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car-lozsigns · 8 months

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A few minutes more (Pt19)

Synopsis: You and Carlos had crossed paths more than you thought was possible over a short weekend but time was not on your side. A love story that’s about the slow burn and companionship built connection, and how sometimes right place wrong time is the best of the available options

Author Note: I'm back after a break from writing. Part 19 and 20 have been in draft for ages but here the first one is below. Thank you for your patience and hope you enjoy <3

Length:~4.8k

Warnings: Quarantine and covid mention

Previous parts: Link to Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18

Part 19

Quarantine in the UK was much less fun than your time in Spain. Carlos’ home was an apartment not unlike your own, out of the way of the city centre but not quiet rural. It wasn’t much bigger than your own with an extremely small second room that Carlos had converted to a home gym. It was very apparent that this space was not lived in, majority of its contents were work related, logos strewn across everything. It has a very unloved and borderline desolate feeling to it.

Carlos closed the door behind him, sighed knowing that this was going to be more uncomfortable than he wanted. His apartment did not have access to his own courtyard or communal one and in order to meet both the teams and governments requirements , neither of you were allowed outside unless it was private space.

You hadn’t bothered stopping past your apartment when you both landed, Carlos’ place being, one closer to the airport, and two you had already purchased anything you might have needed whilst staying at the Sainz’s.

Dropping both your bags inside and closing the door behind you, you both tried to steel yourself for the next two weeks.

Both you and Carlos feel into a similar routine, except this time both of your days were work filled, as if you were both working regular jobs, majority of your time spent on your computers. You had claimed a corner of Carlos’ kitchen as your work spot, getting primo position as you had the most conventional job of the two. But both tried to alternate where you worked as days passed. You were conscious of Carlos appearing in your background of your calls which resulted in a few doggedly tilted camera angles and experimenting with the default backdrop setting when you heard his shuffling in from the other end of the apartment to see if you were free to distract him from his boredom.

It also turned out that he was quite a loud worker with all of his meeting broken up with impassioned burst either from one of his team or himself inputting their thoughts on whatever they were discussing. Hearing how much Carlos enjoyed his work couldn’t help but make you reflect on your own situation. You had always thought you enjoyed what you did. You had not dreaded waking up and working since moving to the UK but hearing how well Carlos got on with his colleagues made you reconsider. Even prior to covid the tone was much more subdued. You had an amazing boss but never were the conversations in that friendly tone that transcended work civility. It was always clipped at the opportunity for too much personal information shared. You had unintentionally curated your personality to suit this while at work, and one afternoon with Carlos walking into the kitchen laughing away at something about something said on his phone made you realise you had never laughed that deeply while at work. You tried to push this aside but instead of focusing on your screen whenever Carlos roamed around the apartment you found yourself distracted and wishing you had what he had.

Carlos had noticed you watching him and liked the attention so slowly reduced him stepping into a separate room when a team call happened, passing it off as pacing through the call to help his fidgeting through the often hour long team meetings.

Not that you realised his change in schedule trying to be more visibly present during the working hours. What did garner your conscious attention was when Carlos mixed up his workout by doing his circuit in the living room, in full view if you looked in the mirrored tinting of the apartment windows.

It wasn’t until it happened in a team call when he had finished his session and moved to splash his face with water at the kitchen sink in front of you that you pieced together that it was all for his benefit and to boost his ego. Carlos’ will power was weaker than yours but you both had agreed to let your personal lives stay private for now, not letting them interact with your professional ones, at least where there was a video call.

Day 8 of quarantine was when news came in from the teams changing your plans about career separation. Carlos had been sent the additional contracts received from the FIA for Carlos to sign. Each of these had been printed out and placed in a thick white envelope dropped off with Carlos’ mail. These new forms were on top of his pre-existing McLaren contract and included race specific information all participants had to abide by in order to be allowed to race. Carlos had mentioned that this was the case for a few of the tracks in the past, but based on the size of the envelope it appeared all seemed to adopt this additional security policy in response to the pandemic.

Carlos was flicking through them one evening while you were reading next to him, where the quicker shuffling of papers grabbed your attention. Carlos was flipping between each of the contracts seemingly trying to find something in each. As he placed the last of the papers down, you asked him what was wrong. “The contracts, they’ve changed since I last spoke with the team about it” you had known these would be required, you’d overhead, it was hard not to eavesdrop when Carlos was on the phone. “What’s changed in them?” Carlos looked at you, stressed. “Some tracks won’t allow anyone to be present aside from essential personnel.” He pulled out some that he had separated from the pile

“July, August those races have no attendance” he spoke more to himself, “the races after then don’t have the same clause in the contracts barring personal team members”

You stood up to find where you had drawn out the rough calendar on the flight home, finding it and flattening it against your thigh as you sat back down.

“So the earliest one I might be able to be there with you is middle September, Tuscan Gran Prix.” Carlos looked over at you sadly in response. “At least I can see you race in Italy, that’d pretty cool”. But you couldn’t hide the disappointment in your voice.

Your plans were thwarted, September was months away still, it seemed an impossible barrier. The clause that had been placed in the contracts were dependent upon local authority directives. They had the power to change these requirements however the timing of which was unknown. You read through them and a few other clauses had been added, blanket in all, one regarding no public attendance, onsite quarantine procedures and even specific processes that had to be following when travelling between tracks.

The tension hang heavy in the air for the rest of the evening, making you long to be back at the Sainz’ home walking off the headache that had formed. Laying next to Carlos that evening he held you tightly trying to soothe you with gentle rubbing of his thumb across your shoulders. You slowly fell into a doze knowing that at least for now, you were safe in the arms of another. Carlos’ embrace stayed tight as the headache still pulsing settling you into a lighter sleep than normal.

It was you in the morning that woke up before Carlos normally, getting coffee ready for you both, setting down a cup on the bedside table next to him, letting the aroma wake him up whilst you took a shower before work.

It turned out that Carlos had been as restless as you, him only drifting to sleep in the early hours. His gentle unwrapping of his arms with yours roused you, you not opening your eyes in time to see him leave the bedroom but the muted click of the door against the jam and warm light spreading in at the gap of the floor was enough for the temporary calm from earlier dissipate.

You rolled over to check your phone but found the beside table empty, phone forgotten in the living room likely tucked underneath the contracts. Stupid pandemic you told yourself. Life would be better if it had never happened you thought but caught yourself. Would it really have been? You wouldn’t have had the opportunity to see Carlos as much as you had, let alone fall in love with him in not only one, but two countries? You wouldn’t have been able to see his relationship with his parents or even have had the chance for your relationship to grow into what it is now. Sure you would have gotten there eventually you had no doubt but knowing Carlos schedule it may have taken years instead of months.

You still hated the pandemic but recognised that the circumstances you had found yourself in had landed you a boyfriend and loving in-laws at a time when you knew you would have struggled more than you had if you had been isolated in your apartment far away from your family and friends from home.

You were going to try to roll back to sleep in the warmth left behind by Carlos’ absent body but as you did, you heard Carlos’ voice soft from the other room. You couldn’t quite make out what he was saying, but as you strained to focus it was clear that whatever was being said was important, volume increasing and speed of speech quickening. When the volume reached a pitch that was clearly no longer a whisper you pulled the blankets off to see what was happening.

Carlos was standing facing the bedroom door. His face already held in surprise and it didn’t come from you joining him. He gestured you to come closer and once you were within arms distance, he pulled you in tight to his left side , right hand holding the phone. Carlos pulled the phone from his ear and hit speaker. What was being said wasn’t in English or Spanish, it was a different language and after a few more sentences you picked up it was Italian. Carlos responded back to the man on the other line ending the conversation. He waddled you both closer to the kitchen and put the phone down on the counter. With both his hands now free, he shifted you from a side hug, up into the air in front of him, feet lifted from the floor. His hands were tight on your upper arms and as he lifted you higher and began to spin you both in a circle. Whatever was said over the phone had put Carlos into what was the happiest mood you had seen him in weeks, happier than the blissful moments after you confessed your love to each other. As he began to deliriously laugh you couldn’t help but break into a smile, infecting you with his joy.

“What …” you started as he spun you round once more before putting you down and pulling you in closer for a kiss.

Drawing back and taking a breathe, Carlos said “I think we have a solution to our problem”. You don’t know what was said, clear bemusement and confusion across your face. Carlos pulled you to the couch and opened up his laptop, clicking to his emails, and opening one that according to the date had been sent and received early this morning just after 1am. Your eyes darted to the corner of the screen and saw it was close to 3 in the morning. Whatever was in this email was important, important enough to call about.

Carlos double clicked it and opened it up, twisting the laptop to you him indicating to you to read what he had pulled up. You couldn’t read much at all scrolling through to see if there was a translation at the bottom of the message like there commonly was in whole company communications you received from work. No such luck, the email was relatively brief with a few attachments at the top, all titled with Carlos’ full name and a set of numbers. You recognised Carlos’ address and details at the top of the letter format but beyond that couldn’t decipher what was said. What you did recognise was the logo on the top right hand of the letter, a bright yellow crest with a black horse reared on its hind legs in the centre.

You looked back to Carlos, “Ferrari ?” Was all you said to him. The grin re-emerged. “I was on the phone to Mattia Binotto, the Ferrari team principal, the negotiations have been finalised and they want to have me in their team” Carlos had divulged in his discussions about his career what he wanted to achieve many a time; to get a seat, to win a race, to win a championship but what he wanted just as much was to achieve that with Ferrari, and here it was, opportunity in front of him.

“Did you say yes?” You asked back knowing it was probably covered on the phone call. “I did and need to sign the negotiated contract” he pointed at the screen. You hadn’t know he was in negotiations with Ferrari and thought it was a goal he had further in his future. He had told you his contract with McLaren was only to the end of 2020 but beyond that hardly talked about it. You knew his industry moved at a speed that was opposite to your own but it still surprised you he was ticking off one of his ultimate career goals, in your mind, very soon in his career.

But here it was in front of you, Ferrari wanted Carlos and you knew nothing short of them asking him to chop off his own hands would stop him from donning red next year.

“Have you read the attachments yet?”

Carlos shook his head

“I saw the email and called Mattia straight away. I probably should have waited for Caco but wanted to let him know I had seen it and will respond after reading through everything.”

You gave him a pointed look, if you were Carlos’ manager you’d have wanted to be told first. Carlos didn’t even bother to look sheepish.

“I wanted to tell you first, if you hadn’t come out, I would have woken you up with the news” he was beaming with a sense of accomplishment, and even though you felt extremely proud of him that he had achieved his dreams, the thoughts from earlier creeped back in, jealous that he was able to be so happy with his career choices. You wanted it, that, to feel what Carlos was feeling. You nodded at Carlos as he pulled the laptop back towards him, clicking open the attachments reading them through slowly.

You mind was far away, Carlos had achieved something that was practically impossible , only 2 out of 20 which had then been whittled down could drive for Ferrari. If Carlos had such self believe and confidence in achieving that impossible dream, why couldn’t you?

Luckily the contract had come through early Saturday morning, relieving you from having to work with this career dilemma on your plate. You couldn’t even busy yourself with Carlos’ news and plans, he was in call after call with his manager and family to ensure that before he signed everything was correct, and with the excitement, your rudimentary Spanish couldn’t keep up to be of help or even to follow along.

Knowing work wouldn’t help you, and nor could Carlos, you sat down to try to articulate your feelings. You weren’t usually one for written planning, you had seen your sister do this whenever she felt unsure of what to do. You wrote out a three columned list, a pros, a cons and dreams about your job.

After the first few points were written, your thoughts flowed freely. You wrote down item after item and found that after the cons heavily outweighed the pros. You had expected that, the dissatisfaction and jealously you were feeling should never be there. Jealous was a feeling that happened to those too scared to be courageous you mum had said to you when you first were toying with the idea of moving abroad. Your thoughts soon spilled away from the columns, you filling line after line with broken thoughts, irritations, dreams. They quickly turned from jealousy, to something more self-reflective. You didn’t have the dream of being a formula one driver but it was the start of helping you try to work out what you wanted to do.

Carlos had walked back into the room filling a glass with water from the tap giving you a little wave before settling himself back on the couch. You were perched at the counter laptop open, albeit it screen blank with paper in front of you, he had assumed you were working.

You re-read your thought and looked to your dreams column. It was empty. You had never had the opportunity to have a dream job. Your familial situation was very middle class, enough to afford you a good education but it was through long hours by your parents and saving at all times. You had afforded the move with you company subsidising the moving costs, only leaving you with the rent and perishable costs once settled. Without that you wouldn’t have been able to even be here.

You looked at your dreams, and thought ok maybe not a dream career, but what are other dreams. You filling in the gap on the page To be happy To be healthy To have loving family and friends For them to be healthy To be fulfilled

It was the last one, you had all the above ones but how to be fulfilled? You didn’t know, you underlined the last item before pushing the paper away , tucking it near your other work gear, standing up and joining Carlos , him wrapping an arm around you while you tried to think of what does fulfilled look like?

Negotiations with Carlos and his manager and family lasted all weekend bleeding into Monday. Early Monday morning, Carlos had sent off the finalised paperwork, closing the lid of the computer looked up to you. “So” he started, “How I said we have a solution with you not being able to attend races ?”

Your gaze shifted from your document to him, he was still as happy as he was when the email had arrived, you thought ruefully again I wish I had that. “Yeah” you tried to hide the sour tone but it still emerged a little. “With me being with Ferrari next year, they have asked me to do a tour of the factory before their home race in September, in order to be welcomed to the team.”

You didn’t see how this was a solution

“And what I’ve received permission for is that, can I bring some family along” Carlos had a smirk forming. “They said they would be more than happy to, and that they will set aside a private area for family to watch the races”

It clicked, you could watch him.

“So it’s confirmed?” You hazarded. “They’ve said I can have four people with me, I’ve sent them your details, my fathers, mothers and another friend of mine who is currently living in Italy”

He was so happy, he gave you a kiss to the forehead and sliding off the counter said “it is working out for us, see” as he walked away from you to the other end of his house no doubt to keep planning about Ferrari or something.

You couldn’t keep it up, you had to do something about your career, jealously finally driving you to action. You stood up and followed Carlos out of the room.

He had his phone in his hand but paused dialling as you rounded the corner.

“Carlos, I need to talk to you”

Carlos’ face held its smile but shuttered up a little. “Of course” he said as closing the distance between you.

“I need to be honest with you. I’m so excited you’re signed with Ferrari, you’ve achieved your dream “Carlos nodded seeing where this was going.

As you had gone to sleep on Sunday, he had seen what you had been writing on, the paper left not too out of the way in the small kitchen. “Seeing you, get all this” you waved your arms around “The first thing I thought was ‘why not me’ and that scared me. I’ve always worked so hard and achieved everything I’ve had on my career goals, but I don’t know, seeing and hearing you interact with your work, you love it.” He went to start but you shook your head, not quite finished “I always thought I loved what I do, but after spending time with you and your family, I don’t think I actually do. I’m proud of what I’ve done and achieved but I don’t get the joy out of it like you do, the continued joy even after you’ve ticked a goal, the joy to achieve a different target” Carlos nodded, he knew he was lucky to find his life passion so young and have it the same as his career. He also knew it was not very common. He had seen his sisters cycle though job after job trying to find one they liked enough to stay in. Only one of them had found that so far, the other still searching.

He pulled you closer “you don’t have to stay in a job you don’t like Yn. Life is too short to be stuck in something that drains you. It ok to recognise that”

You heard what he said but as you opened up your mouth to continue explaining, a sob was released instead, you hadn’t known you’d held it in but now you had started you couldn’t stop “Let it out, that’s it cry it out” Carlos soothed, rubbing your back, shirt soaking with your tears.

You stayed like that until your tears stopped flowing and your breaths steadied.

“We have a few more days of quarantine, let’s use that to talk about your career yeah?” He said, hoping he wasn’t over stepping. You nodded into his chest.

You were torn, you wanted change but didn’t know what to do. That itself was the problem you and Carlos worked through. In your time remaining you researched at the end of each of your workdays listing out any possible path to pursue. What it did confirm is that you hadn’t realised so many options were open to you. Seeing Carlos put down options you had always thought were out of reach either financially or competitiveness for positions or jobs that simply didn’t exist when you last had a serious career discussion in the later years of high school made you think how narrow minded you had been.

Carlos was more supportive than you could have imagined, ultimately he wanted you to be happy and seeing you think though every option brought up was drawing a curious spark behind your eyes he hadn’t seen before. Planning future scenarios for you was bringing back a portion of your personality you had long stifled and Carlos coaxing it out you were feeling free. It was actually Carlos that had suggested the side step you would pursue. What you had decided to do was to stay in the general industry you were currently working in, but transition away from broad services into a more specialised sector, one focusing on your strength of energy transition of brown to green projects, but with a motorsports lens, a space that you had always enjoyed but never had the financial capacity to pursue. Carlos didn’t see this as an issue though. With his family long embedded into racing, they were better versed than most on the impact of their sport, by which the family had decided to partner to build a team to be entered into a new division focusing on electrical power rallying, with the aim to spread awareness of major environmental issues globally.

Carlos knew how involved his father was in developing the team, it even being a namesake to be eventually entered once given the green light after covid settled down. And he had to admit now that he had you in his life, he was looking at things differently, one of those being separated from you for extended periods of time. Both Carlos’ had discussed at length whilst in Spain your work and had pulled you into conversations too, switching from talking about the extreme e details to details of your career, which had a good overlap of technical and management experience. Over those long chess games Carlos senior had picked your brain but never asking too much to make you think beyond someone curious about someone’s job.

In one of his frequent calls back home to his parents, he had raised your situation and it was Carlos senior who interjected and said he would start seeing internally if he could find a job for you with his team, allowing you to stay close to the family in work if not physically at races. Something Carlos was proud about, was not asking you to give up your life for his. Which so far you hadn’t, but if you were considering leaving your job, it wasn’t beneath him to plant the seeds of working closer to you than previously was possible.

Your quarantine was coming to an end and with it your deadline to yourself on what to do next. You had decided that you would reduce your work days to part time, allowing you to one provide support to Carlos when his racing season started again, secondly to allow yourself to start seeing a careers counsellor or helping you to flesh out your transition out of your current job into what was next.

You and Carlos had decided to celebrate your final night of confinement with a celebratory dinner, decorating the house with the limited supplies Carlos had, majority of it comprising of paper chains strewn from the doorframes and across the windows.

As you both sat down Carlos poured himself a small glass of wine, his last he said, prior to the season starting. He small treat before the regime was enforced.

“I have some news to share” Carlos started, his body emulating confidence

You raised your glass in response waiting for him to carry on

“Look under the place setting”

You settled your glass of wine down and moved the plate and placemat to the side. Beneath was sitting a piece of paper folded in half, you name scribbled in slanted letters on top in Carlos’ handwriting. You looked up at him and he was still looking at you intently. You opened the paper up and it was a print out of an email message received earlier during the day addressed between Carlos and the McLaren team principal. It read that Carlos had been granted permission for you to attend with him all of the races as part of his personal team, without the limitations placed on the track specific contracts.

You quickly read through again to make sure you hadn’t misread anything, and Carlos was still smiling at you.

“If you would like to attend all the races, you’re able to”

You had considered this, further time away to see if you could find perspective. And now here was the opportunity, literally in front of you, barriers removed.

You picked up your glass “I think I do”

Clarifying you added “I think I’m going to take extended leave to decide what I want, who knows maybe I’ll bump into someone following you around.” That’s exactly what Carlos had hoped for, your career so far was similar to his in similar industries, it was how you met after all, he was sure that once you got talking, you’d be able to find an opportunity. He believed not only would luck be on your side but your charisma too.

He clinked his glass lightly against yours in recognition and agreement to you taking up the plan to travel with him. You weren’t just excited for quarantine to end but were excited for now being able to clear your mind for the next.

#carlos sainz jr x reader #carlos sainz jr x you #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz jr x yn #f1 imagine #f1 fic #formula 1 imagine #f1 driver x you

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jacarandaaaas · 3 months

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Here’s some revisions I did after seeing some of the ideas (there are obviously some flaws but I tried). Also, these ideas you guys had are amazing and my brain is BRAINING!!!

Season one - Centering the triplets as they grow up and Alma nearly losing her mind. The full season would be 20+ episodes and 20 minutes long. Also includes young Agustin and Felix.

Season two - First ten episodes ending with the triplets (Pepa’s wedding) and the last ten with the grandchildren growing up. (And expanding on the changes that happened after Mirabel’s ceremony.)

This season and mid season three would expand on how some relationships dwindled and just different dynamics and such. Maybe some post-movie bonding.

Season three - First ten episodes ending with post-movie grandkids/ before Antonio’s birth month. The last ten centering on the actual healing through Casita’s collapse. Mirabel’s parents, sisters, and Primo's reaction to Mirabel’s disappearance. And the reaction to Bruno coming back and how they all felt.

And more bonding among family members and an introduction to extended ones on Agustin and Felix’s side of the family. Like honestly, what about their other cousins? grandparents? Tias & Tios? Nephews and nieces? We need more of them too.

Over the course of the series a trading & transport system is created for people to safely get in and out of the Encanto to the nearest town. They do explore outside The Encanto/see how far the gifts go. Culture shock.

Obligatory "the oldest granddaughters go out and shenanigans happen." also Camilo and Mirabel spy/tag along.

Season four - first twelve episodes are going to be character-centric and full of shenanigans. In every episode Luisa tries a new hobby in the B/C plot and it goes a different direction each time.

Obligatory halloween episode where the grandchildren tell each other scary stories of the outside world.

Episodes 18 could possibly surround the Triplets birthday. Episode 19 could be the Valentine's day episode with the yellow couple, blue couple, and Dolores’ relationship with Mariano. Could also involve the other grandkids talking to their crushes or asking them out. Just a full day of wholesome love.

Episode 20 could be a BIG family game night with extended family involved.

Season five - Finale season (A few years into the future maybe?)

Mariano goes with the other granddaughters out of the Encanto to get the best engagement ring for Dolores (because only the best of the best is good for her). Camilo and Antonio tag along and they get into trouble. Dolores hears everything and goes to bail her boyfriend and cousins/brothers out.

Day of little candles themed ep where alma and the family go to the river and alma tells them all about pedro. Also flashbacks of before dos oruguitas and Alma telling her family how proud she is of them all.

Mirabel (possibly seventeen or eighteen) looks back on how far the family has come while working on Dolores’ wedding dress.

Season ends with Dolores and Mariano getting married!

Notes: Yes, the theme song would be like the family madrigal, new outfits every other episode, in each episode a part of the diverse Colombian culture could/should be explored. (food, music, dancing, fashion, history, etc). Songs are a must and Lin Manuel Miranda will be the one who worked on them. I won’t let anyone else attempt to mimic his style of music when he can just be hired. I’m sure he would like to work on the story anyway.

I think 24 episodes instead of 20 would be a bit better plot and story wise. Maybe each could be 25 minutes each too? Also, if Disney is willing to not have a stick up their ass, I would like the series to be animated in Disney’s renaissance era style. Like the Hunchback of Notre dame, Brother bear, Lion king, Treasure planet, and Tarzan. I’m NOT accepting anything less.

It could also be a Tradigital (both computer and hand drawn) style like Tarzan/Hunchback of Notre dame! 3D backgrounds painted to look 2D with the characters actually being traditionally drawn. This would especially be cool to look at in Antonio’s room and just Encanto in general.

TONS OF DISNEY EASTER EGGS! “Wish” kind of didn’t do it right at all so I think Encanto can do it better. Honestly I should’ve just asked the Encanto community for help instead of just struggling by myself. YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING!!! If I’m ever able to pitch this to Disney and actually make this become true I will credit ALL OF YOU!!!

Also, I’ve noticed how poorly Disney marketed Treasure planet, Princess and the frog, and strange world (most are allegedly poorly marketed) and by god I WILL NOT let them poorly market this.

Lastly, I think the series could have a full six seasons because there are so many ideas that I want to add and don’t want anyone’s idea left out. Plus, there’s just so much one can do...

thanks to @midcanto @mirabels-miracle @droppingdonkeys @slayyyysworld @teawizard and you of course for the ideas!

mirabel😭making😭dolores😭wedding😭dress😭

I love these ideas so much!!! in a better universe this exists and in the Number 1 fan!!! I love when this fandom is creative and all come together!!

#encanto #encanto disney #disneys encanto

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anamelessfool · 1 month

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Violence & Gentleness (Young Primo x OC, Primo & "Emeritus" Family) link

Chapter 19: Stop My Dreaming will be out soon.

I am currently writing this chapter.

The next chapter(20) I wrote and completed in July 2023. Nearly a year ago.

So yeah it's been nearly a year and I'm chomping at the bit so hard to drop these chapters at your feet. But 19 has to be good. Like, Throw Your Phone Across the Room good.

So I'm wracking my brains and also sending cryptic little weirdo messages out for serotonin boosts to help me finish.

I'll post early the song I've been listening to on repeat to get me into it. Enjoy (or not hehe)

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#papa emeritus i #ghost band fic #Youtube

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hakasims · 2 years

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What If I Just Ranked Every Single Luca Marinelli Character From The Least Hot To The Absolute Hottest?

Based entirely on how a character looks and literally nothing else. Let’s go.

21. Andrea (La grande bellezza)

Sorry, dude.

20. Fabrizio (Nina)

Maybe he would be higher if I could actually see him.

19. Diabolik (Diabolik)

Nice widow’s peak, asshole.

18. Saint Joseph (Maria di Nazaret)

It’s the constant dumb expression on his face for me.

17. Ettore (Lasciati andare)

He looks like shit but at least he’s got flavor.

16. Mattia Balossino (La solitudine dei numeri primi)

He’s fine, but he’s nothing special.

15. Paolo (Il padre d’Italia)

Let’s be real, he’s sweet but he’s nothing special either.

14. Valerio (Slam - Tutto per una ragazza)

I know you guys wanna bang him. I guess some people just like risking STDs for a quick disappointing fuck.

13. Roberta (L’ultimo terrestre)

The absolute queen. She would have been higher on the list with more appearances and a better wig.

12. Nicky/Nicolo di Genova (The Old Guard)

Those sideburns, man. Also when there was an actual theory going around that Nicky was made ugly on purpose for this movie, do you expect him to land in the top 10? (He’s not ugly btw I’m just quoting you guys.)

11. Loris (Il mondo fino in fondo)

He’s hot and that’s the only thing he’s got going for him.

10. Gabriele (Waves)

He’s hot like Loris but in a more refreshing way.

9. Cesare (Non essere cattivo)

He’s hella cute y’all are just haters.

8. Fabio (Lo chiamavano Jeeg Robot)

He’s very hot and he would have been in the top 5 if he washed his hair more often.

7. Guido Caselli (Tutti i santi giorni)

You don’t need me to explain why he’s so high on the list.

6. Martin Eden (Martin Eden)

If you’re curious why this one is so high on the list, ask literally every movie critic who was waxing poetic about his beauty.

5. Mickey Miranda (Die Pfeiler der Macht)

He’s hot and slutty and he looks like no Luca has ever looked. Saint Joseph wishes he had those curls.

4. Milton (Una questione privata)

He’s like Martin Eden but softer, younger and with kinder eyes.

3. Fabrizio de André (Fabrizio de André - Principe libero)

He’s so soft and beautiful and his hair is so silky.

2. Lui (Ricordi?)

There’s just something about him that is so arrrggghhh that I just couldn’t put him lower.

1. Primo Nizzuto (Trust)

Like there could ever be anyone else at number 1. Puh-lease.

#luca marinelli #and his movies #and his hotness #ranking #super important

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AMay 17 Facebook post (direct link, archive link) shows a black and white image of several members of Congress gathered together.

The post criticized Republicans for "attacks on the poor and the sick with the threat of catastrophic debt default," then made a claim about former President Donald Trump:

"Trump increased that debt far more than any president in history," the post says in part. "Under Trump, Republicans − and Democrats − had no objection to raising the debt ceiling three times."

House Minority Leader Hakeem Jeffries shared a similar claim on Twitter that garnered over 11,000 likes. A version of that post was posted on Facebook by the left-wing account Occupy Democrats and shared more than 900 times.

Our rating: False

The total federal debt increased more under the Obama administration in terms of raw dollars than any other president, according to government data. Experts say it is difficult to determine how much debt one president is responsible for since spending and policies can carry over from one administration to the next.

Obama incurred more debt than any other president

The post comes after weeks of standstill between President Joe Biden and House Speaker Kevin McCarthy over the issue of raising the debt ceiling, which limits how much the government can borrow, as USA TODAY reported.

But contrary to the post’s claim, the total federal debt increased more under former President Barack Obama than it did under the Trump administration, according to David Primo, a political science and business administration professor at the University of Rochester.

There are different ways of measuring debt, experts said.

Using Treasury Department data, the total public debt, which includes intragovernmental holdings and public debt, increased by approximately $7.8 trillion from the start of Trump’s presidency on Jan. 20, 2017, to when he left office on Jan. 19, 2021. Under Obama, however, the public debt increased by about $9.3 trillion from when he was inaugurated on Jan. 20, 2009, to when he left office on Jan. 19, 2017.

Some experts look at debt accumulated each fiscal year, which starts Oct. 1 of a given calendar year and ends Sept. 30 of the next year, according to Primo. That yields similar results.

Fact check: No, Trump is not required to register as a sex offender after E. Jean Carroll case

At the end of fiscal year 2016 − three months before Trump took office − the debt was about $19.5 trillion, according to historical fiscal year debt data from the Office of Management and Budget. That number increased to about $26.9 trillion at the end of fiscal year 2020 three months before Trump left office, marking a $7.4 trillion increase.

However, at the end of fiscal year 2008 before Obama took office, the debt was about $10 trillion and increased to about $19.5 trillion at the end of fiscal year 2016 before Obama left office, netting approximately a $9.5 trillion increase, according to the data.

There are caveats to these comparisons: Trump was only in office for four years while Obama was in office for eight years. The data for the federal fiscal year overlaps. And in both cases, the debt is measured using the nominal amount added each year, so it doesn't account for inflation.

Some economists believe the debt-to-GDP ratio is a better metric for gauging debt increase because the nominal levels of debt do not matter as much as how much debt the nation has as a share of its output, Primo said. Which president ranks first in this category would depend on the method of calculation used but Trump would not have the highest figures regardless, Primo said.

"In the post-WWII era, the increases in debt as a percentage of GDP were highest during and right after WWII," Primo said. "In the modern era, it’s still not Trump."

Experts say it is hard to blame any one president on rising debt

There are several reasons why it is difficult to cast the blame for increasing debt on any one president, experts said.

Debt increases are due to policies jointly agreed to by Congress and the president, so Congress bears some responsibility, according to Primo.

For instance, Obama signed into law a 2009 stimulus package passed by Congress, which extended former President George W. Bush’s tax cuts, and a tax extenders omnibus bill at the end of 2015, according to the Committee for a Responsible Federal Budget. Both policies worsened debt.

Fact check: Post wrongly claims new House reimbursement policy circumvents Constitution

When Trump was in office, he signed into law the 2017 Tax Cuts and Jobs Act, which lowered statutory tax rates on all taxable income levels and made debt soar, according to the Tax Policy Center and ProPublica.

“The country takes on debt anytime its outlays exceed its revenues,” Primo said. “This can occur due to one-time expenses such as the COVID-19 relief package or to structural changes to the budget, such as tax cuts or the creation of new government programs. In the long run, the biggest drivers of debt increases will be due to entitlements such as Medicare and Social Security.”

All presidents also inherit spending from previous administrations, noted William Hoagland, senior vice president of the Bipartisan Policy Center.

For instance, the Affordable Care Act implemented under Obama carried over to Trump’s presidency. The act expands the Medicaid program and provides health insurance to low-income consumers.

USA TODAY reached out to the social media users who shared the claim for comment but did not immediately receive a response.

The Associated Press and PolitiFact also debunked the claim.

Our fact-check sources:

David Primo, May 23-30, Email exchange with USA TODAY

William Hoagland, May 23-30, Email exchange with USA TODAY

Steve Ellis, May 24-26 Email exchange with USA TODAY

Treasury Department, accessed May 26, Debt to the Penny

Office of Management and Budget, accessed May 26, Federal debt data

Committee for a Responsible Federal Budget, July 25, 2016, Has President Obama Doubled the National Debt?

Tax Policy Center, accessed May 30, Briefing Book

ProPublica, Jan. 14, 2021, Donald Trump Built a National Debt So Big (Even Before the Pandemic) That It’ll Weigh Down the Economy for Years

Associated Press, May 18, FACT FOCUS: Who’s to blame for the national debt? It’s more complicated than one culprit

#nunyas news #they had to feel dirty after writing this

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sasoxichomoshi · 9 months

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Headcanons i have for Nilah

~~ will be updated / edited ~~

No particular order, just vibes

1. her earrings were once owned by her mother

2. "The Cycle of Ashlesh" tale is not directly talking about water, it is about the cicle of death and life

3. nilah didnt defeat ashlesh alone, she had the help of a third entity

4. her hair is always at a semi humid condition (she deals with water after all)

5. she has a yellow bag with red details on it;

she uses it to carry her books and other interesting things she finds along the way

6. tears = water = ashlesh's domain

nilah cannot shed tears; she wont tear after a burst of laugh, she cant cry in pain

7. nilah boycotts soft drinks DRINK WATER STAY HYDRATED

8. nilah doesnt sleep

she closes her eyes, she rests, but she doesn't enter that deep state of relaxation that we know, she never truly turns off

9. that said, her preferred position is to lay down on her back

10. she doesn't like sushi

11. nilah and akshan are primos

12. nilah is 1,84

SG nilah is 1,82

13. nilah is 26 years old, she was 16 when she "disappeared"

Star guardian nilah was 17 when she took the oath

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15. SG AU nilah is genuinely oblivious to flirting (guess all that time alone in space didn't help)

16. nilah was *literally* a mother

17. nilah eye color should be purple in every universe

it is purple in base runeterra and star guardian

if not purple then green can be a second option (i like to think SF nilah has a mixture of both purple and green in both eyes) (please no blue)

18. SG AU nilah likes to paint her nails

she uses it as a distraction of her guardian duties since she spends a lot of time alone in space, it helps with concentration too :3

19. SF AU nilah is not blind

she gives the impression that she doesn't see a thing with that cloth on her face, just to whip the enemy ass the next moment

the thing is, nilah hides her face so she doesn't scare the traveling champions that get to the Lands Beyond; the price paid by nilah in this au upon making an agreement with the one eyed god probably modified her body, and this is something she will only show to those who deserve, or to those that are close enough to her...

20. nilah is the kind of person that starts a joke and never finishes it...

cause she will burst out laughing before getting to the end XD ok ok she will finish most jokes, but she definitely laughs at her own puns

#nilah #headcanon #profile archive

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cyberdragoninfinity · 10 months

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Sorry if I cant send more then one but Id love your thoughts on the three-in-one bundle andriod family fuckshow

FIRST OF ALL, OBSESSED WITH THE PHASE "THREE-IN-ONE BUNDLE ANDROID FAMILY FUCKSHOW." THEY SURE FUCKIN ARE!!!!!! my fucked up Italians!!! second of all, cannot believe i am saying this but I actually already did one for Jakob/Jose, you can find my thoughts on him over here!!

So for now I will do just tweedle dee and tweedle dipshit over here

LESTERLUCCIANO:

First impression: "ok so this Primo guy is associated with two other guys and one of them is like??? really short??? ok. wait what the fuck do you mean theyre all the same guy hello--"

Impression now: LITTLE FUCKER OF ALL TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! god i love lester so much I love when a yugioh character is just some tiny bastard he's a PERMANENT 12 YEAR OLD he wears ROLLER SKATES FULL TIME he SKATEBOARDS he's RUDE AND MEAN TO EVERYONE his little cackle in his sub voice is DELIGHTFUL. top favorites forever. He is also agonizingly sad and if I think too hard about him I feel unwell.

Favorite moment: Thinking about when Primo loses in the WRGP and Lester starts shrieking at him about how he fucked up the plan and Primo just tells him to stop complaining/stop being petulant and Lester starts LITERALLY SHAKING WITH ABSOLUTE RAGE. THEY WERE HAVING A SHOVING MATCH IMMEDIATELY OFF SCREEN I JUST KNOW IT.

Idea for a story: something about Lester when he was first brought online. What that could have felt like. What would have happened if the implied Mental Blocks That Seal Off the Emperor's Memories weren't active when he first got turned on. Many potential for let's Be Kind of Emo About Lester moments.

Favorite relationship: Lester and Primo's dynamic is genuinely one of my favorite platonic yugioh character relationships, I need to talk more on it sometime. They really brotherpilled those two androids as hard as they possibly could and it makes me explode. Primo stole his card so Lester really just rips his whole deck out of his beat to shit torso. Unhinged Middle Schooler vs. Unhinged 19 Year Old.

Favorite headcanon: bird autism, can do So Many Skateboard Tricks, would pick up bugs and garbage and other shit off the ground and throw them at Primo. Very protective of his hair and knows a bunch of braids and styles. Is absolutely Fucking Terrified of Jakob but will not admit this. Bites. Hard.

PRIMOPLACIDO:

First impression: during his DL event back in 2021 I really was just like "idrk what's going on here with this like. weird 5Ds villain overlord guy. He's got a robot army I guess??? ok. is he like... 30? what is this shit about bees what the hell."

Impression now: that is my BOY my SON my FAILBOT9000 he is PERMANENTLY UNDER 20 he is a gijinka of just how much it sucks to be 19 and angry at everything and I LOVE HIM SO. SO MUCH. DID NOT EXPECT HIM TO BECOME ONE OF MY TOP FAVORITE YGO CHARACTERS BUT HERE WE ARE. he just sucks so bad and nobody likes him and if i also think too hard about him and how agonizingly lonely and fucked up he is I start getting BIG SAD. HE TURNED INTO A FUCKING MOTORCYCLE. SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH HIM. HE DIED BADLY AND CAME BACK BADLY. LOVE THIS ANIMAL. THE PEEM.

Favorite moment: they really gave this poor bastard one of the most 'gruesome' ygo duel loss moments huh. Like he's a robot so it's fine to show it but he did still get RIPPED IN HALF. AND HIS STUPID SWORD SKIDDED ACROSS THE PAVEMENT SOUNDING LIKE A SILVERWARE DRAWER. it makes me bananas. I also rly love the bit when he's working on his secret Ghost Army and Jakob videocalls to yell at him and Primo just looks away like a dog that got caught eating out of the trash.

Idea for a story: oooouughhhh none of yall are ready for the AU simmering in the back of my brain where Leo tries to save a chunk of Aporia's inner robotic hardware to try and bring him back to life, but it's corrupted and incomplete and only brings back Primo. So now you have this miserable postcanon Primo with no deck no sword no NOTHING being shown kindness from Yusei & co and having to live with all of Aporia's memories and knowledge of What He Did. it's so special to me. i need to brew some more on it.

Unpopular opinion: every day. i see this weird idea that Primo is like.... uwu so suave and dainty and delicate??? and it's like....HUH???? this 6 foot tall WEIRD GUY is PART MOTORCYCLE and MEAN AS HELL and UNPLEASANT TO BE AROUND and FUMBLES EVERY SINGLE ONE OF HIS PLANS. let him suck ass!! he's at his best when he sucks!! ALSO THE LIKE. FANDOM IDEA THAT HE LOVES BEES??!? literally every time he talks about insects it's in a derogatory manner for the love of god i am begging for media literacy. im on my hands and knees here.

Favorite relationship: I do love his stupid one-sided rivalry with Yusei it's so fucking funny. But also, again, he and Lester....god. Love them so fucking much. If Primo hated Lester as much as he acts and claims he would not have gone along with his little rich kid's butler bit I just know it (without complaining either!!). You can argue he just tolerates Lester's company but I genuinely think he does like it. even if it's just a little. Based and Big Brother'd. Wahhhh

Favorite headcanon: god where do I start. Autism Beast. Constantly on the verge of an being overstimulated meltdown. Zero volume control. If someone had introduced him to wolves that would have been it, he would have been a complete wolfaboo. Avid watcher of Cool Sword Videos. Built like a pit bull.

#LONG POST SORRY. I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO SAY ABOUT THEM AND I DIDNT EVEN SCRATCH THE SURFACE HERE #YGO POSTING #asks #anonymous #iliasterliker9000

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ncisfranchise-source · 6 months

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@panavisionofficial - “The look of the series was an interesting process. The creator of the show, Don Belisario, loved the cutting pattern of The Bourne Identity – the way one side would be handheld, and the other side would be studio or crane. He loved that aspect of the fast, frenetic kind of movement as well.” #Cinematographer William Webb ASC gives us the 411 on the look of #NCIS over the years. “Over 20 years, the show has changed immensely. With camera movement and storytelling, I think we've become a little more conservative, but at the same time I've been able to expand it visually. I have the ability to work with producers and choose the time of day to light a little more dramatically, maybe push it to the extremes. Bob Foertsch sent over one of the first Primo lenses back in the ‘90s and we had one of the earliest serial numbers, like 002. The Primo lenses are what I call beautifully perfect, optically exact. In some ways, they're too perfect. I sometimes use glimmer glass to help smooth out some of the video peaking and that we get with HD and high-res that we're shooting with now. But, what's great about those lenses is that they open the whole field, I can do almost anything I want with those lenses. There's also the Primo 19-90 compact zoom, that works great for our format. It allows me to move very fast. I would say I probably use that lens 70% of the time. It's lightweight enough and works beautifully on the Steadicam because it’s compact and very comfortable to hand hold. It's easy to put on a lightweight crane. It's kind of an all-purpose lens. And of course, I have from 19mm to 90mm. If a director wants to punch in a little bit or I want to widen out a little bit, it's just cut, boom, and we're ready to shoot again. It's not at all the same show as it was. We’re now on our fifth showrunner, a new cast, and it's sort of reinvented itself as a new show. With the change of command, and of course probably 25-30 directors, they all bring something different or new. For me, it's still exciting and fresh. Also, 20 years has allowed me to assemble a group of people that is my dream crew. It's really an incredible crew, and it's important that they get recognized.”

#ncis #bts #interview

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moonlit-orchid · 6 months

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Headcanon:

Primo has grey hair. Lester has red.

Aporia had those hairstyles.

So when Aporia was in his teens, his hair started greying. He was in the middle of a war so he had no time to bother about hairdye, and by the time he was 20 it was all grey.

Fast forward to Primo, who's been given grey hair to match Aporia at his second moment of great despair.

Primo looks slightly younger than that Aporia. That Aporia might have been in his mid to late 20s, but Primo's anywhere between 19 and 21. And all his hair is grey like Jakob's.

But the thing is, he doesn't dye it red. No matter the teasing from Lester (tbh he could have lester's exact hairstyle and the boy would STILL tease him about it somehow-) he doesn't dye it.

Why? Because it's just grey hair. It doesn't matter. What's wrong with looking "old" anyway? Aren't old people meant to be seen as wise and respected? (Even if Jakob isn't any of those things, Primo is aware enough to know that Jakob is not the best example around him).

So Primo keeps the grey hair as a choice instead of colouring it. He doesn't care about Lester's teasing. He doesn't even care about his hair full stop.

But he does like it. He knows he'll never get to grow old, that he'll never get to be one of the cool grandparents who've seen everything and knows the answer to everything (which he also wishes deep inside Jakob was), so the grey hair? It almost fulfills that wish to appear older and stronger and tougher.

Even if he knows deep inside he's barely holding himself together.

#5ds #ygo5ds #primo 5ds #placido 5ds #idea came from me watching a video on the coastal granny trend and wanting to be just an unstoppable badass when i #reach that age #if my tone was off this post is positive and not ageist #(yes lester isnt being nice but come on he's 12 12/13 year old boys enjoy being offensive about EVERYTHING)

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Bruno's little girl is all grown up;

Summary; Even in a world where Claudine didn't grow up on the isle, she and Lefou Deux were destined to meet.

Trigger warning; Kidnapping, implied racism, implied abuse, etc.

Inspired by and meant to be a sequel to @dragoneyes618 's oneshot au where Claudine gets her gift after being adopted by Bruno.

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Claudine Esther-Mary Madrigal had few memories of her life before the Madrigals. And all of them were vague.

A Creperie were she did all the work despite being too tiny to reach the stove.

A Church that turned away people who looked different. Turned away people who looked like her new family did.

A closet that was small even for a toddler-- more like a cupboard, actually--filled with crosses thay made her heart tighten.

A looming shadow.

A woman falling.

Another woman teaching her how to speak english and a few other languages in bits and pieces, warning her not to tell him.

None of them painted a pretty picture. Especially not when put together with the faded scars she had and her family's retelling of her 'surprise adoption'.

So it should be no surprise that Claudine never really went digging into her past. Nor should it that she never bothered asking. After all, who would want to know more about such terrible things when there was a high chance that it would only drudge up things that should stay forgotten? Things that they didn't want to know about... Things that they didn't want to remember.

But that didn't mean that she knew nothing about it. About where she came from.

When Prince Ben first made his proclaimation, word traveled fast-- even to the Encanto--and Her Papá had sat her down and finally explained just where he had gotten her.

Claudine had been in shock for awhile afterwards. Not quite knowing what to think about the whole thing.

What was one supposed to think when finding out that they had essitently been kidnapped from a villainous religious zealot who had been locked away among other villians who also had children? Children who weren't lucky enough to have been saved like she had been.

But once that shock wore off, she became invested in every thing to do with the isle. And had quite possibly cheered the loudest when the barrier had been brought down for good.

Which led into the current predicament her family was arguing about where little ears couldn't hear:

New people had come to the Encanto.

All under 30.

3 boys not much older than her (twins 20, lone boy 19).

1 not much younger (16).

1 only nine years old.

1 girl not much younger (15).

And 5 little girls (twins 7, one 6, one 5, and one 3).

All in bad shape, the oldests willing to work. All refusing to say where they came from or how they knew of this place.

Abuela, cautious as ever in her old age, didn't like it. Feared that their sanctuary could be fully exposed if they allowed them to stay.

No one else in the family agreed, even as she tried to get them to see her point of view. She even slipped up and asked Dolores to evasedrop on them, something she hadn't done since Claudine was little.

Of course, Dolores refused and (gently) reminded her that times had changed. And then everyone else had gotten a chance to argue their case.

Tío Agustín and Tía Julieta argued they couldn't stay hidden forever, which Prima Isabela agreed with-- sighting the fact that if these kids and her luv, Bubo, had found them that others would come after. Whether or not they liked it.

Primo Antonio and Camilo along with Prima Dolores and her luv, Mariano, that it was nice to see some new faces around. And that they could do some good for the town.

Luisa and Maribel just thought that they should give them a chance, which Claudine herself silently agreed with.

Tía Pepa and Tío Félix then made the strongest point. Getting emotional as usual, which was certainly warranted in this situation.

"Mamá, they're your Bisnietos' ages and they clearly need help. How can you be suggesting that we turn them away! Isn't that what the Encanto is for? Protecting people"

Abuela cut in "It's for protecting our people--" but Pepa wasn't having it.

"The moment they stepped foot in the Encanto they became OUR people!"

Félix hastily added in his own two cents "and if the Encanto allowed them in, then they must really need the help. Besides, when has the Encanto ever let anyone dangerous in? How dangerous could a bunch of children even be?"

"We don't even know where they came from!" The Matriarch of the family protested, though it was weaker than it was.

Claudine looked over at her Papá to see what he thought, since he hadn't spoken up yet, just in time to see him stand. He said one thing and one thing only that would shock them all:

"They're from the isle of the lost".

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Abuela ended up letting the gaggle of children stay after that and few in the Encanto protested.

They all remembered what Claudine was like when Bruno first brought her here. And even if they didn't, there were things that convinced them not to kick up a fuss about the arrangement.

Things like the scars that varied in age that couldn't be explained away by falls and other bouts of childhood clumsiness that mirrored the faded ones Claudine herself had.

Things like the haunted looks in the older kids' eyes that Claudine saw every day in the mirror in her own reflection.

Things like the slowly fading bruises and the whispers of dead siblings and cousins who never reached adult hood.

Things like the broken arm the littlest boy had and the large hand shaped bruise on the youngest girl's cheek.

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Claudine wasn't sure how to feel about the new arrivals. Other than intrigued and sad, that is.

Would she had turned out as snarky and skittish and bitter as the oldest ones were had her Papá never came to save her?

Or would she have turned out worse somehow? Meeker like Carlos had first been? Quieter like her father had once been?

Or would she had died long before she got to thay point?

The possibilities haunted her, almost as much as the implications of what the new comers' had been through did.

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Claudine was a curious girl.

She was even what some would call nosey.

But she just preferred the term 'thorough In her research'.

Which is what she did when someone (a friendly and unsuspecting Luisa) was finally able to pry last names out of the new comers.

Leprince. LeGume. Bimbette.

Those were their last names. Or at least the ones they had given. And with those last names, 18 year old Claudine was able to find a series of documents that proved her father's words true.

As well as many of the rumors that had been flying around town since the children had gotten here.

Birth certificates.

Badly done School Records.

Medical files published by one Harry Badun.

A Kidnapping report on King Ben that named Gil as one of the ones who had nabbed him.

A report on what had happened during the 'Queen of Mean' Incident that named Gil as one of the people who had helped save Auardon.

Missing persons report on all of the kids that were currently in the Encanto.

And most horrifyingly of all, she found obituaries also published by Harry Badun for other relatives of the New comers. Siblings and cousins. Siblings and cousins who didn't make it to 18.

Nine to be exact.

Nine dead kids.

Six Boys.

Three girls.

Claudine wished she never looked.

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The LeGume-LePrince-Bimbette cousins settled into the Encanto rather quickly and were met with little resistance, much to their surprise.

They moved into a small, fixxer upper, 'work in progress' house with just enough backyard for the kids to be able to run around in and got to work.

Junior and Bronze became movers and mechanics.

Gil arm wrestled people and babysat for money.

Claire became a seamstress and a duel teacher.

And Lefou Deux or Lee, as he went by now, became a toy maker while their little cousins and siblings went to school.

All of them were less than enthusiastic about becoming high school dropouts but knew that it sadly had to be done. How else were they supposed to be expected to keep a roof over all their heads?

And sure, it wasn't the most glamorous roof-- being thin, uninsulated, and filled with holes. But it was a roof.

And sure, it was crowded since they all had to share rooms but it wasn't all that bad since they didn't have any furniture to crowd it more. And sure, it was so cold that they had to huddle together for warmth most of the time but it was better than nothing.

At least that's what they told themselves until they could get something better.

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4 months after the new comers had arrived in the Encanto, Claudine stood outside of the toy shop-- invisible to the naked eye, watching as the tallest and lengthest one ran around the shop. Fixing things.

It had become a habit of hers for reasons she could not explain. One that she wasn't sure her family knew of or would approve of.

She knew it was werid. And that some would even call it a bit creepy but she just couldn't help it.

The redhead worried about him. Had been worrying about him ever since she heard her Abuela and Tías fretting over how he needed to eat more about a month after he arrived in town.

After that, Claudine just hadn't been able to get how thin he was out of her head. So, she had gotten into the habit of following him around and sneaking extra food into his lunch bag and goreceries. And so far, he hadn't seemed to notice.

Which Claudine was thankful for, since she wasn't sure what she'd do if she were ever caught.

Probably turn invisible and stay that way until he forgot what she looked like.

Annnnnnnd she was starting to sound like a stalker, wasn't she?

Claudine swatted that thought out of her head, noticing that it was nearly the boy's lunch break and quickly snuck into the small shop. Making sure to keep a tight grip on her bag when--

WHAM!

Claudine fell back, becoming visible as the contents of her bag spilled everywhere. Mixing with toy parts.

All the color drained out of her face as she slowly lifted her head and spotted the new comer, who was clutching his now bleeding nose and looking at her.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry. I didn't see you there--" the dark haired boy stammered, quickly helping her gather the contents of her bag. Including the wrapped arepas that Claudine had been planning on sneaking into his bag.

Claudine was sure that she was probably as red as her hair by now and waited for him to call her out on being the one who had been sneaking into his bag, dreading it, but to her surprise he said nothing. Holding them out to her.

"Uh gracias. Muy apreciada" she muttered meekly, snatching it back from him and shoving it back into her bag. Where her rats were still hiding, thankfully already.

"No problemo miss. It's the least I could do after rudely running into you like that. I don't know how I could have missed you. I should probably get my eyes checked " He joked, fidgeting with his gloves. Clearly expecting to get yelled at.

Claudine's heart ached, remembering how quick she was to expect the same for things that weren't her fault when she was younger.

"No, no. It was my fault. I should have been paying better attention " she rushed to assure him, not liking the far off look he was starting to get in his eyes.

"I'm Claudine by the way. Claudine Madrigal" She held her hand out to him in invitation, silently hoping the change of subject would work.

It did.

He quickly accepted her hand, grinning widely in a way that gave her butterflies before introducing himself. "Nice to meet ya Claudine, I'm Lefou Deux LePrince but everyone calls me Lee".

Looking into his eyes, Claudine was sure of one thing;

She was doomed.

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