#like ive seen the full model of the eye so ive known it for a while but this is like...canon confirmation in official book format

[drenched-in-sunlight]

the SoTE artbook making sure there's no ambiguity in the fact that the ring symbol on Messmer's crest is from the eye Marika blessed him with ... it's so peak.

he does not fly the symbol of the Golden Order, he does not fly the symbol of the Erdtree, for him all he does is just for Marika herself. and so his crest is his power and her blessing. i will never get over this i fear.

(also that ring symbol is on every single plate of his armor + on his ring. jfc)

[socialjetlags]

╰   ☆  ◞  lee taeyong / cismale / he/him  ———  no way, is that JOEL CHO? you know, they’re 28 YEARS OLD and they’ve been in los angeles for THREE YEARS. they’re chillin’ as a MUSICIAN. oh and they’re notoriously known for being OBSESSIVE but there are some people who have seen them be HUMOROUS. i heard they’re a part of a BAND called ELECTRIC JUNE, yeah they’re a VOCALIST & BASSIST. to be honest they sound a lot like WATERPARKS & I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME. they’re actually A RISING STAR.

I. BASICS.

FULL NAME: joel cho / cho juhwan.

NICKNAME(S): mchale (in reference to a popular actor he shares his first name with, joel mchale), slimer (after the ghostbusters character—was given to him after he dyed his hair neon green, and it has unfortunately stuck ever since).

AGE: 28.

DATE OF BIRTH: june 13, 1995.

PLACE OF BIRTH: greensboro, north carolina.

GENDER: cisgender male.

PRONOUNS: he/him.

ORIENTATION: bisexual.

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: english, some korean.

NEIGHBORHOOD: los angeles.

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: lives in a 2-bedroom unit in the downtown lofts with a roommate he met through a friend of a friend of a friend (wanted connection).

II. FAMILY TIES.

MOTHER: diana yeom, schoolteacher. tumultuous relationship. she was a great mother to joel as he was growing up & she still loves him dearly, but often struggles to understand his motives/what it is that he wants out of life, and was particularly upset when he decided to move to los angeles with his band. they've been at odds ever since.

FATHER: john cho, attorney. tumultuous relationship. he was a decent father to joel as he was growing up, but it a very "traditional" man and had a lot to say both to and about joel as he got more and more into music/performing. not thrilled about joel's decision to make music his career end-goal. calls once a month, sends money on occasion.

SIBLINGS: phoebe cho, younger sister. two years younger than joel, but you'd think it were the other way around. she's always been the more responsible, mature and intelligent of the two, and you could say that joel feels a little bit inferior to her. they were still pretty close while they were growing up. nowadays, they've let themselves drift apart.

PETS: none at the moment, but he's interested in getting one.

III. OCCUPATION INFO.

OCCUPATION: musician.

NAME OF THEIR ACT: electric june.

THEIR ROLE IN THE ACT: vocalist, occasional bassist or guitarist depending on the demands of the song.

HOW LONG HAVE THEY BEEN A PART OF THE ACT?: about 11 years, though the band has undergone many name changes, lineup changes, and sound changes throughout that time period.

ARTIST INFLUENCES: third eye blind, blink-182, jimmy eat world, the goo goo dolls, weezer, so on & so forth—a variety of alt rock & pop punk influences.

CURRENT MONTHLY SPOTIFY LISTENERS: 312k.

IV. APPEARANCE.

FACE CLAIM: lee taeyong.

HAIR COLOR: naturally black, usually dyed an unnatural color; currently a rusty red-brown tone.

EYE COLOR: dark brown.

HEIGHT: 174cm, 5ft9.

BUILD: admittedly scrawny, slightly defined muscles.

TATTOOS: a variety of small ones on his torso, arms & legs; details tbd.

PIERCINGS: triple lobes in both ears, double helix in the left.

CLOTHING STYLE: a lot of baggy, bright streetwear; particularly fond of the brands stray rats & chinatown market. wears a lot of loose cargos with oversized t-shirts, accessorized with bucket hats and jewelry.

DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: fried hair from over-bleaching, a textured scar said to resemble a rose right beside his right eye.

V. PERSONALITY.

MBTI: esfp, the performer.

ELEMENT: air.

WESTERN ZODIAC: gemini.

CHINESE ZODIAC: pig.

POSITIVE TRAITS: creative, diligent, compassionate, humorous, friendly, chatty (is this a good thing?), decisive, loyal.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: unserious, obsessive, fickle, prone to excessive rumination, insecure, neurotic.

HOBBIES: building intricate plastic models, self-sabotage, bowling, performing stand-up comedy at open mic nights, writing comedy sketches that he'll never use, forgetting his bit halfway through a performance, saying he'll never perform stand-up comedy again and then getting right back at it five days later, caving, reading tarot cards.

VI. WANTED CONNECTIONS.

ROOMMATE: someone joel met through a friend of a friend of a friend when they both happened to be looking for a roommate at the same time; they met once & liked each other just enough to sign a lease together. they're about halfway through their lease now & have a better idea of who they're each dealing with. this can be either a positive or negative dynamic.

INNER CIRCLE: a few good friends; most of whom joel probably met when he moved to los angeles in early 2021. they know all of his bad habits/cycles, and have been irritated by him more times than they could count on both hands, but they're still friends all the same. he loves these people.

FLAVOR OF THE MONTH: the person joel's currently infatuated with. probably not going to go anywhere, as he's fickle with his feelings & is prone to losing interest when the target of his affection shows reciprocation; but for now, he's having a good time trying to rizz them up.

QUESTIONNAIRE.

start at the beginning, who are you & why are you important?

"me? i'm joel cho—frontman of the band electric june." when he grins, it's all teeth. an attempt to charm, a fear that he won't succeed. "before electric june, i was just a bored kid in north carolina. there's not much to me besides this, but i'd say i'm doing a damn good job at making something out of it. i guess that's why i'm important, huh?"

how long have you been making music?

"uh, let me think..." he makes a show out of counting on his hands, brow furrowed in faux concentration. he knows damn well that his answer's going to be tacky, irritating. he doesn't mean to be, just is. it's in his nature. "since birth, i guess? my mom says i was singing before i could talk, but i'm sure that's an exaggeration... still, i was probably six when i wrote my first song. not that it was good or anything. and i started playing music with other people at fourteen, so fourteen years ago."

how would you describe the kind of music you make?

"it's like a fever dream. during production, i like to layer in a lot of interesting sounds—glittery sounds, you could say, like... like... a phone ringing, but i'll muffle and distort it, then turn it way down, so it's something in the background and something that might confuse the person listening into thinking it's in their environment rather than in the song. other times i'll layer in birds chirping, or a wind chime; stuff that adds dimension, but it never really sounds like what it is." he pauses, cracks his knuckles. thinks to straighten his posture; doesn't. "do you get what i'm saying? anyway—it's kind of rock, kind of pop. there's a lot of synth in it. what else can i say? it's electric june. a sound of its own."

who are some of your biggest musical influences?

"uh, honestly... i try not to be influenced by anyone else. if i had to name one, though... i don't know, the first ones that comes to mind are the cocteau twins and grimes."

what is the first record you ever bought?

"shit, i don't know. maybe in love and death by the used? or something from my chemical romance? something tacky, for sure."

what has working in the music industry meant to you thus far in your career?

"everything," he claims, back to his earlier ear-to-ear grin. there's a mischievous look in his eyes, like he's telling a lie; but his tone is sincere. "this is all that i've ever wanted to do, and it's finally starting to pay most of the bills. i've learned a lot from working in this industry, though, like... you have to throw away your pride to be a musician. to an extent, at least, or you'll get caught up in a lot of stupid shit. it's never that serious."

what are some stand-out moments from your career so far?

"at my sister's wedding, one of her husband's distant relatives recognized me as the singer of electric june. that was nuts."

what are you still hoping to achieve in your career?

"being financially comfortable would be nice. a hollywood star... is that too much to ask for? i don't know, i'll be grateful for whatever good things come my way."

what's next for you?

"taking over the worldustry... do you know what i mean?"

[shhh-no-ones-home]

model citizen ricky horror x reader

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college au

prompt: Character A sitting in a college 7am lecture and Character B sitting next to them pouring an energy drink into their coffee and says, "I'm going to die." (First interaction)

Song: pretty little distance by as it is

tag list: @musicsexandpizza69 @svintsandghosts @theoneandonlykymberlee @alilpunkrock @cynic-spirit @thisplace-ishaunted @lifeisabitchandsoareyou @xyours-eternallyx

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i walked into the room and huffed as i took my seat, reaching into my bag for my notebook and a pen. i hated having a 9am again and missed being able to sleep-in like i did last semester. this was the first day though and i was hopeful my mind would change about it as the course went on. it probably wouldnt though. i sat there, catching a few more students walk in as i looked down at my phone.

nothing was too exciting yet and the teacher hadnt even shown up. i was more-so ready for the new art class though. it was my major after all and i was pretty well known by the professors at this point. as i sat there, a loud clatter grabbed my attention, making me look to my right. there was sat a shorter, skinny kid, with long inky black hair tucked under a beanie. my eyes went wide as he cracked the monster in his hand open, pouring it into his half=full trenta cup from Starbucks. he looked over at me and smiled.

"im going to die."

he said in the most sure-fire tone before putting the lid back on the cup and chugging it. i sat there in horror staring at him.

"are you okay?"

i asked and he shrugged, looking at me over the top of the cup. he had the bluest eyes i had ever seen, even in the low light of the art room. i was a little start struck for a second before shaking myself out of my daze, watching him put the cup down against the desk with a thud.

"if i pass out during class just push me out of the way and ill figure something out later."

he said, turning forward. i went to say something just as the teacher walked in.

"y/n! good to see you back. we missed you last semester."

professor crane said, looking to the student teacher as he ducked behind him and paced quickly to the front desk. his gaze followed him too before he shrugged and turned back to me with a smile.

"whatever, im sure he missed you too. but either way its good to have you back in class and i look forward to seeing what you come up with for the showcase in march."

i nodded with a smile before he walked away to the front of the class, instructing everyone to take their seats.

"you come here often?"

i heard from the kid next to me, hearing him laugh to himself as he took another drink of his coffee/monster concoction.

"yes, actually. im an art major."

i said a little dumbfounded. he nodded.

"cool, im here for film."

i drew my brows.

"youre doing film?"

i asked and he winked at me, looking to Brian as he turned the projector on. i opened my mouth before closing it quickly, feeling a little more confused than before.

"alright, first things first. i only make a syllabus because administration says i have to. the schedule is shit and we will most likely be doing something completely different so i suggest you keep a planner or something to keep track of your assignments. secondly, i will get to it later but i want you to start thinking about your projects for the spring showcase in march. we have a few short months so after you learn the basics of form you will be instructed to sketch something in your own style and present it to the board."

my mind went in and out after that, trying to catch quick glances at the kid next to me without being suspicious. every time he moved i could feel my heart pulse, giving me anxiety that he could actually pass out or something.

"y/n, your partner for this project will be mr olson."

brian said, standing over me and looking between the two of us. i nodded with wide eyes as he moved to the two kids behind us.

"guess that means we have pretty high chances at getting an A."

he said, raising his cup in cheers. i looked down at the assignment sheet, grazing over it and groaning. we had to come up with a comic strip in different style parts; the first panel a base sketch, the second panel a hard sketch, the third panel color blocking, and so on. god this was gonna be a nightmare.

"you dont seem too enthused."

the kid said amused. i sent him a testing look.

"im not, ive done something similar before and you have to get every step just right or they take points off. and we have to prove what parts we did."

i said, rolling my eyes. i looked over to him, blinking as a camera flash went off. i drew my brows as he looked down at the screen on it.

"where did you even get that?"

i asked, trying to inspect him. he sent me a smile.

"i always keep it on me. im ricky by the way, and you look great."

he said amused and i breathed deeply.

"y/n."

i said, looking back to the paper.

"well y/n i think this is going to be a great partnership-"

"alright!"

brian called, cutting him off.

"you have your assignments. i have nothing else for you today so you are welcome to either stay here and work until class time is over or you can leave and work on it on your own time. i dont really care either way, just get it done."

i hummed to myself before stuffing my notebook and the assignment sheet into my bag and standing up. i caught a glimpse of ricky starting at me with wide eyes as i turned to leave.

"what are you doing?"

he asked and i looked between him and the door, pointing at it.

"leaving, its not due for another week."

i started off, hearing him shuffle around before chasing after me.

"hey wait! cant we like plan what we're doing or something?"

he asked and i shrugged, looking over to him as he tried to put his paper in his backpack and hold the camera and cup of coffee. i stopped, staring at him as he struggled. i rolled my eyes, taking the cup and the camera from him. he looked to me in shock and i raised my brows.

"get to it, i dont have all day."

i said and he finished what he was doing, zipping his bag up and slinging it over it shoulder. i handed him the cup and camera back and kept walking.

"so uh, what kind of thing did you have in mind for this project?"

he asked and i looked to the sky, squinting but trying to think as we made it outside.

"i dont know, maybe a ball of some kind?"

he raised a brow, shuffling his feet as he tried to keep up with my long strides.

"like masks and large dresses?"

he asked and i nodded, opening the door to dinging hall.

"something like that yeah."

he nodded as i led us to a table.

"that sounds cool, i could get behind that."

i sent him a knowing look.

"you seem like the kind of guy who would."

i said, pulling my sketchpad out. he raised a brow, sitting beside me.

"whats that supposed to mean?"

he asked and i sent him  a look.

"im assuming you like vampires, and the Edwardian thing usually goes hand in hand with that."

he sent me a nervous smile.

"is it that obvious?"

he asked, rubbing his hands against his pants. i nodded.

"thats okay though, cause i like them too. so much so that i have costumes already, we can pose for each other. i think youd look great in this."

i said, sliding my phone across the table to show him the outfit i had for it. i just hoped it would fit him.

"you seem like youve been planning this for a while."

he said through a laugh and i shrugged.

"i just like to feel fancy, the projects on the other hand kind of fall into my lap."

i said, flipping through a few pages in my book. he placed his hand on one before taking it from me and looking over it.

"this looks insane."

he said and i looked around awkwardly.

"in a good way?"

i asked, finding his gaze.

"oh! yeah! of course in a good way. it looks super cool. i see why you wanted to do the ball thing now."

he commented, noting the sketch i had done already that was similar. it is what i was used to after all. he set the book back down in front of me and sent me a wide smile, picking his camera up and taking another picture of me.

"why do you do that?"

i asked and he laughed.

"i need models for my art and i think now that we've met you would be a great subject."

i set him a look, trying to hide the blush creeping its way up my neck.

"you really think so?"

i asked bashfully and he nodded.

"oh yeah, absolutely. and now that we're partners i think it will give me ample opportunity to find a new muse. you wanna be a subject for a music video?"

i sat back, a little taken aback.

"you want me to do what?"

i asked and he laughed, putting the camera on the table.

"in about a month my band is gonna need some girls for a video but its cool if not. i can live with us just being art project partners."

i cleared my throat, rubbing my hands together under the table.

"how about we get through this first and ill get back to you on that?"

he smiled knowingly at me, raising his coffee to me in cheers.

"sounds like a plan to me."

[imasimpforstevengrant]

Why do we like this clown so much?

Change the "we" for "I" and you get an usual tag I use whenever I post my content in Tumblr. And it sounds funny at first but whenever you start diving into that phrase, the deeper it becomes. So, I finally have decided to share my thoughts about this strange but wholesome attraction to this deeply flawed character. It's not something I usually do since I don't know how to write down my feelings properly and also in english so please forgive any typos (I'm from Chile so don't be surprised lol).

So...Why do we like this clown so much?

Why was it that a character precisely designed to scare and to disgust the fuck out of us ended up unchaining a series of feelings that shouldn't have taken place in a beginning?

Let's take a look at the background: Joaquin Phoenix was cast as Arthur Fleck/Joker in 2018. The first image of him as the aforementioned character revealed a deeply disturbed man. We knew the plot. A man driven to insanity after a brutal history of abuse, creating concern in people if the upcoming film would inspire real life violence. Incel violence and mass shootings, more specifically.

(the image in question)

As 2019 arrives, the two trailers generated so much hype that media needed to fuel its concern about it. Since it wasn't your typical comic book film, media basically bombed our minds making us believe this film was going to be a total disaster, an excuse to cause harm to others among other nonsense, as if the film would justify everything Arthur would do in the film, eventually. As the release date is closer, the film receives thunderous applause and unanimous praise from critics. At this, fans rejoiced and expressed impatience to watch the film.

October 5th.

People left the theaters amazed, shocked and genuinely moved by the inhuman treatment Arthur received in the film. The fear media tried so desperately to infuse in us with all the incel bullshit and such turned out to awake one of the most positive, best feelings in humans:

E M P A T H Y

The word that so gloriously cleared away any dark thoughts or actions not only proves media was wrong but it turned out to ridicule it in way nobody will forget: Hundreds of people advocating for mental illness, calling out to the kindness that could change a person's bad day and questioning how politicians and rich people are indifferent to social problems proved how much as a society we have changed in comparison with the one shown in the film.

However, since we are on Tumblr, I'll get straight to the point and try to explain why the fuck does this clown has us dying out of love and compassion (and lust).

I. Background.

As nurturing as we women are for a biological matter, we see a man deprived of a good job, is on seven different medications, working like a slave to sustain his ill mother, putting aside his own health and well-being to look for her, struggling to make his dream of being a comedian despite everyone stepping on him, underpaid and treated like a freak for a disorder he did not ask to suffer, which makes it impossible to be indifferent to all the horrible ordeal that eventually will reach the limit of what he can tolerate without going insane. It is impossible to not say or think, at least, that someone (even if it's just one person) should stand for him just as it is impossible not to feel the need to throw ourselves at him to shield him from people who hurt him or simply offer him our shoulder whenever he has had a bad day, specially when he learns he was sexually assaulted by his step father.

This horrid behaviour terrifies newer generations because they get a taste of what being a social outcast was like more than thirty years ago in comparison with today, where there's more acceptance and treatment for mentally ill people like Arthur. We see in him someone who could have been saved with a proper education and emotional support instead of descending into madness as a criminal. Others simply saw themselves being treated like him at some point in their lives and couldn't help but put themselves in his shoes.

II. Personality.

TRUTH BE TOLD:

There's something called "attraction by proximity". It is the explanation to the eventual love you feel whenever someone doesn't catch your eye at first terms of physical attraction but his/her personality does attract you. This happens to be the base of this situation. His shyness, introverted nature, tenderness and innocent desire to make people laugh and put on a happy face awake some kind of tenderness we cannot resist. This combined with the gloomy background increases our understanding (but not justifying) of the bad decisions he'll eventually take during the course of the film. This traces a line of harsh, almost hurtful contrast of the violence he shows later on the film. Once again, it is not justified in any way but it is certainly understandable.

III. Appearance.

Arthur Fleck is unconventionally attractive.

This happens to be a plus for most women. He is out of the male beauty standards (no abs, not too muscly or particularly tall), which makes him even more unique. It is precisely the fact that he's not a model one of the reasons women love him. He could easily be your man next door or your colleague or the guy you always see but never dare to talk for fear to bother him Because it's about proximity. Arthur looks like your common neighbour. He's not meant to be your typical desirable male protagonist at all.

... And yet.

Jesus Christ, he's so fucking hot I can't even---

It's not about how beautiful his green eyes are, his long slender fingers, his hair or his smile only. It's the charm behind it.

Another "magnet point" is the way he dresses. I know he's impoverished and his wardrobe tend to be repetitive but it is so unpretentious, so simple that is hard to not fall for. The modesty of the shirts, ironed trousers reminds us of a mature man deeply withdrawn into himself, love starved and longing to be seen and loved by others, like a war veteran who still fights the most important war: with himself. Is someone who needs to be listened and understood.

AND OF COURSE WHAT'S NOT TO LIKE ABOUT IT?

He's also brought back the old gentleman outfit, white shirts, red/yellow vest, red suit and elegant dancing moves and the retro style of the film boosts this attractiveness.

People keep comparing him with the previous interpretation of Joker (Leto's) whose costume appealed to young women with a tattooed, gangster, mumble rapper crazy-guy wannabe which didn't connect with the audiences (young people in general). This supposedly was to match or even have a sexy, tormented and desirable villain like Marvel's Loki. We all know how that story ended but it's the link for the next point below.

IV. Transformation

This is a particularly strong point considering how much we loved to watch the process of this weak, powerless, forgotten caterpillar into a beautiful and visible butterfly that will gracefully stir its wings for everyone to see its colours.

When Arthur transitions to the Joker, it's so cathartic to see taking revenge on those who wronged him (even when we're not supposed to root for him) like seeing his shyness fading away into a vivid confidence when dancing half naked in the bathroom, or witnessing him making way to make his name known to people in Murray Franklin's Show:

Adding to this newly gained confidence, there's another turn on: the way he walks.

At the beginning, his pace is hunched and limping, displaying his submission to violence, which makes the viewer more satisfied to see his broken yet beautiful soul turning the past pain of his existence into art: he lets music guide his moves as a way to tell the world he's a new man by cutting most of the sick, evil roots that harmed him, that he's invincible, that no one can stop him. Watching this cathartic display of euphoria was the most iconic scene in the film, following his speech at the TV and the inevitable meltdown that caused Murray's death.

Going to further appreciation, even his clown make up is beautiful. Why? Simple. The combination of colours, shapes and the intimidating glare just embellishes even more the character.

The dark blue triangles in his expressive eyes makes the light green colour to highlight, specially in dark backgrounds, giving the impression he's piercing your soul whenever he stares directly at the camera. Same can be said about the red smile and emerald green hair. They boost an already intimidating look.

The cold and warm colours paint a picture of a man full of intense emotions, mirroring it in a simple yet masterful artistic way.

Another interesting point is the way Joker dresses. Usually we had almost every single live adaption of this character in purple coat, hat, etc. But this particular version is not following any comic, which gives more freedom to creativity and once again, out of the standards of what we could have expected.

Red is a colour related to passion, action, love, strength, motivation and excitement. As for yellow, it indicates freshness, happiness and enlightenment and finally, green. Green is renewal, growth and regeneration. Colours that represent a new stage in his life, a mirthful chapter at last. We finally get to see our battered, always humiliated protagonist (or hero) descending into madness, but finally free from his repressed man who held his soul captive like a bird to fly away, to never come back. An insanity that despite being his downfall, turned out to be his ticket to freedom as he walks to the light in Arkham Asylum dancing at the end.

Ladies and gentlemen: behold the film nobody asked... But the film we fucking deserved.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk

❤️💚💛

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

Podhranes

The pod has no windows. The pod is a large enclosed space, cut off from the outside world by an iron fence, and from the inside, by the pressure of the pod. The fence is thin, and in places easy to scale. At least once a day, someone comes to the fence, peers in, and leaves. Occasionally, a crewmember of some far-off planet comes for supplies, and the pod's inhabitants hurry out to meet them at the fence.

The fence is located on the far side of the world, at the very edge of the atmosphere. It is so far away that light takes an indefinite amount of time to make the round trip. The planet Podhos IV (an unremarkable terrestrial planet, for the moment, except that, in the past, somebody decided that it was a good idea to cast it with a single sun) lies just beyond the star Magecca, twinkling like any other star, except that, as a consequence of some incomprehensible action which is ignored in the traditional model of the standard 3-velocity gravitation (because it wouldn't make sense, in this model), the Podhos side of the star is much closer to its parent star than its opposite side.

The Podhosians live in a world of perpetual twilight. The lightest shade of purple in the sky occurs when the twilight begins to fall. The darkest shade of midnight occurs when the full force of the midday twilight begins to fall.

The planet is a world of constant twilight, except that the planetoid in which it resides, which is the source of the twilight, is not at its closest approach to the star. The planetoid in which the twilight originates is not quite full. And so the planetoid in Mageea which contains the realm of the living, in the planetoid in Magecca which contains the soul, is not quite full either.

This is fine, insofar as it goes. The lunar eclipse effect subtends a smaller angle relative to the planetoid than the planetoid effect does, and the inner twilight of the Moon is not quite visible of the blanket of planetoid effects. The point is reached when the innermost and darkest circle of the moon is high enough in the sky to be visible to the naked eye.

The phenomenon is not as common as those few prophets of Light who have ventured to peer into the darkness, but the readiness to go to such lengths remains.

The planetoid in Mageea is not so large that all but the very oldest of its inhabitants can live there. Older still, perhaps, but the people who live there are old and they are accustomed to being old. So it is the domain of the children, the mere children of the world, the children of the twilight world. They are the elderly, and they are barkers. The barker is a unique position. Overhead, the planetoid bears down. Overhead, the eclipse effect makes triangular waves in the force of the planetoid, pools of a denser, cooler breeze. Through the beams of these waves, the children see the dawning light of day. They see the light of the world spread across the viewscreen, dominate the viewscreen. So do the faces of those who have seen the dawn, so are known to their kin.

The children have never been consulted about this, or indeed about anything. They say they are told it is necessary, so that their souls and spirits do not flow to the planetoid like toluene. But no one does or says anything, they say. Spare me your cultural cacophony

The children's world is a vast radio dial of pitch and modulation. There are numerous bands and bands. Old ones, like 173.7 MHz, are spoken of in scholarly terms as dead channels. They lay claims to the mangroves of the Caribbean and the glaciated shores of the Antarctic continent, but to outsiders they tend to be meaningless radio noise, and in any case they are not open to entry. Until recently, no one but the boys themselves would have known about them. The Radio Telephone Company had little need of them.

To an inner circle of explorers, the Radio Telephone Company has always had a special place. There are reasons for this, of the metaphysical kind, and the kind that come down to us in the ordinary, material, material sense, and have to do with the mechanics of the phones themselves. But it is easiest to begin to explain the metaphysical kind, and begin with the most everyday kind, the simplest kind, the kind on your desk right now. The simplest kind because it is the kind that you see on your desk and immediately know must be there, and that you are in no danger of being knocked off by discovery.

Your phone, like all phones, contains an engine. It is a high-frequency engine, a low-noise engine, and so in use it will make weird noises, like gears turning in their smallest increments, and jerking shifts in pitch which resemble something your mind will never quite absorb. It is the simplest kind of engine.

To the inner circle of the Radio Telephone Company, the special place of the planetoid dial was an obvious thing. The inner circle had always revered the Planetoid Dial, the device on the desk in your living room, the device which you no less than the Apollonian God placed to enable you to touch those you love and to bring them into your home. It was on this device, said the Radio Telephone Company, that lay a secret: the ability of the Planetoid Dial to make analogies, and unite such tics and tings in communion, and unite the analogies and acts of communion of the most dissimilar things in the most complete sense.

The Planetoid Dial was a tool of the Apollonian God. It was not by accident that the Apollonian God had placed it there. It was by design, said the Radio Telephone Company.

There is something that happens when you put the dial to your ear, and listen, and study analogies. There is something that happens when, with the touch of a button, the planetoid on your desk turns into a fork, and a fork into a fist, and a fist into a kiss, and a kiss into a kitchen knife, and a kitchen knife into spaghetti, and spaghetti, through all and through all time.

It is the niche of the Planetoid Dial, said the Radio Telephone Company, and it was from it that they had learned the secret of using analogies.

Like all things, this secret is a defect. Out in the world, in the everyday world, where the force of the Son of God lay on the Earth, and the Earth shook under their feet, in its shames and joys, there were those who used analogies without the dial on their ears.

What is analogies. There is no question. They are: Opposite sides of your mouth. The moon. It's made of made of green cheese. Write fifty words on this piece of paper. Bathe–brush teeth. Our feet are on fire. Recycling."

The big red two, the ones that fill your eardrums, the ones that crackle and hiss, the ones that fill you with a kind of rapture, the ones that send all the dormant monsters in your brain to war, the ones that activate your sneakattack freezeout, the ones that deactivate your freezeout and help you survive, that is analogies.

If you put the dial to your ear, say the words out loud, sit right there on your desk, they will be true analogies. Say the words out loud and stand up immediately, they will be true analogies. Say them again and again, they will be true analogies.

The Planetoid Dial was not made for the foxes. The furrows of its gears are not made for the droppings of the foxes.

The Planetoid Dial was not for the planets, not for the planets that are made of earth. The furrows of its gears were not for the

[jiminfms]

         *  hi  ,  my  name’s  tee  and  this  ain’t  a  waist  trainer  bitch  ,  this  a  back  brace  i  got  scoliosis  .  𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨  ,  𝐢𝐭'𝐬  𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫  𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐬   ( finally  )  !  i  prefer  either  feminine  or  non - binary  pronouns  ,  and  i  reside  in  the  est  time  zone !  it  has  taken  me  so  long  to  formally  write  and  i  highkey  hate  it  because  i  lost  muse  for  my  queen  miss  giavanna  ,  so  i  decided  to  bring  another  muse  instead  of  leaving  because  honestly  ...  i  love  ya’ll  🥺 .  the  way  i  love  miss  jennie  kim  is  more  than  i  wanna  admit  ,  so  let  me  introduce  you  guys  to  the  tiny  ball  of  aggression  that  is  jimin  jung !

          omg  !  i  was  walking  yonge  street  downtown  ,  and  you’ll  never  guess  who  i  saw  .  jimin  jung  !  i  just  saw  a  post  about  them  on  sixsecrets ! i  think  it  said  something  like  ' jimin  jung  physically  restrained  by  security  guards  following  a  verbal  argument  with  fellow  customer  at  drake  one  fifty ! ' .  isn’t  that  wild  ?  i  guess  it  makes  sense  though  ,  since  they’re  apparently  antagonistic  and  bellicose  .  but  i’ve  heard  they’re  also  sultry  and  voguish  ! i’ll  just  stick  to  giving  them  the  benefit  of  the  doubt  .  i  mean  ,  it’s  not  like  i  know  them  personally  —  they’re  a  famous  singer  /  songwriter  and  model  ! you  know  ,  i’ve  actually  heard  rumors  that  redacted  ,  but  they’re  just  rumors  …  i  think  .  i  dunno  .  if  you  happen  to  run  into  them  ,  tell  them  i’m  their  biggest  fan !

FULL  NAME  :  jung  jimin  .

NICKNAME(S) :  n/a  .

AGE  +  DATE  OF  BIRTH :  24  +  june  10th  ,  1996  .

ASTROLOGICAL  SIGN  :  gemini  .

MEYERS - BRIGGS  PERSONALITY  TYPE :  entj  .

MORAL  ALIGNMENT :  chaotic  neutral  .

GENDER  +  PRONOUNS  :  cis  female  +  she / her / hers  .

SEXUAL  ORIENTATION :  bisexual  .

ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION :  biromantic  .

PLACE  OF  BIRTH :  kensington  ,  london  ,  england  .

PLACE  OF  RESIDENCE  :  toronto  ,  ontario  ,  canada ( specifically  ,  in  the  neighborhood  of  forest  hill ) .

OCCUPATION  :  singer  /  songwriter  and  model  .

VOICECLAIM  :  dua  lipa  .

NATIONALITY  :  british  -  korean  .

ETHNICITY  :  korean  .

LANGUAGES  SPOKEN  :  english  ,  korean  ,  and  japanese  .

i.  prosopography  .

            jimin’s  story  begins  with  the  fateful  meeting  of  her  parents  ,  kim  seo - yeon  and  jung  do - young  ,  on  a  cold  winter’s  day  .  they  found  themselves  at  the  tender  ages  of  20  and  22  ,  attending  a  boring  christmas  gala  with  their  parents  when  they  would  have  preferred  to  do  anything  else  in  the  world  .  seo - yeon  was  a  women  who  knew  what  she  wanted  the  moment  her  eyes  landed  upon  it  ,  so  when  she  made  brief  eye  contact  with  do - young  ,  she  purposefully  spilled  a  glass  of  champagne  onto  his  expensive  tom  ford  suit  and  made  a  big  deal  of  it  .  this  sparked  their  whirlwind  romance  ,  and  six  months  later  they  found  themselves  announcing  their  engagement  to  korean  media  outlets  .

           despite  how  quickly  they  were  engaged  ,  their  parents  saw  this  as  mutually  beneficial  .  seo - yeon  is  the  youngest  daughter  of  the  wealthy  kim  family  ,  owners  of  the  kq  group  conglomerate  that  was  worth  billions  in  its  own  right  .  do - young  was  the  only  child  of  his  parents  ,  and  came  from  park  family  lineage  where  their  hotels  and  resorts  were  the  cause  of  their  fortune  .  the  families  were  soon  to  be  one  ,  and  the  couple  was  the  chaebol  heirs  that  others  envied  .  following  their  lavish  wedding  ,  seo - yeon  and  do - young  decided  that  they  were  going  to  head  off  to  london  to  make  a  life  for  themselves  .  so  ,  they  transferred  to  oxford  university  ,  finished  their  schooling  ,  and  shortly  after  seo - yeon’s  graduation  from  the  financial  economics  program  ,  the  couple  discovered  that  they  were  expecting  .

          it  was  a  sticky  summer  day  when  seo - yeon  unexpectedly  gave  birth  to  their  daughter  ,  who  decided  not  to  allow  her  parents  time  to  get  to  the  hospital  .  jimin  was  born  in  the  bathtub  of  her  parents’  luxury  bathroom  ,  and  right  into  the  arms  of  her  slightly  panicked  but  overjoyed  father  .  from  the  time  that  she  was  a  toddler  ,  araminta  was  a  very  precocious  child  ,  picking  up  on  skills  quite  quickly  and  speaking  in  few  short  sentences  by  the  time  she  was  eleven  months  old  .  as  she  grew  older  ,  jimin’s  parents  remained  hands  on  despite  their  busy  schedules  ,  and  decided  that  they  would  see  what  their  daughter  would  have  the  most  interest  in  .  when  she  was  four  ,  her  parents  began  piano  lessons  ,  and  it  was  evident  that  she  had  a  natural  gift  for  the  instrument  .

            life  for  jimin  had  always  been  comfortable  ,  but  she  didn’t  want  to  take  the  usual  route  ,  or  what  was  expected  of  her  .  she  had  always  been  interested  in  music  ,  so  she  she  originally  started  with  taking  dance  classes  .  she  trained  in  all  forms  of  dance  in  order  to  be  well  rounded  ,  and  she  initially  had  dreams  of  becoming  a  backup  dancer  ,  but  when  she  was  playing  around  and  decided  to  make  a  video  singing  a  song  that  she  had  written  all  on  her  own  ,  jimin  became  an  overnight  sensation  .  her  song  ,  hotter  than  hell  ,  blew  up  almost  instantly  and  she  was  signed  to  warner  music  group  .  

            i’ve  written  enough  VCJNXVBHCV  but  her  career  has  followed  the  timeline  of  dua’s  ,  although  it’s  slightly  off  by  maybe  the  month  or  the  year  .   she  has  won  a  total  of  forty - two  awards  in  her  career  ,  including  two  grammy  awards  and  three  brit  awards  .  although  miss  dua  got  a  lil  clowned  for  her  dancing  at  one  point  ,  i  must  say  that  jimin  is  quite  the  performer  ,  and  definitely  makes  use  of  the  stages  by  recreating  music  videos  or  simply  giving  the  audience  an  experience  .  she  has  not  released  future  nostalgia  as  of  yet  ,  but  it’s  what  she’s  currently  working  towards  !  through  her  career  ,  she  is  known  by  her  mononym  jimin  !

ii.  temperament  .

jimin  is  a  real  bitch  ,  but  she  doesn’t  go  out  of  her  way  to  ‘  out  bitch  ’  someone  because  she  finds  it  to  be  kinda  dumb  .  she’s  primarily  looking  to  have  fun  ,  and  no  one  is  about  to  be  bitchy  around  her  without  getting  snatched  up  .

she  parties  like  she  just  turned  twenty - one  and  dares  someone  to  say  something  about  it  !  invite  her  to  the  club  and  she’s  coming  without  a  second  thought  .  she’s  the  friend  who  will  make  plans  and  will  get  a  little  sad  when  people  cancel  on  her  ,  but  she’s  still  going  to  find  a  way  to  enjoy  herself  .

does  not  take  authority  seriously  and  she  can  be  seen  making  a  jerking  off  motion  whenever  someone  kisses  up  to  those  of  authority  .  talks  shit  ,  but  backs  it  up  because  if  you’re  bold  enough  to  talk  shit  you  might  get  hit  ,  right  ?  

she’s  a  sultry  bitch  and  she  loves  it  .  give  her  the  chance  and  she’ll  flirt  with  a  tree  ,  she’ll  flirt  with  a  plant  ,  and  she  might  flirt  with  your  significant  other  .  she  can  get  kinda  lewd  and  will  say  something  really  off - beat  ,  and  honestly  shut  her  up  if  you  do  .

the  epitome  of  a  gen - z  /  millennial  line  straddler  as  she  can’t  walk  past  a  mirror  without  taking  pictures  of  herself  .  sickeningly  vain  as  she  takes  pictures  at  any  chance  she  can  like  after  getting  her  hair  and  makeup  done  or  even  when  she’s  out  and  about  shopping  .    

iii. headcanons  .

jimin  is  quite  chaotic  and  she  does  not  hold  back  from  it !  she’s  a  pot  stirrer  ,  and  she’ll  watch  everything  unfold  as  if  she  wasn’t  the  one  to  start  the  problems  in  the  first  place  .  not  afraid  to  spread  a  rumor  or  putting  a  trolling  instagram  comment  on  one  of  her  posts  on  blast .  she  likes  to  be  petty  ,  but  she  can  back  it  up  ( but  it’s  NOT  fat  enough  😔 )  .  

her  style  is  vastly  different  than  what’s  expected  .  on  stage  ,  i  would  think  her  style  is  something  akin  to  kpop  stage  outfits  ,  but  not  necessarily  as  tame  .  she’s  not  afraid  to  show  skin  so  there’s  a  lot  of  embellished  leotards  and  heels  ,  dramatic  eye  makeup  and  perfectly  styled  hair  .  off  stage  ,  she  likes  a  relaxed  but  high - end  style  .  lots  of  denim  ,  lots  of  black  ,  loves  oversized  pieces  ,  but  she  loves  to  follow  trends  where  she  can  .

loves  to  yoga  ,  pilates  ,  and  anything  else  that  doesn’t  involve  having  to  go  to  an  actual  gym  .  she  especially love aerial  yoga  as  it  keeps  her  flexible  as  a  dancer  .

miss  jennie  didn’t  let  us  enjoy  it  long  enough  ,  but  jimin’s  hair  is  canon  to  jennie’s  blonde  pieces  ! she’ll  switch  up  the  color  every  so  often  with  temporary  dyes  ,  but  other  than  that  ,  it’s  usually  always  blonde  !

she  doesn’t  drink  st*rbucks  so  don’t  ask  her  to  go  ,  and  she  especially  doesn’t  go  because  she  likes  very  simple  coffee  drinks  .

iv.  wanted  connections  .

give  me  everything  ,  please  !  i’d  love  some  of  the  basics  like  former  friends  ,  best  friends  ,  industry  rivals  ,  friends  with  benefits  ,  confidant(s)  ,  frenemies  ,  good / bad  influences  ,  one  night  stand(s)  ,  enemies  with  benefits  ,  or  a  current  or  ex  fling  !

because  i  love  my  women  loving  women  ,  hand  over  the  ex  girlfriend  !  in  my  head  i’m  thinking  that  they  were  a  really  happy  couple  and  they  were  really  good  to  one  another  ,  but  they  drifted  apart  .  they  remain  good  friends  and  people  probably  think  there’s  still  feelings  because  they  can  be  rather  touchy  feely  with  one  another  (  👀 )  .

ifykyk  ....  but  i  love  angst  !  i  love  to  have  my  heart  ripped  right  out  of  my  chest  so  give  me  angst  in  any  form  :  angsty  friends ,  exes  ,  anything  !  

a  couple  who  are  stuck  in  a  limbo  !  they  have  yet  to  make  it  past  the  point  of  friends  ,   wondering  if  they’re  just  a  hookup  to  one  another  would  there  could  potentially  be  more  .  they  probably  fight  a  lot  because  of  those  underlying  feelings  ,  but  it  could  be  interesting  to  explore  either  way  !

give  me  enemies  !  and  not  for  fake  but  two  people  who  genuinely  dislike  one  another  .  it’s  not  surprising  for  jimin  to  not  get  along  with  a  lot  of  people  considering  the  fact  that  she’s  not  ...  the  nicest  ,  and  i’m  not  entirely  sure  as  to  why  they’d  dislike  each  other  ,  but  it  could  be  so  much  thank  u  KFJDFDS  .

give  me  the  heartbreak  that  still  lingers  i  will  sell  you  my  SOUL  .  maybe  their  relationship  was  good  ,  or  it  was  a  mess  KNFJD  ,  but  but  when  they  broke  up  they  haven’t  fully  gotten  over  it  yet  ?  probably  a  lot  of  lingering  looks  ,  and  giving  compliments  but  they’re  kinda  awkward  because  they  don’t  know  how  to  approach  each  other  sometimes  .

[jj-lynn21]

Cozy Cove: Nursing the patient

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Previous in Cozy Cove: Saved by an Angel ,   A side of tits with your pancakes,   Fires Burn Hot , Spending the Nights, Learning and Loving,   The end id not always the end,  Axel Grease ,  Big Decisions, Sex and Jet Skis, Late night fun , Old Wounds , Storms pass Dangerous Waters, Nursing the patient , Making it Work

Warnings: flirtation, a dash of angst

When Axel woke, Susie’s head was laying on the edge of the bed. Her left hand over his right as she rested. He slid his hand from under hers. The pulse oximetry on his index finger almost came off but he put it in place with his other hand. An IV still hung from his left arm. Axel palmed the top of her head scrunching her messy hair.

Susie looked up to him in a daze, “How are you feeling?”

“I’ll be fine.” He looked at his bandaged-up leg. “I guess that shark fucked up my calf pretty bad.”

“Yeah,” Susie sat up to yawn and stretch, “You scared the shit out of me. You were bleeding so much.” Her eyes started to tear up.  

“I’m fine Babygirl.” Axel was in a little bit of pain, but he didn’t want to tell Susie that. She looked like she had barely slept. “You should go get some rest.”

“Flood waters are down but not enough to go back to the beach house.” Susie took his hand and put it on her heart. The loose-fitting dress hanging low on her chest. “Besides, I don’t want to leave you. Other than maybe some coffee so your brothers can visit. They only let two of us in at a time.”

Axel chuckled, “yeah, I could use some coffee myself. First come up here with me.” He patted the bed and reached to raise it, so he sat up more.  

Susie smirked, “I don’t think these beds were made for two.”

“Come on, it will be fine.” Axel patted the bed again. “You need to rest better.”

Susie sat alongside Axel leaning on his shoulder. His arm around her comfortably. She dozed for what seemed like seconds when the clunk of footsteps on the linoleum floor made her and Axel look up startled.  

The nurse smiled as she wrote her name on the white board in red, “I’m Cathy. I will be taking care of you this shift Mr. Cluney. How is your pain?”

“It isn’t that bad.” Axel said as the nurse walked closer to assess him.

“Miss there is coffee in the family waiting area.” The nurse offered. “You can use the shower in the break room if you want also. I need to finish assessing Mr. Cluney, change his bandages and give him a sponge bath.” A grin tugged at her lip.

Susie doesn’t notice the look on the nurse’s face as she gets up and kisses Axel on the forehead. “I’ll be back shortly. Your brothers probably want to visit. While I freshen up.”

Axel grabs Susie’s hand as the nurse pumps up the blood pressure cuff. “You going to give me my sponge bath instead of the nurse babe?” He grins.

“Sure, as long as that is allowed.” They both look to the nurse.

“Cathy, my girl is going to help me clean up when she gets back.” Axel stated instead of asked. “Just get us a washcloth, soap and a bin for water and I’m sure we can manage.”  

“That will be fine Mr. Cluney,” Nurse Cathy said deflated. She had known Axel in school but never really talked to him since he was three grades ahead of her. She had a crush, but she was doing her best to be professional and respectful to him and his girlfriend.

Susie giggled, “Okay Axel I will be back shortly to clean you up. Be a good patient for Nurse Cathy.”

He nodded with a thermometer in his mouth. The nurse took it out when it beeped, “Your perfect.” She smiled “You sure you don’t need anything for pain?”

“I didn’t want to worry, Susie.” Axel looked to make sure Susie was long gone. “The dull ache in my calf is getting a bit intense.”

“On a scale from one to ten, ten being the worse pain, how bad is it?” Nurse Cathy picked up his chart at the end of the bed to make note of his discomfort.

“I would say a hard seven.” Axel winced a little as he pulled himself up more in the bed. “Almost the frowny face on the little pain board on the wall, I guess.”

She nodded, “Let’s not get you to that frowny face level.” She made some notes on the chart. Then she put it back and pulled a syringe with medication from her pocket. “I can put this right in the I.V.” She wiped the port down with alcohol, made sure there were no bubbles in the syringe by squirting a few drops before attaching it to the port. She slowly pressed the plunger as she watched the IV area. “No burning or pain as I do this?”

“Not at all, thanks.” Axel laid his head back on the pillow watching her. He thought she looked a little familiar especially the beauty mark on her left cheek. “Have you brought your car in my garage or something? I feel I might have seen your face before or are you a part time model?”

Her cheeks burned that he would even suggest she could be a model when he never seemed to notice her in school. “I’m just a nurse Mr. Cluney. I haven’t been to your garage but long ago in another world called high school we had a class together. I think you were a senior when I was a freshman, so you never noticed me.” She finished putting the medication in and tossed the emptied syringe in the hazardous waste bin.  

“Oh, I bet I did notice to remember your face, Cathy.” Axel chuckled. “I was just too busy with my asshole friends and that crazy bitch I was dating at the time. She would have killed you if she thought I took a second glance and you glanced back. I didn’t talk to you for your own safety.”  

“That was nice of you,” She smirked. “Just press the call button if you need me. Unless your current girlfriend might hurt me for looking at you?”

“No, she knows I love her.” He Ccoses his eyes feeling a little tired. “She has nothing to be jealous of and she knows it.” He mumbled before drifting off.

Cathy didn’t really know if that was a dig on her. It was like Axel told her she was cute in school, but he couldn’t tell her and now she couldn’t have him because she was nothing for another girl to be jealous of. It hurt a bit.  

As soon as Susie stepped into the waiting area a very groggy Eric sat up. He had been laying across a couch that was much to small all night. His head was on a throw pillow placed on the table beside the couch arm. His feet still dangled off. Josh was curled up in an oversized chair. His head resting on his knees. He looked up at Susie with bloodshot eyes.

“How’s Axel,” they both mumbled in unison.  

“He told me he wasn’t in much pain, but his eyes betrayed him.” Susie yawned. “Coffee?”

Eric pointed to the stand at the end of the room with a full coffee pot, hot water, powdered creamer and some tea bags. She poured herself coffee in the small Styrofoam cup and topped it off with cream. She made a face after a small sip.  It was very bitter.

“The nurse said I could shower in the employee break room,” Susie added some sugar to the coffee to try to make it more tolerable.  “Why don’t you two go visit with your brother awhile.”

Josh unfurls himself standing with a big stretch and yawn. “Yeah, that’s a good plan. Then I am going to head back to Jen’s parents’ house to shower and rest. I’m sure they would be cool with you both hanging out there since the flood waters haven’t receded yet. Both the girls are probably still sleeping in Jen’s twin bed.” He grins at the thought.

Eric shakes his head at his brother’s obvious thought. Normally he would say something but out of respect for the other women in the room he keeps his tongue tied. “Yeah, I’ll go with you Josh after spending some time with our brother.”

“I’m going to stay here with Axel but thanks for the offer, Josh.” Susie yawned again.  

Eric got up stretching showing off his navel and trail of hair down to the edge of his tight jeans that hung low on his hips. “I’ll bring you some food later and better coffee.”

“I would appreciate that, thanks.” She walked off toward the break room.

Eric and Josh ambled into Axel’s room. Axel was grubbing on some rubbery eggs and dry toast.  

“Hey, guys.” Axel looked at them eyes glossy as the world around him seemed to be moving slower from the pain medication.

“How you doing shark bate?” Josh chuckled as he plopped into a visitor's chair.

Axel smirked, “I’m fine. It wasn’t that bad. You should try it.”

“Yeah, I’ll just go for a swim down main street to introduce myself to your baby shark friend.”

Eric starts humming the baby shark song.  

“Now look what you did,” Axel rolls his eyes.

All three of them are laughing as Nurse Cathy walks in with the wash bin full of supplies. “How’s it going in here?”

“Is it sponge bath time already,” Josh looks at the white board for her name. “Cathy? How can I sign up for one of those?”

“You could go for that swim you were talking about.” Axel chuckled.  

“I don’t advise that,” Cathy said blushing. “There are far less painful ways to get a sponge bath.’  

“Oh, yeah,” Josh grinned.

“Now his girlfriend, Jen, might take you out for flirting.” Axel advised.

“She’s not that bad.” Josh defended her. “You’re just jealous she doesn’t want you anymore.”

“Yeah, that’s it for sure,” Axel rolled his eyes.

“Just buzz me if you need anything Mr. Cluney,” She turned to walk out.

“Will do Cathy, thanks,” Axel stared at his brothers blankly a moment before continuing.“You guys don’t need to stay here another night. I’m good. I just need to heal. If it wasn’t for the flood, they would probably let me leave tomorrow after the Doctor checks in on me.”

“We are going to hold up at Jen’s parents’ house until the flood waters go down,” Eric thought for a minute. “What her last name? It feels rude to just go into their home and be all ‘hey Jen’s parents, thanks for letting me stay.”

Josh Chuckled, “Carl and Michell Lynns. Michell will feed us to.”

“Is it okay if I try to convince Susie to go get some rest later tonight?” Axel asked.

“I don’t see why not.” Josh grabbed Axel’s lime Jell-O. “But I get this as payment.”

“It's yours, bro,” Axel was saying as Susie knocked for at least one of them to walk out so she could go in.”

“Take it easy,” both brothers said as they headed out.

“I’ll be back a little later,” Eric said as he passed Susie.  

Susie nodded at Eric. She now had some clean scrubs on the hospital let her have. She sauntered over to Axel’s bedside. He pushed his bedside table away that had his breakfast on it.  

“I’m ready for my bath now nurse Susie,” He grinned.

“Of course, Mr. Cluney.” Susie held in a giggle.  

The Orderly came to get the tray, “Just fill out your menu for tomorrow when you get a minute Mr. Cluney. We will pick it up with your lunch or dinner tray.”

“Thanks,” Axel said politely.  

When the Orderly left Susie closed the door and pulled the privacy curtain around the bed. She half-filled the pink plastic basin with warm water. Then she put it on the table. The washcloth and soap setting beside it.  

“Shall I help you take your gown off, Mr. Cluney?” She wet the cloth and added some soap. Susie began to wash his face lightly.

“I think I will need all the help you can give me,” Axel looked up closing his eyes as she washed his face.  

“Yes, Mr. Cluney,” She rinse the cloth and Axel’s face before untying his gown. Her eyes were wide as if surprised to see he was naked under the gown. “Oh, my you do have a lot you need help with.”

Alex smirked, “You know it.”

[knxckhisassout]

                                      UNDERNEATH THE CHRISTMAS TREE

@tahitiwoke​

i.

the first year, it takes her by surprise. it’s not their first christmas--they hadn’t been able to stand each other enough to even consider exchanging gifts for that one. they’ve known each other for a little while, have grown a little closer, but the neatly wrapped box on her desk still brings her up short. she recognizes his handwriting on the tag, with a note about seeing her in the new year that she discards with the wrapping paper. inside the box is a little model of her plane, her callsign etched into the metal in looping script. despite her hurry to get out of the office and on the road toward boston, she takes the extra couple of minutes to rearrange things so she can station it at the corner of her desk. 

ii.

it’s another year when they just miss each other. he’s headed out a few hours before she makes it back to the city. she leaves the present on his desk on her way out of town and the obnoxiously bright and merry bag against the backdrop of his tidy, neutral office is a stark enough difference that it makes her smile. she’s damn proud of this gift. it had required a trip into enemy territory, some light bribery, and some flexing of superhero muscles. but she had made it out with a louisville slugger dotted with yankee signatures and it’s both her proudest and most shameful achievement of the year.

iii.

they don’t speak anymore. they don’t see each other. they barely spend time in the same city, let alone the same room. but she keeps tabs and knows he does, too. so she isn’t surprised that he knows where she’s staying, even if it does throw her for a loop to find the package waiting for her. there’s no note, just her name, and it’s all she needs to know immediately that it’s from him. it sits on the counter for a while, then gets pitched into the garbage until three in the morning when her determination withers and she retrieves the unopened box. inside, on a bed of tissue paper is a groszy coin that she recognizes immediately. she remembers throwing it at his head from the backseat of a shitty truck in poland. it’s probably not the same one, she reminds herself, because that would be crazy. it doesn’t quite stop the backflip her stomach does, though. 

iv.

carol tells herself she does it because of roman. they don’t see each other quite as much anymore, with her out of s.h.i.e.l.d. and him a full blown agent. they finally find a couple of hours together while christmas shopping and end up wandering around a department store. roman stops in front of a display of ties--ties like the ones he used to pick out for phil years ago when he and carol would go shopping. it’s something about his small smile, something about how he glances at her out of the corner of his eye but doesn’t say anything. he moves on to the next display but she lingers. eventually, she picks one that’s a deep green, one she’s not sure he’ll ever even wear. still, she buys it and sends it with roman without comment, working hard to ignore the look he gives her before they part. 

v.

the unsigned, unrecognized presents come like clockwork every year, arriving in her hangar the day before christmas eve. there are a few years she isn’t there to find them, when she discovers them a week later once she’s finally back in town, but they’re always waiting. the first year is the only year she thinks about not opening it, about tossing it out without giving it a glance. there are a couple of times that she considers getting rid of them once her curiosity’s been sated, but she never does. this is one of the years that sparks the debate. it’s a simple wooden box without decoration, a top that slides off to reveal a handful of pictures. most of them are ones she’s seen before, ones she remembers taking. and then there’s one of her taken in profile, a blanket wrapped around her with one shoulder bared. she’s on the porch at the cabin and she looks...comfortable. content. at home. carol buries it at the bottom of the pile and shuts the box in the bottom drawer of a tool chest.

vi.

her gifts are not nearly as consistent as his. she doesn’t send them every year and every year she does is preceded by weeks of internal debate, by the reminder that this could be the year he doesn’t leave one, and does she really want to prolong this? but some years, she just can’t resist. more often than not, it’s a throwaway gift. something that can be discarded or tossed in a drawer and forgotten about without a problem. finally, she settles on cards. they’re simple, unassuming. they expect nothing and send no message beyond ‘merry christmas.’ 

vii.

the first year after they’re married, it takes her a full day to understand the sense of anticipation when she’s walking through the hangar two days before christmas. it’s on her way out that it clicks. he’s always left something for her, every year for almost two decades. except this year. and it makes sense, given that she knows their presents are in their living room stacked around a tree, but she’s still surprised to find herself feeling just a touch disappointed. after a long moment stood at the door of the hangar, carol moves over to a filing cabinet tucked in the back corner. 

stacked in the bottom drawer, behind a sheaf of papers, are all the gifts she’s been unable to part with over the years. the coin is there, in the same small package it came in, right alongside the box of pictures. she takes them all out one by one and turns them over in her hands, studying the etching on a carved wooden ornament that looks like the windmill they nearly burnt to the ground while working, running her fingers over a wool scarf almost the exact shade of the one she vaguely remembers losing on a mission in ireland. there are a dozen little gifts, all of which hold memories both good and bad. knowing what she does now, they all seem so important, like the universe knew all along. 

or maybe just that he did. 

[metalgearkong]

Alita: Battle Angel - Review

Directed by Robert Rodriguez (20th Century Fox)

Based on the manga by Yukito Kishiro, Alita: Battle Angel is a cyberpunk story about Dr. Dyson Ido (Christoph Waltz) who finds a mysterious intact core of a female cyborg (Rosa Salazar) and puts her back together. The story takes place in the far future, and 300 years after an event known as “The Fall,” where the societal elite live in a floating city above the lawless slums where most of the movie takes place. Alita herself is an extinct model of advanced cyborg left over from the war, but has no memory of that time period at first. Most of this film involves Alita discovering her past and exploring her abilities. The movie moves at an extremely rapid pace from Alita being found in a junkyard, to her waking up and integrating with society quite easily.

Amnesia movies are commonplace for sci-fi/action films, but to also make this movie centered around an AI (because she is) makes the basic setup much more complicated than what this script could handle. I had more questions than answers for who Alita was and what her limitations are, not including her physical abilities. And no, the excuse is not “well that’s explored in the sequels.” She came equipped with a winning, charismatic, kind personality, something that an ancient uber soldier cyborg wouldn’t have, right? She’s as altruistic, curious, and caring as a Disney princess, and I couldn’t suspend my disbelief of her being so conveniently lovable. This was not a memory wipe or mental reset, she simply wakes up and automatically is the daughter any father would kill for. I found it lazy and uninteresting, even if she is such a likable person, and even if that’s supposedly the tone the movie wants to go for.

The CGI is absolutely astounding. If Alita: Battle Angel doesn’t win the Academy Award next year for best visual effects, I may as well jump off a building now. Even before seeing Avengers: Endgame or Star Wars: Episode IX, I am convinced this is the best CGI I have ever seen, and at least will see in the near future. Alita is brought to life in a way that automatically makes me empathize with her and want to protect her from the big bad world (if not for the lazy and predictable script). Rosa Salazar was the motion capture actress for this character and she does an amazing job. Salazar’s face and were eyes widened, I’m guessing to look more like the original manga, and it doesn’t take long to see a photo realistic anime girl walking and talking among a live action cast and look natural. I was glad to see this movie on the big screen because of the level of detail I was able to pick up on that I may not have otherwise. Alita is definitely a reason to see this movie on a large format if you can, if for nothing else.

Christof Waltz does a mediocre job with his character, but he isn’t given anything elaborate to work with. If you’re a big Waltz fan, you could survive skipping this movie if it’s just to see his next performance. All other characters also do a middle of the road job with their acting, usually engulfed in CGI bodies or surrounded by interesting visuals. I do like this movie’s art design, which can partially be credited towards the manga, but I found the combination of old tech and new tech very appealing and, dare I say it, believable. Not everything is a slick new piece of technology, and it’s right up the ally of other “dirty” “rusty” or “smudged” cyberpunk design. I can tell plenty of sets were built for many of the scenes filmed on the streets, with what I can imagine have CGI extensions to round out the neighborhoods, vistas, and streets. This movie is a visual feast all around, but I wish it held up a screenplay as worthy.

I’m sure this film only scratches the surface on the manga’s mythology, but the movie still feels packed with terminology and events that I struggled to care about. What I would have preferred is less exposition (hence less straight knowledge of the world) and more time spent with characters doing stuff other than teaching the audiences what things are. Do we have to be told what “hunter warriors” are if they keep referring to each other as such? Do we need names of factions and entities of the past if we barely see any of it? Keep it simple, and keep it present. It’s why they didn’t talk for 5 minutes about the Clone Wars in the original Star Wars: Episode IV. But worse than occasional exposition heavy dialog is how this movie lacked greatly in tension. In a big budget sci-fi movie with lots of action and interesting tech or weaponry, I want to be on the edge of my seat. 

The biggest problem of Alita: Battle Angel is how powerful our main character is. The two biggest fundamentals of a protagonist should be that they are an underdog and relatable. We want to see them grow from an ordinary person into something new or better, conquering fears and goals. Alita, while extremely likable, is the strongest, fastest, most agile character in the entire movie. Not only does she contain programming for elite martial arts only performed by cyborgs of her type back in the day, she goes from one place to another winning every fight she encounters, and every fight she starts herself. From the beginning she is a character that has everything handed to her and comes off as privileged and sometimes pretentious. Once she figures out she can literally kick anyone’s ass and dominate in a multiple person brawl, she goes around telling people who have spent a lifetime earning their techniques and fighting abilities that they are lesser than her, and to prove it, she provokes them to get their asses kicked just so she can show off and preach about a cause she’s just heard about.

Even after fighting multiple bad guys and then fighting someone several times her weight, experience, and size, she still defeats him with three out of her four limbs severed. This takes the whole “I could beat you with one arm tied behind my back” to the next level, and I found it obnoxious. How are we supposed to feel tension when she’s set this far apart from everyone else from the very beginning? What also doesn’t work and feels corny is her romantic relationship with THE VERY FIRST guy her age she meets. He has a secret agenda of his own, but I rolled my eyes when the first person she meets besides her father also turns out to be her prince charming. His acting is also nothing special, but the fact that this movie pulls a full on Disney by having them say they love each other after knowing one another for a few days and one kiss felt absolutely nauseating in a 2019 PG-13 film.

I could see this movie working well with kids or teenagers, especially those looking for good female role models. Alita herself is the number one reason to watch this film, and I found her personality constantly endearing. The CGI used to bring her to life as well as the rest of the characters and world is also breathtaking, especially in the close up intimate scenes and shots. But I was bored from a plot and dialog perspective because Alita is simply all-powerful without having to earn or struggle for an ounce of that power. She is born perfect, and only grows more and more capable as the story goes on. I never felt tension or stakes from one action scene to another because I knew she would come out of it on top. I am all for strong female role models, but to be on this level simply feels like pandering. It's overcompensation in place of creating a truly well-rounded and realized hero people can relate to. Alita may be the biggest strength, and greatest weakness of her own film. The story certainly sets itself up for sequels, which I’m not sure it will get, but I will approach any future Alita movies with much more caution than the optimism I had for this film.

5/10

[southboundhqarchive]

MEET ADELINE,

FULL NAME › Adeline Ziyi Mercier AGE › twenty nine GENDER › Cis woman (She/Her/Hers) FROM › Guangzhou, China RESIDENCE › Desert Willow Apartment Complex (Downtown) OCCUPATION › Owner of the Olive Branch Bar NOW PLAYING › The Show by Lenka

BIOGRAPHY,

trigger warnings: implied racism, internalized racism, bullying, death

i. the first thing anyone will tell you about ethan and therese mercier is that they are good christians. church every sunday, bible study, scriptures framed on their wall christians. they can’t conceive a child of their own, but their sorrow gives way to purpose: this is all part of god’s plan. they are meant to give an unfortunate child a better life. a few trips to china and some paperwork filed later, the merciers bring a beautiful baby girl out of the orphanage and christen her adeline. it’s the american dream!

on their search for the perfect place to raise a child, they settle on the picturesque town of boot hill, arizona. it’s safe, secluded, and the desert has some charm, and when adeline turns two, they move into a one-story house with a garden. adeline is given dresses and books and toys; she is showered in love; she wants for nothing, and should want for nothing. they raise her as an all-american girl without much thought to her chinese heritage—well, there’s a chinese restaurant just a short drive away—but they do not know that will cause her to lose pieces of herself.

it is in elementary school when someone first asks her why don’t you look like your mom? it’s easy to stick out in town when you’re one of the only asian kids, and her crueler classmates mock the shape of her eyes and call her names. they never let her forget she’s different, that she doesn’t belong, and when she comes home crying, her mother soothes her and tells her to ignore them. be stronger than them. be the bigger person. it’s easy to say that when you’re used to being the majority, but every time adeline looks in the mirror, she is reminded she is not. if she wishes hard enough, will her eyes turn blue and her hair turn blonde?

but there are no fairy godmothers in boot hill. there is only a lonely girl, the fractures of her identity, and the desire for acceptance.

ii. if she will fit in with no one, then she will fit in with everyone. in high school, she flits between groups with ease, earning trust with a guileless smile and a warm demeanor. she’s a cheerleader, a pianist, student council vice president, and everyone loves her—or if they don’t, they pretend to. elementary school taunts become snide remarks in the bathroom. she acts like she’s better than us, who does she think she is? teenagers ( and adults! ) are particularly venomous when fed with the prejudices of their small world. you’re so exotic. how much do you cost? go back home. you don’t belong here. but adeline holds her head high because that is she what she’s been taught, plays the role everyone from her parents to her friends to her teachers want her to. she is so honest, so compassionate, you can’t help but tell her everything. soon, she is carrying not only the secrets of heart but the secrets of her peers too, and it is more than she ever wanted to hold. ( this is what she has learned about people: they want to be listened to. they want to be heard. but who is listening to her? )

the dissonance of the two halves of her identity, american and chinese, never quite goes away, but she shoves it down in favor of hanging out with friends at cheri’s dairy and going on dates at the drive-in. still, try as she might, she can’t ignore her curiosity. the older she gets, the more questions she has, and the desire to reconnect with the country she only knows as her birthplace grows with each year. they’ve already been to the jade flower, which adeline chooses every year for her birthday, though surely there’s more to being chinese than chow mein and general tso’s chicken. but there are no chinese schools in boot hill, no chinese new year celebrations like in san francisco, and her parents are terribly vague about answering questions about where she came from. they think she shouldn’t wonder too much, that she should be happy with what she has in the united states, with them. you’re much better off here, adeline.

iii. boot hill girls don’t go to college and they certainly don’t go to ivy leagues, but adeline mercier has always something of an anomaly. being valedictorian of her high school class, on the student council, and an avid volunteer with a sympathetic story of searching for herself in a sea of faces that don’t look like her gets her a spot at columbia. her parents couldn’t be prouder; this is what they brought her to this country for.

college is the first time in her life she’s seen so many other asians, and it feels like a piece has finally clicked into place but just not quite. the edge slips with the truth: she can’t relate. she doesn’t have them same upbringing as those who grew up in asian families and communities, doesn’t share the same inside jokes or the same struggles. this disconnect leads her to seek out other adoptees in new york, and with them, she finally can name the isolation deep in her bones, that feeling of being in two worlds yet feeling at home in neither. she can finally admit that while her parents tried, they didn’t try hard enough. during her time at columbia, she tries to look for her biological mother the merciers gave her no clues for, but her search turns up next to nothing. she tries not to be too disappointed; it’s just another gaping hole in her heart she can’t fill, just another series of unanswered questions. what’s new?

unused to the academic rigor of her classes, she nearly fails her first year. though she’s always been an intelligent girl—all a’s, model student, overachiever—, high school in boot hill was nothing compared to columbia. with the help of tutors and too many late nights, she manages to bring her grades back up, but it’s a constant uphill battle. frankly, boot hill didn’t prepare her for anything in new york—not the traffic, the subway, not the people. it’s a cliche, a small town girl moving to a big city and feeling completely lost, but god, it’s true. in boot hill, she was a shining star. at columbia, she’s simply another glimmer in a galaxy.

it’s comforting to be lost in the crowd, though, to no longer stick out because she’s different. here, in new york, she can be anyone. in new york, she blends right in. new york is terrifying but exhilarating, and she never wants to leave.

iv. life has a way of forcing your hand to play the cards you don’t want to be dealt. she’d been planning to stay in new york after graduation, but a whirlwind of events sends her back to boot hill, beginning with a positive pregnancy test and ends with death knocking at her door. when her boyfriend of two years learns she’s pregnant, he says everything will be okay, we’ll make it work, we can do anything as long as we’re together.

it’s a touching sentiment, but wishes don’t come true no matter how many stars you wish on and lovers can’t come home when they’re left bleeding in an alley. she finds out later that there was nothing that could be done and she’s left with too many questions and too little answers. rather than stay alone in city that’s growing far too cold for a young woman who grew up under the arizona sun, she returns to that small town off route 66. there, she will be safe. there, she will not worry. there, the jaws of the world will not snap her or her baby in two.

( and for all her parents’ faults, they will always be there to welcome her home. )

v. there are rumors, as there always are, whispers flying around about who the father is, what she’s running from. pretty, polished, tarnished. her mother’s friends sigh about her wasted potential ( what a poor girl! ) like being a single mother has cracked her porcelain facade. not so perfect anymore, quip snide high school acquaintances, the ones who thought she acted as if she was too good for them. how satisfying is it to see not even adeline mercier can escape boot hill? she should’ve known those who try to leave never really can.

but a month passes, and another month, and the rumor mill moves on. with the influx of newcomers coming into boot hill, there’s enough to gossip enough to keep the town sustained that it becomes like she never left ( which is to say, she still feels slightly out of place, like a puzzle piece that doesn’t quite fit ). she easily falls into a routine: she gets a job as a waitress at the schoolhouse cafe, her parents take care of raphael while she’s at work, and she saves up all her money so she can, at least, make something out of herself here.

with the knowledge gained from university and an investment from her parents, she opens the olive branch bar as a homage to her favorite haunts in nyc the summer she turns 26. it pales in comparison to the low-lit lounges of the city she could have called home, but boot hill locals don’t know that. all they see is something new, a change of pace from the bucking horse or coyote’s howl. she’s not looking to replace them—everyone knows you can’t—but simply filling a niche that hasn’t been realized until now. business is slow at first, then suddenly, it skyrockets, both newcomers and locals looking for a taste of sophistication pulled in by the wine list, handcrafted cocktails, and jazzy ambiance.

yet it is a difficult thing to be a bird whose wings have soared only to have them clipped again. when once she might have thought she would’ve worked in skyscrapers and changed even a fraction of the world, her ambitions have been cut in half by circumstance. she’s as successful as one can be in this town with a thriving bar and a wonderful, growing boy, but oh, how she yearns for the world she had a glimpse of.

it’s a shame she’ll never see it again.

❝ if she spoke, she would tell him the truth: she was not okay at all, but horribly empty, now that she knew what it was like to be filled. ❞

CENSUS,

FACECLAIM › Gemma Chan AUTHOR › Izzie

[erregent]

( under a readmore cause it’s long.

i guess??? this is the start to a gavcentric redemption fic with some ree.d900 on the side. i have maybe three more chapters planned out but i haven’t finished it yet. )

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they’re probably going to put on his tombstone ‘dumb shit.’ 

nothing else. no date of birth, mother’s name, none of that. just, here lies a dumb fucker. 

laying on his back in a wet alleyway, struggling for breath around the blood in his mouth, gavin reed thinks it’s probably for the best. 

he was supposed to call for backup but since when the fuck has he ever needed backup? no partner necessary, he may be shit at office work but out here, in the field, was where he got his kicks. a perp wanted to bust out the third story window and try to outrun him on the fire escape? good. 

gavin was not far behind, huffing around smokers lungs but spite was enough to keep his legs moving, keep the high teen in his sights as he darts up stairs one more floor to the roof of the apartment building. 

“that’s enough, kid,” he remembers saying, training his gun at the perp’s back as he contemplates jumping off, “there’s nowhere to go.”

“i can’t--- can’t go to prison, i can’t---” he was high, confused. just a fucking teenager. for some reason gavin thinks of the boy’s mother. where she was now, and if she knew what her boy was doing. did she even care.

he couldn’t tell you why, but he remembers putting his gun away. offering up both hands empty like some sort of peace offering.

“you can still get out of this alright, don’t be fuckin’ stupid. just turn around, and get over here.”

“they’ll kill me! they’ll kill me...i can’t--- no, nono--” 

“who’s they? talk to me, kid, i can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.”

the kid eventually turns around. wet tear tracks on both cheeks, snot dribbling over lips, and hands clutching a beretta.

gavin didn’t have time to say a word before hearing the pow pow of gunfire. 

choking, gasping, he knows he’s shot before he even looks down but when he does, the world spins, and he’s falling over the ledge.

shoulder catches the edge of the fire-escape, shattered. body rag-doll, he manages to land on his back just so he could graciously choke on his own blood. 

so yea, he’s a dumb shit. he didn’t even call for backup. 

you try to do something nice, and it gets you shot twice in the chest. 

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somehow, he wakes up. 

he has no idea when, but he wakes up. 

the harsh lighting, the stale sick smell, the soft ‘beepbeepbeep’ lets him know he’s in a hospital. it’s not the first time he’s woken up in one and the detective doubts it will be the last. but this is certainly the first time he can hardly move once consciousness returns to him. 

everything hurts. literally everything, even the follicles of his hair feel sore in his head, and he’s hovering somewhere between drugged beyond recognition and not nearly doped enough to withstand the discomfort. 

all he can manage is a low groan of pain, flexing fingers to see which ones work and which don’t. 

his entire left arm is casted, gavin can barely turn his head enough to see the thing, it goes up to his chest where gauze springs from underneath. it’s wrapped tight, tight around his torso and down to his navel, though gavin can’t see past the sheet thats been brought up to his armpits. he’s sewed up, tucked in, and left here. 

“detective,” a voice calls from the doorway. at least he gets his own room. 

the soft glowing LED in the nurses temple under blond curls would have made gavin scoff if he weren’t so broken. he groans again. a fuckin’ android. he forgets they’re allowed to do whatever they want now, regardless of model and make. 

“please try not to move so much. honestly, i’m surprised you’re awake. you’ve only been out of surgery for three hours, your body is still adjusting to the changes,” she’s rummaging through a virtual clipboard, the skin on her hand peeling back to interface with it directly. 

“you took two gun shot wounds to the torso. one made a clear shot, it hit nothing vital. the other punctured a lung and broke one of your ribs. your shoulder and arm were shattered from impact after you fell, and required extensive surgery and reconstruction to repair. do you remember where you were before here, detective?”

gavin groans. his mouth tastes like sandpaper and actual, literal asshole. it’s too dry, he rolls his tongue around but it feels two sizes too big. he manages to croak out “case,” and not sound totally out of it, to his defense.

“yes, we were informed by your department you were chasing a suspect. though i am not authorized to talk to you about legal matters, i just need to confirm your mental faculties are still in order. you fell almost three stories, detective. the only reason your skull was not crushed on impact was the loss of momentum your body sustained hitting the fire escape on your way down.”

he manages a scoff this time. guess he’s lucky for the shattered bones.

“what is your name?”

another noise, he grinds teeth around the ‘g’ sound.

“g...avin. reed.” 

“yes, that’s very good. i have more questions for you, and you willneed a debriefing, but you still need rest,” she’s coming to his bedside then, futzing with the fancy IV machine whirring away there. she hits a few buttons, pumps him full of morphine, and suddenly gavin feels really warm and he wants to sleep.

he does. 

-----

it’s the first time in twelve years, gavin sleeps longer than two hour increments. 

the next few days come in blinks, and trying to keep track of time is utterly useless. there’s a potted plant at his bedside one time he opens his eyes. a succulent, some weird desert lookin thing and he knows it’s chen. he likes this kind, barely have to do shit to keep it alive. he passes out trying to move his arm to touch it.

the next time he’s awake, there’s flowers. a single arrangement, freshly pruned peace lilies harsh white like his whole fuckin’ room with a little blue ‘k’ on an equally white card in the middle. if he could, he’d knock the whole thing off on principle. fuckin prick.

the third time he can actually remember anything, he’s sitting up more. that same blond nurse is back, checking about his vitals and tidying the room. there’s not much to do, even in his haze gavin can tell there has been little traffic here. the detective isn’t shocked by the notion. he’s not known to have friends. 

he’s awake for more than fifteen minutes this time, and gavin knows what to expect. a half hour into consciousness, one of his own is buzzing into his room. he’s expecting chen, maybe anderson if the captain wanted to let the old man gloat. he’s not expecting fowler himself to walk through the door.

his gut plummets like a shitty wooden roller coaster at the sight of him. dark blue button up. black slacks. badge at his hip. but no clip board, no pen. he’s not here to talk about the case.

“reed,” fowler begins, hands in his pockets as he walks toward the large window to gavin’s left. it’s hard to turn his head that way, considering his shoulder was in pieces not long ago, but he manages to get the man in his peripheral. 

the silence that follows is maddening. gavin wants to claw his god damn skin off. 

“fowl-”

“you could have died, reed. you very well should have.”

“i had it under con-”

“if you try to undermine what this is, so help me.” perhaps it’s just the morphine, but gavin swears fowler’s hands are shaking in his pockets.

“listen. you’re a good detective, gavin. you and i both know that. it’s why i wanted you back on the force after the whole android awakening,” fowler has finally turned to face him now though stays by the window. his voice is level, but terse. he feels like he’s being scolded by his father.

“you bitched and moaned about what cases you wanted, you bitched and moaned when i brought in the other rk unit, and you bitched and moaned when i tried to pair you with him. for months. and i’ve listened because you got results. i don’t give a shit if you’re everybody’s best friend, so long as you do the job and you don’t get yourself killed. but you fucked up big time, reed. and i can’t have it happen again.”

“captain-”

“you are not dying under my watch, gavin. you hear me? not because of your inflated ego and some shitty pride!” 

gavin swallows at the tone of fowler’s voice, would have flinched back if he could. for once in his miserable fucking life, the detective agrees, and nods.

“yea. yea i hear you.” he hates how weak he sounds. he’ll blame it on the fatigue.

the tenseness fowler carried in his jaw loosens some. shoulders slack. gavin can see the clenched fists in his pockets ease. he’s said the right thing. gavin wasn’t made a detective for nothing. 

“good. cause you’re getting a partner when you get out of here, and i’m not hearing another word out of you about it.”

ok, so he’s not fired. that’s awesome. but...fuck. he doesn’t even have the energy to ask who. he likes to think he’d be all teeth and gums about this, being the squeakiest wheel he can be to get the grease, if he weren’t still in recovery. 

“get some rest. we’ll interview about the suspect when you’re not drugged off you ass,” his captain makes to leave, but stops by the doorway just to shoot gavin a rarely seen, but always infuriating smirk, “should probably keep you on it, though. you’re a lot nicer when you can’t bark.”

fowler leaves. 

gavin, through grit teeth and optimal discomfort, manages to knock the peace lilies off the table.

[bastiodonz]

do u have bnha ocs? 0:

YES I DO THANK YOU FOR ASKING

akfjafkahglad throwing them all under read more bc i have,,, A Lot(TM)

i actually have a fuckin uhhhhh nextgen au?? and thats where A Majority Of Them come from??????? and i love them all id die for them

ok so like

ok so two of my Main Ones are era and takuma!!!!!!!! ft. some changed designs bc im considering revamping laylaylb bc it Kinda Sucks. 

so era is the shark one!!!!! her quirk is minor shark and its a mutant quirk that gives her vague mutations from a whitetip reef shark!!! that includes (but is not limited to) double rows of teeth, gils, some fins, enhanced smell and like, you know that thing that sharks do where they can find things from like,, those feely things from their chins?? yeah era can do that. she also tends to be more wild at night?? but it can be passed off as loopiness. since shes from a nextgen au shes the adopted daughter of kiri and baku???? her full name is bakushima era and she is like,,, just Rowdy and Easily Excited.

takuma is a more obvious nextgen kid and hes a tododeku fankid?? THOUGH in the revamp im gonna make him a todoiideku fankid with siblings bc ive always had concept for siblings for him but i was a Coward and never went through with them. his quirk is temperature control and its an emitter quirk that, when he touches something, he can adjust the temperature of an object. whenever he raises the temperature in something, the temperature of his body lowers, and vise versa. that often leads him to being cold constantly and having to bundle up his body in like a thousand jackets. its Very Relatable to me tbh. anxiety is hereditary so hes very anxious and withdrawn. he tends to be very scatterbrained and more often then not he forgets words mid-sentence and needs eras help to remember them. that leads him to repeat things a lot and quit a lot of things midway because he cant describe them. thats Also Very Relatable. his full name is midoriya takuma although in the revamp, its most likely that his name will be changed to iida-midoriya takuma

another important character to the nextgen who isnt actually a nextgen kid is siryoku karashiro (despite me often using first names as a way to refer to characters, i called him by his family name (siryoku) so frequently in laylaylb that thats just how i refer to him at this point) and hes really fun to draw. so hes kinda hard to explain without giving a lot about his backstory and eventual character arc away?? but hes from a rich family of lawyers who all have quirks that allow them to intimidate people by meeting their eyes. however, due to a recessive quirk from his moms side, he ended up having an variant of the black hole quirk. unlike thirteen, who (presumably) can channel theirs through their fingers, his is through his eyes. without a lot of practice with his quirk, he cant really control it and it often ends up being an all or nothing sort of trump card. siryokus very socially awkward and often has a hard time keeping up with extroverted people like ame and era. he also tends to miss expressions and figures of speech. but other than that, hes very earnest and despite his fumbles, wants to help others

while takuma era and siryoku are the Main Trio, takuma and era are also in another trio alongside ame, full name uraraka ame. shes a tsuchako fankid who really likes wearing christmas sweaters in the middle of summer. a part of this generations “big 3″ ame is a third year and an intern under thirteen. her quirk is zero gravity, inherited directly from ochako. shes very caring, and the “big sister” of the group if you will. she tries to help people as much as she can, and is the role model of both era and takuma. she is very energetic though, but she misses a lot of social cues and can as such be seen as pushy or overbearing. 

while she hasnt appeared a lot yet in either my comics or in laylaylb, another character who will end up being important is kyousou hansha!!!! she will be (eventually) the vice president of their class and has been shown to be very driven, determined, and almost judgemental. she hasnt come with the intention of befriending people who dont come up to her standards, though what exactly those standards are is currently unknown. (i know it though) all thats currently known is that she often knows how to take charge of a situation with a very analytical point of view, and that perhaps thats what helped her land a recommended spot into ua. (who recommended her and what her quirk is hasnt been officially shown, though if you look through my blog, im p sure i mentioned it at one point)

this is a very bad drawing, because kazankawa (full name kazankawa atsui) is one of my favorite characters to draw (without coloring because her details is hard for me to color) and has one of my favorite character designs out of my bnha ocs. her quirk is volcano, and its a mutant quirk that almost makes herself like a living volcano. however, she cant ‘erupt’. her skin literally has cracks around where it folds the most, so think at the joints of her fingers and in her elbow. it also has cracks below her eyes. the cracks are filled with lava, though it is purely stationary. she gives off heat and can produce smoke from her mouth (though she doesnt know it yet). she is also able to throw up lava, but thats just kinda gross. she comes across as level-headed, chill, and sleepy almost all the time. however, once she gets riled up or in the battle field, she becomes more wild and reckless.

some other characters and wow isnt this a great drawing, is the houkai squad. i dont have an official name for their group, but they have a really fun dynamic to write. houkai genki (the middle one in the screenshot) is the one that this entire group revolves around, because they are the one who taigun and kuroiya are around for. they have an emitter quirk called emp, which is. an emp. yeah. its,, self explanatory. some people think theyre slick, but really, theyre kinda just really stupid and has no self restraint. 

taigun kisaki (the leftmost) is literally the groups voice of reason and impulse control. her quirk is literally the most terrifying quirk ive ever come up with and its an emitter quirk that lets her control the bees. fuck you vigilantes i made it up before i knew you made a character with a similar quirk. shes by all means an extrovert, but has very thin patience and is constantly done by the shenanigans of this god forsaken group.

kuroiya fumukoi was actually the third bnha oc i designed, and was originally supposed to be a very withdrawn softspoken character. but as i wrote laylaylb, she was changed to an enabler of houkais, with just vaguely more intelligence than houkai, but instead of doing things out of sheer stupidity, more out of just ballsy-ness. her quirk is called shadow step and allows her to travel through shadows. it often leaves her hungry, so a lot of times she can be caught munching on something.

some other characters are the rest of the big 3!!! i love them a lot. like,, listen i would die for them. besides ame, theres suiro takara, the one on the right, and her quirk is crystal channel?? shes an intern under aoyama and can channel her own energy into crystals on her body (which is why she wears so many necklaces) in the form of lasers. shes constantly tired and stressed and honestly really offput by ame. ames excited and loud personality is a bit too much for her, so she tends to lash out or act cold. then theres yasuyou natsuki, the middle, whos quirk is flame body. her bodys literally a fire. as a result, all of the the third years had to be made extra fire durable outfits and gym uniforms to withstand being worn or coming into contact with her. ame has a crush on her, though yasuyou isnt aware of it. yasuyou is dense but upbeat, not interacting with ame a lot because theyre in different classes. (ame is in 3-a while yasuyou is in 3-b). also, ame, idk about u, but idk how ur gonna smooch fire.

of course there is A Lot of other characters from laylaylb that i wont write bc i dont have the screenshots or drawings on hand or bc they havent been revealed or i dont have the energy to explain all about the background characters

BUT

i DO have a non-laylaylb bnha oc and i dont have a name or set design for her yet but ive been stewing over the idea of her quirk for the LONGEST time

so basically shes a support student whos quirk is balance. its an emitter/mutant kinda quirk that gives her impeccable balance and things that she touches the same balance as well. it comes in handy when walking/maneuvering with things in her hands, and allows her to stack things without the fear of them fall over. think about that one sasuke figurine that could balance anything on its head and think ‘what if that was a quirk’

she isnt keen on sharing her ideas with others, though when she does, its often for critique. she has an odd sense for knowing when people lie to her about their opinions, and prefers brutal truth. perhaps its because thats how she is-- overly blunt and bad at determining which things are and arent right to tell to someones face. 

i could see her getting along with hatsume

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Helllllo everyone :-) its 2:30am i am Not on edibles (bc i ran out) so i am coherent mostly and its time for my nyt op ed about shit no one cares about anyway im Reallyyy fascinated by what the hell winwin's whole Deal is re: being an idol bc like ok hes a really weak vocal thats a known and accepted fact its whatever but whats more weird is that ive re watched a bunch of videos where he dances and hes also. Not a great dancer? Esp for someone whos a trained traditional chinese dance dancer? whos probably been dancing since he was a kid and ik ppl say his traditional dance background makes him look a little off when he dances modern dance types that emphasizes dancing on beats and thats definitely a part of it and if this was a year ago i wouldve accepted that BUT i have someone to compare to him now which is liuyu of chuang2021 fame who has almost the exact same dance background as winwin down to the national academies where they trained and liuyu definitely had similar problems to start with but he adapted really quickly to the modern dance styles like at least to the point where its serviceable for the level of dance that idols do and hes not noticeably different than everyone else and thats just over a few months so i Cant accept that winwin couldnt do the same over like 5 YEARS.... Even watching wayv stuff from 2020 hes still just a little off even compared to the member like yangyang who learned dance from scratch when they joined sm and beyond that he has the complete wrong 气质 for a lot of these kpop stages his whole vibe has no aggressive or striking feel to it which isnt inherently a bad thing i think a lot of traditional chinese dancers have a similar vibe bc that kind of stillness and calmness is more desirable for that type of dance but that means he seems even More out of place even the actual worst dancer in wayv lucas at least has enough stage presence to offset his dance skills like if u average it out lucas ends up looking like a Better dancer than winwin... AND even moving away from more hiphop heavy dances winwin's contemporary dance and even chinese traditional dance are not as good as liuyus thats just my opiNIONNN but that actually really surprised me bc winwin has much better physique for dance than liuyu like winwin is tall and has long legs and long arms if they danced at the same level he would be the lead dancer just because the dance would look better expressed thru longer limbs but as it is liuyu's emotions are more expressive, his extensions are more full, his shapes and lines are more clean, and his eyes are more focused like winwin definitely looks more in his element with traditional dance but idk . Im not a dancer but from an audience pov he just lacks something.. the oomph... the desire to perform? Maybe he had it at some point i mean u dont get ranked first nationally for nothing but i dont think I've seen him do a single performance where he seemed like he wanted to be there for which makes me think hes one of the worst dancers in nct not because of technical issues but because of attitude problems as in he cant adjust his dance style to kpop because he doesnt really want to . And i dont know that he wants to dance at All. appearance aside I've honestly never seen someone Less suited to be an idol like there are probably idols who are less talented but there is no one less interested in being an idol than him lol he gives me the feeling that he could quit tomorrow and not feel anything about it but i also dont think he Hates being an idol? which makes him seem even more like a pretty doll in my mind like he'll just go where u put him.. and like no offense but if hes out there chilling while everyone else is competing for more lines and screentime then isnt him getting next to no lines kind of uhh 理所当然... honestly his ideal career shoulve been a model he has the body and the proportions and the face and in that case his 气质 could really set him apart in a good way anyway call me winwin i wanna be ur high school counselor lets find u a better career good night

[truthfox870]

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[maudanouk]

PROLOG

MARGOT

Tears overflow my cheeks and from my vanquished eyes a sudden shower falls.[1] The drops form a trickle, a flow, a torrent. Forty days and forty nights of continuous and universal rain.[2] Waves are in excess, everything runs to the sea. [3] No possible action of any flood could thus have modelled the land, either within the valley or along the open coast.[4] A flood that leaves everything in a state of confusion[5] forming a great briny mass searching for direction. The sea by its motion, detaches from its bottom an infinity of plants, shells, slime, and sand, which the waves and winds continually drive towards the shore. [6] There is a stone in the sea called the oyster. A stray grain of sand finding its way into its shells is enough to spark a new beginning. The Oyster comes out of the sea early in the morning ahead of the light, and, opening its shell, it swallows the heavenly dew and the rays of the sun and moon and the light from the stars above. And thus is born the pearl, I am born, from the most high celestial bodies.[7]

LENNY

(Thrusting the flat knife between the two shells) I keep praying for You to make something happen so why this awful, crawling feeling that nothing ever does?[8] (he turns the knife forcefully) God does not shout. God does not whisper. God does not write. God does not hear. God does not chat. God's infinite silence…[9] (the two shells crack open and he draws out the knife) The oysters valves are standing open and a pearl lays between them, a wonderful sight and notable, for no pearl in all history could be compared with it at all, either in size or in beauty.[10] But her beauty does not lie in the perfection of the sphere, nor in symmetry. She is irregular, ovoid, curved and lumpy. One moment it did not exist, the next moment it was full blown in my mind, as though it had been there all the time and needed only the bursting of a soap bubble veil to show it.[11] All this time I sought for truth and unity and now all that matters is her proud glow that strives for contradiction and multiplicity. 

ACT I

EXT. GARDEN - DAWN - ABOUT BEES AND HONEY

LENNY arrives at the WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE. Here is the garden and around it some flower beds, a space cultivated for flowers for Margot, to make a spray for her hair, to perfume the sheets.[12] Naturally, […] only the apple tree interests him, tempts him: he can see its flowers.[13] He walks towards the tree. The WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE is observing him. As LENNY reaches for one of the blossoms a bee flies out of it.

WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE

Once on a June evening, in those long gone years when the ends of days sank into silence, I was waiting for a total eclipse of the sun on a terrace facing a garden, overlooking the foliage of a maple tree.[14] And I thought of you Lenny. In the sudden darkness I saw you, hidden behind a veil, the massive walls of the Vatican Palace. A faceless silhouette.

LENNY

It’s all different now she has revealed herself only for a short moment but I saw my reflection in her pearlescent luster: functioning, utilising, thinking in causes and effects, logically evaluating and analyzing. But what if I want to walk for hours and weeks without a destination. What if I want to know what the month of march brings for an Aquarius. What if I want to miss her for no better reason than that I love to be fucking emotional.

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When i watched the total eclipse of the sun that summer evening it soon became dark and an eclipse wind, like a wave, had risen when suddenly from the neighbouring house burst forth a sort of wild dance, with the strange, biting, astringent sound of Pan’s pipes. Young people were celebrating some festival, they had confused shadow with twilight and were playing as night fell. However much one knows about it, the veiling of the sun’s light is disturbing and transports one to another world. [15] I saw you cover up in darkness and now i see you longing for the sun. This is a complete inversion. And in this twilight a party shall rise so that the heart, that obscure, celestial flower, undergoes a mysterious blossoming.[16] That is the only way great loves stories are born and I don't want any more part time believers.[17]

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But how can i find Margot in this city still so strange to me?

WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE

She’s the bee and you are her honey. What does Margot like?

LENNY (looking at the flowers)

Margot likes wind in her hair and salt crystals on her skin, lace and hoodies, rings on her fingers and flowers in her hair, black panthers and partridges, walking barefoot on wet grass and wearing mid calf boots, day dreaming and ADHD, dancing underground and sleeping in white sheets, Los Angeles and Palermo, birch trees and skyscrapers, gel nails and knitting, equal rights and mini skirts, cabrios and umbrella pine trees, Fellinis Roma and Mario Cart, seashells and pinecones, Zorra by Bad Gyal and playing the Bach Suite Nr. 1 on her Cello, passion fruits and rough fights, oranges and jeweled persian rice, fig trees and Coke, dry white wine and soft cheese, creaky parquet and soft carpets, ....

WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE

The mask does not hide the face, it is the face.[18] Your new face should combine all these elements to a story and make a lot of noise.[19] [...] the veil of mystery you profess to hang before their eyes, serve but to stimulate their curiosity[20]. In being everywhere and nowhere [...] the object of much social curiosity[21] People will pay attention to it, speak about it, remember it. You’ll be EROS and I will be the embodiment of your story the place where all elements manifest in a happening. A great feast all the Margots will want to attend.

ACT III - THE INVITATION

INT. MARGOTS MURCIELAGO - AFTERNOON

A downpour of summer rain patters on the front window.  MARGOT is waiting at a red light. Her phone buzzes and she opens the message.

@ YUNGPAPA:

“My darling friends, there’s one spectacular party in the making! Join us tonight at the Wittgenstein House to another glass of wine under fig trees, eating fresh fish on soft carpets next to blossoming anthuries. Glowing cheeks from dancing till dawn. Bring a delicate, floating, spring bouquet of florets in new leaf green, cherry blossom pink, and marigold yellow[22] and we’ll serve everything else. XOXO”

ACT IV - THE PARTY

EXT. THE CITY - SUNSET

THE HOUSE WANTS TO BE KNOWN

The rain had stopped. The water evaporated on the hot asphalt and left a sultry summer evening air. AVAs cabrio is speeding down the Ringstrasse with its roof folded down.

AVA (lost in thought)

Do you think YUNG PAPA will attend the party today? I wish we’d find out who’s behind all this uproar.

MARGOT

Some weeks ago we’ve never heard about him and now he's everywhere.  Noise, ruckus, rumors spread.[27] I’ve heard the parties are supposed to be unique in its kind and his face, enveloped by a more or less dense veil[26] has sparked many suspicions. I think he looks like Hauru, wearing drop earrings made of rubies and emeralds combined dripping down[27] his lobe, his blonde chin length hair making him the cynosure of all eyes.[27]

EXT. THE SITE - SUNSET

THE HOUSE WANTS TO BE SEEN

The garden is enlightened by the colourful lights emerging the windows. The WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE is radiant and reaching in all directions, emitting visual, audible and perceptible vibrations. The air is full of petals twinkling through the air giving off a smell of orange blossoms. A car enters the SITE. AVA and MARGOT step out of it. Instantly they are surrounded by an electric atmosphere. On inspecting the entrance facade, you can discover a series of metaphors and symbolic signs.[29] It would be too strong to call this fantasy a portal to Hell, but it is surely no entrance to a Heavenly Jerusalem[30]. AVA and MARGOT join the stream of guests walking through the garden towards the WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE greeting, kissing, hugging.

INT. THE ENTRANCE - SUNSET

THE HOUSE WANTS TO FLIRT

The party begins as people are moving in, gathering in the entrance hall and taking a stand up cocktail.[31] There is champagne, caviar and fireworks.[32] Ahead, some distance from the entrance, is a great mural of brilliant color.[33] Opulent Ornaments, heavy textiles, reflecting surfaces.

WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE (whispering to the Lenny)

First impressions are made. About me as the entrance always affects the impression of the whole house. And especially Margots first impression of you. Is she here?

LENNY

I see her in the hundreds of eccentric bouquets that the guests have brought along overflowing the room. I see her in that mans excessively long fingernails or and your lining flickers with golden mosaics and indirect lighting from above.

WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE

Yes you are right. I’m discovering my dramatic side. I want to dance, twist my elements, feel the motion and sensuality. I flirt and wink at the guests with my dizzying array of rich surface treatments.

MARGOT

Ava! Look at this man sitting on the seashell sofa in the garden. He’s knitting all alone while everybody else is clinking glasses.

AVA (teasing)

Why don’t you bring him a glass of wine. I know it, I feel it, and you will say it.[35]

MARGOT (concentrated)

You just know me too well and yes, he is cute.

EXT. THE GARDEN - SUNSET

THE HOUSE WANTS DRAMA

MARGOT walks over to the LENNY. Rising up in a warm haze, the innumerable modern statues towered on their pillars half way up the golden webs of sunset.[36] The garden is a collection of living beauties, rare plants, exotic flowers and fruits. The trees are old and high. Long white cotton cloths are blowing in the wind, rendering shadow plays. LENNY is sitting in the seashell sofa sheltered from the wind, warm sunbeams begin to play. [37] MARGOT hands him the glass.

MARGOT (laughing)

Hello strange man, what are you knitting?

LENNY

Some of the more exotic plants have to be taken indoors for protection from the cold night air and swaddled in thick woollen garments.[38]

MARGOT We have, indeed, become a flower growing people.[39] You seem pretty passionate about your plants. I like it when people care. About anything actually.

LENNY

When, on a summer evening, the melodious sky growls like a tawny lion, and everyone is complaining of the storm, it is the memory of the Meseglise way that makes me stand alone in ecstasy, inhaling, through the noise of the falling rain, the lingering scent of invisible lilacs.[41] Or when I reach out to touch a fragile tree and blossoming spicules float downwards and fade, each with its clear, tiny tinkle.[42] These are the moments I cherish most and that’s why I care.

MARGOT (hesistating)

But for me love is not only loving and caring. I don’t want my house to be all light and soft. It starts getting fun when you have contrasts, contradictions and drama. It can be raucous, low, full, pleading, vulgar, sharp, cutting, jovial, harmonious, commanding, harrowing, seductive, explosive or irritated[...] noble, high pitched, servile, majestic, ample, sick, affronted, clothed in silence, echoing with the sea or forest, undercut by the twittering of birds, howling like a wild beast, [... ]asking questions and saying come here. [43]

LENNY

Until now I’v only got to know a more one-sided monotonous love but thats another story.

MARGOT (excited)

Oh look over there! A black panther is prowling through the peach trees!

INT. SALON - NIGHT

THE HOUSE WANTS TO BE DIRTY

Food is being served in the salon. The huge chandeliers had dimmed spread a diffused multi coloured light from the tiny nucleo bulbs that bespangle the vaulted ceiling [44] The materials in which the WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE presents itself come from the everyday domestic sphere, much having to do with ornamenting the body: copper and brass wire, buttons, beads, baubles, hooks, eyes, straps, false fingernails, makeup, hair, ribbons, lace, thread, shells, feathers, and bones. The amulets are fetishes, beautiful ornamental objects, and they are connected to the fetishism of architectural representation.[34] Billows of smoke of several hookahs hang in the air. People sit on couches of brocaded silk, leaning on a cushions[45]. Chattering and cricket chirping fill the air.

INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

THE HOUSE WANTS TO DANCE

After eating the WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE starts playing Promiscuous Girl by Nelly Furtado. Slowly the room is filled with curiously dancing people. Tossing their hands in a wanton and lascivious manner. One man imitates the movements of a kangaroo grazing in the woods, whilst a second crawled up, and pretended to spear him.[46] LENNY and THE WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE feel MARGOT penetrating them and start dancing along.

WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE (dances irregularly curved from concave to convex)

♪ Promiscuous girl

Wherever you are

I'm all alone

And it's you that I want. ♪

LENNY

Our most intimate gestures move to sounds, we dance.[47] Absurd, peculiar, mad, fantastic, bizarre, eccentric, capricious, whimsical, laughable, and also charming. [48]

WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE (opens the ceiling to reveal a hundred sparkling stars through the moving branches of the wind tossed apple tree blond, tawny, copper, golden, straw yellow, orange, ochre, sand or tan, multiplying the straight, centred, short rays, piercing and sharp like the trill of a bird. [49] The signs of the Zodiac are moving from east to west and go round the world in twenty four hours.[48] A strong wind starts rising.)

♪ Promiscuous boy

You already know

That I'm all yours

What you waiting for? ♪

LENNY

Minute promptings coming from everywhere, in quality, dimension or intensity, on every wave length make sensibility tremble, fluctuate and sweep and dance randomly over the spaces.[50] I look at Margot and even while she speaks the waves wash over her lips, and down into the deep she plunges. The sea breaking free.[52] WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE (Motion grows, as a wave grows white when the wind begins rising[53])

♪ Promiscuous girl

You're teasing me

You know what I want

And I got what you need ♪

LENNY

Time stands still where space folds in on itself. [54] The sea gives birth to a tidal flow […] a rhythmic current emerges from the disorderly lapping of waves, music surfaces in this place. [55] Here the body rises above disorder, here Margot rises above the waves, even more complex in her multiplicity than the nautical sound of waves breaking.

WITTGENSTEIN HOUSE

♪ Promiscuous boy

Let's get to the point

Cause we're on a roll

Are you ready? ♪

LENNY

However much one knows about it, the veiling of the sun’s light is disturbing and transports one to another world. Lying on the moving floor, shaken by the movement of the waves [56] I am in danger of drowning.

MARGOT

I thought you’ve learned how to swim till now.

LENNY

I am a moving, active body, expressing in exertion, movement, gesture and dance, rather than in sensibility alone.[51] I’ve learned to swim in this flood of confusion. And the ship will not resemble merely a ship, but also the sea itself, even to its hull and sails being composed of waves.[52] The obscurity is long; here is the dawn; the cock crows to the Sun God.[53] And beyond the reach of water, beyond wind, cold, fog, light and dark even beyond noise, […] the house protects us just as the belly of a vessel separates us from the cold of the sea. [54]

[1] Seneca, Complete Works

[2] Da Vinci, Notebooks

[3] Serres, The Birth of Physics

[4] Round the World

[5] Buffon, Natural History Vol 2

[6] Buffon, Natural History Vol 2

[7] Physiologus

[8] Serres, The Five Senses

[9] Aquinas, Summa Theologica

[10] Procopius, History of the War Books Vol 1

[11] Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology

[12] Serres, The Parasite

[13] Deleuze Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus

[14] Aquinas, Summa Theologica

[15] Serres, Branches

[16] Hugo, Les Miserables

[17] The Young Pope

[18] Deleuze Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus

[19] Serres, The Parasite

[20] Rousseau, Collected Works of Jean-Jacques Rousseau

[21] Foucault, The History of Sexuality Volume 2

[22] Kassinger, Slime

[26] Deleuze, Cinema 1 The Movement Image

[27] Serres, Troubadour of Knowledge

[27] Rand, The Fountainhead

[27] Hovestadt Buehlmann, Quantum City

[29] Hays, Architecture Theory since 1968

[30] Frankl, The Gothic

[31] Schumacher, The Autopoiesis of Architecture Vol 2

[32] Carter, Anthony Blunt His Lives

[33] Ockmann, Architecture Culture 1943 1968

[35] Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology

[35] The Young Pope

[36] Proust, In Search of Lost Time Vol IV Sodom and Gomorrah

[37] Wollstonecraft, Complete Works

[38] Proust, In Search of Lost Time Vol II Within a Budding Grove

[39] Gothein, A History of Garden Art

[41] Proust, In Search of Lost Time Vol I Swanns Way

[42] Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology

[43] Serres, The Five Senses

[44] Asimov, Complete Robot Anthology

[34] Hays, Architecture Theory since 1968

[45] The Book of the Thousand and One Nights

[46] Darwin, Voyage of the Beagle Round the World

[47] Serres, The Five Senses

[48] Wittkower, Born under Saturn

[49] Serres, The Five Senses

[48] da Vinci, The Notebooks of Leonardo da Vinci

[50] Serres, The Five Senses

[52] Serres, Genesis

[53] Virgil, Aeneid

[54] Serres, The Five Senses

[55] Serres, The Five Senses

[56] Serres, The Five Senses

[51] Serres, The Five Senses

[52] Foucault, This is not a Pipe

[53] Serres, The Parasite

[54] Serres, The Five Senses

[43] Serres, The Five Senses

[chaekkung]

o wormie? u? in a lot of love? perfect i don't think i've asked u yet but (if ur free) could u talk about why/how you started loving changkyun/hyungwon (or both :-D) ?? pls ramble as much as u like!! read more exists 4 a reason and . i love reading ppl b soft and in love it's cute!!!!! i love u have a good night/day ! 💛💛

o holy shit thats a lot ok im gonna write about changkyun since i Havent... :( and ill copy pasta one of my hyungwon essays for u to read!!!! the changkyun will be under it :^) this is gonna be Super Long im sorrie in advance LMAO BUT HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT TOO!!!! :D (also theres prob gonna be a lot of typos bc im Dumb but.. bear w/ me)

mister chae:

honestly i don’t even know where to start?? uhh i guess with his looks first since,, this is describing or smthing,, anyways yeah hyungwon is just… fucking beautiful. he has the most handsome and visually attractive face ive ever seen in my whole life??? and i’ve stanned a lot of groups in my past before but hyungwon is honestly one of the best looking man i know :( im not even being biased,,, anyways yeah there’s that. and he’s like naturally a model, i mean he can legit wear anything and do anything and he’ll look like he’s posing for a high end magazine, not surprised if he’s been modeling since he was like, born. also he has the most beautiful and endearing smile and laugh…. when he smiles he really goes from :o -> :D like!! please!! you are too fucking cute,,, :((( he really lights up the entire room solely w his smile im jusT?? wow?? like when his smile lines by the sides of his nose down to the corner of his mouth come out i just,,,, really… need 2 calm my heart. he has like the closed mouth wide smile, and the straight up whole face smile!! and i.. love both.. so much,,, and yeah anyways his lips are like the first thing people notice about him and big mood?? they’re so plump and … kissable.. and soft.. but my favorite feature on him are his eyes tbh…. idk he has really beautiful eyes? idk how to describe it but like, they’re so…. kind? and bright.. it’s just i want to look into them all day long and im just… so in love with his eyes. like,, they really hold all the stars in my universe wtf!!!  :( OH AND I DONT TALK ABOUT THIS ENOUGH BUT…. HIS EARS ARE SO FUCKING ADORABLE WTF I WANT A MOLD OF HIS EARS ON MY DESK,,, idk about others but i personally find his right ear cute as fuck?? like the extra folds in his ears.. i would d*e for them………. godksj why is everything about him so cute i just?? want to kno …

ok now im going to talk about him!!! so his personality, is what i really fell in love with,, (god this all sounds so.. cliche. but it’s.. true, also unrelated but every time someone talked about,, love cliches and shit i was always like ‘sounds fake’ but???? after hyungwon i really?? believe in all of that..) if i had to use one word to describe him it would just be ‘kind’… like he!!! is!!! the king of being considerate and compassionate and wonderful and he’s just a really good person.. :( he’s the one you can always count on and lean on. he’d always be on your side and makes you feel safe and comforted,, like he’s really full of love??? even the members said he’s a really good listener and they chose as him as someone they go to when they’re feeling down because he makes them feel better about the situation (god, i wish they were me,,) and he has the most beautiful heart… like, he’s been wearing the Sewol bracelet since as long as we’ve known and he has never missed a day. you can always see it during fansigns, vlives, whenever he’s out, and he even wore it when he was modeling under his clothes… :(( he went from the charm, to the rope bracelet thing, to the clip on and now he’s wearing the wristband!! :(((((( he says he will always wear it to remember the incident, and he has been for over two years… he’s doing it out of the kindness of his heart and not to show anyone… he said he felt so helpless during the time, and watching every thing unfold before him, and has worn the yellow bracelet which symbolizes ‘hope’ :((((((((( god,, real emo hours,,, i love my angel so much wtf !!! ok next,, (sjdhaj at this point im going to write a whole novel wtf but im gonna,, stop soon i swear .) hyungwon is really fucking hardworking and ?? he’s so dedicated to his career and making sure that we, his fans, are always satisfied and proud to stan him.. like he’s constantly saying he will work hard to show us something better next time, that he’s not going to stop trying to improve himself. every single stage he puts his all into it, but he pushes himself even more to show us a even better one. he’s always worried and thinking about his career as an actor and a singer. he wants to promote the group in any way that he can, whether it’s through modeling or acting :(( what a King… he’s… really always striving to do the Best and he won’t ever settle or be content with it because he’s just naturally an ambitious and super hard working person… like. he’s so dedicated to what he does, no matter what it is. uhh one more thing he’s actually a really sentimental guy!! not like in a bad way, but in the best possible way. he’s really sweet, and gentle.. (he would be the Best Boyfriend,,, im just saying..) he’s the type to give handwritten letters… and surprise gifts.. (he said so!!) he said he cant cook but he want to cook for his gf he will try his best and it will be full of love… god.. i wish that were me. he’s the type to keep quiet… but take silently notes on what someone likes/dislikes, and will reveal it unexpectedly with a gift or when he says something and it will! make the other person! so happy! :((( he doesn’t put his emotions Out There, he’s not rlly good at it,, but he honestly has so much love in him,,, he tries his best to show it ok!! it’s,, good effort it’s so cute when he does… ah.. pls.,,, he’s always like ah, i don’t know if i can properly show my appreciation and sincerity for you guys, but i hope you guys know how thankful i am for you. LASDHFJAK GOFD,S,,,, IM FUCKIGN EMO THINKGIN ABOTU IT AGAIN… HE HAS A HEART OF GOLD AND HE’S SUCH A SWEETHEART I JUST WISH MORE PEOPLE WOULD SEE IT.. :(( HE DESERVES ALL THE LOVE IN THIS ENTIRE UNIVERSE AND I REALLY HOPE ALL MY LOVE FOR HIM CAN COUNT AS SOMETHING FOR IT ALL.. UGHFJASHJSAALSJF yeah ok let me,,, stop… sorry to everyone who has to scroll past this LMAo,, :(

ok i was gonna stop but i forgot to mention how he’s so fucking talented!! i mean this boy does it ALL. the whole package or w/e. god,, i love my whole ass talented man wtf! he sings, dances, choreographs, models, acts, DJs, is multilingual, and a world class poet,, cmon. ANYWAYS he excels in all those areas nd,, no argument there.. his voice is angelic as fuck ,, just like his personality.. and his dancing.. god,,, like . his dancing his so on point, his every move,, and it’s so.. fluid.. and natural. and it’s harder for tall people to dance esp ones w like long ass limbs (hyungwon.,,) but he still looks fucking amazing and pulls everything off so perfectly????? gofdj,,, can he like . Stop being so…. perfect.. and lovable… :((( he just puts so much passion into everything he does!!! and his heart is pure Gold ,, i just.. love him,,,,,,, everything about him …. ok lmao let me stop !!! if u actually read all this wtf,, im sorry nd i’d die for u

mister changkyun:

okay wtf icb i havent talked about changkyun that much on my blog.... anyways this is gonna be a mess and unorganized bc im Dumb but here goes,,, ok we can start from the beginning kinda,, so originally wonho was my #2 bias and then mh i think like i love changkyun but i wasnt like IN LOVE you kno?? honestly i started to notice him more firstable bc he and hyungwon are so frigging cute together?? i just couldnt ignore it and next thing u know im IN Love w my lil koala :(((( hes sO CUTE ..... LIKE.. IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT I REALLY JUST WANNA BE AROUND HIM ALL THE TIME!! his sense of humor and his personality in general is so?? positive?? and fun??!!! like i would spend every second of the rest of my life w him... and he’s so cheesy as we all know ,, and i find it so cute but also he makes me so stressed bc he’s so mushy aijsdgfhdjs but he rlly Love us wtf.. and hes so funnie... he makes me smile and laugh all the time :( and he genuinely Loves every single one of his fans so much... he’s so sweet with them and he makes them feel so loved and special, and like they’re the only person in the world at that moment :(((( this boy gives so much love and i only want to give him a million times more back... 

HIS LAUGH.. OK.. HIS LAUGH!!!!!! MAKES MY HEART MELT LIKE LAVA WTF SJDFUDJS HES SOSOSOSOOS CUTE WHEN HE LUAHGS HE LIKE.. PUTS HIS ALL INTO IT.. IT SLIKE HAHAHAHA FR... PLS,,, ESP WHEN HE GOES CRAZY AND ALSO STARTS CLAPPING,... LMAO MOOD.. HE SOS CUTIEJUJIiajsdfudj and WHEN HE SMILES THE CLOSED-MOUTH-WIDE-SMILE AND HIS CUTE ASS DIMPLES COME OUT.... HOTLT FUCKIDUFD THERE GOES MY SOUL AND GALLONS OF HEART NUT... ITS THE CUTEST SIGHT IN THE WORLD AHHH HIS DIMPLE ARE ADORABLE AND HIS CHEEKS!! I WANT TO SQUISH!!! i wanna . reside in his dimples. build a home there and alll....... omg.. :’(( every time he takes a selfie or smthing i rlly Lose it. every single selfie is his Best selfie. wtf.... king of angles fr... AND KING OF FOOT SELFIES TOOOSJFDK LLISTEN AGAIN HES SOSOOSOSO HANDSOME AND GOOD LOOKING OKAY!!! HES REALLY A VISUAL?? IDK HOW PEOPLE CANT SEE IT BUT LIEK THIS BOY IS F  I  N E ..... HIS FACE IS SO BEAUTIFUL AHHHhhhHHHHH  AND HE NEVER HAD A BAD ERA.. HE WAS HOT SINCE NO MERCY WTF !!!!! UGJFSUJDJS I HOPE HE KNOWS HES FUCKING BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!! :( ANF HIS BEAUTIFUL NOSE,, AND HIS EYES!!!! OGM!!,,, GOD AND HIS PERFECTLY SHAPED LIPS.... HSI JAWLINE,,, BITUCSHJ,,,

OK HES SO LOVABLE IN EVERY DAMN WAY LIKE,, he’s Weird but its a cute Weird he’s so special omg there’s really no one else like him :(((( like...... he’s a treasure fr... he’s So Many things and once its hard to pinpoint his personality but like ??? i love it so much?? he’s a mystery and i dont know what he’s thinking like most of the time but.. i rlly love him omgdsj he’s so special :’( like fr !!! everyone LOVES him!! :(( most people wouldnt see him as the maknae if they dont Know,, but like he really is... and he’s really mx’s babie :-( they spoil him so much and love the heck out of him,,, he’s really the most loved maknae out there wtf... honestly... i love family... they really Adore him so much ugh what a big ass fking MOOD! :((

AND HIS VOICE!!!!! THE VOICE OF THE HEAVENS AND ANGELS AND HAPPINESS AND ALSO NUT!!!! WTF!! HIS VOICE IS SO SEXY AJSDFGDUJIS LIKE... PLEASE... NARRATE THE BIBLE TO ME HOLY FUCKSIFDU, YOU KNOW HIS VOICE ONLY V LIVE... HOLY SHIT MY EARS NUTTED SO HARD omg.... i just wanna listen to his voice All Day.... and dont even get mee started on his rapping .... he starts his bar and sets me on fucking fire w half a syllable . and did i mentioned he fucking amazing at rapping yeah . he Does That. and hes so charismatic, especially on stage... :((( ugh omgfisjd i wanan d*e when hes being so h*t on screen fucksdf,,, and like . his mixtapes he’s working on... king... pleas.e.... End me. just end me with ur talented ass wtf... 

SIJDFJD I NEED TO SHUT UP BUT LISTEN IM SO PROUD OF HOW MUCH HE’S GROWN IN THE PAST 2+ YEARS... LIKE HE’S COME SO FUCKING FAR!!!!! IN SO MANY WAYS!!!!!!!! GOD,,,,, I LOVE HIM SOSOSOSOSO DAMN MUCHSJIDFUDS HE MAKES MY HEART CONTINUE BEATING... THATS REALLY MY BABIE !! MY FUCKING CINNAMON APPLE!!! :(((((((((((

ok let me stop thank u,,, also... if anyone actually made it here hi wow uh ur great ily wtf :--(