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harborpointeblvd · 8 months ago

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I Watched Every GMMTV BL Series part 3/?

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2019 feels like a turning point. Like, this was the year they decided to try making good series. I know I didn't have great things to say about the older series, but I generally go into a series wanting to like it and I tend to be pretty forgiving.

FYI, I know some of these names have multiple spellings. I'm just using whatever spelling was used in the subtitles on YouTube.

He’s Coming to Me - 2019

After dying on his twenty-second birthday, Med (Singto Prachaya) remains as a ghost in the cemetery. He relives his death every night in his dreams, but can’t recall any of his life. After many years with no human visitors, Med is visited by a boy named Thun who can seemingly see and hear him. Years later, Thun returns as a university student (Ohm Pawat), and proposes that Med live with him so they can solve the mystery of Med’s untimely death.

This drama was so close to being perfect. Ohm gave a great performance. Singto was so much better in this than in SOTUS. It had a healthy balance of drama and comedy, without the drama ever feeling forced. I just felt a little let down by the ending. Spoilers ahead.

So, I was fully prepared for a sad ending. And as much as I love a happy ending, this was a rare case where I felt like a sad ending would have been better. Giving this impossible romance a miracle happy ending felt like a copout. It felt like fanservice. Like they set out to tell a new and interesting story, but didn’t have the guts to disappoint anyone with a sad ending. And then I'm the one left to grapple with the logistics of dating a ghost. But my biggest problem with the ending was that they fucking solved the mystery behind Med’s death and then just forgave his murderer who has been living free of consequences for twenty years and absolutely no one has a problem with it.

Not even trying not to look like a lunatic.

Theory of Love - 2019

Third (Gun Atthaphan) and Khai (Off Jumpol) are third year film majors in university and best friends. Third has harbored secret feelings for Khai for three years, but Khai is a serial dater and (supposedly) straight. Khai constantly takes advantage of Third’s loyalty, unaware of his true feelings. After repeatedly having his feelings hurt by Khai, Third decides to get over him once and for all. But when Third tries to take a step back, suddenly Khai is ready to take a step forward.

I think…I liked this series? I mean, like, I was ready to throw hands every 40 seconds, but that means I was invested, right? I liked Third, but he’s such a pushover I wanted to strangle him. Gun is an excellent actor, but just because he can cry on command doesn’t mean I want to see him do it for twelve episodes straight. Khai is an asshole, not just as a love interest, but as a friend. I don’t think I’ve ever actively rooted against a male lead so hard. The side pairings are kind of forgettable.

Anyways, Third mentions the movie Flipped several times, and despite having seen the movie and loving the book as a kid, it took me an embarrassingly long time to realize that this series is just doing Flipped. I have to say, I’m a sucker for the unrequited love switcheroo premise. Which is probably why I like Theory of Love maybe more than it deserves. But I'm not as bad as Third, whose favorite movie is Flipped.

Me trying to get through all these shows.

Dark Blue Kiss - 2019

A sequel to Kiss Me Again (2018), following Pete (Tay Tawan) and Kao (New Thitipoom). After three years together, their relationship is still a secret from almost everyone, including Kao’s mother. This causes insecurity in Pete, especially after Kao starts to tutor his mom’s boss’s son, Non (AJ Chayapol). Torn between helping his mom and placating his boyfriend, Kao decides to continue tutoring Non in secret.

It’s hard to explain, but the way this drama tiptoed over that line into overdramatic hit an angsty sweet-spot for me in a way these dramas rarely do. I’m gonna mark this one down as a guilty pleasure, because despite Pete being an absolute red flag, I loved this series. It was hard to watch Kao dig himself into a hole, but it’s easy to see why he did, because Pete is completely unreasonable from the start. And why, because he felt threatened by some baby-faced high school kid? AJ looks like a toddler in this series. A seven foot toddler who I want to punch in the mouth, but a toddler nonetheless.

Minor spoiler here, Non’s ending felt unresolved. As much as I hated that little punk, seeing him being dragged off by his abusive, homophobic dad was not in any way satisfying.

I am happy to report that you do not need to watch Kiss Me Again to follow this series. It was good to see the whole group of college friends return, since they were one of the few parts of that series I enjoyed. The side pair is also two returning characters from Kiss Me Again. If you tend to like side pairs, you’ll probably like them, but I’m generally indifferent to side pairs, so they were fine.

*dramatic violin*

Soulmate - The One. Like he was created for me, specifically. Sugar Daddy - He may not have it all, but he knows how to spoil me. Friend With Benefits - Despite my better judgment, I went and caught feelings. Second Lead - All my friends love him, but I don’t feel the spark. Overeager Pursuer - Tries to be cute but just gets on my nerves. Vindictive Ex - It’s like he’s punishing me for knowing I could do better. Love Rival - Literally what did I do to deserve this? -

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plusultranumber1 · 2 years ago

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My Thoughts on Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind

I thought that this film was pretty okay, it wasn’t great but it wasn’t terrible. The heroism of Nausicaa and Lord Yupa definitely carried. The story takes place in a post-apocalyptic world a 1000 years after the collapse of industrial civilization, and the landscape has turned to a toxic jungle like The Last of Us, which spreads and threatens the survival of the human race. I thought the dynamics of the plot also held similarities to Dune. The film has a strong anti-war sentiment and is heavily focused on the dire ecological consequences of humanity’s pollution. The film features a young princess named Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind, and her struggle to protect her people and save humanity from certain extinction. Nausicaa is a protector of all life, and uses her strong connection to nature and her strong yet gentle disposition to save the day.

Nausicaa is portrayed as an idealistic strong female protagonist, as she is capable of overcoming insane tribulations while maintaining traditional femininity. She is a pacifist and nature conservationist at heart, and is willing to be the sacrificial lamb at any moment. While she is more than capable of fighting for her people, she becomes afraid of herself when her rage drives her to kill during the siege, and breaks down when she encounters others who are willing to wage war. This is meant to show the downside of the hegemonic masculine norm, and the harm of violence and warfare. Nausicaa represents a balance of a kind spirit who is willing to lay it all on the line for the righteous cause. Her selflessness and steadfast determination make her the ideal candidate as the prophesied savior, a metaphorical Christ-figure, who is meant to guide humanity back to purity.

The film’s anti-war sentiment can be seen through the devastating effects of war on not only the planet, but also its inhabitants. The Kingdoms beyond the Valley of the Wind are torn by war and starvation, which have led them to become heartless conquerors and rulers. Despite Tolmekia coming in the name of peace, its true goals were much more nefarious, and its counterpart Pejite was no better. The nations have become infected with greed, and have lost sight of their shared humanity, much like the world of their past. The differences in ideology can also be seen in Princesses Kushana, a warmongering maniac who, despite being saved and shown mercy, continues on her destructive path. Nausicaa on the other hand is appalled at the justification of killing people for the good of the planet, and stands in defiance of solutions born of violence.

The film’s stance on the protection of the ecosystem is evident throughout its runtime. While the people believe that the creatures which have come in response to rid humanity, the insects only serve to preserve the planet because of humanity’s failure in the past. Aside from Nausicaa and the Obaba, humanity believes that humans and insects cannot coexist, and the insects are meant to be exterminated despite having done nothing wrong. Because of her belief that life is sacred, Nausicaa learns to make a connection with the creatures, and becomes the only one able to communicate with them. I found the scene towards the end of the film when Obaba gives up hope when she sees the stampede of Ohms as a symbol of the old generation who has given up trying to save the earth, while the Princess, representing the younger generation, has not yet given up. Ultimately, the Princess is rewarded for her efforts to save the Ohms, and is given new life, representative of nature giving humanity a chance to change its way in its rebirth.

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lunacyn24 · 2 years ago

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Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind

This was an interesting watch. I had never heard of the movie, to be honest, but I saw that it was directed by Miyazaki, so I figured it had to be good and I wasn’t wrong. Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind tells the story of a Princess named Nausicaa who is admired and cherished by everyone in her village. Everyone in this film lives in a world of toxicity. The people live in a constant state of fear because of the poisonous air that pollutes the air and the rage of the Ohm’s. But, Nausicaa knows how to read them and interpret them. She holds and symbolizes a lot of qualities cherished by the people, in which she is brave, kind, resourceful, and determined. This is further shown in Nausicaa's interaction with the villagers, they listen to her without a second's thought because of the love and trust they hold for her. We can tell throughout the course of the movie that Nausicaa cares for her people and her valley. She is truly one with the valley because of how attuned to the Ohm’s, the jungle, and the wind she is. When Nausicaa believes in something, her actions will further back up her words. In the film, I noticed that Nausicaa has both masculine and feminine characteristics. Some masculine characteristics and societal expectations that Nausicaa had would be the ability to fight, to “hunt” for the sake of the village, and the quickness to lead. Some stereotypical feminine characteristics she exudes would be the ability to soothe, to care, and look after. Nausicaa knows the insects and communication between them like the back of her hand and she constantly uses that knowledge to soothe, aid, and/or dissuade the insects of the valley from their rage. Nausicaa understands the severity of the Ohm’s and the other insects and constantly works to live in harmony with them because she understands that they only want to protect themselves and their home, just like she is. Humanity was also being called into question as we see these 3 nations, the Pejite, Tolmekia, and the Valley of the Wind, fight to survive. Fighting either amongst themselves, or in general, as they navigate their world of Ohm’s and the toxic jungle. The 3 nations represent either the culmination of society’s humanity.

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inkintheinternet · 1 year ago

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Understanding Bioengineering

By Arjuwan Lakkdawala

Ink in the Internet

Bioengineering is a massive field where engineering knowledge is converted to assist biological means.

This is done in many different ways and is currently a developing branch of science that incorporates many other scientific disciplines in chemistry, biology, botanics, and of course sophisticated cutting-edge technology.

The conversion of engineering methods to biological assistance, and the conversion of natural mechanisms into mechanical engineering feats is the frontier of the new age of science.

Thousands of scientists are learning, experimenting and improving this special method of scientific advancement.

To understand bioengineering conversion let us take the simplest of examples:

Chemical reaction of electrolytes.

Salt is made of sodium and chlorine atoms. When dissolved in water they break apart from each other. Sodium atoms have a positive charge (cations) and chlorine atoms negative charge (anions).

That they are flowing freely in the water makes them a good conductor of electricity.

If you take an electric resistance measuring meter (ohmmeter - electrical resistance is measured in ohms) and put it in a glass of water that doesn't have salt in it, you will find the resistance to be 900,000 ohms as was reported in Britannica Encyclopedia.

When salt was added the resistance read less than 80,000 ohms.

Water does conduct electricity, but if you add salt the electrical flow will be even stronger.

So this is a basic chemical reaction in chemistry and physics.

Our body is 60% water and we need electrolytes to generate electrical signals for the movement of our muscles and electrolytes are also needed to maintain the balance of fluids in our body.

So in the above example we can see how an electrical test to conduct electricity (do not try to touch electricity - you could get electrocuted and die. It will be painful.

In the biological conversion of the same phenomena we see electricity generated in the body to power muscles movement. The electricity in our body doesn't kill us because it is sufficient for its task in the body but not strong enough to electrocute us.

Another example of the many fields of bioengineering is using plants and animals biological/botanic. A team from WPI in 2017 used spinach leaves to grow human heart tissue.

"In a series of experiments, the team cultured beating human heart cells on spinach leaves that were stripped of plant cells. They flowed fluids and microbeads similar in size to human blood cells through the spinach vasculature, and they seeded the spinach veins with human cells that line blood vessels. These proof-of-concept studies open the door to using multiple spinach leaves to grow layers of healthy heart muscle to treat heart attack patients. " - WPI Beyond These Towers

One more example of the types of bioengineering is the progress being made in using 3D printers to mimic organ functions that can be used to test medicine safety and efficacy. And in the future bioengineers hope to be able to print functioning replica organs that can be planted in patients with defective organs.

"In a paper published in Nature Materials, researchers from Harvard John A. Paulson School of Engineering and Applied Sciences (SEAS) and the Wyss Institute for Biologically Inspired Engineering at Harvard University report the development of a new hydrogel ink infused with gelatin fibers that enables 3D printing of a functional heart ventricle that mimics beating like a human heart. They discovered the fiber-infused gel (FIG) ink allows heart muscle cells printed in the shape of a ventricle to align and beat in coordination like a human heart chamber." - WYSS Institute|By Kat J. McAlpine / SEAS

The methods being developed to use metal based nanoparticles as an alternative to antibiotics against microbial resistance is another form of bioengineering.

A simple example of how metals destroy viruses on the surface when in direct contact is copper for example, it has electrically charged atoms (ions) these blast through the membrane of bacteria and viruses when they come into contact. In fact there are medical devices made with coating of metals that destroy viruses and bacteria to stop their spreading.

But on the cellular level it is not possible to use this form of treatment, so it is where bioengineering comes in.

There are many ways to perform synthesis of metals from inorganic materials to extract metal based nanoparticles. Green synthesis is the most preferred.

A metal nanoparticle when administered as treatment for an infection can attract the bacteria to it (Gram-positive and Gram-negative bacteria both have negative electrical charges) the nanoparticle can destroy or disrupt the function of the bacteria, in addition it will be effective against all types of bacteria, giving no chance for bacterial resistance as this metal based mechanism is completely unknown to the bacteria.

These experiments and studies are in development, as deaths from anti bacterial resistance has reached pre-antibiotic era rates.

Biophotonics also comes under the umbrella of bioengineering. It is very fascinating as it incorporates the science of photonics which deals with light energy and information.

In the treatment of cancer tumors lasers are used to damage the tumors. And there are many other delicate surgeries in which laser can be used.

Many different sciences are applied and mixed in bioengineering. Perhaps I'll write about them in future articles.

Arjuwan Lakkdawala is an author and independent journalist.

Contact [email protected] Twitter/Instagram @Spellrainia

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www.indeed.com - What Is Photonics Engineering? Definition and Requirements

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#bioengineering #Arjuwan Lakkdawala #ink on the Internet #biophotonics #electrolytes #salt #sodium #chlorine #ions #ohms #nanoparticles #science #internet #biology #nature #viruses #antibiotic resistance #Anti Microbial Resistance #optics laser surgery

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As a kid, yoga brought me healing from the “toxic stress” of an abusive childhood home. As a dancer I had already found tremendous joy in my art but something about the rabid competition in the entertainment world led me to seek solace in yoga, not as a replacement for dance, but as a companion for life as an artist in the 21st-century. Yoga also accompanied me on many NYC subway rides and it was a land-based version of surfing my beloved oceans, whenever I am too far away from water. I am a water creature and yoga helps me cope with land based behaviors.

Ironically it seems that yoga has now become a competitive space in some social media and live places. LOL the joke will always be on us if we choose to worship disposable culture we will continue to be treated as disposable humans. There is so much more value in honoring timeless eternal values, we ignore our own inherent non-commercial value at our own peril.

As soon as I saw the “asanas” (yoga poses) from photos in hatha yoga books I knew this ancient body architecture was for me, especially when I found myself too far from the sea. Whenever I’d practice the meditative technique of dropping my mind into my heart space, I’d visit my voice box and I’d discover sadness but still, I was happy for no reason. Eventually I discovered my speaking and singing voice too.

Some people told me that I was being “phony “ if I was just generally a cheerful person. Those types of negative haters would tell me I was just “acting” because I’m an actress (fyi good acting is not lying ). Now that I’m sort of a grown up it’s easier to spot the negative types even from a distance. These are the people who will immediately criticize the lifestyles of others, even if those lifestyles don’t impact their own lives. They are the people who will immediately put down ideas they don’t understand, instead of asking questions, or opening up a moment of curiosity. Those who drive by something unique like a unique house, built in an unusual style, and they will immediately begin petitioning against it in order to destroy it. I’ve encountered these people often because there are several areas of my life where I don’t conform to norms whether it’s clothing or speech or lifestyle. Gentrification in Venice Beach, Los Angeles brought us into proximity with such ugly haters who actually attempted to take people’s homes away from them in order to suit both the empty-handed bullies and the billionaires who fund the bullying. In some cases, they succeeded but not when people united and stood up to them.

While it’s quite possible to learn how to fend off such rude, loud haters, and refuse to allow them to deter us, they can potentially waste our valuable time and affect our health, both of which are our most valuable resources. The bully’s intention is to throw a wrench into our peace and into our family’s sacred spaces.

That’s why fending off bullies should not be left to individuals alone. This kind of thing is mutating as the virus it always was, now encouraged by craven bestial whistles from public servants who mirror and goad outrageous, psychotic, sociopathic, behavior in places like school board meetings, and other places that are meant as civilized constructive public spaces. Their intentions are corrosive to healthy cultural societies.

We need public service announcements incorporating history lessons, showing the very simple trajectory from the loosed arrow of normalized public malevolence into its ultimate target bullseye destination : authoritarianism, which is abuse.

Abuse of power is the same as any other abuse : child abuse, domestic abuse, sexual abuse, animal abuse, environmental abuse etc … In a democracy with rule of law, all abuse requires intervention.

Doing Nothing is not an option because the law requires protection of the vulnerable among us. These days that group is growing but we can turn this toward our mutual advantage by uniting against the bullies.

During my yoga practice, as a kid, I worked through the sadness in my heart, placed there by abuse until recently, I was able to practice the meditation technique of dropping my mind into my heart space, as taught by my first Thai Buddhist friend and suddenly a new journey began.

As a result of so much chaos in the world I reclaimed my meditation practice and recently I dropped my mind into my heart and a very funny thing happened – I felt so ticklish that I literally burst out giggling then, laughing as in “laugh out loud” until I realized that ticklish feeling is just plain bliss! That same feeling I get when I’m in the ocean! Pure bliss! From within. I was familiar with this feeling, but it never occurred to me to try to call it up consciously. Now it felt like a superpower.

The spiritual practice of meditation, whether it be in yoga - or other disciplines - is a healing practice that re-aligns us to our internal compass and reconnects us to our natural born joy.

It doesn’t matter anymore if anyone thinks of this meditation joy or any other joy – female joy, black joy, multi-cultural joy, lgbtq joy, intellectual joy etc … You know, the joy that always seems to get on the authoritarian abusers’ nerves, is “phony “ or “acting “ (again, the art of a good actor is working from a sense of truth not a bunch of lying).

The lesson I discovered in meditative “bliss” is equivalent to the lesson we must all learn as we grow up. Remaining unperturbed or at least undeterred as result of abuse or criticisms & unreasonable cruel negativity expressed by others.

Unfortunately we live in a time when some of us condone, even encourage the kinds of abusive, even violent behaviors that would previously have caused most communities to unite and fight back together, in spite of political differences.

It’s time to unite.

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bloodlinevalentine · 5 years ago

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The Blessed Unrest

Decided to cross-post my little ohmtoonz ghost thing here :)

Chapter 1: Live Like You’re Still Alive

Luke sighs and crosses his arms, leaning forward onto the rusted rails in front of him. Behind him is a set of glass sliding doors and a large, empty room. Blank, golden brown eyes scanned the rows of buildings, looking out over the city. It seems that's all he can do now: spectate. He's been up there for longer than he can keep count for, and he can't seem to get down. He felt like a goldfish in a small bowl, stuck watching the humans go about their daily lives.

And, perhaps it was a bit of a pretty fish bowl. The balcony he'd been sitting on was pretty high up, and sprawled before him laid all that Chicago, Illinois had to offer. Luke is, by far, not the most observant person, but by now he's seen all there is to see. During the day, the nearby streets were a blur of cars speeding by and the ant-like figures of people making way down the sidewalks. From how high up he was, he couldn't even see the fashionably large coats and cars that dominated during this time of year due to the climate, just the ant-like figures moving around below him. The summer sun's overpowering rays were shrouded by the thick, grey winter clouds.

During the nights, nearly all the people down below cleared out the streets and all that was left was the chilled breeze against tall glass towers. Checkered light dotted buildings where janitorial crews remained busy decorated the dark sky, while neon signs advertised hotels and bars open late. A pale yellow glow illuminated the once busy roads, reflecting in the semi-melted snow. Muddied and marred crystals splashed onto the curb as the occasional car crept past. It served as a reminder that in a city as big and populated as Chicago, it was never completely quiet. Even in the darkest hour there was always someone on their way home from a late shift, someone walking across a parkway to meet another, someone smoking out on a porch.

All things considered, it actually took him a long while to realize he was dead. But once the signs make themselves known, he only wonders how he didn't figure it out sooner.

It starts with a lady in a nearby apartment complex taking her dog out for a piss. She has her brown hair lazily tied back and his leash loosely in her hands. The dog waddles around for a moment before he finds a grassy corner to go in, and it makes Luke think about how long it's been since he himself went. Then he remembers the last time he's slept, or eaten, or even simply spoken to another person. It's an an awful feeling, realizing your dead, especially when you have to be alive and conscious for it. Well, conscious. And in his many attempts to get somewhere, anywhere but this balcony, he's mostly just expanded his repertoire of different ways to give up. People came and went, but no one stuck around long, or even acknowledged him.

As he sat and watched the world pass him by, Luke had to wonder why. Why was he just sitting here? What exactly was stopping him from getting down from this accursed ledge? And after a quick moment of consideration, he decided it was nothing. He was leaving.

Or, so he tried. But anytime he attempted to pass from the balcony and into the room behind him, this awful heat in his chest would start up and kick into high gear, filling up the inside of him until it felt like he was drowning in it. The further it went, the worse it would get until it overwhelms his ability to move and he's forced back onto the ledge to relieve it. After a few failed attempts, he dejectedly gave up.

He'd even tried jumping as a means of escape, but it was only once. In an angry fit he'd narrowed his eyes at the ground below, and with a not even a single thought, leaned over the rail and let the sky have him. It didn't work, of course, a fact for which Luke didn't know if he should be happy about or not. He'd flipped through the air once, twice, and three times before he was speeding face first to the ground. It was the most terrifying moment, plummeting to the concrete unnoticed by any people below. Tears from the wind and perhaps something Luke doesn't think about blur his vision pretty strongly, but he can still see himself nearing the ground. At the last possible moment, when it seems the pavement is just grazing his skin, he blacks out. When he wakes up, he's back on the ledge like before, the memory of what feels like years before the only thing occupying his brain.

Luke felt so alone, even though he often found himself in the company of another lonesome stranger. Sometimes people would come out when they rented the party room behind him, for whatever reasons, and bring their odd conversations with them. He'd hear people sigh in defeat at a love not reciprocated while others partied their hearts out inside, or be forced to listen in as people complained about their situations at work or school, oblivious of his own problem.

One time, a guy even came out talking to himself and leaving convenient gaps for Luke to give his opinion, even though the man couldn't have known he was there. He never minded when people came outside, even if they seemed to ignore him or whine about problems that paled in comparison to his own. When you're clearly a ghost, any company is good company.

So, a little while later, Luke isn't too surprised to see a man enter the party room and cross over to the balcony. He wordlessly slides the glass door and step out onto the ledge, staring over at the people below. There is nothing going on in the building, so he must be scouting the area for a party later. However, when the guy's foot makes contact with the balcony Luke hears a snap, like the sound a rubber band when it smacks into your hand. He feels something in his chest reel, the way you would imagine a bullet tearing through your skin, shredding muscles and sensitive tissue until it finally drags its weight out of you. The sensation makes him whip his head back up in alarm.

The man looked as if he was hastily dressed, shiny brown tresses a mess around his head and tattered clothes free in the wind. His face is tense and slightly angry, but if you look past that, he's pretty attractive. Although, he has a sort of rushed air about him, as though a man on a mission.

Luke watches the guy scan the area, ghosting over him like everyone else. He raises a hand to his chest to soothe the odd pain and looks back over the edge to continue his miserable mulling.

It's not until the man takes a particularly sharp inhale that Luke looks over at him again, and this time, soft, hazel eyes are staring directly at him with a frightened intensity. It seems to take the guy a minute, during which he looks as though he wants to say something, but when he realizes what is so wrong he gasps for real. A pale hand reaches out towards the door handle, swiping and missing a few times before he finally gets a grip.

Luke realizes in one elated sweep that the man knows he's there--is looking at him--which he says as much as he can in a gasp of his own. He leaps to his feet, and other pales at his reaction, finally gaining his bearings and yanking the door open just wide enough to fit his body through before he throws himself into the room. He doesn't bother with a fleeting glance or even the slightest pause, just slams the door shut so hard the glass rattles in it's frame.

Not about to let his only chance of getting out of his hell escape, Luke reaches for the handle himself, only to phase through it and the door in turn. That feeling makes everything left in his body run cold and rush hot all at the same time. 'Now that has never happened before,' he thinks, and had to take a moment to appreciate the effortlessness of it, but that time quickly passes. Before, he's never been able to phase through anything else, but before he's never run into anyone who could see him. He's got to catch that person.

"I can't see you!" The guy shouts over his shoulder and makes a break for the stairs rather than the obviously slow elevator. Luke wants to yell something back about the absurdity of that statement, but finds himself consumed with laughter instead. In no way disturbed by Luke's amusement, he rounds a corner at the end of the first set.

"Why are you running from me?" Luke yells back when he gains his composure. He's a little surprised by the volume of his voice, but then again it has been who-knows-how-long since the last time he'd actually spoken out loud to someone. The other doesn't look like he cares about his inquiry, though, and instead increases his speed down the steps. Luke doesn't remember exactly how tall the building is, but he knows there's many more at this rate.

That thought, along with the fact that he's falling behind in their chase makes him jump to close the distance, almost losing his footing at the landing because when he reaches out for the handrail, his fingers glide right through it. When he finally rights himself, he picks up the pace as well to catch up.

Seemingly inspired by his show of diligence, the boy attempts a leap of his own, but misses a step at the bottom and goes down hard. With a departing yelp, he tumbles down the last few steps and smacks into the wall signaling the turn with all of his momentum. The fall looks painful as anything Luke has ever seen, and all the hopeful mirth drains from his face; in its wake is trickle by agonizing trickle of mortification.

"Holy shit, are you alright?" He slows to a stop a few paces away, watching in silent guilt as the guy examines himself. There is no blood, at least none that he can see, but there is definitely some major bruising and perhaps some swelling that is soon to come. When he decides nothing too incapacitating is amiss, he winces to sitting position and levels a reluctant gaze at Luke.

"I..." he makes to answer Luke's question, but pauses briefly, "No, I--uh--that was totally my fault." He directs his vision to the floor with a dejected gaze.

"Why were you running away from me anyway?" Luke prods carefully, assessing his companion's face as he processes the question.

"Listen man," he starts after a moment, obviously not inclined to answer the second question, "I know this is hard to hear, and it probably doesn't even make sense, but you... you're dead now." He looks up at Luke again, watching his reaction closely.

"Well I think I've realized that by now." He sighs and moves to sit as well and hopefully disarm the guarded look on the other man's face.

The guy just screws his eyes shut and tilts his head in a pained nod, bringing a hand to his head once again. "Fuck," he curses as he draws the hand back down into his lap, and Luke feels a pang of guilt through himself again.

"I didn't kill myself though." Luke blurts into the silence. He'd actually never thought that completely, but as the words come out of his mouth, he feels assured that they're true. He doesn't even need the memories of his life to understand that the pure terror he felt when he'd jumped after already being dead all that time was too unfamiliar to have been how he died in the first place.

The guy opens his eyes at the sound of Luke's voice, and nods lightly once more. "Yeah, I can tell. You looked more like a murder anyway."

Luke's eyebrows fall at the odd words, and the man seems to mistake his silence as balking at the statement. "Look, right here is not the best spot for this. We can go to my place and I can explain it better, okay?"

Luke gives the guy an assessing look as he thinks it over. He's wearing grey hoodie, ripped and frayed at the wrists and a scruffy pair of no doubt unintentionally distressed blue jeans. His bedraggled shoes were the most worn of all though, complete with a belt of duct tape around the toe painted white in a semblance of normality. Truly, they looked as though they were being held together by sheer willpower more so than any of its threads.

But then he also watches the tension in the guy's expression unwind, almost as if just the idea of being at home makes him more comfortable. Well, it wasn't like he had any reason to distrust the only person who'd even seen him in weeks, and he's already dead, so what's the worst that could happen?

"Sure, sounds good." He nods and they both rise and head down that last few flights of stairs.

"I'm Luke, by the way." he supplies as they step out into the sunshine, but the guy doesn't react at all. At first Luke thought it to be a bit rude, but as people look and even speak through him, he realizes that he's being ignored because no one can see him. Even he can conclude that standing around talking to no one is pretty strange. But as he observes the crowd a bit more, he realizes that people are naturally giving them a wide berth. It was almost as if the other people could tell he was different, not knowing anything about him. Luke made a mental note to ask about it later.

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The guy doesn't stop until they reach an apartment complex that Luke wouldn't give a second glance at if he was still alive. Although, a muted grey building with white trimming and a graffiti collage on the alley-side wall isn't much to blink at for most people anyway. They turn down a path leading to more buildings in similar condition, and Luke frowns. This can't be where he lives, can it?

Luke himself had never been especially well off, but he would never consider his family poor growing up either. They fit more snugly into the upper middle-class sector. He did believe he knew what poor looked like though, and despite his clothes, he refused to believe that this man lived in such bad conditions. He must have been taking a shortcut.

Only now, muddy tennis shoes with no recognizable brand were stomping up cement steps leading up to the second floor and Luke's eyebrows knit together as he follows.

"Sorry about earlier" he speaks up as the near the doors, and at first, Luke isn't sure if he's talking about running away or ignoring him until he continues, "But I'm sure you understand why I can't really talk to you in public. My name's Ryan." He throws Luke an exasperated smile over his shoulder as he routinely walks over to a door near the end of the corridor and pulls out a pristine silver key from his jacket pocket. The wooden door has a worn and chipped plastic address on the front, characters reading 6A bolted haphazardly to it. Is this really where Ryan lives?

"And sorry about this too, but it's gonna be a bit messy inside," Ryan grins apologetically, wrestling they key into the dubious looking lock and working it open with slight difficulty. When the old, creaky metal finally gives, he pushes the door open and lets them both in.

The interior really is a mess, but Luke gets the feeling that isn't entirely Ryan's fault. Chalky, inconsistent manila walls are losing more than just their paint in the corners, and white carpeting is always a bad idea. But aside from those things, the room's mostly organized state convinces Luke that Ryan is a clean oriented person. He probably didn't even make those stains on the floor.

"It's not that bad." Is his leisure reply. Ryan reaches for a light switch that Luke half expects to flicker and blink into life, it would go with the rest of the working in this place.

Except the light just comes on, no humming or flickering included, prompting Ryan to plop onto the gently loved sofa and dig around for something underneath one of the cushions. He pulls a laptop out as if withdrawing it from a storage, and Luke raises an eyebrow when expectant eyes turn up towards him.

"You can start by just telling me anything you remember, as far back as you can go." He lifts a hand and drops it onto the back of the couch, and Luke stills at the smile he receives.

It occurs to him that Ryan really is trying his best here, and he gets the feeling that it isn't his first time of him having to go through this with someone. He looks tired and a little defeated, but undeniably means well by all this.

"I don't remember a lot," He confesses reluctantly, but when Ryan's look of support never wavers, he goes back as far as he deems relevant.

"I was at a party," Luke begins, and as he speaks the memories come back a little, "It was for me, At least I think it was... No I'm sure, I'm pretty sure I had done something, or gotten something. It definitely wasn't a birthday party." He can hear the soft taps of Ryan typing on his laptop as well.

"Maybe a graduation or something?" Ryan pipes and pauses the ticking of his note taking to level Luke with a curious glance.

"No but, similar..." Ryan nods and types some more, but Luke feels and odd sensation of confusion rise in his chest. It was as though the memories of that night had just been erased from his mind. "I remember a fight-- as in, I'm a boxer, so maybe it had to do with that."

He waits a moment for Ryan to asses and decide what he want to write, and eventually receives a nod,"Okay, you can go on," he encourages as he finishes typing, and Luke continues.

"There was a shit-ton of people there. I'm talking rooms all the way down the corridor full of people. I'm sure there was no way for me to know them all, and there were so many were people I hadn't seen in a while. Everyone was constantly taking pictures. And, for some reason I remember something about wild bananas." Luke's face contorts from introspection to back into confusion as his brain conjures up the hazy images.

"Sounds like an interesting party." Ryan chuckles as he types, flashing him a quick look of disapproval, but a good 'your-friends-are-weird-people' kind of disapproval. Luke would laugh lightly at the situation too, but a sobering thought arises.

"But, I remember some other stuff too." He takes a deep breath before continuing. "I remember standing by the door were you found me. I think I got into an argument with someone, or something like it. I was so angry and..." Sad?

Luke pauses with the word on the tip of his tongue, almost tasting it, but something about it wasn't right. And suddenly, he is filled with the sensation of familiarity. The most vivid memory so far: he can feel the phantom flurry of emotions from that night wash over him again like a wave, and they go far beyond sadness. Betrayed. His brain supplies with another hazy image: raised voices, the goosebumps left behind from a feral yell, and the only emotion that reaches deeper than anger. He had been deeply, deeply betrayed.

"Luke?" Ryan asks his silence, leaning to enter his field of view. Luke just shakes his head.

"Then, I stepped outside for some air, because I was just getting angrier and angrier. I slammed the door behind myself before I was pushed over the edge. I don't think I actually saw anyone out there, I didn't even think to check, really. But suddenly there was nothing but wind and sky around me, and I'm positive I didn't just walk off."

When Luke looks over, Ryan still has not continued clacking away at his keys. Instead, his eyes remain openly trained on Luke, hands slack at his sides. He has this expression on his face that's not quite legible, but Luke decides he doesn't like the way it makes him feel.

"After that it was just me up on that balcony for the longest until you showed." Finally, after a bit more hesitation, Ryan begins typing again.

"Any idea how long?" he asks quietly, and Luke meets his gaze as he thinks.

"A month, maybe two?" he hazards a guess, "It got pretty hard to keep track."

"That's okay," Ryan hums lightly and looks up at him, stalling the movement of his hands, "Time goes by a little funny when you're dead."

The words don't sit too nicely with Luke, but he doesn't say anything in retaliation. It really is going to take some getting used to it for him to easily joke about this. I mean, he was dead for god's sake. Instead of voicing this this thought though, he sits quietly as Ryan begins looking for anything online surrounding his death.

"Hey, I think I found something." He speaks up, after a while. "It says here that you were at a party a friend was hosting for you." Ryan pauses as though the statement is unfinished, and appears to read over it a few times before continuing. "And, that you won a UFC Championship against the former champion. It was big, huge even, televised apparently." He says in disbelief, and the words draw a gasp from Luke's lips.

Ah yes, that sure jogs the memory. It was the biggest event of his career, and it was even better when he won. How had he forgotten! Now, he didn't even have to guess at how so many people he barely spoke to somehow arrived at the party now. If he won something that huge, Jon was probably hosting the after-party, and you could bet on the fact that Evan was on the VIP list. And these days, if Evan was doing anything, his entourage was quick to follow in a mess of plus-ones and questionable invitations.

"It says that it was a tremendous party turned tragic when you committed suicide. There were no eyewitnesses in the vicinity, but no one else was believed to be there when you jumped off the balcony. It made the news."

"I didn't commit suicide," Luke's frown deepened, and he started pacing again, "I was murdered."

Ryan nods but doesn't say anything else, eyes scanning his laptop screen a few more times before he closes it and looks up a Luke.

"Wait. If you could have just looked it up, why did you ask me?" He laughs a little, but it feels empty, especially when Ryan just levels him with a admonishing look.

"I know you didn't commit suicide Luke, but the police don't, and that is a big issue for us. Right now, the best thing you could do for yourself is try to remember as much as you can." After he says this, his eyes soften and a shy smile graces his features. "But on the other hand, whoever pushed you might be a little easier to find since it's been so long. They've likely stopped being careful and keeping away from suspicious areas, thinking they've gotten away with this. I think that if we really work at it, we'll be able to find the bastard who did this to you." He giggles lightly, and Luke can't keep the small grin off his face.

He tames it though and nods, settling himself to the sound of Ryan's confidence. As much as he hates struggling to remember his own damn life, he must say that he hates being dead even more. If anything, he was stoked just to be away from that ledge and with someone who could see him, if if the guy might just be crazy for it.

"Thanks, man." He says with as much genuinity as he can muster, and his faith is only strengthened by Ryan's winning smile.

Perhaps this whole being dead thing could work out for him.

#thanks for reading #fanfics #ohmtoonz #blood on paper #ghosts #ohm being a general good human #the usual #ohmwrecker #cartoonz

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absolutebl · 2 years ago

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Hi ABL,

I've seen someone say that Gong Jun had better chemistry with his male co leads than the female leads in his het dramas and you made a mention of watching his het dramas and that they weren't good. I know you can't give a concrete answer but can you theorize why his acting is livelier in advance bravely and Word of Honor than in others.

❤️ Mimi

I have talked about this a little bit before. And someone in a comment once mentioned that Ohm (bad buddy and many other BLs) also said something to this effect :

If you are from a culture where male-to-female physical contact is extremely restricted (like China or South Korea for example), it’s sometimes easier to act intimacy with another man because you’re less freaked out about being accused of pushing things too far or taking advantage of the situation.

In other words, in places where you are trained by every social moray and stricture into “ gentlemanly” behavior around women (but not around men) it’s easier to act intimate with a man, especially if you have a certain personality type.

(The rest of this is about me and my baggage hon, not you the lovely human who asked a perfectly innocent question.)

Begin an ABL Anthropological Rant, skip as needed for your blood pressure

It’s one of the biggest issues I have around IRL shipping within the global Kpop stan communities. Because a lot of westerners are so uncomfortable and unused to (and internally homophobic around) men showing physical affection to each other, they assume 2 boys in a group who are physically demonstrative are automatically gay. When, in fact, it’s just men are more affectionate with each other in general at that age and in that culture.

(This is different from Thai BL couple branding and skinship baiting, which is a can of worms because it’s: intentional, commercial, mercenary, and possibly contractually abusive to some pairs.)

Back to Kpop ranting...

All those YT channels making videos about Kpop “gay” relationships are actually just displaying the “creators” own rampant internalized homophobia and complete misunderstanding of another culture.

And do I think some of these idols are gay? Well yes, of course, statistically speaking, some of them must be. Just like some BL actors must be. Yes, even the ones in China. But that’s so entirely not the point. Frankly, the gay ones are more likely to be reserved about showing affection, BECAUSE THEY’RE SCARED OF THIER FANS.

Let’s call a spade a spade shall we? (rather than a not-gay a gay).

This is touch shaming men, which is frankly disgusting, given how many problems we have (in the western world particularly) with men being touched starved. Should I make the correlation between this and toxic masculinity, incel behavior, and higher rates of suicide (and violence) amongst men? Well I COULD, but I’m not gonna, because it’s an incredibly complicated issue. And I’m exhausted by the whole conversation.

Frankly, being queer means we gotta deal with higher rates of abuse, violence, and suicide ourselves... I don’t got a lot left over to worry about the straight boys, except on an anthropological level.

In conclusion: IRL

don’t assume sexual identity from the physical contact or physical comfort levels you observe, especially within a different culture

ask permission for whatever you wanna do to someone else

don’t touch shame, celebrity or otherwise

and don’t let or teach your kids to do any of this, either, no matter how young they are

Yes, as a breeder, it IS your responsibility.

It’s not complicated.

BAH.

This is supposed to be a happy blog.

Anygay...

I talk about this a lot in this particular post on skinship and Thai BL.

#MOOD

#abl is ranting again #fuck i hate skinship #and IRL fanfic #and yes one of my besties writes BTS fic sigh #and yeah i do think it's harmful #protect yourself don't read this #i'm in a MOOD #like the MCND song

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jgandhe · 3 years ago

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Until We Meet Again, 2019-2020.

One thing's for sure, this series is a must-watch to each and everyone. A top-tier bl series.

The fact that they have to give that character to Earth is very telling. That it should be him and not the others. Same goes with Fluke, Kao and Ohm. It did not disappoint me. They gave us a series that made sure everyone would be involved, everyone had an opinion and everyone should be open to the fact that the issue being discussed here will make a lot of noise, that it is still happening in our present time.

The first problem was laid out without a flinch! The discussion of how the older generation dealt with same sex relationships in the LGBT community. Just how hate and discrimination targeted anyone who practices it, anyone who belongs to it. It's just pure cruelty and sad. The removal of human rights and personal happiness to the person will never be right in all aspects regardless of the gender.

Somehow, there was a lot of heavy drama that made this one for the brave heart. I don’t think that they can outdo all that pain and bottlenecks that the characters had to experience. The actors are so good at character internalizing. Cinematography can be worked with but all fine. I’m just so happy that we came to this point that bl series can be as serious as it can be and not just about how one person is in love with another person and nothing follows. I hope that we’ll be watching a lot of projects like this.

This is amplifying and uplifting. In this way we can showcase the diversity and struggle of our community from society. To let them know what and who we are.

All in all: 10/10. The actors are so good, tbh. All of them have contribute so much that the ending of the series pains me because I became so attached to all of them.

#until we meet again #fluke natouch #cooheart #ohmfluke #ohm thitiwat #bl drama #thai bl

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talkingbl · 4 years ago

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The Good and Bad of Until We Meet Again (UWMA)

SPOILER WARNING. TW: suicide

The Good:

Our second lead couple, WinTeam. Boun and Prem have so much chemistry it's quite literally seeping through the screen. Every WinTeam scene towards the end of the series feels like you're peeping in on a private moment, and, despite having all of .25% of screen time, every knowing glance feels completely earned

The characterization of female characters. Manaow and Del were awesome the whole time. Both characters felt like actual human beings and not annoying/inappropriate fujo caricatures/evil masterminds attempting to break up our boys

Ohm and Fluke actually have decent chemistry. Ohm has Bright Varchirawit moments where he acts in a way that Dean looks completely infatuated with Pharm

Somewhat out-of-the-box story. A soulmate concept, while quite common in BL novels and comics, is quite rare on camera. I think the way the story was portrayed from two different time periods was a good move too

Fluke's acting in the last 2-3 episodes was damn good. While I wasn't personally affected by his acting, I did find his portrayal of Pharm struggling with Intouch's emotions to be quite compelling. The scene where he threatens to hurt Korn the same way Korn hurt him (Intouch in this scenario) was some of the best acting I've seen in BL

This has probably been said 1000 times by now but Dean and Pharm have the healthiest relationship in any BL I've ever seen. Dean is respectful of Pharm's boundaries and Pharm is generally clear about his timeline and what he does and doesn't want to do with Dean. There's one or two moments where Korn overtakes Dean and he nearly makes the wrong decision, but, unlike other BLs, it is quickly reversed and Dean doesn't make a move that will scar Pharm

This story actually has a story outside of the romance and the characters have interests outside of their love interests. This point is largely a result of the soulmate topic at play though because part of the reason our protagonists even figure out they're soulmates is through the traits and hobbies they share with their past life-selves

LOVE the concept of soulmates being reborn into each other's past-life families. It adds an air of mystery to the plot

The cast all looked like regular every day people and were styled/made up appropriately. No one looked fresh off the runway for no reason and that added to this show's believability

The Bad

When UWMA is slow, it is slow. It can get very boring very quickly. I attribute a lot of the slow-paced feel of the series to the filler episodes in the middle of the series and the scenes where Dean and Pharm are just looking at each other without doing anything substantive. There's also waaaay too many scenes establishing that Pharm likes to cook as if we hadn't caught on to that fact 11 episodes into the series

The main couple competes with their past-life selves (co-main couple?) for the 'least compelling couple' award. Honestly, DeanPharm probably beats out KornIntouch. At least KornIntouch have actual conflict that comes from themselves and not some weird external thing that only shows up in their dreams/when Pharm hears a loud banging noise. I don't know..it just seems like we don't really know why Dean likes Pharm (and vice-versa) and only know why Korn (in Dean's body) likes Intouch in (Pharm's body)

I don't like Korn. There, I said it. His character had the ability to be extremely compelling and emotionally moving but most of the time (with the exception of a few moments at the end of the series) he came off like a self-loathing douchebag

The casual fatphobia was too damn high. Yes, I understand this is not real life. Yes, I understand that it's supposed to be a "joke" but like it wasn't even funny? It was just "Manaow, you're fat, no one will ever like you." << How is that funny? It's also strange because not only is nothing inherently ugly about any size body but Sammy's Manaow was lowkey the most attractive and charismatic member of the cast outside of Boun's Win

They had something good going with the mafia family concept but literally never showed it in the detail it deserved. Would've loved to have seen Pharm/Korn's mafia family business dealings, especially since Korn's brother/Pharm's uncle was a really good side-character who would've made a believable mobster

Despite having driven their sons to suicide, Korn's father gets the benefit of the doubt because he's "still hurting from it"...fuck outta here with that bullshit

Korn and Intouch's scenes looked too modern. It was hard to pinpoint the time period of their scenes because it looked like it was, at the very earliest, set in the 2000s, but everyone claimed it was 30+ years ago (around the mid- to late '80s)

At points, the scenes looked very low budget. The production quality was even slightly inconsistent sometimes scene-to-scene

Pharm being a naive, coy, shivering bottom was highkey annoying at times. He acted as if he had never had an adult (not adult as in sexual but adult as in acting not like a shy child) thought or issue in his entire life despite being a university student

The crying every episode got old very quick. When a character shows too much of one emotion, it desensitizes the viewer to it. Pharm cried so much that I pretty much never cared when he showed sad emotions until he was possessed by Intouch at the end

That's really all I have for now for UWMA

#uwma until we meet again #winteam deanpharm kornintouch #bounprem premboun ohmfluke kaoearth #thai bl boys love #ohm thitiwat fluke natouch boun noppanut prem warut noppakao earth cooheart

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projectjasper · 3 years ago

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Dear Archer,

I told you so, and it happened! I was gently rejected. 💔 Guess that’s karma for dissing PeteKao -> goodbye brownie points. 🥲 But because I’m a very open minded person (that loves to be proven wrong) -> I promise I will watch the whole franchise again at some point. Maybe then I will like them better; but for now, I think it was the constant (imho unnecessary) misunderstandings that put me off a little bit. (Truth be told, I only watched DBK 🤭 -> perhaps if I had watched Kiss: The Series and Kiss Me Again beforehand I would have enjoyed PeteKao more.) I hope you can still appreciate my input to your inbox; I’m trying really hard here. 😥

Anyhow, to end the confusion once and for all: I am and will remain (for now at least…) the only Win-stan in your inbox. And yes, I prefer to keep that side of me anonymous. 🙃 As for why: apart from the fact that he looks beautiful on the one hand (“handsome” just doesn’t cover it) and like the human version of a frolicking puppy on the other… He has a beautiful soft spoken voice: every time I hear it smth within me just feels calm. 😌 Plus, he is just so funny. Cracks me up every time. Also, I am a very simp-le 🧷 soul: if someone speaks English, they get a brownie point from me.

As for Degrassi, I am not as ancient as I sound (just past the 25-age border). But if I may give some elderly advice: I think you might appreciate Adam’s story (season 10-13). 😉

Finally: lmao, look at us (not into angst or violence bc it triggers stuff) BOTH enjoying Not Me (thriller, lots of violence, constantly looming threat of being exposed)!!! 🤣🤣🤣 I just think it’s been a wild ride so far. And it proves once aGun 🧷 why OffGun is soo well-matched. Tbh, this definitely not my genre, so I can’t say a lot about the execution. (Btw, as far as film in general is concerned, I’m great at analysing screenwriting and to some extent metaphors and scenery -> but as for characters/ actual acting skills, I’m not your gal. 🙈) But as far as my personal opinion went, I liked it a lot. Somehow, it was a lot easier to get into than F4: Thailand. About that, I do actually agree with Thel. It brought up a lot of unwanted memories for me too. And judging from the tag, I think this opinion is shared by a number of people. I can also say as much as that I’m not the only Gorya-Ren shipper on the block. (Typical me: shipping the wrong couple! 🤥)

@reliable anon -> ImMo 🧷 be honest and admit that my spirits were a little Louiser 🧷 (sorry idk how to turn this into a pun 🤦‍♀️) after your reply. But I while hold up my Wai-t 🧷 flag 🏳 and accept your hand in friendship. 🤝 Cheers to Chang-e 🧷! 🥂 This might sound a bit Korn-y 🧷, but Safe 🧷 to say, I mean every word of it. I am just Ink-credibly 🧷 grateful to our “Archer-tect” 🧷 for crea-Tong 🧷 this op-Pa-tunity 🧷 to communicate with each other. It’s great to Pat-take 🧷, although at this point I can’t com-Pran-hent 🧷 what I’m talking about. 😂 Maybe I should just “Chai-Chai-Slide” 🧷 out of this conversation. 😆

That was it for now. Just chant with me: Ohm Pawat deserves the world! And: Archer deserves even more! 💗💜💙🏳️‍⚧️💙💜💗

Lots of cuddles coming your way! 🫂🫂🫂

~ operanon 🎼

P.S. A fun fact about me to cheer you up: I experienced my first wlw awakening (I think I had 5 in total 😅) after listening to t.A.T.u.’s “All the Things She Said”. (I saw the music video on television during a music program that was probably meant for teens -> I must have been 6 or 7 at the time and I was just 😮 and then 🥰.)

P.P.S. Every day it gets harder to keep up my “anon” identity and not mix up things with my actual non-anon identity. 😳 You’re hot on my tail! ☺️

hello, dear operanon!!

i wouldn't say you were rejected - just gently nudge your secret admiring in the direction of platonic, and you'll be good! i see you haven't gone through my list of drama recs (/lh), but i do actually recommend watching just the petekao cut before rewatching dbk (no need to watch the entirety of kiss me and kiss me again gjkgjdfkgj).

i respect your wish for anonymity in all things - whether win-related or not - which is why (in relation to your p.p.s) i shall not be putting my detective hat on for this one. no gears are turning in my head, no tails are being set on fire - you shall have your anonymity until you decide to reveal your identity all on your own.

also, i know i seem like a wee baby, but i have known i am trans since i was 15, so i have actually gone through much of the trans rep content. i have also been there when this masterpiece of a meme was made (if any trans mascs are reading this - enjoy):

and actually, i am so sorry for the confusion, but i do not mind violence at all, especially when it's in a stick-it-to-the-man context like with not me or manner of death. it's angst that i hate. half the reason why i chose the name archer is actually because i've been shooting out people's kneecaps with a bow and some arrows in video games since i was 11, so if anything violence is kind of my thing (in fictional settings, of course).

and as for your p.s., i think most queer russians have a pretty complex relationship with that song, but i am glad it made for such a positive experience for you!!

#archer responds #operanon

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dustedmagazine · 4 years ago

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Ian Mathers’ 2020: We’re stuck inside our own machines

I’ve had a song I loved in high school and haven’t thought much about since stuck in my head. The song “Apparitions” by the Matthew Good Band is a fine example of the alt rock of the late 90s; if you grew up then but somewhere down in the states (or elsewhere) instead of my southern Ontario you may well have your regional equivalents, and like this one they may not resonate terribly strongly outside of their time and place. It popped back into my head after a long time recently and of course 2020 has changed it a little. A song that as a teen I felt keenly as about loneliness (albeit also about how technology can feed into that) of course now plays on my nerves as another small piece of art about the way that most of us (those scared and/or responsible anyway) have only that relatively narrow, technologically mediated connection to the people we love. All of us, artists and listeners alike, are trying to fit our feelings and art and selves down these little connections, with some success.

On a personal level, 2020 wound up being stressful in ways we couldn’t have predicted even after the pandemic hit. In circumstances that could have seen governments on this continent support those unable to work (and those who shouldn’t have to), support those workers who are truly essential, support workers and renters and even landlords and small businesses, instead we got a near-total abeyance of those governments using the resources we provide them with to save any of us. On a personal level my wife and I were lucky enough to be able to work from home (not that it didn’t come with its own forms of stress, and now that I’m off until January I have several work/stress-related illnesses to recover from) but still saw friends and loved ones lose good, used-to-be-sustainable livings overnight, saw family businesses succumb to a near-total absence of effective government support after months of trying to keep above water, etc.

It is probably no surprise that this is not a situation conducive to listening to music, let alone writing about it; I have deliberately and happily kept busy on behind the scenes stuff at Dusted that I could still manage but looking, at the end of the year, at the amount I managed to actually create is demoralizing if not at all shocking. I’m not sure I think next year will be ‘better’ in many important ways, although at our job there is a growing feeling among coworkers that next year has to have some work/life balance because 2020 was, maybe more than anything else, unsustainable.

That’s not to say I didn’t spend a lot of time and emotion on music this year, and if nothing else constant sleep deprivation, stress, and panic meant I was probably open to being deeply moved by all sorts of art even more than normally (it’s gotten to the point where I can’t even read a sad or moving twitter thread out loud to my wife without getting teary, which is kind of… nice?). Funnily enough the band that did the most to keep me sane didn’t really put out anything in 2020. Personal favorite, Low, instead started, in early April, getting on Instagram with something they called on whim “It’s Friday I’m in Low.” With one brief break they have now done by my count at least 35 shows (catalogued here, by the way), every Friday at about 4 my time.

Admittedly it’s easier for Low to pull this off than some bands, since the 2/3 of the trio that sing are a married couple (they’ve had a couple of socially-distanced backyard shows with bassist Steve Garrington, but he’s mostly been isolating elsewhere). These shows have seen the band’s Alan Sparhawk take a mid-set break to do follow-up phone interviews with the acts featured in the COVID-curtailed touring bands series Vansplainingthat they started on YouTube, or just to give a tour round their vegetable garden and talk tips. It’s seen Alan and Mimi Parker draw on their impressive, 25+ year body of work (averaging 4-5 songs a set, I don’t think they’ve repeated themselves yet) and talk a bit between songs about pandemics, politics, song choices, and whether Alan should grab his bike helmet this time.

They’re not the only musicians out there speaking love and sanity (and playing music) into the strange digital interzone filled with hate and disinformation where we’ve all been forced to gather while locked down, but they were and the most consistent and steady signal being emitted each week. No matter how tired I was from work or what new symptoms I’d developed or what horrific thing I read into the news, even if I had to take an emergency nap while it was actually airing, every Friday the show was there. Once things do return to something more like normal, it’s one of the few things I’ll unambiguously miss about this weird-ass year.

So if that makes an argument for Low as my band of the year (admittedly again… it’s not like Double Negative has aged poorly, either), that does a disservice to those 2020 records I did connect with; even if there are still literally dozens I have to go through, many of which I expect to love, my top picks this year (if as unrankable by me as always) hit me as hard as any top pick in recent years did. So here I present a quick and informal top 5, which the rest of my top 20 following in alphabetical order. Here’s hoping for more time and space in 2021 for music, and even more than that, for more support for those who need it from those who could have been providing it all this time. (The Matthew Good Band, incidentally, always did best with their ballads. “Strange Days” is another I’ve had in my head these days; the image of moving “backwards, into a wall of fire” has stuck with me since the 90s and it’s never felt more grimly appropriate.)

Greet Death — New Hell

New Hell by Greet Death

This one is, in some sense, cheating; it came out November 2019. But that just means it’s the latest winner of my personal Torres Prize for Ian Being Late to the Party (so named because becoming slightly obsessed with Torres’ Sprinter just after I sent in my 2015 list was the first time I noticed that one of my favorite records of each year tends to get picked up by me just after I call it quits on the year, no matter how long I try to wait). This very doom and gloom slowcore/metal/(whatever, just know it’s heavy) trio at first felt very much like my beloved Cloakroom (whose Time Well has also won a Torres Prize) but sure enough nuances revealed themselves. Back in February it felt almost a little too negative, but then the rest of 2020 happened. And the extended burns of “You’re Gonna Hate What You’ve Done” and the title track remain searing.

Holy Fuck — Deleter

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Probably the record I’ve been trying to write about the longest in 2020, and the one I’m most disappointed in myself that I just couldn’t get the requisite paragraphs together. It’s a wonderful effort from the consistently great Toronto resolutely human-created (and —mediated) dance music quartet, one that both feels like a summation of everything they do well, and with the addition of some outside voices (including strong turns from the singers of both Hot Chip and Liars) a step forward at the same time.

Spanish Love Songs — Brave Faces Everyone

Brave Faces Everyone by Spanish Love Songs

As the year got worse, this roar of defiance only got more crucial for me to hear every so often; I was a big enough fan of it, even after writing it up for Dusted, that when they solicited fan footage for a subsequent music video you may just be able to get a glimpse of me in it. (I’m the one in a “No Tories” t-shirt.) My punk rock-loving twin brother was the one who introduced me to Spanish Love Songs and we were supposed to spend an evening in June screaming along to them live in a packed, sweaty room. I need that in my life again.

Julianna Barwick — Healing Is a Miracle

Healing Is A Miracle by Julianna Barwick

It’s a sign of what 2020 has been like here that even just this album title leaves bruises, and while I privately worried Barwick would have a hard time following up 2016’s sublime Will (probably my favorite record that year), it seems that continuing to take whatever downtime she needs to keep focusing and refining her particular muse has once again yielded amazing results. Anyone who thinks they know what a Barwick track sounds like should really check out, say, “Flowers”, but much of this record absolutely sounds like Barwick, just even better than before. She also boasted my wife and I's favorite streaming concert of 2020, an absolutely gorgeous rendition of this album with Mary Lattimore showing up.

Phoebe Bridgers — Punisher

Punisher by Phoebe Bridgers

I joked on Twitter recently that I have far too nice a dad (and far too good a relationship with him) to be as obsessed as I am with Phoebe Bridgers’ “Kyoto”, but here we are. Like most of her generation, Bridgers’ social media presence ranges from shit-posting to inscrutable, but even though things are often just as hard to figure out in her beautiful songs (as they often are in life), there’s an emotional clarity to them that can just grab you deep down. Couple that with seriously impressive songcraft and the progress from her already astounding debut Stranger in the Alps and more than anyone else in 2020 I’m excited to see just where the hell Phoebe Bridgers is going to go, because it feels like she’s talented and hardworking enough to go just about anywhere and drag a lot of our hearts with her.

Other Favorites

Aidan Baker & Gareth Davis — Invisible Cities II

Anastasia Minster — Father

Deftones — Ohms

Hum — Inlet

Kelly Lee Owens — Inner Song

Mesarthim — The Degenerate Era

Perfume Genius — Set My Heart On Fire Immediately

Protomartyr — Ultimate Success Today

Rachel Kiel — Dream Logic

The Ridiculous Trio — The Ridiculous Trio Plays the Stooges

Sam Amidon — Sam Amidon

Shabason, Krgovich & Harris — Philadelphia

Stars Like Fleas — DWARS Session: Live on Radio VPRO

Well Yells — We Mirror the Dead

Yves Tumour — Heaven to a Tortured Mind

Five Reissues/Compilations/etc.

Aix Em Klemm — Aix Em Klemm

Bardo Pond — Adrop/Circuit VIII

Charles Curtis — Performances & Recordings 1998-2018

Coil — Musick to Play in the Dark

Hot Chip — LateNightTales

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aliciameade · 5 years ago

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Wear My Heart On Your Skin

Title: Wear My Heart On Your Skin Author: aliciameade Rating: T for tattoos Pairing: Beca/Chloe Summary: Beca comes up with a wild way to confess her feelings to Chloe. PP3-era. aka the fic I promised I’d write based on that tattoo show.

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“Are we seriously doing this?”

“Just trust me!” Beca says with a grin as she pulls Chloe into a tattoo parlor.

They’re not drunk, but they’re not exactly one hundred percent sober, either. But Beca’s just tipsy enough to let her guard down and stop thinking so much and Chloe had been tracing Beca’s headphones tattoo on her forearm for so long (it was hypnotizing, to be honest), that Beca had to make her stop by covering Chloe’s hand with her own and saying, “Dude, we should get tattoos together!”

Twenty minutes of Chloe vacillating between bouncing-off-the-walls excited and insisting they need to be more thoughtful with such decisions because “Tattoos are forever, Beca,” has got them as far as Just Ink About It, the Brooklyn shop a few blocks from their apartment. “I don’t even know what to get,” she whines, but Beca knows she’s going to go through with it regardless.

As far as Beca can recall, Chloe’s never once not agreed to any request Beca’s made of her, and though she tries not to abuse this benefit in their friendship, she’s a human being that can’t help but take advantage of such a thing from time to time.

“Then I’ll decide for you.” She keeps hold of Chloe’s hand (not that Chloe’s trying to pull it away) and turns her attention to the thoroughly tattooed and moderately pierced woman standing at the reception desk flipping through a home decorating magazine. “Hi! Two tattoos, please,” she says before laughing. It’s so absurd and she’s on some kind of a high of silliness but she can’t find herself to care.

The woman looks at up Beca’s voice. “Do you have appointments?”

Beca’s heart sinks. From the second she’d suggested this adventure she was thrilled by it and the possibility they could be turned away due to their spontaneity makes her sad. “Uh, no. Do you think you could fit us in? We’re not getting anything big. An hour each, max.”

The woman opens her mouth as if to question Beca’s knowledge and she watches her eyes fall to Beca’s shoulder, bare thanks to the strapless button-down she’s wearing, and the ornate lotus flowers adorning it that required Beca to sit for several hours. Her arms are next, both of them sporting ink, and the woman seems to relax and regard them with less disdain.

“Are you choosing off the wall or do you know what you want?” She gestures at the walls covered with panels of flash tattoos, all butterflies and fairies and ohm symbols and tribal designs.

“Oh, we have our own designs.”

Beca sees Chloe’s head whip around to stare at her. “We do?”

“Yeah, remember? We’re picking for each other.”

“What’s she getting?” the receptionist asks as she hands Chloe a clipboard with a legal release form attached to it.

“It’s small, I promise. Can I talk to the artist first? In private? It’s a surprise.”

“We’re deciding for each other?” Chloe asks, voice so incredulous it’s bordering on amused, but she continues filling out her personal information on the release form. “I can’t believe I’m letting you do this.”

Beca just grins at her and then at the woman helping them.

“Fine. I’ll walk you back while she finishes her paperwork.”

“Thank you,” Beca says in a hushed voice as she follows her into a back room.

“Joey, I got a couple of walk-ins for you. They’re in charge of what the other’s getting. She must really trust you.”

Beca nods. “Yeah, she does. And I trust her.”

“Y’all are crazy,” the artist says before extending his hand to shake hers in greeting. “But that’s pretty badass. Who’s going first?”

Beca watches him start sanitizing and prepping the working area. “She is. And don’t let her see what you’re doing. I want it to be just us when she sees what it is.”

“All right.” The guy seems amused, and completely unaware that he’s holding Beca’s future in his very hands. “So, what’s the design?”

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The wait for Beca feels like an eternity. She paces in the waiting room, trying to pass the time first by flipping through the display racks of flash tattoos, then paging through issues of Inked magazine, knee bouncing endlessly until movement catches her eye. She looks up to see Chloe walking toward her with the same smile she always wears when she’s greeting Beca.

“All done!” she says with a slight skip in her step.

“Did it hurt?” Beca shakes her head at her question; of course, it hurt. “Where did you get it?”

“Right here,” Chloe says, lifting the hem of her shirt while tugging the waist of her jeans down an inch or so, just enough to reveal the tape and dressing covering her fresh tattoo. “He wouldn’t let me look at it. Even when it was finished.” She chuckles. “I can’t believe I just got a tattoo and have no idea what it is. Why do I always feel like I can do anything when I’m with you?”

Beca’s not sure if Chloe means the words the way she interprets them, but the gentle look in her eyes gives Beca a shred of hope, as does Chloe grabbing her hand to squeeze it.

“Because I’m a badass,” Beca smirks and it makes Chloe roll her eyes and laugh.

“Sure. Okay, your turn. Get back there.”

“I’m going, I’m going,” Beca says, dropping Chloe’s hand to walk to the back of the shop, only to yelp when there’s a sharp swat to her ass.

“Badass,” Chloe laughs, winking at her before easing herself into the same chair Beca had been waiting in.

“No peeking,” Beca says, pointing in her general direction.

Chloe picks up Beca’s abandoned magazine. “Back atcha!”

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“Ready?”

Beca nods and keeps her eyes fixed on the ceiling and sets her jaw as she watches the tattoo artist lean over her, followed by the burn and buzz of the tattoo gun etching into her hip.

She’s not sure what the hell they’re doing; it had made so much sense when they decided to get tattoos but Beca’s big idea of choosing tattoos for each other was a new level of impulsivity. Not to mention what she chose to imprint—permanently—on Chloe’s body. Chloe had agreed, but Beca’s having all kinds of regrets even as what Chloe chose for Beca sinks into her skin.

It’s not like Chloe made the same dumb decision.

It’s going to be a nightmare; the longer she sits, the worse the future plays out in her mind until she’s pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes to stop the tears from falling.

“We’re in the homestretch; ten more minutes. Can you make it or do you need a break?”

She had forgotten about the pain of her own tattoo, the pain in her chest long overtaking it.

“I’m good,” she grinds out. She needs this to be over so she can run away and hide. Where? She’s unsure; she can’t even go home, because it’s Chloe’s home, too. She tries to focus on the tangible pain, the endless burn of needles scratching at the thin, sensitive skin of her hip. It doesn’t hurt at all compared to what’s in her head.

When it’s over, she checks her face in the mirror to make sure it doesn’t look like she’s been crying. Her eyes are a bit smudged but no worse for wear than they usually are at the end of a fun night out. Her heart, on the other hand, won’t stop racing at seeing Chloe waiting for her at the desk, wallet out as she hands a credit card to the woman working.

“How was it?” Chloe asks, same smile as always.

“Not too bad,” Beca lies. It was the most excruciating hour of her life, and not because of the needles.

Chloe scribbles on a receipt and tucks her wallet into her purse while she meets Beca halfway through the waiting room. “Where’d you put it?”

Beca pats the spot on her hip lightly.

“Same as me!” Chloe squeals with undue excitement. She threads her fingers through Beca’s and steers them toward the door. “I can’t wait for you to see what I picked for you.”

“Yeah,” Beca says weakly. “Same.”

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“So, how do we do this?” Chloe asks as soon as they’re home. “I want to see!” She’s already unbuttoning her jeans and working them down her legs in the middle of the kitchen while Beca makes a beeline for the bottle of whiskey on the top of their fridge to immediately take a swig of it, straight from the bottle. She needs to find the courage she had a couple hours ago.

She tries to avert her eyes at least a bit, not that Chloe ever seems to have modesty around Beca.

“Okay, okay, just…” Beca moves to the tiny dresser they share and grabs two pairs of pajama shorts; she doesn’t even know whose they are. Their wardrobes have become so interchangeable that some items genuinely belong to neither of them. Or both of them. “Let’s put these on and we can take off each other’s dressing.”

“What’s wrong with being in our underwear?” Chloe asks, but catches and pulls on the shorts Beca tosses to her anyway. Though, in true Chloe fashion, she immediately removes her blouse as though she has some kind of limit on how much of her body can be covered at any one time when she’s at home.

“Don’t know about yours,” Beca says as she shucks her jeans and then, angling herself away from Chloe, her underwear, “but the waistband of my underwear goes right over it and I don’t want it rubbing.” She slips her shorts on quickly and then grabs a washcloth off the top of the small stack of towels to soak it under the bathtub tab with warm water.

“Oh,” Chloe says, a bit absently, and when Beca turns back, Chloe’s tracing a line across her hip. “I think mine’s okay. Who goes first?”

Beca drops onto the edge of the bed, then winces a bit at the sting from her raw skin pulling. She just wants to get it over with. “You. Come here.”

Chloe obeys and Beca has to hold her breath for a few seconds. It’s quite something to have Chloe standing in front of her, topless save for her sand-colored bra which is only an inch or two above Beca’s line of sight. It’s quite something to have Chloe slipping the very shorts Beca just gave her down her legs until they sit high around her thighs.

Her underwear doesn’t match her bra, and Beca has a lot of second thoughts about the fact that she chose to remove her own underwear. She had been thinking of practical tattoo aftercare at the time, and not a moment like this.

Chloe’s quiet chuckle gets Beca’s attention and she glances up to see Chloe’s eyes on her. “This is kind of sexy,” Chloe says.

Beca blushes and drops her eyes to the white gauze and clear tape covering Chloe’s newest tattoo and chooses to ignore the comment—she agrees with it—and carefully lifts the edge of tape to peel it back from Chloe’s skin until she’s using the wet cloth to moisten the gauze enough so it releases without too much discomfort.

“No peeking,” she murmurs as she peels the bandage off completely. She spends what might be too long dabbing at the fresh tattoo to clean it up a bit, reading it again and again.

It had come out quite nicely; she hopes Chloe tipped well when she paid the bill. (Beca makes a mental note to pay her back.) She also can’t believe she asked for those words to be inked onto Chloe’s body forevermore.

“Does it look good?” Chloe asks, and Beca can hear the eagerness in her voice, though it seems a bit thick, like she’s been crying or something. When Beca looks up, though, her face is void of any tears and her eyes are fixated on Beca’s.

“Yeah,” Beca says after a few seconds. Then she’s working Chloe’s shorts up her legs for her, careful to not let them scuff against the tattoo. “My turn?”

“Your turn,” Chloe says, a smile brightening the strange darkness that had settled over her features. She’s walking away before Beca can respond, the wet rag Beca had used in her hand to drape it over the side of the tub and grab another and soak it just as Beca had done.

Beca scarcely has time to think before she’s back and pulling Beca to her feet, only for Chloe to kneel instead of trade places with Beca. Beca’s mouth instantly goes dry and she feels dizzy. Chloe is reaching for Beca’s shorts when Beca’s brain finally catches up.

“Whoa, dude,” she says, grabbing them. “I’m not wearing anything under these.”

Chloe’s smile looks a little crooked when she says, “I know.”

“I didn’t really think this through…” she starts, thoroughly unsure of how to solve the problem.

“I’m not going to look,” Chloe says. Then she shrugs. “I’ve seen it before anyway.”

“Not the same thing.”

“Beca,” Chloe says, looking up at her. She doesn’t try to negotiate further; she doesn’t have to because the way she says Beca’s name is enough of a negotiation.

“Fine; just...no commentary.”

Chloe snorts a laugh and Beca lets go of the death grip she’s had on the waist of her shorts and feels them slip down a few inches until the waistband is being stretched enough to not make contact with her skin; it stops somewhere above her knees. She stares straight ahead.

She hears Chloe clear her throat and fully expects some type of comment but none follows, just the quiet sound of adhesive tape peeling back from Beca’s skin until Chloe’s wringing warm water from the cloth against Beca’s hip to soak the gauze. It takes longer to remove than Chloe’s did, or maybe it just feels that way given the circumstance of Chloe being on her knees face-to-face with her bare junk.

As friends do.

The last edges of the gauze finally give and then she can feel Chloe dabbing at the hot, raw skin at her hip with caution and care. Her other hand, the one not cleaning things up, is holding on to Beca by the leg, hand wrapped around the back of her thigh in a place Chloe’s never touched her. Until now.

There’s an extended moment of nothing, no damp rag, no blotting, and Beca has to fight with every cell in her body to not look down. She can’t; the visual in her mind is enough to make her light-headed. Then there’s soft, wet warmth on her undamaged skin, just to the left of where she knows her tattoo is.

A kiss.

“All better,” Chloe says after a lifetime passes and Beca releases the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. She’s grateful it’s over because the situation was turning her on (an understatement) and she knows she was dangerously close to getting wet with Chloe right there.

She’s reaching for her shorts to pull them up before Chloe has a chance to do it and then she takes a few brisk steps away. There’s no air left in that area of the apartment.

“Well?”

She hears Chloe’s voice behind her and forces herself to turn around to see Chloe still on her knees, though turned partway as though she’d followed Beca’s quick exit.

“The suspense is killing me,” Chloe continues with a soft smile. “Can we please look?”

Beca wonders if she looks as terrified as she feels as she nods.

“Same time, yeah?” Chloe asks as she stands up, tossing her cloth into the nearby bathtub.

“It better not be something lame like a butterfly,” Beca manages to grumble as she retreats back to the bedroom area.

“Guess you’ll just have to wait and see,” Chloe chirps as she catches Beca by the elbows to stop her an arm’s length away, right in front of her. “On three?” she says, hooking her thumb into the right side of her shorts.

“On three, or after three?” Beca teases; her ability to think returning is a welcome relief.

“On,” Chloe says, and then her eyes widen. “I just realized we’re not going to be able to see our own tattoos because of where we got them.” Then she nods resolutely. “I’ll have to read it to you.”

“Read?” Beca asks, her heart picking up speed. “Mine is words?”

Chloe covers her mouth like she just revealed a spoiler. “Describe. I meant describe it to you. To each other.”

Beca feels uneasy at Chloe’s sudden bout of nerves because Chloe’s rarely nervous. “Right. So…” Beca hooks her own thumb into her shorts, “one?”

“Two,” Chloe adds.

“Three,” Beca says and they both tug their shorts down and crane their necks to try to see but Chloe was right; it’s impossible to make out the detail of the script that’s on Beca’s hip, surrounded by what look to be vines. It’s only a few inches wide. “Well?” she says, suddenly eager and forgetting for a moment about Chloe’s tattoo. “What does it say?”

She lifts her head and sees the nervousness in Chloe’s eyes. Chloe seems so still, now, that it’s unsettling, until she finally blinks, a fluttering of eyelashes that steals Beca’s breath.

“It says,” Chloe finally says, then pauses to clear her throat, “it says, ‘You’re my everything.’”

Beca really wishes she could get just one good lungful of air but nothing about their time home tonight has allowed for it. Now is no different. Worse, even.

Her throat tightens because, surely...surely that’s not what it says? But Chloe’s staring at her with such conviction, had spoken the words directly into Beca’s soul, that Beca knows it’s real and the words are true.

“What about mine?” Chloe asks and Beca can see tears welling in her eyes. She takes a step forward out of sheer instinct, the need to comfort her overwhelming as always. “What does it say?” she repeats. “I can tell it’s words.”

Beca glances at Chloe’s tattoo—not because she’d forgotten what it said, but out of the need to look away just for a moment to be able to speak. She wets her lips. “It says…” She looks up again and the tears in Chloe’s eyes have fallen, streaking down her cheeks to drip off her chin and she’s trembling. “It says,” she starts again, “it says…‘I love you.’”

Chloe’s exhale is quick and then she’s rushing forward to pull Beca into a hug.

It almost knocks Beca off her feet, but Chloe doesn’t let that happen. Instead, she pulls her close and Beca can feel the kiss Chloe’s pressing to her cheek and the warm skin of her bare back beneath Beca’s arms.

“I love you, too,” Chloe whispers in her ear and Beca’s knees weaken so she holds on more tightly to Chloe. “You’re my everything.”

It all feels like a fever dream. An out-of-body experience. She feels tears on her own cheeks and despite it all, despite Chloe’s words and the way she’s holding her, Beca can’t help but wonder if Chloe just means Beca’s her absolute best friend.

“Chlo.” Her voice breaks over the name and she feels Chloe pulling back, though she doesn’t let go of Beca.

Chloe’s smiling when her face comes back into view. Beca’s about to muster the nerve to ask exactly what Chloe meant when Chloe’s leaning in and this time, there’s no questioning her meaning.

Chloe’s lips are soft and warm against Beca’s, just as they’d been on her hip, and Beca hears her sigh. She understands, can relate to the relief. Beca feels it, too. Years of tension, of frustration, of worry melting away as their lips meet again and again.

She’s only somewhat conscious of their feet shuffling toward their bed because as soon as they move, Chloe’s tongue skips across her lower lip before slipping past it.

They’re just finding their rhythm when Chloe suddenly drops away. Beca opens her eyes, startled, to see Chloe sitting on the edge of their bed looking up at her. She’s smiling and her cheeks are pink.

“Join me,” she says, tugging on Beca’s hands, but the tiniest shred of clarity slips into Beca’s foggy mind.

“Wait, wait,” she says, pulling her hands away and managing to turn away from Chloe to grab her lotion off its shelf. “I just...I mean, yes,” she says, only then noticing how out of breath she is. “But I want it to heal well.”

It takes Chloe a second or two to understand what Beca means and then she’s nodding and grabbing the bottle out of Beca’s hand. “I’ll do it.”

“Whoa,” Beca says when Chloe slips Beca’s shorts down her legs, this time all the way, and Beca’s instinct is to immediately shield herself with her hands but Chloe gets in the way. She leans forward to kiss Beca’s stomach, then rests her forehead there for a few seconds as though she’s gathering herself, and all Beca can do is bite her lip to stop the moan that threatens and run her fingers through Chloe’s hair.

A few more seconds pass until Chloe sits back and Beca watches her squeeze a dollop of lotion onto her fingertips and lift her hand to Beca’s hip.

“Cold,” Beca hisses when the cream touches her skin, but then she feels Chloe’s fingers through it, gently coating the fresh marks of Chloe’s declaration of feelings for Beca.

“Sorry,” Chloe says and Beca watches her set aside the lotion and bring her free hand to Beca’s knee to trace a slow line up the inside of her thigh. She stops before she travels too far and looks up at Beca as she traces the soft, sensitive skin. “Better?”

“Mhmm,” Beca manages. Chloe’s touch is slowly driving her insane and she’s about to crumble when the touches disappear and Chloe’s moving further back onto the bed until she’s lying down.

“Do me?” she says with a wink.

It shatters the intensity around them and Beca’s relieved. It was getting to be suffocating, and though she still feels the electricity flowing between them, she feels immeasurably lighter.

“Now, what makes you think I want to do that?” Beca replies, smiling as she crawls onto the bed until she’s reaching for Chloe’s shorts to ease them down past her tattoo, but, like Chloe, this time she slips them all the way down.

“This,” Chloe says, fingers grazing just above her tattoo.

Beca laughs as she moves to sit astride Chloe’s knees, lotion in hand. “You might be right.” She leans forward to reach the fresh ink and watches Chloe shiver at the first contact of lotion against her skin. “Cold?”

Chloe nods and Beca can’t help but notice the way her fingers are curling into the quilt beneath them.

She follows Chloe’s lead, letting her free hand slip between Chloe’s legs, much higher than Chloe had stopped, though not quite touching the blue and white striped cotton. She’s never touched that spot of warm, smooth skin before. “Better?”

“Yeah,” Chloe breathes as her eyes fall closed and her hips shift. “So much better.”

The End

#bechloe #bechloe fic #fanfic #beca mitchell #chloe beale #idiots

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Melody

- People know all about Domino and Solaria, the two oldest planets in existence, but quietly Melody is actually also one of the oldest civilisations in the magical dimension.

- Which is an interesting fact, considering that Melody was a colony planet, filled with exiles from a culture that didn’t value arts and entertainment. With time a new culture boomed on Melody based on harmony and the joy of creation, but the mystery of the people’s origin is still not cleared. There are no nearby planets with remnants of an extinct civilisation, so their ancestors must have travelled from far away, but even then the Melody genetic code is very different to that of most planets that are known colonisers.

- There is a rumour going around the dimension though that people find fun to believe, which is that the original colonisers were people from Zenith and they pushed all their fun people off, which lead to Zenith and Melody developing as they did: one of boring logicals and one of fun art creators.

- Melody (the planet) houses six distinct countries. The synonymous Melody, Ohm, Oppositus, Tengalu, Napir and the tiny Weilan. Melody is the largest and so produces the most immigrants to other parts of the universe, which is why its culture is most well known. Other countries like Ohm and Weilan are popular tourist spots, but on the other hand Tengalu and Oppositus are more closed off and need special visas to grant travellers entry.

- Each country has its own government systems and dominant religions that they once fought bitter wars over. One thing that anthropologists consider proof of the ancient root of Melody is that the oldest of religions in the Magic Universe, Tao qi, is still present and practised there, showing that Melodians have well kept cultural memory and their history is untarnished by cultural erasure. They directly worship the Flow of the Universe itself and use the philosophy of balanced energies and their flow in many areas of life, from interior design to healing. The difference between Tao qi and magic sciences is that Melodians believe that the Flow touches all living beings, and regardless of whether they are magic users or not the qi resides in al of them. Their religious celebrations are dependent on energy equinoxes of the Universe and are sparse compared to other belief systems. The few they do celebrate are not just shared with immediate family, but with the larger community as well.

- There are six events a year Tao qi believers observe. Each of them is associated with different aspects of life such as health, internal balance, family, intentional actions, unintentional actions (letting go of the sense of control) and frugality for the sake of others. Only the equinox that favours the bonds between families is celebrated in private, the others are commemorated with festivities and shared meditation.

- Melody may be full of life, but looking at the climate it becomes very apparent that it wasn’t a very desirable place to live at first and was a colonial dump. The weather is extremely arid, the rocky terrain making it hard to build and grow foodstuff on. Any and all agricultural activity is maintained by the yearly two monsoon seasons that magic users conjure. The situation is slightly less sever in Tengalu that has remnants of a tropical forest, but even there the terrain is marred by dried out riverbeds.

- For this reason Melody highly covets magic users with powers linked to weather, climate and water. If your child presents with magic like this? Melody officials knocking down your door and promising your kid scholarships galore. Off planet people? Come to Melody, sign our fifteen year commitment contract and live here for free. They are very serious about this, as a lack of weather controlling magicals means an immediate wave of famine for the planet.

- Melody cuisine is known to be something of a proto-carnivorous thing, and famous for having perfected the art of cooking the same thing a hundred different ways. Due to the restrictions in what they can grow, they have focused on finding a way to prepare almost all animals that are found on planet, including amphibians and insects, as a food source. Gastroexploration continues to this day as new methods are found how to turn previously poisonous and indigestible sources into food . Melody doesn’t really grow fruit, but they have a selection of wheats, rice, quinoa, and plenty of spices to prepare the high variety of dishes that they are known for. Is it really a Melodian dish if the meat hasn’t been broiled, cooked and smoked before you steam it in a wheat bun? It both preserves food for the long and hot workday and travels and adds some flair and creativity to an otherwise drab diet.

- Melody popcorn is fried and spiced bugs. In texture they are exactly like fried corn, so Musa has gotten away far too many times with pranking her friends with them.

- The royal family isn’t rich, as opposed to other planet’s customs. On Melody it is tradition for them to have the same, or less than the average of their people. Should resources be scarce it is paramount to them to prioritise the many over their few. This custom is to blame for Princess Galatea’s frailness, who was born on a summer of spoiled harvest that left her an her mother undernourished. She is technically an insufficient conduit for magic, which she didn’t know when her powers manifested and her wings have stuck around ever since then. She looks more thin than she is unhealthy, thanks to the constant flow of magic through her that the wings facilitate.

- The huge seat of power at the centre of the capital is therefore not a palace, but the seat of the government. The Emperor of Melody is required to surround himself with ten voices of his most trusted, hundred voices of his enemies, and a thousand voices of his people- or so the culture dictates. In current days this translates to stratified councils with heavy community involvement from common folk as well as an elected high government closest to the Emperor who is an unelected constitutional monarch. Each of these councils feature magic beings other than humans, but mainly elves who are the largest non-human minority on the planet.

- Human and non-human society on Melody is very integrated, allowing free intermixing between them, which used to spark controversies way back before the sociopolitical regulations that promise non-humans equal rights were born. Now the second largest minority of the country is actually human-elf mixed people, that Musa too belongs to, who carry traits of both folk to varying degrees. Matlin was full elf and Ho boe is human giving Musa her characteristic pointed ears and sturdy bones while still being able to use magic as a human magic user. As elves age slightly slower reaching median life expectancies of 120-130 years as opposed to human 90, Musa is expected to have a slightly extended life span between the two values.

- Melody joined the Company of Light as an alliance of the size was able to promise them a steady stream of magic users for their climate control and is in general a good fall back plan in case of emergencies. The other countries of the planet followed suit with the exception of Ohm.

Extra:

- A little bit about Tengalu, Riven’s home.

- Tengalu is dwarfed in size by Melody and Ohm, its neighbours, but holds political power and interest due to its strategical position at the delta of the most powerful river of the planet. The region had been fought over along the centuries with empires rising and falling on the same mountains and gorges over and over again. The cultures of Ohm, Oppositus and Melody shaped Tengaluki as they were forced to change religions and ideologies depending on which empire’s master was holding the reigns at the given time, their last own city state having fallen two thousand years ago. Tengaluki have only known relative peace since the Secular Revolution.

- The Secular Revolution “liberated” Tengalu of the oppressive forces of Oppositus and their rigid religious systems that enforced class separation and the idea that people of higher standing were born into their seats of power based on divine right, preventing any upward social mobility. People were stripped of their wealth and a level ground of equal opportunities was created. However change this big is impossible to enforce without crushing force and the military that chased the oppressors away has retained iron-fisted leadership over the country enforcing its ideals for over fifty years. The even playing ground soon morphed into a land barren of opportunities and liberal expression. Religious communities are though not persecuted anymore, but oppressed all the same and upwards social mobility seems as impossible as it did before the Revolution when all of them were equal, yet some more equal than others.

- Riven left his home country the only way that was ever imaginable: on a military scholarship. He pledged five years of service, servable any time before he turns 40, for the chance to study at a school abroad. His original intention was to return to Tengalu and work some change from the inside, but as graduation encroaches, he finds himself searching for any excuse to extend his visa.

#winx club #winx melody #melody #worldbuilding #butterfly fic #extra section on tengalu where riven is from #I didn't have enough info about tengalu to warrant an extra post and since its on the same planet I added it here

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