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saeyoungs-sunflower · 4 years ago

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Ray’s AE Live Reactions

Right lads, I’m gonna do a daily commentary on Saeran’s AE because damn I gotta vent lol

I think it goes without saying, SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT! Long post ahead. And lot’s of screenshots (did not know there was an image limit on tumblr post lol had to whack the collaging app). A lot happened guys, and I have a lot of feelings.

Day 1!

First, a few initial thoughts

I forgot about the pure anxiety of picking the right chat choices lmao. This is not a game for over thinkers lemme tell ya

Really REALLY appreciated the current lack of 3am chat rooms lol. It went from 12am to 9am and it was GLORIOUS

Saeran is an absolute cherub and I will be watching him like a hawk

Now onto live reactions!

Well at least SEVENSTAR DRINK is thriving. It’s what he would have wanted.

Zen excuse me this is not your AE you cannot be this cute bACK OFF SIR

Big bro Zen has made another appearance. We do not deserve this man. STOP BEING CUTE

Look at this man. Look at this absolute fucking bean sprout look at him I just wanna rip my face off he’s so cute jfc

he also keeps calling everyone by their full name and i can’t handle it. every time he says ‘Jumin Han’ i want punch myself in the face he’s so. damn. precious.

Ummm Yoosung?? That’s my boyfriend thank you very much BACK OFF SIR

cough #Yooran4ever cough ah did you hear something? Nah me neither

SAERAN LMFAOOOOOO HE FUCKING SAID IT. Bean sprout is a savage bean sprout hot damn.

Zen I’m sorry my love but it was going to be said eventually.

what. the. FUCK. ARE YOU SHITTING ME? My jaw dropped like are you having a laugh?? what’s happening when did you turn all creepy and scary I mean look at that CG I hate it bring back the soft mint man I don’t trust this one

#notmyjihyun

For real though I am baffled and afraid pls let this all get sorted out :(( now I'm worried for Saeyoung and V’s safety wtf wtf wtf

I’M GONNA CRY NO NO NO MY BBY THE TEARS ARE COMING I CANNOT COPE NOOOOOO

CHERITZ PLEASEEEE

HE’S HURT OH MY GOD HELP HIM

I actually want to scream

Sir that’s my emotional support hacker i need you not fucking do that

smiley face of death

i’ll tell you what Cheritz, you are incredible

i actually did giggle and yes i hate me for it too

GIVE THE CHERUB HIS BROTHER BACK😭😭

it’s not even been a full day and i’m already emotionally drained send help

and on today’s episode of ‘mc being thirsty for anyone but the person whose route your on’:

cheritz you do make me giggle

JUMIN🥺😭 ffs can you stop making the characters say nice things about me or be super cute to me in every chat/call because i will fall in love with them again and IT’S SAERAN’S TURN OKAY STOP IT

sorry everyone i will be stepping down from my position as Party Organiser to become mr chairman’s personal therapist thank you for your time

literally had one conversation with this guy and now he’s telling me all about his failed love life. you know what i respect it well done mr chairman for being open about your feelings.

Saeyoung, i have been waiting to save you for literal years and now your telling me not look for you? lmao as if

I could actually shed a tear.

I’m so proud of you baby, you tell her boo.

I am SCREAMING. V why you gotta absolutely decimate her like that?

Honestly though this chat was so uncomfortable. Something is just very off with these two (more than usual). Like it’s so eerie how casual and ‘normal’ they’re being i hate it here

IT’S ALRIGHT LADS VANDERWOOD IS HERE

We're counting on you Vandy pls don’t let us down

Okay, some general thoughts about day 1:

This suspense with Saeyoung is genuinely killing me. Like I NEED him to be okay in the end. The panic from his visual novel was so real. I actually can’t think about it too much without getting upset lmao

Seriously concerned about V’s character. I'm praying that they don’t villainise him and he can have a happy ending. Saeran got a happy ending in V’s ae, and it’ll be so upsetting if V doesn’t get the same from Saeran’s.

Rika is straight up pissing me off. I’m sorry to say it, but she is. I don’t know if I’m just moody today bc usually I can either just brush her off or find a way to sympathise for her (not excuse her actions, just make an effort to understand her) but today I just couldn’t do it. It’s not even like...genuine anger she’s just annoying me hahah (pretty sure I’m just hormonal or something, but we’ll see lol)

And if she brings up Saeran’s mother and tries to push the idea that she herself is like a mother to him I will personally twat her round the head.

Oh, or if she talks about Jumin again. I will protect my bois if it’s the last thing I do.

The call from Driver Kim was the only saving grace of the day. What a wholesome man.

Seeing V and Rika be all domestic and ‘normal’ in some chats/on the spaceship thing was...unsettling. It makes me even more concerned for V...

Basically, I am afraid of what’s going to happen next.

#mystic messenger spoilers #mysme spoilers #ray's after ending #ray's ae spoilers #saerans after ending #saerans ae spoilers

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icharchivist · 3 years ago

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hello icha!! i finally got around to finishing the stranger haha,, by which i mean i just watched it today. was veryyyy excited for it as i really like the poster design for this one. anyways. this event starting w/ the sort of portrait format or whatever / that narration is like. god. threw me right back to autumn troupe. I kind of love that the storytelling format itself is so distinct for autumn! the moment I realized it was omi I started getting teary… like oh man oh man… omi…. And the connection with him taking photos! ahh!! now that I think about it… omi kind of seems a bit like early version tsumugi, huh? also I keep forgetting this man is a college student lol. suspension of disbelief I suppose. onto the play i think like. mankai should invest in a fainting courch for tsuzuru. i also went to watch the play and 1) im betting yuki had a hell of a time costume design wise like the vines on the body? such fun costuming wise and 2) the ethical implications of whatever this play has,,, fun fun. tsuzuru was clearly having some kind of thoughts. i love zeros design and am always up for a3 characters crossdressing bc 1) i think its fun and 2) the costume design. i also dearly wish this whole thing was animated bc I feel like it’d be o fun to see taichi act as zero. or at least I hope this event gets full voiced one day... moving on to the scene where omi adds soy sauce to the paella I know it’s just like haha homare funny so lets five him a lil bit but like everyone in autumn troupe making their comments on the paella and like homare just jumping in. homare autumn troupe besties. just thinking. also the way they just r like. no no no omi it’s fine if u made a mistake!! it’s ok! we like it (you) anyways <3 it’s got it’s own special taste. something something omi’s perfectly pleasant as he is now but even if he weren’t on his a-game and was dealing with all of the biker gang stuff they would love him just as hard. another thing that got me was omi telling banri that he’ll give him something sweet so juza will stop grinding his teeth in his sleep… guys… guys you’ll give him cavities…. mb omi is a college student after all lol.

anyways when i saw the actual costumes. appreciative of them, i like the lil circuit-esque detailing on banri’s outfit, and that sakyo and taichi (nine and zero) both share that like collar detail? its very symbolic and probably also literal but its a nice way to sort of signify their relation to each other visually! also sakyo just looks nice. seeing him without glasses is so great. whoever thought up the like two mole detail for him was doing gods work.

something that confused me was ryo mistaking juza for nachi for a split second? like. does juza… look similar to nachi? or was it just that ryo only heard juzas voice and made that mistake. if it’s appearance wise too. kumon nachi confirmed. I’m joking lol bc I feel like I would’ve heard at least something abt it in one of the like small conversation comments, plus that doesnt seem like itd fit summer troupes style and kumon is for sure the wrong age… but still.

i really like how for this event, the roles for taichi and omi were kinda reversed. and taichis just so like. idk. smiley. rly lifts ur spirits. its kind of nice how this event contrasts to that cg where taichi is crying on omi. I also think like. idk. considering the story of the stranger. wolf gives zero a sense of purpose and life and I think that zero helps wolf lose his apathy. it’s about “the stranger” and the ending makes him like… not a stranger, right? because he’s got a companion. in the same way, taichi brings omi out of his emotional isolation. the picture taking! also the stickers coming back… thats such a good setup! the found family of it all!!

when he was trying to work out zeros character as soon as taichi mentioned a sharp speaking style I KNEW it was Yuki… yuki would never be as honest as zero is though lol… to me i imagine she’s got a sort of juza internal monologue feel? anyways. the taichi yuki dynamic intrigues me. havent yet decided how I feel abt it but when I do… yes. sorry that I make literally no sense. I think it’s very obvious that yuki is my fav chara kind of? I’m just. hmmm it makes me think! I’ve been monologuing to myself abt the yuki and juza dynamic lately which, to my a3 knowledge so far, doesn’t exist, but its ok bc I’ll make it exist! uhhh anyways this event was very good i liked the pacing. i think it didnt drag too hard and it really properly honed in on just omi and taichi, which was quite nice. they really did a lot for just an event!

time to listen to the event song,,, ok so. ah. i rly enjoyed just for myself it was very much to my taste so. out of curiousity i was like ok lemme look up the composer / producer AND IT WAS YUYOYUPPE....... that guy is like!!!! one of my FAV producers ever!!!!!! i know him from like. his vocaloid days and god leia is still one of my fav songs to this day...! this knowledge gives me so much joy omg!!! like wow!! wowwww!!! like i knew yuyoyuppe was out there doing other stuff (i know he worked on a lot of babymetal music which is cool) but like idk. to suddenly encounter it like this. heheh.... its so nice! made me soooo happy. going to relisten to leia now haha

WAIT ONE MORE THING. i was like "haha let me look at other songs i remember liking a lot" which. for me was rakuen oasis and don't cry. anyways. rakuen oasis is ALSO by yuyoyuppe???? oh my god!!! oh my god... sigh. feel like im in heaven.

OH HI FRIEND!! so good to see you with an a3 update!! :D

godd yeah The Stranger started so strongly and the idea to still incorporate portraits in his story was really something to make us cry!

And linking Omi and Tsumugi like this is pretty interesting :O <hat is your reasoning exactly? :O

For the fainting couch for Tsuzuru LMAO and i'm letting you know there's a webcomics that addresses it in Act 2 (hough there's no spoilers aside from the fact Chikage is here)

Im glad you liked the costume and the play!!! yeah i love the designs and it is always a blast to see them this into it, and yeaaah Tsuzuru has thoughts huh. It'll get voiced sooner than later hopefully and there we'll see more in details :3c but also that's what made the seiyuu live so fun bc they perform the songs in play cosplay and replay a bit of the play everytime and it's *chief kiss*

HOMARE AUTUMN TROUPE SOLIDARITY YES. LOVING IT.

And yeah the scene itself was so cute TwT they all want to reassure Omi and be there for him it's so sweet :( but yeah i love how you say it all, Omiimi TwT

and dLKFJDFLKJFDFD Giving Juza cavities is the price to pay for sleep i guess??

yeah agreed on the costume they all look so cool! and nice catch on how those three seem linked like that with their costumes, Yuki (and the designers) does such a good job! and god yeah for Sakyo.. yeah. He has sucha good design dLKJFDF

aND DLKFJD yeah no Juza is supposed to look like Nachi physically, but mostly his face? like i think Nachi was had green hair? we see a sprite of him in a future story, and yeah, everything is in the eyebrows. so Kumon should be safe? Omi mentions he sees a lot of Nachi in Juza, and while it is mostly due to their passions i think, the fact they're also rough looking guy with a heart of gold must play a part as well. but yeah, he does look like Nachi a bit.

and i love your deeper analysis of the event yeah!!

I feel like Taichi is really an emotional core of the troupe in the sense that is, he tends to catch on what others are feelings easily. And he uses it in the early chapters to ease off the tensions and stuff, but he was being held back by knowing he was deceiving them. So now that he's more free, he can be more of himself. but yeah i also love the contrast with how Omi was the one to help Taichi through his breakdown and guilt, and now it's the other way around, it's Taichi helping him through it. and the parallelism between the play and their dynamic is spot on imo! well said!!

and god yeah the sticker things made me cry sO HARD, and the pictures! and everything!! sobs it's such a sweet found family i'm going to cry :(

And! i love what you say about Yuki, Taichi and Juza on this one. I love that Taichi keeps bringing it back to "that childhood friend" and it's always like. so obvious who it is for us rip. But it can make you wonder if Yuki was more honest as a kiddo when Taichi knew him, though now he's clearly not. I love the mention of how Zero is more like Juza's internal speech (which, if anything is another argument about why you should let Juza wear a dress, cOWARD)

but also your mention of the Yuki and Juza thing, while i can't think of them having a dynamic per se yet, but i actually wrote a post during my reread about how i was baffled at the fact they treated Muku the same way?? like both of them tried to push Muku away because they were scared of how people would react if they say pure, sweet Muku was associated to them. And i find it fascinating because i guess those two are pretty aware of how the world see them, and it used to stop them from fully allowing them to be themselves.

I also find it relevant with the fact Yuki says in his personal song that while all of this way people judge him weight on him, he rather be himself, and "I want to love myself". Meanwhile we have Juza who's also aware of the way people judge him and it weight on him, and he wants to change himself from this person he hates, this self loathing - and in a way, he can grow in a way to be "someone" he may not hate, even on stage. I feel like those two have quite a bit in common in this way of being rejected by their peers in some sort of way.

I really want them to share some stuff at some point because there's really a groundwork on it all :(

But i'm really glad you liked that event!! agreed on the pacing and i do love what it brings to the characters! it really fleshes them out and have them move forward a little and it's pretty sweet.

AND OMG THAT'S SO COOL FOR THE SONG!! i'm so glad you liked it, but that's incredible it turned out to be from one of your fav producer!!! ahah sometimes life is like that where you end up finding the stuff you loved back into new stuff! and the fact Rakuen Oasis was from him as well... that's so cool!!! just, so so cool!

im pretty sure he has more songs going forward so i hope you'll enjoy the ride even more!!

thank you once again for sharing your thoughts about a3 :3c it always makes me so happy to see them!!!

Thank youu <3 have a good day :3c

#ichareply #ichafantalks a3 #sonnets of beauty #long post for ts

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jbbarnesnnoble · 5 years ago

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You’re Beautiful

Summary: You’ve struggled with PCOS and the resulting hirsutism since puberty. It’s one of your biggest insecurities. After being taunted in the gym, Bucky shows you just how beautiful he thinks you are.

Features: Reader with PCOS and hirusuitism; Pure smut; some bullying toward Reader

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader

Notes: Reader has hair long enough to hide her face behind (so at least shoulder length) and a medical condition. This came about after a discussion in the TCC discord re: PCOS. This one is for all y’all out there with PCOS, especially those who struggle with hirsutism (basically means you grow hair where cisgender women typically don’t)

Word Count: 1546

Your alarm started blaring at 6, a full two hours before you had to report for training. Bucky heard it every morning. You’d take a shower, which confused him. If you were going to get sweaty, why shower beforehand? He knew how long you took in the shower, the wall of your bathroom shared with his. 25 minutes, unless you were washing your hair. It always baffled him how you could take so long in the shower when you only needed to wash up. He didn’t question you on it though. He had a feeling that would end with a punch to the face.

You never wore your hair up. If you did, strands of it framed your face, almost as if you were hiding behind it. He couldn’t understand why you would want to hide. You were beautiful. He could spend hours just looking at you. He cringed at how creepy that thought sounded. You also wore makeup, every day. There was nothing wrong with it, but some days he’d hear you complaining to Natasha about how much of a chore it was. He wondered why you wore it if it was such a bother.

You had your hair pulled back in the gym for once that morning. You were partnered with him, something that wasn’t an unusual occurrence. If he didn’t know any better, he’d stay Steve did it intentionally, knowing that he had feelings for you. You had a way of making him feel normal. Other agents looked at him with fear or apprehension, but not you. It was while you were grabbing water that he heard it.

“You’d think with Stark’s money supporting her she’d get laser,” one of the women said, laughing.

“I bet Barnes works out with her out of pity. No way a man like him would be with her, not with that beard she has,” another said, glancing at you. Your shoulders sagged. He frowned.

“I wouldn’t date her. I’m not into women with facial hair. No thanks. If I wanted that, I’d date a guy,” a third said. Bucky clenched and unclenched his fist, looking away from them and toward you. You took a shaky breath and excused yourself, saying something about cramps. Bucky frowned as you fled the gym. He shook his head at the group of women.

“What is wrong with you?” he snapped.

“What?” the blonde asked.

“Saying that about her. I’d be lucky if she said yes to a date with me. Do you get some sort of twisted enjoyment out of tormenting people?” he asked. Natasha walked over from where she had been training with Wanda. Wanda, who had figured out what was happening rather quickly.

“Ladies, looks like you’re training with Wanda and me today,” Natasha said, ending whatever was about to start. Bucky shot her a look, but the gleam in her eye told him they weren’t going to be happy by the end.

“Oh my gosh. Agent Romanoff, you’re serious?” the shorter of the women asked, excited at the prospect of training with Black Widow.

“Yes. Sergeant Barnes, I think you have a meeting,” Natasha said. Bucky nodded.

“Thank you, Ta--Agent Romanoff,” Bucky said before heading out of the gym and straight for your room. He could hear the music thumping faintly from your room. Stark had paid for thick walls, but they weren’t soundproof. He didn’t have to knock. You’d given him access long ago. You were huddled under your covers, body shaking with sobs. He sat down, pulling you toward him.

“Leave me alone, Barnes,” you said.

“Nope. Not happening, Doll. Do you let me sit and wallow on bad days?” he asked.

“Of course not,” you scoffed.

“Then why would I let you? Those women...they’re jealous,” he said. You snorted.

“Jealous of the sideshow freak? Come see the bearded lady. I would’ve fit right in with a circus,” you said.

“Doll, am I a freak?” he asked. You looked at him.

“Of course not. Jesus, Buck, you’re one of the most attractive men I’ve ever…,” you trailed off, your cheeks heating with embarrassment. He chuckled.

“Even with my metal arm? My scars? My past?” he asked, as he ran a hand through your hair.

“Even then. What does that have to do with me, Buck?” you questioned.

“Because, doll. I don’t care if you can grow a beard. You could go three months without shaving and I’d still think you were the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. And you know why? Because you’re kind. You see people for who they are, not what they look like, not what they’ve done. Don’t get me wrong, you’re physically stunning too, but, that’s not what matters to me,” he said.

“Right. Me. Attractive. The one with PCOS. The one who’s body doesn’t work right. Who can grow a goddamn beard because her hormones are out of whack,” you said. He let out a frustrated growl.

“You have no idea. Your eyes, your adorable nose, your incredible smile, your body. Doll, I’d worship at the altar that is you every day if you’d let me,” he said. You couldn’t help the surge of arousal that shot through you.

“Buck,” you said before he cut you off, capturing your lips with his. You were always self-conscious when it came to kissing. Afraid of the stubble, of five o’clock shadow. But thoughts of that flew out the window as he kissed you. He tugged on the hem of your shirt, pulling away from you only to pull it off along with the sports bra you had worn.

You felt a wave of self-consciousness roll over you, questioning if you’d removed all the unsightly hairs that morning in the shower, before Bucky distracted you by kissed down your neck, finding a sensitive spot that caused you to let out a quiet moan as he sucked. You knew there would be a hickey there by the time he was done. He moved down your chest, finding your breasts. One hand came up to cup your right breast while his mouth kissed around your left. You arched into his touch as his tongue swirled around your nipple. You had never been one for having your breasts teased and played with. No, you had always insisted on getting down to it, lights off. But Bucky refused to let your insecurities win out, wanting to prove what he’d said.

As he made his way down, his hand continued to play with your breast, pinching your nipple now and then before massaging you. As he reached your mound, he brought his hand down, light pushing your legs apart. You obliged. He kissed up one thigh and down the other. He was so close to where you wanted him, where you needed him.

“Bucky please,” you whined.

“Please what doll?” he asked.

“Touch me, please,” you begged. He looked up at you with a smirk, settling more comfortably between your thighs. A finger trailed from your clit down to your opening, collecting wetness as it went. He was slow to press his finger in, and you moaned when he did. It still wasn’t enough. As he teased your opening, his tongue traced up to your clit, swirling around the sensitive nerves but never touching it. He added a second finger, hooking the two as they moved. Your hips bucked up as he made contact with your g-spot. You’d never had a partner do that before, be so attentive.

“Bucky,” you said, chanting his name over and over like a prayer. He pulled you over the edge, not letting up until your walls ceased spasming around his fingers. You watched as he brought them to his mouth, licking your juices from them, before palming his hard cock. You had been so lost in it all, you missed when he had stripped down. You took in his impressive length. While he wasn’t monstrously huge, he was bigger than anyone you’d ever been with, in both length and width.

“I’ll go slow,” he murmured before capturing your lips in another kiss. It had been so long since you’d been with anyone. He moved slow as he pressed into you. You moaned at the stretch. Once he was fully seated inside you, he withdrew, setting a slow steady pace, hitting just the right angle to make you cry out as he moved. You could swear you were going to cum without him even touching your clit, something you hadn’t even thought was possible for you to do.

“Bucky, please, more,” you cried out. He slammed into you harder, picking up the pace, keeping you close. It wasn’t long before he drove you over the edge for a second time, before following behind you. He rolled over, laying you on top of him after pulling out, both of you breathless.

“That was...incredible,” you said. He kissed you once more.

“I meant it. I know this is out of order but...would you go on a date with me?” he asked. You giggled before nodding.

“I’d like that. But just so you know, Sarge. I don’t put out on the first date,” you teased, sending him into another round of laughter. You couldn’t bring yourself to dwell on that morning, not anymore.

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frostbitten-written · 4 years ago

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“Oh, royal library…? Wow… I can imagine that must be extensive… That must have taken you forever to get through… Huh? Wait, you’ve read books from a royal library, yet you would voluntarily read my work?”

"My lengthy lifespan allows me the privilege of working my way through several novels and tomes of various subjects," he nodded. The pretty blush painting her cheeks proved she thought little of herself in relation to such published works. He shook his head in disapproval of her judgment. "Their placement upon those many shelves speaks nothing of their value. That is for the reader to decide. Am I not a man capable of discerning for myself what is worthy of my attention and what is not? Because, little Indie," the edge of his finger hooked underneath her chin to draw her attention back to his warm expression, "I find you very worthy of my sole focus for the foreseeable future."

His hand fell away from underneath her chin to gesture for the bartender to assist them once again. "I assure you that no harm will come to you in my care should you overindulge."

A brief conversation with the young man who approached with a raised brow, and moments later two whiskeys sat before them. A small selection of large bills pressed into the hand of the bartender with an appreciative dip of his chin ended the swift transaction. "To cover both my tab and the lady's. Thank you."

The bewitching little mortal shifted in her seat, bringing her closer to match his assertive stance, although he still towered above her and would continue to do so should she rise to her full height. The size difference compelled him to protect her, this delicate Midgardian whose trust baffled him to no end. Perhaps it was her intoxicated state that made her so comfortable expressing herself. Whatever it was, he enjoyed it immensely.

“Wait, no, that’s not right. Why would I need rescuing from you? You’ve been fine company thus far.” She playfully poked his chest as she admonished him and made eye contact.

In an instant his hand wrapped around her wrist, stilling her hand, swift and secure but gentle so as not to harm her in any capacity. The halting gesture turned into something almost reverent, calloused fingertips gliding over her smooth skin until he cradled her small hand delicately. Slowly he bent over to brush a kiss against her knuckles, an incredibly forward action with his piercing gaze trained on every minute change of her facial expression. "Haven't you heard that I am not to be trusted? God of Mischief, Silvertongue, Liesmith, all signs point to my nefarious motivations for continuing our conversation." He released her from his hold with a fleeting caress of his thumb over the inside of her wrist, straightening to his full height lazily.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, mister. You’re lovely company.” She offered a warm smile, hoping he’d do the same. She’d love to see him with a full grin. With the small smile he’s hiding, she could only imagine how spectacular he’d look teeth and all.

"Of course I am," he winked, "but those who share your sentiment are few and far between. The same compliment can be truthfully applied to yourself, as my evening is all the better for your presence at my side." Almost involuntarily his smile grew in response to her earnestness. A dart of his tongue wet his lips before he covered his mouth with his glass, taking another sip of the liquid fire scorching a path to the twisting thrill of her company making a home for itself in his stomach.

“I’ll admit, I’m not here alone or of my own volition… My friends dragged me out because they wanted me to get drunk and have fun. I’m not normally a club girl, but tonight it paid off.” She cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow playfully as she looked at him. “And just to be clear, I’m talking about you. You made tonight worth it.” She watched his facial expression, hoping she wasn’t overstepping any boundaries in her friendly endeavours.

A shout of revelry echoed about the bar, clearly originating from his oaf of a brother surrounded by the other Avengers. At least the display did not precede the destruction of property.

"Your friends are nowhere to be seen," he mused thoughtfully, searching the crowd for anyone who might be unusually interested in their conversation. Finding no one to come whisk his companion away, his grin turned mischievous when directed back to Indie. "You are very clear, I assure you." At least he allowed his eyes to dip down to her chest, taking notice of the cleavage presented to him from her position without any attempt at hiding his interest. "And I hope I am as well."

Another barrage of questions spilled from her mouth and he chuckled, taking another drink of his whiskey to compose his thoughts. One finger straightened from the nearly empty glass to gesture at Thor, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, and Sam Wilson drinking and chatting away with a group of admirers. "Our situations are similar. Thor believed it in my best interest to spend time with the others, to improve team morale or my public persona, but my time was admittedly feeling wasted until fate should bring us together.

"And now that I have interrupted the course of your evening and plied you with liquor a bit beyond your level of tolerance, my plans have shifted from suffering their foolish behavior for the far more pleasant and important task of ensuring your safety. I intend to escort you home, if that is agreeable to you." Sincere concern softened the edges of his cool mask. "It would put me at ease to know that you are safe."

-Loki

(Sorry I took so long to reply! Life happened. So, I may have gotten just as carried away as you; I hope it is satisfactory because I also had a blast replying to you!)

Indie blushed like mad when the edge of Loki’s finger brushed against her skin. His gesture was intimate; it made her breath hitch and her heart still for a moment. He was smooth and she was starting to notice.

“...Because, little Indie," the edge of his finger hooked underneath her chin to draw her attention back to his warm expression, "I find you very worthy of my sole focus for the foreseeable future."

If that line wasn’t a panty-dropper, then she didn’t know what was. She bit back a smile and chose not to comment, accepting his compliment.

"I assure you that no harm will come to you in my care should you overindulge."

“Oh, whiskey,” she purred, tipsy and very pleased. “You’re a fast learner, aren’t you, Lokes?” She mindlessly gave him a nickname before sipping her drink. She had the tendency to give people nicknames, especially when she was drunk. This was only the beginning.

Initially, the way he grabbed her wrist frightened her, and in her inebriated state, her reaction time was slow and useless, but he yet again proved to have pure intentions. The last thing Indie expected from a near-stranger (what the heck, she knew his name) in a bar, was being kissed so tenderly to the knuckles, prince-charming style. How gallant, how romantic and how intimate he was. He was making her feels things she had no business feeling. He was an attractive guy and how she held his attention for so long was beyond her, but she’d enjoy every moment while it lasted.

"Haven't you heard that I am not to be trusted? God of Mischief, Silvertongue, Liesmith, all signs point to my nefarious motivations for continuing our conversation." He released her from his hold with a fleeting caress of his thumb over the inside of her wrist, straightening to his full height lazily.

She whined quietly to herself. Why did she always fall for the bad boys and why were they always so damn attractive and tempting? Besides that, why did he keep saying he was not to be trusted when he’s done nothing but be honest all night? She decided to humour him and play along with his self-deprecating shtick. “Well, I have nothing to lose, Mr Nefarious.” She spat the name sarcastically, hating the stereotypes he was branded with. If she had the permission she would have bapped him on the head plenty of times for speaking ill of himself. She wasn’t drunk enough to do it, but she was getting there.

When he mentioned the Avengers, she was a bit too far gone to filter her words. “Oh right! You’re friends with the Avengers! Hey Loki, next time you see Thor,” she paused, feeling the nerves bubble in her stomach, “can you please tell him to take it easy with the lightning and the thunder?” She shivered and pressed her lips into a frown. “I hate thunderstorms. They’re scary,” she muttered to herself, sounding childlike in her request and complaint.

"And now that I have interrupted the course of your evening and plied you with liquor a bit beyond your level of tolerance, my plans have shifted from suffering their foolish behaviour for the far more pleasant and important task of ensuring your safety. I intend to escort you home if that is agreeable to you." Sincere concern softened the edges of his cool mask. "It would put me at ease to know that you are safe."

She pouted and resisted his efforts to make her go home. “Nooooo,” she whined as she propped her elbow up on the bar counter, her head lazily supported by her hand. “Not yettt,” she complained. “You can be my gallant, tall, dark and handsome hero later, I promise. For now, let’s have fun!” She exclaimed, shooting her arms up in the air and throwing her head back. She giggled before taking her glass in hand and sipping her whiskey. Her eye widened mid-sip when a new song started playing in the club. She managed to down the remainder of her drink in one impressive gulp and jumped off her stool.

“Ah! I love this song! It’s my jam!” She exclaimed and grabbed Loki’s hand, tugging him off his stool too. “Come and dance with meeeeee! Just one song, please? I promise you can play bodyguard and take me home afterwards!” She pulled him onto the dance floor, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks, in her body, in her head and in her soul. She felt loose and free.

Come here, girl. (Go 'head be gone with it)

Come to the back. (Go 'head be gone with it)

VIP. (Go 'head be gone with it)

Drinks on me. (Go 'head be gone with it)

Indie danced like no one was watching. Her heart raced as she danced with her handsome stranger; she’s always wanted to do this: catch the attention of a hot guy, drink with him, get to know him, and dance with him. Loki was like her fucking jackpot and she was revelling in every second of it.

Let me see what you're twerkin' with; (Go 'head be gone with it)

Look at those hips. (Go 'head be gone with it)

You make me smile. (Go 'head be gone with it)

Go 'head child. (Go 'head be gone with it)

She looked up at Loki, mouthing the words, not at all internalising the meaning of the song. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her waist, swaying to the music without a care in the world. She lazily slung her arms around his shoulders, bringing her body close to him. Dancing with him was such a thrill.

And, get your sexy on. (Go 'head be gone with it)

Get your sexy on. (Go 'head, be gone with it)...

- Indie

#loki rp #anon rp #rp #loki #Lokes RP #this was so much fun to write out!#and she's got so many more nicknames up her sleeve you just watch #not my gif

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taww · 4 years ago

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First Take Review: Audiovector SR 6 Avantgarde Arreté Speakers

As previously chronicled, a move to a new residence last year challenged my undying devotion to 2-way monitor speakers. Though I had two great ones at my disposal - the Silverline SR17 Supreme and Audiovector SR 1 Avantgarde Arreté - asking these relatively compact speakers to fill a large living space with the weight and scale of a symphony orchestra was unreasonable. I needed something that could move more air, but far too many big speakers I’ve heard sound slow, discombobulated or opaque vs. a quality 2-way. Enter the Audiovector SR 6 Avantgarde Arreté (USD $25,000), which confidently assured me of no such compromises during an audition at Audiovision SF. After a bit of listening to some alternatives and the requisite spousal approval, I traded in the SR 1’s and placed an order for a pair of SR 6 AA in piano black with the intention of keeping these as my long-term reference speakers. I’ve logged about 3 months with them and while they’re still taking their sweet time to break in, it’s time to gut check: are they turning out to be everything I had hoped they would be?

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Breaking in a Big Speaker: Week 2 with the Audiovector SR 6

Acoustically Treating Side Reflections: Even Better and Not as Hard as You Think

Design & Setup

IMO this is a gorgeous speaker that looks impressive in a room without being dominating - sleek and elegant, with pleasing proportions and a beautiful finish. While our room is a good size, it is an all-purpose living space for my wife and me plus our two large-ish dogs, and there was no way audiophile speakers with a large footprint or funky aesthetics would ever set foot in our home. The Audiovector was a relatively easy sell to my wife and there have been zero groans or offhand remarks about its size or appearance, which makes it an unmitigated success. The magnetically-attached grills are wonderfully crafted, muting the technical look of the baffle during more casual listening, snapping on and off with precision and sticking together for easy storage. The sound isn't bad with them on either - fractionally less open and bright, which is actually kind of nice for background music.

Full-range speakers can be tricky to position to balance bass response with soundstaging, but in my room I’ve found the SR 6 AA to be very easygoing. Thanks to a combination of front-firing ports, bottom-firing compound woofer and careful bass alignment, they work remarkably well close to the wall. I currently have them with just 50cm (20”) of clearance behind them, and I have yet to pick up on any port noises. Yes, the soundstage would be even deeper if I pulled them out further, but it’s still quite satisfactory and the bass is nicely filled out without any boom whatsoever. As with the SR 1 Avantgarde Arretés, I find the sweet spot to be a bit narrow - sound is good off-axis, but you really need to be centered precisely for the image and soundstage to lock in. This is in contrast to traditional 2-way monitors from e.g. Silverline Audio or Role Audio that disappear in your room with little effort and are fairly forgiving of listening position.

Sensitivity is specified at 92.5dB/watt @ 8 ohms, quite good for a dynamic speaker. Sensitivity ratings can be deceiving (measurement methods are not rigorously standardized) but the SR 6 AA certainly puts out noticeably more sound per watt than the 90.5dB-rated Silverline SR17. I haven't seen an impedance plot or minimum impedance spec but it seems pretty easy to drive, with all of my amps sounding open and unstrained. With pop or orchestral material at moderately high volume levels I could get the bias meter on the Pass Labs XA30.5 to wiggle the tiniest bit, indicating the peaks were surpassing the 30-watt Class A bias range, but just barely. While the speakers can clearly take a lot more power (I would have loved to have the 300wpc Bryston 4B Cubed around), a quality amp of moderate power rating (e.g. 50 watts) but enough current to feed the 4 drivers should have no trouble. The Pass sounded great, I love the 55-watt Valvet A4 Mk.II monoblocks on them, and right now the 50-watt Gryphon Essence is singing away.

The Sound

Listening to the SR 6 AA strikes me as the audio equivalent of stepping into something like a big smooth Mercedes S-class, only to find it as lithe and responsive behind the wheel as a Lotus Elise. But step on the accelerator, and sure enough you will hear and feel the grunt of a big bi-turbo V-12. And most of all, it’s fun. Like a car that beckons you to drive it, there’s an aliveness and energy to the SR 6 that compels you to listen to as much music as possible. I could listen to record after record all day and night and never stop.

Coming back to less-fanciful analogies, I love how the SR 6 has all the coherence, focus and speed of the best 2-way monitors, then adds low-frequency power and dynamic ease without any sort of compromise that I can discern. At first I was a bit concerned with the 350Hz crossover point between midrange and woofer - right in the D to A string range of the violin - but I honestly can not hear it at all. The compound bass system also seamlessly integrates from 80Hz down, and all I hear is a very continuous presentation with consistent speed, articulation and tonality. This is extremely rare in my experience - many big, expensive and elaborate speakers have had some sort of discontinuity that bugged me.

Coming back to the 2-way comparison, I am missing absolutely nothing about my previous monitor speakers. The SR 6 has even more midrange focus and resolving power than its excellent little sibling, the SR 1 Avantgarde Arreté, while sounding less dry and analytical. Much of this can be attributed to the fullness of the lower midrange which puts more meat on the bones of everything. It’s not overtly warm, but has just the slightest bit of extra juice to give pop tunes great bounce and string sections lovely lyricism. My wife noted that orchestral melodies sounded particularly mellifluous and alluring.

This brings me to another point: the SR 6 simultaneously strikes me as tremendously transparent, neutral and precise, but also possessing character. It's very hard for me to describe it any one way because the common sonic labels - warm, analytical, fast, full, forward, laid-back, smooth, sharp - just won't stick. Depending on the associated gear, setup and recording, any of those above descriptors could be applied to a very subtle degree, but switch up the source material and a different set of adjectives come to mind. Going to another abstract analogy, it reminds me of a delicious mineral water - so clean and crisp and pure, but not totally flavorless. The SR 6 is never bland to my ears; sure, a bad recording still won't sound great, but the presentation never falls flat. It has a fun and engaging take on music, perhaps due to just a hair of judicious boost somewhere in the midrange, that isn't dead-on neutral, but subtle and musically consonant. This is what I find most fascinating about Audiovector's tuning vs. other ultra high-end marques such as Magico or YG Acoustics, which can be breathtakingly transparent to the point of sounding flavorless, and incredibly demanding of source material. In those special moments with the right setup and recording they certainly could scale to greater heights of realism than the SR 6, but the Audiovector just sounds consistently natural and satisfying to me.

A few words on what this speaker is not. While it certainly qualifies as full-range, it does not have an overtly “big” sound. You won’t get the same sort of easy, larger-than-life presentation that a large-woofered speaker in a more classic mold (think a big old JBL with 15” woofers, or a top-end model from PBN or Legacy Audio) will give you. If you want Louis Armstrong to sound like he's sitting in your lap, or you’re trying to reproduce a club environment in your living room, there are better speakers for that. Bass extension is deep and powerful, but the quality of the bass that stands out is that it’s always focused - pitch, timing and weight are precise and balanced. It will convincingly represent a symphony orchestra, and the throbbing bass line of Billie Eilish’s Bad Guy will have you bouncing in your seat, but it’s not shake-your-walls, send-you-into-intestinal-distress kind of bass. It is easily the most detailed and revealing speaker I have had in my room, but it is never hyped-up, instead laying the music out for you to inspect at your discretion. The superb Audiovector AMT tweeter has a lot to do with this - it is free of the typical resonant modes of most dome tweeters and has resolving power well above the audible range, with none of the peakiness of metal domes that can go from vivid to fatiguing over time. There are designs with more natural warmth, that can make a female vocal sound more magically in-the-room and human - Silverline and GamuT are two superb marques that come to mind - but they might not be as neutral and versatile across many genres of music.

The Audiovector is much more precise and adaptable than speakers which blow you away with a particular aspect of their performance. It is the sort of sound that may not stand out as much in 3 minute sound bites at an audio show or dealer, but is more accurate and satisfying in the long term. And I appreciate how it effortlessly fills my open space with sound, but never overpowers it. This is a remarkably lifestyle-friendly speaker by high-end standards and I could see it working very well in a more modestly-sized room, though if you have a small room you are probably better off saving some money on the R 3 Arreté and putting the funds towards upstream gear.

The Take

As you can probably guess, I'm liking the Audiovector SR 6 Avantgarde Arreté a whole lot. A big speaker is always a risky proposition - you never know if it'll work in your room, reproducing a wider range of frequencies means more things to critique and potentially bug you, and of course there's the financial outlay. But so far, other than the need for extended break-in time, there have been zero frustrations and only delights in my experience.

As I write this, I'm listening to a lovely record of Bruckner 9 by the Royal Concertgebouw Orchestra with Daniele Gatti (Qobuz 24/96, Tidal MQA) at moderate volume. And I honestly have nothing to observe or say about the speakers because it just sounds good and right and I'm enjoying the performance. It's a total system effort of course, with contributions from PS Audio, Furutech, Audience and the transcendental Gryphon Essence pre + power amp, but as a music lover first and foremost I can think of no higher compliment for the Audiovector SR 6 Avantgarde Arreté.

#audio #audiophile #stereo #hifi #speakers #audiovector #highendaudio #review #firsttake

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lurafita · 6 years ago

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It’s not easy to kidnap Spiderman

There are so, S.O., many fanfics that have normal, human, non-enhanced criminals successfully kidnapping Peter Parker. And I may have ranted about how people always noob Peter down too much, but it just baffles me every time.

And you can of course always make the argument that Peter isn’t willing to risk his secret identity, but that doesn’t mean he can’t use a fraction of his abilities to incapacitate his kidnappers and get away.

So, keeping that in mind, I wrote a little crack piece. By the by, Tony hasn’t sold the Tower and I am completely and blissfully ignoring Infinity War. Thanos can chuck himself into a freaking volcano.

Tony was in his workshop, deep in an inner debate with himself about re-enabling the BabyMonitorProtocol. He knew that, in a way, it was an invasion of privacy and might even be interpreted as distrust in Peter’s abilities and resposibilities as a hero. And that was definitely NOT what he wanted to convey. Peter had a unique and diverse skillset. With the right training (it had taken 3 weeks for them to figure out what actually worked for Peter) he had come a long way in properly using and controlling his powers, without having to compromise himself by holding back too much in a fight. Peter knew when a situation required back up and would never risk the safety of civilians by entering a fight that had him hopelessly outmatched. Peter knew that Tony would always, always, come when he called. (They had had a very, v.e.r.y. long discussion about that. ) Tony trusted the kid.

BUT, that didn’t change the fact that what the kid was doing, was dangerous.

Spiderman didn’t just swing around tall buildings (at speeds and altitudes that gave Tony heart palpitations), or rescue little kittens out of trees.

Spiderman caught out of control vehicles in busy traffic. Spiderman leapt into burning buildings. Spiderman got fucking SHOT AT!

Tony had, of course, improved the suit and made it as sturdy and safe as humanly possible. But considering that the material couldn’t be too thick, so as not to impede his sticky appendages, nor too hard, so as not to restrict his super-human flexibility, there were simply limits to what could be done. One of those limits, frustratingly, was that Tony hadn’t yet found a way to make the suit bulletproof.

And yes, Peter had the ability to dodge gunfire (thank god for the spider-sense), but that didn’t automatically make things safer. Superheroes were just as likely (sometimes even more so) to make mistakes as the next person. Sometimes you underestimate your opponent. Sometimes you zig, when you should zag. Sometimes things just go wrong.

Add to that how Peter liked to hide injuries from his aunt as well as his mentor/dad (because Tony had signed the shit out of those adoption/shared custody agreement papers as soon as May Parker had given her blessing), and it was really no wonder that Tony found himself counting new grey hairs on a weekly basis.

He would just feel that much better if the BabyMonitorProtocol was back up and he would be appraised of every little scuffle, altercation and injury as they happened, all the time, 24 fucking 7. No, he was not an overprotective helicopter parent, stop laughing Rhodey!

“Incoming call from Peter Parker.” Friday’s voice cut suddenly through his thoughts.

Tony took a deep, apprehensive breath. Just because the kid called right then didn’t have to mean he was in trouble. This could be a purely social call. Get it together.

“Put him through, Fri. Hey Pete.”

“Hi Mr. Stark!” Good, the kid sounded neither distressed, nor hurt. There was no gunfire, screaming or sounds of explosions in the backround. Just a social call then, thank god.

“Whats up, kid? Someone treat you to a churro again?” He smirked at hearing the put upon sigh from the other end of the line.

“Is anyone ever going to let this go? She was a nice lady and it was a yummy snack. I regret nothing.”

“Of course. So, what’s shaking? You are not calling to bail on me for our lab time later, are you?” He leaned back in his chair, relaxed smile on his lips.

“Oh god, please, no one says ‘what’s shaking’ anymore, Dad.” Peter whined and Tony’s smile grew. They had a weird relationship with names. For Tony it was Kid, Spiderling, Underoos, any variation he could come up with for the name Peter, and (the newest one) Son. While Peter liked to cycle through Mr. Stark, Tony, and more and more regularly, Dad. If Tony’s eyes were a teeny, tiny bit wet the first time Peter called him ‘Dad’, no one had to know.

“Anyway, the reason why I’m calling is,... uhm... well....” UhOh. That was Peter’s ‘I may be in trouble’ voice.

Tony snapped back upright in the chair, as the kid continued.

“...the thing is, I’m currently in the office of the Captain of the New York Police Department, and-”

“WHAT?!” He sprang up off his seat. “Friday! My suit! Now!”

“No, no no no no. Wait! Tony, wait! Calm down. It’s nothing bad”

Yeah, he was NOT reassured. The kid had once stumbled into the tower after patrol, hand pressed against a six inch long stab wound gushing blood, and claimed it was ‘nothing bad’.

“What happened? Why are you in the Captains office? Are you hurt?” The Ironman suit continued to assemble around his body as Friday opened one of the floor to ceilling windows for his take off.

“Not hurt, I promise. It’s just that Captain Stacy thought this call would better be made in privat and the bullpen was kinda loud, though there was this really cool guy who-”

“PETER!” This kid! (”5 minutes until you arrive at the NYPD, Sir.”)

“Right, right, sorry. So, I was just on my way home, minding my own business, and maybe hoping that that cute german shephard would be out in his yard again and I could play with him a little and NOT THE POINT, sorry, so, me just walking along the street, totally innocent, and then suddenly this white panel van parks a few feet in front of me.”

Oh god. That was exactly how crime and horror movies started, wasn’t it? Was now the right time to have a panic attack? (”4 minutes to destination.”)

“And then this man gets out, pretty buff and tall and I was just a little bit jealous, because like, I can benchpress a french frying* [*earlier post on how Peter avoids a ‘language lecture’ by swearing using food names] bus with no sweat and still have total noodle arms, and how is that fair”

“PETER!” This KID! (”3 minutes to destination”)

“Sorry! So, the guy asks me for directions to cityhall, but he doesn’t get it when I explain it to him, so he asks if I would ride with him and show him. And, like, my spidey-sense is this low buzz, like, this guy is probably up to no good, but not a real threat to me, right? And he said he would drive me back later and that he had some candy as a thank you, so-”

“You got into the van?!” Forget the panic attack, his fucking heart was about to stop!

“Did you not hear me mention the part where he promised me candy?”

Which arm was supposed to hurt again when you got a heart attack? This fucking kid! (”2 minutest to destination.”)

“Anyway, I climb into the passenger side and the guy starts the engine and all of a sudden my spidey sense is blaring and I slip down in the seat, before the guy that was hiding in the back can press his knife to my throat.”

Oh god oh god oh god.

“So then I grab the hand and twist it just a little, until he has to let go of the knife, and he screams and the knife falls right beside the hand brake. But then the buff guy driving makes a grab for it, so I punch him in the face, right? But I may have punched just a little bit too hard, cause next thing I know, he is unconcious and his head has fallen on the car horn in the middle of the steering wheel. And now the van is still going, but no one is steering and I still have the other guy’s arm at this angle that must have been incredibly uncomfortable for him, because he just keeps on screaming and the donuts* car horn is really french frying* loud and it’s all giving me a headache. So I pull back and knock the guy behind me out, too, and grab the wheel and yank it to the other side, because we were about to hit a tree. I get the buff guy off the steering wheel, and thank god, finally some quiet, but his foot is still on the gas, so I grab the hand brake and yank it up. And then the tires are squeeling and the engine is stuttering and I might have knicked my hand on the knife that had fallen there earlier, so I’m a little startled and yank the wheel again and then the van crashed into a parking police car.”

There is a moment of silence, Tony can see the NYPD building in the distance. (”30 seconds to destination, boss. May I suggest some mild breathing exercises to slow your heartbeat down some?”)

“But don’t worry! By that time the van had slowed down enough that the damage wasn’t too bad. Though Detective Mahoney spilled his coffee all over his shirt.” Ironman landed in front of the station, drawing quite a few looks all around him. “So I explain everything to the Detective Mahoney and his partner Detective Sanchez, who is like super cool and promised to help me study for my next spanish exam.” The suit dissembled around him and formed into a suitcase in his hand as Tony Stark, clad in a faded band shirt and soft blue pyjama pants (it was supposed to be his day off and he had, for once, slept in), ran up the stairs (as if he would waste time waiting for the elevator) to where he knew the Captains office was (Thanks Friday). “Turns out, these guys have been kidnapping kids like this for the last four weeks and were waiting to get two more to ship off to some kind of slave trade ring in a foreign country. So the Detectives interrogated them and got the location for where they are hiding the poor, missing kids and like half the precinct is on their way to free them.” One more floor and he would be there. At least now the heavy breathing could be attributed to running up so many fucking stairs. “I tried to slip away and get in the suit and follow the police cars, make sure the kids are alright and all, you know? But then the Captain came up to me and clapped me on the shoulder and was like ‘Good job, kid. That was very brave, but now lets call your parents and make sure you get home safe.’ And then he led me into his office and sat me on his couch, which is nowhere near as comfy as the ones in the tower, but whatever, and told me to call someone and that he would come back to talk to us a little later.” It wasn’t every day that Tony Stark bursts through the doors of the Major Crime unit of the New York Police Department in the clothes he slept in, so the officers in the room could be excused for any open mouthed gaping that may have taken place. “And, you know, Aunt May just came off a double shift in the hospital and I really didn’t wanna wake her, so I thought I better call you instead. So, can you come over to the NYPD? But like, don’t stress. If you have something important to do, that’s totally okay. I can just hang around for a few hours until May has gotten enough sleep and call her then. And maybe Detective Sanchez will-”

Peter was interrupted from his call when the door to the Captains office nearly flew off its hinges as Tony ran right in, a desperate, slightly manic look in his eyes. “Oh, that was quick. Hey Dad.”

THIS FUCKING KID!

And yes, fine, it may not be much of an exaggeration when Peter later complained that Tony cuddled him on that couch for the better part of 20 minutes. It may also be true that he threatened to sue everyone and their mother more than once, everytime someone from the police department tried to interrupt his, very justified, fussing over his kid. He also makes damn sure that Peter doesn’t leave his direct proximity for the entire time they stay at the station. Peter gave his official statement, they got to watch when the freed kids were reunited with their overjoyed, tearful parents, who all come over to thank Peter in person for his part in finding their children, and Detective Sanchez gave Peter her card and personal number for those spanish lessons. During all that time, Tony has managed to inform May, Pepper and Happy about everything, and the three soon join them at the station. While May and Pepper take over fussing over Peter and hugging him to death (the kid sends him a very nasty look over the womens shoulders), Tony is already on his phone, programming Karen to reengage the BabyMonitorProtocol and sending the code to one of his Stark watches that he is going to fucking weld around the kids wrist so he can never take it off. He doesn’t even care how much Rhodey laughs at and calls him an overprotective helicopter parent again later.

#peter parker #tony stark #iron dad #spider son #tony is a stressed dad #attempted kidnapping #peter is a badass #bamf peter #iron man #spiderman #op lurafita

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crookedlyoptimisticdestiny · 6 years ago

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Scrapbook

Summary: Virgil is summoned for a video, but he is in the middle of working on his scrapbook of the famILY when it happens. Pairings: Familial LAMP, I guess Warnings: One swear, but, other than that, it’s really pure Word Count: ~1200 words Read on Wattpad Thomas POV: Waking up, I felt refreshed and excited for recording today's video, no hint of nerves present. I hopped out of bed, took a quick shower, and ate a small breakfast.

As I was setting up the cameras, Patton rose up in his spot.

"Hey there kiddo!!!" he beamed, clearly excited for the video.

"Hey, Pat!" I acknowledged, making sure his camera was good.

"You seem to be in a good mood!" Patton said.

"Yeah," I responded, turning to work on Roman's camera. "I just woke up feeling super excited for the video. I don't know why. I just am."

As soon as I finished talking, Roman appeared in his usual fashion. A massive grin was on his face, and he couldn't stop bouncing around.

"Clearly you are excited because you have a very creative idea. Don't bother thanking me, it's my job," he said in an incredibly dramatic fashion.

"Roman!" I sighed, exasperated. "Would you stop bouncing around for 5 seconds so I can get the camera into focus?!?!?!"

Roman stood still and pouted. "I can't help that I'm excited to record this new video!!!! You don't ever tell Patton to hold still when he's bouncing around."

When Roman finished speaking, Logan appeared in his spot, arms crossed across his chest.

Straightening his glasses, Logan addressed Roman. "Clearly the reason he is reigning you in is that Patton doesn't bounce around the room like he is made of rubber."

"Well sorry that I'm passionate about what I love, bore and a snore times four... eyes," Roman said in response.

"Now kiddos," Patton said. "Now's not the time to argue. We've got a video to make!!!"

"I agree with Patton on this one," I said, moving on to Logan's camera. "You can argue during the video, but not before, please."

Roman and Logan both looked at each other for a few seconds before sighing and pouting.

"Fiiiiiine," they said in unison

I gasped, probably inhaling all the oxygen in the room. "Yay!"

Patton squealed and clapped, "Let's start recording!!!!!"

~~~~~

A few minutes into the video, I said something that had been on my mind since before I hit the record button.

"Guys???" I asked.

"Yes, Thomas?" Logan said.

"What is it kiddo?" Patton inquired.

"Is something wrong?" Roman fretted, starting to get out his katana.

"Well, I was just wondering, but," I paused for effect. "Do any of you know where Virgil is??"

I looked at the three of them, and they all looked baffled.

Patton was the one to speak.

"I don't know kiddo. I haven't seen him since last night at dinner."

I paused for a few seconds, thinking. Eventually, I held out my hand and summoned Virgil.

Within a few seconds, Virgil was sitting on the stairs partially facing away from us. In his lap was a large book, and he was holding a glue stick between his teeth. I saw him place something in the book before he looked up and realized where he was.

"WHAT THE FUCK GUYS!!!!!!!" he shouted, almost falling off the stairs.

"LANGUAGE!!!!" Patton shouted back.

"ITALIAN!!!!!!" Roman shouted, happy to be able to be loud.

Once my sides had quieted down some, I asked Virgil a question.

"Hey, Virgil? What's that you've got on your lap?

Virgil's eyes widened and he looked down at the book. He quickly slammed it shut and tried to hide it behind his back.

"Oh no you don't," Roman said as he reached over and snatched the book out of Virgil's hands. He flipped the cover open and immediately "aww"-ed.

"You guys," Roman said. "It's a scrapbook!!!"

Patton, Logan, and I walked over to Roman's corner and looked over his shoulder at the pages the book was open to.

The background was a baby blue color, and in the middle of the layout was construction paper cut out to spell "Dad." Covering the pages were pictures of Patton.

Some of them looked to be screenshots he took of the videos, while some were obviously taken on his phone's camera.

Patton squealed and immediately walked over to Virgil to give him a hug.

I watched Patton walk over, and it was then that I noticed that Virgil was huddled in the corner of the stairs. His hood was up, and he was looking at us all with a death stare, quietly hissing.

I turned back to the scrapbook when I heard Roman "Aww" again. The next page was dedicated to Roman. At the top of the page was "Sir-Sing-A-Lot" in fancy letters. There were pictures of Roman on stage performing, him holding a microphone while singing karaoke, and even one picture of him standing on a cliff looking out over a lake.

When Roman saw the picture of him by the lake he gasped.

"Virgil!!!" he exclaimed. "How did you get all these pictures?!?!?!?!"

He looked over to Virgil, and I looked too. Virgil curled further into the corner and hissed again louder this time.

"AWWWW!!!!" Patton squealed. "HE'S LIKE A LITTLE KITTY!!!!!!"

It was true. Virgil looked like a black kitten that was trying to hide in a corner. In a way, he sometimes acted more like a cat than a human.

I heard Roman flip to the next page and heard him gasp. Looking at the page I saw a bunch of pictures of Logan surrounding the nickname "Pocket Protector," which Virgil gave him in the Growing Up video.

I looked over at Logan, who was scanning the page, eyes wide. His mouth was hanging open, and his glasses were askew.

After a few seconds, Logan came to his senses.

"I- wo- um..." he stuttered, straightening his glasses. "This is incredible Virgil."

At that, Virgil stopped hissing. "You think so?"

"Of course!" Logan said. "The dedication it must have taken to make this shows just how much you care for all of us."

Virgil blushed and looked at the floor.

"Thanks, I guess," he mumbled. "You guys haven't even seen the last page."

Logan, Patton, and I looked on as Roman flipped the last page to reveal group photos of all of us. The top of the page said "FamILY," and there were pictures of my sides in their Christmas sweaters, them as my friends, and one of all of us right in the center.

I felt tears in the corner of my eyes. Virgil must have worked so hard on this.

Walking over to Virgil, I sat down next to him on the stairs.

"Let me guess," he said, refusing to look at me. "You're gonna say something about how this isn't appropriate or it's weird that I took pictures of you guys."

"Actually," I said. "I was gonna say that that is flipping adorable and it's really cool that you have that."

Virgil looked up at me, eyes wide. "Wha... You mean it?"

"Of course!!" I said. "I just have one question."

Virgil tensed, waiting for the question. I looked up and saw that Roman, Logan, and Patton were looking at me as well.

"When do I get my own page?"

As soon as Virgil heard the question, he blushed and looked at the floor, a rare smile on his face. He started to laugh, and soon the rest of us joined in, forgetting that the cameras were recording this memorable event.

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hoodoo12 · 6 years ago

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That Was How

I had this very nice request, and wrote it up. hello would a story about the bartender meeting the original c-137 rick be ok? Because i'm curious as to how she knew about him and the mind erasing so maybe some backstory?

Anon, I hope you’re still around. I enjoyed writing some backstory very much, and it ties in to some information in an older story called What Evil Lurks in the Heart of Rick.

SFW, Rick c-137/Bartender

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You’d been working in this dive bar for a while now. Nothing fancy, nothing hip; just pulling taps and serving the occasional mixed drink if a tourist accidently wandered in. It was dark and smelled of old cigarettes from the time before smoking wasn’t allowed in public places. You were mostly content.

There were regulars who you knew by name. You liked your job, but some times, you got an itch to do something. Be something more. Your options were limited, however, so you didn’t.

“Hey. I think that guy’s pukin’ in the restroom,” Rob, one of the regulars who shuffled in after his shift so he didn’t have to go home and deal with his family, announced unnecessarily.

You had heard, and the retching from the restroom seemed amplified.

You groaned.

“I’ll give you a free beer to check on him,” you offered hopefully.

“You know you ain’t allowed to give out free beers!”

Frowning, you had to nod. The owner of the place had threatened to terminate you when he found out you’d occasionally given away product to the people who spent a lot of their time here. “They’ll pay for it,” he’d yelled. “Don’t give it away!”

Rob smiled drunkenly at you. “If you pay for another pint, I’ll go . . .”

Your salary didn’t allow you to be that altruistic.

“Never mind,” you sighed, wiping your hands on one of the towels under the bar. “I’ll go see how he is.”

Rob waved at you as you left your workspace. Walking to the establishment’s only restroom, the retching hadn’t stopped. You knocked on the door, lightly. “Hey. Hey. You okay in there?” you asked with your head near the crack between door and doorframe.

Your answer was another bout of retching and the unmistakable sound of liquids hitting the water in the toilet.

“At least he’s not pukin’ on the floor!” Rob called to you gleefully.

Thank heaven for small favors, you guessed. Out loud, you said, “You need help?”

There was a groan in response.

Steeling yourself, you grabbed the doorknob and found it wasn’t locked. Although you half-hoped it would be so maybe the guy inside would have the chance to right himself, at least you wouldn’t have to get out the toolkit and unscrew it to get in. You weren’t incredibly happy about barging in on a vomiting man--that was nowhere in your job description!--but having someone pass out and choke on their own puke wouldn’t be a great alternative either.

“I’m coming in,” you announced.

You followed through, and found the old lanky guy who’d stumbled into the bar earlier hugging the toilet. He’d filled the bowl with pure bile-colored liquid; in your experience you knew that meant he’d been taking in only alcohol for a while, with no food in his stomach to help absorb it.

He looked haggard and pale; his eyes bloodshot and sunken. He had strings of yellow drool dangling from his lower lip. When he picked his head up to look at you, he wiped the back of his forearm and hand across his chin, and managed to smear some of the drool into his hair. Before you could move further into the room, he lifted himself upward enough to vomit into the toilet bowl once more.

When he sat back down on the floor with a groan, some of his color had returned.

“Gotta purge that swill they call Plutonian vodka,” he croaked, as he gave you a weak smile and a wink.

That was how you met Rick Sanchez.

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You’d helped him clean up a little after his little evacuation in the bar’s toilet by offering him actual cloth towels instead of the cheap paper ones available that disintegrated on contact with water. He wiped his face; you swallowed your gorge and wiped his hair. Then you held his arm to assist him back to a bar stool and gave him a glass of water.

He scowled at that and requested a shot of vodka, neat.

“N-n-none of that Plutonian shit!” he’d demanded, as if you acted like you even knew what the hell he was talking about.

Gently you nudged the glass of water closer to him. He stared you down; you stared back, and he finally took it, although he coughed through the first few swallows. Then he asked again for that shot of vodka, pretty please.

Rob looked like he was going to say something. Come to your defense, maybe? Recommend the guy get the hell out? Call the cops? But at the first syllable that tried to come of out his mouth, the old guy whipped around and scowled so hard at him Rob choked off whatever he had thought to say. You saw the new guy’s free arm tense, a little, and Rob glance down.

Your regular customer gulped and in a rush of movement, he pushed away from the bar and stammered he had to get home. He threw a handful of bills on the bar and was gone before you knew it.

The new guy watched him go with narrowed eyes. You had no idea what just happened or what Rob may have seen out of your line of sight on the other side of the bar. Once Rob was gone for good, he turned back to you with a wide smile.

“What’d’ya say, baby? Set me up a drink and I’ll buy you one too.”

You find this guy in the bathroom, puking his guts out, wipe vomit out of his hair; he does something to intimidate a regular patron of this place; and now he wants to buy you a drink? What was next, him crashing on your couch?

Yes. That’s exactly what happened next.

You took him up on his offer to have a single drink with him. He launched into a wild story about his life. None of it made much sense, but he didn’t seem the kind of crazy that was going to end up stabbing you; he seemed the kind of crazy that was full of fun and adventure. He had to be an author. No other person could com up with the outrageous stories he told you.

When he mentioned that he’d been drifting from place to place recently and was looking for somewhere to crash for the night, you did suggest your couch. With a smug grin like he’d been waiting for you to offer, he took you up on it.

That was how Rick Sanchez came into your life.

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He wandered in and out of your life randomly. He’d show up at the bar. Occasionally you found him snoring on your couch when you came home. There was never any rhyme or reason to when he would arrive, and he sometimes just disappeared again without explanation either.

Once, when you pinned him down enough to at least have breakfast with you, you mentioned you’d love to read one of his books sometime.

“Books?” he replied, completely baffled.

“Yeah. Can you give me a title or two?”

With his forkful of pancakes halfway to his mouth, he frowned. “I don’t know what the-what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“Your books!” you said in exasperation, as if repeating it was going to make it clear. “All these stories you’re telling me? About different planets and different booze and the interdimensional travel--you have the whole world-building down to an art! Is it like a series or are there standalone novels? Tell me where to start, I can’t wait to read them!”

Rick set his food back onto his plate in a deliberate motion.

“You think that I-I-I am making up everything I’m telling you?” he said in a low, even voice.

You’d never seen him so serious, but you laughed anyway. “Yes! Of course!”

He scowled.

“You’re an idiot,” he announced, and reaching over the table, he grabbed your wrist and dragged you to your feet.

As you cried out in scared protest, Rick pulled a device from the inside of his lab coat and from it, produced a swirling green and yellow circle of opaque light. Ignoring your fright and confusion, he pulled you through it into another world.

That was how your adventures with Rick Sanchez started.

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His visits were still erratic, but when he did deign to take you with him, he showed you things you couldn’t have imagined. Rick was your guide from one end of the galaxy to the next; he escorted you into new dimensions filled with wonder and horror. You visited with unique people living nothing like you’d ever seen. You saw worlds that were nothing like anything on Earth.

You drank with Rick at a hundred different alien bars. You accompanied him to places he had to do ‘business’. Although full of contempt that you were such a tourist and a rube, he introduced you to so much more than your entire life could have been.

You discovered that your life was not even a speck of dust in the scheme of the universe, but instead of being crushed by the knowledge, you only wanted to learn and see more.

You’d become conditioned to get excited at the sound of a portal. You looked forward to seeing his unruly blue hair and boney build. You imagined what it would be like to hug him. You had dreams about what it would be like to be naked with him, in your bed.

That was how you fell in love with Rick Sanchez.

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When you realized that you had deeper feelings for him, you were giddy and nervous and moonstruck. You’d never imagined yourself with an older man; you’d never imagined yourself meeting someone in such a random way who would mean so much to you.

You were just being silly, weren’t you? You couldn’t have fallen in love with this guy who just showed up out of nowhere. Right? It was just the thrill of going on adventures. It was just the idea that he singled you out. Right?! There was no way you were thinking about a serious relationship with him!

The two of you hadn’t slept together. You hadn’t even shared a bed; every time he crashed at your place he passed out on your couch! You’d never had a kiss, never had any intimate touching unless you counted when you held his elbow to help him out of the restroom at the bar. Rick had never brought up anything of the sort; in fact he scoffed and derided any couple you happened to see on your travels. You’d heard his rant about ‘relationships’ and ‘biological need to breed’ more than once.

But you couldn’t deny that you got a thrill in your stomach whenever he showed up. You knew you were flushed around him, you could feel the heat in your cheeks and your palms felt damp. Sometimes it was hard to hear what he was saying over your pulse pounding in your ears, and the times you were close enough to smell him, it was intoxicating.

You knew he wasn’t celibate. You hoped he wasn’t celibate! Firmly you told yourself the next time he showed up, wanting a place to sleep for the night, you were going to take him to bed. You were going to show him what you thought of him. You were going to give him the best sex of his life!

When he did arrive--unannounced, as usual--at your small apartment two weeks later, he was harried. He was preoccupied and anxious. None of those three things were anything you’d associate with Rick.

Still, you gave him the drink he asked for and, steeling yourself, you told him you wanted to talk to him about something important.

He downed the tumbler of vodka you’d handed him, belched, and took your hand.

“No-no, I’ve got to, I’ve got to--there’s something I have t-to tell you first, baby,” he said.

His touch made butterflies float in your stomach; his words tied them up in knots.

“This is impor-important,” he insisted. “I should’ve told you this a long time ago.”

Your breath caught in your throat. You were glad you opted for a matching, lacy bra and panty set today, because you couldn’t wait for Rick to see you in them, and then for his large hands to strip them from you.

“I’m in big trouble,” Rick continued feverishly, “and I think you are too.”

With no further explanation, he opened a portal and took you someplace new.

It was an apartment. It was only slightly bigger than the one you’d left, and maybe slightly nicer. You looked around, wondering if this was his place finally.

“I hope this is okay. I think it’ll be okay,” he said.

“What?”

Rick waved off your question. “I’ve paid for it, but there’s a monthly fee, like a home owner’s fee you’ll have to cover. There’s amenities like a pool and shit on the first floor, and a grocer’s and stuff nearby. It’ll be perfect for you.”

“Rick, what are you talking about?”

“I got you some clothes and stuff too. In the cl-closet. And extra towels and sheets. I know you like the heavy sheets with the high thread count. I snooped around your place. I know how creepy that sounds.”

None of this made any sense, and your arousal was starting to sour to fear. “Rick--?”

“Come on, I-I-I’ve got something else to show you.”

Before you could protest, he pulled your through another portal.

You stepped out onto a rocky plateau. You could breathe, but the atmosphere was thin because the stars in the sky were crystal clear and it was almost too cold. There was no vegetation. Straining your eyes, you could see the edge of it as well. This wasn’t even a planetoid, this was a desolate chunk of rock drifting through space.

You realized you could see your shadow blinking on and off from a yellow light behind you. Turning, you saw a single building with a flashing neon sign. The words were written in an alien language, but as you stared at them, they started to morph into something you could read.

Before you could fully make them out, however, Rick took your shoulders and turned you to him.

“I am so sorry, baby,” he said, and he sounded genuinely upset. “The Feds are after me. They got pretty fucking close this time--”

“The Feds?” you interrupted, your gaze inadvertently drawn back to the sign you could almost read now.

“The Galactic Federation!” he said angrily, but that didn’t actually explain anything. “They’re hot on my goddamn tail, and I’m going to have to lay low to shake them off.”

His barely controlled panic finally, really, caught your attention. “What do you mean? What are you talking about, Rick?”

“I’m going to have to live with my family,” he replied, as if that made any sense either. “That’ll keep me safe. But I think you’ve been seen with me, so you may be under surveillance--you might be taken and questioned about me, and that-that . . . that just can’t happen. The apartment? It’s yours now. They don’t know about it. You should be safe there. And this place? It’s neutral. It’s outside the Federation. I put in a good word for you. I think you’ll like it.”

Unbidden, tears formed in your eyes. “Rick, I don’t understand what you’re saying!”

For the first time since you’d met him, Rick looked remorseful. “I’m sorry, baby.”

From his inside pocket, where he kept his portal gun, he extracted a new device. It was larger and unwieldy, and looked held together with zip ties and some duct tape. He pointed it at you, told you he was sorry again even as you begged him to give you real answers, even as you told him you didn’t care what kind of trouble he was in, you just wanted to be with him, that you thought you loved him, no, please, Rick, please--and you were blinded by a white light as he pulled the trigger.

The world went blank.

When you were finally able to see again, an old man in a lab coat was standing over you, cursing at some unknown piece of equipment in his hand that was smoking and throwing sparks randomly.

“Fucking prototype!” he cursed. “Goddamn piece of shit, falling apart when the fucking trigger was pulled--”

You groaned.

The sound you made drew his attention to you.

“Oh, hey, you okay?” he asked. He sounded like he was feigning concern. “That was some tumble you took!”

He offered you a hand, which you accepted. A tiny thrill nestled in your belly as you stood, but you also felt dizzy. His hand was cool and dry, and even upright, he was much taller than you. His hair was wild spikes of blue, and he wiped a bit of drool off his lower lip. There was an itch in your brain, like some part of you recognized him.

“Do I know you?” you asked, puzzled.

His eyes shifted away from you. “Uh, n-no. Nope! I just happened by when you fell. Here, this key fell out of your pocket. Looks like an apartment key? I had one like that once. The button on top gets you home.”

You accepted it. It did look like a key to a door, and you had to just nod about the button, because there didn’t seem to be any other way to get off this rock.

“And, uh. You said you had an interview. At the Bar?” he continued, waving a hand at the building.

You looked to where he indicated. “The Bar At The End of The Universe”, the yellow neon sign flashed on its roof.

“Yeah, I guess,” you agreed slowly. You must have hit your head when you fell, because everything was a little blank, but that had to be right. Why else would you be here?

“Well, good luck!” he said, giving you a little push and a nod. A strained smile stretched his face.

“Yeah, okay, thanks.”

You started off towards the door. You had the unmistakable feeling that he was watching you go. When you turned around, you were right.

Still puzzled, you called, “Are you sure I don’t know you?”

The smile, as forced as it was, faded from his face. He looked upset and guilty, but you had no idea why that would be. He just looked so familiar, but he replied quietly,

“No, baby, you don’t know me.”

With that, he waved you on. You studied him a moment more, sure you’d seen him somewhere else, but finally felt awkward enough that you continued to the Bar. You opened the door and walked inside, immediately greeted by a four-armed bouncer who asked your age. Telling him you were here for an interview, he looked you over and directed you to the management.

“We are looking for a new bartender!” you were told. “Rick c-137 put in a good word for you!”

“Rick . . .?” you whispered, mostly to yourself.

“Oh, don’t worry,” you were assured. “He doesn’t come here very often. We get lots of other . . . guests, though.”

The staff who were standing around snickered at that, but you figured that since this was a watering hole for all sorts of aliens, it didn’t mean much.

“With that recommendation, and if you want the job, it’s yours.”

There was a niggling in the back of your mind about this “Rick c-137”, like there was something just out of memory’s reach, but that was neither here nor there at the moment. You warmed to this. You needed a job, and you knew you could bartend, so why not someplace like this?

“I’m Yvonne,” you said, smiling and offering a hand to shake. “People call me You.”

That was how you got a job at The Bar At the End of the Universe.

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meggtheegg · 6 years ago

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connor rankings?

I have so many feelings about Connor Murphy you have no idea. EDIT - I put them into chronological order because I feel iffy about listing them from “best” to “worst” because they’re all wonderful

Mike Faist - Okay admittedly I am suuuuuper biased and Mike is my favorite, for sure. I’ve had him as a teacher and he is such a genuinely kind, funny person and I admire him so so much as an actor and just as a human being. That said, his Connor is fantastic, even putting that aside. If I had only ever seen Mike in bootlegs, admittedly, I probably would prefer Alex Boniello, because the subtleties in Mike’s performance are what make him shine and none of that is captured on video. Even from the mezzanine, you don’t quite get the full experience, because there’s so much stuff to focus on from far away. But when you’re sitting in the orchestra and can clearly look at his face and see his subtle expressions and changes in posture in scenes where he isn’t even prominently featured (ie. WTAW) he is a wonder to behold. And in the moments where he is prominently featured, he never loses your attention. He keeps adding things and making choices that keep all eyes on him, all the time. In his class, he told us that the key to good acting, especially when acting through song, is to focus not on how the character is feeling, but on what they want to achieve and how they are trying to get there. Every line has to build and change because, to paraphrase him, “if your last tactic had worked, the scene would be over. You would have gotten what you wanted. So, you have to keep switching tactics until one of them works.” His ‘Disappear’ is hands-down the best, because he does exactly that. He keeps building and changing with every line. Whenever he was onstage, your eyes got drawn to him. And that wasn’t just me thinking that. My grandparents, my parents, and the people sitting behind me at more than one performance all said the same thing at different points, unprompted. Admittedly, by the end of his run, the scenes where Connor was alive felt kind of (intentionally) awkward and aggressive in a way that I didn’t like as much as the way he did it earlier on, but when he was Evan’s imaginary version of Connor, you could see him physically change to become more and more like Evan until they were practically mirror images of each other. It was brilliant.

Michael Lee Brown - Don’t get me wrong, there is not a single performance here that I dislike in any capacity. That said, there is only one boot of MLB as Connor. I think it was recorded his first time going on, and maybe it was purely because of that, but his Connor is a pretty straight copy of Mike’s, which is odd because his Evan and Jared are really unique. That said, Mike’s Connor is really good. It’s a fantastic interpretation, and if you get to see MLB as Connor, you’re in for a major treat. He’s stellar. Beyonce was probably shook. It still kills me that we don’t have any recording of his ‘Disappear.’

Colton Ryan - Though there’s only a boot of Colton’s act 2, I think he really is suited for Connor. He’s a little less intimidating than some of the others, but he has a way of switching his physicality and changing dramatically before your eyes. That was what made him a marvelous Evan, and I’m sure that was the case with his Connor, too. I never saw him, but people who did often called him better than Mike Faist, so he must have been good.

Ben Levi Ross - Right from the start, as the Murphy table rolls out onstage, where the others are usually just angrily looking down at the table or something, Ben’s Connor is staring at a spoon, examining it with wide eyes like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. You don’t need Larry and Zoe to tell you that he’s high. It’s immediately obvious. Interestingly enough, that makes for a much less actively aggressive Connor. He’s also tiny, and while you’re sitting there watching him, you are constantly reminded that he was so young. Mike Faist, though definitely having a young face, is so tall and intimidating that he often feels like some strong, god-like entity. He’s powerful and intimidating, even when he isn’t trying to be. Ben’s Connor seriously struggles to get Evan to the ground when he pushes him. He’s small and broken, but at the same time…kind of terrifying, actually. Like a ticking time bomb. He’s shorter and scrawnier than Evan and Jared, but to make up for that, he’s intense and wild-eyed and unpredictable and you can totally see why Jared is afraid of him. You feel physically uncomfortable whenever he walks onstage as himself, and you know it’s intentional, because he softens way up when he’s imaginary!Connor. His voice, particularly in ‘Disappear’ is stellar. Also, his facial expressions and movements during ‘Sincerely, Me’ literally seem like a cartoon character. It’s wild. The guy sitting behind us was baffled when his daughter explained to him that “no, he’s an understudy. The regular guy who plays him was the one nominated for a Tony, not him.”

Alex Boniello - Thank god they went with such a fantastic replacement because Connor deserves the best. Alex is incredible and I cannot wait until the video boot with him becomes available. His Connor is a little less hopeless. He’s funny and sarcastic and he’s clearly struggling, but you feel like his suicide wasn’t as inevitable as it felt with Mike. Had that one day gone a little differently, maybe he could have held on. He’s more sad than angry, very misunderstood by his family, and he desperately needs a friend. His computer lab scene is my favorite, hands-down. I don’t know how much he copies Evan in act 2, because that’s mostly a physical thing, and he doesn’t really change the way he speaks like Mike did, but I think that’s because overall, his Connor is a lot more like Evan already. You can see why his parents would so quickly believe that they were best friends.

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johnboothus · 4 years ago

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Next Round: Sarah Jessica Parker Navigates Wine Entrepreneurship

On this episode of “Next Round,” host Adam Teeter chats with television icon and now-wine producer Sarah Jessica Parker. The two discuss all things Invivo x SJP. Listeners will learn how Parker entered the wine industry, specifically with her partnership with Invivo. Also, Parker details her budding experience with wine before she started producing her own.

In addition, Parker explains how her partnership with Invivo is so fulfilling. Listeners will learn why Parker is involved throughout the entire process of producing wine, which calls back to her television days. Finally, Parker shares an update on the revival of “Sex and the City.”

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Adam Teeter: From VinePair’s New York City headquarters, I’m Adam Teeter, and today we are talking with Sarah Jessica Parker. Sarah Jessica, thank you so much for joining me.

Sarah Jessica Parker: Thank you, Adam! Thank you for having me.

A: It’s really exciting to have you on the podcast and to have someone who has recently released a wine. Your wines have been in the market for two years, now?

SJP: I think it has, yes. I’m sure I’m not alone in saying that I’ve lost time a bit. Sincerely, I have. I’m not able to point to an event and tell you exactly what month it happened anymore, but I would think two years sounds about right and wouldn’t be controversial.

A: That’s perfect. SJP launched two years ago. Can you talk to me a little bit about the project, how it came to be and how you got involved?

SJP: Sure. About three years ago, I got a phone call from my agent sharing with me that there were two gentlemen in New Zealand who were curious about collaborating on a wine with me. I was as mystified as you probably are and couldn’t understand why anybody would want to work with me on something that is so seemingly complicated and is such a serious business. Yet, I was curious and got on the phone with them and they obviously enlightened me and elaborated on their inquiry. I was really intrigued. It turned out wonderfully, coincidentally, that we were already consumers of their brand. We have a home in Ireland, and our grocery store Supervalu, is where we purchase our wines, and we have been buying Invivo Wines for probably as long as they’ve been in business. We’re not just buying them in duress, but choosing to go back time and time again to our local Supervalu and purchase Invivo Wines because we really like them. We had this very exciting phone call. I still nonetheless was confounded. They came to New York, we met, we sat down, we started tasting wine. I shared with them my hesitance, which was based solely on just feeling ill-equipped and not knowledgeable about a business that’s real. For many people, generations of families are involved. I think the most important thing for me about any new business venture in which I feel ill-equipped is finding out how much someone’s willing to let me learn and how involved they’ll let me be. Will they be willing to share their information, talent, and experience, so that I can be more of a worthy partner? They have and they continue to. It’s just been such a wonderful, surprising, exciting, joyful experience. I’m incredibly fond of Tim and Rob and first of all, they are swell guys, but they’re also very good at what they do. I respect them professionally and personally. It’s been an absolutely lovely experience.

A: Awesome. Now, that we know a little about how the brand started, I want to take a step back and talk for a bit about why you chose this venture in the first place. Prior to doing this project with them, I know you were a wine drinker. What wines were you drinking? Do you have any memories of wines in the past or wine experiences that you’d had prior to the project?

SJP: Yes. I started drinking wine probably later than many. I didn’t really understand it. I felt I didn’t know enough to even order it at a restaurant.

A: I think everyone feels that way.

SJP: I got very embarrassed. I would rely on one person who we all assumed had all the information. That would dictate what we were drinking. I always stood at aisles in wine stores. Absolutely stock-still, never knowing what to do. I was seduced by labels and I couldn’t go back to the wine merchant and say to him or her, “I’m sorry, can you help me? I’m looking for what I think maybe this is and we’re going to eat this.” I came to it late, but because I’ve had the privilege of traveling so much for work, at the end of so many days when you’re traveling, especially to countries outside of our own, in my case, they eventually involve dinners and drinks. The more I traveled and the more I was reliant upon local servers in European capital cities, smaller towns, communities, and villages, the more I learned about wine and the more I loved it. I grew to love it because I was experiencing it more often than not. Local wine, table wine, understanding what wine meant in a more whole way. It became something that I really love, which my husband and I loved. When we traveled for pleasure, we would always try to get information from whatever restaurant we were eating out at. What wines were they excited about? What were the great local wines? We were constantly trying to peel labels off bottles and come home and find them in this country. Obviously in this country, we have incredible wines and we have super-knowledgeable servers who love sharing their affection for wine. I think we felt more comfortable. We also were more comfortable with the pure pleasure of enjoyment and not worrying so much about being knowledgeable or an authority. As I said, traveling, a huge part of that experience is culture, but also food and wine.

A: When you were drinking wine, for the most part, was it always with food?

SJP: Yeah, it took me a long time to think of wine as something that can stand on its own. If I saw someone having a glass of wine at 4 in the afternoon, that just baffled me. How did you arrive at that? What was the process? There was no cheese next to you. There’s no oyster. There is no carved meat. Now here I am, 4 o’clock, having a glass of wine. I totally get it.

A: Very cool. When Tim and Rob approached you and you started thinking about it, what was the process of creating the first wines? The first one I know was a Sauvignon Blanc, correct? Were you a big Sauvignon Blanc drinker at the time and were you a big New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc drinker?

SJP: OK, so here’s the thing. I was not and I’ve been very candid about this, and I’ll tell you why. And maybe this is typical of an American consumer who isn’t educated. Chardonnay always seemed easy and understandable to me. It made sense. It didn’t challenge me. Upon a sip, I could understand it. It told me who it was and what it was. Of course, I didn’t know anything about Sauvignon Blanc. I’m probably all wrong and prepared for lots of comments from people who were like, “She’s an idiot.” Sauvignon Blanc seemed more complicated. It seemed like it could be more things. It could have more elasticity. It didn’t sit with certain rigid boundaries around it. Even though I suspected that it would be more right for what I was ordering, I panicked about it.

There is one person I know who always ordered Sauvignon Blanc, and I was so grateful to be in his company because he did it with such ease and he knew about it. When I had it and he ordered it, I liked it, but it intimidated me. I also knew that New Zealand is producing — especially the Marlborough region — some of the best Sauvignon Blanc in the world. I was drawn to it, but I didn’t know where to begin. That was one of the things that terrified me most about this collaboration, is that I felt so undeserving of this endeavor and exercise. Among the many wonderful things that have come of it is I’ve learned about the glory of Sauvignon Blanc and what it can be and how hospitable it is to ideas. It doesn’t have to be high and pointy. It doesn’t have to be thin. It can be more full-figured. How do you honor what is called a Sauvignon Blanc and those grapes and still make it your own? That’s what we were able to do in the blending process, which was incredible. It was terrifying at first. Then, it was a eureka moment. I asked, how much can I push this? How much flexibility do we have? I don’t want to destroy the institution. And we arrived at something that was really exciting to Rob, who’s the winemaker at Invivo. He is an incredibly talented person who also was willing to push back and stand by the things that were important to him, which is also what you want in a partnership. He was so excited about the blend. We did the blending in New York. He went back to New Zealand and did what they do there. They did some unconventional things, which they don’t typically do with a Sauvignon Blanc. Then, the bottle arrived and I was so nervous to open it and taste it because I had a feeling that things can change, right? Things can change in the process and then it’s on the airplane and then it’s traveling and then there’s temperature and then there’s a bottle and then there’s the glass and then there’s sunlight. Would it still be that magical experience, that liquid gold that we felt we had arrived at? I didn’t want to open it because I didn’t want to be disappointed. I can’t even tell you how exciting I was when I chilled it and then opened it. I was actually all by myself. There was a little bit of heaven that came out of that bottle.

A: That’s very cool. It’s interesting to hear share your point about Chardonnay, that it felt more accessible to you at the time, because I think now that’s become Sauvignon Blanc for so many drinkers. It is the white wine that everyone feels comfortable with in orders. I’m curious, you talked a little bit about the blending process. There are lots of people who put their name on products, but what’s interesting is you’ve really gotten involved. I’d like to talk about that a bit. Was that really important to you from the beginning? Besides the blending, how else have you been involved in the creation of the wine?

SJP: I have a fundamental approach to any professional practice or initiative endeavor. I don’t know how to not be involved. It’s just the way that I work, I feel honor-bound by the opportunity and the process. I don’t feel entirely principled about putting my name on something in a casual way. For better or worse, I have to be held accountable. Not only that, I’m much more comfortable and capable of talking about a project when I’ve actually been involved. When I understand what it is to blend grapes and try to arrive at something and play by the rules and understand the rules and when can I bend the rules? That’s been the way I’ve worked as a producer. It’s been the way I worked in fragrance. It’s been the way I worked in my shoe business. I’m just better for being in the conversation down to what I call splitting the atom. Tim and Rob said they wanted that from me. I don’t know what they really expected.

A: Or knew what they were going to get.

SJP: Yeah, correct. But we’re better partners. I’m better with more information than less. I can talk to you about an experience, I can share genuine enthusiasm versus a mercenary approach. For example, I’ll do this, then I’ll talk about it, and then perhaps I’ll make money. I don’t feel that’s the best way for me to work. I’m always involved. I’m involved in all the marketing ideas. I’m involved in the label. I’m involved in the color of the paint. That’s my actual finger on the label.

A: Oh, cool.

SJP: I’m involved in all of it because I have a relationship with anybody who pays any attention to me and they’ve been good enough to invite me into their home for a lot of years. I want to take that relationship seriously. I don’t want to trade on their graciousness, kindness, and the hospitality they’ve shown me for a lot of years. It’s just the way I function. By the way, it doesn’t make all of it easy because that means I’m involved and that means lots of conversations, emails, phone calls, Zoom calls, looking at images, making notes, going back and forth, and making adjustments. Yet, I’m better for it.

A: Very cool. So the Sauvignon Blanc has been out for two years. I know now there’s a rosé, which I want to talk about as well. Was the plan always to expand the line beyond the Sauvignon Blanc?

SJP: In the best possible world, we would have the opportunity. We didn’t know how the 2019 would be received, especially because we were going a little bit rogue, not just arbitrarily so but trying to create something we really loved. I think our intentions were to have a business that grew and continue to offer exciting liquid from a bottle that you felt proud of and wanted to drink ourselves. I think after that 2019 was received well, and also the customer really loved it, we felt more emboldened to do this 2020. But definitely felt more confident in pursuing the rosé. It was really important to Tim and Rob. They’re businessmen and they’re looking at a business that needs to grow. You can’t just hang your hat on one and the grapes are gone. You’ve got to start over again. I think we wanted to, but you don’t know what reception you’re going to get. You can’t count on maturing, but we certainly wanted to and it’s been fantastic.

A: Were you a big rosé drinker before launching the rosé?

SJP: Yes, much more so than I had been a Sauvignon Blanc drinker.

A: Interesting. Because of that, did you have a clear picture in your mind of the type of rosé you wanted because you had been more of a rosé drinker? What was that if you did?

SJP: Yes. As I’ve described, Sauvignon Blanc offered a certain specific terror. Rosé offered a different terror, only because I did know it. We’ve all had great rosés and we’ve all had rosés that disappoint us or actually feel like they’re hostile toward us. I knew that and wanted to make sure I did it right. With my friends, I don’t know about your friends, but they drink rosé all summer. They’re waiting for that moment.

A: I feel like people who love it drink it almost year-long at this point.

SJP: Yes, exactly. I wanted to create something that obviously satisfied that seasonal feeling, but I also wanted it to be a rosé that you could drink anywhere at any time and recreate those feelings. Once again, we wanted to make it in Provence because of that history and because of the knowledge of those particular vineyards, people who have them run them, and the generations of families that have done it. That’s where we started. Once again, this is going to sound familiar, but I wanted a rosé that wasn’t too cloying, but wasn’t better than me — you know, sometimes a rosé is so tight.

A: I know exactly what you’re talking about.

SJP: It’s almost like it’s superior to the drinker. I wanted sophistication and complexity, but I didn’t want it to push me away. Does that make sense?

A: Totally makes sense, 100 percent.

SJP: And I feel we did it.

A: So was that blending also done in New York?

SJP: That one was hard because it was the dead of winter in the middle of a snowstorm. I have to say that I haven’t yet been able to travel to Tim and Rob in New Zealand. Obviously, that’s something I’m desperate to do but when they come, not only do they bring these vials of grapes, but they also have stories of every single vineyard, and you become very wrapped up in every family’s story or every vineyard story. It becomes very painful to not end up with a blend from a vineyard whose story is very compelling, exciting, heartbreaking, and triumphant. As I’m picking, I say, “Oh, no, we didn’t pick that guy, but he’s the guy that did this and that.” That’s also a big part of it, the storytelling and the history of where these grapes are coming from.

A: Now that the brand’s been in the market for two years, where would you like to see the brand go? Sometimes I talk to people who come into wine from other industries and they want their George Clooney moment, let’s call it, where other people want to have it in their family for generations. This is what they’re going to give to their kids. Have you thought about that?

SJP: Well, fortunately, I don’t because it’s within the house of Invivo, which is Tim and Rob, and this exciting, growing business of theirs. Personally, I really love where we are and the business that I get to be part of. I know they’re growing, and I can imagine that they’re becoming people that are interesting to other larger houses. However, I would like to be able to work the way we work and not think about our valuation in the world, more so what are we offering customers? How do we stay involved the way we like to be involved? How does it stay intimate and personal? Obviously, we want the wine to be a success financially because they’ve put so much of their lives into it and they’ve done it all on their own, which is deeply impressive and very moving. But I think personal experiences are often just as important. Perhaps that might have something to do with our success. I think people know that this is personal and we care a great deal about every wine drinker’s experience. I would like it if we can grow within the home that it occupies.

A: It’s important for me to point out that the reason you’re saying these things, which I should have asked earlier, you are on the board at Invivo, part of your involvement is actually part of the entire company. I think that makes a lot more sense to listeners to understand why you’d like to see the entire company grow, which is really awesome. I do have one last question that my staff will kill me if I don’t ask, is that everyone’s very excited about the announcement of “Sex and the City” coming back. Will any of your wines make an appearance?

SJP: Listen, Adam, this is such a weird world for me because I’ve never been good at trading on that relationship. I don’t know that I exist in Carrie Bradshaw’s world. Like literally, I don’t think I exist. I just feel like you cross lines when you do that. The minute I think you start cross-promoting, there’s something that feels ugly to me. It feels like I’m exploiting something that’s really important to people. As much as I would like to feature Invivo wines on the set and background — that may not be in my apartment, but in Charlotte’s or Miranda’s — I just feel like it’s unethical, so probably not. I’m sure Rob and Tim hate hearing that, but I feel like viewers will feel exploited, taken advantage of in some way. I have to be more principled about it. Does that make sense?

A: Totally makes sense. And I love the answer. Actually, I think it makes a ton of sense. It’s why so many of us love you. Thank you so much. This has been a really interesting conversation.

SJP: Next time longer, I hope.

A: Yes, for sure. You can find the wines nationally, right?

SJP: That’s right. And I don’t know if anyone may or may not be on Instagram, they can go to @invivoxsjp. The really amazing thing that Tim and Rob have done on social media is if you go to @invivoxsjp on Instagram, there is a system of going to our website and typing in your zip code and you can find your local wine merchants. You can find restaurants that are serving the wine and lots of ways to get your hands on it.

A: Amazing. Well, thank you so much again for taking the time to chat with me. I really appreciate it.

SJP: Thank you, Adam. It was really lovely talking to you!

Thanks so much for listening to the VinePair podcast. If you love this show as much as we love making it, then please leave us a rating or review on iTunes, Spotify, Stitcher, or wherever it is you get your podcasts. It really helps everyone else discover the show.

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wineanddinosaur · 4 years ago

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Next Round: Sarah Jessica Parker Navigates Wine Entrepreneurship

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Adam Teeter: From VinePair’s New York City headquarters, I’m Adam Teeter, and today we are talking with Sarah Jessica Parker. Sarah Jessica, thank you so much for joining me.

Sarah Jessica Parker: Thank you, Adam! Thank you for having me.

A: It’s really exciting to have you on the podcast and to have someone who has recently released a wine. Your wines have been in the market for two years, now?

A: That’s perfect. SJP launched two years ago. Can you talk to me a little bit about the project, how it came to be and how you got involved?

SJP: Yes. I started drinking wine probably later than many. I didn’t really understand it. I felt I didn’t know enough to even order it at a restaurant.

A: I think everyone feels that way.

A: When you were drinking wine, for the most part, was it always with food?

A: Or knew what they were going to get.

A: Oh, cool.

A: Very cool. So the Sauvignon Blanc has been out for two years. I know now there’s a rosé, which I want to talk about as well. Was the plan always to expand the line beyond the Sauvignon Blanc?

A: Were you a big rosé drinker before launching the rosé?

SJP: Yes, much more so than I had been a Sauvignon Blanc drinker.

A: Interesting. Because of that, did you have a clear picture in your mind of the type of rosé you wanted because you had been more of a rosé drinker? What was that if you did?

A: I feel like people who love it drink it almost year-long at this point.

A: I know exactly what you’re talking about.

SJP: It’s almost like it’s superior to the drinker. I wanted sophistication and complexity, but I didn’t want it to push me away. Does that make sense?

A: Totally makes sense, 100 percent.

SJP: And I feel we did it.

A: So was that blending also done in New York?

A: Totally makes sense. And I love the answer. Actually, I think it makes a ton of sense. It’s why so many of us love you. Thank you so much. This has been a really interesting conversation.

SJP: Next time longer, I hope.

A: Yes, for sure. You can find the wines nationally, right?

A: Amazing. Well, thank you so much again for taking the time to chat with me. I really appreciate it.

SJP: Thank you, Adam. It was really lovely talking to you!

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the-fangirlingwriter · 7 years ago

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love, alcohol and movie sets

inspired by “I’m Drunk, I Love You”

"Ready, guys?" Direk shouts over the increasing noise. We nod in reply, and he returns his gaze to the rest of the staff. "Quiet on the set! Now, three, two, one, action."

"Elise," Dante utters, bringing my focus back to him. "I want you to know that I didn't do anything you wouldn't like. I don't know what the others are saying, but whatever they are I would never do those horrible things to you."

He says this as he opens a green bottle of alcohol, then hands it to me. Sort of like a peace offering. It says so in the script, but the audience doesn't get to see that. They're left to interpret it as an obligatory gesture, but never as something straight from the past. Nothing ever stays the same, as real and as pure as the source material when it's adapted into something else.

I take the object from his hand, pausing for a few seconds and finally taking a swig. He does the same, visibly anxious as he waits for my reply and I take my time to think about a particular scene in the book that didn't make it to the final script. It's about the first time Elise and Carlos went out alone, and it remains a cute, fond memory in my mind.

It's described to be at the early stages of their friendship, when they were first getting used to each other in person, like how one would wear a new pair of shoes slightly different from what they're used to. In the first month of freshman year, Carlos asked my character if she would accompany him to the nearby convenience store. Elise, lovestruck as ever and of course wanting more of his time, predictably said yes.

I remember Elise eliciting a happy "Yay!" from him when she said sure, and how she was frowning a little because he sounded so nervous when he did so, like he was asking--admitting, rather, to doing something wrong.

He asks her if she wanted anything. She replies no, that she was fine, thank you. but he gets her a can of beer anyway, even though Elise didn't drink the beverage. But life has its funny ways, because fast forward to senior year and they're into the harder stuff, drinking in pubs and participating in drinking games in their organization's house.

His voice takes me back to reality, and I'm thankful that I needed to look like I spaced out lest the director asked for another take. This was our fourth, and the wasted alcohol didn't really sit well with my conscience. "Please, say something."

I stare at him with searching eyes, recalling the lines and preparing myself to project them. It was a miracle that I could still remember them at this point. "Really? Then would you kindly tell your friend to stop, please? This was supposed to be a fun trip to La Union-- you and me. It was supposed to be just the two of us, then you brought her along and the rest of your squad followed." I chug down a swig, closing my eyes and feeling the fizz of the beverage.

Switching to a more accusatory tone, I say, "I don't even know why you decided to have a girlfriend without telling me first. I mean, it's your life, but I'm still your best friend." I bite my lip after the last sentence. The words sting-- both as myself Alicia and as my character Elise. Emotional instability wasn't something anyone would welcome, but today, right here, right now, at this moment, it's all I ever want. "It would be nice to know how my best friend's life is going."

"She's not my girlfriend," he exclaims immediately after I finish my sentence. It's not like him in real life to (almost, in this case) cut off people, and he's just that polite that it rubs off on his character during filming. Luckily he's an actor so he plays it off smoothly, like everything else that he does. "Ashley's not my type. I just couldn't say no to her since our moms are friends. Come to think of it, maybe that's how she found out about the trip."

My head falls slightly to the side, my eyes tracing the soft curl of his long eyelashes, which are longer than my own. "Yeah...maybe." "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, Elise."

Redemption sets in, and at this point Elise makes sense of what happened but still holds a little grudge. A little indifferent, I say, "I forgive you." "Paolo and the others are heading to the club later. I think Ashley's going with them." I make a face at the sound of so many lights, sweat and dirty sexual intention, and he continues with the trace of an amused look on his face. "I know we both don't like those kinds of environments, so what do you think about a peaceful night out? Just the two of us?"

I pretend to consider his suggestion. In my mind-- and Elise's-- it was a definite yes. Nothing else.

"Please, let me make it up to you. I know things haven't been the greatest, but this is what we had in mind at the very start, so even just for a short while, maybe we could-"

"Sure, Carlos," I smile. "Why not?"

He looks rather pleased, and relieved at my reply. "Thank you. Thank you so much." He reaches out for a hug, which I cherish more than I should since Dante would never hug me like this in real life.

"I've missed you, Carlos. I can't wait for tonight." Dante gets up to leave, cueing me to lower my voice to a soft whisper, but still audible enough for the microphone to hear. "Just us. Again. Like the old days."

But the audience doesn't get to see that.

We move quickly to the next location-- a beach already decorated with all sorts of lanterns and occupied by a bunch of extras. I'm ushered almost immediately to get into wardrobe when we arrive-- and moments later I'm sporting a pair of frayed denim shorts, a loose, bohemian white cardigan and a flowing mauve top. The platinum blonde streak in my slightly wavy brown hair is incredibly prominent at this point, since Elise often wore her hair in a bun. Later in the movie, however, we film a scene where she's wearing a braid. At least, that's what I've heard from my stylist.

I get out of wardrobe about the same time as Dante (shocker), who's wearing a pair of dark blue swimming trunks and a fitting white shirt. Honestly, what is it about white shirts that make guys--especially the ones you like--look even hotter than usual?

In fact, why is Dante Ashford so attractive? To others, he may not look like much, but to me he is everything from the stars and the sun and beyond. It baffles me how I find him-- a guy with honestly mediocre looks-- so incredibly beautiful.

Maybe that's the magic of love.

The next scene consists of Carlos and Elise laying on the pure, white sand, having a conversation just on the edge of teasing before both of them strip down to their bathing suits and head to the water, creating more sexual tension just in time for Elise to get even more drunk and almost confess her feelings for Carlos. The key factor here is just that-- the alcohol, and I'm a tad bit worried (as well as secretly hoping) that I will parallel Elise's situation.

Hah. Like I wasn't already.

I push away my worries, remembering my "alcohol tolerance training". A few months before the shoot, I tested my boundaries for alcohol and drank a little more each time to help my body get used to it. Probably not the healthiest thing to do, but it proved useful since that scene from earlier. I have a stronger alcohol tolerance now, but Dante doesn't know that and tonight is all the more reason for him not to.

Maybe, if I convince myself that I'm drunk enough, I might be able to confess my feelings for him.

I just hope it doesn't get a little too awkward.

Playing in the water is a piece of cake-- it's not hard to fake fun when you're with the person you love. Heck, you don't even have to. All emotions that you feel-- you don't fake. You just mask. "Aah!"

I slip on the sand-- I slip on the fucking sand and grab desperately on the closest thing to me-- Dante's arms. I try to ignore that my head is against his bare chest, that we're out in the beach with so many people watching us and I am in a bikini and this is not in the script at all--and just go along with it.

Dante's good at improv, and so am I, but I hold my breath and hope anyway that he'll catch on.

He does. Laughing lightly, he asks, "You okay?"

"Yeah," I reply, raising my head and looking into his eyes, mine wide. His pupils are dilated, which I assume is from the beginning sunset and the sheer lack of lighting. "Thank you."

Time stops. We're standing there, looking, alternating between the sunset and the other's eyes, and nothing else matters. It's just me and him. Carlos and Elise. Dante and Alicia. Alone.

Just like the old days.

I remember that Elise's shy, so I look down on my hands and back away. Returning to the script, I splash him again with water and utter a few sentences of dialogue, and we're off to the next scene.

Alcohol is fucking delicious.

There's a scene in the film where we go to a restaurant after swimming, so we're dressed a little more formally this time. I'm wearing a black dress that's just slightly revealing my legs and he's wearing black slacks and a red button down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows (please fucking kill me) but the content in the scene is not as classy.

Carlos, being the driver, can't drink. But I'm the passenger and the restaurant has a wide selection of high-quality drinks, so I get to taste Heaven. Poor Carlos. I'm lucky to be Elise.

"You know, Elise," Dante says, taking a bite of blueberry cheesecake. "I think we should go out here more often. Just us, no one else." I raise an eyebrow.

"And I'll make sure Ashley and the others won't find out."

"Maybe we could go somewhere else. Explore. El Nido, maybe?

"That would be nice, if I had enough money."

He erupts into a fit of giggles, and soon enough I'm laughing along with him. Carlos and Elise are rich, but not rich enough that would allow them to go on a trip by plane. Road trips are the best option...for now.

"Someday, Carlos. We'll go to El Nido and swim with the fishes and who knows, you might even step on a sea urchin."

"My father stepped on a sea urchin once, when he was younger. History will not repeat itself this time."

"Hah! We'll see."

"Excuse me."

The waiter arrives, smiling at us as he places a glass of pale gold substance on the table. "Caribou Lou, ma'am, sir. Enjoy."

Dante eyes the drink, which I take away from his gaze and give him a teasing look. He pouts, making me giggle before I took a sip. "Mm. Tastes like pineapple. Then there's coconut and...oh! Rum. Of course."

"I wish I could have a sip, but I'm the designated driver so..."

"Want one?"

"Are you kidding me? That's like, almost pure alcohol. I'd advise you to be careful, but you already ordered."

"Hee hee! You know you love me."

It doesn't take long for me to finish the drink. Same goes for the effect. A few chugs and it feels like I'm tripping on LSD. Just a little tipsy though, as one might say.

"All right, we better get home before the alcohol really gets to your system," he says, calling the waiter for the bill.

"Aww, but I'm having a lot of fun!" I stomp my feet in a quick succession, pouting and giggling almost a little too loudly. I hate to say it, but the alcohol's starting to take effect-- even more quickly than I expected. I wonder how I'm even able to create a sentence without another interrupting my train of thought.

"Let's go, Elise." He pays the bill and helps me stand up, and I grin and cling to his arm.

We walk out the door, ending the scene with a lot more authenticity than I had in mind.

But, of course, the audience doesn't get to know that unless we tell them in an interview.

The next scene is horrendous. I'm supposed to sing--badly, might I add, for the whole trip back to out hotel. It's very short, although humiliating, and there's no doubt it will become a joke of some sort before and after release of the film. I actually want to forget about it-- drunk me is so embarrassing and no one else has to know that.

Another thing no one else has to know about is my big, fat crush on the man I’m playing opposite to. Elise, sadly, doesn’t end up with Carlos, and dear God am I so afraid that it will happen to me too..

I didn’t have to worry about it for the time being, though. By some fantastic miracle we were able to shoot without any Freudian slips or anything of the sort. I survived...

But I'm not sure about after filming. It's a wrap for the day and it's so incredibly boring because for the amount of alcohol I drank I didn't even get DRUNK like what the fuck?? Weak shit??? Omg??

The world is a happy, happy place. But then it's also sad because there's AIDS and HIV and people are dying and there's world hunger and there's war in Iran and in Syria and the Philippines is still a third world country and can Asians be sexy oh wait that's a video right HAHAHAHA

Whycan'tpeopleloveme? Sad.

Why is the car stopping what why am I in a car oh hahaha

Right

I'm in a movie shoot

HAHAHA just got home at midnight you fuckers

No fucking curfew bitchhh

Such a fucking ADULT

Oh hey someone's here to escort me to my room! Wow he looks so...HOT!

So...HOT!

"Heeeyyyyy." I grin, taking his hand and stepping out the door. My legs feel like jelly...but why?

"Oh no, Alicia," he replies. He looks worried. Who's Alicia?

"Don't you...love meee?"

"What?"

"Love. Me. Who's Alicia?"

"That's you."

I guess he got impatient with me so he just picked me up and carried me to a room? Ugh. Guy doesn't know how to wait. What. A. Turnoff.

Still cute though.

"You know...hm....whaaat's your name?"

"Dante. Dante, Alicia. You need some water."

He takes a bottle of...ev...evia...evi From his bag and hands it to me.

"This is sealed...isn't it? You're not....drug..me?"

He looks at me in the eye. "No, Alicia. Never."

I plop myself on the bed, opening the bottle and draining it halfway through. "Aaaah! Thank you, kind sir! Your kindness...will forever be appreciated! Kaso...walang...forever..."

A wave of sadness washes over me and tears begin to prick my eyes. "Walang...forever..."

He places a hand on my shoulder and speaks. "Alicia, you need to rest. We still have shooting tomorrow. Actually, I do, and you don't...but still. Go to sleep."

His voice is soooooo soothing. I want..this man...so...hot...

But my heart belongs to another. Someone...hotter than him. This guy looks like a nerd.

"You can't-" I throw off his hand. "touch me! My heart belongs to someone else." His face falls. "Really?"

"Yes. He's...hotter than youu. And I think he loves me."

"Well, good luck with him."

"I'll tell you who it is, but keep it a secret, okay?" I giggle, then look at him in all seriousness.

"Alicia-"

"I love..."

The morning after

What happened last night?

My head is pounding. Horribly. And I can't remember anything after going to dinner.

I look down. I'm wearing a t-shirt and shorts, certainly not the black dress I wore last night. My heart rushes into a frenzy. Who changed my clothes? How did I get back to the hotel? Who was I with? What did I do?

Just how drunk was I?!

"Dante," I spoke in a hushed voice. "What happened last night?"

Dante's on his lunch break and my head still hurts a little bit, but it's a lot easier to walk around now as compared to this morning.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asks.

"Yes now what happened last night?"

"You really can't remember?" he asks, an edge of amusement present in his tone.

"What does it look like?"

"We shot the restaurant and car scene. You drank Caribou Lou, remember? You were hopelessly drunk."

I pressed further. "And?"

"I led you back to your hotel room."

"Who fucking changed my clothes?"

"Ricoletta. It's Ricoletta."

The half-Italian girl who plays one of my friends. "Then?"

He hides a smile at the last second. "That's it."

"...No way."

"Yes way."

"I do not believe you for one second. I swear, the crew laughs when I pass by." There are a handful of scenes left to film, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to handle the torture for the rest of the month.

"They do? Same with me." "Dante!"

"That's all, I promise you."

"You may be an actor but I know when you're lying to me, Dante."

"I'm not."

"When will you ever speak the truth?"

"I am."

"Dante!"

I am so, so frustrated at this point I don't care about the headache. Right when I'm about to insult the son of a bitch, the director calls for him and it's my time to shut up.

"Later, Alicia. Get better soon!"

The fucker even has the nerve to skip away, leaving me alone looking like a total bitch with my eyebrows furrowed, eyes narrowed and arms crossed. This is not according to plan. Pretending to be drunk enough to probably confess is the plan. Instead, I actually got terribly drunk and the aftermath is a total pain to go through.

I hate you, Dante Ashford, and I will make you pay no matter how much I love you. "Please, please just tell me what happened," I shake his arm when we walk out from the dining room. Dinner was a loud mess (for me, anyway) and it was torture waiting for it to end just to talk to him.

"That's what happened. I gave you a water bottle, if that's what you want. Left a couple Advils on the nightstand, too."

"By the way you're acting, I can tell something else other than that happened." "You know? There might be."

My breath hitches. Dante's a gentleman, but there's always that one fear that could possibly happen whenever someone's intoxicated. "And that is?" He stays silent, looking at the scenery around him. I realize that we're near the pool, in an area a little bit secluded.

But the view, at this point, is beautiful.

The skyline is breathtaking. City lights illuminate the night, and I'm left speechless at the sight.

"Alicia?"

I tear my gaze away and look at him. We're close, closer than usual and soon it's just me, him and the pounding of my heart.

He plays with my braid, which has been tied ever since this morning. I frown slightly at him when he pulls the ponytail, letting my hair flow free in the wind. "Dante? Why did you--"

"Alicia, I like you."

My heart explodes. "Huh?"

"I felt a connection ever since we first met at university. I like you, Alicia. A lot. And I know you probably like someone else, but I just had to let you know." I. Can't. Breathe. And I can't believe it either. Somehow, Drunk Me didn't tell him I like him.

"What do you mean?”

"I touched your shoulder when I was telling you to fall asleep. You shoved it away and told me your heart belonged to someone else. Someone...hotter than me. You were going to say his name, but you passed out."

I bite my lip and exhale. I want to jump all over the place. The guy I love loves me back.

Poor Dante, though...the suspense must've killed him.

His eyes are hopeful as he takes my hands in his. "Please, say something."

I smile. Liberation is one of the best feelings in the world.

"I don't know who drunk me was thinking, but it's you that I like."

His grin makes everything I've been through worth it.

#love alcohol and movie sets #i'm drunk i love you #semi-fan fiction?

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teamevilwinter-blog · 7 years ago

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Luna ( A Winter Soldier Story) Part 12

Pairing: Bucky x OC(Luna)

Summary: Character is a super soldier who escaped Hydra after S.H.E.I.L.D fell. As she recounts her past she finds herself in New York City seeking out a certain soldier who is the only one who can help her find peace within herself. This chapter is the conclusion to the series.

Word Count: 2,130

A/N: I am so relieved to finally have this out. I havent updated in literally forever!! Enjoy!

Catch up here: Luna Masterlist

~ Part 11 ~

Bucky’s POV

“How could this have happened!?! I thought she was under security!!” I shouted at Stark as Steve attempted to pull me back by the arm. I knew it was wrong to be directing all my anger at Stark, especially after all he had done to save Luna in the first place.

Stark was quick to retort, “I am not the one who should be at blame here! You were the last person to see her before she left. So let me ask you this Barnes. What the hell happened?”

Steve stepped in between us putting an end to the argument, “This is not the time to be throwing around accusations! We have to focus on the matter at hand. Which is that Luna is gone.”

“Ran away, seems more fitting.” All heads turned to the figure leaning against the doorway. It was Romanoff, just come back from security central. “I obtained the security footage from the past few hours. While Luna may have disabled the alarms, she left the cameras alone.”

The red head made her way over to a monitor and synced up her tablet to show us the footage. The first clip was of the hallway just outside this room. The guard was there, this time standing tall and alert. Moments passed and the door creeped open a crack. Something was thrown into the hallway, catching the guards attention. By the time he turned back, it was too late. Luna had used the distraction to her advantage and swung a solid hit to his jaw. The guard stumbled and then Luna swiped at his face, leaving a nasty cut above his eye.

“What did she use to cut him?” Stark asked, clearly as stunned as the rest of us.

“Most crucial tip of any assassin: anything can be used as weapon. By the looks of it this room has no shortage of possible ideas.” Natasha replied, her arm gesturing to the multiple items in the room.

The next several clips showed Luna taking out guard after guard expertly until she finally made it to security central. According to Stark, the whole reason the alarms didnt go off when she left the tower was because Luna hacked into the system and shut it down.

“We underestimated her.” Steve said what we were all thinking.

Natasha nodded her head in agreement. “Not to mention she just had surgery. If she can take out this entire tower’s security while still in recovery, imagine her potential when she’s in full health.”

“Like you said she’s an assassin-” Stark added.

“- Ex-assassin…. Don’t forget she’s no longer Hydra.” My voice was clipped and no doubt my expression matched.

Stark threw me a look of pure venom before continuing. “Like I was saying, Luna is an ex-assassin who just perfectly demonstrated she had the ability to leave this tower any time she wanted. But she didn’t because she had no reason to. Now that she’s gone I wonder what her reason was.”

Even though Stark didnt directly look at me while saying it, it was evident he knew something was up.

Steve cleared his throat interrupting the thickening silence. “Buck, you mentioned a note when we first got here. That’s how you knew she was gone?”

“Yeah, I um, found it in a book in her room. I was only there because I couldn’t sleep and found it…comforting.” I tried my hardest to make it sound as normal as possible. Like any guy would just enter a girls room and rifle through their reading selections. Gosh that was real smooth.

I took the slip out my pocket, unfolded it and read the words that had initially made my heart stop:

To whom it may concern,

I’m sorry that I’ve left so abruptly. I couldn’t stand another second in that room or in this tower. I don’t wish for my departure to seem like I’m ungrateful for all that everyone has done for me. You’ve given me my life back and I will forever be thankful.

However in the process, some things have arisen that I must deal with on my own. There is no telling how long I will be gone but I assure you I will return to repay the debt that I so heavily owe.

Thank you all again. And farewell....

Luna

“’Some things have arisen’? What does she mean by that?” Natasha looked at the others in confusion.

“Barnes?” I could feel Stark’s eyes boring into the side of my head.

I sighed. Might as well just say it. “The Winter Soldier…killed Luna’s parents. A fact she became aware of when she experienced repressed memories during her surgery” I faced Stark and looked him dead on. “So technically your right. It is my fault. And so are a million other things. None of which I could control. This included. When I came to talk to her this evening she was….inconsolable. Nothing I said or did made anything better. So maybe I’m insane for saying this but…I think she did the right thing.”

Stark failed to mask his astoundment,”Are you insane?”

“He’s right” Natasha stepped in before Stark could continue. “ Those tapes proved she can hold her own just fine. Not to mention she was already living alone for four years prior to coming here. With that aside, we have to consider her emotional state right now. A sudden onset of traumatic memories right after you’ve woken up from brain surgery is a lot. More than even she could handle. We all have our ways of coping. My guess is she didnt leave the city. Just went somewhere where she feels most at peace. To help her get through this.”

“Oh my gosh.” I whispered.

“What?” Steve stepped towards me.

I help up the slip. “Theres a part of the note I didnt read to you. I thought it was just a rhyme that she wrote but I think its a clue. ‘The only place I feel free, amongst the stars I will be.’ Does New York City have an observatory of some sort?”

“The closest is Staten Island. Which is way too far.”

“Ok then….whats the tallest building in NYC?” I was starting to figure out where she might have gone.

“One World Trade Center. Access to the roof is restricted but it has an observatory deck.” Natasha replied.

“Thats it. I know she’s there.” I was out the door before anyone could question it. I heard Steve called out after me but my mind was already made.

By the time I made it to the center it was just shy of 9 in the morning. I had opted to walk the whole way through the night using the time to think about what I would say once I found her. After buying a ticket I made my way to the observatory deck, as always keeping a low profile.

I was surprised at the amount of people, considering how early it was. I searched the crowd looking out for that raven-haired bun I always saw on her. I walked over to the edge of the room passing a few couples and families with some rowdy kids.

I peered out of the floor to ceiling windows, tilting my head to the sky. Even though the stars had disappeared hours ago I still felt a strange closeness to it all. A sudden movement caught my right eye and I pivoted to look. Thats when I saw it. A streak of dark tresses piled high ontop of a head and flash of tan skin as the body moved swiftly back into the crowd.

I took after her, delving between tourists and guides. I caught her just as she was about to enter the elevator to go down. “Luna!”

The figure turned and thats when my hopes shattered. The girl, a complete and utter stranger, gave a look of bewilderment as she shook my arm away. “Hey! Can I help you sir?”

“Uh, no. No I’m so sorry I thought you were someone else.” I stuttered out the apology. The girl gave me one last baffled look before stepping away into the elevator.

I returned to the windows, more frustrated than ever. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe she was never here at all. There was a couple not too far away from where I stood, silently admiring the horizon. What caught my attention wasn’t the unusual distance between them, but the girl herself. Or rather her hair.

Usually I don’t take notice to stuff like that. But this was an exception. It cascaded down her back in loose curls stopping just above her waist. I felt weird staring but something about it just didn't seem right. The guy beside her walked away revealing her face to me.

I dared to sneak a glance and when I did I just about fell over. Luna didn't look surprised to see me, she just looked...exhausted. I saw her breathe in deeply but she made no move to walk over. So I did instead.

Just as I came within earshot she started to talk, "James, I have to apol–"

Before I could think about what I was doing I pulled her close to me and met my lips with hers. She tensed and that's when I realized I made a mistake kissing her. I was ready to pull away but then her hand found the back of my neck and she relaxed into the kiss.

My own hands migrated from her waist up to the base of her hair. My god this hair. Why on earth would she keep it up? It transformed her. So much so that I didn’t recognize her when I was initially passed her.

The kiss grew deep as we disregarded our surroundings and focused soley on the two of us.

“Hey you two! Get a room will ya?” A brutish voice yell from behind us. That seemed to snap us out of it as we broke apart. Luna was just as breathless as I. Her hand fell from my neck giving me the chance to grab it and guide her away to somewhere with less people.

Luckily I found a small alcove away from the mass. I checked behind my shoulder out of habit. Then turned back to be met with those bright eyes of her.

“James-” I raised my hand to stop her.

“Luna, I knew what you were gonna say and it is not necessary to apologize.” My hands came to rest lightly on her shoulders.

She gazed at me in confusion. “How can you say that? I practically threw a tantrum right in your face! I yelled and cried and didnt even give you a single chance to explain yourself!”

“I know. And initially I was incredibly upset that you did that. But then I considered the circumstances. I sorta know what it feels like to wake up from a surgery with your whole life changed.”

Luna glanced down at my left arm as I saw her visibly gulp. “James....as much as you don't want me to say it, I have to take responsibility for my actions. I probably caused quite the scene back at the tower.”

I couldn't help but scoff slightly. “Yeah, you could say that.”

Luna’s expression hinted at guilt. “Is anyone seriously hurt?”

“Not seriously. Some of those guards may be walking around for awhile with some nasty bruises but they’ll be fine. I have to say though, what you pulled off was pretty impressive despite the circumstances.”

She sighed, looking off in the direction of the masses. “I completely regret it. I wasn't thinking straight y’know? Just needed to get out of there. Now I doubt Tony will ever let me in the Tower again.”

That caught me off guard. “Your saying you would return??”

Luna leaned against the alcove, crossing her arms. “Well of course but I’ve kinda ruined my chances now.”

I chuckled softly at that. “Your crazy if you think Stark would kick you out of the tower. I mean yeah the guy has got issues, but he isn't cold-hearted. Besides everyone is sorta getting used to having you around. And with talents like yours maybe some day you could be an agent.”

She looked up at me with hope in her eyes “You really believe that?”

I stepped towards her, closing the gap between us. “Of course I do.”

Luna looked down for a moment and when she came back up I noticed a glimmering in her eyes. I wrapped her in a hug as she began to cry.

Through the quiet sobs, I heard her tearful words.

“Thank you Bucky. Without you I wouldn't have gotten my life back. Without you I would have ceased to be Luna. Thank you.”

MMMMMMM The end? Not so fast. there is a very cute epilogue heading your way!

Tags: @nodramaaloud @peony13 @chipilerendi

#bucky x reader #bucky x oc #bucky imagine #bucky fanfic #Bucky Barnes #the winter soldier

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eludum-a · 7 years ago

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500 follower follow forever!

it happened. god knows why so many of you are here, but apparently you like what i do, so... well, thank you! to everyone! but this is a very informal follow forever meant specifically for people i speak to regularly/people i consider my friends/people i feel i owe something to. i haven’t done anything like this since the 100 follower mark, so please bear with me.

i felt like i needed to do this because, in the wise words of taako the wizard, “it doesn’t always have to be goof goof dildo. i’m traveling around with the boner squad and i never get to say... what i’m feeling! i have emotions!”

if you’re not here, please don’t feel like i don’t appreciate you! i only have the energy for so much love here in my body. if you’ve been inactive/are on hiatus, i might have missed you, and if we haven’t really talked a lot ooc, same thing applies.

(i have been working on this on and off for weeks. im so tired pls just let me be finished with it)

anyway, call outs below the cut!

@unsuspicious: cou, you send me so many baffling and strange images at all hours of the day. i had to lead up with this because where do you even get all those. anyway, you’re definitely the person i talk to the most every day, and it’s weird as shit to think that the last thing in tumblr messenger was me sending you the link to the discord channel. you’re a fantastic roleplayer when you actually roleplay and you’re fun to have around!

@hismalice: raz you are one of my favorite people on this god forsaken hell site and don’t ever forget that. if you need a reminder you can come back here and look at this and see this seal of approval, and also the mental image of me saying “no, fuck you” to your negative thoughts and then punching them in the face heaven slaying dragon fist style. if you ever wanna talk you know where to find me and it’s also ok if you don’t want to!! i’ll still be here regardless.

@cantalazarus: god bless the hinatatas, may they grow strong and powerful this year. amen. on a more real note: this is my official notice that i really appreciate you just... in general, as a person, even if im an asshole who has trouble with, like, Feelings and shit. so there’s that. same as with raz above, you obviously know where to find me whenever you wanna talk. and take as long as you need to recharge your batteries!! no rush

@mxssias: ALEX MY MAN... BOY... GUY! DUDE, PAL, WHATEVER. your naegi is LIT. i love the good good egg boy so much and you do him justice!! you don’t just focus on the lighter aspects of his character, but you recognize his various struggles as well! you’re also just a fun person to talk to and i’d love to do more naenami in the future of COURSE

@ayatsurii the sparkliest of cats! yo, sparkle, thank u for turning me on to pekonami because it’s so good and pure, and thank you also for trying to keep things from burning down in the chat when we get too rowdy (even if you’re not successful... we can’t be tamed). i look forward to future pekonami interactions!

@snappshot: sarah is wonderful at everything she does, sorry i dont make the rules. you’ve been around this blog for what feels like forever now?? first as mahiru (and your mahiru rly captured my heart) but also sayaka and kaede and your persona muses are equally wonderful! idk what i’d have done if you weren’t there to reassure me i was doing a good job. god bless sarah

@anemoia-avenoir / @ongakuvoices: rrrrrrrrIO! you’re lovely and you should know it. i know we don’t really talk much ooc but you definitely deserved a spot in here! your passion for your muses is incredible! your love for them shows in the details of your writing, and i know it can be frustrating sometimes to feel like you’re not good enough (believe me... i have been there many times), but believe me... you’re gonna do amazing things, i just know it.

@malchancevilain YOU STILL OWE ME 15 DOLLARS AND I AIM TO COLLECT, GREG GRIMALDIS. NO MATTER WHERE IN THE MULTIVERSE YOU ARE. ahem. we share a lot of common interests, watchy, and i really do love your luckgami, like, a lot. i love how different his background is without changing who he is fundamentally as a person, aka a snob

@shpionaz: *insert obligatory ‘like a boss’ joke here* ok now that we’ve gotten that over with,,, im so grateful i got a chance to play out the oumanami brotp interactions with you because that was on my wishlist almost as soon as i found out about their sprite similarities and we didn’t even have to try, it just happened. you’re first ouma in my heart forever and i can’t wait to do some things with your oc too!!

@gambogeish: it’s kind of ironic how i didn’t finish twewy until we became friends, when it was first gifted to me by my boyfriend... it’s probably just the difference in maturity/gaming ability from then to now, but ANYWAY: i am so glad to have met you. you’re one of the first people in the community i’ve really connected with, and you’re an awesome person who i’d love to roleplay with regardless of muse. i’ve got a virtual high five right here waiting for you. o/

@pseudxcode syd, god bless your chihiro, honestly. he’s such a sweet little guy and i love his interactions with chiaki! of course i’ve always been a fan of these two together (even when she’s NOT an AI created by him), because their talents complement each other so well! they’re good for each other. i’d love to see more chiaki & chihiro action, especially if it involves chiaki encouraging him and reassuring him that he’s not as weak as he thinks he is.

@kibcu / @krclowa we only recently started talking but you’re such a welcome addition to thotchat, liz! take that as you will. this one’s probably gonna be a bit short but im looking forward to platonic naenami interactions and ur sonia too! aunty nanami’s gonna babysit the hell out of those naegi kids (aka give them all smartphones and sit back and relax)

@synthxsizxr GOOD IDOL, BEST SISTER, AKI LOVES HER HARU even if she really doesnt understand the idol lifestyle like, at all. chi, you yourself are very sweet and kind, it’s wonderful having you here in this community! i hope you’re having a lot of fun with your talentswap chiaki and i hope

@relixum / @lxckyclovers: i hope you two don’t mind that i put you together here. i know you’ve been busy with school lately (good luck with that, by the way!!) but i didn’t want you to think i forgot about you! you guys make a mom/dad/parental unit so proud. you’re wonderful writers and i hope you find happiness wherever you go. *bob belcher voice* you’re my family and i love you but you’re terrible, you’re all terrible.

@tcndcrloins levi you’re the other constant presence in thotchat and you’re such a fun person to have around. you’re so welcoming and comfortable in a sense that i never feel like i’m bothering you, and thats a pretty incredibly accomplishment considering how often i convince myself im annoying. get those drafts done, i believe in you!!

@delinqueon avery, you were probably the first person within the community i talked to one on one, and thank god you approached me because at that point i never would have had the courage to speak up! your leon is such a delight to interact with and so are your other characters. one day you’ll get me back for making you read the bee movie script out loud for fifteen minutes.... one day

@betraycd last but not least, first i have to thank fin for my current editing software that i still have yet to figure out even 10% of ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) but i’ll get there! fin, i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: i absolutely adore your souda, all of the time and effort you’ve put into his characterization and how you don’t ignore the uglier parts of his personality. he’s a lovely flawed boy and you really do him justice!

after word:

like any community with more than a few people, there have been ups and downs in the path few months. i wanted to add here as a general shout out that i have never felt so welcome and loved in a community that i originally would have thought would be more disjointed than what you might find on a forum. like, i’ve changed a lot thanks to you guys! i’ve been able to get over some of the hurdles of my social anxiety (i didnt jump over them so much as drag myself across the ground and painfully crawl over them) and i just... i feel good? i feel like people like me? there are still times where my anxiety insists i’m nothing but a useless burden, but i actually... feel like people enjoy having me around? holy shit!

i made some really cool new friends and got to know a different kind of roleplay community. im overall incredibly grateful for this wild and weird journey i’ve been on, and the journey certainly isn’t over by any means! i hope to keep seeing you guys around!

these words really arent even enough to express my gratitude. i havent been to some really dark places, but there for a while i felt like i was almost completely alone. i simply wasn’t connecting with other people like i wanted to. about 3-4 years ago i lost contact with (long story) my roleplay partners of 4 years and it wasn’t an easy thing to recover from, but i’m here now and it’s just... really good! incredible, even!

komussy

#[welcome to my christian minecraft server // ooc]#follow forever #it's 12:36 am and im posting this. fuck it #i'll reblog it again tomorrow #...later today

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