#top left bruno is a mood

[waitingonavision]

Which Bruno in Disney Adventure Friends Cavalcade are you today?

photos by smallbeephotography/sparksgavilan on instagram!

#encanto #bruno madrigal #disneyworld #magic kingdom #wdw #disney adventure friends cavalcade #stuff i've posted #top left bruno is a mood #i make that face a lot irl haha

[gamerbearmira]

Here's an AU idea I had. Took some inspo from your Protective AU and ReikoMizutani's 'Whatever it Takes' fic. Mama Julieta is pissed and takes matters into her own hands.

Julieta stood in the courtyard of Casita, it was the dead of night and everyone else was asleep, and the only light came from the glowing candle that sat in the windowsill. Julieta looked up at the candle with pure disdain, she didn't understand, everyone had been given a special gift, everyone except little Mirabel, her gift ceremony was a few weeks ago, and the poor girl had been inconsolable ever since, she's convinced there's something wrong with her or she did something bad to not get a gift, but Julieta refuses to believe that, her Mirabel is the sweetest girl in the world, she deserves a gift more than anyone. As if being denied her birthright wasn't enough, people had begun to treat her differently, the townspeople gave her weird looks and whispered behind her back, Isabela had begun to distance herself from Mirabel, and Alma practically avoided her like the plague, shooing her away whenever she sought her out. To top it all off, Bruno had disappeared the night of Mirabel's ceremony, Julieta didn't know what to think about that, sure she was worried sick for her hermanito, but she had a horrible feeling that Bruno's disappearance was tied to Mirabel's ceremony in some way, if her brother had left simply because he was freaked out Mirabel didn't get a gift she would personally strangle him. It made her blood boil, Mirabel was crying herself to sleep each night in a nursery she had been promised she would move out of by now and was being ostracized by her own town and family for something she couldn't control, and it was all that stupid candle's fault!

Julieta seethed silently in anger until a clatter of tiles at her feet pulled her away from her thoughts, "what is it Casita?" She asked, unable to hide the anger in her voice, the house rumbled as it rearranged itself, forming a staircase up past the second floor and to the windowsill that held the candle. Julieta was confused but climbed the staircase nonetheless, she peeked through the window into the candle room to make sure her mother wasn't there before staring down at the candle like it was a piece of trash. "Why?" she asked angrily, "why did you do this to her? You were supposed to protect this family, how is ostracizing Mirabel protecting the family? All the other children got gifts, how is that fair? How does making Mirabel feel like she did something wrong, or isn't good enough for your miracle, help anyone?!" Julieta took deep breaths to keep herself from raising her voice further, the last thing she needed was to wake someone up. "Why?" She asked again, "doesn't she at least deserve an explanation?" The candle seemed to spark in response, was the candle mocking her? Julieta's anger came to a boiling point and she grabbed the candle in frustration, having half a mind to just throw it to the ground or snuff it out right then and there, but before she could do either of those things, the candle flared up and Julieta felt a burst of magic course through her.

The miracle answered, and everything became clear, of course, how could she have not seen it before? It wasn't the candle, or the miracle, it was Alma, she had always put so much pressure on the family, to use their gifts to serve the community, to earn their miracle, she demanded nothing less than perfection, Pepa was never allowed to just let her emotions be, she always had to bottle everything up and force moods on herself to make whatever weather was convenient, Julieta was practically chained to the kitchen since the day she turned five, seriously, who makes a five year old cook food for an entire town? And how many times have people come to her stand with minor injuries that would heal on their own within a week? It was ridiculous, poor Dolores had to hear so many uncomfortable things, invading other people's privacy just for the sake of 'keeping an eye on things' like she was little more than a walking surveillance system, and little Luisa, she had just gotten her gift a few years ago, but she was already saddled with so much work, just last week she had moved an entire house just so the owner wouldn't have to deal with their noisy neighbor, Julieta had tried to protest this, saying Luisa was too young to lift something that heavy, even with her super strength, but Alma had brushed her off, saying Luisa was 'just doing her part to help the community' why hadn't she objected more? She could see her daughter struggling under the weight, why hadn't she done more to stop it? It's no wonder Bruno left, Alma had always insisted he do visions to foresee potential danger and then chastise him when he gave a vision someone didn't like, as if he controlled the future. Bruno had already cracked under the pressure, how much longer until the rest of the family followed suit? Well no more.

Julieta held the candle close as she descended the staircase back to the ground floor, "thank you, Casita" she said as the home once again rearranged itself, the staircase now leading to a blank space on the wall of the second floor. Julieta smiled as she reached the second floor, she knew her daughter wasn't to blame for the failed ceremony, and she had been right, it was Alma's fault, Alma had put the gifts and serving the community over the well being of her family, in trying to 'earn' their miracle she had actually weakened it, to the point where the magic wasn't strong enough to give Mirabel a gift, Julieta would make sure the town knew who was to blame for the failed ceremony, she had heard far too many rumors about that regarding her daughter, but first she had to right her mother's wrong. Julieta put her hand on the wall, and the candle once again glowed brighter, the wall swirled with magic until it eventually formed a blank door, complete with an intricately carved doorknob engraved with an 'M', Mirabel's door was back, Julieta couldn't wait to see the look on her little girl's face, and she would make sure it works this time, Alma won't take anything else from this family ever again.

Bruno was startled from his sleep as Casita threw him off of the chair, "what was that for Casita?" He asked, Casita pointed towards the door of his makeshift room, urging him to look beyond it, Bruno shrugged and opened the door to see whatever it was Casita wanted him to see, in the darkness, it took Bruno a moment to see what it was Casita had woken him for, the cracks, which had laced the walls since long before Bruno took up residency there, were gone, some smaller cracks still remained, but the bigger ones that Bruno had tried desperately to patch had disappeared, as of they were never there. Bruno could only stare in shock as he thought back to his final vision, the one that drove him to hide within the walls:

Mirabel, standing in front of a cracked Casita, with Alma looming over her, holding the snuffed out candle and giving a stern look Bruno had come to expect from her, but shifting the tablet showed a different image, Mirabel in front of a now intact Casita, and instead of Alma, it was his sister Julieta, holding the burning candle as she smiled down at her daughter.

WHATEVER ITS TAKES MENTIONED RAHHHH 🦅🦅🦅

You i finished reading the rewrite. Amazing. Love the writing and the writer is so nice, y'all should check it out, its so good.

ANYWAY THIS IS SO RAD. I honestly need to do more protective content, its been a while (then again I need to revisit ALL my older aus tbh). Candle holder Julieta...I'm so down with it. Like who she is the most caring and she always has her family's beat interest in mind. Especially Mirabel. Imagine how heartbroken Julieta is whenever she's sees Mirabel mopping around. And she even noticed the other family members at their struggles. Like she wasn't having it anymore, and she is so real for that.

Also, random asf, but I love it when. They bully the candle. Like why bully each other, GET THAT CANDLE❗❓ anyway shout to candle for helping Julieta see who's REALLY at fault (Alma I still love you <///3).

Shameless plug to give fanart for whatever it takes and this snippet Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ

ALAO BRUNO!!! COME OUT THE WALLS!!! Or like. Something. Hopefully he sees Julieta taking a stand 😭

THIS IS SO GOOD I LOVED READING IT (twice) AND I CAN'T WAIT FOR MORE (if you have it and want to share with the class <333)

'Whatever It Takes" is by @reikomizuao3 on AO3 <3333

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto alma #encanto bruno #encanto julieta #protective au #whatever it takes #we need more evil Madrigals #but like not towards each other #towards the REAL problem 🤨 #but also I don't condone violence guys

[hit-song-showdown]

Year-End Poll #72: 2021

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In 2021, the charts started to open up again after the lockdowns, but we're mostly seeing how this is affecting newer up-and-coming artists. Olivia Rodrigo's Driver's License was notable for shattering streaming records upon its release, making Rodrigo the first female artist since Carrie Underwood to have a single debut at number one. With her debut album, Sour, the trend of music of the 2020's playing homage to previous decades will continue. Good 4 U is obviously inspired by the pop punk of the early 2000's. The Weeknd's Save Your Tears continues the synthwave influence of his fourth album, After Hours. Levitating, like most of Future Nostalgia, is nu-disco. And Silk Sonic, a musical project conceptualized by Bruno Mars and Anderson .Paak with assistance from funk legend, Bootsy Collins, obviously takes influence from the funk and Philadelphia soul sound of the 70's. I like how the final decade in this series feels like a look back at the previous years we've covered. It's like everything is coming full circle.

But the 2020's isn't just made up of homages to the years prior. As far as trends to look towards, obviously TikTok is going to have a major say in what reaches the charts (I believe almost all of the songs listed trended at some point). Could be a chicken and egg thing, since obviously songs that are already popular are going to be more widely used on the app. But as we'll come to see, TikTok will also help to bring songs to the forefront that otherwise wouldn't have charted. Lyrically, the music of the 2020's pop scene also seems more introspective than the start of the previous decade. This works well with the lean towards the "bedroom pop" sound, but even the uptempo dance songs bring up queerness, depression, therapists, and anxiety. Whether these songs handle these topics well is another debate I don't feel like having, but it speaks to a shift in both awareness as well as self-image.

#billboard poll #billboard music #tumblr poll #2020s #2020s music #2021 #dua lipa #the weeknd #ariana grande #24kgoldn #iann dior #olivia rodrigo #doja cat #sza #silk sonic #bruno mars #anderson paak #lil nas x #justin bieber #daniel caesar #giveon

[dragonmuse]

Belivesinponds, and AsIsHerRight (and maybe others, my apologies if I left you off the list) wanted to know if Eddy ever told Izzy that she loved him too back then. And maybe does again. So this is closer to Sink to the Bottom era, when they’ve gotten very comfortable with each other again.

“Okay...okay,” Izzy sighed into the phone as Eddy approached him. “Yeah...yeah no, of course I wouldn’t fucking mention it. I’ll just pick her up like usual. Mhm. I’m not actually an idiot, thanks so much.....yeah...yeah...it’s fine. I don’t care.....yeah. 11? Fine. Yeah...yep.” 

Eddy watched him, amused. Waited until he hung up, waiting for the incoming rant about whoever he’d been talking too, but instead, Izzy just rubbed his forehead and jammed his phone into his pocket. 

“Bad timing,” he said, nearly apologetically. “You ready?” 

“Are you? Seemed a little heated.” 

“Wasn’t. Delly is in a mood. Pickle had her first run-in with a boy. It’s a whole thing.” 

“Broken heart?” Eddy asked sympathetically. 

“Yeah, all over some middle school douchebag.” 

“Never seem like douchebags when it starts.” 

“Guess not. Anyway, let’s go.” 

It wasn’t a random ride today. Eddy had sat bolt upright in the middle of the night a week or two, a vintage memory rushing back to her in her sleep. She’d texted Izzy the next day and he’d agreed with her general sense of place. It wasn’t a big deal, just a little cache set aside for a rainy day, but she was almost positive they’d tucked other things in it. Keepsakes, maybe. 

When they brought it up, they’d been sure that Izzy would blow it off or tell her just let him know when she’d found it, but instead he’d told her when he’d been around and here they were. 

It wasn’t far out of the city bounds. One of the borderline min-cities that had sprung up as a bedroom community. The address hadn’t come back to Eddy, but Izzy was good with google maps and between the two of them, they’d pinned it to the right building. When they pulled up, the sight of the brick confirmed it, the odd black wash they’d put around the door was hard to miss. 

“I think it was this side,” Eddy pointed and Izzy shrugged, but followed her down the side of the building. He was scanning the street, playing lookout and it was pleasantly familiar with none of the attendant danger to sour the mood. 

It took her gently kicking at a few likely bricks before one rocked loosely beneath her toe. 

“Hey!” She grinned at him. 

“Can’t believe you found it the first time, let alone a second,” he shook his head. 

“I’m just that good,” Eddy squatted down, winced, stretched her leg out at an awkward angle then started rocking the brick back out of place. Izzy took their back, watching the street. 

“We were here for that scummy guy. Bruno. That was it. Couldn’t remember the name.” 

“Were we?” Eddy couldn’t get leverage. “Got a knife?” 

Izzy handed her a switchblade without turning around. 

“He’d stiffed Hornigold on a payment. He sent us around to talk interest.” 

“Oh! Bruno! The guy with the drippy nose. Those were early days.” 

“Year three or four,” Izzy agreed. 

“What the hell did I have that I think was worth stowing back then?” She laughed. “This’ll be good. Probably a six-pack and an I.O.U. to myself.” 

“Maybe,” Izzy said and he sounded odd. Eddy frowned, but then the brick came loose distracting her. 

“Okay, come on,” she stuck her hand into the gap, groping around. Then her fingers closed around something hard. “Ha!” 

Carefully, she pulled out a small box. It was pretty, actually, some kind of wooden engraving in the top. 

“Where’d this come from?” She held it out for Izzy to hold, along with his knife while she shoved the brick back into place. 

“You lifted it by accident,” Izzy said after a second. 

“Did I? Yikes, from who?” 

“Hornigold.” 

“No!” 

“Yeah,” he held it back out to her as she got to her feet. “We were at his house, and you saw it on and end table. It wasn’t prominent or anything, but a couple of days later you got all cagey and said you had to ditch it in case he realized.” 

“What a bonehead,” she sighed. “It’s amazing we survived anything. Should we open it up?” 

“Not here,” Izzy wrinkled his nose. “Let’s go somewhere we can sit down.” 

“Probably just some moldy cash,” they grimaced. “But yeah, okay.” 

They found a cafe not far away, ordering drinks so they could hold down a table. Eddy put the box down between them after the waiter dropped off coffees. 

“Okay,” they stared at the thing, suddenly a little nervous. Maybe it was the tension in Izzy’s shoulders which seemed to arrive slowly, but was now very apparent. 

“Just open it,” Izzy gritted out. 

Eddy flicked open the latch which went reluctantly and then opened the box. There was a roll of cash, shoved unceremoniously in the corner with a rubber band around it that broke when she picked it up and set it aside. The roll had been tucked that way for so long, it stayed curled up despite the death of its restraint. 

There was also ring in there, thick and badly made with an imprint in the top of a fox face. 

“Jack’s,” she remembered and they both stared at it until Eddy dropped it back into the box. “Think Anne would want it?”

“...are you fucking serious?” 

“Yeah, bad idea,” she agreed. “We’ll toss it. Doubt it’s worth anything.” 

Beside that there were yellowed papers, folded up into neat squares. She set those aside, and found a knife underneath them. A nice one with a wooden handle. Her old nickname was carved into it. 

“Okay, I’d remember this,” she decided. “And I definitely don’t.” 

“I bought it for you,” Izzy’s attention was on the papers. “Some shop in some weird little town. They did handmade wood things. Thought you’d like it, but I don’t- guess I lost my nerve about giving to you. When you were freaking out about the box, I dropped it in. Something for you to find later.” 

“Huh.” Eddy smoothed her thumb over the engrained ‘B’. “Guess I found it too late.” 

“Just a relic,” Izzy agreed. “Blade is probably rusted. Wasn’t very good to begin with.” 

She dropped it back in the box, then reached for the notes. Izzy sighed and leaned back in his chair. 

“What?” The first one unfolded reluctantly. 

It was weird. Just her handwriting saying ‘Pick up a bottle. -E’. 

“Fuck,” Izzy scrubbed at his face. 

The next one was her handwriting again, ‘Password: 45123, what an idiot’. 

And another ‘Went for a walk, back in an hour.’ 

And another, ‘imagine if we just walked out now, what would happen?’ then there was Izzy’s spiky letters ‘we’d get fired. Or murdered. Or both.’  then Eddy again ‘could be worth it’. 

There were a dozen of them all told. None of them with any particular meaning. Just little notes, dashed off in seconds, forgotten about just as quickly. Izzy wasn’t making anything like eye contact any more, shoulder hunched forward, hands in his lap. 

“Okay,” she started folding the notes back up. “So these were you too?” 

“Yeah,” he said roughly.

“Why?” 

“Because-” he groaned. “Jesus fuck, Eddy, you know why.” 

And she could see him, twenty-one or so, laid over his older self. The tightness in his eyes that had never relaxed, his boxer’s stance, and smooth hairless jaw. He had been so tight at her heels all the time. Had he gathered these notes like fallen fruit? Shuffled them together? He’d cared enough to make sure they’d get sealed away along with cash and one of Jack’s underthought castoffs. 

“This was mine though. You’d know I was going to find it.” 

“Meant to go back,” he sighed. “I’d get the knife too. Have a better spot to hide the notes. Wound up with one too.” 

“What happened to those?” 

“Burned them. When you took over the business. Along with some other shit that we didn’t need hanging around.” 

“Oh,” she put the notes back into the box, more carefully. “You know, it’s one thing to hear you say it, but shit like this...” 

“Say what?” Izzy did finally look at her. She caught his eye, let him make his eye contact. She wouldn’t blink today. 

“You told me that you used to love me. In the alley, all those years ago.” 

“That how I put it?” He grimaced. “I still did then.” 

“Not now?” She checked. 

“Does it stop?”  His eyes had always been so dark. They weren’t even brown, a lighter, more mixed up color than that, but in her memory they came through as nearly black. “Just grew up. Changed.” 

She had to smile at that. “Aw. You still care.” 

“Yeah, of course I fucking do,” he huffed. “Is this news?” 

The notes were each folded perfectly evenly though they were all on different kinds of paper. When she restacked them they were a pile of careful squares, the writing facing inward on each of them. 

“I care about you too,” she told him. 

“Figured that out,” he shrugged. “Not like you to stick with something you’re not invested in.” 

“Not an investment.” It was her turned to look away. She turned the words over and over, trying to find the right way to phrase them. But maybe there wasn’t a right way. “I loved you too. Back then. As much I could love anything.” 

“Bullshit you did,” he said without any emotion at all. “Don’t rewrite history now. Doesn’t do us any favors.” 

“But I did,” she closed the box, forced the latch back. “I was a scared kid too, you know.” 

“Never looked it.” 

“Couldn’t. Couldn’t falter. Couldn’t make a mistake. I had to be perfectly confident. Maybe I even was sometimes, but I was terrified too.” 

“Fuck, who was steering the ship then? Cause I was scared out of my mind half the time.” 

“We managed. Probably the fear that kept us alive. The confidence sure didn’t.” 

“Mix of both?” Izzy hazarded. 

“Not the point though,” she sighed. “The point was I loved you back then. Maybe not the way you love me, but I did. You were mine and that meant something.” 

“All right,” he nodded very slowly. “That’s...I don’t know what to do with that.” 

“Me either,” they admitted. “And I do still love you now, you know. You’re a half-decent friend these days.” 

“Fuck off,” he smiled at her. “You’re okay too when you’re not being a flake.” 

“I am not a flake,” she scooped up the box and stuck it in her pocket. The cash she’d leave behind for the waiter. Let them get an unexpected tip. “You’re just anal retentive.” 

“Don’t see why both can’t be true.” 

“Fuck. Off.” 

The conversation redirected to other possible caches. Eddy was sure that was the last of them, Izzy started reeling off places to confirm she’d gotten them. There were a few question marks left behind, other trips to take in the coming weeks. The rest of them would just be cash, once notably a gun, and another time a photo. 

Eddy would keep the picture too though Izzy snapped a shot of it with his phone. The two of them, closer to thirty than twenty, both of them looking away from the photographer, drinks in their hands. Eddy’s arm was slung over Izzy’s shoulders, and they were both laughing at something not pictured. 

She framed it and set it amid the other pictures in the front hallway, next to a shot of Alma and Ingrid sitting poolside and beneath one of Frenchie and Roach in full drag running after an ice cream truck. 

Something to look at when she pried off her shoes at the end of the day. A reminder of the journey.

#leda house and the kraken verse #ficlet #eddy teach bonnet #izzy hands

[tomorrowxtogether]

Review: K-pop quintet Tomorrow X Together makes up for lost time at triumphant S.F. show

The sustained hero’s welcome that K-pop group Tomorrow X Together received Thursday, July 21, at the Bill Graham Civic Auditorium when they entered the stage after three years away felt like a long-awaited airport lobby group hug.

The sold-out show served as a joyful give-and-take — from their MOA (“Moments of Alwaysness”) fan base to TXT for providing inspiration and solace during tough times, and from TXT to MOA for rocking with the group during a period of pandemic-related isolation.

Group member Yeonjun summed it up when addressing the crowd: “Physical distance is not a drawback. MOAs and Tomorrow X Together are always together.”

The South Korean quintet has had to live up to outsized expectations. In 2019, TXT was the second boy band to debut for its Big Hit (now HYBE) management company — the first being BTS. On the strength of its debut single “Crown,” and follow-up “9 and Three Quarters (Run Away),” the five-member unit (Yeonjun, Soobin, Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Hueningkai) was an instant hit, exceeding and exploding expectations. With catchy songs, powerful choreography, and youthful energy, it was seemingly following a path to superstardom freshly snow-plowed by its Big Hit big brothers.

Then COVID struck.

The band members’ schedules and lives rearranged, they regrouped and released increasingly savvy, challenging music that distanced them from their fresh-faced rookie era. Subsequent releases still held moments of joy but also reflected frustrations and confusion of adolescence and an uncertain world. With tours canceled, the music served as comforting ravens to their fan base in the form of danceable, thinkable pop like “Can’t You See Me?” and “We Lost the Summer.”

Dressed in pink prom suits with sew-on bleeding-heart patches, their opening five-song set peeled back the layers of their career: the opening emo-pop anthem “0X1=LOVESONG (I Know I Love You),” the kaleidoscopic pop of “Magic” and “Wishlist,” the giddy debut-era “Blue Orangeade” and matured Britpop glide of “Ghosting.” It was an energizing TXT trail mix — more savory than sugary, still looking like a snack.

The show — the sixth U.S. stop on its Act: Lovesick tour — reinforced how TXT has evolved over three years. For nearly three hours, the group morphed in and out of personas. They changed outfits like high schoolers late for drama class — from suits to sailor tops to full rock ‘n’ roll regalia, even monster-like gauze-wrap tops. But no matter how grown or edgy they looked, they still felt like sweet kids at heart.

The LED backdrop screens reflected each mood — an icy church on a deserted planet (Krypton?), a castle, an amusement park in the clouds, an outdoor garden lit up with decorative lights, and a forbidden forest. Some of the screens were front stage left and right and must have partially blocked the view for those sitting on the sides. Fortunately, the guys took time to make their way to the far ends of the stage, even going so far as to meander into the audience and upper deck to allow more personal interaction as a phalanx of security cleared the path.

Over the evening, they showed their prowess for maximalist pop and nuanced ballads. The loudest roar of the night came with the familiar opening keyboard stab of their effervescent debut single “Crown,” which was performed flawlessly. “Magic” and “Blue Hour” were dazzling Bruno Mars-level jollies. “Trust Fund Baby” and “Anti-Romantic” highlighted their balladry, especially Taehyun who exerted as much emotion and energy singing as he did dancing.

On the flip, darkness descended during “Maze in the Mirror,” “Eternally,” and “Can’t You See Me” — a moody trifecta delving into isolation. Similarly, Yeonjun owned “Frost” and “New Rules” with an impressive spotlight dance solo and sinister facial expressions.

Rock elements came into play early and often. But if TXT is really about that rock ‘n’ roll life — and from the Nirvana and AC/DC T-shirts they were wearing during part of the show, I think so — then they should lean into it. “0X1=LOVESONG (I Know I Love You),” “Good Boy Gone Bad,” and “LO$ER=LOVER” are guitar-based alt-pop songs, and “Can’t You See Me” was remixed with metal elements, so why not have an actual guitarist or band playing on tour? Their show was performed entirely with an instrumental backing track. The prop mike stands during “LO$ER=LOVER” were used to strike rock star poses, but felt more redundant than epic with their headset mics.

Rock star tropes aside, the evening solidified the feeling that TXT is ready for Chase Center or Oakland Arena levels. Perhaps HYBE wants to ensure that TXT doesn’t skip any steps in their development — something that Olivia Rodrigo insisted on her “SOUR” tour that played Bill Graham Civic earlier in May. The trade-off of not having a full stadium show with an enlarged scale and scope is that TXT’s long-awaited first Northern California concert carried an intimacy a cavernous arena couldn’t provide.

The encore reaffirmed this thought. Emerging in white tour t-shirts and denim overalls with one hook loose, New Jack Swing-style, they waded through the crowd, even reaching the upper balcony, to vibe with fans during an ecstatic “Thursday’s Child Has Far To Go.” It was a gesture that reflected gratitude and solidified the intense bond between TXT and MOA. They’ll get to stadiums together soon. As the song goes, tomorrow is always a day away.

#txt #tomorrow x together #220724 #article #datebook #soobin #yeonjun #beomgyu #taehyun #hueningkai #ACT: LOVE SICK #WORLD TOUR

[griffsursparker]

I posted 5,580 times in 2022

That's 5,294 more posts than 2021!

653 posts created (12%)

4,927 posts reblogged (88%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@cnnamonrolls

@viva-la--resistance

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@13-wonder-writer

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I tagged 1,838 of my posts in 2022

#supernatural - 133 posts

#iris's rambles - 107 posts

#heartstopper - 103 posts

#mcu - 99 posts

#ofmd - 89 posts

#ms marvel - 76 posts

#ms marvel spoilers - 66 posts

#cats - 55 posts

#spn - 51 posts

#love victor - 47 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#that said this is a statement that can and should co-exist with 'people should have some basic respect about warnings for certain subjects'

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

"If you're half as good at kissing as your sister."

"Dude!"

"I regretted that as soon as I said it."

FELIX GDGGHSDGHSGHSD MY BELOVED

234 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

#4

I think my fundamental problem with school is that I know I work best with last minute time pressure, and so I'm always convinced I can do it later

I can be sitting there with 2 hours left to do an assignment that realistically should take me 3 and still be like "it's fine I don't need to start yet I've got time" what is WRONG with me

340 notes - Posted April 13, 2022

#3

BRUNO HAVING TO REMIND KAMALA THAT SECRET IDENTITIES ARE SECRET FOR A REASON BECAUSE SHE'S LIKE "BUT WHAT ABOUT THE FOLLOWERS" IM HOLLERING WHAT A MOOD I TOO AM AN ATTENTION WHORE KAMALA YOU'RE SO VALID

917 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

#2

one thing I will say multiverse of madness absolutely nailed is the aesthetic. the vibes. the cinematography. whatever I may think about the plot and character arcs, the movie was visually absolutely incredible. so many images from it were so beautiful or haunting or beautifully haunting. absolutely 10/10 aesthetic

1,243 notes - Posted May 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

that awkward moment when you only realize a girl is a vampire because you thought she was cute so you kept staring at her

1,679 notes - Posted June 10, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #crying at the fact that i started an entire spn blog like halfway through the year but supernatural is still my top tag

[nellycanwrite]

LMFE // is the plot for the fic done? i am guessing that eva and bruno reunite at the end but truthfully i find it hard to believe a spouse would take back a partner so easily especially that he left his own family, kids. that is painful

Well, the outline and plot are done! But we're not going to stop at the end of the movie >:)) There's so much issues we have to go through, and quite frankly, Javier and Ignacio are going to take WAAAAAY longer to accept that Bruno is back as opposed to Evalina😭 I'm not just going to slap a Disney bandaid over a very real life family issue, so it's gonna take multiple chapters to really give them the time to cope with one another. Treat this as me diving into the implications of the movie and adding more depth to it that an hour and a half long film can't cover.

Also, I'm not sure if I mentioned this, but LMFE is going to dive into post-movie lore💃 There's already some foreshadowing is some chapters, especially name drops that y'all think is insignificant😌

(//LMFE CHAPTERS 40 AND BEYOND SPOILERS)

If you might remember, Bruno has another vision on top of Mirbel and Casita's fate. It was added specifically to both act as a catalyst for Bruno to hide in the walls (since, let's be honest, he's not gonna leave his wife and kids just because Mirabel has a bad vision) and to set up the events of the post-movie lore for LMFE.

I'll give y'all a hint because I'm in the mood: there's going to be two significant family names that's going to appear on the post-movie events of LMFE >:)) One is literally a chapter title, and the other is something you have to guess yourselves😌

#nelly answered #lmfe spoilers #encanto #lmfe updates #bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x reader #encanto oc #bruno madrigal fankids #lmfe #love for eternity #yes we have a whole ass gdoc for the ouline of this fic #istg i feel like im gonna reach 400K words on this fic good lord

[sydneyhudsonmedia]

MUSIC VIDEO ANALYSIS – Grenade by Bruno Mars 

The music video I have chosen to analyse is 2011’s hit number one song, Grenade. Performed and written by Bruno Mars, the music video follows both a narrative and performance style where the storyline is closely linked with the song's lyrics. The piece tells the story of a man who is willing to risk everything for love, even if it means sacrificing himself in the process. It is based on the scenario of a breakup, where the woman doesn't return the love back for Bruno and leaves, where then he expresses his mixed emotions about her. 

The video begins with the use of a fade in leading to a point of view shot of heavy rain fall during the night. Immediately the use of rain and dark lighting creates an aura of sadness for the audience through the use of pathetic fallacy, reflecting Bruno’s mood. This is achieved as the viewer can relate to the shot of how we feel when the weather isn’t very pleasant. Closely followed, a mid-shot is applied which is extremely unfocused making it difficult for the viewer to identify what is going on. We can just about recognize a male figure (Bruno) wearing an orange t-shirt allowing him to stand out. This is contradictory as the colour orange is vibrant and has connotations of energy and excitement in comparison to the melancholy atmosphere that has been constructed. On top of this, the use of low lighting emphasizes Bruno’s sadness alongside the pouring rain and creates a slightly eerie feel suggesting Bruno is not completely understanding about his emotions himself. Before a change of location, a final close-up shot is used which distinguishes a photo frame containing an imagine of himself and a woman together which appear to be happy and joyful. However, editing is used to slow down the videos pace while the frame cracks on the beat to the music in Bruno’s hands. This symbolizes that this once a relationship has come to an end and Bruno is left utterly heartbroken. By the crack of the of the frame being on beat, this emphasizes the impact this had on him suggesting that this event caused him great pain and he feels as this is irreparable. 

Along from this, the video captures Bruno pulling something heavy as he lugs a large rope through a busy road full of cars. This is discovered through a mid-shot where an audience can also identify a change in his attire. The mise-en-scene of Bruno’s formal suit and tie is skillful as this indicates great strength in Bruno and provides a professional feel in that he takes this relationship seriously although it happens to be over. Backed up with a wide shot, through this we point out that he is dragging a large piano on the end of the rope. As an audience, they are rather confused as to why he is pulling a piano along, especially as it has no wheels, that makes them feel sorrow for him. His body language implies that he is finding it a frustration to transport the piano to its destination as his back is severely hunched and we see him tackle large lunges in an attempt to move the piano forward. The lighting is continuously low which follows the theme of misery which has been developed. This ties in closely with the song's lyrics as it says “You know I’d do anything for ya” as we see him deeply struggle as he makes his way down the street. Through this we learn about his desire for the woman as he will do anything in his power to make her happy. This is emphasized through the close-up shot of Bruno’s facial expressions, or lack of thereof, showing his initial focused and dedicated attitude to get the piano to its destination and that there is nothing stopping him.  

At a later point, an over the shoulder shot establishes Bruno approaching a group of individuals accompanied by a vicious dog. The men are all wearing the same clothing which suggests that they come as one and appear to be a gang. Immediately, there is a sense that Bruno feels intimidated and cautious, with the presence of the dog adding a layer of uncertainty. As an audience, this evokes a sense of sympathy for Bruno as he is excluded and different from the rest of the group. It is clear to see that he doesn’t naturally belong there which is emphasized by the mid shot where the individuals are circled around Bruno and only his head can be identified. From this we can tell that they are in a close proximity to him and towering over him intensifying the feeling of sympathy.  

As Bruno’s journey to the girl continues, a shot reverse shot is used between himself and the girl. A low angle is used to identify the woman stood in the window automatically making her look in power and control as it is positioned as if Bruno is looking up to her. We discover that she is wearing a white t-shirt providing connotations of innocence and purity which is then juxtaposed in later shots. A mid shot is closely followed displaying Bruno looking directly up at the girl. At first, he expresses a face of happiness as he has reached his destination, however, quickly this changes to a expression of confusion. The final shot of the shot reverse shot is revealed where the love of his life is with another guy. Instantly, the viewer feels distraught for Bruno as we have experienced the pain and struggle he has been through in order to get to her. 

Towards the end of the video, a mid-shot is used revealing that Bruno is not heading home but is heading towards a train track. In this shot we can depict that he has an empty, emotionless look on his face whilst he is staring lifeless at the train track. Thiss provide the audience with a sense that he is out of control and possibly at risk of danger. It also creates increasing suspense as we are unsure about what is about to happen. 

The final shot of the music video is an extremely long shot, where a wider view of the track is revealed. Bruno is present in the far right corner where it appears to be a train heading. toward shim. Here we also see numerous red traffic lights indicating danger and almost acting as alert. This hints at what may be a sign of future events. The black background emphasizes this as they allow the red light to stand out more clearly. From this information we conclude that there is no more hope left for him. This shot is edited into a very short clip acting as symbolizing Bruno’s sudden ending. 

[deadcactuswalking]

REVIEWING THE CHARTS: 11/03/2023 (Nicki Minaj, j-hope/J. Cole)

For an eighth consecutive week, “Flowers” by Miley Cyrus reigns on top of the UK Singles Chart. Welcome back to REVIEWING THE CHARTS!

Rundown

I’d like to say that this is a pretty calm week, which I’m somewhat glad about, though it does mean I don’t have all that many observations so let’s just get straight into our notable dropouts, which are songs exiting the UK Top 75 – the chart that I cover – after five weeks in the region or a peak in the top 40. This week, that list includes “Me & You” by Central Cee (good!), “METAMORPHOSIS” by INTERWORLD, “Here with Me” by d4vd (right after peaking as well), “The Color Violet” by Tory Lanez, “Lionheart (Fearless)” by Joel Corry and Tom Grennan and finally, “When I Was Your Man” by Bruno Mars.

Considering we don’t have any returning entries, it’s just the gains filling up the space left by those songs, and we have an interesting selection of songs gaining traction, with “In Ha Mood” by Ice Spice at #58, “Snowfall” by Oneheart and reidenshi of all songs at #57, “REACT” by Switch Disco featuring Ella Henderson and the late Robert Miles at #54, “Bad Habits” by Ed Sheeran inexplicably picking up at #53, “Here” by Tom Grennan up big at #50, “I Ain’t Worried” by OneRepublic at #43, “Shut Up My Mom’s Calling” by Hotel Ugly at #41, “Another Love” by Tom Odell at #40, “Oh Baby” by Nathan Dawe and Bru-C featuring bshp and Issey Cross making the top 40 at #35 (great!), “Whistle” by Jax Jones featuring Calum Scott also making the top 40 at #34 (not great!), “22” by JayO flying way up off of the debut to #32, “Pretty Boys” of Caity Baser at #26, and finally, making its way to her first top 10, we have Libianca at #8 with “People”. It’s a fantastic song, and I’m very much glad it’s here – now the task the UK has is ensuring she stays there.

The top five of this week’s UK Singles Chart consists of “Sure Thing” by Miguel at #5, “Kill Bill” by SZA at #4, “Die for You” by The Weeknd at #3, “Boy’s a liar” by PinkPantheress at #2 (I would credit the remixes for those two if OCC did) and of course, “Flowers” at the top. As a little aside, if you’re wondering what the best way to tell a slower or quieter week from a standard or busier one on the chart, you could look at the low sales in the top 100 or simply see where “Mr. Brightside” by the Killers is. It’s up five spots to #65. It’s even above a new Justin Bieber song. Speaking of...

NEW ARRIVALS

#74 – “Private Landing” – Don Toliver featuring Justin Bieber and Future

Produced by Cardo, Omar Guetfa, Rob Bisel and 206Derek

So Don Toliver released his newest album, Love Sick, and it was a bit of a commercial disappointment. I haven’t heard the record, but given it has credits such as James Blake, TisaKorean, Teezo Touchdown and Toro y Moi, I can only assume it’s a more adventurous project that paid the price for being so, debuting at #36 on the UK’s albums chart, his lowest showing yet. If Don had a Justin Bieber and Future collaboration, one does wonder why he couldn’t have pushed this as a single to save a flailing rollout, but commercial success isn’t the only thing that matters, of course... well, okay, financially and statistically it is, but is the song any good? No, of course not. Don’s voice is very situational so placing his nasal riffing over intimidating bass knocks with an odd bass mix and a monotonous bell loop that sounds accidental just doesn’t work, especially if the song is going to refuse any attempt at being actually catchy. Whilst Future obviously fits well within these kinds of textures, his verse isn’t particularly interesting, and then we get to the Justin Bieber “verse” and it’s pretty clear that this is an attempt at bridging gaps like Travis Scott did so successfully on Rodeo, pitting Bieber against Future but his “verse” consists solely of droning Auto-Tuned repetition over a “psychedelic” beat that both goes nowhere and doesn’t end up feeling as much of a trip as it does just an unfinished demo, especially if Bieber’s going to put as little effort in as possible, seemingly not understanding the purpose of all the trap-rap he clearly listens to. When it comes to constructing a song, whilst Travis has his problems, especially in the mixing department, at least there’s ambition but with “Private Landing”, absolutely nothing happens between the first and final chorus that makes either stand out. Also, I guess Future’s really into feet now, which is brand new information.

#73 – “Freezing” – Mimi Webb

Produced by Andrew Wells and The Nocturns

Mimi Webb has released her debut album, Amelia, which debuted at #4 on the albums chart and the new single is seemingly less popular than “Mr. Brightside” by a decent amount. I could leave it at that, right? It’s a breakup track with an “anthemic” hook that sounds way clunkier than I think Webb realised before recording, going for that final wham line in the chorus that could work if it weren’t so tackily connected to the rest of said chorus. The synths are hazy and lacking in punch unlike the drum machines which just pummel cheap gated synthpop in your ears like a conveyor belt. Yawn.

#70 – “Right Hand” – Unknown T featuring Knucks

Produced by R14 Beats, Chucks and HONEYWOODSIX

Unknown T’s back with a song about his right-hand girl, who doesn’t understand his life but is still precious to him... I don’t care, there are no stakes and his verses are not really funny or interesting so I have no interest in this relationship. T has his awkward charisma that he always has, but it comes off as a bit on-the-nose when he’s rapping with obvious punch-ins over a very minimal beat with softer keys. His gruff ad-libs and flows that sound really bizarre under his constantly snivelling, menacing cadence just doesn’t really work over this instrumental. Knucks is way more predisposed to work on this material, and his flow is way smoother, telling a short narrative within the little time he has about this girl whose boyfriend is toxic so Knucks kills him, but only as an act of selflessness because he’s not interested in this “groupie” he’s now acquired. I mean, it’s misogynistic, sure, but at least slightly compelling compared to Unknown T? Regardless, there’s just not much to this song, so let’s move on.

#63 – “Rhyme Dust” – MK and Dom Dolla

Produced by MK and Dom Dolla

These little duos make sense for now, but the next one goes against that trend as much as possible. For now, however, Mark Kinchen teams up with Australian producer Dom Dolla for a song that may require a bit of a history lesson. In 1971, Kool & the Gang, legendary funk group, released a live album that contained the great jam track “N.T.”. Like many tracks from Kool & the Gang, it has been sampled extensively in hip hop over the years, by a grand roster of rappers including Nas, ScHoolboy Q, Dr. Dre, Run-DMC, Common and more, as well as several times by Q-Tip. Whilst several of Tip’s uses of the song’s drum break were in music by his group A Tribe Called Quest, he reached #12 in the UK as a solo act with “Breathe and Stop”, a catchy, percussive track produced by the late J Dilla that honestly I’m not a fan of. I just find it a bit dull, as whilst Tip’s verses are sometimes impressive, the flows are monotonous and the breathy percussiveness of it all ends up actually hurting the groove. Hey, if Q-Tip and J Dilla will fail, which they rarely did, they will fail in an interesting way. Naturally, 23 years later, MK and Dom Dolla scrape up some vocal loops from that song for a propulsive house banger that sets a pretty unsettling atmosphere at first with its door-knocking sound effects, sirens and incessant mantra from Q-Tip until the buzzy synths come in and the hype starts to click in... yet it doesn’t come immediately. Instead, a soaring, ambient synth gradually comes in aside a growing sprinkling of atmosphere, and by the time we get back to that lead synth, we’re without a bass. It’s a pretty intricate, club-ready track, but it’s also damn near eerie, especially since once that bass knock finally comes in the whole song becomes a minimal almost-pastiche of itself, using those same loops that are familiar to you but without much effort regarding an actual groove or melodic base, just fluttering out as soon as possible. It’s pretty difficult to hear how this came from a funk jam by Kool & the Gang until you realise how much this sounds like an essential moment of tension within a DJ mix, and that’s definitely one I want to hear. I’d be surprised if it lasted on the charts, but it’s a welcome addition to this week’s chart at least.

#59 – “Can’t Tame Her” – Zara Larsson

Produced by MTHR

Much like Miley Cyrus before her, Zara Larsson can’t be tamed, and is proving so through one of the tamest genres possible: an 80s synthpop pastiche. That is really a wild and untamed sound to tackle in 2023, truly. I don’t even know why I’m being sarcastic, I actually like the song a fair bit, given how the synths are ACTUALLY 80s in the way they stab in and out instead of always phasing in, and they hit particularly hard against the sweet pianos that add a lot of melodrama to the song. The writing is fun too, with Larsson observing this party girl who is unbothered by any attempt to tie her down, which I actually think is more interesting than her directly taking on that role. If I have a problem, it’s probably that the drums just don’t hit as hard as they really good, as whilst they are pretty choppy, I’d prefer for a fully propulsive and overwhelming rhythm section, yet the chipperness of the lighter production here, especially with the cheesy bass synth wobble in the second verse, probably fits the content more. Some of Larsson’s melodic tendencies and inflections are a bit awkward and stuffed in, but that’s pretty much a nitpick, especially since I love the infectious gang vocals in the chorus. The song does feel like Ava Max should be singing it, since she could actually kill that bridge with her performance that Larsson kind of dips out of, especially when she’s needlessly distorted in the mix, and Cirkut could add a bit more pulse to it, but Larsson holds her own fine and ultimately, it’s an insanely catchy pop song that I think will be a hit, and absolutely deserves to be.

#37 – “on the street” – j-hope and J. Cole

Produced by Pdogg

Our final duo, like I said, makes a lot less sense, though also more than you’d expect. Sure, j-hope is a member of BTS, and K-pop as an industry is very separated from American hip hop, especially the semi-conscious brand that Cole makes. As an art form however, K-pop cannot exist as we know it without its rap influences, and BTS is a group that made its rappers a large part of their music for much of the time that the band was together. j-hope has referenced and remixed J. Cole before, and he even met his idol at a festival last year, so the collaboration makes a bit more sense, especially given it’s been nearly a decade now since BTS first released their “Born Sinner” remix. Oh, and continuing the trend the last two songs set, this is seriously great. The whistle and acoustic guitar had me worried but against the overwhelming boom bap drums and record scratching, this has a really nostalgic pop-rap feel that j-hope matches with his melodic rapping (even though his verse is annoyingly short for all its passion), as well as the chorus that doesn’t show much vocal range but instead acts as one of those casual rap choruses that everyone can sing along to: if j-hope were to show more of his vocal prowess, it wouldn’t be nearly as casual and chill, especially with the multi-tracking making it sound like he’s hanging out with friends and they’re all singing together. Of course, we then have J. Cole, whose verse is absolutely transcendent. I am not a fan of Cole’s, in fact quite the contrary, but his more homely verses always get me, and this one starts with some flexing but it’s all founded in genuine anxieties that he’s gotten over, all with an effortless flow and slick rhyme schemes. The way the beat envelops around him when he gets into the compelling anecdote about why he personally believes in God is just really sweet and excellently crafted by Pdogg, especially with those smooth keys in the back and the distorted drum fills. Cole is definitely in his typical bag when going all meta and referring to his place in the rap game, but him contemplating retirement sounds a lot more genuine this time around, especially when his bars about a father crying when seeing his daughter walk down the aisle, and easing off to “let her grow”, in some ways mirror both the fact that j-hope will himself be enlisting in the military, as well as the fact that Cole has a record label now for his younger talent, that recently with JID and Ari Lennox is showing a lot more potential, meaning Cole’s preparing for his role as an elder statesman. It’s a fantastic verse then topped off by Cole showing his singing skills for once, with some of his most impressive harmonies backing j-hope in that final chorus, which really highlights the role model dynamic Cole balances against j-hope. Goddamn, a song by a BTS member and J. Cole actually made me feel something other than regret. I know it’s only in the top 40 because of those K-pop stan sales, but it’d be a breath of fresh air if it stuck around for any longer.

#30 – “Red Ruby da Sleaze” – Nicki Minaj

Produced by Go Grizzly, Cheese Beatz and Tate Kobang

“Never Leave You (Uh Oooh, Uh Oooh)” by Lumidee is a very interesting song. It’s an oddly ghostly, pitchy vocal performance over a percussive, kind of lo-fi drum pattern that not even Timbaland would have approached yet in 2003, yet is still mind-numbingly catchy. It hit #2 in the UK on release, and has since been somewhat of a staple, recently finding success as a sample for Chip and most notably Anne-Marie and Little Mix with “Kiss My (Uh-Oh)”, which is pretty fascinating considering how singular the song really is. I was pretty compelled by Nicki’s use of the sample since it kept the awkward intensity whilst adding Nicki’s similarly singular rap delivery, with some pretty detailed, aggressive bars dissing her competition... but with the chorus, the awkward, trap-adjacent percussion comes in alongside Nicki’s lazy, Auto-Tuned singing that never sounds good, and all of that intensity just leaves the song, since she ends up in goofy sex-rap territory once again. The second verse, once again, is pretty intense and uses the ghostly essence of the Lumidee track as a great foundation for some hardcore bars, even if she becomes less tense and more reminiscent of boring flexes as it goes on. Honestly, I know it wouldn’t have been a hit, but she could have just made a drumless track – she was raised in New York so a grimey, Griselda-esque sound would be a natural fit, and it would take out all of the need for the “contemporary” production since it would reach a more niche audience alongside her core base of fans who already buy everything she makes. I don’t think it would alienate nearly as many fans as she thinks it would, and it’s a shame that there’s a pop hook tacked on to what could be a heavy-hitting, toxic diss track otherwise. With Nicki Minaj, for me, it’s always been hit-or-miss, and yes, usually, within the same song as well, but I REALLY wished I could have liked this more because it could have been well up my alley.

Conclusion

Well, it’s an interesting batch of new songs and most of them are pretty alright. Worst of the Week easily goes to Don Toliver, Future and Justin Bieber for “Private Landing”, although I’m mostly blaming the producers... okay, and Justin Bieber. Mimi Webb bags the Dishonourable Mention like clockwork for “Freezing”, but as for our best it wasn’t even that difficult either. Of all people, j-hope and J. Cole take away Best of the Week with “on the street”, whilst I think MK and Dom Dolla are just barley eeked out by “Can’t Tame Her” by Zara Larsson for the Honourable Mention. All three of those songs really pleasantly surprised me. As for what’s next on the horizon, I suppose we’ll see what damage that Miley Cyrus album does, but for now, thank you for reading and I’ll see you next week!

[alice-angel12x]

Twisted wonderland Encanto

Story ideas inspired from @ira-hydrangea ‘s Twisted Wonderland Encanto!Yuu. Go check out their stuff! It’s great.

Bruno Madrigal the black sheep of the amazing Madrigal family, bad fortune is always just around the corner with him. Yet, even if he was a kind person, most fear and distrusted him. All but one, a woman who he would take as his wife, who later gives him a child who they named Y/n.

But sadly misfortune struck once again when only a year later his wife died suddenly in her sleep. The family was devastated, but Bruno continued to care for and love his child. From Playing in the garden with them to tucking them in at night.

Yet as time passed, Bruno began to worry about Y/n’s future. Would they too be suddenly ripped away from him too? So he went into his tower to look into the future, he had to know, he had to keep them safe.

But what he saw horrified him, a strange black carriage with a coffin whisking his child away, to a place filled with horrible monsters of ink. And a horrible fire-breathing lion, with a main of blue flames, a snake for a tail, tentacles coming from out of its neck, and Large dragon-like wings on its back.

As his vision became a physical glass portrait, and he could only sit and stare in sorrow. The portrait displayed Y/n falling back in fear as the monsters towered them, as the strange carriage seemed to block their path behind them.

The family grew fearful of his prophecy, Abuela, not wanting to lose another family member, set strict rules to keep them inside the safety of the Casita. For a time Y/n didn’t mind, but as they grew older it began to weigh down on them.

To the point that they reject accepting a gift from the Casita, stating. “What’s the point of having a gift to aid the community when I can’t even step a foot outside,” Y/n snapped. So Bruno told them why they are to stay inside the Casita. They immediately ran to the nursery and locked the door behind them.

Yet even in those times, Papa Burno would stay by their side and try to comfort their child. Trying to lighten their mood, and Y/n could never ask for a more caring father. When one day after Mirabel’s failed gift celebration, Y/n’s father disappeared.

Even with the family around, they couldn’t help but feel alone. They, over time, accepted the fact that their father was gone. Yet still couldn’t shake the feeling of captivity over the year and as the family grew. Y/n took on the role of caretaker to her young cousins until they left the nursery, got their own door, and leave to help the community. They and Mirabel grew close, bonding on the no-gift situation.

One day, on their 17 birthday a mysterious present appeared at the foot of their bed. Inside was a beautiful mirror, small and light enough to be held that was beautifully decorated with butterflies. The lift was not signed, but Y/n just knew that it was her father’s gift.

As Mirabel and Y/n hung out in the nursery, Camilo decided it would be fun to spook his two cousins. The two shrieked in fright, causing Y/n to lose their grip on the mirror. It went flying out the window and onto the soft grass below.

“Camilo!” Mirabel scolded.

As they two argued Y/n quickly slide out the window and got to the ground to retrieve their mirror. When suddenly…

As Y/n stared in awe and confusion when suddenly their attention was pulled away by the sound of galloping hooves. Thinking it was just a bunch of startled donkeys, they slowly started to move towards the house.

“Y/N! What Are You Doing Out There! Come Back!” Abuela screamed in fear.

“Y/n Behind You!” Mirabel gasped.

Just as Y/n turned as a black ebony carriage with two black horses came charging at them with great speed. Soon they were on top of them, Y/n ducked and shut their eyes tight.

“Y/N!!” The family screamed when suddenly it went silent.

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Part 2?

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[livingdeadmlm]

Hope it’s ok to assign my self as 🥭 anon! hi if you’re up for it and requests are still open I would really love to read a m!reader x bruno with reader making bruno just a flustered mess with how adoring and devoted he is to this man. Not even horny way I just think bruno deserves to be taken care of and made to feel like he’s top priority for once, y’know? i don’t have to many details tbh— Reader making bruno feel like he’s the only one for him with sm love and sappiness you can handle! Thnk u

Male reader X Bruno Bucciarati

Of course, you can be 🥭anon!!! yall these new requests coming in are really getting me in the mood to write please send more!!

Bruno finally made it home after a long day on a mission with the gang. His back ached and his head felt horrible. Walking up the small steps he heard gentle music through the door. He smiled and felt almost all his stress melt away when he opened the door. Locking the door behind him he heard your voice call to him from the kitchen, “s’That you hun?”

He sped walked to the kitchen watching you gently make pasta dough. You turned around and smiled at him. You planted a small kiss on his head having to stop yourself from, reaching for him due to the dough on your hands.

Quickly you kneaded the dough into a ball and placed it in a bowl. Wrapping the top of the bowl and placing it to the side. Washing your hands you turned your head to face him, “while the dough rises you want to take a bath?” he nodded very excitedly, a warm bath will feel amazing for his back.

Holding his hand you lead him to the bathroom. Bruno began to undress after seeing the tub was half full. Taking off his shirt and pants he noticed you were still fully dressed.

“Arent you going to get in with me?” his voice came out small almost a whimper.

You stepped towards Bruno taking his hands into yours. Your voice matched his in volume. “I want today to be all about you handsome, you deserve it.” you kissed his temple and combed your hand through his hair soothing him. He leaned into your hand.

“Okay handsome you get into the bath I’ll be right back.” you walked off and Bruno took off the last piece of his clothing settling into the bath he sighed in relief it was still warm. That's when he saw that next to the time, was a small stool with a rag and a few towels. The sounds of your record playing in the living room and the water softly pushing against the wall in response to his movements filled his mind as he sunk further into the water

Once you made it back you felt yourself smile at the sight of your boyfriend fully relaxed after a long day. You sat on the stool and picked up the small rag getting the new soap you had gotten just for this. You played with his hair as you began to rub the small pink rag over his chest.

Over his tattoo which you thought was beautiful on him and you made sure you told him that as often as it was on display. You went lower to his stomach his thighs and then to his legs the whole time you sang his praises. ‘My goodness look at you’ ‘so strong and handsome’. As your hands explored his body you gently caressed separate areas. It felt like he was burning up, like putty in your hands the soothingness of your voice and hands it felt like he was in heaven.

“Well Amore I hate to cut this short but we need to get some food inside you before it gets too late.” You unplugged the stopper for the bath and started to dry his hair. As the water went down Bruno became much more aware of his lacking of coverage for his body. While it was nothing you haven't seen before, with all the praise he was just given his headspace wasn't in its usual state. He felt much softer. Wrapping a separate towel around his body you hugged his head into your chest.

“Okay handsome I left your pajamas on the bed for you to change into once you’re ready.” you hesitantly let go and went back to finish the meal in time.

When he joined you, dinner was just ready just in time. You served him a plate and placed it at the table.

“Here you go my love I hope you like it.” the meal was nothing short of perfect to him. This whole day was turned around the second he came home, he's never felt more appreciated and safer around someone else to even think these forms of affection were to become commonplace.

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[domxmarvel]

Crush and crash

Masterlist

Bruno x Gender neutral!Reader

Note: This take place when the triplets are around their 20s.

Slot: Accidentally Fell on You

@plantgirlacrossthestreet

Bruno was constantly stumbling over his own two feet,you always tried to catch him if you could. Thankfully Julieta was always there to heal him if he got hurt,but if she wasn’t around you’d try to take care of him. He was always clumsy around you,he’d offer to help you but you were scared of him getting hurt. Even though you told him you could do it yourself,he still tried to help and got hurt.

"Bruno,please you need to be careful" You wrapped his hand up,he avoided looking you in the eye.

"Sorry"

"You don't have to apologize. I'm just worried about you getting hurt constantly,I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you" 

"I'll try to be more careful"

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 That didn't last very long,the next time you were in la casa Madrigal you noticed that he was only clumsy around you. You found both Julieta and Pepa in the kitchen and decided to say hi before going to see Bruno. They asked why Bruno was constantly getting hurt around you,you could hear how worried they were.

"He's really clumsy" They gave you a confused look,like you had said something utterly ridiculous. "He's constantly tripping over his own feet,don't tell me you haven't noticed?"

"Y/N,Bruno's not clumsy. He does parkour,he's really agile"

"Yeah,I fall over my own feet more in one day than he does all week," Pepa added at the end,trying to lighten the mood. 

"That's weird he's constantly tripping and getting hurt around me,but I have no idea why" Both Julieta and Pepa stared at you for a moment before staring at each other. 

"Y/N you know how Agustin is clumsy but gets even clumsier around Julieta,I think the same is happening to Bruno" You knew exactly what she meant,if Bruno was in love with you that would explain the clumsiness. You immediately left to go talk to him. The second you walked in you saw him running along the walls,swinging off a couple of the poles and landed perfectly on the stairs. He ran against the wall and was almost at the bottom of the stairs,when he made eye contact with you and immediately lost his balance,falling directly on top of you.

"I'm not going to lie I'm very impressed" He got off of you and reached down to help you up. "Are you okay?"

"I should be asking you that,sorry"

"Don't worry about it,I'm fine" What Pepa said suddenly struck you "Bruno"

"Yes?"

"Do you wanna go on a date with me?"

"I'd love to" 

#bruno x reader #bruno madrigal x reader #encanto bruno #bruno madrigal #bruno imagine #Encanto x reader #Encanto #encanto imagines #encanto imagine #young bruno madrigal #domxmarvel

[sweetyyhippyy]

Versace on the Floor. Spencer Reid x Reader.

(Not my gif.)

Summary: After JJ and Will’s wedding, Spencer is in the mood. Spencer and reader to home and have a romantic night of sex.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Tw: Not for readers under 18! Teasing, heavy making out, mentions of alcohol, fingering, calling Spencer daddy, lots of praising, cream pie, language.

Word count: 3.2k

A.N.: So this is based around the song Versace on the Floor by Bruno Mars. I fee like I’m kinda bad at song based fics but I had to do this 😅 I hope you enjoy!! Italicized and indented lines are the song!

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Let's take our time tonight, girl Above us all the stars are watchin' There's no place I'd rather be in this world Your eyes are where I'm lost in Underneath the chandelier We're dancin' all alone There's no reason to hide What we're feelin' inside Right now

The team watched, hearts full and smiles on their faces as JJ and Will stood under the beautiful flower altar, exchanging their vows and wedding rings with Henry between them.

Spencer wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his body and pressing a kiss to your head. You melt into his side and rest your head on his shoulder, the perfect little shelf for you. You could feel his thumb slowly going back and forth against your side making you shiver and give him a look out of the corner of your eye.

As Will and JJ kiss, everyone claps and cheers, the officiator announcing them officially as husband and wife.

There was a beautiful dinner planned, full of lots of white wine for toasting and drinking, and lots of talking, laughing and good times. The whole dinner, Spencer’s hand never left your thigh, it was completely innocent as far as where his hand was placed, but she knew that he had other intentions deep down.

There was a bit of back and forth teasing while the two of you got ready for the wedding. He knew what seed you were planting when you asked Spencer if he could see any panty lines on your dress, and when he said yes, you slid your panties off immediately, and walked out of the room, making Spencer's head spin. To get his revenge on you in the least obvious way possible, he kept his hands on your waist the entire time you tied his bowtie, giving you a squeeze here and there until you finished. You already had a thing for ties in general, and for some reason it got you going when he let you tie his tie for him.

You held your hand out to Spencer, standing up from your chair. “Come dance with me?”

Spencer smiles up at you and takes your hand, leading to the makeshift dance floor in Rossi’s backyard, the yard lit up by beautiful lantern lights up above them.

You wrap both your arms around his neck, both of you lovingly looking into each other’s eyes as you sway back and forth to the soft music playing in the back.

“You are so beautiful, you know that?” Spencer says warmly. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, handsome.” You reply, gingerly kissing his lips.

The hold you two had turned into Spencer hugging you against him tightly, his head resting on your shoulder in turn. It was as if nobody else was around at the moment, in their mind it was just the two of them holding one another in complete bliss.

“You know I only want you, baby? I want you for the rest of my life.” Spencer says in your ear.

You let out a breathy laugh and rub your nails against his back. “You only want me? Forever? Are you sure? Forever is a long time, Spence.”

Spencer lifts his head up and looks into your eyes, his heart fluttering as you stare back at him. “Yes, I have never been so sure about anything.”

“Well I want you forever. If you think you can handle and keep up with me forever.”

Spencer bites his bottom lip to fight the smile threatening to surface. “The real question is whether or not you can handle me forever, pretty girl.”

“Why don’t we find out? You want to get out of here?”

Spencer nods his head and both of you go around the party saying bye to the rest of the team before walking out to their car. Before you get in the car, you feel Spencer come behind you, wrapping himself around your body, dropping his head down to kiss your bare shoulder.

“Starting off with a taste of what I’m going to get tonight?” You remark, your eyes fluttering closed as he continues to pepper your skin with his lips.

“I can’t help it.” He says simply.

“The sooner we get home is the sooner we can play.”

Spencer pulls back from your skin and opens the car door for you, closing it once you settle in the seat.

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So baby let's just turn down the lights And close the door Oooh I love that dress But you won't need it anymore No you won't need it no more Let's just kiss 'til we're naked, baby Versace on the floor

Spencer wanted to pounce on you the second you walked through the doorway into the house you two shared, and have his way with you on the couch, the kitchen counter, even on the dining room table. But his hands instead found their way to your hips as you walked through the hallway, pulling your back against his chest, his hands clinging to your body tightly.

“I love you.” He rasps, kissing the spot below your ear.

“I love you more.”

You walk into the bedroom together, Spencer still wrapped around your waist as he kicks the door behind you shut. His fingers find the straps of your dress and pull them down your shoulder, not missing an inch of skin with his lips. Your whole body shivered as you felt the stubble on his face rub against your skin, loving how it scratched against you.

“I do love that dress, and how it looks on your body, pretty girl.” He whispers, his hands raking over your body as he feels your entire torso. “But I think it’ll look even better on the floor.”

You hum in response, reaching your arm up to find his hair and wrap your fingers around the curls. Your whole body was buzzing; from the alcohol you were drinking earlier as well as Spencer’s touch, as the soft kisses continued in the middle of the room, there was nothing that you loved more than how soft Spencer could be with you.

Spencer pulls his head back and ushers you to the bed, instructing you to lay down and wait for him.

You watched as he kicked his shoes off and walked over to the dresser on the other side of the room, pulling the lighter out and lighting the plethora of candles you had one by one. The dark room lit up dimly as Spencer strategically placed the candles on both sides of their bedside tables. You smile as Spencer walks back to the bed, crawling up to you and dropping his head down to kiss your lips again.

Both of you were rolling around the bed, making out, heavily with one another. You managed to wrap your legs around Spencer’s waist, bringing him closer to you as he started to press his crotch against you, feeling how painfully hard he already was.

“I want you so bad, pretty girl.” Spencer whispers.

“I want you too, but I really want you naked. Sit up, babe.” You say, unraveling your legs from him.

He quickly gets up, watching as you pull at his bow tie and throw it off to the side of the bed. You slowly undo his buttons, your eyes not detouring from his. Once you reach the last button, you tug the white button up shirt up out of his pants and throw it out of the way too, leaving him in just his pants.

“You are so handsome, Spencer. I can’t believe you love me.” You praise, touching his body lightly.

“I should be the one saying that I can’t believe you love me. I’m so lucky.” His eyes were soft as he looked down at you. “Tonight is going to be about you, okay? I’m going to take care of you.”

You nod your head and pull him back down to kiss you. You two could have gladly kissed all night, but it was inevitable that with all of the touching and the clothes coming off that things were going to get hot and heavy.

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Oooh take it off for me, for me, for me, for me now, girl I unzip the back to watch it fall While I kiss your neck and shoulders

“Sit on the edge of the bed.” You instruct, rolling off the bed.

Spencer follows your directions happily, sitting right at the edge of the bed and glues his eyes on you as you hook your phone up to the speaker and start a playlist you and Spencer had come up with for sexy time. He couldn’t help but take his cock in his hand and begin to stoke it as you took your hair down out of its bun and let your hair fall down your back and scratch your scalp softly.

You finally walk over to Spencer, putting both of your hands on his thighs and pressing a light kiss to his lips. “You want me to strip for you?” You ask, making soft eyes at him.

Spencer nods his head quickly, licking his lips. His mind was mush, there was no way he could form actual, coherent words. His IQ was no longer 187, he was lucky if it was at 18 at this moment. You two had been a couple for 5 years and it still made him giddy to see you naked.

You smile at him before you turn around, swaying your hips to the beat of the music playing in the back, dropping down low into Spencer’s bare lap and teasing his throbbing cock by slowly grazing over it with your ass.

Spencer had never been more focused on anything in his life as hard as he was focused on your whole body. He watched the way you pushed your hair to one side of your shoulder and turned your head back to look at him as you danced. You were mouthing the words to the song with a sexy smile on your face. Your eyes were soft and innocent, but he could almost see the fire deep in them; the same fire that was in them every time you two got hot and heavy.

Spencer’s hands travel up your back, taking the zipper and pulling it down slowly as you grind against his lap. Once he hits the base of the zipper he slides the top down your chest and stops at your stomach. “Stand up, sweetheart.”

You stand up, your back still turned to him. Spencer helps you slide the dress off your torso and lets it fall and pool at your feet. Immediately his lips ghost against your neck, biting softly at the skin as he travels to your shoulder, his thumb stroking the other side. His hand cups one of your breasts, stroking your nipple to make it hard.

You giggle as his fingers continue to play with your nipple, your eyes fluttering closed. “That feels good.” You hum.

“You know what’ll feel even better?” Spencer whispers in your ear, pressing one more kiss to your cheek. His fingertips drag down your bare stomach, slowly trailing down to your pussy, not yet touching your clit but rubbing the skin just above it.

“Spence.” You whine, melting into his body. “More, please.”

“Whatever you want, pretty girl.” He responds, sliding his fingers into your folds and massaging your clit slowly.  

“Fuck.” You shakily moan, gripping his arm and digging your nails into his skin. “That feels so fucking good.”

“Do you want me to make you cum, pretty girl? You want daddy to make you cum?”

You moan at the bedroom name, nodding your head in response. “Yes. Yes, keep touching me, make me cum, daddy.” You emphasize the name, moaning it out loudly.

“You want to marry me? You love me that much to spend the rest of your life with me? Be my wife?”

You didn’t know where this was coming from, and maybe it was the endorphins swimming around in your head from all the touch, or maybe it was the wine, but the thought sounded nice. “And if I do?” You respond.

“I will propose to you right now, y/n.”

You were in pure ecstasy as Spencer’s pace picked up on your clit, the sound of how wet you were against his fingers filled the room and was beyond obscene. The knot in your stomach tightened as you felt your pussy clench harshly, you were close and Spencer showed no signs of mercy.

“Spence, I’m going to cum.” You whimper, grinding your core against him to get more friction. “I’m going to cum.” You repeat.

“Go ahead, pretty girl. Cum on my fingers.”

With a few more circles around your clit, your body explodes, loud pleasurable moans falling from your mouth as you try to stay up against Spencer. You whine his name repeatedly, incoherently spouting “I love yous” as you come down from your high.

Spencer’s circles around your clit become lighter and more lazy as he feels you relax against him. “That’s my girl.” Spencer coos, kissing your cheek. “On the bed.”

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No don't be afraid to show it off I'll be right here ready to hold you Girl you know you're perfect from Your head down to your heels

You watch as he pumps his cock a few times before throwing your legs up onto his shoulders. You take the shaft of his cock into your hand and rub it against your clit, both of you moaning in unison.

“Spence.” You breathe out, running your free hand up his arm and over his bare chest, running your fingertips down to his stomach. “Baby I love you.”

He drops his head down, kissing your bare skin, holding your hips firmly and worshipping your body. “You are so perfect, sweetheart. Every single inch of you is flawless.” Spencer coos.

“Fuck me, Spencer, please.” You beg, you couldn’t take the teasing anymore, you needed him.

Spencer finally slides into you, taking a minute to gather his thoughts as he feels how soft and wet you were for him. He lays on top of you, thrusting in a staggered pace. He puts his arm under you, holding you close to his chest as he rutt into you harshly, finding a good pace once the clouds dispersed in his brain.

Your hand finds their way to his curls, holding his head close to your neck. The way his breath felt against your skin sent shivers down your spine. And his choked back moans sounded like music to your ears. You wanted this moment to last forever, you wanted to last forever with Spencer.

Spencer sits up onto his knees, not daring to pull out of you as he settles, pushing your legs back against you, gripping your thigh tightly. “You want to be mine?” Spencer asks, his eyes focused on hours.

“I already am yours, Spencer. I’m your girl.” You sputter out.

“You know what I mean, pretty girl.”

“Spencer Reid, I know you’re not proposing to me while you are fucking me.” You tease, giving him a laugh.

Spencer smiles down at you, licking his bottom lip. “No never.” He remarks. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing it slowly.  

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Can you feel it, baby? It's warmin' up Oh, seems like you're ready for more, more, more Let's just kiss 'til we're naked Versace on the floor

Your head rolls back on the pillow as you feel your walls flood around his cock. “Fuck daddy, that feels so… fucking good, please don’t stop.” You plead, taking his free hand and leading it to your throat. Even though you two were having a change of pace with slow romantic sex, you still needed a bit of roughness in the mix.

Spencer’s hand clenches around your throat softly, watching as you open your mouth slightly and gasp at the feeling.

“Harder, it’s okay.” You moan.

Spencer obliges, applying more pressure to your neck and to your clit. You were a mess underneath him, eyes rolled back in your head and loud whimpering moans filling the room along with his skin slapping against yours.

“You’re going to make me cum again.” You pant out, sinking your nails into his thigh. “I want to-fuck-cum on your cock, daddy, I want you to feel it.”

“Yeah, pretty girl, yeah cum on my cock. I love how it feels when you clench around me.”

All it takes is a few more thrusts before you fall apart under him, whimpering as Spencer still was rubbing your now sensitive clit, making you jump at the sensitivity. Spencer lets go of your throat and lightly rubs it.

“You’re so pretty when you cum, sweetheart.” Spencer grunts, feeling how well you clenched around his cock and how sexy his name sounded as you moaned it out. He could feel his own end coming close. His mind raced as he tried to fight his orgasm back, trying to last a little longer for you, but he was too far gone.

You watched as Spencer’s face softened, his eyes screwed shut and his mouth falling open as he ruts into you harder. “Cum in me, daddy please. I want it in me, fuck please.” You beg, wrapping your legs back around him.

Spencer drops his body onto yours, his head settling in between your shoulder and neck, he was just as much a mess as you were moments ago. He kisses your skin again as you feel him spill into you, letting out a throaty grunt.

Both of you lay there, drunk on each other still. You rub his back that was slightly coated in sweat, waiting for him to come back to life.

“Baby, are you alive?” You poke, combing his hair back on his head.

Spencer laughs and picks his head up resting it on your forehead. “I’m good. Are you?”

You kiss his lips and nod your head. “I’m very good. Let’s get cleaned up, we need our cuddles.”

You both head to the bathroom to clean up, Spencer still being very touchy, feely with you as you washed your face after using the bathroom. You stare back at him through the mirror with a smile on your face.

Spencer chuckles, wrapping his arms around your waist. “What?”

“Ask me.”

Spencer cocks his head to the side, much like a puppy, and gives you a confused look.

“Ask you?”

You nod your head and turn around. “Ask me what you wanted to ask me while we were having sex… unless you didn’t mean it.”

“No, no, no, baby I-I meant it. I was just confused. Just, hold on. Wait here.” Spencer leaves the bathroom and walks back to the bedroom.

You don’t listen to him and follow him out to the bedroom, grabbing a fresh pair of underwear and a big shirt and slipping it on your body.

Spencer pops out of the closet with something in his hand. “I thought I told you to stay?” Cocking his eyebrow at you.

You grin and sit on the bed. “You know I’m not a very good listener.”

Spencer walks over with a smile on his face, sitting on the edge of the bed near you. “I love you with my whole heart, y/n. And I want to be with you for the rest of my life, maybe even longer. You make me the happiest I’ve ever been in my entire life, sweetheart. Will you marry me?” Spencer opens the velvet box revealing a ring.

“Wait, did you have this ring the whole time?” You ask.

“I’ve had it for about a month. I’ve been trying to find the right time to do it. But then the case ran so long and I forgot the box here. I didn’t think I would be proposing to you after sex but here we are.” He laughs. “So will you?”

“Yes, I’ll marry you.” You whisper, kissing his lips deeply.

Spencer smiles at you, removing the ring from the box and slipping it on your ring finger. “It looks good.”

“You know, we need to celebrate the fact that we’re engaged.” You smile deviously at him.

“You can go again?” Spencer asks in disbelief.

“Get a girlfriend with a high sex drive, they said.” You say, crawling up into his lap and straddling him. “It’ll be so much fun, they said.” You tease, kissing him again. 

#spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid smut fic #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x reader smut #matthew gray gubler #matthew gray gubler smut #criminal minds #spencer reid smut one shot

[glitternightingale]

Fanfic Ask Meme

I finally got to answer all the questions you guys have been sending me from this meme! I never expected to get so many, that's why they're all here together. Unanswered questions will be left blank and if you do want me to come back to them, I'll just reblog this post.

Now, let's get into the Behind The Scenes of WAACH!

1. What inspired this fic?

I was inspired by the song "All Of You" which made me wonder how the family relationships after the main part of the movie developed. I was left with so many open questions because I think the writers took the safe, "easy way out" for their storytelling (yes, this is up for debate but in a different post).

Like, we have the communication issues the Blue Sisters have to deal with (have Luisa and Isabela ever even exchanged words on screen?). Then there are Alma's struggles with paying more attention to what her loved ones really need and, of course, Bruno's reintegration and the challenges he has to face after his extreme isolation.

2. Where did the title come from?

3. What part was most difficult?

Funnily enough, I always think the part I'm currently working on has to be the most difficult one to write yet, but looking back, I'd say it was "Calming The Clouds".

It was a tough balancing act to portray Pepa as both fierce and vulnerable. On the one hand, she carries so much guilt with herself and is haunted by her past. On the other, she is selfless enough to realize that someone else might need more support than she does.

But I think I found a satisfying way to avoid these conflicts by making them an explicit part of her mood swings. Also, I had to tip-toe my way through the Triplets' past and decide to which degree Bruno was hated by the village and/or supported by his family.

4. What are you most proud of?

5. What do you like best about this fic?

I had so much fun writing the story of how Bruno and Agustín met! I wrote most of the flashback in "Watching The Weary" (about 6k words) in a day. I don't know why, but Agustín's POV just sat right with me. Not to forget the worldbuilding with him hailing from Bogotá. I do plan on expanding more on his side of the family in future parts of the series.

6. What do you like least about this fic?

7. What’s a reference you made no one has picked up on yet?

Hmm, I might say it's this reference from "Building The Base" (*side-eyes @acewithapaintbrush 's "A Place for Crows"*):

He scurried down the hall without looking back. However, he then noticed how his mother had trailed after him with quick steps, watching him with suspicion and concentration like a hawk, or a crow.

She should rest her weary feet, he thought.

8. What’s a bit that sums up your take on a character?

9. Favorite line(s) of dialogue?

It has to be the storytime banter from "Risking The Ruse":

Isa shook Tío Bruno’s arm to make him go on with the story. “The young man had always been vindictive and evil and that’s why he killed his father.”

“Was there blood?” Isa asked.

“Yes, lots and lots of blood,” Tío Bruno answered flatly to which Isa tried to whistle in admiration.

10. Favorite line(s) of prose?

I'm still kinda proud of how I handled Julieta in "Making The Most":

With his head in the clouds, he had been tortured with feeling eternity. But no matter how many times he had suffered, his capacity for love was bottomless. Spending ten years in self-imposed exile to protect a child only proved what Julieta had always known about her brother.

11. Were there any points where you were trying to do something specific with sound, vocabulary, or rhythm?

12. Imagery that is important to the fic, either while composing or in the fic itself?

13. How many drafts did the work go through?

14. Were you listening to anything while writing the fic? If so, what?

Oh, considering that writing takes me a hot minute, there are whole playlists with songs I can't even remember from the top of my head. It's always a good mix of all genres though, ranging from folk to hard rock, to nightcore hip-hop.

But I listened to this song over and over again while writing "Twisting The Threads". It's perfect for Alma and Bruno's relationship.

15. What were you most worried about during the composition?

16. If you used a beta, what did you agree or disagree on?

17. Did anything surprise you during the writing?

I was quite surprised by how my intuitive characterizations correspond with the movie. Before I start a fic, there are always random ideas in my head that I have trouble connecting. But in the end, I realize that what I've thought of makes a lot of sense, actually.

An example is Félix being quite easy-going and extroverted in "Holding The Heights" but also having strong sensibilities toward the people around him, especially the more easy ones to upset (Pepa and Bruno, for example).

18. Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

19. Were any parts written under the influence?

20. What did you learn from writing this fic?

I've learned a couple of things over the course of writing WAACH!

Colombian history, cuisine, culture, Spanish terms of endearment, etc.

Writing takes effort, time, and sleep, but it's always worth it even when the process of getting there is a difficult one. It's especially rewarding to have people who anticipate the next update, the next fun fact, or a quick preview. The pressure might increase, but it's a good, challenging, and motivating kind of pressure even if my own expectations grow in turn.

There are many people who are just as nerdy as me and bursting with creativity! Let's make something beautiful, everyone!

❤️❤️❤️

#ask meme #ask game #my writing #waach #waach behind the scenes #what an arepa can't heal #encanto #encanto fanfic #my fic #madrigal family #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #alma madrigal #félix madrigal #agustín madrigal #camilo madrigal #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #luisa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #disney

[karahalloway]

50 Followers! 😵

I joined Tumblr about two months ago, and in that time, I have met some amazing people, read some truly awe-inspiring fanfics, viewed out-of-this-world fanart and... found 50 people who wanted to read my own contributions to the TRR fandom!

So, I wanted to take the time to not only celebrate, but to say a big THANK YOU to all the lovely people who helped make this awesome milestone happen!

Special shout-outs (and a surprise!) below!

First and foremost, I would like to thank @speedyoperarascalparty​ for introducing me to an initial group of Drake stan’s who decided to take a leap of faith and give (Un)Common Attraction a chance. 

Since then, I’ve connected with a bunch of other people who are just as (or maybe even more!) enthusiastic about TRR and Drake Walker than I am, some of who I have decided to give special shout-outs to, because you have really made by Tumblr and TRR journey a special one!

First off, special thank you to @aussiegurl1234​. Not only have you been super enthusiastic about my (admittedly not 100% canon) Drake, but you’ve also helped me when I’ve been struggling with writing, whether directly or indirectly, and I know I can always reach out to you to muse about our favourite fictional man, or just share random stuff that makes us laugh or inspires us.

Second of all, very special virtual hugs to @petiteboheme​. You are literally the best reader/reviewer a writer can ask for, and you rave about my Drake! As I’ve told you several times, I LIVE for your reviews - they make me laugh, make me smile and make me feel like I’ve actually written something good. Please don’t ever stop!

Thirdly, I’d like to say a special thank you to @princessleac1. I think you set a new record for smashing through both (Un)Common Attraction and the sequel, (Less Than) Noble Intentions, and your enthusiasm and demands for regular, LONG! chapters helps keep me motivated to write more. 

Finally, thank you so much to @queen-arabella-of-cordonia, @lovingchoices14​, @kingliam2019​, @walkerdrakewalker​, @tessa-liam​ and @secretaryunpaid​ for tirelessly reading, liking and reblogging my chapters each week! You really do make my day!  🥰

And last, but not least, thank you to EVERYONE who has decided to follow me, or who has recommended my writing to others to read! I know not all of you want to like, reblog or comment, but knowing that you are out there, reading and enjoying what I’ve created makes me feel warm and cosy inside  😇

So, by way of appreciation to all you lovely people, here is a little Drake mood board I have put together to celebrate - because let’s face it, if you follow me, you are most likely a Drake stan (or, at the very least, a Drake fan), and who does not enjoy shamelessly oogling this sexy man?  😉

Face claims (from top to bottom)

Left column: Nick Bateman - Does anyone know? - Nick Bateman

Centre column: Juan Betancourt - Does anyone know?

Right column: Bruno Santos - Does anyone know? - Bruno Santos

#drake walker #drake x mc #uncommon attraction #50 followers #i love yall #celebrate good times come on! #the royal romance #kara halloway #thank you so much!

[lilyclawthorne]

No Clouds Allowed In The Sky, Ch. 5

“Clear skies” had been her life’s motto, it was the only thing she had at times to keep the lid on her emotions, and keep the weather outside from becoming disastrous. Totally an effective solution to her problem with no foreseeable issues, right?

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5 times Pepa’s emotions were outside of her control + 1 time she can finally let them out

Ch. 4 Ao3 Link

Word Count: 2157

A/N: I’ve only read this over once so sorry if there’s any mistakes, or if anything flows awkwardly. I wanted to get this out already now that I finished writing it. I’m also not too sure how I feel about it? I kinda think Pepa feels less involved in this chapter somehow? It still discusses an incident and how it impacted her and her weather, but I think I wanted her to feel to feel just slightly less present in the whole chapter as a reflection of her own emotions by the end of it.

5. Age 40

Casita was quiet. It was a stark contrast to the noise and celebration that had been occurring only a night prior. The silence accompanied a feeling of dread, which served as a reminder, almost mockingly so, of how quickly everything can fall apart. The night before, everyone had been so happy. It was supposed to have been a good night. It should have been.

But what started as a celebration of the youngest Madrigal child receiving her gift, an event that should’ve lasted long into the night, came to an early end as everything went disastrously wrong. The whole town watching as Mirabel slowly broke into tears and was rushed back to the nursery by Julieta, while Agustín did his best to placate their other two daughters, who were no doubt concerned and full of questions about why their little sister’s ceremony didn’t work. Julieta was determined not to leave her daughter’s side, not at least until the girl was calm enough to fall asleep, and if that meant sleeping by her side all night, then so be it.

She hadn’t left until early the next morning, when she woke to a seemingly muffled cry and the distinctive sound of thunder, and then the sound of gentle knocking on the nursery door. Julieta had been concerned at the noise, but frankly hadn’t been in any mood to leave her daughter.

“ Pepa, what could be so import- “ Julieta began in a hushed whisper before stopping as she noticed the horrified look on her sister’s face, slightly amazed that the cloud above Pepa’s head didn’t match the severity of the emotions her face was conveying. She wondered if that was intentional, meant to keep Mirabel from waking up. After checking in on the girl, sure that she was still tired enough to stay asleep for a little while longer, Julieta stepped outside of the nursery, “What’s wrong?”

“I-it’s,” Pepa took a deep breath, “It’s Bruno’s door.”

Julieta gave her sister a confused but concerned look. Before she could question further, she was grabbed by the wrist and pulled over towards their brother’s tower. She had to stop herself from letting out a loud gasp as she took in the sight before her. Both sisters held on to each other as they stared up at the door which was no longer glowing as it had been before they all went to sleep.

“P-pepa, what does that mean?”

“Why would I know?!”

“Should we get Mamá?” The look Pepa gave her was enough to answer her question, “Should we go inside? Maybe he’s in there?”

Pepa hesitated, but eventually nodded her head once she heard the familiar sound of Casita's tiles, as though they were encouraging them. After Julieta quickly chose to wake up Agustín and ask him to stay by Mirabel, the two women made their way up the stairs, not letting go of one another as they pushed the door open. Finding no immediate presence of Bruno, they continued on further, knowing it was likely they’d have to make it all the way to the top of the cliff, either to ease their fears or confirm their worst suspicions.

There had been a time when they were kids, Pepa could easily create a small tornado that could bring them all the way to the top, but somewhere over the years she would no longer dare to do such a thing. So they started their trek upwards, pushing forward despite how much they could feel their age had caught up with them. When one got tired the other pulled the other along to make sure they could keep going, just hopeful they could get up and back in time before others began to wake up and notice the door as well.

As they finally made their way up the last few steps, they were met with another shocking sight. Instead of walking towards their brother’s vision cave, they could see the bridge that would lead them there was no longer intact. The sisters shared another look of concern, and then downwards off the edge.

“You don’t think?” Pepa asked, leaving it open-ended. She didn’t want to consider out loud the possibility of Bruno plummeting off the side of his cliff.

“ No . No, I think we would’ve noticed something down there. He’s clearly not here,” Julieta told her, unsure whether she was trying more to convince herself or her sister that he was still okay.

After accepting the fact that if he were around, it wouldn’t be here, the two made their way back down the stairs. They tried to quietly leave the room and return to the house, but were met by the sight of their own mother arguing with Agustín. It was clear she had noticed the door, and it sounded like he was keeping her from going up there herself.

At the sight of her daughters, she quickly turned her attention to them, loudly whispering, “What is going on?!”

They hesitated, and then like usual, Julieta spoke, “We don’t know Mamá. He’s not in there.”

“Well, whatever it is he’s done, we can’t let it stop us from going about our day. He’s bound to turn up at some point,” she told the two of them, but didn’t sound so sure. Pepa and Julieta shared a look that suggested they weren’t so sure either, but ultimately knew better than to question their mother.

Except they should have.

The day passed by and there was no sight of Bruno. The next morning came around and he wasn’t at breakfast. A drizzle had begun that gave way to a bout of rain that had an end seemingly nowhere in sight. The children began to catch on and started to ask, but each mention of their tío’s name sent another wave of fear and discomfort into the sisters. Each mention seemed to make their Abuela angrier as well. No one knew what to say or to do when little Mirabel asked if it had to do with her and her ceremony, as she was practically in tears at the possibility. She spent almost the whole afternoon by her mother’s side, Julieta attempting to occupy her mind by giving her tasks to help with in the kitchen instead.

After dinner, and once the kids were all put to bed, or at least left in their bedrooms, Alma requested to speak to her daughters again. They looked at their Mamá, hopeful she would have good news, but their faces fell when they heard what she had to stay instead.

“The night of Mirabel’s ceremony, I asked your hermano to look and see what it meant for our future. No one has seen him since,” she began. “Clearly, whatever he saw, he has decided it is more important to leave for himself instead of sharing it with the family so we can handle it together.”

Pepa thundered at that, “Mamá! How could you say such a thing?! We don’t even know-“ She was silenced as the woman held a hand up. Pepa didn’t want to express her annoyance, but the sound of more thunder betrayed her.

“We have never seen a door go dark, but I believe it’s safe to assume he has no intentions of coming back-“

Before she could continue, all three could hear a small gasp nearby. A flash of white and blue seen by the doorway told Julieta it was one of her own daughters, and she left to investigate once her mother told her that she had better handle that. Stepping outside of the room, she could see her daughter halfway up the staircase.

“Luisa.”

The girl froze, realizing she had been caught eavesdropping.

“I’m sorry Mami! I didn’t hear anything, I-I just wanted to get some water and heard talking…” she trailed off after trying to defend herself.

Julieta cocked an eyebrow, “So where’s that water then?”

Luisa’s face grew even guiltier at her mother’s words. The girl never did anything wrong, and the mere thought of getting in trouble brought tears into her eyes. Julieta rushed forward and picked the girl upwards.

“Oh, don’t cry, mi fuerza. Está bien. I know you’re worried, but just let us adults handle it okay? No need to mention it to anyone. Why don’t I bring you back to bed?”

Luisa nodded, and calmed down as her own mother carried her back to her room, tucking her into bed and giving her a kiss on the forehead. Julieta left, closing the door quietly. She expected to head back downstairs, but was instead met with the sight of her sister storming off towards her own bedroom with tears rolling down her face. Julieta watched as her own mother rolled her eyes at Pepa’s reaction and the rain that began to grow harder. Instead of speaking with her Mamá, she opted to go after her sister. Cleaning up after disaster was more her forte anyways.

“Pepa,” she knocked at the door, “May I please come in?”

For a minute, all she could hear was the sounds of her sister’s sobs, until finally the door opened and Julieta was met with the sight of a very concerned Félix.

“Would you mind giving us a moment?” she asked.

He hesitated, looking back at his wife sitting on their bed. He was met with wide teary eyes, and a small nod of the woman’s head. He relented, a small part of him understanding that it would not just be a moment. As the door shut, Julieta quickly rushed to her sister’s side, and Pepa practically collapsed into her arms, crying into the woman’s dress. It was not an unfamiliar position for either sister; Julieta could remember a countless number of times when she sat in this very same room holding onto Pepa just like this.

“Why?? Why would he leave us?” She cried.

“We don’t know for sure if he did,” Julieta tried to reassure.

“What if it’s my fault??”

The question made Julieta look at her sister incredulously, “That’s ridiculous, why on Earth would you think that??”

Pepa hesitated, she didn’t want to seem like a bad sister, “I yelled at him the other day. He scared Camilo in the middle of the night and I got angry with him, just like I always do!! And I was still mad when he left!!”

“I’m sure he knows you didn’t mean anything by-“

“I never mean anything by it!! I just, I can’t be mad ever, so then when I am mad, I get SO mad. And he’s just so easy to get mad at for the dumbest of things!!”

“Yeah, a hermanito can make an easy target. But he knows that you and your explosive temper never mean anything by it. Every time you get mad at it you show up at his room crying a few days later asking to be forgiven.”

“But he left! He left before I could! What if he really thinks that this is the time I truly hate him!! He’ll never know how much I love him!!”

“Pepa, I’m gonna need you to look at me okay? Can you do that? Can you see me?” Pepa looked up at Julieta, vision blurry from crying but still managing to stare her in the eyes,”Great. I’m going to need you to take a deep breath with me okay? Just breathe with me.”

Julieta always knew when her sister was spiraling, knew when they needed to stop so they could take a moment and prevent a full blown panic attack. Pepa nodded her head and listened to her, spending the next few minutes in silence as they two just took deep breaths together. Her breathing slowed, but the tears still flowed from Pepa’s eyes as her sister began to speak again.

“All we can know is that he’s not here right now. We don’t know why and it does us no good to speculate, but it likely has more to do with what Mamá asked him to see, not anything you may have said or done, okay? Just remember that.”

Her sister nodded again, slight sobs still leaving her mouth, but eyes drooping as well as the emotional toll of the day began to catch up to her. Julieta noticed, and shifted their focus to that instead, “Why don’t you try and get more comfortable so you can fall asleep okay?”

Pepa kicked off her shoes, letting them fall wherever on the bedroom floor, and took out her earrings. Julieta herself got to work on undoing her sister's braid and hair band, humming a familiar song softly as she ran her fingers through the other woman’s hair calmly and soothingly. Julieta took a moment to kick off her own shoes and pull the apron she was still wearing off so she could sit comfortably on the bed as well.

Her soft hums gave way to gentle singing, as Pepa finally recognized it as a lullaby her sister would sing to both her and Bruno when they were little and had nightmares. It brought even more tears to her eyes, but combined with the comforting presence of her sister it had her falling asleep in no time. And Julieta doesn’t mean to, she wants to check on her daughter again before the night ends, but her exhaustion catches up with her as well, the sounds of her sister’s rain on Casita’s roof is soothing, and she falls asleep next to her sister like they did when they were little.

Julieta wakes up early the next morning, cursing herself for falling asleep at all. She carefully pulls away from Pepa, slowly so as to not wake her up before heading outside of the room. Despite the rain that continued to pour outside, her sister seems to have slept through the night unbothered, and she’s at least grateful for that. She quietly walks over to the nursery to check on Mirabel, and finds that Félix seemed to have made use of the bed that his son had once occupied only months prior. When she wakes him up to ask him to swap places with her, she learns he took over comforting Mirabel last night so Agustín could also get some sleep, and she thanks him, freeing him from the task so that he could go take care of his wife instead.

The woman knows it’s the early morning, and she knows right about now she would usually be getting up to start breakfast for the family, but she can’t bring herself to leave her daughter. Especially not when the girl seems to scoot closer to her in her sleep the second she gently sits herself down on the edge of the bed.

The girl’s eyes flutter open a bit as she sees Julieta, and sleepily mumbles,“Mamá? I had a bad dream…”

“Shh, it’s okay mi vida, I’m here with you,” Julieta pulls herself together internally so that she could comfort her daughter, laying down fully so the girl could rest in her arms and fall back asleep.

It’s only an hour later when she is woken up by her own mother, who is clearly unhappy. Tells her she needs to speak with her, now . Julieta tells her she’s not leaving Mirabel alone, but Agustín was not far behind and was told to take over by his mother-in-law. The elder woman leads her own daughter back to Pepa’s room. Clearly she needed to talk with both of them again, but was unwilling to bring the other sister anywhere else with her rain cloud.

Pepa’s sitting on the edge of her own bed, fear in her eyes, and when their Mamá sternly tells Julieta to sit next to her sister, she understands that fear as she’s immediately transported back thirty-five years into the past when the woman would bring them up to her own room, sit them down on her own bed, and scold them whenever they were in trouble. It was uncomfortable to say the least. She feels her sister brush her hand against hers, clearly looking for some type of comfort, and she doesn’t hesitate to grab on as their mother begins.

“I know you’re both upset, we’re all upset by the events of the past few days, but it is not an excuse to neglect your responsibilities! Pepa, the crops are already starting to flood, and Julieta, you’ve fallen so far behind on your schedule today. God forbid someone gets seriously injured and you’re not prepared for it!”

Julieta, always the first to try and protect her siblings, spoke first, “Mamá, a lot has happened, you can’t expect any of us to have processed everything so fast.”

“Maybe so, but I don’t expect you all to fall apart so easily either.”

Pepa’s own cloud had been steadily growing the whole time, easily letting the other two know of her true feelings despite not having spoken a word. A flash of lighting cracked at her mother’s words, “W-we’re not falling apart. We lost our hermano. We have a right to be sad.”

“Please, Pepa, not falling apart? Just look at the size of your cloud,” And the cloud in question only got bigger at her comment, “Clearly he didn’t care enough about this family, and if this is the way talking about Bruno will make the two of you act, it’s better off we don’t talk about it at all.”

“But, Mamá that’s not tr-

“ Julieta! Do not argue,” the woman’s sharp voice cut her off, shutting her up instantly, “We should’ve seen this long ago, I mean he even ruined Pepa’s wedding all those years ago. We should have known. We are done talking about this, understood?”

Pepa opened her mouth to speak, to argue, to say anything, especially about the wedding comment. Both of the sisters were adults, they had their own voices that they knew they should be able to use, but neither one could gather the courage to say anything.

“I said, are we understood?”

Julieta didn’t acknowledge it, didn’t look at her mother, but rather at her sister beside her. Pepa’s eyes were shut, taking deep breaths in and out, and there was no doubt in Julieta’s mind that the only thought in her sister’s head was “clear skies” on repeat. She squeezed her hand to help ground the woman, her rain slowed down, and only moments later she opened her eyes and simply nodded her head in agreement.

Their mother seemed pleased at that, clearly eased by the fact that the more argumentative of her daughter’s had agreed with her, and left the sisters on her own. When Julieta turned to speak to Pepa, she met her eyes and saw a deep sadness, a numbness that disturbed her, and before anything could be said, the younger of the two told her she didn’t want to talk about it. They weren’t supposed to anyways.

And Pepa had decided she could do that. She had already become so used to pushing her feelings down for their Mamá, used to pretending she felt something she did not, so what was one more thing to shove down. Besides, if she could ignore it, she could numb it, maybe even change her feelings towards it one day. But for now if she didn’t have to hear it, didn’t have to feel it, then perhaps she could get her weather in control again too.

Julieta stood up, decided not to push at the moment, and took one last concerned glance at her sister before leaving the room. She took one look up at the sky outside. The rain was nothing more than a light mist. There were clouds up above, but none that thundered, just sitting there blocking the sun from breaking through. It was bleak, dreary, unexpressive, unlike her sister, and would stay that way for quite some time

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