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not me channeling my anger into a funny edit of our gloomy situation
no one:
not a single soul:
me, still discussing Silrah with myself after a year and a half:
can I just say how I wholeheartedly believe that them thinking they’re not good enough for the other is canon? both of them genuinely believing that they’re too broken, scarred, complex and incapable of true love and therefore a burden that they don’t want the other to carry is so straightforward to me in their story, that even if it’ll never be directly addressed I’d have no doubt it’s the main reason they’re still not together. and yes I, too, think that they’d also never had the time for a romantic relationship thanks to their heavy duties they had had to take upon them 16 years ago. but mainly I believe it’s what they keep telling themselves instead of facing the actual reason: they’re scared. scared to ruin what they have, their deep trust and rare connection. scared to mess up one of the few good and stable things they’ve got left in life. to lose one another. which is why if we don’t get Saul’s proper reaction to her “death” consider it one lost opportunity I can’t see myself forgiving.
may the gods of good writing be with us. amen.
oh so now you realise that huh
Bruh I- I hope the trauma you gave kids was worth you finally realising what the reset button was there for Resetti
you can tell a lot about a person by who their first fictional crush was. it also explains every fictional crush they’ve had since
who was yours? i’ll go first: mine was batman :x
Regina Mills... Evil Queen... Once Upon a Time 🙈
How a sewing machine works
I HAVE WONDERED MY WHOLE LIFE BUT NO ONE WOULD LET ME TAKE THEM APART THANK YOU SO MUCH
Ooooooohhh!
Phyllis: To give this man a prod, to hurry him along a bit!
Jim: Is that what you were asking Mrs. Patmore to tell me?
Phyllis: TO GIVE ME A PROD, YOU MEAN!
He’s been prodding your brains out in fanfic for years, sweets.
@elliehopaunt your comment made me snort water out of my nose 😂😂😂
This clip never gets old. ❤️
BEST. COMMENTS. EVER. @elliehopaunt @belovedrival 😂😂😂
This never gets old…The good old days when Jim and Phyllis used to have fun together..
Part of me wants to shift the entirety of Magical Fantasy Adventure Land into the normal world instead of splitting it into a separate realm.
Part of me is still annoyed that this fucker still doesn’t have a proper title. Or at least something that sounds better as a place holder.
it’s called Mafalia. that’s your world’s name. ‘MAH-FAR-lee-uh’.
That actually sounds really good as a world name. I’m curious to know where that came from?
it’s the acronym. “Magical Fantasy Adventure Land”-ia becomes MaFAL-ia: Mafalia.
i always find if you need a placeholder name for something, write it out and make up an acronym, adding and removing letters or vowels if need be.
for example:
“The House Where Clio Fell in Love With Him”
“The HouseWhereClioFellinLoveWithHim”
“THoWeCliFiLWH”
“ThrowecliFiLWH”
“ThrowecliffiLWH”
“ThrowecliffiLWH”
“Throwecliffe”
“Thrawecliffe”
hence ‘the house where Clio fell in love with him’ becomes ‘Thrawecliffe House’. what’s a ‘thraw’? i don’t know. is it on a cliff? maybe; that’s an author’s preogative.
suddenly the name of the house itself throws up new questions which an author in answering goes off down a rabbit hole of worldbuilding.
Holy fuck. That is absolutely amazing advice.
Thank you so much!!!!!
As someone who regularly smashes words together for humorous purposes, I’m appalled I’ve never thought to use it in my writing. Bless you.
good advice
My favourite example of this is Dragon Age. The setting is called Thedas, which comes from calling it “the Dragon Age setting” in development! The Dragon Age Setting The DAS Thedas
The D&D game that my boyfriend is currently running is based in a city called Isan, which is an acronym for “I Suck At Naming”.
You're not lazy, you simply need to rest. You're not stupid, you simply have gaps in your knowledge that can be filled. You're not ugly, you simply have a wrong perception of your reflection. You're not naive, you simply believe in the good in people and in the world. You're not unlovable, you simply haven't recognised your own worth yet. All of these negative thoughts you may have in fact disguise a positive truth - a truth that you have to learn to believe. You, my love, are simply wonderful the way you are.
Agustín: What disease do beekeepers get?
Agustín: Hives.
Julieta: Hives is a skin reaction due to excess antihistamines. Not a disease.
Agustín:
Agustín: Hives.
apologies to anyone who ever thought i was cool and reached out to me only to discover i am just a weird little hermit who can't carry on a conversation to save my life
Crying right now because she's NOT REAL 😭😭😭
I have never been so upset over a cartoon character not being real
I want her to be my mom.
I want her to give me a warm hug.
LOOK AT HER
SHE'S PERFECT
LOOK AT HER
Mama Is Right Here
Mirabel is five-years-old, she sits on her bed with her head in her hands. The white bow in her hair has fallen out, her curls draping over her face. She has been crying ever since her gift ceremony ended just a few hours ago. The house was in chaos, but now even more so since Bruno disappeared. The door to the nursery opens and Mirabel looks up with teary eyes. Julieta smiles at her, with tears in her own eyes and her hands holding two mugs.
“How are you, mija?” She asks in a soft voice, walking to the bed and sitting down next to Mirabel. The five-year-old sniffs a few times.
“Am I broken?” Mirabel asks, her voice wavering. She looks up at her mama and more tears fall. Julieta places the mugs down and brings her daughter into a tight bear hug. She rubs slow circles on the girl’s back as she softly shushes her, whispering kind words.
“You’re not broken, Mirabel, you are perfect.” Julieta hugs her daughter as she cries, her own tears falling because she cannot help her youngest. This isn’t something she can heal. “You’re alright, mama is right here.”
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Mirabel is sixteen-years-old. She stands in the doorway of Casita, nervously fidgeting with her fingers. She is waiting to be picked up to go on her first ever date, and she cannot be more nervous about it. What if he hates how her hair looks? Does her dress look good? Does the color not work with the rest of the outfit? Was this a bad idea?
“Mira, you okay?” Julieta gently places a hand on Mirabel’s shoulder as to not make the teenager jump. Mirabel turns around, anxiously biting her lip.
“What if it doesn’t go well?” Julieta sees Mirabel’s eyes glisten, and she immediately cups her face and smiles warmly at her.
“It will be fine. He is a wonderful boy who is lucky that you even said yes!” Julieta’s smile widens when Mirabel chuckles at her statement. Looking behind her daughter, she sees a boy quickly walking toward Casita, nervously messing with his hair. She kisses Mirabel on the forehead. “If it somehow doesn’t go well, I’ll be right here when you get back.”
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Mirabel is twenty-three-years-old, she sits perfectly still as Isabela fixes her hair, lacing white flowers through her curls. Mirabel ponders her image in the mirror. Her hair is tied up in a bun with a white ribbon, her normal blue puffball earrings have been replaced with tiny golden studs, and she wears a beautiful, highly embroidered, white dress. Today is her wedding day. She has been planning this day for months, and yet she cannot help but feel like throwing up. Everything is going well, nothing huge has happened. There is a gentle knock on the door.
“Come in!” Mirabel shouts. The door opens, and she turns to see the visitor. Julieta stops and places a hand over her heart as she basks in the beauty of her youngest. She can already feel the burning sensation of tears welling up in her eyes. She blinks them away and smiles kindly. Mirabel returns the smile.
“Isa, do you mind if Mira and I have a few minutes alone?” Julieta asks. Isabela smiles and nods. She wishes her little sister good luck before leaving. Julieta takes a deep breath and walks over to Mirabel. She sits down next to her and holds her daughter’s hands. “I wanted to see you before we get started. It wouldn’t be a wedding if I didn’t give you these.” She reaches into her bag and produces a sapphire necklace with a silver chain. “I know Luisa gave you something new. I thought it would be right if I gave you something old.” Mirabel’s lower lip wobbles as Julieta places the necklace around her neck. “Your papa gave this to me the day of our wedding. It’ll bring you all the luck you need.”
“I’m scared, mama,” Mirabel says as she touches the necklace. “I want this, I am super happy… but it is just a lot, you know?” Julieta chuckles and smiles.
“It is normal to be nervous. You’ll be fine! I am right here if you need anything, always.”
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Mirabel is ninety-years-old, she lies on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. It has been a busy day, since she hasn’t been able to get out of bed in a while. Her grandchildren have decided that her bedroom is their new play place. It was nice to see them playing and having fun, even though it was loud. She smiles as she closes her eyes, thinking thoughts of her family and what they will do tomorrow. As she drifts off into sleep, her ache in her aging bones seems to fade. A warm breeze gently wakes her. As she opens her eyes, she is blinded by a bright light. She blinks as her eyes adjust to the light. Finally, being able to see, Mirabel looks around. Her mouth falls open as tears quickly rush to her eyes. All of her family she lost over the years are standing in front of her, smiling widely.
Julieta walks forward, not looking any older than the day Mirabel lost her. Her mama cups her face, her hands warm to the touch. Julieta wipes away Mirabel’s tears with her thumbs. A sad smile gracing her lips.
“It is alright mija, mama is right here.”
End.
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Since I am feeling like shit, here is something from my drafts! Enjoy the warm sadness.
Cry with me. Pls. I can't be the only one crying at this
Julieta's one fear...
Still my fav art ever 😂
local man returns from being missing for a decade: immediately gets on his sisters' every last nerve
This is a localization I did.
Author:
byeol_0906
Link to original source in Korean:
https://twitter.com/byeol_0906/status/1496336348382638080
Want some Julieta x Agustín Mother’s Day fluff? Then have some fluff! My first time writing for these two. OBSESSED with them
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Julieta was humming to herself while getting her favorite pot out from the cupboard, when she felt herself get grabbed into an embrace from behind. A wet kiss landed in her neck.
“Hola, mi amor,” Agustín said in a low drawl. Julieta smiled and hugged his arms that were around her waist. “To what do I owe this early morning wake up ?” Then she turned and saw her husband. With an exasperated sigh, her usual Ay, Agustín fell from her lips.
Her husband was a disaster. He was not only bee stung, but had brambles and burrs on his suit vest as well as dirt and a welt above his eye and three buttons missing from his shirt. Julieta rolled her eyes and leaned away from him in an exaggerated fashion, reaching for the leftover arepas from the previous night.
“What happened to you?” Julieta threw her hands up in exasperation. “It’s far too early for this!”
“But I had to get you these.” Agustín held out a bouquet that he had picked on his early morning adventure turned disaster. The one that had earned him the welts. His wife sighed and pushed the arepa morsel into his mouth. Well, that explained it then. He hasn’t wanted to bother Isabella and instead almost killed himself in the process of collecting his own bouquet from the bee-heavy flower fields. And judging by his expression, he was so pleased with himself too.
Julieta set out a vase and smiled as Agustín’s face and arms returned to normal. She took the gift and set them in water, admiring the flowers. Agustín not only knew how to put an outfit together, but he was wonderful at arranging flowers and music as well. How such a clumsy nature could exist in such an elegant man…
“They’re beautiful, loverboy.” She blew an air kiss at him and put both her hands on his face, bringing his nose to her. “Always surprising me. Thank you.”
“Anything for mi vida” Agustín kissed her cheek gently. “Especially today.”
“Now I need to start breakfast.” Julieta’s voice was no nonsense as she tied her apron. “So that means out.”
“I am pretty hungry,” Agustín said, burying his face in her neck again. He rained kisses on her so quickly that Julieta could barely move her head away.
“Agustín!”
“Si?”
“I’m serious.” Julieta struggled to keep a straight face as she laughed. “I need to start if we’re going to eat on time.” She took a spoon and swatted at him. Agustín caught it and lightly smacked her on her backside, making her yelp.
“Let Félix do it.”
“Agustín …hey!” Agustín kissed Julieta’s neck again and she playfully smacked his arm. “Alright. Get out of my kitchen. And stop volunteering your brother in law.”
“It’s Mother’s Day, mi corazon. You shouldn’t be cooking anyway. We can do it.”
“We?”
“Félix, Bruno, and I”
“Over my dead body. You and Bruno are banned from this kitchen after the fiasco from Dolores’ birthday.”
“Well, uh, Félix then.”
Agustín inwardly cringed as he remembered the disaster that unfolded among himself, Bruno, and Dolores’ birthday cake and had no desire to have that fight with Julieta a second time. He had barely survived the first one. “And you can finally take a break. I’ll make us coffee. That I can manage.” His hands lowered to her hips and he lifted her onto the counter, widening his eyes in a pleading expression. Julieta rolled her eyes and smiled, playing with the cuff links on his shirt sleeves.
“You’re impossible. Fine.” Agustín did make an excellent cafe con lèche.
They stared at each other for a few minutes. In the playful tussle between them, some of Julieta’s hair has escaped her bun and hung down framing her face beautifully. Her eyes shined at her husband and she felt herself relax at the idea of a surprise morning off. Slowly Julieta wrapped her legs around Agustín’s waist, pulling him close and looped her arms around his neck. They kissed. It was sweet and slow and overdue. They knew these rare moments alone came too infrequently. Agustín tilted his head to kiss her more deeply while reaching down. He touched the hem of Julieta’s skirt, slowly moving it up her leg and feeling her shiver into him….
“Ay…Agustín…”
“AH! Oh my God!!” Startled, the couple pulled apart and looked at their youngest daughter standing in the doorway. She held a beautiful and newly embroidered apron for her mother, wrapped skillfully in a bow but her expression was one of pure horror.
“He…hey Miraboo!” Agustín turned quickly and forced a paternal smile. He stumbled slightly as he went to greet Mirabel and Julieta cleared her throat, fixed her hair, and moved her skirt back down. “How’s my mari…”
“Gah! No! No, no, no!” Mirabel buried her face in the apron and scurried away from her father. “No touching, no eye contact, never again!” Then, she called out the door. “Don’t come in here!”
“Why?” Isabella stepped in, freshly grown bouquet in hand.
“What’s wrong?” Luisa echoed, following her oldest sister. She carried a card.
For a moment, the family glanced awkwardly at each other until Mirabel’s traumatized voice whimpered from where her face was buried in Julieta’s new apron.
“Pá was feeling up mamá.”
“Oh Dios, you poor thing!” Isabella put her arms around Mirabel and led her and a disgusted Luisa from the kitchen. “What is wrong with you two?!” She scowled at her baffled parents as she scolded. “We EAT in here! EW!!”
Julieta and Agustín stared wide-eyed at their three children hurrying away from the kitchen. Julieta was flushed with embarrassment and Agustín was trying his best not to laugh and failing.
Turning back towards his wife, he said “Well, uh…can’t be Mother’s Day without embarrassing your kids. Or, you know…having them embarrass you.”
“I suppose not.” Julieta moved off the counter and started putting her pot away. Her husband moved close to her again and she looked at him with a cocked eyebrow. He put his arm around her.
“Since we already defiled the kitchen…” He waggled his brow at her.
Julieta sighed, red cheeks still flaming, and rolled her eyes. “That’s it. Out.”
I love this so much 😂
