#furaised

[puppycycd]

Carlos: *scoffing* If Carly jumped off a cliff, would you?

Ally: *stares into the distance with a blank expression*

Carlos: ...Ally!

Ally: Well- er- I mean, it depends.

Carlos: DON’T JUMP OFF A CLIFF!

Ally: Well, I wasn’t planning on it.

Carlos: But if Carly did, you would!?

Ally: *stares into the distance yet again*

Carlos: A L L Y!

[choosehero-archive]

     “apparently, agrabah’s got all these different kinds of currency and multiple languages that aren’t spoken anywhere else in auradon.”  for likely the first time in his life, jay sat on a bed surrounded by books. back on the isle, talk of agrabah hadn’t been welcomed in his house, unless jafar had chosen to reminiscence of his days of power or mourn the loss of the life that should have been his. in auradon, jay could learn and ask whatever (almost whatever) he wanted, and he’d thrown himself into learning about agrabah. carlos was the only one who knew, however.  “did you know that?”    //    @furaised  /  ♥’d  ;  open 

[starxchosen]

@furaised

|| Hit that ♥ for a starter ||

“Ay, pero we might have a tiny problem.”

Visiting the Land of the Living had become something Héctor looked forward to every year. Instead of feeling the looming anticipation of failure, he felt the bursting excitement of knowing he would cross the bridge. He knew he would see his familia y his chamaco. Santa Cecilia had always been a small town, but it was exploding with creativity and life. His visit this year, however, had taken him down a different path. Un perro had been staring at him, tail wagging, little body hunkered down for playtime. Despite better judgment, Héctor couldn’t resist humoring the canine. Animals were known to have a better sense about them, able to see spirits more than the living.

Which was what he was currently staring at- a living boy.

“You see, you are looking at me like you see me, pero that is imposible.”

[heavenrejected-a]

@furaised continued from here 

      She might have felt bad for yelling at him had the result been different, but instead he’s giving almost as good as he got and Mal is actually grateful that he doesn’t back down or immediately sweep it under the rug. She knows she’s walking a very thin line and Carlos seems to have picked up on it, of course Carlos has picked up on it, he’s always been the smartest of the bunch. “I can’t keep doing what, Carlos? Being myself? I know that offends people here, but I’m not- I’m not like everyone else. So what do you suggest that I do?” It sounds snappy but she needs the advice, she needs the help, she’s just not very good at asking for it.

[bengalisms]

— ❋ @furaised​ ;; cont.

“It is way too EARLY to be having these thought provoking questions.” It was the AFTERNOON. “I don’t know? I like both… Can I have both? Is that too much? Wait what about french toast? That’s the REAL tie breaker.” It wasn’t a real tie breaker, he was just being horribly indecisive.

        ❝ Welcome to Casa a la Caspian where we start every morning like Plato did; contemplating the serious life choices. ❞ Sarcasm drips from him as he moves to the fridge and grabs a jug of freshly squeezed orange juice, pulp swirling in it. He plops it down on the island with a glass beside where Carlos is sitting, a grin stretching his features out as his little brother goes on rambling about choices. ❝ French toast, pancakes, waffles, it’s all very good–– You pick. ❞ He says, back turned as he pulls out a couple mixing bowls. 

        ❝ But if you ask me, there’s only one way to start the morning. ❞ He glances over his shoulder, his sleeves rolled up to show his scars along his forearms. He trusted Carlos. He was a boy who had seen darkness like him and proved that there wasn’t always a cold heart at the end of it. He’d spent the night with him, something he was surprised about (mostly due to his mother) but not something he was about to question anytime soon. ❝ Dosas. ❞

[themadvigilantist]

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@venusexstillhaven | @furaised | @scnofhook | @poorunfortunatexsouls | @mohiican | @adventurcusgirl | @wiistfulls | @hookdesires | @lovemelodymisfit | @undcrthesea | @breweddeath |

“You did what to get who to follow you? That’s too much work...”

[charmingesque-blog]

@furaised continued from here 

    “I guess,” she nods slightly. “It’s not really my thing either. It just seems sort of...fleeting. But maybe I’ve only ever been on the receiving end of infatuation. Other people seem happy, though, and that’s good.” 

[mystificd-a]

Auradon was a very… bright place: It was lively and colourful and everything the Isle was not. Everything in this country screamed kindness, happiness, goodness — and Auradon Prep was no exception, it seemed.

The car came to a halt, and the door was opened. As Myst stepped out of the limo — not without stuffing a few candy apples from the candy bar into the backpack that made use of his only baggage, he noticed the lack of parade — he certainly was not complaining — but instead the presence of Cruella de Vil’s only son waiting for him alone by Beast's monument.

     // @furaised