#lea garcia

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[filmswithoutfaces]

One Fine Morning (Un Beau Matin) 2022 | Mia Hansen-Løve

[alotofpockets]

Woso Hugs Appreciation

Request a player | with @totaly-obsessed

[mthguy]

The best opening of an EMMY Awards ever!!

Jimmy Fallon, the cast of Glee, Tina Fey and a bunch of surprise guests bring down the house in this fantastic opening of the 62nd Emmy Awards in 2010.

[okimargarvez]

Door phone

My favorite ships in one building.

101- John JD Dorian & Elliot Reid (Scrubs)

201- Luke Alvez & Penelope Garcia (Criminal Minds)

102- Eddie Thomas & Raven Baxter (Raven)

202- Shaun Murphy & Lea Dilallo (The Good Doctor)

103- Ned Bigby & Jennifer Moze Mosely (Ned's Declassified School Survival Guide)

203- Anthony Dinozzo & Caitlin Todd (NCIS)

104- Ted Mosby & Robin Scherbatsky (How I Met Your Mother)

204- Eric Delko & Calleigh Duquesne (CSI: Miami)

105- Chad Cooper & Sonny Munroe (Sonny With A Chance)

205- Gil Grisson & Sara Sidle (CSI: Crime Scene Investigation)

106- Eli Joker & Ria Torres (Lie To Me)

206- Jim Clancy & Melinda Gordon (Ghost Whisperer)

107- Jack Parker & Amanda Bentley (Diagnosis Murder)

207- Max Miller & Naomi Clark (90210)

108- Matias Beltran & Patito Castro Diaz Rivarola (Patito Feo)

208- Derek Venturi & Casey McDonald (Life WIth Derek)

Other pic posts

Note: most of these ships are my favorite when I was little.

[night-loop]

Chibi's solo features

A short list of Chibi's features in other work:

Vanity Beach - The Knight Murders (2003)

Released 2003. Chibi sings lyrics that were later reworked for Looking Glass. This song was also remixed by The Birthday Massacre and released later in 2005 by Vanity Beach.

Jim Johnston - Hurt You (2009)

A song for WWE wrestler Katie Lea.

Kill Hannah - Mouth to Mouth (2009)

The Dreaming - Hole (feat. Jinxx) (2011)

Dean Garcia - All For You (2012)

Feat. Perry Pelonero And Chibi

Army of the Universe - Until the End (feat Chibi) (2013)

Aurelio Voltaire - Wake Up (From This Horrible Dream) (2014)

Chibi & Chris Nix - Photo Voltaire - Acoustic (2019)

A cover of Julien-K - Photo Voltaire. A video was also filmed for the song.

[snapsimplex]

aunty elena

✨🌸

[camyfilms]

UN BEAU MATIN 2022

You must never let people take pity on you. You must show that you're there, that you are a living person. Pity, forget that. Never accept pity.

[randomrichards]

ONE FINE MORNING:

Widowed translator

Seeks care for ailing father

Late husbands’s best friend

[quiet-night-sky-writers-blog]

Tú eres mi luz

*Tú eres mi luz - You are my light

Pairing: Santiago Garcia х disabled!fem!OC

Rating: 18+

Word count: 3.3k

Summary: with the help of his new friend, Santi finally meets the love of his life

Warnings: visually disabled original character; sexual content (oral f!receiving, protected p i v)

Author's note: written for the «Disability visibility» event, organized by talented writer and wonderful person @romanarose (@cosmic-kid-in-motion). Thank you so much for this lovely idea!

While doing research for writing this fic, I gathered a lot of information about the lives of people with a visual impairment nowadays. It's really impressive how many useful technologies exist that enable these people to live actively and be independent of others.

Although disability is scary and hard, it wasn't my goal to describe in detail the daily life or the illness of my character, this story is first and foremost about love, and I tried to make it light and tender, as Noa herself is.

So please enjoy the reading!🤍

Sunday morning turned out to be incredibly sunny. There literally wasn't a single cloud in the sky, which couldn't have been more gratifying since it had been raining for most of the past week. Santi leisurely strolled through the park, Viento trotted alongside, sticking out his tongue - the poor thing was a bit hot. The man was already thinking about taking him for a trim: with such a thick, shaggy hair his pet would obviously have a hard time in the summer.

Santi had gotten Viento, which means “Wind” in Spanish, a couple of weeks ago: a big mongrel dog with kind eyes he'd picked up from the local shelter. It had been a highly spontaneous decision - a desperate impulse during another bout of loneliness, but Santi didn't regret it one bit.

He hasn't been in a fulfilling relationship for three years now. Since he'd found out that his girlfriend, for whom he'd already bought an engagement ring, had been cheating on him for several months. Sometimes he felt as if he could never forget her haughty expression; she absolutely didn't look guilty, and obviously didn't feel that way - folding her arms across her chest and upturned her nose, she declared, that it was all Santi's fault, because he was always away on his duty and didn't pay her any attention at all.

About a year ago, he decided to start dating again. It wasn't hard for him to pick up someone, but it didn't go any further than a light fling. He really wanted to finally start a family, but none of these girls felt the way he wanted to feel about his future wife. He didn't see any of them as his future wife.

Time went by, and his life was still all about his work; he was absorbed in it, and it was beginning to border on an unhealthy obsession. Partly Santi understood this, but he did nothing to change it: he had nothing else to put his energy into. And he hated going back to his empty apartment where no one was waiting for him.

Until he got a dog.

Viento, although he was a big softie, was horribly ill-mannered: before being taken to the shelter, he had been a stray and had never lived in a family. In his new home he gnawed almost all the furniture, chewed up a fair half of his owner's shoes, regularly shit wherever he wanted, howled at night and constantly rummaged in the trash can, despite the fact that he was fed to the brim with the best dog food. Santi would have gone crazy with him if he hadn't loved the rascal with all his heart from the very first day.

It was pretty early for a weekend, so there were relatively few people in the park. Santi never let Viento off the leash, because he would probably scurry away in an instant to an unknown destination. Nearby was a spacious dog playground, and that was where they were headed now. Noticing that the shoelace of his right sneaker was dragging on the ground, the man crouched down to tie it; it was enough for him to lose his alertness for just a second, and the dog sprang forward with all his might, literally yanking the leash from his owner's hand. Santi fell to his knees, but, swearing, quickly jumped to his feet and chased after his pet.

Viento had no desire to return to his wandering life; he had a very specific goal - he was racing toward a girl sitting on a nearby bench, savoring an ice cream. When his huge, furry front paws plopped onto her lap, she shrieked in surprise and dropped the creamy treat to the ground. By the time Santi finally ran up, cursing his shitty knees, the dog had already munched his prey and was now petting himself to the stranger, who, to Santiago's amazement, was merrily laughing and scratching the dog behind the ears.

- Oh shit, please forgive me! - exhaled the man, picking up the leash, - I'm so sorry, it's my dog. Did he scare you a lot? I... I'll buy you a new ice cream.

- Nonsense! - the girl kept smiling, - it was unexpected, but I adore dogs. It's okay. He's so sweet! What's his name?

- Viento, - Santi, finally catching his breath after the run, didn't take his eyes off the girl. Now he noticed that, although her attention was focused on the dog, her gaze seemed to be directed nowhere. It took him a few seconds to realize.

- Wind! What a fitting name for you, boy!

The stranger was incredibly beautiful. Skin the color of milk caramel, thick chestnut curls glistening in the rays of the sun with golden highlights, sensual plump lips, a scatter of incredibly cute freckles on her nose and cheeks. And huge marvelous brown eyes. Eyes, that, as Santiago now realized, had no ability to see.

- Yes, - he swallowed, - yes, it means Wind. You speak Spanish?

- I do. My dad's from Guatemala.

Santi usually had no trouble striking up a conversation with a girl he liked, but now he was quite confused.

- Oh! Your ice cream. Give me a couple minutes, I'll get you a new one.

- That's very nice of you, but no need, really. I was happy to share it with Viento. He's such a charming guy!

- Not that he left you a choice, - the man noted, arching an eyebrow.

The girl burst into ringing laughter again.

- You're right about that!

Santi couldn't help but smile back. Then, clearing his throat, he cautiously suggested:

- And what about dinner?

Stopping affectionately cradling Viento's shaggy head, the stranger turned toward his owner, pondering, and then shrugged.

- Yeah, okay. Why not!

- Okay, - the man sighed in relief, - oh, yes, my name's Santiago.

- Noa, - the girl introduced herself, extending her hand to him. Santi gently squeezed her warm palm.

- Such a beautiful name. It's nice to meet you, Noa.

They tentatively arranged for Wednesday evening. After taking Noa's number, Santi pulled Viento's leash - the dog was obviously reluctant to part with his new friend. And his owner seemed to share his feelings.

On Tuesday, Santi, nervous as a boy, dialed Noa's number, and she confirmed that she still wanted to have dinner with him.

- I just have one request. Could we pick a restaurant that serves kosher dishes?

- Oh... Yes, yes, of course! I'll find a suitable place.

- Thank you, Santiago.

The next evening, at dinner, Santi finally relaxed a bit. Everything was going well, the girl listened to him with interest and was eager to tell him about herself.

- As I already told you, my dad's from Guatemala. My mom moved to the States with her parents from Israel as a child. My dad has been an atheist his whole life, but was totally fine with mom raising us in her religion. I have an older brother and a younger sister whom I love madly.

After dinner, the couple walked around for a while and then Santi drove Noa home, walking her back to her apartment.

- Thank you for this evening, - the man uttered quietly, becoming agitated again.

- I had a really good time, - the girl smiled.

- I'd like to meet you again.

- I'd love to.

- May I... - Santi's voice was suddenly hoarse and he cleared his throat, - may I kiss you?

- Yes, - Noa echoed almost in a whisper.

Her lips were the sweetest and softest in the whole world. It seemed to Santi as if he had been waiting for that kiss all his life.

Returning home, he found a puddle on the floor and an overturned garbage can in the kitchen. Viento, absolutely happy, was wagging his tail and poking his owner with his head, tangling under his feet. With a sigh, the man sank down on the couch and began thoughtfully scratching the dog behind the ears.

- Thank you, buddy, - he finally muttered quietly.

As if to say “You're welcome!” Viento licked the man's nose.

They met again on Saturday. Santi brought the girl a bouquet of sunflowers and was rewarded with her radiant smile.

- God, Santiago! Those are my favorite flowers! How did you know?

- You're like the sun yourself. I didn't even ponder it.

Accompanied by Viento, they went for a walk in the park - the same one where they had first met. Wandering leisurely under the spreading crowns of the trees, they just talked, trying to learn as much as they could about each other. Noa couldn't help but notice Santi's surprise (which he was instantly ashamed of) when she told him that she worked as a website administrator.

- Of course, I had to learn this for a while, but yes - there are various assistive technologies that allow people like me to use computers. In fact, there are quite a few devices that make our lives easier now, from phone apps to specially adapted kitchen appliances.

When they came to a small lake, they settled down on its shore, right on the soft, thick grass. With a smile, Noa exposed her face to the sun's gentle rays; Santi couldn't take his eyes off her.

- It feels so good... - the girl whispered, relishing the quiet splash of the water, the singing of the birds, the laughter of the children playing nearby. The sun was gently kissing her golden skin, her fingers were sinking into the cool, lush grass, the warm wind was playing in her gorgeous hair, - I love to spend time in nature. In those moments, it's like I feel more like myself. You know? I come here often. And I like the fact that there are always lots of kids here. I like to think that one day I'll be playing with my own children like that - here, or somewhere else.

Making a short pause, she continued:

- I want to get married one day. I want to have children. I thought since we were spending time together, I should tell you right away. In case you have other plans.

Santi perked up.

- No, I... I really want to start a family. And I adore children.

Noa smiled even wider and, completely relaxed, stretched out right on the ground. The man lay down next to her, leaning on his elbow.

- Kiss me please, Santiago.

Oh, he was more than happy to grant her wish. The girl's palm slid down his neck, her fingers digging into his short-cropped, already considerably graying curls. When their lips finally parted, the girl quietly chuckled.

- I hope you know that it's a silly myth that blind people need to touch the faces of their interlocutors, don't you? And also that we develop super-hearing.

- So what, the Daredevil story is a fabrication? Damn, you just literally shattered my entire world.

This time they both laughed.

- Don't you want to ask what happened to my eyesight? - Noa inquired when they fell silent. Santi was embarrassed.

- I think that would be tactless...

- It would be nice if all people thought like you, - the girl smiled.

- Do they ask you often?

- More often than I'd like. It's not really a problem, but sometimes it's a question I get asked by complete strangers, and that's kind of weird.

- You can tell me if you want to, - Santi suggested cautiously, - but if you don't want to, I won't ask.

Noa was silent for a moment, thinking about his answer.

- There isn't much to tell, really - it was just an illness that hadn't been diagnosed in time, that's all. It happened a little over seven years ago. It was hard at first, and it took me a long time to accept that I'd lost my sight. To be honest... - she stopped, not sure if she should say what she was about to, - to be honest, I didn't even want to live then. But it got easier as time went on. My brother and sister helped me a lot at first, but now I'm almost completely independent of other people and I... I'm fine.

Attentively listening to her, Santi remained silent. He thought about how she probably didn't share things like that with everyone. He thought about what an amazing woman she was. He thought about how over the years he had become just some hopeless romantic: today was their second date, and he was already imagining her gentle hands cradling their baby.

On their third date Noa invited Santi to her place for dinner. He tried to offer his help, but was firmly refused.

- Don't insult me with your doubts about my cooking skills, Santiago! I'm a great cook, you'll see.

And it was damn sure true. Santi couldn't remember the last time he'd had such an excellent home-cooked meal. He felt terribly ashamed when he realized, that his plate had emptied embarrassingly fast, but the girl only laughed, noting, that it was the best compliment for a cook.

After dinner, Noa inquired if he would mind if she put on some music. Her small, cozy apartment, decorated in warm, earthy colors - terracotta, khaki, ochre - filled with the enchanting sounds of an instrumental composition with oriental motives, and Santi caught himself thinking, that this was what Noa would sound like if she were music.

As they cleared the table together, the girl seductively swayed her hips to the beat of the tune as she moved smoothly through her home. When the dishwasher was finally loaded, Santi, unable to stand it, approached her from behind. His hands rested gingerly on her waist, the tip of his nose burrowing into her gorgeous thick curls. She smelled of sun and wind, and a little more - of honey. Pressing her back against his strong, broad chest, Noa tilted her head slightly to the side, letting his lips touch her neck.

The kisses, growing more greedy and needy, quickly led them to the bedroom.

- Are you sure you want to continue? - Santi whispered against her ear, softly intertwining her fingers with his over her head.

- Yes, - the girl purred, finding his lips with hers again, - I want you, Santiago.

The man's fingers faintly trembled with arousal mixed with slight excitement as he slid one and then the other strap of her sundress off her shoulders and freed from the thin cotton her delicious, perfect breasts. Gently pulling the peak of one of them into his mouth, he sucked and teased the bead of her nipple with delight, and after giving his attention to one, he switched to the other.

Noa's quiet moans filled the room; Santi could feel her hips rocking slightly beneath him, seeking at least a little friction. Straightening up, he finally rid her of the long dress and the sunny yellow lace panties; leaving a string of weightless kisses on her belly, he finally pressed his mouth against her opened, juicing pussy.

It took him a couple minutes to make Noa cum brightly and loudly. Even though he was at his limit, he continued to lick her out, feeling her release dripping down his chin and her thighs quivering from overstimulation, reveling in her pitiful whimpers. He seemed to have found his heaven on earth between this girl's shapely legs.

- Santiago, please! - she pleaded at last, running her fingers through his graying curls, - please come here...

Reluctant to pull away from that dainty pussy, Santi still obediently complied with her request. His moist lips slid down Noa's neck, touched her earlobe.

- You're even sweeter than I imagined.

The girl gave him a dazzling, slightly drunk from the orgasm she'd just experienced, smile.

- The condom's in the nightstand, - she whispered, fumbling for his belt buckle.

The view of Noa sensually and unhurriedly fucking herself on his cock was the most beautiful and sexiest thing Santi had ever seen in his life, that he could ever have imagined at all. Her head was tilted back a little bit, her luscious breasts with boldly protruding brown nipples jiggled seductively, her hips were not so much rising and lowering as rotating smoothly, and from her slightly open, plump lips came not too loud, but damned lewd moans.

She was absolute perfection.

Gently encircling the man's wrist, Noa put two of his fingers in her hot, wet mouth, licked them with relish, and then brought his hand to her clit.

- I need to... Please help me... - she exhaled.

Santi didn't need to ask twice. Holding back his own release with the last of his strength, he began lightly and quickly stroking her swollen, hypersensitive bud, and when her body finally exploded with a second powerful orgasm, he allowed himself to follow her.

- You have a lot of scars.

Noa lay on the man's chest, her hair waterfalling down her bare back, her fingertips stroking his hot, swarthy skin.

- Occupational hazard, - Santi murmured quietly, tenderly kissing her on the forehead. The girl tightened her lips - she didn't like the idea that he had been wounded, and might be wounded again. For a while they lay in silence, snuggling in each other's arms. Then Santi spoke.

- I'll have to leave soon. There's a problem I've been trying to deal with for a while now. It won't be for long, just a couple days.

Noa frowned, but nodded nonetheless.

- Is it dangerous?

- No, not if everything goes as I've planned.

- Are you going alone?

- Not alone. I'll have four of my friends with me. By the way, I'd like you to meet them, if you don't mind.

The anxious wrinkles on the girl's forehead smoothed out and she smiled.

- I'd love to.

- Great. We'll meet them after we get back from our mission. Hopefully we'll have something to celebrate.

After a little silence, Santi continued:

- I need to find a place for Viento while I'm away. I guess he'll have to stay at the shelter again for a while.

- Nonsense! I'll look after him. I adore him!

- Mi sol, don't get me wrong, I love him too, but he's the spawn of hell. He'll drive you crazy.

Noa shook her curls.

- I'm sure I can handle it. Give us both a chance!

- Well, okay, - Santi gave in, kissing her, - gracias, hermosa.

- I have a bad feeling, Santiago.

On the day of his departure, usually calm Noa couldn't get over her anxiety.

- I don't believe in such things, - Santi gently kissed her on the temple.

- I do. I'm worried about you.

- Listen, - the man affectionately cupped her beautiful face in his large hands; he knew that her huge, marvelous eyes couldn't see, but he could swear that she was looking right into his soul, - I've been in trouble before and I can take care of myself. Especially since this mission is a piece of cake. We've thought of everything, and it shouldn't be a problem.

He pressed his lips to hers, and then continued.

- I'll come back to you as soon as I can, you have my word. I... I've been looking for you all my life. I came to your light as a ship comes through a storm to the light of a lighthouse. And I'll come back to you again, no matter what happens, I promise.

A tiny tear rolled down Noa's cheek. Santi gently brushed it away with the pad of his thumb and whispered softly:

- Tú eres mi luz.

Tags: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction ; @mylittledelulucorner

[princesssarisa]

Character ask: Fiyero and Boq (Wicked)

I'm not really a die-hard Wicked fan, but here goes. This is for the musical only, since I haven't read the novel.

Warning: spoilers below.

Fiyero

Favorite thing about them: That despite seeming like a silly playboy at first, he proves to be a kindred sprit to Elphaba, who loves and respects her as she is, who tries to help and defend her when no one else in Oz is willing to do so, and who ultimately sacrifices everything for her, even (nearly) his life.

Least favorite thing about them: That he leads Glinda on by not breaking up with her even as he starts to fall for Elphaba, and then goes along with their engagement even though he doesn't want to marry her. He should have ended things between them long before it reached that point.

Three things I have in common with them:

*I can be snarky.

*I dislike fakeness and selling out.

*I can seem like just a fun-lover, but really I think and feel deeply.

Three things I don't have in common with them:

*I'm female.

*I'm not royalty.

*I was never a partying troublemaker in college.

Favorite line: His joke when Elphaba tells him she realizes he's not as shallow and self-absorbed as he seems:

"Excuse me, there's no pretense here: I happen to be genuinely self-absorbed and deeply shallow."

And these lines from his dialogue with Glinda at the beginning of Act II, where he calls her out on her tragic flaw of choosing fame and popularity over everything else:

"You can't leave because you can't resist this. And that is the truth."

And when she objects that no one could resist it: "You know who could. Who has."

brOTP: His horse Feldspur in the movie, and probably Boq, especially if we keep the Scarecrow and Tin Man's friendship in mind. Not to mention Dorothy, even though their interactions are kept offstage.

OTP: Elphaba.

nOTP: Glinda.

Random headcanon: Hmmm... In the movie, he really did eat grass as a child. He's not just joking when he says he did.

Unpopular opinion: I like him better than Glinda as a romantic partner for Elphaba. Of course I understand that Elphaba and Glinda's bond is more central and more fleshed out, I see the appeal of Gelphie as a ship, and I know how much Gelphie means to countless fans. But personally? Without denying Glinda's importance to Elphaba, I prefer Fiyero as her love interest. He embraces her values and comes through for her in a way that Glinda only does at the very end, and no attempts I've read by Gelphie shippers to dismiss that fact ring true for me. As a couple, Fiyeraba reminds me in many ways of Esmeralda and Phoebus in Disney's Hunchback of Notre Dame (these Stephen Schwartz musicals have recurring themes!), and I don't see many fans putting down that pairing, even though they're a bit underdeveloped too, and even though Esmeralda's friendship with Quasimodo is more central to the plot. On the contrary, the fans hold up their love as the main example of healthy love in that story! Besides, if we don't think Elphaba really loves Fiyero, then "No Good Deed" loses its power. If he's just "comphet" to her, why should his apparent death break her so much that she resolves to really be wicked and kidnaps Dorothy? And the reveal that he's still alive is what snaps her out of her breakdown and lets her reconcile with Glinda in the end. I have nothing against shipping Gelphie, but I can't dismiss Fiyeraba as just "boring comphet" the way most of the fandom seems to do.

Song I associate with them: "Dancing Through Life"

"As Long as You're Mine"

Favorite picture of them:

Norbert Leo Butz

Aaron Tveit

Andy Karl

Derrick Williams with Stephanie J. Block (more actors of color should play the role)

Adam Garcia with Idina Menzel

Jonathan Bailey in the movie

Boq

Favorite thing about them: Well, when we first meet him at least, he's a sweet, adorkable character, and if the Tin Man we know from The Wizard of Oz is a mostly accurate portrait of how he behaves on his journey with Dorothy, he never really loses those qualities.

Least favorite thing about them: First that he leads Nessarose on (a recurring flaw among the young men in this story, it seems) and lies about why he asked her out, even if his reason is to avoid hurting her. And later, of course, that he becomes such a bloodthirsty witch hunter, out to kill Elphaba for turning him into tin even though she saved his life by doing so.

Three things I have in common with them:

*I can be socially awkward.

*I'm not always good at standing up for myself.

*Sometimes I want to blame people for doing things that made me uncomfortable, when really those things were good for me.

Three things I don't have in common with them:

*I'm female.

*I've never had any romantic entanglements with witches.

*I've never been turned into tin.

Favorite line: His verse in "March of the Witch Hunters," even though it's his darkest moment:

And this is more than just a service to the Wizard I have a personal score to settle with El... With The Witch!

It's due to her I'm made of tin Her spell made this occur So for once, I'm glad I'm heartless I'll be heartless killing her!

And the Lion also has a grievance to repay If she'd let him fight his own battles When he was young He wouldn't be a coward, today!

brOTP: In the Shiz days before things go bad, Fiyero, Nessarose, Elphaba and Glinda (especially in the deleted scene from the movie that shows them all hanging out together). And after he becomes the Tin Man, Dorothy.

OTP: None.

nOTP: Nessarose or Glinda.

Random headcanon: When he sees Elphaba "melt," he'll be unexpectedly horrified; he'll find himself remembering their days at Shiz and the girl she once was, and realize that seeing her die horribly doesn't feel as good as he thought it would. (I'm basing this on the Tin Man's close-to-tears face after the Witch melts in the 1939 Wizard of Oz: we'll see if Wicked: For Good has Ethan Slater react in a similar way or not.)

Unpopular opinion: Even though he's far from blameless, nothing justifies Nessarose stripping him and all the other Munchkins of their rights and forcing him to stay with her, then trying to magically brainwash him into loving her. He may deserve some karma for lying about his feelings for her, but he doesn't deserve all that.

Song I associate with them:

His part in "Dancing Through Life"

"March of the Witch Hunters"

Favorite picture of them:

Christopher Fitzgerald

Riley Costello

Ethan Slater in the movie

[punkwhenihavethespoons]

This is my first time posting a fic on here, but my bio does say writer, so here's a Criminal Minds fic about if Prentiss had POTS. Cross posted on AO3. It is a casefic, but nothing is graphic.

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The whole team was feeling the exhaustion that comes with getting only five hours of sleep in a hotel bed on an away case, but it was hitting Emily especially hard. They were in the police precinct building the profile of an unsub who had already killed at least four young women.

It was late October and JJ and Hotch were both worried about making it home in time to take Henry and Jack trick-or-treating at the end of the week, so everyone was putting in extra effort to make sure that would happen.

Emily pulled her blazer on at the desk, suddenly much more aware of how off her body was feeling. She was freezing, a little shaky, and really tired. She stood unsteadily, excused herself, and walked toward the bathroom, hoping that splashing some water on her face would wake her up a bit more. The further down the hallway she got, the less her legs seemed to work.

Each step felt like a marathon of effort and after a quick glance to make sure no one was around, she pressed a hand to the wall for support.

When she finally made it to the women’s room, she leaned against the counter, splashing water on her face, feeling like she could barely stand. She reached for her phone, not wanting to call JJ for help, but uncertain as to how she would get back to the conference room where they were set up without help.

“Fuck,” Emily swore, realizing her phone was still on the desk. With that realization, Emily started the long, seemingly impossible, journey back from the bathroom. She felt like she could barely walk, much less function.

When she eventually returned to the conference room, it was empty. Confused as to where her team had gone, she checked her phone hoping for an explanation. There was a message from JJ saying they were going to check out an address Garcia had found and that she should grab her FBI vest and meet them at the SUVs in the parking lot.

Emily struggled to text back that she felt really off and didn’t think she should go with. She asked JJ to come up with some excuse.

As the dizziness took over, she flipped to the camera app on her phone, terrified for what was about to happen, but certain she should document it. She propped the device up against a box of files on the desk, clicked record, and closed her eyes, hoping that would make the room stop moving around her. Everything slowed, even her thoughts.

I wonder if this is what passing out feels like…? Fuck, I’m going to pass out…

Emily blinked a few times before she could reach out and pause the video, slightly afraid to watch it back. The door beside her opened and closed and a worried JJ was by her side in an instant.

“Are you ok? What happened? I told Hotch you were sick and he told me I should stay back and check on you.”

“I… I think I passed out,” Emily whispered. “And I’m kinda scared right now.”

"Ok, shhh. It’s ok.” JJ wrapped her arms around Emily allowing her head to rest on her shoulder. “What do you mean you think you passed out?”

“I got it on video, I think. I just remember my legs not really working and feeling really cold. Then I thought that I was gonna pass out and…”

"How long were you out for?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t watched the video yet. It only just happened and…” Her thoughts still weren’t fully formed.

“That’s ok. Do you feel comfortable watching it or do you wanna give me your phone so I can see what happened.”

“I can handle it.” Emily unlocked her phone slowly and clicked play on the video that was up. She was only halfway in the frame, but it was still obvious when her eyes closed and her head tilted forward a few seconds later. About ten seconds later, the recording of Emily opened her eyes again looking around the room. Then the video ended.

“I know I closed my eyes, but I don’t remember leaning forward.”

“So, you were unconscious for at least a few seconds?”

“Yeah,” Emily sighed, tears starting to form, but she didn’t have the energy to cry.

“It was smart to record it. I’m gonna take you back to the hotel now. You look exhausted. I promise I’ll stay with you.” JJ paused to think, as she slowly helped Emily stand and lean against her. “How about I tell Hotch you have a fever? I know you don’t want him to know the truth, but I need him to know it’s serious enough you shouldn’t be in the field and that he’ll let me stay with you.”

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From the Inbox

We received permission to post the funniest email we just received from a listener. It absolutely cracked us up and we felt we had to share it with as many people as we could.

Dearest Tunnel Talkers, I, like certain podcast hosts, possess New England Privilege and was lucky enough to experience Blood and Guts in person. I cannot WAIT to hear about Lea’s no doubt transcendent experience, but I had to tell you guys about the insane dream I had after coming home from Boston. For most of the dream I was accompanying Eddie Kingston, and then Zack Sabre Jr. on two separate walks through various natural landscapes while they each confided in me the immense breadth of emotions they felt about a match they’d had against each other. Eddie was fixated on the physicality of the fight and the dichotomy of his explosive power to strike, hit, and push people away, with Zack’s freakish hold strength and capacity for trapping and never letting go. Zack was desperate for Eddie’s respect and very self-critical about his inability to drop his barriers and meet people with the fierce genuine emotion he so admired in Eddie. Surely there was poetry in the contrast of these two men’s perspectives on the same experience. But could I focus on that? Could I appreciate it and take it all in? No. I was distracted, because apparently at some point earlier in the dream I had made an off-hand comment to Tony Kahn about how if he wanted, I would be happy to give him, quote, “A REAL LESBIAN SEX EXPERIENCE.” And now I could not give my full attention to these beautiful, sensitive men because I was internally going ballistic about whether or not I was going to follow up on that. Would I be contributing to unethical business practices by fingerbanging billionaire Tony Kahn? Would it create a toxic work environment? Was I just a gigantic slut for offering? Did I even want to fuck that dweeb? How much extortion was on the table here? Could I leverage this against better bookings, or was this simply a friendly guiding hand in TK’s personal journey of sexual discovery? These were my feverish thoughts as I ambled alongside two wrestlers doing some of the best emotional communication of their lives, probably. Anyway, this is what happens when you watch Daniel Garcia and MJF have a dance-off live and in-person. Love you guys so much and thank you for battling tirelessly through some real tough times and into this glorious new era of adult lovers. Xoxo, Betsey

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2024, my first-ever collaborative book with Filipino writers.

I still remember when author Myca Paga slid into my direct messages, inviting me to participate in the largest book collaboration she would ever lead with Filipino writers. I was truly surprised because that was our first interaction, and I’m grateful she noticed my writing page and extended the invitation. Honored by the opportunity, I gladly accepted and became a contributor. Thank you so much, Miss Myca, for trusting my skills and for your generosity in bringing us all together to make this project a success! This book is particularly special to me because I wasn’t just taking a step in my writing journey alone—I also had the chance to bring two of my friends and classmates, Ylisle and Kirck, to be co-authors as well. It’s truly been an incredible experience.

The best part of this project, Whispers of the Heart, is the immense support from each contributor. Though we each contributed only a few literary pieces, we all valued the book deeply and worked hard to promote it. Special mention to our talented co-authors, Kyang and Frenchshield, who also served as the book cover artist and layout designer, respectively. It was a real team effort, all 48 of us contributing in our own ways.

God is truly great. He used my fellow writers, especially Marix Luna, as instruments to bring our book to the 2024 Manila International Book Fair, where it was displayed and sold out! It’s a blessing beyond words. Hopefully, next time, in God’s will, I can attend the book fair and meet my co-authors in person.

It’s a success, and I’m hopeful it will continue to soar higher! I’m so proud to be a part of this beautiful book. To God be all the glory!

Book Title: Whispers of the Heart A Poetry and Prose Collaboration Tags: Poetry, Poem, Literary, Collaboration Book Cover Artist: Kyang Layout Designer: Frenchshield Shayne

Listen to the whispers of exceptional writers in your heart! This collection takes you on an emotional journey, weaving themes of love, longing, and heartache. We hope it touches your soul as deeply as it did ours while writing it.

The Authors: Aerasyne – mistyplenilune – Rose R. Sales – Andrea Nicole Isiderio – Anneyiie – Almira Maruhom – Aubrey Raymundo – Cat Lean – Simplyamorous – Clypeusthetic – elixnebleu – Hannah Redspring – Hiraya Tinatangi – Stranger’s Poetry – Marisstella – Precious Magdaleno – Jenny Grace Patilano – John Mark Gutang – Josa Pimentel – Juli Sandoval – J.Z. Romeo – Kirck Datuin – Kia Jane Pama – Lea Jane Salud – Lolita Rose Petalver – all4faith – Marix Luna – Mark Edison Camacho – Mary Jean Garcia – Jhemar Lagata – Michelle Samson – Myca Paga – Nerel Jean Calunod – Perf Silvestre – Regmesu – SLOWNSTURDY – Rosanna Daep – akarayue – Sandara Antonette Morales – Sharlaine Orines – SleepingSinger – Strangerxd29 – Weirdygurl – EmpressMaire – Windee – Wiz Morrison – Ylisle – seeyouinspain

Written by: Amaranthine Briar / Akahana

Letters to the Universe First Publication: 2024/05/07

Content Copyright © Rose R. Sales All rights reserved.

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LEA COUNTY, N.M. (KRQE) – A sergeant from the Lea County Sheriff’s Office has taken a plea deal over distributing a sensitive video of a now former co-worker.

Sergeant Sonia Estrada pleaded no contest to misdemeanor use of telephone to harass earlier this week. Estrada was one of four people facing charges for distributing the video.

The victim said the video was sent to her fiance, a male coworker’s wife, three chief deputies, and Sheriff Corey Helton.

Man linked to 2023 deadly hit-and-run with DNA, Albuquerque Police Department says

Charges against Lea County Sheriff Deputies Diana Juardo-Garcia and Ailleen Vizcarra, as well as Jal police Officer Alyssa Porras, were dismissed as part of the deal.

Estrada was given 90 days of unsupervised probation, with a conditional discharge upon successful completion. She is required to pay a $50 donation to Crime Stoppers or a domestic violence shelter and have no contact with the victim.

A lawsuit against the Lea County Sheriff’s Office is still pending.

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The contestants have been finalized! Here's the bracket lineup!

So how this is going to work is, there's going to be 8 polls a day, starting tomorrow, until we hit semifinals. That means we'll do group A, B, C, D, then side AB, then side CD, then all the quarterfinals together. I'll update the images whenever we hit a new round.

Plain text Round 1 matchups under the cut:

(As a reminder, groups are formatted as [Dad name] & [Kid name]. So if there's multiple of either dads or kids, they'll use the word 'and.' Think of the ampersand like a separator.)

Group A

Bruno & Team Bucciarati (JJBA:GW) vs. Kanan & Ezra (SW Rebels)

Tony Stark & Peter Parker (MCU) vs. Lin & Asami, Mako, Bolin, Korra (LoK)

Balsa Yonsa & Chagun (MGotS) vs. Thancred & Ryne (FFXIV)

Aizawa & class 1A (MHA) vs. C!Philza & crew (DSMP)

Sojiro Sakura & the Phantom Thieves (Persona 5) vs. Tommy "Big Man" & Gus (Sweet Tooth)

Finn & Leif (FE) vs. Sandor & Arya (GoT)

Axel/Lea & Roxas and Xion + King Mickey and Riku (KH) vs. Artemy & Sticky and Murky (Pathologic)

Joel & Ellie (TLoU) vs. Darkwing Duck & Gosalyn Mallard (Darkwing Duck)

Group B

Pyrrha & Nona (TLT) vs. Kelsier and Vin (Mistborn)

Fukuzawa & Ranpo (BSD) vs. Miss Honey & Matilda (Matilda)

Jack Wynand & the Little Sisters (Bioshock) vs. Scar & Mei Chang (FMA)

Eda Clawthorne & King and Luz (TOH) vs. John Silver & Jim Hawkins (Treasure Planet)

Logan & Kitty and Jubilee (Wolverine) vs. Geralt & Ciri (Witcher)

Donquixote "Rosinante" Corazon & Law (OP) vs. Rouxls Kaard & Lancer (Deltarune)

Sully & Boo (Monsters Inc) vs. Simon & Marceline (AT)

Din & Grogu (The Mandalorian) vs. Bobby Singer & Sam and Dean (SPN)

Group C

Welt Yang & March 7th and the Trailblazer (Honkai Star Rail) vs. Jim Hopper & Eleven (Stranger Things)

Ingo & Irida and protagonist (PLA) vs. Gregor Samsa & Emil Sinclair (Limbus Company)

Nanami Kento & Itadori Yuuji (JJK) vs. Meta Knight & Kirby (Kirby)

Phoenix Wright & Trucy (AA) vs. Shirou & Michuri (BNA)

Yuugo and Lucas & 50 kids (The Promised Neverland) vs. Stan Pines & Dipper and Mabel (GF)

Date & Mizuki (AI:TSF) vs. Peabody & Sherman

Cabalena and Jowd & Lynne (Ghost Trick) vs. Pigsy and Tang & MK (LMK)

Kiryu & Haruka (+others) (Yakuza) vs. Tenmyouji & Quark (Zero Escape)

Group D

Silco & Jinx (Arcane) vs. Guts & Schierke (Berserk)

RGB & Hero (TPoH) vs. Father Garcia & John (FAITH)

Sam and Max & The Geek (Sam and Max) vs. Tom Wachowski & Sonic (Sonic movie)

Rei and Kazuki & Mira (BD) vs. Daud & Billie Lurk (Dishonored)

Chongi-re, Numeri and Butler (TRPC) vs. Jacob Holland & Maisie (The Sea Beast)

Reigen & Mob (MP100) vs. Maedros and Maglor & Elrond and Elros (Silmarillion)

Jean Valjean & Cosette (Les Miserables) vs. Loid & Anya (Spy x Family)

Batman & Robins (Batman) vs. Kurogane & Syaoran (Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle)