#electric cafè

[spilladabalia]

Kraftwerk - Sex Object

[schismusic]

THE DISCOGRAPHY PRINCIPLE, Episode 6: Kraftwerk - or, Electro-Shock for President

I've actually been sitting on this one for a really long time. It's hard to think of anything meaningful to add in the presence of History itself.

TIME Magazine had this cute cover out on February 8th, 1993 — a guy sits on his computer, his left eye is prosthetic and the cables from the CRT screen swerve and swirl towards a purple spiral in the background. Big title in the middle, CYBERPUNK, and right under there a small blurb that reads like an amateur Steam developer trying to make his generic-ass game set in twenty-seventy-something appealing to you. It's mesmerizing to think that the early 1990s were still a time where you could legitimately hope for a cyberpunk utopia without hearing your own personal Seinfeld laugh track in your head. Of course this devolved into one of the foundational bits of reading in my teenage years: Ondarock's biographic pieces about specific artists and bands. Eddy Cilìa — one of the deans of Italian music criticism — wrote one about Kraftwerk that at one point says the following (translated to English by yours truly):

"… if Kraftwerk's music is still to this day all bent forward, lyrics and visual concepts still taste more like modern antiques than they do modernity. Theirs is a vision of the future hailing from a past when it was possible to imagine prosperous and tidy days to come, with squeaky-clean cities, immense green spaces, eight-lane highways overruled by giant electronic brains. Before the petrol wars and microchips. Before Blade Runner. Before cyberpunk. Before we realized we were fucked. Those who know that unforgettable William Gibson short story, The Gernsback Continuum (off of Burning Chrome) will understand."

Cue the BBC using Kraftwerk's Musique Non Stop and Electric Café to soundtrack William Gibson reading some of the bleakest bits off of Count Zero (I'm gonna link the program here, but unfortunately the bits where the tracks play have been muted, so there's that). I don't even find it infuriating or distracting or inappropriate, even: at this point cyberpunk as an aesthetic is modern antique, whereas cyberpunk as a collection of themes wildly oscillates between the hopelessly romantical and the unfortunately timely. Both of these things very aptly describe Kraftwerk's Electric Café, the last record with the classic lineup of Hütter, Schneider, Bartos, Flür. Electric Cafè, or Techno Pop for either irredeemable zoomers or the unlucky few who worked with the band from 1982 to 1986, sounds like someone trying really hard to be relevant: Sex Object is like one degree of separation away from Depeche Mode, minus the inherent sexiness of Depeche Mode — as retroactively superimposed as it may be — and as such laughable, and not in a good way. Basically the entirety of side one (perhaps even The Telephone Call, if Computer Love didn't already exist) would go stupid hard if it had come out on, for instance, in The Man-Machine era. Unfortunately the record feels too thematically unsound to work the way a Kraftwerk record usually works, mostly because for the first time ever the band seem to take the concept with actual seriousness.

So many people focus on the supposed future-proof nature of Kraftwerk which in retrospect kind of feels a bit laughable — it's like when some of these YouTube guys allow the possibility that the work of a band like Boards of Canada "still sounds fresh". It's good, obviously, but can we really close our eyes and pretend like no one ever considers making intentionally warbly sounding electronic music in the year of our Lord two-thousand-and-twenty-four, where people are falling head over heels for the new Oneohtrix Point Never record? Kraftwerk is dated, because Gary Numan and John Foxx and Depeche Mode and Afrika Bambaataa and the Soul-Sonic Force and Cybotron and Model 500 and Aphex Twin and Autechre and Deadmau5 and Avicii and Skrillex and NERO and Caterina Barbieri and DJ Haram and Suzi Analog and so many others exist and have, in their own way, dated. That is exactly what makes Kraftwerk the greatest. Their studio production mostly wears its age with confidence: sure, if you want to be terrible to it you could argue it sounds like a bunch of Apple IIe terminals desperately fighting for their life in the bathroom after a night out at Taco Bell, but that would fundamentally miss the core point which is that they very clearly fucking knew that this was going to happen. And even their lyrical optimism is much darker than most give them credit for. Like, seriously, stop and think for a moment: science fiction in the 1970s was all about aliens, everywhere. Isaac fucking Asimov, robot dude par excellence, wrote a book about aliens for the first and, if memory serves, only time in the year 1972, and then never again. The highway was a gleefully old fashioned concept to be excited about, and so was the train — more so than the highway, actually. They hopped back onto the zeitgeist with Computer World, but again, it was minimal, barren, and the lyrics used to bite. The German version of the title track, for instance, loves to remind the listener that "Interpol und Deutsche Bank, FBI und Scotland Yard, Finanzamt und das BKA haben unsere Daten da" — they have our data there!

A while back there used to be this great blog on this site called One Week One Band where they once did a week fully dedicated to Kraftwerk which explains most of the shit I would be going on in this post, and does so in a much more interesting and accurate way than I could ever; obviously so, since I'm writing at 3:20am because I had a really rough Tuesday night which fucked up my sleep schedule into unrecognizability. Anyway yeah I'm not even going to try to actually get into the lyrics, mostly because I never really gave a shit, minus the funny bits about meeting Iggy Pop and David Bowie from station to station back to Düsseldorf city and that bit about how they want to fuck an up-and-coming starlet (Big Black really upped the sleaziness factor in their cover, actually making it sound more like Kraftwerk's backstage activities — at least according to Wolfgang Flür — than Kraftwerk's recorded output); the short version is that it's simply insane to me that nobody ever bothered thinking "goddamn, this is simply too shiny and chrome and polite to be serious, and how the fuck am I supposed to take the robot disguise seriously, maybe they're taking the piss somewhat?", which is extremely egregious given the very nerdy humor on constant display in their lyrics and song titles — Antenna, for instance, reads like a dirty poem on a trade school's toilet stall, and I don't think I have to add anything to Ohm Sweet Ohm. But what do you know: as some of you might have guessed I like nerdy humor that makes no sense and fails catastrophically at conveying any sense of zest and class and sexiness, because Kraftwerk never meant to be fucking sexy. They wanted to make volksmusik, i.e. a literal German translation of popular music. They succeeded.

In case you're wondering, my favourite Kraftwerk record changes depending which one I've listened to the most recently, but gun to my head I would probably say Trans Europe Express. I spent a lot of time listening more or less exclusively to the German language versions of some of these records, and it's weird using the English titles for me, but ultimately it makes more sense. If it is to be volksmusik, in this day and age, it has to be musik of all volk, and as such of all folks, and statistically speaking there are more people speaking English than German — at least in my personal social circle. Anyway, the thing about TEE could be this: the beauty of it is that it has everything in itself, but the real kicker is that none of that is made explicit to the fullest. All of the sequenced hopping synthpop, the melancholy melodies of New Romantic, the drive and danceability of hip hop, a certain sense of coldness that post-punk as a whole would make its own — see Ian Curtis's obsession with this particular record (and, on a slightly different note, how the surviving members of New Order would go on to sample Uranium, which if you ask me might rank as one of the hardest interlude tracks on any record ever) — are here but in very throwaway forms, i.e. they do not make the case for themselves. In the moment of their conception, they must have been seen as ad-hoc arrangement tactics, perhaps even as a holistic compositional approach: they are not their own justification, nobody woke up and said "I am going to make a whole record about this here technique", as testimonied by the change in mission statement right in the middle of the making. The band had been recording trains to see if they could use the inherent rhythm in their motion to make something danceable, but they realized it didn't work because they'd have to be sped up to unrecognizability; so, they dropped the field recording/tape loop idea and recreated the groove in the studio with conventional drums. On the other hand, cue John Foxx turning into a Ballardian neon-lit dandy for his solo debut, extrapolating on TEE's sounds to better delineate a colder, more anthropic, more impersonal, more atonal and (why not?) perhaps more violent European landscape.

Sure one might argue that their reference landmarks are predominantly European, predominantly focused on the classical era of music (1600s-1800s, very roughly), predominantly if not entirely diatonic, but their opus very clearly works — it very clearly has worked, over and over again — as a potentially ever-expandable theoretical framework. Their minimalism became the empty spaces it left open, the boxes it didn't tick. As much inspiration as Kraftwerk drew from funk, a slight increase of the funk coefficient on the part of black artists in the United States invented techno, hip-hop, electro. Kraftwerk didn't, themselves, change the face of contemporary popular music, they "simply" allowed other people to reshape contemporary popular music a hundred times over. It feels like a miracle to listen to this music in the current day and age.

[cyberstardragon]

F-Zero GP Legend Anime Headcannons➩Pokemon Partner(s)

{Before I begin let me just say this, you may not like the Pokemon partners I give to the certain characters I chose, that's ok}

(Anyways here's some Pokemon I think these characters would have)

Jody Summer- Stufful and Meowstic (Female),I think these Pokemon would be her Pokemon partners, then stufful will evolve to Bewear and it can be a useful partner to have for missions since she trained stufful with her brother as well (I will Mention his Pokemon partner(s)) two, Meowstic was once a Espurr which was gifted from her brother when Espurr followed him back home. It later evolved during a mission. Goodra is a good choice and may smother people in slime by accident which may cause a mess in HQ.

Lucy Liberty-Definitely A wigglytuff, reason why because it was a Pokemon she raised when it was an egg and it was a special one she found. Wigglytuff was once jigglypuff which had a high temper on using pound if she was threatened, And possibly tinkaton because of it's crazy ability to bash pwoplw with its hammer and may enjoy hurting passing by Corviknight. (this happened when it came out it's love ball)

Ryu Suzaku/Rick Wheeler-Altaria, I mean..it's a dragon type and flying type and it is a similar typing as his machine the dragon bird because altaria is a bird but with a dragon and flying typing. Altaria was a gift from his gf Haruka when she found it as a swablu 150 years ago. (yes, it's still alive since it was in it's pokeball) Altaria was a very joyful pokemon to ryu/rick very jolly to him and haruka. ryu/rick has obtained a key stone and a altarianite from the "lost" gift from haruka with the note saying 'use this at the right time with altaria' which may have shocked him though but used it which mega evolved. Dragonite would be a good choice too because it's a flying and dragon type, and I bet Dragonite would recognize Haruka with her Miss Killer persona.

Dr. Stewart-I feel like he would have a chansey and a jolteon(which evolved from eevee from a thunderstone) Chansey is like a helper pokemon since it can heal other pokemon and people with heal pulse. it's a great pokemon to heal the ones needed. for jolteon...it can help with electricity working at clinics to power things up.

Clank Hughes- Rotom, reason why I chose this to be his partner pokemon is because, Rotom can go through any electrical items around and help around the cafè and help Clank with technology. Although Rotom is a trickster so it likes to go through electronics just to mess with him. Rotom does behave sometimes. Rotom has been with Clank for a while. Boltund might be like a good guard dog that can also mess around with technology.

Miss Killer/Misaki Haruka- for starters she has 2 partner pokemon which is an umbreon and a mawile(can mega-evolve) although, she caught these pokemon it was not gifted to her and has found a mawilite that Mawile held. (When Caught) As haruka, she has had a yamper as a pet 150 years ago (it was also given to Ryu/Rick when the others found the other pokeball) Yamper was her pet for a long time and hasn't evolved yet.

Captain Falcon/Andy Summer: I Feel like he would have a Cinderace since rabbits are his favorite animal and Cinderace evolved from a scorbunny which was gifted to him from his sister, Jody, she found scorbunny injured and brought it to Her brother to help the poor scorbunny. Cinderace is very fond of Andy and very.. Very.. Attached to him. Now Cinderace helps him out in the falcon house cafe helping him with cooking. Then another pokemon came along. It was a litten which evolved into incineroar, this pokemon was brought in from someone in the cafe to let Andy know this pokemon was abandoned and started to take care of litten when it evolves, this pokemon was the important partner to bring along in times of danger. Incineroar knows darkest lariat which is commonly used in larger threats, it can easily knock out others which is a perfect command for incineroar. Cinderace and Incineroar do get along well, and Cinderace can be used as a back up and knows the move pyroball which it can be commanded. Braviary would be a great choice for his Bounty Hunter Missions.

Lisa Brilliant-I feel like she would have a Ninetales as her partner and also a sneasel, because I know she wanted to steal something and she can use Sneasel to steal items. Ninetales would be her back up to Sneasel, oh and a Sableye because it can help with heists and finding jewels.(Ninetales is from the kanto region)

Super Arrow- I feel like he would have a Rowlet... It's similar to his class of style and it was picked out from his wife. It evolved into decidueye, and it's a really loyal pokemon. A Noctowl, that would be a good pokemon, I just learned that the Owl he has is named Zukk, so he might be stubborn with Rowlet and Noctowl.

Mrs. Arrow-Her pokemon would be consisted with bug and flying types, I feel like she would have a beautifly and a Starly, I would feel like she would like anything beautiful. And when it evolves to staraptor, she might spoil it so much. Togekiss would be a good one because it's adorable, and may be in good use for strong fairy attacks.

[And... That's all!]

[burlveneer-music]

Yalla Miku - s/t LP on Bongo Joe

Yalla Miku’s frenetic and uplifting debut album is a genre twister, with musicians from North and East Africa coming together with various musical alchemists from Geneva’s burgeoning and experimentally minded, global music scene. It’s a thrilling mix of Moroccan gnawa, haunting guembri melodies and krar riffs with shoots of house and electronica and krautrock grooves and ultimately a testament to the community led, punk approach that many creatives from the Bongo Joe Record label, and beyond, adhere to. With its sparkling buildings and luxury boutiques, Geneva is a place that exudes wealth. As the host of some of the world’s most powerful financial institutions, the Swiss city is celebrated for its multiculturalism — mostly the “multiculturalism" of English-speaking expats, of the rich and privately educated. But just beneath this polished exterior lies Geneva’s true soul, one that pulsates in the city’s historical squats, in its North African eateries, and in the venues where artists, musicians, and activists meet. This is the Geneva both fostered and uncovered by Bongo Joe through their label, record store, and café, a community-oriented and welcoming space overlooking the River Rhône Yalla Miku perfectly encapsulates this ideal and translate it into a borderless, syncretic sound. Yeterian (banjo, electric guitar, voice) and Cyril Cyril bandmate Cyril Bondi (drums and voice) founded the group with the idea of bringing together the different facets of Geneva’s music scene, so they teamed up with post-disco electro pop duo Hyperculte, composed of Simone Aubert of Tout Bleu and Massicot (on synths, guitar, and vocals) and Orchester Tout Puissant Marcel Duchamp founder Vincent Bertholet (on bass and vocals), and invited three immigrant musicians they had gotten to know through their events at the Bongo Joe store and cafè: Moroccan guembri player Anouar Baouna, Eritrean krar player Samuel Ades and Algerian darbouka player Ali Bouchaki. The idea however was not to follow the tired and sometimes clichèd ways of “fusion” music by appropriating non-Western styles and collaborating with foreign artists to create a seamlessly blended sound. Quite the opposite: Yalla Miku honor this meeting of cultures by specifically drawing attention to those points of contrast between different traditions, voices, and instruments, creating a lively, polyphonic conversation that gives each musician the freedom to improvise and tell their own story. The Western-born musicians composed the base for each track, and the three non-Western artists built on it through the prism of their own musical heritage. “It was a difficult challenge for them to try and understand and adapt to this music, and in a way it’s like a metaphor for the difficulties they had in their life while settling in Europe” explains Yeterian. Borrowing as much from gnawa and Eritrean folklore as it does from krautrock and electro-trance, Yalla Miku’s militant debut album dissolves sonic borders and imagines a world without geographical ones, where people are free to move without peril. Simone Aubert: Synthétiseurs, Guitare, Voix Anouar Baouna: Guembri, Karkabou, Loutar, Voix Cyril Bondi: Batterie, Voix Samuel Ades: Krar, Voix Vincent Bertholet: Basse Electrique, Voix Ali Boushaki: Darbouka, Bendir, Voix Cyril Yeterian: Banjo, Guitare Electrique, Voix

[burpenterprisejournal]

HICCUP AT CAFE' PLUME

2023/08/11 Terminal # 06 HICCUP Cafè Plume Berlin - DE

Hiccup are back again and are looking forward to playing on Friday 11 August at Café Plume in Berlin on the occasion of the sixth edition of the Terminal series. The Café is located at Warthestraße 60 in Neukölln and the event will start in the backroom at 8pm.

HICCUP Started in Berlin in 2020, HICCUP brings together four strong personalities from different musical backgrounds. In their musical research, they have developed a highly personalized approach with their instruments, ranging from Marina Cyrino’s amplified flute and objects, Tony Elieh’s bass and electronics, JD Zazie’s turntable and CDj and Matthias Koole’s no-input mixer and guitar. “Hiccup” combines these experiences and relates them to one another, taking the listener through imaginary worlds of instrumental landscapes, electric forests, static images and gestural scenes.

[webbedphantom]

'I'll decide what I worry about, Magic Man-'

He still didn't really trust them, of course. He barely knew either of them, yet they were both dead set on learning his secret. That's a pretty big red flag in his book. Still, he'd make his final judgement on that if Karla actually looked into discovering that herself.

Man, he really needed to change up his patrol routes-

"My webs, huh?"

He opened his eyes and rubbed his hand, feeling the metal and wires beneath his glove. The webs still came from him, but the device helped him channel his energy, funnel it in the right direction to give him more control over it.

"I think I've got an idea... but I can't do it up here."

He stood up, walking over to the edge of the roof, peering down to the alley below.

"That should do the trick-"

He casually stepped over the ledge, falling into the alley, before catching himself on a webline he strung between the walls. Then he perched atop it, firing more weblines at the walls, before connecting them to the main thread, hopping around as needed to vary the angles for added stability. Before long there was a giant dark red web hanging in the middle of the alleyway.

"Now, I just need to do..."

He perched himself in the middle of it, grabbing a couple strands with each of his hands.

'The webbing is connected to the buildings, the buildings are connected to the city, the city is connected to its people, and its people are connected to me... and I'm connected to webbing.'

He thought of it all as one big circuit, energy flowing through it's various connections, all going around the circle.

But it wasn't enough to think about the city, he had to know it. Its people, its culture. All of which he knew pretty well by now.

He thought about his trips to Kichijoji, how Ryuji had taken him there on a whim, and it had now become a frequent hangout for the whole group. He thought about Shibuya, where he'd made a deal with Iwai to use his 3D Printer, and where he'd fought the Rhino at the crossing (the first time he really felt like a superhero). He thought about Aoyama, where his school was, where he'd had that awkward run in with Makoto on the first day of school. He thought about Inokashira Park, where he and Ann finally became friends and agreed to work together. He thought about Tokyo Tower, where he finally got over his fear of heights. He thought about Yongen, where Cafè Leblanc was, where he lived, where he'd met Futaba, someone he saw as a little sister.

He'd met so many wonderful people, done so many amazing things, things he'd never would've imagined were possible before, all within a few short months. And while he hadn't yet experienced all the city had to offer, he didn't think he ever would, he still felt connected with it, felt like he knew it. And that connection allowed him to feel something else.

'Tokyo... Lend me your aid.'

His webbing began to glow a bright red, a sudden feeling of electricity and heat surging through his hands. Then the glow started to fade, transitioning back to it's normal hue before becoming completely black, as his mind filled with images of all the evils he'd experienced, and the things he'd done to rectify them. It made him angry, yet also somewhat satisfied with what he'd accomplished. Though he still felt like he had more to do, more wrongs to right.

Finally, the webbing started to glow white, shining proudly from the center of it. His mind felt at peace... Yet the black still lingered around the edges of the web, slowly mixing with the white with traces of red coming through as well, before eventually fading back to its usual colors.

"I- I did it!? I mean... I think I did it. They've definitely never done that before-"

“Telepath…?” Karla asked, confused, “There’s… no telepaths in our family. Jowi’s got a strength quirk… just like how I have a construct quirk. But… I dont think he can read minds.”

“Thank you, Karla. And I understand that. All it would take is for something like Marit Lage… you know what, don’t worry about that. That’s for me to worry about, and not you. It’s simple mind magic. I say that like it’s easy for you guys. But you don’t have to worry about us leaking anything. But that’s besides the point. You don’t have to meditate, it’s not like that. Everyone channels mana differently. Chandra does it through breath, Wrenn through song, Tamiyo through stories… and me through martial arts. So for you… it’d probably be through… your webs? That’s a place to start.”

Karla started thinking about how she would channel mana herself, turning and looking out back to the city.

“We have to know the city, right? Not just… thinking about it. But knowing it… so… what it’s like. The places, the people, the culture… then what?”

“Then… you ask it for assistance. And it’ll give you what mana it can. Once you can tell me what colors it offers… then you can start learning to use that mana.”

[fanfictionlover-007]

All I Ask of You

Disc: Don't own LOTR, THE HOBBIT, HOTD & Baldurs Gate😭

Only own the plot...OC is Your Elf Name or Y/E/N also Your Alias Name or Y/A/N for short, you are a female immortal elf, yes you can die, by sword, spear, arrows, all medieval weapons you can imagine along with different magic, you will not be Mary-Sue character, so yeah...

Love Square: AegonxOCxAemondxJace

Minors DNI/DNE.

High Valerian on tv series:

Words: Udra

Are: issi

Hidden: ruarza

Powers: ondor

Use: gaomagon

Wisely: wisely

And: se

Fair: litse.

Introduction

King's Landing a busy place to be, where there is the dragonpit and Red Keep in construction, with its many hidden passageways and flea bottom and the street of silk.

However, in a very small hidden passageway undiscovered by any of the Targaryens, is on the outside a cafè that grows by the day and night.

Beautiful flowers always blooming, the cafè's customers were of all classes, it is a miracle or hidden blessing that none royals came here, maybe it's because of Y/E/N necklace which is always warm and she knew the truth or maybe what is written in high valerian were hidden by ruins only Elves, who can speak Quenya. The owner of the cafè was here eons ago, while Aegon the Conqureur were building this city, yet she was a babe and Rhaenys adopted Y/E/N, when they died they had written a letter a promise Y/E/N must fulfilled.

When Y/E/N returned to Westeros, Y/E/N had to fight and flee each land. Until came here where the dragons and their riders were. Y/E/N necklace pointing to this cafè and Y/E/N transformed it. Your cafè motto was "Udra issi ruarza ondor, gaomagon wisely se litse."

Something Y/E/N learnt from Rhaenys, none of the farmers, merchants, whores, servants and even the guards didn't ask Y/A/N about it. The owner had to hide her pointy ears, which made her a different beauty, ethereal beauty. Y/E/N had long red hair, she was tall for an elfling. She wore long blue pants, a white jacket and a red apron, always a warm and friendly smile on her face, she had a playful almond shaped emerald green eyes.

On the upper apartment was her home, with flowers and plumbing from Dorne, bed and electricity when it comes to coffee and cooking and baking, candles still for reading. Her apartment needed a couch of some sort, seeing the many times her female customers come crying over the perverted prince Aegon II and the many ways he sleeps with them drunk.

When the shop was closed, she had two other hidden passageways, one greenhouse full of organical fruits and vegetables and another green house full of herbs and spices, some herbs were for healing purposes.

It was a quite and away from drama...just like she loved it. Just her, her books and when she sleeps, her necklace would turn into a full three headed dragon, lying next to her on her bed, his wing and claw holding her close.

It was your perfect little family. Little did you know that life/destiny will change forever..

@valeska-fics @valeskafics

[akir3-is-tir3d]

My nightmare (Fem!Bff reader x Denki Kaminari)

Requested by: Gaydistress

G.Story: angst

Couple: F / M

You and Kaminari are Bff and you have a crush on him but he starts dating Jirou

I hope you like it, it's my first x reader story.

___________________

You and Denki were best friends since the first day of middle school, you remember very well the day you met, when he defended you from some older guys who took it out on you for no reason whatsoever, in the end he got caught. beaten by them and you attend him bringing him to safety, from that day you have become inseparable.

You were always together: you went out together, played together, studied together...

Sometimes others would mistake you for a couple and tell you things like "you two are really made for each other" or "you are beautiful together" and every time you blush and deny it all by saying you were just best friends.

You always knew each other's secrets, one knew when the other was sick and it was their support.

But one thing Denki didn't know, you had a big crush on him since day one, but you never had the courage to tell him for fear of losing him or ruining your friendship.

You couldn't have taken it to lose him.

And even though you were sometimes jealous when you see him hitting on other girls, you comforted yourself with the fact that most of them rejected him or didn't even last a few days.

You felt a little guilty about this, especially when you see him a little sad, but your jealousy was too much.

And so the rejections continued, until you both went to UA ...

He ended up in section A while you ended up in B.

You didn't like the fact that you didn't end up in class together but you promised to always meet after class ends.

And so it was, in the afternoon you always went out together as always, but you noticed that something had changed in him, he always had his head in the clouds and always talked to someone on the phone.

After a few days of going like this you decided to ask him what was going on.

《Who are you writing to?》

You asked him as you walked to the usual bar where you went together after school.

《Uh? Oh with Jirou》

《Jirou? And who is it?"

《She's a classmate, she's really cool! You have to know her!》

Another girl, for sure he was hitting on her, but it will go as always ... right?

From that day Denki started talking about this Jirou all the time, how nice she is, how good she is at singing ...

She was also starting to break up your outings together to be with her, suddenly the two of them became inseparable, just like you two were.

You were angry, jealous, confused ... you didn't even know what you were feeling, you just knew that Jirou was taking him away from you and this was like a trauma for you.

One day Denki called you and asked you to meet at your usual cafè, you accepted immediately and met immediately in the local.

You sit at the usual table facing each other.

He looked really happy, who knows what had happened.

《Hey Pikachu, I see you happy today, what happened?》

I asked him using the nickname you often called him which made him smile even more.

《Y/N you can't understand what just happened to me! I feel like the happiest man on earth!》

《What happened?》

The words that were uttered next by the electric boy will be the worst you have ever heard.

《I asked Kyoka if she wanted to go out with me and she accepted! Tonight we are going to the cinema together!》

For you it was as if the world had stopped at that moment.

Your greatest fear had come true.

Kaminari and Jirou were dating.

At that moment you wanted to cry, scream, but you couldn't do it now, not in front of him.

So you put on your best fake smile and said:

《I'm happy for you Denki》

As soon as you got home you immediately threw yourself on the bed and started crying into the pillow.

You wanted it not to be true, you wanted it to be just a bad nightmare that you would immediately wake up from.

But it was reality, and it couldn't be changed.

If only you had the courage to tell him maybe now he would be with you...

After a while you fell asleep after crying so much, at least for a while you will rest without thinking about everything that could be.

[goooodmorningjapan]

Drama Track #1-"Ego sum qui sum" - part 1

{Location: Shishikai Residence}

[ Mochizuki is sitting in front of her computer, chatting with someone in her pitch black room, the only source of light being the monitor. The sound of the keyboard echoes in the room.]

Teve983: Niki? Are u playing something?

[ 5 minutes pass and she gets a response.]

XxGodSlayerxX: Neah, I'm done with this:P whaddaya want?

Teve983: wanna go out and eat something? I heard theres a new place in ikbkr :3

XxGodSlayerxX: maan im stuffed xdd

[ Mochizuki silently facepalms and lets out a sigh. After a few moments of silence, she gets back to typing.]

Teve983: DESSERT?!1?

XxGodSlayerxX: yeaaaah:D Where?

Teve983: Shibuya. U cant go wrong there

XxGodSlayerxX: ok then cya @Shibuya Station

Teve983: k byee

{Location: Shibuya Station}

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[Mochizuki is trying to make her way trough the crowds of salarymen that are exiting the train and making their way home. Meanwhile, Nikita is leaning on a wall, texting her friend to move her ass faster.]

Nikita: Took you a while, huh?

Mochizuki: Oh shut it! You have no idea what's in there! I-I wonder how I didn't suffocate with so many people inside!

Nikita: Fufu, glad you didn't!

[Mochizuki throws her friend a cold glare.]

Nikita: A-anyways...Let's get going!

[ Nikita starts skating ahead of her friend and Mochizuki powers on her electric scooter, yelling at the older girl to stop moving so fast and to wait for her. After searching around for a place, they found a tiny cafè with no customers.]

Nikita(pointing at her skates): Think I can go in like this?

Mochizuki: I... I don't know but if we get kicked out because of you, you're the one paying next time.

Nikita: Deal.

[They open the door and a tiny bell rings.]

Mochizuki: Good evening! Can I have a...uhh??

[At the counter is a lady that doesn't even try to hide her disgust when seeing the two. She lazily puts her phone down and clicks her tongue.]

Lady(yelling at someone in the back): COME GET THESE GIRLS!! LET ME TAKE A BREAK ALREADY!

[A waitress comes running with a worried look on her face to see what's going on.]

Lady: What are you staying there for?? Go!

[The waitress just sighs and goes to greet the two girls that were left speechless by the lady's behavior.]

Waitress(whispering): Please excuse us...

Nikita: Huh, that's a warm welcome.

Waitress(ashamed): ...

Mochizuki: She meant to say that it's no big deal! Right?

Nikita: Yeah...Right.

Waitress: What can I help you with?

Mochizuki: Oh, I would like some cream puffs and she would like some chocolate chip cookies. Thank you.

Nikita: And a cup of cofee.

Mochizuki(whispering to Nikita): What?!? At this hour of the day??

Nikita: ...

Waitress: Please take a seat. I will be back with your order in a few moments.

[ They both take a seat at a table near the window.]

Nikita(putting a menu in front of her mouth and whispering): How old do you think she is?

Mochizuki: How do you expect me to guess?? Her hair is freacking gray but she looks like she's in her early twenties. Have you ever seen someone that looks both old and young?

Nikita: Yeah! My boss!

Mochizuki(shivers): Crap! Don't mention her!

Nikita:Fufufu~ Oh she's coming!

[The waitress puts the plates down on the table.]

Mochizuki and Nikita: Thank you! :D

Waitress: Enjoy your meal...

[Both of them munch on their sweets but stop to listen to the conversation between the lady and the waitress.]

Lady: I'm headin' out! Take care of the place for me!

Waitress: But...that's not my job...

Lady: I'm busy tonight and I'm not canceling my plans to help you out!

[She slams the door and the bell rings.]

Waitress:*sighs*

Mochizuki: Niki?

Nikita: Yeah?

Mochizuki: I'm gonna help her.

Nikita: It's none of our business, Mochizuki.

Mochizuki(shouting): MISS!! WHAT'S YOUR NAME?

Waitress(woken up from a dream): M-me?

My name is Ranpo...

Mochizuki(coming closer):Ranpo-san, lemme help you with that!

Ranpo: Oh no! Please, you don't have to! You are the customers and I....and I...

Nikita(finnaly rising from her chair): Geez, quit the rambling... (to Mochizuki)I'm gonna mop the tiles while you clean the tables, k?

Mochizuki(saluting): Yes ma'am!

Ranpo: ･ﾟ･(｡>▪︎<｡)･ﾟ･

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[The three girls start cleaning the cafè and finish up in no time. Ranpo closes down the place and they decide to walk toghether until their ways part.]

Ranpo: You were so kind to help me out there....I am very grateful...

Mochizuki: Hey, don't worry! It's only natural.(staring at Nikita): Right...Niki?

Nikita:Yup! :3.

Ranpo: If only there were more people like you ...

Nikita: Oh, man! That would be cool!

Mochizuki(hitting Nikita in the arm): Shut it!

All three of them:*giggle*

Mochizuki: Hey, Ranpo-san, maybe we can meet again sometimes?

Ranpo(with a tiny smile on her face): I would love to...

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[They reach a crossroad so the girls are forced to say goodbye to each other.]

Mochizuki: Ranpo-san, before you go, can I ask you something?

Ranpo: Sure thing.

Mochizuki: Promise you won't get mad?

Ranpo: Pinky promise.

Mochizuki: How old are you?

Ranpo: I'm 20.

Mochizuki(turning to Nikita): HAHA I told youuu!! Give me the money !

Nikita: Fufufu! Only if you catch me!

[Nikita starts skating away and Mochizuki is chasing her, both of them saying goodbye to Ranpo while she waves the two of them from afar.]

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[ After chasing each other for a while, they end up in some weird alleyways, believing that the station is right behind the corner. In the distance they notice a group of men doing some shady business, so they turn in the opposite direction.]

Shady guy 1: HEY! YOU TWO!!

Nikita(whispering): Crap!(yelling): We were just leaving!

[The second guy takes out a knife from his pocket and points it to the two girls.]

Shady guy 2: Hehe, you think we're gonna let you leave so easily?

???:Well, I think you will~.

[The gang turns around only to see a misterious woman standing and the end of the alleyway. She carries a oil-paper umbrella, despite it being useless at night. With silent steps, she comes closer to them.]

Shady guy 3(taking a box cutter out): Stay there or you'll get it!

???:Hmmm...come to think of it...Our battle would not be so fair if you're fighting with those. Are you sure you want to do this?

Shady guy 1: BWAHAHA! Show us what you got!

[The three men watch the woman in terror as she pulls away the umbrella's handle, revealing a large sword.]

???: Are you still that brave~?

♡To be continued...♡

[akhuna01]

Oh shit, this didn't even show up in my shrimp-clogged notes (if you know you know). 😳

Better late than never, yeah? Thank you for tagging me, it's been a while since i was asked to do one of these 😁

Nickname: Kate, Kitty, Nina

Sign: Aries

Height: 1,76 m

Last thing I googled: a picture to describe what german Knack-und-Back Croissant dough is, for @kd-heart

Song stuck in my head: Christmas Lullaby by John Rutter because my choir and i will sing it on christmas eve.

Number of Followers: 730 including the Pornbots.

Amount of sleep: oof, insomnia paired with chronic fatigue means anything between 3 and 12 hours. I have to take afternoon long naps some days.

Dream Job: I'm dreaming of my own little cafè/kiosk/tourist shop. Sell postcards and knick knacks, bake 3 or 5 cakes each day and sell them. Just tiny, cozy and charming.

Wearing: soft grey pj pants with Tweety bird on them and a cozy navy snowflake print nightgown. And my warm electric blanky around my shoulders for my sore neck.

Movies/Books that summarize you: wow, that's difficult! I honestly have no real answer. I strongly resonate with the song "She used to be mine" from the Musical 'Waitress', minus the unwanted pregnancy aspect lol.

Fave song: anything from the Album 'Bronco' by Orville Peck. Kalahari Down, Lafayette or Daytona Sand probably.

Fave instrument: Harp, Kalimba or dulcimer.

Aesthetic: Cottagecore! Forest Witch, Witchy kitchen

Authors: Imogen McHugh, Terry Pratchett, Rebecca Gablè

Random Fun fact: i recently bought a real mammoth molar, and now am re-reading a 232.000 words destiel fanfic because Dean has one just like mine in it. It's, of course, 'Under the Midnight Sun' by Northernsparrow.

Tagging @kd-heart @unforth @nusta @frauleinvonmausefels (or @mjn-air ), @misskhep @surrealistwaltz and @sheinthatfandom 🥰. No pressure, do it only if you feel like it. And don't feel guilty if you don't!

Thank u so much for the tag @sans--seraph !!! This was super fun!!!

Nickname: Leo, Gabe or Squish!

Sign: Cancer ♋️

Height: 5’ 4 AND A HALF

Last thing I googled: BBC weather. There sure is weather today!

Song stuck in my head: Santa Baby

Number of followers: 1,950! Happy to have ya!

Amount of sleep: between 8 and 14 hours. It varies.

Dream job: poet??? I guess??? Which I technically am!!!

Wearing: fuzzy grey pyjama shirt with polar bears on it, underwear. I’m sitting on the floor post shower so I’ll get around to pants eventually.

Movies/books that summarize you: Ivanhoe, The Lost King, Night Sky With Exit Wounds

Favorite song: at this precise moment it's Morning Elvis by Florence & the Machine

Favorite instrument: the whole brass section tbh, but trumpet owns my heart

Aesthetic: light academia meets loungewear with a touch of emo

Favorite authors: Neil Gaiman, Anne Carson, Ursula Le Guin, many many more.

Random fun fact: I just got longlisted for a national poetry competition!

I tag: @akhuna01 @lutefiskspiser @historyandqueershenanigans @garnetcapricorn @janimoon @nyxneon @key--lime--pie

[gia2o]

A small apartment right on top of a liquor store that’s open 24/7 on a street with flashing neon lights and bars on every corner. A cheap cafè across the street. The constant humming of cars driving by and sirens going off at the most random of hours. A window leading to a fire escape. A black cat, my companion, sitting next to the window. Inside, the carpet is maroon and the walls are red. Multiple layers of shear orange and pink curtains hanging at every window. Black sheets cover the mattress. The covers are dark purple. A Dalmatian dog taking up half the space on the bed; my other companion. A small tv sitting on a dresser across my bed. The bedside table has candles, cigarette packs, a long 20’s styled cigarette holder, an ashtray and candles. Candles everywhere. No alarm clock. Fluffy handcuffs close by. In a corner, a small desk with a computer and printer. Different fur coats hanging in the closet matches up with skimpy dresses and quite a few leather jackets. A leopard print couch with throw pillows matching the purple bed covers and a throw blanket that matches the orange and pink curtains. Dark stained wooden furniture covered in stickers I’ve accumulated. A vanity made of the same wood with a drawer filled with my make-up collection. My usual look: blue eyeshadow, heavy black eye-liner, bright pink blush, a little bit of bronzer, porcelain pale cover up and of course, red lipstick. Most of the time, I’ll have long, acrylic nails; obnoxious as can be. My hair, long and black. A mannequin dressed up in lingerie. The bathroom and kitchen have black and white checkered tiles. The walls in both those rooms are a cream colored white but have spray paint graffiti all over them. The shower curtain and the fluffy toilet seat cover in the bathroom are blue. Brushes, straighteners, curlers, products, soaps and perfumes surround the sink. The kitchen is small, but I don’t cook anyway. There’s a fruit bowl next to some bottles of wine and a fridge filled with more beer than food covered in magnets I’ve accumulated from my travels. The plates, cups and mugs are all different, but I like it that way. The kitchen cabinets are a little see through. They have a frame and a handle but for the most part are stained glass. Various types of alcohol fill them. The walls throughout the place have guitars (electric and acoustic) hanging all over. There are paintings and framed posters everywhere. There’s a radio next to the window and a record player in the living room next to a shelf mixed with books I may or may not read and my vinyl records. Lava lamps of different colors in each room. There are no doors in the doorways that separate the small rooms. I hang colorful beads to hang from the door frame to the floor. I have mismatched lamps with vintage and cultural lampshades of all sorts. I have a black chair in the shape of a high heel, just because I like it. The wall next to this chair has a collage of Polaroid photos of me with my friends and family. Last, but not least, I have a plastic bin to keep all of my dirty needles and a drawer filled with foil, rooters, pipes, lighters, torches, all sorts of useful paraphernalia, and a safe filled with heroin, fentanyl and cocaine. This is where I see myself within the next five years. This type of lifestyle has appealed to me since I was a little girl. The darkness. The underbelly of a city. The neon signs in the night and the sounds of the city that others fear creeping in from my windows. I think this started to appeal to me young because my parents would take me to walk at Belmont Shores in Long Beach, California in the evenings. We’d get dinner and go window shopping there at least twice a month. I don’t think I’d feel more at home than I would in this environment I explained. Kind of that 70’s haunting prostitute vibe. Small, slightly crowded, but homey. I know this lifestyle sounds like the type a lot of people will do almost anything to get out of. But I find it comforting and enchanting.

[hobbitsnapes]

The Red Hoods Protègè chapter 8

Older Damian Wayne x ofc

(Photo made by my lovely friend @bakketsux)

Summary:Red hood has taken a young vigilante under his wing and subsequently changes Damians life forever. (I suck at summary’s)

The sound of feet tapping and General noise from the kitchen woke her up from her slumber. She rubbed her eyes to rid them of the cloudy vision she had and sat her head up, listening to see if it was actually real and not just a dream. Once she heard more noise she realized it was actually real and sat up.

The touch of the plush rug she had just got 2 days prior a welcoming sensation in her bare feet. Due to the dropping temperature making the hard wood floors uncomfortable to walk on.

She sat up fully and looked at the clock, the red numbers flashing 6:45 a.m. why would jason or Roy be out there making so much noise? Both men usually up at this time but are still so tired they hardly make noise.

She stood up and slipped on her slippers and a large robe and walked out the door, the sight in front of her making her double over in laughter

There stood Jason in an apron with flowers decorating it dancing and singing little bitty pretty one as he made pancakes.

When he hears her he spins around with a large smile on his face. He walks over to her and grabs her hands and starts to dance to the song with her, both laughing as if they lost their minds. “D-dad why, why are you doing this?” She says between laughter. “Does it matter?” Says Jason as he spins her around.

The pair dancing around the kitchen both now with spatulas in hand acting like they’re microphones.

They don’t even hear when Roy berguduantly walks into the kitchen. Only hearing him when he turns the music off.the two turn around and look at the large redhead with confusion. “It’s not even 8 in the morning. Why are you up dancing like a chicken with its head cut off.” the two look at one another and then to Roy.

Before he can move the two run and tackle him to the ground. A loud thud when they all hit as all three laugh in a pile on the floor.

As Damian walks to the same bench with Titus beside him he sees her standing with what looks to be a book bag on her arm. When he sees her funny a large smile stretches across his face at the small jump she does when she sees him.

She starts to run at him and he stretches his arms out to her but rather than running into his arms she crouches down to hug Titus. “Hii pretty boyy, oh I missed you so much.” She says in a baby voice to a very excited Titus who has now taken to liking her entire face. She laughs as Titus climbs on top of her and knocks her to the ground. But rather than pushing the large dog off she rubs behind his ears, the dog laying down on her as she does this.

She stands up and looks at Damian, with his usual clean shaven face and pushed back hair, but now wearing dark pants and a white long sleeve tucked into his pants.

He looks at her as she stands up, her short black hair having a soft wave to it, high waisted jeans with a slightly baggy white long sleeve cotton shirt tucked loosely into her jeans. Her electric blue eyes framed with just a simple mascara and what looks to be nothing else in her face.

Before Damian can say anything she reches up and takes him into a almost bone crushing hug. The action startling him until he snaps out of it and wraps his arms around her. Him having to slightly bend as she is significantly shorter than him. She rests her head on his shoulder and he does the same. She smells of a faint rose and vanilla sent. Probably a body wash rather than a perfume. Her breaths evening out the more he holds her. Neither wanting to let go until Titus nudges in between them.

They both laugh at the obviously jealous dog. They look into each other’s eyes and smile. “Never thought I’d see the day.” Confusion takes over her as he says this. “What do you mean?” “Never thought I’d see the day that you look even more stunning than usual.” A deep blush covers her face at his words. He chuckles at her as she dips her head down as she blushes.

The pair spend the rest of the day at the park, she had brought a bag full of fun toys for Titus to play with. The large dog never growing tired as they play fetch and run around the park until darkness falls over the city.

When they part ways they make a promise to get coffee the next morning. A large hug is shared as a goodbye as he watches her walk down her street back to her home.

And they continue this pattern for a few weeks, going to get coffee a few times a week in the morning at what is now their favorite cafè. It’s never crowded and it always smells of fresh baked goods as the two sit and catch up. They first started out by sitting across one another until one day Damian takes a seer beside her. Now the two sitting beside one another each time.

As the two get to know one another, they can feel the connection they share, as if it’s a small bubble that they are in. Their what once was a small look at one another can last for minutes. And during which Damian finds his arm wrapped around her.

Each time they part ways his heart pulls at the sight of her walking away. His heart beating fast each time she walks through the doors to him. He’s gotten her order memorized so much that when she gets there, he’s sat with her usual at their same spot.

All these times have been blissful, nobody coming up to them or any urgent phone calls. It’s as if everyone knew they were together and chose to not bother them.

That was until Damian and her decided to go to the park.

As the two walk towards the entrance of the park, a man runs up to them with a camera in his hands. “Hi there, I'm Mark and I work for the Gotham Gazette. And you’re Damian Wayne, the son of the billionaire Bruce Wayne. And you are? And where are you two going?” The man looks at her as she looks away from him to Damian, obviously very uncomfortable with the man asking who she is. “We’re going for a walk is all. And it’s none of your business to know who she is.” Damian says as he looks the man in the eye. His usually calm face now hard. His usual flirty and happy voice turned sting and annoyed. “Well I’m only asking what her name is.” Says the man now annoyed due to damians response. “Yes and I know why you’re asking for it. It’s not out of kindness but out of it’ll get you paid more to know who I’m with. And again, it’s none of your business.” As Damian says this he puts her slightly behind him, her arm wrapping around his as her head leans bows to the ground. “Is the reason you won’t tell me who she is is because you’re embarrassed to be seen with her?” The man says this with a smirk, thinking he’ll get a great story out of this. His smirk leaving his face at damians once annoyed face turned angry. “The actual reason I won’t is because you vulchers want to know every single detail about my family’s life. You want to know so you can snap a photo and write a poorly written story about her and have her face on front news so you get a few extra bucks. And for what you just insinuated about her and I due to you not getting your way I could make one phone call and have you fired. It’s not out of embarrassment. It’s out of respect for a human being not to be put out in front of everyone like a circus animal. Now, if I were you, I’d walk away with an apology to her and go find something else to exploit.” He stutters out an apology and briskly walks away with his head low. “You didn’t have to do that for me Damian.” “Yes I did, I didn’t like what he said about you and he had no right to even think it.” “Yes but there’s other ways to to go about it, you didn’t have to call him names or threaten to get him fired. A simple leave us be would have done the trick.” “I guess I’m just worried is all.” “Worried about what?” She tilts her head to the side as she asks this. “I’m worried about them getting to you. It’s been absolutely amazing these past few weeks just being with you, nobody asking questions or making assumptions or, anything. People make being famous this amazing thing when it’s not. It’s not all you can buy and parties and loved by everyone. It’s constantly checking to make sure you say and do the right thing, it’s worrying every time you’re out someone like him coming up to pry into your life, it’s always having eyes and expectations put on you. It’s fun when you’re a child. You think everyone loves you when in reality, you’re under a microscope.” “I have an idea!” Now Damian is the confused one. “What would that be?” “You said that people are always watching you right?” “Correct?” Now he’s even more confused. What could she be on about? “Then let’s have a day where you’re not Damian.” “I don’t think that’ll work.” “No im saying, get a disguise of some kind, get some clothes you never wear and some glasses and a hat.” “And how well do you think that’d work?” Damian asks, now amused at what she’s saying. “Well nobody’s deduced who Batman is and he only covers half his face.” This makes Damian laugh. “This is true, alright then. I’ll have to ask my friend for some of his clothes if we actually want this to work.” “Then let’s plan foorr, Saturday?” “Alright, I’ll text you the address of the place, I’ve been dying to take you there. And bundle up it’s quite chilly there.” “Alright, now let’s hurry up. I got bread to go train those ducks in the pond to do my dirty work.” A large laugh is heard from Damian at this.

As Jon takes the laundry to his room to fold he hears his phone ping. He goes and grabs it,thinking it’s a text from his mum asking to see if they ran out of milk. But what he sees is an unknown number with a single text. ‘I’m coming over.’ This frightens him as he doesn’t know who or how anyone would know not only his number but his address.

He doesn’t have time to get downstairs before a car pulls into the driveway. And out walks, Damian? What is he doing here? “Is your father or brother present?” “Um, no. Why are you here anyways.” “I’m in need of a favor.” This shocks Jon. What could Damian need that he doesn’t already have. “I have to borrow some of your clothing.” Now this shocks Jon further. “And why do you need my clothes?” “I have a date, and we decided that it’d be a good idea for me to be dressed in antire I don’t normally wear.” “So you and your girlfriend are dressing up in disguise so nobody will recognize you?” Jon says with a laugh as him and Damian go up into his room. “She’s not my girlfriend Kent.” “Yet.” This makes Damian blush and Jon laugh at his lack of response.

Jon searches through his closet until he finds clothes that would fit Damian, where Jon didn’t become as large as his father, he does stand a few inches taller than Damian. He gets out a few items that are typically too large on him and hands them to Damian. “These should do the truck. And good luck dames.” “Thanks, and so help me if you tell anyone about this I’ll shove a sword dipped in kryptonite so far up your ass it’ll end out your mouth.” “Secrets safe with me man.”

When she gets to the address of the place Damian texted her she looks around for Damian. A gasp leaving her when she finds him waiting at the door. “Oh my gosh you look so cute.” She says when she hugs him. He’s wearing light wash jeans, with a white t-shirt and a dark red flannel with a leather jacket over the top. His usually styled back hair flattened to his forehead due to the black beanie he’s wearing. His usually bright emerald green eyes covered by thick framed glasses. He looks nothing like the usually well dressed and confededemt man but looks like he walked out of a magazine nonetheless. “Yeah yeah yeah. You said to disguise myself so I did.” “Well I think you look very cute, you look cute in formal wear, casual wear, and a disguise.” “So you saying I look cute all the time?” Damian says with a smirk. “Yes, always.” “Well same goes for you.”

The two step inside and the coldness of the room truly sets in. She looks out and sees people out on a large ice rink, some are holding hands, others are skating fast around in what looks to be a race and others are falling flat in their ass.

They pay the man at the door and put on their skates. As she takes a step into the ice she feels her ankles shake and so she grabs onto the side of the rink. “Umm, did I mention I don’t know how to skate? Cause if I didn’t well I can’t skate.” This makes Damian laugh as he watches her grip for dear life to the side of the rink. Her knees bent as she tries to move but looks more like a baby deer. “Here, come and grab my hands.” Damian says as he places his hands over hers. She slowly grabs his hands but starts to shake as he takes her hands away from the walls and into his. “Do you trust me?” “Yes.” This makes Damian smile. “Then trust that I won’t let you fall. Now I need you to turn around okay?” “O-okay” as she turns around on shaky legs, she feels damians flush his body to her back and let’s go of her hands to wrap around her front mid section. She instantly relaxes into his hold as they slowly start to skate around. Her arms over his as they move along the ice. His head leans down close to hers, she can smell his cinnamon chapstick with his lips being so close to her. “See I promised I wouldn’t let you fall. When you’re with me, I don’t want you to worry, I won’t let anything bad hurt you.” “I know, I feel safe when I’m with you.” This makes damians heart beat faster. Never once has he felt the way he does for her and her saying that she feels safe with him, warms his heart beyond belief.

They skate around some more in silence for some time, just enjoying their time together. “See that guy right there? The one in the green jacket?” “Yes? What about him?” She asks Damian. “His feet are wobbling the faster he goes, in about five seconds he’s gonna fall on his ass.” And sure enough, in just a few seconds the man goes from looking confident with his skating to falling on the ice. This makes her throw her head back into Damian and laugh, her laugh shaking her chest and simultaneously making Damian chuckle at her. Her nose and cheeks flushed due to the cold temperature of the room and her smile wide across her face. “You look so beautiful when you laugh.” As he says this she blushes, but before she can lower her head like usual, he grabs her chin and plants a soft kiss to her temple. The action making her gasp and flush deeper. Damian chuckles at her shock and mentally pats himself on the back. He’s wanted to kiss her for the longest time, but opted out a kiss to her rosebud lips for her temple.

The two skate around until the rink closes, both again making plans for the following weekend to the same restaurant they had their first date. But where their usual goodbye hug is replaced with her giving him a soft kiss to his cheek. A shock going through him as her soft pillowy lips touch his face.

As the two wait for their dinner they chat about what happened throughout the week, even though each night they find themselves texting until they can’t keep their eyes open. “Yes I know trying to smuggle in a pot belly pig into a mansion isn’t my greatest idea, but I couldn’t help but take her home when I found her.” “Why don’t you just have a farm built to house all your animals dames? I bet that'd make your family happier than to walk in and see another animal running around?” There’s plenty of Rome’s I can put them. Besides, it’s always funny when one of them gets into drakes room and rips his pillows apart.” This makes her laugh. “You really can’t stand him can you?” “We're way better than when we were younger. But it’s still really funny when my animals mess with him.” She laughs as he says this, his obvious dislike for his older brother apparent.

The two sit and enjoy their meals, chatting until a song is played. She gasps and stands up, grabbing his hands in hers. “This is my favorite song, please dance with me?” “We're at a restaurant, people will think we’re mad.” Damian laughs “and this is Gotham, plus we’re away from anyone who can watch us. Please dames?” Damian gives in and holds her to him, one hand in hers and the other on her lower back as he gently sways her to the music. “What song is this?” “It’s by the singer birdy, it’s called wings. I’ve loved it for years.”

The two sway to the song until the chorus comes on, she starts to lip sync to the song and this makes Damian chuckle. Her arms above him as they sway faster to the beet. The two sway to the song wrapped in one another’s arms until the end of the song.

As the two head out the door, hands locked together they spot a group of people, all with cameras watching them and are walking towards the pair. Damian tenses up as he sees them, knowing that they’ll bombard them both with flashes and questions. They both turn to one another and before he can say anything she takes a firm hold of his hand. “I know what to do.” “What’s that?” “RUN!” She yells, Damian barely hearing her before they start taking off down the street. They laugh as they pick up their speed, now at a full sprint. They see a bench in their way and both jump over it, they duck under some hanging plants in the way as they take off. They keep running even when they cross the street. They yell and laugh as they run, probably looking as if they’ve lost their minds. But neither caring at all at the moment.

They finally stop when they find themselves at the park, now vacant of anyone due to the late hour. They stand there as they catch their breath. Both laughing still. “I can’t believe we just did that!” Damian yells, “did you-did you see their face!” “No I was trying to run!” This made both have another fit of laughter. Blood still coursing through them and excitement still preset. They laugh some more, until they both look at one another. His hair no longer in a neat style, now messy with his face flushed and a large smile on his face. Her once neatly curled hair unruly and a mess with flushed cheeks.

They stop laughing as they lock eyes, their breathing slows to an almost stop. Before either can think they lean in at the same time. Lips crashing together as what could only be discribed as a pull so tight finally letting go. They both let out a sigh as their lips move in perfect harmony. His cinnamon chapstick blended with the tea he drank earlier making her yearn more for him. Her hands hold onto the sides of his face as his arms wrap around her, holding her tightly to him as all the emotions and want finally exploding between the two. They can feel the sheer passion and yearning between them as their lips move together. His hand going from her back to the back of her neck to hold her closer to him as their lips dance. Her hands going into his hair and lightly pulling the stands into her fingers to ground herself. A groan leaving him at the action. Her hands travel from his hair to the front of his shirt, pulling at the material. They break apart as they giggle, Damian unbuttoning his shirt as they smile into the kiss. Once damians gotten his shirt off he takes her jacket off of her, the cold air sending a shiver up her spine and a gasp to leave her lips. He wraps his arms back around her the warmth surrounding her as his lips cover hers like a plush blanket, his arms enveloping her as his hands hold her as if he was pouring out every emotion he can through them. His hair softer than she could imagine as she held it between her fingers. He lays her down on the damp grass, what would usually be prickly to her skin is a comfortable tickle that intensifies her nerves as shocks fill both of them. She removes her hands from his hair and run them down his neck to his shoulders, she runs the pads of her fingers across his body as a shudder comes from him at the contact. He grabs a hold of her thigh with his hand and grips it, the action causing her to moan into his mouth. His grip on her tighter due to the sound. Her lips remove from his as they kiss at his exposed neck, a moan mixed with a stutter leaves him as her soft warm lips wrap around his pulse point. The pleasure causing him to shake. He lets out small moans as her tongue runs around his neck as pleasure shocks through him. He can’t take it anymore and pulls her mouth back to his, their tongues meeting as they deepen the kiss. They lay there tangled in each other, the darkness around them and the chill air a distant memory to them.

They lay there facing one another, his arm under both their heads as the other wraps around her, pulling her to him. Her fingers running softly arose the side of his face and neck. As both lay there, so close their breaths melding into one, they share another small kiss, lips barely touching as they do. As Damien looks at her he smiles, a large lovesick smile covers his face as he looks at her. Her hair now even more of a mess, flushed cheeks and her usual soft lips taking on the color of a deep red rose. “What are you doing to me?” Damian whispers, it’s as if he takes any louder he’ll disrupt the calm atmosphere around them. “And what are you doing to me?” “I know what I’m doing.” Damian whispers to her, his lips ghosting over hers. “I’m falling for you.” Their lips meet again, basking in one another as they lay under the stars, neither being a billionaire son or masked vigilantes, they’re just themselves in that moment.

Tags: @comic-nerd-dc @psychovigilantewrites

[z-iridest]

(A/N: Named after the song of the same name, this one shot is for a dear friend, @rebdvision hope you enjoy it, my friend ^.^)

Electric Love: A Bruno x Female! reader one shot

It all started with an email......

For starters, you weren't what people would call a typical girl. Most girls liked wearing makeup, doing their hair, flirting with boys and above all avoiding getting dirty at all costs. You, on the otherhand...

Well, not so much... You sucked at flirting, and being a tomboy had it's downfalls, but it's not like you minded. You were a mechanic, top of your class and had, as valedictorian, graduated just the previous year from N.D.I.T. It was your dream to be a Duel Runner Mechanic... Heck, you've watched all of the Turbo Duels since you were a little kid! The newly assembled 5Ds team held a special place in your heart, though. Yusei Fudo was the master of machines and the King of Turbo Duels, Jack Atlas was the old king but still the Master of Faster, not to mention the "Black Bullet" Crow Hogan himself.... Their main mechanic beside Yusei, however, was the one who truly caught your eye...

The sweet mannered, polite, extremely talented mechanic Bruno Borrelli was the reason you were so caught up with the 5DS team... A lot of people only saw the Turbo Duelists, but you had a special place in your heart for the mechanics behind the scenes, the mechanics that made sure the Turbo Duels ran smoothly and efficiently. Sure, you admired the Turbo Duelists, but.... You were better at mechanics than Duel Monsters. Which was why, during the last week of school, you had sent an email to Bruno Borrelli. You had asked if you could get some on the job experience with him and the 5DS on the mechanic side of things. You weren't expecting him to even look at the email, let alone respond...

But, not even an hour after the email was sent, you got this reply:

[Hi, Y/N! It's really nice to meet you! Anyways, I talked to my friends, and they gave it the green light. Can you meet me at the Cafè la Geen next week? It's that little coffee shop across the street from the Poppo Time Clockshop. We'll meet in person and talk specifics then. I can't wait to meet you!

-Bruno Borrelli

P.S.: Here's my number just in case: (XXX) XXX-XXXX I look forward to meeting you in person]

Not gonna lie, you might have fangirled... Just a little... Then came the nerves....

So, now here you were, dressed as nice as you could while still wearing clothing appropriate for mechanic work. You had made your way to the Cafè la Geen, sitting at an outside table while drinking an iced Blue Eyes Mountain coffee. You were minding your own business, honestly just chillin'... Your e/c eyes were observing the world around you, your h/c flowing in the slight breeze.

[art-by-rozzai]

a sequel to the band au headcannons? u fucking know it

https://jacksmellington101.tumblr.com/post/186483036220/band-au-headcannons-more-likely-than-u-think

c h e c k o u t t h e f i r s t o n e p l e a s e ^

badadadada guess what the boys have grADUATED HIGH SCHOOL!!! yayy!! after self titled blew up, the friends continued writing and wrote another album! this time they strayed from they’re original a lot, picking up a new style while mainting parts of the old style. think going from tøp to panic! at the disco (sorry i’m a slut for emo bands😤)

roman played acoustic and electric gutair in the album instead of uke, logan played bass and even got a chance to play cello in one song!! they’re identities are still a secret tho, so they decide to make a dramatic lead up to the drop of their album

logan goes first-at first he really enjoyed the secret identities but now? he just feels guilty for no reason??? garbage!!!!

so on the youtube channel they have (remember the one they originally posted taxi cab on? that one) he makes a video that starts off as audio and a black screen. the video then goes on to show footage of logan as a child learning cello, middle school logan shredding on the bass, space and cities and grades and perfectionism and fear/denial of feelings all while logan tells a story about “the boy who loves stars and sounds” eventually revealing his identity with the last sentence-

“the boys nickname was logic, but now he thinks he can trust u all. he wants you to call him logan-logan croft. and he wants to thank you all for the support. he loves you all” and a silent shot of logan shyly waving to the camera

the internet goes c r a z y

everyone is freaking out

what does this mean

they are real??? they have names??? they’re telling us their names???

logan thinks he’s going to throw up when he sees himself featured on phillip de franco’s channel, youtuber news and even a small section in “extra” on nbc

patton is so happy for logan!! but he doesn’t want logan to feel singled out, so he tells the group he wants to make his reveal next. everyone’s cool with it! on top of this, the friends are searching desperately for a place to live, when a four bedroom apartment is up for rent in nyc. instantly, they decide to move.

patton is so excited to live with his best best best friends-especially logy! he loves virgil and roman, they’re his best friends but something about logan is-different

oh

oh

roman puts on some facade that he is only pumped to be living with them bcuz it will help create more albums but after a rare moment on the roof of his soon to be old house with virgil, roman knows that he doesn’t think he’d be as happy as he is without them. him and virgil spend a long time together watching the thunder on his roof, and though virgil is mesmerized by the flashing light, roman can’t stop watching the way the light reflects off virgil’s features. his freckles, his pale skin his-

oh

o h

f u c k

anyways patton’s turn to reveal!! his video is a lot less serious than logan’s! it’s animated too!! bcuz patton is pretty good at art, and he has a similiar style to odd1sout so the video is kind of like one of those! it’s bright and funny and explains all of patton’s expierence with music. how playing the drums helps him manage his adhd, how he thinks everyone should learn to appreciate the little things (he then animates in dogs and butterflies and sunshine)

he also talks about feelings-how anything u may be feeling is always valid-nothing is wrong, or not allowed. he ends the video similarly by flipping the camera to his smiling face and saying “and i, patton hart approve this message! thank you guys for being the best fandom ever! just remember that i beLEAF in all of you!!” he giggles before tossing a bunch of leaves at the camera.

and for the second time in two weeks, the internet breaks

he’s so pure ohmygod he’s just so relatable and sweet and we must protect him at all costs-

people really ship logan and patton

and now that the four friends have really moved in together, logan seems to find himself noticing rather annoying feelings of...infatuation with the human version of a golden retriever

but patton is so cute and makes his little nerd heart go badumbadumbadumbadu-

the next week is here and it’s romans turn to reveal his name! his video is obviously super extravagant-he makes it a skit of sorts. the video features him acting out of a lot of real life experiences-things like him practicing uke and getting leads and writing and playing dress up as a kid and posting covers and learning gutair and painting, as well as times where he breaks down, moments where he feels too stupid to do anything and moments where he feels plain worthless.

none of those make him any less of a prince-“roman prince, actually. you all have given me so much, and it’s time i give you all something. you are all worth so much, my ladies, lords and non-binary royalty. keep creating!” and he winks at the camera before covering it with his hand

internet break

fuck

everyone’s like wow roman hot

also ship wars are breaking out-royalty, logince and logicality, as they have been dubbed, are all in question. which member belongs with which.

people are also picking favorites, however this one evens out a lot more. everyone has one member they prefer slightly more, but still love each of them dearly

virgil finds roman immdiatly after he posts the video-romans sitting at his computer staring at the comments, gripping his mug of tea so tight that his knuckles are turning white. virgil rips his away from the internet and takes him to go get starbucks-it’s the end of october now and they pick a spot by the corner of the cafè

virgil gets a pumpkin spiced latte with extra espresso and roman gets a pink drink-they play pictionary on the windows that have been taken over by condensation

it’s these little moments that make roman fall even more in love with virgil-and virgil’s falling too

and then it’s the last week of october-virgil’s video is scheduled to drop on the monday, and their new album with drop on the friday

virgil’s video is just him talking- he’s wearing a plain black hoodie, the video starts off black and white. the only thing the camera shows is his torso, cutting off the view of his face completely. virgil talks about his dealing with anxiety and even deppression, and how mental health is messy and not fun but everything gets better. and how music helped drag him out of some of the darkest places in his life. he talks about his headphones and his frustrations in school and his lack of friends up until recently. the video slowly adds color.

before the end of the video, virgil plays a bit of “ingenue” by thomas yorke- before it cuts to a shot of him wearing his iconic hoodie and his bangs are in virbrant purple. “and on the inside i’m the same as you. a nerdy little fanboy with mental health issues and a shitty sleep schedule. but thank you so much-you’ve given me something i never thought i’d have: actual friends, people who love music the way i do, people who connect with me. so i want you to know my name....my name is virgil storm. i love you trash goblins so so much, and just remember that no matter what your brain says, you can be a good guy.” he gives his salute and the camera goes black.

virgil feels like he’s going to throw up the minute he pushes post. logan finds him crying into his pillow, and helps him calm down before the two drive logan’s jeep to the edge of the woods and stare up at the sky together

and then our left brained bois complain about they’re growing crushes, about they’re growing lives about everything in between

logan is so grateful for virgil-his quiet, shy friend understands him so well without being too talkative

they just really love each other like brothers

k so this is getting super long so i might make one more after lmao anyways thanks sm for checking this out and just say that u want to b added to the tag list and u will!! xoxo

tags- @athenashipsthings and @flowersheep

[antifainternational]

January 20, Utrecht - Repressions against Anarchists and Antifascists in Russia

How the FSB is Manufacturing a Terrorism Case Against Antifascists in Russia. In the run-up to presidential elections and the FIFA World Cup, repressions against antifascists and anarchists started in Russia. In Autumn 2017, 6 people were arrested in Penza; several of them had weapons and explosives planted on them. FSB officers then tortured the antifascists right in the detention facility: they applied naked wires to the activists’ various body parts and turned the electricity on, they beat them up, hanged them upside down. While torturing them, the agents made the activists learn by heart the story the FSB needed: they were supposed to confess of having founded and belonging to a terrorist organization called “The Network”. In late January 2018, two more antifascists were arrested in Saint-Petersburg. They, too, were beaten up, tortured with electric current, and forced to incriminate themselves by confirming they were members of the “Network”. Come to Book-Cafè the Barricade (at ACU, Voorstraat 71) to discuss and know more about this case. 16:00 - Library opens 17:30 - Info talk starts 19:00 - Food from Barriccoons Kitchen

[cartierswift]

—invisible (lrh)

* for sophie *

—

you didn’t understand. everything was fine. more than fine, actually. things were perfect. you met luke when you were just 16. he was 17 and travelling the world with his best friends and you were just a junior in high school. it was a cool day in amsterdam. the leaves were changing colours, and you were sitting on a park bench absolutely clueless that you were about to meet the love of your life. luke, trying to avoid the pestering paps managed to get away for a few minutes and catch his breath on the same bench. instantly, he noticed the way your brown hair caught lighter in the sun and darker under the shade of the tree, he caught notice of the way your lips turned up after every lyric ended, but mostly it was your voice. the way you sang as if you weren’t in the middle of a park, the way his chest tighten everytime you sang a word. he knew right then and there that it was you. you were the one for him.

“pretty chilly here isn’t it?” he said, looking over to see if he caught your attention. you did a double take around the area, confused as to why someone was disturbing your alone time. the moment your brown eyes caught his blue ones, you melted. you were at a lost for words. his golden blonde locks were messy with last nights slumber and his plump lips were glistening. you were a sucker for lip rings.

“i guess. you get used to it eventually” you smiled back.

“is that so? i guess i’ll need to come by more often.” his eyes never leaving yours.

“i guess so.” you didn’t know why, but you were nervous. you wanted to make a good impression on this boy. you wanted him to remember you.

“maybe i can get your number? you know. so i can have a reason to come back.” he said a bit quieter. you nodded and typed your number into his phone refusing to give in to your nerves. after you were done, you couldn’t help but give him a big smile. you were proud you were able to attract someone good looking and you knew that this was going to be something special.

“i’m luke.”

“sophie.”

—

after that, everything else just fell into place. you and luke stayed together through everything. scandals, hate, tours, and everything else in between. you graduated and moved to LA to be with him. you couldn’t imagine your life without him. everything was perfect. the days consisted of football games on the TV, painting and then repainting the bedroom walls, helping luke write music, basically doing everything together. you went on tour with him, you got along great with the boys. nothing could ruin what you guys have together. some people say that if it’s meant to be, nothing can make them leave. and you agreed there was no force in the world that could take luke from you or you from him.

however, something in 2017 changed. the once happy relationship you guys held was crumbling. luke was snapping faster than usual, you were left in bed every night with an empty space holding on to your pillow to try and fill the void he left you with. your dreams filled with all the happy moments. the beautiful colours of your relationship were fading to grey and luke simply didn’t care. after every fight, he turned his back and walked away. you wouldn’t let it go though. you gave up everything to be with luke, you sacrificed a huge writing career to live in LA, your parents didn’t understand and you had left amsterdam with nasty words in your heart for them, your friends were limited to the boys and their girlfriends and a few from back home that didn’t understand what you and luke had. you had given up so much and you were not going to let it go to waste. your love with luke was special and you knew it. something else was going on behind the scenes.

then it got even worse. luke wouldn’t even leave his bed. his once happy self had completely diminished, he began to push you and the boys away. at this point you knew that something was wrong and it wasn’t your relationship. you called luke’s mom and she had told you the hard truth that luke had tried his best to hide from you. when luke was 12 he was diagnosed with clinical depression. the gene had run in the family and luke had inherited it. there was no explanation as to why. sometimes he just got sad and he needed space. it was all about patience liz had told you. so you listened. you held onto luke at night, you would kiss his shoulder and you would mumble an “i love you” or an “i’m always here baby”. and he would whisper the same words back. you thought things would get better after some time but three days later and things were still the same. luke refused to eat or interact with anybody. the boys would come over but they wouldn’t get anything out of luke. even the fans noticed that luke wasn’t the same, he went online even less and would rarely stop to take pictures when fans caught the rare glimpse of him outside. everybody was worried and what was even worse is that they were blaming you. most of them said you were probably abusive, others said that luke had become miserable in your “pr relationship” none of it was true and it only hurt luke even more that he couldn’t find it in him to defend you because he feared the fans finding out about his depression.

days turned into weeks and at this point you were begging luke to go back to his therapist, but he refused. he said these things happened all the time to him. but you knew it was more than that. things like this happened but not to this extent. you knew he needed help. you decided to take matters into his own hands and told luke you were going to go out and grab some lunch with calum. something regular as you two were very close. luke didn’t mind, but as you said your byes he held you just a bit longer than usual and his kissed lingered a bit more. you figured it was him just trying to reassure you that he was fine. you told him you love him and then made your way to the cafè to meet with calum. when you got there, you told calum everything. how hard it has been on him, but you even cried and told him how hard it has been on you. that you didn’t understand, that luke was everything to you, that you wanted to help but that you didn’t want to pressure him. calum comforted you and soaked in every word. luke was his best friend and he felt this just as hard as you did. so after 2 hours of discussion you and calum had come up with a plan to bring a therapist to luke next week. it was all you guys could truly think about. you bid your farewells and you promised you would text him when you arrived safely.

when you go to your door, something didn’t feel right. you opened the door to your home and immediately knew something was wrong. you called for luke but there was no answer. now you knew for sure that something had gone wrong, luke always responded to your arrival. it was the one thing you held onto everyday. your rushed to the bathroom door and you burst in, not caring about what the situation behind could be. you wish you hadn’t. you wish you had opened with a bit more caution. right infront of your eyes was like, but it wasn’t luke. all you could see was his body on the floor and the a container of pills clutched in his palm. you fell to your knees, shaking him with one half while you dialled 911. you could only pray that you weren’t too late. in his other hand you found a few notes. the first page read:

“sing this when the time is right. i love you sophie.”

you flipped to the next page and it was a song written by luke, you can tell by his handwriting right away that it was recent, his letters having a little bit of a tremble to them. on the top of the page the title was louder than any other word on the sheet: Invisible.

—

the time had come. a sea of black before your eyes. hundreds of people had filled the church, and there were more waiting outside. it had been weeks since the incident, but you still didn’t understand. how the love your life just slipped between your fingers? how he thought he was alone? the boys tried to comfort you in any way that they could. but they knew nothing would ever fill the emptiness luke had left you with. most days you couldn’t get up from bed, most of the time it was ashton who was shoving food down your throat. most nights calum had to sleep in the guest room because the nightmares had become too much to handle by yourself. and it was michael who had checked you into the hospital when you broke down, and lost all the air in your lungs while you begged god for the love of you life back. the doctors said it was trauma, you walked in on your boyfriend dead. others say it’s for attention. but you knew what it was: devastation. luke had only managed to pass his sorrow to you and thousands of others. as people went up one by one and said their words about luke, there wasn’t a dry eye in the room. you were holding onto calum as your sobs shook your entire body. you couldn’t go up there anymore. you couldn’t save luke, it was the boys who deserved to sing his song. his final words to everyone.

but the boys knew what luke wanted. he wanted it to be you. he wanted you to be the one to sing his explanation. the song was written for your voice and nobody else’s. so when it was your turn and when everybody’s wet eyes turned to you, you swallowed your sadness and told the crowd everything. how you and luke met. how he gave you this feeling of electricity. how even on your saddest days he found beauty. how you still can’t find it in you to believe that he’s gone. you still think this is all some sick joke. you told them what his note said. that he claimed he was gone along time ago. that most nights even though you held onto him, it was still him and his shadow and everything he did or said that he regretted. that he didn’t know who he was anymore. he just knew he didn’t want to be here anymore. that he was sorry and that he knows he’s loved. but what he also knows is a type of sadness that he can’t find words for, all he can really say is it’s the time that grabs onto your chest and makes you feel things you don’t ever want your worst enemy to feel. he wants the band to keep going. he knows they won’t but he wants them to give the fans everything in them. most of all, he wanted to let everyone know that the fans were his anchor. he’s sorry he disappeared but they never left his mind and they will never leave his heart. he hopes that nobody ever feels the way he did. he writes about love and tragedy and that once you find something you love, don’t let anyone take it away from you ever. he writes about the love of his life and how you would take the pain away and put it on your shoulders. he wants to tell everyone they now officially have a guardian angel.

“and in luke’s final wishes,” you take a deep breath. this is for luke. this is for luke. this is for luke. your eyes catch the band, a reassuring smile on their faces. “he’s asked that i perform his final piece of art.” you look up to the ceiling, you know he’s sitting on a cloud with his tongue out teasing you about being nervous. “come on sophie, don’t be nervous loser.” he would tease if he could.

“ladies and gentlemen, this song is called: Invisible”