#c: natalia

[fly-musings]

closed starter - @pavlcva

local: campos de morango.

"Pelo amor dos Deuses Natalia, tira isso de perto de mim!" O grito apavorado, os olhos arregalados... tudo facilmente seria interposto em uma cena de combate no submundo. Mas era muito pior do que isso. Era somente o filho de Thanatos e uma abelha imensa pousada em seu ombro. Óbvio, o fator de risco surgiu justamente pela grave alergia que o semideus possuía das picadas do inseto. "Eu vou morrer! EU TENHO CERTEZA QUE VOU MORRER!" A respiração se tornou cada vez mais ruidosa. "Eu não posso morrer solteiro, Natalia!" O desespero era tamanho que sequer notou que o inseto já tinha voado para longe.

[aidankeef]

Closed starter - @pavlcva

local: riacho de zéfiro

Sua paciência —inexistente— já tinha se desfeito nessa altura da tarde. Entre os ruídos dos cascalhos e as falas de Natalia, respirava fundo e apertava os punhos repleto de ira. "A questão é: qual o nome desse imbecil?" A pergunta, em um tom de voz ríspido, era um chamado para a guerra. Natalia discorria sobre um suposto empurrão que havia levado de um semideus desconhecido, empurrão que acarretou na derrubada de seu almoço e um leve desconforto na semideusa. Aidan soube do ocorrido horas após o acontecimento e aquilo era imperdoável, assim como a agressão. "Primeiro você apanha e depois você demora um século pra me contar? Eu não sei se grito com você ou com ele. Até um espantalho seria mais rápido que você na hora de me procurar, Natalia!"

[georgiatennant-hf]

I am glad I managed to. Sounds like you are very busy. Everything is okay for me. The children are keeping me busy with school stuff and going over friends.

I can only imagine! I'm glad you took the time to focus on you though. Even if it was only for a short period of time. Things are going well in my world! Super work focused right now. How is everything for you? I feel like I'm terrible at keeping up with everyone these days.

[russiasredguardian]

“ i still owe you for that save. ” (from Nat <3)

' — just that one? '

[aidankeef]

closed starter to @magicwithaxes local: jardim

"É impressionante. Já consigo te rastrear pelo faro!" Desde que a melhor amiga confessou que detestava ser chamada de fedida ou ter seus critérios higiênicos questionados, Aidan se apropriou das provocações e direcionou todo seu arcabouço criativo para aquela tarefa. A verdade era que Kitty já havia dito sobre a resistência de Natalia para aproveitar o espaço, principalmente a área de banho, e pediu reforços. Carregava consigo uma garrafa de água e uma toalha de banho extra grande, elementos essenciais em sua dinâmica. "Sabe que eu estou fazendo um bico para o Resort, não sabe? Adoro receber ordem de mulher brava e foi a brecha que eu precisava. Aceita uma água?" Parou os pés ao lado de Natalia, inevitavelmente curvando os lábios para baixo, impressionado com a roupa que a filha de Hécate vestia. Aquilo não era normal. "Escuta, é impressão minha ou uma baixinha do chalé de Hades, que tem uma bunda macia e um temperamento difícil, andou escolhendo suas roupas? Isso é a cara dela!" O comentário foi feito enquanto o O'Keef media o visual alheio. Não que ele fosse apto a avaliar algo, estava usando um conjunto praiano, camisa propositalmente aberta para mais uma sessão de exibicionismo, cores vibrantes como o verão demandava. Entretanto, o visual da russa causou um desconforto desproporcional no filho de Ares que, num movimento intuitivo, passou a abrir a toalha de banho e cobriu a parte das pernas de Natalia. "Vamos proteger o patrimônio Hornsby porque não quero ouvir ele apitando de madrugada." Ele claramente não havia recebido esse tipo de assessoria visual de Kiraz e a inveja tornou a ficar perceptível já que começou os resmungos, mais para si do que para a outra, ao passo que acertava a toalha sobre o corpo da Pavlova "É isso aí, vista a fedida mas não vista o futuro marido. 'Ai ela é minha amiga' duvido que faça o que eu faço, e mesmo assim ganhar seleção de roupinha sem agredir a moda."

[futurelabs]

Girls' day today: Isabella talking about Daniel 🥹 but Natalia's not so convinced 🫠

[darling-dearest-emi]

Emilia caught Stefan's gaze as it shifted back to them, flashing him her fangs as her grip on Enzo's jaw tightened ever so slightly. Because as territorial as it seemed Stefan was feeling, she was certainly on a path to matching it.

The threat made Natalia whimper, barely audible for the likes of most, but certainly caught by her present company. She found she couldn't look at Stefan really, because the sight of him in such a state bringing back memories of the attack at the Bane party and of her death. And she was already trying so desperately to keep from shaking from her spot behind Emilia.

The gripping of her wrists snapped Emi back out of her rage, if only for a fraction of a second as she brought her gaze back to meet Enzo's. The suggestion, however, made her glare at him, tearing her wrists free from his grasp and pushing against his chest. "I'm not going anywhere, so you better get used to the i--" She cut off as Stefan was pushed away by Andre, her eyes wide and all too alert now. But Enzo had acted just as quickly to push the twins back against the wall.

"Andre!" She shouted, though her voice was drowned out by the bangs and crashes of the fight unfolding before them. Emi continued to hit Enzo's chest, trying to push her way past him to get to their maker. "Si tu ne me laisses pas partir, je le jure devant Dieu--" Her snapping at Enzo was once again cut short though, although this time by the briefest appearance of Sage. And that made her heart drop to her stomach. Because that meant he was going to get involved, and that... that couldn't happen.

"Sage! Arrêt !" Emi called out, now clawing at Enzo's arms and chest in her attempt to free herself. But the damage had already been done. She could smell his blood before she even truly saw it, and cried out. "Let me go to him!" She shouted at Enzo, utter panic in her eyes.

Natalia had long since shut her eyes to the events of the fight, knowing that she was far beyond being able to stop anything now. But her eyes shot open at the feeling of a gentle hand grabbing hers.

Luciana. She had fought her way through the panicked crowd, it seemed, arriving just as Enzo and Emi seemed to be preoccupied with Sage's switch being flipped. She gently shifted Enzo's arm back from its spot against the wall to pull Natalia under her arm. "Time to leave, ma petite souris," she whispered to her before they took off in a speedy run to safety.

Emi took the available opportunity provided by the combined distraction of Sage and Luciana, ducking under Enzo's arm and sprinting into the fray. She could hardly make much out through the dust, especially in her attempts to dodge the odd shards of glass and wood sent flying past her. But closed in on the tangle of bodies she could make out just ahead of her.

Stefan's head snapped towards Emilia and her raging. His head turned, the cracking sound echoing through them. The blackness of his eyes closed it on the two girls, and Enzo.

"Andre." He growled in a voice that was not his own. But of his rage. "I suggest you take your children and leave. Before I decide I'd rather deal with them in pieces."

Andre sucked his teeth in obvious exasperation. "And leave sweet Natalia to your discretion? I think not, brother. Might I suggest you be the one to leave else I may decide to be offended that you touched what is mine."

Enzo was caught between trying to shoo Emi away and trying to keep an eye on the deteriorating situation. Not that he thought his maker couldn't handle things. But he knew better than to think none of them would be caught up in the crossfire. With a growl of frustration he caught Emilia's wrists as she continued to fret over his face. "Stop that!" He snapped. "I'm perfectly find. Take Natalia and go find a safer place to be? Alright? I'll look after Andre."

Stefan didn't like Andre's idea. Not at all. The ongoing feud between the brothers needed to be addressed. And that needed to happen right now. There was a bare moment where his eyes met Andre's before he moved. It was like he was there one second and gone the next. When he appeared again he was on Andre. Who, somehow had been expecting thing and parried the attack smoothly, sending Stefan skidding to the side with a growl.

Andre heaved a sigh. Well. This was just how it was to be. He rolled up his sleeves so as to not get them dirty just as Stefan was on him again. There were many things happening at once. The cracking and shattering sounds of a fight. Enzo corralling Emi and Nat back into a corner to properly protect them. His eyes though, jerked around with the sounds of the grunts and cries of rage. Though he couldn't be sure who was actually winning just yet.

Stefan appeared having been thrown into the bar. Glasses shattered and wood splintered. He grabbed a particularly sharp piece of wood, and launched himself at Andre who slowly appeared in the shadows, a silloette.

"Shit...." Enzo growled, realizing this wasn't going to end well. He was about to turn to the girls and tell them to run, when Sage was suddenly there next to him. Enzo blinked dumbly for a moment but then Sage was gone again. Having disappeared into the commotion. There were screams and cries all around the ballroom. No one was dancing anymore. They were darting around trying in vain to avoid the vampire brawl taking place. They couldn't be physically seen. But indentations in the plaster of the walls, shattering glass, and splintering floors indicated where they were appearing and disappearing.

Sage's outline could be seen through the floating debris. He was standing perfectly still, and Enzo couldn't figure out what the hell he was doing.

It became clear though, as there were two gusts of movements around him. One on each side. It was an odd sort of dance. Andre's hand brushed against Sage's arm right as the elder vampire launched himself at the looming figure of Stefan. Andre came more into focus, smoothing down his rumpled clothing, as the sounds of the fight continued. He puffed out a breath before muttering, "finissez-le, Sage."

There was a sudden sound like an explosion. A cloud of dust and soot rising from the floor. Two figures appeared. One crouched, the other arm extended, fingers like a claw. Sage, the figure in the crouch slowly straightened. His fingers splayed across his cheek.

A heavy silence fell over the ballroom as Sage brought his fingers back so he could see them. A splash of red mixed in with the soot.

"Oh. Shit." Was all Enzo got out before the world exploded around them.

[collageofnudes]

Lilly C (Natalia E)

[theneverendingshow]

Lily C aka Natalia E via Femjoy

[themickey]

closed starter @natcliachen when: september 6th, 9pm where: bar time babyyyy

she would be lying if she said that she wasn't excited to get out of the house and go to the bar with natalia. sure, she was still a little hurt because of what happened with dinner the night before, but she spent the day listening to the others tell her how mad she should be at natalia. she just couldn't find it in her to keep her anger towards her.

showering off the dirt and sweat from the day of fixing up the greenhouse, mickey tried to find the best outfit that natalia wouldn't cringe at (though, that was a tall ask) but didn't feel completely unlike herself. she settled on something simple but nicer than the baggie tshirt and jean shorts she was wearing all day.

sitting in the front seat of her jeep cherokee, mickey's thumbs drummed along to the alanis morissette song that played through the speakers as she waited for natalia. once the door opened, she turned down the radio some as natalia got in. "i haven't been out drinking in town since i was in college, i wonder if it's as townie as it used to be." mickey personally loved it, the normalcy of the town, but she was sure it was not natalia's scene in the slightest.

[candiceswancpoel]

My goodness, one year? That's crazy. I don't know how actors do it. I'll be forever impressed by all of you. I can’t even imagine how intense filming Stranger Things must be, but also amazing to be surrounded by such an incredible cast. As for me, things have been pretty hectic but in a good way! I've been working on some new things for my brand and doing a collab with Oscar de la Renta. Between that and running around after my little ones, I’ve barely had time to breathe. I did manage to sneak in a weekend getaway though, just me and the fam. We went to a cozy little cabin in the mountains for some much-needed R&R. Pure bliss.

There's something about spending so long focused on one character and on one set that really takes you from reality. We've been filming the fifth season of Stranger Things for almost a year now, and while I love getting to spend the time with some of my favorite people, I feel like I've been missing so much of what's going on in the world! Please tell me everything you've been doing lately. Are you working on something new? Have you gone on any exciting trips lately? Not a single detail is unimportant here! ( @hfrpstarters )

[mel-loly]

Hi! Have Any of your Oc's have been They evolved for so long? It's been a long time since I've seen so much of your Ocs!

Hey Natalia!

Also- oh! Well.. I've even been talking a little about my ocs again, including, yes, I “changed” them a little, the personality was what I changed the most so... They are a little “different”, but also they are still the same! And Mel-Loly and Primrose (one of my most recent characters who became original) are getting married in a few days, so.. Yeah... “Official” couples are coming soon lol-

And I made a post recently talking a little about me having changed my ocs, and I asked people to look more afterwards because I might be changing the descriptions a little and anyways... If you want to know more about or something like that, here is the link!

If you want to ask more about them, feel free! What I like to do most here besides chatting and answering you guys is receiving questions for/about my characters, so... Feel free! I would love to receive more questions and- well, I would actually love too to tell you more about them👉👈💖

Thank you very much for the ask, I got VERY and VERY happy to receive it, I rarely receive any questions/asks about my characters so.. I'm very happy to receive another one! Thank you a lot, dear!🥺🫶💖

[ilyanarasputin]

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

Number 28

TW: Injury, angst, exhaustion, mention of suicidal ideation (not sure if that's the right way to describe it, but there's also a wish to never exist), poverty, smoking

Notes: This came out a bit different from my usual style, dialogue is introduced later, dk exactly how long this, read-more used just to be safe. Hope u enjoy, loves <3 < 3

The villain's life had never been particularly easy, nor pleasant in general, but today, it had taken a disgusting turn for the worse even they weren't used to. It wasn't just the fact that they were injured; the wound wasn't too deep, wasn't life-threatening, nor did it really put much of a damper on their ability to move. The criminal was also alone, which wasn't a new experience in any shape or form, but it just wasn't utterly convenient now. They'd always sneered at the idea of teamwork, especially in their line of work because there was no actual guarantee that your so-called partner(s) would not stab you in the back the second it suited them. But still, it's not like little to no reliance on anyone else never came with a price.

The trouble mainly resided in the fact that they had no idea exactly where they were, just that they didn't belong. A high-end neighbourhood without many houses, because each one was the size of a castle anyway, well-manicured lawns and ornate, steel gates. All of it was too much of a stark contrast to the dirty alleyway harbouring Villain's down-trodden one-room apartment. Most villains weren't dirt poor, but most of them hadn't spent most of their money on a college degree, thinking it would lead somewhere, then had all their job prospects ruined by cascading waterfalls of unfortunate circumstances. People who were meant to care for them simply didn't, leaving them to fend for themselves when keeping them around was no longer convenient. The criminal had known nothing but poverty, and sure, there was definitely many a noble way that would pull them out of the squalor they were used to, but the villain was much too spent to care.

Ironic that this was meant to be their "money-maker" mission, pathetically easy too. Just steal some precious artifact from a museum, replace it with a decoy and get away before anyone found out

. . .except all they'd ended up with was Vigilante's knife wedged in their abdomen and swiftly pulled out. They'd run as fast as their exhausted legs could take them, finding themselves here, honestly surprised that there was no one around to judge them, to sneer at how out of place they looked. They just needed a map, anything to find out how far they were from home, a way out, anything to use a makeshift bandage.

Help. They needed help.

And they hated it. Hated the fact that they weren't invincible and hated how they hadn't realised it even sooner. They wanted to scream their throat raw, to tear their hair out, to collapse on the ground and disappear into nothing, like they'd never been. If only the ink on the pages of a miserable story could be erased, could leave its everlasting paper prison. Beautiful, torturous fantasies; where monsters had a life outside of the cages where they belonged.

The all-too familiar smell of cigarette smoke should not have snatched the villain so abruptly out of their thoughts; some of the other inhabitants of their area could starve just to buy a pack, almost always reeking of it wherever they went. They blamed the close proximity for their sudden distraction. Their gaze flitted over to the figure next to them, almost towering above them. The criminal's breath caught in their throat, but the person next to them wouldn't be able to tell. They were just about to force their body into a fighting stance when the person next to them let out a soft chuckle.

"Don't recognise me?" they called out, the corner of their mouth curled upwards in a cheeky smirk.

They'd never seen Hero without a mask on, but they could tell that voice apart from thousands more. There was nothing peculiar about it per se, aside from its strange calmness, the way it was so hard to discern any emotions in their tone.

If the hero's smirk hadn't morphed into a slightly bigger smile, the villain would have forgotten to close their agape mouth. In all honesty, they hadn't expected the crime-stopper to be rich. They'd seen heroes with much fancier super-suits anyway. In a stark contrast to the them, the hero's clothes fit them perfectly; a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled up, left slightly open to expose their collarbones and a pair of slacks, both designer. An diamond-studded watch adorned their left hand, a cigarette clutched in their right, smoke trailing out of it in phantom shapes. They looked a bit younger than the criminal expected, a bit more carefree.

"Is the smoke irritating?' they asked, concerned, snapping the villain out of their thoughts once more.

It wasn't. The faux concern in the hero's tone was, though. Or that was how they saw it. Of course, like most of the elite, they were well-trained in the art of preserving their image with fake charms.

The villain merely shook their head, and at that, the hero gave them a small frown, one eyebrow raised up discontentedly. "You usually chew me out every time we fight. What's got you so quiet?"

The villain wanted to scream. Wasn't it obvious? What were they next to the crime-stopper in their goddamn territory, injured, exhausted and hungry, not having eaten a proper meal in days. They despised how immaculate the hero looked, with their freshly styled hair, their build that seemed to grow stronger as the villain's own simply diminished. "Shut up," they growled, voice dangerously low, "SHUT THE HELL UP, PLEASE!"

The hero's eyes widened, and they threw their practically dead cigarette into a trash can close to them, wanting to focus their full attention on the criminal in front of them. They'd never seen their feelings betray them like that before, as they bounced off of the hero with detached sarcasm. Something flashed in their emerald greens, an emotion the villain had almost never seen before. Not contempt or apathy, not even pity. Understanding. Raw, and if their weary mind wasn't playing any cruel tricks on them, more real than anything they'd ever seen.

"I'm just sick of it all," they breathed out, practically slouching against a tree.

"I know," the hero replied softly, gently laying a hand on the villain's wrist, and they were surprised at themselves for not pushing it away. Maybe it was because they didn't really remember an instance where a touch did not inflict pain.

And right before the villain could ask the hero incredulously just how they knew precisely what was wrong with their life, the crime-fighter was quick to answer. "I always do a bit of research on the people I fight. I have to admit, you're kind of a ghost, but I have my ways."

The villain knew their face had rapidly turned an embarrassed shade of scarlet at the hero's statements, subconsciously pulling her hand away from them.

"I want to help," they clarified, "I can help."

Villain let out a hoarse, empty laugh. "I don't need you to throw your cash at me. What's the point? For me to be indebted to you for the rest of my life? To be nothing and only have any value because of you and your money?" they hissed, nostrils flaring.

"Do you really think that someone offering you help makes you weak or worthless? No matter how high-achieving you are, some things are left to chance. Love it or hate it, you'll never hold totalitarian control over your life."

"That doesn't change anything!" Villain cried out incredulously, inching closer to Hero, practically in their face, their bated breath warm against their skin.

"I wasn't born rich," the hero attested, "I grew up on the streets. One thing they don't tell you about getting rich is that you also need to get lucky as hell. Hard work alone won't just cut it. I used to steal to eat, too. So stop being a bastard and let me help you."

"Please," they added hastily, laying their hands on the villain's shoulders their grip firm but gentle.

"Why?"

"Because you don't deserve this? Because I know how talented you are with a keyboard, but you can't even afford a goddamn laptop? Damn it, Villain, you let me live, that time you could have killed me, so now we're even."

They actually used to have a crappy, old machine, being a STEM major, but when they'd somehow become even more broke, they'd had to sell it to not starve to death. They had an under-the-radar hacker phase, if you will. And about letting the hero live, it had been an impulse. Killing the only human being they interacted with made no sense to them, no matter how solitary they claimed to be.

The villain's ego desperately wished for them to refuse, but then what were their options again? They didn't just have their dilapidated life to come back to, there was the wrath of their powerful, mysterious employer. Pride is simply a luxury when one has nothing in their life beyond struggling to survive.

Still, Villain wasn't impulsive. "Say I agree. What does your 'help' entail? How do you I know you won't screw me over?"

"Live with me, and I'll give you your own source of income. Put your skills with a computer to good use. And if I really want to 'screw you over', aren't there faster, easier ways to do it? Like not shutting Vigilante up with some hush money and a few, well-placed threats? Like kicking you in that injury they gave you?" the hero reasoned.

It terrified them, just how much the crime-fighter knew, all those goddamn tricks they had up their sleeve. And maybe it wasn't the 'purest' of comforting thoughts, but the villain knew that if the hero ever decided to stab them in the back, they could use those 'computer skills' to make sure they really payed, that is, if they didn't kill them first.

"Fine," they answered, and the hero smiled at them, an expression that was so incredibly soft, that the villain wondered how they were ever capable of any violence. They snaked an arm around their shoulders, and by God, they were so horribly tired that they didn't care they were practically leaning against the crime-fighter.

✨Time skip✨

The hero's hands were unbearably gentle with their wounds, attentive to the subtle ways in which they expressed pain; the tension in their jaw, the way their fingers tightened around the blanket. Maybe for once, they didn't hate the hero's gift of seeming to notice everything. The moments that went by were quiet, but not in an uncomfortable way. They had to admit they appreciated what the silk sheets and the warm shower did for their body, and subconsciously, how they calmed their anxiety, if only by a fraction.

"Just get some rest, and whenever you wake up, I'll have someone make you something to eat downstairs. Up in your room even if you feel like it, just text me if you need anything," the crime-fighter said, setting down an older phone of theirs. Rich people don't need to sell their old stuff, probably. "I'll get you a new one, among other stuff tomorrow, okay?"

The villain nodded their agreement, sinking back into the pillows as the hero walked out. "You're a good person," they blurted out suddenly, shocked at voicing their own impulsive thoughts out loud. Maybe they didn't trust the hero blindly yet, but something completely unrelated to their usually rational approach to life, the same part of them that had let the crime-stopper live told them that they could at least trust them a bit more than they used to.

"I try to be," the hero replied, but they were smiling softly at them again before they closed the door.

Self-sufficiency is powerful, important to the life of anyone who wished for true freedom. But it is not to be confused with the stubborn ignorance of help, with fruitless attempts to be solitary. Refusing the hand that pulls you up from a raging ocean will not grant you any strength, only serving to leave you drowned. Even broken lives can get second chances, don't throw yours away.

✨End✨

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[monroe-might-murder]

Screaming. Blood. Running. And now gunshots. It was the sort of chaos that could only mean one thing. Monroe cast a quick glance around the room, catching sight of Rhys. "Fuckin' Cory," he grumbled, downing the rest of his whiskey before rushing towards the source of the commotion. He hated cleaning up anyone's messes, but vampires--unhinged, reckless vampires? Now that was the truest pain in the ass he could imagine. But he knew that Marcus wouldn't forgive the loss of one of his pets, so Monroe was duty bound to get the idiot out of whatever situation he'd wound himself into.

Milo had felt the call, the scream. And he was gone like a shot, abadoning his company and running until he reached the room. But he could hear more then, smell too. He followed behind the heels of a blonde woman, stopping short in the doorway as he took in the room. Too many of them were there, and he knew that the more bodies there were in the room, the more danger it imposed. He held faith in his maker, in his seethe to keep the peace, and instead turned around to shut and guard the door. Other people would notice now, surely. They would be drawing up quite the scuffle. He was joined quickly by Thomas and Mitchell, but was cut short from speaking as he watched their necks snap and bodies slump to the ground as a result.

Monroe made quick work of the leeches. He didn't aim to really kill them, although he could have if he had a mind to. But he wanted them to stay down, clearing the way for what would apparently be his cut and run with Cory in tow. And now the third vampire stood, clearly stunned from his actions. Monroe smirked, swiftly grabbing his head and repeating the motion as he had with the other two before tossing his limp body to one side.

He entered the room, briefly taking note of its occupants. The bleeding vampire girl, presumably Cory's doing, her guardians, the two cops, and the leader of the Italian seethe. Fuckin' Cory, he thought again. The nuisance in question was laughing maniacally in the corner still, practically curled in on himself. Monroe crossed to him quickly, grateful for the distraction at hand. He hit the idiot over the head just hard enough to knock him out before lifting him up and running. He knew they would notice him, but they were all too caught up in their own affairs to catch him. So he kept running, shoving through the crowds until he was away into the night with his least favorite leech in his arms.

Bess would recognise a gun shot anywhere. She’d been close enough to have a good idea of the direction it came from. Running towards it she was rather thankful she’d only had a few glasses of wine. What she wasn’t thankful for what the fact she didn’t have her own gun with her.

Jays voice reached her down the corridor, followed by more shots. What the hell was going on. Her heart was hammering with fear for her partner.

She arrived just in time to see a familiar vampire take a step towards Jay. She didn’t slow her movements, didn’t hesitate or stop until she was positioned directly in front of her partner. “Stefan,” she held up a hand in a placating move. The other grabbed Jay behind her and yanked him till his chest was against her back. The last thing she needed was him making any sudden moves in front of a predator already preparing to strike. “Stefan, please stop,”

[talesoftheraysen]