💿⁉️ : Cicadas Are Singing To Eightiesbby. Dni If You Are Not Part Of The Choir. Leaf Owned By

mmm oh I can't think about that or I'll die

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.

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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.

Trace Evidence, Charif Shanahan

Source: It is known among the wise

COMPANION (2025) — dir. Drew Hancock

Watching the Detectives (2007) dir. Paul Soter

Perfect Blue (Satoshi Kon, 1997)

Jean Rhys, Smile Please: An Unfinished Autobiography

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“ Sooo… Do you want to try this or…? ” César gestured to the cat, his suspicious – but very sleepy – eyes taking a peak of the two humans in front of him. “ He seems very chill and approachable right now. Does he hate you? Because he likes me, huh, most of the time. ” It was true. Garfunkel liked to listen to César’s whispers about some clients and loved the treats the man provided in secret. In fact, César wished to have some treats right now. A pic for a treat, would that even work? “ You try to hat him and I take the photo? ” He had the Spectra on one hand, the weird hat on the other, the two decisions being offered but only one being begged: please, grab the hat. “ Or do you want to, I don’t know, let rock, paper, scissors be our fate? ”