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@ramcabrera
introducing ramon cabrera, a dependent portrayal for nashvillehq. this is an assessment of: angry fathers and the sons predestined to become them, the implications of growing old when you are still young & the gripe of familial legacy.
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Marti leaned against the doorway of her uncle's office, never one to need an invitation to enter but still respecting the man enough not to barge right in. "Hola tío," she said, her voice sugar sweet as she lifted a bag of takeout in her hand. "I thought you might enjoy a little lunch with your favorite Garcia child." Their family had always been relatively close, with them all in the same city, but she was especially fond of her uncle Ramon. "I brought your favorite! And before you ask, no, I'm not hiding from Papá. Not today, anyway."
Some are bound by blood or the secrets they keep, but the Cabrera family — or at least Ramon — looked to love and said let this be the thing that binds us. It was one of the few things that could satiate that constant gnawing, love and other drugs. “¡Ay dios mío!¹” Its an adverse reaction to the relentless little shadow perched in the doorway, she had not barged and yet Ramon still found himself partially disconserted at her sudden appearance. A beat to facepalm, perhaps to wipe the substance from his nose. “Someone’s gotta put a bell on you, kid.” Still, a half-moon grin creeps across visage, nothing could deny his self-professed favorite niece a seat at his table (well, his desk.) “That steakhouse down on 4th Ave? Hell, you oughta’ hide anyways spending that kinda money on your poor ol’ uncle.” Head cants, even if Marti weren’t ducking from his brother it raised a certain lingering suspicion. “You sure you don’t need anything?”
MOON KNIGHT S01E01: The Goldfish Problem | dir. Mohamed Diab
THE BUBBLE (2022) dir. Judd Apatow
Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980; February 17th, 1970
Text ID: I don't feel guilt at being unsociable, though I may sometimes regret it because my loneliness is painful. But when I move into the world, it feels like a moral fall—like seeking love in a whorehouse.
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seventeen going under // sam fender
