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[russellius]

2024 MONACO GP | Friday

[rwpohl]

el coleccionista de cadáveres, santos alcocer 1968

[herpsandbirds]

Blue-faced Honeyeater (Entomyzon cyanotis), family Meliphagidae, order Passeriformes, Australia

photograph by Ruben Montero

[drarryspecificrecs]

H/D Wireless 2023 : (fics only)

@hd-wireless || official masterpost || AO3 || stats: 60 works The Mods : @candybarrnerd, @gnarf & @maesterchill Banner © :

@gnarf (official banner)

@itsphantasmagoria's Alive - ♫ Alive (2015) by Sia

@babooshkart's keep driving - ♫ Keep Driving (2022) by Harry Styles

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★ The playlist : Youtube | Spotify

(you) find me when the lights go down by @beyondtheclose [T, 1k] ♫ save me from the monster in my head (2020) by Welshly Arms

About This Place by @academicdisasterfic [E, 10k] ♫ You And I (2011) by Lady Gaga

All I Think About by @skeptiquewrites [T, 4k] ♫ Heat Waves (2020) by Glass Animals

All the Colors in the World by @autumnsup [M, 11k] ♫ Cinnamon Girl (2019) by Lana Del Rey

All These Little Things by @cluelesspigeons [M, 1k] ♫ Little Things (2012) by One Direction

Before the Cold Sets In by @crazybutgood & @vukovich [T, 9k] ♫ Cold Tea Blues (2021) by Cowboy Junkies

Better not Touch (Don't Touch) by @dreamingandwideawake [E, 8k] ♫ Poison (2005) by Alice Cooper

The Boys of Summer by @saxamophone [E, 19k] ♫ The Boys of Summer (1984) by Don Henley

Burst of Love by @drarryruinedme7 [E, 3k] ♫ Jealous (2014) by Nick Jonas

Can't Get You Out of My Head by @use-it-well [E, 26k] ♫ Can't Get You Out of My Head (2001) by Kylie Minogue

Don’t hate him when he gets up to leave by @deliciousblizzardshark [M, 2k] ♫ Two-Headed Boy (1998) by Neutral Milk Hotel

the eighth sin by @thehoneybeet [E, 16k] ♫ Seven Devils (2011) by Florence + The Machine

Everybody Hates a Tourist by @wolfpants [E, 51k] ♫ Common People (2011) by Pulp

I only want the ones I envy (I envy) by @porcelainheart3 [E, 13k] ♫ MONTERO (Call Me By Your Name) (2021) by Lil Nas X

if i could never give you peace by @poisonivy206 [E, 17k] ♫ peace (2020) by Taylor Swift

If You Took the Time to Try by enoby_w [T, 18k] ♫ Go Like (2019) by Fox Stevenson

If You Were Gay by @inheartofwinter [G, 9k] ♫ If You Were Gay (2003) by John Tartaglia & Rick Lyon

LA, Who Am I To Love You? by @epitomereally [E, 42k] ♫ Venice Bitch (2018) by Lana del Rey

love is just a shout in the void by @ravenesse [M, 4k] ♫ i'm in love with u, sorry (2017) by j'san

Lover, Where Do You Live? by @dodgerkedavra [E, 38k] ♫ Lover, Where Do You Live? (2014) by Highasakite

Mirrors inside me by @cavendishbutterfly [E, 6k] ♫ Love Language (2022) by SZA

A Pureblood's Guide to Driving and Apostasy by @meandminniemcg [E, 9k] ♫ I'm On Fire (1979) by Bruce Springsteen

Rich Friend by @sorrybutblog [E, 18k] ♫ Rich Friends (2017) by Portugal. The Man

Seven Days, Seven Memories by @queenie-jinny [E, 25k] ♫ Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want (1984) by The Smiths

Shut Up, This Is Love by @thunderfiction [M, 33k] ♫ The Chain (1977) by Fleetwood Mac

Snitches & Sitches by @multiverse-of-fanfic [T, 4k] ♫ Once Upon a December (1997) by Liz Callaway

so scarlet it was by @hanniballevter [E, 19k] ♫ Maroon (2022) by Taylor Swift

Stars By the Pocketful by @phoebe-delia [E, 2k] ♫ Snow On the Beach (2022) by Taylor Swift feat. Lana Del Rey

Sun Thief by @floydig [E, 28k] --- ART by BlackRose532 Anti-Hero (2022) by Taylor Swift

Take You Home by @lqtraintracks [E, 26k] ♫ F*** the Pain Away (2000) by Peaches & Take You Home (2019) by Dido

Title & Possession by @kbrick [E, 49k] ♫ Misery Loves Company (2021) by Asking Alexandria

The Two Of Us In Sympathy by @ladderofyears [M, 5k] ♫ Rent (1987) by Pet Shop Boys

Vipera Berus by Justlikewriting [M, 20k] ♫ Just Pretend (2022) by Bad Omens

The Waiting by @oknowkiss [E, 43k] --- ART by @babooshkart This Tornado Loves You (2009) by Neko Case

Waking Up Slow by @sweet-s0rr0w [E, 21k] --- ART by @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm The Christmas Song (2011) by The Raveonettes

Weapons of Massive Consumption by @sandervansunshine [E, 38k] ♫ The Fear (2009) by Lily Allen

What is this feeling? by @fanficandlit [E, 4k] ♫ What Is This Feeling? (2003) by Idina Menzel & Kristin Chenoweth

What We Left Behind by @peachydreamxx [E, 32k] ♫ The Day We Caught The Train (1996) by Ocean Colour Scene

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[wolflikesmp100]

Songs that fit Thanos/Nam-Gyu’s vibes.

Gangsta- Kehlani

Souk Eye- Gorillaz

Take Your Joy- Rockit Music

Aries- Gorillaz

Feel Good Inc- Gorillaz

Sleeping Powder- Gorillaz

S&M- Rihanna Take A Slice- Glass Animals

Closer- 9 Inch Nails

Sex With A Ghost- Teddy Hyde

I Miss Having Sex- Waterparks

St. Chroma- Tyler The Creator

Imma Kill U- Insane Clown Posse

Meet Me At Our Spot- THE ANXIETY

Broken- Gorillaz

redesign- awfultune

Beachboy- McCafferty

Wet- Dazey and the Scouts

Daylight- David Kushner

Squid Melody- The Living Tombstone

Shake That- Eminem

Dr. Sunshine is Dead- Will Wood and the Tapeworms

I/Me/Myself- Will Wood

Where’s My Juul??- Full Tac

Juliet- Cavetown

Choke- IDKHBTFM

Blue Hair- TV Girl

Lovers Rock- TV Girl

Taking What’s Not Yours- TV Girl

Harder Better Faster Stronger- Daft Punk

Puppy Pound- Jazmin Bean

Die With A Smile- Lady Gaga/Bruno Mars

Na Na Na- My Chemical Romance

Helena (So Long And Goodnight)- My Chemical Romance

MONTERO- Lil Nas X

IDFC- blackbear

Alien Blues- Vundabar

No Wind Resistance!- Kinneret

Memento Mori: the most important thing in the world- Will Wood

I Deserve to Bleed- Sushi Soucy

Dolphin Style- Death Team

Mis- Alex G

Happy Pills- Weathers

Sticky- Tyler The Creator

Remember, this is always getting new songs! Make sure to check back!

[valeriaarts]

Carnotaurus sastrei sculpture

I've wanted to make a post about this sculpture's process, so I will take advantage of how Tumblr works to show photos of the phases and my experience using Milliput for the first time.

Unfortunately, I don't have photos of the exact beginning, but here's an image from a story I posted on Instagram. You can see that the sculpture is at a very early stage and is a general volume of what would later become the final figure, the whole inner part is made with aluminum foil, cardboard, and painter's tape, while the first outer layer is made with cold porcelain.

Once the bust was covered with cold porcelain and it had dried I could start sculpting the first details using Milliput, an epoxy mass that gives you 3 to 4 hours to sculpt and the truth is that I was pleasantly surprised because it allows it to work very well small details and is very easy to handle, the only thing I should have taken more into account is that once dry the Milliput gives a lot of weight to the figure.

In this first phase of detailing I focused on working in those areas that were going to require more time due to the type of texture of each one. For example, in the eyes, there are a lot of folds and wrinkles, in the horns I wanted to achieve the growth of the keratin.

For the next phase, the whole part of the skin of the face, I was guided by the images of the study of the scales of the Carnotaurus of 2021_ The scaly skin of the abelisaurid Carnotaurus sastrei (Theropoda: Ceratosauria) from the Upper Cretaceous of Patagonia.

I also used them as a reference for the paleoart scales that in my opinion showed me very well or at least gave me an idea of how I could work the skin of my bust. For example one of my mains references while doing this sculpture was the art of Fred Wierum

Now how I've tried to apply what I search about the scales.

At first I was not sure if I was going to make a neck, but as I progressed with the sculpture I could see that I was going to need the neck to give it more shape and put it on a good base.

With all the sculpting part done It was time to prime the dino!

For the painting part of the bust I wanted to try to get away from the red and yellow that is usually painted, so I decided to do some research on the types of lizards that live in Argentina and see if any of them had a pattern and colors that would fit what I was looking for. In the end I discovered Fitzinger's tree iguana, an animal with very nice colors and pattern that moved away from the reds and mixed greens with oranges and blues.

Photo credit: Roman Montero

And finally, the complete sculpture!

So here it is, I am very happy with this bust and the learning process I have gone through to make it as correct as possible.

Hope you like it!

[bubblecat-co]

Nicknames Masterlist

List of all the nicknames Aria has given to other rooks + nicknames other rooks have given her.

People’s Nicknames for Aria

Portia - Belladona

Ambrose - Lipstick

Nels - Ria

Shirevas - Crowlet

Nheil - Lady Talon, Lady Advisor

Basic nicknames - Advisor Aria, Advisor de Riva, Talon (Secret nickname)

Other rooks

Crow Rooks

Heliose - Connejita (Bunny)

Nheil- Mischief 

Portia - Bellezza (beauty/Lovliness), Charmer

Kai - Chapter

Alec - Keys, Prince

Alecto - Ermana (Sister)

Xander - Stoic

Liselath - Eyes 

Valo-Asaara - Voice

Asrani - Camellia

Evhan - Flirt

Ash’iri - Talker

Shadow Dragon Rooks

Esha - Orsacchiotta (Teddy Bear)

Isiah - Tesoro (Treasure) 

Ambrose - Kicker

Nels - Fighter, Amico

Shirevas - Shiv (Shiveras)

Nameless - Neo, Niente (nothing)

Darius - Specs, Academic

Jordan - Serpiente (snake)

Zeph - Curls

Yaseme - Shadow

Leo’nis - Dalish

Mourn Watch Rooks

Elysia - Royal, Princesa

Eleanor - Topo (Mouse)

Reto - Freckles

Hol - Bracelets

Zephyr - Z, Zeph, (later they don't have one after their get along mission)

Rowena - Sweetness 

Nyx - Poet 

Ezra - Helper, Wisper

Ruskin - Abelas (Elven for Sorrow)

Osla - bezudos (sloth)

Beck - Dazzler 

Veryl - Whiskers

Rose - Petal 

Aster - cinnamon

Lord of Fortune Rooks

Tira - Goldie

Zalan - Trapper, Hahren 

Ariana(Ari) - Pickpocket, Explosive, 

Lailani - Tricky

Grey - Map

Grey Warden Rooks

Jerran - Ruggish 

Sulana’Lin - Dirth (Elven word for Knowledge or secrets) 

Jin - Blue 

Kalais Montero - Savior, Kal

Dan - Cook

Tamrian - Simmer, Flame

Quinn - Kitten

Veil Jumpers

Caspian - Agent, Fox

Kalais Aldwir - Lilac

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Not Like Others -P.G (2)

Not me ending this as soon as I got home and did all my homework a bit rushed at 1:35am knowing I had to wake up early today✌🏻😌✨😁 But still I fell asleep with my phone in hand, so I didn't posted it on the time I had finished😭🥴 and now I'm off of work and decided to take a little breather from Uni work. Anyways... I hope you enjoy it! Please, let me know what you think of this! And I want to hear/read you guys out, what do you think it'll happen in the series?!

|Chapter I| |Chapter III|

Summary: When you get the chance of meeting Pablo Gavi, you don't seem to react as the rest of people would do and that attracts him to you

Two Weeks Later

Being the new girl was absolutely awful, everyone is looking at you, talking, whispering about you, judging the way your looks without getting to know anything from you first. You hated it and you hated being in the spotlight.

You had a week going at the Universitat de Barcelona and you were still pretty much alone since no one has got closer to you for anything. You now remember why you hated the thought of moving to a new country, this was exactly what you imaginated and exactly what you disliked.

Walking into the cafeteria, everyone turned to look at you once more, you sighed grabbing your lunch and going towards the table that was in the back, ready to eat. Have you said you hated being in this kind of spotlight?

Because you had done a revalidation and equivalence of your recent college studies in Canada for the transfer, you were now in your third semester (two semesters behind of what you actually were), where the UB had been the first one interested in you and opened their doors, accepting you into their university family. You were currently sat at one of the tables eating your lunch and enjoying some words of Colleen Hoover “Regretting You” when two girls and three boys stood in front of you

"¿Les puedo ayudar en algo?" (Can I help you with anything?) You said

"Yes, ¿Podemos sentarnos contigo?" (Can we sit with you?) The red haired girl said with a small smile

"Hemos estado queriendo acercarnos desde que llegaste pero no sabíamos como" (We've been wanting get closer to you ever since you came here but we didn't know how) The sunkissed skin boy said showing his dimples as you nod witth a light smile

"Sure" You made space for them to fill the table

"Anastasia Rodríguez but everyone calls me Ana" A dark haired girl with glasses said

"I'm Olivia Montero" The red haired girl said doing a peace sign with her fingers

"Jonathan Ontero" A blonde guy smiled

"Eric Wolf" A dark haired boy with deep blue eyes said

"Antonio Figueroa" The sunkissed boy said

"Nice to meet you guys, I'm Y/N Santos" You smiled softly

"Have you got any other friends? What do you think of the Uni?" Jonathan asked as you shake your head laughing

"You guys are the first ones to come by" You admit shyly "And it's huge, I keep on getting lost" They laugh "but it's really pretty"

"Is that why you came late to Paint II?" You nod shyly

"I think the professor doesn't like me though, he keeps on putting this bitchy face whenever I appear on his vision" They laugh

"No, that's his face. I promise" Eric chuckled as you nod laughing quietly

"I'm sorry if this may sound a bit out of place, but it's so cool and at the same time so weird to have a Canadian between us"

"I'm not" You shook your head "I'm Spaniard"

"You're even cooler then!" Ana exclaimed making a few heads come to where you were sitting, Jonathan sushed her as she softly pushed her finger up to her lip in a quiet motion. You couldn't help but laugh

"Lo siento" You said as they waved you off with a smile.

They kept on talking and it was safe to say you liked them, they were really funny. You don’t know how or when but after the lunch they had spent the rest of the day with you. Anastasia claiming you as one of them now, you smiled and accepted. You had enjoyed the day with their jokes, occurrences and got a hold of the whole system at college because of them.

They reminded you a little bit of your old friend group but instead of being five (six including you), your old group consisted of four, two and two. However these guys were chattier than ever and you loved that too seeing that you also loved to talk.

“Oh, Y/N! One of my friends is doing this party this Saturday, you should come!” Jonathan said as you all were meeting after the last class of the day.

"Party?" You ask "It's their birthday?" He shook his head

"More like a celebration" He added "He's in a team and wants to do a celebration for this big win" You nod processing

“Oh gosh! Yes, that’s such a good idea! You can socialize more, get to know people and even Barcelona!” Olivia said as you shook your head lightly

"I don't know" You said doubtly "I know nobody in there and I'm sure you guys will do your thing" You waved your hands around "The last thing I want is one of you stop spending a good time to practically babysit me and no, señor. That's not happening" You shook your head and also shook your finger side to side as they all smiled

"You're cute if you think we won't spend THE greatest time over there" You smiled blushing lightly at Eric

"Also, you're cute thinking we'll give up on the first try" Ana wrapped her arm around your shoulder "You just have to wait, you'll be crazy for the party"

And three days later you were tired of waiting. The persuasive method of these guys was extremely annoying and you were already guessing the words that could come out of their mouths, each one, taking turns on who was the one speaking next.

You could even say you had dreamed with the: 'You have/gotta/should come to my/Jonathan's friend party! It'll be awesome and we'll all be there, pretty please' words.

And when Antonio opened his mouth you instantly shushed him off.

"I'll be there" You said to him as he smiled nodding fist bumping the air

"I knew it!" He exclaimed a little bit too loud

"If you already knew the various artistic movements, Mr. Figueroa, I ask you to come up here and explain some of them" Miss Alba, the professor of Modern Art, told him in a monotone voice and her facial expression was up in interest as everyone turned around to look at you both. You looked down in shame and blushed hard as Antonio stuttered

"I-I...mmm"

"The most seen, used and that we can qualify as importants are cubism, futurism, surrealism, impressionism, expressionism, art brut and a few more" You spoke up with determination, you had already seen this curse back in Canada and you had nailed every test, quiz, popquiz, presentation and essays.

"Well done, señorita Santos. Now, señor Figueroa, le aconsejo que preste un poco más de atención a la clase y deje de hablar con Y/N, entendemos que es una chica muy bonita, inteligente y es nueva aquí, pero por favor, para los chats existen las horas de descanso" (Mr. Figueroa, I suggest you to pay a little more of attention to the class and stop talking with Y/N, we understand she's pretty, smart and new girl here, but, please, you can do that bit of chatting on your resting times) If you had blushed you were now rainbow coloured, Antonio had murmured a quiet "Sure, professor" and sank back on his seat as you heard the laughs of the whole class came in embarrassing the two of you

"Happy?" You whisper ask "You embarrassed us!"

"No, I embarrassed myself. You saved your ass answering to that question" He said with a light smile on

You shook your head and smiled lightly

"Good thing is" Antonio said softly leaning over you "... You'll go to the party" You smile nodding

"You did it, guys. I'm going to the damn party" He fist bumped the air again

"¡Joder que si!" He says as you sush him once more

"Stop that!"

...

You wonder how you got in this position.

Antonio said he was going to give you the lift but his car suddenly broke down and he was coming later because of it. Jonathan and Ana were already there since the evening helping Jonathan's friend out, Olivia was going with her boyfriend and he was driving her. And Eric had a last minute issue with his grandmother so he couldn't go, nothing too big though.

You didn't trusted going in cabs alone, you never liked it, ever since you were little and saw that a man had kidnapped a woman like that you had hated it, and on really weird ocassions you were going into one but you always had to be on the phine with someone or messaging.

Your parents were busy at the traffic and you were stuck, you thought of pulling out from the party but you also hated it, giving your word and then not fulfilling in what you said.

So, with a call to your mom letting her know you'll go there walking and a google map direction from Jonathan you decided to grab your keys and walked all the way there. It was 4:30pm so the sun was still visible and when you realized the walk was 25 minutes away, it got better and didn't think to much of it.

But how the hell did you decided to get to the party on foot was the best option if you only had two weeks and three days moved in the Catalan streets?

...Guess who ended up lost?

You sighed once more, the map only confusing you even more, you were supposed to be at El Camino street but you saw around you and you were at the Las Palmas street. You sighed in defeat.

"I'll die today" You murmured sighing

You tried to go up to people and ask them directions but you were either too shy or they didn't stopped not even to give you the time.

You were about to call desperate to any of the guys or even your parents to take you either back home or towards the party when you saw three boys across you eating a cup of ice cream.

This was your chance to get all sorted out and hopefully go to the right way towards the house.

"Hola" You touched one of the guys shoulder when he turned around his expression was full on scrunched up, it seemed like he was bothered by your presence and you smiled at him "Lamento molestarles" (Sorry to bother you, guys) You said softly to direct yourself towards the guy who's shoulder you touched and face was scrunched up "¿Quería preguntarte si tu podrías...?" (I wanted to ask you if you could...?) He cut you off harshly

"No estoy disponible para fotos o autógrafos ahorita, lo siento. Estoy con mis amigos en una salida y queremos pasarla bien" (I'm not up for pics or autographs right now, sorry. I'm with my friends and we just wanna have a great time) He said and you furrowed your eyebrows before laughing lightly

"¿Okay? Eso está perfecto. I wanted to-" (That's perfect)

"Please, no autographs nor pics"

"¿Autógrafos? ¿Fotos? I'm sorry, who do you think you are?" (Autographs? Pics?) You asked laughing lightly

"Like you don't know who I am" He said not believing it

"I don't know actually! Are you that important for me to ask for a pic or something?" He stood there without saying anything

"I don't believe it. Just go please, I'm not in the mood right now" He said and you sighed shaking your head

"Ay, hermano. ¿Sabes? Olvídalo. Was going to ask you to give me this address because I'm new here and most likely, lost; but nevermind" (Oh, bro. You know what? Just forget it) You shook your head watching his face fall a bit once you showed him your phone with Google maps on "Gracias de todas maneras" (Thank you either way) You said "Lamento arruinarles la tarde" (Sorry to ruin your evening) You said once more before turning around

"Oye, no. Lo siento, déjame-" This time you cut him off by showing your palm

"Don't worry, have a nice day" You smiled politely "Try not to be an arrogant asshole next time, maybe" You left them hearing the calls from the guy but you didn't paid attention to him too busy looking at your phone trying to guess if it's right or left

"Hola" Someone said behind you, you turned around seeing one of the guys that were along with the arrogant brunette "Disculpa a mi amigo. Es un poco quisquilloso" (Hi. Excuse my friend. He's a little peaky)

"Un poco arrogante, diría yo" (A little arrogant, I'd say) He laughed nodding

"Only sometimes" You hummed

"That's not nice at all, then" You say crossing your arms across your chest "So...?" You ask hinting on him to tell you the reason why he had come up to you

"I'm willing to help you out find the address" He said and you nodded taking out your phone, showing it to him "You're close, five minutes away tops"

"Really?" You ask impressed watching as he laughs nodding

"This is Las Palmas street, the next one is El Camino. It says here you take a turn on the left and at the end of the street there's this residence, it's in there" He smiles as you nod smiling too

"Okay okay, cool. Thank you so much. I'm sorry for ruining your evening"

"You didn't ruined anything in fact, I'm sorry for Gavi's behaviour" You smile shaking your head

"Is he really known? Or he was just taking the piss out of me?" The guy stays quiet for a bit as you shook your head "Well, nevermind... Just tell him to come down from that cloud of his, please. Arrogancy doesn't look nice at all" You said as he nods pointing gunfingers at you

"Got it" He smiled "I'm Diego, by the way. I hope Barcelona is of your liking"

"Thanks, it's really gorgeous... I just have to learn the streets" He laughed as you smiled waving at him "Gotta go, bye! And thanks once again"

"No problem at all!" That's the last thing you heard from the guy before you're walking away.

As you followed instructions from him, you indeed realized you were a block away from El Camino street, you smiled once you saw the big white house as Jonathan had described. You texted him letting him know you were outside, music was being heard from the inside and you smiled grew when you saw Jonathan came out opening the door for you.

"Y/N! I'm glad you are here!"

"I know, I'm glad too! I came here walking and got 'lost' and then there were these guys, one of them was an incredible hijo e'puta but the other helped me out"

"First going out, first party, first fight, first lost and first almost everything today... Checked from the list" You smiled shaking your head "C'mon, let's introduce you to Alejandro, my childhood best friend" Once you got inside, Jonathan's eyes were dancing across the people inside here "¡Balde!" He yelled across the upbeat song "There he is"

You walked next to him until you stopped in front of two guys who were talking and laughing in their world

"Guys! This is Y/N, the newest member into the Uni club" All four guys smiled

"Soy Alejandro" A black skin boy said hugging and giving you two kisses as you did the same "Alejandro Balde, es un placer conocerte. And this is a friend of mine, Ferran Torres"

You greeted the short haired boy just like you did with Alejandro

"¡Bienvenida a Barcelona!" Ferran said as you smile

"¡Gracias!"

"Y/N, mi casa, tú casa" Alejandro said "The kitchen is over there with the drinks and food, the backyard" He was pointing to everywhere he talked "And if you need the bathrooms, let me know, going to the downstairs bath in a party is a bit awful" You laugh nodding and agreeing with him

"¡Gracias!" You said once more

"Don't worry, hope you have a nice time!"

Yeah. You hoped that too.

After a long while drinking some Coca-Cola, dancing, eating a few snacks and overall having a nice time with your friends and Jonathan's buddies, you all sat down outside to enjoy the starry night

"Oh! I just remembered!" You said "Jonathan told me you guys were doing some celebration. I really don't know what you guys have achieved but congratulations" Ferran, Alejandro, Eric and Pablo Torre laughed lightly

"We're football players"

"That's nice!" You open your eyes lightly "And what did you guys won?"

"La Supercopa España" Pablo said as if nothing and you nodded once again "We're first team players"

"Really?"

"You don't watch football?" You shook your head a bit ashamed

"I don't really like it that much" They faked hurt "Sorry!" You all laugh "I rather hockey tho"

"Nice sport" You nod

"It truly is" You smile remembering your team "And which club you guys are in?"

"FC Barcelona" You smile got bigger.

Yes, you didn't liked football but that doesn't meant you don't know the game or the different leagues of it and Barça was a really good and skilled team. You knew your rookies about it, not many but enough to defend yourself.

"Really cool" You said "Well, then... Congratulations on the win guys"

"Gracias" Ferran said "Let me just say... Having us a friends, you'll end up falling in love with football"

"And most important, terminarás siendo una Culé" (You'll end up being a Culé) You shook your head smiling softly

"I don't think so... Gotta stay loyal to my hockey and my Mapple Leafs" They laugh

"Nah, ya verás" (you'll see) Alejandro said shaking his head

"Lo veré" (I'll see) you all laughed

"Let's see that now, then. We'll be waiting for you" Ale said

"Waiting for me when and where?" You asked

"You're invited to the next game at Camp Nou, Y/N" Torre said as you nod

That sounds good... I mean, what could possibly happen? It's just a game with your new friends.

"Deal"

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld @anastasia-nova @pixwls @footballerficsposts @dessxoxsworld @berriesarenice @chaotic-taco-collector-blog @mystic-aquarius @bisexualbith @sideeblogsstuff @http-isabela

I'm doing a taglist for Not Like Others, if you want to be there, comment a little "NLO taglist, please" and I will know that you wanna be included in it and you will be. Like I said in the beggining, I truly hope you guys like it, let me know what you think. Please, feedback is really important to me because it lets me know you like my works, it helps me with writing and makes me feel nice knowing all the effort I put in these little stories is worth it. With this being said, I read you guys, take care!

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So this past Saturday, I released the opening for my newest fanfic, “Tales of the Fantastic Four!”.

If you want to check it out, here’s the link to it.

I’ve already talked about the general gist of the show and one of the major elements of it.

But I’m here today to add something that’ll expand on that element.

As I said before, just about all the Marvel heroes are based in different parts of the world.

But I forgot to mention that some of them will have their backgrounds changed.

Which I thought not only made sense given the globetrotting theme, but also given where some of them live.

And these are the ones I’ve got so far.

Ant-Man, The Wasp and The Vision are based in Tokyo, Japan and are basically Kamen Rider.

Ant-Man and Wasp themselves are Japanese.

Their real names are even Hanku Pimu and Janetto Ban Dain, which are Japanese versions of their real names: Hank Pym and Janet Van Dyne.

Daredevil and Elektra are based in Mexico City, Mexico, with the former having returned to his swashbuckling roots, being reminiscent of Zorro.

And in that case, Elektra is basically Elena Montero.

Daredevil himself here is Mexican, with his name being Mateo Murdock.

As for Elektra, she's still Greek, but it's a lot more explicit here.

Speaking of which, has Elektra ever been explicit about being Greek at all or even looked into her heritage?

Like, in all of her voiced appearances, she spoke with a regular American accent.

It's like an even worse case of Black Widow, where she was explicitly Russian (given she was canonically born and raised there) until the movies came along and more or less threw that out.

But the biggest case of this background change are with The X-Men.

The X-Men in this universe are back to using the Blue and Gold Team dynamics.

In terms of who makes up each team….

Blue Team: Cyclops (leader), Wolverine, Rogue, Gambit, Psylocke, Beast, Jubilee, Morph, and Xavier

Gold Team: Storm (leader), Jean Grey, Nightcrawler, Colossus, Iceman, Angel (who's a female in this universe), Bishop, Shadowcat (with Lockheed), and Emma Frost.

As for their base of operation and theming.

The two teams run two different schools for mutants.

The Blue Team run the one based in Australia.

And The Gold One run the one based on Mardipoor.

The Blue Team have an explorer theming to them, reminiscent to Crocodile Dundee.

And The Gold Team are pirates.

But the heroic kind, not the usual, villainous kind!

But the major draw for them will be that in this universe, every member hails from a different part of the world.

It's no surprise that one of the major criticisms of X-Men in general is that in spite of serving as an allegory for minorities and oppressed groups, there's the irony that most of the team's most prominent members are white, conventionally attractive, "supposedly" straight Americans.

But here, they're the team equivalent of Mr. Worldwide!

Even the members that do come from the same country, reflect different backgrounds of that country.

Cyclops is still from The United States of America, specifically Alaska, but he's of mixed-raced heritage here. His father was German-American and his mother was Inupiat.

Wolverine is still from Canada, being of English descent.

Rogue is from South Africa, being of French and Italian descent (her full name is Marie D'Ancanto)

Gambit is still from Louisiana, being of Cajun background.

Psylocke is still from England, but she's of actual Japanese descent.

Beast is from, funnily enough, Australia, being of Scottish descent.

Jubilee is from China.

And Xavier is also from England.

Storm is actually from Kenya this time around: born and raised!

Jean is from Colombia, being Mulatta (specifically of French, Scottish and Congolese descendant). Her name here is also Juana Gris.

Nightcrawler is still from Germany.

Colossus is still from Russia.

Iceman is from Cuba, being of Spanish descent. His name here is also Roberto Draque.

Angel is from France, with her name being Wyn Warocqué.

Bishop is still American and of Aboriginal Australian descent, though it's much more explicit here.

Shadowcat is from Argentina, being of Scottish Ashkenazi Jewish descent. Her name here is Catalina Pryde.

And Emma is still from America, and from Boston, and is of Irish descent.

You may have noticed that I didn't talk about Morph.

Well that's because I can't really think of what background to give him.

If you can, I'd love to hear some suggestions of what to make his background.

Though I was thinking about keeping it like that, and having it be a running gag where nobody really knows where Morph comes from.

But besides that, what do you guys think about the new backgrounds I gave to these characters?

Also, I just had to do this before I end this....

Elektra, Cyclops, Colossus and Magik:

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reblog for larger sample size and feel free to request a song

[safirosiesims]

NEW SIM ALERT!!!

Name: Mario Montero (young adult);

Traits: Genius, Romantic, Idealist;

Likes: comedy, guitar, painting, research & debate, writing, blue, yellow, affection, deep thoughts, romance music;

You can find my creations on the gallery by searching my ID SafiRosie or by the #safirosie (I don't use cc creating my sims, so everyone can download them without a problem)

Hope you like,

xoxo, Rosie

[akufiwaku]

Camp Overlook MC: @campoverlook-if

Name: Noa

Surname: Montero

Gender: Agender

Eye color: Grey

Hair color: Ash brown dyed navy blue, teal & aqua

Skin color: Olive

Height: 5'8"

Calm & confident, Noa’s the type of person whose prescience sends out good vibes with their free-spirited energy and overall optimism. With such a relaxing view of life almost nothing seems to even remotely piss them off, though being the new camp counselor might put their seemingly chill temperament into trial, as well as their sanity-

During their time at Camp Overlook, they’ve developed a good amount of friendships since their time attending as any impressionable young child. Though those friendships were a struggle to keep up during the school years, with only a few still kept in contact, and even fewer were in their close circle. Though that doesn’t mean they aren’t open to new connections! Even with those that are quite…odd.

With their new job as camp counselor, Noa takes it as a new learning experience before they eventually have to move away from Crescent Cove for college, wanting to make at least a huge impact into what they consider a nostalgic package of memories. Which also means tying up the loose ends that, to this very day, sends shivers down their spine. Along with confronting other stressful situations like managing very active middle schoolers and possible murders!! (Wait what?)

It was no secret that even Noa, no matter how friendly they are with others, has a secret displeasure for certain folks of Camp Overlook even if they can never admit it to themselves or to others. It was childish of them to hold onto those impressions even to present day, but it didn’t seem like a bad idea at the time (probably considered safe too) until the worst comes to fruition during a seemingly simple camp exercise and those were thrown OUT the window. Because while they were never afraid of ghost stories or anything horror related in general, they’d rather spend an entire week cooped up with W than face some kind of weird paranormal serial killer out for them and the kids-

Other trivia:

Noa has turtle named Jasmine (based on the Disney Princess) that’s currently being looked after by a high school friend of theirs while they’re away

Was a major dinosaur lover ad a kid and wanted to be an archaeologist, nowadays they’re more into geology than anything

Often their name gets mispelled with a "H" at the end (which they don't mind but used to be pretty annoying when they were younger)

Has been going under a pescaterian diet ever since they were 12, and never plans on changing it

Avid monster energy chugger✌️

They used to have a sort of wannabe angsty emo phase as a teenager, the messy black eyeliner, ripped tights and constant Spanish cussing the whole shebang!! Well maybe not the last part, they just thought it was cool and intimidating-

Used to take self-defense lesson in high school, which is quite handy if such stressful situations were to arise.

Years ago they had a lil accident during camp and got a large scar in the left side of their stomach, while they don’t remember how they got it they do know they were around the deeper parts of the forest when it happened, but it’s not like it’s going to come back again and bite them in the ass…right?

[xthescarletbitch]

BESTIE I HAD ANOTHER ESPADA IDEA so like it’s late at night and you’re restless and you usually don’t smoke but you see espada outside smoking so she offers you one and lights it with the tip of her own and you’re so close you’re almost touching noses and she lingers in your space even after your cigarette is lit and you two stay huddled together and talk about what’s keeping you up at night and she lets her walls down and is more open with you than with anyone else and you’re kinda worried that when the day comes things will go back to how they were but when she sees you, there’s something different in the way she looks at you and when you go out to see her that night, she shares her smoke with you instead of having you smoke your own and each time you two get more comfortable with each other until she finally kisses you and wiwonroaueowhrpe

bestie, i'm sorry this is so late. i forgot about it in my drafts. i also must apologize in advance because clearly, i am not an experienced writer when it comes to those intimate moments... so i hope i did this idea some justice. <3

hazy midnights || camila "la espada" montero x reader

sfw, but i still prefer no minors (curse words are involved)

cw: reader has insomnia and anxiety, there is smoking involved

word count: 3200+

author's note: so i wrote this with the idea that the reader and camila have already had some sort of mutual pining going on, but it's gotten nowhere until you meet up one night. i also incorporated a lot of spanish to keep with the theme.

no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t seem to disregard the incessant thoughts that circled around in your head. all you wanted to do was sleep, but you couldn’t, and the more you fixated on the amount of sleep you were losing, the worse it got. to make matters even more frustrating, what felt like hours passed of trying to sleep turned out to only be a few minutes. 

you thought you’d see the light of the next day at any moment, but the gloomy darkness in the barracks remained. the only light that peered in was what the stars were giving from the night sky, in addition to the faint lighting of the lights around camp. the setting was made for sleep, but you found none. of course, that wasn’t new to you–insomnia was no stranger in your life, nor were the intrusive thoughts that plagued you. 

laid on your back, you turned your head to the left and caught a glimpse of dani snoozing away on her bed. it was intriguing how she could manage to sleep after all the horrors she’d witnessed and the trauma she’d experienced. you were happy for your friend, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel pangs of jealousy and resentment. 

you glanced back up at the ceiling and decided to take out your phone, which was placed underneath your pillow. as soon as it was raised into your view, the time flashed across the screen: 1:15. 

“mierda,” you cursed under your breath. “it’s going to be a long night.”

you decided to turn on your right side, which gave you a clear view out the window. in the distance, over by a tree, you saw a spark of light appear and then diminish. it could’ve been something as simple as a bug, but considering that you were at the montero farm, the most rational explanation to you was the lighting of a cigarette. you had no idea who it could’ve been, though; out in the west, it could’ve been anybody–it seemed that everybody smoked… well, except you. however, you were intrigued to join them anyway. after all, it seemed more appealing than staring at random objects around the barracks and cursing yourself for not sleeping. 

slowly creeping out of bed, you slipped into your combat boots and laced them up. you snuck up to the door of the barracks that was left slightly ajar and quietly pulled it towards you until there was enough space to make a stealthy exit.

as you walked out of the barracks, the gorgeous night sky caught your attention. it was a beautiful shade of blue that was magnificently complemented by flecks of white and yellow that almost resembled stars–who knew for certain in yara? there was a gentle breeze that brushed against your skin, promptly reminding you that you hadn’t even considered a jacket, but still, your feet continued to take you forward. you’d be fine.

you approached the tree and peeked around the other side to spot espada leaned up against it with a cigarette between her fingers, huffing out a cloud of smoke. she noticed your presence and waved you over to her. 

“hey,” you said, rounding the tree to stand by her.

“hola,” she muttered, putting her cigarette between her lips. she took a puff before speaking again. “you smoke?”

you weren’t generally a smoker, but the release of chemicals it would bring sounded enticing. plus, the thought of spending some alone time with espada didn’t seem so bad, either. you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t have a bit of a crush on her. then again, who didn’t? 

reading your face for an answer, espada grabbed her cigarette box from her shirt pocket and flipped the top open, pulling one out. you extended your arm out to grab it, thinking that she would place it in your hand. instead, she stepped forward and casually raised it to your mouth herself. you welcomed the interaction, parting your lips and closing them around the cigarette. your eyes made contact as she pinched her cigarette and leaned forward, getting close enough to light your cigarette with her own. 

once your cigarette was lit, and your belly was fluttering from the small interaction, espada stepped back to lean against the tree again but never quite returned to her prior distance. she remained lingering in your space, facing you, her eyes rarely leaving yours. there were a few moments of silence when you would both take drags of your cigarettes, looking up at the night sky every so often.

“what has you up so late?” she asked, seeming genuinely interested.

“too much on my mind, i guess,” you admitted. the same could be said for just about any yaran, but they could sleep just fine. why couldn’t you? “y tú?”

she shrugged, sighing as she exhaled her cigarette smoke. “i dunno, the same.”

you nodded your head in understanding. it was right back to the silence filling the air, along with the cigarette smoke and your attempts to stifle the little coughs that tried to escape. you wanted to say more–to keep the conversation going–but nothing hit you.

“it’s beautiful, no?” she finally broke the silence once more, pointing up to the sky with her cigarette in hand. 

“sí,” you nodded. “not many beautiful nights like this.”

she looked hesitant for a moment, staring right at the ground. it seemed like she wanted to tell you something, but she couldn’t quite get it out yet. you waited patiently, continuing to admire the night sky. it was beautiful. 

“mi mamá and i would watch the stars sometimes,” her eyes looked up for a second, but then went back to the ground, like she couldn’t make eye contact while recollecting those memories. “she would tell me that when we go, we become like them.”

“that’s beautiful, espada,” you complimented, tilting your head to admire her for that bit of information, appreciating the vulnerability. you never thought you’d see a softer side of her, and you certainly didn’t think she’d ever willingly let you see it.

“i look for her on these nights, you know? been gone for years, but i keep lookin’.” 

you smiled at her as she looked back at you, and a tiny smile appeared across her face as well. more moments were spent looking up at the night sky, with your occasional glance back down to espada, who seemed to have a lot more on her mind. 

“is something bothering you?” you finally decided to ask, worried about her, but knowing that you may not even get a response back.

her attention was now on you, rather than the night sky, and you could read her expression better. there was a sort of longing that you couldn’t quite place, though–a longing for what? 

“yes.”

“do you want to talk about it?”

there was hesitation. her eyes peered all over, but never quite landed back on yours yet.

“look, you’ve shown that i can trust you, sí? you can’t repeat what i’m about to tell you–not yet.”

“of course,” you assured. “you can talk to me.”

she nodded and looked back at you, maintaining eye contact, but seemed to still hesitate to divulge any information. you squeezed your eyebrows together and continued to look at her. 

“what’s going on, espada?”

“mierda… do you remember the lieutenant i’ve been trying to locate?” 

“sí.”

“he’s not just any lieutenant. he’s my little brother.”

“espada, i-“

“he changed his name when he joined the fnd. now he’s working for that hijo de puta josé.”

“does anybody else know?”

“some do, and they call him a traitor,” her voice trailed off. “but he’s still a montero.”

“are you close to finding him?”

“no sé. i just know he’s a big scientist at one of the facilities, but i don’t know which one.”

“what’s the plan when you find him?”

“to… bring him home.” espada spoke lower that time, lowering her head as well. “i don’t know if he will come back. papá has always been so hard on him. on both of us. alej couldn’t take the heat, so he left. papá says he doesn’t care, but i know he does. deep down.”

“i’m so-“

“no. i don’t need your pity.”

you just tilted your head to apologize, not wanting to ruin the moment. you were surprised that she was even telling you something like this, but honored at the same time.  

“pinga. anyways,” she put out her cigarette and immediately lit another. “do you want to talk about what’s keeping you up?”

you shrugged, not knowing what to say, but getting the hint that she wanted to move on with the conversation. “i’ve just always had a hard time sleeping.”

“por qué?”

“i dunno,” then you looked to the ground. “i just think too much.”

“ah.”

“sí,” you hesitated for a second, but then realized how hard it must’ve been for espada to open up herself. “i don’t know how to stop some recurring thoughts.”

“what are they about?”

“sometimes irrational things, sometimes rational things.”

espada nodded as she listened, giving you the go-ahead to keep going. 

“i think, no, i worry a lot about this war. i know we are strong, but do we really have what it takes?”

“fuck yes we do. we are going to get that comemierda.”

“will i even be there to witness it?”

“herma’… you’re a good guerrilla. don’t forget that.”

“pero-“

“oye, how do you think you survived this long?”

“help from some amazing guerrillas.”

“sí,” she stepped closer, putting her hand on your shoulder. “and you’re one of them.”

“i guess so.” you looked down at her hand, which lingered. “thank you, espada.”

“call me camila. and i am always out here around this time, so join me when you can’t sleep. i could use a smoking buddy.” there was another one of her adorable smiles–rare to see, but you were just getting spoiled with them that night. 

“gracias, camila.”

~

even after your cigarettes were put out, you continued to small talk. hours passed until the sun was finally starting to come up, and you parted ways. 

you walked back to the barracks with a fear that the intimate moment you just experienced would be forgotten forever. you felt even closer to camila after the night you had, and you wanted to get even closer. there was a glimmer of hope in you that she might begin to see you differently–if she hasn’t already–and maybe even try to get closer to you, too. unsurprising to your habit of overthinking, you also wondered if she truly meant her invitation to meet up again at night. 

~ 

after managing to get an hour of sleep, you were awoken by the sound of the others around you getting up and ready for the day. you figured there was no use in trying to get any more sleep because the noise alone would keep you awake. you pulled your pillow over your face to stifle a grunt before deciding to get up and perform your morning routine. 

last night’s thoughts remained in your head as you got ready for the day. you were obviously no stranger to overthinking, but you couldn’t help but ponder your crush on camila. what happened only intensified it, and you just wondered if there was potential for anything more there. getting caught up in your own thoughts, you were reminded by dani that it was time to go.

finally finished and ready, you stepped outside, spotting camila executing her attack moves with her knife near her tree. you stopped and found yourself staring at her, admiring her prowess. she paused for a moment to take a deep breath and wiped the sweat from her forehead before glancing around and finally landing her eyes on you. 

fuck, you thought. 

expecting a cold stare or even a quick head-turn on her part, you were instead greeted with a gentle smile before she returned to her sparring. her small expression made you smile as well, and you continued about your day, following dani out of the camp. 

you were not immune to ruminating over the previous events as you and dani fought soldados in madrugada. she caught you distracted a few times, but you brushed it off like it was nothing. she did not need to know about your silly crush because it was silly, right?

~

that night, when everybody else was sound asleep, you took a chance and went out to meet camila again. as you once again rounded the tree, camila saw you and smiled, seemingly happy to see you.  

“ven acá,” she commanded. “i want you to try this.”

you made a spot next to her against the tree and grabbed the cigarette she offered you from her hand. you inhaled quickly, then exhaled slowly. 

“mmm…” you pulled the cigarette from your lips and rotated it in your hand, analyzing it. “qué es esto?”

she took the cigarette from your fingers and took another puff. as she blew out, she opened her mouth to proudly utter: “the good shit. i’ve been saving it.”

~

the night went by quickly as you conversed, took turns smoking the same cigarette, and enjoyed each other’s company. you discussed more things about yourselves, relishing in the time to get to know each other some more. interest was shared on both sides and it was a pleasant experience. you hoped that every night would be like that.

the most unfortunate part always crept up, though, and that was when you had to call it quits and retire back to the barracks. it was the same as the night before–camila offered to meet up again the following night, and then the night after that, and the night after that.

~ 

several nights went by, and they were several nights filled with meetings between you and camila in various spots, like the tree or sniper’s nest by the camp. they have been nights when you both took pleasure in each other’s company, getting to know each other on a deeper level. you both grew close so fast, and it felt like you had known each other for ages. 

the “silly” crush on camila has since grown exponentially as you revealed more of yourself to her and, in turn, learned a lot more of her. your feelings get to a point where you can no longer contain them anymore, and one night, you decide it’s time to approach her about them. 

~

your head was against camila’s shoulder as you both sat, looking out onto the camp from the sniper’s nest on the mountaintops. camila was talking about her day and how she managed to make some strides with the other guerrillas–which she can now call them–that she was training. you looked up at her every so often, hoping to make eye contact with her, and when you did, it left butterflies in your stomach. you had to tell her how you felt. 

as with every other night, there was one cigarette shared between the two of you. when it was finally gone, camila rubbed it on the ground and flicked it off the mountain. the hand that was holding the cigarette was then rubbing your shoulder as your head still laid against her shoulder. when you turned to look at it, she removed it.

“i-i’m sorry,” she muttered quietly, sitting up a little bit.

you lifted your head off of her shoulder and watched as she stood up. she brushed her thighs off with her hands and looked down at you with that same longing glance that you saw several nights before. you had previously dismissed it as just having been missing her mother, but at that point, you were starting to wonder if it was more than that–if it was much more in that moment. 

“what’s going on, camila?” you questioned, worried, but also fairly curious to see where it was going. would you even be able to work up the courage to confess your feelings to her?

“there’s something i’ve been meaning to tell you.”

oh? you thought. could she have been feeling the same way? no. she couldn’t be.

“what is it?”

her face reddened, and her eyes lingered on yours. she hadn’t even spit it out, and she was already looking nervous–it must’ve been a big deal. the least of your worries caught your attention in that moment and you couldn’t help but admire how beautiful she was. the moonlight shone on her skin divinely, accentuating her features and making her lips glisten. you felt bad for staring at a time like that, but it was true. she was beautiful.

you finally stood up and stepped closer to her, hoping that the closeness would bring her some comfort to share what has been plaguing her. 

“camila? what’s the mat-“

you were quickly cut off by her lips against yours, her gloved hands cupping your face on both sides, and her body moving you slightly backwards. you instinctively placed your arms behind her neck to bring her even closer to you, deepening the kiss. her head tilted to the side to give for better access as you both continued to savor the kiss. you found your hands lifting to brush against her face–which was surprisingly soft–as you held her in place. you never wanted that moment to end.

so many emotions were running through you as your lips were together. was this it? was it finally happening?

camila pulled away for some air, causing your lips to turn into a pout. you slowly opened your eyes to see a smiley camila looking right back at you. your hands were still on each other as you pulled each other close once more to share a quick little smooch or two. 

before she pulled away for good, she rubbed her nose against yours and then exhaled slowly. your cheeks already had some heat in them as you maintained eye contact with camila, whose hands were now off you as she stepped back. she studied your expression, worried about the impulsiveness that she just gave into. 

“lo siento.”

“why are you sorry?”

“pinga, i just couldn’t hold that in anymore.”

“it’s okay, camila. i’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.”

she was somehow shocked: “really? i mean, me too.”

you giggled, and since she was still within an arms reach, you pulled her close to you once more, but this time, to hug her. you felt safe and secure in those arms, and it was another place you did not want to leave. she put her arms around you and squeezed you tighter, letting out a rather large exhale–one you can only guess is of relief.

when you pulled away again, you were both smiling, feeling good about the turn of events. it was clearly soemthing you have both been waiting for as those nights have passed, and it couldn’t have turned out better. 

~

you and camila went back to your little blanket to watch the stars. your head was back on her shoulder, and her hand was on yours–and this time, it was going to stay. she ran her hand up and down your arm, enjoying the moment, happy to finally have gotten that out of the way.

before you went back down the mountain, camila turned to you and took your hand in hers. 

“so, same time mañana?”

[radiohimalaya]

On Memoirs, Autobiographies And The Truth And Fiction Within Them

books mentioned:

Stolen - Ann-Helén Laestadius | Frankenstein in Baghad - Ahmed Saadawi | La casa de los conejos - Laura Alcoba | Stone Butch Blues - Leslie Feinberg | Hijab Butch Blues - Lamya H | In the Dream House - Carmén María Machado | El peligro de estar cuerda - Rosa Montero | Rememberings - Sinéad O'Connor | Fierce Femmes and Notorious Liars - Kai Cheng Thom

[sometimesanalice]

Bradley’s Room from Give Me Your Hand {Here Is My Heart}: updated with headcanons

This is the before, and here’s the after! 

Bradley is practical. If it’s in good condition then he isn’t going to throw it out, not if it serves the purpose he needs it to. He knows he’s not the best at decorating, but he does his best.

More headcanons below!

Bed: His bed and the wall print are his newest additions to his room. This was his first time picking out his own bed. (his dorm came with one, his semi-furnished apartment had one, and the the Navy always provided him with one) was a bit overwhelmed by the options when he first settled on getting a new one. So he went to IKEA and picked one out in the show room and called it a day. Then the print caught his eye on the way to the check out. All the people and all the choices had stressed him out, so when he got home the first thing he did was got to his fridge for a beer. Which turned into a few, and then putting the bed together seemed like a piece of cake, so he definitely half-assed a couple steps. He’s a fairly light sleeper, so sometimes that squeak does wake him up when he rolls over.

Other furniture: Some of the things he has, like his bookcase and desk lamp, are things from his college years that he took care of. His taste has always been pretty classic (except for his affinity for Hawaiian print shirts), so when his graduating friends would offer him things they were trying to offload, he would only take what he thought he’d get good use out of. Things that could sit in storage for a long while, but he would still like years later.

He doesn’t care much for the aesthetics, but he does try to match woods or get things that are complimentary. (Like he was excited about finding his nightstand because it tied in well with the desk he had.)

Other things like his tall standing lamp and desk were handed off to him by Navy friends who had their own places and were upgrading to nicer things (usually at their partner’s insistence). He’s never thought much of it, but realizing that his stuff is really just other people’s cast offs that he’s accumulated really hits him when she’s in his bedroom for the first time. And probably because it wasn’t an intentional choice to source things secondhand, but a byproduct of necessity and being survival mode for so long.

Bookcase: His book case is mostly NATOP manuals. But he has his childhood collection of the Hardy Boy series, the copy of ‘Why Men Love Bitches’ that Phoenix gave him as a “congrats-on-your-break-up” gift, ‘A Promised Land’ by Barack Obama and some other political biographies. He also definitely has a copy of 'Infinite Jest’, that he touted as his favorite book in college until someone called him out for having the taste of an “elite fuckboy”. While he does enjoy a good mystery novel, he doesn’t have the time to read them. He’ll try and start them to decompress from the, but usually ends up falling asleep because he’s drained. So some of those novels have some noticeable creases from accidentally rolling over on them in his sleep.

Model Fighter Jet: Displayed on his bookcase, there is a model F-14 Tomcat that was his favorite toy when he was a kid. His mom had it mounted on a stand and gave it to him as a gift for his 16th birthday. (the same birthday that Mav gave him the blue Montero and spent the summer helping him fix it up) So he didn’t have an appreciation for it back then, but it’s come to be one of his most prized possessions.

After he redecorates his room (with that canopy bed and expensive dresser), SG moves the model downstairs to a place of honor on his fireplace mantle, so that he can enjoy it more. And in the winter on the rare occasion that they turn on the fireplace, she moves it to his side table with the framed picture of his parents. Just as a precaution, since she doesn’t want the heat to do anything to it.

Framed Sheet Music: The framed sheet music is from a book of music that SG gave him for his 12th birthday. She was so excited when her mom agreed to take her to the music shop and she found one that had “Great Balls of Fire” in it after she had heard him saying it was his favorite song. She spent a long time doing her fireball art on it because she thought it would make it more fun to learn if there was something to look at. (her mom thought it was a *choice* but didn’t say anything about it) But at his birthday party when she gave it to him, he laughed along with the other tween boys who thought playing the piano was for nerds. So she faked a stomach ache and had her mom take her home early. It’s kind of bittersweet, because it really was Bradley’s favorite song, but he wasn’t the nicest about receiving it. (he definitely still feels guilty about it sometimes) This was before they had really formed their own friendship outside of their moms, but for his next birthday he asked that they go to the retro diner that had giant milkshakes. So he keeps it with him because it reminds him of her, but also of home.

And when they move into their perfectly charming 1930′s tutor house, they hang it on the wall by the entry, so it’s the first thing you see when you walk in.