", i want to see gerard to use a helicopter in a freaking hurricane, risk his job to help his friends, in my opinion, if there was no chim to put him in his place, buck would have done like: give his plate to tommy saying "wait a minute" he walks up to gerard and says to him "tommy had such courage to fly a helicopter, going inside a hurricane to save those people, while risking his job and you don't even have a quarter of his courage and love for his job to do this act of bravery" and then finish " and also this beautiful hot pilot with even a medal of honor is none other than my beautiful fiancé, so don't you ever try to insult or denigrate him again" like it would have been beautiful, but we have however at the same time Chim putting him back in his place and finally silencing him. FORCE Chim we are all with you

CHIM FOREVER, WE ARE ALL WITH YOU IN DESTROYING GERARD

Buck giving that look gerard, and kind of warning look, like woe is you if you hurt tommy again, or chim or hen and everybody else in 118

This scene is beautiful, literally scene between father and son, where the father telling the son that he is proud of him, his evolution as a person and also he even gave his blessing to tommy, typical father, too beautiful this scene

"tommy is a good person, and good for you" "how do you know?" "because we haven't talked" and buck smiling happily, like you can see that buck is happy to be with tommy such that others can see it too, I'm too happy

Then we got the testimony that tommy and buck see each other in the evening, and maybe they even sleep together, that duffel bag that buck gets him ready to go to tommy's is the testimony, and maybe that's because we see tommy at the hospital in 7x10 like buck going home to tommy's (I hope so, and I hope they show tommy's house) and like they are ready to go to sleep and then buck is called and he is told that bobby is in the hospital and they both go there, anyway before that it would be nice to also see a little scene of buck and tommy together of like them gaurding the TV or eating together, that would be beautiful

However buck and tommy literally are made for each other, in the sense that they found each other and they are right for both of them, like buck found in tommy a person who loves him and even shows it, such as going to the hospital even though he had a stressful shift and went anyway because he knew it was important to buck and he went anyway even though he knew he was tired and all dirty, without even changing or cleaning up because he was already late and didn't want to be even later, and so for me tommy is the kind of person who maybe doesn't say it in words that he loves a person but shows it through attitudes

While for Tommy in my opinion he found a family in Buck, in the sense that in my opinion Tommy has a troubled past, perhaps with the family and therefore he has never managed to be part of a family and the moment he met Buck he finally did feels like a family, also adding 118, and perhaps as if throughout his life he has always had to manage on his own, in the sense that when he needed a person to console him or who was there to help him, or just to comfort him, he never had it and as soon as he met buck he finally found that kind of person who knows that if he had a bad moment or a bad day, he knows that buck would be there ready to console him, even like cooking something just to say "I'm here with you and I'm not leaving, and you know that if you need to let off steam I'm here for you"

I like the two of them together too much, because yes they are different in character, but it's not that being different in a negative way in the sense that they can't be together because that being different is too much to handle, while they although they are different, manage to fit together and create a beautiful bond

[terresdebrume]

Got the idea for this snippet in the limo driver!Joe verse, and I *could,* have left it in the wip folder for later but I thought eh, it's gonna be super short, might as well share it! Turns out it's not that short after but oh well. I'll live xD

Takes place in the same universe & year as Blessings of the Children [Tumblr version]

"I think I'm going to go refill my drink," David announces in the middle of a lull in the conversation. "Anyone wants a top off?"

Janice Roberts, the Hummels and Alan Parrish puts their orders in—two punches, one soda water, one coke—and Joe's elbow is unceremoniously seized and pulled aside.

"You're helping me carry all that."

In normal circumstances, Joe would tell him exactly where he can shove the idea. He'd probably end up going anyway but you know. He'd at least put in a protest out of principle. But then he normal circumstances he wouldn't be caught dead talking to a woman who not only birthed Ruthie's one time bully but also managed to make a pointed remark about the size of his nose and make a pass at him in the same conversation.

So, exceptionally, Joe lets himself be dragged away.

"I'm never covering another fucking dance," he tells David in German as they circle around the crowd of dancing teenagers to reach the buffet. "I don't care if Ruth begs me on her knees, I'm fucking done."

David throws him a skeptical glance over his shoulder, and it would be a hell of a lot less irritating if they didn't both know Joe is being full of shit. Oh, sure, he put up a fight when Ruth asked him to chaperone at her winter formal, but it was mostly for show. Not that Ruth needs to know that, of course. David doesn't need to know that either, for that matter, but he's always had a nasty habit of getting Joe, even when he was a kid, so... There they are.

"I swear to God," Joe continues anyway, lowering his voice when they step up to the table and he spots Ruthie's German teacher in the queue, "if fucking Janice leans on me one more fucking time, I'm gonna murder her."

"She is handsy, isn't she?" David hums as he maneuvers the three solo cups he's carrying onto the table and begins to look for Janice's soda water. "I like Denise though."

He's sticking to German too, quiet enough that Joe almost doesn't hear him. His words make Joe shrug. Sure, Denise Hummel seems fine. Not best friend material, probably, but not someone Joe is actively repelled by at least.

"I ain't talking about Denise," Joe hisses, gathering the coke and soda water cups while David fills the remaining ones with punch, "I'm talking—"

"Talking about Janice, yes, I heard," David says, eyes still on the cups.

He starts shuffling his way back around the room, and Joe plants himself firmly in his trail to avoid the bulk of the jostling.

"Don't act like you like her," he hisses at David's back. "I know your fucking face."

"I prefer to remain polite in social situations," David says, going for prim and landing on snotty.

Joe snorts. German or English, David tends to go formal when he's trying not to let on what he thinks. It doesn't really work, but it's funny to watch. Also, Joe's heard enough stories from David's days of mandatory upper crust socializing to know that line about staying polite is a big fat lie. He's probably just saying that to get a rise out of Joe for trouncing him at Mario Kart again. They run into Ruthie on their way back. She's guffawing about something with her friends Marisol and Isaac, and gives Joe a big smile before scowling at David in the most unsubtle way possible. Joe can't help a scowl of his own at the sight, but David just smiles harder and nods at Ruth and doesn't stop to talk to her.

When they rejoin the group that absorbed them earlier, the conversation has moved from the latest cinematic success to the merits of yoga vs pilates. Joe couldn't give a shit about either of those, but he tries to make some noise. It's mostly for Ruthie's sake. If it was just him, Joe would follow David's lead and keep his fucking mouth shut until he can escape the group.

The conversation goes from sports to self care, and Janice is in the middle of talking about her new haircut when David cuts her off to ask:

"How much did you pay for it?"

He doesn't look annoyed anymore, the stony look gone from his face. Instead, his eyes have widened in this faux-innocent sort of expression he does when he's about to give someone a piece of his mind, and Joe hurries to bury his nose in his cup of punch.

"Oh, not a lot," Janice says with a smug smile. "Only twenty-five dollars, why?"

"Mhm. You got ripped off."

There is absolutely no fucking way anyone mistakes Joe's loud snort for a cough. Not even when he starts choking on his drink and David reaches out to pat his back without a concern in the world. Joe's too busy not dying to look, but he knows exactly the kind of face he'll find there. It's the same face he pulled as a kid when he'd tell adults they were annoying or asking stupid questions. It's the same face he gave his driving instructor when he was eighteen, right before he told him the only reason he agreed to be in a car with him was to get his permit. The same face he'd made, last summer, when his mother asked him if he'd rather spend time with the driver than his own family and David blinked, and stared at her, and said 'yes of course' as cool as a fucking cucumber.

You wouldn't get torture that shit out of Joe, but he loves this face.

"Well," David says just as Joe gets his coughing and laughter somewhat under control, "now that everyone's uncomfortable."

And he must nod, the fucking asshole, right before he grips Joe's shoulder and drags him away from the group and next to the door. Joe follows him with his hands in his pockets, clinging to his poker face for dear fucking life as they come to a stop. Then, because he simply can't resist, he whistles and says:

"Don't hold back Web. Tell them what you really think!"

David rolls his eyes.

"This is me holding back," he mumbles, and Joe can't help huffing a heartfelt:

"Jesus. Now I'm curious to see what it looks like when you don't hold back."

David's expression turns outright smug, and Joe has to hide his answering smirk behind the rim of his solo cup.

[rowanwriting]

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lost in death —

Cassidy Sullivan is dead.

He's been dead for five years, watching his girlfriend move on without him. He's been dead for ten years, watching his parents mourn. He's been dead for thirty years, as the world changes around him and he remains the same, in the small apartment he died in. He's been dead for fifty years, and everyone has forgotten him.

Tristan Kent is a psychic.

More of a curse than a blessing, their so-called gift has ruined their life. Unable to go to school or work, they eke out a meager existence be exploiting their abilities from a small metaphysical shop. They don't believe in most of the things they sell, neither gods nor demons nor angels, but they know that something must be real, else they wouldn't be haunted.

When a regular client of Tristan’s volunteers them for a local ghost hunting reality show on the extremely haunted Wentworth Street House, Tristan takes the job only for the money. They have no interest in proving the supernatural to be real — they already know that it is. But the presence that haunts the house is like none they’ve ever sensed before, and their not sure what to make of that, save to find out more.

As the reality show commences, the ten so-called psychics come to exorcise the house. Tristan must discover who is genuine, who is faking it, and whether to help Cassidy resist expulsion. But there is more to the Wentworth Street House than even Cassidy knows, and soon he’s the only thing between Tristan and a sinister force that has remained hidden from his sight all these years.

the kraken —

Fifteen years ago, the love of Marisolle’s young life was discovered and brutally executed by her father, the Prince-Regent, for crimes against the Crown. Hardening her heart, the princess swore never to love again.

Now queen in her own right, married, and with children of her own, Marisolle is content, if not happy. She rules well and is beloved by her people, and her country is more prosperous than ever. But there are enemies on the horizon, and Marisolle soon must seek desperate help if her rule is to survive.

Theovold left his home almost ten years ago to join the queen of Mavacia in an arranged marriage. He loves his children, and adores his wife, even as he feels the deep chasm between them, the pain of a love lost. But his attempts at wooing her may come to a stop when Mavacia is attacked, and a new man comes into her life.

Vincenze is a pirate, nothing more and nothing less. When the Queen of Mavacia offers him a Letter of Marque, permission to sail under her name and banner, in return for his aid in the coming war, he knows that he cannot run from his past any longer.

And as Marisolle, Theovold, and Vincenze come together to face their enemies, the Sea Witch watches, pieces falling into place.

the beyond —

The year is 2284. Humanity has long ago risen to the stars, joining a galactic community of ascended species. No longer alone in the universe, the Helios Accord brought the countries of Earth together into one united government, The Sol Federation.

Emelyn Kane is a washed up soldier, a mercenary working solo. Born far from Earth, she spends most of her time on her ship, going from job to job and trying not to think about how she ended up disgraced and discharged from the human military.

When her ship crash lands on an uncharted planet, Emelyn believes her life, such as it is, has ended. But the planet is life bearing, inhabited by a sentient species. And the indigenous people, the Vescai, have strange abilities — abilities that have kept their massive empire hidden from the rest of the universe.

Even when she gets used to life on the beautiful planet she is now stranded on, Emelyn knows that she is the last person who should be seen as a vanguard of humanity, let alone an ambassador for the entire ascended galaxy.

As the Vescai debate her very appearance on one of their planets, Emelyn must decide if she wished to remain with them, or allow them to wipe her memory or send her home. But her choice might be taken out of her hands, as she soon begins to develop the very abilities the Vescai treasure.

the prince of stars —

A cursed prince must find and kill the fallen star that foretold his doom before his twentieth birthday.

Prince Riavyn is born under a falling star, cursing both him and the realm he is one day meant to rule. If he is ever crowned king, he will bring war and ruin to his country. At least, so long as the star lives. Now nearing his nineteenth birthday, Riavyn is more determined to be king than ever, despite being removed from the line of succession by his mother, the queen.

His only chance to regain his standing in the royal family and redeem himself is to seek out the living star, and kill it before nightfall on his twentieth birthday, when the astromancers say the curse will become everlasting.

Along with the captain of his guard, Riavyn sets out to hunt the star down, knowing that it’s his only chance to become king. But the curse is more powerful than he knows, and breaking it might have consequences he never imagined.

A star is not meant to die, after all.

[garbinge]

Tribute

Angel Reyes & EZ Reyes & OFC Manny Reyes From these August Prompts:  “Tribute” A/N: A little angsty moment for my favorite little fictional family. Word Count: 2.1k Warnings: Mentions of death, drinking/being drunk, prison, loss of a family member, very angsty, sibling issues.  Mayans MC Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @narcolini @danzer8705

The door creaked and the noise echoed throughout the empty church as Manny made her way in. In one hand there were flowers, her mother’s favorite, in the other hand was a note. She was the only one there, she hoped that’s how it’d stay, but she also knew better. 

As she made her way up to prayer candles, she stopped at the pew that had her mother’s name etched on a golden plate. Her hand moved slowly over it, remembering how simple times were back before her passing. Remembering how difficult they were in the days after. 

Angel and Felipe were the only two Reyes in the church. In fact, they were the only two people in the church at all. The memorial service for Marisol wasn’t much, just a short mass followed by the blessing of the plaque that would sit in the pew Felipe and Marisol would find themselves in most Sundays. 

Now, after the frequent church goers and few friends of the family had left, Angel and Felipe were standing alone in the pew while the other two Reyes were elsewhere. EZ had a reasonable excuse to miss his mother’s memorial. He was sitting in prison, where he’d be for the next 20 years, at least. Manny on the other hand, well, no one knew where she was. Angel had called her a few times, Felipe didn’t bother. Angel wasn’t sure if they were standing here because Felipe was waiting for Marisol’s angel to appear or if they were waiting for Manny to show up, either one would be classified as a miracle. 

I guess, everyday holds the possibility of a miracle. Manny came stumbling into the church. Felipe’s head didn’t turn the way Angel’s did. Angel’s eyes fell on his younger sister and he immediately knew she was drunk. Now, Felipe was on the move, walking the middle aisle to the exit of the church. He stopped when he came face to face with his daughter, leaving a kiss on her forehead. Felipe was a silent one but Manny expected him to say something to her, anything. She knew he had to smell the alcohol on her breath, the fact she was late, there had to be something he wanted to say. But there was nothing, he just made his way past her and a few minutes later the sound of a car starting filled the silence in the church. 

“You missed everything.” Angel spoke up now stepping through the pew. 

“And yet I still haven’t missed nearly as much as our little brother has.” Manny pointedly spoke to Angel. 

“Manny don’t do this.” Angel was walking towards her now, less aggravation in his voice and more sorrow. He reached his hand out to her. 

“No!” Her hand pulled back in defiance of her older brother. Angel towered over her now, but his face was filled with worry and shock that almost made him look smaller than her. “How the fuck can you stand here? Next to dad? Honoring mom? When our little fuckin’ brother is behind bars.” She shook her head, tears starting to fall down her face. Her voice was loud, it echoed in the church, it echoed in her own head, it echoed in Angel’s as well. Now she spoke quietly, the tears streaming from her face in a constant flow now. “We were supposed to protect him. We were supposed to be our brother’s keeper. There–there were 3 of us, we should have protected mom.” 

Angel stepped forward and engulfed her into a hug. Manny protested at first, her fists slamming against his chest, the sobs coming from her mouth were ones of agony. “Manny, stop it.” 

“Why should I?” 

“Because I’m your big brother, I’m tryna be my sisters fuckin’ keeper right now.” Angel’s voice was full of care despite it being frustrated. 

At that, Manny stopped protesting. She let her sobs out while Angel stood their with her, letting a couple of his own tears out. 

After a few minutes, Manny let go of their embrace and stepped forward towards the cross that was front and center in the church. Angel didn’t follow her there, just took a seat in the memorial pew. 

“Has he let you visit him?” Manny was staring up at the cross with her head tilted. 

“I haven’t gone.” 

Manny didn’t turn to look at him, even though she wanted to. She wasn’t shocked, but her heart definitely sunk hearing Angel say that. 

“He won’t come out, I went to see him today. It’s why I’m late. I sat there for an hour waiting for him and he didn’t come out.”  Manny shook her head and moved over to the candle, pulling out a few quarters to put into the coin slot to receive the match to light the candle. 

“You gotta let him process.” Angel tried to defend EZ. 

“And us?” Manny turned around now in a swift movement to stare at Angel, waiting for a response. 

“I don’t know, Manny.” Angel leaned back more in the pew, more relaxed even though he definitely wasn’t. There was a little pride in Manny feeling like she stumped him out of a response. “We keep living our lives.” Angel’s hands lifted up in an effort to display his cluelessness of what to do. 

Manny turned back to the candles, a deep breath being inhaled in at Angel’s words. Before responding, she struck the match against the sanded surface and placed it inside the candle. Her eyes closed for a few seconds, a silent prayer being said as the candle wick caught the matches flame. 

She pulled the match away, waved it against the air next to her to put it out and tossed it in the match disposal bin. Her hand moved to her necklace and grabbed the locket and brought it up to her mouth and kissed it. “Te amo, Mami.” 

She made her way back to the pew and plopped down next to Angel, leaning back just like he was. 

“Is that how you do that?” She pointed to the prospect kutte he was wearing. “Is that how you keep living life?” 

“Yea, it is.” He shook his head, trying to guage his sisters mood.

Manny hated it. It was more the idea that this group, this club, this gang was going to be taking the only brother she had left away. It meant more of a chance he’d get locked up, more of a chance he’d die. Just, the risk was higher. She had seen how the president of the club treated Angel, she had seen how they pulled him away from her grieving family. Little to her knowledge, she’d eventually come around to the club, or least some of the members in the club, she’d see the benefit of it all and how that somehow outweighed the risk but in this moment, it was new and she hated it. 

Her eyes fell upon the plaque that was now bolted to the pew, the holy water still not dry on it and sitting as droplets on the etched words. In loving memory of Marisol Reyes. She would have hated it. Maybe that was also why Manny felt the need to hate it, let her mother live on. 

After a few minutes she was standing up, back in the middle aisle staring at the exit doors. 

“Next time you come in here, don’t have that shit on. Have some fuckin’ respect for our mother.” 

Manny didn’t look at him, just began walking towards the exit. As she pushed the doors open, she was met with her car gone, and Felipe’s truck still here. 

The forehead kiss. He must’ve reached into her pocket and grabbed her keys. Angel was now standing next to her, his hands in his kutte pockets. 

“Pops took your car.” It should’ve been said as a question but he was just being a dick about it. 

“I’m guessing you have the truck keys.” She spoke to him similarly, should’ve been a question but came out more as a statement. 

“Should make you walk home.” Angel said, stepping to the car as he shook the kutte off his shoulders and threw it through the open window of the car. “But instead I’ll take you to get food.” He called out to her as he hopped into the truck, turning to her and waving his hand to rush her over to the car. “You just gonna stand there or what?” 

“You just gonna stand there or what?” Angel’s voice made Manny look behind her bringing her back to the present moment. 

“I’m not talking to you.” She turned back around, her hands crossed over each other as she stood in front of the statue of Saint Francis. The flowers she brought now split up in three smaller bouquets. One in the designated spot for memorial flowers, one in front of St Francis and one in the pew. 

“C’mon. Don’t be like that, Manny.” Angel responded back to the girl. 

“I’m surprised this place isn’t going up in flames behind you.” Manny said with an eye roll. 

Angel made a face behind her, one of mockery and irritation. 

“Francis was mom’s favorite saint.” EZ’s voice was the complete opposite of Angels, it was serious, like what he said meant something significant. And maybe it did, maybe what he said held some sort of significance and importance to it, but Manny didn’t care. She was mad at both of her brothers, she hadn’t seen either of them since before her apartment had gotten broken into to, she refused to see either of them after. It was their fault that it happened and while she could get past that, she couldn’t get past both of her brothers leaving her out of shit. Both of her brothers didn’t have their kuttes on, the one request Manny had that they both listened to without argument or comment. But it didn’t matter to the middle Reyes. She was still pissed at them both.

“Yea because she had two fuckin’ dogs as sons.” Her voice was ill-mannered to say the least. 

“For someone who said we were gonna burn this place down by entering, you’re quick to curse in the middle of a church.” Angel said his statement so matter of factly. 

“For someone who said you’d keep me in the loop you’re doing a shitty job of it.” Manny now turned around and practically bit Angel’s head off. Her frustration really bubbling over it’s limit now. “And that means you too.” Her eyes jumped to EZ before moving to the pew to sit down. 

“Mom wouldn’t want us fighting.” EZ followed Manny and sat next to her on the right side of the pew. 

“Mom wouldn’t want any of this.” Manny mumbled it but with how quiet the church was, both of her brothers heard it clearly. 

“Mom wouldn’t want you cursing in church.” Angel sat down to Manny’s left mumbling his statement as well. 

“Your mother would smack each one of you upside the head for your behavior.” Felipe’s voice caused all three of them to turn around. 

“Sorry Pop.” They said in unison, the only thing the three siblings had done together in a while. 

“Don’t apologize to me, apologize to her.” He was walking past them and to the candles to light one. 

“Sorry Mom.” They all spoke in unison again. 

Felipe didn’t linger at the prayer candles and made his way in the pew behind the 3 siblings, sitting down just behind Manny. He spoke at a whisper, saying a pray in spanish that all the other Reyes’ bowed their head in respect to. After that and an amen from them all, they were retreating to the church’s exit. As they stood outside, the sun beaming down on them, Felipe stared up to the sky. “You’re all taking me to eat. And you’re going to act like you don’t fuckin’ hate each other because it’s your mother’s birthday. Afterwards, you can go back to whatever it is you’re fighting about.” 

And with that, he was walking to his truck, getting in on the passenger side which meant he expected Manny to drive since the brothers had brought their bikes. 

“Meet you at Panadería La Fé?” Manny’s tone changed completely, for her father, she would do this, it was only an hour, maybe two. 

“What about Casa Romero?” Angel’s tone hadn’t changed one bit. Still whiney. 

EZ and Manny both looked up at him, EZ’s hands lifting up slightly as if to say “what the fuck, bro?” without actually saying it. 

“We’ll meet you at Panadería La Fé.” EZ confirmed and with that, they were off. With any luck maybe the hour of them getting along would push for them to actually get along, or at least a step in the right direction. But, none of them were holding their breath. 

[ariendiel]

LITG S2 Colour Seasons

Summers (cool)

Lottie: Light Summer (we can see this executed perfectly in her hair dye options, and her lipstick. However black is too strong for her, it makes her a bit yellow-ish, but that just makes her "pop" more, which adds to the Gothic style)

Gary: True Summer (his hair is so yellow aka springy, his skin is so pink and purple, an his eyes are a vibrant bright blue... unrealistic design but I did my best to translate him to real life)

Bobby: Muted Summer (cool-neutral. The neutral tones come in with his season being a neighbor to soft autumn, he as some warmth but leans cool overall, and has an olive tone, low contrast)

Henrik: Light Summer

Arjun: Muted summer (his hair also has ashy tones)

Winters (cool)

Marisol: Deep Winter

Hope: Bright Winter (each color of her makeup actually compliments her, but it's just too many all at once)

Lucas: Clear winter (icey pastels King)

Carl: Clear Winter

Kassam: Bright Winter

Winters are easiest to spot for me,very distinct from the other seasons in thier electric and dramatic colours.

Autumn's (warm)

Priya: Deep Autumn (warm-neutral. Anything deep and rich. She can wear gold best, followed by rose gold- a deep autumn specialty, and even silver is it's not a very cold type)

Blake: Soft autumn (warm, low contrast, and can wear gold mainly, copper, metals and silver If they're brushed or patina finished. Her hair is a bit intense, so maybe she has a bit more warmth that leads her into true autumn...)

Noah: Deep Autumn- true neutral (I've struggled with him, true neutrals are rare irl, but based on the fact that he's rich, and can wear neutrals and navy like no on else I've settled on this or now.. he just has so much red undertones but also has medium contrast.. im not 100% satisfied, so any input would be appreciated)

Rocco: True Autumn

Elijah: Deep autumn (I don't have a quality screenshotnof him so this isn't confident, but he's warm-neutral, low contrast, and muted)

Springs (warm)

Hannah: Warm Spring

Chelsea: Light spring (her natural tan is very springy)

Jo: Soft Spring (neighboring the summer season, she has some coolness)

Shannon: Warm Spring

Rahim: Clear Spring (warm and bright, and he so happens to be blessed to wear violet... love that for him)

Elisa: Light Spring

Felix: Light Spring (he's wearing mostly summery colours, maybe to accommodate his dyed hair?)

Jakub: True Spring

Graham: True Spring (hes bright and his hair is warm.. I considered True Autumn.. do we really care about him? lol)

OK, my theory is that there are so many springs in litg because these colours are juicy, fresh, trendy, bright and eye catching. Which is perfect in a summery, hot setting like the villa.

In the colour season theory, things like overtone (freckles, tanning VS burning, and blushing, eye colour) aren't indicators of a specific season, however they can give clues to a person's place on the dial within thier base season: Soft, bright, true, Muted, deep, clear.

This art style doesn't add eye texture or patterns-probably due to size, space and distance-but those are the best tell-tale of someone's season, so obviously I couldn't work with that.

Anyways, it was fun to do this, I find it interesting how some characters don't always wear their best colours, just like real people :) overall, thier chosen clothes give insight into thier personalities! I'd love any feedback or corrections from anyone who's also into this x

This is so, so good! I'm in awe, anon 🤍

Absolutely loved reading the analysis for the different characters, and I'm definitely trusting your judgement on this one. For people not familiar with all this, here's a reference photo for you. It doesn't match the categories you mentioned perfectly, but I think it's close enough:

Noah is definitely tricky, as he does wear deep blues and neutrals and warm colours well (at least in my mind). We love complex characters though, even if it's "just" about colours 😌 My ideal colours for him are definitely these, but I'm not sure which category they fit in:

[cherishingstydia]

Hey, I know everyone is excited about Buck and Eddie tomorrow!!

but seeing Shannon with Eddie made me think that nothing will happen tomorrow!! All theorize that she will give him the blessing to move forward in his relationship with M

Buck and Eddie will not cross any line!! I am despondent

We actually have no idea of the context and I really don’t think Marisol is set up to last they have shown they don’t care, and even Bobby can tell Eddie doesn’t have strong feelings for her now just because she might stick around a little bit it doesn’t mean forever.

Also don’t say “all theorize” because a lot of people actually don’t think that. Like Shannon easily could tell him something like he needs to follow his heart and not just stick with someone he thinks Chris needs…basically a parallel to Carla and Eddie fully accepting Shannon can’t be replaced.

[diazsdimples]

Eddie's hair be looking better and better with each new photo! Bless him! Ryan took my advice to tell them to make his hair look better. Lol. And I heard that the actress who plays that annoying Marisol won't be in it for long so THANK THE LORD! GET HER OUT OF THERE AND REPLACE HER WITH BUCK!

AMEN TO ALL OF THAT!!!

(Also where did you hear the part about Marisol 👀👀)

[plaidbooks]

In your own time may I please have:

Marisol x Sonny - first sight 🩵

(Marisol belongs to @witches-unruly-heart)

Sonny is running late and he knows it. But he also knows that Rafael might forgive him if Sonny brings him a large coffee to help get through the rest of the day.

He rushes into the DA's building and scurries towards Rafael's office, coffee in one hand and his father's--his--briefcase in the other. But he stops right at Rafael's open door.

It's not just that Rafael is talking to a woman--victim? attorney?--but she is in fact the most beautiful woman Sonny has ever laid eyes on. Rafael notices the younger man's entrance and looks to him over the woman's shoulder, and Sonny just has enough time to scoop his jaw off the floor before she turns to look.

"Hey, uh, sorry I'm late," Sonny starts, moving towards Rafael's desk and placing the coffee within the ADA's reach.

"Normally, I'd punish your tardiness by having you run errands, but in today's case, you're lucky," Rafael says. "This is my sister, Marisol." He indicates the woman, who smiles up at Sonny.

His brain goes into overdrive; Rafael has a sister? And she's this hot? Would it be acceptable to ask her out?

In the time all this flashes through Sonny's mind, Marisol holds out her hand. It takes Sonny a moment before his brain clicks and he takes her hand, shaking it a little too stiffly.

"Name's Dominick," he greets, trying to will his blush away.

"Nice to meet you, Dominick. Sorry you have to work with Rafie," she replies with a warm smile, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

But Rafael misses it, his eyes glaring a hole through Sonny's face as the handshake goes on much longer than it needs to.

Rafael clears his throat and both Mari and Sonny drop their hands as if scolded by the principal. Then Rafael's gaze finally leaves Sonny's red face, sliding to Mari.

"I'll come over tonight to help you unpack, okay?" he says.

Before Marisol can even reply, Sonny jumps in. "Oh, did ya just move here? Here, lemme give ya my card--" He reaches into his inner pocket to produce his detective's card. "That way, ya have a friend in the city."

"Thank you, Dominick!" Mari takes the card, blessing him with her gorgeous smile once more.

And with that, Rafael practically shoos her out of his office and closes the door before whipping around to look at Sonny.

"Do. Not. Date. My. Sister," he gets out between grit teeth.

But Sonny's mind is far away, already planning on dinners he can make her, places he can take her, that beautiful smile directed at him.

[highsocietyhq]

☾ ° › THE BRIDE WORE WHITE.

Of course she did, that was to be expected of brides. And that’s not what is important here.

The bride wore white, more ghost than girl. Instead of the romantic swelling harmonies from the very best musicians across central america, the bride walked down the aisle to the murmured whispers of the gathered crowd. She walked down the aisle alone, without flowers, without a veil, without her father. Most notably - there was no one waiting for her at the other end.

She’d been alerted of the groom’s absence fifteen minutes before she was to walk down the aisle and tried not to panic. When he had still not arrived fifteen minutes after the scheduled start, the bride began to sob. Her mother, with the efficiency and grace of a seasoned battle commander, deployed an army of staff to search for the missing groom. One unlucky attendant was given the job of quietly informing the Emperor that his missing heir was the reason for the delay.

Forty-five minutes after the time she should have entered the main sanctuary, the bride stopped crying and made a choice. She spent the next fifteen minutes composing herself. Her father spent them in conversation with his lawyers.

Precisely one hour after when her wedding should have begun, Marisol walked down the aisle alone. Arthur did not wait at the other end. After a few whispered words to the Cardinal, who to his credit managed to mostly control his reaction and offer her a kind blessing, Marisol approached the pulpit.

“Honored guests, thank you for your patience.” She took a breath. Those in the first few pews would notice the red around her eyes and how her hands trembled. “Unfortunately, the wedding has been canceled, our sincerest apologies for wasting your time. Please direct all inquiries to the office of His Highness, the Heir of Mexico. I thank you for your support and understanding.”

☾ ° › OOC INFORMATION

that’s actually the end of the event ! if you want to write out your character’s reaction to the news at the cathedral — go for it ! but you can also resume to regular threads in spain !

[rowanwriting]

— about;

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I love writing all sorts of genres, from fantasy to science fiction to horror, and I love trying new concepts. my biggest challenge is actually finishing a wip, but I hope to get better at that with motivation from tumblr. I also enjoy dabbling in fanfiction, especially when my original stories hit writer’s block. 

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lost in death —

Cassidy Sullivan is dead.

He's  been dead for five years, watching his girlfriend move on without him. He's been dead for ten years, watching his parents mourn. He's been dead  for thirty years, as the world changes around him and he remains the  same, in the small apartment he died in. He's been dead for fifty years,  and everyone has forgotten him.

Tristan Kent is a psychic.

More  of a curse than a blessing, their so-called gift has ruined their life.  Unable to go to school or work, they eke out a meager existence be  exploiting their abilities from a small metaphysical shop. They don't believe in most of the things they sell, neither gods nor demons nor angels, but they know that something must be real, else they wouldn't be haunted.

When a regular client of Tristan’s volunteers them for a local ghost hunting reality show on the extremely haunted Wentworth Street House, Tristan takes the job only for the money. They have no interest in proving the supernatural to be real — they already know that it is. But the presence that haunts the house is like none they’ve ever sensed before, and their not sure what to make of that, save to find out more.

As the reality show commences, the ten so-called psychics come to exorcise the house. Tristan must discover who is genuine, who is faking it, and whether to  help Cassidy resist expulsion. But there is more to the Wentworth Street House than even Cassidy knows, and soon he’s the only thing between  Tristan and a sinister force that has remained hidden from his sight all these years.

the kraken —

Fifteen years ago, the love of Marisolle’s young life was discovered and brutally executed by her father, the Prince-Regent, for crimes against the Crown. Hardening her heart, the princess swore never to love again.

Now queen in her own right, married, and with children of her own, Marisolle is content, if not happy. She rules well and is beloved by her people, and her country is more prosperous than ever. But there are enemies on the horizon, and Marisolle soon must seek desperate help if her rule is to survive.

Theovold left his home almost ten years ago to join the queen of Mavacia in an arranged marriage. He loves his children, and adores his wife, even as he feels the deep chasm between them, the pain of a love lost. But his attempts at wooing her may come to a stop when Mavacia is attacked, and a new man comes into her life.

Vincenze is a pirate, nothing more and nothing less. When the Queen of Mavacia offers him a Letter of Marque, permission to sail under her name and banner, in return for his aid in the coming war, he knows that he cannot run from his past any longer.

And as Marisolle, Theovold, and Vincenze come together to face their enemies, the Sea Witch watches, pieces falling into place.

the beyond —

The year is 2284. Humanity has long ago risen to the stars, joining a galactic community of ascended species. No longer alone in the universe, the Helios Accord brought the countries of Earth together into one united government, The Sol Federation.

Emelyn Kane is a washed up soldier, a mercenary working solo. Born far from Earth, she spends most of her time on her ship, going from job to job and trying not to think about how she ended up disgraced and discharged from the human military.

When her ship crash lands on an uncharted planet, Emelyn believes her life, such as it is, has ended. But the planet is life bearing, inhabited by a sentient species. And the indigenous people, the Vescai, have strange abilities — abilities that have kept their massive empire hidden from the rest of the universe.

Even when she gets used to life on the beautiful planet she is now stranded on, Emelyn knows that she is the last person who should be seen as a vanguard of humanity, let alone an ambassador for the entire ascended galaxy.

As the Vescai debate her very appearance on one of their planets, Emelyn must decide if she wished to remain with them, or allow them to wipe her memory or send her home. But her choice might be taken out of her hands, as she soon begins to develop the very abilities the Vescai treasure.

[whatsgnat]

Icehome book 3 thoughts(part 3):

Willa continues to be the most selfish character I've ever read and never even asks if Pashov is ok????

She cries and is upset about hurting him when she can be the victim but now that she has what she wants she gives no shits.

I hate how little remorse she has.

"I deserve the reprimand I suppose..."

Oh FUCK YOU Willa!

I wish Stacy was there to whap her with her "frying pan" and give her a piece of her mind because Sadly Pashov is far too sweet to do so when they see him again.(Also once again thank you Hassen for not holding back from checking her on her BS).

Well you know what, Willa!? Not everything is about YOU. GOD. It's nonstop with her. Always "me.me.me"

And you know I get it to an extent. Willa has been through some trauma and sometimes her responses are definetly a reflection of that BUT trauma is never an excuse to behave toxically and the sabotage the people around you. And Willa is constantly pushing her shit onto those around her!

When everyone's getting along: Willa has to bring up why they shouldn't and try to ruin it.

When everyone's being selfless and giving: Willa has to let Gren know how it's fake and can't be trusted.

When Gren is happy and growing as a person: Willa has to turn it and make it about her and her fears and how she just can't handle it if they betray her. Causing Gren to drop everything, want to give up his happiness, and possibly put their health at risk to appease her irrational anger. This is pretty toxic.

GREN IS THE ONLY REDEEMING PART OF THIS BOOK.

He tells her multiple times they were in the right to tie him up because he was going to kill them all and it's still not enough for her.

They are still horrific and evil and she's on the moral high ground always. Because this fictional narrative she's created can't be wrong right?!

Willa is always right!(sarcasm) Willa is absolutely the only one with any morals on this beach because she would've let him murder multiple people while calmly explaining the situation in a language he didn't understand🙄

Oh Bless your heart Willa- Kick fucking rocks.

Idiotic, selfish, bitch, irrational, self righteous- Ugh!

Oh and don't worry! Willa is like every toxic person you've encountered! I finished the book and she never once genuinely apologizes to anyone in the tribe. Not to Pashov(seriosuly!?), not to Hassen, not to Veronica, not to Mardok, not to Lauren or Marisol. Nope. She never feels bad about anything she does for more than a millisecond and is constantly shooting bitter accusations at everyone and attempting to make them feel shame for doing what was right in the moment to protect everyone. BUT trust me she is more than happy to take their hospitality and clothes and kindness, just to then throw it all back in their faces and still be prejudiced.

It's almost like she can't let people be happy. She constantly brings up what happened even though everyone's moved on and the Sa-Khui even apologized!!!

GREN the one who was the "victim" isn't even mad or holding it against them but Willa can't let it go and just has to try and make everyone uncomfortable and miserable!!!! Because it makes her feel better I guess!?

It's not cute. It's fucking TOXIC.

Gren deserves better.

But yup this was my least favorite book of all 24 ish Not -Hoth universe book I've read and it's all because Willa is absolutely unbearable and ungrateful and a complete selfish cunt. She's irrational and toxic and Gren is wonderful.

2 stars for Gren. That's the book rating. Willa can sit in a corner and brood for all I care.

Parts Below

《Part 1》:

《Part 2》:

《Part 3》: This Part

[the-navistar-carol]

hiii, so i read screwed (which was an amazing story btw) and then zee sent your blog which ny dumbass didn’t realize existed and i’m like rlly rlly glad you and zee wrote it

also i’m also ace which ik had nothing to do with literally anything but it makes you so much cooler in my head

-💜

Dude (gender neutral) this makes me so happy. I’m so so so so SO SO glad “Screwed” had such an impact on you. I loved editing it, I loved adding my own little spins that Zee wound up keeping, and I loved every minute I spent in that creation process. I’m seriously blessed to have a friend like @zee-has-commitment-issues.

You may be glad that we wrote it, but I (we) am (are) even happier that you read it.

Ayy fellow ace!! Little shameless self-promo here, but in my Top Gun: Maverick fic, “Aftershocks,” the original character Marisol “Floodgate” Carter is an ace lesbian! It hasn’t really been detailed after a couple descriptions of her ace ring, but she’s ace and such a character I love her.

(Someone I don’t know finds me cool. how the FUCK)

Happy Ace Week, since it ended last week, and stay brave out there! I’m proud of ya.

[venombloom]

Within his grasp she settles without even uttering the barest bit of argument too tired to keep up the pride filled front of self reliance. When they get closer to the Diamond and into view of their peers, then she will wiggle and squirm back to having her feet on the ground, head held high. For now sore body relaxes while arms are lightly snaked around strong shoulders and neck as her head lightly rests against his chest.

Juniper; adaptability and resilience, safeguarding and endurance. Fitting. The scent is one she can picture almost clear as day. During every new year and solstice, she and her sisters would burn bundles of juniper and sage throughout home at the behest of their mother --- to cleanse the space and their lifestyles of negativity and bad omens. It was also a herb used for healing; Clears out your lungs, her mother would say.

What was his mother like? Does he take after her more or his father? Who's eyes are those that she's caught herself staring into?

"I bet your mother would be proud of you."

Guilt starts to settle within, seeping and eating away at her like acid. Daisy hadn't lived a horrible life before the Crows. There was a roof over her head, food every night on the table, educated enough to read and write. Her parents and siblings were alive. All these things she was so lucky, so blessed to have when many in Thedas did not. The faction she so desperately clawed her way into is prime example. It's no secret a large majority of their corvid comrades had no real choice in their recruitment one way or another --- the issue of blood kin being a highly common reason. Yet she couldn't suck it up and do what was right for hers; couldn't handle the possibility of decades worth of misery so none would suffer. Suffocated with the thought of a quiet, simple life.

It never ceases to amaze her how lively Treviso remains despite the occupation. The distant sounds carried on the wind lull her into serenity. "I suppose checking on them from a distance wouldn't hurt." Daisy concedes. Leather against her cheek is warm. "Visiting on the other hand...well maybe the worst could happen is they hate me, rightfully so, and tell me to fuck off. And Dahlia starts throwing things." Dahlia, the second oldest whose temper was quicker than any fuse and rage that burned hotter than dragon's fire. If any of them held a steadfast grudge it would be her. Camilla and Carmen could go either way. Then there was Marisol...ever lost in daydreams, head in the clouds; probably hadn't even noticed the absence or had replaced Daisy with the next in line.

"While I can't imagine they've gone anywhere else, there's no guarantee that I'd find them right where I left them."

Features turning nondescript, smoothed out and statuesque while Daisy's voice, ever phlegmatic (and pleasing) in cadence, weaves through the air with a garrote's quiet grace, Lucanis listens. Silence becomes an afterthought in her company as more pieces to her past slot into place like a broken plate dropped by a younger sister's clumsy, innocent hands; however, years worth of sorrow cannot be uncovered in a single night nor a single conversation.

Such a narrative demands time; unfortunate that theirs proves more and more limited by the gods' whims.

"What's the worst outcome to visiting them?" Afraid they won't recognize you? Afraid they'd see the blood and wonder which monster gobbled up their sister? [ AFRAID YOU'D REGRET. EVER LEAVING? ]

Gravel crunches 'neath their feet, interspersed by the water lapping at the canal's edge; somewhere above, a family sits down for dinner, prayers followed by a child's gleeful laughter. Here, in these shadowed, damp corners of a city that's no longer quite home but still the closest thing to it, he squeezes her hand. "My advice is coloured by recent events. Would you like to know what I thought most of during the past year? Other than revenge..."

Head canting, he regards the injured leg, the slow trickle of blood seeping through the make-shift wraps, and pauses long enough to make the intention known. A fluid movement to heft her weight into his arms. "We've yet some distance to the Diamond," he explains, ever pragmatic while looking ahead at the uneven, slick pathways. "I thought of family. Of a mother's face I cannot recall, but she always smelled like oil and junipers. She always tucked sprigs of it into her uniform for luck. With that in mind, would it be so terrible to at least see?"

[ravenadottir]

yay! i'm so happy you're back. I have a bunch of topics I thought of with the s2 characters while you were away I'd love to hear your thoughts on... their #1 love languages, how do you think they decided to sign up for the show, and how they spent the money (if they shared/split)

hi anon, i am too! i missed here a lot. i'm glad you're giving me something to think about, 'cause i've been brain dead for the last few days :/

alright, i think i'm gonna have to split this ask so it's not so long. here are their primary love languages:

~ words of affirmation ~

henrik. he loves encouragement and to hear how much you love and care. hearing it out loud is enough for him, every day after he comes back from work. you're both probably too tired, but the one thing that lifts his spirits is to hear how much you missed him. he also thinks about those when he's out there, on instruction mode. when he sees a beautiful landscape, and you're not there, he remembers what you said and smiles. it's what helped him persevere and finish the trail, or climb.

kassam. he's a very reassured guy, still, his frantic life requires the one thing he can remember when he needs. words will stay with him longer than the feeling of your touch, or the breakfast you shared one morning. those words are what he carries with him at all times, especially when he feels nervous before a big gig, or when he's about to sign with someone.

lottie. it's part of the reason why it would never work between her and gary. or covidiot. lottie is insecure and perceives words as honesty, as not only a way of communicating but also showing. and her favorite is to hear it, from your mouth, live. of course a text or a note works, but there's a reason why she's so candid, and takes pride on it, about everything.

carl. definitely needs reassurance given to him in word form. he's the type of person that goes insanely deep into his work and his own issues, spiraling into anxiety. words help pulling him back to the surface and take a long and needed breath. carl was also the boy who got bullied for his interests, and supportive words make him forget about the hardship he faced when he was younger. hearing them from a loved one gives him the certainty he's not alone, and even more, that he has someone to count on.

~ quality time ~

noah. reading a book while enjoying the sounds of nothingness, like the quiet of the house, the wind outside, or just the crackling of the fire if it's up. not much has to be said for noah to feel blessed when he has that time of the day with you. being around each other might come from the fact that his parents weren't there for most of the time.

lucas. mainly because of how his parents were always traveling and never spent that much time with him. of course the second is acts of service, but nothing beats spending time with you, whatever that might be. a movie on a quiet thursday, going out to dance, dinner or having a romantic evening in a beautiful hotel room somewhere. he needs your presence and the certainty that you'll be with him at all times.

marisol. her favorite moment is to spend it with you having a stimulating conversation. whatever you two are discussing is due to the moment, but not only quality time represents a moment of calm (i assume she was always on the run about studying, reading) she can have a moment of peace. of course other activities fit in, but talking while spending time together, getting your opinion and insights are for sure her prefered way of staying together.

~ physical touch ~

gary. nothing says "intimacy" like touching to him. especially if it's a tender cuddle or one of those "hugging you from behind to rest his chin on your shoulder" moment. he needs physical touch at all times, and he might even joke about being clingy, but he doesn't care. that's how he gets reassured. it's also how he knows the relationship is going well. once you don't want to be with someone, the last thing you want to do is to touch. for all that time girls made him the second choice, or he wanted something serious and was nothing more than a friend, was the saddest time of his life because he was touch starved! and i said this before, but i think gary's horniness is because of his primary love language too.

~ acts of service ~

bobby. it doesn't matter what the moment is, that's what he likes doing for you, and that's what he likes to receive at all times. whether he's happy, sad, angry, in need of a pick me up, or simply coming back from a tiring day. receiving something that took you time makes him very happy. it shows how dedicated you both are to the relationship.

chelsea. i'm sorry, but even though adhd is not her whole personality, it's a big part of it. she'll forget to put gas in her car, or to order dinner. small things that facilitate her day are her favorite, but yes, acts of service will always top any other language. if she's with a client and suddenly remembers she had to pick up the dry cleaning, you'll text her about it "just picked up the dry cleaning. wanna have lunch downtown?" she'll melt all over the floor of the room she needs to decorate.

hope. more than gifts, which i think are the second favorite, it's the little things you get done for her. she's very busy, and apparently is the reason why she doesn't know how to cook. always running back and forth, it's probable that your acts of service would help her in a moment of need. not having to ask is what rounds it up nicely. the fact that you went out of your way to do something for her is the ultimate proof of love there is.

~ receiving gifts ~

ibrahim. it's how he shows love, and how he likes to be shown love. if you bring him something like a miniature of some sort, preferably a super hero, it will make his week worth it. when he travels and you can't be with him, that's how he shows how much he missed you. little gifts about internal jokes are an extra affectionate way to demonstrate that you care.

elisa. yes, she loves presenting you with something glamorous, but it's also how she knows she's appreciated. it doesn't have to be big or even expensive, but that's the only way she comprehends love from you. and if i would have to guess what she likes the most is small trinckets she either keeps on her vanity or in her car. she can remind herself of how luck she feels when looking at them.

priya. in my head priya will jump and hug you whenever you bring her something. as small as it could be, anything that you tell her it reminded you of her will make her melt. whether a flower, a small item she'll keep on her car, or her favorite hair product, it doesn't matter. it's also the only way she's sure you know her well. she measures it by the accuracy of items you bring her.