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Inspired to write a short Martha & Annie scene by this song that almost made me cry in the middle of class once. <3 

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Words: 1′498

Characters: Annie Hogarth, Martha Puck

Setting: Outside Foundling Creek, 1900-1901

Rating: PG? There’s some language. 

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Annie stopped at once on the edge of the dirt road, throwing the beaten-up Gladstone bag at her boots and rubbing her cheeks, fingers of her gloves rough on tender skin. Out ahead, the road rolled over a few short, grass hills before turning another corner, much like the one she’d just passed. 

Behind her, nothing could be seen of the town, save the narrow spire of the church on the hill, poking up through the colours of the treetops. She stared back at it for a moment, sniffed and dropped down, sitting atop the bag like an overstuffed cushion at the side of the road. 

She stayed there a moment, watching the dirt, only peering up for a moment when the sound of hooves and wheels came up the road at her right. But once she saw the single morgan horse round the corner, she dropped her head again, pulling the felt hood of her cloak down over her eyes. 

Hearing the two-wheeler halt up the road from her, she kept her head down, even as she heard the driver’s soft murmuring voice to the horse– and the crunch of feet dropping down onto dirt and gravel. A few steps, a pause. 

“Annie?” Martha’s voice was gentle as a cupped hand, but scornful as a mother’s. “Annie, what the hell are you doing?” 

Annie lifted up tired eyes.

Martha stood in the center of the road, dressed in that lovely autumnal suit that matched the skin of a baked apple, making her look warm, sweet, and comforting. It was as if everything she did, she did in calculation. Annie turned her head away. 

“What’s it look like?” 

“Well,” she said. “You are terrible at it. Plenty of people saw you leaving. You walked right past my brother with that big bag. Where did you get that?” 

“Your damned appraiser. It’s shite; handle’s broken clean off.” 

“So that’s it? You’re leaving? On foot, without a word?”

Annie stayed quiet. 

“Where will you go?” 

“Don’t know yet.” 

“There’s no plan, then?” Martha’s voice became taught. “You simply need to get away. From what? From me, Annie?” 

“It’s not about you,” Annie lied sternly enough to believe it, picking herself back up. She dared glance back to where Martha stood, but the dour sting in her eyes was too sharp for Annie to linger in. 

“How am I to believe that? Last night–” 

She cut off, her voice going fragile, curling into itself. 

“--You talked to me. You held me and it didn’t feel as though you were looking around for a way to escape. I thought I’d finally gotten through to you after trying and waiting, letting you come to me like a spooked horse!” 

“It’s not about last night!” This also hit her gut like a lie, like lead, but in truth she wasn’t sure. “I just have to go, Martha. I don’t fit here.” 

“Why not? You could stay and be a pet for the Fossers for a decade, what about my home is so inhospitable to you?” 

“What can I offer you lot?” Annie asked. “Can’t read or write, awful shot, none too bright, me needlework's shoddy, I ain't Scavenger material– I'd be screaming my bleedin' head off if a twig snapped out there… I–" 

"That doesn't mean a thing," Martha cut her off. "I want you here." 

"What about when you don't?" Annie finally, truly met her eye. "I can't just hope you're gonna think me pretty enough or interesting enough forever. What about when you tire of me? Or when you've squeezed all me secrets out? What if my teeth falls out? Or me hair, and the poorest bastard wouldn’t touch me? Hm?" 

"Why would..?" 

"Y'never know!" She walked a full spin, giving herself a moment to blot her eye on her sleeve before turning back around. 

Martha sighed. "Annie…" 

"Don't pout at me so," she grumbled back. "What if you become so cross with me? I bumble, ruin everything so badly that you hate me now? You can't ever look at me like a good thing ever again? What will I do?" 

"What if I do?" 

Annie shook her head. "Won't be the same. You got a place; you'll always have a place. You've plenty folks want you here, I just got you and what if, one day, you just don't?

Martha glared a moment, her lip fighting to stay steady. Then, at once, she put her arms up. 

"Fine," she said, stamping back to the carriage and for a quick, icy cold moment, Annie thought it was done, but then Martha ducked her head behind the dashboard and tugged loose a second bag from beneath the seat, bringing it back to shove into Annie's arms. 

"What's this?" Annie asked, weighing it in her arms. It was a pretty carpet bag of orange and red, and hefty to hold. 

"Your clothes, bit of food, a proper pistol. I noticed you'd abandoned half the gifts I gave to you, so I went and fetched them. Figured you needn’t insult me on your way out. Hm?"

"They wouldn't fit in…" 

"Hence the bag." Martha slapped a gloved hand atop of it. "You’re welcome. Merry travels, wish you well." 

Annie popped the snap as Martha turned her back again. The clothes lay crammed on top, sloppily packed last. 

At the very surface, the nightgown she'd very intentionally left. She pinched the collar Martha had embroidered between her fingers, feeling the bump of the sunflower's disk. 

Everything she did, she did in calculation.

"Martha!" she called, uncertain where in her body it came from. 

"You will take it. All of it. I don’t care if you lose it or you're robbed for it, you'll take it." 

"No, Martha." 

Annie followed a few steps after her, until Martha whipped around, stopping her dead. 

"What do you want from me?" she asked shrilly. "Do you want me to be terrible? To stop you? Tell you that– that I am the daughter of Sally Puck and I forbid you to go?" 

She pushed back her hat as the brim began to slip down over her face.

"Because I'll do it. I forbid you." Her voice cracked. "I very selfishly want you to stay. You're the only thing that has helped me bear this horrible sadness that's in my home, in my family… in me! I don't want you to go!" 

"But Martha, that's–" 

"No! I don't want you to go!" She stamped her foot like a child, pushing her hat back once more and fumbling with the pin which had shifted and stuck out at an odd angle. 

"God… damned hat!" She tore it painfully from her head, tossing it down for the wind to catch and sweep it into one of the low, roadside bushes. 

"Martha, your hat." Annie sucked her teeth and put the bag on the ground to chase after it. 

"Leave it," Martha called. 

Annie ignored her, gently freeing the hat from brambles and plucking a twig from the velvet. 

As she walked back, Martha had her arms around herself. A wide band of hair had ripped free in her outburst and now the breeze blew it across her pained frown. 

Annie returned to her, kindly tucking the loose strand behind her ear and placing the hat back atop her head as Martha grinned hold of her shoulders. 

"I don't want you to go," she croaked. 

Annie shook her head, meeting Martha's eyes, blue and heartbreaking and unfair to her. She took her face in her hands, so her thumbs could brush away the tears from her cheeks. 

"I don't want to go." 

"Don't go." 

"I won't." 

They kissed each other a few times over, through sobbing breaths as their voices stammered. 

"I'm sorry, Martha." 

"No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Just– just come home with me? Please come home." 

"I will, I will." 

She held her face close to hers for as long as she seemed to need it, letting the atmosphere quiet to the hush of leaves blowing over long-grasses. A moment more, outliving the distant clang of the church bell, the impatient stomping of Tally on the gravel. All the while, Martha kept her eyes closed, the center of her brow nicked, when Annie urged her cheek into her cupped palm, she solemnly leaned into the touch, blowing a drawn-out breath. 

“Are you about ready?” Annie eventually asked. 

Martha kept her eyes closed. “Will you just try again another day?” 

She shook her head. “If I’m thinking of being stupid again, I’ll let you know, alright?” 

“You’d better.”

Annie laughed, and Martha let her eyes blink open with a tight-pressed smile. Annie pulled her head close to kiss it once more, then started in a backwards step to retrieve her bags, holding a finger up in thought. 

“Was– was I given a shoddy bag on purpose, you think?”

“Very likely. I am quite loved here.” 

Annie scoffed, shaking her head as she turned away. 

[cacoetheswriting]

honesty: the music video

pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x popstar!fem!reader word count: 2.3k summary: after a long day on set, you can't wait to get it on with your costar.

content warnings: 18+, minors dni: mature themes, literally smut with a minor plot, established relationship, unprotected p in v, overstimulation, praise kink, dom-ish eddie, adult language, heavy use of pet names, mentions of aftercare — if i missed anything in this chapter, pls let me know!

celebrity skin. masterlist <- part of this lil' universe, but can totally be read as a stand-alone. timeline wise, this takes place somewhere after part 3 and before end part 5.

“We want it to be sexy.”

“But not too sexy.”

“Revealing.”

“But not too revealing.”

“Sounds like you guys don’t know what you want,” Eddie chimes in, interrupting the back and forth of your respective teams.

You stifle a giggle.

“That’s ‘cause of the two distinct styles,” someone from your team clarifies, “We wanna be respectful.”

“For sure,” one of the creatives on the Corroded Coffin side agrees. There’s a short pause. “We will have you two kiss at the end, though.”

At that, Eddie smirks. He looks at you from across the table and you could just about melt right there, blood rushing to your face, warming your cheeks.

“That won’t be a problem,” he says confidently and winks.

-

Honesty was a guaranteed hit. Top of the charts. Everybody that’s been so far involved in the project said it. They praised it. From the bass, drums, to the guitar and vocals. The production value was off the scale. A dream arrangement that would stand the test of time.

All the song needed was a music video equally as captivating.

A back and forth discourse began shortly after you first started recording with the band: whose style should the clip resemble more?

Corroded Coffin screamed all things dark, maybe a little gory. Their usual expression featured slightly melancholy undertones and a lot of references to all things Dungeons & Dragons. Imaginative, for sure. An artistry that had rarely been seen in the genre. 

Although it’s been an artistry vastly different from yours. 

The glitter hadn’t necessarily been your idea, but it certainly became a signature of sorts. Anything sparkly, always. And music videos that told a story. Most often one of love since that’s what you idolised ever since you were a kid — it obviously helped that love also sold millions of copies.

Eddie’s team argued that it’s the band’s song and you’re just a feature, therefore the accompanying video should lean into their style. Your management team was hesitant to agree. Calculating risk in case the lines get blurred a little too much and your pristine image shifts to the opposite end of the spectrum. Hours of arguments. Hours of negotiations. None of which you, or the rockstar were even mildly aware of. Too lost in each other's eyes and soft cotton sheets. 

Eventually, a compromise, of sorts, was found.

Ernest Hemingway’s The Killers influenced, in part, a 1946 film noir of the same title, with Ava Gardner and Burt Lancaster taking the lead. The movie, in turn, inspired the black and white music video.

Done up in flair of the characters, Kitty Collins and Ole Anderson (aka Swede), you recreated iconic scenes alongside the brown-eyed rockstar. The rest of the band was also dressed to the nines. Side characters that played their instruments in the background of main shots. They blended in well, while adding a unique spin to the known story. 

Overall, the Honesty shoot quickly became a big spectacle. Bigger than anything Eddie Munson and his band of closest friends has ever been lucky enough to be a part of.

Intricate sets. Glamourous. In front of cameras and bright lights, you and your scene partner, Eddie, mouthed along the lyrics to the song as if they were a script. And with every scene, as if the two of you were the only people actually there, no equipment and no crew, you got lost a tiny bit. Lost in the chocolate of the rockstar’s wide gaze. In the way he smelled. The style of that decade suited the brunette greatly, so you became lost in how he looked in this character. Dapper. Unlike you’ve ever witnessed him before. He committed to the role too. A certain swag in his movements. How he touched you so hesitantly, delicately because that’s what the video required.

By the end of the night, after the director yells, “Cut!” to signalise a wrap, a round of applause for all involved in this project, you’re feeling hot and bothered. Sweaty, though not because you just completed a full day’s work. No. Somehow, you found the Corroded Coffin frontman even more attractive than at the start of that day — something you didn’t think was possible. When you glance in his direction, he’s already staring you down, and you know he feels the same way.

Backstage, inside your trailer, you’re sitting cross-legged on the couch. Fingertips at your lips as you wait for that inevitable knock on your door. You know it’s only a matter of time considering the build up of tension throughout the shoot. From the lingering touches and that kiss the director had you two repeat over and over and over…

Logically, you could wait until the two of you were home. Back at Eddie’s Hidden Hills mansion, away from prying eyes and ears. In a bed that’s become all too familiar. Far from possible interruptions. Logic however, well, right now, logic was taking a back burner ‘cause you needed him now. Desperately. And without a doubt, Eddie needed you too.

A knock. Then again. But the rockstar doesn’t wait for you to answer. He lets himself in. 

“What happened to the wig?” You ask, raising a brow.

“It was itchy,” he replies with a slight laugh, then shakes his head. “I much prefer my natural locks.” 

“That’s too bad,” you say with a slight shrug, “You looked quite smart with that short hair.”

Eddie hangs his head with a smile, though his eyes don’t leave yours. Not even for a second. That’s when you notice the glimmer. That look, the reason he’s here, just like you predicted. So you return the expression. Only yours is a little more sly. Tempting him. Teasing. 

“I had fun today.”.

“Me too.”

There’s a lot that happens in the seconds after you stand up. A lot that happens quickly. 

Eddie reaches for your wrist, pulling you closer before wrapping his, for once, ringless hand around yours completely. He presses it to the middle of his chest, holding it against his heart. You can feel it beating and that’s enough to make you melt ‘cause it’s strong and you swear it skips at the contact. His other hand reaches for the base of your throat. He holds it gently, caressing upwards until he’s gripping your jaw. 

“Kissing you in front of all those other people kinda got me going,” he admits in a low tone.

Naughty, that’s what you want to say, but you don’t get the chance ‘cause his lips crash into yours. Hungry. Desperate. Rough. Heat rushes through your body at the sudden contact, no different than any other time his mouth found yours. You’re at his mercy, always, and he knows it well. 

His tongue glides along your top lip and you part your lips to accept him without hesitation. He wastes no time sliding into your mouth, letting this tongue work in tandem with yours as he tilts his head to further deepen the kiss. The hand holding yours lets go, instead finding home on the small of your back, pushing you as close to him as humanly possible. His other hand lets go of your jaw, albeit not completely. Ghosting along the side of your neck before you feel him wrap it around your throat, squeezing lightly. It’s nothing new for Eddie to be a little rougher with you, but there’s something about this moment, after a full day of moderate teasing and borderline foreplay, that causes a moan to burst through you when he squeezes again, only harder.

The rockstar pulls back, sporting a devilish grin. “Making such pretty noises for me and we haven’t even gotten to the best part.”

“Do your worst, Eds.” It’s a dare. Nothing sweet about it.

He smirks at the challenge and before you can register what exactly is happening, Eddie is lifting you up swiftly, hiking up your dress in the process, only to drop you down onto the sofa with a gentle thud. You’re wide-eyed as he unbuckles his belt with one hand, the other tugging at the pantyhose the wardrobe lady had you wear for the last scene of the video. He partially rips them off of you, then he hikes his index finger along the band of your underwear, eagerly pulling them down your legs until they’re wrapped around your ankles, with the reminisce of your stockings.

“The heels stay on,” the rockstar instructs, pushing your legs apart with force and positioning himself in between. All you can do is nod. Half-naked, half in costume. Same as him.

In the space of a heartbeat, his lips are on yours again. This time they don’t stay for long, instead moving downwards towards your chest. When he squeezes your breast through the silk material of your dress, he compliments how fucking good you looked, “I wanted to ravish you the second I saw you, baby.”

You whimper at his words, and at the fact that his now freed cock is gently brushing against your wet folds. Not quite breaching, just teasing you further. Only adding to the overall stimulation. 

“God, you’re so fucking hot. So fucking pretty. And all mine.” Eddie’s breathing into your bare chest ‘cause somehow in the moment your dress has slipped down ever so slightly and your tits made an appearance. Fingers from one hand are digging into your hip, holding you in place, while the other has you by the ribs. Thumb brushing your soft skin while his hot mouth is sucking on your hardened nipple.

Your eyes are closed. You’re not sure when you closed them. He’s invading your senses all at once. Just when you feel like you can’t take it anymore, when you want to whither and plead for him to touch you where you need him most, Eddie plunges himself into you without warning and your eyes snap open. 

“Oh God…” he groans, drawing his hips back only to slam them in again, making your body bounce against him. “Fuck, baby. Jesus.”

You sob in pleasure as Eddie knocks the wind out of you with each relentless thrust, still increasing his speed. Heavy panting and grunting fills the trailer, along with the sounds of where his cock slams against your sweet juices. He’s sitting straight now. Eyes are fixated on the mess you’re both making, where his length disappears in and out of you, while you admire the way his locks fall naturally in place. Although briefly, ‘cause you’re arching your back the next second, rolling your eyes to the back of your head when he hits that sweet spot.

“So. Fucking. Pretty.” He growls. “You’re so fucking pretty when you’re all stretched open like this, sweetheart. Your pussy was made for my cock, baby. You take it so well. You take this big dick so well, my good girl. Fucking made for me. Ain’t that right, dollface?”

“Made for you, Eds.” You just about whisper back, nodding your head feverishly.

Slap. His hand makes contact with your thigh and you practically wail. “That’s right,” he praises, “Made for me. So fucking tight for me.” Slap. Slap. Slap. 

Eddie’s cock starts to swell. You can feel it expand inside of you, then again when he thrusts back in. It has you heaving. The speed he’s established is close to becoming a little too much for the two of you and he drops his weight slightly, allowing you to wrap your arms around him, nails digging into his bare back. He can sense that you too are close and he’s trying hard to hold back, make this moment last longer, but his body refuses to slow down. Chasing the way your glistening pussy chokes his length. 

“Where do you want me baby?”

“Inside,” you croak out. “Cum in me, Eddie. Please. I need you to fill me up.”

“M’mph—” He chokes out, movements growing more and more erratic. The whole trailer is shaking at this point, that’s what it feels like to the two of you anyway. “Everybody out there will know what a good little slut you are. Not that innocent. Wanting me to fill you full of my cum, fuck.” 

Slap. Slap. Against your thigh. 

“Please, Eddie.” 

Slap.

“Shh… I’ll give you what you want, sweetheart.” He coos, “Gonna pump you full. Gonna make you see stars while my cum drips out of you.”

That’s when you shatter around him, uncontrollable desperate squeals making him groan louder as he continues. It’s sloppy, messy, and once you’ve completely unravelled underneath him, the rockstar can’t contain himself any longer. He lets out a broken moan as ropes and ropes of his warm spend start to throb into your hole.

His body gives up at the last spur and he drops flat on top of you, although not without a loose kiss placed to your jaw. His cock remains inside of your pussy. You can feel it pulsing until, after a few minutes, it no longer matches the beat of your heart.

Eddie lifts himself then. He kisses you softly and you smile against his mouth. When he eventually slips out and stands, he tells you not to move, that he’ll grab a towel from the small trailer bathroom and will help you get cleaned up.

“Wardrobe is going to kill us,” you call after him, balancing on your elbows as you sit up slowly. “Pretty sure these clothes can never be worn again. Purely for the fact that they reek of sex.”

“At least your wig stayed in place,” Eddie points out lightheartedly when he returns, his pants once again buckled, a towel in his hand. “That’s something the hair and makeup team should be proud of.”

“I’ll be sure to tell them,” you say, meaning it as a joke ‘cause there’s no way you would ever admit to what sins the two of you just committed.

Eddie smirks. “Pretty sure they already know,” he says as if it’s no big deal, “We weren’t exactly quiet, sweetheart.”

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[lampmeeting]

IT'S ABOUT THAT TIME, Y'ALL!! 👀

What is Kloktober?: An incredibly zazzy event taking place in October where we celebrate all things Metalocalypse. There’s a prompt for every day of the month to interpret as you see fit! Draw, write, paint, cosplay, make memes - all forms of participation are welcome!

How do I participate?: Make your totally brutal creation inspired by the day’s prompt and post it using the tag #kloktober2023 - it’s just that simple! Post it here, post it to Instagram, post it to AO3, post it to Twitter, wherever, go nuts!

Am I allowed to–YUP, ANYTHING GOES! There are no wrong answers during Kloktober! :D Your interpretation of a prompt is VALID. If you only want to do a few days, that’s VALID. Don’t burn yourself out, this is for fun! (Even I won’t be doing all of them, so don’t stress!)

What if I haven't seen the movie yet? No worries! If there's a prompt that doesn't suit you, please feel free to reach back in time and choose a prompt from a previous year's Kloktober (2022, 2021, or 2020). And as always, if you have any questions about anything, hit me up!

(plain-text list of prompts below the cut)

1. favorite character or OTP

2. favorite AOTD scene

3. Mordhaus Costume Ball

4. your fave headcanon

5. Abigail Appreciation Day

6. comedy or tragedy

7. missing AOTD scene?

8. mermaids or monsters

9. inspired by Dethalbum IV

10. came back Different

11. horror movie crossover

12. your favorite villain

13. nightmares or visions

14. use a fall food or drink

15. Dethklok on vacation

16. In Memorium: honor the fallen

17. give someone a brand new look

18. inspired by a metal song

19. inspired by an UN-metal song

20. original character or self-insert

21. Dethstaff gets a day off

22. sea horror or cosmic horror

23. use a character new to you

24. novel or video game crossover

25. campfire or left in the cold

26. pick a tarot card for inspiration

27. old fears or new understandings

28. use Brendon Small in some way

29. so what happens after AOTD?

30. HALLOWEEN!!!

31. YOUR choice!

[restlessmaknae]

&us // koga yudai (k)

One day, he was your everything, and the next day, he faded into bittersweet memories. Now, after exactly 5 years, you might be able to patch things up again.

➳ Characters: K x female reader/you

➳ Genre: childhood best friends to strangers to potential lovers, slice of life, fluff, angst, coming of age

➳ Words: 1.9k

➳ Warning: mention of snacks, expectations, an argument

➳ A/N: This story was very much inspired by the beauty that Samidare is, the header is also taken from the MV. Hence, lots of references to rain and cherry blossoms.

This story is the first installment of my 'love map' multifandom series which features 3 different idols and 3 different stories that take place in 3 different countries. The stories can be read on their own though.❤️

➳ Dedicated to: @dat-town ❤️

➳ Taglist: @wooyoung-a, @s00buwu

Koga Yudai once meant the world for you. No, he was your world, the planet that orbited around you, the gentle wind that embraced you in the long-lasting winter months and the warmth that spread on the field after a heavy storm. If he was the sun, you were the moon, and although different, you complemented each other very well.

You once believed that you were destined to meet. You were destined to walk by him and his mother as he was playing with pebbles by the river, where your friendship had all begun. You always thought of him when you heard the word ‘fate’, and you always imagined him as the kind, handsome male lead in the romance books you loved so much. If he was a famous love song, you were the one who was credited for the lyrics, your name insignificant compared to his existence.

He was the most gentle person you had ever met, his attentiveness not fading even through embarrassing teenage phases and clumsy attempts at finding yourself. Beside him, you never had to pretend who you were, you never had to play a part, and in a way, he was your safe haven. Everyone else expected something from you, but he didn’t. He was just happy to see you and talk to you, even if it was about the seemingly most insignificant things. If he was the stars, you were the sky that let him shine, but in a way, you were glad that he was there to hide the darkness within you.

One day, he was your everything, and the next day, he faded into bittersweet memories. If the betrayal hadn’t hurt so much, you might have been able to tell him a proper goodbye, but you had been too upset over the fact that he had not told you that they were moving, you had only gotten to know about it from his mother.

The distance between you two had widened for some time by that time, and that had been the last straw. With his dance practices being in the afternoons and stretching through weekends and your extracurricular classes taking up most of your time, you had barely had the time to see each other even if you lived across one another. Texts were left on read, conversations in the school corridor were cut short, and hearts were bleeding.

You still saw the same boy in him as the one you had grown up with, but some days, it hurt to look at him with all his bright eyes and sweaty locks sticking to his forehead because you had this jarring feeling stirring up something inside of you, realisation hitting you that maybe, you didn’t know him that well after all.

Even as they were packing into the car in front of their house, you watched the scene from your bedroom’s window, unable to bring yourself to say goodbye to him. So you watched as his parents bid farewell to your parents, and watched as Yudai hesitated getting into the car when he took note of your absence. Then, just a breath away from forever leaving you behind, he slipped a note into your mailbox.

You watched the empty place they left behind after they drove away on the cherry blossom-coated road for a long time before your tears stopped falling. Just as you stopped crying and stepped outside to check the mailbox, the rain started scattering, washing away the last bits of the traces they left behind, soaking your shirt that he had once given you. Through the curtain of fresh raindrops and newly surfacing teardrops, you unfolded the little note.

You once meant the world for Koga Yudai. You were his little hideaway, his secret and then not so secret best friend, the hand that reached out when he was about to fall into self-doubt, the shoulder that he could lean on when the first struggles of professional dancing weighed down on him. If you were his spring, he wanted to be your summer, so that he could give you even more warmth than you had given him, even more time together than you could spare him.

He still believed that you were destined to meet. You were destined to walk by him and his mother as he was playing with pebbles by the river, where your friendship had all begun. He always thought of you when he was dancing because you were the first one who told him to try out dancing, and your support hadn’t wavered since his first performance. If you were his favourite song to dance to, he wanted to be your favourite dance, the one that you would never forget.

You were the most hard-working person he knew, and you didn’t just work hard for school, you worked hard for your friendship, too. You remembered his favourite things and bought him his favourite snacks after his practices, and you always remembered to cheer for him when he was dancing, even if you had to ask your parents to accompany you, even if it was in a different city. Beside him, he never had to hold himself back, he could be as loud as he wanted, he could joke around as much as he wanted, and in a way, you were his safe haven. Even when he started getting noticed by others at school because of his dancing, you still looked at him the same. If you were his nighttime, the one that you could spend together most frequently because of your clashing schedules, the soothing balm after a long day, he wanted to be your morning, so that you would look forward to every day because of him.

One day, you were the most stable point in his life, and then the next day, he had to leave you behind. If he hadn’t felt so hurt by the argument you had had the day before him leaving, he would have made sure to hug you tight and say goodbye properly. Instead, like a coward, he merely left behind a note, the one he wondered if you had ever found, if you had ever read, and if you even remembered.

On the other hand, like a fool, he remembered it all too well, and year after year, he wondered if it was the same for you. He graduated from high school, then graduated from university in Tokyo, wondering if you managed to find something you liked in the meantime, and if you had ended up applying for the university in the capital city you had eyed back then. After all, that’s why he chose today’s location.

He was wondering that day too, whether you remembered the note, whether you could be bothered to make time for a visit to the Rainbow Bridge at 7 PM on 15th of May, 5 years after he had left for Tokyo with his family. Exactly 5 years. He wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t, but still, there was this seed of hope within his heart, the one that told him that the 10 years you had spent together must have meant as much for you as it did for him.

Maybe you didn’t study at a university here after all, maybe you were already working somewhere else, maybe even abroad. Maybe you had a boyfriend, and making excuses for meeting a guy friend from your past would be too much. Maybe you just didn’t want to see him again.

Still, he was waiting on one side of the bridge, leaning onto the railing, watching as vividly pink cherry blossoms from the nearby parks danced in the sky, to a music that only they could listen to. Or maybe they danced to the rapidly beating heart of his. Or the ticking of his watch that he kept checking every other second.

The next time he checked his watch, a drop splashed onto the surface. Then another and another. Yudai looked up and only noticed the dirty grey clouds above the bridge when it was already too late, and rain poured onto him like salvation, like some kind of a blanket that would drape over his shoulders and hide him from the world. So he could wait here like a fool for god knows how long more in case you showed up, though you had already been exactly 17 minutes late, or he could make a run for it, so that he wouldn’t get totally wet until he reached the next metro station.

“Maybe she didn’t find it after all,” Yudai mumbled under his nose as he looked left and right one more time before he decided to head back to the metro station.

With each raindrop, he was closer to blaming himself for even thinking that you could be here today, and closer to losing his temper. If he just shouted into the void, would anyone care? Would the May rain wash it away, too?

“Koga Yudai!”

At first, he thought that he was hallucinating. Maybe hoping too much for seeing you again actually got to him, and he was losing his mind. Yes, that was more possible than you showing up suddenly, when he was about to lose all hope.

“Yudai, stop!”

When you spoke up the second time, he whirled around as fast as he could, watching as you ran towards him in high–heeled boots and a giant pink umbrella, just like the girl in the memories he tried so hard to cling onto.

As you stopped in front of him, he could see that though you were the girl in his memories, you also grew taller, your features more defined, your hair longer, and your eyes sparkling more brightly than before. He felt like he could faint as soon as you halted in front of him like a miracle, like a dream coming true, but then you even stepped closer, so that your umbrella could cover him, and he was rendered speechless.

“I’m so sorry for being late. I was caught up in work, and lost track of time, and then, there were so many people on the metro, I couldn’t get on the first one, and-”

“You have a cherry blossom in your hair,” Yudai cut you off as he reached out to get it out of your hair. What he didn’t expect was for this gesture to feel so natural, so right, and you didn’t back away either. You just blinked at him, confused, and for a moment, he thought that he ruined everything.

What kind of idiot would tell you that you have a cherry blossom in your hair after not seeing you for 5 years? God, he was so damned…

Then, you let out a little giggle, and smacked him in the side, your laughter ringing bells in his heart, awakening something inside of him that he thought he had lost forever.

“You haven’t changed a bit, have you?” You asked with a smile so beautiful, his heart malfunctioned for a moment, but he welcomed the playful teasing, your gentle hug even more, and now he didn’t feel like joking about your height compared to his because he was just glad to have you close to him, your heart beating beside his as if it was meant to be.

You and him, and him and you, and how it became ‘us’ again.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this story of mine! Let me know what you think!

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Hope you have a lovely day/night! Take care! ❤️

[layzeal]

Hi! I have a mdzs question and I figure you are most likely to know the answer. In the scene where wwx and lwj are interrogating nhs about the stone castles, wwx mentions that the Nie's method of cultivation seems to deviate from the standard cultivation path. In the 7seas English edition, he says that it's "hitting a bit close to the demonic cultivation path." My question is, does he actually refer to it as "demonic cultivation"? It does make more sense in this context, but I know 7seas has a habit of mistranslating ghostly cultivation to demonic cultivation. Thank you very much for your time reading this!

Hi!! Sorry for the delay in replying. So, short answer is YES, he does refer to "demonic cultivation" (魔歪道 as written in the text), but he is not comparing it to his own cultivation (ghost cultivation, 鬼道).

Now, every xianxia novel will have its own worldbuilding and set of rules, even if they're all taking inspiration from existing tropes. Guidao, for example, while in MDZS is considered immoral by some, it still does not harm or make use of living human souls and lives, and so in MDZS's setting it is not considered actual modao (though whether or not one thinks it's moral or ethical or whatever it doesn't matter here!! we're just talking semantics), meanwhile in Liu Yao by Priest, ghost cultivation (as written there) is not only considered a branch of modao, but is seen as THE most evil and immoral type you could possibly use, because not only you're using human souls, you're imprisoning and enslaving them even after death.

@qourmet actually mentioned on twt a while ago that one close example of real demonic cultivation you can think of in MDZS are the mind-controlling nails they put into Song Land and Wen Ning, though even that's questionable considering they weren't actual alive. Xue Yang and JGY's human experiments (ie. living corpses) also come close. So in A GENERAL SENSE demonic cultivation refers to anything that makes use of and harms living humans in order to empower the cultivator, either by stealing the victim's cultivation/spiritual power, controlling them, forcing them to do things against their will, etc etc etccccccc

This is all just context to understand why WWX makes the little accusation that he did

(ch 6, 7seas)

so you can see there's nothing actually wrong with the translation in this part itself, because in this instance, "demonic cultivation" (or demonic crooked path, as directly translated) is actually being said (as it was in many other instances, like the prologue chapter where ppl talk abt wwx's death, or when jc finds the leaf doll on jin ling's back)

the only problem is that in later parts of the story, 鬼道, which is an entirely different term, is given the same translation as the former, which may cause confusion, and was a mistake also present in the original ExR translation that we all hoped would be fixed in an official one (but didn't </3). whether or not guidao counts as demonic cultivation or is evil or whatever doesn't matter here, but i only wish that the different terms had been translated as different words, so the reader could come to their own conclusion on the matter by themselves

so yeah! hope that was helpful

[rainroses45]

Rescue Mission (Sully family x daughter reader)

description:Your mother takes you with her to rescue your siblings.

☾a/n: here is some family fluff…I am currently working on a Neteyam one shot and it’s almost done <3

☾song inspiration: shadow lady

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You crept slowly towards your mother. The slight rattle of your beaded necklace caused your mother to turn around and shush you, quickly you held them in place to stop the noise.

The soft moss cradled your feet as you ventured farther and farther into the woods. After the news of your younger siblings being held hostage broke free, your mother decided to take you with her to rescue them.

Little droplets of rain hit your face as the wind began to hollow in anger. You looked down from your spot, praying to Eywa that you do not slip and fall to your death. It was dark, but your mother still managed to find her way through the crowded area of life. Once in a while she would look back at you to check if you were okay.

Your stomach was in knots at the thought of what you would see once you arrived at the scene. Just the idea of knowing that your siblings were being held at gun point made you furious. It was this feeling of responsibility that kept you going. As the oldest of the family, the need to protect and defend your younger siblings was programmed into your mind since birth.

Your mother suddenly stopped in her tracks and skillfully hid behind one of the trees. She grabbed her bow from her back and pulled out an arrow preparing herself to kill. You followed her movements and hid next to the tree on the right side of her, both of you looking at each other nodding in union.

Your mother was the first to call out into the night. A simple sound that mimicked an animal’s, but your siblings knew better than that, they knew their mother was near. Following along with your mama, you turned your head and let out a high pitch sound into the atmosphere. Your mother soon continued on with her calls, informing her children that she was close by.

The suspense of it all caused you to peek out of the tree, what you saw broke your heart. Your brother and sisters held hostage by other na’vi, except these ones seemed different.

Without warning, your mom let her arrow soar through the air, hitting one of the idiots. You shot the next arrow sending the person holding your baby sister Tuk onto the floor in pain.

The tension radiated through the air, suffocating your clear thinking. You wanted to rush down there and kill all the bastards harming your siblings, but you knew your mother would disagree with your reasoning.

“She’s here,” you heard a man say, to who he was referring to, you didn’t quite know. Grabbing more arrows from your quiver, you lined them up and shot down two more dream walkers in the chest. Your mother nodded at you, shooting one more arrow at the bastards then turning back to rest her head against the tree.

You continued to look out a bit to check if your siblings were fine, but you shied away from the glow of the moonlight.

“Demon, I will kill you as many times as I have too!” Your mother bellowed as she grasped another arrow. The signature green feather brushed against her finger tips.

She released the final arrow allowing chaos to roam free. You let go of your hold on the tree and slid down to attack the rest of the dream walkers, hitting them with your bow and shooting the remaining arrows left in your quiver.

“Y/n!” Your younger sister screamed in joy running towards you as your father emerged from the bushes. He shot down some of the wounded, but not clearly unconscious avatars.

“Everyone okay?” Your father asked quickly grabbing onto Kiri and Lo’ak. You took Tuk into your arms and scurried through the vines and branches trying to out run the rest of the bastards. Your mother distracted them as you and your father brought your siblings to safety. Neteyam was not here, so you assumed he was still back at the base recovering from his wounds.

Spider trailed behind you all as the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the air. Your mother soon joined you all in the chase of escaping the predators.

It was all going so well until Kiri yelled “Spider”, that we all turned back to see him gone. Kiri stopped running with us and tried looking down for Spider. You grabbed her arm forcefully, trying to pull her with you as you tried to keep up with your father.

“Leave him,” you told Kiri, continuing on with the everlasting marathon. You were so tired. It felt like forever until your father finally stopped running. You gently put Tuk back in the ground and took deep breaths.

“I feel like my lungs are on fire,” you huffed out letting yourself fall to the floor in pure exhaustion. The cool moss felt so nice against your skin along with the water droplets. You wanted to lay all day here, closing your eyes you wanted to go to sleep but were quickly lifted up.

“So do mine, you’re not that special,” you flipped the bird at your brother’s comment, not bothering to open your eyes and look at the idiot. Your dad laughed at your reaction but quickly covered your hand before Tuk could do the same.

You let out an “oof” as your dad placed you on his back. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Okay guys let’s go home,” you silently celebrated, happy that you wouldn’t have to listen to your dad’s lecture on the way home.

Your father placed you on his ikran, holding you from behind so you may sleep peacefully throughout the ride, but before you could take off your mother walked over to you and brushed a piece of you hair and smiled.

“Rest well my sweet daughter,” your mother kissed your forehead causing you to smile, and with that final action you drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

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[yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere]

try to find more ICONIC tv scene and fail / Nathan Scott changed history here / this is a real art. they don't make tv like this anymore & and the song Unsatisfied playing ah♥ / the hottest thing a man can do is be nathan scott / like.. NEVER over this 3x20 OneTreeHill scene-the hottest scene in entire TV-absolute magic!! (+a reminder that when this aired in 2006 James was only 20yo-And he was only 17yo when the show began. An actual teenager playing teenager. Working his hardest since day one. All the best and the greatest you gave shines through Nate, we will never stop celebrating you, James♥)

-SOME OTH LOVE IN THIS NEW YEAR♥ / feel free to check this post for many links or just search oth hashtag in my tumblr acc♥-/

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!!! Sophia Bush, Hilarie Burton, and Bethany Joy Lenz of "One Tree Hill" take on the ultimate friendship test-GLAMOUR (Oct 19, 2021) :https://youtu.be/KoyZf8pN6GM

*Bethany Joy Lenz: One Tree Hill & Escaping a Cult | Call Her Daddy Podcast FULL Interview :https://youtu.be/vJ0Pf4WCUtw

*THAT Hilarie Burton video "I want everyone to know HOW MUCH i love Peyton Sawyer." : https://youtu.be/fI3gnlyjENI

+“James Lafferty interviewed by Bethany Joy Lenz” for Modern Vintage by Bethany Joy Lenz (Joy’s newspaper!) out Sept 23, 2024 (funny bc OTH day!!). THIS 33min conversation about creativity is SO GOOD. And I love these two people, not only because they are very important to all of us out of OTH Fam bc Joy and James GAVE US THE naley but because they are artists and creatives that I look up to and that I am inspired by so deeply. So yeah that was a gift. 21 years after OTH premiered we still are blessed by their magic♥♥/https://youtu.be/j7XsTsaC-Ps

*THE OTH DELETED SCENES(post):https://www.tumblr.com/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere/707975391341690880/how-could-they-delete-this-is-beyond-me-oth

my OTH ig highlight: https://www.instagram.com/stories/highlights/17898362552187722/

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[its-vannah]

Gold Rush | Graham Dunne x Reader

Request from @ariianelle: hey!! you're currently carrying the djats fics rn and I was wondering if you could write a graham x reader inspired by gold rush by Taylor Swift? specifically fluff with a happy ending? mainly just Graham pining over the reader? <3

A/N: This may be my favorite Graham fic I've ever written. It was entertaining to no end—and I'm usually pretty hard on my work.

Warnings: Mentions of kidneys and vomit

Daisy Jones and The Six Masterlist

Being in the spotlight was exhausting. There were times you wish you could have five minutes, just five to yourself. But that wasn't the kind of world you lived in.

Cameras were constantly flashing around you, microphones were being put into your face, fans were asking for your autograph. You could barely catch your breath.

You hadn't asked for any of this. Not the fame or the fortune. From a young age, you were forced into acting lessons by your parents who had big dreams of their daughter fitting in with high society.

The first movie you ever did cemented your place in Hollywood as a sexy, sultry, up and coming actress. You were fifteen. There shouldn't have been anything sexy or sultry about you.

After the release of "The Governor's Daughter", you were launched fullforce into a career you never wanted. No matter how many carpets you walked down or how many after parties you attended, none of it made the life you were living any easier.

You were living your parents dream, not your own.

Those thoughts were interrupted by a knock on your dressing room door. Taking a deep breath, you smoothed out the front of your dress, opening the door.

The SNL manager stood outside, pointing to the face of his watch, "You're on in seven."

You got the memo, shutting the door behind you and making your way to the stage. But an ongoing conversation in a dressing room beside yours caught your attention.

"You don't get it, Billy, she's the most famous actress of the decade. She's our Evelyn Hugo," One man exclaimed.

Another man laughed, "Evelyn Hugo is still the actress of our decade."

"No, you don't get it, she's different. Everybody wants her. Everybody. I heard one guy sold his kidney just to meet her."

"A kidney? Graham, where are you getting this from?"

A sheepish laugh escaped the other man's lips, "The tabloids."

"You, as much as anyone, should know to never trust the tabloids," He sighed, "Graham, if you like her so much, why don't you ask her out?"

"Have you seen her? She's beautiful, she grew up beautiful," The man, Graham, said, "I don't have a chance with her. I don't even think I'd be able to talk around her."

A groan escaped the other man, "You never know. Michelle Wieler liked you in fifth grade and according to you, she was the prettiest girl in the whole school."

"Billy..."

A sudden snapping behind you snapping you out of your trance, "Snap, snap, Y/N, time to get out on that stage."

Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself for your SNL monologue.

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At the end of your monologue, you made an announcement to a happy crowd, "Stuck around because after break, Daisy Jones and The Six will perform their hit single, Look At Us Now!"

The audience erupted into applause, on the edge of their seats to listen to the increasingly popular song. It hadn't been out long, but it was already a classic in their eyes.

Walking back of stage to prepare for a skit, you had little to change about your appearance. The segement revolved around your character going on a date at a formal restaurant that goes horribly wrong.

All you needed was a quick touch up. You were in and out of your dressing room in the snap of a finger, taking your place beside the sound tech. You always appreciated those behind the scenes. They never got enough credit.

Beside you, two men walked up, each with a head full of curls. One looked like he had been through hell while the other looked like he had just seen a ghost.

He began whispering to the man beside him, his eges glued to you. But the man simply elbowed him in the ribs, effectively shushing him.

He turned towards you, extending his hand, "Excuse me? Big fan of your work, name's Billy Dunne."

You shook his hand, giving him a warm smile, "Y/N L/N."

Billy nodded to the man on his left, "This is Graham. He's a bit starstruck, if you can't tell."

Your eyebrows raised. So this was the Graham who had been gushing about you in the dressing room. He was cute, that you couldn't deny. But his naivety got in his way.

"Graham, is it?" You smiled, moving in front of him, leaning in to hug him.

He tensed up, shock settling into his features as he looked at Billy, trying to contain his excitement.

Before you pulled away, you whispered in his ear, "For future reference, it was both kidneys."

You pulled away from him immediately after, sauntering off in the other direction.

Graham turned towards his brother, his jaw open.

Billy gave him a questioning look, "What the hell happened to you?"

"Did you tell her?" He was practically shaking out of his skin.

"Tell who what?"

Graham tried to take a deep breath, his foot rapping against the floor, "Did you tell Y/N about the kidney thing? What I said?"

"I've been with you the whole time, dumbass."

"God, I'm an idiot," Graham cursed himself while his brother wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"Oh, Graham, you have so much to learn."

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After the band delivered a flawless performance, you walked out on stage to do your skit. Even now, after years of walking out in front of an audience, you felt like your heart was beating out of your chest.

Taking a seat on a wooden chair in front of a table draped in white cloth, you waited for your costar to join you.

That's when Graham Dunne was pushed out on stage, nervously smiling at the crowd.

Amused, you crossed your legs and leaned in to whisper as he sat down, "Where's Don?"

"Puking in one of the stalls in the men's room," He responded.

"So they sent you?" You asked, the corners of your lips lifting.

He swallowed the bile rising in his throat, "I can tell them to bring somebody else—"

"No, stay. I just hope you can read the cards."

Graham nodded, "About earlier—"

"And action!" Someone yelled off set, cutting the youngest Dunne off.

With that, Graham launched into his first SNL skit.

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After the skit, you and Graham walked off stage, laughing at one another.

"I was awful!" He exclaimed, unable to control himself.

"You were hilarious," You replied, "Anyone else would've thought you just had impeccable comedic timing."

"Or that I'm a dumbass!"

You shrugged, "Well, I think you did wonderfully."

"How wonderfully?" He asked, looking at you expectantly as he shoved his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels.

"Wonderful enough that I'll let you ask me on a date," You smiled, adding, "I mean, according to you, everyone wants me."

He cringed, "How much of that did you hear?"

"Enough to tell you about over dinner, if you'd ask me."

He nodded, straightening himself out, "Y/N, will you go on a date with me?"

You pretended to hesitate, "I don't know, let me think about it..."

Graham's eyes widened, having already fallen victim to your relentless teasing.

You reached for his hand, jokingly checking his pulse, "I was teasing, Mr. Dunne."

Nodding, he grinned, "Friday, at six?"

"I think that could be arranged."

"I won't have to give up a kidney, will I?"

You took his arm, linking it through yours, "Oh, Mr. Dunne, you have so much to learn."

[randomsillyfangirl]

Bad Idea - Pablo Gavi x Reader

Inspired by Ariana Grandes ' bad idea '

Also ari >>>>

Normally, i use the lyrics to write a mini story, or as the dialogue. Instead, in this one I'll be working off the vibe so I recommend listening to the song either before or while you read <3

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You and your friends decided to go out to a club. Pablo was abroad for a game and had been for awhile, but he was coming back next Monday. Your friends decided to take you to the club since all while Pablos been gone, you seemed different as you were missing him so much.

" girl it's Saturday night!! Go partying with us! " your best friend said, which made you agree. All your friends said that it'd be harmless fun, like it's always been between you girls.

You all were wearing matching red dresses, and you sent a picture to Pablo and to tell him that you were going out.

Later at the club you and your friends were dancing. When you got tired, you went over to the bar and ordered (your favorite drink). A man walked up to you and started talking to you, not flirting- yet.

The two of you continued talking, until he tried to touch your knee. You immediately moved your leg away and gave him a ' what the fuck!? ' look. One of your friends saw and went up to throw guy, flirting with him and dragging him away from you. But you got up and left to the girls bathroom, calling Pablo.

Meanwhile, with Gavi. Last night, Barça was given the news that they could all leave early. But since they were really far away from Spain, the flight would only let Pablo get home while you were at the club. He wanted to shower, get ready and meet you at the club. He even texted your best friend asking what club you'd be at. When he was home, he saw her second text which said. " not to stress you out, but a guy touched y/ns knee. She moved away and looked really uncomfortable and (friends name) dragged him away. Just wanted to lyk "

Just as Pablo was about to text you, you called him. He picked up immediately, but you were sobbing slightly, out of guilt of what happened. Before you could speak, Pablo did for you. " (your besties name) told me what happened. I'm not mad at you, I swear baby. I'm coming over." you were shocked as you processed his words, " but you're- " you started to question but you were interrupt by Pablo chucking. " I got to fly in early. I was gunna surprise you, but i didn't get a surprise I like with that guy.." he said the last part angry.

" just come get me? Then we can cuddle all night." you said smiling, which seemed to relax him. " I'll be there in five minutes, and I'm staying on call- no matter what you say." he insisted and you laughed, leaving the girls bathroom.

You explained to your friends that you'd be leaving early and they understood, " stay safe girl!! " they yelled, drunk, lovingly while hugging you. And Pablo laughing on the phone could be heard. Very soon he came up to you and you jumped into his arms for a hug.

" now, where's this hijo de puta? " Pablo said angrily. You didn't wanna tell him, telling him to forget it until one of your friends pointed at the guy. Pablo without hesitation, walked up to the guy. " Pablo Gavi? I'm such a fan!! " he said happily. Pablo gave him a glare, " and of my girlfriend I see.. " . " what? Her? U don't even know her!" he said, Pablo wasn't buying it. But you? You were filled with rage now.

You gave the guy a good slap in the face. " stop lying! You hijo de puta!! " Pablo, all your friends, the guy and other people looked at the scene shocked. As security was called, Pablo grabbed your hand and the two of you ran to the doors.

In the car, it was comfortable silence. You two were holding hands. " I guess me going was a bad idea." you sighed. Pablo shook his head, " seeing you mad is sexy. And honestly, I'm glad you hit him. I would've done worse.." he said and you smiled kissing his forehead.

" te amo" you both said in sync, both happy that you're reunited and you two already knew that you would be together for as long as possible.

[grifff17]

Audiodrama Sunday 09/01/2024

Happy Audiodrama Sunday! Right now there are so many shows I follow that are releasing an episode every other week. It’s great! But it does mean I have a lot to write about. This week - Electromancy relisten, lots of werewolves, the arc finale of WBN, and more!

NEW SHOW ALERT Spout Lore’s spinoff Mall Brats is no longer Patreon exclusive! Mall Brats is a Blades in the Dark actual play about 3 kids who live in a giant shopping mall in a fantasy world and do crimes. This is a relisten for me, a year or so ago I subscribed to their patreon for a month and binged the whole thing. My only criticism is that the new version of the theme song isn’t as good as the old one.

I relistened to @electromancypodcast this week. I love this show, it feels so thorough in it’s approach to the setting and core conflict. Electromancy would adapt so well to a tv show, I can see so many of the scenes in my head. I don’t know how else to say it, the show feels like it was written like a tv show. Don’t get me wrong it’s great in an audio medium, but it would also be great as a tv show.

In @storiesfromylelmore this week poor Rion! He’s like Molly from Epithet Erased except he’s overworked by choice, and he also has to deal with werewolf racism. He didn’t even get a hug! The luck charm was really cool worldbuilding but also such an incredibly meaningful gesture from Keryth. Literally giving someone your luck because you care about them is so powerful.

@worldgonewrongpod also had an episode focused on werewolves this week. It has a very different interpretation of werewolves to Ylelmore, but both used them as an allegory for actual marginalized groups. Werewolves are so versatile.

Starwhal Odyssey released it’s second episode this week. It’s officially moved away from 5e, the new system seems cool. I loved the audio design for gamer space, and the gaming chair spelljammer helm is such an inspired choice.

I have a lot of distinct thoughts about the arc finale of @worldsbeyondpod. First off is that they have trains? That’s not something I expected from this setting. Immediately following that revelation was another party split, the rest of the party really is so irresponsible without Suvi. Stealing anything other than the coven wand was so dumb, Indri can curse the shit out of them for that. There was a complete tone shift in the last half hour of this season, at least Suvi isn’t going to be as upset this time.

We had part 5 of @midnightburgr’s Welcome to the Horizon. Everyone is high! I’m glad Verge is enjoying themselves, Verge and Deidre is fun. I guess Verge has a thing for humans, first Leif and now Deidre.

Case study: IREC-A59 released its third episode this week. It’s really good so far, it’s making me want to reread Project Hail Mary. I love that no one knows the captains name, that’s a great detail.

I listened to part 3 of Moonward, the @midstpodcast AP miniseries. For some reason I didn’t expect it to lean into horror, but given the setting, I shouldn't be surprised that it did.

We went to the Paris Olympics this week in Mission Rejected. That was a fun episode, I loved the image of two random Olympic athletes taking on a bunch of kidnappers and destroying them. Interesting to see the nation of Val Verde again. Mcgrath hitting up Athena for a gadget was great.

I didn't get through all the new shows that came out this week, there's still some more for next week. I also want to try to catch up on The Once and Future Nerd, I think I need to start from the beginning of book 2.

[xxmayxx05]

Love at first sight: Enzo vogrincic

Pairing: Enzo Vogrincic x Fem reader! Singer

Summary: You are invited to the premier of the movie of the Society of the snow. It was finally the night that you meet the handsome upcoming and rising actor Enzo. It's very surprising when you find out that he was a fan of you and your music. Both of you get very comfortable with each other in a short amount of time, and he decides to make his first move and not risk it.

Warnings: None!

Author's note: Hi guys! I hope you like my imagine! I was thinking about making this into a small series, please comment if you'd like that and send any requests, they are highly appreciate it! Please heart and reblog. Hope you guys like this story<3

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Today, was the first big premiere that you have ever been invited to and you were excited about it. After your album hit number 1 in different platforms, you were finally getting the recognition that you truly deserved after working so many years behind the scenes in the music industry but now you were in your dream place. 

You were invited to the premiere for the movie “Society of the snow”. Your manager had gotten the invite to the premier due to the fact that your song was part of the soundtrack and that director of the movie J.A Bayona specifically asked you to be a guest in the premier, was a huge honor. When you wre recording studio,trying to write a song for the movie was bit of a hassle. Having to do your own research about the real life tragic events, you were truy inspired and wrote the song. 

J.A Bayona was truly amazed with the song that you have written for the movies soundtrack and now you were here in the premier. Your limousine pulled up slowly to the blue carpet premier, you saw some of the actors that you saw in the trailer but one caught your eye the most. 

His name was Enzo, you had remembered because J.A showed you photos of the cast when he had invited you out for dinner one day. You were mezmerized by how handsome he was and you couldn’t wait to be able to meet him one day. Now you were less than 10 feet away from him and he was even more handsome. You took a deep breathe when your manager opened the limousine door for you and helped you. 

The black satin dress hugged your every curve, your make up was done to perfection to bring out your eye color, you just felt more beautiful and confident with yourself. Walking up to the blue carpet, you turned to the paparazzi and let them take pictures of you. All you could hear was the screams of paparazzi, telling you where to look and the click of the cameras. Little did you know that you had caught the eye of the handsome man you were excited to meet tonight.  

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Enzo was feeling nervous but happy that his most important project is about to be released, he was very proud of the cast, the production crew. Today was finally the day that everyone was waiting for. Looking at the cameras, and posing casually for the pictures. He turned his head to the left slightly and saw the most beautiful that he has ever seen. Her dress hugged her beautiful body, her hair slicked back in a loose bun, make up done to perfection, her plump lips looked so kissable. 

“Enzo, you are staring” Agustin said in a teasingly matter. 

“Shit” Enzo said and quickly looked at Agustin, when he had made eye contact with you. He softly blushed when you gave him a smile and went back to posing for the cameras. “She is here” Enzo whispered in Agustin’s ear and both of them began posing for the cameras. 

“Yeah, Bayona mentioned something about her coming” he said in his ear and wrapped his left arm around Enzo’s shoulder and kept smiling. Agustin knew that Enzo had the biggest crush on you, he kept raving about your album while they were filming the movie. He caught Enzo scrolling through your instagram and liking your pictures, he was a simp for you. 

“You better make a move before the end of the night” he told Enzo and patted his shoulder. Walking away with the rest of the cast. 

Enzo took a deep breath and nodded his head. He had to make a move, tonight what’s so ever.

—-

Finally making your way inside the theater after taking more pictures, did a couple of interviews, and finally meeting up with J.A. He lead you into the theater and stood by your side because he knew you didn’t know many people. 

“Do you want to meet the boys” he asked you as he hooked his arm with yours. You guys had known each other for sometime, so it was something that you guys always did when you hangout together. “Enzo is going to be very happy to see you” he teased and nodded his head when he saw the boys huddled up together talking. 

You look at where Bayona nodded his head and there he was. The guy that you had a small crush on. “Let’s see where this night takes me” you smiled at him and laughed softly when he immediately took you to where the cast was. 

“Guys, meet Y/N” He said as he presented you to the very tall handsom group of boys. 

One by one they greeted you with a kiss on the cheek and saying how big of fans they where to your music. The last one was Enzo. You both made intense eye contact and you were left breathless when he leaned down to kiss your cheek. His cologne and aftershave was a very calming scent to you and you didn’t know why. 

“Hi love” he said and kissed your cheek. Enzo felt a bit nervous on finally meeting you but thankfully the boys told him that you were coming there way and he gave himself a small pep talk to calm his nerves. You were more beautiful up close and you smelled like heaven, he really needed to make a move tonight or he would regret it. 

“Enzo right?” you asked, knowing that it was a risky question. 

“Yes I am” he said, his eyes widened a bit when he realized that you knew him. “Really big fan of your music” he said with a small smile. Enzo looked at the guys and he was thankful that they were all talking with Bayona and it was now him and you. 

“That’s very nice to hear” you smiled, feeling pride that he liked your music. “I’m going to release new music soon, hopefully I’m going on tour next year you told him with excitement. 

“I would love to go see you live, the boys and I would listen to your music during our filming break” he chuckled. He blushed softly when he heard you angeletic laugh. “Really it was me who would put your music” he decided to confess. 

“It’s very nice to know that you are an amazing fan” you said confidently. “Maybe you could come see my first show, I would love to see you there” you said with a smile. 

“It would be an honor to come and see you” Enzo said with a small chuckle. He was feeling even more confidence with himself and liked how comfortable you both were getting with eachother. “Would you like a drink?” he asked looked at the open bar. 

“Yes I would” you said softly both of you walked to the bar. He ordered you both a martini and clincked the glasses together softly as a little pre-celebration. “I’m very excited for the movie.” 

He smiled at you and he felt a lot of pride that the movie was finally going to be shown for everyone to see the incredible movie. Him and the boys went through a lot of hard training before going to the andes and filming in the cold. “Yes, so am I. we all worked very hard to complete this amazing story. It’s the first ever project or huge project that some of us have worked on. Hopefully we all get more opportunities in this industry.” he said and took a sip of his martini. 

“I agree with you on that, this industry is very difficult but i’m pretty sure that with this project you guys will succeed more than you think.” you gave him a heart warming smile. 

“Thank you, Linda” he said and leaned in kissing your cheek. Enzo felt like he needed to do it, hoping that it will show you that he felt someway about you. 

“No problem” you said a bit quietly and blushed softly. “I would like to invite you to one of my future shows” you said while pulling your phone out from your small clutch and handed it to him for him to type his number. 

 He grabbed you phone and type his number, he decided to take a little leap of faith and added a black heart at the end of his name. 

“Excuse me?, could i please take a picture of you both?” a random photographer said, surprising you both. Enzo looked at you with a little smile. 

“Of course” you told the photographer and blushed when you felt Enzo wrapping an arm around your waist. You stood closer to him and softly put a hand on top of his firm chest. Both of you smiled and the flash went of. “ Thank you guys” he said before walking away. 

You looked up at him and blushed when you realized that he was already smiling at you. “Here you go, Linda” he said and handed you the phone back. 

“Thank you” you said softly and leaned to get your drink. Both of you kept talking and finishing your drink. Completely getting even more comfortable with each other and his arm was around your waist the whole time. 

“Um, guy we have to head inside the theater” Bayona said when he came up to you both and was very pleased that you guys have gotten very close with each other in such short amount of time. 

“Alright, we will be right in” Enzo said as he put his glass back on the table and took yours when you handed it to him. “Let’s go?” he asked you, smiling softly at you. 

“Let’s go” you said and both of you started walking inside the theater, Enzo never removed his arm from your waist and lead you both to see the showing. 

—-

After almost three hours, the movie ended and everyone was heading out. You cried practically the whole entire time and Enzo comforted you along the way. 

“I’m sorry for crying the entire time” you laughed softly as you both walked out. He had offered to walk you to your driver. 

“It’s very understandable, it’s a very emotional ride” he said and looked down at you. Enzo say how your teeth were slightly chattering when the cold air unexpectedly hit you when you walked out of the theater. He removed his gray suit jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders. 

“Thank you” you said softly when you felt him covered your exposed arms. Both of you kept walking in a comfortable silence until you saw your driver stand by the limousine. “Well, this is where I go” you said with a chuckle and turned to him. 

“It was really nice meeting you, I hope we can see each other very soon” Enzo said and looked down at you. He loved the height difference that there was between you both. 

“I will make sure of it” you said and got on your tippy toes. Leaning in you kissed his cheek. “Goodnight Enzo” you said with a smile and turned to walk to the car. 

“Goodnight Linda” he said with a smile as he saw you walk to your car and go inside. Enzo was surprised when you kissed his cheek, he wished it would of been a real kiss but he was content with just a kiss on the cheek. He started walking back to meet the boys so that they could go back to the hotel to get ready for the interviews tomorrow. His phone buzzed softly in his pocket and he took it out. 

“I hope I could see you really soon, thank you for tonight… xo Lina” said the unknown number. He smiled and immediately save your number, typing your whole name with a red heart on the end. 

“I would like to take you out on a date tomorrow night, if you are available” he texted, biting his bottom lip at his bold move. 

“I’ll be waiting <3” you texted, right back. 

“Fuck yes” Enzo said to himself. He had a nice feeling about you and he didn’t want to loose this chance. He didn’t want to loose you. 

[the-apocrypha]

Got tagged for the WIP ask mem by @cuubism and @tj-dragonblade and @seiya-starsniper! I was a little hesitant to participate because, uh, I'm bad at having WIPs? But three separate invitations was too much to resist. <3

How many wips do you have currently?

Three! Olympics, DBD/Sandman crossover, and the University AU.

Which one are you finding the hardest to finish? Why do you think that is?

I'll be honest I am a One At A Time Girlie and so I am only working on the Olympics AU right now. The other two are effectively abandoned until/unless I decide to officially revisit them, and if I do, it will be with intentions of finishing them--and they were both abandoned for some structural issues that make me reluctant to revist them. Alas, I'm very boring and don't bounce between projects.

What does it usually look like when inspiration strikes for you?

Lots of thinking! I really try not to start writing anything I won't finish, and so I will spend a long time (usually days, sometimes up to a week) chewing on the idea--scenes, dialogue, themes, world-building, etc. If the idea comes out the other side intact, it's at that point that I'll actually start writing.

Do you curate playlists for each fic or is your process different?

LMAO no. I write in silence. I do have a Cottagecore verse playlist that I eventually made, but other than that, I just have a disorganized collection of songs that vaguely remind me of my blorbos. I love listening to other peoples' playlists, though! RIP 8tracks, I used to live on there for fun fandom playlists.

Do you go balls to the wall and write as you go or are you more organized?

The most boring. I outline and then I write in perfect order, scene by scene, until completion. I am also not particularly fast, but on a really good hit of inspiration can usually churn out about 1k/day. So not particularly balls-to-the-wall in either sense. Still! I get the job done. :D

Tagging, uh. Boy. I have no idea who's already done this already, so apologies if you just posted your own reply like two days ago and my goldfish memory is doing you dirty here--tagging @dsudis, @tharkuun, and @amielot (as applied to art).

[thelensofyashunews]

BBYMUTHA SHARES NEW LP SLEEP PARALYSIS

The defiant Chattanooga-born, Atlanta-based artist and underground heavyweight bbymutha has just shared her new album sleep paralysis—out now via True Panther Records. Fresh off a Washington Post feature that hailed her as a “prolific rapper [whose songs] mix Southern rap menace with the bump and bounce of underground clubs”, bbymutha's highly-anticipated sophomore LP arrives just as she kicks off a 25-date international tour (ticket link here). The album’s title “sleep paralysis” is a literal reference to the syndrome that bbymutha has been afflicted with since childhood – providing a way for her to dive back into memories she didn’t even know she had, an essential component in crafting the album. Defined by her colorful lyricism and genre-bending production, bbymutha has continously stood out among other SoundCloud-era artists since her 2017 hit “Rules” (6M+ Streams), and solidified her name a year later with "Lately" featuring Rico Nasty, as well as the poppy, R&B-infused banger��"Sleeping With the Enemy" (9M+ Streams). A viral performance of “Heavy Metal” on COLORS in 2019 followed by the release of bbymutha’s critically-acclaimed debut album Muthaland in 2020 led to subsequent collaborations with Zelooperz, Baby Tate, Na-Kel, Pink Siifu, Kelela, and Fly Anakin on her most recent album, Muthaleficent 3. Earlier this year, bbymutha shared new tracks “gun kontrol” and “go!”, with Pitchfork praising the former for the “allure and force of [bbymutha’s] voice, a thick Tennessee drawl that she wields like a weapon”. bbymutha is fresh off the album's third single “lines”, which HotNewHipHop lauded as “a drug-drenched banger” – continuing to set the tone for sleep paralysis, which bbymutha is using to cement herself as an artist at the forefront of Southern underground scene, while ushering in a new era of self-discovery and reinvention.

sleep paralysis, bbymutha’s full-length debut with independent label True Panther Records, finds her continuing to challenge traditional genre boundaries by experimenting with new sonic landscapes inspired by a trip to the UK. A unique blend of Punk, Electronic, Club, and Rap, sleep paralysis compiles beats from nine different producers including Foisey, Bon Music Vision, and Kilder. A visionary artist who’s steadily built her cult following through a strong run of independent releases, sleep paralysis layers steely and hilarious musings over windswept synths and echoing industrial 808s, bringing both an urgency to bbymutha’s words, and a glint of experimentation to her ever-developing sound. The album’s inspiration was derived from a post-lockdown tour in the UK on which she was introduced to the sounds of 90's Garage and UK dance music, a revelatory moment following a gauntlet of bad luck and a creative rut during the peak of the pandemic. Showcasing why Clash Magazine recently hailed bbymutha as “a staple of the Southern underground scene”, sleep paralysis is an album fascinated with the dreamlike nature of trauma, personal history, and fantasy.

[beanieman]

I got inspired by horror movie anon and now I have to ask. What role would the cast play as if they were in a romcom? I think putting them in that would be hilarious

Sara Chidouin - Sara is the lead's best friend who will be the wing man throughout the story. She will accidentally cause more problems then she will solve, but it's the thought that counts.

Joe Tazuna - Since Joe is the only character who is confirmed to have partner, he's the lead trying to impress the girl in the most goofy way possible because he's nervous to just ask her out.

Gin Ibushi - Gin is the love interests child who the main character is trying to impress. Of course, it won't be easy and it'll take 3/4 of the movie, but the heartwarming end payoff will be worth it.

Keiji Shinogi - Keiji is the parent the love interest is really worried about impressing, but he is comically chill about everything.

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Alice Yabusame - Alice is the random celebrity cameo that's only there for the comedy. He appears for everyone to go "Wow! Alice Yabusame is in this movie!" and then the main character accidentally backhands him or something.

Reko Yabusame - Reko's role is to preform the end of movie band performance where a musician plays an upbeat song to close things out.

Nao Egokoro - Nao is the quirky main character who drives most of the comedy but also has a large arc about believing in her painting skills.

Kazumi Mishima - Mishima is the wise stranger that approaches the main character with life altering advice for the part of the movie that gets really serious.

Q-taro Burgerberg - Q-Taro is the baseball player who hits a rouge ball that knocks a soda out of the main characters hands and into the love interests lap.

Kai Satou - Kai is the oblivious love interest that the main character has a crush on. Most of the movie is just the wacky hijinks that take place trying to show Kai that the main character has feelings for them.

Kanna Kizuchi - Kanna is the matchmaker who's trying to convince everyone to date each other. She's really good at her goal and ends up pairing all of the main couples.

Shin Tsukimi - Shin is the guy that's just there for a slapstick gag. He probably gets hit by a car or something and is then never addressed again.

Dolls

Ranmaru Kageyama - Ranmaru is the main lead that will likely be surrounded by discourse because he gets rejected like ten different times but still gets the girl because he's whiny "persistent."

Naomichi Kurumada - Naomichi is the straight man who is tired of all these hijinks going on around him. The main character shows up at his door asking how they can get a cardboard cut out of their crushes favorite celebrity crush, and he slams the door in his face.

Anzu Kinashi - Anzu is the friend who almost accidentally tells the love interest that the main character has a crush on them and the main character has a whole scene dedicated to trying to shush her in a wacky fashion.

Mai Tsurugi - Mai is the lead in a Christmas rom-com. She's the bubbly owner of a bakery, trying to add more fun to her life by being festive. Unfortunately, her mean boss hates Christmas. Thankfully, she meets her love interest, who will go through various wacky hijinks to raise enough money to buy the bakery for her.

Shunsuke Hayasaka - Shunsuke is the boyfriend who travels a lot for work. The main character ends up cheating on him when she gets with the film's main love interest, who values fun and spontaneity over financial stability.

Hinako Mishuku - Hinako is the main characters cynical child who is actively trying to sabotage their parents love life because they aren't ready to move on from the past.

[fromtenthousandfeet]

Smells Like Steady Vocals and Perfect Pitch

Part 1.

I wrote this on April 5th, 2024 in a fit of rage/inspiration. I wasn't going to post it but I've decided to anyway because I'd like to give a little perspective about why Jimin, out of all the members of BTS, is popular in the US, and why I think he has amazing potential as a solo artist if he's given the right team and tools.

*******

Today is the 30th anniversary of Kurt Cobain's death, so it feels like a sign from the heavens that it's time to write a post I've been composing in my head for months.

So often when I'm on Twitter/X looking for information about Jimin, I see one nasty comment after another downplaying his singing, his artistry, and his talent in general. The phrase repeated the absolute most by the fandom of a particular member is that the reason HYBE invests in one above all the others is because he has the most stable singing voice. And perfect pitch. And the perfect tone for pop music.

Frankly, I get so sick of reading those comments, but I also have to laugh, because it shows such a fundamental misunderstanding of what appeals to music fans in the US/Western countries.

If you open Spotify right now and search for Nirvana, you will see 31.1 million monthly listeners! As a reminder, their last album was released 30 years ago and they only put out 3 major label albums over a 3 year period. Meanwhile, BTS has 28.6 monthly listeners and has a discography a mile long and a career spanning more than 10 years.

Do you honestly think that Nirvana has enjoyed so much popularity over the years because Kurt Cobain had perfect pitch and could sing live? Yeah, no.

I remember where I was the first time I heard "Smells Like Teen Spirit." I couldn't decide if I loved it or hated it, but the song held a strange grip on me. It was sooo different than all the other popular music at the time, even in the alternative scene. It wasn't quite punk, wasn't quite heavy metal. The song was angry and raw, but also oddly charming. But mostly, it was refreshingly different from all the highly produced music that was on radio stations' rotations at the time. Don't believe me? Here's a link to the Billboard Top 100 on the week "Smells Like Teen Spirit" was initially released:

Check out the list and tell me how many of these songs you know. Probably a few, but not many have withstood the test of time (shout out to 3 a.m. Eternal by The KLF, though. That was a fun song).

This was the #1 song that week:

Didn't like it then. Don't like it now.

Now compare that to Smells Like Teen Spirit:

Look at the Billboard list again. Lots R&B (love), dance tracks, a smattering of college radio/alternative tunes, and a whole lot of what we would call easy listening/adult contemporary music. A snooze fest. Nirvana came along at the right time when the American music audience was in desperate need of something more authentic and not so over produced.

Sorry for this long-winded pop music history lesson. Believe it or not, I have a point to make. Americans like a huge range of music styles (as can be seen on the current Billboard charts). We get bored easily. We don't demand a steady voice or perfect pitch. What we want is something new. Something innovative. Something authentic. The biggest western pop stars who have enjoyed long careers in North America know that they must push boundaries and release new, unexpected material in order to stay relevant.

Be it BTS' English trilogy, songs that blatantly emulate American pop singers, or the conveyor belt of 2 minute TikTok-ready tunes sung by Korean girls, so far it doesn't seem like we should expect anything terribly innovative or cutting edge now that Big Hit has morphed into HYBE with its many labels/subsidiaries. Fickle American audiences will move on quickly, in my humble opinion.

One last thing. The US is a huge country with very diverse cultures based upon geographical location. Gender, age, ethnicity, urban vs. rural, and region of the US all influence what people are listening to. What's popular in Atlanta isn't necessarily popular in Salt Lake City, for example. Americans are not a homogenous group and neither is our taste in music.

[fantasticalleigh]

will be occupied later today so I will unfortunately miss tonight's RAW so I'm posting this ahead of time. this piece concludes the Broken Man series! I hope you enjoyed it and that you checked out the song it's inspired by. You'll be seeing this punkintyre art again because I used it to make a different piece for Bad Blood. The countdown to Saturday begins! ;-;

Part 1 of the Broken Man series

Part 2

Part 3

(not that anyone asked but i've had this scene stuck in my head for weeks now of them during their Hell in a Cell match where at one point at the end they've both climbed it and they're yelling and hitting each other. they're covered in blood and just out of energy but all they have is their hate/love left in their systems to fuel them. drew has punk's arm in his hand, his fingers digging into punk's previously-torn tricep. he shouts at him how much he hates him, that punk's ruined his life. that this has to end now. punk snarls back that drew is his own worst enemy, that he's so insecure inside he'll ruin and blame everyone else in the world before he is ready to admit that to himself.

they're almost at the top of the cage and they're at risk of falling. punk punches drew. drew punches punk. at any moment one of them might fall off the cage. it has to end now. this feud has ripped everything out of them, turned them into the worst versions of themselves. yet they've slowly realized over the match they can't live without the other. they are each other's purpose. drew won't be happy if punk is gone, and punk won't be happy if drew is gone. but neither can bring himself to say what he really feels.

punk grabs a handful of drew's hair and kisses him. drew is ecstatic, torn, exhausted. but he clings to punk and punk clings to him and drew feels his blood slide on his skin and his fingers slip from their grasp to the chain-link wall of the cell and despite his fear of heights he doesn't care that they're falling, falling, falling--until they land. bones break. more blood spills. but they're in each other's arms, and the light is fading from both their eyes; the audience is screaming and the officials and medics are racing to reach them in time and they're staring right at each other and though no explicit confession ever crossed ether's lips, they know.

and that's enough.