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Agust D 'Amygdala' MV

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Sketch I

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THE GRAND FINALE

Images from:

Tom Stoppard's Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead staged by National Theatre, 2017

The Public Theatre, 2009

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Hemlo everyone

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i generally try to keep things spoiler-free so ahead of the imminent ghost wax season one finale i will just chime in to say that i too am feral about voncid and am prepared to commit crimes, riot, do arson, etc

!!!

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time to Write

[conan-christopher]

new fic!

you make me feel like it's halloween (jay bauman fanfic)

rating: explicit

finished as of October 2023

for @rlmfanfic as a gift. happy halloween!

ao3 / wtt / Q

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i'm not writing a dreamling fic i'm not writing a dreamling fic i'm not writing a dreamling fic

i'm writing a dreamling fic

fuck

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Haven't done one of these in a while. Before and after coloring

[post-itpenny]

Never intended to start writing any fics this soon, but I’ve hit a little bit of writer’s block with the book I’m trying to write.

Why the heck not I guess….

Maggie

It was that particular golden hour of the day when the sun was just beginning to consider its descent. All was quiet in the park except for the cool breeze and the coo of a mourning dove. Occasionally the pensive quiet would be interrupted by the distant rumble of traffic.

Nestled against the tree line was a haphazard pile of canvas and sticks along with a rather miffed redhead woman turning a set of directions around for the third time.

‘Miffed’ was the right word for it. The tent she was attempting to assemble had been a gift, one that served her well for many decades by now. But Maggie swore that every time she tried to read the instructions on how to assemble the stupid thing they changed.

Knowing the creator of said tent, she wouldn’t have been surprised.

She sighed with a kick to the mass of canvas before shoving the directions down her boot. That was another thing she could stand to ask for, but pockets were for people without tents. Which she was not.

It was nearly an hour before the tent was assembled. Modest in size, looking big enough for six people with a stove pipe rising from its roof.

She nodded in approval before picking up a duffle bag, pulling an odd white cord at its zipper, and tossing the whole thing inside.

Maggie brushed the dust from her hands as she turned to leave. It would take some time for the bag to unpack itself and she reckoned she had another hour before her phone call came in.

Juuuust enough time to grab a quick bite.

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The twilight sky made it difficult to see without the aid of lights. An odd juxtaposition in her opinion, but it was immensely helpful when one needed to be sneaky.

Maggie had shimmied up the stoplight during the gap between cars passing by. Arms and legs wrapped tight around the metal as she slowly pulled herself along towards one of the lights. Carefully, she reached back to her boot to pull out a pocket knife and flicked open the screwdriver attachment. She blinked once, twice, her eyes glazing over and darting back and forth over some unseen thing, fingers twitching as if plucking at something. She grinned when she saw whatever it was she wanted to see and began to count down from fifty…

Down the road came a speeding vehicle, one of those fancy self-driving things with a lidar like a tiny hat on top. A pet project of a local delivery company. The stop light began to flash all three colors in rapid succession, the smart car doing as programmed and registering the need to stop-

Right in the middle of the intersection.

The car behind it slammed on its brakes just in time, the same as the car behind that one. Then, of all things, another self-driving car came from a different direction, only this one decided to use the flashing streetlight as an invitation to parallel park in the middle of the road. Within minutes the entire intersection was clogged with angry drivers and noise, the swift reaction of hitting the brakes and absurdity as someone climbed onto the roof of their car to record the whole thing.

Of course, in the chaos, not one person looked up to see a flash of red attached to a pale face. Black feathers fluttering in the night breeze with a mouth full of needle-like teeth wide open.

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Maggie returned to the tent with a satisfied smile.

The range of flavors was an odd combination, to say the least, but she was willing to admit her pallet was more eclectic than refined.

Upon climbing through the tent flap she was pleased to see her duffle bag had finished unpacking itself. A tent that, on the outside, looked only big enough for six had an interior that could comfortably fit thirty. A small dining table filled with stacks of bowls and dishes that were not allowed to sort themselves after too many breaks. Rugs and pillows and books and odd trinkets littered the floor in a way that suggested that each item was in its specific home. There was a bed overstuffed with pillows and blankets, a small kitchenette, and a living room designated by a single couch and coffee table. Above it all was Maggie’s own particular artistry, a chandelier of small lights and shiny objects she had hoarded over the decades.

Ah, home sweet home.

She fished a battered cell phone out from between the blankets of her bed and let out a squawk of panic as she saw the time and fumbled to put the dying thing in charge.

Exactly one minute later, the phone rang.

“Konnichiwa!” Maggie greeted without bothering to glance at the screen to see who was calling.

There was a tired sigh on the other end of the line. “Your pronunciation sucks.”

Maggie leaned back and stuck her tongue out at her phone. “Good morning to you too.”

“And good evening to you right? It’s early afternoon here.”

“Not for you,” Maggie grinned, “you just woke up. That’s why you didn’t call three hours ago like you promised.”

“… Maggie you rude bird-brain of a clown. I told you no future vision stuff unless I ask for it.”

“Well, you can hardly stop me when you’re in a whole other country now can you Vesp? How’s Osaka by the way?”

“Beautiful really.” Vespers yawned. “Was up all night finishing the last piece of the collection though.”

“The museum thing?”

“It’s an art installation, thank you very much.”

“For clothes?”

“A collection depicting balance between the beauty of the seasons and practical wear. I’m really proud of this one.”

“I saw the pictures. It’s cool.”

“Thanks, I know.”

“Soooooooo, you have no reason to stay in Japan now, right?”

“I like living over here Poppy.”

“But if you listen to me, I promise you’ll like living over here even more.”

“I like the culture here.”

“You’ll like the coffee shop down the street from where I’ve set up camp.”

“I can get coffee here.”

Maggie groaned as she rolled off the bed and grabbed a notebook off the floor, flipping past dates and times before she found what she was looking for, a single entry she had hastily written down last week. “I should be meeting some new people in a few days- new friends I think.”

“I’m glad, sorry they’re going to have to deal with your weirdness.”

“Please come visit.”

Vespers let out a huff of air, Maggie listening to the sounds of him moving about a room. “The friends I’m crashing with will be leaving for a vacation soon. They were going to let me house-sit while I decide where to go next.”

“Decide to come here.”

“Sure, I’ll think on it.”

The call ended with a hasty ‘click!’ But Maggie wasn’t deterred. Vespers was low on his normal caffeine intake and would recover from his bad attitude later. The seed had been planted and that was all that mattered.

Maggie smiled to herself as she tapped the date written in her notebook. She was so very good at this sort of thing.

[anemoiawithatouchofobsession]

A playlist that I was listening to a month ago with 80s/90s songs from all over the world

1. 박영미 - 나는 외러움 그대는 그리움 / Park Young Mi - I Am Loneliness, You Are Longong

2. Mike Oldfield - Moonlight Shadow

3. Kim Carnes - Bette Davis Eyes

4. Kim Carnes - Black And White

5. Mike Oldfield - Man In The Rain

6. 최선경 - 사랑을 그대 품안에 OST 테마 2 / Choi Sun Kyung - Love In Your Arms OST Theme 2

7. Tracy Chapman - Fast Car

8. 혜은이 - 당신은 모르실거야 / Hye Eun Yi - You Wouldn't Know

9. 이지연 - 그때는 어렸나봐요 / Lee Ji Yeon - We Were Young Then

10. 김지연 - 찬바람이 불면 / Kim Ji Yeon - When The Cold Wind Blows

11. 岡村孝子 Okamura Takako - 夢をあきらめないで (Yume wo Akirane Mayide)

12. 이은하 - 미소를 띄우며 나를 보낸 그 모습처럼 / Lee Eun Ha - Like You Sending Me Away With A Smile

13. 강수지 - 이별이 가져온 것 / Kang Susie - What Breakup Brought

14. 유재하 - 가리워진 길 / Yoo Jae Ha - Hidden Road

15. Cyndi Lauper - Time After Time

16. 松田聖子(Matsuda Seiko) - Sweet Memories

17. Chelsia Chan (진추하) - You're A Part Of Me

18. Carpenters - I Need To Be In Love

19. 하수빈 - 더이상 내게 아픔을 남기지마 / Ha Soo Bin - Don't Leave Me In Pain Anymore)

20. 햇빛촌 - 유리창엔 비 / Sunlight Village - Rain In The Glass Window

[출처] 요즘 듣고 있는 아련한 노래 플레이리스트!|작성자 밤바람 봄바람

(omg??? naver blog automatically inserts sources/credits??? OMG SLAY)

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Last Line Challenge

Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

Got tagged by @jedi-enthusiast, thank you very much!!! <333

Relief blooms in dark eyes.

“There you go,” Helix says, and leans forward, pressing their foreheads together, gentle and grounding–

“I wanted you to see me first. Now, do you know where you are?”

No-pressure tags for @themonopolyhat, @tesdradgon, and @wanderingjedihistorian - and anyone else who’d like to participate!