#sunday para

[3dsmade]

updated post found here

☆ ;; Sunday Paraphile

[pt; sunday paraphile, end pt]

a term i wanted to make after some things happened with the first creator of the "sunset para" term.

a sunday paraphile is:

- anti-contact

- pro-recovery, but against forced recovery and harmful recovery

- anti-radqueer, but accepting of former radqueers and survivors of radqueer rhetoric

- ship-unaligned, because i just don't want to fucking deal with people asking

- anti-transid, but supportive of those with biid, transrace adoptees [which is the original use of transracial!], alterhumans/otherkin/therians, and oculoid identities

- pro-contradictory labels, mspec lesbians/gays, xenogenders, and neopronouns

- supportive of the big three

also if i see any of you guys using my fucking term while harassing people, i will make you leave. if it's not punk, it doesn't live here.

emoji code is ⚱️🍐 unless someone says it's already taken lol i can't find a masterlist of para emoji codes-

also you can be both a sunday and sunset para. i genuinely don't give a shit. this one's just without the bullshit surrounding it. it's especially for those who don't connect with sunset para because of what others associate it with.

also if you're gonna give hate, do it without anon. it's funnier lol.

#paraphiles please interact #anti contact #anti radqueer #para safe #paraphilia #pro para #pro paraphile #paraphile #paraphile community #⚱️🍐 #sunday para #3dscoined

[3dschosen]

anti-paras are mad i statistically get more ass than they ever will and that ass can SHIT

#pro para #pro paraphile #paraphile safe #paraphile community #paraphile #paraphilia #anti contact #para safe #sunday para #⚱️🍐 #coprophilia #copro

[thee-radio-host-is-a-kookaburra]

Sunday!!

@3dsmade

#s&b art #pawqueerverse #sunday para

[dani-r]

Messi drinking Fernet con coca at 11 am in cutted plastic bottles as cups, cumbia playing and Otamendi rolling a joint on the roofless bus that is going at 2km/h bc of 4 fucking million happy people collapsing Buenos Aires and the highway system... Argentina te amo. Te amo.

You can take away the boys from their land but never the land from the boys.

The world is watching and our team is getting drunk and high at 11 am while the People cheer, mythical heroes coming back home.

#en ingles para la genteeee #argentina #argentina nt #qatar 2022 #i promised that it would be my last copaposting but nah i lie we are living history #i am not there bc i fucked up my leg from jumping like crazy on sunday with 2.5 million people #4 millones de personas felices. por favor cuidense qu2 quiero que le cerremos el orto al gorilaje amargo

[dom-i-nate]

Sunday Night | 11.19 | Nate and Oliver Para

He'd checked in with Daisy and Danny, and Nate snuck back into his room where Oliver was laying in the bed somewhat restlessly. "Hey, pretty girl," he said softly as he crawled into bed next to the switch, making his movements careful to avoid any further harming of the boy next to him. "You awake, sweetheart?"

@switchingolliesmythe

#para #p ollie #ollie #sunday night

[honeybearee]

Sunday Funday

Anna

Saturdays were always the hardest shifts for Anna. Exhaustion followed her from room to room and patient to patient, fought off by endless cups of coffee and the warmth of knowing she'd get to go home to her family when it was all over. Today though, there was an added layer of jitters that settled into her stomach, making her wonder if she would need to up her dosage until Cam left town again.

God, that was going to suck. Maybe she should consider anti-depressants like her last psych had suggested. Losing him again, when it had barely been a year since Dad passed? Ugh, there was that annoying pang in her chest.

Again she found herself almost wishing he'd just come back home and acted as if she hadn't existed - maybe she could have found an excuse to get out of town had she known he was coming. Now that he was here though, and looking at her in that way only he did, she couldn't help but being transported into being the same idealistic silly girl who'd thought that maybe if she hung on long enough he'd realize that she'd never stopped loving him - no matter how many times he'd left her behind.

"You're gonna be late for church" her coworkers voice broke through the noise, making her grin brightly at the other girl, "Right! Time flies when you're having fun" she joked, not realizing that she'd just been staring up at the ceiling in the locker room.

The cool breeze of the early morning had always been her favorite, there was something so peaceful, so profound about being able to share the silence of early morning - and she was thrilled that Beau had been so eager to share something so special with her. It was worth losing all the sleep her body was desperately craving, and he never seemed to mind when she would inevitably end up falling asleep, fishing rod in hand. He would simply place a blanket over her until it was time to go, when he'd gently rouse her and they'd catch up on their week on the drive back home - both expertly dancing around the subject of Cam's return.

The house was always extra quiet when they got back, and had it not been for the smell of fish lingering on her, she would've found herself crashing right into a couch so familiar she was sure there was an indent of her figure in it. "Hey baby" she cooed down at Barker, getting down on her knees to let him get a few good licks in as she petted him, laughing "I'm surprised you're not sleeping with Cam" he perked up at the name, and went off looking for him, tail wagging, "rude" she chuckled as she got back up and went about her usual routine.

It was wonders what a good shower could do to you - her muscles had loosed significantly, and had given her the perfect amount of energy to send her surging headfirst into her usual tasks.

Cam's parents were getting older, a thought she didn't like to linger on, there had already been so much loss in her life - so she had thrown herself headfirst into caring for them, often being the first to arrive and the last to leave. Then again, keeping herself constantly busy gave her the best excuse not to linger on the many thoughts that threatened to drown her if she lingered on them too much. She'd never been really good at sitting still - just in a different way than Cam.

Popping her headphones on, she started up her usual feel good playlist as she danced around the kitchen, quietly singing along as she started working on the first batch of coffee, her hands hesitating on a particular mug, one that had been shelved away many years ago, "oh my God" she chuckled as she looked it over - it was a hideous looking thing, terribly decorated with some badly painted flowers, a stupid crooked heart, a C + A = forever on the side.

She jolted slightly when Mel's familiar hand landed on her shoulder, the woman's sweet feature melting with nostalgia as Anna showed her the mug, a short laugh shared between them. "I didn't even know this was still here," she shook her head, popping her headphones off, and wondering how she'd missed it all the other times.

"Cam found it last night" she looked up from the mug at Anna, giving her a look she'd become painfully familiar with over the years.

"Like on purpose?" Anna laughed, trying to push away from the idea that he'd come home and somehow purposefully dug around for it, "pretty sure he's got nicer mugs than that now," she rolled her eyes, sliding a fresh cup into Mel's hands.

"Maybe they're not the right type of mugs for him" Mel mused in that musical fashion she had of doing when she was trying to hint at something else.

"Yeah, maybe" she replied, forcing a smile at her and fighting the way her stomach flipped.

As if catching the shift, Mel moved toward her again, holding her out by the hands in front of her to get a good look at Anna. "Oh my goodness, I hadn't seen this one yet!" she fawned over the flowers Anna had embroidered on the admittedly much nicer jumpsuit than she'd normally be wearing for family brunch.

"Do you like them? I added a little bee here too, see!" she pointed out the little yellow trail she'd made from the flowers up to the bees that met up with the buttons at the sides.

"You are so talented!" Mel's voice was always pure honey, and it was hard not feel a surge of pride. They had always been so incredibly supportive of her, and maybe it was Cam being home again, or the fact that her Father had been such a present thought on her mind lately, but she found herself wrapping her up tightly "I love you," she simply said, the moment suddenly interrupted by Jesse.

"Oh God, its like right out of a lifetime movie" he faked gagged, as Anna and his wife both smacked him simultaneously, each one picking a shoulder.

"You are such an ass" she laughed, rolling her eyes and sliding a mug toward both of them.

"Oooooh Cam comes back into town, and suddenly Anna's all dressy dressy" he teased in that little brother way that she'd always found both endearing and annoying

"Yeah-well-I have a date later-so" she lied, suddenly growing incredibly preoccupied with what was on the stove, happy to have something that would help her hide just how red his comment had made her turn. Was she really that transparent?

#para: Sunday funday #para: annacam #ship: annacam

[steampunkforever]

Making movies about real tragedies is always a difficult undertaking. No matter the pains you take to be as sensitive as possible, it's inevitable that such a touchy subject is going to anger SOMEONE. This doesn't even take into account the times that you, as a hypothetical filmmaker, will actually mess up for real. Nevertheless, director Paul Greengrass set out to tackle the Irish Troubles-- by no means an uncomplicated subject --in his film Bloody Sunday, a piece of cinema that tackles tasteful portrayal of the Bloody Sunday massacre by putting you in the crowd.

When we talk about how using cameras to communicate affect in cinema, handheld is one of the simplest mechanics for getting the audience to feel present in a film. It's why the crowd shots in Pi or the Goodfellas club scene or even the Evil Dead DemonCam work so well. This is essentially first person POV, and even when it isn't directly so, we feel like we're there with the characters, protesting on the streets of Derry against internment at the hands of the British. Greengrass uses handheld camera effectively, eschewing the newsreel perspective in favor of camerawork that felt more like the handheld camcorder footage used to film the 9/11 attacks on the twin towers just a year before the release of this film. He pulls you directly into the narrative. You're as much of a witness to the violence as the reporters documenting the Derry protests or the commanding officers giving the order to send in the Paras.

This brings us to the way Greengrass edits the film. The footage in Bloody Sunday rarely cuts, instead fading to black and then fading in the next shot. It feels almost like archival footage, the fades cutting off characters mid-sentence before taking us to the next segment of the film. This technique isolates the shots, but it heightens our awareness of how these discrete places and people (The British Paratrooper squad, Irish Nationalist politician Ivan Cooper, Major General Patrick MacLellan) all led up to the massacre.

It reminds me of working on my own films and logging footage. Each clip stringing together in a vacuum, telling a story without the invisible hand of narrative shaping perception through crossfades and transitions. Until the shooting starts, and Greengrass organically moves into a seamless, breathless sequence in which the Paras start shooting and the crowd scatters. It feels like you're there, and I noticed my blood pressure raise at the injustice unfolding onscreen. Incredibly effective filmmaking here, and the intentional camerawork does an impressive job at bringing the audience into the events of Bloody Sunday without the feelings of voyeurism often present in cinema about human suffering.

Bloody Sunday is, in my opinion, an elegant portrayal of a tragic landmark in the Irish Troubles. It's a film that impacted me emotionally, elevating my heartrate at the injustice unfolding onscreen. The British Government still shields David Cleary from prosecution for the mass killing, with legal repercussions for anyone who refers to him by his real name instead of "Soldier F," making clear the need for us to remember these atrocities perpetrated in the name of imperialism.

#filmposting #bloody sunday #paul greengrass #film #cinema #really liked this one #greengrass still got flack for it btw #people said he focused too much on civil rights leaders and military command instead of the people in the crowd #which I get but also thats a lot of territory to cover for a film that's only so long #the camera in the crowd bits can only go so far and its definitely easier to focus on public figures who have more documentation about them #good movie though #definitely should be on your list #also the paras wear Denison smocks which I realize were a connection to the rhodesian brushstroke #the rhodeys were big paratroopers during WWII and would've had access to these smocks #if you look at rhodey brushstroke its basically portuguese lizard mixed with the Denison smock pattern #fascinating really how the cultural influences mix #also made the paras seem that much more evil as they seemed to be wearing the uniform of a colonial ethnostate while doing a colonial war #I think at least one of the para smocks was taken from rhodesia bc it looked too crisp to be pat59 denison #but maybe it was just a repro

[zara-mayfield-silva]

Sunday Sibling Brunch || Self Para

Date: January 16th, 2022 Time: 11:47 am Location: Juno’s Bakery & Cafe, Boston, MA

Zara’s getting married. Yes, hard to believe; and her siblings probably won’t believe it when she tells them either, but well, it’s happening. And soon. Now there’s just the matter of actually telling them. She wants to do it in person, not over the phone. But here’s the deal. It’s hard to get all three of the younger Mayfield siblings together in one place at the same time. They’re busy people; all adults with lives to cater to.

However, there is one saving grace they have, and have always seemed to uphold. And that is their every third Sunday of the month sibling brunch. Sonya had invited herself to a few of these brunches, on occasion. In fact, when she first found out the younger Mayfield’s all went to something without her, she would come out of spite. Though Sonya has always loved to pretend to play the part of the, ‘older, far more eloquent and mature,’ Mayfield sibling, who’s, ‘above it all,’ she actually hates being excluded. Especially when it involves all of them. The FOMO gets the better of her.

Still, despite Sonya’s occasional intrusions, it’s been about a year since any of them have actually properly seen or talked to her, let alone at their sibling brunches. But she’s got three kids now, two of which are rather young, so maybe she’s got other things to worry about…Two out of four of the siblings live in Boston, so that makes things easier.

Sonya stayed in New York, and lives with her husband and three children in Greenwich Village. She still works for the New York Times; one of their top editors, so Zara and the family have heard.

Heath moved to Boston right before Zara did when he started playing for the Boston Red Sox right out of college. He’s been with them ever since, and is now getting towards the end of his career, thinking about retiring. Heath’s a photographer, though, and a damn good one at that. So at least he has something to fall back on if he wants to.

Beth moves around a lot for her job, depending on where there’s a gallery in need of an art curator. Right now, she’s living in New Jersey visiting Boston for the long weekend. She’s staying with Zara and Javier, and quite frankly, it’s been hard to hide the exciting new news she wants to share with the both of them.

The three of them have always been close. Growing up, they did a lot for each other, and basically raised one another. Heath used to braid his younger sister’s hair for them before school, and beat up their bullies. He even taught them how to beat up their own bullies when he couldn’t be around to do it anymore. Zara served as a wingman for both Heath and Beth, as well as taught Heath how to talk to girls. She also taught Beth how to play the guitar.

Beth would help Heath pick out outfits to wear on his dates, like…she’s the only reason he has style. And she taught Zara how to be patient, and kind. It’s because of them, she didn’t completely go, ‘off the deep end,’ when things always seemed to go south for her, or their family. They always have each other, even if one of them (particularly Zara) pushes the other away. They don’t leave the other behind.

So it’s nice that today, at their sibling brunch, Zara can share good news with them rather than bad. There’s been a lot of sibling brunch’s of them sitting down to bad news, particularly on Zara’s end. Today though, today she gets to share that she’s engaged to her favorite person.

As they sit down, the host gives them their menus and fills their waters. Heath’s just come from practice, so his hair is wet from a quick shower, and he’s thrown on a forest green polo, a pair of black slacks, and some nice looking green velvet loafers for their sake. He doesn’t have to, but something in all of them feels the need to be presentable when going out in public even still, all these years later. Can take the kid out of politics, but you can’t take the politics out of the kid…

Beth, of course, is dressed to perfection. Out of all of them, she’s always taken the award of best dressed. She’s got these cute strappy peach sandals on, paired with a floral v-neck sundress, and a floppy sun hat that matches her shoes. Her sunglasses match her dress, and they're big and round, much like her eyes when she takes them off. Zara’s a bit more muted with her all black attire; going for her classic Doc Martens, a ripped Van Halen tank top, a pair of black jean shorts, and brown visors covering her eyes.

They’re all so different, yet they get along so well…it’s interesting to see. Maybe they’re bonded by trauma, maybe they actually do just have personalities that mesh well and get along. Maybe it’s both; who knows. At the very least they’re trying, unlike some of their other family members…

When the host walks away to give them time with the menus and they wait for the waiter, Beth is the first one to pipe up, taking off her sunglasses now that they're in the comfort of a shaded table outside.

“What the fuck is up with you two, huh? It’s been like, a month, since I’ve talked to you, Heath. And three weeks for you, Zara. That might be my fault because I just moved and I’m working a lot…” she pauses, finger raised, eyeing her siblings.

Zara raises her brow and sips her water, looking at Heath. He does the same, near perfectly mirroring his sister’s actions.

“Okay stop, I have a good excuse! I’m grinding!”

“Oh, she’s grinding, Zara did you hear that?”

“I heard her say she has a good excuse, Heath, but I hardly think grinding, is an excuse-”

“Okay, alright, losers, so what’s your excuse then, hm? You helped me move to Jersey, and then you totally bailed!”

“Yeah, because you moved to Jersey City.”

Zara nearly spits out her water, leaning over to smack her brother's arm as she stifles back laughter and ducks her younger sister’s eyesight. He’s sitting right next to her, so it’s not hard for him to smack her back. Now they’re in a smacking fight, while Beth rolls her eyes at them, and hits them both from across the table.

“Ha, fucking ha, assholes. It’s not even that bad, and it’s a train ride from New York, so. Who’re the real losers here, yah Bostonites, or…whatever the hell y’all are called,” Beth snorts, sipping her water and looking over the menu.

“I’m not married to this place like you are, so,” Zara puts up her hands, looking towards Heath.

He rolls his eyes, and flicks water from his glass towards Beth. “It’s great here, and you just don’t know it yet.”

“Hey!” Beth flicks water back at him and laughs.

“Well the people aren’t any nicer, and it certainly isn’t, and can’t be more diverse than New York, so. She has you there,” Zara points out, shrugging towards her brother.

He gasps, “who’s side are you on, dude?”

“Definitely not Boston’s, I don’t give a shit, dude,” Zara chuckles, and Beth snorts, covering her mouth when Heath looks put out.

“I mean, I don’t even know if I’m gonna live here in a year. Javier and I might wanna move somewhere else,” she points out.

Beth and Heath both look at each other with raised brows. “Why, you got something to say, Z?” Heath asks, leaning back in his chair.

Well shit. Boston has always been Heath and Zara’s thing. They both live here, and their mom tasked Heath with taking care of Zara when she first enrolled at Turning as, ‘punishment,’ for bad behavior. Heath was the only person Zara knew in Boston for a long time, so they spent a lot of time together here, getting to know the place.

But, well…it’s Heath’s place. Not hers. He was here first, and she just showed up for the time being until the next adventure came along. Now…well, now that next adventure is here, and it may be time for a change. Who knows. Javier and Zara haven’t really talked about that yet. They both have lives here, so…why change any of that just yet? And besides, they have some loose ends to take care of before they want to even think about leaving. Like The Grid, for example…

“I’m not moving, it’s not that,” Zara starts, pausing when she sees the waiter approaching.

They all order drinks, and some bread appetizer that they know they’ll all eat. Once the waiter is gone, Zara turns back to her siblings and waves her hand in the air.

“I’m not moving,” she says again, and Beth flicks her to go on.

“I’m getting married. I’m engaged. To Javier, obviously,” she adds, as if it isn’t obvious. Heath nearly chokes in his water, and Beth gasps, and puts her hands on either side of the table to brace it.

“What?! Wait…what?!” Beth nearly shakes the table.

“When did that happen? Do Ri and Nat know?” Heath questions, picking up her left hand to examine it. “And where the fuck is the ring? He got you a ring, right?”

“Dude, chill the fuck out; he gave me a ring. It's just around my neck right now because I was waiting to tell you guys. Eesh. Y’all are worse than mom,” Zara chuckles, reaching up to unclasp the metal chain the ring Javier gave her is hanging on for safe keeping.

“And yeah, Jav told them the other night over dinner. I think he and Ri called Nat to tell her the news.” She leans over to give it to Beth first, then obviously she can pass it around for show and tell. These frickin’ nerds…

“Man…I kinda feel like he should have asked for my permission, or something.”

Zara snorts loudly and turns to Heath in an exaggerated way. “Excuse me? What am I, a piece of meat? I’m not for sale, my guy.”

“Yeah what the fuck, Heath? That’s like, so archaic of you? You’ve got three sisters, just… be better.” Beth muses without looking up from examining the ring.

“Yo, this is actually gorgeous, though. Javier did good,” Beth says, handing the ring to Heath next. He takes it, gives it a look over, then whistles.

“Alright, I take back what I said before. My man Javier spent a pretty penny on this one. And he knows my sister well. It’s black, just like her soul,” he jokes as he hands the ring back to Zara, who punches his shoulder a few times.

“Asshole,” Zara hisses at him while Beth laughs and Zara takes her ring back. Enough show and tell, now it can go where it’s supposed to. On her damn ring finger.

The waiter comes back with their drinks and the bread appetizer they ordered a few moments later. A Coke for Zara, an Arnold Palmer for Beth, and a Bloody Mary for Heath.

“How long’s it been now?” Heath asks, pointing to Zara’s Coke.

“Two years in April,” Zara smiles proudly as she sips her Coke; having been referring to her sobriety. It’s been almost two years since she decided to get sober after Kishan’s death. Crazy, how times flies, and how the anniversary of his death has managed to sneak up on them like this. It sort of makes sense, what with everything going on.

“Congrats, sis, that’s great!” Heath puts his hand up for a high five, which Zara meets with her own.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s great, but when’s the wedding?” Beth waves her hands in the air, musing aloud.

“Dude,” Zara laughs, shaking her head.

“What?! I love love, and weddings, and I didn’t think we’d get another one so soon after Heath’s.”

“Heath’s wedding was like, over a year ago!”

“It was eight months ago, but, who’s counting,” Heath shrugs.

“Okay…” Zara rolls her eyes and shrugs her shoulders. “What do y’all want from me, huh? It’s not my fault Heath and Willow literally took five billion years to finally get married, like…y’all have been together since high school, and it took…ten, plus, years? Twelve, maybe?” Zara’s kind of being mean, but whatever, Heath can take it. Heath rolls his eyes and Beth stifles a laugh.

“Jav and I joked about marriage before, but then we actually started talking about things, like…like about being each other’s family, or whatever, and you know how our family is,” Zara explains, looking at them.

They nod. “Yeah,” they both say, grimacing a bit.

“I love y’all. You’re my family. But with Jav, what we have is…I dunno, different? Like…okay. When I go to his family’s place with him in Mexico, it’s always like this big celebration. Everyone’s happy to be there, to see each other; and there’s kissing, and hugging, and everyone’s talking over each other because they’re all just so excited. It’s been however long it’s been, and they’re all just…happy, to get to be in each other’s presence. To cook, and eat food together. They dance, and sing, and watch soccer tournaments, and…they’re close. There’s lots of love there. Love, that I don’t think we’ve ever really experienced at home…you know?”

Beth looks sympathetic and nods, reaching out to grasp Zara’s hand in hers, their fingers intertwining.

“Shit,” Heath sighs, shaking his head. “I know Ri and Nat are cool, but I wanna go to Mexico and hang out with Javier’s extended family. They sound awesome.”

“They are! They’re literally the best, and now they’re my family, and I don’t wanna fuck that up by being me,” Zara blurts out, surprising all of them with her candor.

“What the fuck’s wrong with who you are? You’re kick ass, dude. You and Ri are like, inseparable,” Beth muses loud, squeezing her sister’s hand.

“Zara? Beth’s nicer than me, so she’ll sugarcoat. I’ll be honest with you, okay?” Heath pauses. “You’re awful with people’s parents. You make the worst first impressions. You’re like a walking talking parental unit nightmare,” he breaths out, obviously needing to get this off his chest.

Zara and Beth stare at him; Beth’s mouth agape, and Zara’s sipping her Coke with a narrowed brow.

“However,” he continues, raising a finger; “if Javier’s parents haven’t voiced their concerns by now, and haven’t tried to stop their son from making the decision to marry you, let alone continue to date you, I think you’re in the clear, Z. I think they sufficiently see past your bullshit facades and like your ass. Your kind, generous, loyal, talented, fun, party loving ass.”

Zara leans over to kiss her brother's cheek once, but then fakes him out by thinking she’s moving away from him, only to then bombard his face with kisses. Heath hisses at and bats her away like a cat, sufficiently causing a laughing fit from the two Mayfield sisters.

“That was really sweet, Heath, thank you,” Zara says after they’ve calmed down, leaning over to punch her brother’s arm gently.

“Yeah, well just don’t say I never did anything for yah, kid,” he chuckles, leaning over to ruffle Zara’s hair. She swats at him while eating her bread. “I care about you losers, and want what’s best for you. I want you to be happy, and I know Javier makes you really happy, Z. I’m happy for you.”

“Awwwwwww!” Beth gushes loudly, leaning over everything on the table to try to threeway hug her siblings. “We’re so cute!”

Heath and Zara both groan loudly, but let their younger sister pull them into a weird ass hug that nearly knocks everything over on the table. After about a minute, they detangle, and Zara and Heath try to look less pathetic than they feel for, ‘showing emotion.’ Beth’s the softy in the family.

“So when is the wedding, anyway?” Heath asks while picking up his menu and turning it sideways in his hands on top to the table.

“I was just about to ask the same thing!” Beth exclaims, looking expectantly at Zara.

“I…don’t know?” She admits, looking at them sheepishly. “Maybe…in a couple of months?” Beth audibly gasps, and Heath looks unconvinced.

“Look this isn’t…this isn’t gonna be like y’all’s wedding, Heath. Or Sonya’s. Or mom and dad’s. Or mom and Chris’s,” Zara lists off, trying to let them know exactly what to expect. This wouldn’t be a traditional wedding.

“It’s not a church wedding. It’s not like uh, ‘let’s invite everyone and their mother to a wedding because we can, pack the place, and make it this whole production,’ type of thing. We don’t want that. We just want something simple. With you guys. With our immediate family.” Zara looks from Heath to Beth, who both look not stunned, not disappointed, just…well, maybe they are a little disappointed. But what did they expect? This is Zara they're talking about. Zara’s not the marrying type. Javier’s the exception.

“But not like a shotgun wedding…right?” Beth insists after a moment of silence, eyeing her sister.

“I mean…not not like a shotgun wedding, per say…” Zara shrugs, fiddling with the straw in her Coke. Suddenly this thing feels a little heavier, much like the set of eyes on her from both her siblings.

Luckily the appetizer comes and interrupts the awkward stretch of silence. Zara takes this opportunity to tell the waiter they’re ready to order food, and to stuff her face with bread. Much easier to subvert expectations with your mouth full…

They order their meals, and hand their menus over to the waiter about five minutes later when they’ve finished. Both Beth and Heath are staring at Zara like she’s got a third eye, and after a moment, she’s the one who caves first, breaking the silence.

“Come on, it’s me. Me! Did you really think I’d even have a wedding? The most I’m willing to have is an exchange of vows, and a party afterwards, because those are the fun bits. Dresses, invitations, cake, venues; all that other bullshit doesn’t matter to me. We want the piece of paper, and I wanna have a good time while doing it…okay?” She doesn’t mean to sound as aggressive as she does; especially since Heath sits back in his chair from the impact, and Beth puts up her hands.

“Okay, Zara. Eesh. I didn’t think you were the marrying type, but after meeting Javier, and seeing you together? I dunno. I kinda figured maybe at one point you would.” Heath admits, shrugging back.

Huh. Well, that’s perplexing. Zara and Javier only jokingly started talking about marriage a year ago…it hasn’t really occurred to her that other people can see something else they can’t. Maybe looking from the outside in, it’s easy to see how the two of them ended up where they are now.

“Same, I second that. I’ve never seen you more googly eyed over anyone before in my life. In fact…I think it’s the only time I’ve seen you like that,” she points out with a tilt of her head.

Zara snorts, “that’s because my eyes don’t google. I’m not the mushy-gushy type. Jav isn’t like that either though, and maybe that’s why it works.”

They’re both writers, so they know what romance is; they know how to court another person. Javier has certainly proven that to Zara over the years, as he only seems to one up himself with surprises. Yet another reason they’re getting married. The excitement hasn’t died out like it has in past relationships, it just keeps growing. Javier keeps Zara on her toes, continuing to impress her and show off new parts of himself she so desperately wants to get to know.

“Okay,” Beth says after a moment, chewing the last bit of bread in her mouth from the appetizer plate. “So to recap,” she waves her hands around in the air, “wedding is in a few months and it’s…nontraditional. You want the piece of paper and the vows, not the whole production, but you do want a party after. So…a reception. And what about bridesmaids? Do you want those? And can I be one?”

Zara snorts, “didn’t really think about it, but I guess, yeah. Or something like them. You, and a couple friends maybe would be ‘bridesmaids.’” She does air quotes around the word, ‘bridesmaids.’ Sounds weird to say, and leaves a strange taste in her mouth. It’s a little too traditional for her taste, but well…it’ll be fun to have her people around for a very important moment in her life. And besides, it’ll make Beth happy.

“And what makes you think I also don’t wanna be a bridesmaid, asshole?” Heath points out, quirking a brow.

Zara laughs so hard it nearly scares her. “You wanna be a bridesmaid dude? You can be a bridesmaid. I thought you’d wanna be one of Jav’s groomsmen, or whatever the fuck, but-”

“Oh shit, I forgot about that! Okay, okay…yeah. I guess I’ll do like a half and half situation? I’m team Zara, and team Javier.”

“You’re literally insane, you had a wedding and had it the regular way. How do you not remember groomsmen exist, and this isn’t- we’re not on teams!” Zara pinches the bridge of her nose and closes her eyes, while Beth chuckles under her breath and hides it with her elbow as she eats more food.

“I mean I’m just fucking with you, Z,” Heath laughs, chucking a small piece of bread at his eldest younger sister.

Zara blinks at her brother, looking to the center of her forehead briefly where the bread just made contact with her skin. “Did you just hit me with bread?”

“He hit you with bread.”

“I hit you with bread. And you’re the weirdo copying me after I just got married,” Heath continues to tease, flinching before Zara even winds up to hit him.

Beth cackles and eats more bread while watching her siblings go at one another. Zara pretends to strangle her brother, grabbing his neck and shaking it gently, as Heath pretends to choke and pass out on the table.

“You’re so stupid, stop hitting me with bread when I’m talking to you about my wedding!” Zara tries her hand at looking as serious as she possibly can, but ends up laughing and shoving her brother in the shoulder some more instead.

Yes, it feels cheesy to admit it, but she’s happy. Zara is actually, for the first time in a really, really long time, feeling positive about her future. She’s not waiting for the other shoe to drop, or wondering why. It doesn’t matter why, or how, she just is happy with Javier. And she wants to get married; to spend the rest of her life with her best friend. Her favorite person. Her person.

#paras #self para #Beth Mayfield #Heath Mayfield #The Mayfield’s #Mayfield Siblings #self para: sunday sibling brunch

[burntfleurs]

// under the tree.

"Just a little further," Aquila instructed, lumbering after Lanfen as they crested the hill.

Skirts hitched in her hands, she scurried up the knoll and, temporarily, out of sight. A few steps later brought the king up over it behind her, where he paused to wipe his brow of sweat. The heat out here was borderline sweltering, with the only relief found under trees with thick foliage. The one they'd gone in search of was a tree Aquila remembered from the days of his youth. Many times he had run off here, when his father sent him as an envoy to the south as a prince.

He found the heat to be overwhelming, much preferring the coldness of the North. It kept his blood from reaching higher temperatures, and his frustrations were manageable so long as he remained in cooler climates. Presented with the fruits of their two hour hike, he ceased his grumblings and continued ahead.

With low hanging branches, it was just as perfect as he'd remembered. Densely packed branches, full of lush green pear-shaped leaves, with a distinctive serrated tip. This was the well-known and reputable silverbark tree. Its sap and wood were used in purification rituals all the way up in the North, and as far as the southernmost peninsula. tincture made from its leaves and sap produced a strong healing tonic, the same one that quelled the new fire that burned within him each time the beast-blood took hold.

She'd been lucky to find enough to bring him back to health when his fever had descended upon him, interrupting their second week of his season. It was something that hadn't happened before, the king taking ill so fiercely and so suddenly. He was grateful to his queen, who had done an exemplary job of keeping his illness behind closed doors, and searching for remedies with determination.

He followed her as she bounded up to the tree, arms extended to spin around with the sudden breeze. It took her skirts in its direction, loose petals from a nearby cherrywood swirling around her. He was transfixed, watching the petals dance around her head before being carried off on a crosswind.

"This must be the silverbark," She mused softly, turning away from him to face the regal tree. It must have been fifty feet tall, branches thickly distributed with many leaves on each one. An ivy had begun to crawl up the trunk, cinching around its lowermost branches and forming a half-curtain, giving the tree the feel of a secret hideout. They could easily remain unnoticed here, at the heart of the Vorlan-Aestas border.

"It is," He replied softly, gently brushing past her, his hand sliding down her forearm and grasping her hand in his larger one, leading her up to it. "I used to come here all of the time."

"Is this another of your secret hideouts?" She teased, earning a wry smile as they stepped into the tree's shelter, the shade cooling them from the severe direct heat of the two suns. He was shirtless, skin covered in a sheen of sweat; his dark hair clinging to the back of his neck and the sides of his face and forehead. Without bothering to climb the branches, he flopped himself down at the base of the tree, settled onto the comfortable grass.

The queen took off her satchel, passing him a flask of an enchanted hydration essence, made by her own magic in the alchemy lab. He drank it without second thought, exhaling a sigh as the coolness enveloped him. She began to set out various cheeses, dried meats and a dense loaf of bread. She'd even managed to bring butter. He stared for a moment at the spread, laying out the blanket he'd been carrying in his bedroll bag for her to prepare it all on. He began to feel peckish then, his stomach grumbling as if in instant reaction to the scent of food. Such was the nature of the Khélek men, their desires simple and practical. Food, wine, their wives, and an unrelenting lust for battle.

They spent most of the day there, beneath the shade of the silverbark tree. When they'd had their fill of rest, they chased one another in the sparkling depths of the river not far ahead. It was sunset when they headed back, the firebugs lighting the way as the darkness settled in. When she became tired, he picked her up and carried her the rest of the way back to the manor, past the gleaming eyes of the servants and knights.

He had never known such peace... And without her, would never know such peace again.

#aquila;lanfen #nice sunday para #aquila;para

[chozoremake]

ok i will do the test now u_u

#i have until sunday but i have 3 of them and no puedo dejarlos todos para el ultimondkjnv </3

[3dsmade]

Para Userboxes Part One

[pt; para userboxes part one, end pt]

working on alt text. will only say text on boxes for now.

urophile symbol/colours from @homestuckpissmug

feederism symbol/colours from @anti-homestuck

#paraphiles please interact #paraphilia #anti contact #para safe #pro para #pro paraphile #paraphile #anti radqueer #paraphile community #big three #n3crophilia #eprocto #copro #urophilia #sunset paraphile #aqua para #sunday paraphile #sunday para #🌇🍐 #⚱️🍐 #3dscoined

[3dschosen]

me

#paraphile safe #eprocto #pro paraphile #para safe #paraphile #paraphile community #pro para #paraphiles please interact #paraphilia #sunday para #⚱️🍐 #eproctophilia

[flytrapblog]

Look I know this was made 2 years ago but come on y’all. Let’s jam.

#anti radqueer #anti-contact #pro para #comship #proship #halsey #taking back sunday #makedamnsure #without me #mashup #Youtube

[fictionalred]

I wish I could block all Spanish folks on Vinted like they are Thé Most Whiny people ever

#fr #vinted advented #another one bought a thing yesterday and is now complaining I haven't shipped it yet #so again: NEWFLASH! STORES ARE CLOSED ON SUNDAY #like Vinted gives me a whole FIVE workdays time to ship it so you have no right to complain after ONE (weekend)day #and they don't fucking bother making themselves understandable either #just gibberish spanish the auto translate can't figure out cause they're using abbreviations and colloquial terms #oh yeah and then they're also mad their item doesn't ship from belgium to spain in 5 days time #Hola sabes por q tarda tanto #lo necesitaba para hoy #(copy pasted like this is the shit I deal with) #fuck off #/rant over

[salinasdama]

#Buen día hermosa mañana de Domingo para todos ❣️😍❣️ #Good morning beautiful Sunday morning to all. ❣️😍❣️

[tortademaracuya]

i was listening to happy ready?? and got sad because i remembered what a shit year it was when i was obsessed with that anime 🙃 girl

#18yo me going through the worst year of her life absolutely miserable #except on sunday. sundays were for the boysss *happy ready?? playing on the background* #'ARE YOU HAPPY?' no pero gracias por preguntar rey(? #siempre que me va para el orto me obsesiono con algun anime bizarro en emision. ya se estaria tardando el nuevo #pasen recomendaciones(? #me habia olvidado lo rancias q eran las frases en ingles que se tiran. es hermoso