cicadaspiel
usually i could care less. i could say less.
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｡:゜᪤｡ open starter — at : break room . ⭑𓂃
Something’s wrong. Maybe it’s the new sugar Clementine got, or is the mug? He should've stuck to his old mug, but he just couldn't find it. Who could he blame then? Emilio, probably, since César saw the preppy asshole eyening the mug with a sort of… desire. Desire to steal. Drinking the coffee again, César felt the urge to scream. What the fuck is wrong with it? He looked to the left, spotting the first person to walk in the break room. “ I need you. ” He voiced, serious as ever. “ Can you taste the coffee I made and explain to me what the fuck is wrong with it? It’s not as good as it should be. Something terrible happened. ”
Are you a monk? César wanted to ask, but he couldn’t find the tone to make the question feel serious enough. Well, he was curious, he wanted to know if Tate’s… ability to see and interpret everything through kind lenses was natural, or an exercise to something bigger. Maybe he wanted to be a priest when he was little, César thought, looking at Tate’s face and noticing – for the very first time – how beautiful he was. I’m drunk, he thought next. “ I sure hope not cuz I don’t wanna see people ruining their fun. ” He rolled his eyes, hating on people who tried to separate fights. “ I mean, look, ” Index finger pointed to the person on the right, the one who was talking lots and screaming bits – LIAR, HOW DARE YOU?, HOUSE –, César snorted, shaking his head. “ What if they, person a, caught person b, ” His finger moved towards the other direction, finding the new target. “ Cheating inside their home? Maybe a threesome? Or worse, maybe cheating plus stealing some shit? That’s nasty work, and b has a nasty worker face. ”
｡:゜᪤｡ 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! ”
｡:゜᪤｡ 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. ”
｡:゜᪤｡ event # 𝟎𝟎𝟏 — in celebration . ⭑𓂃 feat. @girlzpace :
“ You do have this really personal problem with me, don’t you? ” A gun to his head demanding a serious reaction for more than five seconds wouldn’t be enough. César was fighting demons to keep a straight face, arms crossed against his chest, brows touching. “ It is not my fault you pissed yourself, I told you to wear a diaper, you never listen to me… ” The loudest dad laugh ever scared a girl nearby, and César had to stop to apologize and, finally, give his attention back to Genesis in a second; the look on her face suddendly worrying him. If a death threat had eyes... “ ¿Y tú qué miras, meona? Live a little, have a laugh, Jesus. ”
｡:゜᪤｡ 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! ”
｡:゜᪤｡ event # 𝟎𝟎𝟏 — in celebration . ⭑𓂃 feat. @rodecstcr :
“ 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? ”
TAYLOR ZAKHAR PEREZ | Only Natural Diamonds
random hcs, facts, thingz.
He knows how to make great coffee, and maybe it’s a blessed hands kinda situation cuz no amount of explaining will help somebody else learn exactly how he does it;
His mother was a dance teacher for years, which makes him a pretty good salsa dancer ( or just a great dancer in general when he’s high and happy );
Customers can often find little notes inside albums and cds they bought, courtesy of César and his lack of things to do at the store ( usually the message says something like ‘hey this is the previous owner of this rare cd and u are haunted’ or ‘lucky hint for today: stay away from your car’, just4funsies ! )
He can fix pretty much anything, from a broken vinyl record player to a broken pipe;
He drives his mama's car ( aston martin vantage ) when he needs to pick up his sister from school and/or brother from work, but his bike ( yamaha xs750 ) is his fav thing in the whole world ( & yes, she has a name );
His brother was an addict, just like him, but César recovered first and now sponsors the older ( NA meetings are still a weekly thing for him, even though they take place on the previous city they lived in );
He smokes tobacco and marijuana only. No other drugs are allowed near him ( he literally steps away as soon as other substances are mentioned );
His mother’s disease is autoimmune and, since César and his brother got a job, she has been staying at home and focusing on her new hobby ( crocheting ! , so if you are a nice friend to him... yeah, u will get a gift from her );
He had many jobs over the years and lied in every single one of the interviews;
He used to hide his brother’s personal items to teach him about being messy, and now he does the same to his coworkers;
He eats lots of apples and tangerines ( his fav fruits ) and goes for a run in the morning more often than not;
He fakes signatures and autographs pretty well, often lying to customers about albums being rare because of the ( fake ) autograph on the cover;
He’s allergic to bees and latex;
He sucks at physics ( one of the reasons he gave up studying anything engineer related in college );
He plans on getting a degree, but only after his sister gets to high school.
Ted Neeley as Jesus and Carl Anderson as Judas Jesus Christ Superstar (1973), dir. Norman Jewison Original lyrics by Tim Rice
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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.
