#Cinema and Draft House

[cinellieroll]

☆ random aot headcanons!

eren, armin, mikasa, sasha, connie <3

cw: modern au, slight angst but nothing too graphic. there might be grammar errors too bc fuck proofreading honestly

small note: so the reason why i took so long to post is because i had to do a lot of things and my old draft got fucking DELETED and that affected my motiviation to write so...im so sorry 😭

armin:

- during armins childhood he used to be scared of dogs until he came over eren's house often. his fear of dogs eventually disappeared. (i hc that erens family had a dog that time and its a german shepherd)

- armin has had his own small shelf of books ever since he was a baby! he got his bookwork attitude from his father.

- meanwhile he got his manipulating skills from his mama (and no i don't mean this in a bad way. armins mom is a girlboss.)

- went to church every sunday when he was young till his early teens. eventually stopped because he became more and more devoted in school.

- every year he looks forward to vacations the most because thats where he gets to visit his other relatives in the province! they live nearby the ocean and armin always receives trinkets and seashells from them.

- if you ever get to live with armin expect a lot of magnets on the fridge. especially if they're beach related like seashells, squids and fish!

- always has chapstick everywhere he goes especially in school because he has a bad habit of biting on the skin on his lips.

- loaded with stationery bro like you name it, he has it

- he's kind of a picky eater and also has a few allergies like shrimp or a specific fish.

eren:

- had a lot of game merch as a kid. minecraft, fortnite, etc. you name it, he has it.

- very much a computer addict during his teenage years. his parents constantly scolded him for it and they eventually got tired of scolding him lmao

- has been sent to the guidance quite many times because of his recklessness. like every fucking school year you'll hear my boy in the guidance.

- the fact that jean has teased him way too many times because of it doesn't help

- one of those bitches who turns their pfp into a black screen and posts on his story "hiatus." then comes back the next day

- mikasa was mainly the one who taught him to drive, including levi

- road rage thats all im sayin

- during elementary and highschool there's never a day where he doesn't fall asleep in class. usually falls asleep in math or history

- always compares heights with mikasa to sew if he finally grew taller than her

mikasa:

- entered her goth phase once she reached highschool

- from other peoples perspective, they'd think miksasa would be a smoker but in truth she actually hates it. one of her main priorities are self care after all

- very strict with her work out routine. she can't miss a day of it unless it's her cheat day

- her cheat day is like once every 3 months bro

- but it's good for you because she lets you join her. if you're lucky she'll let you sit on your back while she does push ups ;)

- joined jujitsu and taekwando with eren when they were younger

- started walking to school by her own or with eren and armin when she turned 15

- always rolls her eyes or side eye people unintentionally

- very protective of her girl friends. if you're close enough with her she'll always accompany you everywhere like how she does with eren. she's constantly asking where you are on weekends and on school days she'll be waiting for you outside your classroom breaks.

sasha:

- enjoys and i mean ENJOYS going to the mall and always look forward to cinemas. she'll invite all her friends for a good movie date!

- her favorite genre is horro and likes to watch conjuring with connie.

- her favorite color is purple and yellow!

- another one who falls asleep in class alongside connie

- after school convenience store hangoutd are very common when you're friends with her!

- if you're in a friend group with her and you feel left out, she'll most likely be the one to notice.

- no worries, she'll make you feel right at home!

- (istg this is the reason why ppl cry over her death i lub her sm..)

- very loud and obnoxious laughs but its okay because it's sasha

connie:

- is a basketball varsity student! to be honest he likes every sport where he gets to run and jump alot because it "fuels" something inside of him

- no school items whatsoever like he lost all of them after a month. he prays for the best and just picks up pens and pencils on the ground.

- always does bets with his friends. usually consists of who will treat everyone free food after school

- likes banana icecream / popsicles. like the ones where you peel it and stuff. also a slurpee lover. dude he just buys anything he finds delicious in the store

- sings out loud in the hallways when he's in an especially good mood. bro he got scoldes by the teachers once

- mainly teases jean out of all his friends but i feel like thats already canon

- HE DOES THAT THING THAT OLDER BROTHERS DO WHERE THEY BLOCK YOU AND DO A BASKETBALL MOVE ISTG ITS INFURIATINGGGGG

- also glides his hand on the ceilings when he gets the chance

- his bag smells like ass

[canirove]

My neighbour Rúben | Chapter 1

Summary: Have you ever watched this movie Scarlett Johansson and Chris Evans did before Marvel called “The Nanny Diaries”? It's about a girl, Scarlett's character, who finds herself working as a nanny for a very rich family, and Chris happens to be her hot and very cute neighbour. And something very similar is what has happened to me, neighbour included. Though in my case, mine is very cute and very hot. And handsome. The most handsome man I have ever seen. And his name is Rúben.

Author's note: This story has been finished and waiting in my drafts since 2022. I wrote it as a new and different version of "The Nanny Diaries" (my story with Ben Chilwell) because I didn't like it, and then I ended not liking this one either 🙈 But time passed, I read it again recently, thought it was cute… And here we are, having now both of them posted when they weren't supposed to 😅 I hope you like it, and as always, thank you for reading! 💜

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Have you ever watched this movie Scarlett Johansson and Chris Evans did before Marvel called “The Nanny Diaries”? It's about a girl, Scarlett's character, who finds herself working as a nanny for a very rich family with a spoiled kid and Chris is her hot and very cute neighbour. And something very similar is what has happened to me, but let's start from the beginning.

My entire life was designed to achieve one goal: become the best piano player in the country. Or in the continent if my father got too excited. And since I can remember, I've been glued to one.

While my friends were going out to the park, I was going to my teacher's house to practice. While my friends were meeting to go shopping or watch a movie at the cinema, I was practicing. While my friends were going out clubbing and meeting boys and girls, I was going early to bed because I had practice in the morning. And while my friends were choosing a career path they liked and enjoyed and moving to different cities all around the country, I only had one option: playing the piano and moving to Manchester, where the best teacher lived. 

The weather sucks, yes. But it isn't such an ugly city as they say, and all the people I met were lovely and very welcoming. Unless you are fighting with them for a spot on the next recital or to get the next scholarship. That's when things get nasty, and that's how you end up with broken fingers and the dreams your parents had for you shattered. Because becoming the best piano player of my generation wasn't my dream, it was theirs. Or my father’s to be precise.

So when Anastasia Hamilton pushed me down the stairs and I found myself with two broken fingers on my left hand, a sprained ankle and my body covered in bruises, I didn't complain. Well, that's a lie. I complained and cried because it hurt like hell. But I didn't complain when they told me I wouldn't be able to play the piano like I used to due to one of my fingers not healing properly despite being treated by the best doctors. I didn't complain because I was finally free. If I wanted to play, I would be doing it because I wanted to, not because it was my job, because I had to, because my future depended on it. Now I was free to finally follow my dreams and not my parents’. Or that's what I thought.

I told them I wanted to take a gap year to figure out what to do with my life, but they said no. They had decided that I should study to become a music teacher, to help others achieve what I hadn't been able to. We argued, they said that if I wanted to do anything different it would not be with their money, I said ok, and I found myself alone in Manchester with barely any money or a place to live.

And that's when I crossed paths with Julia. 

I had gone to the shopping centre to see if anyone was looking for a waitress or someone to fold t-shirts in a shop, when I saw her crying in the middle of one of the corridors, most people walking past her and ignoring her. 

"Hey, are you ok?" I said, kneeling in front of her. "Where are your parents?"

"Quiero a mi mamá" she sobbed. That was why people were ignoring her. She only spoke Spanish and they didn't understand her. But, lucky me, I used to go to the north of Spain for music summer camp and I can speak it fluently. 

"¿Dónde está tu mamá?" Where is your mum? 

"No lo sé. Estaba comprando una taza fea y..." Her mum was buying an ugly mug. I couldn't help but laugh at that.

"Ok, let’s go find her.” Where we were most shops only sold clothes, but I remembered I had just walked past a Zara Home. Maybe she was there? "Come" I said, grabbing her hand. She didn't say a word and just followed me, her sobs turning into hiccups. 

"Julia!" a woman screamed the moment we turned the corner. "Oh, Julia, I thought I had lost you!" 

"Mami!" the kid said, letting go of my hand and throwing herself at the woman. "Me perdí y esta chica me ayudó."

"Did you help her?" the woman asked me.

"I saw her crying and that people were ignoring her, and I decided to check on her. She was speaking Spanish and I think that's why most people were walking past her, because they weren't able to understand her."

"Oh, she always does that when she gets upset. Do you speak Spanish?"

"Yup."

"Oh, you are an angel" the woman said, hugging her daughter a bit tighter. "I don't know how I'm gonna be able to thank you."

"Knowing that she's alright is enough, don’t worry."

"No, no, no. You must allow me to do something for you. What do you say, Julia. Should we invite this wonderful angel to have lunch with us?"

"Yes!" Julia said, her English coming back. "We'll bake you a chocolate cake! Do you like chocolate cake?"

"I actually do, yes" I smiled.

"Then it's settled. Let me give you my card, it has my office phone number on it" Julia's mum said, opening her bag. "Call tomorrow morning and we'll schedule that lunch together."

"Ok. Thank you."

"Thank you" the woman said, giving me a hug. "My name us Lucía, by the way. But you can call me Lucy like everyone in this country does."

"Nice to meet you, Lucy."

Lucía, Lucy. A Spanish lawyer specialized in divorces, and the divorces of very wealthy people. Which meant that when I arrived at her house for that lunch date, I found myself before one of the most expensive apartment buildings in the city. 

"Are you coming in, miss?" the doorman asked.

"Yes, hi, sorry. Do I have to tell you where I'm going or..."

"You don't look like a thief" the man chuckled.

"I'm not, I promise. I'm meeting with Lucy and Julia."

"Oh, yes. Miss Julia said a friend was coming for lunch today. An angel."

"That must be me" I said, blushing a bit.

"Then welcome, miss" the man said, opening the building's door. "Do you know their floor number?"

"Yes, the 7th. Letter B."

"That’s the one. Call for the lift and push the number, their house will be the one to your right."

"Thank you very much, sir."

"My pleasure, miss" the man said with a smile. Roger. The loveliest man you'll ever meet.

"So glad you could make it" Lucy said after opening the door, giving me a hug. 

"Angel!" Julia screamed, coming to also hug me. "You came!"

"Of course I did."

"She’s decided to start calling you angel because of what I said at the shopping centre. I hope you don’t mind.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry" I smiled.

“Come, let me show you my room" Julia said, grabbing my hand and forcing me to follow her.

After a tour around the house and its many rooms, we were back in the living room, one where the small flat I was renting thanks to some money my grandparents had been sending me without my parents knowing, could perfectly fit.

"Is that a real piano?" I asked Julia.

"It's daddy's" she said. "We used to play together."

"That's lovely." My dad never played with me just for fun. It always was about practice, practice... And oh, yes, more practice.

"Do you play?" Lucy asked me.

"Since I was Julia's age."

"Oh, that's wonderful! Why don't you play something for us while we wait for our food?"

"Sure" I said, sitting in front of the huge black piano. It was a very expensive one like everything else on that building.

"Daddy used to play that!" Julia said when she recognized the song. "Hey Jude, don't make it bad... Mami, why are you crying?" she asked her when we finished.

"Because it was beautiful, sweetheart. And you play so well" Lucy told me. "Have you ever thought about giving lessons?"

"Not really..."

"Julia started to take them a few months ago, but her teacher... Had other things to do, so now she doesn't have one. Would you like to take her place?"

"Me?" 

"Yes, angel! Be my teacher!" Julia said, clapping her hands and jumping.

That was what my parents had wanted me to do. To become a teacher. I wasn't going to be doing it at the music school, but this still was teaching, right? And I liked Lucy and Julia a lot despite only knowing them for just a few hours. 

"I'll do it" I said. "I'll be Julia's teacher."

"Oh, perfect!" Lucy smiled. "When can you start?"

"Whenever you want. I have nothing else to do" I shrugged.

"Then tomorrow. I have to work, so maybe you could pick up Julia from school, bring her here and start your lessons? I'll pay you for that extra time."

"Ok" I nodded.

I had found a job, one that I liked, and one that was going to pay me handsomely judging by the numbers Lucy had mentioned while doing a draft of my contract. 

I was so busy thinking about all that, checking the details she had given me about Julia's school, that I hadn’t noticed the lift had made it to the lobby and the doors were open. 

“Are you going up again?” a male voice said.

“Uh?” I replied, lifting my eyes from my phone. And what did they see? The most handsome man you could ever imagine.

“Are you going up again?” he repeated.

“I…” I had forgotten how to speak. I may have not been wearing an ugly costume like Scarlett in one of the scenes where she met Chris Evans, but I had my jaw on the floor and definitely was making a fool of myself. “No” I finally managed to say.

“So… are you leaving, then?” he asked, trying to hide a smile.

“Yes” I said, still looking at him. Was he real? He was real. When he stopped the lift’s door from closing again, taking a step forward towards me, I saw that he was very real. “Thank you. Sorry. I’m leaving” I blurted out, my brain finally remembering how speaking worked. Kind of.

“It’s ok” he replied with a smile. No, not a smile. A smirk. One that made everything inside me turn upside down. “Bye” he said, walking inside the lift and letting go of the doors, disappearing behind them while I just stared. He must have thought I was stupid. A creep. Or both. But what else are you supposed to do when you find yourself face to face with the hottest man in planet earth?

“Miss, are you alright?” I heard Roger say from the door.

“Yes, yes. Just… Processing what just happened. That I got a job, I mean” I quickly added, noticing how he was arching an eyebrow, his eyes moving to the lift. 

“Oh, those are great news, miss. Congratulations.”

“Thank you. I guess you’ll be seeing more of me from now on.”

And hopefully, I would be seeing more of him too. Of the hot neighbour, my own Chris Evans. Though later on I would find out that his name wasn’t Chris, that would have been too much of a coincidence.

His name was Rúben. 

[hpowellsmith]

Honor Bound Progress Report: November #2

I've been a little sick this fortnight, but I'm on the mend now. I drafted Chapter 6 of Honor Bound, submitted Chapter 5 and Chapter 6 to my editor, and have done my edits for both chapters. I've also started planning and coding Chapter 7, a chapter which is going to involve a lot of Peril. Once I've balanced the difficulty, I'm looking forward to writing it next week!

Honor Bound current wordcount: 258800

Honor Bound fortnight's wordcount: 19,840

Honor Bound current playthrough length: 66,221 (longer than Creme de la Creme now!)

In other news, I made a poll asking what people think about the genders of the Honor Bound characters, check it out! I got to the cinema and watched Saltburn last week, and you can read some of my chaotic thoughts here. I didn't think it was a...great film by any means but the actors did a great job with what they had and it gave me a lot to think about, which is nice as I don't go to the cinema much. Plus I am always up for alarming happenings in posh houses.

Hope you all have a good weekend!

[girlactionfigure]

For Engineers Week 2023, we're honoring Hedy Lamarr - the glamorous movie star from the black-and-white era of film who co-invented a device that helped make possible the development of GPS, Bluetooth, and Wi-Fi technology!

Born in Austria in 1914, the mathematically talented Lamarr moved to the US in 1937 to start a Hollywood career. Throughout the 1930s and 1940s, she was considered one of cinema's leading ladies and made numerous films; however, her passion for engineering is far less known today. Her interest in inventing was such that she set up an engineering room in her house complete with a drafting table and wall of engineering reference books. With the outbreak of World War II, Lamarr wanted to apply her skills to helping the war effort and, motivated by reports of German U-boats sinking ships in the Atlantic, she began investigating ways to improve torpedo technology.

After Lamar met composer George Antheil, who had been experimenting with automated control of musical instruments, together they hit on the idea of "frequency hopping." At the time, radio-controlled torpedoes could easily be detected and jammed by broadcasting interference at the frequency of the control signal, thereby causing the torpedo to go off course. Frequency hopping essentially served to encrypt the control signal because it was impossible for a target to scan and jam all of the frequencies.

Lamarr and Antheil were granted a patent for their invention on August 11, 1942, but the US Navy wasn't interested in applying their groundbreaking technology until twenty years later when it was used on military ships during a blockade of Cuba in 1962. Lamarr and Antheil's frequency-hopping concept serves as a basis for the spread-spectrum communication technology used in GPS, Wi-Fi and Bluetooth devices. Unfortunately, Lamarr's part in its development has been largely overlooked and her efforts weren't recognized until 1997, when the Electronic Frontier Foundation gave her an award for her technological contributions. Hedy Lamarr passed away in 2000 at the age of 85 and, in 2014, she was as long last inducted into the National Inventors Hall of Fame for her invention of a "Secret Communication System" many years ago.

A Mighty Girl

[queenofpurgatoryq]

KURAK GÜNLER / BURNİNG DAYS

TD;lr: Turkish goverment is trying to mess up a movie with a queer storyline, its a great movie and you should watch it to support it.

9/10

Besides the stunning cinematography and excellent acting by all of the leads (especially Selahattin Paşalı), this movie is a setting stone for Turkish cinema for a political reason, too.

TURKISH GOVERMENT AND QUEER SUBTEXT

Without giving the plot away, I want to note that while I would not consider this movie as 'queer cinema' it has a storyline revolving around its two male leads, their chemistry is undeniable and one of the main drivers of the story.

The spoiler free version is that, there is a queer relationship and even while it does not have explicit scenes, it has been getting a lot of attention from right wing media from the moment it aired in festivals. After negative press about "homosexual propoganda" the ministry of culture decised to "get their funding back, with interest."

This is the most pathatic thing I've ever heard tbh. The movie's first draft apparently did not include a queer aspect to the two leads' relationship and the ministery approved to support it. (Its an art house film that was suppose to attend many festivals world wide and it is currently doing so.) Then they revised the script and sent it to do the ministery as well, 20 months ago. And now they want their money back because homophobes are mad.

I believe anyone who lives in a country with corruption (I guess most of the world, sadly) will relate heavily to this story and share the frustration of living in an unjust world.

A QUICK SUMMARY WITHOUT SPOILERS

Hopefully you are as pissed as I'm and would like to watch this movie to say 'fuck you' to bigots, you should be able to find it many cities in Turkey and Europe.

The movie revolves around a young prosecutor named Emre and it starts with him moving to a small town. The elections are close and the town has a plotically divided atmosphere and Emre finds himself in the middle of an open case that revolves around the town's water source.

The movie highlights the injustices of a currupt town and a goverment and the helpless feeling of trying to fight this injustices but struggle at every turn. Along side a rape case of a young girl, the town's main focus shifts to a rumor of the nature of two men. This highlights the irony- nobody cares about a Romani girl getting raped, but everybody talks about these men. Its frustrating, the movie set in a setting without water, everybody is thirsty, its hot and its suffocating. The setting creates a helpless feeling in Emre and the viewer.

It is an absolute thriller that had me at the edge of my seat. At Emre's every moment where he stood his ground, I was holding my breath.

QUEER "SUBTEXT"

If you read this far and want to now more and do not care about SPOILERS, go ahead.

The queer relationship revolves around the prosecutor Emre and the town's journalist Murat. Their relationship was definietly beyond subtext, eventhough it was open to intrepretation to how far they have gone with each other, it was clear they were drawn to each other one way or another.

The relationship is beyond subtext because for starters, Murat is introduced as an outcast of the town, a journalist with a sharp tongue and from the start people tell Emre of his 'unorthodox ways'. Murat's sexual oriantation is a talk of the town and its clear that he had been bullied and harrased for a long time. As they get close, both the nature of their relationship is questioned as well as their their stand against town's traditions.

The lack of clear water in town was portrayed stunningly. Especially for Emre's and Murat's relationship. Everytime they were around each other, it was near a lake or a shower and even then they were not able to relax due to external pressure of the events around them.

All in all, Selahhatin Paşalı's portrayel was amazing, his feelings were more subtle and open to intrepretation yet much more powerful in my opinion. I liked that even in very intimiate moment they were calling each other Mr. And called each other with the formal 'you' until the very end.

The main focus of the movie is not their love story yet their dynamic elevates the rest of the story and brings attention to very important topics. I hope it will get the attention it deserves, from outside of Turkey, too.

[the-girl-with-the-glass-heart]

This new horror movie is taking hollywood by storm!

Eduardo was released in theaters in the United States on april 1st, 2023, by ASDFmovie studios. The film grossed over $9 million and received positive reviews from critics who lauded Baker's performance, Gould's direction, and its homages to the films of the Golden Age of Hollywood—particularly The Wizard of Oz (1939)[5] and Mary Poppins (1964).

plot synopsis:

In 1918 during the influenza pandemic, Eduardo is a 20 something year old man living with his mexican immigrant parents on their english homestead while his new wife, Laurel, serves in World War I as a nurse. Eduardo's mother is infirm and paralyzed, and his domineering father insists that he can't be drafted due to agricultural service he should help care for her instead. Eduardo, longing for a more exciting life, spends much of his free time either painting or at the cinema, much to his father's disapproval. However, Eduardo also shows signs of being a disturbed individual, killing small animals and physically abusing his mother when they're alone.

Later at the movie theater, Eduardo meets a young projectionist named Mark who takes a liking to him.

Laurel's wealthy childhood friend, Edd, visits Eduardo, having bought his way out being drafted and hoping to befriend Eduardo. He then tells him of an art contest being held to find the next big artistic genius and the winner will be given their very own art exhibit in london, which Eduardo envisions as a way out of his circumstance. he later sneaks out of the house at night and visits Mark, who shows him a dirty film he acquired in France. He encourages Eduardo to pursue his dreams. Eduardo comments that he cannot abandon his family, and that he wishes "they would just die." scaring Mark.

Eduardo and his father get into a physical altercation over dinner, during which Eduardo shoves his father against the kitchen hearth, resulting in his father suffering life-threatening burns. Eduardo drags him into the basement and leaves his mother seated in the kitchen. He flees to the movie theater, where he gets drunk with Mark.

In the morning, the Mark drives Eduardo back to the farm so he can prepare for the contest, He is perturbed by a now rotten roasted pig Edd left the day prior, as well as his delusional behavior. When he attempts to leave, Eduardo flies into a fit of rage at his abandonment of him, and stabs him to death with a pitchfork before pushing his car—with his corpse in it—into a pond, where an alligator he has nicknamed Ringo eats his remains. Eduardo dresses himself in one of his fathers best suits, and dresses up his mother before smothering her to death, reassuring her that she is loved.

Eduardo arrives at the contest and he presents a few of his finest paintings that he feels will win over the judges, but is devastated when he is rejected for being a minority. Edd accompanies him home in an attempt to console him. In the kitchen, Eduardo makes a lengthy confession to Edd, picturing him as Laurel. He says he hates her so much he just wants her to drop dead.He admitts he only married her cause she had money and he thought she would be his way out but Laurel found his farm life charming and wanted to stay. He asks Edd how Laurel could be so cruel and selfish, insisting she must of known how much he hated his life. He even specifically hid his more psychopathic tendencies so as not to scare her away. Through sobs he pleads that he just wants to feel loved but he can't because something's broken in him, something that makes him want to hurt animals and people. He demands to know what he did to deserve so much pain while people like Edd and Laurel are perfect. All he wants is to break the cycle and get out but he realizes he is not funny, talented, smart, handsome or even a good person. He isn't meant to be happy. Edd is horrified but Eduardo manages to manipulate him into confessing he won the contest and even says Eduardo  deserved it instead. Seething with jealousy, Eduardo chases him down the driveway and kills him with an axe.

Eduardo dismembers Edd's body and feeds his corpse to Ringo, before going into the basement and finally putting his father out of his misery. Concluding that his father was correct and that Eduardo should "make the best of what he has", he decides to remediate his wrongdoings by creating a comfortable home for Laurel when she returns from the war. The next morning, Laurel arrives unexpectedly. In the kitchen, she is horrified to find the bodies of his parents seated at the dining table around the rotting pig. Eduardo greets him with a protracted, pained smile, tears rolling down his face.

[birdy-the-tweet]

Character Catalog

Sir Lance

Lancelot Richmond is the spoiled, entitled, yet noble son of the retired knight Lord Cuthbert Richmond and serves as his father’s successor in the Nexo Knights. He is titled the White Knight and wears the crest of a stallion on his chest.

Family and History

Luxury was a birthright to both Lance and Isabella Richmond, his younger sister. Not only were they direct descendants of Therence Richmond, their elusive grandfather and last living mortal member of the Order of the Eight, but they inherited both family wealth as leaders of Auremville and the semi-immortality of the ancient elves.

Throughout his life, Lance expressed a grand interest in the performing arts. A good chunk of his personal allowance was spent attending the finest theatrical masterpieces and cinema classics the realm could offer, and he even roped Izzy into his appreciation for theater. He might’ve not been the smartest man in the world, but he found a passion for acting and creative ingenuity.

Try as he might and did, however, his parents showed little intrigue in their son’s desired path. Lance argued with them constantly growing up, primarily his father who indulged inhumanely on their fortune and legacy as Richmonds. He even employed squirebots to act as personal servants and do everything for them ranging from brushing their teeth to opening presents during the Candle Festival.

By the time he was nineteen, Lance had struggled academically to the point where he was held back not once but twice. He had attended the Verilain Jousting Tournament twice in his life but was never able to win. The closest he had ever gotten was fourth place, not even in the top three, but he still trained vigorously for the next one when he wasn’t reviewing math lessons from his failed sophomore year. Jousting had become an outlet for him, for it was both a sport and a performance in his eyes.

Besides, he had a secret weapon. At the age of eight, Lance discovered an abandoned stable in the golden woodlands that adorn the courtyard and valley of their summer mansion and within it, a large silver egg that unexpectedly hatched into a baby dragon. He tried on multiple occasions to get it to leave, but it clung to him and begged for his attention. Defeated, he finally submitted and raised the creature as his own - naming her Pearlie after the beautiful pearlescent silver scales she had - and teaching her how to hide from other humans through shapeshifting and stealth. Izzy would eventually uncover her brother’s secret but swore to keep her hidden from the people of Auremville. She even suggested the idea of her shapeshifting into his personal jousting horse. Pearlie resides in the stable more times than not and takes the form of a white haired Dutch draft horse when she ventures into town with her father.

The final straw for Lance was drawn during one nasty fight between him and his father. After voicing his concerns for his grades in school, Cuthbert insisted he would finish his education at the Knights Academy. Repulsed, Lance confronted him and confessed that he had no desire to become a knight but rather an actor. His grades could never be approved by the school’s committee, so logically there was no point to try. He’d have a more successful life performing on stage and in films rather than defending the realm.

Cuthbert, unfortunately, dismissed his claims and stated that he had connections in the palace such as a close friendship with both Principal Swordmore Brickland and King Halbert himself, thus his fate in the academy was sealed. Not much is known about what happened after that ordeal, but rumors go around that Lance had to be physically dragged out of his house and away from his family to the carriage where he would be sent away for two years. People believe Cuthbert now wears an eye patch of golden silk because of his son.

Personality

The best way to describe Lance is with a single word: trapped. Nurtured into a life where everything was given to him, he knows little of a time where he had to earn something, but he wants to know. His attempts at trying have only been met with pity at his lack of book smarts, and his distaste for knighthood persists through his refusal to take orders and arrogance towards his bloodline’s fortune. Admittedly, he acts lazy out of spite for the people who sent him there.

However, he makes up for his glaring flaws by displaying respect for high achievers and a superb knowledge for tone and deception. Not many have been able to lie to him without him knowing. His code of honor heavily reflects a courtesy he had never been given, and despite his spoiled reputation, he is able to put aside his pride when he is in the wrong.

Lance is notorious for being a theater fanatic, and he’s always held a fondness for animals and nature. He tends to share his passions with the people closest to him whether his rambling is met with annoyance or awe.

Trivia

• Lance’s name is a double pun, similar to Aaron’s. While it can be tied to the weapon he solely uses in combat and jousting, it also is a reference to Sir Lancelot of Arthurian legends.

• He is the shortest of the main five, standing at 5’4”. Usually he wears heeled boots to make him look taller in public.

• His body structure is softer given his lack of physical training prior to joining the knights, but his strength and dexterity are well balanced.

• The boots of his armor are designed with stabilizers that keep him secure on solid ground and have been tested to resist the tremors of earthquakes.

• His limbs and face are covered with golden freckles that shimmer in the sunlight.

• Richmonds naturally have luminescent golden eyes with a metallic luster. With Cuthbert being an elf and Goldie a human, Lance was struck with misfortune when born as a half elf, but he still possesses the ears and ancestral eyes.

• Aside from theaters, Lance adores visiting botanical gardens and wildlife reserves.

• He possesses a personal squirebot coded to his command named D3nn1s.

• He revived the Knights Academy’s theater club upon his enrollment and is working towards a grand performance for the end of his two years.

• He and Pearlie are inseparable. Thieves have tried kidnapping or poisoning his horse to thwart his success in jousting matches, but she has always returned to him happy and healthy. And guilty of assault, but we don’t charge horses in this society.

• Yes Hamletta is still in the show, worry not. When Lance doesn’t care for her, Pearlie guards her as her sister in the stable.

• He is petty towards Clay the most for his uptight aggression. They clash constantly, resulting in shouting contests and the occasional physical fight, and the rest of his classmates usually let them tire themselves out rather than split them apart.

• He is pansexual and goes by he/him.

• He has an exquisite singing voice befitting musical theater, more powerful in tone than it is elegant and soft. Think of the singer behind Jekyll and Hyde’s “Confrontation”.

• Genetics are the only reason his hair is always healthy. That doesn’t exempt he and Izzy both from bad hair days. When their hair decides not to cooperate, they both pretend to be sick.

[carolinemathildes]

thank you for tagging me, @onehelluvamarine 🩵

A band you don’t like that many others do: I cannot think of any bands right now but there are so many solo artists like the entirety of the current Top 20 Billboard Hot 100, I do not keep up with new music in any way.

A childhood memory that you remember vividly: riding a scooter down the front steps at my grandmother’s house for some reason.

Least favorite animal and why: gonna say it and be honest and take the hate, dogs. I think there are some nice individual dogs but overall I find them loud, annoying, messy, too needy, too disruptive. I refuse to ever live with one. I do have a phobia of another animal I won’t say because I don’t want people to send me pictures of it lol so I probably hate them more but I encounter dogs more so they’re on my nerves more often.

Hot fandom take: Aragorn is not THAT hot. there were hotter guys in those movies.

Do you wear any jewelry, if so, what’s your favorite piece: I don’t. I wish I did! I have a nice ring and a nice necklace but I don’t really wear them. I wish I had a like, a signature piece or something.

A movie others liked but you didn’t: recently, which I know I’ve mentioned, Past Lives is so well-reviewed and god I just really hated it, I’m sorry but I did.

Three things you love about yourself: I was once bold enough to sing Let No Man Steal Your Thyme a cappella in front of a group of strangers at a hostel. I once took an 18-hour bus ride just to see a movie (and then another 18-hours back). I’ve read all the Hercule Poirot books.

A place you hope to visit in the future and why: Wales. I think it just looks lovely. I was supposed to do a semester abroad there once but couldn’t swing it financially. I’ve been to England, Scotland, and Northern Ireland so I’ve got to go to Wales. I wrote a story that is set so much there! I need to see it for myself.

An actor that gets on your nerves and why: RDJ because he made terrible comments about Alejandro González Iñárritu, he defends the worst Chris, and he’s going to win an undeserved Oscar this year.

Things you’re excited for in the nearby future? I’m almost done the first draft of a novel/story I’m working on, so I am excited so have a first draft and then I’m excited to start the second draft.

Least favorite ship in a fandom you’re in: I never shipped Ted/Rebecca from Ted Lasso, never once even for a second.

What’s the most toxic fandom you’ve been in? I never wrote in it, just read and observed, but The Old Guard by far by faaaaaaaaar.

List three things you find beautiful about life: my nephew’s wavy red hair, when a cat comes over to you for pets, and watching someone hit a home run.

Any dreams for the future? I’d like to see my favourite football club, Man City, play live someday. I doubt I’ll get to Manchester maybe ever, but they’ll be playing in the US soon-ish so it will probably be a lot easier to see them there.

How are you really feeling today? I genuinely struggle with life every day. I wish it was in a cool way that made me stronger on the other side but it’s not. today was okay because I got to talk to a coworker I like (I WFH so I don’t talk to people a lot) and I went to the cinema that has the best popcorn in the world but I also am never actually happy and am always lonely which is a tiring existence.

[savvathun]

Tagged by @killyourrdarlingss thank you!! 💖

Get to know me tag!

Last song : Fighting Myself - Linkin Park

Currently watching : i started I Think You Should Leave with a friend but i'm sorry to report that i don't think it's very good :( next will be the fall of the house of usher though! hopefully it's good

Last Movie : i did a bringing out the dead / the devil's backbone double feature! <- i've had this in my drafts for a bit so i've actually seen more since. i've watched deathtrap (very good, super fun), top gun (overrated but good enough), and oldboy (absolutely insane piece of cinema)

Currently Reading : i am not reading a damn thing, sorry pals. literacy loses :(

Sweet / Savory / Spicy : savory for me! not exactly the same but i'm world's biggest fan of salty foods. it's the best way to live deliciously.

Last Google : "movie wordle game"

Currently working on : trying to find a schedule that fits me! i never feel like there's enough time in the day but also i feel like i'm wasting so much time.... oh and trying to figure out birthday plans! i never like doing birthday things but a friend wants to celebrate ours together

Tagging: @lesbincineroar @sgtgarrick @twothirdsgenius @cumgrandpa @caledfwlch @mantis--hymn and anyone else who wants to! no pressure ofc ^-^

[reddancer1]

For Women's History Month, we're honoring Hedy Lamarr - the glamorous movie star from the black-and-white era of film who co-invented a device that helped make possible the development of GPS, Bluetooth, and Wi-Fi technology! Born in Austria in 1914, the mathematically talented Lamarr moved to the US in 1937 to start a Hollywood career. Throughout the 1930s and 1940s, she was considered one of cinema's leading ladies and made numerous films; however, her passion for engineering is far less known today. Her interest in inventing was such that she set up an engineering room in her house complete with a drafting table and wall of engineering reference books.

 With the outbreak of World War II, Lamarr wanted to apply her skills to helping the war effort and, motivated by reports of German U-boats sinking ships in the Atlantic, she began investigating ways to improve torpedo technology.After Lamar met composer George Antheil, who had been experimenting with automated control of musical instruments, together they hit on the idea of "frequency hopping." At the time, radio-controlled torpedoes could easily be detected and jammed by broadcasting interference at the frequency of the control signal, thereby causing the torpedo to go off course. Frequency hopping essentially served to encrypt the control signal because it was impossible for a target to scan and jam all of the frequencies.

Lamarr and Antheil were granted a patent for their invention on August 11, 1942, but the US Navy wasn't interested in applying their groundbreaking technology until twenty years later when it was used on military ships during a blockade of Cuba in 1962. Lamarr and Antheil's frequency-hopping concept serves as a basis for the spread-spectrum communication technology used in GPS, Wi-Fi and Bluetooth devices. Unfortunately, Lamarr's part in its development has been largely overlooked and her efforts weren't recognized until 1997, when the Electronic Frontier Foundation gave her an award for her technological contributions. Hedy Lamarr passed away in 2000 at the age of 85 and, in 2014, she was as long last inducted into the National Inventors Hall of Fame for her invention of a "Secret Communication System" many years ago.

[ladyswillmart]

It Came From the Drafts (unplaced writing snippets)

“Oh stop, GLaDOS wouldn’t show us a snuff film,” Doug fired back, wearily.

Before thinking about this very carefully.

“What am I saying, of course she would show us a snuff film,” he said. “GLaDOS would show my own snuff film and then have the lot of you push your desks around in a big circle and workshop my death.”

“Hey, I got one! I got an idea,” said Rick, his optic flashing a most enthusiastic green color, as usual—for now the only light in the darkened cinema. “I think when it’s time for you to tango with Ol’ Grim, you gotta say something really cool. Like YOU GOT IT DUDE! or HAVE MERCY!”

“So when I die, I should try to crib my last words from an episode of Full House,” Doug noted, nodding, recalling Rick's incurable crush on Kimmy Gibbler. “Got it.”

“Hey, are you a screamer?" wondered Grady from the row behind, idly flinging bits of roughly 50,000 year-old popcorn in the presumed direction of the screen. “’cause, like, you kinda look like you’d be a screamer, with that hair and all, like Thomas Dolby at the 1985 Grammy Awards. I dunno, I don’t mean it in a rude way, but you just look like that kinda guy. Who like, starts screamin’ really crazy when he dies. And maybe sometimes even not, like maybe sometimes just because. I dunno, I just think if that’s gonna be a whole thing, you should try to live up to audience expectations.”

“Expectations.”

“Yeah like, you seem like the kinda guy who would get himself really violently killed while trying to defend something that means the whole world to him, but what’s ultimately pointless in the uncaring face of an indifferent universe,” Grady went on. “See, like I read a lot of Camus.”

Doug felt a stale bit of something pelt the back of his right ear. “I can tell.”

“Or like, I read a thing about him once in the back of a corn flakes box—anyway, so like while you’re doing all that, like dying your pointless but paradoxically poignant death, you should try to scream a lot too. That’s all I’m saying. I think it would help.”

“Help what...?”

Oh for god’s sake. It’s not a snuff film. Today.

Her voice—Aperture’s own-brand Metatron—still sent pangs of panic straight through Doug Rattmann’s heart. Even though, or perhaps especially because he could not see her.

Anyway, lighten up. This week’s mandatory employee retention filmstrip is about our hands-on, team-oriented approach to workplace health and safety, specifically why Aperture Laboratories had to cut every single one of those incredibly broad concepts out of their budget entirely during the mid-1980s after Mr. Johnson... Well. Hmm. You know, I actually do have a home video of his—

“—J-just show the filmstrip!” Doug suddenly cried out; GLaDOS’s alternative screenings came too readily to mind.

“Yeah! That’s it! That’s what I mean with the screaming,” added Grady. “That’s pretty cool.”

Rick blinked thoughtfully. “Y’know, you say that, but I dunno if JUST SHOW THE FILMSTRIP is what I’d be screamin’ right before gettin’ torn to shreds and devoured alive by the 6-legged mecha-cheetahs running wild in the old company superette. Now that sounds like an adventuresome death. HAVE MERCY!”

“Indeed,” Doug muttered, hazily wondering just how far Rick would push his ever-deteriorating self for the sake of raiding more lost arks from the old Aperture Superette. Right now the storage closet in the Juliet Ampere robotics workshop was choc-a-bloc with such treasures—trucker’s hats, oven mitts, Aperture Laboratories souvenir giant novelty pencils, long expired boxes of Aperture Dinner, VHS tapes of Cave Johnson’s funeral...

He shuddered, and even spared a little thought towards the idea of the pointless but paradoxically poignant death as the cinema projector sprang to life, bathing the screen in fabulous 16mm AperChrome, while an unseen hand from behind showered him with yet more inedible conglomerations of carbohydrates.

[gra-sonas]

Tagged by my boo @blaidddrwg1982, thank you kindly, sir ❤️ Tagging everyone who’s in the mood to do this. 🙌

Name: I go by grasonas everywhere

Star sign: ♑️

Height: 1,74m/5'7

Time: 10:30 am CEST

Birthday: I’m a winter baby

Favorite band/artist: all time favorite band: a-ha, otherwise there are sooo many pop/rock artists/bands I like, it’s hard to pick one tbh. I’m also a huge fan of classical music, Bach and Mozart being among my favorites

Last movie: The Gray Man on TV, Elvis at the cinema

Last show: Hearstopper every day (yep, 3 months later and I’m still watching it on a daily basis), recently I also watched Stranger Things S4 and Virgin River S4

When did I create this blog: May 2019 iirc. My initial blog (grasonas without the hyphen) was established in 2011 tho, but I lost it in the Great Tumblr Purge 2K18 🥺😭 (still not over it tbh)

What I post: mainly RNM/Malex/Vlamburn etc, occasionally Hoechlin (❤️‍🔥). I’m waiting for RNM to be over (😔) before I post about other stuff. My Drafts are filled to the brim with Heartstopper posts, so that might be more prominent come September. 🍂

Last thing I googled: I don’t google, I DuckDuckGo (fantastic search engine that won’t track your every move, f*ck Google ☺️) and I looked up what 1,74m is in feet 🤪

Other blogs: I have the attention span of a gnat, I couldn’t handle a sideblog. We post everything on main in this house ✌️

Do I get asks: I do, and it’s one of my favorite things. Shoutout to all my lovely nonnies 💕

Following: around 60 or so

Average hours of sleep: 5-7 (7 is the goal, most nights it’s between 6-7, that’s way up from ~5 hrs I used to get for years tho, so that’s progress)

Instruments: piano and English flute (I haven’t played either in years tho)

What I’m wearing: it’s a t-shirt & sweatpants kind of day

Dream job: one that gives me purpose, makes me happy, and pays well 🤡

Dream trip: PATAGONIA 😍😍😍😍😍😍

Nationality: German (with Viking ancestry 😋)

Favorite songs: there are currently 446 songs saved in my Favorite Tracks, and that’s just favorites from the past year or so, can’t list them all 😵‍💫 My all time favorite is Take On Me (a-ha forever 💕)

Last book I read: recently re-read RWRB, so pumped for the movie!!! I mostly (almost exclusively) read fanfic otherwise

Top 3 fictional universes I’d like to live in:

1/ the one where our poor planet doesn’t burn to a crisp bc of corporate greed, and those least responsible have to suffer the most severe consequences

2/ the one where queer people are allowed to just be and don’t have to fight for equality/basic human rights on a daily basis (let alone fear for their lives if the wrong people found out)

3/ the one where people with uteruses have the bodily autonomy to decide what’s best for their life/health, and people get paid equally

Bonus universe: the one where white/rich/conservative assholes don’t ruin it for everyone else (I guess that’s just universes 1-3 combined 🙃)

(Also, the Heartstopper Universe, I’d like to find the Charlie Spring to my Nick Nelson, pls 🥺)

[malenaroyorodic]

Week 4/5 - Reading week, new proposal.

After more than a week wondering around and trying to do everything but design, I finally get to sit down and improve that which I so not like. I feel I have to work on something more to start liking it. So I try. I go back to my research, to all the sources from where the ideas came in to start getting new ideas to combine with old ones, instead of throwing away everything done to date (which I would love to do but it just cannot happen).

So I read the brief, go over my notes from Parallax (Steven Holl) and the tutorial notes. I look into the projects from Douglas Darden as utopian studies and into the way Morphosis manifests ideas through geometries. I do not forget about "Architecture must blaze" and CoopHimmelb(l)au. I try to develop a bit more Hitchcock's driver. The truth is, I have not seen any of his movies at all, I just do not want. I do not want suspense or horror or anything to do with that. What I do want though, is the way in which he can deal with other people's mood and how he can change that through cinema. This is what interests me about film. He is behind the screen knowing what to do to awaken new feelings/emotions/memories on you, the viewer. Film allows people to experience differently. So I get into Freud's influence on him and other psychological theories around. His films in the end have symbolisms and tend to portray human repression and fobias in the forms of dreams through his manipulation and imagination. He deals with the conscious, subconscious and unconscious in all three ways --emotionally, mentally and psychologically. And the way of merging this with the site is the fact that all people need naturally somehow a bit of therapy and Leyton (or Walthamstow Forest in general) is an area habitated by people whom, through therapy, would have much better lives.

This is the crime of the future, people need psychological therapy and this has to start changing now, people have to start accepting that this is something normal and that everyone needs it. Society is spoiled, people are just not great. This has to be out there in the city, in the streets. This can change with Architecture. My proposal is a transition between a moment where you need mental help and the moment when you're set and you can go back to your normal life. This transition is firstly ascending stairs to get into a different dimension where you get into an individual cinema with whatever movie you might need to feel better and enter this therapy centre. Then you get into the individual dream house, which is to sleep and receive help from the messages that your dreams manifest. After this you can get into the dome, which is made of translucent glass bricks, you cannot see the outside world yet. This is intended for meditation or time to think alone. Then you go to the semi-circular building which has a window in each side according to the sky mask, to look into the real world again and reincorporate. Of course the dream house is residential and is intended so people stay there in the observatory (the name the composition of buildings take) as much as they need it.

This can go in parallel with the need for gas and how this is going to be affected in the future. Pollution can just be a driver affecting the shape and materiality of the proposal.

Set of draft drawings and perspectives have been created.

I do not love the project but I do not dislike it as much as I did before.

[adiarosefandoms]

Happy Birthday Harry

I site the Harry Potter books as being my very first adventure into the vast world of fandoms. And despite the issues revolving around its creator, the story, the world that was built and the characters created will always have a place deep in my heart. I became enthralled by it. The story drastically deepened my love for books and movies, and I became enamored with the collection of books, fandom clothing, and jewelry. It saved me, helped me to express myself, for a while defined me, and eventually helped me to define myself independent from the art I love so much. But that being said, it also showed me what one piece of art could do and mean for so many people. Harry Potter has become a safe haven for children and adults alike. We’ve played with guessing people’s houses how others do astrological and elemental signs. We’ve flocked to theme parks and exhibits where we could brandish wands and gaze wondrously at magical creatures. We’ve raced to cinemas and bookstores for the chance to get even the smallest new piece of information of the world we love so much. And somehow the books didn’t just form a community of characters within the story, but it’s created an open, and what I’ve found to be (with the exclusion of an unfortunate some) safe community of people who gather together to celebrate the art that changed our lives. Happy 42nd birthday to one of the best protagonists ever. To the boy who lived.

Art titled “Harry Potter, Year 1″ by Ben Jones (comicartfans)

Also, the publication of the first Harry Potter book was recently celebrated with Bloomsbury releasing a 25th anniversary edition with the original cover. (2nd draft, Dumbledore is on the back rather than the brown-haired wizard). I bought it and it’s gorgeous.

[ihearthhj]

if i could go back in time — hwang hyunjin

⇨ chapter one : a loop of fate

⇨ pairing - hyunjin x fem!reader

⇨ word count : 1.4k

a/n -- first chapter !! i swearrr i have longer and better chapters coming ( they will be unscheduled for now, so join the taglist if you want to be tagged for them ty ) 😭😭 this was sort of a crappy "first draft" that i was too lazy to edit.. anyway pls enjoy to the best of your ability

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is there ever that one memory that your mind can't help but wander to occasionally?

mine constantly played like a broken record in my head, flickering like an undying candle in the crevices of my brain. an unwavering light in the blurry paraphernalia of memories.

i remember that day quite clearly. the day i lost one of the people i loved the most. the day my world came crashing down on me.

every day i throw myself into a whirlwind of grief, blood, and tears subconciously. i was locked in a cinema, forced to watch it over and over again in front of my eyes.

it physically hurt, but it was uncontrollable.

we were in the middle of the road.

drunk at a university party, the alcohol and endorphins in our system were going through the roof. we ended up stumbling outside the house for a breath of fresh air, and we were waltzing in the middle of an empty street.

what a stupid decision.

and i thought it was romantic.

it was, technically speaking — if you were drunk, that is. the dim street lights cast a warm glow over the street, showering our intertwined bodies moving in synchronized steps in a splash of illumination. if someone captured the scene with a camera, with the shadows of two figures dancing on the ground, you’d consider the view sentimental somehow. straight out of a cliché movie scene.

every once a while, through all the movement we'd step away from each other, and i would twirl under his arm with our hands still entwined. then smiles were exchanged when our gazes met, and his beautiful eyes would sparkle. i felt like i could continue on like this forever and not get tired at all.

but he suddenly stopped me and his hands rested on either sides of my waist, prompting me to face him. i stared up in his face, a smile resting on my own. a smile that was reserved for him, and only him.

then he kissed me.

it was slow and passionate. my eyes fluttered closed as he held me in his arms, time slowing down around us as there was no one except us.

and maybe it was the fact that we were drunk. maybe it was because we were so lost in the moment and so focused on love—

maybe it was both.

because we didn't hear the sound of a humming car motor until it was three feet away from us.

he heard it first.

i felt his body stiffen against mine, hands going rigid on my hips. my eyes opened, only to be looking up at a face filled with horror and shock, a strange light that i didn’t know from where it came brightening his side profile. confused, i opened my mouth to speak, but i was abruptly pushed away to the side of the road, my head hitting the cement before i could realize what was happening. my ears picked up on a crash, the deafening screech of brakes.

and a body falling to the cold, hard ground.

the last thing i saw was a familar silhouette through my half-closed eyes and a car just beside them.

then the world went black.

six years later

different people process breakups in different ways.

some people go on with their ordinary lives like it was just a speck of dust on the table. they pick it up, and throw it away.

other people, however, see it as a tablecloth, covering the entirety of the table. then they go get their best friend and cry to them about it. or if they’re unsociable, then they usually go to the club or the bar to cry with the accompaniment of alcohol.

that was you, frankly. unsociable and introverted.

were breakups always this depressing?

the atmosphere of the dimly lit bar was humid and damp. the air smelled of dried sweat and liquor. music sounded around the space, supposed to lift your spirits, but your face as wet with tears.

it was straightforward proof that unpleasant luck had landed upon yourself. your latest acquaintance, a guy named wooyoung you met at a club, was one another addition to the pile of failed relationships.

he was a perfect person, to be direct. he was sweet, bought you gifts, and cooked. a literal angel. not to mention, he was incredibly good in bed.

average boyfriend material, or so you thought.

it happened one night, when he was in the shower. he was over at your place, staying the night. you had hoped that tonight would be what you thought it’d look like.

then everything happened in a blur. a text tone, you getting curious, then accidentally finding out there was someone else.

another girl. it was almost funny how your suspicions were always right.

you confronted wooyoung about it, then he got mad and left after a very heated argument.

all the plans of an actual peaceful future were shattered in that one small moment.

you thought you had finally found someone who you loved, and loved you. someone who you thought could cover up all the pain that was buried deep in your heart, hidden by the bigger worries of your career and life.

thought, thought, thought.

all thoughts, never reality...

the hurt that your mind experienced when you thought of the cause of the pain could not be beared.

you couldn’t remember the last relationship that made you happy, truly happy. the only one that actually did ended devastatedly.

you also couldn’t remember the last time you got drunk like this.

usually you were nowhere near open to big amounts of alcohol.

the last time you’d downed more than five shots consecutively was back in university, at a party. but that was for a different reason than why you were drinking now. it was for fun, purely fun.

and that supposed fun had been cut off disastrously. it ended up in a pool of tears and blood.

but somehow every single thought in your brain always took a turn and led to thinking of it. the day that made your life become a turn of events.

it was a never-ending loop, and your thoughts constantly ran in circles, always leading to the same place. like a song on repeat on a broken cd player that couldn’t be turned off.

you took a swig of your shot glass, swallowing all the thoughts away.

you gestured to the bartender for more. your head felt light, and dizziness was seeping into your system by the second.

looking around the bar, you took in your surroundings. this bar was one of the popular ones in the city, the space larger than most others. the dance floor was bustled with people, but you never participated in the crowd activities, being too unsociable even under the influence of alcohol. you would’ve preferred to stay home and drink, but you forgot to purchase liquor after your last breakup.

the bartender placed another rack of tiny shot glasses on the table, promptly leaving to take another customer’s order. picking up the miniature cup, you stared at the brownish liquid before taking a big swig and finishing the whole thing in one go. your throat burned as you swallowed, but you didn’t care.

it felt good, strangely.

why was everything turning into something bad? something that you were scared of happening?

you felt like everything in life, supposed fate, was cornering you and forcing you to plunge in eternal darkness. the harder you tried to make things better, the worse they became.

fate was what ruined your life and was still ruining it. when would something good actually happen?

you picked up another glass from the rack as another customer sat down in the high seat next to you.

they were two guys, chatting and laughing loudly. you closed your eyes at the headache coming on at all the noise, adding on to the already bustling atmosphere of the club. you should leave soon and suffer your hangover.

“yeah, just back for some business,” one of them said with a laugh.

through the blur and ache in your mind, your eyes shot open. was it just your imagination? the glass of liquor stayed in your grasp as your gaze turned towards the guys.

you swore that you knew that voice, that laugh. it was one that you would never get tired of hearing.

but after what happened years ago, you thought you’d never hear it ever again.

the guy turned towards the bartender standing behind the counter to order his drink. your eyes scanned over his features, and you almost let out a cry.

it was the curve of his nose, the brightness of his eyes, and the pout of his lips that you knew so well. his hair, kept in the same length as it was six years ago, was now pitch black. you swallowed the bile that had risen up in your throat. it couldn’t be him.

hwang hyunjin.

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[zooterchet]

Contributions to Children's Safety (The Batman)

Batman: The removal of amphetamines from the market; the proof of the amphetamine bully's mother, as The Invisible Woman, abused by the husband. DSS, shifts from the child, to the mother. DARE.

Batman Forever: The shutdown of Enix Games, as having portrayed the influences of a child, as a played character; with the nemesis, as the player recruited. The return to honor, between the United States Marine Corps, cop killer bully victims, and the Royal Marines, heraldry expert Gypsy pot dealers.

Batman and Robin: The creation of the Patriot Act, the refusal of medical doctors practicing on the streets, and the return of medicine to corporate laboratories, with power above the police forces; instead fed out of federal government laboratories; insurance no longer necessary, instead paid by federal healthcare measures out of Congress. A draft, of all citizens, to fight the War on Terror, and rebuild our Republic, under Lafayette's rules; a Second American Revolution.

Batman Begins: The full scale warfare on campus, between dozens of drug dealers at UMass-Amherst, the Group Captain's MI-6 unit, and the local FSU forces, the drawn units of Israeli knighthood from Boston Extra-Range. The long siege of decades, between British Intelligence, families binding and uniting in corporate ties, and Boston FSU, the Peruvian Shining Path. The legalization of marijuana, under Canadian purviews of monopoly removed, the Iranian-Mullahs of Israeli Likud; instead handed to American lawmakers, on the discovery of poisoning by Holland.

The Dark Knight: The print of dozens of pieces of cinema, from an early age, opposing the HBO MAX print of cinema, the self print out of MUSH offices, the latter printed out of View Askew. The war, between the common box office, the people, and the achieved medical supplement, the mental patient. The question of mental illness, as either the brutalized and lucid, or the lobotomized and computerized. The ATF seeking justice, for victims of Canada, in a system the Lords of Parliament did not suspect existed, until the 7/7 bombings. A demand of honor, between the CIA, and the IDF, with the Mossad deciding, if one or the other was noble, only both passing to be a clearance of psychiatric chapter.

The Dark Knight Rises: The cycling of internet passwords, on blocked servers, and the test of actual social circles, to determine the internet; however if isolated, the common justification, of own study and work, to escape the pit, the same as the CIA, to breed oath between the accounts economist division, and the KGB, the housing hygiene commission; the determination of local jurisdiction, both of them demanding the same; a dedicated task, to occupy housing, otherwise isolation, and if the same, a deft hand, to prove the common independence. The hardest test of life, the common observance, impossible for the pedophile, the product of the parent as the same, the arranged marriage. A homosexual father, therefore death.

Batman Returns: The war between Reuters, the undercover cop on media review, and the common force, the loosely arranged common citizen. The question, of the actual force of ingram, as the cop being human, otherwise the cop inhuman, treating fellow officers as inhuman, machines. The teacher, as a lively and willowly bough, the broken as the singular to approach as tool, not as friend, hence a pedophile. The suit as the support of others, to stand in court, and if otherwise, the imbibed or inebriated, to hold no consequence, refusing to communicate in private discourse with an agent, therefore ignored. Hence determined, illiterate, not qualified for records if searched, or if politician believing falsely, a refused election among own expected base.

Suicide Squad: Those of skin color drafted, having refused to support the common imposition, hence any of a foreign nature, betrayed, but however if loyal, not through film and common idol, instead in actual theory of department. If disbelieved, the film, the eternal test, to see if one is fit to serve by associates. Otherwise, dead, nothing more.