and on that note of knowing the cool sisters colors reflect the parent they’re closest with. Does this apply to warm family too?
all of them wear a shade of yellow except Dolores who only has yellow accents. Whilst red is still a warm color it’s also the brightest out of them. My sad theory is that this is something to do with Dolores being known as “isabelas shadow” so in order to stand out more from the yellows of the rest of her family dolores wears red to differentiate herself maybe? Red is also a color associated with romance which we know dolores longs for! red is passionate too! it’s a color that’s hard to miss and paired with the hair bow it makes it hard to overlook Dolores! The yellow accents and cream blouse still tie her back to her family but I think she just wants to stand out more so people stop associating her with being overlooked by isabela! that’s just my little hc though I’d be interested to hear other points on this because I don’t think Jared ever answered this?
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It’s Félix’s birthday! 🌈 Any prompts for the king of all husbands?
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uwahh anyone pleasee T0T)// ...,, i can't find a gn!reader or fem!reader x scara fic as their adopted child!!@^#rdGHrw&#q@*#* help me find one😭😭😭😭😭
and if possible, its tag(s) would be angst-angst w/ no comfort or angst-fluff or just pure fluff onggsgdfhds-- and also, imagine one of the lines of reader is from this song, and as for scara this ✨✨.
....... ahem,, please excuse me for this sudden behavior ^ ^)7
a lil edit by me ♡
s/n: plss im just so desperate.. 🥹🥹
i only see it on yt comms :'>
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Camilo was obsessed with Dolores' every move as a little kid and followed her around all the time, always inserting himself into the primas-hermanas' playtime. Dolores got irritated, obviously, but eventually learned to live and let live. She kinda misses him not always being two footsteps behind her now.
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no but you do not understand we collectively spent YEARS heartbroken over donna! and doctor never ever got over losing her! and now they are together, and they have chosen each other for family, and donna's family has warmth enough for him, and they are happy and having dinners, and 14th is casually sneaking his niece away on adventure while making sure not to tell donna because she would obliterate him and IT'S OKAY THEY'RE CHOSEN SIBLINGS IT'S WHAT THEY FUCKING DO.
listen. LISTEN.
donna's every day was taken away from her.
the doctor has been running every day ever since.
and now they get to spend time together. not a brief trip in a tardis. not a reunion before parting forever. but every. day. every day, one after the other. and they are finally home.
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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
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How does the family react to Mariano's new red vest?
They’re gonna pile those red clothes on him! He’s one of them now, he’s gotta fit the aesthetic 😉
Plus it reminds them all to ask Mirabel for some help with outfits, because that girl has talent
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