#the directing and camera work it’s glorious

[stagefoureddiediaz]

The Eddie we saw in this episode is Eddie (Bucks version)

[hcsiqs]

wait “bad idea right?” was cute 🥹🥹🥹 i need more kate x singer!reader! perhaps singer!reader moving her life to go live with kate in vegas? 🥹 please please pleek and thank you !

| we really were timeless

• pairing: kate martin x fem!reader

• summary: reader is on tiktok live showing her new home in las vegas and her fans get a glimpse into the life of her and kate.

• word count: 1.1k

• find part 1 here

“Heyy!” you waved into the camera with an unknown background behind you, that your fans had seemed to question as soon as they noticed the room. “No, I’m not in Iowa” you laughed, setting the camera down in the bedroom you and Kate shared. The bedroom was decorated with plants and books all along the room as well as small photos and polaroids the couple had taken of themselves as well as photos of their friends.

“I moved!” you said dramatically using your hands to show off the room behind you in all of its glorious adornments that you and Kate had managed to set up in the past few weeks. “I’m a Las Vegas girl now” you smiled, standing up from the bed, “What if I give a house tour? But, mind you we have barely had time to decorate anything, so it’s a little bare!” you giggled, holding the phone close to your face as you walked through the house. You moved your head out of view as you entered into the living room and lowered your voice to a whisper as you spoke to your blonde girlfriend, “I’m gonna do a little house tour, alright?”

“Wait, can I be like the tour guide?” Kate asked cheerfully as she looked up from her phone and put her full attention to you.

“Mhm” you nodded, biting your lip trying to hold back a smile. Kate then got off the couch and planted a soft kiss on your lips off camera. “Ok guys I have a special guest for y’all!” you smiled, hovering your finger over the flip camera button. “Kate!” you exclaimed, turning the camera around to proudly show off your girlfriend, who did a stupid little dance causing you both to fall into a fit of laughter.

they are my favorite couple ever

stop kate is so cuteee

“Ok, ok!” you laughed walking towards the front door.

“So, when you first enter the house we have this lovely bench where you can take your shoes off” Kate spoke displaying the area, before you turned the camera around to face yourself, “Because we don’t want no one’s nasty shoes on our floor,” you turned the camera back around to show a nodding Kate who was in agreement.

“Then straight off there is our living room!” the blonde announced, showing off the plush couch that sat in the middle. “This is y/n’s favorite part” Kate pointed down at the green rug on the floor. You just rolled your eyes behind the camera because the rug was fully Kate’s choice because she said it would be perfect for the house. “But yeah, not much in here yet beside the PS4, so I can play games, and the couch,” Kate shrugged.

“And if you come this way,” Kate used her hands to direct you and the camera to follow her, “our kitchen! I know it’s all white and bland at the moment but we’re working on it” she laughed showing the kitchen island and then walking over to the fridge and opening it, “Oh!” you both let out as the fridge revealed to only hold some take-out food from the night before and a thing of pink lemonade.

“We’re working on grocery shopping” you laughed from behind the camera.

“Yeah, we’re doordash feens” Kate responded, pointing her finger at you. She then closed the fridge and brought you over to the small table you two had bought the other day. “This is our newest addition,” the blonde smiled, showing off the table that had been set to look fancy.

The tall girl kept showing off the home until getting to a room she thought that you should take over and show off to the viewers on live. “Babe, you wanna show them?” Kate’s voice was in a whisper, but it could still be heard by viewers, which caused the comments to go crazy.

DID Y’ALL HEAR THAT???

UGH I NEED WHAT THEY HAVE

“Yeah” you nodded, handing the phone over to Kate and appearing in front of the camera for the first time since the start of the live. “Kate was so kind to let me use our spare room as a little music room!” you said with a smile never leaving your face, as you opened the door and revealed the soundproofing pads on the walls and the different music equipment showering the room.

“This is where all the magic happens,” you said, running your hand across the piano, allowing random notes to be played. “Guys! This right here is my most prized possession!” your face glowed as you pulled a guitar off the wall and showed it to the camera, “It was signed by the one and only Taylor Swift! I still can’t believe it” you shook your head slightly recounting the memory of when you had met her.

“Still jealous you met her and not me” Kate said behind the camera, clearly showing her jealousy.

“Maybe, I can pull some strings for you, hm?” you cocked your head to the side resting your hands on your hips. Your eyes caught a glimpse of Kate’s blue ones from behind the camera and you found yourself wanting to look into them forever, but you knew you needed to move on with the tour. “Anywho! Let’s continue!” you laughed dragging Kate out of the room to have her follow her.

After a couple more minutes of the tour and being on live you decided it was time to go, so that you could spend time with Kate before she had to head off to practice.

You two were sitting on the couch, your legs draping over Kate’s as a tv show played quietly on the tv. “I’m so happy you’re here with me” Kate dropped her head into the crook of your neck, as her hands found their way around your waist.

“I’m so happy to be here with you,” you giggled, feeling her breath on your neck that almost tickled. She then began to place small kisses on your neck and exposed collarbone, that sent a shiver down your spine. “Kate, you have to get to practice” you groaned.

“But, I wanna stay here with you” she whined, still leaving kisses on your shoulder.

“Come on, time to go,” you got off of Kate and held your hands out to pull her off the couch. Her hands reached up to yours and you pulled her off the couch. She placed a small kiss on your lips before walking over to get her keys.

“See you late, love you” she smiled, circling the keys on her finger.

“Love you too” you smiled back before she walked out the front door to head to Aces practice.

allie’s corner.

i hope you like this!! they’re so cutie

[ganondoodle]

Will Zelda abolish the monarchy in your TotK rewrite?

HM

she will not turn to the camera and say "i am abolishing monarchy" (since that needs to be said these days ..) but in a way its kinda meant to be like .. the opposite of the canon totk messaging?

like, fictional monarchy in itself isnt like the root of all evil, its the ideology that goes with it? i like fictional monarchy stuff and other races got them too so i wouldnt say its a clear -this is bad- thing

i do want to turn the whole idea of "hyrules royalty and its ruling is always good and just and anyone against it is automatically labeled as evil" upside down .. or more like, let it go further, rauru in the rewrite is .. similar to the canon one, thats kinda the point, hes the good and just king that wants to unite all nations in peace and wants to get rid of any "evil" be it monsters or someone threatening his 'peace'

but then you think about it, his idea of 'peace' is very specific, not everyone might want to be under his control, not everyone might have joined willingly and just bc theres someone opposing him does not have to mean they are some evil demon, all this talk might have been deliberate manipulation of history, he says hes invited a nation to join under his rule? he makes it sound like it was a nice offering like bringing a piece of cake to a neighbour, but it could be anything, he has those magical nuclear power pebbles, multiple, even just having them has an effect on others, he can say he would only use them for good, but that can be a lie, and more importantly, you dont know what his idea of 'good' is he can say he would never use it to hurt people, but what if he declares others to not BE people in his eyes he wants to bring about a world of light with no shadow to be found, rebuild a glorious kingdom of the past, there will be no shadow to hide in, there will be no place he is not, as he is the light, the king of light, and he knows whats best for all in his eternal, holy kingdom of light

.. most of this isnt even non-canon, it just gets presented as he says it, a one note fact, and you are supposed to agree- so really im just rewriting that part to be more overtly how it felt like to ME, and turnign the second half into opposing that bc hey, this might not be cool actually

im really jsut cranking raurus actions and ideals up just a tiny bit, and show more directly that its the behavoir of an imperialist king of all

so really its more like .. teaching her the lesson of how easy it is to fall into that line of thinking, how you need to consider .. maybe blindly following old traditions isnt always good, consider other perspectives, be careful bc she could have gone into that direction too (like she literally does in the canon totk end ..) and in a way she already has, but afterwards (in the rewrite) she can work against that, she could be rauru and has to decide and work against it

i know that isnt a clear answer, this whole idea is a little hmm to me bc TO ME canon totk already reads like that, and i want to work against it, bc in canon it goes unchallenged, and alot of people ... alot of people..., just go along with it seemingly not even beign able to see how its all suspicious-

in the end, i want it to be a careful but hopeful vibe of, zelda as a scientist, a historian, interested in alot of fields, being able to change something, a shift in perspective, like lady eboshi in princess monokoe saying at the end that they will start anew, now building good town- its not garanteed, zelda is still in a position of power, but she doesnt have to rebuild it like it was, people might still refer to her as princess and have high respect for her, but after being so deceived by rauru, being on the opposing side to almost the exact idea they once had, it has humbled them and can pave the way for a better future

ganondorfs spirit at the end moving on after finally being able to take out rauru, even if it meant to help out those hed see as being in the prime spot to become jsut like rauru, over the course of the second half all of them learning of each other, now more confident these younglings of a world thats long changed and not his anymore being able to build something better, and years after the ordeal theres news of a male gerudo having been born

(i know that idea goes agaisnt what made up his character for alot of the other games (though rewrite totk gan is still a different one from the old games), like his eternal problem of not being able to move on and refusing to die, and im sure theres lots of not the bestest thigns in my writing of it all too, but so far, its what i have been imagining, and unfortnately i am a sucker for those types of cliché endings-

it doesnt have to mean the next games would be going up against the gods or soemthing, though i do like that, but i felt like its a nice end for botws world, and much less uncomfortable than the canon totk end, theres no refounding of the kingdom, no swears of fealty, just young people working to rebuild the world into something better after it was almost wiped out, the kingdom already fell in botw, and the world kept on turning, i see no reason why it shouldnt be able to keep doing it)

[woneuntonzz]

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ 𝐓𝐞𝐤 𝐈𝐭

band leader!wonbin x song writer!reader

warning/s: cussing

genre: songfic

word count: 6.7k words!!

⊹ ࣪ ˖ you just can't call a spade a spade. ⭑♪⊹ ࣪ ˖ —the debt unpaid; inspired by Cafuné's Tek It. ✩🎧ᝰ.ᐟ

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The bundles of pillows of gas, outlined with the color of the sky, had been your favorite subject in photography. It fascinated you how everything else seemed to remain in their respective placements —the sun, the stars, and the moon— everything, but the clouds. 

Though you could never say that you favored it more than the moon. 

It somehow made you feel puerile, how something so trivial as moon photographs saturating your gallery made you feel sick to the stomach. You swore that you felt icky having mostly those photographs filling your precious display.

But why then? —why are your eyes so drawn to its shine?

Maybe it is for the sole reason of the void that it fills, even more so when there are none of its little friends —the stars— to accompany it. You hated that, though you admit that the moon is humbler than the spiteful sun. At least the moon allows for you to admire it from afar and closer whilst the sun denies you from it as if it's too glorious for the eyes of man.

You didn't love the moon, but you were true to its beauty and it's granted privilege for it. People loved the moon and you just questioned it. Overlooking its scientific significance, you just thought it put the clouds to shame. A moment would come where the clouds would conceal the moon, but despite its efforts, the moon will always outshine them, even more so with its light outlining the clouds and not the color of the sky that surrounds it. The moon is selfishly beautiful —well to be fair, if you hadn't grown, you would've never realized that the clouds were never meant to be focal. 

The art of photo journaling has been your passion for as long as you can remember. From a very young memory, you were a self-proclaimed photographer who held back a sour face whenever you were asked to snap pictures for your aunts who needed a picture next to every foreign sight and object they saw.

You wished you could just take the photos with your own eyes for even with the newest DSLR —at that time— you would never be able to capture the feeling of which the true vision draws from. 

Even then you were satisfied with your work, having experienced competing in national journalism competitions from middle school till your senior year in highschool, performing exceptionally well in some seasons and satisfactory in some, overall you were content with what you have and have not achieved. 

You never aimed for your name to be displayed all over your school's walls or for it to be countlessly mentioned by any of your teacher's before actually doing their job. You just wanted to bring your visions to life.

These visions would soon take a full swing to a different direction at the very last day of vacation before starting college. 

The sky had just turned pink. You felt so lucky, so intrigued with the seamless transition that had just occurred, seamless but conspicuous. 

With your camera in hand, you captured the pink clouds and the birds that flew along with them, the scenery of the park was just pure pleasure for your eyes. 

You shifted from place to place to take picture after picture of all you found worth your camera's SD card. 

You were taking a picture of the clouds that formed a subtle shape of two hearts. It wasn't your first encounter with such enigmatic forms, but this one would stick out like a sore thumb in your gallery.

Because right below it was an unsuspecting boy —well, he appeared unsuspecting at the very least. You took a picture where he looked up at the heart-shaped clouds, only the back of his head would be visible. The next picture was of him looking right into the lenses. 

Startled, you'd move the camera away from your face and avert your attention from the boy.

The once muted ambience of your surroundings would suddenly make sounds that seemed louder than they're supposed to be. 

You wanted to look back, to look at him again. 

His smile, his eyes, it all aligned with the hue of the sky and the sweet, sweet pattern in the clouds. This was the sublime portraiture that led you to where you are now. 

You weren't a stranger to Wonbin's appeal. He had quite a line of girls and boys who were smitten over him —and for that, you didn't even think of staring at him for too long, fearing that you might find yourself daydreaming, hoping. You thought you had zero chances with him, because it's him.

He's undeniably handsome, unreal even. He got decent marks and left a good impression on his teachers when it came to oral performance. He was in a school band that mostly performed worship songs during their youth, but would eventually resort to the more popular chart songs, censoring any words when necessary. 

Many were fond of him and just as much were jealous. 

“Good-looking, talented, and smart? there must be a jerk in him.” —you've heard from one of the many low-lives in your class that sat at the back. 

Maybe it was true. It was quite an impossibility for him to just be that good. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“What do you think of me?”

“Perfect.” you spoke, nearly spewing it as a question. 

“I'm not.” you laughed at him for wearing such a bashful smile as he replied. “I really am not.”

After that day at the park where you had accidentally snapped a picture of him in the most beautiful scene you have ever captured, you were captured by his allure. 

The way his hair danced with the wind and the leaves of the maple trees, the sight was all too heavenly. You were overwhelmed with the feelings that rushed through your veins, you felt like you needed to let it all out, one way or another. 

When you got home, you sat on your bed with your laptop sitting on top of your thighs. You stared at the loading status of your exporting photos that you captured earlier that day and a few days prior. 

Seeing his photo was all it took for you to start jotting down words, expressing how spellbound you are towards his presence. 

You hummed the melody you heard earlier at the park as he looked at you. It was like the breeze was singing for the two of you, and the sounds of the leaves that fell together in a beat that followed your heart's.

You were certain it was only you who's melting over such a small matter. 

Regardless, you wrote something, a poem. But you like to refer to it as your first song, and it follows the tune of the air that whispered to you.

“I like you, Wonbin.” 

It was scary. To remain standing there for what felt like a day, you thought you'd go home with red eyes and bottled tears. 

His hand slowly reaching up to hold yours gave you the thrills.

“I like you too, Y/n.” 

It was unbelievable, even for your friends. It's Park Wonbin, the Park Wonbin that could never spare people a minute of his time for insignificant matters, being too absorbed with music and the idea of creating a masterpiece of his own. He liked you? 

“You… like me?” you pointed your shaky finger on yourself.

He gently rubbed at the skin on your hands. “No doubts, beautiful.”

You would subconsciously scoff at people who called you pretty because people would often use it to ask for favors. You wondered, was this him asking for a favor? a favor to use you? to only want you when he needed you?

You wrote about these thoughts later that night, and that would be your second song you called 'Blissful but Bittersweet'.

These feelings would be subsided on your very first date. He took you to the studio where he and his band practiced and recorded studio versions of their covers that they'd upload anywhere they could. 

You two were the only ones in the studio at that time. 

For a while, you were both hesitating on looking into each other's eyes, or starting a conversation. When his eyes caught the lights of the studio and glimmered like fairy light, you couldn't look away. You had the tendency to stare and hold at the things that seemed too good to be true.

Just being there with him was all too good to be true.

He stared back at you, his eyes explored your features, breaking you out of your trance. And there he asked you what you thought of him. 

The way he responded to your answer made you think that he knew, he knew the effect he had on everyone else. But you hoped that he saw you differently, different from everyone else that blushed and gushed over him.

“I think your photographs are as beautiful as you.” he spoke as he set up the amplifier for his guitar. “It's your trademark I think.”

You were flushed, but even more confused. “What do you mean?” 

“I would know when a photo was taken by you.” His voice was like a bass line to a soul song.

It was true. He'd been noticing you for a while. He was amazed with how great your works in photojournalism were, he admired your passion for photography, turning even the most tragic elements into such beautiful imagery. 

Those things however, weren't the only basis for his fascination. 

He saw how diligent you were, how you seemed so happy and content with your school life. If it seemed as if he paid no care for the people who whispered for days and days with no end because his eyes would be darted towards god-knows-what, his ears were open for them.

The things he's heard being said about you were endless and repetitive praise, and some backhanded 'worries' they had for you. 

“I don't think Y/n actually has a life outside of the competitions”

“I know right, it's kind of sad. Must be boring, and her friends are no different. Might as well just be government officials.”

“She should let loose a little, maybe then someone would show interest in her.” — and quiet laughter.

He couldn't suppress a scoff, and later a rumor would spark that Park Wonbin had a crush on campus journalist Y/n. 

You never knew about it since you were out of the country for nationals, and when he told you, you had raised eyebrows.

It was only now that he could admire the elegance of your features. Your eyes and their unique shape, the soft curve of your cheeks and its tint, and your velvet lips. 

He had never seen you under a different light before, what he was seeing now went beyond what he could imagine. 

You would write again after that date, and this time you had an actual melody to follow, it was of his guitar's. He played a 'scrap piece' —as he would call it— and asked you if it sounded alright. 

He felt all warm and fuzzy inside when you enthusiastically answered. “I loved it!”

Your full voice made his heart bounce in and out of his chest. He thought, if only, if only he could incorporate your sugared voice into his music. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Are these yours?” you rushed over to Wonbin to recover your personal journal.

When you'd get it from him, it was turned to a page where you had written about your shared first kiss. 

“Uh, yeah.” you gulped when you heard his chuckle.

“You're a wonderful writer too?” you looked up, expecting to see him standing and towering over your very existence.

But he was just as flushed as you were. “They're songs.”

The luminosity of his eyes lit up the room.

“Can you sing them for me?”

He listened to the melodies you have grasped out of pure memory, memories you've had with him.

It wouldn't take a while for him to figure out the meaning of the songs, and somehow, he was surprised to hear,

“They're all about you.”

The feelings that Wonbin had put you through —without his perception— were feelings you have never felt before in your life. Having control over these foreign feelings, somehow, meant taking on new mediums of expression for you. 

You would continue to write songs about your moments with him, all the little and more. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You were both in your sophomore year in the same music and arts university. Your courses had apparent distinctions, but you two would share the same few classes together.

“I feel like I should be taking Composition instead of Media Arts.” you mumbled at the top of his head. 

The lecture hall was empty, you two took your time before leaving like everybody else. 

He had himself in between your arms and wrapped yours around him, like how dubiety wrapped around your brain and made it ache for that cause. 

“If you feel like it's the right thing, you definitely should, right? if Composition would help you to a point in your life where you're sound and happy, go for it.” he says, looking up at you with glistening eyes.

Wonbin was always the one to be in your arms and would often bury his face in the crook of your neck, taking in the whole of your warmth. You felt like his sanctuary, and likewise, he was yours.

Taking you to the studio became a routine for him, as a means of spending time with you. He would practice while you watched as his fingers moved rhythmically in a pace faster than your heartbeat. 

And it was with you that he'd first share his own solos and ask for your honest opinions. You were in awe every time. You had nothing but compliments to throw at him whenever he asked,

“Was it good?”

“It's incredible, Bin.” 

While he practiced, you wrote. 

It was a whole other experience to have him play for you as you observed and take in all of him, taking note of his delicate handling of his guitar, the sweat that would gradually build up and stick to his hair, and how he'd close his eyes, fully immersed in the music. 

Music resonates well with the two of you, it's like your own language, the one you shared and cherished by heart, the foundation of your relationship. 

“Let me see.” he'd say as he rests his chin atop of your head from behind you. 

You'd raise your journal to his sight, and you could feel his smile as he wrapped his arms around you.

“You make me feel so loved.” he whispers as he places a soft kiss on your jaw before once again burying his face in your neck. 

You'd always run your fingers through his hair, telling him that he makes you feel the same way, always. 

You loved Wonbin for everything he was —a musician, your best friend, your boyfriend. 

And for a long time, he'd been the Park Wonbin who owned a band, and owned your heart. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Going forward, you would change courses from Media Arts to Composition. You were back to square one. 

This is where your heart had led you to, where he had given you his full support and encouragement. 

Your schedules would crash because of the drastic shift, but still, you found ways to meet as much as you could. There were times where seeing each other wouldn't be possible, so you'd resort to calls instead. You two would talk to each other until you could hear his soft snores.

And when he'd wake up in the morning, he would apologize to you for falling asleep on you and you would always make sure to tell him that it's okay.

He would later take you to the studio again, but this time, there were others; his bandmates. 

It was your first time hanging around them, but you thought they were nice. The teasing was something you were never going to get used to, but Wonbin was relieved to have you by his side. 

He kept you close to him as he practiced, he took more breaks than retakes. He kept making mistakes at different points of their practice and would call for a break everytime —and each time, he went and sat next to you, laying his head on your shoulder as you delved your fingers in his hair. 

“Hey, Bin, you should really focus on your practice. This is for the finals —and I know you're tired, but your bandmates are tired too.” you whispered ever so softly into his ear.

It soothed him, and so he took a deep breath. “I will, starting this very minute.” He sits up and looks at you. He cups your face with his hands and leaves a kiss on your lips and on your forehead. “I just missed you so, so much.”

He goes back to practice, and he listens to you. He fixed himself up and focused. By the end of it they were able to finish practicing three songs.

He took you home to your dorm room, and asked if he could stay. Of course you could not reject him. You two would be all up on each other, all night.

Unfortunately for him, the next day won't be as pleasant as expected.

“Our bassist left.” He got up from your bed and stood near the edge, looking and scrolling on his phone. “That motherfucker.”

Your eyes widened. It wasn't that you've never heard him curse, it's his tone. It was frightening. You knew it wasn't for you —and hoped it would never be— but it made you think of the worse, what could be, and what would be.

“Where are we gonna find a fucking bassist? the competition is in three days.” he threw his head back as he ran his hand through his hair, clasping onto its ends out of disappointment and frustration. “That fucking asshole.” he muttured under his breath.

He turned to look at you, and he wished he shouldn't have. 

You had the face of an angel, and that angel, now, appears to be bewildered, petrified even. 

He sighed, bringing his eyes to the side. He stood there for a couple more seconds before he got his stuff, getting ready to leave.

“I'll go. I'm sorry Y/n, but I won't be around until I find a bassist that's competent.” he bluntly says before leaving, not shutting the door behind him —for he was afraid that if he did, he'd do it too hard and make you feel bad for it. 

You would go on for days without contact. You tried messaging him, but he left you on read. He would reply 16 hours later with: sorry y/n, we're really struggling here.

You stared at his message for hours. You didn't want to respond, so as to not further disturb him. After a few more hours, you'd receive a call from him.

“Bin?” you softly called for him as soon as you picked up.

“We found a bassist. We're practicing real hard since we really need to get it together. We're finished now, but we'll be back in the studio in a few hours. The bassist —she's great.” you nodded to yourself as you listened to him.

You didn't want to be that type of girlfriend, but you badly wanted to ask who this 'she' is. “Oh, who is she?”

“A freshman —so, how have you been?” Wonbin seemed to be speaking a little faster than normal.

You started to wonder whether he even truly wanted to talk to you in the first place. It took you a while to reply to him, you were once again stuck with such overwhelming feelings, having the need to jot them all down.

“Y/n?” 

“Bin—”

“You must be tired. Let's talk tomorrow, yeah? I'll call you when I wake up. Rest, beautiful.” 

Your eyes paced around everywhere. “I'm sorry Bin.”

“Hey, you have nothing to be sorry for. If anything, it's me who should be sorry.” he remained quiet for a while and you could slightly hear his breathing.

“Goodnight Bin. Please sleep well.” the hand that held his phone trembled slightly at the dim symphony of your voice. 

“Goodnight Y/n.” he weakly replied before letting you go and ending the call.

On your bed, you lie on your back, eyes wandering the ceiling as if there were more to the tiny cracks and the dormant light bulb. Unable to bring yourself to a slumber, you got up and went to your desk. 

You laid out your journal, opening to a fresh page. You let the tip of your pen hover over it for a few minutes, before you let it all go. 

We started off in such a nice place,

We were talking the same language.

A teardrop would make its way onto the paper, causing the ink of your pen to smudge.

You weren't meant to finish this song just yet.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It was finally the day of the competition you've long awaited. You hurried to the front seats, excited to see him perform, to hear his fervent voice, excited to just be able to see him again.

When there were others performing onstage, you tried peeping at the back, or somewhere behind the stage where you'd spot him. You were never able to, not until they were up next. 

He saw you and waved. You waved back, hesitant as their new bassist appeared beside him. 

They looked… perfect.

You zoned out. Your head would start blocking off the music, and all you could hear was your weak heart. You felt conflicted, the first time it palpated like this, it was for good reason, but now, it seems to be the opposite. 

When it was their turn to perform, you watched as they exchanged looks. Their charisma shook your core, and suddenly, you hated yourself for not knowing how to play bass.

You watched, and Wonbin would lay his eyes on you as he sang —but it within a span of a few seconds he fixed his gaze on the bassist, as they once again gave each other looks that made you sink into your seat. 

After their performance, you would find yourself clapping, standing up like everyone else, the only difference being that you were crying. Wonbin saw, but he couldn't tell if they were tears of joy or something else. 

They would be announced champions by the end of the day, and you couldn't be more proud. Wonbin would find you in the crowd, smiling as he slightly waved the trophy in his hand. You smiled back, just happy with what he's achieved. But you couldn't help but notice that something in the air was changing.

Later that night, Wonbin took you with him to their celebratory dinner. He held your hand tight, caressing your skin with his thumb as you both entered the restaurant. 

His bandmates were already seated nicely and the only seats left were ones next to their drummer, and the other, next to the bassist. When they saw you, their bassist would move next to the drummer, and Wonbin would sit across from her, with you next to him.

You were happy that they were all happy, and while eating, you would get over your thoughts from earlier. 

Your smile would slowly dissipate into the unmindful air feeling Wonbin's grasp becoming looser and looser as time flew by.

You looked over to him, and you saw the sweetest and most seraphic smile you've ever seen him wear. It was just a shame that it was not because of you. 

You grew insecure in your seat, the space you occupied shrinked by the second as you watched how differently their eyes reacted to one another —how different it was compared to how he looked at you. 

“Bin, I need to go home.” you touched his shoulder to get his attention.

He quickly turned his head to look at you. “Oh, I'll take you home—”

“No.” You spoke a little louder than intended. “Sorry, no need. I'll get going now, I have things to finish.” 

You stood up, expecting him to grab your hand to stop you as you walked away towards the exit. But he didn't. 

Were you asking for too much now? or are you just not enough anymore? 

You took slow and miniscule steps, waiting for a taxi to pass by. Once it did, you got in, feeling so dejected that your voice cracked when you gave the taxi driver the address to your dorms. 

Maybe you were overthinking things. Maybe you're just not used to him being as smiley and as lively as he was around other girls that weren't you. It had been like that since the beginning of your relationship, and yet you felt as if you had no right to doubt him.

By the end of the day, you'd be back at your desk, tear-filled, feebly writing down,

You can't stand the thought,

Of a real beating heart you'd be holding...

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Y/n! we got a record deal!” 

The thrill, the excitement, it all rushed through Wonbin, in his blood. He had called you early in the morning after receiving a call from a recording label.

“That's great, Bin.” Wonbin's smile would die out with the tone of your voice.

“Hey, are you okay?” he suddenly thought about the previous night with you, two nights ago.

“Yeah. I've just been really busy. Congrats Bin!” he bit his bottom lip, staring into nothing feeling your frailty.

“I'm coming to visit you.” he says nonchalantly.

“You don't have to Bin, I'm really b—”

“I can help—”

“Wonbin.” —silence.

You never called him 'Wonbin' throughout the entirety of your relationship, even when the two of you would argue. It left a stinging pain in his heart. “Y/n.”

“I'm sorry Bin. I know you have your own stuff going on so would you please jus—”

“Was this about the other night?” despite your efforts to respond, not a single word came out of you. “Look, I don't even know why you left, why don't you communicate things with me anymore?”

Fear. You feared this tone of his that you never thought he'd take out on you. You feared the eyes you could not see, glaring at your phantom in his studio. You feared his heart, his heart that would no longer yearn for you even if you called for him. You feared losing him.

“Y/n, speak to me. Please.” urgency was apparent in his voice, but you could also hear his disappointment.

“How? Tell me how, Wonbin.” you would break as his name fell off your lips, your tears falling down to your blanket that reeks of his scent. “I don't fucking know how, okay?”

From this moment on, you were able to see just how flawed your relationship truly is. Behind all the affections, you two were just too different. Sometimes, different can be good —there's a thing they call 'opposites attract'— but sometimes, people don't need different. 

It was not that the two of you stray far from each other's passions, heck, it was your passion that brought the two of you together. But rather, it was your values that contrasted with each other. 

He thought you were just as infatuated as he was, all the while you were thinking that you were all he needed.

Yes, he was the most comfortable with you, but his happiness was not you. He felt relieved by your touch, your voice —but he would never admit that that is all it was for him, a sense of relief and nothing more. 

He was thankful for everything you've given him, all the comfort, the nagging for him to take care of himself, the photos you've taken of him and hung on your little cork board, and the songs. He was genuinely touched and couldn't believe that you could get any more incredible than you already were. 

Unfortunately, you thought more of him, memorizing every bit of him, his physique and his very psyche. 

You two would resolve your argument, temporarily. 

He would begin to visit you again regularly, and take you to their studio, a new one, one that would be in a bigger building. And just like that building, everything was different. 

Your whole life, you've learned to fight change, to adapt with ease, but this was one you did not want to adapt into. It was one you wanted to escape.

You missed the way his fingers would play with the shorter strands if your hair that rested at the sides of your head as he rests himself on you. You missed the warmth in his voice, and now it was all fading into nothing. That fire in your hearts that you lit up for each other, it was slowly dying out. 

It was painful to be aware when you were still so in love, when you still saw the same Wonbin that one fateful day at the park. 

You knew that he knew. During his visits to your dorm room, he'd often doze off, and would lazily leave sloppy kisses to your lips, that would slowly become light pecks on your cheek, and soon nothing. 

When he took you to his studio, he would be practicing, and she'd be there too. You would be in your own little corner, writing your songs. 

“Hi Y/n, what are you up to in there?” she would ask, peeking at your journal.

“Oh, I'm writing songs.” she was a nice person, but she was also the reason for the falling out of your relationship, it was crystal-clear.

“You should seriously consider showing some to the producers around here. I feel like they'd love your work.” as nice as she sounded, you felt sick in the stomach, just like how those stupid moon photographs made you feel.

She and Wonbin, they were both like the moon, just letting others take in all of their physiognomy, all of their beauty. They remain unmoved, as if they're the pillar to everybody's constancy. 

They fit each other. —you thought to yourself as you kept writing.

I never could rely on you,

And a few times your face came into view, 

Into view.

I'm not into you,

Into you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It's been a good while since you've cut ties with him. You found it amusing how surprised he was with how you responded to his notion.

“I don't think we should continue being together, Y/n.” he blinked a few times, not having the heart to look into your eyes like he used to anymore.

“Yeah, I know.” you were so blunt with everything that he couldn't believe that it was really you who was speaking to him. “I'll bring you the stuff you left at my dorm. I'll just leave it here.”

You were in their studio, where he had asked you to meet him.

“I could just get it myself—”

“I'll spare you the trouble Wonbin.” you were so cold, it sent shivers down his spine. You were no longer the intelligent and timid girl he knew. “It's great to know you've been feeling the same way all along, if not, I would've felt bad for ever doubting you.”

A single tear would escape his eye, and he'd wipe it away before you could see it. 

“Thank you for…” you fished for his gaze, and you would catch it like never before. “...everything.”

You went out of their studio and started making your way out of the building with your journal in hand. 

The journal. It was full of him. From polaroids and sketches, to the lyrics that brought you to where you are. 

You were glad he finally came to his senses, that he was the one to break it up. If he never did, it would've taken you ages to blurt it out, or maybe you never would've done it. 

As your feet followed the same path you took going in, you could feel the hot tears flowing continuously. The last you would see as you stepped out of the building was her. Worry was written all over her face as she called for you once, twice. You looked back at her for an agonizing and very few seconds before completely turning your back from her.

That day was excruciating for you. You could only imagine, he already had her to comfort him, and you? you were still in the same spot, pouring all of your feelings out into a song. 

After a few lengthy months of practicing with your guitar, you were able to make a full song.

You recorded it within the confines of your dorm room. You were again satisfied with your work. It was a simple, homey video. Your voice was as soft as the clouds, and your presence was like that of the sun, bright, shining against the woe of your heart.

You posted the video to YouTube, even providing them with the lyrics you've put your whole heart into in the description box. 

At first, you didn't really think you'd get as much as fifty views, three likes and maybe one petty dislike. Either way, you didn't really care. It was the least of your worries at the time. 

You were planning to move back to Media Arts, in spite of him. You moved courses because of him, and now you are moving back another step for it. 

Though, your plans would be halted when you were approached by a deceptive man —what made him deceptive? you may ask, well, you would've never thought that this man worked for the same recording label that your ex was in.

“What do you want?” you spat.

“Okay, miss. I'm Jung-Sung-Chan. I've been in the xxxx label for two years now. So, I saw your song—”

“And what about it?” your voice was stern, and it seemed as though it was atypical for him as it did not match your appearance at all.

“So, there's this band, don't know if you've heard of them—”

“Is it 'Everiizing'?” he was flabbergasted with how you just kept cutting him off when he was supposedly the one to be intimidating you.

“Uh, yeah.”

He would go on to explain how the band had been struggling to come up their next hit single and they needed it by the end of the month. You told him off by saying that you'd think about it, and think about it, you did. 

It was quite funny, Wonbin would be the one singing since he was the vocal of the band, and he would be singing a song that you wrote and composed about him and the fallout of your relationship.

But you also thought, maybe this was a start for your own career. Maybe after this, you'd be a well known song writer, credited in every hit song in the charts. 

You would call Sungchan back and tell him you've made up your mind.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

So I started to think 'bout the plans I made,

The debt unpaid.

And you just can't call a spade a spade.

Wonbin read through the lyrics of their supposed upcoming single. He couldn't help but feel… familiar. The style of writing, the choice of words, he feels like he'd seen it all before, and he'd felt it all once upon a time. 

“The writer is Y/s/n Y/n.” Wonbin's breath hitched, very subtly that he was the only one that heard. “I saw her on YouTube —that's where we discovered that song. She agreed to sell it to us.”

“The song is on YouTube?” Wonbin asked as he grabbed his phone from the table in front of him.

“Yeah, that's what I said.”

He searched for your name, and there it was. He hurriedly tapped on your video, and watched, and listened. 

You never changed in his eyes. You were still as mesmerizing as you were when he could still have you in his embrace, or when you'd massage his hair.

“So what do you think?” he ignored Sungchan and kept his eyes and ears on his phone, following every note and every strum. 

“Wonbin?” —for a minute, he thought it was you who called for his name, but then he looked up.

“Paige.” he responds to their bassist. 

“I listened to Y/n's song. It's really a masterpiece, I say we try recording it now.” Paige, with pure excitement, would cling onto Wonbin, and he would look at her the way you would want him to look at you.

Sungchan knew, because you had told him everything. It was weird to tell a stranger about these things, but if he was buying your song, he should at least know the story behind it, right?

That day, Wonbin would record his vocals for the song, and Sungchan would be there to monitor. Wonbin seemed so emotional. He must've realized what the lyrics truly meant, and it punched him right in his guts. 

This is all she's been feeling huh —he uttered in his mind as he fought back his sorrow.

Sungchan had spared you the details of everything that went down in the recording, and soon they would release their own version of the song, and it would be theirs.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“...we have 'Everiizing', to perform their new hit single, 'Tek It'!”

You were once again, at the same seat you'd always be when he performed, but this time, you were happy. It was your creation being recognized and loved by many. Its story will remain in your memories forever, but it will never cause resentment.

You couldn't help but smile and just enjoy the music. They were the same —if not better than before. Wonbin and Paige were truly a different story. They seem to be doing great. You had no idea if they actually got together, but you didn't care. 

There was a lingering feeling for sure, but it would fall weak knowing that you have a line of opportunities ahead of you, and so did Wonbin and his band.

After their performance he would go on to acknowledge your presence, giving you credit for writing and composing such a beautiful song, though of course, he would never say you were his ex and you wrote it about him.

You two would meet again backstage, for the first time in almost a year.

“Y/n.” you smiled, not for the same reason as you would with him, it was because he failed to have the same effect on you as he did before, and it brought your mind to peace.

“Wonbin.” he would smile back, but it was quite not like himself.

He was a lot more tentative. “I'm guessing you've been well.”

You nod at him and say, “I could say the same about you.”

“So, will you continue to work under xxxx?” he asked hesitantly.

“You know I would never do that even if things ended a little better.” he would drop his smile as he listened to you speak. “I'm moving to Sungchan's label. He's starting one of his own. Might consider being an artist myself, but for now I'll finish my studies.”

Wonbin was once again fascinated with your strong will, it was something he thought he could learn from you, but as soon as forever was promised, it would disintegrate right before your eyes. 

The promises of making songs together, singing them together, performing them with your souls intertwined. They were nothing but long gone.

Wonbin is the moon, and you're the sun. The two are never meant to meet, or to even be close to each other. Being opposites was never a problem, it was because you two had different understandings of what it meant for you to flourish and shine, what your purpose is in this world and how you would salvage it —it is the sad tale of the serene but incredibly fallible moon, and the ravishing sun, that's just as tainted.

And there would be no more eclipses to follow. 

I never thought we'd see it through.

So long nice to know you, I'll be moving on.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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[wildlife4life]

Seven (+) Sentence Sunday

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Say it with me: NFL Buck!

“It’s still training camp babe. On a new team and a new offensive system, so picks are going to happen. Especially around a ball hawk like Ramsey. But he shouldn’t be bringing Maddie up, not even opposing players are that crass.” Eddie points out, “If he does it again, confront him.” Evan starts to object, but Eddie continues, “I’m not saying shove your face mask into his, but you need to be direct, remind him that your sister is off limits and bringing her up is un-sportsman like.  That he’s not being a good teammate by reminding you of your trauma like that.” “And if that doesn’t work?” Buck asked apprehensively. Eddie shrugs, “Video of practice get leaked all the time, you just need to find the right source.” He gives his boyfriend a devilish grin and a wink. A burst of laugher erupts from Buck, washing away all the annoyance and tension from his entire demeanor. “You are so petty and vindictive.” “And I know you love me for it. Just like how much I love you for always trying to rise above the trash talk and harassment. We complement each other very well.” Evan softens, becoming gooey and love stricken (one of Eddie’s favorite looks, just after his adoration for Christopher and dark lust filled one).  Pulling back a bit from the camera, Buck taps his naked chest with his right hand, three times, “I love you too, so much. And I really fucking miss you and Christopher.” “We miss you too, so much.” Eddie taps his own left chest side three times, “But I’ll be down with Christopher Friday. You can sign his new jersey, maybe get Kupp to come say hi.  Then you have this upcoming Monday off and I will be coming off a 24 that morning, so the whole day is ours to enjoy.”

Hope you all enjoyed!

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[alvin-draper]

Alien: Romulus

spoilers!

let's chat. and also preface with the fact I've only seen alien and Aliens before, both of which I adore and rewatch endlessly.

I've seen some reviewers talk about this, but Andy carried that movie character wise. Everyone else was good - props to the weird cousin guy. He was a dick but he added some much needed internal group conflict.

Andy and Rain - she was weirdly cookie cutter in a very video game protagonist kinda way. She had a goal: get off planet. She had a brother who she viewed both as person and as pet. Something to be loved and coddled. At no point was she ready for him to have more agency. From the minute you knew she'd decided to leave him behind, you could plot the course of her entire arc. Andy was better. I was worried they were doing a weirdly placed take on adults with strong autism to start with, and was kinda relieved to find out he was artificial with a buggy system, and then realised that actually no the comparison still 100% works, but I like how they played it. He gets agency with intelligence, but it's at the cost of losing his human connections. His little sister, and the friends he's an outlier to. He never feels integrated into the group, always slightly on the outside. When he gets his new chip and directive, I read it as equal parts programming and rebellion. It took away some of his desire to do anything for Rain, and replaced it with pragmatism. But you can see its still him in there, and that he's mad about them leaving him behind. He keeps making decisions to keep Rain alive, but he focuses in on her life rather than her emotional needs, and lets other people die. It still reads as love, to me. But instead of her sacrificing him for her better life, he sacrificed her emotional wellbeing for both of them to live. Definitely the character with the most intricacy.

As said, everyone else and everything else felt kind of cookie cutter. The characters don't make interesting decisions. Its still well written and well done: you understand the how'd and whys of every decision they make. But none of them shine enough to keep up with Andy.

Okay, enough character stuff. Let's talk everything else.

The score and sound mixing: incredible. Loved that it started on that deep space silence. The music is good and more than functional, will probably listen to the soundtrack as a background for a while. The best choice sound wise in the whole movie is when she floats out the bottom of the cargo bay in the final act and the sound cuts almost completely. You could've heard a pin drop.

The look of the thing: impeccable. The minute they get onto those prowling H G Geiger ships I was sold on the whole thing. The wires and curves and me grin so hard. Less excellent alien hiding places than I would've liked, but they didn't use that trick too many times so it worked out. The red and orange lighting in the dark rooms gave the movie a very distinct aesthetic, separate from the other Alien movies that I've seen. And of course the shot composition was glorious. One of my favourite visuals was in the water filled cyro fuel room, when Andy freezes and reboots. Hi standing stock still as the camera pans up and we the audience understand: oh shit, that's a lot of facehuggers.

Things they set up and paid off: the pregnancy. Andy slipping a vial of the compound into his pocket. The X Ray scanner. The dropped key. The gravity timer. Just about the security cameras. Things they didn't quite pay off: the temperature sensing device. The facehuggers travelling through the vents. The sharp edges and quick mechanical closing of the vent covers they get into the ship through.

Shit that came out of nowhere: all the goddamn fully grown xenomorphs. That bit was pretty out of left field. I had anticipated there being more Aliens, but they fact they left it so late doesn't really make much internal sense. I guess because they were in the other half of the outpost?

Callbacks I loved: the Nostromo at the start and the vague references to Ripley. Rook being Ash. That was gooooood. Also shows that the companies whole thing in Aliens that synthetics aren't like that anymore is kind of bollocks.

That fucking thing: I'm calling it Romulus for obvious reasons. I thought the design was excellent. So fucking horrifying. I will be having nightmares. Its like they reached into my subconscious and designed it specifically to get to me. Incredible. Didn't like the fact it roared I think if it had made either an Alien hiss or a human noise it would've been way more compelling. Properly horrifying though. Really hit home that it's a horror movie more than anything else. Also. The death scenes in the movie? Incredible. It did those Well. My favourite was absolutely the acid blood literally burning a whole through that guys chest, because it was visceral and brutal and horrifying and so so hell done. You could really feel the panic and tension and still clock him scrabbling at his chest just to melt his fingers and feeling sick all over again. Just brilliant.

Overall: it was good! It sucks that I only really liked Andy, and he only really atarts coming into his own after Rain betrays him. Still fucked she took his autonomy away again at the end, even if their quipping was cute. Loved them raising the temperature of that room as a disguise that was inspired. Loved them turning off the Gravity to shoot the Aliens that also worked great. The elevator was also a good set piece. The biggest let down in this movie is the characters. Andy's great, Rain is alright, and sos the cousin who's only around for the firstish act. Bit the main side character guy, who's sisters pregnant? I don't even remember his name. They kept hinting at there being both backstories for him and for Rain that were more interesting than what he got. For him, some kind of genuine military past. For her: she'd been to Yvaga before. Maybe even grew up there as a little kid. It was an opportunity to add proper dimension to both characters that was squandered in favor of the crazier action scenes, which sucks. This movie was in dire need of clearer and deeper characters, particularly because in my eyes that'd what Alien does best, and Aliens takes a really good stab at considering the larger main cast.

Essentially. It's a good damn horror movie, but I'm not sure it's a great Alien movie, for all the incredible HR Giger and weird sexual violence undertones. I'm just not sure that plot wise it earned its Alien credentials. Like the last few lines. Rain leaves a log, as she's the last survivor of her ship. But there's no passenger log. It was never an authorised mission. Its a pointless message to leave. It gives the audience closure because it flashes us back to the end of Alien, but it makes no sense as closure for Rain. That's where I'm at.

[imsadstuff]

Loving you is Red - A Jeon Jungkook Fic Teaser

Fic link: here

Synopsis:

Jeon Jungkook's name was unheard on the Formula 1 paddock till he got a chance to drive a Mercedes car as a reserve driver. His 2020 starts looking brighter as he signs with Ferrari and meets you, his team mates little sister. So many cliched tropes, strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, dating brother's best friend, and most importantly Jeon Jungkook looks smoking hot in a Ferrari!

Author's Note:

So, this has been collecting dust in my drafts since I watched Drive to Survive last year, watched the new season and got motivated to write this fic. Please comment under if you want to be added to the reading list for this fic! ❤

Also, if you have any though or ideas, please feel free to comment or message me and for the love of Jungkook, don't be a ghost reader!

Race 16 Singapore Grand Prix 2019

Race weekend is always exciting, especially when it is a night race. The city felt alive as the crowd buzzed around, ready for the race to start. Walking beside your father, you stop periodically as he stops and talks to a million people through the paddock.

The Ferrari garage is buzzing with tension as your father goes up and pulls your brother in a tight hug, “Lets win, just like last year!” your father is gleaming with pride thinking of your brother’s glorious win in Singapore last night.

“How did the doctors go?” Philip asks as you kiss his cheek, after a shattered ankle, back injury and multiple head injuries a year ago, doctor visits have been regular for you.

“There’s progress, I might go back on ice again” you reassure him and he gives you a big, pleased smile.

Phillip soon gets back in the car as everyone gets ready to race, he looks at home in the car.

“The two-time world championship winner Phillip Lee is starting at pole position followed by the other Ferrari and Mercedes” the commentator's voice booms in your headphones as you look at the cars line up.

“It’s an important race for Ferrari to maximize points. The Mercedes team feels weak today as their lead driver has to sit out of the races due to sickness. The replacement is Mercedes reserve driver Jeon Jungkook, starting at P9” the camera pans to a new face for you, you’ve heard Jungkook’s name a few times, after he almost won the Formula 2 championship last year. 

Race 18 Mexican Grand Prix 2019

Midway through this year, your schedule has been emptier than expected. Right now, you were supposed to be at the Olympic camp as a part of the figure skating team, instead you were sunbathing in Mexico.

Putting on your cover up, you are heading back to your hotel room. You run into someone very unexpected in the elevator.

“Hello” Jungkook is standing against the wall with his manager on the other side. You mumble a meek hello as you stand in front of them. The two of them are talking about last week's race till the elevator reaches a stop and his manager steps out.

“I have some stuff to work out with the lawyers but I’ll come and get you for the signing” the manager says and Jungkook nods.

There’s silence as the two of you walk back to your rooms, awkwardly in the same direction.

“So, you used to be in the British figure skating team” Jungkook finally breaks the silence and you nod, looking at him a little surprised.

“How’d you know?” “I looked you up on Instagram” he answers with a teasing tone, like, duh he looked you up on Instagram.

“How are your injuries?” he asks, surprising you again. Sure, you make a long post to announce your injuries, but you didn’t expect him to bring it up.

“They’re there” you answer and he gives you a sympathetic smile as he opens the door to his room.

“Congratulations on signing with Ferrari” you shout as you walk away from him, he turns around, his big bambi eyes looking around with terror.

“Shhhh!!!! how’d you know?” he says very seriously only, making you giggle as you open your room diagonal to him.

“I have my ways” you say with a small smile and he looks away shyly. 

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[casimirt]

Dear Readers,

These are my top 10 images from Good Omens scenes. Not necessarily my favourite scenes, just stills from the show in general. The lighting, poses, expressions- everything! Such glorious directing and camera work. Truly wonderful.

[spanishsenpai]

Daycare Attendants Need Training Too

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Mini Chapter - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 -  Chapter 6 -  Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9

Hey everyone!!!! I know it's been forever but all my glorious motivation for writing self destructed haha. I'm trying to get it back, so that's how we got this chapter! I really want to finish this story and though I don't know how many more chapters will be left, I think we're a little over halfway through.

Anyways, thank you so much for sticking around!!! The fact that y'all like this story idea so much is a big part of the reason I want to finish the story! Please enjoy the chapter!

Here’s the AO3 link if you’d rather read it there!

Now faced with the training that had been making Sun miserable for the past few days, Moon couldn’t help but feel nervous. He didn’t let any of it show in his movements though. Instead, he chose to focus on the fact that Sun was getting a well deserved break from this misery. It was only fair after all and the justification helped ease him somewhat.

As a soon to be role model for children and friend to Sun, doing what was right was important.

“Even though we are a few days early, we’ve already put together your schedule,” Mrs. Beverly snapped. Behind her the other technicians were rapidly typing and swiping as they pulled up this new itinerary. “As you should know, your basic duties are quite similar to Sun’s. Recite some to me now.”

Even having watched her through Sun’s eyes, being given her direct attention was a little, he hated to admit, intimidating. “Keep the children safe. Cover the security desk at all times. Verify everyone who enters and exits the daycare-”

“That’s enough,” she interrupted. “Now what are your specific duties?”

Moon had had plenty of time to look over his special programming. Since Sun was their default setting, everything about him was general information that Moon needed to memorize. “I initiate naptime protocols when the lights dim. This includes preparing sleeping placements, storytime, and handing out Moondrops as needed. During closing, I connect to various cameras throughout the Pizza Plex as I conduct security checks until morning.” His voice lacked any emotion as he spoke to her. She wasn’t deserving of the cheeriness he’d reserved for the children.

Mrs. Beverly nodded in approval. Moon’s main job wasn’t going to be dealing with children very often, so Sun was their main priority. Whatever Moon was programmed to do with intruders after hours wasn’t her focus. Since both personalities in the Daycare Attendant had separate muscle memories, going over Moon’s reflexes would be their first step. 

“This may seem familiar to you,” she started. The technicians had already taken their places. “We shall start with basic daycare management. Go stand in front of the bridge.”

Moon could guess what she wanted to do and dread immediately flowed through him. Was it worse to know there was no winning Mrs. Beverly’s games rather than hope you could? He couldn’t think of the answer before he arrived at his spot. 

‘We can still switch, Moon.’

‘Everything will be fine. Let me handle this.’

Sun’s anxiety was so strong, Moon could feel trying to take over his own thoughts. 

“Keeping this daycare clean and safe is only one of your tasks. I expect you to perform especially well.” Mrs. Beverly’s cold voice interrupted his worries. 

‘And so it begins,’ Moon thought to himself.

“Start now.”

The red warning came and Moon was off. While Sun was quite the gymnast as he moved, Moon was more akin to a spider as he used the playground walls to propel him to places faster as he ran around. Yet, even with how quickly he was moving, he’d only managed to clean two messes before multiple red warnings were coming in. As soon as he saw the build up, he knew what to expect. 

Still, his first shock stopped him in his tracks as he yelped. The already sore joints he was working with seemed to force themselves into their curled positions. Just like Sun’s first shock it was over as quickly as it started, though the state of their shared body made it harder for Moon to right himself as quickly. This is what Sun had been feeling for days and it was much worse than Moon had prepared himself for. The training wasn’t going to be as easy to get through as he’d hoped. From Sun’s experience, he knew that Mrs. Beverly didn’t like to be kept waiting though. Another shock so soon wouldn’t help his situation at all. 

‘Moon! I’m so sorry! I - I’ll take over now!’ Came Sun’s frantic thoughts.

There wasn’t time or energy Moon could spare to respond. He stood again and ran for the next mess to clean. He was better prepared for the next shock that came. All he let out was a grunt as he faltered for a moment. He happened to catch the look on Mrs. Beverly’s face as she pressed that button. The corner of her lips were quirked in the slightest hint of a smirk. 

At the first hint of some satisfaction from their pain, Moon’s anger flared hotter than it had before in his short time awake. The pain, though continuously stiffening his joints, was pushed aside in his sudden need to prove her wrong. She would feel so stupid if Moon managed to beat her game. Her superiority would be shaken if Moon managed the impossible feat.

He flexed his fingers and kept going.

Mrs. Beverly’s game was unchanged in its difficulty though and as Moon continued to get shocked, his speed and agility fell too far behind to even try keeping up. Frustration at his body not moving as fluidly as he wanted filled him with each stumble and flounder. Sun made this look so easy and, dare he admit it, graceful, even when he was struggling. 

When her voice called “Stop” Moon collapsed on one knee. His trembling fingers found the fabric of his pants as the terrible ache moved through his body. Up and down his spine and arms was the steady thrum of the overexerted wires that let him experience pain.

“For all the eagerness you presented to be a part of this training, you’ve failed to meet my expectations. Even worse, what little was done could hardly be called presentable,” Mrs. Beverly said as she walked towards his knelt form. 

Carl suddenly piped up. “Well, for having a first run of the body, I’d say he did pretty good.”

He received a raised eyebrow as his only response. 

“Yes, well, there will be much more to do to get even further adjusted. This daycare will not be left to a sloppy attendant.”

Moon stood as she spoke, slowly straightening up to hopefully ease some of the ache. He could still feel the buzzing concern Sun was projecting but his counterpart had decided to stay quiet for now. Moon was thankful for it so he could focus. Using their physical body like this was a lot different than his cartoon one. He allowed himself to feel a bit of pride that he’d been able to move so fast without any kind of warm up. 

“We’ll break for lunch and return to this . . . mess in an hour,” Mrs. Beverly announced. 

No one hesitated to leave. The technicians were crowded in a flock as they wrote down their notes and discussed their findings. Carl spared Moon one last look over his shoulder before he joined the others outside the daycare.

An artificial sign escaped Moon as he slowly sank down to lay against the padded floor. He’d been expecting another impossible task but some rest was a much better surprise. His back was surprisingly against laying down but Moon ignored it in favor of stretching out and really getting a chance to feel how this body moved. 

‘Moon? I can take over now! You can take a break!’ Sun called. He hated watching Moon be shocked. It should've been him taking this pain. Moon’s frustrations with their body weren’t totally familiar to Sun since he’d taken his wake up functions like a newborn took to crying. It was just natural. He wasn’t entirely sure why Moon was stumbling so much, but guilt settled in that maybe it was because of the shocks Sun had been receiving through the week. 

“No, I’m alright Sun. I’m just . . . figuring out our body.” Moon could tell Sun was guilty but this was their role. Moon was determined to share this burden. “It moves differently from the one I made in our head,” he continued. “Maybe it's a blessing I switched with you today so I could get some extra practice in with using our physical one.”

‘I - I guess so.’ Sun still didn't sound totally happy but Moon did make a good point. Sun wanted to be the best Attendant they could be! ‘Well, other than the new body, how does it feel being out here for so long?’

“It’s interesting. Our synthetic nerves pick up a lot more sensation than I thought they would. I didn’t know what silk felt like but after touching our pants, I do. I like it,” Moon mused.

Sun excitedly jumped into this topic since it had been something he’d noticed too. Comparing what they could do to humans, they had many features to help them connect with kids. Even better, their mind cataloged it all so Sun could revisit it anytime he liked! Such as all the new colors he’d gotten to see. He couldn’t wait to draw with the children when the daycare opened. 

When Ms. Beverly came back, Moon stiffly resumed the training from before. Both Attendants were surprised when Ms. Beverly cut the training short after only a couple hours and declared they were done for the day. 

“I’m sure you know the consequences of failing your tasks. Besides, we don’t have your full training set up yet,” was her reasoning. 

“Thank goodness,” Moon sighed after she left, “Security mode was eating up our charge.”

‘Does that mean you want to switch back now?’

“Unless you know how to turn the lights off.”

Sun was quiet for a moment. ‘Shouldn’t we have a switch for that in here somewhere?’

Moon straightened, putting a hand to his chin in thought. “Yeah, we should. Let’s go charge and we can look through our settings together. Maybe not moving for a while will give our circuits a chance to stop aching.”

Sun cheered as Moon, after a few tries, called the wire to go back to their room.

[allthelittlecreepycrawlies]

SangYao Fluff and Stuff Ideas, Part Three

I saw a Pokemon AU illustration that had Meng Yao being befriended by a lone Ditto, and let me also submit that he ends up with a Mimikyu, a Trubbish, a Cubone, a Yamask (that may or may not have been spawned from his mother's death). He also somehow befriends a Luxray, which people are suspicious of because it seems far too elegant for him.

Anyway, he meets Huaisang when he finds the other boy cheerfully petting the Trubbish without being grossed out at all.

It's weird. People don’t do that.

Then he sees a Crobat and a Swoobat among the flock of bird pokemon surrounding Huaisang and oh, now he understands.

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San-zun and Sang Fusion AU!

Nobody expects the SangYao (romantic) pairing to be as stable as it is, except for the two of them.

They’re surprised by the stability of the Nie Bro fusion, too.

NieLan (also romantic) is a little wobbly, but can hold.

XiYao unfuse almost immediately because Jin Guangyao absolutely does not want Lan Xichen to know his thoughts.

NieYao unfuse almost immediately because of mutual animosity (and the same problem as above).

XiSang is extremely wobbly and awkward and eventually falls apart in about half an hour.

San-zun is a ✨glorious mess✨ before falling apart after forty-five seconds, but when they add Huaisang to the mix, they surprisingly manage to keep together for about ten minutes before destabilizing.

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Assassins and spies au, with Huaisang seeking to root out and kill an enemy spymaster and Meng Yao trying to track down and eliminate an enemy assassin.

Huaisang wanted a normal childhood growing up, but when a murder attempt leaves their father dead and Mingjue in a coma, his mothers and the other heads of the family begin training him to keep his older brother alive at all costs. 

And that includes "waste disposal."

On the other side, Meng Yao has been "hired" (read: indentured) by his politician father with the safety of his mother hanging over his head. 

His father wants him to use that impeccable memory and sharp organizational skills to find out who's been killing all the operatives and lowlives sent to wipe out any obstacles to his ambitions. 

Neither of them knows who the other is, and when they first cross paths, it's in a completely neutral setting at a charity gala. 

Meng Yao can tell there's more to Huaisang than the airheaded bit of fluff his father described, and Huaisang can tell that Meng Yao is doing a lot more than just keeping the party going. 

But they like that about each other. 

(And now the game of Tag starts.)

Meng Yao quickly figures out that, in direct opposition to his father's beliefs, there is only one person behind the kills, and they've managed to make it look like more by varying their methods and staying out of camera sight. 

He's actually somewhat impressed.

Huaisang notices when the attempts on his brother and his brother's friends become much more organized. Detailed. Someone's actually putting effort into these plans now, not just going for the first opportunity. 

If it weren't for the threat to his brother, it would be thrilling.

They want to find each other. 

And maybe not just for the sake of their positions. 

It's been a long time since either of them has had fun.

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Timeline where Meng Yao never made it back to Yunping after being rejected by his father because he got snapped up in a Wen border raid. 

He manages to impress the local captain enough to be assigned work instead of killed, and eventually winds up in the palace where he catches the attention of no less than Wen Ruohan, who, like in canon, has him start designing torture implements. He doesn't necessarily enjoy it, but a job's a job and he does it well.

At some point, there is an influx of prisoners, meaning Wen Ruohan has started to make good on his threat to consolidate power, but that's none of Meng Yao's business. He builds things and takes notes on whether or not there's any useful information to be gleaned from the screaming, that's all.

Then one day Wen Ruohan offhandedly tells him that in appreciation for all his hard work, there's a gift waiting for him in his room.

...

That sounds sus.

Meng Yao braces himself for whatever he might find, but still nearly has a heart attack when he pushes open his door to find a half-conscious young man about his size and in the colors of the Nie sect tied to one of his bedposts.

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Hanahaki au where Meng Yao tells Nie Huaisang that once he's been recognized and their stations aren't so different, then it will be safe to have a relationship, and whether true or a lie, this is enough to quell the flowers.

And then months after Meng Yao has left, he begins coughing them up again.

Oh.

When the war has ended and he sees Qin Su at the victory banquet, sees the way they look at each other, Nie Huaisang has never felt more like an idiot in his life.

He quietly excuses himself to bed, ignoring his brother's look of concern, and after spending the whole night choking up peonies, he sends a letter to the only surgeon in Qinghe qualified to remove the roots, asking for the first available opening.

Some would call it cowardice, but he doesn't care. He has no desire to be a homewrecker, nor die for someone who's happy with another.

Better to forget. 

Nie Huaisang demands (begs) that Da-ge not hold a grudge on his behalf because he's seen how Nie Mingjue's relationship with Jin Guangyao is on thin ice and he doesn't want to be a catalyst.

Nie Mingjue agrees not to pick fights about it, but that doesn't mean he forgives. In his mind, his baby brother needlessly suffered for a broken promise. 

Years later, as he is coughing up blood from Shoyue buried in his chest, Jin Guangyao looks past Lan Xichen into Nie Huaisang’s expression of cold fury and remembers a terrified boy trying to stammer out a confession through tears and the flowers and blood spilling from his mouth. 

Oh.

(How ironic that had Nie Huaisang not given up the flowers and memories, he might have hesitated. But because Jin Guangyao was only a friendly acquaintance, not the love of his life, he threw himself wholeheartedly into revenge.)

When he's finally slotted back into reincarnation, JGY is cursed to inevitably remember that first lifetime. Over the centuries, he occasionally runs into the others, just enough times to be aware that he's the only one who remembers.

But he never once crosses paths with the Nies until his 12th life, after he has already wandered far away from Langya.

He sees Nie Mingjue first, a teenager of about 15 and already as tall as him. Expecting a very small Nie Huaisang to follow, he is stunned to see a young man instead.

(The interruption to the cycle caused them to switch places)

This Nie Huaisang is 21 to Jin Guangyao's 19 and his brother's 15, and he's just as pretty as Jin Guangyao remembers.

His chest tightens painfully and his throat locks up. Quickly making his escape to a bathroom, he coughs a handful of mulberry flowers.

Oh.

Oh shit.

(But this time, they'll get the happy ending. He knows better now.)

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Nie Mingjue's murder/the Jin sect having demonic cultivator grad students hiding among them gets discovered early (before Nie Huaisang would have found it out by himself) and it turns out that because Jin Guangyao and Mo Xuanyu always knew their father would throw them under the bus, they worked very hard to keep their stories consistent so that that neither would accidentally incriminate them both. 

Between the two of them, they manage to convince Nie Huaisang and the rest of the jianghu that they weren't that involved, and what they did do (like the body theft) was at the coercive demands of their father, whose history of very public derision and abuse of them both only makes him look worse.

Huaisang is still broken hearted and angry and scared, but now has both brothers directing him to a more obvious target

There were plenty of witnesses who saw him cradling his brother's ward-bound head in agonizing grief, his tragic ingenue image is imprinted on the jianghu, so nobody argues when Jin Guangshan is warded into a house in exile.

And when he turns up dead months later (after Jin Guangyao so very gently offering the metaphorical knife to Nie Huaisang and framing it as a way for all of them to heal from what Jin Guangshan put them through), pretty much everyone shrugs and says he deserved it. 

While Nie Huaisang hasn't necessarily forgiven them, The Jinsibs’ very earnest promises to start making amends by helping him search for the pieces of his brother (Mo Xuanyu genuinely doesn't know where they were hidden and will be the one actually going out searching, so that adds to the authenticity) saves them from the brunt of his wrath. 

The only thing left for Nie Huaisang is to put his brother back to rest, and he can't even really participate in that until all the pieces are found since he has to stay close to the "collection" because he's the only person Nie Mingjue is guaranteed not to attack.

He's stuck in this hazy cycle of grief and purpose with only his husband and the occasional intervention of Lan Xichen or Mo Xuanyu's return visits to keep him from shattering completely.

[anotherblblog]

Moonlight Chicken Blurbs

Cheating McChicken Moonlight Chicken thoughts

Mix is beautiful

Earth playing a near 40 yo is objectively hilarious

Gemini and Fourth really have ~*~ it ~*~

Mark Pakin continues to be an mvp and the Mark Pakin renaissance is glorious

the doors that ITSAY opened, like modern Thai BLs are really standing on ITSAY’s shoulder and it’s great to see gmmtv stepping up massively

ok so thoughts as of episode 3

ah so Mix is working for the people who might tear down the diner, drama

I really thought/wondered if Jim would hook up with Gaipa out of spite/loneliness/feelings because of Wen

Alan has arrived, like well done on the show for having such a well defined structurally absent character. I guess both internal things like the phone charger and notes and also external things like having Khao and First in the same series

the camera pan from Heart revealing Li Ming in bed with him was cute

Gaipa’s mom, I really like her 

it doesn’t matter but I wonder how long Gaipa has had interest and softly pursued Jim and if there was ever a point of Gaipa trying something more direct, seems he’s never been more direct based of Gaipa’s mom’s comment but I still wonder

if Jim’s last dude cheated on him, Jim is likely not gonna take kindly to his entanglement with Wen

I expect Heart’s parents are gonna come back and be the big obstacle to Li Ming and Heart

Heart’s parents and the note under the door was sad af

like it doesn’t matter because of the lived in-ness of the series but I do wonder how Saleng and Gaipa met Jim and started their relationships

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 2: Direct Interview

Narrated by the agent.

~~

Three hours later...

~~

Dodora: So, what do you think?

Narrator: The exquisite makeup only enhances her natural sweet looks.

Agent: You look gorgeous, superstar! Well worth the 3 hour appointment with the hairdresser.

Agent: Right dear, let's go over the things we need to pay attention to during the interview. Like the campaign, your background...

Dodora: Stop.

Narrator: Dodora raises her index finger.

Dodora: Don't you worry, I'll improvise! This is not my first pageant, you know.

Narrator: The Cicia Idol Contest that Dodora is about to enter is the entertainment event of the year.

Narrator: All of Miraland can catch a glimpse of Cicia's vibrancy and splendor through this kaleidoscope.

Narrator: The venue is ready. The interview will start after a brief photo shoot.

Narrator: It's her first interview representing Dodora Studio.

Narrator: I stand aside and observe her glorious self in the spotlight.

Narrator: I've been a fan since her debut. I've kept every piece of handmade memorabilia from her.

Narrator: I still remember her warm smile when she handed it to me.

Narrator: She was kind and warm, not at all like how the media portrayed her.

Narrator: I chose to stay with her because she was one-of-a-kind. She just needed a bit of time.

Narrator: And in the time I've spent with her since, she's proven that her image in the eyes of her fans will never change.

Narrator: An idol always stays the course, regardless of adversity.

Narrator: After the shoot, Dodora takes her seat in front of the reporter and the camera with an easy smile.

Dodora: Hey! I'll be happy to answer any questions you have.

Narrator: The red light blinks on, and the reporter picks up the mic.

Dodora: Uh, just a sec!

Agent: What's wrong?

Narrator: The whole place goes quiet.

Dodora: Before I answer any questions, could I have some snacks, please?

Dodora: I was so caught up in prepping for the interview, I forgot to grab breakfast. If I don't get some sweets, my blood sugar might get too low.

Narrator: A sigh of relief makes its way around the room as the staff hurriedly delivers a few desserts. Then the interview starts.

Reporter: You got 8% of the votes when you campaigned, competing against the Queen. What do you think of that?

Dodora: Queen Lilith is a gorgeous and fantastic lady. I'm very happy that I even got 8%.

Dodora: Not to mention, I'm a fan of Queen Lilith, and I support her all the way!

Reporter: What about the supposed leak on your background online?

Agent: Let me answer this.

Agent: Unfortunately, we cannot reveal too much about Dodora's background. As for the rumors online, we hope that everyone will ignore them and instead focus on Dodora's work.

Dodora: That is correct. I don't want to put my family in the limelight.

Dodora: I hope everyone will pay attention to my performance and appearance instead. I won't let you down.

Narrator: The interview quickly reaches the final question.

Reporter So, what plans do you have for the near future?

Dodora: Well, I'm sure everyone's heard the rumors...

Dodora: And the rumors are true! I'm going to run for this year's Cicia Idol!

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

[thealmightyemprex]

MI movie retrospective:Mission Impossible

Mission Impossible is one of the most beloved action franchises ....And I havent seen any of them .Like I have seen bits and pieces on TV ,and with this first one I knew some spoilers ,but I am going into this series blind .I did consider watching a few episodes of the TV Show....But halfway through an episode I felt that wasnt really necesarry

In this 1996 film Ethan Hunt (Tom Cruise),a agent for the IMF ends up the survivor of a mission gone wrong and is suspected of being a mole ,thus seeks to find the real mole

I liked it...But just liked it .Unfortunately ...I knew whoi the mole was ,it was spoiled for me ,and usually spoilers dont bother me but honestly this one kind of impacted how I viewed the film ,and without saying who it is ,I didnt like the villain .I'll also say two of the key actors,Tom Cruise and Jon Voight are actors are performers I am neutral on ,and considering Cruise is playing the lead and Voight is playing the TV shows lead Jim Phelps who is Ethans mentor.....I was so underwhelmed by them .Maybe its due to how big of a star he is in hindsight but I feel Cruise was kind of the worng fir for an anonymous spy who was "Trained to be a ghost" and is intially treated as just one of an ensamble .Also I am of two minds on the final action scene cause on one hand in 1996 I imagine it was thrilling ,but the effects havent held up great.I also didnt give a damn about Claire who hads kind of a will they wont they with Ethan

OK I know I am coming across as grumpy ,I actually did like a lot in this movie.Brian De Palmas direction is glorious,very strange giving a good sense of tension and unease.The two best scenes are of course the scene where Ethan has to break into a computer room while being suspended from the cieling ,but the scene I loved was right after the job went bad,Ethan meets with his supperior in a cafe,and he starts putting together that it was a mole hunt and they think he is a mole,the camera work is stunning .The supporting cast is FRIGGIN brillaint,I am excited that Ving Rhymes is a regular for these movies cause as the hacker Luther he was a scene stealer .Jean Reno is always a plus,Henry Czerny is nice and weasilly,and Emilo Estvez is solid in his brief screen time .BEst cast member has to be Vanessa Redgrave as an ARMS DEALER ,she is just such a perfect yet outside the box choice ,and she has a charisma that makes me wish she was the main villain cause of the villains she is my favorite .Danny Elfmans score also rocks

Overals its a good thriller but I am surprised it has gone on to be a mega franchise.NOt a favorite,but its good,do reccomend

@ariel-seagull-wings @amalthea9 @angelixgutz @the-blue-fairie @themousefromfantasyland @marquisedemasque @princesssarisa @filmcityworld1 @theancientvaleofsoulmaking @scarletblumburtonofeastlondon

[glb206]

An April 1st short story made possible by the GLB-206 community. Directed by Executive Producer Andy Froglog. Link Directory: Lore and Application

PART ONE

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A young troll stands in their respiteblock. It just so happens that today, the 1 bilunar perigee of the silliest month, is the day of this young wriggling day. Though it was nine solar sweeps ago they were hatched, it is only today they will be given a life!

==> Enter Name.

None of these names are good for a troll to have, and will unfortunately get them bullied at the exiling center. The daunting knowledge of this hangs over his head. He stares at the cameras to plead for a life better than this one.

But unfortunately, since artificial intelligence took over the empire*, this choice is up to no one. Our troll anxiously awaits his government assigned name.

*Artificial intelligence and its hostile takeover of the empire exists only in the April First Timeline. The actual GLB-206, to the perception of trolls who have not been trapped in the liminal dimension that makes up April First, has been protected from its far reach.

Your name is RASCAL FLATEN, as was just decided. It is your wriggling day! Which means you will be exiling to start your new life on the glorious GLB-206. It's a momentous day, one that makes you extra glad you put that reinforced fourth wall in your block. It really helps block the horrid voices who run your life until you can concentrate more.

What you do like to concentrate on, is your passion for SNOWBOARDING, though it will sadly be impossible in space. You have SO MANY TEETH AND SO MANY FINS, and it makes all your peers jealous. You have several vials of TEAL BLOOD that you've collected over the sweeps, and you're not quite sure why. Your friends call you…. a bit SKANKY, but it doesnt matter because youre TALL AS SIN, so it works for you.

Your lusus is a small GERBIL or maybe a sentient piece of lint that follows you around. Either way its A MIRACLE you haven't died.

Soon, you will choose a job, but for now, you are still in your hive.

What will you do?

==>

==> RASCAL: Bust it down

Get jiggy with it, even. Drop on the deck and flop like a fish. You spend some time with some impromptu dancing.

==> RASCAL: Careful with Your Lusus

You're always careful around that sick bastard.

==> RASCAL: Retrieve Arms from Chest

Unfortunately, your block has never had much décor. The sparse thing keeps production costs down.

Where should you look for the Chest?

[byneddiedingo]

Henry Daniell and Greta Garbo in Camille (George Cukor, 1936) Cast: Greta Garbo, Robert Taylor, Henry Daniell, Lionel Barrymore, Laura Hope Crews, Jessie Ralph, Lenore Ulric, Rex O'Malley, Elizabeth Allan. Screenplay: Zoe Akins, Frances Marion, James Hilton, based on a novel and play by Alexandre Dumas fils. Cinematography: William H. Daniels, Karl Freund. Art direction: Cedric Gibbons, Fredric Hope, Edwin B. Willis. Music: Herbert Stothart. Costume design: Adrian. MGM was notoriously a producers' studio, a factory system in which the director was rarely allowed to stand out as the guiding influence on a movie. But somehow out of MGM's producer-driven concentration on high style in sets and costumes, and above all on the production of "more stars than there are in the heavens," George Cukor managed to emerge as one of the great directors. He did it in part by his ability to elicit definitive performances from actresses like Katharine Hepburn and Joan Crawford -- and later Judy Holliday and Judy Garland -- but most especially from Greta Garbo in Camille. Garbo's Marguerite Gautier is one of the great creations by an actress in the movies, but the remarkable thing about Camille is that Cukor is able to keep her performance from swamping the film. He remembers that there is an ensemble to work with that includes not only such formidable scene-stealers as Lionel Barrymore and Laura Hope Crews, but also a raw, untrained leading man, Robert Taylor. It's to Cukor's credit that Taylor holds up as well as he does against a luminous presence like Garbo, though it's perhaps to Garbo's credit that she makes us believe Marguerite is so profoundly infatuated with a man who has nothing but good looks to work with. Though Camille was always destined to be The Greta Garbo Show, Cukor makes her part of a very entertaining whole. He manages to modulate Barrymore's usual camera-hogging and turn him into a credible concerned paterfamilias -- in fact, Cukor directed two of the few Barrymore performances I really find myself enjoying, the other being Mr. Peggotty in David Copperfield (1935). He tames another performance that could have got out of hand in Henry Daniell's arrogant Baron de Varville, though he might have reined in Daniell's attempt to turn the French baron into an English upperclass ass: Daniell lays on the r-tapping (e.g., "veddy" for "very") a little heavily, and when he's asked if he wants to dine replies, "Ai'm not hungreh." Which brings us back to Garbo, who is glorious from her febrile first moment, clutching the camellias as if they were life itself slipping away, to her last, a death scene that has never been equaled. Garbo knew that the best performances are the most "actressy," the ones that transcend realism, that throw down a challenge to other actresses: Top this if you can. It's a knowledge demonstrated by many others, from Bette Davis and Joan Crawford to Jessica Lange and Meryl Streep. (Jennifer Lawrence shows signs of learning it, too.) Call it camp if you will, label them divas if you want, but the movies would be poorer without it.

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MGM was notoriously a producers' studio, a factory system in which the director was rarely allowed to stand out as the guiding influence on a movie. But somehow out of MGM's producer-driven concentration on high style in sets and costumes, and above all on the promotion of "more stars than there are in the heavens," George Cukor managed to emerge as one of the great directors. He did it in part by his ability to elicit definitive performances from actresses like Katharine Hepburn and Joan Crawford -- and later Judy Holliday and Judy Garland -- but most especially from Greta Garbo in Camille. Garbo's Marguerite Gautier is of course one of the great creations by an actress in the movies, but the remarkable thing about Camille is that Cukor is able to keep her performance from swamping the film. He remembers that there is an ensemble to work with that includes not only such formidable scene-stealers as Lionel Barrymore and Laura Hope Crews, but also a raw, untrained leading man, Robert Taylor. It's to Cukor's credit that Taylor holds up as well as he does against a luminous presence like Garbo, though it's perhaps to Garbo's credit that she makes us believe Marguerite is so profoundly infatuated with a man who has nothing but good looks to work with. Though Camille was always destined to be The Greta Garbo Show, Cukor makes her part of a very entertaining whole. He manages to modulate Lionel Barrymore's usual camera-hogging and turn him into a credible concerned paterfamilias -- in fact, Cukor directed two of the few Barrymore performances I really find myself enjoying, the other being Mr. Peggotty in David Copperfield (1935). He tames another performance that could have got out of hand in Henry Daniell's arrogant Baron de Varville, though he might have reined in Daniell's attempt to turn the French baron into an English upperclass ass: Daniell lays on the r-tapping (e.g., "veddy" for "very") a little heavily, and when he's asked if he wants to dine replies, "Ai'm not hungreh." Which brings us back to Garbo, who is glorious from her febrile first moment, clutching the camellias as if they were life itself slipping away, to her last, a death scene that has never been equaled. Garbo knew that the best performances are the most "actressy," the ones that transcend realism, that throw down a challenge to other actresses: Top this if you can. It's a knowledge demonstrated by many others, from Bette Davis and Joan Crawford to Jessica Lange and Meryl Streep. (Jennifer Lawrence shows signs of learning it, too.) Call it camp if you will, label them divas if you want, but the movies would be poorer without it.

GRETA GARBO in CAMILLE — 1936, dir. George Cukor