[bvlladonnas]

BVLLADONNAS — a dependent multi-muse blog for valpohq. adored by angel ( 21, she/her, pst )

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ — esmeralda domínguez-herrera: info + pinterest. ꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ — beatrice “birdie” roux: info + pinterest. ꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ — oliver ayala: info + pinterest. ꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ — ximena reyes: info + pinterest. ꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ — freya cobell: info + pinterest. ꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ — briar sutton: info + pinterest.

[sweetfridays]

♡ AYO EDEBIRI the met gala 2024

[bvlladonnas]

closed / @skidemark, for sicily location / esme's room

                   ꒰ა     ♡     ໒꒱  -—  "  so  his  name  is  buddy  — "  esme's  voice  is  light  as  she  peers  into  the  tank,  lid  taken  off  carefully.  it's  big  enough  that  she  has  to  get  on  a  stool  to  see  the  top  of  it  (  400  gallons,  to  be  exact.  thank  god  for  ridiculous  wealth  and  a  huge  room  ),  and  her  brows  furrow  together  as  she  tries  to  point  the  coral  catshark  out.  various  species  of  fish  flit  around;  tangs,  clownfish,  and  angelfish,  but  no  shark.  which  was  kind  of  the  whole  point  of  inviting  sicily  over  (  besides  esme  just  wanting  to  hang  out  with  her  ).  "  he  likes  to  hide,  especially  when  i'm  not  feeding  him  — "  eyes  flit  to  the  squid  in  a  bag  on  the  shelf  next  to  her  head  and  she  sighs,  "  — but  i  am  feeding  him,  so  that's  kind  of  irritating.  "  a  pause  as  she  turns  to  regard  sicily  with  a  soft  smile.  "  do  you  want  to  feed  him  ?  maybe  he'll  come  out  if  he  senses  someone  new.  "  he  is  quite  social,  unlike  his  owner. 

[tajthegrappler-deactivated20240]

Ridin’ dirty? 🤣 ( open starter )

Taj had found himself with free time. One scenario would find himself in his apartment with a brush in hand but as of late he was burnt out emotionally, physically, mentally, and even creatively. It was an artist’s worst nightmare. The nature of his work never found him with much of a social life outside of his roommates many one night stand hookups or whoever Marcel was interested in that week. Those faded out rather quickly but that was the cost of the dream. He’d only been in Quilupé for coming up on a year, things would change. He just had to find the right crowd. The young artist rode around the park on his scooter, the only source of transportation he had currently, as if he were someone’s 12 year old kid brother. Taj had been riding around on the scooter forever lost in thought when just like that, a rock changed his fate as he hit full force and slid on the pavement tripping along with the scooter. The New York temperament came out as he probably exclaimed a little too loudly, “Fuck!”

@valpostart

[bvlladonnas]

                      ꒰ა    ♡    ໒꒱ -—  this  is  why  oliver  doesn’t  go  on  walks  (  ignoring  the  obvious,  that  he’s  a  grumpy  homebody  who  would  much  rather  stay  in  his  house  reading  than  go  outside  ).  still,  he  figured  a  walk  in  the  park  could  do  him  some  good,  if  only  so  he  could  get  some  sun  and  a  good  tan  in  an  effort  to  get  his  dark  circles  to  be  less  noticeable.  he’s  actually  enjoying  the  birds  chirping  and  the  scenery  when  the  peace  is  interrupted  by  the  expletive  —  his  eyes  shut  for  a  moment  and  he  fights  the  urge  to  sigh.  eyes  fall  to  the  man  (  kid,  if  you  ask  oliver,  but  he’d  sound  too  old  )  on  the  floor  in  front  of  him,  “  you  okay  down  there  ?  i’m  not  a  witness  to  broken  bones  or  anything,  right  ?  please  say  no.  “

[skidemark]

only  a  slight  grumble  as  he's  rudely  pushed  away  from  his  pondering  post.  oliver  is  so  testy  these  days  -—  part  of  him  wonders  if  he  and  imani  are  having  issues  again  (  again  is  subjective,  aksel  is  just  a  nosy  little  shit  who  tends  to  not  think  about  things  in  full  when  it  comes  to  his  friends  )  and  makes  a  mental  note  to  investigate  as  such.  “well,  yes,  but  i  was  looking  for  more  ideas  like  that  -—  the  kids  are  into  olivia  rodrigo  on  our  way  to  school.  is  she  big  these  days?”  he’s  heard  something  about  that  lil'  mexican  girl,  but  he's  not  sure  if  she's  popular  enough  to  warrant  an  entire  night  dedicated  to  her.  and  by  kids,  he  means  his  own  and  the  girl  sneaking  his  fucking  waffles  from  the  freezer  in  the  middle  of  the  night,  living  in  his  guest  house.  not  the  twenty  somethings  who  follow  him  around  like  ducklings.  differences!  and  also,  the  former  is  not  the  target  audience,  but  they  keep  him  young  while  the  latter  gives  him  grey  hairs,  so  he's  picking  his  battles  with  this  one.  "i'm  definitely  not  lame?"  brows  furrow,  like  he's  truly  offended.  what  the  fuck,  bruh.  "you  can  talk  about  lame  all  you  want,  but  one  of  us  runs  a  club.  the  other  runs  a  bookstore  —  think  about  it,  smarticus." 

[bvlladonnas]

                    ꒰ა     ♡     ໒꒱  -—  olivia  rodrigo  —  the  name  sounds  familiar  to  oliver,  but  only  in  the  way  that  stuff  kids  are  into  does  (  that  is,  he  files  it  away  and  never  thinks  of  it  again  ).  he  thinks  sicily  might  have  listened  to  one  of  her  songs  one  time  ?  he’s  got  no  clue.  “  she’s  the  …  vampire  girl,  yes  ?  i’m  sure  if  you  had  a  themed  night  for  her  people  would  come  out.  maybe  you  should  do  a  2000’s,  or  a  90’s  theme  —  that’s  really  popular  right  now,  apparently.  can  you  believe  it  ?  feels  kind  of  offensive.  “  seriously.  what  do  they  know  about  90’s  music  and  pop  culture  ?  it  also  makes  oliver  feel  really  aged,  but  that’s  neither  here  nor  there.  the  offended  glare  only  has  oliver  scoffing,  holding  up  a  finger  as  if  to  tell  aksel  to  ‘wait’  while  he  counts  the  change.  a  minute  and  he’s  looking  up  again,  thoroughly  unimpressed.  “  yeah,  and  my  bookstore  is  tiktok  famous,  apparently.  is  your  nightclub  ?  “  all  things  considered,  it  probably  is.  the  concept  of  catch  is  cool  enough  it  makes  oliver  grumble.

[cybermuses]

"you mean to tell me this entire time i didn't have to pay you to get encouraging words from you?" salem teased as esme sat down in the seat across from her while quickly making space for the other. "i promise you're never intruding on me. i don't mind one bit! plus it gives us a chance to catch up somewhere else that isn't a dimly lit bar for once right?" she chuckled before taking a sip of her coffee. salem nodded as esme spoke about what she'd been up to, a bit taken back that her favorite bartender was no longer at los fantasmas. "wait you're at catch now?! any reason specifically or did you need a change of scenery?" she asked curiously. "i'll come to any bar to see you, that's never an issue. i've dealt with worse people before."

[bvlladonnas]

                   ꒰ა     ♡     ໒꒱  -—  "  oh,  did  i  forget  to  tell  you  that  earlier  ?  my  mistake,  but  it  is  pretty  hard  to  get  anything  through  to  you  when  you're  three  terremotos  in.  guess  the  money  didn't  hurt  either.  "  esme  grins,  matching  salem's  teasing  with  her  own.  she  sets  her  back  on  the  chair  next  to  her,  having  half  a  mind  to  bring  her  own  books  out  but  stopping  herself.  she  needs  to  be  more  social,  really.  new  years  resolutions  and  all  that  (  it's  may  ).  "  exactly.  you're  even  prettier  in  broad  daylight  !  and  a  lot  less  sad.  "  blunt  as  ever  she  takes  a  sip  of  her  own  coffee,  smiling  to  herself  in  contentment  at  the  sugary  sweetness.  the  reaction  makes  her  nod,  a  little  laugh  escaping  her,  "  i've  been  so  stupidly  busy  with  school,  and  i  knew  my  manager  wouldn't  give  me  only  one  day,  so  i  decided  to  just  make  aksel  do  it.  knew  he  wouldn't  say  no.  "  she's  sure  the  payroll  person  would  have  something  to  say  about  it,  though,  "  plus,  now  you  get  to  go  to  a  fun  club  !  bring  whoever  you  want,  drinks  on  me.  "  esme  will  keep  that  one  quiet,  though. 

[driftwccds]

closed  starter  for  BIRDIE  (  @bvlladonnas  ) location  :  literally  probably  like  5  steps  from  his  apartment  complex.  he  will  dig  his  heels  into  the  grass  like  a  toddler  before  they  get  him  anywhere  near  nightlife.  

-ˋˏ ꒰ 🐚 ꒱ ── "  see,  here's  the  thing,  "  rohan  stops  dead  in  his  tracks,  pressing  his  palms  together  and  pointing  them  towards  his  captor  (  poor  birdie,  who's  already  had  to  hear  classic  avoidance  tactics  such  as  "  i  think  i  left  the  oven  on  "  and  "  what  if  there's  an  emergency  with  the  cat  "  ).  there’s  a  pause ──  rohan  has  to  think  up  another  lie  on  the  spot,  which  he  wasn't particularly good at even the first time ──  then  he  gestures  over  his  shoulder,  "  i  actually  just  remembered  that  there's  this,  um,  weird.  .  .  bioluminescent.  .  .  fish.  .  .  event  thing  happening  right  now,  "  he  stumbles  through  yet  another  shoddy  excuse,  hands  raising  in  false  surrender,  "  once  and  a  lifetime  opportunity  !  "  he  practically  squeaks,  taking  a  step  back  with  an  exaggerated  shrug  of  his  shoulders,  "  sorry  !  like  i  said  i'd  really  love  to  go  with  you  but  this  is  a  very  real,  one-night-only  kind  of  thing,  so,  guess  you're on  your  own  !  "

[bvlladonnas]

               ꒰ა   ♡   ໒꒱   -—  "  as  kind,  warm-hearted,  and  loving  as  i  am  —  "  alright,  birdie,  let's  roll  it  back,  "  —  i  don't  take  kindly  to  being  lied  to,  rohan.  and  you  are  most  definitely  lying  to  me  right  now.  "  her  hand  pulls  back  from  where  it  had  grabbed  his  (  they  did  say  they'd  pull  him  out  of  this  house  kicking  and  screaming.  thankfully  for  them,  rohan  wasn't  screaming  ).  arms  cross  and  birdie  regards  the  other  with  a  deep  frown,  brows  knit  together.  "  and  i  know  that  isn't  a  once  in  a  lifetime  opportunity,  because  i  read  in  one  of  your  silly  boat  books  that  the  bioluminescence  happens  more  or  less  every  year.  so  don't  take  that  with  me,  mister.  "  using  a  tone  reserved  primarily  for  their  younger  cousins  (  and  rafael  &  drew  )  birdie's  eyebrow  raises,  practically  daring  rohan  to  argue  more.  "  we  go  for  an  hour.  you  hate  it  and  act  all  grumpy  gills  the  entire  time,  we  leave  and  go  watch  the  silly  water.  deal  ?  " 

[scmantic]

for @bvlladonnas where? omar's

"i think i gotta move again." omar sighs, running a hand over his face. it's an overreaction, naturally, but he's not having a the best week and he thinks he's allowed to be a little dramatic about this (even if it's all his fault). "would you believe me if i told ya i did something really stupid?" he pauses, "actually, don't answer that." he can't imagine the answer being good, "i don't believe in karma, but i must've done somethin' really fucked up in a past life or whatever."

[bvlladonnas]

               ꒰ა   ♡   ໒꒱   -—  "  that's  a  bad  question.  of  course  i'd  believe  you  if  you  said  you  did  something  stupid.  "  birdie  says  it  in  a  matter-of-fact  tone,  shrugging  their  shoulders.  cheap  shot  aside,  they  lean  forward,  chin  perched  upon  their  hands.  a  bright  smile  as  they  nod,  "  keep  going,  though,  now  i'm  curious.  what'd  you  do  ?  "  brows  raise  and  she  tilts  her  head  to  the  side  to  convey  that  she's  listening,  eyes  curious.

[scmantic]

rania reaches up a hand, gently carding her fingers through freya's hair as he speaks, "well, if the headaches become migraines, let me know — i can be very intimidating when i want to be." she half-jokes and leans over to press a kiss to their shoulder, "i'm glad it's good, though, i know it's been a weird few months for you." for rania, too, but this isn't about her, it's about freya. she shrugs, "work is work. same old shit, different day. i did have a kid some in with a lego stuck in his ear, that was crazy." she looks at her, a soft smile tugging at her lips, "but you hear about my work all the time. what are you drawing, darling?" she asks, wanting to be interested, wanting to try and be supportive in those little ways. it's the least freya deserves from her. they've always been her rock, her calm, rania hopes she can be the same for her.

[bvlladonnas]

               ꒰ა   ♡   ໒꒱   -—  freya  doesn't  like  feeling  ...  not  vulnerable,  per  se,  she'd  gotten  over  that  long  ago,  carved  out  by  rania  early  in  their  relationship.  inadequate  may  be  a  better  word  —  always  exceptional,  they  aren't  used  to  (  and  don't  like  feeling  )  less  than;  not  something  their  darling  wife  would  ever  do  to  them,  but  self-imposed.  their  head  leans  into  rania's  warm  hand,  tilting  it  so  she  can  kiss  her  head,  "  you  ?  i  believe  you,  but  i  think  you're  too  pretty  to  be  scary.  maybe  in  a  hot  kinda  way.  "  trying  to  keep  things  lighthearted,  freya  shakes  their  head.  "  weird,  but  ...  we'll  figure  it  out.  we  always  do,  yeah  ?  "  it's  hard  to  tell  if  freya  is  trying  to  convince  rania  or  herself;  not  having  a  plan  was  never  really  freya's  worry,  but  worrying  rania  was.  "  a  lego  ?  shit,  what  was  he  doing,  trying  to  build  a  phone  ?  "  a  pause,  then,  as  they  stop  their  pencil,  turning  the  sketchpad  over  to  show  rania.  it's  some  birds  they  saw  in  the  park  today,  perched  on  top  of  a  bird  bath,  "  figured  i'd  sculpt  it  later  —  the  old  people  over  at  casaplan  have  been  letting  me  use  their  stuff.  they're  really  nice,  did  you  know  that  ?  "

[royalarmyofoz]

Lily Gladstone RESERVATION DOGS 2.09

[hereforevr]

"honestly? i ask myself that every day." she finds herself laughing right along with her. "ninth and tenth, mostly." which sounds absurd, given their handwriting. embarrassing, almost, despite it really being their elementary teachers' jobs to teach them. "no idea how they get this far, been getting worse every year the past couple years." she's got her theories, though. not to sound all 'kids these days can't even read anymore' about it. some of them have good excuses, but not this many. at this point she's half tempted to spend a week or two going back to the basics that someone should have taught them by now. "you are a lifesaver," she smiles, sliding over a stack of slightly less frustrating assignments. "i owe you one later."

[bvlladonnas]

               ꒰ა   ♡   ໒꒱   -—  "  ah  —  okay,  could've  fooled  me.  "  freya  should  probably  feel  worse  about  saying  that,  but  they  can't  help  it.  head  shakes  as  they  eye  the  papers  on  sarah's  lap,  gaze  turning  from  them  to  their  kids  playing  on  the  swings.  well  —  she  hopes  they'll  be  able  to  write  their  name  better.  "  yeah  ?  maybe  we  should  start  teaching  cursive  again  —  "  a  pause,  squinting  for  a  moment  in  thought  before  they  continue.  "  do  ...  we  teach  cursive  anymore,  actually  ?  i  don't  know.  i  should  stop  talking,  i  almost  dropped  out  in,  like,  tenth  grade.  "  no  good  reason,  either.  just  didn't  like  school  very  much,  which  is  crazy  considering  freya  had  gone  to  law  school.  they  nod,  taking  a  red  pen  from  sarah's  hands  to  the  paper,  "  nah,  s'fine.  what  i'm  here  for  —  don't  start  asking  me  to  grade  essays,  though.  TA  days  are  waaaaaay  behind  me.  "

[acosmicdisappointment]

𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐲.

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡. (BIRTHDAY) SURPRISE SHAWTY! Luna and Astrid aren't the only ones with a surprise for Ximena on her birthday. // as promised @bvlladonnas By now, we all know that Enzo and Ximena are "just friends" and her friends clearly don't like him for her given his stellar record of breaking hearts, manipulating, gaslighting blah blah blah. But Enzo truly does care for Xime (or maybe not, who knows?) Enzo didn't want to greet her right away (even though he literally waited for the clock to strike midnight on the 15th). He didn't want to seem too eager to greet her on her birthday. He's not her boyfriend or whatever, right? Anyway quick fun fact, this is the first time Enzo willingly posted a girl publicly on his Instagram. Not just one photo but five. Meine kleine peony or my little peony (disclaimer: I do not speak Deutsch so this is the best I could do). The nickname is pretty self-explanatory. Xime likes peonies and she's kinda tiny compared to him so there you have it. image 01: Enzo's teaching her how to drive. She looks so pretty as both his passenger princess and as a driver. image 02: They were on the beach just in time for sunset. He lent her his jacket. And well, she just looked so cute smiling and wearing something of his. image 03: Even without makeup on, Enzo still found her beautiful (that's not every 'just friends' of you tsk tsk) Did their hands make a heart sign or a burger? I can't tell really. image 04: Well, that happened. image 05: Oh and that too. Where's his gift? Well, he's planning on surprising her with a night drive (wow totally new!) but with his guitar in the backseat (yeeesh) and a bouquet of peonies waiting for her in the passenger seat <3 But he's not gonna start giving her gifts just yet.

[valpoupdates]

FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS A XIMENA REYES !

On behalf of all residents in the Valpo Region, we'd like to wish Ximena Reyes a very Happy Birthday ! You're as soft as the cute little things you crochet. As things get colder here in the Valpo region we're happy to have our own personal ball of warmth in you. Kind eyes and an even kinder heart to match, you leave a good impression on everyone you meet. We hope today you get to rest well, eat all your favorite things, and spend time with people who cherish and value you like the valpo region has come to do. We hope the day is as sweet as you and to help it be so we'd like to gift you a free macaroon baking class for you and one other of your choosing! ( @bvlladonnas)

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✿ ━━━━ happy birthday ximena !

at midnight on the dot, astrid and luna would come into ximena's room with no warning. they were singing happy birthday at the top of their lungs ( still in key though, luna made sure they rehearsed before ) while astrid came in the room carefully holding the tres leches birthday cake with the 24 candle lit in the middle and luna brandished her birthday picnic basket that was both a gift, and held even more gifts the two of them had put together for her. / @bvlladonnas , @aestriiea

details on what was inside the basket below !

FROM ASTRID:

A hand drawn self-portrait of Ximena while she was deep into a crochet project. Its meaning quiet as Astrid doesn't do self portraits, but she'll do another for Ximena in a heartbeat.

Besides that was a small poem folded up with READ PRIVATELY scrawled across it for her.

Assorted yarns varying in color and quality.

A fountain pen with the a small note attached saying: We need new diary entries, are you out of ink?

FROM LUNA:

A Charm bracelet from James Avery, but the charms are a mixture of frilly/girly charms (like hearts, a concha charm, flower bouquet, crochet needle, etc.) and amongst them were handmade charms by luna of ximena's, luna's and astrid's birthstones and a few with some crystals luna picked out for ximena.

A set of those Sylvian critters she mentioned, but with additional custom clothes for them that luna special ordered so they could more accurately reflect the three of them.

A set of my melody pajamas with a matching plushy to go with it.

A sunflower stationary set to match her flowers.

Framed copies of the first letters they ever exchanged as penpals back when they were 11 next to the last letter they exchanged before meeting in person.

FROM BOTH OF THEM:

Slips/Mumus for their sleep over that's happening that night, lots of skin care for them to play with, and snacks galore.

There is also dinner already waiting to be heated up in the fridge that Luna cooked before coming over for the surprise.

[divinctionsarchived-deactivated]

               imani   didn't   care   how   old   ximena   was,   she   would   always   been   in   a   state   of   wanting   to   pinch   her   cheeks   !   never   having   children   of   her   own   wasn't   something   imani   regretted,   necessarily.   there   were   a   lot   of   things,   her   career   namely,   but   also   her   freedom   that   imani   hadn't   been   ready   to   compromise   on.   however,   meeting   xime   and   being   instantly   reminded   of   her   own   siblings   and   the   nieces   and   nephews   they   brought   into   the   family,   she   immediately   felt   responsible   for   her.   in   a   way,   her   own   motherly   instinct   kicked   in   the   second   the   two   grew   closer.   "   a   dresser   against   your   front   window   and   not   curtains   ?   "   ximena   asked   sincerely.   she   made   sure   to   slow   her   own   signing   down   to   aid   with   ximena's   learning.   "   is   that   a   stylistic   choice   or   do   you   just   not   know   where   to   get   curtains   because   we   can   add   that   to   the   list   and   put   aksel   and   oliver   to   work   to   install   them.   "   she   suggested.   "   what   about   your   hobbies   ?   do   you   want   to   make   a   space   for   that   ?   "

[bvlladonnas]

               ꒰ა   ♡   ໒꒱   -— "  i  do  want  curtains  !  "  the  defensive  response  is  immediate,  hands  slower  than  her  voice.  ximena  signs  frantic,  she's  realized,  which  is  almost  upsettingly  in  line  with  her  personality.  she'll  ask  imani  how  to  chill  out  with  it  later;  it's  like  she's  trying  to  make  it  catch  up  with  her  words,  but  ximena  hasn't  quite  figured  out  how  to  do  that  without  seeming  so  panicked.  "  i  just  —  well,  i  haven't  had  time  to  get  any  yet.  i  think  i'd  like  some  that  are  pink,  but  astrid  might  puke,  so  i  can  get  pink  ones  for  my  room.  but  i  don't  really  have  enough  money  for  that  right  now,  so  we  can  start  with  the  ones  for  downstairs.  maybe  a  nice  grey  ?  tan  ?  "  ximena  catches  herself  rambling  but  doesn't  pause  —  she  feels  safe  to  do  that  around  imani,  moreso  than  she  did  with  even  her  own  family.  a  shrug,  "  i  do  think  i'd  like  to  have  a  crafts  space,  but  i  ...  don't  know  where.  "  living  in  a  shack  by  the  beach  doesn't  leave  room  for  extra  space,  really. 

[aestriiea-deactivated20241012]

                  ⋆.˚  there’s  a  weight  lifted  off  her  chest  and  suddenly  astrid’s  free  to  breathe  again.  she  didn’t  know  why  she  allowed  ximena  to  have  such  control  over  her  ability  to  feel  guilt  or  remorse  but  she  couldn’t  help  it.  she  wouldn't  change  it  either,  it  was..  nice  knowing  someone  cared  enough  about  her  safety  to  find  themselves  upset  with  her  for  putting  it  in  jeopardy.  ❝  no-  xime  you  weren’t  being  mean.  i  get  it  !  ❞  and  she  does  understand,  had  ximena  been  the  one  out  acting  like  a  fool  astrid  would’ve  probably  had  a  conniption.  

there’s  something  about  the  pink  first  aid  kit  that  draws  a  small  laugh  from  astrid;  the  hello  kitty  bandaid  doesn’t  help  her  cause,  the  laughs  now  barely  able  to  be  stifled.  it’s  a  welcome  emotion  staving  off  the  melancholy  aura  that’d  been  clinging  to  the  very  walls  of  their  place.  ❝  i’ll  try  to  tell  you.  i  tried.  it’s  just  i  don’t  know  when  it  happens  until  it’s  almost  over,  ❞  somberness  returns  to  the  room,  billowing  to  the  roof.  ❝  i  didn’t  want  to  worry  you.  i  know  it’s  not  safe  it  just  doesn’t  feel  like  that  in  the  moment.  it’s  like..  i’m  unstoppable  ?  like  literally  no  matter  what  happens  it’s  not  happening  to  me.  i’m  just  an  entity  there  observing  it. ❞  there’s  a  beat  as  she  tries  to  reorganize  her  thoughts,  her  description  of  her  episodes  confusing  even  her.  ❝  ugh  just  forget  it.  it  doesn’t  matter  anyways,  i  know  it  all  sounds  like  an  excuse.  i’ll..  try  to  talk  to  you  about  it  more.  before  you  end  up  losing  sleep.  ❞  she  admires  her  now  treated  fingers,  before  pulling  ximena  in  for  a  sudden  hug.  ❝  i  love  you,  y’know.  i’ll  do  better.  i  promise.  ❞   ─  ✶⋆.˚

[bvlladonnas]

               ꒰ა   ♡   ໒꒱   -—  for  someone  so  convinced  that  every  move  they  make  is  wrong,  ximena's  not  used  to  admitting  her  faults,  not  to  anyone  but  her  mother.  but  it  comes  easy  with  astrid  ─  whether  that's  because  she's  so  intent  on  keeping  their  friendship  intact  or  because  she's  not  entirely  sure  how  close  friendships  work  in  general,  she's  not  sure.  it's  an  odd  departure  from  how  she  was  with  the  closest  people  to  her  before  (  her  siblings  ),  always  convinced  she  was  right,  but  she's  intent  on  keeping  astrid  far  away  from  that  version  of  her.  "  i  know,  but  still,  i  ─  i  need  to  be  more  gentle  with  you.  it's  not  fair  to  expect  you  to  just  ...  change  how  you  are  for  me.  but  now  that  you  do  know  how  worried  i  get,  if  you  ever  do  that  again  i'll  kill  us  both.  "  she  sighs  as  she  bandages  astrid's  fingers  up,  trying  to  keep  the  fuss  out  of  her  voice.  she  doesn't  want  to  overwhelm  her  best  friend,  doesn't  want  to  be  overbearing  ─  too  worried  of  fucking  everything  up  again.  the  hug  catches  ximena  off  guard  but  she  melts  into  it  easily,  squeezing  astrid  so  tight  she  might  just  break  a  bone.  for  a  moment  she's  silent,  voice  soft  when  she  finally  speaks.  she  holds  astrid's  hands  in  hers  as  she  pulls  back,  "  look,  i  can't  ...  i  can't  pretend  i  get  it,  alright  ?  'cause  i  don't,  i  don't  go  through  that,  and  frankly  it'd  probably  be  kind  of  disrespectful  to  you  to  act  like  i  do  know,  but  ...  i  want  to  try  and  help  regardless,  okay  ?  i  want  you  to  be  comfortable  talking  to  me  about  it.  even  if  i  don't  get  it,  it  doesn't  mean  you're  not  my  best  friend  still,  and  it  doesn't  mean  i  won't  do  everything  in  my  power  to  make  you  happy.  that  is  always  gonna  happen,  whether  you  like  it  or  not.  "

[caseydundrich1]

Closed starter for Briar Sutton ( @bvlladonnas ) Location: El Jardín

Casey rolled his last joint that morning and smoked it on his way to El Jardín where he was fortunately finally meeting up with Briar again. He'd been a daily weed user since his college years and while he'd taken breaks here and there now wasn't one of those times. Casey usually bought enough to last him a while so he made sure to get cash out as well as buy a couple of cans of Pap to give to Briar.

It wasn't a long walk from his place to the garden and even though it was fall and not much was in bloom there was still plenty of evergreen foliage to enough. Casey found himself at the water fountain and shot Briar a quick text where he was before taking a seat on one of the benches while he waited. He stayed on his phone scrolling through instagram completely consumed in the stories he was watching. He only looked up when he heard their skateboard approaching. Casey tucked his phone away and stood up and quickly gestured Briar over.

[bvlladonnas]

               ꒰ა   ♡   ໒꒱   -—  briar's  partial  to  summers;  the  flowers  blooming  everywhere,  the  sun  on  their  face  while  they  skate  around  town  —  it's  all  quite  blissful  for  him,  really.  what  he  did  appreciate  about  fall,  though,  was  the  fact  that  they  could  wear  whatever  they  wanted  and  not  worry  about  being  too  hot.  flannels,  long  hair,  and  baggy  pants  don't  really  agree  with  the  sun;  should've  figured  that  out  by  living  in  la.  they're  texting  while  they  skate  (  not  advisable,  do  not  try  at  home  ),  hearting  casey's  message  as  they  swerve  towards  the  fountain.  whether  or  not  briar  nearly  hits  a  kid  on  the  way  is  between  him  and  god,  throwing  up  a  peace  sign  as  they  come  to  a  stop  in  front  of  casey,  "  '  sup  —  "  brown  eyes  land  on  the  cans  of  pap  immediately  and  briar  grins,  already  bringing  his  bag  down  to  set  next  to  casey  (  a  very  easy  way  to  exchange  ...  goods  without  being  noticed  ).  his  face  splits  into  a  grin,  "  oh,  dude,  i  fuckin'  love  you.  been  craving  this  shit  —  in  the  bag,  by  the  way,  your  usual.  "