#so like.. how awkward is that for Julie and Bruno???

[tutuandscoot]

(Heads up this is not vm related)

I’m fascinated by how freaking messy figure skating is:

So in Beijing 2022, Vanessa James and Eric Radford competed for Canada. She had previously competed for Great Britain and France, but is Canadian, and Eric obviously competed with Meghan Duhamel- they won gold, silver and bronze at the olys and 2 world titles. J/R got together only a few months before the olys and famously caused a massive falling out between D/R, (who were still professional skaters but Meghan was pregnant during this whole series of events- I believe) completely screwed over an up and coming and much more deserving Canadian team preventing them from going to the olys (the girl in that partnership subsequently quit skating). J/R at these olys were coached by Julie Marcotte- French-Canadian coach and choreographer- sister of former pairs skater Bruno Marcotte, the HUSBAND of Meghan and D/R’s coach when they competed. Bruno was in Beijing with the team he and Meghan coach: Miura/Kihara from Japan.

So there is a brother and sister here who are coaching different teams- Bruno is the husband of Eric’s former partner who “dumped her” for Vanessa supposedly based on during a skating show trying a throw triple something and her landing it..

Omg what a shit show of a sport 😂🤦‍♀️

[mrworldwideshoulders]

i choose you || reader x knj

When your best friend abandons you at a wedding with a bunch of strangers and the guy she’s trying to set you up with is just not that into you, you decide to have some fun instead of sulking in the corner, which earns you the attention - and the affection - of a stranger named Kim Namjoon.

✓ Pairing: reader x Namjoon (very briefly feat. Jin) ✓ WC: 4.5k ✓ Rating: rated T / PG-13 ✓ Genre: mostly fluff, smidgen of angst, strangers to lovers-ish, love at first sight-ish ✓ Warnings: alcohol consumption, foul language, minho slander (he’s choi minho, he can handle it), seokjin is drunk, loud, and in love, bad descriptions of making out, dimple descriptions, reader is a hoe for namjoon’s forearms, namjoon is a big awkward cutie ✓ a/n: hehehe it's another wedding fic sorry lolololol. this is the prequel to where love finds us and the way you look tonight, if ya wanna check those out afterwards. i meant to have this out last month but oh well, here it is in july :) i like this one a lot because it's a lil bit goofy and i hope you enjoy it too! as always beta’d and bannered by teh amazing april (@onmypillow-onmytable)! thx! ly - robyn ✓ P.S. I do not own BTS or their likenesses, nor do I own the music of Bruno Mars (lol), they just inspire me.

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“Remind me again why I’m here?” you complain as your best friend, Ji-eun, pulls you by the arm into the reception hall. “When you asked me if I wanted to do something this weekend, crashing someone’s wedding reception was not what I had in mind.” 

“It’s not crashing if you’re invited,” shrugs Ji-eun. “I was invited. And then I invited you. Ergo, you were invited.”

“That is absolutely not how weddings work. Who invited you, anyway? I don’t recognize anyone here.” 

“The bride?” says Ji-eun, as if it should be obvious. “We’re co-workers, or something. She invited everyone from our department.” 

You roll your eyes and sigh. “I’m totally underdressed.” You eye all of the women around you dressed in semi-formal gowns and you elbow Ji-eun in the ribs. “Why didn’t you tell me there was a dress code?” The strapless cocktail dress you thought was such a good idea earlier suddenly seems like the worst decision you ever made, and you didn’t even bring a sweater to save face either, all because the only instruction Ji-eun could bother to give you when she texted this morning was “wear a dress” and “something with lots of cleavage.” Ji-eun, you’ve decided, is bound and determined to drag you into trouble at every opportunity. It’s a wonder you’re both still alive – and not cellmates in jail – with all of the questionable situations she’s been pulling you into since middle school.

“You look hot,” she says. “Don’t even worry about it. You’ll blend right in.”

“Did you just say ‘hot’ and ‘blend in’ in the same sentence?”

“Ugh, you’re so self-conscious. You are hot. I think it’s time you embraced that.” She pouts at the look on your face. “Come on, y/n,” she wheedles. “Minho will be here, and I’ve been wanting to introduce you guys for ages. He’s such a great guy. Did I mention he’s hot? And dying to meet you? Please let me play matchmaker. Then later when you’re happily married to the love of your life, you can say it was all thanks to your best friend in the entire world who loves you enough to set you up with her hot guy friends.”

“Yeah, well, the position of ‘best friend in the entire world’ might be opening up sometime soon if you keep setting me up with these duds.”

“You’re so mean!” she whines. “I told you the last one was just a misunderstanding.” 

“He ditched and left me with the check, Eun. It was not a misunderstanding. It was a calculated move.” The guy even had the audacity to call you later that night to see if you wanted to go out again, claiming “bathroom trouble” as the reason for sticking you with the check. As if you were dumb or desperate enough to fall for that – especially since he’d conveniently been hit by “bathroom trouble” once he was mostly done eating, not to mention your waitress had been kind enough to let you know that she’d seen him slipping out through a side door – apparently completely fine. 

“Stop complaining. Come on. Sparks are going to fly between you two, I just know it.” She resumes tugging on your arm and you reluctantly allow her to pull you along as she weaves through the crowd, finally stopping you in front of a man who must be the fabled Minho. “Oppa!” coos Ji-eun. “This is y/n. You remember, don’t you?” She shoots him a knowing look. 

“Ah, Ji-eun!” he greets her. “I remember. The one you were telling me about, right?” Minho glances at you. “Eun, she’s gorgeous. Where have you been keeping her?” He takes your hand and plants a kiss on it. “Choi Minho.”

“Y/n,” you reply, somewhat taken aback at his outward display of affection. “I’ve heard a lot about you, so it’s nice to finally meet you.” 

“Have fun, you two,” teases Ji-eun in a sing-song voice. “I’m off to snag myself a drink or a handsome groomsman, whichever one comes first.”

“She’s really something else, isn’t she?” you say, looking to break the awkward silence that falls once Ji-eun is gone. “So how do you two know each other? I don’t think she said.” 

“University,” says Minho. “We were in the same major. Same year, too, but she insists on calling me oppa.” He shakes his head and chuckles. Minho says it like it’s something that bothers him, but it clearly doesn’t, or else he would have corrected her before now. 

“Oh, I guess you were a business major, too.” You nod. “Explains why we never ran into each other. I barely saw her the whole time, and we were roommates.”

“We went to the same university?” Minho seems surprised. “I never would have guessed. What major were you in?” Something about the incredulous look on his face rubs you the wrong way. 

“Uh, yeah. We did.” You narrow your eyes. “I was a graphic design major.”

“Graphic design. Wow.” Minho inhales sharply through his teeth. “How’s that going for you? I hear it’s pretty competitive. You know, if you’re ever looking to change fields I’m sure I could find something for you at my company. A favor for a friend of a friend, yeah?

“Oh, um,” you say, “I…have a job. And I kind of like it, so I’m not really planning on moving any time soon.”

“Well, you let me know if you ever change your mind.” He winks and touches your bare arm. “Any friend of Eun’s is a friend of mine. And I’m sure we could take much better care of you than wherever you’re working now.” Minho’s eyes wander from your face down to your chest and then somewhere over your shoulder, where something – or someone – else seems to catch his eye. 

“Uh…thanks,” you say, unsure how else to respond, feeling a little uncomfortable. You wish you had a drink to settle your nerves and a sweater to cover your chest. Why did Ji-eun have to leave? you curse internally. She knows I’m not good at this. “So,” you say brightly, hoping to steer the conversation in another direction. “What does your company do?” 

“We’re in transportation, mostly,” he says, his eyes still somewhere behind you, “but we’ve got our fingers in a lot of pies.”

A few more minutes of conversation with him pass, and it’s already obvious that you and Minho don’t exactly have a lot in common – nor does it seem that you’re really his type, because he keeps glancing at a pretty bridesmaid in a lavender dress somewhere behind you. You’re beginning to wonder what exactly Ji-eun expected the two of you to talk about, because the two of you are polar opposites, and not in the endearing, meet cute, opposites attract sort of way, in the way that even if you did decide to date you’d probably end up butting heads over anything and everything. You steal a covert glance the next time Minho’s eyes wander away from your face and over your shoulder. The bridesmaid is chatting animatedly with what looks like another bridesmaid, cutting glances every so often in your direction – or Minho’s direction, more like. You sigh internally and try to hide your frown. Of course. Minho looks like he could be an idol or an actor; it only makes sense that he wouldn’t be interested in you. He probably only even agreed to meet you as a favor to Ji-eun. Well, if he’s not even going to pretend he’s interested – then why should you? “Minho?” you say sweetly. “I’m going to go get a drink.”

“Don’t miss me too much while you’re gone.” He grins. 

“I’ll, uh, do my best.” You find your way over to the bar and watch as Minho approaches the bridesmaid he was making eyes at, any thoughts of you surely already forgotten. You shake your head and sip your wine. He’s probably better suited for her than he is for you. You blow out a long breath and order a glass of white wine from the bartender. Why does it have to be like this? Every guy, every date, every time you even attempt to put yourself out there – it just never works. Sure, part of it is probably your fault for having unrealistic standards. And part of you doesn’t even really want a relationship, not after watching your parents tear each other to pieces every time they set foot in the same room together. It’s not like it’s always been your dream to fall in love and get married, either. The only thing you’ve ever wanted for yourself is to be happy. If that’s with a man in your life – then so be it. Everyone always says that you’ll know when the right one comes along, but you’re starting to think that has about as much likelihood of happening as you becoming president. 

You throw back half of your wine in one gulp. Ah, should I just leave? you wonder to yourself, scanning the room for Ji-eun. There’s no point in me staying if Minho isn’t interested and nobody else is either. What else am I here for other than that? You debate slipping out the front door, flagging down a taxi, and going home, but eventually decide against it, feeling a twinge of guilt at the idea of abandoning Ji-eun at this wedding by herself – even if she did technically do the same thing to you. Really starting to question who’s putting the most effort into this friendship, you gripe internally. 

You finish the rest of your wine and request another from the bartender. What am I doing? you think suddenly, the first glass of wine beginning to hit you as you start on the second. Am I really just standing here drowning my troubles at a wedding, of all places? This is so dumb. You scan the room. The dance floor is crowded, with people moving back and forth, dancing, reveling in the moment, the music pounding all around. Instead of lingering by the bar, feeling pitiful and alone…the realization dawns on you that you should be out there, having fun. Or, at the very least, keeping your mind occupied enough to forget the disappointment of yet another man having no interest in you. 

“Dance like no one’s watching, right?” you say to yourself, downing the rest of your second glass of wine and hopefully, washing away the nerves that normally plague you, the fear of being perceived when it comes to doing anything in social situations. As the wine hits you, you begin to feel pleasantly warm and tipsy, and you move toward the crowd, the lights bouncing off the lacquered wood floor. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you close your eyes and feel yourself start to move with the beat of the music. You don’t even know the happy couple, but you silently thank them for hiring such a good DJ. 

Minutes pass, though it feels much longer, with you tossing your hair, moving your hips and head back and forth to the beat of the music, forgetting about the fact that your best friend is a terrible matchmaker, and the fact that it feels like she’s genuinely trying to set you up for failure, making you question everything about yourself, forgetting about the fact that you couldn’t even hold a man’s attention for longer than ten minutes, even in a stupidly revealing cocktail dress that your friend made you wear under false pretenses. And in those moments, it’s just you, and the music, remembering that you are pretty, and one guy’s stupid opinion of you doesn’t matter. Love will come, or it won’t, and you’re determined to be happy with your life either way. 

The strappy heels you’re wearing prove to be your downfall, and you eventually decide to extricate yourself from the throng of wedding guests, limping back over to the bar. Your cheeks are flushed, and you’re exhausted, but there’s a sense of exhilaration pumping through you, feeling somewhat revitalized by making yourself do something you wouldn’t normally do on your own. You steady yourself against the bar, standing on one foot while you rest the other, and request another glass of wine from the bartender. 

“Looks like you were enjoying yourself out there.” A low voice materializes next to you. Your head swivels in the direction of the voice to find a man standing just feet away from you, holding a bottle of beer and watching you with interest. He’s much taller than you, but not intimidating, with an approachable air about him, and warm brown eyes that remind you of autumn. A dark blazer is slung over one shoulder, leaving him in a simple white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, the folded cuffs tugging at his muscular forearms. His friendly smile accentuates the dimple in his cheek. 

“Oh!” you say, cheeks flushing. You put your other foot back on the ground in surprise. “Yeah. I guess. I don’t normally do that kind of thing, but my friend dragged me here because she wanted me to meet this guy, but they both disappeared, and then I was just standing here all alone feeling sorry for myself.” You lift one shoulder in a shrug. ”I don’t even really know anyone here, but I figured I might as well make the best of it and have some fun.” 

“Looks like we’re in the same boat,” he says with a chuckle. ”I sort of got dragged here too.” 

“Well, from one wedding crasher to another, let me introduce myself.” You hold out a hand jokingly for him to shake. “I’m y/n.”

“Y/n,” he repeats, taking your hand. “Nice to meet you, y/n. I’m Namjoon.” 

"There, now we both know at least one other person." You smile, taking a sip from the glass of wine that the bartender has just set in front of you. 

“So this guy your friend wanted you to meet,” he says. “You didn’t like him?” 

"No?" You make a face. “I mean, he was all right, I guess, but I don't think we had very much in common. Besides, he was making googly eyes at some bridesmaid the whole time I was talking to him." A rueful sigh huffs through your lips. "I’ve got to stop listening to Ji-eun. She means well, but one thing she doesn’t have is a talent for matchmaking.” 

“Sorry to hear that," says Namjoon. "About the guy.” 

“It’s okay. At least we didn’t waste too much of each other's time.” You smile. “Anyway, why aren’t you out there? Isn’t everyone supposed to be dancing? It’s a party, after all.” 

“Oh, no.” He chuckles. His laugh feels affable and warm, just like his smile. “I’m a terrible dancer. It's better that I don’t. I’d probably end up breaking something, or someone. I’m just here for the atmosphere.” He sets his bottle down on the bar top. “Besides, I was having more fun watching you.” His brown eyes twinkle.

Your heart flutters in your chest and you find yourself trying to hold back a laugh. 

“Not buying it?” he says teasingly. You shake your head, still smiling. “Sorry. I’ve never been very good at this. Whatever this is.” 

“I’ll give you a point for trying.” 

“Ah, good. That means I didn’t fail completely, right?” 

“Right. Something like that.” You laugh. “So who dragged you here? Are your friends equally as annoying as mine?” 

"My friend, Seokjin, who's been bugging me to get out for weeks. He claims to know the groom or something. No, wait, it was the best man…or maybe it was the best man’s friend? I’m actually not sure.” He scans the crowded dance floor and points. “Him, right there, with the shoulders.” You follow his line of vision over to a tall, broad-shouldered man, flailing his arms and virtually towering over his dance partner, who, come to think of it, looks a lot like…Ji-eun? "He might actually be more dangerous on the dance floor than me.”

“Funny,” you say. “That's my best friend he's dancing with.” 

“Really?” Namjoon looks at you, then back at them. “Wow. I guess it’s only right that our annoying best friends found their way to each other.” 

“No offense to your friend, but I don’t think it’ll last very long. Ji-eun’s not known for committing long-term. She’s a walking contradiction. Convinced she’ll be the one to introduce me to my one and only, yet has no interest in finding one of her own.” 

“As luck would have it, neither is Jin. They’re a perfect match.” 

You raise your glass. “In that case, may the Seokjins and the Ji-euns of the world always find their way to each other.” 

He clinks his bottle with your cup. “Hear, hear.” 

Namjoon is easy to talk to, and he's especially interested in your job illustrating book covers for a publishing house. "It's nothing special." You wave your hands. “It’s a really small company. And I’ve only been doing it for about a year, so I’m not very good at it yet.” 

"Are you kidding?” he says, awestruck. “I’ve never met anyone who does that. And you must be good, or you wouldn’t be doing it professionally.”

“Well, it pays the bills,” you say, dipping your head modestly, “and it gives me plenty of free time to work on my own art.” 

“Really?“ Namjoon looks intrigued. “What medium do you prefer?” 

“I’m a painter. Mostly. But I like to experiment with a little bit of everything.”

“Wow. She designs book covers. She paints. And now I’m wondering where you’ve been all my life.” A tinge of pink colors his cheeks. “Uh…I just meant…” He rubs at his neck self-consciously. “Anyway.”

He’s awfully cute when he’s flustered. 

The conversation takes a slight turn, and you find yourself listening with interest as he tells you about his work as a grad student, his dissertation on the intersection of art and philosophy, his plans for the future after he finishes his doctorate. Tenure, professorhood, the papers he wants to write. The art he'd like to buy if he had the money. If it were anyone else, you know you'd be starting to zone out by now, but there's something about Namjoon's low, even voice that draws you in and keeps you paying attention. Like a documentary narrator, or a radio host. 

"You're staring at me," he says, his tone light and teasing. 

You were listening so intently that you didn't even realize what you were doing. "Was I?" You turn away slightly, hoping to hide the blooming patches of pink on your cheeks. "Sorry." 

"It's okay." Namjoon's eyes crinkle into a smile. "It's all I can do to get the freshmen in my courses to look at anything other than their screens, so trust me, I don't mind it at all. I'm just glad you don't think I'm boring."

"Boring?" you say, surprised. "Are there people out there who think you're boring?"

"Oh, definitely. You'd be surprised. Jin, for one. He swears up and down that he doesn't think so, but a few minutes in and his eyes are already starting to glaze over. You, on the other hand…well, I've been monologuing for ages, but you've just been standing there with that mesmerized look on your face the whole time."

"Mesmerized?" You chuckle. "I don't know about that."

"No, it's true," he insists. "Admit it. I fascinate you."

"And?” you ask. “What about it?” 

“What do you say we get out of here?” he says, barely blinking an eye. The corner of his mouth quirks. “This party’s almost over anyway. We can continue this conversation somewhere we can actually hear ourselves think.” 

You hesitate. You barely know this guy. But he likes you – you can tell. He’s the first guy in a long time to express genuine interest in you or your job or your personal life in general. It doesn’t hurt that he’s easy to look at, either, with his striking brown eyes and easy, dimpled smile. There’s just something about the way he looks at you that makes your palms tingle and you heart feel like it’s about to explode. And what is it about rolled up sleeves and exposed forearms that just drives you absolutely insane? Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, or the letdown from Ji-eun’s unsuccessful attempt to set you up with Minho – but you have to see where this goes. “Okay,” you say finally. “Where should we go?” 

He’s about to speak when Seokjin and Ji-eun stumble up, arm in arm. “Namjoon-ah! My best friend!” Seokjin exclaims drunkenly. He throws his long arms over Namjoon’s shoulders from behind, pink-cheeked and grinning. “I think I’m in love.”

“Oh, really?” Namjoon eyes his friend with a dry expression. “Who is she, then?”

He looks at Ji-eun blankly, then back at Namjoon. "Ah, well, her name isn't important. What matters is…I'm in love." Seokjin pokes a long finger into Namjoon’s cheek. “And I’m going to marry her.” 

“Oppa!” squeals Ji-eun, pulling him back toward her. “Really?” 

“Uh-huh. I’ll bet.” Namjoon’s gaze cuts in your direction. “Sorry. Normally he’s better at holding his liquor than this,” he whispers. “I should really get him home before he gets any louder – and gets us uninvited from future events.”  

“Same here,” you say apologetically. “If we can manage to split them apart again.” Seokjin and Ji-eun are once again furiously making out, hands in places you’re not even sure you’re supposed to be looking. 

“They’ll have to come up for air sometime. I think we might have a chance then. You grab yours and I’ll grab mine?”

“Deal.” The second Ji-eun pulls away from Seokjin to take a breath, you take her firmly by the arm and pull her toward the door of the reception hall, ignoring her protesting about being separated from the love of her life, while Namjoon tugs Seokjin along behind you. There’s a line of people outside already waiting for taxis, given that you’re in the middle of the city, so you join the queue behind another couple, still trying to prevent Ji-eun and Seokjin from devouring each other whole on the sidewalk. 

“Nicely done,” says Namjoon, the dimple in his cheek reappearing alongside his grin, while he maintains a firm grip on Seokjin's arm. “I take it you have experience with this?”

“Only every Saturday night since university.” You chuckle. “Between the two of us I’m definitely the responsible one.” 

“Eonni!” whines Ji-eun. “Don’t tell him that! He’ll think you’re boring!” 

You plant an elbow firmly into the side of her ribs, sending her into silence. 

"That's okay." His smile doesn't waver. "I'm a little bit boring myself, so what's one boring person to another?"

Boring? you think. You're not boring at all. You’re passionate about what you love. You’re the first man to look at me that way: like I’m the most interesting person in the world to you, when really it’s the other way around. You’re sweet. You’re adorably awkward. You’re bad at flirting – but something about you draws me in anyway. And I know we’ve only just met…but I want to know everything about you. What makes you happy, what inspires you, what intrigues you…I want to spend hours listening to you tell me all about it.

The crowd waiting for cabs disperses until it's just you and Namjoon. "I guess this is it, then,” he says as a taxi finally pulls to a stop in front of you. “We should do this again sometime. Minus the drunk people, of course. Not that I don’t enjoy dragging a hundred and thirty pounds of dead weight around with me, but it does put a damper on things, doesn’t it?” 

“Yah, you bastard! I’m not that heavy!” Seokjin bellows, as he's struggling to stay upright, his words still slurring together. 

“Yeah,” you say. “I’d like that. Maybe we can actually finish that conversation we were having before we got interrupted.” You nudge Ji-eun, who seems determined to make herself as unwieldy as possible, not so gently into the cab, sending her tumbling into the backseat, and turn back to him. “By the way…I really appreciate it. You talking to me. It made me forget how totally out of place I was.” 

“Ah, it was nothing.” He ducks his head sheepishly. “As a fellow wedding crasher, I’m happy to have helped. Thanks for putting up with me rambling all night.” 

“Please.” You smile, waving your hand. “Nothing to put up with. I had a good time.” 

“Well…good night, y/n.” Namjoon closes the car door after you. “Get home safe. Until next time?”

“Until next time.” You look up at him. “Good night, Namjoon.” You sit back in your seat, allowing the flutter of excitement that’s been slowly building in your stomach to take flight. This guy…he likes you. He really likes you. You’re going to see him again. And for the first time, in a long time, if not ever…you’re excited. Really excited. Your hand goes to your mouth, barely concealing the grin that’s forming on your lips. 

As your taxi pulls away from the curb, a hand suddenly appears in the half-open window, causing it to jerk to a stop. Namjoon appears next to the car, shaking his hand ruefully and wincing. "Damn, that hurts. Guess that'll teach me, won't it?" He leans down, bringing his face closer to yours. "Sorry about that. You were just about to disappear when it dawned on me that I forgot to ask you for your number, and I knew I had to do something before I lost you."

“Oh! My number.” Your heart flutters again. “Yeah, you’re going to need that, aren’t you?” 

Namjoon watches as you tap your number into his phone. “Good thing I remembered when I did. That could have been a disaster.”

“A disaster, huh?” you ask, handing his phone back to him.

“Catastrophic.” He laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “How else would we have found out if we were meant to be if we didn’t go on an actual first date?” He gazes down at you with a teasing grin. “Anyway – I’ll call you?”

“Soon, I hope.” You smile. “I’ll be waiting.”

“I’ll try not to keep you waiting too long.” Namjoon’s eyes meet with yours momentarily before he turns away, letting out an awkward chuckle. “Well…good night, y/n. I mean it this time. Really.” 

“Good night,” you say, stifling a giggle. “Get home safe.” 

The taxi finally pulls away from the curb, and you can’t help looking out the window after him as he walks back toward Seokjin. He’s handsome, even from behind. Ji-eun flops against you, and you shift her to a more comfortable position against your shoulder. “I knew dragging you along was a good idea. Did I call it, or what?” she mumbles proudly. “You know, I saw the way you were looking at that guy just now.” She pokes teasingly at your arm, eyes half-closed. “Like you wanted to dive right in and take up residence in his dimples. And sparks like a fireworks show. It’s so obvious! You are smitten.” Ji-eun sing-songs the last part.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, pressing your lips together to hide your smile. Ji-eun might not have introduced you to the love of your life – but it’s the first time in a while that you’ve felt this way about anyone – and you suppose you do have to thank her for that. 

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Like mother, like daughter

Luisa was just like her mother in some aspects. Julieta really wished she wasn't

CW: Self-Neglect

Julieta sighed, bending over the kitchen cabinet. It was already late; the whole family was in their beds. Agustin probably was waiting for her, but Julieta wanted to finish the last portion of food for tomorrow. There was a cracking sound from the opening door that made her wince in surprise. Julieta flipped the arepas over and went to see who it was, asking Casita to turn off the oven when the food was ready.

 

She couldn't hold back her groan. "Luisa..." The mentioned girl jumped a little, wincing in surprise, and then looked at Julieta down like a naughty child. Julieta sighed, taking Luisa's hand. "Have you seen the time?" 

 

"Lo siento, mami, I lost track of time." Luisa touched her elbow with an awkward smile. Maybe she got this habit from Bruno, but it was hard to tell exactly. Either way, no one except those two ever did that. 

 

Julieta sighed deeply and shook her head. Part of her felt guilty for not noticing that Luisa wasn't home by dinner again. But in the living house with eleven people, filled with newborn screams, loud thundering, and little pranksters, it was hard to keep track of everything that was going on. "Let's go and find something to eat for you, mija.." She sounded exhausted, but still smiled at Luisa.

 

Luisa nodded, forcing a smile. She could fool almost everyone. But Julieta knew this kind of smile too well. When you were so tired that you could barely stand, when your hands were in pain that magic food couldn't heal, because this pain wasn't from actually being hurt but from doing the same movement over and over again. A deep exhaustion was noticeable in Luisa's pose: how she was hunching over slightly, how she lingered in the doorway for a moment, leaning against the wall, tilting her head back.

 

Julieta knew it way better than she should have. Days spent at work that never stopped, even when her legs wanted to pass out, because there always was something else. What if tomorrow she ran out of food and somebody ended up in the crushing house? Or something else. She remembered the nights that she spent in the kitchen, baking again and again.

 

*It was late; the whole house was already sleeping, while Julieta was baking another portion of food. She didn't even hear the footsteps; she was too tired to actually understand what was going on. 

 

"Juli..?" She winced at Bruno's voice. "Are you already up?" He put his skinny hand on her shoulder.

 

Julieta shook her head, forcing the best smile she could. "It's not that late." Actually, she was very tired and wanted to sleep, but she wanted to make extra food just in case. 

 

Bruno pursed his lips worriedly and looked at the clock. "It's four am..." He muttered, forcing Julieta to wince in surprise, as she could swear that it was eleven at evening just ten minutes ago. Maybe that's why she was so tired. "Did you not sleep at all?" He asked worriedly, pulling Julieta's dress. 

 

She exhaled, scratching her head. "I'm not that tired." She promised, but Bruno still pulled her hand, asking her to go to bed. *

 

 

Luisa looked at the food that Julieta was cooking right now and worriedly pursed her lips. "Are you... Still cooking? Mom, it's late, it's unhealthy..." Her voice sounded weak, as if she understood that she couldn't say anything about working too much, but still did.

 

Julieta frowned, lowering her head with a harsh sigh. "Missing your dinner is also unhealthy." She served cold food on the plate with the pattern of dumbbells, narrowing her eyes. "Have you eaten lunch? Or... In that case, a breakfast?" Julieta found the unfinished portion of food way more often than she wanted to. And that's including Camilo, who was always happy to have seconds.

 

Luisa's guilty face expression gave enough answers that Julieta really didn't want to know. "Don't worry, I'm not that hungry." Luisa assured her, but her growling stomach definitely disagreed with this statement. The clock was beating quietly, it was around midnight. Not so late, but Julieta was an early bird, and she was pretty sure that Luisa, who chewed a carimaola, was too. She was eating fast,  she always did everything pretty quickly, like if she didn't want to lose too much time. Julieta narrowed her eyes, gazing at how her middle daughter was having her dinner. No matter what Luisa was saying, it was obvious that she was hungry like a lion. 

 

 

"Corazon, please, you can't just miss your food time." Julieta exhaled tiredly. Maybe saying it to Luisa was hypocrisy, but she still needed to talk about this. "It won't lead you to anything good."

 

Luisa smiled, shaking her head. "It's okay, I just lost track of time. I'll come back earlier tomorrow." Julieta surely hoped she would.

 

 

She knew it too well, this deep willingness to help, even when her movements became mechanical because her brain was too tired to actually react. How many times did she undersleep, staying in the kitchen? God, why should Luisa inherit her workaholism, which was often way too bad for her own health? 

 

"I know that you want to help." Julieta sighed, and Luisa squinted a little, looking at her mom with such a strange gaze that even Julieta couldn't quite understand what exactly was going on in her mind.

 

"Yeah, I like to help!" Luisa giggled awkwardly, looking down at her plate. Her eye twitched a little bit, but she quickly wiped it with her fist, probably getting something out of her eye. "Don't worry about that!"

 

Julieta sighed, putting more food on Luisa's plate, Luisa was the best proof of the fact that the heart was the biggest muscle in the human body, always gentle and polite. Her warmth was always ready to warm up everyone, no matter what the cost would be.

 

Luisa smiled, thanking her for another portion, but then realizred something and frowned worriedly. "Won't you have to stay in the kitchen longer to make more food instead of what I'm eating?"

 

Julieta actually planned to, but she knew that if she agreed, her hija would never eat this, even if she was starving. "No, it's your portion that was left from dinner." A little less food for the village tomorrow meant nothing if it was talking about her family.

 

Luisa relaxed and got to her seconds with a happy smile. "Thanks, mami, you're the best." 

 

"You're welcome." Julieta kissed her on the cheek; it was hard to do when Luisa was standing, but right now it wasn't a problem since she was sitting at the table. At fourteen, she was already the same height as Agustin, and there were enough chances that Luisa would outgrow him. She was always tall for her age; Julieta guessed that she would be almost as tall as her father when Luisa was a kid. But even now, the broad shoulders make her look bigger than Agustin.

 

Luisa finished her food and put the plate away, then she stood up and hugged Julieta tightly, who gasped as she was squeezed by her daughter and lifted up. She giggled, hugging Luisa back. Out of Julieta's niños, her middle loved physical affection the most, even if her strong image tried to avoid it with people.

 

Julieta breathed out as Luisa put her back on the ground. "Te amo cariño." She put her hand on her daughter's shoulder with a soft smile.

 

"Yo también te amo." Luisa nodded happily, looking at Julieta upside down before picking up her empty plate and running her finger over the painted dumbbells. Her pose was still exhausted as she washed the plate and wiped it dry before putting it back into the buffet. 

 

Then she pulled Julieta's arm gently. "Let's go to bed." Julieta sighed, knowing that Luisa would never let her go.

 

In her room, Julieta leaned against her door, hunching over with a harsh sigh. 

 

"Mi vida, is everything okay?" Agustin asked worriedly, coming closer to her and taking her by the hand.

��

"Luisa is simulare to me. Way more than I wished she'd be."

[zzzzzzzzzzoom]

Encanto Headcanons

Do you think that Pepa and Julieta ever asked Bruno to see their future partners? Like I feel Bruno would be too disinterested/anxious to talk abt anything romance but for his sisters, he probably would, he cant say no to them. anw heres some headcanons ✨

(this is focused on julieta and agustin! my headcanons for pepa and felix are here!)

(spoiler: it gets really sappy at the end)

Pepa's love life is pretty adventurous. She'd gone thru a few but they all fell through bc they couldnt handle her disastrous mood swings :') anw she wants to take her mind off all that by focusing on her sister's love life instead which is. nonexistent

I feel like Julieta's popular around town bc of her healing powers, but she's waiting for The One™️. But Pepa's bored and chaotic so she just pulls Bruno aside one afternoon

Pepa: wanna meddle with juli's love life? Bruno: aight bet

the two kidnap their older sister into Bruno's room one night and Julieta doesn't wanna deal with all this,,, but her curiousity gets the better of her and she decides it wouldnt hurt to see who she'd end up with

boom bruno activates his gift and WOAH julieta's man is handsome. like, too handsome. pepa's almost jealous.

luckily they dont recognize him bc that would make it awkward going around town,,, tho julieta's a little disappointed. she does keep the glass vision in her room under her bed, though.

pepa actively searches for the Mystery Man™️ for a few weeks before she gives up, while the other two keep a look out just in case

a few years pass by. pepa's most recent favorite activity is arguing with felix. bruno's more shut-in because of his growing bad reputation. julieta's more popular than ever.

and then it happens. it's just a glimpse but bruno knows INSTANTLY

it's julieta's Mystery Man

mf SPRINTS to the house and whisper shouts "julieta's future boyfriend is in town!!" (luckily alma's not at home atm)

pepa is thrilled bc she FINALLY has something to mess her responsible older sister with, and julieta's suddenly nervous bc. well. that Mystery Man is her future and she almost... doesnt want it to be set in stone

pepa almost runs out to find him but she doesn't have to bc he walks in... with a sheepish expression and a broken wrist

pepa is grinning smugly. bruno is watching with mild interest (taking mental notes for those telenovelas). julieta doesn't react and smiles politely, giving him one of her freshly baked pastries

"Thank you, Julieta. I can't believe I'm here just as I got back," he says kindly, and Julieta's heart jumps in her throat. "I guess I missed your cooking more than I thought," he continues, chuckling, and she recognizes that laugh, that soft voice.

She can't speak. She doesn't know how to. Because the man Bruno said would marry her... is Agustin? The same Agustin who saw her every other day when they were younger because he was so clumsy and she needed to heal him? The same Agustin who taste tested her food when her siblings and Mama were busy? Who made her laugh?

She heard he left town to go to college, but she wasn't expecting... this much of a glow up. He looks nice. She hopes she isn't staring (pepa says she totally was)

But... she isn't disappointed. To her surprise, she feels the opposite. Now, she realizes, she was dreading meeting the future Bruno had seen for her... because she had picked her own future, long ago.

She had picked Agustin. She had picked him long before the glowup, when he was still lanky and awkward and full of bee stings. She just didn't realize it until right this moment. Well, better late than never.

"Welcome back, Agustin," she says with a genuine smile, and watches in amusement and fondness as he stutters over her greeting, settling for a polite nod. Pepa and Bruno gasp in the background.

(They know Agustin; it's hard not to notice the same guy ask for their sister's snacks multiple times a week. It's happened before, men getting hurt on purpose just to see Julieta, and Pepa and Bruno would scare them away so they wouldn't take advantage of their sister anymore. But they didn't mind Agustin, because he was genuinely unintentionally getting hurt, so often that it was almost a gift in and of itself. Julieta was more upset that she herself didn't recognize him from the vision.)

She follows him out to catch up, and they talk easily, like those years between them didn't happen at all. It's dark when Julieta gets back, and she has to shove an arepa in Pepa's mouth to stop her from screaming in excitement when she confirms she's taking the day off tomorrow to welcome Agustin back into town... by having lunch together.

BONUS:

Two months after Julieta and Agustin officially start dating, Pepa asks Bruno to show them a vision of Agustin's proposal. Julieta would've left, because that was just too soon, if not for the fact that they apparently get engaged after she catches a bouquet. Which Pepa threw. At her wedding. With Felix.

Pepa doesn't look anyone in the eye for the next week, but the sky isn't storming. On the contrary, it's strangely sunny. (Bruno mumbles something about a plot twist and Julieta decides to be the bigger woman and not laugh at her despairing little sister.)

[gamerbearmira]

Sure have at it, it was just an idea that struck me.

(Oh and here's another part I guess?)

"I don't want her in the house! She's she's an abomination or something and she's corrupting the others!"

"Mama this isn't Mirabels fault!"

"Of course it is Julieta! She doesn't get her gift and now all of the grandkids are turning into literal animals! This is her fault! Some kind of curse or-"

"WILL YOU SHUT UP?!?" A crash of thunder accompanied Pepas howl as she yelled at her mother, growling dangerously and her eyes flashing to slit pupils.

"Pepa ..." Bruno murmured in warning to his sister although he was just as mad as she was. How dare their mama call sweet little Mirabel, and wow her nickname of mariposa was literal now...then again so were the other kids nicknames, a curse? How dare she try to blame a five year old?

"Josephina! How dare you-" Alma looked furious and shocked as she glared at her middle child.

"I said shut. Up." Pepa literally growled out and she bared her teeth, showing her sharp canines and making her siblings exchange looks but nod. Mama had gone too far and Pepas animal side was at the front. There was no stopping her and no turning back.

"You can't blame Mirabel for this. It was going to happen no matter what. Probably not this soon for the little ones but it was going to happen. And not because of her but because of you." Pepa growled at her mother near hissing at her.

"Jose...Josephina?" Alma looked shocked and alarmed and confused at how feral her middle child looked.

"There's a reason I wear poofier dresses than Julie. There's a reason Bruno keeps his rats away from me. There's a reason I always wear headbands. There's a reason I call the children Kits and growl or hiss when mad. And it has nothing to do with Mirabel mama." Pepas eyes narrowed further as she made sure she was standing protectively in front of the children who had just started showing their animal appendages.

Pepa reached up and yanked off her headband, showing two red fox ears on top of her head.

"I've been like this since I was eleven! And I've hid it from you because I knew how you'd react." Pepa said and Alma's eyes were wide as they slid from her middle child to the other two.

"... She's not the only one. We grind down our antlers so they don't become visible but make no mistake. We're just as animal as Pepa is." Julieta said and she reached one hand up to touch the stumps of her antlers. She'd need to grind them again but....but she was so tired of hiding and with the kids having obvious unable to be hidden animal attributes...well she can let her antlers grow.

"Not sure about that given how much of an animal she is but yeah. I've got antlers too. They started growing in when I was 11 just like mi hermanas. And we hid them. We agreed to hide them, because of you mama. But we won't hide anymore. Not when you're blaming an innocent child for something that's not her fault." Bruno said shrugging his shoulders and awkward but not taking it back. He'd do anything for his sobrinas and sobrino.

Even stand up against mama.

LETS GOOOOO

Anyway onto snippet continuation

GET HER PEPA SHOW HER GO OFF

Also have these things that I made in like 30 minutes

Don’t look to hard it’s kinda bad

Might show the kids first symptoms a little bit later ❤️

[cassiebones]

There are at least two(2) times in the Encanto storyline when both Julieta and Pepa have overlapping pregnancies. This means these sisters were waddling around Casita, doing what they have to do, while their husbands doted on them and they were 100% still the baddest bitches around.

But

Imagine them getting rounder and playfully pressing their bellies together to "introduce" their little babies. The first time, Julieta is maybe a month further along than Pepa, so her belly is maybe a bit bigger and she is downing the arepas like they're m&m's, as well as several other kinds of weird cravings. Obviously she shares with her sister, but she always just has a plate with her and snacks while she cooks.

Meanwhile, Pepa, who is always super emotional (and raining/sleeting/snowing/etc) is suddenly calm for her pregnancy with Dolores. There's a little more sun and rainbows and less lightning. Alma is happy about this, obviously, and Pepa wants to be annoyed by that but tbh she's happy too. She feels...peaceful.

But then Julieta goes into labor and she can hear the screams and for the first time since her pregnancy began, she creates a huge storm and tries to contain it in her room. She wants to help bring Isa into the world, BUT she's a few weeks from popping so all she can do is listen and think this will be her soon enough. Félix does his best to calm her and mostly succeeds, promising he'll be there to hold her hand the entire time.

Agustín comes out with a broken hand and a tiny infant in the crook of his arm. He is sobbing. Not because of the hand. Félix gives him a stored arepa to heal his hand, but he is still a blubbering mess.

"Look at her, Fe," he says. "She's so perfect." Félix pats him on the back and agrees. Little Isabela is perfect.

Well he believes that until he's holding his own baby Dolores in his arms. Then it's his turn to sob like a baby himself. She has tight little curls and her Mama's smile and his eyes and she is just a rainbow personified. After a hurricane of a birth, she's here, just three weeks after her cousin (Isabela was fashionably late).

Nobody loves her more than Pepa, though, who carries her practically 24/7, crying about how much she loves this tiny little loaf in her arms.

Julieta and Agustín take turns carrying Isa around, strapped to their bodies as they do their chores. As Julieta cooks, she explains recipes and measurements to Isabela, who just snores and drools on her shoulder. Juli has to stop sometimes just to stare at this tiny life she's created. Agustín bursts into tears sometimes when Isa does something cute like grab his mustache or fart. He kisses her little head and whispers how perfect she is.

When Félix holds Dolores, he tells her stories. She's so tiny still, but she's alert. Her big eyes make him believe she's actually listening to him and his stories become dramatic as he goes on and on and on. She's strapped to his chest as he does things around the house, still telling his baby these stories. He does this for years, as she grows, transitioning from being strapped to his chest, to his back, to toddling after him with Isa, who also loves his stories.

Bruno babysits often enough that it's natural for him to just have the two little girls hanging off him as he walks around Casita, answering any little questions they have with exaggerated or nonsensical answers (Tío Bruno, what's for dinner tonight? Capybara. Eewww! No, they're quite good. Just a little dry and crunchy.)

When Isa is 2, she asks how her mama got that baby in her belly and Bruno looks at his nonexistent watch and says whoa looks like I need to go water my cactus, bye! He sprints away like an Olympian. The girls have no chance of catching up so they ask whichever papa is closest (poor awkward Agustín stutters and mumbles and ends up telling them that a stork impregnated Julieta).

During her pregnancy with Luisa, Julieta's appetite is not so huge, but she has a surplus of energy so she spends 9 months basically just nesting. Her chores are done super quickly and she churns out food like a machine, until there's enough to keep in the cold box until well after the baby is born. Isabela and Dolores like to nap with her, their little ears pressed to her belly. Pepa naps with them too, sad that she's not pregnant too, but also glad because she is not ready for another baby just yet.

Luisa's birth is easier than Isabela's. Not as much fuss. She's also an easy baby. She doesn't cry as much and is always content in her parents' arms. Isabela adores her and holds her as much as she can. They join Augustín in the garden a lot so he can teach them about different flowers. Julieta always sends them out with food in case of bee stings (which inevitably happen, though Isabela is way more fond of the bees, who seem to like her as well).

The next time Julieta and Pepa are pregnant at the same time, their eldest are seven and it's Pepa who's about three months further along.

This time, however, Camilo wreaks absolute HAVOC on her body. She has such bad morning sickness for the first 2 trimesters that she can hardly eat the arepas she knows will cure it. She gets migraines nearly every single day, as well. Julieta makes her tiny, healthy snacks for her to chew on throughout the day to help, but they always come back. In her third trimester, things seem to calm down a little bit and she actually has a chance to feel excited about having another baby. She and Felix have wanted a second child for so long and Dolores is already a pretty great big cousin to Luisa, so they're certain she'll be an amazing big sister.

Then Camilo is born and he is a CRIER. Like big time. He doesn't stop crying for pretty much a month straight. And Dolores HATES HIM. Mainly because she has that super-sensitive hearing and is seven and doesn't really understand that Camilo cannot help that crying is the only way he can communicate. She just knows that her ears hurt and she wants it to just STOP.

Thankfully, Casita has made a part of her room completely soundproof, so she can't hear anything outside that space. She spends a lot of her time there until Camilo is a year old and can otherwise verbalize his feelings. That's when they start to get closer but she always has ear plugs at the ready because he tends to happy-shriek.

When Julieta is pregnant with Mirabel, all the little ones hover around her (they cannot go near Pepa's pregnancy because she is going Through It) and ask to feel her belly and ask her if she thinks it will be a boy or a girl. Julieta and Agustín wouldn't mind a boy, but also wouldn't mind a girl. Gus is a great girl dad, with hair clips in his hair and flowers and sometimes a little bit of Julieta's makeup, which he wears proudly. Having a boy would be just as nice, but they're really not picky. Also, Félix can attest to the fact that boys are not all they're cracked up to be as he carries around a screaming, colicky Camilo, who is unlike the three previous infants in that he doesn't seem to require oxygen because he NEVER TAKES A BREATH FROM SCREAMING.

When Mirabel is born, she is pretty chill. She cries an average amount, but she's a pretty happy baby. She only really cries when he disrupts her sleep. Usually, she grunts or moans when she needs something. Isabela ADORES her younger sister just as much as she adores Luisa and carries her all around in a sling, growing flowers to watch Mirabel's eyes grow impossibly large in glee. They spend a lot of time in the garden to get away from the incessant crying.

All the cousins are super close, like siblings. The ones close in age are always closest, like twins. Isa and Dolores have a sort of secret language and Mirabel/Camilo are a bit mischievous. They pull pranks together and always try to one-up one another. Luisa is never excluded, however, and is also incredibly protective of them all. She is honestly the one that keeps all of them alive when they do stupid shit.

When Camilo gets his gift, he just has more ammo to use for pranks. When Mirabel doesn't get her gift, they all initially use their gifts to cheer her up. Dolores always tells her the gossip. Isabela leaves flowers in the nursery for her. Luisa lifts her up to see and do things she otherwise would be unable to do. Camilo makes her laugh with his impressions and the ways he can modify each form. Growing up, they grow further apart as chores take over their lives and Mirabel tries to find ways to be as useful as them all, without any powers. She learns to use a sewing machine and to hand embroider and to just create with her hands. She explores Casita and learns Casita's language. She quickly becomes Casita's favorite.

Because of her lack of a gift, Alma starts putting pressure on Pepa to have a third child, just to see if the magic has truly run out or if there's something wrong with Mirabel. Or Julieta. She can no longer ask Bruno for advice of the future.

Pepa and Félix try for years to conceive a third baby, but are unsuccessful until they start to believe she may be too old. She's 45 when it's confirmed and she is a mess of nerves. Julieta plies her with home-baked bread and specially-brewed tea. She is basically Pepa's nurse for the next 9 months, keeping her calm, fed, and healthy. Mirabel, always wanting to help, reads to Pepa (while holding an umbrella to keep her books from being ruined) and makes baby clothes for her. Pepa is forever thankful for Mirabel's sweetness despite the coldness she faces from Alma. Dolores can hear her baby brother's heart beat every day and tells Pepa that he's strong, which calms her. Isabela grows flowers that can be ingested to keep things calm and keep Pepa healthy. Camilo learns how to brew tea and his Papa teaches him how to speak in calm tones so that his mama doesn't storm too harshly when she's nervous. Luisa even sometimes carries Pepa through the house when her feet are too swollen. Everybody does their best to help so that when Antonio is born, he is perfectly healthy and happy and the weather remains sunny. A rainbow forms over her head when she holds her baby boy for the first time, her fingers stroking perfect curls.

Antonio instantly becomes the most beloved in the entire family. He's not only the baby, but each person feels like they have a special connection to him, based on their involvement in Pepa's pregnancy.

Basically, all of these children are cherished by their parents and aunts/uncles. They are all loved, regardless of their abilities. Julieta and Agustín prove that throughout the movie. Pepa has obvious love and respect for her sons and daughter, who grant her the same in return. Camilo likes to tease Félix, but he definitely learns how to have respect for women from his father. And Antonio is an angel.

I love all of them with my whole being.

[a-lost-crow]

Am feeling self indulgent rn so I’m making a post about the Individual!Jesses

June 24 update: I have no idea when this was made but I continued it and I just want this out of my drafts. Also I like the Jesses a lot.

Putting this image here for reference

September is partially deaf after the formidi bomb incident

March is deaf from birth so she teaches September how to use sign language

The name they chose for Aiden is blaze rod symbol (using two pointers and make it an X letter) and a thumbs down

June, July, and August are dyslexic

June and July don’t prefer reading so they make do with whatever they have

I’m saying mostly on August since the two felt more comfortable letting August read for them

They rely on August, mostly, and the other Jesses to read for them

August can read a couple of words but mostly the shorter and simpler ones

He prefers to type out words rather than to write it with his hand

April has a weak arm in her left from the Formidi bomb she has taken arm therapy to strengthen it

Lukas dislocated his after being pushed off from Sky City so both him and April take arm therapy

It’s kind of awkward considering April is dating Aiden

“You having no hygiene makes me thankful that the water bill’s price isn’t high.” - April @ Aiden

October is blind

Not fully blind as in you can’t see nothing, but where certain parts of your eyes are blurry

June an May are in the autism spectrum

They send each other autism memes along with that autism creature

January, February, and April made an inside joke of “We don’t talk about bruno” but it’s Ivor

They made this and sent it to the individual jesses Group Chat (THEY HAVE A GC 😭)

August wonders why he’s there

January, February, and April thought it was funny

May made an (old) Order of the Stone group chat (excluding magnus/ellegaard depending who died) and sent the image to them and left

No one knows how to respond

Except for Ivor he saved it and cackled

Ivor brings that image up every time the old Order of the stone mentions the past or had a backhanded comment about Ivor

Ivor thought August made it and complimented him for it

August liked being complimented so he took the credit

In the Jesses group chat, there would be constant memes and crush talks

Sometimes if one of the Jesses have the same crushes they would respect it and just perform a bigger bond on their crush

July, September, and October are around the Aromantic and/or Asexual spectrum

The closest to a crush for them is deep admiration

But not to where they want to date them romantically

April is the first person to pull a date, AKA Aiden, because her personality is more suave than the other Jesses

January is the last to pull (not counting the aroaces) but he never pulls

January never will

The Jesses are proud Petra and Lukas enthusiasts

Also this AU can be connected with the Choose Story AU

It’s just that I use May Jesse a lot more than the other ones but it still applies to them

February, March, and July are amputees

March is from birth while February and July got it form the wither explosion

Also July’s shirt thingie, I’d like to think he’s wearing a blue shirt with a transparent long sleeves. No one knows how that works or will look like but it will work somewhat

August and June love acting

When Romeo disguises himself as August or June, people just assumed they want to roleplay as an evil character

Until it became legit LMAOOO

May, November, and December can draw

December is confident in showing his artwork

While May is shy. Sometimes he’ll show it but either shitpost doodles or the ones he already finished that isn’t embarrassing

November is confident also and she displays them in her room when given a chance

September likes taking care of flowers and her own garden. She gives them to people daily

Those are the headcanons I have for now. Like I said, this was in my drafts for months so it’s better if I post it now and keep out the clutter. If any of y’all want to ask some things about them ahahaha ask box is open :D

[capypub]

Dancing with the Double-Edged Sword (Ch.6)

Bruno gets ready for his date, Hernando decides to join them last minute...

Bruno Madrigal x Original Female Character

Chapter Rating: T (heavy kissing)

(Masterlist)

The following afternoon, as Bruno began to prepare for his date, he started to spiral again, pacing his room, muttering how he had no idea what he was doing. He must have been louder than he intended because at some point Pepa and Julie came into his room.

“Ay, Brunito, you’re going to be just fine,” Pepa said as she attempted to tame his messy curls.

“She’s going to be so excited when she sees you,” Julie added, laying out a fresh pair of clothes on his bed.

“What if…what if she thinks, I’m weird or boring?” he asked softly, staring down at his hands as his sister attempted to apply some product to his hair.

“Would she have said yes to this date if she thought that?” Julie asked, patting his shoulder affectionately.

“Maybe she just said yes, I don’t know, out of pity?” he questioned, deflating in on himself the more he doubted.

“Stop it, Bruno, you know that’s not true,” Pepa huffed, pinching his arm sharply, “she’s very sweet and would never do anything like that to you.”

“Y-yeah, I guess you’re right…” he muttered, remaining quiet as his sisters prepared him for this evening.

When they were done, he sported a clean white guayabera with dark brown pants and his nicest brown sandals. On his way downstairs, Julieta handed him a basket and a blanket folded on top. Before he left, he kissed his mother on the cheek and thanked his sisters for their help.

As he made his way down the path to the village, he tried to think of things they could talk about. While he thought, his mind began to wander, imagining how soft her hair looked and if she would allow him to kiss her again this evening.

By the time he arrived at the bar, he was a blushing, sweaty mess. Mila was waiting on the steps leading into the cantina, a bottle of wine in her lap. She smiled as he approached, wearing a gorgeous dark green dress with gold accents throughout the flowing skirt and form-fitting top.

“Hola, guapo ,” she said softly, stepping closer to him, batting her lashes and brushing a lock of hair behind her ear.

Bruno felt like his knees would give out at any moment if she kept looking at him like that. Chuckling nervously, he offered a trembling arm to her.

Compliment her, pendejo.

“You, uh, look…beautiful,” he said, doing his best not to stutter.

“Thank you,” she said with a blush, linking her arm with his, the wine bottle in her other hand.

They made their way in silence to the river, enjoying the evening sounds of the jungle around them. Mila noticed how nervous he seemed almost immediately, wondering what she could do to help calm him down.

“Bruno, what’s got you so on edge?” she asked as gently as she could muster.

“Me? Nothing, I- I’m fine,” he said, though his trembling hand told her differently.

As they arrived at the river, Bruno unfolded and spread the blanket on a soft patch of grass, close enough to hear the trickling of the stream without risking them getting wet. As he began to take out the various dishes Julieta had packed, Mila grabbed his hand, causing him to stop and look at her.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, gulping, hoping he hadn’t done something wrong already.

“You know I like you, right? I want to be here and spend time with you,” she said softly, leaning closer.

She took the arepas wrapped in a cloth from his hand, setting it down beside them. Then, she held his hand, scooting just a bit closer until their legs were almost touching. Bruno shivered when she used her other hand to trace his knuckles with a feather-light touch.

“What can I do to make you more comfortable? I can tell you’re nervous,” she asked, tilting her head slightly in that adorable way.

“ Lo siento , I was hoping to be smoother than this,” he sighed, “I just wanted to impress you, show you that I’m not always weird and awkward.”

She laughed, a beautiful sound that stirred a warmth in his chest. “I like that you’re weird and awkward,” she said, squeezing his hand, “it’s…cute.”

Pour the wine.

“Uh, a-are you thirsty?” he asked, motioning towards the wine bottle beside her.

She nodded, handing him the bottle after letting go of his hands. He tried to ignore Hernando’s pestering, wishing he could put his alternative on mute, just while he was with Mila. With a slightly less shaking hand, he poured two glasses, handing her one first.

“H-how was your day?” he asked, as they sipped their wine.

She spoke about the things she got up to, some of the more interesting customer encounters, and how her family has been lately. Bruno could have sat and listened to her speak for hours, finding her expressions just as endearing as the melodic tone of her voice and sweet laugh. She did ask him about his own afternoon, asking how his sisters were after last night, his thoughts on their respective boyfriends.

The two of them sat there for hours, working through the entire basket Julieta had packed and emptying the bottle of wine to the last drop. Mila was feeling very relaxed at that point, her stomach full and alcohol running through her bloodstream. She found it so adorable when Bruno would shift like he was trying to get more comfortable but in actuality was scooting closer, centimeter by centimeter.

“Are you cold?” Bruno asked, noticing how her arms had wrapped around herself as a breeze ruffled the corners of the blanket and their hair.

“I’m okay,” she said, but he could see how she curled in on herself and the slight shake of her voice.

“Here, let’s do this,” he offered, closing the distance between them and wrapping an arm around her, holding her against his side.

As the wine settled into his system, Bruno felt much more daring. The more they talked, the less he seemed to stutter, finding the conversation flowing easily after a while. As he became more comfortable speaking, he also became more confident in demonstrating his affection.

“Are you always this warm?” she asks, nuzzling the side of her head against his shoulder, leaning her body into his.

“I usually run pretty warm, yeah,” he said with a light laugh, “Pepa used to curl up next to me whenever it started raining, saying something about me being warmer and softer than any blanket in the house.”

“That’s so sweet,” she said softly, her hand coming to play with the button on his shirt just over the center of his chest.

Stop talking about your sisters.

“Uh,” he shook his head, trying to rid the intrusive thoughts of Hernando from his mind, “is…is this okay?” he asked, nodding towards his hand that loosely curled around her shoulder.

“Definitely okay,” she sighed in content, closing her eyes for a moment as she enjoyed the comfort of being wrapped up under his arm.

He felt her head shirt against his chest, looking down to find her staring up at him with those eyes that would bring any man to his knees. He swallowed, getting an idea of what was on her mind at that moment.

Kiss her now!

Hernando sounded much louder in his head just then and much more aggressive, almost desperate. Tilting his head to the side, Bruno slowly inched closer to her face, moving slow to allow her a chance to stop him. Instead, she met his lips halfway, bringing a hand to his jaw, gently caressing his cheek as she sighed happily into the kiss. Bruno sighed with his own sense of satisfaction, his mind blown every time they kissed. She was slowly moving her lips against his, the languid kiss beginning to stir a fire in him.

Mila felt Bruno’s hand on her shoulder slip down her arm to her waist and eventually settle on her hip, squeezing the flesh lightly as he matched the pace of her mouth. She was lost in her own bliss, unaware of the shift happening inside her date’s head. When she took a moment to pull back for a breath, she was surprised when Bruno dipped his head to kiss her neck, brushing her hair off her shoulder to mouth at the skin just below her ear.

“B-Bruno,” she practically whines, completely taken off guard by his forward actions, but enjoying it nonetheless.

“Oh, that’s a nice little mark, much darker than I intended,” he chuckled seductively against her neck.

Surprised, she jerked backwards, completely having forgotten where Hernando had left a mark on her skin. Her hair had done well in hiding it throughout the day and she didn’t expect Bruno to even go beyond a single kiss given he could barely look her in the eyes when they first got to the river. Her hand had automatically lifted to cover the mark, even though he’d already seen it.

When she met his eyes, she noticed immediately the difference. The smirk, the slight lift in his shoulders. Her sweet Bruno seemed to have taken a back seat.

“Nando,” she said softly, lowering her hand.

“Why so far away, bebita ? Ven aquí ,” he said, motioning with a single finger for her to move closer.

She hesitated for a moment, still surprised by how quickly the shift happened. But, she slowly scooted back towards him, settling into her original position, resting her head against his collarbone as he wrapped an arm around her waist. Hernando held her differently, she noticed. His hand settled on her hip but his thumb traced small circles against the bone, his fingers spread across the fabric covering her side. She felt his lips on the crown of her head and heard the slight inhale as he breathed deeply, his chest rising under her cheek.

“Tell me, bebita , who’s a better kisser, me or Bruno?” he asked after a short silence.

“I’m not answering that,” she scoffed, sitting up to look at him with a smirk.

“Because you might hurt his feelings or mine?”

“Because there’s no better or worse, just…different,” she shrugged, watching his face closely for a reaction.

“You definitely seem to be much more confident around him,” he commented, bringing his free hand to stroke her cheek softly, “why is that?”

“I-I…don’t know what you mean,” she muttered, turning away from his touch.

“Oh, you know exactly what I mean,” he said, his voice dropping slightly lower, lightly gripping her chin to make her look at him, “Bruno makes you feel so self-assured, with his st-st-stuttering and lack of experience,” he said with a mocking tone, his voice quivering as he impersonated Bruno, “but with me…oh, I bet I can make you purr like una gatita,” he hummed, leaning closer to her with a seductive smirk.

Mila seemed to have lost her voice in that moment, her mind overwhelmed by his words, her body hot and needing as he continued to hold her chin so firmly. She didn’t resist when he leaned closer, his nose brushing her own before he initiated a smoldering kiss. She whined against his mouth, desperate for his touch. His kiss grew rougher as she remained in his grasp, her hands gripping his shirt tightly as the arm around her yanked her forward until she was once again settled in his lap, her legs on either side of his own.

“Hernando, we shouldn’t…” she said weakly against his mouth, feeling the crucifix charm hanging on a silver chain under his shirt.

“Then stop,” he responded, his lips dragging down her jaw to her neck, leaving what felt like trails of fire on her skin.

Rather than listen to his words, she chose to listen to her body, leaning her head back as he sucked and bit another mark just over the one from the other night, making it darker than it already was, much to his satisfaction. She gasped when he nipped her earlobe, hearing his dark chuckle in her ear had her mind spinning.

Lacing his hands through her hair, he guided her head down to reconnect their mouths, a deep groan rumbling in his throat when she slipped her tongue in his mouth, taking some control back, at least as much as he allowed her. His other hand slid down her body, slipping under the fabric of her dress to caress her thigh, inching higher the longer they stayed connected.

“Mph, wait,” she said, pulling away, breathless and looking absolutely wrecked on top of him.

“What is cariña ?” he asked, not condescending or teasing in any way, simply curious.

“I…I’m supposed to be on this date with Bruno…” she said softly, leaning back from him, bringing her hands to rest on his stomach.

“Would you prefer it if I walked you home?” Hernando sighed, removing his hands from her, a slight hint of disappointment in his words.

“No, no, it’s just…I want him to remember this, to know that it’s okay to…kiss me like this, so…will you let him? He told me you can, you just choose not to,” she explained with a small pout.

Hernando stared for a moment, unsure of what to make of this situation. What would Bruno think of watching his little crush kiss Hernando so shamelessly?

“As much as I’d like to keep those pretty noises to myself, for you, I’ll allow it. He’ll be able to remember,” he nodded, bringing a hand to her shoulder, lightly tugging her back down to kiss her again.

She sighed, wrapping both arms around his neck, pressing her body closer to his as he snaked his own arms around her waist. Their kiss intensified when she slipped her tongue past his lips. He groaned, his nails digging lightly into her sides as they made-out like two horny teenagers. Her hips subconsciously began to shift back and forth on his lap, her neediness obvious by the way she gasped and whined over him.

“Such pretty noises,” he sighed with a lazy grin, pulling away as her lips began to drift down his neck, “purring so nicely for me,” he added, lifting his hips slightly to grind against her core, his hardening cock aching in his pants.

“Nando,” she whined, gripping his shoulder firmly as she smothered his mouth in a heated kiss, a desperate desire building in the pit of her stomach.

The only sounds around them was the trickling of the stream nearby, the smacking of lips, the occasional grunt or soft moan and then the rustling of clothing. Hernando easily maneuvered her onto her back, settling between her legs and supporting himself with both arms on either side of her head. Mila subconsciously hooked both her legs around his waist, gripping his curls with both hands.

She sighed as his mouth littered her neck in nips and wet kisses, her body growing warmer with each touch. What shook her from her lust-fueled haze was the cool metal of the crucifix necklace that brushed her skin when Hernando moved at one point. While part of her would eagerly let him devour her and claim her as his in this moment, she considered how Bruno might feel. He was obviously much more dedicated to his faith than his alternative and might not agree with what they were doing at this moment.

“We should stop,” she mumbled, feeling his lips still at the base of her throat.

“Is that really what you want, bebita ?” he asked, a dark chuckle following when his hand caressed her bare thigh making her shiver.

“It wouldn’t be right...I wouldn’t feel right without getting consent from both of you,” she said, trying to quell the desperate desire to tear his clothes off right then and there.

Hernando sat back, resting on his knees as he looked down at her. She was breathtaking in that moment, face flushed, hair spread around her like a dark halo. Unable to deny her, Hernando sighed, offering his hand to help her sit up. She brushed a stray curl from his face, leaning close to gently kiss him. Unsure of what to do, he sat back, drawing his knees up and pulling her towards him, settling her between his legs with her back resting against his chest. They were both aware of his hard length, she could feel it against her tailbone and had to mentally battle her desires to do something about it plus ignore her own aching core.

“You’re too considerate for your own good,” Hernando sighed, wrapping both arms around her shoulders so he could hold her close to his chest.

“You make that sound like a bad thing,” she laughed, snuggling comfortably in his arms, resting her head back against the crook of his neck.

“Not bad, mi gatita , just…inconvenient at times,” he said against her ear, feeling her shiver against him.

“It’s for the best, especially if tu madre found out you were going around snatching young girls’ virtues,” she joked, looking over her shoulder to meet his gaze briefly.

He smirked with a light chuckle, ducking his head down to kiss her shoulder. They sat like that for a long while, enjoying the quietness. As the night grew later, Mila felt her mind begin to drift as the warmth and comfort of Hernando behind her made her feel especially drowsy.

“Should I take you home now?” he asked softly in her ear.

“Mph no,” she muttered, not wanting to move from her comfortable position, wrapped in his arms, being lulled to sleep by his steady heartbeat and the way he lightly toyed with the ends of her hair.

Rather than say anything, he simply settled back a bit until he was laying flat on his back, guiding the half asleep beauty to settle on his chest, one leg stretched out under her and the other curling around his own. The summer air was warm, plus being by the river provided even more comfort from the summer heat. Mila sighed happily, nuzzling at his chest as she slipped completely into slumber. Hernando laid there for a long while, staring up at the stars, his arm wrapped securely around her. He could feel the occasional hitch in her breath or jerk of her muscle as she slept. He imagined what it would be like to have her like this every night, curled into him and holding him so tightly.

[ariel-seagull-wings]

TOP 12 BEASTS (FROM BEAUTY AND THE BEAST)

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The sequel came! A ranking dedicated to my favorite fairy tale prince, to who’s anger, antissocial behaviour, shyness, awkwardness and desire for love and understanding i always related to as a child.

12º The version from Britannica’s Tales Around The World (1990)

In this direct-to-video animated educational series presented by Pat Morita, the gargoyle inspired Beast appears wild, specially because is one of the few versions that doesn’t wear clothes, but overall is the most sad and fragile encarnation, and that frailness is conveyed trough his raspy voice. I just want to comfort this ugly cute puppy so much...

11º Vincent Cassel as the Beast in Christophe Ganz’s La Belle et La Bête (2014)

Once there was a Prince who was happily married to a beautifull woman. One day, she promissed to give him a son to be the heir of his lands, as long as he stoped obsessing in hunting a Golden Deer. He promissed, but his pride, stuborness and vanity was stronger, and he didn’t kept that promisse, ending up killing his beloved wife, who was a forest nymph that tooked the form of the Golden Girl. As punishment, he must live as a Beast to atone for his wifes’s death, and find someone that will help live a cleaned life, happy and free of any guilty.

10º Xavier Rouillon as Azor in Zémire et Azor (2014)

He kind of tries to act wild as a façade, but really, he is still a fragile hearted, sensitive Prince, who just a loving hand to comfort him.

09º George C. Scott as the Beast in Beauty and the Beast (1976)

A performance that was nominated for the Emmy Award of Outstanding Leading Actor in a Special Program - Drama or Comedy, and rightfully so. This is the most explosive encarnation of the character put in front of a camera: Scott’s Beasts has moments of talking calmly, specially when he offers to tell the tragic story of the death of a unicorn to Trish Van Devere’s (his real life wife) Beauty. But most of the time he is awkward and bursts into anger, to later mourn in deep remorse. In real life, George C. Scott fought for most of his life with his alcoholism and his explosive temper that kept people away in fear of him, and i cannot help but see this struggle reflected in his portrayal of the Beast, wich makes me more touched by it.

08º Mikhail Fyodorovich Astangov/Tim Curry in Soyuzmultifilm’s Alenkiy Tsvetochek (1952)

The cutest, most adorkable Beast ever. His sad voice and his big puppy eyes are simply sweet.

07º Aleksandr Abdulov as the Forest Spirit in Irina Povolotskaya’s Alenkiy Tsvetochek (1977)

A Forest Spirit who camouflages his body to take the form of surroundings, be they rocks, leafs or wood, with only his eyes remaning human. At first, his presence feels unsetling, but slowly he becomes a presence that makes us feel confortable and safe.

06º Mark Damon as Duke Eduardo in Edward L. Cahn’s Beauty and the Beast (1962)

Cursed as a child to become a Beast every night in the moment he started to rule his Dukedom/Principality, Don Eduardo searches to reconcile his duties as a ruler with his search to be fully human, all the while his uncle Bruno plots to take the dukedom from him. Interestingly only his appearance become animal like, but his mind keeps being human, what is a very refreshing aproache to the character.

05º Jean Marais as the Beast in Jean Cocteau’s La Belle et La Bête (1946)

The most iconic and influential encarnation. To quote Megan Kearney, Marais’s mysteryous Beast is more of a “cipher for the unconscious than a fully fleshed out character, but that makes sense in the dreamy, surrealist world of this film”. Troughtout the movie he acts like a very controlled aristocrat, but later we see how he tries to repress his beastly instincts, and how broken, tortured and vulnerable he is inside. 

04º Gregory Hines as Koro in Happily Ever After: Fairy Tales For Every Child (1995)

One of the first encarnations that is not brooding, but instead, while acting stressed at the begginging of the cartoon, is overall a funny awkward dorky, who sings an excited song talking about his desire for Beauty to love him for who he is. I want his plushy.

03º Argus from Megan Kearney’s Beauty and The Beast Webcomic (2012-17)

The outcast bastard son of a nobleman, who learned to use magic in the hopes of becoming powerfull, but in reality created a lonely prison for himself. His only comforts are the studies of botanics and herbology, and Beauty’s friendship. Argus’s arc involves letting go of pride, and learning to open his feelings, and accept the helping hand of others.

02º Raymond Benson as The Beast/Prince Adam in Disney’s Beauty and The Beast (1991)

A hibrid of buffalo, boar, wolf, lion and gorilla with bright human eyes, who hopes to have his humanity seen by others, but must give the first step and see that humanity in himself, because after ten years of being cursed by a sorceress whose old appearance he judged and to who he refused shelter, he sees himself as only a monster. Disney’s Beast is one of the first characters i remember at first fearing as a villain, to later cheer for as my heroe.

And now, the moment everyone is waiting for. My Number One Beast portrayal is...

01º Vlastimil Harapes as The Beast in Panna a Netvor (1978)

With a design that is a mix between vulture and bird of prey, this Beast lives isolated in the middle of old ruins of a once rich palace. He is fusing himself to those ruins, alone for so long that now his mind talks to him, pushing him to become more and more wild, he even hunts humans and animals to drink their blood to survive, making him grow repulsed of himself. When the beautifull and sweet Julie comes to live in his palace, Harapes’s Beast feels divided between loving her, or killing her to drink her blood like he did with many other people before. He has been in the Beast form for so long, that he feels powerfull and safe in it, so he is afrayed that someone will come close to break his enchantment. That version of the story notoriouslly has no external character to be a villain: the antagonistic force is the Beast’s own mind. Villain and hero, scary and simpathetic, powerfull and vulnerable: Harapes’s Beast is all of those things. And that is why he is my Number One portrayal of The Beast.

HONORABLE MENTION: Grimm’s Fairy Tale Classics (1989)

[jellyluchi]

Happy anniversary to this tweet. I didn't think of the trajectory my life would take just from this single decision at 1 fuckin am on a random Wednesday. But I eagerly waited to make this post since last year for many reasons. Because recounting how I came to love Pros and why this blog exists is always fun for me. Because indeed, why not?

Around July 25 of 2020 was when I watched the TGD arc for the first time. I'd already seen Pros before then (in a meme and a fancam LOL) but I was so glad I didn't get spoiled for this arc, I LOVE this arc. I originally thought I'd have a hard time enjoying part 5 (ironic) because at the time my main fav character from all of Jojo was 4taro. So I knew I'd watch part 5 slowly and I did, do that throughout the rest of August. Bruno and Mista (two other characters who I seem to have stopped talking about) were my favs back then too and I had a little list in my carrd with all three of the above mentioned. Somehow after the TGD arc (at the time I rationalized it as me thinking he's pretty) Pros made it to the end of the list. I thought hey LS are a random group of white men I should pick out a fav, this is my token white man!

I really didn't want to admit I liked him like that. Especially when he was introduced I thought 'oh he's one of THOSE dudes' I could feel the scene of him hitting Pesci coming and I was like yeah he's lucky he looks kind of ok compared to the rest of them. But then the scene of Pros consoling Pesci arrived which really threw me off a loop and changed my opinion of his character entirely. Suddenly there was a hidden depth to him I didn't expect. Either way, I enjoyed it and I thought that was it. I spent a lot of August looking at 4taro art and getting spoiled about Stone Ocean while reading SBR lmao. Around September, lots of my mutuals were reading reader insert fanfics. I wasn't in jojo tumblr back then and I didn't read reader inserts nor did I enjoy them as a form of fic. But inspired by the rest I decided to go down my fav character list. 4taro fics were nice but I couldn't see myself with someone like Jotaro. Bruno fics were nice but forgettable somehow and Mista fics were fun and cute but diddn't make me feel much.

That's when the tweet happened. I didn't want to read Pros fics per se, it was a run off the mill decision, I didn't even consider him seriously my fav, just some character who I liked to see art of on the TL because he was the prettiest to me out of La Squadra. I even ignored the silly brainworms that came before I even read fics for him. I was expecting to find some hardcore NSFW fics because he's villain. I thought I'd get a good laugh and move on! Especially because I didn't even like NSFW fics they felt so awkward to me. But when I searched "prosciutto x reader" on AO3 the first fic that showed up literally had "domesticity" in the title and "wifey status" in the description. It was this fic that I read. The writer is no longer active, they were already inactive when I was reading it. My domesticity loving ass was like "lol sure I'll be 'Prosciutto's wife' lmao" as if it was all fun and games. I mean, it was before I read the fic. Because after I read it... the brainworms were instantaneous.

What the fuck!!!! I enjoyed it so much... I already thought he was so cool. I tried to convince myself that he's ugly in places of the anime so I would like him like that, but it wasn't working. I loved his interpretation SO MUCH... He was so sweet, gentle, and charming. I was like damn maybe I DO wanna be Prosciutto's wife real badly... who's shit at baking but tries to be domestic anyway. He was so tender I just... words are all I have, but when I try to speak about him got none. He makes me stupid FOR REAL. I couldn't stop thinking about that fic, his smile, his gentle presence just... anything! Suddenly I was straight up constructing a reality where I get to take him back Canada and meet my family because yeah... we're married that's what married people do. But I knew I was fucking gone when I was trying to take a shower and I got so distracted thinking of him next to me, him being with me, I accidentally used body wash as shampoo. I told you he makes me stupid.

That little favorite character list got an update REAL fast and I was consuming Prosciutto content at the speed of light. Every single hc, fic, drabble, whatever I read made me love him that much more. He's so perfect. I really really REALLY wish I had the words to describe it other than 'he's perfect' but again, I run out of words! Maybe I don't know enough words to describe what I'm trying to say, maybe these words simply don't exist or the feeling transcends words entirely, I don't know. I didn't know what selfshipping or an f/o was either back then. But I constantly came back to tumblr to read Pros content and imagine myself with him. I only knew of jojo tumblr because the writer of that fic linked back to their blog in ao3 and I'd made a request of another fluffy pros fic (it never happened which is understandable). Even though I had a lot of fun reading about him, it was incredibly lonely. I didn't have friends with f/os they couldn't understand the depth of my feelings. I was afraid of being made fun of and so I couldn't admit that I liked him more than just a fav or comfort character on top of being incredibly insecure about my selfship. I'd never been sadder in my life than back then when the thought of sharing Pros made me cry multiple times, I felt stupid. I'll be honest, I still struggle with that now sometimes but I'm much better about it. I just don't talk about it but if there's people out there who are uncomfortable sharing f/os I send you all the strength <3

But since I was reading about Pros so much from cruising his ao3 / tumblr tags multiple times a day to obsessively reading and re reading and scrolling the same blogs over and over, google even suggested Prosciutto (the meat) before I typed anything into the search bar. I thought enough was enough and made this blog to save all the content I wanted to see and to track new Pros content that might come up. And I'm so happy I did!!!! I didn't think I'd meet so many wonderful people because of him! I remember being sad because I thought people would think my selfship is silly or I'm a bad fit for Pros or something but knowing there's so many good friends I've made who are all so supportive makes me so so so happy!!! I'm glad I read that fic, I wouldn't be here otherwise. I wondered where I'd be a year later. I was afraid I'd spend too much money on Pros and then not even enjoy him less than a year later. But I'm so happy to be in love with him still, to enjoy him still, and to not enjoy him alone. A lot of friends have told me they like my brainworms (thank you friends <3) and the same me was absolutely silent back then about him. I'm glad I don't hold in my thoughts for him anymore and just spill them out whenever. I used to think self-inserts were silly and now I have Focaccia who I'm so proud of. That little fic changed my life so incredibly, I can't recount every detail. And this is just one year, I can't wait for more years!!! I was relieved to think I'm free to love Pros as long as I want. So I'll be like 99 and showing my grandkids a black and white picture of him saying "that's your grandfather before the war" if I so wish.

Happy anniversary, Prosciutto 💜.

[daisiesforlacey]

clouds - chapter 1 : cumulus

Pair: Julie x alive!Luke

Summary: After her mother’s death, Julie Molina moved away from LA, across the country, to Ithaca, New York. She’s left behind her two loves in life: her best friend, Luke, and her music. There, she finds new friends and enemies, new experiences and joys, she might even find herself. Every night, Luke calls Julie to talk about the clouds. But what if Luke is hiding something?

Word Count: 1,301

Warnings: N/A

Note: I am super stoked to be writing this series! I’m planning on it being around 6 chapters long. There will be angst and fluff and all around wonderfulness. I’ve been meaning to write something like this for a while! Note that the rest of the characters will show up later on. I really hope y’all like it! Please please comment, like, reblog; I would love some feedback!

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Julie had been gazing at the sky for hours now. The warmth of midday had long drawn away and it was now starting to get dark. She had noted all of the shapes she had seen in the clouds in her notebook: a butterfly, a chair, a house, an ice cream cone, and many more. She had sworn she had seen a rainbow somewhere in the distance, but it hadn’t rained in some time. 

The clock at the center of town chimed and Julie jumped with a start, she hadn’t realized it was 6 o’clock already. She grabbed her phone, bag, and notebook before unlocking the combination lock on her bike and taking it off the rack. 

Riding back to her house, she kept noting clouds, scissors, a guitar, and a light bulb, before seeing an airplane soar overhead. She passed many shops along the way, waving to her classmates as they studied outside of a cafe. Already, she knew the way back to her house: left, right, left, left, stop sign, past Carries gated house, and down two hills. Julie pulled into the driveway, tossed her bike on the ground, unlocked the red front door, and ran up the stairs. Her bedroom door whipped open and she dropped all over her stuff on her desk unceremoniously before sitting down at her computer.

It was 6:23. 

She sighed and threw her head back, realizing she had missed the premiere of her favorite show, hopefully it would be uploaded to YouTube soon. She got up and watered the plants on her windowsill before she heard a loud bang from below.

Julie opened her curtains and looked down to see her neighbor and friend fixing their fence. The divider had long been in disrepair, but no one really cared enough to fix it. Yanking open the window she yelled down, “Flynn! Why are you, of all people, doing housework?” She had known Flynn long enough to know that the other girl wouldn’t do anything requiring physical work if her life depended on it.

Flynn looked up and waved, her cornrows whipping around her face, “Hey! You’re back!” She dropped the hammer, narrowly avoiding her sneaker clad food, seeming to forget about her work, “I’ll be right up.” 

After moving a few months ago, Julie had become quick friends with Flynn when she realized that their bedroom windows faced each other. At first, it had been a little weird; Julie could see almost all of Flynn’s blue room if her curtains were open, and she was sure the same went for her. But after they got over the initial awkwardness, the two were like super glue.  They would spend all day chatting about nothing and everything. Flynn had turned out to be one of Julie’s saving graces; she was caring and was always supportive of whatever she wanted to pursue. Julie pulled her silver desk chair to her window and waited until Flynn had done the same.

“You were out all day and you didn’t bring me back a slice of cake from Tia’s Bakery? I missed my brother's baseball game for that!” Flynn laughed, propping her feet on the windowsill. 

Julie rolled her eyes, “That wasn’t the first thing on my mind as I rushed out the door this morning. Anyways, the frosting would have melted, it’s not as if I carry around a refrigerator.” 

Her phone rang loudly, her ringtone “Grenade” by Bruno Mars filling the space. She silenced it, already knowing that she didn’t want to talk to the caller at the moment. Her face dropped; every day she dreaded the conversation, not because of the caller, but because of the situation.

She shook her head, wishing the thoughts away before racing to get her twine tied notebook and pencil that she brought with her to the park. She tossed them over the gap between the houses to Flynn, who opened it and started reading today’s findings aloud.

“Football, dog, lion,” Her brows furrowed, “Superman? Are you sure? Or did you just really wish it was?” A smirk pulled at her lips. 

“Maybe it could have been a bird or a plane, but you never know.” Julie shrugged. 

Suddenly, Flynn’s eyebrows shot to the sky. She jumped up and rushed to grab a sheet of paper from her book bag, “Oh! Oh! Look! Look at this!” She waved it around wildly and jumped around, almost too fast for Julie to see, but she did make out the big red 97 on it.

Julie shot up from her chair, almost tripping, “Your math test! Oh my god! You aced it! I knew you would!”

“Only because you,” Flynn pointed at her, “Helped me with polynomials after I talked your ears off!” 

Julie rolled her eyes, but had an ear splitting grin “Yeah, yeah, you would have gotten it eventually, you just needed a little push.”

After calming down, the two then launched into conversations about their days until it was too dark to see each other. They would bounce off each other with flying force, her father had said it was impossible to keep up.

Flynn’s family had arrived home and she had to leave, promising to talk tomorrow morning as she gave Julie back her notebook. Julie picked up her phone, calling her silenced call back. He picked up after the first ring.

“I was wondering how long it’d be before you got back to me.” The other person said. 

Julie smiled sadly as she started tidying up her room, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Luke.” 

Ever since she moved, her and her best friend had promised to call each other everyday and report on the shapes of the clouds they saw. Some of her favorite memories were of her and Luke spending hours laying in the grass, just wasting time. Maybe it was an attempt to hold on to each other, even when she was half way around the country. Clouds were something that stayed the same, yet always changed. 

“What shapes did you see today?”

She heard a rustling of paper over the speaker, “I saw a couple ghosts, a pair of pants, a school building, and a car. I didn’t really get a chance to look too much today.” He replied. She could imagine him dragging his finger across the page; a habit he never broke after elementary school

Julie laughed, “A school building, not just any other building? Not a factory? Not an office?”

“No, no, no, it was specifically a school. It was dark and gloomy and somehow square. You would have said the same thing.”

“I somehow doubt that.” Julie moved to flop down on her bed, she sat for a second, thinking about what she would have seen in the so-called school cloud. She suddenly became more homesick than ever; she wished she could have been there, with Luke.

She wished she could be anywhere with Luke, she thought. Her face flushed as she pushed the thought away. They sat in a comfortable silence for some time.

Luke cleared his throat, “How’d Flynn’s test go?”

Julie grinned as she shot up, sitting straight up on her bed, “She killed it! Stabbed-it-in-the-heart killed it, set-fire-to-it killed it, absolutely bulldozed it!” She grabbed a pillow and hugged it. Julie appreciated that Luke listened to her about her new friends, but he rarely talked about his friends. 

“Of course she did, with a math wiz like you to help, how could she not!” He snorted, “Although should we start worrying about all of those violent metaphors?”

“I think we should be more worried that I have metaphors.” Julie’s smile turned into a wince. Sometimes she didn’t think before she spoke; probably a trait she picked up from Luke. 

Luke groaned, “What does that even mean? At least it’s nice to know that your bad comebacks haven’t changed.” He paused, hesitant, almost as if he knew what he was about to ask already had an answer. 

“Have you played any music yet?”

He was right, they both already knew the answer to the question.

“No.” 

Julie hugged the pillow tighter to her.

There was no explanation, none was needed.

There was a pause as Julie changed the subject and picked at the loose strings on her pillow. “I went to the park for most of the day, like we used to do. The weather was nice enough, kinda chilly, and I probably saw more shapes than I could count. You probably would have seen so much more. You were always more imaginative.” 

Luke chuckled, she knew he was rolling his eyes, “We both know that’s not true. We work best as a team, even if we are 2,789 miles apart.”

Julie had wanted to tell him that she wished she could go back home, even for a day, but she knew it would have only made things worse. She would end up crying again and he, ever wonderful, would comfort her, saying that they’d see each other soon. They both knew that was a lie. She didn’t know if she’d ever see Luke again. 

She heard the door open downstairs as her father came back from work. “I gotta go, you’ll call tomorrow?” She rushed out and hopped off of her bed, throwing her pillow down.

“Yeah, always.” He replied, she could hear his soft smile. Keeping with their routine, he said, “I’ll see you soon.” 

“I’ll see you soon.” She sighed.

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Miranda Otto’s Filmography as seen through a specific lens

otherwise known as: I watched some of these things so you don’t have to. But more specifically, I want to share basic information about which of her films and tv series require trigger warnings. Honestly, I’ve never recovered from some of them (thinking about In Her Skin... but also Homeland... because what the actual fuck, Saul?)

This isn’t a complete list. It’s only 21 of over 60 credits Miranda has to her name, but I think these are probably some of her most famous roles. Please let me know what you think of these brief descriptions, and whether anything should be added or removed.

It should go without saying that there are spoilers below. Read at your own risk.

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina:  Zelda Spellman

A powerful role, but be aware Zelda is abused, raped (implied), and violently murdered (twice)

Downhill: Charlotte

I love this woman with all my heart, okay? Miranda Otto is supposed to be playing the most heterosexual woman ever, and instead manages to make every single scene gay as fuck.

The Silence: Kelly Andrews

Gets her leg mutilated (also it’s implied that she and Kiernan’s character would be made sex slaves by this random cult that shows up... which is super tasteful and not at all disgusting)

Annabelle: Creation: Esther Mullins

Face mutilated, eventually murdered (I think? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen this one)

24: Legacy: Rebecca Ingram

Powerful woman kidnapped, tortured, and violently murdered

Homeland: Allison Carr

Powerful woman violently attacked by her former lover in full view of her coworkers. Riddled with bullets while she is curled in a trunk.

The Daughter: Charlotte

I’ve made a whole post about how I think Charlotte was raped by her employer, and that it therefore shouldn’t be framed as a sexy affair… but here we are.

I, Frankenstein: Leonore

Powerful woman kidnapped and used as a bargaining chip. I’ve also made a post about this one, and how Miranda Otto claims this part could have been played by a man, but the blatant sexism around the kidnap and ransom—making a woman who is the leader of warriors powerless to fight back against her attackers, and having her rescued in a way that frames her as a damsel in distress (complete with bridal carry)—makes me believe that Miss Otto doesn’t notice just how much sexism was written into the role.

Reaching for the Moon: Elizabeth Bishop

While as a whole, this movie is beautiful and wonderful and one of my all-time favorites, we need to still acknowledge that Lota and Elizabeth were in an incredibly toxic relationship—which I actually think is great representation, because abuse doesn’t just happen between a husband and a wife, or a boyfriend and a girlfriend, it can happen to anyone with any partner.

Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries: Lydia Andrews

I unapologetically adore Miranda in this one. She is so convincing as the grieving widow that the plot twist caught me completely by surprise. This is perhaps the only role that I’ve seen Miranda play where a bad woman was brought to justice, but in a way that had absolutely nothing to do with her gender. Justice was neutral and exacted without prejudice, in this case.

In Her Skin: Mrs. Barber

This is one of the most upsetting and disturbing films I’ve ever seen. Miranda Otto is brilliant in it, but playing the role of a mother whose daughter went missing (and then was brutally murdered) definitely took its toll. I will never understand why the movie released an interview during which Miranda was clearly distraught. She breaks down into tears multiple times just trying to talk about this movie (which was a real-life murder case).

Cashmere Mafia (TV Series): Juliet Draper

Okay, I LOVE LOVE LOVE Juliet Draper. I would cherish her and dote on her for the rest of her life if she were my wife. But in the actual show, her husband is a serial cheater. When her friends find out about it, they don’t judge her broken marriage, but they do give her the courage she needs to leave him. They tell her she deserves more—and she does!! But in the final episode there is a pretty disturbing plot about a multi-millionaire who wants to buy not only her Hotel company but also her… which is exactly as bad as it sounds.

War of the Worlds: Mary Ann

Miranda Otto is heavily pregnant and glowing in a grand total of five minutes of this movie, but oh, what wonderful five minutes!!

The Lord of the Rings: Eowyn

This is the role for which Miranda is most famous. I have nothing bad to say about Eowyn, except that she ought to have been given more screen time, and that there shouldn’t have been that creepy plot about the King’s advisor or whoever wanting to have sex with her. It was incredibly unnecessary and frames Eowyn as a potential victim in the beginning, which was completely unnecessary in terms of character/plot development. 

Danny Deckchair: Glenda Lake

Glenda Lake is a precious cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure. Please for the love of Otto watch this film for baby Miranda in a sweet romantic comedy.

Julie Walking Home: Julie Makowsky

I don’t understand this film at all. It has one of the most absurd plots I’ve ever seen. Miranda’s husband/partner cheats on her and gets caught, and then he gets violent (in front of her children and multiple adult witnesses!!), and then their son gets cancer, and then she goes to Poland, and then a Healer tries to cure her son, and it works for a while, and eventually Julie (Miranda) has sex with the Healer, in order to teach him how to have sex? and then she gets pregnant by this man, and then her son’s cancer comes back, and then the Healer runs for the hills, and then her former partner takes her back so that they can all be a family again....?!?!?!?!

Human Nature: Gabrielle

This film made Miranda popular with a lot of creepy old men (okay maybe just Bruno Barreto based on this interview… (seriously I am so uncomfortable with the way he’s like… oh yes, I knew her from that film... and then later *places his hand on her bare knee/thigh* Lowell doesn’t give a shit about (Elizabeth/Miranda) being awkward! 

(the implication being that Lowell is only interested in getting Elizabeth into his bed...)

anyway… she plays a sexy French scientist, who isn’t actually French. There’s lots of lingerie, dancing, and kissing.

The Jack Bull (TV Movie) Cora Redding

Miranda Otto dies an incredibly violent death in period costume for no apparent reason besides generating male pain.

Dead Letter Office: Alice Walsh

Young!Miranda is so cute in this, but there’s a sort of ambiguously creepy older man-younger woman relationship… because Alice (Miranda) is looking for a father figure… and anyway I don’t remember this film well enough to comment more specifically, but I remember it being lovely except for the age difference between Alice and the guy in charge of the missing letters.

Doing Time for Patsy Cline: Patsy

I watched this purely for Miranda, and I do think it’s good, but only her part in it. Miranda plays the “busty bimbo with a heart” incredibly well. I remember being scared for her character, because her husband was a mean drunk/drug addict, but I don’t think any actual violence gets portrayed… but someone who has watched this more recently can correct me if I’m wrong.

Sex is a Four Letter Word

I only made it through half of this film before I turned it off. I wouldn’t watch it unless you’ve ingested/inhaled some substances and don’t mind people monologuing about their terrible sex experiences. 

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Let me know if you’d like to know more about any of these films!

[rubyislostandunmotivated]

For you to know something:

My account on tumblr is ship-free

Or

Account where is no character x Y/N or account where is no ships (such as… let’s take Fnaf fandom for example, even thought my main one in here is Encanto: Ennard x Michael. Where is no ships like mennard and etc. only canon ones)

But today it’s time for headcanons!

Encanto headcanons.. :)

*Ruby trying to be original in any way*

Also! I’m going to be honest with my opinion. I will NEVER write lgbt headcanons. I hate whenever people mostly make lgbt headcanons for characters, but not just normal ones. And tbh I hate lgbt headcanons. I’m not homophobic and don’t hate lgbt, I actually do respect it. But I just hate lgbt headcanons, as some of them getting on my nerves (I mean.. almost all of them get on my nerves)

• Luisa’s eye didn’t twitched only one time, they actually twitched 3 times in her life.

• Isabela would always fall, because of her plants she grows. She just accidentally steps on them and falls.

• Mirabel is an accident-prone like her father. Because she is accident-prone, she is banned from going to the kitchen and cook something there.

• Julieta In cooking something with someone, would trust Camilo more than anyone else in the family. Yeah, Camilo did almost burned the kitchen down one time. But Julieta gave him a second chance (Julieta always gives people a second chance, but if it happens more than once, than she doesn’t really trusts them in something anymore. It exactly happened with Mirabel and Agustin, they both almost burned the kitchen down numerous times.). On Camilo’s second chance, nothing was burned down and everything went great, because Camilo tried to be more careful.

• Agustin lost the ring he wanted to give Julieta and ask if Julie will marry him 💀 it was awkward-

• Pepa was a kid you need to watch 24/7. If you will turn your head and will not watch over Pepa, than be aware what you already lost her.

• the sunshine earring Pepa wears, was a present from Felix. It was given to her on her 26th birthday.

• Dolores would always listen to bird’s singing. She would sing with them sometimes (she would sing like Snow White with birds)

• Camilo with Julieta were the ones to make cake on Dolores’ wedding.

• Antonio is vegetarian, fight me 🤺

• Agustin was a very quiet kid in the past and wasn’t getting into any trouble. But then something happened 🫡

• both Julieta and Pepa would watch telenovelas Bruno was making. They didn’t understand what was “telenovelas” unless Bruno showed them.

• Bruno found out about Telenovelas from the future.

• I don’t believe what Encanto is set in present time. I believe it’s set in 1950 or 1952. But mostly I believe it set in 1950, then 1952.

• Isabela would try dresses on, Mirabel would make them and Camilo would draw a design for dresses.

• Isabela, Camilo and Mirabel are a chaotic trio.

• Felix was only one time taller than Pepa, but then he got shorter. Felix doesn’t minds actually.

•both Mirabel and Camilo were growing slowly. They were always too short for their age. Like.. they’re too short in my au. (Mirabel is 4’9, and Camilo is 5’1, but when he slouches he is 4’11). Tbh, some people sometimes are too short for their age 🤷🏻‍♀️

• Luisa hates being that tall. (She is 6’5). She doesn’t understands how she grew that much.

• In the past Luisa would break something accidentally. It ruined some of her friendships with some of her friends :(

• Luisa was very sensitive in the past.

• she has 3 puppy toys in her room.

• her room is fully made out of stone :/

• Camilo’s mirrors cracks in his room, whenever he is sad or angry. Or nervous.

• after seeing how her family is so broken because of their gifts, Mirabel stopped wishing for a gift.

• once Antonio told Bruno what Bruno’s rats thinks what Bruno is their dad. Bruno cried.

• Mirabel starved for days, after she didn’t got her gift

• Dolores would always sleep with her parents after her ceremony.

• Dolores definitely heard her brother’s being made.

• both Dolores and Camilo would put on days where they sing freely. Since she and Camilo make very good high notes in there, Dolores wears earmuffs, so she could sing loudly and could make high loud notes.

• one time Antonio showed a f*cking big spider to Camilo. The last thing you could hear was Camilo’s screaming, because he didn’t expected that. And Camilo kinda fears spiders, especially big ones.

• Camilo is jumpy whenever he gets scared.

• Dolores and Camilo can give you a death stare out of nothing.

• Dolores was slouching in the past. It affected on her brothers. Dolores clearly regrets what she was slouching.

• Isabela was a chaotic wild child. Just like in Pepa’s situation, if you will not look over her for a second, then be aware that she destroyed something or got lost. Or worser, what she destroyed something and got lost at the same time.

• Isabela accidentally taught Mirabel how to walk.

• the first name Isabela said was actually Pepa.

• unlike Isabela and Dolores who were close, Mirabel and Camilo weren’t close and they would fight 24/7.

• Camilo was born with auburn hair, but they were getting darker by the age. It lead, to the fact they’re now dark auburn.

• Mirabel is papa’s girl actually.

• Luisa is also papa’s girl

• Isabela’s the only one who is mama’s girl

• Dolores is papa’s girl

• Antonio is Papa’s boy

• and Camilo like in Isabela’s situation is the only one who is Mama’s boy.

Bye

[a-fools-jester]

get to know me  ♥

got tagged by @pornhubsherlock. It’s an honor to be tagged by such a wonderful and hilarious blog ahaha

RULES: Answer 28 questions and tag at least 20 blogs you would like to get to know better.

Name: Rae Andrew

Nicknames: Rae, Andrew, and some call me Drew. Completely unrelated to my real name though, some call me Bun, because I was the easter bunny for my  high school play but during the entire time we were rehearsing I just walked around with my bunny ears on. People didn’t want to let me live that down. 

Gender: Male

Star sign: Gemini

Height: 5 foot flat- 5 foot 2, not exactly sure, but I’m smol

Time: 9:46 am

Birthday: June 13th haha I love it when it happens to be Friday the 13th like yes, fear me, fellow people

Favourite bands: Beatles, Boyce Avenue, Owl City, Sleeping with Sirens, Breaking Benjamin

Favourite Solo Artists: Halsey, Macklemore, Russ, Bruno Mars, Ed Sheeran, Gloc-9, Francis M.

Song stuck in my head: Pacify her and Soap by Melanie M*rtinez. I don’t know why. My friend sings them a lot.

Last movie I watched: The Revengers- a wonderful little parody of most superhero movies and plays up on most cliches in a way that’s absolutely hilarious. I suggest it to anyone that speaks the language Filipino.

When did I create my blog: July 2016, technically, but only because I deleted my previous tumblr and then immediately made a new one because my last one was too sad.

Last thing you googled: cinema screening times. See above for the movie I watched.

Do I have any other blogs: Yes, of course, I have plenty. I have a side blog, which is Sherlockian in nature. I made it because I didn’t want to contaminate my main blog, which was SPN at the time with other fandoms. But alas, how the tables have tabled. My blog is now a mess of shitposts, mental health stuff, and more. Aside for that though, I have a role-playing blog, a writing blog, a blog for some witchy stuff, one for randl stuff, one for harry potter stuff and more. I’m a blog hoarder.

Do I get asks: No. Not really.

Why I chose my url: to serve as a warning for anyone that tried to converse with me. it used to be crasssocially-ineptasshole, but I changed to be less... crass, because I’m not that crass anymore and I was never really an asshole but I want to seem like one lol

Following: 213

Followers: 464. That’s like, 460 more than I expected!

Average hours of sleep: Hmm... 5-7, depending on how much Morpheus hates me on a given day.

Lucky number: 13

Instruments: Violin and drums. Only slight with the drums though.

What am I wearing: Oh right now? At this moment? Well, I’m wearing boxers and a violet t-shirt I got on christmas from my uncle. It says something like pride for filipino blood, I think. 

Dream job:  Writer or psychiatrist.

Dream trip: I wanna explore Europe. The headmaster told me about this trip she went on, where she went to London, Rome, Paris, Switzerland and basically a lot of places in a week or so. I wanna go on that trip. I wanna explore the world. 

Favourite foods: Pizza and McDonald’s. 

Nationality: American. 

Favourite song right now: Say no to this- Hamilton

Tags: I’ll tag whomever won’t hate me for this. (hopefully)

@superwaywardangel 

@savedbyholmes 

@the-hunter-of-teufort-rp (you could do it for Johanna too lol)

@sadieandmo

@awkward-freaks-soul 

@catloverkid00 

@i-just-sold-my-soul-sigh

@woahthisguy @writing-scars

@lavenderandvanilla

@mottlemoth

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New Netflix Christmas Movies in 2020 Ranked from Best to Worst

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Netflix is doing its level best to eat everyone else’s entertainment lunch, and the holiday movie game is no exception. Just a few short years after planting the flag that was the cult megahit A Christmas Prince, the streamer has more offerings than ever, including some sequels to their top-notch 2018 productions. We break down some of this winter’s already released heavy hitters so you know what to watch and what to skip.

Jingle Jangle: A Christmas Journey

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This star-studded Christmas musical is the most magical of the bunch. Picture The Wiz meets Willy Wonka, with John Legend as a producer. Forest Whitaker stars as a down-and-out toymaker who has lost his touch and everything else that makes life special: his wife (Sharon Rose) has passed and his daughter (Tony winner Anika Noni Rose, Little Fires Everywhere, The Princess and the Frog) moved away, estranged. Years earlier he created a unique matador toy that comes to life (voiced by a delightfully villainous Ricky Martin, who has a lot of fun with a wandering accent). The naughty toy and the toymaker’s apprentice (Kegan-Michael Key) left with the toymaker’s book of ideas, putting him out of business and making themselves mega-rich.

Things really get going when the toymaker’s granddaughter (bonafide star Madalen Mills, who I can’t believe is a newcomer) comes to town and she, along with a neighborhood boy with aspirations of being a great toy inventor, try to save the toymaker from himself. There’s singing, dancing, baroque steampunk galore, earnest lessons learned, and magic that’s something like science. It’s the kind of movie the phrase “family fun adventure” was invented to describe.

Clocking in at more than two hours, this one could tighten up the runtime a bit, but that just means there are plenty of safe opportunities to refill your eggnog or run to the restroom. I dare you to watch this movie and not feel the holiday spirit.

Operation Christmas Drop

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In order to protect her boss’ interests, congressional aide Erica (our girl Kat Graham/Bonnie Bennet from Vampire Diaries!) is sent to a military base in the Pacific over Christmas to find excess spending in order to justify budget cuts. Her biggest target is Operation Christmas Drop, a real-life program where service members from the U.S., Japan, and Australia drop presents (and life-saving supplies) to remote surrounding islands. Hyper-focused Erica knows there’s a possible promotion on the line and she has to work harder than a bunch of white dudes named Matt back in DC in order to get it, putting her at odds with the base’s own Santa, Capt. Andrew Jantz (Andrew Ludwid, Vikings, The Hunger Games). 

Any time one of these movies has a protagonist of color, it’s unfortunately notable, though Netflix (with the exception of the Christmas Prince franchise) creates more diverse offerings than just about anyone else. In addition to directly engaging with how much harder the Ericas of the world have to work to get their due, Operation Christmas Drop also highlights the people who live on Guam and the surrounding islands, as the first full-length major studio movie filmed there. 

Featuring the old favorite romance trope “enemies to lovers,” a tropical Christmas, and some of the real-life people who make the actual Christmas Drop possible, Operation Christmas Drop is an ideal holiday romcom. It’s still goofy at times and heart-fluttery at others, and of course everything will work out in the end, but it’s better written than most of what’s on TV and casting Kat Graham is always a good choice.

The Princess Switch, Switched Again

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It’s not Christmas until you’ve seen Vanessa Hudgens chloroform herself. The sequel to 2018’s The Princess Switch, The Princess Switch, Switched Again, rightly knows that Kevin (Nick Sagar) is a better leading man than the walking melba toast that is Prince Edward (Sam Palladio). When we last saw the sous chef dad with the six-pack abs who likes sappy Christmas movies and wearing the hell out of sweaters, he was making out with Lady Margaret. In the two years since then, they’ve split up, the king of Montenaro has passed away, and Margaret’s cousin who was next in line for the throne has abdicated, which means Lady Margaret will be crowned on Christmas. Naturally. 

The Princess Switch franchise has found the sweet spot between “painfully bad” and “so bad it’s good.” The latest iteration adds what the first lacked – a worthy villain. Vanessa Hudgens gleefully vamps around as a Kardashian-esque cousin of Lady Margaret’s who goes after the Montenaran crown. It’s fun to watch Hudgens be bad, and it adds a requisite layer of novelty to the proceedings. 

There’s also a little crossover moment from the Christmas Prince franchise. It’s very quick and I don’t think anyone even says a word, but it’s a fun one for fans. It also probably means that in the world of the NCCU (Netflix Christmas Cinematic Universe), The Christmas Prince movies are documentaries, which is more than I can handle. 

It’s a rarity, but with The Princes Switch, the sequel is even better than the original. The Princess Switch 2 knows exactly what kind of movie it is – fun, silly, romantic, distracting, a purveyor of both great and terrible fashion, and maybe a little eye roll-inducing. Perfection. 

Holidate

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If you like a little spice with your sugar, Holidate is the right holiday rom-com. Netflix is already the anti-Hallmark in this category, trading judgey and Jesus-y for a sense of humor and soundtracks worth bookmarking on Spotify. And Holidate doubles down on the snark and PG-13-ness of it all.

Emma Roberts and Luke Bracey star as Sloane and Jackson, two singles sick of shrugging off a million questions and setups throughout the holiday season. The cast is rounded out with Frances Fisher (Watchmen, Titanic), Jessica Capshaw from Grey’s Anatomy, SNL’s Alex Moffat, Jake Manley from The Order, and Manish Dayal of Halt and Catch Fire and The Hundred-Foot Journey, proving he deserves to play a romantic lead.

Taking inspiration from Sloane’s perpetually single Aunt Susan (Kristin Chenoweth, who gets away with being so much weirder than anyone else ever could thanks to her many charms), Luke and Sloane go out as platonic dates to a year’s worth of holidays, starting with New Year’s. That also means that while we see two Christmas’, the movie spends a large chunk of time on the other holidays – St. Patrick’s Day, the Fourth of July, Halloween, etc – so this one doesn’t always feel the most Christmas-y. 

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Christmas Movies and TV Specials: Full 2020 Schedule

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The Best Alternative Christmas movies

By Mark Harrison

This flick may end up being too tart (or just plain awkward) for some, and the repeated use of the word “pussy” during what’s ostensibly a Christmas movie is not for everyone. But if all the sappiness of the season is feeling too saccharine and you’re sick of being seated at the kids table or getting grilled about when you’ll finally get married, Holidate might just hit the spot.

The Christmas Chronicles 2

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The follow-up to one of Netflix’s best family holiday offerings, The Christmas Chronicles 2 brings back Kurt Russell’s cool Santa for a sequel that has 100 percent more wormholes and time travel than fun side characters and snappy jokes. There’s a much larger role for Goldie Hawn’s Mrs. Claus, who is something of a kind-hearted Christmas sorceress. Kate (Darby Camp, Big Little Lies) is now staring down the barrel of teenagerhood and spending Christmas in Cancun while her mom makes heart-eyes at a new guy, who brings with him his 10 year-old son, Jack (Jahzir Bruno).

Big brother Teddy (Judah Lewis) moves into the backdrop as Kate and Jack go on an adventure in the North Pole, squaring off with one of Santa’s former elves, Belsnickel (Julian Dennison, Hunt for the Wilderpeople, Deadpool 2).

While it’s always nice to revisit a favorite – and Christmas Chronicles is so much about the best aspects of a family movie – the sequel loses a lot of that appeal. Without a clear and compelling story to drive the plot forward like the original had, Christmas Chronicles 2 lags significantly throughout and it’s unclear when the adventure starts, what it’s goals are, and then the movie even struggles to wrap up as a result.

It doesn’t help that this movie is bogged down by some convoluted mythology tying the elves to Christianity via the Star of Bethlehem that low-key paints Santa as a Moses-like figure.

The musical number does bring things back to life for a while. This time it’s in a 1990-era Logan airport in Boston with Darlene Love singing a duet with Santa instead of Stevie Van Zandt, though they are singing his song, “The Spirit of Christmas.”

This makes for Darlene Love’s second appearance in the NCCU; The first was Holiday Rush, where she played Rush’s Aunt Jo. I’m ignoring the fact that she’s credited as “Denise” in Christmas Chronicles 2 and choosing to believe that Aunt Jo worked a desk for Pan Am, TSA or whoever in the ‘90s to pay the bills while waiting for her true calling as a singer to take off.

Dolly Parton’s Christmas on the Square

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In between funding a possible cure for the coronavirus and trying to solve illiteracy, Dolly Parton found time to star in and write 14 original songs for a Christmas special. The great Debbie Allen of Fame fame (more recently, Dr. Catherine Avery on Grey’s Anatomy) directs this all-singing, all-dancing Christmas musical, bringing her multi-talented prowess to bear. That means this thing follows the musical tropes more closely than those of a typical Christmas TV movie, even though it also falls into the Hallmark penchant for religiosity that feels a bit off.

The best parts of Christmas on the Square are all the toe-tapping small-town songs about the townsfolk banding together to stop local Scrooge named Regina (played with adroit dry wit by Christine Baranski) from selling off their town. There’s a pastor named Christian (obviously) and a cute kid who gets hurt but only in a way that’s dramatic and leaves her still very cute and able to join in the final town celebration. That’s the kind of silly holiday fun we all signed up for. 

Regina’s best friend Margeline (Jenifer Lewis, The Princess and The Frog, Black-ish) is a scene-stealer and the back half of the movie is lesser for her relative absence. The numbers get a little less zippy and the movie feels a lot longer than roughly an hour and a half. Somewhere along the way, we get the sort of slutshame-y backstory of Baranski’s character, whose first-ever high school dance resulted in a pregnancy which she (obviously) carried to term. Her father took her baby away from her while she was crying in the delivery room, giving it up for adoption. Pretty intense for the genre! 

It’s not like the movie becomes a portrait of gritty realism from there–Dolly Parton is definitely a floating, glowing, rhinestone-encrusted angel, although that’s closer to what folks come for. An underutilized Jeanine Mason (Roswell, NM) and Matthew Johnson (Songland) – whose voice is arresting – add to the fun, but there’s no two ways around it: It’s an odd little movie.

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what colour are your eyes? brown how tall are you? 5. I’m a little bean do you wear contacts and/or glasses? Nope, 20/20 vision do you wear braces? Not yet, I’m getting Invisalign soon what is your fashion style? Comfy and girly when were you born? End of july  how old are you? rather not say do you have any siblings? Yes. 5 what school/college do you go to? A private school  what kind of student are you? I’d like to say agood one, I mean, I am on the honor roll. But I’m pretty lazy what are your favourite subjects? This year only, math. My teacher is the best and I love how we learn it what are your favourite movies? Mike and Dave Need Wedding Dates (Which is ironic since I dont like things that are inappropriate) what are your favourite pastimes? Reading and listeing to music do you have any regrets? YES. The whole junior high what is your dream job? I’d love to be a writer of some sort. would you like to get married? Yes  do you want kids? how many? YESSSSSS, two or three how many countries have you visited? 3 what was your scariest dream? I don’t even remember honestly do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other? sadly no put your playlist on shuffle and without skipping list the first 15 songs: (I’m going to use my “currently listening to” playlist): 1) לשוב הביתה -  Ishay Ribo (This is a really beautiful Israeli song) 2) Staying Up - Matoma & The Vamps 3) Youuu - COIN (This song isn’t released yet so I got it off of youtube) 4) Take Me - Aly & AJ (I actually really like their new stuff) 5) When I Get You Alone - Glee Cast (OMG THIS SONG. Darren Criss’s voice is flippin good in it) 6) Love Lies - Khalid & Normani 7) Misery - Glee cast 8) Somewhere Only We Know - Glee (I cry this song is so good) 9) Miss You - Louis Tommilson (love, loves love this song) 10) Growing Pains - COIN 11) I Would - COIN 12) I know - Aly & AJ 13) Finesse - Bruno Mars feat. Cardi B (this song grew on me) 14) Somethin’ Stupid - Frank and Nancy Sinatra 15) Don’t Expect me to be Your Friends - Lobo (this song is so sad)

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