#lui's strange celebration

[spicysix]

📖 + "I think... I'm in love with (Name)" || "Congrats on being the last one to find out" prompt w eddie omgomgomg💗 also congrats on 400 angel <33

thank you my loveee 💖💖💖

here comes, hope you like it! (a little dialogue heavy, sorry for that!)

join the celebration!

every day for us, something new

"Gonna make some more popcorn, guys! Get the next one ready," you said, getting up from the couch where you were sitting between Eddie and Argyle.

"Get me another coke, please!" Robin, from the floor, asked.

"Oh, get me another beer, sweetums, will 'ya?" Eddie joined in.

"No one else ask me anything, I don't have hands for more!" you exclaimed before leaving for the kitchen.

Movie nights were routine at this point. After all the trauma and the babysitting and the saving the world, the least you all deserved were some fun nights chilling with your friends. Steve or Nancy would host, you'd all take turns choosing movies for the week, and you'd get together to watch and gossip and just be around each other in non-threatening ways. There was no bond like the one created between life-or-death situations.

Eddie's eyes followed you as you walked out of Steve's living room. Jonathan chuckled.

"What?" Eddie asked and Nancy and Robin groaned in unison.

"You are. So. Dense," Nancy complained.

"I don't think he's dense, I think he's just stupid," Robin completed. Eddie hated how she and Nancy came to sharing a single braincell lately.

"C'mon, let's take it easy on our brochacho. The matters of the heart aren't easy," Argyle said, words all considerate but his smirk was nothing but teasing, and Eddie wanted them all to just shut the fuck up.

There was a loud noise from the kitchen, and Eddie was up on his feet in an instant.

"Don't worry, I'm okay!" you called out before anyone could even say anything, to Eddie's relief, and he sat down again.

All of his friends were looking at him funny. What was this plot against him, honestly?

"What's going on?" he asked, waving his arms around in annoyance.

"Dude. Use a single neuron. You'll understand," Steve advised, letting out a dramatically exhausted sigh.

Eddie just stared back at them, one at a time, for several minutes. Trying to find the answers in one of his friends' eyes, or just hoping to be scary enough to make them tell him at once.

"I can't do this, he's the dumbest man alive," Jonathan said after a long while in silence.

What were you even doing in the kitchen for such a long time? Popcorn gets ready in like, five minutes.

"He's never been in love before, maybe he just doesn't recognize it," Steve pitched in, and he knew that information because Eddie had told him once.

What did it have to do with anything?

"What does being in love has anything to do with this? Who's in love here? No one's in lov-" he started, and then he stopped.

Thought about your smile, and that funny little laugh you saved only for his stupid jokes. The way you'd hug him tighter and longer than everyone else. The way you and Robin shared perfumes, a fragrance he didn't really like much, but on you he'd love - something about the way it'd interact with your natural skin smell, and it intoxicated him in the best of ways. He thought about how soft your skin was, and how he loved when you ran your fingers through his hair. He thought about how he thought about you first thing when he woke up, and he thought about you last thing before sleeping. How he thought about you even when asleep - how he'd dream of you, and him, your hands clasped together, your lips on his.

"Oh my god, I think I'm in love," he muttered.

"Congrats on being the last one to find out," Nancy answered. He just looked at her, freezing, hands trembling a little. "What are you thinking about so much, just go!" She nodded at the kitchen and, once again, Eddie was up on his feet in an instant.

He practically ran to the other room.

"Steve, your cabinets are a nightmare," you said, back turned to the door as you heard steps.

"Not Steve," he said, and you turned to face him. That smile, the one reserved just for him, on your lips.

"Eddie! Here to help me? Does anyone want something else?"

He just shook his head and walked closer to you. Took your hand on his, and your skin was just as soft as he thought about constantly.

"Is everything okay?" you asked.

He nodded, "Yeah, just came to a realization."

"Care to share with the class?" your words all teasing but your smile was nothing but sweet. He wanted to kiss you.

"I want to kiss you," he said out loud.

Your smile grew wider, "Well, do it, then."

And he did. And it was so much better than in his dreams. Yous lips were soft and tasted of whatever soda you were drinking, and your hands craddled his neck and you sure could feel his pulse going a million miles per second. But he didn't care, because you seemed eager for more, tongue poking at his lips and he let you in, and it was like fireworks exploding inside his head. He feelt fuzzy, and warm all over, and the happiest he's ever been. Because he's in love with you, he realized, and he was kissing you and you were kissing him back.

It felt like years before you separated, both panting a little.

"Oh, man, I like you so much," you mumbled, lips still almost pressed to his so he feelt every vibration in each of your words. It tingled him, head to toe, in and out.

"That's my realization," he responded, and you gave him another peck, and another one, and you were kissing him again when you heard steps behind you.

"C'mon, slow lovebirds, where's my damn popcorn? I wanna watch the sequel!" Robin showed up, picked up the popcorn bowl and her coke before leaving again.

You and Eddie laughed, and you gave him another peck, and another one, and you were kissing him again.

Neither of you got to watch much of the sequel.

[pedripics]

IBAI x PEDRI - January 2, 2024 (summary)

He’s doing okay but things are a bit tough at the moment

He spent Christmas at home in Tenerife with his family

They play 'Suika Game' a lot in the dressing room (but on the phone and not the PC because it's free there lol)

He laughed a lot with Piqué in the dressing room. Piqué didn't really like training sessions but he was very good in the matches

Have you ever looked at Pique and thought that if you wanted to, you could dribble past him 7 times? - "Yes (laughs)"

Ferran has supported him a lot and is always there for him

Ferran takes the shark mentality very seriously, so Pedri gave him some shark slippers and now Ferran wears them in the dressing room

He tries to help Gavi every day because he knows what it's like to be injured for a longer time and he's confident that he will come back in great condition

Pedri does pilates now after Puyol recommended it to him

Pedri has Aleix García in his Fantasy team (his brother is first, he is second)

He rarely uses Twitter, he uses Twitch and TikTok more

They are behind Xavi 100%

In his opinion, Neymar looks good with every hairstyle

Girona are playing very well and he thinks that they could win LaLiga

Jordi Alba and Piqué were always fighting but that's how they got on. They just liked to fight lmao

Vitor Roque is wonderful, he is always happy, whenever Pedri sees him he is smiling

He doesn't like press conferences at all because they are a bit disturbing as all the journalists stare at you while you just sit there

In the Premier League, they are able to spend 80 or 90 million for players which is unbelievable. In La Liga, academies are what makes the difference

They don't really talk about the Super League in the dressing room

Boca Juniors or River Plate? - He's only watched one game and Boca won, so Boca

For Pedri, Busquets is the best No. 6 in history

His favourite player is Iniesta (in case you somehow didn't know that yet)

His favourite XI in history: ter Stegen, Jordi Alba, Piqué, Ramos, Alves, Xavi, Iniesta, Busquets, Ronaldinho, Ronaldo (after being forced by Ibai), Messi and Luis Enrique as a Coach (he changed out Ronaldinho for Neymar later)

Luis Enrique doesn't have What's App. If you want to talk to him, you need to send him an SMS

He was nervous when scoring the decisive penalty against Real Betis because the goalkeeper was a giant

Hardest defeat: penalty shootout against Italy (Euros 2020)

He supported Argentina in the WC final (for Leo)

He would like Haaland to sign for Barça (in his words "as a replacement for Lewy because he won't play for us until he's 60") and he also really likes Julían Alvarez (agent Pedri 👀)

His first friend at Barça was Trincāo

A dream: to win the Champions League and the World Cup

Before games, he likes to listen to slow Spanish music (Julio Iglesias? - "Maybe (laughs)")

His favourite singer is Quevedo (everyone act surprised please)

Vitor is only 18 years old, you cannot ask him to be the new Pele, but he has a lot of confidence from the club

He normally always stops for fans but there are always the same 5-6 TikTokers in front of the training ground so he sometimes doesn't stop if it's just them

He is rewatching Prison Break at the moment, even though he's seen it two times already. The first season is the best one in his opinion

He used to watch anime but not anymore

Kounde has the confidence to wear anything

They should listen to the players more because the calendar is so tightly packed right now and there are too many injuries

He would like to score more goals

He found scoring goals strange when he was younger because he never knew how to celebrate and all he did was run and look stupid

Ibai breaks his computer mouse and engineer Pedri tells him to plug it out and in again (Pedri indeed managed to fix it)

Favourite place in Barcelona? - Camp Nou ❤️

Ibai and Pedri played 'Guess these 100 Players' and Pedri guessed 94/100 right (and Pedri realised he doesn't know enough South American players)

[thecomicsnexus]

TMNT: 40TH ANNIVERSARY COMICS CELEBRATION

July 2024

By Kevin Eastman, Edgar Alan Poe, Jim Lawson, Tristan Jones, Gary Carlson, Chris Allan, Erik Burnham, Lloyd Goldfine, Ciro Nieli, Andy Suriano, Tom Waltz, Ronda Pattison , Tom Napolitano, Steve Lavigne, Paul Harmon, Frank Fosco, Adam Guzowski, Sarah Myer, Luis Antonio Delgado, Shawn Lee, Khary Randolph, Emilio Lopez, Michael Dialynas, Pablo Tunica, Freddie E. Williams II, David Petersen, Ken Mitchroney, Aaron Hazouri, Dan Duncan, Sophie Campbell, Jodi Nishijima, Stan Sakai, and Emi Fujii.

Come and enjoy stories that will remind you of the 40 years of turtle history.

SCORE: 10 *

* Assuming you are familiar with these iterations.

This is a strange read, and curiously, there are three or four highlights for me, and they are not exactly the ones you would imagine.

Spoilers after the break...

The first story by Kevin Eastman is in the Mirage section of the book but... well... I'll leave at that... I wouldn't call it the Mirage we knew.

There is a story by Lawson and Lavigne with the Rat King that... it's fun. But, you know... I wouldn't even try to fit it in canon... the amount of continuity physics you need to bend to place this story is not worth the time. Just enjoy as a new story by these two iconic Mirage artists.

This other story by Tristan H. Jones and Paul Harmon requires more analysis. I'll revisit it on my gang wars video and try to give it more context... but unfortunately... it's just too vague. All I can say for sure is that it happens in the future of that incomplete saga, but the narrator just takes too many artistic choices to be taken at face value.

Also... I believe this is the first official (frontal) appearance of Agent Bishop (unless I got the character wrong, but Jones already tried to introduce him in this saga). I think he is still holding on to it, and I really hope he gets to tell his story. I wouldn't mind a mini-series... just saying!

The Volume 3 story was... not for me. The dialogue alone felt tired.

The Archie adventure was short, eventful, and funny... and it looks amazing too!

In just four pages a new character was introduced and... a new love story was implied! And it's not just a gratuitous cameo... this is a funny sequence.

The Saturday Morning Adventures (the de facto 87 story) looks amazing as usual, but I didn't find the story that interesting. However, it started a theme that would run across most of the stories in this special after this one: Master Splinter.

The 2003 story is a... loose canon?

Hun is Slash, and Shredder is back... so make of that what you want. All I'm going to say is that this felt a lot like watching the beginning of a 2003 episode, with the narration setting the tone.

The 2012 story was one of the least interesting in the previews, but I have to say... it was probably one of the best. It brought back a villain and it technically serves as an excuse to continue the series?

But to me the best thing about the story is the art. I am surprised Ciro Nieli didn't do more comic book work for the Turtles all these years. In fact, if they somehow decided to continue the 2012 universe in 2D in this style... I'm all in. Well, who am I kidding... I would be in anyway... but this looks amazing.

Andy Suriano did probably the most interesting story in the book. Now, I am not sure if his style doesn't translate well to static panels or what the problem is with the comic format... but it doesn't matter... this small story brought in a lot of things that ended on the editing floor after the show's second season was reduced to a few more episodes. There was a rumor about a female turtle, and not only it is here in all its glory, but there is also a brother?

And come on... it's so Lou Jitsu to die with a cliffhanger.

There are two IDW stories. One is another Splinter story, but the other one is perhaps one of the best in this book.

The Ronda Pattison story takes place just before the Armageddon game, and it shows the five turtles in full sibling dynamic (even Jennika). It was refreshing to see these turtles having fun for a change.

There are no stories by the new team, but... well... that's just starting.

[empiredesimparte]

Oliver: The Polytechnique ball thinks big! Napoléon V: I suggested the Garnier Opera to the school president. You've got to have a bit of fun!

Oliver: How did your honeymoon go? Napoléon V: Very well, thank you. It was strange to be cut off from the world, away from all the hustle and bustle of Paris.

Oliver: Good! You needed a rest. By the way, I thought it would please Hortense to have an estate in Francesim, so that we could visit you from time to time. Napoléon V: That's a good idea, I like knowing that my twin sister won't be too far away from us.

Oliver: Of course, don't worry, I'll look after her… That is, if you agree, officially Napoléon V: Officially, so that's it?

Oliver: Yes, I've been ready for several months now. I'm sorry again for all the trouble I've caused you, it wasn't… Napoléon V: Let's not talk about it any more. It's all settled. I know that Hortense will be happy with you, surely … more than with me.

Oliver: You were born to take different paths. At this time in your lives, the distance is natural. However, I believe I can echo Hortense's sentiments that she loves you dearly, no matter what and despite everything that has happened. Napoléon V: Thank you, Oliver. I'm counting on you to look after her.

⚜ Le Cabinet Noir | Paris, 17 Messidor An 230

Beginning ▬ Previous ▬ Next

Napoléon V and his entourage went to the Grand Bal de l'X, organised by the École Polytechnique to celebrate the end of their year of study. The ball took place at the Opéra Garnier, and featured a number of performances including dances, fencing, a choir and many other distinguished ceremonies. It's a not-to-be-missed event for young students. During the evening, Oliver approached his friend Napoléon V to officially ask for his sister Hortense's hand in marriage. The Emperor agreed to make the engagement official.

(Thanks to @theroyalthornoliachronicles and @funkyllama for the sims deco and accessories! Oliver is a character belonging to @officalroyalsofpierreland)

⚜ Traduction française

Napoléon V et ses proches se rendent au grand bal de l'X, organisé par l'école Polytechnique pour fêter la fin d'année d'étude. Le bal se déroule à l'opéra Garnier, et donne lieu à de nombreux spectacles comme des danses, des combats d'escrimes, une chorale, et bien d'autres cérémonies distinguées. C'est le rendez-vous immanquable des jeunes étudiants. Durant la soirée, Oliver approche son ami Napoléon V pour lui demander officiellement la main d'Hortense, sa soeur. L'Empereur accepte d'officialiser les fiançailles.

Oliver : Le bal de Polytechnique voit les choses en grand ! Napoléon V : J’ai proposé l’opéra Garnier au président de l’école. Il faut bien s’amuser un peu !

Oliver : Et ta lune de miel alors, ça s’est bien passé ? Napoléon V : Très bien, merci. C’était étrange d’être coupés du monde, loin de toute l’agitation parisienne.

Oliver : Tant mieux! Tu avais besoin de repos. À propos, j’ai pensé que cela ferait plaisir à Hortense d’avoir un domaine en Francesim, pour que l’on puisse vous rendre visite de temps en temps. Napoléon V : C’est une bonne idée, j’aime savoir que ma jumelle ne sera pas trop éloignée de nous.

Oliver : Bien sûr, ne t’en fais pas, je prendrai soin d’elle… Enfin, si tu y consens, officiellement Napoléon V : Officiellement, alors ça y est ?

Oliver : Oui, cela fait plusieurs mois que je suis prêt. Encore désolé pour tous les ennuis que j’ai pu t’attirer, ce n’était pas… Napoléon V : N’en parlons plus. C’est réglé. Je sais que Hortense sera heureuse avec toi, sûrement … plus qu’avec moi

Oliver : Vous êtes nés pour prendre des chemins différents. À ce moment de votre vie, la distance est naturelle, mais je crois pouvoir me faire l'écho des sentiments d'Hortense qui t'aime tendrement, quoi qu'il arrive et en dépit de tout ce qui s'est passé. Napoléon V : Merci Oliver. Je compte sur toi, pour veiller sur elle.

[aoyama-division]

It was early spring as the city of Aoyama was sparkling as ever. Although, It seemed shinier ever since Aoyama’s own Jet Set Trio just celebrated their next anniversary. Not only that, A surprise was definitely waiting for them…

A surprise from the 2nd team of Fukuoka, Of course…

Inside Tomi Choten’s mailbox…Was his phone?

“Hey, JST. You’ve probably heard of us before, But we’re OverDrive, Fukuoka’s 2nd team.” Eko informed.

It was a message?

“We just wanted to wish you guys a happy anniversary. Consider it as a milestone for JST, I guess.” Mai explained.

From Fukuoka?

“Have a happy anniversary, OverDrive wishes you the best on your rap journey.” Yuno complimented.

“We’ll probably see you guys in the DRB, So have some fun till then~!” OverDrive said in unison as the message ended.

"I think I met these guys on my birthday a week ago!" Karada yelled.

"You did?" Luis asked, a cigarette in his mouth, an eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, they suddenly just appeared on my T.V. in my living room while I was watching something." Karada explained. "It was freaky!"

"On your T.V.?" Luis asked, skeptical.

"I know it sounds odd, but it's the truth! I thought I was on a secret channel or something."

After being alerted that he had located Tomi's cellular device in the mailbox, the Chōten family butler, Hino, returned it to his proper owner, who was sitting with his friends in his family's liquor room. Upon activating it, a strange message appeared on the socialite's cell phone, which was addressed to not only him, but also the rest of JST.

"What I want to know how these peons got a hold of my cell phone in the first place." Tomi stated as he swiped through his phone, making sure everything was how he had it. "Much less how they got inside of it."

"Are you sure you didn't just leave it sitting around somewhere at a party or something?" Luis asked.

"Do not insult me, Luis." Tomi said, frowning at his acquaintance before going back to his phone. "I keep my cell phone with me at all times. I have sensitive information on this thing. The last thing I want is anyone getting their hands on it."

"Well, so much for that." Luis said, rolling his eyes as he stubbed his cigarette out in an ashtray.

"You might wanna go take it to a shop or something in case someone hacked it." Karada suggested.

"Or better yet, just buy a new one." Luis stated, shrugging his shoulders. "No offense, but it boggles my mind how someone as materialistic as you still held onto a phone that old."

"...Maybe that would be for the best." Tomi agreed, looking at his cell phone. With a sigh, he placed it down, making a mental note to have Hino dispose of it later. He frowned as he realized he was going to have to go through the whole ordeal of making sure his new phone was exactly the way he wanted, which was going to take a serious amount of time.

"Ugh, the ways of peons never ceases to amaze me..."

[itlivesproject]

What is each of the mod’s favorite, absolutely based quotes from the game?

Mod win:

“You deserved the world, and all you got was a coffin.” That quote just slaps and I’m so proud of it every time I see it. Also I love the Lincoln one: “I’d take the hurt over and over again if meant that someday, I’d get to meet you.”

Mod M:

"angler"

Mod Maggie:

“Look how self-righteous they are. I wonder if they’d feel the same if they were made to die.” —MC ch22

“You and me, Ro, forever. We just have to make it to tomorrow.” / “To tomorrow.” —Abel and MC ch21

“It’s just… he’s dead, Rowan. He’s dead. He’s dead and I’m still here.” —Connor Green ch9

Mod shionch:

"That’s the thing about love, you must celebrate when it hits you, no matter how strange or commonplace. Now go and seek out yours, even if your one true love is yourself." Luis Munson, ch 19

[kumamoto-division]

The sun was setting in Kumamoto, casting a warm glow over the quaint little library nestled in the heart of the city. Aoba Yamamura, the librarian and division leader, was just about to close up for the day when a delivery man arrived with a large, carefully wrapped package.

"Delivery for the Strange Magic team," the man said, handing over the package to Aoba, who thanked him with a puzzled smile. The package was unexpected, but the label indicated it was from Luis Kōkyū, an acclaimed chef known for his culinary masterpieces.

Aoba called his friends and teammates, Kunio and Natsume, to join him in the library’s cozy back room. Together, they carefully unwrapped the package to reveal...

...a stunning rectangular-shaped cake with purple and black frosting, the words 'Happy Anniversary, Strange Magic' elegantly written across it. In the center, a beautifully crafted triquetra symbol added a touch of mystery and elegance.

The trio was touched by the thoughtful gesture. As they admired the cake, Aoba noticed a small envelope tucked under the lid of the box. He opened it to find a note written in a certain chef's elegant script:

"Dear Aoba, Kunio, and Natsume,

Happy Anniversary to the team of Strange Magic. Your dedication to your crafts and the magic you bring to Kumamoto does not go unnoticed. Though I cannot be there to celebrate with you in person, I send this cake as a token of my admiration and congratulations.

May the year ahead be filled with joy, creativity, and the continued success of your endeavors. I look forward to the day we can share stories and learn from each other.

Warmest regards, Luis Kōkyū"

"wow, kōkyū know how make a cake"- Kunio said taking a photo,admiring the dessert as his husband goes for a knife to cut it

"yeah,he know"-said Aoba reading the card that Luis wrote

He looked at the cake and a joy smile appeaars in his face thinking about how Luis made this for him and his team

"you can feel something for him but remember, he never will to accept the darkest You and less loving you,loving us"-Aoba hear that thought and he can help but be agreed with him

(after all Luis can get along with Aoba but he never would accept or love Bluefire)

Aoba out of his thoughts when Natsume offers him a piece of cake with a smile at his friendly face and look

"here,is for you....Sophia"-said Nastume calling Aoba by the female name he use sometimes

Aoba/Sophia nodded happily and take the plate with cake,a take a bite with the fork and test the piece of cake

He smile at the flavor

Chocolate with blueberries. That is his... favorite

Thanks for the gift!

[another-heroine]

WIP Wednesday

And who could say that I would post another The Windmill wip? lol

No Lights Out

Luis' eyes were getting heavy, but the little boy refused to sleep. Listening to abuelo reading for him was always soothing and exciting; the old man used to tell stories about princesses and dragons, shiny armored knights, greedy goblins and trickster witches. Sometimes he read, sometimes he narrated by heart. But every night, it was special and full of adventures.

“After his master’s wedding, Puss in Boots decided to put his gloves down. Or better saying, his boots. He lived for a long time besides his family and helped the kingdom to flourish. And even after many years, everybody knew about his legend. The End.” Abuelo closed the large book, leaving it on the bedside table.

Luis yawned, “Having a talking cat must be fun. Can we get one?”

“Well, if I find one out there, I'll let you know, niño. Now, come. It's too late.”

The grandson agreed and crawled under the blankets. The man covered him properly, puffing his pillow and making sure he was comfortable.

“Did you brush your teeth?”

“Sí, abuelo.”

“Did you pee?”

“Sí, abuelo.” Luis frowned, embarrassed.

“Um, you better have done it, boy. Buenas noches.”

“Buenas noches, abuelito…”

When the boy noticed Old Serra reaching the switch of the table lamp, his voice cracked, “Could you please let the light on?”

The grandpa tilted his head, but there was no mockery in his voice, “I thought that you already got used to sleeping with the lights off.”

Luis hid his nose under the checked blanket, gazing at the projected shadows. “I... I think there are monsters inside the walls.”

“What? Why?”

Luis muttered, “Every night I hear something scratching them from inside. And when it’s dark, it’s worse.”

António looked at where the boy’s fearful eyes were pointing. Everything made sense; there were a few days when he was woken up in the middle of the night by an anxious child. He stated, “Oyé, niño, there is nothing to worry about. It must be some mice. We will get rid of them soon.”

Luis didn’t look convinced, but he swallowed hard and insisted, “But... can you still let the light on?”

“Of course.” The man patted his head. “Until you feel more confident, ay?”

Luis nodded with a coyly grin.

...

There he was again, surrounded by familiar faces, feeling the roaring voices echoing inside his chest. The crystal chandeliers shimmering in gold lights, and while the music was playing out loud, waiters were passing by him, carrying silvery plates full of delicacies and the finest drinks.

Another enterprise success to be celebrated.

Luis was tapping his foot on the floor, feeling uneasy. Usually he was among the crowd, being the party heart, but that time was different…

How could they celebrate after that incident? It was their fault and, if they were in Raccoon City that time, they would surely be eliminated like their co-workers from the other side of the ocean.

Such greedy hypocrites.

The music started to change to a strange tune, but it didn’t seem like anybody cared about it. Luis looked at his side and froze in spot; there were dozens of red eyes lurking the drunken elite from outside, their bloody hands scratching the windows. Before he could react, they heard screams and glass shattering. The party has been invaded by zombies, a crimson wave seizing everything on their way. The crowd spreaded, some people were trampled to death, while others were preyed on by the ferocious invasors. Luis couldn’t move but watched the slaughter with horror, until he woke up sweating profusely.

The room was dark. He flickered the switch many times, but it looked like the lamp had burned out.

“Joder…”

He stumbled out of bed, groping around and avoided hitting any furniture. Luis touched the switch of the ceiling lamp and it lit on. He sighed, relieved.

Meanwhile there were zombies scratching walls in his nightmares, there were a couple hitting the headboard against their party wall.

It was 2 a.m, Luis was restless, that motel bedroom smelled funny and the lovebirds next door couldn’t drag the bed from the wall. Lovely.

[wormdebut]

WIP WEEKEND

Lets Fuckin' Go. This is fun as heck and one of my fav taggo games. Tagged by @spicysix Thank Lui! Please go check out their Strange Celebration Xx

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WIPS

Boys Kissin' Boys 2 - Electric Fuckaloo

Cut It Looser STILL - Part 3

Cut It Loosest - Part 4

Kiss Your Knuckles (Before You Punch Me In The Face)

Scars (STEVE POV DRABBLE.)

SNIPPET

“Oh no, Indy. Since we got Freak back, the powers that be decided to take Jeff out.” He puffed his lip out before continuing on. “If only there was a sexy little piece of ass, that not only plays guitar like a filthy little angel, but doubles as a hot little bassist side piece.” Eddie tapped the microphone to his cheek, “Any ideas boys?”

I'm gonna tag @sourw0lfs @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @ghosttotheparty @eddywoww and any other dudes who wanna share your work!

[harmonyhealinghub]

The Adopted Heart Shaina Tranquilino November 25, 2024

Isabella had always been a curious child, with eyes the colour of stormy skies and a laugh that could burst through the quietest of rooms. She lived in a cozy house on Oak Street with her parents, Maria and Luis Alvarez, who always filled her world with stories, warmth, and the kind of joy that wraps around a heart and makes it beat a little stronger.

But one afternoon, when the sun lay lazily across the worn wooden floors and the scent of warm vanilla cookies drifted from the kitchen, Isabella’s world shifted. She found an old photo album tucked at the back of a dusty closet, its cover worn and its spine bent. The pages whispered stories she had never been told—pictures of a newborn wrapped in a blanket not yet frayed by time, cradled in the arms of strangers. Her breath caught, and she felt a strange, sharp ache in her chest.

When Maria walked in and saw the album open on Isabella's lap, a tender sadness passed over her face. She sat down beside her daughter, smoothing the pages with hands that had always known how to comfort.

“Isabella, mi amor,” Maria began, her voice low and steady. “There is something we should have shared with you long ago. You are adopted. Your father and I wanted you to know when the time was right, but maybe today is that day.”

The room seemed to shrink, its walls pressing close as questions rushed in—Why hadn’t they told her? Who were the people in the photos? Would her heart ever feel the same? But as she looked at Maria, with her kind eyes shimmering with worry, a glimmer of something else sparked within Isabella: the need to understand.

The following days were filled with stories that Maria and Luis wove late into the night. They told her of a stormy evening when a young couple had come to them, overwhelmed by circumstances that love alone could not mend. They spoke of the sleepless nights, not of uncertainty, but of hope as they prepared for a child they hadn’t expected but already adored.

“We loved you the moment we knew you were coming into our lives,” Luis said, his voice thick with emotion. “You were our heart, even before we met you.”

Isabella’s eyes, once sharp with confusion, softened as she listened. She began to see not just what they had given her—a home filled with laughter, the simple comfort of bedtime stories, countless moments made precious—but what they had chosen to sacrifice. They worked extra hours at the bakery, skipped vacations, and turned every celebration into a way to show her the depth of their love.

One evening, she stood in the kitchen, the same warm scent of vanilla filling the air. She watched Maria press dough into perfect circles, and without hesitation, Isabella walked over and slipped her arms around her mother’s waist.

“I get it now,” she whispered. Maria’s hands stilled, flour clinging to her fingers, and she turned with tears brimming in her eyes.

“You do?” she asked.

“Yes. I may not have known from the start, but I know now. You’re my family. You always were.”

The room felt different then—lighter, fuller. Isabella wasn’t the same as she was before, but neither was she lost. She had uncovered a truth she hadn’t expected, yet it made the love surrounding her all the more precious.

In the days that followed, Isabella flipped through the old photo album often, but now it felt like an introduction rather than a mystery. Each page told not just of where she had come from, but of who had caught her when she first arrived and never let her go. And for that, she was endlessly grateful, for she now knew that love, once given freely, was hers to carry forever.

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“Oh, no. Not this again,” you complained as you felt that robotic hesitation as the elevator went up, as you heard its gears trying to work and not fully doing it.

It slowed down... slowed down... before stopping. Completely.

“Shit,” you mumbled as you rubbed your eyes.

“What’s going on?” The voice behind you startled you a little.

You forgot there was a guy with you, he was so quiet as the elevator rose the first few floors. You turned to face him, and got a little blown away by how beautiful he was. Like, magazine front page beautiful. Shiny hair carefully coiffed up, pretty peachy lips, a little mole or two that gave him an extra charm.

You got lost in the dude’s beauty for a little while.

His lips perked up a bit, as if he knew why you were staring at him for so long.

“Oh, uh. The elevator gets stuck sometimes. Such an old thing, y’know. Lots of complaints, and they haven’t updated it yet,” you finally answered, and his lips and eyebrows turned down into a frown.

“It’s happened before?” he questioned.

“Yeah. With me in it, two times already. I’ve heard it from five other neighbors too,” you said, remembering how much Ms. Durvall from sixth floor yelled when she complained about it. She gave you the creeps. “You’re new here? Or visiting?”

“Uh, new. Moved in with two friends, we just got to the city a week ago. We’re from a- what are you doing?” he stopped his life story when he saw you sitting down.

“I’ve pressed the help button,” you nodded to a little button pressed all the way in the control panel. “Don’t know what it does, maybe it calls the fireman? But, anyway, it’s gonna take some time. Maybe a few hours.”

“A FEW- Jesus, Robin’s gonna kill me,” he hid his face behind his hands, and you had to suppress a giggle at how adorable his whine sounded.

“Don’t worry, your girlfriend will understand when she finds out you had no choice but to stay stuck in an elevator,”

“I’m not so sure, she’s terrified of elevators, told me to get the stairs. She’ll probably be all like, ‘oh, I told you so!’. Ah, and not my girlfriend. She’s actually dating our other roommate,” he said as he sat down too, pressed against the other metallic wall, facing you.

“What floor are you guys in?”

“Eight.”

“And she goes up the stairs every time?” You didn’t know whether to be scared or admired.

“Yeah. Got some killer calves,” he smiled. “We have a terrible history with getting stuck on elevators. I worked my ways through… well, a lot of therapy. Now I can ride them again after a few years, but she never got past it. I can understand why.”

He said it in such a way that you didn’t feel like prying. There was something else in that story, something he probably didn’t wanna talk about, so you didn’t ask.

“You guys from around here?” you asked instead. You were going to be stuck for a while there, it wouldn’t hurt to make some small talk and get to know your pretty new neighbor.

“No, actually, we’re all the way from Indiana. Small town,” he shrugged.

“Why San Francisco?” you asked, and he searched for something in your eyes, your face, before answering.

“It’s safer,” he answered only, again not giving you space to ask further. Maybe he didn’t find what he was looking for. “You’re from here?

“Born and raised, yeah.” You went quiet for a little while, trying to come up with something to talk about. Then, you noticed: “I don’t know your name yet.”

“I don’t know your name either.” He smirked. “I'm Steve.”

You introduced yourself and Steve asked more about you. You lost track of time talking to him, learning how charming he could be, but also really funny — in a bitchy way. He talked about Robin, his best friend and platonic soulmate, and their friend Nancy, who he used to date but now they’re great friends (you got the impression that Nancy was the other roommate that Robin was dating, but didn’t ask, not wanting to make him uncomfortable). He told you about two other friends of theirs who lived back in Sacramento, one who lived in LA, and a bunch of other younger friends who were scattered around the country all chasing their dreams. Talked about his work as a school counselor, how it took him some long years to figure out what he wanted to do professionally.

You told him about yourself too, answered everything he asked honestly and openly. Talked about your job, your own roommate, your other friends and family. Gave him tips on the best places to visit and shop in the city, ways for him and his roommates to contour the ‘new citizens’ weird phase. You talked about music, movies, books, food, your favorites and the ones you hated, anything you’d come up with.

He was sweet and charismatic, and always found new topics for you to talk about. He read you like a book, figuring you out in no time and swerving the conversations so easily. Flirted a lot too, which was great for your self-esteem.

He came closer at some point, sitting beside you, and then you faced each other more closely. And from that distance you could see every little detail in his pretty face, studied him with precision. You could look at him for however long, to be honest, and you wanted to memorize every tiny inch of what made him, him. The curves of his hair defying gravity, the scars on his forehead and nose, every little green spot in his hazel eyes. Count every and each one of his eyelashes, and get blinded by the way he smiled.

More than that, you could talk to him for however long, and you wanted to. Wanted to learn about all of his many friends, who he talked about with so much love in his voice, who all sounded like a big family to him. Wanted to learn the story with the elevator trauma, wanted him to trust you and open up to you, and wanted to do the same back with him.

It was weird to you, you’ve never felt this way before — so magnetically pulled to someone’s orbit. But Steve’s voice was like a Siren’s call, and there was a funny bubbling in your stomach that wanted and wanted and wanted him.

You never thought you’d be disappointed with the sounds of the elevator’s gears running again, and yet you hid a frown when the doors opened to show you a fireman, the building’s janitor and a tall, skinny girl with a strawberry blond bob pacing anxiously behind them.

“Steve! Oh, my god, Steve!” she said when she noticed you and Steve sitting on the floor, and she wasted no time getting past the other two men to throw herself at the one by your side. Robin, you figured. “You fucker, I told you to use the stairs!” you heard her saying, a little muffled from where her face was buried into Steve’s neck.

He looked at you over her shoulder and you smiled at the way he was right about her.

“I’m okay, Robs, I had good company. Didn’t even have time to get stressed,” he said, running his hand up and down her back in a soothing gesture, his eyes still on you, his smile just for you.

Robin sat up and looked at you, and you introduced yourself and she did the same. She thanked you for being there for Steve, as if it hadn’t been a total random accident, but you were also happy that you’ve met him. More happy that you could say out loud.

You all got up from the floor, left the elevator, and you offered a day to throw them a welcome diner, you’d invite your roommate and they could call their other friends. Robin seemed excited, all big gestures and loud voice. You liked her.

Goodbyes were said, you were going back to your place — through the stairs this time, thankfully you lived on the second floor — and they were going grocery shopping. Robin walked to the front door of your building, but Steve stayed planted in front of you for a while as you looked at each other and you tried not to smile too wide.

“Can I take you out on a date?” he asked after a while, fingers twitching and you wondered if he wanted to touch you. You wanted him to touch you.

“First one in the city?” you teased and he huffed a laugh while running his hand through his hair.

“One of many with you, I hope. No one else caught my eye, if I’m being honest.” The man was straight forward. You felt you cheeks burning, couldn’t hold back the wide grin anymore.

“You’ve been here just a week, Steve,” you said, warned him almost, because you wanted so much with him, and you were afraid of were this could go if it went wrong.

“Meh, it took me a while and some bumps to the head, but now I’m pretty good at knowing what I want. Don’t gotta search for so long anymore.” His eyes were staring deep into yours, and you felt his hand coming to find yours to hold.

You bit your lip and his eyes traced the movement, and there was a butterfly party in your stomach.

“Someone told me there’s a great restaurant just at the end of the street,” he said, referencing one of the tips you gave him early.

You laughed. “Yeah, okay. Take me out on a date, Steve. Next Friday?”

“I’ll be counting the days.” He took a step closer, his thumb was tracing patterns on the back of your hand and your skin was tingling. “Can’t believe I’m glad to have gotten stuck on an elevator. Well, create good memories to overlap the bad ones, I guess.”

“I’m looking forward to create other memories with you,” you almost whispered, because being that open was scary, and the way you wanted him so much was scary, but he smiled at you again and it was blinding in the best way.

“Me too, honey. See you around,” he said, before pressing a kiss on your still burning cheek, and you could smell his scent of soap and fabric softener, hairspray and fancy cologne, and you had to hold yourself back not to get buried in his skin.

God, it was pathetic how far gone you already was.

He walked away still facing you, holding your hand until the very last possible second before letting go, and you could hear Robin laughing in the background but you only had eyes for him.

Yeah, you’d also be counting the days.

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The sun was finally starting to set on the horizon as darkness started to creep upon Aoyama. The man of the hour Luis Kōkyū was relaxing in his living room when he heard a knock on his door. Rising from his seat, Luis walked to his door, grumbling about who it could be. Opening the door, Luis scowled when he saw no one was there and was about to shut the door until he saw two boxes on the ground. Picking them up, Luis brought them inside and opened the first one he grabbed. 

Inside the first box was a two tiered cake. It was decorated in a way that was made to look like traditional Mexican embroidery. Dahlias and roses made of whipped frosting decorated the cake as well. It looked delicious, and Luis had high hopes that it would reach his high expectations. Setting it aside, Luis turned to the other gift and opened it. 

Inside the other box was a couple of CDs, all from the singer Vicente Fernández. Luis blinked; he didn't think anyone from Japan knew El Rey de la Música Ranchera. Noticing a note, Luis picked it up and began to read.  

Dear Luis-san,

Happy Birthday! Sorry for not being able to deliver this in person, but life gets in the way you know. Anyway, enjoy the cake and CDs! I hope you have a good time celebrating the rest of your birthday with your grandma!

Kanra Akemi

"Oh no..." Luis thought as he looked at the CD's.

An hour later...

Luis sighed as he sat at his grandmother's kitchen table, eating the cake Kanra had baked for him while trying in vain to ignore the music of Vicente Fernández that was currently playing from the kitchen radio. His grandmother was currently singing along while eating the cake along with her grandson, a joyous and happy smile on her face.

Growing up in his Abuela's house, he had to get used to her strange tastes in music. Although she lived in Japan, she was Hispanic to her core, so she naturally loved Mexican music. Some of it, Luis didn't mind all that much. Others, they made him want to grit his teeth in frustration, especially if it was ranchera music, which, unfortunately, was his grandmother's favorite type of music.

And her favorite ranchera music player was none other than Vicente Fernández, himself. Luis recalled two years ago when Fernández passed away, his grandmother was depressed for almost a week, playing nothing but his songs on the radio. While he could certainly empathize with her, that didn't stop Luis from spending as much time out of the house as possible.

Sighing inwardly once more, he continued to dig into the cake as grandmother continued singing.

"Luis, asegúrate de agradecer a ese simpático niño Kanra por esos CD."

("Luis, be sure to thank that nice Kanra child for those CD's.")

"Si, abuela." Luis said, rolling his eyes, not entirely should if he should thank his cooking rival for this, or not.

[spectaculardistractions]

From Luis García-Abrines New Haven, February (whatever the day may be) 1957 Dear Distinguished Genius, It’s a while since I wrote, years in fact, and naturally you did not reply. Adolfo Salazar told me you were His Royal Highness, or something like that. I think you will know who I am. My father was a doctor to you and your family. I think he treated your ears. Unsuccessfully, I fear, because I’ve been told you are quite deaf. When my brother Adolfo finished studying at Stanford and went to Mexico I told him he should look you up and he did just that. And to end this introduction, I should say that I know all the Buñuels except for you and your family. And that’s enough of that, for Christ’s sake! I am writing this time to send you an article I’ve written about you. I’m quite annoyed, because I asked your nephew Leonardo to send me some information, and to write to you to clarify some details and see if I could publish some photographs, etc. And that monster hasn’t written to me for months. If there are mistakes in my article you will have to shout at him, not me. You should also shout at the editor of Yale French Studies, because he cut out precisely half of it. The background to the article is brief. I am at Yale teaching Spanish Literature and the aforementioned journal asked me to write an article on Spanish film. I told them the only interesting thing about Spain was you and that, if they wanted me to write something, it would be about you and only you. They accepted, and when Leonardo and his wife came to stay for a few days at my house, I discussed it with him and now you know the rest. Please believe me when I say that I wrote the article out of the greatest admiration and respect. If you don’t like it, even bearing in mind all the aforementioned extenuating circumstances, please forgive me. My intention was to celebrate Spain, Aragón and Luis Buñuel, in a journal that is well known throughout North American academia. The anecdotes they have published were told to me by your brother Alfonso and by José Camón. They didn’t publish others that Ángel del Río told me, including the one about how you hypnotized him and turned him into a lion. So, I am pretty annoyed about all that too, believe me. One thing I’m quite pleased about is that they haven’t cut much of what I said about your mother, Doña María, of whom I am so very fond. She, as you know, regards everyone as good, she simply doesn’t understand malice, the result being that she is the only truly good person in the whole of Zaragoza. I’m also sending the article to your mother and to Alfonso. I know he will say it’s utter rubbish. I know him well. Every year here at Yale we screen Land Without Bread, An Andalusian Dog and The Young and the Damned. We also occasionally screen This Strange Passion and Robinson Crusoe. Last year I wanted to give a lecture on The Golden Age. I wrote to the Museum of Modern Art in New York, but they wrote back saying that they didn’t have a copy and that, in any case, it was banned in the United States and had never been screened. I would really like to show it at a private screening for the Faculty here at Yale. Nobody knows about it here, and they bust my balls going on and on about Le Sang d’un poète. Can you provide a solution? If it didn’t cost too much, I would gladly have a copy made for me, with your permission of course. If you were in New York and had a couple of days free and were interested, you could bring it along and give the lecture yourself. That would be really wonderful. Although, to be clear, I should let you know that Yale doesn’t pay much for lectures. I don’t think they paid Stravinsky much either when he gave a lecture at Harvard on the poetics of music. They would give you precisely $50, which would just about cover your transport costs. All board and lodgings would be covered by Yale: the department would hold a dinner for you and invite the Faculty; the Dean would hold a small drinks party for you, with all the whole Faculty again; and I would be completely at your disposal naturally, as would my home so that, if you came with your wife or one of your sons, they would be able to stay with me. Let me know what you think. It would make me very happy if you like the article; and I send my warmest greetings to your wife, your children, and to you from your unconditional friend, Luis García-Abrines 137 College Street, Yale University New Haven, Connecticut [PS] Do you have an address for Mantecón and Millares? I have a palaeography question and I wanted to consult with them before I publish an article on fifteen-thcentury falconry texts. Here’s a jota in your honour, if you haven’t heard it already: Saint Lawrence sat on the pyre And said to the Jews in ire: Throw more wood on, you bastards, be bold, For my balls, they are growing quite cold Let me know if you’d like more copies and I’ll send them. I’m enclosing a programme and supplement for Don Adolfo Salazar. I haven’t written to him for years. Please ask him to forgive me. I will write. I’ve had a very Baroja-esque life. I clashed with my family, with society, with politics and with the Church. I left for Paris, where I lived for two years. Then I got married and came to the United States. I’ll have to write to him and hope he can forgive me.

Jo Evans & Breixo Viejo, Luis Buñuel: A Life in Letters