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sentientgolfball · 2 months

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How about “I’m bad at texting first, so I always end up hoping you will.” with Swiss and Dew!

ok this was actually so cute ough this is like EARLY prequelle so Swiss is referred to as Multi :3

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“He hates me,” Dew groans, bursting into Mountain’s room.

“Hello to you too Dewdrop,” Mountain laughs, turning the page of his book.

“You’re laughing? The new summon hates me and you’re laughing?” He flops onto his bed with a dramatic sigh.

“Dewbug. My love. Who hates you?”

“Multi!”

“Multi? What do you mean he hates you? I can literally see the hearts in his eyes when he stares at you.”

Dew groans again. He reaches into his pocket, silently tossing it at Mountain while he keeps his face firmly planted into the mattress. Mountain rolls his eyes, picking up the phone and unlocking it with practiced ease. It immediately opens to a text thread with Multi. He scrolls through, skimming over the messages to find what Dew is talking about. All he finds are Dew answering questions about life Topside, Dew telling him where he is, a few sexts which Mountain makes a mental note of, and a question about Mountain’s favorite flower which he pretends not to see.

“I’m confused,” he tosses the phone back at Dew, “what’s the problem here?”

“He doesn’t wanna talk to me.” He rolls over so he’s laying on his back.

“Did you go see Chain? I told you to stop smoking with him, you know he gets his stuff from Pebble.”

“I’m not high you bastard.”

“Then I have no idea what’s wrong with you.”

“I already told you!”

“Okay,” he sighs, “walk me through what’s going on in that little head of yours.”

“Fine. But don’t laugh at me.”

“I would never.”

“Aether said the same thing and now I’m here so…”

“Dew.”

“…yeah okay. So you looked at all the messages?”

Mountain nods, humming in response.

“Right yeah so did you notice anything?”

“Besides you begging to suck his dick? No nothing.”

“Mount!”

“Sorry.”

Dew sighs, “He never texts me first.”

Mountain has to bite his tongue to stop himself from laughing. He clears his throat, “Come again?”

“Seriously you too?”

“No, I'm sorry. Continue.” He smiles.

Dew glares, “am I being too forward? I don’t exactly know what element he was raised in so I can’t do this the normal way.”

“Do what?” Mountain tilts his head.

“I don’t know! Show him that he's cool…I guess?”

“So it wasn’t just Aether. You’re just bad at this in general huh.”

“Fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

“I’ve been here longer than you!”

Dew grumbles, standing off the bed and stomping to the door, “Thank you for nothing dirt boy.”

He slams the door when he leaves. Mountain shakes his head with a smile before grabbing his own phone from his nightstand. He opens his thread with Aether.

So I hear your mate has a crush on the new guy?

Dew decides to spend the rest of the day in the practice room. They’re still a ways away from tour so he shouldn’t be bothered. All the new summons are still in their learning phase so if anyone does come in they’ll more than likely head to one of the smaller, private rooms on the side. He figures trying to learn one of the stupid solos the stupid Cardinal wrote for him will take his mind off of his weird feelings. If not, he’ll go to Mist and have her smack some sense into him. He’d rather not have to go that far though.

He loses track of time as he plays, fingers flying over the fretboard as he works on Faith. He may not be a fire ghoul yet, but his deadline is quickly approaching. He might as well know at least a little before he changes. He pushes himself until his body hurts, fingers sore from the repetition and shoulders aching from the weight of the fantomen. He plays as far into the song as he can one last time before calling it quits, putting the guitar back in its rack and sitting on the amp. He stretches his hand, wincing at how stiff it feels.

“You alright?”

Dew yelps at the voice that rumbles out so close to his ear. He nearly falls off the amp, but two large hands grab him.

“Sorry,” Multi laughs, “didn’t mean to scare ya.”

“When did you get in here?”

“A while ago,” he shrugs, “you sounded really good.”

Dew blinks a few times. He hadn’t noticed anyone around him. Hadn’t even seen the door open.

“How did you?”

“A magician never reveals his secrets,” Multi laughs.

Dew pockets that for later, bound and determined to figure out what the fuck he could possibly mean. Instead he focuses on what’s in front of him. Multi. His amber and incense scent is so strong when he’s so close. It makes Dew’s stomach knot, tail flicking behind him.

“Was there,” Dew pauses to clear his throat, “was there something you needed?”

“Oh! Yeah uh I was looking for you and Mountain said you’d probably be here. Hadn’t heard from you all day and I was worried.”

Dew furrows his brow, “You could’ve texted me.”

Multi looks away, uncharacteristically sheepish, “I uh…I don’t know how.”

Dew blinks slowly, “huh?”

“I don’t know how. To text.”

“Bullshit we do it all the time!”

“Yeah! That’s because I click on the thing whenever I see your name! I don’t know how to do it any other way! So I always wait for you.”

Dew stares at him for a moment before bursting out laughing.

“What? What’s so funny?” Multi furrows his brow.

“Nothing nothing,” Dew shakes his head, “just…here give me your phone.”

He still looks confused, but he hands it over to Dew.

“Damn default lockscreen. Let’s change that.” He opens the camera app and hooks and arm around Multi’s neck, bringing him into frame.

“Smile,” Dew says, looking at their image in the camera.

Multi shrugs, bewilderment momentarily dropping off of his face as he flashes his fangs. Dew takes the picture, humming approval as he sets it as his lockscreen.

“That’s not gonna steal my soul is it?”

“No it won’t steal your soul. It’s just for fun, here look.” Dew holds it up so he can see their picture.

Multi smiles at the sight of them together, a moment captured in time.

“Now whenever you open your phone you’ll get to see this lovely face.”

“Now,” Dew continues, “this is how you can text me.”

He makes sure Multi is watching before he taps on the icon. Their thread is already pulled up when he opens it.

“Oh,” he says flatly, a hint of embarrassment tinging his word.

“Yeah oh. Don’t worry about it, it took Mountain ages to even learn how to unlock his phone.”

“Really?” He laughs.

“Yes really. I’m surprised he even knows how to use it. Don’t tell him I said that.”

The two spend a bit more time in the practice, squished close together while Dew shows him all the things his phone can do. They take a lot more pictures, download a few apps, and change everyone’s contact names. They had back to the den hand in hand when they’re done. Dew can feel Multi’s hand warm, fire soothing the ache in his fingers from earlier. He doesn’t acknowledge it, instead, he twines their tails together, keeping him close while they walk.

#the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #the band ghost fic #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #swiss x dewdrop #golfball writes

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myheadhurtscutely · 1 year

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With the Band -Rocker!Anakin Skywalker x Reader-

First fic, kinda nervous (>ლ)

C ` Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Summary ` Anakin, your not boyfriend, boyfriend, has been touring around the area lately, and for some reason he seems like he just can't not have all eyes (and hands) on him..

!Warnings! ` Manipulation, Toxic!Anakin, Gaslighting, Love bombing, anakin just being an asshole in general. Cheating?? kinda. ANGST ANGST ANGST, tiny like smut references??

word count ` 1.6k

You guys weren't a thing. You knew that. He definitely made sure you knew that. You were his thing though. You knew that just as clearly.

Anakin had been touring for about three weeks now. His band was still stumbling through here and there, small faults, technical issues, band arguments. You saw it all. You had been there since day one. In highschool Anakin had made up his band consisting of Obi, his bassist. He was a shy kinda guy, didn't say much, but when he did it was nice to hear. His drummer- well nevermind his drummer changed every few weeks. Anakin was as stubborn as he was handsome. He saw it as His band, Obi was the only one who could tolerate his attitude. Anakin of course took the role of lead vocalist AND guitarist.

You had tried to join your freshman year of college as the guitarist, but your best friend, Anakin Skywalker, was just trying to help poor little you stay safe and focused on school. He told you he didn't want grubby hands thinking about you, and perverted eyes, feeling you up. You were just a girl. He made sure you understood. You were reasonably upset by this, but Ani fixed that after a couple of after show parties in the basements of venues... more specifically, the bathrooms.

It started as just a onetime thing. Both of you were intoxicated and you did what two friends, who have had undeniable chemistry since highschool after some alcohol and bud, do. Hook-up. It really was just flings here and there, Anakin bombed a test? Your phone would light up. 'hey r u busy rn?' Sure, you had an eight-page paper due by tomorrow, but yeah besides that you were free. free use. Anakin's drummer he got last Tuesday cussed him out and left? Ding! 'i need you rn'. You couldn't deny you're closest friend comfort. It was a vicious cycle. You felt awful, you really did. It was like you knew what he was doing, but you felt like there was no way out.. besides, he needed you. He also needed the 18 other girls around campus that rotated shifts in his bed when he wasn't playing gigs. But he told you, you were special, he meant it surely.

This night was special. It was the BIG gig. It was in the middle of the tour, the largest number of tickets sold at one of the biggest venues they could book. It was downtown at one of the smaller stages meant for local artist, but it was right next to the college nearby. Prime market. young women. pretty girls. desperate college chicks. Anakin knew what he was after by the end of this show, but you follow him obliviously up the stairs with your "v.i.p." pit pass behind him. Your already ripped stockings tearing on the metal fencing up the stairs. Anakin only hauled his guitar, refusing to help Obi and you carry any of the sound equipment. It's okay though, it's just cause he's hungover and his throats a little sore. Obi-wan grunts, hauling literally everything known to man, amps, cords, a random bass drum? Probably belonging to the drummer that left this past Friday. You held drinks, bags, clothes, food, and some lighting equipment. Anakin insisted on a fog machine also, which conveniently got left at home two hours away. God bless you Obi.

You dropped your stuff and rushed to give Anakin a peck on the cheek, which he quickly dismissed annoyedly. 'He's probably just stressed out,' you fought in an attempt to reason with yourself. After giving Obi-wan a thumbs up and a wishful good luck, you are quickly rushed off the wings of the stage, to the back of the pit. What the fuck? You could b a r e l y see the rail at the front of the stage through the sea of crappy highlights, and slutty tops. Oh well, lights come up, Anakins standing there, soaking up all of it. The attention, the lights, the sounds, the attention, the crowd, the attention, the attention, the attention. Excitement boiled in your stomach. Seeing him in his white tank top, stained with god knows what. His box bleached frosted tips at the very edges of his grown out hair. Sweaty and shiny from the lights, he was a sight to behold. An image to have every man and woman on their knees begging for a peek. You and Anakin knew that.

The set started out with his earlier tracks inspired by the likes of deftones and superhaven. His sweat dripped down from his chin, to his angular neck. His adams apple dancing with the runs erupting from his vocals. No one could admire him as deeply as you did. No one could appreciate his stage presence the way you did. Like the way the spotlight, contrasted harshly with his tanned skin, highlighting his carved cheeks and white teeth.

As he continued, you began to push your way to the front, fighting as if it was a ragging mosh pit at a Victoria's Secret perfume clearance sale. Clouds of vapor and smoke raised high creating Anakin's own fog machine. Second hand highs at these shows were a guarantee. Still pushing past sweaty bodies, with heavy drums and piercing guitar pounding in your ears, you slowly became disoriented. It was as if it was all hitting you, the meds were wearing off or something. you were suffocating, drowning in a large sea, with your only chance of safety just a few inches ahead.

You grab the rail.

Consciousness is regained and so is your composure. Smeared sweaty make up, clouds your vision, but you saw. You saw clear as day. He had leaned down from the stage and kissed her. Kissed her. Right on the lips. This was his song about you. You were the one with the beautiful eyes he sang about. You were the one he made listen to the strumming pattern of it till you could recite it like a scale. It was yours. For once it was yours. From him.

Glitter rained into your watery eyes, what a poor style choice. If only you would've known he'd kiss a beautiful brunette girl halfway through his set, you probably would've chosen a more neutral palette. Chasing whatever air remained in the world, you gasped, running out from the exit doors. It was already late. The only light illuminating onto your back was the exit sign and a streetlamp on the other side of the alley. The bands van was parked crookedly in a nook between the garbage cans and the dented fire hydrant. locked. Yay! and it was raining. You started to think that maybe you were in a dramatic romance novel. The rain really was just unnecessary. Regardless, you rampaged back into the back door, left unlocked in case of a fire. Storming up the steps, you could hear the unplugging of a turned on amp, causing a shrill amongst the chatty, squealing crowd. Anakin's figure became visible from the wings, Obi-wan following in after him. Without a thought going through your mind, you ran right up to him and slapped his chest. His head snapped in your direction, with his attention previously being on the cheering crowd behind him.

"Hey! What the fuck is your problem?" His arms throw themselves up in frustration.

"Don't play dumb with me, you fucking kissed her! You kissed her Anakin? You, you said that wouldn't happen." Your voice quivered as he mumbled, guiding the both of you out the door and into the rain, away from the scene you had just caused backstage.

His arms swarm you like an unwelcome crowd of bats. clouding your vision. In more ways than one. You thrashed but only for a second before completely crumbling in the man's arms. Sobs stained his disgusting tank top. Your cries drowned by the leaving crowd at the front of the building, and the heavy downpour casting you and Anakin in your own little shell.

"You know better than to expect me not to push the bands publicity. It might be better for you just to stay backstage from now on. Or go stay with one of your other guys when I do shows." How did his snide words warm you so sincerely...? He was right though. You knew better. You couldn't be upset; it was for the band. After he made it big, he'd be yours and yours alone. You knew the deal.

"m' sorry Ani, I just-"

"Don't call me that right now. You hurt my goddamn feelings." He shoves you away from his chest. "I was having a great show and then you came backstage screaming at me, putting on a pathetic show like always." He knew where to plant his knife and how to dig it around inside you. It cut you up completely. Every time.

You couldn't do anything but sob. Every show you'd go into it expecting a different outcome. You were the stupid one. You were the idiot. It was your fault. He was right and you knew it. There was nothing you could say to combat it. You just cried.

He paused for a moment. The both of you standing in the pouring rain. You, staring at the ground as he watched the rain fall. "fuck.." you could hear him curse under his breath.

"I'm sorry Anakin. really." He said nothing, dragging you back into his chest, kissing your forehead, swaying the both of you back and forth. His wet hair, dripping onto your nose after he pulls away slightly.

"Look at me," he takes your cheeks in his hands, "It's gonna be okay, just try to be better for me next time 'kay?" He finishes it off with a soft kiss to your puffed and dry lips.

"I love you." He hums in a lack of response.

Notes ` first fic, longer than i meant it to be, proof read before bed, so barely, thank youu <3 (hell if its anakin skywalker i will let him act this way, sure young man, be outta pocket..)

#anakin x reader #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin fanfiction #anakin x you #anakin skywalker x you #star wars #star wars x reader #hayden christensen #hayden christensen x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #angst #anakin skywalker fanfic #rocker!anakin x reader #myheadhurtscutely

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radiantlight9 · 6 months

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CHITRA

Chitra is the 14th Nakshatra in the sidereal zodiac and is ruled by the planet Mars. Its ruling deity is Tvashtar, the celestial architect, responsible for fashioning the outer persona of individuals. Chitra is associated with the constellation Spica (Alpha Virginis) and falls under Virgo and Libra in the sidereal zodiac.

Chitra Nakshatra paints a portrait of individuals deeply entrenched in the material world yet bound by a yearning for something greater. Initially, they may find themselves consumed by appearances, complexity, and the allure of glamour, often grappling with feelings of frustration and angst. This obsession with form and structure reflects their innate connection to Maya, illusion, and aesthetic appeal.

Symbolized by the pearl, Chitra represents the journey of breaking through barriers to reveal one's true self. Just as the lustrous pearl lies hidden within a hard shell, so too does the authentic essence of Chitra natives remain obscured until they undergo significant transformation. This process is not without its challenges, as individuals must confront layers of egoic illusion and endure the pains of shedding their old identities.

In the realm of Tamasic energy, Chitra Nakshatra finds its footing, characterized by activities mired in the gross physical plane. Here, individuals may experience bouts of darkness, inertia, and suffering, tethered to illusions that cloud their perception of reality. Despite these struggles, Chitra's journey remains grounded in the pursuit of authenticity, even amidst the complexities of mundane existence.

As the celestial architect, Tvashtar, molds the outer persona of the individual, Chitra natives undergo a process of refinement akin to shaping a raw stone into a beautiful statue. This transformation may be painful, as the ego is chiseled away to reveal the inner light within. Yet, through perseverance and resilience, Chitra individuals navigate the intricacies of life, striving to uncover the brilliance that lies beneath the surface.

Chitra Nakshatra serves as a reminder of the human capacity for growth and self-discovery, transcending illusions to embrace the essence of one's being. It is a journey marked by both turmoil and triumph, where individuals confront their higher nature amidst the trials and tribulations of everyday life.

References:

Sutton, Komilla. Nakshatras: The Stars Beyond the Zodiac. The Wessex Astrologer, 2014.

Pijan, Barbara. Barbara Pijan Lama (year unknown) . Available at:

https://barbarapijan.com/bpa/Nakshatra_radical/14chitra.htm

Holliday, Mike. Mike’s Sleeping Dod website (year unknown). Available at:

https://mikessleepingdog.com/2022/01/14/14-chitra-nakshatra/?amp

Tridevi, Prash. The Book of Nakshatras: A Comprehensive Treatise on the 27 Constellations. Sagar Publications, 2005.

#jyotish #nakshatras #vedic astrology #ai art #midjourney #nakshatra #sidereal astrology #chitra nakshatra #libra #virgo

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maniculum · 2 months

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avi17 · 2 years

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Wayne is the one who taught Eddie to play the guitar when he was little. He's got a beat up old acoustic in the back of his closet left over from a younger, freer time- he's not great, nothing complicated, but he can manage American folk tunes and bluegrass and stuff he and the boys used to sing in the army (at least the ones that were halfway kid-friendly). Eddie stayed with him a lot growing up, with his mom sick and his dad in and out of the Roane County jail, and one of the easiest ways to cheer him up was always music, so Wayne would hoist the guitar and Eddie into his lap and play for him, sing in that hoarse smoker's voice and watch Eddie's little hands grab at the strings in fascination.

(He learns some more kid friendly songs once this becomes a regular thing, and Eddie begs to hear Puff The Magic Dragon approximately 200 times. If only he'd known where that fascination would lead him down the road 😆)

When Eddie gets old enough to start learning to play himself, it doesn't take Wayne long to realize that the kid's got natural talent, a hell of a lot more than he ever did. So when Eddie finally comes to him for good- eleven years old, scared and angry and resentful of the parents who couldn't take care of him anymore, Wayne gives him the old acoustic and a book of tabs he got at the Salvation Army thrift store, knowing that Eddie will get a lot more use out of it than it sitting in his closet. And boy does he- yeah, Wayne has to sleep in earplugs for the first time in years, but Eddie's eyes are so bright when he shows off a new song he's learned. He's happy, and that's all Wayne cares about right now.

(Wayne's a little horrified when Eddie takes a paintbrush to the poor old thing, but he's mollified by the Woody Guthrie reference since he used to play his songs for Eddie all the time. After Wayne tucks money away for years to buy him an electric, he mostly switches over as his tastes get louder and harsher, but he still breaks out the acoustic sometimes when they have an evening together. Wayne loves those evenings.)

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Steve took piano lessons as a kid. It was kind of the done thing when you were a rich kid and your parents wanted you to be cultured, but the thing was that Steve was actually decent at it and didn't hate it. He's not great at reading music- it tends to jumble itself up on the page the way that words sometimes do too- but he can pick out stuff he hears on the radio and it's nice sometimes to get lost in a song and play it over and over until he gets it right. It makes him proud of himself, in a way that not a lot of things do.

But it was never a talent his parents had any interest in actually nurturing, just another box to be ticked in what their son ought to be, and when high school and sports come around, they aren't especially subtle in letting him know that it's time his focus shifted elsewhere.

For a while he still plays when they're gone, but they've got the kind of upright piano with a cover that locks, and before a particularly long trip when he's sixteen (the longest yet, and he's trying not to feel weird and empty about that), they lock it to keep the dust out. They don't unlock it when they get home, and when Steve finally asks about it, carefully casual, his mother shrugs and says she can't even remember what she did with the key- "and really Steven, you should be concentrating on your college applications anyway"- before heading out to her morning exercise class.

It stays locked after that, just another thing in the house to look pretty and not be touched. He tries not to think about it. The repeated monster invasions help, but it's still just sitting there, reminding him that he doesn't get to have the things he really wants.

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Some time after Eddie gets out of the hospital, Steve drives him to Bloomington to go to a music store- it's a miracle they managed to rescue his guitar from the ruins of the old trailer, but everything else is gone. He can't afford to replace his amps and other gear yet, but he at least needs picks and they're cheap. While he chats with the guy at the counter, Steve wanders over to the new digital keyboards they have on display and runs his fingers over the keys, wondering if he even remembers how- sixteen feels like a lifetime ago with everything that's happened. There's no one else in the store, so fuck it, he turns one on, figures out the electric piano setting and turns the volume down pretty low and just plays around. He's really rusty (god knows the mild brain damage hasn't helped) but there's still muscle memory under that, and he manages to plunk his way through a couple songs. He's really concentrating, and doesn't realize Eddie's checked out and done until he looks up to find him standing a few feet away, eyes the size of dinner plates. Positively gleeful.

"Stevie, why have you never told me you played?!"

He tries to stammer out something about how his parents made him learn, he's not a real musician like Eddie and he doesn't even have access to a piano now anyways so what does it matter- but it's too late, Eddie knows now. And more than that, he'd seen the little smile on Steve's face while he'd played and realized this is something Steve misses.

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It takes another couple years, until they've got their first crappy little apartment of their own- Steve studying to get into community college, Eddie working in a garage and getting more involved in the music scene- that a buddy mentions wanting to sell his old keyboard so he can upgrade. Eddie asks if he can hold onto it for a couple months and he saves, just like Wayne once did, to buy it for Steve. It's worth the extra antsiness from cutting back on weed and cigarettes to see the way Steve's face lights up when Eddie dramatically unveils his big surprise, the feather-light way Steve touches it at first, like he's not sure he's allowed. The slightly bone-crushing hug he gives Eddie afterwards that may or may not involve a few tears.

It becomes sort of a thing for them after that, one night a week if they can- grabbing a couple beers and maybe splitting a joint if they're not too tired, Steve on the keyboard, Eddie on his acoustic, just playing whatever they've been working on that week, humming or singing if they feel like it. Steve picks out all the pop songs from the radio that he knows Eddie will theatrically pretend to hate, but they don't sound so bad when Steve plays them and really it doesn't matter what he plays because what Eddie loves is that his boyfriend is being creative, and doing something for himself just because he wants to. And Eddie sits with his feet in Steve's lap and plays all the stuff that Wayne used to play for him, stuff he'd never play with his band but that still feels like home to him.

(When Wayne finally makes it out to see their new place, they pull out three beers from the fridge instead of two and he joins them. Sings along with Eddie on the guitar, then motions for Eddie to hand it over to "see if his old fingers even still work". (They do.) Listens quietly to what Steve's been working on, partly watching him but mostly watching the way that Eddie looks at him. Steve's shoulders are tense at the end in a way that he never is with just Eddie, but Wayne gives him a little smile and a gruff "that wasn't half bad at all, son"- which Eddie will tell him later is effusive praise coming from him- and he relaxes, laughs. Thinks that maybe this is how a family is supposed to be.)

#steddie #steveddie #eddie munson #Steve harrington #Wayne Munson #stranger things #st4 #stranger things fic #stranger things headcanon #steve harrington x eddie munson #ngl a lot of this is based on my family and especially me and my dad #i also demanded puff the magic dragon a ton of times #is it about an actual dragon or drugs? who cares eddie's there

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saintmeghanmarkle · 9 months

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"Revenge" by Tom Bower is the BIBLE that everyone on this sub should buy & refer to. It is highly sourced & full of details. The audio book narrator is also fantastic. NOTE that the Harkles never sued Tom Bower or his publisher! Here are the paragraphs about the Harkles' using the name LILIBET. by u/AliceRoosevelt1884

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spookyserenades · 2 months

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Hiii!!!!!

I have a question and it's not necessarily Trouvaille related, so feel free to decide whether or not to answer!

I wanted to ask you about your writing process. I've been trying to get myself to write a longer piece of work for QUITE some time now, but I always chicken out. As a reader, I love your style. The ability to communicate effectively without sounding dry and lackluster, your character building, your storylines... they are what I hope to achieve in my own work. So some of my main questions are:

How do you work up the perseverance to stick with a project?

How do you stay consistent with a character or a storyline without getting carried away? Do you do something specific to get you in the head space of the story you're working on?

What are key things that you think helped you as a writer create more complex and intricate works?

How do you come up with a satisfying pace or arc for your stories?

And lastly, how much time do you spend on the storyline creation vs actual writing? Or do you tend to go with the flow more so than following an outline?

Again, no need to answer these if you don't feel like it.

Love your writing, and thanks for your great work. Trouvaille has gotten me through so many lonely nights while my partner worked overnights. I can't wait to see where it goes, and I'll keep my eye out for any new work from you!

Hello sweets!! Ah stoppp you're such a nice person, I'm happy to answer your questions Trouvaille related or not 💜 Also thank you for liking my writing and seeking out advice, that is such a wonderful compliment 🥺

Writing a story that has multiple chapters, long word counts, and/or both can be very daunting, but also rewarding! The key here is to dive into what you're most excited about. If an idea pops into your head (for example: perhaps a BTS Ot7 fic where they're princes, and MC is a princess) maybe you'll start with moodboards on Pinterest to get your "vibe" down visually. Maybe you're into music; you can make a playlist that captures the general themes of your idea to get you amped up to write. Gather books/movies/TV shows that share similar themes, and if needed, write down any research you'd have to make (for the Prince!AU, perhaps research royalty, societal classes in your target time period, apparel, etc.) This first step, gathering initial inspiration, is crucial in my opinion to "commit" to your idea and bring it closer to reality!

How do you work up the perseverance to stick with a project? This can be a personal thing, in my opinion. What I've written above is another way to keep persevering when tackling a longer written work; keep returning to your sources of inspiration and add to them if you come across new ones. I find if I'm lacking motivation to write, returning to my Pinterest boards to freshen them up, watching a movie that inspired a character, or updating a playlist gets me excited to write again or even give me new plot ideas! Other than that you can try two things that I've done A) Give yourself a deadline (not recommended if you struggle with those, but it does force you to work on time management and create a writing schedule) or B) Make a document where you briefly "dump" plot points or arcs that you have planned off the top of your head, then write a general drabble about the points you're most excited to tackle. You don't have to write everything in chronological order if you are struggling to get started!

How do you stay consistent with a character or a storyline without getting carried away? Do you do something specific to get you in the head space of the story you're working on? So what I've done to keep track of my character's general backstories and traits is make a separate document dedicated to that alone. I recommend making a profile for EVERY character, even the minor ones, just so you can refer to this profile whenever you forget details about them (this is particularly helpful for minor characters Ex. Ben, Laura, Alice in Trouvaille). Here you can list their physical appearance, personalities, media that inspired their character, backstories and families, etc. This rough document is crucial to me, and truthfully it is what I tackled before I even started Chapter One of Trouvaille. As for getting into the right headspace, I'd say it's all about writing about things you truly enjoy. I love spooky/paranormal things, so I knew that was going to be a theme in Trouvaille. I'm not a fan of sports, so I'd never write a sports!AU. Write what you like, and that's half the battle!

What are key things that you think helped you as a writer create more complex and intricate works? Inspiration, inspiration, inspiration! I'll say it until I'm blue. You gottttta go live life, enjoy good books and movies, and listen to an array of music genres. You'll never know what you'll end up liking! The best way to feed your imagination (which of course fuels your writing) is to sample many things life has to offer. Trouvaille is like a big quilt of many things I love (Ex. TV show Twin Peaks, movie Constantine, Alice is based off of a friend of mine, my brother lives in Wyoming like Namjoon once did, Jeongguk has experience with paranormal investigation like me!) Think of yourself as a weaver, connecting all of these things together. It can be hard to see how they fit, but it's a FUN challenge! Another important thing to remember is that your characters carry most of the weight of the story, so make them as realistic as you can! People aren't perfect, so give them flaws (Trouvaille MC is non-confrontational, for example), give them challenges and obstacles, and when you write dialogue, read it out loud to yourself to make sure that it flows naturally. Try not to use vocabulary you wouldn't use on a day-to-day basis. You do not need to compare a character's eyes to thirty different gemstones LOL!

How do you come up with a satisfying pace or arc for your stories? Unless you want a slow-burn, pace is entirely up to you! I love both slow-burn fics and ones that are more fast paced. Depending on your plot, some things happen more slowly than others. Falling in love usually doesn't happen over night. Resolving a huge fight can take time. If it's Ot7, stretching out how the MC gets with each of them can not only seem more organic but also can lengthen your work and give you time to develop other aspects to your plot aside from the romance (give it some meat!) Going back to what I said earlier, you can plan out basic bullet points to an arc that you're working on, then tackle each bullet point in your first draft to see what the pacing is like and if you're satisfied with it/it seems natural to you!

And lastly, how much time do you spend on the storyline creation vs actual writing? Or do you tend to go with the flow more so than following an outline? So! Honesty time! I usually dive straight into writing 💀 Since I've been writing Trouvaille for a little over two years, I usually come up with new arcs or wrap up existing ones by sitting down and going for it. I'm familiar with the characters by now and the BIG parts that need to happen, so the minor details and subplots come out while working up to the "main events". Very little time is spent on my separate docs for basic arcs these days, however, they were crucial in the early ones. I'm writing a new fic Sanctity, however, where I'm in the middle of creating storyline docs just to get my footing! So I'd say the further along you get creating a work, you feel more comfortable just going with the flow. Getting started is the hard part, so outlines are your friends until you are familiar with your characters and all of the plots you are working with ❤️

AH this was long I'm sorry but I HOPE hope hope it was somewhat helpful!! And I'm so glad that Trouvaille was able to keep you company, that means the world to me honey 🥺💕 I'm wishing you all of the luck in the world on your future works, you got this!! It's so rewarding 💜💜💜

#writing advice #asks #dana's thoughts

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obscure-earthbound-facts-media · 1 year

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An Agony of a yankee, whose cigarette was confiscated.

In the the Saturn Valley Express (2003), it is revealed that the crow enemy had decided quit smoking. This could be a reference to how Itoi decided to quit smoking the year prior.

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#earthbound #mother series #shigesato itoi #mother 1 #earthbound beginnings

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acewritesfics · 5 months

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Rockstar Love | Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Request: From Anon

Warnings: None. H/C - Hair Color, E/C - Eye Color, F/B - Favorite Book

Word Count: 1,457

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“Whoo! Yeah, Eddie!”

Eddie Munson hears his best friend’s voice shouting over his guitar solo, prompting him to look at her. His smile is beaming ear to ear. It wasn’t difficult to find her among the bars patrons because she was the sole person rocking out to the music on the dance floor, cheering for them. Her H/C hair swaying side to side, her E/C eyes lighting up with joy as her head and body moved to the rhythm of his guitar. She’s truly enjoying herself while the other five bar patrons and the bartender were too drunk to care.

This is the first time he’s brought her to one of his gigs in the two years they’ve been friends. She used to work on Tuesday nights, but her new schedule allows her those nights off. Now, Y/N will use them to attend Corroded Coffin’s gigs at The Hideout. She’s been to many of their practices but seeing them play live, no matter how big (or small) the crowd, it’s so much different. She’s already their number one fan, has been since the moment Eddie told her that he’s in a band.

Eddie feels a pleasant twist in his stomach and an unexpected warmth flood his body as he shifts his gaze between her and his guitar. Although Y/N has always been beautiful in his eyes, he has never seen her look more breathtakingly beautiful than she does right now. She is rocking out without caring what the drunks think of her, cheering for him and his band and completely coming out of her shell, becoming the carefree person that he was only one of few that got to see. Never has he ever seen her so at ease in front of strangers. She always leans more toward the reserved and shy side of things when it comes to people she doesn’t know.

In terms of personality, he and Y/N are complete opposites, but they balance each other out. While she soothes his hyperactivity just as much as the weed he smokes does, he helps her come out of her shell. It helps tremendously that she enjoys metal music, has been begging him to teach her how to play Dungeons & Dragons, isn’t on the “Eddie the Freak” bandwagon, and gets along fantastically with the only parental figure who’s ever given a shit about him. He honestly believes she is his other half, his better half, and he can’t deny how in love with her he is anymore.

“You guys were amazing!” Y/N applauds as the band leaves the little stage. She surprises everyone by giving hugs to Gareth and the others before giving Eddie a hug. Her hug with Eddie is a little tighter and lasts a little longer than her hug with the others.

After his surprise from her unexpected hug faded, Gareth beams proudly, “Thanks Y/N.”

The others added their thanks also before leaving Eddie and Y/N and going to the bar to get a well-earned drink. As he follows the other two to the bar, Gareth gives his friend a pat on the back.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Eddie asks, his face serious, his tongue sticking out like it usually does when he is contemplating or concentrating on something.

“Aren’t you supposed to help the others pack up the instruments?” She asks to make sure he won’t be leaving others short for help.

He assures her, “I just have to take my guitar and amp, the others have everything else. Grant has his van here and I made sure they’re cool with it.”

“Then lead the way, Sir Edward Munson,” she quips, bowing and sweeping her arm out towards the stage.

“Ugh, don’t call me that,” he groans, cringing as he leads her to the stage.

“What, Sir?” She teases him, knowing he was referring to Edward. Except while filling out legal forms, he never goes by Edward. “I thought you like being called Sir.”

Despite the amusement in his doe brown eyes, he shoots her a glare. "You know what I mean.“

"I’m sorry, please forgive me?” she puts on the puppy dog eyes and pleads with him, helping him pack up his beloved instrument, which only she is permitted to touch other than him.

“Buy me dinner and I might just forgive you,” he fixes his eyes on her and can’t stop the grin from growing on his lips. It’s at this moment that the butterflies appear, and he becomes serious again, focusing on putting his guitar into its case.

Y/N observes his change in demeanour and gives him a worried look, but she says nothing. She knows Eddie well enough to know that if something is bothering him, he’ll talk to her when he’s ready and that there’s no point in pushing it.

“I’ll buy you dinner,” she offers, knowing that he’s jesting with her.“The pizza place should still be open. We can make a stop there before going back to your trailer.” Despite the fact that her trailer is two doors down from his, she’ll be staying with him tonight.

“I was kidding,” he explains as he redirects his gaze to her again.

She acknowledges, “I know, but I’m starving. I also can’t eat an entire pizza by myself.”

“Okay,” He nods in agreement and straightens up again as he raises his guitar case off the floor. Y/N grabs his amp and walks with him to his van. "But we’re not going back to the trailer right away.”

“No?” She is perplexed as she watches him unlock the sliding door of his van, opens it, and places his guitar inside before taking the amp from her and setting it next to the guitar case. .

“I was thinking we could go out to Lover’s Lake and hang out there for a little while,” he says, not wanting to give away that he wants to have a serious talk with her. He knows her well enough that if he suggests that they need to talk, she will immediately begin to imagine the worst-case scenarios in her head. He does not want her to assume something is wrong when there isn’t anything wrong at all.

“Sounds wonderful,” she responds, letting him know she’s fine with it as he closes the door. “Can we get the pizza on the way out there?”

“Yeah, because I’m starving too,” he replies as he grabs her hand and pulls her towards the front passenger seat, unlocking and opening the door for her.

She turns to face him, a little startled by how close they are standing. Her breath catches as her heart races, butterflies forming in her stomach as she watches his eyes wander from hers to her lips and linger there for a few seconds before meeting her eyes again.

However, she finds herself staring at his full, chapped lips and imagining what it would be like to kiss them. She catches herself thinking about this and many other things on a regular basis.

For example, how would his rough calloused hands feel against the silky skin of her thighs when he raised her off the ground and pressed her up against a wall, or placed her on top of a kitchen counter?

But she wouldn’t tell anyone, let alone Eddie, about her thoughts or feelings she’s been harboring for him since she moved into Forest Hills Trailer Park two years ago because her fear of rejection is strong.

She had experienced emotional whiplash because of how quickly and deeply she had fallen in love with Eddie Munson. She’d been residing at the trailer park for about three weeks when Eddie approached her when she was sitting at the picnic table, reading her copy of F/B while wearing her headphones and listening to Guns ‘N’ Roses. She was immediately drawn to his beautiful, large brown eyes. She often finds herself becoming lost in them. Just like she is right now.

Eddie moves his hands to cup her face as if her were reading her mind and then closes the space between them, placing a soft kiss to her lips.

The kiss is hesitant and unsure at first, and he pulls back just enough to gage her reaction. As soon as his lips had touched hers, she closed her eyes. She tucks her bottom lip between her teeth and opens her eyes to look into his as he studies her face.

“I love you,” she whispers before she can stop herself, her brain malfunctioning from the kiss. While Eddie’s eyes widen in surprise, his smile grows bigger.

“I love you too,” he replies, kissing her more boldly this time as his arms wrap around her waist, drawing her closer to him.

#acewritesfics repost #eddie munson #eddie munson x #stranger things #stranger things x reader

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everythingboutbooks · 1 year

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Call Me By Your Name - André Aciman

the reason why elio and oliver call each other by their own names:

the whole "call me by your name and i'll call you by mine" thing is something that i don't really see people discuss a lot online, which is pretty unfortunate because it holds great meaning.

i thought about this a lot, but wasn't really able to find an answer myself. while researching i came upon an explanation by alissa wilkinson published in an article in the vox (source: https://www.vox.com/platform/amp/2017/11/21/16552862/call-me-by-your-name-review-timothee-chalamet-armie-hammer).

before going into that we have to recall the importance of "old arts" for the story.

arts from ancient greece and rome, as well as old literature and music are frequent in the story. oliver is an archeologist, elio reads old books and transcribes music from composers like bach and listz. the tale of the knight and the princess with the iconic line "is it better to speak or to die?" is also fairly old.

calling each other by their own names is yet another reference to old art, this time specifically to greek mythology, as wilkinson explains.

she refers back to the myth of how zeus created people. here's a quick summary of that myth:

in the beginning zeus created people with four arms and four legs, as well as two faces. he feared that the humans might be too powerful, so he used lightning to split them all in half (hence why we only have two arms and legs and one face now). those 'half-people' were damned to search for their other missing half all their lives. without them, they felt lost, empty, hopeless. once they'd find each other, they'd feel whole again and would be able to live in love with each other forever.

in a way, this is the ancient greek concept of soulmates.

now, apply this concept to elio and oliver:

when elio meets oliver, he ultimately finds his other half. not just metaphorically, but literally. taking the greek myth into consideration, oliver would literally be the other half of elio that was split off him by zeus (and of course the other way around as well). when they come together again they become whole. in a way, elio becomes part of oliver and oliver becomes part of elio. they are themselves individually, but they are also each other.

in the book it is frequently more prominent how much elio wishes to become part of oliver, becoming one, even. it's not necessarily meant in relation to sex. so rather than becoming one through the closeness of sexual intimacy, elio primarily wishes to become one person with oliver. in relation to the myth, this describes elio's thrive to come together with his other half again.

in conclusion, aciman literally wrote elio and oliver to be soulmates, which may explain why aciman still, despite all the heartbreak and damage, chooses to give them a happy ending in the sequel novel Find Me.

i honestly find this reference extremely fascinating. being able to create reference like that gives the novel so much depth and meaning, and it also a highly valuable skill to be able to connect different devices this way. once again aciman proves how much of an incredibly writer he really is.

#call me by your name #cmbyn #book analysis #movie analysis #cmbyn analysis #elio perlman #oliver cmbyn #greek mythology #ancient origins #literature

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Hi! I'm a newer follower, so I'm sorry if you get asked this a lot. I really admire your bookbinding, and was wondering whether you have any recommendations on good sources for learning how? I've done a bit of reading on my own but it's quite intimidating! Thanks so much for sharing what you do.

Aw, thank you! And haha, you're okay, it comes up occasionally, but it's been a while and tumblr's search function is erratic at best. And I'm pretty sure my answer changes every time! So let's see where I'm at right now.

So, my personal style of learning isn't suited to everyone. I like to throw myself at projects past my skill level, because a lot of my craft hobbies are ultimately about thrill-seeking. I'm launching myself into spaces where an unmitigated success would be delightful but unlikely, and a total failure would be devastating, but I'm pretty decent at hitting the mixed success zone where I don't get so frustrated that i quit. Some people have a much lower frustration threshold than I do, or find the uncertainty much more stressful than I do.

But the end point is that I just yeeted myself into the hobby like 'I'M GONNA BIND THIS WEBNOVEL' despite not knowing anything about anything, and fully aware that I would be unhappy with the results. If I recall correctly, that was a coptic binding of the first half of svsss, and I don't think I ever went back to finish the other half that time, haha. On the one hand, it was thrilling! A book that was only online was now in my hand! And at that point, an official license seemed laughable. On the other hand, wow, this typesetting is bad to look at, the book is too wiggly, and I don't like the open spine. When I did my first casebinding, well! There were a whole lot of new issues, but still, the thrill! It was a flawed book, but a cooler one than I'd ever made before!

My approach isn't for everyone. For me, gotta go fast works, but I've seen people take their time, move carefully, and post a GORGEOUS first book. Mine depends on you having the time, money, and motivation to iterate on your process to improve to the point where you're HAPPY. I learn best by doing, and now I'll go into deeper research dives about like, styles of endpapers, but that totally overwhelmed me when I was starting out, I still get overloaded and frustrated when I read resources by the kind of highly-trained bookbinders who insist there's one BEST way to do a technique, and I get very very annoyed by how some resources make this hobby feel so... inaccessible.

So! Accessible resources. Here's a general list someone else wrote, but I'm going to do my own thing too

https://www.google.com/amp/s/hiveswap.tumblr.com/post/677512645592694784/bookbinding-resources-masterpost/amp

First, let me toss one youtube channel your way. I started casebinding using SeaLemon as a reference. I outgrew her stuff fairly quickly, there are other youtubers who cover a LOT of in-depth ground, but das bookbinding and glenn malkin and company just overwhelmed me at first. She also has another video on making your own bookcloth at home, which is still the method I use for most of my books.

https://youtu.be/Av_rU-yOPd4

Then, communities. I started off in this solo, I was happily chugging along, and a few books in, I was pointed in the direction of renegade publishing, which is a fun collective focused on the binding of fanfiction (though other bindings are welcome too). I'll link their dreamwidth, though they do have other social media too, including a tumblr and discord. There are resources they shared, but I'll call out one in particular. One of the founders has a guide for going from ao3 to book that has seen some traction over the last few years, though like with SeaLemon, I started in there, and soon wandered off to freehand the process instead.

Fair warning, though, their discord (18+, sometimes nsfw) especially is large, and it moves quickly. It's a great place to ask for advice, but there are a Lot of people talking. This may be great for you, or it may be overwhelming! I'm fairly comfortable in there at this point, but I'm an asocial dweeb and it took me a while to get comfortable talking.

https://renegadepublishing.dreamwidth.org/

https://docs.google.com/document/u/0/d/11JyVxeRS8yEWgCYrNMUPlNrEbR5AAD3Z2aDP-QXEP3Y/mobilebasic

Then, a second community! The r/bookbinding discord (sfw). I think they got their start with the reddit group, but they aren't affiliated these days, the name is there for clarity and continuity. The group is focused on general bookbinding, and though fanfic is welcome, it's not a focus. It's a quieter place, which makes it much easier to follow conversations without being constantly online. This one also maintains a list of resources, and they also have channels for newsletters and for youtube uploads from the major bookbinding channels. It's a lovely place as well, people here are nice and helpful

https://discord.gg/thbraMNn

I think that's what I've got for now! My personal recommendation remains to pick a project and throw yourself in, and to deal with any speedbumps as they come up. But SeaLemon is a good starter educational resource, and these two communities are both used to helping newbies through figuring out the process. I hope that helps!

#spock replies #long post/#crafts #bookbinding

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dhr-ao3 · 8 days

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Books & Bullying

Books & Bullying https://ift.tt/oeviH8x by galaxy_skies Hermione had left the book – muggle and uninteresting – behind when she’d left the library, half in tears over Draco’s constant sniping commentary whilst they'd written their essays. He’d pocketed it as a matter of course – to hex it or throw at her head, whichever was more enjoyable in the imagined future moment – but when Quidditch practice got cancelled and Theo and Blaise were busy with their own last-minute essays, he’d found himself bored enough to read it. Draco sprawled out over one of the sofas, stomach down and his chin in his hand. Words: 1751, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 18 of Dramione Month 2024 Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Pansy Parkinson Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Hogwarts, Books, Reading, Pride and Prejudice References, Enemies to Lovers, Bullying, Kissing via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/ZPmw6tc September 18, 2024 at 09:55PM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

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Only Friends Music EP 8 part 2/2

Part one covers most of first half of Ep8, or you can find other episodes on my pinned comment.

[2/2] continued

Song: Lost In a Dream by Wellmess Scene: Atom approaches Boston at the bar Type: Vocal

Lyrics in the show:

Suddenly you ran from me Nothing will ever be what it used to be Suddenly you hide from me I found myself lost in a dream And I called you lover Now you call me friend

Lyrics continue:

You ran away Slip away Our love is fading day by day And on the days Always stay Somewhere deep down within me And I, I still call you lover And you don't, you don't call me friend, oh Wait 'til I'm free And I'll show you me Wait 'til I'm free And I will show you, I will show you me I will show you me, just call me lover again, Just call me lover again

Last time this was played was when Sand was walking out of the bar with Amp, the girl he was going to go home with before Ray interrupted. Then, it seemed to be a prophecy of Ray and Sand’s problems and loop. They fight, make up, are ‘friends’, are lovers, fight, make up. And all the time opening up slowly to each other.

Here, at the beginning of the scene, Boston is looking at a picture of Nick. Boston pushed Nick away, is angry, but still seems to miss him. He’s “lost in a dream”, as Atom comes up to him at the bar. They sit and drink, talking about Atom’s girlfriend. He says his girlfriend is jealous, tagging along to the bar to keep an eye on him. And Boston agrees, “A relationship that lacks trust and freedom is a dead end.” Boston’s upset over Nick still, even if he misses him.

An interesting lyric is:

I will show you me, Just call me lover again

It stays in line with the themes of honesty and sincerity that run through the show. Another song would be (Stay) True, from ep 3, when Ray and Sand are making out in the car after the pool party.

No matter who or when or what will others say Just find your way And try to stay True

If nothing else, be true to yourself.

Song: Goodbye Denver by Eric Feinber Scene: Flashback with Top and Mew at the bookstore Type: Vocal

It’s a nostalgic song, slow, with acoustic guitar, and plays as Mew thinks about being with Top in the bookstore. When Mew is interrupted by Ray, he might be realize he isn’t quite over Top. In his cooling anger, he remembers good times with Top, and thinks he needs to say goodbye, what he's been doing isn't enough to get over Top.

After the flashback, the music dies out, and in the quiet, the conversation between Ray and Mew could be a parallel to their relationship. There is no background music, until Mew seems to shake himself out of thoughts of the past, bringing up

R: “Have you found the book your looking for?” - Have you found what you are looking for? (healing? serenity? a way of getting over Top?)

M: “Not yet, but I’ll keep looking. If you're bored, you can wait in the café” - If you are bored with me, you can go somewhere else and wait.

R: “I’m not bored. Take your time, Don’t worry about me.”

M: “But I’m bored.”

R: “Of me?”

M: “No, of myself”

Song: Suddenly Deeply Interested by Blue Topaz Scene: Ray and Mew talking in the bookstore Type: Vocal

Only the bassline starts after Mew turns to face Ray, “I think I’m too plain somehow”, and continues under Mew asking Ray for a party. Mew might be frustrated with how he was reminiscing about Top, and not actually having that connection with Ray. The interest that the song’s name refers to might be Mew’s interest in trying to get over Top, interest in trying Ray’s specialty: Partying. It could also be irony, they are both using the other to get what they think they want, like in the song from the very start of the episode, Brings back the Feeling by Daniel Gunnarsson, they’re searching for that interest that they think they should have with each other. They have to figure out how to get all the pieces to fall into place.

Song: I Don't Give a Damn (feat. Kitty Lingmerth) by Vivera Scene: Invitations go out for the party and at the party Type: Vocal

Lyrics in the show:

I don’t mind their snake eyes Following my every move I don’t care what they think of me But it’s plain to see, yeah

I don’t care what they say Games they play That don’t bother me

Their shitty plans Won’t stain my hands I’ve got a fist with a finger And a pocket full of sand And I don’t really give a And I don’t really give a

Lyrics continue not in the show:

Hmm, they try to be bad To the bone Acting so oldschool bulletproof Coming on so hard and all But push a cornerstone And the house will fall, hey

They try to make me Smile and agree Try to bust and break And fry me

Their shitty plans Won’t stain my hands I’ve got a fist with a finger And a pocket full of sand And I don’t really give a I don’t really give a

I don’t really give a damn Damn, damn Got my pocket full of sand Sand, sand I don’t really give a damn Damn, damn You can read it in my hand

The handclaps in the song start as Mew begins to plan the Halloween party at the bookstore with Ray. Drums start as the invitations are sent out, then lyrics start at the party scene.

I don’t care what they say Games they play That don’t bother me

Their shitty plans Won’t stain my hands I’ve got a fist with a finger And a pocket full of sand

After the song Goodbye Denver, where he catches himself thinking of Top fondly, this song seems to be Mew aggressively trying to numb himself. Mew is deciding not to care by any means possible, people, partying, drinking, Ray, drugs, he’ll try them all if it means not feeling anything. He’s angry because he is hurt and so trying to numb the pain.

Song: The Kill by Particle House Scene: Mew does coke with Ray Type: Vocal

Lyrics in show:

Something's wrong But you're moving on To the danger zone Golden smiles And flickering lights It's all chemical And you can't get out For the rest of your life You'll be stuck inside these walls Apologize And get on with the lies You have done it all before And you leave again Disappear into the night Getting closer And they crawl into your sight And they say The kill is never wrong The kill will make you strong

Lyrics continue, not in show:

Dark red clouds Cover the sky Keep your head down low (keep it low) Turn around And walk to the sound On the radio I keep getting high, too high The words you said and all the love we shared (ooh) I keep getting stronger, to make Everything pass when you're not there (you're not there) (Will you let me say your prayer?) And you leave again (again) Disappear into the night (tonight) Getting closer And they crawl into your sight And they say (Yeah they say) The kill is never wrong The kill will make you strong (oh make ya strong)

Song starts as Mew does coke. Ray thanks Mew for giving him a chance, and Mew says Ray is the one he should love.

Golden smiles And flickering lights It's all chemical

Ray asks if Mew feels anything, and Mew says no, which could be a commentary on their relationship. Mew “should” feel love for Ray, he “should” be feeling the effects of coke. Even if the colors and lights seem brighter, his feelings lighter, it’d be artificial, chemical. And Mew doesn’t feel love for Ray like that, so he suggests going downstairs instead of kissing Ray.

Song: Lbd by Filthy The Kid Scene: Ray and Mew rejoin the party, meet Top Type: Vocal, Playful

LBD is a party song, upbeat and fun. Starts as Ray and Mew go downstairs and continues through to the preview of part 3. It quiets as Mew asks Top “What the hell are you doing here?” and the chant “Party! Party!” starts when Top takes Mew’s hand, “What are you doing this for?” The song, the party, the drugs, cigarettes, the costumes, and kissing Ray are all not Mew. He didn’t plan the party with his friends, the last 2 of the 3 songs are aggressive, trying drugs, kissing Ray all are very outside Mew’s ‘normal’. Then add the fact that everyone is dressed up in costumes, pretending to be things they are not, adds another layer, visually.

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Song: Got Me Trippin by Secret City Scene: Nick and Sand talking about Boston Type: Playful

The song starts as Nick and Sand talk about Boston, "What you're doing is like moving on in a circle." Nick's hung up on Boston, just wants to see him. “Got me trippin” plays as Nick sees Boston, it mostly goes on without much change, except for a horn that plays as Boston looks past Nick. It slowly fades out as Boston makes it clear he is not interested and stops when he says, “and why are you telling me?”

Song: Twisted metal by John Bjork Scene: Boston and Nick talk at the party Type: Vocal

This song played earlier when Top saw Mew smoking. Boston’s indifference hurts like a knife twisting. Gone is Nick’s confidence, unable to answer Boston’s question. “What can I do to earn your forgiveness?” Boston tells Nick that he needs to leave him alone, confronting Nick with what he did wrong. Nick retorts that Boston also did wrong, again, but Boston doesn’t hear it, he’s too hurt.

Song: I'm Indestructible by OTE

Scene: Sand almost kisses Freddie Mercury

Type: Vocal

Starts with Sand and Freddie Mercury Guy talking about Freddie Mercury, and being bi. Lyrics are very simple

Leading me higher Leading me higher I was found here You'll come around here I was found here You'll come around here I was found here You'll come around here Oh, can’t you see now It’s not for me now I was found here You'll come around here I was found here You'll come around here Leading me higher Leading me higher Leading me higher Leading me higher

Ray finds Sand. It's an angry song, and Sand isn't happy to be found by Ray. Especially since he had mentioned earlier to Nick that they were both supposed to be moving on. The song continues while Ray sits with them, and aggressively kisses Sand. It stops as Sand pushes Ray away from him.

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Songs: Quell Fear and Down the Spiral by Jon Bjork Scene: Sand pushes Ray Type: Vocal

I wanted to talk about both of these songs, Quell Fear is the bass and piano music that plays behind Ray and Sand fighting. The piano starts when Ray says "Stop fooling yourself Sand. You like me." Ray tries to quell his fear of losing Sand in the worst way possible. He's assertive, jealous, and says what he shouldn't while high. Which leads to Sand pushing Ray away, physically and with his words, "I will not be your second option."

Down the Spiral starts as Sand walks away after pushing Ray down. Mew kissed Ray in front of Top then left him, and now Sand has lost his patience and left him. Next time we see Ray is passed out on the couch, apparently after doing more drugs by himself.

Song: The Sound of Peace by Eric Feinberg Scene: Top sits by a drunk mew on the floor Type: Vocal:

The first time this played was in episode 2, after Ray told Sand about his mother’s death, and Sand tried to cheer him up. The second time was when Mew kissed Top on the cheek, right before Top goes to see Boston in episode 3. Here, it starts as Top sits by a drunk and high Mew. Mew isn’t combative anymore, just sad, “Why do you have to be an asshole, Top”. Earlier there was a song called “Is this Serenity?” when Top talked to Mew in the bathroom, asking if this is what he wanted. Here it’s almost an answer, that no, what Mew wants is Top to be who he thought Top was.

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Song: ฤดูกาล 25 Hours Scene: Top takes care of Mew Type: Vocal

Lyrics, translated by the show:

The season is about to change The storm will soon be over But it’s not just the wind that will disappear It takes you with it, far away from here What I am doing after this Is resist that strong wind No matter how much pain I must take in I’ll wait until you’re back by my side You keep my dreams so much alive I insist on waiting I will be here loving To keep us together, I’ll do anything I hope everything goes back to its old way When we meet again one day The world whirls and things between us end Days pass, but the world will whirl back again What I am doing after this Is wait right here Live all alone And never change my mind I’ll wait until you’re back by my side You keep my dreams so much alive I insist on waiting I will be here loving To keep us together, I’ll do anything

Starts as Top leans over Mew in bed, and starts to take care of him. Top will wait, hoping for Mew’s anger to blow over like a storm. In the next episode he starts to show up more, inserting himself into Mew’s life. Mew is quietly angry about it, but not as combative as he was this episode. His self destructiveness may have given Top hope, since Mew is obviously not happy with the new lifestyle or Ray, and seems to be partially self destructing to get back at Top.

We see shots of Ray passed out on a couch, Cheum and April sitting on the couch, Sand comforting Nick on their way out, and Boston leaving the house. They all want things to go back to how it was, hoping that their personal storms will pass one day.

I did cut some songs at the end of ep8, but the main one was Season, ฤดูกาล. If you did like Glitch Hopper, the techno song at the end of ep8, check out

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But that's it for ep8! Thank you for reading, and thank you @rocketturtle4 for editing. And @shouldiusemyname for being patient with me.

Here's the master list if you'd like to read other episodes

Here's a link to EP8 part 1

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