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relationship headcanons 

♘ for a favorite teacher headcanon -

carrillo’s favorite teacher was probably a teacher in high school, ms. ríos. she was his english teacher. he probably resented having to take english as a foreign language, but she was a cool teacher bc she got his reasons for not wanting to learn it. of course she was still hard on him——didn’t take his bullshit and the typical teenage attitude he probably gave her, but she was fair and that’s what carrillo respected in the end. she was the first teacher he told when he got into college.

☮ for a self headcanon -

relationship headcanons 

☮ for a self headcanon -

the definition of a word is always the story that creates the word for your character, so put a “define ______” in my ask to hear how they learned that concept.

{ ✞ }          Love, for Carrillo, is a crowd. He sees a sea of faces,                      but only a handful stand out. If he's to be completely                      honest, there's only one face if you're talking about                       that kind of love.

                                                      Love for him comes in shades of red. Red                                                      when they meet, red when they fight, red                                                      in good times and in bad, red when he leaves.                                                      The shades of red turn light and dark depending                                                       on the situation. Some are brighter, more vivid                                                       than others.

        He thinks of her as the ashes in the        cigarettes he smokes far too much         for his own good. Red and orange        flickering, smoke filling every bit of         his body. It may have been thirteen         years since they were together, but         he still can't get her smoke out of his        lungs and it'll kill him one day.

                                                     He's been called 'emotionally stunted' by many                                                      a person before and he can own up to that.                                                      Unfeeling, though, he isn't. He coughs as if to                                                     dislodge the smoke that's been absorbed into                                                      his lungs, only to no avail. LOVE has never been                                                     easy to shake off. As the old Bible verse says,

               ❝ Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does                not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others,                 it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps                 no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but                 rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts,                 always hopes, always perseveres.

the definition of a word is always the story that creates the word for your character, so put a “define ______” in my ask to hear how they learned that concept.

{ ✞ }         Faith, if you had asked him years earlier, was nothing                      but smoke and mirrors. Faith was the thing with spikes                      that cut those who held it, even if they clung to it for dear                      life. No one was saved through faith; faith was the currency                     of the destitute, handed out by those who had no need of it                     and whose very existence depended on the faith of the poor.

    He blinks. It isn’t as simple anymore. He still    prefers action to prayer, prefers the rallying    cries of the people to the quiet clink of rosary    beads and the wafting scent of incense. But    now he can’t write it off so quickly, because     doesn’t communism require some bit of faith?    And doesn’t the Church teach that faith is when    the intellect realizes a divine truth and accepts it?     These issues have always been points of    contention for Carrillo, too many conflicting    points than he’s able to make sense of.

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judgement: would your muse ever go back to their most recent ex-lover? 

were the circumstances different, probably. he obviously can't right now, considering he's a priest. but were the circumstances different and they managed to actually get past the issues they had, yeah, he probably would.

the sun: what was the happiest moment of your muse's life? 

already answered!

the moon: has your muse ever had something unexplained happen to them? If so, what?

nothing that he couldn't reason away. 

the tower: what event would trigger your muse's breaking point? 

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the world: what has been your muse's greatest success? 

he doesn't really look at his life in terms of big successes and big failures, but probably the work he did while he was in college, the protests and what not. even if it didn't change many minds, he'd still look at it as a success. really, he'd be more proud of it than anything else.

the sun: what was the happiest moment of your muse's life?