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42nd Street and Fifth Avenue looking north, 1929.

Photo: Irving Browning via The New York Historical Society/Getty Images

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Great 8: New York City (NYC) Sights 🗽

“There is something in the New York air that makes sleep useless” Simone de Beauvoir Simone called it. New York, it’s the city that never sleeps. The buildings shoot up into the sky, the people bustle past fast, and everywhere you look, there’s something amazing to see! As you navigate the vibrant streets, you’ll feel the pulse of the city beneath your feet. From the lively energy of Times…

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✨Christmas Decorations at Radio City Music Hall in New York City!✨

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an aria in perfect fifths | k.hj, c.jh

"well, that would be great, but newsflash: i.. didn't.. sing!"

minors dni. ageless blogs dni. blank blogs dni. you'll be blocked. genre: supernatural character(s): kim hongjoong, choi jongho tags: violin demon hunter!hongjoong, demon!jongho, violins, jongho can show up in mirrors, explicit language, banter, mild rivalry energy, hj and jh have some history, very very loosely based around phantom of the opera (more vibes than anything) word count: 1.3k summary: choi jongho, a notorious demon of the opera house, can be summoned to any mirror, but only if you sing three notes perfectly in a very specific order. one day he is summoned.. only to find the man responsible didn't even open his mouth. a/n: this work is entirely inspired by and workshopped with the amazing anne (@bikerjongho)! please go and read her work, she is incredible. particularly for this one shot, i would advise you read her one shot stradivarius in flames, as that is where violin demon hunter!hongjoong originated! with her permission i have combined my idea with her world to create this. to anne: i really hope you like it!🫶

Hongjoong knows how to play the violin.

Over the years of setting the instruments to the fire to burn the demons within, he has learned to become quite the virtuoso. Now, he may not be perfect, but he is certainly no slouch at playing.

When the mood strikes him, he waits until the demon is lying perfectly dormant to lift up the violin along with its bow and play a line or two. Hongjoong knows he has little time to spare, but he uses that time to place the violin between his jaw and shoulder, and drag the bow across the finely tuned strings.

With being so lost in the melody, he does not even realise something happening to the cracked mirror behind him.

Clouds rumble behind the glass, and in its fragile state, almost shatters completely.

When the figure materialises, his lips tilt up in a smirk briefly, before he realises just who has summoned him. "..Oh, God.."

The voice almost makes Hongjoong drop the instrument on the ground.

Pivoting on the spot, he comes face to face with what exactly happened to the mirror.. and the person inside it.

His jaw drops, a mix of disbelief and annoyance. "What the hell do you want, Jongho?”

Jongho merely stares at him, deadpan. "It is a pleasure to see you again too, Hongjoong.”

Rolling his eyes, Hongjoong groans, "I thought you needed to be summoned! Why are you bothering me?”

"Bothering you?" Jongho repeats, remarkably calm with his hands crossed in front of him. "I do need to be summoned, that is exactly why I am here, or have you forgotten?" he asks, lifting a brow like a disappointed father.

"No I haven't forgotten, how could I forget? That's your entire shtick," Hongjoong retorts.

"Well.." Jongho gestures vaguely around him. "Then you would know the only way I could possibly be here is if I had been summoned, and.. you are the only one here." Jongho smiles; it seems bizarrely genuine, though anyone who knows Jongho would know he could hide a thousand laughs of ridicule behind his saccharine grins. "Might I say, I did not expect your vocals to improve so dramatically, you truly did pay attention in all of my lessons!"

Hongjoong purses his lips, not at all amused by this. "Well, that would be great, but newsflash: I.. didn't.. sing!"

He punctuates each word with a wave of the bow in his right hand. Jongho draws back in shock.

"You.. did not?”

"No! I did not!" Hongjoong asserts.

Jongho's attention then gets brought back and forth between the violin, the bow and Hongjoong. The violin, the bow, Hongjoong, the violin, the bow..

Jongho stops. He covers his eyes with one hand and sighs. "It was the violin. You playing the violin summoned me.”

Hongjoong stills, then slowly glances down at the instrument in his hands. It clicks, and he scoffs.

"Oh, fuck- You're right, it was the violin!"

Jongho drops his hand and looks away in exasperation.

He does not get paid enough for this.

Hongjoong twirls the bow around his fingers. “Ha! Funny that.. But, hold on.” He pauses, then quickly throws the bow in the air to catch again before pointing it at Jongho. “I barely played a chord on this thing. How did you get summoned so fast?”

Jongho shrugs, still baffled by the fact it was a violin that did the trick over anyone singing to start pondering the specifics. “Don't ask me, you’re the one who plucked it.”

“But that's all I did!” Hongjoong says, exasperated.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jongho sighs, “Look, you played a couple notes, it managed to match the notes that would need to be sung in order to summon me, I’m here now..” He drops his hand and stares at the demon hunter. “What do you want?”

Hongjoong’s eyes shift around the room before they land on Jongho, blank as ever. “You- You think I did this to legitimately conjure your presence? I didn't even know this was possible, your appearance is a bigger surprise than my appearance on stage getting the Stradivarius last month.”

“Ah.. Ah, yes I did hear whisperings about that..” Jongho recalls in a tone of voice Hongjoong just knows is leading to a punchline. “You made quite a name for yourself in the local fucking newspaper!”

“Well, if they didn't know it was me, did I really make a name for myself?” Hongjoong quips, putting the violin and bow aside.

“Stradi-Vulture..”

“Yeah, see? No name for myself, I live perfectly in secret,” says Hongjoong, taking a seat on an old, dusty chair in the corner. He clasps his hands over his abdomen then kicks his feet up on a crate in front of him, crossing one ankle over the other.

Jongho draws his lips to a thin line and exhales through his nose. He pointedly decides to change the subject. “Have you remembered anything from my lessons?”

Hongjoong's eyes dart over. The tonal shift from somewhat light-hearted banter to sincerity nearly knocks him off the chair. “I didn't not remember anything..”

“Wonderful answer,” Jongho tuts.

Planting his feet on the floor, Hongjoong rests his arms on his thighs. “Let me put it this way: I haven't applied your teachings in the way you might think but they have helped a tremendous amount.”

Jongho’s brows pricked up at that. “Oh?”

Hongjoong smirks a little proudly. “..I know my arias from my cadenzas.”

Jongho scoffs a laugh. “You’re a funny one, Hongjoong.”

Jongho processes the information and it slowly clicks into place. “..Because you know what form they take, you know what kind of demon you are dealing with.”

“You laugh! But, it has helped me figure out what the demons are singing when I’m seeking them out. Does more than you might imagine.” He nestles back in the chair then flicks a stray bit of lint off his jacket.

Hongjoong shrugs a shoulder, “You taught me that.”

Jongho shifts in place inside the mirror. He starts to feel the growing embers of his limited time in this space closing in on him, a sign that he should not spend much longer in there, lest he grow weak. “You surprise me, Hongjoong. Though, to be fair, it was not as though you took much interest in the singing portion of my lessons.”

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. “You can thank Astaroth for that one..”

“You made a mockery of each other. Besides, are you telling me you always took an interest anyway?”

“Why do you think I showed up?” Hongjoong fired back, looking Jongho directly in the eyes.

Jongho was taken aback by this sudden admittance. Hongjoong had always been the one to turn up late. He sat in the back and played with the piano keys. No mention of any genuine interest in the singing, apart from the odd time Hongjoong would throw a note through the air just to appease the old choirmaster.

His eyes narrowed. “Why did you show up?”

Hongjoong feels a lead weight in his chest.

Gently, he lifts the violin and places it on his hands, as though he were presenting an award, and stands up.

“Had to save you from one certain fate, didn't I?”

Hongjoong can't look him in the eyes.

Jongho swallows the lump in his throat. The embers grow stronger.

“I- I must go.”

“I bid you farewell, sir.” Hongjoong smiles faintly. A smile that does not reach his eyes. His eyes are still trained on the violin. “Tell Astaroth we can talk it out soon.”

The warmth of fire starts to burn Jongho’s skin as his eyes well up with tears. Without another word, he disappears from the mirror, shrouding the backroom in darkness once more.

Hongjoong hums passively. He decides not to risk another note.

At least he now knows he could get an aria in perfect fifths.

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Camboy Steve saves up and treats you to a stay at the plaza for your first official couple trip and makes sure you live like a QUEEN

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from Photoplay, April 1947

original caption:

PHOTOPLAY'S Pattern of the Month Claudette Colbert, who is seen in Triangle's "Sleep, My Love" released through United Artists, wears a dress Sophie of Saks Fifth Ave. designed especially for her persona wardrobe. Every bit of the new look for spring is combined in the softly pushed-up sleeves, unpressed pleated skirt and little-girl collar. For evening dress-up make it in Belding Heminway's Sparkling Matlasse or Brocade. For a daytime a Paisley print or colorful Crepe Natural.

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The Most Memorable Thirteenth Doctor Episode Title? Uhm, None of Them. Awkward

The Most Memorable Thirteenth #DoctorWho Episode Title? Uhm, None of Them. Awkward

Doctor Who featured in the last round of the BBC quiz show, Pointless, earlier this week, though the result wasn’t particularly thrilling for anyone. For anyone unfamiliar with Pointless, it’s a series essentially like a reverse Family Fortunes, where the producers survey 100 people and contestants have to find the most obscure answer — to win altogether, you’ve got to find an elusive pointless…

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* breathing heavily, leaving a trail of limbs and blood and viscera behind me * None of you care about art

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nimona (the book) was so important to me when i was in middle school and my egg was cracking

nimona (the movie) is so important to me bc i feel like i see myself in a movie for once!!! i love having freaky creature gender!!!

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The old Waldorf-Astoria on 34th St. and Fifth Ave., 1923. It was demolished to make way for the Empire State Building.

Photo: Irving Underhill via MCNY

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Merry Christmas Everyone! ❤️ Sak’s Fifth Avenue Holiday Light Show in New York City!

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Y’all denying nate like your life depends on it LET HIM SCORE

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