#dalia speaks

[dalimash]

How in the world did you make your desktop profile look so cool?? Did you whip out the html or something?

AHH ur too kind, but all the credit goes to the theme creator!! its called win98 by emoticon! i just added the pokemons hehe

[lokislvr]

taylor i love u to the moon and to saturn but WHYYYY IS THE ERAS MOVIE AVAILABLE ONLY IN NORTH AMERICA???? why. 😣 what did international cinemas do to you?

to everyone who’s gonna go, have fun and take vids to share with us international swifties pls 💕

[queenofthekings]

MINORS GET OFF MY BLOG

[primaviva]

about to say something a bit controversial depending on who gets to this lil brain vomit first 🙈🙈 however, i jus think there's something intriguing about the last of us writing fandom on this site, particularly in light of the last of us II most recent game. we are aware that the creator of the last of us is a zionist, and that his interactions with palestinians during his time as an Israeli fueled his hatred for them all, which is evident in ellie as she pursues those responsible for joel's death. i mention that merely to put things in perspective—as of right now, we are living through a genocide. i should add that this genocide really got underway in october and hasn't stopped on its course of murderous tyranny since. how does this tie with the fandom of the last of us? i have learned that the writers have chosen to go on strike as of recently. i hardly read ellie fics as much; instead, i just write what people ask me to write. the phrase "there is a genocide happening right now" is used a lot in these posts on the strike, and while it is true that a genocide is happening right now, it has been going for a period of time. i just find this arrogant. before the news of the tlou creator's zionist affiliation spread out through the media, individuals had no trouble writing for the game, editing it, or posting about it. even though it was widely known last month that the author is a zionist, individuals still seemed to feel safe talking about it. however, this month, as more attention has been focused on it, it appears that people want to take action. honestly, it seems like until palestine's relationship with the game was directly impacted, a strike or any awareness of the issue would never take place. additionally, compared to more mainstream media, tumblr's fanfic writing section is far more independent, thus this boycott has no effect—and boycotts are meant to have an impact. on top of that, this boycott is only going to last for one week, which makes it so forgettable and ultimately ineffective in raising awareness. moreover, i noticed that most people kept writing for ellie for at least a few days leading up to the start of the boycott date, at which point they abruptly started posting about palestine and people who were following the strike, all the while continuing to reblog tlou2 remastered ellie content, such as her new costumes. it just seems performative and lacks structure to actually do something meaningful to the injustices happening right now.

anyways, keep in mind to post about palestine, refrain from purchasing the remastered version of the last of us II to line the coffers of that zionist, and refrain from streaming the upcoming season of the live action show when it premieres (unless illegally…)

and don’t twist my words! i do support this strike and think it is a nice form for writers to play their part so with that being said we should not be posting anything until it is over. however… i have to acknowledge the hypocrisy/flaws that comes with it. i know my moot/friend @ashsostrange said something about this but i just wanted to bring my own thoughts especially as a writer.

[starswallowingsea]

dalia matsuyama. you agree. reblog

[joaquinwhorres]

Speak Now (TV) OC Tag Game

Thank you so much to @sylviebell for tagging me in this!! I had fun going through the whole album again to find songs.

Rules: claim a speak now (taylor’s version) song for your fic pairings 💜

Caro & Mickey - "Ours"

So don't you worry your pretty little mind

People throw rocks at things that shine

And life makes love look hard

The stakes are high, the water's rough

BONUS: Caro & Dalia - "Never Grow Up"

To you, everything's funny

You got nothing to regret

I'd give all I have, honey

Audrey & Javy - "I Can See You"

And we kept everything professional

But something's changed, it's somethin' I, I like

They keep watchful eyes on us

So it's best that we move fast and keep quiet

Lauren & Bradley - "Electric Touch"

I'm tryin' hard not to look like I'm trying

'Cause every time I tried hard for love, it fell apart

Birdie & Jake - "Sparks Fly"

My mind forgets to remind me you're a bad idea

You touch me once and it's really somethin'

You find I'm even better than you imagined I would be

I'm on my guard for the rest of the world

But with you, I know it's no good

Murphy & Joaquín - "When Emma Falls in Love"

When Emma falls apart, it's when she's alone

She takes on the pain and bears it on her own

'Cause when Emma falls in love, she's in it for keeps

She won't walk away unless she knows she absolutely has to leave

Tagging: @bobfloydsbabe @akabluekat @veetlegeuse @demxters & anyone else who likes Taylor Swift and has OCs (my brain is dead on that front rn)

[fudanshiatlas]

olnf mc info dump in the tagsssss-uh

[xxtc-96xx]

You know with seeing enough images of chubby and anatomically correct cat-twos I'm gonna call them belonging to an AU of the main comic where the twos are cat shaped and sized and can still speak or are just weird cats that Dalia took in

housecat AU

[whispersofalostsoul]

RUNAWAY

Summary: Image if Lando Norris has follen in love for the first time….with a woman that he never thought he could fall for… and when his whole world turns upside down, he finds himself alone…once more...

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Chapter2 - Belgium ---https://www.tumblr.com/whispersofalostsoul/757021516150030336/runaway?source=share

Chapter 3- Dinner --- https://www.tumblr.com/whispersofalostsoul/757096323375824896/runaway?source=share

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Chapter 1 - The encounter

Dalia has always been dreaming of living a beautiful love story since she was a little girl. She believed that finding a man who would truly love her seemed out of reach, thinking she wasn't the type of woman men desired. On the contrary, her sister Sara, who shared her age, mocked the idea of love and indulged in short-lived romances until she met her perfect match effortlessly. Despite not having the same luck in love, Dalia was dedicated to her studies and just secured a prestigious job in London. She chose to focus on her exciting new chapter in life and leave behind the worries of being alone.

"Watch out !" a man on a bicycle shouted as he zoomed past her, struggling to maintain his balance in the heavy rain. Dalia flashed an apologetic smile in response as she made her way to the coffee shop. The London sky had looked promising when she woke up, prompting her to explore the nearby town. However, the sudden downpour had caught her off guard. "I finally understand why English people always complain about the weather," she thought to herself as she entered the deserted coffee shop. The young waiter welcomed her warmly and led her to a cozy table by the window.

Dalia couldn't help but feel a sense of peace as she sat down, watching the raindrops race down the window pane. The cozy atmosphere of the coffee shop was a welcome change from the hustle and bustle of the city. She took a deep breath, savoring the moment of solitude. As she gazed out at the rain-soaked streets, she couldn't help but feel grateful for this unexpected moment of tranquility. Maybe, just maybe, this new chapter in London would bring her more than she had ever hoped for.

As the doorbell chimed for the second time, a new customer entered the room. Dalia's attention shifted back to the menu, where she found herself pleasantly surprised by the array of options available. The choices somehow lifted her spirits, putting her in a cheerful mood. After a brief perusal of the menu, she gestured for the waiter's attention. It was then that she realized the customer was seated at the table across from her. Despite the mask covering his face, his eyes seemed captivated by the rainy town view outside the window. Slowly, he turned his head, almost as if waking from a trance, and locked eyes with Dalia. Caught off guard, she nervously smiled, only to be met with an inscrutable gaze. His reaction remained a mystery, hidden behind the mask that covered his lower face and the dark brown wet curls that partially obscured his upper face.

In that perfect moment, the waiter arrived, saving Dalia from the uncomfortable staring contest. As she opened the menu to place her order, she couldn't shake the feeling of the stranger's eyes on her, heightening her nerves. "Alright, ma'am," the waiter said with a smile, walking away. Suddenly, the stranger stopped the waiter and started ordering from the menu as well. Dalia felt relieved and foolish for thinking the man's gaze was focused on her; he was simply waiting his turn to order. This realization was quickly followed by familiar thoughts that Dalia had struggled with for years. Thoughts like "Why would anyone look at me? I'm not even attractive," or "You're ugly and undesirable, no one would ever want you..." Ironically, the more she listened to these thoughts, the more her nervousness faded, and she found herself becoming more relaxed around men, allowing her to speak without stuttering or feeling anxious, simply because she believed, in that moment, that no man would ever be interested in her. As she nurtured that belief, her anxiety diminished, replaced by a sense of calm.

"Em..Excuse me" She called out politely to the man across from her. With a slight raise of his eyebrows, he looked up, clearly taken aback. "I have something to propose, sir... if it's alright with you, of course." English wasn't her first language, and she was almost in a panic, trying to be as polite as possible. Leaning forward slightly, he seemed to be giving his approval for her to continue. "Um... I was thinking, since we're the only ones in the coffee shop... maybe we could have a meal together. I mean, only if you don't mind..." The idea sounded friendly and endearing in her mind, but as she heard the words leave her mouth, she panicked at how it might sound creepy, like she was trying to flirt with him. He paused, his eyebrows still lifted. During the tense silence, Dalia panicked. Frantically gesturing with her hands, she struggled to explain herself, stumbling over her words, her face flushed as she nearly knocked over the salt and pepper in front of her. As she fidgeted like a startled cat, the stranger rose from his seat, clutching his small black hat, and made his way towards her table.

 Dalia was doing her best to compose herself, knowing that she had been the one to invite him over. She couldn't afford for this encounter to become any more awkward. As the stranger took a seat across from her at the small table, Dalia began to notice things about him as if she were seeing him for the first time. The first thing that struck her was his scent - a blend of strong musky male fragrance and a soft sweetness, like the perfect combination of fire and ice. Next, she noticed his physique. Despite his hoodie, she could tell that he was a well-built man. Then, she was captivated by his eyes. They were a mysterious color that seemed to change depending on his movements, the light, or his mood. At that moment, they were a beautiful blend of green and blue. As his cheeks lifted , Dalia realized that he was smiling behind his mask. "I'm sorry," she said, leaning back in her chair, trying to recover from her awkward introduction. "I'm Dalia, nice to meet you," she extended her hand. "Nice to meet you, Dalia," he chuckled and reached for his mask, slowly removing it. "My name is Lando..." his amused laugh became clearer as the cloth finally let his voice breathe. In that moment, nervousness crashed over her like a sudden storm. Her heart raced as she realized who was sitting in front of her. "...Norris," he finished with an amused smile.

Observing her response was a familiar sight for him, accustomed to catching people off guard. Despite not enjoying the constant exposure, he maintained a positive image for his fans. However, the unique reaction of this woman intrigued him. Her embarrassment brought a smile to his face, indicating she was not the typical fan seeking autographs or slipping phone numbers into his pocket. She simply intrigued him. "I assume you're aware of who I am," he chuckled in his well-known playful tone. "You can go back to your table", she exhaled, "excuse me?" he inquired with a mix of laughter and astonishment. "I didn't mean it like that," she gestured disapprovingly, "I just didn't intend to interrupt you..." she finally expressed, despite feeling starstruck. "It's fine, you're not bothering me," he chuckled as the waiter set the food on the table."So you ordered three kinds of cake slices ?" he noticed, " Is this why you called me over ? to help you eat all of this ?" he laughed attempting to ease her into a casual conversation. Dalia's face flushed and responded "I...I was feeling cozy because of the rain, and craved some homemade cake", he shook his head in approval as he was reaching for the first bite.

After a brief pause, Lando broke the silence, "So, what is your profession, Dalia?" "I work in sports content creation." "Interesting," he mused between bites, "Which sports do you create content for?" His eyes showed genuine curiosity as he looked at her. Caught off guard, she hesitated for a moment before admitting quietly, "Formula 1." This confession elicited laughter from Lando, who playfully teased her, "Were you stalking me?" Dalia's flustered reaction only amused him further, causing her to fidget nervously as she tried to explain herself. "I'm curious", he said between bites, " who is your favorite driver?" As he leaned forward. Dalia paused, looking a bit uncomfortable. So he decided to ask another question "Okay, how about your favorite team?" he grinned. She hesitated, looking out the window, before admitting softly, "Mclaren." Lando couldn't help but chuckle, "Ah, so you're definitely keeping tabs on me then!". "I swear I'm not ! This was pure coincidence" she pleaded. Lando realized that his teasing had gone too far and he felt a pang of guilt as he saw the distress in the girl's eyes. He quickly changed the subject and turned his attention to the delicious carrot cake in front of him, hoping to lighten the mood. Dalia, on the other hand, took the opportunity to run her fingers through her hair, a calming gesture to collect herself and regain her composure. After taking a deep breath, she finally allowed herself to relax and enjoy her long-awaited hot chocolate, savoring every sip as she let go of the tension that had built up inside her.

"Have you watched the last weekend Gp ?" He inquired still looking down at the desert.Dalia was well aware of what he was referring to - the Hungarian Grand Prix and all the team drama that unfolded. She responded with a short yes, choosing not to elaborate further. However, Lando persisted, "Do you think I should continue driving for McLaren?". The clinking of a fork interrupted the silence, catching Dalia off guard with his question. She met his gaze, noticing a mix of seriousness and frustration in his expression. "My opinion doesn't matter," she replied, hoping to avoid the conversation. He simply shrugged and leaned back in his chair, "I still want to hear it," he said, softening his tone as he realized he may have unintentionally made her uncomfortable. "well.." she started "In my view, driving for McLaren is definitely the right move." she confidently responded meeting his unmoved expression. The silence from him begged for more details, so she continued, "Your team took a bold yet promising approach a few years back by hiring young staff. While their experience may not be as extensive as other teams, like what happened in the Hungarian GP, there's undeniable progress being made." Lando listened closely, but he couldn't resist glancing out the window to avoid getting too involved in the discussion. Dalia hesitated to speak further, fearing she might upset him. "You know the switch cost me points for my championship," he muttered, unable to contain his frustration. He looked at her, waiting for a response. She apologized, silently agreeing with him. Before he could say anything else, Dalia felt compelled to interject, "You don't have to be ruthless and selfish to become a champion," she blurted out, capturing his attention once again. "I know you think the only way to beat Max is to do it his way," she said in a calm yet slightly doubtful tone. "It's the only way," he responded. "Says who?" she challenged. "Says all the champions before... Max, Lewis, Seb..." he explained, his voice tinged with irritation. "Lewis learned the hard way that losing a teammate isn't worth the championship... it's not the only way," she pleaded. "Maybe you'll be the first one to prove that it's not". 

Lando couldn't look away from her, taking a moment to process her words. This wasn't the first time he had encountered such opinion, whether online or in conversations with colleagues. However, what truly captivated him was the sincerity, purity, and optimism reflected in her plea for him to reconsider his beliefs. It was as though she, despite being a stranger, genuinely cared about his well-being. The sudden ring of the phone snapped him out of his thoughts and he glanced at the screen with a chuckle, "Speaking of the devil." It was Oscar on the line, and from their brief exchange, Dalia understood that his teammate was concerned. All she could gather was that Lando had stormed out of a team meeting at the factory, leaving Oscar in a bit of a fix. Despite Lando's attempt to appear calm, it was evident that he didn't want his friend to worry. After wrapping up the call, he put on his black hat, saying, "Well, I should probably get going now." With a smile, he stood up and expressed his gratitude for the lovely meal. Dalia returned the smile, wishing him good luck as he headed towards the door. Just before leaving, he paused and inquired, "By the way, where do you work?" Dalia was taken aback by the question but answered, "Racesports." "Ah, I see," he replied casually, making a mental note. "Cheers," he bid farewell before leaving the coffee shop.

[dalimash]

📌 hey there, my name is dalia/sabi, i’m a mixed black/latine freelance artist! i like to draw my OCs, pkmn, occasional fanart, and more!

this is my main blog, where i post just about anything. if you want to see just my art without all the shitposts, head on over to my art blog!

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[lokislvr]

I saw Taylor this weekend (on the 13th 🥹) and I haven’t been the same since, she just kept on saying how much she loved the crowd and how she’s absolutely coming back soon and like BABY I LOVE YOU WTF???!!! LIKE IT WAS INSANE???!?!?!?!! she was in awe of the constant cheering and chanting like omg i���m so glad we proved to her that she’s been deeply missed these past 13 years, and i saw the live debut of two new outfits??!!! WHAT!

literally best night of my life 🩷

thank u @taylorswift @taylornation 🫶🏻

[alittlebitofloveliness]

you should absolutely write the genderbent outsiders fic, it would be so interesting to see how many things get changed. often people genderbend one person and just turn them into someone everyone's attracted to rather than looking at character, or they do change everyone but it's still all surface level changes but from what i've seen you seem like you'd do something really interesting with it

(no pressure obviously but it's a really cool idea especially with the attitudes of the outsiders (how would the scene where they meet cherry and marcia play out for example?))

HI! Ok so I do love this idea but I dont have time to wrote a full fic with the nuance it deserves but I did write out two little scenes for it so I'll post them here! One is lifted almost directly from the book its just the genderben take on it :)

“Speaking of movies,” Dalia flicked away her cigarette butt, “I’m thinking of walkin’ over to the nightly double tomorrow night. Might find someone to fool around with. Anyone wanna come?”

Stella shook her head. “The boys are takin’ me and Soda to the game.”

She didn’t need to look at me the way she did then. I wasn’t gonna try and stick around or nothing. I liked Soda’s boy, James, well enough and sometimes they’d offer me and Dar to go with them when they went to do stuff, but I wasn’t gonna try and third wheel. I’d never admit it, because Soda really likes Stella a lot, but sometimes I hate her. She doesn’t need to be half so possessive as she is over everything all the time- and Soda is my sister.

Darlene sighed, just like I knew she would. Darlene never had time to do anything with us anymore. “I have a date tomorrow night.”

She sounded less than enthused at the prospect, and Soda and I shared a look. Ever since mom and dad died, Darlene had spent nearly every night she wasn’t working going on various dates, with each guy seemingly worse than the last- and much as she tried to hide it, it wasn’t hard for Soda and me to guess why. It kind of killed me that my once vivacious sister, who’d always been so fiercely independent, was throwing herself at every mediocre guy who looked her way trying to find someone to provide for her, for us. On her own, Darlene would never consider marriage, at twenty no less, but now she had Soda to support for another year and me for another four and we all knew her two jobs were barely covering bills already. Sometimes the guilt of it, what Dar had already given up and what she was further prepared to lose made me so guilty and sad I couldn’t stand it. I knew Soda felt the same way.

Dalia just rolled her eyes. She only went on dates when it suited her, and only to cause trouble. She didn’t get Dar’s obsession with finding a good man- or if she did, she clearly didn’t respect it. 

“What about the rest of y’all? Two-bit? Jennygirl? You an’ Pony wanna come?”

“Me’n Jenny’ll come,” I knew Jenny wouldn’t open her mouth unless she was forced to, “Okay Dar?”

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“You make sure she gets her ass straight home, Soda,” Darlene says, “I mean it.”

I roll my eyes and she fixes me with an icy glare.

“Don’t get huffy with me, Ponygirl. You’re lucky you ain’t grounded. You know better than to be goin’ to the movie house alone.”

“But-”

“No buts,” she fixes me with a stern glare. If it weren't for how cold her eyes are she could be real pretty with her tumble of smoky curls and delicate nose. Now though, she just looks mean, like Tamina Shepard or one of the other girls who date the gang leaders round town, “you ain’t a boy Pony, you gotta quit goin’ around actin’ like one.”

[primaviva]

when i search up the latina tag on tumblr and it is all nsfw content, content taken without the womans permission, and text sexualizing latina woman as objects of exotic infatuation (we will never be free from the myth of the latin woman)

[starswallowingsea]

Kohaku 🤝 Dalia

Being incredibly physically strong characters who are scared of ghosts

[ashthenerdtheythem]

I saw that the number of followers that I have on here is double the amount of people that I follow, and I was going to make a thing saying "what are yous all doing here🤣🤣🤣" but then I remembered that most of the people that are following me are doing it because that way it is harder for them to be ignored when they are begging for their lives so that they and their family won't be fucking bombed to death. And I'm a minor so I'm not able to give them a single cent. So here's all of their fundraisers

It's not letting me save this whenever I add the shehab family but please try to help them, I will queue posts for them daily so that they are easy to find