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And these are my vices: impatience, bad temper, wine, the more than occasional cigarette, an almost unquenchable thirst to be kissed. a hunger that isn’t hunger but something like fear…

Cecilia Woloch, from “Fireflies,” Carpathia (via lifeinpoetry)

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NATHAN.

“unacceptable! i come here only for the yuca fries. where’s the sheet to fill out my complaint?“ he joked, not being able to keep a serious expression while saying so, a smile slowly creeping on his face. “i trust you, val. so, what options you got for me today? i’m heading to the beach later so I need some carbs.”

val lets out a loud laugh, “ you’re usually first in line when i come here! what happened? ” they ask, throwing their arms up in a confused fashion. at least once a week val liked to visit hospitals for lunch and dinner to feed the staff. they already knew nathan’s usual order by heart. “ you want carbs? oh, i can give you carbs. ” they promise him before quickly looking over their shoulder and scanning for what was left. “ i got potato fritters both vegetarian and the usual ground beef that i can give you with yellow rice and avocado salad with tomatoes, cabbage, and a cilatro dressing. i even have some octopus salad left if you want that too. ”

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@DRGLOEWERP .

mental health was never something that the salcedo family discussed or even acknowledged. the topic alone was shameful and taboo. mental illness happened to white people and that was something that stuck with val. so, val used their physical past times to deal with everything that wouldn’t stay buried deep down. following claudia’s death was the hardest. no amount of punching bags, sparring partners, or miles ran helped. they threw themself into work following abuela’s funeral but it didn’t make getting up every day easier or the crying and occasional thoughts of wanting to be with claudia stop. val considered seeing a grief counselor but all they could remember was everything they grew up hearing regarding the subject. instead of seeking a professional to help, val buried everything down. it seemed better than the alternative.

after five years ignoring the signs they needed to see someone and properly grieve, val finally gave in. breaking down into tears after serving an old woman with her granddaughter, they knew they couldn’t keep living like this. no matter what shame they felt from what they grew up hearing regarding seeking help, val didn’t let it stop her. they made an appointment with dr. loewe and actually showed up. as they sat in the waiting area, val’s leg wouldn’t stop bouncing and they couldn’t stop fidgeting. they were understandably nervous and it didn’t fade once they entered the woman’s office. “ so, is this the part where i start talking about my childhood? ” val asks once they get past their formal introductions. “ i mean, that’s always the root to everything right? ” after a moment of silence val sighs and shakes their head, looking down at their hands. “ sorry, i sound like an asshole.. this is just.... i don’t know... really weird and surreal for me right now. ”

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hello! hello! it’s iris here! with my work schedule and lack of free time combined with my large amounts of muse i have for this babe right here, i decided to drop isaiah and focus on val. it only seemed fair. i apologize to those who had plots with him and offer up things with val! by clicking THIS LINK, you’ll be redirected to their updated intro where after some research i’ve made a few changed. i’ll work on stats and a wanted connections page in the days to come but, if we haven’t plotted yet and you’d like to simply hmu or like this and i’ll come to you!

ETA: i’m going to be keeping all of my threads from my original starter. i’m in the process of rounding all the replies up!

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How long have you known?

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“I was up for a role and I went in character, focused and what not, and they said, “that’s the director’s favorite pick, they absolutely love her, but can she come back in with a tight black dress, with her face all done real nice?” and I said, “that’s not the character! no, that doesn’t make any sense! why would I do that?” and they said, “because they need to know if you’re pretty enough to put you on the cover of a magazine.” and I told them this: they don’t want me. they don’t want me then, because this is how you put someone on the cover of a magazine. you get a fucking backdrop, you get a photographer, you take a picture, and you print that shit out. that’s how you put someone on the cover of a magazine. the camera will not break, unless I fucking break it with my hand”