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El Servicio Social para la Paz se pone en marcha como una alternativa al servicio militar obligatorio. ¡Nunca más los jóvenes del pueblo para la guerra! Valentina Bolaño Senior | @Vale_BoSe “Es el momento de la paz y de proteger a las juventudes”, dicen al unísono Iván Cepeda, senador y negociador de paz, y Gareth Sella, viceministro de Juventudes, sobre el anuncio de la puesta en marcha del Servicio Social para la Paz como una alternativa, para los jóvenes, al servicio militar obligatorio. Continue reading Para la paz todo, para la guerra nada
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COLOMBIA: ¡Cartagena tiene nueva Reina de la Independencia!
COLOMBIA: Cartagena has a new Queen of Independence! Guillermo Lozano Sarah. Periodista, Catedrático Universitario. Consejero Delegado Global de Turismo, Columnista Rosa Elvira Bossio Núñez, del barrio El Milagro, fue coronada en la Plaza de la Aduana Rosa Elvira Bossio Núñez, from the El Milagro neighborhood, was crowned in the Plaza de la Aduana Cartagena de Indias, D. T. y C. 13 de…
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#5MIL ASISTENTES#CARTAGENA#COLOMBIA#COLUMNA#GUILLERMO LOZANO PERIODISTA#GUILLERMO LOZANO SARAH#LA AGENCIA MUNDIAL DE PRENSA PRESENTE#LA VIRREYNA SOFIA VALENTINA CASTILLO GUERRERO#lomasleido#lomasvisto#MUNDO TURISTICO EMPRESARIAL#NUEVA REINA#PLAZA DE LA ADUANA#REINA DE LA INDEPENDENCIA#ROSA ELVIRA BOSSIO NÚÑEZ
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I don't know anyone else who was so delusional that their life became the delusion.
VALENTINA // drag race mexico 01X03 look
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#Valentina#drag race mexico#rupaul's drag race#telenovela#id like to keep it on pls#miss colombia#miss venezuela#miss universe
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Riordanverse race/nationality headcanons (Main characters and background characters alike)
This may be a very long post, and I’m throwing in little tidbits about appearances, so with no regard to any particular order, strap in:
(Seriously, this is a huge post)
Edit: Changed Luke from just Korean American to mixed Argentinian/Korean American, inspired by @tagthescullion
The Seven (Including Nico and Reyna):
Percy Jackson: Biracial White/Latino, Cuban American (Sally was born in Havana, she had Percy shortly after moving to the US)
Annabeth Chase: Biracial Black/White, Irish/African American (with Swedish, Ghanaian and Polish descent)
Jason (And Thalia, by extension) Grace: White German American (Beryl moved from Germany to the US)
Piper McLean: Native American, Cherokee
Leo Valdez: Latino, Mexican, Born in Texas
Hazel Levesque: Black, African American, New Orleans (1940's French Creole)
Frank Zhang: Chinese Canadian, Vancouver
Nico Di Angelo: White, Italian with Russian descent, 1920’s Venice
Reyna Avila Ramirez Arellano: Latina, Puerto Rican
Camp Half Blood:
Will Solace: Biracial White/Bangladeshi American, Texas
Luke Castellan: Mixed Argentinian/Korean American (Born in the US, May (or Mi-Hee) grew up in a Argentine Korean community in Buenos Aires before she moved to the US and met Hermes)
Malcolm Pace: White with albinism, Scottish, Glasgow
Travis and Connor Stoll: Mixed Scottish and Laotian, Edinburgh (Source: @freddie-77-ao3)(I think in the TV show, they cast two Asian boys as the Stolls, so I've made them Asian)
Alice Miyazawa: Japanese American, Los Angeles
Julia Feingold: White Luxembourger, Luxembourg City
Cecil Markowitz: White Austrian/Northern Irish (Born in Graz, grew up in Belfast since he was two, has dual citizenship)
Katie Gardener: White Scottish, Aberfoyle
Castor and Pollux Vintner: Black, Irish (Pollux is Albino, Castor wasn’t), Donegal
Michael Yew: Mixed Irish and Chinese, Limerick (Granny moved from China)
Lee Fletcher: White Irish, Donegal
Clarisse La Rue: Mixed French/Pakistani American, Arizona (Mother moved from France)
Chris Rodriguez: Afro-Latino, Nicaraguan (Moved to the states when he was seven, lived in the same neighbourhood as Clarisse)
Silena Beauregard: Blasian, African American and Filipino, Mississippi (French descent)
Charles Beckendorf: Black, African American
Jake Mason: White American, Wyoming
Harley Smythe-Davidson: Biracial White/Aboriginal Australian (Source: @freddie-77-ao3)
Nyssa Barrera: Latina, Panamanian, Panama City
Shane O’Doherty: White Irish, Laois
Christopher Chalkevas: White Greek/English (Born in Larissa, moved with his mother to Hackney, London at age five, has dual citizenship)
Clovis Karlsen: Wasian, Welsh (Welsh/Norwegian grandad, Indonesian granny, Source: @ashthenerdtheythem)
Chiara Benvenuti: White Italian, Florence
Alabaster C. Torrington: British Indian, English, Westminster
Lou Ellen Blackstone: Black with vitiligo, British Ghanaian, Birmingham
Drew Tanaka: Japanese American, New York City
Valentina Diaz: Latina, Colombia
Mitchell Singh-Donovan: Mixed Indian and Irish, Cork
Lacy Alfsen: White Danish, Copenhagen
Ethan Nakamura: Japanese, Tokyo
Damien White: White Irish, Northside Dublin
Miranda Gardiner: Vietnamese American, Massachusetts (Distant Irish ancestry)
Billie Ng: Wasian, Irish/Thai Canadian, Toronto (She grew up in Longford till she was seven, then she and her mortal dad moved to Canada)
Sherman Yang: Chinese American, Alaska
Marcus (Mark) Dooley-Wallace: White Irish American, Georgia
Ellis Wakefield: Black, Algerian
Holly and Laurel Victor: Sri Lankan American, Seattle
Meg McCaffery: Wasian, Irish/Vietnamese American
Camp Jupiter:
Dakota Cheshire: Black, Bermudian
Gwendolyn Nunez: Hispanic, Spanish American
Bobby Herrera: Latin American, New Mexico
Lavinia Asimov: White Russian, born in San Francisco
Larry Schumacher: White American, North Carolina
Leila Grunfeld: White American, Colorado
This has been a very exhausting post to make lmao. I gave some of the characters who don’t have canonical surnames my own Hcs for their surnames. Also, I am yet to read through trials of Apollo, so maybe I’ll come later back to add more Roman names to the list.
Tagging my moots that I like to see their opinions for this (as well as the ones I tagged within the list as well):
@aki-bara @ravingcoffeeaddict @ebony-reine-vibes @squiggle3worm @sleep-needer
#percy jackson#annabeth chase#jason grace#piper mclean#leo valdez#hazel levesque#frank zhang#nico di angelo#reyna avila ramirez arellano#will solace#luke castellan#malcolm pace#travis and connor stoll#alice miyazawa#julia feingold#cecil markowitz#katie gardner#castor and pollux#michael yew#lee fletcher#clarisse la rue#chris rodriguez#damien white#silena beauregard#charles beckendorf#pjo#hoo#toa#riordanverse#misc skeptic thoughts
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Bogota, Colombia 23.10.23
📸 Valentina Casale Spotify Colombia
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Artistic Gymnastics Olympics 2024 WAG Qualification
Number of individual (EF&AA) finals per team
Team USA 🇺🇸 9 finals (Simone Biles VT, FX + BB, Jade Carey VT, Sunisa Lee BB + UB, Jordan Chiles FX, Sunisa Lee & Simone Biles AA)
Team Italy 🇮🇹 7 finals (Alice D'Amato UB,BB + FX, Manila Esposito BB + FX, Alice D'Amato & Manila Esposito AA)
Team Brazil 🇧🇷 6 finals(Rebeca Andrade VT, BB + FX, Julia Soares BB, Rebeca Andrade & Flavia Saraiva AA)
Team China 🇨🇳 6 finals (Qiu Qiyuan UB, Zhang Yihan UB, Zhou Yaqin BB, Ou Youshan FX, Qiu Qiyuan & Ou Youshan AA)
Team Romania 🇷🇴 5 finals (Sabrina Maneca-Voinea BB + FX, Ana Barbosu FX , Ana Barbosu & Amalia Ghigoarta AA)
Team Canada 🇨🇦 4 finals (Elsabeth Black VT, Shallon Olsen VT, Elsabeth Black & Ava Stewart AA)
Team Japan 🇯🇵 3 finals (Rina Kishi FX, Rina Kishi & Haruka Nakamura AA)
Team Great Britain 🇬🇧 3 finals (Becky Downie UB, Alice Kinsella & Georgia Mae-Fenton AA)
Team South Korea 🇰🇷 1 final (Seoyeong Yeo VT)
Team Netherlands 🇳🇱 1 final (Naomi Visser AA)
Team Australia 🇦🇺 1 final (Ruby Pass AA)
Team France 🇫🇷 0 finals (this hurts so much 😭)
Countries with finals without team:
Germany 🇩🇪 3 finals (Sarah Voss AA, Helen Kevric UB & AA)
Algeria 🇩🇿 2 finals (Kaylia Neymour UB & AA)
Belgium 🇧🇪 1 final (Nina Derwael UB)
North Korea 🇰🇵 1 final (Chang Ok An VT)
Bulgaria 🇧🇬 1 final (Valentina Georgieva VT)
Portugal 🇵🇹 1 final (Filipa Martins AA)
Hungary 🇭🇺 1 final (Bettina Lilli Czifra AA)
Colombia 🇨🇴 1 final (Luisa Blanco AA)
#gymnastics#paris 2024#simone biles#so sad for france#sad for beam queen sanne and pauline#doing this for my own curiosity of statistics not that anyone's interested
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During last week, 8 trans women were murdered in Colombia. Macarena Acuña, Sharon Muñoz Zúñiga, Valentina Barrera Delgado, Luciana Román and four others were victims of hate crimes. Some of them had been reported missing for several days. Many were in a vulnerable situation as sex workers, and continue to be stigmatized for it after their death. Even after finding their bodies, the authorities have not taken visible measures and the culprits remain unknown.
I would try to end a post with a glimpse of hope or a call to action, but there's really nothing more to say.
#transphobia#transmysogyny#nos están matando#say their names#trans liberation now#colombia#bogotá#cali colombia#latinblr
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Marco Margaritoff at HuffPost:
Missouri secretary of state candidate Valentina Gomez, whose GOP campaign has primarily consisted of homophobic stunts, told Black Americans ahead of Wednesday’s national Juneteenth holiday to “get the fuck out” of the U.S. if they still want reparations for slavery. “Reparations from slavery and Black victimization is about to be shoved down our throats for the most ratchet holiday in America,” said Gomez in a viral video on Tuesday. “BLM [Black Lives Matter] raised millions. And what did they do for Black lives?” “It is outrageous to see people ask you for reparations, even though they never went through slavery,” the 25-year-old Colombia-born Republican continued. “These ungrateful people should be celebrating because they were born in the greatest nation to ever exist.”
Gomez clearly failed to grasp that Black Lives Matter wasn’t founded for reparations, but as a protest movement against police brutality, and seemed confused in decrying reparations for people who “never went through slavery” — as that’s precisely who they’re for. “Here’s a tip,” she nonetheless declared. “If you don’t like America, kindly, get the fuck out.” Juneteenth was officially proclaimed a national holiday by President Joe Biden in 2021, but has been celebrated by Black families in the U.S. for decades, as it commemorates the liberation of America’s last slaves being emancipated in Galveston, Texas, in 1865.
The holiday was expectedly opposed by numerous Republicans, including Black right-wing pundit Candace Owens, who claimed in 2021 that Democrats are “trying to repackage segregation” and called the holiday “ghetto and made up” in 2023. “America is the Greatest Country in the World,” Gomez told HuffPost in a statement Tuesday. “If you are not a slave, then you DO NOT deserve any reparations. Straight White men built the roads we drive on, the buildings where we live, and the ones that fought and declared independence from the tyranny of the British for us to have freedom and the pursuit of happiness. To ANYONE that does not like America, GTFO.”
Republican Missouri Secretary of State candidate Valentina Gomez continues to embarrass herself, as she told Black Americans seeking reparations to “get the fuck out” and called the Juneteenth holiday “ratchet.”
#Valentina Gomez#Missouri#Racism#Reparations#Juneteenth#Black Lives Matter#Anti Black Racism#2024 Missouri Elections
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A Republican candidate for Missouri secretary of state has told Black Americans who do not like the country to "kindly" leave in a video posted on the eve of Juneteenth.
Valentina Gomez, who previously caused outrage for urging voters not to be "weak and gay," accused the federal holiday commemorating the end of slavery in the U.S. of being the "most wretched" holiday and that Black people should no longer be seeking reparations.
The video from Gomez, a staunch Donald Trump supporter, arrived days after the former president's 2024 campaign team announced a "Black Americans for Trump" initiative to try to persuade African Americans to support the Republican in November's race against Joe Biden. The coalition includes Rep. Byron Donalds of Florida and South Carolina Senator Tim Scott.
Gomez posted her latest video on X, formerly Twitter, attacking Juneteenth and saying: "If you don't like America, gtfo [get the fuck out]."
"Reparations from slavery and black victimization is about to be shoved down our throats for the most [wretched] holiday in America," Gomez said. "BLM raised millions. And what did they do for Black lives?"
"It is outrageous to see people ask you for reparations, even though they never went through slavery. These ungrateful people should be celebrating because they were born in the greatest nation to ever exist. Here's a tip; If you don't like America, kindly, get the fuck out."
The video ends with a photo of her posing with an assault rifle while dressed in military style clothing. Gomez, a 25-year-old immigrant from Colombia, has never served in the military.
In an additional statement, Gomez told Newsweek: "America is the Greatest Country in the World. If you are not a slave, then you do not deserve any reparations. Straight White men built the roads we drive on, the buildings where we live, and the ones that fought and declared independence from the tyranny of the British for us to have freedom and the pursuit of happiness. To anyone that does not like America, GTFO. President Trump is the Greatest President of All Time, and I look forward to accepting his endorsement."
Gomez is one of eight Republican candidates running for secretary of state in Missouri. The GOP primary for the candidacy will take place on August 6. Trump has yet to endorse anyone in the race.
Juneteenth became recognized as a federal holiday by Biden in June 2021, becoming the first new federal holiday since Martin Luther King Jr. Day was adopted in 1983.
Gomez previously received backlash for a video in which she made disparaging remarks about being gay while jogging through a pro-LGBTQ+ area of St. Louis, Missouri, in a bulletproof vest.
"In America, you can be anything you want. So don't be weak and gay," Gomez said. That video also ends with Gomez posing with an assault rifle.
Reacting to the video, Jason Kander, a former Democratic Missouri secretary of state and candidate for U.S. Senate, said: "So refreshing to see a female GOP candidate who never served in the military doing the whole veteran cosplay, stolen valor, bigotry as a substitute for strength routine as well as any man."
#us politics#news#republicans#conservatives#gop#newsweek#Missouri#Juneteenth#racists#racism#Valentina Gomez#twitter#tweet#x#2024#2024 elections#Jason Kander
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Ante las constantes persecuciones y violaciones a sus derechos, los pescadores artesanales de Providencia han decidido manifestarse y exigir al Gobierno una mesa de diálogo Valentina Bolaño Senior*|@Vale_BoSe |SEMANARIOVOZ Edgar Jay nació en Providencia, es raizal de nacimiento y de crianza. Estudió unos semestres de derecho y otros de filosofía en Cali, desde que retornó a su territorio se ha dedicado a la pesca y a la lucha por el respeto a los derechos tradicionales de los pescadores. Continue reading Sube la corriente, con chinchorro y atarraya
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Finally it‘s starting!💕 week one of the @encanto-extended-edition time to properly introduce my special girl Daniela💕🥰✨ she holds my heart and i‘m so excited for this event for you all to meet her and her story🥰✨
🩷Daniela Rosalita Muñoz
🩷Cuban-Colombian
🩷she/her
🩷May 5th
🩷5‘3“
🩷born with heterochromia
🩷Daniela was 15 when she arrived with her family in the Encanto. She‘s a very kind hearted and sweet young girl who loves to help others and always puts the wellbeing of her family bevor her own. She‘s a hopless romantic and very naive at heart. She‘s always outside and loves to learn new things. She‘s very goofy but also very clumsy too, she falls over her own feet at least once a day. She quickly found a friend in Mirabel and has a huge crush on Camilo.💛
🩷she’s the only child of her parents Dario and Valentina Muñoz. Her family involves her Abuelita Dorothea (mothers side), her fathers sisters her Tias Teresa and Monica and her primas Anita and Miranda. Daniela has a wonderful relationship with her family, all except Miranda, for some reason she hates Daniela and she tries everything to make her life miserable. But Daniela never gives up hope to get closer to her.
🩷Danielas family had a sad beginning, her Abuelita lost her beloved husband after a loong illness when her Mama was only four years old. To provide for her small child she had no other choice than to remarry. She returned home to marry her ex fiance Fausto Ramón. Her entire childhood she wasn‘t allowed to do anything she loved or enjoyed, Daniela found the only joy and comfort in books and stories. Even tough her parents tried their best to make it feel like home, they were also suffering from Faustos reign of terror, ruling the family with an iron fist. It all changed when her father Dario decided they had to leave, leave to find a magical village somewhere safely hidden in the mountains of Colombia. That was the moment their life changed for the better, where they found a home in the Encanto.
Thank you all so much for all the support!🩷✨
#myart#fanart#mystyle#fantasie#encantomovie#encanto camilo#camiloxoc#encantoocs#encanto oc event#encanto appreciation event#encanto#encantodisney#encanto Daniela#encanto colombia#colombia#colombiamiencanto#Daniela Muñoz#oc#my au art#myartstyle#dream#camilo x reader
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Alice/Noah anything!
🤖🌹beep instructions scarce and unclear beep defaulting to base parameters: lifelong friends. healthy relationship. instantly resolved miscommunication. emotionally mature. ¡qué viva colombia! pining. just a bit sad. life is shit but hugs aren’t shit. family issues. emotional support. ambiguous cryptid pc cameo. comfort comfort comfort comfort comforrrr *erupts in sparks* mmffffffrrrr *blasts some hardcore extreme bass-heavy sarah mclachlan*
An Ordinary Miracle
Alice (x) Noah | G; no tw.
Here she is, fresh out of bed, still sleepy, barefoot, not even dressed — marveling in awe at what might have always been here; unsure of why today, of all days.
read below or on the other hellsite.
The first thing that crosses her mind as she looks out the wide-open window of her room: has the sky always been this blue?
The curtains fluttered, disturbed by a gust of breeze invading her room, just as the alarm shrieked. Punching the button, Alice groaned, turned away from it and towards the light, and grimaced, and opened her eyes, and saw.
Has the sky always been this blue?
Alice wasn’t sure, and this uncertainty puzzled her. Instead of shuffling to the kitchen or the bathroom, the way she always does, she approached the window and discovered that it wasn’t only the sky. All of these colors were mesmerizing; a strikingly vivid turquoise blue of the water lapping at the platinum shore, bathed in a quince-marmalade sunrise.
So taken aback by the spectacular view, that for the last several minutes Alice has been stock-still, staring at it with her mouth agape.
Alice knows this island like the back of her hand; she was born and raised here, after all. Living right by the ocean for so long, she got used to seeing, hearing, and breathing it every single day. It became an insignificant background — noise, sight, smell, and the whole notion of its perpetual neighbourship. Tourists always gush about how extraordinarily beautiful the island is; usually, Alice gives a polite nod in response, offering words of agreement and one of those automated platitudes which lost their meaning long ago. In truth, she just couldn’t see it; she barely looked.
Today, it’s different. All of it. The sound of the waves crashing on the shore, the tang of the salty breeze caressing her skin, the warmth of the sun’s rays on her face — each one of these sensations feels new and fascinating. As if she has never met the sea before; as if it was a stranger to her, or she was a stranger to the sea. Despite how they’ve known each other since her birth.
Fresh out of bed, still sleepy, barefoot, not even dressed, she is marveling at what might have always been here; unsure of why today, of all days.
Nothing’s changed, after all. Her life is just as drab, isn’t it?
Alice checks herself and stops staring; there’s only so much spare time to spend on her morning routine, and she would do better not to waste any. Her sister Suki likes to say, ‘Hospitality is all about putting the guest first’ and ‘Laziness is reserved for tourists’ and ‘Chop-chop!’
She’d hate to give Suki a reason to say any of these things. Today or on any other day. But in the staff kitchen on the ground floor of Coral Inn, instead of doing anything useful, she idly stands, waiting for her coffee to brew, a thermal cup clutched in her hand, and stares out the window. At the hotel-adjacent beach — a long stretch of white sand— and at the pier jutting far into the water.
It’s not the final beep that brings Alice out of her reverie; she flinches as the fabric of her cropped summer pants is yanked. Knowing what’s coming, she moves to the side and opens the fridge door like an automaton.
“Juice!” her niece Valentina demands with a delay, raising her mug. A mug decorated with a ‘cartoony’ mermaid possessing exaggerated facial features and a couple of other exaggerated things; Suki bought it. Suki thinks that this insensitive and appropriating mug is funny. Suki bought a whole batch in bulk and now resells them to tourists as souvenirs.
Pouring some juice into the mug, Alice once again — for the hundredth time, perhaps — wishes she could choose a new one for her niece, although she’d never admit this wish to Suki, and it’s a fleeting, routine thought. But today, all of a sudden, Alice muses on whether she’d actually be able to pull it off. What if she just buys a really pretty mug for Val’s birthday? It’s in a week. If Val likes the gift and chooses to keep it for her own daily use, there’d be no reason for Suki to object, or discuss, or split hairs, or to say anything at all. Val is headstrong, and, despite what Suki loves to repeat on the regular, it’s her daughter who is the top priority, and not the tourists.
Tourists are the close second.
Val gulps down her juice in one go and raises the mug again, this time with both hands. “More!”
It’s odd how early she is today — and already dressed. Val loves to surf, but the weather is too calm for a surfing lesson. Not to mention, this frilly and cute sundress could hardly serve as surfing gear.
“Why are you up so early?” Alice asks, pouring her more with no objections. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes! Ollie invited me to go flower-spotting. Have you ever gone flower-spotting?”
When she and Noah were little, they used to go looking for all kinds of stuff, just the two of them. Bugs, critters, flowers, ghosts, gods, and stories. When they were kids, every day spent with Noah was about something brand new and exciting.
“Of course. It’s a lot of fun. Just watch out for fairies, they can be vicious this time of year.”
Alice doesn’t remember how and why precisely they stopped going. Was it because a flower fairy bit him on the nose? Or did they stop after Noah kissed her? As she was braiding three grass stalks together to make into a bracelet for him, he pressed his cushiony lips to hers in a quick and loud smooch, and ran off. It was the first kiss for both of them. She remembers it better than a lot of things from her childhood. She remembers the kiss tasting of bubble gum. She remembers the ‘bracelet’ slipping out of her petrified fingers. These memories and feelings are anything but bitter ... yet they are so distant and faded that she can’t help but wonder whether they’re even real, whether she imagined them, dreamt them. She and Noah remained friends, after all, up until he left for school. She thought he would never return, but he did...
“Hair!” Val’s already deposited the mug into the dishwasher and procured the hairbrush, out of one of the kitchen drawers. Suki keeps on putting the brush away, but it always ends up back here.
It’s a tradition: for Val to sit on the same chair in the staff kitchen and for Alice to style her long tawny hair into a half-up crown braid. It’s been a tradition since Val still had to climb the chair instead of simply sitting down on it.
“Would you like something different today?” Alice always asks her, and the answer is always no.
“Yes!” says Val. Today, she wants her hair ‘all down and pretty’.
Coffee is done. Most mornings, when she needs to unwind, Alice pours herself a full cup and goes to the square. With a book or with her thoughts; doesn’t matter. This ritual allows her to level her mind, calm down, and cope with the upcoming day. Always to the square. But today she can’t help but feel that this morning routine could use some variation.
The pier looks so inviting, bathed in the summer sun, framed by a glittering expanse of turquoise blue. Alice decides to take her coffee to the pier today.
Outside, the soothing, persistent sound of the ocean waves rolls into her ears. It’s been a while since she last noticed, really noticed it. How long has it been since she’s last gone for a swim?
Walking the length of the pier, she sits at its furthest edge, her bare legs dangling above the water.
The pier is old, and it might remember things which Alice forgot. Old, but not neglected; Valentina’s favorite uncle Rafi is making sure to maintain it in neat condition. The wooden planks might be worn from decades of use, but they’re still safe and sound, and they will last.
The breeze tugs at Alice’s hair and makes it sway about her face, tickling. Taking care to not let any of her coffee spill, she brushes the strands off to the side with her free hand. Perhaps today she should have done something different to her hair, too, instead of leaving it down as usual.
Inhaling the tang of the salty brine, she watches the gently swaying water. The sea is as endless as the sky, but more alive. It seems like a gentle, almost imperceptible pulsation is going through it. The waves are shifting in sync, as if the sea itself is breathing ... Breaking its surface, a couple of merfolk emerge in the distance. Alice tenses, praying that she will neither be waved at nor, as that would be much worse, approached and forced to partake in meaningless small talk; praying that she’d be left alone. Luckily, the merfolk dive back into the depths in seconds, having not noticed her. Alice exhales in relief.
A strange sensation is stirring in her chest, and Alice isn’t sure what to call it.
It reminds her of anxiety, of nervousness, but lacks the distinct prickly edge of either. An overwhelming, breath-stalling kind of anticipation that borders jubilance; she might have experienced this feeling as a child ... If she absolutely had to, she’d have called it ‘waiting for a miracle’.
Although she tried, Alice can’t shake this unexplainable premonition: today will be a day unlike any other.
Unlikely.
Sure, there are some days which stand out from the rest and are especially vivid in her memory. Days when everything that could possibly go wrong — does go wrong. The toaster in the breakfast hall breaking down along with the coffee machine, a guest bringing in an infectious disease, a guest getting drunk and rowdy, a guest starting a fight, a guest trying to take a picture of a stone statue and getting a stone punch in the groin because the ‘statue’ was a stone giant who didn’t appreciate being gawked at when they’re meditating; Alice being the one who has to remind the guest to read the Terms of stay when he yells to be given monetary compensation, Alice being the one who has to endure verbal abuse from him, Alice trying not to cry, Alice failing; Suki requesting this, Suki demanding that, Suki making decisions for both of them, Suki shaming her, Suki pushing her into doing things that make Alice want to ball up and bawl, things like making calls and yelling at suppliers and demanding things from them and shaming them.
Alice gets such days quite often.
Best she can hope for is a quiet day without too much stress. There is no tangible reason to expect any miracles.
No reason to expect anything out of the ordinary, even.
But Alice is convinced. Something is going to happen. Something big and profound. Something— She sighs; although the waves are masking the sound, although there is no noticeable shaking, she can still feel the weight of the footsteps through the interconnected wooden planks, and knows that someone stepped onto the jetty and is about to approach her.
Alice doesn’t want to turn or look over her shoulder in order to see who that is. It could hardly be Suki. Suki would have shouted from the boardwalk. Taco, a mountain spirit inhabiting the body of a dog, does come over sometimes, but he always politely inquires whether he’s allowed to enter private property, or if his presence would be disruptive today — before stepping on the hotel’s jetty. So it’s likely a guest who’s either feeling flirty or wants to complain or demand, or Suki’s ex-husband Antonio, who, despite them being divorced, still lives at the Inn and likes to grumble or cry into Alice’s shoulder, although Alice’s shoulder never gave Antonio consent to do that. Whoever that is, the magic will be disrupted. She is clinging to the last threads of the pleasant and mysterious feeling, while strongly suspecting that it’s about to be washed off and disappear forever.
She can feel the threatening presence behind her back, the footsteps light, quiet, and confident. When a shadow falls over her, Alice shrinks into herself, as if she could turn invisible this way, and inadvertently looks up.
“Hey, Allie.”
Her rigid shoulders sag and the tightness within her uncoils. Right before her body tenses in an entirely different way.
As a child, Noah would have grinned ear to ear at her, or roughhoused her, or grabbed her wrist and pulled her away to the beach or to look at something fun, or to nick sweets off the tavern’s kitchen, or play a new game he’d invented. He would have done many things, and would have had no reservations and no second thoughts.
As a child, she would have thrown herself at him and hugged him, or asked if he’d like to go snorkeling, or insisted that he read a book to her today, or made him listen to a song that she liked. She would have done many things, and would have had no reservations and no second thoughts.
But now she just stares, with no clue as to what to do or what else to say except for ‘hi’.
Now he just smiles softly and asks if he’s allowed to stay a while and keep her company.
Now Alice finds herself nodding and then nodding some more. Now, raising her unsealed thermal cup as Noah lowers himself to sit next to her, she asks, “Coffee?”
Now Noah shows her the sealed thermal cup he’s brought with him.
He’s been back for a while, but it’s the first time they’re one-on-one since his return from uni.
The first time she’s seeing him from so up close.
As teenagers, they were awkward, neglected and miserable, and believing that the entire world was against them, and always pretending to be mad at everything but each other, and always lying to their parents and siblings, and sneaking out, and drinking beer and smoking cigarettes, and listening to shitty music way too loud, and trying to act grown-up and tough, and failing at it together, and always saying ‘I hate this island, I hate this world, but I don’t hate you’, and they were allies and accomplices.
As a child, she was pudgy and plump, and always dirty from head to toe, and her hair was always tangled, and she had chubby cheeks and a huge gap between her front teeth, and was always sporting bruises and scratches, and always getting new ones as soon as the old ones would start to fade, and always wearing mismatched hand-me-downs, and always telling Noah that he was the coolest and that they would be best friends forever.
As a child, he was gawky and clumsy, and his feet were too big, and his arms were too long, and his hair was a mess, and he had pockmarks from varicella, and he was always chewing on a piece of gum and scowling a huge white-tombstone grin, and always blowing pink bubbles in her face, and always threatening to stick the gum in her hair, and never doing that, and always wearing mismatched hand-me-downs, and always teasing her by calling her his future wife and saying that one day they would marry, and always being gawky and clumsy and not caring about it, and her hand never strayed from his, and she always felt so brave when by his side, and they were equals.
And now ... now he’s one of the most handsome men Alice has ever seen. Now, Noah is tall, lean, and graceful. His face is all but perfect. His arms are strong and toned. His skin is smooth and clear. His black hair is a row of neat lopsided spikes on top of an even neater undercut, and the golden glow of the sun is giving it a mirror sheen. His clothes — the snow-white trainers, the expertly fitted black jeans, the ironed polo shirt — are immaculate. His voice is warm and mellow. He looks and sounds so confident, so composed. And his smile is dimpled and easy, and he is not her best friend anymore, and Noah is his own man.
Now Alice is all too aware how his thigh brushes against hers, and she can barely breathe, and she can barely focus, and she can barely manage not to let her coffee spill or to choke on her words, and she can barely notice anything at all except for how beautiful he looks, although she’s known him all her life and never ever noticed.
“How’s it going?” he asks.
Alice’s reply is an eloquent, “Huh?”
“How are you holding up?”
Alice thought that he would never come back; his eldest brother, Eddy, left the island, his older sister Aaliyah, having spent a few years away and tasted of the outside world, has been thinking of leaving for good, too, and likely would do so soon. Alice thought that he would never come back, so she let him go. Or so she thought. She did her best to feel happy for him; a new and exciting life awaited him out there. Or so she told herself.
Then he came back, changed.
Instead of ‘good’ or ‘same old’ she blurts out a “Why?”
Terrified of conflicts, she avoids them at all costs. Habitually bracing for impact, Alice winces; the word came out sounding harsher than she intended. She’s about to follow it up with a desperate ‘Nevermind, I mean, it’s fine, everything is great, just livin’ life, you know, uh, thanks for asking, how are you?’ making use of the fact that he’s taking a sip — when Noah briskly lowers the cup, turns his head, and the phrase gets stuck in her throat.
She’s staring at his stylish, minimalist, browline-rimmed glasses, this tiny chin cup beard, and the thin and tidy patch under his plump lower lip. Since when—
He takes a deep breath, as if he’s about to dive. “I’m sorry, Allie. ‘Tis the season, so I know that you’re busy, and I know that this is why we haven’t gotten a chance to properly talk and hang out and all.” Noah’s voice is low, and soft as velvet, and Alice finds herself wishing she could listen to it for hours. Isn’t it the same voice he’s had since his teenage years? He couldn’t have changed his voice, as well, could he? “I know, I get it, and I hope it’s okay that I dropped by. But I just— I’ve recently gotten this feeling that you’re avoiding me. Tell me I’m paranoid?” His forehead creases; Noah tilts his head to the side, with a small, sheepish smile.
Her lips unpin. “You’re—”
It was Noah who seemed like the busy one. After his return, Alice has been watching from the sidelines — or shadows — of the tavern’s hall, not approaching. Only a couple of times, though. Mostly, she’s been hearing things about him, and, judging by these things, he was indeed a new man. The way others described him, calling him suave, witty, charming, full of energy, but also responsible, level-headed, thorough, slow, mature ... felt alienating.
Noah inherited a family business alongside his brother, and, by all indications, took to it as a duck to water. He keeps it running smoothly, is doing books and handling suppliers now, and gets along well with Frank.
Alice inherited a family business alongside her sister, and it’s a never-ending, slow-motion nightmare. Always stressed and strained, Alice can hardly deal with the simplest, most mundane tasks, and Suki gets mad at her every single day.
She and Noah used to be equals, allies, and accomplices. After his return, she couldn’t help but feel inferior to him, couldn’t help but wonder if maybe she was only slowing him down.
She’s supposed to act polite and to say to this confident, strange, handsome man, ‘Of course you’re being paranoid. Please don’t worry. How’s work? How’s your mom doing?’ And she’s about to spell out this white lie, but—
“I just miss you a lot, Allie,” he adds so quickly and quietly that she needs to strain in order to hear him.
Noah was never a skilled liar, but what if he’s grown out of this, too?
“You ... miss me?”
Her body feels like a shell of lead, and the sound of the ocean and the beating of her heart suddenly become deafening as she meets his gaze.
Everything else about him seems so different. Noah looks like a carefree supermodel now, but his eyes are as earnest as they have always been. Deep and kind and soulful, and just a little mischievous as he quirks an eyebrow; it’s the same eyes she remembers. Is this an illusion?
Or is it truly the same boy who taught her to swim?
“Like crazy.”
She and Noah started growing apart long before his departure. His dad passed away, then Eddy left, then Frank got married and moved out, then Aaliyah’s conflicts with Betty started. Noah was trying as hard as he could to be there for what remained of his family. And Alice barely had a spare minute, what with all of that inheriting-the-hotel business and taking classes online ... Whenever she and Noah had time to meet and talk at all, they only talked of how stressed and wrung out they both were, and half-assedly joked about how much they both wanted to be abducted by aliens so that there’d be no need to deal with any of this, but aliens favored big cities and continuously ignored their corner of the world, and those meetings were growing more and more scarce. Then he left... She could not blame him. She did not blame him, not for a single second.
Lately, there have been days which Alice spent in complete silence, having said zero words to zero people. She’s come to consider days like that positive. They’re less tiring. No words means no conflict, or at least it means a one-sided conflict which is destined to fizzle out soon. No words means no shallow small talk, no empty questions about how she’s doing, coming from people who don’t actually care how she’s doing.
Alice hasn’t felt relaxed in ages. She’s so tired. She is tired of feeling like a failure. Tired of feeling out of place, like an outsider in her own home, tired of feeling that nothing she does is good enough, tired of being told off for every single transgression, tired of living in her sister’s shadow. She is so tired of—
“Allie?”
—of having no one to talk to about how tired she is.
“I was, Noah. I was avoiding you. I’m ... so sorry. But I—” Words rise to her throat, words spill and spill and spill out of her in batches. Much like pearls and spherical rubies out of the mouths of half the townsfolk did, during that nasty epidemic last year, one which gave Yuri and Charles so much trouble and a lasting addiction to coffee.
The stream seems never-ending, but it doesn’t feel like an ailment. It feels like it used to, long ago, when his presence was making her brave. Alice tells him what she’s heard about him, she speaks of all the praise and compliments the townspeople have been directing at him, and how she got an impression that the things which she never had the strength or confidence to do, he now does effortlessly.
“I just felt like I had nothing to offer anymore, like maybe you were avoiding me, because you’re so brilliant, and all I can do is—”
Noah laughs. He laughs, and his deep, braying laughter, so familiar, so forgotten, resonates inside her with a nameless ache. She missed this sound so much. She missed his unabashed, white-tombstone smile, his dimples, and the way the skin around his eyes crinkles. He laughs, and it’s a dam to the stream.
Silent, mesmerized, she watches him. Alice is terrified of conflicts; Noah used to de-escalate conflicts and any tense situations in seconds, with a smile on his face. No, not ‘used to’—
“Oh Gh-awd, Allieeeee.” Pinching them by a corner, Noah raises his glasses and wipes a tear of mirth off his left eyelid. “And here I thought— First of all, you know they’re praising you just as much, right? Ohhh dearest Alice, always so polite, so composed and patient, so dutiful and respectful! Just the other day I overheard Wataru using you as an example to shame his son. His son is a goddamn STEM academic! Who, by the way, says he doesn’t ‘believe’ in aliens, as if that’s a question of belief, but that’s beside the point... Secondly, we both got stuck in the hospitality business, come on, you must be aware by now that it’s a crapshoot that’s all about window dressing! Horeca is hell. But you gotta fake it till you make it, and, you know, we gotta show visitors a good time and be there for them, there’s no choice, because our families depend on this, on us. But did you really think— I’m sorry. Allie, I’m so sorry. But come on. Come o-on! Even if I was this brilliant and suave hero, which I’m so not, I assure you, you know it wouldn’t have changed a thing, right? Like I would leave you in the dust to be all high and mighty?! We were buddies, you and I, we were— We are. I would never, not in a million years, think less of you, for whatever reason, I would never want us to stop being buddies. You’re amazing, you’re legit the best person in the world, precisely ‘cause you hate window-dressing, you’re so real, no one gets me like you do. Come on, I know you, don’t you know me? I’m still me, and you’re still you, and no matter what, it’s gonna be you and me, because that’s just the way it is.”
Someone else in his place would have acted offended or annoyed at her presumptuousness. Someone else would have scolded her. Someone else would have clicked their tongue, formed a grimace, and shaken their head ... Alice is speechless. Not fumbling for words, not avoiding words, not scared of words. It’s not some stranger. It’s him, it’s Noah.
Noah, who taught her to swim and to count.
Noah, whom she taught to read and write and to ride a bicycle.
The same Noah whom she stole Frank’s moped with — and then they crashed it while learning to drive. Together.
It’s the same man she’s known all her life, possessing the same unshakeable confidence and faith in their friendship.
While she almost threw it away. If not for this moment of bravery— Alice feels like a fool. She feels like a child who got scared of her own shadow.
“I don’t know why I’m like this,” she mutters.
“I do.” Tilting sideways, he nudges her shoulder with his own, and the gesture is as familiar to Alice as her own breathing. “‘Cause you’re tired A-F, that’s why.”
The feeling of relief is so intense that for a moment Alice is worried her bones will melt.
The silence which follows is not strained in the slightest. It’s as comfortable as a warm blanket on a cold and stormy night. It’s the silence of two people who know each other so well, they barely need to worry about talking. With but a hint of concussed silence.
For a time, they sit sipping their coffee, looking at the water, listening to the gentle, steady cadence of the waves. Alice remembers; this is not the first time the two of them are on this pier. They used to spend hours here, as kids. Although never in silence.
“So. Tourists being a pain?” he finally pipes up. Alice turns just in time to see him adjusting his glasses again. Do they not fit well or is it a nervous habit?
“No. I mean, yes, I mean it’s—” This time, she does stutter. They say he is the perfect son. They say Betty is the luckiest mother on the island. Alice has no trouble believing this, and a small part of her is still reluctant and cautious in regards to his boundaries. He hasn’t badmouthed his family directly since the two of them were angsty hormonal teenagers. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, in what unmistakably is a nervous habit, she starts, “I’m grateful to Suki. She keeps the business running, she’s always so determined, full of energy. She’s a problem solver. She’s my sister and I lo—”
“Don’t,” interrupts Noah briskly, startling her. “Don’t do that.”
“D-do what?” She turns her head to find him looking at her not with a judgmental crease in his brow, but with a small sardonic smile.
“Come on, Allie, it’s me. You don’t need to preface a rant with excuses. Just say it, say what’s on your mind. Go nuts.”
She has been apologizing and groveling, sometimes in advance, trying to appease so many people, to explain herself, for as long as she can remember. With Noah, she never felt the need to do that. Why start now?
“She’s pushy, Noah, she’s pushy, and it’s so hard on me,” Alice breathes out on a long exhale, peering right into his eyes.
And just like that, words start to flow from her again. Alice talks about the many little things that bother her, that wear her out. The phone calls she hates making, ones Suki insists she makes. Suki ordering her about, Suki making decisions for them both without Alice ever being consulted, Suki calling her out in public, or demonstratively humiliating her by asking strangers for advice on what Alice needs to do — rather than discuss the issue in private or just let her off the hook. Suki berating her whenever she believes her inefficient; telling her off for not working as fast as she works, for not doing as much as her. Suki saying things like, ‘It’s time you learned how to put your foot down and take charge of things, or at least how to hold a pen right!’ or ‘What’s wrong with you today? Can’t you do a simple math sum?! What are you, five?’ or ‘Chop-chop! It’s fine to be a klutz from time to time, but if you keep on slacking, you’ll let the whole family down!’
Alice talks about feeling like a failure — while at the same time starting to believe that she isn’t. She talks about how much she wants to stop feeling like a failure, because she knows she isn’t. Noah listens almost without interjecting. He nods along, in acknowledgment, and once in a while manifests a scowl or an ‘Oof’. He’s right there with her, he knows what’s expected of her, of them, and he relates. There is no doubt in her mind anymore.
It’s so liberating to talk about it all openly, and witness no judgment. It’s exhilarating.
In a few words, a few gestures, and through his sheer presence, he grounds her, puts her back together, and imparts some of that bravery in the way only he knows how.
“It’s hard to love them, sometimes. I know.” His voice is low, and it trembles. The smile on his face is fragile; Noah is looking down at his knees, at the water below the pier, at his cup.
She finally notices, behind the beautiful veneer, and the stylish glasses, how puffed up his eyelids are from lack of sleep. This small detail strikes her. Alice’s chest constricts, her stomach clenches. Noah is just as tired. He’s exhausted.
He’s not some superhuman, and the past two and a half years were just as hard on him. And he had no one to confide in, either.
“Noah,” she whispers, poking him in the shoulder, while at the same time registering the puzzling and alluring wish to cup his cheek instead — something she’s never done; a gesture that is so not them . “Your turn. Go nuts.”
Tossing his head up, he snorts. “You’re not gonna believe this, but it’s a-all the same shit—”
Alice listens to him talk about customers and suppliers, as rowdy and capricious as the ones she deals with; about how he handles them, and how tiring it is at times to keep a straight face, to be friendly and welcoming when all he wants is to strangle a dude. About equipment breaking down, about the days when everything at once goes wrong.
She listens, hoping that for him, as well, a shared burden would no longer be as heavy.
“Remember how we were teens, talking shit, saying all of the time about how we want to leave? That we hated the world and hated the island?”
But did not hate one another.
“Ow, man. Leaving is just not an option, even if I wanted to. But I had to go and learn and bust my ass for two years at uni, just to get a solid grip on how things oughta be handled, ‘cause I had no other choice, it was me or no one else, otherwise that mess of a tavern would have collapsed, now I’m bustin’ my ass here, but they—”
He talks about his family, for a long while. Noah tells her of how Betty still perceives and treats him as her baby boy, despite him being an adult and, by all known definitions, the most responsible sibling of them all, the one who always looks out for them; he talks of Aaliyah being moody and full of doubt, and getting into fights with their mom; about Frank’s devil-may-care attitude and the stupid experiments he pulls in the kitchen, trying to ‘expand’ the menu and fix what isn’t broken.
“And my sister-in-law is using me as a lab rat, and I let her, ‘cause she’s family now. But I swear, in comparison to everything else, that’s an upside, and—”
“Wait, what?” Alice stops him short, rewinding. “Lab rat? For what?”
“Everything.” Shrugging, Noah rubs the patch under his lower lip, with the pad of his thumb. “Hair and whatnot.”
Reclining, Alice freezes and stares at him, at the side of his head, at the neat, precise line-up. Suddenly, she’s wishing to run her hand over his undercut, just to find out if that neatly trimmed stubble would tickle. To learn what it feels like under her fingers. His hair used to be such a long shaggy mess...
“Everything?”
She sees his hand move in slow-motion. Noah aims to raise it to her face, but then stops midway, as if unsure. Alice holds her breath. Her heart is beating fast. He lowers his hand and fiddles with the lid of his empty cup instead.
A gentle breeze brushes past them, tugging at the hem of Alice’s blouse, flapping the collar of Noah’s shirt. She draws in a sharp breath as, distracted, she’s lost track of, well, everything.
The tempo of the ocean waves is speeding up. The tide is rising.
“Uuh, yup, everything. Nails and skin and all. Lucky for me, she’s a decent stylist.” His eyebrows jump, and she sees that they’ve been trimmed or plucked too. “So how’s my new look? Do I look like a proper douchebag?”
“Not even a little.”
“No douchebag vibes, even? So much for all the crap that sister’s put me through.”
Shaking her head, Alice lets out a solitary chuckle which instantly turns into a fit of laughter. Eyes roving over her features, Noah joins her, and it feels so good to laugh with him again. So right.
“Aww, poor you. I should drop by Erika’s and save you by heroically volunteering myself,” she teases, still laughing.
“My sister-in-law might be a decent stylist, but even she can’t improve perfection,” Noah counters, and for an additional second that grin is still stretching his face, before faltering and then flattening.
So does hers as the words sink in. Noah’s lips remain unsealed. He does not turn away. Instead, he holds her gaze. Eyes wide open, Noah is looking straight at her.
This is brand new. Completely new and unexplored.
Alice can feel heat rising to her cheeks, and she’s certain that it shows. She’s certain that he can hear her pulse pounding wildly in her veins; she feels like her heart is about to break out of her ribcage and jump right at him, and maybe a part of her wishes for Noah to keep looking at her like this forever, and, for another fleeting moment, she wants nothing more than to grab the collar of his shirt and to pull him close and taste his stupidly perfect mouth ... Exhaling, Alice ducks her head, hiding behind her hair, hoping that the sun will mask her blush.
Meanwhile, she can hear him clear his throat. Noah’s hand lands on her shoulder and squeezes it, and rocks her gently. “Anyway. It gets better. It’ll get better, Allie. We’ll pull through. We’ll make it, you and I.”
De-escalated.
But what if she doesn’t want him to fully de-escalate it?
Following an overwhelming, courage-fed impulse, Alice leans into him and wraps her free arm around his upper back, and nuzzles into his shoulder.
His breath catches. It takes him a few moments to relax, but he does: she can feel his lean muscles uncoil, can feel him ease into her half-embrace. Noah’s hand slips around her lower back.
“Noah.”
“Mhm?”
“I don’t actually hate the island. I never have.”
“Me neither. I love the island. I do hate you a little now, though,” he mumbles into the top of her head.
“Yeah. I hate you too.”
“Allie.”
She feels him shift; he is looking at her now.
“Mhm?”
“I have an idea. We both need a goddamn break. Let’s ditch our joints today. Let’s go somewhere.” Noah sounds resolute and gentle at the same time.
“Where?” Alice asks, but doesn’t dare raise her eyes to look into his.
“Does it matter?”
“I suppose not. But I’d have to tell Suki, and I—”
He squeezes his arm around her back. “It’s just an afternoon, Allie. We’re all grown up now, we don’t need to ask for permission.”
“But Suki is expecting me to—”
“Suki. Will. Be. Fine.”
Alice takes a deep breath, still nuzzling into his neck. He smells so good. Like fresh laundry, and a hint of cedar, but mostly, he smells like Noah. Like courage, like mischief and promises of an adventure, like venturing into the exciting unknown; like that low thrum of joy in her heart, so familiar, so forgotten. Like home.
“Flower-spotting?” he pitches, and she’s finally feeling brave enough to draw away and look at him.
His smile is now so sheepish that it would make any other man seem bashful. It just makes Noah appear boyish and sweet.
“I’d love to.”
Looking away, Noah runs a hand through his hair, messing up his perfectly tidy spikes, and Alice can see that his palm is trembling, ever-so-slightly. “Remember how we went flower-spotting that one time and I did something stupid that I shouldn’t have done—”
“You kissed me,” she whispers. Was that stupid? Alice’s heart falls; she did not expect it to react with so much intensity.
But then he starts speaking again. “Allie, the stupid thing was, I ran away. So if I—” Taking a deep breath, he finishes, “I’m not stupid anymore. I’m not gonna do stupid things again, because—”
Interrupting him, someone materializes right on the pier in a rustling vortex of pink petals, and then, to Alice’s utter relief, leaves in a haste — right away, without saying a word to either of them or even acknowledging their presence. And yet. So rude.
Noah slaps his knees, gets up, and offers her his hand. “Let’s go.”
As he pulls her away by the wrist, the way he used to do when they were kids, Alice suddenly understands the cause behind that mysterious anticipation. Why she was waiting for a miracle.
She remembers now. When the alarm woke her up, she was dreaming of him.
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LGBTQ+ North and South American female footballers
The Women's World Cup is going on as of writing and so made a list of all the LGBTQ+ footballers posted here 2018 to present (2023).
Below are the professional female footballers from North and South America (retired and current), who have been posted on this blog since 2018. Some posts may be out of date/innacurate and so if you see any errors please get in touch. Have gone through more than 14 pages of this blog to provide this list. Hope you like it.
Total: 43
North America (USA, Canada, Mexico)
Abby Wambach - Lesbian
Adrianna Franch - Lesbian
Ali Krieger - Bisexual
Ashley Nick - Lesbian
Ashlyn Harris - Lesbian
Bianca Henninger - Lesbian
Bianca Sierra - Lesbian
Christina Burkenroad - Lesbian
Christine Nairn - Lesbian
Ella Masar - Lesbian
Erin McLeod - Lesbian
Kelley O’Hara - Lesbian
Krystyna Freda - Lesbian
Liliana Rodríguez - Lesbian
Janelly Farías - Lesbian
Jill Scott - Lesbian
Marie-Ève Nault - Lesbian
Maya Hayes - Lesbian
Megan Rapinoe - Lesbian
Melissa Tancredi - Lesbian
Meleana Shim - Lesbian
Meredith Speck - Lesbian
Natasha Kai - Lesbian
Nayeli Rangel - Lesbian
Rebeca Bernal - Lesbian
Sarah Gorden - Bisexual
Sarah Huffman - Lesbian
Saskia Webber - Lesbian
Stephanie Labbé - Lesbian
Stephany Mayor - Lesbian
Tahnai Annis - Lesbian
Toni Pressley - Lesbian
South America (Brazil, Argentina, Venezuela, Colombia)
Andressa Alves da Silva - Lesbian
Debinha Miri - Lesbian
Camila Nobre - Lesbian
Cristiane Rozeira - Lesbian
Francielle Alberto - Lesbian
Jaylis Oliveros - Lesbian
Lorena Benítez - Lesbian
Macarena Sánchez - Lesbian
Marta Vieira da Silva - Lesbian
Valentina Kogan - Lesbian
Yoreli Rincón - Bisexual
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Valentina Garzón, from Bogotá, Colombia, a Colombian Model and Instagram star.
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