#anyway BASTA

[widevibratobitch]

i hate my uni sm lol i dont want to be heeeeere let me out let me out

[noloentiendonoloentiendonol]

algunos dibujitos del inside out 2

tuve sentimientos encontrados con la pelicula... (ansiedad lol)

I don't care who they ship Anxiety with

I just want to see her happy fr 😭

ignoren a Alegria aka toda maniakota adsaf

y...la criatura : 3

[daenerystargaryensgirlfriend]

starklings minecraft shared world AU where you have on one side sansa and robb having personalized players design (sansa having a princess design with a pink/light blue dress and robb just having a normal everyday outfit but with his hair and eye colour) and on the other side jon with his default steve design and arya with the alex one because she likes the outfit better.

they had to build a giant and wall protected base (with torches everywhere) because they play in difficult mode and sansa refuses to wear armor everytime because she likes her character without and her main occupation is building and agriculture. she hates creepers because they make holes in the soil and don't give enough resources to fill them.

then there is robb who always sticks to jon and arya if he wants to mine because they have more experience with the difficult mode (they often try to beat the speedgaming record in diff mode), he's the only one with the diamond armor and sword because he died too much with the silver one, he finds a lot of minerals but gives all the stuff to jon because he's the one that never dies. robb also helps sansa building sometime but mostly he deals with the animals because sansa hates to kill them (expecially the sheeps). he hates skeletons and witches.

arya only wears enchanted gold armor because she wants it to last long, she always follows jon around when he mines but she never takes anything because she only goes to kill mobs, she tried to slay the warren but got in a fight with sansa because it destroyed a new construction she was trying to do. she likes the nether because she's (somehow) always the first to reach the fortress. she loves to watch endermens in the eyes and then going into the water to get them mad and hates witches and baby zombies.

lastly there's jon, he absolutely hates building (sansa, robb and arya did all the work) but even though he always says he doesn't like wasting materials he secretly takes screenshots of the base sometime. he's the one that enchantes everything because he only died once since they started playing, not because he's particularly good at killing mobs but because he always finds a way to escape them. he ALWAYS gets screamed at because he doesn't want to sleep at night (he thinks it's a waste of time). he absolutely hates phantoms and villagers because they are too pricey. he has one horse and one dog (obviously named after ghost) and asks sansa to feed them daily (since he's always away).

both jon and arya were introduced to the game by robb but he stopped playing much so they both got better than him. sansa started playing after seeing the cherry biome when arya reposted it on her snapchat private stories and it's now her second most played game after thesims4.

they usually don't play with the youngers but they recently started playing with bran sometimes, except he still isn't very good so he mostly follows robb around.

they also have spare rooms in the base for jeyne poole and gendry because they played together once or twice. theon also has his own room but he doesn't play much because he's not good in diff mode (him and robb actually have a private server in normal mode).

[quemirabobo]

Nunca antee se me quito tanto las ganas de ver una película después de ver su casting

A quién tengo que matar para que esta abominación no salga?????

Hay que prohibirle a hollywood hacer películas que no sean sobre yanquis loco, ya se que tu cultura es patética pero jodete, deja de meterte en cosas que vas a pisotear y ni te vas a molestar en investigar

[clowngremlin]

thinking about the inkheart message board i went on from like 2009-2011......i wonder if the other people who went on it still think of me or am i just sentimental...... i think about them often and i hope they all grew up to be happy..... inkers for life.....

[stellar-haikyuu]

i haven't kept up as much with our intercollegiate sports tournaments, but it just hit me how one of the unis reminds me of shiratorizawa. like their representative animal is the eagle too 😭

[mirapteo]

im barack

[themagical1sa]

the urge to start a fav romantic mha blorbo poll forda filipinos in the mha fandom

[tetrafelino]

and this guy

(A picture of Brazilian philosophy graduate Leon Martins. He's known for his youtube career and lives in Canada, but that's less relevant.)

[bookmark-extraordinaire]

Dentro di te ci sono due lupi.

Uno è contento della maggior rappresentazione delle minoranze dei media.

Uno vorrebbe che suddetti media smettessero di applicare standard di diversità americani a storie che americane non sono.

Tumblr toglierà qualsiasi tipo di nuance da questo argomento e ti chiamerà razzista.

[phanofclouds]

just looked at my spotify wrapped and i swear i won’t ever listen to eurovision songs on spotify every again

[earako]

Things that scare: Tea

My Tatay always poured out an extra cup whenever he made tea. I never really understood why when I was younger. It was just me, my older sister, and Tatay, my dad. Three cups should be enough. But Tatay always poured out a fourth.

“Ai, basta lang,” Tatay would answer whenever I asked about the fourth cup. “But…masayang, diba?” I’d say because I remember vividly the one time my older sister, my Manang, threw out the rice she couldn’t finish one time when we were really little. Tatay saw it in the garbage and gave her an entire lecture about food waste and being grateful that we were in a country where you could just go to the store to buy meat instead of having to butcher it ourselves. 

Manang and I were careful not to waste food after that.

Now that I’m older I understand why that set Tatay off. Food was sometimes scarce in the Philippine province and we were lucky that we never had to go to bed with grumbling tummies. Food insecurity is a trauma that’s hard to shake.

Which is why Tatay’s tea habit was so confusing to me growing up. He’d scold us over a few grains of rice but wasting tea was fine?

Wait a minute, that’s not entirely fair to Tatay. The tea wasn’t always wasted. Sometimes Tay- Tay is just a shorter way to say Tatay- would drink it once he thought Manang and I were asleep. He’d always have to say something before drinking it though. To this day I still don’t know if it was a prayer, an apology…or a request.

I wonder how often dad had to make requests on our behalf…

Papa was always the calmer one. That wasn’t to say Tay had a temper, both of my parents were, or at least tried, to be very mild mannered and calm.

They’d still yell sometimes. But it was almost always well deserved.

I think the fourth cup was set out for Papa now that I think about it. Apparently before Papa met Tay, Tay only ever drank energy drinks or black, bitter coffee. Papa never developed a taste for that sort of stuff so when he and Tay got married and their belongings started to mingle, Tay got curious. Papa’s teas smelled a lot nicer than the energy drinks Tay slowly replaced with coffee. 

Papa hated Tay’s energy drinks.

At least, that’s what Manang told me. Manang was still pretty young when we lost Papa, but I was still a baby. I don’t have any memories of him.

Apparently I inherited my love of tea from him.

As I grew older I slowly started to take over Tay’s little habit. For some reason, Manang never wanted to be the one to set out the fourth cup. It had to be either me or Tatay. I always thought it was because I inherited Papa’s looks more than Manang did. “Ayy, medyo nga guapo,” Manang would always tease as she held a picture of Papa up beside my face.” I’d whine and complain but secretly I liked having something in common with the dad I couldn’t remember. I wasn’t old enough to remember what he looked like, but wearing his face made me feel a little less excluded. 

More like Papa’s son.

And I get the feeling Tatay and Manang know that too.

When it was time for me to move out, Tatay handed me the tea cups. Specifically it was the tea cups, well more like mugs really, that we’d always use only when we were having tea all at once.

I don’t think I noticed that until after Tatay had already given me the cups.

I asked, what about Manang? She was the eldest, and besides, weren’t these cups from Papa?

She said they were for me. They were always meant for me. 

It may sound like Manang was jealous or bitter when she said this. She wasn’t. It was almost like she was…concerned. Hiding something. She knew something I didn’t, Manang could never lie very well. She was hiding something.

She and Tatay.

I tried to get them to spill, to let me in on what exactly was it they knew that I didn’t. 

“You will know eventually,” Tatay said, a small, sad smile on his face.

“You’ll be fine,” Manang lagged, ruffling my hair before hip checking me. “You’re Papa’s son after all.”

“I still don’t know what that means.”

“You will.” Her smile dropped for a moment, flickering to the pendent Taty had given her. It was the pendant Tatay always wore around his shirt. To be perfectly honest, I always sort of hoped it would go to me one day. I’d much prefer the pendant to Papa’s tea cups.

I’m glad it went to Manang instead.

Before I left, Tatay asked Manang if she could wait out in her car because he had something he needed to tell me. Manang nodded, clearly she already knew what Tatay was going to say. “I’ll be in the car, bunso. Then I’ll drive you to your new place, okay?”

“Wen Manang!” I called out the door as she left. It was just me and Tatay now.

“Anak. What do you notice when I make tea?”

“Tay?”

“Your surroundings,” he continued as if I had already answered. “Whenever you hear creaking, thumping. When it sounds like the house is settling, I need you to promise me-anak look at me.” But…I was looking? I mean sure my mind may have been drifting off somewhere but-

“Anak, look. At. Me.” Tatay repeated. I mentally shook my head and tried to keep my attention on what Tatay was telling me.

Creaky house, pour an extra cup. Shadows out of the corner of my eye., come one Tay, I was a paranoid kid- okay, okay yes Tay, I’ll make the tea. 

I want to mention that I am completely against the demonization of psychosis. And Tatay was too, he taught us to advocate for people whenever we could.

This wasn’t psychosis. Or, or if it was then it would  have to have  been a shared hallucination. The exact same hallucination shared between Manang and myself.

The house began to creak. Tatay’s eyes widened. He gathered up the cups and shoved them in my arms, quickly ushering me out the door.

I wanted to go back, check on Tay because he seemed scared. 

Manang honked the horn. Yelled at me to hurry up or I was walking to my new apartment.

I spared one last glance at the door to Tatay’s house.

I got into the car, Tatay’s cryptic warnings still ringing in my head.

For the first year things were alright. I had people over, Manang and Tatay came over. Things were normal.

Until they weren’t.

It was just Manang and I. Tatay was out, he said he’d be back soon. 

The house creaked. Manang’s head shot up. “Hoi. Hoi, bunso.”

“Hm?”

“Tea. go make it.”

“I don’t hear-”

“Go!” Manang never yelled like that before. Low pitched yet urgent, like she was genuinely scared of what would happen if we didn’t continue Tatay’s strange tradition.

So I stood up, grabbed the kettle and-

“Manang?” I poked my head into the living room as the kettle boiled. “Did you call me?” Manang looked at me confused, head tilted. Than her eyes widened. She slammed her forefinger to her lips. I opened my mouth to ask what was wrong but she ran forward and slammed a hand over my mouth.

We heard a thud. The sound was similar to workmen on the roof.

I tried to rationalize with myself. We had just finished a scary movie and we were alone in a quiet house. Our adrenaline was spiking and hey, maybe Manang got better at tricking me and is playing an elaborate prank.

…Still, on the off chance that there was some merit behind Manang’s apparent terror…

The kettle whistled. I pulled it off and brewed the tea. 

Thud…thud…

Creeeaaaaaaaakkk….

Thud…thud….

Creeaaaak

Manang had abandoned her spot on the couch to perch on one of the kitchen chairs. Her eyes kept darting around.

There was a knock on the door.

Knock…knock…knock…

“Don’t answer it.” Manang said, standing from her chair to block me from answering the door.

“But,”

“Bunso, Taty gave you a job. An important job. A job you need to focus on now.”  Manang stared hard at me, hand reaching for Tatay’s pendant that she wore around her neck.

“I-”

“Just. please. You need to make the tea, Bunso.” Manang sat back down, hand still clutching the pendant and now accompanied by mumbling under her breath.

Knock, knock, knock.

Knock, knock, knock.

Three knocks in rapid succession.

Hair stood on the back of my neck. My rational mind slowly started to take a back seat to my hindbrain. 

I tapped my fingers against the counter as I wanted for the tea to brew.

Knock, knock, knock.

Thud, thud, creeaaaaaak.

Knock, knock, knock.

Thud, thud, creaaaaak.

Finally the timer goes off. I hurriedly pour the tea, remembering Taty’s warning to always have a fourth cup when things got...strange.

Thud, thud, creaaaak.

“Hello?” a voice asked. It sounded like Tatay speaking through the door.”

Manang lighted her pendant and squinted at the door. She paled.

“Don’t open it.”

“It’s just Tatay-”

“Do not open it.” Manang hissed, pushing me behind her and urging me to sit behind the counter.

Thud, thud, creaaaak.

Thud, thud, creaaaak.

“Anak, sige na. It’s cold out here.”

“Don’t,” Manang repeated, moving so that we were pressed up against each other. She still clutched Tatay’s pendant.

“Anak?” It was my turn to turn pale. Pressed up against Manang’s shoulder, her pendant tight in one hand while the other clutched my close to her. “Anak? Anak, sige na.”

Something wasn’t right with that voice. Even now I couldn’t tell you what exactly was wrong with it. You know how sometimes your body warns you of danger before your brain can react? It was a lot like that.

Knock, knock, knock.

Knock, knock. Knock.

“Anak? Anak sige na. Open the door.”

Thud, thud, creaaaak. Thud thud, creaaak.

My phone buzzed. Manang snatched it up, lowering the volume but still putting the phone on speaker.

“Anak? Ay salamat sa dios, you weren’t answering-”

“It’s happening again, Tay,” Managing said, teary eyed and honest to god nearly shaking. I was…for a lack of a better word I was confused…and scared.

“Anak? Anak let me-”

“Anak, you set the tea out, right?” How is that possible? I…Tatay is speaking on the phone…but at the same time I could still hear Tatay outside, asking to be let in…

“Anak? Anak let me in. It’s cold.”

Thud, thud…knock knock knock. Thud, thud, knock, knock, knock.

“Tatay…” I took the phone from Manang and tucked my head under her chin, reaching out a hand to also cling to Tatay’s pendant. “Tatay. Tatay what’s happening, I can hear you outside but you’re also talking to us and Tay…tay I’m…I’m scared. I don’t understand, I-I don’t understand-”

“I’ve taught your manang what to do. Just stay quiet and let her focus, okay?”

“O..okay…..”

“Don’t look out the windows. No matter what.”

“Okay….”

“And don’t let anything interrupt your Manang after this call. Promise me that, anak.”

“What Tay-”

“PROMISE ME!” Tataycouldn’t see it, but I nodded. I could feel Manang’s throat vibrate as she mumbled whatever it was Tatay taught her, one hand around me, another hand around Tatay’s pendant.

“I love you kids. Be safe.” Tatay said at the same time I heard outside Tatay’s voice change to, “ Hoi! It’s freezing! Let me in!”

Knock, knock, knock.

Thud, thud, stomp.

Thud, knock, knock, knock.

Stomp, thud, knock, knock.

I hung up. I curled up as tight as I could and shut my eyes while I prayed that whatever Manang was trying to do worked.

The voice went back to Tatay’s usual, gentle tone.

I knew now that the voice wasn’t Tatay.

Tatay’s voice slightly whispered when he spoke. The voice didn’t. Tatay had a northern accent. The voice was southern. Tatay articulated his words differently. The voice was a close, yet imperfect and slightly distorted version of Tatay.

It wasn’t Tatay.

Thud, thud, knock, knock, kn-

Something interrupted the third knock. The thudding got louder…louder..more stomping. Scraping against the roof.

Manang went from soft mumbles to a loud, commanding voice. I pried my eyes open, resolutely staring at the kitchen tile as Manang spoke.

The mugs.

I stared at the mug I had set out. The fourth mug.

Papa’s mug. 

“Please…” I whispered. Please, please, please…..

We fell asleep curled against the counter.

And woke to Papa’s tea cup, shattered and empty.

And Papa standing over my front door, blackened as if burned, the wood dented yet still hilding strong.

Tatay looked at the cup.

“Your Papa’s sorry for being late.” 

-/-

Alternative ending:

Papa’s mug. 

“Please…” I whispered. Please, please, please…..

We fell asleep curled against the counter.

And woke to Papa’s tea cup, still full of now ice cold tea.

And Tatay standing over my front door, blackened as if burned, the wood dented yet still holding strong.

Tatay looked at the cup.

“Your Papa’s sorry for being late.” Manang pushed me behind her, her hand going for Tatay’s pendant.

‘Tatay,’ smiled toothily at us.

That wasn’t Tatay’s voice coming out of his mouth.

The distorted, bastardized imitation of Tatay’s voice said, “Unfortunately, you’re Papa was too. Late.”

[demonecelestiale]

un'altra cosa su twitter crush è che quest'anno è diventato una Persona Seria e uffa mi rovina il vibe della tl :(

[vonlipvig]

no but seeing some of the mexico show vids on twitter aaaaa mi gente latinooooo we're doing ITTTTT i feel like i'm gonna puke thinking about my buenos aires show and it's still like a three months wait AAAAAA

[didishawn]

Can you do a pedri smut where whenever he wins mvp he gets the best head ever. If your not comfortable with that I totally get it anyways love your docs 💕💕

MVP STANDS FOR MOST VALUABLE PARTNER (Pedri x Reader)

warnings: smut, oral sex, lots of spanish

Masterlist

They feel so far into the past, those days in which your boyfriend was said to be made out of crystal, so injury prone that those who used to love him, wanted him to be sold.

You loved Xavi, but can't help but adore Hansi for saving the love of your life.

Tears stream down your cheeks, Rosy hugging you and Fer and Fernando celebrating, as Pedri turns to all four of you, showing off his MVP-that by now, you are used to him getting, but it always has you happily crying as he grins at you.

It takes a while, until they let you all go down to the pitch, his arms wide open as you hug into him and feel him softly kiss your head.

"Está guapo, eh" he brags, showing off the silver trophy decorated with stars. (fancy, right?)

"Dos seguidos, el resto de centrocampistas del mundo estàn temblando" you nod, helding into the trophy as he passes it to you, going on to hug his parents and brother. (two in a row, the rest of the world's midfielders are trembling)

"Pues como debe ser," Fer says, giving a slight slap to his brother's neck. Pedri pouts, going back to you once again as he embraces you from the back, his cheek rubbing against yours. "Que se enteren que se ha acabado la tontería, y que mi hermanito es el mejor" (as they should...let them find out that this shit is over and that my brother is the best)

His parents laugh as they agree, the three of them moving on to chat with the other players as they congratulate them. Pedri stays right there with you, kissing your cheek as you watch as the stadium slowly empties itself, enjoying the slight chillines in Barcelona's air.

His hold on you gets a bit tighter as you feel him leand down to whisper into your ear. "Ya escuchaste a Fer, soy el mejor, y por lo tanto, creo que me merezco un premio" (you heard Fer, I am the best, so, I think I deserve a reward)

You roll your eyes, yet can feel your sheeks flushing as you turn to look at him, giving the MVP trophy back, your arms around his neck, placing a small kiss on his lips. "¿No te basta con el trofeo?" (the trophy is not enough?" (the trophy is not enough?)

His eyes are stuck on your lips, grinning as he shakes his head. "Ambos sabemos que el trofeo no es lo que quiero" (we both know it's not the trophy what I want)

Pedri's parents are... somewhere

Fer is out getting drunk

But none of that matters at the moment when he sounds so pretty moaning out for how well your lips feel wrapped around his cock.

His hand is on your head, trying to regain some of the control you took from him -even if you both know, he is too far gone to think at all.

"¡Joder!" he groans as you take him in deeper, the tip of his cock kissing the back of your throat, your hands massaging all that doesn't fit. "Tú si que sabes como volverme loco" (you really know how to make me go crazy)

His head pushes back as your tongue teases the vein that goes all the way down his member. His moans are loud, breathy, and you can sense he is already close by the way he pulses inside your mouth.

You let him go for a moment, hand going up and down on his length as you plase a small kiss on his tip, tongue licking out the white fluid that comes out of it. You reach down again, and his grip on your head is tight as you lick all the way down his cock, taking on of his balls inside your mouth as your hand massaes the other.

He is whining now, almost begging for you to let him cm as you go on to suck his other ball, your free hand teasing his tip as he starts uncontrollably trembling, You go on to massage his entire length again, and he is almost up on his feet as his hips chase after your touch.

"Bua, me vas a dejar seco" he groans out, his accent thick as he is starry eyed by how good you feel rewarding him on his performannce. It feels like heaven inside your mouth as you take him all the way in once again, deepthroating him as you massage his sack, spit running down the skin, balls full of release and ready to let go. (you are gonna leave me dry)

He wants it, needs it -and so do you, judging by the way you tighten your throat around him as you stare deep into his dark eyes, almost as if you are begging for his cum to go down your throat.

He is not about to deny you anything, whole body trembling as he finally lets go, release shooting down your throat as he thrusts inside. It's a long one, his world turned white as he enjoys the sweet extasis you have given him.

It takes him a while to come down from it, no longer inside your mouth, as you clean his cock up with yor tongue, hand massaging his tummy to help him relax.

But by the way he looks at you, you can tell he isn't looking forward to a relaxing time.

His cock is starting to harden again, and his fingers tease your most sensitive part.

A long night is ahead of the two of you.

[jesaiahs]

identifica lo que probablemente saldrá de su boca en ese instante y tal vez expresión la delata un poco; no le costaba mucho descubrir la ecuación desde que sabía lo de carmy, le constaba que no era mera casualidad encontrarse con niall ese día y es más, previa interacción con susodicho había confirmado lo que ya de por sí se sabía. no era su problema, no tenía por qué comentarlo en voz alta, pero dentro de todo, encontraba algo gracioso cómo inglesa se veía que realmente estaba pensando mucho antes de hablar; siendo que está en ese problema desde un inicio gracias a ella. no tiene que decir nada, sabe que vesper no tardaría nada en descifrar cómo francesa trata de reprimir una risita, digna de quién te metió en problemas y no se arrepiente en absoluto ahora; sabía que no era tan letal desde que los vio llegar juntos y una gran parte de su preocupación se desvaneció. no hay mucho intercambio de su parte porque en el instante que la sujeta, azabache obedece en automático y sólo se limita a guiarla, sin girarse a buscar a niall o a cualquier otro relativo a ella; sabía que no podía evitarla por mucho más tiempo y esta vez, ni siquiera había sido adrede ir a su encuentro. habitación la percibe un poco más oscura y mucho más silenciosa en comparación al bullicio de personas que se encontraban afuera. de no estar con el corazón en la garganta, se daría la tarea de dedicar a detalle la estructura a su alrededor pero ahora mismo sólo puede observar a la británica. lo siguiente que escucha, la sorprende de forma positiva y provoca que se deshaga a la par de antifaz para poder encararla como corresponde, sin ocultar absolutamente nada. la había destripado sin mucho miramiento y con intención, lo tenía tan presente que todavía le dolía porque ella jamás habría hecho algo así consciente y pardos cuentan esa historia. "te disculpaste tres veces." señala, acercándose con cautela hacía ella sin una segunda intención. un suspiro abandona carmines, deja de retener la respiración y sabe que tiene que vocalizar ahora. "lamento haber ido a contarle a carmy." se lo debe, no sabe en qué aprieto la metió. suena mucho más calmada de aquella vez en el despacho y una parte de ella piensa que probablemente vesper se arrepiente de confesión en el momento de calor dominado por la ira. "no sé si podamos volver a lo de antes, vesper, porque nunca te había dicho que te amaba." suena algo triste cuando habla, proque la extrañaba mucho más allá de todo el drama que las persiguió las últimas semanas; la quería por completo y de manera incondicional, pero desconocía si vesper se acercaba con esas intenciones. "pero no quiero que te alejes, no quiero perderte otra vez." diestra busca contraria para tomarla con timidez, nunca afianzando un contacto directo por temor al rechazo. "jamás podría odiarte." suena mucho más rota porque no se había dado cuenta que estaba conteniéndose hasta ese momento. "no puedo hacerlo y no puedes hacer que lo haga." lo último ya viene como advertencia. "¿qué vamos a hacer, ves?"

la punta de su lengua acaricia el interior de su mejilla, gesto usual en británica que es sinonimo de exasperación, quizás un poco de nerviosismo. lo cierto es que le cuesta mirarla directamente, permanecer cerca de ella. calor se hace casi intolerable justo en el espacio donde cuerpos colisionaron, y tiene que suspirar para templar sensación. "seguramente—" follándose a carmy, iba a decir, pero se muerde la lengua para no meter la pata nuevamente, si está ahí por bocona. la escucha mencionar al susodicho y vesper solo puede pensar en lo irónico de la situación. "vengo con él," asiente, encogiendo los hombros ligeramente, sin molestarse en explicarle por qué no están juntos en ese momento —probablemente por eso que quería decir dos segundos atrás—, y entonces francesa se le adelanta antes de que ella pueda terminar de organizar sus ideas. muerde labio inferior en lo que mira a su alrededor, y entonces toma de la muñeca a mayor para alejarla tanto como sea posible de la multitud. inspecciona habitación en la que se adentran, resultando ser una sacristía. primero se asegura de que no haya nadie que vaya a interrumpirlas, y luego observa el resto en lo que se retira la máscara. hay unos cuantos cirios encendidos, un altar más pequeño que el que se encuentra en el templo, un confesionario, y un montón de imágenes religiosas que la incomodan porque nunca ha sido apegada a dichas creencias, pero al mismo tiempo, le hace pensar en cuántas veces escuchó sobre ellas. traga con fuerza y antes de que jesaiah pueda cuestionarla, se da la vuelta para encararla. "lo lamento, ¿bien?" suelta sin más, y por un instante quisiera volver a ponerse el antifaz para no sentirse tan expuesta. "sé que he estado siendo una completa hija de puta, y lo lamento," para vesper no es fácil decir esas palabras, es evidente por la forma en que su lengua parece arrastrarse justo en esa porción, pero lo dice en serio. le parece tan irónico buscar redención ante los ojos de dios, en un sitio donde los pecadores buscan perdón, porque ella no lo merece. ha escuchado que es misericordioso, pero ¿a jesaiah le quedaría un poco de eso después de todo lo que ha hecho? "no tienes que perdonarme, no tenemos que volver a ser lo de antes—" y quiere decir que de hecho lo extraña, lo de antes. no se refiere a esa especie de romance que se colaba entre ellas, sino a la amistad que solían tener, incluso si esta era bastante cuestionable por los mismos motivos de ahora— al menos en ese entonces no tenían tantos problemas como ahora. por primera vez, vesper se tropieza con sus palabras, por lo que termina haciendo un ademán con la mano que sostiene la máscara y exhala. "como sea. lo lamento, y creo que tenías que saberlo," por su paz mental. la mira solo unos segundos, porque eventualmente cerúleos se desvían a otra parte de la habitación, incapaz de sostener mirada.