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🌙mula sa buwan teasers!🌙

all the teasers so far promoting the filipino musical and retelling of cyrano de bergerac - mula sa buwan (from the moon) proshot livestreaming internationally with english subtitles 24th-26th march 2023!

ANG SABI NILA, may proshot na ang #MulaSaBuwan 🌕

‘Ang Tanghalang Ito’ from Mula sa Buwan | Official Teaser | Ticket2Me

Tato at Gabriel #TambalangGaTa | Mula sa Buwan | Official Teaser

'Ikaw' from Mula sa Buwan | Roxane at Cyrano | Official Teaser

'Canon ni C' from Mula sa Buwan | Maximo at Cyrano | Official Teaser

'Manifesto' from Mula sa Buwan | Official Teaser

'Tinig sa Dilim' from Mula sa Buwan | Official Teaser

Title Song of Mula sa Buwan | Official Teaser

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[hiraethwrote]

A TICKET IN YOUR NAME

pairing : tobio kageyama x f!reader summary : the charity auction you're in charge of is closing in, and there's still a ticket reserved in his name. your executives are on your neck about wanting a clear answer if the pro player will be able to attend - with no regards for the fact that you broke up three months ago cw : pro player!kageyama, break up, post-timeskip, reader wears a dress, angst, bittersweet, heavy yearning, regret, slight profanity, lowkey self indulgent lol, no use of y/n word count : 5.8k

“Kageyama? Hey, it’s me.”

A ray of cold ran down his spine as your all too familiar voice rang in his ear, tearing painfully at his heart from the first syllable. God, how he had missed those melodic vibrations he now only heard in his dreams.

When the unknown number popped up on his phone screen, his first instinct was to let it go straight to voicemail. But for whatever reason, the voice in the back of his mind told him he should pick it up — he definitely didn’t expect to be greeted with the unforgettable tone of your voice, causing his heart to bang against its cage.

And you had called him Kageyama, instantly pulling out the amateur stitching he had applied to the tears in his heart.

It made him feel a little sick, his last name sounding foreign on your tongue. You never did that, because he hadn’t allowed it. When it came to you, he wanted to be close, intimate, especially since distance came so naturally to all of his relationships. And one thing that separated you from the rest, you called him Tobio.

Or you used to.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything-“

“No,” he said a little too quickly. “No, you’re good.”

“I’m just gonna cut to the chase-“ the sentence came to an abrupt halt when he swore he heard you take a sharp breath, as if you had to contain deep emotions that threatened to overtake your sense of calm. “Management keep bugging me about your ticket for the charity auction.”

“Right,” he said it so quietly he wasn’t entirely sure the microphone picked it up.

“I don’t even know if you’re in town then,” lie — a complete and utter fabrication to try and convince him, but also yourself, that you weren’t still hung up on the past — like you didn’t have his schedule for the next seven months logged into your phone, knowing very well he was in fact still available that evening. “But the ticket is still reserved in your name, and I promised my executives I would provide them with a clear answer if you were attending or not.” Again you cut yourself off, a shaky breath traveling the line, something he had learned long ago was a clear indicator that you were fighting back tears. “Told them I’d have an answer by the end of the week.”

Of course he hadn’t forgotten about the auction — you had stressed about it for months even before you broke up, being in charge of putting the whole event together. The red circle in his calendar marking the date kept coming closer and closer, and he had wondered if you would reach out to ask about it — now he had his answer.

“I’m in town,” he muttered simply, closing his eyes as he just waited for your voice to return.

“Look, I don’t want to pressure you into attending or anything. If it’ll make you uncomfortable, I’m sure I’ll figure something out-“

“It won’t make me uncomfortable.” He was a little surprised by how soft his voice came out, but it was true — he would never be uncomfortable around you. “Next Saturday, right?”

“You remembered?”

“Got it circled.”

“Figured.” Silence swallowed the conversation, and it felt so unnatural. It was only with you he was able to engage in a conversation that flowed like a peaceful stream. He had been deprived of that privilege for so long, and his strangling feelings were slowly piling up inside him, weighing heavy on his heart.

He could picture you so clearly, down to the smallest detail. Right now you were probably sat behind your desk in your office, resting your forehead in the palm of your hand. And if he was still able to interpret your behaviour correctly, simply based on your tone, he suspected there were salty pools welling up in your eyes, threatening to spill over any second.

At this hour, you were probably left alone in the company building, everyone else having gone home already. And he pictured you were longing to go home too, so you could change out of the boring corporate attire he knew you hated with a fiery passion. The second you were to set foot inside your apartment, you would walk straight for your closet to put on your favourite slacks — maybe, if you hadn’t thrown them out already, you would wear his old hoodie as well. “They feel like home,” you always used to say before melting into the piece of clothing that was too big for you.

It was most likely a naive fantasy, but Tobio liked to toy with the image nonetheless.

You stole his attention from his spiralling when you sighed, shifting the entire tension of the conversation into something more serious, deprived from emotion. “Black tie event. Prepare for press, the company won’t be shy about any notable names. Pro player Kageyama Tobio is one of those names. Just let me know where you’re staying, and we’ll send a car to take you to the location.”

The business voice had taken the phone call hostage, barely recognising the voice on the other end of the line. The only time you used it for not work related occasions was when you were mad at him...

“Great, thank you.”

A beat of silence. “Again, sorry to bother you. I know it’s late.”

“It’s fine. You couldn’t… bother me.”

It felt awkward now. The ice was broken, the no-contact had failed, and now neither of you wanted to let go despite not being able to find any words to feed the conversation.

For a split second Tobio was overcome with courage, having to clear his throat before he opened his mouth, “hey, how are you-“

“I’ll see you next Saturday.” His attempt was shut down instantly, rushing to hang up after blurting out your goodbyes.

Your phone hit the desk with an obnoxious rattle before your hands came flying to cover your face, aggressive sobs tumbling past your lips.

Even though you missed him, his voice, the comfort he provided, you just did not have the strength it required to indulge in casual conversation with him. It hurt too much.

Time heals all wounds — what a load of bullshit, because here you sat, three months after the most earth shattering heartbreak you had ever experienced and it still served as an aching gash in your life.

Since that horrid night, you had delved head first into work to distract yourself as best as you could. It had been a privilege to be able to fill your time so you could ignore dealing with the issue at hand — a privilege you had taken for granted as your sobs filled the vacant space of your lonely office.

In less than two weeks, you would be forced to look him in the eyes again. You had to paint your face with a smile, smother your sorrows for the sake of the company as he was expected to stay at your side for the evening.

You weren’t sure you’d be able to pull this one ashore after all.

As promised, a fancy black car had pulled up exactly at the time you had texted him.

The entire car ride was spent in a one sided conversation, where the driver tried to initiate polite small talk only to be met with quiet sounds that barely confirmed Tobio was even listening.

He was too busy trying to plant his feet back on the ground, nerves traveling his body from head to toe. Every ten seconds he tilted his head to check his phone just in case you had sent him any further information about tonight that he needed to be aware of. He was left disappointed every time when there never appeared a notification with your name attached.

Sooner rather than later, flashing lights surrounded the car and he knew they had reached the destination.

This was a part of the job he had never gotten used to, and some part of him would probably always struggle with the attention that came with his career path.

Reluctantly stepping out of the car, he braced himself for the overwhelming noice of the press shouting to grab is attention.

It was only so much his PR training sufficed. He would wave awkwardly, try to smile and present himself as nicely as possible so his managers wouldn’t be on his neck about the bad impression he’d given off — but no amount of training was able to calm his nerves.

Only you did that.

Whenever he had to make public appearances, you were the one to help his feet back on the ground and remind him it wasn’t scary. You would lace your fingers with his, gently press your body against his side with such grace. And you would look at him, your eyes whispering quiet affirmations; you’re doing great, okay? I’m with you every step of the way.

Deprived of your safety, he was overthinking every move he did. Was it obvious how fake the small tilt of his lips were? Who was he kidding, they probably didn’t even see what was his attempt at a smile. Was the outfit okay? Had he picked out the wrong outfit, showing up underdressed to your special night? No, he had purposely chosen a safe option, one he knew you liked. Was his steps towards the entrance too slow? No wait, shit- now he was walking too fast.

He couldn’t be too sure he had been able to pull off the image his managers wanted, but he had at least gotten himself through the doors of the venue.

He had no time to react before he was approached by a neatly dressed individual with a clipboard in her hands. “Mr. Kageyama? Follow me.”

Croaking a quiet ‘okay’, Tobio didn’t know what else to do than do as she said, eventually ending up in a secluded, yet spacious hallway. There were only a few people scattered about, all seemingly rather busy.

Then his eyes landed on a familiar frame that he would recognise any time and any place, forever burned into his memory. Your bare back facing him, phone to your ear as frustration pulled your shoulders high.

Everything else seemed to disappear when he heard your voice, “no, no, it’s supposed to be four-“ you spun around, and the sentence died instantly once your eyes automatically locked with his.

He fell for the temptation, trying to be as subtle as possible as he let his eyes travel you up and down. You were breathtaking, all dolled up in a floor length, satin gown in deep maroon. There was a shy slit in your skirt, and your exposed arms were decorated with the prettiest jewlery.

But what had his breath catch in his throat was the familiar pendant resting right on the centre of your chest — the dainty necklace he recognised as his gift for you for your first anniversary.

“Mr. Kageyama, as requested,” the stranger said before hurrying away to attend other tasks.

“Just… I trust you’ll be able you fix it,” you spoke softly into the phone before hanging up, never breaking eye contact.

He swallowed the lump in his throat that had formed the moment he had seen you again, “hey.”

“Hi,” you said weakly, your nerves driving you to pull at your own fingers. The action captured his eyes which instantly had you hide your hands behind your back. You knew all too well what was running through his mind at the moment, having a nearly primal desire to interrupt it.

One could cut the tension with a knife, thick and suffocating, with so many lingering feelings resting in the prolonged eye contact.

You reached within yourself, closing your eyes for a second to force away your uneasiness. Once they opened, and met his again, all evidence of previous sentiments were gone and replaced with business. Your shoulders lowered slightly, arms moving in front of you again and your entire stance straightening with a newfound sense of confidence.

“Great! You picked a good outfit,” was the nicest compliment you were able to pay him without completely succumbing to the sadness that was walking a fine line, ready to overtake you at any second. “It’s perfect for the evening.”

He tilted his head forward bashfully to hide the small smirk of amusement that formed at his lips because he knew you were being modest in your observations. It wasn’t unintentional that he’d put on the all black, three piece suit you had helped him purchase when he was first signed.

It seemed like a lifetime ago now, but he remembered how you had gladly joined him when he was in such a desperate need for a formal wear he could pull out on special occasions. He would never forget how your lips had parted and eyes widened when he came out in that suit, unable to peer your eyes off of him. He’d watched as you had actively swallowed the lump in your throat before nodding in approval, rather enthusiastically.

“Glad to hear it,” he sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “You look great, by the way. But that’s no surprise.”

For a split second your front wavered with a weak smile. You wouldn’t allow the fragility to settle — you could not afford that tonight, of all nights.

You spun on your heel, walking down the hall in the opposite direction. Tobio didn’t hesitate to follow.

“They’re opening the doors for the other guests very soon, and in roughly twenty minutes I have to go up on stage to welcome everyone. The auction will start shortly after that.” You stopped abruptly outside a huge door, nearly causing him to crash into you. Resting your hand on the handle, he watched how it clenched around the metal. “I’ll find you after. You’re technically still my da-… my plus one.”

Without sparing him another look, you simply opened the door and entered the ballroom, leaving the word ‘date’ hang unfinished in the air.

How had the two of you gotten to this point?

His future used to be so clear — he saw his entire life headed in a direction he had never dared to dream of, based on the fear of its unlikelihood. You brought safety and comfort to his life, which had grown somewhat turbulent after garnering some fame within the world of athletes — no matter how things turned out, it would be okay, because he still had you.

But now he had to control how he didn’t let his gaze linger for too long, because it could be crossing a boundary that previously didn’t exist. He had to hold his tongue so he didn’t bombard you with all the affection he still had for you, because that wasn’t his job anymore.

Slowly but surely, the ballroom started to fill up with an assortment of characters, all ready to spend their money on the extravagant auction. Tobio found himself standing awkwardly in the same spot you left him, along the outskirts of the growing crowd, feeling beyond uncomfortable.

And though he knew he should mingle, all he was able to do was let his eyes follow you when you eventually made your way onto the stage. The music came to a slow stop, the crowd calmed down and everyone’s eyes were on you.

To everyone else, you probably seemed in control of yourself, confident even — but Tobio was still able to read you like a book, rarely having seen you as nervous as right now. Your smile was bright, but very clearly forced as your eyes roamed the audience frantically.

Suddenly you looked at him, meeting his eyes that were always so soft — a feature that somehow always caught you a little by surprise. He was often so stoic, his eyebrows always just slightly tilted in a frown. But his eyes betrayed his cold exterior, conveying a tenderness you had never really seen in anyone else.

With the familiar safety of his gaze, your breathing evened out and shoulders relaxed, which he noticed. He flashed you a small smile before giving you a reassuring nod, telling you there was nothing to be scared of — because after everything, he would still catch you if you were to fall.

Exhaling deeply, you started the welcome speech, your smile now genuine. He followed every single word that fell from your lips with immense professionalism, and every once in a while when your eyes found him in order to ground yourself, his heart would skip a beat.

“Once again, thank you all for attending and I hope you all enjoy the evening.” The crowd erupted into polite applause while you walked down from the stage gracefully.

“You did great,” Tobio breathed as you had joined him again.

“Thank god,” you sighed. “That speech has kept me awake all week.”

“No, it was good. Very professional.” You turned to look at him, a beautiful smile painting your lips as old habits steered your hand for his face.

When you realised what you were about to do, your face fell, hand freezing inches before making contact with his cheek. In all the stress of being up on that stage with everyone’s eyes glued on you, you had forgotten the nerves caused by your ex boyfriend.

It had just come so naturally to you, to caress his cheek. It was a gesture you always did whenever he would come with one of his simple compliments.

“Sorry,” you whispered, quickly retracting your hand.

“No, no, it’s okay,” he stuttered sadly. Tobio had held his breath from the moment he’d noticed your hand raise from your side.

He had frozen still once he realised what was about to happen in hopes that if he didn’t move, you would continue in your trance and he’d eventually feel your flesh pressed against his face. He’d been deprived of the sensation for so long, and he was left disappointed when the feeling never arrived.

Was this how the evening was going to play out? Standing beside each other for hours in an awkward and unnatural silence, both too scared to do anything in fear of offending the other?

Tobio wanted to say something, but small talk had never been his strong suit — that was always your area of expertise, fill the void with chatter so no one was left feeling uncomfortable.

“You planning to bid on anything?” It was as if you had been able to read his mind, saving him from his ever spiralling mind.

“No, not really,” he said simply. “You?”

He turned to look at you, feeling a sense of relief as you let out a small snicker, observing how the auction was about to start.

“I may be in charge of this entire thing, but that doesn’t mean I have the money to get any of the things they’ve put up,” you sighed. “That trip to the Maldives looking really good right now, though.”

For a split second, Tobio heavily considered putting all his money on that trip for you. He imagined being able to walk beside you along the crystal blue shores of the Maldives, peace and relaxation washing over you to the point where you would finally have the time to take proper breaths.

But it was but a mere dream, only a reality in the depths of his mind where he was allowed to fantasise that you were still his.

For the next three hours, you stood side by side as you witnessed all the luxuries items being auctioned off one by one. Every once in a while you would shoot a casual comment in hopes it would lighten the looming cloud that hung over you — it remained persistent.

It didn’t go unnoticed, how the tension in your shoulders never completely evaporated. Even when your bosses came to shower you with praise for all the hard work you’d done, or when you were updated on the insane sum of money that would be donated, your shoulders remained permanently raised half an inch.

He could only suspect it was his presence that caused the strain. Maybe it had been a bad idea of him to attend.

In hindsight he could see how it was nothing short of selfish — because what other reason for attending would he have than only wanting to see you again? He didn’t serve any more purpose than decoration. His name wasn’t even among the most noticeable, so it wasn’t like he brought any more traction to the event than it already had.

Maybe it would be best if he just bolted, let you be able to enjoy what could be considered your evening. You should be proud, celebrate the success of your hard work.

As the auction had slowly evolved into a party, several pairs had decided to move along to the beautiful rhythm that filled the ballroom. Tobio would shoot shy glances towards you, spotting how you were staring longingly at the dance floor.

“You want to dance?”

“What?”

Shit — he hadn’t meant to blurt it out. He genuinely thought the question simply floated in his mind to entertain his fantasy. Seemed like his subconscious had more power than he thought when the words slipped past his lips.

And now you were stood ogling him in shock, arms wrapped around yourself as you were visibly trying to comprehend his question.

He cleared his throat, trying to find the confidence he used to have with you once upon a time. “Would you like to dance?” He asked again, voice steadier than he would have anticipated.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you considered his request. “Okay,” you whispered, his heart skipping a beat.

This was not the time to let his confidence waver, offering his elbow like a gentleman, holding his breath as he waited for you to hook your arm with his.

Stood in the middle of the dance floor facing each other, you tried to calm your rapid breathing as you waited for him to take the lead.

With slight hesitation you placed your right hand on his shoulder. And it seemed like he picked up on the reluctance in your movements, because his right hand grabbed a hold of yours to have it stretched out — reminding you how big they were compared to yours.

But when you felt his left hand make contact with your bare back, you couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath, igniting memories you had so sorely tried to forget.

In the dead of night, when it seemed like the two of you were the only people left in the world, he would place his lips tenderly along your back, pulling soft giggles from you as his breath tickled you when it brushed against your skin.

And now his warm hand was resting within the ghost of those kisses, reminding you not only of the private and intimate moments shared together, but also just how gentle he was with you.

To say Tobio was a little rough around the edges was an understatement. He could definitely be crass, tone bordering on cruel when talking to someone, despite having no ill intentions whatsoever. His face was nearly permanently stamped with a frown, seemingly always in a bad mood to the untrained eye.

The Tobio people saw on court was also ruthless. Always giving it his all, whether if it was his calculated sets or his powerful serves — he never showed his opponents mercy.

But the second a match was over, and he was reunited with you, all edge seemed to disappear. Same strong hands that had recently performed fiercely on the court, would now cup your face with utmost care while you shied away from prying eyes.

Same tender touch was pressed lovingly against your back in this very moment — and it felt so safe. The security he always supplied in his embrace came to show so easily. Taking care of you was second nature to him, even now after everything.

“Never known you to be a dancer,” you said carefully as he started to take the lead, moving surprisingly graciously along to the music.

“I’m full of surprises,” he dared to joke with the faintest smirk.

“Never known you to be a guy of surprises either,” you quipped, having his smirk stretch a little wider.

He turned to scan the other couples, leaving you to just admire him.

He really was beautiful, and he didn’t even seem to be the slightest bit aware of the fact. When going about his day, he never brought attention to himself so it was easy to forget — until it struck you like lightning from clear skies, suddenly and all at once.

“You’ve outdone yourself tonight,” he breathed, shifting his attention back to your face. It caught you off guard, your cheeks heating up with embarrassment, scared he caught you in your admiration.

“You really think so?”

“Definitely. I’m really impressed.” Again you had his heart skip a beat, when for the first time this evening, you flashed him a wide and genuine grin.

“Thank you.”

“Then again-“ he began, a little scared to continue when you raised your eyebrows in curiosity. “You’ve always been impressive.”

Finally your stress released. Your shoulders lowered and you relaxed in his arms, a softness in your features he had been waiting to reunite with.

This was Tobio — the person you had shared countless conversations about all and nothing with, who knew you inside out. There wasn’t any reason for it to be uncomfortable. Why not make the best out of the situation?

“Volleyball’s going great, I hear,” you breathed, a newfound, though a little unsteady, contentment in your voice.

He nodded slowly, “yeah, you could say that,” a shameless smile of pride curling his lips upwards.

“Bet you can see the end of the road to being the best, now?”

“Staring to spot it,” he mused, acting a lot more humble than you were used to.

“Only Oikawa ahead of you now. Heard he’s still considered to be a remarkable setter-“

“Oh, shut up,” he said with a roll of the eyes, your words trailing into soft giggles.

“You know I’m just kidding. I’ve known you to be the best all along,” you said softly, slowly melting into his embrace more and more by the second.

And by the way he was looking at you right now, with a sense of safety that would always make you feel some sort of belonging, no matter what, you’d never be entirely lost when with Tobio.

It seemed like he felt it too. So many shared moments was coming back to him when being allowed to gaze into your eyes again, especially after all this time — he was scared he might end up spiralling if he let himself sink too deep in the familiar comfort of you.

You couldn’t help but flinch when he broke the eye contact, clearing his throat when he once again observed the surrounding crowd. “Do you think…”

“Do I think what?”

“Do you think they’ll write about this?” He scoffed, nodding in the direction of the not so subtle press who had very clearly been snapping pictures of you.

You shrugged. “I’m not worried,” you breathed, “we were never really public enough to be prolific, were we?”

The soft sound of your nervous chuckle drew his attention right back to you. He shouldn’t be too surprised that something as simple as the sound of your laugh and the twinkle in your eye could threaten to have him fall back in again — he knew he was weak. He felt it every day, with every beat of his heart, how it pulled at him to return to you.

You were dangerous that way, both to him and yourself. Your eyes would always betray you when they were staring at him, your devotion clear as day. It was always simmering just below the surface no matter how far apart you were.

“Besides, I mean, I am really just some nobody working behind the scenes in some big company. I’m no one really cares about-“

A frustrate groan shot past his teeth, spotting how his eyebrows narrowed in the angle he so often sported. “You’ve never been a nobody.” He drew a breath, a distinctly sharp one, his lips drawing in a thin line as he churned what words to say next. “You’re more than a nobody. You’re more than a somebody. You matter. You’re the only one who matters.” His voice was stern, but surprisingly calm — which only made it worse.

You couldn’t wrap your head around how he managed to serve such insanely deep and powerful declaration as it was nothing. It was like he had no idea what kind of weight his words carried, no regard for what impact it might have on you.

And there was a very simple explanation to that — because to him it was nothing. It was just the truth, which always came easy to him.

He noticed the inner corners of your eyebrows tighten, painting your face with sorrow as the corner of your lips drooped south.

“There were reasons, right? Reasons we broke up?” He asked carefully. As his volume lowered, he tilted his head forward, bringing him so painfully close.

Your sad eyes flittered between his, his crystal pools of blue that always enforced the intensity of his messages, and you began to think.

When you could feel his love still pulsating off of him, and his slightly calloused thumb sending sparks throughout your body as it subconsciously moved back and forth in soft swipes along your spine, it was hard to remember any one reason for why things ended at all.

“Yeah,” you sighed solemnly, nodding slowly, “yeah, I’m sure there was.”

The deep breath he took brushed against your face, and you had to swallow the little sob that harboured deep in your throat. “Do you miss it?”

You instantly knew what he really asked — did you miss him — the real meaning wasn’t hard to deduce, Tobio had always been horrible at hiding his real intentions.

“Sure, some days more than others,” your voice cracked slightly. It was only for a faint second, but it flashed across his face how it wasn’t necessarily the answer he wanted, a hint of anger threatening to scrunch his face. But it evaporated as quickly as it had appeared. “It’s not easy, if that’s what you’re really asking.”

“You see right through me, huh?” It sounded as he was attempting to pull the mood up, but when there was no rise in his tone nor an optimistic twitch in his expression, he failed miserably.

“Well, still know you better than I know myself.”

Silence fell between you, still letting the safety of his arms guide you along to the symphonies that filled the ballroom. You were so close to falling in, completely surrender to the serenity you knew would come over you if you just gave in.

“You know, if there was something I did, I am really sor-“

“Can we pretend?” You cut him off. “Just for tonight, can we just forget everything and pretend?”

His lips parted in surprise. Your antsy nerves creeped back into your body when he slowly pulled back, certain he would turn the request down.

And he knew he should. In a matter of seconds, the healing you’d both gone through up until this point would be undone. But he wasn’t strong enough, especially after having been at war with that antagonising devil on his shoulder all night. With your request egging it on, he was going to let it win.

“Okay,” he whispered, straightening his posture.

With the blink of an eye, you had turned it all off. A smile adorned your lips before simply inching closer to rest your cheek against his chest, reunited with the sound of his heartbeat that you were so used to falling asleep too.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt him rest his cheek on the crown of your head, his limbs squeezing you just a little tighter, as if it was somehow going to prevent you from slipping away when the evening came to a close.

You had expected it to pick up its pace, beat like a hummingbird — but it was steady.

Maybe his heart was finally beating steady, after stuttering in his chest for months, lost as it tried to find back to its purpose. And now it had been reunited with it, instantly recognising the euphoria and quickly settling into its supposed rhythm.

Bittersweet — that was how it felt. You were allowing yourself to completely bask in the comfort of Tobio. You hadn’t felt such contentment and rest since the split, and it felt nice to breathe calmly for once.

But he was still your ex, and it would come to an end eventually, again going your separate ways.

Those were sorrows for tomorrow.

You allowed yourself to dance with him, your tears quietly wetting the fabric of his jacket until the evening came to an end.

Looming in the shadow of the auctions success was a sight no one had expected to see.

She’s the cute face behind the whole event, having worked countless hours to pull it all together for it to turn out the way it did, and it’s safe to assume she is probably thrilled with the sum they were able to rake in for the sake of a good cause.

However, you’re probably reading her name and finding it awfully familiar — but you can’t seem to understand why; there’s no reason for you to know the name of some random employee at a big shot company. The name probably rings a bell because she is better known as the ex girlfriend of star player Kageyama Tobio, seemingly home in Japan for a visit. Was the reason for his unexpected return solely to attend the big evening of a special ex-someone?

During their time together, they rarely made headlines as they were notorious for keeping their relationship private. But once the handsome Ali Roma setter became available, people were quick to show their interest.

Though we were not lucky enough to be of attendance at the charity auction, we’ve gotten our hands on exclusive pictures from the night. Not only were they spotted together for the majority of the evening, these photos show they didn’t seem shy when sharing a rather intimate moment on the dance floor.

One can start to speculate if the corporate sweetheart has once again swooned the sought after Kageyama.

Fret not, because we got a rare statement from the woman of the hour, and she says : “I have nothing but respect and adoration for Kageyama, but-“

Tobio shut the magazine, unable to finish the article.

tags : @hiraethwa ﾉ @shouyuus (hope you dont mind i added you love)

an : dedicated to tobio nation <3 lets go with the angst, it is obvi what i love. idk if you guys picked it up, but to me it's sooooo clear where my writers block started to disappear lol comments and reblogs is much appreciated

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When Love is Left Unspoken pt. 3 (MV)

max verstappen x reader

tags: @shelbyteller @formulaal @maluzets55 @dying-inside-but-its-classy @what-a-curated-mess @anilovessadbooks @how-what-why-huh @abbyandersonstargirl

pt. 1, pt. 2

After Brazil, you flew back to New York to catch up on brand content and the stack of books waiting for you. It was a rainy afternoon when just after filming your October reads, your phone pinged. Max was streaming. You'd turned the notifications back on after Austin but hadn’t actually tuned in.

Setting up your phone in the kitchen, you half-listened to him playing Minecraft as you started dinner. Then you heard him say your name, and you froze.

“Lots and lots of questions about y/n, I see. I’m trying to win her back, guys, so I need your help. Any suggestions?”

You smiled as you scanned the chat comments.

Move to NYC

Let her drive your F1 car

Fly her out to all your races

Propose

With a grin, you couldn’t resist joining the fun. Typing quickly, you sent a comment that lit up the chat.

Y/N: $500 worth of books is a good first step, I think.

The next morning, your doorman called. “I need you to come down and get these packages. There are way too many.”

Confused, you walked downstairs—only to be met with a pile of Barnes & Noble boxes and realization hit. Back in your apartment, you opened them to find 25 books from your Goodreads “want to read” list. Your heart swelled.

Y/N: Max! This was too much!

MV: Nothing is too much when it comes to you.

Later that day, you went live on Instagram, answering questions. Predictably, most were about Max. Your fans were torn, with some excited at the idea of you two rekindling and others still wary.

“Look, I get it. He did me dirty, but it’s complicated. It’s easy to say I shouldn’t even consider this, but we have 15 years of history. He’s… still my Max.”

A comment caught your eye.

Maxverstappen1: Glad to know I still have a chance.

The chat erupted, and before long, gossip accounts were tagging you in posts speculating on your relationship.

That evening, you were winding down with a glass of wine, just about to turn on the Thursday Night Football game, when there was a knock at your door. With a sigh, you shuffled to answer it, already irritated by the interruption—until you opened the door to find Max standing there.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, surprised.

“Oh, I was just in the area,” he said casually, his eyes gleaming, though you spotted a duffel bag at his feet.

“In the area? With your luggage?”

“Mmmhmm.” He grinned as you laughed, letting him in. He set his bag on the counter and pulled you into a warm hug, resting his head on top of yours.

“We’re supposed to be taking it slow, Max,” you reminded him, your voice muffled against his chest.

“Whatever, schatje.” He rolled his eyes as you led him to the couch. He plopped down beside you, lifting your legs onto his lap, and you couldn’t help but relax into the moment.

“How long are you staying?” you asked as he pretended to watch the game.

“Until Monday, if that’s okay.”

“And you just assumed I’d drop everything to host you?” you teased.

“Yeah,” he replied, turning back to the screen.

“Ugh, you’re impossible.”

He smirked. “Cheer up, schatje. I got us tickets to the Bills game on Sunday so you can see your team. And I get to see Daniel.”

Your face lit up. “Daniel’s going to be there?”

He narrowed his eyes, a hint of jealousy flickering. “Yeah. Don’t act too excited.”

You laughed, entwining your fingers with his, grateful for these small, familiar moments.

The next two days were spent showing Max around NYC, and you started to fall back into your old habits with him. He refused to let go of your hand anytime you were walking somewhere, and you felt his eyes on you everywhere you went. 

It was Saturday night, and you were waiting for a table outside of a restaurant, watching as Max took a selfie with a younger fan. 

“Is that your girlfriend? She’s pretty,” the young girl said, and you blushed. Max shot you a big smile. 

“She is pretty, but not my girlfriend. She will be soon,” he replied, and the girl giggled. 

Max led you to your table with one hand resting on your lower back. You’d chosen one of your favorite Italian restaurants, and you're eager to put a nice bottle of wine on his tab, of course. 

Sitting across from him, you felt nervous at the intimacy of the setting. His eyes were swimming with emotions of the past and where you were now. 

“I want to hear everything that has happened to you since I last saw you in Australia,” he said inquisitively. You took a sip of your wine before diving in. 

You told him about your channel growing and getting famous guests on the podcast. How you’d moved to New York a year ago for a change of scenery but still visited back home often. You told him about your friends who had started getting married and having kids, but you weren’t jealous of them; you were very content in your life. You described NYC at Christmas and how the first time you experienced it, you felt like you were in a different world. He listened as you mentioned a few guys you had briefly dated, and he was pleased to hear that none of them had worked out. 

Finishing up your monologue, you meet Max’s gaze and notice the lingering sadness in his eyes. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked concerned. 

“I’m just thinking about all the stuff I missed,” he admitted, looking down. “All the stuff I should have been there for. How could you ever forgive me?” 

His eyes glistened, and you thought for a moment before replying.

“Because I want to believe that the Max of the past is still there,” you said softly. “You broke me down, but I survived and kept going. As much as it hurt, good came out of it. Maybe we needed time to be away from each other to grow up. I don’t know if I can ever forget what happened, Max, but I can try and forgive.” 

He reached across the table to grab your hand, “I don’t deserve you.”

“You definitely don’t,” you teased, trying to lighten the mood. 

—------------------------------------------------------

The next day, you bundled up in your Bills gear and headed off to meet up with Daniel before the game. He was supposedly at some random person’s tailgate, so you and Max wove through the hoards of people to get to him. Watching Max in this environment was very amusing as it was just another world of people; not a single person had stopped him to ask for a picture. 

“Hey man,” Max greeted Daniel, pulling him into a hug. “Enjoying retirement?” 

“I get to do this now, so of course,” Daniel joked before turning to you. 

“What’s up y/n? It’s been a while,” he said, eyebrows raised, and you knew a million questions were running through his mind. He had been Max’s teammate for a little while back then, so you knew him well. 

“It has,” you agreed. More and more people joined the tailgate, and you could tell Max was getting on edge. 

You were conversing with Scotty and Daniel when you grabbed Max’s hand, pulling him closer to you to ease his discomfort. He took your invitation, sliding behind you with his arms wrapped around your chest, his head resting on the top of yours. Daniel gave him a big smirk, and you rolled your eyes, moving your hands up to hold on to Max’s. 

Max had no idea what was happening during the whole game but he still enjoyed watching you get so excited. The way your face lit up in excitement was something he was committing to memory, hoping he would get that same look from you soon enough. 

After the game, you walked back to your apartment, the city lights twinkling as you strolled through the crisp November air. Max kept your hand firmly in his, his thumb brushing against your knuckles in a way that made your heart race.

Inside, you set your things down, still buzzing from the excitement of the game. Max shrugged off his jacket, glancing around the apartment as though trying to memorize every detail.

He looked over at you, his expression softening. "You know, this place really suits you."

You smiled. "Thanks. It finally feels like home."

There was a pause, a comfortable silence settling between you. Then, he spoke again, his voice laced with a vulnerability you rarely heard from him. "I want you to come to the Netherlands with me for the holidays. I know it’s a lot to ask, but I’d love for you to see my family again and… just, maybe, have you close."

You looked at him, surprised. His gaze was steady, unwavering, but there was a hint of nervousness in his eyes. You could see he was waiting for an answer, for you to trust him again enough to take this step.

“Max…” You hesitated, your mind racing. A part of you was scared of what it would mean to spend Christmas with him and his family—to be a part of his life again. But then you looked at him, really looked at him, and saw the man who had always been there, in some way, over the years.

A smile crept onto your face. “Alright. I’ll come.”

His face lit up in a way you hadn’t seen in a long time. He pulled you into his arms, kissing your forehead softly. "You have no idea how happy that makes me."

You laughed, suddenly feeling warm and at ease. "I guess we’ll see how much Dutch I remember."

As he held you close, you knew that whatever lay ahead, you were ready to see where this new chapter with him would lead.

[sircolinmorgan]

I still haven’t recovered from saturday, the evening has just been going round and round in my head for days and I still cant actually believe it happened.

I’ve got a ticket for the streaming of Here In America and I’ve just watched the first 20 minutes which is not helping me to calm down at all 😅 When the play starts and Shaun first appears, that was the side I was sitting on just a few seats away from him and my brain was like OH MY GOD HE’S REAL

[pardonmydelays]

best thing(s) that happened this year?

edith, i really love this question! this is going to be long, i hope that's alright!

i spent the first week of january with my family which i really appreciate (my parents are getting old and i don't see them very often so i treasure every second of every meeting) and speaking of family, i feel like my relationship with my mom got much better and healthier this year because we're both actually trying (it's always been complicated but it's getting better. i love her so much so it's very important to me)

i found a new job that i actually like (however, my boss is an asshole and i know i'm not going to stay here for too long) and i've learned a lot here (mostly about myself which i am really grateful for) - i'm going to start looking for a new job in january tho and that makes me feel kinda excited

seeing tick tick boom in a theatre in warsaw was definitely one of the most important things that happened to me this year and this saturday i'm going to see rent (with bel! ❤️) here in kraków, another jonathan larson's musical and both mean so much to me, i feel like it's gonna change me forever

the release of clancy (and everything that happened before, which means twenty one pilots dropping the "i am clancy" video back in february - yes i do remember exactly where i was when i saw it for the first time - and the release of overcompensate and me streaming first singles from clancy before the album came out and i just KNEW that everything was going to change for me, then buying the clancy tour tickets, making that damn powerpoint presentation which got some people interested in their music, making the sahlo folina jacket for me and also bel and helping her buy the ticket for clancy tour so she can go with me and meeting so many amazing people because i joined the clique - coconut sharks! - and and and oh my fucking god i can go on and on about how they saved my fucking life this year i literally want to cry because so many things happened because of those two idiots from ohio this year and i can't even begin to explain how important it all is for me) 😭

the eras tour - now that i look back at it this is all about prison gang for me - making friendship bracelets for you guys, watching livestreams with you on discord, going there with bel (our adventures are always the best jfkebkwk) and it's actually true what she said, we were more excited about seeing you, edith, than taylor 😂 and i think it's safe to say that this was my final moment as a swiftie but it was a beautiful way to end this chapter of my life and i will always have a very special place in my heart for those memories

i've had a lot of ups and downs this year but it was such an important lesson for me - for example i've finally learned that isolating myself is not good for my mental health and actually, talking to my friends make me feel much better (even if we just talk about silly stuff) cause they always make me smile/laugh and i love them so much (this is about both - online and irl friends)

TWENTY ONE PILOTS-

[haloberry]

I was sick this entire day, but before bed, my daily theory.

Thank Saints that the event is on a Saturday, I would have actually skip school to watch it(/j)— but let’s talk about what we want to happen on the 4th.

Obviously, the eggs coming back is a major one. While not confirmed, it would line up if they did come back since we know that their all stuck somewhere completely different to the main island. And, with the most recent Quackity tweet, we can assume they were stuck in a place called Purgatory.

How they got there, no clue, but we know that Purgatory just by the name alone is no bueno. And apparently, that’s where the islanders are going. They all have a one way ticket to Purgatory, yay.

The thing is, where and what the fuck is it? Is it another island? Is it a dimension? Is it genuinely the afterlife? The tickets themselves were given out by Cucurojo, or black Cucurucho, who was thought to have no connection to the Federation. But, at the same time, the Federation obviously knows about Purgatory given ElQuackity had stolen the ticket from Quackity to go there. Describing it as “a place worse than torture .” (Loose translation I’m tired lmao)

Not to mention the black concrete, which was probably Purgatory leaking through onto the island. But, what does it fucking mean? Here are my 2 working theories.

1) It’s a place where, like it’s name, we get to see the islanders pay for their sins. What sins you may ask? Well, breaking all those rules of course! It could be a mass punishment to the islanders going through many challenges, from harder mods, to harder enigmas, to fucking “survival of the fittest” type bullshit all while protecting the eggs that have been living there for the past 2 months!

2) Like the 1st theory, expect this time instead of island, it’s a different dimension entirely. That’s why ElQuackity was sent there to give feedback to the Federation to explain how they could get rid of it while also keeping an eye of the islanders to make sure they don’t die.

Who knows at this point, but I hope Etoiles gets that fucking Periodite! He’s gunna need it! I’m excited for the horrors that are gunna unfold while I most likely do my laundry while watching the streams lmao.

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

6.29.24 Saturday

9:19 am

Still,have windblow...

I did a live stream on Tagged last night it was "adult hour" super adult hour like 11 onwards... I can't stream earlier coz I'm busy on something here,personal business and some things here...

I'm not happy being flatten,I hope my viewers last night take my words seriously coz I'm really serious though probably some will not take my words seriously...

Uncle DD and Aunt Karen are not here,yet... Thanks for the 1 sack of rice but I need to have maintenance of some creams and lotions for me that I'm still a bummer now... I need some toiletries here to calm my dying or crying soul.

I mentioned Borgy Manotoc name on my live stream for something that I wanted to visit ilocos just for saying hi and whatever "adventure" I can have there in their "sand dunes".... I wanted to transfer in ilocos,in time. I just wanna talk on something if ever...

Last night, I have 1 viewer who wanted to go here in the house, wearing white shirt.... I said it is not allowed coz this is a private house and for my safety and it depends if we have business... Probably next time I can have time to gather people. Hoping and praying but it is just for a friendly thing or gathering...

For the updates of my loans and borrowed blah2x... I have existing loans on Tala2x and Lazadah, Moca2x and that fake Credit Peso!

On Marah and Kuya Erning already my 11th water container...

On Ely is is 4k pesoses already,I still have 6k before giving him a song number but hoping for me to get a job....But we are just "really friends or just a buddy2x"....

On Doc Ibias and Elaine I have around 400 creditz as well...

So, hoping for me to get a job and I feel self-pity for not having a job and I wanted a car... I wanna have self-fulfillment.

I still feel hurt coz my cousin white is already married that I'm hating him now...

I don't know if I can have Pilot Garret... But I'm really falling for these faces having the same strength that can ease my pain... My cousin white and Garret!!! He is healing me without knowing why...

The main thing how will I pay my loans? Is there any way for me to be on TV coz of these???

10:04 am

Still,have windblow...

This is cool for just here and there.But I wanted to have a car... I feel self-pity...

This kind of 3 wheels,angels... Got it from Ebike Bentahan sa Cavite linked on Daryl Ayala.

Chasing cars???

10:31 am

I plan to loan again to get a steamer and for some expenses like my lotions...

I still wanna do nose perfection...

Did Mitch give me a simple battery? It is not about execellence.... It is about "negligence"???

I wanna be Paris angels...

10:56 am

Huh this Credit Peso?

11:07 am

This wedding gown is cool! THIS CAN BE MY WEDDING GOWN....

4:08 pm

Huh? Credit Peso?Angels please handle these crazy people...

Style of DD???

4:57 pm

Just take note of this angels...

5:29 pm

Closeness 2 fakes... Uncle DD is pink and Ate Eden is the Blue....

7:12 pm

That Eden girl is intelligent on making a division here... She wanted a separate monthly dues... She is mentioning a 2 separate house and lot that she ordered on Uncle DD...

Eden is so good on making an another route of story... The one is wearing a blue shirt. But she said it was as well requested by Uncle DD...

8:57 pm

This is weird life here... Uncle DD is having a strange behaviour...

No update from Teleperformance... Fakers crew of INC's or Manalo's crew perhaps... They are the people who have the access on the treasure of the world. Free car,free plane ticket and free surgery... They have the easy life coz they are crew and artist at the same time...

9:03 pm

Credit Peso and Lemon Loan are both crazy and fakers... I didn't push through my Lemon Loan. If you borrow 1000 they will only give 500.

Credit Peso and Lemon Loan are having the same fakers and killers group!

9:08 pm

Later will do live hoping I can monetize in Tagged...

9:43 pm

It is hard for me to find a bf... Can I steal my fucking cousin white angels? I want my power! My power coming from my angels friends...

It is impossible that Garret can appear here... I feel hopeless...

I wanna steal my cousin white from that bride... Can I get back my cousin white? Whereever he is I hope I have angels to steal my cousin white for me and lead him to my road....

For my killer group can you separate my cousin white from women and lead him back to me... Can you please prove to me that I'm your friend, power me...

[bisexual-kane]

I think AEW ratings and ticket sales discourse is extremely tedious, but I did realize something watching Double or Nothing:

I meet a lot of the same people at AEW shows.

AEW has a dedicated audience that AEW is a little too big for.

Like, I went to All In. And the first Double or Nothing. And the first Revolution. And I've been to every All Out except for the time I had COVID.

But at that first Double or Nothing, I met someone from Texas and had flown in from [a different state] myself. Later, I saw that same person at the following All Out.

At one time, when AEW only had four pay-per-views, you could realistically go to all-or-most of them. I saw a lot of the same people there.

Even now, if you go to an AEW show, you will see at least ten people with an I WAS THERE shirt from things like Punk or Mone's debuts.

However, now AEW has eight-ish pay-per-views. That's too many to go to all of them. It's almost too many to buy to stream live (I happen to have a for-real grownup job and a double-income household with no kids. I doubt the average wrestling fan could drop $50 this many times a year).

And a similar thing happens with Dynamite. When Dynamite was the only show, I never missed an episode of AEW. But now, I regularly miss Rampage and Collision because, while I love wrestling, I don't want to spend all of my free time watching wrestling. Collision was just a couple-of-hours drive away recently, and I didn't go because it's easy to say, "Aww, they'll be back soon."

I mean, I flew all the way to Vegas for a show once. Then I didn't even drive a couple of hours on a Saturday.

And it's not that the shows are worse. It's not because I'm not interested. I definitely read recaps and watch clips to keep up. It's just that there are more shows. So it's harder to go to all of them, but also I am also confident that there will be a next time so it's okay if I miss one.

Like, I'm sure losing Punk and Cody hurt and also WWE got "good" again. But I think one thing that is happening is that AEW still has roughly the same number of fans buying tickets and tuning in, it's just that there is more AEW, so those fans are stretched out across the product.

[teakoodrawz]

[ 💛 || Movie Date - SCC ] [ words - 1143 ]

“ Yo Sweet-heart! How’s your day goin, hm~? ” [ Cap’n sang as he sat down next to Sweet while they tried to fix their guitar by replacing new strings and then the wires inside. ] “ good! Good. anyways. Whatcha need? ” [ while the speaker is fixing their electric guitar. The boombox clicked their mouth and hummed ] “ mmh. Nothin! Just wanna check on you. Why not go hang with me~? ” [ he placed his elbow on their shoulder with a smile ]

[ Sweet tapped their chin with their screwdriver and hummed ] “ hmm…maybe later! ”[ they sang. Cap’n leaned in closer to them and wrapped his arms around their neck ] “ c’mon! Pleeaasee~? Just for a moment~? My sweetpea~? Sugar~? Candy~? I can maybe change my looks to make you look at me~? ”

[ Sweet chuckled hearing those words. They dropped their screwdriver and their tools ] “ haha okay fine! Fine. ” [ they both got up ] “ if we’re going to the boutique shop again i wouldn’t let you borrow my wallet. ” [ they placed their hand on their hip with an eye they gave like an eyebrow raised ]

“ (snickered) noo~? Noo~! Actually we’re not going to that place. We’re going somewhere fun with k_k! “ [ he sang with a smile. Then he pulled down his shades, wiping it. Put it back on and adjust it. Sweet shrugged. Seems like he knew someplace better to go to have fun with his bandmates. ] “ Okay captain! Lead the way! ” “ awesome! ”

[ - - - ]

[ with the trio in their flying turntable roaming around in the city in the sky. With those vaporwave grids above them. Sweet was mostly the one driving the turntable as Cap’n pointing the directions they would go to take his bandmates with them ]

“ okay uuh. Hmm.. ” [ a finger on Cap’n’s chin tapping. He looked below. He is a little nearsighted but he can still see a little clearer ]

[ a smile on his face and pointed below ] “ there! ” [ Sweet then followed. Clicked the buttons and the equalizer button. As they shifted and slowly moved down below to the ground. Until they reached it and landed. The flames below faded and they all stepped down. Sweet shutted it off and twisted their key. Pulls it and placed it on their pocket ]

[ the trio looked at the building. With a sign saying ‘ online stream movie night! ’. Sweet look at Cap’n ] “ wait- so you’re taking us out for a movie night? ” “ mhm! Kind of like- maybe a romantic date~? ” “ what movie.? ” “ something romantic and violent. With musical in it~! ” [ k_k chuckled behind. Though they would wanna watch something about cars. Cap’n pointed the movie he picked on the wall with a poster ]

[ Sweet giggled ] “ Cap. There's a sign here that says it’s sold out. ” “ ap-bop-bop-bop-bop! ” [ he gave a finger tilting. He digs through his pocket and pulls out three movie tickets ] “ I already reserved some tickets for us~! ”

“ cool! ” “ awesome. Wait- what’s the occasion? You normally never take us out for something special like this? ” “ (snickered) you don’t remember what day it is? ” [ Sweet shrugged. Their eye shifted to the right thinking and remembered the date ] “ it’s…saturday.? ” [ Cap’n chuckled . palm in his head ] “ sweet…it’s our anniversary together!! ” “ w-what?!?! ” [ both the boombox and the cd player started laughing that Sweet actually and accidentally forgot what day it is ]

[ Sweet placed their palm in their cubic head. Then covering their entire face with both hands and turned around ] “ noooo! I didn’t knoooow! I’m so sorry!! ” [ with a yellow tint blush on them. Cap’n walked near and patted their back ] “ it’s alright sweet! We can still go out today! We’re already here anyway! ” “ mhm~! ” [ k_k nodded with a smile and bent down patting their back too ]

“ seems like you really need to take a break! You had overwork yourself! ” “ and you had done it all well Sweet! Cmon! We all deserve a special day~! ” “ ngh…alright alright i should actually focus on what’s important. ”

[ Cap’n shrugged ] “ we all agreed the other day that we would borrow your little cash for this day. You probably weren’t listening that time and you just sort of agreed. ” [ the last time they had a conversation together at the table eating their snacks together. With Cap’n and k_k chatting and agreeing about sharing their money together for this day ]

“ We should head inside now before the movie starts! ” [ the cd player sang behind as they all started to walk inside the building and entered.. Buying salted buttered popcorn and energy fueling sodas. Gave their tickets and went inside ]

[ they find their seats together and quietly sat down. As the movie trailer and teasers started. Cap’n already started eating the popcorn. Sweet slapped his hands ] “ hey! Don’t start eating when the movie hasn’t begun! ” “ oh c’mon! It’s good! ” [ the speaker took the popcorn bucket ] “ gimme that! ”

[ only a few minutes when the movie started. The boombox adjusted his shades. He then snickered ] “ bet when we get to the best scene where couples started kissing we will emotionally smooch together am i right~? ” [ he nudged them. The speaker slapped their hand covering his mouth ] “ shh! ” [ one with the cap rolled his eyes ]

[ as the protagonists in the movie played their roles finding someone to love. Cap’n leaned down next to Sweet. The cube didn’t mind being close. They looked up to k_k solely focused on the film. Drinking its soda quietly. Cap’n clinged into Sweet’s arm and purring ] “ meow love me sweetpea~ ” “ Cap! C’mon! ” [ the two teased whispered silent ] “ haha c’mon! We could start a titanic roleplay back in the junkshop! ” “ i’d rather push you off the boat as a plot twist ” “ w-wh but! You liked me being Jack! ” “ janitor is better. ” “ hey! ” [ as the two joked. The cd player placed their arm covering them. Trying to watch the film quietly ]

[ long minutes later where the best scene started. Sunset tucks down the hill as the lovers on top of the car started to lean in closer to the perfect timing. Sweet felt the thumbing beat on their chest. Wanting a scene like that. As they looked at Cap’n and Cakes. Already smooching. They watched their bandmates cutely kissing. As popcorn they threw on their face ]

[ then after they pulled away. Sweet tapped their partner cap ] “ May I get the turn? ” [ they asked without hesitation but in desperate ]

[ k_k then pulled them into the middle spot to the armrest and the two kissed them. The thumbing beat on their heat continues as fans run.  As Sweet’s face started heating up. It slides down to Cap’n and slumps wrapping their arms around him ] “ mhh.. I like this movie. We could maybe watch star wars spaceballs again ” “ SKKDJSFKAD“ [ the boombox with cap couldn’t help but wheeze. They remembered how funny the film was ]

“ okay okay let’s go maybe take a nice scenery view above the city right after this. Maybe watch the moon and kiss~ ” “ mh..sounds very cinematic. Sure! ” [ for now. They watched the film in theaters ]

[aestheticvoyage2023]

Day 231: Saturday August 19, 2023 - Special Day at the Zoo

A lot of special reasons to get to the Zoo this Saturday. Earlier in the week, the long awaited two-toed Sloth habitat opened and it was also Nandi the Elephant's 9th birthday and so the zoo was a buzz. William and I ventured downtown after kissing Mama goodbye, and started by getting rid of some duck food in the big pond. The few ducks that ran off with the large pieces of hot dog bun William tossed their way had to wonder what was the hurry, but I knew - he had his eyes on that Train. And he let me know over and over and over, even after we were in line with our tickets. There was no secret, he expected a train ride before going to the Zoo. We got our seat right up front and he screamed his pretend train whistle as we crossed the little stream bridges and raced the ducks he was throwing oyster cracks too a few minutes before. With that out of the way, we could now get on with the business of the day, which was to see our friends at the zoo now that its not so danged hot.

We went straight for the Sloth after checking in, down into the South America Loop to say hi to Niko, check in with the Cappy and the Monkeys, and to meet Gwen the new Sloth. He was tucked up into a hammock bowl where we could just see some fur, but we listened to the informational talk there and enjoyed seeing the really beautiful habitat they built for him. William agreed, it was like a Sloth WildKatz. We planned to check back later - and after 3 trips back here to the Sloth's den, he never moved. So we'll have to meet him another day - great reason to have to come back! For now, William will have to enjoy the stuffed sloth I got him. I just couldn't resist - especially knowing Im fudging it a little bit with his age, but I gladly give it back in the market with the zoo fries and the gift shop!

Out on the back 40, they had games and puppets and all kinds of crafts to celebrate Nandi's birthday. William wasn't interested in the craft birthday hats, but he was captivated by the puppet show and also the bubble machine. I was happy that William was not at all interested in the kids elephant mud pit (though we would have been in it had he wanted to! - maybe next year!) He liked the idea that Elephants have birthdays just like him, and we waved to Nandi out on her plaground and blew her kisses, and then wanted cake. I compromised and fed him french fries with mayonnaise. He did not complain.

It was nice with this cooler and cloudy weather - wonderful day in the park with temps down in the 90s for once. It was nice to be able to get some normal routine back. And for all the many dozens of times William and I have been to the zoo in the last 10 months, its still fun every time. From a fun stare down with the giraffe, seeing poison dart frogs grow, catching the Otter swimming and playing in the pool, or knowing the name of the ant eater. The zoo has been our favorite place to be together. Its a place that I am grateful for. As we left, my happy little boy bolted his pointer finger over my shoulder at the carousel and said "go back there" which I clearly understood to mean, let's go ride on the carousel! and so I responded with "which animal do you want to ride?" He said "Duck" which I thought was an odd choice, but given how this all started with feeding the duck's I figured why not. And as we scanned for a duck to ride, I was happy when distracted by the Alligator, he had changed his mind. Which in absolute irony, he had picked out an Alligator in the gift shop before we found the sloth, to which William's immediate reaction was not to get the Sloth but to hand me the Alligator and exclaim "Put this back, please!" Which I took to mean, we're definitely taking the sloth home. But now we're on the carousel, and as if to tip his hat to the Gator, and tell him he still loves him, he sat proudly and confidently upon the big toothy smile like he was really onto something, squealing and laughing as we waited for the ride to start. He loves the zoo. And while we've had some fun venturing out to what other zoos have to see, this one, on a Saturday morning, with Dad, will always be his favorite. And it will be mine too.

Song: Raffi - Going To The Zoo

Quote: “I forgot what we were celebrating. Because we were always celebrating something, a new job, a new poem, a new love, a new dream.” ― Audre Lorde

[cherokeestarfish]

Welcome Post

Hey, y'all! I've made this pinned post as a way to help y'all navigate any backlogged content, as well as to help you see at a glance what's on the livestream schedule.

Content Tags

Mondays — This will separate out any posts specifically relevant to Monday series, regardless of whether it's something I'm playing solo or together with SpecificPixel, including announcements, cancellations, completion blogs, etc.

Thursdays — Same as the Mondays tag, but for Thursday series.

Fridays — Also the same, but for special Friday series.

Saturdays — Same again, but for Saturday series.

Husbandplays — This tag is for any content or announcements that include SpecificPixel, mostly games we stream together on Mondays.

General Tags

Patreon update — This tag has all my posts about changes in tier rewards, procedures, etc. on Patreon.

Community — This is where you'll find anything regarding Twitch, YouTube, or other social media, plus general announcements and updates.

Fanart — This tag has any fanart our community is kind enough to create and share!

Poll — This tag includes all polls and voting results for Patreon shortlisting (where y'all narrow down the games that go on the public polls).

Special event — This is for unique or unusual content like marathons, charity streams, or anything that occurs outside the normal schedule.

Info — This tag has all my posts like this one, which include general updates and information.

Welcome post — Especially for this pinned post!

I'll edit to include new tags here as they come up.

Schedule at a Glance

Mondays:

Monday series alternate between my solo "streamer's choice" games and husbandplays with SpecificPixel, where we take turns choosing games for each other to play with multiplayer titles in between.

Week A: Divine Divinity (2002; PC)

Wasteland 2 (2014; PC)

Wasteland 3 (202; PC)

Week B: Blaze & Blade (1998; PSX) w/SpecificPixel

Soul Blazer (1992; SNES)

Super Mario RPG: Legend of the Seven Stars Remake (2023; Switch)

Thursdays:

Thursday is variety night! We play a little of every genre, as chosen by patrons and then voted on by the broader audience.

The Legend of Kyrandia 1 (1992; DOS)

Obsidian (1997; PC)

Etherlords (2001; PC)

Mystery P.I.: The Lottery Ticket (2007; PC)

Pokémon Crystal (2001; GBC)

Fridays:

Fridays are special streams and not part of the typical schedule. Right now, these include game "tastings" (one-shot samples) and longplays awarded to charity donors:

Wild Arms 3 (2002; PS2)

Dark Messiah of Might and Magic (2006; PC)

Deus Ex (2000; PC)

Arcanum: Of Steamworks and Magick Obscura (2001; PC)

Darkstone (1999; PC) w/SpecificPixel

Clive Barker's Undying (2001; PC)

Zombie Dinos from Planet Zeltoid (1992; CD-i)

Disney's Hades Challenge (1998; PC)

Saturdays:

Saturday streams are party-based RPGs, usually open-world. After finishing a slate of titles chosen by patrons and voted on by other viewers, I pick a game for myself to chill through before we run the next poll.

Baldur's Gate: Siege of Dragonspear (2016; PC)

Wasteland 1 (1988; DOS)

Eye of the Beholder 1 (1991; DOS)

Lands of Lore 1 (1993; DOS)

Might & Magic 8 (2000; PC)

Of course, if you've got questions or need any help finding stuff, just comment or message me and I'm happy to help!

[spaciousreasoning]

New Pizza Experience

Saturday morning’s blood sugar dropped a point, to 133. It might have been the fudgesicle after dinner last night. It could have been the potatoes for lunch yesterday.

After finishing our coffee and brain games, we made breakfast sandwiches with sourdough bread, bacon, egg and cheese. Nancy is not happy with the coffee we got at Costco recently. It’s dark roast, but it’s an espresso blend, so it’s too bitter for her. We will find something else to blend with it and smooth out the taste.

She got on the phone with the piano people after breakfast and ordered the delivery of the digital instrument she liked on our visit Friday. According to the folks at the store, the delivery might be as soon as this Wednesday.

We checked with our duplex neighbor about a package that was supposedly delivered to us. The photo taken at the time of the delivery was definitely not from our stoop, but it looked like it might be the neighbor’s. He thought it was a package from his mom for his upcoming birthday, but he was planning to return it to us once he discovered it was not for him. We are surprised the delivery person did not notice the difference in the address. Perhaps he did not realize it was a duplex, which is kind of surprising.

Nancy and I took a slow walk for 2.2 miles, a pace of just about 24 minutes per mile. It was sunny and warm-ish, so I thought I might walk another couple of miles later. But I decided to pass on another walk when I woke up from a nap due to soreness in my hips and legs.

About 4 p.m. we went to dinner at Mezza Luna, a pizza place in downtown Springfield. Nancy suggested going there because the recent Eugene Weekly’s “best of” issue ranked it as one of the best pizza places in the area. We got two slices, one with just pepperoni and the other one with pepperoni, bacon, spinach and feta cheese. Both were quite tasty, and we’ll be going back to try more from their menu.

After eating, we started for Costco to get gas and buy a few groceries, but we got caught up in the traffic leaving today’s Oregon Ducks football game at Autzen Stadium. The Ducks beat the Fighting Illini 38-9, improving their record to 8-0 on the season.

While we were eating our pizza, we noticed a flyer for an appearance by Jonatha Brooke at the WOW Hall in November, so since we were waiting for the traffic to advance, I played an album by The Story, the duo of Jonatha and Jennifer Kimball, because Nancy was unfamiliar with the music. She enjoyed it, but the solo work by Jonatha I played later did not impress her, so we abandoned our plans to get tickets for the concert.

We made our Costco run, got gas, and bought a few groceries, then got home without too much more traffic nonsense. Except for the jerks who don’t know how to drive and don’t bother turning on their headlights even at dusk.

When we finally sat down for the evening’s streaming, we started with the final show in the current “Ridley” series, starring Adrian Dunbar on PBS. We followed that with the first episode of the new series of AcornTV’s “Whitstable Pearl,” based on the books by Julie Wassmer and starring Kerry Godliman. We closed with the third episode in the new series of “Shrinking,” which ended with a song called “Letting Go” by Australian musician Angie McMahon and its repetitive chorus of “it’s okay, make mistakes.”

[hotarutranslations]

Additional Seats on Sale

October 26th (Sat) November 25th (Mon)

Held at Sendai Sunplaza Hall,

Morning Musume '24 Concert Tour Autumn ~WE CAN DANCE!~

The last concerts in this tour, in my hometown of Miyagi🕺 Especially in November, the last hall performance before YokoAri🕺

For both days, We have decided to sell additional standing tickets

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🎫details

October 12th 10:00AM~ General sales have started

Happy!!!!!! Really, Miyagi's great! We'll definitely have fun!

The sense of unity in the audience that are spread in a circle, Its an atmosphere unique to Sendai Sunplaza I think💙

Please definitely come and experience it yourself

In October as well as November, (I'm happy that the next day after Miyagi in October is Iwate!) There are precious Tohoku performances

Lets enjoy it while cherishing it but having a blast💙

Everyone also look forward to it!!!

Tickets are on sale, please don't miss it

Today is Nonaka Miki-chan's birthday~~💜

Nonaka! Congrats! We celebrated with everyone yesterday!

They Nonaka looks cool on stage, Her pop when you tease her, The gap has been widening lately, Its really great to be able to work together as Morning Musume🥳✨

Even if its just for a moment, Nonaka's interesting way of telling stories, I told her about this too, I really like it~~

Thank you as always🤍

I hope you have a wonderful year!

Hello Pro Dance Gakuen, the public recording is in 1 week!

Today everyone got together🕺 We'll do our best🕺

Please definitely come and see us on October 15th! Tickets are on sale!

Hello Pro Dance Gakuen Season 12 Public Recording Event 2024

Play▶️List

Debut song 48th Pyoko Pyoko Ultra~

I danced a lot on my own..

🕺

Graduation Announcement Blog🐣🪽

Now Accepting Photobook Preorders🤍

Hello! Station #531 I also talk about my graduation in this video

📺Morning Musume Happy Daisakusen

Show titled as such on Hulu-san👑 Streaming starts on October 19th

📺Sendai Broadcast "Ara Ara Kashiko"

I appear once a month as part of the AraKashi Family

The previous shows, and makings, are on OX VIDEO STORE!

📺Hello Pro Dance Every other Thursday at 11:30PM~

Season 12 will start airing, On October 17th (Thurs)🕺

Thank you for following.. Instagram💙🩵

💿 August 14th new single✨ "Nandaka Sentimental na Toki no Uta/saiKIYOU"

Thank you very much 🏅 For Oricon Weekly Chart #1🏅

💿November 27th New album✨

Professionals-17th

This is the last CD release for Ishida "Yuukan na Dance" is being performed at autumn tour It Includes 8 new songs, with a total of 13 songs

Look forward🕺

🪩"Morning Musume '24 Concert Tour Autumn WE CAN DANCE!"

Its Ishida Ayumi's last tour💙 I'm looking forward to seeing you

🕺Hello Pro Dance Gakuen Public Recording On October 15th 🎫Tickets on Sale

📻Morning Musume '24 Morning Jogakuin ~Houkago Meeting~

Airs Every Saturday, On Radio Nihon at 12:00AM~

Past Broadcast Episodes Are Available →Program Details

Web The Television

see you ayumin <3 https://ameblo.jp/morningmusume-10ki/entry-12870404751.html

[whitehartlane]

helloooo 🫶🫶🫶 i hope you’re feeling better, sending you all the warm hugs from here <3333

until recently, the weather here has been hot and humid, befitting for a country with a tropical climate (us locals always say there’s two seasons here: hot and hotter) but as the monsoon season arrives it’s been raining a lot which i love! perfect relief for those who hate the heat (which is probably all five-ish million of us LMAO). i love the wind and some rain and find myself lulled to sleep by the cooling temperatures. rainy days indoor are always great too!

there’s a public holiday next week which i’m looking forward to, to rewind and relax. over here we don’t have a lot of public holidays (only 11 this year if i remember correctly 💀 absolutely criminal) so i’ll take whatever free days i can! i’ll probably catch up on books, get back into giffing and take my own sweet time to get ready in the morning. my family and i are also going to watch spain vs croatia later on so i’m excited for that!

also i’m so curious to know what’s it like in germany (or, more specifically, the region you live in) with all the fans streaming in for euros? it must be quite the atmosphere! - 💙

hellooooo my friend!! 🫶🏾 thank you i’m feeling better, it’s been a busy week so far which has been distracting me! rly happy that it’s been raining a lot, monsoon season was my favourite when i lived in india 🥰 hope you got to enjoy your holiday and catch up on your books!! what are you reading atm? 🫶🏾

and the vibe here’s been lovely! i actually moved to munich almost a year ago now so i’ve obviously got front row tickets to the atmosphere. generally when you’re out and about you see a lot more people in kits of different countries; i was at marienplatz yesterday which is one of the main town squares (and the most famous one) in inner city munich and they’ve got that ‘you got this’ ad everywhere with different german national team players and other players who took part in the ad like jude bellingham and whatnot plus you see so many german flags everywhere! it’s also pride month and the actual pride march (it’s called CSD here) is on saturday so they’ve also put up different lgbt flags which is lovely.

apart from that yeah when games are held in munich you can hear fireworks and people cheering and drunk guys at tube stations hahaha the opening game was held here in munich and i saw so many scots with kilts and bagpipes and chatted to a few, they were all just rly thrilled about being at the euros (and of course they sang ‘we hate england more than you’ to german fans on the train and the tube). my friend lives along the tube lines that lead to the fan zone and arena and she said that on the day the opening game took place she didn’t sleep for hours because there were so many people outside her flat wanting to get on/off the tube 😭 all in all it’s rly nice and it’s also nice chatting to ppl who’ve come here to watch their countries!!

[jimmycartersufo]

ti's a late night stream of bs

I am not looking fwd to work this weekend. a sold out shriver hall performance tomorrow and a private rental gala and the first ticketed Saturday and I had to tell a shitty member to not fucking harass and "scold" our visitors and she immediately started calling me abusive for telling her if there's a problem she needs to tell us first and not talk to CHILDREN she doesn't know and I told membership on her but membership won't be in until Monday which is my Saturday and ugh UGH I just don't feel like dealing with crowds I'm very tired and burnt out and my head always hurts and I just realized I have a gd meeting this Tuesday on my day off where I have to meet in mini virtual break out meetings or whatever corporate nonsense that is and I am so tired and this is the THIRD! weekend in a row now that someone is lighting fireworks I am tired I am tired I am so so so so fucking tired. praying every night we get our contract so I can have more pto and more pay I am so fucking desperate also I was feeling sad so we gave each other our Easter baskets today and I kinda feel sad and guilty now bc now I'm not opening it on Sunday (when would we even have the time) and I don't have a *thing* to look forward to BUT fuck that I do have things for ex we are hopefully gonna dye eggs tomorrow and John will make deviled eggs and my dad got Easter dinner food and we are seeing John's family after work Sunday but I am very nervous because his family exhausts us and also the food last Easter was literally so gross it was inedible like bite into a piece of ham and it was ROCK HARD inedible so I am actually scared. usually people forget about us and don't save much food but if they do I'm scared to it eat holy shit I miss going to my extended family in Virginia because my grandma oh my god the food was incredible. her deviled eggs are the best and there's always a platter with pickles and cheese and there's always brocoli salad (when I was a vegetarian they'd make one without bacon for me) and Watergate salad (my personal legacy) and green beans and cucumber salad and rolls and the best Mac and cheese not gonna lie I get offended when ppl don't bake Mac and cheese idk I guess I am spoiled but it's Easter and Jesus did not die for u to make bad Mac and cheese I will die on this hill I will be an asshole idc going to an Orioles game in likeeeee idk a while irs April 15, Jackie Robinson day, going with my team and I haven't been to a game since I was ten so I am so excited but so nervous bc my autistic ass needs to know what to expect so I literally watches a walking vlog and I'm still so excited so that's another thing to look fwd to not just the game but research OK I am too sore and too tired to continue I am sooo sleepy I've fallen asleep quickly recently like I out on spongebob and can't even hear what's going on and I'm like Huh and irs because I am falling asleep which is nice for a change OK now I'm done