that's a real fuckin' legacy.

“Sometimes life is very hard. Sometimes it demands so much of you that you start losing pieces of yourself as you stretch out to give what the world wants to take.” mumu blog for zelda abrams, santiago espinoza and parisa elsayed penned and loved by theo for coloradohqs

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mumu blog for Zelda Abrams, Santiago Espinoza, and Parisa Elsayed penned and loved by theo for coloradohqs

zelda "ziggy" adira abrams — intro —pinterest — connections page

santiago emmanuel espinoza — intro —pinterest — connections page

parisa celina elsayed — intro — pinterest — connections page

[reggiemp4]

location: sloan's lake (specifically the beach part) — open + @chqstarter

"do you ever think about life? like, wondering what your purpose on earth is?" reggie sighed. he'd been contemplating this subject for the past half-hour or so. he hated that he was doing it under the bright sun, at a beach. "i really shouldn't be pondering these things here and now..." he asked, "what's on your mind?" he hoped the other person could distract him. surely, not everyone around him was undergoing an existential crisis at the beach.

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"It's quite literally my job to think about life," Parisa responds with a raise of their eyebrows. "Life, and the opposite of it, at least." meeting their brother for a walk was always fit into Paris' schedule, but had they known it would turn into such a deep conversation, they would've swapped out this morning's mint tea with a double shot of espresso. "I think the beach is the perfect place to ponder such things, but I understand the sentiment," a shrug of their shoulders before smiling and reaching out to squeeze his arm "It's mostly been all business business business over here, although I have been spending a lot of time soaking in the sun lately, keeps me young."

[hvnyz]

send questions here !

[hvnyz]

closed starter for @fadedstarsfms

"I do not apologize for the person I become when I have too many pride-themed drinks in me tonight," Ziggy says as they move through the crowds of people also here to celebrate. This is exactly Ziggy's vibe, and she can't wait to dive in, have something that's probably pink and too sweet, and push her way onto the dance floor, dancing far too close to someone who is covered in rainbows and glitter, and she'll enjoy every moment of it. With Maia by her side, its bound to be a good pride. "now, how do we feel about catching the drag show happening? I don't hate the idea of watching someone do a death drop."

[hvnyz]

closed starter for @secondhnd (fletcher)

there's just something about Fletcher that, from the very moment they met, Parisa found intriguing. She just had a certain je ne sais quoi that drew Parisa in, and they wanted to stick around to learn more. Finding out the girl went to the dump to find things to make art made them realize that there was probably a lot more beneath the surface, and the enigma drew Parisa in a little bit, plus, she couldn't lie, Fletcher knew how to have a good time. She's wearing a rhinestone bodysuit the other helped her put together for this event, and though they think the plan is to have as much fun as possible, Parisa still hands their friend a stack of biodegradable business cards. "People are drawn to you, throw a card their way when they inevitably approach you," they ask, eyebrows raising before clapping their hands and waving the tiny flag in their hands as they walk through the crowds "Happy pride!" they greet, stopping to kiss someone the cheek.

[hvnyz]

closed starter for @chancemonroe

there's too much glitter, on the floors of their apartment that they left behind, in their hair, on their clothes. Ziggy had spread it over herself, as well as Chance as a final, sticky, messy, touch to their pride outfits. She knows that later, she will find it in crevices that glitter should never be found, but for now, she will walk around proudly absolutely coated. She hasn't gotten to celebrate a lot of pride parades, the ones here for sure, but growing up it never crossed her mind, but the sense of community it brought to someone who never really had a community is exhilarating. "Okay, first order of business I think is finding the perfect spot. I need to dance and I need the vibe where I'm at to feel right, you know?"

[whiskeyneats]

"And what word would you use then?" Norah counters, raising a brow back at Santiago. Whatever it was, it didn't really matter as long as he kept coming back. Pouring him a drink, she offers Santiago the glass, lips pursed slightly in thought. In another life, she would find him to be charming. There was no doubt that the man was handsome, but Norah knew and dealt with plenty of guys just like him, guys who thought they walked on water. Still, she humors Santi, at least a little bit, moving in closer once he takes the drink. "Talk to me. I'm all yours tonight."

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"It's something more akin to a deviation from the mundane" they counter with a shrug, although maybe Santi does miss the very rare type of attention she gives him. Santi knows that technically, she gets paid to give him any sort of attention, but that doesn't mean he won't be coming back for more. There's just something about being humbeled after a day of people screaming and cheering for you that for Santiago, at least, brings him back down to earth, puts him back into reality, and christ is that needed. Because yeah, it feels great to be adored, he won't deny that, it's exhilirating, but it's lasting effects are dangerous. "Talk?" he shrugs, lifts the drink to his mouth and sighs "we won our game, which is not something any normal person would be so mundane about, I realize that."

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( open starter / @chqstarter )

A dimly lit street light illuminated tired features as he stood with his back against the wall outside the bar he’d spent the majority of the night. Things seemed to be slowing down, and Landon’s plan was to have one more drink before he headed home. Out for a breather, he sparked a cigarette, inhaling a familiar, bitter smoke. A heavy sigh followed, cigarette pack extended towards the person he spotted to the side of him in offering, no words spoken.

[hvnyz]

A long game ends with too many drinks but somehow still not enough. Only a few of his teammates come, and it's a good night, mostly. Games of pool, and darts, are played, potential dates approach, drinks are poured and laughter is had all around, but Santi thinks, it's time to end the night. He barely says goodbye before slipping out the door, leaning against the brick wall just outside, and breathing. A moment's silence before someone else steps out, silence except for a rustling of clothes and an even more quiet offer of a cigarette. Santi doesn't smoke, he hasn't in years. But still, he reaches for one, and then for the pack of branded matches he took from the bar "thanks, my trainer would kill me if he saw me with this right now " he says, though making conversation with someone who hasn't said a word to him probably isn't the wisest.

[icxnvc]

Closed Starter for Ziggy || @hvnyz

"Ziggy! Jagiya!" Micah skipped up to his friend and did a little hop to a stop once he reached her side. "Hi." He grinned down at her with his arms folded behind his back. They hadn't made plans to meet up today, but Micah couldn't ignore happening to see her out, about, and around. Ziggy was one of a few people in town that made Micah genuinely happy to be around, and he hoped he provided the same for her. To the point that he nearly outstretched his arms to give her a hug, but after starting towards he, he ultimately tucked them behind his back again. "You busy?"

[hvnyz]

The morning shift was her favorite simply because it meant that she could leave work and still have time to be an actual human person for a little while. She thinks of her nights as a waitress on the night shift, and cringes before waving goodbye to her coworkers and stepping out of the door of the coffee shop, her own little iced latte in hand, about to put on her noise-canceling headphones, and walk her way to her apartment, when she hears her name being called. Her first instinct is to hide, but when she hears the term of endearment, she smiles. As hard as it was for her to make friends, Micah's friendship had come so easily, and she appreciated that. "Micah, hi!" she greets when they're close enough, and she's glad he doesn't go in for the hug. She's not the hugging type. "No, not at all actually, I just clocked out. What are you up to?"

[hartwellmd]

While Jacob's mother had not encouraged him to pursue art as a career, or even as a hobby when he was a child, she had still encouraged him to appreciate the thing that mattered so much to her. He still remembered that fine summer day some twenty years ago now; the day after his A-level results day when he had told his mother that he wanted to study medicine at Oxford, and she had lashed out at him. He had told her that day that he had always loved, and respected her love for art. So, why won't she do the same when it came to his own passion for medicine? It was that exact passion, among other things, that had brought him all the way to Denver. But his love for his mother's passion still remained the same. "I wouldn't say that I like Warhol. No, not really... but I have nothing against his work. I won't deny his contributions to the pop art movement, but I've always been more of a post-modernist, contemporary fan myself. To answer your question, yes. I have heard of Deborah Krass. As a matter of fact, I believe she's a friend of my mother's."

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She remembers days of having to carry everything she owned in a backpack through the museums and counting pennies to get a cup of cocoa and a fruit from the food court. She thinks about that then, and thinks about how now it feels worlds away, and how it also feels the same, with her tote bag and her iced coffee in her hand when she walks into the gallery. Everything here could probably cost thousands, worth more than her apartment, she thinks, and she feels so small amongst it all. “I never really considered myself a fan of pop art until Krass did her Warhol project, I got really into Romanticism as a kid and never really left that phase,” how apropos of every other part of her life, truthfully, but she didn’t say that part out loud. “Oh fuck off,” she says, a phrase of surprise rather than an insult. “I wish my mom had friends like Deborah Krass. She was more of a ‘the guy who ran the hot dog cart down the street’ kind of gal.”

[lovesecretsandcoffee-deactivate]

Location: Swolemates

@chqstarter (everybody)

Val had about twenty minutes before her next client showed up. In the meantime, she decided to just chill by the check-in desk with resting her eyes. "Welcome to Swolemates," She said feeling someone staring "I'm not sleeping I'm just gathering the little thoughts I have left."

[hvnyz]

Parisa was not the kind of person to workout in the traditional sense, and honestly, gyms were not their forte, but when a friend had recommended and paid for a zumba class from them to try out, who were they to say no? They'd try anything once, after all. If they could dance around in their kitchen, they could do it as a form of exercise, probably. "Oh, please no worries! Even if you were sleeping, I would get it. I fall asleep underneath my desk sometimes," Parisa waved her off with a smile, and offered their hand "Parisa Elsayed, I think I'm on the list?'

[whiskeyneats]

closed starter for @hvnyz (santiago)

it was another night at ambrosia, slightly quiet but not too bad. norah had just finished a set on stage when she was told someone had requested her for one of the private rooms, quickly freshening up before she makes her way back only to see a familiar face waiting for her inside. "i had a feeling it was you, hotshot. you miss me that much, hm?" norah asks, an amused smirk moving over her face. truth be told, she had no idea who santiago was in relation to sports, but a quick google search had remedied that. "what can i do for you? a drink, a dance?"

[hvnyz]

Santiago would say that he was a frequent patron, but he knew the place well enough to have a favorite dancer. A long day on the field sometimes dipped into a long night out with his teammates. Norah is interesting to say the very least, their first interaction brief, but it stuck with him. He didn't like to toot his own horn (a lie, of course he did) but people recognized, and usually doted over him in most places, so her indifference was humbling, and exciting. Of course he came back. Any normal man who's ego had been knocked down a few pegs would stay away from the source, but Santi gravitated towards it. "Miss might be a little bit of a strong word," a raised eyebrow, a chuckle just underneath his breath, "let's start with a drink,hm?"

[hvnyz]

I know we have some members who are not on discord so this is my official plotting call! if you'd like to plot with ziggy, santi or parisa, please react to this and I'll reach out! you can find my intros and info here.

[hvnyz]

if you’re hearing LOVE GROWS (WHERE MY ROSEMARY GOES) by EDISON LIGHTHOUSE playing, you have to know PARISA ELSAYED (SHE/THEY;DEMIGIRL) is near by! the 27 year old MORTICIAN at IVY LANE FUNERAL HOME has been in denver for, like, . SIX YEARS (AND 16 YEARS BEFORE THAT) they’re known to be quite BRAZEN, but being VIBRANT seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble MEDALION RAHIMI. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those THE SMELL OF TOM FORD LOST CHERRY, FIELDS OF WILD FLOWERS AND FRESH BAKED CINNAMON COOKIE vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around WASHINGTON PARK long enough! pinterest || connections and wanted connections

BASICS

FULL NAME: Parisa Celina Elsayed NICKNAME(S):  "P", Pari, Paris. AGE: 27 DATE OF BIRTH:  October 30th, 1996 PLACE OF BIRTH:  Somewhere in California CURRENT LOCATION:.  Washington Park ETHNICITY: Iranian GENDER:  Demi Girl/Genderfluid PRONOUNS: she/they SEXUAL ORIENTATION:  lesbian RELIGION:  raised both Jewish and Muslim with interfaith parents, she considers herself modern Muslim and reform Jewish, and practices religion with fluidity, not constraining herself to what they consider outdated rules and practices. OCCUPATION: Mortician and co-owner of Ivy Lane funeral home FACECLAIM:  Medalion Rahimi

PHYSICAL TRAITS

HEIGHT: 5'5 WEIGHT: 115 pounds HAIR COLOR: Brown EYE COLOR: brown PIERCINGS: both ears are pierced, their nose was pierced for most of their teenage years. TATTOOS:  none at the moment but that could change. SCARS|MARKS: a healed scar between their thumb and forefinger SIGNATURE SCENT: Lost Cherry by Tom Ford.

PHOBIAS AND DISEASES

MENTAL ILLNESSES: adhd PHYSICAL ILLNESSES: n/a PHOBIAS: n/a

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Rashid and Jeroens Elsayed SIBLINGS: Yazmin and James Elsayed RELATIONSHIPS: tba PETS: a Bernese mountain dog named Athena, a white cat named Blu

PERSONALITY ZODIAC SIGN:  Scorpio MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral FAVORITE FOODS: cheese pizza with extra cheese, hummus with chili oil, sushi, garlic parm french fries, the little pretzels with peanut butter inside. FAVORITE COLOR: sage green, mustard yellow LIKES:  going to brunch, walking barefoot on their hardwood floors, long flowy dresses and skirts, the feeling prosecco gives you, eating udon noodles in bed watching her favorite films, an ice-cold cherry coke.  DISLIKES: restrictions and rules, the sound of people chewing, when they don’t have at least one savory and one sweet snack in their home at all times HOBBIES: moonwalks, antiquing, dancing barefoot in their kitchen to “guilty pleasure” music.

HEADCANONS

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Parisa always felt like they had a special connection with their religious background, but their views have always been progressive and fluid, which is why they practice in a way that makes them feel both connected to their roots and yet free to live their life in their own way. Parisa refuses to live by the gender binary, so why practice a religion that way? They know this isn't the norm and so they are respectful in every way they can be without compromising their own sense of self.

Parisa has a habit of sitting on their balcony or walking (with their dog) at night, far past what is considered a normal time, just to look at the moon.

BIOGRAPHY

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The idea of freedom had always been something that Parisa embraced. They grew up in a home that traveled, two dads and two siblings that all went on adventures together, before finally settling in Denver when Parisa was just 12. They gave her a home and room to explore life with open, hungry wonder.

Parisa was the kind of kid who played barefoot in the mud, looking for worms and put flowers in their hair. When she found a turtle in a lake on a hike with her dads, they let Parisa take it home. They named it ginger, and they built it a habitat and it became their best friend, whenever Parisa had a free moment, their eyes were on that tiny shelled being.

|TW MENTION OF ANIMAL DEATH and DEATH and RELIGION| Parisa's first, but certainly not last, encounter with death was when they were 14, and Ginger was found dead. While devastated, Parisa also found themselves intrigued, by the circumstances, and suddenly, by death itself. It became a hyper fixation. Encyclopedia research and Google searches were sometimes dark, but informative. While everyone else viewed it as something to be scared of, Parisa soon found that was beautiful, in a way. When Paris learned that they could work in the funeral industry, everything changed for them.

Growing up both Muslim, and Jewish, Parisa knew that in some practices, women weren't allowed to attend funerals and that the individual funeral practices of each religion that they found themself deeply rooted in were also restricting them from working on something they truly felt passionate about, so thus began both Parisa religious, and gender, exploration.

Their gender identity had never been solid, in such a fluid household where gender roles had never been enforced, after therapy and research, Parisa's realization that they were genderfluid came around the same time that their take on religion was also fluid.

Judaism and Islam are two beautiful, but to Parisa, slightly restrictive practices, and since their family had never been fully restrictive, Parisa took that approach with the way they practiced. With as much respect as they could, they moved forward with their line of passion, focusing on their relationship with both themself and God in a way that felt right to them. | TW ENDS|

Arapahoe Community College allowed Parisa to get an Associate of Applied Science degree, Parisa finished their degree in two years and a job for a local funeral home as a funeral assistant, it was about almost three years in Parisa knew that the way they viewed death and funerals didn't align with the job they took on and after contacting someone who had similar views (wc on main), they moved back to Denver and opened IVY LANE.

Parisa has been back in Denver for six years co-running Ivy Lane, living in a home just a five-minute walk from their work.

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 if you’re hearing LAKE EFFECT KID by FALL OUT BOY playing, you have to know SANTIAGO ESPINOZA (HE/HIM;CIS MAN) is near by! the 38 year old POWER HITTER FOR THE ROCKIES has been in denver for, like,TEN YEARS. they’re known to be quite INDULGENT, but being BENEVOLENT seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble CARLOS MIRANDA. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those WARM SUNKISSED SKIN, THE CRACK OF A BASEBALL BAT, FIVE O’CLOCK SHADOWS AND LED ZEPPELIN ON A RECORD PLAYER  vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the LAKERIDGE DISTRICT long enough

pinterest ||connections and wanted connections

BASICS

FULL NAME: Santiago Emmanuel Espinoza NICKNAME(S): Santi, Tiago AGE: 38 DATE OF BIRTH:  May 4th 1985 PLACE OF BIRTH:  Syracuse, New York CURRENT LOCATION:.  Lakeridge District ETHNICITY: Nicaraguan GENDER: Cis Man PRONOUNS: he/him SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual RELIGION:  raised christian, not as strictly, but still practicing. OCCUPATION:  Power hitter for the Colorado Rockies FACECLAIM:  Carlos Miranda

PHYSICAL TRAITS

HEIGHT: 6'0 WEIGHT: 187 pounds HAIR COLOR: Brown  EYE COLOR: brown PIERCINGS: no piercings TATTOOS:  just this one on his hand SCARS|MARKS: one small scar on the left side of his head, just near his hairline, and another healed gash on his right knee. SIGNATURE SCENT: Jazz Club by Replica

PHOBIAS AND DISEASES

MENTAL ILLNESSES: n/a PHYSICAL ILLNESSES: N/a PHOBIAS: n/a

RELATIONSHIPS

MOTHER:  Alma Espinoza (nee Rivas) FATHER:  Cesar Espinoza SIBLINGS: none, he is an only child. RELATIONSHIPS: tba PETS: a bulldog named bear

PERSONALITY

ZODIAC SIGN:  Taurus MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good FAVORITE FOODS: his grandmother's vaho, picos, a hot dog from the guy at the stadium FAVORITE COLOR: burnt orange LIKES:  laying on the beach on a warm day, the smell of onions and garlic cooking, a cold citrus radler after a game, morning runs with bear. DISLIKES: sweet tea, horror films HOBBIES: beach volleyball, boxing, board games.

HEADCANONS

Santiago loves history and will watch the history channel or read history books in his free time. Gets his best sleep on airplanes. truly believes a late-night run with his favorite playlist will cure any negative emotion he has. calls his abuela every Sunday after she gets home from church, he hasn't missed a day since he moved out at 18. She was one of his biggest cheerleaders growing up, and he always confides in her. She is his safe space. Santi is a nice guy generally, but has a bit of an ego, years of being told you were a star will do that to you.

BIOGRAPHY

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PAST

Santiago Emmanuel Espinoza is the first, and only child of Alma and Caesar Espinoza. Born in May of 1985 in Syracuse, New York, Santi came from fairly "normal" beginnings. His mother worked nights as a nurse, and his father during the day as a mechanic.

On the weekends in the summer, Santi and his father would go to Yankees games. Sitting in those seats, watching the game play out, sometimes well after sunset with a hot dog and a soda, those are some of Santi's fondest memories.

The obvious course was little league, when he wasn't watching a game, he was playing one, running around with his peers getting dirty and having a good time. What else was there to a perfect summer? Santi can still remember the taste of the vanilla soft serve ice cream after a long game.

When Santi's coach realize that there was a talent in him, more talent than was expexted out of his seven year old body, they suggested extra training. 'He could be something', he remembers his coach saying to his father, and Santi will never forget the look on his father's face. The pride he held that day, it was a rush.

Santi threw himself into it, baseball consumed him, even from such a young age, he knew that if he did well, if he lived beyond his potential, then he could make his family proud, and in turn, makke himself proud.

He played baseball through out middle school, and high school, and eventually, it got him into college, Vanderbilt University offering him a full ride to play for them. His mother cried the day he was offered his scholarship. His father hugged him for the first time in a while.

Tennesse was a big change compared to Syracuse, and initially, Santiago didn't adjust well. He felt like a small fish in a big pond. All of those boys on the team were recruited for a reason. It wasn't like high school where he was a standout player. He would vent his troubles to his abuela every Sunday morning over a cup of coffee during their weekly phone calls.

Eventually, things got better. Santi was able to prove himself to be worthy of his spot, and his teammates soon became some of his closest friends. His studies were fine, he kept his grades up enough to be able to play ball, the only class he was really enthusiastic about was history, his grades stayed consistently good for that one.

Santi's rise to fame wasn't effortless, no matter what anyone tells you. He worked hard, but from the outside, he looked like his scholarship, and then, his getting into the major leagues, was handed to him. He figured by then he had proved himself, but in the midst of him getting asked to play for the Chicago White Sox, he lost a few friends who thought they deserved it more.

Santi was young, and fresh faced when he began to play for the Sox, and although being the new kid was humbling, the notariety that came when he was able to prove how good he was got to his head just a little bit. People were showing up to games just to see him. People flocked to him at bars for dates or nights together. It all felt good, he felt like he was on top of the world.

| TW DEATH | It would all come crashing down when he had to take a year off because his father died in a car crash. Santi went back home, and he helped his mother, and his abuela, rebuild their lives with out their husband and son. He reconnected with his roots, and promised them both that he'd continue to make them, and his father proud. |END OF TW|

He was welcomed back to the team with open arms, but he wasn't sure he was fully in it. He wasn't sure he could go back. It wasn't until his first game, everyone cheering his name, the city skyline lit up ahead of him, that he knew he made the right choice in coming back.

PRESENT

Santi has been a power hitter and a star player for the Colorado Rockies for the last ten years. He loves the game, and his life, but he isn't sure how much longer he wants to play. Retirement is looking like it's somewhere near on the horizon. But who will he be when he's not playing? What will he do? All of these questions have been weighing on him since before the season even started.

Santi lives in the Lakeridge District with his bulldog named Bear.

[hvnyz]

new tag dump

[hvnyz]

closed starter for @secondhndndhnd (caress) where: night and dine

"You will not believe the fucking day I had," Ziggy says, exasperated a she slides into the booth, removing her backpack from around her shoulders and settling, pulling her hair up into quite possibly the messiest bun atop her head. The waitress stops by just as she settles and Zig sighs with relief "I need the greasiest burger you can get me, a strawberry milkshake, and fries to dip in it, please, and whatever my friend wants" she says sweetly, picking up a sugar packet to fiddle with, before her eyes landed on Caress again, letting out yet another breath "Hi. Please tell me you had a good day, and if not, is mercury in retrograde or something?"