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gabrieldesilva · 5 years

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What I want is to linger here, in your heartbeat, the soft void of your breath and warmth of your smooth skin. Let the world drift and memories fade, let time crumble - in your arms.

Time was never on their side, not with all the missed opportunities and wasted chances, but it was merciful enough to allow Alicia and Gabriel their moments.

Like when the girl with the bruised and bloodied knees charged headfirst into the brooding boy in the middle of the plaza; how Gabriel recognized her and in her panic ran away, disappearing into the crowd. Alicia wasn’t supposed to be wandering on her own.

Their adventures in the plaza, the fields, and forests, and the time they jumped from the edge of a cliff and into the sea; Gabriel had been so scared then, the plunge made him lose his breath but he would never let Alicia go alone. He would always go after her.

They always ran away from the parties, to drink and lie down in the open field under the glow of the moon, and how one night, Gabriel felt his heart quicken after a long time-- he convinced himself it was the champagne but his head couldn’t be any clearer --and it only happened whenever she looked at him, and he at her. But Alicia kissed him, and he’d been so relieved that she did. He didn’t know if he would ever found the strength to do it first.

How she always cried whenever he left with his uncle until she was too old to do so, and instead refused to see him leave until that too became unbearable, so she demanded a letter every time and he always wrote. She could never stay angry for long because he knew Gabriel would return, he always did, for her.

And when Alicia finally told him that she had fallen in love, Gabriel embraced her, and despite his heartbreak, told her that he was happy for her.

He thought that the fates were done playing their games, how it ended with her supposed death, but years later Alicia returned to him-- what’s couple more moments? A few nights, a few days, to dance under the crystal chandeliers and bask in the glamour and romance of Paris just as they talked about many years ago. And as they stood on the train platform with tear-stained cheeks, Gabriel hugged her one last time; Alicia kissed him a final time too, and it felt the same, even after many years.

“Te amo, Gabi. Te amo tanto.”

“Te amo, Alicia.”

She was his home, and she’ll always carry his heart with her, wherever she goes.

#sometimes home has a heartbeat; alicia #( the primadonna )#/thank you for everything jazz...gabe and I will miss you xoxo #diego luna edit

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rhanylssitagpa · 9 months

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Furbabies: Odd One Out

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#CalCalCalcifer #cats #life #luna the primadonna #me #pets #Pinay #Pinay aka Casper #Pinay’s Kittens #Salem the Alien Prince #yuki the princess kitty

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thusspoketrish · 3 years

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Not All Princes Win

This is my silly, angsty little submission for the prompt Cinderella over @drarrymicrofic. 2K words. There are no serious warnings, but the content involves lots of pining, unresolved sexual tension, unrequited love, BFF!Drarry, and angst. Thank you to the amazing @corvuscrowned for the excellent beta. Seriously, they whipped this story into shape and I am eternally grateful for it!

Harry dings his elbow on the doorframe of the Leaky Cauldron as he hauls Draco’s stumbling form out the door. He swears under his breath, but he quickly forgets the pain when Draco wraps both arms around his neck, his hot breath tickling the side of Harry’s face.

“You are the best mate an old bean like me could ever ask for,” Draco says, a little happy puff of breath now warm against Harry’s lips. Harry basks in the strength of Draco’s undivided attention right now as they stand entwined outside the pub. He feels frozen by the shivers running down his spine at Draco’s touch. Draco’s legs wobble from too much red elf wine.

Draco is always the center of attention wherever they go, but when drunk, he’s an even greater beacon of entertainment. He’s more pouty, dramatic, and talkative— everyone’s favourite person. Harry’s a bit ashamed at how much he enjoys Draco’s primadonna attitude. There are times when Draco sheds the theatrics and slows down his tirades to focus his energy strictly on Harry instead of the entire room. Harry’s also a bit ashamed to admit just how strongly he pines for the attention.

Draco burps in Harry’s face. Harry's nose scrunches as both his eyebrows furrow.

Draco groans, cheeks flushing. “Fuck me. Sorry, darling...if Mother could see me right now…” he says. He unwraps his arms from around Harry, but Draco is so unsteady on his feet that Harry has to hold onto his elbow to keep him upright.

Harry snorts, the shivers easing up now that the spell has been broken by the acrid smell of soured wine. “Just a mate?” he asks, trying his best to sound casual, unaffected. He wouldn’t have the bollocks to ask this question without his own belly full of lager and Draco’s guileless gaze and pinkened face.

Even as Harry feigns nonchalance, he wraps a protective arm around Draco’s waist, holding him close to his side as he begins the slow drag-carry down the cobblestone path of Diagon Alley to the nearest Apparition Point.

Legless, Draco clings to Harry’s neck once more. His free hand flaps about gratuitously as he says, “One shouldn’t let a little thing like sexual attraction get in the way of true friendship. Merlin, are we savages, unable to control ourselves?” he asks, his plummy voice sharper than usual.

Harry purses his lips and shrugs. “I thought that’s what we were doing...choosing to act with common sense born to sensible men, not possessive, chest-thumping Neanderthals,” Harry drawls, mimicking Draco’s ridiculously posh accent spot-on.

“Yes!” Draco hiccups, then, realisation dawns bright on his face. “Hey, I don’t sound like that, you arse, you!”

Harry laughs. “Yeah, you bloody well do. And I’m right, aren’t I? We’re doing a bangup job being the best of mates,” he says sarcastically, thinking of their almost-kisses. The hand holding they engage in some days. The hugging. The tender looks. That drunken fumble of a blowjob they exchanged last year at Luna’s Beltane celebration, which sent Draco on the path of: we’re the best mates, ever! Forever.

Romance was out of the question from there on out, no matter Harry’s gentle displays of affection. He knew Draco had had some awful boyfriends, and was quite bitter towards romance and relationships and notions of true love, but Harry wanted to prove to him that love does exist. That Draco was worthy of it. That Harry was very much in love with him and wanted to shower him with love.

Draco’s arm sweeps wide as he says, “And look, darling, we’re perfect, so bloody perfect...Thelma and Louise level perfection!” Draco says. Harry suddenly regrets trying to catch Draco up to speed with Muggle pop culture, but his thoughts are interrupted as Draco’s arm slightly tightens around Harry’s neck to kiss the side of his head. The tip of Draco’s sharp nose bumps against Harry's ear, and a burst of shivers erupt at the base of Harry’s spine, spreading throughout his body so sharply that he’s left sore in its wake. An ache in his chest that’s long since been associated with his yearning for Draco makes itself known, so abrupt that he stumbles from the shock of it and causes Draco to stumble over his own feet as well.

Draco laughs, his lanky body shaking from the force of it, which bleeds into Harry’s side. “Merlin, don’t kill us, Harry,” he says.

Harry pauses in his steps, quickly readjusting his hold on Draco’s waist. He glances at Draco. His white blond hair is dishevelled, his fringe falling across his forehead, cheeks flushed pink with both drink and good humour, his lips wet and shiny under the streetlamps. Draco might be ridiculously drunk, but even in this dishevelled state, he’s still the most beautiful creature Harry’s ever laid eyes on. Harry swallows.

“We could be more?” Harry suggests before tearing his eyes away and continuing to drag Draco along down the pathway.

“Oh, Harry…Harry!” Draco admonishes, a giggle bubbling up his throat. “Yes, yes. We’d be so perfect together! You’d be the Sonny to my Cher. The Nancy to my Sid. The Courtney to my Kurt!”

Harry grimaces. “I’m pretty sure those were all doomed couples? I get your point.”

“But do you, darling?” Draco asks, and what looks like a sad smile crosses his face as he hiccups.

Harry grunts. “Contrary to popular belief, I’m not actually dumb.”

Draco scowls. “Who hurt you like this? Don’t listen to them, you’re of a brilliant mind!”

Harry laughs, the ache easing in his chest to make room for amusement. “That was uncharacteristically nice of you. What are the chances you’ll remember you said that in the morning?”

Draco sways, eyes soft and lips even softer. “Morning? Morning! Don’t be such a wet blanket, darling, the night is still young! But if you must know, not a bit if I have any say over it,” Draco rushes out, a gleeful lilt curling around his string of words. Draco stumbles again as he mouths, “Me? Nice?”

“Merlin, I know we were celebrating your recent promotion, but you went particularly hard on the elf wine tonight,” Harry says, shaking his head.

“That damn Pansy!” Draco hisses by way of an explanation, shaking his fist in the air. A brilliant smile spreads across his face. “Me. Editor in Chief of Witch Weekly! Can you believe it?”

Harry smiles. “You deserve it. You’ve worked so hard to turn that awful mess of a publication around. I would have burned the entire place down had they not promoted you,” he says with a mischievous quirk of his brow.

Draco smirks, his eyes growing more focused as they burn with pride. “Now I can get someone other than your ugly mug on the front cover every month.”

Harry gently shakes Draco. “That’s not fair. I’m Britain’s most eligible, most handsome bachelor, the last eight months in the running. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“You know you robbed Blaise of the title this month,” Draco points out.

Harry chuckles. “Well. Maybe I’ll finally take him up on his offer for dinner so we can be photographed together and become Britain’s hottest couple. Then he’ll finally get the cover story he’s always wanted,” he says wryly.

Draco stumbles again, a string of Oomphs escaping him as he loses his balance, his arm tightening around Harry’s neck as he takes them both down.

The wind is knocked out of Harry as he lands on his side, Draco painfully collapsing on top of him, all sharp angles and knobbly elbows.

Harry groans. “Geroff, you wanker,” he murmurs as they shift together on the cold ground. Harry’s side throbs and his head spins, but he doesn’t push Draco off. Instead, Harry freezes as Draco tucks his head in the crook of Harry’s neck, his entire body vibrating.

Harry’s heart slams against his ribcage, unsure of what exactly is going on. Slowly, Draco peels himself back, swaying as he sits on his bum to face Harry with a strange look on his face—like embarrassment or a peculiar reluctance that Harry can’t put his finger on. It’s then that he notices that Draco’s missing his left shoe.

“Have you been without your bloody shoe this entire time?” Harry asks at the same time Draco says, “Did Blaise really ask you out to dinner?”

A pregnant pause passes between them before a low, rich laugh escapes Draco. He tosses his head back, exposing the long pale column of his neck as he slaps his palm against the cobblestone sidewalk beside him. “When the fuck did that happen?” Draco wheezes, tears of mirth squeezing from the corner of his eyes. His laugh is contagious, and soon Harry is chuckling along with him, sitting up and shaking his head.

Harry tries to pull his wand free from his arm holster, but gives up, instead flinging his hand wide as he says, “Accio Draco’s lost shoe!”

For a moment there’s nothing but the surrounding hubbub of curious passersby and their own chuckles. Then, a whizzing sound meets Harry’s ears. A moment later, Draco’s velvet, jet black Gucci loafer smacks into Harry’s open hand.

Harry appraises the shoe. “You’re like a proper Cinderella, leaving your shoe behind and all,” he teases, winking at Draco.

“If Cinderella is a drunk, fierce bitch while losing her bloody shoe, then yes,” Draco says proudly, lifting his socked foot and wiggling it in Harry’s direction. “Go on, Prince Charming. Slip it back on and claim your prize.”

With a roll of his eyes, Harry carefully cups the heel of Draco’s foot, his hand gently squeezing it as his thumb rubs small circles against the bump of his ankle. He shoots Draco a wolfish grin as he slides his shoe onto his foot. His body thrums with want at Draco’s darkened gaze, and for a wild moment Harry wants to tug Draco against him to kiss him passionately. Resigned, he instead clambers to his feet, pulling Draco along with him. Draco once again wraps his arms around Harry’s neck, a lopsided smile on his face as he sways against him.

Heat flares in the pit of Harry’s stomach as his eyes flicker down to Draco’s lips. “What’s my prize?” Harry asks, voice low and velvety.

Draco’s eyes dance, his lips curl into a soft smile as he says warmly, “You get to see that this damsel in distress gets home safely.” Draco slips away then, still unsteady on his feet, but much sharper after their tumble. Draco sticks out his elbow which Harry gently grasps.

Harry hides his disappointment with a jaunty grin. “That’s a good enough prize for me,” he says, leading the way to the Apparition Point.

All questions of getting together or potential dates are forgotten.

When Harry finally gets Draco up to his flat and under his posh sheets, Draco wraps a hand around Harry’s wrist, holding him in place at the side of the bed.

Draco yawns, his eyes drooping and voice thick. “Will you stay?”

Harry hums and nods. “Yes, I’ll kip out on the sofa.”

“Good. Tonight was wonderful. Thank you,” Draco whispers, his hand slipping away as he falls back onto his pillows, eyes fluttering shut.

“You deserve it,” Harry says. He watches as Draco’s chest rises and falls steadily, his plush lips smacking in his sleep as he burrows into his pillows. Harry’s heart clenches at the sight, and he whispers, “I love you.”

“Mmm, I love you too, Harry,”’ Draco whispers, eyes still closed.

A lump forms in Harry’s throat. It’s almost unbearably difficult to be so close to him without being able to touch him. “I could make you very happy.”

A soft sigh escapes Draco in his sleep, along with a string of nonsensical murmurs, the only discernible thing to Harry, “Prince to my…cindy…Cinderella…”

Overcome with affection, Harry moves to press a chaste kiss on Draco's forehead, but Draco shifts, mumbling incoherently about shoes. He turns his back to Harry, curling his lithe form around a massive pillow.

Merlin, Harry would give his entire Gringotts vault to be that pillow.

With a sigh, he leaves the room, cracking the door open just in case Draco needs him in the middle of the night.

Not all princes win.

#drarrymicrofic #drarry microfic #Cinderella #drarry fic #drarry squad #they DO love each other #who knows what'll happen #but I want the best for these two #angst #pining #best friends Drarry #Unrequited love #idiotic boys in love

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imvietnamesenotchinese · 2 years

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for the storytelling oc meme 🍀 🌸 ⚘️ (or a song for an oc!!)<333

🍀 Which OCs would get along the best?

From the top of my head, here is a list of my OCs that I think would get along with each other:

1. Lilith Dahlas and Cerise Esmeralda. Both of them are cunning women of noble birth. I think if they ever shared braincells it'd be over for everyone. Definition of Girlboss, Gatekeep, Gaslight. Imagine secret meetings during the dead of night, sneaking around in hidden passages, hushed whispers containing ambitious plans.

2. Blake Lunae-Seh and Ethan Dalton. They're just two dudes vibing. Both of them are academically inclined and stoic. I think it'd be very cute if they had study sessions together! Going to ice cream parlors together, comparing school notes, gushing over their very niche interests to each other.

3. Nelly Esmeralda and Carmilla Rouge. For the safety of the entire world, please never let them interact with each other. They're both chaotic and stupid. Definition of Arson, Assholery and Assault. Sparring sessions would be incredibly fun. Perhaps a little bit too destructive. They would enable each other which would eventually lead to the night ending in escaping from the cops.

4. Darcy Angelis and everyone. Yes I can do that. Everyone loves Darcy and if you don't that's a real red flag tbh. On a serious note, Darcy is the closest with Nyx Angelis, but that's because Nyx is her literal mother. I made them opposites of each other: a mother who grew up without love and only knew loneliness, in contrast to a daughter who's always been provided with care and love. 🌸 Who's your most morally questionable OCs (not including villains)? Carmilla or Nyx. Former war criminal turned grandma VS Mean selfish teenage girl, fight! Carmilla has committed a lot of atrocities in her lifetime(?). She's been dead for a long time, so her moral compass is kind of rusty and she's hurt people without meaning to. She feels guilty for certain things, and pushed back the rest. If it came to protect her family, she would definitely do anything, even if it would make them hate her in the end.

Nyx just numbs her feelings and puts herself first no matter the situation. She grows from that, of course. But I think her selfishness is still a core part of her. When she was younger, she'd torment others as a way to project her problems. Nyx didn't really care what she did as long as it benefit her. Also she's my pfp so yeah there's bias here. Nelly is a honorable mention. She loves her friends and family and would do anything to protect them. She isn't a bad person per se, she just wants to have fun. Although sometimes the fun ends up as a fist fight??

⚘️ Pick a song that represents each WIP, what would play over the trailer

I have playlists for my OCs, actually! My Spotify username is Fay. However, if I had to pick just one song for an OC, it'd probably be Primadonna by MARINA for Celeste Dalton. I haven't mentioned her a lot and it feels like I've neglected her, so she'll get her own spotlight <3

#sorry for the late response #as an apology i jazzed it up w/ the aesthetics #pun intended #oc ask #nyx #ethan #darcy #celeste #cerise #nelly #blake #carmilla/squishy

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spencermyangel · 2 years

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Thanks for tagging me, @kittykatspence

rules: "spell out your url with song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your url"

S - Singin’ in the rain

P - Primadonna - Marina

E - Elegy for strings

N - Nella fantasia

C - Carmen Suite No. 1: Prelude

E - Eugene Onegin Opera Waltz

R - Rondo alla turca

M - Maple leaf forever

Y - You know better than I - From joseph, king of dreams

A - As the deer - David Phelphs

N - Non più mesta

G - God help the outcasts - From hunchback of notre dame

E - Edelweiss - Andre Rieu

L - Luna Mezza ‘O Mare - Patrizio Buanne

Tagging

I don’t really know that many people so,

@tobias-hankel @justiceforralvez

#tumblr games #music

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themoonsings · 3 years

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hi y’all! my name’s blue and this is my good sis luna! you can find some info on her below!

luna song was spotted in the fashion district adorning red bottoms , with some airpod pros on . they’re most likely listening to love me 4 me by rina sawayama . you may know them as @lunasong or as that rosé lookalike . their twenty-third birthday just passed . while living in tribeca , they’ve gained a bit of a reputation . they’re known to be ruthless but on the other hand captivating . wonder if they’ll be the next person to hit the headlines . [ ciswoman / she/her + blue / 24 / she/her ]

she’s 2nd gen & gave her parents gave her a korean name mainly to appease their parents and one in english. her korean name is ae-cha while her english name is luna. pretty much everyone calls/has always called her luna except her grandparents and sometimes her fanbase in korea.

she grew up in one of the boroughs and her family was middle class.

grew up knowing/speaking korean and english.

she had three best friends growing up, and they did practically everything together. they were in their tweens when luna got the idea that they should start a girl group, like so many that they always listened and looked up to and her friends readily agreed.

they were still young so people didn’t take them seriously at first, much to a 12-year-old luna’s chagrin. but they were actually pretty good. in the beginning they didn’t know how to read sheet music super well yet and mostly did covers so luna would help with figuring out which parts each of them would sing and scheduling rehearsals, even pestering classmates into getting them gigs. (sidenote: luna’s group/bandmates are a wanted connection and on the main if you wanna know a little bit more you can click here! I’d love to have some/all of her groupmate spots filled!)

her parents were always super supportive of the group and were driving them to competitions, auditions, etc. luna was driven and annoying as hell in the way she pestered all these grown ass adults and even recording labels into trying to hear them/let them in to no avail.

it wasnt until luna was 16 (about seven years ago) that they were able to actually get signed to a record label. at first no one took them seriously and no one wanted to sign them because people insisted that girl groups didn’t do well, didn’t last long, that people didn’t like them, etc. and there was a lot of back and forth over creative differences, as by that point the girls wrote their own music.

BUT, their debut album actually did surprisingly well and better than even their management expected. soon they were having their music videos features on disney channel tv breaks, playing on the radio, getting lots of views on youtube. they were everywhere and people seemed to like the “realness” of their story--it made for good interviews and whatnot.

they continued on like that, dropping three more albums which broke records, lead to worldwide tours, won grammys, lead them to several tv cameos, and even their own movie (think spice world but like better/funner plot, although still not super serious cinema) and documentary. they’re absolutely HUGE now, think peak destiny’s child type shit. they had their own reality tv show at one point, perfume, and even a make-up line with different shades and colors to match each girl’s “personality”.

the aspects of their personality were played up a little bit to make them more marketable, i.e. one was the more “sporty” one, one was more “free-spirited”, etc. and how they’re styled usually reflects that, although now that they’re pretty established and older, they’ve been able to kind of be less characterized and more themselves.

luna’s personality was always kind of the diva/primadonna meets relatable girl next door type role. basically she was just always dressed usually very hyper-feminine and has always publicly been considered/seen as kind of the “leader” of the group.

that doesn’t come from nowhere because she’s very driven. she’s work hard play hard but you gotta tear her away from her email account enough for her to play hard. she’s nice and friendly but can be kind of intense. her biggest fear is not growing into her full potential.

she knows how to play basic guitar and piano but her two main talents are her singing and ability to harmonize and understand different parts of music and her lyricism.

can definitely be a drama queen at times.

very adamant about using her platform to speak up for things when she can. her and her group faced a lot of hardships and discrimination within the industry because they were made up of a group of young women of color and she wants to make it easier for others to achieve their dreams, even if they weren’t born famous or rich.

can definitely be judgement and bossy at times but will also 100% be there for you and supportive of you when you need her.

she’s bisexual but the media hasn’t really caught wind of that yet. in the past, her management was adamant that she hide it but now it’s a thing where even if she is spotted with a girl, it’s very “just gals being pals” type headlines that usually come from it.

she’s smart about her image and pretty much everything she does can make headlines. she’s usually pretty good about keeping her shit in line. she’s had advantageous relationships, both for pr and forreal and she’s something of a trendsetter in a lot of cases. luna dates someone and they’re hollywoods hottest couple, luna wears something and suddenly everyone on instagram is wearing it too.

does a lot of philanthropy and likes to travel whenever she can.

she’s friendly and open but don’t piss her off or stand in her way or be on some bs ‘cause she’s helped her and her girls fight their way to the top and she can be ruthless to her enemies, though only when she absolutely has to be. she probably has a little too much fight in her for her own good.

constantly rumors of her going solo. her and her bandmates have an understanding where they’re chill with doing some individual work (i.e. releasing a single, doing a movie or tv show, starting their own fashion line, etc.) because they know the group’s more important and they’re always coming back to it but luna lately has been kind of worried they’re going to split up and she doesn’t want them to because they’re basically like sisters to her at this point since they grew up together.

admittedly, luna does want to release her own solo album and she has been brought other projects but the group comes first and they’re working on their fifth studio album together.

can probably find her working late or running off in the middle of something because she suddenly gets an idea. she also carries this cute lil notebook around with her for jotting down ideas and yes she could technically use her phone but she likes the tangibility of physically writing stuff down.

she always grew up in a house that was very much a home--always open to other people and her parents always willing to bring in food and entertain for the holidays, etc. and that’s how she likes her place now. she’s made her house just how she likes it and the door’s always open if you need someplace to crash for the night and no matter the hour, she’ll put the kettle on, whip up or order some food, and get the guest room ready.

that’s luna! i’m working on a connections/wanted connections page now but in the meantime, my messages are open to plot or if you like this i can come to u!

#{ &&. intro. }#wealthyhq:intro

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