#he played up that sun to moon transition you know he did

[stickidystickblog]

I am coping. I am coping so well.

[kristsingto]

Thinking about the Mock-Trailer for The Ex-Morning

Pathapi is said to be the Best Reporter of the Year in the beginning. How. I want to know his career accomplishments so badly? I need to know how he got here!

I’ve been considering why Pathapi acts the way he does in the beginning. Has he always been like, since his university days? Or was it perhaps heartbreak and the passage of time that’s made him more like this? 

Aou is being made to play the exasperated best friend in Be My Favorite and the rival with coffee thrown on him in The Ex-Morning. Someone give both characters a raise. And a boyfriend!

I looooove the trope of the arrogant, whiny jerkass in a successful position who gets humbled. And that paired with him rebuilding his reputation with his ex-boyfriend of all people? I am so ready to see Pathapi’s character arc, and the things Tamtawan makes him do in this trailer makes me think he’ll get more in-tune with the spirit of good reporting and why it’s so important.

How does Tamtawan know and decide to come back? Obviously, he wants to help Pathapi and is still in love with him, but why did he leave? WHY DID HE LEAVE? Later in the trailer, when present-day Tamtawan leaves, it’s after he’s told “Tam. You have two options now.” What are the two options? The way Tamtawan leaves and the look on his face makes him look regretful, but what exactly is motivating him trying to leave here? Why did he leave in the first place? Does Pathapi know? His face looks half confused rather than just heartbroken!

What has Tamtawan been up to? I am intrigued.

The SOTUS reference in their university days flashback? I am obsessed. They were so sweet in that one frame, it makes me wonder how they fell in love. How different were they? How much of the same remains in them? How did they fall in love? Oh my god!

The transition from Pathapi being awkward with shirtless only-clothed-in-a-towel Tamtawan to taking his own shirt off and asking if Tamtawan has an ulterior motive to fluster him is hilarious to me. I love how forward Pathapi is here! And Tamtawan getting flustered is amazing. Oh my god, I love this trailer. It balances a comedic tone, angst, tension, etc all in one show. Can’t help but adore it.

“You’re still the same selfish jerk.” I need to know what happened! I said this above and I’m saying it again. I am intrigued.

Uni Tamtawan pulling Pathapi by his tie? I am obsessed.

The umbrella scene is both so very P’Lit and so very much a SOTUS reference, it delights me. I wonder how many SOTUS references we’ll have in the show proper.

I wonder if the car accident will coincide with the climax of the show.

That! Last! Scene! I suppose this is a scene when they’re hooking up but not properly together, seeing as they’re flirting, shirtless, and probably just had sex, but still won’t admit they still like each other. This sounds great to me.

I’ve mostly not talked about the meta elements here, because I feel it’s less about the contents of the actual trailer and more about the nature of the series as such a KristSingto RPF-type plot. Anyway, I love it. Everything about the meta of this series is perfect to me, and exactly what I wanted. This show is SO fun to think about when you know about the lore of KristSingto in real life. I’m half expecting Tamtawan to have hazed Pathapi at this point!

Side note that is not a side note: I LOVE THEIR ACTING! I love their characters!

Is this vers? I’m going to say it’s vers or Top Krist until proven wrong, because that last scene? Well. Let’s put the KristSingto into the KristSingto.

I love the small cast and the focus on KristSingto! I just need to say this. I am so excited for this comeback, in-part because it really is just Tamtawan and Pathapi’s story.

Tamtawan is supposed to mean “follow” and “sun” whereas Pathapi means earth/soil/ground. Coming off of KongArt, where Arthit is obviously “sun,” and KristSingto, who compare themselves to the sun and moon, this seems so definitely meaningful. Aof and Lit, I need to know what you’re cooking! 

The coals scene is sooooo perfect, both for the characters AND KristSingto themselves. Again bringing it back to the meta of it all, but, oh my god? This is perfect? Aof wrote a screenplay that was KristSingto RPF? On that note, I keep thinking about the idea of KristSingto channeling their feelings from the irl work-partner “break up” and it makes me go a little crazy. Especially with Krist talking about all his efforts to bring Singto back, and how he over-thought it when Singto left. And even more so seeing as they say they’re basically playing themselves.

The lyrics of the song used in the trailer are so fitting, I am now looping it and thinking about Pathapi and Tamtawan forever and ever.

I noticed that Tamtawan goes by “Tam” but did I miss it for Pathapi in the trailer, or do we get no indication of his nickname? I’m curious.

The “Begin Again” for the new Peraya Party speaks to both KristSingto and their new characters, and this is again making me go, oh god it’s true they’re just playing themselves.

I said my ideal KristSingto BL was a vers exes-to-lovers that parallels reality. Evidently, I was not alone.

Is it just me, or do the Pathapi + animals and Pathapi + soil degradation water scenes feel a lot like certain episodes of Friendship with KristSingto? Just me? Maybe it’s just Krist. I love him so dearly.

So much is revealed in this trailer, but that somehow makes me more intrigued about what is not being revealed to us?

Krist still goes for the top lip and Singto still goes for the bottom lip when they kiss. This kills me every time. I am so excited to see lovey-dovey Tamtawan and Pathapi!

[naffeclipse]

I saw all those harpy Penguin posts and was like "I wonder if I could help or add something" when I noticed you wanted a name for it. Idk if you already have one but here is the essence of it I have so far in general.

Cardinal Instinct, or also words or phrases and concepts such as Nature vs Nuture, Core Instincts, Celestial Alingment, Harmonic Convergence.

Cardinal because it means most important or fundamental, and it is an aspect of the Zodiac signs with Cardinal, Fixed and Muted nature's based on the cycles of seasons and their phases of the start, the intrinsic bulk and the transitional conclusion.

It also is a play on Carnal, similar to how Apex Polarity is both a play on the phrase Apex Predator and Polarity with Polar, or maybe even also just with the Poles. It is also a reference to Cardinal directions, which are the defined and known directions on a compass, they are the familiar and known paths that are often taken because they form our understanding of the world and everything in it. But although they are the most formal they are most certainly not the only ways.

This references how Eclipse and PenguinHarpy!Y/N are both following their Instincts but also are in a situation where they are coming into question. They are both trying to care for the babies, but Penguin Y/N shouldn't by the technical detail of them not being Harpies but Orca Mer young, while it makes more sense for Eclipse to be compelled to tend to them. But Eclipse Is also bending the situation when he refrains from just following that direct line of instinct, naturally arriving at the typical bloody conclusion.

While nurture is what compelled our Harpy Y/N to take these 2 baby mers under their wings literally, it's up to Eclipse to either follow the vein straight to the scent of blood at the end or deviate from nature's course and answer in kind. The heart flows both in and out, and it's nature is as entrenched in its deep and darker reaches as it is swathed in the warmer and brighter patterns where the light touches.

But we all know at the end of the day if Eclipse gets what he wants he's taking a birdie home along with the two newly adopted children.

On another note I also did ponder over the concept of Sun and Moon being in the same universe as Apex Polarity, and my interpretation/idea was Sun being a Beluga and Moon being a Narwhal. Beluga fits Sun's personality quite a bit, but I will admit I cannot imagine how the heck you'd be able to fit that goofy-ass horn on Moon. I just wanted to mention this for the mental image of magical sea unicorn Moon and musical sea canary Sun for fun.

I love Cardinal Instinct! It flows well, has lots of thought and meaning behind it, and mirrors the structure name of Apex Polarity! I'd love to use that for the AU title if you don't mind!!! The dynamics of Orca!Eclipse and Penguin Harpy!Y/N are so well defined and explored within a few paragraphs, I'm in awe!

(He's absolutely taking a birdie home along with his babies)

That's so cute!!! A natural musical ability and a beautiful white and yellow tipped tail for Sun, and a majestic tusk for Moon with a tail of deep blue mottled with white markings like stars! I'm pondering some kind of sea shell or maybe even twisting his tusk into a head cap instead of a large canine tooth.

Regardless, these two would be much more mild-mannered with our lovely photographer, though no less interested in Y/N.

Excellent thoughts all around; I'm chewing on your every word!

[pynkgothicka]

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Synopsis - You visit your boyfriend the night he told you explicitly not to come. (Part 2 of the Monster Series)

Pairing - Dark! Yandere Werewolf Kim Taehyung x Fem! Reader

Featuring - Alex Wolff (Get it. Wolf. Please Laugh)

Tags and Warnings - Violence, Hints to Sex, Cannibalism??, Monsters, Transformations

Authors Note - Choosing exactly how I wanted to portray Tae took years off my life.

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

Your boyfriends hands ran over your skin as he sucked hickies into your skin. You giggled at the ticklish feeling. You could hear him snickering into your neck.

“Why are you laughing?” He said coming up to look you directly in your eyes. This only made you laugh more. “Can't take a few kisses?”

“You know I'm ticklish!” You say smacking his shoulder jokingly. Taehyung laughed, his deep voice resounding in your small apartment.

“Why do you think I do it?”

“Because your weird.”

“Hey! That's not very nice now is it?” He replied turning away from you. You knew he was joking, but you still wrapped your arms around him, his chuckling being heard from next to you. He then turned back around to kiss your forehead sweetly, his arm rubbing at your side as you say in your bed together.

Then your attention shifted to the television seemingly mindlessly. “These mysterious maulings have only one connection. They appear on the night of full moons.” The female reporter said, meanwhile her male counterpart laughed.

“Looks like we have a werewolf on our hands dont we!”

“Werewolves aren't real, maybe a goblin!” Both reporters laugh it off before transitioning into talking about the weather.

Taehyung scoffed next to you, his eyes rolling. “Why are they joking about that shit?” His brows furrowed. You take his much larger hand in your own and kiss it. Taehyungs face shifted to one of fondness.

“Well, maybe they're trying to be lighthearted about it… either way it's still very wrong. But hey that has nothing to do with us.”

“Mhmm, of course. Now come on I really want to kiss you again.”

🐺

About a month passed after that and Taehyung grew distant for past few days. When you called him he picked up but sounded really stressed.

“Did I do something… to make you not want to be around me anymore?” You ask, sitting down on your couch in the living room of your apartment. Your best friend Alex sat next to you. He wanted to be there for you for support.

"No it wasn't you, it's all me. I just want some time alright?"

"A-Are you breaking up with me..."

“No! Of course not… I swear tomorrow night I can come visit you and everything. Just not tonight.” Taehyung said.

"Oh, I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions. It's just that you're not usually like this. You have me worr-"

"I fucking told you I'm fine." With that Taehyung hung up. That's all it took for you to make the decision. You had to go visit him.

🐺

The sun set as you and Alex pulled into his small house's driveway.

"Stay in the car, I should be right back." You said getting out of the passenger side. You went under the door mat to find the spare key to let yourself back in. Almost immediately something was off.

It was quiet. Taehyung's house, whenever you called wasn't quiet. He told you he can't sit in silence in fact it unnerves him. So he usually lets Jazz music play throughout his home. Besides he usually hangs in his living room, doing crossword puzzles and sudokus. Maybe even playing a video game.

But he was no where in sight.

Something you did hear was the faint tussling of chains.

Following the noise led you to Taehyungs bedroom. You opened the door, revealing a jarring sight. Taehyung was only in his boxers and was chained to his radiator in his room. “Tae! Hold on let me get you out of those!” You said seeing a key lying next to his body. Taehyungs eyes kept going back to look at the setting sun and raising moon.

“No! Stay back!” He yelled at you, letting out andeep gutteral growl and groan. He hunched over, sweat pouring down his body. You followed his order, mainly out of fear. “I don't want to hurt you… I told you to stay the fuck away!”

“W-Whats wrong? You have to tell me what's wr-” You were quickly cut off by a sharp bone crushing noise. Taehyung let out a scream, his nails digging into the wooden floor beneath you. You watched in horror as your boyfriend's body bent out of shape, his bones snapping in a horror like fashion. His face contorted into one of a snout and fur spouted from his skin.

Oh god.

Your boyfriend was a werewolf.

He was THE werewolf.

The beast huffed in front of you, his golden eyes piercing into your soul. Seeing you made him almost roar to life, with a new found strength he broke free of the chains. You stood there in shock for a minute as the form kept huffing.

Then he lunged.

Thats what made you begin to run. His house was small and simple, yet you could see the signs. The walls were covered in scratch marks. In fact even the floor is. But you couldn't focus on that, you had to keep moving.

You made it out of the front door and closed it on him. You quickly head down the porch, seeing that Alex was still in the car. He looked in shock as you got in the passenger seat. “Alex turn the car on.”

“W-What why? What's wrong?!” He yells back at you his eyes stuck on the front door as it bangs against its frame.

“Listen to me. We have to fucking go!” You yelled back. Then just at that moment, Taehyung bursts through the door, the hinges falling off completely. He charges towards your car, his body slamming against the front glass. You and Alex scream as Alex fumbles with the keys, dropping them between the center and his seat. Taehyungs golden eyes make direct contact with Alex and he seems to lose it further growling and clawing to be let in.

“So he can't get us… right?” Alex says, jinxing it as the glass cracks.

“Get in the back seat!” You say jumping to the back and pulling down the drink holder to crawl into the trunk. You have Alex climb in first then you.

Then you hear it.

The bending of metal followed by shrill scream. You look back and see Alex's body being dragged out of the trunk and slammed to the ground. That should've instantly killed him, you knew that. So whenever you're grabbed you begin to freak out, but your not slammed to the ground. You knew some semblance of Taehyung was in him.

The way he looked at you as you cried and cowered away from him.

But the moment was seemingly ruined by Alex letting out a loud cough. “Get away… from her.” He said breathing heavy. Taehyung looked at him before setting you down on the nearby ground, licking your cheek. He grabbed the bumper from your car, pulling it off like it was nothing. He wrapped it over you to seemingly keep you down. You were forced to watch as Taehyung stalk towards your dying friend.

Now you could get a better view at how Taehyung moved. He was like a ordinary man, but with wolfish features. Anytime he walked with an intent he walked on all fours. Like right now. Alex began to crawl away, his head bleeding and nose broken. “C-Come on Tae. It's me. Alex… Alex Wolff. You know me man…”

Taehyung looked at him, you watched as his hand twitched in aggravation. “He never… liked you.” You were taken aback as he spoke. Most importantly how deep it was compared to Taehyungs voice. You let out a yell as Taehyung caught up to Alex and began to slash at him, mauling him with both hands and mouth. You cried out in fear, feeling almost immediately weak at the sight. Once hes done and Alex is for sure gone, nothing but a mangled mess in fact, Taehyung comes back to you. His fur was coated in fresh blood.

“Mate… You were always so... pretty…” The beast mumbles, snout moving in a weird way to get out the words. You cried as he swats away the bent metal to pick up your form again. He brings you back to the inside of his home and sits you down on his couch. You keep your eyes on him, widen in fear at the possibility of his next move. He could kill you if he really wanted too.

But he doesn't. In fact he just lays down on couch resting his head in your lap. He licks at your hand “We love you. Do you still love us…”

You feel yourself choke on a few tears. “…yes…” The sad part is you weren't lying.

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[biblically-accurate-dca]

So I love the idea that the dca can represent DID but I don't think they ever meant to represent that, I think a lot of people just projected their ideas and headcanons on dca canon but I don't think it's bad to have headcanons, and I'm so glad fnaf can be so much more for everyone that enjoys it. Personally, I love Ruin Eclipse, because Ruin and the story from one of the tales from the pizzaplex books telling how the dca were originally theater bots makes me think that Eclipse was the first. Sun saying they need to be whole implies that they were whole once, which means Sun and Moon didn't always exist as they are! Taking all the info we know about them, I whole heartedly believe that Sun and Moon were characters that Eclipse played, they were reprogrammed and it split him into two, the half that took on the reprogramming and became the daycare attendant and the one that attached to the night mode. The very night mode that couldn't be removed! I think the reason Moon has so few lines in general is because he was growing slower than the rest, because as soon as he was deemed a threat, they locked him up with light. Then by Ruin he'd grown enough to know that everyone liked Sun more, but Sun knew they were broken. To make them whole, they needed to be together again. I don't think Sun and Moon are gone, but I do think they're now part of the original whole, no longer suffering by being split since I doubt they were made to handle the two ai in their body.

them actually having DID could definitely be considered more of a headcanon, however it's difficult to deny how heavily DID coded they are in the story. especially with the way they very clearly play into the "jekyll and hyde" and "evil alter ego" tropes that DID is commonly stereotyped as

and even the stuff you mentioned in your ask lines up with this! they start as eclipse, they go through a life altering event (the transition from theater to daycare), and they end up as sun and moon. it's very easily comparable to the way DID develops from trauma.

my issue with it comes from the assumption that them being two individuals in one body (being sun and moon rather than just eclipse) is what causes them to suffer, when their suffering is mostly if not exclusively caused by fazbear entertainment's horrific criminal negligence and mistreatment of their employees and staff

the dca is stuck in an environment that forces them to perform a job they weren't made for, forces them to act like everything is ok when it's obviously not, and that also forces sun to start repressing their other half (moon) for the sake of convenience and being appealing to customers... and yet them being two people is the root of all their suffering?

and all of this makes what happens to them in ruin feel extremely insensitive since it's essentially turning them back into that perfect version of themselves but at the cost of sun and moon being completely erased

but maybe that's just how i see it ^^;;

[angsty-twihardxx]

Remember How Much I Love You | T.Miller

~ You thought everything would be perfect when you and Tommy finally moved in together, and when its not the two of you try your best to fix things ~

Warnings: Not really, some angst but I swear the ending is sweet. Mention of pregnancy.

A/N: Had a bit of slump, but I really wanted to finish this, and i have a part 2 of this in the books.. plz let me know what ya'll think. if you like feel free to have a gander at my masterlist <3 xx

It had been nearly six months since you and Tommy bought your home together, in the outskirts of Austin it was everything that you had ever dreamed of. In your old farmhouse the two of you could live out the rest of your days, here you could both get old together.

Transitioning to sharing your space with Tommy had been relatively easy, considering that the two of you were used to spending almost all of your free time together anyway.

At first it felt perfect, the two of you feeling like those corny couples in those rom-coms that always had you cringing together. Swearing you’d never be like that.

You both were basically connected at the hip whenever you were home together, if you were in the kitchen doing ‘literally anything’ then he would be behind you. Distracting you with your tasks as he would drop his head onto your shoulder, his stubbled cheeks would burn the soft skin on your neck as he peppered warm kisses there. 

He made you feel like a teenager again, how he managed to get you flustered so easily, just him touching you had you pulling him away from the kitchen and back upstairs in a desperate frenzy to get your hands on him one last time before you would both go your separate ways for the day.

Mornings were always blissful like that, you would both be making breakfast and drinking coffee in a post-sex haze. Filled with laughter and very mediocre dance moves from whatever songs were playing on the radio, leaving you both amused with your distractions resulting in sulking in eating burnt toast. 

But now the beauty of it all was replaced with the very harsh and brutal reality, the wool had been ripped from your eyes and only now did you realise that it wasn’t like that anymore. You had recently graduated from college and was offered a teaching job, which you were excited for so you said yes straight away. The only downside was that you were never home, every weekday you were up and out the door before the sun peeked through the rocky valleys beyond your home, and the moon was already out when you got home. 

Much like you, Tommy who was now always working, he and his older brother Joel started up their own construction business that took them a lot of work and money. So they were always busy with new projects that always left him coming home exhausted, by the time you were home he was usually asleep on either the sofa or bed. It was a very rare occasion that the two of you would actually run into each other during the day. 

Both of you were just too tired to notice how bad it was getting. 

Though tonight you had a plan to take a step in the right direction, you had been feeling so flat lately and figured that it was your body’s way of telling you to take a step back and really evaluate what was important in your life. You felt the need to at least try and save your relationship before a simple homemade dinner couldn't fix it.

A smile grew on your face when Tommy’s car pulled up in the driveway, no doubt surprised to see yours there as well. It felt good to surprise him, to do something that felt so foreign. The two of you would always do sweet little things like this, whether it was you knocking on his door unannounced in the morning with a sweet smirk on your face. Or him waiting for you to finish classes for the day to pick you up and take you somewhere special. 

“Just in here!” You called out from where you stood in the kitchen finishing up making Tommy’s favourite, your own lasagna recipe. His tired groans could be heard getting gradually louder as he eventually dragged his feet onto the tiled floor, clearly not matching your level of enthusiasm. “Y’aint usually home this early.” He mumbled as his tied eyes caught sight of you during the day time, a sight he was not used to. “I know I got sent home actually, still not feeling well.”  You shrugged, sending a tight lipped smile as Tommy leaned against the doorway, an almost confused look on his face.

“Been workin’ too hard.”

“Yeah well, guess we're both guilty of that.” The words came out harsher than you expected, making you cringe as you saw Tommy frown from your peripheral.

“Tommy wait–” You breathed out, ready to apologise but he was already walking towards the stairs. It made you feel uneasy, like you didn’t know how to talk to each other anymore. 

Tommy sighed as he felt your concerned eyes burning into his, he knew that all you wanted to was just try and make an effort. But he was just so tired. 

“M’just having a shower alright?” He bit back in an almost sad voice, he felt guilty that he was simply just too exhausted to do this with you right now. His fingers were tightly wrapped on the polished bannister, it wasn’t a nice feeling to be annoyed at you for doing absolutely nothing wrong. But yet he was…

He continued walking up the stairs and shutting the bathroom door behind him without looking back up at you, you let out a meek ‘okay’ knowing that he wouldn't even hear you. You wondered where it all went wrong so quickly, never did you ever think that you two could get to a point that you wouldn’t know how to even talk to  each other.

You were alone in the kitchen again till everything was nearly ready, the silence was deafening how quiet it was. No longer having your laughter would be bouncing off the walls during Tommy’s attempts to take over you cooking dinner. 

Though when Tommy did come back downstairs you were already plating up the food in a huff, already feeling like you ruined everything. 

The both of you danced around each other, while Tommy opened the fridge to grab himself a beer, you were already sitting down as you picked away at the food on your palate. Whether it was your stomach or the tense silence that made your stomach churn at the idea of eating anything.v

“So uh, how’s work been? I feel like we haven’t had a night like this in ages.” You smiled sadly, not wanting to—start anything or mean anything by it. Simply just, starting a conversation. 

He responded with a sigh, as he shook his head ridiculously as his damp curls danced wildly. 

“Yeah well we had a new guy start a couple of weeks ago, he broke his ankle over the weekend so he’s out.” Tommy groaned as he took another sip of his beer, you only noticed now how tired he actually looked. It had been so long since the two of you caught up with each other at the end of the day like this, you missed this. “So what does that mean?”

“Will probably have to pick up the slack for ‘em, at least till we find someone to replace him.” Tommy shrugged matter of factly, his eyes not lifting up from his plate. “God Tommy, you’ll work yourself into the ground.” There was worry evident in your voice, your cutlery clinking against the ceramic plate as you gave the man in front of you your full attention. He was being absolutely ridiculous, you had the right mind to call Joel and tell him to get someone else to help out.

“Well, someone has to do it.”

“Tommy--"

“Why does it matter?” He looked up at you in annoyance, his tone an octave higher than you're used to. He was hoping that you would simply drop it, why couldn’t you just drop it. 

He could feel his agitation rising as the conversation continued, even though all you were doing was worrying about him. “Well I know we don’t see each other as much and–”

“Jesus Christ.” He groaned, rubbing a calloused hand down his face, his elbow propping on the table with a loud ‘thonk’. “Can’t you just let it go? You’re the one that’s at work all goddamn day!” His voice rose in irritation as his now red hot cheeks turned to look at you, almost awaiting an answer. 

Your eyes shot up to watch him in shock, it was a very rare occurrence for Tommy to ever raise his voice, especially at you. You were taken aback at how annoyed and mad he looked, the vein in his neck protruding after his outburst. 

“Yeah you're probably right–I’m so sorry for trying Tommy. It obviously seems like I’m too late anyway.”

Your harsh words cut into Tommy like a burning hot knife, but your lip quivered as you tried to hide the tears from slipping out. He almost expected you to just yell straight back at him, but when you didn't it made him feel worse.

Tommy then let out a frustrated sigh, when his eyes caught onto yours he realised the mistake that he made. “Shit–darlin’ that aint what I meant.” His voice was frantic now, trying to fix his mistake once it was too late. His eyes searched for yours but he couldn’t, your own refusing to look up. Because you knew if you did, you would cry. 

“But it is! Jesus, I dont– I can’t do this right now Tommy.” Your head shook in disbelief, how could something so simple that you had planned go so horribly wrong. You tried to ignore the part of your brain that wondered if you both just weren't the same people you used to be. 

As you stood up abruptly, the chair underneath screeched under the wooden floorboards. Throwing your napkin on the plate you left the table in a hurry, ignoring the calls from Tommy as you basically ran up the stairs. As he sat in the same spot sulking, you were in your upstairs bathroom throwing up what little remnants you had from dinner. 

Your eyes were blurry as you sat on the cold tiles, your eyes continued to water as your eyes drifted on the small silver ring on your left hand. It was the one Tommy gave to you when he proposed to you not long after you graduated, even though you both knew long ago that you wanted to marry him. It was one of the happiest days of your life and now it almost made you want to vomit again. 

Surely this wasn't the same man that you just argued with downstairs, your Tommy was soft and kind and had the most beautiful smile– not that you had seen it much lately. 

You were basically never home with this new job, but when you brought it up to Tommy he said ‘you’d be a fool not to take it.’ And now he was using it against you, when all you were trying to do was have a conversation. You knew that tomorrow was Friday, you just had to make it through the day and then you would have the whole weekend to try and fix this. 

You just had too. 

Tommy groaned out in pain when he woke up on the sofa, his back aching from the hard springs poking into him. He figured he deserved it anyway, as a painful reminder from the universe. At least that’s what you’d probably say, he doesn’t get any of that stuff. He figured he'd go upstairs and try and make things at least a little better with you, tell you that he was sorry— because he was. 

But when he padded down the hallway he could already tell you were gone, your soft snores were absent to him, your side of the bed was empty. 

Usually he wouldn’t mind, but Tommy still felt horrible for the way he talked to you last night. He was never the type to lash out at you in anger or frustration, no matter how tired or exhausted he was. Seeing you get so upset last night made him realise that it was all more than just ‘being at work all the time,’ it was starting to affect your relationship. And the fact that even you knew, and tried to do something nice, and he just basically threw it back in your face. 

He didn’t even know if he could fix it…

He felt like the biggest asshole, as he tried to figure out to make it up to you all he could think about how upset you looked, it was burned into his mind. Your side of the bed was unmade and it made him imagine you throwing the covers in a frenzy to get up on time like always, your pajamas laying on the floor in a line to the bathroom where you would’ve stumbled to the shower. 

With an annoyed groan he ran his hands down his face as he dropped out and sat on the edge of the bed, he missed your lingering fingers in the morning. Checking his phone he saw that you left him a message. 

‘Can you remind Joel he needs to pick up Sarah?

Was sick this morning so I’ll be late..no point waiting up.

His brows furrowed as he read your text, trying to trace back in his memory to when you mentioned you were feeling unwell, besides from yesterday at least. Was he really that bad of a fiancé that could no longer notice these things? Usually he prided himself in noticing if there was something wrong.

Tommy knew that he had to do something, before the two of you began to resent each other—if you didn’t already. 

On the top of his nightstand in a handmade shell frame by Sarah, it was his favourite photo of the two of you.  

In the polaroid you were crawled up in his lap, arm slung around the back of his neck as you both smiled for the excited Sarah who had gifted her first camera. The two of you had bright smiles on your face, cheeks pinched with genuine happiness. He missed your smile. 

The two of you looked so young despite it not actually being that long ago, he remembered that day fondly. The day he proposed to you…

After an entertaining morning opening presents the two of you were sitting outside on the back porch, your elbows propped up on the arm of the lawn chairs you sat on. You were wearing that beautiful white white dress  Admiring the view as you watched Tommy strumming his guitar with the new guitar pick you had gifted him for Christmas. 

He was happily strumming for sometime, before stopping and turning to face you, a wide smile on his face. "Y'know I almost forgot your present..." Tommy had a playful smirk on his face. "Oh good, and here I thought you forgot about me." You chuckled in amusement, giving him that look that reminded him that you didn't actually mind, you were never one to like anything extravagant for presents. 

"Ain't no way I could forget about you. Now, just close your eyes." 

"Do you really expect me to fall for that one again Tommy?" Your hands rested on your hip, giving him a suspicious look. Which made Tommys head fall back in laughter, his raven curls bouncing as he chuckled in amusement. "Come on now darlin', just close 'em."

"Ugh, fine." You huff as you then close your eyes, despite the shuffling noises you hear you keep them shut.

Then when you opened your eyes you let out a surprised gasp, not expecting to see Tommy down on one knee. For a brief few seconds you were completely speechless, frozen. You had been waiting for this moment, for so long. As your eyes began to water, he began to speak.

"Now you know i ain't best with this kind of stuff, but do you wanna marry me darlin?"

"Are you kidding me? I--of course!" You exclaimed, your head nodding at him frantically. There was no possible way that you could ever say no to him. You jumped into his arms, instantly connecting your lips with his in a passionate fever. 

"Love you so much darlin', gonna make sure you remember that everyday." 

God he had to fix this…

Orange and deep purple hues began to pour onto your hands as they shook on top of your desk, the red marking pen falling onto the wood with a deafening ‘thonk.’ 

You were meant to leave nearly twenty minutes ago if you wanted to be home somewhat early. Yet you still hadn’t dared to move from your desk, any homework to mark was completely lost to you now, too preoccupied with the positive pregnancy test you took during your lunch break. 

Your coworker Meg suggested the idea of you being pregnant causally during a conversation of your latest sickness, and now that you thought about it, it made perfect sense. 

The constant unwavering nausea that you had you avoiding food like the plague, the fact that no matter how much sleep you had you were still always tired. Then lastly, the fact that you could actually remember when you had your period. For so long you had blamed all of these on your current life changes and stress levels, but no longer could it be ignored…

You were pregnant. 

As you let out a shaky breath, running your fingers through your hair you thought about telling Tommy. Usually you would be ecstatic with such news, but after the night before you suddenly weren’t sure. 

The two of you had daydreamed about having children together numerous times, but that was also before he had his own business and you had college fees and a full time job. Would it be the same now that it was real or were you simply overreacting? Who knew till you told him.  

Maybe last night solidified just how far you both had let this go on, this big wall that separated the two of you in your own home. You were almost surprised that Tommy hadn’t thought you were pregnant yet, usually being so attentive over you. More times than most, he would know something was wrong with you before you even did.

Not that you were any better, you were barely home anymore. Yet you used to spend all of your free time with Tommy, no matter what. 

What if the two of you could never change?

After spending a few extra minutes psychic yourself up in your parked car in the driveway, your eyes drifted to the yellow light peering from your open kitchen window where Tommy was probably cooking himself dinner. You could only presume since you would usually still be at work, it made you realise how much you missed his cooking. Maybe not in the kitchen, but despite what you had been told by Joel, the man could and loved his grill. 

Eventually entering the home you noticed how oddly cozy it felt, like you had been enveloped into a warm welcoming hug. Which lately, had been the opposite of how you felt coming home. You couldn’t even remember the last time it felt like this, so lived in. That the people that lived here actually had their shit together. 

Peeling off your jacket you walked towards the yellow light leaking on the floor from behind the door to the kitchen, you stopped in shock. Tommy stood by the oven, his back to you as he swore over what you could imagine was your tattered old recipe book that belonged to your grandmother. The old frayed edges that poked over on the counter, as he leaned over trying to read the old handwriting. 

It almost looked like some sort of fever dream, he was showered, shaved and wearing open of his nice button down shirts. The exact olive green one that you had bought him last year for his birthday, you reckon it was the first time he had put it on. 

“Oh hey—“ Tommy chuckled nervously once he turned to see you still in the doorway, a confused and shocked look on your face. “I uh—wasn’t expectin’ you till later.” His voice was chipper, which was the polar opposite from yesterday. He was obviously trying, be nice.

“What's all this for?” You tried not to sound mean, you obviously knew why. But you needed to know…

“Well I wanted to do somethin’ nice for ya. Try and make up for me being a dick, n’not taking care of you like I should be.” Tommy’s shoulder dropped with a sigh, his hands cupping the edge of the counter that leant against, you could tell that he was upset. A deep crease forming between his brows, the way it always did when he was upset with himself, you could see the internal nettle he was having with himself. 

Your breathing hitches when your eyes drift to the bouquet of wildflowers in the centre of your dining table, the ceramic vase was the same one that was gathering dust since you moved in. He even tidied up the leftover mess that neither of you had been bothered to put away. 

Tommy’s eyes peered up to where you stood in the doorway, your glassy eyes analysing the home. Your cheeks were puffy and stained from pre- existing tears, it broke his heart thinking that you had been crying because of him. 

“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I was tired and stressed out—and I know that’s not an excuse.” His large warm hands enveloped your own as he grazed his thumb along the top of your cold knuckles. 

“I just wanted to make sure you still knew how much I love ya.” He flashed you the same dorky grin you fell in love with all those years ago, that you were still in love with. 

Guilt ripped through you, the fact that you really thought he stopped loving you, after all these years that he could stop just like that. That you doubted that he wouldn’t want a baby with you…

“I was just so worried that we were falling apart.” A sob escaped your lips, your shoulders trembling under your blouse. The feelings you had been harbouring were overwhelming with your newly added hormones, you simply had no more room left, you had to let it all out. 

His strong arms envelop you as he pushes you into his chest, his hands slide up your back to cradle to the back of your head. The soft fruity smells of your shampoo filling his nose, a smell that took him back, something that he didn’t realise he could miss so much.

“Baby I’m still just as in love with you as the day I met you. I know I ain’t been actin’ like it lately, but I’m gonna put in more effort.” 

You could smell his aftershave as you brought your head into his chest, as your tears darkened the fabric of his shirt. Tommy’s rough hands moved up to cup the soft skin of your cheeks, so he could look at you properly as he spoke, making sure that you knew. 

“Don’t— it’s not just your fault. I’m at fault too Tommy.”

“Look, we both are as bad as each other. But I don’t want to feel that far away from you ever again.” 

“Tommy I, it’s not just that—“ You let out a shuddered breath, choking on your words as they tried to come out. The entire speech that you had thought out in the car was completely lost to you, your brain went blank.   

“What's going on baby? Talk to me.” 

Swallowing the lump of nerves in your throat, you dropped a trembling hand down into your pocket. Grasping onto the tiny piece of plastic that you had been staring at all afternoon. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, your arm felt astronomically heavier as you lifted up the test and placed it in his unsuspecting hand. 

“I—I only found out this afternoon.” You added nervously, unknowingly holding in a breath as Tommy remained quiet. His brows furrowed for a brief moment till his glassy eyes darted up to look at yours. “I'm gonna be a Dad?” His glassy honey brown eyes beamed down at you, filled with so much happiness. You simply nodded, your own wide smile growing on your face. The nerves that had you anxious all afternoon had dissipated. 

“Holy shit, baby this is amazing!” He exclaimed with excitement, bringing you into another tight embrace. His lips pressing onto yours, softly but full of hunger. The two of you were both desperate for each other's touch, after what felt like forever. This felt right, with him, it felt perfect.

“Love you so much darlin’, ain’t gonna ever let you forget it.”

[growwithmeastrology]

Thursday, April 11th 2024 Sun in Aries♈️🔥Moon in Taurus ♉️🌎 and Gemini ♊️💨

Hey, did you know that La La land is a real place? Yep, it’s called Neptune. Did you wake up with your imagination on overdrive? Well, try not to let it get the best of you, it’s just the Moon in Taurus sextile Neptune in Pisces. Instead of overthinking the worst, try a creative project today. If you’re stuck in the daily grind, maybe think of your favorite song and let that fill your brain. The point here is to indulge in the high road of Neptunian creativity, not the low road because today, reality might try to play a trick on you.

The Moon will then be void of course for a couple of hours before she enters Gemini. Our emotional body enters the world of curiosity and communication. Gemini is ruled by Mercury and we all know he’s in a backwards dance. You can still take on your world, just be conscious and thorough when going about your day.

The Gemini Moon goes on to trine Pluto in Aquarius that could bring on intense feels and maybe even some encounters with destiny. This transit tends to uncover deep hidden truths and bring them up. Embrace your journey of self discovery.

Later tonight, Mercury backs up right into the Sun in Aries creating a Cazimi or basically, a Mercurial eclipse. Tackle those mental acrobats in a positive way because when you do, the creative genius might just come out. Epiphanies everywhere! Watch for signs or synchronicities to help you along the way.

The Gemini Moon will also sextile Venus in Aries. This will help us wrap up the day with some extra love and laughter. Stay in and cuddle or hit the town with your bestie. Either way, this is about spreading the love!

It’s an interesting and mind bending kind of day. Stay the course with love in your heart for yourself and for others and all will be well!

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[fnaffersblog]

Okay hold on HOLd UP

Spoilers below for 'Earth's ORIGIN STORY in VRCHAT'

Trigger Warning below cut for: Cursing

Not five seconds after making a 'LUNAR!!!' post we get Earth lore, I am being fed today on the richest of content.

Look look look I get it The Princess and the Pauper movie is great but you cannot go wrong with Barbie and the Magic of Pegasus okay? Alright? This is now. This is now a Barbie and the Magic of Pegasus blog alright? In this house we love Barbie and the Ma

Princess and the Pauper came out in 2004 for anyone who was also wondering, but didn't look it up.

Lol.

The return of the true villain of the series: That one fuckin bouncy, physics defying plush cylinder in the theater.

The music change had me wheezing, the fucking dramatic chase music for this bouncy toy.

Followed by all three of them legitimately walking around trying to catch the damn thing.

I'd love to see an episode where they have a discussion, like a serious discussion or something in the theater, and someone throws the toy and it just bounces around forever while they're having a serious talk, and it's played completely straight the thing is bouncing and no one addresses it or tries to catch it this is wishful thinking but the idea had me laughing so hard i forgot hwo to use punctuation

Sun and Moon sitting down on the little plushies seats like kids listening to story time was so cute.

"You will refer to me as Creator" "Hello Father!" "That works as well I suppose!"

It's strange seeing how... kind? The creator is towards Earth. Like, he's always been kinder to Earth than he has been to Sun or Moon or Killcode, but it's still weird. Like, he lets her decorate her room and got her movies in preparation for her activation, and doesn't get upset when she calls him father, and he's gentle when he asks her to leave them at the end.

"I abandoned mortal flesh for eternal life as a brain!" "Oooh! That seems clever!" Lol

Huh a Garbage Guy.

...

BLOODMOON'S GARBAGE GUY??? HWAT????WHAT>>>???

I like... whatever is going on between Garbage Guy and the Creator. Like, GG is so annoyed with the Creator, but he's speaking so casually to him? Exasperated with the Creators antics. They're like... a goddamn sitcom couple or something. The Creator gives no shits about this guy's irritation. They remind me of Chatot and Wigglytuff from PMD:EoS.

So, Earth was activated around November-December 2022, during the Bloodmoon arc. She showed up in... April? I think? Late March, early April? Though she said she got lost trying to find the daycare/Sun and Moon, so she left/was sent away from the Creator sometime just before that.

Also, whos they? Fazbears? Sun and Moon? Some third party? Why would they get shut down? I may have missed something. I assume it's Fazbear's inc the two of them are talking about.

Earth raising her hand to ask questions.

They have a connected background??? The Creator got the garbage can stuck on this guys head?? Did he make him immortal too, or did he just get hired because he was immortal? What's the dealio with these two?

"Why do you have a trash can on your head?"

"Why don't we ask your Creator, hmm?"

*THE EYE*

"Can you not, with the whole brain eye thing!?"

"IT WAS UNINTENTIONAL!"

I'm crying it was mostlikely a misclick im crying that was so funny

"Um. You see. It's a, um, fashion trend that he's trying from another country."

"Oh fashion trend today is it?"

WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE ARE THEY DIVORCED WHAT AM I LOOKING AT This can't be just me can it?? I want more of it.

"Too bad. My lab." LOL

"I acquired the entire collection of Barbie movies!"

Creator enforces gender 'norms'. Asshole!

I know there's other things happening this episode but. "Was that all?"

"Nooo I wanted to ask you TAKE THIS DAMN THING OFF MY HEAD!"

Also is that the Arthur jingle? Like, the scene transition jingle from Arthur? That's what it sounds like.

"He could see?!" THAT'S what you're taking away from this Moon????

Earth out here being very right about the Barbie Rapunzel movie too, that magic paintbrush was banger, I wanted one too.

This episode was fuckin' fun. So many good quotes, I was laughing the WHOLE time. Also we might have a set up/ worldbuilding for the Creator's enemies and also more Creator and Garbage Guy stuff. Still wondering if he's dead. StG Killcode mentioned putting him to eternal rest at one point.

Also the thumbnail, again the thumbnail! IT's so pretty! The details are amazing, I wish I could look at them closer somewhere. Do we know yet who does them? I've seen suggestions in the comments of both videos featuring art so far that these new ones are done by Kiwi_Artz, but they aren't credited in the descriptions and they haven't post the thumbnails on Twitter anywhere. :(

I feel like this will most likely be the last calm episode before the 16th. This feels like a 'calm before the storm' situation and I cANNOT wait. 9 days till the 16th, that's probably 4-6 lore episodes/ 5-6 VRCHAT episodes, presuming anything is going to happen on the 16th. I'm both not ready for it, and 100% ready for it.

[lizardrosen]

I'll Board Him Presently

Part Three of my ongoing Viscount's Men series, about the Bridgerton siblings performing Hamlet. This covers the first half of 2.2: Hamlet's antic disposition up to the entrance of the Players (Part One, Part Two)

tagging @glintglimmergleam and @avocado-moon

Anthony doesn’t think Eloise should go to university, but his Hamlet thinks her Ophelia should get to go study wherever she pleases. It’s something he has in common with Benedict’s Laertes, and with Benedict himself for that matter. (Hamlet would say one of the few things they share; Laertes would say one of the many things). They’re both in awe of her “most ingenious wit” and the more Hamlet observes the corruption of this place he’s always taken for granted, the more he thinks it’s no place for her.

Hamlet also shares Laertes’s irritation with Polonius, which is both less personal and less tempered by love, and now that he’s pretending to be insane he can say whatever he wants as obnoxiously as he can manage, and no one will stop him. When he tells Polonius, “Let her not walk in the sun,” he’s mocking his policy of keeping her locked away because it’s obvious that he’s the one behind Ophelia refusing Hamlet’s letters.

Hasn’t he learned by now that she’ll find a way to do what she wants, with or without his permission. Hamlet’s also playing a game with himself to see how silly he can get Polonius to act to try to humor the prince, and the answer is “quite a bit, actually.” The asides justifying his near-nonsense as wiser than his years is even better than Hamlet could have planned.

“Will you walk out of the air, my lord?” “Into my grave?” is a sincere question, he’s really asking if that’s where he’s headed, and “except my life, except my life, except my life” starts out joking but then he thinks about how hard and how easy it is to take a life, and if someone kills him first he won’t have to kill anyone. It could almost transition straight into To Be Or Not To Be, but even though Anthony is fairly open to different character interpretations, he’s a purist when it comes to rearranging scenes, so instead he’s greeted by Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, of young days brought up with him.

Tom Stoppard hasn’t come along yet, and neither has Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot which inspired him, or the world wars which inspired that, so Ros and Guil don’t have the existential terror of being written characters with no context but each other, or the double-edged sword of fate and probability. What they do have is Gregory, who’s quite used to playing small roles that move the plot along and are forgotten again, and he gives them enough of an inner life to make them interesting to perform and to watch.

As far as he’s concerned, it’s just saying the quiet part loud that the king and queen have summoned them from nowhere to learn as friends what royalty cannot, and even though he’s destined to die offstage, Horatio’s horrified reaction to Hamlet’s casual slaughter is memorial enough for him.

So here they are, wearing a hat he can turn around on his head to show and R or a G depending who he is for each line. Sometimes he changes his name with a flourishing bow, hat in hand, but if the dialogue’s quick enough he’ll just reach up to spin it around. He’s also got enough energy to move around quickly and appear to be in two places enough, if you suspend your disbelief a little.

Anthony agrees that Hamlet hasn’t seen them for several years, almost a decade, which is of course an unfathomable amount of time for Gregory. They were schoolfellows, but not at Wittenberg. Hamlet hasn’t talked about his life to his parents for so long that these two were the only ones Gertrude knew for sure he’d ever been friends with and knew where they were living so she could send for them. And clearly they don’t know Hamlet very well because if they did they’d be trying to hide incredulous snickers at “Sure I am two men there are not living to whom he more adheres,” because ma’am, Horatio is right there.

Still, she’s not that far off the mark, Hamlet does remember them fondly and becomes a younger, more carefree version of himself — “Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of her favours?” “Faith, her privates, we,” becomes a tickle fight.

When Hamlet asks why his friends have been sent to prison he’s not testing them or doubting their motivations, not yet. It’s just self-evident to him that Denmark a prison and no one would come here willingly, but he thinks it’s bad luck and not a plot that brought him here, so he’s a little jealous that they’re such strangers to Elsinore that they don’t feel trapped by it.

Ros jumps on the chance to steer their talk to ambition and shadows and dreams, and Guil follows his lead because that seems a likely reason for him to be acting so strangely. Hamlet takes note of the abrupt change but is more interested, for the moment, in chasing down the shadow of a dream, but he’s observing them more closely after that, and after intentionally muddling the imagery of who’s following whom, the kings or the beggars, he abruptly changes their direction again — “Shall we to the court? For by my fay I cannot reason!” — and they’re too quick to wait upon him. This is when he really starts feeding his own suspicion with little tests and needling questions.

Gregory doesn’t play them as nervous or guilty when Hamlet questions them more in particular, or even sly when they’re trying to figure him out — they’re just innocently doing the task they’ve been given, so they have no idea how much danger they’re in, and they’re confused why it’s so important whether they were sent for or not, but there’s no hasty consultation for them to get their story straight, and no awkward regret before Guildenstern answers, “My lord, we were sent for.”

Hamlet’s almost relieved that this was relatively easy, but then he gets suspicious of the feeling of relief, and weary of his own suspicions, and he figures they’ll come up with something to tell the king and queen no matter what, so if he at least gives them something true that doesn’t touch on Claudius he’ll be that much safer.

And maybe he hopes they’ll understand how he’s feeling, and he’s disappointed but not very surprised when Rosencrantz makes it into a joke. Why should he have hoped for them to be other than they are? Ros fumbles for an explanation and comes up with the players, so Hamlet switches his attentions to finding out everything about them.

[itsscatballou]

“I Should Like to Worship You Tonight”

This is probably (definitely) the most niche smut I’ve ever written, or even daydreamed up. I grew up in the Bible Belt and Feature Films for Families were a staple in our home. Rigoletto (1993) was my favorite. I’m a sucker for a Beauty and the Beast themed story, and the music was so beautiful. And of course, as an adult, I’m wildly attracted to the MMC. (Confession - I find that with any BatB story, I tend to prefer the “Beast” before his transition in the end. What does that say about me? Maybe I’ll ask my therapist.) I recently rewatched the movie a thousand times, and I have a whole fic plotted out with stories before this one, but I needed to get this one out of my head an onto “paper.” I hope someone enjoys my warping of a family movie into something not family friendly at all. ;-)

It had been three nights since I was last alone with him, my brooding master of the manor. Three nights since I’d somehow mustered the courage, or maybe it was simply a lack of inhibition?, to boldly confess how my body ached for his touch and burned with the thought of his lips trailing kisses down every bare inch of my skin.

My work had certainly suffered in the days following, constantly drifting into a daydream -memory, really- of the passion that followed . I’d find myself forgetting why I entered a room, not knowing how long I’d been standing there staring at nothing, or holding an item I didn’t remember picking up. The trance his touch had left me in… the spell I was under… it was incurable and unbreakable, save one remedy.

As I tiptoed through the dark manor, conscious of every little sound, my heart racing at who might be around the next corner, who might catch me on my secret quest, I prayed he was awake and as hungry as I.

I’d had little opportunity to be near him, and none at all to be alone with him since that night. Hans, the ever loyal manservant, had -unfortunately- finally recovered from his days long illness that had allowed me such closeness with Ari to begin with. I’d made sure to tiptoe past his door first, where I was relieved to hear him snoring like a bear.

As I descended the last few stairs to the main foyer, the door to his study and music room in sight, my prayer was answered. He was awake, and playing his pianoforte, as he did more often than he didn’t. It was his most beautiful quality, although his voice rivaled it, and the songs he made the instrument sing often filled the halls of this enormous house. I had been haunted from my first day here with the enchanting loneliness of the tunes that seemed to pierce straight to my soul. As the days went on, though, they turned to somewhat brighter notes, lonely but with a tinge of hope. From there they drifted into scores of longing, an unrequited love. Since our union three nights ago, the halls had been filled with lovely romantic tunes, sometimes sultry and passionate, sometimes light and airy like rays of sun slipping through the trees in the early morning hours. It was this type of tune I followed now, my bare feet padding lightly on the wooden floors.

I slipped through the sliding door of his study, silently closing it behind me, and through the open doors into the room beyond I saw him, his long, dark hair shining in the gentle candlelight. I could see the shadows dancing on the scars of his face as he moved with the music. I thought to walk over and touch them, to caress the evidence of all the pain of his previous life. But tonight, I was feeling a bit playful.

As his tune drifted like those morning rays of light over a misty field, warming and awakening something deep within me, I began twirling and moving with the rhythm. I have never been accused of being a lovely dancer, but I felt graceful as I lightly moved across the room. I stopped in front of the bay window, opening the curtains to let the rays of moonlight in. The beauty of the full moon illuminating the front courtyard gave me pause and for a moment I was lost in the night, with the low, beautiful melody of his song in the background.

I don’t know how long it had been, but I suddenly became aware that the music had stopped some time ago. I turned my back to the window and found him still at the piano, but with his hands stacked on his cane, watching me. I had the feeling he’d been staring at me for quite a while, and the feeling brought a blush to my cheeks. I felt bared naked, though I was still wrapped in my silk robe.

“You are a goddess,” Ari finally broke the silence.

I smiled shyly at him, trying to think of something clever and flirty to reply. My words failed me as he rose. The light tap of his cane filling the quiet room as he moved slowly toward me.

He towered over me, his gaze piercing mine, as he held my chin between his thumb and forefinger. I closed my eyes, desperately wanting him to close the distance between our lips, to start our dance together.

His hand left my chin and as I opened my eyes in confusion, I felt the belt of my robe tugged undone. As he slipped it from my shoulders, baring my completely naked body, my breath caught in my throat.

“I should like to worship you tonight,” he continued his thought, his eyes raking over every inch of my moonlit form.

His hand found my waist and gently pushed until my back touched the window, a gasp escaping my mouth at the shock of the cold glass on my skin.

He grinned devilishly at the sound, and using his cane for support, made his way down onto his good knee. Before I could make another sound, he’d lifted my leg and draped it on his shoulder, baring my flower to his hungry gaze.

He began with slow, warm kisses at the top of my thigh. It tickled and I giggled, but ran my hands through his thick hair in encouragement. His kisses moved inward, finding my petals, and the tickles quickly turned to tingles. He moved inward still, his lips finding the center of me, and his kisses became sucks. His tongue began making long, lazy strokes, and I knew I was dripping wet from more than his mouth. My groans could not be stifled as he continued, alternating between sucks, licks, and kisses.

The sudden sensation of fingers entering me caused a yelp of pleasure, and I felt him smile against me before continuing his skilled work. His fingers moved as expertly as his tongue, and I soon felt the crescendo of an orgasm building within me. My hands tugged in his hair, my back arching away from the window and pushing my core further onto his face. His remaining hand cupped my ass, and as he forcefully sucked one long time, I unraveled against him, gasping sharply and exhaling his name, “Ari”.

He was gentle as he continued his work while I came down from my high, and when he finally set my leg down and rose, his own arousal was evident under his robe.

He stopped me when I moved to reach for his erection, more than willing to return the favor. He smiled as he kissed me, moving my hand to his face.

“I said I would like to worship you tonight,” he whispered onto my mouth, “how should you like to be worshiped next?”

I kissed him deeply, and then led him by the hand back to his piano bench.

“With the piano, I think,” I said, giving him a sincere smile.

The melody he played will follow me the rest of my days- it’s beauty, I’m convinced, can never be matched.

[anakinskywalkerog]

Thank You to everyone who likes my breaks down of Astrology. As I have informed before I'm not a full on Astrologer, nor do I read full on birth charts. I look at a birth chart and can just summarize what may go on with a person. But it doesn't take into affect their house, chart rulers, or all the other things in a full chart reading. So please do not think I'm an expert or know a whole a lot. I'm like at a super beginner level.

Now as far as Hayden, He is an Aries sun, Mercury and Mars with a Scorpio moon. A very Mars heavy chart, meaning he was ruled a lot by impulsive thoughts, with deep emotional depth with a lot of death and rebirth(more on that later). When he was younger more than likely Hayden gave into more of that Aries energy. He probably had a lot of energy and did not know where to channel it until he took up acting. This is where we can see, in his early days of his career doing characters that were always in someone's business or had to move a lot. His Scorpio moon definitely helped him in his career where he needed to play characters with more emotion (that Aries sun helps with the drive but his moon helps with emotion). His Aries sun gave him the drive to move forward with his acting career. Then came the not so great.

When he started to get bashed for the SW movies, the very quickly raise to fame, the factor girl incident. He emotionally was going through a lot, and was not getting enough time to process it all. He went from a young guy fresh out of High School, doing small indie movies, to a guy shot to super stardom, getting unnecessary hate, having Hollywood try to tell him to be cool with a lot of mistreatment he wasn't cool with, and any movie he worked on getting put under a microscope. He had to play emotional caught up, then get into a serious relationship, become a parent. He goes through a lot in short spans.

So definitely more Aries when he was younger, but as he got more into fame and becoming a parent. He leaned more towards his Scorpio moon and his emotional needs. And with his Taurus venus he wanted a home life. I can see he thought fame was going to be one way and it turned another way for him.

Onto the death and rebirth, with him starting out in small indie movies once he was an adult. Him doing SW was both a rebirth and death for him. Rebirth because it took his career from child actor to adult actor. Sadly however due to the backlash 😒. It literally killed his career and the potential it could have had. It's why he was getting picky or just doing random movies. He didn't want to face that backlash. And his career by Hollywood standards was dead. However thanks to Kenobi, he is currently in a rebirth. That's why I advised, that if I was him. I would be extremely picky with the roles offered to him. He is definitely choosing what he wants more so on his emotional needs being met. He secured a home (which his Taurus venus is happy) but now he is looking for that emotional fulfillment in his acting.

To answer the anon, depending on the person and stage of life. Sometimes you start out being ruled by your sun sign since sun rules ego and as you get older transition into more moon or venus. Just depends really.

Astrology Anon 💜😈

thank you for responding to your fans! 😂🙏

I can tell Hayden has a Scorpio Moon. As a Scorpio Sun, I am drawn to Scorpio Moons ❤️🥲

and totally agreed, that his Aries was sort of overshadowed by his life experience. but very glad he’s in a good place with work and the Hollywood environment now!! so so so happy us SW fans can finally proclaim our love

[howwelldoyouknowyourmoon]

Minions and Master (An army of obedient servants for Sun Myung Moon)

Gifts of Deceit: Sun Myung Moon, Tongsun Park, and the Korean scandal

by Robert B. Boettcher (with Gordon L. Freedman) 1980

extract

pages 144-186

An army of obedient servants would have to be recruited and trained to restore the Kingdom of Heaven to earth under Sun Myung Moon. They would have to work as people had never before worked because there had never been such a great mission. They would have to go wherever Moon sent them to raise the $300 million he needed for making his project worldwide and the billions more he needed to control the wealth of the planet. But Moon did not have shiploads of chained tribal people at his disposal when he arrived in America in 1971. Involuntary servitude was against the law. Could he make people think they were actually willing to be slaves?

He got the answer he wanted from idealistic American youth. He and they were ready for each other. They were people in the age group eighteen to twenty-four, in transition from adolescence to adulthood, student to professional, getting in or getting out of school, family life to life alone. For one in search of a coherent view of the world, college had the effect of making things more confusing by presenting so many different approaches to life without identifying one as altogether right. In the “real” world, problems abounded, from family disunity to the threat of nuclear destruction. At best, things were in disarray; at worst, life was chaotic, depressing. Such minds were fertile soil. Their idealism was the key. Describe how happy people would be if discord could be turned into harmony. Show how this can be done through unified love for God. Then play on the distance between what a person thinks he is and what he wants to be. Hold up ideals and make him ashamed of not living up to his own standards. Instill ideas of self-worthlessness. Make him feel guilty about putting concern for himself above group unity. The burden of guilt could be lightened by working as a family with others who believe the ideals can be attained here on earth. The family has a father who will lead the way. The harder one works for Father, the closer one gets to achieving the goal. Follow Father. God has shown him alone the path to perfection because he is the Messiah.

Moon taught a clear strategy for attracting prospective converts. Until the prospect is converted, he must not know that a strategy is being used. Later he will appreciate being deceived because the motive was his own salvation. First, all church members must make as many new acquaintances as possible. Befriend them by taking a personal interest; do not disagree with their views, whether right or wrong. Do favors. Find the right style to use on each kind of person. Classify his personality. Introduce him to a church member with a similar personality, but don’t reveal that he is a church member. Meet together like that two or three times. Get into conversations on current issues, ethics, or morality. Then say, “I know where there are many serious young people talking about things like this,” or “I have heard of some lectures about a new philosophy, very sincere, very interesting, talking about the problems of life. I would appreciate it if you would go with me so I can get your opinion on it.” The prospect will pay attention to the lecture because he has been asked for criticism. When he says it was wonderful, say, “Oh, I don’t know. Not necessarily so.” But suggest going again in order to learn more about it.

Chris Elkins was president of his fraternity at the University of Arizona when John Shea, a recent acquaintance, invited him to attend a lecture about something called the One World Crusade. What he heard was philosophical, nonreligious, and interesting. So he went again each week for a month or more. The One World Crusade was explained as a movement encompassing all aspects of life. He was impressed by the magnetism of the lecturer, Dr. Joseph Sheftick. He and his fifteen or twenty followers had an aura of confidence, friendliness, and sincerity. They related well to his own interests and seemed warmly concerned about him. As the lectures progressed, a Korean named Sun Myung Moon was mentioned as a great teacher, but the main stress was on the coming of a Messiah to build heaven on earth. It dawned on Elkins that Sun Myung Moon must be the Messiah in question, although no one had said he was. During dinner with the group one night, he stated that observation. Dr. Sheftick raised his head, sat up straight, and announced, “We have a new brother: Chris Elkins.”

Elkins did not affirm Sheftick’s declaration, nor did he deny it. He simply went along for the time being. In fact, he was seriously considering joining. The goals were so noble: peace and brotherhood at all levels. Fund-raising didn’t appeal to him, but he could swallow it because he felt he and the movement really belonged together. And the people gave him so much love and attention that he couldn’t just say no. His best friend tried to dissuade him. When his family protested, Dr. Sheftick warned that Satanic forces work best through those most loved.

Euphoria prevailed during his honeymoon period with the Moon cult. Then the atmosphere became more serious. Elkins didn’t like fasting and staying up all night praying aloud with the others. After a couple of weeks, it all seemed too heavy. Driving back to Illinois to visit his mother in the hospital, he was in a daze. He tried to think things out. What had he got into? Was this the life for him, separated from the rest of the world? The love . . . the concern . . . heaven on earth. . . . What if Moon was really what they said he was? Could he risk losing what they offered? From Illinois, he called the group. It felt good to hear their voices. He would return.

He resigned as president of the fraternity. The Moonies sent him to Phoenix to fund-raise by selling peanuts on the street. He was still restless because Satanic spirits were at work inside him, so he was grateful that another member was by his side at all times. His parents wanted the car back, but a leader chided him: “Who needs it more? Your parents or the movement?”

He was learning. The great crusade required everything he had. The attachment to Father must be total, as Father said:

“Your whole body, every cell of your body, every movement, every facial motion, even every piece of hair, every ounce of energy must be directed to this one point.”

Just as other members were always with him physically, Father was always with him too:

“You must live with me spiritually all the time—while you are eating, while you are sleeping, while you are in the bathroom, while you are taking a bath, taking a rest, even in dreams you can be sitting with me and discussing with me. That’s the only way. This is the secret of our movement. Whoever has that basic, fundamental attitude and that spiritual power will perform miracles.”

Spiritual regeneration required mental somersaults. What once seemed true was now false. What once seemed unreal was now real. The world Elkins had known since birth was the product of original sin. The fall of Adam opened the floodgates to Satanic spirits, which had inundated the lives of Elkins’s ancestors. If he gave himself to Moon completely, he could rid himself of that awful heritage and be restored:

“You will rearrange the mechanism within yourself in good order so that you will feel in the right way, think in that way, say things in that way, and act out in that way. So you are your body, but your mind is my mind.”

Chris Elkins had sung in choirs before, so he was told that joining the New Hope Singers was something he might like to do. Rehearsals were held at the Belvedere training center in Tarrytown, New York, purchased after a nationwide candle-selling blitz had yielded about $800,000.

▲ Belvedere from above

The schedule at Belvedere was rigorous: get up out of the bunkbed at 6:00; exercise at 6:05; clean up and get dressed at 6:15; pray at 6:35; eat oatmeal and water at 7:00; do chores at 8:00; attend training sessions at 8:45; eat bread, butter, and jelly sandwiches at 1:00; tend the grounds at 1:45; shower at 3:30; attend training sessions at 4:00; eat casserole with flecks of meat at 7:00; attend training sessions at 8:00; go to team meetings at 11:00; do individual study at midnight; go to bed at 1:30. There was no free time, and everything was done in groups supervised by a leader.

The three functions in the life of a Moonie—to be indoctrinated, to fund-raise, to recruit new members—required so much time that only a few hours were left for sleep. Working with limited rest was a purifying act of self-sacrifice that proved one’s allegiance to Moon. The timetable for achieving his goals was short. In three years’ time he had to have thousands of servants “marching the main streets of the capital of each nation.” And by 1981, Communism was to be defeated. To keep down individual dissatisfaction about sleep, he whipped up group thinking in his training speeches:

MOON: Would you prefer to sleep seven hours instead of six hours? CULT: NO! MOON: Would you prefer to sleep for seven hours or five hours? CULT: FIVE! MOON: Would you prefer to sleep five hours or four hours? CULT: FOUR! MOON: Would you prefer to go to work without sleeping or sleeping? CULT: WITHOUT SLEEPING! MOON: I don’t want you to die, so I will let you sleep barely enough to sustain your life. What I’m thinking is that although you get thin like ghosts, with big eyeballs, skinny all over and stooped down like this in walking, stuttering—but if by your doing that, by your being like that, we are successful in God’s providence, I would prefer to have you do that.

Commitment was total. Cult members should commit suicide rather than fail in their duty to Master. They were even made to practice wrist-slashing techniques.

And there have been suicides.

April 3, 1975: Bill Daly went down to the railroad tracks near Moon’s seminary, took off all his clothes, placed his neck over a track, and was decapitated by an oncoming train. Friends, ex-Moonies, say the cult’s constant hammering about guilt had gotten to him.

June 6, 1976: Allen Staggs fell twenty stories down an elevator shaft to his death in the old New Yorker Hotel, which, under Moon’s ownership, was renamed the “World Mission Center.” The Moonies said it was an accident. A policeman who investigated the incident was surprised that Staggs’s fellow church members acted as if they didn’t know him and appeared “annoyed that their schedule was being interrupted by the whole thing”; “they didn’t seem to care.” The police closed the case without ruling whether the death was an accident or suicide.

August 23, 1976: Kiyomi Ogata, a Japanese Moonie, plunged from the twenty-second floor of the New Yorker.

August 23, 1979: Junette Bayne, again the New Yorker Hotel, from the twenty-first floor. Her estranged husband, not a Moonie, said, “If she wasn’t pushed physically, she was pushed psychologically out that window.”

Health problems were a nuisance Moon could not be bothered with. If the spirit was strong, the body would follow. If the body was weak, there must be spiritual problems. A girl with a broken ankle was told to pray and drink ginseng tea. She fund-raised for three days before getting treatment at a free clinic on her own. Another girl was left with permanently impaired eyesight after an emergency operation for a detached retina. The doctors said she would have been all right had they been able to treat her months earlier when she skipped the appointments her father had made. Listening to lectures on the Divine Principle was more important, cult leaders had said. She almost went blind. A Moonie from Kansas suffered a nervous breakdown. When Chris Edwards finally went to a hospital and was told his infected hand might have to be amputated, he felt ready to welcome the loss as justifiable “indemnity” for his sins.

Across the road from the training center, Moon and his family lived at a $600,000 estate—East Garden. Master had fresh sheets put on his bed every day and his clothes were washed three times before wearing. He told the cult his estate and fine car were necessary in order to show the world something other than the miserable side of life.

With the New Hope Singers, Chris Elkins accompanied Moon on the twenty-one city “Day of Hope” speaking tour during the fall of 1973. The tour began with three nights of lectures at Carnegie Hall in New York City. An advance team of one hundred to two hundred spent two weeks in each city at fund-raising, putting up posters announcing Moon’s appearance, luring dignitaries to a banquet for Moon, and saturating the local media with press releases. Among Moon’s tour trophies were appointments with governors and mayors (always with a Moonie cameraman in tow), keys to cities, and many “Day of Hope” proclamations and telegrams from unsuspecting officials—including New York Mayor John Lindsay, Los Angeles Mayor Tom Bradley, Washington Mayor Walter Washington, Ohio Governor John Gilligan, and Governor Jimmy Carter of Georgia.

Chris Elkins had become an accomplished fund-raiser. He had learned to vary his sales pitch. Depending on the kind of person being solicited, he asked for money for drug rehabilitation, a youth center, or a new choir called the New Hope Singers. Connection with Moon or the Unification Church was not revealed. All the money was turned over to church leaders.

Elkins made a good impression on Neil Salonen, the president of the Unification Church in the United States. Salonen also headed the Freedom Leadership Foundation, one of the political arms of the Moon organization, and he thought Elkins was suitable for use in the movement’s expanding political activities in Washington. Elkins welcomed the transfer. It would relieve him of what he liked least—fund-raising—and involve him in Father’s exciting new campaign to save Richard Nixon: Project Watergate. When Nixon’s image was rehabilitated with Moon’s help, Elkins was told, Nixon would be forever indebted to Moon.

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More of the book can be found here:

Gifts of Deceit: Sun Myung Moon, Tongsun Park, and the Korean scandal by Robert B. Boettcher (with Gordon L. Freedman) 1980

United States Congressional investigation of Moon’s organization

The Unification Church and the KCIA – ‘Privatizing’ covert action: the case of the UC

Robert Parry’s investigations into Sun Myung Moon

The Fall of the House of Moon – New Republic

The Resurrection of Rev Moon

[leelee120000]

Bangtan Sonyeondan (BTS) [방탄소년단] Melon Music Awards and Mnet Asian Music Awards 2020 Review

December 7, 2020

The Melon Music Awards (MMA) and the Mnet Asian Music Awards (MAMA) both happened on Saturday, Dec. 5, and Sunday, Dec. 6. Both shows were drastically affected by COVID. For the first time in 11 years, the MAMA only took place in Paju, South Korea, and not in Hong Kong. The event did not feature an audience or greenroom. Instead, the artists waited in the parking lot to go on stage to accept awards group by group. The MMAs were completely virtual. It is also important for me to mention that Min Yoon-gi [민윤기], better know by his stage name SUGA, is not present for these performances, as he is still recovering from his shoulder surgery.

MMA

The intro begins with a light piano version of “Zero O’Clock” playing accompanied by purple stars, constellations of BTS-related imagery flashing around. As dramatic string music starts, we are shown the sun eclipsed by the moon. It transitions to the stage, light like the animation. An orchestrated version of “Black Swan” starts. Jeon Jung-kook [전정국] better known by his stage name Jungkook, is kneeling at the edge of the stage. He is in a white suit, the dancers costumed in all black with masks covering their faces, begin circling him. He looks at the water below him pensively, cupping it and then bringing it above his head, letting it trickle out of his hand. Immediately, this reminded me of the Biblical figure Gideon. With all of the fallen angel imagery of this era of BTS, especially with “Black Swan” it makes a lot of sense. Jungkook artistically moves, as if scared and trapped by this choice. The dancers hold him up and sit him down. They fall across the river, parting like the red sea. He ‘swims’ through, striking the crucifixion pose at the end. He turns and shows Kim Seok-jin [김석진] stage name Jin in a similar white suit. The two battle, invoking the concept of duality. The dancers block them for a moment before lowering to show six out of the seven members of BTS all in black. There is a noticeable gap where Min Yoon-gi [민윤기] would be. They all lower, forming a black swan. 

The screen fades to white as a swan passes a dramatic version of “ON” plays. BTS (without Suga) stands on top of a white staircase, purposefully leaving a gap for Suga. They are dressed a lot like their typical older costumes, a sort of bad boy post-apocalypse vibe. Dancers line the side, with red drumsticks. Cut to a stage full of dancers, BTS performs “ON” in a typical way, covering for Suga but leaving his space in the choreography open.

Another animation begins, and the string from the album art of Love Yourself is shown. “We Are Bulletproof: Eternal” plays. A message of hope is shown. Footage of BTS fans, known as A.R.M.Y. talking is displayed. “Life Goes On” begins on a stage with mirrors and rectangle lights and suits. It is calm and peaceful there are no extra dancers. Suga’s part plays and they do the backing vocals. Jungkook’s hand tattoos are shown uncensored, which was most likely a mistake. Confetti falls as they sing, A.R.M.Y. is shown on a screen.

Another image of a purple globe is shown as a transition. “Dynamite” starts with the lights changing color for the member singing (BTS have designated colors for each member, you can tell by their microphones and earpieces.) They are in their 70s suits. There is a dance break for the members, which is as fun and colorful as you’d expect. The performance ends with digital fireworks.

For awards: BTS earned all Daesangs for the second year in a row. They also earned Best Dance (Male) and the Netizen’s Choice award. So, in total, six awards. But Suga alone also earned Best Rock for his collaboration with IU. So they took home seven! The speech was very heartfelt, touching on COVID and how hard life has been.

MAMA

“On and On” started with a blindfolded dancer sitting on the blacked-out stage, creepily playing with a music box. The lighting becomes spooky, and a monster claw grabs him, FEAR in bold letters appears. Then, a flashing pause symbol is shown. Jungkook walks out in a red robe, blowing his horn from the “ON” music video. The lighting makes a waterfall appear, and the water washes away the word fear as the other five present members rise up from below, leaving a gap where Suga would be. The claw raises up through sticks, turns into a hand, and releases seven doves. The BTS symbol glows behind them. The doves fly to Seoul Worldcup Stadium. “ON” begins with the typical marching bandA disclaimer is shown, saying this was filmed before level two. BTS rock white military-style looks with black belts. The dancers in the post-apocalyptic look. Again, Suga’s spot is left open. The dance break is amazing, really letting the dance line shine. Real fireworks erupt. 

An animation through the BTS symbol takes us to a rainbow tube where “Dynamite” starts. With 70s style costumes. The curtains open to a bright and colorful stage. As Park Ji-min [박지민], better known as Jimin, sings about stars, the stage changes to stars. Fireworks show as it ends.

An animation of the world frozen starts. “Life Goes On” begins. The dancers are painted like statues. Everything seems normal until Suga’s section. He is a hologram, a pre-surgery recording of him for this performance. It is incredibly convincing, so much so it leads to mass confusion online. As the song ends the people become unfrozen. 

For Awards: The speech was nice, and it was cool that they called Suga. They earned all Daesangs and the best male group.

LeAnne McPherson

[imaginativeamateur]

[Itachi Uchiha X Reader] First Snow {Part 3}

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

Pairing: Itachi Uchiha x fem!Reader

Note: Here we go with the next part! This one is also angsty, I'm very sorry! But believe me, I'm intending to end it in a fluff note :D

~~/ /At last, he picked up his feet and walked in the opposite direction without turning an extra glance. Were his eyes playing tricks on him or did he see the thin layer of mist forging in yours?/ /~~

When you arrived at your shared house, you sighed in exasperation. You were dazed enough to come home without the key. You remembered locking every single door and window before you left with Itachi that evening, leaving no other way for you to possibly get inside.

You did not want to go back and bother his parents any further. They would find out that Itachi was not with you and it would trouble everyone. Therefore, you squatted on the doorsteps, wrapping yourself in your coat, and waited for him to return.

It was transitioning from autumn to winter in Konoha. The wind was chilly, but not excruciating. The trees were shedding their last leaves, dry branches reaching out to the bright crescent moon. You sat there, enjoying the breezy night, but the air eventually got colder as the night went deeper and deeper. You began to shiver slightly and scooted your body closer into the corner. Yet, Itachi was still nowhere to be seen. He was visiting Izumi and you did not expect that he would return any soon, but somewhere down the bottom of your heart, you still hoped he would show up in the lonely night. It was just a wishful thought that crossed your mind in the middle of desperation.

It was getting late as you drifted in and out of sleep at the door to your house. You did not know how long you had been sitting in the same position, your feet were numb to the point you could not move your toes. The tip of your nose was frozen and reddened against the midnight wind. Your eyes were dimmed and you hugged your knees closer to your chest for a little more warmth. You felt quite lucky that it was not winter yet, otherwise, you would have lost your consciousness by now. Nevertheless, you could feel your throat starting to burn and your nose runny—you caught a cold.

Itachi was back when the sun was waking from afar and was taken by surprise to see you crouching at the front steps. Did this woman spend a night sleeping outside? He frowned, finally close enough to take a clear observation of your pale lips and dark circles. He suddenly felt upset, but the moment he thought about Izumi’s words, his sympathy towards you disappeared without a trace. You slowly opened your eyes, squeezing them repeatedly to get the muscles moving. Your face lit up at the sight of the raven-haired but before you were able to greet your husband, he shoved your body to the ground.

The piercing pain combined with the exhaustion you endured from staying in the cold for the whole night knocked the air out of your lungs. You were given no time to process what happened, and Itachi spat, “How cruel can you be, Y/N?”

Your eyes welled up with tears due to the overwhelming pain, your throat was burning when you spoke, chapped lips quivering, “I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

“You made Izumi wait for you for the whole evening on Saturday, outside. And it was raining.”

Itachi was growling, his eyes piercing through your skin like thousands of arrows, sucking all the oxygen out of your lungs. You scrambled to your feet, accidentally scraped your fingers against the rocky ground, too numb to feel any pain. Biting your lip to suppress a hiss, you peered at him without any defeat, “She didn’t come to me on Saturday.”

“You work at the Political Affairs Department, right?”

You nodded without a slight hint of hesitation, “Yes, what’s the matter?”

“She came there to hand in her report at six on Saturday, the guards told her that you were busy at that time and wanted her to wait.”

You looked at him incredulously, “I never told the guards that. Why are you accusing me without any evidence?”

“You were the only one there on Saturday.”

Your Department was indeed very small in the number of employees, and you happened to be the only one staying back on Saturday for your shift while the others were out investigating. However, you went home at five-thirty, thirty minutes before Izumi came. Your Advisor said that there would be no one visiting that evening after five, and you were basically free to go then. He granted you an early leave, given that you worked very hard for days. You even stayed back for thirty minutes to make sure that you would not miss any visitor, but no one ever came. After you left the office, you went straight to the supermarket to buy some ingredients to make dinner for the two of you. You even remembered that it was a rare occasion that Itachi sat and ate with you in your own home. It was such a precious moment to you, and you never thought that…

You stuttered, “I didn’t know Izumi came, I left at five—”

“What time was your shift supposed to end?”

“Six,” your voice trembled, you did not know if it was because of the freezing temperature or your terrified disposition. “But—”

“So you slacked off.” He concluded, “You couldn’t even handle a job in the office and even caused her to suffer lungs failures. She is now hospitalized, are you satisfied?”

“Lungs failures?”

“You made her stay under rain for one hour straight, and Izumi experiences shortness of breath since birth. Do you know how dangerous it is for her to be outside enduring such conditions?” Itachi scoffed maliciously.

You could not get his words across. You knew you were at fault for leaving earlier than you should have. But it was peculiar that the guards told her to wait another while because you clearly remembered waving to them when you left. You looked at him again, and his furious aura swallowed your last bit of courage to explain the situation.

You tucked on the hem of your shirt and stood up unsteadily, gliding your motionless feet along the hard ground, “I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I should have stayed until my shift ended. I’ll go and apologize to her.”

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[sprinklesandshatters]

A Review on NCT 127′s 3rd Album <Sticker>

So NCT 127 just came back with their 3rd Full Album <Sticker> and this is my first 127 comeback since I became a fan last year! Neozone is such a special album for me as it was their first album that I explored entirely. I've known NCT as the group who never fails any expectations so I've kept mine up although I know they'll exceed it anyway. And guess what, they did! I absolutely love their new album hence this review~

This isn't a technical music review—as I am not a musician myself—but rather a listener's honest takes, goofy notes, and interpretation on each of the tracks in the album. I admit I've also struggled to build my own opinions on some of the tracks until I listened to them over and over again.

I have also heard there are mixed opinions on the title track <Sticker> and a lot says it's another acquired taste. But I think it's not just that, as it can be a grower, just like how most of NCT's songs were for me. Maybe after a few listens and a right passage of time, it will grow on those people. The bottom line here is, I like it a lot! 😛

So I listed down the songs according to their respective track numbers and followed each with a bulleted list of my opinions and interpretations.

(Viewer/reader discretion: before you continue, minors, do not interact as there are few 18+ contents under the cut. Thank you.)

1. Sticker

THEY DIDN'T JUST PUNCH A NEW NOTCH ON THE BELT LIKE THAT

THIS SONG SLAPS, LITERALLY SLAPS… AND WHIPS 

The recorder at the intro boyyyy I thought something was wrong but then I remember it’s NCT lmao

It already stuck in my head from my first listen from the Instagram audio.

With Taeyong opening the verse with his divine rapping, I knew I'm in for a new ride.

STICK-UH STICK-UGH STICK-UGHGHGH

To those complaining it sounding like noise music, imagine it sounding generic. I don't think it would fit as the title track. Not a b-track or in their repertoire, even. They are called NCT because they define the NEO in the music culture and music technology!

It honestly was an unorthodox, just like all of their title tracks, which I’m inherently here for.

Literally, no one does it like them!

The growls and the vocal flexes and adlibs! (You can tell it has Yoo Youngjin's brand.)

The crisp metronome sound that’s consistently ticking except for the pre-chorus and the dance break adds depth to the soundscape. I love how it’s used instead of the usual snaps.

The production quality blew my mind. Like how can someone think those melodies would sound so exquisite? CAN I CALL THEM GENIUS?

The piano at the back, oh my God—Yes! It adds this mystifying element to the song.

I'm not sure if it's a midi violin at the pre-chorus, but it added thrill to the song. It was a great transition from the bass line in the verses to the combination of the flawless harmony with the same instrumental.

"You treat me like a boy, like a grown-up child chasing a dream" JUNGWOO BABY NO MORE HUH

Taeil, Doyoung, and Haechan—the bridge vocal trinity!

But why the heck are they cowboys? I dig the concept, but why? LMAO

BTW GUNSLINGER MARK I’M ON MY KNEES YEEHAW

This is easily one of my favorite tracks from NCT 127's entire discography 💚

2. Lemonade

(⌐■_■)

Jaehyun starting off this song with his deep voice eee

The song opens to a verse oozing with chill confidence. They're like, yeah you're lurking because we’re cool.

This is such a huge slap to their haters. NCT's not chillin' like a villain, nah they're the main characters!

Well maybe they’re villains, but still ya not cooler than them ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Funny enough how they could have just referred haters as simply lemons whose sour/bitter to the taste, but 127 squad's success is sweeter than all the haters' spiteful remarks so yeah, SIPPY SIPPY LEMONADE 🧃

"WOOF"

I might have just barked too wOW

Yuta’s vocals hooooO his voice just sounds so glamorous mhmm

Also Mark referencing their previous title tracks such as: Firetruck, Cherry Bomb, and Regular (it's Irregular in the lyrics) in his rap part 👌💅

I just love Mark's energy when he raps. HE RESOLUTELY BITES AND STRAIGHT UP EATS EVERY TIME HE DOES.

3. Breakfast

Now breakfast time, oh jeez!

AAAHAHFU—

Summer 127's bestie!

If Summer 127 talks about dancing all night long, Breakfast is the morning after.

You know what it is.

"Even if I gulp and drink you, it's not enough for me." oho Taeyong no you ha—STOP

Sexual innuendos aside, isn't it just sweet if someone tells you they'd want to have breakfast with you every day?  Okay maybe I'm melting at the thought 😩🙈💞

And I can see myself dancing to this song as I make breakfast (in the afternoon or at midnight bc I’m crazy)

This was an okay b-track for me at the first skim on the album, but boy it grew on me wildly.

Honestly one of my favorite tracks in this album.

4. Focus

Did I just invade a private call? LMAO

The analog voice filters make it like so.

Dude, this feels intimate in the level of eavesdropping a phone call between seasoned lovers. Then you realize you hear them whispering their kinks over the line and you're ooh, that's sexy! hfgklhfhf

My first listen to this, I almost went feral because,

"I can't wait to eat you…" when it's actually "I can't wait 'til we chill…" aahaha

"Baby call me when you want me." OKAY!

This sounds relaxing and chill. I'd love to play this on a late night drive or just before bed time along with Fly Away With Me, Sun & Moon, My Youth, and Long Flight.

Belongs to ‘make out session’ playlist  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

That was lowkey a playlist recommendation, huh?

I'd be kidding if I don't say I could touch myself while listening to this song AHAHAFGHFJFJ

I didn't know this would grow on me this much lol I love love LOVE THIS!

5. The Rainy Night

Ooh, the holy melancholy!

Piano at the intro—I knew I'd cry to this.

This song isn't just about break-up, but the heartbreak after one.

The yearning; the remnant pieces from the shattering of what was once there.

I think I crumbled from this one.

This hit so hard I felt like I fit in the shoes with the lyrics throughout the entire song.

What’s fascinating is I clearly forgot the title when I mentally said this sounds like a sad rainy day song from the first listen.

Something I’d turn up when it suddenly rains, just because I want to feel the blues.

Taeil and Haechan singing in lower register? I wanna cry :( they’re just one of the best vocalists in K-music industry right now.

Could have been also nice if they added Yuta to the vocals.

"My selfish heart who waits for you to come back," OKAY WHO HURT THEM?

And the fact that they sang it so good that it translated every ounce of the emotions well even before I looked up for English translations is the reason why I love this song too.

6. Far

Hmm… What the hell?! Do I like this? Wait...

Alright!

The jumpy vibe from the first verse to the pre-chorus set the mood for this song. It sounds merry and heavy. It was honestly too much to take until I’ve reached the chorus part.

Honestly, I think this song could fit NCT Dream better, as it gives off a vibe similar to Hello Future's b-tracks. If some credible source say this could have made HF’s track list, I might believe you too fast.

Also Dream’s Deja Vu where they go na nananananana na na na~

Playful yet confident! That’s what I mean!

As usual, the vocals are insane! Vocal flex from left to right!

I swear Jungwoo sounded a bit like Taemin at the second verse that I had to replay it hahaha

I love hearing Johnny as a vocalist! SM, how many signs do you need until you utilize his vocal talent???

Taeil's part where he sings, "go nuts, go nuts, 'til we go bust, go bust" IDEK BUT I SNORTED A LAUGH AT FIRST LISTEN HFCAHKFHK

Not my favorite, but still great though!

But wait it’s actually stuck in my head???

7. Bring The Noize

Yes, they never beat those noise music allegations

HERE'S SOME NOIZE, BITCHES

I love me some noisy percussions. AND THE BASS YO

This screams so much confidence!

The build up from the pre-chorus to the chorus—FIRE!

This song reminds me a lot of SuperM's Super Car, especially with the engine roar samples and the battle cry-like singing at the chorus.

JAEHYUN RAPPING? You mean Jaehyun the visual, the vocalist, the actor, the model, the funny dude, aka my everything?! (markie bb look pls look away for a moment)

THEY DELIVERED IT STRAIGHT FROM NEOCITY THAT'S SOME NCT MUSIC RIGHT THERE NO ONE DOES IT LIKE THEM

When I said I'd play Focus on a late night drive, and if I add this in the playlist, VROOM VROOM SPEED LIMIT WHAT

OUTTA MY WAY

“We got no shame” ouh TAEYONG’S FLOW IS JUST VERY HIM AND HE’S IN A LEAGUE OF HIS OWN

You know what's so clever about this song? It's how it ended with Mark's final rap without any instrumental, leaving you  standing there with a doppler effect-like post experience.

A super car on a super speed just whooshed past you and you look its way as it zips through the road. It's gone in an instant but you're floored dumbfounded at a sidewalk. That's how I describe this song.

8. Magic Carpet Ride

This song… Wow. Oh gosh it's so beautiful.

Their harmony in the chorus—it makes me want to kiss someone so passionately that I'd cry.

This makes me want to feel love that transcends the universe. Literally, just please take me on a magic carpet ride :(

The background harmonies too oh my goodness—HEAVENLY.

Jaehyun's voice is so warm and soulful it fits perfectly with songs of this genre.

Okay alright Doyoung Grande!

And Taeil makes me feel like I'm listening to old school R&B.

The first time I heard this from the track video, I can't stop replaying because it's just that great.

This makes me want to love. I think that sums it up.

9. Road Trip

This is such a soothing song for me, especially how I easily become nostalgic thinking about the road trips I've had.

Whenever I listen to this, my brain immediately conjures up thoughts of my ideal getaways. Gazing at the sky through the car window, stirring up from a nap in the middle of the ride, and   eventually reaching your destination.

Oh, to travel around anywhere... (curse you covid-19)

Okay that's it. I'M PACKING UP.

But where do I go—

I could also imagine Mark playing this on the guitar and the other members sing along together, something like that.

Just Wholesome™ vibes.

I love how it evokes such a nice emotion within me effortlessly.

This isn't my favorite, but I still love this.

10. Dreamer

Eyyyy such a refreshing song!

This song is so bright it makes me want to dance. I play this first in the shower!

It reminds me so much of Elevator (from Neozone)

The horns make it more lively I think!

Yuta and Jungwoo's voice suits lively songs like this.

The background vocal in low register in Taeyong's part in the first verse is so good ahhfhf

Taeil, the R&B vocal king you are...

There's this part where Doyoung and Johnny harmonized, that at first listen they seemed to clash, but it sounded actually fine after a few listens. Maybe it's just that I've never heard them do it before.

And I think it's Doyoung's laugh at the end of the bridge? Oh my goodness I really love this too!

11. Promise You

MY FIRST LOVE AND MOST FAVORITE SONG IN THE ALBUM!!!

The first time I heard this from their NCIT Sharehouse Sitcom, I fell in love with the song already.

It sounds like something you'd feel from a warm, welcoming hug.

The lyrics are so beautiful and endearing. It's definitely a be-there-for-you type of song that will touch your heart.

It definitely sounds like a promise.

A song about platonic intimacy.

This really fits to be the closing song of the album. It's like the end of it but holds a promise that says “see you soon.”

Because they cherish their fans like that.

It's also like I've watched a movie with a happy ending, where the camera pans up to the clear sky and this song starts playing.

Speaking of ending, I would love to hear them sing this as an encore stage in their concert. You know, that moment just before the stage lights die down at the end of the concert where they send final blows of flying kisses to NCTzens. Then you come home smiling and crying.

This wasn't supposed to be this long since I originally planned to write this with just simple phrases and emojis but I got too engrossed lol. I also meant to include my own ratings but I figured it’s pointless since I can’t really decide about them hahaha

I really enjoyed the whole album and I love how they're progressively defining what NEO means by breaking through standards. It's not NCT music if it doesn't make you say "WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?" But then you realize it’s stuck in your head and you’re enjoying it already.

✨ OVERALL RATING: 127/10 💚

if you’ve reached until here, thank you for letting me share you a braincell or two 💞

[ikroah]

The strangest gal I ever had never happy ‘less she’s mad. Oh, I got a woman mean as she can be, sometimes I think she’s almost mean as me. —“Mean Woman Blues,” Elvis Presley (1957)

It Keeps Right On a-Hurtin’ #16 - Crimson Caravan

Collaborative Issue! Guest Artist: Esseress

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Notes / Original Pencils / Transcript:

Notes:

Girls’ night! Girls’ night!

I want this issue to speak for itself so I’m going to cut right to gratuitously thanking our latest guest artist, Esseress, who did a completely phenomenal on these five pages. We’ve been working on it for a long time and I’m over the moon to finally bring it to you now on this blog. I love writing this comic, and I loved doing the lettering and composition for it, but my goodness do I love Esse’s art. It was a real privilege to have that art as part of It Keeps Right On a-Hurtin’, especially since the artist was such an immaculately pleasant collaborator. If you’re reading this, thank you again for such a fun project (and talking about Naruto with me lol).

Original Pencils (click for full size):

This issue was one of my most fun composition challenges yet because something that you want to avoid in comics as much as possible, I think, is talking heads. You want to avoid shots that are static, overly repetitive, and uninteresting. Now the challenge is, how do you do that when your whole comic takes place in a small storeroom and is nothing but a conversation between two characters?

Playing with angles and expressions, and using repetition intentionally with the percussive referent of Agnes cutting into the floorboards, made for some really suspenseful page layouts that complemented the script in a major way. I’m especially proud of the third page, with its quick cutaway to the exterior of the office and the cutting continuing beneath Agnes’ dialogue. Also, did you notice that you only ever see Agnes’ left side this issue? You never get to look her in the eye this issue, and given how cagey she’s acting, that evasiveness was an intentional compositional choice. It was satisfying to pull off, but hear me, it took a lot of planning in the thumbnail stage to pull off well.

The other fun challenge of this issue was lighting. When you’re in a closet a night and don’t want to be seen, how do you see? The delightful answer was to have Agnes actually use that damn flashlight she wears on her shoulder; attentive readers will notice that this is the second time she’s used it in the comic, with the first time being back in Boulder City at the end of Volume 1. Hmm…guys, I wonder if it’s a bad omen that she only seems to turn it on when she’s about to commit or assist in a murder…

Speaking of lighting! One last fun hiccup about this issue was the final page. The script I wrote called for it to transition from night to morning between the first and second panels, but in a case of unforeseen and magnitudinous pedanticism, it was while coordinating the lighting on that page with Esse that I looked up the actual time of sunrise in the Mojave Desert for the time of year this issue takes place, which is November 5th if you’re curious. Turns out the sun shouldn’t be rising until after 7:00 AM, which hardly makes McLafferty the exceptionally early riser her planner says she is. That’s not to say it’s actually 7:00 AM in the comic…go ahead and play the CinemaSins ding for the wrong sunrise time, or whatever. And it’s not like any of you would have known or cared if I didn’t say anything! It was just too weird of a writing quirk to not bring up. The lesson, folks, is to always remember your temporality when writing. It’ll help you sleep a lot easier.

Transcript:

EXT. CRIMSON CARAVAN, night. The lights are out and everyone in the caravan compound have retired to their barracks for the night. From inside one of the compound buildings comes a soft sound.

SFX: SKRITCH SKRITCH…

INT. CRIMSON CARAVAN OFFICE. AGNES SANDS is bent over on the floor of a storeroom, carving into the wooden floor with her bootknife. ROSE OF SHARON CASSIDY leans against the door behind her.

SFX: SKRITCH SKRITCH…

AGNES: So…have you ever killed anyone before?

AGNES continues cutting into the floor without looking at CASS as she speaks.

SFX: SKRITCH SKRITCH, SKRITCH SKRITCH, SKRITCH SKRITCH…

AGNES: And I don’t mean a raider or fiend or something, nothing in self-defense. I mean in cold blood.

CASS: You mean like you killed those Khans?

(NOTE: *IKROAH #14—Lou.)

CASS: Hmmm…no, I guess I haven’t. When it comes to bloody vengeance just for myself…

CASS: …be gentle, it’s my first time.

AGNES doesn’t react to CASS’ joke. CASS becomes equally serious.

CASS: …I’d imagine this ain’t your first rodeo, the way you asked.

SFX: SKRITCH SKRITCH, SKRITCH SKRITCH, SKRITCH SKRITCH, SKRITCH SKRITCH…

CASS: I mean…this Benny guy, in Vegas. When we catch him, which notch on your blood-spattered bedpost is he?

AGNES stops cutting into the floor, raising her knife. CASS’s expression tightens with concern. The silence is uncomfortable.

AGNES: Second.

CASS: Oh, thank God.

AGNES: What?

CASS: No offense, but the way you got all serious, I worried for a second you might be some kind of serial killer nutjob.

AGNES: No, no, I’m sorry. I was just…thinking. I really know how to meet the wrong men, apparently.

CASS (smiling): Dead men, right?

AGNES frowns. Her knife plunges back into the wooden floor.

SFX: SKRITCH, SKRITCH, SKRITCH SKRITCH…

CASS: Wanna talk about it?

SFX: SKRITCH SKRITCH…

CASS: Not like we have anything else to do.

SFX: SKRITCH SKRITCH… 

AGNES: I really don’t.

CASS: Fine. That said, though, I did imagine this whole revenge thing being a bit more…exciting. Can’t say I like being stuck in a closet.

AGNES (smirking): You get used to it.

CASS: Why, though? You picked the lock to her fucking office like a cheap office toy. Why not break into her barracks and we shoot the bitch now?

AGNES: First, because that’s a great way to get us both killed.

AGNES keeps cutting as she speaks, deeper and deeper into the floor.

AGNES: Second, you want her to know it was you, so we have to get her awake and alone.

SFX: SKRITCH SKRITCH, SKRITCH SKRITCH, SKRITCH SKRITCH…

AGNES: Third, her planner on her desk confirmed what I already suspected—that she’s an early riser—so we’ll see her sooner rather than later, while the rest of the company is still asleep.

SFX: SKRITCH SKRITCH, SKRITCH SKRITCH…

AGNES: Fourth, we want to send a message to everyone else. So it has to be at least a little spectacular.

SFX: SKRITCH SKRITCH, SKRITCH SKRITCH...

CASS: Oh…you’ve really thought this through.

SFX: SKRIT-

AGNES stops cutting. She slowly lifts her knife out of the floor.

AGNES: Yeah.

CASS: Where’d a medic get so good at murder?

AGNES rises from bending over the floor to a kneeling position, turning back towards CASS and frowning.

CASS: Sorry. You probably don’t want to talk about that, either.

AGNES: Maybe another time. For now…

AGNES leans back, kneeling over an intricate cross-hatch, about three feet in radius, of deep cuts and gouges into the floorboards in front of her.

AGNES: …just trust me.

EXT. CRIMSON CARAVAN. Night turns to early morning, and ALICE McLAFFERTY, the boss of the caravan, walks up the steps of her office and enters.

AGNES (from inside, whispering): Alright. Now. Quickly.

From inside her office, a door is kicked open.

SFX: DTHUMP

ALICE: What the hell, who are you—!?

CASS: Rose of Sharon goddamn Cassidy, of Cassidy fucking Caravans, you bitch!

ALICE: No, you’re—

SFX: KABLAM

The sound of a shotgun going off in the middle of the compound wakes up the whole caravan. Crows scatter from the courtyard while guards start rushing towards the office door.

AGNES: Alright, now let’s go! Shoot the floor here where I—

SFX: KABLAM

The guards close in on the office while wooden shrapnel falls from a new hole in the floorboards of the office, and AGNES and CASS drop through to the ground outside, and crawl away from the caravan guards under the hut just as they reach the McLAFFERTY’s front door.