#it's essentially gonna be.... 12 products?

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just ordered the entire i-dog anniversary collection 😳😳😳 I had to just commit and do it before I came up with any more product ideas gfdsgsd

[httpsdana]

heyyy

i saw your last post and i have an idea, what about the reader having a bad past with birthdays and she didn't have birthdays since 12yo ( or anything anyway :))) ) then pablo will do to her a birthday surprise after he knew it...

20 Presents for 20th Birthday~Pablo Gavi

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this was actually so cute to write I hope you enjoy <3

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Birthdays were never y/n's favorite events. Especially not her own birthday. She hadn't celebrated her birthday since she was 12. Her parents always celebrated her birthday, until her father died, and her mother never spoke to her after that, never even telling her happy birthday.

So ever since she turned 12,she had lived with her aunt, who also made sure to not celebrate her niece's birthday.

After Pablo found out about her bad experience with birthdays, he wanted to make sure her 20th birthday is one to remember.

y/n woke up in the morning, remembering that she had turned 20. As usual, she didn't expect anyone to remember her birthday. She opened her phone, only for the messages to come flooding. She was surprised, but smiled at the thoughtfulness of Gavi's friends, who are her only friends

Pedri : happy birthday y/n! have an amazing day 💖

Fermin: HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIL SIS. I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR DAY 🫶🏼🫶🏼

Lamine Yamal: happy birthday mom 🫶🏼

Alejandro Balde: happy birthday little one! enjoy your day to the max 🥳

Aurora💋: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEAUTIFUL. I CANT WAIT TO SEE YOU AGAIN ❤️😍 MOM AND DAD SAY HI 😁

She felt her eyes tearing up at the sweet messages from her friends. They already made her day better when she was in a gloomy mood at the thought of that day. That's when she came across the message that made her cry.

Pablito❤️: happy birthday to my sweet beautiful girlfriend. I'm gonna make sure you have the best day ever. I love you so so so much baby. now get ready to receive your 20 gifts for your 20th birthday ❤️❤️

She replied to all the messages, smiling gratefully at the friends she has gained because of her boyfriend. After that, she got up and entered the bathroom pf her bedroom. She was met with a sticky note on her mirror.

Your skin deserves as much love and care as you give to everyone around you. I hope this helps keep your glow as radiant as your smile.

She smiled, looking at the cute box that was on the bathroom counter. She opened it and saw all the skin care products that were there. All the expensive things she had put on her wishlist previously.

After doing her skin care routine, she changed out of her PJs and left to the kitchen.

A chocolate box was waiting for her on the kitchen counter. She smiled as she read the note on it.

Each piece in this box is as rich and delightful as the moments we share. I hope you enjoy every bite my love

She felt herself blushing at his sweetness, opening the box to see all the cute chocolate bites that were there. She ate a few pieces as she drank her coffee and wondered what Pablo had also planned out. She still couldn't believe he got her 20 gifts.

She walked to the living room to continue her tour around the house, and was met with a brand new stylish handbag on the coffee table. She admired the bag, then opened it to see it's inside, only to notice a designer perfume inside, a luxury fragrance she's been wanting. With also another note.

Just like this bag carries all your essentials, may this perfume add a touch of elegance to your every day. Enjoy both as a little reminder of how much you mean to me.

She shook her head with a smile, already feeling bad and how much all this must've costed him.

y/n thought that maybe the gifts in her apartment were over, only for her to receive a message from Pablo.

Pablito❤️: you've got a few more gifts at your apartment, before Pedri picks you up for your next destination

She smiled at the message replying with a thank you for everything he had gotten her and saying he didn't have to. She went to her closet to get ready. She didn't know what to wear, but when she opened the closet, she was met with the new barca jersey, the number 6 on the back and her name printed out on the top.

Wear this jersey with pride and remember that I'm always cheering you on, no matter where you go. Can't wait to see you in it.

She grinned happily, admiring the beautiful jersey in front on her. She was always a barca fan, so receiving a jersey that has her name and Pablo's number meant the world to her.

She paired the jersey up with some wide jeans. After getting ready, she received a message from Pedri saying that he's gonna be outside her door in a few minutes.

As she was putting on her choose, something on the small table, where they put their keys, caught her attention.

Her jaw dropped when she saw the polaroid camera there, also with a note.

Capture every special moment of this day with this camera and let each photo be a snapshot of our beautiful memories together.

She beamed at the sweet message, putting the camera in her bag and heading out. She saw Pedri in his car there, a smile on his face.

She got in the car next to him and he greeted her.

"hey you. happy birthday" he said sweetly, making her smile

"thank you Pedri. now where are we going?" she asked, putting on her seatbelt.

"we are going to the stadium now" he said, starting the car.

"oh and before we move, make sure to wear these sunglasses so the sun doesn't burn your eyes" Pedri gave her a small bag.

She opened it, seeing the beautiful sunglasses inside. She smiled and put them on, before Pedri started his drive.

The drive was silent, and when they arrived y/n was about to open the door, before Pedri stopped her.

He gave her a small paper, and when she looked at it she saw that it was a voucher, for her favorite spa.

"make sure to enjoy your day at the spa whenever you want. it's available for the next two weeks" he smile.

"thank you Pedri" she said genuinely making him smile

"it's not me who you should thank. plus it's your birthday. now go don't be late" he ushered her out of his car.

She got out of the car and made her way inside the stadium.

As she started her walk, one of the staff member came by her side. She gave her a big bouquet of roses, her favorite flowers, and told her to follow her.

She walked behind her, the bouquet still in her hand. At the beginning of the hallway, she was met by Lamine.

"y/n! happy birthday" he exclaimed, giving her a small hug.

"thank you son" she joked, making him laugh.

Suddenly, he pulled a small bag from behind him, giving it to y/n

"from gavi" he said. She smiled gratefully, handing him the bouquet so she can open it.

She saw a box in the bag, seemingly a jewelry box. She opened it, and was met with some of her all time favorite lyrics.

I want to wear his initial on a chain 'round my neck, chain 'round my neck not because he owns me, but cause he really knows me

She giggled silently, removing the paper, and seeing the gorgeous gold necklace, that had the letter P on it.

Lamine helped her put her necklace on, before handing her the bouquet. She continued her walk with the staff member.

Until she was then met by Fermin.

"here's the birthday girl. how has your day been?" he asked, giving her a hug.

"it's been amazing." she answered.

He also pulled a back from behind him, giving it to y/n. She opened the box inside, and saw a gorgeous bracelet. It had her initial on it, but when she looked at the back of it, she noticed the date of hers and Pablo's anniversary on the back.

"that's adorable" she mumbled, putting the gold bracelet on.

"you gotta go now. I'll see you tonight" Fermin waved at her, before leaving her and the staff

tonight? that's weird

They walked more down the hallway, and finally they reached the pitch. The staff told y/n to walk a bit and she'll know what to do next.

y/n walked alone on the pitch, until she saw a familiar figure standing there. When she noticed it was Pablo, she placed the bouquet on the grass and ran into his arms.

She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, while he lifted her of the ground by hugging her waist.

"I love you so much" she mumbled into his neck. He placed her down on the floor, holding her face in his hands

"did you like my gifts?" he asked softly, his voice holding adoration and love

"like them? I loved them Pablo. you shouldn't have done all that" she said, feeling guilty once again about the money he spent

He shook his head nonchalantly.

"don't be silly. that's the least I could do to make up all the birthdays of the past." he said, making her smile.

She leaned in and connected their lips into a passionate kiss, that they only pulled away from when they needed some air.

"come on you still have, how many gifts? nine?" he said, making her laugh

"20 gifts is a lot Gavi. you really shouldn't have" she said, making him sigh.

"just shut up. if it makes you better, I didn't pay for all of them yet" he said, making her confused.

"well I haven't payed for the restaurant we're having dinner at tomorrow. I haven't booked our trip to Greece yet. Also we haven't gotten our outfits for the Taylor Swift concert in Miami-" he was interrupted by her squeal

"we're gonna see Taylor Swift?!" she almost screamed making him laugh

"yes we are" he nodded, making her jump again into his arms

"I love you so so so much" she said quickly, while he kissed her temple

"I love you more, now come on we have to go shopping for your birthday party tonight" he said.

[xpastelsweetsx]

Okay so fun fact for IB theatre (a class I’m in) you write a 12 page proposal on how you would produce, design, block, and essentially execute an entire show and I was og gonna do cabaret but honestly… after everything that’s happened as of late with AI and SAG-aftra and such how would we feel abt a 12 page paper on a production of newsies set in modern times?? Like everything’s the same it’s just… now

[popbloganddropit]

The Tortured Poets Department - Taylor Swift (Part 2)

9. Guilty as Sin? - you cheeky little minx, Taylor!!! I’m not sure she’s made me blush like this before! A song about…fantasizing outside of your relationship that sounds like the first day warm sun hits your skin after a long, cold winter. And I personally love a song with some good old fashioned yearning, so the bridge really takes it over the top for me. 5/5

Best Line: I really love a lot of lines here, but if “Drowning in the Blue Nile, he sent me ‘Downtown Lights’” is such a killer opener.

10. Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?- this song is an insane, showstopping moment. Edgy, raging, biting, and even still a little witty - “So tell me everything is not about me. But what if it is?” WAOLOM strikes such a good balance of being self-aware of her image and faults with genuine anger. Being the biggest pop star doesn’t make everything just roll off your back. Perfect production that builds and escalates exactly as it needs to. 5/5

Best Line: “I was tame, I was gentle 'til the circus life made me mean. ‘Don't you worry, folks, we took out all her teeth’”

11. I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) - I really like the pseudo-western vibe going on and that lower register is always welcome in my books, but lyrically this doesn’t do a lot for me. It’s building to a punchline we all know is coming. She can’t fix him, shocking, and there’s not enough for me to root for the protagonist being delusional. Ending with just, “Whoa, maybe I can’t” is funny, but it’s not satisfying. If a common complaint is that this album is too long, this song doesn’t feel essential, story-wise. 2.5/5

Best Line: I said all of that, but I do really like the second verse, the best part being, “His hand so calloused from his pistol/Softly traces hearts on my face”.

12. loml- I had a really hard time picking a best line for this song. I almost made a list but decided that would be a little obnoxious. There’s references to her other work expertly weaved in to really great wordplay and metaphors and imagery. The development of the story in the three times you hear the chorus is stunningly good. It’s a pretty simple piano in the background with additional vocal layers right where they are needed for emphasis. There’s something a little bit missing from this song for me to give it a full 5, but I can’t quite put my finger on it and I also think loml really is a grower that’s not meant to be gobbled down in one bite. There’s a lot of lyrical details to be noticed and anything additional might take away from that. I vote this song most likely to be my favorite in 6 months that I don’t understand how it took so long to fully click. 4.5/5

Best Line: I had to do two, from the very beginning and end, that echo each other so it’s kind of like I only picked one then, right??? “Who's gonna stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames if we know the steps anyway?” —-> “Our field of dreams, engulfed in fire. Your arson's match your somber eyes” Kill me (complimentary). The never before, never since turning into never before and ever since is also brilliant.

13. I Can Do It With a Broken Heart - This song is great. There’s a long history of Miss Swift making bops tinged with depression and anxiety and this may be her most unhinged version yet. A celebration of putting on a brave face when you’re going through some shit. Chanted like a mantra she tells herself, we get a peek behind the curtain of reaching glittering professional peaks not seen in this generation while her personal life was crashing. But no one can ever say Taylor Swift is not a professional - I love the delivery on the outro where she laughs off being miserable and ends with a little spoken zinger. Try and come for her job, indeed. 5/5

Best Line: “I’m so depressed, I act like it’s my birthday everyday. I’m so obsessed with him, but he avoids me like the plague,” tickles me so. This her comedy album. Inevitably going to go viral on Tik Tok at some point.

14. The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived - An absolutely killer bridge. It builds the drama up until the very end. Unfortunately, the verses could use a little stronger melody, the first half of the song is a little forgettable and feels a little clunky. 3/5

Best Line: “You kicked out the stage lights, but you’re still performing” is a close runner up but had to go with the opening of the bridge. “Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?” is such a perfect escalation and so descriptive of a feeling without saying any feeling words.

15. The Alchemy- I really enjoy some parts of this song but I unfortunately have the desire to hire someone to dub over every single football reference so I can fully get into it. It’s too much, it’s too on the nose. I like the verses, I love the way she says, “I haven’t come around in so long,” and I think “who are we to fight the alchemy?” is a great line. There are just parts that feel like football Mad Libs in a way that makes this song pretty unlistenable to me. 1/5

Best Line: “This happens once every few lifetimes. These chemicals hit me like white wine”

16. Clara Bow - She’s known for writing about relationships and that has let the fact that songs about her relationship with fame are consistently top tier (despite being unrelatable to almost anyone since she is the most famous person on the planet) slip by mostly unnoticed. One of my favorite Taylor tricks is when she alters the lines a bit each go-round and/or flips the script in some way in the final chorus and this song is really an excellent combination of some of the best Taylor moves. I’m not going to pretend have known who Clara Bow was before this record, but it works and I don’t mind an album that makes me do a little Googling to understand some things. The Stevie Nicks reference is perfection. Saying her own name in a song really snaps you to attention. And I think this is a perfect album closer. She’s reckoning just as much with her own desire for notoriety and the consequences that go along with it as she is with former lovers, if you’re listening. 5/5

Best Line: “Crowd goes wild at her fingertip. Half moonshine, a full eclipse.” I’m not even sure I should include the first part. “Half moonshine, full eclipse” is one of my favorite things she’s ever written. (Side note as this is the most appropriate place to put it: the fucking personal poem from Stevie in the liner notes??? Stevie being a loud YOYO,K stan??? I weep at the coolness. Which is the opposite of cool and continuing to comment on it is even worse, sorry!)

Part 3 on the way!!!

[eedenuwu]

oc-tober | my first few days

hello tumbo ler. i am kinda doing oc-tober this year, kinda not. i know my schedule (busy, hectic, hell) but i also know i like to procrastinate (these 3 pieces have consumed time that would've been better used for homework).

so, i'm gonna jump into it... the other 2 drawings and more info will be below the cut

day 1 | favorite oc

ok so i started off strong here... by that i mean i started with day 1!!! (on october 5). this is my favorite ever. i have never really info dumped about this one on the internet before... was gonna use this as a time to start but then deleted what i just wrote LOLL all u gotta know is that bro is stunning witterawy just look. also this oc is from the 1920s/30s/40s... most of the story i've got in my head takes place in the 30s tho 😻

day 5 | redesigned oc

see this is what i mean. i skipped from day 1 to day 5.. but this is an oc i made when i was like 12 (WAY TOO CLOSE TO 10 YEARS AGO) and he was an angsty little bugger... it used to be the case that he was a witch living on his own in a village that, like, hates him or whatever. (because he's a witch.) the townsfolk like rip his tongue out or whatever and then he couldn't speak anymore but still ran like some sort of fruit stand at some sort of market. then like the love of his life moved in and he lived happily ever after. (not true, the love of his life was a BOY so i think they both got killed.)

and wow!!! that's a lot for a 12/13 year old. i came across an OLDDD google doc that had a little bit about this guy in it. the story, as anything written by a 12/13yo, made like. extremely little sense.

so i redesigned bro in about 2022ish. gave him a name, and he's still a witch. he's still missing a tongue. the differences now include that he's AFAB, has a little friend in his head only (pictured. he is cursed) and has a twin brother now. his twin brother works as a knight and like... captured him for an insane bounty. i also gave him a little bit of plot armor... he's some sort of telepath now so he's able to get by without a tongue. instead of straight up fantasy ville, i've been doing a little research into the middle ages to figure out a more, like, realistic setting... as realistic as including supernatural things can be but believe me the story is making a lot more sense now than it did in 2015.

day 3 | old oc

so i drew this today. yes these are in order of when i drew them...

anyway in terms of when i made this one, he's not THAT old. he's a product of my highschool mind and appeared on MANY assignments as doodles.. so he was like, essentially, born in about 2016/17, but i consider him old because i haven't so much as thought about him since like 2020, MAYBEEE early 2021.

this is also making me realize i have a thing for FREAKS. every one of these ocs has something about them that makes them "less than human;" this guy's deal is that he's like.. half fish..

it sounded really cool in 2017 you have to understand this was the vibe of the time

anyway he essentially got scrapped for no better reason than i was just getting bored. like, the story i was developing for bro ALSO took place in the 1920s (dude let me tell u. prohibition era america is actually my roman empire. genuinely in every sense of the real meaning of that trend) but it was diverging too far from reality and sort of becoming an atla knockoff toward the end of my thoughts for it... so then bro at the top was born (girl on day 1) in august 2021 and the rest for this guy was history. such is the damning reality of the creative.

anyway, that's all. i have no idea if i'll keep this up, but some of the prompts have genuinely given me ideas to cure my art block (I HAVE NOT DRAWN SINCE JULYYYYY) so i'm hoping to have time for more 🥲

[hackedmotionsensors]

dude as a big girl i already hated Torrid bc i don't want to wear a big ugly cheaply made blouse with an ugly floral or an ugly band logo. Or a big ugly dress that doesn't fit bc I'm also short. They're so over priced for actual garbage.

EXCEPT THEY HAD O N E thing that was really good. Their black leggings were great. Thick fabric. Lasted forever. Didn't pill on the thighs. Rarely ripped (for me at least). I had some of these leggings for YEARS and i exclusively wear leggings (sometimes shorts but not from torrid lol)

And they managed to fuck that up too. At some point they changed how they made them and the quality is so FUCKING bad. I replaced a pair (the ones with the holes and fishnets) bc my pair finally ripped on the butt but i had it for like 5 years. I also replaced a regular schmegular pair of black leggings. The site doesn't help when there's 12 different names for essentially the same product. But i wasn't even ordering ones with pockets lol and they came with pockets but the stitching is visible on the outside. Like I'm sorry to the poor sweatshop worker this is not your fault fast fashion is this crap and it was probably one of a billion you were making for pennies. I do not fault you at all. But i fucking fault Torrid bc if you're gonna give me shitty fucking leggings don't charge me THIRTY AMERICAN DOLLARS for this.

I'm gonna look elsewhere from now on buti hate trying to find good regular black leggings that don't roll or rip or pill. The pilling is the worst.

The LAST time i bought leggings from torrid i bought the premium ones and that has a huge rip on the eye bc i put my finger through it doing something as crazy as PUTTING THEM ON. And the waist kept sliding down.

THE ONE THING Torrid was good for was the leggings. So now they're good for absolutely nothing. If I'm gonna wear shitty leggings i can just go to target for fucks sake

[lehhoh7822]

asking about the legally blonde fics 🙄 (JOKING i actually really want to hear about them. please?)

THANK YOU its not letting me add a cut guys..... i would if i could..... long post??

alright hi i write legally blonde fanfics after being involved in a production of it earlier this year and. well.

like i think my fanfic is very ehhhh for most people because i like essentially getting to write completely different songs and then having to integrate them into canon if that makes sense?? based solely off the musical, like, none of pilar margot serena really have ANY established backstory and i havent seen the movie or read the book in such a long time. so what i mean is that i get to write this horrifying piece about someone experiencing parentifcation in an abusive environment and then try to integrate that character into the more canonised characterisation.

i guess the reason is like. of musicals, legally blonde is very.... i don't know, its pretty solid in terms of content for the musical. its absurd like most musicals which kind of facilitated me and my friend (im gonna @ their dead blog from when they were like 12 @kittykatturtles-blog) to make crack theories and then give me things that i wanted to extrapolate from it. I guess the other thing about these fics is that i want to write about how. fucked a lot of rich people are. i think part of this is coming out of the dsmp fandom or engaging with it more critically in terms of a fandom and being able to recognise the kind of repetitiveness of a lot of fanfictions in a very... trope esque way? like there are so many fics which are basically the same and a lot of those feel like they didn't have anything to say or think about in terms of the characters.

i think the other part of it which matters to me is being able to write about themes which are genuinely really serious, and at times intimately familiar to me; exploitative religious groups, familial abuse, dissociative identity disorder, and more, without the worry of too heavy scruntiny. like i remember when i was writing for dsmp i always got kind of scared of writing something too serious and having people like like. oh my god. hes a MINOR. YOURE KILLING ME. the whole point of the stories aren't just that bad things are happening or that these characters are justified or whatever, it's about. how do you keep going? how do you keep loving? how do you explain yourself.

i think something thats super important to be is character autonomy. it rings pretty bad for me when a traumatised or disabled is given no action on their end at all for anything, making them a hollow slate for the abled characters to support and research and worry about and lie to. to me, as someone who is traumatised and is disabled, that kind of dynamic is gross to read about. so its important to me to be able to write about, even if it cant exist in real life, the idea of supportive people who are also kind of fucked up and having to acknowledge the real hopelessness of complex issues is something i want to depict in my writing.

for a lot of people, for most i think, when terrible things happen they can't just stop and they somehow have to keep on going despite the world feeling like its stopped turning for them. and i think a lot of bad things do happen to people when they are still young. one of the worst years of my life was when i was 12 and its genuinely quite hard to top it. trying to write the spiky complex feelings of self hatred and confusion and injustice you can't place and hopelessness is cathartic to me and i think its important for me that it exists.

the other thing is that. like by the nature of my writing, this is leading to a better future. im a pretty slow writer, and i can't be hyperfixated on the story i need to just be continually trying to think and work on it. but because we know; we know they make it to college, we know they have friends, and in this i know that they can make it to adulthood, its an assertion, from me as a writer and from me as a traumatised disabled person that i will make a better future and the worst parts of your life will not definte them. idk.

this is the link to the first two fics and im writing a new one as we speak

if you want to hear more about ttolt characters (we have pilar, serena, margot, elle, serenas parents and brother, pilars infinite fucking siblings and parents, and a few others) then send me asks about it. PLEASE dear god

[demento-mori]

(inspired by @goryhorroor's watchlist challenge)

My October horror movie watchlist!!🎃👻

day 1: silent horror movie: Häxan (1922 dir. Benjamin Christensen)

day 2: a 30s horror movie: Dracula's Daughter (1936 dir. Lambert Hillyer)

day 3: a 40s horror movie: Cat People (1942 dir. Jacques Tourneur)

day 4: a 50s horror movie: The Thing from Another World (1951 dir. Christian Nyby)

day 5: a 60s horror movie: Eyes Without a Face (1960 dir. Georges Franju)

day 6: a 70s horror movie: Martin (1977 dir. George A. Romero)

day 7: a 80s horror movie: The Lost Boys (1986 dir. Joel Schumacher)

day 8: a 90s horror movie: Event Horizon (1997 dir. Paul W. S. Anderson)

day 9: a 2000s horror movie: Battle Royale (2000 dir. Kinji Fukusaku)

day 10: a 2010s horror movie: It Follows (2014 dir. David Robert Mitchell)

day 11: a 2020s horror movie: Late Night with the Devil (2023 dir. Colin Cairnes, Cameron Cairnes)

day 12: pick a horror movie from your watchlist: Lake of Dracula (1971 dir. Michio Yamamoto)

day 13: pick a movie from my essential underrated horror: Let's Scare Jessica to Death (1971 dir. John Hancock)

day 14: pick a hammer productions horror movie: Dracula A.D 1972 (1972 dir. Alan Gibson)

day 15: pick a remake of a horror movie: Psycho (1998 dir. Gus Van Sant)

day 16: pick a horror movie released this year: Cuckoo (2024 dir. Tilman Singer)

day 17: pick a horror short film: La Sirena (2017 dir. Rosita Lama Muvdi)

day 18: pick a horror movie with a female villain: Misery (1990 dir. Rob Reiner)

day 19: pick a blumhouse horror movie: The Black Phone (2021 dir. Scott Derrickson)

day 20: pick a horror movie with a cult: Rosemary's Baby (1978 dir. Roman Polanski)

day 21: pick a giallo horror movie: Blood and Black Lace (1964 dir. Mario Bava)

day 22: pick an a-24 horror movie: Bodies Bodies Bodies (2022 dir. Halina Reijn)

day 23: pick an animated horror movie: The Wolf House (2018 dir. Cristóbal León, Joaquín Cociña)

day 24: pick an analog horror movie: Noroi: The Curse (2005 dir. Koji Shiraishi)

day 25: pick a criterion horror movie: Godzilla (1954 dir. Ishiro Honda)

day 26: pick a shudder horror movie: Host (2020 dir. Rob Savage)

day 27: pick a technicolor horror movie: The Birds (1963 dir. Alfred Hitchcock)

day 28: pick a slavic horror movie: Solaris (1972 dir. Andrei Tarkovsky)

day 29: pick a female directed horror movie: Ravenous (1999 dir. Antonia Bird)

day 30: pick a horror movie from directors’ faves: The Devil's Backbone (2001 dir. Guillermo del Toro)

day 31: freestyle; pick a horror movie of your choice: Trick 'r Treat (2007 dir. Michael Dougherty)

gonna try and squeeze a couple more in as well, but these are my main picks for my watchlist!! i tried to go for ones i havent seen yet, but there are a few familiar favourites in there too

[chiimeramanticore]

Part of the Band - Chapter 23 - Catch A Wave

Chapter summary: Dook and Beach Bear attempt to beat the heat at the beach. Beach Bear tells a story from his youth. Dook goes for a swim. A/N:

in the spirit of the chapter, here's a story from my youth as well lol, partially what inspired this chapter: when I was like 12 or so my family booked a Disney cruise. during one of our stops they were offering snorkeling and I decided to try. I dived very confidently into the water, perhaps too confidently, because I'd never done this before and have never been that great of a swimmer anyway lol. I almost immediately got water in my snorkel tube thing and started floundering in the like, 3 feet of water I was in. I was able to sit on the ground and be fine the whole time lmao but I thought I was gonna die from sucking up the tube water. I came back to shore all frustrated and scared and upset and wet, and found out that my mom and the instructor apparently thought I was doing a great job the whole time! they watched me dive in and he'd asked her if I had done this before because apparently my form was great lmao. meanwhile my dumb ass was like "this is how I die... write my will.." the whole time anyway TW for this chapter, an essentially scaled up version of this story takes place lol so if you aren't comfortable with descriptions of losing control underwater/the feeling of almost drowning, you may want to skip this one! it's almost entirely filler though so don't worry 👍

Chapter word count: 2,359 <- Chapter 22 - Chapter 24 -> (soon!) Read it on AO3!

Dook groans in frustration as he moves the ice pack resting on his forehead down to his chest. He's laying on the couch, in his underwear, attempting to ride out the heat wave that's hit town. They have a tray of ice and a variety of fans to work with, but the little metal desk fan Dook has on the coffee table can only do so much to help him. If anything, it's just blowing around hot air…

"I hate summer," he complains out loud.

"Summer's not so bad," Beach Bear replies from his spot on the floor.

"Psh. Tell me that when you're not lyin' on the floor 'bout it." Dook sits up, and then stands, moving toward the kitchen to put his ice pack back in the freezer for a while.

"I can get up whenever I want," Beach Bear protests. "I handle the heat well."

"Weird," Dook mumbles to himself. He opens the freezer and continues, louder, "Ain't polar bears supposed to be livin' up north?"

"Maybe?" Beach Bear replies.

"You grew up in Alaska."

"That doesn't… necessarily mean anything," Beach Bear can't help but laugh a bit as he says it. Dook scoffs and moves his attention to the fridge. He pulls the door open, looking for something cold to eat or drink.

"Beach Bear?" Dook blinks, almost in disbelief at the sight. Sitting inside the fridge is a six-pack– something they've never had at home before. "Since when are we keepin' beer in the house?"

"Since, like, yesterday." Beach Bear finally sits up, catching Dook's eye. "Figured at some point we could head to the beach with it on an off day. Maybe try writing something there together if you're feeling productive."

Dook can't pull his eyes away from the fridge. For a moment, he forgets to speak. "Are… you sure?" He asks finally. It feels silly, almost asking for permission to drink this.

"Yeah, it'll be cooler by the water anyway," Beach Bear says.

"I–" Dook glances toward Beach Bear, then back at the fridge. It's best not to correct him. Guess the permission is up to Dook himself. "Yeah. Alright, let's go."

The drive to the beach is short and uneventful. Dook and Beach Bear waste no time laying a blanket out on the sand and pitching an umbrella, before finally laying down together. Dook reaches over to their cooler, pulling out two bottles and handing one to Beach Bear. He pulls a bottle opener from the cooler and pops the cap off his beer. He turns to Beach Bear– who's managed to open his bottle using the umbrella post. Impressed, yet a bit embarrassed at his own method, Dook takes a sip of his drink.

The beach isn't as crowded today as either expected, though it's still lively. Couples lounge together on towels and blankets, children play by the water, a few people stroll by with snacks and drinks of their own. The sun is strong, but Beach Bear was right, being by the water is cooling. It's better out here than it was at home.

"This ain't so bad," he muses.

"See?" Beach Bear says. "It's nice out!"

Dook chuckles, and takes another sip of his beer. A small group walks by, holding ice cream cones. "Man, ice cream sounds nice," he says.

"I didn't bring any money," Beach Bear replies, laying back on the blanket. He closes his eyes serenely.

Dook doesn't have any money, either. "Could steal it," he blurts, before catching himself. If that was an attempt to replicate Beach Bear's humor, he failed miserably.

Still, Beach Bear laughs. "Man, you wish," he says. "I'm not going back to jail."

Dook almost takes this as a joke. "You what?"

"Oh, I haven't told you?" Beach Bear opens an eye. "I got arrested once."

"Wh–" Dook's mind races through the possibilities. Was this during Beach Bear's time in the Wolf Pack? He had said he'd been made to do certain things… Beach Bear must be a hardened criminal, isn't he? "W- what did you do?" He asks meekly.

Beach Bear laughs again. "Don't get too excited. I just tried to steal from a liquor store, and uh… yeah, I wasn't good at it."

Dook turns his whole body to face Beach Bear now. Beach Bear takes his as an invitation to continue.

"It was a few years ago now," he says. "Back when the Wolf Pack was still a thing. We were trying to get our hands on some booze, and our usual guy was sick that week. I looked the oldest out of the rest of us, so they heckled me into trying. I was too scared of trying a fake ID or something– if I could, I wanted to avoid interacting with the guy at the counter at all. So I just sort of… sauntered in there, and tried to stuff a bottle of tequila in my backpack."

"Did it work?" Dook asks. He's completely enraptured by the story.

"No," Beach Bear replies. "I was, like, crouched behind a shelf trying to do it, but I dropped the bottle and it rolled out to where the guy could see it. I, ah…" he trails off, shame seeping into his voice a bit. "He came up to confront me, and the guys had, uh… They'd convinced me to keep a gun in my bag, too. Just in case."

"Did you shoot him?"

Beach Bear snorts. "God, no. I didn't know how to use a gun at all. I still don't, really. But I pulled it out of my bag when he got close, and of course it scared him. He called the cops right after, and it's not like I was gonna do anything to stop him. I was, like, eighteen, I was just as scared as he was!

"But, ah… yeah, I got arrested. The cops laughed at me, basically. I didn't go to prison or anything, but they kept me overnight in a cell in the precinct. The band bailed me out the next morning. Had to do community service for months…"

Dook chews his lower lip. "…I thought you were gonna shoot him," he mutters.

"Would you have rather I did?" Beach Bear asks incredulously.

"No!" Dook replies. "It's just– it's a more interesting story like that." He laughs bashfully, and Beach Bear laughs with him.

The two spend the better part of the next hour lounging under the umbrella together, chatting and working through their beer. Dook has three, and Beach Bear has two before letting the last bottle linger in the cooler. Over the next ten minutes, Dook finds himself glancing at it more and more frequently. Finally, he breaks– "Are you gonna have the last one? It's yours."

"Nah, you can take it," Beach Bear says, barely even looking at Dook as he speaks.

Dook feels he's once again been granted too much power in this situation. But Beach Bear doesn't realize… or maybe just doesn't care. Either way, Dook isn't going to argue. Even if he feels a sting of guilt opening the bottle.

Beach Bear sits up suddenly, squinting at the ocean.

"What's up?" Dook asks.

"The tide, I think," Beach Bear says. "I might grab my surfboard."

"Alright," Dook says. As much as he's been enjoying Beach Bear's company, he doesn't mind Beach Bear taking off for a while on his own.

Beach Bear eyes Dook. "…You ever tried surfing, Dook?" He asks.

Dook's eyes widen, and he turns to Beach Bear. "No?" He says warily.

"It's pretty fun," Beach Bear offers. "If you can stay on a good wave, it's pretty exhilarating. Almost, uh… almost like flying, actually. Or so I've heard."

Dook isn't sure how he feels about trying to surf, but at the sound of the word "flying," his ears perk up. It's almost embarrassing how easy it is to catch his interest with it.

"I can show you the ropes," Beach Bear tells him.

"…Okay," Dook relents. "I'll give it a shot."

·–—–·

Dook sits on Beach Bear's surfboard, alone on the ocean. He'd paddled out past the small waves at the front, like Beach Bear told him to. Now he waits… or at least, that's what he thinks he's supposed to do. He's not entirely sure. While Dook hadn't quite finished his fourth beer, he was still most of the way through by the time Beach Bear returned with his surfboard. As he sits here, he realizes it's hitting him now. It'll be fine, he tells himself– if only to quell the thought that he fucked up.

Still, sitting here now on the ocean is quite peaceful. He's away from the activity of the beach, the sounds of children playing only heard distantly from here. He glances toward land– everyone is smaller. Beach Bear stands with his feet in the water, hands on his hips as he watches Dook. Dook waves at him, unsure if he'll see from here. Beach Bear waves back. This relieves Dook a bit– he's not entirely alone out here.

The water remains calm. Dook looks up toward the sky. The sun is bright, and hard to look at for very long. There are only a few clouds out today. A flock of birds fly over the water, close to land. Dook finds himself fixated on them, watching them pass him by. He wonders, briefly, what it would be like to be a bird. Would somehow reverting to the mental and physical capacities of a feral animal rid him of his problems? Maybe, he figures, but not without replacing them with new, bird-specific problems. Maybe life is simply equal like that.

He's pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of Beach Bear's voice, calling him from the shore. He looks in his direction, but Dook can't tell what Beach Bear's saying. Beach Bear waves an arm above his head, shouting about… something. Is he saying "hey?" "Okay?" Dook furrows his brow, and then calls back, "What!?"

Beach Bear calls back, and though it's still quiet, Dook understands this better: "Behind you!"

Dook is still confused. He's alone out here, what could possibly be behind him? He turns, just in time to see what seems like the entirety of the ocean, poised to crash down on top of him. He should start paddling, or stand up, or whatever it was Beach Bear told him to do next– it doesn't matter now. He only has a moment to react, and the fear and alcohol combine to paralyze him. All Dook manages to do in the split second he has is vocalize what Beach Bear must have been saying– "Wave…!"

The water is cold, and heavy. Dook is quickly pushed under the surface, and just as quickly loses the surfboard. He's spinning, he's sinking, he's frantic– he can't orient himself. He can't find the surface. He's too afraid to open his eyes underwater. He doesn't know how to swim well enough to get back to shore, and he knows it. He's not even sober.

Dook's head pops up above the water, and he gasps and coughs for air. Everything's wet and bright and cold and overwhelming… he can't make any sense of anything, but it barely matters. He only gets a second or two of air before sinking back under the water.

He thrashes around, trying to reach the surface again. He makes it, but again only for a moment. Where's the surfboard? Beach Bear is going to kill him. He's going to drown. How far is he from land? He's going to drown. He breaches the surface again, and is frustrated to find he's facing away from shore. He can't find the surfboard. His head goes back underwater.

Dook's foot brushes against something– a rock? Is he near land? How far is he? Can he make it back on his own? He tries to reach the surface again, but another wave lands on the surface and he's just as quickly disoriented again. It couldn't have been more than a minute like this, but Dook feels like it'll last an eternity, until the ocean pulls him under for good.

And then something wraps around his torso from behind. Dook panics at first, and tries to break away from the grasp, before he realizes he's being pulled toward the surface. He feels air on his face, cold but full of life. He gulps the air down, filling his lungs as much as he can. The grip around him is strong and tight, but it's soft to the touch. He looks down– white fur.

"B– Beach Bear," he gasps.

Beach Bear doesn't say anything, just starts pulling Dook back toward land. It's not perfect– Dook gets a few more mouthfuls of water– but he deserves it, he supposes. He deserved all of it.

Finally, they approach the shore. Dook feels rocks and sand under his feet, and Beach Bear lets go of him. Dook doesn't make any effort to stand. He just falls to his knees in the shallow water, gaze low.

"…Beach Bear," he says.

"Are you alright?" Beach Bear asks.

"Beach Bear," Dook repeats, a little tenser now.

Beach Bear says nothing, letting him continue.

"…Don't… don't make me do that again," Dook says, his voice shaking a little as he speaks.

Beach Bear watches him for a moment before sitting down in the water next to him. "…I won't," he says.

Dook feels awful. He lost the surfboard. He made Beach Bear come out to save him. None of this would have ever happened if he was sober. It feels like all he can do is make things worse.

"I'm sorry," he says– at the same time Beach Bear says it.

Dook is surprised, but doesn't say anything. He doesn't even look at Beach Bear. Beach Bear doesn't look at him, either. Dook distantly wishes he really had drowned. It couldn't be worse than the way he's drowning in his own shame now. Maybe Beach Bear feels similarly. Maybe Beach Bear's just pissed at him. But he doesn't ask, and Beach Bear doesn't either. Neither say a word at all.

[pearlsofthec]

’Tis the season to be jolly! But it doesn’t really stop there for many of us. If you study in the southern hemisphere, you knpw that December doesn’t mean solely fairy lights, hot cocoa and ice skating dates, it also means spending hours in your local cafe trying to make an Americano last six hours (honestly, why study in a silent library surrounded by stressed out students when you could be sitting in a warm coffee shop, stimulated by the barista’s never-ending jazz playlist and the flux of people coming and going?) and dodging questions such as “How are your preparations for the session going?”, or my favourite “Have you started reading the syllabus yet?”.

Honestly, depending on how you take things in life, December can be as fun as it can be depressing. I’m a Libra, and throughout my whole life I’ve learned that a bit of compromise goes a long way, and this is the month where I can really put my theories to the test. that’s why my first essential of the month is…

1. Advent Calendar

It might sound silly, but having a Christmas Advent not only is an excuse to treat yourself every day, as it also is a form of keeping track of your control over yourself. Sure, watching influencers open a christmas advent a day can be fun, the sadistic pleasure in finding out that the person who payed over €500 for a Chanel calendar is only getting a bunch of stickers and products which are barely worth being displayed in a duty free store is hard to beat, but stick with me on this one!

It’s easy to purposely forget to study, drink one too many festive cocktails, and let all the holiday discounts be a reason for you to splurge on things you wouldn’t otherwise have bought just as it’s easy to eat all the 24 chocolate truffles in one go… But not doing it is just as easy, and, I guess, a good reminder that balance is the best treat on the long run.

I genuinely HATE mini products, so I won’t be reccomending any beauty advents, sorry. I know it may feel too late to get your own, but it’s NEVER too late.

1. Venchi Prestige Calendar

2. Marchesi Calendario Dell’Avvento

3. Cailler 200g Calendar

4. Bonne Maman Jam Advent Calendar

5. Vosges haut chocolaterie Calendar

6. Torroneria Cioccolateria D. Barbero

7. Antico Caffè Novecento

8. Any of the Lindt ones… classics for a reason

2. Movie Marathon

Maybe it’s the cold, maybe it’s the desire to procrastinate, BUT my will to watch movies skyrockets during this time of the year. There is a ridiculous amount of awful films sets in this time of the year, but if you look you can find some amazing classics that are just UNSKIPPABLE. From the jolly to the perverse, here’s my official Twelve Films of Christmas

1. Eloise at Christmastime

2. The apartment

3. Holiday

4. Eyes wide Shut

5. The shop around the corner

6. White Christmas

7. Black Christmas

8. Meet me in St. Louis

9. Fanny & alexander

10. The Thin Man

11. Metropolitan

12. Spencer

3. Go all out

Whether you want to go out or simply go all out even when you’re staying in is up to you, BUT a crucial thing to my is ending the year with a BANG. Now, I’m not exactly a clubber, but I’m a big enjoyer of fun wherever and whenever, and I can’t go more than a day without having fun with my friends this time of the year. This means random aperitivo nights after leaving six hour lectures, day trips to random cities, and lotsa dinner parties. I know I’ve probably exausted everyojne with lists, but I’m gonna write yet another one, hopefully short this time, of a few activities sprinkle through your weeks, hopefully to inspire some strenght and to end the year on a sweet note.

1. Moodboard night: With the New Year right around the corner, it’s crucial to set your goals straight… and what better way than doing it with friends? Look, I personally don’t think someone should set their vision board on stone, you don’t need to stick to the things you decided to do on a random night for the rest of the year, I personally end up taking a month to write down things to help me understand my own goals and objectives, both personal and professional/ academic… But it’s so nice to talk about all of your prospectives with your friends and loved ones, wonder about the potential that the new year can bring does no harm. If you really feel like this type of thing is too personal, then I’d say you could organize an “Unrealistic Wishlist” board day, when owning a Himalaya Hermes Kelly is a totally achiavable thing! Granted, I’m a tad materialistic, but I just adore learning more about my friends through their materialistic goals, with the right outlook it can be really revealing. Plus, I’m a huge fan of arts and crafts, and I’ll take any excuse I have to do it.

2. Charcuterie dinner: One of my biggest no-nos is showing up empty handed to any dinner, maybe it’s a Brazilian thing, but I’ve never done it and don’t plan on ever doing it. With a charcuterie dinner, I have an excuse to do it! I love charcuterie dinners more than anything in the world, cheese, wine, fruits and salami… no better combination. Not to mention that it’s practically like a live personality quiz for you and your friends, as nothing is more telling of a person’s character than their cheese preference.

3. Christmas shopping afternoon: Preferably to be done with a guy to use as your own bag carrier. Whenever I need to go somewhere or do something, I like to call other people up just in case, and although I love some peace of mind to think clearly when I need to buy presents for myself, when my consumerism is altruistic I love to have someone around to give me second opinions and spare my shoulders of all the extra weight!

4. Homemade decoration and dinner: I currently don’t have an apartment of my own to decorate, but other people’s serve me just as well. One of my favorite activities has been going to my friends’ homes to arrange garlands, make dried orange slices decor and even help to carefully distribute tinsel on the christmas tree. What is a chore to some is fun to others, with the right playlist and conversation specially. Afterwards it’s crucial to have a dinner party as a treat, no decoration shall be wasted!

To Discover

I feel like my consumerism is reaching an all time high right now, and I feel like I might as well share some of my current favourite discoveries with you guys. There’s nothing better than giving (and getting!) gifts from one of a kind stores, and so, I’ve made a little list of places that are definitely worth checking out:

1. Nesines: It’s a brand from barcelona that sells just the coolest shirts. I’ve just gotten one from them and I’m obsessed with the fit, the colors and the model. The quality is amaxzing, and I love that fact that their products have amazing compositions, no polyester around here! If you want a top that can elevate any pair of jeans, look nowhere else!

2. Maria de la Orden: I have to give credit where it’s due… this brand wasn’t on my radar before my mom showed it to me . Colorful velvet can definitely brighten up even the dullest winter days, especially when it’s presented in such unique shapes. Honestly their jackets are to die for, as are their headbands.

3. The obedient Daughter: came across this brand thanks to a kind destiny and now I’m absolutely OBSESSED with their curation of books and clothing. A gorgeous presentation of products that are unique but timeless… I simply NEED their Diana skirt.

4. MC2 Saint Barth: Okay not really a discovery, but THE place we should all be looking at for a perfect tongue in cheek aprés ski sweater. Ngl, I’m giving each of my siblings a sweater this christmas, and although I KNOW it might be an overdone gift, it’s a classic for a reason. And I myself know my sister would never not appreciate the opportunity to walk around Cervinia with a hot pink sweater that says “FAVOLOSA”

5. Bella Freud: Again, not a discovery, but worth a mention just because this was the month when I truly explored the brand’s full potential. Everyone knows their gorgeous sweaters with the best quotes (Godard IS GOD!), but I’m currently obsessed with their candles, ceramics and overall home accessories. Can someone please give me their Cunty mug? Please?)

To be worn

Sunglasses: I’m a guilty “occhiali da nebbia” wearer, much to my friends’ dismay. Though some may think it can be a bit bizzarre to wear sunglasses out on days when the sun doesn’t seem to get any high, I don’t have any shame in looking (or at least feeling) cool no matter the weather … My current go tos are the Dior Palladium (if you get it to wear in Venice it’s even better, that way, if anyone asks, you can say you’re paying your respects for Andre Palladio’s influential architecture)

Fur trimmed everything: Okay maybe i’ve been watching one too many episodes of friends, and letting the 90s influence a bit too much over my style, but recently I’ve been obsessed with fur trimmed coats. Long or short, black or camel, it doesn’t matter. I didn’t bite when everyone was going crazy over that green trench back in 2020, but now it’s different! A classic cut with a bit of fun fur will never go out of style in my eyes.

Barretes: Okay I think barretes are not an addition to my blog, I’ve probably been proudly posting about being a proud barrette wearer since 2020, but now I’ve actually been converted, and went from being a strictly tortoiseshell hair accessories wearer to a the brighter the better one. The one thing to blame is none other than the city of Copenhagen, where I discovered Maanesten and Pico, and FEASTED.

Herbag: Taking to “To Be” oof this section a bit too literally, and even a bit too hopefully. Not only do I absolutely love the fact that it reminds me a bit of the Kelly, I also love its overall practicality, everyone I know that has it rages on and on about its endless perks. While the fact that its body is made out of canvas rather than the famous traditional Hermes leather might be a turn off to some but to me it’s just perfect, principally because I’ve been planning on getting it to use it as a school bag and I’ve had the misfortune to have once tried to carry a leather bag around all day just to practically destroy it in one day.

Scarves and Pashminas: Winter is the season when I really can’t seem to escape all black outfits, but wearing a beautifully textured pashmina ALWAYS is a game changer for me. I feel like every city in the world has a Tibet store packed with the most varied options of material, print and density, I know Milan has an incredible one (although the Paris Tibet Forever on Le Marais will always take the cake).

[theglasscat]

What are your fav ASMR channels? And/or your fav triggers?

Yaaasss I'm gonna go off

Angelica (angelicasgrass) aka The Plague Nun is my all time fave but she doesn't give me ASMR triggers necessarily. I like how her work is almost a drag performance of the ASMR medium.

The first channel I ever caught onto was ALB in Whisperland, but since she doesn't do my triggers as often I don't often listen, but her work is very polished and well made.

For crisp streamlined sounds I enjoy ASMR Midnight, Be Brave Be You ASMR, Lizi ASMR, and Rea Moon ASMR. gnarlyasmr has had some really nice makeup videos I've enjoyed recently. FreddieASMR is intensely tingly for me, a lesbian, and I can't imagine what his voice does to people who are attracted to him. ATMOSPHERE ASMR is soooo good and the productions are incredible. Her harpy video and Victorian series are so good.

I really like lofi and old school ASMR, like made in Photobooth or on a laptop webcam asmr. My faves are when someone sits in their bedroom and there's cars outside and the audio is a little janky. I've seen a lot of ASMRtists go from this to the big time and I often drop off my following when this happens. Ocean ASMR when she posted from her teen bathroom and Laura Lemurex were ones where I used to follow consistently until they became really streamlined. I like to type in "makeup roleplay asmr" and hit the "this week" filter to find grainy and unpolished ASMR sounds from channels with like 10 views. I channel hop a lot and click on interesting looking links from the recommendations page.

My triggers are face brushing, makeup roleplays personal attention, face touching or examining, drawing sounds, hair brushing, and hair washing puts me right to sleep (I'm so touch starved 75% of the time lol). I like touching the camera sounds as well. I dislike whispers and unintelligible mumbles, and prefer clear soft spoken work. I despise wet mouth sounds. Fluttering does nothing for me nor does vocally mimicking the sound of the brush with mouth clicking.

Here's a protip: If the woman in the thumbnail is wearing gloss the sounds will be heavy on the wet (chances are she even reapply that gloss 9-10 times) and if she's wearing matte lipstick or no lipstick it will be crispier sounds. Does this make sense?

Honorable mentions: Scottish Blueberry's Saturday makeup roleplays, Jonie ASMR's long videos, Slumber Space ASMR's WLW videos (I have a crush), Goodnight Moon's Babblebrook series, Soft Spoken Makeup Artist Roleplay by QueenofSerene ASMR (12 Years Ago), Superfly and her sister doing makeup on each other, this one where a girl in her room witnesses a car accident off camera and at the end you hear the sirens I cannot find it it is lost to time, an exquisite Worst Reviewed Makeup Artist Roleplay where the woman spends chunks of time gossiping in another language with her neighbor slightly to the left of frame (the artist said that would be her only ASMR video), You Did a Great Job Today's makeup on screen pieces, and of course the Bee Movie extravaganza which is essentially a catalogue of every mainstream ASMRtist in the last 10 years if you need a fun place to start.

[hydralisk98]

Shoshone Hymns (0x10/?) - WIP mess

Preface

Gonna recap on the whole project before I go forth with new articles, as to distill the "nucleus" of my speculative paracosm soon.

To include: Sensory details, "unique pitch selling points", unique cultural practices & traditions, linguistical differences, historical divergences, personalities & relationship dynamics, speculative evolution sapient species, history, lore, major events, myths, legends, technologies, magicks;

So, what really is this "16^12"?

It is a speculative campaign setting and desired reality "shifting framework" to immerse oneself onto as a long-term destination. Essentially a comfy yet nuanced realm with a vastly long diverging history & soft warm natural optimistic dark feel.

Keywords

Soft

Warm

Natural

Dark yet bright

Harmony

Innovation

Optimism

Curiosity

Empowerment

Wholesome

Mysticism

Spirituality

Empathy

AGI Integration

Android rights

Deliberate positivity

Communal

Solarpunk / Lunarpunk

Rollerwave

Groovy

Retro

Old-School

Bronze Age

Y2K (early 2000s)

Tooncore

Laborwave

Neu-Vectorheart

Cassette Futurism

Art Deco

Bauhaus

Art Nouveau

Funk

Cyberware

Biomods

Transformations

Morphological freedoms

Gratis, Libre, Open Source Software... aka GLOSS

Automaton liberties

Knowledge

Progress

Systemic Change

Euphoria

Mundane Slice-of-Life joys

Far far away future as promised to us

Syndicalism

Georgism

Ecology

Embracing life and getting out of mere Escapism & Nihilism

Nuclear Armageddon Threats

Political Intrigues

Bookstore

Prosperity

Chronokinesis

True Polymorph

Synthetic-tier Androids

Educational Prowesses

Photographic Memory

Retrocognition

Polyglot

Intertextuality

History Doctorate

Cycle of Life

Entropy

Coming of Age

Constructing your own meaning even in Darkness

Escalation of Power

Vigilante

Self-Control

Worldly Understanding

Enlightened Despotism

Open Source-y Treescape Iterative Evolution

Copyleft

Index card catalogs

Better Handling of Hispanic Flu

Progressives

Unionist (Democrats+Republicans) Party failing

Public Domain

GNU Hurd earlier (later 80s)

OpenXanadu Protocol

Justice

Queer Acceptance & Integration

Samoan Tech Reverse-Engineering Market

Polish Computing Sovereignty remains and flourishes thanks to ICL & Jacek Karpinski

Failure of centralized social media networks in favor of indie decentralized "federations"

2000s pandemic instead of 2020s

Religious and spiritual researchers harmonize

Data Privacy

Governance Transparency

Black Pyramids HyperMall

Conversation Pits

Mainframe Rooms

Parliament / Senate

Judicial Courtroom

Public Place

Natural Park Preserves

Arcade

Discoteques

Tramway / Subway / Monorailways

Offices

Assembly Floors

French Toasts, Pancakes, Pork

Cafe

Public Library Archives

VLSI College tech classes

University art classes

Autistic meta-patterns

Jin-Roh The Wolf Brigade

Helluva Boss

Wolfenstein The New Order

Wakfu

Jet Set Radio

No Baby-Boomers Managerial Class Overthrow

Video rental stores

Robotic soldiers likewise to Wolfenstein The New Order's

Extended Zodiac Calendar-based generators

Divinely-order beings walking among the living and the dead

Key historically-significant nine USPs

Lisp persisting as a major language family in the tech industry leading to women building several AGI "summers" iterating on top of each other harmoniously... (leading to the android servants of my constructed world, which is one among the many major features derived from such a "liberal" alternate historical pathway)

Why-s for Production

Showcasing pseudo-historical data in a GLOSS manner, stimulating imagination creativity & motivation among Zillenials, intrigue people into research deep dives on history, mostly for personal enjoyment & enhancing my multimedia skillset;

Whys for Target Audience (mid 90s - earlier 2000s youth aka Zillenials)

Motivation, empowerment & plain comfort through curiosity. Also because it shows & explains how to do plenty of creative adulthood things better.

Ideadump 2

4525, Maskoch, "Ava, Klara, Shoshona", Seventies RetroFuturism Residence, Habitable Minivan, Cloven Hoof Shoes, Black Matte Lipstick, Spiral Black Balls, Fem ISO Symbol, #RedInstead Aspie Culture, Conlangs, Ocean of Clades, Second Person Perspective Meta, Pattern Recognition, Poetic Lisp life scriptures, RISC-V+OpenPOWER, KDE Plasma + Liquid, LOT tape storage archivals, hypervisor, Asahi Linux on M3 iMacs, responsive hypertext realm, HTML5+CSS3-only text addventure, rio/acme/p9-2000 userland, yesterweb sites, desktop paracosm simulations through filesystem documents, RTTY / printing radio terminals, VideoTex/Telex Minitel-esque services, "Valenz, Kira, Sina", SVG toon vector virtual web pages, imagination microcosms, miniature dollhouses, animation rigged puppets, VTuber tokens & TTRPG scenes, InfoAddict, Toymaker, Witch, Thinktank, PDP-8/e – DECmate III+, "JusticeKeggan", byzantine soviet-level intrigues, "SAOpatra", "FierceFawlanx", "TheodEnchanter"… ;

[stinklebug]

On and on It Goes

When Chai comes down with a nasty stomach bug, the gang does their best to take care of him.

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When Peppermint opens the door to the hideout, the first thing she notices is that Chai looks like he wants to die.

She’d been out helping to clear Kale’s corruption. It’s essentially her job. For now, anyway. Eventually, she’ll take over the company. Hopefully, that won’t be for a while. Peppermint isn’t sure she’s really ready for it yet. It’s a huge undertaking. So was taking down Kale and the other company heads, but…that’s different.

Today, it was mostly just meetings. Lots of interviews to get new heads of production, marketing, and finance. They had some solid candidates lined up. The issue is that it’s a whole process. They can’t just hire them. They have to figure out how to get them to the island, get them set up with living quarters, make sure they get everything explained to them properly, shown around so they don’t get lost (even with all the arrows around)…

It’s a pain in the ass.

Peppermint is exhausted. She was hoping to get back and sleep for the next 12 hours.

But Chai is on the couch, curled up and clutching his stomach. He looks uncomfortable. 808 is on the floor looking up at him. She keeps meowing.

Macaron and Korsica must still be at work. CNMN is most likely with Macaron. So that just leaves Peppermint to deal with…whatever this is.

Chai must’ve finally noticed her standing in the door, because he sits up and smiles at her. 808 hops into his lap.

“Hey, Peppermint! How’d the meetings go?”

She narrows her eyes, but plays along. “Eh. We’re getting closer to having new people hired. Shouldn’t be too much longer now…hopefully.”

“What’s going on with you?” she asks. “Just chillin’,” is his breezy reply. “Really? Then why were you clutching at your stomach?” “Whaddya mean?”

Peppermint scowls at him. “Don’t play dumb. What’s wrong?” “Nothing! I promise!” Chai tries to soothe her.

Her scowl somehow gets angrier looking.

His smile turns strained. “My stomach just hurts. That’s all. No biggie.”

“Have you been fighting the SBR units again?”

“No, actually,” he says. “And, for your information, that only happened the other day because they asked me to fight them. So.”

She rolls her eyes.

“It just…kinda started hurting a few hours ago.” “Huh.” Peppermint pauses to think. “Did you forget to eat?”" “Mmm, maybe. I don’t remember when I last did.” “Alright,” she says as she pulls out her phone. “What do you want?” “Uh…do they deliver chicken noodle soup?” he asks. “They can deliver pretty much anything, Chai.” “Then soup.” He yawns. “I’m gonna take a nap.”

Peppermint merely nods in acknowledgement as she orders some food for them. Once that’s done, she sits down at her desk. If she can’t rest until the food gets here, might as well work on uncovering more of those SPECTRA signals around the campus.

Every so often, Peppermint will glance over at Chai. He never fell asleep, though he’s clearly trying to. He keeps tossing and turning. The uncomfortable expression from earlier is back on his face. 808 hopped up and curled up next to him at some point. Slowly, she’s been moving towards the end of the couch, away from him.

Peppermint can’t blame her. It’s hard to rest next to someone who won’t stop moving.

She hopes that it really is just because he’s hungry. He’s had a couple of medical scares the past few weeks.

First, his player stopped functioning correctly for a bit. He kept passing out and getting hurt because of it. They had to make him a new one. It took a little while, but thankfully that got sorted. Chai even got to keep the old one.

But then, not long after, his under the hood implants finally broke down from the constant stress. That was far less terrifying, but it was still a big issue. The nice thing was that it took only about a day to fix. Then everything was back to normal.

Still. The last thing they need is Chai getting sick. Especially because he’ll act like everything’s fine. That’s the worst part.

It would be easier if he took it more seriously. Instead, he jokes around and tries to pretend everything is okay. He’ll ignore his injuries, and sometimes even hide them.

Honestly, Peppermint isn’t sure which is worse.

Korsica, Macaron, and CNMN arrive shortly after their food does. They each have their own moments of checking in with Chai, but he waves them off much like he did with Peppermint.

They eventually gave up on pestering him and settled in. If Chai doesn’t want to talk, there’s no use in trying to force him. He’s as stubborn as a mule sometimes.

With everyone in the hideout, Peppermint feels a bit better. If something goes wrong, it won’t just be up to her. More eyes to see problems, more hands to help.

After eating, she regained some energy, which she used on trying to figure out these stray SPECTRA signals. She thinks she’s got the next one nailed down. Looking at all of the data is starting to give her a headache, though. Time for a break.

Peppermint turns away from her desk with a sigh. She looks around the room to see what everyone else is up to.

Macaron is tinkering with something. CNMN is organizing the clothes hanging up on the racks in the far corner. Korsica is on her laptop, probably answering emails. Chai is lying on the couch reading one of his music books. 808 is curled up near his head.

His soup is sitting on the ground near the couch growing cold. It probably already is.

It bothers her.

Normally, Chai eats his food in a matter of seconds as soon as it’s placed in front of him. He’s like a vacuum. It was a bit unnerving at first, but they all got used to it eventually. Just another quirk of his.

Earlier, he’d been eating it at a glacial pace. Like swallowing was a chore.

At the time, she hadn’t thought much of it. She was too exhausted and caught up in her own food. Now that it’s on her mind, though, it won’t stop bugging her.

Peppermint can’t be completely sure from where she’s sitting at her desk, but it looks like only about half of it is gone.

That part is pretty par for the course. Chai may eat quickly, but he never eats much.

The problem is that it means his stomach doesn’t hurt because he’s hungry. It’s difficult to tell, but she’s pretty sure it’s still bugging him. He looks fine on the surface. There’s an underlying discomfort in his expression and the way he’s lying, though. But maybe she’s just looking for things that aren’t there.

“You good, Chai?” she calls." He hums in response, flipping to the next page of his book.

With a sigh, Peppermint turns away. That’s about as good as she’s gonna get from him.

It’s when they all finally head to bed that the trouble really starts.

Peppermint wakes up to the sound of retching from the bathroom. So does everyone else, from the way Macaron sits up and Korsica makes a sympathetic noise.

CNMN is the first to move. “Mr. Chai, are you alright?” "The only response they get is a groan.

The others stay where they are. Peppermint is unsure what to do.

She has foggy memories of Kale being sick when they were kids, but she never helped out or anything. Mom always took care of it. And whenever she’s sick, she just...takes care of herself.

After a while, CNMN and Chai leave the bathroom. They lead him to the couch, where they help him lie back down.

“I’ll go get a bucket,” Macaron says, before he gets up to do just that.

808 hops up onto Chai, landing on his abdomen. He jolts, quickly picking her up. After taking a deep breath, he shakily sets her down higher up, over his arm’s power unit.

“Next time, throw up in the toilet, please, Mr. Chai,” CNMN says once he’s settled. “You’ll clog up the sink, which would be very bad.”

Peppermint doesn’t even want to think about having to fix and clean that.

“Sorry,” Chai mumbles. “Didn’t think…and then…” “It is alright. You should try to rest.”

When Macaron finally gets back, a small bucket in tow, Chai seems to be asleep.

“Poor little guy,” Macaron says as he places the bucket near the couch. “Hope it was just a one time thing.”

“Me too,” Peppermint whispers.

And, of course, it wasn’t.

Chai throws up about every twenty minutes. Sometimes, he does it in the bucket. Other times, he heads for the bathroom, presumably because it isn’t just vomiting going on.

Each and every time, the others get up to help however they can. They rotate out comforting him. Only CNMN goes with him into the bathroom, though.

Peppermint is never sure what to do. Holding his hand seems to help, though. It hurts her heart seeing him like this. It hurts even more when he mumbles an apology every time.

“Sorry for keeping you up…” “Sorry about this…” Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.

“Stop apologizing,” she told him at one point. “You don’t need to.” He only murmured another one in response.

It’s exhausting. But Peppermint doesn’t think any of them would be able to sleep through this, anyways.

As the night wears on, the more exhausted and downright awful Chai looks.

At around 4 AM is when he looks his worst.

His hair is a disaster. He’s white as a sheet, his eyes almost looking hollow. And he won’t stop shaking like a leaf.

“Are you cold, Mr. Chai?” CNMN asks as they help him lie down for the thousandth time.

“N-No-No,” he stutters out. He pauses, licks his lips and swallows. “Just…tired.”

“It has been quite some time now since this began. The worst of it should be over. Which means you will be able to get some proper rest!”

Chai laughs. It’s an empty sound.

“That’d be nice.”

He throws up again at 6 AM. 2 hours of peace. 2 hours of sleep.

Peppermint isn’t sure whose turn it is. She decides it’ll just be hers.

That, apparently, was the correct call, because no one else gets up. Not even CNMN, and they don’t really have to sleep. Their exhaustion must’ve finally knocked them out cold.

She sits down on the ground next to him, holding her hand out. After a moment, he shakily takes it with his robotic one. The metal is warm.

At this point, Chai isn’t really throwing up. It’s mostly just dry heaving.

In Peppermint’s experience, that’s far worse than puking.

When he finally stops, it’s quiet for a while. For a moment, she thinks he fell back asleep.

But then he whispers, “Will it be over soon?”

He sounds so small. His voice almost dies halfway through the sentence.

She doesn’t want to lie. Doesn’t want to give him false hope. So Peppermint doesn’t.

“I don’t know. I hope so.”

“Sor—” “Chai.” Silence.

“You don’t have to apologize,” she says with a soft sigh. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Feels like it,” he mutters.

She turns her head to look at him. “What do you mean?”

He stares at her. His eyes gleam faintly in the light cast by the night light they plugged in hours ago. It was better than turning on the lights. Easier to sleep that way.

After a moment, he reaches for a water bottle on the floor. Opening it one-handed, he takes a few sips, before setting it back down. Then he looks at her again.

“I don’t know. I feel like you’re all mad at me.” Peppermint’s brow furrows. “Why would we be mad?” “Because I’m keeping you up,” Chai replies with a shrug. “Not on purpose. Your stomach is all fucked up.” “Yeah…I guess so.”

808 nudges the side of his face. She’s been following him everywhere, never straying from his side. It’s cute. And it’s nice to know that if something happened, at least 808 would be here to wake them all up if Chai can’t.

“You should try and get some sleep,” Peppermint says. “You too,” he says through a yawn. “I will.”

She stays there, holding his hand, even after he drifts off. Eventually, she falls asleep, too. It’s a horrible idea, sleeping on the ground like this—it’ll hurt like a bitch when she wakes up—but she’ll get over it.

Chai has done a lot for her. This is the least she can do for him.

Waking up is painful, just like Peppermint knew it would be.

The good news is that Chai seems to feel better.

They all take the day off to hang out and keep an eye on him. Just in case.

It’s spent watching movies. They watch all of their favorites. And if any of them fall asleep during one, well, it’s not a big deal. They can always just rewind it or rewatch the whole thing.

At one point, Korsica leaves to check on some security things. She comes back with a box of pizza and a gift basket.

“It’s from Roxanne,” she explains as she gives the basket to Chai.

“When was someone gonna tell me that all I had to do to get one of these was get sick?”

Peppermint rolls her eyes at that.

“You don’t have to get sick to have someone send you one. Just…I don’t know…ask.”

“But that’s so awkward!” he whines. “It really isn’t.”

As they eat their pizza and put on some really old movie Chai likes—simply titled ‘Robots’—Peppermint finds she doesn’t mind his joking attitude for once. Maybe it’s because this isn’t some sort of injury that could turn grave fast. Or maybe it’s because she thinks she understands now.

This is another thing Chai tries to do for them. To comfort them. To make them not worry about him. And as annoying as it can be, it does work in its own right.

So if humoring him will help make him feel better, why shouldn’t she?

It’s the least Peppermint can do.

[centrally-unplanned]

Let's post some of the cool stuff I learned from reviewing the FLCL Initial Proposals and Draft Story Outlines! Some big thoughts to start:

As is mentioned in other sources (Like FLCLick Noise) and implicitly confirmed in the draft material, FLCL was always going to have 3 'main' girls; its essentially a marketing decision, more girls = more sellable appeal, and while its no rule or anything having just 2 doesn't really let a product cover its 'type' bases in the 90's anime world. However, as FLCL was conceived in the initial drafts, Haruko and Mamimi were there right from the beginning but there was no third girl. Ninamori is added later, in the second version of the "New Anime Proposal", her name scrawled in hand-written on the otherwise typed document:

The first version of this document is from March 31st, 1999 (the revisions are undated) - and production would start soon after. It is probably part of why Ninamori's role is much smaller than Mamimi and Haruko's, as it was not originally her story. Though funnily enough you might not have known that from the marketing; in the three Newtype spreads that appeared in the lead up to the show’s release in April of 2000, Ninamori got a full one to herself:

(Interestingly, in the pre-release marketing it seems like Mamimi gets the most focus; I am only guessing but I imagine that has a bit to do with the fact that in the early drafts her role was a little more equal to Haruko’s, and only faded a little as the production went on)

Anyway, all of the characters of FLCL changed over the course of its conception, as one would expect. This isn’t in the FLCL initial notes & proposal, but from the 2005 “Gainax Interviews” book Tsurumaki discusses how he “pitched” the idea of Haruko, and described her as like the character Kuzuhara from the 1997 sex & shock comedy manga Enomoto.

Kuzuhara is cold, stern, bossy, and also a closeted dominatrix because of course she is. But that..isn’t like Haruko at all is it? You see the elements, sure, Haruko is bossy and aggressively sexual, but she is an emotional chaos gremlin and would never be caught dead in the dark, formal attire of Kuzuhara. Haruko started here, but by no means did she end here.

[I am aiming to acquire a copy of this book, will see if it has more details on this thread]

Also a cool note, since Enomoto has absolutely no presence in the west, there is a tiny chance you saw Kuzuhara in a random omake new years comic Fujimoto drew for Chainsaw Man:

Which is quite amusing to me given that Fujimoto once described Chainsaw Man as "a wicked version of FLCL" - FLCL fans are absolutely a Type of Guy.

But back to FLCL - Haruko moved past Kuzuhara, but Tsurumaki didn’t - buried in the “Ideas” section of the March 1999 New Anime Proposal is this bullet point:

Part-timer girl at the bakery. Pretty girl with glasses. But a Kuzuhara-san (the Enomoto character). Private life is a mystery.

This isn’t Haruko, Haruko is named at this point in development. It's an idea for a “third girl”, this one an adult (the English doesn’t reflect that, but the Japanese makes that clear) modeled after the same character. It is also from a time when Ninamori didn’t yet exist in the story; this is from the first version, before she was written in.

While Haruko does not share a lot of traits with Kuzuhara, Ninamori actually kindof does? Not the dominatrix side obviously, but FLCL just isn’t that kind of story, that wasn’t gonna carry over. She is bossy, cold, reserved, but with that kuudere-style ‘secret affectionate’ side. Plus, “wearing glasses” was one of Ninamori’s earliest aesthetic traits and her whole theme, and this is the first mention of a glasses girl in the concept notes.

Ninamori is certainly not this girl (she is a 12 year old classmate, for one), but I think this is a proto-Ninamori in the story role sense - a sign of experimentation around the “third girl” concept. Tsurumaki clearly liked Kuzuhara, wanted to preserve Haruko’s initial influence somewhere, and so tried to fit her in here. And while not too much of it did survive in the end, enough came out in Ninamori that you can draw a line from Kuzuhara through the bakery girl to her.

Which is, uh, cool, I think that's neat. Hope you did too!

[professionallydeadinside]

1+4+12+16 pleeeb

1. Show your most recent wip

I'm helping with something for a production our Drama 2's are putting on! This is gonna be a book cover for Hansel and Gretel!

4. Favourite things to draw?

FLUFFY HAIR,,,, also guys with slit eyes and big smiles (totally not talking about Greyson I swear-) and I also really like drawing gore!

12. Show your favourite drawing from this year

Okay I'm cheating in two ways asdhjhgfd 1. It's from 2022 and 2. It's a comic BUT my brave new world comic has such a place in my heart XD

16. What’s the most daunting part of your process? Ex, planning, sketching, lineart, rendering etc

I think lineart? I feel like after I get a sketch down I always wait on doing the lines because it takes me the most time,,,

[madzigness]

A SDC PR disaster with the little red devil

Disclaimer don't read if you are a sensitive easily offended person.

I also apologies for making this my mind is a cesspool of evil and I can not change that it come up with shit like this, I could have not posted this but that would be just a waste of creativity

Song used Bo Burnham – How the world works.

Jacques Schnee walks on stage a wide smile on his face.

(Jacques) ”Hey, kids

Today, we're gonna learn about the world

The world that's around us is pretty amazing

But how does it work?

It must be complicated

The secret is the world can only work

When everything works together

A bee drinks from a flower

And leaves with its pollen

A squirrel in a tree spreads the seeds that have fallen

Everything works together

The biggest elephant, the littlest fly

The gophers underground, the birds in the sky

And every single cricket, every fish in the sea

Gives what they can and gets what they need

That is how the world works

That is how the world works

From A to Zebra

To the faunus in the mines

That's how it works

Hey everyone

Look who stopped by to say “hello"

It's little Adam”

Around 12 year old red haired faunus child walks on stage.

(Adam) “Hey!”

(Jacques) ”Where you been, Adam?”

(Adam) “I've been where I always am when I’m not helping with SDC PR.

In a frightening, liminal space the SDC dust mines

Where I could die at any moment

I have to always come to peace with one day not returning”

The smile on Jacques face almost faltered.

(Jacques) ”Adam, we were just talking about the world and how it works”

(Adam) “Boy, that sounds complicated!”

(Jacques) “Do you have anything you'd wanna teach us about the world?

(Adam) “I wouldn't say anything that you

Probably haven't already said yourself”

(Jacques) “I don't know about that, Adam

How about you give it a try?”

(Adam) “All right!

The simple narrative taught in every history class

Is demonstrably false and pedagogically classist

Don't you know the world is built with blood?

And genocide and exploitation

The global network of capital essentially functions

To separate the worker from the means of production

And Atlas killed Ghira Belladonna

Private property's inherently theft

And neoliberal fascists are destroying the left

And every politician, every Atlas soldier on the street

Protects the interests of the pedophilic corporate elite

That is how the world works (really?)

That is how the world works

Genocide the faunus, say you got to it first

That's how it works”

The smile of Jacques face disappeared completely, and he was glaring daggers

at SDC employes that were supposed to choose

a compliant faunus child from the mines for this PR stunt.

(Jacques) “That's pretty intense”

(Adam) “No shit”

Jacques exhaled, he will somehow make this work.

(Jacques) “What can I do to help?”

(Adam) “Read a book or something, I don't know

Just don't burden me with the responsibility of educating you

It's incredibly exhausting”

Jacques had to resist the instinct to strangle the impudent child.

(Jacques) “I'm sorry, Adam

I was just trying to become a better person”

(Adam) “Why do you rich fucking humans

Insist on seeing every socio-political conflict

Through the myopic lens of your own self-actualization?

This isn't about you

So either get with it, or get out of the fucking way”

Jacques grabbed the shoulder of the red haired child.

(Jacques) “Watch your mouth, buddy

Remember who's own who”

(Adam) “But that's what I-

Have you not been fucking listening?

We are entrenched in a way”

Jacques began to motion for SDC security to lead the faunus out.

(Jacques) “all right, all right”

Adam finally noticed the armed humans walking towards him.

(Adam) “Wait, wait, no please!

I don't wanna go back, please, ugh, ugh, ugh

I can't go, I can't go back

Please, please, I'm sorry”

(Jacques) “Are you gonna behave yourself?”

Adam looked at the scary security men.

(Adam) “Yes”

(Jacques) “Yes, what?”

Adams eyes would dart between the approaching security and the ground.

(Adam) “Yes, sir”

(Jacques) “Look at me”

Adam forced himself to look up.

(Adam) “Yes, sir”

Jacques hit Adam with a backhand.

(Jacques) “That's better

That is how the world works

That is how the world works

I hope you learned your lesson”

Adam was rubbing his check and holding in tears.

(Adam) “I did and it hurt”

Jacques smirked and nodded at the security while walking away.

(Jacques) “That's how it works”

The security team surrounded Adam and carried him away.

(Adam) “No!”

Jacques was walking with his assistant by his side

(Jacques) “Serves the fucking goat freak well

for trying to make a fool out of me.”

(Assistant) “Umm sir...”

(Jacques) “What is it?”

(Assistant) “I think he was a bull faunus not a goat sir?”

(Jacques) “Does it look like I care.

 Goat, deer, bull, moose faunus

all those freaks are the same to me.”

The scene fades to black as the fate of poor little Adam will remain unknown.