#int: sara

[benitoxherrera]

↦ closed starter  / sara iyer @sara-iyer ↦ location: benny's office @ the whiskey barrel

People didn't get nailed with darts often, and the darts usually weren't sharp enough to do any damage when they did, but of course Benny hadn't noticed the guy sharpening one up with his knife that afternoon. When the knife blade had sharpened the dart a little too much, it had suddenly become dangerous, and Benny's night when from tolerable to trash as soon as he heard talk that someone had been hit by a dart. Thankfully, he realized once he got there, said dart hadn't actually been lodged anywhere insane. He didn't have to worry about calling an ambulance, from the looks of it, he could probably fix it with the first aid kit in his office.

Benny ushered Sara into the office, gently shutting the door behind him if only to block out the noise from the bar beyond. "Alright," he said, gesturing toward his desk, "you can hop up on the desk or sit in the chair, it's up to you. Desk feels more like we're playing doctor or something, I think. Not sure if that's your style." He chuckled softly, hoping the joke would land better than it would with someone a little more uptight. Fishing the first aid kit from the cabinet where he kept it, Benny laid it open on the edge of the desk and started looking around inside. He pulled out an alcohol wipe, ripping it open with his teeth before tugging it out. "This is probably going to sting a little, and I'll let you punch me in the stomach for it if it's real bad, deal?"

[magsdeveaux]

☆ closed starter / sara iyer @sara-iyer ☆ location: parker county community center

"Hey Sara," Maggie called out as soon as she realized Sara was packing up her stuff and heading toward the door, "can you hang back for a sec? I have something I want to ask you." She'd been teaching a community hip hop dance class, a combo of stay at home moms and former dancers coming together one afternoon to get moving. These classes were her favorite, truthfully, because it felt like female empowerment to the max.

Once she tucked her phone into her bag, Maggie slid the strap onto her shoulder and made her way across the room toward Sara. She waved goodbye to the last class attendee as they headed out the door before reaching to pull the door shut behind them quietly. "You looked really good today, by the way. I love seeing how much you're picking back up. It's clear you used to dance, you pick up choreo pretty quick." Maggie wasn't nervous, really, but she was fully aware of the potential risk to her next statement. "I hope this isn't too forward of me, I just need to ask... Would you want to grab a drink sometime?"

[echoesofadream]

shfhjs de bråkar hela tiden

[soulsuckrrs]

The sense of protectiveness that Xavier felt for Sara didn't diminish after they got divorced, nor had his feelings, despite his efforts to ignore them. Overworking and busying himself with things to occupy his mind, it had all meant nothing when he'd gotten that phone call from the hospital. All those feelings and shoved down emotions had surged to the surface, visible on his features and the tension in his body, the aching in his chest a great reminder that he would always love her. No matter the distance or reasons for their splitting, Xavier was a loyal heart, difficult though it could be to get past his walls, Sara had managed to do just that and so easily, he couldn't help how he was swayed by her. Urged to sit on the bed next to her, Xavier complied, easing down and trying to leave room between them, though he did want to be closer to her.

He shifted against the mattress, not sure what to do with his hands, wanting to hold hers Xavier flexed them before running one through his hair, glancing at the room again because he was sure if he looked at Sara for too long he'd be enraptured, enthralled and completely useless with words or processing what she said. "It's alright, I don't mind," he said, truly not bothered by still being her emergency contact, Xavier vaguely got the feeling she'd intentionally left him or perhaps just overlooked, she was a busy person after all. It didn't matter either way, he was there and he was glad that they had called him. Had her injuries been worse then he would have been even more thankful for the call.

A small smirk pressed at one corner of his lips, his gray gaze slipping back over to Sara before he nodded knowingly. "What if I promised to stay with you? I mean, they did call me despite us being..." he trailed off and tilted his head a bit, wondering if the staff had called him for any other reason. It didn't seem Sara's injuries were too serious but he shook his head a little and that smirk turned into more of a grin, fond and amused. "You needn't thank me, I was... worried about you, I would have come regardless."

she would not say as much out loud, but the second he had walked into her hospital room, she had begun to relax against the pillows. his presence was a comfort, like a glass of wine at the end of the day or the first rays of sun on a face in the mornings. their divorce had spawned from a number of reasons, largely because she spent so much time working that a distance formed between them, eventually driving them apart. but her love for him had been one thing that never wavered, even as distance grew between them and a divorce seemed like the healthiest option. she'd never stopped caring.

"oh." she says it so simply, a somewhat embarrassed smile curving across her mouth as she ducks her head slightly. "i guess i just never got around to changing it." though that was partly a lie. she'd opened the paperwork not long after their divorce was finalized, had stared down at his name on the list and hadn't been able to think of a single person she would have wanted here more than him. the way he looks at her has her heart clenching softly, her hands moving to push himself into a sitting position. "i'm alright, truly. though much as i would love to take you up on that, my co-workers are being a little overprotective and won't let me go home without someone to stay with me." she can't blame them, really, she would probably do the same thing. hand reaches out, covering his own before squeezing it gently. "thank you for coming to check on me."

[seulgisqt]

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍 — lena oberdorf

lena oberdorf x dallas cowboys cheerleader!reader

(a/n: can you tell this is a british person who wrote this?? i’ve always had an odd obsession with those ladies so but anyways lena oberdorf, my shayla >_< I hope you enjoyed this one, i’m thinking of doing a two part for this, lemme know if you would like that and happy reading x)

word count: 1986

genre: fluff

summary: two different worlds, colliding in the most unexpected of places—yet somehow, it felt like they were exactly where they were meant to be.

As you adjusted your glittering blue uniform, the scorching Texas sun cast its unwavering gaze upon AT&T Stadium, making the atmosphere both electrifying and intense. The fabric of your outfit shimmered brilliantly, reflecting the light with every slight movement, and the heat enveloped you like a warm embrace. You stood tall and proud as the centrepiece of the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders, a position you had dreamt about since your earliest memories of watching those iconic routines on television, captivated by the energy and precision.

You were focused on tonight’s performance, where an international friendly match between the USWNT and Germany’s national team took place. It wasn’t every day a soccer match took over their football stadium, and you were eager to see how the crowd would react to the shift in energy.

Among the German players warming up was Lena, the star midfielder known for precision and aggression on the field. Lena was as disciplined as she was fearless—a footballer who’d grown up training in the rainy fields of Gevelsburg. She was fiercely proud of her roots, yet found herself intrigued by this massive, almost theatrical American sports culture.

The game unfolded with an intensity that crackled in the air, but amidst the thrumming excitement, Lena’s gaze was irresistibly drawn to the vibrant splashes of colour and dynamic movement spiralling down the staircases among the throngs of spectators. The cheerleaders, clad in striking uniforms that shimmered in the arena lights, led a fervent cacophony of cheers and chants that resonated through the crowd, their infectious energy sweeping over everyone present. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced back home, a captivating display of spirit and camaraderie that left her spellbound.

The halftime break arrived with a pulse of excitement rippling through the massive crowd. The game was tense, and the U.S. and German teams were locked in a fierce battle, but for the next few minutes, all eyes would be on you and the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders.

You took a deep breath, standing tall at the edge of the field, feeling the electric energy in the air. The opening chords of AC/DC’s Thunderstruck blasted through the speakers, and the crowd erupted. This was the routine—fast, furious, and legendary. The kind of performance that could make even the toughest sceptics believe in the art of cheerleading.

From the sideline, Lena sat on the bench in the technical area, water bottle forgotten in her hand. She has seen plenty of halftime shows in her career, but nothing like this. The music thumped in her chest as you sprang to life, every movement precise and explosive. Your hair whipped around as you launched into high kicks, your blue rhinestone-studded stars sparkled under the stadium lights.

The choreography was relentless. Sharp motions that synced perfected with the pounding drumbeat, pom-poms slicing through the air with military precision. You moved with such confidence, such undeniable magnetism, that Lena found herself frozen, mesmerised.

“They’re incredible, aren’t they?” Sara murmured beside her, but Lena barely heard. Her eyes were fixed on you, whose smile radiated pure joy, body moving with an effortless grace that only came from years of dedication. As you dropped into the squad’s signature kickline, the entire stadium roared in approval. You stole a glance towards the sideline—just for a second, and caught Lena watching you intently, eyes wide with admiration. A rush of heat flooded your chest, and you pushed yourself even harder, feeding off the connection you felt from across the field.

Lena’s heart pounded, though she wasn’t sure if it was from the music or the way your energy seemed to wrap around her like a lasso. She had always thought football was the ultimate rush, but this? This was something else entirely. She watched you flip, spin, and land with flawless precision, your spirit seemingly untouchable.

As the routine built to its climactic finish with the cheerleaders launching into a gravity-defying jump split, the stadium shook with applause. Lena found herself cheering along with the crowd, a rare uninhibited smile breaking across her face. As the final notes of the music faded and you struck your last pose, breathing heavily but wearing a wide, triumphant grin, you turned your gaze toward the sideline once more. The vibrant energy around you was palpable, and your eyes locked with Lena's across the field, a connection forged amid the exhilarating chaos of the performance.

The stadium lights still burned bright long after the game had ended in a tense draw, the buzz of excitement still lingering in the air. You and your teammates lingered along the sidelines, feeling the residual adrenaline still coursing through your veins. But now, with the game over, you found yourself feeling oddly restless as you interacted with the young girls in the stands, helping them take photos with their fellow football idols.

Your eyes wandered across the field, where the German players were cooling down, stretching, and exchanging jerseys with their American counterparts. Among them was her, the striking brunette midfielder who had been impossible to ignore during the match. You had noticed Lena the moment she stepped onto the field, the fierce focus and effortless control of the ball captivating in a way that you hadn’t expected. And when she caught Lena watching the halftime performance, you felt something shift.

Lena, too, had felt it.

She was still replaying the halftime show in her head, the pounding rhythm of Thunderstruck echoing in her ears. German football culture was all about discipline and rigour, but what she witnessed was pure fire. And it fascinated her.

As Lena pulled off her sweat-drenched jersey and wiped her face with it, she spotted you standing by the tunnel, chatting with your teammates but glancing her way now and then. Summoning her courage, Lena handed her jersey off and made her way across the field.

Your stomach flipped when you realised Lena was heading your way, tall and athletic, her dark hair tousled from the game. You played it cool, offering a bright smile as Lena approached. “Nice performance,” Lena said in her slightly accented English, her lips curling into an easy, lopsided grin. “I didn't know football had…entertainment like that.”

You twirled a pom-pom absentmindedly as you laughed. “Well, soccer, not usually. But we like to put on a show here in Texas. Gotta give the fans something to cheer for, right?”

“But you were amazing out there. I’ve never seen someone control the game like you do.” You nudged her, pom-pom crinkling in hand.

Lena’s cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked down, kicking at the turf. “Thanks,” she said softly, “but I think you might have beat me in the whole crowd control department.”

“Guess we both have our talents.” You winked.

There was a moment of silence, not awkward but filled with the weight of something new and intriguing. You shifted in your boots, then glanced towards the tunnel, hearing your directors call your name as well as Lena’s teammates calling out for her.

As you glanced back at Lena, a sense of urgency reflected in her captivating gaze. “Well, Lena, it was a pleasure meeting you,” you said, your voice tinged with a mix of warmth and urgency. “I hope you had a wonderful time in Dallas. Safe travels!” There was a sparkle in your eyes as you took one last look at her, committing her features to memory before you turned and jogged off toward your waiting coworkers, the lively chatter of the group drawing you back into the moment.

Before Lena could find the words to respond, you had already turned away, your footsteps quickening as you joined your teammates. The air between you felt heavy with unspoken feelings, and she let out a soft sigh, trying to suppress the flicker of disappointment that threatened to surface. Yet, deep down, she vowed to herself that this wouldn’t be the last time your paths crossed.

You left your locker room cladded in your Cowboys sweats, boots clicking across the vinyl floor, on the hunt for the bathroom, using it as an excuse to get away from your prying teammates who questioned what happened between you and “that German girl.”

Turning a corner, you begin to hear the chatter of the German team, playful shrieks being thrown as you saw them file out of their locker room, you stood against the wall as the players walked past you, exchanging thank yous and goodbyes. Your eyes searched for Lena as she left the room, laughing with one of her teammates.

Her eyes lit up as she met yours, standing adjacent to you on the wall to allow her team to walk in front of the two of you. A couple of the ladies patted her shoulder with knowing glances as they walked past.

She appeared vibrant and youthful, her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue that contrasted beautifully with her smooth complexion. Her hair was styled in a bun, showcasing the delicate contours of her face. “I knew you’d find me,” you teased with a smile, the words playful and light. As you both strolled side by side, each slow step felt deliberate, as if you were trying to savour every moment and stretch out the time spent together.

“Couldn’t help myself,” Lena said with a nonchalant shrug, her eyes darting momentarily away as a palpable silence settled between them. She hesitated, her fingers nervously twisting the strap of her bag, a subtle sign of her apprehension. A flicker of uncertainty crossed her face, as if weighing her next words carefully in the stillness.

“So, listen,” she said with an easy smile, “we’re having a little after-party tonight. Some of the team rented out a place downtown. You should come.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you halted your steps. For a moment, idea of letting loose, spending more time with Lena, and stepping outside the tight bubble of her DCC world was intoxicating. But then reality set in like a bucket of cold water.

The Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders had strict rules about fraternisation with players, whether football or otherwise. No dating, no hanging out, no exceptions. Even though Lena wasn’t an NFL player, you knew it was a grey area that could get you in serious trouble. You had worked too hard to get here, sacrificed too much to risk it all for a night of fun—no matter how tempting Lena’s invitation was.

“I’d love to, really.” You bit your lip, as Lena’s eyes lit up. “But we have some…rules.” you said carefully, fiddling with the sleeves of your sweatshirt. “Cheerleaders and players aren’t really supposed to hang out.”

Lena raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Even when it’s not your team?”

“Even then,” you sighed. “It’s a whole image thing. They want us to be, you know, untouchable or something.” You bounced your leg anxiously.

The tall brunette frowned, leaning in slightly. “That’s ridiculous,” she said, a hint of defiance in her voice. “We’re just people. It’s not like I’m asking you to break the law.”

You let out a small chuckle. “Try telling that to my directors. They’d have me benched for the rest of the season.”

Lena studied your face for a moment, then shrugged with a playful grin. “Okay. So, what if I promise to keep my distance? I mean, we could pretend I’m just a fan. I’ll even act starstruck if it helps.”

“You? Starstruck?” You couldn’t help but laugh “I’d love to see that.”

“Then come. Just for an hour.” Lena tilted her head, eyes twinkling. “I promise no one will even know we’re there together.”

You hesitated, torn between your cautious instincts and the undeniable pull towards Lena. Breaking the rules, even bending them, could cost you everything you had worked for. But then you looked at Lena, at the way she stood there, so open, so genuine—and something inside you whispered, take the chance.

[igglemouse]

Frida wasn't the only one taking it easy today. Elsewhere, two people sharing familiar with her were having more of a connection and relaxing, together. Sara and Simón had found each other by chance, as often happens, and since that fortunate meeting they had hit it off incredibly well.

Living next door to each other certainly helped and that short distance allowed Sara to wander over to Simón's place and enjoy the comfort of his companionship and the playful company of his dog or not dog. That was what pulled her to him int he first place, the love he showed some random stray canine was a love she was envious for.

Their time together was nothing too exciting as it usually consisted of lounging around and watching TV, although lately the old picture box had become more background noise than anything else.

"There really is nothing on TV these days," Simone sighed, his eyes drifting away from the screen and slightly more towards her.

"Maybe you are just picky," Sara teased and nudged him playfully in the ribs.

"Or maybe I am just spoiled," he replied, turning his look fully on her now. A look that Sara had quickly grown familiar with, one of raw desire and hunger. Of genuine need. She cherished that, he made her feel wanted in ways she had never felt before, the first man in her life to truly look at her like that. The look would turn into more action as he made his way over to her, cornering her on the couch.

"I never thought I'd have anything to give to spoil anyone," her voice was soft this time, leaving space for the compliment she knew was coming because he always threw one her way when she most needed it. This time though his response would surprise her.

"You always have silly thoughts, you know?" he murmurs, almost as if he's slightly annoyed but the smile on his face let her know it was fine. It was always fine with him. "There's no one I'd rather have than you... There is no one I'd rather have than you..."

Maybe that was a truth or maybe it wasn't. Simón wasn't sure himself. The truth was, there was someone else, someone before her, someone he would die for, someone he would kill for, someone that unbeknownst to him, and Sara, that they both knew pretty well. Frida had been special to him and she lingered in a way that was hard to move on from. You don't simply get over people you've loved but sometimes finding someone new can fill the empty hole, even if it can't completely fill it, it's better half-way filled rather than leaving an empty void....

Frida Varela Index

[gryficowa]

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[cjwelford-archive]

He didn’t really know how to react when Sara reached out to squeeze his face. It wasn’t a move he would ever consider doing with anyone outside of his nieces, and even then, maybe now only Lydia who was still a little kid — no one touched thirteen-year-old Everly and made it out alive. So instead, he just offered Sara an awkward smile. “I was like, sat over there. I wasn’t really rooting for anyone, I think one of Seb’s friends is currently on the batting team so maybe them?” It was whatever to CJ, the money went to a good cause and it wasn’t necessarily a competitive game.

@sarayoon

"And that was my lame attempt to crack a joke." Still, she chuckled, because, if Sara wasn't going to laugh at her own silliness, who would? Definitely not other people. "But I'll take you up on that invitation though. I miss that pretty face of yours." She reached up, gently cupping his face in between her hands and giving it a little squeeze. As the crowd cheered again, Sara noticed her son and ex-husband cheering among the happy faces, so, if she continued standing where she was, she might end up being spotted. "Yes, let's go sit down! Tell me all the things, starting by who are you rooting for?" / @cjwelford

[best-enemies]

I've reached season 5 on my CSI rewatch and I'm a few episodes past "Swap Meet", where a woman is murdered after attending a swing party with other couples from the neighbourhood. Near the end of the episode there's a moment that made me jump from my seat:

(Grissom walks up to Sara and takes the seat next to her. He's holding two cups. He hands her a cup of tea.)

[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - BRASS' OFFICE]

Erin Brady: Everybody fantasizes about other people. (She glances at Grissom.)

Even you, Mr. Grissom. A neighbor, a friend ... girl at the office.

[INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - HALLWAY]

(The door opens. Paul Brady walks out of the hallway. Erin Brady walks out into the hallway. Sara is sitting in the hallway chair watching them. She watches as they meet and kiss.)

(Grissom walks up to Sara and takes the seat next to her. He's holding two culps. He hands her a cup of tea.)

LIKE!!!!!!!

Right after Erin ends her sentence with 'girl at the office', the first time Sara and Grissom meet again, he brings her tea. This might be an innocent interaction but to me it seemed like a nod to this relationship they have where both are into each other, know about the other's feelings, but can't/won't do anything about it (although Sara has kind of given Grissom an ultimatum). I don't know if it was intentional - I'm guessing it is, because I picked it up immediately. I might or might not have squealed in delight.

[nonogalego]

vim trazer uns pontos curiosos sobre noel e sara pra fofoca:

depois que o donovan nasceu eles iam mudar pra NY e o Noel disse que tava super empolgado e ele conta no podcast do matt que ela ter engravidado do sonny fez os planos mudarem e eles continuarem em londres pra sara ter suporte da familia durante a gravidez e tem claramente um ressentimento ai, ele conta suspirando essa parte ele deixa claro que o sonny nao foi planejado e ele n queria continuar em londres (me fez pensar se a sara engravidou de proposito pq ela n queria mudar)

outro ponto, noel sempre foi defensivo com a sara fazendo piadas sobre ele, isso desde antes o donovan nascer se pegar os programas antigos de radio do russel brand (tem varios no youtube), tem varios pequenos momentos que mostra que o noel sempre foi passivo no relacionamento ele gosta de parecer que manda e tal, mas a sara sempre esteve no controle e isso aparentemente sempre fez parte da dinamica deles a palavra que ele usa pra descrever é ''sara likes to belittling me'' e ele tem o padrao de revidar sempre falando das fans jovens com peitos grandes atras dele, ele sempre enfatiza o "jovem" quando fala dessas coisas e esse padrao continuou ate no podcast do matt, ou seja, dinamica de decadas

outra coisa que ele ativamente reclamava da sara é como ela tava sempre no fucking celular e que era impossivel comunicar com ela e quando ela tava com o grupinho de amigas dela, ele n era bem vindo ou ficava se sentindo por fora

em outro o matt lembra uma historia de quando estavam num bar com o noel e a sara e outras pessoas, e um dos caras segurou a mao da sara e falou: sua mao é mto aspera, se vc fosse minha mulher vc n trabalharia nenhum dia e o noel cagou pra isso e so ficou rindo

tem outro de uma noite no bar com o matt tb que a sara quebrou o mao e o noel e matt ficaram fazendo piada e rindo no taxi pro hospital e ela ficou puta e dai a sara falou que nao queria mais sair com o matt, tudo bem o noel continuar a amizade, mas ela nao queria mais inclsuive em outro ep o matt diz que iria acampar no quintal do noel e noel na hora fala que a sara nunca ia permitir o matt na casa deles, mas ele poderia ir quando ela n estivesse la

por algum motivo matt e noel começam a falar sobre o sabor/cheiro de semen, noel disse que nunca sentiu o sabor/cheiro de semen, dai matt fala que é impossivel pq no sexo acontece se ela fizer oral e vc beijar a mulher vc vai sentir, e o noel disse q não e agiu como se o matt fosse maluco, tipo, indignado com a possibilidade de sentir o proprio semen

em 2021 noel menciona como a sara e as crianças n estavam mais aguentando ele em casa e q eles estavam implorando pro noel voltar a beber, pra ele ficar mais toleravel (me deu a impressao de alcoolatra dando desculpas, tipo, viu sou melhor bebado)

tem um mais recente que o noel muda pra casa dele depois do divorcio e que estava empolgado em comprar moveis e etc e fala que o senso de decoração da sara era terrivel

ele se indentifca muito com os poemas de rimbaud (pos divorcio tb)

pra finalizar, um sobre o donovan (quando ele tinha uns 15/16): noel conta que o donovan é melancolico e sempre que entram em aviao ou helicoptero ele traz a tona que pode cair e o noel sempre fica: pq vc ta pensando nisso, qual seu problema????? é isso por hoje, tchau

MEU DEUS, É COMBO DE FOFOCAAA! OBRIGADAAA!

O Noel sempre foi anti-USA, porque ele queria morar em New York?

Pode ser, mas pode só ter sido acidental a concepção do Sonny. Essa não sei dizer se ela fez de propósito ou não.

Esse outro ponto eu já tinha notado! Ela sempre foi a dominante na relação. Eu acho que Noel deve achar confortável a mulher tomar conta dos aspectos da vida pessoal dele, por preguiça mesmo. Mas Sara também era arrogante e jogava isso na cara dele (e pior, os amigos chamavam atenção disso, o que feria mais o ego do Noel). Isso do Noel falar e ser visto com mulheres jovens e bonitas como vingança contra a Sara é muito real, já vi esse comportamento dele outras vezes! Interessante notar que eles tinham uma dinâmica tóxica em parte.

Isso do Noel demandar atenção é real também, se ele notar o mínimo de desprezo ou indiferença da mulher que ele está ele passa a perder o interesse, não importando se ela não está em um bom momento ou ocupada, se ele não estiver satisfeito nada mais parece importar, em relação a ter atenção (eu acho esse traço do Noel muito tóxico).

Sara com mãos ásperas? Eu sabia que ela cozinhava, mas também limpava a casa toda? Impossível ela limpar uma mansão sozinha, então acho que não, acho que era só pela culinária (e acho que Noel se mostrou indiferente pra não demonstrar ciúmes).

Eu ficaria puta também kkkkkkkkkk Impressão minha, ou o Matt não gostava da Sara também?

Esse papo de semen é meio inusitado, e claramente é um assunto constrangedor pro Noel, mas o que o Matt disse é bem real pra ambos os lados (quem transa sabe e não vou me fazer de inocente aqui kkkkkkkkk). Então Noel tem nojinho de beijar depois do oral? hmmm

Em 2020/2021 parecia que ele ia explodir por qualquer coisa! Não me surpreende uma fala dessas.

Amigx, só ver como Noel decorou Supernova Heights pra saber que ele iria odiar a decoração de uma moça de classe média da Escócia kkkkkk quando ele disse que estava mobilhando com móveis e estética dos anos 70 já senti isso. Imagina como deve ser a casa do Noel agora? Bem estética de Pai-divorciado-core kkkkk

E só dele tá lendo poemas de divórcio já mostra que ele ainda tá muito afetado pela Sara ter deixado ele kkkkkk acho que ele não imaginava que ela iria embora depois dos 50 anos e de 20 anos com ele...

Eu tenho pena do Dony, sério, ele parece ser incompreendido pelos pais e Noel não tem filtro (já deve ter dito poucas e boas pra ele), o Donovan deve se sentir meio "fracassado" por não atingir as expectativas dos pais, principalmente do Noel, e isso parece piorar o psicológico dele...

[chestofwonders]

Umbridge estaba sintiéndose completamente superior en este momento, disfrutando de la confusión de Sorcha. Con su tono condescendiente y falso dulzón, dejando en claro que la considera ridícula se dirigió a ella – Oh, cielos… – canturreó, llevándose una mano al pecho como si estuviera genuinamente conmovida por la escena frente a ella – Qué adorablemente… preocupante – sus ojos brillaban con diversión mal disimulada mientras observaba a la muchacha revisar la dichosa libreta – No, querida, no han escapado tus… encantadores protegidos – no escondió su desagrado hacia ellos – Pero es fascinante ver cómo tu primera reacción fue asumir un desastre. Es revelador, ¿no crees? – rió suavemente, inclinándose apenas hacia ella, con su sonrisa exageradamente dulce – Y dime… ¿eres así de organizada con todo en tu vida? Porque, si es el caso, ahora entiendo muchas cosas. Como que estés aquí en este día tan especial para tantos – el veneno era evidente en su voz dejando claro su desprecio sin decirlo directamente, burlándose de ella y queriendo hacer dudar de sí misma a Sorcha.

"¿Me estás diciendo que realmente no tienes ningún lugar mejor en el que estar hoy?"

"¿Por... qué...?" La muchacha rápidamente entró en un estado de nerviosismo... o al menos, se puso más nerviosa de lo que ya estaba de por sí. "Hoy tenía el día libre, creo... ¡No! Estoy segura. ¡Sí! Me lo apunto siempre... en esta libreta...", añadió, sacando dicho objeto para revisar bien sus cálculos. Efectivamente, hoy no tenía que ir a trabajar. Pero seguía sin entender las palabras ajenas. "¿Ha pasado algo en las celdas? ¿Han escapado los troles? ¿¡Sabes algo?!" ( ༄ para dolores / @chestofwonders )

[superthatguy62]

Things Final Fantasy III does not tell you about Final Fantasy III.

When it comes to RPGs, information that the player has is far from a guarantee. Some games will tell players practically everything about their systems and leave it to the player to use that information. Others will leave some mechanics in the background, quietly applying them without the player's knowledge. The Final Fantasy III remake falls into the latter category, as there are some mechanics that the player may not realize even exist unless they look outside of the game. Here are seven of them.

This is based on the Future Press Official Strategy Guide. As far as SGs go, it seems pretty close to the Japanese SE guide (baring at least one case).

Party Member Levels (Life of the Party)

While temporary party aren't directly controllable, they seem to have their own levels and stats. Interestingly the Future Press strategy guide states that they also have stats. Though I should clarify: At this time, I have yet to find these in the Japanese strategy guide, so I am not entirely sure that these are accurate. However, the FP guide in general is close to the Japanese guide in terms of technical information, so I am willing to accept that risk.

These are:

Sara: Lv 5 (Str/Vit/Agi/Min: 6, Int: 7)

Cid: Lv 3 (Str/Agi: 5, Vit/Int/Min: 8)

Desch: Lv 10 (Str: 15, Vit: 10, Agi: 14, Int: 7, Min: 6

Aria: Lv 25 (All: 25)

Alus: Lv 30 (All: 35)

Doga/Unei: Lv 50 (All: 45)

Some observations:

The guide notes that the characters stats are usually significantly higher than the main characters' at the same levels. This is especially noticeable with Alus (The party's base stats, by compare, will be: Str/Agi: 24, Vit/Min/Int: 20)

Cid is the only party member to be weaker than the character before him (Sara), presumably due to how little time the party spends with him. He does have an impressively strong hammer, though.

Despite being portrayed as a White Mage, Sara's Int (7) is slightly higher than her Min (6).

It seems that after Desch, the devs kinda gave up with making varied stats, so Aria, Alus, Doga and Unei have the same number for all their stats.

Coincidence or otherwise, Aria's stat number also matches her level.

Doga and Unei share the same levels and stats as each other, a distinction no other party member has. For extra fun, Xande is also level 50, although his actual stats are unfortunately but understandably different.

Alus, a 10 year old boy is somehow twice as strong as Desch, a grown man.

Mognet Details (Stampin' N Stompin')

Most of Mognet's discussion usually begins and ends with it being connected to the sidequests. Because of this, there are a few features of Mognet that go undernoticed.

One particular aspect is the cards: For meeting the Legendary Smith with a mastered job and defeating the Iron Giant, the party can get cards signifying their mastery.

(I have yet to defeat the Iron Giant. I apologize for being a fraud).

In the PSP and Steam versions, these cards are mostly just rewards. In the DS version, however, they can be used as stamps for Mognet. And while the Iron Giant is purely to flaunt your superiority over the beast, the job mastery cards actually allow players to help out other players: If a player holding a signed letter runs into the Legendary Smith, she will give the player the respective job mastery item without having a level 99 job. While it doesn't break the game, due to how late it is before you can encounter the Smith, it does cut down on the grind you'd need if you wanted those items.

Encounter Frequency (Fights in the A.M. P.M. F.M.)

In Octopath Traveler, a later game by Team Asano, entering a new location will usually show you a danger level, giving you a general idea of how strong the enemies in that area are. While the mechanic is visible in OT, it was actually deployed discreetly in Final Fantasy III: Each area has a level that the guides recommend the player be at. However, the game itself uses a more subtle method: If your party is below the recommended level, the encounter rate will be higher than usual. By contrast, the further above the recommended level that the party is (up to six levels), the lower the encounter rate will be.

For example: The Nepto Shrine has a Danger Level of 10. If the party made it to the Shrine at level 7, then they will likely encounter more enemies than they would at level 10. By contrast, at level 16, they will have a chance at encountering the least amount of enemies.

Attack Types (SMASH! SLASH! STAB!)

In Final Fantasy III, elemental weaknesses are clear and easily implied by the fact that Mages have themed spells. However, the game also has a second, subtle weakness system: Attack Types, the physical counterpart.

The four attack types are

Unhanded: Despite the name, Claws are also included

Blow: Weapons that focus on slamming or bludgeoning the foe

Cut: Weapons that actually cut the foe, like Swords

Stab: Weapons that stab or have a stab-like effect, like Arrows

Interestingly, some weapons aren't mutually exclusive: Axes count for both blows and cuts, Knives count for both stabs and cuts and Unarmed counts for both Unhanded and Blow.

Hands (The Hands of Fate)

The Hand stat is a secret stat that the game silently keeps track of for each character. The hand stat represents how many times a physical attack has been made with a particular hand, the hand getting 3 XP for each use. Much like job levels only one hand level can be gained per battle, regardless of how many points are racked up. Theoretically, if you can have hands of different levels, although given how much III encourages dual-wielding, it's unlikely.

The FP guide recommends using the Ranger's barrage if you want to build up the hand stat, as that is a multi-hit attack that nonetheless counts each hit for the hand.

Weight (The Weight of the World)

Weight is not a new mechanic to Final Fantasy. Final Fantasy V, in particular has the stat help to determine who quickly a character acts (i.e. how fast the ATB bar fills up). However, V is the rare game where the game will actively inform the player of its existence. Other games in the series have it, including III (at least, in the remake).

Weight, along with Agility, determines how soon a character will act during the turn, as well as how many hits a character does (alongside the aforementioned Hand stat). This is why a Warrior with an axe will generally hit less than a Warrior with a sword, despite having higher attack. Interestingly magic also has weight to it with spells having a specific weight/cast time to it.

Boss Scripts (Script Write)

Bosses changing strategy mid-fight has been a Final Fantasy staple since at least Final Fantasy IV (Zeromus, for example, only starts to spam Meteo when he's close to dying), so the FF3 remake isn't particularly new or original for using this. Still, it's something to be aware of in case you make a particular fight harder than it needs to be.

A likely candidate for this is actually the final boss: While the Cloud of Darkness uses Particle Beam (and spams it during the last phase), it actually doesn't use the move until it's down to 80% of its HP, using the less threatening standard attack instead. This means that a player willing to take some turns to lower the danger can focus on the tentacles, which are the more immediate threat.

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Too Sweet - Chapter 6: Fermentation

The next morning at the apartment was a bit awkward. Questions flooded my mind. Did I really ask her to kiss me? And now what? My head is pounding so much, but the way she took me in her arms, it was so Ellie-like, I'm screwed. I slept in the guest room, the bed softer than mine. I'll ask her where she got it. I got up and headed to the bathroom. There were small tubes of toothpaste and disposable toothbrushes. Ellie was very prepared for visitors.

The smell of fresh coffee was practically making me float to her kitchen, where she was comfortable in sweatpants and a tank top from a rock band, her hair slightly damp and slicked back. She looked beautiful.

"Good morning, Els," I greeted myself, sitting on one of the stools and admiring her. Ellie turned around with a smile and came to me

. "Good morning, Sweetie, may I?" She asked, holding my face gently. I nodded, and she kissed me. Much softer and sweeter than yesterday's make-out session, but it was good nonetheless. "I'm making coffee, I know you prefer something sweeter, lucky for me the coffee maker can do various types of things," she laughed, returning to her activities.

Breakfast with Ellie was so natural and familiar, between conversations and smiles, that it seemed like we did it every day. I spent a few more hours with her and then went home. Sara wanted to go out for a walk this afternoon, it's been a while since the last time we went out together. We decided to go to an immersive Monet exhibition, with 360-degree projections and a wonderful soundtrack. I took several photos and sent some to Ellie.

"You two are quite close, aren't you?" Sara suggested with a gentle tone. I looked at her, and she pointed to my phone. "I was a bit apprehensive when I thought you two might not get along, I'm glad it turned out to be the total opposite," we were sitting in a diner now.

"I find it hard not to like Ellie," I smiled at the waitress who came to bring our orders.

" Well, that's true, but it can become a problem when you fall in love with her," Sara said, now serious. I looked at her, trying to understand what she meant. "Ellie is amazing when she's in love, but she has a collection of ex-girlfriends. I know it's hard to resist her, but I hope that if by chance you two end up together, it'll be more enduring. You two mean a lot to me," she took my hand and looked into my eyes with great affection.

"Even if things aren't long-lasting with Ellie, I'll never stop being your friend," I told her with all the sincerity in the world.

She smiled mischievously, "So, are you two having something?"

I blushed. "We kissed last night and spent the morning together. I'm not going to label it; I don't even know if it will continue," I replied honestly.

To my happiness, things really flowed. The meetings that initially were exclusively for wedding preparations turned into precious moments for us, filled with kisses and hugs. Visits to vendors became more than that, full of laughter and varied conversations. Being with Ellie is incredible.

Today we're going to a wine tasting, Ellie invited me a few weeks ago. I got dressed as best as I could, chose a black dress, heels, and did a more elaborate makeup. Ellie, as always, looked impeccable, gave me a peck on the cheek, and we headed to the tasting.

"They usually start serving from the lighter ones to the fuller-bodied ones," Ellie said while holding a glass of white wine, her other hand resting gently on the small of my back.

It was a fascinating journey through the different flavors and aromas that the world of wines has to offer. We started with Sauvignon Blanc and Riesling, and that explosion of freshness and fruitiness was like an irresistible invitation to what was to come.

As we moved on to the reds, each glass revealed a new dimension of sensory pleasure. The Cabernet Sauvignon with its dark fruits and oak notes, the Malbec with its unique combination of fruits and earth, the Syrah with its complex interplay of flavors that awakened my palate, and the Tempranillo, a delightful dance of red and dark fruits, spiced with oak and earthy tones.

Ellie's presence by my side certainly made the experience even more special. Her knowledge and enthusiasm for wine added layers of appreciation with each sip.

After the tasting, Ellie smiled and said, "I think we found some really incredible wines today, don't you think? It was a wonderful experience to share it with you. I loved seeing how you engaged with the different flavors and aromas."

"It was all so amazing, Ellie. Thank you for inviting me," I smiled at her, and she gave me a peck on the cheek. We went for a walk afterwards; the night was quite cool, and there were many stars. The tasting took place at a winery, and the landscape was beautiful with several vineyards.

"I think we're quite similar to the wine production process, you know," Ellie's tone was gentle. "We've spent several weeks together, gradually harvesting our feelings."

"We might be in the fermentation stage, I guess," she chuckled.

Ellie really has a poetic way of seeing things, doesn't she? Her comparison between the wine production process and our journey together is so insightful and touching. It's true, over the weeks we've spent together, we've experienced moments that are like ripe grapes, ready to be harvested and transformed into precious memories and feelings.

And when she mentioned that we're in the fermentation stage, it was as if she recognized the process of growth and transformation we're experiencing. Just like wine, we're developing, allowing our experiences to blend and evolve into something even richer and more complex. It's a beautiful metaphor for our journey together.

As we walked through the vineyards under the gentle glow of the stars, I felt a sense of serenity and connection with Ellie, as if we were truly aligned in our feelings and thoughts. It's a moment to appreciate not only the beauty around us but also the depth and richness of our own journey. And I couldn't be more grateful to share this with Ellie by my side.

As we walked through the vineyards, enveloped in the magical atmosphere of the night, the tension between us was palpable. Every glance, every touch, seemed to carry a pulsating electricity, heightening the anticipation of what was to come.

Suddenly, Ellie stopped and turned to me, her eyes burning with desire meeting mine with an intensity that made my heart race. She didn't say a word, but her gaze spoke volumes, conveying all the longing and passion burning within her.

Without hesitation, I surrendered to the moment, allowing myself to be pulled closer to her. Our bodies drew near, every inch of space between us vanishing in an instant. I could feel Ellie's breath against my skin, warm and uneven, echoing my own excitement.

Then, in a bold and impulsive move, Ellie captured my lips in a fiery and passionate kiss. It was as if a flame had been ignited within me, consuming me with overwhelming intensity. Every touch, every caress, was a promise of uncontrollable desire and complete surrender.

The world around us disappeared, leaving only the two of us immersed in the fiery passion that consumed us. Under the starry canopy of the vineyards, we surrendered to the heat of the moment, lost in the whirlwind of emotions and sensations that could only be found in each other's arms.

"Sweetie, you always have the best taste," Ellie whispered, her words filled with affection and admiration.

[bestiariet]

Inte helt givet hur alla dessa varelser ska kategoriseras, men kommer man till Stockholms Internationella Seriefestival på Kulturhuset Stadsteatern vid Sergels torg nu på lördag och söndag, får man kanske en chans att studera dem närmre.

Vid ett av borden på festivalen hittas i alla fall några människor som varit inblandade i Svenska Superserier eller Buster och Sara. Och så @ensomheterjohan som varit väldigt inblandad i både SSS och B&S. Och inte minst i Doktor van Schoonbergs bestiarium.

Årets snyckra festivalbild som syns här är för övrigt gjord av Iris Hautaniemi.

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Some extra thoughts...

I have some random extra details I would like to talk about that aren’t worth a blog post each, so here are some fun little details that I have been thinking about!

INT vs EXT

An interesting aspect of the script and the location was the contrast between the vast beautiful expanse of the outdoors and the cramped closeness of the caravan. One of the main reasons for suggesting to Katie that we set the film on a group holiday was because of this ‘trapped together’ sense that is created when you are away with your friends, and I really want to lean into this. There should be a distinct contrast between this feeling of freedom and openness and this crushing close proximity. This also comes into play with the confrontation scene being set in the woods.

The best way to describe this in terms of scenes is that as the night grows slightly darker in tone, and then after the assault happens, we move from exterior to interior locations, trapping Phoebe. We then move to the forest for the confrontation scene. This resembles Phoebe’s attempt to escape back to the freedom from before, however she cannot do this until she has faced Harry and let her hurt be known to him. She then has to face Sara inside the caravan once more before she can reach the true freedom of the loch, where we return to wider shots and vast spaces.

Shifting from Memory to Reality

Something I want to explore in Saint Catherines is how to effectively shift quite drastically in tone, whilst keeping a consistent style. I see the film in two halves, pre-assault and post-assault. Pre-assault, the film should have a memory-like feel to it, specifically Scene 2 and 3. There should be an almost dream-like quality to the free-flowing nature of these scenes. They should not be linear, and should just be montages of individual moments, in the same wat one remembers fond holiday memories. The colours should be warmer and more saturated, and the sounds should follow the edit in their free-flowing nature and fast paced fullness.

The shift in tone should he felt at first between Scene 3 and 4, but only slightly, and should be felt strongly between 4 and 5. Scene 4 is when the film follows a more linear pattern again, and lighting should return to a less saturated ‘normal’, and the sound should level out and calm down, focusing more on specifics. Scene 5 will complete the tonal shift by being just one shot of an isolated Phoebe, surrounded by silence and darkness. This move over these few scenes from fast paced energy and fun to a single quiet shot should hopefully communicate to the audience where the film is going from this point on.

To keep a consistent style, I plan on ensuring that the film still has a naturalistic feel to it, primarily through having every shot handheld. Through the cinematography remaining consistent, it allows for a drastic shift in tone without losing the primary style of the film.

Also, the help me visualise this idea of memory, I looked through my own photos of fun times with my friends to create a sort of 'vibes folder'. It was more of just a fun way to wast time but oh well!

360-Degree Set

I was listening to an interview with Mia McKenna Bruce talking about her experiences filming How to Have Sex (our fave inspiration film) and she mentioned a concept I hadn’t really heard of before: a 360-degree set. She explained that a lot of the rooms and spaces the girls were in were fully dressed sets, with props and things to interact with hidden in cupboards and placed all over the set. This meant during takes, the actors could interact with any part of the room that felt natural. There was mascara wands in the drawers, empty noodle pots in the sink. I loved this idea, and thought it would be great to try and incorporate into Saint Catherines to aid the actors with their performances. Lucky for us, the caravan we are filming in is already full of stuff for us to use, it is a natural 360-degree set!

( the 360-degree set in use)

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Dose Clove have a favorite item in her clutter?

Its a pair of a very tiny half filled out toddler doodled notebook with a few free pages left in the back. and a glitter gel pen. she used to write things down int the note book. it felt nice to get words on papers and to express her feelings. it felt....familiar . and the glitter in the gel pen was a nice touch to it all.

Sara caught her and baned any other form of writing utensils or paper related things in the clutter. She said she would keep them on her desk for later use. or that she knew who they belonged to.