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cetaitlaverite · 7 months ago

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Why All This Music?

Masters of the Air - Rosie Rosenthal x OC

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03. Tell Me About Vienna

When Rosie reached the piano, Freddie still had her eyes closed. He stood beside her, watching the speed and grace with which her fingers passed over the keys, and then the serenity on her face.

He waited patiently while she finished her song. He tucked his hands behind his back and tapped his fingers together in time with the beat she was playing, rocked lightly back and forth on his feet and laughed quietly when he caught Millie’s eye and she winked at him.

Freddie, oblivious, continued to play, and only opened her eyes once she had let the final note ring out fully.

“Hi,” Rosie greeted, and cringed when she startled.

Freddie leaped to her feet and whirled to face him, her heart thumping hard in her chest. Her eyes were wide, her nose scrunched up in an expression which betrayed that she felt she’d been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to, and she mirrored him in tucking her hands behind her back, though he had the sneaking suspicion she was following an impulse to try and hide what she’d been doing before she’d noticed him standing there as if he may have only just appeared.

“Hi,” she breathed, blushing furiously.

“Didn’t mean to sneak up on you, there,” he told her, taking a step back just in case she felt overwhelmed. He untucked his hands and fiddled at his cuffs to give him something to focus on which wasn’t the rosy hue in her cheeks. “I just wanted to tell you that - uh - well, you play beautifully.”

Mercifully, Freddie smiled. And there were the dimples again. He smiled himself just for seeing them.

“Thank you,” Freddie told him, quiet but perhaps just a little bit less unsure. “I haven’t played in a while, truth be told, so I was just… playing, really. Messing around.”

Rosie chuckled under his breath. “If that’s your version of messing around I think I’ve just discovered the next Mozart.”

Freddie beamed at this, pleased with the praise, but hemmed and hawed all the same. “Thank you,” she replied. “Really. That’s sweet of you to say.” Especially after I ran away from you the other night, she added in her head. Standing before him now, watching him smile and laugh and fiddle with his sleeves, she couldn’t believe she’d found the strength in herself to do it. She wouldn’t necessarily have called him cute - too tall, too muscular, too boyish and charming and collected - but precious, definitely. Something about him made her want to kiss his cheeks.

Rosie didn’t say anything for a beat, just looked at her, but then he shook his head, the same way he’d done when he’d first stood opposite her the other night, and his smile went all shy. “I wanted to ask you, ma’am - Freddie -” he caught himself and corrected himself immediately and Freddie laughed “- I wanted to ask you if you might like to dance? With me?”

“Now?” Freddie asked, darting her eyes at the dance floor. Now that she’d stopped playing, the gramophone had been turned up, but even still only one couple was dancing. And after she hadn’t danced in about a year and a half, perhaps longer, Freddie wasn’t sure whether she was ready to let Rosie throw her into the deep end like that, the pep talk Millie had given her be damned.

Rosie followed her eyes and grimaced at the emptiness of the space. Terrible timing, he berated himself, and then berated Millie, for she had been the one to suggest he do it.

But he’d gone and done it now. What was there left to do but commit?

“Yeah,” he answered her, turning back around with a decisive nod. “It’s a good song to dance to.”

Freddie didn’t recognise the song, which was the way of things sometimes, for even though they were in England the American Red Cross girls made a habit of picking the music. She liked it well enough - agreed with Rosie well enough that it must have been fun to dance to - but when she looked up into his eyes, all prepared to say yes and flee the vicinity to throw up afterwards if she needed to, her affirmative died on her lips.

Too soon, she told herself. Much, much too soon. It hadn’t even been three years. Was that all Daniel had meant to her? They’d loved each other from childhood, had talked about marriage and babies and the house they’d buy once the war was finished, and she was about to go around dancing with American pilots not three years after he’d been shot out of the sky?

“I can’t,” Freddie choked out, her throat suddenly tight. She shook her head, once uncertainly and then again firmly, took a step back from Rosie and stumbled when the backs of her knees hit the piano bench.

Rosie must have known something was wrong. He must have thought she was neurotic, more to the point, but he was just too kind to show it. He took a step away from her, lest she try to put distance between them again and fall over in the process, and when Freddie met his eyes he looked nothing short of aghast.

“I’m sorry,” he began, hands outstretched towards her as though to placate a spooked animal. “I didn’t mean to cross a line or -”

“No, no, it’s okay!” Freddie squeaked, placing a hand over her racing heart. There was a sick feeling in her stomach and the room was too crowded. Had it always been this hot in here? The music was too loud and the chatter was deafening. Her jacket was too tight and she had hair sticking to the sweat on the back of her neck. She couldn’t move her toes in her shoes and, god, where was Millie?

“I want,” Freddie began, trying her best to calm her breathing. She pressed her hand firmer against her heart, willing the pressure to slow it down. “I want,” she tried again, “to see the stars.”

Rosie was struck dumb for a moment. He wasn’t sure he’d heard her right.

“The stars,” Freddie insisted, already starting past him. “I want to see the stars.”

“The stars,” Rosie echoed, eyebrows furrowed, watching her go. His eyes found Millie, who of course was watching everything, and she widened her own at him meaningfully and inclined her head in the direction of Freddie and the door she was heading for.

“The stars!” Rosie exclaimed, as though someone had just kicked him in the behind. “Right.” He raced ahead of Freddie to get the door for her, still not entirely convinced she wanted him to go with her, but nonetheless when she slipped past him he followed close behind.

A wall of darkness hit Freddie in the face the second the door had closed behind her, and suddenly it was easier to breathe. Years into the war the blackout didn’t catch her so off guard any more; the dark didn’t feel so oppressive or lonely. All it was was the absence of light.

The night sky was blinking at her, awaiting her next move, as she tipped her head back to greet it for the first time tonight. It got dark so late nowadays with the double daylight savings it was a wonder the stars had come out at all. But they had, and they were waiting for her, and everything which had been skewed sideways inside the officers’ club was now set to rights.

Freddie kept her eyes skyward as she walked slowly off of the gravel path leading to the officer’s club and onto the grass. The sprinklers would come on soon, she knew, but they hadn’t yet, and the grass was still just a little bit warm after the day’s stifling heat as she lowered herself down onto it.

“Oh,” said Rosie, hastily undoing his buttons and jogging to close the distance she’d inadvertently created between them. “Here,” he said, flicking out his dress uniform jacket to let the breeze flatten it out before laying it on the grass like a blanket.

Freddie hadn’t entirely known he’d followed her out here, but she wasn’t startled by his presence this time. She also couldn’t tell whether she wanted him there or not. Instead of deciding, she thanked him quietly and shifted over to sit on his jacket, then looked up at him expectantly to hint that she’d like for him to sit down.

Rosie took the hint.

They sat in silence for a while, heads tipped back, eyes on the sky, hands resting politely in their laps. Freddie watched the twinkling of one star in particular. It looked like it was winking at her. Then she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and spoke quietly, “I’m sorry I freaked out on you in there.”

She didn’t turn to look at Rosie, didn’t even open her eyes, but she could feel him watching her in profile. “That’s alright,” he said, then coughed abruptly. “I mean, you didn’t.”

Freddie cracked a smile at this. “I did,” she corrected him. “It happens sometimes.”

Rosie didn’t say anything. He wasn’t going to prod her and ask what had happened, whether she was okay, or whether he’d done something wrong. He gave her space to decide how much she wanted to say about the matter, and if this was it then he’d take it and move on.

“I don’t do a lot of dancing, see,” Freddie went on after a few moments of contemplative silence. She opened her eyes, now, and carried on staring at that one blinking star. “Haven’t for a while. And it scares me to do it again.”

“I’m sorry,” Rosie said quietly, because this time he just couldn’t help himself. “I didn’t -”

“No, that’s okay,” Freddie insisted. She turned her soft smile on him, dimples and all, and something stretched tight in his heart. Tilting her head towards one of her shoulders, her smile turned sad as she confessed, “I actually did want to dance with you. Just so you know.”

Rosie smiled wider than he perhaps would have liked, but he didn’t have an awful lot of control over his own body at the moment. “You did?”

Freddie laughed quietly and nodded, tracking his eyes as they searched the area around her, as if waiting for someone to jump out and tell him she was lying.

“Maybe -” she started after a beat, and faltered. She drew in a deep breath and tried again, “Maybe we might become friends,” she proposed, her eyes filled with hope. “And then, maybe, you might like to ask me again sometime.”

His eyes shot to hers and he wasn’t sure what she found there, but hers filled with laughter.

“Tell me about yourself, Rosie,” Freddie requested.

Rosie grinned at this and leaned back on his hands in the grass. “Well -”

They spent a long while going back and forth after that, covering the basics. Rosie was twenty-six, from Brooklyn, New York, USA, and had been a lawyer before becoming a bomber pilot. He liked to read, loved jazz music, and had never had a pet but would like to. Freddie, on the other hand, was twenty-three, from Oxford, Oxfordshire, England, though she’d spent her childhood split between there and Vienna, Austria - which, she explained, was how she knew German. Before the war she’d been a student in music but she’d joined the WAAFs soon after the outbreak of war in ‘39. She liked poetry, especially of the romantic variety, loved classical music, and would be delighted for Rosie to visit home with her next time either of them had leave so he could come and meet her dogs. They would be his honorary pets, she said, so he ought to meet them as soon as possible.

“Tell me about Vienna,” Rosie requested after they’d finished the get-to-know-yous.

Freddie smiled quietly, lying back in the grass. “Vienna,” she said wistfully, smiling up at the stars. “It’s called ‘Wien’ in German, but I’ve always thought the English name is prettier.” She waved a hand dismissively in the air, as though swiping that thought away, before clearing her throat and continuing, “It’s bitingly chilly there in the winter months. Colder, even, than England. It snows more there, too. But it’s magical, really. The buildings are old and ornate. Some of them are almost gothic. You can ride around the city in a horse-drawn carriage and it’s so easy to imagine you’re back in the days of the Habsburg dynasty or something. There are a lot of horses - Vienna is the home of the Spanish Riding School, after all - so wherever you go you can always hear them walking on the cobblestones. And the Opera House is just beautiful - I used to go there all the time as a little girl with my parents. They’d take me so I could listen to the orchestra. And, I don’t know, Vienna just feels nostalgic to me. Like the fairytales my dad used to read me before bed. Magical and happy and lovely. All of my best childhood memories are from Vienna.”

“You must miss it a lot,” Rosie commented quietly. At some point during her monologue he’d lain back in the grass with her, and she found him already watching her in profile when she glanced over to meet his eyes.

Freddie smiled sadly, nodding, the grass beneath her cheek itchy and irritating against her skin. “Yes,” she admitted. “Although I dread to think how it looks after the Soviet bombing last year. And still more how it looks now it’s Nazi territory.” She frowned and turned back to the night sky. “The last time I was there was right before the Anschluss, when I was eighteen. Already the Nazis were doing their best to try to ruin it and they didn’t even officially have control yet. I can’t even begin to imagine what their reign of terror has done to it by now.”

“We’ll win it back,” Rosie assured her. “And sooner rather than later, I’ll bet.”

“Now that you’ve joined the fight, you mean?” Freddie teased, glancing back over at him.

Rosie grinned. “Get me and my crew in a B-17 right now and we’ll free Vienna for ya.”

Freddie laughed, loud and bright and uninhibited, and sat up on her forearms just to tease him from a higher vantage point. “And how would you do that in a bomber?”

Rosie mirrored her posture, leaning up on his forearms. There was a twinkle in his eye as he gazed back at her through the darkness, making the blue shine brighter than the rest of him. “Well,” he started. He was cut off by a shriek.

“The sprinklers!” Freddie squealed, leaping to her feet. One second they’d both been dry and content, the next they were being sprayed from all angles with freezing cold water.

Wrenching Rosie’s dress uniform jacket off the floor, Freddie threw it as far as she could so that it was out of the firing line before the rest of her, then grabbed Rosie’s arm to hurry him as she sprinted off of the grass.

“Oh no,” she lamented through fits of giggles once they were safely stood back on the gravel outside of the officers’ club. She held her arms away from her body and looked down at her sodden uniform, then met Rosie’s eyes through the dripping curtain of her hair and laughed again. “Your uniform,” she whined as she took in the sight of him, then hastily scurried off to retrieve the pool on the floor that was his jacket, a few metres away.

“Sorry,” Freddie offered as she held the jacket out to him. It, at least, had largely been spared from the water, since Freddie had been lying on it when they’d first been ambushed and because of her quick thinking in tossing it from the fray.

Rosie laughed, taking it from her only to wrap it around her shoulders. He shrugged, dismissing her apology. “I was gettin’ hot anyway.”

Freddie scrunched her nose, not knowing what to say, and did her best to push the wet hair out of her face. “We’ll probably have to call it a night, now,” she said.

Rosie nodded. He didn’t look all that concerned.

“I’m sorry for cutting your evening short. It must be the last thing you needed after the raid today.”

Rosie smiled and tucked his hands behind his back. “After the raid today, I was thinking of heading to bed early anyway. Only came out to show my face.”

Freddie giggled. “Good of you,” she teased.

“Can I walk you back to your hut?”

Freddie considered this question for a moment. Her eyes found the stars as she chewed on her bottom lip. This, all of this, was the longest she’d been alone with a man since Daniel, and she wasn’t sure how she was feeling about it. Overwhelmed, definitely, but in a good or a bad way? There was no way to be sure, not right now, not with Rosie’s hopeful blue eyes searching her face for a sign that she might not reject him this time.

“Yes,” she breathed, mustering every last ounce of courage to do so. “I’d like it if you would.”

Rosie smiled. Wide. Wider than he probably should have, definitely wider than was appropriate. But the name of the game was baby steps, and he felt like he’d just taken several.

They chatted idly on the way back, about this and that and whatever else. Freddie confessed her fears about being promoted after the event with the German pilot the other day, and Rosie confessed his fears that he’d never be able to get the grass stains out of his trousers. At this, Freddie laughed loudly, holding onto his forearm as she walked to make sure she maintained her path. And her hand stayed there, mindlessly, for the rest of the walk back to her hut. It stayed there, indeed, until she reached up on her tiptoes and let her lips hover by Rosie’s cheek.

Was it too much, if she kissed him? Too much for him, who might think her too forward? Too much for her, who knew it was too soon?

In the end, Freddie decided it didn’t matter. She kissed his cheek gently anyway.

“Goodnight, Rosie,” she whispered, sliding off his jacket and holding it out to him.

Rosie’s breath was stuck in his throat. He could offer no words as she gave him a final, fleeting, clearly embarrassed smile before ducking into her hut as rapidly as a rabbit fleeing a fox.

Only when she was gone and he was left alone, just himself and the stars she loved so much, did his breath return to him. His heart raced as he smiled into the darkness, a quiet chuckle the only sound in the air.

“Night,” he finally replied.

#my writing #mota #watm #masters of the air #masters of the air x oc #masters of the air fanfic #masters of the air fanfiction #rosie rosenthal #rosie rosenthal x oc #rosie rosenthal fanfic #hbo war

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makeitp1nk · 11 months ago

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I started reading Percy Jackson for the Disney+ series, and I’m obsessed. In the past five-ish days, I've watched the movie, finished book 1, caught up on the series, and I'm on book 2. Thoughts (& spoilers 🚨):

*book 1 📖, book 2 📚 , series 📺, movie 🎥

📖 I fucking love that Percy lets Sally save herself

📖 I also LOVE that Poseidon says he regrets having Percy while also being proud of him. It’s complex, it’s real, and Percy’s response is so appropriate for a 12-yr old. This felt so much better to me than rockstar parents that died but we’re always in the background somehow (ahem, ⚡️ )

📚 Percy's feelings towards Tyson are so beautifully written, so real--I LOVE this.

📺 the casting is A+

🎥 but Pierce Brosnan as Chiron was kind of delicious

📖 there’s no slutshaming - no shitting on parents having kids out of wedlock. This shouldn’t feel refreshing but it does

📖 A NEURODIVERGENT HERO! Be still, my heart! The ways that the author validates neurodivergence while reinforcing that it doesn’t meant useless, dumb, or helpless is just fantastic

📖 Percy is so sassy, his POV is what really makes these books for me. Disney is doing their best to bring this to the series, but a lot just doesn’t translate

📺 series Grover >> I need more bleating tho

📖 I relate with Hades bc I am a boring adult. I also LOVE how well the author wrote the gods: the change in atmosphere and the deference the kids feel when they face them jumps off the page

🎥 Where did Clarisse go!? They did her DIRTY.

🎥 Don't even get me started on Ares.

📺 I can't wait to meet Ares and see a kid-centered Lotus :)

📖 Love love love how age-appropriate Annabeth and Percy are in their relationship--they're borderline "ew, cooties" at each other and it's perfect

📺 Avoiding the physical abuse storyline was the way to go

📺 Did not love the performance of the actress who plays Sally Jackson, BUT I love what they did to the character and that she and Grover had a rapport.

📖 I love how distinctly modern and American the book is. The Underworld is in LA (obviously), and Olympus is in the Empire State Building. Hermes runs (literally), operates a delivery company, and his caduceus turns into a cellphone. Grover can only play Mozart and Hillary Duff on his flute!!! It feels tangible and accessible while remaining fictional and fantastical. Is this what it felt like to read HP as a British child?

📖 My only qualm is the fight with Ares... tough to swallow as an adult reader but must have been awesome to read as a child

I'm sure I'll be back to scream some more, but yeah. I am obsessed.

#percy jackson #the lightning thief #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo tv show #pjo series #pjo movies

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tetsunabouquet · 2 years ago

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Basic Instinct Part 4

A/N: So if I’m not doing my homework, I am catching up on my writing schedule. FINALLY, part 4 is here and we get to the parents having no boundaries part, so be warned. Overprotective daddy mode has been activated, as well as roast mode. Masaomi just seems like that kind of douche. Masterpost Akashi Masaomi had always believed himself to be above these kind of actions, but here he was, trailing in the shadows after his son. His son, who was according to his butler's reports going to meet the person he was texting. He spied, as he saw his son's face light up at the sight of a h/c haired girl. "Akashi-san!" You chirped, your face as bright and happy as his son's. You looked happy to see his son in a genuine way, he'd give you that, but your attire alone revealed your commoner status, which Akashi senior wasn't very happy with. Ah well, he could better suck it, as Fate would say. Because Akashi Seijuro's heart was pounding so loudly he feared it would break through his ribcage. He thought you looked so beautiful, you had chosen the correct colours that suited you and brought out your eyes. He loved the way their colour were standing out more vividly in your sweet face. "I'm so happy you want to help me shopping. I really have no clue what kind of sheet music my cousin would like for his birthday." You said, looking at him like he was your savior. "It's no problem. It was a good idea to think of gifting him sheet music. It's definitely a gift a musician could appreciate." Akashi said, trying to subtly hint at the fact he'd also appreciate such a gift from you if you ever were in the need or position to gift him something. Just the idea made his blush- when he was alone at least, he tried not thinking about these things too much in front of you, scared he'd betray himself. He wanted to confess to you, but not yet. Not when you were reaching out for help with your cousin. You trusted him to give advice and his honest opinion, he did not wish to get distracted with his own feelings whilst doing so. "So, how's your day been so far?" You asked as you headed into the direction of the music store. "Hmm, well it was pretty quiet. My father left for business earlier." You sighed. "It sucks when your only parent is constantly with their minds at work, doesn't it?" "Yeah," he breathed. He loved how you understood, even though he wished a happier life for you. It almost made him feel guilty, the way he felt so relieved whenever you echoed how he felt. You rubbed his shoulder with sympathy before you slid into the store, Akashi behind you. Masaomi was staring at a distance, his eyes locked on the shop. 'I could buy that entire place. There are far better shops with more valuable instruments. If Seijuro needs anything, he could just ask me instead of degrading himself to a lowly commoner and shopping so ordinarily.' It must be you. He wondered if his boy was trying to impress this commoner girl. 'Shiori had status. This girl is not nearly as worthy of my Seijuro, or have his fancy of her compared to our love.' After about a half hour, thanks to Akashi, you had found some Mozart you figured your cousin would enjoy. You smiled as you purchased the gift, happy he had came along to help. "You're really a life saver, Akashi-san!" "Please, do call me Seijuro. We're friends." He insisted, who was secretly dying to get on first name basis with you. You giggled joyfully and replied, "okay, if that's what you wish Seijuro-san!" His heart skipped a beat with the way your name rolled off of your tongue. "Yes, and I can call you Y/n-san, right?" You nodded, and a bright smile broke out on his face. "Great. Can I treat you to lunch?" He asked, courteously but warm. "Actually, I had something in mind!" You chirped, and started rummaging through your bag. "Perhaps it's better if we find a place to sit..." you muttered. Akashi was instantly curious, and guided you to the nearest benches located at the nearby square. 'Did she actually brought something to eat for us? Did she make it herself? Do I get to taste her self-made food for the first time?' Thoughts were racing, and he tried to contain his excitement at the idea of getting to taste his crush's home-made food. As you sat down, you pulled out a small plastic sack, and looked at him with expecting, hopeful eyes. "I know we've only been friends as of recent, but when I though of asking your help I realized I did forget your birthday the other week." That took an unexpected turn. "You're gifting me something for my birthday?" He asked breathlessly. "Well, its just a bunch of muffins I baked. I don't really know that much about what you like yet, and I figured anything I could buy is something you could buy a dozen off, so I just settled for birthday muffins." You babbled slightly, the look on your face growing more nervous per second. There was no reason to be nervous, however, considering Akashi felt besides himself with joy at the thought you baked him muffins as a belated birthday present. You sheepishly pulled them out. They were the type that were multi-coloured through the means of cheap food coloring. All of them were an orange-red, with dark green symbols that as Akashi tried to decipher, he realized must be kanji. "The kanji is a bit unreadable, what does it say?" He asked, curiously. You almost seemed to shrink on your seat, mumbling, "It didn't turn out as well as I hoped. I tried imitating the kanji for Shogi pieces. You like Shogi, don't you?" 'Shogi themed muffins?' You might as well have stolen and broke his heart simultaneously. They weren't perfect like how his cook would have made them, but they were baked with so much consideration and care. It reminded him of his mother, the only person who'd put such loving thought in his meals. At that moment, Fate did not know who to pity more. The girl about to burst into tears because she was so terrified of being a failure after years of abuse, or the boy about to burst into tears because he hadn't known such consideration since the death of his only emotionally healthy parent. With both of their eyes shining with tears, Akashi thanked you. "I've seldomly received baked goods from the people close to me. I'll treasure this experience." You let out a small puff of breath out of relief, and smiled with so much kindness it made him blush, ever so slightly. How were you actually real? Because as far as Akashi is concerned, this feels more like a good dream he had forbidden himself to dream a long time ago. Akashi ate your muffins, each bite filling him with so much warmth, he couldn't fathom how he had ever thought so highly of his cook. This, was a way more satisfying meal. Because it was made from the heart. Your heart. It was his turn to feel sheepish once he realized he ate them all without offering you one. "Now you've got nothing to eat. I apologize." "It's okay, they were meant for you." You said, your smile only ever seeming to get sweeter and brighter for some unexplainable reason. 'Kami-Sama truly gave her a smile like the sun. It just gets brighter and warmer the more I look at it.' "Still, I owe you lunch. Let me get you something." Akashi insisted. You giggled in return, your smile still as bright and charming. "I'd like to refuse as you already bought a meal for me once, but I don't think you'll accept no for an answer." "No, I won't." Akashi returned the smile with full confidence, and offered you his arm. You kept giggling as you hooked yours on his, both of you clearly giddy. Exactly as Fate intended, foreseeing the joy that awaited you. Masaomi on the other hand, was retreating. He had seen enough. As much as he found the idea of his son dating a commoner a blasphemy to the Akashi family name, he too, could see the similarity with the muffins and Shiori's old cooking. That happy, proud look you had in your eyes as he enjoyed those muffins, was exactly the look Shiori would have when watching her family eat her food. 'A discount version of my Shiori...Hmmph'. (Masaomi, don't roast reader-chan too badly, you toxic, classist douche)

#basic instinct #akashi masaomi #akashi seijirou #akashi x you #knb x reader #knb #kuroko's basketball #hurt/comfort #baking #shopping #sheet music #knb x you #shiori akashi #birthday #muffins #shogi

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bagettsfornoon · 5 months ago

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id say one of the funniest things I did in highschool was a theater presentation i did in junior year (second to last year? don’t know if I translated that right). anyway, we were adapting scenes from hamlet, and at the moment I didn’t have anyone to do the assignment with so I decided to do a monologue- with a twist. yeah, just… just see it for yourselves lmao

HAMLET AND THE SOCK PUPPET

Setting: Mansion, home to Hamlet’s family. Inside one of the more secluded parts of the house, where there are barely any windows, so almost no light comes through. There are a few tables around, decorated with small vases, some filled with already dead flowers. Only one light turned on in the whole room, the other one flickering into life every now and then, but staying off most of the time.

Costumes and characters:

Hamlet: black jeans with chains, black shoes, white long-sleeved shirt and a black t-shirt over that. Wears his hair over his face, almost covering one eye. Strong eyeliner, and eyebags.

Horatio: a neon pink sock with googly eyes

SCRIPT -

Hamlet arrives on scene, looking around with confusion and wonder. He raises his right hand, where Horatio is.

Horatio: Over here, Hamlet!

Hamlet: (looking around) Is it truly here, my friend? Is this the place in which you found my father’s phantom?

Horatio: Yes Hamlet. It was here. The ghost of your (turns to look at the audience) dead father.

Hamlet: (looks at Horatio) My dearest friend, my bestest friend (looks away) my only friend. (looks back) Never would I dare think to doubt you, for your loyalty is most cherished to me, but this. This is certainly unbelievable. Oh, it feels like madness, taking over me like a virus, consuming every part of me, ever since my father’s death. I am desperate, Horatio! My own mother calls me crazy! And all I can do is hold on to these bits and pieces of information, and hope. (Horatio taps him in the shoulder) oh? What is it, dear friend of mine?

Horatio: Your dad, Hamlet! He 's talking to me!

Hamlet: (surprised) truly? Right now, he’s here? (Looks around, and looks shocked at some place) I see him! Oh father, how truly I’ve missed you! It’s been a torture to live in this home, with these people. Mother and uncle got married! It’s all upside down, and I miss you so…

Horatio: He says he misses you too

Hamlet: oh, but why can’t I hear you, father?

Horatio stares to where Hamlets father supposedly is for a while

Horatio: he says “lol, idk”

Hamlet: I see. Well, what else does he say?

Horatio: he says your uncle killed him

Hamlet: (shocked) What!?

Horatio: did a whole Shakespeare on him. With the poison in the ear and everything. He also paid the police so they wouldn’t frame him. And he says your mother has been having an affair with him since before you were born lmao you’re so blind how didn’t you see

Hamlet: (falls to his knees, devastated) Oh dear father! I have been a fool… you see, when I was a young boy… (looks away) oh, father! (hides his face in his hands, crying)

Horatio: don’t cry, Hamlet! (pats him in the head) there there. You’ll carry on, we’ll carry on. Also, your dad is asking what your mom did with his My Chemical Romance cds

Hamlet starts to cry harder.

Hamlet: (sobbing) she said that it was just a phase! It is not just a phase! Father, I am so sorry! Uncle replaced them with Beethoven, and Mozart cds. Who even owns those?!

Horatio: he says that you must take revenge then! (looks at the audience) You must kill him in cold blood.

Hamlet: if that is what father says (stands up) it is then what I must do. Very well then. I will plan your revenge, dear father of mine, and I will kill this traitor.

Horatio: He’s gone!

Hamlet: I must be going crazy, my dearest friend. My father’s phantom, speaking to me as if he is really here. I am really just as mad as everyone claims. Hamlet, the mad prince, who speaks with himself when he is all alone.

Hamlet stares into space quietly. Horatio rises next to him, looks at the audience and then at him multiple times.

Horatio: You’re not mad, Hamlet. And you’re not alone, you talk to me! Would a crazy person have such a great friend?

Hamlet looks at Horatio and smiles lightly

Hamlet: Perhaps you are right. Now, let us go! We must plan our revenge.

Horatio: while we listen to My Chemical Romance on blast?

Hamlet: (fully smiles) you know me so well, my dearest bestest friend

(fully copy-pasted from the original file lmao)

one of my best performances in my life, i hate the fact that i didn’t ask anyone to record me.

#shitpost #hamlet #scriptwriting #theatre

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a-god-in-ruins-rises · 6 months ago

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Since you believe in the rule of law how do you feel about vigilante justice? You reblogged something about shooting drug dealers recently but that would be illegal.

lmao. fair question.

my views on law, criminality, and punishment are very complicated. they might even seem contradictory to many at first glance. there are layers to it.

so yeah, in general, i do believe in the rule of law. and the rule of law has both religious and practical dimensions in my mind. i won't get into to the religious aspects of it right now, but i will touch on the practical.

i believe law, ultimately, is simply a regulatory mechanism necessary to create conditions that are conducive to the production of culture. and for me, the creation of culture is of the utmost importance.

what i mean is, you're not going to find a mozart or titian in some lawless anarchy that is drowning in violence and corruption. there are no mozarts in the jungle. no academies or olympic games.

so law (and the government to create and administer the law) is a necessary precondition for the creation of culture.

but at the same time, culture cannot be produced in a society that is too oppressive. a society that uses the state to enforce an oppressive degree of conformity and rigidity cannot produce great men and therefore cannot create great culture.

the ideal is somewhere in the middle. like a flourishing republic like america where freedom is aplenty but there are outer limits. there is enough law and regulation to provide a stable state for society but enough "breathing room" for new life to grow.

now there is the question of criminality. what does it even mean to be a criminal? many of the greatest men in history would have been considered criminals in their time. for example, the founding fathers. they were seen as dishonorable traitors and thieves and murders in their day. but now we revere them as heroes.

i am assuming you're referring to my post about fate and the gods. in that post i believe i even mentioned that sometimes it is necessary and even good to step outside the bounds of the law. the law cannot become too rigid. it must be flexible and adaptable and robust. it must be able to tolerate some stretching and bending and, yes, even some breaking. we are men, not robots. i've always said i believe the optimal amount of corruption in a society is non-zero.

some degree of criminality is good and healthy for society. it keeps it vigorous. classical civilization and renaissance italy are famous for their cultural outputs, but these were also times of great criminality and widespread violence.

now this doesn't mean all criminals are equal or that i am advocating for a lawless society (i hope i've made clear that i believe in the necessity of law). i am just saying that there can be virtue to be found in some criminals and criminals play an important role in keeping a culture alive and healthy. there's a reason why some of our favorite stories are about criminals and outlaws. i honestly have lots to say about this but i don't want to ramble too much.

to put it simply; yeah, i do believe in the rule of law. but i believe more in the flexible, adaptive spirit of the law vs the rigid, oppressive letter of the law and i believe that some exceptions to the law are necessary and/or good. but that isn't to say they should be permitted or that they shouldn't be disciplined. and i could easily imagine a case of "vigilante justice" in which i would recognize some virtue, even while acknowledging its "illegality".

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butterflyintochains · 11 months ago

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They Wouldn't...

They wouldn't, would they? Bo has been a cornerstone of this team since 2014, a constant presence, the captain who led them into and out of the bubble with grace and dignity. Surely, he's just as safe here as Crosby in Pittsburgh, right? Right? Joanna thinks as she sits in her favourite armchair, listening to Mozart while she knits a new quilt for her and Elias' bed. Everything is turned off: her laptop, the tv, her phone, all of it is off. Elias, her boyfriend of four and a half years, is at work. Bo is family, his kids have slept in their arms, he can't just... leave them, can he? Allvin and Rutherford aren't that cruel, are they? All Star weekend is two weeks away, both Elias and Bo are booked to go to Miami.

She vaguely registers the garage door opening and closing while she knits, he's home. Foppa, their Australian shepherd puppy, bounds to greet his dad. Elias is quiet as he enters the main house, never a good sign. His aquamarine eyes are bloodshot and puffy.

Oh, no.

Joanna stands, and takes her boyfriend's hands, her voice quivers as she asks. ''Well, did they...'' She can't bring herself to complete her question. But, Elias sniffles. ''They did it, Anna. He's leaving.'' He collapses into her arms, sobbing into her shoulder. Joanna gently guides them to the sofa, and lies them both down, with him on her chest. She can't help but cry too, Bo Horvat, her captain, is leaving. The city is without one of its kindest souls now. Mozart's Lacrimosa comes on the radio, and God if that isn't fitting. 'Lacrimosa... dies illa.' The choir sings to the grieving young couple. ''Lias, darling, where is he going?''

Elias says, exhausted. ''The Islanders.'' And somehow, that hurts even worse. Quinn wept when Tanev left, they all cried when Troy went east, Elias was devastated when Marky and Edler left. This, however, is something else entirely. This is their captain leaving. She doesn't ask who they're getting in return, to be honest, she doesn't care.

The couple must fall asleep at some point, because Joanna wakes up to her phone exploding, notifications from social media, texts from family and friends who have heard the news, and a couple of missed calls. She debates what to do, and opens up her twitter.

@Joanna_Rose: Hi, all, I just woke up to my phone exploding. Elias is asleep on my chest right now, we'll be okay. We know what's happened, we can't not, we're Canucks. Just one request, give us some space, this is a difficult time, all we need is peace. Leave us be for right now, please.

She logs out of twitter, and looks down at her sleeping boyfriend, he ought to be starving. So, she orders in some pizza from their favourite pizza place.

They have dinner together on the sofa, Elias asking Joanna about her day, she's not been well lately, so she's not been at work. ''Well, I was knitting our new quilt, and teaching Foppa some new tricks.'' She drinks some of her orange juice. ''Might knit some stuff for the Horvats, some quilts, pillows, and some plushies for the kids.'' Elias smiles, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. ''Sounds like an idea to me, hjartat.'' Elias goes to put their dishes in the dishwasher. ''Anna, can I ask you something?'' Joanna nods, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders. ''Yeah, always.''

Elias joins her on the couch. ''If I'm named captain, will it change anything for us?''

Joanna shakes her head. ''No, darling, it won't. I've loved you since you were just the rookie, and I will love you when you're retired. A letter on a jersey and extra duties don't factor in.'' Elias brings her hand up to his lips, and kisses it. ''That's all I needed to know. I love you too, and I always will.'' Joanna moves into his open arms, the one place she's felt safest since late 2019, and says. ''We'll be okay, won't we? All of us?''

Elias nods, and kisses her head. ''Yeah, we'll be okay, all of our family.'' Joanna finally takes a deep breath. Foppa leaps up to snuggle too, They'll all be okay.

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A/N: Foppa is named after Peter Forsberg, Elias' childhood hero. Joanna also prefers to be nicknamed 'Anna' never 'Jo' or anything similar.

#hockey rpf #vancouver canucks #elias pettersson x oc

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i finished for the holidays and i just *chefs kiss* beautiful talented amazing sajkgdkj no words i love that romance wasnt even the main point 🥺💘 anyway i love how you write reader and i wondered between her and spencer who gets jealous???

Unrivaled

Summary: In which you seem pretty close with the new intern, and Spencer is not happy about it. (ft. one of my fave white bois) “Have I ever told you how much I value your friendship?"

WC: 3.6k

Tags/Warnings: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader, fluff, cussing, Jealous!Spencer bc id like to see that, established relationships (blegh), Garvez if you squint, the lightest implication of smut ever, points to yall who can guess who the intern is before reading the end or the tags 😉

—

Spencer is not jealous. He’s not.

Why would he be?

He has no reason to be jealous, Spencer chants to himself as he sits at his desk. Even from across the bullpen he still manages to hear your voice, and while normally it’s music to his ears, even better than Mozart, now it just feels like nails against a chalkboard. Grating his eardrums, making him wince.

Because you’re laughing. Not with Spencer though. Not at his obscure references or lame jokes.

With the new intern.

Why did Emily have to put you in charge of him? She could’ve chosen anyone on the team to have him shadow, but it had to be you! Not that you’re incapable or unqualified; you’re experienced, talented, and the best person he knows.

… Okay, he can see why she picked you.

Why do they even have interns? Unnecessary, really, when the BAU has you and him and he guesses the other teams too (it’s weird, he’s never actually interacted with them but whatever). Maybe it’s time to start making budget cuts. He’ll discuss this with Emily when he gets the chance. He’s got some influence, working at the BAU as long as he has.

But he’s not jealous.

Logically, jealousy (like an intern) is unnecessary. The green-eyed monster (like an intern) is ugly and contributes nothing productive, and if Spencer’s being honest, the world (like an intern) would be much better off without it.

At least that’s what he keeps telling himself as he downs his coffee like a shot of whiskey, trying to quell the squirming beast in him. Despite 90% of it being sugar, it still tastes bitter. He sets his mug down with a thud, and it’s loud enough to make Luke, Garcia, and JJ turn their heads, exchanging concerned glances when he slumps back in his chair.

Spencer doesn’t care. The world’s ending; you’re apparently into younger guys, with neat dark hair and forearms that can probably snap someone’s neck, and he can’t do anything about it. What does it matter if his best friends catch him in a sour mood, right?

“Hey, Spence,” JJ's tone is soft as they slink over, Garcia and Luke leaning against the edge of his desk and JJ flanking the other side. “You alright?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Spencer gazes past them, his eyes never leaving you. He deflates; your stance is relaxed, completely open as you nod at whatever Intern is saying, his hands gesturing spastically. It must be interesting, the way you listen with rapt attention and respond just as enthusiastic.

Spencer scoffs. Not like that’s anything special. You do the same for him. And the rest of the team.

...What the hell are you guys talking about?

“Well, you look like you’re about to throw your mug across the room. Or at an intern.”

Spencer blinks, finally breaking away from you long enough to eye the ceramic octopus. “That’s a good idea actually.”

“Don’t,” Garcia and JJ both shoot him a warning and he huffs, resting his chin in his hand. Garcia looks horrified, betrayed even while JJ has that expression on, the one she gives when she scolds Henry and Michael.

Whatever. It’s not like he’d ever sacrifice Mildred. Garcia entrusted her to him, after all.

Unless...?

No, he couldn’t… Maybe.

“You know, Reid, if you’re jealous—”

Spencer snaps his head to Garcia, eyes wide and darting to you like you have super-hearing, “Jealous? Who’s jealous? Not me.” He cringes, his voice octaves higher and cracking like a prepubescent boy.

Garcia snorts, “Okay, sure. But if you are jealous, I was going to say you have no reason to be. You wanna know why?” Spencer raises an eyebrow at her and she continues, “Sure the guy’s smart enough to get a full-ride scholarship at GWU, and he’s top of his class at the academy—”

“Is this supposed to make me feel better?”

"And he’s one of the most good looking guys I've ever met—”

"How is that relevant—"

Luke frowns at her. "And have you met me?"

“My point is,” Garcia’s red lipstick curls into the most reassuring smile, “that you have nothing to worry about because (Your Name) loves you. A lot.”

Spencer perks up. “You really think so?”

“I know so. I see the way they look at you, and if that’s not love I don’t know what is," She shrugs, "And just because they’re talking doesn’t mean they’re into him.”

There's a collective nod of agreement and Spencer sags in relief. Of course they're right. He knows they are.

If you think about it, technically, he's got the advantage. You've known each other longer, bonded and shared experiences together good and bad, and you’re emotionally and even physically intimate with each other (something he's especially proud of, considering how long it takes you both to warm up to others).

And who knows? This is probably temporary! Whatever this is, the connection you seem to instantly make with Intern (faster than when you two had met, he realizes with a needle to his heart) is short-term at best. It'll peter out eventually, like most friendships do.

It’s sad, but a cruel fact of life.

(Is this selfish, wishful thinking? Nah.)

They’re right, there is no need to worry, Spencer thinks as a weight lifts off his chest, finally able to breathe. You love him and he loves you and eventually, everything will go back to normal.

There’s nothing to worry about.

—

The world’s ending.

“It’s really not.”

Yes, it is.

“Doc, come on.”

“Do not ‘Doc’ me,” Spencer grumbles, lifting his head from the comfort of his arms. He grimaces at Luke. “You didn’t see the way they looked at him. The way they talk about him.”

Two weeks. It’s been two weeks since you’ve taken Intern under your wing, and he’s had enough. If Hell is real, this is it. For days, he’s tried to resume some form of normalcy, and he was never one to be bold but desperate times call for desperate measures as he asks you out for lunch or invites you out on dates, even stuff he wouldn’t normally do because they’re more your thing. Something, anything to get you away from Intern. But...

At work: “Hey Spence, I'm teaching Intern (menial task that a 4 year old could do). Would you like to help—”

During break: “I’m taking Intern out for lunch. He’s still new to town, and I thought he could use a tour—”

In bed: “Did you know Intern’s a huge fan of Star Wars—”

Snap, and there went his patience.

Intern this, Intern that.

Spencer could tolerate this at work. At least he’s saving lives, being productive, getting paid. But under his roof? In his bed?

That was the last straw.

Spencer's not one to wish ill on another, he's not like that. But if something happened to the guy, say, get injured in the field, perhaps from a "stray" bullet, he'd be intern-ally grateful. Heh.

"Hey, you good?"

Spencer sighs, swiping a hand over his face and turning back to Luke. "Yeah, why?"

Luke waves a hand at his face, eyebrow raised, "For a second there, you kind of had a scary look on your face."

"Did I? Weird."

"Right," Clearly unconvinced, Luke brushes it off, deciding to get to the root of the matter. "As I was saying, I still think you have nothing to worry about. Although, I do think it's a little weird that (Your Name) is talking about Intern as much as you say they are." He offers Spencer a little smile, his hand falling heavy on his shoulder. It's the most comforting touch he's had in two weeks. "I'm not one to talk, but I suggest you speak to them. I'd also be uncomfortable if my partner were talking up someone else."

Spencer blinks, squints at Luke, before gripping his hand and standing up. "Have I ever told you how much I value your friendship?"

"You can stand to mention it more often," Luke shrugs, eyes crinkling with amusement as Spencer lets go and heads for the door.

"Noted."

—

Spencer nearly goes feral when he finds you.

Of course you're with him.

He searched the floor like a bloodhound, discovering you've been on your feet almost the entire day, running around the office, up and down the elevators, finishing your work and helping around. You must be exhausted. It's because of this he tracks you to your favorite break room, mostly quiet save for the buzzing drip of the old coffeemaker. He knows you need to be alone sometimes, recharge those social batteries.

So when he bursts into the room like he would hunting an unsub, eyes quickly scanning the immediate space, he expects nothing less but you. What he did not anticipate was to find you, just as soft and pretty as ever under the fluorescent lighting, leaning against the counter and sipping daintily at your favorite mug.

With Intern standing a little too close to his liking.

“Hey, Spencer,” You chirp as you lower your coffee mug, lips glossy from your drink. Spencer's quick to shake his stupor―he can’t afford to be distracted, but it’s difficult when you’re beaming at him, clearly excited. You nod at the home-wrecker, “Me and Intern here were just talking about demonology and he’s got this interesting theory on werewolves―" Lycanthropy? Are you fucking kidding him right now?

Just when he thought he couldn't hate the guy any more.

"CanItalktoyou?" It comes out rushed as Spencer gasps between breaths, leaving no room to second guess himself.

"Sure," You blink at his urgent tone.

For a second, you watch him expectantly, and Spencer's gaze darts between you and Intern. "Alone?"

"Oh! Okay. Be gone," You wave Intern off, and when you place a hand on his shoulder, Spencer sees red. Or green in this case.

Intern doesn't resist, but the noise Spencer releases is animalistic because the guy can’t seem to read the room, questioning you as you gently shove him towards the door. "What about the thing―"

"We'll talk about that later."

"But you still need to show me how to―"

"Don't worry, Intern. Just wait for me, I'll show you once the adults are done talking."

"You know at some point you're gonna have to call me by my name."

"Nah. If we get to call Luke a newbie, we get to call you Intern. Also I do not know how to say your first name."

"You could just call me St―"

Enough of this. Spencer closes the last stretch of distance, batting your hand away from Intern’s shoulders as he kicks him out himself, slamming the door in his face. Spencer turns on his heel to face you, caging you both. “You―” He pants, chest heaving for air.

“Me?”

“You-him-we―”

You’re unfazed, simply nodding at him and his odd behavior. If anything, you’re enjoying this as your lips twitch in a poor attempt to withhold your amusement, trying to cover it with a slurp of your cup. Then again, it’s not everyday you get to see Spencer, face flushed from exertion, speechless as he gasps for breath.

(At least not at work… In the break room specifically.)

It takes a minute as Spencer swallows a few times, but his heart’s erratic and it’s not just from running through the entire building. When he’s got enough air, he blurts out, “Did I do something?”

Your brow shoots up. “What?”

“Did I forget something important? Upset you in some way?”

“No? I don’t think so?” You frown at him, your answers more like questions.

It only spurs him on, and though his tone is frantic and his eyes just as wild as his hair, you’re more intrigued than frightened. Definitely confused.

“Okay, but you know I love you, right?”

“Yes and I love you too but Spence, what’s this about?" Setting down your mug, you look at him like he's grown another head.

Spencer sighs, "I just… you…" He frowns, glancing between you, the floor, and the empty space between you.

Spencer Reid is a man of words. Many, many words, according to all his friends and his coworkers. Mainly knowledge―he's never been great with feelings―but as you gaze at him, patiently waiting for him to gather his thoughts, he wants to melt into the floor. There's not a hint of annoyance on your features, your eyes warm and inviting.

He's so in love with you.

Then like scripture the words come, natural without much stuttering or hesitancy. He recounts the last two weeks. The internship so far, the times you've left Spencer behind for him, the times you just talked about him, like the guy (practically a stranger) is your new best friend. Usually, pretty people make him tongue-tied and you do―god, you do―but at the same time only you make it so easy. Talking, expressing without fear of―

"Pfft―"

―Judgement. Pausing mid-sentence, Spencer gawks as your nose twitches and your blink rate increases. You purse your lips, a hand slapped over your mouth as it threatens to break out into a grin.

"Are you-are you laughing right now?" When he just poured his feelings out to you?

That does it. You keel over, peels of laughter coming like a tsunami, crashing into him and Spencer loves your laugh but not when it's at him.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I shouldn't be laughing," you wheeze, gripping your stomach. Spencer pouts. There's even tears in your eyes. "But you're telling me this is all because you're jealous?"

He stutters, "Well-I-no-It’s just…" He wants to say ‘you're mine’, but as your eyes crinkle he knows there’s no need.

"That's kinda hot."

"Wha-really?" Wide-eyed, Spencer squeaks as you step closer to him, backing him into the door. His hands come up to his chest in a kitten-like manner yet at the same time protective―you'd never hurt him and you both know that―but you admit your initial reaction was poor when he laid his feelings bare.

“Ahhhh Babe, you know there’s no one else for me but you.” Spencer blushes and you chuckle, taking his hands in yours. He let's you. “Also, as adorable as Intern is, one, I think I’d be able to tell if he was hitting on me, and two, he’s not really my type.”

Spencer swallows, “And what exactly is your type?”

“Hmm, let’s see,” Looking him up and down, you step closer, enough that your breath puffs against his chin. You smell like cheap coffee. “Tall, handsome doctors with messy, brown hair―” You lightly tug at one of his stray curls and he bites back a smile.

“―and a cute nose―” Your hand moves to cup his cheek, bringing him down to peck the tip of his nose. It scrunches as Spencer breaks out into giggles.

“―Who can recite classic literature. Who can bake like he belongs on The Great British Baking Show but can’t cook for shi―”

“Okay! Thank you, I get it,” Spencer says, almost completely relaxed now.

“Good,” You nod with finality. “And for your information, I wasn’t trying to make you jealous."

He raises an eyebrow. "So you just abandoned me and talked about another guy for the hell of it?"

Spencer's tone is casual, joking even but you know better. There's underlying bitterness and hurt and your heart squeezes because you did that. "No, of course not. There is a reason behind all that.“

“What could possibly excuse you going above and beyond your job as a mentor―”

“I was trying to set you guys up.”

Spencer deadpans. “Set me up? With him?” Oh god, he knows you’re weird, but he’s never considered you to be outright insane (is it weird he still loves you?).

As if reading his thoughts, you roll your eyes, “Spencer, how many friends do you have outside the team?”

“Not a lot.” No hesitation, but he accepted the fact a long time ago.

“Yeah and that’s okay. But if you’d talk to Intern, you’ll find you two have a lot in common. I know he’s younger than us, but he’s a good kid, real smart,” You give him a meaningful look and shrug, “Not like IQ 187 smart but he could definitely hold a conversation with you.”

Spencer murmurs, pulling you in so you're chest to chest, “This entire time, you were really trying to make us friends?”

You nod, your expression a mix of giddiness and hope that makes whatever feelings he felt before, the confusion and―yes, fine―the jealousy, dissolve like sugar in water. Spencer sinks into you, burying his face into the crook of your neck and inhaling your soap. Of course you had good intentions. Of course you wanted to do something nice for him.

Fuck, he loves you.

“So… we good?”

Spencer huffs, “I hope you realize how much I suffered the past few weeks.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“Then yes, we’re good,” He mumbles into your shoulder, “I appreciate what you were trying to do.”

“And?”

His brow furrows and he pulls back, meeting your eyes. “And what?”

“Will you try to be friends?” You look at him expectantly.

Spencer opens his mouth to answer, a definitive no on his tongue, but then you’re giving him puppy-dog eyes and before he realizes it, “Okay.”

Wait, no. That is not what he meant to say.

“Yeah!” You throw your arms around him, and Spencer can’t stop you, grunting as you basically swing him around like a rag doll. But he finds he doesn’t care when you set him back down because you’re happy, happy for him, grinning ear to ear as you babble, “I can already tell you two are gonna be the best of friends! You guys have so much to talk about, all that nerdy stuff. Maybe even debate! And we could play chess and―”

There’s a knock and you both turn, a voice muffled by the door, “Hey, guys? I don’t want to interrupt in case you’re boning, but you didn’t exactly tell me where to wait for you? God, I hope you guys aren’t boning. Please tell me you’re not boning right now.”

You groan, “No Intern, we’re not boning! Right-uh-go ahead and meet me back at the office, I’ll be right with you.” You turn back to Spencer, sending him an apologetic look. “I will see you later, okay? And since you’ve been such a patient and understanding partner,” You plant him one last kiss before patting his cheek, and his eyes widen as your voice lowers in the way you know drives him crazy, your eyes glinting with mischief, “I’ll make it up to once we get home. Bye, love you!”

Before Spencer can fully register your words, you're out the door, cackling as you leave him to compose himself, his face beet red from running the possibilities. By the time he emerges from the break room, you’re long gone.

“Hi, Dr. Reid?”

Spencer almost snarls, cursing under his breath. Just when he thought the day was getting better. He turns back.

Intern stands tall, relaxed and shoulders back, black tie loose and cheap white-collar button up slightly wrinkled. No doubt from working hard and following your instructions throughout the day. Spencer respects the work ethic at least. Meanwhile, the younger man eyes him, and he’s certain it’s not from intimidation but with curiosity.

Spencer doesn’t linger on that. He’s used to it, not being intimidating to others.

He continues, “It’s nice to finally talk to you, one on one I mean. I’m a fan of your work. Seven degrees, huh?”

“Yeah,” Spencer says curtly. Recalling the earlier conversation with you, he stamps down his irritation and tries to extend an olive branch. “How did you know?”

“It’s the internet, sir,” Intern raises an eyebrow, offering an innocent smile.

“Right,” Spencer returns it with an awkward one of his own, “Hey, sorry for... literally kicking you out before. That was completely unprofessional.”

Intern waves him off, “No, it’s cool. I totally get it. I’m flattered, by the way.”

Spencer frowns. “Flattered?”

“Well, it’s not everyday you find out your superior’s jealous of you.”

Spencer blinks, and it takes all his experience as a profiler to mask his embarrassment. “You heard that.”

“The FBI’s got thin walls,” Intern shrugs and steps towards him. “Although I have to say, Agent (Your Last Name) is wrong about one thing.” Stopping short in front of him, for the first time Spencer is close enough to note the moles dotting his face. “They can’t tell that I’m flirting with them.”

He starts down the hall after you, and Spencer’s eyes trail after him as his brow furrows, until realization slams into him and his jaw drops. “Wait, you...”

“Oh and since (Your Last Name) wants us to be friends, I think we could be on a first-name basis,” He pauses to look back at Spencer, watching with a crooked smile as the older man sputters.

“So, you can call me Stiles, sir.”

Then once again, Spencer is left behind, frozen in the hallway as he processes what just happened.

And the next time he finds you and Special Agent Stilinski in the same room, whether it’s crowded or not, Spencer does not hesitate to cling to your side, putting as much distance between the intern and you as he can. Spencer’s grateful you don’t question it.

There may not be anyone else for you, but that doesn’t mean no one will try.

―

AN: ahhhhh thanks anon!! There was a similar request then i saw this tiktok (and listened to this tiktok the entire time) and i combined them. Id also like to emphasize that my version of reader is neutral across the board, race, gender, etc.

Yes, i have a type. No, i will not be taking criticism.

Been hella overwhelmed with classes and work so here’s my way of destressing. Also suggest checking those tiktoks if you wanna understand me :))) also you mean to tell me i have to write the threesome myself?? Bs tbh 😔

watched 15x4 and i was so sad when Spencer addressed Luke as his coworker like no bitch hes your new bro stfu

and i have no doubt that stiles and spencer would be one of the best crossover duos given the chance

#spencer reid x reader #mgg x reader #matthew gray gubler x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x y/n #mgg fanfiction #mgg imagine #mgg x y/n #matthew gray gubler x oc #matthew gray gubler imagine #mgg fic #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds x oc #criminal minds x reader #stiles stilinksi x reader

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trustmeifyoudare · 3 years ago

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A New Song

thank you to @to-be-frank-i-dont-care for beta reading!!!

“Paris, my name is Forte.” The akuma tugged on the collar of their suit. “For too long people have been listening to modern music rather than the classics. People prefer to listen to songs that are completely electronic than to works done by Hayden and Mozart. This shall happen no longer. I am-”

Ladybug jumped down on the rooftop where Chat Noir was already waiting. He was barely visible in the dark, but she could always find her kitty. Because he was a very good friend. Not that there was another reason.

Ladybug looked over at the villain who was still monologuing and then over at Chat Noir. “How long has he-”

“Ten minutes. Ten minutes listening to him say modern music is crap.” Chat Noir subtly rolled his eyes.

“Well, he must be fun at parties.”

Chat Noir laughed. “He hasn’t even attacked anyone yet. He should be easy to defeat.”

Ladybug smirked. “Let’s get this over with.”

The two of them jumped to the street below. Parisians sat in their cars, honking their horns because the roads were blocked. No one was fazed that there was a supervillain.

“Oi, Falsetto,” Chat Noir called out. “Shows over. It’s time to pack your bags.”

Forte looked over at them. His mouth twisted into a sneer. “My name is Forte. For too long-”

“Yes, we get the picture. Modern society has destroyed music. No one cares for the classics. Oh no!”

Ladybug stifled a laugh. Chat Noir always looked so cute whenever he got annoyed. CURIOUS. She meant curious. It was always curious to see a different side of him.

Yeah, that was exactly what she meant… Totally… Because she was in love with someone else and that person happened to be Adrien Agreste who was in no way Chat Noir.

Ladybug was glad that Chat Noir couldn’t read minds because he might have gotten the wrong idea. In no way of the word did she find him cute. He was anything but.

Ladybug caught her gaze traveling down to his butt.

She forced herself to look back at the akuma. It was not appropriate for her to be looking there. Though she had to admit that his butt was cute. But nothing else. Not his face or anything. Nope.

He just wasn’t. Yep. It was just a fact.

Ladybug lightly shook her head when she realized that she had tuned out of the conversation. She started to listen again right when Forte was saying “What? You think you can beat me in a piano playing competition?”

Chat Noir leaned against a car and casually started to swing his tail around. “I don’t think so. I know so. In order to truly understand music you must be able to embrace all types whether you like the style or not.”

Ladybug bit her lip. Dang he was cute. NO. CUTE WAS THE WRONG WORD. He was…somewhat good looking for a guy, but no. Adrien was the only one who had her heart.

She zoned out again.

“Then the battle is on!” Forte yelled. “We shall see who is triumphant! I shall see you on the dueling ground!”

“You’re on.”

Ladybug scrunched up her eyebrows as the supervillain started to walk away. “What’s happening?”

Chat Noir looked at her, surprised. “You weren’t paying attention? Okay, well, he and I are going to be competing in a piano duel. First one to make a mistake loses. If we win we get his akuma but if he wins he gets my miraculous.”

Ladybug resisted the urge to smack him on the side of the head. “You’re joking.”

Chat Noir smirked. “Relax. Only my miraculous is part of the deal. There is nothing to worry about.”

“Okay. Where is this duel taking place?”

“Wow, you were really tuned out. There are two pianos in the Place de Vosges that were recently donated. We are going to be fighting there.” He held out his arm to her. “Shall we?”

Ladybug rolled her eyes. “I’d love to.”

…

A crowd had gathered to watch the fight. People had their phones out, waiting to record the thing. Alya was at the very front, already streaming live to the Ladyblog about the fight and the important details needed before watching.

Ladybug looked over at the pianos. Donated by Gabriel Agreste for those lacking style. She smiled. Adrien…Radiant…Carefree…Dreamy…

Forte cracked his knuckles. “We might as well get this over with. Shadowmoth is already on my back for taking so long.”

The two sat down in front of their pianos. Chat Noir’s hands hovered slightly over the keys before he placed his hands down.

Forte started a split second before Chat Noir. The crowd went silent as music filled the air. Each of them played wildly different songs, but somehow the notes blended together. Instead of the notes combining to make noise, a new song was born.

Ladybug’s jaw dropped as Chat Noir’s fingers danced across the keys. Since when could he do this? She kept expecting his claws to get in the way, but it never happened.

Snow started falling. Ladybug resisted the urge to brush it out of his hair.

She sat down on the ground, letting the music draw her in. The street lights fell on Chat Noir and Forte, focusing on them even with the crowds of people.

And that was when Ladybug realized that Chat was hot.

A blush crept up her cheeks. The smirk on his face. The casual glances up to the villain just to say that he wasn’t intimidated. His foot tapping along with the beat.

Somehow, somehow, Chat was hotter than a literal model.

Ladybug drew her legs to her chest. The song grew faster and more upbeat. Chat Noir smiled, his teeth showing.

Ladybug bit her lip. It wasn’t fair that he could be this cute. There, she admitted it. Chat Noir was cute.

The song lasted for several hours, but eventually Forte stopped playing and grabbed his wrist. He realized his mistake a second too late.

“No, wait, it was just a cramp. That doesn’t count.”

Chat Noir stopped playing and looked up at him. “The rules were clear. You lose.”

“What? No.” Forte paused before hanging his head. “Fine. You win.” He handed his glasses to Chat Noir.

“We should play together again sometime. And you should give modern music a chance.” Chat handed the glasses to Ladybug who snapped it in half and caught the akuma.

“Bye bye, little butterfly.”

Chat Noir sat down by Ladybug as the crowd slowly disappeared. “Are you cold?” He asked after everyone was gone. “Your cheeks are red.”

Ladybug stood up laughing. “Maybe a bit.” She pulled him up so they were standing together. She bit her tongue, unsure about whether or not she was making a mistake, but this might be the only chance she got.

“Bugaboo?”

Before she could second guess herself she kissed him. It was a small thing, barely a peck, but warmth flooded her face. “I guess you were okay.” She left before he could say anything, leaving him in the park with a smile on his face.

#sup yall im back on my bullshit #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug crack #miraculous ladybug fluff #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #ladynoir #chat noir plays the piano for ladybug #ladybug has feelings for chat noir #ladybug represses her feelings her chat noir #ladybugs feelings hits her over the head with a baguette #ladybug #chat noir #cat noir

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 2 years ago

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Ikevamp Act 2.5

Chapter 16 Romantic

On the night of the Paris World's Fair bombing, I returned to the mansion for the first time in a while.

After some deliberation, I took Halil back with me and showed him to my room.

Mitsuki: "I'm sure you're still in pain, so you should stay here and rest, Halil."

Halil: "Okay. Thanks, big sister."

I left the room and went to the living room.

Isaac & Jean: "Mitsuki!"

There, all the residents of the mansion are gathered around, perhaps being informed of my return.

Mitsuki: "I'm so sorry for worrying you all!"

A large hand patted my deeply bowed head.

Napoleon: "Whatever the case, I'm glad you're safe, Mitsuki."

Jean: "I'm sorry for not noticing you were gone."

Isaac: "Are you hurt anywhere? You're so reckless once you're on your own."

Napoleon, Jean, and Isaac were with me back then, so they must have been worried.

Mitsuki: "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm really sorry. Thank you for worrying about me."

Dazai: "I'm relieved that you're safe, Toshiko-san. By the way..."

Dazai suddenly shifted his gaze.

Dazai: "Who are those three unfamiliar faces over there? Are those who I think they are?"

Leonardo: "That’s right."

Vlad: "This is the first time we've met in person like this."

Vlad: "I'm Vlad. Glad to meet all of Comte's family."

Arthur: "So those two fellows over there are Johann Georg Faust and..."

Mozart: "Charles-Henri Sanson."

Faust: "I never thought we would meet head-on like this."

Charles: "................."

There is a tense atmosphere as everyone is gathered in the same room.

Jean: "So you're the one behind Gilles's manipulation and even Mitsuki's abduction."

Vlad: "That's right. Oh, Will. You're here too, long time no see."

Shakespeare: "Lord Vlad, what brings you to the mansion?"

Napoleon: "You didn't just come to drop Mitsuki off, did you?"

Comte: "Let me explain that to you."

Comte first tells everyone that I was at the World's Fair with Vlad and that I got caught up in the bombing.

Theo: "What are you doing at the World's Fair with these guys again, Hondje?"

Mitsuki: "That's..."

Charles: "I invited her to go. I wanted Mitsuki to smile."

Vincent: "For Mitsuki?"

Theo and Vincent both look surprised, but Comte continues his story.

Comte: "We took a boy into custody at the scene of the bombing. His name is Halil, and we brought him home."

Comte: "He was on display at the World's Fair as an exhibit."

~~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~

Halil: "Please, find my sister!"

Halil pleaded with tears in his eyes.

Halil and his wandering clan were forced to participate in the Paris World's Fair after repeated negotiations with the showman.

However, when they were brought to Paris, his sister, who had come with them, went missing.

Halil: "When my sister disappeared, I saw the man who brought us here getting paid by someone."

Halil: "So I thought maybe she was sold somewhere."

(That's, don't tell me...)

Faust: "Human trafficking?"

Leonardo: "That means the showman is connected to the traffickers."

When Halil and his group questioned the showman, he told them that he had left the matter in the hands of the police, and they had no permission to go looking for his sister, so he was forced to work as an exhibit.

Halil: "If anything happens to my sister―to Ulfa, I..."

~~~~~~~Flashback Ends~~~~~~~

Mozart: "I'm starting to get the story. You want to save the boy and his sister?"

Mitsuki: "Yes. I don't know if the police will act, but I can't just turn a blind eye to this."

(Besides, it might be some kind of coincidence that we are all meeting like this.)

Mozart: "You seem very determined."

Dazai: "It's a very straightforward idea, just like you."

As I felt relieved that everyone was listening, Arthur, with a serious expression on his face, frowned slightly.

Arthur: "I understand how you feel, Mitsuki."

Arthur: "But why do those vampires even want to meddle in this case?"

(I was wondering about that too. Why did Vlad even show up in front of everyone and come with us?)

(He seems like he cares about Halil, though.)

Vlad opens his lips as everyone's eyes are focused on him.

Vlad: "Halil and his sister―they are a little different from other humans."

Vlad: "They are probably a Dhampir, one with vampire blood. A descendant of it."

(Dhampir?)

The fact that Halil has vampire blood and the unfamiliar word is confusing.

Comte: "A Dhampir is a hybrid between a pureblood vampire and a human."

According to what Comte tells us, pureblooded vampires differ in the way they relate to humans depending on their clan.

Some clans consider humans only as their prey and do not interact with them at all. Others hide their true identities and blend in with human society, but some reveal their true identities to humans and seek coexistence with them.

Comte: "Some of the purebloods made love to humans. Some tried to be together, while others parted, but..."

Comte: "Halil's ancestors probably bonded with a pureblood and miraculously produced a mixed-breed child, Dhampir."

Because of the difference in race between humans and vampires, it's difficult for both to have children, and in most cases, Dhampirs are rarely born safely or grow up to adulthood.

Vlad: "In a way, you could say that Dhampir is the end result of vampires and humans trying to coexist."

(Coexistence...?)

Leonardo: "Ancestral Dhampirs grew up and had offspring with humans..."

Leonardo: "I guess the end result of that cycle is Halil and his sister."

Comte: "I don't think he's aware that he has vampire blood in him..."

Comte: "Halil has a very little vampire in him. He wouldn't even need to drink blood."

Vlad: "However, the stories of his ancestors were passed down in the family as folklore."

Vlad: "The showman took note of their different ethnicity and strange folklore..."

Vlad: "I guess he brought Halil and his family along to make a show of it."

Neither the showman nor Halil and the others believe the lore to be true.

Vlad: "But what if they really have vampire blood in their veins?"

(Ah!)

Vlad's words brought to mind a scene I saw at the World's Fair.

~~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~

Showman: "This boy here, Halil, is a descendant of the head of a certain family."

Showman: "And it is said that his ancestors once mingled with a fearsome vampire and produced an offspring!"

Onlooker 2: "You have the blood of a monster in your veins? Might as well see if you have any interesting fangs."

~~~~~~~Flashback Ends~~~~~~~

The sound of the onlookers' mocking voices is not something nice to recall.

Isaac: "Wait, not many people believe in vampires that easily, do they?"

Faust: "But even if there's no basis for it, if it continues to be talked about, as it was at the World's Fair..."

Faust: "The family could be looked upon as an abomination."

Charles: "You mean they will be hated and persecuted...?"

Sebastian: "I have heard that even now, people are being made suspects in bombings simply because they are of a different race."

(Place of birth, environment, race. Minor differences like that can lead to discrimination and suspicion.)

If such negative feelings develop among people, the family may be ostracized in the worst-case scenario.

Vincent: "Vlad, are you saying that you also want to help them?"

Theo: "Are you worried that the vampire's existence might be carelessly exposed to the world?"

Vlad: "Whatever the reason, yes."

(Then everyone and Vlad feel the same way.)

(If we all work together, we can even help Halil.)

If we could join hands as Comte and Vlad did in the past, we would be able to reach out to each other.

Such faint hopes are held in my heart.

Dazai: "Let me ask you something."

Dazai: "If you saved their clan, what will you do with those who preyed on them afterward?"

(----!)

Vlad: "................"

My heart made a sickening sound at Dazai's question.

(Vlad has the ambition to manage thoughts so that humans don't commit stupid sins.)

(He says he's willing to make sacrifices in the process.)

If he follows that belief, Vlad...

Vlad: "I don't need flowers that do evil. I don't need those who have become irredeemably ugly and evil in this world."

Vlad: "I will reap the bud of sin, even if it stains my hands with blood."

Comte: "Vlad!"

Vlad's relentlessness instantly caused everyone's air to tense up.

Mitsuki: "Wait, Vlad! If you keep making sacrifices like that, you will..."

(You'll crush your own heart, more and more.)

Vlad: "I just don't want people to make mistakes."

Vlad: "They hate and kill each other. No one should ever have to experience that kind of sorrow again."

For a moment, Vlad's eyes turn sad and shadowy, but they are quickly drowned out by his strong will.

Napoleon: "Is that your justice, Vlad?"

Vlad: "Yeah."

Napoleon's words poke at a gap that cannot be filled.

Vlad gave only a short reply, stood up, and turned his back on us.

Jean: "Wait. Where are you going!?"

Vlad: "I'm not going to excuse myself for what I put you guys through. You can come after me and put your sword through this chest."

Vlad: "I'm not going to die, though."

His crimson eyes looked back at me, and our gazes locked.

Mitsuki: "Vlad..."

Vlad: "Mitsuki, I'm sorry I couldn't give you what you wanted."

Vlad: "For the future of this world, I will make my choice, even if no one understands it."

Vlad: "Bye-bye, Comte, Mitsuki."

The smile he gave me as he said goodbye was so beautiful it made me speechless.

Faust & Charles: "............"

Faust and Charles also left the room after Vlad, and I just stood there.

(Why it's not possible?)

(Why can't we just go hand in hand...?)

Everyone watched in silence as their footsteps faded into the distance.

Vlad, noticing the presence following him, asks them both without slowing down his steps.

Vlad: "Both of you, do you not want to go to Comte and the others?"

Charles: "Nah, the only lord for me is you, Lord Vlad. Right, Docteur?"

Faust: "I simply prefer the more interesting guinea pig."

Faust: "If I'm going to go after a pureblood, I prefer to dissect an old geezer so creepy it makes me want to peek inside his head."

Charles: "You really are a twisted person."

Vlad smiles unconsciously at the unchanged attitude of both of them.

Charles: "Hey, Lord Vlad, do you want to help that family because you're like them?"

Vlad: ".............."

Vlad: "Pity and compassion may sound kind, but in the end, it's all about my staggering ego."

Faust: "Ego?"

Vlad: "Helping only those you can reach is a stopgap measure. This cruel world will not change."

Vlad: "I know that, but..."

Vlad: "A descendant of Dhampir, born of the coexistence of humans and vampires."

Vlad: "I just couldn't abandon that existence."

Faust & Charles: "............"

Faust: "Everyone's heart is so egoistic."

The conversation melted into the quiet night, and the three disappeared into the woods without looking back at the mansion.

Comte: "Vlad was once treated badly as a child by someone he trusted."

Comte: "Maybe he compared his own circumstances to that family."

Leonardo: "Whatever the past may have been, it's no reason to forgive inhumanity. We have no right to condemn his righteousness."

Napoleon: "But we can't just leave Vlad alone now that he's involved in all this."

(Vlad's heartfelt wish is for a kind world where vampires and humans live together.)

(Why are we so different from each other?)

We understand each other's feelings, but our hearts don't click like we are out of each other's reach.

I feel like I'm lost in a maze with no way out.

As I was thinking about this, I noticed a small shadow peeking into the room.

Mitsuki: "Halil?"

Halil: "I'm causing trouble for everyone. I'm sorry."

Mitsuki: "No, it's not your fault."

I crouch down in front of Halil, who apologetically slumps his shoulders.

He looked at me with big eyes. Suddenly, Vlad's words came back to me.

~~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~

Vlad: "In a way, you could say that Dhampir is the end result of vampires and humans trying to coexist."

~~~~~~~Flashback Ends~~~~~~~

(Existence for coexistence.)

He has a faint hint of vampire blood in him, inherited from his ancestors.

In the distant past, his ancestors, both human and vampire, were united.

Even if they are of different races, live different lengths of time, or think differently, they surely seek to know the other person.

Connecting heart to heart.

(Everyone can be connected. Halil's existence proves it.)

Halil: "Big sister?"

I gently hold Halil's hand.

His slightly warm body temperature, distinctive of a child, overlapped with my own, and I felt encouraged by it.

(Let's believe again that we can hold each other's hands...)

(I'll connect us all...)

(So I'm not going to waver anymore.)

I stand up, still holding hands with Halil, and turn to everyone.

I look over at each person's face and speak my mind.

Mitsuki: "Everyone, I want to help Halil and his clan. And I also want to stop Vlad."

Comte: "Mitsuki..."

Mitsuki: "I know it's out of line to ask you to do this after the attack led by Vlad."

Mitsuki: "But I don't want his hands to be stained with more blood."

(Humans commit sins and mistakes. But if he still says he likes humans...)

(No matter how distorted that love may be, I want to be sincere with him as a human being.)

Napoleon: "Mitsuki, I don't know if your desperation will stop that guy. Do you still want to?"

Mitsuki: "Still. I don't want to give up before I've done anything yet."

Mitsuki: "I know this is all a selfish request. But please lend me your help!"

This is ego, arrogance, and pretense. But still, I bowed my head, knowing everything.

The silence continues for what feels like an eternity.

Comte: "This might be my last chance to find out what's in that guy's heart."

Mitsuki: "Comte..."

Shakespeare: "Lord Vlad himself has made a move. He will not abandon the family like this."

Dazai: "Then I guess there will be another chance for contact, huh?"

Mozart: "You're really reckless."

Jean: "It's not the first time."

The twelve of them smile and nod.

(Everyone...)

I felt our hearts unite, and my chest burns passionately.

I said "thank you" in a hushed voice and squeezed Halil's hand.

Previous Part╏Next Part

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp act 2.5 #ikevamp 2.5 #ikevamp jp #cybird #ikevamp translations #ikevamp #ikemen vampire 2.5

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onlydreamofmysoul · 3 years ago

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Fire Alarm

A quick little wolfstar au for your timeline!

Sirius woke up to the alarm.

(Could one even call it ‘waking up’ if you had barely gotten to sleep?)

Either way, it was all Sirius could think about as he stumbled in around in the dark, tripping as he tried to put on a pants and shoes at the same time and falling face first onto the floor before joining the rest of the very begrudged residents of the apartment building in trudging down the stairs, all while the fire alarm blared somewhere above their heads. They poured out the front doors, into the cold night air, and it was only then that Sirius realised he was shirtless.

“Fucking fuck.” He muttered, crossing his arms over his chest in an attempt to maintain a semblance of heat. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

The elderly woman who lived in the apartment next to him was glaring at him, like it had been his idea to set off the alarm in the first place. Sirius wasn’t sure of she was annoyed because of the extremely late hour (four in the morning to be exact), Sirius’ lack of clothing on the upper region of his body, or the fact that just yesterday; he had announced to her that he was a raging homosexual after she had attempted to set him up with her granddaughter, but either way, Etta in apartment 6B was not a member of the Sirius Black Fan Club.

If the cold and overall shock of the whole experience hadn’t woken him up, the wails and flashing lights of the fire trucks would have. Sirius gave up any hope of going back to bed anytime soon.

“I suppose there goes my plans to stay in bed until the last possible moment,” Came a voice from behind him, and Sirius turned to see him. Apartment 7C. He lived directly above Sirius and could occasionally be known to be playing the piano in the middle of the night, but that was all Sirius knew of the man.

(Oh, and that he now knew for a fact that it’s possible to be completely head over heels for a stranger).

“Remus Lupin.” 7C said, holding out his hand. Sirius blinked.

“Oh uh,” Remus had long slim fingers, the type of hands that must have inspired the first person to make a piano to create such an instrument. Sirius shook his hand, conscious of the fact that while Remus’ skin was as soft as a cloud, Sirius used more hand sanitiser than he did oxygen, and his skin hated him for it. “Sirius Black. I think I’m in the apartment under you.”

Remus smirked, his eyes glittering and the scar across his face shifting as he smiled. “I know.” He grinned, a gust of wind rippling through his curls. “You like to play music on that record player of yours at very strange times.”

“Says the midnight Mozart.” Sirius countered and wondered if it were possible to see a person's heartbeat through their bare chest when Remus laughed and Sirius’ traitorous heart thundered in response.

“So,” Remus said, pulling off his green jumper to reveal a knit cardigan underneath. “Here,” He offered the jumper to Sirius, who just stared at it for a moment. “It’s cold out.”

Sirius nodded his thanks and shrugged on the sweater, the fabric soft against his skin. It smelled faintly of lemons and peppermint and Sirius had to stop himself from breathing it in.

“Did you just get back from work?” Remus asked, apparently not bothered that Sirius’ brain had decided to take the night off, eyeing Sirius’ blue scrub pants.

Sirius sighed, rubbing his face. “Yeah, maybe an hour ago? I was only meant to be on shift until twelve but then there was an incident involving a stethoscope, a pillow case and a bedpan, that I would really love to forget, that resulted in me having to stay a little later than planned.” He met Remus’ eyes for the first time. Amber. Well now Sirius was really fucked. “Nurses are too underpaid for this shit.”

Remus chuckled, even as he looked sympathetic to Sirius’ cause. “Well, my Mum was a nurse for forty years. How about I take you out for coffee and I swear I can tell you a story that will make the last twenty four hours seem like paradise.”

Sirius smiled for the first time that night (but not the last, he suspected) and nodded. “Yeah,” He said, toying with the cuffs of his borrowed jumper. “Yeah I’d love that.”

#wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar fic #wolfstar au #onlydreamofmysoul #meet cute #maybe #meet something anyways #look they meet #need it be more specific #i shouldn't be allowed write tags when im tired #i would say i'll fix it later #but i probably won't so enjoy

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dreamscapesin1582 · 4 years ago

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Vampires + Model MC

SCENARIO:

MC used to model for the ads of their travel agency. It escalated there and somewhat she received a few offers of modelling for catalogs and women’s magazines.

For some reason, she had a few of those with her when she got teleported to 19th century France and she fell in love and blahblahblah.

One day, she was shopping for groceries when her lover entered her room and found some interesting books peeking out of her purse.

Let’s say it’s the summer edition… aka swimsuits :))))

IKESEN VERSION: Oda Forces || Uesugi-Takeda Alliance

NAPOLEON BONAPARTE

*eyes emoji*

“oh shit”

what did i just stumble upon

he backs away, then thinks that it must be a future thing

“so we’re good” then he takes it again

“she never told me she used to model”

browses through every page with a furrow in his brow

like yall really be telling me that ppl see this for free?

where was this when i was cold and alone in my throne

the future is w i l d,,,

he’s not that fond of books but he will definitely keep this one

f o r s u r e

when mc gets back, napo will def ask her abt it

WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART

“all these years in solitude and i still get blessed by the world”

why do i even go outside, i wonder

anyways mozart tries to put it back

mozart really tried to put it back

narrator: mozart could not put it back

makes sure no one is around before opening it again

“will this be the reason why jean will finally disown me”

nah lets just call it…….. m o t i v a t i o n

whenever he is in the music room, there are two (2) things in front of him

sheet music and the magazine

conclusion: he has no shame

“ITS FOR THE GLORY OF MY MUSIC MC”

LEONARDO DA VINCI

this one is up for any adventure amirite

so when he saw the magazines?

he just found the fucking treasure

yeah thats right im talking bout u

love yourself my hoes

a n y w a y s

after all those centuries, leonardo da vinci has never been this interested in anything

i mean being dead inside and all

he will examine the shit out of that magazine

the p e r f e c t i o n

he would admire how accurate the pictures are,,,,, and how s e x y

smirksmirksmirksmirk

ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE

…………..what do u even expect lmao

jk guess what

contrary to common belief, the moment arthur witnessed the sheer power that is your body dressed in full glory

is the moment all his blood evacuated to his face

and ejected itself through the orifice that is his nose

b o l l o c k s

bless the gods that created the female sex

bless your mother

“oh fuck it bless everyone”

and he meant it

he blessed everyone with the collection of your pictures

imagine theo snapping his neck once it reached vincent lol

VINCENT VAN GOGH

he was just innocently killing time in your room, waiting for u

and then the devil inside him presented itself through a magazine

just poppin out of nowhere like “sURpRiSE moThERfUcKEr”

anyways he was like “oh!”

oh my go od ne s s g ra cio u s

anyone can see the sun in sunshine boi

considering how hot his face feels

it doesnt help that the pictures were clear and pretty

accurately taking every curve–

“broer i was wondering if that next painting is done—BROER?!”

that’s theo finding him passed out with the evidence lmao

ISAAC NEWTON

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA he’s gone bro

the brain of the genius is now dysfunctional

“iS tHiS LegAL???????”

he looks at the pictures with both horror and sexual frustration lol

nervously takes it away

for science part 2

cue mc coming back later in the day

“isaac have you seen the magazine in my purse?”

spits tea

“huh w-what magazine no i didnt see a magazine idk any magazine what is a magazine even”

mc is partly amused at how he said that in a second

“god pls take me away”

here it is,,,, i couldnt help myself since i keep seeing my model mc hcs blowing up my notifs lolololol

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Lines by Leonard Cohen

As someone long prepared for the occasion In full command of every plan you wrecked – Do not choose a coward’s explanation that hides behind the cause and the effect

And it's stronger than drink And it's deeper than sorrow This darkness she's left in my heart.

And I'll dance with you in Vienna I'll be wearing a river's disguise The hyacinth wild on my shoulder, My mouth on the dew of your thighs

He wants to write a love song An anthem of forgiving A manual for living With defeat

The birds they sang At the break of day Start again I heard them say Don't dwell on what Has passed away Or what is yet to be.

You never liked to get The letters that I sent. But now you've got the gist Of what my letters meant. You're reading them again, The ones you didn't burn. You press them to your lips, My pages of concern.

I caught the darkness It was drinking from your cup. I said: Is this contagious? You said: Just drink it up

Everybody talking to their pockets Everybody wants a box of chocolates And a long stem rose Everybody knows

A cross on every hill A star, a minaret So many graves to fill O love, aren't you tired yet?

And everybody knows that the Plague is coming Everybody knows that it's moving fast Everybody knows that the naked man and woman Are just a shining artifact of the past

Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the weeds of sex looks like freedom but it feels like death it's something in between, I guess

I walked into this empty church I had no place else to go When the sweetest voice I ever heard, whispered to my soul

I heard the snake was baffled by his sin He shed his scales to find the snake within But born again is born without a skin The poison enters into everything

And summoned now to deal With your invincible defeat, You live your life as if it’s real, A Thousand Kisses Deep.

I’m slowing down the tune I never liked it fast You want to get there soon I want to get there last

When they said REPENT REPENT I wonder what they meant

Her thighs they slipped away from me Like schools of startled fish Though I've forgotten half my life I still remember this

And if no leaves were on the tree And no water in the sea And the break of day had nothing to reveal That's how broken I would be What my life would seem to me If I didn't have your love to make it real

And yes she lied about it all Her children and her husband You were born to judge the world Forgive me but I wasn't

O troubled dust concealing An undivided love The Heart beneath is teaching To the broken Heart above

The pull of the moon, the thrust of the sun And thus the ocean is crossed The waters are blessed while a shadowy guest Kindles a light for the lost

How come you called me here tonight? How come you bother With my heart at all? You raise me up in grace, Then you put me in a place, Where I must fall.

And everybody knows that it's now or never Everybody knows that it's me or you And everybody knows that you live forever Ah when you've done a line or two

It's coming like the tidal flood beneath the lunar sway, imperial, mysterious, in amorous array:

The lights went out behind us The fireflies undressed The broken sidewalk ended I touched her sleeping breasts They opened to me urgently Likelilies from the dead Behind a fine embroidery Her nipples rose like bread Then I took off my necktie And she took off her dress My belt and pistol set aside We tore away the rest

The Maestro says it's Mozart but it sounds like bubble gum when you're waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

The sea so deep and blind The sun, the wild regret The club, the wheel, the mind, O love, aren't you tired yet?

The wounded forms appear: The loss, the full extent; And simple kindness here, The solitude of strength.

If the sun would lose its light And we lived in an endless night And there was nothing left that you could feel If the sea were sand alone And the flowers made of stone And no one that you hurt could ever heal Well that's how broken I would be What my life would seem to me If I didn't have your love to make it real

But you'll be hearing from me baby, long after I'm gone I'll be speaking to you sweetly From a window in the Tower of Song

I said I’d be your lover. You laughed at what I said. I lost my job forever. I was counted with the dead.

It failed my little fire But it's bright the dying spark Go tell the young messiah What happens to the heart

Good night, good night, my fallen star I guess you're right, you always are I know you're right about the blues You live some life you'd never choose

looks like freedom but it feels like death it's something in between, I guess

I've seen you change the water into wine I've seen you change it back to water, too I sit at your table every night I try but I just don't get high with you

The present's not that pleasant Just a lot of things to do I thought the past would last me But the darkness got that too

The splinters that you carry The cross you left behind Come healing of the body Come healing of the mind

I wish there was a treaty we could sign I do not care who takes this bloody hill I'm angry and I'm tired all the time I wish there was a treaty, I wish there was a treaty Between your love and mine

I’m lacing up my shoe But I don’t want to run I’ll get here when I do Don’t need no starting gun

Thanks For The Dance

Ah, they're dancing in the street — it's Jubilee We sold ourselves for love but now we're free I'm so sorry for that ghost I made you be Only one of us was real and that was me

And I'm still working with the wine, still dancing cheek to cheek, the band is playing Auld Lang Syne, but the heart will not retreat.

And maybe I had miles to drive, And promises to keep: You ditch it all to stay alive, A Thousand Kisses Deep.

Baby don’t ignore me We were smokers we were friends Forget that tired story Of betrayal and revenge

So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll I'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all I'm standing by the window where the light is strong Ah they don't let a woman kill you Not in the Tower of Song

Show me the place, help me roll away the stone Show me the place, I can't move this thing alone Show me the place where the word became a man Show me the place where the suffering began

And you're weak and you're harmless and you're sleeping in your harness and the wind going wild in the trees, and it ain't exactly prison but you'll never be forgiven for whatever you've done with the keys.

Steer your heart past the Truth that you believed in yesterday Such as Fundamental Goodness and the Wisdom of the Way Steer your heart, precious heart, past the women whom you bought Year by year, month by month, day by day Thought by thought

Word of words and measure of all measures Blessed is the name, the name be blessed Written on my heart in burning letters That’s all I know, I cannot read the rest

And O my love, I still recall The pleasures that we knew; The rivers and the waterfall, Wherein I bathed with you.

You said how could this happen You said how can this be The chains are gone from heaven The storms are wild and free

I cried for you this morning And I’ll cry for you again But I’m not in charge of sorrow So please don’t ask me when

Both of us say there are laws to obey But frankly I don’t like your tone You want to change the way I make love I want to leave it alone

Behold the gates of mercy In arbitrary space And none of us deserving The cruelty or the grace

Then I came back from where I’d been. My room, it looked the same – But there was nothing left between The Nameless and the Name.

O longing of the branches To lift the little bud O longing of the arteries To purify the blood

I to my side call the meek and the mild You to your side call the Word By virtue of suffering I claim to have won You claim to have never been heard

I know I said I’d meet you, I’d meet you at the store, But I can’t buy it, baby. I can’t buy it anymore.

I was idle with my soul, when I heard that you could use me I followed very closely, but my life remained the same But then you showed me where you had been wounded In every atom broken is the Name

I fled to the edge of the mighty sea of sorrow Pursued by the riders of a cruel and dark regime But the waters parted and my soul crossed over Out of Egypt, out of Pharaoh’s dream

They whisper still, the injured stones The blunted mountains weep As he died to make men holy Let us die to make things cheap

Sounded like the truth Seemed the better way Sounded like the truth But it's not the truth today

Hurt once and for all into silence. A long pain ending without a song to prove it. Who could stand beside you so close to Eden, When you glinted in every eye the held-high razor, shivering every ram and son?

Sleep baby sleep The day’s on the run The wind in the trees Is talking in tongues

And I loved you when our love was blessed and I love you now there's nothing left

There's silt on your ankles and sand on your feet The river too shallow, the ocean too deep You smile at your suffering, the sweetest reprieve Why did you leave us, why did you leave

I saw some people starving There was murder, there was rape Their villages were burning They were trying to escape I couldn't meet their glances I was staring at my shoes It was acid, it was tragic It was almost like the blues

If you want a partner Take my hand Or if you want to strike me down in anger Here I stand, I'm your man

Ah I don't believe you'd like it, You wouldn't like it here. There ain't no entertainment and the judgements are severe.

The opposites falter, the spirals reverse And Eve must re-enter the sleep of her birth

I don't need to be forgiven for loving you so much It's written in the scriptures It's written there in blood I even heard the angels declare it from above

Sometimes I’d head for the highway I’m old and the mirrors don’t lie But crazy has places to hide in That are deeper than any goodbye

If you want a boxer I will step into the ring for you And if you want a doctor I'll examine every inch of you

Yeah we're drinking and we're dancing but there's nothing really happening and the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night And my very close companion gets me fumbling gets me laughing she's a hundred but she's wearing something tight and I lift my glass to the Awful Truth which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth except to say it isn't worth a dime And the whole damn place goes crazy twice and it's once for the devil and once for Christ but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights we're busted in the blinding lights, busted in the blinding lights of CLOSING TIME

I want him to be certain That he doesn't have a burden That he doesn't need a vision That he only has permission To do my instant bidding which is to Say what I have told him to repeat

Though I take my song From a withered limb, Both song and tree, They sing for him.

Everybody knows that the boat is leaking Everybody knows that the captain lied Everybody got this broken feeling Like their father or their dog just died

Ditched on a beach Where the sea hates to go With a child in my arms And a chill in my soul And my heart the shape Of a begging bowl

And she says, Drink deeply, pilgrim but don't forget there's still a woman beneath this resplendent chemise.

You don't need a lawyer I'm not making a claim You don't need to surrender I'm not taking aim I don't need a lover, no, no The wretched beast is tame I don't need a lover So blow out the flame

O gather up the brokenness And bring it to me now The fragrance of those promises You never dared to vow

And I don’t really know who sent me, To raise my voice and say: May the lights in The Land of Plenty Shine on the truth some day.

There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking They've been sentenced to death by the blues

I know the burden’s heavy As you wheel it through the night Some people say it’s empty But that don’t mean it’s light

Ten New Songs

I better hold my tongue I better take my place Lift this glass of blood Try to say the grace

You came to me this morning and you handled me like meat. You’d have to be a man to know how good that feels, how sweet.

A sip of wine, a cigarette, And then it’s time to go. I tidied up the kitchenette; I tuned the old banjo. I’m wanted at the traffic-jam. They’re saving me a seat. I’m what I am, and what I am, Is back on Boogie Street.

Down in the valley the famine goes on The famine up on the hill I say that you shouldn’t, you couldn’t, you can’t You say that you must and you will

So we struggle and we stagger down the snakes and up the ladder to the tower where the blessed hours chime and I swear it happened just like this: a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss the Gates of Love they budged an inch I can't say much has happened since

And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, With the photographs there, and the moss And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty My cheap violin and my cross

Then she dances so graceful and your heart's hard and hateful and she's naked but that's just a tease. And you turn in disgust from your hatred and from your love and comes to you light as the breeze.

I see the Ghost of Culture With numbers on his wrist Salute some new conclusion Which all of us have missed

I tried to love you my way, But I couldn’t make it hold. So I closed the Book of Longing And I do what I am told.

And up through the system the worlds are withdrawn From every dominion the mind stood upon And now that it's over and now that it's done The name has no number, not even the one

You got me singing Like a prisoner in a jail You got me singing Like my pardon's in the mail

You can add up the parts But you won't have the sum You can strike up the march, There is no drum Every heart, every heart To love will come But like a refugee.

Everybody knows you've been discreet But there were so many people you just had to meet Without your clothes And everybody knows

It's coming from the sorrow in the street, the holy places where the races meet; from the homicidal bitchin' that goes down in every kitchen to determine who will serve and who will eat. From the wells of disappointment where the women kneel to pray for the grace of God in the desert here and the desert far away:

Even though she sleeps upon your satin Even though she wakes you with a kiss Do not say the moment was imagined Do not stoop to strategies like this

I smile when I'm angry I cheat and I lie I do what I have to do To get by But I know what is wrong And I know what is right And I'd die for the truth In My Secret Life

I loved you for your beauty but that doesn't make a fool of me: you were in it for your beauty too and I loved you for your body there's a voice that sounds like God to me declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really you

O baby I waited so long for your kiss for something to happen, oh something like this.

O let the heavens falter And let the earth proclaim: Come healing of the Altar Come healing of the Name

If you're squeezed for information, that's when you've got to play it dumb: You just say you're out there waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

You put on a uniform To fight the Civil War You looked so good I didn’t care What side you’re fighting for

Did you confuse the Messiah in a mirror and rest because he had finally come? Let me cry Help beside you, Teacher.

It's coming to America first, the cradle of the best and of the worst. It's here they got the range and the machinery for change and it's here they got the spiritual thirst. It's here the family's broken and it's here the lonely say that the heart has got to open in a fundamental way:

I said to Hank Williams: how lonely does it get? Hank Williams hasn't answered yet But I hear him coughing all night long A hundred floors above me In the Tower of Song

Sail on, sail on O mighty Ship of State! To the Shores of Need Past the Reefs of Greed Through the Squalls of Hate Sail on, sail on

Ah the wars they will Be fought again The holy dove She will be caught again Bought and sold And bought again The dove is never free.

I should have seen it coming It was right behind your eyes You were young and it was summer I just had to take a dive Winning you was easy But darkness was the prize

The party’s over But I’ve landed on my feet I’ll be standing on this corner Where there used to be a street

I know you had to lie to me, I know you had to cheat, to pose all hot and high behind the veils of shear deceit, our perfect porn aristocrat so elegant and cheap, I’m old but I’m still into that, A thousand kisses deep.

It’s not a trick, your senses all deceiving A fitful dream, the morning will exhaust – Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost

If you want a lover I'll do anything you ask me to And if you want another kind of love I'll wear a mask for you

It's dark now and it's snowing O my love I must be going, The river has started to freeze. And I'm sick of pretending I'm broken from bending I've lived too long on my knees.

Well I don't know about tomorrow but I know what's coming next I've used up all my questions; I have no answers left

As for the world the job the war I ditched them all to love you more

The story's been written the letter's been sealed You gave me a lily but now it's a field

Your story was so long, The plot was so intense, It took you years to cross The lines of self-defense.

And soon there's sand in every kiss And soon the dawn is ready And soon the night surrenders To a daffodil machete

Waiting for the miracle There's nothing left to do. I haven't been this happy since the end of World War II.

The troubles came I saved what I could save A thread of light, a particle, a wave But there were chains, so I hastened to behave There were chains, so I loved you like a slave

his waltz With its very own breath of brandy and Death Dragging its tail in the sea

They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom For trying to change the system from within I'm coming now, I'm coming to reward them First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

They oughta give my heart a medal For letting go of you When I turned my back on the devil Turned my back on the angel too

Had to go crazy to love you You who were never the one Whom I chased through the souvenir heartache Her braids and her blouse all undone

Well the mouse ate the crumb Then the cat ate the crust Now they’ve fallen in love They’re talking in tongues

There’s other ways to answer That certainly is true Me, I’m blind with death and anger And that’s no place for you

I'm guided by a signal in the heavens I'm guided by this birthmark on my skin I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons

I was fighting with temptation But I didn't want to win A man like me don't like to see Temptation caving in

I know that I’m forgiven, But I don’t know how I know I don’t trust my inner feelings – Inner feelings come and go.

And sometimes when the night is slow, The wretched and the meek, We gather up our hearts and go, A Thousand Kisses Deep.

I dreamed about you, baby. It was just the other night. Most of you was naked Ah but some of you was light.

I don’t know why I come here, knowing as I do, what you really think of me, what I really think of you.

Had to go crazy to love you Had to let everything fall Had to be people I hated Had to be no one at all

I used to love the rainbow And I used to love the view I loved the early morning I'd pretend that it was new But I caught the darkness baby And I got it worse than you

Traveling light It's au revoir My once so bright, my fallen star I'm running late, they'll close the bar I used to play one mean guitar

I dreamed about you baby You were wearing half your dress I know you have to hate me But could you hate me less?

The night of Santiago And I was passing through So I took her to the river As any man would do

Let's keep it on the level When I walked away from you I turned my back on the devil Turned my back on the angel too

I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed, I’m back on Boogie Street. You lose your grip, and then you slip Into the Masterpiece.

So we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul outwears the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest.

You got me singing Even tho' it all looks grim You got me singing The Hallelujah hymn

I'm aching for you baby I can't pretend I'm not I need to see you naked In your body and your thought

If your heart is torn I don’t wonder why If the night is long Here’s my lullaby

I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean I love the country but I can't stand the scene. And I'm neither left or right I'm just staying home tonight, getting lost in that hopeless little screen.

Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry There's a lobby with nine hundred windows There's a tree where the doves go to die There's a piece that was torn from the morning And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost

Oh I want you, I want you, I want you On a chair with a dead magazine In the cave at the tip of the lily In some hallways where love's never been On a bed where the moon has been sweating In a cry filled with footsteps and sand

And everybody knows that you're in trouble Everybody knows what you've been through From the bloody cross on top of Calvary To the beach of Malibu

Ah you drift into my dreams as if you had the right And you show me how you broke me doing all the little things I really like

I gave her something pretty And I waited till she laughed I wasn't born a gypsy To make a woman sad

There is no God in Heaven And there is no Hell below So says the great professor Of all there is to know But I've had the invitation That a sinner can't refuse And it's almost like salvation It's almost like the blues

The war was lost The treaty signed I was not caught I crossed the line, I had to leave My life behind I dug some graves You'll never findI was not caught Though many tried I live among you Well disguised

Now I'm living in this temple Where they tell you what to do I'm old and I've had to settle On a different point of view

Too late to fix another drink – The lights are going out – I’ll listen to the darkness sing – I know what that’s about.

I loved you when you opened like a lily to the heat, you see I’m just another snowman standing in the rain and sleet, who loved you with his frozen love, his second hand physique, with all he is, and all he was, A thousand kisses deep.

And death is old But it's always new I freeze with fear And I'm there for you

I don't smoke no cigarette I don't drink no alcohol I ain't had much loving yet But that's always been your call Hey I don't miss it baby I got no taste for anything at all

I’ll try to say a little more: Love went on and on Until it reached an open door – Then Love Itself Love Itself was gone.

I said there'd been a flood. I said there's nothing left. I hoped that you would come. I gave you my address.

So I let my heart get frozen To keep away the rot My father says I'm chosen My mother says I'm not

O Crown of Light, O Darkened One, I never thought we’d meet. You kiss my lips, and then it’s done: I’m back on Boogie Street.

Ah, the moon's too bright The chain's too tight The beast won't go to sleep

And he cut my lip And he cut my heart. So I could not drink From the river dark.

O solitude of longing Where love has been confined Come healing of the body Come healing of the mind

My mirrored twin, my next of kin, I’d know you in my sleep and who but you would take me in, a thousand kisses deep.

Suddenly the night has grown colder The god of love preparing to depart Alexandra hoisted on his shoulder They slip between the sentries of the heart

But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags that Time cannot decay, I'm junk but I'm still holding up this little wild bouquet

The autumn moved across your skin, got something in my eye, a light that doesn’t need to live, and doesn’t need to die. A riddle in the book of love, obscure and obsolete, till witnessed here in time and blood, A thousand kisses deep.

There's nobody missing There is no reward Little by little We're cutting the cord We're spending the treasure, oh, no, no That love cannot afford I know you can feel it The sweetness restored

The ponies run, the girls are young, The odds are there to beat. You win a while, and then it’s done – Your little winning streak.

I like to take my time I like to linger as it flies A weekend on your lips A lifetime in your eyes

Then he struck my heart With a deadly force, And he said, ‘This heart: It is not yours.’

Everybody knows that you love me baby Everybody knows that you really do Everybody knows that you've been faithful Ah give or take a night or two

Steer your way past the ruins of the Altar and the Mall Steer your way through the fables of Creation and The Fall Steer your way past the Palaces that rise above the rot Year by year, month by month, day by day Thought by thought

Your crazy fragrance all around Your secrets in my view My lost, my lost was saying found My don't was saying do

Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack a crack in everything That's how the light gets in.

Steer your way through the pain that is far more real than you That's smashed the Cosmic Model, that blinded every view And please don't make me go there, though there be a God or not Year by year, month by month, day by day Thought by thought

You sent me here You sent me there Breaking things I can't repair Making objects Out of thoughts Making more By thinking not

And you who were bewildered by a meaning Whose code was broken, crucifix uncrossed – Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost

I see you standing on the other side I don't know how the river got so wide I loved you baby, way back when And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed But I feel so close to everything that we lost We'll never, we'll never have to lose it again

If you are the dealer, I'm out of the game If you are the healer, it means I'm broken and lame If thine is the glory then mine must be the shame You want it darker We kill the flame

I used to be your favorite drunk Good for one more laugh Then we both ran out of luck Luck was all we ever had

There'll be the breaking of the ancient Western code Your private life will suddenly explode There'll be phantoms There'll be fires on the road And the white man dancing You'll see your woman Hanging upside down Her features covered by her fallen gown And all the lousy little poets Coming round Tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson

Confined to sex, we pressed against The limits of the sea: I saw there were no oceans left For scavengers like me.

I was born like this, I had no choice I was born with the gift of a golden voice And twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond They tied me to this table right here In the Tower of Song

I’m naked and I’m filthy And both of us are guilty

the fiddler fiddles something so sublime all the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots and it's partner found, it's partner lost and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops

I've seen the future, brother: It is murder

Who broke the heart and made it new? Who's moving on, who's kiddin' who?

So I knelt there at the delta, at the alpha and the omega, at the cradle of the river and the seas. And like a blessing come from heaven for something like a second I was healed and my heart was at ease.

And there's a mighty judgment coming, but I may be wrong You see, you hear these funny voices In the Tower of Song

Upheld by the simplicities of pleasure They gain the light, they formlessly entwine And radiant beyond your widest measure They fall among the voices and the wine

When you've fallen on the highway and you're lying in the rain, and they ask you how you're doing of course you'll say you can't complain

You always said we’re equal So let me march with you Just an extra in the sequel To the old red white and blue

She stands before you naked you can see it, you can taste it, and she comes to you light as the breeze. Now you can drink it or you can nurse it, it don't matter how you worship as long as you're down on your knees.

By the rivers dark I wandered on. I lived my life in Babylon. And I did forget My holy song: And I had no strength In Babylon.

All your moves are swift All your turns are tight Let me catch my breath I thought we had all night

Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. It's coming through a crack in the wall; on a visionary flood of alcohol; from the staggering account of the Sermon on the Mount which I don't pretend to understand at all. It's coming from the silence on the dock of the bay, from the brave, the bold, the battered heart of Chevrolet: Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

And let the heavens hear it The penitential hymn Come healing of the spirit Come healing of the limb

There's a lover in the story But the story's still the same There's a lullaby for suffering And a paradox to blame But it's written in the scriptures And it's not some idle claim You want it darker We kill the flame

I was alone on the road, your love was so confusing And all my teachers told me that I had myself to blame But in the grip of sensual illusion A sweet unknowing unified the name

Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name Vilified, crucified, in the human frame A million candles burning for the help that never came

They're lining up the prisoners And the guards are taking aim I struggled with some demons They were middle class and tame I didn't know I had permission to murder and to maim

So come, my friends, be not afraid. We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear.

I see my life In full review It was never me It was always you

We'll be going down so deep the river's going to weep, and the mountain's going to shout Amen!

Show me the place where my head is bendin' low Show me the place where you want your slave to go

I’m tired of choosing desire I been saved by a blessed fatigue The gates of commitment unwired And nobody trying to leave

Yeah my friends are gone and my hair is grey I ache in the places where I used to play And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on I'm just paying my rent every day Oh in the Tower of Song

There's an attic where children are playing Where I've got to lie down with you soon In a dream of Hungarian lanterns In the mist of some sweet afternoon And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow All your sheep and your lilies of snow

We find ourselves on different sides Of a line nobody drew Though it all may be one in the higher eye Down here where we live it is two

I've seen the nations rise and fall I've heard their stories, heard them all But love's the only engine of survival Your servant here, he has been told To say it clear, to say it cold: It's over, it ain't going Any further And now the wheels of heaven stop You feel the devil's riding crop Get ready for the future: It is murder

I've heard the soul unfolds in the chambers of its longing And the bitter liquor sweetens in the hammered cup Ah but all the ladders of the night have fallen Just darkness now, to lift the longing up

Why don’t you come on back to the war, that’s right, get in it, why don’t you come on back to the war, it’s just beginning.

If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.

An Eskimo showed me a movie he’d recently taken of you: the poor man could hardly stop shivering, his lips and his fingers were blue. I suppose that he froze when the wind took your clothes and I guess he just never got warm. But you stand there so nice, in your blizzard of ice, oh please let me come into the storm.

I loved your master perfectly I taught him all that he knew. He was starving in some deep mystery like a man who is sure what is true.

I have begun to long for you, I who have no greed; I have begun to ask for you, I who have no need. You say you’ve gone away from me, but I can feel you when you breathe.

Hungry as an archway through which the troops have passed, I stand in ruins behind you, with your winter clothes, your broken sandal straps.

Well, you tell me that your lover has a broken limb, you say you’re kind of restless now and it’s on account of him.

Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon Show me slowly what I only know the limits of Dance me to the end of love

I tried to leave you, I don’t deny I closed the book on us, at least a hundred times.

And I can’t wait to tell you to your face And I can’t wait for you to take my place You are The Naked Angel In My Heart You are The Woman With Her Legs Apart It’s written on the walls of this hotel You go to heaven once you’ve been to hell

Then let the other selves be wrong, yeah, let them manifest and come till every taste is on the tongue, till love is pierced and love is hung, and every kind of freedom done

O come with me my little one, we will find that farm and grow us grass and apples there and keep all the animals warm. And if by chance I wake at night and I ask you who I am, O take me to the slaughterhouse, I will wait there with the lamb.

Ah they’re shutting down the factory now Just when all the bills are due And the fields they’re under lock and key Tho’ the rain and the sun come through And springtime starts but then it stops In the name of something new And all the senses rise against this Coming back to you

Like a baby, stillborn, like a beast with his horn I have torn everyone who reached out for me.

We met when we were almost young deep in the green lilac park. You held on to me like I was a crucifix, as we went kneeling through the dark.

And there are no letters in the mailbox, and there are no grapes upon the vine, and there are no chocolates in the boxes anymore, and there are no diamonds in the mine.

I cried, “Oh, Lady Midnight, I fear that you grow old, the stars eat your body and the wind makes you cold

So daily I renew my idle duty I touch her here and there – I know my place I kiss her open mouth and I praise her beauty and people call me traitor to my face

But my darling says “Leonard, just let it go by That old silhouette on the great western sky” So I pick out a tune and they move right along and they’re gone like the smoke and they’re gone like this song

And why are you so quiet now standing there in the doorway? You chose your journey long before you came upon this highway.

But I swear by this song and by all that I have done wrong I will make it all up to thee.

It was deep into his fiery heart he took the dust of Joan of Arc, and then she clearly understood if he was fire, oh then she must be wood.

And Jesus was a sailor When he walked upon the water And he spent a long time watching From his lonely wooden tower And when he knew for certain Only drowning men could see him He said “All men will be sailors then Until the sea shall free them” But he himself was broken Long before the sky would open Forsaken, almost human He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone And you want to travel with him And you want to travel blind And you think maybe you’ll trust him For he’s touched your perfect body with his mind.

Your master took you travelling, well at least that’s what you said. And now do you come back to bring your prisoner wine and bread?

Your pain is no credential here, it’s just the shadow, shadow of my wound.

And here where there is no description Oh here in the moment at hand No sinner need rise up forgiven No victim need limp to the stand

I met a woman long ago her hair the black that black can go, Are you a teacher of the heart? Soft she answered no. I met a girl across the sea, her hair the gold that gold can be, Are you a teacher of the heart? Yes, but not for thee.

Oh bless thee continuous stutter Of the word being made into flesh

The cripple here that you clothe and feed is neither starved nor cold; he does not ask for your company, not at the centre, the centre of the world.

Yes, you who are broken by power, you who are absent all day, you who are kings for the sake of your children’s story, the hand of your beggar is burdened down with money, the hand of your lover is clay.

the patron Saint of envy and the grocer of despair

She used to wear her hair like you except when she was sleeping, and then she’d weave it on a loom of smoke and gold and breathing.

And may the spirit of this song, may it rise up pure and free. May it be a shield for you, a shield against the enemy.

And deep into his fiery heart he took the dust of Joan of Arc, and high above the wedding guests he hung the ashes of her wedding dress.

to wear upon my swollen appetite.“ Well, I’m glad to hear you talk this way, you know I’ve watched you riding every day and something in me yearns to win such a cold and lonesome heroine.

Come over to the window, my little darling, I’d like to try to read your palm. I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy before I let you take me home.

Then I took the dust of a long sleepless night and I put it in your little shoe. And then I confess that I tortured the dress that you wore for the world to look through.

And the light came from her body And the night went through her grace All summer long she touched me And I knew her, I knew her Face to face

Let’s meet tomorrow if you choose Upon the shore, beneath the bridge That they are building on some endless river

And I’ve read the Bill of Human Rights And some of it was true But there wasn’t any burden left So I’m laying it on you.”

I listened to your kisses at the door I never heard the world so clear before You ran your bath and you began to sing I felt so good I couldn’t feel a thing

Like a worm on a hook, like a knight from some old fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons for thee.

Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc as she came riding through the dark; no moon to keep her armour bright, no man to get her through this very smoky night.

And we read from pleasant Bibles that are bound in blood and skin That the wilderness is gathering All its children back again

And now this woman by your side, well, she’s asleep And there’s nothing you can give her and there’s nothing you want to keep

Just take this longing from my tongue all the lonely things my hands have done. Let me see your beauty broken down like you would do for one your love.

And she shows you where to look Among the garbage and the flowers There are heroes in the seaweed There are children in the morning They are leaning out for love And they will lean that way forever While Suzanne holds the mirror

Ah but if you cannot raise your love To a very high degree, Then you’re just the man I’ve been thinking of – So come and stand with me.

You who wish to conquer pain, you must learn, learn to serve me well.

Why don’t you try to do without him? Why don’t you try to live alone? Do you really need his hands for your passion? Do you really need his heart for your throne?

I left a wife in Tennessee And a baby in Saigon – I risked my life, but not to hear Some country-western song.

I did my best, it wasn’t much I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you And even though it all went wrong I’ll stand before the Lord of Song With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Oh take this longing from my tongue, all the useless things my hands have done, untie for me your hired blue gown, like you would do for one that you love.

I heard of a saint who had loved you, so I studied all night in his school. He taught that the duty of lovers is to tarnish the golden rule. And just when I was sure that his teachings were pure he drowned himself in the pool. His body is gone but back here on the lawn his spirit continues to drool.

It’s like our visit to the moon or to that other star I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that far.

Well I’ve been where you’re hanging, I think I can see how you’re pinned: When you’re not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you’ve sinned.

I lit a thin green candle, to make you jealous of me. But the room just filled up with mosquitos, they heard that my body was free.

Too early for the rainbow, too early for the dove These are the final days, this is the darkness, this is the flood And there is no man or woman can be touched But you who come between them will be judged

He tried to make a final stand beside the railway track She said, “The art of longing’s over and it’s never coming back.”

The judges said you missed it by a fraction rise up and brace your troops for the attack Ah the dreamers ride against the men of action Oh see the men of action falling back

Now the crickets are singing The vesper bells ringing The cat’s curled asleep in his chair I’ll go down to Bill’s Bar I can make it that far And I’ll see if my friends are still there Yes, and here’s to the few Who forgive what you do And the fewer who don’t even care And the night comes on It’s very calm I want to cross over, I want to go home But she says, Go back, go back to the World

Those who dance, begin to dance Those who weep begin Those who earnestly are lost Are lost and lost again

I asked my father, I said, “Father change my name.” The one I’m using now it’s covered up with fear and filth and cowardice and shame.

Even in your arms I know I’ll never get it right Even when you bend to give me Comfort in the night

And the last time that I saw her she was living with some boy who gives her soul an empty room and gives her body joy.

Your faith was strong but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you She tied you to a kitchen chair She broke your throne, and she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Ah, there is no comfort in the covens of the witch, some very clever doctor went and sterilized the bitch, and the only man of energy, yes the revolution’s pride, he trained a hundred women just to kill an unborn child.

Oh, your chains are too dark For the seas you must swim You are smiling at the seaweed But your smile is too grim

And I thank you, I thank you for doing your duty, you keepers of truth, you guardians of beauty. Your vision is right, my vision is wrong, I’m sorry for smudging the air with my song.

But here, right here, between the birthmark and the stain, between the ocean and your open vein, between the snowman and the rain, once again, once again, love calls you by your name.

For now I need your hidden love. I’m cold as a new razor blade. You left when I told you I was curious, I never said that I was brave.

Your letters they all say that you’re beside me now. Then why do I feel alone? I’m standing on a ledge and your fine spider web is fastening my ankle to a stone.

I leave the lady meditating on the very love which I, I do not wish to claim, I journey down the hundred steps, but the street is still the very same.

And I sing this for the captain Whose ship has not been built For the mother in confusion Her cradle still unfilled

Well, I argued all night like so many have before, saying, “Whatever you give me, I seem to need so much more.” Then she pointed at me where I kneeled on her floor, she said, “Don’t try to use me or slyly refuse me, just win me or lose me, it is this that the darkness is for.”

Some girls wander by mistake into the mess that scalpels make. Are you the teachers of my heart? We teach old hearts to break.

And now the infant with his cord is hauled in like a kite, and one eye filled with blueprints, one eye filled with night.

I believe that you heard your master sing when I was sick in bed. I suppose that he told you everything that I keep locked away in my head.

Do you remember all of those pledges That we pledged in the passionate night Ah they’re soiled now, they’re torn at the edges Like moths on a still yellow light No penance serves to renew them No massive transfusions of trust Why not even revenge can undo them So twisted these vows and so crushed

I am the distance you put between all of the moments that we will be.

I choose the rooms that I live in with care, the windows are small and the walls almost bare, there’s only one bed and there’s only one prayer; I listen all night for your step on the stair.

And now I hear your master sing, you kneel for him to come. His body is a golden string that your body is hanging from.

Through windows in the dark The children come, the children go Like arrows with no targets Like shackles made of snow

Like any dealer he was watching for the card That is so high and wild He’ll never need to deal another He was just some Joseph looking for a manger

Where are you, Judy, where are you, Anne? Where are the paths your heroes came? Wondering out loud as the bandage pulls away, was I, was I only limping, was I really lame?

And it’s time for the burden it’s time for the whip Will she walk through the flame Can he shoot from the hip

Now I’ve heard there was a secret chord That David played, and it pleased the Lord But you don’t really care for music, do you? It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah

But you’ve used up all your coupons except the one that seems to be written on your wrist along with several thousand dreams.

Maybe I’m still hurting I can’t turn the other cheek But you know that I still love you It’s just that I can’t speak I looked for you in everyone And they called me on that too I lived alone but I was only Coming back to you

And they’re handing down my sentence now And I know what I must do Another mile of silence while I’m Coming back to you

The door is open, you can’t close your shelter You try the handle of the road It opens, do not be afraid It’s you my love, you who are the stranger

I’m on the side that’s always lost Against the side of Heaven I’m on the side of Snake-eyes tossed Against the side of Seven.

But you lost them in your freedom And you need him now, you’re wild Blessed is the memory Of everybody’s child

Then fire, make your body cold, I’m going to give you mine to hold,“ saying this she climbed inside to be his one, to be his only bride.

Now the clasp of this union who fastens it tight? Who snaps it asunder the very next night Some say the rider Some say the mare Or that love’s like the smoke beyond all repair

With one hand on the hexagram and one hand on the girl I balance on a wishing well that all men call the world.

As a falling leaf may rest A moment on the air So your head upon my breast So my hand upon your hair

I’m not asking for mercy Not from the man You just don’t ask for mercy While you’re still on the stand

And many nights endure Without a moon or star So we will endure When one is gone and far

And then leaning on your window sill He’ll say one day you caused his will To weaken with your love and warmth and shelter

The rain falls down on last year’s man An hour has gone by And he has not moved his hand But everything will happen if he only gives the word The lovers will rise up And the mountains touch the ground But the skylight is like skin for a drum I’ll never mend And all the rain falls down amen On the works of last year’s man

You’re faithful to the better man, I’m afraid that he left. So let me judge your love affair in this very room where I have sentenced mine to death.

If I, if I have been untrue I hope you know it was never to you.

Then I saw you naked in the early dawn, oh, I hoped you would be someone new. I reached for you but you were gone, so lady I’m going too.

And there’s nothing to follow There’s nowhere to go She’s gone like the summer gone like the snow

That’s all I can say, baby That’s all I can say It wasn’t for nothing That they put me away I fell with my angel Down the chain of command There’s a Law, there’s an Arm, there’s a Hand

Lost in the rages of fragrance Lost in the rags of remorse Lost in the waves of a sickness That loosens the high silver nerves

When I am on a pedestal, you did not raise me there. Your laws do not compel me to kneel grotesque and bare. I myself am the pedestal for this ugly hump at which you stare

We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky, and lost among the subway crowds I try to catch your eye.

You met him at some temple, where they take your clothes at the door. He was just a numberless man in a chair who’d just come back from the war.

And when we fell together all our flesh was like a veil That I had to draw aside to see The serpent eat its tail

Some women wait for Jesus, and some women wait for Cain So I hang upon my altar And I hoist my axe again And I take the one who finds me back to where it all began When Jesus was the honeymoon And Cain was just the man

But I lingered on her thighs a fatal moment I kissed her lips as though I thirsted still My falsity had stung me like a hornet The poison sank and it paralysed my will

in city and in forest they smiled like me and you, but now it’s come to distances and both of us must try, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye.

Now my heart’s like a blister From doing what I do If the moon has a sister It’s got to be you

And where, where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight I’ve heard all the wild reports, they can’t be right But whose head is this she’s dancing with on the threshing floor Whose darkness deepens in her arms a little more

Do you want to be the ditch around a tower? Do you want to be the moonlight in his cave? Do you want to give your blessing to his power as he goes whistling past his daddy, past his daddy’s grave

If it be your will That a voice be true From this broken hill I will sing to you From this broken hill All your praises they shall ring If it be your will To let me sing

The age of lust is giving birth, and both the parents ask the nurse to tell them fairy tales on both sides of the glass.

But let me ask you one more time, O children of the dusk, All these hunters who are shrieking now oh do they speak for us?

And the vow of compassion That you swore through your teeth When the war began to end And the photographs weep

Goodnight, my darling, I hope you’re satisfied, the bed is kind of narrow, but my arms are open wide. And here’s a man still working for your smile.

Yes you who must leave everything that you cannot control. It begins with your family, but soon it comes around to your soul.

I’m not looking for another as I wander in my time, walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me, it’s just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea, but let’s not talk of love or chains and things we can’t untie, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye.

Do not dress in those rags for me, I know you are not poor; you don’t love me quite so fiercely now when you know that you are not sure, it is your turn, beloved, it is your flesh that I wear.

A war between the odd and the even.

Well I stepped into an avalanche, it covered up my soul; when I am not this hunchback that you see, I sleep beneath the golden hill.

And here, right here, between the dancer and his cane, between the sailboat and the drain, between the newsreel and your tiny pain, once again, once again, love calls you by your name.

I changed my style to silver I changed my clothes to black And where I would surrender Ah now I would attack

She said, "I’m tired of the war, I want the kind of work I had before, a wedding dress or something white to wear upon my swollen appetite.”

Then lay your rose on the fire The fire give up to the sun The sun give over to splendour In the arms of the high holy one

And draw us near And bind us tight All your children here In their rags of light In our rags of light All dressed to kill And end this night If it be your will

I met a man who lost his mind in some lost place I had to find, follow me the wise man said, but he walked behind.

I asked her to hold me, I said, “Lady, unfold me,” but she scorned me and she told me I was dead and I could never return.

Well I lived with a child of snow when I was a soldier, and I fought every man for her until the nights grew colder.

Into this furnace I ask you now to venture…

She took his tavern parliament, his cap, his cocky dance, she mocked his female fashions and his working-class moustache.

Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free.

She took his much admired oriental frame of mind and the heart-of-darkness alibi his money hides behind She took his blonde madonna and his monastery wine – “This mental space is occupied and everything is mine.”

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night beside her And you know that she’s half crazy But that’s why you want to be there And she feeds you tea and oranges That come all the way from China And just when you mean to tell her That you have no love to give her Then she gets you on her wavelength And she lets the river answer That you’ve always been her lover And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that she will trust you For you’ve touched her perfect body with your mind.

So, now that you’ve decided To follow the sun Like a shadow of birds Or a king on the run

Well, I’ve been waiting, I was sure We’d meet between the trains we’re waiting for I think it’s time to board another Please understand, I never had a secret chart To get me to the heart of this Or any other matter While he talks like this, you don’t know what he’s after When he speaks like this, you don’t know what he’s after

Or she’ll make a break for the high plateau where there’s nothing above and there’s nothing below

The baby’s crying, so you do not go outside, and all your work it’s right before your eyes.

I met a lady, she was playing with her soldiers in the dark Oh one by one she had to tell them That her name was Joan of Arc

And you wrap up his tired face in your hair and he hands you the apple core. Then he touches your lips now so suddenly bare of all the kisses we put on some time before.

I fought in the old revolution on the side of the ghost and the King. Of course I was very young and I thought that we were winning; I can’t pretend I still feel very much like singing as they carry the bodies away.

Oh, you are really such a pretty one. I see you’ve gone and changed your name again. And just when I climbed this whole mountainside, to wash my eyelids in the rain!

Do you need to hold a leash to be a lady?

And who are you?“ she sternly spoke to the one beneath the smoke. "Why, I’m fire,” he replied, “And I love your solitude, I love your pride.

Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove

Just open up your dainty little hand. You know this life is filled with many sweet companions, many satisfying one-night stands.

And come forth from the cloud of unknowing And kiss the cheek of the moon

But climb on your tears and be silent Like a rose on its ladder of thorns

the crumbs of love that you offer me, they’re the crumbs I’ve left behind.

Yes, and here, right here between the moonlight and the lane, between the tunnel and the train, between the victim and his stain, once again, once again, love calls you by your name.

There’s a blaze of light in every word It doesn’t matter which you heard The holy or the broken Hallelujah

There is a war between the ones who say there is a war and the ones who say there isn’t.

Oh sometimes I see her undressing for me, she’s the soft naked lady love meant her to be and she’s moving her body so brave and so free. If I’ve got to remember that’s a fine memory.

O lady with your legs so fine O stranger at your wheel, You are locked into your suffering and your pleasures are the seal.

He said, "I locked you in this body, I meant it as a kind of trial. You can use it for a weapon, or to make some woman smile.”

But the Rose I sickened with a scarlet fever and the Swan I tempted with a sense of shame She said at last I was her finest lover and if she withered I would be to blame

You will never see a man this naked I will never hold a woman this close

And you say you’ve been humbled in love Cut down in your love Forced to kneel in the mud next to me Ah but why so bitterly turn from the one Who kneels there as deeply as thee

I went down to the place Where I knew she lay waiting Under the marble and the snow I said, Mother I’m frightened The thunder and the lightning I’ll never come through this alone She said, I’ll be with you My shawl wrapped around you My hand on your head when you go And the night came on It was very calm I wanted the night to go on and on But she said, Go back, Go back to the World

May Christ have mercy on your soul For making such a joke Amid these hearts that burn like coal And the flesh that rose like smoke.

As the mist leaves no scar On the dark green hill So my body leaves no scar On you and never will

I showed my heart to the doctor: he said I just have to quit. Then he wrote himself a prescription, and your name was mentioned in it! Then he locked himself in a library shelf with the details of our honeymoon, and I hear from the nurse that he’s gotten much worse and his practice is all in a ruin.

And though I wear a uniform I was not born to fight All these wounded boys you lie beside Goodnight, my friends, goodnight

One by one, the guests arrive The guests are coming through The open-hearted many The broken-hearted few And no one knows where the night is going And no one knows why the wine is flowing Oh love I need you

I greet you from the other side Of sorrow and despair With a love so vast and shattered It will reach you everywhere

So you moved away the mountain That the sun rose behind And you said yourself a prayer And laid down with the blind

Your body like a searchlight my poverty revealed, I would like to try your charity until you cry, “Now you must try my greed.” And everything depends upon how near you sleep to me

and I lean from my window sill in this old hotel I chose, yes one hand on my suicide, one hand on the rose.

Ah the silver knives are flashing in the tired old cafe A ghost climbs on the table in a bridal negligee She says, My body is the light, my body is the way” I raise my arm against it all and I catch the bride’s bouquet

Children have takes these pledges They have ferried them out of the past Oh beyond all the graves and the hedges Where love must go hiding at last

It’s hard to hold the hand of anyone Who is reaching for the sky just to surrender

The river is swollen up with rusty cans and the trees are burning in your promised land.

Your father’s gone a-hunting Through the silver and the glass Where only greed can enter But spirit, spirit cannot pass

And all the ladies go moist, and the judge has no choice, a singer must die for the lie in his voice.

and there is no space but there’s left and right and there is no time but there’s day and night

Your father’s gone a-hunting And he’s lost his lucky charm And he’s lost the guardian heart That keeps the hunter from the harm

It’s not the news of burning towns that ruins your mind Like a spool you turn and you turn but it won’t unwind No these wars you did not start, they don’t tear your sleep apart It’s just a man taking what he needs from the store room

True love leaves no traces If you and I are one It’s lost in our embraces Like stars against the sun

And the crickets are breaking his heart with their song as the day caves in and the night is all wrong

Now the courtroom is quiet, but who will confess. Is it true you betrayed us? The answer is Yes. Then read me the list of the crimes that are mine, I will ask for the mercy that you love to decline.

I sang my songs, I told my lies, to lie between your matchless thighs.

Why do you stand by the window Abandoned to beauty and pride The thorn of the night in your bosom The spear of the age in your side

And clenching your fist for the ones like us who are oppressed by the figures of beauty, you fixed yourself, you said, “Well never mind, we are ugly but we have the music.”

Trav'ling lady stay awhile until the night is over. I’m just a station on your way, I know I’m not your lover.

Just take this longing from my tongue, all the useless things my hands have done, let me see your beauty broken down, like you would do for one you love.

Let your mercy spill On all these burning hearts in hell If it be your will To make us well

Oh the world is sweet the world is wide and she’s there where the light and the darkness divide and the steam’s coming off her she’s huge and she’s shy and she steps on the moon when she paws at the sky

And while he talks his dreams to sleep You notice there’s a highway That is curling up like smoke above his shoulder

For the heart with no companion For the soul without a king For the prima ballerina Who cannot dance to anything

You kept right on loving, I went on a fast, now I am too thin and your love is too vast.

I saw her wince, I saw her cry, I saw the glory in her eye. Myself I long for love and light, but must it come so cruel, and oh so bright?

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm, yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new, in city and in forest they smiled like me and you

Well you know that I love to live with you, but you make me forget so very much. I forget to pray for the angels and then the angels forget to pray for us.

I know you need your sleep now, I know your life’s been hard. But many men are falling, where you promised to stand guard.

And she comes to his hand but she’s not really tame She longs to be lost he longs for the same

Now I look for her always I’m lost in this calling I’m tied to the threads of some prayer Saying, When will she summon me When will she come to me What must I do to prepare When she bends to my longing Like a willow, like a fountain She stands in the luminous air And the night comes on And it’s very calm I lie in her arms she says, When I’m gone I’ll be yours, yours for a song

Through the days of shame that are coming Through the nights of wild distress Tho’ your promise count for nothing You must keep it nonetheless

Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone. They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can’t go on. And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song. Oh I hope you run into them, you who’ve been travelling so long.

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn Dance me to the end of love

The walls of this hotel are paper-thin Last night I heard you making love to him The struggle mouth to mouth and limb to limb The grunt of unity when he came in I stood there with my ear against the wall I was not seized by jealousy at all In fact a burden lifted from my soul I heard that love was out of my control

Your standing days are done,“ I cried, “You’ll rally me no more. I don’t even know what side We fought on, or what for.

#Leonard Cohen

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