#hugo and the really really really long string

[grumpybuneary]

how is it september already

[bloodbrown]

P After 'Free From the Puppet String' (Headcanons)

• After this ending, P still has humanity growing within him. But he's not at peace. The people he loves are dead, and his father's last words to him simply confirmed his existence as a useless puppet.

• The first thing anyone finds when searching for the puppet boy will be the utterly trashed state of his father's office. In his perfect, precise way, P violently wrecks the entire room, with that portrait torn from the wall and snapped.

• After this, he's unusually sullen. He's typically quiet, but now he's dead silent. His home is populated only by the Hotel's trusted weaponsmith Eugenie, the great inventor Venigni, his puppet butler, and Hugo. Nobody knows what really happened at Arch Abbey, only that Geppetto died. P prefers to keep it that way, and weaves increasingly complex lies to keep his true feelings under wraps.

• P remembers the sentiment he often heard repeated around Krat. Puppets are said to be unable to cry because they have no soul. If puppets could cry, he certainly would.

• No one can get through to P in the aftermath, not even Gemini. Anyone calling out to him with "Geppetto's puppet" is met with a scowl and stare. He does not want to be called that ever again.

• But, the puppet boy certainly doesn't want to be called "Carlo", either. He doesn't know his own name, nor does he know what he really is. Gemini tries to comfort his friend during this time, but is met with silence, or another lie.

• Speaking of Gemini, I think P would start leaving him around the hotel more often rather than keeping him on his belt. The lamp puppet protests this loudly of course, but P doesn't listen.

• It starts to become a serious problem that no one knows how to address their puppet friend anymore. He was detached in general, and now he's unresponsive to what used to be his name.

• It's Gemini's idea, deciding what to call him. After enough loud whining, Eugenie and Venigni find their way to the abandoned Gemini. Gemini suggests they bring out the one thing he remembers about Carlo-- that book on the shelf in Antonia's room, Pinocchio.

• The parallels are obvious to a painful degree. P, reading this book for the first time with his friends, finds himself wishing he had a loving father, like the mischievous wooden puppet. "He's just like you, pal," Gemini points out to him. "And he became a real human, too."

• "Pinocchio", at first, is just a tongue-in-cheek nickname for P assigned by Gemini. But then everyone is calling him that. It's so perfect, and so distinctly Krat, that it just works. It's his name. Pinocchio perks up after this. He has an identity now, and it has nothing to do with Geppetto.

• After Pinocchio gets his name, I think he'd benefit from being kept busy by the Krat repopulation effort. He only knows how to function when being given tasks, so Eugenie sends him out for gathering materials and Venigni asks him for help in cleaning up the streets around his factories. It's good for P to see all of the citizens he helped save in-person, too.

• Pinocchio is going to need time to shape his identity and develop. He still has a long way to go. With his loved ones who gave him his name by his side, he believes he can grow into a real human.

[sacred-gaze]

invisible string

♫ rec: invisible string by taylor swift

✰ an enhypen scenario || fem!reader x sunghoon, feat. made up friends & the members

✰ description — you always believed in luck over fate—until you met him.

✰ warnings — some language, some angst, but mainly just teeth-rotting fluff

✰ notes — inspired by invisible string by taylor swift (yes i listen to taylor swift). anyways, enjoy!!

Luck was what you believed in—not fate. You would call it dumb luck, not “meant to be.” Your parents met by luck, a sweet story how one only met the other because they were lucky enough to miss their train and meet their soulmate while waiting for the next one. It was luck, and you were sure of it. Your parents always said that the saying about things only happen for a reason was wrong, that if you’re lucky, you’ll be just fine. You thought it wasn’t all that fair, but who were you to judge?

You made every decision with perfect judgment, never acted impulsively unless it was just to buy a snack instead of saving money, but you were careful, cautious so you wouldn’t have to use luck. You would just have to be patient.

You never dated, it was something that you didn’t think about much. Your friends were all dating, one was even engaged, and you were the maid of honor, but you didn’t have a date. You had no “dance partner,” she called it. Your best friend, the bride, then said your date could be the best man. You were skeptical, but to please her, you agreed.

You planned to meet him at the nearest diner, maybe food would calm your nerves. Though, you hadn’t seen what he looked like, you just knew his last name. Not his first, just his last. Not even the bride knew her future husband’s best friend at all. What were you to do? Sit alone with a sign that has his last name written in bold on it, hoping he’ll walk right over—like that isn’t crazy and stalker-like.

You were told he was “a bit of egotistical asshole,” which didn’t help your worries at all, but you were just desperate to be alone at your best friend’s wedding. It was stupid, and you felt stupid, but however this “cold-hearted player” guy (you were told a LOT of things about him except his name..) may be like, you were just hoping he wasn’t that way to you.

There, at the diner, you went in and waited, ordering a cup of tea to keep you company while you waited, and waited. It was to the point you sat there, reading a book tediously, about to give up. Your tea was just about gone and the waitress was bringing another cup to you.

“What are you reading?”

A voice rang out in front of you, one that sounded like honey, but was deep like a melancholic poem. Mist on a summer’s evening, a gentle breeze in the spring. You looked up, and met eyes with a tall, dark-haired boy with a lazy smile on his face, his teeth barely showing between his lips—it was quick to notice that he had fangs, not like a vampire, though. His skin wasn’t as pale as everyone else’s in the diner, he looked active and that he loved the outdoors. He had bigger hands, long fingers and red knuckles, maybe he did pottery or worked some construction before. He had on a loose, white long-sleeve shirt and black pants, like he had just left church. A lot of assumptions, but that’s what you did best. You were sure you’d be lucky enough to be right on most of them.

“Oh, uhm,” you placed your thumb in between the pages of the book, closing it to show him the cover, “The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo,” you answered, “my friend suggested it to me.”

His face lights up a bit, and he gestures to the seat ahead of you. You nod after a moment, so he sits and smiles, “I just finished it the other week, how do you think of it so far?” You wondered if he was gay for a second, but you shrugged it off.

“I really like it,” you smiled, “I worried it wouldn’t be all that great, despite all of it’s overwhelming great reviews, but I really like it so far.”

He nodded, “It’s great, yeah,” he looks at the book, “What chapter are you on?”

“Three. I just started this morning,” you lightly rubbed your thumb on the paperback cover. You thinned your lips, “Did you sit here just to talk about the book?—Not that I have a problem with that,” you chuckled nervously.

He shrugged, “Yes and no,” he twiddled his fingers some on the table, “That, and well, I thought you were really pretty,”

Your eyebrows lifted a little, “You think I’m pretty?” He looked up at you, almost offended at first.

“‘Course I do,” he smiled, “Do you think you’re pretty?”

“You’re a flirt,” you ignored his question, scoffing, but he continued to smile. He had a nice smile.

“Only with pretty girls,”

“There’s plenty of those,”

“Well only you caught my eye,” he admired your face, “I’m not too good with flirting, but I’m flattered you see how I talk as flirting.”

You rolled your eyes, “How is that a compliment?”

He shrugged, “You think I have game,”

“Wow,” You laughed, “You’re confident,”

“No, no,” he shook his head, “I’m just myself.” He reached his hand across the table, open for a hand shake, which you obliged.

Your eyes were stuck on him like glue, “I’m Y/N,” you say, and his eyes light up a little, like there was beauty to your name and it sang with harmony in his ears. “And you are?”

“Sunghoon,” he kept your hand in his for a second more, then he glanced around, “You wanna get out of here?”

But you halted, “Oh, I’m actually—” you checked the time on your phone, it had been well over an hour since you were supposed to meet that other guy so there was nothing better to do. “Yeah,” you nodded your head, “I’d like that.” And he smiled.

“You’re crazy,”

“Am I?” He was holding your hand, but that’s not what you were calling him crazy for. Instead, it was for how he was wanting to try this kind of rice a couple blocks away from the diner you two had met at, dragging you all the way there with his hand tied to yours. Experimental—you never liked to try new things, but for some reason, you felt at ease with him. Like the world was floating, yet you kept in control of it. It felt so normal, not like you had just met him 30 minutes ago.

“Yeah, I would think so,” you both stopped in front of the food stand, waiting in a short line. The stand looked familiar, you were sure you’ve seen it before somehow. “You made me walk three blocks just to get rice? I don’t—”

“Shh,” he shushed you, “You’ll understand why,” almost implying he’s tried this rice before, but once it was your turn, he ordered for you, paid, and sat down with you at the nearest bench. Shoulder to shoulder, he handed you chopsticks and you both shared the bowl of rice, “I need a full evaluation afterwards,” he says, covering his mouth, it was full of rice.

You took your first bite, humming, then nodding. “Oh my god,” you say, “this is amazing,”

“Right?” Sunghoon laughed, his eyes crinkling a little, “I told you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you took another bite, “thank you.”

“For . . . ?” He looked a little surprised, which confused you mostly so you repeated yourself.

“Thank you,” you say again, “for all of this.”

Sunghoon smiled. “Don’t thank me just yet,” he says, “It’s not the end.”

You furrowed your brows, “End of what?”

“Our first date,” he answers confidently, “I have somewhere else to take you next,”

But you were appalled, “First date? I never said yes to a date?”

“Do you not want this to be a date?” He takes another bite, “Hm?” He tilted his head some, your eyes meeting with his. They were a dark chocolate color, warm and deep, you could drown in them and be just fine never coming back up for air.

“Well, I didn’t say that,” you grinned, take another bite. He was gazing at you, lovestruck but he didn’t know he loved you, but he was sure he would. You were starting to think that way, too.

After the rice, he took you to this aquarium, paid for you and joked when he asked you to pay him back. You actually planned to, but knew he wouldn’t accept it. He was a gentleman, a kind one that had a smile to warm, you would be just fine on a freezing, winter day. You had never loved anyone before, but you were starting to think that maybe this could be the beginning. You’ve told him stories, he’s told you some. You had completely forgotten about that best man you were supposed to meet, but that didn’t matter anymore.

Because you had met him.

For the next few weeks, you and Sunghoon went on a good handful of dates, all around the city, alone and not a word spoken to anyone about them so it would be more intimate, only about you both and no one else. You were getting to know each other, not exactly official but not looking anywhere else either.

Everything felt so right. He would tell you about places you always went to, and you would do the same for him. It felt that that any of those times, you could’ve met him, like you were both parallel lines that finally joined together to form a heart.

You had told him before on one of the dates, how much you valued luck and chance, rather than what was meant to be or not to be. He was the opposite—he believed in soulmates and what the universe may give you. He had a good argument, but so did you, though it wasn’t a dealbreaker or anything. He hadn’t asked you to be his girlfriend, but he referred to you as his girl often.

However, there was one date you would have to wait to have as the wedding was the following day and you were talking with your best friend, trying to calm her nerves for her big day. You hadn’t told her about him yet, but you were sad because he had other (pre-you) plans that next day so he couldn’t be your date either.

“You’ll do just fine, F/N,” you tell her reassuringly, “Jay’s not going to care if your hair’s not absolutely perfect.”

“You don’t know that!” She exclaims, sitting down on the couch across from you.

You stared, “Well do you know that?”

She covered her face, “No, but”

“F/N, he’s universally in love with you. There is nothing that can keep that man from marrying you tomorrow,” you tell her, though she still shakes with anxiety. She pushes her hair back a little as she leans back up. “Besides, you’ll look amazing no matter what. He’d marry you in a trash bag.”

She laughed, “God, you’re right. I don’t know why I’m stressing so much about this.” She pulls her hair back into a loose ponytail, “You sure you’re okay with no date tomorrow?”

You shrugged, “I guess I have to be. He never showed up at the diner so I guess I’ll just have to hook arms with the best man, ignore the elephant in the room, and then die alone.”

“You’re not going to die alone,” she tells you, “Maybe he forgot or something,”

“Didn’t you say he was a douche anyways? A player? Maybe I dodged a bullet,” you sat back in your chair.

“I know. But don’t worry, tomorrow will be just fine, yeah?” She smiles, but you click your tongue.

“Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?”

“I don’t know, maybe I should take your job!”

“Oh whatever,” you sigh, “Everything will be just fine. Don’t you worry, okay?” And she nodded before both of you headed to bed, anticipating the next day where one of you will be married and the other, alone.

The next day, everyone was already starting to gather around, taking their seats. Your best friend always wanted a beach wedding, so there it was, an arch covered in vines and white roses at the end of an aisle between rows of white chairs. It was beautiful, little white rose pedals spread on the sand, leading up to where the groom stood.

You were in the dressing room with your best friend, already dressed as you helped her finish up getting ready. You had just sent a text to Sunghoon about your day, which he replied and said he hoped he could’ve been there, too. You were a bit sad, but you didn’t let it bother you all that much. It wasn’t your wedding day, after all.

Once it was time for the ceremony, you held your hands together in front of you nervously, waiting at the front of a line coming from the right, while the line coming the left was the groomsmen, where the best man was nowhere to be seen. You honestly hoped he wouldn’t show, just in case you wanted to beat his ass if you saw him, but nothing could have ever prepared you for the following moments. The flower girls, your best friend’s neices, got in front of you and the best man who had just appeared, but you paid no attention and stared forward, waiting for it all to start.

A light melody begins to echo with the wind from the piano. You reach your elbow out, waiting for the best man to hook his arm with yours, but familiarity struck once he did. You looked over, just as the flower girls started to go down the aisle, and you saw him. You saw Sunghoon, the previously labeled “cold-hearted player” that was so egotistical, you’d want to rip your hair out. He was the douchebag, and you couldn’t believe it.

“Sunghoon?” You whispered, just as both of you started to walk down the aisle together slowly. He looked over at you, then blinked a couple times.

“Y/N? You’re— You’re the maid of honor.” An obvious observation, but he was in shock, honestly.

“What’s your last name?”

“What?”

“Last name.”

“Park.”

Oh fuck.

“You’re the best man that stood me up.”

“Stood you up—” He scoffed in disbelief, “I met with you, didn’t I?”

You shook your head, “You didn’t tell me.”

Sunghoon knitted his brows together, “I didn’t know? And you didn’t tell me either,” he remarks, all of the conversation being in a whisper as you both made it down the aisle. At the end, you two parted ways and went to the opposite sides of the altar. The other groomsmen and bridemaids all follow suite and the ceremony begins with the bride walkong down the aisle, the light melody transitions into the wedding march as all rose from their seats and watched her approach her soon-to-be husband at the altar.

It was beautiful, each vow perfectly written and spoken to one another, and there, the couple were married and everyone cheered and clapped.

It was wonderful, but your mind was elsewhere. All you have come to know about Sunghoon, could have just as easily been a lie—egotistical, asshole, cold-hearted, player—was any of it true at all?

After the ceremony and into the reception, Sunghoon tried to talk to you a few times, but ultimately stopped when you ignored him every time and gave all of your attention to your busy friend, who was the happiest girl in the room.

You didn’t want to talk to Sunghoon. You didn’t want to look at him, or even think of him at all. You had no idea what to think of everything now. Was he really like that? Even his best friend said that stuff . . . You really hoped this was your happy ending, but maybe your luck just ran out.

It had been two weeks since the wedding. Your best friend and her new husband had gone off to their honeymoon, so you basically worked, went home and slept, then went back to work the next day. You made sure there was no chance you could see Sunghoon—ever. You didn’t hate him, moreso that you couldn’t, because there was something inside your heart that didn’t want you to hate him.

It was late, it was just a Thursday after work where you stuck overtime for the past four hours. It didn’t help that it had started raining heavily on your drive home. You pulled into the apartment’s parking lot, then searched frantically for a jacket or an umbrella, but found nothing to your surprise. You were normally prepared for stuff like this, but it had slipped your mind that you had taken in your umbrella the other day, forgot it on the dinner table, and your jacket was probably sitting in the dryer. Sunghoon would’ve reminded you to grab them. He always watches the weather. He’d know. You huffed and got out of your car quickly, trying to rush in before you got soaked, but just as you got out of the car and shut the door, there he was, standing there like some dramatic movie scene.

“What the hell are you doing?” You call out to him, “You’re going to get sick, you’re not even wearing a jacket!”

“You aren’t either!” He called back out to you, the rain growing harder and harder. “Y/N, listen to me okay? I—”

“No, no I don’t want to hear your excuses,”

“I don’t have excuses,” Sunghoon stated out, “I don’t have anything to say that would ever excuse my mistakes, but that’s the past. I’ve changed, and I don’t want to be that version of myself ever again.”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re insane.”

He shockingly smiled, “Insane, crazy, stupid—you can call me whatever you want, Y/N, but I’m never going to stop feeling the way I do about you.” A strong declaration, but that wasn’t as surprising as the words he spoke to you then.

“How—” you hitched your breath as you shook your head, “How am I supposed to believe that all the things they said aren’t true? That you were ‘such a player that you couldn’t find it in your cold heart to even care that you hurt them?’ How can I be sure you won’t do the same for me?”

Sunghoon stared into your eyes, distant but still warm. His heart couldn’t have ever been cold. None of it made any sense. God, the things your best friend and her husband keep running around your mind like a racecar track.

“Because I won’t. I haven’t done any of that in years. In high school, and college, I was an asshole and was convinced I was supposed to be the bad boy everyone’s scared of. I let them be scared of me because I thought no one could ever love me, and when someone did, I ran.” Sunghoon stepped towards you on the pavement, his hair wet and his clothes soaked. His face was flushed with pink, a gentleness in his eyes that only you could ever recognize. It was him. “You don’t have to forgive me, but I will do everything in my power to make up for it all.”

“Sunghoon . . .” You tried not to cry, “Our luck has run out,” you told him, but he wouldn’t hear you. He stepped even closer, standing right before you now, close enough to feel some rain droplets bounce off of him and onto you.

“No, there’s no luck, there’s no fate,” he tells you firmly, “All I know is that I’m falling in love with you, Y/N, and I’m willing to do anything for you.”

You felt the same way he did. Of course you did. There was no part of you that could ever hate him. You wanted him, and absolutely no one else. You didn’t care if you both died tomorrow, as long as you had him, you were just fine. You were more than fine. You were perfect, because of him.

You gave him a soft smile, “I’m falling in love with you, too.”

And he gave you this . . . smile.

It was that type of smile that warms your heart and eases your worries. it was one that you could never forget, one that will save you from your darkest nights, one that can heal your wounds and pain with just a glance. Your heart was beating so fast that you couldn't even get a decent breath. Your head was full of thoughts burning with anticipation as he slowly leaned in closer to you. Heat rose from your stomach to your chest and your heart definitely skipped a beat as you felt his breath on your cheeks. You watched his eyes flutter as he started to close in. That was it — at that very moment his lips brushed over yours like a wave of warmth and all of your body reacted to him instinctively. You raised your hands to his face, and kissed him like there was no tomorrow, but it was gentle, passionate, full of love. Time seemed to have just come to a great pause as we kissed. The taste of his lips silenced your thoughts.

The rain was so cold against your skin, but it didn’t bother you one bit. It didn’t seem to bother him much either. His hands went limp on your waist, but you lowered your hand and took one of his into your own, holding him close to you as your lips moved against each other. His other hand lightly pulled onto your shirt, but you tilted your head slowly and touched your lips to his for a second time, very carefully and gently as if you didn't want to break him with a single touch. The kisses began to slow after a short time, becoming tender and infinitely more. It was like you were growing more intimate. It was so easy to get lost in him, lost in his connection between the both of you.

Before, on those dates or whatever they were, you both were just friends. Friends who stared at each other a second too long. But as of this very moment, with your lips kissing his, he was no longer just your friend. Instead, he was now a lover. Your lover. He was your soulmate, as you were his.

You pulled away and stared into his eyes, and he just smiled at you, “Come on,” he whispered to you, “let’s get out of this rain,” and as you giggled, you both headed inside and out of the rain together.

The wedding was set for the spring. It had been a couple years since your best friend’s wedding and the whole declaration-turned-kiss-in-the-rain moment, and you couldn’t be happier. You had (mostly) everything finished for the wedding, even though it was in a couple months and you had plenty of time to add or change stuff.

Sunghoon helped as much as he could, though he knew how much you wanted to plan it so he would only offer his opinion when you asked. It was your day, he would say, but you would always tell him it was his day, too.

You still believed in luck, and he still believed in fate. You felt you were lucky to meet him, and he felt that it was always meant to happen anyways. You didn’t agree out loud, but you knew he was right (you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of being right). Because whether it was luck or fate, it was always him. It was always him you were going to love forever. And with that, you knew.

You were going to be just fine.

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a/n — OKAY IM DONE W WEDDING STUFF the next fic will be something wayyyy different (itll probably be angst lolz) but NOT ABT A WEDDING. anyways, i hope u all enjoyed <3333

[armoricaroyalty]

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 / ❛ boy crazy ❜ part two (@nexility-sims)

When Zofia walked into a room, everyone noticed. It might have been the enormity of her hair or the constant noise of her rings and bracelets or else the overwhelmingly sweet scent of her favorite body mist, but she was captivating in every sense of the word. Hannah had been jealous of her, once upon a time. It would have been impossible to grow up with her without any jealousy: next to Zofia, everyone became shabby and dull. Ranks didn't matter at all, no title or royal honor could ever compete with that kind of natural charisma. Hannah loved her, but there had been days when she'd hated her, too. Now, though, she was only grateful. When Zofia walked in, nobody noticed the rest of them slipping out.

read part one here

author's note: @nexility-sims and I have been working on the zofia/rui romance since....early 2022? some time in 2021? since #rufia has completely dominated 2/3 of our joint brain power for years, it seemed fitting to finally let them out of our DM's to celebrate Love Day Valentine's Day. Happy V-Day, everyone!

Transcript under the cut.

CHEF | Aren't long nails against dress code, anyway? SERVER | [laughs] Girl, I don't give a fuuu— SERVER | You wanna know who else is wearing acrylics tonight? CHEF | [bored] I dunno, who? SERVER | Oh, nobody, just the Princess Zofia. CHEF | [gasps] CHEF | Shut. Up. You actually talked to her? What was she like? SERVER | She's fucking gorgeous. Like, obviously, but up close, she's even more beautiful. CHEF | Yeah, yeah, but what was she like? SERVER | Okay, so I didn't actually talk to her because she was all over her new boyfriend. They were like, so into each other. It was so sweet. CHEF | Really? I heard it's just a PR relationship so people will think she's over Sigis. SERVER | No way! They're obviously crazy abut each other. You can't fake— UNIDENTIFIED MAN | [offscreen] EVERYBODY OUT! HUGO | What, do I gotta say it again? All of you, clear out! HANNAH | [sighs] Please excuse us. HANNAH | My cousin and I need somewhere to speak privately. Will you please excuse us for a moment? CHEF | ??? SERVER | [shrugs] HUGO | ...anyway, did you see it? HANNAH | See what? HUGO | That stupid little hair flip. He did it a million times. HANNAH | He's growing it out for her. HUGO | Really? Hard to believe, he's so fucking vain. HANNAH | She told me she asked him to grow it long. [deep, beleaguered sigh] She thinks it's sexy. HUGO | What, are you for real? HANNAH | Oh yeah. She's always had a thing for guys with long hair. HUGO | ...huh. HANNAH | Anyway...what's your take? Personally, I don't see what she sees in him. HUGO | [snorts] He's better than Marshall. HANNAH | That's the world's lowest bar. Subterranean, in fact. HUGO | So what are we going to do? HANNAH | He's not a dog, we can't just run him off. HUGO | Well, you can't, but maybe if I— PIDGE | [offscreen] HEY! What are you two talking about? PIDGE | ...and why are you hanging out in the kitchen? ARTHUR | ....hi. HUGO | [icily] Farrier. HANNAH | It's late, Pidge. What are you still doing up? PIDGE | Uh, excuse you. Mama said I can stay until midnight. ARTHUR | ...you two aren't talking about Rui and Zofie, are you? HUGO | ... HANNAH | ...no. PIDGE | You two are such LIARS! PIDGE | Both of you are judgy control freaks! I thought he was really nice. HUGO | He could barely string a sentence together. ARTHUR | I mean...Armorican is his third or fourth language, isn't it? HUGO | Whatever! He gives me the creeps. HANNAH | Well, she says she's in love. HUGO | [scoffs] In love? They've known each other for six months. PIDGE | So? What if it was love at first sight? HANNAH | [exasperated] Pidge— HUGO | Just ignore her, she's fourteen. PIDGE | For your information, I'm fifteen. And I'll be sixteen in May, sooo— HUGO | Yeah, a baby— ARTHUR | Can I remind everyone that Zofia is twenty-two? She's an adult, she can make her own choices, and this is none of our business. HUGO | You're right, Farrier. It's none of your business. HANNAH | [offscreen] Hugo, enough. PIDGE | [mouthing] Rude. HANNAH | Arthur, what was your read? ARTHUR | I don't know, and I don't want to form a judgment until I've actually gotten to know him. He seems...fine? On par with the other guys she's dated. HANNAH | [sighs] "On par with all her other boyfriends" is the entire problem. HANNAH | I just don't want her to get hurt again. This happens every time, you know? She falls hard and fast and then the guy turns out to be a scum-sucking lowlife. PIDGE | [laughs] Hellooooo, what about Van? He was— HANNAH | Probably thw worst of all of them. Trust me, Pigeon. He's...he's no good. HUGO | [jokingly] You see, baby bird? That's why you're not allowed to date until you're thirty and why Hannah's gonna join a convent— PIDGE | No way, that's not fair. HANNAH | [tiredly] Hugo, shut up. No one asked. PIDGE | Yeah, Hugo. No one asked. ARTHUR | Look, I think we should at least give the guy a chance. HANNAH | [sighs] I guess we owe her that much. PIDGE | Guys, I actually talked to him, and trust me: he is like, sooo nice. HUGO | ... HUGO | I bet I could take him. PIDGE | Hey! Hannah, did you hear what he just said—

[sunskate]

NHK FD

CPom had such a good NHK, they're so deserving of their medal. the FD is developing in every outing - the straight line lift was particularly on the music and has such ease and softness in the position changes, it's beautiful. and Jean-Luc was talking about wanting an invisible string between the skaters in a one foot, that they stay connected and an equal distance throughout - CPom really do as they travel the long axis of the ice. so many great little details - like the flamenco handclap after the first and last set of twizzles - wish they had a little more rhythmic snap, but it's a nice touch. the RoLi almost ended at the right spot - if they hit that accent in the music exactly it'll be even more exciting. the music cut i think is pretty good, but there's one spot that i just do not get - the start of the ChSt - this is the original, followed by what they do:

the famous melody is an 8 bar phrase which is 4 bars question, 4 bars answer, and they do the 4 bar answer twice, whyyy if they want the percussion hits, i'm sure Hugo can slug them in? lol this takes me out of it every time

i think this program's really good, so these are just little thoughts - when Christina does the drop, i think it's his response and what comes after that could sell it more -- it looks rushed, the way he runs his hands up her hips, rather than like getting to touch her is hot or special to him. and Jean-Luc was talking about clarity - after that, she pushes his head away but then pulls him close, it could be bigger and clearer what this dynamic is

and the spin might be an opportunity to show connection - right now, it's very pretty, but there's no clear story in it. there's one point where they separate and come back, and that could be more like they're drawn irresistibly to each other, and the whole sequence more like they're in their own bubble. otherwise, the kiss kind of comes out of nowhere, though the ending of the spin i love

but from there, it's SO good how every element is organic to how the music is building. they've grown so much - this level of performance and the way they're doing more at each competition and the gorgeous skating makes me happy to watch

[sophietv]

What’s your thought about “Kaylor: The timeline”

I’ve just ended it and I’m pretty positive that’s something fishy with that. I mean there are literally the lyrics of songs from Reputation and Lover, the concepts of both of these albums and also everything seems to fall into the right place and the insights are so accurate.

I don’t know if it’s just me and I’m clowning around or it’s obvious to you too (?)

It's funny that you ask me this question because my group chat made me read this fanfic at the start of the year to see what I would think about this.

For those who don't know what we are talking about. Here's the link (X).

It's a fanfic that people heavily speculate is written by Taylor. As there's many Koincidences and references to albums that were not released when it came out.

The fanfic was started in February 1st 2015 and the last chapter was posted on May 27th 2016.

At first I was VERY skeptic. Because when you read it with that lense and go to the comments and it's full of people saying things like: Look! She talked about grass it's a reference to Invisible String!!

Well, it was not very convincing. 😅

But then I got the the part where Karlie and her are going to the restaurant and Taylor compares her life to being in a fishbowl...

Then, there's so many tiny details that are, well really precise.

Like at some point in the Timeline they are talking about a moment Taylor was very jetlaggued and wrote an email to Scott Borchetta telling him that she does what she wants.

Well, there was a tweet that Taylor made, with this exact caption.

And the date on the Timeline is the exact same as the tweet.

But those can all be just a very dedicated fan that did their research.

It's been a long time since I read it so I don't remember all the details.

But then....

There is a scene that is exactly : "I'm laughing with my lover, making fort undercover, trust him like a brother, yeah you know I did one thing right".

I repeat that the last chapter was written in May 2016...

That's references to Call It What You Want.

Her song about the Love Blackout and running away with Karlie...

And in that chapter (or really not long after), she's EXACTLY talking about the love blackout....well running away with Karlie.

Not only that.

She's talking about taking a break from big releases after 1989, to be just with Karlie and not release another album like planned. 🤨

She's asking Karlie to run away with her. Somewhere they can just be them. And Karlie says yes.

To tell you my jaw dropped when I read that....

Go read my Love Blackout post if you haven't to have the full 🤯 effect (X)

And read the last part of that chapter... (X)

They talked about coming out together if everything went well until Decembre 2014....Karma....

Now. You know that I tried to dig a little to see if I could find something.

Sadly I've found nothing.

The author have a Tumblr and A LOT of posts. Taylor would have had to create a whole other personna before creating that fanfic. (X)

The author also have other fanfics.

So is it really odd all the references to album that were not released yet? Definilty.

Is it impossible to be Taylor that wrote that? I guess not.

But I really can't tell honnestly.

But the Love Blackout plan and delaying album release to run away with Karlie is jarring. As well as the Call It What You Want reference and Lover fishbowl.

There's more, but those three are the ones that stuck with me.

Things that makes less sense though: Dianna earasure, Haylor being real. Joshlie being real.

Although. If we want to clown... this could have been a way to protect all those people and create a believable storyline that would have given them the chance to come out together....

So yeah... One of Gaylors/Kaylors greatest mystery.

That and The Seven Husbands Of Evelyn Hugo...

[seatail-mc]

Happy New Year!!

I'm interested in learning how to compose musical scores this year (because I need more hobbies /s lol)

so here are some stream-of-consciousness notes about how I would score the QSMP:

(NOTE: please talk to me about this!! I wanna hear your guys' ideas!!)

Leitmotifs:

Depending on what exactly I'm scoring, this would change... Like if I'm doing one POV or storyline, I could make a leitmotif for each of the main players, but if I was scoring, like, the entire QSMP, I would probably make one for:

The original English speakers

The original Spanish speakers

The Brazilians

The French speakers

The second-wave of players (i.e. Tubbo, Niki, Pol, etc.)

The "new" players (i.e. the Korean speakers and Hugo)

In any case, I would also make a theme for:

The Federation / Cucurucho

The Code

The Eggs as a concept

I'm obviously new to this, so that might be too many already, but if it's not, I could also add some for the major relationships/themes as needed

Instrumentation:

I really like the idea of being able to mix and match leitmotifs (the actual notes being played) with the type of instrument that is playing them to create new meaning. Like, representing people with leitmotifs and themes with instruments.

Then I could, for example, play Cellbit's leitmotif on a light instrument like a piano when he's around Roier and Richas first and then on strings or a pipe organ or something later during his murder-arc

So, the themes I would want to differentiate would probably be:

Family / Friendship (probably with piano)

Romance

Danger (pipe organ would be sick now that I mentioned that earlier lmao)

Investigation / Mystery (a major theme on the island)

Kidnapping / Loss / Longing (unfortunately also a major theme on the island)

Obviously, these could overlap too to create some cool feelings, like playing Investigation and Danger at the same time while discovering what the Code is, or playing Family and Investigation while Bagi is looking for Cellbit

Purgatory:

Purgatory is it's own beast. I would probably make it's own leitmotif and instrumentation. With a new theme for each team? And combine Green and Red when the teams combine?

Oh! Or I could, like, play inverted versions of everyone's themes! That could be cool.

Other Notes:

Idk how, but I'd also like to be able to distinguish between places? I might be making this too complicated at this point.... But I'd like to at least have a bit of a different sound in some way between the original spawn, purgatory, the prison, and new spawn. I just don't know how to do that lmao i guess with bpm or key or something

Obviously, there's a lot of arcs to consider and I've never done anything like this before, and I'm not gonna sit here and score someone's entire vod, so idk how to go about implementing any of this lmao

But! If you have any experience with music scores or any ideas in general, I'd love to know your thoughts!

[inmydr3amz]

The Secret Series characters as T.S lyrics bc I don't do anything else with my life

Cass and Yo-Yoji:

"Tendrils tucked into a woven braid Growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all He was chaos, he was revelry Bedroom eyes like a remedy" "Is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you're in my head? 'Cause I know that it's delicate" "You know how to ball, I know Aristotle" "And in a blink of a crinkling eye I'm sinking, our fingers entwined Cheeks pink in the twinkling lights Tell me 'bout the first time you saw me"

Max-Ernest: "No one wanted to play with me as a little kid So I've been scheming like a criminal ever since To make them love me and make it seem effortless" "It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me At tea time, everybody agrees I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero" "I can change everything about me to fit in" "I'm still trying everything to get you laughing at me I'm still a believer but I don't know why I've never been a natural All I do is try, try, try I'm still on that trapeze I'm still trying everything To keep you looking at me" "Please I've been on my knees Change the prophecy Don't want money Just someone who wants my company Let it once be me Who do I have to speak to About if they can redo The prophecy?"

Cass: "'Cause they see right through me They see right through me They see right through Can you see right through me? They see right through They see right through me I see right through me I see right through me" "I just wanted you to know That this is me trying" "So, they killed Cassandra first 'cause she feared the worst And tried to tell the town" "'Cause I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit They said, "Babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it" and I did Lights, camera, bitch smile, even when you wanna die (...) Breaking down, I hit the floor All the pieces of me shattered as the crowd was chanting, "More" I was grinning like I'm winning, I was hitting my marks 'Cause I can do it with a broken heart "'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned Everything you lose is a step you take So make the friendship bracelets Take the moment and taste it You've got no reason to be afraid

You're on your own, kid Yeah, you can face this You're on your own, kid You always have been"

Lily: "I was tame, I was gentle 'til the circus life made me mean 'Don't you worry, folks, we took out all her teeth' Who's afraid of little old me? Well, you should be"

Pietro and Luciano: "I guess you really did it this time Left yourself in your warpath Lost your balance on a tightrope Lost your mind tryin' to get it back

It's alright, just wait and see Your string of lights is still bright to me Oh, who you are is not where you've been (...) Did some things you can't speak of But at night you live it all again You wouldn't be shattered on the floor now If only you had seen what you know now then (...) Who you are is not what you did You're still an innocent" "I miss the old ways You didn't have to change But I guess I don't have a say Now that we don't talk"

Cass and Señor Hugo: "Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead? (...) Were you writing a book? Were you a sleeper cell spy? In fifty years, will all this be declassified? And you'll confess why you did it And I'll say, "Good riddance" (...) I would've died for your sins Instead, I just died inside And you deserve prison, but you won't get time (...) And in plain sight you hid But you are what you did And I'll forget you, but I'll never forgive The smallest man who ever lived"

Yo-Yoji: "You got that long hair, slicked back, white T-shirt"

[harryissuchalittleshit]

Ryan x lily luna headcanons pls.

Will there be a fic about them.

I love your work so much especially the bills fleur. Your view is different and realistic

I plan on someday writing the “Lily’s fic” it’s just that it has a lot of complicated pieces that I need to figure out and put together before I can get it up and going. But trust me, I’ve been thinking about Lily-Lulu for a very long time and what her story represents and how her relationships changed based off of her story. In fact, she’s kind of the villain in both Invisible String and Lungs, but that has more to do with her story than Hugo or Louis’s.

On to the headcanons:

They meet their sixth year, Lily is a Gryffindor and Ryan is a muggleborn Ravenclaw

He only knows who her parents are from textbooks and the few times he had seen them give speeches at the Battle of Hogwarts/War Memorial on May 2nd

Lily is so amazed to meet someone who doesn’t automatically know everything about her or her family

Really if it wasn’t for Louis, Ryan would have no idea who any of the Weasleys/Potters were

(And Louis is the quiet one of the family, so he doesn’t really know what the family can really be like)

Lily is really going through it this year, with her friends abandoning her and her family not really paying attention to her/busy with their own shit

She had a falling out with her best friend Remus Havings, and Hugo and Louis and her had pretty much grown apart since they were all sorted into different houses

Her only friends are the Longbottom twins, Ali and Frankie, but Frankie is keeping secrets from her and Ali is sticking close to Hugo and blowing Lily off all the time

She does have the dance team and her Quidditch team, but even there she is pretty much being ignored

Enter Ryan, a budding young musician, who is so inspired by Lily and her fluid way of moving, she becomes his muse

Lily is amazed by Ryan’s talent, and she grew up listening to Teddy sing and play the guitar and piano, which Ryan does along with mixing in beats

Together they find a way to heal and connect

Ryan is the oldest boy in his group home, and he has four “younger brothers” who are all magical that he protects and dots on when he’s home during the holidays

Lily was attacked in the beginning of the school year by another student, she was drunk and he took advantage of her weakened state

They keep this secret from one another

Lily does find out about Ryan when Seamus and Dean Finnigan-Thomas adopt all five boys in one go, as adoption/fostering is still really new in the community

They made news in the Prophet and she’s offended that Ryan never told her about his situation

And then Remus gets attacked by the same guy that went after Lily, he’s broken and bleeding and put up in the hospital wing for nearly two weeks

Lily is suddenly pulled into a trial, where three other girls who had told her that she was lying stand up with her

(They were also in denial of what had happened to them)

Lily arrives back at Hogwarts just in time for her May 2nd presentation of her namesake, and she and Ryan talk

Cue to a month and some change later, post-exams and they’re snogging under a familiar birch tree on the grounds, high above their heads is a pair of familiar initials and a heart “JP+LE”

Before they leave Hogwarts “LLP+RMS” is also craved into the wood

Thank you for the Bill/Fleur love! I do love them as a couple I just see them as very incompatible later on in their life together

[javideluca]

❛❛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 to remember and remember what you want to forget.” ––––––––––––

FULL NAME. Javier Hugo De Luca

NICKNAMES. Javi

GENDER & PRONOUNS. Cismale + he/him

AGE. Thirty 7

RESIDENTIAL AREA. Downtown

OCCUPATION. Freelance Contractor, Part Time Musician + Bartender

LENGTH OF TIME IN BRIAR RIDGE. His whole life, unfortunately

MUSINGS | CONNECTIONS |   PINTEREST

STATS ━

BIRTHDAY. tba

ZODIAC SIGN. ?

PLACE OF BIRTH. Briar Ridge, South Carolina

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Pansexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION. Panromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Single

FAMILY ━

MOTHER’S NAME. tba

FATHER’S NAME. Angelo De Luca

SIBLINGS. Older Brother, Younger Sister, Enzo De Luca (non-biological)

COUSINS. tba

BACKSTORY —

trigger warnings: death, anxiety, mental health

Javier De Luca has always lived in the shadows—of his older brother’s intensity, of their family’s legacy, and of the tension that never quite left the De Luca household after their mother passed away.

Born just two years after Daniel, Javi was the middle child in more ways than just age. When their mother died, Javi was old enough to feel the loss, but young enough to feel like no one really expected him to carry the weight. That role fell to his older brother, and Javi learned to cope by avoiding confrontation, drifting between passions, and trying to keep what little family peace he could.

When their father remarried quickly and adopted Enzo, Javi didn’t react with open hostility like his older brother. Instead, he kept his distance—friendly enough not to stir up trouble, detached enough not to feel like a traitor. He never saw Enzo as a threat, just another outsider trying to find a place that maybe didn’t exist anymore. Over the years, Javi became the “easy one”—the one who didn’t argue, didn’t fight, and didn’t stay in one place too long.

Javi works odd jobs around Briar Ridge—contracting, small-time carpentry, fixing things people don’t want to pay full price for. He plays gigs at the local bar when he can and has a rotating list of side hustles that keep the lights on. While his older brother burns with resentment and Enzo shoulders unwanted responsibility, Javi floats somewhere in the middle, still looking for what’s real.

Deep down, Javi wants more than he lets on. He wants the De Luca family to make sense again. But with his older brother refusing to let go of the past and Enzo carrying the legacy Javi never asked for, he’s not sure where he fits anymore—just that he’s tired of being the one who always has to smooth things over.

Now, with whispers of outside buyers eyeing the family shop, and old secrets beginning to surface, Javi may find himself forced to finally choose: stay neutral and risk losing both brothers—or step into the storm and make his voice count.

HEADCANONS —

Acts Like He Doesn’t Care—But Cares Deeply: He’ll roll his eyes and say “not my problem,” but he’s already halfway through fixing it before anyone notices.

Conflict-Avoidant to a Fault: He’s the type to leave the room mid-argument and go chop firewood until the tension dies down—physical tasks are how he processes emotion.

Emotionally Fluent, But Selective: He can name what he’s feeling, he just won’t let himself say it out loud unless he’s at a breaking point or drunk.

Always Fixing Things: His hands are rarely still. He’ll fidget with a lighter, re-string a guitar, sand a crooked table leg—anything to stay grounded.

Leaves Town Without Warning: Every few months, he’ll just take off for a few days. No explanation. People assume he’s avoiding something—they’re usually right.

Keeps Sentimental Junk: A drawer full of broken guitar picks, old love notes, Polaroids, and hand tools from his dad’s shop that no longer work.

Quietly Protective: He won’t start a fight for someone—but if someone hurts someone he loves, he’ll end it without hesitation.

Complicated Respect for Enzo: He resents that Enzo "inherited" a role Javi never asked for—but deep down, he admires how Enzo handles pressure, even if he won’t admit it.

Daniel is the Wound That Never Healed: Javi loves his brother, but Daniel’s anger and intensity exhaust him. He still wants Daniel to see him—not just as the peacekeeper, but as someone who matters.

Mom’s Loss is a Quiet Ache: He rarely speaks about her, but the guitar he uses for gigs is the one she bought him before she passed.

Won’t Say “I Love You” Easily: But if Javi offers to fix your leaky roof or drives you home at 2 a.m. without complaint, that is his way of saying it.

Craves Purpose: He drifts because he’s terrified that if he stops and commits to something, he’ll fail—or worse, it won’t matter.

Dreams of Owning a Little Music Studio: Something intimate, half-repair shop, half-recording space, where he can teach kids, record local talent, and feel anchored.

Has High Functioning Anxiety: Javi has traits that align with high-functioning anxiety—restlessness, overthinking, avoidance, and perfectionism in physical tasks. Subtle signs include: insomnia, jaw-clenching, obsessive routines (like checking locks twice or tuning his guitar compulsively before a gig). Not everyone sees them, but they wear him down. Coming from a family and a culture where mental health isn't often spoken about, Javi sometimes internalizes his anxiety—he doesn't ask for help, he just keeps going, even when it hurts.

Coping Mechanisms: Music and physical labor are his therapy. He’s tried meds once, didn’t like the numbness, and now just self-manages.

[deshiblackburn]

⌧⍰⍗

HΞY☐ :]

Anastasiya/Anastasiia aka Deshi

19 y. o., female, straight

she/her

ua/ru/en [I also use the translator DeepL. There may be some mistakes in the sentences. I apologize in advance]

BD: 1 Nov.

Videogames/cartoons/series/other that I'm interested in at the moment:

Videogames:

▪︎ Tower of Fantasy

▪︎ CookieRun Ovenbreak

▪︎ CookieRun Kingdom

▪︎ Skullgirls Mobile [I also have the 2nd Encore but never learned how to play, kkkkkkkkkkkkk]

▪︎ Serious Sam [some parts of the game I didn't get through, sorry]

Cartoons:

▪︎ Team HotWheels

Series:

—

Videogames/cartoons/series that I'm not interested in at the moment [in parentheses will be the details]:

Videogames:

▪︎ Honkai Star Rail [I don't log into the game that often, but I do keep up with the news]

▪︎ Honkai Impact 3rd [I don't log into the game that often, but I hardly ever follow the news]

▪︎ Genshin Impact [no, no, no, and no. I have completely lost the desire to play the game, not only because of the lost guarantee, but also because of N*tlan. I only follow the news of GI to talk to my friend about what the game has turned into]

▪︎ Zenless Zone Zero [I'm not really into this game, but I check it out from time to time. I'm still following the news]

▪︎ Wuthering Waves [I'm not really into this game, and after a year I deleted it. I rarely keep up with the news]

▪︎ Punishing Gray Raven [I don't log into the game that often, but I do keep up with the news]

▪︎ Cyberpunk 2077 [videocard is ded and I'm too lazy to go on GFN]

▪︎ Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance [videocard is ded]

▪︎ Grand Theft Auto V [videocard is ded]

▪︎ Danganronpa:

↳ ▪︎ Trigger Happy Havoc [passed this game a long time ago. No desire to replay it]

↳ ▪︎ 2: Goodbye Despair [passed this game a long time ago. No desire to replay it]

↳ ▪︎ Ultra Despair Girls [there's no desire to end up watching the game's walkthrough videos]

↳ ▪︎ V3: Killing Harmony [there's no desire to end up watching the game's walkthrough videos]

▪︎ Project SEKAI COLORFUL STAGE! [I'm tired of this game]

▪︎ Cookie Run Witch Castle [I'm tired of this game. The game has pretty much the same events]

Series:

▪︎ Meet Bob/Знакомьтесь Боб [The series is frozen. Fandom is ded. One hundred per cent no desire to return]

▪︎ My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic [I'm no longer interested in MLP]

▪︎ Ninjago: Masters of Spinjitzu [no desire to watch new seasons, starting with season 13]

▪︎ Nexo Knights [No desire to rewatch NK]

Other:

Anime:

▪︎ Danganronpa ["The Animation" and "The End of Hope's Peak High School"] [No desire to rewatch it]

Favorite characters and ships/payrings:

Characters:

Tower of Fantasy: Crow, Tian Lang, Ming Jing/Zeke, Asurada, Umi, Claudia, Umi, Bai Ling

CookieRun Ovenbreak: Marble Bread Cookie, Timekeeper Cookie, Black Sugar Swan Cookie, Sugar Swan Cookie, Xylitol Nova Cookie, Taurus Cookie, Elderberry Cookie, Peppernut Cookie, Everything Pie Cookie, Candy Corn Cookie, Agent Olive Cookie, Agent Jjajang Cookie, Schneeball Cookie, Baguette Cookie, Coffee Candy Cookie, Butterbear Cookie, String Gummy Cookie, Almond Cookie, Chess Choco Cookie, Croissant Cookie, Dr. Wasabi Cookie, Cocoa Cookie

CookieRun Kingdom: Clotted Cream Cookie, Financier Cookie, Cocoa Cookie, Almond Cookie

Skullgirls: Eliza, Taliesin, Fukua, Robo-Fortune

Honkai Star Rail: Jing Yuan, Luca

Genshin Impact: Baizhu, Dehya, Kuki Shinobu, Candace, Ningguang, Shikanoin Heizou, Sucrose, Tartaglia

Zenless Zone Zero: Seth Lowell, Anton Ivanov, Asaba Harumasa, Hugo

Wuthering Waves: Aalto, Calcharo, Jiyan, Mortefi,

Punishing Gray Raven: Watanabe

Cyberpunk 2077: Jackie Welles

Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance: Monsoon

Danganronpa: Leon Kuwata, Kyoko Kirigiri, Chiaki Nanami, Gundham Tanaka, Peko Pekoyama

Project SEKAI COLORFUL STAGE!: Kusanagi Nene, Kamishiro Rui, Azusawa Kohane

Team HotWheels: Brandon

Meet Bob/Знакомьтесь Боб: Bob the coffeeholic, Bob the musician/Bobhoven, Bob the mutant, Bob the punk [Idk why they called him that. They used to call him T-Bob], Bob the pyrotechnician, CosmoBob/Bob the cosmonaut

Ninjago: Masters of Spinjitzu: Kai

Nexo Knights: Aaron Fox

Ships/payrings:

Tower of Fantasy: Crow/Bai Ling

Genshin Impact: Kuki Shinobu/Shikanoin Heizou

Meet Bob/Знакомьтесь Боб: Bob the pyrotechnician/Bob the Unpacker, Scarface Bob[?]/Bob the coffeeholic, Bob the punk/Bob the coffeeholic

Ninjago: Masters of Spinjitzu: Kai/Skylor

Nexo Knights: Aaron Fox/Macy Halbert

Mostly I listen to EDM. Partly I listen to hard dance, hard trance, hard techno, acid techno. Sometimes I listen to electro house, big room house, melbourne bounce, progressive house.

[tealeavesandthorns]

"Oh, well now you've certainly not disappointed. I hadn't even considered the possibility of another woman. Though there are rumours about him being a ladies man. Strings of them before they 'found' each other again." Hugo rolled his eyes, if it wasn't Bond screwing up his plans it was Gareth bloody Mallory, well not this time. Bond was off on some complicated mission Hugo had helped to instigate and with Mallory taken care of, he could slide right into place at Maria's side. She'd be his, at last. And god wouldn't mother be proud of him having a woman like Maria at his side. She could leave MI6 and be the perfect housewife. "You really do hate the man don't you?" Hugo chuckled.

****

When they eventually got to the villa half the groceries were left on the side as it wasn't long before the romance of the place, of being on holiday together, of no interruptions took hold. A kiss led to more, which led to several surfaces, and the bed being made thorough use of.

When Maria awoke in the morning, it was frankly the best sleep she'd had in a very long time and the sun was definitely up and judging by the warmth of it's rays had been for a while. She stirred stretching her toes and legs gently, as her stomach grumbled just a little.

A proper dinner had been somewhat forgotten last night, it had mostly been snacks and Maria was more than ready to make up for it with breakfast this morning.

Speaking of scotch - Gareth did grab a rather expensive looking bottle from the top of the shelf and added it to the basket. It did actually sound like a nice idea: a wine cellar. But there wasn't enough room underneath his house for hundreds of bottles. Or even half of those. Besides...he wouldn't be able to drink them all, anyway.

Well, now he was just going to enjoy the rest of the day with Maria, making pasta, having wine, sitting outside to watch the waves and listen to the crickets; just living their best life.

Sanderson was turning towards the other man. They were on the same wave, for which he appreciated their teamwork. And yet there was something about this Hugo he didn't quite like. He just couldn't pinpoint what exactly it was. "Don't worry. When I'm finished with him, they won't even have a single finger to identify him with." Yes, he hated Gareth Mallory that much. "The evidence that he's been working for the other side, and," probably more important for Hugo, "that he's had another woman, has all been fabricated and is ready to be leaked once he's gone."

[vernahateclub]

All dialogue after the Goat quest

Here there be spoilers if you haven't finished that quest.

(compiled during EA, may be different in final game)

Amirah: Builder... when you were gone, I... I realized there were many things between us left unsaid. Let's let this be a lesson... the cherish those close to us... and to... really talk to each other, you know?

Andy: Heh heh heh... all according to plan... that's right, Builder. I'm in the know... I'm the nose. And the nose knows, Builder. The nose knows.

Arvio: Oh, Builder, when I thought you were gone, it was the first time I felt fear in Sandrock... I thought, how could someone so strong be gone just like that! I'm so glad you're alive!

Burgess: Builder, you're alive! Yippee! Hooray! This is the first miracle I've ever witnessed in person! You'd think it'd be more with all the praying and what not but... Anyways, best day ever!

Catori: When we thought you were... gone. It was a strange moment. Of course, we were all shook to our core. But it brought everyone together in a way, too. I guess I never realized... a lot of people in town care about you, just like I do.

Cooper: Well, look who it is! Back from the dead! 'Course, I always knew you were fakin' it. Builder I know ain't getting taken out by gravity! No, sir, it'd take... an army... of killer bees! With machetes. And heat vision! Or... something of equivalent vehemence. Ah... this all reminds me of the time I faked my own death...

Dan-bi: Oh, Builder! I prayed to the Light you'd be okay! You better than your lucky stars you've got folks up there backing you up!

Elsie: Builder! When I hear you had that ridin' accident... Listen! You and me are gonna start goin' ridin' a lot more, alright? We're gonna start doin' drills. I don't wanna ever have to worry about somethin' like that happenin' to you again, you hear me!?

Ernest: Builder. Glad to have you back among the living. How frightful to think... one day someone could be out on the town, full of life, brightening the world around you and then... gone. Let's live each day to our fullest, Builder!

Fang: If you're ever feeling ill, come to me immediately. **

Grace: Hey! Builder! I was so scared, I thought we lost you!

[Builder: Yep... I was scared, too...

Grace: All's well that ends well, I suppose! Glad to have you back! ]

[Builder: How did you get back fast enough to cook?

Grace: Whatever do you mean, Builder? I started cooking early this morning... you'll really have to fill me in on what happened when I'm not so busy… ]

[Builder: Huh? We just saw each other.

Grace: You must be dehydrated after all that time out in the desert sun... let's catch up when I finish serving today and you can tell me all about what happened. ]

Heidi: You're really something, you know that, Builder? No, I'm not blamin' you for what happened... I'm just sayin'... you're really somethin'!

Hugo: Well, you know what they say. Sometimes you get the goat, sometimes the goat gets you. But not today, Builder. Today, you're a survivor. Welcome back.

Jasmine: Everyone tried to hide the truth from me when they thought you were dead, so I didn't have to go through that whole emotional whirlwind like everyone else. Thanks, adults! ... I guess?

Jensen: Just before you arrived, I shared that... I knew every time I looked up at the station you built, I'd be thinking of you. And then everyone chimed in with all the things you built for them too! You've... helped us all so much, Riast. I'm glad you're okay!

Justice: Builder! I... we looked everywhere! What the heck happened!?

[Builder: It's a long story...

Justice: Well, shoot, partner. We've better catch up sometime soon and you can tell me the details.]

[Builder: (make up a quick lie.)

Justice: Oh. Yeah, that makes sense. ]

Justice: Dang... Can't believe.... Can't believe I got it so wrong... I hope you can forgive me, Builder. I'll never let it happen again...! Oh, Bronco? Ah, yeah, that lily-livered string bean... he hightailed it out of town thinkin' that he mighty very... y'know. Killed you. Nah, I don't intend to go after 'im. Havin' that guy around d was always more trouble than it was worth... he's someone else's problem now.

Justice: If I ever have an accident, or somethin' along those lines, I gotta have someone like you take over the Civil Corps. Unsure ain't bad, he's a darn good corpsman, but he ain't got the moxy to be a leader. I tried to get him to practice his negotiation skills, but he spent the whole day talkin' to them rocks, man! **

Krystal: Scared us half to death with that stunt of yours, Builder! Make sure you talk to Rocky, he took it real hard when he got the news, he's probably got a whole bunch of feelings he needs to work through now...

Mabel: Oh, Builder, when I heard the news... I felt like I was losing not just a neighbor, not just a friend, but... like I lost a child of my own. You... be careful out there, you hear? And come around more from now on, too, alright?

Matilda: Builder, Builder, Builder.... I think someone up there is watching over you. You ought to count your lucky stars and count 'em well! Push your luck like that again, and, well.... I don't even want to think about what could happen.

Mi-an: You scared us all to death, Builder! Listen... we've been through so much, and... we started this together, we're gonna finish it together, okay?

Miguel: Your latest caper... a rather miraculous occurrence, and a welcome result to be sure. Perhaps this is the Light's way of saying it's not quite done with you yet...

Mort: To see a child leave this world before myself... I'm glad I did not have to experience such a thing again. How... selfish of me. Builder, it's truly a blessing that you are alive.

Owen: Builder...! Man, you really scared us you know! Not the... "spirit" thing, that was all in good fun, classic you. I mean when we thought we really lost you!

Pablo: So glad you made it, Builder! Of course, I knew you'd be fine. Dying is so last season. And that's so not you!

Pebbles: I like uncle cooper's songs. **

Pen: What an amazing tale! Back from the dead! Good on you! I much prefer the living version of you, as do most citizens of Sandrock, I assume. After I heard the news, I turned the whole place inside out but couldn't find you. You know, traditionally, you're supposed to wait in one spot if you're stranded...? Well, one can't complain seeing such a result. Welcome back, Builder. But, say... if you had any strange encounters out there, perhaps any bandit-related, you'd tell your parents buddy, Pen, wouldn't you? Ha ha! Of course you would! What am I saying? Catch you around.

Qi: When I heard about the accident, I dared not calculate your probability of survival. I feared the number would be... disheartening. In retrospect, I see that was a mistake. Perhaps I could have been the one to find you, as you did for me all that time ago. In any case, exuberant to have you among the living again.

Rian: Dude... not cool. I really thought you were gone. I was like... really sad and stuff.

Rocky: Ah, Builder! I can't believe we almost lost you! When we heard the news, Krystal started cryin'. Then I started cryin'. Then the boys started cryin'. Then Pebbles burped. He's such a little trooper!

Sandy: mraaaaaaah… **

Trudy: Oh, I hoped and hoped that you would somehow be okay, Builder. I'm going to have a word with that Civil Corps; it seems like these missions they're bringing you on just keep getting more and more dangerous!

Unsuur: Nice stunt, pretending to die. I stared at a rock for hours and hours and felt the worst I've ever felt. You got me good.

Venti: Did it hurt when you fell off the cliff? I bet it did! You need to make sure you rest up, don't go down into the ruins for a while!

Vivi: Oh, you're back! You're back! Don't you ever scare your grandma like that again, you hear? Have you ever considered wearing safety pads out there riding around? You should!

Yan: Sometimes, you're nothing but trouble, hear me newbie? I have to uncash your life insurance check, plus, no doubt they're going to want to uncommission your gravestone. Do you have any idea how much time it took me to put that up? Almost an hour! Next time you plan on dying, make sure you finish the job! I don't want to hear about anyone in my guild cutting corners, hear me?

Zeke: I didn't want to believe it when I heard the news. I thought... maybe I was responsible. To have you out there, chasing after some old man's dream... Please be careful out there, Builder. I know you want to help Sandrock but... always care for yourself first.

[thedraught]

my year in reading | 2022

My books this year were filled with water. Whether their contents overflowed into my life and made me crave the liquid pools of wet more than ever, or whether my summer spent in lakes made me seek them out I may never know. There was a lot of wildness in my reading this year, contemporary writers and many women accidentally. I peered through the cracks of sentences and letters into the lives of others in memoirs and truly felt as though a part of everything I read tethered and centred me this year, teaching me to find a way into my body.

I wrote a lot, for work, and my own writing came too short, as did my reading. And yet, when I look back, I see so much light and airiness that this year has sent my way, no matter the hardships I experienced or the tears I may have shed, that I cannot bear to discount this year. I learned in every conceivable way and I am hopeful that I can apply the lessons I have picked up on further down my path as I continue to move through words and imagery and make sense of what I see.

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This year has given me much joy, my body suspended in bodies of water, hugs and love and so much more music than ever. So I can overlook my failings in the reading department and will continue to call this year visual and social without any regrets. It is a strange yet rewarding feeling to piece the year I had back together through books and photos on my camera roll. So much can happen in so little time, even though I did not experience an actual displacement this year for once, and it is difficult to imagine where I might be this time around 12 months from now, less than 48 hours before the turning over into another year. It is a surreal and scary but also an exciting feeling that I have not yet managed to grasp. So all I can suggest you do, if you feel even remotely the same, is to

Blink three times when you feel it kicking in.

And to look back at all the countless highlights you likely experienced.

My first full year in Berlin began not in Berlin at all, but on a balcony in Rudolstadt, screaming Total Eclipse of the Heart and All Too Well (10 Minute Version) into the newly born January night. I only read one book this cold and grey, grey month, The Written World, while navigating through my new life, receiving visitors and waiting for the heating to get fixed.

February was calm. I saw my grandmother and breathlessly followed the news, battled the winds on Tempelhofer Feld and read inconclusive Japanese fiction (The Factory). I revisited Seanen McGuire’s magical lands in Where the Drowned Girls Go and stayed in the realm of water - the major reading theme this year - with At the Pond, a charming and inspiring anthology about swimming at the Hampstead Ladies Pond.

The highlight of this month (and maybe of this year?) was Doireann Ní Ghríofa’s exquisitely crafted A Ghost in the Throat that made me long for writing and had me seek out many more memoirs for the rest of the year.

I injured my leg running to a yoga class in March, spent a weekend in blissful regency London with J and concocted a violet drink brewed from the arguably worst beverages there are: Dos Mas & ISO. The only book I read this month was The Language of Birds and there’s not much to say about that.

J and me returned to the Bridgerton-realm this April and read the entire Smythe-Smith Quartet, a stark disappointment in contract to the original series. I went to a Bachelorette party as well as a wedding this month and got drunk, drunk, drunk on Hugo of all things. I was successful in not throwing up in the car and read The Houseguest and my first Didion with The Year of Magical Thinking. A Taylor Swift string quartet rounded off the month with a perfect visit from J and lots of vegan food.

I only read four books in May, despite finally catching Covid and spending the first really hot days of the year confined inside. I did tackle the magical and exquisitely crafted Drive your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead, was deeply stressed about apartment searching and read two contemporary novels: Nightbitch and Everyone in this Room Will Someday Be Dead, the latter of which was disappointing despite its enticing title. I celebrated M’s birthday, watched trees greening and found a new apartment two days before the end of the month.

Summer entered with a bang and I spent a portion of my June sitting amidst boxes and boxes of my stuff, planning and sorting. I read The House of Mirth and thoroughly enjoyed it, flew through Mona Awad’s All’s Well and read parts of Snuff on K, M’s and my 9€-ticket trip to the Sächsische Schweiz. Sunshine, heat and Lorde’s Solar Power tour made for the magical beginning of a glorious summer - beaming and glittering all around.

July (and very much the rest of my year) was water based. I swam in many different waters and began my journey through many more books centred around cool liquid lakes and oceans, among them this month The Pisces, another contemporary novel. I swam with the company during a canoeing adventure in the Spree, visited many lakes, took friends out on boats and swam in the Badeschiff. We ran through the fountain in the park during lunch breaks and S sprayed us with his spray bottle in the stuffy office.

August continued with its blessed weather and I frequented lake after lake after lake. With M, with B, sometimes alone even, traipsing through the woods and following Jessica J. Lees footsteps through Berlin in Turning. I finally read Where the Crawdads Sing (another watery story) and was touched by Solnit’s The Faraway Nearby. On a birthday trip to eastern France with my family I found my perfect farmhouse table and lounged in a farmhouse in the perfect overalls and by candlelight.

I read nothing in September, busy with a social week at work, drinks and laughs and rooftops and flowers from good friends. I tried to go to a party - and failed, I hosted M and met old friends amidst entering an emotionally turbulent time that now, looking back, taught me many things I needed to feel.

October continued my highly social drive. I carved pumpkins, sewed costumes and had my mum visit for a lovely trip. October saw the release of Taylor Swift’s Midnights and had me host a release party for J, M, M, A and A at my table that finally made it over to me from France. The books I read were all a throwback re-read from the Jette Weingärtner series by Monika Feth that re-entered my mind after a fun day of ice skating together with T at home.

F visited me in November and through him I made a new (and talented!) friend T who sings with me. I met J and brought her a specially made cake and crafted an advent calendar together with N whilst watching the worst Christmas movie ever made. I continued my path through Monika Feth’s series and met Joan Didion once more, as I immersed myself in her Blue Nights before embarking on the final month of the year…

In this poor reading year, I saw myself in a final reading frenzy in December. Broken by Backman’s The Winners - and actually watching a real ice hockey match - filled to the brim again with water in four gorgeous books: Saltwater, Summerwater, Pond and Turning that each moved me in a different way. I went home, engrossed in Die Wand (which was mentioned in Pond) and devastated all the same. I am not sure how (or if) I will ever get over the passing of Luchs or Benji for that matter.

Now, 9 books richer over Christmas, a new diary to fill and excitement overflowing all my edges, I cannot wait for what’s to come. A more succinct Year in Reading, perhaps. A diary filled with words more than pictures. A year of new beginnings, of Taylor (likely), friends and calm.

P.S. My year - at least the atmosphere, feeling and mindset - is probably best summed up through my Spotify wrapped this year: glitter, pink and girly happiness.

[briannabrackens]

♣️

brianna scoffed, the sound low and rough in her throat, as though the very notion of his words itched against her skin. “oh, aye, ‘cause ye’ve always been so deep, haven’t ye, hughie? nothing hides in it.” she muttered, the nickname rolling off her tongue with the slightest twist of sarcasm. she didn’t move from where she stood, fingers tightening around her sleeves as though anchoring herself to the moment. "it was daytime for us. they aint hiding no more." she let out a half laugh, fiddling with the strings at the end of her sleeve. his words—half a jest, half something heavier—sat poorly with her, like stones in her gut. she tilted her head, dark curls shifting over her shoulder, and studied him, really studied him, the way one might a wound they weren’t sure had healed right.

“ye know, i always thought ye lot got drunk ‘cause ye liked the taste,” she added dryly, “but now i see it’s just so ye can spew shite like that with a straight face. i had ye scurrying? bother.” her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. there was something sharp in it, a flicker of the distance that had long settled between them, thick as river fog.

she hated this—this weird in-between where she didn’t know how close was too close. hugo had been ronan’s friend once, thick as thieves, but now there was a gap wide enough to drown in, and no one had thrown her a rope. she didn’t ask questions, never had, but gods, it soured her throat to not know. it left her there, arms folded tight, wondering if standing too near him was a betrayal of something she didn’t even understand. “ye think this is the same?” she asked, gesturing vaguely at the empty corridor, the faint spill of golden light from the great hall stretching long shadows between them.

“i’m leavin’. early. got a long ride back to stone hedge come mornin’, an’ i’m not in the mood t’ drink myself stupid.” her tone was clipped, defensive, like he’d accused her of something foul. her gaze lingered on him a moment too long before she pushed off the wall, boots scuffing against cold stone, as if she was trying to work out whether he were serious. was he taking the piss? something about his grin felt fake. “but don’t ye worry yerself, hughie. i’ll leave ye to yer… moment.” the word twisted strange in her mouth, dry as she half trailed. “ye can stand here all broody-like in the moonshine without me gettin’ in the way.” why she called it moonshine rather than moonlight, she hadn't a clue.

Hugo’s gaze softened as he regarded Brianna’s sharp retort, a wry smile tugging at his lips despite the flutter of nerves in his chest. “Ah, lady Bracken,” he began, his tone low and laced with that familiar clover cadence, “ye wound me with yer words, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He stepped a bit closer, the halls of Riverrun echoing with his measured approach. “About bein’ frightened o’ the dark—I’ll have ye know it’s not fear but a proper respect for what hides within it. And if I recall rightly, ‘twas ye who had me scurryin’."

He paused, letting the familiar banter settle between them, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of mischief and something he never dared confess aloud. “I’m not lurkin’, Bri. I came here seekin’ a moment alone, away from the clamor of the feast."

He shrugged with a light chuckle, as if the weight of past jests were nothing more than gentle teasing. “Now, Brianna, don’t let old grievances cloud a fine moment. If I must be the fool to stand here with ye, then what are ye when standing alone?” The jest came easy, the constant back and forth of their nonexistent friendship drew questions in his own mind, if not friends, then what?

He tilted his head, his eyes warm despite the playful challenge in his words, “So, what say ye? Allow yer fellow clover a moment’s reprieve from the feast, or shall I take my leave and wander these halls a while longer?”

[sergle]

My little brother (before any of us knew your blog) saw your pic and mid beating off to it our mom walked in and he was really embarrassed and told her that you were his long distance girlfriend because he didnt want her to think he was disrespecting women and so every once in a while our mom will ask how you're doing and he'll use updates you post like naming hugo (this has been going on a while) ect BUT ONE DAY (during your nutting/anti depressant era) mom asked him if you were doing okay transitioning your meds and he hadnt ever said anything about that. She's been stringing my little brother around and the look of horror on his face was HILARIOUS. Anyway. Mom, if you see this im sorry for exposing our family can we please have lasagna for dinner im tired of spinach. Im not sorry for exposing you Mikey💅