#sombrero man in the hat

[loodgack]

[disposal-blueeee]

( stereotypical mexican music starts playing

[wgm-beautiful-world]

[teadragonss]

I made a witch out of pompoms and there gay lil girlfriend out of icecream I can not stop thinking about these two help

[greensagephase]

I've been possessed by a thought recently. It's nothing someone hasn't done already, but take my hand and hear me out, please 😩

Think about a Miguel, who drives a Chevy Silverado and wears a sombrero vaquero and this kind of clothing.

He's a quiet, respectful, educated, and honest man who works hard to provide for his parents and sibling (let's pretend Conchata and George are not like in the comics), you know, quiere sacar su familia adelante (wants to push his family forward). 😩🥺

He's a gentleman and a hopeless romantic, who may not seem like it because he's so focused on working hard. All the girls at the parties talk about el muchacho (the young man) Miguel O'Hara, one of the most handsome and eligible solteros (bachelors) of the community, along with his brother, Gabriel. He's not a flirt, running around with every pretty girl he sees. No, he's the kind to only date to marry and even though it may not seem like it, he hopes to marry someone like that one day.

one more thought and the music he probably listens to below the cut!

Back to the respectful stuff, he probably tips his hat when greeting someone and when he interacts with young women, he addresses them as "señorita". He's a respectful man, but especially to his elders because he was raised to be like that. He's the kind of man to immediately offer assistance when needed, like helping the older ladies (las doñas) reach for something on the higher shelves.

Also, he's the kind of man to open the door of his truck for you and help you up if you're a shorty like me. 😍🤭

Bonus: I like to think his hats are special to him because they're handmade from Mexico, so they're authentic ones. He takes really good care of them so they'll last longer since he knows they'll wear out with normal use. He probably hardly lets Gabriel borrow them, but once he starts dating you, Miguel happily places his hat on you because he loves the sight of you wearing his hats.

Music I think he'd listen to (it's all in Spanish; I'm sorry non-Spanish speakers😔with Youtube links)

"¿Y Todo para Qué?" - Intocable "Hecha Pa' Mi" - Grupo Frontera "Tragos Amargos" - Ramon Ayala y Sus Bravos del Norte "Mi Golondrina" - Ramon Ayala y Sus Bravos del Norte "Adoro" - Bronco, Armando Manzanero "Te Aprovechas" - Grupo Limite "Sentimientos" - Grupo Limite "Desvelado" - Bobby Pulido

I'll let go off your hand now, thank you for hearing me out and being delusional with me😊

[kinardstits]

from this and I'm sorry but I HAD TO.

(@ AO3)

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Dropping the laptop onto the coffee table, Eddie steps back, smoothes a hand down his face, and accesses.

Battery? Charged.

Zoom? Installed, updated, and ready to go.

He even has a tablet ready, just in case his computer craps out.

(Who knows, God might still have it out for him for bedding his ex. And emotionally cheating on her.)

(... He should have gotten two tablets.)

Looking over his shoulder, Eddie checks the tables - he still needs to grab the cupcakes, the drinks, the hats, oh goddamn it where did he put the hats-

The shrill sound of air leaving a balloon at high speeds rips through the air, honest to God causing his eye to twitch.

Eddie turns then, facing the culprit. "Tommy."

"What?" Tommy shrugs, the very picture of innocence. "I'm trying, man."

"How many balloons have you finished blowing up?"

Tommy twists the rubber between his fingers and ties it up before he sweeps his eyes over the room. "Um. Eleven?"

"We're ten minutes out," Eddie complains, high-strung, as he checks his wristwatch. "And we're still missing three balloons?"

"I don't see you puckering up, Diaz-"

"Puta madre, gimme that-"

Buck bursts in at that moment, birthday banner in hand, and quickly stalls, watching with a mixture of exasperation and fondness as Tommy and Eddie wrestle over the last balloons. "Alright, children," He exclaims when Eddie decides to play dirty and mercilessly shoves a wet finger in Tommy's ear. "Knock it off!"

"Your boyfriend is subpar at blowing up balloons," Eddie huffs, ignoring the grossed-out protests of the taller man beside him. "Which- How does that even work?! I'd- I'd assume he's fantastic, being, well, your boyfriend and all-"

"I suck, Eddie," Tommy interjects, with the all inflection of an offended soccer mom, "And occasionally swallow. I do not blow."

"He does suck great." Buck concedes, not even looking as he effortlessly returns Tommy's high-five.

Eddie pretend-gags, gets shoved for his troubles.

"You walked into it." Tommy grins, winks, wipes his ear one last time, and blows as hard as he can into another balloon. It inflates into the size of a walnut.

Eddie grimaces, not hiding his judgmental stare at the other's poor lung capacity. "You're lucky I like your gym."

"And that I fix your cars for crafted beer."

"And that you fix my cars for crafted beer."

"More blowing, less snark."

Buck removes a painting off the wall and loops one end of the banner around it. "Did you get the hats?"

Eddie curses, letting his half-filled balloon escape and fly directly into Tommy's face. "Those malditos sombreros-"

He runs.

[ave09]

moon boys head-cannons: amusement parks

note: this is MY personal opinion, MY headcannons, do not judge, por favor

steven

“bit dodgy, innit? i mean—it could run right off the track-“

“steven, it’s perfectly safe. there’s a track, it can’t fly off.”

“anything could happen, luv.”

steven would honestly have the time of his life, although he’d refuse to go on the big rollar coasters. 

he’d adore the carousel.

“lookit! the little ponies—aw and a giraffe-come here darling, let’s ride matching ponies-“

finds bits of history in every attraction. 

“this here—see the design—? it reminds me of these egyptian ruins-“

constantly distracted.

“we should get some food—or candy—or candy floss—is it called cotton candy here? ooo, luv look-“

he would last a couple hours before wanting to go home.

“the crowds-the loud noises-nope-no more-“

“you want to go home?”

“yes-“

marc

“i dare you to go on this ride with me.”

“no.”

“come on-“

this man, as grumpy as he seems, wants to do everything. 

“big roller coaster? loop de loops? upside down shit? hell yeah-“

but then he tends to also be very motion sick. 

“ya know what—never again-“ 

at first he was skeptical of this sort of vacation.

“amusement park? sweetheart, when you said, ‘vacation,’ i thought you meant me, you, and the bedroom-“ 

but in the end, he enjoys it more then you do.

“that ride was wild! let’s do it again-“

“you just said it made you want to puke-“

“all part of the thrill baby-“

food. food. food.

“okay-here’s the plan-two lunches, two dinners, and one post dinner meal-“

“marc-“

“have you seen how much food there is”

“you’re gonna puke it up later.”

“okay and-?”

refuses to do any water rides… for some obvious reasons and some internal.

“i’m not getting wet. nope. nada.”

his social battery outlasts yours surprisingly.

“marc, it’s dark now-“

“all the rides are lit up now—let’s ride ‘em all again-“

“you’ve thrown up three times-“

“it’s the experience-“

only when he realizes how exhausted you are does he give in to leaving.

“we should do this again.”

“and i thought this wasn’t your type of vacation?”

“shush-“

jake

this man does everything. 

and i mean everything.

you thought marc was crazy—jake lockley is crazier.

“cariño. come—bumper cars—“

bumper cars are his favorite, and he gets so aggressive with it.

“beep beep hijo de putas” (motherfuckers 💀)

he then proceeds to ram into a group of kids.

“jAke-“

“what? it’s the point of the ride-“

he enjoys the water rides, unlike someone, but hates getting wet.

“Maldita sea, mi sombrero está mojado.” (dammit my hat is wet)

“i told you to take it off-“

“i like this hat-“

a bit picky when it comes to the food.

“why is everything deep fried?”

“what did you expect?”

“not deep fried mierda.”

he hates the long lines.

“amor, i could stab everyone here and we could go on the bumper cars right now-“

“you’re not stabbing anyone-“

“but-“

“no.” 

his social butterfly wings die quickly.  

“Estoy harto de esto.”

“you ready to go home?” 

“sì… but.. un paseo más en los carros chocones. (one more ride on the bumper cars)

[jade-kyo]

Non-Red vs Blue fans guess the fake fact: results!

Find the og post here

Alright time to finally review the results! Correct answer is at the bottom of this post for those not interested in all of the results and explanations!

So the most highly voted option at 23% was Elijah Wood which I’m sorry to say is incorrect! Elijah Wood was a voice actor in the series. He played the role of Sigma! What this big name actor is doing in a random web series I have no idea but it’s still one of the wildest things to me.

Now the aspirin overdose comes in with 17.3% and got mentioned a lot in the notes and it is also incorrect. However I will admit to some poor wording on my part because it was actually an allergic reaction not an overdose. That’s a genuine oopsies on my part 😅

Florida sinking into the ocean gets a 10.1% and is also incorrect! The state of Florida does in fact sink into the ocean and it’s implied this was to cover up the disappearance of Agent Florida (who is also the guy who dies from the aspirin)

The gay guy, who’s name is Donut btw, becoming Jesus comes in with 8.3% and is in fact very real. He even walks on water. It was wild and tbh I barely remember it cause it’s from a season I dislike but it was too wild not to include.

With 7.2% I can say for sure that the giant killer robot is indeed dressed up in cute hats! Specifically a sombrero! Also the robots name is Freckles.

CPR for a bullet wound in the head gets 6.7% and is in fact considered effective medical care. Now I will say this later gets retconned and it turns out the guy didn’t actually get shot in the head the bullet just grazed him and his armor locked up making them all think he was dying- hence the choice of word being considered. The characters fully believe it but the CPR did not actually save him cause he wasn’t even hurt to begin with.

The crazy love triangle comes in with 4.7% and is also very canon and is exactly as it’s said. There’s literally just this insane love triangle for like two seasons- honestly the only love triangle plot I ever enjoyed.

With a solid 4% I can say that there is in fact canon mpreg! Hurray? Idk man this one’s exactly as it sounds. Dude got knocked up by an alien.

In last place with 2.5% of votes is the main character dying repeatedly. This is also incorrect. First off this guy is named Church which very funny on its own. Secondly it’s actually one of the first running jokes in the series how much this dude dies. Until it’s not a joke 🫠 also a few people pointed out RvB doesn’t have a main character and while I agree I felt it was simpler just to call Church the main character for this poll since it’s designed for people who haven’t seen RvB and I would argue that the majority of the narrative centers around Church even when he’s not there.

And now for the correct answer, coming in at third place with 16.1% is Caboose is god!

Now I will fully confess to being sneaky with this one. This is actually a joke made within the series but it is not true at all. Caboose is not actually god and the platypus is just that fucked up. I knew nothing I could come up with would be able to match the absurdity of this series so I decided to twist a few words so that way everything seemed equally fucked up.

And that concludes the poll! I will now leave you off with a few honorable mentions that did not make the Final Cut:

They have a Spanish speaking robot. None of them speak Spanish.

He’s a ghost but not actually a ghost but actually a highly advanced computer program

Woman has mega beef with an AI copy of her dead mom

The highly advanced computer program can’t aim for shit

The first 5 seasons were revealed to actually be a prolonged torture session

Dude chases his dead gf through multiple iteration of the same memory

Woman developed a sibling like bond with an AI copy of her extremely neglectful father

[tryingadifferentsong]

Schloss Einstein Rewatch Folge 68 - 70

Scheint wohl echt ungeschriebenes Gesetz zu sein, dass man erstmal fies zu neuen Referendar:innen war, aber wenn man sie dann kannte und lieb gewonnen hat, war man in der Lehrprobe die vorbildlichste Klasse überhaupt. Richtig süß, wie Oliver die anderen nochmal dran erinnert ein schlaues Gesicht zu machen und natürlich Tom, der Herrn Fabian quasi durch den Hinweis auf die Bälle die Lehrprobe rettet!

Pasulke ist ja so ein Schatz, nimmt sich sogar einen Tag Urlaub um Atze mit dem Auto zu helfen 🥺 und nach dem erfolgreichen Verkauf steht auf einmal Atzes Vater wieder auf dem Schrottplatz - chapeau, das war schon wieder ein richtig guter Cliffhanger! Und auch wenn ich kein Fan von Atzes Vater bin, die Versöhnung und wie er (und natürlich v.a. auch Alexandra) ihn davon abhält aus dem Nichts nach Kanada zu gehen (Wie stellt Atze sich das bitte vor?!) war schon eine schöne Szene.

Oliver und Ava hätten sich gut verstanden, beide reparieren komplett ungefragt die Fahrräder ihrer Mitschüler:innen bzw Lehrer:innen 😁 Und ja, ich wiederhole mich hier in fast jedem Post, aber wie cute sind Nadiver schon wieder zusammen? Sie wuschelt ihm einfach im Weggehen kurz durch die Haare 🥹

Budhi und Katharina kriegen mich dagegen als Paar ja schon von Anfang an nicht besonders, aber wie sie sich an "ihrem Platz" treffen wollen und Budhi am See und Katharina in der Eisdiele wartet und später umgekehrt, fand ich tatsächlich sehr unterhaltsam. (Ich war übrigens Team Budhi und hab auch gleich an den See gedacht)

"Sagt mal läuft da was zwischen Atze und Alexandra?", also ich weiß, dass die noch ein Paar werden und die Geschichte baut das auch wirklich mal schön auf, aber ich find das schon immer so unangenehm, wenn einer Junge-Mädchen-Freundschaft sofort unterstellt wird, dass da doch was laufen muss 😒 als Atze Alexandra später den Blumenstrauß ins Internat bringt und sie sehr deutlich betonen, dass sie "nur gute Kumpel" sind, während sie sich in die Augen starren wird's dann aber schon etwas offensichtlicher ♥️

Was ist Kim denn so griesgrämig? Okay, wir erfahren, dass sich ihre Eltern vor kurzem getrennt haben und eine ihrer engsten Bezugspersonen (ihre Mutter) nach Köln geht. Kommt das hier irgendjemand bekannt vor? *looking at you, Noah Temel* 👀 Aber hier muss ich Vera auch mal kritisieren, Kims unfreundliches Verhalten ist jetzt kein Grund, um ihr Abführmittel ins Essen zu mischen - finde das passt auch gar nicht wirklich zu Vera, dass sie so fies ist. Trifft sich also gut, dass sie die Flaschen vertauscht haben, klassischer Fall von karma strikes back. Kim muss trotzdem noch einen oben drauf setzen und zerreißt Veras Zeichnungen, die als Rache dann bei Kims Musikkassette (!!) das Band rausreißt. Anschließend gibt es eine Versöhnung im Keller (kann sich SE denn gar nichts neues ausdenken 🤡) und Kim und Vera freunden sich an. Das war jetzt ein sehr kurzer Enemies-to-lovers Plot.

Oh Gott, wie süß ist bitte das Gespräch von Atze und Budhi, der natürlich nur für einen Freund fragt, der ein "gewisses Interesse an einem Mädchen hat", die "nur an wissenschaftlichem Kram interessiert ist" und dann als Budhi Alexandra erwähnt so tut als ob er sie nicht kennen würde 🥺 und dann wird Budhis Vorschlag mit dem Filmpark gleich in die Tat umgesetzt und Atze will unbedingt einen Sombrero für Alexandra beim Schießen gewinnen. Alexandra will ab jetzt bezahlen, "oder bist du so ein altmodischer Typ, der sich nicht von Mädchen einladen lässt?". Yes girl, say it louder for the people in the back! Aber Atze tut mir echt leid, er nimmt seinen ganzen Mut zusammen und legt seinen Arm um sie, und dann denkt er, dass sie deswegen wegrennt und will sie schon nie wieder sehen. Alles wird gut Atze 🫂🥹

Die Kaugummi-Forschung auch sehr süß, aber mein innerer Monk war sehr froh darüber, dass Frau Gallwitz anschließend nochmal über ein paar Grundlagen der empirischen Forschung aufgeklärt hat 🤓

All in all haben mir diese Folgen auf jeden Fall richtig gut gefallen!

[nerdieforpedro]

Last Line Tag Game

I was tagged by @trulybetty 💛 and @fhatbhabie 💖

I was tagged and therefore I do, also it’s fun. 😀

My last lines are a bit long but I’ve been trying to write Javi G. since last year and finally I made some progress:

Abigail stood looking over the water after folding her beach chair and towel. The cerulean waves crashed along the shore and she had a serene smile on her face. It truly was beautifully breathtaking. She didn’t hear the jovial man’s steps behind her, a strong gust of wind blew her hat and it started to get away. Javier stretched and grabbed the brim of the hat, he pulled it to his toned chest and held it until the wind calmed. A beaming smile was across his face as he stepped in front of Abigail.

“Perdón (excuse me) Señorita Abigail. Tu sombrero es seguro (Your hat is safe).” Javi stretched out his arms and raised them, placing the hat on her head and tipping it up at an angle so her face was fully visable.

I was going for a summer romance kind of vibe but who knows? Javi G is sweet. 🍯

NPT: @morallyinept @rhoorl @laurfilijames @maggiemayhemnj @pedroshotwifey @pamasaur @wannab-urs @gasolinerainbowpuddles @magpiepills @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @goodwithcheese @avastrasposts @for-a-longlongtime @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @secretelephanttattoo @musings-of-a-rose @toxic-seduction

[a-go-ni-a]

ENG / PT / ESP

[ENG] Fluffyfebruary – Day 28 – Goodbye

@fluffyfebruary

On the last day of fluffyfebruary: the last and epic, fantastic, fenomenal battle from the greatter event on Brazilian Tumblr: the Sexyman Brasil. Between the 2 most iconic traits seen on the beautiful and playful Brazilian people, which one will win? Sensuality or blasphemy? Who will take home the prize?

And Bodoque, who, during the whole Latino Sexyman 2023 competition, has showed us justice is the foundation of latinamerican justice, watches the fight. It will decide who is going to be at his side as sexyman.

Allow me to introduce the contestants.

At Left, there is Boto Cor-de-Rosa (pink dolphin). It is a character from Brazilian Folklore. The Boto lives in rivers. It turns into a handsome man who always wears white clothes, and a hat to hide the hole on its head. The Boto seduces beautiful women, they get pregnant and the Boto vanishes.

At right, Jesus Christ from the movie O Auto da Compadecida (A Dog’s Will – wtf ???), played by Maurício Gonçalves.

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[PT] Fluffyfebruary – Dia 28 – Que Deus te guarde e esqueça onde

@gravedangerahead o desenho pronto!

E pro último dia do fluffyfebruary: a última e épica, fantástica, fenomenal disputa do maior evento do tumblr brasileiro: o Sexyman Brasil-sil-sil. Entre os 2 mais emblemáticos traços que representam o belíssimo e zueiro povo brasileiro, qual ganhará? Sensualidade ou blasfêmia? Quem leva o troféu: pai ausente ou Jejê?

E o Bodoque que, durante cada rodada do Latino Sexyman 2023, provou que a justiça é a base da democracia latina, assiste de camarote o conflito que decidirá quem estará ao seu lado no pódio de sexyman.

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[ESP] Fluffyfebruary – Día 28 - Adiós

Para el último día de fluffyfebruary: la última y grandiosa, fantástica, increíble batalla de lo mayor espectáculo en el tumblr brasileño: Sexyman Brasil. Entre los 2 más emblemáticos rasgos que representan el hermosísimo y juguetón pueblo brasileño, ¿cúal va a ganar? ¿Sensualidad o blasfemia? ¿Quién va a llevarse el trofeo a casa?

Y Bodoque, quién, a cada ronda de Latino Sexyman 2023, ha demostrado que la justicia es la base de la democracia latina, mira la pelea que elige quién va a quedarse a su lado en el podio de sexyman.

Los competidores son:

A la izquierda, el Boto cor-de-rosa (delfín rosa) es de nuestro folclore. Él vive en ríos, cambia su apariencia, convirtiéndose en un hermoso hombre que lleva puestas ropas blancas y un sombrero para ocultar el agujero en su cabeza. El Boto seduce a mujeres bellas, ellas quedanse embarazadas y él se va y nunca regresa.

A la derecha, Jesús Cristo de la película O Auto da Compadecida. El actor se llama Maurício Gonçalves.

(He decidido tratar de escribir mis textos también en español. Si hay errores, dime, por favor.)

[ghostwise]

canvas, change and roots for hamal!

canvas: Does your OC have any scars, piercings, tattoos, or other markings? Do they display or cover them up at all?

Answered here!

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

He really struggled with his wardrobe when he went to Antiva with Zevran. The sudden heat and humidity was terrible for him; he became very sunburnt and frizzy there for a while. Love does things to a man lol. A few months into the journey he got ahold of a scrap of ribbon with a heat-resist enchantment, and from there it got a little easier for him. He switched to light and breathable fabrics for his shirts and tunics, a wide-brimmed hat for sun protection, and he acquired a pair of tinted sunglasses, which were very much overdue.

HE LOOKS COOL! I dig it. I far prefer his design when I draw him in Antiva. Give the boy a sombrero. I should just give every OC a sombrero and some boots.

roots: Is your OC’s look inspired by any specific style of clothing or fashion trend? What are the roots and/or inspiration for their look?

Dalish fashion in the game feels very disjointed-pseudo-Rennaisance-faire to me. I can’t work with this. Antivan charro Hamal my beloved <3

[merryslilhobbit]

New Dando fic...Our Love Language

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“Clearly, I’m not against trying new things,” Lando winked down at him as he tugged Daniel’s hair, pulling the older man far enough back that he could see his expression. “But that,” Lando nodded in the general direction of where the sombrero now lay, “is where I draw the line.”

“You liked the cowboy hat.”

“You liked it more.”

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Read here on AO3, loosely inspired by that F1 TV interview after the Mexican GP.

[wgm-beautiful-world]

[askthechronoverse]

Last Chapter •||• Next Chapter

Ken was the only one of the five who didn't leave the TARDIS the next morning. As the four children passed the Hi-Hat Cafe to go to the museum to see the plate together, Kit felt a hand on her shoulders. She turned and saw the man with the red jacket, who looked from her to Bellamy’s retreating back.

“Can you come with me?” The yellow rabbit stood by his side. Kit felt like it was studying her somehow. “Come on. I'll buy you a coffee.”

“I'll catch up!” Kit shouted to her friends as she followed the man in red into the cafe, unsure if they actually heard her. The man in the red jacket sat in an isolated booth on the side facing the door and Kit sat across from him. She wasted no time and spoke. “Who are you?”

“I was wondering the same thing.” The monster with the sombrero came to the table and brought three cups of coffee. It put them down on the table and waddled back to the bar. “Can you tell me your name?”

“I'm Kit.” She took a cup and saw that the rabbit took a cup, too. Were the animals of this world able to drink coffee? That didn't seem terribly healthy. She used the cue to take a small sip. It was an earthy blend that tasted very faintly of something fruity that tasted familiar, but she didn't know from where. It wasn't unpleasant, but definitely could use some more sugar and milk.

“My name is Tim and this is my partner, Pikachu.” He took the last cup of coffee and took a sip. He must have noticed a subtle reaction to the coffee, since he pushed a small bowl of sugar and a tiny pitcher of cream over to her. “Can you tell me why you were in the museum yesterday?”

“My dad loves dinosaurs. I wanted to take pictures of what I saw in the museum to show him.” Kit pulled out her dad's phone, unlocked it, and glanced at the home screen.

“What's a dinosaur?” Tim lifted an eyebrow.

“The Tyrantrum skeleton. He would have loved that thing.” Kit’s voice was starting to get quiet. She began to dump heaping spoonfuls of sugar into her coffee cup.

“Oh! The fossil Pokemon exhibit. I like Aerodactyl. It's pretty cool looking.” He took another sip of his coffee. There was something genuinely disarming about his voice. He spoke calmly and carefully, which only made Kit wonder if she should be on her guard. “Is that why you and your friends are in Ryme City?”

“Uh…” She looked down at her phone again. What would her dad do? How much should she tell him at this point? This didn't feel like talking to Ken.

“Don't be scared. You aren't going to get in any trouble unless you do something wrong.” Pikachu made noises that sounded like cooing. “Kit, where did you go after you went to the museum?”

“I've been traveling with a friend of my family. I just went back to her place.” Kit tilted her head. “Why are you asking this?”

“I should probably just cut to the chase. I'm a detective. We,” he gestured to himself and his Pikachu. “help the police with difficult investigations. A few artifacts have been stolen from the Ryme City Museum and you and your talking Pokemon are a suspect.”

“Artifacts were stolen? What artifacts?” Kit’s blood went cold. That stranger couldn't have already found and stolen the plate yet, right?

“The 19 plates of Arceus. Eyewitnesses did see you and your Pokemon in that exhibit with a strange device. Can you tell me what that device does?” Tim was very gentle, even when he said she was suspected of a crime. It somehow put her at ease, made her more willing to talk. Maybe that was the point, but it was easy to be sucked in. She sighed.

“It helps me find items of great power. Ancient items that have been around since the dawn of time. I know this looks incredibly guilty, but I promise I didn't steal them.” She looked down at her father's phone again to calm herself. Pikachu had disappeared, only to reappear a few moments later in the same spot. It got Tim’s attention for a moment before that attention returned to Kit.

“What were you looking at just now?” She showed him the phone’s home screen. “Are they your dads?” Kit nodded. “I bet I can guess which of your dads is the one you went to the museum for.”

“OK. Which one do you think it is?” Tim scanned the photo. The home screen had cycled to a more recent family photo which had been taken in selfie mode by RJ. It's clear to see why Kit would have used this photo to ground herself: the three of them were happy. Everyone, even Richard, had a goofy expression on their faces. Tim occasionally glanced at Pikachu, almost like he was waiting for an answer. After Pikachu made a triumphant noise, Tim spoke.

“It's the guy taking the photo. Am I right?” Kit nodded. “I'll tell you how I know, too, if you want.” Another nod and Tim continued. “It's hard to see, but your dad has a small pin that has a shovel and some dirt on it. It might have to do with archaeology. Am I right?”

“Yeah! It says “I Dig Archaeology”.” She smiled a little, but the smile was fleeting.

“Nice pun.” Tim chuckled. “Are you a Pokemon trainer? That's the only reason I can think of for a kid your age to be traveling without her parents.” He finished his first cup of coffee.

“I…” She debated on continuing to be honest with him. The worst thing that would happen is he just wouldn't believe her. She took a breath. She may as well. “I'm from another world. So my friends. We're looking for items called foundation elements, the building blocks of the multiverse, so a bad guy doesn't get them. I'm hoping that isn't who stole them.” Tim and Pikachu exchanged confused glances before Tim spoke again.

“I want to believe you. If you are what you say you say you are… What would the bad guy look like?” He pulled out a pencil and a notebook and got ready to take notes.

“We haven't seen their face properly just yet. We just know they wear a big long cape and a gold chest plate. We've never heard them speak either.” Kit looked at her mismatched sneakers awkwardly. “They look like they be about as tall as I am and look like they're made out of a galaxy. Lots of stars in whatever I can see of them.”

“That's really helpful. I appreciate that and your honesty. Do you know which of the plates is what you're looking for?”

“I don't think we figured that one out. I felt one of them draw me in, the one that talked about an original one watching.” Tim looked through his notes.

“It's the Legend Plate, the most under researched and mysterious of the plates, according to the museum curator.” He put the notebook away in his pocket. “Can I borrow your phone? I'll give you my number. This way, if either of us get any information about the plates, we could get in contact.” Kit unlocked and slid the phone over to Tim, who took a few minutes to navigate through the menus until he sent a text to himself. “You must be from another universe. I couldn't read anything on that phone.” Kit took the phone back, head tilted. Tim got up and put his hand on Kit’s shoulder. “Thanks again. I'm sure we can get to the bottom of this together.” He and Pikachu left Kit at the table with a farewell before she started to head to the museum.

When she got there, she was predictably met with police tape and doglike Pokemon who tried to look tough but failed out of virtue of their cuteness. She approached her friends who were now talking to a police officer with a larger version of these dogs.

“We have to get in there! There's something important we have to ask the curator!” Charmy shouted, her brother tapping her shoulder as Kit approached.

“Where have you been, Kit?” Bellamy looked her over, making sure she wasn't hurt.

“I was talking to a private detective. He said the foundation element was stolen and I think we know who did it.” Kit adjusted her headband. “He took other items like it, too.”

“What, those stone plates? Why take ‘em all?” Bellamy folded her arms.

“He might not know which one was the actual foundation element or thought they were all one unit.” Vito suggested. “I mean, the last one we found was Ken’s roller skates. Plural.”

“Tim, that's the detective, sounded like he was willing to help us. But if we can find the guy who took Ken’s skate, we find the foundation element.” Kit looked around and saw Pikachu run under the police tape. Tim was speaking with a large man in beige. Kit walked slowly over to the two to listen in.

“...right about it not being the girl and her strange Pokemon.” The man stated. “The security tapes show what looks to be some kind of Pokemon, but our experts believe it's one that has been discovered. It's hard to focus on it, so we can't say for sure.”

“Could it be a kecleon?” Tim offered. “What you described sounds kind of like camouflage.”

“It's not out of the realm of possibility right now. I don't know for certain, however we can't eliminate any possibilities.” Before Kit could get any further information from eavesdropping, she noticed a shadowy figure go around the back of the museum. She followed the figure at as close to a shadow’s pace as she could. Once she got in close, she saw him: it was the man with the galaxy body.

“Hey! What are you doing?” She got closer. “I thought you already found it.” He put a claw to his face and rolled his glowing eyes.

“Your father sends his regards.” The being’s voice was low and whispered.

“My… father? How do you know him?” She got closer, but a hand was extended to stop her.

“I hear him often. He is scared, paralyzed by his trauma and pain. I wonder if he realizes his only daughter is out in a cruel multiverse. Would he be disappointed? Or would he finally let his fear take hold?” There was something oddly non threatening backing his voice. It was hard to say what, but it didn't make the words any less terrifying to Kit.

“Who are you?” Kit whispered.

“That isn't important. Our parents are enemies. That means we are enemies. That's all we need to know. We're just soldiers in a war that was started long before anyone we know can remember.” He looked through the window at the scene beyond, of investigators moving to and fro.

“I'm not.”

“Your parents have been lying to you if you think that's the case. Ask yourself something: why are you here?”

“I'm here because I want to help.”

“Your father. You're here because you want to help your father. Because maybe, if you're a good little girl and do the right thing, it'll look good enough to Unitron so they can possibly offer a war criminal leniency and you don't have to visit your dad once every month on a distant planet with heavy supervision for the rest of his life.” He shrugged. “The way I see it, that makes us pretty much the same.”

“I don't know what you think I'm doing, I actually want to help. I didn't steal things that aren't mine.”

“No, I suppose you didn't steal anything. But you also haven't done anything of merit either. Do you really think that going with a stranger who claims they are being good and taking a man out of his home makes you any better than me? No. It really doesn't. Again, you and I are a lot alike. The only difference between you and me is I'm not convinced that I'm doing something righteous. I know my place. Do you know yours?” He turned to leave.

“Where are the plates?” Kit finally asked.

“How should I know? It looks like the foundation element of this world is going to be more trouble than it's worth right now. Have fun playing detective.” A portal opened in front of him and he disappeared through it. After the portal closed, Bellamy was behind her.

“What happened?” Bellamy stared at the space where the portal once was. “What was that?”

“I'll talk about that later. The guy who stole Ken's roller blades isn't the culprit.” Kit turned to go back to the others. “If I can believe what he's saying, anyway.”

Unknown to all of the parties involved, they were watched the whole time. The telltale black tipped yellow rabbit ears quickly disappeared from the window, the owner of those ears running to his partner.

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a random thought/imagine because I NEED to run into a Miguel at a Mexican party and falling in love with him! @fairlyang 's post got me going, I was going to reblog my crazy scenario through their post, and then this turned TOO LONG (I'm delusional, so that's why this is so detailed)!!

If you're not Latina/Mexican - just hear a delusional woman out plsssss (me hoping to manifest by writing this fr fr)

Going to a Mexican party, sitting at a table with my family because soy una muchacha seria y callada (I'm a serious and quiet girl), so I'm not on the dance floor, but I see Miguel in the crowd with the other men talking, dressed with a sombrero and botas (cowboy hat and boots), wearing gold jewelry (he's Mexican he has to wear gold jewelry, sorry not sorry).

I'm trying very hard not to stare and make it obvious because my fam is there and I'm a good family girl, a proper señorita, who hasn't been with anyone nor has done anything with anyone (this is my version guys, so don't mind the personal touches here) but !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'M ALREADY IMAGINING WHAT HIS VOICE SOUNDS LIKE, HOW MUCH TALLER HE'D BE IF I WERE STANDING IN FRONT OF EACH OTHER!! I'm subtly -oh so subtly- admiring his large broad shoulders and BACKKK (having some serious thoughts about this part; hint: my long nails, anywayyyy), the way he stands, his thick thighs, the way he lifts a cup to his mouth, his laugh, his smile - yall, I'm planning a whole wedding, even though I know I'm not making a damn move because your girl IS SHY IRL (a moment for the shy girls ✊🏼😔), but a girl can daydream behind the centros de mesa (table centerpieces) my mom and grandma are taking home by the end of the night!!

I keep watching him, subtly, telling myself it's silly but I keep daydreaming anyway. IT'S FREE!!!!!!

He ends up spotting me from across the room while some love song is playing in the background because you know, Latinos and our love songs!! It's probably something like "Háblame de Ti" by Banda MS or some song by Grupo Frontera like "Bebe Dame" 😍 (iykyk) anyway, the music is not helping your delusional girl (me, you, us, everyone).

Imagine imagine imagine - MAKING EYE CONTACT WITH HIM AS HE BRINGS THE CUP TO HIS MOUTH WITH A LITTLE SMIRKKK-(why did I just get goosebumps?) YALL YAL YALL

Freezing up and going through all stages of grief because I was caught staring !!!!!!!!!!!! I look away, trying to play it off even though my cheeks are the color of the red flowers adorning the room!!! I'm drinking some water, trying to C H I L L because I can feel his gaze on me.

Thinking it's safe, I look again AND - HE'S STARING

Then for idk how long it's just a lot of ignoring/pretending that's not happening because once again, I'M SHYYYY (once I get to know you I open up but like, it takes a hot week) but I'm just thinking, "este hombre" (this man; also wondering what his name is and why I've never seen this man before???) because I'm literally dying pretending I'm okay and fighting the inappropriate thoughts while sitting next to my grandma because Miguel keeps staring, going along with his conversation with the men (who have noticed him staring and probably tease him about making a move, or telling him to forget it because "esa muchacha/morra no baila con nadie" (that girl doesn't dance with anyone). So he just watches from a distance, trying to gather some info and noticing little things like how I'm avoiding his gaze, the nervous smile, trying to pretend that side of the building doesn't exist-

and thennnnnnnnnnnnnnn

at some point he leaves his side of the room, steps determined. I once again *subtly* notice this and then freak out when he's coming my way but I'm like "no way, right? right?" *hearts racing abnormally*

IMAGINE HIM APPROACHING THE TABLE AND INTRODUCING HIMSELF TO YOUR PARENTS AND GRANDMA, OR WHOEVER ELSE IS THERE?? And then looking at you, giving you a gentle, soft smile WITH SOME MISCHIEF BEHIND THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BROWN EYES YOU'VE EVER HAD THE PRIVILIGE LAYING EYES ON AND MAKING YOU FEEL THINGS - or like a commenter said the other day in one of my posts "senti cosas de mujer" (I felt women things)!! YOU'RE FEELING THINGS THINGS !!!

AND HE ASKS YOUR PARENTS IF HE CAN ASK YOU TO DANCE WITH HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BECAUSE HE REALIZES YOU'RE A FAMILY GIRL, AND THAT'S HOW HE'S GOING TO WIN YOUR FAMILY SO HE CAN HAVE YOU BECAUSE MANS HAS ALSO ALREADY PLANNED THE WEDDING RECEPTION'S MENU !!!!!!!!!!!

ok bye, thank you for listening to my unhinged scenario but in all seriousness - God - I've seen what you've done for others !!!!! Send a Miguel O'Hara lookalike my way with sombrero y botas, chest hair, and gold jewelry, and who knows how to fix the light that turned on in my vehicle, which I've been ignoring for months, and who helps with the masa for the tamales para Navidad (helps with the tamales dough for Christmas) because he has large, warm hands 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼