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maknaesdancersrappers · 6 years

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on the first day of kinkmas, my lover did to me:

[ a n g r y s e x ]

>TAEYONG

>warning/s: face fucking, unprotected sex

a/n: when i was at the sleepover, my friend told me about how he and the girl he’s seeing gets off at hating on a person and we were laughing so hard because it’s technically hate/angry sex right?? Just not towards each other lol anD ALSO THIS TEACHER WAS BASED OFF A REAL PROF I HAD BACK IN COLLEGE THAT COST ME A “Failure due to absences” MARK ON MY RECORDS i was that chicken towards him and i feel like most of this was just me shitting on him huhuhu if soMEONE FROM MY SCHOOL RECOGNIZES WHO THIS IS IM GONNA-- pls dont spread it around if u kno who this prof is huhuhuhuhu im probably //already// on his hitlist

Everyone hated at least one teacher they had come across in school; you met yours during Junior year in college. Mr. Chon was your Writing for Film elective professor and you’ve heard all the stories about how strict and uptight he was. You had blockmates who had him as a prof last semester and they always talked about how every meeting with him was living hell. You weren’t happy at the news, especially since he wasn’t even the prof you signed up for in the beginning.

There was only one class for the elective and you were able to get into the list before the final enrollment date, but because more people signed up for it and the registrar is absolute shit; you, along with other people, have been transferred to a new class--with the strictest, terror prof known in school.

You tried to appeal to the registrar for you to move back, but they put the blame on the Department of Comm for the class list and in the end, you weren’t allowed to move.

The first meeting with Mr. Chon was terrifying. Everyone in the room felt like they couldn’t breathe; so quiet that you could hear a pin drop and the air conditioning system sounded deafening. This elective was comprised mostly of Comm students and there were only a few of you that weren’t; one of which was your seatmate, Lee Taeyong, a dance major.

Before Mr. Chon entered the room, the two of you promised to help each other since your free time matched one another’s and neither of you wanted to do this alone. His friends ditched him last minute when he enrolled, opting for another elective he didn’t have the prerequisite of.

The first couple of classes with Mr. Chon was bearable. He made you guys watch highly rated films from his favorite directors during class and series like ‘Lost’ and ‘Designated Survivor’ for weekend homework. When it came to the first assignment, which was to pitch film ideas, it was all easy going aside from the one slip up majority of the class, with you included, of not printing it out in the specific format he made clear on the first day.

Strike one.

But when the time came to start working on the final project, as it is a full script for a film, the stress of it all came piling up. Mr. Chon gave out assignments to create character sheets, a lesson he never gave on, and expected you to submit a properly written one from research alone.

But before you can even create character sheets, he had to choose and approve a logline from the ones you’ve submitted beforehand. You tried to be nice and formal in your emails to him, always ending the message with a “Thank you and God bless.”

His replies sounded harsh despite the lack of words that would support that description. He had reprimanded you for submitting an edited version of the logline you presented in class, saying that no matter how good it was, if it was not submitted properly the day he had expected to receive it on a printed paper, he had expected you to revise all off them.

Strike two.

So you apologized for your mistake and made new loglines; and luckily he had chosen one that suited his taste. When it came to creating a character sheet, you were reprimanded for the format and given an example on how to make a proper one. However, you didn’t quite understand the file he had sent and took your chance into making minor changes to your previous submission, taking into account the little information you’ve understood from the text.

Strike three.

He reprimanded you (AGAIN), through email, for the ‘pathetic’ edit you’ve made. Ordering you to personally consult him after class or through scheduled one-on-one meetings in the Comm office where two other assistants can be witnesses to the whole ordeal.

This was indeed disadvantageous to you because while your classmates had the freedom to consult him 24/7 through email, you had to wait for class--one you had once a week--before you can even officially start anything, and that’s IF he approves anything.

At this point, you gave up; on him, the class, and your grade. It might be too late to officially drop out of class, but you can use up all your allowed absences until he’s failed you for it.

You were upset at your decision but it was the best sounding option you had, even Taeyong agreed to it because he couldn’t even get his loglines approved. You agreed to accompany him when he had his one-on-one consultation for his third revision of loglines and nearly half an hour later, he practically stormed out of the office while violently whispering to you that he was joining your little ‘boycott’ of the subject after Mr. Chon told him to revise everything again in the most passive aggressive manner.

Both of you had three allowed absences before your final grades would be considered FA (Failure due to Absences) and the two of you spent the supposed class hours together instead to ease each other of the anxiety of it all.

“I hate him.” You snarled, throwing your head back to gulp the can of beer Taeyong had offered you. “It wasn’t even fair to begin with!”

It was the last allowed absence you had for class. The thought of it made you cry, thinking how it would tarnish your records and disappoint your parents if they find out.

Taeyong wipes your tear with his thumb. You had oddly gotten close with Taeyong because of the elective; working together to do your assignments, consulting one another for suggestions, and especially sharing mutual hate for the class. It was maybe a month and a half already, but it’s as if you and Taeyong had been friends since freshman year.

“We both enrolled and paid on time for the original class and prof, why were we the ones moved?” You sniffed, silently thanking Taeyong for inviting you to his dorm so you could vent out your feelings to someone who understands the situation.

“I know. But the system sucks, what can a couple of students do against them?” He sighs, rubbing his eyes in frustration; probably wanting to cry as well with how his voice shook. He was his organization’s vice president and he had plans to run as president the next year, but with an FA grade, he doubts he can even make the minimum CQPA to run as treasurer. “Ah, hyung would be so disappointed if I don’t take his spot as org president.”

You glance at the wall clock as you take another gulp of beer, “T-there’s like 30 minutes before class actually starts… should we just go?”

Taeyong snaps his attention towards you, “Are you crazy? And what will we say for ditching class for two meetings? We don’t have anything to present to him. He might as well give us an ‘F’ as fat as him if we show up empty handed.”

You hated how he was right; Mr. Chon would probably eat you alive in front of class for doing so. “Yeah, w-we shouldn’t. We need to commit to this stupid idea of ours.”

A phone begins to ring and Taeyong stands up to answer the call outside.

You let your gaze wander around the room, noting how clean and organized it was. You vaguely remember him telling you how he always cleaned up after his roommate, but he took no offence to it, rather enjoying the act of tidying up as a stress reliever or time killer.

As you finish off your beer, you receive a notification for a new email from no other than Mr. Chon, reminding you of the consequences if you don’t show up to class and the way he had worded it so condescendingly made your blood boil, and on top of that had it CC’d to both assistants AND the chairperson of the department, you just felt utter rage from embarrassment.

You put your phone down before you could even reply with the most improper and vulgar message you can think of. At the same time, you hear the front door slam and Taeyong is stalking into the room; face red and nostrils flared.

Before you could even ask, he’s screaming in frustration: “Our president found out that I’m purposefully failing a class and is demanding me to attend it! He even went as far as threatening to take me off my position as vice president!”

“Then make him go through the class and let’s see how he deals with Mr. Chon, who, by the way, just emailed us. He’s reminding us of the consequences and you know what’s worse? He had copies of the email sent to both assistants and the chairperson of the department! Like, was that even necessary?”

“What the hell?” He checks his phone immediately, scowling when he finds the email. “What is his problem?! Does he get off of our misery or something? I’ve never dealt with this kind of prof before! He doesn’t even fucking teach!”

You don’t really know Taeyong long enough to think formulate this opinion, but you’ve never seen him so angry and honestly, he looked hot.

Maybe he caught how you looked at him, but one second he’s ready to spit out more hate, instead he slams his lips over yours, grabbing the sides of your face with his hands after dropping his phone to the floor.

It caught you off guard; making you stumble back a few steps at how he met your lips, your hands flying to grasp the cloth of his shirt around his waist. He steadies you against him, slipping his fingers over your nape as his tongue licks your bottom lip.

When you part your lips to make way for him, he wastes no time slipping the wet muscle into your mouth and exploring the warm cavern. You both moan at the contact of your tongues, tasting each other of the beers and mints you previously had.

“Fuck,” He gasps in between kisses, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. You look so hot when you’re angry.” You guide his hand over your chest.

“Yeah?” Taeyong squeezes your breast, moving his lips onto your jaw. He slides his thigh between your legs and rubs it over your crotch, hurriedly.

Stifling a moan, you stretch your neck out to give him more access and thread your fingers through his hair as you grind yourself on him.

He brings his mouth over yours again after slipping his hands under your shirt to get a better feel of your boobs, pressing his thumbs over your nipples until they were pert to his touch. He helps you out of your blouse, using the moment your lips are separated to unhook your bra. While he shrugs out of his own shirt, you fall to your knees and begin to to unzip his pants.

Once you were able to push his pants down and free his cock out of his briefs, you engulf most of his length as best as you can, tightening a grip on the few centimeters with one hand.

Taeyong cusses above you, moaning low as he combs your head back.

A ringtone erupts from below you and you fish out his phone out of his pants, handing it to him before resuming your previous act. “Answer it.”

He swallows hard as he obeys your request, not even giving the caller ID a glance before picking it up. “Hello?”

You watch him through your lashes, continuing to lick the underside of his cock.

“Wha-Calm down! I’ve made up mind! I’m not going to class and it’s way too late now.” He shouts into his phone, catching you by surprise.

You meant to pull away but his hand pushes you back down his cock, forcing the tip all the way to the back of your throat. You thank your ability to control your gag reflex and let yourself get used to the feeling; hollowing out your cheeks as he thrusts into your mouth.

“Shit, li-listen, I’m n-not going to beg Mr. Chon to let me back in class! I--what? So what if I’m with a girl-- I didn’t-- Prez, you’re being ridiculous!” He growls, pushing you away and kicking his pants completely off in anger. “You can’t just kick me off the team! I’m--”

You rise up from the floor, wiping the spit that dribbled down your chin. Warily, you watched Taeyong huff at his phone, ready to throw it to the ground but glances at you.

In a beat, he’s turning you around and pinning you against the back of an armchair; making quick work of your jeans and pushing them down your ankles with his foot once he got it past your knees.

“Did he threaten to kick you off the team?” You quietly ask, breathing rapidly as Taeyong cards his fingers through your pussy.

“He already has. He’s so abusive with his power! He was only elected president because he has connections to sponsors.” He grumbles behind you, “He also keeps reusing past choreo for new pieces! No one has the guts to call him out for it. I even made the fucking mistake of trying to befriend him because now I just get pushed around by him!”

You reach behind you to guide his cock into your pussy, “Let it out, Taeyong. If you’re really off the team, you’re not his lacke--”

You’re cut-off with a gasp as Taeyong surges forward, penetrating into you.

“I’m not his lackey!” He hisses, clawing your hips for support as he thrusts his hips repeatedly. “I’m the fucking vice president of the dance team!”

“What kind of president pushes around the VP like that then? Are you sure you were elected as vice president and not his lackey?”

“Stop calling me that!” He yells, snapping his hips harder into yours and eliciting a high shriek from you.

You bend over the armchair, grabbing at the pillows to anchor yourself against the force Taeyong was going at. You can feel your walls already accommodating his girth as they pushed in and out of you. Your lower abdomen tightens as your legs start to quiver in excitement; your orgasm is coming faster than you anticipated.

“T-Tae, I’m going to-- I’m really, really close--”

He grunts, moving you to the couch while still pounding into you. He only pulls you off of his dick to spin you around so you would be facing him and sits down, wasting no time as he hooks his fingers around your thighs to have you sit on his lap.

“You know,” He starts, guiding his cock back into your awaiting entrance, “That goddamn class is the reason why our president is so harsh on me. I was either going to practices late or leaving early to work on our stupid assignments.”

“Ugh, the root of all our problems is because of that goddamn class! It’s still unfair how we were transferred to Mr. Chon’s class.” You adjusted your legs so you could carry your weight as you begin to ride him.

“Don’t even mention that asshole! He keeps bragging about how he wrote scripts for indie films and how he was mentored by great, award-winning scriptwriters, but he never bothered actually teaching us shit.” He punctuates his complaint with a hard thrust upwards.

You moan out loud, dragging the sound until your head is situated on the crook of his neck. “Do that again.”

He obeys--multiple times; each with an insult towards your professor.

“Aah, I’m comi--!” Taeyong pulls you in for a kiss, drowning out your cries of pleasure as he holds your hips down for him to drive his cock into with a more calculated force.

You come with your toes curled and head thrown back in a silent cry while Taeyong thumbs furious circles over your clit and chases after his own high.

“In me, in me.” You chant, still shaking from your release.

Taeyong moans, “Shit, really?”

After confirming with a nod, he shoots his load into you; sensing immense warmth overcome your belly as you help him ride it out. When you take his cock out and proceed to sit back down on his lap, you can already feel it drip out of you.

“I can’t believe I got off for being so pissed.” Taeyong breathes, covering his eyes with his palm. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“Not at all.” You clamber off of him, dropping your weight to the space beside him. “I liked it and I guess… sort of needed it, too.”

He turns his head towards you and snorts, “We deserved it after that hell of an elective. We’ll be weakshits to those who stayed, but whatever, yeah?”

“I value my sanity, thank you.” You laugh and he joins you. “The only thing good that came out of this was you.”

Taeyong’s lips twitched into a smile, “Yeah. We wouldn’t have met if not for that damned class. If we didn’t help each other out with Chon’s assignments…”

“We would have died way earlier.”

He chuckles, “Yeah, but, uhm, no, not just that… what I mean is that I wouldn’t have gotten to know you and,”

You blink at him, “And?”

“I can’t do this with my dick out, [Y/N]. Hold on.”

“Your dick is fine--it’s amazing, in fact.” You grab his shoulders when he tried to get up, “Taeyong, I like you.”

Taeyong bursts out laughing, “We’re really confessing in the nude?”

“Think of it this way: if you feel the same way, it’s so much easier to get down to business.” You cock a brow at him and he shrugs with puckered lips.

“Then, I like you, too.” He says, twisting his torso to face you and dragging his thumb across your lower lip, “So, round two?”

Snorting, you cup his face and pull him in for a kiss, “How about we exclude shitty profs and abusive friends?”

Taeyong hoists you up in his arms, carrying you so that either of your legs were secured over his hips. He starts to walk away from the couch, grinning at you as you squealed in surprise at his action, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

a/n: this feels so rushed because of my internet situation ;A;

#nct smut #taeyong smut #kinkmas2018

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hadeanic · 5 years

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Forward! Talk and walk the part! | Tsukiko | Chapter 1 | Trial | ATTN: Noel, Namiko

After their initial outburst, Tsukiko remained remarkably quiet. While they did catch most of what was discussed, they didn’t seem too eager on pitching in anytime soon. When there were points where they felt like speaking up, others were already bringing up what they wanted to say. Thus, there was not much else to do, other than to see just how much they were able to move with the sling on them. Obviously enough, movement was pretty limited, but they could still somewhat use their arm if the need arises. Hopefully, it wouldn’t take too long to heal...

Tsukiko perked up immediately when Noel spoke about the spy camera she’s built. Their eye brimmed with excitement as they look over to where she was, starting to talk no matter whether someone else was speaking about the trial at the time or not:

“Hey, hey, hey! Noeru, can you built me a camera, too? I’d happily sacrifice my phone for such an endeavour! While it may not be live, I could still learn a lot from recordings of my experiments! After all, it’s not like as if I can stay in my lab all day, so there’s always the possibility of missing something amazing out while I’m out grabbing myself something to eat! Pretty please?”

Really, Tsukiko? Was now the right time to ask for a camera when you were still discussing on who killed Kanpei?

(Then again, they never seemed too aware of their surroundings or what their actions could mean, huh?)

Fortunately for everyone, they do seem to recall that they were still in a class trial, so their attention shifts back to the debate at hand - though they’d probably drop it as soon as they heard Noel’s answer to their request. It was when Ayumu finished speaking that they deemed it the right time to make a comeback!

“Huhuhu, now isn’t that curious? I wonder if whoever did Kankan in hasn’t observed Sonon pulling the same stunt last night, so they could incoperate it into their murderous scheme? You know, to have a shot at securing themselves an alibi? It’s not like as if there’s someone there at all times, so they could’ve pulled it off - if it weren’t for Abab here!”

Were your referring to Ayumu with that last nickname? Why.

“Seems still pretty risque, given that someone could’ve gone and used the train a minute after it arrived, thus potentionally destroying their alibi, but hey, at least they tried!”

The chemist shrugged, not too bothered by their murderer trying to be sneaky about their crime.

“Anyway, I recall someone bringing forth the possibility of the map being made by Kankan, yes? Makes a lot of sense to me - especially if you account for the possibility that the murderer intended it that way. I mean, if they don’t want to be caught, it’s better to let their victim write anything, in case they have to do a handwriting check later on. However, this can also mean the following about the NN part!”

At this point, they raise their right hand up and point their index finger up.

“ONE! Kankan simply wrote the initials of their partner’s name before they even had a chance to come up with a nickname to obscure their own identity.”

Now their middle finger went up.

“TWO! It is actually a code name of sorts and was used to specifically frame Naknak!”

Then their hand went down and to their chin this time, their head slightly tilted to the saide.

“However, if it’s the second one, I’d be curious why she was specifically framed. Seems a bit too random, wouldn’t you agree? Not to mention that the culprit must’ve had to observe her enough to know what she might be up to and I kind of don’t believe we’ve had enough time to do just that.”

“Which brings me to the first possibility - even if her initials were written down, Naknak still could use it to her advantage if played right! Just think about it - if she tried to throw it somewhere away, it’d be obvious that someone tried to hide it away. However, if you leave it in plain sight, you might think that someone wanted for us to find it immediately. As VR stands for Visor Red, we’d come to the conclusion that the other initial might be a code name as well? And even if it didn’t, Naknak could still say that she’d never leave something like that in the open if she was the culprit...”

“Unless she wanted to frame herself to cast suspicions off of her! That’s also a possibility that should be considered, yes?”

All things considered, Tsukiko continued to talk with a smile on their face, completely unperturbed that they were talking about murder or even edging in on their number one suspect.

“Not to mention that you deny going to the blue area when someone saw you - and Noeru’s statement was proven my Abab’s confirmation, so it’s only logical to trust their words over yours in that regard!”

Thanks for being so considerate, Tsukiko.

“Therefore, you’d have around six and a half hours to prepare everything! You’d have time to set up Sparky Sparky Boom Horsie for your escape through the secret tunnel, you’d have enough time to shortly go back to the train station and send the train off after Kankan arrived at the blue area... Actually, speaking of Sparky Sparky Boom Horsie, if you’d use it immediately after the murder has been committed, I think it’s feasible for you to have arrived at Grey Station in around 15-20 minutes, so you could join anyone to secure yourself an alibi! I wish we could’ve tested it out, but that’s not possible anymore, so there’s that!”

“Oh and let’s talk about your skills, too! According to the roster, your skills seem ideal for this specific murder! I mean, being able to make it seem like as if your voice comes from somewhere else entirely? Couldn’t this be used to make Kankan believe that you were over in the backstage area as you both agreed upon when, in fact, you went up to the catwalk?”

“Or how about the ability to estimate where something or someone might be based on the sounds around you or your own voice? That’d be a lot of help to drop a sandbag accurately on someone’s head, right?”

If they could, Tsukiko would’ve clappd their hands together, but alas, the sling made it difficult to pull it off in the fashion they desired it to be. Thus, they slightly clap the surface of their podium, smiling all the same.

“All of that said though, they’re only possibilities. It’s entirely reasonable that someone else might’ve done it, but unless evidence doesn’t pile up against anyone else, then the jig's up, kuhahahahaha!”

... Were they even trying to find the real culprit? It was hard to tell, given their behaviour. At least if it was done outright maliciously, the others could simply ignore them, but that certainly didn’t seem to be the case. Tsukiko simply said what was on their mind and... that was it.

#rwc #chone #abnormdays #trial #tsukiko #submission

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kyemeruthie · 2 years

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On the bubble

Our scheduled flight would be tomorrow night, but here we are waiting for our visa to arrive. My father already got his, I and my mother are on visa limbo. We have a very tight window to make it for my graduation ceremony on Tuesday. The next best schedule we can get is flying to Syd on Monday night, arriving on Monday and then catching the earliest flight to Adl OR fly straight to Adl. The first one is least costly but tiring; the latter will cost us a fortune.

Is this God's way of telling us, "no, not now, dear" ??

Again, the answer is in fervently praying for guidance and wisdom. For patience and provision. Here I am, sitting at Mcdonalds ranting online, to whoever reads/ listens. I honestly just want to see the results, because I'm getting angsty with prolonged agony. Hahaha. Huhuhu. Totally impatient. Tsk tsk.

Anyway, we did everything we could on our part. We should continue trust God's leading. I'd probably cry. I dunno.

///

There's an influx of money recently. I should probably use my waiting time paying off some overdue debt. Also, finishing more papers to check. Those are better use of time.

Ah, I remember, I have been putting off writing that overdue collab paper. I should use my time for that too. Currently overwhelmed (as usual) with piling tasks. Why do I always face this challenge? I probably brought this upon myself.

Writing down tasks help, there's therapy in crossing out tasks. On the other hand, looking at the uncrossed ones stresses the hell out of me. Do I need another breather? Probably.

Back-up plan if we don't make it for grad, go to SG and then cross to KL-Melaka with the parents. Next week, spend it in BKK and cross to Laos. Do I have money? Yes. Back to the original thought, pay off those debts before harboring these nice, rich kid ideas. I'd probably end up staying at home again. :P

We will see. Lord, pull through! :)

#life update

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livinglittlelie · 6 years

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Happy birthday, @crzangel! I wrote a lil drabble for you as a birthday present huhuhu. I hope you like it!

Izuku loved the sea.

There had always been something about the sea that drew him in and that managed to take his breath away. For as long as he could remember, Izuku had been enamoured with the crashing waves and the sea breeze, and he had done everything in his hand to spend as much time as possible near the sea.

Izuku’s home was relatively near the beach, so when it started to get warm Izuku’s mother would always take them there. Izuku would then spend the whole day in the water, either swimming or just letting the soft waves of the afternoon soak his feet while he sat on the sand.

Izuku loved the sea, and how refreshing it felt to dive in the fresh water when the sun was hitting strong. It was a feeling he missed dearly when autumn came and he couldn’t go to the beach anymore, and something he welcomed with a wide smile when the spring’s storms left to bring warmer weather.

But as time went on, Izuku found another reason why he loved the sea so much.

The sea was mysterious, and hid many wonders in its waters. By being nearby, Izuku had learnt many things he’d never fathomed to learn, even things he thought they were just myths.

Izuku secured the grip on his backpack’s shoulder straps as he made his way to the beach. He noted with his usual sadness the trash littered on the sand, making up mountains of rubbish that hid the beautiful sea from sight.

He wasn’t sure why or when it happened, but little by little his beach started filling up with rubbish until it was impossible to spend one’s time in there without fearing getting hurt. He had tried cleaning up the mess in his spare time, but the funny thing about dumping sites was that, no matter how much someone tried to clear it out, litter seemed to multiply on itself.

Izuku gave up on cleaning the mess after weeks and weeks of cleaning up restlessly, just for the pile to grow the day after. It was a shame, to be honest. There was nothing Izuku wanted more than returning the clear beauty that beach once had, but there was so much he could do by himself.

Well, maybe if he spent his whole summer break doing it…

With his current manpower, Izuku focused on keeping clear paths to the shore instead. They were hidden enough that people wouldn’t pile trash on them, and clear enough to let him through. Keeping them clear were a small victory in his book.

When Izuku got to the beach that day, he started walking on the sand towards the wall of trash, not bothering to take his shoes off. He leaped over a busted washing machine and moved a splintered door to the side, uncovering a path that lead directly to the shore.

He ran towards the waves, not minding if his red sneakers buried into the damp sand, and made his way to the small deck at the distance. It looked weathered and in a clear need of some repairs, but it was sturdy enough to support his weight, even if the boards creaked sometimes when he stepped on them.

As long as he didn’t fall into the water, Izuku was fine with creaky decks.

Once he made it to the edge of the deck, he sat down and placed the backpack to the side. He started untying his red sneakers and taking them off, placing them beside his bag. His socks came out next, which Izuku placed inside his sneakers unceremoniously.

Finally, Izuku dipped his feet in the sea, sighing in relief at the feeling of cool water curling around them. He kicked the water playfully, giggling softly at the splashing. The beach could be filthy, but the water had remained as clear and blue as he remembered from his childhood.

Izuku took a deep breath and lied down, basking on the warmth of the sun coupled with the seawater’s coolness. He closed his eyes and hummed, feeling his tense muscles finally relax. He had missed this.

Suddenly, something curled around Izuku’s feet and tugged down, making the boy squeal in surprise. He shot up like a spring and looked down instinctively, trying to see what had caught his feet. When his eyes met Shouto’s Izuku sighed in relief, putting a hand on his chest to try calm his racing heart.

“Todoroki-kun, god! You scared me!”

Shouto shrugged, although his shoulders were barely out of the water. “I have been calling your name for a while, but you didn’t seem to hear me. I thought I could grab your attention like this.”

“I guess that’s on me, then.” Izuku grabbed his bag and put it aside, making room in the deck beside him. “Do you want to join me?”

Shouto nodded. He placed his webbed hands on the edge of the deck and pushed his body up, splashing water everywhere as he got his body out of the water. The bright red and white scales of his tail glistened with the sunlight, and the boards of the deck creaked again when he sat down on beside Izuku.

Izuku couldn’t help but follow the trails of the little water droplets running down Shouto’s torso, suddenly mesmerized with the sight. Although his attention was soon diverted when the merman used his hand to comb his wet hair out of the way.

Izuku snapped his head forward, tense. He had to get a grip on himself.

“So!” Izuku exclaimed a bit too loud for his liking. “How’s your week been?”

“Uneventful.” Shouto leaned back and rested his weight on his hands, and started splashing the water with his tail. “I went to the academy as usual. They taught us how to fight with tridents, which was quite interesting, but nothing else happened. And at home I tried to get away from Father’s way as much as possible.”

Izuku winced. “Is he still mad about All Might getting the throne back?”

“That’s an understatement. He’s furious that All Might ‘snatched’ what Father considers his rightful place, even though All Might has been our king for centuries before he disappeared. I’m pretty sure Father’s planning ways of getting the crown back as we speak.” Shouto scoffed. “He can be so ridiculous sometimes.”

Izuku chuckled. “Well, you’re not doing him any favours by the way you speak about him. He sounds like a real prick.”

“He is.” Shouto glanced at Izuku. “But enough about that. I didn’t come here to talk about him. Did you bring any spare clothes?”

“Yeah, I have them in my backpack— Hey! Stop!”

Izuku immediately averted his gaze to look away from Shouto shifting to his human form. The merman had the bad habit of changing without a warning, not caring about what he called “humans’ laws of decency.” That meant that, more often than not, Izuku had to stop whatever he was doing and look away when Shouto decided to shift. Or, if he was unlucky — or lucky — he managed to get glimpses of a very human and very naked Shouto.

Izuku almost buried his head inside his backpack to avoid looking at Shouto. He fished for the towel and the clothes he had brought for the merman and started taking them out of the bag, handing them blindly.

He jumped when Shouto’s fingers curled around his to get the clothes, and breathed in relief when he heard him stand up to get dressed.

“Is it safe to look up?” Izuku asked.

“I think so.” Shouto’s eyeroll was palpable in his flippant voice. “I don’t get why you humans make such a big deal about nudity. Your species’ customs are very weird.”

Izuku glanced over his bag’s lapels to make sure he could look up, and got his head out of the bag once he checked that Shouto was at least wearing underwear. “Well, it’s the same as your issue with touching ears.”

“Touching ears is a very intimate gesture for us.”

“Well, so is seeing each other naked.”

Shouto’s head popped out of the t-shirt he was putting on and frowned in confusion. “But I’ve seen plenty of people naked at the beach before, and it didn’t seem to bother anyone. What’s the difference between them and me?”

“They’re wearing swimsuits, Todoroki-kun. Every time you shift you’re—” Izuku cleared his throat— “you’re totally naked.”

“So it’s fine to show almost all your skin, but it’s different if you’re fully naked? That doesn’t make any sense.”

Izuku simply shook his head with fondness and let the matter go with a smile. It wasn’t the first time they had discussed that topic, and Izuku knew by experience that they wouldn’t be able to reach an agreement. He still remembered how hard it had been to make Shouto understand why he couldn’t march around butt-naked the first time the merman had shifted. It had been even more complicated to convince him to put on some clothes.

At this point, Izuku was pretty sure Shouto only put on clothes to humour him.

Izuku waited patiently as Shouto finished changing, chuckling lightly when he saw the merman struggling with the pants. He handed Shouto a pair of shoes, and waited patiently as Shouto tried to untangle the ties. After seeing the merman’s frown deepen into a scowl, Izuku put his hands on Shouto’s and silently guided his fingers until he could undo the knots.

“Do you need help tying them up after putting them on?” Izuku asked.

“I’ll manage,” Shouto answered with the hint of a pout.

Izuku’s lips quirked up and proceeded to put on his own socks and sneakers. He tied them slower than usual, not missing how Shouto’s eyes were focused on Izuku’s fingers, and once he finished, he stood up.

“Ready?”

“Yeah.”

Shouto stood up after him and clasped their hands together, linking his web-less fingers with Izuku’s. Izuku fought the blush trying to rise to his cheeks, reminding himself that it was another one of the merpeople’s customs. Apparently holding hands was a common thing around merpeople, or so Shouto said.

Shouto’s face seemed to relax when Izuku squeezed his hand, and they started walking to the shore.

“So, do you have something in mind for today?” Izuku asked.

Shouto mused pensive. “I’d like to have another one of those ice creams treats. Which flavour was the one you had last time I came? Chocolate?”

“It was chocolate chip cookie flavoured, but isn’t it a bit too cold to have ice cream right now? I don’t want you catching a cold.” Izuku put his free hand on his mouth, deep in thought. “Actually, do merpeople catch colds? How do you sneeze underwater?”

“We do sneeze, but I don’t know what ‘catching a cold’ is. Is that another one of your illnesses?”

Izuku nodded. “Yeah. When you have a cold your head an throat hurts, and your nose is really runny. Sometimes you can even get a fever.”

Shouto hummed. “We have something similar, I guess. Anyway, I’m sure it’ll be fine. I feel pretty warm wearing these clothes already.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

Izuku sighed, giving up. “Well, then. Let’s go get some ice cream.”

Shouto and Izuku made their way out of the beach slowly. Izuku showed the disguised merman the way around the pile of trash, his constant babble taking Shouto’s mind out of the beach’s deplorable state. Izuku knew Shouto hated even more than him how dirty the beach was, so Izuku always tried to distract the merman as much as he could.

He just needed to wait until his summer break; then he would be able to tidy up the place. And who knew? Maybe he could get his friends from school to help him. Iida’s sense of righteousness would probably make him join Izuku instantly, and Ochako was way stronger than she looked. He was sure they could get rid of most of it if they worked together.

Izuku tightened his grip on Shouto’s hand and helped him jump off the busted washing machine, reaching the other side of the trash wall. The sea was almost out of sight, but they could still hear the crashing of the waves. Shouto turned to look at the scenery, but Izuku tugged at his arm.

“Let’s go, Todoroki-kun.”

Shouto nodded and followed Izuku out of the beach. They only had until twilight to spend time together, and Izuku was ready to make Shouto enjoy their time together as much as possible. Izuku’s mind was set on making him temporarily forget about his father, about the beach, about everything but them.

That afternoon they were just Shouto and Izuku, and Izuku was going to make sure they spent a great time together.

#boku no hero academia #bnha #tododeku #tddk #my writing #happy birthday my dude!

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ayamsummer · 3 years

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5/10 isolation.

Couldn't sleep, so might as well just write sumfin, anythin.

*deep breaths*

Was posting a beach ig/fb story and the manager probably thought I was making up a story of a housemate being covid positive to get a free 10 days isolation and was enjoying the beach. She was asking me of a proof or sumthin that says I needed to self-isolate. Like srsly, was all ready for a night shift when we received the swab result back saying my housemate was positive. Was not sure with the protocol as I already had 2 doses of vaccine and it says in the government website that if you are fully vaccinated then you don't need to self-isolate but then when I checked the hospital's protocol regarding self-isolation dangggg violaaa 10 days it is. But anyway, to cut it short, I've sent her a copy of the swab result, proof of address for me and my housemate with surely our names on it, and the screenshot of the daily bulletin highlighting the hospital protocol on self-isolation. Woudn't blame her tho, as it is already our 3rd cycle of isolation. *engk* so ya 10 days off but can't enjoy the sun thing.

On day 1, I said I'm gana be as productive as I can (write songs, rearrange room, play drums, stream, record, road to mythical glory etc) but 5 days later, still hasn't done a thing. I wanted to get rid of so many things but also I'm emotionally attached to most of it so it was hard letting go. One thing or another, I knew I had to keep my room as minimalist as possible. But also if you know me well, I'm a hoarder, I'm a keeper, I'm an emotional junkee keeping receipts as souvenirs and such cos I value them a lot and the memories with it. Anyway, I think the goal is to let go of the things that I didn't even use for a year now. Hopefully, I'd be able to keep my stand on that. Just ordered additional toys for my toy collections but will probably let go of some in the display cabinet. Ironic! Huhuhu

Washing machine was broken for about 2 weeks now and we had continuously followed up the agency but no one came. We tried troubleshooting but we had no luck. So you see, my laundry basket is overflowing that i wanted to throw everything in the trash bin. Lol

So earlier, I folded the 2week old not so fresh laundry and piled them up in the closet the "6 inches" way, ironed my clothes while watching shaman king and my favorite thing to do - i vacuumed the room but my 60 yr old back is terrible had to stop and stay flat in bed. And then, I wanted to organise my photos in my phone and stuff like that and wanted to write on my journal notebook cos it was quite a while now. Also, i cooked sinigang yesterday and made some hot lemon juice with honey. Today, was lazy to get up, so we ordered lamb doners! Im muching doners while typing this. And yes, Im nao 45 kg from 42 kg okayyy byeee!

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ogkiah-kiara02 · 6 years

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My Most Depressing Moment as an Otaku #1

Hi! Today I'll be talking about one of my most depressing moment happened in my past which my otome game is involved. -_-

Here it goes..

I've been playing some otome games in the past like Lost Island, Blood+Roses and etc. I admit it, It was lit' 😊 I recommend those 2 otome games, but apparently in the year 2016-2017 I've been playing Midnight Cinderella in that whole year. Everyday, before and after I go to sleep, before and after I go to school, before and after I eat my lunch, I play my midnight cinderella. It's been part of my everyday routine. I never forget to check my game every morning, luch time and evening. I never realized that I am so into that game. Until the year 2017 has ended.

Year 2018, I think it was the 2nd week of the month of January. I was an OJT student in an Ocean Park company and to get to that park, we need to travel for an hour. We work there 8 hours a day, but it's much like a whole day training because we travel early and got home in sunset. So, as usual I already buy some food for my lunch and bottle water. I put in my bag which doesn't have any pocket (It's a type of bag).

Okay, so I do my job and the end of the day come. We go out, time out, and as I was walking I suddenly feel my bag is wet. So I check it and saw the water bottle I bought was squished which make my bag wet, well its not just that my phone is also swimming in the water inside my bag. OMG! I immediately remove the water in my bag. I don't know when that happened. I remember bumping on a pole and also leaning my back in my bag. So, I don't really know.

While I was in the bus, I remove my phones battery and wipe it with my clothes. I keep turning it on but it won't turn on. That time, I don't actually feel like dying when my phone is gone or anything. I was like totally speechless, until I realize that my Midnight Cinderella account was there! Aarrgghh!!! I don't memorize my account that time! All of my effort had gone for nothing! I have a high amount of bells that time! My grace is already high! I have a lot of wonderful dresses! Many achievements and awards! and more importantly I finished the story of the 8 ikemen characters of midnight cinderella! After a year of playing it, everything is gone in one day! (Huhuhu T.T I wanna cry just remembering it)

Because of how depress I am not just because I forgot and lose my otome game account but also I got a pile of school paperworks. I stopped playing any otome game for like 4 months. (That's how I really love that otome game) I tried to play any otome game but it ended up not working and not that really exciting or let's just say that the story line is simple.

But yeah, After 4 months. When I already have moved on and accept the fact that my account is gone, I started all over again. Now, I am continuing to play Robert's route, and I need a friend on today's event in Royal Honeymoon in his POV.

THAT'S ALL!

That's my most depressing moment in my life.

#midnightcinderella #depressing #story

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golclen-linings · 4 years

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KRKN FIC RECS

Only in order of when i read it, not how good it is or anything (bec they are all good in their own way) + a quote i like from the story !

curiosity kills - newamsterdam

“Sorry, Kozume-kun,” Sugawara calls out to him with a teasing smile. “This is the sort of thing you sign up for, in this family.”

Family. It’s a warm word, a good word. Kenma’s not quite sure if it fits, yet, but he’s willing to explore the possibility. Holding onto Kuro, he heads into the house without looking back.

(Lonely?kenma meeting kuroocat but hes actually a shapeshifter and there’s powers involved and AAA i told u about this already its rly cool huhuh ITS RLY COOL there r some dark parts tho so like self-esteem problems so be prepared but AAAA its rly nice its R L Y nice promise) (theres a part 2 but i don think i am ready for it)

Wild Misadventures - avogara

You are my sun and stars.

(idk mam there is jus something about dis HAHAHAHH i rly liked how my mind imagined the scenes !! there r 13 chapters but dw the chapters arent so long ? its established krkn and kuro juST TRIES SO HARD !!!!!! HE TRIES SO HARD my hart, it crack. beware chapter 2 mean guys r gross to kenma cause they think he is a female.) ((ok i skimmed thru the fic to find a quote n i think i like it bec im biased bec i like the sun n stars thing becAUSE THATS OUR THING TOO HUEHHUEUHUE))

Home - suggestivescribe

Kuroo let his eyes flutter closed, and he breathed in Kenma's scent, squeezing him tight.

"I miss you every day."

(this one is short n v cute lang huhu,,,huhuhuh,,,college freshman kuroo and 3rd yr hs kenma!!)

How Kuroo Found Kenma - suggestivescribe

Kenma looked at him, and something on his face broke for a moment. He blinked heat out of his eyes, pulled the wrinkle out of his forehead, and attempted to drag his lips back to neutral. Kenma swallowed, "So that's what a lie sounds like in your voice."

(the whole chapter 3 mam i still dream about it it rly LIVES in my MIND rent free it makes my chest feel THINGZ also theres fanart with the fic its rly cute !!! i like dis one because the Friendship between oikawa and kuroo v cute and kenma too v cute !! its college them) ((there are sexy times here like an early one where kuroo has a wet dream and another one with a kenma fantasy which u can skip but the one at the end,,its when krkn get together and its like mixed in with sweet words so its up to u!!! also theres a panic attack kuroo its not that graphic tho but in case!!))

anything not saved will be lost - newamsterdam

“I’m not mad at you. And where would I go, anyway?”

“Into your head,” Kuroo mumbles. “You go far away from everyone, but usually not me. And I can’t stand it when you do it, because I miss you.”

(ACTUALLY this isnt finished but the ending of the latest chapter already Feeds in my opinion so !!! its sad but also nice HUHUH it has legend of zelda references and i think u needa be in a mood reading this but its nice!!!) ((also their work “i built you a home in my heart” is nice too))

Good Calls - memekonhq

“It’s okay to say you miss him.”

“He comes home some weekends.”

“It’s still okay.”

(captain kenma in 3rd yr and college freshman kuroo!!!!! i think this is NICE because ????? because captain kenma HAHAH AND KUROO idk its just nice,,,its nice)

even if you’re ahead for a bit, i will catch up -ghostpot

Years of Kenma smothering his feelings because Kuroo's were so much easier to understand and deal with, all piling up and screaming at the back of his mind, Pay attention to us! Pay attention to us! A heart that has skipped a beat too many times, a stomach always full of a thousand butterflies, hands that yearn to reach out and touch, all constantly ignored because it was simply far too much effort to sort through his feelings and figure out how to act on them.

(krkn friendship and nekmoa vs karasuno match leading us to the happy ending!!!) ((NICE PUD IYANG you're the brake lights failing (as my car swerves off the freeway))

Step by Step - dgalerab

Kenma wants to take everything about Kuroo and hide it into a crevice of his heart where it can be safe and loved forever, where it can make Kenma feel as warm as he does whenever Kuroo snuggles beside him.

(your honor they love each other !!! again issa sad kuroo but kenma is there for him rarararar happy ending huhuhu)

sunlight for the flowers - fromthefarshore

I like flowers," he says. He's warm in Kuroo's arms, he makes Kuroo feel alive and Kuroo thinks it's all he needs. He tilts his head to look at Kenma, at his bright, shining eyes, and he smiles.

"And flowers," he says, "like the sun."

(its SHORT and SWEET and i !!! i !!!!! like flowers and krkn !!!!!!!! yhuhuhuuh)

yours - darling

they don't know. and they know.

the way people do: incomplete but not in a bad way.

or: there is more of you for me to know -- still, somehow, always.

(its like a skippy kind of fic with lots of spaces but i like it !! i like the vibe!!!! )

in this universe by crossbelladonna

Little fragments of Kenma's heart are cradled in Kuroo's hands, forever gentle in all the alternate realities, all the good ones Kenma can think of. Especially right here, dancing in the light.

stuck here in a life that repeats by 14hrflight (25postcards)

His heartbeat is steady and he doesn’t make Kenma’s heartbeat faster, but he makes it easier to breathe.

it's like a summer shower by neenswrites

“When I first told my mother about this, she was worried,” Kenma says slowly. “She said that while I don’t put in the effort for a lot of things, when I care about something, I put my all into it. And there’s nothing or no one I care about more than you. So, I’ll always put in the effort when it comes to you. When it comes to us.”

most of todxrxki’s works bitaw!!!

everything by shions_heart madam,,,all their works,,,i live for their writing tbh LIKE I CHIKKAD U DBAH I GO THRU THE TAG and sometimes i dont check the author i jsut read and i end up rly likin the story and when i go bookmark it, its by shions_heart and i go “aah mao diay” huhuhuh v nice work v nice i rly go “shions_heart talaga” when i find out na the work i liked is by them diay

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mistmantled · 7 years

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I FINALLY WATCHED GODSPELL LIVE AND IT WAS AMAZING

I WAS PRETTY MUCH MAKING THE “8D” FACE / SCREAMING INTERNALLY / SINGING ALONG TO E V E R Y S I NG LE SONG THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE SHOW SO I’M NOT REALLY COHERENT RIGHT NOW BUT HERE ARE SOME IMPORTANT THINGS

they went with a junkyard set which was super cute, they had a moving cart big enough for people to stand on and there was scaffolding in the back that could be climbed on; there were newspapers strewn in the aisles which the cast cleaned up at the start of the show; the band was onstage obscured slightly by the piles of junk but they had a piano and everything

i was afraid because they didn’t start right away with “tower of babble”; they had the cast scrounging around/fighting with each other and then jesus came on with a ring light and quoted some scripture before disappearing again so i was like oh no are they making it Extra Bible (I WAS WRONG THO also i think this is a prologuey bit that was really in the original show)

they used the orchestrations from the revival THIS WAS ONE OF THE THINGS I WAS MOST NERVOUS ABOUT SO THE SECOND “PREPARE YE” WENT INTO HIGH GEAR I WAS SO PUMPED

the first time jesus came on he was already in a white shift/tunic thing and sneakers so i was like “huh that’s a very Traditional Messiah costume, the jesus costumes in other productions had kind of a One Distinct Thing about them (the superman shirt, the #1 jersey, etc.), i wonder why they chose to go with th--” and then during the baptism jesus TAKES HIS SHIRT OFF AND TURNS AROUND SO JOHN CAN BAPTIZE HIM AND HE HAS AN ICHTHYS FISH TATTOO ON HIS SH O U L D E RDFLSJKLSFSKDJAKD

(me: *LOOKS UP AT CEILING* FORGIVE ME FATHER FOR I AM SINNING RIGHT THIS MINUTE)

(i mean he puts his shirt back on but like. I KNOW ITS THERE NOW)

also their jesus gave me such lin-manuel miranda vibes, he was lovely but also slightly alarming in terms of how similar their voices and inflections were, i kept feeling like alexander hamilton was telling me about the beatitudes

all the disciples greeted jesus one by one during “save the people” and each of them did something different like a hug or a fistbump or a high-five; judas was last and kissed jesus tenderly on both cheeks, and when he pulled away jesus looked slightly in shock. C H I L L S

the Disciple Thing was a ragged strip of red cloth tied around their wrists; in the finale when they don’t have them anymore, the disciples distribute new neat red ribbons amongst themselves huhuhu (EDIT: omg i just realized this could be a reference to the film version where they tie jesus to the chain-link fence with red ribbons.........holy cow the disciples are marked with the blood of the lamb chuchuchu)

red poncho boy was a good boy; i don’t know how to explain this you have to have been there

THE SKITS WERE SOOOOO FUN their props were all made of recycled materials like newspapers and bottles and stuff so cute

during pictionary jesus asked the girl from the audience what her name was so she told him and he responded super chill while shaking her hand “hi i’m jesus!” and then she said she wasn’t too good at drawing so he said “it’s okay, miracles can happen!” precious

the woman they got for charades meanwhile SUPER PLAYED ALONG so when she went up to jesus she was like “I’VE BEEN WAITING SO LONG TO MEET YOU” and gave him an EXTREMELY LONG HUG the entire cast was laughing their heads off it was hilarious

also they totally did the lazarus and donald trump skit WELP CAN YOU SAY MORE RELEVANT THAN EVER

i can’t remember what song this was but at one point the whole cast is singing and dancing except for judas who goes offstage and comes back with a footstool and a selfie stick and subsequently tries to take an oscar selfie with everyone

the good samaritan was a taho vendor qt pie (also, “they beat him and stripped him of his clothes--” “wait no guys there are children in the audience”)

during the master who erases the debt skit jesus and judas jumped up onto the cart and pulled microphones out of nowhere and STARTED BEATBOXING TOGETHER HELP ME PREPARE YE THE GAY OF THE LORD

ugh i wish i knew all the actors’ names but the ”all good gifts” guy (i think his name is topper) was SO GOOD his ad libs were great and whenever he yelled it was super funny (”the judge saw the samaritan and said” “EW”); he was the one who called lazarus from the audience and at first he got an older gentleman who didn’t seem to want to, so he saw the man had a grown-up son and said “would you like to sacrifice your son instea--OOPS WAIT WAS THAT A SPOILER” and then he messed around with lazarus making him lie down to be dead and stand up again; and then like was so chatty during intermission but when act 2 started he leaped onstage and yelled “YAY I’M AN ACTOR AGAIN”

“bless the lord” girl was a sassy powerhouse omg u go girl!!!!

“learn your lessons well” = “where’d she get the ukelele?” “idk”

“all good gifts” = parols made out of mountain dew bottles with lights inside them, so pure

“light of the world” = THE GODSPELL SHUFFLE YEEEEESSSSSS

when they broke for intermission jesus was the one who said the “go to the bathroom buy programs get water” spiel but then he said “if you want to smoke, there’s a smoking area over th--actually no, just quit” and then sauntered offstage

during intermission the cast was chatting with the audience and asking “do you guys want to know how it ends? do you want spoilers???” and then topper got excited and said he had prepared a number for us and went behind the piano; i’d already guessed it was going to be the after-hours “learn your lessons well” but i did not expect THE ENTIRE CAST to sing it all playing junk instruments, EXCEPT FOR JESUS WHO STRAIGHT UP LEGIT PLAYED THE VIOLIN, HOW DID I NOT DIE, I DONT KNOW

i was pleasantly surprised by how much of a solid backbone the second act had. it’s hard to explain but i think it’s because they didn’t shy away from using actual biblical symbolism, and thus it wasn’t as abstract as it could have been; you felt like you were seeing a narrative that made sense, in spite of the doubled casting. judas is actually shown receiving a small sack of silver, then later on he loops a long piece of rope around his neck while he sings “on the willows”; the betrayal kiss, the scourging, the crowning with thorns, the carrying of the cross are all acted out/pantomimed while jesus sings the finale (there was even a simon of cyrene and a veronica!). it was really good

also i almost forgot but jesus sings something a cappella in hebrew when he blesses the bread and wine and it is beautiful

the crucifixion is jesus climbing up onto the cart with his arms hooked around a long bamboo stick, turning his back to the audience, and then finally slowly sinking down out of sight

i think the biggest surprise was that instead of carrying jesus offstage, they chose to bring him back in the end of the finale/the “long live god” part! everybody had new “resurrection clothes” made out of colored cellophane which they put on, including jesus, and so they all sing the last bit together <3

THIS WAS SO LONG BUT I HAVE HONESTLY NEVER BEEN HAPPIER TO WITNESS A PIECE OF THEATRE IN MY LIFE PROBABLY, IF I COULD SEE IT AGAIN I TOTALLY WOULD AHUUUUU HASHTAG BLESSED FOREVER

#My posts #godspell #AHUAAAGHGHSSFDFSDF

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