#w/ tish

[townesmuses]

hey! você está conhecendo ethan castillo hill, um estudante de astronomia de 24 anos que reside em chicago. escorpiano, nasceu em 24 de outubro de 2000, sendo sempre confundido com nicholas alexander chavez.

biography:

era difícil os castillo viajarem, porque precisavam de anos para juntar dinheiro para isso, mas no ano de 1999, após dez anos de economia, resolveram conhecer os estados unidos. zelia, a filha de mirana e basilio castillo, com dezenove anos na época, estava encantada com o país. sonhava em um dia morar nos estados unidos, mesmo que amasse cuba.

em uma noite agitada em chicago, zelia conheceu patrick hill, um garoto dois anos mais velho que ela. patrick, natural de chicago e estudante de engenharia mecânica, a mostrou o melhor da cidade, e eles acabaram se encontrando por mais dois dias, até a partida de zelia para cuba. a despedida foi como qualquer outra: triste, mas feliz por saberem que tinham tido momentos bons.

a surpresa veio para zelia um mês depois, quando descobriu estar grávida. sem ter o contato de patrick, escondeu dos pais até quando pode. quando eles souberam, ficaram furiosos, e zelia fugiu para os estados unidos para tentar encontrar o pai da criança.

oito meses depois, patrick já estava trabalhando na companhia de seu pai como estagiário e noivo de elena williams. quando zelia contou para ele, foi como se o mundo estivesse fora dos eixos. mesmo assim, patrick pagou a estadia de zelia em chicago, que estava prestes a ter o bebê.

quando ethan nasceu, patrick disse para zelia que iria entrar na justiça para ficar com a criança, que seria melhor assim. apesar de doer em zelia, ela concordou, e assim que o bebê fez seis meses, voltou para cuba.

ethan foi criado por patrick e elena, que nunca foi sua fã número um. ela fazia de tudo para desprezar ethan, enquanto o pai, que agora herdava a empresa do avô, trabalhava muito. o menino teve contato com a mãe pelo telefone pouquíssimas vezes, e ela sempre prometia estar guardando dinheiro para ir a chicago conhecê-lo.

(tw: drogas)

a verdade é que zelia estava envolvida com drogas, e foi morta por um traficante quando ethan tinha apenas quinze anos. foi só nessa época que o pai o levou para cuba para o velório da mãe, e foi quando ele conheceu os avós, que também o desprezaram.

(fim do tw)

apesar do pai não ter muito tempo para ethan, ele foi criado como a estrela da casa, já que elena não podia ter filhos - e se ressentia muito disso. o pai se deleitava com a inteligência do filho na escola e com seu talento em futebol americano.

saindo do ensino médio, ethan conseguiu uma bolsa para a universidade de chicago, jogando futebol americano. apesar de o pai querer que ele fosse para a engenharia - e todos sabiam que ele tinha muito potencial para isso -, ethan escolheu cursar astronomia, com o grande pretexto de trabalhar na nasa um dia.

personality:

ethan sempre se importou demais com tudo, a mesma medida que era cobrado. os estudos sempre estiveram em primeiro lugar, e ele surpreendia a todos o quanto era responsável para a sua idade. maduro, nunca se deixou levar por coisas banais. tem um senso de humor interessante e ácido, além de uma língua afiada. nunca foi de ter muita responsabilidade afetiva e é confuso quando a questão é sentimento. apesar disso, a vida o surpreendeu muitas vezes, mostrando outros lados de ethan.

'cause, honey, i'll come get my things, but i can't let go...

muse a and muse b have been broken up for a little while, but one day muse a asks to meet up and confesses that they never told their parents that they broke up and they need muse b to pretend they're still together and go to some family event with muse a. cue pretending to still be in love, arguing about why they broke up in the first place, fake kisses that turn hungry, all the yearning and pining, one of them still being in the love with the other !! the possibilities are endless.

development:

a volta de mabel em sua vida, já estando com beatrice.

a situação conflitante de seus sentimentos, já que mabel foi a primeira pessoa por quem se apaixonou de verdade.

a situação tensa com o seu pai, devido suas escolhas.

[theladyfae]

the lazarus experiment / her island, rita dove

[gorgugplushie]

So WHAT she maimed a guy . We all have flaws .

[nataliesewell]

Ten/Martha + Bridgerton AU (inspo)

Dearest reader, The season has only just begun, and the ton is already abuzz over a most peculiar development. It appears Lady Martha Jones has captured the interest of the Duke of Lungbarrow. After several dances in ballrooms and discussions at dinner parties, noted by many a curious onlooker, there can be no doubt about it: the Duke is courting the young miss. The hopes of mamas everywhere may be crushed for a second time. It was a year ago, after all, that the Duke of Lungbarrow had become engaged to the Honorable Rose Tyler. Though we all remember how that match fared. Since then, the Duke has been adamant that he will never marry. Lady Martha Jones's fine features, however, have turned his head—and perhaps changed his intentions as well. This must be wonderful news for her mama, who has been particularly vocal about procuring a suitable match for her second daughter this season. But has the Duke finally come out of the sullens and committed himself to finding a wife? This author cannot say for certain. Rest assured, I will be keeping a close eye on the situation. Yours truly, Lady Whistledown

[madhyanas]

just remembered this time at a party everyone was either drunk/high/both + one of my friends started feeling really ill so we took her back to her room. she was genuinely fine but just to be safe we called the non-emergency medical number and the other 4 people in the room looked at me to handle the call bc. medical student. and all i remember from that call is being so drunk i accidentally overdid my 'on the phone with an important service' accent to the point that i sounded ridiculous. i pronounced the word 'marijuana' that night in ways you cant begin to comprehend

[eclipsecrowned]

....like if its ok for me to send u nsfw prompts when u rb nsfw memes please.

[yourqueenb]

Girl… what ?????

[redgemwink]

my two favorite things in palia. fishing.. and tish. tishing

[shadowedmagic-a]

note to self to adjust william’s background once moved blog,,,,

[townesmuses]

hey! você está conhecendo malena de luna, uma veterinária de 27 anos que reside em alva (oklahoma). pisciana, nasceu em 20 de março de 1997, sendo sempre confundida com fiona palomo.

biography:

malena de luna cresceu em uma família que não tinha dinheiro, mas também não tinha amor, de certa forma. os de luna nunca tiveram o potencial de serem afetuosos, mas se importavam uns com os outros a sua maneira. andrés de luna abandonou tudo em guadalajara, no méxico, para tentar uma vida melhor nos estados unidos. queria viver em nova-iorque, viver o "sonho americano" e tudo o que tinha direito. pela falta de estabilidade, seus pais, javier e maria de luna, foram contra, mas ele resolveu ir mesmo assim.

trabalhando como construtor, andres fazia parte da mão de obra de uma empresa em nova-iorque. ele não tinha muita coisa, apenas um pequeno apartamento alugado no brooklyn e muita vontade de crescer. sua ambição não falava menos quando se dizia respeito ao coração: apaixonou-se por kate evergreen, a filha dos donos da empresa de construção em que trabalhava.

os pais de kate, george e jane evergreen, não aprovavam seu relacionamento com andrés, falavam que ele seria a ruína de sua filha. quando andrés e kate decidiram casar-se, aos vinte anos, os pais da mulher a fizeram tomar uma decisão: ou ela herdaria a fortuna da família, ou casaria-se com andrés, e o coração falou mais alto.

expulsa de casa, e andrés sem emprego, moraram em um apartamento ainda menor no brooklyn. mais tarde, ele conseguiu outro emprego em uma construtora e kate engravidou. apesar de ser algo inesperado, ficaram muito felizes com a notícia.

malena de luna veio ao mundo quando os pais tinham apenas vinte e dois anos. não eram pais carinhosos, mas não deixaram faltar comida na mesa. vez ou outra, malena sentia vontade das coisas mais caras do mercado e dos brinquedos mais legais que via nas vitrines das lojas, mas foi ensinada desde cedo a não reclamar; tinha um teto sob a cabeça e comida na mesa.

sempre muito estudiosa, malena conseguiu bolsas para estudar nas escolas da elite de nova-iorque. nunca teve muitos amigos e era excluída devido sua classe social, mas ela não ligava, estava lá para estudar. seus pais falavam que ela tinha que ser alguém na vida.

quando malena tinha dezesseis anos, um acidente de carro fatal tirou a vida de sua mãe. o pai estava bêbado no volante, e malena ganhou uma grande cicatriz na perna direita. desde então, as coisas ficaram conturbadas: o pai começou a beber mais e mais, ficando violento e explosivo, cobrando que malena trabalhasse para por comida na mesa enquanto ele bebia. e assim ela o fez, ao mesmo tempo que preenchia cartas para universidades em nova-iorque.

sempre teve um amor incondicional por animais, e era por isso que queria seguir no ramo da medicina veterinária. passou com bolsa integral para a columbia university, o que não foi surpresa para a maioria das pessoas. durante o curso, seu pai continuava por desprezá-la e jogar seu sonho no lixo, tentava a todo custo fazê-la desistir. malena tinha apenas uma ideia: formar-se e deixar nova-iorque.

alguns anos após sua formatura, que o pai não foi por estar bêbado demais, malena juntou apenas uma mala de roupas e fugiu para alva, em oklahoma, sem deixar rastros. tendo apenas sua lata velha que conquistou com muito esforço, a de luna foi morar em um pequeno chalé alugado na cidadezinha, com a proposta de trabalhar na clínica veterinária do local e lidar com os mais diversos tipos de bichos, o que sempre foi seu sonho.

personality:

é uma pessoa que não precisa de muitas regalias para viver, pois foi criada assim. é muito firme e decidida, e chega a ser até mesmo individualista devido seu instinto de sobrevivência. porém, isso não quer dizer que seu lado empático não seja aflorado - principalmente em relação aos animais. é calma e serena, dificilmente perdendo o controle.

my house of stone, your ivy grows, and now I'm covered in you...

muse a has run away from a toxic environment (family or relationship), just got in the car and didn’t stop until they ran out of gas in the middle of bloody nowhere. enter muse b who is the only person within ten miles and lives on their family farm alone. so muse a turns up in the middle of a storm because they got tired of waiting in the car for someone to find them. muse b lets them in and the two talk but muse b has to explain they don’t get another fuel delivery for a little while but that muse a is welcome to stay. so time passes feelings getting involved, lines blur and things get confusing because muse b is getting used to company and doesn’t want muse a to leave but muse a is preparing to leave as soon as the fuel delivery arrives not wanting to impose any longer but also doesn’t really want to leave.

development:

a relação dela com a confiança em luke.

o medo de o pai a encontrar eventualmente.

o lidar com a culpa de deixar o pai vulnerável.

a mudança para uma nova realidade.

[lisamarie-vee]

[grey-tee]

the sooong hahaha she’s OBSESSED!!!

[zillyeh]

Enikia needs: page quote, backstory, and relationships filled out, then she's done

Jack needs: page quote, likes/dislikes, hobbies ect tabs, the entire in depth page and the entire relationship page

Kelper needs: The same^

Lichre might be put on the backburner bc i simply do not know her

[voxaris]

whats up w people barging into the scions headquarters, killing people, then kidnapping minfilia bc she wont give them what they want. its happened TWICE

[jinxproof]

Margiela Artisnal A/W 2024 © Paolo Roversi

Léa Julian Valentine Charrasse Thomas Riguelle Tish Weinstock

[cheynovak]

The Beach City Reunion

Summary: Follows up fanfiction 'Spikes' Y/N returns to the beach city grill after 5 years. Meeting Priestly who has been going through a break up with Tish.

Warning: none

English isn't my first language

Please do not copy my work. Likes/Share/Comments are appreciated.

Y/N hadn’t set foot in Beach City Grill in five years. The place looked mostly the same—faded posters of bands on the walls, the familiar hum of music in the background, and the faint smell of fries and grilled burgers wafting through the air. But as she walked in, scanning for any trace of the old Priestly, her eyes caught on someone who almost looked like him… but not quite.

He was wearing a plain blue button-down shirt, his once vibrant, spiked hair now a subdued shade of brown with a matching beard, smoothed down to an almost painfully ordinary style. She blinked, wondering if she was imagining things.

“Priestly?!” she called out, half-questioning, half in disbelief.

He turned, and when he saw her, his face lit up like a firework. Before she could react, he was around the counter, pulling her into a warm hug.

“Y/N!” he said, grinning. “Wow, look at you! You’ve… changed!” She laughed, pulling back to look at him. “Me? Look at you! W-what happened?”

They slipped into one of the booths, and for a moment, Y/N couldn’t stop staring. She missed the wild, bold Priestly she’d once adored, and this version of him looked like he’d been smothered in beige.

He gave her a sheepish look, glancing down at his shirt. “Tish happened. She, uh, liked me better like this. Thought I should look ‘respectable’—whatever that means. I guess she thought I was only worth dating if I, well, dressed ‘normal.’ So I tried it for her, figured it was worth it if it made her happy.”

Y/N listened quietly, seeing a flicker of embarrassment and something else—something lost—in his eyes.

“Anyway,” he continued, rubbing the back of his neck, “we broke things off a couple of months ago. She said I’d come back ‘begging for another chance,’ but… I don’t think that’s gonna happen. I realized I just don’t know who I am anymore. Lost myself somewhere along the way.”

She nodded, giving him a small, understanding smile. “Sometimes, you think someone’s worth changing for. But if it means you stop being you…” She trailed off, knowing he’d get it.

Priestly chuckled, a hint of his old spark showing through. “Yeah, funny to hear that coming from you."

She grinned, and he noticed a faint edge of her old punk style still shining through—rings on her fingers, a subtle black eyeliner that gave her an edge, But the spiked choker was gone and changed for a leather jacket.

“So,” he said, leaning in with a warm smile, “what about you? How’s life been since you flew the coop?”

She shrugged, feeling a mix of nostalgia and excitement bubble up. “A lot’s changed. I went to college, didn't finish, moved around a bit. I’ve grown up, well a little. Showed up at your doorstep.”

Priestly gave her a look—one of admiration, maybe even a touch of envy. “I’m glad you came back. You look good, Y/N. Like… like you didn’t lose yourself along the way, you grew, literally and figuratively, I like it.”

She felt her cheeks heat, but she kept her gaze steady. “Priestly, the guy who always makes a girl feel special." She smiles softly before adding, "I aways thought you were amazing just the way you were.”

His eyes softened, and for the first time in a long time, he looked like he believed her.

“Maybe it’s time to bring a little of that guy back,” he said, giving her a lopsided grin. “The boring brown hair and button-downs were never really me anyway.”

They both laughed, the sound filling the grill as if nothing had changed at all. And as they sat there, catching up and reconnecting, Priestly felt like he was finally waking up from a long, colorless dream.

Y/N could feel Tish’s glare burning into them as she leaned across the counter to pay, with a mischievous smile. “Why don’t I take you shopping after your shift?” she suggested, tapping her fingers playfully on the countertop. “It’d be nice to catch up… and maybe ditch the corporate look. Show a little more of those tattoos again?”

Priestly glanced at Tish, who was shooting them daggers from across the room, and then shrugged with a little smile. “Yeah, yeah, why not?” he replied, his eyes lighting up. “I’ll see you at five.”

By the time they hit the first store, Y/N was buzzing with excitement. She dragged Priestly to every section, picking out things that she knew he would’ve rocked a few years back. A leather jacket here, a pair of torn jeans there. She even managed to dig up a kilt, holding it out with a grin that made him snort.

“Y/N,” he said, chuckling as he held the kilt up in disbelief, “I can’t wear this. Not anymore. I feel like a kid playing dress-up.”

Y/N’s grin softened. “You’re in your thirties, Priestly. Maybe a kilt isn’t the answer anymore,” she admitted, leaning against the wall of the dressing room. She looked at him thoughtfully, eyes gleaming with an idea. “But… do you trust me?”

He raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Alright. Go ahead, show me what you’ve got.”

Y/N set the kilt aside and walked over to a different rack, pulling out a pair of dark, well-fitted jeans and handing him a plain grey t-shirt. She added a pair of heavy black combat boots and a leather jacket to the ensemble. “Just try these,” she said, “I think you’ll be surprised.”

Priestly emerged from the dressing room a few minutes later, his expression shifting from skepticism to something closer to acceptance. He turned to her, hands stuffed in his pockets, giving her a shy, crooked grin. “Not bad, right?”

“Oh wow, not bad at all,” Y/N said, giving him a once-over feeling her cheeks burn. The jeans hugged his frame well, and the boots added a sturdy, rugged vibe. The t-shirt was simple, but it all brought back a hint of the old Priestly’s edge without trying too hard.

But she wasn’t done yet. “Alright,” she said with a wink, “one last stop.”

She drove him to a nearby barber she’d found online, and before he could protest, she leaned close, whispering her instructions into the barber’s ear.

"Oh and keep the beard." she said walking back outside. Priestly gave her a mock look of fear, but he settled into the chair, trusting her, despite his nerves.

A half hour later, Priestly emerged from the barber’s chair with his hair freshly styled. The sides were clipped short, but the top was left a little longer and tousled. No more mohawk, but it was still a look with personality—classic yet cool, modern but still a bit rebellious.

He caught his reflection in the mirror, running a hand through his hair, and let out a slow breath.

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Y/N's heart hammered as she watched Priestly walk toward her, his new look transforming him into a vision of the guy she’d fallen for as a teenager—familiar but grown up, rugged and effortlessly cool. She felt her old crush flare to life, burning through her like it had all those years ago. But now, she was older, and so was he, and the spark between them didn’t feel so impossible anymore.

While he’d been getting his hair cut, she’d slipped out to pick up a few finishing touches—things that would bring back a hint of the punk style they’d once shared. As he approached, she held out a heavy, silver chain and a studded leather belt. With a grin, she hooked the chain to his jeans, her fingers brushing against him as she added the belt.

But then, she pulled out something else—a small, worn leather bracelet with faded band logos, the same one he’d given her years ago in the Beach City Grill. She held it up, a little shy but determined, and carefully slipped it back onto his wrist, fingers lingering on the familiar worn leather.

Priestly looked down, his eyes widening. “You… you kept it?” His voice was soft, filled with something she couldn’t quite name.

Y/N nodded, feeling her cheeks heat as she looked up, meeting his gaze. “Of course I did. You were... well, it was special to me.” she said almost looking nervous.

Priestly looked at her, "How old are you now?" She still looked at him, his green eyes piercing her waiting for an answer. "I- Eh... 21." Priestly looked over her in the distance, clearly counting in his head.

They stood there in silence, the air thick while she waited for his reaction, still holding his wrist in her hands, feeling something electric. Her heart pounded so loudly she thought he must be able to hear it.

But before her nerves could make her say something stupid, Priestly reached out, cupping the back of her head, his fingers threading through her hair pulling her closer.

He leaned down, his gaze searching hers for a split second, and then his lips brushed against hers, soft and warm, then deeper, like he’d been waiting for this moment as long as she had. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them—two people who’d found their way back to each other after years apart.

Y/N knew that what she had been waiting for ever since she was 16 was finally here. Priestly saw her, not as a teenage girl with a crush. But as a woman.

When they finally broke apart, he rested his forehead against hers, still holding her close. "I did say 'maybe in a few years' didn't I?"

She laughed softly, feeling her heart swell.

“Welcome back, Priestly.”

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