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estoyegoista · 2 months ago

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🌸 ⸻ LUCIA HERNANDEZ-MARTINEZ

you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed LUCIA HERNANDEZ walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who she is ? they kind of look like melissa barrera and i could be wrong but i think that they might be twenty-eight years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last year. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of kelly kapoor from the office. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at the salty sailor bar as a bartender. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the airhead of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty selfish at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty free-spirited to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that one bedroom apartment beside me over in sunny shores. i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you!

hi, hola, bonjour ! this is my baby lucia, she's kind of a trainwreck. there are slight mentions of dv, drugs, and mental health issues below.

♡ ━━ BASICS

full name: lucia hernandez-martinez

birthdate: february 21, 1996

age: twenty-eight

ethnicity: mexican

gender: cis woman ( she/her/hers )

orientation: pansexual

occupation: bartender at the salty sailor bar

languages spoken: spanish ( specifically mexican spanish ), english

positives: free-spirited, amiable, optimistic, affectionate

negatives: impulsive, flighty, selfish, ditzy, sensitive

likes: shopping, partying, dancing, spicy foods, working out, bubble baths, matcha lattes, the smell of fresh flowers, social media, homeopathic remedies, flan, skincare, edibles, and latin pop.

dislikes: thunderstorms, telenovelas, responsibilities, country music, cold weather, confrontation, close-minded people.

♡ ━━ BACKGROUND

at the age of three, the hernandez-martinez family relocated from their little home in monterrey, mexico to the big city of los angeles, california. the family wasn’t well-off by any means, living in a run-down apartment barely getting by. her mother, rosana, became the owner of mi vida bar which didn’t earn them enough income as they hoped. her father, alejandro, picked up landscaping on top of helping out with the new family business.

lucia was the youngest of two. the most spoiled child and notably the favorite, which caused a rift in the relationship with her sister, valeria. her formative years were spent enrolled in dance recitals and beauty pageants. with her love of putting on a show, her mother always believed she’d be a shining star. this slowly began the battle of basing her self-worth solely on her appearance.

tw dv; despite the toll these activities had on her mental health, she was grateful for the little moments she was able to escape from the chaos of her household. said chaos only halted when a neighbor from their apartment complex phoned the police during a heated brawl. her father was arrested at the scene and then kept after findings of multiple other criminal offenses. all contact was severed with her father after the incident. end of dv

dynamics soon changed in the hernandez-martinez residence. valeria later felt the need to take on the caretaker role, eventually picking up a job to help their mother with rent. however, lucia always lived in her own carefree little bubble, believing her social status meant more than lending a hand. in fact, her egocentric personality made her both loved and hated by many. she squeezed her way into the popular clique in high school. often, she’d skip classes to smoke or shop with the money she had stolen from her mother. education wasn’t her forte, made evident by her below-average grades. her mother began to instill the belief in lucia that she’d never amount to anything. telling her that she’d have to find a rich partner if she wanted to make it successful in life.

due to the girl’s nasty habit of stealing, her mother sent her on her way after graduation. somehow she was able to convince valeria to help her on her feet. in typical lucia fashion, she burned that bridge by racking up thousands in credit card debt under her sister’s name. once again, she’d been sent off to fend for herself, becoming somewhat of a drifter. she’d connect with people only to use them for their money and a place to stay. she’d bleed them dry, then rinse and repeat. lucia wasn’t necessarily proud of her behavior, but she’d pin the blame on her mother. she couldn’t stomach being at fault for her own actions.

her last ex-boyfriend, juniper, caught wind of her schemes fairly early in their only three-month-long relationship. yet again, she’d racked up thousands in credit card debt under someone else’s name. after his findings, he threatened to sue her unless she paid him back in full. to avoid the consequences of her actions, she took what little money she had left and fled across the country to sunny shores, florida.

♡ ━━ OTHER TIDBITS

believes herself to be an incredibly spiritual person. although she does not practice a certain religion, she has a belief in the universe and cosmic energies. typically, whenever she is undergoing a crisis, she prefers to find a local tarot card reader. if she feels her luck is particularly bad she reaches out to curanderos for spiritual cleansings.

prefers homeopathic remedies over western medicine. she’s always carrying around homeopathic treatments in her bag, along with edibles.

very obsessed with the moon and the stars. in fact, she is the type of person to stop a conversation to have you gazing up at the sky.

due to her dancing background, she picked up a love for it over the years. her absolute favorite is salsa and she is guaranteed to invite anyone out for salsa dancing.

very obsessed with music, though she doesn’t consider herself a singer, she has an amazing vocal range. she only ever shows off her pipes singing in the car or at karaoke nights if she’s had a few drinks in her system.

most would consider her to be social media obsessed. she doesn’t have a huge following, just a couple thousand spanning across every platform. she still will take the time to capture every moment for an aesthetically pleasing post on her feed.

her huge downfall is her spending habits. she finds an excuse to treat herself no matter the state of her bank account.

for a huge chunk of her life, she considered herself to an entrepreneur. often, she’d throw herself head first into business endeavors that never took off. one being a skincare line titled ’diosa’ which was funded by an ex.

she’s only worked one real job before making her move to florida. she was a bartender for almost two months at her mother’s bar. after showing up late numerous times or choosing not to show up to her shifts at all, she was promptly fired.

is super into fitness. she has a daily routine that consists of drinking a green juice, which is followed by her morning run. she also loves working out at the gym, even taking yoga classes whenever she can.

she is unsure of her stance on love. she loves the idea of committing to someone, but it also terrifies her. with no sense of who she truly is, she often morphs herself into whoever the person she's infatuated with wants her to be.

has and will steal your significant other just because she can. literally the embodiment of break up with your gf, i'm bored.

is the type to flirt for fun, not necessarily because she's attracted to the person. she's also extremely affectionate with those she cares for, referring to her friends with cute pet names.

#palmviewintro

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lotti-lyric · 2 years ago

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Heyyyy😋😋 a bnha romantic matchup would be totes fun!

My pronouns are she/her and im pansexual!

Im an INTP, pisces sun, Aquarius moon and libra rising, my hogwarts house is Slytherin, and my divergent faction is Eurodite (this is useless info but still fun to know 🤷🏻‍♀️), my love languages are quality time and acts of service. I like doing and watching live theatre, reading, partying, working out (sometimes), shopping, dancing, singing, music, I dislike being told the obvious, and being repeated things over and over again, people who are disrespectful, being told what to do, i will do things on my own time and on my own terms tyvm. Appearance: im around 5’1, shoulder length wavy dark brown hair and dark brown almond shaped eyes. I have an ivory ish skin tone. Im mexican Im an ambivert, i can be an extrovert EASY but there are times where i just need peace and quiet, Im awkward when it comes to meeting new people and im assuming that it comes off as rude cause many people have told me they thought I hated them at first🤧 i swear im nice. Im the type of person to confidently answer a question and get it wrong. Im pretty confident and outgoing and honestly my main goal is to get along with people and just be a fun and confident person that just brightens everyones day. Fun fact: From time to time i blank out and start speaking rapid fire fluent spanish- especially when im tired. Ok so in a partner i want someone who can Party AND just have a chill day and be able to just appreciate each other’s presence and have a natural flowy and fun conversation. Communication is so so so important to me and just supporting and being there for each other is enough. Like if they come to all my shows i will propose to them on the spot. Also someone who will take time to genuinely learn about me and my interests, i would absolutely adore to take my s/o with me to visit my family in mexico and genuinely enjoy it. Im a big family person btws. Wether they’re shy or not I’ll ask them to dance, if they cant thats ok cause i will teach them ✊🏼

. And thats my fantasy for a s/o 🤧tysm have a good day/night mwah 🤟🏼

charlotte’s interlude 💗- hi!! sorry for the delay again! you seem so cool, this was super fun to write!! enjoy and have an incredible day!!

warnings;

i match you with…

Kyoka Jirou!! (aka Earphone Jack)

this just gives off the same vibe!! ^

you both frequent community theatres together and watch productions!!

reading pressed up against each other, back to back in a comfortable silence

PLAYING MUSIC AND SINGING TOGETHER AAAAA the duet potential yall 😩

she appreciates your extroverted side but also loves your more introverted side!!

^ it’s nice to have someone who can talk in public for her but also someone who she knows she can just recharge and relax with

she’s on the more awkward side for first meetings too so don’t worry!! she won’t judge you based on your initial interaction

she loves how confident you are!! she def admires and looks up to that aspect of your personality the most 💗

she’ll def learn some spanish so she can understand what youre saying when you blank!!

right from the get go, your communication is everything!! supporting each other, talking through your feelings, right from the start it’s on point 1000%

expect her at all your shows with all her friends and tons of gifts!! you’ll know they’re all there since they’re cheering the loudest 💀

she’d def love to meet your family (they’d get along so great, she knows how much it means to you!) and go to mexico with you!! (if she’s rich she’ll def fund the trip for yall 💃🏼)

#bnha fanfiction #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #mha fanfic #bnha hcs #bnha x self insert #bnha matchups #mha x reader #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #mha hcs #bnha fanfic #mha fanfiction #bnha matchup #mha matchups #mha matchup #bnha jirou #jirou kyouka #jiro kyoka

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amillionlanguages · 5 years ago

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2+ Months of Language Learning Prompts!

Sometimes it can be tricky to know what to learn if you are teaching yourself a language. Here are some ideas for what you can focus on learning each day for the first two months of learning a new language! I formatted it so there is the general topic for the day and then in parentheses are some ideas to get you started but you can definitely learn a lot more than what I’ve written down! These are just to help generate some ideas!

This definitely would move pretty quickly if you covered all this material in 2 months so you could definitely spend more time on each topic if you need! This would require quite a bit of time each day in order to learn it all. This could totally work for a 4 or 6-month challenge where you spend 2 or 3 days on each of the topics I listed if you don’t have enough time to cover each topic in just one day!

Polite phrases (thank you, please, yes/no, you’re welcome, I’m sorry)

Introductory phrases (hi, my name is, I’m from, I speak, how are you?)

Pronouns (I, you, he, she, they, we)

Basic people vocab (girl, boy, man, woman, person, child)

Basic verbs in present tense (to eat, to drink, to walk, to read, to write, to say)

Sentence structure (how to form some basic sentences)

Negative sentences (I do not __)

Question words (who, what, where, when, why, how, how to form questions)

Numbers (0-20, 30, 40, 50, 100, 1,000, 1,000,000)

Time (hour, minute, half hour, reading the time)

Meals (breakfast, lunch, dinner, snack, dessert, appetizer)

Basic foods (apple, banana, rice, bread, pasta, carrot, soup, water)

More foods (beef, pork, fruit, vegetable, juice, coffee, tea, chocolate, cake)

Kitchen (stove, oven, kitchen, fridge, table, chair, bake, boil)

Eating supplies (knife, spoon, fork, plate, bowl, cup, glass)

More verbs (to make, to have, to see, to like, to go, to be able to, to want, to need)

Family (father, mother, son, daughter, aunt, uncle, cousin, grandmother, grandfather, parents, grandparents)

Transportation (car, train, plane, bus, bicycle, airport, train station)

City locations (apartment, building, restaurant, movie theater, market, hotel, bank)

Directions (north, south, east, west, right, left)

Adjectives (good, bad, smart, delicious, nice, fun)

More verbs (to give, to send, to wake up, to cry, to love, to hate, to laugh)

Colors (red, yellow, blue, green, purple, black, white, brown)

Emotions (happy, sad, calm, angry)

Physical descriptions (tall, short, blonde, brunette, redhead, eye color)

Body parts (arm, leg, hand, finger, foot, toe, face, eye, mouth, nose, ears)

Descriptors (rich, poor, beautiful, ugly, expensive, inexpensive)

Basic clothing (shirt, pants, dress, skirt, jacket, sweater, skirt, shorts)

Accessories (belt, hat, wallet, gloves, sunglasses, purse, watch)

More verbs (to keep, to smile, to run, to drive, to wear, to remember)

Animals (cat, dog, horse, cow, bear, pig, chicken, duck, fish)

More animals (turtle, sheep, fox, mouse, lion, deer)

Months (January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December)

Seasons (fall, winter, spring, summer)

Weather (sunny, cloudy, hot, cold, snowing, raining)

States of being (I’m hungry, I’m tired, I’m thirsty)

House (bedroom, living room, bathroom, stairs)

Furniture (bed, lamp, couch, door, window)

Electronics (phone, TV, computer, camera, radio, headphones)

Nature (tree, flower, plant, animal, grass, animal, outside, sky, sun, moon, clouds)

More verbs (to teach, to learn, to understand, to know, to listen, to hear)

School (classroom, elementary school, high school, college, student, class, grade, homework, test)

School subjects (math, science, English, art, music, chemistry, biology, physics)

School supplies (book, pencil, pen, paper, notebook, folder, backpack, calculator)

Classroom features (student desk, teacher desk, whiteboard, chalk, clock, bell)

Jobs (teacher, scientist, doctor, artist, dancer, musician)

More jobs (surgeon, manager, engineer, architect, lawyer, dentist, writer)

More verbs (to buy, to sell, to work, to ask, to answer, to dance, to leave, to come)

Comparisons (less than, more than, same, __er than)

Languages (French, German, Chinese, Russian, Spanish, English, Japanese)

Countries (France, Germany, China, Russia, Spain, Mexico, United States, Japan)

Religion (church, temple, mosque, to pray, Judaism, Christianity, Islam)

Past tense (I was, he ran, she wrote)

Hobbies (shopping, sports, soccer, chess, fishing, gardening, photography)

More verbs (to describe, to sleep, to find, to wish, to enter, to feel, to think)

Art (paint, draw, painting, gallery, frame, brush)

Morning routine (to wake up, to brush teeth, toothbrush, toothpaste, comb, soap)

Future tense (I will run, he will write)

TV + internet (online, internet, to watch TV, TV show, movie, documentary, cartoon)

More verbs (to look for, to stay, to touch, to meet, to show, to rent, to wash, to play)

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accioxreparo · 4 years ago

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memorias | g.w.

synopsis: You finally work up the courage to go back home for día de muertos after nearly twelve years for a trip you find that both you and George needed.

pairing: George Weasley x hispanic!reader

warnings: mentions of death, mentions of the wizarding war(s), a bit of grieving

a/n: I know, I’m bad at time management but I loved this idea too much to not post it. I know it says hispanic reader but please don’t feel like you need to be one to give this a read!

Also I’m a native spanish speaker so if you google translate the spanish it might not make too much sense so I’ve put the spanish phrases in italics and the translations will be right after [bolded and in brackets like this] just to make it a little easier to read.

I’m curious to know what you guys think about this one so feel free to hit me up with your thoughts/questions if you’d like!

The soft golds and warm reds that met every single place your eyes landed on brought back an overwhelming feeling of nostalgia. Sugar and smoke mixed together in the air like nothing else did and it was like you were seeing yourself as a child all over again. Memories floated around in your brain. Ones that were happy. Ones you knew didn’t deserve the treatment you’d been giving them recently.

“Can you tell me about these?”

The sound of George’s voice interrupted your thoughts. He was drifting towards one side of the uneven cobblestone street crowded with people and lined with booths. You couldn’t help but stare at the soft, excited smile on his face as he looked all around him. He was curious and it was a look on him you’d never get enough of.

With a smile on your face you held his hand tighter and pulled him in the direction of a booth covered in little wooden animals painted in every bright color you could imagine. You picked one up and set it in the palm of your hand, grinning in amusement when George touched the top of its head just to see it bob up and down again.

“It’s an alebrije,” You told him, setting down the little figure. Almost immediately he picked up another to examine it more closely. “It’s mostly just art. Tomorrow especially, though, they decorate almost every ofrenda since kids tend to love them.”

George nodded, hanging on every word you told him just as he had been for the last two days. It had been that long since the two of you had arrived at your mother’s house. It was only that long that you stayed and now you were headed off to the place you really wanted to visit.

“Tomorrow’s the first day, right?” George had to resist the urge to pick up every single little creature he saw and hand over a pile of colored bills. Instead he let you pull him away again, his attention being caught by all the buildings surrounding him.

“Yeah. Everything has to be prepared by nightfall to greet the spirits of children on the first of November.” You nodded and stared down at the stones underneath your feet, kicking a few across the street as you walked. George immediately noticed your silence but before he could say anything you spoke again, looking up at him with a newfound smile on your face. “Have I ever told you about my Tia Valeria?”

“Once or twice,” He laughed a bit, recalling the countless stories you’d told him before already. He dropped your hand just long enough to be able to throw an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him as you walked. “Tell me more.”

“We’re going to see her now actually,” When he looked at you shocked you only grinned. “She’s the one who took me in after I started at Ilvermorny. My mom wasn’t too into the whole magic thing after -”

You stopped again and George knew exactly why. It was the same reason you’d avoided being home for years now. It had been twelve years now since you’d been back and it had taken a lot of convincing along with an argument or two to get you here. He didn’t fail to notice the way you plastered another smile onto your face, pushing the topic to the back of your mind.

“Anyway places like these are called pueblos mágicos [magical towns] by the muggle government. See how every place here is a different color?” You watched as George looked around again, waiting until his attention drifted back to continue. “It’s to symbolize the town’s culture. For some places it’s the history it has, others it's the traditions that have been in place for as long as anyone can remember, and for some it's just the natural beauty they have. They’re called magic because of those reasons. There’s 121 right now all over Mexico but there’s something muggles don’t know about them.”

“What’s that?” George asked before you could say another word. When he caught you holding back a laugh he rolled his eyes playfully before leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Come see for yourself,” You turned down a seemingly normal street until you came to a steep grey staircase that looked like it was built right into the rising hillside.

But you didn’t go up the staircase. Instead you moved to the right side and placed a hand on a statue that sat on the very bottom step. Once again George focused only on your movements as you dropped his hand and traced a swirling pattern on the back of the statue, mumbling a quiet revelio.

There wasn’t a single thing you did that didn’t amaze him and this wasn’t any different. He watched as the stone stairs shifted, morphing into an archway before his own eyes revealing a whole separate part of the town that looked even more alive than the one they’d just snuck to the outskirts of.

“Almost all of them are hiding actual magical communities.” You smiled as you stepped into the shimmering archway, turning around to find George more astonished than ever before. “Well c’mon.”

George had been in awe of everything you’d shown him so far. The view of the sun setting from the peak of the little town your mother lived in. The carefully crafted decorations that hung all over. The sea of colors that blended perfectly together everywhere he looked. The way you lit up with excitement every time he asked you to tell him more about the things and places you grew up around.

This place was different though. It was so much like the places he’d visited as a kid but at the same time it was in a league of its own. There were kids running around and potions shops and small evidence of magic everywhere. But there were also items he didn’t recognize in shop windows and spells being said he hadn’t heard before. He wasn’t too sure he’d ever seen anything like it at all.

“She’s waiting for us,” You said after glancing at the pocket watch that hung on a chain on your own bag. “Trust me, we don’t want to be late.”

George didn’t move though. Instead he bit his lip momentarily before fidgeting a bit and holding on tighter to you. “I’m nervous.”

“You’re nervous? Really?” You couldn’t help but smile as you moved back in his direction.

“Don’t laugh,” As he said the words, though, he let out a laugh of his own. “Fred and I must’ve read practically all her books when we were trying to work out some of the products for the shop. It’s a little intimidating meeting somebody who has their own chocolate frog card.”

“But your own brother has one?”

“He doesn’t count,” George shook his head and gave in and started walking beside you again. He didn’t take in everything just yet, though. “Honestly, do you think she’ll like me?”

You nodded without hesitation. “I know she will.”

It took an extra hour but finally you and George had managed to weave your way through the countless streets until you reached the main square, only stopping to buy little trinkets twice.

The door you walked up to led to a shop that had papel picado decorating the outside of the windows. It wasn’t like the ones you’d seen earlier though. These had little figures dancing across the colored paper, almost looking like they were laughing.

You smiled at the sight of them, memories of helping your aunt make and enchant them flashing through your mind. George’s eyes followed the little figures across the paper and he laughed at the sight of them, “You said she makes them herself right?”

“More than just a world renowned alchemist,” You smirked a bit as you walked into the shop with ease despite the closed sign on the door. “Though I guarantee she’s still going to yell at us for being late so get ready for that.”

It was like it was planned. The moment the words left your mouth was the moment your tias voice rang from the back of the shop. George chuckled at the way you winced and started trudging towards the source.

“Que hora es esta de llegar? Ya pasan de las seis, te dije que llegaras antes de las tres!”

[”What time do you think it is? It’s passed six and I told you to get here before three!”]

“I know, I know,” You sighed as you stepped into the backyard the shop led into. It was covered in plants of all sorts, both magical and non magical. No less than three crups ran back and forth all over the place, the biggest of which barked loudly and ran for you. “Es que este quería ver las ofrendas que pusieron en el pueblo alla afuera. Como le puedia dicer no, iralo, que lindo.”

[“Well this one wanted to see the ofrendas they put up all around the town. How was I supposed to say no, look how cute he is!”]

“Quien -” [“Who -”] She looked up suddenly, forgetting for a moment that you were bringing somebody with you. Almost immediately she sighed and she put down the large steel cauldron she’d been burning some leaves in. “Of course!”

“Tia this is -”

“Don’t bother, mija, I know exactly who he is already,” She walked over and stood beside you, staring at George as if sizing him up despite the fact that she was at least a foot shorter. He couldn’t help but feel as if she was looking into the very depths of his mind and honestly given what he knew about her he wouldn’t be surprised if she was. “Es el marido.” [“He’s the husband.”]

“Novio, tia,” [“Boyfriend, tia,”] You tried to fight the blush that crept up your face as you shook your head quickly. “We’re not quite there yet.”

“Y porque no?” [“And why not?”]

You changed the subject quickly, shooting around to face George again. He could tell you wanted to change the topic but frankly he was curious about the bits and pieces of the conversation he was able to pick up. “George meet -”

“Call me Valeria,” Your aunt immediately waved you off, shooting a momentary glare in your direction, silently telling you the conversation was one you’d be forced to continue later. “Believe me, I’ve heard so much about you, mijo, we hardly need an introduction.”

“Thanks for letting me come visit,” The quickness with which he went from feeling a little nervous to completely at ease surprised him. It felt shockingly similar to being at his own home and he loved it immediately.

“Por supuesto,” [“Of course,”] She shook her head with a smile that faltered for only a second, so fast that he almost didn’t notice it. “I think we all needed this after the year we’ve had.”

“So um,” You gulped a bit at the overwhelming sound of silence that felt much too loud. More memories flashed through your head. This time it was everything you had dealt with during the war. Things you shouldn’t have had to face but ones you did anyway without hesitation. The fights and the training and the dueling and the teaching.

It was all the reason you had gone to England in the first place. What had started off as an assignment turned into something you couldn’t have possibly imagined. Funny enough you didn’t regret parts of it at all.

“Where do we start?”

George had rarely been anxious before in his life. He didn’t like the feeling. Not at all. But as he stared down at all the things he’d brought with him with your assurance that they would do, he found himself slowly pushing the feeling away.

It was especially comforting to feel your presence right next to him despite the fact that you were as anxious as he was. It was your first time celebrating dia de muertos in twelve years. He knew all about your own struggles with accepting what had happened during the first wizarding war all those years ago.

It was then that your father had died in a duel not a couple days before the first defeat. When you were old enough to understand you’d decided immediately you would follow in his footsteps. It was the cause of the rift that had grown between you and your mother, the same one that pushed you and your aunt closer than ever before.

She was the one to support you when you decided to attend Ilvermorny over Castelobruxo. She was the one who had told you stories of your father. She was the one who had seen you off when you left for England and never once judged you for not being able to handle the overwhelming emotions and memories that flooded your mind at the beginning of every November.

And she was the one who stood with you now, helping to prepare the ofrenda that would soon hold pieces of memories you'd been ignoring for twelve years.

“Three levels,” Your voice was soft and a little hoarse as you took George’s hand in yours, each of you feeding off of the feeling of each other. “They represent the underworld, the earth, and the sky.”

You moved to hand George various pieces of papel picado before picking up the purple tablecloth and the white lace for yourself. “Hang these along the edges and above.”

He could easily recall the explanations you’d given him as the two of you had bought the rest of your necessary items earlier. George looked between you and your aunt for a moment before gently touching the tip of his wand to each piece, watching as the little figures came to life right before his eyes. “The wind right?”

“When they blow in the wind it means our difuntos [deceased] have arrived,” Valeria offered him a smile that didn’t quite look completely there before handing him the orange marigolds he’d seen everywhere the last few days. “The charm to get the petals off the cempazúchitl is simple. Scatter the petals up all the way from the front doorway to the foot of the ofrenda.”

George stared at the marigolds in his hands for a few moments, frozen in place. The color was bold and loud and reminded him too much of his brother. There was a bouquet of them sitting on the kitchen table at the Burrow and they were the exact same kind of flower he had left in front of Fred’s grave just a few days before alongside you.

You had told him the meaning of them then and your words echoed through his head now. They’ll help guide him home.

When he came back you’d finished setting up the bottom level with your Tia Valeria finished the highest level. You walked over to him the second he entered the room, wiping the ashes off of your hands before reaching up and setting a hand on his cheek.

George hadn’t realized there were a few tears in his eyes until you gently wiped them away. It was silently that you reached up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips and almost immediately he sighed.

“Are you ready?” You nodded behind you and when he looked he could see your aunt digging out several pictures from a cabinet on the other side of the room. “This is the most important part.”

It took George a few moments before he nodded, eying the bag he’d left in the living room carefully. “I’m ready.”

First came several mismatched cups and two large pitchers of water. Each cup was poured to the top and the pitchers were refilled before they too were set on the middle level. Next was the bread you’d picked up from a bakery, pan de muerto, along with the sugar skulls.

Valeria put down a variety of sweets, ones she said your grandfather, uncles, and various other family members loved. You placed a few bars of a bittersweet chocolate you’d picked up at a store in the muggle part of the plaza earlier on the table. The same ones you could vaguely remember your dad always having stocked in his pockets. George put down a couple chocolate frogs and a box of Every Flavor Beans, the bad ones already picked out.

The three of you laughed together as you put a couple different bottles of alcohol, both magical and non magical, down next. A bottle of Ogden’s Old Firewhiskey brought back more than a few bittersweet memories of Order meetings at 12 Grimmauld Place.

Then it was time for the pictures. One by one photos of family members who had passed were set on the ofrenda. Your grandfather and one of his brothers who had both fought against Grindelwald years ago. Several aunts, uncles, and cousins alike. Your father who’d been a casualty of the first wizarding war.

George held on to the picture of Fred for a second, not daring to look at it just yet. You couldn’t bring yourself to either, you’d been close to both of them after all.

“Let me tell you something my brother, your father, told me when our papa died,” Valeria walked over and took the picture out of George’s hands. It was clear where you got your personality from because she placed one hand on top of your intertwined ones.

The two of you watched as she looked at the picture, smiled, then moved towards the ofrenda.

“Hay que vivir sonriendo para morir contentos,” She set the picture in the very middle right next to the chocolate frogs, a handful of ton-tongue toffees, and a faux wand. “You have to live smiling to die happy. What do you think your brother would say if he was here now?”

George suddenly let out a loud laugh and looked at you, both of you thinking the same thing. “Reckon he’d tell us to snap out of it.”

“Then snap out of it,” Valeria took out her wand and placed it at George’s temple first. “Think of your happiest memory of him.”

George closed his eyes and thought his hardest for the perfect one. When he found it he let out a shaky exhale and nodded. His eyes opened just in time to see a blue whisp at the end of the wand being placed into a vial.

Valeria repeated the same process with you, telling you to think of your dad. Then she took the vials and set them down on the ofrenda. “Memorias, memories, to remind them of how much we love them.” She then motioned towards the single bottle of firewhiskey that was left on the counter and grinned at the two of you.

“Vengan, [Come on,] that bottle isn’t going to drink itself.”

Three days later both you and George felt more at ease than you had in awhile. The celebrations had come and gone and you’d cried a bit, sure, but also laughed and took part in every celebration going on both in the magical part of town and the muggle part.

You’d even gone to visit your father’s grave for the first time since you were just five years old. The strange feeling of being at peace was one you weren’t expecting. One you weren’t sure you’d ever feel again.

But there you were sitting in the middle of your Tia Valeria’s backyard in the dark watching the fireworks dance across the sky for the third night in a row.

“Did I ever say thank you?” George asked from where his head was laying in your lap as your hands ran through his hair. He was focused only on you and chuckled a little when you grew genuinely surprised.

You shook your head, hair falling in front of your face as you looked at him. “For what, mi amor?”

He couldn’t help but grin at the name, now knowing fully well what it meant, and reached for you. “For making it easier. For being there for me when I really didn’t think I could get through it.”

A soft look of complete understanding and affection spread across your face as you took his hand. “You did the same for me, you know.”

“Guess we really did need this then, didn’t we?”

“Yeah,” You nodded, kissing the palm of his hand before letting your head fall onto it. “We did.”

“Any chance we can come back soon?” George laughed again and looked up at the sky, his view a combination of you, the fireworks, and the dozens of the little wooden alebrijes he’d finally given in and bought flying all around. “I quite like it here.”

“Any time you want, mi amor.”

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probably-writing-x · 5 years ago

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Short Distance

Arón Piper x Reader

Request by anon: heyyy I saw you're taking requests again, can I request something where the reader is in a long distance relationship with Aron Piper and she is based in Mexico City since she is Mexican and he has a listening party for the release of Sigo and she surprises him there with the help of his friends :) your writing is so good I literally go on your blog just to reread them because its that good

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Requests are open🤍

“It’s all going to be fine, of course it is!” You encourage down the phone as you stir the pasta in the pot for your dinner, “You’ve planned everything, everyone’s going to be there to celebrate with you. And they’re all going to love the song, Arón.”

He groans and you can just imagine him flopping down onto the bed as he does so, “I’m just not good at stuff like this. I’m an introvert! It’s basically my personality to avoid situations like this!”

You laugh down the line and lean back against your kitchen counter, “You’re an actor! Just act like you’re comfortable and confident and people will believe you.”

“I normally have you here with me to help out, you’re better at this stuff than I am.”

This stuff was referring to the listening party for his new song that he’d been working on and perfecting for months now. Since you were still in Mexico City and he was still back in Spain, you hadn’t seen him in a few months now apart from your regular FaceTimes whenever you had the chance. It killed you that he thought you wouldn’t be there with him... but that would pass soon enough.

“I know babe, but you’ll have all of your friends there and your family.”

“I don’t want any of them,” You can instantly picture the pout on his face.

“You’re killing me Arón!” You laugh, “Now please get some sleep, it’s way too late over there and you and I both know you don’t work well on a lack of sleep.”

“Okay, I miss you,” He sighs through a stifled yawn.

“I miss you too. But it’s not long now, right?” You encourage, feeling the tug at your heart at the thought of not being able to tell him it was a lot sooner than he knew.

You say your goodbyes and hang up the call, instantly feeling the pure regret of not simply telling him that you’d be there tomorrow night. It would be a wonderful surprise, but you wanted nothing more than to ease his stress by being there for him.

It’s then that your phone starts to ring with a call from Omar.

“Honey you better be leaving your flat as we speak - that flight won’t wait for you!” He exclaims down the line, “Are you ready?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m just taking some dinner for the road,” You explain as you dish up your macaroni into a Tupperware box.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He laughs, “I’m not wasting my time on macaroni! Do you want to get to the launch party or not?”

You laugh back, “My Uber has only just arrived, I’m literally walking outside now.”

You only needed a small suitcase and your rucksack as you close up your flat and walk down towards the outside of your building where the car was waiting.

“Okay, do you have your passport? Boarding pass? Keys?”

“We’re not doing this,” You roll your eyes, “I’ve had my bags packed since this morning. I’ll get to the airport with enough time to spare, I’ll get my flight, and I’ll be in Spain with enough time that we’ll have an hour before the launch party even begins. This is going to be fine Omar.”

“I still think you should’ve got the earlier flight,” He defends, “What if your flight is delayed?”

“Positive affirmations Omar! I’ll see you soon, this is going to work out fine!” You encourage, “I’m in the car now, and I live ten minutes from the airport. I’ll text you when I’m there, I’ll keep you updated - okay?”

“Okay, okay, come and surprise your man!” You can practically imagine him grinning proudly down the phone.

- - - - - -

Only a matter of hours later, you’re through all of the typical processes of the flight and you’re just coming in to land on Spanish ground. It’s a relief, having flown through your hours of night to get here, that you were able to sleep on the journey. Thanks to the time difference between here and Mexico City, you were now landing in Spain as the sun was starting to set. It still all felt a bit confusing but the most important thing was that you were now only hours from seeing Arón.

You get through security and passport control before coming out into arrivals and instantly reaching for your phone to call Omar.

“Okay, I’m through, are you at the airport?” You ask, glancing around to search for that familiar face.

“Yeah, yeah, I was just grabbing a coffee, which side of the airport did you come through?”

“I’m right by the sunglasses shop,” You look around you, “And there’s a McDonalds here.”

“Okay, I can see you!” He hangs up instantly after that and you still search around the crowd to find him.

Right up until when he’s ten metres away and his hands stretch out to wrap you in a big hug.

“It’s been way too long!” He chuckles as you stumble back with his force.

“Way too long,” You agree, “Thank you so much for planning this with me.”

“Are you kidding? If it will stop that boy moping around about how much he misses the love of his life, Id do anything,” Omar jokes, grabbing your suitcase, “Now you’ve got a party to get to.”

- - - - - -

It’s hardly a glamorous idea when you and Omar end up stopping at a gas station to use their toilet for you to get ready in. For the black and red dress code, you’d found the perfect outfit to match. But you didn’t have time to get to Omar’s place and get ready before going to the party - so this would have to do. You sort out your hair and general appearance, change your clothes and just about manage to look as you’d hoped you would just as Omar is finishing getting ready too.

“Let’s show that boy what he’s been missing,” Omar grins as he links arms with you and you head back to the car.

Your heart hadn’t stopped racing since you’d first landed from your flight and you were praying that Arón wasn’t suspecting anything so far. He’d sent you a few texts and you’d tried your best to reply to them like normal, eventually ending by saying you were going to work when it would’ve been your normal time to do so in Mexico City.

“God, I’m so nervous,” You admit as Omar drives the last twenty minutes to get to the venue.

You’d be there about an hour after everyone else would’ve started arriving so it would give Arón enough time to mingle with the guests before your surprise.

“It’s fine, he seems like he has no idea.”

You check your phone again to make sure that your phone location was turned off, though Arón would never be the type to check it. But it felt like one less thing to worry about if there was no way he could see where your phone was.

The screen lights up with a text from him.

‘Hey babe! It’s going well so far, hope your shift is going okay x Text me when you get the chance <3’

You smile gently at his words, loving how he’d still thought of you even on a night that was meant to solely be for him.

“Shit is that him?” Omar glances over quickly as he turns at a junction.

“Just checking I’m alright,” You shake your head, “He isn’t suspicious.”

“Ugh you guys are so sweet,” Omar rolls his eyes, “But... we are almost here!”

It’s already dark by the time you get to the venue, the large hired house that they’d booked for the evening. There were a few cars parked outside but most people had booked taxis for the event or were staying over the night - like you and Omar would be. There’s a huge garden out the back of the house that was what made Arón choose this place in the first place, instantly envisioning the idea of having everyone out there after dark like those American frat parties. From the blasting music, you could tell his dream had been made into a reality.

“(Y/n)!” Miguel yells from the door as he sees you step out of the car, he ducks his head back into the house, “Guys she’s here!”

“I did not get this girl from the airport for you to just ruin the surprise with your yelling,” Omar points at him accusingly, a smirk toying at his lips.

Miguel rolls his eyes, “Arón is out the back.”

You let him engulf you in a big hug and watch as Mina, Danna, Ester, Álvaro and Itzan all follow out behind. They greet you all with warm hugs and express how excited Arón would be to see you.

Long distance relationships were never easy, time zones were an absolute killer. But this surprise actually being pulled off would be proof to you that nothing would stand in between that bond you’d found with your boyfriend - even if he lived halfway across the world.

“Alright, what’s the plan?”

- - - - - -

In a few minutes, you’re concealed in the middle of the cast as they make their way through to the garden to find Arón. Somehow, the weird formation works as you find yourself in the middle of their bodies like they were shielding you.

“Hey! Arón!” Álvaro grins as he sees his friend and the group all come to a halt.

Arón stops his conversation with another friend and turns to make his way over, his smile faltering as he sees the weird formation of the group.

“Hey guys! What are you doing?” He laughs, “You look like you’re about to break out into song.”

You admit it to yourself when you see how attractive he looks, wearing the outfit you’d both loved most when he’d tried on the options over FaceTime.

“Just here to support you buddy,” Miguel clasps him on the shoulder, “All your favourite people.”

Arón scoffs, a gesture to himself that there was certainly someone at the top of that list that he was yet to see, “Thanks for coming guys.”

“We actually got you a little present...” Omar wiggles his brows, winking to the rest of the group as they part to reveal you.

You watch as your boyfriend dissolves into shock at the sight, “(Y/n)?”

You grin and find all words seem to fail you in that exact moment, any cute phrase you’d planned on the flight over became completely irrelevant as you became consumed by the excitement of seeing him finally.

He reaches out and grabs you into his arms, lifting you up like it would bring you impossibly closer, “What are you doing here baby?”

“I got a few days off work so I could be here for your big night,” You explain, “I couldn’t imagine missing this.”

He sets you down and glances back at the group of prying eyes, “And you all set this up?”

They grin proudly before Omar speaks up, “We’ll give you two a moment.”

And just like that, it’s the two of you. For the first time in months. His hands on your waist, his eyes focused only on you, and his lips curling into a smile that was brighter than anybody else could get out of him.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” He shakes his head, “I can’t believe I had no idea!”

You laugh and run your hands over the mesh material of his top, “I wanted it to be a surprise.”

He dips his head to kiss you firmly, a kiss that had waited for months longer than he’d ever want it to. He’d spend everyday kissing those lips if he could.

“You flew all the way over here...”

“Well, wherever you go, sigo.”

He laughs that kind of laugh that crinkles his eyes as you reference the title of his song, wrapping an arm around you firmly as he steps around to look at the growing crowd.

“How about we blow off this party huh?”

“Your own launch party?” You scoff, tugging his hand in the direction of his waiting friends, “Our after party can wait Piper...”

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naturepointstheway · 4 years ago

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Faith in a Futile Hope (Life is Strange 2; Parting Ways)

Post Parting Ways ending, takes place up to fifteen years after the events at the border. May or may not have a second part. Daniel attempts to look for his brother in Mexico, knowing all this time that the plan is doomed to fail from the beginning.

Also, constructive feedback well-appreciated; using this as testing grounds before AO3, just to see if people think it goes too fast or too slow or something’s missing. (Also, to see if anyone catches what Sean’s trying to do with his drawings he’s sending to Daniel.)

All I can think of to tag is @msmooseberry, but hmu if anyone else wants to be tagged in future LIS2 fics as well. :)

When they take off Daniel’s ankle bracelet shortly after his 21st birthday, naturally, his first instinct is to take off to look for Sean in Mexico—and he would, but he resists.

He’s smart—he knows this is exactly what the government expects him to do—

So he doesn’t.

(The hell it’s hard not to just buy a plane ticket and go.)

Instead, he fantasises about the day he reunites again with his brother—he’d find him the moment the plane’s wheels hit tarmac, the moment he exits the terminal, and all would be well again.

(Sean still sends letters to Beaver Creek—all redirected now Daniel’s moved back to Seattle. Shit. What’s worse—Sean clearly refusing to imagine Daniel perished in the 2020 plague, or Daniel never being able to assure him for real?)

He has faith that Sean still loves him—even after Daniel leaving him alone at the border—but where is he? Faith and fantasy alone cannot guarantee him ever finding Sean in Mexico.

(He believes anyway. It’s what keeps his hope alive.)

He can wait another year.

He can.

Fuck, it aches to walk past travel agencies or see internet ads boasting cheap holiday plane tickets. He could walk in, or click an ad. Just one step or click and—

And he would cave in, he would book a plane to Mexico on the spot.

And so he doesn’t.

A year passes.

He’s now twenty-two—

And still he resists.

God. It’s torture.

He blocks all travel websites, avoids streets where there are travel agencies. It’s so bad, he’d sooner pass a church that looks eerily like the one in Havenpoint, than trust himself to walk past any travel shop.

Only one envelope from Sean this year—

A drawing—

Of Cassidy and Hannah with a herd of rather adorable-looking llama-like animals behind them. Underneath, Sean had written: “Vicuñas! Warm and fuzzy and stupid adorable.”

It’s not cold comfort, but nor warm and fuzzy, knowing at least Sean isn’t entirely alone. That at least he can see the old gang from Humboldt County.

Lukewarm. Lukewarm comfort.

He lets the weeks and months plod on by, he buries himself deep into his first year of university.

A degree—he really doesn’t care much for his studies (Cs get degrees, as the saying goes), but at least it keeps him distracted enough from just flying off to Mexico.

And so another year passes.

Twenty-three, he still doesn’t quite let himself go yet—

Maybe they’re still watching and waiting, expectant. But it’s been two years, hasn’t it? If he goes, he might not end up leading them straight to Sean.

But…what if he did?

It would be his fault, his doing.

They’d capture Sean, throw him behind bars, probably for life.

All thanks to Daniel.

So he resists, still. The agony is beyond unbearable.

But there’s no way he’s leading the government to Sean—he doesn’t trust them, ankle bracelet or no ankle bracelet.

At least Chris is there to distract him—he’s always there for him. Thank god.

Maybe he’ll go next year, but not this year. It’s too soon, too early.

He wakes up with a start on August 15th—Sean would be thirty now.

Thirty to Daniel’s twenty-three.

He’s never felt so old in his life. He’s twenty-three, and Sean has missed out on being there for all his milestones (so far anyway), for all his teen years.

He would be lying if he said he wasn’t jealous of other people who still had their older brother around. If only he’d never taken Sean for granted.

“I took you for granted, and I’m sorry!” Those words from so many years ago still haunts him.

Unlike Sean, he can’t say sorry for doing the same too.

If only he knew where Sean was now.

If only.

Another couple of drawings and a little photo from Sean: the drawing of a glorious waterfall catches his eye, and he practically frames it on a wall, it’s that stunning. Underneath is written: “Angel Falls—the highest waterfall in the world.”

The other drawing is of a group of adorable little monkeys (“Capuchin monkeys” is written underneath) feeding and resting together. It’s actually quite sweet.

But it hurts all the same. At least Sean’s not wasting his life in a 9-to-5 job that has, amazingly, not yet stolen Daniel’s soul.

It hurts. And he’d be lying if he said there wasn’t a healthy dose of jealousy too.

Still, he waits, biding his time still, waiting for the right moment to go.

And so another year flows on by.

Twenty-four, and he still doesn’t know where Sean is, though he knows he must be alive somewhere.

For Daniel receives a couple of photos and a drawing; the photos both have generic blue skies and tropical greenery in the background, nothing that would identify him as being in any particular country.

The drawing—coloured in this time—is of a couple of yellow flowers; one has a little bee perched on a petal. Underneath are two words: “Ipê-amarelo.”

So where is he?

Is he in Mexico?

How will Daniel find his older brother again?

What plan does he even have beyond “take a plane to Mexico”?

How is he going to do this?

These thoughts stress him so much he gets the old nightmares again.

Of cults, of Lisbeth, of Sean with glass in his eye, of borders and vigilantes who hunted them.

Of being trapped in burning churches, being forced to endure punishment for his “sins”, of being trapped in a prison cell and not knowing where he is.

Chris insists that he has to go to Mexico, if not to give him some peace of mind, to give him something in his search. Surely by now, the government has moved on.

Chris tells Daniel he hates to see him in so much internal torture over going to Mexico or not—and he must. It’s not healthy for him to keep forcing himself to stay here in the USA, always wondering, never searching.

Sean would not want him to torture himself like this—

The road is scary, and Daniel is too comfortable in his little corner of the USA to venture outside.

He’s not like Brody, nor his mother, nor his brother—he has little desire to brave it out and travel.

The traumatic journey from Seattle to the border of Mexico all those years ago hadn’t helped matters at all.

But if he stays here, he’ll forever wonder if Sean is in Mexico, or elsewhere.

And so maybe Chris really is right, he really should go to Mexico.

If but for the peace of mind, to let him go on the journey he has to go on. Even if he doesn’t find Sean, at least he’ll know he tried.

So he finally caves in. He books a plane for next year—2032.

It is now 2032—he goes in August, books in a holiday for two weeks, the second-to-last day not-so-accidentally coinciding with Sean’s birthday.

Surely, two weeks is enough time to drive around Mexico (he can rent a car and just drive around the place), and somehow run into Sean.

Mexico isn’t a big place, at least not compared to the United States. But Daniel wonders if Sean is even still in Mexico; it’s been fifteen years, he could have gone anywhere.

Surely he’s wandered far from Puerto Lobos by now—maybe he’s just as likely in Canada as he is at the tip of South America, where only the wide cold ocean separated him from Antarctica.

But at least for now he has to believe, has to hope that Sean’s still somewhere in Mexico. It’s a big, big planet, and he doesn’t know if he has enough bravery to go through dozens of foreign countries just to look for his brother.

It was one thing for Sean to look for him in Nevada—at least that was a place, one next door to California—but at least he’d had an idea where Daniel was at the time.

Now? Daniel may as well throw three darts at the world map and pick the first three countries to try to look for him.

Mexico was as good as any place to start—it made sense anyway, seeing as Sean had always wanted to go there.

He could only hope that he wasn’t about to waste two weeks and a few grand only to find no sign of Sean.

He lands at Aeropuerto Internacional de Ciudad Obregon, and it isn’t the most flattering of places, the little town where he ends up staying for a couple days, but at least he’s here in Mexico. The buildings are sparse and plain, and there is little greenery to see, but the sky is as blue here as it is in Arizona across the border. The houses make him think of matchboxes and lighters and little motels huddled away in some isolated corner of Nevada.

If only he could have taken his own car down here, but he couldn’t, so he’d had to rent one for a fixed price per day—at least his office job back in the States paid him enough to be able to afford this. He can’t exactly live in it like he’d seen people do, but it gives him something to work with regardless.

He can’t help the anxiety that overwhelms him as he navigates a language not his own, but a language that was his father’s and his brother’s. Part of him wants to smack his past teenaged self for refusing to ever learn Spanish, after his brother had tried to use him to cross the border. Instead, he had learned French, much to his grandparents’ delight—both had learned French as high-schoolers back in the day, and were more than happy to help him out, even if they were a little rusty.

Now French was next to useless here in Mexico, and Daniel doubts that Sean was in France or in some other nation like Canada where French was one of the main languages.

Ironically, Chris had been the one to learn Spanish—he would’ve been a very useful presence right now.

Nevertheless, at least Daniel is in Mexico, and Puerto Lobos is not far away, Daniel being able to make his way northward, toward the same border Sean had crossed so many years ago.

Maybe he’s in Puerto Lobos, he hopes, even if some part of him tries to reason that after fifteen years, he might not even be there anymore. Or…maybe he’s moved somewhere along the coast?

Mexico was a bigger place than he had realised: perhaps its small size compared to the US had somewhat tricked him. Its border alone touched four states from west to east: California, Arizona, New Mexico, and Texas. It wasn’t exactly a small island nation stranded in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.

But no way Daniel was going to give up—and so he made his way up the west coast, the Gulf of California appearing and disappearing from view depending on what road he ended up on. Maybe, just maybe, he would see Sean along the way.

He can’t help but stop for a good part of a day at Punta Chueca, walking barefoot in the warm sand, the sun hot on his shoulders (it was tank top weather), sitting down at midday to have lunch, and then—fuck it—might as well have a swim too. At least he’d brought along swimwear just in case. He ponders the island of Isla Tiburon, which looks so close he imagines he could just swim right across to it. And he wonders if Sean might be on this island too, but he wants to stay on the mainland, keep going up the west coast.

It’s sort of a blessing that the places he passes through are so small, and it shouldn’t be that hard a task to find Sean, if he was still here. And that was a big if.

At least he’s now less than a day’s trip away from Puerto Lobos.

Puerto Lobos greets him with soaking sunshine, lulling bright blue ocean that melts into the cloudless sky, and a tan, sandy beach that seems to go on forever. It is a lot smaller than he expected it to be; somehow, Sean had made it sound like this big, wide world where he could just get lost and never be found again.

Instead, it’s a little village, perched on the coast of Mexico, forever gazing out at Baja California that appears nothing more than a hint of land like damp watercolour smudged across a blue canvas. There is one little hotel here, with just a few rooms and one staff member who does all the things, but Daniel doesn’t mind. At least he can stop here for a day or so, and drive up and down Puerto Lobos to look for Sean.

He doesn’t know why it disappoints him so deeply when he doesn’t find Sean at all—he’d even shown the photo to some people, and they’d all shrugged or shook their heads, not recognising the man with the black glass eye. Did Sean even still have a black glass eye, or had he replaced it with another colour, or even something that more closely resembled his remaining eye?

It doesn’t take long before Puerto Lobos’ width and breadth is exhausted in his search, but Daniel doesn’t let himself give up—yet. He still has another week or so; nevertheless, he spends the self-same night just staring at a map of Mexico, drawing with bold marker how far he’s been now.

It isn’t that impressive. It’s barely even much of the west coast, and this fills him with a sense of something dropping into the pit of his stomach, and he lets his head rest on the map, closing his eyes, feeling he could just fall asleep here from sheer exhaustion and burn out.

I can’t possibly search all of Mexico in two weeks…how am I supposed to search the world?

He wishes that Sean had at least sent a hidden address to their mom’s P.O. Box, but then he might have forgotten it, or hadn’t wanted anything more to do with Karen. Daniel had asked Jacob through Sarah Lee again and again, but Sean had never sent him an address either.

Nobody, not even their mom, seemed to have an idea where Sean was—not even a cellphone number to call.

It really, really wasn’t helping at all—and he knows now that it would take nothing short of a miracle to find him; if he can’t find him in Puerto Lobos of all places, then where the hell could Daniel look for him?

He doesn’t go any farther north than Puerto Lobos—he doubts that Sean would’ve wanted to be anywhere near the border.

And so Daniel returns to Ciudad Obregon, and he has but a few precious days left to venture southward this time, but with less enthusiasm than before.

He’s not going to find Sean.

He’s never going to find him here—

He could be anywhere in Mexico or the world—if Mexico felt so vast and endless now, how would South America, much less North America and Canada, then feel to Daniel?

This planet is just…way too big.

The towns south of Ciudad Obregon remind him again of the ones he’d seen farther north, and agriculture dots the landscape everywhere he looks. Daniel is sure Sean would never live in many of the little villages he passes through, but he keeps his eyes out anyway—

And suddenly, it’s time to go home—

He hadn’t even covered the entire west coast of Mexico.

When the 15th August comes around, Daniel has given up the search, and instead chooses to spend his day around Playa Huatabampito.

He wishes he could enjoy the palm trees, the setting sun, the lapping waves, and soft, cooling sand as much as the beachgoers here.

But he cannot, because now it’s all over.

It’s over.

Two weeks.

He had failed to find Sean.

All that money he’d wasted on a childish hope, a fantasy only found in fairy tales and fiction.

Today was Sean’s 32nd, and Daniel had failed to be there to surprise him for his birthday.

What a stupid, foolish man he was, to have fallen for his own naïve hopes and dreams—

The dream he’d find Sean in Mexico was as real as any he ever experienced in sleep. He’d fallen for his own stupid naivety, so gullible to believe and fall for his own convictions.

Of course he wasn’t ever going to find his brother. Mexico was way smaller than the USA, but that didn’t mean he’d find Sean any easier. Fuck. He could be anywhere on the fucking planet.

Would Daniel have to search the literal ends of the world for even the tiniest hopes of ever finding Sean? How many years could that take?

Either way—he had failed.

Maybe it would have been better if he’d never tried.

He should give up—there was a reason reunions between long-lost relatives happened only in movies and children’s books. Besides, would they even recognise each other now? He’d forgotten Sean’s voice.

Daniel stares out at the watery sun sinking into the distant horizon, drowning in the ocean, helpless. The otherwise soothing rhythm of the lapping waves does nothing to console him. It only hurts, thinking how in another time, in another life, he could’ve been here—or hell, in Puerto Lobos—enjoying the warm Mexican summer with his brother, perhaps even sharing a beer and pizza together.

But no.

He was alone now.

He’ll never see Sean again. Ever.

Daniel fumbles around for the sketchpad and pen he’d been carrying around since he’d landed here in some stupid hope that just having them in his backpack will give him la suerte—the luck—he needs to find Sean.

Placing the sketchpad on his crossed legs, he opens it to a new blank page, settling back against the lone palm tree behind him. He clicks the pen, a stark image of a lone little wolf cub howling at a bright full moon burning in his mind’s eye. After a few false starts, he begins sketching, the ghost of a wolf form emerging on the page. The world around him collapses to the wolf, like it was the only thing in existence, but for the whoosh of lapping waves, the wind striking his bare arms, and the soft warm sand under him.

When he finishes the sketch, he taps his pen on the page, thinking of a title to go with it. After a few seconds it finally comes to him, writing three words under the wolf’s little paws:

“The Lone Wolf”.

He stays very still, staring at the lone wolf cub howling at a cold, uncaring full moon. A drop of water blots the wolf’s front paw. He tears out the page, closing and dumping the sketchbook on the sand next to him.

“I—I wish I knew where you are. But now I know. I’m never gonna find you.” Daniel swipes his hand over his eyes. “You could be anywhere—and—we wouldn’t recognise each other anyway, right? I don’t even remember your voice anymore, Sean. I’m not even sure how to feel about that.”

It’s weirder still to think that the last time Sean had heard his voice, he still had the high lilt unique to a child’s. Or that his face was forever ten years old in his memory.

Daniel had grown into a full adult man, and yet, in Sean’s memories, he’s forever frozen in time as the ten-year-old he’d left behind. Sean had never seen him grow up into teen-hood, never had the chance to tease him when his voice broke, nor joke that he’ll never be as tall as Sean, nor ever make fun of the scant “beard” he managed at best. He never even saw him dress up for his first prom, go on his first date, discover his sexuality, or even graduate. To his surprise, his high-school graduation had felt bittersweet—yes, his grandparents and even his mother had been there, but…it was still not right for Sean to be absent, to not be there to be proud of him, to see him graduate high school.

Whether prom or graduation, he’d have given anything to have had Sean around.

Now, Daniel had not only robbed himself of having his older brother around, he’d also robbed Sean of watching him grow up into the young man he is today.

God.

It’s—

It’s enough to make him want to scream at the unfairness, to shout “Why?!” at the deaf, mute fates, to make him want to sob until his throat is raw, until his tears dry up and leave him an exhausted, shaken mess.

And so he—

And so he curls up into a ball, pressing his lower back into the tree trunk, pulling his knees up to his chest, burying his face in his arms, only the silent shuddering of his shoulders betraying his state. He feels the paper flutter from between his fingers, but doesn’t care. Let it fly over the sand, roll into the waves, disintegrate in the foam—like he cared.

It didn’t matter anymore.

He’d never, ever see Sean again.

It’s not like he can repeat his teen years over again, so what was the point? He was twenty-five, what more could Sean miss, short of engagement and marriage and graduation from university?

What even was the point if Sean wouldn’t even see him cross the stage for his undergraduate degree? If Sean would never see him marry the love of his life? If Sean would never see him promoted in some nebulous dream career?

They’d all be tainted with the knowledge he had robbed Sean of seeing him grow up, seeing him succeed in life—

All because of a second of impulse, a moment of panic, of not wanting to hurt anyone else—not even the policemen at the border who would have killed him and Sean without remorse.

And now he knew: he had no choice but to give up.

And now tomorrow…

Tomorrow, he will return to the USA, none the wiser about Sean’s whereabouts in Mexico, let alone the whole world.

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First Kiss

Aron Piper x reader

a/n: i’m not a writer, but someone asked for a part 2 so there it is. Enjoy! 🌿

warning: languag and maybe bad writing.

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Since Y/n and Arón met, almost a month prior, they talked and talked and she never thought Arón would show up as such an interesting and funny guy that will keep her up till early on the morning and will care about her. It turned into a habit to text each other early in the morning to wish a good day and a good night, even in the busiest days. When one of them isn’t able to text, it feels strange even to their own phones not to have their names between the notifications. They talked about everything and nothing really serious, they started to discover each other, their preferences and weird habits; but she is feeling like she’s just there for him to kill his boredom.

They even hangout at the coffee shop once, with Miguel, Aitana, Álvaro and Ester. And they talked as if there weren’t those people around, they smiled so bright at each other and he was fascinated and dedicated all his attention to her. She thought that maybe after so many conversations, he would do something; she was expecting a kiss, a small sign, anything. But all the courage in the world if it would be channelized over him, he still wouldn’t be brave enough to make a move. Arón is more of an introvert and he doesn’t open up so easily to strangers, no matter how incredible smart and beautiful they are. He’s shy and it took him a whole week to convince himself that texting her was a brilliant idea and a few extra minutes to press that button to follow her on Intagram.

They just hugged tight and said their goodbyes, but Y/n just didn’t want to give up. Because of Miguel and her new best friend, Danna, she had many opportunities to see him. Y/n showed up sometimes on set with shitty excuses and he even invited her to drink more coffees together in his free time and she couldn’t refuse him, not a single time.

She realised that beyond the TV show both of them love, and now that Spanish rap thing he somehow made she like it, he understands her in a way no one can. Miguel understands Y/n, undoubtedly, but the way Arón did, no other person would ever be capable on doing it that way. It’s unique how he tells her the perfect words when her thoughts starts drowning again in the gazillion of worries. He always manages to put a stupid smile on her face, no matter how dark were the days. Just by seeing him smoking beside a window or hearing his laugh, her heart would come off their normal heartbeat.

She couldn’t find a proper job here and almost two months she worked so hard on a shitty salary until she gave in and accepted Arón proposal of talking with his agent. After a few meetings and some photos sent to some fashion houses that were looking for models, Y/n finally had the chance to do something she always wanted to do; she posed for some small, local fashion houses. Nothing much, but she buyed the apartment she dreamed of since she arrived in Madrid. In trying to connect with the urban agglomeration that feeds the tempestuous monster inside her, she lives now in the heart of Madrid, with Gran Via – the busiest street from Madrid – just under her balcony.

Actually it’s just a small flat at the last floor of the building, with access on the rooftop where she decorated a small terrace with plants and made it a perfect place for watching the sunset or hanging out with some friends. The flat is white and old, matching her old-fashioned soul, with many plants and small coloured little things to give some life to it. Y/n likes small places and the feeling of everything having a specific spot, no unoccupied space. Because being in a big place with so much vacant spaces makes her anxious and thinking that there is no one to full that emptiness, makes her heart break every time.

She’s not much of a drinker, every alcoholic drink she ever consumed was chosen by Miguel and because she wanted to throw herself a “new house” party, Y/n asked Miguel for help to made everything perfect. She didn’t invited many people, just Miguel’s friends from the cast of Elite and some friends – Miguel’s friends – from surfing, but not they we’re available. Y/n couldn’t call them her friends, only Miguel’s because she really doesn’t feel to call them that way. The only person she created a bonding and a beautiful friendship is Arón.

For Arón, Y/n wasn’t just Miguel’s best friend anymore, she was her friend too and the woman he slowly was starting to feel something deep and real. He still remembers every word and joke she ever said to him and their conversations were playing in his head all day and all night and in the most inappropriate moments. He was on set one day and instead of his lines, all he could remember was her words to him when he said to her she has the most weird and interesting humour. Arón had troubles on his shootings also because when he really needed a blank face, he couldn’t help his stupid wide smile.

As Y/n is still making the alcoholic punch and dreams with her eyes wide open at the sweet and caring Arón she discovered lately, Miguel is barely breathing because of the heavy bags of snacks and beers from his hands and the endless number of stair in front of his. She helped Miguel to enter the flat, but he needed a few minutes to catch his breath before to express his amazement.

“Seriously, chica, it was really needed that many stairs?” that was his first words before y/n laughed at him and hugged tight. She beckoned towards the terrace and let him admire the panorama of Madrid and the sundown as she organise the junk food and alcohol in the little kitchen. “Joder, what a view! Me gusta ahora, no more words!”.he stepped out of the balcony and accompanied her in the kitchen that already felt overcrowded.

She stumbled over his feet in trying to prepare the little details to bring them up on the terrace so Miguel offered to do anything else than just to stare at her. He helped her hang the christmas lights around the terrace and connect the laptop to the speakers.

The music is resonating silently in the apartment when Danna arrived and the volume just grows with every person coming in. Danna asked for a small tour to escape a little from Jorge and she let Miguel to play the host. She is really happy for her friend, she knows how hard it is to came in Spain from the American continent and have your life packed up into some bags and move around from place to place.

“Chica, this place looks amazing! It literally screams your name! You fit perfectely in the landscape. And this view, amazing!” Danna smiled and hugged her tight while the others were making comfortable on the terrace. A few days and the shooting for the Season 3 of Elite will be finished and Danna would have to go back in Mexico to see her family.

”It’s the perfect place I could have find, really. When I go to work I can walk, and It’s suitable because I hate memorising, especially public transport.” everyone laughed as they arrived on the rooftop and Álvaro handed her a beer as she stood on a chair next to Itzan and with her back at the door.

“Say it right, you love this place because KFC is five feet away.” a voice heared behind her and turned to face the owner. Arón was in the door’s threshold, looking so cute while he approaches to place the pack of cigarettes and the lighter on the coffee table. He tried to maintain his serious expression, but almost failed when he saw her laughing with his dearest friends, with her hair loosed on her back and holding a beer without even drinking from it. He knows she doesn’t like to consume much alcohol, especially such drinks as beers.

She couldn´t help but smile bright, and ignore those stupid butterflies flying in her stomach, making it feels like someone is tickling her from inside. She stood up and embraced him tight, Arón immediately accepting it. He squeezed her in his arms even tighter, for every day they haven’t seen or talked. That gesture made her melt and just fall into his arms, standing there maybe too long. Those arms feels like home for her, all she wants is to make somehow this man the happiest he have ever been because he deserves it. “I missed you, tonta!” he wispered before he pulled out from the hug and let her to embrace the coldness his body left behind.

“Perdona me, I’ve had a shooting for the GQ magazine this evening. I wasn’t expecting to take me so long.” he said then started greeting everyone. That was actually a lie, he knew he was going to be late because he couldn’t focus to maintain the expression that the photographer wanted to because all over his face was painted a dumb smile and all because of her.

Everyone was dancing, drinking and having a good time, expecially Omar that wanted to be the DJ. Danna and Ester danced all night beside her or were filming for some insta stories. But when Arón made his way on the improvised dancefloor, he danced beside Y/n, smoked or drank one of the cocktails Miguel made, she didn’t wanted the night to end, just wanted to feel his hands over her shoulders and her stomach jumping at his touch over and over again.

At some point Omar changed completely the music and played Vicio, the song that Arón recorded with Gregory Palencia, the song she is so obsessed with. Y/n discovered this one day scrolling down a fanpage dedicated to Arón and was in her history on youtube and her most played song on Spotify.

When his solo came, he started singing,but he could barely do that properly because as much as he looks at the woman beside him, couldn’t hide his happiness. Y/n is speechless and tries so hard to focus on anything else than his lips and to hold her stupid desire to kiss him. With a cigarette in the right hand, he comprised her cheeks with both hands and sang to her, only for her. When he wrote those lyrics with Gregory, he thought about how he would feel when he would met the person that fits his expectations, could help him achieve his dreams. And as the days passes with Y/n by his side, he starts to understand more and more that she is the woman he has been writing about.

“She is my girl, she is my queen. she is my popstar

Mezclando sus emociones con el vodka

Si no la conoces piensas que esta loca

She is my love, she is my bae, she is my popstar

Ella es mi vicio, ella es mi droga

Ninguno me la controla”

Y/n froze there, with his hands on her cheeks, him looking into her eyes as she felt abashed, but also as if she has been on drugs; y/n isn’t used to this kind of things. But who the fuck is? She couldn’t get used to the strange feeling those little animals from her stomach are forcing her to endure every time she sees him, but in that moment, Y/n felt even worse. Her stomach curled into a huge ball and the lump in her throat threatens to bother her all night.

She tried to look away, but he just didn’t allow her to escape from the prison of his eyes. He was singing that to her, only for her and wanted Y/n to feel at least as half as special as he feels because of her. But she was lost, Y/n couldn’t process the sounds around her anymore and her eyes dropped on his lips and stared at them, trying to decipher what he was singing.

As soon as the song ended, under everyone’s eyes, she ran towards the kitchen and grabs a beer from the fridge, almost drank all of it from a sip. She needed to drink that fucking lump away and kill somehow the ball of emotions that formed inside her stomach. Arón frowns and can’t help to question himself if he did something wrong. Was this inappropriate?

He remained in the middle of the improvised dance floor and watches her as she wipes away her forehead kind of wiping away the latest incidents. His heart dropped at the thought that Y/n was maybe regretting it. He wasn’t, and if the drinks combined with the joint weren’t clouding his judgement, he would have done everything the same, adding in the end a kiss so she wouldn’t question his feelings.

Her cheeks were on fire and was trying to find out what the fuck just happened. Everyone was looking strangely at her, but couldn’t help and let that stupid smile. Arón relaxed his body and smiled at her too, he understood she is as nervous as he is, but she needs somehow to express her feelings otherwise she would explode.

“Okay chicos, let’s play some poker.” Arón drawn everyone’s attention as she laughes. This boy and his poker games.

She shakes her head and follows them up to the rooftop. The terrace is lightened by the Christmas lights, and the moon is watching them, besides the gazillions of stars. Madrid never slows down, deep in the night she still could hear the honks and the noisy engines running down the street. She loves this place and nothing in the wide world could make her go back to LA. Yes, America is cool and all, but she has been living there in fear because of all the bombings and shootings. She was never really living the “American dream”, but she prefers “la vida loca” that Spain allowed her to live for now.

“Why? You wanna quit smoking and don’t know how?” her sarcasm was an assurance for him that everything is alright. She saw the look on his face when she ran away from him; he was worried. The rest laughed and he playfully pointed his middle finger at her.

Here, with these amazing people, she felt the happiness on a superior level. Everyone laughing and Arón constantly looking at her while playing and playfully trying to look at her cards, made her laugh so hard that her cheeks hurts again. Bonding a friendship with these people made her happy. Being able to share something like this with them, made her happy.

Of coure they played with cigarettes instead of money and since the last time when Miguel borrowed her cigarettes to play, she got herself two packs just in case she might play again. No, she hoped when she was buying those packs that they would play again. Y/n is not a smoker, but standing beside Miguel or Arón while smoking it didn’t bothered her much at all. She finds sometimes the smell interesting and happily breathed it in.

Some rounds later, after she won almost another two packs, and let Arón speechless, the curly boy surprisingly run out of cigarettes. Even he was amazed and though he needed to quit the game, he still wasn’t ready to declare himself defeated.

“OK, it’s not a big deal, right? The winner of this round can give me a dare. How does this sounds?” he tried to make a trade with all of them and the rest agreed, the rest but Y/n.

“He’s allowed to do that?” she asked, raising her eyebrows. She’s not a usual poker player, but she knows some rules.

“Well, he is kinda pissed because he lost two games in a row, give him peace.” Miguel laughed and then smiled while accepting Arón’s middle finger.

For the first time, she wished that she would lose this round. Before now, Y/n felt that winning every round would win a few glances from Arón’s and maybe a few steps closer to him. But she couldn’t give him dares! She’s so lame at that kind of things, hew imagination is deplorable, especially after the two beers affected her brain. And she did lost, gladly. However Jorge won and because of the glances he gave her after he collected the cigarettes, made her fear his mind. Danna knows about Y/n being so in love with Arón and she’s now so sure that Jorge knows too. She picks up the beer and started to drink while Jorge gave him the dare, not to look so stressed about it.

“Hm, Arón, I dare you to give the winner of the game siete minutos en el cielo.”

But gladly for Y/n game ended and no one knew who the winner is or who they should crown them, so Omar and Mira started a discussion about the previous day on the set, wich Itzan missed and they we’re telling him how Álvaro told “Erla” instead of Carla and Arón calling Itzan’s character “Suamuel”.

Laughs were being heard from the terrace while Y/n accompanied Ester and Álvaro through the door and thanked them for coming. After she hugged both of them, leads to take another beer from the fridge when Arón approaches, with an empty beer bottle in his hand. He leaves it on the counter, very close to her waist, but he refused to move his arm.

“I think I owe you siete minutos en el cielo.” She found out recently that him speaking spanish could turn her on, but this time she decided to leave her hand out of her business.

“But I didn’t won the game.” She frowned at him, standing in the same position, none of them daring to move any centimetre.

“Well, that’s it!” he shrung his shoulders. “You are the only one in this house that I want to have ‘seven minutes in heaven’ with.” he decided to spoke his mind out this time. Or maybe the beers decided.

“Or you just want the cigarettes I won, gilipollas!” she responded with a confidence she didn’t knew she has been possessing it, trying not to the her tongue tangle while spelling the Spanish word.

“Seriously? Gilipollas? That’s what Miguel thought you in spanish?” he laugh though she were trying to remain serious.

“Actually, Omar did.” she smiled trying so hard to look him in the eyes, but her sight stuck on his lips. She could hear his breathing and also their hearts beating together, in unison.

“Fine, maybe I want the cigarettes.” he said, and started to lean towards her. Y/n’s mouth is dry and she’s trying so hard not to tremble under his touch. But when their lips almost touched, he stopped and whispered into her ear, making her skin shiver: “or maybe I just can’t get you out off my mind, neither you nor your damn lips.”

Y/n gently leans in and finally seales Arón's warm lips. They pull apart and take shaky, shallow breaths. Unable to contain themselves anymore, Arón holds her head in his hands and pulls her into a fiery and passionate kiss. Her hands work their way around his body, feeling each crevasse, each line along his perfect physique. His lips fits perfectly on hers and she could tell he tastes like cigarettes, beer and mint, a trio that now became her favourite. Adrenaline is pumping in Y/n’s veins, but it’s nothing rushed, they take all the time from the world to explore each other and let the emotions cross the bridge that their connected lips built.

Arón matches her body's form, his hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart, desperately craving for air and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. He's full of wonder and love, Y/n's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated.

But they closed their eyes again and preferred just to stand there, with foreheads pressed. The reality could wait a couple more minutes, but Miguel couldn’t. He started whistling, but none of them give a fuck. Nothing mattered that time. She finally kissed the boy that she’s in love with and couldn’t hold the bright smile anymore. They smiled at each other, being held in their own world just created.

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'A soft place to settle': Clintonville family fosters unaccompanied minors from Honduras

At first, Andi Mocharski was intimidated by the idea of fostering older children, especially those who weren't fluent in English.

The Clintonville mother of four adopted children had only ever fostered younger kids who grew up speaking English, and the ones she was about to welcome into her home were a 10-year-old girl and a 14-year-old boy from Honduras.

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But it was more than that: They were unaccompanied minors who crossed the U.S-Mexico border alone. Their mom was still living in a camp there, and their father had been murdered.

Although Mocharski was nervous before the children moved in with her family in November, everything worked out fine.

Mocharski family fosters two children from Honduras

"Immediately they just kind of settled in," Mocharski said of the two children her family began to sponsor — the technical term for families who take in unaccompanied minors— right before Thanksgiving.

The kids oohed and aahed over the holiday turkey, reveled in hiking at Hocking Hills and found joy in the Columbus Zoo and Aquarium and the Franklin Park Conservatory.

They jumped on the family's trampoline, went to the local skatepark and dressed up with Mocharski's children — Jack, 7; 12-year-old twins Noah and Adam; and Caroline, 16 — asking Mocharski to draw lightning bolts on their foreheads and saying spells, magic wand in hand, just like Harry Potter.

"They're just really normal kids," Mocharski said. "They love to do normal things."

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The children, who are not being identified out of concern for their safety, crossed the US-Mexico border several months before the Mocharski family met them. They were sent across without their mother, who remained behind in a camp as part of the Trump administration's "Remain in Mexico" protocol for those seeking asylum in the United States.

Their father had been murdered by gang members in Honduras, causing the family to flee north in hopes of finding safety in America, Mocharski said.

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Kelly Porter, a Columbus native who began volunteering at the border in 2019 when the "Remain in Mexico" policy began, was the one who made the connection between the children and Columbus.

"I knew the mother from the camp and, like many parents, with despair they send their kids ahead to family or friends," said Porter, who is the founder ofLove Without Lines, an organization that assists migrants at the border. "Mexico, especially border towns, are not safe places and at this time there were a lot of kidnappings going on. So their mother sent them up to be with friends in Houston."

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Since October 2020, more than 47,000 unaccompanied children have crossed the border, according to U.S. Customs and Border Protection. Under President Joe Biden, children are being allowed into the country, but many adults are not due to a COVID-19-related policy begun under Donald Trump in March 2020 and continued by Biden.

Although the children's story of crossing the border alone is a common one lately, these children's path once they entered the United States is not.

Once unaccompanied minors enter the country, they are taken into custody by Customs and Border Protection and then transferred to the care of the Office of Refugee Resettlement (ORR), according to the federal agency. From there, a sponsor is located to take care of the children until — and if — they can be reunited with their parents.

Most children crossing the border are coming to live with someone they know in the United States, said Mocharski. They are placed by the ORR first with a parent or legal guardian, or, if that's not possible, with a close relative.

The last resort is a distant relative or an unrelated adult, such as Mocharski, according to the ORR. Some children stay in ORR custody for long periods of time.

"Their somebodies didn't work out for them," Mocharski said of the children from Honduras.

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Their mother begged Porter to help in any way she could.

"She came to me crying one day ... so I called my friend Amy," Porter said.

Coming to Columbus

Amy Bradley, of Clintonville, and her husband, Chris, organized a way for the kids to come to Columbus and stay with the couple and their own two children.

"The kids were going to end up basically in foster care, perhaps separated," said Bradley, who has a background in social work and was able to get clearance from children's services in Texas to send the kids to live with her. "It was an emergency situation, and we knew we didn't want them going into foster care with the possibility of being separated."

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They lived for three months with the Bradleys before moving in with the Mocharskis after Bradley's mother-in-law got COVID-19 and needed more care from the family.

The Mocharskis' lives have been changed by welcoming two Honduran children into their home for about six months, Mocharski said.

"This has been something we're going to remember forever," said Mocharski, adding that the children will finish out the school year before going to Texas to be reunited with their mother, who crossed the border recently and now is in the process of seeking asylum.

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Mocharski said she first learned about the kids in early November when she got a call from someone at the church the family attended, First Unitarian Universalist on the North Side. Jan Phillips, facilitator for the church's racial and immigration justice group, told Mocharski that there were two children who needed a new place to stay — would the Mocharskis take them in?

At first, Mocharski said she tried to find anyone else to take the children. She already had four of her own, and the family lived in a Clintonville home with one bathroom.

"I wanted to make sure wherever they landed they were going to get the best care," Mocharski said.

Then, she talked to her husband, Jim, and she said they knew deep down that their family was probably the best place for the children.

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"We kind of knew how to get settled and knew the steps to give kids a soft place to settle," she said, adding that all four her own children were fostered and then adopted. "Once you've done it, you kind of know."

Sharing the trauma

As they became more comfortable in their new home, the kids also began to share some of their trauma and grief with the family, she said. The boy often wanted to talk at night, using Google Translate to communicate his feelings to Mocharski, though his English has improved since he arrived.

Losing their father and then being separated from their mother has been hard on the children.

"We kind of had to take it day by day, hour by hour," Mocharski said. "I felt like I needed to protect them."

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The whole experience has become a way for the Mocharskis to show their own children their values, she said.

"There's always room for somebody," she said. "There's enough love to go around."

When the family took the kids in, they didn't know about their history or the trauma they had faced in their home country or during their journey to the United States, she said. Right away, Mocharski found the children a therapist, her family started learning Spanish and Caroline gave up her room for a small alcove off the kitchen, so the siblings could have their own space to share.

Caroline said she has enjoyed having the other kids in her home, and it has taught her to have gratitude for what she has.

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"They came here and they were like, 'Meat! You have meat!'" Caroline said. "They were just very excited."

She remembers going grocery shopping with them and the wonder they experienced at all of the options in the store.

First Unitarian Universalist members donated gift cards and meals, and Mocharski started a GoFundMe page to help purchase things the children needed, including clothing and healthcare, since they do not have insurance.

The ongoing fundraiser, called "A Healthy Home For Unaccompanied Minors,"has a goal of $30,000, and Mocharski wants to send the kids to Texas with whatever else is raised.

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Two weeks ago, the children got to see their mother, who came to Columbus and spent a week in an Air BnB with them. They are finishing the school year in Columbus at Fugees Academy, a private school for refugee children on the Northeast Side, before they go to live with her and be a family once again.

In the meantime, Mocharski has been happy to welcome them into her family.

"I feel like we were in the right place at the right time for these kiddos," Mocharski said.

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seelaa26 · 4 years ago

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7. Compass

“If I don’t have you with me I’m alone, you know I never know which way to go. I think I need you with me for all-time, when I need new direction for my mind. I’ve got something to confess; I’d keep you in my pocket to use. You’re my only compass. I might get lost without you”

After living alone in Las Vegas for a while, I could safely say that I could already feel at home. Obviously, I missed my family and friends but the new path I was taking, was the right one. So, when Grissom told me at the start of the shift that I was going to handle a new case on my own, I couldn’t believe it. Grissom thought I had learned enough to trust me with something like that. He wanted to see me fly by myself and that kind of trust placed in me, meant a lot. Evidently, I was still an intern, not an official CSI, so everything would be supervised by my colleague on this case, Sara Sidle.

I put the field kit in the trunk and opened it to check that I was missing nothing. Warrick parked his car next to mine and when he got out he came over to greet me with a caress on the back.

-What are you doing?

-Checking the field kit –I answered him with a smile- See something missing?

-Evidence bags, gloves, tape, fingerprint dust, flashlight, magnifying glass.. No, I don’t see anything missing although in the field you really only need three powders; black, magnetic and dragon’s blood.

-I know, but I want to be prepared –I closed the kit with excitement- Grissom wants me to lead this case, with Sara’s supervision but still it’s a big step.

-¡That’s great! –Warrick smiled and gave me a little hug- That means that he’s seeing progress and believes in you. I know that you are going to be with Sara, but if you have any doubt, call me.

-Will do –I smiled back- Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a 402 to attend.

I got in the car and following the GPS directions, I arrived at the scene where Brass and Sara were waiting for me at the entrance. I parked the car, got out and took my field kit and camera from the trunk.

-The place was called Superla Spa, it was a full-service establishment.. –Brass explained while we walked in- Massage tables, salon chairs, mud baths.. The explosion went off a little after three. The fire department was able to respond in four minutes.

-Not that it helped.

-Place was fully engulfed by the time they arrived. They were just lucky to keep it contained to jus this building –Brass pointed to a man who was leaning out of a corner- The gentleman in the corner there is Pete Baxa. His company owns Superla Spa.

-Hi! Pedro Baxa, Ba-ha, like Baja, California –he introduced himself with a certain sad look- But call me Pete, everyone does.

-You in charge of this place, Pete? –I took the initiative, after Brass and Sara looked at me to do it.

-I’m the CEO of Miel LLC, it’s less impressive than it sounds. The company owns Superla Spa.. what’s left of it.

-We’ll need to know you’re insurance provider.

-We’ll have to notify the claims adjuster when we’ve released the scene –Sara added to my petition.

-Actually.. this is kind of embarrassing, but the policy on this place has lapsed –he bowed his head embarrassed- We sent them a payment, but they said they didn’t get it. Then they wanted us to pay a late fee and raise our premium.

Sara and I exchanged looks.

-I have some things I need to take care of –he took out a card from his wallet and gave it to me- Here’s my card, at least until the next board meeting. You can reach me at my office.

From our position, the first thing we did was examine the two mud baths. In-between the baths there was a smoky part of the wall and with a collection tool I processed it.

-Laura, check this out –Sara pointed at both baths- One mud bath contains a lot more mud than the other.

-That mud is baked solid, but I don’t know the way to examine it, inside and out, without actually breaking it up and compromising potential evidence.

-You know, the other day, Grissom was telling me that we have access to an industrial ultrasound device –Sara nodded- It sounds perfect for this problem, I’ll give him a call.

Meanwhile Sara made the call, I continued examining the scene. I photographed a rock with a hole in the middle and used the casting. I walked into the kitchen and I found a burnt muffin inside the microwave, if it was on last night, we could have our ignition source. I took a sample from the ceiling because it looked old and it could have asbestos in it and then I took samples of soot from the walls. Finally, I found crimping along the edges of the split gas line; I’d say it was cut. So far, there were signs of arson. Sara went to the lab to grab the ultrasound device and when she came back, Brass was with her.

-Now, we’re living in the future.. –Brass spoke while we installed the device- I’m still waiting for my flying car, but seeing through walls isn’t too shabby. How does it work?

-We turn it on and point the wand at whatever we want to scan –I grabbed the wand and held it above the mud- The sound waves it emits penetrate at different speeds depending on the density of the material. Then, the onboard computer translates that into a picture.

Brass got a call, so he had to be absent, but I started to run the wand across the surface until Sara told me to stop. Then, she turned the onboard computer screen and looked at me with a serious face.

-Does that look like a human body to you?

-It looks like we have a victim after all –I nodded in agreement- I’ll call Doc Robbins for a pickup.

-Just what we needed.. –Brass let out an exhausted exhalation- Seems your case may be crossing into the FBI jurisdiction. Two agents are already waiting for us in my office.

***

Sara handled checking in the evidence we found and taking it to each department for analysis. On the other hand, Brass and I returned to his office to speak with the FBI agents. We were walking down the hall on our way to his office, when Brass stopped me.

-You’ve been biting your nails all the way back –he said directly but kindly- Laura, you need to calm down.

-I know, I know –I breathed out- It’s just that this is the first case I’m in charge of and I didn’t think that I’d have to deal with the FBI.

-Then just ask Grissom or Sara what to do, but if it means something, I think you can pull this off –I raised my head thanks to Brass’s pretty words and smiled at him- You know your stuff and you are ready, just be confident. ¡Oh, and don’t look them straight in the eye!

He said that last sentence to make me laugh and relax before entering the room. He entered first and I followed him inside. Both agents were standing, observing Jim’s various decorations hanging on the wall. The first agent I saw was in his 50s, with white hair and gray eyes. He wore a black suit with a tie and matching shoes.

The second agent was younger, dark brown hair and blue eyes. His beard had a reddish hue. He didn’t dress like his partner; he was wearing a plain black shirt, a black bomber jacket and black jeans. I have to admit it, he was very attractive.

-Captain Brass, pleasure to meet you –the first agent held out his hand- Special Agent Huntby, this is my partner Special Agent Hayes. I presume you’re the CSI in charge of the investigation.

-Correct –I replied back as I shook the hand of both agents- Laura Serrano. How can we help you?

-It’s our understanding that there’s been a fire at the Superla Spa directed by Pedro Baxa –Agent Hayes spoke, noting his Irish accent- Is our information correct?

-Yes, we are looking at him for a possible arson and homicide.

-Is that right? –The two agents exchanged worried looks- Let me explain why we’re here.. Are you familiar with La Reina de la Colmena? Unfortunately, as a member of the law enforcement you should be. In Spanish, it means..

-“The Queen of the Hive” –I finished the sentence for Agent Huntby- I’m Spanish.

-It’s the alias for a woman named Beatriz Salazar, now the most dangerous drug lord in Mexico –he continued- We believe Pete Baxa was in her employ.

-So, is this the part when you tell us to back off and let you do your job? -Brass asked, which caused the smile of the two agents.

-No, not at all, we want you to get your man. We want you to get him so bad, he’ll have no choice but to cut a deal. You see, in the entire universe of La Reina de la Colmena’s drug trafficking operation, Baxa’s just a satellite.

-A small time money launderer through those little shops of his. But, for some reason, we have him on wiretaps in direct communication with Salazar –Agent Hayes explained- The ‘taps themselves are useless because Baxa and Salazar communicate in code, but if we can bring him down, then we have our best shot yet at taking down The Queen of the Hive herself.

-I don’t need more convincing, I’m on board –I nodded, wanting to help as much as possible, since it was the right thing to do- The thing is that I can’t get ahead of evidence and if it indicates that Pete Baxa had nothing to do with what happened, I will have nothing to pressure him with.

-We understand. We are just requesting the opportunity to keep tabs on you for a while and run this one as a joint jurisdiction.

-No problem –I smiled at them, and then I got a message from Dr. Robbins- Looks like the autopsy from the burnt victim is completed.

-Do you mind if I join you? –Agent Hayes asked me, and with those blue piercing eyes and that sexy Irish, how could I say no?

-Not at all.

I left Brass’s office with Agent Hayes by my side. Not knowing what to talk about, since I didn’t want to give me away as a rookie in front of him, I silently made my way to the morgue. Then he spoke.

-So, Laura, how come is that a rookie is in charge of an investigation?

-It is that obvious, huh? –I smiled sheepishly, looking at him momentarily- What gave me away?

-While you were talking you stiffened your fingers and interlaced them, even for a moment you moved your hands back and forth –he explained with a certain vain attitude- What I haven’t managed to figure out yet is if you are nervous about the situation or because of the devilishly handsome FBI agent that is walking next to you?

I frowned and narrowed my eyes to understand what he had just said. Leaving aside the immense self-esteem he had, he made me smile.

-Well, you’ll have to crack that code by yourself.

I pushed open the door to the autopsy room and headed straight for Dr. Robbins. I made the introductions between both strangers and we began with the results from the autopsy on the victim.

-Do we know who is she?

-Well, the bikini probably left no room for imagination nor an I.D, but I did collect her fingerprints and DNA. Her name is Portia Weismann.

-Cause of death?

-Take a look at the third degrees burns on your victim’s hands and face –As he said, I approached the body and observed them- You can probably tell that they were above the surface of the mud during the initial explosion. In addition to the burns on her skin, he suffered thermal injury to her upper airway.

-She inhaled a substantial amount of smoke and hot gasses from the fire.

-That’s right; carboxyhemoglobin levels in her blood exceeded seventy-three percent so the cause of death was suffocation due to carbon monoxide poisoning.

-In a fire that intense, carbon monoxide levels would spike rapidly –Agent Hayes added to the explanation- She probably fell unconscious pretty quick.

-Time of death is going to be difficult to determine –Robbins continued- Even without the fire, the initial temperature of the mud bath complicates my ability to offer an accurate estimate. Although, I was able to extract samples of the vitreous humor from both eyes, potassium accumulation in the tissue indicates time of death between three and four.

-That’s consistent with when the fire started. Anything else we should know?

-Your victim had advanced mesothelioma; it’s a type of cancer that attacks the lining of the vital organs. It’s thought to be caused, most often, by exposure to asbestos.

-You know.. the whole ceiling from the crime scene might be coated with asbestos.. I took a sample to analyze it –I remembered- Maybe our victim set the fire, revenge and suicide all in one.

-Doctor, did she know she had cancer? –Hayes asked.

-I ran an expanded tox screen and she hadn’t been taking any cancer medications and I didn’t find any tissue damage from possible radiation treatments. I did, however, find evidence of a persistent use of cannabis.

-Well, now the idea that “weed cures cancer” is spreading far and wide.

-Thanks, Doc.

***

When we left the autopsy room and went upstairs again to enter the Lab, Sara crossed our path with papers in her hand. She was surprised to see someone unknown next to me, but as soon as she saw the badge and remembered what Brass said about the FBI, she introduced herself.

-So, I’ve analyzed the soot samples you took from the spa and they are mostly carbon but there were traces of acetone in all samples.

-Acetone? –I asked while I grabbed the paper- That’s an anomaly. Acetone is sometimes used as an accelerant. What about the chemicals from the ceiling?

-Calcium sulfate and asbestos –she answered while she showed me the paper with the results- That explains why the ceiling didn’t burn.

-We just came from the autopsy, and the victim had a type of cancer that is caused by exposure to asbestos –Hayes added himself to the conversation.

-So we’ve got a gas leak that looks to be the result of tampering.. –I thought out loud trying to put the puzzle pieces together- Throw a muffin in the toaster oven at 450 degrees then just leave it in there without setting the timer.

-Sounds like a recipe for arson.

We went straight to Brass’s office, where we told him and Agent Huntby what we knew so far. Brass consulted the victim’s name and it turned out that Portia Weismann worked at the Spa. As expected, Brass called our prime suspect, who agreed coming to the police station and answer a few more questions. While I was waiting for Pete to get to the police station, I thought it was going to be my first interrogation that I was going to do and I started feeling nervous.

-It’s your first interrogation, I presume.

-Oh my god, can you stop doing that? –I asked annoyed- Stop analyzing me.

-I can’t love; it’s my job and if I’m not wrong.. it’s also yours.

The word love came out of his mouth gently and directly. His attitude was charming and intoxicating. He had facility to communicate, all he had to do was be interesting and get his Irish accent noted to get what he wanted. That attitude was surely the reason he was an FBI agent. He could easily convince someone of anything. What led me to think that he was a player.

-Look Laura, in the interrogation room you have the upper hand. You know the cards you’re dealing with, you just have to play them –Hayes got up from the chair he was sitting in and approached me with a tender look- Avoid overly harsh questions and look at the body language. Remember you are in control of the mental state of the person being questioned.

-But what if I screw it up? –I asked uneasily- Or if I forget to ask something important for the case? Or if I say something that I shouldn’t?

-You are not going to be alone; your partner is going to be there with you. If you miss something, which I don’t think you will, she’s going to bring it up. So, don’t worry about that, the important thing is that you get the experience.

He took a step and slowly placed his hands on my shoulders. Due to his proximity, I breathed slowly, which managed to lower my heart rate. He realized that and smiled sideways while his eyes were connected to mine. The front door opened and Pete Baxa entered through it.

-Do you want a good luck kiss? –he said in a funny way, but I couldn’t say if he had meant it or not.

I smiled at the comment but I didn’t answer, instead I entered the interrogation room with Sara, Brass and Pete. Jim had already told Pete that the victim was Portia Weismann, which saved us time. My main strategy was to be nice.

-Did Portia have any reason to start the fire? Had she mentioned any kind of health problems?

-No, nothing like that. Why?

-She had mesothelioma, a type of cancer cause by asbestos –I explained- The ceiling of the spa is coated with asbestos-laced paint.

-Really? I.. I guess I’ll have to take your word for it. You really think Portia got cancer from working at the spa? Uh.. she never said anything to me about it.

-Was there anything unusual about Ms. Weismann’s recent behavior? Did she ever seem unusually angry or depressed?

-Well, we weren’t exactly close, but I got the feeling she was in a troubled relationship. I think he hit her. Portia always seemed to like showing off her body, I even had to ask her once to wear more than just her bikini to work! But one week, a while back, she wore long sleeved shirts every day.

-What do you know about Portia’s boyfriend?

-Portia was a very private person; I know almost nothing about her boyfriend.

-Could you give us Ms. Weismann’s address?

-Oh, yes. I know where she lived, let me write it down for you –Brass gave him a paper and a pen- So, I hate to ask, but is everything you need from me right now? I may have some errands to run, but I’ll be in the barber shop if you need me. The address is in the business card I gave you.

When we got to Portia’s apartment, we found that the entrance door was busted. Brass and a couple of officers entered to check that no one was inside. Luckily, it was a Code 4; under control. Once everything was clear, Sara and I started to examine the scene. The first evidence we found it was a shoe print at the entrance step, we took a picture and a sample. Using a casting on the broken door handle, we got the markings from the tool used. Sara found in the drawer under the oven a lot of pads of financial records showing that the Superla Spa did a little business. We found some broken beads with a black hair entangled between them.

-Hey, I ran a background on Brian Reid, the victim’s boyfriend –Brass approached us with his phone in hand- Turns out that, up until last week, he was a captain with the Las Vegas Fire Department. His Chief told me that Reid had a mixed service record; multiple commendations for bravery, but the guy was also on probation for insubordination. Well, when Reid failed a random drug test last week for the use of cannabis, they fired him.

-This reminds me.. The notorious serial arsonist John Leonard Orr.. was both a fire captain and an arson investigator –Sara added.

We returned to the Lab with all the evidence found at Portia’s apartment, we registered them and began to examine them. Sara wanted to analyze the markings from the tool used to bust open the door while I took care of the black hair and the sample from the shoe print. I gave the hair to Greg and headed straight to the trace lab.

-Hey! I didn’t know you were back –Hayes greeted as he walked in the room.

-Yes, it was pretty fast.. –I nodded while I waited for the results to arrive- Where were you? Let me guess, talking about X-Files!

-No, we do that on Wednesdays –he laughed at the joke and sat next to me- Actually, my partner and I couldn’t sit still doing nothing, so we brought you a gift.

-Diamond ring, diamond ring.. –I closed my eyes and crossed my fingers.

-It’s in the interrogation room –he answered with a smile.

-At least tell me it’s Brian Reid.

Hayes nodded. We stayed silent, looking at each other with dumb smiles as we waited for the results. Suddenly, I remembered I didn’t know his name.

-Now that I’m thinking about it.. you haven’t told me your name.

-Killian.

-Killian Hayes.. –I repeated his name- That sounds more like a pirate, not a Special Agent.

-Maybe in another life I was –he answered surprised, then he grabbed the bottom of the chair and pulled me closer- I do certainly know how to keep precious things close to me.

I couldn’t see me but I was turning red as fuck. I wasn’t used to deal with men who knew how to flirt. I heard the printer making its sound; the results were ready but I couldn’t care less. In that moment I wasn’t in the Lab, I was imagining Killian’s lips on mine. Suddenly, he moved forward, coming dangerously close to me, and when he was ten centimeters from my face, he took the paper from the printer and returned to his place.

-Feldspar, clinopyroxine and acetone –he read out loud.

-The minerals are found in volcanic ash, which is what they use to make mud for the baths –I explained when I came back into my senses.

-So that means that the person who was at Portia’s apartment, was also at the Spa –I nodded in agreement- And acetone was the accelerant used at the Spa.

Nick entered the Lab, catching us smiling at each other, but when our eyes met, he tried to turn around but I stopped him. I got up from the chair and approached him.

-You don’t need to go, we were just leaving.

Nick nodded with a strange smile. Awkward. Uncomfortable.

-Special Agent Hayes –he introduced himself and shook hands with Nick.

-Nick Stokes, CSI –Nick looked at me uneasily- I’ve heard that your case crossed jurisdictions with the FBI, but I didn’t expect to see an agent working with a CSI. Normally, you tend to take us off the case and ignore us.

-That’s not me, mate –Killian replied with a defensive tone- Laura can assure you, all my eyes are on the case.

Nick cleared his throat and after looking askance at me he nodded. We left the Lab to let him work and we went to look for Sara to see how she was doing or if she needed any help.

-The markings from the door match a Denver Tool, is a multi-purpose tool used by firefighters and emergency personnel. It is a combination axe, sledgehammer, pry tool, ram and D-handle pull tool –Sara explained.

-Guys, I think it’s time we talk to Brian Reid.

#csi #csi las vegas #gil grissom #nick stokes #george eads #killian jones #catherine willows #warrick brown #sara sidle #fanfic #csi fic

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mypinkcactus · 4 years ago

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I was reading your rant and thinking, this sounds like Spain. I also remembered you rebloging Palomo Spain and thinking wow, you have to be Spanish or be really into fashion to know this brand. But then you went and finish quoting the queen of copla and that just sent me. (1/...)

I'm not a Timmy fan or anything so I haven't seen many people commenting on this. I've seen the pictures, tho. In my opinion he just comes of as privileged in comparison to the workers there who are put at risk just by his presence and have no other choice but to go work. And it's true that he's not the one forcing employees to work during a pandemic but he's contributing to this situation. (2/...)

As I said, I haven't seen the reaction so I don't know if people are calling for his head or something but you're right that his "crime" is not close to Elg*rts actual crime. Maybe the different reactions is just a measure of their popularity? (sidenote: I'm not a huge fan of Spanish subservience to tourists but I wasn't before the pandemic anyway). (3/4)

This is getting long and you don't really need to publish or answer to this. I just followed a while ago because I read one of your fics and finding out you were Spanish was funny. My favourite Pantoja quote will forever be "Dientes, dientes, que es lo que les jode" :) (4/4)

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Okay, I hope this doesn’t look like a mess because I’m on my tablet and this app is the worst.

First of all, thank you for reading my work whichever it was, it means a lot!!

I agree with everything you said especially about Spain (if we are both Spanish why are we speaking in English?? Lol). Anyway, It is a big issue that our economy is basically sustained by tourism… I’m scared, like, really, after what we've been through during these three months, and when we finally seemed to have the pandemic more or less under control, seeing our borders opening up to everyone, even people from countries like the UK where—well… it is scary. I recently read someone say that Spain was the bar of Europe, and it's true and it’s very sad.

As for Timmy's criticism, it's not so much that he is questioned for taking a vacation in the middle of the pandemic; I can understand people don’t liking that, and I certainly wouldn't do it. But it is also true that we are judging him through the prism of our own possibilities.

You are right saying that by going there he is putting the people who work at the hotel at risk, but I don't know how the Mexican government is handling the employment issue. If you are Spanish, you know how it's been here, and although many of us were able to stop working or work from home and get a benefit or a percentage of our salary, it hasn’t been easy for many many people. I don't know how it‘s being managed in other countries, much less how Mexico is handling it. So I cannot venture to say if what he has done is right or wrong because it‘s possible that the people who are working there need people like Timmy to stay in the hotel so that they have a job, and a salary to being able to buy food to put in their mouths.

It's a very difficult situation. And I thought about this during my own quarantine, when I needed some things I couldn't have access to because the shops were closed, and I had no choice but to order online, which meant putting those working in the warehouses and then the delivery people at risk, but of course if I don't make that order those in the warehouse wouldn’t have a job and neither the delivery people… so I don't know, I don't feel like I'm in a superior moral position to judge something like this because I have probably done questionable things too. What Timmy did may seem frivolous but, imo, not bad enough for the public harassment he and Eiza are being subjected to. It’s unnecessary and disproportionate.

OMG La Pantoja, im laughing so hard. I'm not a fan at all, but she has given so many great quotes, and “Dientes, dientes, que es lo que les jode” works for this situation, too.

Besis ❤️

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alejaosbastardos · 5 years ago

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On the Road

Summary: Ten years after the massacre at the border, Daniel’s life had changed a lot, the death of his father and brother, his escape to Puerto Lobos to start a new life, dragging a past that he could never leave behind. When Daniel decided that he would never see a familiar face again, the past and the present cross in his road.

Chapter 3: Reunion

Chris couldn’t see anything.

Everything around him was dark, he could feel in his shoes some small rocks that hindered his passage. Chris kept walking cautiously around the area and raised his arms to avoid tripping over something.

But suddenly, everything around him lit up.

Around it there was nothing more than barren land with huge rocks that looked like mountains that crossed the ground, in the center of the place there was a huge flashing lantern.

Mantroid?

Why am I seeing it after so long?

Chris blinked confused without understanding anything and kept walking towards the lantern.

Whispers began to sound around him. Chris turned back to see if anyone else was following him, but there was only a huge horizon filled with rocks and barren land.

The sky was gray and the temperature was very cold. When Chris thought he was going to be able to touch the lantern, a huge dark figure rose from the place and opened his red eyes that looked at him menacingly.

"Do you think you will be able to recover your friends?" Said the figure with a mocking tone. "You should accept that you lost them forever, I thought ten years were enough for you to understand that they won't come back to you."

"That's a lie," Chris whispered. "None of this is their fault."

"Do you really think so? Who would want to be friends with a brat like you?" He smiled maliciously. "A loser boy who only knows how to lose his loved ones, or should I remind you of how your mother died for wanting to buy the toy of her son."

"Shut up." Chris cried out loud. "Don't you dare talk about my mother, son of a bitch!"

"Oh Chris, look how scared I am about your threats." The figure responded mockingly. "I don't understand why Daniel saved your life that day, he is as useless as you, your father would be more relieved if you had died."

"I imagine being him and having the burden of my wife dying because my son's useless wanted a toy." The devilish figure was lamented. "What do you think about it? If you hadn't been born none of this would have happened.."

"Enough." Chris replied in distress.

"If the useless one of your friend would not have saved your ass that day, he might not have had to flee the police, and he would be with his grandparents at this time, and not being a fugitive from justice in Mexico."

"I said shut up!" Chris said punching the creature.

The devilish creature broke into Chris's arms and a dark laugh was heard all over the place.

"Chris, I'm not a mortal like you." Chris felt a chill on his back when he heard the creature's voice behind him. "I am everywhere."

And before Chris could face him he felt a blow to his head.

________________________

Chris woke up suddenly over his seat on the bus.

What time is it? He thought looking at his watch.

Saturday, August 8.

8:30 a.m

Chris leaned back in his seat and touched his aching head, a headache began to bother him after waking up startled. He hated nightmares, he stopped having them two years after living with his grandparents.

Chris looked at the window.

The landscape had changed, before he only saw only trees, now there is only desert.

“Estimados pasajeros, dentro de unos 20 minutos más vamos a llegar a Puerto Lobos, vamos a repartir el desayuno en este momento, y por favor, cuando lleguemos no olviden su equipaje.” A girl communicated through the microphone.

"Dear passengers, in about 20 more minutes we will arrive in Puerto Lobos, we will distribute breakfast at this time and please, when we arrive don’t forget your luggage." The girl repeated in english.

Chris would lie if he said he didn't felt nervous. He feels nervous about everything, meeting with Daniel and Sean after so much time, being in a country alone, not speaking the language.

Chris had taken Spanish classes in high school, and had been studying what was necessary before traveling to Mexico and yet, when he arrived at the Hermosillo airport he had felt lost, however, thanks to the paper delivered by the airline receptionist, he could explain to the taxi driver that he needed to go to the terminal to take a bus.

After spending the night in a hostel near the terminal, luckily the hostel the receptionist could speak English, buying the ticket to Puerto Lobos was another problem.

The employee at the bus terminal, only repeated that he didn’t speak English while Chris tried to explain that he wanted a ticket to Puerto Lobos. However, thanks to his cell phone he translated the sentence to copy it on a sheet paper and give it to him.

"Good Morning!" He was greeted by a girl. "Here is your breakfast, thanks for traveling with us!"

Chris took the breakfast and answered a "thank you".

"Estimados pasajeros hemos llegado a nuestro destino, muchas gracias por viajar con nosotros." The same girl communicated again through the microphone.

"Dear passengers, we have reached our destination, thank you very much for traveling with us."

__________________________

After Chris left the bus with his backpack and looked for his suitcase, he sat down on a bench in the terminal to eat the breakfast he had been given.

And now what?

Where can he start looking for Daniel and Sean?

The heat began to annoy Chris so he took off his coat.

What if he started asking about Daniel and Sean somewhere known?

What site was known in Puerto Lobos?

Suddenly Chris heard two people speaking in English beside him. It was a couple who were discussing where to visit before going to lunch.

"We should go to the beach and then eat at a restaurant where they sell seafood. You don't think so." A girl with blue eyes and blond hair said to her husband with brown skin and brown eyes.

"We should rest from the trip first baby"

"But it's 9:30 in the morning!"

"Umn... Excuse me.."

They both turned in the direction of the voice of the young man who spoke to them.

"Sorry to bother you, my name is Chris and it's the first time I've come to Mexico." The boy said it embarrassed.

The couple looked at each other and smiled at the boy.

"Are you only here?" The girl asked with a smile.

"Yes."

"But you look so young!"

"I'm 20 years old, I'm adult enough to travel alone."

The boy who was with the girl burst out laughing.

"Smart boy, where are you from?" Asked the dark boy.

"From Oregon, Seattle." Chris replied with a smile. "And you?"

"I am from Texas, Dallas." the blue-eyed girl replied.

"I was born in the capital of Mexico, but we currently live together in Dallas, we are on vacation for our honeymoon." The boy explained.

"My name is Sasha and his name is José, nice to meet you Chris!" The woman smiled. "How can we help you?"

"I'm looking for some crowded place in town, I need to find some old friends." Chris explained. "The problem is that I don't know where to start."

"Why don't you visit the town center?" José asked. "This town is very small, if your friends are here I don't think you have any problem finding them there."

"In addition it is the commercial zone of Puerto Lobos, any shop that you are looking for is there, the rest of the place are houses of the habitants." Sasha concluded.

Chris looked around the exit of the terminal.

"Here is everything super close amigo, walking from here to the center is 15 minutes, you just need your GPS on to not get lost." José replied as if he had read his thoughts.

Chris nodded.

"Thank you very much for your help, really." Chris thanked him sincerely with a smile. "I’m sorry for having bothered you"

"You're so cute." Sasha replied.

"I hope you are lucky in your little search, in the center of Puerto Lobos there are several good restaurants in case you are hungry." José advised him as he winked an eye. "Have fun, Mexico is wonderful."

Sasha said goodbye to Chris and took her husband's hand to address what looked like a small coffee shop in the terminal.

Chris turned on his cell phone and placed himself on the map through his GPS. His main reason here is to find Daniel and Sean, but he had brought his professional camera to take some good photos of the place.

And what better way than walking through Puerto Lobos?

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3:00 p.m

Chris has toured the entire shopping center of Puerto Lobos, he had forgotten to count the number of shops and places he had entered, he found Mexican craftsmanship super striking, there were many virgins, skulls and handmade hats.

But there is no trace of Daniel and Sean.

Chris's stomach began to growl and he was tired of walking so much dragging his luggage, so he decided to enter a small restaurant near the beach.

"Buenas tardes! Bienvenido a Don Cangrejo! Qué desea ordenar?” The waiter asked very animatedly.

"Emm, hola, yo no hablo español bien."

"Oh, wait a moment." He responded by withdrawing from the site to go to a brunette girl with black hair who was cleaning a table, he whispered something in her ear.

A few minutes later the girl approaches Chris with a smile on her face.

"Good afternoon! Please take a seat."

Chris sighed in relief knowing someone could understand him.

"What do you want to order?"

"Do you have crab soup please?"

"Anything else you would like to order?" She asked as she wrote down everything in a small notebook.

Chris shook his head.

"I will be right back a few minutes with your order."

"Thank you."

Chris felt sad and unmotivated, he had entered every place and asked people who understood English if they knew who are Daniel and Sean Díaz.

No one knew who he was talking about.

And what if Daniel and Sean were no longer in Puerto Lobos? If so, this trip had been a waste of time.

The idea of finding them again suddenly looked so far away again. Karen will be sad when Chris talks to her.

A sigh of discouragement escaped Chris's lips.

The girl who brought his food watched him curiously as she left his plate on the table.

"Hey, can I help you with something?"

"I don't think... I'm looking for someone." Chris replied.

"And what is the name of that person?"

"Daniel and Sean Díaz, do you know them? They came to this place 10 years ago."

The girl shooked her head.

"I've never heard that name, Sean... And well, there are many Daniel here, but I've never heard the last name here." The girl replied. "Sorry, are you sure they are here?

Chris took a sip of his soup, his hunger had suddenly taken off.

"I don’t know." He replied sad.

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It was 4:00 p.m., Chris was walking near the street while dragging his suitcase, he didn't know what to do now, in a few hours it will get dark and he had no place to stay to sleep. The money he had brought was not much to afford great luxuries.

Suddenly Chris felt someone cover his mouth from behind and point him with something sharp to his neck.

"Shhhhh... tranquilo guerito." A man whispered from behind as he brought the knife to his neck. "Nobody here wants to hurt you... I just want you to give us that suitcase you are dragging."

Chris heard the laughter of other men, they were more than one he thought.

He released the handle of the suitcase and felt someone took it.

"So, I like that you are that kind of tourists, calm and obedient, you better not look back the next 5 minutes when I release you, or this knife will end up in your eye."

Chris raised his hands, the unknown man released and pushed him to the ground. He heard the footsteps of the gang members running away and tears of rage sprouted from Chris's eyes.

It was a bad idea to come here. he thought.

The sky still looked beautiful blue as the sun began to approach the coast.

Chris wiped away his tears and kept walking without knowing where he was going, he thought he should find a place to spend the night and then leave Puerto Lobos in the morning and go to the nearest airport.

Suddenly a person caught Chris's attention.

A boy who was on his back on the seashore was drawing in an old sketchbook, he looked thoughtful, absorbed in his thoughts.

Chris got a little closer to him to see the drawing, but before he could see it the boy with dyed hair closed the sketchbook.

Chris froze a little in the place thinking the boy had noticed his presence, but when he see that his gaze was lost on the coast, he sighed in relief.

This is the moment when I should walk away. He thought.

But the boy's side face looked miserable, as if he had lived the worst tragedy of his life..

Chris wanted to approach him and ask him what was wrong.

Silly idea. He thought, the boy looked dangerous, the best was to walk away.

But before he could keep walking, the dyed hair boy turned sharply to face him while looking at him menacingly.

Chris felt that his heart was going to leave his chest at any moment when their eyes met.

Daniel?

#FINALLY #life is strange 2 #lis 2 #lis2 #lis 2 spoilers #chris eriksen #daniel diaz #on the road #fanfic #spiritwolf #chapter 3

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shyeehaw · 6 years ago

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Random modern HC - Javier and Charles

Request: How hc’s about modern Javier and Charles? Thanks! Have a wonderful day!

Javier

A bit of a rebel, he got out of home at a young age.

One of those guitar kids that plays to earn a few bucks.

Also gets money by teaching the kid next door some Spanish.

Very engaged on politics, the type of guy that goes to protests and such.

Has a Spotify account that has recently reached 100.000 monthly listeners, thanks to his YouTube videos.

And a🍻 🍺 WhatsApp group just with the fun drunks, aka Arthur, Sean and Lenny.

Scroll through the shared images of that group and your eyes will burn with the recorded shenanigans they get into.

Likes working out and taking good care of his appearance.

You can bet his bathroom has more beauty product than yours!

Truth is his aesthetic pleasing fashion got him quite the attention on social media.

Leans more towards a grunge look.

Which gets him occasional gigs at parties or even weddings.

Doesn’t like making his bed in the morning.

“What’s the point? If you’ll just lay in it later?”

Guilty pleasure? Watching musicals!

The hills are alive and so is his love for this genre of movie.

Lives only of takeouts because he can’t cook for the life of him! Or feeds with food his friends (Pearson and Charles) give him.

Holds a grudge against his up floor neighbor, who likes to walk around late at night wearing heels.

To which he answers by playing his guitar with all his heart early in the morning.

Is always saving by shopping in big markets like Costco and such.

He does that so he can visit his family back at Mexico.

Comes from a very big family and all his ‘tias’ likes to call him a heartthrob.

Enjoy teaching his smaller cousins to fish.

Sings in the shower and hopes no one is able to listen (they are!).

Charles

Drives a motorcycle called Taima and it’s the only earthly possession he cares for.

Doesn’t like living in a big city and can’t wait until he gets enough money to live on a ranch.

Has actually worked as a foreman but didn’t liked one bit how his boss treated the horses, so he quitted.

Secretly believes his dreamcatcher is the reason his nightmares are not so bad lately.

By accident, he went to a yoga class and now it’s secretly his jam.

Won’t tell Arthur, just to avoid further explanation, not because he’s embarrassed of it.

But it wouldn’t be the end of the world if he found out. Or joined him.

He likes so much having a place to quiet all the buzz from the day to day, while still working on his body.

Was almost kicked out by his roommates for taking too many stray animals in.

“Charles, we can’t keep adopting every sad animal that crosses your way. We have Cain already!”

So when he gets the time, he volunteers at the local animal shelter.

Photography is another hobby of his. But he won’t share any!

It frustrates Arthur, in a playful way, to see those awesome landscapes pictures just rotting, hidden away from everyone.

One time, when babysitting Jack, he swore never to watch another Disney movie.

Bambi was... too much for his poor heart.

And don’t get him started with the Fox and the Hound.

It’s the advisor friend that everyone comes to blow off the steam. Even if he listen more than talks.

Knows everyone’s secrets and never forgets details of their stories.

“Thank you so much Charles, and sorry for venting like this! You are so wise...”

“I ... didn’t say anything, Mary-Beth.”

“Oh, well, still helped! I’ll get going!”

It’s not that he seek this, it just happens!

Has at least five types of plants that chill on the sunniest window of their place.

He takes good care of them and asks others to water it if he’s away for too long.

Which brings us to the next topic! Camping!

Charles loves camping and over the years got all the gear necessary to do so.

Is always inviting Arthur and Hosea to come along.

And once this invitation is heard by others it results in the most stressful, yet funny trip of his life.

Imagine all the boys from the Van Der Linde gang sharing the two camping tents Charles owns.

At first there was plenty of laughter and teasing that they would get eaten by bears.

But by the middle of the night poor Kieran was kicked out with Uncle, two bed rolls and nothing else for them.

Charles would never admit, but he wouldn’t mind if his peaceful camping turned out like this once in a while.

#charles smith headcanons #charles smith #javier escuella headcanons #javier escuella #rdr2 #rdr2 headcanons #rdr2 requests #rdr2 modern au #writing requests <3

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sohannabarberaesque · 5 years ago

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“Underwater America with Peter Potamus” (episode 18: Off the Florida Panhandle in and around Pensacola)

[As this particular episode opens, we can easily imagine plenty of aerial action in and close to Pensacola, Florida and the Miracle Strip region, including the areas around Destin, Ft. Walton Beach and Okaloosa Island, as are the foci therefor]

PETER POTAMUS, narrating with Pensacola Beach in the background: And you thought the Florida Panhandle was hardly worth diving ... at any rate, yours truly and crew have plenty of interesting diving ahead, including (if you can believe it) some interesting spearfishing opportunities made even more so by a rather steep near-shore dropoff in the Gulf of Mexico, whence our diving adventures will be experienced this week.

[Highlights of candid footage taken from the drive out of Grand Lake O’ the Cherokees, site of last week’s dive, towards the Florida Panhandle, fill this space while Peter narrates--]

Somehow, word had gotten out to us after Grand Lake up Oklahoma way that some “especially close acquaintenances” wanted to meet us at some club down Pensacola way ... yep, good old Pensacola, the Cradle of Naval Aviation ... and it almost seemed so cryptic until we reached the night life district of Pensacola Beach [entering this particular bar/restaurant, finding seats and all that], and--wouldn’t you believe it ...no less than the Cattanooga Cats were performing!!

[Here, we can see the feline quartet of Country, Kitty Jo, Groove and Scoots, assisted by Kitty Jo’s pet hound, Teeny Tim, performing on what passed for the stage of this bar--er, more like winding up their set when ...]

KITTY JO, with much enthusiasm: And I understand that we have Peter Potamus and a few of his close friends in the house this evening ... so could we have them come on the stage, please, and give them a great big wonderful Cattanooga Cats welcome?!!

[Which they do, and then some, going into quite the hugging session.]

PETER POTAMUS, picking up the narration: Well, now we knew who was looking for us all along heading over here! And were they surprised to learn where we happened to be doing some underwater filming in these parts ... [switching to backstage “after ths show,” featuring a “make-your-own” grits bar] ... and over plenty of that Southern staple known as hominy grits, you wouldn’t believe the conversation that was flowing! Especially coming from Scoots, the band’s musical jack-of-all-trades, as it were!

SCOOTS, over another spoonful of grits: I have to admit that I’m something of a pretty decent diving cat myself ... even if I learned the art at a “swimmin’ hole” back in the holler where I was growing up, in the midst of a rather warm summer which saw my mother go into nervous breakdown such that Pop asked me out of the house during the day just for her sake ... and I would have to credit one Amy Catline, a regular at the swimmin’ hole, for teaching me some worthwhile things, life in particular, that oh so muggy summer!

[You could just hear the “awwwwwws” throughout.]

COUNTRY, adding his two cents: I do have to acknowledge where we can’t resist the swimmin’ hole experience every now and then between performances ... especially when it’s just an excuse to let things cool off and rest a couple hours while on the road!

GROOVE, ever the poet as much as the band’s drummer: Sometimes, I can’t help but seek,/What lies in the waters underneath! [Chuckles from our crew]

PETER POTAMUS, narrating: And such conversation as that certainly kept as much the Cats as ourselves going until close to sunrise, as if having myself no less than three bowls of the Cattanooga Cats’ own grits with shredded cheese and seasoned salt wasn’t a wonderful occasion enough ... [scene shifting to a dive shop in Pensacola Beach for some ideas] ... by mid-morning of the following day, a local dive shop pointed us in the direction of the scuttled remains of the battleship USS Massachusetts, commissioned in 1899, seeing active duty well until World War I, retired soon after ... and torpedoed in 1921 with an experimental rail-mounted gun while at anchor just offshore of Pensacola, eventually sinking in some 20 feet of water!

[The action shifts underwater close to the USS Massachusetts wreck site, this time with the entire crew diving in, captured as per usual by Squiddly Diddly in his underwater cameraman role ... and not long after, we find many of our crew diving in and around the Massachusetts’ scuttled remnants. We’ll let Peter continue the narration as we find many of the crew close to the hull....]

What’s particularly amazing is that this was one of the first steel-hull vessels in naval service, as opposed to the iron such which dominated from the Civil War on. For its time, something of an achievement, even if it were but one of three Oregon-class battleships from around the Spanish-American War.

BREEZLY BRUIN, narrating over the dive scene: It must have seemed interesting to get in through where the vessel was torpedoed when she was scuttled ... yet entering, you seem to feel a little weird to find this battleship was actually decommissioned beforehand....

MAGILLA GORILLA, also narrating over where he dives through the interior with flashlight in hand: Can you imagine this was actually a working naval battleship in its time, only now to become an interesting dive destination? Yet still, you can’t help but picture the feeling in the pit of your stomach when you get into a sunken vessel such as this ...

[The scene shifts to the outside of a divers’ camp close to Destin, where a modest little campfire can be discerned going against the twilight]

PETER POTAMUS: What further amazed us as a diving party was when no less than Squiddly Diddly brought our attention over supper to another offshore wreck in the area, this time more mysterious: As in that of the San Pablo, a fruit steamer which ran between Central America and the United States for the United Fruit Company’s “Great White Fleet” in the 1930′s until being sunk under mysterious circumstances around 1943. And there were rumours that the vessel was actually Soviet-flagged, but remember that it wasn’t called the “Great White Fleet” for nothing!

WALLY GATOR, lovingly trying for the answer: Was it because white looked rather cooll, don’t you know?

MILDEW WOLF, with added snark: Mary had a tramp steamer, its hull was white as snow--

HOKEY WOLF, perhaps close to the truth: The better to keep the produce cool in the Caribbean heat, I assume?

LIPPY THE LION: Reflecting the tropical sun’s heat, I understand.

PETER POTAMUS: I admit all were pretty close, but Lippy got it correct: United Fruit’s fleet of steamers hauling tropical fruits and vegetables were painted white to better reflect the sunlight of the Caribbean and the Central American regions where these vessels saw service, and keep the produce at ideal temperatures until being offloaded at port--New Orleans more often than not.

[Scene fades into the waters where the wreck of the San Pablo is discerned, as evident by its white hull; as per usual, Peter Potamus leads the intrepid divers over, across, and into parts of the wreck. In one scene, we can see Lippy the Lion “kicking it up” close to the railing near the hull, and in another, we can discern Breezly Bruin and Loopy DeLoop diving through the crows’ nest of the ship, close to the radio room. Loopy’s flashlight can be seen cutting through the murk to find the radio apparatus still intact, even allowing for some 25 years’ accumulation of sea grasses and coral.]

PETER POTAMUS, on a pontoon near the docks on Okaloosa Island: But those wrecks were just the beginning, a taster, if you will, for what lay ahead: Destin, which is but a few miles out on the mainland, takes pride in calling themselves “the World’s Luckiest Fishing Village.” And you can credit its closeness to the 100-Fathom Curve offshore, which, along with its being an interesting dive spot, also welcomes plenty of fish native to the Gulf of Mexico: Not just tuna, amberjack, yellowtail and marlin, but also the likes of vermilion, black, white and red snapper, spanish and king mackrel, grouper, wahoos (whatever they are) and triggerfish. Which can be pretty easy to catch, even with a harpoon gun!

[The scene fades to a near-shore scenario, pointing out safety procedures for harpoon guns, proper use being explained--and reminding all that such need to be pointed away from the body, and when so fishing, must remain underwater. A “pop quiz” on harpoon gun safety can also be discerned, as well as the inevitable pre-dive safety briefing.]

... and so our party sets out on some serious spearfishing adventures in such well-stocked waters as these such as attract the sportfishing crowd galore....

[The inevitable mass dive-in, taking care to ensure that the harpoon guns are sheathed, close to the body and at once ready ... followed by Peter Potamus “himself,” guided by Squiddly Diddly, guding all to some pretty interesting spearfishing waters. We can also discern some spearing action from some randomly-selected diver as he positions his harpoon gun into firing position, being steady about it all the while ... and fires the harpoon gun into some red snapper, taking pains to avoid excess blood loss which could attract sharks. Maybe another member of the troupe could also be seen in harpoon-gun action as well....

[Fade to ...]

PETER POTAMUS, over the grill at a “gulf-to-table” restaurant, with several others joining in: Particularly interesting is that several restaurants out this way allow fishermen, even those fond of spearing, to actually have their catch prepared and served. Myself, I was able to have some grilled grouper and flounder, though I admit the taste takes a little getting used to. Snapper, especially red snapper, can also get to be popular in these parts ... and can you imagine the Three Wolves spearing bluefin tuna, and actually having grilled tuna steaks as well?

At any rate ... we certainly hope your diving experiences are as interesting and as memorable as ours are. And in our next episode, which is somewhere among the springs of Florida ... we’ve got a surprise you won’t want to miss for the likes of yourselves ...

@joey-gatorman @warnerarchive

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HOLY SHIT IS THAT [ DANNA PAOLA ]?! Oh, wait it’s just [ ELENA SUÁREZ ]. Damn, [ SHE ] looks good for [ 23 ], good thing that they’re [ BISEXUAL ], I might have a chance. I hear that they call them the [ PROM QUEEN ] of the [ SOUTH SIDE ]. I guess that’s because they’re [ LOYAL ] and [ AMBITIOUS ]. But I don’t think a lot of people know that they’re also [ QUICK-TEMPERED ] and [ VENGEFUL ]. Can’t wait to see what kind of trouble [ TEA/25+/EST ] will bring.

01. BASICS

Full Name: Elena Estrada Suárez

Nickname: Ella was a common one growing up, especially by her siblings, but she isn’t the biggest fan. Aside from that, she’s had plenty of not so pleasant nicknames in the past.

Sex/Gender: Cisgender Female

Birthday: July 28th

Age: 23

Astrological Sign: Leo

Occupation: She works at The Secret Garden and the Twilight Drive-In

Spoken Languages: Spanish, English

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Birthplace: Casa Grande, Arizona

Relationship status: Single

02. PHYSICAL TRAITS

Hair Color/Style: Her hair is usually in bouncy curls or waves transitioning from dark brown to blonde. But occasionally she does straighten her hair.

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Face Claim: Danna Paola

Height: 5′3

Weight: 110 lbs

Tattoos: None

Piercings: Both earlobes are pierced

Unique Attributes: N/A

Defining Gestures/Movements: She drums her nails often

Posture: Very good

03. PERSONALITY TRAITS

Pet Peeves: People that chew with their moves open, interruptions

Hobbies/Interests: Shopping and painting are her main ones

Special Skills/Abilities: She can make any piece of clothing look good

Likes: Shopping, painting, music, the Elites, acting, sewing

Dislikes: Working, most of the Southside (not the people, just the area itself), gangs

Insecurities: Her money status is a big one

Quirks/Eccentricities: She bites her lip

Strengths: Driven, clever, loyal, persistent

Weaknesses:Perfectionist, stubborn, devious, bossy

Speaking Style: Very casual but smart, sounds like she knows what she’s talking about all of the time

Temperament: Quick to change, if you get on her bad side, she will make you regret it and still act like she loves you

04. FAMILY & HOME

Immediate Family: Maria Montiel (Mother), Arturo Suárez (Father), Luis Suárez (Older brother), Josefina Suárez (Younger sister), Ricardo Montiel (Younger half-brother)

How do they feel about their family? She’s very close to her brother Ricardo, there’s a 10 year age difference between them but she looks after him a lot and he’s one of the few people that see her softer side. She’s the most distant with her father and her brother Luis, but she does still care for everyone in her family.

How does their family feel about them? Ricardo idolizes Elena, she’s a great older sister to him and she tries to set a good example. Maria cares about her a lot and is thankful for what she does to help out the family. Josefina enjoys talking to her over the phone and seeing her on the rare vacation but they don’t have too much in common now. The rest of family cares about her, Luis has seen her “Queen Bee” side and that’s part of why they aren’t as close as the rest of them.

Pets: Ricardo has been trying to get a dog for a few years now but they don’t have one.

Where do they live? A trailer in Sunnyside

Description of their home: It’s larger than a normal trailer, but it only has two bedrooms, one for her mom and one for her and Ricardo. Very clean, exception being her brother’s side of the room which always seems to end up with clothes everywhere.

Description of their bedroom: Her side is very nice, most expensive looking items she can get and is practically magazine ready. But she shares it with Ricardo so his side is messier and it’s hard sometimes to keep the divide.

05. THIS OR THAT

Introvert or Extrovert?

Optimist or Pessimist?

Leader or Follower?

Confident or Self-Conscious?

Cautious or Careless?

Religious or Secular?

Passionate or Apathetic?

Book Smarts or Street Smarts?

Compliments or Insults?

Pajamas or Lingerie?

06. FAVORITES

Favorite Color: Pink or Red

Favorite Clothing Style/Outfit: She likes to dress as high class as she can get, thrifting clothes to make them nicer is her favorite thing to do. She enjoys dresses and nice jackets the most.

Favorite Bands/Songs/Type of Music: Honestly, her mother’s music taste is her favorite. Anahi, Thalia, Belinda, Natalia Jimenez, Ricky Martin, she’s grown up with plenty of Latin singers and their songs never fail to make her smile. Aside from that, she does enjoy a lot of pop songs in general.

Favorite Movies: Her all time favorite movie is Mean Girls. But she enjoys a lot of those “chick flicks” like Legally Blonde, Hitch, etc. She does enjoy horror movies, but she prefers saving them for a night with friends.

Favorite Books: Elena will read just about anything, she enjoys lots of books

Favorite Foods/Drinks: Her mother’s sopes are her favorite, and she loves Coca-Cola

Favorite Sports/Sports Teams: She isn’t too well versed in sports but she enjoyed watching the Northside’s football team

Favorite Time of Day: Afternoon

Favorite Weather/Season: Summer

Favorite Animal: Dogs

07. MISCELLANEOUS

Fears/Superstitions: She believes in La Llorona and that telling someone about nightmares stops it from coming true. Other than that, not much.

Political Views: Liberal

Addictions: Probably shopping

Best School Subject: She made sure to keep her grades up in everything, but science was her best

Worst School Subject: There wasn’t a particularly bad subject for her, but her lowest grades were in math

School Clubs/Sports: Before she moved to Riverdale, she was a cheerleader, but she was too busy with work and her family to join clubs and sports once she moved

How does she get money? She works two jobs

How is she with technology? Very good, she’s on it constantly posting pictures and such

08. PAST & FUTURE

Fondest Memory: Shortly after moving to Riverdale, she took Ricardo to Sweetwater and had a picnic and just hung out together for the day

Deepest, Darkest Secret: She has been considering doing some illegal activities to help get money quicker.

Dream Vacation: Morelia, Mexico. Elena wants to see where her mother grew up

Best thing that has ever happened to this character: Learning how to sew

Worst thing that has ever happened to this character: Moving to Riverdale

What do they want to be when they grow up? She switches a lot, most recently she wants to be an actress. But it really doesn’t matter as long as she can be famous from it.

Perfect Date: A nice restaurant, classy, like something out of a movie.

09. BIO

Elena was born in Casa Grande, Arizona as the second child to Arturo and Maria Suárez. Her older brother, Luis, is 2 years older than her and her younger sister Josefina is 4 years younger than her, for most of her life, they got along really well. Actually, her whole family got along really well. But when she was 10, it was revealed that there were actually more problems with her parents than she thought. Her father had cheated on their mother and as revenge, Maria slept with another man and got pregnant, having her younger brother Ricardo. Elena’s parents divorced, Maria took back her maiden name, and as time passed and money became harder to find, her mother moved to a town called Riverdale and took 16 year old Elena and 6 year old Ricardo with her.

Moving was tough on her, she was used to be the popular and smart cheerleader at her old schools and while she got along less with her father and brother after the cheating scandal, she missed her sister a lot. Plus, they were on the Southside and could only afford a trailer. Not that she minded sharing with Ricardo too much. Still, when in town she would see the Northsiders and the Elites and wish she was one of them instead, so she began finding ways to dress like one. Sewing was always a skill she had, and finding clothes from thrift shops wasn’t too hard, soon enough she felt like she was back home. Not exactly as popular or a cheerleader but close enough for her.

Luis didn’t like that side of her, the “Queen Bee” side he saw at school or with her friends, and they ended up being a lot more distant than she’d like. And he seemed to take their father’s side in any argument about the cheating that would come up, while Elena usually sided with her mother. So they talk sometimes, exchange a few words whenever they have to, but that’s it. Josefina was 6 when their parents divorced, a little too young to fully understand everything that happened, but she loves talking with her on the phone about whatever tv show the young girl was watching. With her father, Elena partly blames him for being the reason she had to move. If he just didn’t cheat in the first place, then her mom wouldn’t have cheated as revenge and they wouldn’t have gotten a divorce. So their relationship is only a little worse than her relationship with Luis, occasional pleasantries but mostly try to avoid each other.

Her grades were definitely enough to get her a scholarship to a college, and she was offered a few, but unfortunately she didn’t go. Her brother was only 8 and her mom couldn’t take care of everything by herself so she declined with the hopes that eventually she’ll be able to go to a good college and help her family out more afterwards once they have enough money to survive without her or Ricardo is old enough to work himself.

#gdhqintro

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