#gabriela a colors show

[transviada-1996]

Sei que ela me falou

Que pra ela eu sou como a praia

Veja bem, coração

Uma praia sem sol não é nada 🎶

- Gabriela.

[rotzaprachim]

spoilers for the new iron chef quest for an iron legend, iron chef Mexico, and iron chef Brasil

Gd I love WOMEN

[lookforanewangle]

I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW ABOUT THE DAEMON AU

HI HELLO I WILL TELL YOU ABOUT THE DAEMON AU

You've unearthed pandora's box; under a read more because this got long lmao

First off, there are theoretically going to be multiple fics, but right now I'm working on the main one which starts with the tsunami! I've finished five chapters/23k words and they are off with some betas for review 👀 I'm not sure how long it's going to be but I'm building towards buddie and will be focusing on Buck coming to terms with himself and his self-worth a la tsunami through Buck Begins! The shooting may or may not be its own thing later lol. That's all I'll share though because I don't want to spoil my plot twists, but I have shared some snippets here

I love exploring the relationships between characters and their daemons and their relations to other characters/daemons when I do daemon aus and this one will be no different! love pushing the boundaries of their connections and also Touch as well, though I lean more towards it being an intimate show of trust, not necessarily in a sexual way. It's aaaaall about the found family connections here baybeeeee 👏

The rules I follow (which I believe are directly from the books; I've only seen the show rip, but I've been reading daemon aus for over a decade):

Do not ask questions about another’s daemon.

Always keep your daemon close; to separate is to suffer.

Touch is only to be allowed by another daemon, not their person.

and Touch rules:

Do not ever Touch without permission

Do not ever allow Touch from someone you do not trust implicitly (2a: Family and significant others are most often allowed to Touch & 2b: Best friends allowing Touch is rare, but not unheard of)

Touch is typically skin to skin/fur/scales. If there are clothing items in between, the touch is not necessarily considered Touch, depending on the situation

And now on to everyone's daemons!! When deciding most of these, I used the daemon quiz results spreadsheet that you can find here!! It was so useful and helped when I couldn't decide between two different animals. I've added the descriptions for each below. Not all of them fit perfectly; some of them I leaned more towards looks or ability to assist during rescues while also trying to tie somewhat to personality, but I tried to stick as close as I could.

Buck & Bailey - Irish Wolfhound

This one was not on the spreadsheet, but I really wanted a beeeeg dog for Buck and found the reddit thread in the screenshot below; it just fit and I love her to death now 🥺 Top pic is her coloring!

Chris & Minara (Mina) - Unsettled

Mina may be unsettled but she most often chooses a ferret or a perching bird of some kind, typically a cardinal!

ferret: You are a spontaneous and affectionate individual who loves to have fun. More so than others with weasel daemons, those with ferrets are high energy extroverts, gregarious with others but never sacrificing their outspoke assertiveness. They're curious and impulsive people who hate to wait and love to find silver linings in life.

cardinal: You are a brave and faithful individual who is fiercely protective of what they love. More so than others with perching bird daemons, those with cardinals are romantic and proud, and carry their bold energy into all they do. They are determined and confident people.

Eddie & Gabriela (Gabi) - Caracal

The caracal description doesn't quite fit Eddie to a T, but it's close. I was going more for looks for him, and for a cat that's large enough to assist with rescues without being a big cat.

You are an observant and thoughtful individual who is deeply private. More so than others with wild cat daemons, those with caracals are independent and self-preserving, excelling in the specific area of life they've carved out for themselves. They have strong boundaries and prefer to only depend on themselves.

Bobby & Zura - Timber Wolf

You are a loyal and spiritual individual who deeply values their own gut feelings. More so than others with wild dog daemons, those with wolves are committed to their loved ones and develop deep emotional bonds. They have great capacity for inspiration and are protective over what they love and value.

Athena & Achilles - Snowy Owl

yes I had to make a Greek mythology reference. don't laugh at me. I did almost go with Ares, but I decided on Achilles because essentially daemons are a human's achilles heel...if a daemon dies, so does their human 99.9999% of the time, so. It seemed fitting lmao

You are a powerful and assertive individual who values deep thought and clarity. More so than others with owl daemons, those with snowy owls are independent and confident, able to appear competent even when they don't feel it. Rarely does their resilient and strong-willed exterior waver.

Hen & Jorrah - Chicken/Rooster

Still deciding between which of these two breeds; if anyone has suggestions I'm all ears!! And of course I had to give Hen a hen rooster. I may switch her to an actual hen; there are some instances where queer characters have daemons of the same gender and I haven't written any specific lines for either of them into the fic yet, so that could change 🤔

You are a driven yet nurturing individual who expects perfection from themselves and others. More so than others with flightless bird daemons, those with chickens love mentoring others and tend towards being a gossip. They don't always put their money where their mouth is, but they're incredibly social and know how to talk a big game. (Hen, of course, does put her money where her mouth is)

Going to have to make a part two etc to get everyone else's daemons in; I've capped out on photos. 😅

Thanks for asking!! Hopefully I can finish the fic soon so I can start posting 👀

[vitalphenomena]

PLAYLIST DIRECTORY

CHARACTERS

alessandra baresi — you gotta see the artistry in tearing the place apart with me

alex haven — and mostly i can't even tell what i'm running from.

beck boy — beck boy

burns harris — MY BROTHER'S BLOOD

cain glass — i need you to pencil in the rest.

cass hwang — i'm the fucking florist

cullen glass — sins of the father

davy nichols — forgiveness in the weeds

esther thomas — esther thomas

graham sinclair — i'm truly alone and i like it.

harris harris — WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WAITING FOR????; sorrow's native son @jupiter3

juniper harris — me & my dog & an impossible view; only with grace @jupiter3

kieran glass — he is a bad bad boy

mackenzie knight — if a god is a god and a man is a fraud then imma lost cause ;)

maryanne barkan — maryanne barkan

phoebe nichols — i'm ready to try

spirit harris — songs for crazy crazy little girls; i just keep losing

ROMANTIC SHIPS

amelia hartmann & theo haven @bluedprints — you're so perfect baby were you made for me? @bluedprints

alex haven and ridley bragin @withbeasts — i'll see you in everything, tomorrow and all the time

andrew bragin @withbeasts & spirit harris — the good that he saw; he loves her he can't love her love her

beck boy & francis funke @freekzout — bf @freekzout

beck boy & houston morin @jupiter3 — A Good Thing @jupiter3

boris pavlikovsky @jupiter3 & rifat hordiyenko @corsey & spirit harris — c'mere tough guy

cassius bairn @bluedprints & spirit harris — biting you biting you biting you

cassius bairn @bluedprints & cass hwang — c4c

cullen glass & jane monday @bluedprints — I WANNA BE UR DOG

daniel romano @despiterage & spirit harris — Daniel & Spirit (red is their color.) @despiterage; baby if it feels good then it can't be bad

deborah baresi @corsey & richard hayes — every man needs a companion

deco lakatos @corsey & spirit harris — i wanna feel the way that others do

elijah knight & henry sinclair @bluedprints — why, god of elijah?

ezra haven & spirit harris — i will mold myself just for you.; ezra is a vampire

feyd-rautha harkonnen & spirit harris — she's illiterate about him.

frenchie @gingerspiice & spirit — like a pornographic puzzle

flynn nichols @jupiter3 & spirit harris — flynnspirit but it's just mitski songs @jupiter3; feeding you my cake (eating it too) @jupiter3; pressfspirit; what would you do if i made a flynnspirit playlist in 2022

gabriela glass & tuesday nolan @jupiter3 — she's so hard to erase!!

gary baker @corsey & spirit harris — I KNOW YOUR EYES CAN SEE RIGHT THROUGH ME :(

george nichols @jupiter3 & spirit harris — i'm not yours to lose., all our friends are laughing at us

houston morin @jupiter3 & spirit harris — i go back to that house sometimes (hoping i'll run into you.); even pretending to ourselves @jupiter3

isla maddix & theo haven @bluedprints — theo and isla's extraordinary cali adventure

[EXTRA SPECIAL PLAYLIST MOST IMPORTANT BEST ONE] juniper harris & phi.l couls.on @tahitiwoke — THIS IS MY SHOW

[mixtape by] juniper harris & [for] tao song @despiterage — j mix for t

juniper harris & rudy boy — don't you hear me howling babe

[redacted] @jupiter3 & spirit harris — why do you do this if it's so goddamn demeaning?

mackenzie knight & elfgar mason @corsey — the gentler side of mankind's death wish

mackenzie knight & mr. johnson @alulars — all night you're talking to god

marcus dunham @despiterage & spirit harris — you were playing for keeps; Marcus & Spirit @despiterage

[redacted] @flmed & spirit harris — sex money feelings die

norah levy @bluedprints & rachel knight — my cannibal queen <3

[space] pneuma johns @plebcourt and spirit harris — space squire 4 space squire @plebcourt

reaper @dxsole & spirit harris — she sought death in a queen-sized bed

rifat hordiyenko @corsey & spirit harris — the misanthropes next door are probably conceiving a daemon!; they should NOT be at the club @corsey

sasha chasnik @midcenturies & spirit harris — you crazy girl

spirit harris & trevor quinn @bluedprints — for nothing but to deserve you

spirit harris & u. swift @diicktective — do u want to fuck like u know that i do?

spirit harris & victo.r zsa.sz @dogtccth — TEAR YOU TO PIECES AND RIP YOU APART.

spirit harris & whitmer breslin @jupiter3 — in our bedroom

OTHER DYNAMICS

george nichols @jupiter3 & harris harris — [redacted]? [redacted]

haven family — i'll get it right sometime @bluedprints

flynn nichols @jupiter3 & juniper harris & spirit harris — they're gonna have a baby!!!!

juniper harris & harris harris — this isn't love

harris harris & spirit harris — get over it, kiddo.

burns, harris, juniper, lila, & spirit harris — how much worse can it get?; my hatred turned to pity; my resentment blossomed flowers

stevie danvers @wristful & spirit harris — I STARTED USING AGAIN

beck boy, fern @withbeasts, lake @holyrots, rudy boy @bluedprints, saya @corsey, valen — it's us against the world collab

burger kink (isla maddix & hazel kumari @jupiter3 & connor takeda @bluedprints) — BURGER KINK collab

members of kieran glass's cult — it is horrible and it is beautiful.

josephine lewis @ruinaa & kieran glass — i just want to go home

ARCS

second generation @bluedprints @holyrots @jupiter3 @rekant — i'll never have friends like these again!

post-glass @bluedprints — glass is dead. @bluedprints

We Are Killing Ezra Haven @bluedprints — cullen glass is not a violent man

vampire au — MID-CENTURY VAMPIRES, 21ST CENTURY VAMPIRES

royal/fantasy au — CROWNS AND SHIT

[fashionbooksmilano]

The Artistry of Flowers

Floral Design by Musa de las Flores

Gabriela Salazar, Photography by Ngoc Minh Ngo

Rizzoli, New York 2023, 224 pages, ISBN 9780847899081

euro 55,00

email if you want to buy booksinprogressmilano@yahoo.it

Bring beauty in the form of nature into your home and your lifestyle, no matter where you live, through artful floral arrangements, as well as indoor and outdoor flowering plants. The Artistry of Flowers encourages everyone to live with florals and to appreciate their beauty as we appreciate art. Celebrated floral designer Gabriela Salazar teaches us how to look at flowers and understand their characteristics from an artist’s perspective. By exploring different shapes, colors, and textures, she shows us how to understand flowers and their living, transitory nature. Drawing on her painting background, Salazar looks at floral arrangements as compositions. She highlights which type of blooms are best for different designs and shares building blocks for floral designs ranging from simple and sculptural to complex and colorful, including arrangements for any mood and different decor. Salazar inspires us to explore our creativity, empowering us to design our own arrangements

22/05/24

[vagarezas]

• quando ela sorri minha alma sorri de graça

[borntoocry]

𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲.       e. williams

modern au musician Ellie x thick latina fem!oc 

word count: 4.3k 

summary: Ellie williams plays in a band with Dina and Jesse. this night, she performs at a venue in her city and finds a cute girl to look at--Gabriela De Leon. After the show, they chat... 

warnings: not verbal, but mentions of racism. that’s about it. 

a/n: as a latina, representation MATTERS. so i wrote something i rarely see on tumblr.

I also wanted to mention that while I am not Mexican (I'm Salvadoran), 99% of my friends were Mexican. I grew up with my Mexican buddies and I learned a lot about their culture, the language that is most def different than my salvi spanish, and the different towns, cities, pueblos. :)

Popping your head into the main stage before a performance should be illegal. It stirs excitement in some performers, but to me, it ties my organs into a knot and shoves them right up my throat. I have been doing this for the past three shows now–but I regret it more each time; and Dina hisses at me each time. But it’s a habit I can’t shake, like someone biting their nails or shaking their leg, or scratching their neck. I need to know how many people are in the room (even though I’m still small and my band only receives attention because they’re attractive), and who I should stare at when I’m singing.

I take back the last thing I said–we’re good. Our band doesn’t get this much of a crowd because we’re attractive. We gain bigger and bigger crowds because we’re actually good. At least that’s what I tell myself.

I play the guitar–both electric and acoustic– and I sing, Jesse is on drums, and Dina plays the piano and does back-up vocals. I would add a fourth, but I don’t know anyone else. I’m shy, and a nervous wreck when it comes to meeting new people, so I stick to the same two people I have stuck by since high school. Plus, they’re good enough for me.

“Stop peeking!” Dina reprimands, slapping my arm so it falls to my side. “You’re going to drive yourself crazy and you won’t be able to perform.”

I huff. “I’m not going to drive myself crazy and I’ll put on a hell of a performance.  I do it all the time, don’t I?”

“We’ve only played two shows,” Jesse says. “You keep peeking and you’re going to end up throwing up instead of singing.”

“Shut the hell up,” I say. I peek again and take another look at the faces crowded around one another. It’s a small venue, but it’s packed, nonetheless. People know about us because we’ve stamped posters all over the city and released music with shitty music videos and have opened for small indie bands. People also follow me on Instagram, where I try my best to make people like me; make it seem like I’m not some introverted loser who spends most of her time locked up in her room writing and recording music. I am a different person online, and because of that, people love me. “There’s more people than before.”

Dina stands next to me and looks around as well. She doesn’t care if people see her, she actually enjoys that some people treat her like a celebrity. She might as well be with her big smile and nice hair and cool style. She’s the beauty and the brains people love looking at.

“No shit,” she whispers. She gasps at the sight of something, and I bounce back from her eyes to the girl she’s looking at. “I know her! She’s in my American Literature class. She’s so smart.”

I take a look at the girl. Her brown skin is shining beneath the dim lighting that flashes pink, then yellow, then green–it’s as if she allowed the sun to nurse her, paint her a darker and sleeker shade of brown. Her eyes are green and yellow, meshed into the color of the sun, like it didn’t only bathe her skin. Her cheeks grow wider when she smiles, and she stares diligently at her friend when she speaks.

The girl has on a shirt that looks more like a bra, but maybe doesn’t function as one, either. Her breasts are slightly spilling out but nothing else is seen. I scan the bottom half of her body and try to shut my mouth as best as possible. She moves around a little, shimmying to the music that fails to drown out the sea of voices. She wears a skirt but with each slight turn, I catch a vast expanse of skin that trails under the jean fabric.

“Try not to drool, I think they just mopped the floors,” Dina says.

I blindly slap her arm because I am beyond concentrated to break away from the beautiful girl. She has a lot to grab onto, I think, but I shut my eyes and tell myself that’s perverted. I’ve yet to meet her, to know if she likes girls– to know if she likes me– and I’m already thinking about what her skin would feel like in my hands.

“If you wrote a song about loving thick girls, so many people would come running to you,” Dina says. “You write about girls but most of the women in your dm’s never fit your type.”

I laugh. “Oh yeah? And what’s my type?”

“Latina’s you so cannot handle,” she laughs. “Gabby is very independent, she has this intense feminine aura and you can’t forget she’s fucking hot. Not only was this girl blessed with one of the biggest asses I’ve seen, but look at her rack!”

“Gabby,” I whisper, ecstatic that I have a name to add to her face.

“Yeah. Gabriela De Leon. She’s from Guadalajara, Mexico. Moved to Cali when she was nine, moved to Vegas for college,” Dina whispers. I turn to her, eyebrows scrunched and my mind throwing questions at me to ask, like how in the hell does Dina know this. She purses her lips. “I was put in a group with her a couple weeks ago. She told me her life story after I told her my sad one.”

“And what’d she think?” I ask. “About your life.”

“It wasn’t sad enough.”

“What?” I spit.

“Joking. She’s an angel. She gave me a hug and said I could talk to her if I ever needed to.”

I nod. “Cool. Coolcoolcool. Cool.” I move away from the wall and grab my guitar that sits next to the wrinkly couch and pull it over my head. The strap remains nestled on my shoulder and I nurse the body of the guitar in my hands. I drag my fingers down the thickness of the guitar and tap the very end. “I shouldn’t have looked,” I groan. “Fuck me. Now I’m worried I’ll fuck up.”

Dina walks over to me and lays her head on my right shoulder. “You’ll be fine,” she says with one hand rubbing my bicep. “Just stare at Gabby’s boobs and you’ll be okay.”

I drop my head and try not to imagine her skin spilling out of her top. “That’ll just make me fuck up even more. Plus, I don’t even think she likes girls.”

Dina cackles. “Jess, she thinks she isn’t gay,” she says to Jesse. “Oh hun, she is a raging lesbian. Man-hating, woman-loving, boob-loving, guitar player-loving lesbian. When she sees you up there her panties are going to fall on the floor and crawl over to you.”

I wince. “That panty part is scary. But it’d be interesting to know what they look like.”

Dina hugs me tight and kisses my temple. “You’ll be great. We’ll be great,” she exclaims. “So let’s get up there and rock everyone’s panties off!”

I take a seat on a bright orange stool and pull my guitar onto my chest. I look around the crowded room to catch another look at all of the faces. A lot of girls. Pretty girls that  look like they spent hours on their makeup. And then I see Gabby, who stands closer now, close to the invisible barricade. She’s no longer speaking to her friend, but she is staring back at me. She smiles, and I smile back. I try to speak to her with my eyes, but I cannot even speak in general, so I tear my eyes away from her and look at my guitar instead. I trail my fingertips down the strings, down the grooves in the wood from all of the banging against my desk, and the plug that is already jammed into my guitar.

I pull the microphone down a notch and clear my throat. I look up at the crowd that smiles and I nod. “Do I sound alright to you guys?” I ask.

Everyone cheers.

“Great. So before we start, I want to introduce myself and my wonderful band.” I slightly turn around and carry the microphone with me. I’m no longer surprised that I don’t stutter when I’m on stage. Or sweat through my clothes from anxiety. I’m somehow used to this after all of the stages I’ve been on since my freshman year of college. “First of all, my name is Ellie. I just turned twenty-one a couple months ago, so if anyone wants to treat me to a drink, you sure can. I’m a junior in college and… to everyone’s surprise, I am not a music major. I’ll let you guys guess.”

I stand up from my stool and walk around the chords, trying not to trip. I walk over to Dina and wrap my hand around her waist, pulling her in. She laughs and shoves me off. “This is Dina. She’s the youngest–just turned twenty! She’s a smart one. She graduated high school early and excelled in maths, so if you need help with your math homework, visit her after the show.”

And finally, I stumble over to Jesse. “Anddd Jesse. This one is the oldest. Twenty-three and ready to mingle, ladies.”

I return to my stool and strum all chords, getting ready to absolutely kill my fingers. I pull the mic down again and look over the crowd, resting on Gabby as I say, “If you’re a pretty girl, sing along, and I hope you enjoy the show.”

“I need a drink,” I mutter as I set my guitar onto its stand and grab a new water bottle from the minifridge. I gargle half of it down even though I drank an entire bottle onstage.

“You should go out there. It’ll be on me, just tell the bartender,” Dina says.

I nod and quickly tear off my flannel. I walk around backstage and find the bar in a second. I sit down at a stool and the bartender quickly makes way towards me. He asks what I want, and I say, “Whiskey… on the rocks or whatever that is.” He nods and doesn’t care if I sound like a child ordering something alcoholic. I know little to nothing about alcohol except for the fact that if you have too much, it turns you into a drunken mess, and you wake up with a sick hangover the next day. You can also have the most amazing sex, but that might be a lie.

The bartender returns with a glass and I instantly down it, returning it to him and watching him make another. I shouldn’t be drinking tonight, but I did have one of the best shows ever. Gabby knew all of my songs, she danced and twirled and I got to see her ass failing to remain in her jean skirt.

A new cup of whiskey is placed in front of me and I hear someone giggle beside me. I turn to find Gabby hovering over me and the chair directly next to me. I pull it back and she quickly takes a seat. “That’s a grandpa drink for someone who just turned twenty-one.”

Gabby has an accent, which doesn’t surprise me. Dina mentioned she immigrated to California from Guadalajara, Mexico when she was nine. She looks to be twenty, maybe twenty-one.

I shrug. “I was raised by a grandpa, so maybe that means something.”

She chuckles. “I understand. I was drinking with my family by the time I was fifteen, so straight tequila in a glass doesn’t hurt anymore.”

I laugh but on the inside I’m slightly alarmed. “And how does that work? Were you not supervised?”

“Oh no, I was. It’s common in Mexican culture for people to start drinking at a young age. Many Mexican parents would rather you drink with them than with people you don’t completely trust, or haven’t known for a long time. At least that’s the case for me and some of my friends,” she says.

I nod. “I was worried for a second.”

She leans into me and gently shoves my shoulder. “I take you never drunk with your old man?”

“Not until I was nineteen,” I reply. “He knew I would drink but it wasn’t until I was nineteen that we finally shared our first drink together.”

Gabby hums. “Good to know.” I nod. She glances around the room–at the bartender, who heard her say she’s been drinking since she was fifteen, and at the new set of people shuffling in for the DJ that's performing later. She then looks back at me and smiles. “You know Dina.”

I nod. “We’re in a band together.”

Her cheeks turn cherry red and she shrinks. “Yeah, yeah, of course. I know but I didn’t know-know that you were best friends. Sort of thought you hired her. She never speaks about you during American Lit–not even the band.”

I shrug. I know Dina separates singing and playing for my small band from the rest of her life. She believes playing in a band is different than anything else she has done, and wants to keep the rest of her cheerful duties apart. I don’t blame her for it, it’s her choice.

“I don’t mind her being quiet about it,” I say. “And I didn’t hire her, she’s just been my friend since high school and I begged her to play in a band with me. But…” I dig my nails into my neck to keep the nervousness at bay, but it fails. I feel like a jerk for making her blush and shrink down into her seat. “I didn’t mean to come off as an asshole. I promise I’m not, I just don’t know how to make conversation off the stage. I’m actually a nervous wreck right now.”

Gabby raises an eyebrow at me and lowers it when she sees something on my face. She leans in and I swallow down the bile threatening to spill out of me. Her chest is close to my face and I try not to say or do anything. She wipes my forehead with a napkin that magically appeared in her hand, and sits back down into her chair.

“I can tell,” she says. “But it’s alright, I’m not judging you. Don’t be a nervous wreck.”

“Easier said than done,” I murmur.

“I wouldn’t take you as the nervous person when speaking to girls. Sort of thought you’d be bold, confident. Not scared of judgment. But it does feel good to know you get just as nervous as other people–like me.”

I scoff. “You’re nervous right now?”

It’s hard to believe her thoughts racing just like mine are right now. She leaned towards me, removed the sheen of sweat coating my forehead, therefore she must have smelled me just like I’d done; and during that, her nerves were wrapping around her throat and choking her. Maybe she’s the type to tuck away her anxiety and flirt with whoever’s on her mind.

She nods. She holds out her hands, trying to steady them. They shake about but she forms them into fists before I can sandwich them between my hands. She places her hands between her thighs and smiles up at me as if she isn’t dying in front of me. “I don’t usually talk to people, I’m the friend who stays in. But I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see you perform.”

“And talk to me,” I add.

“Yeah,” she says, shining her bright smile at me. She has nice teeth: strikingly white, teeth aligned as if she had braces, but crooked enough to know that she never had them. A few imperfections scatter across her cheeks, but nothing about it pushes me away. “My friend told me to come talk to you. She said I’ll never know what you’re like unless I talk to you. And I’ve wanted to know what you’re like since… well since you started making music.”

I tuck my lips into my mouth to hide my smile, but as I say, “A loyal fan, thank you,” it spills over and pulls my lips up to my hairline.

“I heard you went to my university, and when I checked you out I sort of fell in love with all of your songs. And you wrote them all, too,” she rants, telling me about how amazed she is that I wrote all of my music, especially since many musicians don’t do that anymore. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but sometimes you can tell, you know? Because imagine if… Snoop Dogg was writing music for Phoebe Bridgers. Would never happen but imagine how strange that would sound. She was made to write sad music for sad bitches.”

I cackle. I down the rest of my drink and push it aside. The bartender casts me a look, non-verbally asking if I want another round, but I shake my head. If Gabby won’t drink–or can’t, in this case, now that the bartender knows her secret–I won’t, either.

I swivel my body so she gains my full attention and say, “If Snoop Dogg wrote music for me I’d end up trying to rap it while playing the acoustic guitar and end up with a mess. I’m thankful he doesn’t even know who I am nor would want to write music for me.”

“I think you’re a great writer,” she says, in a tone of voice that has my entire body sweating through my clothes. Venues are typically hot, scorching at times, but right now it’s freezing. Therefore I can’t blame it on the room, only myself and my scorching nerves. She’s only complimenting me and I’m already melting. I sarcastically roll my eyes. She places a hand on my thigh. “I’m serious! You make me cry all the time.”

My hands resting on the bar counter itch to touch her, and if I don’t, I might thrash my head against the dressing room wall once she leaves. So, I slowly place my right hand over the one that rests on my clothed skin. “I don’t try to make people cry. Especially pretty girls. Unless we’re in a completely different setting.”

Her cheeks fill with crimson blood and she drops her head, forcing her long black hair into her face. I lower my head to her level and smirk at the way my words affected her. “What?” I whisper. “What’d I say?”

She lifts her head and runs her tongue along her teeth. “You’re…” She pauses. Then groans. “The word left my brain. I want to say that you’re a good flirt. I know what you meant when you said you only want to make girls cry in a different setting.”

“Dina tells me you take American Lit and are a complete genius in it. I knew you could piece little context clues together.”

Her hand rubs along my thigh and my knee, pulling my hand along with her. She rubs her thumb along my knee and I feel my boxers become damp. “AM Lit is more so about the history of literature, about authors and race and identity. But to understand whatever the hell they talk about in the 1800’s, you have to be good with context clues and figurative language, so I take your compliment.”

“You’re a smart girl,” I tell her.

“I have to be,” she answers.

My eyebrows slam into one another and my face falls into a look of confusion. “What do you mean?” I ask her.

“I’m a Mexican  immigrant,” she begins. “My parents and I crossed the border eleven years ago for a better life. I was put into English school immediately so I could catch up with everything I lacked in Mexico and by the time I was eleven, I knew enough English to help my parents with paperwork, with translating, with paying bills and all the things an eleven year old shouldn’t have been worrying about. If I didn’t know something, I was dumb, because how is it that I went to school in America but I didn’t know what eleven times twelve was. So I worked my ass off–I had to be a genius, because I fought hard to be here, to become an American citizen. Being stupid was no option.”

I remove my hand from hers and instead sandwich her hands between mine. “I don’t know what to say,” I tell her. “I didn’t have to worry about anything as much as you did, but I do find you fearless now that I know your story. I feel bad that you couldn’t have a long childhood but… I do think you ended up pretty fucking awesome.”

She chuckles. “I’m sorry for dropping all of that information about me. I don’t blame you for not knowing what to say. I probably should have answered a little differently.”

I shook my head. “No, it’s okay. I just suck at responding to life stories so I’m trying to express that I am sorry for you having to go through that and I’m sorry that I can’t relate to you–”

“No, no, no it’s okay. I am beyond happy that you can’t relate. It means you had time to be a child. I’m grateful for my hardworking parents and the chance to live here but I wouldn’t wish my rough childhood on anyone. I wish I didn’t have to translate and fill out paperwork and essentially be my parents-parents,” she says with a laugh at the end. “Trust me, you are happy you can’t relate.”

“Okay,” I whisper. A wave of silence washes over us and we both must feel someone staring at us, because we turn our heads and look at the bartender glaring at us. His eyebrows are caving into the tip of his nose by how furrowed they are, and he’s frozen in place. “What?” I shout.

“Ellie,” Gabby hisses, grasping my cheek and pulling me away from the man. She laughs when she looks at me, and I slowly double over, clasping my mouth to get the noise to go back into my stomach. “Oh my god,” she laughs, “He probably heard me trauma-dumping and– Oh that’s embarrassing.”

I slowly pull away and sit up with a steady face and no ounce of a laugh rumbling in my stomach. “I don’t care, old dudes bring their sugar babies here and say the crudest shit ever. But now that someone is talking about their pretty fuckin’ interesting story, they wanna give people an onset stare. Not even a bit of a side eye thing, just staring us straight down. What a jerk.”

She rubs my thigh and leans in. She props her arm beside her head and sets the side of her face on her hand. “People give me looks like that all the time.”

“Well now that I know you, let me know when someone is being a racist asshole and I’ll fuck them up for you.”

She rolls her eyes. “I don’t need your help, Ellie Williams. I have had my own back since I was a kid. But if I do run into any issues, I’ll text you.”

“Even if you don’t need me to fight anyone, you can text me.”

She grins, showing her perfect teeth. She nods and pulls her hand off her face, instead reaching over to me and pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. Her fingertips linger on my ear, and then run over my shoulders and chin. She places the pad of her thumb on my bottom lip and stares at my mouth like she might just bite my lips off. “We haven’t had a conversation for long but I do already want to kiss you.”

“Have you been wanting to since I started making music?” I ask, to be funny, but we don’t laugh, we just stare at one another’s mouths.

She shrugs. “When I started listening to your music I was talking to someone. But they ended up being a homophobic asshole who turned me 100% gay. And then you came out with your sad album in October and you looked very sexy in your heartbreak-pink suit and I kind of wanted to kiss the frown off your face.”

I begin leaning into her. I grab the bottom of her stool and pull her in. A sound between a yelp and a ‘no’ draws out of her mouth but I don’t fully pay attention. She now places her hands on my chest and I push her hair out of her face.

She slaps my shoulders and says, “Do not do that!”

“Do what?”

“Pull me in!”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she whispers.

I scoff. “How would you hurt me?”

She swallows the rock lodged in her throat and looks to the bartender, then back at me. “I’m too heavy. I’ll like… pull your arm out of your socket.”

I roll my eyes and plant my lips on hers. I kiss her softly. “My arm is fine,” I say between plush kisses. “And you’re not too heavy. If I thought I couldn’t, I wouldn’t have pulled you in.”

“Ellie…” she draws out. “Still…”

I hush her and pull away. I comb her curled hair away again and smile at her perfectly red cheeks and lips. “Have I told you that I don’t care if you complain about your weight affecting me?”

“Hm?”

“I’d die in your fucking thighs if I could. You could crush me and I’d say thank you. So enough about you hurting me with your body,” I say. “I want you to hurt me.”

“So I’m your type?” she asks seductively.

“Fuck yes,” I hoarsely breathe out, and slam my lips back onto hers.

[small-world-au]

This is the OC fairy 🌼🧚‍♀️ When you get this in your ask box, please tell us three facts or trivia about one of your OCs, then pass it on to someone else 🩷 Let's learn about each other's OCs! 💛💐 (no pressure to do this if you'd rather not!)

Am gonna do Sora, Rowan, and Gabriela for dis one :3

Sora

He’s a cavetown kinnie 🤩🤩🤩

His favorite color is Sage green. ;3

He has old self-harm scars on BOTH his wrists (why do you think he’s ALWAYS drawn with LONG sleeves???)

Rowan

Their secretly goth, she likes them paranormal shit. :333

She’s ACTUALLY topknot in his criminal psychology class.

Rowan was ORIGINALLY going to take Sora and Dessie home. But he let Sora stay with the scraps so he can find Stone.

Gabriela

She was once a young scrap who rose to the top to stardom when she sang in a talent show (she snuck in, btw).

She wanted to open a bakery someday!

She met one of the scraps (Charlie) during one of her shows.

That’s all for now! Thank you for the ask, dear! :333

[barovianbitches]

Yvan Canagan Zamfir-Alvanja

art by @tt-vision

Full Name: Yvan Canagan Zamfir-Alvanja

Age: 25

Birthday: August 16

Zodiac: Leo

Myers Brigs: Protagonist, ENFJ-A

Race: Human

Height: 6’7.5”

Weight: 275lbs. What, if you are hauling casks of wine and beautiful people around, you have to have the muscle to show for it!

Looks: A strikingly handsome man with features cut from stone. He is a pillar of muscle and strength. His body is covered in scars from being attacked by a mob some years ago, as well as tattoos dotting his form.

Hair: Impossibly long brown-black hair. He has 3B hair when worn naturally, but for the sake of styling he keeps his hair in locs over the course of the winter to keep the maintenance of detangling down.

Eyes: A purple that seems to shift colors in the light. In the sun, they appear lilac. But in the dark stormy climate of Barovia, they take on deeper tone.

Class: Fighter, Whipmaster

Parents:

Ladinus Velvela (bio father) (unknown). Ladinus is Yvan’s birth father. He is not of Vistani heritage, and very little is known about him. He hails from the far Northwest region of Barovia. His current whereabouts are unknown.

Catalina Zamfir (bio mother) (✝ deceased). Catalina was a Vistana woman and Yvan’s birth mother, though he never knew her due to her passing when he was born. It is her family that took him in when Ladinus cast him out.

Margereta Zamfir-Ardelean (bio aunt/adoptive mother) (alive). Margereta is Catalina’s eldest sister, a bright and happy soul and the diamond of her clan. She has six children besides Yvan, so when Ladinus approached her about the care of Yvan, she was happy to take him in.

Anton Zamfir-Ardelean (uncle by marriage/adoptive father) (alive). Anton is the husband to Margereta and father to her children. He is a man of few words and proves his love through action. Family is everything to this man. He cares deeply for Yvan and curses Yvan’s father for abandoning his boy.

Siblings: Yvan has no biological siblings, as he is the one and only child of both Ladinus and Catalina. However, he has many cousins. Margereta’s children are the closest thing he has to siblings. He is the fourth oldest of her flock.

Sofia Zamfir-Ardelean, 27. The eldest daughter, she still lives with Margereta and Anton along with her husband Emil. They have a daughter and she is currently pregnant with her second child.

Gabriela Zamfir-Ardelean, 27. Gabriela is Sofia’s twin sister. She left her home clan to marry her longtime lover Lulia in another clan. She has become a wonderful weaver and artisan alongside her wife who raises sheep.

Stefan Zamfir-Ardelean, 26. The third child of Margereta and Anton, he is a a quiet young man and enjoys scholarly activities. He no longer lives in Barovia, instead having found his calling in Daggerford where he owns a bookstore and a large maine coon cat named Gyb. The clan visits him every time they travel beyond the mists.

Andrei Zamfir-Ardelean, 23. A spirited boy, Andrei dreams of glory as a warrior for the Untamed clan under the guidance of Vasile Cel Tradat. He practices sword fighting with a rapier a family member in Yester Hill forged for him.

Cezar Zamfir-Ardelean, 21. The second youngest of the children, Cezar is a sensitive and outgoing boy who is as practical as they come. He is a family man like his father, and currently head over heels for a girl from another clan by the name of Martzia. She does not return his affections, despite his grand displays of affection.

Camelia Zamfir-Ardelean, 18. Sweet, little Camelia. She is the apple of her mother’s eye and the kindest soul to grace Barovia. She is quiet and shy, but loves reading like her older brother Stefan. One day, she hopes to join him in his shop and apprentice as a book binder.

Heritage: Yvan hails from his mother’s Vistani clan of the Starseekers. His father, though, is not Vistana. The union of Catalina and Ladinus was a controversial one, as Catalina’s family feared for her safety in the hands of this outsider without an origin. Still, she was wooed by him, and soon they married and she became pregnant with Yvan. The pregnancy was a difficult one, and her clan did all they could to keep her comfortable despite Ladinus insisting that he take her somewhere else for care. The clan refused, already not trusting him with Catalina. She ended up passing, to which Ladinus left in the night with Yvan. For many years Yvan was raised away from his mother’s clan, much to their dismay. They never gave up searching for him. While in the care of Ladinus, he learned the ways of the land. How to track, to hunt, to survive. Though it soon became clear that Yvan was not the type for this way of life in such solitude. Ladinus soon gave up, approaching Margereta and Anton to take their nephew as their own. They obliged, overjoyed with his return to his mother’s clan. Ladinus left that night, and Yvan has not seen him since.

Religion: Yvan follows the way of the Fates and the Great Tapestry, the core Vistani belief system. It is a laidback lifestyle, involving the acknowledgement that your story is being woven as it is told and their is no predetermined path or true “destiny”.

Hobbies: Yvan thoroughly enjoys all of the arts. Having travelled for such a long time, he has had the chance to immerse himself in activities of many cultures. He loves music and poetry, and has a good set of pipes on him. He sings on the low end of bass, but gets shy so normally he will only hum along to music. (Example Here) Even then, his voice could resonate and break open boulders. He also adores storytelling, he likes to share stories around a fire with his friends and family. He gets REALLY into it.

Likes: Animals (dogs especially, like his cane corso Boris), wine and mead, teaching new skills to others, the smell of ozone as a storm rolls in, the feeling of rain on his skin, exploring ancient places, comfortable silence shared between (lovers) friends, incense, PDA, a cool swim in a river or lake.

Dislikes: The ocean, closed spaces, funerals, shirts (clothing in general. If he could be a nudist, he would), sitting still for too long, and places with a hot climate/high humidity.

Strengths: Physically, he is extremely capable. He can hoist just about anything over his shoulder, including barrels, hay bales, and particularly cute bards (if they consent of course). He is fiercely loyal to his family and friends. He’d much rather die than cut a deal with a devil. Yvan is also very level-headed and is able to keep his emotions on an even keel, he can remain calm in even the most dire of situations.

Weaknesses: Though he says he likes to forgive and forget, he has a tendency to hold grudges. He is EXTREMELY slow to anger, so once someone pushes him over the edge or breaks his trust there is very little one can do to go back on it. However, he is empathetic and merciful to a fault. When he was attacked by the mob, he implored Constantin to not hurt them, as the villagers were clouded by their prejudice and didn’t understand. He also seems to have a particular weakness to the Dragonborn of the party. In recent events, he had to keep his cool when said Dragonborn was threatened. Usually he doesn’t feel so compelled to violence, but his instincts took over for that moment. Who knows, perhaps it’ll become more of a common occurrence..

Goals: To find his person he is going to live for. While he is perfectly happy and healed alone, he lives to serve and his happiness comes from the overall content of those around him. If there is anything he can do to help, he’ll do it.

Character Background/Lore: Of Snow and Song Vuk & Voron

[beardedmrbean]

Records show Boston Mayor Michelle Wu dipped into her $1.4 million campaign war chest to pay for last year’s controversial “electeds of color” holiday party, but did not use taxpayer funds as previously speculated and initially considered.

A series of emails, obtained by the Herald via a public records request, show that while city officials from the mayor’s administration were responsible for planning an exclusive holiday party hosted by Wu at the city-owned Parkman House, the event was ultimately paid out of her campaign coffers — which continue to grow given her prior remarks that it is “very” likely she will seek a second term.

While city funds were not ultimately used, the emails reveal that was not always the chosen case, with the mayor’s intergovernmental relations department — which sent the mistaken email invite to white city councilors that went viral after it was first reported by the Herald — initially set to pick up the tab.

“For the electeds of color party on 12/13, we’re expecting 20-25 people,” Ellen Quinn, the mayor’s director of state relations for the intergovernmental relations department, wrote on Nov. 16.

“I checked with Miriam in our office and IGR can pay for the food for that party, IGR can handle the electeds invites for both 12/13 and 12/14, but confirming that we don’t have to actually do any of the food ordering.”

Ultimately however, the city’s IGR department did not pay for the food.

Emails between city officials indicated that food from a Chinatown restaurant would be purchased for the event, but it’s unclear whether that was the case as there were no relevant campaign expenditures in November, when planning began, and December, the month the party took place.

A spokesperson for the mayor, however, confirmed that campaign funds were used for the electeds of color party.

The mayor’s campaign coffers list a number of holiday party-related campaign expenditures, totaling more than $17,000, including $3,334 on Nov. 16 for Gourmet Caterers, which city officials described as being booked for two separate events in emails discussing the electeds of color and the general holiday party that is open to all city and state officials.

The Herald previously reported that the Attorney General’s office had received four complaints for the Dec. 13 bash that disinvited white councilors by email, but deemed that it did not appear to violate the public accommodation law — which prohibits discrimination in public places — since it was not open to the public.

While not in apparent violation of any laws, a look at 560 pages of internal emails provided to the Herald shed light on the firestorm the exclusive holiday party created, both locally and on the national level.

After news of the event broke on Dec. 12, the mayor’s press office was bombed not only with media requests, but with criticism of what some members of the community perceived as the mayor’s decision to hold a divisive, racist party, including some feedback that directed racist remarks at the mayor.

“Obviously Michelle Wu is a flaming racist,” one anonymous 311 report read. “Maybe she should just go back to China. We do not need her kind here.”

Another unnamed 311 report used derogatory terms for the mayor’s Asian heritage.

The emails also show that the mistaken email sent by Wu’s director of City Council Relations Denise DosSantos, to all city councilors, prompting her to apologize for having to rescind the white member invites, was apparently meant to be a reminder to councilors of color, given that initial invites went out to the relevant city and state elected officials of color on Nov. 21 and 22, respectively.

The invites to councilors of color included Gabriela Coletta, who has some Mexican heritage but was initially thought to be among the seven white councilors not invited, and were sent after an email clarifying that the mayor wanted to also include then Councilors-elect Enrique Pepén and Henry Santana.

Critical emails also went out to councilors quoted in the Herald story, including now Council Vice President Brian Worrell, a black member of the body who defended the party at the time as an annual event that makes space “for all kinds of specific groups” in city government.

“I saw your comments regarding Mayor Wu’s party and felt the need to remind you that there is no home for racism in Boston,” a Dec. 13 email from John Campbell read. “Hosting a party where one group is excluded solely based on the color of their race is the textbook definition of racism.”

Resident Tom Perkins chose to direct his ire at Councilor-at-Large Ruthzee Louijeune, now the body’s president, who was among those defending the party, stating that she had made former Councilor Frank Baker, who is white and called the event divisive, “look like a voice of reason, which isn’t easy to do.”

“There was a time,” Perkins wrote, “when a bunch of the at-large councilors only seemed to care about Southie and West Roxbury. And where are we now? The colors have changed but the parochial, divisive, exclusionary and fundamentally race-based approach to governance remains.

“This isn’t progress.”

[grogusmum]

Hi 👋🏻 For the Pedro Party!!

(since i have zero talent :p) im just randomly popping into inboxes of some of the people from the Pedro fandom that i really admire to leave some love. Here: 🖤🖤

And also?? Will you tell me your fav 3 pedro characters and why? (Careful this will have a follow up question :p)

( @ravensmadreads )

Raven!! I am holding this love 🖤🖤 close to my heart (which, as everyone knows, is green)

Pick 3 p-boy favs?? Oof

Din is my main man. I mean, I am grogu's mum, after all. I love Din because he shows himself to be honorable, trustworthy, and always striving to meet the highest ideals of what it is to be Mandalorian. I love that he goes around making friends with people whom he will do anything for and visa versa. He is sensitive to other cultures, and he won't stand for appropriation. While not above making mistakes, he trips my competency kink. He fell in love with a little green baby.

Javi G, come on, he is our Sunshine Man!! Javi is so passionate in his love of film (and Nick Cage) and his secret love affair with Gabriela. He is also One of Us and I lljustnl9ve him for his nerdie self!

And now the hard part: picking number three... I mean, there is Frankie and Pero... Oberyn! Ugh...

But it's got to be the man a made into a selkie-

Our scoundrel poet, Ezra! Why? Well, first off, you know a lot about a man by the way he treats a teenage girl. Even in these circumstances, Ezra passes with flying colors. Second, when the man laments the losing of his arm, his "primary weapon" - "no job too gritty, not love too intimidating" - NO LOVE TOO INTIMIDATING I mean, what the actual hell, sir?? Do you think you can just say this and not make me swoon???

Thanks for this ask (and I am happy to get follow-up questions!) 💚

[positivexcellence]

The Western is Back: Jared Padalecki Talks Walker Independence

“Seamus [Kevin Fahy] and Anna [Fricke] had the Western idea,” explains Padalecki of the show’s origins. “Seamus really spearheaded that. I think with westerns, and genre stories in general there’s a bit more freedom. You know, I worked on a show for 15 years that was a sci-fi genre, and I think there’s a bit more freedom in telling a genre show. You see this resurgence of superhero shows and thrillers and sci-fi, and now westerns. I think there’s some freedom that the actors and the writers are afforded. If you were to write some scenes like we have in windy that take place in 2022, people would be be like, ‘Nah, this is BS!’ and change the channel.”

 “The old west wasn’t necessarily comfortable. It wasn’t conducive to comfort. And so there’s something about seeing characters in an unfamiliar situation persevere, and work to keep finding out who they are. Genre shows specifically have a broader palette with which to play from. And so the Western is making a resurgence, and I think that’s wonderful.” Walker Independence, or Windy, as the crew and the internet have dubbed it, follows McNamara’s Abby Walker, a young woman who comes out west with her husband to seek out a new life in the town of Independence, where her husband will take on the role of sheriff. However, when Abby’s husband’s is gunned down before her eyes and her husband’s shoes are promptly filled by the deeply untrustworthy new sheriff Tom Davidson (Greg Hovanessian), Abby is forced to reach out to the townsfolk of Independence for assistance.

 A colorful cast of characters that will no doubt feel familiar to fans of the Western genre include Matt Barr’s Hoyt Rawlins (ancestor to the character Barr played on Walker), forthright burlesque dancer Kate Carver (Katie Findlay), sympathetic Apache warrior Calian (Justin Johnson Cortez), and gentle Chinese immigrant Kai (Lawrence Kao). Together Abby, Hoyt and Calian uncover a shocking truth that goes far beyond the identity of Abby’s husband’s killer and soon pulls the honorable town Deputy Gus (Philemon Chambers), and the local rancher’s daughter Lucia (Gabriela Quezada) into the fray. 

In casting for these larger than life, yet familiar-feeling characters, Padalecki feels the production struck gold. 

“Something that really struck me during the casting process was the writers. Not only do they do they create the road trip, saying ‘Hey, you need to go from point A to point B,’ but they create the roadmap that it’s on in the first place. And so, you get some actors and actresses that come in, and they get from point A to point B. Then you see somebody else come in, and they go in a direction that you weren’t really expecting, and get to point B faster, or more efficiently, or better, or more emotionally. And so I think, to a person with our cast, they came in, and they were the character. I’ve never heard of a show that got every number one pick. Somebody always has a conflict or you know, they’re still tied into another show they’re guest-starring on or something. But each and every single person, once we were watching all the videos, were like, ‘Oh, that person is already that person. I didn’t even see that.’ I think Seamus and Anna and the rest of the gang felt the same.

 Eagle-eyed fans of Walker will note that Walker’s friend Hoyt, who died on the series, now lives again, perhaps cheekily, as Hoyt’s larger than life ancestor in Walker Independence. Barr, who was also present during our interview described Windy’s Hoyt as follows: 

“Yeah, you know, I always thought of the modern day Hoyt like a golden retriever with an unloaded gun. And 1800’s Hoyt is maybe like a like a German Shepherd. He’s nice until you cross him, and then he’s gonna bite. He’s more dangerous. I think in the Wild West, you kind of had to be to survive. So I wanted to see that sort of DNA in him. But I also liked the idea that you can’t really outrun your fate. And so there was that consistent kind of recklessness in the Rawlins DNA that just, you know, as we meet Hoyt 150 years later, he’s still trying to figure things out and get in his own way. And they’re equally charming right?” Padalecki notes that there will be “some really great Easter eggs” ahead for Hoyt fans “as part of the dialogue that Seamus threw in there that we can’t wait for the audience to see as they air, especially our crossover audience. I think I think Matt is doing a great job of gently dancing around it,” he notes. “But there’s certainly a nod to the OG Hoyt or the I guess it would be the new gangster? The old gangster? [addressing Matt] I guess you’re the OG now!”

Another face that CW fans may recognise in the premiere episode and beyond is Supernatural’s Mark Shepard, who plays Hagan, the town’s unscrupulous hotel owner. Is there room on the call sheet for more CW fan favorites? We asked Padalecki what he’s most keen for audiences to see when Windy hits the air. “I think it’s the interplay,” says Padalecki. “That interplay between the cast. The storylines are incredible. A lot of journalists and the cast and other producers that are here know already that TV is a giant machine. Making a TV episode is hundreds of people over weeks and or months, long days and long nights, to bring you 42 minutes, every week if we can. And so sometimes you have to just have somebody there to get the job done. You know, there’s somebody who might go, ‘They went that way!’ Here on this show, every single character could have their own show. No one’s there just to progress the storyline. They’re all exciting, and intriguing. Their interplay with each other is different. They’re not just this person every single time. If they’re talking to this character from the town, they have this relationship, and then it’s very obvious what the relationship is with that person, and so on and so forth. And so I’ve really enjoyed that. You know, I see the scripts, obviously, before they get filmed, but getting to watch some dailies and some of the earlier cuts of the episode, I’ve been like, I didn’t I didn’t think of that. How do they figure it out? So Bravo all around from top to bottom.” TV Pulse

[xhauntedchaos]

APPS.

is that tyler lockwood  on bourbon street ? the 45/49 year old werewolf who stay in the bayou ? i heard they are married to gabriela chavez. they are notoriously known for being inventive and undeviating but also cantankerous and impetuous. which is probably why they are considered the lockwolf around town. i wonder if they had their tarot cards reading, yet? either way, the cards on the table will reveal their fate soon enough.

QUOTE.

"and i'll choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, i'd find you and, i'd choose you." tyler lockwood

AESTHETIC.

army green jacket, amber gold hues, morning dew seems sweeter with you, our scars tell a story, smudge dirt on denim jeans , secrets hidden on pages

GENERAL DETAILS.

full name — tyler lockwood. / name meaning — builder; doorkeeper. / nickname — ty . / age — forty-four. / gender — cis male. / pronouns — he/him. / species — werewolf. / neighborhood — bayou. / occupation — investigator assistant, and a proud owner of a bed and breakfast in the bayou.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

face claim — michael trevino. / hair color and length — dark brown, short length. / hair style — click. / eye color — brown. / height — 6′ 0″ (183 cm). / tattoos — n/a. / piercings — n/a. / clothing style — form fitting t shirts, button down - collard shirts, warm fleece army green pocket jacket - click, , brown leather watch - click, wedding band - click, boots or sneakers.

PERSONILTY

label — the lockwolf. / positive traits — inventive, undeviating. / negative traits — cantankerous, impetuous. / zodiac sign — aquarius. / tarot card — the chariot. / moral alignment — neutral good.

FAMILY.

father — charles lockwood. / mother — carol lockwood. / sibling(s) — none; uncle(s) — mason lockwood./ wife - gabriela rosza./ children(s) open./ extended family — click.

BACKGROUND.

tyler left mystic falls after the death of liv parker.

while tyler taught new werewolves how to embrace their werewolf side, it resulted in him embracing his calling.

tyler eventually started his own pack again, as he tried to find purpose to the gift he was given. yet, he still had nightmares about the wedding.

tyler later met gabriela who he thought was beautiful. he was drawn to her instantly, and more so he was amused by her brutal honesty, which he found refreshing and rare, and not too long later he proposed.

later his leadership was questioned and even challenged when one of the members showed their indifference of following a leader who would marry a demon.

challenged, they fought and tyler won. after his victory he told his pack that he would still step down if they wanted him to;; and told his pack that if they didn't accept her, that meant that they didn't accept him.

his pack voted amongst each other, and agreed to keep tyler as their leader.

later tyler married gabriela rosza in the forest - click , among his pack, family and friends, and soon started their family having four kids.

tyler often traveled to find other packs; and find new healing and teaching methods before he settled down in the bayous and started a bed and breakfast, called mansion madison. the name of the bed and breakfast was named after his daughter. the bed and breakfast was meant to help traveling werewolf.

tyler lived a happily married life with his family, and created a great community amongst his people.

tyler develop an unlikely relationship with a new orleans city cop, during a hunt when wyatt was the hunter and tyler was the hunted. after being shot in his werewolf state, tyler turned back into a human, and wyatt's life was never the same.

after developing a friendship wyatt calls on tyler sometimes to help him with missing person cases, since he knows about tyler's heightened senses.

everything had fit into place for tyler, until one day his kid triggered their curse, and transformed through fire. their body burning from the inside out before they transform into a wolf. tyler did not know that his species and his wife species combine would create something called a hellhound.

with this new development some of the new members are questioning his leadership, and there are rumors about over throwing him, as well as rumors spreading amongst the other pack but tyler is is more concerned about his kid, to see the trouble that lies ahead.

MUN.

cyn, them/they. estd

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hii this is like an hour late but shhh i just found your account so ye i got questions if you wanna answer them

what animes do you watch/like? (besides trigun lol) any all time favourites or underrated shows?

what sort of music do you listen to?

when was the last time you had food from a food truck?

do you wear socks when you sleep? (this is an endless topic of debate between my friends)

favourite anime characters?

which do you like more: pink or purple (you have free reign over the shades)

least favourite colour?

if you've ever travelled out of country, how many countries have you been to?

if you could be isekai'd into any fictional world, which one would you like to be in?

thank you for sending me questions! i had a weird day so i'm deep in the sillyzone

Anime: I absolutely adore Revolutionary Girl Utena. Holy shit. If you're at all into the parts of trigun that are a survivor narrative I'd recommend this, (I also just recommend it in general) but look up the content warnings because they're not fucking around. Some of the most tremendous catharsis and hands down the best writing of trauma, abuse, and the queer experience I've ever seen. I also like Cowboy Bebop, Fullmetal Alchemist, and Princess Mononoke. TBH I haven't watched a lot of anime recently.

Music: oh god my music taste is all over the place. No seriously. I listen to classic rock bc that's what I was raised on, and classical/orchestral bc i was in orchestra for (checks calendar) oh fuck ten years. I like...idk folk rock? Like the Crane Wives? But also Janelle Monae? And lately I've needed to deep fry my brain to electronica, and I like this one group called "The Lyre Ensemble" who recreated ancient Sumerian hymns, they're pretty cool. Also "Tinariwen", check them out. Punk?? Shit with drums? Have you heard of "Afro Celt Sound System"? "Rodrigo y Gabriela"? IDK keep asking me and I can be more in depth

Food truck: oh it's been way too long. I think it was last year. Not as many food trucks around me as I'd like, but lots of kickass stripmall food.

Socks: i didnt used to, bc I get very hot when I sleep, but i got metal in my leg and the laws of thermodynamics very much apply, so i need to keep my ankle insulated or it hurts like hell

fav anime characters: apart from the trigun characters i post about constantly? uhhhh utena tenjou, edward elric, winry rockbell, Nausicaa, Ayanami Rei (telling on myself here)

Pink or purple: it's hard to find a good purple, so i end up wearing/using more pink, but i think i have to go with a deep, rich purple. not reddish

least favorite color: is "greige" cheating? i think it depends on the context, but i don't like salmon or mustard mostly bc i can't wear them without looking like a corpse

traveling: not including the US, I've been to 14 countries. done a lot of moving

isekai'd: aauoouaoua ok i think about worldbuilding and the day to day living a lot, and i read a lot of stuff with broken as shit worlds, so most would suck and I'd die immediately. Maybe Land of the Lustrous? It's so far in the future, I'd love to see how things have changed and evolved, and I think I'd like to talk to the gems.

Thank youuuu this was fun! Sillies

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Weekly Fashion News Report

Peter Hawkings, new creator diretor of Tom Ford will debut his first collection, the Spring 2024 Womenswear Colletion, during Milan Fashion Week in September. (WWD)

With a Y2K touch, Heaven by Marc Jacobs and Blumarine partnered on a capsule collection of 11 pieces including apparel, footwear and acessories. (Hypebeast)

Photography by Petra Collins

After 3 years, Gabriela Hearst will be leaving Chloe. Her last show is scheduled for September 28. The brand hasn't name any sucessor yet (WWD)

Tennis player Jannik Sinner breaks the rules at Wimbledon by wearing a Gucci bag on court. Could this be another partnership among fashion brands and athletes? (The Guardian)

Photography by Getty Images

Melissa and Telfar join in a new collaborative collection. It's inclued 3 sizes of the classic Telfar Shopping bag and slide sandals all in the same color and material such as Melflex, commonly use by Melissa (Highsnobiety)

Photography by Telfar

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Tag someone you want to get to know better.

I was tagged by @suseagull04 and @heybuddy-drabbles Thank you!

Favorite color: Blue! All the blues!

Last movie: Cinema was Barbie, otherwise it was Red, White and Royal Blue

Last song: Hay Cosas - Daniel, Me Estás Matando

Currently watching: Nothing, I occupy all of my time with fanfiction these days

Other stuff I watched this year: Young Royals, Heartstopper, Shadow and Bone, Given, all of them I loved.

Shows I didn't finish: Hawkeye, I started watching it and then i forgot??? and I was rewatching ATLA but I didn't finish it, someday, someday

Currently reading: Oh boy, I have 6 books in my currently reading, so:

The Lightning Thief- Rick Riordan (both for tv series and fic purposes)

Loveless - Alice Oseman

I Hear The Sunspot Vol.2 -Yuki Fumino

Like this Afternoon Forever- Jaime Manrique

The Sun and The Void - Gabriela Romero Lacruz

and Cada Seis Meses - Clara Duarte

They are all there for different reasons and I refuse to dnf them

Currently listening to: I have been listening to my ~aesthethic~ Spanish playlist a lot so Esteman, Daniel, Me Estás Matando, Julieta Venegas, Silvana Estrada, so on.

Currently working on: Bear with me, I am a multitasker, 2 FPW prompts, Figure Skating AU, a fest for AFTG and PJO collaborative AU with Rhys and Beas

Current obsession: As if it wasn't extremely noticeable, RWRB

No-pressure tagging @14carrotghoul @raysletters @userd0esn0texist @mudbloodpotter05