。:゜᪤。 event # 𝟎𝟎𝟏 — in celebration . ⭑𓂃 feat. @luckmagnets :
He should place a bet, or grab his camera. The interaction between those two strangers was escalating quickly enough: conversation to discussion to maybe-a-fight?, and César had no idea about how to act. It wasn’t his business anyway, too high to even think about himself and how the fuck am I going home again?, he should not bother about others. He should, however, try to find his camera. “ Do you think it’s something personal like,” He started saying to the wind, aware of the company beside him but not enough to remember who it was. “ You cheated on me with my wife, or something very boring like baseball? ” Finishing the water inside his cup, César looked to his left, blinking slowly – and very confusingly – at Tate. “ Oh, hey. It’s you. ”
The calm within Matilda was, above all, dense. César noticed that the first time they met, and to this day he believes that her aura – vibe, whatever – was responsible to keep him calm and avoid a very awkward situation; instead of asking the girl 'what the fuck are you doing inside my house? leave now', he asked his brother 'what the fuck is she doing inside our house?' and it was all good, settled. “ Good. ” He pointed to both cups, crossing arms next, defiant towards the challenge. “ You are old enough to drink, right? ” He knew the answer, of course, but: (a) picking on Matilda was mandatory; (b) this was a strategy to see her as a child and, hence, harmless; (c) he started drinking at fourteen, so what was the legal age, anyway? “ Go for it, Matilda, I trust your smart brain. ” And he did. And that was the problem: her potential was even bigger than her awkwardness.
。:゜᪤。 event # 𝟎𝟎𝟏 — in celebration . ⭑𓂃 feat. @applecrumb :
The crowd was attentive as ever, eyes following the three cups, mouths shutted in a thin line. César could feel the tension building up everytime he dared to make a move, just to go back with his wrist, putting cup B back in place and moving cup C instead. It was a silly game, really, one he pulled out during family gatherings to entertain his younger cousins, to keep the kids away from the pool for a couple of minutes after lunch. Usually the prize was very modest: a five dollar bill, a chocolate bar, or a very popular favourite, one package of strawberry gum. Adults, however, played for fun. Or frustration. Nobody was able to guess at the sixth try, and César gave up, laughing and surrendering himself. “ Look, I tried my best to make it easier for you guys… ” Three people started chanting then, asking for another chance, just one more, seven is my lucky number, man!, but César moved on, taking the cup A and cup B to be his companion near the mini fridge. He held the two cups and his hip flask, taking a sip from it, but not daring to make a face. “ New game, friends! YOU! ” Index finger pointed to a random man sitting on the couch. “ Will guess what drink I made for cup A and cup B, and, oh, yeah, this time there’s a prize… ” He took another big sip, still not telling how strong that unknown drink was. “ And I will keep it a secret, but just know I’m wearing it, so, good luck. ” Beer! “ Both cups? ” Yeah! “ Wrong. ” Beer and water with… sugar? “ Wrong.” Beer and beer with coke? “ Which kind of coke…? No, wrong! ” And so on. “Ok, next one to get it wrong will owe me a favour or ten bucks, I don’t care. TRY harder, people! ”
the curse is lifted! you are no a beast no more! congratulations! but you'll never forget the way they looked at you, will you.
Ted Neeley as Jesus and Carl Anderson as Judas Jesus Christ Superstar (1973), dir. Norman Jewison Original lyrics by Tim Rice
💿⁉️ : cicadas are singing to eightiesbby. dni if you are not part of the choir. leaf owned by diaz ( he / they ) + twenty4. all bugs are coming to town ! 。𖦹°‧ wby .ᐣ
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