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sesamestreet47 · 3 years ago

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Bouquets

Camilo Madrigal x fem!reader

platonic!Isabela Madrigal x fem!reader

she/her for the reader & he/him for Camilo & she/her for Isabela

fluff with a little bit of angst

word count: 5522

!english isn’t my first language, so there can be some grammar mistakes that I am sorry for in advance!

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“Isa, I need flowers,”

Isabela jumped startled. She snapped her head towards the sudden voice but quickly calmed down once she noticed to whom it belonged. She faced her friend. “Oh, hi Y/N.” Isabela smiled at her and Y/N returned the gesture. Her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes though.

“Hi. I need flowers,” she repeated.

If it was any other person, Isabela would get offended by the impatience. But it was Y/N. The girl that rarely showed any emotions with a face always adorned with a stoic expression. Isabela stared at her friend. The fidgeting with her feet and pulling on the hem of her skirt didn’t go unnoticed by the oldest Madrigal kid. She might not identify as Señorita Perfecta anymore, but she still had the ability to point out even the slightest changes in one’s behavior. That girl was nervous.

“You need flowers? What kind?” Isa asked, the corner of her mouth lifting a bit. She crossed her arms as Y/N pondered over her answer. Isabela decided to help her a bit. She opened her arms before the teen and soon all kinds of flowers grew from her palms. Orchids, daisies, tulips, poppies.

“No, not these,” Y/N said after examining the plants. She tapped her chin a few times, before looking back at the young woman. “Roses.”

“Roses?” Isa exclaimed. Her smile grew wider. She shook off the remaining petals and soon she was holding a beautiful bouquet of red roses. Y/N looked at each rose but shook her head unsatisfied.

“No,” she stated. “not this color.”

“Then what color do you need?” Isa sighed. She pinched the bridge of her nose feeling the annoyance growing inside of her. She should’ve known better that it was going to go that way. No interaction with Y/N was ever a “straight to the point” one.

“I don’t know, I don’t remember what this type of roses is called,” Y/N shrugged, completely ignoring Isa’s annoyed state. “I think it was something like Jac… Jacquin?”

“Oh, you mean General Jacqueminots!” Isa exclaimed. “Hold on.”

The annoyance quickly disappeared as Isa took the red roses. She gently touched each of the flowers and soon their petals brightened a bit. The roses were now dark pink.

“There you go, amiga,” the woman said with a slight bow. She handed Y/N the bouquet. The girl took it and brought it up to her nose. The sweet smell filling her nostrils. She felt her cheeks warm up and she knew they matched the color of the roses she was holding. Gorgeous flowers, but it’s not like she expected anything less from the gifted girl.

“So,” Isa wondered, elbowing her friend. “who’s the lucky person?”

Y/N came back to reality. Her stoic expression reappearing as she looked at Isabela.

“Someone very special. Adiós Isa,” she stated and kissed Isa’s cheek as a goodbye. She rushed past the girl avoiding further investigation.

Isa stared at her figure. “I might have an idea who that special someone is,” she sang to herself.

“Señorita Isabela, could you make us some flower crowns?” a group of kids run up to her tugging on her dress. She looked at them, a few daisies blossoming from her palms. “Of course niños,”

—

Later that day, once Isabela finished all her chores, she spared no time in getting back to her house. She sprinted to Casita with a speed that put Antonio’s jaguar’s to shame. The house waved its roof tiles at her, but she was too excited to notice the greeting. She stopped in the middle of the house looking around. She panted out of breath, but was smiling nevertheless.

“Hola, Cariña. What’s gotten into you?”

Isabela turned her head and saw her father coming out of the kitchen. Augustín chuckled lightly seeing his oldest daughter in such an unruly state. It’s been some time since Isa stopped caring about perfection, but the messy hair and smudged eyeshadow, that sweat from running so fast melted, was a sight Augustín still found bizarre. He loved this new side of her though.

“Hola papi,” Isa breathed out. “Just looking for everyone else.”

Her father hummed and pointed at the first floor. “They should be up in the nursery. Do your mother a favor and tell them dinner is almost ready,”

“Thanks papá!” Isa shouted already on the stairs.

Without knocking, she practically stormed into the room making everyone’s heads snap towards her. She counted five heads. Just like her dad said, everyone was here. Spending time in Mirabel’s room became a frequent thing among the younger generation. They decided to catch up on all these years and bonding in the smallest yet coziest room in the house was the perfect way to do that.

“What’s up with you?” Mirabel asked with a raised brow. That huge grin on Isa’s face could either mean something really good or really bad. No inbetween.

“Oh, nothing.” Isa waved her sister off. Isabela picked up Antonio and sat in his place putting the smallest Madrigal on her lap. These two weirdly became really close, so affection was a frequent thing among them. Antonio paid no mind to Isa, he just cuddled to her side like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“What are we talking about?” she asked, trying to sound casual. The rest of the kids looked at one another before shrugging it off.

“Just wondering when Mariano will propose,” Luisa explained. “Again.”

“Yeah, he already asked Dolores four times,” Camilo chuckled. Isa looked at her prima amused. Dolores smacked her lips. “I keep telling him it’s too early, but he just doesn’t get it,”

“I’ll bet he’ll have asked you again by the end of the week,” Mirabel said.

“Pfft, more like by tomorrow,” the shapeshifter scoffed.

Dolores put a finger to her lips making everyone shut their mouth and stare at the girl. She put a hand to her ear listening intensely. After a moment the girl sighed. “Camilo won,”

The said teen smiled smugly at his youngest cousin, who in return stuck her tounge out. Isabela coughed into her palm.

“So,” she tapped her fingers. “while we’re on the topic of love and couples and stuff…”

“What are you up to?” Luisa asked her.

“Nothing!” she said trying to sound offended, but the smile she couldn’t contain betrayed her. “I just had an interesting interaction with certain someone earlier today and I was wondering if any of you happened to receive some flowers? Per se… My dear primo over here?”

Everyone turned to look at Camilo who himself had a shocked expression on his face. “Wha-what are you talking about? I’ve no flowers,” he said, cheeks and nose pink. Once again, five pair of eyes looked at Isa. It started to look like a pendulum. Her expression fell slightly.

He’s just embarrassed and doesn’t want to confess. Isabela reassured herself.

Of course the flowers were for him. She couldn’t possibly think of anyone else. Y/N and Camilo were close. Closer than regular friends would be. Only around him did her stoic façade disappear. Her eyes would become more lively, her body language more relaxed and at ease. Her lips always curved into a small but genuine smile whenever he was around. It seemed that for Camilo that smiled reached her eyes, only for him. Isa rooted for the pair and she got the whole family to do so as well. Ever since Dolores heard Camilo say something that made Y/N laugh (thing that Isa deemed impossible) the flower growing girl knew her little friend had it bad for her primo. Isabela was a hopeless romantic. She loved seeing people in love, especially when they were people she was close with. Seeing Dolores so in love with Mariano was probably the start of her little love is in the air phase. Was it even a phase? Maybe the two lovebirds that was her prima and ex fiance had just awakened something in her that was always there. Just hidden deep. That’s why when she noticed the red cheeks and lovesick glances between Y/N and Camilo, she started growing daisies and pulling on their petals muttering to herself he loves her…he loves her not…she loves him…she loves him not, hopeful these two would finally get together. Her brain just couldn’t accept the fact any of them could have feelings for someone else.

“Okay, then…” she trailed off squinting her eyes suspiciously. “Oh, dinner is ready by the way.”

Isa stood up abruptly making Antonio yelp in surprise and fall onto the bed. Mirabel looked at her cousins and Luisa with a confused face. Everyone else just shrugged not knowing what was that about as well. They followed Isabela out of the room.

—

“Ay, Camilo!” Pepa groaned at her oldest son.

He just slid onto a chair next to Isa, the one his mom wanted to sit on. Camilo just smiled sheepishly at his mother knowing she can’t get mad at him for too long. The woman rolled her eyes and sat on the chair next to him. The few small clouds that formed themselves above her head, fading away as her brother Bruno started telling her a story. Isa observed that scene with a confused look and mouth full of empanadas. She turned her attention back to her plate, but not for too long.

“Isa,” Camilo hissed. “What the hell was that in the nursery? With whom did you have an interesting interaction? What flowers?”

“It’s okay, primo. No need to be embarrassed.” she winked at him. Camilo cleared his throat.

“No, I don’t think you understand. I have no clue what you’re talking about. No one gave me flowers!” he said slightly annoyed. And slightly too loud. Everyone looked at the pair with puzzled looks on their faces. Camilo laughed awkwardly and Isa smiled nervously. The family hesitantly went back to their meals or conversing with the relative next to them. Isabela put down her empanada in disbelief. Did he really not get the roses? Then who did? Isa was so sure the bouquet was meant for her primo, it would never occur to her that she could've been wrong. Was there really someone else? But who?

“Are you sure? Like absolutely sure? ” she asked hoping that he was just messing with her. Knowing Camilo, he probably was. But her hopes were quickly destroyed as Camilo nodded.

Oh, no.

“So you didn’t get the General Jacqueminots? The dark pink roses?” she whispered looking ahead. Like she wasn’t asking but making the situation clear.

“No, what even are those?”

“Beautiful flowers, the meaning of mellow love,” she whispered, her gaze spaced out. Camilo blinked a few times leaning against the chair’s backrest. “And… Who asked you for those?” he asked, biting his lip in worry. He was afraid he already knew the answer to that.

“Y/N did,”

He lost his appetite.

—

It turned out that the situation with flowers wasn’t a one time thing. Y/N didn’t leave Isa alone for the next week or so. Every morning she would find her on the plaza, tap her shoulder making Isabela jump, ask for flowers and flee before Isa could question her. Same place, same time, same conversation. The only thing that differed was the kind of the plants. Y/N never asked for the same type twice. Each day Isa was tasked to grow a new bouquet. After the General Jacqueminots, she asked for Wild Pansies. Then Isa created a bouquet of Cornflowers. Next were Peach Blossoms. She also gave Y/N some Ivy Geraniums, Cedars and Gorses.

And when kids would ask her for flower crowns, she’d respond with “I wish, but I’m in a hurry niños,”. After daily interaction with Y/N, Isa would run back to Casita. She herself had no idea where that speed was coming from. Once home, she’d knock on the shapeshifter’s door and without waiting for an invitation she’d storm into his room. Camio realized she knocked to announce herself rather than ask for permission to come in.

“Jeez, Isa!” he shouted the first time she did that, visibly startled at the sudden appearance of his oldest cousin.

“She ordered Wild Pansies!” Isa breathed out ignoring Camilo’s annoyed expression. The boy covered his face with his arms groaning.

“And why are you telling me this?” he ran his hands through his locks.

“Oh, please.” Isa crossed her arms. “It's clear as day that you like her.”

Camilo pressed his lips together. “Not true,” he lied. Isa squinted her eyes and Camilo did the same. Their staring contest didn’t last long as Isabela’s sharp glare eventually made Camilo lose as he shifted into Y/N then himself, then back to Y/N and back to himself out of nervousness. Isabela grinned in victory.

“Okay, fine,” Camilo muttered. “but it doesn’t matter. She clearly likes someone else.”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m telling you what flowers she asked for,” Isa explained, but rolled her eyes when Camilo looked at her puzzled. “We’re gonna figure out who that is.”

The shapeshifter’s eyes widened in realization. He reached for a piece of paper and took out a pen. “What flowers did you say she got?”

Everyday Camilo would add a new flower, or a clue as Isa called them, to his list. Isabela then would tell him what each plant meant.

General Jacqueminots - mellow love

Wild Pansies - think of me

Cornflowers - hope in love

Peach Blossoms - this heart is thine

Ivy Geraniums - your hand for the next dance

Cedars - I live for thee

Gorses - endearing affection

Every night Camilo would stare at the piece of paper before falling asleep. His mind was clouded with only one question that repeated itself on and on like a broken record. Who was this mysterious person that his Y/N, his luz de sol, fell for? Did he know them? Has he ever shapeshifted into them? Should he shapeshift into them? Maybe that’s how he could get her to- no. It wouldn’t be fair to either of them.

The longer Y/N’s request for flowers went on, the more Camilo became agitated and confused. He couldn’t stop pacing around his room waiting for Isa to come back from the plaza.

The next two bouquets Isabela grew, might’ve been her least favorite she ever created. Y/N asked for Moss Rosebuds and when she received them, she basically skipped across the plaza. Isa looked at her happy state. It was probably the first time seeing someone so content made her so sad. And if it wasn’t already bad enough, Y/N came back to the plaza moments later. Isa was surprised, she had yet to ask for two bouquets in one day. Isa felt the anxiety building in her stomach when Y/N told her she needed another batch of flowers. But that anxiety almost turned to tears as the name of the plants came out of Y/N’s mouth - Ambrosias.

This time Isabela didn’t run to Casita. She barely even walked there, it was really more trudging. She walked into her primo’s room with her head down. Camilo sat up on his bed alarmed knowing that didn’t make Isa a bearer of good news. Rather the exact opposite.

“Moss Rosebuds - confession of love,” she choked out. Camilo bit his lip preventing himself from tearing up and reached for the note as he didn’t expect Isa to continue. “and Ambrosias-”

“She got two bouquets?” he exclaimed genuinely surprised. Isa nodded with pressed lips.

“Ambrosias mean love returned,” she managed to say. “I’m sorry.”

Camilo didn’t come down for dinner that night.

—

“Isa,” Y/N tapped the girl’s shoulder. “I need new flowers.”

Isa not only jumped, but also screamed. A bunch of colorful daisies popped out on her head.

“Y/N! How did you find me?”

That morning Isa didn’t go to the plaza as usual. She decided to relax in her makeshift garden. She promised herself that she’ll grow something herself, without the use of her powers. So far it was going splendidly. She watered the garden herself, without asking Tía Pepa for help. She carried the bags with fertilizer herself, without the help of her sister Luisa. And she took care of bugs and pests herself, without asking Antonio to talk to them. Most of the seeds she planted have already started to sprout. It was hard work, but so rewarding. Mostly because she was doing it for herself. No one - except Antonio and probably Dolores - knew about this garden that has become Isa’s happy place. That’s why seeing Y/N here, looking so casually, got her incredibly confused.

“Antonio said his hummingbird saw you here, so I came,” she explained. “I have another flower request.”

“No.” Isa crossed her arms and looked down at the girl with a stern look. Y/N’s eyes widened slightly. She pressed her lips into a thin line. “What do you mean no?”

“I mean, no, I won’t grow any flowers for you,”

“Why not?”

“Because you won’t even tell me who they’re for.” she pointed her watering can at her accusingly.

Y/N rolled her eyes and looked down. Her fingers found a loose thread on her skirt. Isa shrugged and turned her back to the girl, attention back on her garden.

“I can’t tell you,” Y/N said after a moment of silence.

“Then I won’t give you any flowers,”

Y/N sighed loudly, making Isa scoff. “Okay, fine. I’ll find some Foxgloves myself,” the girl muttered, turning on her heel.

Foxgloves?

Isa felt gears turn in her brain. Foxgloves, foxgloves, foxgloves. She definitely knew the meaning of these particular flowers. Foxgloves, foxgloves, foxgloves. It was a different request, something was off, but what? Foxgloves. Foxgloves! Isa’s eyes widened in realization. Foxgloves meant insincerity!

“Wait!”

Y/N stopped in her tracks turning her head slightly, but still not facing the Madrigal girl.

“I’ll grow Foxgloves for you,”

Y/N blinked at that and then smiled lightly. Once again, the smile did not reach her eyes.

—

Another week of Y/N asking Isa for flowers went by, but this time Isa was more than eager to give her friend requested bouquets. There were times when it was Isabela who would look for Y/N, she just couldn’t wait to hear what plants she had in mind. It was ironic really. Isa was squealing with excitement when Y/N would ask her for flowers like Burdocks, purple Hyacinths and Primroses. Her smile couldn’t get wider when flowers like Lavenders, yellow Lilies, Mourning Brides and Peonies blossomed from her palms. After each new bouquet, Isa would kiss Y/N on the cheek, say her goodbyes and run off. Funny how the tables have turned, with Y/N now being left puzzled in the middle of the plaza and Isabela running before being questioned.

“Write it down, write it down!” she would shake Camilo’s shoulders, unable to contain her excitement. The boy would just swat her hands off, fix his ruana and roll his eyes.

“Dios mío, Isa. It seems that you’re more involved in this relationship than me,” he said on the one but last day of the week. He grabbed his note and pen.

“That’s because I am. You two have been dancing around each other for ages and now finally something is happening. Can’t let you screw it up. You desperately need my help,” she said, flipping her hair. Camilo threw his pen at her.

“Just tell me the name of the flowers and get out.” he pointed at his note.

“Peonies - anger,”

And Camilo added them to his list. He looked at it and read it out loud.

Burdocks - touch me not

Purple Hyacinths - sorrow

Primroses - inconstancy

Lavenders - distrust

Yellow Lilies - falsehood

Mourning Brides - unfortunate attachment

Peonies - anger

And somewhere in the middle of town, Dolores muttered to herself. “This is better than tío Bruno’s telenovelas,”

—

On the next day, Isa strolled around the plaza awaiting her friend’s arrival. She was unusually late. So when she finally spotted her in the crowd, she walked up, not skipped, to her. Isa gently tapped her shoulder. The girl turned and Isa noticed a slight change in her expression. She saw the little shimmer of mischief in her eyes. Being eagle-eyed was sometimes a powerful skill. A thought crossed Isabela’s mind. That maybe there was more to this situation than it seemed. She shook it off and as always asked Y/N what kind of flowers she needed already preparing her hands.

“Yellow Carnations, please,” she said. “and Pennyroyals. Make it a mixed bouquet.”

Isabela stopped in her tracks. She should be happy, right? These flowers didn’t mean anything good, just like the previous ones. And the sooner Y/N and her mysterious partner break it off, the sooner her primo can grow the guts to make a move. But what about Y/N? She got so caught up in interpreting the flowers’ meanings and giving Camilo pep talks, that she forgot to think about her friend. Was she okay? Was she heartbroken? Was her partner that cruel? Whatever that couple was going through, seemed like heavy stuff. Isa knew Y/N was strong and never let anyone do her wrong. She also knew that her friend was an independent girl, she wouldn’t ask for help. Especially when she knew the Madrigals were needed by everyone in town. She would never ask for help with such a petty thing like a relationship. It was something she could deal with herself. But Isa also knew that she didn’t have to. She had people who cared about her and who wanted to help. Isabela was one of them.

She gaped at her friend, worry present in her eyes. Y/N stared back.

“Are you sure, amiga?”

“I am.” Y/N smiled lightly.

Isa saw that mischievous shimmer in her eyes again.

—

Yellow Carnations - disdain

Pennyroyals - flee away

Camilo stared at the newest additions to his list with Isa peering from behind him. He read the names over and over again. He didn’t know whether to feel relieved or worried. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He closed it.

“So, what are you gonna do?” Isa asked.

“I don’t know,”

“What do you mean, you don’t know?” the girl scoffed. Her cousin looked at her offended.

“What the hell am I supposed to do?” he looked up at her. “You even sure that these are the correct meanings?”

Isa gasped, placing a hand on her chest. “Never question my flower knowledge,”

Camilo groaned and plopped on his bed. Face covered by his hands. Isabela sighed at his pathetic state. She sat next to him and took the note in her hands.

“Look, it doesn’t matter anymore who that person is. What matters is that she can’t be alone now,” Isa started. Camilo uncovered his face. “We both know that there’s so much going on behind that neutral mask she always wears. Someone needs to be with her right now.”

Camilo nodded lightly. Isabela was right. He stood up and turned to his prima.

“Isa, I need some flowers,”

—

“Isa,” Y/N walked up to the girl. “I got flowers.”

Isa faked a surprised tone. “You did?” Y/N nodded.

“Yeah, Forget-me-nots,” she explained pulling a small bouquet of blue flowers from behind her back. “I found them on my doorstep.”

Isa looked smugly at the blue flowers.

Forget-me-nots - true love and respect

“They’re beautiful,” Isa said examining the flowers. Y/N looked at her with scrunched eyebrows.

“Of course they are, they’re yours,”

Isa’s eyes widened and she stepped back. Words got stuck in her throat. That girl. Did she have a gift as well? Reading minds or something?

“You know?”

Y/N smacked her lips. “I do,” she pulled Isa by her arm. She leaned so her lips were close to her ear. “so for the last time, could you grow flowers for me, please?”

—

Isa, the hopeless romantic that she was, couldn’t keep the smile off of her face. She trusted her legs would take her straight to Casita, as she couldn’t tear her eyes off of the bouquet she was holding. Nutmeg Geraniums were resting in her palms. That day she wasn’t just the giver, but also the deliverer. Y/N asked her to give the bouquet to Camilo. An actual love story was unfolding itself right in front of her. She didn’t even feel any shame as a bunch of ideas for a novel title were crossing her mind. Isa was so glad that no one in her family had the ability to hear thoughts. Feeling the path under her feet get familiar, she fastened her pace. Walking through the door, she absent-mindly greeted her parents, who looked at one another puzzled. She walked into Camilo’s room, without knocking as usual, and handed him the flowers.

“Woah, why am I getting a bouquet?” he asked. Camilo’s nose twitched slightly at the overwhelming scent that filled his nose.

“It’s a response to yours,” Isa explained. “Nutmeg Geraniums - I expect a meeting.”

Once again, Camilo didn’t come down for dinner, but only because he was off to meet his beloved.

—

He didn’t have to think twice about where he’d find her. Y/N had this place, that she used to clear her head. No one knew about it, that is until one day she invited Camilo to join her. He felt so honored that day. Ever since they would meet up there when other people’s presence was just too overwhelming. Y/N cherished the time spent alone, but she preferred being alone with Camilo even more. Did that make sense? Not important. So that was where Camilo went, under the bridge between the village and Casita.

Just like he suspected, Y/N was there. Sitting by the shore, with her feet splashing in the water. He stopped mere meters away from her. His eyes scanned her figure. The faint light of the setting sun was illuminating one side of her body. Her hair glistened, her face got brighter, but at the same time, some parts of her got dimmed. Like she was being hugged by her own shadow. Magical view. She was magical, almost unreal. And that came from someone with magic flowing in their veins.

“Hi,” he said gently. Camilo sat down next to her. Y/N looked at him.

“Hi,”

“Everything okay?” he asked, his hand making its way to his neck.

“Oh, yeah. Splendid,” she responded.

That caught Camilo off guard. He swore he could hear her smirking while saying that. He looked at her and realized he was right. Y/N was in fact smiling mischievously.

“Wha- are you laughing?”

His confusion jest grew more, as he saw her shoulders shaking a bit. Then he heard snickers coming out of her mouth. Oh, she was laughing all right.

“N-no,” she choked out, but then burst into laughter. “Okay, yeah. Maybe a little.” Camilo looked around. His mouth opening and closing, he looked like a fish out of water. Y/N just laughed more.

“Oh, god…” she wiped a tear. “I came up with quite a story, didn’t I?”

Camilo just got more confused if that was even possible. Then he noticed something on Y/N’s lap. Flowers. Not just any flowers, Ambrosias, Wild Pansies, Cornflowers, Peach Blossoms, General Jacqueminots. She was tying the stalks together making a flower crown. The girl followed his gaze.

“Yeah, I kept them. Wouldn’t want Isa’s hard work go to waste,” she shrugged.

And then it hit him. She was not giving these bouquets to her partner, because she didn’t have one. He facepalmed mentally. He should’ve known sooner. His sister not once did mention anything about Y/N being with someone and knowing her love for gossip she would’ve done that a long time ago. Y/N didn’t fall in love and break up with someone. She was just messing with him.

Just.

Messing.

With him.

What a jerk.

“Oh my god…” he whispered, eyes wide. “You’re cruel.”

“Aw, thank you cariño,” she cooed. Camilo tried to ignore the way his heart did a backflip at that pet name.

“You-you can’t just do that! You tricked me! You tricked Isa! Who does that?”

“Me. I do that,” she cut him off. “Relax, consider this me paying you back for all the pranks.”

Camilo opened his mouth to respond, but Y/N covered his mouth with her hand making Camilo blush even more. She placed the finished flower crown on his head and nodded satisfied.

“Pretty,” she breathed out. Camilo felt the anger disappear, he was still a little disappointed though.

Camilo’s eyes fixed themselves on the girl next to him. He stared at her hands that were toying with the remaining flowers and petals that fell off. He took a deep breath in and coughed to gain her attention.

“So, you’re not heartbroken?” he asked awkwardly when she turned to look at him.

“No,”

“And no one actually received the flowers?”

“No. Well, you did, just now,”

“And you’re not in love with anyone?”

Y/N took a second to respond to this. “I am.” she looked to the side but pointed at the flower crown. Camilo’s cheeks were probably redder than Dolores’ skirt by now. He bit his lip, but a little smile made its way to his lips.

“I’m not good with words, you know that. So I tried something else. I know Isa was rooting for us, hence the flowers. But you wouldn’t like that unless there was a little bit of messing around,” she explained after a minute or two.

“You call that a little bit?”

“Sorry,”

“Jeez and I was taking notes like some dumbass,” he pulled out a folded piece of paper.

“Let me see. I wanna know if you got them right.” she scanned the note. She stopped at Ivy Geraniums. “Oops.”

“What?”

“I didn’t know that’s what they meant,” she deadpanned. “I must have mistaken them for Roses Geraniums.”

“And what do those mean?”

“Preference? I think.” the pair looked at each other before bursting into laughter.

After calming down, Camilo reached his hand across Y/N’s lap. Not noticing the pink hue that adorned her face when he did so, he picked up one of the flowers.

“Well, just to be clear… Here.” he handed her a single Ambrosia with a smug look. So proud of himself for remembering the meaning of the flower. Y/N took it and used it to cover her face that was now way redder. A lovesick grin made its way to her lips.

“Okay.” she giggled stupidly. Oh, he finally got her flustered. Camilo absolutely loved that, that power he had now. She often took off her mask, that stoic façade, when around him and Camilo considered that luck. But now, now that he knew he was the only person she showed her true colors to, he would say it was a blessing.

“So,” Y/N picked up one flower and stood up. “May I have this dance then?”

She offered him her hand that was holding a single Ivy Geranium. Camilo grinned and accepted it. He wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her closer to him. He took the flower and put it behind her ear. His eyes not once leaving hers. Camilo felt his heart skip a beat, when he saw Y/N shyly lowering her gaze to his lips. She leaned closer then leaned back a bit. So he decided to take the initiative and close the distance between them. Pulling her by the waist with the help of his other hand, he placed his lips on hers. And when he felt her kiss back, he almost started shapeshifting out of excitement. But he didn’t because that’s how she worked on him. She took off her mask when around him and he didn’t feel the need to put one on. Not once when with her did he feel like he needed to be someone else. Y/N was his escape from the life of the boy with thousand faces.

After breaking off the kiss, Y/N looked at him smiling and hid her face in the crook of his neck. Her warm breath tickled his skin. Camilo chuckled lightly and started swaying side to side humming a soft tune. They stayed under that bridge for a long time. Various petals falling over them, almost as if dancing with them.

And a little bit further away, two girls stood at the patio of Casita. One with her hand next to her ear and the other growing daisies on her head out of impatience. When Dolores told Isa everything that just happened, the girl jumped screaming. She tightly hugged her prima, making Dolores yelp.

“Am I the best matchmaker or what?” she asked smiling widely. Dolores rolled her eyes amused.

“You sure are,” she responded.

—

“I should thank Isa for the help, right?”

“I guess so,”

“Should I give her some flowers?”

“You’re hilarious,”

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interchangetalks · 3 years ago

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UNDER THE SEA...

that’s where all our ships are sinking because it’s break up season, bitches. no one is weathering this storm. ariel might have sat on rocks to sing a pretty tune but around here our favourite disasters are crashing into them like never before and if you ask me, there won’t be many who ever make it back. rest in pieces.

to honour our most recent dearly departed guests, i’m not even going to throw shade. i’m sure that auggie will do enough of that about our most beloved threesome participant francis wymack. good luck in the city, bodhi and owen, you were our favourite gays (sorry, kai). please, only come back if you want to be in another controversial fourway relationship.

we’ll start with a little low down on our favourite unhappily married couple everett and emerson. we’re all shocked they stayed married this long but we hear through the grapevine that everetts finally filing for that D-I-V-O-R-C-E. celebrations might be in order but emerson went full speed ahead when it came to fulfilling her new role as community hoe... is she trying to one up her husbands rep? more on this later.

rumour has it that kai left the party with our favourite young sweet magazine enthusiastic. so, which option did you take on the pop quiz? A or B? you know, we never pictured lloyd in a sexy beach themed entanglement but it certainly has our interest. our new otp? ares and olivia are out forever, kai and lloyd are in.

silas was playing his normal party tricks and honouring his title as one of the community dicks, first there was reese, then there was emerson (these two have a thing for sharing guys) and then there was... most shocking of all, reid bennet. it must be hard putting so much work in around here to seeming sexy and mysterious but the good news is that it seems like there’s a new mystery man on the horizon... welcome to the interchange mariano. i wonder if he uses the pet name kitten too.

with this shit ton of new faces it’s hard to keep up but we’ll make sure to keep a close eye on all these new attractive young people to ensure we can dish the dirt on them as a matter of urgency.

keo and ashley mac making are making a splash when it comes to hitting the likability scale- but with the return of the other ashley, we have to question how long it’ll take for shit to hit the fan and if she’s interested in rekindling her little friendship with our very own naomi o now prank seasons over. if not maybe we’ll get our dreams of a man hating ashley supremacy over here.

it seems like valeria returned just in time to be flavour of the week and she might have enjoyed a little flirtation with finley and everett. but don’t feel bad about flirting with your friends husband, val... emerson will be square because we hear she was busy asking cassidy if he was interested in a little ocean action. now, i thought we believed in girl code at least, ladies. can’t you trust any of your friends with your boyfriend, cecilya?

we did spy one particularly thrilling scene, our own little tyler standing up to his long term lover (and executioner) elle woodhouse. we all know how elle loves to keep a list of rotational lovers on the go but with them dropping like flies, maybe she should be a little kinder to the only one who actually likes her. maybe it’s time for little ty to get a piece on the side and see if she cares when she’s going through dick-privation. consider rosalie, alana or jac as some sexy options.

what else? auggie’s still crying about his crush, no one knows what’s going on between noah and lafayette, estelle and silver still haven’t fucked, arisa is still single, zeki and mel are still together and i’m still wondering what georgia was up while she was gone.

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itsthestutterforme · 4 years ago

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Forgotten 1/2 (Supernatural)

Summary: Y/N commits suicide and the Winchester tried to cope with her death. Jack refuses to believe it so he brings her back to life. He thought things were fine until he realized Y/N didn't have any memories of them.

Warnings: mentions of depression and suicide. Make sure you check in on your friends and family. You don't know what they're going through and staying quiet about it.

Characters: Jack x reader, Sam x reader, Dean x reader, Castiel x reader, Henry Cavill as Ruben

The bunker sounded quiet and lifeless without Y/N there. The past few months, she's been going through a rough patch with her. One day, the Winchesters came back from a week long hunt to find her in the bathtub with her wrists slit.

Dean pulled out her of the tub and wrapped her in a bed sheet because he knew that Sam couldn't see Y/N like that. He also know that Sam didn't have the heart to bury her, but the image of her pale, lifeless corpse was forever seared in their brains.

This happened a few weeks after Jack killed Mary and they are barely holding themselves together. Y/N was like a big sister to Jack, and when Castiel told him what happened to her he was heartbroken. He snuck into the bunker before they burned her body and transported her to a random warehouse.

He hovered his hands over her and snapped his eyes shut to concentrate all of his power to bring Y/N back to life. After a few minutes, your body jolts up and you gasp for air. "Y/N?" Jack says excitedly.

Your Y/E/C scanned the room of broken windows and brick walls starting to detierate. Your eyebroes furrow when you see a young boy staring at you happily.

"I'm sorry but.. who are you?" You asks. His smile falls and his eyes saddened. "What? You dont know who I am?" You shake your head and add, "No idea." "I need to call Castiel," he says slowly. His jaw clenched as he eyes focused on a random spot on the bed. He reaches into his pocket for his phone and dials a number.

"Please stay here," "Who's Castiel?" You ask. "Someone you care about you. Just please stay here until we figure this out," he says, clearing in distress. "Okay." He walks towards the doorway but doesn't leave the room. "Cas, something went wrong." "Jack, what did you do?" A man with a low, scratchy voice says.

"Y/N is alive. I brought her back to life before they could burn her body," Jack explains. Burn my body? Was I murdered? Is he my killer? You think to yourself. "You what?" "She's awake now but she doesn't know who I am and I don't know what to do." Jack says all in one breathe. "Okay, where are you?"

"I don't know, some warehouse a few miles from the bunker." Jack answers. "I'm on my way, just keep an eye on her." Cas says before hanging up. Jack's gaze fall on you and your heart starts to race.

He makes his way towards you and sits back down on the chair. "Don't be nervous, Y/N. I would never hurt you. You're like a sister to me."

"What happened to me?" "I think Cas is better at explaining that than I am." You cross your legs and push your hair back so it's out of your face. "Can I lay on you?" He asks. "What?"

You barely even know this kid, but honestly, he does look like a kid. A kid that's been through a lot more than he should have, you give in.

You let out a slow sigh before scooting over on the bed. The bed creaks with every movement and you were surprised it didn't collapse under you.

Jack sits down next to you and lays his head where your shoulder and chest meet. A soft sigh leaves his lips and there was a moment of silence before you hear a sniffle.

"You okay?" You say, looking at him. "I really missed you, Y/N. You're really important to me and I'm sorry I could be there for you when you needed me." He croaks. "Jac-" "Jack!" Castiel's voice echoes through the warehouse.

Jack stands up from the bed and says, "In here." Cas follows the voice to the room and stops when he sees your laying there, staring at him.

You stand up from the bed too and Cas rushes over to you. He takes you into his arms and you stand there awkwardly, letting your arms dangle by your side. "She doesn't remember who you are, remember?" Jack says. Cas pulls away, wiping away some of his tears. "Right, I forgot about that. Sorry," Cas says to you.

"That's okay," you say with a soft smile. Cas matches your expression and his eyes fixated on yours, like he was having a conversation in his mind. "Her not remembering us may be for the best, Jack."

Cas looks over his shoulder at Jack. "What? No, I need her. We need her." Jack explains. "This life had already taken enough away from her. She needs her life back."

"You love her. How can you let her go?" "Sometimes, you can love someone so much that you know letting them go is what's best for them," "We just got her back." Jack says, on the verge of tears. My heart sank into your chest.

"Name the place, and we'll take you there with a snap of our fingers." Cas says, returining his gaze back you. You glance over a Jack and say, "A road trip doesn't sound like a bad idea."

"He's just a kid, Castiel. He needs emotional support," you add and a small smile tugged at his lips. "What?" "You're sounding to act a little but like yourself," he explains. You exchange a smile and Jack asks, "What about Sam and Dean?" "I'll handle it," Cas says.

It's been two months since Castiel and Jack dropped you off in Chicago. You had enough common sense to live in a city, and there was something drawing you to Chicago. But you have no idea what it was.

One night you were walking out of the subway to walk a couple blocks from your apartment. You were grabbed and dragged into an alleyway. A hand was pressed to your mouth and you stared into the eyes of a fairly attractive man.

His navy blue eyes search yours and he moved his plump, pink lips to whisper, "Don't say scream or making any noise. You're being followed."

He pulls his hand away and looks over at the sidewalk you were just walking on. His has a well groomed goatee and get black hair that is combed to the side in a thick swoop to the right.

He looked like a classic mobster. He even has the black trench coat and all and you eye him suspiciously. You look to the sidewalk with the shadow of a large figure grows closer.

Your heart is racing but nothing is telling you to run. Everything is telling you to fight. The man was still relatively close to you and not moving. "What are you doing?" He leans in closer and crashes his lips onto yours.

He cups your cheeks and tilts his head to the side to gain more access to your mouth. Your body plattens on the brick wall and footsteps walks passed the alleyway.

The man finally pulls away and you lift your leg to kick him away by the solar plexus. He falls flat on his back and you say, "What the hell was that for?" He up from the ground and said, "You're a tough broad, aren't you?" "Damn straight. You pull anything like that again and I'll do alot more than kick you."

You hear a woman's shrill and the hairs stand up on the back of your neck. You rush into the alley way and run towards the sound of her screaming. You slide to a stop to see a man trying to drag a woman I to the alleyway.Your eyes scan around for a weapon and you find an iron poker. Thank God you have your tetanus shot.

You keep a tight grip on the rod and swung the rod at the arm. The man grunts in pain and let's go of the woman. "Run," you command. She looked at me reluctantly. "It's alright." She shakes her head and says, "Girls support girls." She pulls out her pepper spray from her purse and we both turn our attention to the attacker.

He was still cradling his arm and when you take a step towards him. He stumbles backwards and says, "I-I'm not looking for any trouble." "Oh, I thin-"

"You okay, darling?" Your boyfriend, Ruben, asks. He walks up behind me and slides a hand down my arm. "Yeah, just think about how we first met," "Oh you mean when you kicked on my ass like a rag doll?" He teased as he sat down across from me.

"To be fair, you kissed me randomly and I didn't know who you were. And the guy that attacked Y/F/N worked for you."

"Well can you blame me? You're drop dead goregous and I wanted to know what you were made of." "So you tried to attack me?" "You can learn a lot about someone by how they fight. Most girls either run away or fight to run away. You fight to protect others." "And that's when I knew I had to have you." He adds, tapping his thigh for you to sit on.

You stand up and sit down perpendicular to his body. His hand trails down to your lower back and presses his lips against yours in a soft kiss. As the kiss intensifies, his hands fell lower and lower down your leg.

He pulls you so you're straddling his lap. He grips your ass and your roll your hips a little, making him moan. Who knew that you would end up falling for a mobster?

You've grown quite used to be Ruben's right hand woman. He made me in charge of the tactics and strategy because you have strength in planning and preparation. You were in the middle of planning for a drop off and pick up back while Ruben was out conducting business.

You hear a loud struggle and grunts. You look up from your notepad to see some henchmen walking a taller man into the red room. All of them were bloody and disheveled from fighting. "What happened to you guys?" You say as you approach them. "Y/N? You're really alive?" The man asks.

"How do you know me?" You ask. "He doesn't. He's just trying to save his ass because he knows he's going to meet his maker," one of the henchmen says.

The man reaches and touches your face. You gasp in shock of his warm, calloused hands but you only felt it for a second before he is shoved to his knees. One of the henchmen pulled out his gun and cocks it.

"Hey, trigger happy, put the gun down " you command. "Boss says to kill anyone who interferes with our business. We found him tearing one of our warehouses apart."

This man's touch feels familiar and something tells me to let him live. "Let him go," you state. "What?" "Did I stutter? I said let him go." He puts his gun away and you help the man up.

"Look, I don't know you, b--" "Dean. My name is Dean." He interupts. "Dean, you need to leave Chicago and never return." His hazel green eyes scan your face and he nods. You motion to the door and he says, "I'll always love you, Y/N." You two lock eyes for a moment before he walks out of the door.

"Boss will-" "I'll tell him what happened, don't worry about it." "Worry about what?" Ruben says, making the henchmen jump. "Privacy," you tell them and they all walk away. "Worry about what, baby doll?" "One of the warehouses was trashed," you say with a sigh.

You walk into your office and lean against your desk. "Did they find who did it?" "Yes," "Did they toss them in the red room?"

"No," you say. You eyes dart away from his gaze and he asks, "Why not?" "I knew him." "Y/N, you made a vow to not let personal affairs mess with business."

"I know, okay. I'll pay whatever price. I'll pay for the damages out of my own pocket and go to the warehouse to cl-" "You're going nowhere near that warehouse," "Come on, baby, talk to me." He adds, sitting next to you.

"Remember how I said that I had a life before I went to Chicago but I didn't remember it," "Because of your head trauma, yeah." He answers.

"I think he knew me before then. He knew who I was but I had no idea who he was. All I know is that his touch was familiar an-" "Wait, he touched you?" His jaw flexed and he stands up from leaning on the desk.

"Y-yes, but only for a second." "He's a dead man," "Ruben, please," you say, standing between him and the door. He steps so close to you that your chin gently grazes his chest.

He lifts your chin so you are looking straight up at him "You're mine, you know that right?" "Yes," you say softly. "We're going home," "But what about the tactical plan f-"

"You can finish it at home after I edge you for an hour," "Damn it," "Should've thought about that before you let him touch you,"

An unknown number has been calling you the past few days. Ruben always warned you about answering calls from unknown numbers.

Since you were a part of his business now, that put a target on your back. You had to be vigilant and careful with your words. You never know how is watching or listening.

The same number called you for the fifth time today and you slam on the answer button. "Hello?" You answer. "Hey, sweetheart," Dean deep, velvety voice says. "Dean, what are you doing?"

"You're in danger, Y/N. We're coming to get you," "First of all, I'm Nuben's girlfriend. I'm always in danger. Second of all, no you're not because they have a shoot to kill order on you."

"I don't care, Y/N. Lucifer is after you and we're not sure why," "Lucifer does not exist outside of the bible. "You're wrong about that, sweetheart." "Stop calling me sweetheart," "You have to believe us, Y/N. You're life is at stake here. If Lucifer finds you, you and your little boyfriend is a good as dead."

His words echo in your head and your mind started to disassociate. Series of images flood your brain and there was a sharp pain in your head.

You hiss and drop the phone on the floor as you hold the sides of your head. Voices of different people you've never hurt before echoed in your head and images of a man with dirty blonde hair and stained t-shirt and jeans.

His eyes glowed a crimson red and with the snap of his fingers, he could make a person's neck snap of their entire bodies explode. Then some images of you and Dean came into mind.

You were laying next to each other talking about something and he kisses you. Then the images were gone and you looked around frantically. "What the hell was that?" You say to yourself.

#dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #sam winchester x reader #sam x reader #castiel x reader #jack klein #henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #mobster #mobster!henrycavill

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tarantulas4davey · 4 years ago

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oh my god i just wanna let you know that. i get emotional every time you leave long tags on one of my fics ?? and i cannot thank you enough for being so kind and supportive ?? and since i Do Not Have The Words to express how much i love u and how much ur support means to me.... here are some thoughts about ralbert in the modern art-verse that i've had recently !!! as a thank u gift !!! bc i appreciate you so much !!!!

-albert and race are, like, best friends with jack through the entirety of high school. -their group consists mainly of race, al, jack, and charlie, and they all cause SO much shit -literally theyre the worst to have in class together, but that increases tenfold when it's just race and al (obviously, because they're soulmates, so, DUH, they're gonna be practically inseparable) -but race and al in one class together..... whew, that's a Handful. -it only get's worse when they realize that they're soulmates, sometime during the middle of junior year. -for some reason, they just ?? never really talked about soulmates, never showed each other the marks they'd get, so they didn't put two and two together until race wrote an address down on albert's hand and saw the address reflect onto his own skin as well. -naturally they freak out a bit, because, OH, they're soulmates, and yeah they've been best friends for years and yeah they've almost kissed each other a lot before but OH it's actually REAL now -but because they figure it out so young, they're like. so prepared for the Real World together. about a month after graduating high school, they get married, because why not? they're going to spend the rest of their life together anyway, it's only fair. -they start looking into adoption during their senior year at NYU, and adopt a three year old girl a few months after they graduate college. -this makes her about 5 or 6 when the actual fic with jack and davey takes place !! -jack is her favorite uncle and he absolutely spoils the shit out of her

in conclusion: modern art ralbert !!!!!

JAC IM CRYING YOU WROTE ME HEADCANONS FOR MY BOYS AS A GIFT THIS IS MY FAVORITE THING PLS

naturally i have ✨all the thoughts✨ about them cause,,,,,, hi it me, so here’s my additions to them

also go read chapter 1 of modern art here . go read it. go 😡

as you can see by the whole,,,,, married out of high school and parents by the end of college, race and al are kinda,,,,,, fiery??

i literally do not know how to phrase this

they love each other with everything they have and would’ve even if there’s wasn’t any provable soulmates in the world cause regardless of anything around them they’re made for eachother

that being said,,,,, they’re also the blueprint for the “idiots to idiots but in love” trope,,,, so it takes them a minute sometimes

like i’m imagining there’s so many times that they should’ve fuckin noticed and just,,,,, made an excuse for it without realizing it doesn’t quite make sense

race letting jack draw on his arms in class and then seeing the e x a c t same design on albert’s hand at lunch cause he has long sleeves and race just being like “oh jack got you too!”

like no babe

but al, being al, was just like “oh yeah he must’ve” even though thAT DOESNT ADD UP UGH YOU MORONS GET IT TOGETHER

wild turn around cause i keep getting slapped with thoughts

these boys, just like nearly all their friends, haven’t had the,,,, easiest life

they both lost their bio moms quite young, and it was something they bonded over

so when they adopt a little girl,,,,, she’s named emmaline after albert’s mom, and her middle name is aurora after race’s

she’s loud and charming like race, and funny and sarcastic like al, and she’s even got lots of that kelly charisma from trying to be just like her uncle jackie

UGH THEYRE SO CUTE

jac i love you very very much and i promise you don’t have to give me things in return for me just,,,,, telling you how wonderful you are but THANK YOU CAUSE I LOVE THIS A LOT

#*gestures grandly* JAC EVERYBODY #jac my beloved <3 #mwah. love of my life #never not read the tags #chandler’s ✨losing it✨#chandler out of context #newsies #livesies #racetrack higgins #albert dasilva #ralbert #spam ralbert gang #modern art #modern art my beloved #emmaline aurora is one of the most extra names i’ve ever thought up but it fits race and al’s energy so there you go #albert wanted to just name her aurora but race couldn’t resist the history AND drama of a name like emmaline #anyway #here is jac being one of my favorite people in history for an entire post

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hopetofantasy · 4 years ago

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Culture, parallels & meta - S3 E1

Previous season Prologue: Vlogs (1) - Vlogs (2)

Zaterdag 21:43

The time lapse already showing us a string of places that will be important later, like the dark alley, the Meir with Noor’s workplace, the university neighborhood, the Scheldt river where the boys hang out, ...

Perfect parallel:

The second season starts Zoë’s POV with a (washing machine) door, whilst the third opens with a door to a party that Robbe attends.

Robbe glances back at Noor passing through the shot this episode, an action he repeats when he spots Sander in the second episode. - A very subtle hint to where his love life may lead.

The first one starts with two unknown LGBT+ girls kissing at a party, the last episode shows two known LGBT+ boys (Sobbe) kissing at their own party.

The aerial shot through the floor to introduce us to Robbe’s POV here and the aerial shot through the roof to say goodbye to him in the last episode.

Moyo saying “No one would do you” to Aaron in this episode, Aaron realizing “No one here wants to do me!” in the last.

Where’s Wally? Noor greeting Marie, accompanied by Jana and Britt. Max dancing with Keisha in the crowd.

How ‘meta’ of you: Newsflash, yes you are!

Nod to the OG:

The deliberate messy POV: following everyone that we know already and then slowly settling on the Isak version in a tub.

Robbe saying Noor looks like ‘Natalie Portman’, which is what people said to the OG Emma when they flirted with her. Everyone, except Isak, that is.

Oop, there it is, the homophobia / heteronormativity: Moyo keeps pressuring Robbe into explaining what type of girl he likes. The boys laugh it off when he answers that ‘he doesn’t have a type’.

Lost in translation: Moyo mocks Noor’s Dutch accent, making his ‘g’ and ‘st’ sound harsher, while also adding ‘hoor’ at the end - a typical word used by the Dutch to emphasize a point.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Jens is playing with the weed bag. Keisha is one of the girls that Moyo mentions as Jens’ ex-girlfriend or ex-fling. Not only did Noor nót flush the toilet, but she didn’t used any toilet paper either!

Zaterdag 22:44

C is for culture:

Noor rescuing Robbe on her scooter - In Belgium, you’re allowed to drive a moped or scooter once you’ve reached the age of 16. Nothing is needed if the vehicle doesn’t go above 25 km/h. If it stays between the range of 25-45 km/h and max. 50 cc, you need to pass a theoretical exam, 4 hours of driver’s ed and a practical exam to get the license. Anything other than that, has a whole new set of restrictions, types of driver’s licenses and minimum ages. Noor and Robbe are, however, still breaking the law. As long as you’re not 18, you’re not allowed to have an extra passenger with you. Especially if they’re not wearing a helmet. (Plus they ignored a red light. Those rebels!)

“You do know that you always have to have it with you?” - The Belgian law states that everyone above age twelve, has to get an ID to identify themselves. Some might have had a Kids-ID already - for travel purposes - but that’s not mandatory. However, once you're fifteen years old, you’re obligated to carry your ID with you at all times.

Perfect parallel:

Luca being all jealous whilst staring at Noor and Robbe making out in S3, her glaring at Maud and Robbe every chance she got in the last season.

Robbe and Noor having fun on the scooter while screaming and Robbe filming their adventure in this episode. Robbe and Sander doing a similar thing, but on their bikes in a later episode.

Wink to other remakes: Robbe sporting a brown jacket. (Eliott, anyone?)

Surprise bitch, guess who: It’s Willem Chanterie, the on-set costume designer and social media production assistant!

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Noor has a ‘Fuck Trump’ sticker on her helmet. Robbe says “Hey, it’s red” in a very clear Antwerp accent.

Zaterdag 23:11

Hello from the outside: The garbage truck they sprayed, still drove around the city regularly. The art piece itself is named ‘#Genoeg mama' (= ‘#Enough mommy’). It blames the consumer society as toxic, making young people its victim.

Oopsie: Inside the graffiti den, Noor suddenly sports a tote bag with supplies, even though we never saw her wearing that in the previous shots.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Noor has black combat boots. The photographer is obviously Sander, in case you have missed that subtle clue.

Zondag 13:41

Lost in translation/Oop, there it is, the homophobia / heteronormativity:

“Check die pekie’s”. The word ‘pekie’ is actually Amsterdam slang for ‘beautiful girl, girlfriend’. In recent years, more and more Dutch slang are making their way into the Flemish dialect, because of the Dutch rap songs gaining popularity with the youngsters.

“Vamos, flikkers”. The word ‘flikkers’ can mean ‘wussie’ as well as a derogatory term for ‘homosexual’. Again establishing the fact that the boys use a lot of homophobic or toxic words for each other.

Robbe’s clumsiness meter: +1, him tossing the bag behind Jens instead of into his hands.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: There is a football right next to the skateboards.

Maandag 16:04

C is for culture: “The whole art school was talking about it” -

Secondary school is divided in four sections: general, technical, art and vocational. Which section you choose can have effect on further education. In one of these sections, you pick what you want to study from your first to last year (‘directions’). That means that you have some courses purely focused on the direction and others that are obligated for everyone, regardless.

Art high schoolers can choose to go to work or study a specialization afterwards. Their coursework isn’t solely art based, there are general required courses too. That’s why some foreigners - including the Dutch - come to Belgium, since they’ll get a more rounded and higher level of art education than in their countries. ‘de!KUNSTHUMANIORA’ is the high school in Antwerp Noor goes to and is known for having students with unique styles.

Perfect parallel:

Noor waiting outside the school for Robbe and him reacting somewhat confused here, Sander doing the same and having an instantly happy Robbe in a later episode.

Robbe having no problem kissing a girl ‘as a straight guy’ in front of the gates in this episode and scared for what might happen if he kissed a boy ‘as a gay guy’ later on.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: The insta caption underneath the art work says ‘An inspirational message on a Sunday! Just discovered this in Antwerp city today. Artist unknown... Can you remember when you last called on your mother?’ (That last sentence, oooofff, the symbolism!)

Dinsdag 14:57

C is for culture:

“Yes, mini enterprises are so chill.” - Mini enterprises are often used as a tool for Economics in the fifth/sixth year. The goal of these is to ‘learn whilst doing it’. Like the name specifies, mini enterprises are actual miniature companies set up by a group of students. During the school year, they’ll try to work together on commercializing a product. All aspects of entrepreneurship are at play here: writing a business plan, holding meetings, doing bookkeeping, marketing the product, produce and sell it, ... If the enterprise idea is good or well executed, it might even win a national prize by the company making this education formula.

“What if he contacts child protection services” - Actually, those services doesn’t really exist in Belgium. There are, however, other youth organizations for these types of things, like JAC - Youth Advice Centre, CLB - Centre for Student Guidance and the Centre for Mental Healthcare.

Perfect parallel: The boys hyping Aaron up to walk over to Amber and talk to her - yet he fails in this episode, them doing the same and he succeeds (after some fails) in the last episode.

Oop, there it is, the homophobia / heteronormativity: Jens saying “Damn, seems like someone is on his fucking period”, after Robbe snaps at him due to the difficult telephone call with his dad.

Lost in translation: Jens saying “Mijn kop staat er niet naar” (= “My head’s not standing there”) can actually mean different things: I’m not in the mood, it’s not the right time, I don't want to do it, my head’s all over the place, ... It depends on the context, on which interpretation would suit the situation the best.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: The girls are all fawning all over Britt’s cellphone, so there is a good chance that they’re discussing (pictures of) her boyfriend, Sander. Also, Jana’s braces are gone!

Donderdag 17:13

Perfect parallel: Robbe stating that he can’t talk to his dad or he’ll fight and Zoë getting that, as she said a similar thing to an understanding Senne about her parents in S2.

How ‘meta’ of you: Ah, yes, fandom ship names in SKAM. We applaud!

Oopsie: If you look really hard, you see that the body type and hair of Robbe’s dad, doesn’t correspond with the version waiting at the restaurant later on.

Wink to other remakes: This shot reminding you of a certain S3 trailer? 👀

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: The numerous references to Zoënne’s relationship in their room (relationship pics, Senne’s guitar). The paper Milan gifts to Robbe is the written permission by his parent to live with them, as is obligated by law.

Vrijdag 20:04

Perfect parallel:

Senne pulling Zoë up after a kiss here, just like with their first kiss in S2.

Robbe pushing Milan away after thinking he wanted to kiss him at the party in S2, them hugging it out in after talking about it in S3.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Zoë and Milan making some healthy party snacks like cauliflower and cocktail sauce, cheese with tomatoes and salami squares. She pulls back the bottle of gin that Milan wants to steal. Senne also bought paprika and tortilla chips from Colruyt (a discount store).

Vrijdag 20:54

C is for culture: “Noor, Robbe’s girlfriend” - (Teen) dating culture is different in Belgium. Usually, if you have kissed, hung out, texted or just said/did something to show your mutual interest, you’d pretty much consider yourself in a relationship. It can go from 0 to 100 very quick. Unless there is, of course, an agreement that what you’re doing is no such thing. Also, nobody really ask you to be their gf/bf. It just implied or stated to their family or friends.

Perfect parallel:

A reluctant Robbe pushing himself to do stuff to Noor (playful dancing, kissing, riling her up) as far as putting his hands on her bra here. A totally different, excited Robbe not even thinking twice about doing these things to Sander, even licking his nipple during their reunion.

Noor pushing Robbe on the bed and climbing over him, whilst Robbe looks all sad in this episode. Him pushing Sander on the bed and being happy as Sander crawls over him during their reunion.

Oop, there it is, the homophobia / heteronormativity: Robbe tries to convince himself into liking heterosexual sex with Noor and fake laughs with his friends about having it.

Where’s Wally? Keisha laughing with Amber and later dancing with Marie.

Blink-and-y’ll-miss-it: Jens is talking to Senne. The decorations behind Milan saying ‘Welkom Robbe’ (= ‘Welcome Robbe’). Noor has a beautiful tattoo of a pin-up girl covered with butterflies on her lower arm.

#wtfock #wtfam #skam #skam belgium #cpm rewatch

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wildchildfullofgrace83 · 5 years ago

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Raymond Daniel Manczarek Jr.

February 12, 1939 – May 20, 2013

Remembering Ray Manzarek on the 6th anniversary of his passing. Ray has often been described as the "glue" that held The Doors together as a band. His keyboard work is unmistakable and helped to give The Doors a sound like no other rock band of their day. Truly a brilliant musician, he could expertly play a mesmerizing organ with one hand while handling a steady hypnotic keyboard bass line with the other...and could sing at the same time with virtually no errors.

A brief biography of a life well lived:

Born in Chicago, Illinois to a family of Polish descent, Ray Manczarek took piano lessons at a young age but preferred to play basketball. When his coach refused to let him play his preferred position, he decided to quit sports and focus on music as his primary passion. He then went on to college and received a degree in economics before enlisting in the U.S. Army. Upon his discharge (private first class), he enrolled in UCLA's graduate film program. It was at this time that he met the love of his life, future wife Dorothy Fujikawa. He also befriended a quiet undergraduate film student named Jim Morrison, who he found he had much in common with.

In 1965, Ray Manzarek (he later dropped the 'c' from his last name) was currently in a band with his two brothers (Rick and Jim Manczarek) called Rick and the Ravens. Ray invited Jim Morrison to join the band on stage and history was forever changed. Jim Morrison soon joined the band officially as their lead vocalist, despite his shy nature and aversion to singing in front of a live audience. Soon after, they cut demos at World Pacific Studios, with John Densmore on drums. The tracks would evolve and eventually be released as Doors songs. Ray's brothers left the band after becoming disillusioned by the poor respose they had received to the demos. John Densmore then invited his friend, Robby Krieger, to play guitar for the band. Thus, The Doors were born.

The band became the 'house band' at a small club called The London Fog, but were fired due to poor audience attendance. The same day, they were invited to be the 'house band' at a top local music venue in Los Angeles, the Whisky A Go Go. They were disappointed as they were signed to Columbia Records only to soon find themselves on the "drop list". Thankfully, Jac Holzman from Elektra Records had come to see their shows at the Whisky and grew to appreciate their unique style, although he had initially been unimpressed. On the same night the band was fired from the Whisky A Go Go, Jac Holzman decided to sign them to a record contract at Elektra. Fate was in their favor.

The Doors became one of the most popular and influential bands in rock music history. Between 1967 and 1971, they gained fame and changed music history with their unique blend of rock, poetry, blues, jazz and psychedelia. The band did not feature a permanent bass player, so while studio albums frequently had studio musicians fill in the bass lines, Ray took up playing a Fender Rhodes piano bass with one hand at live shows. His other hand was busy playing organ on the Vox Continental (eventually he switched to a Gibson G-101). Additionally, he sang backing vocals and lead vocal on occasion in concert.

After the death of Jim Morrison (July 3, 1971), the band made two additional studio albums featuring Ray and Robby on lead vocals and had live appearances as a three man band. However, they soon realized that The Doors were four equal and irreplaceable parts; the magic was no longer present with the absence of a founding member. Ray, John and Robby decided to part ways.

After The Doors disbanded, Ray Manzarek embarked on a solo career. He released two solo albums on his own before joining band Nite City. The 80's brought his adaptation of Carl Orff's Carmina Burana. Later, he worked with Iggy Pop, Echo and the Bunnymen, Weird Al and others, while also producing and occasionally performing with the punk band X.

During the 80's and beyond, Ray showed his talent in filmmaking by producing or contributing to several music videos and films. The late 90's and 2000's also showed Ray's abilities as an author. He released his autobiography ("Light My Fire: My Life with The Doors") to positive reviews, and additionally authored "The Poet in Exile" and "Snake Moon".

In addition to being one of the greatest musicians in modern music, Ray was also a loyal family man. He married wife Dorothy on December 21, 1967 (with Jim Morrison and Pamela Courson as witnesses). They remained married until Ray's death. Son Pablo was born in 1973 and Ray and Dorothy were blessed with several grandchildren.

Ray had his life stolen by bile duct cancer at the age of 74, on May 20, 2013. His wife and family members were by his side. His body was cremated. He is eternally missed.

#ray manzarek #the doors #classic rock

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Timestamp #267: The Zygon Invasion & The Zygon Inversion

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Timestamp #267: The Zygon Invasion & The Zygon Inversion

Doctor Who: The Zygon Invasion Doctor Who: The Zygon Inversion (2 episodes, s09e07-08, 2015)

Best. Speech. Ever.

The Zygon Invasion

Once upon a time, there were three Doctors, two Osgoods, and one treaty.

Those two Osgoods represent Operation Double, the peace treaty with the Zygons. Twenty million Zygons have asylum on Earth so long as they maintain human forms, and each of those Zygons has the capacity for both great evil and great good. The treaty exists in the form of the Osgood Box, which can start and end war on the planet with a single death. If one human or Zygon goes rogue, regardless of the circumstances, it will spark a rebellion.

During Missy’s attempt to take over the world with Cybermen, one of the Osgoods died. Zygon or human? Unknown, but the other twin mourns regardless.

In 2015, the town of Truth or Consequences, New Mexico is under attack. Osgood races for shelter in a police station and attempts to contact the Doctor but is soon found by a Zygon. Her message reaches the TARDIS as the Doctor rocks out to Amazing Grace, and he is surprised to see what Osgood wrote.

“Nightmare scenario.”

The TARDIS lands at Brockwell Park in London. The Doctor tries to reach Clara while watching children in the park and questioning two little girls. Meanwhile, Kate Stewart coordinates efforts during the nightmare scenario at a UNIT safe house. She receives intelligence that the Zygons have captured Osgood. She sends the Doctor news that the cease-fire has broken down as Zygons storm the park and take the girls.

The Doctor joins Kate at the safehouse and watches a hostage video from Osgood. He calls Clara, who has just arrived at her apartment. Clara finds a child who is missing his parents. She finds two adults posing as his parents but the resolution doesn’t sit right. Regardless, she calls the Doctor.

Kate takes the Doctor and Clara to a local junior school that houses a Zygon hatchery. The two little girls were local Zygon commanders who were kidnapped by rebels. The control center in the school’s basement can coordinate all of the Zygons on Earth, so the Doctor uses it to assess the current state of the Zygons.

After Missy killed Osgood, the other Osgood went into hiding in her grief. She was taken by the rebels, who have also executed the Zygon commanders. Their message, Truth or Consequences, leads Kate to investigate New Mexico while Clara and Jac (Kate’s assistant) stay in the United Kingdom. The Doctor takes the UNIT presidential plane to Turmezistan, which might house a Zygon base.

Kate tells Clara about Z-67, a compound created by a UNIT naval officer back in the ’70s or ’80s which basically turns Zygons inside-out. It was taken by the Doctor at some point. After Kate leaves, Clara and Jac return to Clara’s apartment in time to see the young boy’s “parents” hauling out a human-shaped bag. The women follow the “parents” to an underground complex that is full of Zygon pods.

When the Doctor arrives at the UNIT base in Turmezistan, he finds a drone strike in progress. When the Zygons take the form of a family, the operator aborts the strike. The Zygons had posed as the operator’s family, and the Doctor realizes that they have developed telepathy and can take the form of whatever their targets love most.

In New Mexico, Kate searches for Osgood and finds a police officer who holds her at gunpoint. Once they establish that Kate is not a Zygon, they discuss the town’s history with the aliens. They were not prepared for the rebellion, and the officer shows Kate dumpsters full of human remains.

The Doctor and UNIT travel to the village in search of Osgood. They surround a local church where the Zygons are said to be hiding, and the Doctor follows the commander while the strike team orders the Zygons to surrender. The Zygons pose as the team’s family members and convince the team to follow them into the church. The Doctor and the commander enter through a back door just in time to find the remains of the team members. The commander resolves to bomb the village and leaves the Doctor to search for Osgood. Soon after, he finds her under the church but she’s bait to lure the Doctor away from the United Kingdom. The bombing starts early and a Zygon is captured in the assault.

Clara and Jac return to the caverns under her apartment with a UNIT team. As the Doctor and Osgood board the UNIT plane, he tries to call Clara but fails. The Doctor questions Osgood but cannot get a straight answer about her identity – human or Zygon – and labels her as a hybrid. The old rules were that a Zygon needed to regularly refresh the DNA imprint, so if the source died the Zygon would revert.

The new rules are that the Zygons have been taking people and placing them in stasis. That’s what happened with the young boy’s parents, and it is what happened to Clara when she asked after them earlier.

The Clara Zygon, who names herself Bonnie, has the UNIT team and Jac executed. Meanwhile, the New Mexican police officer reveals herself, turns on Kate, and takes her form. When the Kate-Zygon reports back to Bonnie at UNIT HQ, Bonnie takes a rocket launcher to the coast and takes aim at the Doctor’s plane.

The Zygon Inversion

The real Clara awakens in her apartment. There are clues that nothing is right, including her alarm clock reading wrong and her toothpaste being black gunk. She follows the Doctor’s voice to a static-filled television. She tries to escape the apartment but finds every exit blocked. As she watches Bonnie fire on the Doctor’s plane, she is able to manipulate Bonnie’s mind and actions, forcing her to miss the first shot.

The second rocket, however, strikes true. The plane explodes.

Later, Bonnie walks through the city in pursuit of a man. She tracks him to his apartment and promises to set him free. She zaps the man, forcing him to change shape and reveal himself as a Zygon. Bonnie returns to UNIT to retrieve the Osgood Box.

Clara reviews the footage of the explosion and discovers evidence that the Doctor survived. Sure enough, he and Osgood parachuted to safety in the debris. Osgood’s glasses were broken so the Doctor lends her the sonic sunglasses. They discuss the situation as they walk, including how much thought Osgood has put into how best to kill the Doctor if she were to take over the world. Meanwhile, Clara manipulates Bonnie’s hands to send the Doctor a message: “I’m awake.”

Osgood puts the pieces together and realizes that Clara is still alive and in stasis. They try to get help from the police but the officers are Zygons. Osgood tries calling Bonnie.

Bonnie watches the video about the Osgood Box but discovers that she was tricked. Osgood fed her false information about the box’s location. Bonnie takes the call and the Doctor is able to get information from Clara. They drive to Bonnie’s location as the Zygon travels to Clara’s pod and tries to extract information from her memories. Clara resists the effort and actually turns the tables on Bonnie before the Zygon reasserts control. Under duress, Clara reveals the location and access credentials for the Osgood Box at UNIT headquarters in the Black Archive.

The Box contains a button that will expose every Zygon for one hour. The sight alone will spark war.

The Doctor and Osgood arrive at the building where the Zygon that Bonnie awakened went on a massacre. They find the Zygon and discover that he only acted out of self-defense as humans turned on him. He was perfectly happy in human form and wanted no part in the rebellion. He kills himself out of fear.

Zygon-Kate (acting under Bonnie’s orders) arrives with two Zygons in disguise and offers to take the Doctor and Osgood to Clara’s pod. Bonnie has taken that pod with her to the Black Archive, but Zygon-Kate leads the Doctor and Osgood into a trap in the cavern. Bonnie orders Zygon-Kate to wait, however, when she discovers that the Osgood Box is really two boxes.

One box exposes the Zygons. The other kills them all instantly.

Bonnie frees Clara and tries to use her life as a bargaining chip. The Doctor tells her which box to open, but both contain buttons labeled Truth and Consequences. Bonnie screams in rage and orders Zygon-Kate to bring the captors to her. They are interrupted with the real Kate arrives, having survived her ordeal in New Mexico with “five rounds rapid“, and kills the Zygons.

The Doctor reveals that the boxes are safeguards for both species. Kate agreed to the contingency (and also to the Doctor wiping her mind) and agrees to take him to the Black Archive for a final showdown. When they arrive, the Doctor offers to take the boxes away and let the cease-fire stand, but Bonnie and Kate stand ready to push a button. So the Doctor lays out the stakes of the game.

In the red box, one button will release the Z-67 gas and kill every Zygon on Earth, but the other button will detonate a nuclear device under the Black Archive and destroy London. In the blue box, one button will unmask every Zygon on the planet, but the other button negates the ability of Zygons to shapeshift and locks them in human form forever.

Bonnie makes her case in front of the blue box but the Doctor dismisses her cruelty. The only way that anyone can live in peace is if they are prepared to forgive.

This leads to one of the best speeches of the Twelfth Doctor’s era.

This is a scale model of war. Every war ever fought, right there in front of you. Because it’s always the same. When you fire that first shot, no matter how right you feel, you have no idea who’s going to die! You don’t know whose children are going to scream and burn! How many hearts will be broken! How many lives shattered! How much blood will spill until everybody does what they were always going to have to do from the very beginning. Sit down and talk! Listen to me. Listen, I just, I just want you to think. Do you know what thinking is? It’s just a fancy word for changing your mind.

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I don’t understand? Are you kidding? Me? Of course I understand. I mean, do you call this a war? This funny little thing? This is not a war! I fought in a bigger war than you will ever know. I did worse things than you could ever imagine. And when I close my eyes I hear more screams than anyone could ever be able to count! And do you know what you do with all that pain? Shall I tell you where you put it? You hold it tight till it burns your hand, and you say this. No one else will ever have to live like this. No one else will have to feel this pain. Not on my watch!

This is a man who has learned from the horrors of the Last Great Time War. He sees the faces and hears the screams every single day. This is a man who never wants to see it happen again.

And he’s willing to extend the hand of forgiveness to prevent it from happening again.

Kate closes her box and apologizes. The Doctor thanks her. After a few tense moments, Bonnie realizes that box boxes are empty. The Doctor tells her that she’s started to think. When Kate explains that threat is also empty, the Doctor tells her that she’s said that for the last fifteen times before activating the Black Archive’s defenses to wipe her mind.

Bonnie had not been persuaded fifteen times before. The Doctor repeated the events until he got a good result.

This time, he doesn’t wipe Bonnie’s memory. He explains that he had a similar choice once with a very special box, and just like Bonnie, he had Clara Oswald in his head as a guide. Bonnie returns to the master console and tells every Zygon that they are safe. She then returns to her normal form.

The Doctor offers to take Osgood in the TARDIS, but Petronella stays behind to take care of the boxes. As Clara goes inside, the Doctor asks one more time about Osgood’s identity. She won’t tell him, even as Bonnie arrives as the new Osgood, restoring the balance once again.

It doesn’t matter if they are human or Zygon. They are Osgood, and a credit to their species.

With that, the Doctor and Clara return to the stars. The Osgoods return to the defense of Earth.

But first, ice creams.

When people tell you that Doctor Who isn’t political, show them this pair of episodes. Invasion deals directly with imperialism and parallels the Global War on Terror, including a trip to a fictional central Asian nation. Inversion continues the thread by talking about war – both cold and warm – along with insurgency and brinksmanship. The analysis is capped by the speech that embodies the attitudes of many war veterans and students of history.

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The trend of countrystan-ing to create a generic nation with easily identifiable stereotypes is disappointing and lazy. I don’t mind the tool when the writers take time to give the inhabitants actual personality and character – see Black Panther‘s Wakanda, for a great example – but here we see a play from the television dramas of the Cold War, Gulf War, and Global War on Terror eras. Think 1980 to present, spanning MacGyver, The A-Team, 24, and so on.

That aside, this tale is tense and important, following on from the sea change instituted in The Day of the Doctor. It echoes back to that pivotal day in the Doctor’s lives, including a life-changing box (or two) with a big button (or two, each). This story exercises the lessons that the Doctor learned from both sides of the Last Great Time War to save humanity.

I wonder if the path started with Kahler-Jex, another person who could hear the screams when he closed his eyes.

This story also picks up the thread of Harry Sullivan, whose last regular appearance was Terror of the Zygons. It seems that his last adventure stuck with him, and we remember from Mawdryn Undead that he ended up at the Porton Down chemical and biological weapons facility. The Doctor still considers him to be an imbecile.

As a war veteran myself, I can’t sing the praises of this adventure enough.

Rating: 5/5 – “Fantastic!”

UP NEXT – Doctor Who: Sleep No More

The Timestamps Project is an adventure through the televised universe of Doctor Who, story by story, from the beginning of the franchise. For more reviews like this one, please visit the project’s page at Creative Criticality.

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