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gingerbreadmonsters · 3 years ago

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fizzing hot day!

or: he feels like seawater, drying on soft skin.

gn!reader, no content warnings, unless you count shirtless simeon (which, let's face it, we probably should). oh simeon, my sweet and tragic beloved. is this an established relationship? you’re looking at me like i have any idea. inspired by MIKA’s ‘sanremo’ and ‘tiny love’ - strongly suggest listening to those as you read! i am convinced that late afternoon on the beach in the sun is a different world altogether. simeon discovering what beach days are for in just over 1100 words.

it’s a beautiful summer’s day today, and you’ve decided to go to the beach.

you’ve been here before, so you know roughly which parts of the waterfront to head for and which to avoid. luckily, there’s only a handful of other people here today - no families with noisy children, or big get-togethers with loud music, or holidaymakers dragging huge umbrellas across the sand only to inevitably sit right in front of you.

just the occasional few people, scattered across the beach, peacefully soaking up the sun and the breeze and the quiet.

“so, how exactly does this work again?”

you get the feeling that simeon still doesn’t quite understand the purpose of sunscreen.

“but humans need sunlight to live, surely. when we’re in the devildom, you and solomon have to eat those… the little yellow marble things in the jar? why do you have to protect yourself from the sun when you eat your sunlight pills every day anyway?”

or, apparently, what your vitamin d supplements are.

(you explain it to him every time - you know by now that it doesn't work, but his concentrating-face is so adorable that you do it anyway. his big blue eyes go all wide and earnest, his lips part just slightly, and your heart goes all fluttery, every time.)

it doesn't matter. you take the bottle from his hand and squeeze a good amount into your palm. time to get to work.

"but d-aaah…"

his body is smooth and pliant under your hands, muscles relaxing into your firm touch as you rub the sunscreen into his back. you work over the crest of his shoulder blades and down to the small of his back, watching the soft, rich shimmer of his skin under the summer sun. the breeze is cool and gentle as it washes over you.

he stretches out on the sand underneath you like a cat, lithe and lean, and all of a sudden you suspect that he won't protest the next time you offer to put sunscreen on him.

"well, if you - mmm - put it that way, i can see why humans - hahhh - why humans bother with all of this."

exactly.

it takes a little while to get yourselves sorted, considering how distracting simeon's general state of undress is, but before long you're both settled under the umbrella. it's too heavy for you to normally bother bringing it, but it turns out that simeon's angelic strength is good for more than just opening jars and manhandling solomon away from the oven - who knew? it's a good thing too, what with the way the sunlight beats down over the sand, shattering over the waves.

for a little while, the world is quiet.

just you and him. the smell of salt, the crunch of sand, the rush of water. the sky is a rich and endless blue.

you open your eyes. you're not sure when you closed them, but when you turn your head, the distant shapes of seagulls twist and scatter in the sky. from here, the water looks cool and inviting - perhaps it'll be nice to go and dip your toes in.

“mmm, that sounds good. here, let me help you up, love.”

the sand scrapes pleasantly between your toes as you walk towards the water, fingers entwined with simeon's. as you get closer, an idea pops into your head - does simeon know how cold the water is the first time? you start to run, laughing, pulling him by the hand as he stumbles along, damp sprays of sand kicking up behind you both as the balls of your feet leave clumsy divots behind you.

simeon’s laughing too now, eyes scrunched up into happy half-moons as the water comes rushing up to meet you, still running full-tilt into the surf as you brace yourself for the inevitable-

“mc, d-hahhhh!”

yep, after an hour or two spent lying under the warm sun, the water is just as coldcoldcold as you’d predicted - and, if the way that he’s clinging to your waist and shaking his head frantically in protest is any indication, much colder than simeon had been expecting.

“you’re - hahh - mc, you’re so mean to me!”

he smiles playfully into your hair as he says it, and as you chase away the goosebumps across his back with your palms, it sounds like“i love you”.

you don’t let go of each other, but somehow you drift a little further into the water until you’re up to your waist - the temperature gradually gets a little more bearable, but you still shiver into him every time a cold current sweeps past. he doesn’t seem to mind.

you don’t say anything. your mouth is too full of clouds, soft and airy and light. the seagulls cartwheel across the endless blue above you, and you think that simeon’s is too.

the hot sun makes his body feel cold against yours, as he presses his face against your neck and wraps his arms even more tightly around you. you look out at the line where the sea kisses the sky. distantly, you can hear music playing from the promenade across the seafront. all the world is made of water.

sometimes, simeon doesn’t seem very angelic at all, not to you. you know it’s silly - you know it to be true, but somehow he feels so human like this. his love, his affection. it’s so small and so human and it’s all you’ll ever want. it doesn’t feel like the beginning of the universe when you kiss his temple, and it doesn’t feel like the birth of a star when he tangles his legs with yours underwater. it doesn’t have to. you don’t want to feel anything but him .

you don’t know much about the workings of heaven, but you don’t need to. god is whatever brought him to you.

neither of you know how much time passes, out there in the waves. everything feels so far away, muted and blurry and scrambled with sun. the breeze riffling through his hair, the light glittering off the rippling waves, the press of his chest against yours - all that’s real is him and the water.

later, you’ll stumble out of the surf and back up the beach towards your things. the hot sand will stick to your wet legs and you won’t want to rub it off. you’ll ask him what flavour of ice cream he wants (he’ll say blushberry, you’ll say “they don’t have blushberries in the human world, genius”, he’ll say “oh - um, strawberry then?”), and come back with two scoops for him and two for you. it’ll be melty and sweet and better than anything.

you kiss his shoulder, and he tastes like a mouthful of clouds. you don’t want to go anywhere, not yet. for now, the sea is enough.

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prismatica-the-strange · 2 years ago

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Chapter 6: The Dive

Warnings: 18+, angst, dislocated joints, blood, and mentions of suicide.

Pairings: Eddie x Mika (Forged in Hellfire) Steve x Jesse ((Mention)The Badass Babysitters Club runs in parallel in the same universe)

Mika goes into Lovers Lake with Steve.

Her grandfather taught her to surf when she was 10, so she's a strong swimmer and like hell is she letting him go alone.

Eddie tries to get her to stay, but she just throws her shirt at him, insisting she'll be fine.

The whole time they're under he's an anxious wreck. Even more so than when Jason and the team were searching Rick's.

As soon as the 2 resurface, he's holding onto her forearms, trying to figure out how to pull her back into the boat.

Then Steve gets pulled under and her eyes lock with his before she goes down too, Eddie nearly getting dragged down with her.

And he panics.

He's on the verge hyperventilating when Nancy jumps in, followed by Jesse and Robin. He has to calm himself down, to get enough air in his lungs so he can make it to the gate.

Both she and Steve get dragged through the gate and along the dry lake bed by the vines, getting scraped and bruised.

She puts up more of a fight when one of them wraps it's tail around her throat, once she's able to grab the knife in her pocket. They grab her wrist and one of her ankles, pulling, wreaking havoc on her joints and latching onto abdomen.

After the others buy them a moment of peace, Eddie is at her side. His hands on her cheeks and he can't get words out as she coughs and hacks.

She struggles to stand as the other bats descend on them, and, seeing she can't walk (let alone run), he picks her ups and books it.

Once they're at Skull Rock, he sets her down, hands gently checking her wounds.

"I think my ankle is dislocated... and- and my shoulder."

"O-okay? What... what do I do?" His eyes are all big and worried, shaking hands softly caressing her skin. She has to talk him through it, nearly biting through her lip each time a joint is popped back into place.

Both times he chokes out the most pained "I'm Sorry," she's ever heard.

He's seen her roughed up before, she'd been in so many fights growing up, most to defend him (though he'd hate to admit), but this is different. Bloody bite marks on her stomach, dark bruises forming on her ankle, wrist, and neck.

It doesn't even register with him that she's shirtless, sweater long forgotten in the boat, until she she shivers. And he's tearing of his vest and jacket to give to her.

"Don't you ever fucking scare me like that again!" he scolds, wrapping the leather around her shoulders, "If I ever fucking lost you... I-"

His voice breaks and she can't tell if he looks more angry or scared, knuckles white as he grips the jacket, "Damnit Mika! I'd fucking kill myself!"

"E-Eddie-"

"No! Jesus Christ, Mikaela. I can't watch you die because of my bullshit," tears stream down his face, he doesn't care that the others are right there, "If I lost you like that, there would be no coming back for me, I'd be ruined."

"Eddie," she cups his cheek, "Hey..."

"So just-" his head turns and he sobs into her palm, "Please don't go diving for weird Hell portals again. I don't think my heart could take it."

She winces when he pulls her close and buries his face in her neck, if he notices he doesn't react.

Once they feel safe enough to move, both Steve and Mika bandaged and in Eddie's clothes, they start for Nancy's.

Eddie insists on carrying her, so she let's him give her a piggyback, both of them finding comfort in the closeness.

He sets her down once they're inside the Wheeler's, but his hand never leaves her waist as he helps her up the stairs.

Eventually they make it to the trailer and he helps her up the makeshift rope, "You better be careful with my girl when she comes through, Henderson. Or I'll kick your ass!"

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Eddie Munson/Forged in Hellfire taglist: @ofherscarlettwitchways @pointlesslygay

#eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x oc #forged in Hellfire #prisma writes #suicide mention

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quentinbecks · 3 years ago

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3, 7, 13, 24 and 32 for the obscure asks? 🥰

Sorry, Mika for taking a million year with this!! Thank you so much for asking, though 💕

what movie/game/etc. helps you calm down?

No judgement, please, but my comfort show is Hannibal lol. I’m mad that Netflix took it off because what else am I supposed to watch in a fit of sadness? For comfort films, I usually watch Nightcrawler or a horror movie. There’s something about scary movies that brings my anxiety down a notch.

what song is your aesthetic?

I swear, my Aries Sun/Libra Moon combo makes me have such conflicting aesthetics lol. So, I picked two since half the time it’s chill/earthy/boho stuff and then the other half I’m back to my goth/grunge girl days.

Sour Cherry- The Kills & ily (I love you baby) - Surf Mesa

talk about an au or story you came up with

There’s the Charlie x Polyseeds AU I have. And by polyseeds I’m just including John and Joseph in this. I’ve vaguely mentioned it in one prompt I did, but I do love the whole aesthetics/vibes of it. And obviously my serial killer AU that I want to do a one shot of for Halloween.

what is your favorite thing to learn about?

Probably history or film. My dad is a huge history buff and anytime we would go on vacation we would somehow end up at some type of war or military museum. I originally wanted to be a history teacher, but changed my major. I also worked at a film festival for a few years. It’s nice that I’ve been able to dabble in my interests, but I find it more fun to learn on my own time and at my own pace.

do you have any strange interests?

Not really? Maybe a few years ago True Crime/UFOs and stuff would count, but it’s all pretty mainstream now, which is cool! I’m genuinely a really boring person with very boring interests.

#obscure asks

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wanderlust-in-my-soul · 5 years ago

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Festival of Love AU Part 7

Chapter 7 - Friday evening

A strange picture awaited them at their tents.

Basile lay on a sleeping mat on the floor, around him stood a few people with their mobile phones and filmed the action.

Lucas stood next to Yann and tried to catch a glimpse of Basile.

He asked, "What's going on here?" while stretching his neck a little to get a better view. Yann bent over laughing, "Basile wants to know what it's like to get waxed and that's why we changed the function of the tape and stuck it on both of his legs." He turned to Lucas and continued, "You've come just in time to watch the spectacle."

Daphné squatted at Basile's head and stroked his hair. She was the only one who looked worried. All the others, including Basile himself, were laughing and talking and drinking. Of course alcohol was involved, who would soberly come up with such an idea?

Idriss mimed a dramatic drum roll before Emma and Alexia, both with a nasty grin on their lips, each took a strip of tape and pulled it off with a jerk.

"Holy shit," Basile shouted and shot up with his upper body. The two girls had fallen on their butts laughing so hard, it looked as they unable to breathe. In their hands they held the strips of tape, the adhesive side of which was covered with hair. On Basile's legs there were correspondingly bare areas to be seen. Of course the tape didn't work half as well as real wax and a few tufts of hair stood out on the bald areas.

"We're not finished yet" Manon shouted now, "we had agreed, everybody can pull!" and she bent down and wanted to pull off a strip. Basile held her hand, "Please don't! At least give me some time to cope with the first pain!" He looked at her with a begging look, but now one of the others spoke. Lucas had already forgotten the name again. "Don't be like this Basile. It had been your idea," and without further warning he reached down and tore off the next tape. Basile let himself fall back again, into the arms of his girlfriend. His eyes fell on Lucas, "Lucas! Help me! Please!"

But Lucas didn't know what to do. Manon had already grabbed her stripe. Lucas could only watch the play and laugh.

Sometime later they had all eaten, the beer flowed in rough amounts and the music made some to sing along. The atmosphere was cheerful. The only thing Lucas was missing at this moment was being with Eliott, which he so longed for. But Eliott was engrossed in a conversation with Sofiane and Lucas didn't want to disturb them. The only ray of hope were the looks that Eliott and he kept exchanging.

It was as if there was a tingling sensation in the air. An electric voltage that discharged every time their looks met, almost driving Lucas insane. Instead of talking to Eliott, he listened to the tirades of Basile, who couldn't help reporting about the pain of waxing and how happy he was not to be a woman who had to endure it over and over again.

"You know, Basile, a woman doesn't have to put up with this. I don't wax my legs because I think it looks so good or because it makes me feel better. I do it because society tells me to do it," Daphné intervened. Basile's head flinched and he looked at his girlfriend with big eyes. "That's nonsense, Daphné," Imane said, "society doesn't prescribe it itself. Nowhere does it say that I have to depilate my legs or other parts of my body. It's an illusion women make for themself because we want to please men. Who cares if I have hair under my armpits or not?" Now it was Daphné who looked at Imane with big eyes. "Of course society prescribes it. How do you think you would stare if I walked around with hairy legs?" "You mean, what would Basile say, because honestly, I don't really care if you're smooth or hairy like a bear."

"You're doing this for me?" Basile asked uncertainly. "Of course she does it because of you. Because we have to be trimmed by advertising and glossy magazines from the very beginning that women with hair are not real women. And that is bullshit!" Imane supported her point by crossing her arms in front of her chest and examining Basile with a sharp eye. He turned back to his girlfriend, "Darling, I don't care if your legs are shaved or not. I love you and all your hair!" He bent over and gave Daphné a kiss.

"Oh man, I think that was one of the weirdest conversations I've ever heard," Yann said quietly to Lucas, who had to stop laughing all along. "It's about time we made our way to the festival area. Bloc Party will play soon, and I want to get a good spot." "Well then let's get people together," Lucas nodded in agreement.

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The group had not been able to completely agree on one stage and so some were on their way to the second stage, while the majority gathered in front of the first one. It was only 6pm, the headliners wouldn't enter the stage until about 10pm, yet some little girls were already on their way to get a place at the front, dressed in fan shirts from 30 Seconds to Mars and cardboard signs saying they loved Jared Leto. Eliott liked music but had never been a big fan of too much fan culture.

It was not easy to stay together in the still large group, but at least he tried to stay close to Lucas. But that was a bit difficult when Manon grabbed Lucas and dragged him forward to the stage. He could see Lucas turning to him again and then he had disappeared with Manon, Alexia, Emma, Arthur and Yann.

"Don't you want to follow?" he heard a familiar voice next to him. Idriss had joined him and grinned mischievously at him from the side. "What do you mean?" asked Eliott and did unknowingly. "Oh, come on. Do you really think I didn't notice you two staring at each other all the time? Sometimes I feel quite uncomfortable watching you. You were long gone this afternoon. Is there something you might want to tell me?" At first still teasing, his pitch became more serious towards the end and the grin had disappeared from Idriss's face. Instead, there was now open interest to be seen.

"I don't know," Eliott murmured. "What? The music, the noise. You have to speak louder" Idriss shouted to him. Eliott moaned. "I don't know what to tell you. Nothing happened. We just had a lot of fun," screamed Eliott now in Idriss' ear. "But you like him, don't you? You find him interesting and the way you look at him makes me think you want to eat him right away. So?" The grin had found its way back to Idriss' face and Eliott had to smile and twist his eyes. "Yes, I think I like him. He's not like the others, you know? He's like no one else before," Eliott's gaze drifted into the distance and he noticed for himself that as soon as he thought of Lucas, a slight smile fell on his lips. "Then why are you still here with us and not with him?" Idriss had come closer and spoke into Eliott's ear to make sure he understood his words exactly. Eliott looked at him and then again at the crowd in front of him. It would be a longer search, because the area in front of the stage was now well filled. The band was already playing and everywhere was hopping and pushing. Idriss patted him on the shoulder encouragingly and with the last beat he pushed him towards the stage.

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Lucas wasn't feeling well. He was jostled from all sides, and since he wasn't necessarily the tallest, he had to rely on the protection of his friends to shield him from the turmoil. Manon had managed to box them through to the front row. Lucas would never try to get into a fight with her. She had discarded her otherwise so fine manner and had boxed her way through the crowd with her elbows. It was amazing how much energy and power slumbered in such a petite being.

He had placed himself next to her, one of the inflatable hands clamped in front of him, so that the metal barrier would not hurt too much when the people in the back were pushing forward. Lisa had told him the trick. The only advantage was that they now had the best view of the stage. The disadvantages were that they couldn't organize anything to drink until the end of the show, couldn't go to the toilet and couldn't move. All this was nothing compared to the fact that Eliott wasn't there. Lucas cursed himself that he had let himself be dragged along. He looked next to him and Manon beamed at him with a glitter in her eyes. The only thing he could do was to smile back. It made him happy to see his friend so happy and frolicsome.

Bloc Party played to the end and the rows thinned out a bit. Lucas could catch his breath and sat down on the floor, leaning against the barrier. He dug his cell phone out of his pocket and surfed around a bit on Instagram. Mika had posted a new story and his mother had sent him a message at WhatsApp. He was about to answer when Yann knocked him on the head and made him look up. In front of him stood Eliott with a red head but a smile on his lips.

"It really wasn't easy to find you. Luckily the rows have thinned out a bit otherwise I might not be here yet. And I think I'll have some bruises tomorrow. Man, are the people ruthless at the pogo," he gurgled and rubbed his upper arm for supporting his point. Lucas had got up and beamed at him, "But in the end you found us." "Always," Eliott replied and it was as if they were diving back into their little world. Everything around them was faded out. The noise in the background became dull and the people around them blurred. Always.

The moment came to an abrupt end when Eliott was bumped into from behind and was just able to hold on to the barrier with one hand before hitting Lucas with full force. After the first shock both had to laugh. The place filled up again and the first people tried to come forward by force and pushed from behind. Lucas stood between Eliott's arms, with which he shielded him from most of the pressure. The stage setup was complete and with a roar of the crowd Macklemore swirled onto the stage. Lucas turned around, which was a bit difficult as there was hardly any room and when he had made it he could feel a warm breath near his ear, "Don't worry," Eliott whispered into his ear, "I'll stay right here and protect you."

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Eliott tried his best not to crush Lucas, while from behind the masses wanted to come further forward. But that wasn't even the main act of the evening. Again and again he was pressed against the small body in front of him and as much as he enjoyed the closeness that arose from it, his wish not to hurt Lucas was greater.

He tried to lean against the barrier with his hands, but he did not always succeed. Lucas of course noticed this and Eliott felt it before he saw it and knew what was happening to him, that Lucas grabbed his hand and carefully took it from the railing. Eliott let it happen. Lucas also took his second hand into his and put it around his waist and at the end pulled Eliott a little closer to him. With one hand Lucas supported himself at the barrier while the other hand lay on Eliott's.

Eliott's head buzzed and butterflies raged in his stomach. He put his head on Lucas' and closed his eyes for the moment. How could it be that he felt so safe with someone he barely knew and then even after such a short time as he did with Lucas? The latter had now leaned back a little and his head rested against Eliott's shoulder. This was perfect. It fitted so perfectly, Eliott thought and smiled.

They didn't let themselves be put off by all the turmoil around them. What mattered at that moment was just the two of them.

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It was getting dark. Macklemore had finished his performance and they were still standing tightly wrapped. Careful, even tender, their fingers caressed each other's hands. Lucas wished for another place together with Eliott. Away from the crowd, away from the people and the noise. Just a place where they could live out their first tenderness on their own.

As if Eliott had read his thoughts, he now whispered in his ear, "Tell me, do you really want to see 30 Seconds to Mars?" Lucas shook his head. "Then how about we disappear? Just the two of us." Lucas released himself from the embrace and turned around under strain, "That sounds good," he beamed at Eliott.

He gave Yann a sign that his place would become free, grinned at him and then let Eliott guide him through the crowd.

He didn't know where Eliott wanted to go with him, the route looked familiar to him, but it got darker and darker and at some point they had left the campsites behind and a small piece of forest lay in front of them.

"You want to go to the lake? Now?" Asked Lucas, who had stopped in front of the forest. He didn't want to admit it, but he never liked being out in the dark, especially not in the forest, even if he wasn't alone. The fear of darkness had accompanied him for a long time. He didn't know what the trigger for it had been, but since he remembered, he was afraid of the dark.

Eliott had stopped shortly before him, when he noticed that Lucas was no longer with him. "Of course," he grinned at him. "It's still wonderfully warm and there won't be anyone there now. Come on!" "Of course nobody will be there. It is also not allowed to go into the lake at night. It is much too dangerous. What if something happens?" Lucas asked and tried not to let the fear in his voice go through too much.

"Nothing's gonna happen. Are you scared?" Eliott laughed now. "Of course not," Lucas replied and straightened up, his chest raised a little to support his words. "Come on then," and with these words Eliott ran into the forest and disappeared into the darkness.

Lucas hesitantly followed him. Every step carefully checking that he didn't stumble. The darkness surrounded him and he noticed his chest shrinking a little. He hated his illogical fear of darkness. There was nothing in it that wasn't there in light, and yet each time it was eerie how whole parts of the world disappeared, no longer visible to the eye. Like Eliott now. Lucas stopped and listened. He could not even hear him.

"Eliott?" he shouted faintly into the woods. "Where are you?" He looked around searching, his eyes wide open to see as much as possible. In front of him something moved into the shadows and Lucas’ heart stopped. "Where have you been?" Eliott's voice resounded next to him and Lucas collapsed in shock. "Now come on, or are you afraid of the dark?" "What? Nonsense, I'm not afraid." Lucas tried to be more courageous than he was at that moment. He turned to the side from where Eliott's voice had come, but couldn't see him. He could only hear his laughter from the other side now, a little further away this time. He whirled around, his eyes searched the place from where he had heard the laughter, but again he couldn't find Eliott anywhere.

"Come on, Eliott, it's not funny." His voice was quieter and more anxious than he wanted to sound, but a thick lump in his throat tied his vocal chords. "Eliott, please," the voice now just a whisper.

"So, you are afraid of the dark after all." Eliott appeared in front of him. The laughter had left his voice and he looked at him seriously. "And if so?" Lucas asked in a fragile voice. "Then it's like that," Eliott replied with a firm but quiet voice, "Everyone is afraid of something."

"Would you hold my hand until we get to the lake?" And just never let go again? He asked shyly and Eliott stretched out his hand in return, waiting for Lucas to grab it.

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Eliott didn't think Lucas would be afraid in the dark. Spiders perhaps, or narrow enclosed spaces, but darkness? And yet it was the cutest thing he had ever experienced. Lucas grabbed his hand and clasped his fingers to it. Eliott had to smile. Maybe only the second cutest.

He led them through the forest to the lake and when they arrived, the water lay calm and peaceful in front of them. They stayed next to each other, still holding hands and nobody said a word. For the moment they enjoyed the unbelievable tranquillity radiated from the lake. It wrapped Eliott up and pulled through his body. The air was pleasantly fresh, not as oppressively warm as on the festival grounds with sweating, unfamiliar bodies beside him.

Eliott loved such places, especially when the almost magical atmosphere was not disturbed by others. And he was here, finally alone with Lucas.

"Let's go for a swim," he said and was already taking off his clothes before Lucas could react. He looked at him questioningly with his big blue eyes before it seemed as if he was shaking off his tension and with a shy smile on his lips getting rid of his clothes too. Both stood briefly undecided, dressed in their underwear, before Eliott took Lucas by the hand and ran into the lake with him.

The water was a bit cooler, but still pleasant. At first they let themselves drift, let the calm take effect and Eliott enjoyed that this was possible with Lucas without having to ask him to pause for the moment. It was as if their souls were in harmony, as if they knew what the other needed.

It started with a coarser arm movement by Eliott, with which he accidentally sprayed Lucas with water, and ended with the two of them pouring water loads on each other's faces with their hands and laughing. Eliott hadn't laughed so much in a long time. In general, he hadn't felt that good and cheerful for a long time.

Lucas held on to Eliott's shoulder and out of breath, but still laughing, they finished their water play. As their eyes met, Eliott could feel how the atmosphere between them had changed. The exuberance was over, the breath was still heavy, but there was a new glint in Luca's eyes. If Eliott painted a picture of this situation, little flashes of lightning would flash everywhere in the air. Despite the darkness that the half moon had not completely driven away over them, Eliott could see Lucas’ gaze wandering from his eyes to his lips, briefly pausing there before his gaze found Eliotts again. Eliott noticed how breathing became harder and all his senses were focused on Lucas.

And before he could think any longer about when he should finally take the next step and how long he would endure this tension, Lucas' hand was in his neck and pulled Eliott towards him and their lips found each other. Eliott closed his eyes and thought he was going to explode. All his nerve endings tickled and Lucas lips felt soft and tender and the kiss was passionate and demanding. All the tension that lay between them unleashed in this one kiss. Eliott's heart raced at double speed, it was impossible to think clearly, all he could feel were Luca's lips on his and the fire that had been kindled in his heart.

Eliott didn't know where to put his hands. They wanted to be everywhere at the same time, wanted to pull Lucas closer, wanted to drive through his hair, wanted to stroke and hold him. He wrapped his arm around Lucas' neck, pulled the smaller one closer to him, the other hand lay on his hip, the grip tightly around the tender skin.

He could feel Luca's hands. One hand lay tenderly on his cheek, while the other one wandered along his back and every touch left a pleasant tingle on Eliott's skin. He felt Lucas pressing on him, trying to displace every unnecessary inch of air between them.

Lucas' lips on his took his breath away, but he no longer needed oxygen, all he needed was to be kissed by those lips and that feeling in his heart that wanted to burst with happiness.

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Lucas had to look at Eliott, see what was going on in his eyes. Carefully he released the kiss, his hand continuing to rest on Eliott's cheek as his fingers caressed him tenderly. He needed a moment to open his eyes. As he slowly opened his eyelids, he looked into shining eyes. Eliott's whole face seemed to shine like a complete little sun just for him in the darkness. With his fingers he traced the contours of Eliott's face and Lucas had to smile as Eliott closed his eyes and a quiet, contented buzz emanated from him.

When Eliott opened his eyes again, he took Lucas' face in his hands and the look he gave Lucas made his knees soft. There was so much affection in his eyes and Lucas could hardly believe that this was really happening. A smile spread across his lips before he shook his head and pulled Eliott into another kiss.

But this time less stormy. Tender and gentle their lips met. They moved at their own pace, as if they hadn't kissed anyone else their whole lives, as if they had known each other for many years. Their tongues met, nudging against each other, and Lucas couldn't help but moan quietly into the kiss.

The world around Lucas stopped and it could probably have ended, he wouldn't have noticed. All what counted in that moment was Eliott. He wrapped his arms around Eliott's neck, placed himself on his toes and pressed even closer to the other one’s body. The kiss changed its dynamics. Soft and careful became passionate and longing for more.

A pleasant shiver shot through Luca's body as Eliott sucked his lower lip in and bit lightly into it. The older boy's hands lay on his waist and with one swing he had lifted Lucas high out of the water. The latter put his legs around the waist of the other and clung tightly. His arms were still reaching around Eliott's neck and one hand was driving through his hair and Lucas had never felt anything softer between his fingers. While Eliott was busy bringing them both ashore safely, Lucas' lips wandered along his neck. He noticed Eliott stretching his neck a little to give Lucas more space.

Finally arriving on land, Eliott let Lucas down and again their eyes found each other. And again Lucas could have sunk into those blue-grey eyes of the other. He had completely lost his sense of time, but as soon as Eliott pulled his body closer and their lips found each other again, Lucas didn't care about anything else. What mattered was that here and now and he didn't want to be anywhere else in the world at this moment than right here with exactly the only person that mattered, Eliott.

#skam france #skam france fic #elu #elu fic #fanfiction #myfic #festival of love #AU

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manjuhitorie · 5 years ago

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Muro Festival, is a rock festival! Which invites newcomers, upcoming artists, veteran come-on-ers, and all hard song enthusiasts alike to celebrate. Named after Muro Kiyoto, who is the manager of a Shibuya concert venue. As an avid enforcer of music events he’s esteemed by many in the scene, so the event draws in people who are driven by the fuel of that pass. At least bands will comment “Muro fest is an adhesive (Arukara)” or “The number one trait of Murofes is that the performing bands have awesome strong connections even on the side, and that the essence of that friendship engulfs it (Wasure).“ or “Even if Murofest was hosted at a small park or a in the middle of the street or in Muro’s house or even in a public toilet, I would perform. I love Murofest (Mizuno Gii).”

Anyway the performances are full of power! Full of summer heat! Full of maudlinism to soar like Muninn! Full of a favorite: there’s Hitorie’s dead pan heartfelt bassist, ygarshy!

And you were able to watch it on a niconico livestream but...

IT’S ENDED NOW

I will preserve this post as a report.... Doubling as a source for various trivia.... I’m considering maybe if a fan makes a purchase of a Wasureranneyo album, or something of similar sentiment, and DM’s me a screenshot, I could share the recording... Even if you see this in a billion lightyears from now. Because sharing is caring, all around yeah!!!

You have to get niconico premium to watch it, which is only 540 yen. Nothing compared to the fest’s ticket fee of 10,000 yen (Plus airfare fee for us overseers). You can use foreign debit cards, or even Paypal… ! Much of the performances were locked up, only for Premium members originally even for those who were able to watch real-time, so there’s no regrets in seizing the now. Thumbs up. Live shows enhance a whole different essence, so more than listening to a J-rock playlist on Spotify I’d recommend taking a dive into this while you can!!

Not only can you upfront witness the air around their electric pickguards warp to their technique, you can see them hop and whomp and throwmp around! What chords they clench with their teeth, what lines they unleash from the pit of their lungs, what parts the band will huddle together for and what songs mean the world to them! Also the crowds reactions, I move when I see them move, in polysemy. If there’s any niche J-rock band names you’ve maybe been curious about, or just want to find some new indie J-rock, the artist line-up is here! LAMP ON TERREN: wowawawa’s best buddy ‘Dai-chan’ is in there… *Waves hand* TERREN were once scheduled for a joint live with perfect timing, so they brought a birthday cake for wowaka and they got friendly with Rie... or so they thought.. The next day SND was ready to beat the shit out of them on stage. But they’re all friendly now (I think)))) Arukara: They master the standard rock setup with wads of distortion, wah effects, while sometimes make instrumental songs with violin etc. even! They do podcasts! And they reinforce cats a lot. I recommend Chigirero. majiko: Village Man’s Store: Who are the band with bright red suits, bright firey songs, and bright red lips who kissed Shinoda that one time - In seriousness I could recommend them though, they’re sweet with only a little taste of the sleazy! KAKASHI are rejoiced by quite a few Hitorie fans I know. There’s CIVILIAN: A three-piece whom all graduated from the Tokyo School of Music Shibuya, the bonds roam, who also hosts Nanou HoehoeP, another past utaite like majiko. LEGO BIG MORL: Sukippara ni Sake: Who are swanky with Kachāshī-like dances to the stretches of never making a boring song. And so so many more! J-rock band names start to make more less sense the more I’m in here! Wahoo! A band named Hitorie performed two years ago, and there’s LEGO BIG MORL this year, which is hoisted up by the same manager as Hitorie, Mika Arara! The members separately will some participate in cooking shows(), some each do acoustic shows on their own accord, each ego-search, and their stoic songs together are bound to at least make your foot tap from their flavored textures. For this sake I’m eyeing up the band’s particularly memorable whiz named Hiroki Tanaka. Hiroki is not most notable for his #My ygarshy hashtag, but for the sake of this he is. Under the tag is either Hiroki posting a picture of him together with ygarshy or him commenting #My ygarshy on pictures ygarshy of himself with others. Or the “What? Are you a couple?” on ygarshy’s “It’s our 9th year anniversary” photo of him with SND… yg “Sorry.” In general ygarshy and Hiroki are friendly, they drink and vent together time to time.Also Hiroki and Shibata Takahiro, the character who comes in soon, have a unit called Takahiroki. Which is the two of them fused to make flurry, with only an acoustic guitar and a mic as their weapons even! Their concerts tend to break the norms of the non-flamboyant J-rock scene, as they screw around with their power with no real point, just a joint to a jollity! Where as many J-rock shows will use screens of music visualizers to engross, Takahiroki will use the crowd by galvanizing them raise their signature rainbow towels or make explosive call-outs towards the flames of reality. Where many will use subdued dance to party, Takahiroki will chit-chat about food and females as they swing their limbs like spinning amusement park rides or dress as bartenders and drink . Though all rock shows are have their unique tricks and spirit, it’s nice to see it super shaken up also… I introduce these two for good reason! It’s background for what’s feautured in the niconico livestream! The band Wasureranneyo! That Shibata is on vocals and guitar, that Hiroki is on main guitar, our ygarshy is on bass, and Takayuki Tomita is on drums! Tomita is from a band called THE LOVE NINGEN, whom I’m not sure how came into relation with Shibata, but Wasurerannee yo is constantly borrowing members to fill it’s blanks due to . ygarshy has been consistent for more than half a year now! Hiroki also bounces in whenever he can an ex. Wasurerannee yo member once filled in for Love Ningen. They themselves most likely meet at festivals like this! Where similar bands get together under a sonic medium and spend the crepuscle ball. But I’m going back to ygarshy! Him! His performance is a spotlight!

the important part THE SHOW highlights

Wasureraneeyo start at 1:27:28, end at 1:58:39. You can manually copy-paste, and it’s a whole 30 minutes action-packed. There's about 48 hours before a the single watch instance will expire, but it's possible to close the window and come back anytime between then.

The first 5+ minutes are rehearsal, they’re muted to give the live-goers an extra extra incentive. It’s still worth a peak to see how musicians will stroll as they test. They played their theme song and also a cover of Alexandros’ Wataridori there’s nothing worth hearing anyway right (*wails).

The rest is 100% worth the buck! ●Shibata starts off by whimpering over an urge he needs to burst out, he needs everybody to cheer him on. When he Says “Miyamoto - Ryou!”, you have to shout “You can do it!” Note: Miyamoto and Ryou are a comedian duo, who just days ago were revealed to the victims of a corrupted corporation, who was holding absolute control over them. People have cheering for them to win better circumstances in the case. Yet the apologies and the press conferences have been fantasy football battles.... Ugh... It's a riot for sure though! Official news reports are here or here or etc. ●He gets everyone to wiggle their arms 90° angles above their heads “like we’ve gone crazy!” and shout a nonsensical “Yossoi hoi hoi!” chant! With the heat as the beat! yga just plays bass! ●He makes noise for his mom, multiple times throughout! His T-shirt even has his mom on it! Specifically a picture of 2 year old himself being embraced by his mother printed on it, with the word “Mother” metallically written on the back… Source from his past diary entry of him expressing his maternal love. I can’t believe this ygarshy no wonder you can’t help but smile a lot during these shows. ●He complains about the shitty time he “went out drinking when he two cute girls walked through the door in, ‘Oh, oh, oh!’ he thought, only for them to start chit-chatting about how small their boyfriend’s dicks are! What kind of damnation is this bullshit!” ●The lyrics are about that stuff anyway!! ●There’s also a special appearance from Kanata Takehiro, the vocalist of LEGO BIG MORL. Shibata bitches at him mid-solo because “Fuck you! All the girls are staring at you now damn it!” *He is actually popular in the band due to being good and cooking and math and being an overall goofball behind the gallantries. The original of Odore Hikikomori features Hiroki and Sekihan, of Happy Head NANIYORI also he was in the niconico scene a long time ago, both dressed in clothes that you may find very unlikely but 100% plausible. ●ygarshy smiles and then recalibrates his hair over his eyes to look like a dark souls boss faceless again. He holds his bass with the neck upwards, he’s reviving his high school orchestra club bass playing sensibility. Virtuoso. The high tempo of Wasureraneeyo’s songs is definitely on par with Hitorie’s, Rie's irregular metres, swapping, interchanging and 456 metres are monstrous, but the sheer volume of tutti and strumming in Wasure’s punk songs seems to be something else as well…! yganbare!! ●Also don’t worry about those missed minutes because Shibata crowd-surfs again. This time with cash in his hand a mission! Saying “I’m glad to be here! Take me to the cute beer darling!”, as he is driven by the hands of the compliantly ecstatic crowd towards a staff member waiting in the middle of the crowd, holding up your average beer! Shibata trades the cash for the cup, he orders everyone to gather under him, “I can’t stand up if you’re pushing my ass! Oh now I can thank you”, and at last he gains the support to stand up! On top of a crowd for God's sake he rises. To glug the beer like a food chain top predator of the wild. Then to slide back to stage while crying for his mom again.

●Hiroki physically shoves ygarshy around while they have the stage to themselves. Ahh how the tables turn, the kicker to the pushee. ●In his black robes ygarshy is just such a trance to witness play throughout… It’s really great in motion and as a whole I love dirty rock concerts. Music has to be heard, my lumberous lumpy text can’t convey those sound waves… So give it a watch if you may have free time to do so! Only if you can please! Source for comments and some info: https://skream.jp/feature/2019/06/muro_festival_2019.php More photos and videos can be found on their official twitter! Photos by Suzuki Kouhei woah...

#Watching the scene change from day to night was cool I want to go #The other bands are interesting enough they all deserve to be highlighted but my favoritism keeps me sticking here #ヒトリエ #ygarshy #hitorie

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strawori · 6 years ago

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Srodulv || Elu (1/2)

Summary: "The only thing he knew for sure was that he had told Eliott, not so subtly, that choices had to be made sometimes. And he also knew that choosing meant more than slipping a sentimental drawing into his pocket."

Or, the one where Lucas finds Eliott's Instagram.

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Lucas was tired. Or maybe exhausted was the better word to describe it. He felt like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders and he felt like everything around him was crumbling down. He didn't know how much longer he would be able to deal with it without breaking down.

His life hadn't been perfect for a long while. Things had already been falling apart with his parents and his living conditions for some time now. However, while those situations weren't great, he could deal with them. The problem was when more problems started piling up on top of him.

They started when Eliott entered his life and turned everything upside down. He had made Lucas discover things he still wasn’t sure he had wanted to discover and he had made Lucas feel things he had never felt before.

And then Eliott had left, he had made Lucas fall and didn’t catch him. Eliott had let him fall to the floor and left him there, hurt and crying, screaming for help with no one to hear.

Thinking back now, Lucas hated it all because he missed every one of those feelings he had when he was with Eliott and all the moments they spent together. Even if he didn't want to, he missed Eliott more than he should.

After Eliott left, everything in Lucas' life fell down so much faster.

Lucas’ heart broke and he wasn’t able to control all the emotions inside of him. Things with Chloé got out of hand. She screamed at him, she screamed the truth he didn’t want to face and she screamed it in front of way too many people. Lucas lied to his friends, told lie after lie, got into a fight with them and made everything become strained between them. And then he went and hurt himself. He punched a gate and bruised his hand almost as much as Eliott had bruised his heart with that text and the way he leaned down and kissed Lucille so soon after.

Lucas had been alone almost the whole week. He didn’t have anyone to sit with or anyone to talk to. Just the girls. They were like a little safety boat that could keep him afloat for a bit, before reality crashed over him like a powerful wave and made him struggle to stay above water. Spending Wednesday afternoon with them had been great, he had been able to breathe a little more easily for a few hours and, even though he hadn’t exactly forgotten everything that was happening, it had been a little easy to ignore it.

And then he had found the drawing. Eliott had somehow managed to slip it into his pocket and Lucas couldn't tell if he was more annoyed about Eliott reaching out to him, about him using his parallel universe philosophy to show the differences between them and their alternate reality selves, or about being called Eliott’s destiny after everything that had gone down between them.

The only thing he knew for sure was that he had told Eliott, not so subtly, that choices had to be made sometimes. And he also knew that choosing meant more than slipping a sentimental drawing into his pocket. Lucas was aware that the time he had spent with Eliott probably hadn’t meant much to the other boy. He knew that Eliott didn’t care that much about him and he surely didn’t lose sleep over their failed ‘relationship’.Therefore, Lucas wouldn’t let himself be played again; not even if Eliott called him his destiny.

And, as if things weren’t already bad enough in his life, he had been encouraged to talk to someone he trusted, open up and be truthful for once. And he had done it, he had been brave enough to do exactly that. His heart had been beating frantically inside his chest, his palms had been sweaty and he was shaking slightly, but a part of him knew that this was his best friend, his Yann, he wouldn’t leave him after finding this out. Yann wasn’t like that. And so Lucas had told him, opened up about his family problems, how much trouble sleeping he was having and about how he had fallen in love with Eliott.

For a moment, he had thought everything was going to be okay. He had thought that Yann was going to be there for him and let him talk. He had thought that he would listen to him and help him with this burden that he was carrying, but then everything had crumbled down. Yann had walked away, he ‘needed time’ was the only explanation he had given Lucas, just like Eliott had done. And if it had hurt when Eliott had done it, then it hurt even more with Yann who was supposed to be his best friend, his brother.

At least he had Mika and Manon. He wasn't completely alone was what he kept telling himself. They had listened to him, they had given him their shoulders to cry on and advice, they had held him while he let all the pent up emotions lose and Lucas was extremely grateful for that. And for them.

Lucas had underestimated greatly the need to let out everything he had bottled up. He could now see that talking about what was worrying him was a good thing. Although things didn’t become better just because he cried for a little, he felt a bit freer. Even if just for a few moments. And that was enough for now, it was already a great relief.

All in all, Lucas life wasn’t great right now.

He just hoped that the other Lucas in the other alternative universes weren’t going through what he was going through. He hoped that they were happy with their surfing, their big contracts, they football careers, their good grades and their Eliotts.

And one day he could be happy like them.

The first chapter is basically just a recap of what we know from canon, but the next chapter is the one where Lucas finally finds Eliott's Instagram.

#skam france #elu #fanfic

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blightfics · 6 years ago

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POKÉMON AUTUMN VERSION: RISE FROM FALL CHAPTER 8: SURF’S UP!

Previous Chapter: A Test of Strength

Next Chapter: More Coming Soon!

Disclaimer: Pokémon is a property of Game Freak and Nintendo, while Endless Summer is a property of Pixelberry. I do not claim any rights here.

Author’s Note: If the “Keep reading” doesn’t work, go here for the full post. Special thanks to @princessstellaris for helping me pick the perfect music recommended for this chapter and @mechaspirit for some scenes. You guys rock!

@xo-endlessmayhem-xo, @zekei-sentry, @mysteli, @choicesyouplayandmore, @brightpinkpeppercorn, @sceptilemasterr, @scgdoeswhat, @endlessly-searching-for-you

Recommended Music: Road Trip! (Choices)

It’s the second annual La Huerta River Race event and Quinn, the first place winner last year is speaking at the stage, alongside Meg, last year’s second place winner. Jake and Taylor spot their daughter, Kaitlyn, and the other kids.

Taylor: Hey, look who it is!

Jake: Li’l marshmallow!

The family run into each other, exchanging loving embraces. The others walk towards them with smiles.

Blight: Lookin’ slick, Flyboy.

Jake looks up and grins at Blight’s compliment.

Jake: Could say the same for you, Goggles.

The two men approach each other and high five. Jake whispers to Blight’s ear.

Jake: So, how is he?

Blight: He’s doing great. Just a few more getting used to his prosthetic limbs and--

Taylor: What are you guys whispering about?

Jake and Blight suddenly jump and look at Taylor with a nervous grin.

Jake: Nothing!

Blight: Yeah! We were just... talking about... umm...

Jake: Psyducks!

Blight: That’s right, Psyducks!

The two men quickly laugh to cut the tension and suspicion.

Everyone looks at them with unamused looks. Taylor lightly smacks Jake’s head.

Taylor: Geez, even without Tyler here, you always have someone to joke around with.

Jake: Ow!

Meanwhile, Vishakha and Elesis mock Blight.

Elesis: I rarely see you like this, Blight.

Vishakha: You’re so lame, Jester.

Blight: Hey!

After a few laughs and reconnecting, everyone walks to the crowd. Suddenly, a woman calls out to Mika.

Woman: Mika, my dear!

Mika turns to see her mother, holding a Pokémon egg.

Mika: Mom!

Mika rushes to hug her mother while Kaitlyn follows behind her.

Kaitlyn: Hello, Mrs. Dinh.

Mika’s Mother: Hello, Kaitlyn.

After they pull apart, Mika’s mother hands her daughter the Pokémon egg.

Mika’s Mother: Here you go, dear. Make sure you take care of it like it’s your own child.

Mika: Thanks, Mom.

The two share an embrace again and Mika’s mother plants a kiss on the girl’s forehead. They exchange “I love you’s” and “goodbyes” before parting ways. Kaitlyn's family approach Mika.

Kaitlyn: Soo, whatchu got there, Mika?

Mika: Oh, it’s a Pokémon egg.

Jake: I think Mikadzuki’s got a Togepi egg there.

(Note: Jake calls Mika, “Mikadzuki” because it is the Japanese word for “Crescent Moon”. Mika wears a crescent moon choker and she has a strand of hair that’s shaped like a crescent moon.)

Taylor: Oh, so you’re planning on using a Togepi evolution line for the Grand Festival.

Mika: Mhm!

Kaitlyn: That’s awesome!

After the four share smiles, they reunite with the others and listen to the rules of the River Race event.

Quinn: Now, the rules of the race are simple; reach the finish line first before your opponents do. The finish line is located at the riverside of Mansingh Town.

Taari: Oh! That’s where our next gym battle is!

Reginald: Then I guess we should participate in this race. Not only is it fun, but it’s also a way for us to reach my mother’s town fast.

Kaitlyn: Yep!

Meg continues the explanation of the rules.

Meg: However, you must NOT knock your opponent out of their surfboards. Only the obstacles are allowed to do that. Speaking of which, the race’s obstacles include, rock formations, small and harmless whirpools, and Carvanhas that only get hostile if you get too close.

Taari: Welp... shi--

Reginald: Language.

Quinn: The first three to reach the finish line will each receive a Pokémon egg.

Kaitlyn: Sweet!

Quinn: First place winner gets a Dratini Egg. Second place winner gets a Chikorita Egg. And Third place winner gets a Tynamo Egg.

Meg: Alright, racers. Please decide on which Pokémon to use and sign up on that booth over there.

Those who are interested in joining the race make their way to the sign up booth. Taari, Reginald, Kaitlyn and Mika do the same. Vishakha, Elesis and Meg are at the stage, exchanging hugs.

Meg: Miss ya, Sistas!

Elesis: Miss ya too!

Vishakha: Yeet!

Recommended Music: Legends of the Past

Meanwhile, Taylor and the other adults gather around to discuss something important.

Taylor: So, Blight... Jake says that you’ve been helping him find my brother, Tyler?

Blight: That’s right. According to my scans so far, he’s been last seen up in the mountains, near Prisma City.

Jake: That’s where Michelle lives.

Quinn: What do you think has he been doing these past months?

Blight: I don’t know but based on his the places he’s been going to... I think he’s...

Taylor: He’s what?

Blight: ...Looking for Vaanu’s other fragments, Palkia and Dialga.

There is a sudden silence between the group. Quinn clutches her chest after hearing what her husband has been doing ever since she lost him.

Quinn: ....Tyler....

Jake: So, Boy Scout’s been looking for answers to the questions we’ve been asking since he and Princess got back her five years ago?

Blight: I guess so...

Taylor scoffs.

Taylor: Well, that still doesn’t excuse him from leaving us! He should’ve told us about his plan. We could’ve covered more ground together! Instead, he did it alone because he’s so hung up on the loss of--

Taylor notices Quinn starting to break into tears.

Taylor: Oh no, Quinn. I’m sorry. I... didn’t mean to...

Taylor gives Quinn a gentle hug while Blight looks at Jake.

Blight: Loss?

Jake: Yup...

Jake clears his throat.

Jake: You see, Goggles... seven and a half months ago... Tyler and Quinn lost their son, Brandon Kelly.

A weight is pulled in Blight’s heart as he hears the sad news. He is also struck by the idea that he might lose his niece, his daughter-figure, Vishakha. He quickly turns to Quinn.

Blight: Quinn, I... I’m sorry...

Quinn shakes her head and wipes her tears.

Quinn: It’s... okay, guys... Just...

She looks at Blight.

Quinn: Promise me that you’ll find him...

Blight gives a reluctant look before nodding.

Blight: I will. I promise.

Jake shared the same expression Blight has.

Recommended Music: Mantine Surf (Pokémon)

Soon after, the tension is cut by the kids and the Aryndelle sisters approaching the adults.

Meg: Yo! Everything’s all set and everyone is signed up.

Jake gets between the adults and the kids to hide Quinn’s sadness.

Jake: Nice! Now, let’s get this show on the road, Megatron!

Meg: “Megatron”?

Jake: What?! It’s the best I can come up with your name!

Meg and the kids chuckle while Jake groans and leads them to the Grand La Huerta River. Blight and Taylor lead a slowly recovering Quinn to the stage as they watch the racers get ready. Taari, Reginald, Kaitlyn, Mika and the other racers change into their swimwear and call out their ride partners.

Kaitlyn: I’m counting on you, Empoleon!

Reginald: Come out, Croconaw!

Taari: Let’s go, Wartortle!

Mika: I choose you, Blastoise!

The three kids look at Mika’s Blastoise.

Mika: ....What?

Taari: Cool! Your Wartortle evolved! I can’t wait for mine to evolve too!

Reginald: I guess the girls have the evolutionary advantage here.

Kaitlyn: Yeet!

Jake stands on the stage and announces the beginning of the race.

Jake: Alright, racers. Get ready!!

The racers properly leash their Pokémon and mount their surfboards.

Jake: On your mark!... Get set!...

The kids squint their eyes while their Pokémon prepare themselves.

Jake: SURF’S UP!!

All the racers’s Pokémon dash past the starting line as they surf on the river. At the start of the race, Mika and Kaitlyn are competing in first place, while Taari and Reginald are right behind them.

Kaitlyn: Heh! Just like contest, eh?

Mika: You know it!

Taari: We need to catch up, Reggie!

Reginald: Agreed!

Taari and Reginald grin as they give their commands to their partners.

Taari: Use Aqua Jet!

Reginald: Use Aqua Jet!

Wartortle hides inside his shell and fires jets of water behind him from out of his shell holes to give Taari a boost. Croconaw surround himself with water as he does the same for Reginald. The two then pass Kaitlyn and Mika, accidentally splashing them with water.

Kailtyn: Hey!

Mika: Rude!

The boys snicker and high five.

Kaitlyn: Empoleon, use Bubble Beam!

Mika: Use Water Gun, Blastoise!

Empoleon fires a barrage bullet-like bubbles towards Taari while Blastoise fires a stream of water towards Reginald. The boys end up getting splashed with water but they remain on their boards.

Taari: Hey! No hitting the racers!

Reginald: Yeah! That’s against the rules!

Kaitlyn: It said that there’s no KNOCKING OUT!

Mika: Yeah! You started it!

The kids’ aggressive playstyle backfires as surrounding Carvanhas are agitated by their actions. The Savage Pokémon jump up from the river and ambush their agitators.

Taari: AAAHH!!

Kaitlyn: AAAHH!!

Reginald: AAAHH!!

Mika: AAAHH!!

The other slow-and-steady racers pass the kids.

Kaitlyn: Damn it! We gotta take back our lead.

Taari: Yeah!

Reginald: Truce for now?!

Mika: Yep!

The four compose themselves and work together to catch up to the other racers. Meanwhile, on the stage, Blight, Vishakha and Elesis say their goodbyes to the others.

Elesis: Right, we should probably head to Prisma City to prepare the Masquerade Ball.

Vishakha: Yep. Take care, Sis!

Meg: You too, Sista!

Blight looks at Jake, Taylor and Quinn.

Blight: You take care too, you guys.

Jake: No prob, Goggles.

They all exchange hugs before parting ways. Jake, Taylor, Quinn and Meg focus on the river race while Blight, Vishakha and Elesis make their way to Prisma City.

Recommended Music: Brink

A few minutes pass and Blight looks up and sees a familiar object.

Blight: Hey, isn’t that..?

His two nieces follow his gaze.

Vishakha: The orange and blue comet!

Elesis: What is that supposed to be anyway?

Blight: I dunno, but... I think this is the first time it’s passing by Earth since it’s never been seen before until now.

The three shrug off the comet and continue on their way. Meanwhile back at the river race, a loud boom is suddenly heard.

Jake: What was that?!

Two large figures pass by the stage. Jake and the others recognize them.

Taylor: Is that...?!

Jake: No way!

Quinn: It’s.... Tyler!

Meg: And Palkia?!

The three spot Tyler flying over the river, on his Charizard, while chasing Palkia.

Tyler and Palkia eventually fly over the racers. The kids notice them.

Taari: Woah! Is that...?!

Kaitlyn: Uncle Tyler?!

Reginald: And the legendary Palkia?!

Mika: What’s going on?!

Due to Palkia’s presence and it being cornered by Tyler, spacial disturbances start to appear around the area.

Recommended Music: Fight or Flight (It Lives)

Dangerous waves start to form on the river and the whirlpools start to get bigger.

Racer 1: Oh no!

Racer 2: Everyone get clear!

But it’s not yet over. Dark purple eyes start to gleam from beneath the river.

Reginald: The Carvanhas! Don’t tell me...

Taari: They’re being corrupted!

Kaitlyn: Hell no! I don’t want this to end up like It Lives Beneath!

Mika: Too late for that!

Taylor, Jake, Quinn and Meg take notice of the situation.

Quinn: The racers!

Meg: They’re in danger!

Jake: We gotta go help them.

Taylor: Come on!

The four rush towards the endangered racers. Meanwhile, Tyler is still chasing Palkia.

Tyler: Charizard, use Fire Blast!

Charizard attempts to breathe a 大-shaped flame towards Palkia. But before he could do it, another Fire Blast is fired towards them. Tyler and Charizard notices this and avoid it just in time.

Tyler: What the?!

Suddenly, two silhouettes leap from the forest. It’s revealed to be the Flame Vigilante and his Mega Blaziken.

Flame Vigilante: I found you, Tyler! YOU BASTARD!!

Tyler: Tch! You again!

Palkia turns to the two trainers with its eyes gleaming. It’s prepared to fight this time. Tyler and the Flame Vigilante prepare for a three-way battle.

The River Race was going great but suddenly the once-missing Tyler appears, along with Palkia. Then he clashes against it and the Flame Vigilante. But the racers are also in danger! What will be the outcome of the battle and the race? FIND OUT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER OF POKÉMON AUTUMN VERSION: RISE FROM FALL!

#endless summer #pokemon x endless summer #pauv #jake mckenzie #quinn kelly #es mc #jake x f!mc #quinn x m!mc

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straydogsandsaranghaes · 6 years ago

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GET TO KNOW ME

thank you @agexfyouth for tagging me! This is so fun. I’ve really been enjoying tumblr lately and interacting more with other kdramas blogs...so if anyone ever wants to chat, hit me up!

Nickname: Em sometimes, mostly just Emily Height: 5’9

Time: 9:05 pm

Fave band/fave artist: Mika, Juanes, the Eagles, Cheap Trick Song stuck in my head: Baby Shark, lol Last movie I saw: last new movie was Juliet, Naked, last movie was Spy Do I get asks: No lol, but I’m terrible about consistent blogging too so that probably doesn’t help...I have about 500 drafts Why I chose this username: Well, my username used to be straydogsandnakedguys but that was always a little risqué and was a quote from Smallville. But now that I’m almost entirely a kdrama blog, with misc. posts sprinkled in, I thought I should change my username to be a little more on point. Also, thanks @aigoounnie for helping me brainstorm! I ended up with a nice compromise because I couldn’t abandon my original username entirely (and this way, hopefully, people still recognize me!)

Following: 765 (lol, I feel like that is a lot but honestly I don’t care if I’m following inactive blogs) What I’m wearing: my work clothes, aka shapeless but comfy black dress (no tights! it was randomly 70 degrees here today-winter who?)

Dream job: successful writer (I did get short-listed in short-story contest once, but alas no reward) Dream trip: I mean...KOREA! But also, I’d love to go somewhere exclusively to surf, maybe a surf camp or something. Now that I’ve done it once, I’m hooked. Play any instruments: Eh, not if you count abandoning about a half-dozen throughout my childhood. Hair colour: dark brown Languages you speak: English and Spanish. And I’m learning Korean through the Korean Embassy (and of course TTMIK), but I’m taking a break right now. Most iconic song: Hotel California, The Eagles Random fact: I got the bends when I went scuba diving over Christmas. Not a fun experience.

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: sunflowers, delicious smells of baked goods wafting from the oven and a mess of a kitchen, comfy couches with a roaring fireplace

I tag @riaqueankdrama, @k2soverit and @iamtheonethinginlifeicancontrol :)

#this was fun!#no pressure to do it either!

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superleeleehipster · 7 years ago

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So I was surfing IG this morning and I came across a very interesting and very ironic quote:

And this got me thinking about how this ties into 8x14. Now all bad writing and awkward setting arcs aside, let’s just look at the characters themselves for a moment. Now I know many would like to think that Carol would be more suited to speak to Daryl about her woes with children as well as what happened to Sophia. It makes perfect sense, he was there when Sophia walked out of the barn, he searched for her for goodness sake, but maybe that’s not what Carol wanted to do.

Daryl and Carol are so close that they know when the other person is in complete turmoil, or is carrying guilt and shame around. Yes it could be very cathartic for her to speak freely about Sophia and her problems with him, but I’m sure she’s also hesitant to say anything about it to him b/c she knows it could bring up old wounds of his own. Carol loves Daryl and vice versa, and she would do anything to keep him from feeling any more pain, even at the expense of her own sanity. Daryl had already shown this trait towards her back in season 7, where even though it would’ve been great for him to speak to Carol about his grief over Glenn as well as Denise, he lied to her b/c he knew she wasn’t mentally ready for it. He shoved the pain and grief to the back of his mind just so that his girl could have just a little more peace and quiet.

So maybe her talking to Ezekiel was her sharing her burdens to someone who doesn’t share the history with her, and frankly, that can also be very cathartic too.

On a personal matter, I was having some anxiety problems a few years ago and I knew that a lot of it stemmed back to my childhood epilepsy. I never really talked about it much until when I was trying to get over the trauma from it, but I very quickly realized that talking to my own mother may not be the best option. Anytime I tried to speak to her about it, she would get very on edge and ask “why are you bringing this up now? I don’t want to think about it”. My mom has always described those years with my epilepsy as the worst years of her life, and she’s done her best to try and forget about them. So even though we share that history, and she could at least somewhat relate to the way I was feeling, I realized that she wasn’t the best person to ask b/c it hurt her to talk about it. So I spoke with friends (as well as a few strangers) and it helped me considerably to work through my inner problems.

My point is, yes it can be very cathartic to speak to someone about a traumatic event that you two share, but it can also be a good idea to speak to a stranger as well. Would I have wanted her to share scenes with Daryl about Sophia? Of course, but maybe this route was the better one for now b/c at least Daryl wouldn’t be subjected to more past guilt than he is currently feeling.

And who knows, maybe Carol and Daryl have shared moments behind the scenes where they spoke about Lizzie, Mika and Sophia as well as Denise, Glenn and Dwight. Gimps just thinks everyone can make assumptions to fill in the gaps when he’s too lazy to write the scenes for it.

Anyways, just a random thought that popped in my head this morning. Caryl on peeps!

#caryl #twd #the walking dead #daryl dixon #carol peletier

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wilzorose · 3 years ago

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I posted 16,781 times in 2021

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For every post I created, I reblogged 3355.2 posts.

I added 27 tags in 2021

#prev tags - 7 posts

#i guess - 4 posts

#i’m happy with that - 3 posts

#questions - 2 posts

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Longest Tag: 111 characters

#also from my knowledge of biology (human biology mind you) semen should only have one of the xy chromosome pair

My Top Posts in 2021

You know what I want to see? A Star Wars AU where Han and Luke only meet up once Luke is a full blown Jedi. At first they are grumpy at each other, but eventually get together (Han has a relationship with both skywalkers, because why not?) the logistics of Luke getting off Tatooine obviously require some work, but work with me here.

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So my dash did a thing

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What’s a movie you love to watch over and over again? One you can help but watch if you happen to find it while channel surfing or browsing a streaming service?

Probably The Old Guard now, but the film I’ve definitely watched the most has to be The Incredibles. Whenever I wanted to watch a film when younger, I always chose The Incredibles. I must have literally watched it over 100 times

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All this has been memed before and all this will be memed again

@chibi-masshuu tagged me in a getting to know you game.

rules: tag ten people you want to get to know better

Relationship Status: engaged to @leathershouldbetight

Favorite Colour: depends how I’m feeling. Probably royal blue currently.

Three Favourite Foods: I have a top five I know, so this is hard, but I’ll go with roast lamb, roast duck breast, and japanese udon noodles

Song Stuck in my Head: Well, I’m currently listening to Cherry by Harry Styles

Last Song I Listened To: Lights Up by Harry Styles, as its the track before Cherry on the album

Last Thing I Googled: stardew multiplayer farmhouse expansion, because goddamn I want that kitchen!

Dream Trip: Probably Japan. I’ve never gone, but plan to do so when married

Anything I really Want: to have my partner stay with me during the times of the year when I can’t leave London due to my job

Last Show: I'm rewatching Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. Does that count?

Last Movie: Spirited Away

Tea or Coffee: Neither

Currently Reading: Rhythm Of War by Brandon Sanderson

Currently Watching: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

Sweet, Spicy, or Savory: Again, depends how I’m feeling, but I guess sweet?

I tag @elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey , @atommalily, @spiders-hth-is-an-outlier, @tharook, @superpoorlifechoices, @melonbride , @rowenas-pickle, @sablesides, and that’s all the people I feel comfortable tagging. Who doesn’t love breaking the rules?

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My new haircut, for those that care. And yes, my hairdresser also sells wine, however did you know?

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rebel-band · 4 years ago

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Track 6. Always Tomorrow

The rain always had a soothing rhythm to Yoo-mi -- regular drumming against the sill, rumble of spring thunder somewhere in the grayish clouds -- but it rarely made him sleepy, rather more likely to venture into another marathon of focused guitar practice. At the moment he was, however, nowhere near a guitar, and stared blankly through the raindrop dotted window in the computer corner of the library, trying to force his brain to work on an essay. The words of course didn't come, at least not in the volume exceeding the minimum 300. Instead he did write down in a notebook a set of new chords to try out at home.

"You're more than welcome to come in tomorrow to use the computer," the librarian's polite yet tired voice broke the silence, and Yoo-mi checked a small pixelated clock on the screen.

He still had some time before the shift today but without a computer there was no way to add anything else to up the grade. "This is for tomorrow. Can I just print it?", he said defeated. The woman nodded, although she glanced at the clock on her way back to the counter.

Yoo-mi quickly gathered his things as the printer spat out short of 2 pages of his homework. This would need to suffice, he wasn't counting on a good score anyway. He apologized for the delay, then quickly shoved the paper into his bag. The librarian waved him a goodbye.

Quick change of shoes and a sheepish stare of two girls from class B in the locker room later, he was heading home, thinking about the first couple of weeks of school.

It was new turf and so new rules. Not wanting to fall into a cliché he had been, he obviously fell into another one. But it was far better to not be liked for being the tough and stand-offish guy than the poor fucking orphan. Another day tomorrow to prove the point.

He didn't really have much time to dwell on the drama that was his class life, and frankly didn't care much for it, as long as it didn't escalate to violence. But so far name calling behind his back was all they ever did. After all, this was a different kind of school than his mid school. A school with kids getting scholarships, playing team sports and in bands, planning festivals, trips, and study groups.

It was tough on Yoo-mi for a different reason. Getting back into the right habit, after almost a year of setting your own rules and schedule, was demanding, especially with a job on top of it. Although, he had to admit Kotarō was a surprisingly flexible boss. Unlike the jobs Yoo-mi had had at 7eleven or with the delivery runs from the fish market, he could choose his own hours at Blackbird and actually got scolded already for overdoing it with the number of shifts per week.

And it's not like Kotarō didn't want to pay for it, he was just genuinely worried about Yoo-mi working himself to an early grave, as he had put it more than once. Which is why they made an agreement he'd never be working Sundays, to give each new school week a fresh, well-rested start.

But what could you do when it was not only the money that was great on the job. It was the music part of the business that he enjoyed the most.

Every other week, Yoo-mi had met new musicians going through Blackbird. He'd helped them set up before gigs, learning the ropes firsthand from technicians or just the guys playing, if theirs was a small indie band. He played music together on sound checks and practice sessions. He learned new tricks from old seasoned bluesmen. Somehow, it didn't matter to anyone where he had come from or who he was, how many years he'd been playing and how he'd first started -- as long as their common language was music, there was no misunderstanding. They treated him like an equal.

Last week, Kate had even asked Yoo-mi to join her band on a demo. After the visit in a studio, he couldn't sleep all night from the excitement. And so five thirty in the morning he'd actually called Kobayashi to thank him for being so stubborn and insisting to meet Mika in Tokyo in the first place.

"I owe you this life." There wasn't a different way to put it.

"You owe it to yourself," came the reply from the old man.

A feeling of relief had washed over Yoo-mi then at the words, like a wave. For the first time he thought that maybe, just maybe, it was true. He deserved to decide on his own terms that this was what he wanted to do with his life.

They kept silent over the line for a while, early morning seagulls singing their song against the wind and waves, and Yoo-mi realised how much he'd actually missed the sound of the sea. He booked a bus ticket for the following Sunday shortly after.

He needed to feel the sand in his toes on the cold empty beach again; to hear the roar of the ice-cold ocean and the ticking of the clock in the warm kitchen. He needed the right people to brace for June ahead.

At this very precise moment, however, he needed to hurry.

Just as he dug out a compact black umbrella from his bag, he noticed Hikaru at the end of the corridor by the door, black gig bag on his back. He shuffled in place, switching the gaze between the phone and the view outside.

Life had a habit of throwing them in each other's way since that not exactly first but definitely more personal encounter in the music room. Yoo-mi wasn't exactly sure what to make of it but to his own surprise, here was another person in his life that he wasn't annoyed by. Maybe because Hikaru wasn't pushy or loud but he still had some nerve.

Like on that Monday after the music room meeting, when Yoo-mi ran into class at the last minute. Hikaru was still busy chatting with the class rep, and that other friend from their group. The clock rang nine and the teacher arrived soon after, and only then Yoo-mi noticed a small packet in a paper envelope on the desk. A handwritten note said "Welcome to Tokyo". There was also a doodle of an angry Godzilla holding a guitar. Inside the envelope was a set of new Gibson strings. The set Hikaru later refused to take back when confronted about it.

Or some days later, when Yoo-mi left the class to, again, eat lunch alone on a bench in the corridor, trying to avoid the unfriendly crowd and finally read the latest YG. He could hear Hikaru's group of friends joke loudly about his mom's stress cooking, and enjoy their time together over food. Then suddenly the fun stopped with loud gasps. At that moment Hikaru walked out of the classroom and handed Yoo-mi a tier of those traditional looking bento boxes filled with food.

"Mom made these to share," he said like it was the most obvious thing on Earth, and sat down by Yoo-mi with a magazine of his own to read. His smile, kind and radiant, voice genuine, even the way he said "mom" not "my mom", made it feel inclusive. Yoo-mi immediately recalled the feeling of home he'd had the first time he sat down at the table in the beach house.

"You grab some too," he offered his own lunch in return. And so they kept the ritual going once a week at least -- a surprising ray of sunlight peeking through otherwise dark clouds of Yoo-mi's class life.

These things took courage, Yoo-mi knew, judging by the sheer number of jaws dropping open and heads peering out the classroom at their sight every time. While he was used to people staring for most of his life, it was admirable for Hikaru to put himself into that weird spotlight willingly. Yet somehow, Yoo-mi had a feeling he actually enjoyed this small rebellion against their class.

"It's not gonna stop anytime soon," he said, finally catching him by the door. Hikaru startled.

"Man, why did I think riding was a great idea today," he groaned hugging his bright purple and orange longboard closer.

Yoo-mi smiled, then handed him the umbrella. "Keep it. Go home. See you tomorrow." The cold and damp air hit him in the face as he opened the door to leave.

"What? Wait!"

He could hear quick steps on the wet gravel and soon Hikaru bumped into him with the umbrella.

"I can't let you walk back in the rain," he protested, juggling the helmet, longboard, bag, and umbrella in his arms. "I live close by, I'll be fine."

"But you're gonna ruin the guitar."

He grimaced at the thought and trod closer to get the gig bag under the umbrella too, almost prodding Yoo-mi in the eye in the process. "It really makes more sense for you to hold it," he grinned apologetically, handing the umbrella back.

Yoo-mi sighed, then checked the time on his phone. "Guess I'm walking you home then."

"Guess you are."

They walked swiftly side by side, two pairs of chucks -- black and red -- peeking from under the umbrella and getting wetter by the minute.

"How's business?" Hikaru asked with the Osaka phrase and a shy smile, and he almost got it right with the pitch.

"So, so," was the standard answer, of course, and Yoo-mi thought how surprisingly accurate it was at this time of his life.

"I should have taken the hard case, I know, never thought it's going to rain that much. And it's just easier to ride with the gig bag. It's lighter," he said.

"It's a bad idea altogether."

"It's fine, I've got good reflexes. And I don't bruise easily," he laughed, "Do you skate?"

"No." Hikaru looked disappointed with the answer. "I used to surf, though."

"That's pretty neat," Hikaru beamed. "Hajima surfs too, he started last summer. But then he broke an arm in August," he glanced sideways biting slightly the right corner of his lower lip.

"Happens to the best," Yoo-mi shrugged, recalling his own bruises and bumps on the steep learning curve.

Maybe he should rebook the bus ticket for Saturday night, he thought suddenly, and then surf straight at dawn. It was May, sure, the ocean's gonna be fucking cold but he could catch some good waves already. Who knows, maybe even beat Murasaki to the first heavies before the season. He smiled at the thought.

Then he caught Hikaru staring at him with a grin. "You really enjoy surfing. Just thinking about it, right?"

He had a keen eye for observing people, Yoo-mi had to give him that.

"Is it better than guitar?"

"Please," Yoo-mi shot him a look, one eyebrow arched. "It's just a different kind of rush."

They walked in silence for a while, then Hikaru drummed fingers against the longboard. "Can I ask you a private question?"

Yoo-mi tightened the grip on the umbrella.

"And you don't have to answer," he added with a gentle smile.

"Fine." But would it be?

"Were you supposed to be a senior this year?"

Ha, so that's what this was about.

"I just thought I'd ask, everyone's dying to know," Hikaru rolled his eyes.

"What's the stakes pot right now for that one?" Yoo-mi asked and, though surprised at first, Hikaru grinned back.

"Almost 2,500 yen."

"Let it rise to 3,000, you bet on mid year, we split the cash."

Hikaru didn't even try to hide the chortle that got out of his mouth.

"I'm serious," Yoo-mi shrugged, grin on his face, "It's easy money."

"Well, tough luck, I'm not betting on any of these," he shook his head with a smile. "So what happened? Did you drop out?"

Yoo-mi ran a hand through his hair and, though the evening was quite cold, he felt a sudden hot flush crawl up his ears. He cleared his throat. "Never really started."

Hikaru's blue eyes widened. "Oh. A ronin year, huh?"

The irony of the term didn't escape him. Waif. Wanderer. Walkout. Exactly who he was. He looked away. "Something like that."

"Must've been nice, less stress with the entry exam."

Not the first one, Yoo-mi thought bitter, and felt a shiver up his right arm. He shook the umbrella to get rid of the feeling.

Hikaru paused in his steps for just a second, then aligned again with Yoo-mi. "Why didn't you attend the opening ceremony?" he asked, dropping the previous subject completely.

This was only slightly less of a mess to talk about. "They didn't let me," Yoo-mi grumbled in reply, shoving a hand into his pocket.

Hikaru titled his head. "The school? Why?"

"Didn't think I'd be a good fit."

He thought of the rejection letter full of niceties, which stated there was more applicants than the school could admit, that some candidates had "stronger personal traits" and "extracurricular credentials", and that a "particular school the student attends is less important than what the student does to develop his strengths" -- all in all, good luck and good riddance.

It was shitload of crap as far as he could tell. His score was good, he knew it. Only his social background wasn't really a picture painted as nicely as they'd like to.

If it weren't for the Black Thunder that was Mika and her quick intervention; the way she openly threatened the school board to send investigative journalists to expose the issue of denying education to someone in a "vulnerable social standing", he wouldn't be able to attend at all. Although he didn't really appreciate her calling him vulnerable, in any sense of the word.

"That's harsh."

"It is what it is," Yoo-mi shrugged. "Someone I know helped out, so, here I am."

"And why at this time? Did you finally join a club?"

Yoo-mi shook his head. "Homework. Needed a change of scenery. And a dictionary." A computer too but that was kind of harder to admit.

"Language barrier?"

"No," Yoo-mi made a face, eyes narrowed, scanning him for mockery. But there was none, his blue eyes open wide with interest at what he was going to say. "I was born in Japan. I just suck at writing. Words in general."

Hikaru smiled. "You're good at guitar, that's just a different medium to say things."

Yoo-mi couldn't agree more.

"You still in the music club, huh?" he pointed with the head to Hikaru's guitar.

"Yea, don't really have anyone else to play with," he chuckled, hugging the longboard closer again.

The tone wasn't calling Yoo-mi out but he felt a strong knot tighten inside his chest. "Shit. Sorry, busy month."

"It's OK," he smiled a weary smile back.

"No, it's not. It's just that...I'm getting a guitar." Why did he even feel the need to explain? "Needed the cash so worked a lot of extra shifts."

Hikaru perked up on the spot. "Electric?"

"Saito 622."

His mouth fell half open. "So modern. That's unusual."

Yoo-mi raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Just thought you more of a Jazzmaster or Mustang type of guy," he shrugged.

"Is that what you wanna get yourself?"

"I'm still looking for one I'd like. I may get it for my birthday in October."

"Yours is a Hummingbird, right? You might wanna get another Epiphone for starters."

"We'll see how I'm with money. There's all that stuff you want to buy with it, pedal boards and custom pickups, amps. Never used one of these before so don't even know what I'm looking for. Man, when gear acquisition syndrome hits like that, I envy you having a real job."

"I can ask if they need more help."

"Maybe over the summer. I'm usually so beat after school I can't get my thoughts together, not to mention remembering someone's orders. I don't know how you do it, to be honest, school and work, and pretty okay grades so far."

Yoo-mi sighed, "Not much of a choice really," then looked away.

Hikaru paused for a while. "Why'd you go for a Saito?" he asked, again with a gentle smile.

Why did he?

It was a fucking grey day when he first played it, after the exams at Bad Boss Guitars. The label on its display said "colourful sound". That's what it was like, really. Sparkly and vivid. The strings drew him close with every strum.

"I liked the way it sounded. Couldn't stop thinking about it since," he turned away, suddenly embarrassed with his own words.

"Love at first sight then," Hikaru snickered in reply.

As soon as they reached the third house on the quiet street, he stopped. Yoo-mi looked at the small white building with a red Mitsubishi Colt on the driveway and maple trees along the fence. For a second he wondered if he's going to catch a glimpse of Shanyao at this house, though she and Hikaru didn't look remotely related. Maybe the name was a coincidence after all.

"Do you want to come in?"

With a nervous swallow, Yoo-mi shook his head. "I have work." And shitload of trust issues, he didn't add.

"Right. And mom would't let you out until after dinner. She'd want to adopt you straight away looking like that," he chuckled at Yoo-mi's hair damp with rain, and fixed his own curl clinging to the rim of the glasses, "Got terribly overprotective since I started high school."

Before he could notice Yoo-mi's brows gathering in at the statement, he peeked behind Yoo-mi's back, and groaned. "Oh, Ants! How'd you get outside the fence again."

Yoo-mi turned his back to notice a red and white corgi run towards them, and before he could do anything, muddy paws landed first on Hikaru's then on his own shins in an excited greeting.

Hikaru whined a "Sorry," but Yoo-mi just waved it off, handing him the umbrella, and crouched down to greet the dog too.

"You're a clever boy, aren't you," he patted the completely wet triangle head and the fluffy ears, "Yes you are." The dog yapped, delighted. "He probably dug a hole somewhere along the fence."

Hikaru tilted his head with eyes wide open, "Do you have a dog?"

"Used to live with one for a while. She kept digging her way out to go to the beach," he snickered. "Now there's just this stray cat that keeps coming back to my place."

"I have two."

"Busy house."

"Always is." He pushed the dog through a gate. "Let me know when the guitar's there. Maybe we'll catch up then," he added with a small wave goodbye.

"You should come over," Yoo-mi blurted out before Hikaru stepped out from under the umbrella. He stopped immediately. "I'm not one to break a deal. I'll teach you how to use an amp, if you want."

"Yeah?" Yoo-mi had never seen a smile that big.

"Yea," he smiled too.

And one so contagious.

It took Yoo-mi 45 minutes to walk back home, by which time he felt like he was wading ankle deep in water. He changed quickly, tossed the shoes and the blazer on the radiator in the bathroom, and was down in Blackbird 20 min before his shift to warm himself with a cup of coffee.

Monday evenings were always slow, so Sado appreciated his earlier arrival and some last bit of company before finishing his shift. But then Yoo-mi was left alone in the warm outpost among the storm that was Blackbird with a hot mug and a book for the rest of the day.

Week later, during a Wednesday lunch break, just as Yoo-mi was getting up from his seat to leave the class, he was stopped by Hikaru's whine.

"God I need something sweet, help me out you guys."

It wasn't precisely directed at him as Hikaru's eyes darted from Yoo-mi to Hajima to Motoki, from over a can of cherry Coke that he chugged probably half of in one go as soon as the teacher left the room.

"And the Coke's somehow not enough?" Hajima gave him a disbelieving look, and he whined again.

"Physics drains my brain so hard I could drink a tanker of Coke and still fall from lowered sugar level."

"More likely into a coma," Yoo-mi interrupted him, hovering a 7eleven Dorayaki over his head.

"O, thank God, a chocolate one," he tried grabbing it but Yoo-mi moved it out of reach.

"Lunch first," he replied, making a pause between the words.

Hikaru groaned, looking around for support.

"Don't look at me, I agree completely," Hajima shrugged.

"And I'm not looking for trouble," Motoki laughed, raising both hands up.

"Fine, if you stay," Hikaru looked up at Yoo-mi with a grin, then moved the chair to make space for him.

Yoo-mi looked at the other guys. Hajima smiled and took out his bento box from the bag, while Motoki was clearly trying not to grin himself.

Was this a bet too, Yoo-mi wondered for a second, trying to make him join them for lunch. He sighed.

All four of them sat down comfortably with food. Well, all three of them. Yoo-mi bounced his foot against the floor, and felt his throat dry out in a second.

Where was this going? What do you say? What should you say? Thoughts raced through his head, chased by a wave of unpleasant memories, as eyes darted to the door.

"How's the guitar?"

Hikaru's calm voice from over a magazine he was browsing grounded Yoo-mi firm in present again. His blue eyes smiled with reassurance.

Guitar. That he knew well. That he could talk about. "Good." Yoo-mi let out a quiet exhale. "It's gonna be there in the next two weeks."

"Did you get a new one?"

It felt strange when Hajima asked something other than the usual school related stuff. He held strong eye contact and looked genuinely interested.

"Yes."

"Guitars are expensive, right?" he addressed Hikaru, who simply replied with a theatrical sigh, "Same with baseball gear. Pay and cry, every single time."

"But it must feel good to get a bag of cash like that in hand," Motoki laughed in reply.

Yoo-mi was getting the guitar in installments, nevertheless, he couldn't help but snort at the bag-full-of-cash image. "If you've earned it, yeah."

"Did you learn at school?" Hajima asked. "Ten-chan learned all by himself," he grinned.

Hikaru hid his face behind the magazine but Yoo-mi noticed a blush on his neck.

"I'm self-taught too."

"See? It's nothing special," he appeared back, rolling his eyes.

Hajima just shook his head. "Do you miss Osaka?" he asked Yoo-mi.

"No." And it wasn't a lie. Nothing good ever came out of there.

"Not even the takoyaki?"

"OK, maybe that."

"Yea, they don't make it here that good," Hajima snickered, "I've been once. We had a weekend family trip when I was 12, went to see the Tigers play. Have you ever been?"

Yoo-mi shook his head with a grimace. "Not really a baseball fan."

"I forgot you've been to Koshien already," Motoki addressed Hajima with a mouthful of katsu, and he beamed, clearly happy with the memory of visiting the stadium. "I only ever been to Kansai to visit my great aunt in Amagasaki, and that was frigging dull. Do you know where that is?"

Yoo-mi hesitated for a second, foot tapping in place. "I was born there."

"Really?"

"Haven't been since I was four."

"And I thought you moved a lot," Hajima pointed at Motoki, who simply nodded.

"Born in Iwata, then moved to Saitama, then finally to Tokyo three years ago," he counted on the fingers, "Did you also move because of your dad's job?"

Yoo-mi's expression tightened at the mention of that stereotypical family setup.

"Oh my God, will you look at that!" At exactly that moment, Hikaru choked loudly on a sip of Coke and threw the magazine on the desk towards Motoki, pointing over the text a bit too enthusiastically.

As the guys leaned over it and tried to work out what he meant, Hikaru sent Yoo-mi a small smile.

"What is it?" Motoki finally asked him, fed up with looking for clues.

"There's going to be another Trinity Ruin season."

Motoki rolled eyes at his friend. "Duh, we've known that for 2 months, genius."

Yoo-mi looked at Hikaru who had this innocent smile on his face now. "So...he always so overjoyed about these things?" he asked the guys, playing along, and saw Hikaru nod just ever so slightly, eyes smiling in approval.

"Yea, he's such a geek sometimes, get used to it," Motoki snorted.

"You can't blame me, it's a great series," Hikaru shrugged with a smile.

"Did you watch that special released lately online. I feel like it was just a filler."

"Didn't have Genma in it, it's not the same. I think he's the best addition to the cast really since Maki."

The conversation then moved to some other series, and they were all surprised by Yoo-mi's lack of knowledge of these things. Sure, he's known about Pokemon, Mario or Gundam, mostly from all the crap sold at Donki in Dotombori, but he'd never had a chance to enjoy it and so didn't really care. Guys here, on the other hand, seemed like they could dwell on it for hours, and they completely forgot what they were asking Yoo-mi in the first place.

The diversion wasn't maybe subtle but it worked, and he was genuinely grateful he didn't have to explain himself the first time he'd ever tried to make friends or whatever it was he was doing here.

Not that he ever really could.

"Nice act there," he addressed Hikaru as they were going through the empty classroom during cleaning duty, and he curtsied to Yoo-mi's amusement. "How did you know?"

He pulled at his collar. "I googled how'd you have an official Korean name if you were born here. Sorry."

Yoo-mi crossed arms over the chest and frowned. He never knew anyone who cared so much to be this curious. Tapping foot in place, he decided it wasn't maybe too big of a deal.

"Whatever, don't worry about it," he said, though made a note to search for his own name to see what results come up, just in case.

Hikaru shuffled in place, then made that face of his again, biting the right corner of the lower lip. "I'm sorry he's...gone."

Yoo-mi shot him a look, both eyebrows raised. "Why? Not my fault dad was a dick who bailed."

To his surprise, Hikaru snorted at the words, albeit rather joylessly.

"Sorry," he said again, checking himself, hand scraping over the face. "Jesus, I'm going to make that into a t-shirt. Mine's gone too," he added, as if to apologize for his behaviour, and tried to be casual about it, but the tremble in his voice gave him away, and there was a ghost of pain in his smile. He immediately took the dustpan to empty it to the bin of nothing.

Yoo-mi took in his slouched posture and the empty stare, and felt a painful lump in his throat. Loss, whatever the kind, was never easy to deal with. "Thanks for sticking up for me," he said after a while, and Hikaru just nodded. "You still free Saturday?"

His face immediately relaxed. "Should I bring anything?"

Yoo-mi smiled. "Well tuned strings and attitude."

"Are you two princesses done? 'Cause some of us have a life outside cleaning duty," Suzuki slid into the classroom with a mop. "Set up your lousy date like normal people, on the phone."

Yoo-mi gave her a cold stare.

He also saw Hikaru move a step away from him with a nervous swallow.

"Man, right, I don't have your number," the blue eyes widened and he reached to his pocket for a phone.

Suzuki groaned, and went back to the corridor to drag in a bucket full of water, not waiting for them anymore.

"I'll help," Hikaru rushed to lift it for her, sticking his phone into Yoo-mi's hand.

It was one of these newer smartphones, set in a vinyl phone case in what Yoo-mi thought probably all colours of the rainbow. There were multiple characters from an anime called Hyper Foolish something something, judging by the logo, and a lucky cat phone strap attached to it.

Yoo-mi looked at the new contact page on the screen. It wasn't the first time he's exchanged numbers but there was usually a very clear utilitarian purpose to it. Something you do so your boss can call you or your landlord.

It was the first time he'd had a chance to share his number with...a friend?

He was surprised that out of all words possible his brain so easily fed him exactly that one first to describe what it thought this was between him and that geeky kid over there. Then again, there was accord between them, some unspoken agreement. Like rhythm they both were comfortable playing.

It was probably the closest thing to friendship he'd ever experienced. For most of his life, people were either indifferent or simply hostile towards him. But the longer he stayed in Tokyo, the more people in his life seemed to like him, although he still wasn't used to the feeling of being liked.

Did K. ever really like him?

The question flashed in his mind for a fraction of a second, like that one flickering green neon in Dotonbori. An unwelcome cold shiver followed, Yoo-mi automatically touched the back of the neck, and froze in place.

But then a chime on Hikaru's phone brought him back to life, and the feeling was gone as fast as the memory that had caused it. He wrote down his last name and the digits, then clicked Save.

"Gotta go, before she kills me," he threw a look at Suzuki crossing the floor with a mop and an angry face, then returned the phone. In a couple of seconds, he moved out of her way and out of the classroom without a goodbye.

"Why do you still hang out with him? He's a bad influence," she huffed.

"Please, tell me, what exactly it is that he did wrong? Other than calling everyone out on their bullshit," Tennoko crossed arms over the chest, and she grimaced. "It's not his fault people like to gossip. And he's actually really cool."

"Oh he's soooo cool, he's so great," she mocked.

Tennoko felt his chest tighten as his breath hitched for a second. He braced for a hurtful slur to drop, even if jokingly.

"You sound like such a hopeless younger brother right now, seriously," she threw her head back rolling her eyes.

Tennoko sighed with relief.

"Well, you'd know," he teased back, "Suzuki Natsumi's your sister, right?"

She straightened up and tensed on the spot. "How'd you even..."

"Anyone remotely interested in music knows her. Rumour is, a successful interview with her is a deal maker for any indie band that wants to get out there. She predicts trends with absurd accuracy," he grinned.

"Yes, she's famous for that," Suzuki rolled her eyes again.

"She finished this same school."

"And never even got to university, yet everyone's talking only about her," she pressed her lips into a tight line. "Or of him. Why is it always about the weird things. Why is it that no one ever cares about--"

"Professionalism? Hard work?"

She let out a long, low sigh. "No one is talking about that."

Tennoko smiled at her. "Hello? Best entry score of the year? Captain of the winning mid school team in the prefecture Ekiden championships?"

Suzuki blinked rapidly, and a small blush crawled on her cheeks. "You heard."

"They are talking. You're just tuned to the wrong buzz," he grinned. "What do you say? Give him a chance? You didn't think I was cool, when we met."

"I still don't," she stuck out a tongue in jest, and Tennoko made a face. "Okay, Tomomi likes you so you're not all bad. And you've got good taste in music," she elbowed him to the side.

"So does he. Well, at least I think so."

"Yeah, surf rock and metal, not my style."

Tennoko grinned. "I'm thinking more indie and electronica for some reason."

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kootenaygoon · 4 years ago

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I was watching music videos again.

Dragon smoke unfurled before me, my living room throbbing with purple Targaryen magic, while Tove Lo sang from my glowing laptop. I gotta stay high all the time to keep you off my mind. I was shirtless in my Shambhala tights, allowing YouTube to send my mind careening through what some algorithm had decided should be my mental breakdown playlist. Repeatedly it returned to a haunting electronica track from Disclosure: You help me lose my mind, and you believe something I can't define. Help me lose my mind. Mika was at class at Selkirk College while I raved, trampling her rabbit’s shit pebbles into the carpet with my slippers.

All around me were canvases, procured with my final cheque from the Star, at various states of completion. I’d finished a couple more flamboyant self-portraits, but now I’d moved on to psychedelic dinosaurs, shape-shifting jelly-fish, and paintings of both Mika and my barber Jesse Lockhart. Right now I was working on my first nude, a beach scene set on the fictional island of Quatsino, with my UBC manuscript’s protagonist knee-deep in the surf. Paisley’s dreadlocks hung blonde around her shoulders, and on her forearm I had painstakingly recreated the rose tattoo her real-life counterpart got back when we lived together in Victoria. I could’ve easily been painting Kessa. A joint hanging from my lips, I felt tears slide down my cheeks like fat slugs, my mind flashing back and forth between fiction and non-fiction. Sometimes it seemed like there was no difference — these were all just characters in my mind, and real or not they spoke to me.

Stacked on the kitchen counter was three or four copies of my last issue of the Star, the one featuring the #MeToo story with Mharianne and Laela. I’d asked Ed about the story while collecting my things from the office, and he’d hinted that it may be on the chopping block due to my departure. I insisted it was done, everybody was interviewed and signed off, it was all ready to go — “you would literally be silencing sexual assault survivors,” I made sure to say. Then I called the president of Selkirk College, begging him to talk sense into Aaron Layton and letting him know I was planning to publish it online myself. They couldn’t kill it, not now. They could take my job away, but they couldn’t take that story. They ultimately ran it without my byline—a masterpiece without a proper signature.

Meanwhile, I had other things on my mind.

“You didn’t wear a condom?” Mika asked, when I told her about Natalya’s potential pregnancy. She was looking increasingly more concerned when she returned to the house to find me manic and monologuing.

“I hate condoms.”

“So what were you using for birth control? Wasn’t this chick married?”

I dragged my knuckles against my temple, my skin trembly and sweat-slicked. “I thought she was too old. She’s like 42 or something. And she’s already got kids, right? I thought she was on top of this shit.”

Mika rolled her eyes. “You have nobody to blame here but yourself. Seriously, you don’t get my sympathy.”

I had initially intervened in Mika’s life because she was in the midst of a break-up, and I empathized with the struggle of going through something so publicly embarrassing in such a small town. It wasn’t until we moved in together that I encountered her real personality — she was a hyper-nerd, into science and learning and the weekly Bingo night. She was one of the bud tenders at the local dispensary, which was a convenient way for me to meet the owners. Amidst my chaotic and prolific dating life, I was trying to keep her on a platonic level.

My Nelson sister, something like that.

“This is toxic masculinity, right here. I’m such a fucking asshole,” I said. “This is what Me Too is all about.”

“Not everything is about Me Too. You’re just obsessed with that lately.”

I shook my head. “Kessa’s dead, Mika. That’s a real thing. Fucking pedophile rings and rape everywhere. This is what the woman are raging about. They’re dancing.”

“Dancing?”

“Like those girls on roller skates, in the Chet Faker video. You know the one?”

By this point she knew me pretty well, and as her eyes narrowed I realized this was more than a normal high. I was operating from an extra elevated plane, like I’d lost sensory hold over my body. It was an intoxicating place to be, far from the shame and darkness of the banal. I’d tried one of the pills Natalya gave me, and it was making the room vibrate.

“You’re on something,” she said.

“Natalya gave me this shit to micro-dose. Like mushrooms and speed or something. I just had one like an hour ago.”

She sighed. “You need to be careful, Will. You’re acting strange.”

However I was acting, things finally made sense. I felt like I’d peeled back a layer of existence and discovered the writhing snake-belly of reality. Trump was grabbing everybody by the pussy, waging Twitter war with Kim Jong-Un, while here in Nelson there was some sort of conspiracy to ruin my fucking life. Was it really the Kessa situation that did it? How did they convince Ed to betray me? I thought of that cop who punched a woman, how he sat on the pay roll for years while they figured out his outcome. Was I worse than him? Did I deserve to have my life up-ended for going to a fucking funeral? What were they afraid of? I rattled through my theories on this as I drove Mika to school, and she mostly looked out the window. I wondered if she regretted moving in with me. I’d become that mentally ill freak people talk about, posting my shit all over social media. I just didn’t care anymore.

“So is she going to get an abortion?” Mika asked. “Did she say?”

I shook my head. “She hadn’t even taken a test yet. She said she was just feeling funny, and when she was leaning over she felt something weird.”

“Something weird like what?”

“She said it felt like a tear, like a muscle tear maybe? I don’t know, I was fucking panicking. I told her to call my sisters.”

“Your sisters?”

I didn’t feel like explaining this to Mika. She wasn’t tuned into the greater conversation that was going on, the one coming at me through social media. Men were failing to acknowledge their complicity in rape culture while women bled in public. Nobody was willing to admit they were wrong, because everyone was worried they lived in a glass house. Lately, though, I was wondering if I could break my own glass house. That way I could throw some stones.

“What do you mean throw stones?” she asked.

“These men need to be held accountable.”

“What men?”

“These rapists and abusers and pedophiles who took away my job.”

“I thought you got fired because of Kessa.”

I grunted in annoyance. “I wasn’t fired. I was let go without cause.”

Back in my bedroom, Lt. Aldo Raine marched before his carefully assembled killing team in Inglorious Basterds. I’d watched this clip multiple times, and had the words memorized. Brad Pitt sneered, his throat sporting a nasty scar. I sure as hell didn’t come down from the goddamn Smoky Mountains, cross five thousand miles of water, fight my way through half of Sicily and jump out of fucking aero plane to teach the Nazis lessons in humanity. Nazis ain’t got no humanity. They’re the foot soldiers of a Jew-hating, mass-murdering maniac and they need to be destroyed.

That’s what was happening here in Nelson, but with rapists instead of Germans. Andrew Stevenson was sitting on the edge of my bed, wiping down the barrel of his shotgun, as I lit up another joint. Now I was watching that scene from The Sopranos, the one where Tony wants to kill the local soccer coach for molesting one of the teenage players. This shit was real life, right here. Like my Trent situation. I thought of the local soccer team, and all the abusive shit-heads that were coaching there. I wondered if one of them had crossed the line, if I’d have to add him to my kill list.

I want my scalps.

Somewhere around that time, I realized I was expected soon at Tony’s Taphouse for my Friday night shift. That was how I was battling rape culture now, working the front lines on the bar scene. My favourite moment of each night was when frightened women approached me at the end of the shift to ask me to stand guard until some creep moved on. I took this role very seriously. This week I’d purchased a new accessory to my vested get-up: a bright red bow tie. I checked myself out in the bathroom mirror, trimmed my moustache, and thought of how Tony stumbled home drunk after choosing to spare that soccer coach of his mobster justice.

“I didn’t hurt nobody,” he said to Carmela. “I didn’t hurt nobody.”

As I grabbed my things and headed out the door, I noticed the Ziploc of pills. There were four left now. The first one had gotten me into this productive headspace, so maybe another would help me tap-dance through this rest of this night. Why the fuck not, right? I’d been receiving upsetting emails, crazy messages, death threats. I couldn’t comprehend it all. Unzipping the bag, I cradled one pill in my palm then threw it back, washing it down with tap water. I was tired of feeling morally exhausted, defeated, exiled. I deserved a little pick-me-up. The clientele at Tony’s Taphouse would have no idea their doorman was rip-roaring high. I would be like Bodie from The Wire, standing on his corner while the hitmen descended.

This is my corner! I ain’t going nowhere!

Before leaving, I decided to re-listen to Eminem’s duet with Rihanna, “Love the Way You Lie.” I watched my favourite rapper rock rhythmically back and forth amidst hip-high grass, his voice filled with regret and grief. Here was the ultimate embodiment of rape culture right here, the meta-Chris Brown taking swings at Megan Fox while Rihanna curls her lip. Thing was, Meghan Fox looked exactly like Paisley. The real one. And as Slim Shady rapped in front of a burning trailer, I couldn’t help but think of Ryan Tapp. I can’t tell you how it is really is, I can only tell you what it feels like. And right now it’s a steel knife in my wind pipe.

Andrew Stevenson was waiting at the door, in a black balaclava, with the shotgun sticking out of his backpack. He cracked his knuckles together as I reached the top of the stairs.

“I need your help. You can never ask me about it later, and we’re going to hurt some people,” he said.

I blinked in surprise. “You’re quoting from The Town. That Ben Affleck bank robbery movie. Right? That scene with Jeremy Renner?”

He opened the front door.

“We’re going to hold court in the streets.”

The Kootenay Goon

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