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theplottdump · 4 months ago

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( 🎵 ) What? The Watcher's a slag for a musical montage! 🤠🏇

Diego: Yer ridin's good, but you're still too stiff for western, ya gotta loosen' up a little. Kate: I wasn't aware I asked for a critique! Diego: And you're clampin' down on the lead too close- try givin' her the space to show you what she can do.

Kate: Are you planning on being this insufferable the entire time? Diego: I'm just tryin' to help. Kate: I don't need a teacher. Diego: Just a wee lesson in humility. Kate: Oh he's feeling threatened!

Kate: I will have you know that I won first place in Brindleton Bay's Junior Showjumping Category Five years in a row.

Diego: /𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴/ Well then that is something.

I apologize your Majesty, I hadn't realized I was in the presence of junior showjumping royalty.

Diego: Mummy and Daddy must have shelled out a few pretty Simoleans for a winning streak like that. Kate: You're insinuating that I bought my wins. Diego: Nah, I'm tellin ya straight up. A rider's only half as good as their horse. That's just facts.

Kate: I resent that. Diego: Well then why don't you do what ya told your little friend and 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩. Kate: On that jump? My 86 year old grandpa can jump higher then that. Diego: Well if it's that easy-

Diego: - 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚.

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lnfours · 1 year ago

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sideline (one) | t.h

summary -> tom holland: the name thats always floating around campus, and for good reason. he’s the captain of the hockey team, he’s good looking, and he’s always caught up in an off and on again relationship with the president of the sorority. that’s where you come in. you two had made a deal to make your exes jealous, but we all know how fake relationships end.

wc -> an introductory 3.1k :)

warnings -> mentions of being cheated on, drinking, and language.

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summer had gone by in a blink of an eye, and before you knew it, it was fall. the start of junior year, the second to last year of your college education. the year where almost everyone starts to realize ‘oh, this shit is real’ and really whip themselves into shape.

you had gotten back to your off campus house before your two other roommates. you had met the two other girls you now call best friends during your freshman year. there was sarah, who was your roommate your first year, and mia, who was your neighbor in the dorms.

you enjoyed being the first one to the house. you could move in your stuff peacefully without having the other girl’s stuff in the way. plus, you could play music as loud as you wanted to. that is, with the exception of the open window and the other students looking up towards your room whenever they walked by.

and of course, just like it was last year, once the others girls arrived: chaos ensued.

“oh my god, the hockey team is throwing a party tonight,” mia practically yelled from the kitchen, “we have to go!”

mia was the wild child, the party animal out of the three of you. sarah was a lot more like you, someone who would rather stay at home and watch a good movie than go out to a party. however, over the past couple semesters, mia has gotten you more out of your shell.

which she may or may not take a little for granted on some occasions.

you shook your head, “hell no.”

“why not?” she frowned. you rolled your eyes.

“because if the hockey team is throwing a party then you know, about 99.9% of the time, taylor and her posse are gonna be there.”

taylor harrison, the president of the sorority and the literal definition of daddy’s money. she's the type of girl who gets what she wants when she wants it, and if she doesn't then all hell brakes loose.

it didn't help that she was the girl every guy had their eye on. the girl, that for some reason, every girl wanted to be approved by her and be her friend. you couldn't understand why someone would want to get sucked into her toxic, little circle.

“besides,” you shrugged, “jack and i have plans.”

the two other girls sent you playful looks, “plans?”

“oh, shut up.”

jack had been your boyfriend since the beginning of last year. the two of you were in the same class, he sat next to you and the rest is history. it was cliche and something that happens to everyone, but you could tell that it was different with him.

“well then,” mia sighed, looking over at sarah, “i guess you’re forced into going to the party this time.”

sarah groaned, “seriously? there’s a new episode of drag race i need to watch.”

mia gave her a look, “i’ll buy you coffee for a week.”

sarah rolled her eyes before looking back over at you, watching as you slowly backed away from the conversation, “you owe me.”

you laughed, hand on the knob to the front door, “sorry! gotta go!”

you quickly left the house before you were convinced to skip out on jack and go to the party too. you made your way towards the campus apartment buildings, giving small smiles to a couple of the familiar faces that passed you. you had made your way through the group of people in the quad, going inside the building and heading for the stairs.

you reached his apartment door and knocked, but there was no answer. you waited a couple seconds as you heard shuffling from the other side of the door.

you knocked again, “jack?”

with no answer yet again, you reached for the door knob and turned it slowly, but you wish you hadn’t. you watched as a red headed girl held her shirt up, covering her chest and as jack froze in place in front of the door, shirtless with hickeys littering his collarbone.

you didn't know what to say, or how to react as the girl turned around and put her shirt on.

“y/n, baby, this isn’t what it looks like-“

you cut him off with a hard slap across his face. the red headed girl gasped quietly. you sent her a look.

“don’t you have somewhere to be?”

she gathered her things quickly before talking to jack before she pushed past you, “i’ll call you?”

he didn’t answer her, just stood there looking at you. you watched her leave as she quickly made her way towards the staircase at the end of the hall, disappearing behind other people.

“how could you?” you asked, your voice breaking as tears threatened to spill over your eyes.

“i’m sorry-“

“don't,” you mumbled, “we’re done.”

he watched as you turned away from him, walking towards the stairs. you ignored his calls to come back as tears spilled out of your eyes and onto the tile of the hallway.

you took out your phone, sending a text to the groupchat with mia and sarah.

y/n change of plans, not going to jacks. you guys at the party yet?

sarah unfortunately what happened with jack?

y/n ill explain when i get there

mia YAY Y/NS COMING TO THE PARTY!!!

you locked your phone, shoving it into the back pocket of your jeans as you made your way towards the house party. most of the guys on the hockey team had done the same thing as you and your friends, they had decided to share a house off campus. it was the hotspot for all the parties and they were known to throw the best of them.

you walked up the path, people sitting outside with drinks in their hands as music boomed from inside the house. you made your way through the door, looking for sarah and mia, but they were nowhere to be found.

you sighed, making your way to the kitchen instead. you went through the different alcohols and mixed up some kind of concoction into your cup, gulping it down before reaching for another alcohol. you poured a heavy amount, someone walking into the kitchen and coming up next to you, grabbing a can of soda.

“damn, rough day?”

you instantly knew that accent. tom holland. the captain of the hockey team, the hottest guy on campus.

and taylor harrington’s boyfriend. or ex boyfriend. it really depended on how she felt that day.

“you could say that.”

he watched as you mixed the vodka with a can of soda. you didn’t tense at his gaze, didn’t immediately want to keep his interest. but something about you made his eyes linger a little longer than he would’ve done with anyone else.

“you alright?” he asked, still watching as you sipped the drink from your cup. you made eye contact this time, nodding as you swallowed.

“not really, but it’s not like you necessarily care, right?”

you didn’t mean to sound like an ass, but you really didn’t want to deal with taylor’s bitching if she saw you talking to tom. you were pretty sure that if she were to say something to you right now, you’d rip the overpriced extensions out of her bleach blonde head.

“i mean if you’re upset about something, i think it’s best if you talk about it. especially ‘cause it looks like you’ve been crying.”

why's he so nice?

“and what? talk to you about my problems? no thanks.”

he shrugged, leaning against the counter, “can’t say i didn’t try.”

you took another sip before looking back at him. you didn’t mean for your eyes to linger around his jawline, but god he was hot. any girl, or guy, would say the same thing. he was easy on the eyes, extremely good at his sport and he got near perfect grades. he literally checked all the boxes.

that’s when you noticed something was missing, “where’s your barbie girlfriend and her minions?”

he laughed, “not a clue, could care less to be honest with you.”

you raised an eyebrow, “what? did she break up with you for the 30th time today because you didn’t get her a chanel bag?”

he smiled, “nah, i broke up with her. caught her sleeping with this other guy.”

your eyes widened, mentally cursing yourself for being such a dick, “oh, uhm- i’m sorry.”

“no, it’s okay-“

“it’s not, because i know what it feels like,” you said, your eyes meeting his brown ones, “it sucks.”

“how long ago, if you don’t mind me asking?”

you looked down at your phone, glancing at the time, “about forty-five minutes ago.”

his eyes widened softly, “shit, i’m sorry.”

you shrugged, “what can you do, right?”

he nodded, “suppose you’re right.”

it was quiet for a couple seconds before he spoke up again, “is there a part of you that kinda wants them to be jealous? like see you with someone else and be like ‘damn, i shouldn’t have fucked that up’? or is it just me?”

you thought about it for a second. thought about the look on jack’s face if he were to see you with someone else, if he would even react. you thought about rubbing it into his face that you found someone better, someone who would never betray your trust.

“yeah,” you nodded, “now that you mention it.”

your conversion was interrupted when mia and sarah made their way into the kitchen, “y/n! there you are!”

you smiled at sarah, clearly seeing a very drunk mia.

“hey,” sarah said, “so what happened with jack?”

“it’s a long story, i’ll explain later,” you said, grabbing the bottle of tequila out of mia’s hands, “let’s put that down, yeah?”

“but ‘m not even drunk!” you were surprised you were able to make out the sentence from how slurred her words were.

you chuckled, “trust me, you are,” you looked over at sarah, “we should head back to the house.”

she nodded back at you, agreeing. tom spoke up once again, “hey, i could give you guys a ride back to your house.”

you waved him off, smiling politely, “no, it’s okay. it’s not that far of a walk.”

“no, no, i insist,” he said, fishing his keys out of his pocket, “just tell me how to get there.”

you looked at him, “you’re sober?”

“yeah,” he said, “i don’t really drink.”

you nodded to him, knowing he wouldn’t take no for an answer. you let sarah and mia walk in front of you, tom on your left. he walked up to a group of guys that you assumed to be his house and teammates.

“hey, i’ll be back in a little.”

“sounds good, man.”

he nodded towards the door, placing his hand on the small of your back to lead you through the crowd. as you pushed through with tom following behind, you noticed the looks that got thrown your way.

of course everyone’s eyes were on you, you were walking with tom holland, who had his hand on your back. of course it looked a little bit conspicuous to anyone who was watching.

once you were outside, he unlocked the audi that was sitting in the driveway, mia and sarah filing into the backseat as you climbed into the passenger side.

“so, where to, ladies?”

“we’re on lincoln, in one of the off campus houses.” sarah said, letting mia lean her head on her shoulder.

he nodded, putting the car in reverse. the music softly playing from the speakers as you found yourself staring out the window, losing yourself in thought as tom made small conversation with sarah in the back.

“hey,” his voice directed towards you as it pulled you out of your train of thought, “you alright?”

you looked over at him, sending him a tight lipped smile and a nod, “yeah.”

“you sure?” he looked back over at you before looking at the road in front of him, “you’re not a very good liar.”

you sighed, “just thinking about what you mentioned earlier, you know the whole ‘making my shitty ex jealous’ thing.”

he nodded, “yeah, it’s just the coming up with something that would bother them that’s the hard part.”

you nodded in agreement, looking back out the window. you started thinking of ways that you could make it look like you were doing so much better than jack, something that would instantly make him regret cheating on you.

that’s when it hit you.

“a fake relationship!” you said, tom’s attention turning back to you.

his eyebrows were furrowed, “what?”

“you know, get into a fake relationship with someone. you go out and pretend that the two of you are dating, the other person would obviously know it’s fake, and the both of you could benefit from the ‘relationship’. the best thing about it is that no one else would know you're not together, only the two of you.”

he nodded, “doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

“of course it doesn’t, because i came up with it,” you smirked, “and i’m the mastermind.”

he let out a chuckle as you pointed to your house, telling him he could just pull up in front of it. he did as you had asked, pulling in front of the house and unlocking the doors so the three of you could get out.

“thanks for the ride, tom!” sarah smiled, helping mia out of the car as she led her towards the house.

“anytime.”

you watched your roommates from where you were standing by the open car door. once you saw they were inside, you looked back at him.

“thanks for letting me vent,” you smiled, “and for the ride, too,” you tucked a piece of hair behind your hair as the wind softly blew it in front of your face, "you know, she really ruined your reputation."

he smiled from the drivers side, “i’ve heard that more than you think.”

you smiled back, “thanks again.”

“always.”

you closed the door to the car softly, making your way to the front door. you had noticed he stayed in the car, making sure you made it to the door okay. you sent him a small wave as you closed the door, locking it and turning off the outside light.

you leaned up against the wooden frame, looking back at your grinning roommates, “what?”

“tom freaking holland just drove us home because of you!” mia said, “how did that even happen?!”

you rolled your eyes, “nothing happened. nothings happening, okay? we’re just in the same situation.”

“oh, yeah,” sarah said as you made your way into the kitchen, “what happened with jack?”

you took a deep breath as you grabbed a water bottle, the two girls anxiously waiting for you to tell them why you were so upset.

“i uh, i went over to his apartment and he was fucking another girl,” you said, both of their mouths dropping open, “and i broke up with him.”

“i’m so sorry,” mia said, “he didn’t deserve you.”

“what a dick!” sarah rolled her eyes, both of the girls walking over and wrapping you in a group hug, “we love you.”

you smiled, “i love you guys.”

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“what, so are they broken up or are they dating still?” you asked, watching whatever reality show sarah had put on the living room tv. she shrugged her shoulders.

“not really sure.”

“if i was her, i’d break up with him.” mia said from her side of the couch. sarah nodded her head, pointing at her as a silent way of saying she made a point.

there was a knock on the door, pulling all of you away from the show. you got up from your seat, putting your drink down, “i got it.”

you walked over to the front door, unlocking it as you peeked open the door. you opened it the rest of the way as you smiled at the brunette boy in front of you.

“stalker much?” you joked and he let out a soft laugh.

“hello to you, too,” he joked back at you, “do you have a minute? i uh... have to talk to you about something.”

you nodded, letting him inside the house. sarah and mia watched from the living room, eyebrows raised as you shut the door.

“hey, tom!”

he smiled back at the girls in the living room, sending them a small wave as they sent you a look. you waved your hand in front of your neck, telling them to cut it out.

“we’re going upstairs.” you grabbed tom’s arm, pulling him away from the looks your friends were sending. he followed you up the wooden steps and into your room. he looked around at your room as you closed the door.

you sat cris-cross on the bed, waving towards the desk chair and the bed, “you can sit wherever.”

he nodded, opting for the desk chair, “thanks.”

you sent him a soft smile, “so, what’s up?”

“so, i’ve been thinking about what you said in the car last night, the whole ‘fake dating’ thing,” he started, taking a pause to make sure you understood what he was talking about. when you nodded, he continued, “what if we 'fake-dated' each other? i mean, i know it’s kind of crazy beings we barely know each other, but you said it’s better to choose someone who knows it’s fake and someone who could also benefit from it. plus, you said you wanted to make your ex jealous too. you check all of the boxes.”

you raised an eyebrow, “i… i uh-“

“i know, i'm sorry to just kind of throw it all onto you at once, but i’ve been thinking about it since last night. i mean, you are the mastermind, right?” he smirked and you rolled your eyes playfully.

at the end of the day, how bad could it be?

“what if i say no?”

he was silent for a second, “i didn’t really think you’d be opposed.”

you let out a sigh, why am i doing this?

“okay, fine, you have a deal,” you extended your hand out for him to shake, when he reached for it, you pulled your hand back. he shot you a confused look.

“however, we’re doing it by my rules.”

he shook your hand, “deal.”

you pointed to the notepad and the pen on your desk, “can you hand me that, please?”

he nodded, grabbing the paper and pen off the desk. you turned to a blank page, writing at the top of the page.

fake dating rules:

“okay, number one,” you said, tapping the pen against the notebook as you thought about the first rule. when it came to your mind, you immediately started writing it down, “no strings attached. this is simply just to get back at our shitty exes.”

he nodded, “oh, you have to come to my games and the hockey team parties. gotta make it look like you’re an actual supportive girlfriend.”

"the games i'm alright with, but the parties?" you scrunched your face up. he gave you a look, but softened when he came to an agreement.

"okay, not all of them, but most of them."

you rolled your eyes, "fine."

you wrote down what he said as rule number two, “anything else?”

“one ‘date’ per week. we get to know more about each other so it doesn’t seem suspicious to anyone we talk to about our ‘relationship’.”

you wrote it down, adding the last rule in all capital letters and underlined it, “no one knows it’s a fake relationship. absolutely no one.”

he nodded in agreement, watching as you made makeshift signature lines. you passed him the notebook as he let out a soft laugh, taking the pen from your grip. he signed on his line, your signature going next to his.

“so it’s settled, girlfriend.” you smiled, “it’s settled, boyfriend.”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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twistedroseytoesy · 2 years ago

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Hi! It's 🎵anon! Could I request Octavinelle with an s/o who uses music to influence emotions?

🎵 anon! It’s nice to see you again! And of course I can!!

this got so soft. Tooth-rotting fluff ahead!

Description

Some sort of magic was imbued into your voice as you came to NRC. you didn't discover this ability until later when the ghosts were calmed one rather loud night. With grims help and the insistence of Ace, you discovered many different songs could bring out different emotions. with rock bringing rage, excitement, and energy. to lullabies putting people to sleep immediately. Pop brings out a joyful childishness, and country music makes everyone have an accent for a bit. It might not be the best of magical abilities, but it has definitely come in handy when dealing with the emotionally constipated mess of the NRC school of troublemakers.

Octavinelle

Azul: It was complicated at first, and the events of book 3 go very similarly to the little mermaid, he steals your voice and the amazing power it contains that has never been seen or heard of before, he HAD to have it, you understand right? After the overblot incident, he wanted to hear you sing but was ashamed of how selfish he was for stealing it from you. Over time you two become friends and start to date, your songs pulling him like a siren's call to the deep. This man is putty in your hands and would die for you if you asked. At the end of the day, you two harmonize together, singing gentle and calming songs to wind down from the day's usual chaos and antics. When he hears your voice he leaves his work immediately. begged Asked you to sing for the lounge on weekends, it would bring in revenue and help build up your confidence! and he would be able to hear your voice that much more he loves it so much please. Happily basks in whatever music you sing, and shares what he feels for you. Your songs pulled him out of his shell that much more and he loves you so much for it.

His favorite songs to hear from you are love songs, inspirational music, and hymns.

Jade: Oya~ was the first to discover your unique ability when he was foraging for mushrooms near ramshackle, you were singing pop music from home and Jade could feel a sort of unnatural giddiness in his heart as he listened. Got some information from the first years about it. He cornered asked you if you would be alright with experimenting on your unique ability with him. At first, it was all business and curiosity about your ability, but as the weeks went by he found himself growing fond of your vocal abilities and how excited you were that you had some form of music. You bring out deeper emotions that Jade is not used to (I headcanon that jade is a sociopath, who doesn't feel emotions much). He starts to do smaller sessions with you and even joins in on your singing, even confessing his love for you through a song you introduced to him. You sing songs of nature and joy as you both hunt and forage in the mountain lovers club. He has hearts in his eyes as you sing and examine a mushroom, took a photo, and has it saved as his wallpaper. supported the idea of you singing in the lounge, he would happily accompany you on the stage if you're shy about it. Come now darling~ won't you sing for him?

Jade's favorite types of songs to hear from you are little jingles (they make him chuckle), love songs, any nature-themed songs, and smooth jazz.

Floyd: Calles you "humpback whale" they are known most often as the singing whale species. He finds it fitting for your nice voice and how it reaches and affects things and people around you. He LOVES to hear you sing and usually tries to sing along with you if he knows the song. Happily listens to you if it's a softer song. Recorded you singing a lullaby from the coral sea, he can't fall asleep without hearing it now. Loves to give you song ideas and will hype you to sing if you're shy about your abilities. He even starts to work on bettering his singing to see if he can have any effect on you like you do so much with him. If anyone dares to say anything negative against your voice you'll never see them again, or at least you won't see them out of a wheelchair. Happily pushes the idea of you singing in the lounge along with jade and Azul, just so he can hear you sing as he works.

His favorite songs you sing are pop, rock, and children's songs.

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amour-anguis · 11 months ago

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I Miss You, I'm Sorry, please!!!

heheheh hi bestie 🤭

SOOOOO this one is a Jegulus text fic where Regulus is an anonymous musician on the internet. Black brothers angst, sad boy music reggie, and james getting him out of his shell… but unfortunately that has consequences ;)

here’s the playlist so far! 🎵

#ask amour #ask game #jegulus #wip tag #band au #marauders #james potter #regulus black

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sasukimimochi · 2 years ago

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🏴‍☠️🎶🌕 - tiny-fox-queen (pirate flag, music notes, full moon)

Travelerji/Merxian AU See the first three prompts here.

Warnings: implied violence, implied kidnapping, injury/blood mention.

Full Moon Shanty

Wei Wuxian felt too heavy, it was hard to even lift his head.

“So you refuse to cry, huh? Don't you want to show your true self?” The pirate donned in golds and dark browns lifted the merman’s chin; the urge to rip his head away and bite the fucker’s hand was an immediate response but the merman was so tired after being treated so roughly that he just leveled him with a glare instead.

Refusing to say anything to the detestable pirate, he turned his head away with as much force as he could muster. The pirate tsked and let him, standing up and brushing his hands off as if having touched something quite disgusting. “Alright. Think about it a bit longer then.” He adjusted his hat and left him there in the brig, bruised and bleeding.

He heard the pirate crew cheer once more and break out into a sea shanty soon after, deceivingly joyous. Wei Wuxian had once enjoyed the far-off sound of a sea shanty; now he wasn’t sure he’d ever see it the same way again.

🎵 Here's a health to the dear lass, that I love so well,

For her style and her beauty, sure none can excel,

There's a smile on her countenance, as she sits on my knee,

There's no man in this wide world, as happy as me 🎵

He lifted his head, staring at the nearest crack in the boards to the sky. Seeing the moon shine so brightly into the darkness of the brig, he felt a renewed desire to move- to escape.

🎵 Here's a health to the company, and one to my lass

Let us drink and be merry, all out of one glass

Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain

For we may or might never, all meet here again 🎵

The merman took a deep breath and grimaced as his arms changed, shifting into ethereal, shimmering blues and slipping through the chains that had once held him up against the wall and nearly falling to the floor once he had. He winced and rubbed his wrists, panting quietly as he listened to the sailors cheer and sing, eventually getting up to check the brig and see if there was some way he could get out.

🎵 Our ship lies at anchor, she's ready to dock

I wish her safe landing, without any shock 🎵

Finding a small crack in the hull, he glanced back and around one more time to make sure no one was there before his body shifted, spilling like water through the cracks and back into the sea.

🎵 If ever I should meet you, by land or by sea

I will always remember, your kindness to me 🎵

He swam and swam and swam, the sound of their voices disappearing past the waves of water. All he could think about was to return to his traveler’s shadows. to rest.

Here's a health to the company, and one to my lass

Let us drink and be merry, all out of one glass

Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain

For we may or might never,

all meet here again 🎵

Lan Wangji lifted his head and shielded his eyes from the sun, staring out over the glistening waters with a frown.

He hadn’t been finding nearly as much lately. Usually, he found shells, stones, pearls, and all sorts of fantastic things. He always hoped it was his faceless savior, and…well, now he was hoping it wasn’t.

He folded his arms over his knees and watched the sea foam over the shore, worry heavy in his chest.

Check out other MDZS Projects on my masterpost! ❤

Merji/Travelerji WIP Wangxian Prompt 1 WIP Merxian sketch / Merxian 1 (nudity & wips included) Merxian 2 (sfw) Merxian 3 (B&W) Wangxian Prompt 1 cont. sketch

I created these two mermay au's for mermay prompts i'm writing. (check back to the prompt list for updates)

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samatheia229 · 11 months ago

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Woozi and SVT: The God of Music and His Twelve Muses

First off, I know I'm super late to the party, but I've come out of my exam-induced shell to congratulate Seventeen on winning the Grand Daesang! CONGRATS GUYS! It's been a long time coming.

As a Woozi bias, my favourite genre is Seventeen taking every opportunity to appreciate Woozi's work. They'll always be his first and biggest fans. He creates songs for them and they in turn act as heralders, spreading his music throughout the universe loudly and proudly. Woozi is SVT's god of music and SVT are his muses, and I will die on this hill.

So anyway, recent Woozi appreciation moments.

Credit: Carrot gyuu Youtube

Mingyu thanks Bumzu and Woozi in his speech. The other members push Woozi towards the mic stand, and Mingyu hands the precious daesang over with a joyous grin.

🎵

Hoshi and Wonwoo gesturing towards Woozi as they sing about whether a god of music exists, implying that he is the God of Music, and Woozi acknowledging their acknowledgement. (About time, king!)

🎵

Twitter credit: @woozimedia

Leader S.Coups speaking the truth, as he should.

#am I looking too deep into it #probably #svt loves woozi so much it's not even funny #daily reminder that no one loves svt more than svt #svt woozi #seventeen

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greeneyezblackheart · 1 year ago

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I have Daft Punk’s Random Access Memories album on vinyl and I must say, I really love that record.

#not that anyone cares #just wanted to share #shells rambles 💬#daft punk #random access memories #shells music 🎵

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insaneloligoth · 3 months ago

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Finally time to continue this!

Starsong ⭐ 🎵

Age: Around 17-18

Grade: 12

Appearance:

Light purple skin (like Twilight’s)

Cerulean blue eyes with light teal flecks

Mid-length bubblegum pink hair with some lilac, a hot pink star barrette with a white border and two smaller white stars below it (resembling her Cutie Mark)

A white shoulder-less T-shirt with a hot pink star pattern, a light magenta hoodie with white star buttons, and a hot pink belt

Dark teal pleated skirt with light pink and white stars along the hem (the skirt was bought from Rarity’s boutique)

Bright purple knee-length boots decorated with stars, light pink and white-striped laces, and sky blue socks with light pink lace tops

Her outfit has a very noticeable star motif. Her name is Starsong, after all.

Personality:

A talented performer from another city. She is a transfer from Crystal Prep, similar to Twilight, as well as one of its “popular girls”. Many students at Crystal Prep Academy envy her for her talent and confidence. Although, she’s not like that all the time.

Off stage, she’s very shy and gets nervous when around people she’s unfamiliar with. The one she gets along best with is Kimono, Starsong’s fellow introvert. They study together, and Kimono helps her write songs (when she’s not busy). Her most recent song is “Brand New Friends”. She doesn’t like to sing in public, and only sings in her house. Only her family and close friends have ever heard her sing. Eventually, she befriends Sweetie Belle, who helps her come out of her shell.

On stage, she’s very charismatic and confident, often sneaking in a star/space-related pun here and there (an example being “super-stellar!” her catchphrase, “star-dience”, etc). She’s also rivals with the Dazzlings (if they return) and the great and powerful Trixie!!

Relationships:

Minty: Underclassman by one year.

Scootaloo: Underclassman by one year.

Kimono: Classmates. 49% of the songs Starsong sings are written by Kimono (or with her help).

Toola Roola: Underclassman by one year.

Sweetie Belle: Underclassman by one year. She’s very good friends with her thanks to their shared love for singing.

Apple Bloom: Underclassman by one year.

Other Info:

Like Kimono, her favorite colors are purples. She likes lavender the best.

Her love of music comes from her parents being famous performers/songwriters. She is currently studying to be a famous performer after finishing school. She’s also written songs for a few dances and plays at the elementary school.

Aside from singing, she’s rather talented at piano and flute.

Starlight Glimmer is her producer.

She represents the Neo-Element of Music.

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disco-elysium-via-polls · 4 months ago

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🎵 Hope in Work and Joy in Leisure

"Those words: 'the future teaches you…'"

I missed this option earlier and lost my chance to go back for it. Thankfully I can still present you the text.

THE DESERTER - "*Real music, real proletkult*." He nods. "That's La Revacholière, not your rock-and-roll misanthropy. *Chanson de soldat* of the black-and-whites."

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Challenging: Success] - Marching song...

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - Forget about that for a moment. You need to address that remark first.

"I'm not a misanthrope, I'm a half-dead police officer who's just doing his job."

"I know La Revacholière. It's the marching song of the World Revolution."

"Understood."

THE DESERTER - "The job of a shit-licker."

"I know La Revacholière. It's the marching song of the World Revolution."

THE DESERTER - "There you go." His eyes remain fixed on the sky as he sighs and adds: "One of three."

"In Graad they sang 'Brave Children, Favourites of History' and in Hsin-Yao it was…" He struggles to remember, then gives up. "…some Samaran shit, I guess."

"La Revacholière... I've heard that name, somewhere else. In a dream."

"How does it go -- the song?"

"Thank you for clearing that up." (Conclude.)

THE DESERTER - "Everyone has. They named a fucking perfume after it."

"No, that's not it. I've talked to her."

"Yes. Must've been that."

THE DESERTER - "Talked to *her*?" He raises his bushy brow and looks down from the sky -- straight into your bloodshot eye.

"Yes. I get these… cold spells."

"Yes. In the church." (Point southwest.)

"Nothing. We have serious things to talk about."

THE DESERTER - "It's the *drugs* you're all on. Druggies, winos, and whores..." He closes his eyes in disgust.

DRAMA [Challenging: Success] - There was something there -- when he said *talked to her*? He was curious...

SHIVERS [Medium: Success] - All around you, the air slowly circulates the islet, carrying little swallows and black-beaked seagulls in its slow drift. They all -- every one of them, every bird, mammal, and crustacean...

What?

Rub your sides.

SHIVERS - Keep their distance.

"When I said I've talked to *her* -- you were curious."

No, he was just confused. Let it go…

THE DESERTER - "I've seen kids lose their minds and start *talking* to the city. Asking it to *protect* them, when the shelling gets bad. Calling it La Revacholière..."

+5 XP

"Cities can't talk. It's bourgeois idealism… I don't wanna talk about this shit anymore."

2. "How does it go -- the song?"

THE DESERTER - "How did it go..." He looks at his gun in your hand and shakes his head slowly.

"Something about shooting *rabbits*, I don't know… I can't remember. It doesn't matter. It's gone now."

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - He waves erratically -- with his hand, annoyed that he can't remember. A little tremor passes through him.

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - It was dear to him. He resents forgetting it.

Here's where we actually are: talking about the murder.

"When did you first see the deceased?"

"What, specifically, did you not *like* about what you saw the night of the murder?"

"Been looking at anything else you haven't *liked*?"

"Who are you?"

"What have you been using this gun for?"

[Composure - Legendary 14] Assess his body language.

"Iosef Lilianovich Dros, you're under arrest for the murder of the Krenel colonel here in Martinaise."

"That's it for now, old man. Stay put." [Leave.]

THE DESERTER - "Three weeks ago, when the rich hag came in on her galley. Her honour guard came in tow."

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - Joyce... he means Joyce.

"Rich hag?"

"By that you mean Joyce Messier, the Wild Pines rep?"

"Let's talk about something else for now."

THE DESERTER - "Wrinkled up whore," he nods.

"Whore. Good strong word. I use it often myself."

"What is it with these *whores* and *pederasts*… aren't you a communist?"

"Khm..." (Cough.) "Moving on -- the victim arrives some time after her..."

THE DESERTER - "Lax sexual morals are a bourgeois ploy," he gargles a spit ball. "As to pederasty, the Party legalized it in '04. My Party, not your liberal masters." He spits it out on the dying coals.

"So don't you sermonize me, you racist shithole." He adds. "It's still bourgeois when the bourgeois does it. Fiddling with their sexual organs..."

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Medium: Success] - Some strange glandular process takes place in him at the thought. Like yeast rising...

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - An anger too, in addition to loneliness.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Khm," the lieutenant coughs.

"Khm..." (Cough.) "Moving on -- the victim arrives some time after her..."

THE DESERTER - "They moved into a deserted apartment above the roundabout." He nods toward the city. "Radio equipment out for all to see -- reactionary radio playing. Sloppy and drunk."

"I've seen their kind during the Landing. Those Occidental and Mesque falangues weren't conscripts -- boys, like us. They were wights. All they know is to destroy and hurt."

"Wights?"

"Got it."

THE DESERTER - "Barely alive. They like to kill while they're on their drugs. After the landing, in the burning years I would take shots at them, *end* them. The worst ones. If I had a bullet to spare."

"I could see they've returned now. To show their real face -- the face they don't dare show their bourgeois voters back on Mundi, with their families and polyester clothes..."

2. "What, specifically, did you not *like* about what you saw the night of the murder?"

THE DESERTER - "Them fucking..." He looks at the charred wood. "I didn't like that."

"So you were jealous?"

"Okay then."

THE DESERTER - "Jealousy is a reactionary concept. I didn't *like* the reaver enjoying himself -- drugged out, soothed in the arms of a young woman. I wanted him to die so he could not enjoy life anymore."

"And I wanted her to see his head explode," he nods. "That too. She should know better than to hold a child murderer between her thighs. I knew he'd be there for one more second, *writhing*..."

"That's all it takes for the bullet to reach his head." He squints. "Now that I think of it, I wasn't aiming for his mouth. I wanted his brains to spill out on her… but…" he shrugs, "you can't have everything."

VOLITION [Easy: Success] - This man has seen past her, like you did.

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - And now he longs to see her covered in blood.

AUTHORITY [Trivial: Success] - To punish her.

"How long had you been watching her?"

"You wanted to punish her, so you killed him."

"You had feelings for that woman."

THE DESERTER - "Since she came to Martinaise. I saw her sneaking in the reeds early in the morning, behind the Feld building. It was dark, still winter. She didn't have her skimpy outfit on then, just a spot in the night, moving..."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Past the Feld building, on the coast? What was she doing there?"

THE DESERTER - "Hiding something in the water. She had a fag after she'd done it. I was up in the ruins there -- she couldn't see me, but I could see her. Smoking... she was nervous, but not scared."

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Medium: Success] - And beautiful.

"And beautiful."

"What do you think she hid there?"

THE DESERTER - "That too," he nods.

KIM KITSURAGI - "How could you see what she looked like? You said it was dark."

THE DESERTER - "The sun came up, her hair was like cobwebs. She smoked more fags and snorted a line of whatever shit she was on. Right there..." he shakes his head. "She needed it just to move."

"What do you think she hid there?"

THE DESERTER - "Her passport. And tickets to Villiers." He coughs. "And from there to Casherbrume."

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - In the Free State of Semenine. Hidden away at the edge of the Earth, near the pale.

"This is the hidden buoy she told us about… You looked into it?"

THE DESERTER - "After she was gone." He nods.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Did you keep what was in it? When we found the submersible it was empty."

THE DESERTER - "No. Why would I do that? I didn't need tickets to Villiers... I put them back. If I wanted to extort someone I'd do better."

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - This implies that he's thought about extorting her.

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - Also, a little inconsistency here -- he was surprised to hear her name Klaasje, before. Would he not have seen it on the documents?

"Are you sure? We checked the submersible. There was nothing there."

"You saw her name on the passport. But before, when I said her name is *Klaasje* -- you didn't seem to recognize it."

"Moving on -- did you continue watching her after this?" (Proceed.)

THE DESERTER - "Why would I need that trash?" He looks to the reeds, confused. "I'm not going to Villiers..."

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - A strange confusion comes over him from time to time. Some kind of aberration of the nervous system?

2. "You saw her name on the passport. But before, when I said her name is *Klaasje* -- you didn't seem to recognize it."

THE DESERTER - "It didn't say *Klaasje* in there..." He shakes his head.

3. "What did it say her name was -- in the passport?"

THE DESERTER - "It was something..." He stutters. "I don't remember. It was dark that morning. I only remember her face on the photo."

4. "Moving on -- did you continue watching her after this?" (Proceed.)

THE DESERTER - "I did." He almost smiles. "She had a face like an archipelago, with those birthmarks. And a body, hard and lean and bruised all over -- black and yellow. I could see she's taken a beating."

"I could see who she was, too," he nods. "A spook. On the run. Revachol's the cloaca of capital now. All the bagmen and arms dealers end up here. To do drugs and have sex like animals."

KIM KITSURAGI - "You could tell she was a *spook* from the documents?"

THE DESERTER - "She had different colour hair on the photo, and glasses. *Forged*. Some sordid, bourgeois affair. I've heard about this kind of thing on the radio..."

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - He's setting it up for you...

VISUAL CALCULUS [Medium: Success] - The bruises. You can't make that out in a scope...

"And you could see her bruises -- through the scope of a rifle?"

THE DESERTER - "You can't see bruises through a scope. It's just a blur..." He shakes his silver-grey head.

2. [Reaction Speed - Challenging 12] How does he know those minute details about her body?

+1 Footprints in the dust. +2 Could have changed shoes. +1 Found the peephole.

REACTION SPEED [Challenging: Success] - It quickly comes to you.

"The bruises on her body -- any chance you've seen them through a *hole in a wall?*"

"Ever see her through a window, on a roof?"

THE DESERTER - "Oh yes," he smacks his lips. "Cutting those drugs of hers into little lines with a knife, masturbating..."

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Medium: Success] - Everything in him fills with impossible longing, all at once.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Did you make that hole?"

THE DESERTER - "With a clip point knife."

+5 XP

PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Challenging: Success] - Good for listening in too. For hearing the moaning and the snorts.

2. "Ever see her through a window, on a roof?"

THE DESERTER - "Like that too, yes," he nods. "Bending like a bow against the glass..."

3. "You've been through the secret route behind the Whirling-in-Rags. Those were *your* footprints there. You just changed your shoes." (Move on.)

THE DESERTER - "I've been through *all* of Martinaise -- every nook and cranny."

"And that too."

THE DESERTER - "Yes, that too." He shakes his head, almost in awe. "The things they did in that little room. What she'd *do* to feel good..." He explains: "Funny, the way light works..."

+5 XP

"You turn it on inside and it gets so dark out you can't see a man looking in. I learned that in the Twenties when they were still hunting me. I've seen people do *some* shit, but..." He keeps shaking his head.

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - Those two took the cake.

KIM KITSURAGI - You hear the familiar scribble of the lieutenant's pen. A quick glance at you...

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Easy: Success] - One more loose end down. We're doing this, detective.

+1 Morale

KIM KITSURAGI - ... then at the man. "How did you get in there? The hidden pinball workshop?"

THE DESERTER - "I can just walk in there now, after a good wash -- I told you they think I'm an antisocial. Closing hour is a good time. The kitchen's empty."

KIM KITSURAGI - "You had to open the steel door in the kitchen? How?"

THE DESERTER - "I got that open a long time ago. Some bourgeois game-merchant lived there -- I don't know... fifteen years ago? He left spare keys all over and I took one. Then I saw her turn the light on one night in my scope..." He points toward the Whirling-in-Rags.

INTERFACING [Medium: Success] - And he found use for it -- a spare key, like the one hanging behind the Union box window.

2. "You wanted to punish her, so you killed him."

THE DESERTER - "She practically breastfed that man. You wouldn't believe the things she let him do to her..." He shakes his head and stares at the ashes.

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - You stare at them too. In your mind, Her Innocence Dei still turns to leave, airport bag in hand, silks flowing in her wake...

The dream…

This has got nothing to do with that. (Try to forget it.)

INLAND EMPIRE - See you tomorrow, Harry. Her voice rings in the evening air, burning...

"You saw through her? So did I."

"She did deserve a good punishing."

"I'm not like that. I don't think like that."

"Men are insane." (Shake your head.)

Say nothing.

THE DESERTER - "You're delusional. There's nothing to *see* in the soul of the bourgeois woman. It's the same as the surface -- sick hedonism and desperation."

2. "I'm not like that. I don't think like that."

THE DESERTER - "No one gives a *shit* what you think," the old man spits in the ash. "You and your cronies kill ten working class men a day. I've heard the statistics on Channel 8."

3. "You had feelings for that woman."

THE DESERTER - "There's..." he sighs, "there's nothing to hold on to, only this... It's not enough."

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - The coals of his eyes glisten suddenly, like stones dripping with water. Is he crying?

THE DESERTER - "Man needs to feel something else. It helps if you have your eye on something -- there," he looks to the city where the lights sparkle. "Something pretty. It's weakness, I know."

"There have been others?"

"Was that why you left the dried flowers behind her window?"

"One more thing about this woman…"

THE DESERTER - "Yes. Over the years. It's not un-proletarian to feel something."

"Was that why you left the dried flowers behind her window?"

THE DESERTER - "No..." He starts to shake his head again, a sunflower on a withered stalk.

"Why then?"

THE DESERTER - "I don't really know. I was there one night and she was crying, like a child -- in the corner of her room, on the floor. Like she does sometimes...."

"When was this?"

THE DESERTER - "The day after I'd killed him."

"And you brought her May bells?"

THE DESERTER - "Yes," he looks at the charred logs. "I don't know why I do the things I do anymore."

VOLITION [Challenging: Success] - It's as if something *put* the thought there. To leave the flowers.

"You wanted to console her."

"You wanted to manipulate her."

"Something *put* the thought in you. A compulsion."

Say nothing.

THE DESERTER - "What do you mean *put*?" He raises his eyes. They're round and wide.

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - A brief flash of terror.

"I just got this feeling. From what you said. Do you agree?"

"Nothing."

THE DESERTER - "Maybe..." He lowers his head and just stares at the logs. "I told you, I have holes in my brain now. I wouldn't just sit here waiting for you..."

+5 XP

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - A sudden pang of rage.

THE DESERTER - "If you came ten years ago, I would have killed you." He wipes his eye.

KIM KITSURAGI - In the silence, the lieutenant draws a line in his notes. Then nods at you once more.

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Easy: Success] - One more down.

4. "So in conclusion, it wasn't about him. It was about *her*." (Conclude.)

THE DESERTER - "Her..." He repeats, staring at the ashes -- then the reeds. There's a twitch in the corner of his eye.

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant nods at you, in acknowledgement.

Task complete: Extract a motive

+70 XP

Level up!

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Easy: Success] - That's it. Motive. We have it.

THE DESERTER - "Where is she... that *Klaasje*?" The old man looks at you. "I haven't seen her there for days."

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herecomesthefirstday's year in review

Big things: Published a paper & a letter with my job, moved out of my parents' house and in with my boyfriend, stopped having a job, started watching One Piece, flew to Atlanta even though I hate flying, caught up with One Piece

TOP 20 FILMS OF 2023 / more & more year in review (music, TV, books, games) under readmore

Bottoms

Past Lives

Polite Society

The Holdovers

Oppenheimer

John Wick Chapter 4

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Rye Lane

Killers of the Flower Moon

May December

Barbie

Mission Impossible: Dead Reckoning

The Pope's Exorcist

Asteroid City

Theater Camp

The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar

You Hurt My Feelings

Poor Things

They Cloned Tyrone

80 For Brady

BEST SHORT OF 2023: Take Me Home

Songs on repeat / movies I watched and rated 4.5 or 5 stars / books read / TV watched / games played by month

January 🎵 Marigolds - Kishi Bashi American Teenager - Ethel Cain 🎬 Hail, Caesar! (2016) 4.5 Embrace of the Serpent (2015) 5 Fail Safe (1964) 4.5 Honorable mention: The Best Years of Our Lives (1946) 3.5 📚 World War Z - Max Brooks 🔁1/16 Gideon the Ninth - Tamsyn Muir 1/18 Harrow the Ninth - Tamsyn Muir 1/23 Nona the Ninth - Tamsyn Muir 1/26 📺 Dark

February 🎵 Partita for 8 Voices - Roomful of Teeth God Is a Freak - Peach PRC 🎬 Third Kind (2018) 4.5 Showgirls (1995) 4.5 Lord of the Rings trilogy (2001-2003) 🔁 5 📚 The Memory Police - Yōko Ogawa 2/7 Authority - Jeff VanderMeer 2/15 📺 Crazy Ex-Girlfriend 🔁 Bloodline S1

March 🎵 Not Another Rockstar - Maisie Peters 🎬 Banshees of Inisherin (2022) 4.5 John Wick (2014) 🔁 4.5 John Wick: Chapter 3 (2019) 🔁 5 Honorable mention: 80 for Brady (2023) 3 📚 Acceptance - Jeff VanderMeer 3/4 How To Hide An Empire - Daniel Immerwahr 📺 Crazy Ex-Girlfriend 🔁 Yellowjackets S1 🔁 S2 Poker Face Defending Jacob

April 🎵 2 Be Loved (Am I Ready) - Lizzo Daytona Sand - Orville Peck Little Dark Age - MGMT 🎬 John Wick: Chapter 4 (2023) 4.5 Honorable mention: Rye Lane (2023) 4 📚 How To Hide An Empire - Daniel Immerwahr 4/1 📺 Succession Grey's Anatomy Yellowjackets

May 🎵 Home - Diana Ross Lipstick Lover - Janelle Monáe Gloria - Laura Branigan 🎬 Polite Society (2023) 5 The Joy Luck Club (1993) 4.5 Crank (2006) 4.5 📺 Succession Grey's Anatomy Yellowjackets White Lotus 🎮 Tears of the Kingdom

June 🎵 Lipstick Lover - Janelle Monáe Movin' Out - Billy Joel 🎬 The Fabelmans (2022) 4.5 Casablanca (1942) 🔁 4.5 Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse (2023) 4.5 Deep Blue Sea (1999) 5 What We Do In The Shadows (2014) 🔁 5 📺 White Lotus Grey's Anatomy Marriage The Bear 🎮 Tears of the Kingdom

July 🎵 My House - Diana Ross Both Sides Now - Joni Mitchell 🎬 Lady Bird (2017) 🔁 4.5 Pacific Rim (2013) 🔁 5 Whiplash (2014) 5 The Watermelon Woman (1996) 4.5 Howl's Moving Castle (2004) 🔁 4.5 Oppenheimer (2023) 4.5 📺 The Bear Grey's Anatomy Black Mirror What We Do In The Shadows Foundation 🎮 Tears of the Kingdom Rocket League

August 🎵 It's All Coming Back To Me Now - Celine Dion Adagio in D Minor - John Murphy 🎬 Marcel the Shell with Shoes On (2021) 4.5 📺 Foundation Only Murders in the Building Grey's Anatomy One Piece 🎮 Tears of the Kingdom We Love Katamari 📚 The Name of the Rose - Umberto Eco

September 🎵 American Pie - Don McLean 🎬 Bottoms (2023) 5 📺 One Piece Foundation Grey's Anatomy 🎮 We Love Katamari 📚 The Name of the Rose - Umberto Eco (9/9) Stone Butch Blues - Leslie Feinberg (9/26)

October 🎵 No One Comes Close - Infinity Song New Body Rhumba - LCD Soundsystem No One Dies From Love - Tove Lo 🎬 Past Lives (2023) 5 Deep Blue Sea (1999) 🔁 5 📺 One Piece Grey's Anatomy Lupin GBBO 📚 Arsène Lupin, Gentleman-Thief - Maurice Leblanc (10/26)

November 🎵 Liability - Lorde Together in Electric Dreams - Philip Oakey & Giorgio Moroder 🎬 Annette (2021) 4.5 Electric Dreams (1984) 5 Honorable Mention: Light & Magic (2022) 4 📺 One Piece Grey's Anatomy GBBO The Crown Mindhunter 🔁 📚 The Uranium Club - Miriam E. Hiebert (11/16)

December 🎵 Isumagijunnaitaungituq (The Unforgiven) - Elisapie Butchered Tongue - Hozier Christmas Baby - Infinity Song Home For Christmas - Infinity Song 🎬 The Holdovers (2023) 4.5 x2 Take Me Home (2023) 5 - short Pro Pool (2022) 4.5 - short Mamma Mia! (2008) 5 🔁 Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again (2018) 5 🔁 The Muppet Christmas Carol (1992) 5 🔁 Honorable mention: The Quiet Girl (2022) 4 📺 One Piece Grey's Anatomy Only Murders in the Building New Amsterdam Frieren Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch From Mercury The Crown Pokémon Concierge 🎮 Fall Guys Super Smash Bros. Ultimate 📚 Station Eleven - Emily St. John Mandel (12/25)

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