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Not everyone can say they’ve been to the Big Apple, but [ SOFIA REYES ], a [ 30 ] year-old [ WOMAN] has lived in [ Greenwich Village, Manhattan ] for [ 10 YEARS ]. This is the city of dreams and [ SHE ] knows it, because they came to NYC to be an [ FORENSIC SCIENTIST ].. Living in the city means they meet all kinds of people, but everyone always seems to think they look like [ PRISCILLA QUINTANA ]. They even got away with free cab fare once because of it!

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#enyc.intro #❝what will become of me once I've lost my novelty❞→musings

priquintana-deactivated20241209

#❝There goes the maddest woman this town has ever seen"❞→visage

noawilder:

OPEN STARTER. WHERE: THE HIGH LINE @exclusivestarters

Noa sat comfortably on one of the coveted wooden lounge chaise on the high line, tourists and fellow New Yorkers milling around her. Despite being one of her favorite places in Chelsea, the constant flow of people could be a little much at time. She came out here to work somewhere other than her shoebox apartment, but always found herself missing the comfort of her couch after an hour or two. Not to mention the silence. Her laptop was flat on her lap, her sunglasses perched on her nose, as she worked on her latest assignment for the magazine. Just as she was getting into it, words flowing from her fingertips, a loud gasp and subsequent quiet snickers disturbed her concentration. She lifted her eyes to see a tourist wearing the iconic I heart New York shirt with what she assumed was bird shit dripping down the red heart. “That’s unfortunate,” she commented quietly to the person sitting next to her, her eyes already back on her computer screen. “Although, not really. Those shirts are fucking tragic.”

She’s allowed to take a break, she reminds herself as she strolls on the high line, finding a bench to park herself, her book, and her snacks down on to. She has been so caught up in work, case after case piling up on her desk, she feels like she hasn’t seen the outside of her lab in weeks.

So she grants herself some grace, the weather permitting her to actually sit outside and read for the first time in months. She’s reading, drinking coffee and trying to ignore her surrondings. But that’s sort of hard, when you have an attention disorder and there’s people surronding you. She should have thought this through. It’s someone close to her, their words pulling her fully out of her book, her eyes focusing on them for a moment before she looks over to where she’s talking about “I don’t understand why they wear those, anyway. It’s like wearing a target.”

#❝you had a speech you're speechless❞→conversations #noa.#adhd mention tw #adhd tw #idk if those need a tag

lukejulie

#❝what will become of me once I've lost my novelty❞→musings

westhwthrn:

FAILURE | SOFIA+WESTON

@scisofia

Weston sat across from her at the restaurant table. He had been going off about the incompetence of a new tech they had working in his district. He was ready to lose his goddamn mind if someone had actually compromised his scene. “Listen, I’m not saying shits gone down hill since you left, but we could have lost everything because this idiot completely forgot about taking DNA off it.” He huffed, throwing his hands up before going in for another bite of his waffles.

Most of Weston’s friends lately had been ones he met through work. It wasn’t that he didn’t have friends outside of the department. These people just understood what he went through on a daily basis. He had been in more situations, more pressure, more stress. than he ever could have imagined. Some days he woke up wishing he had taken that stupid bar exam and just worked for his mother’s practice. Most days he loved his job. Today was not one of them.

Her days working for the NYPD were some of her favorite. The work of course, was extensive, exhausting and brutal, sometimes. But she had also met some of her best friends while working there, had learned some valuable lessons and taken away some great things from it. Over all, it was a good experience, a great starter course before she moved onto the FBI.

She’s sitting across from Weston at a restaurant, hands wrapped around a warm cup of coffee. Hes’ complaining about the person who had taken her place and well, she didn’t want to brag but she was damn good at her job. “What’s going on with your lieutenant that they’re allowing them to so incompetent?” Sofia loved her job, some would say she loved it too much, spending hours in the lab, bringing work home with her if she had to. Often she could be called a workaholic. The idea of someone not doing their job, a job that could make or break a case, well, bothered her to no end.

“So what can I do to help?” she asks, and it’s probably not a good idea, for her ot be stepping back into her old job when the one she had was so demanding, but Weston was a friend, and he seemed stressed from this. With a detectives clearance, it wouldn’t hurt anyone if she took a look at whatever he needed.

#❝you had a speech you're speechless❞→conversations #weston.#police mention tw

namtan

#❝what will become of me once I've lost my novelty❞→musings

SOFIA XIOMARA ANTONIA REYES; CHARACTER PARALLELS.

Santana Lopez-Glee

“The only straight I am is straight up bitch:”

Elena Alvarez- One Day At A Time

“I’m a girl who likes girls which means I know everything there is to know about girls”

Mariana Adams-Foster-The Fosters/Good Trouble

“Do you ever feel like you’re an imposter? Like you tricked someone into hiring you and like you’re not as good as everyone else? “

Ella Lopez-Lucifer

“One man’s trash is a forensic scientist’s treasure”

@exclusivemusings

#enyc.task01 #❝what will become of me once I've lost my novelty❞→musings

SOFIA XIOMARA ANTONIA REYES; AN AESTHETIC MOODBOARD

“ yes, it’s true I'm here, and I’m just as strange as you."

@exclusivemusings

#enyc.task01 #❝what will become of me once I've lost my novelty❞→musings

closed starter for @bcllet (cami)

She shows up in a dramatic black dress with Norah at her side. She’s all for dressing up, and always likes to add a little bit of pizzazz to her everyday outfits, but this feels completely out of her element. She feels like she could be queen of the underworld, done up in this dress and mask, wearing heels higher than she’s ever worn before. It’s all honestly kind of fun, an air of mystery to everything, and it’s all for a good cause. She’s determined to make the most of tonight.

The way Cami sort of floated when she walked felt right for a ballerina. She always had this sort of gracefulness to her that Sofia assumed was because of the years of dancing. Whatever it was, she always admired it, and was in awe of it. Sofia thought she looked beatiful, ethereal. When she sees her walk in on the arm of Oliver, she has to take a breath, and wonders why she feels this way. She has to take a long sip of her champagne to shake the feeling away.

It takes another long sip of champagne, and a silent pep talk and a lot of nerve for her to walk over. “Cami,” she begins when she’s near enough, hopefully catching the other’s attention. “Te ves hermosa,” she comments, because there’s no harm, and she deserves to hear it. “Your dress is gorgeous.”

#❝you had a speech you're speechless❞→conversations #cami.#i hope this is okay let me know if you need anything changed!

jfcjosefina:

Who: Josefina & Sofia [ @scisofia ]

Where: Sofia’s Apartment

Josefina always loved getting ready for events with her little sister. Ever since they were young, it had become almost a tradition to get their nails done together and get dressed for whatever party or dance they were attending at their father’s house. And though Josefina was away traveling and doing schooling, the tradition had picked back up without pause once she returned to New York. And the charity event they were both invited to was no exception.

“This may be my favorite set of nails I’ve ever had on my hands, though it may be too long to wear into court.” Jo commented with a laugh, glancing at the nails on her right hand, her left bringing her Snapple bottle to her lips. The pair were walking the staircase leading up to Sofia’s apartment, her dress bag slung over her arm. “I told Dom to come and grab me from here around 8, which gives us about four hours for hair, makeup, and Instagram photos.”

The thing about having an older sister is that you always had someone to play dress up with. She remembers days of pretty dresses their dad would buy them, and walking around in her mother’s heels, putting on makeup, trying to be much older than she actually was. She remembers the way her mother would tut at the way she over applied the red lipstick. Getting ready with Jo for the charity event felt like going back in time, in the best way possible. Back to days of playing dress up with her big sister.

“Or you could be very Elle Woods about it and show up with long nails and my long pink coat,” she offers with laughter in her voice. “Oh, that’s actually perfect. I’m meeting Norah around the same time. Enough time to get cute, maybe have a pre gala glass of champagne before we head off?” she suggests, pulling out her keys so she could push her door open, letting Jo walk in first before following her in. “So Dom?” she asks, eyebrows raising in curiosity.

#❝you had a speech you're speechless❞→conversations #josefina.

priquintana-deactivated20241209

PRISCILLA QUINTANA

Good Trouble (2019-)

#❝There goes the maddest woman this town has ever seen"❞→visage

closed starter for @zehrabeln

She didn’t know why she did stuff like this. Hooking up with your ex was a bad idea generally, but doing it so consistently was destructive. It wasn’t good for either of them to be falling back into each other’s arms, but there was just something about it, there was a pull she couldn’t deny, and one she didn’t want to stop exploring. At least for now.

She’s wrapped in her sheets, and even though they dated, it still feels weird to be waking up to Zehra, because now this was just all it was. Hooking up. What did you do when your hookup was there the next morning? Well, she wasn’t sure of the proper etiquette, but she was going for what she knew.

First, she rolled out of bed, pulling on a t-shirt that she’s pretty sure is dirty, then, she rushes into the bathroom, brushes her teeth and fixes the way her hair is splayed all over the place. Then, when she comes back, she looks at the other women in her bed, and takes a deep breath.

“Do you want some coffee? Or breakfast? I make fantastic huevos rancheros.”

#❝you had a speech you're speechless❞→conversations #zehra.#nudity tw #slightly nsfw

closed starter for @sophieblakes

It was easy to fall into work and never come back out. Immersion didn’t seem crazy when you both loved your job, and were a bit of an introvert. She could find herself stuck in the lab for hours on end, researching. But she always had someone to pull her out when it was becoming too much, when she was getting too deep inside of work and not the real world.

This time wasn’t her turn, no, she had put in her normal hours at the lab and had been done with it, had known when to throw in the towel on her work day. But there was one person she hadn’t heard from in a while and from personal experience, she knew exactly what that meant.

From her place to Sophie’s it was about a twelve minute walk, which felt serendiptious all on its own, not to mention the fact that they had eerily similar names and were both air signs. It was almost like they were meant to be friends. Sofi believed in both fate, and science, so for her, it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility for their friendship to be written in the stars.

“Soph! Open up, it’s me!” she says through the door after knocking a couple of times. “Come on, we’re going out. I know a place that makes sick guava cocktails.”