#like losing perla ends up making both of them lose the will to live also… with wes literally trying to commit suicide and telling anasui to

[cuntstable]

need to think about how like both pucci and wes are entirely motivated by and their characters and actions are tied to the trauma they went through and the loss of perla but how like wes is denied the ability to move forward and process that pain meanwhile pucci like actively refuses to move forward from it, turning the rest of his life into like a quest to try and find meaning and penance from it. hm. i think the pucci clan is fucked up maybe

[damndaehyung]

Daniel Choi College Au Part One.

Mentions : Tyler Lee, Sungjae Lee References : Minah, Gabe, Jane, M

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Ever since coming to this hellhole called University, Daniel had his fair share of odd days but none quite as weird as this morning had been. The day kicked off rather badly, him having to wake up at the ungodly hour of seven am in the morning because his art history professor is an asshole and thought having early classes was a good way to weed out people who weren’t taking the class seriously. It was made better by a phone call from Emily telling him that she would be visiting next weekend for some sort of welcome early admission event but ruined when M called telling him that Sungjae would be filling in for M because he came down with the flu. From there the day continued to spiral into not necessarily in a bad way but more of strange way. For whatever reason, the sorority girls who usually sat at the front of the lecture hall had decided to sit around Daniel asking him his opinion on all things from what he thought of their lecturer to how to give good head – at that point Daniel had never been more grateful to see their professor in his life. One girl had even managed to corner him after class to ask if he would help her talk to some guy named Gabe at tonight’s party. Daniel had agreed only to shut up, he wasn’t going to a party tonight and he had no idea who the hell Gabe was anyway.

Daniel was happy to spend a few hours in the dorm he shared with his cousin Jessica and his rival/friend Joshua. It was a little unconventional, at first it was just him and Joshua but after Jessica got kicked out of her sorority last semester, the university wasn’t exactly happy about but they Daniel was related to Jessica and Joshua was well Joshua, so they university let it be. Plus, they were rather relaxed when it came to dorms, with majority of the student body having their own houses and apartments or living in sorority or fraternity house. Daniel had considered getting an apartment when he first started at college but decided against it assuming he wouldn’t last that long – he even surprised himself. Maybe next year he’d get an apartment for him and Emily, maybe Jessica as well since she wasn’t a complete awful roommate. Joshua could afford his own apartment, maybe they could be neighbours.

“You got a present,” Jessica said from her bed as soon as Daniel walked in. Her friend “Aria” was sat beside her, the pair looked like they were studying but Daniel had walked into them making one too many times for him to believe that is all they are doing. Though he would think Joshua’s presence might stop it since he was sitting on the floor playing on his Nintendo switch, then again Joshua was a kinky shit who would totally watch so who really knows.  “That came for you,” Jessica said nodding towards a box that sat on his desk.

“Yes, it came with this,” Aria said pulling a letter out from under her shirt, “Sorry about that it is just those two wanted to read it as soon as it came and I was like no its for Daniel,” she explained with a sheepish smile. Daniel grabbed the letter wincing at how warm it was and opened it, eyes briefly reading over to see it was from Tyler.

“Is it from Tyler Lee?” Jessica asked smirking, “Because according to my entire design class you two are fucking like rabbits,” she said with a shit-eating grin.

From the floor, Joshua scoffed, “Daniel no we are above those Neanderthals,” he said putting his game down.

“From what I heard Daniel prefers to be underneath the King prat himself,” Jessica said far too amused with the situation for Daniel’s liking. “Apparently Tyler owns that ass now,” she said slapping Daniel’s ass as he walked towards his desk.

“I may have hooked up him once or twice let’s not get ahead of himself,” He shrugged, that was a lie at this point their little meets up happened frequently enough for Daniel to stop counting. “And who even told you that?” Owned my ass pfft he wishes,” he muttered scrunching his face up.

“Everyone girl and a few boys in my design class was talking about it, apparently, he has put some big claim on you,” she laughed. Daniel rolled his eyes wondering what Tyler was playing at and why anyone cared about what he had to say – the guy was an idiot, a very attractive idiot with an amazing stroke game but an idiot none the less.

 “What did the letter say?” Aria said sounding innocent in comparison to her ‘friend’. Daniel had momentarily forgotten about the letter, on further inspection, it was an invite to some party tonight followed by a very descriptive plan of what Tyler wanted to do to him tonight.

“It’s just an invitation to some party,” Daniel answered leaving out the rest. He did not need Sica or Josh hearing that. None the less both of them had different reaction’s Jessica feel back on her bed laughing her ass off while Joshua looked like he was going to pop a vein. Ignoring them Daniel moved to the box, opening it to see several other packages inside, each box seemingly having instructions on it.  Daniel snorted pulling the largest one out, the note just read wear tonight, Daniel opened it raising an eyebrow as he pulled out what looked like something people would wear in ancient Rome. “What the fuck,”

“It’s for his frats annual Toga party,” Jessica said looking over. “At least it looks expensive- you should have seen what one of the other frats Toga party was like, people were wearing bedsheets-“she shuddered dramatically.  “Though Kappa Alpha whatever Lee’s frat is called is known for going all out so –“ she shrugged, getting up and curiously picking up two of the other boxes before Daniel could stop her, with a  laugh she tossed one to Aria, “Agent Provocateur and La Perla –“ she said through a fit of giggles.

“At least he is buying you the good stuff and not Victoria’s Secrets or something like that,” Aria said, trying to hide her own giggles.

“Oh just so you know you are also meant to wear one of these tonight,” she said holding a note up and handing him back the box she was holding. Daniel flushed grabbing the box and throwing it onto his bed. “Maybe I should get a frat daddy as well,” she said with a snort. “I want nice lingerie as well,” she pouted.  Daniel decided to save the rest of the boxes for later, especially since one of the notes said this one is a bit more true to size – he had an inkling of what that would be and was not opening that in front of Jessica and Joshua.

“Daniel, I say this as a friend don’t get involved with him,” Joshua said, “It will only lead to heartbreak and you’ve only just got over that other guy – Stephen or whatever,” he said, “Frat boys are assholes, he is probably using for some sort of dare, like trick the pretty little gay kid into think there is something and embarrass him in front of everyone,” Joshua said.

“Or you are projecting and these two are just having some fun,” Jessica said with a roll of her eyes, “And stop acting like a saint, you are just as bad as those guys, even worse because you trick boys and girls into thinking that you are nice and then rip their heart to pieces,” she said with an eye roll.

“And Daniel’s a very pretty guy,” Aria added, “just saying,” she said when the attention turned to her. “And regardless what Daniel does is none of our business, it is especially not mine so I am just going to shut up now,” she said looking down cheeks tinged a lovely pink shade.

“I agree with Aria, I am very pretty and it’s none of your business,” Daniel spoke, “But I know you two,” he said pointing to Joshua and Jessica, “And if I stay here I will never hear the end of it, so I will see you after I finish my shift at the café,” he said rolling his eyes walking back towards the door shaking his head. God help Tyler Lee if shows up at the café.

“Your shift doesn’t start for another hour,” Sungjae said to Daniel as he stepped into the cafe. Daniel pulled a face as he walked behind the counter, grabbing a bottle of water out the café’s fridge.

“I know that which is why I am going to sit in the storage room for an hour –“ Daniel said with a roll of his eyes, “I think we should get a do not disturb sign for it by the way, yesterday I walked in on M and his girlfriend which reminds me you should probably get your girlfriend to tell her friend M is sick,” he said.

“And last week I walked in on you and Tyler doing more than just making out so –“Sungjae pointed out. Daniel’s eyes narrowed at the shorter boy; how dare he bring up one of Daniel’s increasingly frequent moments of weakness. “I had to bleach my eyes, Daniel,” Sungjae said seriously.

“Thus, the do not disturb sign and really what did you think was happening? We are both pretty vocal,” Daniel said scrunching his nose up. “Anyway, I am hiding in the storage room until my shift actually starts – “

“Or you could stay and talk to your boyfriend who just walked in and is making his way over here,” Sungjae suggested. Daniel was about to ask what boyfriend before he put two together – Tyler. Daniel wondered how many times Sungjae would betray him in this lifetime. “I’ll leave you two to it shall I, just – if you , you know - I don’t know put a sock on the door handle or something,” Sungjae said his ears turning red, once upon a time Daniel would have given anything to see Sungjae blush but right now Daniel scoffed in annoyance, how dare he insinuate that Daniel couldn’t control himself for five minutes around Tyler. “Enjoy,” he muttered walking back to the counter.

Daniel gave himself an internal peep talk, he could handle this without losing it, he could do it. Twirling around he came face to face with the person who had disrupted his whole day somehow. “I am not actually working so I can’t take your order,” he said raising an eyebrow as the other boy just grinned at him. Why did he have to have a nice smile and those god damn arms?  

“So, you are on a break then?” Tyler asked, his eyes flickering to the storage room then back to Daniel, a stupid smirk making its way onto his face.

“No,” Daniel snapped, “I mean my shift hasn’t started I actually just wanted an iced latte because I was going to … study , you know hit the books and all,” he said with as much enthusiasm as one could muster  while talking about study. He honestly thought his excuse was pretty believable, Tyler had no idea how seriously Daniel took his studies – they didn’t really have many intellectual discussions most of the of their conversations revolved around them arguing or very heated words.

“Oh is that so, so what are you studying because I don’t see any books or your computer… do you even have your phone with you?” he asked mockingly looking behind Daniel to see if was hiding anything.

“I am an art student, I am studying people, you know trying to find someone to draw – maybe naked who knows,” he shrugged nonchalantly. In a split second, he realized his mistake because Tyler’s eyes darkened.

“And you think you would find the person here,” Tyler asked cocking an eyebrow, jaw clenching as he looked around the shop at the customers. “You are really going to draw one of them? Like any could even come close to what you’ve already had the pleasure of seeing,” he smirked.

“Look what are you here for?” Daniel decided, “Because the line is going to get super long because Sungjae’s girlfriend is here and he gets distracted easily,” Sungjae spoke a tinge bitterness lacing his tone. He momentarily forgetting that said girlfriend was Tyler’s ex and part of the reason the pair were doing whatever the hell they were. “Sorry I forgot –“

“Don’t worry about it and I was looking for you sweetheart, how about I go get you that iced latte and then you can draw me instead while we talk,” he said pulling out his credit card. “Do you have a size preference?” he asked, “Oh wait no I remember,” he smirked to himself. Daniel blinked was this guy seriously making innuendo’s out of coffee cups.

“No how about we just skip to the part where you actually tell me what you want,” Daniel suggested, mostly because people were actually beginning to watch them and also a little bit because he didn’t want Tyler wasting his money on an iced latte Daniel didn’t even actually want.

Tyler's face fell the briefest of seconds before going back to the ever-confident boy he usually is. “Fine, did you get my gifts?” he asked shifting on his feet slightly. If Daniel didn’t know better, he would think he was actually nervous.

“Yes, and I am mostly confused,” Daniel said nose scrunching up, silently praying that curiosity hadn’t gotten the better of his cousin and Joshua.

“I labelled them for you, what is there to be confused about?” he grinned, “I know your blonde and all but come on,” he said cheekily. “Or did I go too hard on you last time,” he asked raising an eyebrow. “I know I am good but damn,” he winked.

“You are –“Daniel said throwing his hands up in frustration, “Firstly if anyone got fucked stupid it is you, we both know I could make you a moaning mess in minutes,” he said making a blow job gesture with his mouth. “And two why would I go to a frat party? Have you ever seen me at one of those parties and what the hell is a Gabe? and why did some girl make me promise to help her?”

Tyler tilted his head to the side before laughing. “Okay,I am going to ignore that last part because it’s not important trust me love you don’t have to help anyone out, to the first part you are so good baby like,” he said with a chefs kiss, “but you ain’t doing no fucking,” he said boastfully. Daniel glared at him, he could always sneak behind the counter and grab that blender, surely that would hurt him. “And two because I invited you but you are right,” he said with a heavy sigh, “I should have figured out that you wouldn’t be able to handle one of our parties..” he said with a whistle.

“Can’t handle one of your parties?” Daniel repeated in undignified rage. “How did you come to that conclusion?”

“Well as much as I like that M guy, your friends are kinda –“ he shrugged, “And that’s cool some people just can’t hang, you should stay home and ….what is it you do?” he asked.

“I can totally ‘hang’ you arrogant little –“

“Little isn’t the the word you were using last night - “ Tyler interrupted.

“I wasn’t even with you,” Daniel ranted, “Oh for god sakes I will come to your stupid party and wear the god damn toga and –“

“And the panties, preferable the red – and that’s great, I can’t wait to see you,” Tyler said stopping Daniel mid-sentence. “I’ll see you tonight,” he said twirling around on his feet, “And look if you need some pictures for your art just message me okay,” he said with a wink.

Daniel still reeling trying to figure out what exactly just happened stood there dumbfounded. Daniel growled stomping his foot. Why did he have to deal with this? Why?

[nightwingswing]

“The Two Spains” (Boombshells! Jason Todd x Hispanic! Reader) (Part 1/?)

Hello my lil’ wings!!

I promise soon will come all these hc I promised! And also, the next part of “Stop that wedding!”

so today I discovered that Jason in boomshells is an basque spanish boy! 

And his brief story was settled in the spanish civil war. So being the history buff i am...I had to give this a chance!

So i hope you enjoy this!

This part is longer and more history settled (sorry for the history leson xdd) so you dont get lost. The next part will be more dinamic and romantic. The reader is settled to be a valencian girl, as I know the language and also i know more about how the war was lived there. My grandparents have told me about how it was.

Btw, so you know a bit more about me, Im spanish! Valencian to be more exact. 

Tags: @hamsterforlive @plethora-of-things @wonderlace19 @totallovelesson @algentforthewin @crazyfreckledginger @electra-writes33

If you want to be taged in this or any of my other fics message me anytime!

Also,let me know in the coments your thoughs and if this fic deserves a second part!

(Also, Im sorry if any of the Euskera words are wrong, I do not speak Euskera. Tell me if there is anything wrong so i can correct it!)

now,

enjoy!

[17/10/1936 | Euskadi, Spain. | Nightime]

*BAM!*

Your eyes opened in alarm as you heard the strong sound.

“SHH!”

You tiptoed over your toys on the ground to get to the door, where you slightly looked out to see what had made that sound.

You saw your father, talking in hushed tones to your mother.  Worry painted her skin pale. Her eyes wide as she and your dad listened close to the wavering, echoing, hushed radio. Your father fist was closed tightly as you closed your eyes to listen intently.

“- Pamplona, Burgos, Zaragoza, Valladolid, Cádiz, Córdoba, Y finalmente Sevilla han apoyado el pronunciamiento del grupo militar de José Sanjurjo. El gobierno-”

[Pamplona, Burgos, Zaragoza, Valladolid, Cádiz, Córdoba, and finally Seville have supported the “pronunciamiento” (a declaration of military opposition) by José Sanjurjo’s military group. The government-]

“¡MIERDA! ¡JODER!” [SHIT! FUCK!] Your father said frustrated. Your mother quickly hushed him, as she saw your cowering form on the doorframe.

“Jason? nire maitea [my dear] Did you have a nightmare? “Your mother smiled as she came to pick you up. You hugged her neck “Let’s get you back to bed” She petted your back as you looked at your father, who looked at you with a dark glance. You hided your face in your mother’s soft neck as she entered your room once again.

“Ama” [mom] you said with a quivering voice. “Why was aita [dad] so mad?”  Her smile faltered as she covered you with your thin cotton sheet.

“It’s nothing you should worry about mi bebe [my baby] Now sleep, my dear. You have school tomorrow.” She brushed your hair back as she kissed your forehead. “gau ona, nire maitea.” [good night, my dear]

“Gau ona,ama” You smiled as your eyes fluttered closed.

What you didn’t know is that it was the beginning of the end.

//♡\\

[ 18/10/1936 | Valéncia, Spain. | Morning]

The sweet smell of chocolate made your eyes fluttered open.

You smiled as the gentle face and warm smile of your mother greeted you.

“Good morning, Carinyet.” [ my darling] She smiled. “Did you sleep well?”

“Good morning, mami.” [mommy] You smiled. “I did. I dreamed of being in the countryside with grandma again!” Your mother smile widened as she brushed you (h/c) hair to the side. Big bags under her eyes as she hugged you tightly.

“Mami? Something wrong?” You asked, hugging her back.

“n-no, perla [my pearl] …just get dressed and join us downstairs.” She smiled.

“Okay!” You smiled innocently. Your mother exited the room as your thirteen-year-old body carried you to the bathroom. You brushed your teeth and changed to your thin but warm (f/c) dress, you put your old weathered shoes on and skipped downstairs.

You greeted your dad and your sibling as you took your seat next to your mother.

The sound of the radio harmonized your breakfast as you all keep silent eating your food. Meanwhile, you zoomed out the news as you looked at your parents face intently.

Your father face looked tired, heavy bags under his eyes. He was dressed in his uniform, it looked a bit out of place, his tie was fumbled as his normally slicked back (h/c) hair was all over the place.

When his (e/c) eyes made contact with yours you looked away to your plate. After eating, your mother coughed to get your attention.

“You all know…how dad works in the army right?” she smiled, holding your fathers hand. “Well…you see…um…y-yesterday-y um..something…big..happened…and ah..we..” her unwavering (e/c) gaze locked into yours put you on edge as your father hugged her shoulder. She sighed heavily as you father spoke.

“We are moving.”

“What?” said your sibling. “Why?!”

“The reason why is not…important right now. We are leaving in two days. We are moving to Castilla La mancha.” His eyes looked into yours as they filled with sorrow. “(y/n) …you will stay with your grandmother okay? She will come pick you up tomorrow.”

“W-what?” you said as your eyes filled with tears.

“WHY?! WHY CAN’T SHE COME WITH US?!” Your sibling yelled, getting up from their spot.

“ITS SAFER FOR HER TO STAY HERE! SHE CAN’T COME WITH US. IT’S NOT GOING TO BE PRETTY!” Your father yelled back.

“IM NOT GOING WITHOUT HER!” He yelled back, your father got up as he slapped your sibling’s cheek. You let out a sob as your mother ran to hug you. You hugged back tightly, soaking in her warmness. As you breathed her essence deeply you heard your sibling’s heavy angry steps upstairs. You pulled away from your mom as you followed them upstairs.

You could hear their sobs as you opened their door silently, you peeked your head and with a soft voice asked:

“(tete [bro]/teta[sis])? Can I come in?” You asked softly. They wiped their tears as they sat on the bed.

“come here” they smiled softly as you ran to their arms.  They hugged you tightly. “I promise I will come to find you.”

You smiled. “I know (tete/teta)…I will wait for you to come for me.” You smiled, kissing their tears. They smiled back as they untied the thin chain around their neck, hanging from it a little old white-pink shell.

“Remember this?” They smiled. “You made it for my birthday when you were a small baby.” They smiled and put it around your neck, tying it softly as you looked at it. “You said it was so I could remember you forever… now it’s yours. It’s a promise, that I will come for you.” They smiled, hugging you.

“Wait!” You said, pulling away from the hug and running to your room. Your loud steps resonated on the house as you came back quickly. You smiled cheekily as you showed them a wool (f/c) wristband. You tied it around their right wrist and smiled.

“This is my promise to you that I’ll be there when you come to get me!” You both smiled as you melted in a loving hug.

//♡\\

[19/10/1936 | Valéncia, Spain | Midday]

You sat on the window chair, bathing in the warm sun. Your Ausiàs March book rested on your lap.

It was the one of the few books you could own. A present from your grandfather.

You sighs as your favorite poem was presented before you, it’s pages slightly broken, your smile widen as you take a deep breath and start reading out loud your favorite poem:

XLVI

Veles e vents han mos desigs complir

faent camins dubtosos per la mar.

Mestre i ponent contra d’ells veig armar:

xaloc, llevant los deuen subvenir

ab llurs amics lo grec e lo migjorn,

fent humils precs al vent tramuntanal

que en son bufar los sia parcial

e que tots cinc complesquen mon retorn.

[Let wind conspire with sail to give me what I long for, carrying me across the sea's perilous highways! Even now I can see the winds from the West and North-West gathering hostile forces: the Sirocco and theSouth-Western must hold them back, enlisting the help of their allies, the North-Eastern and the Midi, and humbly imploring the North wind to lend its support, so that all five of them blowing together may bring about my return.]

Bullirà·l mar com la cassola en forn,

mudant color e l’estat natural,

e mostrarà voler tota res mal

que sobre si atur un punt al jorn.

Grans e pocs peixs a recors correran

e cercaran amagatalls secrets;

fugint al mar on són nodrits e fets,

per gran remei en terra eixiran. 

[The ocean will bubble like a pot of stew taken to the baker's oven to cook, changing colour and losing its natural form as it seethes. Anything that ventures upon it, even for a single moment, will feel the force of its rage, and all the fish beneath will rush for shelter to secret hiding-places. But in the end they too will have to abandon the very sea which spawned and nurtured them and, in utter desperation, leap out on to dry land.]

Los pelegrins tots ensems votaran

e prometran molts dons de cera fets;

la gran paor traurà al llum los secrets

que al confés descoberts no seran.

En lo perill no·m caureu de l’esment,

ans votaré al Déu qui·ns ha lligats

de no minvar mes fermes voluntats

e que tots temps me sereu de present.

[There's not a pilgrim on my ship who will not call upon Heaven, making vows and promises of countless votive offerings of wax. Sheer terror will force out secrets that not even the confessor has learned. But in the midst of this danger, I shall think only of you, and I shall make my vow to that same God who joined us never to weaken in my resolve, and to keep you constantly in my thoughts.]

Jo tem la mort per no ser-vos absent,

perquè amor per mort és anul·lats;

mas jo no creu que mon voler sobrats

pusca ésser per tal departiment.

Jo só gelós de vostre escàs voler

que, jo morint, no meta mi en oblit.

Sol est pensar me tol del món delit

car, nós vivint, no creu se pusca fer:

[ I fear death only because it would mean absence from you, and because death blots out love. Not that I think that even such a separation could vanquish my desire. Rather, the fear that preys on me is that you do not desire me as you ought, so that, should I die, you would never think of me again. Even though it seems impossible that I should be less than happy while we both live, there is one thought that makes me wretched:]

aprés ma mort d’amar perdau poder

e sia tost en ira convertit,

e jo, forçat d’aquest món ser eixit,

tot lo meu mal serà vós no veer.

Oh Déu, ¿per què terme no hi ha en amor,

car prop d’aquell jo·m trobara tot sol?

Vostre voler sabera quant me vol,

tement, fiant, de tot l’avenidor.

[ that you would no longer be able to love me once I was dead, and that you would soon find your love turning to hate. As for me, driven from this world, I would feel no other torment than to be unable to look upon you. Oh God, if only there were bounds to love—for I alone among lovers would have almost reached them by now. Then, instead of being by turns full of fear and hope for all that the future might hold, I would know for sure how much love your heart harbors for me.]

Jo són aquell pus extrem amador

aprés d’aquell a qui Déu vida tol.

Puis jo són viu, mon cor no mostra dol

tant com la mort per sa extrema dolor.

A bé o mal d’amor jo só dispost,

mas per mon fat fortuna cas no·m porta.

Tot esvetlat, ab desbarrada porta,

me trobarà faent humil respost.

[ No one has ever taken his love to greater extremes than I—except those who have given their lives for its sake. While I continue to live, I cannot offer as much proof of my heart's suffering as I could by dying. I am prepared for whatever love has in store for me, good or bad. But Fortune has not yet revealed what my fate is to be. When she does, she will find me waiting up, my gates unbarred, ready to do her bidding humbly.]

Jo desig ço que·m porà ser gran cost

i aquest esper de molts mals m’aconhorta.

A mi no plau ma vida ser estorta

d’un cas molt fer, qual prec Déu sia tost;

lladoncs les gents no·ls calrà donar fe

al que amor fora mi obrarà;

lo seu poder en acte·s mostrarà

e los meus dits ab los fets provaré.

[ The very thing I pray will happen could cost me dear, and yet this same hope consoles me in my great suffering. In that fearful event, with which I pray God will provide me soon, I do not want my life to be spared. When that hour comes, people will see the outer signs of love in me, and will not need to take my word alone. Love's potentiality will be revealed in act, and I shall have proved my words with deeds.]

Amor, de vós jo·n sent més que no·n sé,

de què la part pijor me’n romandrà,

e de vós sap lo qui sens vós està.

A joc de daus vos acompararé.

[ Love, if only I understood you as much as I feel you! As things are, I'll be left with only that part of you that's no good to anyone. Nobody can know you for what you are until he is free of you. What can I compare you with, except a game of dice?]

As you sigh you heard soft claps, you turned to the door and saw your grandmother. She smiled warmly at you.

“You did so great my darling!” the old woman smiled. “you have an amazing voice!”

“¡Iaia!” [ grandma!] You yelled excitedly as you ran to hug her. Her frail arms surrounded you in her warmness. You smiled as your nostrils smelled that familiar smell mixed with the smell of flowers.

“La meua xicoteta pit-roig…” [my little robin] She smiled, brushing your hair. “ Don’t worry, you and I will have a lot of fun on the town.”

“But…(s/n)….(he/she)..” You started tearing up as she wiped them away.

“shhh, (he/she) will come back after everything passed…” she cooed

“but, iaia…what’s going on?” you sniffled.

“(Y/n)” Your father breathed. He was hugging your mother waist tightly. You mother looked on the verge of tears, her arms holding your father weakly, you were sure if your father wasn’t holding her she would be on her knees. Your grandma let you go to hug her daughter, who softly started sobbing and whispering to her. Your father came to you and kneel, hugging you tightly. His uniform felt cool to the touch, his hair tickled your temple as he let out a restrained sob.

“Be careful…” He whispered. “We will come for you soon. Just…be careful…”

“I will, papi…” You sniffled as you hugged him tightly. “Just…promise me whatever is going on…you’ll come back home.” You voice broke slightly as you said the last words.

“I will…” he smiled sadly. “I promise.” You hugged him tightly. Your mother broke to tears as your sibling and grandmother held her.

All of you knew he may not be able to hold his promise at all.

//♡\\

Spain then was broken in two, the known as rebel zone and the republican zone. Families alike where separated by war.

 On Thursday July 23rd a National Defense Board, which would be set up the next day in Burgos. Their Decreet No. 1 established that it assumed "all the powers of the State" and that it would represent the country before foreign powers, although in the following weeks no country recognized it and continued to consider Spain's legitimate government the leftist republican José Giral. Franco was chosen as chief military commander at a meeting of ranking generals at Salamanca on 21 September, now called by the title Generalísimo. Two days after relieving the siege of Alcazáe, Franco proclaimed himself Caudillo ("chieftain", the Spanish equivalent of the Italian Duce and the German Führer -meaning: 'director') 

 On 1 October 1936, General Franco was confirmed head of state and armies in Burgos. 

They were aided by Portugal, the Nazi Germany and fascist Italy, the second made of Spain their laboratory for their  world war II weapons.

On July 27, 1936, the first Italian aircraft squadron sent by Benito Mussolini arrived in Spain.

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[27/10/1936 | Euskadi, Spain. | Daytime]

“Kabenzotz!” He yelled as he held his red beanie tightly. He ran between the crowded streets. He bit his lip as he hided behind a group of nuns when he saw his father and his group exit a bar, the shotguns clearly shining on their backs. The nuns sensed his discomfort and stayed put until he saw his father turn the corner. He thanked them and keep running.

He was walking towards his hideout as he clutched a note tightly.

His teacher, Miss Echevarria who knew him since he was practically a toddler had pulled him aside. She knew his family, and she knew how lonely Jason was during the day. She told him she had an old friend whose sister was going to be isolated just like him, she told him they had sorted that both of them needed a friend…so why not them?

Jason sat on the dusty ground as he pulled the note open. It had a small note from his to be pen pal.

He pulled his old notebook and his pen as he read the small smuggled note.

Hola!

Hello stranger, my sibling told me you were going to be my friend?

Well. This is kind of weird as I don’t know if this will arrive to you.

But my name is (y/n) (l/n) I live in Valencia. I’m 14 years old and I like (f/sport), reading and (f/h). I hope we become good friends! Ill be waiting your response giddy!

Que tinges un bon dia! [Hope you have a good day]

-(y/n)

Jason smiled as he pulled the note on his pocket. He put his notebook on his lap as he started writing.

Kaixo! [hello!]

Its nice to meet you! I did receive the note yes! My teacher Miss Echevarria gave it to me!

My name is Jason, Jason Todd! I live in Vizcaya! But I want to see more than my small town! I like adventure, reading and poetry!

Um…could you tell me something about your town? I’ve heard the Mediterranean Sea is very blue and calm! And that you got some pretty flowers too!

I do hope we can become friends! You make me feel less alone!

Waiting eager for your answer!

Agur! zaindu! [Goodbye! Take care!]

-Jason

The next day, Jason gave his note to a noticeably tired and paler Miss Echevarria, who smiled at him and saved his note on her bag.

Later that day, his note was send through the mail.

“Soon” both of them smiled.

Even if the country was breaking, their bond wouldn’t.

As love had just bloomed.

(So, what do you think?? Do you think i should write a part 2?)

[thebeautyoftorah]

KORACH

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KORACH-The Power of a Woman

In this week's parsha, Korach (tribe of Levi), Datan, Aviram, On ben Pelet (all from the tribe of Reuven) together with 250 leaders of the Jewish people revolted against Moshe and Aharons’ leadership. They complained, "It's too much for yourself! All the Jewish people are holy and G-d is among them. Why do you exalt yourselves over the congregation of G-d?"[0] .When Moshe responded to the demands of the rebels, everyone is referred to except On. No further mention is made of him.

Hashem confirmed Moshe and Aharon’s leadership when the earth swallowed up Korach, Datan and Aviram, and their entire families and a heavenly fire consumed the 250 men. The obvious question here is, what happened to On ben Pelet? He and Korach started out in the same 'team', but they met very different ends. Korach suffered an ignominious death, while On escaped.

The Gemara[1] explains that On  ben Pelet was saved by his wife. She saw that he was getting all fired up about Korach’s rebellion. She told him, ‘What does it matter to you whether Moshe remains your master or Korach becomes your master? Either way, you remain a disciple'. On replied, ‘But what can I do? I have already sworn allegiance to Korach'. He could not remove himself from the group. She said, ‘I know that the whole community [including the rebels] is holy. Sit here and I will save you'. His wife gave him wine to drink, intoxicated him until he fell asleep. She then went outside the tent and  when Korach's men came to summon On, she did not allow them to come in and wake her husband. They ultimately left without him. Because of her On ben Pelet was saved.

On the other hand, the Gemara [2] tells us that Korach's wife fanned the flames of revolt and encouraged him to start his rebellion to dethrone Moshe. It was her teasing which angered him against Moshe. She told him, "See what Moshe has done. He has become king, his brother is the High Priest. If Terumah is brought, Moshe decrees let it be for the Priest, if tithes are brought to the Levites, one tenth goes to the priests. Moreover, he had your hair cut off and made a mockery of you". The Gemara concludes that this is a classic example of a wise woman, exemplified by On's wife and the foolish one, exemplified by Korach's wife. As King Shlomo said, "The wise woman builds her house. But the foolish one tears it down with her own hands" [3]. On was saved, whereas Korach and all the other rebels were killed. On's wife built her house with her wisdom. Korach's wife destroyed hers with her stupidity. Sometimes it is easy to underestimate the power of women. On the whole, men have a need to express their power to be recognized and respected by others. Women, on the other hand, with their common sense and wisdom, are brains behind many great men. If Korach's wife had used her power wisely as On's wife, he would not have rebelled against Moshe. The real power player was not Korach but his wife. In a similar vein the Midrash Rabbah [4] relates a story about a righteous couple. They did not have the merit to parent children and decided that they could not serve Hashem unless they both had children. They divorced and remarried, unfortunately, evil spouses. The righteous man soon turned evil, but the righteous woman turned her new evil husband into a tzaddik. The Midrash concludes: "everything depends on the woman". She is the foundation of the home. She sets the tone and has an enormous influence on all members of the family. The husband, children and anyone else who enter the home are caught by the atmosphere created by the woman. Men are more involved in the external world around them and bring home ideas and wisdom from outside sources. Women are in charge of the house and control what is expected and tolerated within it. Women were given a gift from G-d to generate wisdom without the need to venture beyond their families. One of the greatest Jewish women of all time, Deborah, was a prophet and a judge, but she still referred to herself as a "mother" (Shoftim 5:7). Hashem blessed Jewish women with special insight, they have the power to direct, indirectly, their husbands and their families. This power can be used to build and maintain the Jewish people like On's wife, or to destroy or cripple them, like Korach's wife.The Torah [5] states that it is not good for man to be alone, therefore, Hashem made a helpmate to be "against", "opposite" him. The Gemara [6] explains that if a man is worthy, his wife will help him to fulfill his potential. However, if a man is unworthy, his wife will fight against him. This can be understood that if the husband is about to undertake a worthy cause his wife shall boost and encourage him to fulfill his undertaking. However, if she sees he is making a mistake and is about to do something unworthy, she must stand up against him and discourage him. She can help by helping and sometimes she can help by standing up and opposing, putting the husband, very respectfully, in his right place. What a difference a wife can make! Once in a while we need to hear words from our wives that set us straight and put us in our place. On the other hand, if a person does not merit a good wife, she and her urging can be his undoing and the cause of his destruction and the home's. We know that G-d gave extra insight to women[7]. On's wife had common sense. She respectfully showed her husband that he had nothing to gain and everything to lose by joining the rebellion and devised a clever way to save her husband. Korach's wife was foolish. She filled her husband's mind with jealousy. Her foolishness destroyed her own life together with the lives of her husband and many others. Just as the Jews in Egypt went out in the merit of the righteous women of that generation [8], may we soon be taken out of our exile and restore the greatness of Israel in the merit of the righteous women of our times. _____________________________________ [0] Bemidbar 16:3 [1] Sanhedrin 109b [2] Sanhedrin 110a [3] Mishle 14:1 [4] Bereshit 17:12 [5] Bereshit 2:18 [6] Yevamot 63a [7] Niddah 45b [8] Sotah 11b

Le Iluy nishmat Eliahu ben Simcha, Mordechai ben Shlomo, Perla bat Simcha, Abraham Meir ben Leah, Moshe ben Gila,Yaakov ben Gila, Sara bat Gila, Yitzchak ben Perla, Leah bat Chavah, Abraham Meir ben Leah,Itamar Ben Reb Yehuda, Yehuda Ben Shmuel Tzvi, Tova Chaya bat Dovid. Refua Shelema to all the people sick with the Corona virus, Akiva Shushan Ben Natalie Penina, Mazal Tov bat Freja, Hadassa bat Sara, Elisheva bat Miriam, Chana bat Ester Beyla, Mattitiahu Yered ben Miriam, Yaacov ben Miriam, Yehuda ben Simcha, Naftali Dovid ben Naomi Tzipora, Nechemia Efraim ben Beyla Mina, Dvir ben Leah, Sender ben Sara, Eliezer Chaim ben Chaya Batya, Shlomo Yoel ben Chaya Leah, Dovid Yehoshua ben Leba, Shmuel ben Mazal Tov, Yosef Yitzchak ben Bracha.                

[thebeautyoftorah]

VAYETZE

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VAYETZE-Being Attached To Our Spouse

The Torah tells us this parsha: 'And Yaakov kissed Rachel, and he lifted up his voice, and he wept'. (Bereshit 29:11)

"And he lifted up his voice and he wept."[1] Why did Yaakov cry when he met Rachel? He said to himself, "When Eliezer went to bring Rivkah, what is written? 'And the slave [Eliezer] took ten camels.'[2] But I am not bringing even one earring or one bracelet."

Another explanation why he cried is that he saw through prophecy that she would not be buried together with him. We know that Rachel died in childbirth on the road to Bet Lechem, as it is written, "[Rachel said,] 'Therefore he [Yaakov] will sleep with you tonight'[3]. With you he shall sleep referring to death as sleep, but with me he shall not sleep." (YALKUT 124)

What is the reason that Yaakov cried when he realized that he had not brought anything with him for Rachel? Why did he cry when he saw that he would not be buried with Rachel? Why did Rachel lose the right to be buried with Yaakov just because she said that he would sleep with Leah?

The wealth of the Patriarchs was important to them, not for the sake of the wealth itself or for their own benefit, but rather for the purpose of serving Hashem. They knew that they could bring more people to serve G-d, could do more chesed, and generally have a greater influence on the people around them if they had more wealth. This is the reason that Yaakov took the trouble to return to retrieve the small pots he had left behind[4]. When our Sages say that the possessions of tzaddikim are more precious to them than their own bodies, [5] this should be explained to mean that their attachment to wealth is so great, only because of the greater power it gives them to serve Hashem.

Our Sages teach us that just before Yaakov met Rachel for the first time, he had an encounter with Elifaz which left him penniless[6]. He understood by this turn of events that not only would he be unable to serve G-d with as much power as he would have, had he not lost his wealth, but also he would have more difficulty courting Rachel now that he had lost the wealth. Since Yaacov unfortunately lost this money, he would have to suffer the consequences: years of hard labor for Lavan and having to wait seven years before he could marry his beloved Rachel.

Crying symbolizes a great loss. To Yaakov, the diminished wealth was a great loss since he perceived the great spiritual potential that it had.

Rachel lost the right to be buried with Yaakov because she said that he would sleep with Leah[7]. 0ur Sages interpret this verse to mean that she was belittling the act of sleeping with a tzaddik and therefore was punished. Being close to tzaddikim is very important, for only from them can we learn how to live and how to love Hashem at the highest level. Thus, when Rachel was willing to forfeit her right to sleep with Yaakov, this showed a lack of appreciation for the great significance to be close to a tzaddik. For this lack of appreciation she lost the right to be buried with Yaakov.

According to the other explanation of the Midrash, the reason for his crying was that he saw through prophecy that he would not be buried beside Rachel. This shows how dear his wife was to him. Since he loved her so much, he wanted to be near her even after death. We find that tzaddikim have great influence on those that are buried near them. It is written about Elisha, for example, that a person who was buried near his grave even came back to life[8]. Since Yaakov knew that Rachel was a very righteous woman, he wanted to have her influence upon him even after death.

We could explain that since he had "real love for Rachel, as it is written: "And he loved Rachel more than Leah," [9] he wanted to be buried near her, as it is customary to bury a man and his wife next to one another. This was especially true since he considered his closest wife; as Rashi writes, "the tent of Yaakov" was considered the tent of Rachel. Therefore, he felt great sadness that he would not have the privilege to be buried near his dearest wife.

The custom of burying a man near his wife teaches us about the eternal bond between them. Marriage is not a convenience, but an eternal connection. A couple has to see each other as an integral part of their whole identity, and this should affect every decision they make during their entire lifetime together. Making a decision that might cause hurt or disappointment to our spouse is really causing harm to ourselves. There is much truth in the common saying, that "our spouse is our better half."

Problems arise when a person sees his spouse as someone external to deal with, instead of seeing her as part of himself. We cannot come home late without notifying our spouse, since we are really hurting yourself. We cannot be angry with the mistakes of our spouse, because we are being angry at ourselves. We cannot buy something without consulting our spouse, since this would be like doing something blindly, without even thinking about it ourselves.

Man and wife are really more than equal partners; they are one entity, an indivisible unity. When our spouse is in pain, we should feel that pain as if it is in our own body. Many people have been inspired by the well-known story of Rabbi Aryeh Levin, the tzaddik of Jerusalem, who once went with his wife to the doctor and said to him, "My wife's foot is hurting us."

These feelings of unity will be internalized when we practice them. The more we do, the more we feel. The more we invest in your relationship with our spouse, the greater will be the rewards.

For our holy ancestor Yaakov, even death could not end his love for his wife. He loved her so much he cried when he found out he would not be buried beside her. Yaakov's great disappointment should help define the level of love that we should have for our spouses. The love should be so great, that even death cannot disrupt the closeness that both spouses feel for one another.

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Bereshit 29:11

Bereshit 24:10

Bereshit 30:15

Chulin 91a quoted in Rashi on Bereshit 32:25

Ibid.

Rashi on Bereshit 29:10

Bereshit 30:15

Melachim ll 13:21

Bereshit 29:30

Rashi on Bereshit 31:33 Le Iluy nishmat Eliahu ben Simcha, Mordechai ben Shlomo, Perla bat Simcha, Abraham Meir ben Leah,Moshe ben Gila,Yaakov ben Gila, Sara bat Gila, Yitzchak ben Perla, Leah bat Chavah, Abraham Meir ben Leah,Itamar Ben Reb Yehuda, Yehuda Ben Shmuel Tzvi, Tova Chaya bat Dovid.

Refua Shelema of Zahav Reuben ben Keyla, Yitzchak ben Mazal Tov, Yaacov ben Miriam, Yehuda ben Simcha, Menachem Chaim ben Malka, Naftali Dovid ben Naomi Tzipora, Nechemia Efraim ben Beyla Mina, Gila bat Tzipora, Tzipora bat Gila, Dvir ben Leah, Sender ben Sara, Eliezer Chaim ben Chaya Batya,Shlomo Yoel ben Chaya Leah  and Dovid Yehoshua ben Leba Malka. Atzlacha and parnasa tova to  Daniel ben Mazal Tov, Debora Leah Bat Henshe Rachel, Shmuel ben Mazal tov, Yehuda ben Mazal Sara and Zivug agun to Gila bat Mazal Tov, Naftali Dovid ben Naomi Tzipora, Yehudit bat Malka, Elisheva bat Malka.