[chasingthetide]

⋆˚.༄    𓏧      𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗧𝗜𝗗𝗘        𓂃 ོ⋆☀︎𓂃         a dependant blog affiliated with @palmviewfm guided by cas (thirty³. they/them).

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[nicoyarobin]

[keikomivra]

THE BEAR (2022 - 2026) 5.06: Focaccia

[dan-cyril-kingston]

TAZ SKYLAR via Instagram

[manny-jacinto]

MANNY JACINTO Balestra (2024)

[chasingthetide]

𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗦

name: tomas ‘trey’ riva

nickname(s): trey

age: 38

date of birth: august 8th

birth place: palmview grove, fl

previous residence: los angeles (california), jacksonville (florida)

residence: palmview grove, fl

orientation: bisexual

attachment style: anxious

significant other: none right now

occupation: bell hop at mango bay hotel

faceclaim: manny jacinto

height: says 6’0” but is 5’11

build: tall, lean, athletic.

vices: nicotine addiction: can almost always be found with a cigarette in his mouth or sneaking out mid-workday for a quick smoke. profanity: rarely goes a sentence without swearing and often has to mind his manners, particularly at work. picking fights: usually the result of an insult. he isn’t violent by nature, but he carries a lot of suppressed anger that can boil over. financial irresponsibility: has never been good with money and somehow continues to bury himself in debt, often turning to friends or family for financial help in desperate times. keeping score: has a habit of holding onto every favour he’s done for someone, treating them like chips to cash in later. suppressing emotions: refuses to let himself be too vulnerable or emotional, instead turning everything into a joke one way or another.

fears: being abandoned, becoming a failure, letting people down, being perceived as ‘all talk’, hospitals, loving someone more than they love him, that people tolerate him over genuinely like him.

flaws: explosive temper, holds grudges, refusal to communicate, his self worth depends heavily on feeling useful.

basic personality: impossible to ignore: loud mouthed, bossy, and always cracking a joke. some people mistake him for being cocky, but that bravado is nothing more than a mask for his deep insecurities. he has an uncanny ability to read people, and despite his abrasive nature, he somehow manages to be a natural people person, whether he’s working a room or keeping guests at the hotel happy. fiercely loyal to a fault, he remains devoted even to the relationships his own actions have already burned bridges with.

𝗔𝗧 𝗔 𝗚𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘

tw: death, divorce, parental emotional neglect

𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗕𝗘𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗔 𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗬 𝗔𝗡 𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗡𝗘𝗚𝗟𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗙𝗨𝗟 𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥, who, in turn, was raised by an emotionally neglectful mother? where affection was sparse, and whatever love there was always came at a cost.

some days, you think she forgot she was meant to love you.

that isn’t to insinuate that you were neglected. she fulfilled her duty of care, ensuring your basic needs were met, but you never experienced the tenderness of her love or the warmth of her affection in the form of an embrace.

on the bad days, you became the recipient of misplaced anger, an emotional punching bag, forced to watch a grown adult scream about things far beyond the understanding of a child. eventually, you swallowed that anger until it consumed you: an inferno raging inside, too young to understand how or why, with nowhere to direct it except at other children, at other adults, who all decided you were the problem.

your dad was the one who gave love in your house. he would scoop you onto his knee and hold you close as the two of you watched early morning cartoons. he tended to your grazed knees, scared away the monsters at night, comforted you after nightmares, and gently reassured you whenever life felt like it was falling apart. he did his best to paint over the cracks, but you could still see them splintering, until eventually you carried the weight of the blame on your own shoulders: your unruly temper, your misbehaviour, your inability to be the golden child, the perfect child. to be like your younger brother.

so you swallowed it all down, no matter how bitter the anger and resentment tasted. you’d behave. you’d do better. you’d become someone you weren’t. you’d charm instead of insult, turning yourself into a caricature of the golden boy. a cheap imitation with all the right words but none of the knowledge. yet it never went away. instead, it followed you. it haunted you as you left home not once, but twice, only to find yourself drawn back time and time again: the loss of a friend, the inevitable divorce of your parents, another failed relationship that forced you to realise you were nowhere near emotionally mature enough to love or care for another person.

you’re lonely, and you’re scared, because this is your life. so you hide it. you bury it beneath a false bravado, hoping no one will ever see through it to the little boy still standing in front of his mother, asking the one question that has never stopped haunting him: did you ever love me?

𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦

› a chronic leave you on read offender.

› his job is often hanging by a thread thanks to his lax attitude and habit of sneaking out for smoke breaks.

› will hog the arcade machines at just pixels, determined to maintain his high scores or clean out the overpriced prize counter before the kids can.

› considers staying sober for more than a day an achievement (he didn’t have a single beer at lunch or after work, pat him on the back.)

› constantly tries to pitch his latest million dollar idea to anyone he thinks has enough money to invest. none of them have ever come to fruition.

› a failed dj who has mostly been hired for the occasional kids’ party (barely) and is forever trying to land a regular gig at one of the local venues.

› suffers from a severe case of foot in mouth syndrome and has a habit of talking shit before thinking.

› a teenage girl trapped in a grown man’s body, constantly blasting and singing along to the latest pop songs whenever he’s behind the wheel.

𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦

𝘪 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘺 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭     𓏧      with a history of getting himself into trouble, picking fights, or ending up in the drunk tank, they’re the one person who always gets the call. whether or not they answer is another matter entirely.

𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳     𓏧      of all the bridges he’s burned, this is the one that haunts him most. he clings to the hope that maybe, just maybe, he can make amends, that somehow he can still put the pieces back together.

𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘺-𝘯𝘺-𝘯𝘺     𓏧      (familial connection) one too many secrets have been kept within the family, breeding resentment as some know more than others and refuse to show their cards.

𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘪'𝘮 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬     𓏧      having never had anyone truly believe in him, they’re the first person to show even an ounce of faith that he can grow and change, maybe even going so far as to give him the chance to become the person they already believe he can be.

[chasingthetide]

[ … ] ❀ you’re not from around here, are you? i figured because you totally just missed tomas ‘trey’ riva walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who he/him is? they kind of look like manny jacinto and i could be wrong but i think that they might be thirty eight years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview on and off for all their life. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of richie jerimovich from the bear. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at mango bay hotel as a bellhop. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the pseudo intellectual of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty unreliable at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty loyal to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that 1 bedroom residence beside me over in mango bay lofts / #3b i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you!

[sunr4ze]

who: june 🙵 open. @palmviewstarters where: heights community center when: flower arranging event thingy.

     〝 howdy! 〞 she chirps as someone approaches the table beside hers, nearly dropping the handful of baby's breath she'd been fluffing. a warm smile spreads across her face before glancing toward the collection of flowers between them. 〝 i've decided every flower needs a personality. 〞 the librarian lowers her voice as though sharing an important secret. 〝 like .. these peonies are the hopeless romantics, right? i mean, there's no way they ain't. meanwhile lavender definitely writes poetry. she always gives me beret girl, you know? 〞 june pauses, tilting her head thoughtfully towards a spray of snapdragons. 〝 these ones .. them i'm still tryin' to figure out. 〞 soft laughter, a stem extended to the other. 〝 help me decide? i promise i'm only sorta emotionally invested. 〞

[chasingthetide]

“𝗜 𝗗𝗢𝗡’𝗧 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗡𝗔𝗣𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗚𝗢𝗡𝗦, 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗘𝗦? 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗚𝗔𝗭𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗦.”  jericho asked, reaching toward the collection and carefully selecting a stem, gently tugging it free. it had yet to bloom, the best time to pick them, and from the coloring of the bud alone, he could tell it would blossom into a beautiful deep purplish-pink. it was something he only knew because of his mother and her love for them, a fondness that had been passed down to him. he often bought a handful of stems for his own home. the moment they bloomed, they filled the air with a fragrance that always reminded him of home. even though he had been the one to leave over a decade ago, he still found himself homesick for a place he didn’t believe he’d ever truly return to.

drawing his attention back to the snapdragons, he tilted his head, a soft hum of contemplation rising in his throat. “i think snapdragons are an oxymoron. their name makes them sound potentially vicious, guarded, but they’re actually incredibly beautiful and delicate.” with his free hand, he reached out and gently brushed his fingers beneath the blossoms. “perhaps they just need a gentle touch to care for them…”

[krushing]

One Piece (2023-) S2EP03: WHISKY BUSINESS

[daydia]

she'd made him think of her - occupied his thoughts for who knew how long - meaning her plan had succeeded. but he didn't have to see through it this quickly. then he grinned at her - that stupid grin that she very much wanted to wipe off his pretty little face - but she frowned back. "well clearly you don't know any better. i was just trying a new exercise that quinn showed me for my lats. the machine is all the way over here." she pointed to the machine she was now cleaning off, now making every effort to look at anything other than him. she knew he was probably still grinning at her, and it'd either cause her frown to crack into a smile, or make her angry. maybe both.

"haven't you heard what they say about assuming?" she was facing away from him as she continued to clean, but he could have still seen the roll of her eyes through her reflection in the mirror. perhaps she was being abnormally thorough with her cleaning today, making sure every centimeter of the machine was spotless. it sure was taking a while.

eventually, though, every inch was disinfected. she slung her bag over her shoulder and grabbed her water bottle, finally turning to face jericho again with a raise of her eyebrow. "if you don't actually need anything, i'm going to head out now. excuse me." he was blocking her path out, but she'd hardly let that stop her. she started past him, her shoulder bumping against his as she squeezed past.

[chasingthetide]

𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗠𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦, 𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗬 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗨𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗟𝗬 𝗪𝗜𝗣𝗘𝗗 𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗘. she was far more thorough than he’d ever known anyone else to be, and for the briefest moment, the grin on his face faltered as his brow creased with concern. jericho couldn’t recall a time he’d ever seen arin act like this around him. even in the beginning, when they were more or less acquaintances, she’d been warmer than the cold front she was sending his way now.

“uh… i mean…”

her brushing past him caught him completely off guard, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, struggling to breathe. for a moment, he simply stood there before turning on his heel to follow after her.

logic dictated that he should ask the obvious question, but instead, jericho called after her. “rutabaga!” the word echoed through the gym as he hoped it would make her crack somehow, shatter the icy wall she’d suddenly thrown up between them. using their code word might’ve been a dirty tactic, but he needed to get her to talk to him somehow. at the very least, he expected it to earn him a flinch.

[dilvtedd]

IT WAS A SLOWER day at the gym -- which after her night at the club the evening before, vida was able to accept. sometimes the woman wondered why she was always kept busy at night, in an arena of debauchery and chaos -- while there had been many days as of late when things were calmer at the gym, which was a healthy practice. and yet, the former army sergeant knew better than to think on it too much. instead, the woman found herself seeking out where she could be helped, where she could offer a service of value when she had a couple of hours until her next session.

thus, vida finds herself wandering in the direction of where some of the classes were being taught, deciding to peek in and see if any of the other trainers needed help with set up. she had always worked better one on one with clients -- far from the type to teach classes. and yet, she admired those who could keep a class of people engaged. she didn't mention it out loud, of course. and yet, she still made the effort to show her appreciation in times like these.

" just lil' ol' me, jericho. nothin' excitin'. " she says with a gentle laugh, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest. from the bass the woman had heard through the wall in combination with the laughter, they seemed to have a lot of fun. " i know i ain't in the classrooms much. just came by to see if you needed any help with set up. "

[chasingthetide]

“𝗬𝗢𝗨’𝗩𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗕𝗘 𝗔 𝗚𝗢𝗗𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗠𝗬 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘 𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗘𝗥, 𝗩𝗜𝗗𝗔?” jericho practically perked up at the sight of her, like she was an angel, though the harsh fluorescent lights did little to bathe her in any sort of heavenly glow.

“i was thinking about moving some of this stuff around. it’s the seniors’ class this afternoon, and the last thing i need is another incident with ms. judy risking breaking a hip.” out of everyone who attended his classes, he found it was the older crowd who always seemed to have the most energy and, as a result, were the most likely to cause some sort of accident. only a few things needed rearranging, just enough to give the dance floor a little more room. the more space he could offer them, the better.

“how was work last night? any interesting stories?” looking up, the remnants of a grin lingered on his lips, a flicker of curiosity twinkling in his eye. vida always seemed to have stories, not just from her past, but from her everyday life. jericho loved a good story, traded them like currency, gold to be hoarded and appreciated, especially when someone was sharing a piece of their soul.

even with her naturally guarded disposition, jericho still tried. he nudged at her walls, occasionally testing the waters with a nickname or two before slipping back to addressing her the way she preferred, only for the cycle to inevitably begin again. it wasn’t out of disrespect, merely the product of his relentlessly friendly nature.

[y-eowang]

Taz Skylar for Tapas Magazine

[axsha]

*switches language to talk shit about you*

[connorwyndham]

DIRTY DANCING (1987) directed by Emile Ardolino.

[mayahart]

THE DRAMA 2026 — dir. Kristoffer Borgli

[yellowmotorola]

via omweekend on instagram

[daydia]

arin held herself to a strict workout regimen, usually carving out time for the gym before the sun rose or after a long day of work. the longer she showed up, around the same time and on the same days, the more she got to know the other regular gym goers of town. clemence was one she always enjoyed bumping into - in fact, they'd just finished spotting each others' bench presses as she made her way to the water fountain.

and almost every time she took a water break, she walked by the group fitness room, and every time, there'd be music playing, people dancing. unbeknownst to most, arin liked to dance, not because she had any real sense of rhythm, but because her father enjoyed it. it'd been his favorite pasttime with her mother before she'd passed away, and he'd attempted to pass his love for the hobby onto his only daughter, without much success. he hadn't spoken about missing dance aloud, but she suspected it was one of the things he'd mourned the most after his accident. however, his birthday was coming up soon, and as people filed out of the room, a lightbulb sparked in arin's brain.

she walked in to find jericho, someone she small talked with frequently at the gym since he, well, worked there. he'd tried to convince her to join a class or two, and also to re-evaulate her distaste for the beach, but that was a work in progress. "me either. you know i don't dance." arin mused as she walked closer, still a bit breathless and sweaty from her workout. "but i'm not here to dance - i actually have a question for you." she spoke and her eyes twinkled, as if her having a quesiton for him made him special. "do you have any adaptive dance classes? you know, classes for wheelchair users, the elderly..."

[chasingthetide]

𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗡 𝗛𝗔𝗗 𝗔 𝗪𝗔𝗬 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗘𝗢𝗣𝗟𝗘 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗟 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗟, or maybe that was just how jericho found himself feeling whenever she came to him for something. from helping her reevaluate her disdain for the beach by finding every possible compromise to get her down there. from taking her to different beaches in the area, to piggybacking her across the sand, to setting up a little zone and keeping it as sand free as possible. with her now asking for his help once more, this time with her dad, he couldn’t help but feel a warmth bloom in his chest at the notion.

“yeah, i know a couple of things.” he answered too quickly, almost before she’d even finished her own sentence. raising a hand, he ran it back through his hair while the other settled on his hip. “i used to help out at a community centre that held classes for disabled people.” travelling as much as he had, jericho had ventured to countless places, which also meant immersing himself in a multitude of different experiences, especially where dance was concerned.

“i can carve out some time this week if you want to come in with him?” there weren’t any dedicated adaptive classes at shorefit gym, a fact that now had him reconsidering whether he should recommend introducing one on a regular basis. in the meantime, though, he was more than happy to spend his own time giving a private lesson.