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austennerdita2533 · 2 years ago

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Hi! So if Jane Austen's heroines were alive today (and not fictional, lol), which ones do you think would be the biggest Taylor Swift fans? I know Marianne would cry along to her songs and analyze her lyrics as much as I do, lol. And I can totally see Emma organizing outings to Taylor Swift concerts. (Also, I'm rewatching Friends and while Rachel Green and I are very different people, I just know she would be a big Taylor fan, which partly explains why I love her ;))

Hello friend!! And omg, what a fun question to ponder!

You know, I think an argument could be made that most, if not all, of Austen's heroines (+some secondary characters, too!) would be Taylor Swift fans. Mostly because I feel like Jane Austen herself would be a ride or die Swiftie, so it's fitting some of her characters would be as well. :)

Marianne Dashwood would absolutely WEEP over the beauty of T-Swift's writing. She'd hone in on the metaphorical significance of lyrics; be all about the symbolism, the allusions, the themes. She'd deconstruct her vocal and instrumental choices. And she'd scream about how deeply the songs made her feel.

She'd be out there posting dramatic memes like this:

(Also re: why do I get the sense that Marianne would romanticize Willoughby with a song like Enchanted? ☠️)

Elinor Dashwood would be more of a subdued fan, I think. A quieter one. She wouldn't blast Taylor's songs in the car necessarily, but rather, would listen to them from the privacy of her own headphones so no one else need hear her favorites. She'd like the poignant, introspective songs better than those that were the biggest hits. I could see The Story of Us fitting her and Edward's dynamic well.

Emma Woodhouse planning outings to concerts? HELL YES TO THAT. I also could envision her organizing listening parties before a new album dropped or even throwing parties for different T-Swift eras "just because" (1989, Speak Now, Fearless etc). Tell me she wouldn't love doing that! She'd have a whole vibe/color scheme with themed decor, food, and party favors, and of, course, would invite all of Highbury. Also, if someone expressed that they weren't a fan of Taylor's music, I could picture her being snobbish about it and judging them for having poor taste (which, obviously, they would 😂).

The Bennet sisters would all be big fans, too. The girls would probably all own/wear Swiftie merch, attend concerts together, and blast her music in the house at all hours. (This might be another reason why Mr. Bennet chooses to hide himself away in his library. He's soundproofed the walls, because dammit, he needs some peace and quiet!)

Lydia and Kitty would be overly invested in all the T-Swift gossip, especially the conspiracy theories regarding Taylor's dating life/exes. They would be focused on deducing which songs she did - or did - not write about whom. They'd also go totally feral over Harry Styles. No question about it. They might even go so far as to post blind items online about where Taylor's current lovers and/or exes have been seen recently, and with whom. As for Mary, I think she'd consider herself to be a more "serious" fangirl and have a whole YouTube channel or TikTok account that was comprised of carefully cultivated T-Swift covers. Jane would have a special fondness for Lover. (The song, in particular.) It fits her aesthetic: her pure heart and the way she loves--softly, sweetly, in shades of effervescent gold. And Lizzie, of any Austen character, is the likeliest to have or live out her own Reputation Era. She radiates "I Did Something Bad," Look What You Made Me Do," and "Delicate" energy without even trying. She ain't afraid to burn shit to the ground, Darcy's first proposal included. 🔥

Anne Elliot would be let herself be eviscerated by the album, Red. She'd listen to it over and over again and just let herself bleed with the memories of what was, of what could have been, with Wentworth. Tell me you can't imagine her sing-crying along to All Too Well (10 Minute Version) while she's draped morosely over her bed, alone, pining, well after 2 AM. Death by A Thousand Cuts is another song she'd play on a loop to wring her heart out. (My heart, my hips, my body, my love/Trying to find a part of me that you didn't touch") It fits thematically with her assertion that women love longest even "when existence or when hope is gone." 😭

Catherine Morland has a dreamy, fanciful quality about her and likes to lose herself in other people's stories more than she tends to stay grounded in her own. For that reason, I think she'd appreciate Folklore and Evermore a lot. The songs in those albums double as short stories and character studies so I think she'd love submerging herself in the narrative richness and intimacy they provide because it's like getting a first-hand glimpse into another world, into somebody else's life.

Fanny Price, though timid, is an incredibly self-aware character who knows she's jealous of Mary Crawford because she has managed to secure Edmund's romantic interest/attachment. If there is any song she would relate to most in sentiment, it'd probably be You Belong With Me. She'd never convey that out loud, though. Never admit it. Least of all to Edmund, the man she's loved and pined for in secret her whole life. It's not her way. She's resigned herself to admiring him from a distance, which would make her affinity for that song much sadder and heartbreaking, in my opinion.

Anyway, wow! I did not mean to drone on so much about this but once I got going I couldn't seem to stop. 🙃

#eleanor-tilney #replies #the loveliest of lovely people #ashlee bree talks jane austen and taylor swift #rachel green would be a swiftie as well btw #no doubt in my mind

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svnflowervol666 · 5 years ago

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New Year (Harry Styles x fem!Reader)

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, mentions of smut, dad!harry (or dad-to-be!Harry I suppose), tons of fluff, skewed timeline (I wanted to make this work, so just pretend that Harry and Y/N have been together for quite some time and Camille has long been forgotten)

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! This is my first time writing for Harry, so please be kind! I’d been trying to muster the courage to write this when it was actually right around the new year, but I’ve not been able to stop toying with this cute little scenario in my head! I’d love to write more about dad!Harry or just Harry in general, so your feedback and/or other requests would be greatly appreciated! Take care and tpwk!

She worked her way from the bathroom through the small crowd of people gathered around the living room for what felt like the hundredth time that night. If you asked her what the most inconvenient part of her pregnancy was thus far, she wouldn’t hesitate to tell you that having to pee every half hour on the dot was by far the biggest inconvenience of them all. Far too many times in her now 7 months had she found herself having to locate the nearest restroom anywhere she went as soon as she arrived just to be prepared for when her baby inevitably decided to plant its weight on her bladder.

The space wasn’t overflowing with random bodies or sleazy folks wanting nothing more than a juicy story for their news station. It was just a healthy handful of closest friends and their loved ones. It was a celebration. Of an upcoming new year, a recently released new album, and two recently successful shows in Los Angeles and London. Despite this, she still struggled to spot him in the dimly lit space of the house.

After gently tapping shoulders and muttering a polite, “Excuse me,” to what felt like everyone at this damn party so that she and her perfectly rounded belly were able to pass through, she found him. He was propped up against the wall in the living room, his lanky, Gucci trouser-clad legs crossed over each other. She could tell by the way his eyes were glued to the floor and how his fingers anxiously drummed away to an invisible beat that he was waiting anxiously for her return.

Harry was never able to shake the nerves that overtook him when she went off on her own. After he’d found out she was pregnant (which was no doubt a result of the hot and heavy reunion the two of them shared after his extended trip to Japan that began around this time last year), he’d always found a way to convince himself that something bad would happen to her and the baby if he wasn’t with her at every possible moment. Sure, it felt somewhat smothering at times, but it beat having an unaffectionate husband who couldn’t care less about the impending arrival of his firstborn by a long shot. In his defense, his own safety had been compromised plenty of times throughout the years of his career, so it’s not to say that his worry was uncalled for. He simply felt more at ease with her by his side. With them by his side.

“What are you thinking about?” she prompted him, wrapping both arms around her husband’s torso and snuggling into his side the best she could with her bump in the way.

Harry seemed to withdraw himself from the hazy daydream he’d been lost in as he responded to his wife’s touch and wrapped his arm around the side of her waist so that his fingers rested softly on the swell of her stomach. She caught a glimmer of a cheeky grin tug at the corners of his lips before he spoke.

“Who ‘m gonna share my New Year’s kiss with after the countdown.”

Immediately, she rolled her eyes at the tall brunette that held her in his arms. Had she not been in such a doting mood, he would have likely earned a punch to the shoulder. Nevertheless, she decided to indulge Harry in his jokes.

“Yeah? Who’s the lucky gal?” she added a dramatic raise of her eyebrow up at him.

“Hmm,” Harry fake-pondered.

“Verrrrrrry pretty. She’s ‘bout this tall.”

He raised his hand to his wife’s height for reference.

“Her belly kinda sticks out like this,”

His hands motioned in a crescent shape, mimicking her pregnant belly and making them both snicker even more in the process.

“Only thing is, she’s married.”

He finished off his grand performance with a pout.

“Well,” his wife responded as seriously as she could, “You’re Harry bloody Styles. I’m sure her husband would allow just one kiss if it was from you.”

This made Harry blush. She could see the bashful pink even in the low light of the living room, how the heat crept up his cheeks from being complemented by his own wife and partner of several years.

“Wha’ about you? Who's gonna be the one you cozy up to when the clock strikes midnight?” Harry then focused his attention on her.

“Oh,” she shrugged her shoulders as if it was a no-brainer.

“I was thinking about going for Mitch," she gestured to the brunette who was sat on the sofa across the room with a beer in his hand.

Harry gave in and laughed loudly, unable to keep a straight face for the little game they had been playing.

“You might have to fight Sarah for that one, mate,” he was able to squeeze out in between giggles.

“Eh, I think I can take her.”

No further comment was needed as their laughter died down and they simply basked in each other’s company, listening to the buzzing of various conversations happening around them as the party continued on. Since the cycle began of press tours and rehearsals for the album release shows, the two of them felt like they hardly had any time to themselves, which was why they opted to celebrate the new year on a smaller scale as opposed to a grand party that dozens of other celebrities and brands had invited them to. Not only that, but seeing as their little one would be making their grand appearance in a little less than two months' time, any heavy partying was out of the question.

“’Ye want to go home, lovie?” Harry broke the comfortable silence between them when he heard her yawn against where her head had been resting against his chest.

“No, you goob. It’s not midnight yet.”

“If you’re tired, we can go. ‘Ye need t’ take care of yourself.”

“I think I can handle being a bit sleepy,” she reassured him.

“Yea, but you need all the rest ‘ye can get. Baby’ll be here soon.”

‘Harry, I promise you that staying up until midnight just one time is not going to hurt me or the baby. I’m good. Promise,” she finished with a loving pat on the part of his chest that was exposed from his unbuttoned blouse.

Harry reluctantly nodded in agreement, relaxing his tensed muscles as he made himself comfortable once more against the wall.

“Can’t believe we’re gonna be parents soon. Gonna have our own baby,” he muttered lowly so that only she could hear.

“I know. Hopefully, all of those years of taking care of Lux will pay off. I guarantee any child of yours will be a handful, to say the least,” she teased.

Harry faked a dramatic gasp, letting his mouth fall agape and putting his hand over his chest as if what his sweet wife has just said had given his heart a proper break.

“Can’t believe this. M’ own wife.”

There was no need to apologize, they were both used to countless nagging and teasing from each other over the years.

“You’re gonna be a good dad, Harry,” she sighed.

Harry presses a soft kiss to her hair, so featherlight that it was almost undetectable.

“‘N you’re gonna be the best mum. The hottest mum,” he said as his hand slipped south to grab a handful of his wife’s bum which caused her to shriek.

“Harry! We’re in public,” she hissed.

“So? It’s not a secret how much I love ye’. We’re married. Remember? ‘ve written plenty of songs about ya in case you’ve forgotten,” he toyed as he returned his hand back to its proper position around her waist.

The commotion between Harry pinching his lady’s bum had collected an audience, a handful of eyes focusing on the envious and jovial banter between the couple.

It was true, they were the couple everyone aspired to be like. They lasted the test of time. No number of long months apart from each other could dwindle the flame that was their love. It only strengthened the ravenous fire that coursed through their hearts for one another. They had done it right, in their minds at least. They’d gotten their lives together, made sure they were steady and stable before they settled down and decided to marry and have children.

Harry genuinely thought for the longest that he’d never have this. This perfect life and this perfect wife and, soon, a perfect little baby to call his own. He’d always thought that if he ever had children, it would be unplanned. That eventually one of his one night stands would fall pregnant, leaving his child to grow up under less than ideal circumstances. He never thought he’d be where he is today, where he’s always wanted to be.

Time slipped away from the couple and before they knew it, shouting from everyone else in the room signified that the new year was just seconds away. Reluctantly, Harry and his wife pulled themselves from their own bubble they had created away from the party and joined the rest of the group.

“FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE...HAPPY NEW YEAR!” was shouted in unison as a handmade balloon and confetti drop fell from the ceiling and covered the guests as they cheered and kissed their loved ones.

“Have your first kiss of the new year wi’ me? Please,” Harry turned to his wife, wrapping both arms around her sides.

“Only because you asked nicely,” she laughed.

As her fingers linked around Harry’s neck, he pulled her into him. The kiss was tender and sweet, just like his love for her. As they pulled away, Harry rubbed one hand over her swollen stomach and spoke again.

“Think we’re ready for this year?”

His wife brushed away a piece of the metallic star-shaped confetti from his forehead and tucked his stray hairs behind his ear just like she had done plenty of times in their years of being together. The smile on her face was soft and wise, his favorite type of smile, and Harry swears that he can see her glowing despite how dark it is in the room. She’s perfect. Her belly is perfect. Their baby is perfect. They’re perfect.

“I have a feeling we’ll be alright,” she whispered quietly before kissing him once more.

In this moment, just as every other moment, with his hand resting on top of his wife’s baby bump, Harry wishes he could stay like this forever.

#harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles x pregnant!reader #dad!harry #dad!harry x reader #dad!harry x pregnant!reader #one direction fanfiction #one direction one shot #one direction imagine #harry styles imagines #harry styles one shots

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taekooktimeline · 4 years ago

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Kayla will focus more on the latest VCR’s while Sara will do so on the one where TK appear under a blue light.

Kayla: Hello! 💜I miss questions like this🥺thank you so much for submitting it, and that means a lot that you appreciate hearing our interpretation of things💜I loved this question so much🥰

Before I start, as always, please keep in mind this is simply my interpretation of things! ☺️

I agree both VCRs seem to heavily hint to deeper things with taekook. Let’s start with Jungkook’s “my time”. He has said consistently this song is about his lost childhood and growing up in the spotlight. However, I do personally think there’s a secondary meaning. I understand some are sensitive to analyzing songs, and no not every song in a member’s solo discography is directed to his lover, but here’s what made me pause - the chorus - “I can’t call ya/hol’ ya” and then, at the end, it changes to “I will call ya/I will hol’ ya”. It fits his struggles in the spotlight - the inability to reach out due to multiple difficulties (busy schedule, saesangs, etc) and eventually he is able to reach out, call, touch. In this instance, the chorus could be considered towards relationships, like a special someone. I don’t normally like Quora, but Helen Xu, an interactor on the site, is very insightful and has said something I agree with. She directly answered a question about “my time”. Below are snippets but I highly encourage reading the entirety of her answer here - https://www.quora.com/Do-you-think-My-Time-by-BTS-Jungkook-is-about-himself-I-respect-and-trust-BTS-what-they-say-but-I-can-t-help-but-feel-that-this-song-is-for-his-significant-other-I-really-hope-so-tho-because-I-love-that-for-him-but

Keeping in mind this, we can examine the VCR a little more closely. Jk looks at a lot of clocks on the walls.

But only a handful are singled out and on a nightstand close by him. For me, this indicates great importance to these specific clocks.

One I am still working on figuring out is the one to the far left of Jk, right behind the phone. I can’t determine if it says 3:09 or 3:10. If it says 3:09… that’s very interesting, as it’s Yoongi’s birthday. Keep in mind, Yoongi wrote letters to only taekook in 2018 that, in Tae’s own words, made him cry for 10 mins. The members joked Jk’s letter must be a “copy paste” of Tae’s, meaning the same letter:

Jk singled out both Tae’s character, Tata, and Yoongi’s character, Shooky, to be the ones supporting Cooky directly in the ring for his 2020 B21 skit.

If the clock truly says 3:09, this is the second time Jk has directly singled out Yoongi in 2020, as well as Tae when factoring the other clock. Disclaimer - Please note this part is shaky since I can’t determine the time enough to feel confident.

But what we can deduce - as a lot noticed, 2 of the 3 clocks next to Jk show his birthday, 9/1 - 9:01, and Tae’s 12/30 - 12:30.

The fact these are singled out from the other clocks and are closest to Jk imply to me great importance to him. He picks up the third clock closest to him.

This one has the time - zero o’clock. He holds it up and smiles at it, as if he’s embracing the new time.

Zero o’clock is about starting a new day and forgetting what troubles you. For me …factoring in the two clocks being placed in a prominent position (denoting Tae’s and Jk’s birthdays) + Jk then performs “my time” right after + my suspicions that align with Helen Xu, that the song has a secondary (hidden) meaning …for me, this indicates Jk has found his time. His time has come, he’s ready/at peace and he’s welcoming it. He’s leaving his former struggles behind and will live more freely, less restricted.

The other part of the VCR was very interesting. Only Taekook paint their faces in black. I spoke to a few different people, who were firm that painting oneself with black indicated stigma, sin, being different, in their culture. It can also be viewed as their shadow, as BTS have discussed this extensively. Tae covers his eye while Jk covers his mouth. This reminded me of “see no evil, hear no evil” in the sense their differences/“sins” are not seen or spoken about by society. Society chooses to ignore what they’ve tried to show and say.

Jk paints his mouth black while Tae paints his eye.

After, both smirk.

For me, this indicates they’re embracing their shadow/difference. They are not bothered any further by society closing their eyes and mouths to their stigma. They have come to terms with it. They will no longer hide in their shadows/darkness.

They also showed the shadow closing on Tae (going backwards, reverse effect, not fully closing since the door still opens for him) and the light opening on Jk - parallels of each other, and again, they are the only two with this symbolism.

What I find very interesting out of all of this is how taekook are singled out as different from the group. There is a reoccurring pattern. We saw it at MAMA 2019. Both were in blue light then, based on standing order, both were in black. (As a side note - i couldn’t find a capture that encompassed Jin in the below blue/red light):

The others are in white while Taekook are black, still hidden, in their shadow.

We then saw them be singled out as different again in the On MV. Both were the only ones that had thorns, Tae’s on his neck and Jk’s around his wrist.

Thorns also can be symbolic of sin, just like the black paint in the VCR:

Jk even says he was cast out of society for being different.

My personal thinking which isn't necessarily applicable to the VCRs and heavy hinting: a taekook subunit is coming by the end of the year. We’ve said this consistently since about the spring, as noted in the main timeline, based on the first few vlives, some festa promo shoots and the order of the festa board.

There have been some other, more recent, indicators, but this has been my consistent stance - 1) Taekook 2) Yoonmin + Jin 3) Hobi and Joon. We’ll see! I know some have a differentiating opinion on this based on the BTS YT live with two subunits, not three + photo cards but my stance remains the same from spring. And if you disagree it’s ok! It’s only theory- it can be wrong or right. In asks I feel safer theorizing more freely since we don’t have to place as much importance on being “right”. Either way, even if I’m incorrect on the other subunit pairings, I still think Taekook will be a unit.

BH is working to normalize - to some degree - TK after years of restricting on camera interactions. Part of normalizing, for some, will be a subunit. I feel strongly it’ll happen for that reason. Whether it’s on a BTS album, or KTH1 or JJK1, I’m not sure. But I think by December or, at the latest January, the subunit will happen on one of those three (if it doesn’t happen in November for BE).

But I want to make it clear … I don’t think singling out Taekook from the group is solely for their subunit. Whether the subunit is on the BTS album or a mixtape, I feel very strongly we are getting one. But the reoccurring pattern of showing them as different from the other five members, with symbolisms of shadow/stigma/sin (and now embracing that)... to me indicates something even bigger is possibly brewing. I’ve got a lot of mixed thoughts I’m sorting through regarding the company’s stance right now so some of that conflicts and I just need to see in time where things go.

Please remember this is merely MY opinion / theory on this topic, which is subjective and open to individual interpretation. If I’m wrong, I’m wrong :) theory is theory for a reason and I know some disagree on the subunit part (so please don’t flood the asks with stances - I know this is a varied opinion💜😅). All we can do is wait.

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Sara: I´ve never paid too much thought to concert VCR´s because I wasn't sure if they had enough substance...but now as I pondered I'm quite excited to share my findings. We all know Taekook were the only ones to have a blue light casted over them right? Well, this is extremely important and I’ll tell you why.

BTS have made references to the blue & red pill dilemma from matrix on multiple occasions, the first time that I recall being in their MV for “N.O.” where they take the red pill & fight the system.

In sum, if you take the red pill you face the harsh reality while if you take the blue pill you stay in a dream-like illusion, a fake and perfect one. In the music video for “Shadow” you can see Suga singing on top of the scenario covered in blue light while everyone filmed him. This is his persona. The persona, for psychiatrist Carl Jung, was the social face the individual presented to the world—"a kind of mask, designed on the one hand to make a definite impression upon others, and on the other to conceal the true nature of the individual" = an illusion = blue pill.

Afterwards, his shadow that was hidden among the crowd takes over and everything turns red as he faces his true hidden self = harsh reality = red pill.

What is the shadow? In short, the shadow is the unknown side. The shadow represents all the personal traits we have ignored, denied, or cut off from ourselves. Because one tends to reject or remain ignorant of the least desirable aspects of one's personality, the shadow is largely negative. There are, however, positive aspects that may also remain hidden in one's shadow (especially in people with low self-esteem, anxieties, and false beliefs). Being LGBTQ would fit into this last case as it’s not negative in nature. Jung’s concept is that the aim of one’s life, psychologically speaking, should be not to suppress or repress, but to come to know one’s other side, and so both to enjoy and to control the whole range of one’s capacities; i.e., in the full sense, to “know oneself.” That process is called “individuation” and a necessary step is to become aware of the shadow and integrate it’s hidden aspects into the consciousness.

At first the blinking blue light suffocates Tae who can be seen suffering, running around and hugging himself. Something in his interior wants to be set free.

At the end of the VCR Tae is finally standing calmly as he faces his truth, accepting it (red) -

That’s what Sinclair does in the book “Demian” that BTS based their series “Wings” on. He recounts his experiences with the two realms, two worlds of which he was aware at the time—one of darkness, and one of light, one of day and one of night. The realm of day was everything "good", straight, and Christian. The realm of night was the world of scandal and mystery, drunkenness and murder, deceit and illegal activity. The realm of light was the world of Sinclair's parents and sisters. Though living in the realm of light, he was curious about and attracted to the realm of darkness. He was tempted by Demian, who acted like an inner voice leading him to self-discovery and individuation. In the Below pic the black ink represents temptation and “sin”. Jk takes it to his mouth (in this 2016’s trailer for the Wings tour, other members use different symbolism like sinful apples, blindfolds, curtains, etc).

Jk takes a taste of this world of darkness in BS&T. The world of the previously unknown and denied shadows.

Dialogue from “Demian” that played in this scene from BS&T: “He too was a tempter. The evil world with which I no longer wanted to have anything to do”. The balloon is let go which represents lost innocence - surroundings covered in red.

As I said, the shadow is not always inherently negative, but it’s always perceived as such by either society, the individual, or both. The intro for “Wings” was “Boy Meets Evil”. When the lyrics give into the temptation the walls are painted red.

When performing this song in MAMA 2016 we can see the two realms on opposite sides. When we mix them we get a purple color representing the whole, the dichotomy of human nature (which tormented Sinclair until he accepted himself).

What are they trying to convey with this picture below?

Well, other members are letting their shadows be seen, but Taekook are showing us their carefully drafted public persona, hiding their truth. All of them do this to some extent, but this image implies Taekook’s real self drastically contrasts with the illusion that they create by wearing their masks. They have to conceal more than the rest, even if they already accepted themselves. What you see is a pretty lie = blue. They only show us their “good” side. Just like “Fake Love’s” lyrics (a song directed to army): “Mold a pretty lie for you”, “Try to erase myself and make me your doll”. Also, In Singularity Tae sings about silencing his voice and trapping himself into a frozen BLUE lake.

He wears a mask. The red part of his head (shadow, hidden truth) has an earring that reads “loved”. Forbidden, secret love?

Yoongi recently talked about this topic while In The Soop. He said that he talked with Bang pd nim and that, if someone has to do it (for a greater good), he himself would choose the red pill. He would sacrifice. The matrix is an ongoing theme.

About the latest VCR’s where TK have black paint, I basically agree with Kayla. They were introducing the shadow-themed section of the concert so every member was portraying the shadow in different ways but it’s definitely interesting that Taekook represented the shadow with the exact same symbolism put back to back - arguably the most visually impactful out of them - placed near the end of the VCR as it reaches it’s peak in intensity before slowly falling into quietness again. Taekook share a common aspect of themselves that is considered negative and carries a stigma and therefore - as their blue public colors indicate - is part of their red hidden shadow. They really highlighted Taekook’s scenes, so it indicates their shadow is of greater significance. It’s a bigger deal. As mentioned earlier, the black ink is related to sin.

Now JK’s VCR that introduced his song. “My time” by Jk is certainly about his crazy life while growing up in the spotlight. It’s not only about his lost childhood, but also about a “limited love”, losing the capacity to love freely during his teens and beyond. The chorus - the part of the song that delivers the main message - sings about a relationship with many physical limitations. The chosen words are pretty romantic: hold, touch, etc (discard fans as it’s a personal song). Since we talk about the spotlight, it can be understood that they can’t do those things while having eyes on them. He says “happy that we met each other” so it’s not about his family. He’s waiting for “the time” they’ll be able to love freely which he has promised will come (“I will hold ya and you know”). If we take the previous VCR’s into account it’s quite suspicious that Taekook’s clocks are placed right next to each other in the most important spot angle-wise. It does seem like a connection between Jk’s song and Taekook.

What does all this ultimately mean? What’s the purpose of showing these hints? Well, not sure. Could be related to them coming out in the future and finding their time to live their lives as a couple without pretending, taking off their masks and revealing their truth. For the time being a TK subunit would be neat though :P

#discussions #taekook #taekooktimeline #theories #vcrs

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writtenonreceipts · 4 years ago

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6, 11, and 17!

Thanks!! This was fun, haha

6:Was there anything you meant to read, but never got to? Anything by VE Schwab. I keep meaning to but never do!!! I think I would really enjoy her stuff, the summaries have intrigued me whenever I see them. Six of Crows too, heists and found families are my jam and I know that’s where these books lie (buuut I will admit...shadow and bone series were not my faves...sorry!) I’ll give Six of Crows a chance and distance my negative opinion about the other books of Bardougos.

I also really want to read Noami Novik’s new book Deadly Education, because her writing is glorious. I love the way she does retellings and writes strong female characters. I think she also does a great job weaving romance into her books without making it too heavy a theme which is super refreshing. Also the Kinder Poison, an insta blog I follow absolutely raves about the book so now I want to read it, hahaha! I know nothing about it but it seems like a good idea! 11:What was your favorite book that has been out for a while, but you just now read?: I only recently read Warbreaker by Brandon Sanderson, it’s been out about ten years now and oh my lands. Loved it. Loved it. Loved it. So much working in that book and in all of Brandon’s books its always so fun to read. I love the work he puts into his writing and his world building for fantasy it just makes the experience that much better.

I also finally read Dune. Another interesting book. I don’t know what was going on through half of it. Hahaha. But that’s ok. I’ll probably end up rereading it. Sci-Fi isn’t my thing, I tend to stick more to fantasy, unless it’s easy sci-fi, ya know? kinda like the relaxed versions we see in YA. 17: Did any books surprise you with how good they were?: Definitely the Illuminae Files by Aime Kauffman and Jay Kristoff. They are written as docile files/ims/texts/surveillance videos etc. And it’s just something you never really see done. The style is really cool but also super niche that I can understand why people don’t like them, but man. Super entertaining, I’m starting the last one of those books here soon.

Also, I finally finished The Giver Quartet. And wow. I really enjoyed seeing how all the books came together. Quick and easy reads, but no less powerful. Such an interesting book series with interesting themes and ideas that I loved thinking about and pondering.

#books #brandon sanderson #the giver #the illuminae files #six of crows #shadow and bone #noami novik #dune #asks #answered

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realmonsterboyhours · 5 years ago

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Gala

Bajo x GN Reader (wearing a dress) SFW Word Count 1,736

There’s a little surprise at the end~

The estate was absolutely bustling with life. Every door and window of the grand house was swung wide open to allow ease of access for the staff rushing about its halls, and allowing in the clean, summer breeze. From the maids to the planners, everyone was busy doing their part to finish up the final preparations for the big night. Carts of finely designed flowers were being brought around and placed appropriately. Tables being laid set, the sounds of musical instruments being tuned and practiced carried on the breeze through the massive walls.

You had been utterly swept away in the grandeur of it all. Sure, the estate was something to marvel at in and of itself, but with this much care to detail, she was unmatched in beauty. You made your way through the expansive hallways, pondering how the night would turn out. This was the first proper ball since marrying into the Shoggoth house. Your five lovers had kept you away on purpose until after your marriages had been finalized. It was far too dangerous to bring an unwed woman to any of their business before. Just as much as this was to keep in good grace with fellow mafia dons, this was also their plan to unveil you to their world.

You were the talk of the metaphorical town. Not a single boss in recent had been able to talk about anything else. Each one whispering of the one person. How beautiful they must be that not only one, but all five of the Shoggoths who were arguably some of the world's most powerful, and dangerous bosses.

Suffice to say you were a tad nervous deep down inside. Never before had you been allowed to these events, typically sent off to one of their private homes for a short weekend. Much less than that, you had never been in a room with any other dons than your husbands, and even less than that with just that many mafia bosses.

But a breeze rolled across your back, ushering your movements towards your own private quarters. Seemingly carried by the faintest trail of the scent of roses from the massive gardens. The event had been prepared for over the past few days and planned for well over a few months now, every detail carefully constructed to perform without so much as a hitch. So much so, that Gio had set a time for you to be in your quarters to have your hair and makeup professionally done.

You stepped in, greeted with a familiar face, your normal stylist, and a revered makeup artist. You were brought quickly inside and seated for a rather lengthy process.

It seemed as though hours had passed, your makeup was flawless. Your curled hair is worn up into an elegant up-do. You almost couldn't believe it when they showed you yourself in the mirror.

They packed up, leaving you in your room, just shy of the start to the party. Your new dress laid out so sweetly over your bed, a beautiful waterfall of maroon. Gio had really outdone himself this time. You bared yourself, sliding the new dress onto your body, fitting like a perfect glove. It seemed to hug and cradle every perfect aspect of your body. You had never felt so-

"Beautiful."

You startle at the sudden presence within the room. You needn't even turn to know that the disembodied voice had belonged to the Latino man you had become so fond of; Bajo. You could feel his ember hued eyes burn into the skin of your exposed back. You barely registered the faint scuff of his shoes on the floor as he made his way to sidle up behind you.

You finally exhale, attempting to reach for the zipper to close the back of the dress. His hands soothed yours away from your back, his lips dip to the side of your neck, grazing them over your skin until it stippled under his touch. “Bajo…” you breathe so quietly you were unsure if you had actually spoken at all.

“Te ves tan hermosa querida” He hums near your ear, in that foreign language you had just started to pick up from your time with him.

Your breath caught in your throat when the chill of his hands slipped just under the seam of the dress, cradling the curves along your spine in his palms, his cold rings doing nothing to help the blazing scream building within your stomach. “It seems like such a shame to cover you up, mariposa.” He sighs against the crest of your shoulder, his breath tickles the baby hairs along your neck sending a shiver down your spine. It felt as if you were helpless, trapped in a weightless sway in his arms.

You breathe out a ragged sample of a giggle, selfishly allowing him to hold onto you for just a lingering moment longer. He pulls you closer into him, letting you rest against his body while he indulges himself with hands exploring your body. A sigh echos through the air while he showers you with attention, it’s slow, methodical, and sweet. His lips trailing the edge of your ear finally pull you from his ministrations. “Mi amor” you start, feeling him shiver behind you. “The others will be wondering where we are, and we have a whole night to tease one another. I’ll spend the night with you tonight if you want, but for now, could you zip me up?” You purred to him with a low, sultry voice.

You could feel his lips curl into that hairpin smile of his, he finally retreated enough to run his chilled hands over the dip of your spine, grasping the zipper and slowly covering your body with the fabric that settled about halfway down your back. His hands finally pull from you, allowing you to turn, finally seeing him.

He stood with a majority of his weight settled onto one leg, his head cocked to the side with his hands slipping into the pockets of his dress pants. Bedecked in a black silky suit, the jacket boasting a beautiful intricate rose pattern. Fitting for him. A white button down shirt was surprisingly buttoned to the neck, tied off with a black tie, and a golden pair of collar pins. A white kerchief stuffed elegantly into the breast pocket of the coat. Tied in with a black designer belt, a golden buckle meticulously paired with the cuff links of his shirt. You had never seen him put so meticulously together. Every piece of the suit was so elegant, and yet he made it so effortlessly him. His smile broke into a toothy grin, his silver fangs glinting just as his mirthful eyes did. You were so caught up in staring awestruck at him that you barely registered his voice. “Do you like what you see?” he teases. You could barely even nod before another don comes into the room. Dressed just as astonishing as always, Gio the pinnacle of aesthetic makes his way to Bajo’s side. Gio’s smile is small and fond as he appraises Bajo’s outfit that he no doubt designed specifically for him and this event. “You should wear suits more often, mio amico” He croons. “Far more becoming than walking around with your bare chest out like some cheap harlot.” He chuckles in good nature. You were unsure if it was the raised spirits of the night, or if he was simply excited to see Bajo dressed in a suit, but there was something charged in his eyes, and his tone was more gentle than you had anticipated.

“Mi amigo, I’m certain that it would be a crime for me to cover myself like this for long periods of time. I do like the design you came up with, though.” He teases back before both their eyes fall onto you, like twin sets of lowly burning embers that would threaten to reignite the fire building within your stomach.

“You look breathtaking” Bajo sighs dreamily, his eyes hovering over your body head to toe. His words were so sweet, but something about the curl of his lip said you would be in for one hell of a night.

“Of course they do. I designed the dress” Gio seems to plume as he boasts theatrically. His own eyes trail you over. “You look far more radiant than I expected, tesoro.” He finally takes your hand in his own, brushing his lips across your knuckles softly, as you were accustomed to from him.

Gio takes a moment to use your hand to turn you softly before him, a final check to make sure everything rested in place properly. He hummed in satisfaction when he saw his vision finally before him. You were truly something of a dream, and both these sinners were surely unfit to be within your presence. You finally came to a stop, the lovely Merlot fabric settling like petals in a breeze around you. Exactly what he had envisioned. You were the sheer definition of beauty in this dress. They were both so enraptured by just how lovely you looked, the dress hugging you just as warmly as their gazes burned.

Your smile seemed to match theirs when Gio sidled up beside you, his palm resting comfortingly into the dip of your back, he urged your form forwards “Come now, bambi. The others are waiting and I truly believe Zhuk will go crazy if he waits much longer for your arrival. He’s simply going mad.” He chuckles with a fond shake of his head. “Come on, Escarabajo, let’s not keep them all waiting.”

“I would never dream of it” He falls beside you to place his hand on your back as well as they led you down to see the others. His thumb brushing sweetly along the hem of the dress, dipping his thumb just below it to test the waters, or simply to just tease you with what he had already been planning for your night alone together.

All of your nerves had all but melted away with the warm rush of your blush running down your body. You would be fine as long as you had all of them, it was nothing to be worried about. The prospect of having your fun tonight with them outweighed any ounce of worry you had. Tonight would be memorable for sure.

#The Conglomerate #Bajo #Escarabajo #Gio #scarafagio #sfw #my writing #Hax Writes #my art #hax draws

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champagne-bucky · 5 years ago

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Stronger

Summary: Life as the newest Avenger is tough, but a new friend is willing to help you through it

Warnings: bullied!Reader x Bucky

Notes: This is a requested one shot by @i-ve-become-fictional ! Hope you enjoy this! Like, repost, comment, and follow for more! :)

Avenger Wrecks Billion Corporation Building.

Newest Addition to the Avengers is Well Below Qualification Ranks.

Are the Avengers Becoming a Joke?

President Issues a Statement Regarding New Avenger: “Y/N Y/L/N is a Hazard to Our Country!”

The headlines wouldn’t stop, they were getting so repetitive. You get it, you suck, as an Avenger and as a person in general. Why do they all hate you so much? You’ll never understand why. It all started when James Rhodes hired you on as an Avenger. With Natasha Romanoff and Tony Stark’s passing and the retirement of Steve Rogers, S.H.I.E.L.D was looking to recruit a new member for the Avengers. You weren’t exactly top of your class strength wise, your skills excelled with computers and different types of technology. Needless to say, you had no real place on the team, unless they thought you were a gamma infected being that was holding out on everybody, you rendered useless.

Why do you put yourself down like this? Well, the other recruits were telling you the same thing, to your face and behind your back, when Fury considered you to be in the running for the Avengers. You were just as surprised as everyone else had been when you got a final nomination to join. It was between you and a highly respected and highly decorated S.H.I.E.L.D agent. You don’t know how you managed to get that far, but considering you blew everyone else out of the water when it came to cooking up concoctions in the scientific portion of the tests and memorizing how Tony Stark built numerous Iron Man suits, from a heap of scrap metal to glorious nanotechnology, the other recruits never stood a chance.

The team of remaining Avengers were shocked and impressed that you managed to make it as far as you did, truth be told you were too. When it came down to you and the other agent, Fury urged the team to really think about who they wanted. The votes were tied, but some poor soul thought you had potential to be an actual Avenger. What that same soul didn’t realize was with an uncoordinated member came dozens of heavily opinionated jerks from every walk of life criticizing your every move.

There was a small group of people that supported you. They tried their best to defend you, but that small group was always taken over by the tsunami that was late night television commentators and early morning local news reporters. It was safe to say, the majority didn’t like you.

Day after day you would train your ass off trying to get stronger. You were getting better, but you weren’t the best. You wish you could quit, but you were already in too deep.

The building was an accident. You didn’t mean to destroy it, however it was a building that was on the midst of foreclosure, which meant no casualties were harmed because no one was inside. Despite this important fact, the media ran with it and was quick to try and call you a cold blooded killer. Not true, not even a little bit, that at least was James Rhodes would tell you.

The others liked you. Sure, those who weren’t too keen on you took a while to warm up, but they all adjusted to your presence quickly. It seemed as though somedays they really did appreciate you. You could tell some were frustrated by you though. For instance, you had overheard a conversation from Clint and Sam voicing rather loudly how they thought you would get yourself killed because of you “careless” fighting style.

Most days you didn’t want to leave your room. You didn’t need to affiliate yourself with the new wave of hate and toxicity the internet and it’s trolls would bring you. You wanted to disassociate yourself from the world, and yourself, for one goddamn day. However, Colonel James Rhodes would not have any of that today.

“Due to light of the recent events from last mission, the Senate is ordering us to hold a press conference.” Rhodey announces which caused collective groans from the group.

“Do we all have to be present?” Clint asked slouching in his chair. He really didn’t feel like facing the ravenous press today.

“Well, actually, only myself, Bucky, Sam, and Y/N will be attending the press conference today.” You froze in your seat. A panic attack threatening to rise within you. The feeling of the teams eyes all landing on you. You’ve never had to be at the press conferences before. Usually it was only Sam and Rhodey taking the lead.

“Kid, you’ll do fine. Just give simple and minimal answers to the press. Don’t answer any questions you don’t want to. If anything, we’ll answer them for you.” Rhodey put his hand on your back before walking away to get ready.

—

You always had stage fright. Ever since 5th grade when you misspelled that one really long and complicated word. Everyone in the crowd was laughing at you, at least to your imagination. You remember specifically Marcy Hunter making fun of you and taunting you for weeks. Calling you stupid, getting the whole grade to think you were stupid, saying you were one of the biggest losers on planet ea-

“Hey, you ready?” Sam looked at you with concern.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s just get this over with.” You muttered nervously.

—

The millions of flashing cameras and yelling journalists did nothing to ease your confidence. Every single one of them were up in arms about what had happened. No one was hurt, so why were they all acting as if a mass murder took place.

“Colonel Rhodes, are there any updates regarding a body count from the premises of the building.” Someone shouted

“For the last and final time, no one was in that building. It was already cleared for months before we got to it.” Rhodey looked annoyed as ever. Same questions same answers. They were just looking for an opportunity to rip on you.

One woman eyed you up and down with her evil eyes. She was waiting patiently to get the mic and rip you limb from limb. She finally got it after about an hour into the conference.

“Ms. L/N, how do you think this mishap will affect on the citizens of New York?” She was going somewhere with this wasn’t she?

“Well,” you cleared your throat, “as Colonel Rhodes has mentioned, the building was cleared and the citizens surrounding the area were promptly evacuated.” Sam nodded his head in approval.

“So does this mean there has been no discussion of your removal from the team?” What?

“I’m sorry?” You questioned.

“Well, it just seems destruction follows you wherever you go. I mean for Christ sake a billion dollar building collapses and you aren’t even the slightest bit worried that you dm could’ve killed people.” She was evil. The way her lips curled into a devilish smirk.

“Like I’ve told the other reporters, building was empty and no civilians were near the scene.” Rhodey was getting annoyed now.

“What I’m trying to say is, did you all really think it was a good idea to have someone with so little experience play with the big boys. It seems as though she doesn’t even know what she’s doin-“ The bitch was immediately cut off by Bucky.

“Okay, that’s enough out of you, out of all of you. Y/N is an Avenger whether you like her or not. We voted to have her on the team, not you or you or any of you for that matter. I’m so sick and tired of seeing headline after goddamn headline about how “incapable” she is. Can’t you people focus your attention on, I don’t know, literally anything else in this goddamn world besides her. She’s made some mistake, we all have, just because she’s an Avenger doesn’t mean she’s not human like the rest of us. I swear to God I will personally rip to shreds everyone single news article that runs one more negative thing about her. So if you all can understand where I’m coming from, shut the fuck up about her and write something else. We are done here.” Bucky looks out fo the crowd angrily. The rooms falls silent after you all get up and exit.

—

It was late in the night and you were pounding it away at the gym. Trying to forget what had transpired at the press conference. You were working up a sweat trying to rid the voices in your head.

You’ll never be good enough.

You’re pathetic.

Failure.

You suck.

Failure.

Sorry excuse for an Avenger.

Failure.

Failure

Fail-

“I thought I was usually the only one up this late.” Your thoughts stopped as Bucky’s voiced echoed from behind you.

“Never thought anyone else came down here this late.” You responded, eyes still focused on the punching bag in front of you.

“Can’t sleep?”

“Never could.” You responded still hitting the punching bag.

Bucky ponders for a moment looking at your sweaty form. You always looked defeated, so helpless, you always thought you were useless. He never thought that though. Bucky always saw something in you, he never saw you like the monsters in the press did.

“Are you okay?” You sensed the concern and sincerity in Bucky’s voice.

“What do you mean?” You tried to act dumb.

“Don’t play coy, Y/N. I know how you feel.”

“How could you possibly know how I feel?”

“Because you’re not the only one who was the media’s favorite chew toy.” You stopped punching the bag as Bucky walks over to you and leads you to the bench.

“I know how it feels, to be an outcast, to be hated by everyone. How do you think the media reacted when the dreaded Winter Soldier was joining the Avengers. Dear God, I had to stay off the internet for weeks, couldn’t even walk down the street without some asshat yelling names at me, calling me a monster.”

You remember the public outcry that rang throughout the world when it was announced that Bucky Barnes, former HYDRA assassin, was joining the Avengers. The media had a field day with him, some even went as far as protesting the front gates of the compound demanding that this evil man be exiled for the crimes he had committed.

“Nobody liked me, and those that did couldn’t even get their message across to the world as to why I was a good guy. I know I’m not perfect, but I’m not evil by any means. It’s taken a while, but I know it wasn’t James Barnes who did those things to those innocent people, it was HYDRA and the Winter Soldier programming.” Bucky had been going through lots of therapy since he was brought back. Steve had insisted that Bucky go to every last therapy session even if it meant he would break out of the retirement home and drag him there himself.

“I was the deciding vote, ya know. When no one else thought you could do it I was the only one who spoke up in your defense.”

“What so the heat could be taken off of you?” You shot back, the little rage bubble in your heart expanding.

“No, stop thinking like that. I know what you may think, that everyone here doesn’t like you, but that’s far from the truth. Everyone here, they warmed up to you, they really do enjoy having you on the team, honest to God. They have their concerns thought.” Oh boy here we go.

“I agree with them on the fighting thing, you were a little choppy at first, but hey, no one is perfect. In fact, I remember one time where Sam crashed his new set of wings into the lake when the new compound was built.” You stifled a laugh.

“Hey, there’s that pretty smile.” Bucky smiled back as you fought a blush.

“You really don’t think I’m useless?”

“Far from it, doll.”

“Then teach me.” You finally looked at Bucky.

“What?”

“Teach me how to fight, how to be like you.” You looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“Doll, no one can be like me, you gotta be your own you.” You sighed.

“But that doesn’t mean I still can’t teach you a few tricks.” You had a wide smile plastered on your face as you hugged Bucky tightly. The first person to show you true compassion since you got here.

“Thank you Buck, thank you.”

“Anytime doll, anytime.”

—

Two months later…

“C’mon Y/N, let’s move it, just like we practiced.” Bucky yelled at you as you did the kick punch combo again.

It’s been a long two months, but goddamn was it worth it. Slowly, the headlines about you stopped and the people moved on to a new problem. It felt good to not be the center of attention anymore.

Bucky recommended you to a great therapist. Together you and Dr. Han worked through your insecurities and difficulties. Everyday you were getting stronger physically and mentally. Bucky on the other hand enjoyed spending his time with you. Soon enough you became more than just training buddies, you became best friends.

He liked getting to take care of you, helping you defend yourself. Sam always joked that the two of you were doing something more than just training, but there really wasn’t more to it. Bucky saw something more in you, he saw that scrawny little boy from Brooklyn, weak, but had the drive and passion of a soldier. Bucky looked after you as if you were young Steve Rogers, and he’ll be damned if he lets anything happen to you.

#bucky x reader #bucky one shot #bucky x bullied!reader #bucky fluff #bucky imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #winter solider x reader #winter soldier #marvel #james barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky fic

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livayl · 5 years ago

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On a hazy autumn morning

This is a sneeze-/sick fic I wrote to introduce my two modern day OCs: Alexej who´s in his early thirties and a concert harpist and his husband Evan a former marine in his forties. :3 So no fantasy this time but a bad cold, sneezes and a bit of domestic fluff/care taking. :) Also a mess warning for the sneeze parts towards the end. (Never know how to actually classify this but nothing worse than in my “things I think of” stuff. It´s there but not very descriptive)

It was still early in the morning and relatively quiet. Peacefully so almost at least if one could ignore the unusual deep, breathless and congested snoring that resounded inside the small flat. Outside the chill autumn air was still hazy with mist and damp with frosted dew that had sprinkled the windows. The newly rising sun fought for supremacy with the seemingly ever present opaque shroud which could only be displaced temporarily these days. Bright rays of bronzed golden light illuminated the thick swirls of mist. They only managed thinning it enough to reveal an alley of old, widely branched maple trees whose leaves flashed auburn and rust red in an entity of white.

Evan watched from inside his cozy and warm apartment as a strong gust of wind made the big yet pliable branches wave and sway. His steel grey eyes followed the instantly loosened clouds of five-pointed leaves tinted in different layers of gleaming reds. They drifted and danced sluggishly through the fog, flashed their splendor until slowly gliding out of view. The sight was eerily pretty yet Evan would have preferred to indulge in it while dreaming instead of blurring it with tears created by a jaw-cracking yawn. Being up this early on a free day and after an almost sleepless night should have been rewarded with a bit more. He stifled another yawn against the rim of his mug and drowned its remains with a last stream of lukewarm coffee. The pleasantly bitter taste and aromatic smell managed to linger for a few moments longer.

Evan rubbed over his rather rugged, angular face, neatly buzzed head and full beard while pondering what would be more alluring: Another round of news reading followed by a nap on the small couch or a hot shower. The shower won the uneven match easily. Could have been a different outcome if it had rivaled with his big, comfortable bed. But Evans younger husband did strictly refuse sharing a sleeping place or other close quarters whenever he happened to fall ill- which was the case much more often than it should have been. Well, Evan unyielding insisted that his ill yet much smaller partner should sleep in the bed and NOT on the couch. So maybe they were even in stubbornness.

His back protested and ached while getting up which made him cringe. He´d only been a civilian for some years after a prolonged time of military service yet sometimes the amount of subjective effeminacy seemed to be hinting on a couple more.

A series of wheezing, crackling coughs made him turn on his heels and wide awake immediately as he hurried to swiftly open the bedroom door. The sight of his husband bent forward and shaking with forcefully suppressed, barking coughs alarmed him instantly as he crouched down next to the bed. “Alex? Do you need your inhalator?” He asked and pried away a slender, slightly trembling hand to place the small device into it´s palm. The gesture made Alexej look up despite the rattling spasms. When Evan had previously thought that he felt tired his husband clearly looked the part:

Alex skin, naturally very pallid, almost translucent with a faint dapple of freckles above his nose, high set cheekbones and lightly concave cheeks, was flushed and sweaty with fever. His deep set yet big bright eyes were dulled and glazed over. Now only resembling a fading cyani flower instead of their usual glowing bouquet of blossoming blue. They were also puffy and even more embedded into shadows created by too much worry, work and an irregular sleep pattern. The latest tour of long concerts had worn the already small and dainty, almost fragile built harpist out and probably paved ways for this recent illness. His beautifully curved yet small lips were devoid of color as well- a stark contrast to his straight, narrow nose which was tinted an angry red and chapped around the edges. Lingering exhaustion had deepened the fine, usually barely visible lines in his face and hopefully only marred it temporarily.

“Ndo….” Alexej managed to choke out after the small yet intense fit- voice almost inaudibly hoarse and slurred with heavy congestion. His fine and wavy, chin length wheat blonde hair was widely ruffled, damp with cold sweat and underlined with premature silver. Yet Evan loved gently combing it back behind a feverishly heated ear while he caressed the others delicate and long fingers with his much bigger and calloused hand. “I´m sorry if I woke you up.” Alex mumbled around a few futile tries to suck in a bit of air through his hopelessly clogged nose. “You didn’t, no worries. Can I bring you something?” Evan asked and had to restrain himself from kissing the others slightly parted mouth. He´d probably refuse which would leave him longing even more. “No tha-hah-nk youhh- hheh-hih-hold on-” Alexejs already unsteady breath had started to quaver mid sentence. Evan watched as his husbands red rimmed nostrils flared irritably while his breath hitched. They revealed tender yet angrily blushed insides and a septum already slightly wetted with shining fluid. Alex light blonde lashes fluttered feathery as he fought to keep his tearing eyes open while his free hand went on a frantic search for his box of tissues. Evans own did find it a bit earlier though and gathered a whole bunch of them right in time to gently cup them around his husbands gasping mouth. A small hand gripped his own with surprising force and pressed the protective barrier closer to his down turned lips and shaking nose as he surrendered: “hhh-heh-hhiih-PTZSSCH-hieh!- hheh-hah-TSSSCHHiuh!-AH´PTZSSCH-iiiew! unngh snfff" The sneezes had been unusually rough and tortuously teasing with their build ups that made Alex face scrunch and contort helplessly in rhythm of his frantically rising chest. They also were richly accompanied by moisture and spray worth of a restless night with congestion. It had not only been audible but also burst steamingly through the thin barrier and had managed to heat Evans skin.

Alex rather frail body had been at complete mercy of their exceptional force as he shook with each one and would have tumbled over if not steadied by his husband. He looked tired and teary eyed as he finally emerged from the sodden cluster of tissues. Still too dazed, feverish and breathless to feel shame or the traces of moisture still lingering around his nose and chin.

"Bless you, angel.” Evan simply replied while plucking a new bouquet of tissues.

“Ndoh- let me-” Alex tried but was shushed effectively by the cloudy fabric and even softer touch that gently cleaned his now deeply blushed face.

“Jesus… How did you get it on your cheek?” Evan could not help but snort a bit with amusement. It accomplished the impossible and made Alexejs fair skin turn into an even deeper shade of red.

“Don´t do that, I´m gross!” the younger man finally managed to say and gathered his remaining strength to pull away a still caressing hand.

Evan could not resist any longer and planted a gentle, soft kiss on Alex forehead. He tasted salt, bitter sweetly radiating warmth and that special, tingling aftertaste so delightfully unique to the other.

Alexej shivered with pleasure at his husbands surprisingly soft lips and coarse yet mellow rub of beard against his overheated skin.

He snuffled and tried rubbing the persistent tickle out of his nose that managed to squish and squelch wetly with the massaging motion.

“Don´t be stubborn. Let me stay and take care of you. I can´t sleep much outside anyways.”

“But you´ll get sick, too.” Alexej mumbled and bit his lower lip to give a contrast to the again rising tickle burning through his swollen sinuses.

Evan slowly, tenderly kissed the arch of his husbands delicately trimmed brows.

“I´ll be extra careful…” He breathed and let the tiny, soft hairs tickle his lips.

“But you-” Alexej really wanted to argue or at least revel in the sweet fondle and stroking breaths for a bit but could hardly concentrate as his own grew erratic again. The tickle had quickly grown big and urgent enough to crumble the last pieces of control while demanding his immediate attention.

“Hhhold on, I hah-ve tosneeze-” he gasped out as his eyes closed against his will once more and nostrils opened widely.

The harpist had barely time to avert his head and hide the snarling grimace behind a hastily raised forearm: “Hhh-hhiieh-IZZSSSCH-iieew! hhah-APTSSCHiieh! huh-heh-YISSSSCH-iuh!” Building faster, more easily this time but no less desperate and urgent the sneezes had left his shirt copiously wet and him slightly dizzy. Alexej could not help but cringe at the damp feeling tickling his skin and big wet spots distinctively visible on his light grey sweater.

“Here sweetheart. Bless you.” Evan said kindly, this time offering the tools for a much needed clean up instead of doing so himself.

“But I?” He then asked once Alex had finished off with an extensive and crackling nose blow.

“…. You made me sneeze at your hand. That´s not being careful.” He replied groggily and slumped back into a pile of propped up pillows. Those last outbursts seemed to have sapped the last bit of his much restricted strength.

“And you just did so all over yourself. Both of us can be washed.” Evan pecked a quick, teasing kiss on his husbands lips.

“Let me start with myself and come back with some tea, meds and breakfast. And then we´ll try to get some sleep.”

While left alone in the room all drowsy and floating with fever Alexej could not help but feel relieved and comforted knowing his love would return and this time also stay.

#my fic #my oc #Alexej #Evan #male #sneezing #snzfic #sickfic #coughing #and a bit of fluff ;)#I´m sorry if the formatting is still bad #had major issues with it for some reason :X #hope it turned out ok now

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boogiewrites · 6 years ago

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Reports and Repertoire Pt. 3

Characters: Eddie Brock x Candace Miller (OFC)

Word Count: 4700+

Summary: As the month's pass, Eddie and Candace turn into good friends. As it goes when two people that are attracted to each other, spending a great deal of time around each other, the facades they've created to appear better than they are starting to falter. Sometimes this is a good thing, moving their relationship forward, sometimes this is a bad thing, making them have to stop and reflect on their decisions. Eddie has a breakthrough that will lead to the end of their working together on this case and Candy is left with making a decision because the rule of 'I can't sleep with him because we work together.' will shortly, no longer apply.

Warnings/Tags: Language.Fluffy, getting to know you, conversations of a sexual nature, mentions of mild violence.

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Over the next two months Eddie and Candace find a lot of their downtime being dedicated to the case and to each other. They see each other at least once a week, spending entire Saturdays together as he starts volunteering with her at the shelter. They text each other almost every day, whether it's about the case or not. The topics had started to drift to things besides work as they'd gotten comfortable with each other.

About a month into the partnership, she'd muttered, "I bet Eddie would like that." while she was out with Stephanie. Her friend rolled her head obviously to her, giving her a knowing smirk. The flush in Candace's face let her know that this was certainly past just being co-workers.

They hadn't moved past being friends, there was still a line drawn in that sort of behavior. Even although their nights were spent practically on top of each other, hiding in dark, tight alleyways and him putting her on his shoulders to get a better shot for the footage they needed. Despite the physicality, there were still no obvious signs of romance growing that were going unnoticed. She really did like the man, and he seemed to like her as well. There was a comfortable nature of their relationship now, he'd let her come to his place, she'd let him come to hers. They'd even fallen asleep on the couch together while waiting for a video to finish rendering. But there were no stolen glances, no lingering physical touches to speak of that she could recall. The only sentimental advancement had been him switching to calling her by her nickname instead of her full name.

On one of their late nights, Candace talks to Steph on facetime. Steph is out and she sounds drunk and Candace is telling her to go home in a playful way.

"But Caaaaaandyyyy." she whines before she laughs loudly.

He watches the love on Candace's face as she laughs and points her finger to scold her friend, He keeps sipping away at his beer. Candy. He ponders the nickname. It fit her empathetic face and her kind actions. He lets a little smile come to his lips, watching her laugh and roll her eyes, the alcohol letting him get swept away in thought about how nice she'd been to him, what a good person she was, what a great friend she'd been.

She closes out the call, shaking her head and looks over to see Eddie watching her. "She's not usually that much of a mess." she smirks. The fact that she's defending her friend's drunken actions makes him speak before he thinks about it.

"She called you Candy." he states.

"Yeah it's a nickname." she shrugs dismissively.

"She call you that because you're so sweet?" he blurts out, he covers for himself by laughing and rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's a shortened form of Candace but...I don't mind that interpretation." her shoulders shake while she laughs.

"I like it, y'know." he shrugs as she doesn't take her inquisitive eyes from him. "Suits you." he gives a hesitant nod and a closed lip smile grows across her face.

"Because I'm sweet?" her eyes are confident, not shifting like his.

"Well...yeah." he looks down and lets out a nervous chuckle, cheeks flushing slightly. After a few moments of silence, Candace's eyes watching his anxious body language he speaks again. "You..." he pauses swinging his eyes back up to meet hers. "You mind if I call you that?"

"Candy or sweet?" she grins, surprisingly finding his behavior to be very adorable.

"Both?" he asks with a scrunched up face and tilted head, reminding her a puppy that heard a sound it was unsure of.

"How about this," she says, shifting her body towards his. "You can call me Candy in public, as long as you don't call me sweet around anyone else." she let's out a warm laugh that makes a dopey smile come across his face.

"I can do that." he says with an almost proud expression on his face that she found to be very charming. ---------------------- She didn't have to live in total denial about the fact that the man was attractive anymore to function around him, which was nice. He was human now, a peer instead of someone unreachable, but she had found that was making her more attracted to him, which she hadn't expected. By this point, most men were annoying her to the point of their level of attractiveness being irrelevant. But that hadn't happened with Eddie. Not yet anyway. It'd been almost two months, and she kept finding herself smiling when she'd see he texted her and she doesn't recall that happening anytime in her recent memory. She'd had a handful of racy dreams about him, but she wrote those off as her brain trying to take care of her needs that weren't being fulfilled and he was the closest male in her life.

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One day she went over to his apartment unannounced, not the most polite thing to do, but she wanted to pick up her USB so she could work. When she arrived he answered the door soaked in sweat, tugging earbuds out of his ears.

"Hey." she says flatly, trying to ignore the way the white shirt clung to his body, the grey sweats that hung low on his lips. She had the thought that it wasn't her fault she was swallowing the drool the sight had caused if he was going to wear the official 'fuck me' uniform of hot guys.

"Oh hey Candy!" he says with a big smile, endorphins pumping away inside him. "What's up? Somethin' wrong?" his voice changes to concerned.

"No," she shakes her head, taking a pause that lasted too long. "I needed my USB, I know you said you'd bring it tomorrow but you know me." she shrugs and lets out a small breathy laugh.

"Yeah, work work work," he says with a teasing nod. She has to watch him walk all the way to the other side of his apartment and his solid, stocky form doing that masculine shoulder shifting saunter that caught her eye in the first place. He tosses the towel he'd had on his shoulder onto the weight bench after ruffling his hair with it. She rolls her eyes at herself and how the muscles in his arms and across his shoulder shifted as he did so. Man, she needed to get ahold of herself. And get laid, she concludes. She recovers in time for it to look like she wasn't staring at him as he returns with the object in hand. "Here ya go." he says entirely too casually for the way her pulse was speeding up.

"Thanks, Eddie." Why did it feel dirty to say his name when he looked like this? "I'll see you tomorrow." she nods and turns quickly to walk in a controlled way, maybe she swung her hips a little more than necessary, maybe ran her fingers through her hair so her jacket would lift up enough to show her ass a bit.

He leaned out the doorway watching her leave, and man did he enjoy the sight of it. WIth the hormones still going as fast as his heartbeat, he lets out a low groan as she disappears down the stairs. Working out usually resulted in jerking off in the shower, and it seemed this would end no differently, but at least now he had some clear inspiration.

When Eddie was checking out at his local corner store, Mrs. Chen asking him why he was buying two packs of different beer instead of his usual one, it dawns on him he'd done so without thinking much about it. He knew Candace would be over at some point and she liked this beer, so he'd gotten it so he'd have it for her. He plays it off, but he can't lie to himself in the face of an obvious behavior like this. Not when it was coupled with varies other signs he'd swept under the rug.

He hadn't been looking for or expecting to find what he had in Candace. At first, she was a distraction. She quickly became a welcome one and with that, seeing her started to be something he looked forward to. At first, he'd focused on the work, assuming the feel-good hangover he'd have was just him being happy to get back out there again but it soon became obvious to him it wasn't only the work. He felt better when he was around her, like he was his old self again, someone that mattered.

The real turning point for their relationship together had been one particular night of hiding out. They were finally getting the footage they needed. Trying to remain non-partisan and let the events fold out how they may and only documenting, not interfering, had come to a head for Eddie. As the cops antagonized the two women to fight each other his fists clenched, he let out a low growl of a noise.

"Eddie calm down." Candace whispers curtly, eyes still on the camera screen.

"But look at 'em Candy, look what they're makin' those poor girls do." he almost whines, his toes gripping into his sneakers as he pushes up the sleeves of his hoodie.

"What are you doing?" she snaps at him in a whisper, grabbing his forearm and keeping him out of sight.

"I"ve got help them out, we can't just let 'em do this, we know them." he turns back to look at her before trying to move again but she yanks him back into the alley, setting the camera down in the direction of the action and pushing him against a wall.

"This is why we're here Eddie," she says sharply. "If we don't record it, we won't have evidence and if you intervene now, our cover is blown and no one will be getting anything for anyone. If they get hurt, the payout from a settlement they get will make it worth it if we do this right. There have been no deaths since this started, so just take a big breath, put on your big girl panties and let's do our job." she says just inches from him. Her tone is annoyed, her eyes serious as they burn into his emotionally torn ones.

As she holds him against the wall with both hands to his chest she can feel his heart racing. She keeps a strong look into his eyes and when his face wines and twitches, looking to the side to the sound of the women fighting she grabs his chin and makes him look at her. He feels sometimes inside him shift.

"Eddie. We've worked too hard to blow this now. And I'm not going to let you fuck this up for us." she says in an even, cool tone. Her whispered orders make his brain pay attention, despite her being shorter, although only by a few inches, he feels as if she shrinks him down with her actions.

His chest heaves only once more, before his eyes go back to a normal width, the deep blue now calmer, his brow lowering and resting heavy again above them. He licks his lips and swallows noisily.

"Okay," he whispers, a quick grouping of nods. With that she releases the rough stubbled cheeks under her fingers, hand still on his chest.

Her face softens but doesn't lose its edge. He notices the freckles on her cheeks, the sharp dip of her cupid's bow as his eyes nervously dart over her features. "You're right. You're right Candy." he says quietly. He averts his eyes like a scolded puppy, his heart still beating fast but no longer because of anger. He knew certain things about himself, what role he naturally fell into, and it seemed she also naturally fell into a certain role of her own with him at that moment.

She leans away, hand still on his chest, "Okay." she says softly, finally releasing the pressure on his chest that held him against the wall. His posture slumps immediately and she can tell he's ashamed. She's relieved he didn't fight back, although a part of her felt like she knew he wouldn't. -------- Back at her apartment, she's going over the footage to see what's salvageable, letting out a heavy sigh when his little episode makes the ending of the action unusable. She lets out a heavy sigh, putting her thumbnail in her mouth to gnaw at it as she stared at the screen.

"I'm sorry about that." he says again, unprovoked.

"I know." is all she says and from the corner of her eye she sees him slump again.

"I just-" he lets out a huff of breath. "I get really caught up in the work."

She nods, still looking at the screen. She wasn't mad at him, annoyed, but not angry. He'd apologized and done nothing out of turn since. "That happen often?" she finally asks, turning her head to him, resting her jaw on her hand.

"Oh, well...I mean sometimes, yeah." he says with twitching lips.

"Is that what happened with Drake?" she asks bluntly. Face set to that cold indifference to match her tone and he feels his chest tighten.

He hadn't expected the question, but he certainly deserved it. "I found out he was doin' these experiments that were killing people. I had to do someth-"

"No you didn't." she interrupts him and his mouth, hanging open like a fish closes again. "There are rules, procedures with these kinds of things. You're too smart to act like that, Eddie. You've got to get control of your emotions. If you don't they'll run away with you." she says before taking a deep breath and sighing, setting her back straight again on the couch. "You'll just keep sabotaging yourself if you don't." her face isn't as hard as it was, it wasn't exactly pity but he felt that the words came from a place of kindness even if they didn't feel like it.

"Yeah," he says quietly, looking away and nodding. "I know that. I do. I'm just-I'm sorry, alright?" he looks back over to her, swinging his head as if it were heavy.

She reaches out and pats his knee. "I'm not mad at you Eddie," she says with a frown. "I just don't want you to jeopardize this. Okay? It means too much to me and I need to know I can trust you." her hand stays on his thigh, he finds the touch comforting.

"You can." he nods, his apologetic voice soft in its delivery. "I'll do better next time." he leans forward slightly, and she sees in his eyes that he means it.

"Alright," she says with a friendly inflection. "But now we've got to go back again and try to get the last half of this footage. We'll have to see the same thing happen and you won't try to interfere next time, right?" her voice is back to its usual warmth, her hand squeezing his leg slightly.

"I won't. I swear." he feels the fear of losing this opportunity, the fear of losing her, this new woman that he'd ushered into his life at that moment. He bites his lip, brow heavy, and a solemn nod.

She returns the gesture, a quick pat to his knee again before her hands move back to the laptop to start dissecting the footage. She was only half paying attention. He really was sorry, she hoped he'd keep his word. She believed he would. She wasn't particularly pleased with her own feelings at his reaction though, she saw how pitiful he could be and instead of finding it to be a major turn off, his vulnerability was somehow very endearing to her. Maybe he was feeling fragile still, she didn't know the entirety of his personal life, just the glimpses he'd allowed her at his local bar, his apartment, the buzzed, late night conversations that got a little deep suddenly with the lack of sleep and physical closeness added to the concoction.

She didn't want him to let her down, she knew that for sure, and not just for business reasons. As she chews the inside of her cheek, messing with the brightness on the footage to see what she could improve, she realizes she'd really miss Eddie if she had to stop working with him. This project wouldn't last forever, they were in the final acts of it now and she feels an odd twisting in her stomach at the thought of not getting to be around him like she was now. She mouses over the same tract of audio again, hearing their whispers to each other over the background sound of the thumps and bangs of fighting. A thought and a problem for another day, she thinks, compartmentalizing the personal from the professional again. --------

Candace and Steph sat in her apartment. Candace had just been a guest on her friend's podcast, they were finished up and now Steph sat on the couch, one headphone in and messing with the recording software. Candace's phone rings, she sips from her long-stemmed glass and reads a text from Eddie.

"That who I think it is?" Steph grins, looking over with raised brows over her own glass as Candace.

"Yeah, he's gonna bring up my USB. Says he's got something to go over with me."

"I bet he does." she snorts.

"I've got two friends meeting for the first time happening here so if you could behave and not scare him off I'd appreciate it. We're close to wrapping this thing up." Steph opens her mouth and Candace points a finger in her face. "You make a condom joke I'm gonna throw this Moscato at you." she threatens with a smile.

"You're no fun." she shakes her head and laughs, eyes moving back to her screen. "I was gonna say I didn't know you were into voyeurism...wrappin' it up with me here. Maybe I should have you talk about that next time."

"Not that I'm not open-minded, but that never really did anything for me."

"You aren't really a, sit on the sidelines kind of person."

"Thank you." she smiles smugly. "I would be inclined to agree."

"I think your cold calculation mixed with your warm honesty will work well with my listeners," she says with a nod. "I mean, everyone fantasizes about a woman in a position of power don't they?" she smirks.

"I'll keep talking about the dichotomy of in the street versus in the bedroom if it'll help." she shrugs.

Steph had a podcast about sexuality, same subject of her blog that accompanied it. She'd started it after getting on at a sex shop years ago. It started as little blurbs about customers habits, finding people were fascinated with others interests and purchases so she decided to branch out. So it couldn't really be helped if she had sex on the brain constantly.

"What I like about you is you don't do the strong woman in the streets and the baby girl in the sheets." she grins, fingers tapping away at her laptop.

Candace shrugs, "I'm sure it's some deep seeded need for control and fear of losing it in a world of traditionally male power structures but being a bottom has just never really been my thing." she chuckles, sinking into the couch. "But you know me, I'm always down to try something new." she shrugs, taking another drink.

"And that's why I love you." she smiles, clinking their glasses together. There's a knock on the door. "Speaking of bottoms." Steph mutters in her wine glass and Candace feels just buzzed enough to snort and give an eyebrow wiggle in response. Steph is sure to watch every move the two make while they interact with each other. She's been onto Candace's coy little smiles and mentioning Eddie one too many times in their conversations as of late for her to not think something was going on between them.

"Hey Eddie." she practically coos out, meeting him with a pushed out hip and the wine glass in her hand.

"Hey Candy," he says, eyes bright and meeting hers. Steph smirks to herself at hearing that she's letting Eddie call her by her nickname. "I got your thing here." he says pulling one hand out the pocket of his denim jacket, handing it to her.

"Thanks for bringing it, you didn't have to." she says, ushering him in and shutting the door, taking the USB to her desk on the other end of the studio apartment.

"Nah, I was driving through." he lies. His eyes meet Stephanie's as she indifferently studied him, having noticed him watching Candy as she walked away from him. "You're...Steph, right?" he asks, pointing a finger at her, a friendly smile on his face.

"That'd be me." she smiles and nods. "Nice to finally meet the infamous Eddie Brock." she smirks.

"Oh." he lets out a huff of a laugh, Candace eyeballing her friend, a look of warning. She was making him nervous and she didn't want her to. "I don't know about all that." he shakes his head.

"Don't mind her. She's territorial over me is all." Candace interjects, patting Eddie's arm as she moves into the kitchen.

"Can't blame me." she shrugs, "Can you Eddie?" her voice is teasing and Eddie's eyes narrow slightly. He wasn't threatened but gives her a knowing smile in return.

"No I cannot." he says with a more certain nod, his eyes moving back to Candace.

Steph gives him a nod of solidarity. Okay, maybe not so much a total pushover. Eddie was updated in the profile she was building of him in her head. His retort had earned him a few points in her eyes.

"What was it you wanted to go over with me?" Candace interrupts the power struggle.

Eddie's mouth hangs open for a moment, gathering his thoughts as he pulls a small notebook out of his pocket. He motions his hand to Steph who had gone back to looking at her screen.

"Oh, you can talk about anything around her, it's fine." she says in an informative but obvious tone.

"I was tracking the locations again last night and I noticed somethin'." he says, standing next to her, bodies turned in towards the other, the notebook between them as Candy leaned in to follow his ringed finger as it tapped the page.

Steph stealthily watches from her seat. Look at that body language, she thought. Both touching and seeming totally comfortable with it, they were farther along than she'd given them credit for.

"I looked at the arrest dates and ran that with the patrols we observed, the nights they hassled versus the nights they actually booked anyone and it seems these two shifts, are the ones that have the most activity. Three officers rotating on them so far, they might be the ones doing this, I don't think it's all them in the area, just isolated incidents. So that means we've got tomorrow and Sunday night for potential action."

Candace and Steph both look at him with impressed looks on their faces. The boy was smart, they had to give that to him. A man with observation skills that keen, she thought they were only a myth.

"Look at you, Brock!" Candace says with a big grin, her hip knocking into his side. "That'll save us a ton of time." she says with an enthusiastic nod, taking a sip of wine.

"I thought, y'know, it'd help since I kinda went and fucked up the footage last time." he says quietly, lips pursed, eyes meeting hers that were still saying he was sorry.

"I think this cancels it out as far as I'm concerned," she says in a warm tone that makes him sigh in relief. "You want to try for tomorrow?" she asks, her voice inflected upwards with curiosity.

"If that's good for you, it's good for me." he shrugs with high brows that give over the reigns to her once again.

"Then it's a date." Steph snorts from the couch.

Candy frowns, one eyebrow quirked up at her friend who is looking rather smug and not making eye contact as she types away. Eddie stays straight-faced, only his eyes moving over to Steph. As he lets out a small laugh Candy's face shifts back to its normal pleasant expression as they meet eyes again. "You wanna pick me up at the usual time?" she asks, rolling her eyes at the antics of her friend.

"Yeah, sure. You wanna grab something on the way? That way I don't have to hear you complain about bodega hot dogs all night?"

Steph laughs from her seat. Candance fakes a look of offense taken. "They're awful, I make no apologies."

"Wasn't askin' for one." he says with an attractive smile, his shoulders hunching in defense, taking a few steps back towards the door.

She pauses, eyes looking at his face, quickly taking in the broad expanse of him so close before returning to his face. "That's a good idea. Gonna be a long night." she says, following him.

"Might get dangerous." he says, with a wrinkle of his nose and a tilt of his head as he stands in the doorway as she holds open the door.

"I know, but that's what I've got you for," she says softly with a smile, putting her hand on his bicep, pretending not to get distracted by how solid he felt. She gives his arm a pat and he gives her that quirky little half smile in return. "If we're together we'll be fine." she says reassuringly.

"You're probably right." he nods, looking at the ground, then only his eyes looking up to meet hers, shooting her a glance that takes her off guard with how good he looked as he took a moment to look her over. "I'll see ya at 8, Candy." he says in a soft voice, a little almost cocky nod to accompany it.

"See ya, Eddie. Be careful." she says after him, holding a hand up to acknowledge the order. She turns, back against the door to see Steph staring at her.

"My fucking god, are you KIDDING me?" she says with wide eyes loudly.

Candace shuffles towards her, shushing her before plopping on the couch next to her.

"He is somehow SO much hotter in person. Jesus Christ." Steph says exasperatedly, fanning her face. Candace let's out a sigh, taking a big drink of wine. "He wore the hell out of that denim jacket." she adds with a nod, looking to the door.

"He wears the hell out of everything." she quietly admits. "I squeezed his bicep. That was a mistake. He's...ugh..." she rests her head on the couch back.

"Bitch. Seriously." she says shoving her friend's arm.

"I KNOW," she says as if she's angry. "But we're working together, dude, I can't sleep with him." she whines, taking another big drink.

"Yes, drink more, wine makes you horny, I want some honest answers." she laughs, tilting the glass into Candace's mouth as she sputters and laughs. "He's too fine, Candy. And he was nice. When's the last time you met a hot, nice guy?"

"Never." she states with a deadpan delivery.

"When this job's over if you don't sleep with him I'm fucking going to!" she says with a grin.

"Couldn't blame you." she shakes her head.

"So are you going to? I mean, you clearly like each other, not in the playground like-like sense but genuinely as people."

"Which somehow means more, doesn't it?"

"Exactly. You don't have to go bringing feelings into it. You're both adults, both professionals. If this is a world where two smart hot people can't bang one out just 'cause then I don't wanna live in it!" she says loudly, taking a big drink of wine.

"I'll drink to that." Candace laughs and she and Steph clink glasses, realizing she'd have to make an actual decision soon, which prompts her to down the rest of the contents of the glass in one go.

Pt. 4 (NSFW)

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patricianandclerk · 6 years ago

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To Be Wooed

Rated T. 1k. Cute. Otto Chriek/Ponder Stibbons. Will not explain, will not back down. They’re adorable, I have decided.

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Ponder Stibbons sat down at the bar, his elbows pressed against the sticky surface of the bar’s surface, his mouth set into a very hard line. He was very tired, and in a very poor mood, and he was looking glumly into the bottom of his beer tankard, which was woefully close to being empty. He did not want to buy another drink – he did not especially want to be drunk. But, once he finished it, he would feel a vague push to leave and go elsewhere, and he didn’t want to back to the university yet, either.

Drinking something non-alcoholic, and drinking that, would be met with horror and perplexity, and that wasn’t an option, either. He just wanted to be away from the University for a while, where none of the other wizards could find him.

He had already hiked his leg over the top of the University’s gate, having climbed all the way up it, before he had remembered he was a staff member, and could, in fact, just open the gate himself.

He was here for now, at least, in a little pub off Sator Square, with no other wizards in sight. There was a party going on – some of the journalists from the Ankh-Morpork Times, for someone’s birthday – and in general, the room was full to the brim with cheer.

Ponder didn’t especially feel like being cheerful.

His eyes were aching with fatigue, and his voice felt hoarse from never shouting, and always being talked over. His head was aching, but he’d gone to bed early twice today before the sun had even set, and been dragged out of bed with such stupid questions he’d actually lost his temper.

That had been ignored, too.

It was alright, with the Archchancellor – he could be very frustrating, but Ponder always got the impression that he really was paying more attention than he seemed, and he did care. The Dean, the Senior Wrangler, and the Lecturer in Recent Runes all cared, but when the Archchancellor was in the Ramtops for three days, visiting his mother, they mostly cared about trying to show one another who was top dog, and part of the way they did this was by shouting at Ponder.

“You seem down. A shame, for a young vizard to be down,” said a voice to his left, and Ponder looked at the person in question. He was pale, with glossy black hair and a slightly odd face. It was the sort of face that had ambitions of being handsome, but seemed to have gained other priorities along the way: the chin was just a little too pointy, the eyes a little too bright and red in colour, the skin the sort of chalky pale that made one look twice. “Vhat say you I buy you a drink and inspire some cheer, hm?”

Ponder still gulped.

Ambitions of handsome was still far and away beyond the considerations of most of the wizards at UU, although Victor Tugelbend had been an exception, when he’d been a student there.

“Are you from Überwald?” Ponder squeaked out, aware that he felt rather hot and sweaty all of a sudden, and doing his best not to fidget in his robes.

“Yes,” the man said, and he smiled.

Ponder stared at his teeth. They were rather pointy, he thought. Pointier than one might expect. His gaze flitted down to the man’s – the vampire’s – vest, which had a great many pockets, and reminded Ponder of the Archchancellor’s hat, in that they seemed to contain a little of almost everything, except for his dark sunglasses, which were hung from the vest’s neck. There was a black ribbon pinned to the lapel.

“Oh,” Ponder said. “You— Do you work… for the Times?”

“Yes,” the vampire said, sliding gracefully into the seat beside Ponder, and Ponder looked at him with his lips parted as he leaned his pointy chin upon a not-pointy and distinctly-soft (albeit chemical-stained) hand. “I am their Chief Iconographer: Otto von Chriek.”

He put out his other hand to shake, and Ponder took it, feeling the cool dryness of his palm, and knowing that his own palm was especially warm, and especially clammy, all of a sudden. “And you,” said Otto, his hand moving swiftly to turn Ponder’s over, palm up, his fingers playing over the back of Ponder’s own, “you are Ponder Stibbons, yes?”

“How do you know that?” Ponder asked, hypnotised at the way Otto’s thumb traced some of the lines on Ponder’s palm.

“Ah, vell,” Otto said, “I said to Sacharissa – you have met Sacharissa Cripslock, I think, yes? – who is that pretty vizard at the bar, with the round cheeks, the button nose? And she told me. And I said, ah, good. I vill buy him a drink.” Otto’s thumb tapped against Ponder’s fingertips, one by one. He painted his nails, and his thumbnail was a glossy blue-black, like the night sky before the stars came out.

“I don’t want another drink,” Ponder said.

“Oh,” Otto said, his gaze flitting away.

“It isn’t because you’re a vampire,” Ponder blurted out, chasing after Otto’s hand when it pulled away from his own. Otto peered down at their clumsily tangled fingers with curiosity.

“Oh?” he asked.

“I just… I didn’t want to drink too much,” Ponder said.

“Oh,” Otto said, with a lopsided, toothy grin that made Ponder’s knees knock together. “Vell… vhy don’t we both get a ginger beer?”

“Oh, they don’t like it when you buy non-alcoholic drinks,” Ponder said anxiously.

“And vhat will they do, hm? Kick us out?” Otto asked, and he leaned in, bringing Ponder’s hand, which was somewhat plumper than Otto’s own, up toward his mouth. “If they do that, Mr Stibbons, ve shall simply have to walk together under the stars!”

“You can’t see the stars through the smog,” Ponder said.

“I vill have to look at you then,” Otto said, and winked.

Ponder giggled. It was a very undignified sound, and he felt like wriggling in his chair. He hadn’t felt like this since a few years ago, when Victor Tugelbend had idly complimented his profile, and not thought anything of it. It hadn’t been nearly so targeted as this. “You’re very— You really don’t have to be so… I’m not used to— Not that I don’t like it, it’s very, it’s very, but you don’t have to be so… charming.”

“Ah, but if I am not usink my charms on you, Mr Stibbons, they shall go to vaste!”

Otto kissed his knuckles. His lips were cold.

“Wizards aren’t meant to— To—”

“Be vooed by handsome vampires?”

“That rather covers it,” Ponder said.

“Ah, vell,” Otto said. “Are vizards meant to climb over the University gate?”

Ponder blinked.

“Ve saw you,” Otto murmured, and produced an iconograph from his pocket. Ponder looked at it. He saw the image of himself, taken from the square itself, awkwardly straddling the very top of the gate, his hat askew on his head, looking very defeated indeed, illuminated by the lights either side of the gate. “I took a picture. You’re very photogenic, hm?”

Ponder blushed.

“Keep it,” Otto said.

“No, no,” Ponder said. “You have a— You have a funny photo column, in your paper, don’t you? You could put it in there. I don’t mind. I’m not a student – I can’t get into trouble, er, for climbing out that way. It’s just unorthodox.”

“You strike me as unorthodox,” Otto said.

“No,” Ponder said. “No, no, not really, not esp— Perhaps a little.” Otto laughed, squeezing his hand.

“Let me buy you a drink,” Otto said. “Come sit with me and my friends, hm?”

“Your accent is very inconsistent,” Ponder said.

“Ah, vell,” Otto said, shrugging his shoulders and batting his eyelashes. “I make up for it in other areas, hm? In other areas, I am very consistent indeed.” He kept his gaze on Ponder’s. The gaze in question was quite smouldering, and Ponder was nodding before he even realized it, trying to ignore the dryness of his mouth: Otto beamed, and summoned the barman to order them two ginger beers.

He led Ponder, by the hand, to sit with the reporters of the Ankh-Morpork Times.

(Later, he led him elsewhere, and Ponder went gladly.)

#as defined by dictionary #ponder stibbons #otto chriek #otto von chriek #discworld #fanfic

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wingedfabray · 6 years ago

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Standing Stones || Dani & Quinn

Tagging: Dani Harper & Quinn Fabray When: May 10th, 2018 Where: Yanaka Cemetery What: Dani accompanies Quinn on a trip to the cemetery. Warnings: Mentions of death.

Quinn adjusted the material of her skirt around her waist, brushing out any stray wrinkles. The hotel was beautiful and perfect, but she was far more excited for the cemetery. From a brief search on Google, she knew it would be different than the cemeteries she'd traversed back home. There was something inherently magical about cemetery grounds, even in a high boundary ranked area. Deciding she looked presentable enough, she made her way down to the lobby, ready to catch the next shuttle.

Dani wasn´t exactly thrilled having Sugar as her roommate. Surely, the other girl didn´t know who she really was, and she was intending on keeping it that way, but considering what she had done, even though she had done to survive, she felt a little guilty. She couldn´t really go anywhere without a sponsor, or well...any witch in that case, she spent most of her time in the lobby, which was how she caught sight of Quinn passing through. For a moment she considered just letting her go, but they hadn´t talked, especially not during the trial, and Dani would have thought it to be rude to not at least say hey. So she got up from her seat and approached the Blonde, a smile on her face. "Hey, Quinn."

Quinn spotted Dani just before the greeting. It was hard not to look at her and think of the last time they'd been in the same place at the same time. It was smoke and fog, and voices the still seemed to echo somewhere deep and lodged in her chest. It was an aching reminder of a failure she couldn't quite get over, still too fresh, and she only offered a smile and looked away. But unfortunately the shuttle hadn't arrived, and standing awkwardly in the lobby with someone familiar wasn't an option. "Hello, Dani." She said as she looked back, "Are you...waiting for someone, or waiting to go somewhere?"

Dani she honestly hadn´t even expected to have a conversation with Quinn. For a moment she felt like she was being transported back to the aviary. Back to the fog. Back to sharing things with Quinn, a girl she barely knew and yet...Quinn was probably the witch who knew most about Dani. Which was something she hadn´t thought about before. "Oh...I´m just...hanging out. Can´t really go anywhere." She shrugged her shoulders. "How about you? You look like you´re going somewhere."

Quinn had forgotten, honestly, that not everyone could attend every attraction, not without an escort. It was a dizzy feeling, a stark reminder of how much had changed since she'd first arrived at NYADA. The arrival of Kitty and Sugar was only driving that feeling home. She pursed her lips, and answered "I'm heading for the Yanaka Cemetery." She bit off her explanations why. For all Dani had shared, Quinn had remained tight-lipped about her own interests, beyond her knowledge of the Nephilim.

Dani nodded at Quinn´s words. She had seen the Cemetery on pictures after doing some research. It looked absolutely beautiful and she had wanted to go, but most people weren´t exactly interested in heading to a cemetery, though Dani figured it would be a very peaceful place. She´d been meaning to go and visit Ellie´s grave, to see if she could get closure, but without a sponsor that hadn´t been possible. She didn´t even know if it would work, with not knowing who her parents were and whether or not they were alive or dead there wasn´t really a grave she could go to to grieve. "Do you mind if I tag along?" She finally found herself asking. "I promise not to talk a lot." she then added. "I just heard it was beautiful and I haven´t found anyone to go with me yet."

Quinn looked from Dani to the shuttle that was just beginning to load, and back again. She pursed her lips, her back straight. It wasn’t really going together, per se, but the recent additions to their small group had her on edge. Tabloids and small indiscretions were made all the more detrimental under the watchful eyes of the Mottas and Wildes. And yet Dani seemed entirely unassuming, and there was little point in an exchange trip if she was going to spend it in the hotel. “Fine.” She finally allowed, as she spun to get on the shuttle.

Dani could see Quinn’s mind at work and for a moment she thought the other girl was going to say no. Surely, Dani was good at convincing people to what she wanted, but she wasn’t sure how well that would work with one Quinn Fabray. Luckily, however, the other girl seemed to decide in Dani’s benefit and so her lips turned upwards into a smile. „Awesome,“ she smiled, happy that she had taken her bag with her already. Dani boarded the shuttle and sat down next to Quinn, settling in. The ride to the cemetery was mostly spent in silence but when they got out of the shuttle Dani couldn’t quite hold herself back. „Wow,“ she managed as she caught sight of the cemetery. „So...why did you wanted to see it? Any particular reason?“

Quinn walked in awe down the road lined with cherry blossoms. Hues of pink danced in a breeze, tiny falling petals shifting like colorful rain until they came to rest on the pavement. It wasn't a familiar cemetery, staggered stones in place of angelic statues, the shift in faith obvious. But there was still a silent, humming power about it. It was a subtle flow of energy that she could feel in her fingertips. She almost missed Dani's question, "I've always been drawn to cemeteries, along with churches. They're...holy places, each in their own way." Short of describing magic (which would fail anyway) that was all she could offer. "And you?"

Dani could feel the magic. It wasn´t her own, but there was something about this place, buzzing under the surface, that made her feel...strangely at home. She briefly wondered if she had ever felt this way before, if she had been close to magic, apart from her own, without knowing it. She fell into step with Quinn as they walked and Dani made a mental note to draw this place later. Maybe even now if they found a place to sit for a while, it was beautiful. "I..." She trailed off for a moment. "I´ve been meaning to visit someone´s grave, but I couldn´t because Sam gave up his place as my sponsor and I wasn´t assigned a new one yet." It was as much as she could say without going into too much detail. "So I figured...maybe this would help with some closure." She glanced over at Quinn. "You said your magic was passed down from the angels. Does that means it´s stronger in places like this?"

Quinn 's brow furrowed, as she tried to piece together what Dani had said. There was something about angels, but some words had seemed to come out random. Boundary ranks were tricky, and she tried to fill in the blanks the best that she could. "We're close to the angels, yes." She offered neutrally. The grave stones were staggered, and there wasn't an angel in sight. Beliefs that weren't her own were fascinating, and she'd spent far too much time reading up on the history of Shinto and Buddhism before making the trip across the ocean. It was obvious in the sprawling expanse of tombstone littered lawn, how different it was from a cemetery back home. "It's...better here, but not like it could be, back home." She paused, sparing a glance at Dani. Something warred within her, and she walked in silence for a moment before continuing. "I'm not sure you'll find closure in unfamiliar places. Have you tried the rent-a-sponsor program?"

Dani nodded. She was aware that magic was censored here and while it was a thought that was present in her mind she hadn’t really actively thought about it before asking Quinn about her magic. “I know that,” she then replied, “But it’s better than nothing, besides: it’s beautiful here,” she gestured around, “I did, but this never got back to me,” Dani then added, “they had us take his sponsor test but then never said a word about it again,” With Ellie’s death having been a while ago and her and Marley now being a thing things had gotten better, but closure was something she hadn’t fully found yet. “Hey, want to sit?” She then asked, pointing at one of the benches beneath the cherry blossom trees.

Quinn pursed her lips, but refrained from offering a comment on the Rent-A-Sponsor program. She'd made her thoughts clear the moment the sponsorships had been announced – this is absurd, you'll regret it when lusus are destroying New York City – but she'd found herself re-evaluating many things of late. Even so, her own opinion felt stilted and out of place, and she finally offered a nod. "I do hope they get back to you. And I'm am sorry for your loss, Dani." The moment passed when Dani offered a seat, and while the change was jarring, Quinn let it slide with some relief. The bench was, of course, placed underneath a cherry blossom, littered in fluttering pink. As cemeteries were wont to be, it was relatively quiet, peaceful in a way only the dead could manage. She sat with her legs crossed, hands folded in her lap, half wishing she'd brought a book. "It's beautiful, at any rate. There's something...peaceful about cemeteries."

Dani gave Quinn a smile. "Thank you." She wasn´t the biggest fan of the program herself, even though she had enjoyed going out with Sam, but it was still an absurd idea. She didn´t want to ponder on that now, however, not when they were in such a beautiful place and had the chance to relax and have a look around. Dani cleaned off some of the cherry blossoms so they could sit without getting any stains on their clothes, and then sat down, waiting for Quinn to do the same. "It really is. I don´t understand why some people don´t like them." She paused. "I mean...I can imagine why, but you know what I mean." Dani opened her bag and pulled out her note book and some pencils, slowly beginning to sketch the scene that was laid out before them. She had promised not to talk too much and there wasn´t much need for it, anyways. This was nice, just the two of them sharing a moment of silence in such a beautiful place.

Quinn could think of many reasons why others wouldn't quite enjoy cemeteries, despite their silent beauty. There was a pervading sadness that seemed to drift between the tombstones, something heavy and deeper than the space between stars. Quinn let it settle, let it fade into the sounds of silent passers-by and the scratch of pencil on paper. It was hard not to look over, to watch Dani bring the scenery to life on paper. More often than not she found her gaze tracing lines instead of watching the people around her. It was a long time before she broke the silence, "How long have you been drawing?"

Dani enjoyed the silence as she scribbled away on paper, just letting the scenery come to life again on paper. She didn´t mind Quinn watching, whenever she drew it was like she was slipping away into a different world, a world that was entirely her own. She had spent countless hours in coffee shops and parks after fleeing the orphanage, just drawing the scenery or people passing by, sitting on benches or on the grass. It had calmed her down, given her a sense of security in an otherwise so unstable life. When Quinn broke the silence Dani looked up, turning towards the other woman. "Oh...a while." She then replied. "I used to do it as a child...it was a way of passing time, escaping reality, if you like. Then I started getting into make up and I began to paint faces rather than on paper." Maybe it had been a way of trying to escape as well, just...a way more fleshed out plan. "Then I did it when I...left the orphanage. And then I didn´t for a while. But ever since coming to NYADA I picked it up again." She glanced down at the picture she´d drawn and finished it with a couple of strokes before carefully removing the paper from her notepad and handing it to Quinn. "Here, you can keep it."

Quinn listened without comment, simply watching the lines of the scenery coming to life. Her hands found the offered paper gently, shaking, and suddenly she couldn't see the lines anymore. She couldn't seem to look. This wasn't what she wanted; Dani's words and confessions, her drawings and company. She didn't want anyone's history, because knowing someone's history was like forging a connection, and she couldn't do that anymore. "Thank you." She said at last, but she kept the drawing held out in front of her, "But perhaps you should save it for someone else."

Dani had learned to read people from an early age and so she was quick to notice the shift in the atmosphere between them. She glanced up at Quinn, shaking her head. "No. Keep it." She then told her with an encouraging smile. "I´ve drawn a lot of things and I didn´t keep a whole lot of the drawings. It´s best to be with someone who´s been there," She glanced at the drawing. "Who´s seen this in real life." Dani then got up from the bench. "I´ll take a walk back to the bus station. Maybe we can meet there? I think we should be fine, since you´re not really leaving me out of sight."

Quinn was left holding the paper, watching as Dani walked away. True to her word, she was never out of site. Quinn looked down at the captured seen once more, one finger tracing over the lines. It was a moment before she released a breath, tense shoulders slumping down, her eyes drifting shut. It was just a drawing, it didn't mean anything. It didn't have to be anything more than a piece of paper, and Quinn was determined to make it such. She tucked carefully under her arm so as not to bend it, and finally joined Dani at the bus stop, eyes forward.

#paras #p: standing stones #tw death #shiftindani

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9worldstales · 4 years ago

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INTERESTING POINTS TO PONDER FROM INTERVIEWS 8

Interviews might not remain forever available or not be easy to find so I’ve decided to link them and transcribe the points I find of some interest so as to preserve them should the interview had to end up removed.

It’s not complete transcriptions, just the bits I think can be relevant but I wholeheartedly recommend reading the whole thing.

And of course I also comment all this because God forbid I’ll keep silent… :P

Title: Colm Feore On Set Interview THOR; The King of the Frost Giants Reveals All!

Author: Steve Weintraub

Published: Dec 10, 2010

BEST BITS FROM THE INTERVIEW

ABOUT LAUFEY

I’m just going to jump in and say, “Oh my God” with the makeup. Could you talk a little bit about, did you know what you were getting yourself into and has it been a challenge doing this?

Feore: You know what, I didn’t really until they came to my house and they said, “We have to do an impression of your feet, your hands, your teeth, your head, well pretty much everything. And then could you take a kind of heroic pose? Because we’re going to do some digital photographs and then they’re going to copy this and then they’re going to make something.” And I said, “Well, okay.” And out of sight, out of mind. I didn’t think about it until I showed up, went to Legacy [Effects], and they had pictures of me, the design, this, next to half-naked pictures of Iggy Pop. Now, without telling you too much about myself, half-naked…me and Iggy Pop look a lot alike. I’m not going to tell you which half. But as you can see, I’m not wearing a lot of clothes.

So, I said, “Is this what it’s going to be?” and they said, “Yeah and this is how it works.” This outfit, this costume is remarkable for a lot of reasons, not least of which it’s about 17 different pieces. The only thing that’s real, that’s me, is from here to here. Everything else, and I mean everything, top to bottom, everything is fake. And it’s laid on in four-and-a-half hours by this genius, Ve Neill, of course three-time Oscar winner [for] makeup and Arjen Tuiten from Legacy [visual effects producer: Digital Domain Vancouver] who sculpted and designed all this. And it comes in a variety of these pieces and they just put each one on and glue me into it, paint me blue and stitch me up and then wheel me out. It’s remarkable. And it takes forever. And slightly longer to get off. I’ve been doing a lot of work recently in trying to apologize to people for the blue eyeliner and the blue fingernails and the blue everything. Finally I just gave up. I just said, “Ya know, I’m in here every day shopping. Yes. I am a stripper. I work nights, okay? So if you don’t mind, just cut me some slack. Give me the bread, give me the wine, I’m leaving.”

It’s a little madness. But I kind of enjoy it, because it gives me a good four-and-a-half hours here at three in the morning when no one else is here, it gives me a chance to get into what the character is going to be. I start to assume the physicality and all the stuff that Ken Brannagh and I have talked about in terms of where this character sits and how he’s evolved. And, four-and-a-half hours later, this appears. From inside, it feels different to me than it looks to you, but it actually works as far as I’m concerned. I think it’s pretty scary and the voice…the voice is dropped. It really is. Clint [Eastwood] in outer space. “Get off my lawn,” is going to be my best line. “Don’t eat my dog.” Ya know? It’s going to be fun, because you don’t expect sensitivity, humanity, humor, heartbreak from this kind of guy, but the way Ken directs we managed to get all of that. So it’s been a wonderful synthesis of machinery, artistry and just good-on, old craft.

Are you ‘a’ Frost Giant or are you all of them, multiple?

Feore: “A” Frost Giant? I am the King of Frost Giants. And if you’ve seen any of the Frost Giants, you know that I am, of course, the Napoleon of Frost Giants. We’ve got some massive, fabulous guys who dwarf me and come in at around eight-and-a-half feet, nine feet. But, no. Can’t you tell by the commanding presence? I am the boss. The music will be big. When I show up there’ll be a big storm, there’ll be wind. No, it’s worked out beautifully. It’s very articulated and articulatable. The face moves with me. I have every range of expression. And, I don’t know if you’ve had a chance to talk to Ken at all, but he’s brilliant. He’s brilliant for a lot of reasons. Not least of all because he’s been an actor his whole life. So he knows how to tighten the narrative of what he would do as an actor, so he can get inside and say three helpful words on a very tight schedule, an expensive schedule and just get right to the heart of the point. But he also is looking for most of it, here, right? It’s gotta be in the eyes. And if they don’t work, we’ve got nothing. So it had to be this expressive. [pauses for a scene being shot in the background] See this is way more acting than I’m being paid for. I’m much more subtle. They’re young, you see. Enthusiastic.

ABOUT THE CONFRONTATION BETWEEN ODIN AND LAUFEY

Feore: Also, [Kenneth Branagh] he’s a smart guy. He rehearsed us when it doesn’t cost much money, because there’s nobody else there really looking at the clock. It’s just a bunch of guys in the room saying, “What if we tried this? What if we tried that?” And Marvel has been extraordinary in responding to the things we just came up with. There was a wonderful moment where Tony and I, we have a confrontational scene. Originally, it was scripted, we were miles apart, because it’s a huge, heroic kind of thing. But we were in a little room rehearsing and there was something that Ken liked about the intimacy. And I said, “Well I’ve got some superpowers, (that I don’t want to share with you here yet) but maybe I could use something like that.” And Craig said, “Absolutely, we might have something…” I show up the other day, we just shoot the scene. On the strength of that rehearsal, on that idea that we had, they built a launching thing out of the floor that would match for the sci-fi, go with the green screen so that we could go slam into a tiny intimate scene, about two guys going, “You know, your kid’s a fucking idiot.” “Yeah, I know. But you were an idiot once, too.” “Not that big an idiot. I might have to kill him.” “Oh, please don’t.” “Fuck you.” “Fuck you, too.” And then we go back to the huge big deal. We made this happen, they spent the money where it counted, it cost nothing to have the idea. But God bless you guys, Marvel came behind them and said, “This is a good idea. This really helps our narrative leap forward.” So that’s what we’ve been doing. You don’t mess around with Ken because when the ship sails, the ship sails. You get a couple of chances to be in the movie and, as I said, if I’m no good in this movie it won’t be his fault. He’s tried everything.

ABOUT CHRIS HEMSWORTH

What is Chris Hemsworth bringing to the role of Thor?

Feore: Chris? Oh, he’s playing Thor? (laughter) Well, he’s very loud. And apparently, some people say, he’s very handsome. He’s not a tall blue. No, he’s charming. Beaming smile. And that kind of youthful, heroic idiocy that you expect from an action hero, right? No, he’s extraordinary. One of the chief things about him is that he’s charming. It’s actually hard for me to be really mad at him and growl at him, but I imagine he’s an idiot. And it helps, because we need somebody at the core of this picture to be the leader. We need to believe in him. And guys like me, I depend on him, you see. The more charming and the more agreeable and the more heroic he is, the more I hate him. And it makes sense, you know, “The world will be a better place when I get rid of you.” So, he clearly is doing a very good job. He’s sexy, I guess, after a fashion you’d have to tell me that, I don’t know. For people under a certain age, apparently he’s attractive. Fit. God knows he looks pretty good in the outfit. And he’s funny. That goes a long way. Charm is an intangible. Chutzpah, charm, charisma, that kind of thing, you can’t buy it. You either have it or you don’t. He’s got it in spades. And with his master Ken showing him the ropes and guiding him, it’s all going very, very well.

MY TWO CENTS

It’s interesting how Colm Feore says ‘you don’t expect sensitivity, humanity, humor, heartbreak from this kind of guy, but the way Ken directs we managed to get all of that.’

Laufey has few scenes and plays the role of the very bad guy but I always felt he was meant to be more and his words seem to confirm it.

I love it when he explains the scene between him and Odin... and I’m interested by how he describes Chris Hemsworth and the way he plays Thor.

#thor odinson #odin borson #laufey #colm feore #interview #mcu thor #9 worlds interview study

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izzyovercoffee · 8 years ago

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Is there anything you can tell me about Mando colour symbolism that isn't already on that "armour colour" post? I'm planning out a Sabine POV story where it would be relevant.

Well, yes and no. I went over the “facts” of colors and mandalorian color theory. What I can do now is kind of dig deeper into the actual mando’a words for colors, and maybe extrapolate more on the etymology of each word as they’re relevant to colors. If anything, it’ll give you an idea of how to break down the colors and maybe play with the meanings, or even the construction of the words themselves. Hopefully that helps?

I got a little carried away (again?) so I apologize for the length and time it took to put this together … and also you can take everything I say with a grain of salt as I’m trying to make sense of the etymology of these words. I’m also skipping orange as there’s no word for in the dictionary as of yet, and including violet since it is.

So, let’s go in the order that I went in the original post. Forewarning that black is going to be the longest section as I’ve thought about it maybe way too much.

ne’tra — black

Ne’ is traditionally one of the negative prefixes of mando’a. It’s meant to indicate the opposite of what it’s attached to, or the not-thing. Tra means space, void … but it also translates to starfield, or field of stars.

So. Black. Justice. Not the void of space, or, alternatively, Without stars, a starless night.

However way you want to interpret that is up to you, but to me? From what I understand of mandalorian history? They were once a truly nomadic people, who voyaged across the stars. They were, arguably, wayfinders. More than just warriors, or conquerors, or however most would like to put it.

I originally wasn’t going to do this, but because you mentioned (elsewhere) that you’re focusing on dusk, I want to take a moment to extrapolate on this thought. The reason I say this is because of how they view stars.

Mandalorians are generally not considered to be religious. But the language they speak is still very deeply steeped in poetic concepts — grasping at the enormous and unthinkable with words as clever and broad as a people can attempt to embody them. Stars is my personal favorite.

Ka’ra — stars, ruling council of fallen leaders. Mandalorians still speak of those who pass as not being dead, but marching far far away. The origin of the word stars is the belief that the Mand’alore ascend to the stars, to watch over the people and to guide them.

The word for breath is kar’am. Hyperdrive is karbakar (star to star). Kar’ta is heart. Kar’taylir is awareness, knowledge, lit. to hold in the heart. Karyai is the main communal living room of a communal home, where a family convenes to spend time together — and often the last bastion against an invasion.

Jate’kara, luck, destiny, literally good stars, a course to steer by.

All of these words stem from stars.

Black, the color, is literally a starless night. But, while the impulse is to go for something negative, I would actually pull away from that. Mandalorians, in general, also view adversity (something difficult, something terrible, something terrifying) as something to challenge and overcome as a way of life. A starless night is not to be feared but to be met.

A starless night may also be indicative, poetically, of a place or a people or an event without justice. And that void, that emptiness, that lack? Must be filled. Whomsoever wears black has taken it upon themselves to fill a void and reinstate justice in whatever manner that may mean.

But also consider: a night without stars evokes a specific sort of image and feeling … which may also be completely different depending on the person in question. Someone who lives in a bright city and experiences light pollution would be used to a night without stars, versus someone living out in the wild (like Krownest) or who is dependent on the stars to travel, would be used to a night full of stars and may find it distressing or strange.

ve’vut — gold

This one is a little less straightforward. Vut, or vutyc, indicates special. Unique, precious. Ve’ (pronounced vay or veh) is unclear as to what it’s meant to indicate, but often when we see ve’ as a prefix, it’s usually from ven (future tense), but in this case it may be from vheh, earth, soil, dirt.

Gold. Vengeance. A precious future, or, precious metal.

Maybe evocative of the sun rising after a long and difficult night. The gold of the sun rising is a promise of a future — or at the very least, the feeling of surviving to tomorrow. This might be too poetic though lmao, and tbh … I really like the simplicity and the directness of precious metal (lit. special dirt, lmao).

The funny thing here is that though I have gold and yellow listed together for meaning (as they are, generally, considered under the same banner of Vengeance), the word for yellow is different.

shi'yayc — yellow

So. I’m not really a fan of this word, to be perfectly honest with you. I’m of the opinion this is less an actual color and more an adjective meant to describe something else. But regardless, here it is.

From shi, just/only, and yayc, which may be from oyayc, meaning alive (or oya! which carries many meanings and generally overwhelmingly positive). Generally though, with the yc added to the end, it’s less a noun and more an adjective, so it might actually be meant to be a descriptor (ie. yellowing of skin or eyes etc).

Yellow. Vengeance. Only just alive, or barely dead.

Maybe comparison to, say, a recently deceased person — but that only really works if one assumed that all dead persons are pale and turn yellow when they die, and that’s a weird assumption to make in the context of mandalorians.

Also consider: yellow is dull compared to the shine of a metallic gold. Less intense in that way. My question is what becomes of a person after they’ve enacted vengeance? What becomes of a life devoid of a perpetual motivating force like that? What happens when gold loses its sheen and fades, dulls?

Am I just taking this too far, to the next level it doesn’t need to go? maybe

EDIT:: w/ points from anon through a later ask, I’d like to also add what they said:

you pondered about the connotations of yellow regarding ‘just/barely alive’ and its comparison to gold. I thought maybe it’s about flames/light - like a bright vivid flame is a bright gold, while the flame, when it’s only small and ->barely alive

I hadn’t even consider that it might have been referencing intensity of light/fire? But the way you put it, that may actually make more sense than the direction I was going in. I was definitely perplexed somewhat, like I was missing something. This sounds like what I was missing.

That could also apply for the heat of a flame, too. Like, referring to the intensity of the light, or the intensity of the heat, or both, depending entirely on context, and related to the below.

Lust for life

So, there’s no word for orange in mando’a at this time.

Consider: Yellow is sometimes indicated to also mean lust for life, depending on who you ask and what source material you’re comparing it to.

It’s entirely possible that mandalorians don’t have a way to differentiate between yellow and orange. Some cultures do display a limitation in language, seeing what we would consider a range (yellow to orange) as all one spectrum under the same banner.

So while Yellow may mean barely alive/barely dead, yellow may also mean nothing but life.

Something to think about.

genet — gray

Gray/Silver. Mourning lost love.

Ge’ for almost, by proximity (literally or metaphorically). Net, we can assume, comes from the word for black, ne’tra. So, in this case, gray is literally almost black, but not quite. Reaching towards it, maybe, but not quite there.

I’ve used overcast before to describe gray, or the feeling of a loss, of grief, and it still applies here. Almost, not quite, as a starless night sky. Duller, paler, than a starfield. That kind of thing—perpetually in comparison to black.

Also consider that it may infer obscuring the target, instead of almost reaching black, it may act like a filter, a translucent overlay to take away or obscure intensity of (in this case from black, or night sky). Mandalorians, who are (or once was) so used to navigating by/the stars, suddenly having to deal with their guidance obscured? There’s loss, there, too.

kebiin — blue

This one’s a little … less straightforward. Ke’ is used as an imperative prefix, usually to indicate that this word/sentence is a command, but keb may also come from kebbur, meaning to try or make an attempt. Biin, or bii, may come from abiik, air (interestingly, kebii’tra indicates sky, so it’s literally blue starfield, blue space).

What is reliable? What is faithful? Following through, or making the attempt again and again—someone consistent, trustworthy. To stretch the meaning, as trustworthy as the air.

Blue. Reliability. Faithful. As consistent, or trustworthy, as the air.

I wonder if that was ever a phrase in use. “As trustworthy as the air” might ring true on a planet where they can breathe without their helmets … but what if they so happen to land on a planet that they cannot?

In hindsight, that sounds like a very mando joke to make. B’)

“Who ever is reliable all the time?” Both a joke and a very serious question.

ge’tal — red

Ge shows up again. Almost. Tal, blood. Almost blood, or nearly / like blood.

From what I understand, the Taung did bleed red, and since they were the original mandalorians, it makes sense for them to make the simplest association for the color.

Red. Honoring a parent.

This is kind of a call back, imo, to the saying “the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb,” as chosen family ties are stronger than that of biological ones, and consider that mandalorians are expected to shed blood for their chosen family if it ever came to it.

But also consider pointing at a rose and, quite literally, calling it like blood.

vorpan — green

Vor, figuratively, is to thank. Literally, it’s to accept. Pan… is a little difficult to discover what it might indicate, or where it may come from, but from the two other words it’s a part of (epan, for guts, entrails, and sapan for electromagnet) we can kind of infer that it’s meant to indicate core, or insides, the interior of a thing.

Metaphorically, vorpan can be understood to be accepting a task to fulfill with one’s whole being. For context, vorpan’oy is the word for vegetation, as in bringing life to green.

Green. Duty. To embody one’s accepted task.

Not really sure why, but let’s go with that.

saviin — violet

This word is actually very close to Sabine’s name — they’re pronounced the same, just with a v instead of b. In some dialects or accent, one might say they are the same. I would argue they are.

So. Violet. Saviin. Sa’ most likely comes from sarad, meaning flower, bloom. Viin is from viinir, for run.

Running flower. Wild violets are considered weeds in some places, and so instead of run as in flee, run may lean more towards running wild, an overgrowth — or a plant that can live, even thrive, anywhere, in spite of adversity and outside forces attempting to eradicate them.

Survival in adversity.

And, maybe unintentionally maybe not, given the above I would argue it’s a perfect name for Sabine under the circumstances.

EDIT:: referring again to points brought up by anon in a later ask:

saviin sounds a lot like Sabine, which seems very very likely to me, considering the long i (or rather e - from an anglophone perspective) and that [v] and [b] are very similar sounds, so maybe Sabine is like a basic transcription or a dialect form of Saviin. Regarding the meaning of the colour/name

My etymology for it would be the following: “viin”/“bine” being a degenerated/shortened form (or even the root?) of kebiin - blue connected with “sa” - as, like, it gives “sa viin” - “like blue”, what is kind of a good description for purple/violet, implying the standard shade in mandalorian perception would be a darker bluish purple ALSO implying that the concept of purple cam up comparably late in the language, similar of the color orange getting it’s name rather late in germanic languages

I was going color by color so I missed the connection in the effort to complete the post, which was an oversight by me sadly.

It might also then directly connect the connotations of blue (reliability) with purple (adaptability, survival in adversity). They who are reliable can be depended on to adapt and survive adversity, or so on, kind of like orange (lust for life) from yellow, as thought about from above (the intensity of the flame).

Definitely some interesting things to think about.

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あなた誰 ? (Yuta x reader)

A/N: this was based on Kimi no Nawa. You don't really have to watch it to understand this. This is also quite lenghty and I appologise for grammatical errors if ever I missed some.

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Sometimes you'd wake up with tears streaming down your face, unable to remember your dream. It was all new to you, were you the only one experiencing this or was it normal for teens your age? You don't know.

The sound of your phone woke you up making you fall off your bed. You groaned and patted the part of your head that collided with the floor. You sat on the floor for a little while, hearing your own voice call out to an unfamiliar name.

"Yuta-kun?" You said, his name felt so unfamiliar on your lips. Who was he? Why was his name popping into your head?

It's been years since you've had the strange dreams. You used to hate it but now you're craving it somehow. A boy always kept appearing in your dreams, you weren't seeing him but instead you are him, in his body, living his life.

Memories about those dreams were nearly forgotten. Just pieces of them such as places and names could still be remembered but the whole dream was just lost. Those dreams began to vanish when you entered your senior year. It was as if the boy in your dream had a life too and he was also busy. You missed those times you woke up with writings all over your body. Phrases like;

'Who are you?'

And

'What happened today?'

'Did you do something weird?'

Were written either on your skin or a notebook that remained open on your desk. When you figured that it couldn't be a dream anymore, you established some rules with the boy. Both of you made sure to leave feedback of what happened during the day on your phone's notes.

But even if you leave notes on each others body, once you erase his name he is almost gone. There was no way to remember his name besides looking your notes. You tried saying his name over and over again but after a few seconds his name was just forgotten.

You placed your contact number on his phone and he did the same to you and for some reason you couldn't contact each other. When you finally decided you wanted to meet him, you skipped school and went to Osaka.

When you arrived at the main station you tried contacting him but no one was picking up. That's when you decided to walk around the city, assuming that if you see each other you'd immediately know.

Osaka was a beautiful city. It was something new to your eyes. Dotonbori was one of the liveliest places you've been to. With the little money you brought, you bought some Takoyaki to satisfy your hunger. It was the best tasting Takoyaki you've eaten.

After your short break you resumed walking. Your feet hurt but you wanted to meet him, wondering what he'll feel about it. Would he be glad or would be think you're annoying? You have to find out.

The day was coming to an end and you haven't found him. Maybe today was not the right day. You thought. You headed to the train station and waited for the next JR train to arrive. The sky looked different in Osaka. It looked duller than back home.

When the train finally arrived, you saw him. You weren't sure but it looked like Yuta. You made your way to his car and went in front of him.

"Yuta-kun? Yuta-kun." You said before he looked at you. He was so handsome, his facial features were so perfect. Kind eyes, pointy nose, and soft lips. He looked unreal, like a manga character. "Do you remember me?".

"Who are you?" His words made you blush in embarrassment and also that he was so close to you.

"Never mind." You said facing the other way.

The doors opened and the people behind you pushed you out. You were quite disappointed that he couldn't remember you but non the less happy with seeing him in person.

"Hey! What's your name?" Yuta shouted, trying to reach out to you beyond the people who exited the train.

"My name is Y/N! Don't forget me!" You shouted back. You removed the blue and white traditional bracelet you were wearing and threw it to him.

Yuta caught it and when he did, he fastened it on his wrist. He examined the bracelet closely. It was made from the finest cloth in all of Japan, something someone from a prestigious family would own.

The following morning Yuta woke up with tears streaming down his face. But he wasn't sad about anything. He didn't even dream about anything.

"Why am I crying?" He said as he wiped the tears off his face.

He couldn't remember anything from his dream not until he felt the bracelet on his wrist. He examined it, trying to recall where he got it from.

"Y/N?" All he could remember was your name. "Who is she? Is this hers?" He asked himself.

As for you, you also woke up in tears too. You pondered if Yuta was also experiencing the same thing. And that moment was the last time you experienced a switch.

It's been years and every time you woke up it always felt like something was missing from you. It felt like some part of your life was taken away so suddenly. You recently moved to Tokyo. All your belongings were being placed inside your new apartment. Boxes of all your important things were being placed in the living room.

After the movers emptied out their truck you payed them their fee and left. You carried the boxes that contained all your bedroom needs to your room while the others were left at the living room.

While unpacking you discovered a notebook which you owned ever since High School. It was like a diary that had many drawings in it but you know the drawings aren't yours, simply because you don't draw well. So, you shrugged and set it aside for you to read after unpacking to avoid getting carried away.

When the sun set it was time to call it a day. Most of your things were unpacked so it's time that you rest. You didn't have anything to cook so you decided to go out to buy some food. You dressed yourself in a simple yellow shirt paired with jeans and your black jacket topping it off.

You bought some Takoyaki and Chicken Karaage for take out and headed home right after. You set the table for yourself and began eating the food you bought. It tasted so good after working your butt off on unpacking. When you finished, you decided to do the dishes tomorrow instead since you were tired.

The bedroom was all set and you gladly let yourself sink into the mattress of your bed. You sighed as you turned to your side. The notebook sat at the beside table, you sat up and held it with both of your hands as you examined it. The blue cover was chipping off slowly from time.

The first thing you saw on front page was a name. Nakamoto Yuta. His name was written in black ink which covered the whole page. When you turned to the next page all you saw was nothing but a date and his name. Confused, you turned to the other pages and saw the same thing. But at the very end it said; Let's meet in Tokyo.

It confused you more because you didn't know who he was. It was as if he'd been part of your life before. Maybe this was a step to what you were looking for. The past years had been weird for you, it always felt like you were looking for a person or place.

You shrugged it off when you felt your eyelids become heavy. You immediately fell asleep once your head touched the soft pillows. You don't dream when you sleep but this time you did. And what a weird dream it was.

You were walking around Tokyo with an umbrella above your head since it was snowing heavily. When you walked on a bridge, you heard the sound of a bell softly ring. You stopped in your tracks to see a man walking away from you. You were somewhat drawing to him but you hesitated and kept walking away.

Then you were suddenly in a subway station. What was odd was that you could smell bread, and scent wasn't a part of dreams. The place looked familiar to you. You boarded the train once it arrived. There were a lot of people at this hour so you had to squeeze yourself in.

It was 3 stops away from your destination and every time the train stopped you accidentally bumped the boy in front of you. He looked awfully familiar and right at that moment you heard a bell ring, just like the one on the bridge.

"Yuta-kun!" You woke up from your sleep, saying his name over and over again. It's been a while and tears were streaming down your face. You wiped it off with the back off your hand.

Today was an unusually windy day. Unpacking was set aside since you were going to your college to register. You dressed yourself in warmer clothes, grabbed your backpack and you were headed out. The university wasn't too far from where you were staying.

Dozens of people were walking around the subway station at this hour. Strangely, you heard a bell ring, just like the one in your dream. You looked to the right and saw him staring at you. Your eyes widened when you realized it was really him. A wall divided you and you were staring at each other through the transparent glass that acted as a design.

Without hesitation, you ran towards the exit of the station. All those years of searching must come to an end. You ran to the gates of the university knowing that it's the mid point of the other side of the station.

You froze when you saw him appear around the corner. He was panting and so were you. You looked down at your feet and started walking towards him. A bell rang once again when you passed one another, it felt painful this time. You were about to turn to the corner when you heard him speak.

"Haven't we met before." He said, you stopped on your tracks, trying to hold back your tears. But you couldn't, you let it go.

"I thought so too." You said as you wiped away your tears to face him.

"Is your name Y/N?" He asked walking a bit closer to you.

"Yes, and you are Yuta." You replied walking towards him too.

Yuta was crying too. He hugged you and that was when you knew you found him, the person you were looking for.

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