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IF I TOUCH YA… | OS

༘۠ anton x m!reader

༘۠ nonidol! au + swimmer!anton + swimmer!reader + rivals with benefits + angst + nsfw + shower sex + technically public sex

༘۠ a/n: i’m still new to riize, please spare me. i’m sorry if this suck, i’m literally trying to get back into my writing mojo. [i’m trying because shotaro and sungchan redebuted ;( ] angst cus i LOVE angst ;)

“DAMNIT!” you growl, slamming your fist against the shower door.

anton, anton, anton.

that’s the only thing— the only name bouncing around your head. the (beautiful) idiot beat you by a—

“SECOND. A FUCKING SECOND!” you fume, the hot water running down your back doesn’t help, the steam giving you comedic energy with your emotions.

it’s a reoccurring situation, you beat him one day, he beats you another day. yet this whole week he’s been beating you by mere seconds.

“n/n…” his soft voice comes out from outside the shower stall.

“what.” you grunt, angrily scrubbing the shampoo in your hair.

you know he’s standing outside, fidgeting. what you don’t know is how fast his heart is racing, how anxious he is at the sound of you being so angry. he knows you’re competitive, he is too, yet he had always hoped it wouldn’t affect the friendship or companionship he was trying to have with you.

“the hell do you want, lee?”

he takes a deep breath, glancing back at the shower room door. almost everyone had left, except the coach which said he’ll go to his office and watch his anime.

“are you going to sulk like a sore loser or go home de-stressed?”

he jolts when your door flies open with a slam. you’re glaring at him but his eyes fly down, below your hips. he’s not hiding anything, why would he? he came inside the shower room with purpose, no towel on with purpose.

“so that wasn’t a one time thing?” you question, raising a brow.

he hesitates, looking around and playing innocent. “did you want it to?”

he gasps when you yank him by the wrist. he’s genuinely surprised at how fast you accepted the invitation, he thought you’d put up more of a fight but no, clearly you wanted your vengeance. he almost pushes you away, but your lips on his is just a beautiful feeling. this is the only time you actually give him something other than a glare or competitive comments. he’s all bark no bite, this is exactly how you two tangoed the first time, except that time you only took a blowjob from him.

left his throat sore and his tongue felt heavy during the entirety of the next day, the ghost of your dick in his mouth there.

he’s not a virgin, by no means, but he’s never done something this crazy. fucking in the shower room? what if someone forgot their shampoo or something and tries to come in? what if their coach decided to do his job and actually check up on you two for once?

you grip his hips, pushing him against the stall wall, the water still running. your lips are over his neck, nipping and kissing. he gets lost in that sensation, his hands coming up to mess with your wet hair.

your body is hot, the water burning your skin. he’s not a hot shower person, so apart from him already feeling sweaty in your hands, the steam isn’t helping with his libido. he tugs at your hair when you trail down his chest and stomach. his hips twitch forward as you go lower. he’s so hard it’s embarrassing.

“don’t look at me as if i’d help you with it.”

and you embarrass him. of course you do.

“you clean?” you ask as you come back up and eye his plush, wet lips.

his eyes are naturally doe, you almost find it cute. (who are you kidding, it absolutely is. you wanna to destroy him, corrupt him so bad).

“yeah,” his voice is always soft, yet you fell in love with how hoarse and raspy you can make it sound.

“fine, let me show you how much you piss me off,” you growl, placing your hands behind his thighs and swooping him up in one swift movement.

you grunt, forgetting how tall and built this boy is. he cling to you out of fear, his heart racing. this is new to him and doing it with you just brings out a rush he never new he’d experience. yet, despite the arousal and sexual hunger, he eyes you with a hint of perplexion. are you joking? you don’t actually get pissed off at him, right? but of what? him beating you lately or his existence in general?

he can’t ponder about it for more than a mere second before your fingers spread his cheeks apart. he hooks his ankles behind you, securing himself in your hold as you push in. you make a small, almost silent noise when your tip pushes the moist gland.

“h-hold on, grab me right,” he gasps as his arms wrap around your neck again.

“this isn’t easy, idiot,” you huff, “you’re not exactly small or light.”

he closes his eyes when some water drips from the top of his head. yet, when he feels you thrust he snaps them open and gasps.

“fuck, you’re so warm,” you grunt, pulling him down by the hips to slam into him.

it’s taking everything in you to hoist him up and move him. a hardcore arm workout, but one you know you’ll enjoy. you place a soft kiss, contrasting your brutal movements, onto his wet skin, making him moan— his neck is sensitive to kisses. especially with how wet and hot yours are.

from the rush in the moment, you build the pace and stamina to fuck him into the wall. his arms tighten around you, his airy moans echoing softly. he’s trying to be silent just in case, or at least you think. is he always this soft voiced? you grin— could you make him get loud?

you pull out entirely before slamming back inside. his breath hitches and his eyes snap open again.

“ah- oh fuck-!” he squeaks as you slam him down onto you.

his dick flops uselessly between the two of you. your fingers dig into the softness of his flesh in his ass, nails digging into him. you’ll leave marks, he knows it. yet, that’s what he’s hoping for, because where you’ll look at him nasty for doing the drills perfectly or getting praised for his renewed charts , he’ll know those marks happened when you looked at him with something other than hate.

you aim like you’re on a mission, which you are. the wet sound of skin against skin bounces around the shower walls. the running water isn’t loud enough anymore— you’re grunting as you chase your high and anton is letting out high pitched whines.

he presses his cheek against the side of your face. you feel so good, he can feel you splitting him open. he can feel the warmth of your dick inside his equally warm walls.

“y-y/n, you feel so good,” he pants out. “guess you’re good at something.”

fuck. that literally pissed you off. like, maybe not exactly in a way where his words irked you, but in the sense that it drove you to keep proving him right since he clearly wants to be right.

he grunts and moans when you get brutal. you’re growling and digging your nails into his skin.

“ah, ah,” his thighs twitch around your waist, a clear sign he’s getting close and sensitive.

you let out heavy breaths, a gruttal moan leaves your throat as you feel your climax building.

“imagine coach comes in here and sees his best swimmer getting fucked like a slut,” you cackle between your grunts. you feels his hole clench around you and you can’t help but feel amused at that. “you wanna get caught being a slut? what would the school think?” his breathing turns more erratic, “what would your daddy think?”

“fuck- y/n stop,” he tries but you just feel so good slamming into him that he just sounds stupid.

“the district stars fucking in the shower rooms, what a header,” you grin as you push your hips flush into his reddened ass cheeks, spilling deep into him.

he shudders, your warm seed sending him over the edge. he can’t even bask in the post-orgasm for a second because you pull out and set him back on his feet. you feel the pull in your shoulder blades, this is going to be embedded in your muscles for a while. yet you don’t find yourself showing any shred of care for him when you notice how wobbly his legs are.

“just watch, i’ll make sure you become a good fuck more than a good swimmer, lee.” you grunt, stepping out of the shower stall while glaring at him.

his heart aches, but he just throws you a lazy, lustful smile. because he knows that as long as he beats you, you’ll take out your anger on him.

and that would mean he’ll mean something to you. one way or another.

[deepperplexity]

Prompt 19: A Helping Hand [OS]

Pairing: Snape x Fem!Reader

POV: Second, Reader

Setting: Snape Lives AU, set 19th of December 1999 roughly a month after Snape’s return home from the hospital and you have been in love with him for years, sending letters and gifts in secret.

A/N: I feel like we need one more Snape fic this year, don’t you? 🥰 Well, you better bloody well enjoy it ‘cus I damn near keeled over writing this long thing in one sitting - remind me why I keep doing this to myself? I’m short on time, tomorrow the Christmas celebrations start and go all the way until the 25th over here and I’ve been running myself ragged between my two jobs, sorting the house, writing for Rickmas and generally being a wife, a mom, and a human - with all the work that entails in and of itself 😂

Also, don’t be fooled by how sweetly this fic starts 👀

Tags/TW’s: Secret Pining, Teenage Crush Turned Love In Adulthood, Fear, Shortly Mentions [horrible nightmares / fear for another’s safety / violence / blood / slight gore / painful past / terrible history / the war / the dark lord / wanting to die / hospital stay / scars], Shame, Guilt, Going Into Hiding, Embarrassment, Sadness, Mind Reading (Legilimens), Confessions

Abbr.: Y/N - Your Name | Y/L/N - your Last Name

Word Count: 4.2k

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A Helping Hand

This is fantastic, what the bloody hell was I thinking?! The black door with chipped paint loomed before you. It was an ordinary door, of regular height and width, yet it was so large and utterly imposing. I shouldn’t be here, why am I here? It’s not like he’s going to open the door and go ‘oh a Christmas star, how wonderful, come in, come in’, like, no… You adjusted your hold of the red flower in a too-small pot with a green satin ribbon tied at the top of it.

You shivered in the cold wind and your boots had turned slightly soggy with melted snow. They weren’t the best shoes for walking in snow but they were the finest pairs you had and matched perfectly with your dress and cloak of deep green with silver details.

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake, just knock, you idiot!” you hissed at yourself before drawing a steadying breath, reaching your hand up, and knocking far too lightly. It was more of a tapping than a knocking, really. But your hand was already clamped around the pot once more as your heart raced and pixies seemed to have a party in your stomach.

You sighed. This is stupid, he’s not going to open… It wasn’t your first attempt at contacting your previous professor. It had been a few years since you graduated, he might not even remember you despite the letters and gifts you had sent him through the years. The last two years you hadn’t dared to do so though. The world had gone too dark and the rumours of the man’s place as Voldemort’s number one follower hadn’t gone unnoticed.

One more time, you told yourself before reaching up to knock again. This time, a little harder even if it still sounded timid. You held onto the pot in a cramp-like manner as you waited with your heart in your throat and the growing party of pixies in your stomach turning into a rave.

The lock clicked. Then a chain rattled. Your eyes widened as you watched the handle turn and air seemed to evade you as the door slowly creaked open. There he was. Black hair, pale skin, frock and all — just how you remembered him. Almost.

He arched a brow, opening the door further as he found you standing one step down. His eyes went up and down, from your shoes to the Christmas Star flower and then to your face. “Miss Y/l/n?” he drawled, his voice more hoarse than you could remember. “P-professor,” you stammered, suddenly having no idea what to do now that he actually opened the door. “Not anymore,” he said harshly, but his tone wasn’t quite angry or the like. “What can I do for you, Miss Y/l/n?” he continued, his voice clipped and low.

You blinked. “Um, here—” you held out the flower, nearly shoving it into his arms “—it’s a Christmas Star, erh, flower for you,” you continued, feeling mortified as heat crept under your skin. “I can see what it is,” he drawled, looking from the flower to you with eyes betraying none of what he was thinking or feeling. “Why am I receiving it?” he continued. “I— Well, I thought I’d— You see, I— Um, well, yes, that’s a good question,” you rambled, turning warmer in your heavy cloak by the second. “Um, Merry Christmas,” you finally managed to force out while wishing the stone steps below would swallow you whole.

You hadn’t thought it would go like this, you hadn’t thought you’d lose any semblance of speech and thought by just seeing the man again. But, as usual, your teenage habit around the intimidatingly gorgeous man had you tongue-tied and unable to coherently say or think anything.

He was still gorgeous. More ravaged by harsh times, more distant than ever, and less fearsome yet more intimidating with the lack of feelings coming from him. Get yourself together! “Another gift,” he drawled, looking at the flower while he held the bottom of the pot in just one hand. “You have sent me quite a few.” You spluttered, dying of embarrassment it felt like. “I— Well, yes, I did… I’m sorry. Sorry, Professor, I shouldn’t have— and I shouldn’t have come now, you never opened before so I didn’t think you’d— No matter, I’ll leave. Um, Merry Christmas,” you rambled. “Yes, you said that already, miss.” “Oh, right, yes, right, I did. Sorry,” you whispered while burning up from the rushing of your pulse and the searing heat of embarrassment.

You turned to leave, rushing down the stairs without another word. “It’s slippery at the— Careful!” he shouted in a hoarse manner that could barely be classified as more than a murmur in the lone tone. But, it was too late. You flung your arms out, your feet sliding out from under you as you fell helplessly backwards. A crash resonated through the air and with barely a millisecond to spare you levitated in mid-air with your hair gracing the snow below.

You panted and heaved, completely still in the charm he had cast over you with no time to spare. The stone beneath could have cracked your skull, so adrenaline kept rushing through your body even though the danger was over. “T-Thank you,” you said in a stuttering exhale as he straightened you up. As soon as your feet hit the ground and his charm released you you shivered and drew in a deep breath to calm yourself.

“As accident-prone as I remember,” he murmured behind you. “Do you never learn, Y/n?” You turned, only to find him standing in the fully open doorway with the shattered pot and snapped flower at his feet. “Your gift,” you whispered, feeling your lips turn down in a saddened frown. “It took ages to grow that thing and make the pot,” you sighed to yourself. “You grew it?” he asked, making you look up from the mess. “Well, yes, I can’t give you store-bought flowers.” “Why?” he asked, making you scrunch your brows. “Why would anyone do such a thing?” “What do you mean? You saved the world, you must have gotten all kinds of flowers and gifts. I wanted mine to… be something else,” you admitted while looking at the snapped stem and scattered red petals. Your heart ached at the sight, all those months of work and magic you’d poured into it — gone.

Snape aimed his wand at the mess, not a word uttered but his brows scrunched. You sighed. “It can’t be mended…” He looked at you. “Magic?” You shook your head. “No, it can’t be fixed with magic… I grew it in… It doesn’t matter,” you whispered, brushing down your cloak to have something to do with your errant hands that wished to scoop up the broken pieces of your love at his feet. No amount of wand waving would be able to mend either flower or pot — they were impervious to any and all magic.

Snape looked at you, tilting his head ever so slightly before he waved his wand and the broken pieces flitted up into a levitating ball. “Come in,” he said and you damn near lost the capability to breathe. “W-What? Come-, come in? Into your home?” you asked, your voice nearly rude. He looked at you while standing half-turned in the doorway. “Or do not,” he simply stated before you lurched into action. “Slippery,” he reminded harshly and you slowed your climb up the stairs. Your heart and mind had no intention of slowing down though.

The door closed behind you and the gloom of a narrow hallway took over. The scent of him was overwhelming. Your mouth popped open at his back as he moved away from you, towards a door at the end leading to what appeared to be a shabby kitchen in a dull green with chequered flooring.

You scrambled out of your coat, in the gloom your dress glittered like a star-strewn sky and the silvery buckle of your waist-belt shimmered. I can do this, I can absolutely do this, this is what I wanted. Yet your hands shook and your entire body felt strung tightly as you used magic to dry your boots and the hem of your dress. You weren’t about to drag in slush and gravel into the man’s house.

With careful steps, you moved toward the open door where Snape stood by a small table only large enough to seat two people. The kitchen was gloomy as well, and it hadn’t escaped your notice that there were no decorations or hints of Christmas in the house. The man himself stood leant over the remnants of your shattered gift as you stepped up.

“Just throw it out,” you said quietly, despite how it hurt. “It’s rubbish—” “Don’t,” he snarled in that hoarse voice while throwing a harsh glare at you. “It is not rubbish.” You blinked. “Professor, it’s broken. Can’t be mended.” “It’s not Professor anymore,” he muttered. “Then, what do I call you?” He glanced at you, something swept over his features before his shoulders stiffened. “Severus, if you wish. Mr Snape if that is more to your liking.” “Your— I can call you… Severus?” you asked, stunned and floored and bewildered and, well, everything at the same time.

He didn’t reply. You both looked at the broken pot and flower in silence. All the months of work you’d put into it, gone. The endless hours you’d spent teaching yourself to do pottery by hand and the countless failed attempts — it had all been a waste. But, I knew it would be… Even if it hadn’t shattered it wouldn’t have mattered anyway. This was just selfish of me, my own need to tell him I... You couldn’t finish the thought, too many horrid memories crept up just thinking about it. All the tears, the ache in your heart and fear in your gut as times had grown dark years ago.

Severus straightened. “You stopped sending letters,” he said but kept his eyes on the mess atop the table. You looked up at his profile. “Well, yes… I…” You drew a steadying breath, readying yourself to be honest. “I got scared… I knew of your place beside Voldemort, and I suspected your place beside Dumbledore… I couldn’t imagine you ever truly being on the wrong side… But, they took family members, friends, people who—” People who mattered to others… And even if I know I don’t matter to you, they wouldn’t have known that given the letters and gifts…

“So, you read them..?” You almost didn’t want to hear the answer — either way, it would feel weird. He nodded, his hair falling forward. “Many times. You did not sign a single one until the very last, why?” You released a deep breath. “I… I never have and never will think I’m worthy of someone like you.” His eyes widened and he was about to speak but you rushed on. “Don’t worry, I’m not hurt by it. I understand,” you said with a dejected chuckle. “I’m just me, and I was your student, you know I’m nothing special, just average.” “That was many years ago, I only taught your last two years,” he said. The depth of his voice and its new raggedness had a shiver crawl down your spine.

You looked up at him, your arms crossed over your chest in a self-hug and your lips in a small smile both sad and soft in its nature. “Yes, quite, and from that time to now you’ve saved the world, protected children and adults, offered all of yourself with only loss of years to show for it I guess.” “Your point?” he drawled, a deeper darkness to his tone. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring that up, it must be painful for you.” This is going bloody well, absolutely fantastic, can I be more of a damn idiot?

He crossed his arms over his chest, too. Yet, in a harsher manner. “Your point,” he demanded and you instantly felt as if you were being scolded by your professor, a fantasy you were far too shy to ever admit to having had several times during your more lonely nights. “I have nothing, sir,” you whispered. “I’m nothing compared to you. I went into hiding, I didn’t even fight like so many did…” “You wrote of your fear,” he drawled and your shoulders drew upwards, toward your ears in shame. “You stayed alive. More people did that than those who fought against the Dark Lord in battle.” “I hid, I ran away to the north and… I was of no help,” you admitted with a forced smile to hide the shame within your heart.

He glared at you, but it didn’t feel like a glare out of anger. It still had you tensing even more though. How on earth you’d managed to get into such a deep conversation with the man of your dreams — and nightmares — you weren’t sure but you barely dared to breathe for fear of being kicked out of his home.

“War is a terrible thing,” he said quietly. “Many fought. Many lost their lives and loved ones, but more still fled or hid. Staying alive, there is no shame to it, Y/n. No shame.” His words were harsh, unyielding and said in a manner that had you believe he might be speaking equally for your and his benefit. He was still alive, too. “Yeah, maybe…” “No. You should not be ashamed for staying alive.” “One day, maybe I won’t be,” you admitted while a heaviness seemed to blanket the room.

Severus glanced from you to the broken pot and flower once more. “Perhaps a helping hand is all we need when times are the hardest,” he said in no more than a whisper. “Your letters… they were, important to me.” You gulped down a lump that had formed in your throat. “They were..?” “Yes.” He seemed to soften next to you. “I feared you had died, when it all stopped… Seeing your name in the last letter, I cannot tell you how it affected me when I realised no more would come.”

I affect him? You weren’t sure what to say to that. You hadn’t ever imagined that you meant anything to the brave man, yet here he stood and said the opposite. But perhaps it was more of a comfort thing, a friendship thing. You shivered, your shoulders shaking. It wasn’t any help that the house was quite chilly.

“Come,” he said, turning and leaving the kitchen before you had barely reacted. You stumbled after him with a final glance at the shattered love left on his little kitchen table. He led you into a sitting room while your mind kept spinning with questions of what he thought of you, what he felt, how much he had cared when he thought you had died. Don’t go there. You had imagined far too many times that he had met a slow, painful death. Far too many nightmares had forced you awake with a scream as his death and torture were featured within your own mind.

“Sit,” he said before flicking his wand to light the fireplace. “I shall bring some tea.” A wave of warmth washed over the room and the golden light of the flames had shadows dancing all around. “Tea? Oh, thank you,” you said in a shocked rush as you sat yourself down on the two-seat sofa. He disappeared out the doorway and you were left looking around the room with the growing memories of all the nights and days you had been a complete mess, absolutely in shambles, over the man whose house you were now in.

Your eyes zeroed in on the fire as you squeezed your own biceps. He was different from how you remembered him, both in a good and bad way. Despite the harrowing life he had led, he was still the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes upon, and despite the slight hint of a scar that shouldn’t be there at all at the very top of his throat and the hoarse voice, you found him perfect. He was darker, he was harsher and more reserved in his behaviour but he talked with you and there was something about him that hadn’t changed at all.

You squeezed your biceps again, the memories coming unfiltered of all those times you had cried yourself to sleep or woken up screaming in horror. Your head swam with images of a bloody Severus, of broken limbs and a twisted neck. Gurgling breaths and wheezing noises. You barely held onto reality and the roaring fire attempting to warm you. Being in his house, and seeing him again after all these years, kicked everything to the forefront and you couldn’t get a handle on your emotions or mind.

You drew a stuttering breath, closing your eyes to try and banish the horrors of the past as they multiplied — both false nightmares and memories of re-tellings in the news of Severus’s heroic actions that had only led him to experience pain and suffering for Merlin knew how long. Get it together, get it together, you told yourself over and over as you drowned in the raging flood released by the very realisation that it was all over — that he was safe. Out of reach, but safe and alive.

You jolted up from the sofa at the sound of porcelain breaking and scattering. “Severus?” you called out, your voice shrill and your heart in an uproar. “Severus?” you called again before rushing toward the kitchen, in the direction of the noise. But you stopped short in the hallway where he stood with open hands and a mess of broken teacups and steaming water at his feet.

He looked at you with ghastly pale skin and slightly heaving breaths. “Are— Severus, are you okay? What happened?” you asked while walking up toward him, your pain and fears from the past forgotten for a moment at the sight of him. “What�� was that?” he asked in a dark whisper. “What was what?” you asked, spinning around to look down the hallway, was there something in the house? No, you couldn’t see anything. “There’s nothing there.”

You turned back toward Severus, his eyes eerily fixated on you. Then you felt it. A prodding sensation and a presence in your mind that wasn’t supposed to be there. “What are you—” Your temples strained and your hand flew up to your forehead. “That,” he snarled as you saw flickers of so many horrid memories revolving around him flash in your head as he scoured through it all. You couldn't push him out, his skill was too great. “S-stop,” you pleaded. “That’s private,” you continued while looking away from him.

Embarrassment, shame, hurt, it all filled your chest as he retreated from your mind and left a palpable void where he had been a second ago. “T-That’s private,” you whispered, holding back tears as your back curved under the weight of your shame. Severus had gone through literal hell for years on end where your imagination had only brushed the surface — yet it was more than you could handle and he had had to live through it all, and possibly far worse things than you could imagine. Your fear and anguish was false, and in the presence of true bravery and strength, you wished to vanish and never come out of hiding ever again.

“You cried, for me?” he asked, so quietly you could barely hear it. “Please, I’m ashamed enough as it is…” you whispered while turning your back on him to wipe away the tears refusing to stop now that they had begun to spill over. “Ashamed,” he said as if tasting the word for the first time. You tensed. “I’m sorry, I— I shouldn’t have come to see you,” you whispered while snivelling as quietly as you could. “I’m sorry,” you forced out before bolting toward the door with a suffocated cry, grabbing your cloak in passing before gripping the door’s handle and tugging.

It didn’t budge. You tugged again, twisting one way and then the other but it wouldn’t open. Let me out, please, please let me out. You couldn’t stand the shame, the fear, the unwanted longing you were filled with for the man behind you. Through all the pain, the fear, through everything, all you had wanted was to hold him tight and make sure he was safe. It was selfish, it was ridiculous, it was unrequited and a lost cause.

You snivelled and spluttered a cry. “Please, let me out,” you whimpered while tugging on the door again. “I can’t do this,” you cried quietly. But two large hands atop your shoulder had you gasping a breath as you were spun around in a rush, your back pushed against the unyielding door with strength you stood no chance against.

“You cried for me,” he whispered. You couldn’t look him in the eye. “I’m sorry.” A gusted breath fanned your face as he snarled. “No. You cannot be sorry for that,” he said with finality. “Do not apologise for caring enough to shed tears for an unwanted man.”

You glanced up through the tears, the view of him hazy despite how close his face was to yours. “I’m sorry,” you said again. “I’m so sorry.” “Don’t.” “I was useless,” you cried quietly. All the shame, the guilt, the pain welled up further. “Useless…” You snivelled and gripped your dress so harshly you could feel your nails through the fabric. His hands hardened around your trembling shoulders. “You cried for me,” he repeated — as if he was as stuck in his mind as you were.

You had no time to react before he sank before you, his knees thudding to the floor ominously as his hands slipped down your arms only to hold on to your wrists. “I thought you were dead,” he murmured with his face tilted toward the floor. “The letters, the gifts… I thought I had lost my chance,” he continued while his hands hardened to the point of pain around your wrists. But you felt him tremble, heard his voice waver, felt the coldness of sadness seep from him and into you.

“What chance?” you asked, barely able to breathe when he tilted his head back only to view you with tear-lined eyes. The onyx colour appeared black in the gloom. “To tell you…” “T-Tell me? W-What?” you managed to force out between snivelling breaths and clogging cries. “You matter to me. You… are important, to… me,” he said darkly and forcibly through gritted teeth as his hands clamped around your wrists and a bewildered look filled his eyes while the rest of him remained utterly harsh. “But I can’t be,” you whispered. “I did nothing.” “You saved me,” he snarled.

Your breath hitched as he tugged on your wrists, forcing you down on your knees before him. His hands gripped your shoulders anew, steadying you before you would have fallen face-first into his chest. “Your words saved me, your gestures, you have no idea what you did for me,” he ground out. “Do not think, for a second, you are useless, Y/n. If it weren’t for you… I am the one who should feel shame.” “What? No! You saved the world!” He glared at you. “Only barely.” “That doesn’t matter. You did it.” “Because of you. I could not… I could not fail when I thought you had died because of what the Dark Lord persisted for.” He was so calm in the next second. As if, somehow, he found control again while you spiralled and kept snivelling and whimpering cries.

Your body sagged under the weight of his words. “But, I am nothing to the world—” “You are important to me,” he interrupted. “And until you sent that card to St. Mungos, I had believed you dead — as I had wished to be.” “Severus, no, no,” you cried, instinctively reaching up to grasp at his chest. He allowed the touch, reaching around to pull you closer. “You saved the world, and then you saved me. All you had to do was stay alive, and you did. Nobody has a right to ask for anything more than that, yet, I will…”

You leaned back, a snivelling and trembling mess before him. He reached up and wiped your cheeks with the back of his chilly fingers even if the tears just kept on coming. “Let me know you, Y/n.” You held his gaze. “You know me better than anyone, what I told you in those letters are things I haven’t told anyone…” His eyes widened, his fingers tensed and then he pulled you closer by your waist. “Stay,” he said.

You buried your face in his chest, beyond emotional and out of control. You trembled and shook, your brain misfired and had you scrambling for the connection with your voice to speak the only word you wished. Instead, you cried into his chest and grasped at his clothes with clawing strength. He held you closer, his embrace firm and warm. “Stay. Gift me what I thought I had lost forever…” “A-and, w-what, is that..?” you said between snivels and rushed breaths. “You… A chance to be with the woman who saved the world through me…” It was too much, yet you managed to find your voice. “Never let go,” you whispered. “Never.”

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A/N: Well, this made me emotional.

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[wisemins]

Thinkin about how im a literal menace in my sleep in every single aspect you could think of and how my f/os would handle me bcus there is absolutely no escaping it

i take up space, i steal blankets, i snore like a DOOR STOPPER (as my irl gf claims), i drool, SLEEP PARALYSIS, i sleep talk frequently and i look AWAKE when i do it so it's creepy as shit, I will even say that i'm awake when im very much not awake. i've also been known to choke out my gf with cuddles in her sleep cus i get some secret autism strength awakened when in deep sleep????? whats wrong w me yall.

I know some of my f/os are just as bad as me so we can just unknowingly clash with each other all night which is fun, but boy do i have some *light* sleepers on my list who would be on the struggle bus w me IFOJASOIFD

[sips-tea-cutely]

heyy soo you know that other request where kokichi was masturbating to his s/os scent yeah id like to request that with shuichi instead if its not too much trouble thankss

Shuichi masturbating to his s/o’s scent

notes: TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF AND SPIN IT AROUND-

NSFW warnings: masturbation, voyeurism

time stamp: 1 day before the time limit, chapter 1

reader’s ultimate: ultimate seamstress

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

#Shuichi Saihara

shuichi is stressed™️

he and kaede had been setting a plan to catch the mastermind

yet everyone else had been acting like they weren’t going to die tomorrow

example one: kokichi lighting shuichi’s hat on fire so he HAS to take it off

so now, hatless shuichi is on his way to the ultimate seamstress’ lab because kirumi is too busy whooping kokichi’s ass

“uh, s/o. i don’t mean to bother, but can you make me a new hat? kokichi burned mine as a ‘prank’.”

“oh, shuichi! sure, i’ll recreate it for you.” you smile because it’s shuichi fucking saihara

——————

"wow, it looks great! thank you, s/o." he smiled, admiring... the hat lmao

"it was fairly easy, you don't have to thank me."

"but i do! you still took the time and effort for me! is there any way to thank you?"

"no, really, you don't have to!"

"I insist"

"alright... if I can think of anything, I'll tell you."

he kissed you on the cheek and left lol

he fell onto his bed, tired of talking to people, and sniffed his new hat.

the scent of waterlily and sakura delighted him. it was a nice mix

it was until later he got horny.

he's just saying 'no! that'll just degrade both s/o's and my dignity!!' but his dick is saying otherwise.

so he thinks 'okay, maybe just this once to stop it from- doing that' ohh boy *evil kokichi sprite*

he unzips his jeans and takes off his checkered boxers, releasing his erection.

i shyily rubbed the tip, slightly moaning.

he put his palm against the base and started pumping

he let out multiple moans and quiet groans while panting your name.

"hngh, s-s/o..."

"shuichi?" FUCK he got so horny he didn't lock his door.

"shuichi? it's dinner time. you should hurry, kirumi made carbonara, you wouldn't want to miss it!"

what little s/o didn't expect to see was shuichi jerking off

he put his hat on "i- uh.. it's not what it looks like I promise!"

"y'know.. i found a way you could thank me." you pull out the chair from his study desk and sat down

"i-i uh, alright.." he sighed, still kinda dazed.

he started pumping slightly faster, covering his moans with his arm.

'hey, c'mon. i locked the door, don't cover them up"

he hesitantly lowered his arm and felt his pre-cum starting to go down.

"hngh! i-i cu-..." he barely got the words out as he came with a groan

"i think we could be a few minutes late to dinner.."

[sugar-and-pearls]

anemone, dahlia, tulip, marigold, zinnia, lily, & peony ~ rebeccaselfships

Thank you!!

anemone - in ten words or less, describe the dynamic between you and your f/o.

With Alucard its - “ big, scary guardian with his small time traveling moral compass”

dahlia - what song and/or song lyric do you most associate with your f/o?

As cheesy as it might sound I associate the song “As I Am” by Heather Dale with Dominic. just the whole vibe the song gives reminds me of him. Especially the lines

��For here I am no leader, I am just a humble man And I only ask you take me, you take me as I am”

and 

“Don't take me out of duty, don't take me out of pride Just take me if the man you see is one you'd stand beside” 

  tulip - go to your f/o's wiki page and quote your favorite part of it.

So on Chise’s wiki page at trivia it says “Chise has a hard time making sleep potions, but she can easily put someone to sleep with a lullaby” which I find so interesting because it could mean that she might have a talent for song magic, plus it also links into the nickname that the fae give her; Robin

marigold - what is your favorite picture, video, and/or moment of your f/o?

There are so many that I could choose for Cardan, but my favourite is actually a qoute from him to his lady love Jude. Its such a beautiful speech to me cus I think it gives a bit more insight to Cardan and how his walls are down now.

“It’s you I love,” he says. “I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn’t have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.” He walks to the door to the royal chambers, as though to end the conversation. “You probably guessed as much,” he says. “But just in case you didn’t.”

zinnia - how often do you think about your f/o? do they live in your head rent free or do you not think about them for months on end before suddenly hyperfixating on them nonstop for a week?

Hmm a lot of my f/os just stay in my head, which is why I ended up making this

https://sugar-and-pearls.tumblr.com/post/650539078951010304/if-your-mind-was-a-slice-of-life-anime-who-would

but since then Oberon and Titania have also made their way in too. Like I will just be sitting, eating my breakfast and this arsehole

will pop in head, saying something along the lines of “ why are you not up yet? lets walk barefoot in the sunlight and steal blond children” while I try and blink away the sleep in my eyes. I love my Grandfather but he is a handful, lord only knows where I get it from?

lily - what would you say is the color scheme of you and your f/o?

For Dabi I see lots of blues, light purples, and black for the two of us

peony - how many images, gifs, and videos of your f/o do you have saved to your gallery?

I have so many gifs of  Oberon and Titania that it isn't even funny any more. all together I have like, 9 I think

[momo-de-avis]

Li o artigo e porra do cds ecompanhia am i right ladies? Chega a um ponto em q o odio deixa de ser "odio do desconhecido" e mais odio completamente escolhido, transfobia e o segundo caso. Mas esta lei made my day!!!! P.s. espero mesmo q comecem a ensinar a "ideologia de genero" (o q e q isso quer dizer lmao, a hipocrisia deste termo e qlq coisa) e toda a agenda lgbtq+ na escola pq oof por experiencia propria precisamos

Isto nao tem nada a ver com o desconhecido. Este pessoal sabe perfeitamente de que e que esta a falar, sabe perfeitamente qual e o objectivo, e estao a usar este argumento como door stop ou como e q se chama: usas um argumento deslavado (ideologias de gênero ensinadas na escola) com infos falsas (as escolas vao meter meninos em wcs de meninas e vice versa) e utilizas isso para dizer um argumento que ate toca no senso comum (nao podemos submeter crianças a situações de vulnerabilidade sexual) mas que na verdade mascara a intenção conservadora (odeio malta lgbtq deus quer a familia tradicional etc). E preciso ter cuidado com isto por causa disso. Eles sabem perfeitamente o que e q estao a fazer e estao a usar esta tatica ora chegar aos ouvintes menos informados e os Homens Moderados que nao fazem fact check e so leem o cabeçalho da noticia

Isto na verdade é só um despacho, se n estou enganada, nao tem o peso de decreto lei, pensa como um incentivo que esta a ser introduzido por fim a no futuro ser regularizado

E é como a senhora do artigo, a mãe da Leonor, diz: isto não e novo. Há muitas escolas e outras instituições de jovens que ja seguem aqueles princípios. o governo esta apenas a tentar assegurar que uma mudança positiva seja instituída

O que nos vale é que a malta de direita é tao cu e tao estupida que no desespero de querem falar sobre os seus valores de familia fazem no atraves de hentai de lolita no Twitter portanto e tipo, booboo the clown

[queenajg]

Un heraldo de la publicidad local de Amazon?

Suscríbase a nuestros resúmenes diarios del panorama de marketing de búsqueda en constante cambio. Nota: Al enviar este formulario, acepta los términos de Third Door Media Respetamos su privacidad Evolución de los anuncios de productos de Amazon: ¿Un presagio de la publicidad local de Amazon? Ya sea que venda o no productos en Amazon, comprender cómo está evolucionando la compañía en sus productos de publicidad debe estar en su radar. Adam Dorfman el 3 de diciembre de 2018 a las 12:37 pm Más Google está teniendo un cuarto trimestre en bruto. Solo octubre fue un mes horrible para una de las marcas más reconocidas del mundo. En la víspera de una inauguración de hardware importante, Google se convirtió en el centro de atención por las razones incorrectas: El Wall Street Journal informó que Google expuso datos privados de cientos de miles de usuarios en Google+ y luego ocultó noticias de la violación por temor a sufrir una reacción violenta como Facebook tuvo por sus propios problemas de privacidad de datos. A raíz de la historia, Google dijo que cerrará las versiones para consumidores de Google+. CNBC informó que algunos anunciantes están transfiriendo la mitad de sus presupuestos de búsqueda de Google a Amazon, a medida que Amazon incrementa sus productos publicitarios y continúa creciendo en popularidad como un motor de búsqueda independiente. Y más adelante en el mes, Alphabet, la matriz de Google, experimentó una caída en el valor de sus acciones luego de que los ingresos de la compañía no cumplieran con las expectativas de los inversores. Amazon ascendente De estas noticias, la aparición de Amazon es más importante para las empresas locales. La violación de datos, y la reacción de Google a ella, es una vergüenza para Google, pero esa tormenta se calmará. Como consecuencia, Google surgirá como una empresa más fuerte con (controles cruzados) mejores controles de privacidad. Además, Google+ ha estado languideciendo durante años, y Google retiró el enchufe de las versiones para consumidores durante los próximos diez meses, lo cual tiene poca importancia para Google y podría permitirles invertir más en las funciones sociales de Google My Business. También se debe tener en cuenta que los problemas del mercado de valores no eran exclusivos de Alphabet. Todos los grandes titanes tecnológicos estaban sufriendo. Por otro lado, el surgimiento de Amazon como una plataforma de publicidad subraya la realidad de que Google enfrenta una competencia más fuerte con sus productos publicitarios principales. Para estar seguros, Google tiene una participación mucho mayor en el mercado de publicidad en línea que Facebook y Amazon, y Google representa el 37.1 por ciento del mercado, Facebook, 20.6 por ciento, y Amazon, 4.1 por ciento. Pero Amazon no ha sido un participante activo de publicidad en línea desde que Google lo ha hecho. En 2018, Amazon finalmente empaquetó una serie de productos publicitarios que iban desde anuncios publicitarios hasta anuncios de video. La evolución de una plataforma publicitaria. Como era de esperar, la mayoría de las ofertas de Amazon solo tienen sentido si vende productos en Amazon. Pero, por supuesto, muchas empresas nacionales y locales tienen presencia en Amazon, lo que hace imposible que Google elimine la evolución de Amazon como una plataforma de publicidad. Como informó CNBC, algunos anunciantes están transfiriendo más de la mitad del presupuesto que normalmente gastan con la búsqueda de Google a los anuncios de Amazon, por un monto de cientos de millones de dólares, según ejecutivos de varias agencias de medios ”. CNBC continuó informando: Un ejecutivo de una gran agencia dijo que algunas marcas consideran los anuncios de búsqueda de Google "y quieren que sus presupuestos se transfieran a Amazon porque se relaciona directamente con las ventas. Alrededor del 49 por ciento de las búsquedas de productos comienzan en Amazon, según Survata Otro dijo que los clientes aprecian que Amazon es una experiencia de compra perfecta. El uso de un anuncio de búsqueda de Google para llevar a una compra puede requerir que una persona configure una cuenta e ingrese la información de su tarjeta de crédito en un sitio web separado. Especialmente para las marcas más pequeñas, no hay realmente una ventaja entre vender directamente al consumidor en lugar de vender a través de Amazon. Es solo una cuestión de tiempo antes de que Amazon amplíe sus ofertas para que las empresas también realicen anuncios fuera de Amazon. En algunos casos, las empresas ya pueden Por ejemplo, los anuncios gráficos pueden aparecer no solo en Amazon sino también en los sitios operados y de propiedad de Amazon, como IMDB y Twitch. Una vez más, estos son solo anuncios de productos en este momento, pero imagínese cuán poderoso podría llegar a ser Amazon si la compañía también ofrece servicios de publicidad localizados. Hacerlo podría ayudar a Amazon a obtener una porción de publicidad basada en la ubicación. Recursos clave Qué deben hacer las empresas Para hacer que su marca sea más visible y rentable en el mundo en línea, sugiero que las empresas refuercen sus relaciones con los principales editores de datos y agregadores de datos que ejercen una influencia excesiva. Me refiero a estos negocios como amplificadores de datos que usualmente cito como principales editores de Apple, Bing, Facebook, Foursquare y Google, pero es justo asumir que eventualmente Amazon se agregará a esta lista, incluso si es dentro de unos años. Independientemente de si vende productos en Amazon, entender cómo está evolucionando la compañía, sus productos publicitarios deben estar en su radar. Mientras tanto, combine tácticas orgánicas y pagas para que sean visibles donde los clientes lo estén buscando, y aproveche las herramientas que proporcionan los editores. A continuación se explica por qué una relación es importante: las herramientas continúan evolucionando, y una asociación garantiza que usted será consciente desde el principio cuando esas herramientas estén en desarrollo. Por ejemplo, como señaló CNBC, Google Shopping es un motor de búsqueda de productos que ayuda a las personas a encontrar artículos para comprar en línea, con Target, Walmart y Costco entre sus socios. Google Shopping compite cara a cara con Amazon Marketplace. La temporada de compras navideñas será intrigante: tanto Amazon como Google lucharán arduamente por su parte de lo que se espera que sea un gasto de vacaciones fuerte. Veamos quien gana la mano superior.

[floralmotif]

Edit Annotating some of 9.06

Ok, so I was looking through Mick’s last scene in 12.17 but I got distracted by the blocking... and Homeward Bound. I also still have to rewatch 12.18 again to finish that post, but @obsessionisaperfume talked about 9.06 and it intrigued me to have a look again since it does heavily remind me of the current arc with Cas. It’s also on Netflix so yay not dealing with ads. I had used this lens before but actually writing it down showed some interesting patterns. Have 3 scenes from 9.06 with Cas and Dean annotated with editing.

As before, bold text doesn’t necessarily mean important, it just means coverage. Not in coverage is a reaction shot. I’ll note inserts of other things but  there really aren’t many. These scenes are all pretty focused.

Some notes about these scenes: There is a lot of OTS (over the shoulder). This shot is often used to show connection and closeness. Having a character in 2D space OTS minimizes the space between the characters in the shot. It also builds a connection and sense of space. Some of these shots could be considered a 2 shot, but they sort of osculate between 2 shot and OTS.

Both denote connection, the 2 shot says that what’s happening from both characters is important.(unless the focus is the environment or space. You can usually tell which is being used when in practice) In western film, if the shot is close, the subject is important, if the subject is far, the environment or space is important. People generally take a more individualistic approach in western cinema, so if someone is in the shot with another character, it probably means something. It could mean that whatever is happening affects both of them, or it could mean that they are the only couple in the crowd. It depends on the narrative.

Scenes below with notes:

1) [2 shot mid, profile] CASTIEL Good day, ma'am. [mid-close OTS] (CASTIEL gives her an emphatic thumbs-up, and says very intensely:) And good luck!

[Technically 2 shot, focus shifts from customer to Dean]

[Quick insert of mid-close Cas for reaction]

DEAN I'll have some beef jerky and a pack of menthols.

[Camera lingers on Dean]

[Mid close]CASTIEL ...What are you doing here?

[OTS mid close] DEAN Gee, it's nice to see you, too, Cas.

[OTS mid close]CASTIEL It's … Steve now. (gesturing towards his employee name tag) And... uh, you surprised me.

[OTS mid close]DEAN Well, the feeling is mutual. I mean, I knew you had to lay low from the angel threat, but, uh, wow. This is some cover.

[OTS mid close on Cas, he crosses behind the register. The camera settles in an OTS pos]

[OTS mid on Dean, cuts to OTS mid close on Cas’ coverage. Cas’ profile can be seen during Dean’s coverage.]

CASTIEL My Grace is gone. What did you expect? Do you have any idea how hard it was? When I fell to earth, I didn't just lose my powers. [cuts to OTS mid close on Dean] I –

 [cuts back to OTS mid close on Cas] I had nothing. Now... I'm a sales associate.

[OTS mid] DEAN A sales associate?

The beer delivery guy hands "Steve" a clipboard from out of frame. Cas reaches for before Dean can continue.

[Hand into frame] DELIVERY GUY Hey, Steve. Sign here?

[Mid 2 shot of Dean and Cas across from each other in profile with the counter between them. Delivery guy partially obstructs our sightline of Dean. Dean is not pleased with his blocking being blocked.

CASTIEL takes the clipboard and signs it, continuing to speak to DEAN.

[OTS close mid] CASTIEL I'm responsible for inventory, sales, customer service. I keep this place – (he hands the clip board to the delivery guy, who says "Thank you" and leaves) – Thank YOU (to the delivery guy) – clean and presentable. And when my manager's busy, I even prepare the food.

[OTS close mid] DEAN Wow. So you went from fighting … heavenly battles to nuking taquitos?

[OTS close mid] CASTIEL (nodding) Nachos too.

Scene.

^Notes about the scene above:

The shots make the characters seem a lot closer to each other except when it pulls back to the master and a couple of high angle OTS shots.

Dean and Cas being interrupted by the delivery guy is interesting. It kind of shows a sudden amount of space between them from what was a series of very close shots in 2D space.

The dialogue that’s given importance when it’s on coverage is generally regarding Cas’ job and humanity. Off coverage is reaction shots mostly. This editor seems to mostly cut around dialogue, or cut like mad. Check this out:

CAS: What are you doing here?

DEAN: Gee, it's nice to see you, too, Cas.

CAS: It's … Steve now. you surprised me.

DEAN: low from the angel threat, but, uh, wow. This is some cover.

CAS: how hard it was? When I fell to earth, I didn't just lose my powers. I had nothing. Now... I'm a sales associate. DEAN: A sales associate?

CAS: I keep this place – Thank YOU – clean. I even prepare the food.

DEAN: Wow. So you went from -  to nuking taquitos?

CAS: Nachos too.

----Interesting. Next!

2) Cas walks out of the Gas n Sip storage room [Master tracking mid 2 shot, follows Cas], Cas is annoyed.

DEAN: This is not you man, you are above this. C’mon!

CASTIEL: No Dean, I’m not.

[Ots Close] CASTIEL (cont.) I failed at being an angel... everything I ever attempted came out wrong. But here, at least I have a shot of getting things right.

[OTS close 2 shot, Dean in focus] Castiel (cont.) I guess you can’t see it, but... there’s a real [back to Cas’ ots close] dignity in what I do. A human dignity.

[OS to 3 shot mid wide] NORA: I hate to interrupt you guys but Steve, a customer had an accident in the men’s room.

[OTS mid 2 shot of Dean and Cas] CASTIEL: I’m on it.

[CAS OTS mid] NORA: Oh, and tonight. 7 at my place work for you?

[Back to the Dean/Cas OTS mid 2 shot] CASTIEL: Great.

[Close mid] NORA: You’re the best.

[Mop OTS mid 2 shot] DEAN: That’s what this i-[cuts to OTS close when he looks to Cas] -s about.

(Agh, the way Dean looks during this part of the scene is really similar to how he looks in the diner in 12.12 during his “support” there too)

[OTS mid close] CASTIEL: What?

[OTS mid close] DEAN: A girl.

[OTS mid close] CASTIEL: No, Dean. It’s not. Nora... She’s a very nice woman. [shot cuts to include more of Cas and a closer shot of Dean] I’m pretty sure she’s not a reaper intent on killing me... and she’s asked me out. Going on dates is something humans do right?

[CU Dean’s focus with Cas in profile] DEAN: Yeah, I mean my dates usually end when I run out of singles but yeah.. it’s something that.. humans do.

(Dean��s phone starts to ring)

[Master tracking mid 2 shot, follows Dean] DEAN: This is agent Lee Ermey. I’ll be right there.

[2 shot, Dean’s focus, Close mid CAS] DEAN: There’s another kill. Up at the highschool. You coming?

[OTS Close mid] I wouldn’t be much use, and I don’t have my powers.

[Dean’s focus mid close with close Cas’ profile] DEAN: So? I’ve never had powers.

[OTS mid close] CASTIEL: You are a hunter.

[Dean’s focus mid close with close Cas’ profile] DEAN: You’re a hunter in training, remember?

CASTIEL: Yeah, I remember. [cut to OTS mid close] you said I sucked.

[2 shot mid Dean’s focus, mid close Cas] DEAN: I didn’t say that. I said that there was uh, uh... you know, room for improvement. Come on!

[Master OTS 2 shot mid Cas focus] CASTIEL: *sigh* alright, my shifts over in 5 mins and my date’s not until later so..

[OTS mid close] DEAN: That a boy. I’ll go get the car. (pats Cas on the arm)

CASTIEL: Not just yet.

[OTS mid close] CASTIEL: I have to clean the bathroom.

Scene.

Some notes: Again, coverage dialogue involves stuff regarding humans and dignity.

This scene’s closest shots are of Dean when he decides Nora is the reason for Cas’ dignity. Dean is not pleased about it. It really reminded me of the diner scene in 12.12. Seriously, watch those scenes back to back, it’s freaky.

The mop gets a OTS mid wide 2 shot... Cas has a connection to the mop... Damnit director.

Cas and Dean sort of have their own space throughout the scene. We enter their “space” by following Cas’ track. We exit it briefly following Dean’s track when he gets the call. He goes back and we end the scene in the space but Cas exits it.

-----Onward!

3) [Wide of the Impala] DEAN: Cas.

[OTS mid. Most of Dean can be seen with Cas. Cas focus] DEAN: Wait.

[OTS close] DEAN: I can’t let you do this.

[OTS mid close] CASTIEL: What?

[OTS close] DEAN: You’re gonna wear that on a date?

[OTS mid close] CASTIEL: This is all I have, Dean.

[OTS mid. Most of Cas can be seen with Dean focus] DEAN: Okay. Uh.. lose the vest.

[Mid close, 2 shot, Cas focus] CASTIEL:  What are you-?

[Focus shifts to Dean at the end of his line] DEAN: Lose the vest. Come on.

[Mid close on Cas. He’s taking the vest off] DEAN: That’s a little better. Alright.

[OTS close] DEAN: And now your buttons. Why don’t you unbutton it?

Insert Mid of Cas undoing the buttons.

[OTS close] DEAN: Okay. That- that’s far enough, Tony Manero.

[OTS close] DEAN: Uh.. Yeah. Good. All right. Listen to me.

[OTS mid close] DEAN: Always open the door for her, okay?

[OTS mid with Cas’ profile] DEAN: Ask a lot of questions. They like that. And uh.. oh, if she says she’s happy to go Dutch? She’s lying.

[OTS mid close] DEAN: All right?

[OTS mid with Cas’ profile] Go get ‘em, Tiger.

The focus shifts from Dean to Cas and back to Dean. We can see Dean watching Cas leave.

Cas steps out of the Impala with Dean still watching. Dean watches the rest of the scene play out and gives Cas encouragement.

Cas approaches the house intercut with Dean’s PoV. We get a close shot of Dean watching him.

Heh, Dean tries to leave after being waved off but a truck with the brown and cream motif Cas’ current truck has, blocks him.

Scene.

^Ok, that scene there. Serious 11.23 vibes. Like, I had them before but man. I just watched the scene 4 times and agh. Dean even handles it more or less the same way. He leads in, and then backtracks. That was a long ass pause, and yeah, it may have been a joke, but there are only so many close shots you wanna doll out in a scene. These are the only close shots. All of them have coverage dialogue except the last one:

[OTS close] DEAN: I can’t let you do this.

[OTS close] You’re gonna wear that on a date?

[OTS close] DEAN: And now your buttons. Why don’t you unbutton-

[OTS close] DEAN: Uh.. Yeah. Good. All right. Listen to me.

[OTS close] DEAN: Tony Manero.

Close of Dean watching Cas approach the house.

By the way, that last one? It probably wouldn’t exist if it didn’t mean something. If there wasn’t some reason to show that close up, they probably wouldn’t have. They likely have tons of footage from different setups of that scene. They chose that shot. Why?

Actually, this entire episode feels that way. Especially that scene. Scenes are supposed to go through a -/+ emotional change or a +/- change. So.. what changed in the scene emotionally? What purpose did it serve in the ep overall? In the arc overall? What purpose did this ep serve?

Obviously, I can’t really know about the intent for any of this, but it really seems like Dean has a thing for Cas and vise versa by the editing. Not only that, but this ep is just saturated with romance film tropes.

Some of s12 really feels like an exploration of some of the concepts of this ep. Not sure if intentional, but it’s sure there.

Oh, and @obsessionisaperfume, if you wanted different scenes, just let me know.

[kuhnertjournal]

Week 8 : Industrial Design

Indian Motorcycle (Image)

My Indian is one of my favorite designs that I have in my life. This bike is mostly produced on an assembly line as a mass-produced object. The paint is one of a kind though! The design aspects of this bike are a largely sized headlight so the rider can see, lower covers over the tires to avoid rock kicks, and even a higher set of handlebars for the rider to have control. The seat has a larger base for both small and large riders. The engine is one of the largest made for riders of higher experience if they want, and the exhaust system is made so that it will not make the rider go deaf! Many points of universal and industrial design are present in this object.

 Lenovo Yoga (Image)

This is my laptop that I am currently using to write this journal entry. It was designed and manufactured with many other just like it, so nothing unique. It is a silver Lenovo Yoga with a i7 core, Windows 10 OS. The screen is large enough with magnification capabilities for those hard of seeing if necessary. The OS is fast enough that it can keep up with most anything that the user may throw at it application or program wise. The keyboard is large enough that even those of us with the largest of hands can type!

Cologne (Sketch)

The design that was put into my cologne bottle is also a great example of design. The bottle is designed with a larger body so that any size of hand could grip it. The spray top is located just close enough to the top of the bottle that it can be operated with either hand by itself without using another. The body has curves embedded so that it is also easier to grab. The top has a grip of some kind engraved in it for easier holding purposes as well.

 iPhone XR (Sketch)

This is the queen bee of designs for some people, they absolutely cannot live without these things because of how convenient designer teams have made them! My particular phone is a red iPhone XR with a black, rubbery otter box case around it. There is a power button on the right and volume on the left. The speaker box that allows you to hear the sounds when on a call is at the top along with the camera, while the actual speakers are at the bottom for all other sounds. Inside the phone is what makes the design so unique. There are so many programs embedded in here that is extremely user friendly. You can basically do anything you would like on this piece of technology like making a call, sending an email, search the web, taking pictures, and so much more.

 Broom (Sketch)

This is a design that has been around for a while! Obviously mass-produced, this is an example of a corncob broom like in Frosty the Snowman! The wooden handle is long enough that a person can stand up straight and properly sweep yet. The hay-bristles on the end seem to work so much better than the fiber they put on the new ones. The metal bracket that attaches the broom to the handle is embedded deep enough in the wood to properly keep the item together.

 Soap Wand (Sketch)

The soap wand that we have in our sink is a phenomenal design for any household. It has a screw on cap where you can dump the soap in and keep an eye on the level. The handle is long enough that a person with nearly any sized hand can properly grip the wand. The plastic that attaches the grip to the brush is strong enough that it keeps the system together while washing. The brush is a rough texture designed to take off any food particles without too much scrubbing on the users behalf. I still don’t know what the button in the middle is for though because it never seems to do anything!

 Flat Head Screwdriver (Sketch)

A screwdriver is a design application that I’m sure nearly every person has used in their life at some point. This particular screwdriver is a flat head type and also works pretty neat as a prybar! The grip has grooves in it so that the user can turn more stubborn screws and not let loose. The bottom of the actual screwdriver has a hard, plastic piece that may not be designed for it, but works for hitting things too! The silver piece on the end that is shaped with the flat head is made out of tool steel and is specially hardened for these types of applications.

 Motorola Two-way Radio (Image and Notes)

“Mountain to Valley: Up to 35 miles Open Water: Up to 6 miles Neighborhood: Up to 2 miles *How far can I expect my radios to communicate? The communication range quoted is calculated under optimum conditions, with an unobstructed line of sight. Actual range will vary depending on terrain and conditions and is often less than maximum possible. Your actual range will be limited to terrain, weather conditions, electromagnetic interference, and obstructions” (Motorola Two-Way, 2019).

Here are a few notes on the two-way radio shown above. This is a particular one that we use at work for communicating back and forth. It has a port on the side that you can attach a headset to when moving on the job. There is also a button on the right side where you press to talk. There is a rotating button on the top that allows you to switch channels for more accessibility and security. The display on the front will allow you to also alter the volume and channels.

 Chair (Image)

This is a chair design that that we have at work with all our office desks. It has four legs with wheels on it to allow the user to roll with ease. The arms are made of plastic instead of metal for a little extra comfort. The back is made out of a mesh material and the bottom of a cotton material for comfort. You can sit in these for an extended period of time and not get sore!

 Computer Mouse (Image and notes)

“The IOGEAR 3-Button Optical USB Wired Mouse offers smooth, precise cursor movement for your everyday computing needs. Equipped with left, right and center buttons, a scroll-wheel, and an optical tracking sensor, the 3-Button Optical USB mouse is ready to be connected to your favorite docking station, desktop or KVM” (3-Button Optical USB Wired Mouse, 2020).

This is a computer mouse design that works nicely with our chromebooks at work. The particular one in the picture has a red and white design with the black toggle switch in the middle. Although it is not able to be seen, it has the left and right switches as well. The tracking system on the bottom will keep the user’s mouse icon exactly where it should be on the screen. It is a corded system that leads to a USB adapter for the computer.

 Light Sensor (Image)

This is a light sensor that we have outside our break room that catches motion and turns the light on and off. It is a great design that allows for the light switch to always be turned on, but the lights not actually be on without someone around. The white plastic portion at the top of the body is the actual motion sensor. It registers any movement and flips the circuit on to the light switch. It attaches to a round plate that anchors in the wall. This way, it can be mounted in just the right spot so that it can catch any possible movement coming in the doorway.

  Refrigerator (Notes)

“The Frigidaire 20.4 cu. ft. Top Freezer Refrigerator features 3 full-width glass shelves and humidity-controlled crisper drawers for storing fruits and vegetables. Equipped with bright lighting to keep contents clearly visible, the refrigerator is easy to control with a single temperature knob inside. On top, the freezer offers a full-width shelf for flexible storage options as well as two full-width door racks to house additional frozen food” (Frigidaire, 2020).

A refrigerator is a brilliant design that we should talk about as well. Again, nearly everyone has one! We all use it for keeping things cool in our house. Usually they have a top shelf which is used for a freezer portion, and a lower portion which is used to keep things above freezing. This is how mine is designed at home. There is a handle on both sections that allows for easier opening. Inside, there are numerous shelves and compartments that are used for stacking and storing things. The bottom will have the machinery parts, and an electrical cord that runs to the power source. There are many different designs for this object, but this one is the usual kind that we find.

      References

 3-Button Optical USB Wired Mouse. (2020). Retrieved from https://www.iogear.com/product/GME423/

Frigidaire. (2020). Retrieved from https://www.homedepot.com/p/Frigidaire-20-4-cu-ft-Top-Freezer-Refrigerator-in-Stainless-Steel-FFTR2021TS/302007875

Motorola Two-Way. (n.d.). Retrieved 2019, from https://shop.motorolasolutions.com/t800-two-way-radios/product/B8F22204LBHAAW

[drabbles-n-stuff]

Faroeste Caboclo /  Northeastern Western

Não tinha medo o tal João de Santo Cristo / He was fearless this João Of St. Christ Era o que todos diziam quando ele se perdeu / It’s what they all said when he got lost Deixou pra trás todo o marasmo da fazenda / Left Behind all the poverty of the farm  Só pra sentir no seu sangue o ódio que Jesus lhe deu / To feel in his blood the anger Christ gave him Quando criança só pensava em ser bandido / When a child only thought of being a robber Ainda mais quando com um tiro de soldado o pai morreu / Even more so when with a soldier’s bullet his father died Era o terror da sertania onde morava / Was the terror of the parts where he lived E na escola até o professor com ele aprendeu / And in the school even the teachers learned with him Ia pra igreja só pra roubar o dinheiro / Went to church just to steal money Que as velhinhas colocavam na caixinha do altar / That the elderly put on the thite Sentia mesmo que era mesmo diferente / Really felt like he was different Sentia que aquilo ali não era o seu lugar / Really felt that wasn’t his place Ele queria sair para ver o mar / He wanted to go out and see the sea E as coisas que ele via na televisão / And the things television showed him Juntou dinheiro para poder viajar / Gathered money so he could travel De escolha própria, escolheu a solidão / By his own choice, he chose to go alone Comia todas as menininhas da cidade / Pounded every city girl De tanto brincar de médico, aos doze era professor /  Played doctor so much by 12 he was a teacher Aos quinze, foi mandado pro o reformatório / By 15 was sent to a reformatory Onde aumentou seu ódio diante de tanto terror / Where his hatred grew due to so much horror Não entendia como a vida funcionava / Didn’t understand how life worked Discriminação por causa da sua classe e sua cor / Discrimination due to his color and class Ficou cansado de tentar achar resposta / He got tired of looking for answers E comprou uma passagem, foi direto a Salvador / And bought a pasage, went straight to Salvador E lá chegando foi tomar um cafezinho / And once arrived, stopped for a coffe E encontrou um boiadeiro com quem foi falar / And met a rancher who he talked with E o boiadeiro tinha uma passagem e ia perder a viagem / And the rancher had a passage, but wouldn’t catch the flight Mas João foi lhe salvar / And João went to save him Dizia ele "estou indo pra Brasília / Said he “I am going to Brasilia!” Neste país lugar melhor não há / In this country there’s no better place 'Tô precisando visitar a minha filha / I need to visit my daughter Eu fico aqui e você vai no meu lugar" / I stay here, and you take my place” E João aceitou sua proposta / And João accepted this proposition E num ônibus entrou no Planalto Central / And got in a bus on the Planalto Central Ele ficou bestificado com a cidade / And he got bewildered with the city Saindo da rodoviária, viu as luzes de Natal / Getting out of the bus station, seeing the Christmas Lights! Meu Deus, mas que cidade linda / “By God, what a beautiful city No Ano Novo eu começo a trabalhar / Next year I will start to work!” Cortar madeira, aprendiz de carpinteiro / Slicing wood, carpenter’s apprentice Ganhava cem mil por mês em Taguatinga / Earning 100k per month in Taguatinga Na sexta-feira ia pra zona da cidade / Friday night he went to the city’s nightlife Gastar todo o seu dinheiro de rapaz trabalhador / To spend all his money of hard working lad E conhecia muita gente interessante / And he met a lot of interesting folk Até um neto bastardo do seu bisavô / Even a disowned grandchild of his great-grandfather Um peruano que vivia na Bolívia / A peruvian that lived in Bolivia E muitas coisas trazia de lá / And many things brought from there Seu nome era Pablo e ele dizia / His name was Pablo and he said Que um negócio ele ia começar / That a business he would start E o Santo Cristo até a morte trabalhava / And Santo Cristo worked himself to death Mas o dinheiro não dava pra ele se alimentar / But the money wasn’t enough to sustain himself E ouvia às sete horas o noticiário / And listened at 7 the news Que sempre dizia que o seu ministro ia ajudar / That always said the minister would help Mas ele não queria mais conversa / But he was done with words E decidiu que, como Pablo, ele ia se virar / And decided, like Pablo, to make his own path Elaborou mais uma vez seu plano santo / Once again, started his Holy Plan E sem ser crucificado, a plantação foi começar / And without crucifixion started a plantation Logo logo os maluco da cidade souberam da novidade / Soon enough the crackheads of the city knew of the big news "Tem bagulho bom ai!" / “That there’s the good shit!” E João de Santo Cristo ficou rico / And João de Santo Cristo got rich E acabou com todos os traficantes dali / And ended with the competition there Fez amigos, frequentava a Asa Norte / Made friends, went to the North Wing (party zone in Brasilia) E ia pra festa de rock, pra se libertar / and went to the rock parties to feel free  Mas de repente Sob uma má influência dos boyzinho da cidade / But suddenly under the bad inflluence of the city slickers Começou a roubar / Started to steal Já no primeiro roubo ele dançou / Already in the 1st robbery got caught E pro inferno ele foi pela primeira vez / And to Hell he went for the first time Violência e estupro do seu corpo / Violence and rape of his body Vocês vão ver, eu vou pegar vocês /  “You will all see, I’m gonna get back to y’all” Agora o Santo Cristo era bandido / Now Santo Cristo was a bandit Destemido e temido no Distrito Federal / Fearless and Feared in the federal district Não tinha nenhum medo de polícia / No fear of police Capitão ou traficante, playboy ou general / Captain, smuggler, playboy or general Foi quando conheceu uma menina / That’s when he met a woman E de todos os seus pecados ele se arrependeu / And for all his sins he begged for redemption Maria Lúcia era uma menina linda / Maria Lúcia was a beautiful girl E o coração dele pra ela o Santo Cristo prometeu / And to her Santo Cristo promised his heart Ele dizia que queria se casar / He talked about how he wanted to marry E carpinteiro ele voltou a ser / And carpinter returned to be Maria Lúcia pra sempre vou te amar / “Maria Lúcia forever I will love you E um filho com você eu quero ter / And a baby with you I want to make” O tempo passa e um dia vem na porta / Time flies by and on the door comes Um senhor de alta classe com dinheiro na mão  /  Gentleman of high class with money on hands E ele faz uma proposta indecorosa / And makes a shameless offer E diz que espera uma resposta, uma resposta do João / And awaited for an answer, an answer of João Não boto bomba em banca de jornal / “I don’t put bombs in newsstands Nem em colégio de criança isso eu não faço não / Nor in children’s college, that I do not do E não protejo general de dez estrelas / And don’t protect a 10-star general Que fica atrás da mesa com o cu na mão / That hides behind his table with his ass in hands” E é melhor senhor sair da minha casa / “And you better get out of my house Nunca brinque com um Peixes de ascendente Escorpião" / Never mess with a Pisces ascendent Scorpio!” Mas antes de sair, com ódio no olhar, o velho disse / But before he left the old man spoke with hatred in his eyes "Você perdeu sua vida, meu irmão" / “You just lost your life, brother.” "Você perdeu a sua vida meu irmão / “You lost your life brother, Você perdeu a sua vida meu irmão / You lost your life brother, Essas palavras vão entrar no coração / Those words will cling to my heart, Eu vou sofrer as consequências como um cão” / I will suffer the consequences like a dog.” Não é que o Santo Cristo estava certo / And so, Santo Cristo was correct Seu futuro era incerto e ele não foi trabalhar / His future was undecided and so he didn’t work Se embebedou e no meio da bebedeira / Got drunk and during his drinking days Descobriu que tinha outro trabalhando em seu lugar / Found out that another was working in his place Falou com Pablo que queria um parceiro / Spoke to Pablo that he wanted a buddy E também tinha dinheiro e queria se armar / Had enough money and wanted to gun up Pablo trazia o contrabando da Bolívia / Pablo brought the stuff from Bolívia E Santo Cristo revendia em Planaltina / And Santo Cristo resold in Planaltina Mas acontece que um tal de Jeremias / But a dude called Jeremias Traficante de renome, apareceu por lá / Renowed trafficker showed up Ficou sabendo dos planos de Santo Cristo / Got wind of Santo Cristo’s plans E decidiu que, com João ele ia acabar / And decided that he would end João’s career Mas Pablo trouxe uma Winchester-22 / But Pablo brought a Winchester-22 E Santo Cristo já sabia atirar /  And Santo Cristo already knew how to shoot E decidiu usar a arma só depois / But decided to use the weapon only Que Jeremias começasse a brigar / When Jeremias started to fight Jeremias, maconheiro sem-vergonha/ Jeremias, shameless stoner Organizou a Rockonha e fez todo mundo dançar/ Organized the Rockeed (yeah rock + weed) Desvirginava mocinhas inocentes/ Took the virginty of innocent ladies Se dizia que era crente mas não sabia rezar/ And said he was holy yet didn’t know how to pray E Santo Cristo há muito não ia pra casa / And Santo Cristo had yet to go back home E a saudade começou a apertar / And the Saudades was starting to hurt Eu vou me embora, eu vou ver Maria Lúcia / “I’ll go away, I’ll go see Maria Lúcia Já 'tá em tempo de a gente se casar / About time we finally marry!” Chegando em casa então ele chorou / Getting home he cried E pro inferno ele foi pela segunda vez / And to hell went for the second time Com Maria Lúcia Jeremias se casou / Maria Lúcia married Jeremias E um filho nela ele fez / And a son in her had seeded Santo Cristo era só ódio por dentro / Santo Cristo was pure hatred inside E então o Jeremias pra um duelo ele chamou / And to Jeremias a duel he called Amanhã às duas horas na Ceilândia / “Tomorrw, at 2 on the Ceilãndia Em frente ao Lote 14, é pra lá que eu vou / In front of the Lote 14, that’s where I’ll go” E você pode escolher as suas armas / “You can pick your own weapons Que eu acabo mesmo com você, seu porco traidor /  I’ll end with you anyway you cheating pig E mato também Maria Lúcia / I’ll kill that Maria Lúcia aswell  Aquela menina boçal pra quem jurei o meu amor / Stupid woman to whom my love I promised” E o Santo Cristo não sabia o que fazer / And Santo Cristo didn’t know what to do Quando viu o repórter da televisão / When he saw the reporter from the TV Que deu notícia do duelo na TV / giving the news of the duel on TV Dizendo a hora e o local e a razão / Saying the when, why and where No sábado então, às duas horas / So saturday, at two hours Todo o povo sem demora foi lá só para assistir / Everyone in the city went just to see Um homem que atirava pelas costas / A man that shot at the back E acertou o Santo Cristo, começou a sorrir / And hit Santo Cristo, and started to smile Sentindo o sangue na garganta / Feeling the blood on his throat João olhou pras bandeirinhas e pro povo a aplaudir / He watched the flags and the people clapping E olhou pro sorveteiro e pras câmeras e / And the ice-cream sellers and the cameras A gente da TV que filmava tudo ali / and reporters filming everything E se lembrou de quando era uma criança / And remembered of when he was a child E de tudo o que vivera até ali / And of all he survived until then E decidiu entrar de vez naquela dança / And decided he’d finally start to dance Se a via-crucis virou circo, estou aqui / “If the Via-Crucis became a circus, then I’m here” E nisso o sol cegou seus olhos / And so the sun blinded his eyes E então Maria Lúcia ele reconheceu / And Maria Lúcia he spied Ela trazia a Winchester-22 / She brought him his Winchester-22 A arma que seu primo Pablo lhe deu / The gun his great friend Pablo gave him “Jeremias, eu sou homem. coisa que você não é / “Jeremias I am a man, something you ain’t E não atiro pelas costas não / And I don’t shoot at the back, oh no Olha pra cá filha da puta, sem-vergonha / Stare at me you shameless son of a bitch Dá uma olhada no meu sangue e vem sentir o teu perdão!” / Stare at my blood and feel your pardon!” E Santo Cristo com a Winchester-22 / And Santo Cristo with his Winchester-22 Deu cinco tiros no bandido traidor / Gave five shots to the thieving traitor Maria Lúcia se arrependeu depois / Maria Lúcia fell to grief E morreu junto com João, seu protetor / And died with João, her protector E o povo declarava que João de Santo Cristo / And the people clamored João of Santo Cristo Era santo porque sabia morrer / As a Saint, for he knew how to die E a alta burguesia da cidade / And the bourgeoisie of the city   Não acreditou na história que eles viram na TV / Couldn’t belive the story they saw on the TV E João não conseguiu o que queria / And João didn’t get what he wanted Quando veio pra Brasília, com o diabo ter / When he went to Brasilia, take the Devil himself Ele queria era falar pro presidente / he wanted to talk with the president Pra ajudar toda essa gente que só faz... / To finally help all these people that just... Sofrer! / Suffer!

[stillborntohula]

Dia 1: Kyuss - Green Machine. Na lata. Outra: Portugal. The Man - Purple Yellow Red and Blue. But I can't focus feeling hopeless / So I'll just sit back, try to relieve.

Dia 2: Aimee Mann - One. One is the loneliest number.

Dia 3: RHCP - Road Trippin’. Violãozinho na casa de praia de alguém.

Dia 4: Pearl Jam - Black. I know someday you'll have a beautiful life / I know you'll gonna be a star / in somebody else's sky, but why / Why /  why can't it be / can't it be mine. Paixonite tola. Enfim.

Dia 5: Soulfly - Blood Fire War Hate. BLOOD FIRE WAR HATE

Dia 6: Metallica - Jump in the Fire. Esquece esse negócio de headbanging, meu filho, essa aqui dá pra tocar até no trio elétrico. Ainda vou ficar rico regravando com um 4 to the floor bem proeminente no mix + guitarra com uma distorção menos sujinha + vocal feminino = sucesso na pista.

Dia 7: The Doors - Roadhouse Blues / Metallica - Fuel. Tocando numa rádio de rock-de-velho enquanto eu e meu irmão cruzamos a Flórida num Chevrolet Sonic.

Dia 8: Kendrick Lamar - A.D.H.D. I'm in the house party trippin' off / My generation sippin' cough syrup like its water / Never no pancakes in the kitchen / Man, no wonder our lives is caught up in the daily superstition / That the world is bout to end / who gives a fuck? we never do listen.

Dia 9: M83 - Go! Não sei se é a guitarrinha maneira, o countdown desembocando num refrão bem catchy ou o fato de eu ter escutado bastante essa música enquanto fazia academia (ENDORFINAS) mas o fato é que essa música sempre me levanta.

Dia 10: Radiohead - Last Flowers to The Hospital. It’s too much / too bright / too powerful. Deve ser o que é morrer. O instrumental também não ajuda, me oblitera toda vez.

Dia 11: Elton John - Your Song. E quem não cansa?

Dia 12: CPM 22 - Regina Let’s Go! Não sei se é preteen, 12 anos, 13 no máximo.

Dia 13: Uriah Heep - Gypsy. Tem tantos que esse item ficou difícil. Vai um rockão bão de escutar e tocar.

Dia 14: Billy Idol - White Wedding (pode ser na versão do QOTSA). Sim, eu sei que essa música é sobre uma recaída de cocaína. O título foi a primeira coisa sobre o tema casamento que veio na cabeça. Melhor a que escolhi para a próxima lista :p

Dia 15: GREENESS with Philly G - Sweet Leaf (Black Sabbath Cover). Tem vários outros, mas essa é bem marcante e meio desconhecida (o cover, não a original)

Dia 16: Beethoven - Sonata de Piano n. 14 em C# Menor, 1º movimento. Clichêzaço, mais conhecida como “Sonata ao Luar” mas ao invés de assumir minha total ignorância na matéria tenho que demonstrar (falsa) erudição né? As gata pira.

Dia 17: Bonnie Tyler - Total Eclipse of The Heart

Dia 18: The Cult - Peace Dog. PEACE! DOG! Não acredito que perdi essa banda ao vivo aqui no Siará.

Dia 19: Jon Brion - Get What It’s About. Às vezes a gente se liga das coisas. PS: Se eu fosse um filme, eu seria o dessa música.

Dia 20: The Police - Don’t Stand So Close to Me. Da primeira vez que escutei pensei que era a justificativa do professor “coitado” afastando a aluna “safada” que queria lhe seduzir. Só depois que fui perceber que quem canta o refrão pode ser a vítima, a aluna assediada repelindo o abuso do professor.

Dia 21: Morphine - Sheila. Oh most gracious of beings / my queen / I’m yours to command (X3) / Sheila! O amor de um gato pela sua dona que deve ser ó, um exemplar da espécie.

Dia 22: Toby Fox - NGAHHH!! / Spear of Justice. A canção da verdadeira heroína, a imorredoura.

Dia 23: The Mars Volta - Cygnus... Vismund Cygnus. I count the days to find / What was left behind / Only these names I clutch / Will lead me to my home. Eu nunca escutei uma música tão única, que quebrasse tantas preconcepções quanto essa. O álbum todo é fantástico, mas essa começa logo com uma pancada nas suas convicções. A introdução acústica (que mais tarde vai fechar o álbum), a orquestra de guitarras frenéticas entrecortadas, as letras em espanhol, o baixo segurando tudo no interlúdio para voltar com a mesma força de antes... E isso tudo é só o começo da história do órfão Vismund Cygnus (25 wives in the lake tonight!)

Dia 24: The Stone Roses - Breaking Into Heaven. Na real, é mais pra constar, porque sei que banda é que pior do que casamento, tem todo o problema patrimonial, tem que ceder pelo bem comum sem prejudicar a própria individualidade, tudo isso sem a trepadinha de lei depois do Domingão do Faustão. Quando não dá mais, não dá mais, manter junto só leva tudo a um resultado medíocre. Tanto é que o Mani fez coisa boa pra caralho no Primal Scream e o John Squire foi ser feliz pintando os quadros dele e todo mundo ficou de boa, a não ser os fãs do Stone roses. Pau no cu dos fãs.

Dia 25: Soundgarden - Ty Cobb. Hard-headed, fuck you all! Ia botar Pretty Noose, mas não deu. Menos de dois meses da morte dele ainda ;_;

Dia 26: Grand Funk Railroad - Some Kind of Wonderful. Don’t you know that she is / She’s some kind of wonderful. Momentos felizes com a digníssima, morto de apaixonado.

Dia 27: Morphine - The Night. Unknown, the unlit world of old / You're the sounds I've never heard before. / Off the map where the wild things grow / Another world outside my door. / Here I stand I'm all alone / Driving down the pitch black road. / Lilah, you're my only home / And I can't make it on my own. Na real, outra música que já era triste e ficou mais forte ainda por circunstâncias posteriores e exteriores à própria música (a morte dele).

Dia 28: Florence & The Machine - Drumming Song. I swallow the sound and it swallows me whole / 'Til there's nothing left inside my soul / I'm as empty as that beating drum / But the sound has just begun. Ô Florença réa maravilhosa.

Dia 29: Jorge Aragão - Coisa de Pele. BNB Clube sede praia, seu Luiz tomando cerveja com o povo do banco a tarde toda enquanto o sambão comia solto. Guarda compartilhada, eu e meu irmão passávamos um fim de semana a cada quinze dias com ele. Me impressionava que ele passava a semana toda de 9 às 21 no banco e quando saía no fim de semana ou era pra tomar cerveja no BNB clube ou com amigos (todos do banco, aqui em Fortaleza ele não tinha amigos que não fossem do BNB) em outro canto. Era bom tomar banho de piscina (piscinona da porra, semi-olímpica, tinha até tobogã. Teve até uma lenda de alguém ter morrido afogado nessa piscina, mas isso é uma outra história) e comer bolinha de peixe com molho rosé daqueles de quinta. Mas depois de umas duas horas eu cansava da piscina, cansava de dar voltas pela quadra, de correr na praia e queria voltar pra casa, o que, não sendo possível, fazia com que eu virasse aquele famigerado pirralho reclamão com cara de bunda. Seu Luiz tava nem aí, continuava biritando até a tarde/noitinha. Enquanto isso o sambão comia solto.

Dia 30: El Huervo - VanDereer. Eu não vou ficar aqui. Irei para outro lugar.

[sugar-and-pearls]

How did you meet your f/os?

Was it love at first sight or did it take a while for you to warm up to each other?

What is your favourite thing about them?

Sorry for all the questions, I'm just curious and very interested to hear :)

You’re no problem Bats- I love to talk about my f/os!

Dabi and I met each other when we were kids. I can travel to different worlds but when I was younger I didn't always notice when I was doing it. It was the summer and I was walking back home from school when I notice his head of bright white hair. I thought it was my brother Jack so I chased after him. It wasn't till we were crossing a stream and he turned around did I realise that he wasn’t my brother, but that he was the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. We became friends soon after that and were joint at the hip from the time I left school from the time I would have to go back home. But then Sekoto Peak happened and well, that’s another story and shall be told another time.

I don’t know what my favourite thing about Dabi is, he just has this je ne sais quoi quality to him. Maybe how confidant he is? the man could walk into a room full of the world’s top models and know that he’s still hot shit

I met Hei when I I moved back to Tokyo temporally to help with the Japanese branch of the BPRD. He lived in the  apartment right next door to me and introduced himself when when I was moving my stuff in. We were both a little wary of each other I think. He had thought that I knew he was a Contractor, while I on the other hand thought that it was just too much good luck for me to have a cute neighbour so something has to give, he couldn't be this perfect nice guy? and I was kinda right, though I don’t think I regret it.

My favourite thing about Hei is how kind he is. He has a kind heart, no matter how hard he tries to hide it behind that hard exterior. Even after losing his sister he tries to help people. He stays so that he does it to keep within character but I see though him.

Me and Marko met when I was walking around the boardwalk. I was trying to find new patches and pins for my jacket when I saw him on his bike. His jacket is what caught my attention, it was so colourful! I walked over to him to start asking about how cool his jacket was, did he paint it himself? Where did he get this patch from? We spent hours talking. It was the start of a beautiful friendship which quickly blossomed into love.

Ì love how energetic he is. Marko is always up to do anything- any on the train tracks? Sure! Him first! Racing across the beach? You better hurray up cus he’ll forget to go easy on you. He’s a bit like a puppy when he is in that mood

Dominic and I met when the B.P.R.D was opening a branch in Manila. I was sent as a liaison to help secure a treaty between us and the local supernatural community. As the prince of the aswang Dominic was there to represent his tribe. I was nervous cus I was still pretty new to this ( I was previously Professor Broom’s assistant before he died) so I was a bit jumpy and not really paying attention when I almost walking into someone. Look I’m only human ( debatably) so when I see a very very good looking man in only leather trousers and a cropped jacket, I blush. I was so red and he noticed. Dominic started to flirt with me and I could only weakly flirt back, awkwardness on full display. He took me out to diner that same night

His loyalty to his people. I knew that when things were getting serious that I would be second to his duties to the aswang and I was fine with that. Dominic care deeply for the people under his care and would do anything for them to be safe.