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kissygrayson · 5 years ago

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LANDSLIDE: Chapter 1 - The Library.

... in which Y/N and Harry fall in love at university.

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Y/N spent the last 35 minutes searching for the notes she needed for her next class, she was sure she had packed them away after her study session the previous Friday, but it looked like she hadn't. She sent a quick text to her study buddy (that's what they decided to call each other after spending many hours in the library together) asking if he was free to let her borrow his notes, getting a one reply response saying he was busy. She breathed in trying to contain how upset she was, it may have seemed silly but these notes where needed for the next exam she had on Tuesday, she couldn't afford to fail this one.

“Amy?” She called out to her flatmate and best friend, now entering their shared living room.

“Yeah, what's up?” she asked, hearing her footsteps and a loud smash while Amy scurried out of her bedroom.

Y/N laughed “Dropped your laptop again?”

“That laptop will be the death of me” she groaned “Are you okay? I thought we where going to yoga” She asked confused noticing the backpack and laptop Y/N was holding.

“I lost the notes for my Tuesday exam and David is busy, so i’m going to have to start again” she dryly laughed, not looking forward to spending another 2 hours in the crowded university library.

“You truly are an idiot, will I meet you after and we can grab food?” Amy questioned now slipping on her gym shoes. Y/N nodded.

The pair walked together out of the building, Amy letting her know she’d meet her at exactly 5 past 5. She headed towards the gym while Y/N to the library. The month was August, the weather was just getting colder and the leaves where slowly falling. The wind softly blew at her hair that'd she'd tucked behind her ears to avoid it getting stuck to her lipgloss, as the university library came into sight. She silently prayed it wouldn't be busy like it usually was, while on the other side of the street Amy was getting ready to follow along the yoga class she attended every Friday.

Y/N had been sat in the uncomfortable library chair for the past twenty minutes, the guy behind breathing heavily distracted her from the laptop and text books in front of her. There was many times where she felt like turning around and telling him to be quiet or moving to another table, but like she least hoped the library was packed again. A whisper interrupted her thoughts.

“Is it okay to sit here?” Y/N looked up coming to face with a tall curly haired boy, a smile on his face and laptop in hand,

“Of course” she replied moving her books to the side while he took the seat beside her.

“Harry” He said opening up his laptop then facing the younger girl with a smile.

“Y/N” She laughed in which he done the same.

“Is It always this busy here?” He questioned. Usually when Harry wanted to study he’d go over to Louis and Liams place, Louis was usually out with Abby, his girlfriend and Liam was never loud, usually focusing on his own studying. Perfect for Harry, considering his flat was always a madhouse.

“Most of the time, yeah” she replied.

The pair sat in silence for the next 15 minutes, Harry typing away on his laptop and Y/N scribbling into her notebook. She took notice of his laptop a few times she'd looked up to the giant clock to keep track of her time seeing he was typing away about business stuff, he'd smiled at her the times she did his eyes wandering behind him to the older guy breathing.

"Has he been like that the whole time?" Harry questioned with a laugh once the guy had left. Y/N looked up from her papers, a small laugh escaping her lips.

"I couldn't concentrate before you got here" Now you're sitting beside me I don't think I can either, she thought.

"What is it you're studying?" He asked curiously.

"Nursing, you?" She replied, also noticing the time was 5PM, 5 minutes until she had to meet Amy.

“Oh! You might know my best mate Niall, he's taking those classes!” He said with a huge smile on his face. “Business, someones gotta take over my dads company” He laughed.

She giggled noticing the small pout on his face. He was hot, cute and smart. 10/10 in her books.

“Well Harry I know where i’ll be coming when i’m poor” she joked. Growing up her uncle was a business man - now retired handing the business to her older cousin Oliver, he owned a bunch of hotels across the UK, now opening a few in the United States and Canada. Her uncle being rich was an understatement. “And Niall Horan? The Irish one? Hes so loud” she laughed, thinking of all the times Niall had interrupted the class to tell one of his crazy stories that related nothing to the subject they where learning.

“I’d give you all my money in a heartbeat Y/N/N”

Y/N/N. Not many people called her that her grandmother and dad being the only two who called her that.

“I should get going. My friend should be here any minute” she said while putting her belongings into her back pack and quickly checking her phone to see if she had any missed messages. “See you around Mr CEO” she smiled. Before she could walk out into the streets of Oxford his voice called behind her.

“Wait Y/N!” He called in a rush, his laptop in hand and a beanie now on his head.

"My mate Liam is throwing a party tonight for his birthday you're welcome to come, bring your friend too!" He said, a small innocent smile on his face. Innocent, something Harry Styles was not and something Y/N never knew considering she had never heard his name before.

“Are you trying to get in my pants Styles?” she laughed. “But sure, should be fun!”. The girls hadn't properly hung out with anyone since starting university, sure she had studied with David a thousand times and Amy had spoke to a few people the times Y/N had left her alone at yoga, but they wouldn't class them as friends. Harry gave the younger girl his phone number telling her he’d text her the address and time as soon as he got home.

“You'll defo come?!” he pouted. He’d just met the girl and he was already obsessed.

“Definitely, pinky promise?” she laughed sticking out her pinky to which he hooked his own in. Y/N noticed Amy stood across the street, her yoga mat tucked under her arm.

“My friends waiting so I should go” she said pulling away from the curly haired boy. Harry walked her across the street saying his flat was just a few minutes walk from there.

“I better be seeing you later Y/N/N” he laughed as the pair approached a confused Amy.

“We pinky promised, you can never break that” she giggled while waving the him off.

Amy looked at her, a smirk across her face. “Y/N, who was that?” she taunted. “And Y/N/N, I thought that was reserved for grandma Rose and your dad?”

“His names Harry and we’re going to his friends party tonight, so forget food” Y/N smiled, knowing Amy would say yeah no matter what. That girl loved a good party.

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toomanyfeelings5 · 6 years ago

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the definitive ranking of pulp! the classics covers and summaries, from worst to best

(Note: Pride and Prejudice was not included in this list, as there were only poster and greeting card options for the work, and not an actual book or summary. Had a book and summary been provided, it would have ranked lowest for unoriginality. It’s literally just 1995 Colin Firth staring moodily at you. The caption is “Lock Up Your Daughters...Darcy’s in Town!” which is just unfortunate, frankly, and honestly laughable.)

16. Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

You take a novel that’s positively overflowing with drama and give it THIS cover? THIS summary? Absolutely uninspired.

Here’s looking at you Cathy...

Childhood sweethearts turned star-crossed lovers, fuelled by bitter jealousy and dark revenge. She’s pretty and posh, he’s a moody brooding bastard. Heartbreak, alcoholism and plenty of illegitimate kids – it’s a perfect Northern drama.

Where is the feeling? The screaming violins playing as we read? The moors? The time skips? A hint of the positively bonkers plot that only a Bronte could compose?

15. The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

Oh, the heterosexuality of it all. On an Oscar Wilde novel, no less.

Hey girl...I’d sell my soul for you!”

Dorian Gray might be as pretty as a picture, but he's paid a devilishly high price for it. He'll stay drop-dead gorgeous, but there's something nasty festering in the attic...

Pretty as a picture and still lusting after ladies? Please. Pulp! Classics, you can do better.

14. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Again, we must speak the ancient chant: Oh, the heterosexuality of it all.

When it came to loving...He knew which Daisy to pick!

Sorry old sport, but Gatsby has a bigger house than you, prettier friends than you and a Rolls Royce to cart them all round in. To a backdrop of popping champagne corks and orchestral jazz, our hero bids to buyout his old adversary, perennial jock, Tom Buchanan and reclaim Daisy, his favourite bit of High Society totty.

Nick Carraway gets not one mention, which is odd given that he’s the narrator, the protagonist, and Gatsby’s most ardent love interest. Also strange is the cover’s insistence that Jordan Baker, known lesbian, would swoon over Gatsby. Doubly strange is how tiny the women are in comparison to Gatsby’s massive frame. What is, again, bamboozling, is how the slogan on the cover seems to imply that Gatsby knows how to pick a woman. He doesn’t know how to choose anyone, let alone love them. All Gatsby truly knows is the desperate pursuit of a fruitless dream.

13. Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare

Romeo looks like he could be Juliet’s father. Juliet looks like an Upper East Side Widow, not at all like the tween girl she really is.

Too wild to live...too young to die!

Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou…. Oh wait, he’s hanging around in the garden again. Will young Romeo and his Juliet ever be able to express their raging hormones? Or will their feuding families make this romance blossom into a poisoned flower? Either way, both their houses are totally plagued!

“Wherefore” means “why,” not “where,” though I do have to award points to the summary for placing the blame squarely on the feud and not on these doomed young lovers. Though again, young isn’t the operative word I’d use to describe this version of Romeo and Juliet.

12. Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe

This is what one would expect upon seeing a pulp cover of a classic novel. Not much originality or flair is present, but at least some sense of the story is conveyed.

Solitude was driving him nuts!

Cannibals! Captives! Coconuts!

One man’s love of the sea leaves him stranded on a desert island with nothing but a few goats, a bible and a parrot for company.

Will he ever escape? Will his new pal Friday learn to efficiently press a goatskin jerkin? Or will solitude send him totally barmy?

WILL Friday learn to efficiently press a goatskin jerkin? One must read to find out, I suppose...

11. Tess of the D'urbervilles

Marilyn Monroe?????

She’s...no angel.

The original Wessex girl!

Tess is just a humble milkmaid when the local landowner has his wicked way. Her new beau, the smarmy Angel Clare, is none too pleased when he finds out she’s already been deflowered. What is a girl to do? Bloody revenge of course, and an ending to touch the hardest of hearts.

At least the summary blames the terrible men in Tess’s life rather than Tess herself, unlike the tagline on the cover. And while Marilyn Monroe seductively lounging about with a drink doesn’t recall the faintest essence of Hardy’s novel, one would like to imagine Tess relaxing in whatever clothes she pleased, a straw dangling out of her drink, a smile on her face as she answers to no one and spends her quiet evening in solitude.

10. Three Men in a Boat by Jerome K. Jerome

An innocuous cover; the men’s faces hint at the comedic nature of this novel, and yet...something nags the brain upon looking at this.

To say nothing of the dog...

Incompetence, embarrassment and general disaster - no it’s not PMQs, it’s a trip down the Thames! Three hapless fellows and a world weary dog decide they need a holiday from their exhausting hypochondria. Hilarious mayhem ensues.

To say nothing of the dog indeed: Why does the dog on the cover have a human face?

9. The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka

All one can say upon viewing this cover is: Jeff Goldblum, is that you?

Change really BUGGED him!

Poor old Gregor. One day he's depressed about his dreary travelling salesman gig, the next, he's roaching around the apartment and disgusting his family. All that's left is creeping the walls and eating garbage. How's his sis ever going to find a sugar daddy with her grotty bro in tow?

Gregor isn’t grotty, he’s our six-legged hero in this tragic tale.

And yet in the end, the question that haunts us all echoes in our minds in an unceasing echo: is that Jeff Goldblum?

8. Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

Alice as a hippie is eye-catching, but not particularly creative.

This cupcake was off her head!

What HAS happened to little Alice? Taking 'shrooms, hanging out with hookah smoking ne'er-do-wells and being dragged to court. That's gonna be one hell of a hangover!

As much as I’m intrigued by Alice wearing heart-shaped sunglasses and a peace sign necklace, the summary and the cover consist of one joke and one joke only.

7. The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

I just like how Dr. Jekyll in this cover looks equally as fucked up as Mr. Hyde.

No more Mr. Nice Guy... There’s a sinister man about London town with something of the night about him. Mr Hyde is mad, bad and has a penchant for bumping off MPs and other kindly innocents. Will his friend Dr Jekyll be able to stop him? Or is there something more to their relationship than meets the eye…? Only the intrepid Utterson can get to the bottom of this mystery, but what will he find in Dr Jekyll’s lab?

Points to this summary for including Mr. Utterson, and for insinuating that Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde may be clandestine lovers.

6. A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens

Ladies, gentlemen, and otherwise, don’t we love it when a greedy rich man gets bludgeoned by a mace into being more generous and kindly towards others?

This cat was a drag....’til a midnight wake-up call...

Christmas?! What a load of Humbug. Mistletoe and Wine just don't do it for Scrooge; he's a workaholic miser with an attitude problem. If he doesn't change his ways, he'll end up with no friends and Tiny Tim won't last the year. Let's hope some spooky night-time visitors can put the jingle back in his bells!

Ring-a-ling-a-ling, Mr. Scrooge. The mace is raised and the bells are ringing.

5. Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad

The tag-line made me, as the youths say, laugh out loud.

Whoops! Apocalypse....

The horror! The horror!

Kurtz might be the apple of every brutish imperialist’s eye, but his God complex is getting wildly out of hand in the depths of the jungle. What on earth will Marlow find when he finally gets downriver? Devil worship? Savages? Heads on sticks? Or just another nutty white man with his knickers in a twist?

Surprisingly anti-racist summary made this jump to the higher echelons of this esteemed list, though of course that doesn’t excuse this novel’s abhorrent and embarrassing fake-deep racism. It also must be noted that the tag-line should have been “Whoops! White supremacy!” and the text of the novel should have entirely consisted of Chinua Achebe’s essay on the work.

4. The Hounds of Baskerville by Arthur Conan Doyle

The cover alone is a winner. A rabid chihuahua out for blood? Inspired.

Murder...Mystery...Walkies!

A desolate moor, a diabolical dog in need of a muzzle and some inbred locals; Sherlock Holmes is really up against it. With the help of his trusty sidekick Dr. Watson, Holmes pieces together a mystery that has captured the imagination of readers across the decades. All whilst practising a serious coffee and cocaine habit.

The tag-line is fun and catchy, but sadly this summary must be admonished for insisting that Dr. Watson is merely a “trusty sidekick” to Sherlock Holmes. Heterosexuality strikes again, reducing the impact of the striking cover design.

3. Dubliners by James Joyce

Finally! Some style, some panache, some flair to accompany these short stories about being sad and horny in Ireland.

Stuck in the Liffey with you...

Booze, Sex and Hot Floury Potatoes… Those Dubliners are at it again!

Liars, thieves, whores and priests… James Joyce sure knew how to throw a party! This relentlessly downbeat collection explores the very worst aspects of human nature, and doesn’t leave out the juicy bits. It might not be in the best possible taste, but who doesn’t want to get down and dirty in Dublin?

The summary and cover work in tandem to wholeheartedly convince me that Dubliners is an action-packed, slick collection of stories detailing the wild escapades of a motley cast of ragamuffins, and I gotta hand it to the folks over at Pulp! Classics for injecting some bonafide vintage cool into Joyce’s work.

2. Othello by William Shakespeare

I have so many thoughts on this. Mr. T. as Othello is fascinating, as is the tagline, “Some kind of Bard...aaaaasss.” Is this a commentary on blaxploitation media? One can’t help but recall Mr. T.’s reasoning behind his mohawk, his gold chains, to honor his ancestors and assert his living, unshakable humanity in a racist society. Is this is a genuine effort on the part of Pulp! Classics to imply that a blaxploitation-influenced adaptation of Othello could reveal deeper truths to the play that we have had yet to glimpse?

Some kind of Bard... aaaasss

He’s a bardass brother with the love of a fine woman. That is until some cloven hoofed honky starts talking crazy about variously hued sheep tupping the hell outta each other! You gotta pity the fool who gets shafted by the green eyed monster. Let’s hope Othello can work out who to trust before it’s too late…

The fast-paced alliterative language of the summary harkens to Shakespeare’s own wit-fueled dialogue and penchant for creative language. The summary also calls Iago a devil, which is apt, and implicitly criticizes his racism, hinting at the play’s greater tragedies to come. The cover and summary also work in tandem to emphasize Othello’s jealousy and destruction: the “green-eyed monster” is mentioned, and the cover itself is a putrid green. An excellent example of what a vintage cover and summary can achieve.

1. Frankenstein by Mary Shelly

You all knew this was coming.

This kid was born on the wrong side of the lab...

Frankenstein’s monster is on the rampage; terrorising the locals, unleashing murderous hell… and reading novels in his spare time. Can his petrified creator stop this reign of horror before his girlfriend gets the chop?

A James Dean-inspired creature, thereby making them a queer icon? Masterful. The creature being “born on the wrong side of the lab?” A stroke of genius; that they’re called a kid puts the poignancy of the monster’s plight into even greater relief, while simultaneously emphasizing their tragic charm. The clear distinction between Frankenstein and the creature? Reader, I exhaled in a cathartic release of tension. The loving detail that the creature reads novels in their spare time, like any other leather-jacket wearing, motorcycle-riding ruffian with a heart of gold? Beautiful.

Truly, the obvious queer energy of this cover and summary highlights an overlooked dimension of Shelly’s great work while also paying homage to what draws us to this Modern Prometheus time after time. Do we care about the petrified creator in this summary? Not at all. He’s not on the cover, appearing both rebellious and gentle. We are here for the creature, in their leather jacket, on their motorcycle, novel sticking out of a back pocket on their jeans, ready to whisk us away to a place where even monsters like us can find solace, and be at peace, and commune with each other. We need only take their outstretched hand, and be willing to leave the mundane world for something better, for the chance to no longer be alone.

#books #art #classic works #i'm going to purchase a copy of that frankenstein cover and no one will stop me

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velocitytimes2 · 6 years ago

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Through Silence

Ship(s): Klance (VLD) and Adashi/Punk (if you squint really really hard)

Word Count: 5,856

Warnings: Cussing, underage drinking (even though there’s no drinking age in space), drinking in general

Lace is a helper. He just wants to help Keith so that Keith doesn’t ruin his shoulder and leave them all without a right hand. That’s the only reason he’s giving Keith a massage. The only reason. The alcohol just made it easier for both of them to get into this situation, is all.

OR: Hunk buys space vodka for Cremé Brûlée. That defo does not get used for dessert but instead for a Voltron drinking party that ends up with soft Klancey shenanigans and a paragraph of angsty Shiro.

“Where did you even get this stuff?” Pidge asked, lifting the bottle to study the brakish liquid inside while her other hand adjusted her glasses.

“Remember that planet with the guys with the, the,” Hunk made a gesture in the general area above his hair, “eyes up here? Yeah, there. I’m going to make some crème brûlée thanks to Kaltenecker! It’s to flambé the tops.” His eyes flashed with excitement while Pidge uncorked the bottle and swirled it under her nose. “That cow was seriously the best thing to ever happen to us, I mean she’s really upped my game-“

“Oh holy shit, Hunk, this stuff smells strong,” Pidge interrupted as she recoiled at the smell before lifting the bottle again, “I’ma drink it.”

“Pidge that’s not a good-“ Pidge took a long swig, “idea.” Pidge’s face was a little contorted but she swallowed the liquid with little regard for the taste.

Hunk groaned in defeat.

“What bad idea is Pidge acting upon now?” Lance came into the kitchen then, Keith on his heels still talking.

“Lance, this conversation isn’t over.”

“Hunk got us space vodka!” Pidge announced a little too loudly, lifting the bottle in triumph to the room.

“Lance, we will pick up this conversation later,” Keith shouldered past Lance and took the bottle from Pidge, ignoring her protests at his obvious stealing. Without deliberation he took two quick gulps, letting his face twist in disgust.

“Damn Hunk, this stuff is horrible.” He wiped the excess away from his mouth with the back of his hand and offered to towards Lance. Pidge whined, making grabby hands at the bottle.

“Give it backkkkk Keith!”

“No, no one listen to Hunk, no one listen to the fact that he bought the stuff for desert,” Everyone continued not to listen to him.

Lance took the bottle from Keith and because Keith did, he went straight in. That was a terrible idea on Lance’s part.

The liquid burned its way down his throat and he was doubled over coughing before he even knew the alcohol entered his system. A fist collided with his spine and the coughing let up. The force behind it was such that he thought Keith was now the one helping him up from his hunched position, but it was Pidge who was shoving his shoulder and stealing the bottle of foul-tasting horror away from him. She giggled after her second sip, this time happily giving the bottle back to Keith.

“I know no one actually cares, but I’m going on record as saying this is one of our worst ideas,” Hunk piped in from the other side of the counter, eyes trying to find agreement from his friends and failing.

“Come on big guy,” Lance said as his voice finally came back to him, “I’ve seen you drink before.”

“That was one beer while we were cadets, not, not space vodka!”

“For the record, this tastes nothing like vodka,” Keith finally took his second drink and winced slightly less this time, “it’s about a thousand times worse.”

“How would you know?” Lance asked, considering the bottle that Keith was now not handing back to him. Lance snatched it anyway and braced himself for the gasoline fire that was about to wreak havoc to his stomach.

“Delinquent, remember?” Keith shot his friends a small grin, “I didn’t just get kicked out of the Garrison for my over the top flying.”

“So, you admit your flying is over the top,” Lance bore his stare into Keith and could feel the electricity of a fight beginning to form between them.

The hiss of the door had everyone’s heads snapping to attention while Shiro strolled in with a hand tugging on white tuft at the front of his hair.

“Why are we remembering your delinquency, Keith?” Keith looked at Lance for help, all pretenses of an argument gone, and Lance looked at Hunk who decidedly would not meet Lance’s eyes. Traitor. Giggling erupted from the ground unto which Pidge had slid and she once again reached out for the bottle that Lance was still holding.

“Space vodka,” she got out between huffs of giggles, her glasses beginning their slow descent down her nose.

“Is Pidge….” Shiro leaned down over the girl, head tilting to the side. Shiro would make a cute puppy, Lance thought, “drunk?”

“She only had two sips,” Keith said, eyebrows doing that furrow thing and holy shit. Lance was tipsy. Because only tipsy Lace would admit to knowing what Keith’s eyebrows did.

Shiro took the bottle from Lance’s hand, which was unmoving at his side at this point, and studied it for a moment. Lance thought he was going to confiscate it, or scold them, or whatever Shiros did in this situation. But what Shiro did was almost worse. Almost.

“Fuck it,” their leader said, “bottoms up.” And apparently that’s where Keith learned to drink because Shiro fucking chugs from the bottle before letting it fall a little too forcefully to the kitchen’s table.

“Voltron wasted!” Pidge cheers from the floor, both her arms pumping in the air in victory.

“I hate you all,” was the last word Hunk said before grabbing the bottle and going in for his drink. Lance joins in the cheer of victory, and it’s almost like being a normal teenager again.

Except for the fact that space vodka,

“It’s not vodka!”

“Then enlighten us, Mr. Red Lion,” Lance is giggly at this point too, “what the hell isit?”

Is, like, the fastest acting alcohol ever to be consumed by human beings, and the feeling of warmth spreads through Lance’s body faster than he ever imagined it could. At some point they had made their way into the lounge and Pidge had draped herself across Hunk’s body (“I’m stealing his warmth,” she had whispered to the room conspiratorially), Lance was on the floor, legs propped up on the couch, and Keith was sitting next to Shiro, both of them looking normal if not more relaxed than normal. The walls that surrounded Keith had seemed to be undone piece by piece as the alcohol settled into his bones. His shoulders were now slumped down and his posture was loose, head lolled back on the couch with a lazy smile playing at his lips.

Space vodka Lance really liked being able to look at tipsy Keith’s lips.

“I wish there was space texting,” Hunk blurted while Lance was trying to tear his eyes away from studying how pale Keith’s throat was.

“When are we going to stop using space as an adjective?” Shiro asked, staring at the ground in contemplation.

“I mean in theory,” Pidge began, lifting her head from Hunk’s arm and blinking hard.

“No I want reality, not theory,” Hunk worried his bottom lip between his teeth, making little noises like he was trying to bite off the words before they came out of his mouth. Space vodka made filters go away, though, and he continued on, “I miss Shay so much.”

Shiro’s eyes when they turned themselves on Hunk were softer than Lance had ever seen them, softer and full of a sadness that had been unleashed. “Being away from someone you love is the hardest thing in the universe,” and the words were directed toward Hunk’s confession but didn’t seem to really be for him.

“I-I don’t love Shay, I mean she’s pretty and kind, and her voice is my favorite sound but-“ Pidge, the little shit, cut him off. Because apparently that’s all she’s good at when drunk.

“Hunky’s in loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.”

“Love doesn’t have that many syllables,” Keith corrected without lifting his head or opening his eyes. It was the first time he had spoken since they left the kitchen.

“Mullets went out of style decades ago,” she countered and if Lance had any strength to pull his body off the ground he’d bump his fist against hers. Bump fist? Fist five?

“Fist bump,” he muttered, finally finding the right combinations of synonyms. Keith’s leg vibrated against his in silent laughter and since when was Lance’s leg pressed up against Keith’s? How had that not been something Lance noticed until now?

“What was that, Lancey?” Keith said, the laughter transferring into his voice.

“Couldn’t remember the words for,” and Lance reached up and took Keith’s wrist in one hand while loosely knocking the knuckles of his other into the boy’s, “that thing.”

“How long did it take you to figure that out?”

“Dunno,” Lance said and he dropped Keith’s wrist. Keith grabbed at Lance’s falling fingers when they broke away and wrapped his hand around Lance’s. Lance hummed because yeah. Physical contact was nice.

Lance had always been a cuddly drunk, at least the few times his siblings had shared with him he had been. Veronica had always let him sleep it off in her bed so they could zap warmth from one another in the languid silence that only siblings could achieve. Since Ronnie wasn’t here to cling to, holding Keith’s hand was an okay alternative, he decided. He didn’t know how long they sat like that, in the not-silence that a space craft had with air generators and machinery always at work, but it was nice. Shiro was the only one still drinking, the bottle cradled in his human arm. Occasionally he would run his thumb over his fingers, like he was looking for something that used to be there.

Lance’s head hurt. He closed his eyes and found a small sliver of silence in his brain to burrow into. He was aware of his friends talking here and there, their voices floating around the room and sometimes his subconscious would even hum back at their words in agreement or in encouragement, but he stayed hidden inside his head. It was nice there, because he could tune back in and focus on the warmth of Keith’s leg against his and not much else mattered. And that kind of quiet had been left back on earth until now. So, it was nice. This was nice.

“Hunk are you crying?” Keith’s voice broke into Lance’s silence, Keith’s dark head finally pulling itself up off the back of the seat to look more directly at the pile that was supposed to resemble Hunk and Pidge on the far end of the couches.

“Pidge fell asleep and she’s so cute,” Hunk whimpered, staring down at Pidge who was indeed fast asleep across Hunk’s lap, “How is she that little?” he whispered, looking up at his friends.

“So Hunk’s a crier,” Keith stated, knocking his knee against Lance’s and grinning down at the other boy.

“Hunk’s a crier,” Lance confirmed and squeezed the fingers that he for a second forgot he was holding.

“Pidge’d kill you if,” Shiro had to take a deep breath and squeezed his eyes shut before continuing, “she heard you saying any of that.”

“I know,” Hunk confirmed, tearfully nodding down at the youngest charge.

“Room spinning yet, Shiro?” Keith asked, eyes rolling away from Lance and up their team leader.

“Like a goddamn turntable,” Shiro confirmed, chuckling under his breath, “I haven’t been this drunk since-“ and just like that Shiro’s entire body seemed to shut down. Keith immediately snapped to attention, his body going rigid and his hand jerking away from Lance’s.

“Shiro-“ Keith’s voice was pain incarnate, and he reached out as Shiro went to stand up and stumbled forward. The bottle was down to the dredges, thank quiznak, so space vodka didn’t go flying when it rolled to the side and clanged as it hit the metal ground. Whatever memory that he had resurfaced, it changed the relaxed feeling of the room, and it was obvious Shiro was not the type of drunk that spilled whatever secrets he had locked up from his past.

“I’m going to bed,” Shiro said dismissively when Keith tried to engage him again, and his stumble up the step would have been comical if it didn’t feel as if someone had just opened the air lock and sucked the atmosphere out of the room. Sensing an uncomfortable situation, Hunk scooped a passed-out Pidge up against his chest and stood the second Shiro was out of the room.

“Yeah I, I’m going to make sure she gets like, tucked in and, yeah.”

“What just happened?” Lance asked to the too big feeling now settling over the room now that it was just him and Keith. “Did I miss something?”

Keith had leaned back against the couch’s cushions again, hands raking down his face and yanking at strands of his hair in irritation.

“Shiro has,” Keith sighed, shoulders sagging forward, “a lot he hasn’t told you guys.”

“Whadaya mean?” Lance felt himself sobering up as his legs slid off the seat so he could somehow contort his body upright. The room didn’t spin as much as he thought it should have.

“It’s definitely not my place to say anything.”

“That’s not an answer, Keith.” Lance threw malice behind the other boy’s name just to get his attention, to get his eyes to meet Lance’s. To prod just enough for Keith to crack and tell him something because the confusion felt wrong in this space, the secrets felt wrong. Lance thought they had shoved past that deca-phoebs or years or whatever ago.

“Before all of this,” Keith spun his hand in the air, encompassing the castle around them, (and making Lance miss the feel of those fingers against his palm maybe a little), “happened, Shiro had a life. And a serious relationship. When he left with Matt and Commander Holt, Adam was not… exactly,” Keith struggled for the word, “happy, I guess.”

“Oh.” Lance was suddenly forced to realize how little about the pre-this Shiro he actually knew. Pre-space Shiro. Shiro on earth seemed to be this concept that didn’t really exist in Lance’s brain. He knew Shiro had been at the Garrison when he was starting out, but their paths had never crossed. It was easy for him to forget that just like his mom and sisters and brothers and cousins, Shiro had family that wasn’t Lance and their friends.

“He’s going to murder me for telling you about Adam.”

“He can’t, we couldn’t form Voltron, then.”

“Ha ha,” Keith deadpanned, but when Lance caught his purple eyes, there was a hint of true amusement there.

“I won’t tell,” Lance said, voice a little softer than before, “I’d like to keep you from being murdered.”

“Told you we were a good team,” Keith’s smile came out now, and Lance smiled back before resuming his position laying on the ground.

It was later, possibly hours, more likely just minutes, when Lance gathered enough courage to speak again.

“Did you have anyone… like that back on earth?”

“You think anyone actually liked me enough back then to want to consider spending one on one time with me?” Lance could feel Keith’s stare on the side of his face but he refused to meet the look head on. A minute ticked by (ha, he’d have to tell Pidge how funny that sounded), “Did you?”

Lance shook his head no, and when he didn’t feel like that was enough, “I broke up with the girl I was seeing before I left for the Garrison.”

“Oh,” Keith said. Then repeated, “oh,” before letting the silence fall upon them again.

Lance was drifting in the space between sleep and awake when Keith shifted suddenly and a cracking sound filled the empty space they had stopped filling with their voices.

“Jesus fuck what was that?” Lance said, coming to from his daze on the floor.

“My shoulder,” Keith said with his arms stretched far above his head. Somewhere along the way his jacket had been thrown a few feet across on the circular couch and his shirt was stretching against his chest. His eyes were screwed shut while he twisted his arms and chest around, rocking his head side to side. “I think I fucked it up a while ago,” he rotated his right arm and the crack popped again, a little less forcefully this time.

“Stop that,” panic bubbled in Lance’s chest, “you could do more damage than good.” The alcohol was still weighing down his limbs and it took a second longer than normal for him to right himself from the floor but he eventually got to a position where he could rock up on his knees and firmly clasp his hand on Keith’s bad shoulder, once again in mid rotation.

“I’ll be fine Lance,” Keith tried to shrug Lance’s hand off but failed when Lance put his full force into keeping Keith’s arm still.

“You won’t be if you tear your rotator cuff in half.” Lance shuffled forward on his knees and unceremoniously crawled his way up the couch with one hand still pressing down on Keith’s shoulder. “Do you know how easy it is to do that if it’s already got damage?”

“Lance, I’ll be fine.” The boy reiterated.

Keith achieved pulling away this time, and he leaned back from Lance’s advancements into his personal space, “It’s just achy and needs to pop sometimes is all.”

“Lemme see,” Lance responded and climbed onto the back of the couch, scooching over until he was almost behind Keith.

“What? No, I-“

“I went to a physiotherapist three times a week because I almost did irreparable damage to my shoulder when I was a swimmer before the Garrison,” Lance said in vexation, “lemme see if I can massage the kink out.”

“Please never speak that sentence again,” Keith leaned forward in defeat because apparently the alcohol took away his fight response and Lance slid in behind the other boy. “You were a swimmer?”

“Yeah,” Lance answered, placing a hand in the center of Keith’s back and letting it rest there for a moment, “all district champion and everything.” With Keith so close, Lance could just barely let his voice trickle out, it didn’t have to fill the room up when Keith was sharing the same small section of space. It was nice.

Lance let his hand travel up Keith’s spine and splayed his fingers out on the top of the shoulder that was the problem. He brushed the hair off the back of Keith’s neck without realizing what he was doing until his brain registered how soft the hair was a tick later.

Not the point.

Lance went back into the files in his brain to what the therapists used to do to check his shoulders, work out the knots and bumps so he felt like he could move his body again.

His thumb began to work without proper instruction, digging into Keith’s trapezius.

Keith did not like that.

“Fucking ow!” Keith’s body jerked away from Lance and he shot daggers over his shoulder.

“It’s that bad?” Lance’s heart decided to get involved in the equation then, jumping in his chest because if that pressure hurt, Keith had to be in a lot of pain, like, all the time.

“Yes, that bad.”

“Here,” Lance gingerly placed his hand back on Keith’s body, “I’ll start easier.”

“’Kay,” Keith answered through gritted teeth, facing forward again.

“Relax,” Lance instructed in a word hardly above a whisper. He put pressure on Keith’s shoulders with both hands and the boy under him melted down, “good.” It was a good thing the drunken escapades of before had leveled Keith’s normal aversion to relaxation to almost nothing. There could be hope that this problem could be remedied.

Lance was cautious the second time, running his palm over the top of Keith’s shoulder and feeling that the muscles there were chorded not by strength, but by soreness and repeated abuse from fights. “This is your sword arm, yeah?” Lance asked and Keith nodded, leaning in to the slight pressure Lance was beginning to apply.

It was barely a touch at first, just his fingers soothing circles that barely moved the fabric of Keith’s black shirt. When Keith finally let out a breath and he stopped fighting to keep his shoulders up, Lance increased the pressure. The other boy whimpered, but didn’t jerk away. Lance took that as a good sign.

Lance knew he was always sore after battles, usually bruised and battered but not horrifically so. Keith was different. It was as if every battle they had fought had collected into this one grouping of muscles at the top of his back, yanking them tighter and tighter and tighter until they now felt like they were going to snap at the mere idea of stretching out. Keith had fought like this? When a touch that had any intensity behind it shot pain through his nerves? Lance’s heart knocked around in his chest, as if it was trying to absorb the tight lines away from Keith’s body.

It took a bit, a long bit actually, but the top of Keith’s shoulder began to unwind, just enough that Lance wanted to give it a break and he moved his hand to run down the inside of the shoulder blade. Keith sharply inhaled when Lance’s fingers were halfway down, and the pop sounded again.

“Fuck,” Keith groaned.

“Sorry,” Lance replied, halting his movements.

“’s okay,” Keith said, and then when Lance still hadn’t moved, “keep going.”

So Lance did.

They both had shifted somewhere along the line so Keith was sitting in between Lance’s legs, actually leaning against Lance’s left knee so Lance could get a better angle down the curve of Keith’s back. Keith, or more notably the alcohol still thrumming around in Keith’s blood, had let his head rest against Lance’s leg. Lance could feel the movements and changes in Keith’s expression when the pain got too much, when he hit a particularly sore spot. Instead of listening to the sounds Keith made, now Lance just knew by the shifting of Keith’s head against his knee when to let up and move to a different part of his back.

He was rubbing circles in the center of the shoulder blade, just letting the actual ligaments and muscles that were the real issue have a break before trying to urge them to loosen up a little more, when Keith shifted against him.

“Stupid shirt,” the boy muttered, wriggling a little in an attempt to get away from Lance’s hands. Lance pulled back.

“Whasssup?” His tongue got stuck on the ‘s’ sound for a moment before he was able to finish the word. Not as sober as he thought he was.

“This stupid cotton is rubbing my skin raw,” Keith muttered, rolling his shoulder under the palm Lance had left there.

“Then take it off,” and okay Lance? Where did those words come from?

In a turn of events that Lance had not seen coming when the night started with him and Keith arguing over the fairness of simulator scores and fallen into the hands of space vodka, Keith complied and with a movement that was much to fluid and graceful for someone under the influence of liquor his shirt was tossed to the side with the red jacket and Lance was met with planes of pale and scarred skin.

It was all of the sudden way too much and his brain rebooted. Actually stopped working and shut down so suddenly that Lance had to regain cognitive thought before he touched Keith again because his hands could have seceded from the union of his body and he wouldn’t know until Keith was slapping them away.

So he needed out of that room. Lance needed to take a second because his lungs had left the building when Keith’s fingers had touched the hem of his shirt, and this is not what was supposed to happen. Lance was helping Keith with an injury Lance had dealt with for years. Lance was not suddenly feeling flush and like his internal organs were boiling because Keith had taken his shirt off like it was an order.

“Wait here,” Lance somehow managed to squeeze out the words, “lemme grab something.”

it wasn’t until Lance was in his room, eyes traveling over his toiletries shelf but not really seeing that he let himself mutter under his breath, “Holy Jesus fuck.”

Focus. He needed to focus, because this was not about the feelings that had been bubbling in his stomach for weeks or months, this was not about smiles and laughter and inside jokes. This was not about the space vodka and how it had ripped all inhibitions from Lance’s hands.

This was about Keith and his fucked-up shoulder and making sure he didn’t render it useless so they could go on and keep defeating Galra.

This was about the team.

Not about Keith and him. Him and Keith. Keith and Lance together, not neck in neck, but side by side.

Definitely not about that at all.

When Lance returned to the lounge he expected Keith to be long gone, because the moment had been broken by Lance dashing away, it had to have been. But no, when the door slid open the first thing Lance saw was the skin of Keith’s back contrasting against his dark hair and the curve of his spine as he leaned forward.

Lance’s breath did not catch in his throat again.

“Where’d you go?” Keith’s voice was still at that quiet volume they had been using, as if their voices would carry down the hall and wake everyone behind their sound proof doors.

“Got this,” Lance said, sliding down into his place behind Keith again and opening the jar he had retrieved. Immediately the smell of lavender filled the air and the boy below him huffed out an amused sound that was half laugh and half sigh.

“Of course you have lotion that smells like the French countryside.”

“Is that an insult?” Lance asked as he warmed some of the cream in his hands before slowly working it into the patch of Keith’s skin the shirt was rubbing against.

“It would be if this wasn’t helping so much.” Keith leaned forward over his knees more, resting his elbows on them and hanging his head.

“Is it?” Lance’s hands went on autopilot, knowing what had felt good to him and attempting to recreate it on Keith’s skin.

“It is.”

“Good.”

“Yeah.”

Lance kept up the massage, blinking rapidly whenever the remnants of the alcohol threatened to send him to sleep. Gradually, his hands moved away from just Keith’s right shoulder to work on the left, then the center of his back, then his neck, and eventually Lance’s hands were running up and down and over the length of Keith’s spine without him really thinking about it. Occasionally, Keith would hum in appreciation, tilting his head or body to allow Lance better access. Lance had hypnotized himself, fully immersed in watching his hands find new and different patterns across Keith’s back when he finally spoke again.

“Lance?”

“Mmhmm?” Lance didn’t think his tongue could form words right now. He was relaxed and Keith was warm under him.

“Thank you, you don’t have to keep going if you don’t want…” Keith’s voice trailed into a yawn and it took Lance a beat to remember he needed to respond. The ritualistic nature of this had taken over his entire being, and that was his only excuse because the movements and time had worked to sober him up pretty well when he just leaned forward and pressed his nose into the back of Keith’s neck and nodded.

“Okay,” he reiterated, if a movement can even be reiterated. Everything he knew about Keith told him the other boy would eventually shy away, eventually break the spell that this whole encounter had placed upon them.

Maybe it was enchanted space vodka.

But Keith didn’t. Not even when Lance wrapped his dead weights of arms around Keith’s waist, not when Lance leaned in further and laid his head down and pressed his face into the space between Keith’s shoulder and his neck, and still not when Lance’s mouth betrayed every line Lance had drawn for it and pressed a kiss below Keith’s ear.

No, Keith didn’t shy away then. He did Lance one better.

“Hey,” Keith tapped a finger against the knee that was still caging him into the couch. Lance lifted his head and opened his eyes and Keith’s face was incredibly close. Lance could only focus on one feature at a time: eyes, nose, eyelashes, lips. Lance’s eyes loitered there, taking the line of Keith’s mouth and how it was quirked into that half smile Lance had learned was Keith’s show of fondness usually reserved for Hunk’s meals or Pidge’s tangents but was now the only thing Lance could keep a steady focus on in the room. “Hey,” Keith repeated with another tap to Lance’s knee and that snapped Lance to attention, eyes working their way up to meet with Keith’s and there was a soft sort of adoration nestled there. “Hey Lance?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m going to kiss you now,” the statement took Lance aback for a second. No asking for permission, no chance to refuse (not that Lance would ever), but a strong, steady, bold statement that was backed up in action when Keith closed the space between their heads and let his lips press into Lance’s.

The smoldering that had been kindled in the pit of Lance’s stomach for weeks and weeks burst into flame under Keith’s touch, melting into the other boy and surging forward to make sure Keith knew he wanted this too.

It was an awkward angle, Lance bending forward and twisted around and Keith having to hyperextend his shoulder to just get an arm around Lance’s back to hold him in place. As if Lance was going to break away first.

Lance was tired and was trying to figure out how to nonverbally ask Keith to turn around and kneel on the couch for better access when Keith beat him to the punch and took a handful of Lance’s shirt in his hand and tugged. The angle was just right and Lance slid down at the request. Keith’s hand drifted down to Lance’s thigh and pulled again, and before Lance’s brain kicked in and figured out what was happening, he was in Keith’s lap, knees on either side of Keith’s hips and yeah. This was way better.

Keith kissed like he flew: precise and quick and an unrelenting force that cannot be ignored. With Lance where he wanted him, Keith bunched his fingers in the worn fabric of Lance’s shirt, holding him there while his other hand tangled in and petted the hair on the back of Lance’s neck.

They fit together like this, Keith sitting back and Lance following him, running his fingers up Keith’s chest until he was cupping the other boy’s face. Lance had thought about kissing Keith a lot, how he would woo the boy and charm him and maybe get to push Keith against a wall (he filed that idea away because there was no way this was going to stay a one-time occurrence), but never in any universe did Lance believe Keith would be the one to instigate this, Keith would be the one to control the kiss.

Keith never let Lance into the driver’s seat, never allowed Lance to push or pull of his own accord, it was all at the pace Keith set. Keith was the one to lick into Lance’s mouth, Keith was the one to shift so that Lance could work his way closer into Keith’s lap, Keith was the one who broke away first, with Lance’s lips chasing his until he realized that all Keith wanted to do was peck and nip his way down Lance’s neck. When he got to the collar of Lance’s shirt Keith whined – actually whined – and his fingers began to worry at the hem.

“Hey, hey,” Lance whispered, working to untangle his fingers from Keith’s hair and stopping the boy under him from getting his shirt off, “maybe not in the lounge? Where our entire team spends all our free time?”

“Okay,” Keith said, crooking his smile up at Lance and that did things to the fire burning away in Lance’s belly.

“Okay,” Lance repeated back to him, diving down for one more kiss before they got up that lasted a little longer than planned because his brain just kept repeating one more, and another, and another one more. His body didn’t want to get up because his brain told him this was the only perfect storm in which this situation was going to ever happen to him.

“Wanna come bed with me?” Keith asked and honestly, the space vodka had to have some mystical power. Because this was every fantasy Lance had ever imagined packaged perfectly for his consumption. “I mean,” Keith caught what he said a second later and a look of panic darted across his face, “not in that-I don’t know if you want yet I-“

“Stop rambling and take me to bed,” Lance spoke against Keith’s lips, gently reaching up to tug on the split ends of Keith’s hair before swinging off the other boy’s lap, “I’ll even race you,” and before Keith could say no or think too much, Lance was pushing over the back of the couch and bounding out of the room, taking the left turn instead of the right and hoping Keith was right behind him.

It was late when they woke up, even though Lance wasn’t sure how he knew that, it wasn’t like there was a sun to rise to tell him he was waking up way past noon. But whatever internal clock that kept track of his sleep schedule told him he was opening his eyes way later than normal. By the stillness in the air of the ship outside the door, Lance was pretty sure he and Keith weren’t the only ones sleeping in this morning.

Said Keith was just rousing while Lance’s brain processed all of the anomalies that had happened the night before. He still smelled like lavender, and the skin of his back where Lance’s hand was now resting was smooth and soft. Keith’s nose was cold when it tried burrowing itself against Lance’s now-bare chest and his cotton-like hair was itchy against Lance’s collarbone. Lance could not in a million universes care less.

“Morning,” Keith muttered against Lance’s skin, right above a massive hickey on his ribcage that stood out stark even on Lance’s dark complexation.

“Hey,” Lance responded, pulling Keith closer and nuzzling into the top of his head.

“How much you want to bet Pidge yells at someone due to her hangover today?” Keith asked, his fingers idly stroking up and down Lance’s arm.

“If you don’t think Pidge is already complaining to someone in her sleep, you don’t know her well enough,” Lance retorted and Keith giggled.

“As long as she doesn’t bother us,” Keith said, finally lifting his face to meet Lance’s.

“Yeah,” Lance threaded his hand into Keith’s bedhead, pulling the other boy down until his lips could brush against the other’s, “we have more important things to do.

#klance #Keith kogane #lance mcclain #pidge holt #vld #voltron #takashi shirogane

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eatingfireflies · 6 years ago

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11 Questions WIP tag meme:

Tagged by @chessanator! Thanks for tagging!! :D

Tagging @greaseonmymouth, @hardcoreprince, @amberlyinviolet (i missed you!! ;;;), @billyweird, @zossie. But you guys don’t have to ofc!

1. How long have you been writing?

Me and my cousins used to make little illustrated booklets when we were kids. I was around 6-7 years old (probably) because I remember making Sailor Moon comics as well and I was that age when Sailor Moon showed in my country. When I was a kid what I really wanted to do was do comics, but things happened. :”D

2. What are the major themes of your current wip(s)?

I’m trying to think back and most of my WIPs seem to be about life getting pear-shaped and the characters having to deal with that. Two of them will need the ‘Major Character Death’ warning at AO3 if I ever post them.

3. What do you want people to take away from your story once they’ve read it?

Depends on what fic they read. :”D But if a person got something from my fics that I did not intend, then all the power to them. So long as it’s not ‘that writer sucks’ lol!

4. Would you be excited if people write fanfiction about your wip(s)?

I’m torn because I love sharing headcanons and trends, and I’d be SUPER flattered if anyone wrote fic based on any of mine but there’s also the worry re: accusations of plagiarising and stealing someone else’s ideas. So personally, I’d be excited. But in a more general level it’s a bit of a thornier issue.

And I know this is an issue with trad pub/canon vs fanfic on a bigger scale (like how some traditionally published writers won’t read fics based on their own work no matter how supportive they are of transformative work because of the whole plagiarism issue (accidental or otherwise)) but yeah.

5. What’s your go-to writing beverage?

Water lol. I don’t need to drink anything to get going, but I do need cigarettes to function properly. Pls don’t start smoking.

6. Who is your favorite oc? Tell me about them!

I’m going to talk about an OC from Travelling in company--a Junpei + Phi detective bros fic. So there will be spoilers.

But yeah I really like Hirata Ichirou. He’s the Mr Body in this fic: the character who was written to die so we can investigate what happened. At first I didn’t really know exactly what happened to him (lmao I knew it was cult-related but also personal but I didn’t decide until I was halfway done with the fic) and he was simply a nameless chinpira, but as the fic went on I realised I knew exactly what Hirata died of and why. I grew really fond of the guy.

He likes to eat parfaits with his childhood friend, I mean. Come on.

In actual WIPs uuuh. I don’t generally write OCs? Sorry folks. :”D

7. Do you feel that mistakes are important learning tools in the writing journey?

Not if I don’t catch the mistakes and correct them. One of the most important learning tools imo is reading books. Not fics by other people (which btw are really good and writers like franticbabbles taught me a lot about writing) but traditionally published novels. See how its done by someone who (hopefully) has a professional editor to ‘curb their spur’, decide what works for you and what doesn’t. I find that aside from having a beta, it helps you catch mistakes and decide whether you want to correct them or not.

As Neil Gaiman said--and I paraphrase--your style are the things that you get ‘wrong’. But it defo helps to know the rules before you break them.

8. Rank your ocs by their capability in a footchase (either running after or from smth, your choice)

Here’s a bunch from Travelling in company because that fic has yakuza in it.

1, Honda Mitsuo/Wakaisha #1: very competent man. Can probably kill you with a paperclip

2, Mishima: not incredibly physically active but he has the brains and the resources to make it so he doesn’t have to run very far if he has absolutely no choice in the matter

3, Hirata Ichirou: okay dude. A chinpira and has probably run away from the police/other yakuza members before. Knows shortcuts and dead ends.

4, Satou Keiichi: more buff than fast on his feet. You can trust him to protect you, but not so much when it comes to running after escaping attackers.

Bonus from Kentucky for Christmas:

5, Hugh Grant (not the actor but a detective who insisted he looked like the actor): not very useful. Fell down a building while on the run from gangsters. 1/10 won’t recommend.

9. Does your wip have romance? tell me about it!! if not tell me about a friendship/important relationship in your wip!!

Oh all the romance. I only write romance fics, didn’t you know? :”D All those mysteries and crimes are just frills for the romance and bonding.

Right now I’m in the middle of writing a scene where Aoi and Junpei bond over Gunplas.

10. Do you believe in the advice kill your darlings?

Yes. I have a ‘rags box’ which is a gdocs file where I throw all the lines of dialogue and narrative I had to cut from fics. Hoping that someday, somewhere, I can recycle them in some form. Don’t let them go entirely, they might still be useful for another piece if not the one you’re working on.

Another thing I learned from this guy who taught Creative Writing in my first language was be mindful of your POV. In an exercise, he made us write about the emotions of an old woman going to a shopping mall right after the death of her husband. I was raring to go. I wrote about this old woman grabbing her daughter’s elbow tightly because she felt she was going to float all the way to the domed ceiling of the mall--that’s how light she felt.

Teacher: Is that the old woman talking, or you?

Me: How do you mean?

Teacher: That literary~ language, is that her or you?

Me: It was me.

Teacher: Great, rewrite that.

Yeah, sometimes we have to kill our darlings, our floating into the ceiling moment, to present the experiences of a certain character fully. And that’s fine.

(It’s also fine if you don’t want to. It’s just something that works for me.)

11. Do you prefer plotting or worldbuilding? Why?

Worldbuilding. I’m so bad at coming up with events is why :”D I literally need prompts. But once I have a firm grasp on the world the characters are inhabiting I get more ideas on what they could do and what could happen around them.

#d talks #meme thing #chessanator #writing

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dreamfeelx · 7 years ago

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Howdy gang!

We hope ya’ll had an adequately spooky Halloween, and didn’t have to deal with any unexpected ghouls! We’ve been working away on some GAMES, and it’s GOING WELL.

////////Here’s what’s coming up in THE FUTURE:

If you’re one of our Dublin pals, we’ll be showing If Found Please Return at GXI on Saturday the 25th of November at the RDS. Llaura is going to be part of the IMIRT Indie Game Development panel that day at 3pm, so defo shoot along for that!

And if you’re around Dublin in early December you absolutely haveeeee to go to the Christmas Qweer Fayre organised by our very own Liadh alongside the Glitter HOLE family. It’s on December 3rd in Jigsaw from 1pm til 6pm! Go support cool queer events in Dublin! <3

///////SO! Here’s what’s been going on IN THE PAST:

In mid October lil aido (who is definitely not writing this in the third person) went over to Australia for Melbourne International Games Week… Okay, the jig is up, I’m switching to first person: I was super lucky to check out GCAP 2017, which included a wonderful keynote from Steve Gaynor and Karla Zimonja about their collaborative work together, and also a super neat talk about accessibility and representation from John Kane and Alayna Cole (from the amazing and important games organisation Queerly Represent Me).

I got to check out the wonderful Freeplay showcase Parallels. My highlights were the wonderful performance from Shang Lun Lee’s PlayReactive Studios, and an incomparably goosey presentation from House House of their “Untitled Goose Game”. I was also soooo impressed with Joanna Tran’s presentation of her games! Be sure to check out and play them here: https://joot.itch.io/

The following evening we were showcasing If Found, Please Return at the Double Adapter Party, alongside Robin Baumgarten’s L.E.Delicious ‘Line Wobbler’, Ian MacLarty’s jarring and unique ‘Catacombs of Solaris’, and loads more cool games!

/// Cool sPoOkY GaMe DoWnLoAdS // Here are some spooky games we enjoyed during late candy-fueled winter nights.

Hugo’s House of Horrors The post-halloween malaise of an un-costumed existence can be tough, so you should delve into the bizarre shareware world of Hugo’s House of Horrors (protip: "pick up pumpkin")

The Journey to the Party by Grace Bruxner I LOVE Grace Bruxner’s games. They’re so giddy and playful and she clearly has a lot of fun making them.

The Secret of the Secret Room by Night Driver If you want to make games, check out Bitsy! This Bitsy game really captures old school MR James style horrors and does neat things with scene transitions.

Lets Play The Shining by Pippin Barr Pippin Barr turns his pixelating attention towards vignette games via Kubrick’s classic. The music is my absolute fav.

Drill Killer by Thecatamites The classic.

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We’re working on some fun plans for early next year so keep your eyes and noses peeled!

Peaceeeee, aido & Llaura

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popularchips-blog · 7 years ago

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#WkndMmts: A Christmas Story Live, SPOTY, SG Carnival, Asia's Got Talent

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#WkndMmts: A Christmas Story Live, SPOTY, SG Carnival, Asia's Got Talent

A Christmas Story Live

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“A Christmas Story Live!” — is inspired by the holiday classic feature “A Christmas Story” and the Tony Award-nominated Broadway production “A Christmas Story: The Musical.” Not to be confused with the 1983 film that annually airs in 24-hour marathons, this is a live version of the Broadway musical adaptation of the yuletide classic about Ralphie Parker and his dysfunctional clan.

The live Musical will feature several new songs and is aired today Sunday, December 17 from 7 to 10 pm ET on FOX! For the opening number, American singer BebeRexha is performing the original “Count on Christmas” by PasekAndPaul.

We're so excited to see @BebeRexha perform the opening number “Count on Christmas," written by @pasekandpaul, this Sunday on #AChristmasStoryLive! 🎄🎶"

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“A Christmas Story Live!” is inspired by the holiday classic feature A Christmas Story and the Tony-nominated A Christmas Story: The Musical. It will be the first time a holiday classic has been adapted into a live format.

The cast includes Ana Gasteyer as Mrs. Schwartz, Andy Walken as Ralphie, Emmy nominee Maya Rudolph as Ralphie’s mom, Tony winner Jane Krakowski as Miss Shields, Chris Diamantopoulos as Ralphie’s dad and two-time Tony winner Matthew Broderick as the narrator.

20 minutes to LIVE east coast!!! Get yer snacks and park it! #achristmasstorylive

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I have been so incredibly lucky to get to work with this legend! Thank you Matthew! The day is here! (I love our matching glasses) #achristmasstorylive #ralphie #matthewbroderick #joy #narrator #gratitude #bowtiesarecool #glasses #matching #redryder #youllshootyoureyeout @foxtv @christmasonfox #actorslife

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Other casts include three-time Tony nominee David Alan Grier, film star Ken Jeong, and the boyband PRETTYMUCH. Grier will play as Santa Claus, Jeong will take on two roles — a Christmas tree salesman and a restaurant owner, and PRETTYMUCH will perform as the Hohman Indiana carolers.

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Catch us on #AChristmasStory tonight on @fox at 7/6c

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The the official hashtag #AChristmasLiveStory is trending today with the musical so hop over to find out what people are talking about the show on Twitter!

SPOTY: BBC Sports Personality of the Year 2017

The annual award show is one of the highlights of the sporting calendar with all of sport’s great and good gathering for a celebration of all their achievements in the year.

Unbelievable night thank you everyone for voting for me tonight amazing wow….!!! #sporty #london #onemomile

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This year, four-time Olympic champion Mo Farah has beaten favorites Anthony Joshua and Lewis Hamilton to clinch the annual prize of BBC Sports Personality of the Year. At aged 34, Mo Farah is Britain’s most successful-ever distance runner. The long-distance runner wound up his track career this year at the London Stadium by winning the 10,000m gold at the World Championships and finishing second in the 5,000m.

Supporters took to Twitter to commemorate the annual award event and while most tweets for the trending hashtag (UK) #SPOTY was to congratulate the winners, there seem to be a couple of hiccups as well.

In 1991, an 8 year old Somalian Muslim immigrant came to Britain barely speaking a word of English. @Mo_Farah now has a knighthood and wins the 2017 #SPOTY Take back your narratives. Define your realities. pic.twitter.com/xLorb18HhK

— Mo Ansar (@MoAnsar) December 17, 2017

✅ #SPOTY

Congratulations to massive Arsenal fan, @Mo_Farah 👏 pic.twitter.com/vSkEmtv3h9

— Arsenal FC (@Arsenal) December 17, 2017

One of the hiccups was BBC’s technical glitch during the award show – Viewers witnessed a look of surprise spread across Mo Farah’s features before the screen went blue and in his moment of glory the victor was replaced with three words, written in simple white type: signal loss detected.

Others expressed their dissapointment and disbelief that British professional boxer Anthony Joshua and British racing driver Lewis Hamilton have both failed to make it to the top 3.

What's the worst thing that could happen when you're in charge of an awards show? #spoty https://t.co/ZfG0FyiRQ1

— Twitter Moments (@TwitterMoments) December 17, 2017

Among the list of winners for the night was Bradley Lowery who received the Helen Rollason Award – given for the outstanding achievement in the face of adversity. Bradley Lowery’s parents collected the award on behalf of their son and were unable to contain their emotions, as they tearfully gave their speech and the audience gave them a standing ovation.

Lowery suffered from neuroblastoma – a rare type of cancer – from the age of 18 months and captured the nation’s hearts during a number of appearances as a mascot. He struck up a close friendship with former Sunderland striker Jermain Defoe and the pair led out England at Wembley for a World Cup qualifier against Lithuania in March (Dailymail).

This year we lost a young boy who touched the lives of millions.

The sporting world will never forget him and the work done by his family to raise awareness of neuroblastoma has been invaluable.

Cancer has no colours. One Bradley Lowery. ❤️#SPOTY https://t.co/uAuN7saVw7 pic.twitter.com/du7Z8HSeGs

— BBC Sport (@BBCSport) December 17, 2017

AMAZING: The reception for @BradleysFight & his parents at @BBCSPOTY. 😢👏

Only one Bradley Lowery. 💛

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— SPORF (@Sporf) December 17, 2017

Here is the full list of SPOTY award winners:

Sports Personality of the Year – Sir Mo Farah (second, Jonathan Rea; third, Jonnie Peacock)

Young Sports Personality of the Year – Phil Foden

Lifetime Achievement – Dame Jessica Ennis-Hill

Helen Rollason Award – Bradley Lowery

Overseas Sports Personality of the Year – Roger Federer

Coach of the Year – Benke Blomkvist, Stephen Maguire and Christian Malcolm

Team of the Year – England women’s cricket team

Get Inspired Unsung Hero – Denise Larrad

(Singapore) Marina Bay Carnival

Be sure to check out the Prudential Marina Bay carnival for some good food and fun! 🎪🎡🎢🎠 Many thanks to @bennytgh. This pic is fantastic! • For the chance to share your snaps on here, use #wonderlustsingapore. • #cityofsingapore #igerssingapore #onlysingapore #passionpassport #roamtheplanet #singapore #singaporeblogger #singaporecity #singaporelife #singaporenow #singaporetodo #theglobewanderer #visitsingapore #wonderlust #wonderlustmagazine #wonderlustsingapore

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Singaporeans are in for a treat this festive season with the largest carnival right here in town! Located at Bayfront Event Space, overlooking one of the top skyline of Singapore, the Marina Bay Carnival is the largest yet in the country with over 40 rides and games.

Check out Thomas K’s vlog on all the various fun activities and games at the carnival!

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Carnival goers can expect thrilling rides like the roller coaster, viking and the Star Flyer. Millions of toys are also available to be won through a variety of booth games such as bowling, fishing and lobster ball. Of course, there are also various food options and performances – it’s endless fun from now until the 1st of April 2018!

The carnival met some delay and was only officially opened to public last Friday. It has only been the first weekend and our Instagram is already been filled with the carnival photos – all the soft toys!

Truth : Pugs are pretty dumb but they’re so FREAKKINNN CUTE

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The amount of colours #marinabaycarnival 😍😍

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through the noise 📸 Sony a6000 – – – #highsnobiety #moodygrams #fittysense #createexploretakeover #createexplore #artistfound #hypetones #inspirationcultmag #streetshared #way2ill #streetmagazine #streetdreamsmag #infinitytones #streetmobs #illgrammers #artofvisuals #fatalframes #agameoftones #hypebeast #featuremeofh #MKexplore #citykillerz #lifeofadventure #heatercentral #quietthechaos #kilogrammerz

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For those who are considering the rides, why not check out Stirr Singapore’s review on the most extreme rides at the carnival? Find out more information on some of the top rides and games that are worth trying out for your next weekend night!

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Asia’s Got Talent 2017

Not exactly a weekend moment but this is so spooky and incredible at the same time, we just had to make an exception and talk about it here! The result show of Asia’s Got Talent 2017 happened on Thursday 14 Dec and Indonesian magician by the name The Sacred Riana is crowned the winner of the competition.

The Sacred Riana is best known for her ghost-like appearance, dramatic twitchy movement, and spine-chilling performances. Despite her less mainstream style, she managed to beat all other participants from all around Asia and gather a strong fan support/ public votes to bring home the winner title.

If you have not been following the season, just take a look at her final performance (be prepared)… Watch how she manage to spook Kpop star/Judge Jay Park and the entire crowd!

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The video clip of her last performance was uploaded on the day of finals (14 Dec) and it has since gathered over 8.4 million views in 4 days. It is also the #2 Trending on Youtube with multiple reshares across various platforms such as Facebook and Twitter.

Netizens were all extremely impressed with Riana who stayed in her character of Sacred Riana all the way from audition to even after during result release, just look her reaction or lack of reaction in this case!

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To find out more about The Sacred Riana, you’d be pleased to know that she has her very own Instagram account (managed by her company) which gives you a view of her spooky life.

Thank You for all your Votes, lets hope The Sacred Riana will through to the Grand Final on @asiasgottalent ..! • ——————————————————- Terima kasih atas semua Vote nya, mari kita berharap The Sacred Riana akan bisa lolos ke Grand Final di @asiasgottalent ..! • • • • #thesacredriana #rinesis #magician #axnasia #beafraid #bespooked #AGTVote11 #axnasia

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Y NOT FESTIVAL!!!

Head of tape returns and gets promoted to head of signs too. Stay tuned for the full story.

So after 1 day at home I head back out to Y Not festival. Once arriving at Cromford train station I genuinely thought I was going to be mugged by fairies, if you have ever been to that dainty station you will thoroughly understand. After paying £25 for a taxi to sight I was there and first thing I will mention is how beautiful the surrounding area was. We were quite literally in the middle of nowhere, with the landscape being absolutely stunning.

Upon arrival I was starving but the beautifully wonderful Cal and Em saved me lunch from catering which I think really shows how beautiful those 2 are as the pudding that day was absolutely to die for, it was chocolate lasagne, that’s the best I can describe it to you. Once I’d filled my tummy the wonderful Flynn aka Finley helped me with the tent set up, this time we had a table in the middle of all our tents which was great as it really felt like a family camping weekend haha.

There were some new faces joining us for Y Not to which we all greeted with big smiles. Wednesday was kind of the slow day, making some of the riders up but mainly dividing and labelling the wines. And of course organising the fridges so obviously the trusty production line was back, and boy did the team work result in the dream work yet again.

Before I fully get into this post I think I should address the cat in the room, that is the headlines that have been circling this years Y Not festival. And honestly after this past weekend talking to someone who works in crowd management and hearing how even they, who were not even on sight thought that everything that could possibly be done had been, kind of reassured all the negativity that I heard despite knowing fully well that everyone on sight handled it to the best of the abilities at hand.

So this festival began on Thursday, only a limited amount of acts were performing that day, making it have a relaxed feel before the storm ahead. The weather was beautiful, spirits were high and it all ended on such a fab note with Feeder headlining, who might I add were bloody insanely fantastic. Also want to give a shout out to a band called The Skints who performed on Thursday. Just generally fab people on and off stage and honestly some of the most genuine performers I met all weekend. Would highly recommend checking them out if ska/reggae is your thing, or even if it isn’t they just infect the audience with a posi, bobbing vibe and the way they incorporate the sax, just fab.

What I loved about Wednesday and Thursday was the camp site and how relaxed everyone was, bonding over cards and some left over wine from riders at truck, just gonna add here the wombats have fantastic taste in wine, so thanks guys for not drinking it(:

Friday was upon us, aka the first day of the what would turn into a messy weekend. Did it actually stop raining on this day? I don’t think it did and it honestly got to the point where I was so soaked through to the bone I lost all motivation to actually attempt to stay out of the rain, because quite frankly that was impossible. I also fell down the ramp to the Quarry stage, causing myself to be covered in mud, before 12pm! I think that was a strong hint as to how the rest of the weekend would go ahah.

So I was placed on the Quarry stage where acts such as Idris Elba, Twin Atlantic, Frank Turner, new found love of Banfi and the fantastic Everly Pregnant Brothers were set to slay the stage. On Friday I was on my own, artist liaison wise on that stage until my side kick Lauren arrived that evening. Friday was a smooth day, other than a little bump thanks to security, it went calmly to plan. We were all A ok as far as dressing rooms went this day, despite the weather making life a little bit harder for us all(: Shout out to Frank Turner who was an absolute gem, and genuine humble guy!

As you can see in the image above this is what Lauren and I had to go by on the Quarry stage. All 6 dressing rooms would be labelled on the doors each morning with timings and which bands would be in there. This simplified and made our lives so much easier through this little piece of paper. This also came in super handy on Saturday when our dressings rooms got a little messy so some jiggling around had to be done. This piece of paper helped us get riders and dressing rooms prepared in plenty of time, and quite frankly was a little life saver.

In this post I want to highlight some acts that really stood out to me that I got to catch on Friday the Everly Pregnant Brothers graced the Quarry and wow they held the audience fantastically we were all blown away as to how loved they were, it's great to watch an audience really love something and this was a performance that stuck out majorly. I will be posting a clip of their performance separately to this post as I can not quite figure out how to include it in here lol.

I also got to catch the amazingly brilliant Heck and Bury Tomorrow on the Nest stage, firstly if you like heavier music, Heck are an absolute MUST SEE LIVE they're honestly brilliant with their performance, slaying each and every time. I honestly don't think most of the audience was quite prepared for what was going to be witnessed ahaha.

Bury Tomorrow blessed us all at Y Not as well as Truck and I somehow ended up singing with them, CRAZY I know, especially because I can't sing but I am still on a massive high from it because they're such a big band in British metal. As per usual they were fantastic!

Saturday was not a great day at all, not for anyone. The ground was a mess, not surprising due to the mass of people and the crazy downpour of rain the day before, luckily though it would be dry until late afternoon, this was appreciated by a lot of people. This picture below was taken out the back out the Quarry stage. This made walking to the stage from the dressing rooms a bit of an effort(

My feet this day were not in a great place either, little tip for you all, it may be a clever idea to go out and buy walking boots to wear on a festival site but keep in mind you WILL need to wear them in prior to the event, other wise your feet with be ruined. And we do not realise how much we take those parts of our body for granted until its too late. Just coming from an idiot that made that very mistake. so obviously that did not bode well. If you read the Truck blog, would recommend in doing so if not you will remember the brief mention of Deaf Havana's rock and roll moment of damaging their dressing room, well that dressing room was put up on the quarry stage, to which the act Cast were put in on Friday evening, lovely people I must say but despite their age, they were party animals still, quite clear from the aftermath of said dressing room. I did cover the holes in said room to make it look semi- presentable for them, covering them up to look a slight bit better did work, fear not. But Saturday morning came with chocolate cake everywhere, and I mean everywhere and not just cake but anything and everything that was on their rider. It was VILE. Smudged into the holes on the floor in empty bottles, food and drink covered the walls, I don't think I have ever seen anything quite like it. So obviously with everyones dampened mood this was just the cherry on the icing for myself and Lauren(: But it's the nature of the job and we battled through slowly cleaning and taking breaks to make it seem not that bad.

Here is the only picture I snapped of I think Lethal Blizzle's dressing room, couldn't be too sure on that, but this kind of highlights the layout of riders once displayed in the dressing rooms. I'm very annoyed with myself that I did not snap a pic of the amazing job of bunting I did, the wind and rain did not defeat me there (:

Due to the weather the main stage was unfortunately juggled around massively, but us lot on the quarry stage didn't mind too much as it meant we got main stage acts put on ours, when I say we were happy, it is manly due to the fact the lovely Mr Motivator was put on early Saturday morning and my god did he quite literally lift everyones spirits up, I can not scream this from the top of my lungs enough. So of course we danced along side stage and had to get a team pic, it was only right(: Team Quarry Fam!

To lighten up the mood of this blog, because to be honest despite the downside of this festival a lot of good things came from it. I honestly believe Mr Motivator brought the goodness. On the Quarry stage we had BBC introducing acts, to be honest I had never heard of any of them prior but good gracious me were some of them insane, and need to be mentioned. First up Oddity Road, I don't think you will find anyone who caught them that would disagree with me when I say they were insane live, and completely owned the audience and stage, their stage presence and sound for an up and coming band was shocking and I could not quite believe how little time they had been together, they reminded me of a rockier version of the Vamps.

Unknown Era also graced our stage on Saturday and wow they were nuts, If you like reggae, ska, punk, indie sounding music defo give them a listen, or maybe hit them up on youtube as it's worth watching a live performance as they were sick, and really were having a fab time. Also shout out to their outfits because their style was on point, must have been freezing but they looks lit.

My new found love of Banfi also blessed our stage on Saturday, just the 3 of them rocked up again to Y Not and sweeped the stage away with their soft, catchy tunes.

Yet with an up comes a down and boy did Lethal Blizzle bring the down, obviously he didn't quite literally do anything wrong but his set went from buzzing to dead, quite literally and that's when the real shit kicked off. I came back from getting Idris Elba's managers pizza and was trying to get through the Quarry tent to get back stage when I was hit with the crowd evacuating the tent, obviously being very confused as to what was going on the worse things pass your mind especially when there are 3 girls on the floor, going to skip the deets but scary shit happens at festivals and its honestly made me think about drinking the water sent out at shows in future because you can never be too careful, trust me. I also think if you have not realised how muddy it was at this time this is also the set we had a guy break his leg in the mud, lovely, absolutely spectacular. But this is when security was the tip of the cake for us, and the 5 of us on the quarry stage had to act as security which was a massive pee take omg.

So as you can probably tell the rest of Saturday ended on a sour note, and our moods needed another motivator lift(:

I woke up on Sunday morning and honestly struggled so much to get out of bed, however the thought that the wonderful Twin Atlantic were on my stage, made the effort worth it as the whole TA team the previous week were fab. This was a factor that honestly got us all up that day. Once at the liaison cabin I discovered that the night had been long for a few of the team due to the making of the heavy decision of cancelling the final day of Y Not and honestly I can not stress how relived I was that it was shut off early. The right decision had fully been made as the resources just were not there to carry on in the state we and the site itself were in. So with that news came that fab team work ethic everyone had, we all put on our hi-vis and headed out to direct the public to car parks, pic up points and buses, as quite honestly security were not there to do so. This was fantastic, the sun was actually out, a bit too out as I got majorly burnt on my face, which did not go visually well with a very tired looking face on the train home, a few people stared too long (: This role was enjoyable I must say, talking to the public and realising that they did have a great time and helping those really struggling drag their luggage through the mud. Obviously with happy customers ca some negative ones but nothing a smiley face couldn't fix. And what I loved most was how everyone just had a bloody smile on their faces, despite the reason we were all their navigating punters it didn't matter. Lunch was distributed to us on which was a blessing and it realy just puts a massive grin on my face thinking back to it as despite all the shit we went through that weekend this day was like the weight had been lifted and we all just bonded and got on with it anyway(:

So with the punters away it was down to us to either leave or stay in the glamping tents till Monday, I chose to head home, my bed was calling for me and with that Y Not was over. Let's just hope next year's rolls a little smoother ahaha(:

Roll on 2Q Lincoln in October ayeee(:

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#WkndMmts: A Christmas Story Live, SPOTY, SG Carnival, Asia's Got Talent

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#WkndMmts: A Christmas Story Live, SPOTY, SG Carnival, Asia's Got Talent

A Christmas Story Live

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We're so excited to see @BebeRexha perform the opening number “Count on Christmas," written by @pasekandpaul, this Sunday on #AChristmasStoryLive! 🎄🎶"

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20 minutes to LIVE east coast!!! Get yer snacks and park it! #achristmasstorylive

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Catch us on #AChristmasStory tonight on @fox at 7/6c

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The the official hashtag #AChristmasLiveStory is trending today with the musical so hop over to find out what people are talking about the show on Twitter!

SPOTY: BBC Sports Personality of the Year 2017

The annual award show is one of the highlights of the sporting calendar with all of sport’s great and good gathering for a celebration of all their achievements in the year.

Unbelievable night thank you everyone for voting for me tonight amazing wow….!!! #sporty #london #onemomile

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— Mo Ansar (@MoAnsar) December 17, 2017

✅ #SPOTY

Congratulations to massive Arsenal fan, @Mo_Farah 👏 pic.twitter.com/vSkEmtv3h9

— Arsenal FC (@Arsenal) December 17, 2017

Others expressed their dissapointment and disbelief that British professional boxer Anthony Joshua and British racing driver Lewis Hamilton have both failed to make it to the top 3.

What's the worst thing that could happen when you're in charge of an awards show? #spoty https://t.co/ZfG0FyiRQ1

— Twitter Moments (@TwitterMoments) December 17, 2017

This year we lost a young boy who touched the lives of millions.

The sporting world will never forget him and the work done by his family to raise awareness of neuroblastoma has been invaluable.

Cancer has no colours. One Bradley Lowery. ❤️#SPOTY https://t.co/uAuN7saVw7 pic.twitter.com/du7Z8HSeGs

— BBC Sport (@BBCSport) December 17, 2017

AMAZING: The reception for @BradleysFight & his parents at @BBCSPOTY. 😢👏

Only one Bradley Lowery. 💛

(🎥 @BBCSport)pic.twitter.com/VqztxnuQCo

— SPORF (@Sporf) December 17, 2017

Here is the full list of SPOTY award winners:

Sports Personality of the Year – Sir Mo Farah (second, Jonathan Rea; third, Jonnie Peacock)

Young Sports Personality of the Year – Phil Foden

Lifetime Achievement – Dame Jessica Ennis-Hill

Helen Rollason Award – Bradley Lowery

Overseas Sports Personality of the Year – Roger Federer

Coach of the Year – Benke Blomkvist, Stephen Maguire and Christian Malcolm

Team of the Year – England women’s cricket team

Get Inspired Unsung Hero – Denise Larrad

(Singapore) Marina Bay Carnival

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Check out Thomas K’s vlog on all the various fun activities and games at the carnival!

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Truth : Pugs are pretty dumb but they’re so FREAKKINNN CUTE

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The amount of colours #marinabaycarnival 😍😍

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Asia’s Got Talent 2017

If you have not been following the season, just take a look at her final performance (be prepared)… Watch how she manage to spook Kpop star/Judge Jay Park and the entire crowd!

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To find out more about The Sacred Riana, you’d be pleased to know that she has her very own Instagram account (managed by her company) which gives you a view of her spooky life.

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