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omegaremix · 4 months ago

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September 15 & 16, 2022.

Cold Waves X. It was a four-month wait from purchase to admission. I owed it to myself to go because goddamn it I’m a fucking industrialist. How should I even miss an opportunity to go to Brooklyn’s Warsaw and be around my type of people that are almost non-existent on Long Island? Plus, Paul Barker, Chris Connelly, and Front 242 would be there. It would be the third and final show of the year I’d attend, capping off a amazing run that started with Boy Harsher in April and continued with Sacred Bones 15th Anniversary (May).

Never had I traveled to New York City on back-to-back days. But the money spent on tickets and round-trip train fare was doubly worth it. I was met with two almost-perfect days of blue skies, white clouds, and nice leveled temperatures. Two days of driving westward on the Long Island Expressway, down Sagtikos Parkway, through Southern State to Rt. 231, and heading south to Rt. 27A to the Babylon stop to Penn Station with alphabet and number lines back and forth to boot, followed by breezy night drives down 27A and Sunrise Highway / Rt. 27 at 3AM. A sense of perfect pitch-black quiet and normalcy waited at the end as a response to two days of unforgettable acts.

No journey to Brooklyn and back wasn’t without being drenched in heavy sweat traversing through subway lines, race-walking on the broken concrete, and standing in one spot for five hours. I’d meet an older gentleman in his Seventies who, like me on Friday’s half, wore a Killing Joke shirt. His debut album to my “Turn To Red”. I’d meet some pretty interesting characters at the stations including a Tommy Conte look-a-like smootching his boyfriend, an Asian girl in a purple dress who’s thigh was bloodied and bandaged, hot wicked pale leatherettes, and a boyfriend who boarded the ‘E’ line with his girlfriend who was literally covered with deep red hickeys from neck to chest.

It was an event incomparable to the Sacred Bones’ showcase before it, or the ten-hour endurance test that was Hospital Productions’ 20th Anniversary. A double-headed victory, nonetheless. And I have the tracklist to prove it:

Male Tears: “Dealer”

Bedbug: “Songs About Ghosts”

Gauche: “Cycles”

Smash Your Enemies: “Faithless”

Courtney Love (indie): “Stripmine”

Axe Rash: “Bury Your Way Out”

Curse Mackey: “After You, Destruction”

Ducks Ltd.: “Sheets Of Grey”

Gauche: “Boom Hazard”

Nick Klein: “A Bundle And Some Speakers”

JPEGMAFIA: “The 27 Club”

Beirut: “So Slowly”

Dead Leaf Echo: “Milk.blue.kisses (Foil In Motion)”

Marine Girls: “On My Mind”

Katy & Nick: “Dinner Line”

Pom Pom Squad: “Popular”

Thanks For Coming: “Hard Drive”

Male Tears: “2AM”

Traps PS: “Prim Dancer”

7 Year Bitch: “You Smell Lonely”

Mediaslaves: “%”

Restraining Order: “Upper Class Bum”

Revolting Cocks: “Get Down” (EXT)

Old Iron: “Planetisimal”

Courtney Love: “My Last Night”

Television Personalities: “Happy Families”

Soda Lilies: “At Night” (demo)

Paper Dollhouse: “Emeralds”

Marbled Eye: “New Crease”

Male Tears: “Hit Me”

Silent Servant: “Slasher”

Siouxsie & The Banshees: “Party’s Fall”

Katy & Nick: “Sailor”

Kaputt: “Accordion”

Guerilla Toss: “Famously Alive”

Television Personalities: "Posing At The Roundhouse”

Totally Unicorn: “Dead Before A Live Audience”

Infinity Land: “Small Town Ritual Abuse”

DJ Muggs & Riggs: “Heads On The Wall”

Acumen Nation: “Gun Lover”

Mess: “F.T.W.”

JPEGMAFIA: “What’s Crackin”

Michael Berdan: “Combat Shock (Sentimental About the Taste of Gun Oil)“

Breakfast Muff: "Crocodile”

Mr. Elevator: “I Am The Moon”

Belk: “Question Of Stress”

Fight Amp: “Ex Everything”

Spike Hellis: “Rook”

Baby Strange: “Midnight”

Smirk: “Irrelevant Man”

Vandal Moon: “Young. Deadly. Beautiful”

Exek: “ID'ed”

Akitsa: “Vers La Victoire”

Happy Meals / Free Love: “May You Be The Mother”

Sunrot: “21%”

Vandal Moon: “Queen Of The Night”

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omegaplus · 1 year ago

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# 4,488

September 15 & 16, 2022.

Male Tears: “Dealer”

Bedbug: “Songs About Ghosts”

Gauche: “Cycles”

Smash Your Enemies: “Faithless”

Courtney Love (indie): “Stripmine”

Axe Rash: “Bury Your Way Out”

Curse Mackey: “After You, Destruction”

Ducks Ltd.: “Sheets Of Grey”

Gauche: “Boom Hazard”

Nick Klein: “A Bundle And Some Speakers”

JPEGMAFIA: “The 27 Club”

Beirut: “So Slowly”

Dead Leaf Echo: “Milk.blue.kisses (Foil In Motion)”

Marine Girls: “On My Mind”

Katy & Nick: “Dinner Line”

Pom Pom Squad: “Popular”

Thanks For Coming: “Hard Drive”

Male Tears: “2AM”

Traps PS: “Prim Dancer”

7 Year Bitch: “You Smell Lonely”

Mediaslaves: “%”

Restraining Order: “Upper Class Bum”

Revolting Cocks: “Get Down” (EXT)

Old Iron: “Planetisimal”

Courtney Love: “My Last Night”

Television Personalities: “Happy Families”

Soda Lilies: “At Night” (demo)

Paper Dollhouse: “Emeralds”

Marbled Eye: “New Crease”

Male Tears: “Hit Me”

Silent Servant: “Slasher”

Siouxsie & The Banshees: “Party’s Fall”

Katy & Nick: “Sailor”

Kaputt: “Accordion”

Guerilla Toss: “Famously Alive”

Television Personalities: Posing At The Roundhouse”

Totally Unicorn: “Dead Before A Live Audience”

Infinity Land: “Small Town Ritual Abuse”

DJ Muggs & Riggs: “Heads On The Wall”

Acumen Nation: “Gun Lover”

Mess: “F.T.W.”

JPEGMAFIA: “What’s Crackin”

Michael Berdan: “Combat Shock (Sentimental About the Taste of Gun Oil)"

Breakfast Muff: "Crocodile"

Mr. Elevator: "I Am The Moon"

Belk: "Question Of Stress"

Fight Amp: "Ex Everything"

Spike Hellis: "Rook"

Baby Strange: "Midnight"

Smirk: "Irrelevant Man"

Vandal Moon: "Young. Deadly. Beautiful"

Exek: "ID'ed"

Akitsa: "Vers La Victoire"

Happy Meals / Free Love: "May You Be The Mother"

Sunrot: "21%"

Vandal Moon: "Queen Of The Night"

#personal #NYC #New York City #BK #Brooklyn #Cold Waves

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duskofendflame · 1 year ago

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ooc; TOA Anniversary Munday!

Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is.

Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing!

Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.

tagging: you! :D

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Name: Vergil (Also go by Envy but I want to get used to the fun and totally nonbinary name of Vergil)

Pronouns: she/he/they

Birthday (no year): November 14th

Where are you from? What is your time zone? Iowa, Central time zone babyyyyy

Roleplay experience: About the one year I've spent in TOA teehee

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Got any pets? I have a cat named Blue :D

Favorite time of year: Autumn

Some interests and things you like: Wouldn't you like to know weather boy? (Don't ask about my interests I will never shut up)

Some funfacts & trivia about you: What if a guy was just a little autism boy with a fucked up gender :p

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? Resident Evil, Xenoblade, Devil May Cry, etc. (I couldn't think of anymore but I know there's more)

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: Dragon! Appletun :softsmile: and also Quagsire, because I love him

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How did you get into Fire Emblem? A friend of mine introduced it to me in 6th grade and like any autistic child I immediately got completely obssessed

What Fire Emblem games have you played? Played myself is just Awakening, Fates, Warriors (pensive), Three Houses, Three Hopes (Never finished), and Engage :D. I just started Blazing Blade (finished Lyn mode, played first chapter of Eliwood mode. This will probably be wrong by tomorrow. I have to see my babygirl.)

First Fire Emblem game: Fates

Favorite Fire Emblem game: Fates (crying). (Could become Blazing once I finish)

Any Fire Emblem crushes? Camilla, because she was my lesbian Awakening. Though pretty much any woman will get me :flushed: Ursula most recently.

If you’ve played the following games, who was your first S support? - Awakening: Chrom - Fates: Jakob- Three Houses: Claude I think - Engage: Alfred (Male Alear)

Favorite Fire Emblem class: Kinshi Knight (birb :))

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class? Either a Malig Knight or a Kinshi Knight. WEEEEEEEE

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? Black Eagles

If you were an Engage character, which Emblem would you Engage with? Corrin :3

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How did you find TOA? I stalked the twitter for like a year before I finally decided to give it a shot after seeing a wanted list :)

Current TOA muses: Kurthnaga and Corrin (M). Secret third (wouldn't you like to know weather boy?)

Who was your first TOA muse? If you don’t have them anymore, could you see yourself picking them up again? Velouria, maybe if under the right circumstances. It would take a lot to bring her back though.

Have you had any other TOA muses? Morgan (F), Izana, Zephia, Cadros. Anankos (don't look at me)

Do you think you have a type of character you gravitate towards? Dragon and/or inhuman in some sort of way. Or mage boys/girls. Teens with issues as well. What if a guy was emotionally constipated at 15.

What do you believe you enjoy writing the most? Uh. I don't know :pensive:

Favorite TOA-related memory: Kurthnaga/Valter dollhouse married :3

Got any delusions that didn’t see the light of day in TOA that you’d like to share? Points at my unused Yukimura blog. And the Ursula blog I made yesterday that will never get used because I know nothing about elibe FLKSLKJDSJLK

#ooc: what should i do now?#ooc post #//reposting bc old one was already technically wrong #//i know it's not monday anymore shhhhh

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poppletonink · 1 year ago

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BOOK REVIEW: All Good Things - Amanda Prowse

★★★★☆ - 4 stars

"All good things come to those who wait. Just you wait and see."

Money, happiness, perfection - the Kelleways had it all. The golden family of Four Oaks; the perfect family that people can't help but stare at from afar. Daisy Harrop wanted nothing more than to be like them - to escape her boring life, with her depressed mother and the shabbiest house on the street. Winnie Kelleway couldn't be more proud of her family, of their riches, of their image. Celebrating her 40th wedding anniversary with her husband, her children and her grandchildren is all the proof needed of how perfectly happy her life is. Except, everyone has their secrets, don't they? As each of the Kelleway's secrets come to light the perfect life Winnie has built begins to fall apart. Events spiral out of control and Daisy and Winnie learn that things aren't always what they seem.

All Good Things is, in a way, the perfect hybrid between Gossip Girl and Melanie Martinez' song Dollhouse. It's extremely dramatic (in a manner similar to a soap opera) creating an effect of not wanting to put it down. The twists and turns are really unexpected and it keeps you completely and utterly hooked until the very last word.

Cleo and Georgie were the only characters with a sense of sanity. They would actually be bearable in real life, unlike 95% of the cast of this book. Cassian was undoubtedly the best character - he just wanted to be happy and for his family to be happy. Pretty much everyone else was self-absorbed, superficial and materialistic. I found Winnie genuinely unbearable; half of the time it seemed like she lived a life constantly wearing rose tinted glasses and the other half she was judging every single person she met. All Good Things is a very character based book, with characters who are extremely flawed in order to prove the point of not everyone's life is what it seems from an external point of view. It's told from multiple points of view, so you get to see what happens to almost every character over the course of the anniversary weekend - understanding the ups and downs of the Harrops family and the Kelleways. It's an extremely clever book that displays its message really well.

All Good Things, as dramatic as it is was an amazing read and one I'd definitely recommend. You find yourself rooting for some characters and screaming at others, turning the pages at a rapid pace with the all-consuming need to know what else could possibly happen to these people. It's my first of Amanda Prowse's catalogue and it's safe to say that it will not be my last. An intriguing and gripping read, All Good Things is definitely one to add to your TBR.

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pandafoxtricky · 4 days ago

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On this day in 2021, 'GABBY'S DOLLHOUSE' premiered on Netflix.

Happy 4th anniversary!

#happy 4th anniversary!#animation #cartoon #happy anniversary

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rashivermaofficial · 2 years ago

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Happy Krishna Janmashtami 2022 | कृष्ण जन्माष्टमी की हार्दिक शुभकामनाएं from Rashi Verma on Vimeo.

Krishna Janmashtami has a lot of importance in Hinduism. The birth anniversary of Lord Shri Krishna is known as Krishna Janmashtami. The festival of Krishna Janmashtami is celebrated every year on the Ashtami date of the Krishna Paksha of Bhadrapada i.e. Bhado month. Some astrologers are of the opinion that the festival of Janmashtami will be celebrated on 18th August, while some say that the festival of Janmashtami is celebrated in the eighth Muhurta of Ashtami date which will be on 19th August. This year the 5250th birth anniversary of Lord Krishna will be celebrated.

हिंदू धर्म में कृष्ण जन्माष्टमी का बहुत अधिक महत्व होता है। भगवान श्री कृष्ण के जन्मोत्सव को कृष्ण जन्माष्टमी के नाम से जाना जाता है। हर साल भाद्रपद यानी भादो मास के कृष्ण पक्ष की अष्टमी तिथि को कृष्ण जन्माष्टमी का त्योहार मनाया जाता है। कुछ ज्योतिषाचार्यों का मत है कि जन्माष्टमी का पर्व 18 अगस्त को मनाया जाएगा, जबकि कुछ का कहना है कि जन्माष्टमी का पर्व अष्टमी तिथि के आठवें मुहूर्त में मनाया जाता है जो कि 19 अगस्त को रहेगा। इस साल भगवान श्रीकृष्ण का 5250वां जन्मोत्सव मनाया जाएगा।

अष्टमी तिथि-

18 अगस्त को सप्तमी तिथि रात 09 बजकर 20 मिनट तक रहेगी। इसके बाद अष्टमी तिथि शुरू होगी, जो कि 19 अगस्त को रात 10 बजकर 59 मिनट तक रहेगी।

आधी रात को मनाया जाता है जन्माष्टमी का त्योहार-

जन्माष्टमी का त्योहार अष्टमी तिथि के दिन रात 12 बजे मनाया जाता है। ऐसे में 18 अगस्त की रात जन्माष्टमी का त्योहार मनाया जाना चाहिए। कई लोगों का मानना है कि भगवान श्रीकृष्ण का जन्म अष्टमी तिथि के आठवें मुहूर्त में हुआ था जो कि 19 अगस्त को रहेगा।

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nobodyfamousposts · 4 years ago

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Blue Memories (lbscexchange2021)

Yay! It’s Valentine’s Day!

Soooo....who wants a sad?

He opened the door for Marinette and gently escorted her inside.

She looked around, surveying every detail. The baby blue of the accent wall. The furniture in all of its strange varieties of makes that still somehow fit together. The assortment of decorations from the little black cat figurine that had been a joke housewarming gift from friends to her potted plants lined up at the wide windows—still tenderly cared for, even in her absence. All things that were part of the home. All things that made the home their own.

And yet, not a single hint of warmth came to her eyes.

“This is…my house?”

Ours, he didn’t say.

After all the things they had experienced throughout the years��the monsters they’d fought, the battles they’d won, the people they’d saved…

It seemed so surreal that it was something as simple as a car accident that would take her down.

She stepped through the entryway into the main room—tentative. Unsure. Like she didn’t think she belonged. Her grip on her cane tightened, belying her anxiety.

He rested a hand on her shoulder in reassurance. Allowing her to use him as her other support as she was forced to confront a home she didn’t know and memories she couldn’t recall.

“Just…take a bit of time to familiarize.” He whispered.

I will be with you every step of the way.

She took a breath but nodded before moving forward, and for a second—

Standing tall, wearing her suit like armor, her shoulders broad and head high in steely determination even in the face of overwhelming odds—

Luka could see the courageous young woman he loved in this stranger’s frame.

For her part, Marinette was…handling the circumstances if nothing else.

She stepped away from him, standing with only her cane and her one good leg for support. Rather than immediately head for the couch or any place to rest, she wandered the room, taken in by the all of the remnants of a person she used to be.

There was an array of frames along the wall as she passed, each containing memorabilia from newspaper clippings to artwork to awards. She gave them a cursory glance, none of them really standing out. At most, she barely touched one that contained a pink ribbon—

“Isn’t this a bit much? And a bit silly?”

Alya had gasped in mock outrage. “Girl, this is your own design house! We have to have a ribbon cutting ceremony to make it official! Otherwise, what have our years of labor been for?”

Marinette giggled. “You mean my labor?”

“Hey, don’t forget who did the interviews.” The other woman said with a wink.

More giggling.

“Of course, of course! I never would have gotten this far without you. Any of you.”

“And don’t forget it!” More giggling. “And besides, a happy opening is a sign of a happy beginning. This is your dream, girl! Go all out and enjoy it becoming real!”

“Okay, okay! So how will we do this?”

Luka smiled as he brought over the fancy scissors.

—pink ribbon, a couple inches thick, contained in a frame along with a picture of a group of strangers standing outside a building.

He carefully took their bags back to their his room, allowing her a moment to reflect and himself time to gain some composure.

To think it would be a car accident that did this. Not some epic villain battle, no. A stupid car accident because of her insistence on meeting him at the airport and some idiot who decided to run a red light. He'd consider laughing if he wasn't on the verge of breaking down…

But…she needed him. More than ever now.

When he returned, she was standing at the wall aligning with the window, lightly touching the dollhouse that was stationed there.

“Do we…did we have kids?”

“No.” Not yet.

It was grand—a four storied house with five rooms on each floor, each fully furnished in different ways. Its outside had the design of a cozy cottage, with walls were painted with a soft pink as well as white doors and window shutters. All of which were moveable, to her amazement.

“Where did we even get something like this?”

It had been a labor of love.

She hadn’t wanted to leave the kwamis stuck in the Miracle Box with no idea of the happenings in the world. And as they had begun spending more time outside, Marinette had been insistent that the kwamis deserved their own space outside of the Box. It had taken her weeks to make it—and multiple failed attempts.

She gave them their own home within hers. She’d wanted them to feel welcome.

It may very well have been the first time the little gods had cried.

“It was…a project.”

She frowned, but didn’t speak further. Her gaze turned to the nearby shelf on the adjoining wall. Holding a number of books. A single bin full of yarn for knitting. Two guitars rested along the side.

“Luka, it’s beautiful, but…why?”

“Why not?” He smiled.

“But…I’m not much of a guitar player. You know that. I’m not like you, Mr. Top 20 three-weeks-in-a-row. I still don’t know how to play the guitar.”

She moved to put it back in its case, but he pulled her back and into his lap along with the guitar. Her squawk of surprise only made him grin, and he placed a kiss to her head.

“That just means you’ll have more opportunity to learn.”

She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling.

“Do you play?” She had asked, curious as she looked over the two guitars.

He smiled bitterly.

“Wow,” Dingo whistled as he peeked through the curtains. “Quite a crowd out there.”

“I’m not sure I can do this.” Luka muttered.

It had been one thing when he had been playing with Kitty Section. But the band had gone their separate ways and now he was playing center stage.

“No worries. It’s only your first show. If you choke, who will even remember?”

He sighed. “Yeah, see, that? That’s not helping.”

“I’ll tell you something that will, though…” Dingo trailed off with a smirk. Before Luka could react, the other wrapped an arm around his neck and dragged him to view the opening in the curtain.

“Dingo!”

“Take a look!”

Luka glared at his friend—or tried, but Dingo’s grip around his neck really kept him from turning in any direction besides the one the other wanted.

Dingo, for his part, didn’t even have the grace to look back, instead grinning at something through the curtain.

“A certain little lady in the center seat of the middle row.”

Luka froze. And immediately, his eyes glanced over the crowd, searching for…

Dark hair.

Blue eyes.

A bright neon pink sign with his name.

Her smile.

He breathed.

“Mari…”

Dingo clapped him on the back and released him.

“If you can’t play for your fans, play for her. You know she’ll always listen…”

“Yeah.” He answered.

What else could he say?

He’d built up his music career over years. For all that she had been busy with her own design house, she had still be there for him every step of the way. Supporting him. Inspiring him.

And now only one of them still knew that.

“Congratulations on the release of your new single!”

Ah.

He winced as the flashing lights hit him.

For all the time he spent on tour, he would never get used to this.

“Thank you.”

He knew better than to respond. It wouldn’t be enough. It was like an avalanche of questions and microphones barreling down on him.

“Mr. Couffaine! How do you feel about your ranking on the Music’s Top Ten?”

“Is there any truth to the rumors that you are doing a collaboration piece with Jagged Stone?”

“Are you really having an illicit affair with XY?”

“Luka Couffaine, you just completed the last stop of your world tour! What are you going to do now?”

Finally, the one question he wanted to answer.

“I have someone to see.”

It had been both a dismissal and an explanation as he took his leave to wait for his ride.

Tomorrow was their anniversary, after all. He’d managed to schedule the end of his tour to give him just enough space to make it back in time to spend it with her.

Marinette was probably already waiting at the airport at this moment.

Or at least…she should have been?

He checked his watch. Was he early? A bit, but not by much…it had been a little last minute for her, though. Maybe she was caught in traffic?

His phone rang. Was that her?

“Hello?”

“…”

“…what?”

He winced and turned away, trying to fight back the burning in his eyes.

Maybe she saw his reaction because she went silent as well. The tension of the room heightened, near to the point of stifling. For all that he wanted to reach out to her, there was a distance between them that felt…impassible.

He heard her move further into the room. Closer to the kitchen, it sounded like. He listened as something seemed to slide briefly across the countertop, as if she had picked up something for a closer look. Despite his better judgement, his curiosity got the better of him and he turned to see—

It had been hell. The date. The entire day. Hell. To the point he was convinced that some higher powers were giving a sign that this relationship wasn’t meant to be.

Except it wasn’t a sign, it was a fucking billboard.

He’d had it all planned out. Picking her up in his new car. They would have dinner together, followed by a movie, coffee and dessert at a nice little cafe he’d heard good things about, then a stroll by the Seine.

Except whatever higher power up there hated him, apparently.

First the car—the brand new (okay, only slightly used) car he’d recently purchased wouldn’t start, so he’d had to ride his bike to reach her. This meant the restaurant was a no go, meaning his reservation that he’d put in a good month in advance went to waste. Marinette had suggested they just walk to the movie which he was fine with, except that it started raining and the theater in question suffered a power outage. Desperately trying to salvage the night, he’d led her to the cafe anyway only to find they had apparently gone out of business the day before.

Luka was…done. He was just done. He’d apologized profusely and tried to call a cab for her before he’d walk home in the rain so he could scream into his pillow.

Suffice to say, he was pretty sure the date was a bust. And would likely be the first and last he’d ever get with her.

But while he’d been on the phone discovering that traffic was backed up and even THAT much of the night wasn’t going to go right either, Marinette had noticed a little souvenir kiosk under an awning nearby. He hadn’t known what specifically had caught her eye, but when she returned, it was with a thermos of tea she had brought from home and two little mugs she’d just purchased—both with their own different engravings.

She passed the "I AM WEIRD" cup to him. Was…was this a joke? Was she saying something?

He wasn't sure what it was until he saw her blushing as she sipped from her own cup, clearly displaying the engraving of "I LOVE WIERD".

The night went wrong in so many ways. But there…huddling from the rain under the storefront tarp, sitting next to her...he felt warmer than the hot tea could have been responsible for.

She held the “I LOVE WEIRD” cup gingerly, staring at the porcelain as if it could tell her its secrets. But when nothing could be found, she set it back at its previous place and continued on.

Marinette’s gaze had moved on to the next item of interest. She peered into the various photographs lining the top of the nearby shelf. Each contained images of a young couple. A man with teal hair and a lip ring along with a woman with dark blue hair and earrings. The pictures varied—them hugging while bundled up in the winter season, him picking her up and her holding him tightly for balance, them dancing at an outdoor festival, them making silly faces in a photobooth. Each one of them smiling.

One that kept her attention, however, had the man in a tuxedo and the woman in a stunning floor length dress. It was white with an illusion neckline, and bore the images of petals. But the truly striking feature was the airbrushed effect at the bottom of the dress as it changed from white to vibrant teal and finally to black—a clear match to the hair of the man standing beside her.

It was a wedding.

She had said he inspired her dress. That she had made it with him in mind. He had believed her, of course. He never needed her to prove she loved him.

But oh, how his heart had sung seeing her like that. In his colors. Showing the world whom she belonged with.

He had barely heard anything the priest had said. He had to have stumbled in his vows at least twice. He was torn between burning to touch her and yet not wanting to dare to—that something so beautiful shouldn’t be touched.

He would never forget the way she had reached out for him instead and held his hands with hers as she said she wanted to start a life with him.

She picked up the picture.

“It’s beautiful.”

It’s her.

“It’s beautiful. And I can’t…I don’t…”

Like gravity had failed her, she collapsed rather than sat onto the sofa—

That ugly, ugly leather sofa that Jagged had insisted they take with them from Marinette’s brief stint as his personal designer.

“No, you keep it, Mari. You’re gonna need something to spruce up your new place.”

“Jagged, seriously. That thing is hideous and I don’t need it.”

“What are you talking about? It’s perfect! It’s leather! And sturdy! And you can even pull it out into more of a bed. Besides, who knows when you’ll be bringing a studly young man to your place and need something to ‘rock it’ in, eh?”

“Oh my god, Jagged, please don’t!”

“Ey, Luka! Come on, mi boy, back me up!”

“Luka, don’t you dare—!”

Luka, for his part, kept his focus on cleaning his equipment and wisely said nothing.

He moved to her side without thinking.

“Mari…”

“What…” She looked up at him, hopelessly lost. “What now? What do…we do?”

She held the picture frame to her, as if trying to fill the hole in her heart that once contained years worth of love.

“I don’t know what…I don’t know how to…”

She sobbed.

If the phone call had shattered his world, this had crushed the remaining pieces.

“What…what are you saying?”

The doctor sighed.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Couffaine. But the damage of the crash and the shock of the incident has led to some trauma. We are running tests, but there is no way to tell just how great the extent is or how long it will last.”

He barely heard the words for what they were. Percentages. Chances. Outcomes. Luck.

She’d always beaten the odds before, hadn’t she?

She could…

Surely, she could…

He barely noticed when the doctor had led him to the white—white, white horrible white room.

And the all too pale and shaken woman resting inside.

“Who are you?”

It was her eyes.

Her beautiful blue eyes.

But not a trace of familiarity.

“Hello, Marinette.”

He smiled, trying to not let tears fall.