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thisissite · 7 months ago

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I was a shy girl who was afraid when anyone even raised their voice to her. I immediately became hysterical. Someone always lived with us; my parents rented out a room so that we could have money. I also clearly remember going with my mother to her temporary job. She then worked as a nanny and cook in a rich house and took care of other people’s children, and my brother, who was 4 years older and at 7-9 years old could only feed me a burnt egg. Therefore, the days when she took me with her were amazing, because they fed me (with leftover food), I could watch cartoons, although in a foreign language to me.

When I was 5 years old, another brother was born, and there were three of us in the family. I dreamed of a brother because I knew that he would protect me and I was happy about that. By the way, it’s funny that they told me about his birth when I was watching the series on TV and I didn’t care at all, the main thing was not to miss the episode. Back then I was already addicted to TV series. My joy over his birth faded a couple of days after he was brought home. He didn't really scream, at least I don't remember that. Didn't interfere with sleep. He took all the love from our parents. They didn't care about me. Then I stopped eating and started raising my body temperature, pretending to be sick. As soon as my parents paid attention to me and hugged me, my temperature immediately dropped and I felt better. But I didn't eat. I'd fall asleep at the table if I couldn't separate my food into fibers. And then dad came up with a game so that I would at least drink milk, we would run to the refrigerator in the evening, take a carton of milk and drink it in a race. Summer came, I spent it with my grandparents. They lived in a private house, sharing it with their son's family and a tenant. Almost immediately, my cousin and I got bored and started pestering the tenant. He had an office in his garage and we would go in there to see what he was doing there. He had a production of pirated discs. Our curiosity led us to the fact that he taught us how to create such disks and we got a job with him. He paid us about $0.50 a day, but we were happy that we made the game discs ourselves! At the beginning of the day, my cousin was given a list of how many and what kind of discs needed to be made. We turned on the radio and started creating. Who knew this was illegal? One summer day my parents and brothers came to visit us. That day, my brother #1, me and four of my cousins started going crazy all over the neighborhood. Our adventures took us to a construction site, which we climbed onto. The guys were all 2-7 years older than me and treated me not like a fragile sister, but rather like a burden. We ran on the walls of the first floor (owner only managed to bild half the floor) and reached the place where, obviously, the front door should have been, because the abyss was deep and far away. All the guys calmly jumped up and started shouting to me: “S, we won’t wait for you! Stay here! And we will run home, tell your parents that you are jumping around the construction site, and they will scold you!". I cried because I understood that I didn’t have enough strength to fly to the other end, but I couldn’t go down either, there were some construction rods below, and it was high, but the guys really abandoned me. I stepped back and, trying to speed up, jumped up, imagining myself as the Spirit from the cartoon (Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron). Unfortunately, I didn’t succeed as well as he did, and, hitting my chest hard, I caught on the bricks on the other side. I pulled herself up, stood up and, in tears, tried to catch up with the guys. In August they took me home. At that time, I had been dreaming about a skateboard for more than a year and told my parents how much I wanted it and how glad I would be if they bought it for me. They didn’t buy it for me, we didn't have money, my dad made it himself, but it didn’t look like a skateboard. If you're interested, I can make it look like in 3dsmax, but for now I'll describe it. A piece of wood (maybe oak), 2 long pieces of wood were screwed to it, on which there were wheels. My dad gave me this dadboard and I was glad he let me try it out on the street. I hugged him, ran outside, laid him on the ground, sat on dadboard and drove off.

We lived on a hill, so I drove down the sidewalk. But as soon as I realized that I was approaching a busy intersection with traffic lights, I realized that it was time to brake. I’ve already picked up speed, there are no brakes on the dadboard, I can’t lean back like on a skateboard, because the wheels are screwed too close to the end of the board. I couldn’t think of anything better than to brake first with my toes, fortunately I was wearing sneakers, but quickly enough I wore them down to my toes, at which point I connected my palms, knees and elbows. I managed to slow down, I walked home along the hill and still walked up to the 4th floor. Where brother #1 and dad met me. They examined me, sat me on a chair and began to treat my wounds with everything that was at home, even what was not allowed to go into the wounds. I screamed furiously in pain as long as I had the strength, and they tried to shut up and told me to be quiet, because my mother and brother #2 were visiting the neighbors and they didn’t want her to hear. Need I say that it was a miracle that I didn’t get hit by a car then?

#diary #childhood #path to nowhere

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diemauermoved · 9 months ago

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having a bad year came with the game – and evidently, this was one of those years in a very long time . the bundesliga title , slowly starting to drift further away from the german team due to the constant set backs . either it was shitty plays , injuries or players getting red cards , it was getting to be quite exhausting. and the coaching situation didn't help. alex knew it wasn't the team fully . not when nothing much had change since last year. sure , they had a new striker but for the most part , midfield was the same. it was more of the lack of respect from the coaching staff . and alex had been noticing that half the team wasn't feeling the game as much due to that . though , he tried so hard to give pep talks and to lift up the spirits in the locker room , still – only so much he could do. " been trying to . " the goalkeeper replied with a small chuckle . ah , he wasn't surprised about davina and jo . the two had been inseperable since the start . " i won't complain . at least she isn't falling for one of those dortmund guys and sporting their number . " he couldn't help but poke a bit of fun towards their rival team. " do you need a jersey ? i can easily get you the hook up on that . " alex laughed once again . " but ja – scandalous . BILD would have so much to say on that . " which truthfully , he didn't give two fucks about the media at this point . far too much was being thrown around about the team . he turned towards her , arms folding over his chest . " all the time . she tends to give it as much as she gets it from me and a few of the other guys . you may have back up . "

SHE'D BEEN FOCUSING, one her own team, but had seen enough of the guys to see the contention in the ranks. it wasn't a good feeling, and honestly payne knew where the blame lie. most people did. but she would always support her boys, even if she wanted to clip a few of them around the head. ( or get on the damn pitch herself! ) nodding softly, she bites down on her pierced lip. ❛ it'll get better, you just gotta crack the whip more .... ❜ she snorts softly. before letting out a gentle laugh at his words. thankful he had picked up on her tease. easing the air. ❛ awh poor alex, getting pushed aside for dear ole joshua. tell you what, i'll wear your number. might cause a media stir but i'll do it for you. ❜ hazel eyes glinting with her tease. yet her mind soon wanders to the past times she'd been at the games. and if she'd actually interacted with the others cousin. or simply just seen her. ❛ i think we briefly got introduced. but no more than that. and really, does she tease you too. does that mean i'll have back up? ❜

#lmaoooo same xD #𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐫 ╲ ( replies )#𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐫 ╲ ( main verse )

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mad-madam-m · 3 years ago

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T&B2 Thoughts: Episode 6 – Youth should be regarded with respect.

Episode 6 ramblings under the cut!

- I got excited that they were on a date for three seconds and it turns out they're making a damn commercial. Dateblock #3! Why are you doing this to them?!? And also to us?!?!

- Also how bad is this soup that even Kotetsu is noping out. This man will eat literally anything.

- Finally, we get to see more from Dragon Kid and Magical Cat, who haven’t been around much as the focus has been on the other hero partners. I just love Kid trying so damn hard to be a good mentor; it warms my heart. She was the youngest in the previous series and so it's really cool to see her as a senpai now.

- Good lord Cat's mom is a piece of work. In the Discord server I'm in, we've talked a lot about how she's like one of those dance moms who's trying to live vicariously through her kid, and boy, do you see it here with how she ascribes the worst possible motivation to everything Dragon Kid's doing. You have to wonder if Cat's even a hero because she wants to be, or because her mom forced her into it.

Also like, look at the size of this picture! It’s the size of a movie poster!

Me @ Lara’s mom: honey you very badly need therapy; it cannot be healthy for you OR your child to have a giant poster that you ripped in half in your living room.

- I also wonder if the fact that Lara's mom's former tennis partner is the Stern Bild news anchor is something that's relevant or if it's just a background detail.

- I swear to God if Mattia turns out to be evil I'm gonna pitch a fucking fit. I’ve said it before and I’m gonna beat this drum until we get a resolution one way or the other: Barnaby needs a friend who isn't Kotetsu, and it’s good that it’s someone who knew him before his parents died, who can see him as “Barnaby from across the street” instead of the famous Barnaby Brooks Jr. (even if Mattia does have his starstruck moments). We know that Barnaby is struggling to move forward, having been manipulated and controlled for most of his life, and I feel like having one normal (or normal-ish) thing from his past is a step in the right direction. I will cry if this show takes that away from me.

- Literally the second Cat said this, I gasped “oh no.” Especially coupled with the flash to Kid’s face immediately after, where she’s clearly thinking this isn’t the case. Something is going on with Cat, even if she’s unaware.

- And we find out what it is in the very next scene: Cat's powers don’t work when she’s scared. She’s fourteen years old; she’s probably never had a gun pointed at her in her life until now, and it’s not like that cute magical girl costume is going to do much to protect her from a bullet. And at this point she’s only been a hero for what, a month? Like my gosh, she is a literal child. It’s really not too different from Karina’s reaction to having a gun pointed at her in the first series, and at that point, she’d been a hero for at least one season of Hero TV. Cat doesn’t even have that much experience at this point. It’s no wonder she’s terrified.

- I love, I love that Kotetsu activates his powers to save Cat without a second thought, leaving Barnaby to handle the criminal. Of course his priority is keeping people safe, and specifically keeping one of the younger heroes safe. He’s always acted like a dad to them, even in the first season, and I’m glad that’s continued here because my gosh, he’s probably the one with the most experience in the First League (in addition to, you know, being a literal father).

- It’s also really nice to see him doing the saving this season, instead of being the one getting saved. I do miss the princess carries (fingers crossed for getting one in the next half of this season), but there’s something to be said for what it means that Kotetsu’s in a place that he doesn’t need to be rescued. He and Barnaby have reached a point that they're steady enough they don’t need to be saving each other; they can step up and be support for their friends now.

- The first time I watched this I was all “aww” over the other heroes coming to check up on Cat in the hospital, but when I was rewatching it to screencap, I noticed that it’s specifically the girls (plus Barnaby and Kotetsu) who come by. Which is really sweet. The three of them have always hung out together and I like the subtle acknowledgement here that they’ve included Cat in that now, too.

- This shot makes me cackle so hard; the heroes are sitting there discussing giving Lara, Lara’s mom, and Kid their privacy and then suddenly Lara’s mom is yelling loud enough that they can hear her in the hallway with the door closed. So uh. Guess privacy isn’t so much of a concern, huh?

- The entire final confrontation with the arsonist is a lot more...private, I guess, than most of these climaxes have been so far. Usually it’s all out in front of the cameras, and even Origami and Bison were in a crowded bank, but here? It’s just Cat by herself, and then with Dragon Kid, dodging the arsonist’s attacks in a maze of dark alleys. It’s really tense to have the two youngest heroes alone for a good chunk of this, especially with Dragon Kid injured and Cat unable to use her powers.

- I have some feelings about the fact that Dragon Kid has known for awhile that Cat’s powers don’t work when she’s nervous or scared, and so has been trying to be supportive and protective and get her used to being out in real situations as a hero. She’s young, too, and she’s not used to looking after someone else, so she went overboard and that didn’t help Cat’s confidence, either. But my gosh, it’s understandable why Dragon Kid went about things the way she did, even if it backfired.

- Kotetsu is astoundingly quick on the uptake here, realizing that Cat can't use her power right now and goes "okay new plan" immediately. I don't think Barnaby reaches the same conclusion (he doesn't see her facial reaction to Kotetsu's question), which is why he's confused by Kotetsu's sudden shift. And I love that it’s Kotetsu's faith in Barnaby ("I believe in you") that inspires Dragon Kid to put more of her faith in Cat.

Also, I think this is the only time he calls Barnaby by his name in this season, to get his attention when they’re changing up the plan.

- I'm so glad we know from season 1 that Barnaby's and Kotetsu's suits can withstand a hell of a lot of fire because otherwise them running up to put themselves between the girls and the arsonist would've been a lot more terrifying.

- Uuuuugh this scene was so good. Dragon Kid stepping back from trying to protect Cat and just supporting her instead, letting her know wholeheartedly “I believe you can do this.” And she does and it’s amazing.

- Cat's mother remains a piece of work, holy shit. And I think Cat’s reaching the point that she’s realizing her mother really isn’t right about this, even if she can’t fully say so out loud.

- NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE

#Tiger & Bunny #Tiger and Bunny #Tiger & Bunny 2 #M writes meta #M watches TNB #M rambles

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uomo-accattivante · 4 years ago

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Great comprehensive interview with Elvira on the making of The Letter Room and filmmaking, in general. One interesting tidbit mentioned: she is currently developing a podcast about sex. 👀🤔

For most of her creative life, Elvira Lind has been behind the the lens compassionately capturing true stories as a documentary filmmaker. Her debut feature, Songs for Alexis, observes two young lovebirds navigating a long distance relationship and challenging views on gender identity in the modern age. While her sophomore feature, Bobbi Jenne, explores the life of a famous dancer fighting for her own creative and personal independence.

Despite her prolific doc work, a story that couldn't simply be told in its raw form kept circulating in her head: a dark prison comedy about the secret life of a correctional officer trying to bring humanity to the prison system. When he gets transferred to a job in the letter room, he finds himself a little too involved in the private lives of the inmates.

Far along in her second pregnancy, and with the support of an incredible team of collaborators, Elvira took on the challenge of writing and directing her first narrative short, "The Letter Room." The film stars Oscar Isaac and Alia Shawkat, and has had an all-star festival run, screening at Telluride, Tribeca, and the Palm Springs International Film Festival. Here, Elvira reflects on the joys and challenges of creating your first short film—putting empathy first, reshaping the tropes around pregnancy, and screening in the COVID era.

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FTW: How did you become a filmmaker?

Elvira Lind: I’ve always loved film. I was very drawn to documentaries because it felt like you were entering something that was really happening. You opened a door and were already inside the film. You’re just trying to keep up with what’s being thrown at you. As opposed to fiction where you have to conjure it up from nowhere. I loved imagining and writing stories when I was little, but I didn’t have the confidence to pursue it.

I didn’t come from a family of filmmakers. And I came from a time when people had a little shitty camcorder that you borrowed from someone’s uncle, and buying film was expensive. Things opened up and changed a lot when cameras became more accessible.

I could only afford one year of film school in Cape Town, where I met some amazing people and learned about so many different ways of storytelling. I came back to Denmark and found myself working for free a lot for other filmmakers while doing a side job. The paid work was very hard to get, but I’d rather work for free with filmmakers that I loved and have more responsibilities than have access to nothing. It wasn’t easy to find my way in, but it’s so worth it.

And now you live in New York. How does this global background affect your general filmmaking style and approach?

I definitely bring a lot of Danish documentary traditions with me and hold it very dear. There are a lot of kick ass female documentary filmmakers in Denmark that have taught me a lot. There’s a good support system for women there. It’s an incredibly privileged place in that there’s funding from the government to make films. You can make things that, in my opinion, are often far more interesting because it’s not reliant on how it’s going to make money in the box office.

You’ve shot many of your documentaries in the past. So what was it like this time to be working with a cinematographer?

I always wanted to work with a cinematographer on my documentaries; we just couldn’t afford it. Now for “The Letter Room”, I worked with Sam Chase, who has got such a brilliant eye and it was wonderful to have someone to work with on composing the look of the film because I’m usually doing it by myself. It is kind of like a marriage. I work with the same editor on all my projects as well. You enter this symbiotic sort of dance together. For me, it also means you have to fight about things and disagree and then make up and hear each other out. My editor, Adam Nielsen, is the kind of guy who just comes up with genius ideas while in the shower or on the way home from work on his bicycle. You have to find these key people in your life where you can bounce ideas back and forth with.

Where did the idea for “The Letter Room” come from?

It was a story that was brewing in my head for a long time, but I wasn’t sure how to put a narrative film together. I just started to write it down and then it kept developing.

There was a podcast that I listened to that really inspired me. It told the story of different men who were all unknowingly writing love letters to the same woman. She started to ask for money and help with rent, but the letters she wrote were so wonderful and all these men were very in love with her. These very lonely men felt like magic had entered their lives. They all eventually found out that the woman was actually a man writing to different people trying to get their money. They were all heartbroken, but one of the men said that the worst part was losing these letters and that the fantasy was gone. He wished they could just keep writing to each other. So much of life is fantasy and trying to live through other people’s lives. I’m very drawn to stories of loneliness and bottled up feelings.

And then I am firmly against the American prison system. It’s heartbreaking, frustrating, and I can’t make sense of it. How do you even begin to explain this system to a child?

It’s a society that doesn’t care about humanity. I wanted to show the monotony, the repetition, the sadness. I don’t see the bigger goal or purpose of locking people away for countless years and taking away all the things that makes you feel human, that makes life joyous. I really believe that we can all change and this system teaches people nothing. “The Letter Room'' is the combination of these two concepts that I’m very passionate about.

And then I got pregnant for the second time and I hadn’t made a film between the two. It was a crazy feeling to be taken over again by pregnancy. A wonderful friend of mine, Sofia Sondervan-Bild, came to me and said, “I think you should make this film and I’ll make it with you.” Initially, I freaked out and thought I didn’t know how to do fiction and doubted how I could make a film in a prison, but she inspired me and told me to do it. She’s just one of these incredibly powerful people that you want to go on an adventure with. She made me feel like my pregnancy wasn’t going to stand in the way of me making this film. We ended up shooting while I was far along in my pregnancy in a prison in the middle of a summer heat wave. It was crazy, but it was the best thing that I could’ve done at the time.

When you were directing on set at that stage of pregnancy, did you feel like you were reshaping tropes of what women are capable of?

It was insane. The funny thing was that the crew was like, “we can’t complain that we are tired because she is extremely pregnant and still running around.” I was so high off of that experience. When we finished, I collapsed. I fell straight onto the couch and then I have a two and a half year old screaming my name. That was more work for me than directing the short. I edited the film right before I gave birth actually, and then I gave birth and did sound right after. I was pumping breast milk in the corner in the darkness during the sound edit.

I’ve learned a lot from surpassing whatever I thought was physically possible with being pregnant. I learned that being in a creative process gives you so much energy that it allows you to be in whatever shape, size, form, mental space you can. People are ready to give you their support, if you choose the right people. I’m really grateful that I chose such wonderful collaborators who supported me through it all. Even when people were questioning my choice to direct a film while being pregnant in a prison. Why not? Women get pregnant and then we still need to be supported so that we can continue to make the things we want to do.

What was your experience with getting “The Letter Room” funded?

It’s really hard, let’s be honest. There aren’t a lot of people sitting around waiting to fund a short film. We ended up working with Topic, which is a part of First Look Media. They are just incredible and really support filmmakers with whatever their vision is. I’ve had great experiences and some really bad experiences with funding, so I know this was an ideal scenario.

Having a short that is over 30 minutes long seems like a feat. At what stage in the process did you know this was going to be a longer piece? And how did that decision affect the shoot in both positive and difficult ways?

It was way too long at first, and when I shortened it, it was still 32 minutes. We could only afford five days of shooting, and a lot of it is shot on active prison grounds, which have an insane amount of protocol. We almost used everything we shot.

I’m not used to being able to have different angles to choose from in my doc work, so I think I just knew exactly what I wanted. I know that my producers were worried that I wasn’t getting enough, but to me, I was like, I’m getting double of what I usually get on a documentary! Everyone was quietly concerned, but everything worked out when we got to the edit.

The short’s length hasn’t done any favors for me so far, but you need to breathe as an audience, you need to pace it out. If I cut out certain minutes, it would’ve felt rushed and you wouldn’t have believed the arcs that the characters had.

I loved the concept of placing a very empathetic character in a setting that is contrary to that personality type. You included so many details that made the world feel so three dimensional and cared for. Can you talk about those decisions to create that feeling?

It means so much to me that it made you feel that way. What frustrates me about the prison system is that it lacks any empathy or understanding of human nature and nurture and who we are. What we need to become better people. It takes all of that away.

I spoke to people who have spent a lot of time in prison and they told me that you have to hide your feelings and that showing any signs of weakness will be a disaster. It’s the worst possible scenario you can imagine yourself in. Being robbed of every privacy, anything that makes you happy, anything that makes you feel like yourself. I imagined the character of a caregiver in this setting who wants to help and finds a silly way to do so. I was very inspired by that story of the love letters that I talked about earlier. What does it mean to lie if you’re making someone else happy?

It’s the morning of your first day of the shoot — how do you feel?

I was very nervous. I had never said ‘action’ before. I’ve been on a lot of sets, but I didn’t want to seem like I didn’t know what I was doing, but it’s also okay not to know. Mistakes are going to happen, and sometimes they become gifts. At the same time, I was very excited. You come in and there are all these people there with you who are there to make this thing you’ve written come to life.

What are some things you would do on set to create a safe space and vulnerable environment?

We did everything we could to make the set a safe space. It was very difficult and stressful to shoot in an active prison, but we made sure to actively ask our crew if everyone’s feeling okay and if we can do anything to make the situation better. I’m very vulnerable and encourage all of my crew to be vulnerable with me. Mistakes are welcome.

It's a short film, people come and work on this not because they’re making a million dollars, but because they want to be there and are being incredibly generous with their time and energy. It was such a good environment that even when challenging things came up, it was still a lot of fun.

What was it like working with actors for the first time?

That was one of the biggest challenges for me. I’ve heard so many different stories in passing of the least helpful note or worst thing to say to an actor. You want to be respectful and actors have their way of working. Ultimately, they are all really talented actors and all of them came with so much energy and a lot of ideas.

I spent time with each of them talking about their character. Those 1 on 1 conversations helped me a lot in the writing process as well because you’re bouncing ideas off of each other and they’re asking you questions about how they would respond to a certain situation.

I had always imagined Alia Shawkat as Rosita and she ended up wanting to do it and came from LA to film it. I had tears in my eyes when we were filming the scene of her and Oscar. They were excited to do the scene together. It was all a dream.

What was the experience of working creatively alongside your partner like?

We were joking a lot about it before because there was already the stress of being so pregnant and we have a 2 year old at home, and now I was putting us in another highly intense and demanding situation. Either it was going to be great OR we would drive each other nuts. But we had so much fun. It was wonderful to work together. I was so happy to be on set and make my film and he’s just so talented and fun to be around. Those little moments where you know each other so well—I’d give him notes and he just kept surprising me and was so respectful of my directions.

He found this photo for him to connect to the character and it became very fundamental to me. It was this incredible black and white photo from the 70s of a prison guard. I had always imagined that he would have this inner salsa soundtrack playing in his soul and we would play Rubén Blades and 70s salsa music and Oscar just morphed that into music into everything and created this unique character.

And he was wearing a fat suit the entire shoot and I was pregnant and Alia Shawkat had her pregnant belly on. The three of us—it was so funny.

It seems like the perfect first experience of going into narrative with people that you really trust and support you.

Definitely! Find the people that you can team up with that really believe in your vision and who will push you to do exactly what you had in mind. People who never try to push you into these conventional routes. Our creative voices are so fragile. You want to be on the same page so that they see what you’re trying to do and want to bring that out of you. Where they’re treating your film as a sacred thing that you’re creating together.

How do you know when a film is done?

Fiction is very different from documentaries. With documentaries, it never feels like it’s done because there are so many options. That’s also why I love fiction so much; It’s so much faster. It’s a whole different beast to tame a documentary with hundreds of hours of footage where you’re reinventing the wheel every day.

How have you built up your own confidence as a director and your unique voice?

Stubbornness. I’ve had many experiences working with people who didn’t believe in my project. You have to stick to your guns and trust your instincts. Once you find your voice, you find people that want to go on that ride with you and find your vision interesting. It’s a miracle when any of us gets a project made, so your confidence can’t come from how much money your movie made. It has to come from somewhere else. Did you do justice to the people you portrayed in your story? Did anyone walk away feeling like something had changed within them?

What is a good director to you?

Someone who is driven with passion without letting that passion take over and become any source of frustration that’s taken out on other people. It should feel like a collaborative effort. And having gratitude every day that you’re making something with other people who are donating their time. You’d be nowhere without them. One of the most important things is making sure that your crew is treating everyone equally. It depends on the size of the production, but having someone who can sense what’s happening in all different departments and having department heads that are there to protect everyone. Listen to each other, and make sure everyone feels safe and is in the best place to be creative.

With COVID, what has the adjustment been like to being in an online space for this festival run?

I’m really deeply saddened by not having the human interaction aspect of it. It feels so crucial to be in the room together, to meet and see each other's projects and share the experience, to cry and laugh next to people you don’t know. I’m grieving to be honest. We just gotta get through this time. It reminds us of how sacred it is for us to gather and how that feels, and I hope that all of that will come back after this and that cinemas will survive. We really need them.

What’s next for you?

Right now I’m writing more fiction and working on a new documentary feature that I am kind of researching and shooting at the same time. I am also creating a podcast about sex, called “The List” with my friend, writer and photographer Kirra Cheers, based on a book and play she wrote. My husband and I just started a production company together, Mad Gene Media, in order to develop and produce our own material. So. lots of exciting things to continue with in the new year.

Born in 1981 in Copenhagen, Elvira Lind graduated from School of Media and Creative Arts in Cape Town in 2006 majoring in documentary film where she received two awards for her final year achievements. She has worked within that field since directing and shooting documentaries of various lengths for TV, cinema and web on 4 different continents.In 2020 she premiered her first fiction project, a 32 min short film she wrote and directed. The film was sold to Topic and was invited to various festivals including Telluride and Tribeca FF. Elvira's feature doc BOBBI JENE premiered at Tribeca Film Festival in 2017 where it won all awards in its category including Best Feature documentary, best editing and best Cinematography. The film had theatrical release in US, Spain and Scandinavia.Elvira's first documentary feature Songs for Alexis premiered at Toronto HOT DOCS in 2014 and screened and competed at a long list of international festivals. Her 8 part documentary TV series "Twiz and Tuck" was bought by VICELAND and launched in 2017. Elvira now lives and works out of New York.

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#oscar isaac #elvira lind #the letter room #mad gene media #interview

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gagosiangallery · 3 years ago

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Katharina Grosse at Gagosian Beverly Hills

August 31, 2021

KATHARINA GROSSE Repetitions without Origin

September 11–October 23, 2021 456 North Camden Drive, Beverly Hills __________ My works provide models for thinking through border spaces. . . . Consider the border between water and land—a concept of the border that is quite familiar. What does the ocean mean for me when I come from the land? What does it mean for those who come from the ocean? —Katharina Grosse Gagosian is pleased to present new paintings by Katharina Grosse. This is her fourth exhibition with the gallery and her first at Gagosian in Los Angeles. Grosse has expanded the scope and potential of painting beyond the frame to approach the scale and awe of nature and architecture in relation to site. Using a spray gun, she blasts pure liquid color over canvases, objects, buildings, and entire landscapes in audacious yet nuanced explorations of gesture and physicality. While Grosse’s bold formal innovations possess an undeniable liveness and freedom, they are also grounded in keen analysis; her chosen medium of spray paint is a tool for conducted improvisation and a catalyst for surprising reactions between material, support, mind, eye, and hand. In addition to her rigorous yet uninhibited technical approach, Grosse is keenly attuned to her working environment. Shifting between the studio and other less orthodox sites, she uses one to inform the other in a constant and fertile exchange. Her most recent paintings on canvas, with their jewel tones of green, ochre, ruby, and gold, allude to nature’s subtler chromatic palette, departing from the saturated technicolor for which she is known. Despite the impressive scale of these paintings, the effects of light, shadow, and outline evoke a microscopic view or the movement of floaters across one’s field of vision.

In some of the paintings on view, botanical matter is laid down as a stencil before Grosse floods the canvas with color. Left behind are thin, luminous ribbons that swirl around each glowing tableau, their forms rendered illusionistic and ethereal in the spray gun’s particle haze. In some compositions, ghostly tendrils and writhing strands press up against seemingly membranous surfaces; in others, sharply delineated “scars” in the painted surface presage Grosse’s other new experiment on view: unstretched painted canvases that have been layered and sliced to produce loose, trailing textiles that emphasize absence as much as the presence of the painted medium. Grosse’s use of stencil and outline also engages with an art historical lineage that touches upon botanical cyanotypes, camera-less Surrealist photograms, and early experimental cinema. Film provides a particularly rich source of inspiration for her practice; these canvases convey fluid, churning motion while also reflecting the ability of paint to halt time and capture the medium’s fleeting physical transformations. By substituting the passive and touchless nature of freeze-frames and light-based impressions with the forceful presence of the spray gun, however, Grosse pushes past her precursors into a contemporary idiom that suggests unprecedented relations between painting and the liveness of digital images. Katharina Grosse was born in 1961 in Freiburg im Breisgau, Germany, and lives and works in Berlin and New Zealand. Collections include the Milwaukee Art Museum; Pérez Art Museum Miami; Baltimore Museum of Art; Museum of Modern Art, New York; Albright-Knox Art Gallery, Buffalo, NY; Centre Pompidou, Paris; and Kunsthaus Zürich. Recent exhibitions and installations include Two younger women come in and pull out a table, De Pont Museum, Tilburg, Netherlands (2013); WUNDERBLOCK, Nasher Sculpture Center, Dallas (2013); psychylustro, Mural Arts Philadelphia (2014); yes no why later, Garage Museum of Contemporary Art, Moscow (2015); Seven Hours, Eight Rooms, Three Trees, Museum Wiesbaden, Germany (2015); Rockaway!, MoMA PS1 at Fort Tilden, New York (2016); The Horse Trotted Another Couple of Metres, Then It Stopped, Carriageworks, Sydney (2018); Wunderbild, National Gallery, Prague (2018); Mumbling Mud, chi K11 art museum, Shanghai, and chi K11 art space, Guangzhou, China (2018); Mural: Jackson Pollock/Katharina Grosse, Museum of Fine Arts, Boston (2019); Is it You?, Baltimore Museum of Art (2020); and It Wasn’t Us, Hamburger Bahnhof–Museum für Gegenwart, Berlin (2020). Grosse participated in the 56th Biennale di Venezia (2015); ARoS Triennial, Aarhus, Denmark (2017); and Helsinki Biennial (2021). Chill Seeping from the Walls Gets between Us, Grosse’s solo exhibition at the Helsinki Art Museum, remains on view until January 23, 2022. _____ Katharina Grosse, Untitled, 2021, acrylic on canvas, 131 ⅞ × 78 ¾ inches (335 × 200 cm) © Katharina Grosse and VG Bild-Kunst, Bonn, Germany 2021. Photo: Jens Ziehe

#Katharina Grosse #Gagosian

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thingswhatareawesome · 4 years ago

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oh, my dreams (never quite as it seems)

title: oh, my dreams (never quite as it seems) fandom: Tiger and Bunny pairing: Barnaby/Kotetsu (taibani) word count: 2150 summary: Kotetsu’s been having these dreams for most of his life. But they don’t mean anything, right? They’re just some strange coincidence, right? There’s no such thing as soulmates, right?

For the For the March Flash Fiction day two prompt: “Looking for me?”

I know I felt like this before But now I'm feeling it even more Because it came from you

The first time it happened, Kotetsu was young. He and Tomoe had just gotten engaged and were discussing moving to Stern Bild City so he could try to catch the attention of a sponsor and get hired as a hero. Normally not very prone to dreaming, especially with as exhausted as they were after days packed with wedding planning and packing for the move, plus his training and trying to find work, one night he slipped into a strangely clear and coherent dream.

He was being stared down by a scowling blond man who looked just a bit older than him, with a stern face and cold green eyes behind his glasses, wearing a strange mecha-looking suit. The man eventually sighed and gave a frustrated huff. “I thought you were looking for me.”

“Buddy, I have no idea who you even are,” Kotetsu sassed, then abruptly woke up. Blinking up at the ceiling, he thought, what the hell?

Kotetsu forgot the dream soon after, and would have forever if not for it happening again. Life was amazing, everything was going just great! Except Kotetsu was so busy his head spun and it felt like he couldn’t manage to remember everything with all that was going on. He was a hero! And it was everything he hoped for! Mostly! When his sponsors weren’t yelling at him about damages and Ben wasn’t aggravated because he kept doing what he wanted and not what the higher ups at Hero TV wanted! And Tomoe was pregnant! He was going to be a dad to a little girl!

Then one night he dreamt of that frowning man again, who looked at him and asked, “You said you were looking for me?”

Kotetsu stared and stammered, “I, shit, did I forget something? Did I have an appointment with you? Was it an interview? Did Tomoe need me to get something from you for the nursery?” He flailed and patted at his pockets. “To do list, to do list, oh man, did I lose it?”

The blond man rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his long, swoopy-curled hair with a sigh that suddenly sounded familiar. “Never mind.”

And then Kotetsu woke up, Tomoe laying on his now numb and asleep right arm, and he murmured, “Huh. Stress is really getting to me.”

The next time the dream happened, Tomoe was gone. His daughter was in a different city, living with his mother. And Kotetsu was alone. Alone in his apartment, alone in his bed, alone in a sprawling, bustling city where no one really gave a crap about him.

Kotetsu thought he was asleep, but his eyes were open and he was staring up at the shadowed ceiling, and that guy was there in his room, just standing there looking at him. Except this time he was in normal clothes, pants and boots and a red leather jacket. He was frowning like the other times, but different somehow, like he wasn’t so much angry as just…serious, somber, somehow. Concerned, maybe? A little bit.

“Were you…looking for me?” the man asked quietly.

“No.” Kotetsu paused, blinked slowly as he thought for a long moment. “I don’t think I’m looking for anyone or anything anymore.” The only person he wanted to look for was far, far beyond his reach. “But. I. I dunno, I guess…I could use a bit of company for a little bit? If that’s okay.”

The blond man nodded, and Kotetsu felt his eyes flutter, then close, suddenly so very heavy. The last thing he felt before sinking into sleep was the sensation of someone brushing his hair back from his forehead and running a finger every so gently beneath his damp eyes.

Five years later, Kotetsu met Barnaby Brooks Jr.

Back at home after that bizzarre day, remembering those three old dreams and thinking about getting caught like a damsel in distress earlier as he fell, being called old man, *and* being shown up on live TV by the aggravating new guy (that somehow he knew??), he rubbed at his face with his hands roughly.

“What,” Kotetsu said to the empty room, “the fuck?”

Not long after that, his mother told a tale during one of their phone calls of people who sometimes dreamed of soulmates. Usually, she lectured, the dreams would happen over and over, only ceasing when an emotional connection was formed—like a close friendship or even a romantic relationship. Those whose hearts formed a special bond of love would even begin to see a red string connecting each other.

Kotetsu had snorted and waved a hand to make her stop. Nah, no way, no how was he believing in that sort of cheesy crap. And anyway, he’d already found his soulmate, and lost her, and no young upstart was ever going to be anything like Tomoe had been for him.

Well. Okay. Maybe Bunny would end up a friend after all. A good friend. A bona fide partner even. And Kotetsu would do anything for him.

But soulmate? Bunny would surely never let him *that* close. And certainly it would never be romantic love. Tomoe had been it for him. Kotetsu reminded himself of that, swore it to himself, more and more often, each restless night when it was just him in the quiet and dark, or during the day when he caught sight of Bunny and felt a strange pang in his chest, sharp behind his sternum. Tomoe had been *it*, he thought again, feeling the solidness of his wedding ring digging into his finger as he clenched his fist.

And anyway, the dreams had stopped, Kotetsu thought to himself. It’d been years. So whatever connection had already happened, right?

Plus soulmates weren’t real so the dreams stopping was just a random thing that didn’t mean anything anyway. Right?

Then the dream happened again. After…after he’d hurt Bunny, by not telling him about losing his powers or wanting to retire, by not trusting him. By *slapping* him. When Kotetsu fell asleep while waiting for Samantha Taylor to return to her home, he saw Bunny walking away from him into an endless expanse of darkness. “Bunny,” he shouted, running to chase after him, reaching and reaching for him, hand outstretched to try to grab him, but he could never manage to get close enough. “Bunny! I’m sorry! I’m looking for you, please, I’m looking for you! Where are you?”

He woke on an unfamiliar couch, mumbling “Where are you?” out loud as he slipped from dream to reality. But then everything blew up in his face, almost literally, and Kotetsu was too busy running for his life and trying to figure out what bizzarro world he was in where no one remembered him to wonder or worry why the dream had returned.

Or why it had changed.

Everything was fine. Everything was good. Great, even! Kotetsu retired and moved back home, where ha could be around his daughter and his family, and could be there for Kaede as she learned more and more about her new NEXT powers. He could be there to help his brother at his store when needed, and could help his mother with her garden and with fixing up the house. He was useful!

He was…just sitting around the house, to be honest. A lot. He was so uncool and boring, according to Kaede. He was…

He was missing Bunny. And he was having the dreams again.

A lot.

The dreams were always the same now. Similar to the one he’d had that night at Samantha Taylor’s home, Bunny would be walking away from Kotetsu, never stopping or turning back. Kotetsu would reach out for him but never catch him—though he didn’t shout at Bunny with the same deperation as he had in that earlier dream. Now, he just called out for Bunny, saying “I’m looking for you!” like he was calling to Kaede when she got too far ahead in a crowd and he couldn’t see her. Or sometimes in a tone of voice like Kotetsu had spotted an old school friend across the street, friendly and delighted. Or sometimes yelling to Bunny while sounding oddly lonely and wistful.

And sometimes he’d call out for Bunny flirtatiously, with a lilt to his voice like he used to do when he was being playful and silly with Tomoe.

Huh. Interesting.

Those times, when he woke from the dream, Kotetsu would think Oh. Is that how it is now? Is it? Maybe?

But not like he would ever try to find Bunny and see if the new dreams meant anything. Bunny was getting to live his own life now, finally. And he deserved that—and Kotetsu would do anything to make sure it stayed that way. He could put up with a few dreams if it meant that somewhere out there, Bunny was truly enjoying his life and was happy.

Though the sitting around the house thing, the being an uncool dad thing, the kind of sort of maybe missing being a hero thing? Those, he could do something about. There surely was a way Kotetsu could try again. Make the best of his situation. Kotetsu had Ideas!

Being a Second League hero wasn’t so bad. Sure, sometimes he messed up or looked foolish, sometimes the network or fans made fun of him, but that wasn’t all that different than First League had been. And Kotetsu was there on his own terms, making the best of it, and he wasn’t ever going to give up. Not anymore. Wild Tiger was never going to be a quitter, ever again.

Not even when he got caught like a princess needing rescuing yet *again*. Not even when he was going to get written up for damages to some dumb car (and this time it wasn’t even his fault!)

Because Bunny was back, and the way he’d said, “Because I’m your partner” had left Kotetsu feeling like he could soar through the air like Sky High—even as he and Bunny decended into bickering.

Because Bunny was *back*. Bunny was back *for him*.

It was like a breath of fresh air to spend time with Bunny again, like something loosened and relaxed in Kotatsu that he hadn’t realized had been tense. Staring out at the night sky and the patchwork quilt of city lights below while on the balcony of Bunny’s new penthouse apartment, Kotetsu marvelled at how light he felt, how hopeful and free. They’d reuinited, and he felt like he was at the start of some big adventure, excitement making him eager to venture forth.

From inside, he heard Bunny calling his name. “I’m out here,” Kotetsu hollered back over his shoulder in response.

Bunny pushed aside the curtains, slipping out through the sliding door. “There you are. I was looking for you.”

Something suddenly made Kotetsu pause and blink, twisting sharply to look at Bunny. Something about the soft curve of Bunny’s smile, the glint of the starlight reflected in his eyes, even through his glasses. The moment felt like something out of a dream. His heart skipped a beat.

“Were you? Looking for me?” he murmured. The moment felt almost fragile, like he was cradling something crystalline in his hands.

Bunny’s eyes widened and he stared at Kotetsu almost as if seeing him for the first time. A long silence fell, and Kotetsu realized he was holding his breath. Then, tentatively, Bunny responded, “yes. Always. I—,” he looked away, biting his lip, then his gaze snapped sharply back to Kotetsu’s as if pulled by a magnet. “Kotetsu,” he said firmly, and a shivering spark shot up Kotetsu’s spine at the use of his actual name, “were you looking for me, too?”

“Oh, Bunny,” Kotetsu reached out carefully to grasp Bunny’s arm, then trailed his fingers down until he could clasp his hand, interlacing their fingers, his skin tingling when the younger man allowed it. The physical touch, the feeling of smooth, warm skin and a firm grip, made everything seem to solidify and suddenly feel real again. For a brief second, he thought he caught a glimpse of something shimmering red and threadlike in the dim light, trailing from his hand and leading to Bunny’s. “I’ve been looking for you for so, so long, you don’t even know.”

Then Bunny smiled, wider and brighter than Kotetsu had ever seen before, his eyes crinkling, and Kotetsu felt the same firework burst of joy in his heart that was there on Bunny’s face, like every dream either of them had ever had, in an instant all at once came true. Then I open up and see The person falling here is me A different way to be

#tiger and bunny #taibani #fanfiction #March Flash Fiction #fluff with a hint of angst #of dreams soulmates the red string of fate and falling in love

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cosplaydude637 · 3 years ago

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Chapter three: Bird and Thorns

Alec is on his way out of the subway when he is greeted by a familiar face. "Hey Maia." Alec says as he makes his way over to the girl. Maia roberts smiles at Alec and hugs him. Alec returns the hug.

"So why you want to meet?" Mia asksed. Alec looked at her in surprise.

"What are you talking about it was you and Lily that wanted to meet with me?" Alec says as a filling of dread come over him. Now it was Maia turn to look shocked. "No it was you and Lily that sent word for me to meet with you at the old fire station on 13 street. I thought it was strange seeing as Mark Blackthorn runs the alliance now " Alec and Maia exchanged a look of tirri and took of running for the station

As they run Alec muttered some words Maia did not know and his bow and arrow appeared on his back. Mia eyes start to glow green as they round the corner to the station. "I smell something." she says and then her eyes go wide. The 13 street fire station was on fire. Mondanes were running all over the place screaming.

"By the Angel." Alec says. Maia tilts her head to the side like she is trying to hear something. Alec looked at her puzzled how could she hear anything with all the mondanes screaming. "Alec Lily is in there!" she shouts pointing to the station.

"What!" Alec shouts back as he pulls his stele from his pocket. He quickly draws on the fireproof rune and starts running. Maia was at his side keep pace with his shadowhunter speed. "Maia get to the institute tell the others what's going on." Alec order. Maia shout him a cragules look but took towards the subway.

Alec runs into the building, even with this runes on the fire was hot. This was no noral fire Alec thought as he run throw the blinding looking for Lily. He quickly made his way to all the bilding finding no sign of Lily. The only room left was the fire chief office. As Alec mide his way to the room he could hear the fount sound of a girl wimpring. Alec kicks the door open and braces himself for the back draft, but it never came. Inside Alec found a women dressed in blue jeans and a black string top with a long Black jacket. The women head long back hear and red skin with horns on her forehead. This was a warlock one Alec head never seen in the city befour. "My My it took you a long time to get here." she side. "If i did keep that Vamp here she would be dead by now."

Alec in the blink of an eye head drawn a airrow and notched it to his bow and pulled it back ready to fire. "Where is she." Alec demand ponting the arrow at her heart.

"Now Now Mr. Lightwood if I told you that. What would stop you from killing me?" she asks.

"My word i will not kill you if you tell me where lily is." Alec says lowering his bow. Just as he did the female warlock drow a huge longsword form her back and swings it down at Alec. purple flame shouts at Alec goveing him. Alec fire broff rune go's white and he screams out in pain. "I am not going to kill you Alec oh no i have a message for my brother." she says. The flames die down and Alec falls to his knees. "Do tell Dear magnus, Sinira says he..." Sinira starts to say but a dagger grazis her face. Two boys have run up behind Alec and where at his side. The one how throw the dagger was a young teen boy with black hear. He head on shadowhunter gear but he also head headphones around his neck. The other boy was blond and was also wearing gear and a longsword was strapped to his back. On the sword was a H and two birds. This was Ty Blackthorn and Kit Herondale. "See Wotsin I told you." Ty says with a smirk drawing a new dagger form his belt.

"No you side it was a demon. That is a warlock." Kit says.

"Blackthorn and Herondale!" Sinria hissed. Kit reaches back for his sword but as his hand gripped it Sinira disappeared.

"That was very anticlimactic." Ty says sheathing his dagger.

Kit bent down to Alec and starts putting a iratze rune on Alec. "umm Ty this rune just went white..." Kit says looking up at his friend. However Ty was not looking at him but at the fire. Kit head almost forgotten the building was on fire.

The Fire head started to dance and move. Kit has been a shadowhunter for some time now and was trend by two of the best in his opinion. Jem Carstairs and Tessa Gray, but in all that time he had not seen nor heard of fire dancing and move like this one was. Or fire growling. "Hold up did that fire just growl?" Kit asks.

"Demon..." Alec chokes out right as he pass out slumping to the floor. The Fire seems to twist and bend till it forms into a almost human body. "Holy cow is that a meramon." Kit shouts out very sarcastically. Ty Smirks and looks at Kit. "Guess we should stop him so he can't Digivolve." Ty says drawing two daggers. Kit also Draws his Longsword.

The fire demon seems to look right through the two young shadowhunters. "Nephilim!" It spoke in a raspy voice as fire spit from its mouth. "I am the demon who burned the town Felixstowe." the demon spate.

"We know at 10:30 pm. on the evening of September 20, 1965." Ty interjects.

"We also know it was you in the town of Paradise." Kit adds has he grips his sword tightly. The demon seem to smirk and runs at the two boys fire trailing behind him.

Ty jumped to the left and Kit grabbing a unconscious Alec rollers to the right. The Demon runs in to the wall and splits in to paces. Ty draws his stele form his his boot and starts to draw a ruin on the floor. Kit pushes Alec under the cheffs disk and turns looking at Ty. Kit and Ty have head a unspoken bund for mean years. It started when Kit joined the Blacktrons in the LA institute. However now it was even more powerful seeing as they head become Parabatai. This was a bondy be on friends more than family it was as if they share one soul. Kit know right off the bat what ty was up to and moved in front of him his sword head stredy in front of him. Ty finishes drawing the open rune and all the water sprinklers start to spray water. As the demon starts to reform itself it's fire flicker out tell a black ashie body is all that remains. Kit darted at the demon and in a split sacent drops down and slides on the water covered flower his swings his longsword and cuts the demons ankles. The demon cries out in pain as Ty sinks his Daggers in to the chest of the demon.

The demon reaches out and grips Ty left arm and swings him in to a wall. Kit stables on to his feet and readys for another attack. The demon however was not going to let that happen as soon as Kit was back on his feet the demon was kicking him in to the chest. Kit doubles over in pain. Ty using the wall pulls himself up as he does he kicks Alec bow. Kit rolls under the disk and pulls one arrow form Alec quiver and throws it to Ty. Ty jumps into the air and snatches the arrow and as he lands he noches the arrow and points it at the demon. "Time for you to return to hell." he says and lets the arrow fly.

The arrow sinks itself in the head of the demon. The demon falls to the grow and shacks and blinks out of existence. Kit gets to his feet and Ty looks over at him "Told you there was a demon Watson." Ty says and a small smirke comes over his face. Kit goes over to Alec and puts two fingers on his neck. "He gots a pulse but it's week and Iratze are not working but his Parabatai rune is a funny purple color."

"Let's get him to the Institute. His parabatai will be able to help heal him." Ty says very matter of factly. Kit nod and Ty helps him pick up Alec and they carry him out of the building one under each shoulder.

Maryse lightwood sits at her desk. Papers sit neatly on the desk and a single file folder lies open on her desk. Maryse was a slender woman with long black hair that was papered with white.

After Alec being console. Maryse moved back to New York to be close to here family. Max and Raphael play on the floor in front of her. When Magnus asked her to watch the boys she did it hapttpily. But now her heart starts to hurt. She feel like something is wrong with one of her own children.

Jace kicks open the infirmary doors caring a passed out and badly burned Alec in his arms. Clary runs in past him pulling back the blankets on one of the beds. Ty and Kit stand in the doorway. “Go get Magnus!” Jace snapped drawing his Stele. Ty and Kit nod and take off running. Jace starts putting on Iratzes but as soon as he finishes they turn white. Jace runs his hand over Alec Parabatai rune and a twinge of pain shouts throw his hand. “What was tha….” Jace starts to say then falls to his knees grabbing his own Parabatai rune. Clary darted over and catches him just as he also pass out.

By the Time Magnus, Isabelle and Simon get to the Infirmary. Clary head placed Jace in the bed next to Alec and placed wet towels on both their foreheads. “With in the world!?” Simon shouts.

“The boy side it was just Alec. What happened crumpit?” Magnus asks sitting on the bed next to Alec.

“I really don’t know, One minet Jace is placing a healing rune on and the next he is passed out.” Clary answers.

“There burning up.” Magnus says laying his hand on the two men. “I think this is blood magic.” He adds

“What's that mean for my Brothers Magnus?” Isabella asks looking very white. Simon knowing that his wife was scared for her brother's safety came over and put his arms around his wife. Kit and Ty head walked into the Infirmary the young shadowhunters behind time in the hallway. Magnus lets out a heavy breath. “We need the blood of the warlock that casted the spell.” Magnus says.

“Sinira.” Ty stated.

“What?” Clary asks.

“It's what the warlock side her name was.” Kit tells them. Magnus go’s white in the face and slow gets up. A very shocked look on his face as he turned and looked at Ty and Kit. “what was that name.” He asked.

“Sinira she did not give a last name.” Ty side very sarcastically. Kit shook his head. He know his Parabatai head no taticed but he thought he had shown him ways to be a bit more sensitive. Magnus stumbles backward and Clary catches him. “Mag what is it?” Clary asked.

“She told me she was coming for my loved once.” Magnus says in a blank voice.

“Magnus we need to save the guys how do we stop blood magic.” Clary says in a from voice.

“We need the blood of the warlock and the blood of the one they love. So with Sinira blood and Magnus you should be able to help them.” Ty explands.

“Ok here is what's going to happen. Magnus you are to stay here and help the guys as best you can. Izzy, Simon and I are going warlock hunting. Ask for The newbies I want you all on guard duty and helping Magnus.” Clary ordered.

“What about us?” Kit asked but Ty hit him in the arm.

“Mission.” Ty says. Clary nods at the two boys. “Looks like you guys got your own job to do. If you come across this Sinira send a message.” Clary side. Ty and Kit nod as they make their way into the hall “You know we could have told her about the fight club rummers.” Kit says looking at his Parabatai incragesly. Ty shakes his head.

“They have to much to deal with. This is just some downworld fight club.” Ty says as they start down the longhall way back to the main doors.

“Ya but we know it's ran by a Warlock that know one has ever seen.” Kit protasted.

“Very Good Watson but we don't know if it is this Sinira.” Ty says as a hand come down on his shoulder. Ty stiffend all over. He had gotten used to people he did not know touching him but he still did not like it. Ty and Kit sponge on there heels and saw Simon Lovelace. “Did you to just say fight club?” He asked.

“Yesss.” Kit drawed out.

“I know where it is and you two are coming with me.” Simon greand.

Back In the Infirmary Clary was still dealing with the Newbies. They had protested with great pashin that they would not be sidelined on the first real mission since they got there. “We are Shadowhunters Not just some Mundans off the street!” Mekyle barked.

“He is right we should be out there doing are jobs.” Ruthie added.

“Your job kid!” Isabelle shouted.

“Your Job is Whatever I say it is as the head of this institute.” Clary shouted a tear running down her left eye. Her face was red with anger. “And right know your Job is very simple. Gared the institute with your lives. If anyone or thing gets throw them doors put it down!”

“It's not fear…” Mekyle started to say as Xander lays a hand on his arm.

“Stop it Man we have are orders and we will carry them out.” Xander snapped looking at Mekyle a fire seem to be in his eyes.

“Mekyle He is right this is what we need to do right now.” Angelique says looking at Mekyle with a look of fondness. What Clary and the others did not know is Mekyle and Angelique are Parabatai. Slow Mekyle lightened and he nods at Clary and steps out of the door way.

“Where is Simon?” Isabelle asked looking around.

The Subways of New York are long and all over the city but a good number of them were still up and running. However this Subway was not it was old run down and dirty very dirty. Kit splash throw a paddle and Simon snapped back to reality. He head dedie to go with Kit and Ty without telling the others. Simon has been doing patrols for the last few weeks on his own. Isabelle is great and he loved being with her at all times but he had gotten to a point in his new marriage where he wanted his own time. This head lead him on the trail of a roaming downworld fight club. As it head turned out this was why Kit and Ty where here in New york and not in there home town of L.A.

Now they are walking in one of the line of the 191st street subway the worst of all the subways there is. It was actually voted number one on of the mundane websites. Kit splashes again and the quiver on Simon back jerks as he steps in a hole and rats took of running every witch way. “Wow!” Simon shouts.

“He hunts demons yet a Rat scares him.” Kit snickers. Simon shots Kit a evil look. “Yep Your a Herondale.” He says.

The trio keep going deeper and deeper into the subway tell they started to hear hooping and hollering. Then came a wolf howl the three exchange looks and took off running. Ty draw two daggers and Kit draw his Longsword and they took of full shadowhunter speed. Simon on the other had did not use this speed rune he keep back a few feet from the two boys a arrow notched and ready to fire.

As the two boys reach the crowded there is screams of shock and anger. People were running everywhere but in the center of the group was a ring white checked into the floor In the ring stood Ty, Kit and Sinira…. “By the order of the clave.” Kit says as he is pushed back in to a wall by a invisible force. Simon closed his eye and thought of Clary his old friend and now his parabatai. Then there was a flash of blue light and a portal opened and out of it walked Clary and Izzy. Simon was still a few feet away but he could hear what was being side.

“Sinira!” Clary shouts Sinira grinds and looks at her.

“Oh my little Fray.” Sinira answers

“My Name is Clary Fairchild! You are hurting two people I care about deeply and that's going to end.” Clary says as she draws a short sword form here belt. Izzy silver snake bracelet head already formed in to her deadly whip. Sinira did not move she just started to leaph.

“So my spell got Jace Herondale to that's just too great. How is my Big Brother doing with this?” Sinira snickers. Izzy whip flies out in the blink of an eye and was wrapped around Sinira nack. “Kill me and the spell will kill them.” she smirked. Ty was running at her in a matter of sacents not lissing to her words like Kit he is sent flying by some force unseen. Simon keeping to the shadows starts to make his way behind Sinira. Clary most not of seen him because she took after Sinira also her sword hung over her head, but at the last minute stops cold and looks over at Izzy. Simon eyes also flicker over to Isabelle.

Isabelle head gone ghost white and was not moving. Icicles were forming on the whip and all over Isabelle hand. Clary spins around and run over to Isabelle and ripps the whip free of Izzy hand. Isabelle falls in to Clarys arms. Simon raises his bow and looks at Sinira he slow lets out a single breath and lets the arrow fly. Sinira spends around and catches the arrow. “What's Wrong Little SideKick did you think i did not know your there.” Simon smirked and winked as the arrow she was holding disappeared and anther arrow flow out of the shadows and right throw Sinira hand. Sinira screamed out in pain and disappears. “Remind me to thank Alec and Magnus for them arrows they got me for my Birthday.” he snickered walking into the light. Clary looked at him with fire in her eyes she was pissed and boy could he fill it.

“Now how do we save the guys she is gone!” Clary shouted. Simon just smiled and pointed at the arrow that was stock in to the wall dripping with blood. Clary's eyes light up.

#shadowhunters #shadow world #jace herondale #clary fairchild #alec lightwood #magnus bane #izzy lightwood #simon lovelace #epic #cool

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notafraidofredyellowandblue · 4 years ago

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Rammstein MTV masters 2004 - part 6 - translation

And we're back with the next part 😊, again in itallic parts are my comments when i feel it adds to the translation (was published in 2012 on youtube, but seems to be from 2004, so have adjusted the title)

previous parts

part 1

part 2 is unfortunately blocked (maybe there's another link?)

part 3

part 4

part 5

youtube

Voice ober (VO): .. in small groups in the experiment room

Paul (P): ..which is very relaxing. Because we have a lot of pigheads in the band, and when a pighead isn't there every now and then, the others are happy, they can take things further in peace and quiet, that would otherwise never have had a chance, like "Amour" for example. .. "Los" ... so songs that, ehm, would otherwise not have made it into the final cut.

Oliver (O): With this record, we didn't try to cut from the start when selecting ideas, but rather, ehm, played around with all the ideas as far as we could take them, until Till came into the mix.

VO: The sophisticated vocal passages are also noticeable in the therapy plate. Who could have guessed at an earlier point in time what a silky voice hid in ex-grunter Till Lindemann.

Till (T): That wasn't really encouraged at the beginning, at the beginning, ehm, when you burst into anger you don't sing like that, now it's comes from the soulful shelf, you just have to sing. Well, I mean, it follows with the song and the text, when you get instruments that somehow scream, and after that the chorus has to be nice and sung, you have to sing on it, somehow, and actually on the albums before that, ehm, there was a small upwards trend, it evolved more and more. In the beginning.. the first record was a pure outburst of anger, that was more talking than singing.

VO: But no fear, Rammstein have by no means lost their darkness and mightiness. They are still the terrible beautiful gloomy rockers. And above all, just like before there is the brazenness with which Rammstein take up topics. Unscrupulous and calculated.

P: We .. think .. mostly not like "is it allowed", "what could he think about it". When we would do it like that.. because you can't think like that, we think "do we like it", "do we have to do it like this now" .. yes.. then we do it

VO: The first single of the new album shocked the nations as usual. Rammstein report back for business.

P: We didn't think that the record company would choose this song. Well we wouldn't have suggested it as a single. Because it's strong meat (Paul uses the phrase "Harter Tobak" (literally "Strong tobacco") which has the english meaning of "Strong meat", the meat in this case is no pun from him to the sung this is about, that is a coincidence from the english phrase).

VO: "Mein Teil" (My part) is trying to document a hitherto unique case in criminal history. A certain Armin M. found a friend over the internet who voluntarily let himself be partly prepared and eaten by him.

P: There once was a man in Germany who ate the other man, Armin M.?..(big grin).. Yes?

Schneider (S): Well the impressive thing about it is that he is not someone who just eats others, but it happened on a voluntary basis. That you can run across someone on the internet, and then the two meet ... and nobody can really do anything against it ... even the judiciary was a little bit puzzled as to how to deal with such a case and then we handled it musically.

VO: Since that delicate topic caused real horror in clean Germany, it's exactly the right thing for Rammstein. The Bild newspaper even named "Mein Teil" as the scandal song of the year. Even the relatively harmless video for the song landed on the index *). A risk that Rammstein is still consciously taking.

S: There's no need to act stupid when you deal with such a provocative topic, a very extreme topic that is offensive somehow and then pretend that it probably interests no one, it is not like that. We know that, eh... it can lead to strong provocation and to divided opinions, but first and foremost it was an interesting topic for us.

(end of part 6)

*) "The Index" is the short name for "Liste der Bundesprüfstelle für jugendgefährdende Medien" or in English "List of the federal department for media harmful to young people"

#rammstein interview #rammstein #interview translation #paul landers #christoph schneider #oliver riedel #till lindemann #rammstein mtv masters 2004 #published 2012

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rabbit-in-blue · 4 years ago

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For the kisses, 35, Sherlolly college AU.

Hello,

Sorry for letting you wait. It took me a little bit longer than expected and I know I say it would be a drabble but, It kinda took life of his own... I hope it is readable, english is not my first languish, so I drafted in spanish first and then make the translation... hope you like it

First date

It was true, at 21 years old Sherlock Holmes haven't been in to many dates. His relationship with Violet Hunter all that years ago, remained on the platonic scale of the spectrum, until the day he returned to Paris. No one, nor friend o enemy could honestly say that he and Irene Adler had been dating… And even when he took out Janine Hawkins a couple of times, the ulterior motives behind those dates, plus the big amounts of narcotics consumed in the course of those “dates”, possibly disqualified them as real ones. No, Sherlock did not have too much dating experience, he was not a lady’s man, as his friend John Watson, nor a hopeless romantic like young Sergeant Lestrde. By his own admission, girlfriends was not his area, and yet tonight, lit by the moonlight and campus lanterns, Sherlock was certain he had the best date in human history. During the course of the evening, he was brilliant, witty, and totally dazzled the girl with his deductive abilities and superior intellect. While she on her side was warm, receptive, sweet and beautiful, even exhibiting glimpses of genius herself, demonstrating accurate synthesis and analysis capabilities, something that, from this day onwards, would be considered by Sherlock as the most sensual attribute that a woman could ever display.

They were still giglin when they walked through into the dorm rooms bilding.

«How did you knew Crown's real plan was to swap the paintings?» ask Molly giggling as they stopped in front of her bedroom door.

«Would you believe me if I told you it was the cuff of his shirt?» Sherlock replied smug and satisfied.

«The cuff? of his shirt?» she repeats, seems confused, her expression turning in a gesture of true mortification, it is then that the the revelation hit her and Sherlock watched proudly as his face lit up again, and the sweet cute smile returned once more to her lips, her sweet cute small lips «Of course!» she shouts eagerly «The shirt’s cuff… of course… » She repeats once more looking like she just completed a complex math problem. A feeling of deep satisfaction internally bathes Sherlock from head to toe, their children are going to simply be exceptional, they will win at least one Nobel Prize each ... «You're right, you know?» Molly explains interrupting his train of thought «It can be really obvious if one just observe. But that's the easy part for you, the rest of us have to run the extra mile...»

This is it, Sherlock thought, time to make his move. He had to go for it and kiss her, it was now or never.

Subtly and discreetly Sherlock bridges the gap between the two of them.

«Glad to hear you had a good time, Molly Hooper,» says Sherlock, as he begins to calculate the best posture and angle to reach the perfect kiss. Molly is a little short, so he must proceed with extreme precision so that they are both in a comfortable position.

«I did» she replies smiling, without ever lose eye contact with him, «Even when it was nothing I expected ...»

«What did you expect?» Asks the man innocently as he nimbly prepares to slide his hands behind her arms.

«I don't know,» she replies, giggling. «I thought... I don't know… It’s kinda silly… I thought maybe... that maybe we would go on a date...»

Sherlock’s world freezes in that instant, the instinct to fly or fight hits his guts. He definitely wanted to run away, but his body has decided not to move anywhere. He barely manages to not touch her. His mind runs at billions of miles per second and returns blank. He's just there, panicking. Didn’t she supposed to be smart? «What do you mean?» He finally says when manages to articulate a concrete thought.

«Well… » begins Molly, a little worried know «When you asked me to meet you at the museum... I... I... I thought… » A wave of mortification washes her face quickly «Well... I thought you were asking to go out… » Now she bites her lips, clearly ashamed of her confession, to the point of not being able to keep her gaze on him... Great, now she thinks she has done something wrong... And this is why girls and dates are definitely not his area… He almost can hear John laugh, when they talk about this on monday...

«What makes you think it wasn't a date?» He surprises himself by asking ...

And suddenly she can look him again in the eyes «Oh, well… ohm… was it?» she ask unsure

«Of course it was!» The man replies sounding more exasperated than he intended to show. «It took me weeks to find the perfect case to ask you out! Why in bloody hell would you think it wasn't a date?»

«I ... I ...» Now she's nervous, great «N ... no ... I don't know ... it felt like a date at first… you ... you know, before the police, the persecution and all that ..."

«Is was the drag thing?»

«I... maybe... a little?... I… I mean... you look great, seriously, and I think you work those hills better than any pair of shoes I ever had. I can't even believe you walk all the way from the museum till here, in those… or the you run behind Crown through three floors of the building wearing them and you didn’t even miss a step... maybe it had more to do with the part where you flirted with Mr. Crown»

«I was not.»

«Yes, you where.»

Sherlock hesitates for a second, «Maybe a little,» he finally resolves.

«Well, that's a big no no, you know? flirting with someone else while you are on a date... »

Sherlock can’t help to notice that it has been Molly who has closed the distance between them this time, he hesitates to touch her and chooses to restart calculations on the ideal inclination angle for a kissing this girl. Then, her arms are tangle around his neck and pull him down so their lips collide in an awkward, kinda slappy, and absolutely brilliant, glorious kiss.

This is it, Sherlock thinks, best date in human history...

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avettabendrot · 4 years ago

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Art History Aesthetics - A’vett Abendrot

( one of the unused images I still have lol ) Auch wenn die Story krass is, es is immer noch die Abendrot Wacht im Bild X’D

Bold what applies, italicize what applies sometimes or somewhat.

MEDIEVAL

Tired eyes. Coffee stains on the table. Listening to the bustle of the city. Unmade beds. Ponytails. Sunlight seeping through the curtains.Chapped lips. Walking barefoot across floorboards. Dusty dictionaries. Black and white reruns. Huge sweaters. The ticking of the clock. Hearing birds in the morning. Fireplaces. Falling asleep during class.

RENAISSANCE

Freckles. The sun rising. Watching the sea. Taking shots of the city. Historical museums. Bright eyes. Looking up at the clouds. Walls covered in artwork. Drawing in the middle of lessons. Tracing your fingers on the sand. Painting for hours. Staying in uncrowded coffee shops. Worn paperbacks. Messy braids. Going to bed with your knee socks on.

BAROQUE

Dark hair. A little sophisticated. Always observing the world around you. Intricate designs. High ceilings. Extravagant musical pieces.Dim lights. Colorless photographs. Fancy furniture. Pale skin. Hearing soft footfalls coming from outside your room. Mischievous looks. Bitten nails. Candlelight dinners. Dark shades of lipstick.

CLASSICAL

Chandeliers. The clinking of a teacup. Laced clothing. Modern architecture. Light hair. Watching the view from the terrace. Hidden birthmarks. Drinking tea in the morning. Wandering about in an empty building. Botanical gardens. Old films. Ancient marble sculptures. Expensive perfume. Breakfast in bed. Reading stories about mythology.

ROMANTIC

Compassion. Short writings on scraps of paper. Blushed cheeks. A bouquet of roses. Reading collections of poetry late at night. Loose hair. Carpeted floors. Attending operas. Faint music playing in the background. Staying under the covers until midday. The night sky. Streetlights. Picking flowers. Dancing around in silk dresses.(ok not really a silk dress X’D but a coat ^^; ) Scented candles.

Tagged by @spotofmummery (ahhh master Amon~~ <3 )

Taggin: anyone who want’s to do it X’D

#ask A'vett #thanks for asking owo

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queenofmoons67 · 5 years ago

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something wild (calls you home): chapter five

Word Count: 4467

Thank you to my beta @bookdancerfics!

Chapter 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5: Kotetsu and Barnaby 2

Barnaby’s life had been thrown into chaos by Kotetsu’s disappearance, but as Agnes and Charlie pressured him and the other heroes into taking care of themselves and they failed to turn up more leads, he began to fall into a routine.

Wake up at six in the morning. Take Charlie for a walk. Turn around so his dog actually goes to the bathroom. Go home. Feed Charlie. Get ready. Refill Charlie’s water bowl. Be at work by eight.

Spend the next four hours alternating between hero work and going over the evidence again and again. It was still strange working without a partner, but the media had at least stopped bothering him with questions about what happened to Wild Tiger—half shut up by Barnaby and the other heroes’ pointed non-responses, and half shut up by Agnes yelling at them for an hour.

Go home to take Charlie for another walk and eat lunch.

Go back to work. Alternate between hero work, going over the evidence, and arguing with the police about their lack of involvement. Resist punching someone. Go to the gym. Spar with the other heroes and commiserate over how almost everyone else thinks Kotetsu is dead.

Resist working more and go home to take Charlie on his evening walk. Eat dinner together and refill his water bowl.

Resist Charlie’s sad face and go back out. Scour the streets for hours, sometimes by himself, sometimes with other heroes. Find nothing. Make it home by midnight to ignore the guilt Charlie’s face causes and take him out on his final walk. Crawl into bed thirty minutes later and ignore how calming Charlie’s warmth over his feet is. Fall asleep by one.

Rinse and repeat, until days turned into weeks.

It was… it was different, but not in the same way that eating dog food or wearing a collar were. It was a good different: Taking comfort in the heat of Bunny’s leg pressed into his side, the sound of another person breathing. Knowing that, even though he was a dog, he wasn’t alone.

He thought it helped Bunny, too. His partner was quieter and more relaxed with him on the bed. There was the occasional nightmare, when all Kotetsu could do was burrow into Bunny’s side more and press his cold nose to his hand, even while doing his best to block out the nearly silent cries Bunny made. But they weren’t often, and even if that was all Kotetsu could do, it was still something. He would take that.

But last night had been different. Bunny had had a nightmare, and a single word had slipped out among his cries.

“Kotetsu!”

Kotetsu shivered and jumped out of bed. Hours later, the sound of Bunny crying for him still echoed in his head. He had thought Bunny was doing better. He had thought they both were. He had gotten used to being a dog, and his legs no longer slipped out from underneath him. He had formed a routine, and Bunny had been part of it. Sure, his partner and the other heroes still went out looking for him at night. But they didn’t do it obsessively. He—

Kotetsu shook his head, tail limp between his legs as he trotted through the hall into the living room. He had been fooling himself, thinking that Bunny and the others could recover from his disappearance and apparent death. Why had he thought that? Heroes had died in the past, and it hadn’t been easy then. Why would it be easy now?

“Charlie?” Bunny called. Kotetsu ignored him and nosed at the front door.

He had resigned himself to being a dog forever too soon. Sure, the other heroes had no leads. But he had something they didn’t: Knowledge that he had been turned into a dog, the little knowledge he had of the night he disappeared, and the dog senses to do something about it. He should never have given up when he did. That wasn’t what heroes did. That wasn’t what Wild Tiger did.

“Charlie, are you ready for your walk?” Bunny’s voice echoed in the hall.

A walk meant a leash. A leash meant Bunny holding tight to the other end. A leash meant Kotetsu wasn’t going anywhere.

Kotetsu worked his mouth around the door handle, thankful that it locked automatically and that it wasn’t a knob. Either would have stopped him before he even tried—or at least meant he would have had to try a different way.

“Charlie?!” Bunny cried, and Kotetsu flinched, but managed to turn the handle. Backing up, he looked behind him to see his partner staring at him, open-mouthed with tears already welling up.

“I’m sorry, Bunny. But I have to do this.”

Kotetsu ran out the door.

Barnaby ran after Charlie, but by the time he banged open the stairwell door his dog had already disappeared. This was the penthouse, though. Maybe—

Barnaby ran to the elevator and hit the down button, pacing back and forth and hoping it would come quickly. If he could get downstairs before Charlie, he could stop his dog from going outside. Or at least go with him. Maybe he was just really eager for his walk? What other reason—

Charlie had shown no signs of being unhappy. Barnaby had shared his bed, his food, and his home. He had been thankful to have someone else in his life, even though a dog could never fill the hole Kotetsu left. He had been— he hadn’t been happy, but they had been together. And Charlie had been happy.

Right?

“I’m sorry, Mr. Brooks,” the receptionist shook his head. “The dog ran out a few minutes ago. I’m not sure which way he went.”

It took Kotetsu three tries to find the right alley, but only a second to find where his call band had been—while his scent had been washed away by nearly a month of weather, his blood had permanently stained the ground. Kotetsu sat and stared at it, then looked around the alley. There had to be a clue here… something the other heroes missed… something like—

Kotetsu’s tail whipped back and forth, uncaring of how it quickly gathered the dirt it passed through. How had he missed it before? He had led Bunny and Nathan to where he woke up, but he’d had to walk in circles to find his call band. It had been destroyed before he fell unconscious—while he was still human! Which meant—

Kotetsu leapt to his feet, pacing in thought.

Everything had happened so fast, he hadn’t really considered the blood. It had made sense that his call band would fall off when his human hands transformed into thinner dog paws. But that wouldn’t move it to a different spot or destroy it, and it wouldn’t coat the ground with blood. And unless the transformation had healed his injuries, he hadn’t been hurt besides turning into a dog. Which meant… which meant it’s not his blood.

Kotetsu whirled back around, stumbling slightly over his own feet for the first time in weeks as he raced to the dried spot and stuck his nose directly above it. Inhaling deeply, he closed his eyes and concentrated.

If he was right, this was the blood of whoever transformed him. His own scent was long gone, but the blood—the blood had become ingrained in the ground. The top layers had washed away, but there it was. The faint scent of someone entirely human, of black holes and pepper. Someone who wasn’t Kotetsu.

If this had been planned, he had no further leads. But if this had all been because he was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, there was a possibility—however small—that he could find himself in the right place at the right time. The attacker could be nearby.

Raising his head, Wild Tiger set off at a run into the streets of Stern Bild, mouth open and breathing in the scents of the morning.

Barnaby didn’t go to work. Instead, he set out on the streets, looking for Charlie and asking people if they had seen a medium-sized dog with orange and black stripes.

“Like a tiger?” they would ask, and Barnaby would swallow, the ache in his throat growing stronger, as he remembered the last time he scoured the streets for a tiger.

But he always said “yes.”

Wild Tiger caught the trace scent of black holes and pepper when he rounded a corner a few blocks from the alley. His stride lengthened, becoming more purposeful as he tore through the streets.

Agnes called Barnaby thirty minutes after eight.

“Where are you?” she demanded.

“I’m only—”

“You haven’t been late in weeks.” Since Kotetsu disappeared.

“I’m sorry. My— Charlie got out this morning. I’m trying to find him.”

Agnes muttered something that Barnaby barely caught, something about “this is not what I told you to do,” but then said, “I’ll send the other heroes out.”

Barnaby’s heart beat faster. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I don’t, but I will. Accept the help, Barnaby.”

He stared across the street, not really seeing. “Thank you, Agnes.”

She scoffed. “Thank me when we have Charlie back.”

Wild Tiger skidded to a halt, yelping as his paws scraped against the rough pavement in an attempt to not run over Sky High. The other hero had dropped out of the sky and landed right in front of him, arms open and beckoning.

“Come here, Charlie,” Sky High cooed, patting his thigh even while he reached up to his comm. “I found him.”

Wild Tiger backed away slowly, tail between his legs and ears back. He was cold, and dirty, and hurting from running all over the city—but the scent he’d been tracking had been growing stronger with every paw step, and it was so strong now that the pepper stung his nose.

“I’m sorry,” he said for the second time that morning. “But I have to do this.”

He darted forward, keeping his body low as he dodged Sky High’s hands and ran on. A few more blocks… just a few more blocks!

Barnaby ran through Stern Bild, heart pounding in his chest and echoing in his ears. He had been terrified the first call of the day would come in and interrupt their search. He hadn’t expected to find Charlie in less than an hour. He should have expected his dog to run. Why wouldn’t he, when that had been the cause of all the trouble in the first place?

“Charlie!” Sky High called, his boots thundering on the pavement.

Wild Tiger did his best to ignore him and keep running. He had followed the scent into a tight alleyway, which had the added benefit of making Sky High choose between running and flying into walls. The hero had decided to run, giving Wild Tiger the lead in the chase.

A door opened ahead of them, slamming into the brick wall with a clang as an average-looking man walked out. Wild Tiger got ready to dodge—and then the scent of black holes and pepper crashed into him, blurring the scent of anything else and making his eyes narrow on the new person in the alley. He pointed his nose right at him, ears pricked forward, tail raised high, and lip curled up. Sky High shouted something behind him, but Wild Tiger didn’t hear what he said over the rush of blood in his head and the pounding of his paws as he ran at his attacker.

This was the person who had turned him into a dog. The person who had taken him from his family. The person who had hurt his family. Kotetsu let him get away once—he wasn’t letting that happen again.

The man turned to face him, eyes wide and scent turning sour with fear, and Kotetsu leapt forward.

Barnaby arrived at an alley a few miles from Kotetsu’s apartment to the sound of sirens and people shouting orders. The Apollon Media van sat right outside it, and it was all shut off from the main street by crime scene tape. Antonio met him on one side.

“Whoa, Barnaby,” the older hero said. “You can go in in a minute, but I need to talk to you first, ok?”

Barnaby frowned, trying to see past him, but it was impossible: The other man was just too tall. Giving up, he folded his arms and glared at him. “What is it?”

“Charlie led us to the man responsible for Wild Tiger’s disappearance,” Antonio said evenly, steadily, as though he hadn’t just rocked the ground beneath Barnaby’s feet.

“He— he did what?” Barnaby asked.

“Do you remember that blood sample we took from the call band, the one that turned out to not be in the system, but it had been so long we thought no one could track it?” Antonio turned slightly and nodded down the alley. “He tracked it, and Sky High followed him here and watched him jump the man. Didn’t hurt him or anything, just knocked him down and held him there till Sky High caught up with them. Charlie was apparently more than a little frightening, though, because the moment Sky High was there he was babbling all about what he did to Wild Tiger.”

Barnaby stared at him, wordless. Antonio took a moment, looking past him at where Barnaby knew the Apollon Media van was, then continued.

“Barnaby, none of us are at fault for not realizing, ok? We just… we have to be there for Kotetsu, and—”

Antonio’s eyes drifted back to the van when he said Kotetsu’s name, and Barnaby whirled around and dashed toward it. Antonio called after him, but Barnaby ignored him. Kotetsu. They had found Kotetsu. They had—!

The back of the van was open, but it was empty save for Agnes and Charlie. The two were sitting next to one another, not touching, and Agnes was in the middle of saying something when Barnaby ran up. He looked between them in bewilderment. He was happy to see Charlie, of course, but after thinking his partner was there, his dog was… not a disappointment, per se, but definitely—

Charlie knocked him to the ground in a whirlwind of paws and fur, tail wagging at mach speed, and pranced and danced all around him before deciding that shoving himself in Barnaby’s lap and leaning his entire weight on his chest was the best option.

For lack of anything else to do, Barnaby settled one hand in a half-hug around Charlie, braced himself on the other, and looked up at Agnes.

She smirked down at him. “I thought he was happy we finally figured everything out, but that was nothing compared to now.”

Charlie pulled away from Barnaby a bit and snarled at her. Agnes laughed. Barnaby looked between them, brow furrowed, then looked up at Antonio as the other hero caught up with him.

“He doesn’t know yet,” Antonio commented, staring first at Charlie, then at Agnes.

Charlie barked. Agnes rolled her eyes.

Antonio sighed, but explained, “Charlie is Kotetsu; he was attacked by a man with the power to turn an animal into a different species—even humans. It apparently wears off after a full month anyway, but he’s stuck like that for another few days.”

“I should have known from the beginning,” Agnes said. “Answers to Tiger and follows Barnaby around, who else does that sound like?”

Charlie—Kotetsu—barked again, and Barnaby looked down at him. “Kotetsu?” he said, and Kotetsu barked again, shoving himself back into Barnaby’s chest in what he was realizing was a pseudo-hug. He leaned into it for a moment, then back again. “I can’t believe this.”

For the remaining three days Kotetsu was a dog, he and Bunny gave each other space, but stuck to the same general vicinity. He himself was in disbelief that everyone knew who he was, while Bunny seemed in shock about all of it in general. He would call for Kotetsu, then blink down at him when he trotted up.

No matter how much the revelation rocked Bunny, though, it didn’t compare to how much it shook their routine. Kotetsu acted as he normally did, but Bunny hesitated to take him on walks with the collar—removed at the alley—and leash, despite the fact they both knew it was the law, and that Kotetsu couldn’t just stay in Bunny’s apartment. The food stayed the same because neither of them were sure what his body could handle otherwise, but Kotetsu sat at the table like a normal person.

And except for when Bunny called for Kotetsu’s attention, neither of them spoke to one another.

It hadn’t been loud before, but they had interacted. Bunny had murmured quiet musings and worries to Charlie, and Charlie had laid there and listened, tail wagging behind him and occasionally nosing at Bunny’s hand or barking.

Now, when Bunny turned to Kotetsu to say something, he would blink at his tiger stripes and turn away again. Kotetsu tried to trot after him the first few times, but after each one led to Bunny shooing him away with an exasperated “not now, Kotetsu,” he learned to stay away.

The one thing that stayed the same was Kotetsu’s place on the bed, pressed up against Bunny’s legs. With everything that had changed, neither of them were willing to give up the comfort the other’s warmth provided at night.

The night Kotetsu should turn back, he and Barnaby sat on his couch and stared at one another. The other heroes had offered to be there, too, but Barnaby had told them no; he didn’t want to overwhelm Kotetsu.

With what they knew now, they figured his call band had either been taken off and destroyed during a fight or after his transformation, but his other clothes hadn’t been found, so they had probably transformed with him and he should at least be dressed when he transformed back. But dog and human senses were very different, even without the possible pain the transformation would cause and any walking issues he would have.

Barnaby looked away from Kotetsu, ignoring the concerned yelp his partner made. No matter what Antonio said, he should have at least suspected what had happened from the very beginning. Mobility issues with no injuries. Familiarity with him and their fellow heroes. Answering to ‘Tiger.’ But he hadn’t seen it. He’d been so blinded by the situation, so entirely compromised, that he’d ignored the most prominent clues.

“Bunny?”

“It’s Barnaby—”

Barnaby’s eyes widened and he whirled around, almost falling off the couch in his hurry only to be steadied by hands that he knew better than his own, even after a month of absence.

“Ko— Kotetsu?” he whispered, staring into narrowed brown eyes.

“Are you alright, Bunny? You seem—”

Barnaby has never known Kotetsu to be quiet, but throwing his arms around his partner, squeezing tight, and burying burning eyes in the crook of his neck and shoulder did the trick for a moment.

“Bunny?” Even now, Kotetsu’s voice was quiet.

Barnaby pulled back, shivering a little, and wiped at his eyes. Smiling, he said, “It’s good to have you back, Kotetsu.”

No matter how much it was his fault for what happened, Barnaby was selfish. He didn’t have it in him to stay away.

Kotetsu’s eyes hurt from all the colors, and he felt like he was underwater from how dulled his sense of smell and hearing was, but he focused on Bunny the best he could.

“You’re sure you’re ok?” he repeated.

Bunny rolled his eyes. “Yes, Kotetsu, I’m ok. Just glad to see you.”

Kotetsu didn’t say he never left; he knew it hadn’t felt like that. But still— “You’ve known I’ve been here for days.”

Bunny shifted in his seat, but kept staring at him. “Yes, well, it didn’t feel like it. Perhaps if I’d figured it out sooner it would be better. But that’s not the point right now, Kotetsu. How are—”

“That is absolutely the point!” Kotetsu interrupted, scandalized. “Bunny, what are you talking about?! I’m the one who gave up trying to show you who I really was—”

“It should never have gotten that far—”

“Bullshit—”

“Kotetsu!”

“What?” Kotetsu asked, jolting to his feet the best he could. He was a little wobbly after getting used to four legs, but he managed ok, planting his feet a little wider apart than normal for balance. “Are you going to scold me for my language, Bunny? For getting caught in the first place? Or was that your fault too? You can’t take credit for everything, Bunny!”

Bunny shot to his feet and, voice cracking, cried, “You were gone, Kotetsu! You were gone, and I was here, uselessly searching for you when you were right next to me the entire time! How do you expect me to feel?”

Kotetsu didn’t have a response. Instead, he swayed a bit on his feet, panting from his outburst and watching Bunny do the same.

They stayed like that for a minute, and then—

“I’m going to bed,” Kotetsu said. “I’m tired, and I want to see the others tomorrow.”

He went to bed alone.

He didn’t comment when Bunny climbed in thirty minutes later, just held the blankets up for him and then turned away.

He wouldn’t have been able to sleep alone anyway.

Barnaby woke up slowly without an excited dog jumping on his legs. Opening his eyes, he turned his head and stared at Kotetsu. The other man was still out cold, limbs sprawled everywhere and mouth open and snoring. Counting himself lucky that Kotetsu wasn’t drooling and that they weren’t tangled together, Barnaby slipped out of bed easily enough and went into the kitchen.

He wanted to make something nice for Kotetsu to eat. Even with their fight, his partner had been stuck with dog food for an entire month. He should probably avoid anything too rich for now, but he figured toast with butter and jelly should be ok.

Barnaby was just getting out the silverware when Kotetsu stumbled in, rubbing at his eyes and yawning.

Barnaby looked him over with narrowed eyes. “Are you feeling better today?”

“Hm?” Kotetsu slumped into a chair at the table, peered down at the toast already in front of him, and then squinted up at Barnaby. “Yeah. Just—” he yawned again “—just need to go for a good walk, stretch out the kinks.”

“So normal old man stuff?”

“Yeah, normal— hey!” Kotetsu yelped, pointing at him. “Normal person stuff, thank you very much.”

“Hm,” Barnaby hummed as he set down the silverware, then sat down across from Kotetsu. “Whatever you say, Kotetsu.”

Kotetsu squinted at him again, then scoffed and picked up his knife and the butter. “Yeah, yeah. You laugh. Just wait till—”

“I’m your age?”

Kotetsu audibly growled.

Barnaby looked at him, startled, and his partner clutched at his throat. “That was…”

“Yeah,” Kotetsu coughed. “I guess there are a few side effects, besides the whole—” he gestured with his knife, almost flinging butter everywhere.

Barnaby looked away, then back again. “I am sorry, Kotetsu. I know you don’t want to accept it, or even believe I’m at fault. But I am sorry.”

“I never thought it was your fault, Bunny.” Kotetsu dug into the jelly and smeared some across his toast, all while staring at Barnaby. Barnaby shifted, uncomfortable under the unusual weight of his partner’s gaze. “I’m not going to argue who’s to blame with you anymore than we already have, because I don’t want to drive us apart when things should finally be getting back to normal. But I— I want you to know that much, ok?” Kotetsu took a giant bite of toast, moaning in delight, and Barnaby finally let himself look down at his own plate.

“Idiot Tiger,” he muttered, and bit into his own toast, relishing the sound of his partner trying to protest and eat at the same time.

Kotetsu walked towards Apollon Media on his own two feet. Bunny had frowned while studying him on their way to his car, but Kotetsu absolutely refused to greet the other heroes leaning on his partner. They had been worried about him for a month, and it was bad enough Bunny saw him struggling and felt guilty about it all—he didn’t need the others like that, too.

“Are you ok?” Bunny asked quietly, walking calmly enough beside him, but still shooting him the occasional worried glance that Kotetsu then ignored.

“I’m fine.” Worried himself about Bunny, but Kotetsu meant it when he said he refused to argue about it anymore. It was time for them both to heal from the whole situation, and they couldn’t do it separately. Their partnership had grown enough that Kotetsu could willingly admit that, just as he could admit that it would take time before either of them forgave themselves for the mistakes they made. But they had the time, now. Time, and friends to help them through it.

“Tiger!” Nathan called, running out the door. Antonio followed them more sedately, but his giant grin gave away how excited he was. Karina walked next to him, an extra bounce in her step, and Keith, Ivan, and Pao-lin ran out behind them all, quickly catching up to Nathan and screeching into an excited half-circle around Kotetsu.

“Are you ok?” Pao-lin asked, peering up at him.

Kotetsu grinned down at her and ruffled her hair. “I’m getting there,” he reassured. “I’m at least at ninety percent already.”

Bunny coughed next to him, and Kotetsu shot him a glare even while stepping into Nathan’s hug, Antonio sweeping them both up a second later.

“I’ll be back to work before you know it,” he insisted.

“Good,” Agnes said, heels clicking on the pavement as she approached them all. “Ratings have been down without you, Wild Tiger. Everyone wants to know what happened to yours and Barnaby’s partnership.”

“Uh-huh,” Kotetsu laughed. Antonio set him and Nathan down, and he steadied himself on them both for a moment before letting go. “Are you sure you didn’t miss me for me, Agnes?”

“Positive,” she said. “Now get inside, all of you! At least pretend you’re going to work.”

Kotetsu grinned, threw one arm around Bunny, and walked into Apollon Media, his fellow heroes by his side. It was good to be back.

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