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blueberrywhale123 · 6 months

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I really like your writing. Can you what a Leonetta one shot?

Absolutely! Sorry for the wait, it took me some time to figure out a plot that I could wrap up in one post 😄

I'm still longwinded, so my apologies!

I got the idea from a headcanon I saw that said Violetta slips love notes into Leon's locker, which I thought was adorable!! Here ya go!

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It was a perfect day for a walk; the sun was streaming through the trees, their branches so full of leaves that they formed a canopy of glowing green overhead and a light breeze whispered gently through the park. Many people were out enjoying the fine weather, walking and biking their way down the paths. León and Violetta strolled together down one of the few quiet walkways, arms wrapped around each other as if to ward off a chill that wasn’t even there. Violetta had her head resting on León’s shoulder, occasionally closing her eyes, perfectly content to let León lead her where he wanted to go.

“Are you asleep,” The chuckle that came out of León’s mouth rumbled under Violetta’s ear and she smiled to herself.

“Maybe,”

“I guess I’ll just have to carry you, huh?” Violetta felt him stop and bend to scoop her up and quick as a whip, she jumped out of reach, giggling like mad.

León grinned, holding out his hand and Violetta drifted back, shaking her head. “Fine, I’m not sleeping.”

“I can see that,” León murmured into her hair. They stayed silent for a moment, meandering out of sight from joggers and bikers, just enjoying each other’s company.

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” Violetta was instantly standing straight as could be, her attention focused solely on her boyfriend. León fought to keep a nonchalant look when he wanted to smile at Violetta’s wide brown eyes boring holes into his head.

Violetta forced him to stop walking and laid both hands on his chest. With a bright and cajoling grin, Violetta asked, “Where is it?”

León’s lips quirked in a smirk as he leaned down into her face, “It’s-” here he paused to tap his finger on the tip of her nose- “not ready yet.”

Violetta took the collar of his shirt loosely in both hands and ever so gently but ever so insistantly tugged, her beautiful smile transforming into an equally enchanting pout. “León, you can’t tell me you have a surprise and not be ready to give it to me! Can you at least tell me what it is?”

“Then what’s the point of it being a surprise,” León asked, finally allowing himself to fully grin at his girlfriend’s pouty face, rubbing his thumb along the hem of her shirt where his hand rested on her waist.

“Please,”

“No, no,”

“Please,” Violetta tried once more.

“Nope,”

Seeing that León was not budging anytime soon, Violetta dropped the issue with only a small venomless glare, roughly scooping up his hand to hold as she tugged him further down the lane. León merely laughed at her and followed along. They walked for five minutes in companionable silence, admiring the blooming flowers and the warmth of the sun when León spoke.

“Next week you can have your surprise.”

Violetta flashed a mild scowl. “I’m trying to forget about my very distance surprise, please.”

“Okay, sure,” León put his free hand in the air to surrender, but when Violetta turned back to watch a butterfly land on its flower of choice, León leaned close and whispered in her ear. “It’s pretty big. You’ll love it. Totally worth the wait you’ll have to go through.”

“León!” Violetta whirled around on her snickering boyfriend and fought back her disbelieving laugh.

“That was your hint,” León defended himself. She raised her hand to lightly hit his arm and León only snickered harder. Violetta covered her mouth to hide the laughter that was escaping, allowing León to tug her back into his embrace.

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“Someone’s in a good mood today,” Olga crowed from where she was leaning in the doorway. “Could you have seen a special someone; a Mr. You-Know-Who?”

Violetta grinned so hard her cheeks felt like they were splitting as she tried to answer as nonchalantly as possible. But it was no use; León had her so besotted with love that it was impossible not to enter the house after spending time with him without the whole house taking notice of her giddy happiness.

“Well I have something that’ll fix that,” Angie said as she descended the stairs, a chipper smile on her face which foretold of doom. Hoisting a textbook into the air, Angie spoke the dreaded subject’s name: “Geography.”

Violetta sagged, “Oh no, Angie, please, not now. I won’t be able to concentrate.”

But Angie was not to be swayed. “Nuh-uh, let’s get up to your room and get busy so your dad doesn't have a reason to ban your little dates because of schoolwork, okay?”

Violetta trudged up the stairs after Angie and they cracked open the textbook, pouring over its contents for a good hour before Angie finally declared they could take a break. Violetta fell back against her mattress with a sigh and stared blankly at the ceiling, willing the maps dancing across her vision to dissipate.

“So, how was your date,”

“Great,” Violetta couldn't stop the dreamy sigh that escaped her lips, nor did she really care. It was Angie, her tutor was like a mother - well, no she was too young to be her mother, perhaps her aunt - and Violetta had never felt safer with another woman, like she could tell her anything and trust it would be kept in confidence.

Violetta sat up in bed, that special smile that peeked its way through when anything involving León came up forcing itself across her lips. “He said he has a surprise for me. Next week. He won’t tell me what it is, though.”

Angie smiled, “That does ruin the whole point of them, doesn’t it?”

“That’s not my point, Angie,” Violetta groaned goodnaturedly. “Anyways, it’s not too big of a deal. I’m excited about the surprise now, but I just really wanted him to tell me earlier.”

“Well, you’ve never liked surprises,” Angie eyes went distant before she shook out her waves and leaned forward. “You’re really happy with León, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” Violetta’s eyes shone with her happiness in tandem with her response.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I was a little surprised when you said you liked León. Only because I knew León before. But, I can see why you love each other so much. All the teachers think you’re precious, by the way.” Angie patted Violetta’s knee, her smile still firmly in place.

Violetta scrunched up her shoulders, almost shy, her fingers looping around the loose thread on her bedspread. “León takes such good care of me, Angie. I didn’t even think it was possible to be so cared for and not feel smothered, but León doesn’t try to control me, he just supports me and respects me. I feel so safe with him.” Violetta looked up to ensure that she wasn't boring Angie and Angie nodded encouragingly.

“I love all the little gifts and things we do. Even when I’m upset, he finds a way to make me feel better.” Violetta’s hands sought her diary out of habit. “Sometimes I feel like I’m not doing enough for him. He does so much for me.”

“Well, you could think of something to give him. What about flowers? Even boys might appreciate some flowers every once and a while. Or a card? Something that really tells him how much you appreciate him.”

“Oh, I could write him a song,” Violetta burst out, delighted with herself.

Angie nodded approvingly. “You definitely could.”

Violetta suddenly deflated. “But it’ll take a while. What can I do in the mean time?” She sat in deep thought, geography forgotten.

“What about a note?” Angie suggested. “You write a lot so it shouldn’t be too hard.”

“Angie that’s perfect!” Violetta pulled Angie into a tight hug and scrambled to grab her pen. Angie laughed quietly to herself and left her charge to her project. The last sight she saw before her mind swarmed with words all begging to be expressed was Angie’s fond look as the door closed.

The next day, Violetta had held tighter to her diary than usual, her precious note to León tucked safely within its pages. It had taken her far longer than she’d thought to compose it, all her inner thoughts that she couldn’t find a way to say vying for a chance to be put pen and paper, but in the end, her desire for conciseness won out and she was able to fit a rather meaningful letter onto one page. All morning, Violetta had been near giddy with excitement and nerves, her mind conjuring scenario after scenario of how León would react to her little gesture.

She finally had her chance to slip into his locker before dance class. She had changed earlier than most and was happy to see that León was nowhere in sight - most likely getting his dance clothes on. With silent steps, Violetta crept up and slipped the note between the slots. Then she hid behind the door, partially peeking to watch for León.

He was not long in coming, Andres by his side as they chatted. Violetta watched with bated breath as he waved Andres on and unlocked his locker. The letter fluttered to his feet and León stooped to pick it up, examining it and opening it.

“Vilu!” Cami called; her and Fran all but ramming into her with a chorus of giggles. “Come on, you’ve gotta start stretching.”

“But-”

“Come on, girlie. Girl Code. We need to talk.” Camila pleaded and Francesca let out a nervous giggle that signified something erring on the important side. With a sigh, Violetta allowed herself to be dragged away.

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León flipped the piece of paper over for any identifying marks but found nothing. With a shrug, he opened the letter and was met with a handwriting he was getting more and more familiar with each day. Violetta’s neat, loopy words greeted him.

Dear León, I wanted to show you how much I love you, even if it’s just a letter. I am happy that I chose you when it comes to love. You came into my life like a knight in shining armor, a blessing, and I will forever be grateful to you for making it so easy to fall in love with you. I just know that every love song I ever write from now on will be inspired by you and your beautiful smile. Mi amor, you have my heart.

León’s lips stretched into a wide grin of their own accord. He reread it before folding it back up and slipping into the pocket of his jeans which lay rolled up in his duffel bag; already he knew that he would be rereading it many times throughout the day. Heedless to the lovesick smile he wore, León entered the classroom that was filled with students in various stretching poses. He spotted Violetta immediately, like a bright light shining through the foggy night and his heart flipped in his chest when she laughed at something Francesca said. She caught his eye and his heart went from flipping to racing.

Without a thought, León strode up to Violetta, leaned in close, and pressed a kiss to her cheek. He was faintly aware of Camila and Francesca squeaking and the fact that they were fairly close by, but in the moment, nothing else mattered but Violetta’s soft warm cheek against his lips, the swift intake of breath to her lungs, and the hand that she laid to rest on his waist.

“What was that for?” Violetta asked when he pulled away, her eyes sparkling like stars, and it was all he could do not to pull her into his arms and hold her all class.

“Nothing much,” León’s cheeks hurt from smiling but he could do nothing else.

Violetta nodded, nibbling on her bottom lip to keep her smile from stretching from ear-to-ear. León gave her hand a quick squeeze, nodded to Camila and Francesca, and moved to do his stretches as if floating on a cloud.

It wasn’t until the end of the day when he brought up the note. As they walked along the path that led towards Violetta’s home, León said, “Thank you for the letter.” Violetta turned her face into her shoulder and grinned, clinging tight to his arm.

“I’ll write you more if you’d like.” She promised, her sweet, expressive eyes falling on him in such a way that León felt for a long time that no one else in the world existed but the two of them.

León smiled, lifted her hand to his lips, and kissed her knuckles tenderly. “I’d love that.”

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León was attempting his tie for the fifth time, hoping that one of his groomsmen would notice and take pity on him and his shaking hands but also hoping that they wouldn’t. It was his wedding day, he was allowed to have nerves without being ridiculed. Somewhere in the same hotel, Violetta was surrounded by her bridal party, fussing and primping to the last minute, waiting for the moment when they would finally walk down the aisle and become husband and wife. Just the thought of her sent his heart racing faster than ever. Was she as nervous as he was? All day long, León had a bundle of nervous energy pooling in the pit of his stomach as the minutes ticked away like hours. Why was it taking so long? And why couldn't he tie his tie correctly?

“León,” Andres sidled up next to him nonchalantly, his eyes flickering from side to side before he slipped a piece of paper into his hand. With a firm pat on the back, Andres turned to face León’s front and fiddled with the tie around his neck, leaving León to examine the paper.

It was a letter, Violetta’s loopy script as familiar as home now after so many years. Peace flooded his body as León unfolded the letter, only remembering the outside world when Andres tilted his head for better access to his collar.

Mi amor, Today is the day. It is such a special day that I thought I would do something for old time’s sake. You don’t know how much I’ve longed for this time to come, where I can walk down that aisle as the wife of León Vargas, the love of my life. Knowing you has been the adventure of my life. This is our beautiful love story and we are never meant to be apart. And I want you to know that although singing is who I am, so is loving you. Throughout the years, you’ve been my support and my strength, I have flourished with you by my side and I can’t wait to continue this next step of life with you. I will never regret choosing to love you, my prince, my precious love. There is no one I feel safer with than you. Let’s walk hand and hand forever. Be the lyrics in my song. Te quiero mucho, Your soon-to-be wife, Violetta

León folded the letter, his eyes misty, his mouth beaming, and looked up when Andres patted his shoulders. “Tie’s done.” His best man said before leaning closer. “Feel better now?”

León laughed, his nerves replaced with or perhaps revealing themselves to be overwhelming excitement, and said, “Yeah, let’s not keep the bride waiting.”

#violetta #violetta castillo #leon vargas #andres calixto #this is pretty long #hope ya'll like it #I slaved over this #thanks for the ask!

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princess-stabbity · 2 years

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My grandmother died a month ago. October 4th would have been her 87th birthday.

She was one of my favorite people. She was smart and funny and open-minded and seemingly reflexively kind. I hope she knew how much I admired her. I tried to tell her, but she was resistant to praise in that manner of people who've struggled with self-esteem all their lives.

I'll grant my great-grandmother this: it wasn't easy to be a single mother in 1935, especially at the tail end of your teens. I remember hearing once that her father threatened to disinherit her if she kept the baby, but she stood her ground. I'm not sure why; as Grandma herself said to me just months ago, her mother resented and perhaps even hated her for a long time.

The history of mental illness in the family didn't start with Great-Grandma Rose, and I doubt the cycle of abuse did, either. So I feel sympathy for her, but clear-eyed about the harm she did to Grandma. As the oldest, and perhaps because of the circumstances of her birth, Grandma got the brunt of everything. Her stepfather loved her and tried to insulate her when he could, but it wasn't as though he was immune to Rose's rages, either.

So it's astonishing she was able to break that cycle of abuse. My father was the oldest, and he doesn't remember this story, but she certainly did: once, when he was very little, she entered the room and he hid under the table from her. It was at that moment she realized he was afraid of her, like she'd been afraid of Rose. Horrified, she made a conscious decision not to be the mother hers had been.

And she succeeded. I pointed out to her once, when she was stressing about whether to accept my uncle's offer to move in with him, that it said something about the kind of parent she'd been that all three of her children wanted her to live with them. She was quiet for a moment, before admitting I had a point. Her tone of voice suggested she'd never thought of it that way.

When my parents got married, she told Mom she wasn't going to be one of those grandparents who doubled as free babysitting. I teased her about that last time we were out here, because in fact she became a third parent to her other grandchildren and loved it. My aunts and uncle needed the childcare, but Mom has always maintained that Grandma needed it, too: the second-oldest (after me) was born shortly after my grandfather died, and Grandma needed a reason to keep going. She once said to me her only regret was that she wasn't able to do that with me, too, since we always lived so far away.

But it wasn't just blood relatives she nurtured in this way. When I say she was reflexively kind, I mean she seemed to just instinctively adopt people. My mother calls her "Mom," having been touched by how Grandma identified her to strangers as "my daughter" and not "my daughter-in-law." Mom even hitchhiked her way to their house once, after a nasty fight with her own parents, back when she and Dad were only dating.

Countless friends of her children or grandchildren came to find her home a safe place for them--some even literally moved in for periods of time. (One brought a pet snake with him, which she was tolerant but unenthusiastic about.) She told me back in May she was touched and surprised when a high school friend of my uncle sent her flowers and thanked her, telling her that being able to come to her house and curl up with one of her books was a lifeline for him during a very difficult time.

Those books were important to Grandma. I don't know if her belief in the importance of education and knowledge was passed down by someone, or if it was something unique to her. But I know it shaped us: you can draw a fairly direct line from her encouraging my father to look up the answers to his questions in the thick encyclopedias upstairs, to my father encouraging me to read his any of his books I wanted when I was little. When going through her keepsakes for the memorial, I found a folder containing the program from my college graduation and one of Dad's grad school papers. He told me during the memorial that he'd been trying to finish his doctoral thesis in time for her to read it.

Some of my favorite things we found were mementos from her nursing school graduation. I loved them because she loved them. She went back to school as a mother of three, and graduated valedictorian of her class at age 36. Taking that path introduced her to a calling she was damned good at, and her best friend in the world, her classmate, Charlie.

Maybe one of the rarest things about Grandma is that she was willing to be wrong, and admit it. It's a quality I've found few people possess, particularly people who pride themselves on their education and intellect. That's a shame, because it makes you a better person and, perhaps ironically, likelier to be right, since you remain open to new information. I feel incredibly lucky she passed this trait on to my dad, and I'm trying to cultivate that in myself. I can't begin to explain how it feels, as a child or teen, to have a parent or grandparent say, "You know what? I looked into it, and you were right."

It's difficult to summarize such a long and interesting life. This is a woman who survived having their living room windows shot out during Pearl Harbor. Whose sixteenth birthday was spent in a German hospital, sick and happy by turn, as her stepfather and best friends surprised her with gifts between bouts of anesthesia-induced vomiting. Who went from the sea of mixed people in Hawai'i to being one of the only non-white people in a small Midwest farming town. Who met a boy while working at the local drive-in and never wavered in her love for him through a quarter century of widowhood. Who didn't have any illusions about her mother's abuse, but still personally cared for her through Alzheimer's because she wanted to. Who spent decades trying to discover who she was and where she came from, yet was unapologetically herself even as a young woman. Who never stopped wanting to learn, to listen, to understand, even as she neared 90 years old.

I've been trying to write this for a month now. It was so easy to pour my heart out when my cats died; why was I struggling to write something for my grandmother? Eventually I realized it's because I wasn't there. It feels so silly, like I failed one of the earliest mental development milestones, but it's true: I wasn't there when she died, so it doesn't feel real. I spent my whole life living far away from her. We would come out and visit, often for a month or more, but most of the time we were two thousand miles apart. My whole life, she was just a phone call away. Not here, not visible, but still very real.

At Grandma's memorial, my cousin gave a wonderful speech in which she shared a quote Grandma had told her she wanted displayed at her funeral, and explained its significance. It was from, of all things, a menu Grandma had saved, from some cruiseline that operated between Hawai'i and California. My cousin said she believed it resonated with Grandma as someone who was never quite at home anywhere in the world, but in whom the world felt at home. It concluded, "Until we meet again."

As I sit here in her home of sixty years, I feel like she's always just in the other room. Out of sight, sure, but never gone. I have too many fond memories of lazy afternoons here, her presence never far. I wonder if she felt this way about Papa; she always said she was still married, they were just temporarily separated.

Maybe it's true. Maybe she's not gone, she's just in another room. And someday I'll walk into that room and find her drinking a screwdriver and enjoying a good book, and she'll say she missed me.

#this is pretty long

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laur-rants · 7 months

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I love when my borzoi does the thing

#borzoi #echo the borzoi #sighthound #puppy #art #my art #comics #my comics #illustration #my illustration #shes so ridiculous because her nose is too long to like #see things #so she has to #throw her head back to look at something #and see with her big stupid eyes (affectionate)#i love her shes so wild and pretty and such a ridiculouus creature #im love her

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sabertoothwalrus · 9 days

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UHMMMMM what if T4T labru

#only reason she probably wouldn't use they or neopronouns is cause I can't realistically see them used in that setting. maybe a modern au #I don't think she'd mind being called Laios. or King.#I think he'd like having long pretty hair that looks more like his mama :)#kabru is transmasc kui told me #dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi spoilers #laios touden #trans laios #kabru #labru #transgender #agender #my art #comic

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wasabi-gumdrop · 8 days

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local ladies man’s signature move totally useless against autistic monster enthusiast. more on Kabru’s fumble era at 6

#i’ve seen so many interpretations of that 1 hr freeze frame of Kabru’s smile in ep 16 #he’s meeting his long time crush of course he’s trying to charm him #Kabru so obviously has a big fat giant crush on Laios #like atp in the story he’s tried to talk to him and get his attention so many times agjdjajdj #Laios is the human rubix cube he’s been searching for his entire life #everyone else is almost too easy for Kabru to pin down #Laios on the other hand … a treasure trove of autistic mystery #Kabru is so locked in #Kabru used signature move: charming smile #Laios: no effect!#there’s something so beautiful about the popular pretty boy entering his fumble era when his one true love turns out to be autistic #labru #laios touden #kabru of utaya #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #wasabi rambles #seen so many clock that smile as nefarious and machiavellian #baby no Kabru is just dialing the charm up to 100 and what we’re all feeling is second hand embarrassment LMAO

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fuckyeahchinesefashion · 7 months

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when your roommate is a really handsome woman by 于钦然

#china #douyin #fun #video #comment section has her photo when she is long haired really pretty

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basshole-astard · 9 months

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PSA: i keep seeing posts about staying cool in extreme heat that include advice like "gatorade is bad actually!" and "don't drink fruit juice it'll just dehydrate you!" and neither of these are true!

regarding fruit juice: there's apparently a misconception that Any Sugar At All will dehydrate you, and that's simply not true. yes, sugar will make you pee more when consumed in large amounts, but 1) the natural sugar in fruits won't do this to you 2) great news! a lot of fruit juices exist without any added sugar in them! 3) honestly even having a glass of the fruit juice with added sugar won't completely dehydrate you as long as you're also drinking water throughout the day. if its hot you deserve a cold treat of a drink!!! can't go wrong with fruit juice!!!

regarding gatorade: maybe this isn't an every day drink, but guess what: if it's 110F/40C or hotter outside, and you don't have AC, or you're moving around a lot outside of the AC, and you're sweating buckets: that's when you drink a gatorade.

gatorade exists to replenish all the electrolytes (salt) and glucose (sugar) that you sweat out. YES it is meant for athletes to drink during intensive work outs and not necessarily for people who aren't doing that kind of exercise. BUT GUESS WHAT! when you're sweating buckets because you had to walk to the bus in extreme heat, that's intensive exercise. please feel free to drink a gatorade after that! that's its intended use case!!!!

no: neither of these drinks should be a total replacement for water. but drinking a lot of water and then treating yourself to a fruit juice with lunch is a good idea!!! drinking a gatorade becuase you just had to walk for 20 minutes in the heat is a good idea!!!

Please Stop Spreading Misinformation About Drinks!!! It's fine if you drink things that aren't water!!!! Yes you should probably always be drinking water but drinking something else As Well isn't going to hurt you!!!! okay!!!! its fine!!!!!!

honestly so long as you are consistently getting Any (non-alcoholic) fluids in you, you're doing great!!!!!! okay!!!! i love you stay safe <3

#also: drinking A Soda or A Coffee isn't going to completely dehydrate you if you're drinking other fluids tbqh!!!#its fine!!!!! its fine!!!!!#drinks #heat #dehydration #this post exists because i'm mad at misinfo but also #this is for my homies who hate the taste of water and struggle to stay hydrated #because people have told them over and over again You Must Absolute Drink Water And Nothing Else and so they just don't drink anything #listen!! hey!!! whoever told you that was lying!!!!#drinking Any Fluids At All (yes even with caffeine!!) is better than Not Drinking Anything #please hydrate!!!! it's okay if that hydration isn't water!!!!#honestly i tried to be extremely non confrontational in this post but im pretty sure i've seen people suggest flavored water packets #but say no fruit juice ever. and that's insane.#it's all fluids baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#so long as you are drinking fluids you are combatting dehydration #YES water is the best option HOWEVER. if you drink things that aren't water that's also okay! i promise!!!!!!!!

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