#malena is you're seeing this

[disney-forever-and-evermore]

I'm taking the IBDP, one of the world's most difficult diploma programs. why the fuck am I explaining miraculous to my new bestie when I could be working on my tangled ee???

here are some excerpts you can analyze for your english hl essay or smth:

if anyone gets a seven in the miraculous HL class please tell me

cause how tf do you get Thomas Astruc to not give you 2s if you are pro-Chole redemption?

[lavampira]

liara expressing love for malena like an archaeologist makes me feel like I need to lie down for an eternity. saving her tags, recovering her body before it can be sold off (let alone to the collectors), displaying part of her old armor in her apartment. ough

[ashuzu44]

Hi honey, how are you doing? Well, ahm I'm just learning about the law, I still have some doubts.

I would like to manifest to be the most beautiful woman in the world, something like man-eater or have the energy of malena. However I believe that until now no woman has been able to achieve it, you see that the tastes are different and that. I would also like to manifest a famous man I am in love with and he is married, and it is almost impossible to meet him. Besides there are 4 other celebrities that I would like to manifest but I don't know if it is possible. So I thought about manifesting in my university currently to that unreachable group of guys who do not notice my existence or that of my friends, but I find it hard to believe that it is possible and the 3d. Besides seeing that they ignore us and that, that's why sometimes I doubt and even get depressed about how it would be possible. Could you give me some suggestions or a challenge to challenge me and then bring a success story? Ok honey, that's all. Thanks for the support, I admire your support

Hi, sending love! I am doing good, what about you? Happy to answer your doubts as well as I can! ୭ 🧷 ✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀𖦹 ׂ 𓈒🐇 ೀ

"I would like to manifest to be the most beautiful woman in the world, something like man-eater or have the energy of malena." - Just wanted to start off by reaffirming that you are literally gorgeous and deserve every single amazing thing that you receive. And your energy and vibe you give off, ugh stop its too powerful. <3

"However I believe that until now no woman has been able to achieve it, you see that the tastes are different and that." - If no one has done it, you do it. YOU be the first person don't be scared or doubtful because "nobody" has been able to do it. If nobody wants to step up and take that role in your reality, then YOU do it. You have that power to do it.

"I would also like to manifest a famous man I am in love with and he is married, and it is almost impossible to meet him." Besides there are 4 other celebrities that I would like to manifest but I don't know if it is possible. - Circumstances do not matter. He could be whatever you can still get him because this is your reality. Anything is possible. If there is anything you can take from this response to your ask is that ANYTHING, i mean it take my word and so many others' word that ANYTHING is possible. You can manifest anybody you want. Also just because there famous doesn't mean anything. They are just famous but, at the end of the day they are simply normal human beings like you and me. We can manifest any random person then manifesting a celeb person isn't any more difficult and don't make it something to be. Change your belief by the end of this post from "I don't know if its possible" to "Anything is possible because I am the creator of this reality and I can get anything I want whenever I want".

"So I thought about manifesting in my university currently to that unreachable group of guys who do not notice my existence or that of my friends, but I find it hard to believe that it is possible and the 3d." - Same thing as I said above applies here. It doesn't matter in the 3D if they don't notice you because your 3d is a reflection of what your belief is what you're thinking. If you're thinking exactly what you typed out to me then your 3d will reflect exactly that. Change your assumptions and thoughts around this and your 3d will have no choice but to reflect exactly. It will.

"Besides seeing that they ignore us and that, that's why sometimes I doubt and even get depressed about how it would be possible." - Please don't be depressed, just take control of yourself and of your power. Understand that you're a powerful person. Also what are you even talking about ignoring? They talk to you everyday what are you even saying?

"Could you give me some suggestions or a challenge to challenge me and then bring a success story?" - I am actually manifesting a guy from my uni to talk to me to, so i can take you up on that (he is like just a fun thing im not really hell bent on getting him). But a tip I can give you is make it fun. Use scenarios in your mind with your sp's and don't doubt them for one second. You can use askfirmations if you ever doubt! Literally rhetorically ask your affirmation in the same way as above for example "Why does (celeb sp name) keep texting me? I mean how obsessed with me do you have to be?"

Hope I could help!!!!!!

xoxo, karina

[urfavitgurl]

I am an insecure and average person. I have a hard time manifesting sp, because I try and some of them have girlfriends or never talk to me. On the other hand, I think I don't belong at all to the standard of beauty, which is why pretty boys don't notice me. I tried with affirmation tapes a couple of weeks ago, but I see the 3d and it's overwhelming. My sp was dating the most popular girl and everyone is dying for her, she is antonymous to who I am physically. I don't know how to feel, I'm already tired and sad, I wanted to manifest being as famous as malena and attract everyone. But I don't know, it just doesn't happen. And it depresses me to know that life goes on like this and my self-esteem is low. Thank you for reading me dear

STOP STOP STOP NOW! honey, you need to improve your self-concept rn

like, if you think these things about yourself and take them as facts, that's what reflects in 3d/physical.

you are dictating how people will see you, what they will think about you and even what they say about you.

leave your sp, his girlfriend and his friends aside for a few moments, like right now.

why do >you< think you are insecure and average???????? like wtf?? you're god, dear!

do you really need to fit into standards?? and.. what standards????

start thinking well of yourself, value yourself more, assume more self-confidence and self-love.

if you like to affirm, affirm that you are the most confident and beautiful person this world has ever seen. do u know why? because you are, darling! you're stunning, magnetic and totally perfect, everyone likes you, everyone admires you. you're everyone's crush. you are beautiful, you just lack the confidence and self-love to see it. you are the standard of beauty itself.

if you like listening to subliminals, listen to subs for self-concept and self-love, imagine your best version and be it.

stop acting like an extra in a beautiful story in which you are the protagonist.

take care of yourself, take care of your health, take care of your mind. this is important!

[olivianyx]

I am an insecure and average person. I have a hard time manifesting sp, because I try and some of them have girlfriends or never talk to me. On the other hand, I think I don't belong at all to the standard of beauty, which is why pretty boys don't notice me. I tried with affirmation tapes a couple of weeks ago, but I see the 3d and it's overwhelming. My sp was dating the most popular girl and everyone is dying for her, she is antonymous to who I am physically. I don't know how to feel, I'm already tired and sad, I wanted to manifest being as famous as malena and attract everyone. But I don't know, it just doesn't happen. And it depresses me to know that life goes on like this and my self-esteem is low. Thank you for reading me dear

Heyy! Not to answer your ask with a question, but are you really doing what's needed to be done? Are you constantly thinking as if you're the version that has what she wants, attracts anyone she desires, has high confidence, is pretty asf? No. You're thinking that you're insecure, average and what not? That's what the 3d shows you.

Are you working on your self concept? No. Pathetic right? You're the reason that you don't have what you want. It is what it is unfortunately. So change yourself. Stop abusing yourself being the same person you don't like. Stop victimizing yourself, stop being rude and hateful towards yourself. That's just being pathetic. Cus ain't no Flynn rider or prince naveen is coming there to save you. You're in charge for your life. You're the creator, the operant power, you control what happens, so stop being pathetic and get up. That's all i got to say to you.

[theshiftingwitch]

I am an insecure and average person. I have a hard time manifesting sp, because I try and some of them have girlfriends or never talk to me. On the other hand, I think I don't belong at all to the standard of beauty, which is why pretty boys don't notice me. I tried with affirmation tapes a couple of weeks ago, but I see the 3d and it's overwhelming. My sp was dating the most popular girl and everyone is dying for her, she is antonymous to who I am physically. I don't know how to feel, I'm already tired and sad, I wanted to manifest being as famous as malena and attract everyone. But I don't know, it just doesn't happen. And it depresses me to know that life goes on like this and my self-esteem is low. Thank you for reading me dear

Self concept! Self concept! Self concept!

If you think that about yourself, you're painting a picture for other people that dictates how they see, think, and talk about you.

Ignore the sp and the girlfriend and the friends for a second, why the hell would YOU think you're average and insecure and don't fit the beauty standards? What standards anyway? Reel that negative self talk back in and start thinking highly of yourself! Affirm that you are the most beautiful person on this planet! That you're stunning and charming and magnetic and everyone admires you! That YOU'RE the beauty standards and that your confidence inspires people!

Listen to subliminals about self concept, visualise the best possible version of yourself and start embodying them. Quit acting like a background character in your own life when you're the main bitch!

Then when you feel like the baddy that you are, you can manifest the dumbass with the poor taste and questionable qualities.

Happy manifesting ❤️

[crimson-moonflowers]

During all my time interacting with the jjba fandom (mostly for SDC because, y'know...), I've seen people hating the Seth episodes.

Which can be understood! You don't have to like all chapters just for the sake of saying you're a fan of something.

But after reading the same discourse over that episode over and over again, I can't feel like I watched an alternative episode or something. Because, I saw nothing regarding that discourse?

And before someone comes like "you like the character and that's why you're defending it!" I... Really don't? That guy is just- that. Another of the many weird people working for Dio.

All along the episode (even the first time I watched it) I just saw a guy trying to kill the crusaders, focusing on two. Like- no matter what had his stand been, even if it was a different power, I'm sure he would've acted the same. And it was just a stand that made people younger, because that meant they would probably be weaker. I don't really see where the whole disgusting stuff people affirm Alessi does comes from? I've watched those episodes in different sources, with both Spanish and English subtitles, and there's nothing weird said by the guy? At least nothing regarding the whole "he's a p*do" thing. In fact, the episodes where silly and sort of funny.

At least until Malena appeared.

And I don't see many people talking about this? Like, out of the adults in those episodes, she was the weird one, saying unnecessary stuff, and yet everyone seems to be ok with her?

"But she was just helping a kid!"

Yeah, but let's think of something. Take Malena and replace her with a man. Or, idk, and old lady like Enyaba. Then that behavior would be weird, right?

Better yet! Replace her with a character "less appealing to the eye". A woman you would consider "ugly". And I'm sure a lot of people would freak out.

So, in my personal opinion, there must be some weird "elder sister figure" stuff going on (I mean- I guess that's something more normal in Japan). But I still don't fully get why the random guy who's whole mission is to kill a guy is the weird disgusting one, but a woman saying weird stuff to a naked kid isn't.

[thehangingswiftie]

Who are you? Who? To everyone, you're the example of the perfect father. To Lara you're a hero. To malena you're a good man. To elena you're her boyfriend. To mom, you're her ex and colleague. To me? To me you're a monster, you say you went through the same as me, but how is that possible? We're completely different. I'm so tired of having to come to this stupid house you rent the whole month for just four days, of having to call you every day and pretend I care about you, of having to pretend you aren't the reason my arms are sometimes covered in scars. I'm tired of hearing you say that my girlfriend is toxic, I'm tired of hearing you say I'm selfish when it's you the one who pretends to be the morally correct savior of the world. I'm so tired. Do I love you? No. Do I wish I did? Yes. I wish I had Lara's innocence, or maybe it's just that I'm the one child who you dont care for. The loud, weird fuck up who isn't deserving of love. I'm so tired of being the fuckup. So tired of everything. Everytime you say "when I'm gone" I wish it happens as soon as possible. I hate you in every sense. You disgust me. How can you insist on me having to be like you? I don't want that, I'd rather die. And I probably will, and then maybe, just maybe, you'll see the person behind the fuckup.

From your "child" to you, father

[nothingofvaluewaslost]

STORY: Put Her Down

Dark. Katja grows up in an emotionally abusive foster home. The thing keeping her sane is her beloved cat Qetesh, but her foster-parents notice and use the cat to blackmail her.

Don't expect any happy endings.

I'm doing something a bit different this time. The germ of this story was a letter to an advice column in a youth magazine, many decades ago, from a girl in a similar situation. Because I would feel terrible using a situation real children go through purely for my own inspiration, I will donate all proceeds from this story to the NSPCC.

If you've been lurking here, consider subscribing to my Patreon at least this time. It can be found here.

Put Her Down, by Christina Nordlander

The first time Jörgen and Malena used the threat was when Katja was ten. Qetesh must have been one year old; Katja had been nine when she’d got her. She wasn't a kitten any more. If she'd been human she would have been a young woman.

It wasn't the first time they’d used Qetesh to win a fight. She hadn't got any birthday presents because they'd given her the cat. She paid for the cat food with her allowance, and when she asked for more, so she'd be able to afford something for herself, Jörgen said:

“It's your cat. If you can't afford to care for it, you didn't have to keep it.”

They'd finished supper. It was already pitch black, the yellow light was dirty on the blackness in the windows. Jörgen had asked if she was going to do the washing-up. It had sounded like a question, not a demand.

“I don't think I can make it tonight,” she said. “Can't I do it tomorrow instead?”

She had a maths test tomorrow that she needed to study for.

“Right,” Jörgen said, grabbing the table edge to get up. “If you're going to be like that, we might as well put Qetesh down.”

At first she didn't get what he was saying, as if he was speaking another language. It took some seconds to get through and then she felt cold.

Last time she'd seen Qetesh she'd been lying on Jörgen's and Malena's bed. If she ran up to her, he might think she was going to leave the dishes. She washed up, the plates and glasses and the pan where dried bits of boiled potato had stuck, but almost once a minute she turned her head towards the hallway. She would see if they carried Qetesh out to the car. She would hear when they opened the front door.

As soon as she was finished she ran upstairs and carried Qetesh into her bedroom. She put her down on the folded blanket on the bed and hugged her so hard that Qetesh yelped like a squeak-toy and scratched her.

“No, don't be mad at me,” she whispered, so soft that Qetesh would understand from her voice. “It's their fault.”

Such a disgusting expression, 'put her down.' Why couldn't they say 'kill'? It meant the same thing, but it wasn't as cowardly.

Qetesh leapt down from the bed and went to the door. Katja had to let her out. She sat on the bed in the unlit room and watched Qetesh nosing her way out into the hallway. Nobody hurt her the next day either.

It was raining when she walked home, a steady rain that made all surfaces as grey as the sky. The terraced estate was almost across the road from school. Qetesh was lying under the leaves in the flowerbed and meowed when Katja opened the gate. Her black-and-white fur was a bit tufted and discoloured at the ends from the wet. Her eyes were large and almost completely round like on a kitten, her nose was unusually small.

Katja put cat food on the plate in the back room. While Qetesh was smacking up the food, she got some kitchen tissue and dried her. Qetesh flicked her ears every time.

Jörgen and Malena were still at work. The unlit hallway was full of shadows, the light was silvery.

In her bedroom, a couple of moving crates and a folded old iron bed were pushed in front of the window. She sat down at her desk and started her English homework. Qetesh jumped onto the desk, and she pushed her off. She had her back to the window, but she could hear the clear dripping outside. If the rain stopped she could go outside, for a long time, maybe past Mor Saras Väg and along the forest road. She wouldn't have to be home until supper.

She was twelve, she would start seventh grade in autumn. In three years, nothing would be keeping her in Smedby: she would have finished compulsory education. As soon as she finished ninth grade she could get to grandma in Lund. They'd gone to see her when mum and dad were alive. She remembered a tall brick house and a glazed corridor that was a jungle of spider-webs and kitchen herbs in flowerpots. If she and the cat got to stay, she would do any housework that needed doing in exchange for food and a bed. Jörgen and Malena weren't likely to come for her; if anything, they'd be happy to get rid of her.

How much would it cost? She only needed a single ticket. If she couldn't afford to take the train she could hitch a ride. No, the biggest challenge was waiting three more years.

She finished the homework, and the rain hadn't stopped. She got her coat anyway.

Malena had told them that her co-worker's cat had had kittens.

“I wish we could buy one,” Katja had said.

“You wish so much,” Malena had replied, as if she was a spoilt little brat.

But one or two days later, Malena came into her room with a corrugated board box with a kitten peeking over the side. It wasn't newborn, but still so small that Katja could hold it in her hands. Its fur had large black and white spots. Its tail was a little point that stood straight up while it ran around on the quilt.

“The litter box is in the car,” Malena said. “I don't want to hear any whining about cleaning up after her.”

Katja hugged her angular shoulders. Maybe she should have hugged Malena more.

The cat was female. She named her Qetesh, after a slim silver purebreed she'd seen in a video. She used to sleep in Katja's bed, and a few times she crawled in under the quilt so that Katja could feel her glossy fur against her soles. Those were the best nights. She pulled the quilt over them as if they were the only population in their own world. Sometimes she pretended that they were sleeping in a little boat or a spaceship.

In the encyclopaedia it said that female cats could live for fifteen years. That was short, but she would still be twenty-four when Qetesh died. Then they would have moved out of here.

“Why are you looking so grumpy?” Jörgen said over supper.

She hadn't been grumpy. The food was good, spaghetti with bacon and little transparent cubes of fried onion.

“I'm not grumpy. It's just because I'm tired.”

“Tell you what, if you're going to look like that, I would prefer not to see you at the table.”

She got up and took her plate. She walked fast, because if she looked relieved he might not let her leave.

She put the plate on the desk and lit the angle-poise lamp. She'd been eating for a few minutes when she heard his footsteps in the stairs, heavier than Malena's, then in the hallway. Perhaps he would keep walking. She kept cutting the spaghetti so he'd hear, but she couldn't swallow.

The door-handle clattered too loudly when he opened the door.

“What were you trying to achieve? With that display.”

He'd told her they didn't want to see her. She sat still, staring down into her plate, as if he would lose interest if she didn't move.

“And don't just sit there gaping!”

He yanked her right twin-tail until she had to raise her head. She didn't look at him, just at the light in the hallway over his shoulder.

“Soon you won't have to see me any more, at least,” she said.

He must have looked stupid with astonishment.

“As soon as I finish ninth grade, I'm going down to grandma in Scania. Then you'll be rid of me.”

He laughed. That meant that at least he wouldn't hit her.

“What, when you're fifteen? And can't work... not even people who've graduated can get a job in this country nowadays, no, you need a university degree. So you would live with a seventy-year-old pensioner who can't walk and expect her to support you?”

“She's got money! I would clean for her and work in the garden... and everything else she wanted...”

Her voice went high. She had to stop; she was hitching for breath like she was going to start crying.

He laughed again.

“Of course, sure,” he said. “You don't even know how to switch on the oven.”

At least he went after that. She closed the door and ate the last grease-shiny bits of spaghetti. The spices still tasted good, after this.

She was twelve, and would have to stay there for six more years. Six years might not sound long when it was a number on a piece of paper. She could go outside, but there was more homework now that the summer break was approaching. The teachers could have let her stay in school all afternoon to do that work. The classroom would only be lit by the pale light from the windows. It would be so quiet she could hear the footsteps in the corridor.

Sometimes she sat next to the sleeping Qetesh and told her everything she couldn't tell anyone else. She wasn't a human, but at least she was something alive. Sometimes it felt like all the things she said ran down into the cat's deep ears and would collect in lumps in there.

The term finished. She didn't have anywhere else to go. She went outside, long hikes where she pretended that she wouldn't have to go home, but when she got back Malena yelled at her for avoiding them.

“But I'm on holiday.”

Then it had turned into a fight, but it barely even counted as fights any more, her crouching where she sat while Malena screamed at her that they hadn't had to foster her, and while she caught her breath Katja screamed:

“Throw me out in the street, then! That's better than living here!”

Jörgen had got up.

“Then I'm taking Qetesh to the vet,” he said. “We warned you that this would happen, didn't we? No, crying doesn't help any more. We're putting her down.”

She ran after him into the cork-lino hallway, and into the living-room, and into the garden and to the shed where they kept the cat carrier, and she hung by his jeans leg, dragging after him in the wet grass and mud and crying until her head was throbbing. He had his hand on the doorknob when he gave in.

“I won't do it this time, then,” he said. “But next time you behave this way you know what will happen. Do you understand?”

Qetesh would live, so she thanked them, asked forgiveness, whatever the hell, the words were so shapeless with sobs it didn't matter what she said. It felt like it took all evening. After a while it seemed like she slipped out of the blubbering muddy child down there, as if she didn't want to acknowledge herself after all the things she'd said.

That night was the first time she threw up without being ill.

She behaved better after that. She wore clean clothes, washed her hair every other day, pressed her face into a metal-hard mask that always smiled. They didn't want her to be grumpy, but they didn't care whether it looked natural.

She'd started putting Qetesh out as soon as she got up in the morning, because if they couldn't get her right away they might not bother. But Qetesh was such a fucking house-cat, she kept to the front yard and barely even crossed the road. Perhaps she saw it as being loyal.

Run away? She'd had her plan of getting to Lund, and it hadn't worked. Even if she'd had any plan for surviving outside Fältvägen, not to shiver in a rainy forest or be abused by adult men, she couldn't have taken Qetesh with her. She would have had to carry her all the way.

She lay on the bed without crying, because she'd just get a headache and they would notice that her eyes had gone red. Malena was chopping something down in the kitchen. It sounded like the ticking of a large clock. If she went outside, Malena would see her.

Something creaked, but it was just Qetesh pushing the door open with her nose. She rubbed against the desk, then took a fluid leap into the bed and curled up. She was warm against Katja’s leg.

Katja crawled around in the bed so she could hug her. Qetesh's breath was a thin cool draught against her forehead.

“I wonder if you'd understand that I love you.”

Her voice faltered and didn't sound like hers any more.

She got up and took the knife from the desk, a Swiss Army Knife that she'd got as a bonus when she was selling door-to-door for the World Wildlife Foundation. The handle was a shiny saturated red. Qetesh reacted when she got out of bed, but didn't run. Katja closed the door and sat down. She stroked Qetesh to make her lie still. She felt her purr.

Jörgen was still at work, but she couldn't put this off. If she put it off she would never do it.

After some time Qetesh stretched out on her side so that you could see her belly. If only she could fall asleep before it started.

She stuck the knife into Qetesh's throat, but her skin was stronger than she'd expected. She drew blood, but Qetesh wriggled out of bed with a sound she'd never heard before and ran for the door.

Oh God. Katja crept towards her across the rug with the knife. The cat mustn't run under the bed; she would have to lure her out, and she couldn't lure. She had to finish it now.

She got up and yanked out a drawer. Qetesh scrabbled at the door. Katja let the drawer fall on her. She heard the sound. She raised the drawer and struck it down. It had to be over now, right? She put her hand on the soft belly. It was still warm, but she couldn't feel a heartbeat. There was blood on the lino and the rug. It didn't matter any more.

As she carried it downstairs she noticed that her arms were bleeding. Qetesh had clawed her in long scratches. She didn't feel the pain.

Malena didn't turn around when she entered. Katja laid the body on the table, and a little blood got on the tablecloth.

“Things are going to be different,” she said.

THE END

[rhodochrosite-love]

Bruno x oc (Lola) nextgens under cut

Bruno and Lola Madrigals children Oscar Madrigal, 17 y/o (gift- Dreamwalking. He’s able to tell what dreams could be about, any secret meanings, and even help change them for the better (but sometimes, things could go wrong, and dreams can become nightmares, the tone shifting entirely)) Salvador Madrigal 14 y/o (gift - Comforting Perfume. He’s able to create a perfume that is comforting for a person to smell, triggering pleasant memories and feelings, and he’s able to bottle it up and give it to those in need. By boiling water, hes able to infuse the scent into it, creating the perfume)

Claudia Madrigal 6 y/o (gift - Illumination. She’s able to use moonlight, and all that relates, to light up areas/make things glow around her. She’s also able to slightly predict when danger is coming due to the star’s nature. Her lights come in the forms of standard moths, varying in size depending on how she casts them)

Children:

Oscars → Adella and Sofia

Salvadors → Valentino, Javier, and Maria

Claudias → Sebastian, Malena, Luca, and Luna (last two are twins)

Adella can see the red strings of fate, and is able to tell what sort of relationships come about with them. Right arm— friends, Right wrist— family, Left arm— pets, Left Wrist— Lovers. There can be broken strands, frayed strands, thick strands, and very thin ones. If she touches the ribbon, she’s able to reveal it to everyone in the room, and she is able to snip connections with a special pair of scissors.

Sofia can negate any gifts by speaking to the gift holder, and it's released when she grants it.

Valentino posses a version of his Abuela Lola’s gift, a sort of shadow magic. He’s able to create crystals that glow with an umbral energy, and he sells them as dreamcatchers, which they kind of are? They soak in negative energy and if they’re taken back to him, he can consume it all and get rid of it later with a small ritual.

Javier has super speed, and can travel across the whole town in 3 seconds.

Maria can make inanimate objects come to life. She can usually manipulate a couple medium sized things at once (pianos) OR one BIG one (a church) OR a lot of small ones (spoons and brooms).

Sebastian is able to control winter properties (frost, snow, ice). Can make winds chillier, cover things in aforementioned properties, and most of all create constructs and golems made of such things.

Malena can see into the past, able to see things as small as where someone forgot their hat or as big as ‘who hurt you all those years ago?’

Luca can teleport, and can travel as far as he can see.

Luna has an impressive pair of swan wings, and is able to fly, glide, and hover using them.

Salvador has a husband and a wife, Angel and Bianca. Valentino being Sal’s and Biancas, Javier being Angels and Biancas, and Maria being an adopted child, taken in as a baby. Angel is a very sweet and timid man, a gentle giant, whilst Bianca is a bit of a firecracker, doing things on whims to escape monotony.

Oscar has a partner, Sage, who is a he/him trans man. They wear bandages and have not had any sort of surgeries. Sage isn’t the brightest bulb in the shed, but he’s got a very good instinct. (Sort of like a Barley Lightfoot-H20 Delirious combo? Either way he’s a bit of a dunderhead).

Claudia has a husband, Leonel, who she’s childhood friends with. Leonel is a very compassionate yet very sarcastic pessimist. It contrasts well against Claudias optimism.

If you've made it this far, WOW. You're seriously dope. You get half off a commission! No joke. Send me an ask that says 'beep bop' if you got this far!

[devianttxrts]

"i'll show you where they park." there was a smile on her face, even though she knew full well how likely she was to do exactly that. her and six might have had their differences, but malena was more than happy to call some things karma. especially when the offer to inflict it amused her equally as it flattered her. "you get used to it." a shrug was given at the unfortunate truth. "hm, i dunno, i could see you making it to three days before fists started flying. you're stronger than you give yourself credit for." malena teased, taking advantage of one of the many positives that came with being a passenger as she leaned her elbow against the door and rested her head against her fist; better angled to look at six. she could have shivered at the implications. "i knew there was a reason i kept you around." the smirk she gave her was spirited, and she was entirely unable to help it if a little anticipation creeped in to show in her eyes. there was always something to look forward to with them.

this was how six knew she was never made for jobs like this, jobs where she helped or served, because being underappreciated in her line of work would end in a bullet. sure, she had a boss, but she got to operate like a freelancer more often than not. she didn't mind listening to malena's complaints for that very reason, though she couldn't fathom people being rude to someone like her. "mm, well y'know if it ever gets too bad you can always shoot me a text. i don't mind swinging by, taking down some names, slashing some tires." she grinned, knowing she'd probably do worse than that if the other let her. "i don't know how you deal with that shit, i would probably throw a punch on my second day if i even tried it." six lamented, chuckling as she shot her a glance. "s'alright, though, i'll make sure to wear you out tonight, get you to forget all about it." despite the teasing, they both knew she was far from all talk, six would back it up in due time, she was just focused on getting them back to her place right now.

[early20sfailingplenty]

Hello, i saw the post about the cards from the sinclair brother and i wanted to see if you could do me one? (Three(four)?)

My name Is Malena and i would like all the brothers (+ you if u want)

I'm rn very stressed over the preparations for holidays and school that is right around the corner, and i'm also very scared because i don't remember anything and i fell like a failure/burden to my family

If you feel uncomfortable doing this erase it without problem, i will not get mad <3 Have a nice day. -M

Hey, Malena,

Thought I'd leave y'a lil' somethin' t'keep y'company while y're at school.

I know y're worried about not bein' able to 'member anythin', but I've seen y'work on homework an' y're so determined to get it right. Y'spend so long on just one question, just wantin' t'get it right, but y'ain't gotta be scared, sweetpea. Y'doin' amazin', so so proud o'ya. I couldn't be prouder if I tried, but I do. Tryin' is half the battle, Malena – look at'cha.

Don't matter what grade y'get or don't get, y're never a burden or a failure. Not t'me or m'brothers, not anyone. Grades don't define who y're or where y're goin'; they're just letters on a page. Important when y'get 'em, but there are ways an' means around 'em. Y're working so hard and y're gonna be jus' fine, sweetpea, I promise ya'.

I'll pick y'up tonight, yeah?

See ya', love ya', miss ya'!

Lester

Malena,

Listen, darlin'. Take y'time wit' everythin' y'got goin' on, and y'KNOW y'got m'brothers an' I. None of us are gonna' leave ya' for even a SECOND, not when y're okay an' definitely not when y're feelin' like this.

M'gonna' keep y'safe, darlin', from y'self an' everythin' else puttin' pressure on you. Y'only do what you can do each day, and anythin' else can wait until tomorrow. It ain't goin' nowhere. An' neither are you – ain't no failure or burden on anyone, you hear? Echoin' Lester now (we're sharin' paper 'cause we stole it from Vincent) but aren't things said twice by two different people almost always true? Only good things, mind. Ain't talkin' about shit talkin', tha's a whole other thing.

Go out ther' and kick some ass, darlin', I know y'know how.

Lester ain't the only one proud o'ya.

From, Bo.

Malena,

I don't know why Bo and Lester thought I wouldn't find out that they had stolen paper from me. The sneaky bastards left the torn paper remnants on my desk and the sketch pad was out of place. Do they think I don't have my own method of organisation down here?

They've never been able to hide things from me, even when we were kids.

My brothers and I will help you with any holiday preparations (I noticed neither of them addressed that part of your message but that's because they didn't want to be the ones to volunteer. Next time, just tell them you need their help. They won't refuse it if you phrase it like they have no choice), as well as anything to do with your schooling. It's not easy but you're doing your best and I'm very proud of you.

Don't be afraid to ask me for help. I can break into some of daddy's books if I need to. They haven't been touched for decades but that's all right. The data may still be of some use to you.

Yours, Vincent.

Hi, Malena!

I'm so sorry this was so late – it got lost in my inbox :(

I hope you enjoyed these letters, it was a challenge to follow the same theme without repeating myself so I hope each one scratches a Sinclair itch (if you're still into this fandom, I'm not too sure but I wanted to reply to this just in case).

If you ever want to vent or anything, please feel free to send an ask or DM me – I'm almost always online so I'll reply quickly!

- Erika💖

[blazingsai]

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Confidences in Allah (2015) by Marie Avril and Eddy Simon

This book recently published in Sweden, i went into it blindly because of the beautiful cover art!

I was so surprised seeing this soft cartoon style reminding me of Disney, but then have lots of mature themes of sex and despair. The story follows our narrator, a 16 year old nameless women, living poorly at a sheep farm, prostituting in secret for food.

One day an expensive luggage falls off a tourist bus, and it contains not only lots of money, but brand clothing and perfume. The young girl realize she is pregnant and is shamed off the property by her parents.

She takes her luggage and bribes herself a room above a bar with help of BJs. She works as a cleaner in the morning and prostitute at night, a man even proposes to her because of her being confident in her sexuality. But turns him down. Even if she's good at sex, she reveals to Allah that she hates it, it actually makes her very sad and depressed.

She births a baby in the gutter, where she also leaves it.

She eventually gets a job as a caretaker for some spoiled teenagers at a rich mansion. One of the sons rapes her, and i think even the father of the house too? They use her as a prostitute.

She is then later hired as private escort for a rich sheikh and becomes one with his harem. The women gets completely spoiled in richness, expensive clothing and jewelry. But one day police raid the mansion, and the sheikh bribes the police to leave his family alone but gives the OK to arrest his escorts.

The woman spends 3 years in jail where she finds herself deeper in to religion. When released, she spends her time at a mosque, where she is noticed by another rich man. This man is much kinder, and asks to make her his third wife. Which she agrees.

The stepmom sit and watch them consummate their marriage in the dark, to make sure she's a virgin. MC just fakes it by drawing blood from her arm and stain the sheets with blood afterwards.

She lives a somewhat happy life there for a while, til both stepmom and the husband dies of old age. She's still young but now back on the street again so she decides to move back home to the farm.

Her parents welcome her with open arms, forgot she even was pregnant (pretends it never happened?) and celebrate her success when seeing all the money. She feel content caring for sheep again.

Very unusual book for me to read, it was well written but it annoys me so so much how much power men had over her even if her sexuality was presented as a "power move". A solid 3/5 stars because the story definitely caught me!

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Malena and the Happiness (1969) by Marita Lindquist

Ten year old Malena's mother has a nasty cold that won't go away. She's sent to rest up at the hospital for a week, but instead, the stubborn cold turns out to be serious pneumonia, and the mother never comes home again.

Shocked and distraught, Malena and her little brother along with their father has to continue their days without mother. A beautiful funeral is held but despite Christmas coming up, the family decide not to decorate.

Malena, being only a young child, help herself work through her mother's death by playing that she's always waiting. She'll go stand in the corner in the street and tell herself "ugh where is she, late again.." and pretend she just missed her, then going home from school to an empty house.

Malena still has school activities, and hang out with friends and collect cards of cute dogs but always feel guilty for having fun, when her mom is not able to feel this emotion anymore.

She also thinks that, as the lone female in the household, she now has to learn to do housework. Despite being so young! When i read her trying to cook coffee and running errands, i felt so sad for her! You're just a kid, you don't have to stress like that! Buhu.. 😭

The father decide that they will celebrate Christmas at grandma. Malena involving herself with the grown-up's errands is worried she no longer will receive Christmas gifts. She feel sad when only given an album for her cards from grandma, a very serious and organized gift. And an envelope from dad.

But when opening the envelope, her dad has drawn a ugly dog card for her collection, this one with the note "I'm will be ready in 2-3 weeks, please wait for me" — and he is giving her a dog!! She start crying for happiness, and confess she feel guilty for feeling happy. And dad comfort her that mother would have wanted to her kids to be happy.

And they lived happily ever after! I liked it, and the illustrations were like line-art sketches, very cute! 3/5 stars

[hazard-and-friends]

Seconding Malena DeMartini's website, books, etc, whatever. Also Julie Naismith's facebook group (and book), which use the same method (DeMartini trained Naismith).

I've got a couple of sepanx clients right now and I give them the same three pieces of homework to start:

What is the maximum departure your dog is always okay with? This may mean "I can open the door". For a client today it was "I walk to the baby gate". For another client it's "out of sight for 5 seconds". Whatever. Find that maximum.

Make a list of all cues that indicate you are leaving. This may start with "put makeup on", or "removed the garbage bag from the bin" (both real examples). It should go all the way to "I walk out of earshot"/"I drive away". Pre AND post departure. Everything. Add 2 columns: One is "does this step depend on other steps?" (you can't drive away if you're not in the car; you can't lock the door behind you if the door isn't closed yet). The other is how hard does the dog find this step (easy/medium/hard).

Get a camera. I use Wyze Cam Pan, which was $30. Put the camera where your dog will be, and then practice with the camera. Make a second list: What cues can you see/hear on the camera that mean your dog is getting distressed? Aim for before full meltdown.

Modern sepanx training is called subthreshold training: All training sessions will be below the dog's threshold (which is why #3 is so important). Separation anxiety is a phobia, and every time you leave and Churro panics, it confirms to him(?) that he is right to fear you leaving.

So last thing: Management. The more you can end departures, the faster this goes. Can he be left with other people? Can he go to daycare? Is he comfortable (and safe) being left alone in the car?

But first goal is end all departures that make him panic, whether that means not being gone longer than he can cope, or drafting people to help out.

Hey anyone wanna talk about and give me tips for anxiety dogs? Specifically separation anxiety?

How can I help Churro be okay with me leaving the house?

[rociocrush]

Tango: “garganta con arena”

You see The day does not dawn, Polish Goyeneche. Sing me one more tango. You see The night is long Your life has a mark Sing always sing Your voice excites the tango Saying the semicolon That nobody sang Your voice From elves and ghosts Breathe with asthma From an old bandoneon Sing Throat with sand Your voice has the pain That Malena did not sing Sing That Juárez condemns you By hurting your pain With his bandoneon Sing People is clapping And even if you're dying They do not know your pain Sing That Troilo from heaven Beneath your pillow A verse left you Singer Of a somewhat insolent tango You made people Hurt with your pain Singer of an equilibrist tango More than singer an artist With vices of singer You see Me and Buenos Aires We always lack air When your voice is not here To you So much did you teach me The day you sang With me a song

“Garganta con Arena”

Tango

Cacho Castaña