#moondance bounce

[minisugakoobies]

It's You - Choi San | 3 AM

Pairing: San x Reader Genre: smut, crack, fluff, angst, roommates to lovers, BFF’s Lil Bro!AU Series Rating: M (18+) Drabble Warnings: sneaking around, sloppy making out, lots of cuddling and kissing, honestly this is super soft, drunk San is a whole different type of menace, a little angst on OC's part, pet names deployed as weapons (baby) Word Count: 2.1k Disclaimers: SFW, obviously I don’t own ATZ - they just inspire me

Summary: He was only supposed to be a temporary roommate. Your best friend’s little brother, crashing on your couch for a few weeks. That’s it. How did this happen?

A/N: This started with talking about drunk San with @minttangerines and @kiestrokes, and then @moni-logues made me miss this couple, so boom! New vignette! I should warn you that I wrote this over the course of 2 days, entirely between the hours of midnight and 5 am because I've been staying up wayyyy too late to watch the Coachella livestreams (can we talk about Chellateez?! because holy shit!), so it's probably a mess and it's unbeta'd, so… blame any typos or incoherency on my fucked up sleep schedule! 🥱

Lyrics are from "Moondance" by Van Morrison, inspired by that one toktoq of San singing that song, which absolutely killed me.

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It’s three in the morning, and you’re wide awake, at your desk, working frantically on an article whose deadline is mere hours away. For not the first time tonight, you curse your natural inclination towards procrastination and scrub your hand down your face, wishing you’d chosen a different career. 

There’s some noise outside your door and you realize San must be home. He’d been down at the Blue Bird with Hongjoong, drinking and hanging out with Wooyoung as he bartended. From the way San’s shuffling around, it sounds like Woo had been his typical kind self and given San more generous pours than he should have. A loud “oof” resonates, and you hear the armchair scrape the floor a bit, as if he were setting it back in its place. You wince, hoping he didn’t wake his sister, who has an early shift and needs to be up at dawn.

“Noona. Nooooooona.” Tap tap tappity tap. “Are you up? I can see - I can see your light.” 

San raps on your door, calling out to you in a voice that’s hushed but maybe not quite as quiet as he thinks it is. From his spot on your bed, Nero lifts his head off his paws at the sound, then blinks at you with his bright green eyes. 

“I know. He’s loud as fuck, isn’t he?” With a cluck of your tongue, you quickly hop up and open the door. San must’ve been leaning against it, because suddenly you’ve got a mountain on top of you, a loose-limbed one at that, eagerly but clumsily wrapping its arms around you. “San!” 

“Hiiiii,” San coos into your shoulder, where he’s buried his face. You shudder slightly as his breath tickles your skin exposed by the tank top you wear, and stagger away from the door enough to close it quietly as you can, not an easy task to do given the giant mass of man hanging his dead weight on you. 

“You know, your sister is sleeping just on the other side of this wall,” you remind him, but he doesn’t respond, too busy lathering the column of your neck with tiny kisses. “San. Come on, sit down.” 

With some stumbling from San and a not insignificant effort on your part, the two of you make it over to your bed. Your attempt at coaxing San into a sitting position fails miserably as he promptly splays on his back, pulling you on top of him. Nero hops off the bed in a huff. 

You go down like a sack of flour, not a gram of gracefulness in your fall, but San appears not to notice when your chin bounces off his sternum or your knee rams his thigh. He sighs contentedly, wrapping his arms around your back, tucking you against him.

“Mmmm. So nice,” he murmurs, resting his cheek against the top of your head. 

It’s three in the morning, and you need to finish this damn article. Except that right now, your body is telling you that what you really need is to stay exactly where you are. Because the minute the warmth of San’s embrace surrounded you, your stress melted away. The steady rise and fall of his chest calms you, makes your own breathing slow. You close your eyes, nestling closer to him, sliding your own arms around his waist. You could so easily fall asleep like this. 

But he can’t sleep here. 

“San. San, are you awake?” 

“I’m awake,” he replies, but with closed eyes, which doesn’t really give you a lot of confidence in his response. “I am,” he insists when you shake him, rolling his head away, but he still doesn’t look at you.

“Don’t fall asleep,” you warn him sternly. “I mean it!” 

San smiles, the one that tells you that he knows you’re going to give in to him, which is the smile you tend to see him flash the most often, because you’re weak for him and always giving in. But this isn’t one of those times when you can indulge him. No matter how much you want to. 

“Wish you’d come to the bar tonight. Wanted you there.” 

You knew that. He’d told you as much when he’d texted earlier. Unfortunately, you had to turn him down for the sake of remaining gainfully employed. He’d tried to convince you otherwise at first but finally said he understood. And then sent you a series of sad selfies, each one more pathetic than the last, lips puffing to an extreme. Because he understands the power that pout holds over you.

It’s embarrassing how bad you’re down for this man.

San’s fingers dance idly down your spine, and you sigh, eyes slipping shut again as you speak. “Believe me, I would’ve rather been there with you.” 

He hums, fingertips quickening their light minuet. He mumbles something into your hair, low and unintelligible from the way his lips are smushed against your head, so it takes you a few seconds to realize he’s not talking, he’s singing. 

“... marvelous night for a moondance, with the stars up above in your eyes…” 

“San,” you begin, but before you can warn him not to get any louder, he does so anyway, raising his beautiful voice a little, starting to get into it. 

“A fantabulous night to make romance, 'neath the cover of October skies…”

“Shhh!” Your shushing is cut short by your giggling, as you clap a hand over San’s mouth. “Oh my god, now is not the time for this!” 

This is one of San’s more notable habits - when a song gets stuck in his head, you’ll hear him singing it for days, just walking around the apartment humming the melody or, if he has an audience, belting out the lines. He knows how much you love his sweet tenor. Another fact about you he’s filed away to devastate you with at the most opportune times.

Like when you need to kick him out of your bed. 

He continues singing despite your hand pressing on his lips, slurring the words directly into your palm. His eyebrows are working overtime, top half of his face playfully conveying whatever lyrics are being smothered against your skin. He’s so ridiculous, so over-the-top, even at three in the morning when anyone else would be exhausted, like you felt before he walked into your room, since his energy is infectious and perked you up better than the multiple cups of coffee you downed in your desperate attempt to stay awake. That’s San for you - he’s always giving you something when you need it - his time, his help, his energy. 

So you decide to give him something back, and replace your hand with your mouth, drawing him into a tender kiss, imbuing it with all those things you feel but never say. His muffled singing becomes a hum becomes a moan, at first surprised, then pleased. One of his hands drops to your thigh and with a bit of urgent tugging, he maneuvers you on top of him, chest pressed to chest.

His kissing is only the slightest bit sloppier when he’s been drinking, wetter from his tongue caressing yours with somewhat less skill than usual, but it’s never bothered you. You like seeing this side of him, looser with his inhibitions, with whatever holds him in place - or holds him back. One day you’ll ask him to show you more, when you’re both sober. 

And when things are different. Less… ambiguous between the two of you. 

If you reach that point. 

“Noona.” San whispers, thankfully pulling you from the heavier thoughts threatening to sink you right out of the moment. You open your eyes to look at him as he pecks your cheeks.  “I like kissing you.” 

You grin, letting your forehead knock against his. “Yeah, I kinda noticed.” 

“Aren’t you going to say it back?” The look he gives you would melt the hardest of hearts. This is why you’re not afraid to be needy with San. There’s no reason to be, not when he’s just the same. 

“I like kissing you too,” you declare, kissing the tip of his nose, laughing at the way his eyes cross as he follows your lips. “But now’s not the time for that, either.” 

“Then what time is it?”

Laughing, you gently guide him into a sitting position, keeping your arms looped over his shoulders. His lust is morphing into sleepiness, eyelids drooping as he gazes at you, and your heart goes so soft at the sight of him. 

“It’s time for you to go to bed.” 

“Okay,” he chirps, immediately flopping onto his back again. 

“Ohhhh no, not here. You gotta go. I still have to finish my work, and you…” The words stick in your throat. You can’t be here. You don’t want to say them. You want him to be here. Tonight, and tomorrow, and on and on. 

But that’s a conversation for another time. Not three in the morning.

“You have to go,” you groan, sliding off the bed and grabbing his arms, less gentle and more insistent this time. “Come on, get up!” 

San lets out a whine of protest. “But baby, why can’t I stay here?” 

Oh, he would drop a ‘baby’ now, slipping it in so casually, so naturally, like there’s nothing unusual about him calling you that. As if it’s not something new he only started doing the other day, happening maybe a handful of times since. 

Since the two of you have been doing this undefined thing, there’s really only been one unspoken rule. You sleep in your bed, and he sleeps on the couch. Even on the nights when Haneul’s working the late shift, or she’s over at Jongho’s. You never know if she’ll come home early, so you don’t risk it. It’s just easier this way.

Doesn’t mean you like it, though. 

“Because. If Haneul catches you coming out of here - “

The sound of a door opening makes you freeze right down to your tongue, leaving your sentence unfinished. Your head swivels towards your own door. A pair of feet pad down the hall, getting closer, then fading away, until you hear another door being closed. The bathroom. 

“Noona.” 

You turn to find a sober-looking San staring at you. He reaches out, hands settling on your hips, holding on to you as you stand between his legs. Clinging again. 

“She’s in early today, right?” 

The two of you probably know Haneul’s schedule better than she does. You nod.

“Then I’ll just stay in here. She’ll think I never came home.” 

He makes it sound so simple. So reasonable. He’ll stay here until she leaves. Why didn’t you think of that? Is it because you don’t like thinking of San with someone else, even if said person is an imaginary person who exists solely to provide an excuse that will allow you to get what you want? And if you get what you want now, it’s only going to hurt more when you can’t have it anymore?

Yeah, that’s probably it. 

“I don’t know…” you bite your lip.

“Come on,” he wheedles, drawing you into his lap again, cupping your face with both hands. “Let me stay with you. Don’t you want me?” 

And there it goes, the last remaining bit of your resistance. 

“Okay.”

San seems a little shocked, face lighting up in delight, and you wonder if it’s at how quickly you agreed, or that you agreed at all. Maybe both.

“But we have to be quiet. So, you know…” You trail off, gesturing wordlessly. 

“No moondancing?” He emphasizes the word heavily, lifting a brow, and you roll your eyes but grin as well.

“Right, none of that.”

“Just cuddles?” 

As if he needs to ask. You nod. “But I’m not coming to bed until I finish my work.” You reclaim your seat at your desk, folding your arms over the back of it, trying to give the appearance of someone with a solid backbone, since yours is apparently made of pudding. 

“That’s okay,” San says, already tugging his shirt off, then his pants, until he’s only in his boxer briefs. He peels back your comforter, sliding into the soft sheets, and again the action is so natural, so normal, like he does this every night, that something in your chest constricts. “I’ll just wait for you.” 

Your first thought is that you should inform him that he’s going to be waiting a while, but then again, maybe he won’t. 

You’re feeling suddenly inspired. 

(It’s three in the morning, and you’re falling in love.)

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[boysplanetrecaps]

Build Up Episode 0: Getting to Know the Boys Part 4: Team Unique

Hey, friends! This is the fourth and final post in my “episode zero” series of my MNET’s Build Up recaps. I’m giving you some basic background info on each of the boys, including where you may have seen them before, the group they’re in normally if applicable, and my opinion/analysis of their teaser performance. In the previous post, I covered Team Power. This will wrap things up with Team Unique. Woot!

Kang Hayoon

Hayoon is 20, and before this, he went on LOUD and Kookmin Singer. He may have met Jung Soomin (the kid from Chicago) on the show Loud, and he may have met Kwon Euibin on Kookmin Singer.

He was V07, and his teaser song is One and Only by Adele. He has a genuinely unique singing style that doesn’t at all match the way he dresses and looks. It’s a very specific vocal color that might not appeal to everyone -- deliberately somewhat nasal, but in a controlled way. It sounds retro-modern, the way that a lot of Western artists sing these days. He’s obviously a genuine talent, but I can almost feel his throat closing up as he sings. He needs a bit of training to really use that amazing instrument he has. I hope he gets it, and that it doesn’t destroy his natural color. 

Jeon Woong

Hair-stylist Unnies, what the fuck? Seriously.

Much better, thank you.

Woong is 26 years old, and was V11, performing Bad by Christopher. He sings the song almost exactly the way the original performer does, even down to the little purposeful vocal kicks. I would have liked to hear a bit more of his interpretation of the song instead of karaoke version. He uses falsetto to hit some of the high notes, but that’s ok, they’re very high notes and he sounds good. I like his singing in an instinctive way, but I’m not sure how well trained he is.  

Woong is in AB6IX, a four member group (used to be five) from Brandnew music. Like CIX, this is post-Wanna One group; Daehwi, a former member of Wanna One, is the center and face of AB6IX. Woong, meanwhile, is the main vocal. AB6IX started off doing pretty well, but one of their members, Youngmin, had a DUI arrest and had to leave the group in disgrace. It hurt the group pretty badly, and they haven’t really bounced back. Hopefully, going on this show will draw some good attention to the group, who I’ve always liked but thus far haven’t stanned. The song of theirs that I like best (of the ones I’ve heard -- there are lot of kpop songs, you guys, I don’t always keep up) is Close. 

And if you want to hear more of Woong’s voice, here’s his solo song, Moondance.  

Sunyoul

Sunyoul is 27 and a member of Up10tion. 

He has been on a few shows before this, including two reality shows devoted to trot, a uniquely Korean style of music, and a stint on King of Mask Singer in 2016 where he managed to convince everyone that he was a female trot singer. People were pretty surprised when they found out who he was! Seriously, check out his performance -- I don’t think I’d guess in a million years that this was a man.

For his teaser performance, he was V04, and did a song called Twenty Five Twenty One. He had some shaky moments, but showed his strong lower register and some serious vocal agility, moving from low to high notes almost effortlessly. I think he’s one to watch. 

Let me talk briefly about Up10tion. They debuted as a 10 member group in 2015, and didn’t really catch the world on fire. Several members went on ProduceX101 and two members did well enough that they basically started solo careers afterward instead of really bringing the fame home to the group. (I’m not criticizing them -- that was mismanagement on the agency’s part, not their fault.) Three members have left the group, and two members went on Boys Planet (Hwanhee and Xiao). Several members have left the agency, including Hwanhee and Sunyoul, and the future of Up10tion is really dubious at this point.  

Meanwhile, I’ve liked a few songs of Up10tion over the years, so it’s a bummer that they never really worked out. I think the first song of theirs that I liked was Blue Rose. Also, What if Love is great, especially the chorus, even if it sounds like they’re saying “ready for love” instead of “what if love”. In my opinion, a lot of Up10tion songs have weird intros and kind of mid verses and then awesome choruses held down by Hwanhee’s marquee vocals and Sunyoul’s sweet higher register. So if you listen to the first 30 seconds and you’re like “meh?” give the whole song a listen. Also, their song Spin Off was one of the best songs of 2021 and lives forever on my playlists. It’s one of those full-on kpop songs that isn’t really any genre, just sort of pop that makes you feel happy. 

Wumuti

Wumuti is 24 and is from China, though he’s actually an ethnic Uyghur, a Turkic ethnic group that is an officially recognized ethnic minority in China. If you read my Boys Planet recaps, you know that I have a soft spot for him. He just wants this so bad. Plus, and I don’t want to bum you out too much, but the Uyghurs are facing some pretty serious problems, including forced sterilization and labor camps and it’s really really bad. So I can’t help but always cheer for Wumuti, you know? 

He also seems like a really sweet, genuine, and hard working person. He seems pretty fluent in Korean and has been on all the Korean reality shows: Road to Star, The Dance & The Voice, Super Idol, Under Nineteen and Boys Planet. So this makes the third survival show in a row that Wumuti and Jay will be on together! (The other two were Under 19 and Boys Planet.)

Here’s one of my favorite Wumuti performances, gross lollipop aside. (He’s the one in the white hat.) Oh, now I miss Boys Planet!

Then there’s his cover of Antifragile, which he released shortly after getting kicked off Boys Planet. 

Ok, as for his teaser song, he was V12, performing Seven by Jungkook. He sounds fine, though I wouldn’t say at all his voice belongs in Unique. I think I’d call it Allround -- I couldn’t promise that I’d know his voice just from hearing it the way I would with, say, Hwanhee or Jay. Also, the rapping is a little cringe, but TBH it’s cringe even in the original version of the song. 

I think he was hoping to get people’s attention by singing a super popular song in English. His end game isn’t to make the top 4 of this show -- he wants to launch a solo career. I mean, that’s what I assume, anyway. I’m not sure if that will work out for him, but I hope it does. 

Lee Gwangseok, aka, Lee Kwangseok

Gwangseok is kind of a question mark overall -- I know nothing about him, not even his age. We actually learn on the first episode that he has no training at all and works as a model (!). So he has never been on any other show and he’s definitely not in an existing group. 

He’s V19 in the teaser song, showing off a unique, smokey, extremely thick kind of voice. I enjoy his performance, even though he’s singing a ballad, so that says a lot, though I know that some people may not personally like this distinctive style. I wouldn’t necessarily have guessed that he has no training. Maybe he just has good instincts, or maybe he had some light vocal training, like in high school chorus or something like that, because he can hit some fairly high notes in his chest voice. And some singers are charming without training -- Joni Mitchell comes to mind as someone like that. They sing the way they sing, and people can like it or not.

I’ll be really interested in see more of Gwangseok. I don’t know if he’s right for a vocal group based on harmonies, because his voice is so distinctive. However, he’s apparently quite handsome* and that combined with genuine vocal talent and his sort of self-effacing charm could give him a decent solo career.

*Those of you who regularly read my recaps know that I have no idea who is and who isn’t “handsome” or ���pretty” in the kpop world. I often pick out the member who everyone thinks is the “ugly one” in a group and choose them as the one who’s best looking! So I have no idea. But the other guys on the show react in such a way as to indicate that he’s really handsome, and he works as a model, so I guess he’s handsome. 

Hong Sungwon

He’s a musical actor, and that’s about all I know. 

He was V21, doing Desperado by the Eagles. He sings it with a slight country twang, which is wild for a non-native speaker. (I assume he’s a non-native speaker? Maybe I’m wrong.) He has a rich, warm tone and impeccable pitch. I don’t love all his weird rhythmic choices in the song, but he’s trying to show that he’s fully singing live. It’s hard to critique a voice like this -- it’s just really good without necessarily really being all that unique. I like it a lot, don’t get me wrong. It’ll be nice to hear him sing more on this show. 

Neon

He’s listed as a solo singer, but I can’t figure out much more about him. There’s another Korean singer in this world named Neon Bunny (check out her song It’s You, one of my all-time favorites -- she’s not a kpop singer, she’s an indie artist and the song is amazing) and another Kpop performer named Neon who is a band called About U, so it’s hard to find out info about this particular guy with the same/similar name. I do know that he’s 28 years old -- that’s about it!

He was V33, doing Rush Hour by Crush. He has clean, nice vocals -- not particular unique, despite his category. He’s just really nice to listen to. Good pitch, good breath control, good power, all the good stuff. In fact, I think I would have put him in the Power category. You can see him in his silhouette performance standing quite a distance from the microphone, still singing loud enough to be heard clearly.  I’m looking forward to hearing more from him.

Kim Seohyung

Soehyung is a musical actor and has a similar singing style to Kim Seongjeong and Choi Haram. So it’s just not going to appeal to me, as much as I can respect his skill. His teaser song was V18, Me After You by Paul Kim. He did falter a little on one of the high notes, but I mean, it was just 90 seconds of singing one song, and mistakes happen. I think he belongs in the Power category, not the Unique category, but that’s just me.

A fan of his made this “Kim Seohyung cut” of episode 1 -- all 90 seconds that we got to see of him in episode one. MNET really doesn’t care much about Seohyung! 

Lee Hwanhee

Hwanhee is from Up10tion, but you might recall him from Boys Planet as the guy who ended up on General Gunwook’s team for Kill this Love. (Performance) You might also remember that he had to withdraw from the show midway due to his health issues. 

He is V38, performing Tomboy by G-Idle. He did the song justice, I thought, putting enough snap and sass into it. There were some backup prerecorded vocals that make it tough to tell how much he’s singing live. But I’ve heard enough of his vocals to know that he’s capable of some excellent singing.

I never got the sense that many of my 3-4 readers liked Hwanhee much, but I think he’s a really good vocalist. I like his distinctive, Baekhyun-esque vocal color, which adds nicely to Up10tion songs. However, he might be a tad outclassed by some of the other guys on this show, who have more training than he does. I think sometimes he wears out his voice and kind of runs out of steam while he sings. 

I think I would have put him in the Power category, but maybe I don’t really understand what the categories are about. 

Kwon Euibin

I can’t get over this official picture. Imagine being like, “Yes, this represents me. This is my brand. I’m going for that, like, pissed off substitute teacher vibe.” I mean. IDK.

He really likes beige sweaters over white shirts, I guess. 

Ok, so Euibin is only 25 years old, and my scouting tells me he’s a trainee going for the idol life. He went on two other shows: The Idol Band: Boy's Battle and Kookmin Singer. On the latter show, he may have met Kang Hayoon, the one who sang the Adele song for his intro clip.

He was V35, another fecking ballad, but his voice was unexpectedly sweet and pretty compared to his serious countenance.  He strained a little on some of the higher notes and the whole thing felt a little uneven, occasionally kind of shouty. It’s nice to listen to despite all that. I’m not quite sure what to make of him so far, so I’ll reserve judgment for now.  But again, not sure he’s “unique.”

Taewoo

Taewoo is 26 and my sleuthing tells me he’s a songwriter who appeared on a few other shows I haven’t heard of, Sing Again 2 and Vocal Play 2. 

He’s V28, Thought of You by John Park. I really like his voice. It’s slightly gravely, in a good way -- it has character. Finally, a unique singer who is actually unique. It’s hard to say how trained he is based on this clip but I know I want to hear more of him!

And that’s it! Gang, we did it. We made it through all 40! Now, I’ll move on to the recap at last. 

See you then and there! 

[zmeczeni]

@ofvalyriansteel, plotted.

the door opens with an echoing slam, sounds of a scuffle bouncing off the walls of the dungeon, as baela feebly struggled against the two men holding her by the arms. " let go of me! i'm prince daemon's daughter! " she demanded, but they were unmoved like stones. orders were given, and they had to follow.

with a huff she was thrown to the ground of the cell, the door closed behind her. and at first, she did not even realise she was not alone. " bastards. " she cursed under her breath. if only moondancer was bigger, she could have escaped... slowly, her eyes got used to the darkness and at last, she noticed the other person with him she as sentenced to that horrid fate.

her eyes widened, and she almost had to brush them with her hands to make sure that they were not playing a trick on her. the princess rhaenys had been announced dead, killed for her defiance against the new king... " grandmother..? " she asked, sheepishly, in disbelief.

[mvndrvke]

@asoulunbound gets a starter! laena + baela

Baela has never known freedom like this. Flying above the Narrow Sea, caught between water and sky. Moondancer is smaller than her parents' dragons, which means that she can fly more freely where she wants. Pentos is a stranger's land, but the skies will always be the domain of House Targaryen. She will always be at home here.

She returns home reluctantly, to the generous home they've been given there. Moondancer circles lower slowly, and the dragon seems just as reluctant to end up on land again as her rider. But still, they land eventually, and Baela dismounts to find her mother there.

She smiles at her, a little bit guiltily. She had no permission to go flying on her own, but the sky had called to her. The freedom of it had called to her.

"Mother," she says, bowing her head to her before she bounces closer. "It's perfect weather for flying!" Her steps slow after a moment, though, and she stops before she reaches Laena. "Are you mad at me?"

[bcldbaela]

“ the afternoon is yours to spend in any way that you like.”

The young lady couldn't hide her excitement at Rhaenyra's words. The whole afternoon was for her to enjoy, and she was beaming. She wanted to do and see so much but needed to figure out where to start. Perhaps, she would spend the day lying on the beach and soaking up the sun with Moondancer.

"Thank you. I appreciate the afternoon of freedom." Baela spoke as she tried not to bounce too much on her toes. "Would you like to join me? We could perhaps go flying?" she offered to wonder if there was a chance that she might persuade Rhaenyra to join her. There was the possibility that she could and they could sneak away for the afternoon.

"You do deserve a break.."

[carewyncromwell]

“And now for a scene at the end of our tale 

Of two ghostly lovers under a moon so pale.”

x~x~x~x

background picture source (x) // effects courtesy of Lunapic and EZGif 

x~x~x~x

The first snowfall outside of the Cromwell Manor happened in mid-November, about a week after the house’s new Master had left Liberty Square. It was also the first day in almost two hundred years that the Beating Heart Bride, Carewyn Cromwell, left the perimeter of her family home. 

It was the Wanderer, Orion Amari, who had encouraged her. Carewyn had been concerned that, while they were fully materialized again, she wouldn’t blend in with mortals the way Orion was somewhat able to...but seeing the snow that year had awakened something in Carewyn she’d nearly forgotten was there.

She used to love the winter, when she was alive. Charles Cromwell used to have to host parties during that time, to keep up appearances in town, and Carewyn loved the times when her grandfather, aunts, and uncle would be preoccupied with entertaining and she, Jacob, and Lane could simply have some quality time alone together by the fire, a hot chocolate drink in hand as they sang and chatted the night away. 

And so Carewyn took Orion’s hand and accompanied him outside. She’d paused momentarily when she reached the end of the porch -- Orion had waited patiently for her, holding her gloved hand gently in his, until she’d readied herself enough to take those first steps. Once she had, her face had lit up with such pure, joyful relief -- then, her once-again blue eyes shining, she steadied her grip on Orion’s and ran with him into the trees.

The two ghosts swept through the woods with speed, their clothing at times mere mist. At more than one point, Carewyn was even giggling and laughing -- it was a girlish sound, and yet overfull with happiness. It filled Orion’s heart up with such warmth, to hear it.

Orion took her toward town, stopping just before the main road. It was here that Carewyn saw cars for the first time -- Orion told her about the beat-up old Chevy pick-up truck he had to drive when he worked at a lumber yard, back in the day, before drifting off onto a tangent about how many more wanderers the world creates, when it’s unable to keep balanced enough for beavers to build dams or birds to make nests. Although someone like Duncan Ashe probably would’ve asked what the hell Orion was going on about, Carewyn listened indulgently and was somehow even able to follow along with his thought process. 

Carewyn then walked Orion through the neighboring woods so she could point out areas she’d used to know. Although almost all of the old structures were gone now, she was still miraculously able to point out where the Weasley cottage used to be; the barn where Bill and Charlie used to hide in the hay with Carewyn whenever Charles came looking for her; the place that used to hold the large tree that Bill taught her how to climb so that they could go stargazing; even the plot of land where Ron planted his very first sapling, which now sported a huge, beautiful tree. Then she led him over the hill, pointing out other spots along the river and the town of Liberty Square below that had once been places she’d known, like the governor’s mansion and the local church. 

Then, in the twilight of evening, the sky opened up. Snowflakes cascaded down, swirling through them with a biting cold. The chill didn’t affect Carewyn the way it would’ve in life, of course -- but oh, even just being corporeal enough again to feel anything at all...to be free enough to feel any of it, to be outside in it --

Carewyn couldn’t stop herself from closing her eyes and twirling around, her arms spread wide as the wispy, insubstantial skirt of her wedding gown swirled around her, ghosting the trees. The snow and winter air rushed right through her, and it was enough to make her glowing red heart race. 

When Carewyn opened her eyes, she found Orion merely standing back and watching her, his black eyes sparkling softly. Carewyn bowed her head, her eyes falling to her hands. 

“Forgive me,” she said, trying to mask her self-consciousness with a pretty smile, “I...forgot myself.”

Orion’s lips spread into a soft smile as he shook his head. “On the contrary...I would say you remembered yourself...and I’m glad of it.”

He tentatively took a step forward. His gaze trailed along the hair that had curled up beside her cheek and then back up toward her eyes, almost self-consciously. 

“...I’m...glad...that you can finally be happy,” he murmured.

Carewyn raised her gaze to look him straight-on in the eye. The eye contact had a slight, but still noticeable effect on Orion -- his posture grew that little bit stiffer, his gaze just that little bit glassier. 

“Orion?” she asked.

Orion bowed his head, his lips still touched with a smile as his hands clasped lightly in front of him. “I’m sorry...your eyes startle me, at times. I’d seen your portrait in the Manor...yet I’d almost forgotten your eyes were once blue.”

Carewyn tilted her head, smiling a bit wryly despite herself. “Sorry to disappoint you.”

Orion looked up. “Disappoint? Hardly. Blue suits you far better. It evokes the sky, the sea -- forget-me-nots and cornflowers...peace and serenity and nourishment and life.”

Carewyn giggled behind her gloved hand. “‘The Wanderer’ must have charmed many a maid in his day, with turns of phrase like that.”

Orion actually flushed, though he tried to hide it by shrugging and turning his gaze skyward. “None purposefully. I’m afraid my only mistresses at that time were the ones called Mary Jane and Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds -- sex and romance weren’t the things my brain tended to drift toward, when under their influence...”

Carewyn raised her eyebrows. “Really? Hm...and here I thought you’d be the more experienced dancer, out of the two of us.”

Orion blinked. “Dancer?”

Carewyn nodded. “Whenever Grandfather would host parties, or we’d attend others’, everyone was expected to dance. It was considered the only ‘proper’ way to socialize, back then.”

She sounded a bit disapproving of this. 

"You must’ve had your fair share of admirers,” presumed Orion.

“If I did, they didn’t approach, out of fear of Grandfather or Blaise,” Carewyn said stiffly. “But frankly, I was almost glad of it...it seems cruel to lead someone on with a dance, when you can’t see yourself being happy with them, to begin with.”

Orion smiled fondly. Carewyn smiled in return as the two fell into a pleasant silence. Then, after a moment, she straightened up and extended a gloved hand out to him. 

“...Will you dance with me, Orion?”

Orion was visibly taken aback. Carewyn’s eyes grew a little smaller, gaining a warmer, fonder glint as she bowed her head to him meaningfully. 

The Wanderer’s black eyes flitted down to her hand to up at her face. His tan cheeks once again betrayed a flush as he stared at her -- then, his teeth grazing his bottom lip in the lightest of bites, he slowly reached out and took her hand. 

They both stepped forward, resting a hand on the other’s shoulder, and they came together in a tentative waltz. Orion hadn’t really waltzed before, so Carewyn led instead, guiding him in the dreamy, gliding steps across the snow. 

“I’m afraid I’m a bit off-rhythm,” Orion whispered, his voice attempting mischief, but still sounding oddly shy. “Could...you sing something, perhaps? To help me?”

Carewyn’s blue eyes softened. Resting her head on Orion’s shoulder, she closed her eyes and sang tenderly beside his neck. 

“Can you remember who I was? Can you still feel it?”

Carewyn heard Orion take a very soft, but sharp intake of breath. She steadied her grip on his hand and on the square of his back. 

“Can you find my pain? ...Can you heal it?”

Carewyn heard Orion swallow. 

“Carewyn...”

His voice was very quiet, no louder than the wind itself, yet it seemed weak with longing: almost aching.

Carewyn brought her hand gently along Orion’s back, wanting to reassure him. “Then lay your hands upon me now -- ”

And oh, how he did. Orion enveloped Carewyn in his arms, pulling her so close to him that one could hardly tell where one started and the other began, and he twirled over the ground with her, his eyes sliding closed as he cherished how Carewyn warmly, lovingly sang those words. The words of the song he’d so frequently played on his guitar whenever she was on his mind...

“ -- And cast this darkness from my soul... You alone can light my way --  You alone can make me whole...once again...”

Orion's heart was as light and blazing as a star. He felt like he’d reached enlightenment itself -- the closest thing to Heaven he could ever reach -- as if everything was right and everything would be right, forevermore, so long as they were one. And they were -- they were one, together and free, for the rest of their afterlives...soulmates, in the truest sense.

“Bride,” he whispered. “My dear Bride...”

Orion tentatively brought his hand up her back as if to bring her closer. Carewyn’s face rested in the crook of his neck. 

“So I am, Orion,” she said softly. “Yours.”

Orion seemed to tremble, hearing this. Then he crumpled in on her completely, burying his face into her neck and breathing in her scent as he tried in vain to contain his emotions. Carewyn trailed her hand up through his hair; Orion in return brought a hand up onto the back of her veiled head, cradling it.

They danced this way in each other’s embrace, caressing each other’s faces and hair, until close to dawn. And from that night on, it wasn’t uncommon for the other ghosts in the house to notice a strange, angelic glow around the pair, whenever they were in each other’s company.

For, it seems, the Bride traded one ring for another -- this one liberating, instead of binding. 

[geraskierbrainrot]

This is a collection of stories based off classic fairy tales or featuring heavy fairy tale elements

A Marvelous Night for a Moondance by @flowercrown-bard | T | 1k

There was a warning every child living near Oakwood Valley knew. "Don't go out at night, or you'll disturb the Moonlit Dancer." No one truly knew who the Moonlit Dancer was, but everyone agreed on two things: The Dancer must be dangerous. And he must be oh so lonely.

so can we pretend, sweetly by @redjewelsforeyes | T | 2k

Jaskier is a regular human bard, and Geralt could swear that yesterday he’d had regular human teeth. They’re just a little bit too long for his mouth, now- too white, too sharp. A predator’s. Jaskier clicks them together, experimentally, and winces when he bites his tongue. “Fuck anyone you weren’t supposed to?”  “I don’t fuck anyone I’m supposed to,” Jaskier says, a little proudly.

the gleam in your eyes by @dear-galileo | G | 3k

jaskier's been cursed to fall asleep every time geralt is not touching him. they try to make it work.

Like a Flower of Gold by @kimikocha | M | 5k

When Jaskier sets out to visit an ancient castle reputed to belong to a legendary Beast, he assumes the place will be abandoned. The Beast, after all, is a children's tale. But then, so are the healing powers granted certain people by the magical sundrop flower, and Jaskier himself is anything but a children's tale. The castle he finds is less abandoned than he thinks, and it turns out that the Beast might not be so mythical after all.

Petals All Plucked by @rebrandedbard | G | 10k

Poppy, Lily, Aster, Rose Ask them not where true love grows Nothing lost or gained by those Ask the daisy stem who knows When Jaskier inadvertently breaks the heart of a witch in his youth, she curses him with a blessing that whenever he plucks a daisy's petals, it will decide his love until the day he finds a love that is true. All his years, Jaskier never realizes that the blessing is a curse, manipulating the content of those hearts he seeks to know. When he meets Geralt, the temptation to ask the daisies grows stronger and stronger ...

Once Upon a Wine by @inexplicifics and @bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher | T | 10k

Yennefer is very tired of Jaskier and Geralt pining at each other, and after a little too much wine, the solution seems obvious: a curse that can only be broken by true love's kiss. Geralt and Jaskier would just like to know why their lives have suddenly gotten so very strange.

a dream is a wish the heart makes by @dear-galileo | T | 12k

the last thing geralt had expected to do was meet a prince in the woods. no- the last thing that geralt expected to do was fall in love with the prince, and make a deal with a witch to see him again. (cinderella witcher retelling)

home is nowhere, therefore you by @et-in-arkadia | E | 18k

"Right, well," Jaskier says, when he halts before Geralt. Up close, he looks much more nervous. There is sweat on his brow and his collar is damp with it, and his teeth keep catching on his lower lip. "True love's kiss. There's—ah—there's nothing to it." And he bends, the utter imbecile, and kisses Geralt full on the mouth.

Tale as Old as Time by @goodheavensgwen | E | 25k

Fresh out of Oxenfurt and beginning his bardic career, Jaskier yearns for adventure. Following the whispers of a story, he finds himself in a crumbling old keep inhabited by an odd yet delightful group of enchanted furniture. As Jaskier celebrates finally finding something worthy of a song, his joy is cut short when a giant wolf-like beast emerges, thunderously forbidding Jaskier from ever leaving. Now trapped in a strange enchanted castle, Jaskier finds himself growing closer and closer to its inhabitants, including the mysterious beast, who may not be as monstrous as Jaskier first thought. Will love break the curse, or are things more complicated than they seem? After all… who could ever learn to love a beast?

The Spectre's Wreath by @rebrandedbard | M | 28k

Geralt is wrongfully hired to dispose of a vengeful spectre that haunts a lake, only to discover it is the town's unknown guardian and the very spirit of Yule itself. Yule curses Geralt with a wreath atop his head. If he does not receive a kiss before the lake thaws in spring, he will turn to ice and die. With the pass to Kaer Morhen closed up, Geralt decides to spend his last winter in Oxenfurt with Jaskier. But it may not be his last after all if Jaskier has anything to say about it.

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[darksister8]

TARGARYEN NOVEMBER

DAY 19: FAVORITE PRINCESSES

Aerea/Rhaella

“A curious thing befell Queen Rhaena’s girls after the king’s coronation, it was observed. The twins had ever been mirror images of each other in appearance, but not in temperament. Whereas Rhaella was said to be a bold and willful child and a terror to the septas who had been given charge of her, Aerea had been known as a shy, timid creature, much given to tears and fears. “She is frightened of horses, dogs, boys with loud voices, men with beards, and dancing, and she is terrified of dragons,” Grand Maester Benifer wrote when Aerea first came to court.

That was before Maegor’s fall and Jaehaerys’s coronation, however. Afterward, the girl who remained at Oldtown devoted herself to prayer and study, and never again required chastisement, whereas the girl who returned to King’s Landing proved to be lively, quick-witted, and adventurous, and was soon spending half her days in the kennels, the stables, and the dragon yards. Though nothing was ever proved, it was widely believed that someone—Queen Rhaena herself, mayhaps, or her mother, Queen Alyssa—had used the occasion of the king’s coronation to switch the twins. “

 Daenerys (Daughter of Alysanne and Jaehaerys)

 “The princess was a lively, laughing child who bounced about the Red Keep day and night, “flying” everywhere on a broomstick dragon that had become her favorite toy. Mud-spattered and grass-strained, she was a trial to her mother and her maids, for they were forever losing track of her.”

 Rhaenys (The queen who never was)

 “We can go to the ends of earth together. But I’ll get there first, as I’ll be flying”

Baela Targaryen

“ So it came to pass that when King Aegon II flew Sunfyre over Dragonmont’s smoking peak and made his descent, expecting to make a triumphant entrance into a castle safely in the hands of his own men, with the queen’s loyalists slain or captured, up to meet him rose Baela Targaryen, Prince Daemon’s daughter by the Lady Laena, as fearless as her father.

(...)The watchers in the yard scrambled for safety as the dragons slammed into the hard stone, still fighting. On the ground, Moondancer’s quickness proved of little use against Sunfyre’s size and weight. The green dragon soon lay still. The golden dragon screamed his victory and tried to rise again, only to collapse back to the ground with hot blood pouring from his wounds.King Aegon had leapt from the saddle when the dragons were still twenty feet from the ground, shattering both legs. Lady Baela stayed with Moondancer all the way down. Burned and battered, the girl still found the strength to undo her saddle chains and crawl away as her dragon coiled in her final death throes. “

[imreadydollparts]

Regarding the box of fabric-softenered G3s:  They are still stinky and waxy but are better and at least their hair is glossy again. Their pics will come around the queue in a month or so.

I didn’t want to destroy the hair trying to strip the fabric softener off again, so they’re going to stay that way.

In other news, I finally set up a retrobrighting box, which I’m calling a sunbox because that’s easier. It’s modeled after the one Tysy uses on his channel to retrobright old electronics.

These two are going to take the first trip through the sunbox. Both are discolored and their cutie marks are gone, so they’re good candidates. Glory’s mane is pinned up and dry. Moondancer’s has conditioner on it. Might as well experiment!

The sunbox is a Sterilite bin that I got at Goodwill and cleaned. It was gross, had wax dribbled all over the top, and scratched, but more importantly opaque, which made it perfect.

I lined the inside with aluminum foil (shiny side up) and taped it down with foil tape (actual duct tape that you use on ducts not silver fabric “duct” tape or duck tape). Foil tape isn’t as shiny as aluminum foil or I’d have taped the whole thing.

I also thrifted a couple Pyrex pie dishes so the UV light could get all around the ponies.

Cut a couple holes in the lid and lined that with foil and tape, too.

And then I set the UV lamps over the holes. They’re not held down with anything.

Looks like the light is bouncing around all willy-nilly inside the box, which is exactly what I wanted.

Moondancer and Glory will help me test how hot the lights get, how hot the interior of the box gets, whether the pie plates will get hot enough to melt their feet, etc.

And, of course, how long it takes to do a good bleach out on their vinyl.

[highqueenofelfhame]

potions master

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“Daddy,” a little voice whispered loudly from his doorway.

Rowan looked up from his laptop, noticing that a few of the students he was teaching over zoom also looked up at the screen at the sound of his five year old daughter’s voice. Rowan offered her a small smile and pushed back a little from his desk, eyes roving over the outfit she wore. Today, Kiran was a witch. She seemed to be wearing one of Aelin’s more tame, black nightgowns, a scarf, and a black and purple witches hat atop her silver hair. Her green eyes were blazing as she stepped into his office and held up a small plastic cauldron that was full of some sort of liquid. “Do you want to try my magic potion?” 

“I absolutely want to try your magic potion,” he told her, stomach already clenching at whatever atrocity he was about to consume.

Halloween had become Kiran’s favorite time of the year. It was October 12th, and she was already in high gear for the holiday. In fact, she’d been begging to decorate the house for Halloween as early as September second, and Rowan and his pregnant wife had let her have exactly what she wanted. Aidan, their current youngest child, didn’t really care. He was three and destroyed anything no matter what holiday it was or how much he liked the decor. 

For the last week, Kiran had been standing on a step stool in the kitchen while Aelin watched from her perch on a barstool across the island. She mixed all sorts of spices together with milk, or water, sometimes gatorade or sodas, all while mumbling gibberish or doing her best to speak words that she’d heard her parents use from the Old Language to activate the magic potions. Twice she had tried to make Aidan drink them, and both times he’d started screaming and crying so much that it made Kiran cry because he didn’t like her potions. Aelin was four months pregnant and just the smell of the potions made her stomach turn, which left Rowan as the prime potion tester. 

“What’s this potion for?” 

Kiran giggled as Rowan took the little cauldron from her, her little fingers covering her lips as she scrunched her shoulders up to her ears. She looked every bit the menace that she was, taking way too much after her mother in everything but the coloring of her hair and eyes. 

“It’s a love potion!” She said it so loudly and with a little hop for punctuation.

It made Rowan smile and he heard his students start laughing. He glanced over, momentarily wondering if he should shut off his camera, but decided against it. Peering into the little cauldron, it appeared to have a milky base and was full of so much cinnamon and cloves he could smell it. It couldn’t be that bad. He’d definitely had worse. 

Or so he thought, until he downed it all in one brave gulp. It was a mistake. An immediate mistake, because not only was the cinnamon and clove flavor so overpowering that it was making his throat burn, but the kid had dumped so much salt into her potion that it tasted like a very botched chai latte. Rowan fought the grimace, swallowed the mouthful of liquid, and sat back in his chair for a moment while he waited for the potion to have it’s desired effects. 

About sixty seconds after sitting and watching his daughter eagerly bounce on her toes with anticipation, he sprang from his chair and shouted, “Aelin? Fireheart? Aelin, my love?” and with a wink at Kiran he bolted down the hall toward where he knew his wife was relaxing on the couch.

She had barely moved from the last time he’d seen her, though now her feet were propped up while she watched the Great Adarlanian Bake Off. Aelin’s lips immediately turned up into a smile as he knelt beside her and began to press kisses all over her stomach, her hands, up her arms to her face. Kiran was cackling behind Rowan as she clapped her hands and hopped up and down with glee. 

Aelin began laughing into his kisses while he professed his undying love for her over and over, allowing him to kiss her as many times as he saw fit to please their daughter. She draped her arms around his neck, holding him closer for a longer kiss. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

“My kid asked me to taste a love potion so godsdammit, I’m going to taste a love potion,” he replied, pressing another few kisses to her lips. 

“How was it?”

“Would you like to lick the cauldron to find out?” Aelin wrinkled her nose and shook her head, and Rowan knew she was fighting to make a joke about the innuendo that was laced in his words somewhere. He pressed another kiss to her mouth and stood, dropping a kiss to Kiran’s head while he made his way back to his office. 

He was halfway down the hall when he heard his wife say conspiratorially, “I think it worked.”

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[zamgoods]

ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING Codes

I love this show.  It’s just so smart and funny and interesting.  It involves all of the senses.  And Selena Gomez reminds me of how great an actress she was in Wizards of Waverly Place.  Star cameos in every episode, is alluring.  But there are blaring horns that I just can’t ignore.  No Matter how much I try to deafen my ears.

Only Murders in the Building released 8.31.2021 the 20th anniversary of Aaliyah Dana Haughton’s funeral in 2001 as well as Princess Diana's 23rd death anniversary in 1997.  Also R.Kelly’s fake marriage with Aaliyah in 1995.

It’s all about Tim Kono.  not a SPOILER...The trailer tells you this. Seems like conspiracy theory bait,  but look at the first episode and get drawn in at the seemingly mundane to the uninitiated.  You have to have the right perspective.  We will look at this with 2020 lenses.  That’s right Corona/Covid-19.  

Episode 1.  A fallen star and fallen theater director.  The first is approached by a gen x fan whose baby boomer dad has ALS (High God) .  The latter almost gets hit by a car.  He referenced his purple coat.  Royal purple.  They are joined in the ELevator (God /Cubit) that seems to take a life of its own throughout the series.  URSA-la (bear) is the deliverer.  They lure us curious folk in by the sponsors for the podcast of All is not OK in Oklahoma.  Rand Corporation, Milton and Miriam Swann Foundation for the Arts of Dissolving the Federal Reserve, Royal Crown Cruises,  Royal Prince of Dubai and Trader Joe’s.  Tongue and cheek it may be.  Their shared love of this podcast brings them to share a table at LIBRizzi’s.  Putnam recounts a show called Claire de Lune (moonshine) about a man trying to go up a staircase, falling off, and bouncing back up again. 

The Fall of Zoe plummeting from the roof to the ground without the Emerald ring, New Years Eve 10 years ago. Lives on 11th floor

Gemini...Stunt Double...Twins also mentioned by Officer Williams for hating twins (randomly)

God pushed Life over the edge  Theo and Zoe

Brazzos is arm... Cubit... Maltese Falcon The Black Bird 

Charles AKA Brazzos was Poisoned paralyzed breathing into toxic napkin handkerchief for his nose bleed.  Neighbors though he was inTOXICated with the Irish FLU.

Silence due to deafness.  Silencing truth.  Silence Do Good Letters to decode map of treasure on the back of Declaration of Independence.  Revolutionary War. July 7th 1776.  Harpo, Horus as a child.  Black Bird.  Isis Son.  

Elevator  encounters...Prince died in one.  The Devil.  Lift up and down.  

Oliver, Mabel Moro, Charles Haden Savage

Emma Lucy 7 family fun, Evelynold cat, Sevelyn new cat. .CAT

Tim (TIme) poisoned before shot (vaccine). 9A   Fireplace back on after Tim died.  (heath.. aronia).

Zoe 11th floor

Time-Life 9/11   11/9LifeTime   HaySaturn/Chronos-

Bunny ( rabbit hole) dead by knitting needle to the Chest.  Jab to the Chest.  Reminds me of the Epinephrine pin or Adrenaline injection to the heart during emergency Overdose.  Needle Narcone.

Deli Sub Greek Grave robber for treasures Black market dealer Angel inc yaya

Jewels (green emerald ring Zoe stole)  St Corona patron saint of Treasure hunters.

Bassoon player Wind instrument named Jan Bellows.  Ventilator Respirations

Jan 6th floor.  Insurrection at Capitol on 1.1.2021.  Jan’s lil toxins Heart.  Love Venom Love potion I knew she stabbed herself.

Loneliness/ alone...imprisoned

J notes.  J key ( 2020 movie Flora& Ulysses)  I found that J key is a military device used to send Morse Code Messages.  Perhaps there is Morse code in the series.  

J is the newest letter in English ABC.  10th letter in ABC order. Roman Numeral X= 10.    Eagle Eye movie, little boys trumpet hit the_F_ Key to activate the jewel on mom’s necklace.  

In 2020 Soul movie, Joe and 22 kept meeting at the half note. And the Moondance guy spun a 50 % off sale sign on 14 &7th.  In Morse code a dit is half of a dash.  At the Half Note Jazz club, 22 in Joe’s body wearing a blue suit, the signs together say Rot whole note symbol looks like a J.  In  the Alphabet Rotational Cipher, ROT stands for rotation, where you shift the alphabet by half.  13 letters.  So if j key is rotated you get this.

So weird because, the spin is just like the Caesarean Cipher of 13 shift at M. 

  Also the frequency that vibrates Venom/ parasite off of the host is 4000-6000 hertz. 

   5G= 57 or EG or VG Wi-Fi frequency.  The 7 note in major scale  cdefgab, G is the 5th note..   7th letter of English Alphabet is G.    The major 7th note name is G# .

Soul Easter egg the Tina Fey Character, 22, kept saying OKAY repeatedly so Joe told her to stop so she said “got it.” Interestingly Tina Fey’s character,  Cindy Canning, renown podcaster All Is Not OK in Oklahoma. THis reminds me of Men In Black 3, Agent O loved Agent K and Agent J.   

Steam/pneuma spirit  In the Basement Mabel was placed adjacent to a STEAM sign.

Trojan Horse-Ulysess. Sack of Troy.

Arconia...Archonians  House. Maisons

Sting...Vaccine, Turkey, dog (winnie), Irish Flu (drunk).  Sting Police I’ll be watching you Fields of gold.

 Ending Police car 6164 Mabel Moro stabs/jabs bunny with knitting needle  Hardy boys falls after being on roof.

How many floors in the Arconia?

Who tipped the police and oliver & charles?

https://www.cbsnews.com/news/study-adrenaline-injection-for-cardiac-arrest-may-cause-more-harm-than-good/

[aelin-queen-of-terrasen]

“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?“ / “Why are you lying to me?” / “OH you’re jealous!” For Rowaelin?😍 (and no, I‘m a just little obsessed with Rowaelin😇😅)

Yeah, I'm a little obsessed with them too. Thanks for the request, this was super fun to write.

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Oh, You're Jealous.

Rowan Whitethorn wondered if his fiance was that oblivious or if she really loved screwing with him. Either way, it was torture watching her bounce from one group to another, greeting them with a smile. He didn't miss the way people looked at her, his only consolation being that her answering smiles weren't half as sincere.

He knew how hard she'd worked to organise this gala. It was crucial to gain investors for her projects so there she went, trying to please every last guest she could.

With the bright smile she was flashing around and the way her eyes came alive, Rowan would have handed over his entire business to her if she asked.

The night was coming to an end, and if her face was anything to go by, it had been a huge success. Aelin looked tired when she came to sit beside him. "You won't believe how many—" she was cut off by another voice.

"There's the lady of the hour," the man said. Rowan knew him from school. Fenrys Moonbeam grinned at his fiancèe.

She squealed, rising from her seat and the next thing he knew, they were hugging each other like crazies. Rowan knew they'd been best friends in school and that they kept in touch; he hadn't realised they were still this close.

Aelin pulled away and punched him in the shoulder. "Why didn't you tell me you planned to come?"

"It was supposed to be a surprise, but there was traffic and I got held up." Rowan didn't miss the fact that he was still holding her hand. "You look so pretty, Ace, I have to say adulthood agrees with you."

Aelin snorted, "Flatterer."

Fenrys huffed, as if he couldn't believe she didn't believe him. Looking at him, Rowan couldn't help but scowl. He'd always looked nice, but adulthood agrees with him too. Almost as well built as himself and dressed with a careless grace, he looked like he belonged in some fashion magazine.

Rowan cleared his throat.

If Aelin knew how put out he was, she didn't show it. "Right, Rowan, meet Fenrys: my long distance best friend and Fenrys, meet Rowan, my ex boyfriend."

Fenrys raised an eyebrow. "Ex?"

Rowan growled, pulling her closer. "She means current fiancè." Sometimes, he didn't know what to do with Aelin.

"Oh," The intruder looked surprised for a moment, then barked out a laugh. "I'm surprised, Ace. I thought you got over your crush like, years ago."

Rowan blinked. "Crush?"

"Why, she spent all of recess staring at you! Didn't you ever wonder why no one ever took the lunch table you sat at?" Fenrys' dark eyes twinkled with mischief. "Aelin made everyone promise they won't, because from her seat, that table was in perfect—" he was cut off here when she jumped at him, her hand clamped his mouth shut.

When Aelin pulled away, her face was flushed red. She buried her face in Rowan's shoulder and whined.

Fenrys ran a hand through his dark curls, then after exchanging numbers with Aelin and promising to meet up with her again soon, he went off to god knew where. The brightness of her smile could have rivalled the fucking sun and Rowan found it hard not to smile back at her.

She said, "This is so great, I can catch up with Fenrys! Maybe you could come too?" until Aelin noticed the look on Rowan's face. "What happened?"

"I don't like him very much."

Aelin's brows furrowed as they always did when she was thinking hard, then she dropped that expression. "Oh, you're jealous." It wasn't a question.

"I am not," Rowan insisted.

Her eyes twinkled with mischief, and the expression looked so similar to Fenrys', if Aelin had any chance of believing him, it was lost now.

She raised an eyebrow. "You aren't?"

"Nope."

"Not even a little?"

"I'm not."

"So you'd be completely okay with me spending the night at his apartment? Like a sleepover, for old times' sake."

He growled before he realised she meant it as a joke. "Fine, maybe I am."

Aelin sighed through her nose, then plopped up on the table in front of him. She took both his hands in hers. "Why?"

"Why won't I be?" he asked. "He-he looks nice, he's-he's rich, he knows you longer than I do."

"But he's not the one I was staring at all through high school, or the one I blackmailed so many people for, just so I could sit next to him sometimes, or the one I cheered for at every football game." He was sure she was joking until he looked up.

Sincerity was such a rare look on her face, it erased all his doubts. "You did?"

"Mhmm," she said, and kissed him. "But I'll torture you to death if you ever bring that up again." Rowan laughed.

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[imagination-in-ml]

“What would Ethan do to impress the MC? Something sweet that can maybe go into spicier territory.” ~ Anonymous

A: So despite his time with Beliath at Moondance he isn’t very good at the sweet dating stuff. He’s more the pick-up girls, snack and then leave them. But below is a short scenario if he were to try and do something sweet and or impress her. 

Ethan is someone who doesn’t do sweet, especially not for a human. However, you being his human, his Chalice, he wanted to do something sweet for you. Pacing back and forth in his room debating on if he should go more cutie, or should he be more abrasive? His mind would bounce back and forth ultimately deciding both. He wanted to get you something you’d like and thought back to everything you admired. He remembered a necklace you’d mentioned to him while you were on a nightlife trip to the village. It had been one of the few times he’d tagged along. Most of the time begrudgingly, but secretly happy. 

Going to the small shop he picked up the necklace and a pair of matching earrings, trinkets most women from his era would rather enjoy. Wrapping them in a small jewelry box and gift wrap. Definitely not his style, but he needed to say thank you… you have put up with him this whole time. He also decided that some conversation over nice drinks would be in order. However, even if he may not be able to drink, perhaps if you were willing he could have a drink later. He would shake his head at his own thoughts and walk hope silently anticipating his evening with you.  

Calling you into his room he’d watch your face a sliver of hope in his eyes as a pleasant smile rested on his face. 

“You’re just in time Love, please, have a seat, tonight is your night” He’d tell you a pleasant tone in his voice. He pulled your chair out for you, music playing softly in the background upbeat and a nice tempo. He poured you a nice glass of wine and sat across from trying to hide a slight blush when he saw your adorable confused face. Normally this was Beliath’s scene but he wanted to do something for her, and this is what they did in his time. Dance, have a drink, talk… 

After some light, he’d stand and grab your hand guiding you to the music, a slight smug chuckle escaped his lips as he watched you wearily stare at him an eyebrow raised as his actions. 

“Ethan?” You question out of pure concern for your normally bitter and sarcastic vampire. “What are you… doing?” He’d look at you and lean his face on your shoulder sighing, he truly wasn’t good at this. Courting, dating, cute stuff… he just bombed it. Looking up at your face a slight puppy pout on his lips, he always tends to be more relaxed when you both are behind closed doors or in the comfort of his room. He’d explain how he wanted to impress you, but was miserably failing. You’d find it cute, and chuckle at his antics. 

“You don’t have to impress me, I’m already yours” you’d insist, he’d still pout then remember one last thing. He pulled away and moved to his dresser pulling the small package from it. Walking back giving you the gift, impatiently he watched you unwrap it cautiously before a smug smirk fell upon his lips seeing your reaction. 

“Well?” He’d question. You looked up and gave him a kiss on the cheek startling him for a moment. Telling him was wonderful and he didn’t have to do it. A minimal blush grazing his cheeks he’d smile victoriously. He’d pull you closer and gave a half-smile, more like a smug smirk than anything. “I’m not good with this, but… I wanted to do something nice... For... you” He hesitated and leans down whispering in her ear. “You are my chalice, and everyone will know it.” 

You feel his teeth in your neck shivering from the sensation. Pulling away he’d pick you up taking you to his bed, his arms around your waist before they moved across your body. He wanted to show you a good time, and that was exactly what he’d plan to do.

[joementa]

Radio Everywhere.

One of summer’s best traditions is to put the windows down and turn up the volume on a good radio station. This week’s playlist is an ode to one of life’s greatest pleasures.  The radio. Long live it.

Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/radio-everywhere/pl.u-2aoqp4ecVkeGyB

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0jywOb5nZol9l0y5AfYJo8?si=A3Ws2BQXTKyWvwZYjILWtw&dl_branch=1

The Gaslight Anthem – “Mae” (Handwritten)

Bruce Springsteen – “Radio Nowhere” (Magic)

The Bouncing Souls – “Private Radio” (How I Spent My Summer Vacation)

Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers – “Anything That’s Rock ‘N’ Roll” (Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers)

Todd Rundgren – “Wolfman Jack” (Something/Anything?)

The Clash – “This Is Radio Clash”

R.E.M. – “Radio Free Europe” (Murmur)

Joy Division – “Transmission” (Substance 1977-1980)

LL Cool J – “I Can’t Live Without My Radio” (Radio)

Bob Dylan – “Shooting Star” (Oh Mercy)

Van Morrison – “Caravan” (Moondance)

Roxy Music – “Oh Yeah” (Flesh + Blood)

Steve Earle – “Satellite Radio” (Washington Square Serenade)

Wilco – “Radio Cure” (Yankee Hotel Foxtrot)

Lana Del Rey – “Radio” (Born To Die)

The Wallflowers – “Three Marlenas” (Bringing Down The Horse)

Warren Zevon – “Mohammed’s Radio” (Warren Zevon)

Against Me! – “Born On The FM Waves Of The Heart” (New Wave)

Alkaline Trio – “Radio” (Maybe I’ll Catch Fire)

Bruce Springsteen – “Save My Love” (The Promise)

[starstruckbigsis]

20secs+ Kpop chorus!

In light of recent events, it is advised for us to wash our hands for 20seconds! So here’s a playlist of kpop songs with chorus’ of 20seconds or more to help you wash better and with a kick to it!

These songs are give or take a couple of seconds...Because I went through all the songs and counted 20 seconds... and also, these songs are the ones in my phone playlist. This list is currently in process and I’ve only just reached my H!

More songs will be added onto this list as I have time to go through them.

1THE9

Spotlight

Blah Blah

24K

Bonnie & Clyde

Only You

Bingo

Still 24K

Secret Love

2pm

Again and Again

Promise (I’ll Be)

Comeback When You Hear This Song

Hands Up

My House

Go Crazy

ADTOY

Heartbeat

AB6IX

Breathe

Blind For Your Love

Moondance

More

Rose, Scent, Kiss

Astro

1 in a Million

Confession

Again (Should’ve Held Onto You)

Breathless

Puss in Boots

Real Love

Stay With Me

Love Wheel

All Night

Always You

Blue Flame

Hide & Seek 2nd Chorus

ACE

Take Me Higher

Cactus

Callin’

Undercover

Savage

ATEEZ

Answer

Pirate King

Wave

Illusion

Hala Hala

Say My Name

Treasure

Aurora

B1A4

What’s Happening

Lonely

Baby I’m Sorry

BAP

One Shot

Power

Voicemail

Big Bang

Bang Bang Bang

Bad Boy

Fantastic Baby

Lollipop

Haru Haru

Last Dance

Sober

Loser

Monster

We Like To Party

Fxxk It

Let’s Not Fall In Love

Lies

Blue

G-Dragon - Crooked

G-Dragon - Untitled

Black6ix

Call My Name 

Like A Flower

Swamp of Despair

Please

Blackpink

Playing With Fire

As If It’s Your Last

Block B

Don’t Leave

Toy

Boyfriend

Boyfriend

Bounce

Stay the Way You Are

Witch

BTOB

Pray (I’ll Be Your Man)

Monday to Sunday

Stand By Me

Shake It

Only One for Me

2nd Confession 

Remember That 

Red Lie

Beautiful Pain

Someday

Never Ending Melody

L.U.V

Yejiapsa 

Beep Beep

Dear Bride

Movie

The Winter’s Tale

Sorry

My Lady

Thriller

Way Back Home

WOW

Lover Boy (I Only Know Love)

FRIEND 

The Feeling

Yes I Am

Hello

Icebreaker

Insane

It’s Okay

When It Rains

Changsub - Shelter

HUTA - With Melody

Hyunsik - Dear Love

Hyunsik - Swimming

Hyunsik - Moonlight

Ilhoon - Fancy Shoes

Ilhoon - She’s Gone

Minhyuk - Purple Rain

Sungjae - Paradise

BTS

Pied Piper

Spring Day

Dope

So What

No More Dream

Not Today

Airplane Part 2

Magic Shop

Anpanman

Blood, Sweat and Tears

Boy in Luv

I Need You

Forever Young

Idol

War of Hormone

Just One Day

Jin - Epiphany

J Hope - P.O.P

J Hope - Daydream

CNBlue

Between Us

Can’t Stop

Cinderella

I’m A Loner

Hey You

Intuition

DAY6

I Loved You

Shoot Me

I Wait

Congratulations

Sweet Chaos

I Smile

Time of our Lives

Hi Hello

EXO

Growl

The Eve

Peter Pan

What Is Love

Lotto

Lucky

MAMA

Overdose

Monster

Universe

Lucky One

Love Me right

Wolf

For Life

EXO CBX - Hey Mama

EXO CBX - Ka-Ching

Luhan - On Call

Luhan - Skin to Skin

Luhan - That Good Good

Z Tao - Imperial Crown

Golden Child

DamDaDi

Let Me

GOT7

My Swagger

Call My Name 2nd Chorus

If You Do

Just Right

Sign

Skyway

Hard Carry

Lullaby

You Are

Just Right

JJ Project - Today, Tomorrow

BEAST / Highlight

Plz Don’t Be Sad

Fiction

Shock

Good Luck

Shadow

Can Be Better

Callin You

iKON

Love Scenario

I’m OK

Apology

Idol Producer

Ei Ei

What I Miss

Firewalking

Mack Daddy

Idol Producer/JolinTsai - The Great Artist

UNINE - Like A Gentleman

Qing Chun You Ni - Youth Has You

Nine Percent - Rule Breaker 

 Nine Percent - I Need A Doctor

Infinite

Be Mine

The Eye

Tell Me

Last Romeo

Kim Sunggyu - 60 seconds

JBJ

Fantasy

JBJ95 - Home

KNK

Day by Day

Lonely Night

Monsta X

Beautiful

Dramarama

Fighter

Find You

Shoot Out

Hero

Someone’s Someone

If Only

Who Do You Love

Middle of the Night

I’ll Be There

In Time

NCT

Dream - Chewing Gum

127 - Limitless

U - Without You

Nu’est

If You

Bet Bet

Deja Vu

Face

Good Bye Bye

Hello

Help Me

Pentagon

Can You Feel It

Shine

Critical Beauty

Violet

Dr Bebe 

Runaway

Humph!

Naughty Boy

Sha La La

Like This

Triple H - 365 Fresh

PRODUCE

Dream for You 

Pick Me

Nayana (Pick Me)

Nekkoya (Pick Me)

X1-MA

Boyness 

Open Up

Super Special Girl

Always

Show Time

Super Hot

Monday to Sunday

Oh Little Girl

Pretty Girl

Hands On Me 

To My World

U Got It

Chungha - Gotta Go

Chungha - Snapping

IOI - Downpour

IOI - Whatta Man

SF9

Roar 

Mamma Mia

Easy Love

Good Guy

O Sole Mio

Seventeen

Fear 2nd Chorus

Clap

Love Letter

Don’t Wanna Cry

Holiday

Oh My

Mansae

Home

Seven O’Clock

Echo

Nothing Better

SHINee

Get The Treasure

Super Junior

Sorry Sorry

Animals

One More Chance

The Crown

Super Junior DE - Growing Pains

Super Junior DE - If You

Teen Top

Seoul Night

The Rose

Like We Used To

She’s In The Rain

Sorry

TVXQ

Mirotic

Up10tion

Blue Rose

Victon

Victon - Remember Me

VIXX

Shangri-La

Take Your Hand

Chained Up

Error

The Closer

VIXX LR - Beautiful Liar

VIXX LR - Whisper

Leo - Dream 

Wanna One

Spring Breeze

IPU

Energetic

Light

Beatiful

ZE:A

Breathe 

Step by Step

The Ghost of Wind

U’re My Sweety

Others (will eventually have their own section)

MyName - Baby, I’m Sorry

24K - Only You

N. Flying - How Are You Today

Girl’s Generation - Gee

MUSTB - I Want You

Henry - It’s You

Sewoon - Just U

Lee Seunggi - Will You Marry Me

Rainz - Let It Go, Let It Be 

TST - Mind Control

SS501 - Love Ya

Varsity - U R My Only One

Spectrum - What Do I Do

FT Island - Wind

Blanc7 - Yeah

[tatticstudio55]

DREAMFYRE, DAENERYS AND…

Let’s talk about the dragons in Fire and Blood, especially the dragons of the Dance.

On the night Rhaenyra fled King’s Landing, ten thousand men (and women), at least, broke inside the Dragonpit to slaughter the four remaining dragons inside. One of those dragons was Dreamfyre, and she made a lot of damage before she died.

At the time, Dreamfyre must’ve been the oldest dragon in the world, at least if we don’t count the wild ones on Dragonstone. She was only ever ridden by women: the “queen in the West” Rhaena was the first, and queen Helaena Targaryen the second (and the last). When Helaena died, Dreamfyre “rose suddenly with a roar that shook the Dragonpit, snapping two of the chains that bound her” (F&B, 506). Dreamfyre herself was half-blinded by a crossbow bolt moments before her own death, two nights later. Although it wasn’t the crossbow that killed her. But I’ll get to that in a bit, after I’ve listed all the dragons who died from, because, or shortly after an eye injury:

Meraxes, Queen Rhaenys’s dragon, was struck in the eye by an iron bolt in Dorne.

Aemond One-Eye, riding Vhagar, fought and killed his half-brother Luke (who was riding Arrax), for Luke had taken one of Aemond’s eyes in a fight a few years earlier.

Urrax took a spear in the eye during the “Butcher’s Ball”

The final battle between Daemon (on Caraxes) and Aemond One-Eye (on Vhagar): it’s not mentioned that the dragons themselves were clawing at each others’ eyes, but Daemon killed Aegon by shoving his sword into Aemond’s blind eye. Then there’s also the fact that the fight took place above the Gods Eye.

Morghul died after being speared in the eye repeatedly.

Dreamfyre, half-blinded by a crossbow bolt on the same night.

Moondancer, blinded by the brightness of Sunfyre’s fires.

Mere days before he died from his wounds, it was said of Sunfyre that “where his right eye should have been was only an empty whole, crusted with black blood” (F&B, 540)

Digging a bit on the side of the metaphorical, maester Aemon, who renounced his dragon heritage, died blind.

And, on the other end of the spectrum, when Daenerys gave life to her dragons, sight intertwined itself with the magic happening:

The fire is mine. I am Daenerys Stormborn, daughter of dragons, bride of dragons, mother of dragons, don't you see? Don't you SEE? – Daenerys, AGOT

On the night of the bloody riot in King’s Landing, Dreamfyre crashed against the pit’s dome in one last attempt to escape her slayers. The dome came crumbling down and it killed everyone beneath, including Dreamfyre, in a very Samson-esque fashion.

For a bit of context, Samson was a character from the Ancient Testament, possessed of a surhuman strength that was bestowed to him by God. Samson couldn’t cut his hairs, however, for if he did, he’d lose his strength. Samson’s secret was eventually discovered by his enemies, who cut his hairs while he slept, then gouged out his eyes (this is important!) and carried him in chains inside a stone temple. What did Samson do next?

Samson prayed God for his strength to be restored one last time, so he could destroy the temple and kill everyone inside, himself included. Which is exactly what happened.

Samson’s story is also reminding of the dothraki custom to cut their hairs when defeated in battle. Long hairs (or braids) mean strength. That doesn’t relate to Dreamfyre per say, but the dothraki are related to Dany (who braid her hairs in the dothraki fashion). On the matter of eyesight, it might be that eyes are to dragons what long hairs were to Samson, that a blind dragon is like a short-haired Samson. Daenerys is an inverted case when it comes to hairs and magical empowerment. Her hairs burn when her dragons are born, and again when she mounts Drogon for the first time. Yet if Dany were to die like Samson and Dreamfyre (as many are theorizing that she’ll sacrifice herself in the “Big Battle”), it would make for interesting parallels… not that I’m sold on this entirely.

I am, however, sold on a few other things. Setting aside endgame predictions, Dany’s beginning roughly evoke the fates of Dreamfyre and Samson. She’s a dragon in chains in A Game of Thrones: no agency, treated as property by her brother, who keeps talking about “waking the dragon”. Daenerys starts pushing on the temple’s pillars and crashing against the pit’s dome the moment she takes a step toward Drogo’s pyre. Viserys couldn’t wake dragons, but Dany woke from her own “dreamfire” after miscarrying Rhaego, and we all know what happened next:

She heard a crack, the sound of shattering stone. The platform of wood and brush and grass began to shift and collapse in upon itself. Bits of burning wood slid down at her, and Dany was showered with ash and cinders. And something else came crashing down, bouncing and rolling, to land at her feet; a chunk of curved rock, pale and veined with gold, broken and smoking. The roaring filled the world, yet dimly through the firefall Dany heard women shriek and children cry out in wonder. – Daenerys, AGOT

God gave Samson his strength back because Samson was willing to die crushed beneath the stones and rubble of the temple alongside Gods’ “enemies”. And, as pointed out by @turtle-paced before, the magic behind the hatching of the dragons probably came from Dany’s willingness to walk into the fire.

(I’ll put the pic reference in the comment 👇)