#are rumous real???

[jawnlmablueorchid]

No one asked for this (well, someone did in a discord chat, but no one here on tumblr I mean xD), but I guess I will put it here anyway.

So there's like very little we know about mxy and if the rumours as to why he was kicked out of the Jin are legit or not, therefore, I thought I would share my opinion on the matter of mxy and jgy's whole ordeal.

What we know about how much mxy was or not into jgy is told to us by jl or wwx, I can no longer remember who exactly says it, but the point is that we knew that mxy had been kicked out of the Jin for harassment, and then later we learn that harassment had been towards jgy (allegedly). What we also know is that he is seen as a lunatic homosexual.

So rumours are terrible things, that being said, a rumour tends to be born out of base layer of truth, and then with years or with how much people want to be mean, it gets distorted or amplified. But the basis for a rumour is that it has to be in a way believable, it's can't just be koo koo bonkers. So I do 100% believe that he was gay, or at least into men, and that he was a little eccentric in personality. If he genuinely falls into the 'lunacy' side of things tho, eh. I am 50/50 on that, maybe after he got kicked out of the Jin and was in ana abusive household, he can lean further into that role.

Mxy gives up his body for wwx, in his letter he says he wants all those who have harmed him or something along those lines (I also can't remember the exact quote for this here) to be killed basically. And then he gets one cut on his arm for every person he has beef with. We learn that wwx's cuts are healed after he killed the entirety of the Mo family, which to me means that even though we know for a fact jgy kicked mxy out of the Jin, mxy hold no resentment against him.

The other important thing we most keep in mind for this is that jgy is a man who holds how people view him in very high regards. The way he acts and how people see him is carefully calculated so that people will like him. He was someone whose worth was always seen as inferior because not only was he one of jgy's bastards, he was also the con of a courtesan (which people then diminish to a whore). So jgy is out here playing life on hard mode, because he needs to make himself likeable enough that people can look past those things.

Another detail to keep in mind is that jgs brings mxy into the Jin mostly as a "fuck you" to jgy. I can't remember if he brings him before or after jzx dies, I will have to double check that, but I think it's after jzx dies.

And one last detail to keep in mind is that when mxy is kicked out of the sect, jgy was already married to qs, and therefore he already lived with the fact that she was his half sister, and the fear of being found out about the incest of their relationship.

There are all important details to keep in mind:

mxy is into men (something the jianghu is not very keen on)

mxy has no ill inted towards jgy (seeing as there was no cut for him)

jgy has will do anything to maintain his image

jgy is already involved in incest||

So you mind wonder, "Jon, why the essay on just if you believe if mxy was into jgy or not?", and to that I answer "You see my dear fellow, theses are all very important points because I believe the rumour is both truth as well as a lie."

-gasp- I know, how dare I have nuance and be complicated.

So see, I believe that when mxy joined the Jin, stuff was not easy for him. He was one of jgs' bastards, terrible position to be in. I think that based off what I know about jgy, jgy was very nice to him because a) he needs to be, and b) there would be some sympathy towards mxy's situation. We know that jgy is very nice and polite when interacting with other people, something we can assume is not something mxy experiences often, based off how the Mo family was abusive as well as him being a bastard in the Jin.

So I do believe mxy likes jgy. Jgy is his half brother who ACTUALLY treats him kindly. And also might I remind you, mxy is 14yo when he is brought into the Jin. He is just a kid, and jgy is family and nice. I too would enjoy hanging out with jgy!

The thing is right, I think the rumour started because mxy was also unapologetically into men. He acted as himself, which is a death sentence in the Jin, not even Jin Ling can run away from the bullying, mxy had no chance. So he is already labeled as a bit of a weirdo, and now he is always constantly hanging out with jgy? The son of a whore? Mmmm, me thinks there must be something fishy playing up.

So the rumours get amplified, they get out of control. And by that time, jgy is already actually engaging in incest. The last thing jgy needs right now as a new sect leader, as the chief cultivator, is to have people believe these rumours, believe he was do something that depraved, and then actually find out about the actual relation between him and his wife. Jgy is terrified of the actual thing being found out.

So he needs to put an end to the rumours. Rumours mxy is also aware of, and is aware would put a stain on jgy's image. And by this point mxy is much older, he is like between 16 or 18 yo. And jgy has given him no reasons to ever not like him.

So he leaves the Jin, because these rumours are getting out of control, they would damage jgy's image, as well as mxy's. And at this point mxy is a little bit obsessed with jgy but in that "You actually like me for me, I didn't know family could do that" sort of thing. To mxy jgy was probably the only family, so obvi he is not going to hate him for doing this when he could see how it would/was affecting him as well.

So tl;dr: Rumours need a basis to form, and they spiral out of control. Mxy's rumous of harassing jgy are not nonsensical lies, they were close, but it's not the truth either. They become even more powerful after mxy leaves the Jin, because people need to blame something/someone for something happening, and at this point jgy's rep is good enough, so mxy's is the one to suffer.

[the-undeadwriter]

The fans yearn for part 2 PLEASE😞

THE FANS YEARN NO LONGER

Warnings: angst, I have no idea how bands or instruments work, reader is gn and eighteen, implied underage drinking (not the reader), smoking, dissociation…

Wordcount: 2564!!

Chapter 1 | Masterlist

Too Much? Not Enough.

The first thing you realised about starting a band was that deciding on one specific genre was incredibly difficult. The second thing you realised was that you would need to hide your face whenever you preformed.

You were a Wayne— if it got out that you were in a band there would be many eyes on you and your friends, and just as much criticism. You wanted the band and music you all created to be known and judged because it was good, not because of who your father is.

That doesn’t mean you weren’t going to exploit your heritage— nepotism is a very small benefit to gain from years of neglect, but it’s one you’ll use to your advantage.

So, for the past two years, you’ve worn a mask every time you’ve preformed live, or otherwise obscured your face whenever recording footage for promotional material or music videos.

Danny was always careful to keep your identity hidden when discussing potential shots with photographers and cameramen— and Felix was always there to help silence the owners of the small venues you preformed in— if the money you threw at them wasn’t enough.

All of your band mates— your friends— were fiercely protective of your identity, and you can’t help but be thankful that you’re all still relatively underground because Kris would definitely get you all canceled somehow for arguing with a fan.

“Yo— you alright?”

You tilt your head all the way back, looking at Amara’s upside down face with a quiet hum. “Oh, yeah. Just thinking,” You look back, kicking your legs back against the raised stage, pulling one of your feet up onto the ledge to rest your head.

Your eyes scan over the currently empty venue— empty of customers, at least. The Swan, a bar in downtown Gotham, was filled with the joyful energy of the employees and your friends, giddy with the news Danny had just shared.

“A music producer? Like,” Blair’s hands wave about the space excitedly, hand catching on their Brothers shoulder and shaking him as they freak out. “An actual music producer?? From an actual record label??”

Danny sighs, brushing his dark hair back out of his face. He’d let it grow out over the last two years, too busy to book a haircut. He holds his phone out to Blair, showcasing the message he’d received. “That’s what Pearl said— you know she wouldn’t lie about this.”

Pearl— Danny’s girlfriend, if you remembered correctly. Decently new relationship, but he’d apparently known her since he was thirteen. He trusted her, so you did too. Still hadn’t met her yet though..

Felix leans down, hand wrapping around Danny’s wrist as he pulls the phone closers, blue light catching off his glasses. He hums, nodding slightly. “Anya Layes— I’ve heard of her. She’s legit.” He murmurs plainly, stepping away to bring more equipment to the stage.

One of the employees— a small blonde woman with striking blue eyes laughed with a delighted tone in her voice, eyes following Felix’s retreating form. “He’s certainly knowledgeable— how exciting! A real producer, scouting out a band at our establishment? How fun!”

Blair squints at her, crossing their arms and huffing quietly. You scowl, rolling your eyes at the obvious want. You usually weren’t one to judge, but—

“Jealous is a good look on you.”

You look over to your right, meeting Kris’s heavy gaze. They stare at you with an emotion you can’t quiet name, a small smirk on their face. Their hands skim over their bass, absently tuning it again— for the umpteenth time since they got up on stage.

You chuckle, rolling your eyes as you push off the stage and stand, stretching your arms above your head with a contented sigh. “Yeah? You like it?” You tease, brushing off the implications with an easy grin.

You’ve been dodging the tabloids various dating rumour scandals since you were thirteen, your friends half-assed comments were nothing.

Kris huffs, rolling their shoulders and plucking a few strings in a specific, repeated order. You listen to the practiced melody for a moment before stepping away, rooting through the bag your “civilian” clothes were kept until after the show. You pull out the black mask you always wore, pulling the fabric over your nose.

Thank the stars for dramatic makeup and contacts, they kept you from wearing a balaclava or something equally as stifling.

You pull the hood of your dark hoodie over your head, stepping up onto the stage with a quiet groan. Amara and Kris were already in place, adjusting their equipment. Really, the only things left to do were sound-checks, warmups and—

“Hey, Blair?” You call back, pulling the strap of your guitar over your head. “We planning on recording this gig or..?” You bend down and pull the guitar jack close and plugging it into the base of the guitar.

Blair climbs up onto the stage, fidgeting with the mesh of their shirt. “I think Felix is planning on recording some of the songs,” they hum, adjusting the microphone stand to the correct height with practiced ease. “I don’t—“

“We’re gonna record the show in full and release snippets online, like usual.” Felix startles the both of you, setting a box of cables and speakers down onto the stage with a loud crash. He pulls out a few cables and tosses them to you, letting you fidget with the amps.

Blair hums, poking the box gently with their foot. “Swear the amount of cables in there doubles each time I see it.” They pout, leaning down to root through the cables and pulling them out at random.

“You’re just bad at cable management.” Felix scolds, slapping their hands way with a huff. He pulls out the bundle of cables and moves towards the speakers, fiddling with the tangled wires.

“Hey— are we sure about this setlist? Like,” Amara, scrolls through her phone— the list of songs Blair had decided on staring back at her. He holds her phone out, stopping on one song in particular. “This is a nice bar, in a decent area. Are we sure that—?”

“You think my angst songs about neglect are too edgy for these people?” You finish, turning your head towards her with a small grin. She nods slightly and you laugh, shaking your head. “Nah, they’ll all be too busy dancing to listen to the lyrics.”

“And!” Blair cuts in, springing up from their crouch with a delighted giggle, like the entire situation was hilarious. “So many of these rich bigwigs are filled with familial rage— there’s no room for love in the business world!” They explain plainly, causing you and Kris to wince.

They’re right, but… ough, ouch…

Danny pipes up from the floor, catching everyone’s attention. “This is great and all, but,” He holds up his tablet and taps on the schedule he made. “We’ve got ten minutes to get through a sound check and start letting people in, so let’s get a move on!”

Blair coos out something awfully endearing, hands wrapping around the body of their microphone as music begins to blare out of the speakers. Their voice is almost swallowed by the sound as they screech—

“Let’s do this!!”

Blair’s singing echos through your head as you shred on your guitar, breath puffing against the inside of your mask. The crowds screaming, people pressing against the meager barricades as they jump to the music and slur barely legible lyrics.

Blair was right, everybody was too drunk to care about the lyrics.

You strum the final notes to the song as Blair’s voice wavers— overcome with the emotions of the crowd. They slump as the song finishes, lights flashing dramatically. The crowd cheers, voices rising in a joyous chorus.

Your entire body shakes as Blair rises, holding the microphone closer to their mouth, addressing the crowd for the first time in two hours. “Thank you all for your time! We’re Deadshot, thank you and goodnight!”

Your breath catches in your throat as the blinding lights directed at the stage go dark, allowing your body to untense and go slack, hands falling limp to your sides. You pull the guitar over your head, depositing it into its temporary stand before making your way off stage.

You all make your way into the Employee area, being greeted by Danny and Felix. Felix hands you all bottled waters while Danny congratulates you all for the show. “That was great guys! That producer really likes your sound— she gave me her card!!”

Danny holds out the laminated card excitedly, eyes lighting up with a genuine enthusiasm that you rarely saw on the morose teenager. Felix nods, resting his hand on Danny’s shoulder. “You’re all free to get drinks— celebrate. We’ll be packing up at twelve, then I’m bringing all of you home.”

Blair whoops, arm slinging around Amara’s shoulder. They tug her out of the break room— back towards the roaring crowd in the bars main room. Felix follows his younger sibling out into the fray— likely to monitor their drinking. You’re all underage except for him, after all.

Kris sighs and flops down onto the couch, shutting their eyes with a hum. Danny sits down beside them, tapping away at their tablet— likely uploading the recorded songs from tonight.

You linger in the break room for a moment before tugging your bag of clothes closer, digging through the fabrics until you find a small box and a lighter. You stand, shoving the box into your pockets.

You stand up and head for the employee door, waving back to Kris and Danny. “Going for a smoke, back in a sec.” You shut the door behind you, taking a deep breath. The cool air burns your lungs, and you move to pull a cigarette from the box and fill your lungs with smoke instead.

“You shouldn’t smoke, y’know.”

You tilt your head down the alley, suddenly very thankful to have kept your mask on.

The Nightwing steps out of the shadows, the white eyes of his mask staring into your soul. You resist the urge to flinch, rolling your eyes instead. “You gonna stop me?” You grunt, making your voice deeper subconsciously. You don’t know how well Dick remembered your voice, but you’d rather not get caught now.

You don’t remember when you learnt that your family were also the group of vigilantes “saving” the city night after night. You think, after years of ignoring your presence, they stoped trying to hide their nighttime activities in the manor when there was no guests over.

Jason dying when the second Robin died was certainly a hint.

Not the time.

Nightwing laughs, stepping closer with graceful ease, hands settling onto his hips. “Nah, just thought I’d warn ya.” He stops beside you, smiling at you warmly. A warmth he usually lacked, seeing you. “You seem like you could use some company,”

You huff, rolling your eyes. “My friends are all behind this door, I think I’m alright.” You gesture towards the employee door, pointedly ignoring Nightwing’s intrigued hum.

“Oh?” He hums, examine the peeling writing on the door carefully. “What happened then? Something exciting?” He turns his attention to you, white eyes peering at you with renewed interest.

You stay silent for a moment, truly debating how much you’re willing to share with your estranged older brother— an estranged older brother who isn’t aware of who you are, or that you know who he is. You fold after a moment, fidgeting with the cigarette in your hand. “We just played the biggest show of our career. We might get signed onto a record label.”

Nightwing laughs delightedly, and you are reminded of Blair so suddenly you almost gasp, as he leans back onto the balls of his feet. “Oh, sounds fun!” He leans forward, onto the pads of his feet, closer to you. “What’s your bands name?”

You tenses for a moment, a quick “why” leaving your lips faster than you can process. Nightwing leans back agains, hands coming up to— to what, placate you? “Judging from your outfit— and the sounds coming out of this bar— my brother would really like your style.”

Brother? Which brother, you have three- four? Has Duke been adopted yet?

The name falls from your throat before you can stop it. “Deathshot.” You clear your throat, stepping away from Nightwing. “We’re called Deathshot.”

Nightwing nods— opens his mouth to speak— but sound cackles from his earpiece and he still very suddenly, body tensing. He sighs and steps away, hand going to the grapple gun on his belt. He runs past you, calling out as the wire shoots into the night air, “Thanks!”

…and then he’s gone.

You slump against the wall of the alley, breath escaping in a rush of air. You pull down the sweat-slick fabric of your mask, taking deep, gulping breaths of air. You fumble with the lighter in your hand, pulling the cigarette up to your lips and lighting it up quickly.

You take a drag, smoke escaping your lips in a deep sigh.

Shit. You don’t know when’s the last time you spoke to him one on one like that.

The door creaks open beside you, causing your head to snap towards the door with wide eyes, seeing—

“[Name]?”

Blair.

“[Name], you’ve been out here for ages,” they murmur, pulling the cigarette from between your lips and putting it out against the wall. They speak quietly to you , pulling you inside carefully.

You don’t say anything. You don’t need to. Blair’s seen you like this before, they know what’s happened.

Kris questions what’s wrong when you both step into the break room, but Blair just pushes you down onto the couch beside the both of them. Danny doesn’t say anything, just settles against your side like it’s second nature. Kris grabs your hand and rubs their thumbs across your knuckles.

Blair steps back, grabbing their phone from their pocket and making a call.

You sit there, taking deep breaths until Amara and Felix step into the break room, hands full of bags— your equipment, most likely.

You all piled into Felix’s car, gear and equipment stuffed into the back.

He drops you off at the manor, handing you your bag and guitar case, wrapping you in a quick hug before speeding off into the night.

You sneak back into the manor through the back, making your way into the desolate part of the manor where you reside. You shove your guitar under your bed, out of sight out of mind.

You’d strip out of your costume, dumping it onto the floor with disregard. You stumble into the bathroom, turning the shower on and dousing yourself with cold water.

You sit under the spray for a few minutes, sweat and makeup pooling in the showers floor before being swept into the drain. Eventually, you shut the water off and step out into the cool air, grabbing a towel and drying off quickly.

Your hairs still damp as you step into your room again, opening your bag of clothes and pulling them out and shoving them back into your closet. You gather the relents of your costume and shove it into the bag, before that too is discarded under the bed.

You pull your pyjamas on and crawl under your blankets, falling into a dreamless sleep.

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[fieryvirgin]

P.O.V - O despertar dos poderes

O cisne é considerando em muitas tradições o símbolo da mulher e da virgem dos céus que em contacto com a terra e com a água dá origem aos seres humanos. O cisne branco é um símbolo de elegância, prudência, coragem, luz e pureza, encontra sua dualidade no cisne negro que representa o oculto, misterioso, inesperado, os desejos secretos e o fascínio pelo proibido. O cisne representa o primeiro desejo, que é o desejo sexual, e o seu canto representa as juras de amor dos amantes e a morte amorosa. O cisne morre cantando e canta morrendo. É um símbolo de fidelidade eterna. A transformação em um cisne branco ecoa a alma de Yekaterina em tudo que ela está fadada a representar, seu papel no mundo e sua missão divina, mas também o conflito com sua deusa. Imagem perfeita e imaculada do cisne branco é rompida, quando ao analisar mais de perto é possível ver algumas penas negras na parte inferior de seu corpo, ainda que as brancas pareçam a sobrepor. 

TW: O texto abaixo contém linguagem sexual e voyeurismo

Estava em uma caminhada serena pela natureza, gostava de Sycamore Park por que tudo era tão verde e vívido, de certa forma a lembrava das belas paisagens de Colmain mais próximo as florestas do ducado. Certamente, era muito mais verde que o marquesado onde tudo parecia resplandecer em tons claros e mais neutros, o branco sendo que  mais se sobressaia especialmente nos diversos templos da região. Depois das transformações dos colegas que vieram tão do nada e a deixaram terrivelmente assustada, andar ao ar livre longe de tudo e todos era justamente o que ela precisava. O ar frio era fresco, ainda havia resquicios da neve que derretia tirando o branco da bela paisagem, a retornando ao que sempre havia sido e como deveria permanecer em sua glória eterna e primaveril. Fiyero anda menos brilhante do que o costume depois do sumiço da pira, mas isso não o tornava menos agitado, especialmente quando estavam tão longe de qualquer fonte de fogo que o acalentasse de alguma maneira. Mas do jeito que as coisas estavam temeu que se levasse uma pequena pira ou tocha consigo, geraria algum tipo de incêndio incontrolável e por isso era melhor que seu seon se acostumasse com a ideia de ficar longe do fogo por algumas horas. 

Tudo parecia calmo e tudo que ela ouvia eram os sons da natureza a sua volta, os pequenos animais que haviam por ali seguindo com sua vida sem ter noção alguma do caos que os khajols e changelings enfrentavam, como a ignorância poderia ser uma benção? Isso até que o conhecimento se fizesse presente e estilhassasse tudo que acreditava ser real. Quando saiu dos devaneios mais obscuros se viu fora da trilha que costumeiramente fazia, não sabia muito bem dizer onde estava e não lembra por onde tinha vindo. Ótimo, anos fazendo apenas o mesmo caminho lhe renderam ficar perdida por nunca ter se arriscado pelo local. Tentou não entrar em pânico, talvez pudesse encontrar alguém pelo caminho que lhe auxiliasse no caminho e de volta, se tivesse sorte não daria de cara com algum changeling. Quando ouviu um som não muito distante e que se destoava do som dos animais, suspirou em alegria e rumou imediatamente para a direção do som. Contudo, quando se aproximou o suficiente percebeu que o som que ela julgou ser de dor inicialmente estava bem longe disso. O correto seria dar as costas uma vez que avistou o casal contra uma das árvores, mas simplesmente não conseguia desviar o olhar e aproveitando que não havia chamado a atenção se posicionou atrás de uma árvore ainda os observando. 

Não queria ser uma pervertida, mas era curiosa e havia um limite até o que havia feito quando se trava de intimidade, até ser completamente barrada por Vesta. Talvez com a conexão mais fraca pelo sumiço da pira, os castigos da deusa demorariam mais a chegar e ela poderia observar apenas um pouco antes de tentar achamar o caminho de volta para Hexwood. E bem, para ela era bem chocante ver um casal que envolvia uma khajol e um changeling, era quase uma blasfêmia aos seus olhos e mesmo assim não conseguia desviar o olhar por um segundo sequer. Observando como os beijos dele pareciam descer demoradamente do pescoço alheio até o colo ainda coberto pelo vestido, mas a um passo de se desfazer por completo. Levou uma mão para cobrir a própria boca, quando o viu subir a saia do vestido alheio e quando pareceu a penetrar, ao menos era isso que imaginava que tinha sido feito dado o gemido feminino que ouviu, o uso as roupas e a distância prejudicavam a visão da Orlova. Já começava a sentir o calor correr pelo próprio corpo, conforme a mente tentava relembrar como era ser tocada daquela forma, como poderia ser sentir alguém daquele modo… Haviam tantos questionamentos em sua mente, mas o corpo esquentando era um sinal do castigo de Vesta caso seguisse ali, mas queria ficar apenas mais um pouquinho…

Foi o que pensou até ouvir um galho se partindo não muito longe de onde ela estava, teve de abafar um gritinho assustado contra a própria mão e antes que conseguisse se virar para ver se tinha sido pega no flagra sentiu o corpo queimar como nunca antes ao ponto de lhe trazer lágrimas aos olhos. Havia algo diferente daquela vez e de todo o resto, sentia uma dor descomunal no corpo e subitamente veio a sensação de estar se afogando, tirou a mão da boca e tentou falar algo, mas nenhum saiu de seus lábios… No lugar disso cuspiu uma pena branca e uma pena negra. Por Vesta, estava acontecendo com ela também e no pior momento possível. Já não sabia mais se havia mais alguém ali ou se o casal havia se dado conta da presença dela, apenas sentiu que estava encolhendo e o mudando mudando a sua volta, no mais puro pânico se viu correndo em alta velocidade e alçando voo para longe dali. Não entendia bem como voar, mas parecia vir como um instinto natural da nova forma e naquele momento tudo que sabia é que precisava de água, a doce e gelada água de um lago. 

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[prxttybxybxstxrd]

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"I mean, I am pretty big, but I don't think i'm Minotaur big... Definitely bigger than Orcs though. But hey, free publicity~"

[dominiodebola]

EXCLUSIVO: Murilo Souza perto do regresso a Portugal

O DOMINIODEBOLA está em condições de avançar que Murilo Souza está muito perto de regressar a Portugal. O Atleta que em Portugal brilhou ao serviço do Gil Vicente despertou o interesse do Santa Clara. Terminada a ligação ao Gil Vicente o avançado rumou ao Japão onde esteve nas últimas duas temporadas ao serviço do Kyoto Sanga. O interesse do Santa Clara é real e caso se confirme a…

[the-hindu-times]

STEREOPHONIC - Duke Of York's Theatre - 12/6/25

Stereophonic was an immersive studio experience, in the sense that it put the audience through the lengthy and painful process of what recording a 'make it' or 'break it' album would have been like for a mixed-gender group on the cusp of stardom in the '70s. They brought us on the repetitive and uneventful journey that was typical for the time; as we too felt that same boredom and frustration they had to go through to cut their new record.

There has been a trend of films with no real story line over the last decade; they just start and end, focussing on the mundane side of life - and this play mirrored them. In the absence of any memorable songs and the nostalgic element of being about a real, relateable band, there were a few recognisable borrowed truths; the amount of days it took to test the snare drum for the right sound, which supposedly happened during the sessions for Bruce Springsteen's 'Born in the U.S.A.'; or the breakup of marriages within the group, which everyone identified as a nod to when Fleetwood Mac were demoing their 'Rumous' LP. 

It was almost impossible not to spot the modern day influence that ran throughout, with the compelling comparison to the covid lockdown; trapped in their own bubble for what they understood was supposed to be for a shorter time to what it eventually became - quite the novelty at first before becoming more enduring and loosing their minds, all the while believing they were doing the right thing for others on the outside world (their fans, in this case [as apposed to the elderly and vulnerable]), whilst their own lives crumbled.

Of course, being tough their own loved ones to make sure they were doing what was necessary would eventually lead to their own breakdowns of relationships and mental health.

The band leader was trying to get the best vocal performances out of his partner; making her more and more unhappy over time with his demands.

But the reward would be the happiness of their audience.

But were tonight's audience happy?

The standing ovation would suggest so, even if tinged with a dash of relief - similar to where the laughs came from for the humorous comedic moments, which periodically helped to briefly lighten the load.

A play that evolves in your mind, which can be appreciated a lot more a few days after leaving the theatre, and looked back on with fondness.

Nic Bennett

[nncosta]

Comitiva das águias já viajou para San Sebastian

O plantel do Benfica rumou esta manhã com destino a San Sebastián, no País Basco, Espanha, para realizar esta quarta-feira a 4.ª jornada do Grupo D da fase de grupos da Liga dos Campeões perante a Real Sociedad, tendo chegado logo pela manhã ao Aeroporto Humberto Delgado, em Lisboa, para seguir num voo charter rumo a Vitoria-Gasteiz. A comitiva benfiquista chegou ao aeroporto pelas 9:45,…

[personification-of-darkness]

she also has little "spikes" on her tongue, at rest they kind of slot into the space in between her teeth. they have a bit of give can be squeezed between two fingers but doing so does hurt a bit.

she also has microscopic spines on her hair due to being an urchin and if you run your hand up through her hair they give tiny cuts. much finer than paper cuts so you dont realize its happening and then if you touch something like sanitization gel itll sting real bad.

if you run your hand down through her hair they wont effect you due to them all being pointed down so shes nervous about that sort of thing happening and keeps it shorter as a result. that and the nasty rumous around peopke like her due to her kind being somewhat rare

velvet has a terrible terrible phobia of being eaten. cant have someone rest their head on her depending on the angle cause thatll set it off. closest she can tolerate is if you press your cheek against hers and thats her version of a kiss. doing that anywhere else is too much though.

[sakurajjam]

PLOTS ENVOLVENDO REALEZA! PARTE UM.

muse a é o príncipe herdeiro e está na idade de casar, o que já está o deixando com os cabelos brancos, porque seus pais vivem mostrando fotos de princesas e falando "boas características"; mas ele não quer se casar sem amor, é uma pessoa romântica e que acredita que para se casar ou firmar qualquer coisa, precisa conhecer e passar tempo de qualidade juntos. muse b também pensa da mesma forma, mas o que ela pode fazer, é apenas a princesa do reino vizinho e quase a última da linha de sucessão, ninguém quer escutar suas ideias. os pais de muse a querem que ele conheça as melhores princesas e realizam um baile, o evento que muda a vida do príncipe e da princesa, porque o amor à primeira vista, que acreditavam ser coisa de livros, acabou sendo real e tal qual cinderela, eles dançam a noite toda e trocam sorriso, só não temos um sapato perdido. eles se apaixonam, mas não tem coragem de revelar aos pais e começam um namoro escondido, só que os casamentos arranjados batem na porta e o medo surge, porque não sabem se o amor deles vai ser aceito. encontros secretos, cartas de amor, sorrisos cúmplices em eventos da realeza até tomarem coragem.

a primeira na linha de sucessão é muse a, futura rainha que não quer governar com ninguém do lado. mas os mais velhos não aceitam isso, onde já se viu uma monarca sem um companheiro, isso era inaceitável! todos os pretendentes saíam correndo já que a princesa fazia de tudo para os afastar, tanto que nenhum reino queria mandar seus príncipes para tentar uma aliança matrimonial já que a futura rainha era categorizada como assustadora. mas muse b estava determinado, ignorou as palavras do pai e rumou ao reino, ele ia conquistar o coração da princesa, nem que fosse a última coisa que fizesse. muse a nunca pensou que alguém aguentaria suas "brincadeiras" por tanto tempo, mas muse b estava se mostrando muito persistente e isso chamou sua atenção. o amor estava nascendo de forma lenta, mas da forma mais pura, quando um conquista o outro por persistência e demonstração de carinho.

o país de muse a sempre teve ótimas condições de vida, o rei nunca deixou que nada faltasse para seu povo e acabou contraindo altas dívidas, que foram encobertas com empréstimos dos países parceiros até que o rei não tinha para onde correr e acabou jogando sua filha e futura rainha, muse a, para um casamento arranjado com muse b, o príncipe problemático do país ao lado. todos sabem que ele tentou um golpe para tirar a irmã mais velha da linha de sucessão, porque é ambicioso; muse a não quer casar com ele, sempre desejou a liberdade para ser o que bem entendesse, não queria o trono e tinha planos de deixar para o irmão mais novo, só que ver seu povo com dificuldades não é uma opção, então acabou aceitando seu destino. já muse b não quer casar com uma desconhecida, muito menos, ser rei de um lugar falido e agora, os dois tem que aprender a conviver e salvar o país juntos, ao menos, até que tudo esteja estabelecido e um deles pedir o divórcio, quem sabe.

as leis são claras: príncipe casa com princesa, eles tem filhos e pronto, a chamada ordem natural. mas muse a e muse b não ligam para essa ordem, eles cresceram juntos e foi inevitável não criarem sentimentos um pelo outro. acreditaram ser uma confusão, mas um beijo as escondidas mostrou o contrário, o calor do momento que causou tudo aquilo, toda aquela adrenalina, mas o problema chegou com a maioridade de ambos já que muse a vai ser o rei e tudo indica que a irmã de muse b está cotada para ser a futura rainha... o jovem casal está sem saída, tamanha tristeza na vida de ambos os príncipes, mas que conseguem encontrar felicidade na presença um do outro entre beijos e tudo mais.

muse a e npc são apaixonados desde pequenos, todos falavam que quando crescessem iam casar e teriam lindos filhos; uma leve pressão dos pais dos mesmos por desejarem juntar ambos os reinos. mas o futuro tinha outros planos, começando por uma aliança muito mais forte com outro país e que acabou quebrando a aliança antiga que estavam formando e junto dela, o sonho do jovem casal em se casarem. não tinha nada a ser feito e muse a só podia esquecer aquele amor ou não, porque para que a aliança com seu país não ficasse estremecida, os pais de npc decidiram casar muse b, o filho mais novo, com o outro príncipe assim ninguém sairia perdendo. muse b está bem alheio com a história, porque já sentiu alguma coisa pelo, até então, namorado de sua irmã mais velha, só que acreditava ser coisa de sua cabeça, mas agora, estava prestes a se casar com o outro príncipe. que o destino ajude esse casal.

[baccarin]

Se lembrava de cada uma das ameaças coléricas que escutara minutos atrás como se ainda estivessem ecoando em sua mente, ainda que a proximidade com o outro ajudasse a calar os ruídos. Talvez fosse um poder divino ou algo assim. "Prazer, Gabriel." sentiu o peito vacilar contra a pele, aquele era o momento onde ela começara a se perguntar se também haveria de dizer seu nome, o real. Se enrijeceu com o pequeno vislumbre do que anjos poderiam fazer com ela, e temeu que sua falta de medo naquele contexto fosse um lapso de insanidade, mas queria mais. Queria toca-lo mais do que já estava tocando, queria ouvi-lo, queria senti-lo, como uma força que a carregava de volta para a correnteza. "Kaya." hesitou em falar, pensou em mentir, realmente pensou em falar qualquer coisa que não fosse a verdade, mas seu nome saiu de sua boca antes que ela se concentrasse em omiti-lo. Assim se sentou perto da mesa de centro quando sentiu seus olhos se encontrarem mais de perto.

"Fica... ao menos essa noite, já está tarde." pediu com a voz cautelosa, mas suave, podia apostar que o suspiro que saía de sua boca atingira sua pele pela forma que se retesara. Sabia que ele queria ficar. Aprendera desde cedo a ler e analisar comportamentos alheios para usar com o seu bel prazer, era o que fazia, ainda que sua leitura estivesse turva naquele momento. Era o feitiço ou o desejo partia dele? até onde poderia manipular os sentidos de um anjo? até onde seu conhecimento alcançava era uma dosagem mínima, mas os olhares do outro lhe diziam o contrário. Se percebera alheia a si mesma quando fora atingida com a próxima frase, que a fez soltar um risinho abafado pelo nariz. Era culpa dela, ainda que não em totalidade, ainda que tivesse saído do controle, fora ela quem decidira começar. "É com aquilo que eu pago isso aqui." apontou para o lugar, os dedos girando apontando para o cereal em cima da pia, a garrafa de suco de laranja na mesa de centro, o café ruminando na cafeteira.

Então ele iria mesmo ficar? eram o que suas palavras denotavam quando ela foi tirada do fluxo de pensamentos pelo toque em sua pele. "Estou bem." Doía, é claro, seu corpo clamava por cuidados, mas a feérica ignorou aquilo ainda com o dorso estremecido, não tentara fugir do toque, ao contrário, queria sentir mais, rumou suas mãos para segura-lo no rosto e faze-lo erguer seus olhos na direção dela mais uma vez, o caminho da barba até a bochecha, dedilhando ali com calma. "Você não se machucou?" perguntou face a face. As íris analisando cada parte da figura, com a calma de quem tinha todo o tempo do mundo, ainda que tivessem apenas uma noite. Queria beija-lo. Pensou em quanto queria quando seu corpo se retesou para frente e suas mãos ficaram trêmulas pelo calor, apesar do gelo. Sabia que ele se esqueceria de tudo na manhã seguinte, se fosse de fato o encantamento, o que era um tanto surpreendente para os seus saberes, Kaya não seria sequer uma memória no fundo de sua mente quando ele acordasse. Com a constatação, e não vendo motivos para não aproveitar, ela o beijou.

Gabriel seguia atrás dela, os passos leves e ritmados contrastando com a firmeza que exalava. A mão dela na sua parecia uma âncora, um toque simples, mas carregado de uma sensação que ele não sabia nomear. Ao cruzarem a porta do apartamento, o ambiente mudou. Era um espaço pequeno, mas acolhedor, com um cheiro suave. Gabriel hesitou ao entrar, sentindo um pequeno lapso em seu encantamento. Uma voz interior gritava para que ele mantivesse a distância, que observasse com cautela. Mas logo o feitiço abafou essas dúvidas, e ele permaneceu. A pergunta dela o fez erguer os olhos, mas não respondeu imediatamente. Os dedos dela roçando sua face deixaram uma trilha quente, um toque que ele não deveria sentir, mas que parecia queimar em sua pele como uma marca. Ele tentou formular uma resposta, mas sua mente parecia enredada, dividida entre a voz que dizia para ir embora e o instinto incontrolável de permanecer ao lado dela. "Sou Gabriel," respondeu finalmente, a voz grave, mas baixa, quase como se fosse um segredo.

Quando ela se afastou para tirar os sapatos e foi em direção à cozinha, ele permaneceu onde estava, observando. O apartamento estava tranquilo, mas o silêncio não trazia a serenidade habitual que ele associava a lugares assim. Havia algo carregado no ar, algo que o fazia sentir a gravidade das coisas de uma forma que ele raramente experimentava. Quando ela voltou, aproximando-se do sofá com o saco de gelo, Gabriel deu um passo à frente, parando próximo a ela. O calor do corpo dela parecia intensificado, ainda mais quando o gelo em sua mão contrastava com o toque. Ele deveria perguntar sobre os ferimentos, oferecer ajuda, mas não conseguiu desviar o olhar quando ela se livrou das roupas. Foi nesse momento que algo estranho o percorreu. Não era apenas surpresa ou desconforto. Era algo mais profundo, uma sensação visceral que ele reconhecia de seus anos vivendo entre humanos, mas que nunca havia sentido tão intensamente. Seu corpo reagia antes de sua mente compreender, e ele virou o rosto por um breve momento, como se tentasse recobrar o controle.

"Eu não deveria estar aqui," ele murmurou para si mesmo, mas a voz saiu quase audível. Quando ela falou novamente, mencionando o bar e o caos, Gabriel ergueu o olhar mais uma vez. A camisa que agora cobria seu corpo fazia pouco para esconder a presença dela, e ele sentiu uma pontada de algo entre fascínio e culpa. "Você não deveria se desculpar," disse finalmente, a voz ainda carregada de gravidade. "Foi... algo além do seu controle. E mesmo que não fosse, estou aqui agora." Ele se aproximou, tomando o gelo de suas mãos com um movimento que era quase mecânico, mas seus dedos tocaram os dela por mais tempo do que o necessário. Um eco da sensação que o encantamento amplificava. Gabriel percebeu que o silêncio agora era pesado, carregado de algo que ele não conseguia definir, mas que o atraía e assustava ao mesmo tempo. "Você está bem?" perguntou, finalmente rompendo o silêncio, mas sua voz parecia um pouco distante, como se ele não estivesse falando apenas para ela, mas também para si mesmo.

[dominiodebola]

OFICIAL: Lateral Apontado ao FC Porto Rumou a Itália

O Bolonha anunciou oficialmente a contratação de Juan Miranda, lateral-esquerdo de 24 anos, que estava livre após o término do seu contrato com o Real Bétis no final de junho. O jogador, que chegou a ser associado ao FC Porto, optou por se juntar à equipa italiana que se destacou na Serie A 2023/24 e está qualificada para a Liga dos Campeões. Miranda chega ao Bolonha a custo zero, reforçando uma…

[latin-dr-robotnik]

Revisiting Sonic: Rose (or Sonic Unlimited): A first look into a potential timeline of events

Introduction 

I’ve already talked about this particular Sonic leak in a previous ask, but the one thing I was lacking was a solid timeline of events. This is mainly due to me being on vacation when this whole thing blew up, so I couldn’t keep track of all the dates. Today I want to set up a basic and potentially incomplete timeline of events, and the reason behind this post is that I’ve seen people suggesting this whole “leak” was already making its rounds on the internet as far back as of 9 months ago. There’s a massive problem with this though, and that’s the fact we don’t have any solid proof as to how and when did this leak start circulating.

A first look at a potential timeline of events

Since we’re waiting on actual proof to come out about Sonic: Rose being a thing around May 2020, I’ve decided to go in the opposite direction, trying to archive the three main leaks that caused this whole spike of interest since last month. Here’s what I got (with a Spanish summary of this over at my Twitter):

January 18th, 2021: a 4chan thread goes live, titled “Sonic 2021 Game Details” with an image attached, going over this new Sonic game in detail. Codename “Sonic: Rose” (link to Thread 1, archived) is set to feature a new cast of voice actors and new writers linked to the upcoming Netflix Sonic series. OP also debunks the latest Sonic Rift rumous. Around six hours later, another thread goes live, asking where is this original thread, wondering why was it deleted (I named it “Thread 1.5″). That very same day, subreddit r/GamingLeaksAndRumours picked up the supposed leak (that’s “Post 1″).

January 19th, 2021: another 4chan thread goes live (”Thread 2″), following up the previous leak with new information. The game’s supposed official name is “Sonic Unlimited” and it goes again into detail about the game, SEGA’s intentions of revamping the franchise with this game and some already-known information regarding the Netflix series (note: the official unveil of “Sonic Prime” didn’t take place until February 1st, this “already known” information refers to the December 2020 Netflix tweet that was deleted shortly after going live.) This is quickly followed up by the same subreddit picking up the news again (”Post 2″).

January 28th, 2021: Roger Craig Smith confirms he won’t be voicing Sonic the Hedgehog anymore. In the following days, more game cast members would also announce their departure from the series.

January 29th, 2021: people find out Ken Pontac seems to be done writing for the Sonic franchise, a change of writers is likely to happen.

February 1st, 2021: when asked about it on Twitter, Sonic Prime writer Justin Peniston said he couldn’t talk about any further involvement with the Sonic franchise besides the Netflix series. (Note: this was a staged question by my Discord community.)

February 2nd, 2021: by this point both Colleen O’Shaughnessey (Tails, Charmy Bee) and Cindy Robinson (Amy Rose) both confirmed they won’t reprise their roles in the Sonic franchise. A new “purge” of Sonic VAs is effectively in place.

February 3rd, 2021: the third 4chan thread goes live (”Thread 3″), once again talking about the game, a previously mentioned new female villain, the once April fools joke “Tribot” also making a debut, the overall vibe of this new “entry point to the series” and teasing something regarding Super forms. The Gaming Leaks and Rumours subreddit once again picks up the story (”Post 3″).

About the possibility of Sonic: Rose existing sometime prior to January 2021

As of now we’re still waiting on any solid proof (links, screenshots, anything) that may confirm the leak was going around the internet prior to the January 18th 2021 date. Random comments online mentioned recalling some of the stuff said, saying this leak was already about 9 months old, but I’m yet to see anything substantial coming out of it. I cannot stress enough just how important is to get any solid proof, because the chances of a fake leak predicting new writers, new voice cast and even the names of the companies involved in the Sonic Netflix series a whole year in advance would be incredibly huge, like, Larry spoiling “Sonic Wars” levels of huge. But, like I said already, for now we have to stick to January 18th as our starting date.

Conclusion

This isn’t a post aimed at debunking the claims of people that think they’ve heard about this whole “Sonic: Rose” thing before. I am actively trying to track down any trails that could lead me to a 9 month old forgotten post, tweet or anything mentioning at least a part of this tweet. Working on this timeline helps to see just how many things have happened in the past month alone, but that doesn’t mean it’s the real thing going on behind the scenes. Until we get an official SEGA announcement, this supposed leaks are just rumors spread on a platform known for having any kind of fake fan-made “leaks” and “rumors”. Yet, I feel a special need to keep this all tightly packed and in order, just in case.

Credits

This is a product of several weeks of intense discussions over at my Spanish Discord server. I can’t thank all my friends and members of that group for their passion and dedication to get to the bottom of this, or to just simply keep an eye out for any new developments as we get closer to the official announcements. Even if I should give myself some credit for sticking with the archives and setting up the place for the discussions to happen in the first place, I can’t thank all of them enough for sticking through this process. Much love <3

[sillysnack]

JAJDKAJWJAJS EXACTLYYYYY

when i first typed out the dialogue from random classmate i wanted the guy to not be sure if satouri are fighting then im like "Hey. its high school.. let the rumous fly..."

mikoto's the only person chiyo tells the rumour to and shes like "oh babe you've got the story so so wrong. (affectionate)"

hehe. real.. so real

i like to think as much of a gossipy bitch chiyo is, ask or tell her something about someone in PK her mind will go blank. zero thoughts in that brain of hers.

"hey did you hear about satou hiroshi"

chiyo "uhm.....yes.....?????" <- zero clue who satou is. <- probably classmates in their first year (i'll let you in on a secret: i hc them as pretty good friends but for the bit, i'll discard that hc here)

"the guy from 2-2"

chiyo "Oh....okay......." <- still cant remember "what about him....."

"he and toritsuka are fighting over the transferee, suzumiya hii"

chiyo "NO WAY... THIS IS CRAZY. I wont forget this EVER" (forgets)

[bisluthq]

Jaime and her have issues so 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ like they used to be friends and now they’re not but that doesn’t tell us much. Tay testified in the custody thing against Jaime apparently so like that can’t have helped things. //

Why the hell Taylor testified against her?? Like is this for real or just rumous? Cause that would be shitty asf

Jaime’s a bad mom tho like she lost custody of the kid so I think Tay would’ve just told the truth and tried to get her godson into a safer place.

[entertainerzm]

10 YEARS OF ONE DIRECTION

• Imagines Songs - (01/06 -31/07)

LOVED YOU FIRST

ZAYN'S PDV

Embriagado demais para assumir o controle de minhas próprias ações, marchei pesadamente em direção a casa vizinha, ignorando – a todo o momento – o coro de vozes de meus quatro melhores amigos.

O coração em meu peito pesava o equivalente a uma tonelada de chumbo, tornando a respiração – uma ação natural – em um ato dificultoso; nem nos piores pesadelos, fui capaz de vislumbrar um cenário tão caótico, quanto o que a intensa decepção amorosa vinha me fazendo viver.

Sem importar-me com o horário – ou com o impacto causado – descarreguei toda a minha força sobre a porta de mogno vermelho, anunciando minha chegada ao local.

- Pelo amor de Deus! – A voz de S/N soou do outro lado, junto ao barulho estridente de um molho de chaves. – Só um minuto.

As batidas proferidas contra a madeira tornaram-se cada vez mais intensa, aumentando os gritos de reprovação por parte da mulher.

- Zayn?! – Um bramido surpreso escapou de sua garganta, assim que a passagem para interior da residência foi aberta. – Já é quase meia noite. O que aconteceu?

- Você aconteceu, S/N/C. – Apontei o dedo indicador em sua direção. – Posso colocar na sua conta toda a ruína em minha vida.

- Você bebeu, Malik? – Minhas palavras emboladas, somada ao forte cheiro de vodka em meu hálito, deram a ela a confirmação necessária a respeito de meu estado nada sóbrio. – Por que fez isso? A caso, se esqueceu dos efeitos ruins do álcool no organismo humano?

Destoando de dias normais, a tagarelice de S/A soava-me aos ouvidos de modo bastante incômodo, chegando a me causar desorientação.

- A quantidade de bebidas consumidas por mim não é o ponto principal desta visita. – Sem pedir licença, abri espaço entre seu corpo e o batente da porta, adentrando a propriedade. – Ele está aqui com você?

- Sobre o que exatamente estamos falando? – Seguindo meus passos, S/N rumou até o sofá centralizado na sala de estar. – Quem deveria estar aqui, Z?

- Não é óbvio? Seu namoradinho seboso. – Grunhi, irritado. – Como é mesmo o nome dele?

- O que o Shawn tem a ver com toda essa confusão? – Uma expressão confusa tomou-lhe a face. – Por que você não se senta enquanto eu vou buscar uma água?

Tomado por uma espécie de frenesi, tornei-me incapaz de frear toda a situação em andamento.

- Você precisa me ouvir, S/N. Não percebe o que está acontecendo comigo? – Não pude conter a frustração em meu tom. – Sinto-me despedaçado por vê-la ao lado dele. Mendes não é o cara certo para você.

Com as sobrancelhas arqueadas e a boca formando um pequeno “O”, S/A encarava-me como se estivesse diante de um ser de outro planeta.

- Não consigo compreender você, Zayn. – Sua delicada mão arrastava-se sobre a testa em um gesto nervoso. – O que quer dizer com isso?

- Você não consegue, ou não quer entender, S/N? – Contra ataquei nervoso, caminhando em sua direção. – Durante muito tempo, esperei o momento certo de abrir meu coração. No entanto, vejo que a data limite expirou.

- Acho melhor você ir para a casa, Malik. – Tocou-me o braço com gentileza. – Definitivamente, não está em condições de ter uma conversa decente. Você não está falando coisa com coisa.

- Posso estar bêbado, mas, não estou louco, S/N. - Afastei-me minimamente de si. – É insuportável ver você entregar seu coração a ele. Ao menos, uma vez na vida, perceba o que está a sua volta.

Notei minhas palavras pesando sobre seus ombros, no instante em que minha amiga de infância jogou-se desajeitadamente sobre o móvel acolchoado.

- Quero acreditar que estou vivendo um delírio. – Sussurrou, com a cabeça apoiada em seu punho. – Por favor! Me diga que não está tentando fazer isso, Z.

- Vai me obrigar a reprimir o que sinto, S/S? – Mordi o lábio a ponto de fazê-lo sangrar. – Por quanto tempo terei de mascarar este sentimento que queima dento de meu peito?

Como um animal enjaulado, comecei a rodar em círculos, afim de descarregar um pouco da energia que habitava meus sistemas.

- Até quando vamos seguir ignorando os fatos? – Questionei. – Não foi Shawn quem esteve ao seu lado desse o início. Foi eu. Duvido que esse cara se quer conheça todos os seus gostos e manias, mas, eu conheço, S/N. Sempre fui eu.

- Zayn, para. Por favor! – Suplicou, a mulher. – Você está dizendo coisas desconexas. Essa conversa já está se tornando tóxica para nós. Me recuso a sacrificar nossa amizade desta forma.

- Foi justamente por isso que ocultei a verdade por tanto tempo. – Agachei-me em sua frente, deixando nossos rostos minimamente próximos. – S/N, eu te amei quando tinha apenas cinco anos de idade e te amo mais ainda aos vinte e sete. Estou farto de me sobrecarregar vivendo uma mentira.

Com o olhar vidrado ao dela, fui capaz de vislumbrar o brilho confuso que despontava em suas orbes bem desenhadas.

- Está se declarando para mim, Malik? – Uma risada nervosa escapou de seus lábios. – Por Deus! Isso é mesmo real?

- Por que é tão difícil de acreditar, S/A? – Soei mais alto que o necessário. – Você se recorda de sua chegada a Inglaterra a vinte e poucos anos atrás? Seus pais eram fluentes no idioma, mas, naquela época, você não sabia uma única palavra em inglês. Lembra-se de como me esforcei para que pudéssemos ter algum tipo de comunicação? Tudo o que fiz foi porque tive certeza de que você era a menina mais incrível que já havia cruzado meu caminho, S/N.

Senti meu canal lacrimal arder pela sobrecarga das lágrimas reprimidas que clamavam por uma passagem para fora de meus globos oculares.

- Todas as noites sinto o desejo de voltar no tempo me dominar. – A dor se fazia presente em minha voz. – Me odeio todas as vezes em que penso que se eu não tivesse insistido para que você fosse naquele maldito show, você nunca teria conhecido esse cara. Minhas chances caíram por terra quando ele chegou.

- Z, essa possibilidade nunca me passou pela cabeça. – S/A saltou para fora do sofá, fazendo-me ir de encontro ao chão pela falta do apoio de suas pernas. – Me desculpe! Você está bem?

- Agora que sabe a verdade, me diga. Isso muda alguma coisa? - Levantei-me, me pondo cara a cara com ela. – Meus sentimentos em relação a você ultrapassam as linhas da amizade. Eu a amo como um homem é capaz de amar sua mulher, baby.

Notei seus lábios abrindo e fechando milhões de vezes, como quem busca uma boa coleção de palavras para se expressar.

- Quando nós já estávamos com quinze anos, demos nosso primeiro beijo, juntos. – Arrisquei. – A sensação de estar próxima a mim ainda se assemelha com a daquele momento? Seja honesta comigo.

Ainda que meu desejo não fosse pressiona-la, a parte de mim que exigia respostas imediatas parecia não se importar com códigos de etiqueta.

- Zayn, sinceramente, estou sem saber o que lhe dizer. – Um bolo atravessou em minha garganta, causando-me agonia. – Nosso beijo aconteceu a tantos anos. Se quer me lembro do que senti.

- Acho que me iludi sozinho quando acreditei que seria capaz de mudar seu pensamento. – A cerca altura, eu caminhava em direção a porta, preparando-me para sair dali. – Você nunca será capaz de partilhar comigo este afeto.

- Z, por favor! Não me entenda mal. As coisas são diferentes agora, sabe? – S/N manteve uma distância segura entre nós, ficando o mais afastada possível da saída. – Eu estou com o Shawn. Nada nessa conversa faz sentido agora.

- Relaxa! Está tudo bem. – Tranquilizei-a, segundos antes de me posicionar para fora de sua casa. – Cheguei tarde demais e respeito isso.

- Você sempre será meu melhor amigo, Zayn. – O tom de pena em sua voz torturava-me mais do que a própria sentença. – Sabe, em algum momento eu posso realmente ter te enxergado de outra maneira. No entanto, a vida mudou e eu cresci.

Uma voz em meu íntimo alertava-me que já não havia mais forças disponíveis para continuar alimentando um assunto tão doloroso, quanto aquele.

- Volto a dizer, S/A. Respeito sua decisão. – Uma lágrima solitária rolou quente por minha bochecha. – Pode me prometer uma coisa?

- Depende de qual será o seu pedido. – Seus pequenos pés chocavam-se freneticamente contra o chão feito de carvalho. – Se for a respeito de nossa amizade, fique tranquilo, o episódio de hoje não irá mudar nada entre nós. Sei que se você não estivesse tão ébrio, jamais isso teria acontecido.

- Mais cedo, ou mais tarde, o limite seria atingido e eu acabaria tendo o mesmo comportamento. Estando embriagado, ou não. – Dei de ombros. – S/N, só me prometa que não vai se esquecer que foi eu quem te amei primeiro.

- Zayn, eu...

- Adeus, S/N. – Acenei de longe, forçando um sorriso a ela. – Seja feliz.

Com o psicológico completamente abalado e os sentimentos em frangalhos, tratei de manter uma postura enrijecida, até estar completamente fora de seu campo de visão.

Mesmo lutando contra a forte angústia que abatia-se sobre meu ser, o amargo gosto da derrota diluía-se em meu paladar; diferente do que um dia me atrevi a imaginar, S/N jamais estaria em meus braços como minha companheira.

- Isso é o fim, caras. – Gritei, descontrolado, ao deparar-me com a recepção composta por meus parceiros de banda, em frente a minha residência. – Shawn tirou o coração dela de mim.

May

[fmdsimon]

20-30

idol life and career meme : not accepting

did you enjoy the lifestyle of a trainee or of a debuted idol more?

“i don’t think i can really say much about this yet. i’ve been a trainee for around six years, but only a debuted idol for two months, everything is still so new that it seems amazing and overwhelming. evenifi say idol life now, that might change in the future when i get accustomed to everything after all. right now it seems like the dream come true, but even dreams become daily life some day. that’s just how it is even though it’s sad. but in the end i think i’d still pick life as a debuted idol over life as a trainee, because it’s much easier for me to accomplish my goal of making people smile like this, and it will continue to be so in the future.”

what one song or album by another group or soloist would you have liked to release yourself?

“bohemian rhapsody. nothing will ever get as iconic as that one song, so imagine being the creator behind it. i don’t know a single person who doesn’t know it or have at least heard of it even if they don’t know the lyrics or melody. as for kpop songs... i really like charm’s smile flower or pinwheel. i’ve always really liked listening to ballads and charm has some amazing ones that really show off their vocal talent. i really admire them.”

describe your dream sub-unit (members and concept).

“we’re already such a small group that if you were to take away some of our members we’d barely remain! i think it would be really cool though maybe for a concert or something to do accoustic arrangements of some of our songs! like i can imagine a really emotional rendition of nap of a star. i’d pick me, hyun ( @fmddaehyun ), and blue ( @fmdkyubok ) for this. and then haru ( @fmdharu ) and rioh ( @fmdrioh ) could do some amazing dance performance and show off their real talent! both of them are so good at dancing i’m sure they might even go viral for it if they had a chance to let loose as they please!”

out of the following six options, would you rather be allowed to play a major hand in the lyrics, production, choreography, styling, music videos, or concepts you release?

“definitely lyrics. lyrics have always mattered a lot to me because they’re the whole essence of the song, the meaning, the interpreation. you can really capture emotions with lyrics and make people listen to your songs in a whole different way and relate to it. that’s why i like our title track crown so much myself. i think it’s a very relateable song and that it has a really good message, and i really hope we can continue making songs like that in the future!”

which of the two other companies (out of bc, dimensions, and gold star) you are not currently signed under would you rather be an artist in?

“hm, both of them have their ups and downs so it’s kind of hard to pick... in the end i think that it doesn’t as much depend on the company but the group you’re in. if you have awful chemistry with your team mates it doesn’t matter where you are, it’ll still be just as bothersome. but for the sake of picking one, i’d pick dimensions, that’s where my best friend is after all!”

what is your least favorite part of being an idol?

“that has to be the fact that we have little control over ourselves. i know we signed a contract on this, but the moment you sign that you kind of sell away your entire self down to your personality. we are owned by our company and if we dare to even think out of line it won’t go about unpunished. i don’t like it but at the same time i deal with it. i don’t matter really, i’ve sold my soul for other’s sake and that’s the only thing that matters to me.”

what is your favorite part of being an idol?

“that’s easy. the fan interactions. even if what we’re selling through fansigns and stuff like that is just the image the fans want to see, i think there’s also something real in that image. others might not agree with me, but i don’t think you can build a character without putting at least some of yourself into it. if you did, you would either lose the facade along the way or lose yourself in the facade. of course i can’t tell this to the fans, but dealing with them is kind of bothersome. but even if it is, i also look forward to it, because seeing their happy faces when they encounter us makes it all the worthwhile!”

would you rather be incredibly famous with a terrible reputation and hated by most or be fairly unknown with a good reputation and adored by those who know of you? why?

“interesting. i think most people would pick the latter here, no? it makes sense, i don’t think anyone would want to be hated... which is why i’m probably weird for picking the first. i don’t really care about myself or my image -- it’s not that i care about fame either, but if i’m completely unknown then i can’t reach out to everyone like i want to. i want the whole world to know who i am after all. it might be selfish and it might not make much sense if the world is going to hate me, but if i can discard myself for the sake of others then it’s fine. maybe it’s even easier to laugh at someone you hate because it’s satisfying!”

what moment in your career are you proudest of so far?

“i can’t really say my career has a lot of moments so far in the first place, so there might be other more memorable moments along the way that i don’t know of yet, but so far it definitely has to be getting into the top five in hot topic. was the show rigged from the get go? i don’t know and honestly i don’t care. i deserve this spot too and since no one knows either way, i might as well have made it in by my own effort... i wish more people would see it that way, but we have got quite a bit of criticism before we even debuted. people complaining that their favourite contestants didn’t make it in and using the rumours as an excuse to assume the results would have been different for them otherwise. but they aren’t the results are as they are and nothing is going to change that. it’s bittersweet in a way, but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s the moment that defined us as vive, and i am incredibly proud of us for that.”

what have you learned about yourself and/or society since becoming a celebrity?

“for myself i guess i got surprised at how greedy i can be. before i joined hot topic i was ready to give up on idol life and just accept the fact that i was just going to end up with an ordinary day job as a salaryman or something like that. but when i started getting recognition i started wanting more and more. it felt amazing. to watch everyone’s eyes on me and to have everyone cheer for me. i love that. i want to feel that feeling much more from here on out; to have vive achieve incredible things and show everyone who doubted us that we are indeed the nation’s handpicked group and that they were not wrong in choosing me or any of the others.”

what would you like to change about how society views or treats idols?

“this is a bit difficult because a lot of things could be changed if you ask me. but if i have to pick one thing, i think i’d do something about how readily people trust rumous. anyone can post anything online, and suddenly you become a trashy human being for something you may not even have done. if someone says you looked at them the wrong way in primary school, suddenly there’s rumous about you being a school bully, if you treat a girl nicely suddenly you’re dating. that kind of thing. we have no room for mistakes and that’s fair i guess -- we are supposed to be painted as some kind of superhumans who can do no wrong, but sometimes you don’t even make a mistake and then you’re going down.”