#basilio imagine

[babykatafan]

i love my cat

[bad811content]

[potionbarrel]

can someone help. they're in my head and they won't leave.

[f0xgl0v3]

Guess who might have walking pneumonia hahaha. Idk gang something something.. there’ll be a Bryce Lawerence post or maybe a ‘Kleos finally lost it- redesigning class 1-A’ post let’s see I’m just feeling really bad and fatigued but to the point that the fatigue is overwhelming me if that makes sense (like I almost broke down into tears because my body feels a certain way and everything feels so slow and I feel so tired and my mind just feels tired and I just want to do my school work and I barely held it together).

Either way peace and love gang, I got to the point in season 7 where the dub episodes haven’t been released yet and even though I’m capable of watching the og voice acting with subtitles and usually prefer that I just can’t switch voice actors right now. Either way my favorite characters are like.. Present Mic, Seji Shishikura(?), inasa, Shoji, Tokoyami, Aoyama, and STAIN. STAIN IS MY FAVORITE I LOVE HIM, something something stain and his hypocrisy something something Stain overlap with punk subgenres and like anti capitalism and whatever

All that to say uhm. Kleos kinda going through the wringer, but I’ll have some art to provide everyone soon :3 I started messing around with a new brush on Ibis paint I really like right now and it’s making me make art in a particular way that I’m liking right now.

[lxdymoon0357]

Beware of the Villainess

Yandere! Melissa X Fem! Reader (spicy)

Beware of the Villainess dating Hcs

PlatonicYandere! Melissa X LittleSister! Reader

Yandere! Melissa X Yandere! Yuri X Unwilling! Reader X Yandere! Nine

Melissa Podebrat dating Headcanons

[aeternallis]

Colin's jealousy just hits so well for me this season because unlike Simon and Anthony's jealousy (which mostly comes from male ego and physical lust), Colin's jealousy is born from something much deeper, beyond the surface-level, primitive instinct of seeing he has competition. That's not to say some of that isn't influencing Colin's actions, it most certainly is, but it's not the main force driving his emotions.

His jealousy doesn't come from out of nowhere, yknow?

His jealousy is born from shared history with one of the few genuine relationships in his life that he holds close to his heart, an unconscious, albeit cherished understanding that Penelope is a constant in his life. It's born from the slow, painful realization that he had lost her without even knowing it (further shaking his already flimsy resolve to try and fit into society's standards of being a typical rake), and whilst making a genuine effort to earn her good graces back, unwisely set himself up to lose her again.

Whereas Simon and Anthony's jealousy is superficial (and logically speaking, doesn't make much sense and only speaks to their self-entitlement due to their positions in society), Colin's jealousy is a humbling experience for him, which lends itself to his growth as a character and as a man. It's no wonder he'd described it as "a feeling that is like torture, but something he cannot, will not, does not want to give up."

Can y'all imagine Simon and Anthony having the same sentiment as that without it coming off as OOC? Simon was determined not to continue his family line and Anthony couldn't let go of his pride and obligations, pursuing Edwina until the latter had to set her foot down akjhdjsvbd If they had had any choice in the matter, both of them would have done their utmost to not have to feel anything towards their love interests pre-marriage. (Colin too made an attempt with that second brothel scene, but let's be real, it was half-assed at best)

Colin wants Penelope so much to the point he'd fully embraced even the torture of wanting her. And honestly? That's so damn refreshing to see, considering the typical romantic leads we usually see on television are trying to repress their emotions, not embrace it.

Colin yearns and wants, and he wants unashamedly. He's not jealous of Lord Debling; it's less about Lord Debling himself and the superb qualities he has that makes him an eligible gentleman specifically for Penelope and her circumstances, and more about being threatened by the concept of any other individual having the chance to establish that same emotional connection he has with Pen, and the possibility of that growing into something even more.

For all his kindness, Colin is actually quite possessive of that special connection he has with Penelope, and for a man who's already at odds and ends with his purpose in life and who he is in the grand scheme of the ton, understandably so.

It's why I knew in my gut during my first watch-through of s3 part 1 that although Colin had offered to help Pen find a husband by teaching her how to seduce men, he had never actually set out for it to be a successful endeavor. Lol If anything, it was just an excuse to be able to spend time with her. He had, albeit subconsciously, probably pictured the entire exercise to be something more along the lines of the incident with Lord Basilio, i.e. joking/gossiping w/ Pen about her prospective suitors and how unsuitable they are for her.

It's why Colin's excuses regarding Lord Debling about being a bad marriage prospect for Penelope sound so damn weak, his best reasoning being that he's "too particular."

For Colin, no man was ever going to be good enough for Penelope if it wasn't himself.

[cultureosmosisenjoyer]

God, Fidelios jabbing at Basilio for having a height advantage when racing hits so differently when you learn he literally stopped growing from the igniter experiments.

Imagine finally clawing your way out of a hellhole and getting treatment for the immediate damage, only for years to pass, watching the brother you dragged out of that hole slowly grow, all while you stay the same. Your own body’s stagnation being a constant reminder of what was permanently done to both of you.

And yet it’s something Del don’t feel any animosity or envy toward Basilio for being the lucky one. It’s just something he brushes off whenever someone confronts his status as elder brother with, like we see with Hulkenberg at nightprowler. And my god is that heartwarming and heartbreaking.

[cskyes]

Since they left Basilio and Isagani's fate up for doubts, you ever wonder if Rizal ever planned to turn Basilio into a full parallel of Simoun and Isagani into a full parallel of Elias?

Like imagine, in the middle of Makamisa it's suddenly revealed that Basilio, who was somehow not implicated in Simoun's plot, finished his degree and is now ingrained within the community of San Diego. He works as a community doctor, giving free treatment to the poorer people.

Imagine Isagani, realizing that trying to reason with those in power never works, decides to join the more underground militant groups, hell maybe we can even sneak in Penitente, Penitente family lore, and a little Penilaez angst.

Maybe we could get a quick look back at the other students too, Sandoval turns into a mini Don Custodio; maybe Makaraig follows Sandoval, or maybe serve as a rival to the Pelaez family in the world of business; Pecson enters the legal world, following Senyor Pasta's philosophy of "Bah! Who cares? All that matters is that you have a good life!," and Paulita? Paulita turns into a kinder version of Victorina, sure she's still somewhat matapobre, but her opinion on Indios are better, no doubt thanks to Isagani.

And maybe at the end we could see Isagani and Basilio meet up again, ending the Elibarra/Basigani angst by finally having a happy ending. They begin the revolution, but this time without the flaws Simoun's revolution had. This time, it was a revolution founded on justice; truth; equality, and not founded on rage; hate; and angst.

[jmmangkukulam]

More childhood lore from Trese Lite: Postcard Book 1!

So, here’s another one of my fav postcards from the book. The card shows young Basilio receiving a cup of chichirya (chips/junk food) from a man named Mang TengTeng, with Crispin happily crossing the street towards them while holding two bottles.

From context, Mang TengTeng seems to be a mangangalakal. In Philippines, this is someone who picks up junk like bottles, newspaper, cartons, and scrap metal to sell to the junk shop.

Anyway, the postcard had this message written on its back:

Dear Papa,

Mang TengTeng came by today. He brought some chichirya for us. After the Kambal finished their merienda, they rummaged through the scrap metal in the kariton. By the time I finished eating, they had crafted three different types of weapons. It really is in their nature to be destructive and wage war! I still doubt you and lolo made the right decision.

~Alex

What I found interesting here, besides how adorable the Kambal are, was how they were able to create weapons incredibly fast and just from scraps. I love the idea that even though most of the weapons they wield now were made by the Metalero, they actually have the ability to craft their own. I like to imagine that the Kambal has their own workshop where they create various kinds of deadly experimental weapons as a hobby. I hope that we get to see them use their own crafted weapons in the future! They can definitely fight with martial arts if stripped off of their weapons but it’d be funny to see them insist on crafting a make-shift gun from junk just because they find it more fun to fight with weapons.

There’s also young Alex still voicing out how much she distrusts the two war gremlins and hates that they’re now her adopted baby brothers lol.

[intertche]

i need basilio/will content so bad im suffering im absolutely starving i cannot do this 😭😭😭 THEY'RE SO GOOD 😭😭😭😭

I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THEIR HEIGHT DIFFERENCE OOOHHHHHHHH

Imagine Bas uses Will as an arm rest and Will is like

"Do you really treat your future king like this?"

and Bas is like. "Yea, cause you're MY future king. I can do what I want with ya."

AARGRGTHAHHRHRHR

[pepsiiwho]

A bathtub Will/Basilio wip for the ppl, warning nsfw under the cut

“Right, move over—”

Will moves back, instinually making room before remembering where he was. “Basilio you can’t fit in here. I can hardly fit in here—”

The other man just scoffs, putting his toiletries down and squating. From here Will can see his entire body (still toned as it was yesterday, unfortunetly) and his eyes focus on the small towel sitting low on Basilio’s hips, looesly knotted and held in place by a fist. “It’s quite deep, I reckon. You stay where you are and I’ll just hop on top for a moment. No sense waffling”

“I cannot imagine this is easier then waiting for me to get out”

“You know I hate layin’ in me own filth, cap. It’s right nasty. Me and Del used to do this all the time, it’s hardly much bother. Saves hot water too, real efficent like.”

For the sake of your realtionship, I hope you didn’t do it like this. I hope he never looked at you the way I am.

Basilio has one leg in before he stops, looking at Will’s face. In a move that has to be on purpose, just to stab Will in the heart, Basilio frowns as his ears drop, just enough to be noticable “Oh… Sorry, Cap. I… I didn’t mean to impose none. Ignore me”

It’s like being critially hit, regret filling his chest in equal time as the pain of making Basilio, of all people, upset. And, if that wasn’t enough, his tail stops moving, dropping low. As if he hasn’t felt that enough. He grabs at Basilio’s wrist, softly, and pulls enough to stop his retreat. “No, I… You’re the one who’ll be cramped. Not me. If you don’t mind that, come on”

“Promise, won’t trouble me not one bit. I’ll be in and out don’t worry”

With that Basilio rips his towl off, dropping it outside the tub and sticks one long leg in the water. Will got an eyefull, his previous view of the dark forest lost to the beam of skin in front of him. Basilio was as handsome as ever, body worn and torn in such a way it resembled artistic rendering more then proof of violence. The paripus babbles on about something, it’s hard to focus with his cock hanging heavy between his legs as he lowered. How such a good looking man got around without disturbance was lost on Will.

“Me, Del and Lor–… Louis, used to take baths together in the infantry. Del hated staying in the water longer then he had too ‘cause he always fell alseep quick. Louis on the other hand, big bastard he is, he’d sit there and redo his hair every other minute, making sure it stayed out his eyes. They were so both so boring…” He says all this with a smile, slowly lathering himself with the soap bar.

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“Here?” Basilio whispers, stiffling a moan “Anyone could walk out—!”

“Like you did?” Will licks at the slippery bud, tasting the epsonsalts and flowers he’d poured in earlier. It was bitter, in the way all soap is, but the heat of Basilio’s chest almost makes it taste sweet. He leans in furthers, hands gripping Basilio’s submerged ass for purchase, fingers wandering between plush peaks.“Far as I’m concerned you asked for this”

Basilio grips onto Will’s hair, gasping. “Y-you—!��

Will sucks at the nipple, licking a still healing wound scar above the tip. He can’t help but pull at the bud, bitting softly. Basilio looks like a dream from here, soaking wet, covered in suds, his mouth wet as he tries to stop the noises. A deep flush covering his whole body, with his hair coming out of the quickly made bun he put up before joining the bath. “I’d be quiet if I were you. We’re right under the cockpit”

“You’re a dog captain, a r-right fiend—” Basilio keeps shuddering, sinking deeper into the water, trying to find purschase on Will’s slippery skin and when that fails, he moves to the

[she-karev]

Man’s Best Friend (Andrew DeLuca Dog Imagine)

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Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: One of Three

Fandom: Station 19

Canon Episode: Season 4 Episode 4

AN: Hey guys I’m a dog mom so I decided to give Andrew a dog. The dog of this story is based on the actor, Giacomo Gianniotti’s, IRL dog named Jazz. If you want proof just go on his Instagram page.

Summary: Andrew DeLuca tries to get back in Amber’s good graces, but she rejects him again. Meanwhile Station 19 tries to calm down a drug addict and abusive couple who have a three-legged dog that overdosed on cocaine. A concerned neighbor brings the dog to the hospital where Andrew is at the pit and revives the dog.

Words: 4023

April 8th 2020

Maya looks around the pasta hanging out to dry in her and Carina’s kitchen as well as the cheeses around the island in growing anxiety. She’s a woman who likes control especially in her own home but she knows it’s not just her home anymore it’s hers and Carina’s.

Lately Carina has been on a cooking binge and while Maya found it sexy at first now, she finds it to be an inconvenience to have ingredients for a whole party in a pandemic. She tries to hide her stress as she walks around her roommate Andy Herrera who looks more amused than Maya at the kitchen being turned into an Italian restaurant.

“I-I always dreamed of living inside a Buca di Beppo, and…and now we do.” Andy jokes.

Maya explains, “Carina is hanging all this to dry. She says that it reminds her of home.” A little of her stress shows as she asks her best friend, “What do I do with this?”

Andy smiles holding a cheese slice, “I don't know. Throw a dinner party?”

Andy sniffs and is taken back by the scent as Carina walks in with her brother behind her. Andrew DeLuca came by after making a request to Carina last night about making a dish so he can give it to Amber as a symbol of his love and an apology.

“Oh, you like that one?” Carina smiles, “It's Basilio. Pesto-flavored and made from unpasteurized sheep's milk.”

Maya looks at Andrew curiously feeling her stress grow at having guests over without her knowledge. She shoves it down, however knowing better than to antagonize her lover’s brother. Instead she asks the Italian man calmly.

“Hi, what are you doing here?”

“I’m here to get something from Carina, she said she just got it out of the oven this morning. I had to get them while they’re hot.”

Carina pulls out a small white cake box with a window showing that instead of cake it has cannoli’s instead.

Andrew gratefully takes the box, “Thank you, hopefully these will do the job.”

“What job?” Andy asks, curious about what his intentions are, and he explains.

“The job of convincing a prickly resident to love and forgive me once she sees I am serious about my mental health and my commitment to a relationship she told me is dead twice now.”

Andy hmms at that, “Most guys give flowers and chocolates.”

“Amber hates flowers.” Andrew informs her plainly, “And she says chocolate is good but sour gummy bears are her sweet tooth’s love.”

Maya chuckles, “She sounds…unique.”

Andrew sighs wistfully, “You have no idea. I better get going while these are still fresh thanks again.” Carina grins as her brother leaves, “Wish me luck!”

Andy chuckles before turning to Maya, “Uh, we're gonna be late.”

Maya nods and looks at Carina who is washing tomatoes. She caresses her back before walking away but not before shouting to Carina and the world, “I love you!”

Carina looks at Maya with an amused grin and the blonde firefighter leaves while Carina laughs.

Later

April and Amber get out of Amber’s car that she parks behind Jackson’s apartment building. Their shift ended an hour ago so April proposed they carpool together so they can save the planet one way. Amber didn’t resist, mostly because she’s too tired and worn out to object, but still.

April slings her purse over her shoulder while Amber gets her backpack from the back, “How did it go with Ian Talbert’s lawyer?”

Amber saddens reminded of her patient who died after putting her on the will. She slings her backpack and slams the door, “He was asking me questions to make sure I didn’t persuade Ian before he died. After that he left me about 50 grand from Ian’s account.”

April’s eyes widen at that amount, “Wow, he wasn’t kidding about leaving you everything.”

“Well yes and no.” Amber explains as they walk to the front entrance, “Most of his estate went to his ex-wife and a variety of military charities. Honestly, I’m glad I didn’t get everything. I wouldn’t know what to do with all of that money let alone 50 grand.”

April shrugs, “You could donate it or invest in a new place.”

“Real estate is hell right now and your neighbors are much cleaner. I’ll think of something once this whole thing is over.”

“Do you have work tomorrow?”

They turn left at the corner on the sidewalk, “I have a shift tomorrow afternoon so I’m just gonna spend the day reading trashy novels. I just hope the next patient I have in the ICU he’ll walk out with everyone clapping. God, I want someone to get a good clap out.” Amber holds the military tags in her hands as she misses Ian.

April looks at her in sympathy, “He didn’t blame you; you know that.”

“I know but that doesn’t mean I don’t blame myself.”

Amber and April finally arrive at the front entrance where Amber sees Andrew DeLuca on the bench outside. He is wearing a leather jacket, blue shirt and jeans with a black mask on his face. Amber’s shock is hidden by her red fabric mask as well as April’s who is wearing a purple mask.

Andrew stands up holding the white box and greets, “Hi I uh wanted to come by and see how you are since Grey was admitted to the ICU.”

Amber’s shock morphs to annoyance over Andrew not taking a hint and looks down on the ground with her arms crossed while April is next to her watching how the scene plays out like she’s watching medical Bridgerton.

Andrew clears his throat, “Anyways I brought you something special. It’s cannoli’s.” Amber closes her eyes at the symbol of the cannoli’s.

Story of Cannoli's Here

“I thought some sweets would help and I know how much you liked the dark chocolate chips inside the filling.”

Amber exhales annoyed as April looks at her waiting for her reaction but she stays silent while the Italian waits there with the box in his hands. The red headed doctor decides to step in desperate for this to not be awkward.

“It looks delicious Andrew.” April says for Amber who glares at her before glaring at her ex-boyfriend.

“She does not speak for me; I speak for me so I am gonna speak for me to you so you can get this through your thick skull.” Andrew frowns sensing a verbal lashing coming, “When I tell you you’re not gonna earn my forgiveness I mean it. When I tell you that I am not getting back into this crap fest of a relationship with you I mean it. This is not some high school, ‘I hate him because I love him’ crap this is me putting myself first after I made myself vulnerable for you and you hurt me in every way you knew would do the trick. And then you walked away without so much as letting me know if you were alive or not which at this point I don’t give a damn about either!”

Andrew stands there frowning while April is next to them trying to look anywhere else besides the soap opera right in front of her. Amber exhales before continuing.

“You are untrustworthy, you are unpredictable, you are unstable, and I have had enough of all of that to last all our lifetimes. I am 150 percent certain that if I give you another chance you will slip, and I will once again be forced to raise a mentally incompetent child whose main goal is to hurt me or neglect me and I am not doing that again! So I don’t want you coming to me with Italian pastries or sweet words to make me forget the hell you put me through because I don’t want to see you, I don’t want to hear from you!”

Andrew stands there with a hurt look that makes April feel sympathetic towards him. Amber growls under her breath and briskly walks away from them pushing the front door open. April gingerly approaches Andrew taking the box from him while he sighs at another brutal rejection.

“Sorry.” April says not knowing what else to do. She walks away from him and follows Amber expecting to find her in front of the elevator. But she spots Amber opening the door to the stairwell, so she runs toward her and starts walking up the stairs with Amber a flight ahead.

“Hey why are we taking the stairs? Elevators were invented, you got the memo right?”

Amber is breathing steadily as she climbs, “Your ex is taking up the gym so I gotta get my exercise somehow. Plus, the maskless Karen’s don’t take the stairs and it’s less awkward than an elevator ride with them.”

“I bet.” April begins to pant as the exertion is getting to her but she continues to talk to Amber while they climb, “Hey speaking of exes are we gonna talk about your brutal dismembering of yours five seconds ago?”

“You are my friend, not his you do not get to take his side.” Amber tells April angrily.

“I am not taking sides I am just saying maybe you could have made your point a little less viciously. Especially when he’s trying to get back in your good graces.”

“He dumped me, kicked me out and compared me to my mom.” Amber coldly reminds April who is lagging behind, “And that was just the day of the blizzard, do you want me to list all the other things that make his attempts look like trying to glue together shredded paper?”

April pants overexerted, “You need to stop.”

Amber doesn’t notice as she’s climbing the stairs without a problem unlike April, “Do not tell me what to do.”

“No, I mean stop!” Amber stops midway through the steps causing April to stop and lean against the railing clutching her chest, “I’m having a cardiac event these stairs are killing me. You have no idea how lucky you are to be 29.”

“26.” Amber corrects a heaving April who looks up annoyed, “I skipped 4th and 9th grade and finished undergrad in 3 years.”

“I hate you.” April exhales deeply as she leans against the rail to Amber’s confusion.

“Didn’t you have to do basic training in the army or something?”

April gulps, “That was a long time ago and I was a surgeon on the field not a soldier.”

“Either way we gotta keep going, do you want me to carry you soldier?” Amber asks sarcastically.

April shakes her head and stands up straight, “Let’s do this, just keep a slow pace please.”

Amber rolls her eyes but goes back to climbing at a relatively calmer pace as April walks up behind her, “I’m not trying to make this harder for you and I’m not taking sides I’m just saying maybe give the poor guy credit where credit is due.”

“I am not moving back in with him.” Amber emphasizes.

“I’m not saying you should I am just saying all that anger and rage you have towards him isn’t just killing him it’s killing you too.” Amber scoffs at April’s analysis, “Look the world is imploding we don’t need you blowing it up as well. Maybe you can lessen the resentment just a bit and see things from his point of view.”

Amber scoffs, “Yeah, I know his point of view, I know the stress and the crazy that filled his head for months before he came to his senses. I have had to do that with my mom and brother so I wouldn’t be so mad at them, and I have had it. I have had it with the crazy and the trust issues and being a checklist of apologies when they take their meds after a crazy spiral, I am not gonna do that again. And that scene was me making it clear, trust me he’ll thank me for getting his foot in the door and showing him there’s no future where we could possibly work.”

Later

A loud thud stops Bailey as she enters the supply closet. She sees the sound coming from Andrew DeLuca roughly organizing the supplies they have on the shelves. He puts the storage bins on the shelves with so much force they rattle. Even though he’s wearing a mask she sees in his eyes the frustration that she can tell is coming from some place other than work.

“DeLuca?” Andrew stops in place for a moment before putting another bin on the shelf with a little less force, “Is there a reason you’re organizing the closet like it’s a boxing gym?”

Andrew chuckles darkly, “Let’s see, I got saddled with a bipolar diagnosis, made an embarrassment of myself in front of the entire medical community, have to work at a hospital in the middle of a pandemic and just an hour ago the woman I love told me to fuck off when I tried to ply her with cannoli’s.” Bailey frowns at that feeling bad for him, “I’m hoping my luck will change soon and I’ll contract this virus and die inside one of those depressing cubicles.”

“That is not funny.”

“I wasn’t trying to be.” Andrew bitterly says before grabbing a bin and throwing it at the floor getting more mad at himself by the minute, “She called me another mentally incompetent child she was burdened with which you know I can take it because let’s be honest it’s more tame than the crap I said to her. It’s probably what I deserve after I stupidly destroyed the only good relationship I have even been.”

“The mental illness did that you didn’t.” Bailey tries to tell him to no avail.

“Like mental illness got her mom to neglect her and her brother to almost kill her?” Andrew asks that stops Bailey in place, “Maybe if she didn’t have so much of that crap happening to her over and over again we could be…but we can’t. She doesn’t want me because she thinks I am gonna be like her mom and my father and make false promises to get better only to keep disappointing her. And…and the thought of doing this to her again makes me sick, it makes me promise not to her but to myself that I will not go down the path of my father, that I will be better than him.”

Bailey nods and speaks again, “Have you said all of this to her?”

Andrew chuckles bitterly, “She is not reciprocal of me right now, trust me.”

“DeLuca, I separated from my husband when I was slipping too. I made him feel like it was his fault that I was on the verge of another heart attack. I made him leave and it wasn’t until I got better, I realized my life was less stressful with him in it than without.” Bailey sighs at that rough time before continuing, “Now when I came to my senses, I knew it would take more than one apology to get him to take me back. I knew I had to fight for my marriage after I almost broke it. I knew I loved him enough to show him I am not gonna run again and that I was here to stay. Can you tell me if you feel that way about Amber?”

Andrew inhales and exhales behind his mask, “I do.”

“Then tell her all of that and if she still doesn’t trust you…then find a way to live your life without her because she can’t be your salvation, you have to be that for yourself.” Bailey leaves Andrew to think over her advice.

Later

Vic and Travis enter the scene and see the pregnant woman outside her house smashing tables and chairs with a baseball bat and spouting bible verses in anger annoying her neighbors.

“Do unto your neighbors as you would have them do unto you!”

Travis and Vic start gowning before entering the yard, “Oh, fun. Church.”

Vic asks the lady from a distance, “Ma'am, are you alright? We received a call about someone being struck by a-by a baseball.”

Gina hits the chair with the bat and yells at her neighbor, “You want me to call the cops every time you get in a fight with your ugly husband, huh?!”

Travis tries to calm down the agitated woman, “Hey, ma'am! Ma'am! We're not the police.”

“I still don't want you here!”

“Okay, we're actually from the Seattle Fire Department.” Vic holds a mask to Gina, “Can you please put this on?”

“God protects us!” Gina defends.

“Yep, God protects us with masks!” Travis argues back.

Vic gets back to topic as Gina hits a beer can with the bat, “Ma'am, we got a call about a head injury. Can you tell us what happened?”

“Yeah, I got drunk nine months ago and had sеx with my loser husband! That's what happened! Eddie, try not to be such a bitch baby your whole life!”

Vic speaks to the radio, “Alright, Bishop, this is Aid Car 19. We're gonna need some backup here.” Vic sees the empty dog bowls and a dirty rope leash that was untied, “Ma’am do you have a dog? Is he violent?”

Gina sees the empty leash and growls, “Where the hell is that whining bitch! Hey!” She yells at the neighbors next door, “Which one of you stole Jazz?! I’m gonna crack your skulls if you don’t give him back!”

An Asian teenager speaks up from behind her dad, “Shut up Gina my mom’s taking him to the vet after your loser ass husband fed him drugs when he was barking!”

Travis looks at the neighbors and the angry woman in shock, “What? You…What?!”

Later

Andrew walks around the pit seeing as many patients as he can before he goes home. The pit is a welcome relief compared to the covid ICU. Suddenly an Asian woman in her early 50’s runs inside the pit carrying a three-legged black pitbull/labrador that is slowly losing consciousness in the woman’s arm who looks frantic.

“I need a doctor help!” Andrew sees her and is surprised by the dog but approaches her.

“Ma’am what is it? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

The woman shakes her head, “No it’s not me it’s the dog my neighbors they fed him drugs to shut him up and I got him untied when that cunt Gina wasn’t looking, please help him.”

The story takes Andrew by surprise and he reacts, “Okay, um get him on a bed.” The woman puts the dog on the bed where he lies on his side whining causing Andrew to feel bad, “Do you know what this dog ate? Marijuana? Coke? Heroin?”

The woman thinks, “Um coke I think or maybe it was meth I think I don’t know what my crazy ass neighbors are into the guy was always strung out of his mind and he had marks all over his arms.”

“Okay it sounds like cocaine, Narcan!” The nurse hands him the Narcan and he does the math as quickly as he can to figure out the right amount to give, “Okay he’s 20 pounds give or take, 0.4 kilograms per milligram. That’s…9.07 times 0.4 is 3.6 milligrams Narcan.” He takes a syringe and squeezes out the right amount before inserting it in the dog’s hip and pushes the plunger. He anxiously waits several moments for a reaction, “Come on buddy, come on.”

The dog suddenly barks and stands on his three legs on the bed looking around the room excitedly causing Andrew and the woman to exhale in relief. The dog whines as he looks at both of them with interest. Hunt enters the pit and is taken back by the dog in the pit so he approaches them for answers.

“Um DeLuca?”

He explains to his boss, “Dog came in from overdose apparently his owner fed it to him to shut him up. I gave him Narcan and he’s responding.”

“I brought him in, I wanted to take him to the pet emergency room, but I was afraid it was closed like everything else, so I came here.” The woman swallows the lump in her throat, “Thank god I did though, I couldn’t handle a pandemic let alone a dog who was killed by his idiot owners.”

Andrew chuckle slightly, “I think your putting those in the wrong order of horrible events.”

“I’m a dog mom so I’m really not.” The woman scratches the dog behind his ears, “Please tell me you’re not gonna discharge him back to that son of a bitch.”

Andrew straightens up and looks at the dog in sympathy as he lies down on the bed relaxing, “We need to detox his system and if what you told me is true I think a shelter is a better place for him that with those people.”

The woman nods, “Okay I should probably go and make sure my family wasn’t killed by Gina and Eddie aka Bonnie and Clyde on drugs. Plus the cops might want to know what happened assuming they get there. Those damn idiots make as much noise as this and it’s gotten worse since quarantine.”

DeLuca exhales at that, “When you put it like that a shelter might not sound so bad for this guy.” DeLuca strokes Jazz’s furry back who whines in pleasure at the attention.

Later

After hooking up Jazz to the activated charcoal via nasogastric tube and sedating him so he can lay still, DeLuca goes over the chart he made for the furry patient. He snorts thinking about the nurses and Bailey’s reaction to reading a patient chart for a dog. Vic and Warren enter the pit with Eddie handcuffed to the gurney with a facial laceration. The drug addict notices the dog and yells out.

“Hey that’s my dog!”

Vic holds an ice pack to her jaw, “Eddie stop it, don’t make things worse.”

“That’s my dog man what the hell is he doing here?” DeLuca notices and feels anger at the man for acting concerned over a dog he almost killed, “Jazz was supposed to be tied up how did he get out?”

Andrew marches over towards them with a look of fury, “Your Eddie?”

“Yeah man why is my dog here?”

“Your dog is here because your neighbor did the right thing and brought him here after you fed him coke!” Andrew says in anger over Jazz.

“Okay DeLuca that’s enough.” Vic says to ease the patient who starts to cry.

“No, I’m just getting started. If she didn’t do what she did your dog’s heart would have stopped because his owner is an evil junkie!”

Eddie sniffles, “I just want my dog man come on.”

“Did you do that to his leg?” Andrew asks about the three-legged pet, “What did he do? Did he bark too loudly or wake you up from a hangover, so you decided to cut off his leg as punishment?”

Eddie shakes his head, “No man he came like that I felt bad for him when I saw him at the pound I wanted to help.”

“Giving him drugs is helping?” DeLuca asks in anger, “A shelter can give him better care than you ever could. And cruelty towards an animal is gonna show if you ever try to get him back. I bet you didn’t think about that when you were plying him with drugs.”

“He’s all I got left man come on.” Eddie whimpers pathetically that makes DeLuca shake his head.

“Cry me a fucking river.” Andrew coldly says before looking up at Warren and Hughes who stand there awkwardly, “Take him to Trauma 1 and get him as far away as possible from the dog until I take him to a shelter.”

The paramedics wheel a crying Eddie away while DeLuca goes over to Jazz who is sleeping. He looks down at the dog saddened by his previous living situation wondering how someone can be so cruel to their own dog.

Next Part Here

[kairiscorner]

spider noir in a noli au

i can imagine him at the first chapter (yun ba yun) of noli where they were shit talking the native filipinos and noir just chimes in saying, "well you know, the people here are probably only uneducated because... you won't give them an education? hence, you lot (the colonizers) are backwards for not providing them with the necessary graces these lovely people need to live. you're blaming them for your own lack of a mind."

he'd see you as a PERSON and not as a SLAVE. especially if you were a poor indio forced into slavery for a big mestizo/mestiza, HE'D WORK, FIGHT, AND BUY YOUR WAY OUT OF SERVITUDE FOR THEM BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU AND HATES SEEING YOU CHAINED DOWN TO THIS KIND OF LIFE.

he'd be so close to basilio and crispin, and when crispin crispun down the stairs... he was never the same : ( he felt super bad for sisa and was so regretful that he couldn't get those boys out of there any quicker.

i think the guardia civil and higher ups there would've hated him LMAO, but he doesn't care, he's gonna fight his way out of this, keep you safe, and marry you one day.

he wants half-filipino kids, he knows they'd have the cutest eyes and the prettiest complexion to him

HE'D TAKE YOU OUT ON A BOAT RIDE AT NIGHT AND UNDER THE LIGHT OF THE STARS AND THE MOON, AS THE CRICKETS SING AND AS THE ALITAPTAP SURROUND YOU GUYS, HE'D SING OLD LOVE SONGS HE LEARNED IN TAGALOG WITH YOUUUU

he refuses to speak spanish and only talks to in tagalog.

HE BURNS COPIES OF TANDANG BASIO MACUNAT BECAUSE HE KNOWS IT'S BULLSHIT

when you two are riding a kalesa, he holds on to you tightly because he doesn't want you to get hurt when the roads get bumpy, and bc it's an excuse to get close to you :)

HE DOESN'T HATE THE TULISANES TBH, he gets why they're the way they are, but he will not hesitate to FUCK THEM UP IF THEY SO MUCH AS TOUCH A SINGLE STRAND OF HAIR ON YOUR HEAD

he has expressed wanting to marry you and love you for the rest of his life so many times, and how eager he is to wait for your answer, be it a yes or a no, be it today, tonight, tomorrow, or until he's old--just never leave him without telling him a yes or no.

"aking minamahal... hindi ko masasabi sayo ang lahat ng pagmamahal na nararamdaman ko para sayo. ngunit, kung papayagan mo ako, mamahalin kita panghabangbuhay. hihintayin kita para sayong sagot, kahit ibibigay mo ngayong araw, ngayong gabi, bukas o hanggang ako'y matanda na... ikaw parin ang mamahalin ko't hihintayin ko. huwag mo lang akong iwanan ng hindi mo pa akong sinasagot; kahit 'oo' o 'hindi' ang iyong sagot... ikaw parin ang tanging minamahal at mamahalin ko."

a/n: I CAN'T HE'S SO RIZAL CODED

tags !! @thecoolerdor @binibinileonara @connors-cumslurper @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @k4tsu3

[mx-heinous]

Kabanata 2: Live-Posting

Jesus, I would not want to be in the lower deck. The description alone makes me think it would reek like hell

Dressed in complete black, you say? Basilio, you fucking emo kid

The fact that he was already famous for doing medical stuff makes me think that he'd probably be fine after El Fili

Also, Rizal, why the hell did you name TWO of your characters "Basilio" without giving either of them last names

Ah, the opium addiction

"And the student Basilio filled out his meaning by going through the pantomime of striking his fists together." The image that produces looks so fricking cute

Makaraig's one trait in the book is that he's rich

Knowing what happens to Isagani and Paulita later, all I can say is, yikes

Tbh, I thought that Don Tiburcio would have a bigger role in the book

"Don Basilio" Huh, for some reason that feels a little strange to read

I know the symbolism behind the water and beer talk, but imagining them acting it out looks lowkey goofy

Once again, those fucking blue goggles, not even glasses, they're goggles

And here we get confirmation that Irene is a plastic bitch

Goddamn, that introduction for Padre Florentino got me hooked

At least there are some decent priests in this story

Jesus Christ, his story makes me sad

“If you don’t do so, the friars will think that you don’t want to associate with them.”

Gee, who could ever guess why Florentino wouldn't want to be seen around them? 😑

Tbf, who would want to talk to Victorina?

[aeshnalacrymosa]

When All Is Well

top, L-R: Jimmy, Carlos/Carlito, Alexandra, Enrique/Rick, Matthias; bottom, L-R: Crispin, Basilio)

I own all seven volumes of the Trese comics by Budjette Tan and KaJo Baldisimo, and I look forward to reading the new Verdugo special. Alexandra's brothers being introduced in Volume 3 (and given a 2-second cameo in the scene below) and their individual adventures being touched on in the Bloodlines comic inspired me to make this piece. It's really nice, for me, to imagine them together in a relaxed setting like this.

Trese brothers at 2:10!

[cathymee]

not me reading chapter 7 (am so silly lol)

Guess Simoun still comes back, huh?

also Lucky Basilio for finding out Top secrets that the government still cannot find out lol.

Uhhh... Are they having a healthy debate? But yes, keep going, I love listening to Simoun mansplain and Manipulate out of our protagonist XD

But Sir Simoun, I just wanna be a doctor ;-; —Basilio, probably

Dear Simoun, what did they do to deserve that?

I dunno who Simoun dedicated this, but... HELP ME CUZ DANG TUMBLR EL NOLI FANDOM WILL MAKE ME THINK ABOUT ELIBARRA-

Sorry for the caps, but like. I need Basilio's last name XD

not me taking the time to answer this when i have classes in like 7 hours from now and i still have not slept— (blame rizal & his stupid stupid book (affectionate, revering))

chapter 7 my absolute beloved!! this banger of a chapter is still one of my most favorites even now – i have so many Thoughts™ over this chapter it's making me absolutely insaaaane like. these bitches be going back and forth making good points occasionally. and emphasis on occasionally bc,, god,,, their other arguments,,,,,, garbage. shut up. both of you.

1. Ibarra is a BUG that should be SQUASHED on sight. i will throw him on a garbage disposal. we all should. (i say, knowing full well i have a history of ranting to my friends about how sad i get over him)

2. hdghjvfjhd pls this is so funny to me like,, sim 🤝 that superman guy i forgot the name of. it's all in ze ✨glasses✨

3. goDDD simoun was such a boomer in it too like,,, you kids 🙄 chasing butterflies and being all innocent 🙄 when you should be planting b0mbs in celebrations like a REAL MAN 🙄🙄 smh smh. bro would be the equivalent of boomers in our time being like 'oh. OUR generation endured abuse from our parents and teachers and that's why we're disciplined and tough. you kids are WEAKLINGS, that's why you're all undisciplined and unprepared for life.' (<- me typing this up, horrified but laughing over the realization that simoun would unironically support ROTC & the other useless, nonsensical programs & plans of our government for our educational system rn SJGHDHBHDV)

4. yeah!! poor basi's just trying to study man 😞 can u imagine tho a debate between sim & isagani….glorious (also bc 'gani is like. the elias of el fili. both of these mfs threw hands with friars and other powerful figures.)

(isagani once he hears the first bullshit argument from simoun:

5. IK LIKE??? BRO CHILL LMFAOOOO that was such a batshit insane confession but what were we expecting from a tyrant and a fascist

6. oh..you know full well who the noble soul he's referring to… 👀 /lh jkjk but yeah he was referring to his dad in the first two sentences, and the noble soul is elias,,, whose spirit is probably there screaming at simoun's face throughout this whole monologue, throughout the whole chapter (and throughout the whole book tbh)

no apologies needed, you're always welcome to scream with me over all this (sorry for my late replies tho) ^^ and as for basi's last name…*grabs a shovel and heads over to luneta* /j