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danvillecheese · 1 year

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why do u think act ur age is fucked

[cracks knuckles] alright. essay time. you asked for it.

I’ve done a similar response to this before here and mentioned something else about it here but I’ll go over it again since those posts are both from a while ago. also bear in mind I haven’t seen aya recently bc I don’t like it. okay let’s get into it

[also im gonna preface this saying maybe i sound very pessimistic but im ranting and its just gonna sound like im complaining because i am. i mean no real malice by the way. im simply a person with a blog.]

first off. they don’t use the show don’t tell as well as they could. in the what might have been montage, sure, they showed potential scenarios and how phineas felt (very briefly) when isa stopped visiting his backyard but it just feels so rushed. I get that they only had like 11 minutes to show it but idk there has to be another way to write it. or just not have it at all idk its just from a writing point of view the whole episode feels rushed and out of place from everything else continuity-wise. why not use little easter eggs planted in the show beforehand? operation crumbcake? pharmacists? meapless in seattle? god theres so many episodes with evidence that phineas liked her back even if he didnt know. just. continuity!!!!

second. why did their friends not try something sooner. it’s not like they didn’t know. like phineas seems to be okay with saying “i wish! i am so in the friend zone there�� in front of his friends (that quote alone makes me lose my shit but that’s a whole other point) so clearly they knew about phineas. and isabella also wasn’t quiet about it (source: pnf s1-4). they had like four years of high school to do something and they planned it the day isa left for college? nah its just the least realistic thing ever for me. also them being 18 is like yeah okay maybe the slow burn was worth it and theyre way more grown up (i love a good slowburn) but ohhhhhh my god SURELY their friends were getting sick of them dancing around each other. just me?

third. and I’m sorry to ash simpson but oh my god I hate the character designs like They Would Not Fucking Look Like That. it almost feels like it completely disregards their arcs during the original summer. like yeah child chub disappears over ur teen years but sometimes it stays a little longer! make phineas less twiggy!! make isa look more like her mother! (am i about to redesign them again? whoops)

four. and i know this is no fault of dan and swampy but the show was about to end anyways and yet the entire friend group was paired off into hetero ships?? get fucking real. none of those kids are straight. realistically, i know it was a different time and gay marriage wasnt even legal in the us yet so it wasnt all that common to have queer romance on screen let alone on disney channel but like i said, the show was about to end. what were the disney channel execs gonna do? cancel it? lmao

five. "I am so in the friend zone there." "we are guys. we do not talk about our feelings." WHAT!!! i cant believe this shit is real. these lines of dialogue are canon. what the hell. what kind of message does that even send to younger, impressionable viewers? if ur a 10 year old boy watching that (ok fine maybe that isnt gonna stick with you forever but listen) and you go 'oh its okay to just bottle everything up and not tell my friends about my feelings about anything ever' that is insane! thats not how things should go!! like i get the whole "im so in the friend zone" and yes, this also has to do with the era but like if they wanted to be a more progressive cartoon that kids look up to and enjoy maybe they just. shouldn't have put that whole conversation in.

i barely have any problems with the b plot. in fact id watch the episode just for the kazoo solo. because that plot lines up with the continuity. i can totally see heinz having bowling night with perry and carl and monogram every week! i can totally see perry and monogram retired! and carl running owca and getting payed for it! that all checks out! that one makes sense and works with the canon! if they got that plot so right how did they get the a plot so wrong?

i can answer this question: fanservice. its an awful word, i know. act your age is a fanservicey episode which is why i think it crashed and burned. mml season 2 is rooted in the same issue: doof is very present and takes away from the original plot of the show. like, the one he wasnt even in until the last episode of s1. slightly getting off topic but it is the crux of the issue. fanservice doesnt make for good storytelling. even if it brings in the big bucks. at its core, telling the story the way it should be told is the best one. even if it pisses people off. a good portion of the viewers will still appreciate whatever ending the creators come up with. and no, im not saying phinbella shouldn't have become canon, in fact i really like the ship and all their dynamics, i just think they went about it the wrong way.

as someone who's written and published fic about them getting together in different universes (granted, they were from when i was younger so its mildly terrible. take them with a grain of salt) there are a lot of other ways to tell that story canonically. honestly, i think the best way of doing it was to keep it ambiguous. dont tell that story. let the viewers pick their own ending for phineas and isabella. maybe they dont get together after all. who knows!

thanks for the ask! hope you had fun getting lectured <3

#phineas and ferb #phinbella #act your age #ask #this was fun you guys should ask me more stuff like this #dwampyverse analysis

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the-heaminator · 2 years

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Oh can you write ukfrain? I thought like a love triangle (real one) and they're all too dumb to notice they're in love with each other. I do like Frain being very close and lot of PDA dispite them not saying and England feeling jealous because he/she isn't between them.

Oh wait. It can be nyo if you want 👀

OH, OH ok apparentl;y this turned into the horniest thing ive ever written. maybe im just feeling gayer than usual. A lot of this went into describing what i like about women im so sorry

Y E S. These shits being oblivious and England being jealous and all being very gay

Names bc Nyos: Isabella (Spain) Francene (France) Elizabeth (England)

Dammit why was Isabella so pretty!

This was the simultaneous thought of more than one very gay women in the conference room as Spain flounced up to give her speech.

Spain in a suit could turn most women gay, let's be real here, but if they were already gay, that could be a small problem.

As she droned on about agriculture most people had tuned out and were busy doing various things, like being on their phones, irritating someone or staring at Isabella's hips, luckily for Isa, only 2 people were staring at her hips. But unluckily for her, it was Francene and Elizabeth, one was her best friend (and fuck buddy) and the other was her past rival (now occasional fuck buddy.)

Now you could argue that Francene and Isabella's relationship had long surpassed being just fuck buddies, looking after each other and cuddling in the rain, being there when the other was down, kissing eachther goodnight, while sleeping in the same bed.

Normal homie behaviour at its finest.

After that it was Francene, she gave an actually well delivered and structured speech about strikes and why they happen and how to prevent them to avoid major closures. Most people were listening and to some extent Isa and Elizabeth were too, but they were also getting occationally sidetracked by Francenes clothing choices. A very close fitting waistcoat that left little to imagination and even though the skirt reached the knee, it showed her stocking clad calves and if she stretched, parts of her thigh and it was really sending Elizabeth around the bend.

She knew that Francene was mostly occupied by Isabella, but she really wanted to be held dammit. Preferably by either or both of those 2.

When it was finally Elizabeth's turn to speak, she pointedly avoided looking at either of the two. After all she was not wearing anything exactly provocative and her bodily dimensions left a lot to be desired, so she wouldnt have to worry.

At least that's what she thought.

Her bin provocative clothing and her overall dimensions did nothing to stop the two romance nations imagining things that would have gotten them flogged in centuries past.

I mean Elizabeth has done it before, so why not again.

Elizabeth's presentation on urban and rural development was the end to the incredibly long meeting.

Most nations had agreed to go to the pub before going to their hotels and probably sleeping, though some noises occasionally said otherwise.

Elizabeth walked to the canteen, avoiding Isabella and Francene like the plague, even if that meant being around Julchen and Amelia, two women who had no idea what being quiet was.

Except today, they were mostly silent, only muttering to each other under their breaths.

After an infuriating 5 minutes she asked "What is wrong with you two, neither of you have said awesome or dude yet and you're being awfully quiet."

Julchen, being an absolute beast at covering up her tracks and 100% wanted to torture Elizabeth said "We were talking about how I'm pretty sure that Isa and Francene have a thing going on."

"Oh you think I dont know that? I hear ✨sounds✨" she said, quite disgruntled as you would imagine.

She looked over at the two who were being so sappy that she couldn't look away defo not imagining herself in some questionable positions .

Elizabeth stopped her beer while Julchen did as well, Amelia was being a pussy in the corner and drinking coke.

But a couple of beers later, everyone is understandably a bit tipsy and whilst Amelia was stuck with dragging a mooning Elizabeth and a very depressed Julchen out of the bar.

Amelia looked on in dismay as Elizabeth sort of walked (she wasn't stumbling but like still a bit wobbly) over to the very passionately making out duo in the back.

And her tongue being plied with a generous amount of liquid courage says "Can I join you?"

The two considered it and debated for all of a minute and said "Sure, but this commitment lasts the night, kay?"

Oh and indeed it did

#hws nyo england #hws nyo spain #hws nyo france #hws nyo prussia #hws nyo america #look i was feeling gay im sorry this is what you got #i 90% will write another chapter bc otherwose this woukd get too long or it would be unfinished #and if anyine wants ti write the sex scenes be my ghest #guest #i have no clue on how to write it #ukfrain #fruk #frain #spuk

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f1-giuki · 1 year

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Let's talk theoretical fanfics

Title would be: Language and Behavior

title came from current topic we're researching for school

I hope ypur day has been gping well babes!!

hello darling💖💖💖 KJSBWIENEJE THIS HAVE ME THIS VERY FUNKY IDEA!!!!

Imagine a fic where Carlos does an analisys of Charles and Max's behaviors and cultural diversities, because he can't understand if the two are like in love or just plain idiots that don't know basic grammar. He also talks Isa about this and she's like, as a joke, "write a paper about it and see where it goes!", and Carlos does, he writes it, he has Checo, the eternal thrid wheel, as a proof reader, and he comes to the conclusion that they're in love with each other and they're shit at hiding it.

After a race weekend where they're all on the podium, Carlos invites them to grab a beer and he brings two copies of his paper to give to Max and Charles, as a joke, you know? But he can't find the perfect moment, so when they're going back to their hotel rooms, on the elevator, just before he walks out on his floor, he gives them the copies and blurts a "Congrats on your relationship guys! Me and Checo are great supporters of you two! Buena suerte e hijos varones!" before the elevator doors close. They look at it and Max starts laughing as he sees the title: Language and Behavior, a study on the relationship between Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen, by Carlos Sainz Vázquez de Castro Cenamor Rincón Rebollo Virto Moreno de Aranda Don Per Urrielagoiria Pérez del Pulgar.

They laugh, thinking that it's a joke, but Charles reads the first page and he's like, "Max, this sounds like a true research..." and they end up in Max's hotel room to study it and investigate why their friend thinks that they're in a relationship, they're just childhood rivals and oh, yeah, this looked pretty gay, fuck this too... Shit are we in love for real?

Next morning Carlos is having breakfast at the hotel buffet and he's very happy to have jamon iberico in the charcuterie zone. But his morning changes really fast as he sees Max and Charles coming his way. Max has a poorly covered hickey on his neck and Carlos wants to die.

"So, the paper... We talked about it last night..." Max says and Carlos would rather to choke on some chorizo than listen to the retelling of their last night together.

"Thank you, for the paper, for writing it, we were a bit oblivious to the other... But now you opened our eyes, and we are dating, so thank you, Carlos!" Charles says and he hugs Carlos. They leave soon after to find a table and have breakfast together.

Carlos turns around to where Isa is, waiting for her cappuccino to arrive, looking as if he had seen a ghost. He walks to her and sits down.

"What have you done, cariño?" She asks.

"Oh, amor, you're in for a wild ride,"

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isa-ghost · 1 year

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Hey Isa! How you doin' my Multi-Fandom Fiend? I'm popping for 2 reasons. 1) I haven't done so in such a long time (I do apologize for that).

2) I have a question for ya. How are you so confident in writing your OC's without people yelling at you that their Cringe or "You're OC is too much of a Mary Sue!"

Hope you doing well! HAPPY CREATING!

1- never apologize im just Here being a gay dumbass

2- I've been OC making and world building for 13 years and roleplaying and writing for 11 years, its my special interest.

As you get more experience, you get less cringe. Also cringe doesn't matter, do what you want. Fuck weirdos who care about cringe. I personally am picky and avoid/don't interact with "cringe" OC making because I dislike it, but there isn't anything like inherently wrong with it and I won't bash someone who is because I know chances are as they keep doing it, they'll improve. And it doesn't matter if they don't, the point of OC making is to enjoy yourself and be creative. OCs that are MS/OP/ripoffs personally irk me A Lot so I just. Don't interact with that brand of OC, its unoriginal so its not an OC imo, but I'm not opening that can of Disk Horse here.

Honestly just don't rip off canon. That's someone else's OCs and shit, don't steal it and claim it as your own. If you're inspired by canon, then make a character inspired by it that's removed enough from the source material to still be original. That's what I do. "Who cares if you do rip off canon" yeah sure, maybe you don't care, I personally do. Its not a universal rule, its my personal advice as someone who hates ripoff stuff.

So like tldr do what you want at the end of the day bc no one can tell you there's a "right way" to make OCs and shit, but from me PERSONALLY be ACTUALLY original, be inspired not a thief. You get good and confident by creating for a long time, being original, and being passionate. Most importantly, create for YOU not for attention. Do it because you like it, because you're having fun, because YOU'RE invested in the OC, not because you want it to get popular or something.

#congrats Dev you have pushed the Isa Is Super Super Incredibly Holy Shit Knowledgeable And Passionate About This button #i could talk for hours and i have A Lot Of Feelings about this stuff which is why its very easy to get me a little heated about it LOL #the important thing is to acknowledge your preferences vs what actually is or isnt ok to do #which while i feel very strongly about My preferences #i dont state them like universal oc making law

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themountainsays · 2 years

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Hanahaki AU anon here (not that I ever left). I'm still working on the outline (Act 1-2 is basically done aside from undecided details/timeline), but I found your tweet concerning homophobic Alma, and— well, that level of full-on rampant homophobia really needs its own dedicated fic (which I’d happily read), but I’ve been thinking of including "lowkey homophobe" Alma; you know, accepting-until-it's-*her*-family-doing-the-gay, “Are you sure it’s not just a phase?”, that kind of thing. (1/3)

Young Isa would’ve confessed her babygay feelings to her Abuela, having every reason to expect her support, but gets blindsided by her disapproval instead. There’s no “she’s a danger to her sisters and cousin” element (because she’d have had hanahaki for yeeears if so), but she does get gaslit and pressured back into the closet. It may be Isa alone who gets that treatment, too— the other grandchildren can have their “quirks”, but Alma’s “perfect Isabela” isn’t allowed to be a lesbian. (2/3)

That said, I’m kinda groaning at putting that much focus on Isa’s relationship with Alma because that’s going to create certain expectations, and that’s super intimidating. Like, on one hand, that relationship is canonically a huge influence on her and would be an obvious absence in any long multichapter Isabela-centric fic, but on the other hand, trying to extract a happy ending for Isamira out of the clutches of pre-movie Alma? In these circumstances? Hoo-boy. Save me from myself :( (3/3)

Ahh lowkey homophobic Alma who quietly hopes it’s all just a phase 😭😭 bro poor Isabela I wanna hug her sm she thought she was safe opening up to an adult she trusts only to be betrayed and shamed and punished for it ;-; and yess ahh all the other grandkids being allowed to have some imperfections but not Isa. Dolores gets to be a bit weird and quirky and *checks notes* stalk people she’s attracted to like a creep? Nice. Camilo gets to be a little shit and play pranks on people. Antonio gets to be quiet and shy, Luisa gets to get her hands dirty when she needs to, Mirabel… well, no one was expecting anything from Mirabel anyway, but Isabela? No no, she has expectations to meet 😊 And yesss ahh it’s kinda impossible to erase Alma’s presence from any fic focusing on Isabela in any level because Alma is a huuuuuuge influence, so even if there’s some unnamed unaddressed scar or shadow haunting her, you still know who gave it to her. And indeed it’d be hard if you don’t want to copy and paste Alma’s arc onto your fic, and I mean, I assume you’d either want her to reach that place on a different way or not have her reach that place at all, at least yet. Mmmm. Indeed a difficult work. In my role swap AU, I was kinda faced with the same question and in the end I kinda realized that… the best conclusion for the story was to literally kill her off TT_TT nothing personal! It simply fit better with the themes of the story, the idea that you can’t always “change” your family for the better and the best thing you can do is move on and live your life without letting them hold you back, sooooo Isabela only comes back home after her death etc etc etc. Uhhhhh yeah anon good luck 😭😭😭 uhh try to see what works best for your story and what conclusion you want Alma to eventually reach, and then work backwards from there ;-; writing hard

#madrigalcest #isamira #shipcest #isamira hanahaki au

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nataliesnews · 4 months

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It is a very sad day. Veronica phoned me this morning to tell me that Uta's mother had died after a long illness. I spoke to her just a few days ago and she knew she was dying and was so brave. I am glad that I had the opportunity of meeting her, even if only for a few days and since then we have been in touch all the time. I often thought of her when I was writing my letters and wondering what she thought.

Then yesterday too my friend's grandson was mortally wounded. He has particles in his brain and there does not seem to be much hope. It was only the other day that I had supper with her and Robbie and she said that she does not sleep at night. That it would break them if something happened to him .

I can think of nothing positive happening in my life. Then I read of our president whom I realise does not have a brain in his head. He signs a rocket which is going to kill people as if he were writing on someone's bandages leg or knee? And then there are people who laugh at their sufferings.

It is getting harder and harder to write. woman Orit Stroch. a settler, who wrote demanding to know whether the pilots who said they would not report for future reserve duty had refused to take part in the war? By the way she is also the one who said that no doctor should have to treat anyone from the gay community if it conflicted with their religious beliefs. And for support which Netanyahu gave the general who replied to her read the attached

Outrage as far-right minister suggests some pilots refusing air support for Gaza troops

Settlements Minister Orit Strock widely reported to ask at cabinet if some in Air Force are failing to carry out their duties for ideological reasons

Today the Jerusalem municipality came to the tent of the families and took down and tore all their signs and a bunch of hooligans came past screaming that all the families are traitors and caused the death of their children and the war and that piece of shit whose two sons cower behind them is quiet. That is Israel today of Netanyahu.

After a long interval because of the war, we had not been to the DCO and decided to go. We were surprised to find about 15 men there. They had all been summoned by the ISA, the secret service. One indignantly told us that he had to pull his trousers down to his ankles and did not know why. They also told us that the Satmar cult comes into their neighborhoods with the Palestinian flag with no problem. They were all very pleasant.

We then decided to see what is happening at the entrance to Beit Lechem from road 60. Until the war the road was completely open but this is the way it looks now. We stopped a short distance before the checkpoint.

Shlomit got out to photograph and immediately a soldier came running up demanding our IDs. We told him we only have to show IDs to a policeman and when he said he was also a policeman asked to be shown identification. Also , as we were on the main road of the town and not in the area of the checkpoint, to be shown proof that where we were standing was a closed army area. He claimed that we had photographed him and said that it was easy to identify him....I leave that to your judgement,He said he would phone the police and we said to be our guest. I said to Shlomit that it was just as well we had not driven off before we saw him approaching us as in this day and age he would probably have taken a shot at us. But all's well that ends well....He had evidently phoned the representative of the DCO. He knew us from former days at Etzion and we showed him the photo which he did not ask to have deleted and after a short and pleasant conversation continued on our way home.

Today we went to plant trees with one of the farmers from Burin. Not that I could help but I go to identify. This is how the others went up. Her ladyship went up by taxi. i don't think it is the help which is important but that we come. We left early though as the Palestinian authority phoned and said that the area was getting restless and we should go and then too soldiers and settlers started coming down the mountain. But people bought a lot of his olives and olive oil. I asked where his family was ...usually it is very joyous there and the house was so empty but he said it was too dangerous from them to be there so they had gone to live in the village.

But then we also have this......I remember how Israelis said what animals the Palestinians are that whenever there was an attack on Israelis they would go out to celebrate and give out sweets. Evidently Israelis are also keen to learn from Palestinians as this is what some soldiers did.... singing and dancing in the street and giving out sweets at the death of one of the Hamas. Not that I feel any grief for him but this is not the Jewish way. But today I no longer think that there is a Jewish way. I think we have learned only too well of how to hate and how to conduct pogroms. They should remember the Peisach seder where God rebukes his angels for singing when the Egyptians drowned.

and this caricature appeared in one of the far right newspapers. If it had been from a newspaper on the left or a journalist/ whoever published it would already be sitting in jail/ If you want to know what this is about look at the pdf below. It is too complicated for me to go into it.

Sorry I wish I could write something positive

Henrietta Szold 2

Migdal Nofim Room 708

Kiryat Hayovel

Jerusalem 9650230

Israel

Tel 0528-375593

Nofim Tel 972-(0)2-6580222

Home 972 (2)6418387 no messages

Outrage as far-right minister suggests some pilots refusing air support for Gaza troops

Settlements Minister Orit Strock widely reported to ask at cabinet if some in Air Force are failing to carry out their duties for ideological reasons

Sorry I wish I could write something positive

Henrietta Szold 2

Migdal Nofim Room 708

Kiryat Hayovel

Jerusalem 9650230

Israel

Tel 0528-375593

Nofim Tel 972-(0)2-6580222

Home 972 (2)6418387 no messages

#It is a very sad day. Veronica phoned me this morning to tell me that Uta's mother had died after a long illness. I spoke to her just a few #even if only for a few days and since then we have been in touch all the time. I often thought of her when I was writing my letters and won #Then yesterday too my friend's grandson was mortally wounded. He has particles in his brain and there does not seem to be much hope. It wa #I can think of nothing positive happening in my life. Then I read of our president whom I realise does not have a brain in his head. He si #It is getting harder and harder to write. woman Orit Stroch. a settler #who wrote demanding to know whether the pilots who said they would not report for future reserve duty had refused to take part in the war?#Outrage as far-right minister suggests some pilots refusing air support for Gaza troops #Settlements Minister Orit Strock widely reported to ask at cabinet if some in Air Force are failing to carry out their duties for ideologic #https://www.timesofisrael.com/outrage-after-far-right-minister-suggests-some-pilots-refusing-to-support-gaza-troops #Today the Jerusalem municipality came to the tent of the families and took down and tore all their signs and a bunch of hooligans came pa #https://www.jpost.com/israel-news/crime-in-israel/article-779881 #779881 #After a long interval because of the war #we had not been to the DCO and decided to go. We were surprised to find about 15 men there. They had all been summoned by the ISA #the secret service. One indignantly told us that he had to pull his trousers down to his ankles and did not know why. They also told us tha #We then decided to see what is happening at the entrance to Beit Lechem from road 60. Until the war the road was completely open but this i #Shlomit got out to photograph and immediately a soldier came running up demanding our IDs. We told him we only have to show IDs to a police #as we were on the main road of the town and not in the area of the checkpoint #to be shown proof that where we were standing was a closed army area. He claimed that we had photographed him and said that it was easy to #He said he would phone the police and we said to be our guest. I said to Shlomit that it was just as well we had not driven off before we #Today we went to plant trees with one of the farmers from Burin. Not that I could help but I go to identify. This is how the others went up #But then we also have this......I remember how Israelis said what animals the Palestinians are that whenever there was an attack on Israeli #and this caricature appeared in one of the far right newspapers. If it had been from a newspaper on the left or a journalist/ whoever publ #Sorry I wish I could write something positive #Henrietta Szold 2 #Migdal Nofim Room 708 #Kiryat Hayovel #Jerusalem 9650230 #Israel #Tel 0528-375593

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lgbtqforeverything · 2 years

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rewatching stargirl: episode 12

- clock of dooom

- ok so it’s been 1 hour

- it took him an hour to tell 4 people some shit?

- henry is being gay jealous over barbara again

- crusher is sad about the fact that he has to kill pat this is gayyyyy

- ‘you never telling me about your big robot’ y’all do i really need to say it

- ok how the fuck does pat win the fight

- pat vs crusher call that dilf on dilf violence

- BARBARA VS PAULA CALL THAT MILF ON MILF VIOLENCE

- they are literally saying ‘like that’ to each other. i don’t even need to say it

- crusher is complimenting pat’s giant robot. guys it writes itself

- go mike!!!!

- PAT CALLED CRUSHER HIS OLD FRIEND WHAT DID I JUST SAY LAST EPISODE

- again: why the fuck does pat have a flip phone

- issac baby i love you

- damn anaya is hot

- who’s cabin is this

- awww rick drove them there

- rick and mike in the same shot i love to see it!!!

- cindy is such a bitch i love her

- damn these drs are hardcore

- i really wish the test had killed him :/

- beth the bestest girl in the whole world

- this justin/rick scene is amazing

- mike/court sibling moment hell yeah

- another crusher/paula bi4bi murder parents moment

- pat/rick parent/child moment!!!!!

- ‘you’re going to look after the dog’ yeah that was funny

- stripe runs so fucking weird

- i love the isa manifesto scene

- rick & justin would have been such a fun duo

#a. j. liveblogs

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nalgenewhore · 3 years

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dream of me

rowan x lorcan, regency era au, word count: 1963

Rowan is not surprised when a battered, bloodied hand appears on his windowsill.

He calmly stands from his reading chair and puts the leather-bound tome on the small end table. A candle burns steadily in its wrought holder, wax beads melting down it. Rowan picks it up and carries it with him as he walks.

A large body pushes itself up and heaves itself over the ledge. Lorcan’s hair is falling from the sloppy bun he’s shoved it into. The dark strands cling to his temples and the sides of his cheeks, raindrops falling down his face as it splits into a golden type of grin, “Evening, pretty boy.”

“Do you not know how to tell time, Lorcan?” Rowan asks casually. “It’s far past evening.”

A slight groan leaves Lorcan’s lips as he swings his leg over the windowsill and nimbly lands on the spot of hardwood before the thick carpet. Rowan used to have the carpet flush with the wall, but when Lorcan’s midnight drop-ins became frequent, Rowan quickly became tired of him trailing mud on it, so he moved the carpet for Lorcan to have a designated area.

Rowan sees the way Lorcan leans to the side and the way his arm is loosely wrapped around his waist. He sighs through his nose and waves the other boy to his bed, “Sit down. I’ll take care of those ribs.”

“There’s nothing-” Lorcan hisses through his teeth, “-nothing wrong with my ribs, Whitethorn.” He toes his dirty boots off and limps to the messy bed. The old frame creaks under his weight and Lorcan tries to hide his sigh of relief, but Rowan hears it all the same.

“Your clothes are soaking, Lorcan. You should change before you catch a cold,” Rowan says, refusing to look at Lorcan. The young duke abhors the fact that his pale cheeks blush, giving himself away at the thought of a shirtless Lorcan. Rowan busies himself by gathering the necessary medical fixings for Lorcan’s injuries.

It must’ve gone wrong, he thinks. Lorcan spends his nights breaking into the rich’s homes, stealing whatever he can. For a few weeks, he lets the town have its little fit and then, he offers his deductive skills to unearth whichever priceless treasure he’s kept hidden away.

They pay handsomely for his services. It humours Rowan, to keep his mouth shut and laugh quietly at them all. From the moment Lorcan emerged as the city’s up and coming investigator, Rowan knew there was something the young man hadn’t told them. And his suspicions had been confirmed on that fateful night, when Lorcan had mistaken the Whitethorn residence for the Havilliard’s. That night, he pushed Rowan up against the bookcase in the library, a wicked dagger at his throat. His wild eyes searched Rowan’s until they calmed and he stepped back. I know you won’t tell anyone, Master Whitethorn. Keep this between us, will you?

Obviously, Rowan agreed, though he made Lorcan swear to him that the Whitethorn mansion would never be a target. He added that Lorcan would come to him for help, whenever he so needed it, and Lorcan had done so ever since.

“Rowan. Rowan. Rowan,” Lorcan says, waving his hand in Rowan’s face. “Are you alright? Are you tired?”

“Of course I am tired, Lorcan,” Rowan snaps, tersely putting down the gauze and soft cloths. “I am made to wait up for you every night and patch you up, only to have you ruin my work the night after!”

The thief’s dark eyes widen and when he opens his mouth to respond, nothing comes out. Rowan stares at him for a moment, willing his gaze to stay on Lorcan’s face and not notice the way his loose cotton shirt sticks to the chiseled planes of his chest from the rain.

When he still does not speak, Rowan scoffs and picks up the wooden bowl. “I’ve got to fetch some hot water. Do not move.” He stalks into his bathing chamber, where he’s kept a bucket of boiled water. He boiled it earlier in the evening, meaning it was the perfect temperature after it sat for a few hours.

Rowan’s frown does not fade as he fills the bowl and puts the cotton cloths into the steaming water. He carries it back with him and sees Lorcan carefully pulling his shirt off. His entire left side, from hip to shoulder, is covered by dark purple and violent red bruising. Rowan’s breath hitches in his throat and he forgets that he is angry with Lorcan.

He rushes to the bed and puts the water bowl down, his hands light over Lorcan’s tender body. Despite the delicateness with which Rowan treats him, Lorcan still bites his lip to muffle the sound of his groan and his eyes screw shut.

Lorcan pants, “Are you going to help me or continue to prod me, Whitethorn. I’ve- fuck, I’ve broken them.” The skin above his heart tap-taps with its frantic beat.

“If you wish to be rude and uncooperative, you are free to leave,” Rowan says drily. He picks up the strips of gauze, “Lift your arms. Your ribs need wrapping.” Lorcan complies, groaning again when the motion causes him pain. “Would you stand, too?”

Again, Lorcan does as he’s told. He stands between Rowan’s spread legs, probably closer than is necessary or considered appropriate. Rowan doesn’t mind. In fact, he would like Lorcan closer, would like their bodies pressed together, would like to know if they fit as well as he thinks they do.

Neither speaks as Rowan snugly wraps the gauze around Lorcan’s middle. He doesn’t do it too tightly, knowing that if Lorcan cannot breathe normally, his lungs could catch an infection, like pneumonia. “What happened tonight, Lorcan?”

“I learned that the Perringtons had left for a month and broke in for the skull of Erawan,” Lorcan says, his voice low, nearly too quiet to be heard above the soothing pitter-patter of rain. “They came back early, just two days ago. Apparently Adarlan is not agreeable this time of year.”

Rowan snorts and tucks the ends of the bandage away. “What a shame.” He stands and gasps softly when he becomes near nose-to-nose with Lorcan. He’s so close he can differentiate the browns and onyxes in Lorcan’s depthless irises.

They share a breath for a moment, Lorcan’s full lips so close to ghosting over Rowan’s. “You- you should s-sit,” Rowan stammers out, that same damned blush blooming across his cheekbones. “Rest, you have been injured.”

Lorcan nods, silent, and lifts his hand to tuck a curl of Rowan’s light hair behind his ear, “Yes.”

Rowan moves so that Lorcan can sit again. He takes the spot next to Lorcan, and tucks a leg beneath him so he can face Lorcan. They all but refuse to speak as Rowan cleans the wounds on Lorcan’s face, his heart splintering at the long cut, indicative of a knife, slashing down Lorcan’s face. He breathes tremulously, his fingers shaking.

Rowan tenderly takes care of Lorcan's wounds and is powerless to stop the tears from lining his eyes. He hates this, seeing the boy his heart and soul belong to, so battered and bruised. So hurt, he can hardly breathe without pain.

Every night, it becomes more difficult to stand. He wishes every morning that he does not see Lorcan again, that he’s left, run away to the countryside like he once drunkenly admitted to dreaming of, without a note or a farewell. It’s a foolish hope of Rowan’s, really, but he’d rather be foolish than face reality.

“You are crying,” Lorcan notes. Rowan realises his cheeks are wet with tears. “Why are you crying, Rowan?”

Surely he must be joking, Rowan thinks. Surely no one is that dense. Surely Lorcan knows it’s all for him. “You are playing a trick on me,” Rowan says, dumbfounded. “You truly cannot be this stupid, Lorcan.”

The dark boy frowns, pulling back, “I am not stupid. I want to know why you are crying. It is not you that has been injured. What pain are you feeling?”

“You are stupid,” Rowan insists, tossing the cloth to the side. “You are the stupidest boy I’ve ever had the displeasure of knowing, Lorcan Salvaterre.”

Lorcan frowns harder, his temper flaring in those eyes of his, the ones Rowan dreams of. “Stop calling me stupid, Rowan. I cannot help you if I do not know what is the matter!”

Rowan stands, his arms flung out wide, “I hate caring for you! I hate, with a burning passion, caring for you.”

Hurt flashes across Lorcan’s face and it stays there. Normally, anger would be all too quick to follow, but his grave features remain drenched in agony. “How could- then why- what have I- I do not understand,” Lorcan says, his words shaking. “Why are you saying this to me? Why would you say that to me?”

“Because I hate it when you are hurt, Lorcan,” Rowan spits, too far gone in his rage to notice the beginnings of understanding in Lorcan’s gaze. “I hate it when you climb through my window and I hate it when I have to patch you up and I hate it when you return to the gutter, just to repeat this all over again.”

“Ro–”

“You told me you once despised this life. You told me that one day, you would leave and run to the country and never once look back.” Rowan swallows as tears roll down his cheeks. He sits down once more and, with such care and adoration, takes Lorcan’s face in his hands, “I pray for that day to come every night, so I do not have to see the boy I love hurt again.”

Rowan tips his forehead against Lorcan’s and whispers, “I love you, Lorcan. You… have my heart and my soul and whatever it is that makes me whole. And if you keep-” he chokes for a moment, his eyes falling shut, “-if you keep being hurt and showing up at my window, battered halfway to death, I will shatter into a thousand pieces that can never be put back again.”

“You love me?” Lorcan asks, his words light with wonderment and golden, golden hope. “You- you love me?”

“Yes,” Rowan breathes, confessing his most twisted secret. “With all that I am and all that I will ever be, Lorcan.”

“Ro,” Lorcan murmurs, his hand lifting to the curve of Rowan’s neck. “Rowan, open your eyes. Please… look at me, my darling.”

Rowan’s hummingbird heart flutters and trips over itself. He’s never been anyone’s darling and how lucky is he, to be Lorcan’s, the only person he will ever love and the only person he will ever tolerate. He opens his eyes, quietly searching Lorcan’s. “What is it,” he asks, barely above a whisper.

“I have loved you for years,” Lorcan tells him. “There is nothing in this god-forsaken life I want to take with me to the next one, save for you, Rowan. I love you, most ardently.”

The two boys smile softly at each other, twin spots of pink on their cheeks. It is Rowan who closes the distance between them first, pressing his rosy lips against Lorcan’s mouth and stealing his air. Rowan’s hands slip around Lorcan’s neck as Lorcan pulls him closer, mindless of the hurt in his body that pains at every movement.

They kiss slowly, they hold each other so closely, like the other is the most precious thing to them, like the other’s love and touch is the only thing they shall need in life.

And maybe it is. Maybe that’s all they’ve ever needed.

an: they deserve this and i deserve this so i was self indulgent and did what i wanted again <3 enjoy darlings

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hi twinsie 😻🤎

can u please write for isabela x fem reader where post movie isabela wants to do a little exploring of the encanto wilderness with her gf

basically they met during the rebuild of casita and reader is the weird artist girl of the town (she goes around barefooted (this is very important))

they started a secret garden and grow plants together (without using isa's powers) (they are plant moms) and they have a lizard son who's name is pipo (idk if this means anything in spanish???)

one day isa wants to see what the encanto has to offer so reader (who already saw it all) takes her to the woods and the mountains (it's off limits bc it's dangerous) and it's very pretty and pretty dangerous (animals, hills, etc) and pretty gay (maybe reader draws isabela in front of a beautiful waterfall 🥺)

however they stay in the mountains for the night and still dont come back until the tomorrow afternoon/morning so the family gets worried and when isa comes back and they (abuela) are like "u shouldn't go there it's dungerousss :(" "that girl is a bad influence" and she shows them reader's sketches of the encanto and she's like "yeah but the encanto is pwetty and SHE is pwetty uwu" and idk then??? they invited reader for dinner????

- me, not anonymous anymore bc im ready to face da fame

“Just let me be”

Isabela x fem reader

genre: fluff :)

i’m so sorry this took me like forever to post😭 i haven’t really been motivated to write lately so thank you for being so patient with me :) i hope you enjoy and i love the colors and that you’re not anonymous bc you’re ready to face the fame😎 also the pretty gay in pink has me laughing💀 you’re too funny

You walked Isabela home after a long day of running errands in town. She held your hand in hers as you two walked side by side. She was acting a bit strange, her usual happy demeanor now very tired and burnt out. It looked like the poor girl needed a break. After all, she hadn’t taken a day off since the rebuild of Casita, which was about 6 months ago.

You two met during the rebuild of the girl’s home actually, and you both hit it off immediately. Her family was glad that she had found someone that made her so happy and that she was finally able to be herself, but they couldn’t help but think your odd behavior and the fact that you walked around barefoot was strange. Well, not everyone in her family was glad. The town matriarch, Alma Madrigal seemed to have a problem with you. According to your girlfriend, Alma claimed that you were “a bad influence”. You were pulled out of your train of thought when you stepped on a rock and pain pierced through your foot.

“Ahh shit, ow!” you winced, breaking the comforting silence you and Isa shared.

The girl looked over at you worriedly, her eyebrows raised and eyes wide, her face plastered with worry. She stopped walking to make sure you were okay.

“Are you alright?” she asked, squeezing one your hands tighter as she used her other hand to cover her slightly gaping mouth.

You nodded “Just hurt my foot again, stepping on a rock” you said, embarrassed.

Your lizard, Pipo, was on your girlfriend’s shoulder and his sudden movement made you look away from the girl and towards your pet. He stared at you and you could’ve sworn he looked worried and wanted to make sure you were okay.

Isabela shook her head as you two continued to walk and she pulled your hand, swerving you away from any seemingly rocky areas in the road “See?! This is why I told you that it’s dangerous to walk around barefoot!!!”

Watching her pull your hand from side to side to avoid any rocks that could hurt your fragile feet, you giggled. Isabela showed her love for you in little ways like this, and it was just so adorable.

When you two finally reached the bridge that led to her home you stopped.

“Isa” you said, pulling your arm back to signal her to stop walking. The girl looked back, confused as to why you both had stopped when you were about to get to her house.

“Yes?” she asked, eyes as curious as ever and her expression filled with worry and a hint of tiredness.

“Are you okay? Like are you feeling fine? You seem a bit…. off” you said, hesitantly. The girl sighed, taking both of your hands as she fully turned herself around to face you.

“Well, sort of… it’s just that I-” she let out another tired sigh, struggling to say what was on her mind “Everything’s just been a little too much lately and I’m tired. Tired of all of it.” Her hands dropped to her lap in frustration and she looked down at the ground, tension building in her muscles.

You took her face in your hands and you tapped the area under your eyes, trying to signal her to look at you. Caressing her cheek softly, you pulled her in for a hug and the familiar scent of flower petals filled your nose. You smiled when she returned your embrace, hugging you tightly as she nuzzled her face into your neck. The two of you stood there for a few minutes, allowing the loud silence between you two to work its magic. Thankfully in that moment, you came up with a bright idea.

“Hey…” you said, smirking a bit as the girl’s tired and aching body rested on yours.

“Hm?” she responded tiredly, almost as if she was going to doze off. The vibration of her hum spread throughout your body, making your heart skip a little. You would’ve thought she had already fallen asleep if she wasn’t playing with the hem of your shirt.

“What do you say we go for a little getaway in our secret garden, just you and me? After all, you haven’t been there in a while” you asked.

Isabela jolted in your warm embrace and let out a dramatic gasp before she pulled away. She thought it was such a good idea, after all, it had been a good 2 months since she went to visit your garden.

“You’re genius! Yes of course!” she said, happily “We cannot abandon our responsibility as plant moms” she continued, now very serious. It seemed like she was truly invested in this.

You giggled “So it’s settled then? I’ll take you for some sightseeing too, like the stuff I show you in my drawings?” you asked.

The girl nodded her head before grabbing your face and giving you a bunch of little kisses.

“You’re so so so smart and you always know the best ways to cheer me up!” the girl exclaimed, her mood completely changing from what it was about 30 seconds ago. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Her previously tired eyes were now filled with happiness and her tired expression was now filled with excitement as if she was a child.

Her cheeks tinted pink as she squealed and ran in circles around you, speaking in a sing song voice “I’m gonna see my garden, with my beautiful girlfriend, who’s so amazinggggggg!” she exaggerated the ‘g’ in amazing way too much there, but it was so cute. You laughed as you watched her act like a child. She was just so precious and sweet, how could you not wanna squish and kiss her everywhere?

“How’s the progress with the flowers? Have our orchids grown since the last time I was there?” Isa asked, taking your hands as her eyes gleamed with a newfound happiness you had never seen.

“Well…” you started, tapping your chin with your finger “There’s only one way to find out… and that’s if you come to see it for yourself!” you told her this, winking at her as Pipo jumped from her to you, climbing up your shirt to make itself comfortable on your shoulder. It seemed as if it had agreed with your statement and wanted to sit with you to prove his agreement with your words.

The girl rolled her eyes adoringly “Fine, if you insist. I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

You nodded and Isabela gave you a quick peck on the lips before she skipped the rest of the way home contently, flower petals trailing behind her, the girl’s mind clouded with the possibilities of what tomorrow would bring. You stood at the bridge that divided the home from the town, watching her joy filled smile blow you a kiss before she entered her home, closing the door behind her.

It was finally the next day, and all you thought about was your amazing girlfriend and how fun sightseeing was going to be with her. You were in the plaza, painting the busy atmosphere and the buzzing people around you. Every stroke of your brush made you more and more restless. After all, she hadn’t seen the progress on all the new things you planted. Pipo sat on your shoulder and crawled down your arm, examining your art piece. You grabbed him gently and placed him back to his previous spot, returning to your train of thought.

Trying to return to your day dream, you were interrupted by the sudden view of a sunflower in your face. The comforting scent filled your nose and the sight of the yellow flower made you smile because you immediately knew who it was. Turning around, you pretended to be shocked to see your beautiful girlfriend standing there. A huge, genuine smile was plastered on her face, her dark skin glowing from the relentless sun, and her signature headpiece made her seem so lively and free. Seeing your smile, she laughed adorably at the sight of you, tucking the flower behind your ear. The sound of her laugh was so refreshing and it took your breath away.

“So…” Isa said, taking your hand “Ready to go?”

You didn’t think it was possible, but your smile grew even wider. You looked down at the ground, one of your hands stroking the back of your neck, and you laughed like a doting teenager in love.

“Yes” you told her, gathering your painting supplies and she helped you pick them up. Walking over to your house, she skipped alongside you and you watched the wind ruffle her hair and an unwavering smile remain on her face. After dropping your supplies off at home, you two made your way to the garden you shared, on the outskirts of the encanto.

Entering the garden for the first time in 2 months, Isabela couldn’t contain her excitement. Excited giggles and gasps escaped her as she looked at all of the progress the plants you grew together had made.

“Look at my little orchid! He’s gotten so big!” she exclaimed, kneeling down to the plant’s level.

You stood above her, admiring how happy she was “Well they aren’t so little anymore…” you smiled, thinking of other things to show her.

“Come look at our banana tree!” you grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the tree that stood 15 feet (4.6m) tall. The bananas were ripe and ready to eat. Their signature yellow color stood out when the sun shone on it.

“Wow! This is amazing!” Isa said, walking over to the tree “Can we eat them?” she asked curiously. You nodded and she reached for the banana, tippy toeing as much as she could, and grabbed two of them.

Munching on the bananas, she kept talking to you about how sweet they were and how they tasted better when you grew them yourself. You two spoke about other things you guys would like to plant in the future and without her knowledge, you jotted them down in your notebook. This would be the perfect birthday surprise for her.

After being caught up to speed on the garden’s status, you decided to take Isabela further out into the mountains to see more of the forest. You wanted to make this day as long as possible and spend as much time as you could with her.

Before you two knew it, a few hours had passed. You guys ran away from monkeys that chased you after you gave them some bananas, dodged random traps set by hunters, and maybe tried to hold yourselves back from kissing each other too much. After all, you couldn’t afford to get too distracted today. Or could you? Seriously though, she was just so… amazing. You were so in love.

You realized how quick time had passed when you found yourself at the top of a tree with Isa. You two sat on a sturdy branch and were eating some dragon fruit you guys found.

“Wow” Isa said, sighing contently “That was the most fun I’ve had in a while.”

“Yeah, me too” you responded “We should come here together more often.”

“Mhm!” your girlfriend exclaimed, taking a bite out of the fruit she was eating, making what she was saying almost seem like gibberish “Anf thenth we canf go cliff bumpimg!”

You laughed when a piece of the fruit she was eating fell out of her mouth and onto her lap. She picked it up and fed it to Pipo. Her hair was messy and wet from the falling rain, the colors on her dress more vibrant than ever, and her cheeks were tinted pink from the previously burning sun, or maybe it was her blushing. Either way, she wouldn’t admit to any of those options.

“I still have one more special place for us to go” you told her, grinning as you took your last bite of the fruit.

“And where could that be?” Isabela asked as she wiped her sticky hands on her dress. Gosh, she was such a child.

“Follow me” you said, jumping down from the tree as she followed. You took one of her hands softly and put it over her eyes as you held the other.

“Keep your eyes closed” you said.

“Is it this special that I have to cover my eyes?!” she exclaimed. You nodded but realized that she couldn’t see so you just responded with a ‘yes’ and laughed at your stupidity as you led her there.

As you began your short walk to the god forsaken place, you felt leaves crunching under your feet and the cool wind blow in your hair.

“It’s a very beautiful place and I know you’re going to love it.”

“Okay…” you said, facing her so you could see her reaction “You can open your eyes.”

When she opened her eyes, Isabela found herself in front of a beautiful waterfall. She walked past you a little, to the edge of the cliff. The sound of falling water crashing on the rocks filled her ears as she took a deep breath in to bask in this moment as much as she could.

“Wow!” she said, taking in the beautiful sight displayed in front of her. You two were at the top of a cliff and it was a bit windy. The waterfall stood in front of her and she watched water descend from the river above into the pool of water below. It was at least 100 foot (30m) drop. Her face was covered in total amazement. The wind blew in her hair and her dress along with it. She shivered at the cold breeze flowing through her and she stretched her arms, taking another deep inhale. The beautiful sunset casted a gorgeous yellowish orange color into the waterfall, and on to the vines alongside it. The water below was surrounded by endless hills of greenery and flowers.

“It’s perfect” your girlfriend said, turning around to face you “I… love it.”

You only responded with a smile and a light blush formed on your cheeks. Before you could say anything, Isabela cupped your cheek and pulled you in for a kiss.

It was even better than you could’ve imagined. Her pink lips that were so very soft were finally on yours, and it felt so exhilarating. Returning the kiss, you wrapped one of your hands around her waist and pulled her closer and used your other hand to caress her cheek.

Pulling away a little, your girlfriend whispered something onto your lips that almost made your knees buckle

“Thank you for doing this for me today, my flower. I love you so much.”

You chuckled in response as she continued to kiss you, her hands becoming tangled in your hair and your grip on her waist becoming tighter. Leaving a trail of kisses down your neck and onto your collarbone, she always said an ‘I love you’ between each one. You felt her soft lips smile against your skin after every time you giggled, it was so adorable. When she pulled away, you were visibly blushing, your cheeks tinted red as you bit your lip, scanning the woman’s figure.

“If you want me that badly just say it already” Isabela joked, taking your hand and leading you to the edge of the cliff, to watch the sunset.

When the sun finally set and stars decorated the night sky, you both decided it was way too late to go all the way back home so you found shelter in the cave behind the waterfall. You had been there a few times before so you knew it was safe. There was a small entrance that you two could squeeze through to go behind it. You took your sweater off and wrapped it around Isa, and if it wasn’t for her proposal to cuddle, you would’ve froze that night.

As you lied on the ground, resting your head on one of your arms, Isabela snuggled into your chest. Her warmth made contact with your skin. Relaxing a bit, you exhaled and Pipo made himself comfortable in your jacket pocket that Isa wore. She wrapped her arms around your waist and closed her eyes, the sound of the water crashing against the rocks and into the water accompanied both of your journeys into dreamland.

“Y/N?”

“Mhm” you responded, trying to make it seem you weren’t going to fall asleep just now.

“Thank you for today. I’m so happy we got to do so much together. I had a lot of fun, really.”

You smiled “I’m happy to hear that, señorita.”

Isabela giggled at your choice of words. Grabbing her hand, you brought it up to your lips and kissed it softly.

“Anything for you, princesa.”

Isabela couldn’t help but smile and feel like she was the luckiest girl in the world.

“I love you, Y/N” she said, kissing your cheek softly.

“And I love you more, my sweet Isa.”

The girl put her hand up between the two of you, wanting you to hold hands. You rolled your eyes adoringly and touched fingertips with her, going agonizingly slow to tease her. You looked down at her, watching her joyful expression as your cold hands made contact with her warm ones. Finally intertwining fingers, Isabela pulled your hand close to her and gave it one last kiss before she brought it in to the warmth of her neck.

The both of you made funny jokes, told stories, and made future plans before the two of you dozed off.

“Isa…” you said, words slurred due to your brain wavering between being awake and being asleep.

“Yes Y/N…” she responded, eyes fluttering closed as her grip on your hand never faltered. You didn’t realize that you never felt cold again after Isa started to hold your hand.

“What will your parents do if they notice you snuck out without telling them?” you asked, practically asleep at this point.

“I don’t know, Y/N…. but let’s worry about that tomorrow…. okay?”

“Yeah…. tomorrow”

Before you knew it, the both of you fell asleep in each other’s arms, behind a waterfall you had only ever been to a few times ever.

You woke up to the absence of Isabela’s familiar warmth. Opening your eyes, they felt tired, and your back and neck felt sore. As you sat up and stretched, your bones and joints popped and you felt your muscles very tense. You saw your girlfriend, hair messy and free, standing and watching the waterfall curiously. You walked up to her, wrapping your arms around her waist from behind.

“Oh hello, you’re awake” Isa said.

You let out a ‘hm’ before you spoke “Well of course, love. How did you sleep?”

The girl smiled before she turned around into your embrace, placing her hand on your cheek

“I slept amazing, I feel so…. refreshed.”

You smiled “I’m glad to hear that” you told her as you touched foreheads with her “What’s our plan for today?”

Isa’s happy expression changed into a worried one “I have to work in town today, and I’m sure my family has been worried sick, wondering where I’ve been.”

You frowned “I’m sure we can clear things up. Don’t worry about it Isa.”

The girl smiled “Hopefully they won’t get too angry. They already don’t like me hanging out with you…”

She watched your face change into a hurt expression as you looked down at the ground, feeling shameful “But I don’t care! That’s not gonna stop me from loving you. I promise” the girl said, putting out her pinky.

“You promise?”

“I swear it” Isa responded “On my life.”

Interlocking pinkies, your face returned to a smile and you told Isabela that it was probably best to return as soon as possible, but not without a few stops on the way back.

The poor girl was a nervous wreck the whole time you were returning home, but she tried to not let it affect her time with you.

When the both of you finally made it back to your girlfriend’s home, her whole family was there, about to send a search party out for the girl. When Isabela’s mother, Julieta saw her, she ran over and hugged the girl tightly.

“Mi vida where were you?! I was so worried!” The woman cupped her daughter’s face in her hands and you watched Isabela try her best to come up with any words that could help her get out of this without getting in trouble by her grandmother.

“I- I was out with Y/N, we were… exploring” Isa said, becoming a little pale.

Julieta looked over at you “Well if you’re with her then it’s okay…” she turned to you and grabbed your hands “Thank you for keeping her safe.”

You only responded with a slight nod and an awkward smile.

“What is going on here?” you heard an older woman say. Looking over, you saw your girlfriend’s grandmother, Alma. She wore a black sash, a dark pink dress, black boots, and her hair was tied in an “old woman” bun. She looked very worried but when she spotted you, her expression changed to anger.

Walking over to the both of you she cupped Isabela’s cheek and hugged her tightly “Ay mi amor, where were you? Are you hurt?”

Isabela shook her head “No Abuela. I’m okay.”

“Then do you care to tell me where you’ve been? You had me worried sick!” Alma folded her hands together, waiting for an answer.

“I was out exploring… with Y/N….” the poor girl was so afraid. Not because of what would happen to her, she was afraid of what her grandmother would say to you.

“Isabela! You know the outskirts are off limits, it’s very dangerous out there!” the old woman scolded.

“Did she make you do it?” Alma said, looking over at you in disgust. You cowered your head and looked away in embarrassment.

“I told you she was a bad influence! This girl here isn’t good enough for you! She’s just some child you claim to love she isn’t anything good she isn’t-”

“Abuela that’s enough!” Isabela cut her off “I love her and that’s that okay?! If you don’t support us there’s plenty of other people who will. I’m an adult and I can make my own decisions. I understand that you want the best for me but doing it this way isn’t right. I’m sick of you trying to dictate my life just let me live!”

She walked away from the old woman and took your hand, pulling it close to her chest.

“Do you even know her name? Know that she loves to draw? To paint? Did you know that she walks around barefoot? Did you know we have a pet lizard together? Did you know we have a secret garden in the woods that we created together Abuela? Do you know that she walks me home every night and slips me little notes under my bedroom door every morning? Did you know that she’s the one wiping my tears away every time I cry? Did you know that she loves me for me, and doesn’t force me to use my gift and act a certain way? No, you didn’t.”

Isabela looked away from her grandmother and at you teary eyed, eyes full of love and a burning passion for you.

“I love her and I’m going to spend the rest of my life with her. She is not a bad influence in any way. In fact, she’s encouraged me to become the best version of myself.”

Hearing your girlfriend say these things made you so happy. How had you gotten so lucky? She loves you so much, and she’s willing to sacrifice a lifetime of a perfect reputation for you.

Her eyes trailed down to the notebook in your hands, the one containing all of your drawings of the encanto.

“May I?” she asked, voice filled with fear.

You nodded and handed her the notebook. When she took it, her hands were slightly shaking and her face was pale. She was so nervous in this moment because she was going against a lifetime of expectations, and she had no idea what the outcome would be.

“Abuela look” Isa said calmly, showing her grandmother and her parents your drawings. Impressed gasps and ‘woah’s’ escaped them as their eyes scanned over the notebook. As Isabela flipped every page, their expressions became more and more shocked.

Finally closing the notebook, Isa held it close to her “Can’t you understand that I just want to see the world with the girl I love?”

As you watched her, the anger that previously filled you soon disappeared and you stood there, smiling like a hopeless romantic. This girl was so determined to protect who she cared about, even if it meant going against the people she loved.

Alma gasped at Isabela’s confrontation, eyes filling with tears as she sighed in defeat. She realized what she had been doing this whole time was extremely rude.

She turned to your direction and spoke “Y/N right?” the woman asked.

You nodded “Y-yes m’am.”

“Y/N…” the woman walked up to you, embarrassed of her actions.

She folded her hands in front of her as if she was praying “I want to apologize for the way I’ve treated you. If possible I would like to start over. Please forgive me.”

You stood in front of the elderly women, eyes wide in shock. Looking over to Isabela, her expression mirrored yours. Clearly, it was very unlikely for the girl’s grandmother to apologize for her wrongdoings. You no longer felt angry and agreed with her, nodding to her statement.

“I forgive you, Señora Alma. Thank you for apologizing.”

She turned to Isabela “And my sweet Isabela, I am so sorry if I’ve ever made you feel pressured to act a certain way. I just… don’t wanna lose you too.”

The girl gasped at her Abuela’s statement and hugged her “It’s okay Abuela. I forgive you.”

Alma pulled away from Isa and smiled calmly. She then turned to you and asked “Would you care to join us for dinner then? And your lizard is welcome too” she pointed her head towards her home, inviting you in.

You looked over at Isabela, who was practically flabbergasted at this turn of events. She nodded and mouthed a ‘only if you want’ so you didn’t feel pressured to say yes.

“I’d like that m’am” you smiled warmly.

“No need for formalities. You’re part of the family. Call me Alma.”

“I’d like that… Alma” you said as the woman signaled you to follow her inside.

Isabela took your hand and everyone made their way inside.

“If I’m being honest, I didn’t think she’d have a change of heart” Isa said. Pipo crawled from your shoulder to hers and she gave him a soft kiss on his head.

“Honestly… neither did I” you looked at her “Seems like miracles really can happen” you said as you bumped her hip, making your girlfriend smile. God that smile, it always had your heart fluttering. You’d do anything to keep her happy forever.

Wrapping an arm around you, she pulled you close and whispered something in your ear “Well now you’ve met my family, so you’re stuck with me.” You felt her soft lips move against your ear. It gave you chills.

“And I couldn’t be more happier, Señorita Madrigal.”

#encanto #encanto x reader #encanto imagines #encanto fanfic #encanto imagine #encanto 2021 #encanto isabela #isabela madrigal x reader #isabela encanto #isabela headcanons #isabela my beloved #isabela imagine #isabela x reader #isabela madrigal #disney #disney encanto #isabela madrigal imagine

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nymphadoratonqs · 4 years

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heheh of cOURSE I'm asking 002 for nymohadora tonks😍💖💖💖😂with that beautiful username change of yours!!!!!

AAAA i’m finally making my 15 year-old self’s dream come true and unashamedly becoming nympahdora tonks in my spare time 😂

002 | Give me a character & I will tell you

• How I feel about this character:

As you can probably tell, she’s my favourite. 😍 I mean, I love Remus Lupin and I will protect him with all I’ve got, but Tonks is my main girl and it’s time I’ve let the world know all about it! haha

• All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Mainly Fleur and Remus! But, as I said when I talked about Fleur, I don’t think those are necessarily mutually exclusive. I think there are multiple possibilities and I truly believe people can love more than one person at a time, and that sometimes monogamy and a bourgeois family unit are not the way to go to make someone truly happy.

• My non-romantic OTP for this character:

Tonks and Charlie are my friendship OTP! My headcanon is that they were friends at Hogwarts and had a great time taunting one another over their House’s Quidditch matches. In the best “queers band up together” spirit, I think they would have had some experiences to share since I see both their mums as fairly conservative in their own ways, too.

• My unpopular opinion about this character:

Where do I begin? 😂 I disagree with a lot of people in the fandom, especially other fellow Wolfstar shippers, about a great load of things when it comes to Tonks and Remadora. I don’t see her as a manipulative person who “forced Remus into a relationship he didn’t want to be in”, as I’ve seen people put it before, and I think that there’s a misogynistic and a biphobic tone to that interpretation of her character.

It’s also unfair to Remus to assume that he could be conned into a relationship because she was shown as the one who pursued him (and because of that scene in HBP where they argue about it in front of Molly), or that she “hooked him by getting pregnant” (!!!!). The way I see their relationship, Tonks saw through Remus’ deep insecurities and self-loathing and called him out on his bullshit. The “too old, too poor, too dangerous” speech is the essence of his character to me. He really thinks he’s not good enough for her, and that he would be harming Tonks by being in a relationship with her, as much as he wanted it. This only gets confirmed later on in DH when Harry calls him out for wanting to ditch his wife and unborn child to go on a mission. To me, that is Remus trying to cover his urge to punish himself for having gotten something he wanted and didn’t think he deserved by denying himself love and a family. It’s almost a suicidal move (no one can convince me he wouldn’t be out there jumping in front of hexes if he had gone out to fight with the trio), and I don’t think he was thinking clearly/coldly when he decided to leave.

I mean, no one concludes that Sirius is deep down a murderer who was just dying to go out there and off Peter when he went after him and ended up getting all those Muggles killed (even if he wasn’t the one who exploded them) – which was a very bad decision he made while highly emotional and, arguably, out of his mind. So why would a big chunk of the fandom collectively decide that Remus didn’t love Tonks and was just dying to break free of that “forced relationship” when he’s the one to make a decision out of fear, anguish and guilt that stems from his own self-hate? (Misogyny, that’s why.)

• One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I really fucking wish she would have lived. There was no good narrative reason for her to die, only shock value, and honestly fuck that.

• my OTP

This one is hard! I do think that Remadora had great potential. I truly think that they could have worked through their issues with time and therapy (which I can dream about because everyone deserves time and therapy to help them have a better life) because I think she would have brought out the best in him. Tonks is a bright, clever, skilled and overall badass person. She’s also kind and loving (hello, Hufflepuff) and FUN and Remus is a Marauder, ffs! I can see him slowly learning that he deserves to be loved, and feeling freer and freer to be himself around her. They could have been so happy together, and having them both die in the end was shit. I’m still bitter about that.

BUT here’s the catch: no woman has to stick with a man while he takes his (well deserved) time to work through his issues. Tonks doesn’t have to be his Manic Pixie Dream Chick and lovingly guide him to a land of stable mental health where he can be the partner she deserves.

And that’s where Flonks comes into the picture. Fleur may have her issues (like every human being on the planet does), but they wouldn’t get in the way of them making each other happy. I think they are both awesome witches (brave and bright and talented) and they would make a great Auror & Curse Breaker team. They could build each other up and have an amazing life filled with love and gay things and I would absolutely love that.

• a headcanon fact:

Throughout the years, the idea of Tonks being non-binary has grown on me. With the ability to morph your body, having to stick to what society expects from a female or a male body to look like and what that means to your own gender identity doesn’t seem like something Tonks would ignore, to me. As someone who’s seen rebelling against what’s expected from her (which, in canon, sounds a lot like “Not Like Other Girls Syndrom”, but I digress), I can see it as something she would want to explore about herself.

Still, I think I still would have a lot more to learn before I could write a story that featured this headcanon. As a cis person, I believe I’m at a point where I still need to hear a lot more, rather than speak myself when it comes about gender non-conforming.

Oh, and by the way, I was gifted a Flonks fic that features NB Tonks this year for Femme Fest and I really loved what Isa did with the headcanon. It was so meaningful for the story and it also shook me a bit out of my comfort zone in the best of ways. I really really recommend it!

#watch me lose folllowers over the remadora talk lmao #nymphadora tonks #flonks #remadora #headcanons #character asks

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henrik-von-schneeplestein · 4 years

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sorry we keep coming to bother you with stuff like this, but did you happen to see the nasty 'creepy comment' about ego shipping huffle-dork made before retagging it? that horrid septic-dr-schneep came in with their own stupid post. are shippers in the wrong for being upset? should there be an anti ego shipping tag for those that don't like it you think? (sorry if including their names doesn't sit well with you) ~🥀

Yiiiiikes omg I was at work and didn’t see at all but I did some ~research~ and jesus fucking christ lol

Shippers are definitely allowed to be upset at being called creepy (can’t believe that needs saying but this is the JSE fandom so) but honestly this is one of those things that I don’t even have the capacity to be angry about anymore. Anyone who ships the egos has heard this, and we’ve heard it eight million times. We know exactly what these people say about us, and we also know that no one else in the community cares. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it every day if I have to: the reason things like this are so asinine and hurtful are because ego shippers are without contest the nicest part of this fandom (they’re also the most talented, which is I think a bigger part of the issue than people realize lol - for some of those people, it truly is jealousy). I don’t give a single fuck if people in this fandom like me; it’s when I see people, especially LGBTQ+ people, talk about how ashamed they feel of shipping and making secret blogs to avoid backlash for it, that I get angry. Because to see the kindest, most welcoming people in the fandom feeling like they don’t belong - being told that they don’t belong - is heartbreaking.

I didn’t see the ‘should people who hate ego ships have their own tag’ part of the discourse, but all I can say is that if the concept of gay people writing stories that represent their own identities makes you so angry that you feel the need to comment on it in literally any way that isn’t ‘hey I personally don’t like ego shipping so don’t tag me in it or send it to me,’ I don’t think what you need is a tag, I think what you need is probably therapy.

Unless what you meant is should there be a specific tag they can block, in which case the answer is absolutely: the name of whatever ship they’re uncomfortable with. It’s absolutely valid to be uncomfortable with/hate a certain ship - I’m sure plenty of shippers have a few - and if there’s more than one, you can easily block more than one ship name. If you hate the concept of any of these male characters being shipped together, it’s your responsibility to block all those tags. Some people may tag ‘ego shipping’ on fanworks they post (sometimes it’s nice to do - I track ‘ego shipping!’ Get that exposure, y’all!) but that’s in no way required. It’s not something that necessitates warning, like violence or sexual content; there’s nothing inherently objectionable or controversial about ego shipping (or any other queer content) so it doesn’t need to be tagged and it most certainly doesn’t need to be warned for.

By the wayside, using names is fine on my blog. I’m definitely a big believer in ‘if what you’re saying is justified, you sign your name to it and don’t subpost or be passive aggressive; own it entirely, otherwise it’s just gossip and shit talk.’ I’ll always risk ‘drama’ to make my stance clear. Every time I see a blog that has one of those weird insult things isa-ghost gives out in their description - idk if it’s an AU or like a joke but they’re like “’ugly carrot’ according to isa-ghost” or “’unwanted suitcase’ according to isa-ghost” - I desperately want to add “’petty shipper’ according to isa-ghost” to my description but I mean I think that might validate the ‘petty’ part a little too much jghjfgh. ‘Horrid’ is maybe a stronger word than I would use for s-d-s but I mean if they’ve made you feel uncomfortable you have a right to say so. I’ve never had an issue with people just saying on their own blog that they personally don’t like shipping which to the best of my knowledge is what that person mainly sticks to, even if I agree it’s pretty clear that her stance is the same as the people who are actively horrible to us, and I did take issue with something (unrelated to shipping) she said once so I don’t really interact with her. The blogs I’m always talking about that I really find disgusting are the ones that call us gross, the ones that claim we shouldn’t like it or should ‘trigger warn’ it, the ones who say we don’t belong in the community, the ones who say we should ‘have our lgbt cards taken away’ lol. That’s the thing - we literally are asking for the most basic of respect. The bar is literally underground, and these people just keep picking up shovels.

Honestly, my reaction to this happening is ‘well, what are we gonna do about it?’ Not in a defeatist way - I’m genuinely asking. What can we do to make sure all the wonderful, creative, talented, sweet ego shippers know that they’re valued members of this community, and deserve better than this kind of treatment? To anyone who may still be reading who isn’t actively a shipper but likes to consider themselves a kind & welcoming community, I’m sorry, but I need to ask you to do better. If you see someone saying something actively mean or disrespectful about ego shippers, at the very least, unfollow & stop interacting. I know that’s a big ask, even if it shouldn’t be, because these are big blogs and you want to feel included and have friends. But continuing to support them is by nature saying that it’s acceptable behavior, that it’s just a difference of opinion, and again, once it crosses that line, it’s not anymore. By all means, interact with people who don’t ship and don’t like shipping - interact with ONLY those people if you want. And of course I can’t tell you what to do when it comes to the downright mean people, I’m just asking you to consider what you’re saying when you tolerate people who insult and demean certain community members for no reason, and I’m also asking you not to further insult us by telling us you support us while making it very clear that you don’t care if we’re treated with basic respect or not.

And to the shippers, my ‘what can we do?’ is a genuine, open-ended question. If there’s anything that I personally can do to make you feel welcome in this community, please tell me what it is. I’m not a very popular blog at all, but you should always feel free to tag me in/send me any ego ship content and I’ll happily reblog it, and god knows I’m always around to talk about ships, AUs, headcanons, and that kind of thing! I’m also around to talk just in general - if you’re feeling ashamed, angry, or sad about your place in the fandom, I’ve always got open ears and heart emojis for you. I love you very much and I’m glad you’re here.

#long post #discourse kind of but like I truly don't think any of this should be controversial #it just sucks #spiritually sending shippers the holy trinity of relevant Taylor songs as comfort #(mean/shake it off/you need to calm down)#and cookies and hugs #love you #asks #anon #🥀 anon

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the-heaminator · 1 year

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I posted 6,782 times in 2022

That's 6,755 more posts than 2021!

516 posts created (8%)

6,266 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@starflight-reblog

@fireandiceland

@disneyprincessdxminatrix

I tagged 5,599 of my posts in 2022

Only 17% of my posts had no tags

#yes - 847 posts

#the heam speaks - 90 posts

#biology - 74 posts

#ask answered - 73 posts

#hws england - 67 posts

#pruk - 55 posts

#the heam writes - 41 posts

#yea - 28 posts

#canon being built different - 27 posts

#fruk - 27 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#“oh my god what is this frenchified clown dutch? what are you doing? why do i find it so cute? oh my god i’m going to have a stroke. i need

My Top Posts in 2022:

HETALIA CHARACTERS AS SHIT I'VE HEARD TEACHERS DO AND SAY

America: *chases a child around in a Caterpillar costume on all fours and screeching*

England: "The best way to get rid of a body is either dissolving it in acid or feeding it to pigs"

Germany: "I feel like I'm aiding and abetting some criminals here"

Prussia: "This is a but, and a very big but it is"

France after someone makes too many virgin jokes: "Well you should be a virgin and if you aren't then please give my condolences to whoever gave you your first rodeo, they just have been so dissapointed"

Russia: "You can make a molotov cocktail at home using alcohol and a rag, but don't tell you parents I told you this"

Denmark: *Walks around school in neon green speedos and a neon pink raincoat*

Latvia: "My ears may be small but they hear all your secrets"

Italy: "mAMMa mIa this computer will be the death of me!"

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PROMPTS FOR HETALIA POLYSHIP WEEK 2022

(June 14/Day 1) Sleepy mornings/ Winter/ Pets

(June 15/day 2) First Kiss/ space/ Family

(June 16/Day 3) Rainy day/ Spring / Storms

(June 17/day 4) Lets get you out of those wet clothes/ And there was only 1 bed/ Supernatural

(June 18/Day 5) Flowers/ Painting/ Beach

(June 19/Day 6) Tiredness/ Angst/ Murder

(June 20/Day 7) Road trip/ Childhood/ Family

(June 21/Day 8) Whatever the fuck you want.

Please if you have any queries or requests ask in @magictrio1118 or @heta-polyweek2022

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The real question is which nations would have a tumblr

My bet would be on Iceland

127 notes - Posted November 7, 2022