#ez crew

[fairy-edits]

🖤 SHICCA 💛

-Edens Zero-

(#Coloring)

Credits: H.Mashima's Arts.

Color by me.

[raayllum]

AARON: I mean, like you kill a Magma Titan and take its heart. You saved, you know, thousands and thousands of starving people. Like, maybe that's worth it. Maybe you make that trade, or maybe, maybe it's wrong. No matter, there's no way to put a you know—it's trolley problems, right? It's like, you know...

KUNO: Yeah, it's a trolley problem.

AARON:  But yeah, I think you're—you're right in characterizing it as it's certainly a more complex, you know, justification that is required to pursue dark magic. And there are some people who would not accept that justification. But what's interesting about it is, you know, the questions, there are questions, you can you can come out on either side of it. You know, there are cases, you know, would Rayla have died if Callum hadn’t used dark magic? Yeah. I think she would have.  So did he have to? Are we thankful that he did? Thank goodness—well yes, we love Rayla! Well of course we needed him to do that. You know what I mean? Then there’s some kind of morality that sometimes is based on your attachment. Now if you said, should Callum use dark magic to save one person, knowing that he'll—he may be corrupted for the long term and his potential to be, you know, a hero in the future may be altered and his potential to be manipulated or you know, go down the wrong path, all that risk to save one person? Well, now you might say, “Oh no he shouldn’t—for one person?” But then if I go, “But it was Rayla!” then you go “Oh no, [laughs] yeah, he needs to do it!” [KUNO laughs] So I don’t know. But it’s also even that, right? It comes down to “well, in that moment, what did he do?” Well in that moment, he took like a—I-I think the ingredient is a piece of a snake rattle—

KUNO: Or something. Yeah, something like that.

AARON: “He didn’t even kill it, it was already dead, it was already dead man, what did he do?” Well, I don’t know. He supported the system, so it is complex. It’s worth arguing about, a bit. There’s not a clear right or wrong. There are risks. There are long term consequences. Those are baked into it. But I don't know. When—when it’s your Mom in trouble, what do you do? You do the dark magic! You save Mom, right? I do.

—Hot Brown Morning Potion Podcast interview with Aaron Ehasz and Villads Spansberg

[tehzeldamaster]

For a future AU I have where the crew are all in their 30s

It's an AU where their crew stays together and live as bounty hunters/vigilantes. And ofc its a big 4 AU, so Steinbell, Remura, Wivry and Krisguna are all a thing.

Most of it is just an expansion of the dilf stbl AU I came up with so I dont have much for the others yet lol

For this AU their ages are

Shiki 30

Weisz 32

Homura 31

Rebecca 30

Kleene 29

Jinn 33

Laguna 34

(Shining Stars n/a since they don't age obvs)

[krockat]

lol. sooo it seems my followers list is also bugged now,,,, not just my following list..?

yeaaa.... it's staying at the same amount - in the number, visually, on mobile... meanwhile even though i am blocking bot followers - it doesn't go up or down, even when i reload and leave, lol

my following list has been broken for Years. i have hit its prostrate several times and so good and deep it couldn't think no more and could no longer function.

but that's okay. it doesn't need to be able to think. heck, i can't think a lot of the time either!

but it does get a little bit confusing at times, for sure, hmm? and frustrating?

like being unable to follow new people sometimes, but only sometimes, and sometimes totally being able to Without having to do any unfollowing.... it's uh.

it leads to confusion ':D

aahh.. my best era was when i was definetely and also Visually past the following limit. i remember sitting there at 5013 and being smug as a bug who had fugged.

and alive!!! i felt so alive!!

which some bugs don't after they have fucked.

[galaxythixf]

@ofluminance said: " hey shiki!!! " smiling bright, rebecca heads towards him, waving. " wanna keep practicing your aim with some more games? i think we both could use the practice! it might even make a cool video! whaddya say?! " / :))))

"Yeah!!" His answer comes with zero hesitation and a triumphant fist to add to his already rampant enthusiasm. "I'm still not used to aiming with my Gravity Cannon." As if she needed it he offers a lazy, visual demonstration with a balled fist shaken back and forth with very little effort. "Maybe I should start dual wielding too! Two gravity cannons are way better than one!"

[coffeeflavoredcookies]

Also, they're about 2/3 years younger here. Unless we get some sort of time skip, they're all probably weak as shit. What are they gonna do about THAT.

[masterj]

Friendly reminder that Lightning McQueen did NOT retire from racing in Cars 3. He only took time off to be Cruz's crew chief until her rookie season was over.

He clearly said after the final race was over, that he wanted to keep racing, since he has a choice now that Sterling is out of the picture thanks to Tex buying Rust-eze.

And when he and Mater meet up with Cruz in Cars on the Road, he says to her that they're both racers now.

Because like McQueen said, HE decides when he's done.

[curse-of-dming-strahd]

okay since I'm running a PG-13 Curse of Strahd game in which my players specifically asked for it to not be too scary, and this party of ex-burglars and thieves responded really well to their old boss being the one who sent them to Barovia, I'm gonna go full-speed ahead on a pretty big tone change

which is that instead of this campaign being a horror crawl

I'm gonna try to frame Curse of Strahd as a giant heist mission

THEIR MISSION (should they choose to accept it):

Steal three magic artifacts out from under the noses of Strahd's associates. The first is in a hidden safe in the Abbey, the second they'll have to sneak out past Baba Lysaga, and the third is in a high-security treasure vault deep in the Amber Temple.

Assemble a crew. They'll meet many people in Barovia but there are two fated companions who'll be of the most help: Pidlwick II has intimate knowledge of the layout of the castle. Ez has experience dealing with supernatural bullshit and can advise on how to get past all of Strahd's goons.

Case the joint. Somehow they need to get invited into Strahd's castle so that they can poke around, learn about his defenses, plan their entry and exit, and figure out how to best dismantle his entire operation from the inside without him catching wise to their plan.

Then, once the final plan is in place, they strike.

And then idk they kick his ass, take over his castle, take all his money, steal his carriage, and ride off into the sunset.

[fairy-edits]

🖤 MEETING AGAIN... 💛

-Edens Zero-

(#Coloring)

Credits: H.Mashima's Arts.

Color by me.

[stelscribbles]

Rusty is mater in this AU teehee

So i think that this AU’s “rusty cars” is steam engines, and she is currently sponsored by “steam-ees” (play on rust-eze ig lol), so she’s sponsored by steam trains, her future bff is a steam train, AND her future pit crew chief is a steam train,,,,, its all fitting together so so perfectly……… hggggg

[raayllum]

obviously a lot of it is for shits and giggles (ezran is a dark lord, for crying out loud) but the fact that the Zoom into Xadia dnd skit has 1) callum and rayla switching roles as each other (which is somewhat what’s happened in S4) and 2) has callum completely bail on protecting someone innocent to switch gears and defend rayla once she gets attacked instead

[klamv-art]

How the Eldarya men would look based on my headcanons Pt. 1

I don't know if anyone remembers but last year I made a couple of "redesigns" of Valkyon y Nevra (well technically also Ez but I'm always posting him lol), well I decided to revisit those designs and also do one for Leiftan and Lance just to have the whole crew of TO (They are just going to be busts btw, I don't have enough energy nor time to make a full body for each character 😔)

I'm going to make individual posts for each guy where I will explain a little bit my design choices and all of that. So let's start :D

Ezarel

There you have my design for Ezarel 🤲🏼🩵 Most of you probably have already seen him since I can't stop drawing him orz

Let's talk a little about his design.

The most noticeable changes I made were to his hair. I decided to change his hair color to a darker shade and also changed his hairstyle. I gave him different bangs and also made him have a high ponytail as his regular hairstyle instead of his original low ponytail.

I also gave him freckles. I headcanon Ez to have very sensitive skin, so the moment he steps out in the sun freckles start to appear across his face, ears and shoulders. And he HATES it. Elves are seen as these very beautiful and flawless creatures and in Ez's eyes he sees his freckles as flaws.

As a more minor detail, I gave Ezarel some gold jewelry because he looks very pretty with it.

[lobstermobster-95]

Down in the Wicked Depths Below

Woe to the man

The dark-eyed sailor

Ship’s adrift

And the sea’s his jailor

Drag him down

Down, down, down

Down in the wicked depths below

Woe to the man

The dark-eyed sailor

Ship’s adrift

And the sea’s his jailor

Drag him down

Down, down, down

Down in the wicked depths below

Lost at sea, the sailor cried

I will not die

The sea shall bow to me

“That was quite a display,” Finnegrin said as he rummaged through the piles of assorted junk on his desk. His gruff voice drowning out the singing voices of the crew on deck. “All that talk about how love makes you stronger, but the second you see that elf girl in pain, you completely lost yourself.”

Callum looked away.

The tidebound captain wasn’t wrong. Seeing Rayla like that – writhing and screaming in pain, skin turning blue as if she were already dead – it did something to him. Just like it always did something to him when he thought he’d lost her.

That spell had simultaneously caused a pain in Callum that was so deep that he couldn’t think or see straight. He’d forgotten any spells or tricks that could have helped him and instead did the only thing he could think of.

It had at least been a solid hit – something his younger self would be in awe of for several reasons. A lot of good it had done him though.

At that moment, Callum caught sight of Bait’s empty cage and for a terrible, brief second, thought perhaps the little guy had already been cast into the depths. However, Finnegrin stepped aside and revealed the glow toad had been crammed into another smaller cage.

“What are you doing?” Callum asked, feeling confident he already knew the answer.

“Oh, don’t worry. The cage is for his protection,” the captain replied with a smug smile. “This way, he lures us a leviathan but doesn’t get eaten.”

He crossed the room and stood before Callum, looking down at him with the black-hearted confidence of a man who had spilled more than his fair share of blood. “The one getting thrown into the sea serpent’s hungry mouth is your elf girl.”

He may as well have been strapped to an anchor and dropped into the sea for how quickly Callum became submerged in the crushing weight of dread and panic. He struggled against the chains that bound him to the post, but there was no give.

He couldn’t lose Rayla. Not again. Not ever again.

“No, no wait!” The words leapt from his tongue without his consent. “A dying breath, blood filled with hatred, and a unicorn horn. That’s the dark magic you want. Just…just let her go.”

They could deal with the ramifications. They would find a way to protect Domina Profundis, but Callum had to protect Rayla first.

A beat passed as Finnegrin paused in the doorway before he began to click his tongue in disappointment like a parent about to scold their child. “Oh, my poor lad,” he said. “That deal was no longer on the table.” He chuckled, pulling the door open and quickly disappearing through it, leaving Callum alone as he sunk even deeper into despair.

“No!” He called out to no avail. “No!”

Again he struggled and again the chains around his wrists did not budge.

Hot tears began cutting their way down his cheeks. This was really it. Rayla would die and a piece of him would die right alongside her. They had only just begun to truly mend their relationship. The last few weeks began replaying in Callum’s mind

Staying in his and Ez’s old, adjoining rooms had been his idea. After Umber Tor, he’d shed the last piece of the already-cracked and crumbling armor he’d built around his heart over the last two years. He’d opened himself back up to her, and it was wonderful. They’d often stayed up late during those nights, fretting over Ezran and the others or just talking like they used to.

Then they’d traveled to Lux Aurea, retracing the steps they’d taken together on that first world-changing journey. The route had been easier this time. There was no dragon egg to hide and protect, no duplicitous aid from Soren and Claudia, and no race to outrun an impending battle with Viren’s corrupted army.

And with the border open, the route itself had become more traveled, leading to amenities like the inn they’d stayed at. Seeing Rayla happy and at peace that night had filled Callum’s heart in a way it hadn’t been in two years. He’d wanted to kiss her again, to hold her and tell her he loved her.

Now he desperately wished he had.

He could hear shouts and thuds from above him and his heart began to pound. He didn’t have much time.

Looking around for something, anything he could use to free himself, Callum spotted it. The slug Finnegrin had offered as a dark magic conduit.

No. No he couldn’t. He wouldn’t.

He’d sworn to himself that he would never do dark magic again. It wasn’t him. It wasn’t who he wanted to be. He’d vowed to write his own destiny.

…But what would that destiny look like without Rayla?

The question seared his heart like a brand because he knew the answer immediately. Without Rayla, he had no destiny. If he allowed her to die when there was something, anything , he could have done to save her, the anguish would fester in his body like a blight and consume him from the inside out.

He would do anything for her.

Anything.

Pulling against the chains one last time, Callum reached out and grabbed the slug.

~

The sunrise was beautiful, almost mockingly so after all that had happened the night before.

Callum sat at the base of the mast, feeling no modicum of triumph or elation at their victory. He felt like a liar, a sham. He was the first human mage to do primal magic and still he’d resorted to dark magic.

He thought he was better than this. But was he? Was he any better than Viren or Claudia if he would dirty his hands with the lives of innocent creatures if pushed far enough?

“So…” Came a voice through the fog. “Two primal sources? Now you’re just getting greedy, mister mage.”

Callum saw Rayla as she sat down next to him, felt the warmth of her living, breathing body, but he didn’t feel any less ashamed. If she knew what he’d done to save her, she’d be disgusted and furious, as she should be.

“Callum, are you okay?”

Was he? He let the question sink deep before nodding his head and letting his eyes finally unfocus from the abyss he’d been staring into.

“Yeah,” he said, pulling a smile up along with him. “Yeah, I’m okay. I am.”

He looked at Rayla as she smiled back at him, his heart feeling full and complete as she brought a hand up to his cheek.

“I’m glad,” she said softly.

She pulled him into a hug and Callum felt guilt wrap itself around him along with her arms. Below them, somewhere in the guts of the hull, two dark magic snakes now slithered and slunk because he’d brought them to life.

He’d broken his oath, and as Rayla sighed contentedly, holding Callum like she had when they’d first fallen in love, he knew that he would do it again in a heartbeat to save her.

And that’s what scared him more than anything.

[500album]

Joni Mitchell - Blue (1971)

Popkulturális referenciáim Joni Mitchell-hez kapcsolódóan:

Janet Jackson Got 'Til It's Gone-jában Q-Tip azt mondja, hogy Joni Mitchell never lies, és azért mondja ezt, mert egyrészt minden bizonnyal így van, másrészt meg Mitchell Big Yellow Taxi című számából vették hozzá a hangmintát, ami kb. a refrén. (Amúgy ennek a Jackson számnak a sztorija is megérne egy külön posztot, de most nem ezért vagyunk itt.)

Az Igazából szerelemben Emma Thompson egy Joni Mitchell CD-t kap karácsonyra Alan Rickmantől, és így derül ki számára, hogy a férje megcsalja, ami az egyik legheartbreakingebb jelenet ever (a film pedig a legjobb karácsonyi film ever, period.), amihez sokat hozzátesz a Both Sides Now című dal is. Persze, hogy megnéztem, persze, hogy sírtam.

A Counting Crows szintén feldolgozta a Big Yellow Taxit, Vanessa Carltonnal közösen, akinek csak egy kis dúdolgatás meg vokálozás jutott a dalban, és ezzel ki is pipálta minden idők egyik legértelmetlenebb featjét, pedig ő írta minden idők egyik legkirályabb számát, amit mindig is áhitattal hallgattam, aztán egyszer valaki megmutatta nekem azt a jelenetet abból a hülye filmből, amiben Terry Crews ezt énekli, és ez olyan volt nekem, mintha paradicsomos babkonzervvel fröcskölték volna össze a Mona Lisámat, és azóta akárhányszor Vanessa ujjai megérintik a billentyűket, mindig meg kell győznöm magam, hogy nem, Terry Crews most nincs itt velünk a szobában, minden rendben van, élvezd az utazást a zongorás platós kocsin.

Azért is rizsázok ennyit minden másról, mert a Blue nem annyira érintett meg. Annak ellenére, hogy a könyvben azt írják, hogy ez az ultimate szakítós album, szóval aktuális. De valahogy mégsem. Átjön a sok felgyűlt dolog, amiknek ki kellett jönnie, ahogyan a csapongó érzelmek is, de valószínűleg Joninak más jellegű problémái voltak 1971-ben, mint most nekem.

A másik, hogy ezzel az egyszálgitáros, egyszálzongorás singer-songwriter dologgal mindig hadilábon álltam, mert nekem általában a zene fontosabb, mint a szöveg, és számomra ez így túl csupasz. Van amúgy ennek a műfajnak is olyan interpretációja, amit szeretek, sőt kifejezetten vonzódom azokhoz a produkciókhoz, amiben mindent egy ember csinál, egyedül, de ehhez az kell, hogy azt a szűk zenei eszköztárat, ami ennek az előadásmódnak a sajátja, kreatívan használja ki, csavarjon rajta egyet-kettőt. (nagyon várom már a 8 darab Bob Dylan album meghallgatását...)

Viszont azért is volt jó megismerkedni a Blue-val, mert ahogy fentebb is látszik, már csak Joni Mitchell neve is elég volt ahhoz, hogy egy csomó mindent felidézzek, csapongjak, sírjak, nevessek, meghallgassak számomra kedves dolgokat, és pontosan ezért kezdtem el írni ezt a blogot.

Azért beteszem ide az albumot, legyen meg:

[rookie-lou]

Hudson McQueen & Lightning McQueen

More versions of my picture. For my cars 3 story with six different endings. Shortly after or during the Florida 500 race.

Explanation: (He also has a scar near his hair on some pictures, the timelines where he crashed)

First picture is the main one. (Not in my story)

42 suit: Cal crashed and can't race anymore.

Lightning joins his team and wears the suit for one race

95 suit: Like in the movie.

White suit: Lightning has no sponsor cause Rust-eze is bankrupt. Piston Cup official sponsors Lightning for now.

95 suit & splint: Lightning has a little accident during the Florida 500 race.

95 jacket: Lightning is Cruz's crew chief

[garbinge]

Bail Out

Angel Reyes & EZ Reyes & OFC Rosario Reyes

30 Day Fic Challenge

Word Count: 1.6k A/N: I have an obsession with Reyes sisters and the endless possibilities of what could have been.

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @narcolini @danzer8705 @keyweegirlie

“I’m here for Angel and Ezekiel Reyes.” Ro was visibly annoyed but she kept her voice level. 

“They’re being processed, in the meantime, can I see some ID?” The cop spoke without looking at Rosario. 

She handed over her I.D, not making much of it until the cop let out a question. 

“You their mom?” 

Rosario snapped her head to frown at the cop with disgust. 

“Do I look like their mother?” 

“We called for a parent or guardian.” 

“Well my mom’s dead and my dad is depressed in bed mourning the death of my mother so you got me.” 

“And you are?” The attitude of the cop was growing. 

“Their older sister. Whose 22 and fully capable of taking them home and punishing them for whatever stupid shit they got into.” 

“Vandalism.” The cop looked away and kept writing things down. Not losing the attitude but seemingly accepting that this was the best case scenario. 

“That ain’t a citation? You gotta book ‘em for that?” Ro’s arms were crossed, despite her anger at this whole situation, they were her brother’s she was going to defend them. 

“No, it ain’t.” The cop mocked how she said it. “They’ll be out soon, you can take a seat.” The cop pointed to the waiting room behind her and then closed the window to ensure Ro wasn’t going to continue talking. 

Ro scoffed, and rolled her eyes before taking a step back into the waiting room. It was a mix of being petty and also being anxious but she didn’t take a seat, she kept pacing 5 steps one way and 5 steps the other until the buzzing sound forced her legs to stop. 

She looked up and Angel was the first one to walk into the room. His hand was tight on the plastic bag that held his rings, wallet, phone, and chain. He looked a little tired but overall his expression was mad. Ro knew the feeling well and knew how it presented on both of her brothers. Which is why when EZ came out with a similar bag of personal items, she could see his face wasn’t angry, but disappointed. 

“You I expect this from, but you.” She pointed at EZ. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Angel gave her a look of annoyance. 

“You don’t have any ground to be giving me the fuckin’ attitude like that.” Ro practically barked at him. 

She didn’t notice it but the cop behind the window smirked at her comment. 

“Can we just go home.” EZ interrupted her. 

“When you tell me what the fuck happened.” She kept the same tone with EZ as she did with Angel. 

“Not here.” Angel looked over his shoulder at the cop behind them. 

As much as Ro wanted to argue and prove Angel and EZ wrong in everything coming out of their mouths, she had to agree, she wasn’t going to incriminate them. 

“Let’s go.” 

As the three siblings made their way through the dark parking lot and into Ro’s car, none of them spoke. The only noise was the street lamp buzzing in and out and the sound of her car engine sputtering an extra time as it struggled to turn on. 

As they drove and got to a red light, Angel was lifting up an apron. “What the fuck is this?” The black waist apron was littered at his feet, clearly discarded by the driver of the car earlier. The embroidered words Rivershack Tavern were sewed in an orange thread on the apron. 

“It’s called a job.” Ro leaned over and snatched it from Angel’s hands and threw it in the backseat where EZ looked at it. 

“The Riverside Dive Bar?” EZ’s voice from the backseat seemed confused. 

“That place is nasty, Ro.” Angel added on to his little brother’s confusion. 

“Yea, you know that because you go with all your little biker gang crew.” Her knuckles got tight against the wheel as her feelings started to bubble in her gut. 

“It’s not a gang, and I’m not a part of their crew, my roommate’s cool with them, that’s it.” Angel got defensive. 

“Riverside is dangerous.” EZ wasn’t going to let this conversation die just yet. 

“Yea? Lotta vandalizers out there? Wouldn’t wanna get too close to them.” She was ready to go to bat for herself, always. 

“He’s right, it’s scummy there, fuck you workin’ in a bar for?” Angel’s face was twisted up as he pulled his rings out of the plastic bag and started putting them back on his hands. 

“I’m trying to get the fuck out of here, and to do that, one needs a little thing called money. And to get money, Angel, people usually get a job, I know the concept of holding down employment seems foreign to you but to some of us it’s a means to live.” Her words were harsh, but she had enough of him ragging on her when she was the one who came down to pick them up. 

“You can’t work anywhere else?” It was a question EZ usually would have asked, the way it was said also. More serene, more understanding. 

“Well I might have to because I had to leave halfway through my shift to pick you bozos up.” Her eyes moved to the rearview mirror to look at EZ who was just staring out the window now. “Wanna tell me what the fuck happened?” She asked as the light turned green and she began driving again. “And no bullshit the real deal.” 

Angel got quiet which was very out of character for him, she was expecting some rant about how the police in this town have nothing better to do than stop two brown kids from walking around but it was silent. 

“Any acknowledgement that I’m not talking to a wall would be appreciated.” Ro continued waving her hand. 

“E?” Angel spoke up now, leaning his head back against the seat rest. 

That shocked Rosario. She was expecting Angel to own up to whatever it was and leave it at that but for him to shift the conversation to their littest brother was not expected. 

Ez’s mouth got tight as the anger coursed through him and he punched the seat in front of him which happened to be where Angel was sitting. 

“The fuck?” Angel sat up and turned around just as quickly as the punch to the seat happened. 

“You had to break the fuckin’ window and make the alarm go off.” EZ was now yelling. 

“I was trying to get in the car like you fuckin’ wanted!” Angel argued back. 

“I’m sorry, you were breaking and entering into a vehicle? You’re lucky they only charged you for fuckin’ vandalism.”

“They charged us for vandalism because I went back and tagged the car with a sharpie I had. I knew it’d knock the charge down.” EZ said it so matter of factly. 

Ro looked at Angel as if she was looking for confirmation and he just waved her off which was his way of agreeing. 

“So you wanna tell me why you were breaking into a car?” Ro’s eyes were glued to EZ in the mirror when she asked until she placed them back on the road. 

“Why you lookin’ at him.” Angel smirked. 

“Because if it was on you, you woulda brought your dumb ass biker club hangin’ roommate.” Ro was starting to piece some of the puzzle together. 

Angel laughed at that. “Tell her, E, tell her what we were doing.” 

“It was the car that was at the Pop’s shop.” EZ spoke. “I wanted to find out what was inside, clues or something.” 

Ro was lucky they were approaching a stop sign because otherwise she would have pulled over. She turned her body and looked at him. 

“Don’t look at me like that.” EZ said like he was a child again. 

“Like what?” Ro nodded her head up. 

“Like I’m crazy.” EZ said it while looking directly at his sister’s eyes. 

“I’m not.” It was two words but spoken so firmly. 

All EZ did was raise his eyebrows. 

“I’m looking at you wondering why you didn’t come to me, too.” 

“Didn’t think you’d want in on the illegal activities.” He crossed his arms over his stanford sweatshirt. EZ had been wearing that sweatshirt since he was in middle school in anticipation of going away to college and that anticipation had never fallen to second place, until now it seems.

“Plus I knew we’d need a bailout.” Angel chimed in which earned him a look from both of his siblings. 

“She’s my mom too.” Ro spoke and moved back to looking straight ahead in her seat. “It was fucking stupid of you to do this.” The reprimanding was here and it was directly specifically at EZ, not Angel. 

“Didn’t find anything out either.” Angel added in not realizing his sister wasn’t exactly talking to him. 

“Dad know?” EZ asked, his head leaning against the window. 

“What do you think?” Rosario was back to pressing the gas. 

The three siblings sat in quiet for the rest of the ride home, not talking to one another. There wasn’t any tension in the air, though, just the heaviness of knowing there was really no solution in sight, just the sorrow and mourning of their mother, and the gnawing feeling of uneasiness and unanswered questions of what happened.