#he likes to show everyone how he sees them and likes photography in general

[keylimeart]

snapshots of summer in Westchester

[sxorpiomooon]

RAHU

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Rāhu (राहु) is the name of an Asura (demon) whose head was cut off by Viṣṇu. When the gods produced the Amṛta by churning the ocean, he disguised himself as a god and drank some of it. But he was detected by the gods and produced before Viṣṇu who cut off his head. Sūrya and Soma (the sun and moon), when noticed him drinking it and realised what was going on immediately told Nārāyaṇa (Viṣṇu), who instantly cut off Rāhu’s head with his discus. As the head contained Amṛta it became immortal and came to represent the ascending nodes of the moon’s orbit. The body of Rāhu, according to the Puranic notion, was called Ketu, and represented the descending nodes. Rāhu is defined according to texts in dealing with śilpa (arts and crafts), known as śilpaśāstras. Rahu is spoken of as the chief of those who have possesing personality. In Buddhism, rahu is defined as a dark monster / planet who is responsible for the phases of the moon by swallowing it. Rahu is supposed to be a mighty and naughty child of maya(illusion) and thus has a lot of dualities attached to its illusory nature.All sorts of poisonous chemicals like fertilizespesticides, and disinfectants are also ruled by rahu. Wherever it sits in your chart it manifests itself exactly like that. Anything that can fool you is rahu whether it's photography or video games. The karma that you are going to create in this life in the future is rahu. The thing that everyone needs to understand about rahu and ketu is that they are both outcast planet they dont act in a certain expected way. They surprise you. Anything that is material and a short cut is rahu. Rahu always wants fame and attention. Rahu is addiction since its obsessed with things bc he has no stomach to see if it has enough. Rahu is always trying to show you the different realm whether its good or bad. Anything that shades out and protects you from the sun is rahu. Wherever rahu aspects it gives something foreign. Anything that explodes.

Rahu in our generation and day to day life

The Internet for me is the biggest rahu example in our daily life now think of something that tends to happen a lot with the internet, illusion whether it's of beauty filters or people lying and then getting caught lying. On the internet we get influenced so easily that also while knowing that things might not exactly be how they are shown. Every once in a while we see random people blowing up on the internet out of nowhere. One of the biggest examples is that the internet is often used to spread lies and misinformation regarding things which is what rahu is. The influencers or the people that get popular are unconventional in some way whether it's regarding their way of living or them just dropping out of college and choosing to take a career path(living as an influencer) that is not something that is usually done by the people in the society. Good and strong rahu placements are also seen in famous and successful politicians and businessmen and they are ALL clever people most of the time spreading lies(politicians). We also see cats being very popular or all of a sudden being loved by the internet and cats are rahu as well. We also see people that make good edits or take good photographs blowing up on the internet as this is also ruled by rahu especially when it's foreign places as that's ALSO rahu. In india, if you guys are familiar with the ancient history "baniyas" aka businessmen or traders were naturally seen by the society as people that were "unconventional" or "non traditional" because they were starting something that was unconventional to the society that's also rahu. People breaking traffic rules is also rahu. This generation is ruled by rahu, we break rules, lie, break the traditional norms, drink and smoke etc.

I hope this post helps in your understanding of what rahu is as it's a very interesting planet alongside saturn.

[eddiemunsonw]

Leaning Away

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie has been avoiding you and you're starting to feel like he doesn't like you, in general, as a person. You're determined to find out why. CW/Disclaimer: A bit of angst, but this drabble is so short you'll be hit with good feels almost right away. Other than that: fluff, Eddie is awkward and cute. Author's note: Hope you like and if you do, please show some love! Likes, reblogs and comments are massively appreciated, it's what keeps me going. :) Words: 2445

You had been friends with the gang for a while now. While you weren’t sure exactly when it happened, you started hanging out more frequently when Steve, Robin and you started working at the same place after briefly being co-workers at Family Video. It was obvious that the group liked you around and you found that it became almost a weekly occurrence lately. At least, almost everyone. For whatever reason, you didn’t get that vibe from Eddie all that much.

He engaged in conversations with you, sure, preferably when drunk or high, but even during those times it was as if he would suddenly remember who he was talking to and he’d quickly cut the conversation in favor of going somewhere else or striking up a conversation with the nearest person aside from you. Not only that, but due to Jonathan being Jonathan, it wasn’t a rare occurrence that there was a camera on hand for someone to take pictures throughout the evening. Even Steve had taken up an interest in photography lately, liking the idea of having some tangible memories of good times. So therefore, pictures were being taken. At first you assumed that Eddie didn’t like his picture taken, since he always moved away once a camera came into view. But the more pictures you saw, the more you realized that apparently he only seemed to have a problem being photographed next to you.

There were a bunch of pictures with other people where he clearly didn’t have a care in the world for it, sometimes even posing silly for them. It wasn’t until this one night where you were all hanging out together and Jonathan gave everyone a copy of the group photo that had been taken sometime ago, that you reached your limit. 

It was the one photo where Eddie had stood next to you because it had simply been the better spot for him to stand according to the person who took the photo. You remembered vaguely how much closer you stood to Robin than Eddie did to you, but it became all the more obvious when you had the actual photo in your hands. His whole upper body was leaning away from you in a way that was simply too obvious. He never did that with anyone else.

Although this situation had been bothering you for a while now, you had avoided bringing it up with anyone from the group since you were essentially the odd one out and weren’t feeling like creating an awkward atmosphere. However, the longer you gazed at this photo, the more you felt like you didn’t belong anyway. Not if Eddie had a say in it.

So there you were, making your way over to Eddie who was already stuffing his copy in his back pocket. As soon as he noticed you, his eyes darted away and he looked downright uncomfortable. Great. Great start.

“Sup, Y/N,” he greeted you awkwardly while pushing his thumb through a belt loop. His other hand fiddled with an empty beer can that he was trying to balance on the bushes next to him.

“Hi, Eddie,” you started, glancing around to see if anyone was in hearing distance. Regret was already starting to seep in. “Can I ask you something?”

Everything about his expression told you that he’d rather be anywhere else than in front of you right now, especially with the way he avoided looking at you.

“Uhh, sure.”

He frowned slightly and decided it was the perfect time to light a cigarette. As you tried to build up the courage, Eddie gathered his lighter and busied himself trying to get it to work. You wondered if anyone else could see the tension oozing out of you the way you felt it.

“Did I ever do or say something to make you dislike me?”

You watched as his frown deepened, still flicking his thumb over the striker in slight frustration and you could tell the moment he registered your words, as his eyes immediately flick towards you.

“Huh?”

A soft sigh escapes your lips, cheeks flushing from embarrassment for making a big deal out of this. He probably couldn’t care less whether you were around or not. He was probably just indifferent to it all. Still… you just wanted to know.

“I mean that, uhm, you kind of avoid me whenever you can? And… I don’t know, this?” You showed him the photo, your finger easily fitting between the gap between you two, whereas everyone else is very much huddled close together. You were almost certain you heard him swear under his breath and you immediately feared that you had annoyed him even more. Wasn’t it a fair question to ask, though?

“I don’t dislike you, Y/N,” Eddie mumbled, his cheeks tainting a little pink. “That’s the whole problem.” Finally, he managed to get his lighter to work. He took a drag of his cigarette while continuously fumbling with the lighter so much to the point of it dropping onto the floor. He huffed around his cigarette, smoke leaving through the small gaps near the corners of his mouth. Wordlessly, you picked it up for him and your fingers briefly brushed each other before he snatched the lighter away from you so he could stuff it back into his pocket.

“What do you mean?” you decided to ask when you realized he wasn’t going to elaborate. He was once again avoiding your gaze and it became harder for you to keep your patience.

“Means I— like you. And I kind of don’t want… things to get in the way of, y’know, this,” he mumbled as he gestured around. “The group. Everything.”

You crossed your arms, vaguely registering that he just confessed something to you but you were too annoyed to let it linger in your brain for too long. Apparently, you had been feeling bad for weeks, months even, because Eddie Munson had decided it was better to avoid you.

“Well that’s a pretty shit reason to treat someone like garbage.”

Eddie, who had been avoiding your gaze up until now, looked up with big eyes, concern in them wide and obvious.

“G-Garbage? I didn’t mean to—”

“I’m sure you didn’t, but you did. In fact—” You held up a finger and walked back into the house wordlessly, leaving him standing there. Argyle gave you a nod as you passed him while he was getting him and Jonathan another beer. You fished out some tape and scissors from a drawer, decided that you didn’t need the latter as you ripped yourself and eddie off the picture, only to tape it back together horribly so that you disappeared and Eddie stood next to Robin instead. Without a gap. Eddie met you halfway on your way back to him, blocking the doorway as he spread his hands across the doorpost.

“Y/N—”

“Here. All fixed.” You pushed the photo into his hands, gave him no time to respond and walked away. To your surprise, you ran into Steve near the front door as he just came downstairs.

“Oh, leaving so soon?” he asked you curiously, “weren’t you gonna get a ride with someone?”

You shook your head and gave him a weak smile.

“No, change of plans. Gonna get picked up in a moment, so… I’m heading out. See you soon?” It wasn’t meant to be a question, but suddenly you weren’t too sure if you were going to see him or anyone for that matter anytime soon.

“Oh, alright. Yeah, soon!” He gave you a quick shoulder squeeze and one of his warm smiles and you knew that if he hadn’t drank that much, he probably would have waited to see if you actually had a ride. Lucky for you, that meant you could grab your jacket and slip out quietly.

Eddie was busy chewing his bottom lip away from stress as he tried to come up with something to say to you, to make it up. It had never been his intention to hurt you at all, he was just… protecting himself. Which was apparently the stupidest idea because now he hurt you of all people. He looked up, already stumbling over his words as he heard footsteps approach him and he was eager to grasp onto his second chance when he realized it was Steve instead.

“Where’s Y/N?”

“She went home,” Steve shrugged, grabbing a beer and waiting for Eddie to let him pass.

“Wasn’t she supposed to get a ride with Jon and Nance?”

Steve shrugged again.

“She said she was being picked up in a moment.”

Right. As if. Despite his disbelief, he nodded and gave Steve a pat on the shoulder.

“Alright, thanks dude.”

Without announcing his departure, he left through the front door and took a left. The plan had been to stay over at Steve’s place, so he had consumed beers with that in mind and didn’t feel like driving would be a smart idea right now. But man he hated walking. Or jogging, which he was actually doing. He knew the quickest road to your home, he wasn’t stupid. He paid attention. Not just for reasons. He totally hadn’t sat in his van at the corner of your street, wondering if he should just spontaneously ring the doorbell since he couldn’t get a word out whenever he tried to phone your house. Ever since you had brought up “this creepy anonymous caller who keeps hanging up after some noisy breathing” he hadn’t dared to try again. Needless to say, he never gathered the guts to go over and actually act out his plan.

This however, was different. And with shortness of breath, his band tee sticking to his torso already due to the humidity this summer, he finally caught up to you.

“Y/N!”

You turned around at the sound of your name and your eyes widened when you spotted Eddie, hunched over, hands resting on his knees as he huffed short breaths. Mind you, you had only just rounded the corner of the street Steve lived on. Which wasn’t that long.

“Jesus… H— Christ, I hate running,” he groaned, wiping the sweat off his forehead and messing up his bangs in the process. A little annoyed, he lifted his t-shirt to ruffle through his hair a bit to fix it, exposing his stomach in the process. Not the point, you forced yourself to think as your eyes dragged over his happy trail.

“Then why’d you run?” you asked dryly, hands on your hips because your brisk walk had gotten you a little out of breath as well, with all the emotions running through you on top of it.

“Because I couldn’t let you leave like that. Also— Getting a ride? My ass. I knew that was bullshit when Steve said it.”

“Must be because I’m so unlikable, right? Who in their right mind would offer me a ride,” you mumbled as you rolled your eyes.

“Me! Did you not hear what I said before?” Eddie asked slightly exasperated. “Where does this fucking sweat keep coming from Jesus Christ—”

“Yeah, you like me so much that you go out of your way to make me feel unwelcome and act like I’m some sort of repellant you want to stay away from. Nice.” Eddie sighed softly and took a few steps towards you, making him close enough for you to have to look up to meet his eyes. Your heartbeat was deafening, and it had nothing to do with being a little out of breath.

“I never, ever meant to make you feel unwelcome, Y/N. I get why you feel that way, I do, and I’m sorry. I don’t want this,” he mumbled sincerely, grabbing the ripped up picture you taped together. You glanced down at his hand holding it and followed it all the way down as he let it drop onto the pavement.

“You shouldn’t litter,” you mumbled weakly.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll— Fine.” He crouched down, picked it up and stuffed it back into his pocket. “I still don’t want it though,” he said pointedly. His eyes met yours briefly and it was easy to drown in those stupidly beautiful eyes of his. You followed his gaze as it wandered down to his hands, empty now. 

“I want…”

His hands hesitantly took hold of yours, slightly calloused thumbs rubbing the back of your hands gently.

“This.”

You gave his hands a soft squeeze and dared to look up at him only to find his gaze fixated on your hands, his cheeks giving away a subtle flush in the dim light around you.

“Y’know what the problem is, Y/N,” he added softly, thumbs never breaking their circling pattern as he spoke, “when we talk, or when you’re close to me, all I wanna do is kiss you. And I don’t think you’d be into that, not like that, anyway. ‘Cause you’re like… fuckin’ perfect, y’know? And then there’s me, acting like I just fished my brain out of my ass and am still trying to figure out how it works. I’m an idiot.”

A soft giggle escaped your lips without your control and he smiled softly.

“You are an idiot, Eddie,” you agreed and realized you needed to speed up your words when you saw the slightest hint of acceptance in his eyes, as if your hurtful statement held any truth to it in the way he expected it to be. “For thinking I wouldn’t want to kiss you like that.”

“I know I— What? Don’t fuck with me now Y/N or I swear to fuckin’ whatever,” he pressed, eyes large and actually, kind of hopeful.

“Or what, you’ll be a dickhead and avoid me?”

“Y/N, come on, I—”

Sometimes, actions spoke louder than words, right? In this case, you were certain it would speed up the process of a mutual understanding between the two of you. In one move you released your hands from his grip and wrapped them around his neck instead, pulling him downwards until your lips met in a sweet kiss. Eddie didn’t kiss you back right away— but once he realized what was happening he melted against you and kissed you back as eagerly as any guy would kiss a girl during spin the bottle. 

Except this wasn’t spin the bottle. This wasn’t based on chance and both parties wanted to kiss each other just as badly, without any coincidental circumstances. And so what if Steve and the others were a little confused with your sudden return? There was always the next day.

Tonight was about you and Eddie.

[berryz-writes]

Grayson Hawthorne Headcanons- when he was younger

He took ages to sleep. Playing chess games with himself, trying to draw the world map by memory literally did anything to fall asleep faster

Sometimes when he had nightmares he would just lay in bed knowing that Jameson would come to his room first. Once he did they would talk about things (never about their nightmares) but just in general. Once he knew Jameson was asleep he would finally sleep as well

Always took care of Xander even if it meant being the uptight brother

Wanted his mothers attention so would draw her cute cards and gave her flowers that he had dug up from the gardens

When he was bored, if his grandfather was at home he would follow him around sometimes discretely to see what he did and how he acted (he wanted tips on what to do once he got the fortune)

Being super young, Grayson sometimes wondered down corridors, just so he could get lost and then maybe he would get a little attention and someone would come find him

Instead he just found his way back to his room because obvs he's extremely smart

He also made up a lot of games for him, Xander and Jameson to play when they were younger

Always asked Nash for advice before doing anything because he didn't want to do it wrong

Never or barely cried in front of everyone because he didn't want to be seen as weak

He was a quiet child in class but always put his hand up to give the answer

Liked it when Jameson joined his school because Jameson was able to make friends in a heartbeat with literally everyone

Didn't trust his friends completely but he did enjoy spending time with them

His favourite extra curricular was Photography which he had joined because he had wanted to create memories that lasted forever

He is naturally good at drawing/art.

When he was small and the boys had a maid he would tell her "Please could you style my hair so it looks neat?" Cared about his presentation when he was like 6 years old

Also was always so so polite. His teachers always complimented his manners in parent meetings

Great at sports especially cricket but he's not really a fan of how long the game is

Whenever he wanted something he would whisper it at first "Could I please have the crayon?" He had to repeat himself like twice before the other children could hear him

Wasn't necessarily a shy child but he was quiet compared to Jamie

Jamie and Gray always get compared by teachers "You sure he's your brother? He's the complete opposite"

Anytime any child made eye contact with him he would give them the sweetest smile his dimples showing.

He didn't have very close friends but everyone in the class liked him so he was voted for class president quite a few times

His uniform was always so clean like there would not be a spot of dirt on his clothes. He was a clean child.

Unlike Xander who always had paint splotches down his shirt

When Xander was super young like 4 years old, all 3 of them would go to Nash's room and make him read a bed time story on Saturday nights

Slowly this tradition changed to Grayson also getting a part in reading. Xander and Jamie would fall asleep and so whenever it was Jameson's turn to read he had fallen asleep

Nash would ask if he wanted to sleep here as well but because Grayson likes to be independent he would leave to his own room- half an hour later he would creep into Nash's room and sleep next to Xander

Also still liked spending time by himself. Finding a comfy corner in the library to read his favourite book to escape for a bit- he would usually find Jamie here as well seen as though he loves reading

When he was quite young he insisted on having an opticians appointment because he thought people with glasses were smarter. Of course he turned out to have 20-20 vision.

He is the most hot fucking person in the whole of Hawthorne house

[bg3ficreviews]

The Wilted Dreams of Baldur's Gate series - BG3 Fic Review

Review by Apollo (@apollo-stories)

Good news, dear readers, after taking it outside and fighting the other reviewers in a Wendy’s parking lot, I have won the rights to review this wonderful collection with our favourite vampire, Astarion. 

Wilted Dreams Of Baldur’s Gate is a seven-part collection examining Astarion and Tav’s relationship across the game and post-canon written by author emicha on AO3. You can also find emicha here on Tumblr at @wilteddreamsofbaldursgate.

There’s something for everyone in this series with some fluffy slice of life here, a little angst there, and a generous portion of smut. The series beautifully explores the ups and downs of a relationship between two traumatised individuals trying to find healing and hope.

A note from the BG3FicReviews team: As always, mind the tags! Our review is continued below the fold due to the NSFW nature of the content in some of these works.

This incredible virtual photography of our favourite vampire spawn was taken by @astarielx over on Twitter. Shared here with her permission.

This collection reminds me of a Studio Ghibli movie. If you’d like, you can read it once and enjoy it for the warmth and romance of the domestic, mundane life. That said, However it speaks to the talent of the way the author has that they have managed to create a story that feels so effortlessly natural, yet still includes weight and depth to both the characters and the plot is truly remarkable.

The series begins with You, Blinding Like The Sun. 

We dive into Astarion’s feelings and conflict in the early days of his relationship with Tav. The feelings are new, and difficult to manage. We can see some initial comparisons with Cazador here as Astarion sees Tav as some perfect being he cannot hope to emulate, someone superior to him. He creates his own power imbalance because he doesn’t know any other option. Astarion has been shoved into the sunlight both literally and figuratively. Overwhelmed by the situation he finds himself in, his immediate response is to lash out. 

As their journey progresses, however, this balance shifts. The author shows the reader the imperfections in both characters and how their relationship adjusts around those personal flaws. 

Astarion decides that Tav is someone he wants to have alongside him through the blinding difficulty and the imperfections. It’s a wonderful beginning to a well-rounded relationship. 

The following two works - Steady Hands, Frame My Love and A Gift That Keeps On Giving - focus on the developing relationship between Astarion and Tav. More specifically, the author demonstrates how the pair navigate complicated situations together. 

The reader sees Astarion’s flaws and Tav’s love for him because of them (rather than in spite of them), with Astarion mirroring the sentiment about the ever imperfect Tav.

You can also see Astarion’s healing with the way he views Tav. There is little focus on appearance, more on the smaller inflections and imperfect edges. After Astarion was used for his good looks so many times, this is a refreshing contrast. The reader can see this in several of the works; as the relationship develops, we can see how they prioritise each other over appearances every time. 

This collection was surprisingly relaxing to read. The work Darling, Mind if I Enjoy Myself? is a lovely smutty treat with no small amount of teasing and fluff. It’s easy enough to enjoy for the smut alone, but a deeper read reveals the depth of their affections for one another and just how much the pair enjoy being together. They are in love, and every moment is drawn out as they relish every moment.

Starlit Skirts is the end of the timeline of this series, but it is not the final story. It’s a beautifully sweet climax, with a lovely surprise at the end. 

The sixth work in the series, The Scent of Missing Buttons, is actually a prequel to the previous five, and touches on the night Astarion was taken by the nautiloid. 

In the prequel, the author shows us Astarion’s life as Cazador’s spawn. Astarion’s trauma is made manifest, reflecting how deeply he has been dehumanised, even to himself, to the point that he scolds himself for not grovelling enough in front of his abuser and tormentor. We are introduced to a version of Astarion that has been shattered into a thousand different pieces over the past two centuries. 

Once you’ve read The Scent of Missing Buttons, the entire story unfurls like a flower in bloom. The writer has sewn links and connections into each work like the pearls on a wedding dress, and you can enjoy finding each Easter egg on your re-read (which I highly recommend). For example, you’ll find a change in sentence structure and shorter paragraph length in The Scent of Missing Buttons. It reflect Astarion’s dissociation and disconnection while under Cazador’s command, his mind numb, focusing only on what is necessary to his survival. In contrast, once Astarion meets Tav, the author’s writing becomes increasingly descriptive and poetic as Astarion starts to see the world with new eyes. The Author’s work is a fascinating example of how even something as simple as formatting and sentence structure can convey depth and nuance. 

As a character, Astarion is remarkably malleable, and I’ve yet to find an interpretation of him that I don’t enjoy. His journey towards a healthy romance with Tav makes for a beautiful story with a great deal of depth, akin to a thousand fragile threads linking together with the strength of steel and creating a beautiful tapestry of their love for one another. 

With the work’s excellent depiction of Astarion’s struggle to survive, his panic in a new relationship and the active choice he makes to choose loving Tav over fearing Cazador, I would happily read each chapter again and again.

Not to be outdone with the already excellent six works I've already mentioned, emicha has now added a seventh work (published only a few days ago) that I have yet to read, namely Springtime Caresses. If it is anything like its predecessors, I absolutely can't wait to sink my teeth into it.

We have included a snippet of the first work in the series below for your enjoyment. As always, please remember to support the author's work with comments and kudos. 🫶

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You, Blinding Like the Sun

He despises you.

From the moment Astarion first laid eyes upon you—confident, selfless little elf, blinding like the sun—he has despised you. You with your dazzling golden eyes, the sweet flush on the tip of your pointy ears. Your artfully arranged hair, kissed by the sun to make it shine like fine silk. The cute little freckles sprinkled all over your unmarred skin—skin that has never been touched by undesired hands. You who lived long enough to choose a name for yourself—to make a name for yourself.

How he despises all of it.

The way you win anyone over with nothing but an honest smile; the sheer purpose in your every step. That nasty confidence of yours that isn't some skill you ever needed to acquire because, to you, it comes all-natural, of course—you were born with it. Astarion can tell it's true because he’s spent two centuries mimicking the behaviour of people just like you.

And he despises you for it.

Before you were even born, the gods have bestowed their gifts on you, and here you are, not even knowing what power you hold, how very blessed you are. You wouldn’t even care if you knew, because the fact of the matter is that you have no need for gods nor gifts nor skills. Not when people gravitate towards you as if you have hung the stars. And how dreadfully inviting you always are, so very accommodating.

You can find the entire series here on AO3.

Review edited by Aivu (@aivuthedragon).

[accio-victuuri]

BJYX - Thursday Madness ( 12/7/23 )

I don’t know what’s with this date that they both decided to attack us with updates. We were prepared for WYB, because the event was planned tho he still surprised us with some bits. I swear when I saw the alert on my phone for XZS update I was 🫢🫢🫢. They are both feeding us so well.

Here’s my attempt at doing a recap of the candies ( and other things ) we got today. This may not be all inclusive, I only added the popular ones being talked about.

let this lovely boy invite you in….

Our day started pretty early when WYB posted on his Weibo. All of the attendees of the event were actually sharing some pre show photos on their accounts and some of us were waiting what’s he gonna post. Everyone else were sharing professional photos but then WYB goes ahead and shares a b&w photo that tells us he is still in bed 😂😂😂 this bitch. I also feel like he didn’t want to shoot outside the exclusive “town” cause there are people going around and they may crowd if he does opening shooting. The night he arrived, 12/6, everyone saw Lele / Yanyan around but no WYB. So he was really trying to not be seen unless it was time for the show.

The photo itself is kinda mysterious tbh. It’s like something you can send to your s/o and be — “im waiting for you” HAHAHAHAHA! Tho I think for WYB he can send a more explicit one to XZ 🫢🫢🫢 So we get the PG version. What we noticed is the channel he is tuned in is CCTV 5. He said this in an interview with XZ, that when he is alone, he keeps the TV open with CCTV 5 and Volume 3. So he’s still doing it! Also, this was taken using his Leica M11 b&w. I feel so happy knowing that! He is still on his photography hobby. Too bad he couldn’t go around the venue cause i bet there are lots of sights to see. The Leica CPN is only getting stronger. ☺️ ( I have already talked about the Leica CPN at length, so just search it on my blog ). Side note, even if the photo was so simple it went on HS #7 lol. His power.

Then it was time for WYB to make his appearance and he didn’t disappoint. First of all, he was in YELLOW. BXG color. Yeah, it could be a stylist choice or whatever. But this is a clowning space and I think we are free to interpret it as a sign for us.

But what’s more glaring is his hat. It looks so much like the one he wore at CQL concert & fan meet. Also reminds us of the whole One Piece CPN between them ( the post i’m linking is a starter but there has been more examples since like this one ).

To be fair, WYB is someone who loves a good old hat/cap. from his bucket hats & caps — that is more for anonymity. It also extends to his performances like 11/11 finesse or the initial photoshoot for ROMW. What i’m saying is, we should not forget the fact that this is his personal preference as well and not entirely because of candy. Tho I have to say that the style is interesting. Why does it have to be so close to that? It’s like he is bringing us back memory lane.

WYB is honestly so beautiful today. He always is but there was something about his aura. He is chill. He was genuinely interested and i found it sweet of him, during the boat ride, he was clapping for Rocco, like applauding him for the event i guess. In the meantime, on Weibo, the top hot search were people criticizing the “boat” thing on GQ ( literally something like GQ boat embarrassment was the tag ) As soon as the live started it went on 1 or 2. I don’t know if Bobo saw that but I just like how he showed his appreciation to Rocco, and by extension, his team. That’s just my interpretation and it could be a completely different thing but knowing WYB, he is very generous with acknowledging people.

I also want to address another “candy” some cpfs are laughing about, it’s a fancam where Rocco moves to sit with WYB before the boat sailed and WYB smiled and said no. They were interpreting that as WYB doesn’t want Rocco to sit with him. Speculating that as he doesn’t want to get close cause ZZ will be jealous. But if you look at it, he was asked if he wants to switch seats. WYB declined. He was okay with his position. I guess some people have some beef with Rocco & GQ and that’s fine. However, what we feel about certain things is not the same as what the boys would feel. I also think that at this point, It’s in WYB’s best interest to have a good relationship with people in the industry. For example him attending 10c Starlight, even if a lot of his so/os hate Tencent ( and with good reason ok sure ). He is only extending his reach and it’s better to not burn bridges.

That got serious, so here, have some comparison between the gremlin in 2018 to now. ⬇️⬇️⬇️

I was cackling at the comments that they should have invited XZ so they can be paired up and quarrel for 9 mins 😂😂😂😂

NEXT UP IS GG’s VLOG. I don’t know why it slipped my mind, they usually post on Thursdays, but anyway —

The first thing is the BGM for the exercise section of the vlog Hans Zimmer/Richard Harvey《Preparation》 which was used in the 2015 movie The Little Prince. A favorite CPN symbol among us. Another glaring one is Uptown Funk. Hello. Bruno Mars? That’s WYB’s thing. Yes, ZZ has his own team who edits these but I am one of those that believes ZZ approves the final cut. He is also asked about certain choices cause let’s be honest — his suggestions matter cause he knows what looks good. He is a professional in that aspect too.

Next is his hand held fan! It’s the same brand but a different design. They finally upgraded!!!! 🥹🥹

This scene (p1) with ZZ’s fondness for leaning on railings and balconies. It reminds me of the fake rumor before that WYB hates it when he does that.

XZ has a habit of lying on the balcony guardrail in a daze. Sometimes on a higher floor, WYB feels unsafe and won’t let XZ get close to the guardrail. Except for shooting, XZ is prohibited from approaching the balcony guardrail.

I would have loved to get some more day to day bits of his vacation cause there is usually more candy in that. I want to see him roaming around, like this part, these two love to mimic what they see and take a photo beside it. Tho this is mostly GG’s thing. They really have the same braincell.

LASTLY, Let’s discuss XZS 🤝 YBO.

XZS starts talking about the hot wind, which is most likely talking about the weather in Singapore. But then minutes later, here comes YBO talking about a comfortable breeze. Lol. The the hot could also allude to that “summer” since WYB decided to remind us all with his photo and hat. Then YBO’s caption, drawing more attention to his hat, knowing that CPFs are clowning over it.

and what time did they post their last set for the day?? 00:38. These clowns. Zhan Bo. 🫢

Some are saying it’s out of character for XZS to post stuff like this when there is an event going on. For example today, the hot search is filled with talk about GQ. Which I can agree on to some degree, but his team have been posting mostly on Thursdays and they are already “due” for a vlog. However, when they have a vlog ready, the fans can usually see it on Weibo, we know that there will be something coming and i didn’t see any talk of that today. Or maybe i missed it? Others are clowning that this is his “answer” to WYB’s strong candy today, i personally don’t think so but it’s all good for us cause we have so much content!!!!! 💛

BONUS: this transition 👀👀👀👀. Their editors are dating!!!!!!

[ranchthoughts]

The Eight Sense and missing pieces

(this is going to be long. I apologize in advance)

The Eighth Sense, from the cinematography to the narrative, is about what is missing, what isn’t shown, what we don’t see. The whole show feels like peering at the edges of a jigsaw puzzle: the uneven margin of tabs and blanks hinting that there is something missing, a broader picture, just beyond our line of sight.

I’ve talked about this before, but the filming style of The Eighth Sense leaves so much out. The backgrounds of shots are often so blurry we can’t see what is lurking out there, though sometimes we know there is something we are missing out on, something we can’t fully see. Other times, the shots are shaky and tight, leaving pieces we would generally consider important out of frame, like the filming of their ocean kiss in ep. 6.

And then in the narrative, like @chaoticfandomthot and @asianmade mention in their posts (1, 2), there are so many things we don’t see or know.

There are large parts of Jaewon’s backstory missing to us (and to Jihyun) which are filled in a bit as the show continues, but not all the way. We never see Jaewon’s brother’s accident, or Jaewon’s dad. We don’t see the incident where the camera is broken, just flashes of it smashing on the ground and the aftermath. These are things Jaewon doesn’t even share with his friends - they don’t know about his home life, or his brother’s death, as @lurkingshan points out. Jaewon hides things from the people in his life just as the show hides them from us.

Though, like Jihyun, we the audience get closer than anyone has before. We step into Jaewon’s life, we see his therapist, we catch those occasional flashes like with the camera incident, we watch him open up to Jihyun, and like Jihyun we get many of the pieces of Jaewon and his story he hides from everyone else.

There are other scenes in the story missing from the show too. We never see Jihyun’s accident, or Jihyun in the hospital. We never even really hear what happens. We don’t see Jaewon reuniting with Eun Ji after the accident, or much of their relationship before the first breakup or the second. We do hear about what precipitated their first breakup in a rare moment of explicit explanation, but this comes after much of the show has gone by and we don’t see it, we just hear about it.

"the hole they left inhabits the narrative more than their presence ever would have" - the show is about what we don't see. It’s about the trauma that haunts Jaewon, his home life, what he hides from others. It’s about Jaewon’s brother, who isn’t in the show except briefly in flashbacks, but has shaped Jaewon’s life and his relationships with others in innumerable ways. It’s about the trauma that Jihyun and Jaewon experience at the beach that isn’t shown, even to the audience.

@respectthepetty writes about how The Eighth Sense is all about tradition: Tae Hyung wants to continue the traditions of their seniors even though it caused him pain, Ae Ri wants to break with traditions she finds are stifling, much of Jaewon’s trauma comes from his family and familial expectations (the death of his brother, his desire to pursue a career in photography, etc.), and so on. But this “tradition” is in many ways curiously missing from the show. We don’t see the forces and people imposing tradition on Jaewon, like his time in the military, or his father, or his home life. We don’t see the club seniors or hazing Tae Hyung references, even in flashbacks. “Tradition” structures the characters and therefore the events of the show, but it is also more of a looming spectre, blurry in the background, just out of frame.

Half the show we have to piece together - what happened on the beach? Is Jihyun really dead? What happened to the camera? Who did that? Things are missing, told out of order, fragmented... and the cinematography echoes that.

This style of storytelling and filming works so well for the characters. Many people, like @emotionallychargedtowel, have talked about how Jaewon is a survivor of trauma and how that affects how he acts and sees the world. He is depressed, he has been through horrible events, he hides from others - and the narrative and camera work of The Eighth Sense reflects that. The backgrounds are blurry and unfocused, the shots are shaky, the framing shows flashes but not always the full picture, sometimes the chronology of shots is unusual.

@emotionallychargedtowel and @jjsanguine and many others offer (1, 2) that the filming style of The Eighth Sense, particularly at the end of ep.6 reflects/is caused by Jaewon’s mental state. He has just been through another traumatic event, which greatly resembles the one from his past, so consequently his recollection of events will be blurry, shaky, incomplete. Even the colouring gets darker and greyer. Jaewon’s mental state and emotions are so strong they are altering the form and the filming of the narrative. He is responsible for many of the conspicious absences in the show. We don’t see his brother’s accident or Jihyun’s accident or confrontations with his dad because we can’t - Jaewon can’t or won’t let himself remember them, at least not in their entirety.

The show also feels so queer because of this style. I talked about this in my other post, and @talistheintrovert​ talked about it in this post too, but the way the cinematography is fragmented into close up shots, shaky camera work, montages... the tension of being queer, not knowing if you crush likes you or could ever like you or if them knowing you like them is a threat to your safety, the dream-like safe bubble of two people loving one another amongst the outside world... Being queer, sizing up another person, it’s all about looking closely but not lingering, searching carefully for details that are hidden to most others. Like @jemmo​ says, “queerness can often hide in plain sight” - it’s the things broader society doesn’t see that hold the most significance for queer people. Of course a queer narrative wouldn’t be able to show things clearly, of course they must be hidden and hinted at but never explicitly said, never fully or clearly shown - eyes lingering in the shower, hands held for a moment and then released in the next shot, montages of an evening at the beach together.

We see the edges of the pieces, and from that we can understand most of the picture. The Eighth Sense is about the holes, the absences, the lingering presences of characters and scenes and moments we don’t see. It is about what isn’t shown explicitly, what the character’s can’t remember clearly, what the characters are avoiding remembering, what the characters hide from themselves and others and even us, the audience. It is about paying attention to what isn’t there and why it isn’t there and how we know what is missing.

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☔ Day 1 | Rainy Day for @flufftober

It had only been a couple of weeks since everyone made it safe and sound to the Human Realm.

Leaving nothing but pain and destruction in the place they called home, Luz was determined to make her friends feel welcomed, and at the very least somewhat happy during their impromptu visit.

So when the opportunity of showing non-boiling rain to Hunter presented itself, how could she possibly resist?

Ladies and gents, I'd like to welcome you to something I've never done before, which is trying a challenge I've always been too scared to do: Flufftober! :3

I can't promise I'll do all the prompts, but I definitely have a few things already stashed for everyone's fluffy enjoyment! This one goes to you, Huntceda nation! 💜💛

“Man, I can't wait to get this to Amity when we get home! I really hope she likes it…”

Luz happily waltzed down the sidewalk past the bookstore she'd just come from, all the while never letting go of the paper bag that contained her precious treasure worth a good twenty dollars.

Hunter let out a chuckle, easily keeping up with the brunet’s brisk pace. “I doubt that'll be an issue considering you two go nuts over anything Azura related. Not sure what makes this book any different from the others, though.”

The human girl let out a fake gasp, already knowing her companion was just teasing and decided to play along. She lifted her bag and extracted the tome from inside, instantly waving it in his face as if that would be enough clarification. “This is no ordinary Azura book—It's the five year anniversary collector’s edition! It includes never-before-seen artwork, interviews with the author, and so much more! I got mine when it first came out, but when I heard it never made it to the Boiling Isles, I'd say it's the perfect gift!”

It had only been a couple of weeks since everyone made it safe and sound to the Human Realm. Leaving nothing but pain and destruction in the place they called home, Luz was determined to make her friends feel welcomed, and at the very least somewhat happy during their impromptu visit. Because of this, she prepared special gifts for everyone to hopefully cheer them up a bit.

Willow had gotten a new polaroid camera, seeing how her interests had grown into that of photography and capturing special moments in time.

Gus got the surprise of a lifetime when he awoke to a box set full of Cosmic Frontier novels, courtesy of the one and only Camila Noceda.

Hunter got a handmade birdhouse for Flapjack—albeit a bit smaller than Luz had intended, even though the blond told her it was fine—, along with a bird watching kit, with everything from binoculars to bird seed to even a notebook to document his findings. Maaaaybe she'd gone a bit overboard on his, but those were the boyfriend-girlfriend privileges!

So after today's purchase, that would knock everybody off the list. If early signs were any indication, the tokens of appreciation were working, at least for a little bit. It was the least she could do for them…

Trying to push herself out of the mental fog that wanted to trap her, Luz clung to Hunter's arm and snuggled into it with a content sigh. His warmth always seemed to soothe her no matter where they were, and the cold weather was definitely giving him extra points. “Thanks for tagging along, by the way. You could've stayed reading with Gus all afternoon…”

The blond pulled another paper bag from behind his back, all the while grinning from ear to ear in the way that made Luz's heart melt. “Are you kidding? And miss the chance of getting our own special edition copy of Cosmic Frontier? Gus is going to lose it when we show this to him! Although we might keep this to ourselves for a bit, right Flap?”

The palisman chirped in reply from his resting spot on Hunter's shoulder. Luz giggled at the display—this boy would be the death of her one of these days, and she was more than okay with that.

“Alright you bookworms, it's time to head back before—”

Cutting her sentence short, a low rumble emanated from the sky, and it was only then the duo realized how it'd changed from blue to light gray. It was definitely clear when they'd left the house earlier.

After a droplet landed on Luz's nose catching her off-guard for a moment, she finally realized what was going on: it was starting to rain. Now, it wasn't like she didn't know this would happen—the weather forecast mentioned the chance of light showers in the afternoon, hence the brunette hoping against all odds that they'd make it back before the sky decided to open up.

Hunter on the other hand, was a different story.

“L-Luz! We have to find shelter! Boiling rain's coming!” The teen reached for the girl's hand and didn't give her a chance to reply before he started bolting back to the bookstore. Despite her protests, the blond didn't stop until they were under the protection of the building’s roof. His voice was laced with concern as the grip on her hand never wavered. “You okay?”

As she was catching her breath, Luz gave him a warm smile and squeezed his hand in reassurance, hopefully conveying her appreciation through the simple gesture. “I'm fine Hunter, thanks. Although… you do remember that rain doesn't boil in the Human Realm, right?”

A beat of silence.

Flapjack chirped between them once more as he ruffled his feathers to rid them of the moisture. Hunter's ears turned a light shade of pink as he batted his palisman away in annoyance. “F-Flapjack, cut it out!”

Luz giggled once more and raised an inquisitive eyebrow while reaching into her backpack. “I'll take that as a no?”

“I-It's not really my fault, you know! Humans run from rain here too, so it's not exactly easy to remember it won't melt our faces off!” The blond pointed at the display in front of them in exasperation, most definitely trying to save any dignity he had left. It wasn't working as well as he hoped.

“Well, you're lucky you have such a resourceful girlfriend, then!” As she finished uttering those words, Luz revealed a medium sized umbrella she'd brought with her to their errands—a gift from Willow, sleek and black and designed after a cat, with little ears on top and everything. It quickly became one of her favorites.

After opening it up, the brunette walked away from the safety of the bookstore's roof until she could hear the relaxing sounds of water splashing above her head, yet it was keeping her completely dry. A hum escaped her lips as she turned to look at her surroundings, only then realizing the streets were completely empty. Maybe Hunter had a point about humans running away from rain, too.

Speaking of the blond, Luz turned back to find him staring at her in complete awe, as if she were walking through fire and not just a simple splash in the park. With a little spin that would most definitely leave her sneakers soaked thanks to the puddles underneath, the girl gave him a smile as she waved him over. “Come on! It's safe!”

Even though Luz knew Hunter believed her, the skepticism in his eyes was evident as he eyed his surroundings warily.

With a fond roll of her eyes, the girl walked back until she was face to face with her boyfriend, this time extending a hand towards him. Water splashed against her open palm, and it was nothing but refreshing. “It's okay… I promise your face won't melt off. It'll stay as cute as always.”

Another blush spread across the blond's cheeks, but this time determination seemed to shimmer in his eyes. His gloved hand began to slowly make its way outwards, trembling slightly but moving steadily in Luz's direction. With only an inch of distance between them—

“Ow!”

“W-Wah!!!”

Before she knew it, the brunette's back hit the concrete with a wet ‘thud!’, almost knocking the wind out of her if not for Hunter's hands reaching out to cradle the back of her head before impact. How he'd managed to do that in the milliseconds they'd fallen, she'd never understand. Golden Guard training was all that popped in her mind.

Speaking of which, they'd indeed fallen to the ground, with Hunter holding his weight with one hand to avoid crushing Luz, while the other slowly let go of her head to look at her with concern. “Are you okay?! I-I tried to stop but Flapjack got in the way so I could only kinda cushion the fall with my hand and—”

“Hunter! I'm fine, really! I mean aside from my back… oof, that's gonna leave a bruise in the morning…” As she sat from her position on the floor, Luz was finally able to see what happened. Flapjack was holding onto Hunter's noodle strand with what could only be described as a satisfactory expression that almost seemed to say ‘you're welcome.’

Despite Luz finding it amusing, the blond was not having any of it as he eventually tugged the palisman away and pointed a finger at his feathered chest. “You can't keep doing that, mister! Someone could've gotten seriously hurt!”

“Hey Hunter?”

“Not now Luz, he's gotta learn! You can't keep making excuses for him!”

“I was actually gonna ask if you've noticed where we're sitting.”

At that, the blond's eyes turned from his bird companion to look around. Water splashed against his clothes, leaving them completely soaked and exposed to the elements. But none of it burned. It was actually rather… peaceful?

Luz's umbrella lay discarded to the side as she opened up her arms in earnest. The smile on her face was infectious. “Told you you'd be safe! Maybe we cut Flap some slack since I'm sure he was just trying to help you get over your fear!”

The playfulness in her voice didn't go unnoticed to Hunter, and all he could do was sigh in defeat with a tired smile gracing his features. “You guys are lucky I love you. I swear I would've thrown you in a dungeon a long time ago…”

“Aww, see Flapjack? I told you he'd be forgiving!” Luz cradled the bird in her arms with a wide grin spread across her cheeks.

She was sure to get an earful from her mom once they got home—asking her how she could be so careless and that they'd catch a cold and ‘por esto no te dejo salir con tu a solas con tu muchacho!’

Still, her heart felt full and that was truly all she could ever ask for.

“WAIT LUZ WHERE ARE OUR BOOKS?!”

… Well, hopefully Amity didn't mind getting a kitty souvenir for Ghost from the pet store instead.

[hopelessdelusional]

.・。.・゜✭・.✫・゜・。.

“So yeah, that’s what I would like to do for this shoot! Any questions?”

You sat in the conference room that was just down the hall from the shoot with the all the workers for Bakugou’s shoot. Three nights ago, You and Hitoshi stayed up until 3AM discussing literally every single detail of the shoot. You had made not only a pamphlet that went along with the presentation but a whole slide show that explained why you decided on everything. Toshi said it was overkill, and you said it wasn’t enough.

You stood there as they talked amongst themselves and tried to avoid Bakugou’s piercing gaze as you stood nervously picking at you button up. You didn’t have to dress as professionally for the first time you came here because it was only a test run, so you were able to get away with jeans and tennis shoes. However for this meeting you had to wear dress pants that felt a little more tight than the last time you wore them along with a classic white button up and your favorite black heals.

“If that’s something you don’t like however I do have a whole binder full of ideas that we could start with but of course it would take a day or two to come up with more elaborate ideas-“

“It’s more than enough Miss l/n, in fact we can’t think of a single reason as to why we wouldn’t want to do this. Right Bakugou?”

Everyone in the room turned to him, forcing you to do the same. It was like torture! Every glance of him brought back more memories of that hour and a half worth of the messiest make out session you’ve ever experienced. How can so many things happen in only an hour and a half?! Maybe it’s just his charm, maybe that’s his secret. He’s a hell of an awful kisser but so much can happen in such a short amount of time. Maybe that’s just his whole gist in general! There was so much to learn about this man, and you hated that fact that you wanted to know everything.

“Yeah, I like it.”

Everyone in the room cheered as you and Bakugou maintained eye contact. You smiled at him, trying to be polite but that only ended in him bashfully turning his head away. You stood there still smiling, was it possible you were making the great Bakugou Katsuki flustered?

As everyone started to walk out, Bakugou’s agent, Allison Marks went up to you and hugged you. You were a little taken back but you remembered that Ochacko was the same way when you first met her, so you allowed it and squeezed her back.

“That was incredible! I’ve never seen such focus and passion into this kind of stuff! I mean you had every pose, every lighting change, every angle, every outfit, and even every makeup look! How did you do it?”

You blushed smiling, not having gotten this kind of recognition in a long time.

“I had an amazing friend who got me off my ass and made me work, he brings out the best in me.”

Allison melted at your words, “that is the most beautiful sentiment I’ve ever heard, y/n. You are just such a remarkable woman!”

She gave you one last quick hug, then raced out of the room to catch up with the rest of the team, little did you know Bakugou stayed behind.

“She’s way too energetic for her own good,” Bakugou leaned on the table as you cleaned up the room. You looked up at him before smiling at the thought of her bright aura.

“Yeah but it’s so refreshing to have in this line of work, not a lot of people think of photography as art anymore.”

Bakugou cocked an eyebrow at you, watching you closely.

“Art? You think all of this is art?”

You stopped what you were doing for a moment, before standing up fully again and looking at him. His answer seemed genuine but you still didn’t really know they guy. His voice was gruff and his face was pretty much always the same, except when he gets mad, now that’s something you’d like to watch with popcorn in your hands.

“Of course it’s art. There’s so much creativity and thought that goes into this process, I mean did you not just see my whole presentation?”

You shut the computer down quickly before walking over to the blond, who was now looking very amused at your new frustration.

“Look, you may not understand because all you have to do is stand there and look pretty but the people who work on this really do put a lot of human emotion and expression into making this successful. That’s the key with art, it’s more than just showing sweat drip down your glorious abs.”

You rolled your eyes as you walked away from him, not wanting to be any closer in fear you would somehow black out and end up kissing him again. In your defense his cologne is really strong.

“You think my abs are glorious?”

His tone was teasing, almost like he was testing the waters with you.

What was wrong with this guy? He’s so full of it that he didn’t even pay attention to anything that you said except for the one compliment!

“I’ll see you in ten Bakugou, enjoy your break.”

You tried not to sneer at the selfish man next to you as he passed you, and thankfully he got the hint and let you leave.

“Shit.”

You had finally gotten home after a long day of Bakugoy torturing you. It was so weird because it seemed like he was trying to mess with you but any time you tried to match his energy, he looked the other way and pretended you didn’t exist. What was this guy’s problem! You just wanted to shove him into a wall and make out with him talk things out so it wasn’t awkward anymore. He just wasn’t professional. That was it. He was too immature and you didn’t have to think about him ever again after this.

You were able to calm down by having your third cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table with your laptop. Your team was able to get a lot of good shots today, and they wanted you to edit the pictures they got. The only problem was that the company that you work for now has a contract with this new editing software. They explained it in further detail but your shift was over and you have a nasty habit of turning off your brain whenever your shift ends.

“What is it?” Hitoshi came over to where you were sitting, chewing obnoxiously in your ear causing you to shove his face away. He just laughed and continued chewing, grossing you out further.

“I swear to go Toshi if you get cookie crumbs on my brand new laptop-“

“I’ve never seen this website, what is it?”

You rolled your eyes at his lame way to change the topic but you let him do it anyways.

“I…honestly don’t know. I genuinely have no idea where to even start with this.”

Toshi finally swallowed his food and leaned towards the computer. It did make you giggle a bit, he needed glasses but is refusing to even think about it making him look like an old person whenever he looks at a screen.

“Oh shit yeah, this actually looks like something from the future.”

You chuckled before swatting him away, trying to figure it out on your own. You created a whole career by yourself, all self taught for fucks sake! You can figure this one software program, everything is “new” at one point, you’ll totally make this your bitch!

“y/n you’ve been cursing up a storm for the past ten minutes, just email asking to use a different editing program.”

You grunted, letting your head fall on the table. You stared at the rings that still scattered across your fingers, not yet taking them off from work. Then, you thought of Bakugou again. You literally couldn’t get him out of your head, you’ve only been working at that stupid place for a week and you’ve already found yourself infatuated by him! That’s ridiculous, and not you. After the shit that your first ex made you go through you promised that you wouldn’t get as attached again, not unless it was a long term relationship. You hated situationships and how awful relationships had been for you. You just wanted to find someone you felt at home with.

“Hey, take a break, we can figure this out later.”

You sat up, taking a deep breath and realizing there was a small tear running down your face. You’ll be alright. You’ll find the right person when it’s time.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a second”

You got up and headed to your room, where you were finally able to take off all the little pieces of jewelry and makeup off, and put on some comfortable clothes. As of right now you are home, and that’s good enough for you.

~

“No way! Toshi you never told me you were into Kaminari! This completely changes things!”

You fell back onto the cough laughing as Hitoshi covered his face with a pillow. You couldn’t say you didn’t see this coming, it was quite obvious the day of the party when you introduced him to each other. They already knew of each other from college but you weren’t aware of how many classes they had together and how much Hitoshi watched Kaminari’s channel.

“Shut up. I never told you because I knew you would would be a dick about it.”

You immediately stopped laughing and sat back up. “Toshi! I’m sorry if I ever made you feel uncomfortable, I want to be that person you go to for everything.”

You tried to give him your most impressive puppy dog eyes but all you got in return was a pillow to the face.

“You are the person I go to for everything dipshit, it’s just this is embarrassing and I know I’ll never have the chance to go out with him-“

“Toshi!” you moved the pillow and grabbed your best friend’s shoulders. His eyes widened but quickly went back to his resting “i’m judging you” face. You leaned in close to his face, so close your foreheads were touching. You knew he hated this proximity but you needed him to understand the words that were about to come out of your mouth.

“You are one of the most wonderful person, if not the most wonderful person I have ever met. There is no way in hell he wouldn’t be interested in you.”

Toshi stayed like that for a bit, arms crossed firmly on his chest before allowing his body to fall backwards into the couch. You stared at him, examining his body language. If you hadn’t known him for so long it would have been hard for you to read him, but right now you could tell that he was definitely thinking really hard, trying to comprehend what you had just said to him.

“Kaminari is really good at editing things, I bet you could get him to do it for you.”

Your eyes widened before you hoped up on your feet, scaring Hitoshi.

“Toshi! You’re a genius!” You rushed over and grabbed his face before planting a firm kiss on his forehead. “I knew you were my best friend for a reason.”

You raced to the kitchen where your phone was charging and opened twitter as fast as you could. You only had his twitter, hoping his DMs weren’t flooded with fans trying to talk to him.

“You know I hate it when you do that!”

You smiled as you typed away on your phone, putting it down after you sent a quick explanation to him.

“You know you love it. Want some more popcorn?”

“Duh.”

.・。.・゜✭・.✫・゜・。.

this is why we can’t have nice things…literally

i think i got way too carried away with this one…i just didn’t want to have to do a shit ton for sunday’s post

speaking of sunday! im planning on doing some more written content for that post, and im gonna do a post with a poll if y’all are cool with that. i don’t wanna like explode ur brain with so much plot yk? if y’all are sick of my writing then i’ll just do a silly filler episode or smth idk i’ll think of smth

fun facts! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

- katsuki was definitely staring at y/n’s ass during her presentation

- katsuki didn’t mean to be rude when he asked y/n the question, it was genuine! he just sucks at showing emotion and y/n isn’t used to his weird behavior/personality yet

- katsuki is also not used to flirting like he thinks he’s soooo good at flirting (he’s not) but when someone he’s actually into reciprocates it freaks him the fuck out

- after they graduated high school bkg basically did the whole speech he did to izuku in the manga and apologized, they both cried and are now on good terms and their families hang out together on holidays again :)

- shoto is low key jealous of bkg, not in a toxic way, just like a pouting puppy, to which izuku always makes sure to smother his face in kisses to make him feel better 🥺

- idc if you agree or not bkg DEFINITELY says “lol” to piss of kami bc he knows it brothers him

- y/n and toshi are siblings your honor. and if you don’t obnoxiously chew in your sibling’s ear are you really siblings?

- toshi follows kami on EVERYTHING, it’s kinda pathetic :/

- kami is nocturnal. that’s it. that’s all i have to say about that.

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[opercot]

OCTOBER BIONICLE POST (PART 3)

HOLAAAAAA, hope everyone's having a great day. Here the last part of the challenge called BONKTOBER.

First, before that, i made a Día de la Canción Criolla inspired Opercot and Fear of the Dark.

Well, let's start the last ones:

Day 21: Speed

Did one of the 2001 story beats, that is Pohatu vs a Nui-Jaga, and i imagine him doing a cool entrance :v. Hope ya like it

Day 22: Skull

Got the SUPER HYPER REALISTIC PROGRAM: Photography :v. I saw that in the version of studio, i don't have the skull guys, so i put the one i have to do a scene, with some of my other figures i have :v (y'all see mah house :v)

Day 23: Lost

Did a recreation of the 2003 storyline moment when the Toa Nuva lost their elemental powers, so they need to rely in the powers of their mask

Day 24: Aquatic

Made with one of my own Toa, to do a normal day in the oceans in that world. I think the Rahi in general are really chill, or better said, like normal animals, so, i love depicting them chilling in their environment (Toa of Water-M'hara Swimming with some Tarakava and fishes)

Day 25: Krana

Made one of the scenes that the entirety of Le-koro got infecte with the Krana, even it's protector, Lewa

Day 26: Titan

Made 2 of my favorite titans in all Bionicle, Axon and Brutaka, hope y'all like it (made 2 versions of it :v)

Day 27: Death

Made the scene where Lhikan passes away after the attack of Makuta. I really love how this scene is made of, so, i wanted to do a tribute of it, hope y'all like it

Day 28: Tall

I find it funny the height difference between the tallest and shortest member of my Toa team, so i exagerate it :v (Toa of Ice-Gwyri; Toa of Earth-O'truca)

Day 29: Fusion

Did the part in 2001, where the Toa mata did the Kaita, to at least have an oportunity against the Manas, hope y'all like it

Day 30: Village

Did a small chat between Nuju and Kopaka (Matoro is translating all the insults that he tells the poor toa), while the other are hearing it. Hope y'all like it

Day 31: Makuta

"I am the ground you walk on ... the air you breathe. No longer must I fight you to rule a Universe. I AM the Universe!"

And that's all, hope y'all really liked this series, hope there's another for the next year, to show more of this cool scenaries, Thx to the creator of this challenge, and thx to all of ya for this. Have a great 31 to y'all

[cuubism]

If you don't mind me asking - what do you think Dream's attitude/reaction towards Tolkien's works (including the legendarium!) would be? (I'm asking a lot of Sandman bloggers this, because I'm extremely curious regarding your takes on this.)

oh! hang on i gotta brush up on my tolkien because i haven't actually read any of the books since like. 2011.

i guess my main thought would be about how dream missed like, 95% of his work when he was stuck in his Jar. my understanding (read: google search) is that tolkien was building up the mythology for his stories before 1916 (when dream was captured), but most of it was not finished/published until a while after.

(this became an insane and mostly unrelated rant i am so so sorry)

i think a lot about how much of his own... area of work and power dream missed when he was trapped. the 20th century, generally speaking, was a time of rapid growth in storytelling methods and media more generally. dream missed almost all of radio, particularly radio as it became a medium for stories. radio was invented in the late 1890s but didn't see a proper rise into a storytelling medium, rather than mainly a direct communication one, until around the 30s. so dream missed the creation and growth of the first, i guess you would call it, networked storytelling, and technological storytelling, and what was... probably? the biggest return to an auditory type of storytelling since the original oral tradition, folk tales, great epics etc, for radio at its peak of cultural relevance (at least in the US and probably the ""West"" more generally, alas i can't speak as knowledgeably for other parts of the world, obviously plenty of other parts of the world had radio in the early 20th century and onward, but i don't know much about its use as a fictional storytelling medium versus for news and government broadcasts. something to look into! part of why radio became such a medium in the usa was because of our rampant capitalism and commercialism lol, so less capitalistic places might have approached it differently - here, advertisers wanted to figure out a way to monetize radio better, but obviously people aren't going to just listen to hours of ads, so they packaged them around stories, live music performances, and variety shows. that's where soap operas as a form come from -- they were originally sponsored by soap companies! also serials, though of course books have also been serialized in the past. and sponsored radio programs also birthed the sort of episodic comedies that eventually evolved into the half hour TV comedies we know today)

which also means - as a direct result of missing radio, dream also missed the rise of television as a medium - it grew directly out of radio, even the big networks we know today, CBS, NBC, and ABC were originally radio networks. television has ended up being a huge change in visual storytelling, not only in its inception, but especially in its more recent years - it's probably the only long-form audiovisual storytelling medium, which is something that didn't really exist before. huge shift in storytelling possibilities. he also missed the development of comic books, and the internet, and the resulting increased accessibility of art and storytelling to both artists and art lovers. he missed an absolutely huge, HUGE shift in the democratization of art and the ability to share it. and, once again, the development of totally new methods of storytelling in the form of internet video! not to even mention the accessibility of MUSIC, music recording and sharing was still in its infancy when dream was imprisoned and now you can get, and make, and share pretty much any music imaginable! and the new genres! and the intermediality of everything and the cross-cultural awareness!

this is not even getting into the new ease of photography, or film, which was also relatively new in 1916. imagine going into a coma when there were only silent films, and waking up to everyone and their mother making tiktoks. the last film you saw was one of chaplin's or something and then you come back and see interstellar in imax 3d. i think i'd explode. (dream would love film, too, it's very dreamlike)

dream returning to the waking world in 2022 and immediately having the entirety of tiktok beamed directly into his head:

(another thing i think about a lot but won't get into because i'm already rambling - hob witnessing the entire development of accessible writing from the printing press to fucking social media. insanity. i want to pick his brain on it

what pushed hob over the edge, do you think. what's the one thing he saw written online that briefly made him regret ever getting involved in printing at all and wish everyone was illiterate again. it was not porn, btw, mr. monsterfucker gadling can handle anything, ok. no, it was something much worse...)

anyway. rambling over. this is all to say that i am not a tolkien expert and haven't read much of his stuff anywhere recently - though i was quite obsessed with it in middle/high school - so my main thought is in relation to dream getting cut off from all of these great stories. it must have been like, to put it flippantly, your favorite tv show getting cancelled halfway through after a cliffhanger XD. he has all these stories from great storytellers - tolkien included - storytellers who are building their whole own worlds in his realm, storytellers he's nurturing and supporting in his own way - and gets ripped away from them. and when he returns, they're all gone.

here's hoping someone who knows more about tolkien can give you an answer more specifically relevant to that. that's all i got for now 😂

[bad268]

Hi! So for a request for ransoms characters you would write for would you write something for either Michael Gray x reader of Finn Shelby x reader where reader gets a camera and is super excited to show it to her bf. So she goes and takes a bunch of photos 1 day with him of random things (him, his friends, the car, Cyril, etc) later when she’s developing them she realises that he took some cute photos of her and him when she wasn’t looking❤️❤️

Anything for You (Michael Gray X Reader)

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Requested: Clearly (I strayed a little, but I hope you still like it <3 Also, happy new year everybody!)

Warnings: none.

Pronouns: You/Your

W.C. 1441

Summary: The reader (gn) gets a new camera for their birthday, and they receive a surprise upon developing the pictures.

As always, my requests and ships are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Google/Peaky Characters)

You were a photographer at heart, that’s what everyone told you. You had taken an interest in photography when you were really young. Your parents had an obsession with getting family pictures every year, but you hated how big and heavy the cameras were. When you turned 16, Kodak revealed a small, handheld, portable version of his original camera. You bought the cheapest one you could find, and the rest was history.

You knew this would be how you make a living for yourself; by taking pictures, and it was through this that you met your boyfriend, Michael. He had been looking to get some pictures made for his mom and came across you at a nearby market. You were already taking pictures of the landscape, so he just approached you.

“Do you do that professionally?” He asked.

Being only 17 at the time, you shook your head. “No, I’m not. Just practicing, but hopefully, one day I will be able to do it professionally,” You answered with a smile.

“Oh no worries, love,” he responded with a smile as well before holding his hand out, “My name is Michael Johnson. Who might you be?”

“Oh, I’m Y/N L/N,” You shook his hand. He pulled it up to place a kiss on your knuckles.

“If you’d be interested in practicing portraits, my mother is looking to get some family pictures done soon,” He offered, and the rest was history.

You were by his side for everything from his brother’s birthday to when his apparent ‘uncle’ showed up at the farm. You stayed by his side even when he moved to Small Heath with his birth mother, Polly, and became a member of the Peaky Blinders. While it may not have been the safest option for him, you stayed by his side through it all.

And even though he was in a dangerous gang, that did not stop you from continuing your passion, and he did not try to stop you. He actually encouraged it! He knew how hectic and demanding his family was, so anytime you could sneak away to do what you loved to do was a semblance of normality.

However, you noticed that your camera was starting to deteriorate, so you made a small comment about it to Michael. You said how the pictures were not coming out as clear as they used to, and it was just a generally old camera. Almost immediately after you mentioned it, Michael ran to the store in search of a brand new camera for your birthday. He ended up finding a prototype Kodak that looked more advanced than any other camera he had ever seen, so he was excited to see your reaction.

“Happy birthday, my love,” He greeted you with a kiss as soon as you woke up. You returned the kiss as you sat up in the bed. “How did you sleep?”

“Great, I had you next to me the whole night,” You laughed back, placing a kiss on his cheek. “But what are we doing today? Family meeting or something illegal?”

“No,” He chuckled while shaking his head. He leaned back to grab a wrapped box from under his bed. Then, he handed it over to you. “Start with this.”

“You didn’t need to get me anything, love!” You exclaimed, ripping through the packaging immediately. He laughed at your antics as he collected the wrapping. Once you registered what it was, you let out a gasp, “No way! This must’ve cost a fortune!”

“That’s for me to know, and you to never find out,” He laughed, pulling you into his arms. He place a few kisses on your temples as you buried your face in his neck, muttering ‘thank you’s. “I’d do anything for you, love. Now, come on! Let’s go take some pictures!”

You did not need to be told twice as you were out of the bed and in the restroom in a blink of an eye, and you two were on your out the door within 20 minutes. You took his hand and led him through the streets on Small Heath. Passing by the betting shop, the Garrison, and you did not stop until you reached the waterfront because that was one place you had always wanted to take pictures.

“Go,” You pointed toward the shoreline. Michael looked skeptical, but before he could complain, you continued, “You are my muse. If I want my first pictures on my new camera to be of you, who are you to stand in my way?” That was all it took for him to be convinced.

You were out there all day. You were taking as many pictures as possible before the sun went down, and once it did, you both made your way to the Garrison where you met up with his cousins and mother for drinks.

Unfortunately, the next day, you had to get back to work. The betting shop was not going to run itself, and Michael needed to get back to his Peaky Blinders business. What you did not know was that Michael was working in the betting shop that day, and he dedicated his time to taking candid photos of you throughout the day. Polly, Esme, and Lizzie caught him a few times, but he signaled them to not say anything. You would just randomly hear them laughing before suddenly stopping when you ask them what is so funny.

You tried to ask Michael about his day when you go back to his room, but he just responded with extremely vague terms. That just made you assume that it was a bad day, so you did not press him any further. Climbing into bed, you let it go.

About a week later, you remembered all of the pictures you took at the waterline, and decided you would go get the pictures developed. You went to a little shop around the corner from the Garrison to get them printed. The lady running the shop said she would expedite your prints, but it would still take a couple of days to get them all. Confused as you did not remember taking that many pictures, you still accepted before leaving.

You stopped at the Garrison where Michael, Isaiah, and Finn were laughing at one of the tables, so you decided to join them for a drink. Polly and Esme did not expect you back at the shop for another hour, so you had time to kill.

“What made you stop by here?” Michael asked, throwing his arm around your shoulder as you took a drink of his whiskey. “Hey, that’s mine! If you want one, get your own!”

“I don’t want a whole drink,” You deadpanned, “Plus, I still need to go back to the shop after this. I was getting photos developed, but the lady said she couldn’t get ‘em all done today, so I’ll have to go back in a couple of days.”

“Oh,” he laughed.

“You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?” You accused.

“No, I don't think I do.”

Well, he lied. When you went back to pick up the developed photos three days later, you saw the pictures of Michael you took on your birthday as well as some candid pictures of you around the betting shop. Some were really cute and some were random but you knew immediately that Michael had taken all of them.

You were sitting on your bed, looking through the pictures, when Michael walked in. As soon as he registered what was in your hands, he started laughing as the first one he saw was you yawning. “You like those pictures, love?”

“I won't lie, some are cute,” You admitted as he sat next to you looking through all of the pictures. You ended up finding one that was stuck to the back of another one, and it was a candid of you and Michael. He was caging you in with his arms against the wall as he kissed your forehead. Immediately, you knew Polly or Esme must have taken it as it was taken from the end of the corridor. “This one, though. This one is my favorite.”

“That one is pretty cute,” He said, taking it from you, and leaning it on your vanity. “Is it safe to assume you like the camera?”

“Like it? I love it! Michael, I love you so much! Thank you for the best gift ever,” You said, setting the photos to the side as you buried yourself in his side. He returned the hug, placing multiple kisses along the crown of your head.

“Anything for you, love.”

~~~~~

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[look-at-the-soul]

Look at the soul - Part 6 Couldn’t be better

Cillian Murphy x OC

Series Master list

So I moved the other of the chapters because I needed this part first than the next one 🤭 celebrating @zablife piscean season in this chapter, with special thanks to @forgottenpeakywriter for the moodboard!

Song: Couldn’t be Better by Kelly Clarkson

“Is something wrong with the photographer we hired for the previous play?” Heidi asked confused after hearing Enda changed the plans.

“Cillian can do it, he’s got a good eye, even signed up for a professional photography workshop, isn’t that right?”

Heidi was in shock. “What?!” This wasn’t a school play.

“Yeah I took a course a while ago, I do it because I like it and if you think I can-”

“You can and you own me so many favors, it’s the least you can do.”

Heidi didn’t need any more stress so she decided to walk backstage to take a look at the scenography. But as Cillian and Enda followed her, they found the cast singing the Happy Birthday to Lee.

“Thank you guys so much for this beautiful surprise.” She was touched by the love she was getting.

“First of all, happiest of birthdays,” stated Enda moving past the people “secondly why do I smell chocolate?”

“Marianne baked brownies!” Lee answered with excitement.

Enda adjusted his glasses on his nose. “Oh! That’s wonderful.”

Cillian joined the group to give Lee a hug and wish her the best, then he turned to face his friend. “You won’t complaint then? See? She’s your favorite.” He stated pointing at Marianne.

“He can’t stand chocolate.” Heidi clarified to the group, winking at the leading role.

“Sorry, I didn’t know… I asked Lee for a few options of desserts she liked.”

“Nah, don’t worry really.”

Cillian and Heidi laughed thinking how different it would’ve been if it was them instead of Marianne.

“That means I get two brownies.” He chuckled accepting the napkin Marianne offered him. “Right? You baked really?”

“I did, from scratch.” She answered proudly with a smile.

“You didn’t add the special ingredient, did you?” He squinted his eyes and lowered his voice. “Are you going to get us all high?”

Marianne looked at him scandalized. “Of course not!” But then she laughed just as he did.

Cillian focused on the flavor, taking in every single bite. “Next time you make these, don’t share, I won’t tell them you brought more.” He pleaded enjoying the fudgy texture in his mouth. “So good.”

“As if we get an exclusive contract of brownies?”

Cillian took the last bite, wishing the taste could last longer. “Just like that.”

“Thank you so much for that, best brownies ever.” Lee joined them sitting on the edge of the stage.

Their friendship was something that words couldn’t explain, Marianne and Lee simply clicked, it was as if they had known each other for a long time, reconnecting somewhere down the road. It just bloomed.

One day after their rehearsal, Lee took her on a tour around the city, showing her some of the most famous places around… and of course Lee was teaching her some Irish words she might need. Marianne even asked Lee to move her things to her dressing room, that way she wouldn’t be alone and Lee wouldn’t be sharing it with the other girls all tight in a small room.

“You saved the extras, right?” Marianne asked wrapping one arm around her shoulders, Lee had been helping her with some of the questions she thought that were silly or embarrassing to ask, she also had a lot to learn from Lee because her experience in theater was impressive.

“You gave her more brownies?” Cillian asked pretending to be offended.

“Hey, she’s the birthday girl she needs extra to take back home.”

Then Cillian leaned in front of Marianne towards Lee to whisper: “forgiven, just because it’s going to be your birthday.”

“Alright, let’s do this, general lecture from the start.” Enda called everyone and motioned the actors to move chairs around.

“I got you something too,” Marianne told him, looking for something in her bag. “Now you’ve at least something different to cook.”

Cillian stared at the book she was giving him; a 365 cookbook guide.

It took him several seconds to be able to look at Marianne, it was the meaning behind the gift; she listened to the things that worried him, and not only that, she was providing a solution to one of the many problems he was facing. Sure, a cook book wasn’t going to solve his life or help him grief, that wasn’t her intention.

It was just more than that.

“Thank you.” Was all he could reply.

**

As they took a break from the rehearsal, some of the actors decided to go out for a smoke, or a quick run to the bathroom. Marianne decided to start working on one of her assignments of the week, she needed to read a book and make an essay of it plus a presentation with the most important bits.

Lee was taking the opportunity to ask someone to take pictures of her with the balloons and brownies, she was just too good both in front and behind a camera, and even better on stage.

Cillian felt a bit out of place, all of the actors and actresses were quite younger than him and although he technically wouldn’t be on stage with the rest of the cast, but he would say his lines as the narrator from a cabin, he quietly made his way towards Marianne. He felt at ease around her, comfortable, she didn’t make him feel awkward or aware of his age, or his grief, not even of his “fame”. It was so easy to just be him.

“How’s school going?” He chuckled at his own words as he joined her, sitting by her side. “Sorry that sounded like a such a dad thing.” He laughed imagining how his own sons would roll their eyes at him for asking the same thing daily.

“Well, technically you’re.” Marianne looked at him. “And let me tell you how much I admire how well you’re doing it by yourself, it’s not easy.” She had seen how he was always checking on his sons, always worried about what they might need.

Dimples showing from his huge grin. “I try my best, even though sometimes I would love to know what I’m doing.” Shifting on his seat, he turned to face her. “But to be honest coming to a new place, accept something like this without being familiar with the theater, on your own far away from your loved ones…it’s so brave of you.”

But she was already shaking her head.

“I’m convinced I’m exactly where I am supposed to be.”

He believed that as well and felt so proud of the big steps Marianne had been taking, everything she had learned so quickly. But it wasn’t really a surprise, she was so dedicated and he could see the compromise she felt towards the play from the first day.

As they were complimenting each other, they saw Enda typing on his phone.

“Hey, I’ve to go… my wife got hit by a cab and her car got a minor damage, but I want to see if I can help with the insurance.” Enda explained, his words coming rushed.

“But she’s alright?” They both asked.

“Yeah, can we move the rehearsal for tomorrow?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Cillian assured him, then looked at Marianne. “I’ll go with him, let Heidi know please.”

It felt so strange to have the rehearsal canceled, but it was understandable, family came first and they could always do extra hours the following day. But that gave Heidi, Lee and Marianne the perfect excuse to head over to the leading’s role flat to celebrate Lee’s upcoming birthday.

“Finally! Nachos night wohoo!” Lee expressed loudly.

“And tequila.” Added Heidi with a big smile, leaving her bag on the couch. “I can’t even remember the last time I had a night off.”

“Mum endless duties, huh?” Marianne turned on the lights, Heidi let a low yeah out and saw her rush to put the dirty dishes in the sink, that morning she left in a hurry and the last thing on her mind was doing the dishes.

“Ah, don’t even worry about it.” Lee brushed it off stepping into the kitchen to open the bags of chips.

“I’m still trying to decorate the place, so the walls are a bit in blank.”

Heidi joined them placing the lemons they bought. “Try to look for things at the thrift store, much cheaper.”

“I love second hand things.” Marianne admitted offering them the dip she talked about for the chips.

“We can go together if you want.” Lee proposed before taking the first taste and making a face of how good it was. “Uhhh it’s spicy!”

“Don’t worry, the margaritas will wash it down.” Heidi laughed handing her a glass of the mix.

Marianne giggled they weren’t even in the first round. “Take it easy with the tequila ladies.”

Heidi brushed it off with a wave of her hand while taking her first sip of the night.

“Tequila es mi Amigo.” She said proudly in Spanish.

“Okay I don’t want your partners blaming me for getting you guys drunk, so I’m making some tacos to balance the booze.”

Heidi and Lee looked at each other. “Tacos!”

And they all cheered, toasting for the friendship that just took off thanks to the play.

——

“Hey Alex!”

“Hi! Welcome back.”

“How are you doing?”

Marianne saw her roll her eyes dramatically. “Mr. Alex had the fabulous idea of baking banana bread, he insists on adding it to the regular menu, but I’m not sure.”

“Why not?”

“It’s just… I don’t know.” She shuddered. “Forget it, you don’t have to listen to my rambling, the usual?”

“Yes please.” Marianne asked. “And a slice of the banana bread to try it.”

“Don’t let him hear you buying that or he’ll take the pastries away to put the bread there.” Alex joked pointing at the counter.

The café was pretty much deserted at that time, most of the people back in the office or on their way back home, so Alex took the opportunity to have her five minute break, joining Marianne at the corner table, by now she had added a Reserved sign at the time she knew they would be coming.

“What is it? Something’s bothering you.” Alex pointed.

Marianne sighed, dropping her gaze to the table. “I had a phone call with my mum this morning and I was so excited talking about the play and the looks we’ve been trying for the role, and…”

“That didn’t go well?”

A small shook of her head and Marianne looked away, trying to focus on the people passing by the window.

“Hey, I’ve been there… if only I could tell you how many people told me opening my own café wasn’t a good idea, there are so many places already, the mermaid chain is eating the business, blah blah, you name it.” Alex brushed it off waving her hand. “But I trusted my dream and look at this place, just before you arrived it was packed, these are the first minutes I’ve been able to sit down for a while.”

“Thank you for reminding me of that.” Thinking about it yes, there would always be rocks along the way, but she never had anything easy. “Thank you for providing the inspiration I needed.”

“Well, you know where to find me, always up for a cheerful talk and a coffee.” Alex smiled and left her spot to go back to work, as the owner of the café she loved to be involved in everything.

Marianne started working then in one of the assignments of the week, trying to find the balance between dedicating time to her studies and the play, making the most out of every chance she got. Thinking of how to explain her arguments in her essay, she looked outside, the day was beautiful, sunny and clear, people passing by until her eyes found someone familiar, the man who had been encouraging her to trust in her newly discovered talent.

Whistling, he walked past the window next to her hiding his blue eyes from the world behind his classic Ray Bans, a basic black t-shirt and jeans, his serious expression on point as if he was lost deep in his thoughts.

She then found herself in the reflection of the window.

Hello gorgeous, let's check out how you look today

Who's that person in the glass, staring back your way?

Sure it's you, but just take in that view and woah

Girl, you couldn't look better

As Cillian walked inside the café, Marianne saw Alex stopping her conversation with the staff, mouth hanging open, she had confessed her heart still skipped a beat every single time he walked into her café, Marianne knew she was a big fan of his work and it was funny to even see her husband teasing Alex about the regular blush Cillian provoked in her.

“Hey, woah you’re busy today.” He pointed out after greeting Marianne with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. The table was full with a heavy book, notebook and several school items.

“Hi… yeah I need to finish this by the end of the week, but I don’t want the rest of my homework to pile up.” She moved her things and started to clear up the table. “Nice haircut.”

Small lines formed around Cillian’s eyes as he smiled shyly. “Yeah? I think the barber was in a bad mood.” He admitted running a hand through his hair. “Shorter than I usually prefer.”

The curls were gone, she noticed. Briefly looking at his forearms, veins standing out as he took the book, but she quickly moved her eyes in the opposite direction.

Call it crazy, and yet, is there anything better than this?

Life just couldn't be better than this

“The secrets of marketing.” Cillian read out loud.

“It’s so interesting, it talks about the power of positioning the product right inside the consumer’s mind and the rest is done like magic.” Marianne explained with a smile.

“Sounds easy.”

“It is.” She assured him battling her eyelashes. “Look at what happened to Kleenex, that’s the name of the brand, not the product but when we need one we don’t ask for tissues, unconsciously we ask for a Kleenex.”

Cillian chuckled realizing it was true.

“I remember during live tv there was a promo for a brand of bread and the man making the advertising got the name of the brand wrong, sure he corrected the name but the mistake was done… the popularity of the other brand went up to the sky, while the other was paying for the ads.”

“That’s a big fuckup.” Cillian shook his head. “Guess more people went to buy the wrong brand after that.”

“Who can resist a free promo?” Marianne was happy to see him interested, sometimes she had to stop talking because people couldn’t understand her passion. “It’s different in the art world… look at Banksy, nobody knows who is he, but when one of his murals is discovered, people can’t stop talking about him.”

“Quite rebel, huh?” He remembered the news making a big deal for one of his paintings and the criticism towards the government. “I really liked the girl with the balloon.”

“He knows how to get people talking, curious to see his next painting or mural.”

He really loved the rich diversity of conversation they could have, Marianne was one of those rare people who wanted to know more about what she ignored, and decided to share those things she knew about.

“Here’s your tea.” Alex approached their table, placing the cup in front of Cillian. He shifted on his seat to take his wallet out, but Alex brushed him off. “It’s already payed for.” She took Marianne’s and left with a smile.

“Thank you, but you didn’t have to.”

“It’s only fair, you’ve helped me a lot, outside the rehearsals schedule free of charge.” She replied taking out her script and notebook, she had a few questions.

“Which reminds me… I’m the one asking you for help now.”

Marianne frowned. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah… I just- you mentioned you needed to find another job so wanted to ask you if you want to work in my production company, it’s a small team there’s the tech guys, the assistant, accountant and the rest of the team comes and goes.”

“How could I possibly help you? I know nothing about producing.”

Cillian looked at her while sipping on his tea. “A lot, actually.” He scratched his arm nervously. “You would be in charge of the budget and projects.”

She had managed CAPEX before but for companies in different fields.

“I’m taking charge again and I’ve a couple of projects knocking on the door, your financial insight can help me a lot.”

“If you think this is what you need then-”

“It would be a good complement, I mean you can work from home all the time and at your pace so once your done with rehearsals and homework you can dedicate as much time as you need.” Before she could give him an answer, he added: “You’d get a laptop too, so you don’t have to go the campus to borrow one.” He knew she had been going there at night to upload her homework in the library because she sold hers before moving overseas.

Look around you, so many things to do and try

No one's judging and the rules really don't apply

Take a bite of whatever feels right and woah

Yeah, it couldn't taste better

“Why do I feel like I won the lottery when I arrived here? I mean… how can I say no to you? Seriously you could ask me to walk on hot stones and I’d do it.”

“Oh no, I’d never do that.” He chuckled and reminded her of her boss, willing to do anything to keep the talent on his team, he had created a whole new job position for her to stay once she graduated, he was then moved to another area and after settling down offered her a promotion in his new team, he was devastated when she announced she was quitting her job to study abroad, but assured her her job would be waiting once she finished her studies.

Choose the path you want and take it (and take it)

If you don't fit the mold, doesn't matter, go on and break it

“Most of the decisions I’ve made here have been in a heartbeat, so what’s one more?” She covered her mouth with her hands and looked at Cillian. “Fine, let’s do this!”

Nothing had been happening as she had planned out… but that’s the beauty of life. Whisper your plans to the universe and watch it laugh at you, she thought.

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[iheartchv]

hello !! im so unsure if ur matchups are open— so if they aren’t, feel free to delete this 😅

may i request a 🌿🍒 cod mw2 matchup?

mbti : enfp-t

zodiac : virgo

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preference : male lean

(my) gender : nb, they/them

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personality: do lean more on the extroverted side of things, since i am more of a people person! i’m usually really easy to talk to, i don’t really get angry easily. if anything, i dont really take things that seriously and i think more optimistic. that said, i like to talk.. a lot. if i were to be in a relationship, i’d probably be the person who talks a lot lol. i just like sharing my interests and just simply share my thoughts with people. if my brain wont stop then my words won’t as well LOL.

i do often overthink, since my thoughts race so often. sometimes if i do go quiet, it’s most likely that i’m zoning out — simply being in my own thoughts and having my head in the clouds !! i simply enjoy just being.. well, me!

i’m an artist by heart, often painting in my room. while i do enjoy being with people, i also need to recharge often! since i do get tired a lot, it’s either laying on my bed or paint my free time away! it generally messy so.. i hope my partner wont mind lol.

likes : art, photography, the clouds, milk tea!! sweet things in general

dislikes : heights (they SCARE me), being embarrassed (esp in public), extremely spicy food, conflict and arguments

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aah thats all!! thank u so much in advance and im sorry if this is long 😭 thank u!

//sure thing 😊

I match you with...

Simon "Ghost" Riley 💀

I think your Ghost would end up falling for you

Though it would take him a little while to realize it

You knew however that you were falling for him

You wouldn't stop staring at him from time to time

When he'd look your way, you'd quickly look away

As Ghost got to know you, he'd find himself feeling more comfortable around you

He'd listen to you talk, whether its about random stuff or just rambling on about something back in your hometown

And whether he is listening intently or not, he's hearing your voice

Sometimes he just likes listening to the sound of your voice

....

If he would visit you, he'd look around and see your painting(s)

You show him one you've been working on for a while

It was a painting of a familiar battlefield with uniformed soldiers, and he spots him in the painting...

And you...

Flashbacks of this particular moment played in his mind

This was when you had gotten wounded, then he found shelter to patch you up

"I don't know why but... this day, this moment has just stayed with me... I just had to paint it..."

Ghost is silent for a moment

He doesn't know how to exactly describe what he's feeling now

"... it's nice. You're really good... I mean that."

Butterflies fluttered inside you

It was nice being complimented by Ghost

......

During Christmas time, TF 141 would have a little party of their own

After talking a bit with everyone you would make way toward Ghost

You felt relaxed around him even though you liked to get away from people when you wanted to be alone

Without noticing Soap would sneak up behind you both with a mistletoe, teasing mostly you

Soap had picked up that you liked Ghost

He'd unconsciously smirk and shake his head, give a small chuckle

Ghost didn't say anything, he just watched you chase Soap around, your cheeks dark pink and threatening to hurt him

.....

[eclvpses]

welcome to marina, FORREST ABBOTT ( demi man, he/they ) ! they are a TWENTY-FOUR year old who has lived over on LOCKE ROW for THEIR WHOLE LIFE and works as a TOUR GUIDE at ELYSIAN MUSEUM and a SERVER at THE PEARL. everyone says they look a lot like ZETHPHAN SMITH-GNEIST. what do you think? — bri, 26, they/she, est.

below are mentions of miscarriages, and mental illness (anxiety)!

stats.

name: forrest silver abbott.

age: twenty four.

gender identity: demi man.

pronouns: he/they.

sexuality: demisexual.

birthday: october 23rd, 1998.

star sign: scorpio.

myer-briggs: infp.

occupation: elysian museum tour guide/bartender at the pearl.

place of birth: marina island.

last played on spotify: enjoy the silence by depeche mode.

general disposition: naive and cheery.

background.

for 10 years it was just forrest and his mama lydia in their cozy little trailer at locke row, he’s never met his dad who left as soon as he discovered she was pregnant, not really interested in raising a kid with someone who struggled to get by even while working three jobs

from a young age forrest had to take care of himself since his mama worked sm, but he always got the concept that it was for him to live a good life and necessary for them to get by, she rly showed it well by making sure he knew how much she loved him whenever she cld b around :’)

it was around this time that things were starting to look up - his mama met a really nice man named marcel n while things moved really fast for them they seemed to be a perfect match, soon she was engaged and giving birth to triplets and they even moved into his place in hyland park, everything was coming up roses

miscarriage/mental illness; unfortunately as soon as things were good they sort of came to an immediate crash - lydia n marcel tried for another bebe before their wedding but she ended up having a miscarriage :( this sort of sent her into a depressive spiral for a really, really long time

it was bad enough that marcel eventually had enough, she wouldn’t take her medication, wouldn’t talk to a therapist, couldn’t even get out of bed, so he said she had to shape up or go back to their place in locke row, and stubborn as she was she packed everything up that night and the 5 of them went back to their little trailer, this time with a lot less room and a lot more responsibility on forrest’s shoulders

since he was about 14 he’s juggled an abundance of jobs to help his family, it was especially hard when they moved back to locke row, he mostly took care of his little brothers and mum when he could but he had art school at the time and work on top of it, it rly was the sort of stress no one shld go thru but he did at a rly young age for quite a long time

details.

lives for their art!!!! their dream is to eventually teach art or run their own photography studio, almost always covered in paint and seen with a camera

still lives at locke row w his family, his mum got a pretty well paying job as a psw but it’s still difficult when u have three 12 year olds running around so forrest watches over them a lot while working as a tour guide and bartender, while selling their art pieces and doing odd photography jobs while they can, whatever will put money on the table

mental illness; grew up incredibly shy and with pretty severe anxiety, they're just used to people leaving so it’s hard for them to trust but he’s also a classic golden retriever boy, if people give him an inch he’ll take it right away but he struggles with approaching people himself, definitely wasn’t too popular in school bc of this

did a double major at the community college for photography and visual arts :yum:

he tries not to do Too many photography jobs cuz he loves it more as their escape than anything, travels around the island a lot to find random locations and will just spend hours taking pictures, u cant see any of the walls in his tiny bedroom theyre jst covered in his own pictures and art

could paint for hours too tbh (see above ofc), does a lot of art classes whenever he has time and money to spare

has never been in a relationship or even with anyone, the most he’s done frankly is casual make outs at parties or wtvr, always kinda chickens out if it ever goes any further……….. has not picked up on the fact that hes a demisexual/demiromantic king<3 probs doesnt even kno what that is LKSHDGKLHSDG

bc of this wtvr friendships hes made hes definitely romanticized, frankly by accident, he can just grow attached quite easily and since hes demiromantic anytime hes ever had a crush on someone its been ppl hes close to n has learned to trust. it confuses him a lot. LKSDHGKLHSDLG

obsessed w 80s pop its easily their fav genre (taste)

connections.

childhood friends!!

also ppl who forced their way into his life, basically jst approached him first n as soon as they showed him any sort of kindness n affection he was automatically like . ok we’re attached fr life sis

neighbours at locke row?? mayhaps?? #trailerliving

ppl at parties who’ve made a move or he’s hooked up w but when it came down to the Nitty Gritty he was like . oh………….. i think my mums calling me……….. i gtg……………………….. jst no explanation. LKSHDGKLHDSGL

i rly lov the idea of him hvin someone he loves to use as his muse……. either fr his art or photography

mayb someone who he actually was almost in a relationship w once upon a time bt it jst didnt work out, timing was off or he backed out cuz he felt bad that he probs cldnt give them his full attention w helping his family etc.

coworkers!!

old college classmates/ppl who take art classes w him??

ok i think those r all the ideas i hv rn. we can also brainstorm. lets get wild.

[stargazer-sims]

🖋 Anya

See? This was worth turning anon asks on for, right? Here you go!

Anna-Valentina Alexandrovna Pavlenko (née Baranova)

Where to start with Anya...

She's a Canadian, although her father's family has only been in Canada for two generations. She has one younger brother, Andrei, and she had an older sister, Katerina, who passed away as a toddler, before either she or Andrei were born.

It was her paternal grandfather who started calling her by the diminutive form of her name, Anya. When she was a child, she liked it because it made her feel loved and special, and as she grew older, she also started liking it because she felt it sounded more exotic and cool than "Anna". She started introducing herself as "Anya" at the beginning of middle school, and it stuck. Now, this is how practically everyone addresses her, and most people don't even know that her legal name is Anna.

Anya started taking skating lessons when she was five, and showed a natural talent for the sport. She decided that she wanted to compete seriously when she was around nine years old, and dedicated herself wholeheartedly to learning everything she could and becoming the best skater possible. It was mostly her paternal grandparents who encouraged her skating career, paid for things, travelled with her and supported her.

Her other passion is photography, which she also loved from an early age. Her grandfather was a professional photographer, and he loved to teach Anya all about his art as much as she loved learning about it. As a teen, Anya enjoyed practicing her photography at the rink, taking photos of her fellow skaters while she watched them practice.

One of her favourite photo subjects was a boy who angrily told her not to take pictures of him the first time she tried. She was fifteen and Nikolai Pavlenko was seventeen when they first met at the rink. Nikolai and his family had just moved to town for his father's work, and Anya was excited to see a new face at the skating club.

The problem was, Nikolai didn't want anything to do with Anya at first. She was beautiful and outgoing, and it didn't take him long to work out that she was the most popular girl at the rink and at school. He'd had enough run-ins with the cool girls at his old school, and he wasn't interested in being the butt of the cool kids' jokes. He'd already had his heart broken by a girl like that, and he wasn't about to fall for it twice.

Anya didn' t know any of that at first, though. She persisted, until eventually he agreed (grudgingly) to go out for food with Anya after practice one day, and let her take pictures of him. Slowly, he began to trust her, and before too long, they were inseperable. A lot of Anya's friends told her that she could do better, but she insisted she'd found the person she liked, and that was that.

They dated on an off throughout the rest of their teens and early twenties, and remained friends even during their "off" periods. When she was twenty-three and he was twenty-five, they married. Their married only lasted about three years, however. Between their families constantly asking when they were going to have children, their precarious financial situation, and the demands of both of them being in a highly competitive sport, there was a lot of strain on their marriage. The other problem was that Anya was restless, not because she didn't love Nikolai, but because she wasn't quite ready to settle down.

The final straw was when Nikolai seriously injured his knee in a competition, and was told by the orthopaedic surgeon and sports therapist that although he'd make a nearly complete recovery, he'd most likely not be able to compete again. He felt like the decision to retire from competing was made for him, and he was both angry and depressed. Anya, who was still competing, didn' t know how to handle this last thing, and she left. It was a decision she regretted, but once she was out the door, he was too hurt and angry to allow her to come back.

When he eventually did speak to her again, she realized it was too late to save their marriage. They agreed to end it, but they tried to stay friends. It took a while, but they were able to mend their friendship at least, even if they didn't get back together as a couple. They both agreed that they still loved each other but that they were better as friends than as husband and wife.

When Anya isn't busy pursuing her passions (photography, travelling, men, dancing), she enjoys knitting and reading. Her favourite way to relax is to get a cup of tea, curl up in a cozy chair and work on her latest knitting project.