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thoughtfulchaos773 · 4 months ago
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Did they just reveal through Chef Malcolm's words in 3x10 the shows spontaneous magical moment??
When Carmy realizes he has made the best meal Sydney has ever had, and that he has found someone who connects with him through food. This moment of revelation will be the reason Carmy and Syd will want to continue cooking and being together for the rest of their lives.
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rolloroberson · 5 months ago
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“Sweeter than wine
Softer than the summer night
Everything I want, I have
Whenever I held you tight…” - Pomus-Shuman
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Earl Grant - This Magic Moment - Decca - 1966
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longtransfer · 10 months ago
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yolowritter · 8 months ago
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Plagg's past holder is...Not Great™
Hello there everyone, and welcome back to another post! This here is a little something I cooked up for Plagg in "A Case of Ladybug Luck". To give some context, I very much consider the Kwami to be Gods, and treat them like it. So when the story moved towards exploring them further, I decided to write a piece of Plagg with a past holder. Yes, Sullivan's name is a Dark Souls 3 reference. I'm a nerd, sue me. Actually don't, I can barely pay for my readers' therapy. Anyway, this can be read as a standalone, so I figured it wouldn't hurt to post! Enjoy!
Trigger Warnings: Emotional manipulation, extreme apathy, plague and disease, and mass-genocide. Abusing Cataclysm is very dangerous to others.
A man sits on an old throne, inside a forgotten, crumbling keep. The roof has long caved in on one side of the chamber, letting the rain and thunder slip through the many cracks. The halls of this castle are silent, without so much as the squeak of a mouse to interrupt the heavy breathing echoing in the wind. His face is covered by a cracked helmet, one adorned with the faceplate of a panther’s skull. And the rest of the body rests inside an ever-rusting suit of black plated armor, decorated at the knees and shoulders by silver claws. Those very arms extend to wrap around the body, as if in a tired, pointless gesture of protection. Pontiff Sullivan sits upon his dusty throne on an eerily quiet night, with only the occasional strike of thunder to shatter the silence.
Beyond what tired eyes can see lies the rest of the keep, a forgotten Lord’s castle than once stood tall and proud. Moss and tangled vines have begun growing on the exterior walls, most of the windows blown to pieces by howling winds, and not a single soul’s footprint to be found. Rather, all Plagg can see with his endless eyes are the harsh claw marks on the ground, another result of his master’s choice of adornment. On the bottom side of Sullivan’s boots lay the jagged claws of a fierce black panther, a terrifying beast whose presence haunts every speck of air the God of Destruction can perceive. By his rough estimate, Plagg guesses it must have been at least two decades since even a stay cat set foot inside this old keep, at the top of a small hill overlooking a small town. Even the massive greatsword laying against the throne’s arm has been gathering dust, slowly eroding with the passage of time.
His master does nothing but sit on this very spot, has not moved in what the Kwami thinks may be weeks or even longer. All ‘round the ancient castle lay dark scorch marks of pure Destruction, one of which is visible through a half-crumbled wall just a few halls away. The howling winds continue to tear the keep apart one stone brick at a time, and Plagg is left only with memories. He recalls the battlefield, those very fields just outside the main gate. Said former testament to human engineering now lies ajar, with worms slowly eating at the wood it’s mad of. But once, many years ago, it had been the sight of war. Sullivan, then a young and determined knight, had finally gathered whichever friends could be mustered to retake his ancestral home from the boy’s uncle. Plagg cannot remember for the life of him if they were actually ever related by blood. Yet…the Kwami cannot find reason for the detail to matter. No, instead his jumps to Sullivan’s bravery and courage, to the sheer presence of shining gold that almost three hundred men had rallied behind. A kind smile and encouraging words had appealed to morals and knightly conviction once, the same features now lay hidden behind a faceless mask.
That boy…is gone now. Plagg knows as much, but is still tethered to this shell of a man, a shattered reflection of valiance twisted into nothing more than self-righteous foolishness. That was why, in the pride of his old age, Sullivan had sent his servants and knights all away to far-off lands, back when a single sliver of goodness still nested in his heart. The breastplate’s tattered cape billows in the wind as the Pontiff finally stands, armor crafted by the magic of Plagg’s Miraculous creaking with every movement. The Kwami feels himself strain as much as the metal plates, having held Sullivan’s pitiful existence together for so long that he, a literal God, has begun to long for the separation that so defined his kin before first contact with humanity. Truly, even being formless once again would be preferable to this horrible stagnation that permeated the very concept of Destruction.
With great effort, a single step is taken, and then another…and another…and another, until eventually the aging Pontiff’s legs have carried them both across the deserted halls and up a staircase that’s barely stable enough to hold a single man’s weight. It’s then, overlooking the surrounding lands from high above, that Plagg finally sees it. His Destruction, the echoes left behind by that great Cataclysm which brought Sullivan and his comrades victory, a gain in which the Kwami had once gladly shared. It’s been so long since he’s observed the full scope of that battle, if only because no mortal should be able to do the same. And yet, the Pontiff takes deep, ragged breaths as he gazes to the black flickers lining the grass, almost as if marking the ground with timeless scorches. Plagg feels it too, the subtle way in which they tremble in warning. He’s already known of course what any deviation from the throne-watching entails, but now it’s fully confirmed.
In the town below, a single traveler rests at a tavern, coughing lightly as if to clear his throat. Not a soul suspects, fewer have even heard the rumors, but what is death if not the slow, methodical destruction of physical matter? What is impending doom, if not something Plagg can feel? The stormy night goes on, and a blinding flash of thunder splits the skies as Sullivan begins to raise his arms. Trembling old bones and half-shattered armor both creak in protest, much more resistance than the God of Destruction can bother mustering. Still, the Pontiff manages to raise his clawed gauntlets up to an opening in the crumbling watchtower’s stones, and murmurs the word under his breath.
Cataclysm. A notion that Plagg had once been proud to personify, when that very same power had turned a legion of bloodthirsty, half-mad men to dust right before Sullivan’s eyes. The Kwami had used it then in desperation, this flicker of divine power. To save his Holder, a brave man he’d grown far too attached to for anyone’s good. With golden hair to match the aura surrounding the young knight, and green eyes glimmering with brilliant rays of hope as banners were raised in victory…Plagg had failed to see the darkness skulking underneath. That same evil was now made manifest in wisping black smoke ‘round the old Pontiff’s clawed arms, with a pained grunt as viscous veins of inky puss flickered to life all across his body.
The once rosy tint of the boy’s cheeks had long been stolen, replaced with a pale, ghastly complexion fit only for the horror stories told about the many creatures which had great aversion from the sun. Plagg hadn’t bothered to learn what the folktales were calling them this century. The black energy crackled all through Sullivan’s body, sapping both his and the Kwami’s lifespans to bring forth the very power that even a God like him had grown to fear. Of course, Plagg had heard the justification countless times, so many that he had truly began to lose count faster than Sullivan lost his mind. Yet it mattered little, when the dark mist of Cataclysm spread throughout the air, carried by howling winds all the way to its unsuspecting victims.
A raspy cough nearly tears through the Pontiff’s lungs, and he desperately clutches a crumbling wall to stay upright. “It’s a mercy, Plagg. They are all sick, and I am the cure…” he speaks the words with a conviction the Kwami once admired, and falls silent once more. In the town below, the Plague has begun to spread, from the traveler to the innkeeper, and then to another. The swirling dark mists flood the air around the slumbering villagers, and Plagg feels each and every bright soul disintegrate into absolutely nothing, leaving naught but tiny specks of ash.
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guerrilla-operator · 2 years ago
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Lou Reed // This Magic Moment (The Drifters cover)
This magic moment While your lips are close to mine Will last forever Forever till the end of time
So why won´t you dance with me? Hey baby Why won´t you dance with me?
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music-addiction-disorder · 11 months ago
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myimaginaryradio · 3 months ago
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This Magic Moment - Jay And The Americans
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howardhawkshollywoodmusic · 5 months ago
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74. This Magic Moment by Jay and the Americans debuted Dec 68 and peaked at number six, scoring 985 points.
The Drifters' 1960 original peaked at number 16.
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giresthoughts · 2 years ago
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‘Forever’, Aug. 2009, model Maddy, ph Erik Gigengack
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...🎶❤️💋
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Good morning!
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admiralgiggles · 2 months ago
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astr0disiac · 3 months ago
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"toxic yaoi" this "password" that
THIS being one of stan's lowest moments is the saddest thing i've seen and no one has talked about it what the freak :(
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taevisionceo · 6 months ago
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💭 #ThoughtInTheNight EVERY WORD… EVERY MESSAGE I DEDICATE TO YOU… FEELINGS AND MOMENTS EXPRESSED IN WORDS… AS A WHOLE, THEY ARE FOR ME “THE MOST BEAUTIFUL LOVE STORY EVER WRITTEN”… MY LOVE STORY. THEY ARE MAGICAL MOMENTS… DIFFERENT AND NEW… IT ALL STARTED WITH THAT LOOK OF YOURS… IT TOOK ME BY SURPRISE… THE LOOK IN YOUR EYES… THAT LOOK SO BEAUTIFUL… SO SWEET… SO LOVELY… AND NOW… JUST FOR BEING IN MY LIFE… I’VE EVERYTHING I WANT… YOU’VE MADE ALL MY DREAMS COME TRUE… WHENEVER I HOLD YOU TIGHT… I FEEL LIKE IT’S A MAGICAL MOMENT… A MOMENT I WISH COULD LAST ETERNALLY… FOREVER, TILL THE END OF TIMES. MY LITTLE GIRL… THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME MAGIC MOMENTS. I LOVE YOU, I’LL LOVE YOU FOREVER AND EVER ❤
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ruporas · 8 months ago
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dragon meat, you, and me
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1day1movie · 10 months ago
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This Magic Moment (2016) Gentry Kirby, Erin Leyden.
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