#i've felt it in the theatre a while ago

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洪水 | YANDERE THEMES | NI-KI.

"of course I've missed you, mum." you mumble, with the fluency of an actor. you'd even consider auditioning for a theatre major if you weren't so busy sorting out your new flat, instead of focusing on your college plans.

at home, your parents seem to have been struggling. growing up, you sometimes heard them talk about love and promise to be faithful to each other, but to you, love shouldn't be demonstrated through weekly fights that often lead to breakups or the threat of divorce, which puts everyone in the family's mental health at risk.

the only positive connection you had with your sister, but that complicity faded as you got older, as she fell into adolescence and became addicted to partying, clothes shopping and chatting with friends. meanwhile, you've moved to a new city to live on your own and continue your college studies in a new environment after applying for a transfer.

your main goal and dream is to maintain excellent grades, so you won't be forced by your parents to move back. and sure, you don't miss much about your old town. In fact, you had some friends there that you left behind, good friends who may now think you're selfish for not even saying goodbye to them, among them ni-ki.

nishimura riki, a year younger than you, came into your life thanks to his relationship with your younger sister, which began three years ago. with his sharp tongue and quick temper, he was a sweet boy who somehow impressed you and stood out among the others. over time, you became close to each other as you discovered that you shared common tastes, had a similar sense of humour and seemed to complement each other. and yet, you eventually had to walk away from him, not because of the implications of a stronger-than-usual relationship, but because of what that closeness stirred up inside of you.

more precisely, things changed between of you that night you went out to celebrate his coming of age and he tried to kiss you. while he quickly apologised for his thoughtless act and reiterated his interest in your sister, it was clear in his eyes and shyness that his feelings were not as clear as he had intended. you silently wondered why he didn't acknowledge his interest in you. and as much as you hated the situation, the suspicion that he might have been in love with you warmed your heart a little, although you felt pity for waiting for someone who wouldn't fight for you.

so you decided to move away to protect your emotional peace from people who could complicate your life.

determined not to fall in love just for the sake of appearances, a few weeks after moving to the new city, you ventured out. you felt it was the right time to have new experiences at your age, so you set up dates with people you met online and sometimes arranged them when you had time off from your university studies. you made it clear that you weren't looking for a relationship at the time, and although you felt like you were being watched in these situations, as if there was something wrong or someone judging you, you tried to convince yourself that it was just delusional paranoia.

"i'll call back later, need to hang up," you stated hurriedly, trying to say you were busy without wanting to sound rude, especially since the caller was your mum.

and, as you grab the doorknob to enter your apartment, you get the unpleasant feeling that it's damp. "yuck" you think, but you quickly head to the kitchen to start organising what you've just shopped for.

"maybe you will, or maybe you won't. i do. i know you well, (y/n)," says your mum. "and before I forget, just wanted to tell you that (your sister's name) wanted to talk to you this morning. she seems to need help with her birthday arrangements."

you scowl as you notice that the air-conditioner is not on and respond: "i'll take care of it, but it's got to be her who calls me, mom, she's got a mobile phone after all."

"she claimed to have called you, but there was no response to her messages," insists your mother.

"that's not possible…" you start to argue, but as you check your phone on the dresser to scroll through the notification bar, you notice your sister's missed messages and calls from a few days ago. "ouh…"

you notice that you've been carrying your phone with you less often lately, and you face reality and admit that you only carry it when you have an important date, and also when you want to get away from something or someone, and you realise this when you see ni-ki's messages.

"she's your sister, (y/n), you shouldn't ignore her. I don't know what happened between the two of you or what's going on, but you'll have to work it out. just remember that you're older and you shouldn't act like a spoilt girl."

the term "spoilt girl" was familiar to you, as your father used to call them that when they fought over a toy. It's so ironic.

"well… au revoir, mum," you said before hanging up.

although your mum was right that you should work on rebuilding your relationship with your sister, you were reluctant to do so in a short phone conversation of twenty minutes or fewer. plus, you're not yet ready to admit the real reason why you "broke" up with her: your mistake of falling in love with her boyfriend. so, for now, you prefer to wait for your guilt to subside before facing his advice, while you go to organise the products in the fridge.

about sixty minutes later, when you hear a notification on your mobile phone, your body goes into alert mode because it might be the girl you went out with yesterday, minji (she, with her black hair flowing gracefully down her back and a face that could touch the gods themselves, gave you a great time strolling along the seashore) and without wanting to admit it, your impatience overwhelms you, as if you were a schoolgirl eagerly awaiting another text message from her, or yearning for some sign that you're not so boring (again) that she doesn't want to go out on a second date with you.

by contrast, when you switch on your mobile phone and see a new message from ni-ki, feel like time has stopped, leaving you unable to move. although a wave of emotions overcomes the panic in your heart, your mind urges you to take a deep breath and count to a hundred. and the idea of staying calm is a distant option at the moment.

one side of your mouth is crooked, you realise, and in your mind you criticise him, silently pleading that it's not the end. but you soon realise that you look pathetic because you can't even reply to one of his messages.

so you decide to ignore him again.

(...)

just after midnight, ni-ki entered the apartment, moving cautiously as if he was afraid of waking up his girlfriend in their shared apartment, an idea that proved true for him, at least in his mental world. he moved slowly through the environment, stopping at the end to stare at the door with relief when he realised how easy it was to get in, and felt a brief moment of triumph as he savoured the sensation, which quickly gave way to the reality of being in your space.

"finally..." ni-ki spun around, letting any trace of manners fade away, rivalled only by the sound of his slippers on the floor and by the beating of his heart.

before he enters your room, he releases the handle to lift his feet, removes his slippers and places them next to the wall in a gesture that others don't consider necessary but you appreciate as a sign of good manners. and he congratulates himself because he has eliminated from his behaviour what he knows bothers you: eating with his mouth open, using the phone while eating, talking too loudly in important situations, etc. all to please you.

sure, most people fear death, but for ni-ki, the biggest fear is not being loved. ever since he saw a picture of you on your sister's phone, he has been trying to be the perfect boy. he has adopted your favourite colour, your culinary tastes, and even your film preferences. needless to say, he studied how to behave with you, wondering if one day your eyes would fall on him or you would miraculously wake up feeling perfect and wishing he were by your side forever.

your sister may have been nice at first, which ni-ki liked. however, he started the relationship mainly to fit in with his friends and to avoid being teased for being single. you and she inherited your mother's hair colour, share the same eye colour and have a strikingly similar appearance. despite this, (your sister's name) failed to awaken ni-ki's desire to dominate her, and as the days passed, her desire to end the relationship grew.

he chooses not to wait for you to wake up to speak, instead reaching into the collar of his shirt to lift the fabric over his head, and makes room for his torso to be caressed by the coolness of the room, settling with his knees on the mattress on either side of your hips.

you almost always sleep on your stomach, giving him a free hand to climb up and kiss you on your upper back.

a faint humming sound from your mouth interrupts the silence of the night.

"shh… just go back to sleep in peace."

ni-ki notices your limbs relaxing and your lips quivering, and stops abruptly. he places his hand on the side of your face, asking for support and confessing, "when i heard you left, i almost lost my mind, can you imagine? can you imagine? without you, i'm nothing."

his throat is dry and muscles are tense, as he brace for what's to come…. something bad. although ni-ki had promised to give you time to fall in love with him, promises often remain unfulfilled. and tonight, that promise will cost you dearly.

"how naïve, noona. always so selfish to bring everything of yours and not come back." ni-ki continues to speak, barely able to moving his body away from yours, his nose buried in your hair and feeling dizzy from the fragrance. "but forgetting the most important thing: of me."

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Liam: Thank you all for coming to our theatre tonight too.

Liam: Have a wonderful new year, everyone!

December 31st. The heartwarming performance by The Scala for families and couples spending the end of the year together was a great success. 

…

I met up with Liam in the theatre’s hall after he was done cleaning up.  

Kate: Good work, Liam! 

Liam: Thanks for coming, Kate! How was the play?

Kate: It was so touching… I teared up at the end. I especially liked the scene where they huddled together in the snow— 

Liam gazed at me tenderly with his eyes the colour of roses as I told him every little detail about the strong impressions the play left on me, while also sharing little anecdotes like “the tempo was important there…” and “did you notice the ad-lib?”.  

(... This time is such a luxury.) 

Up till now. I've always been watching plays alone as a hobby, and although I never found it to be unsatisfying… 

Now, I enjoyed chatting about something I like with the person I love.

Kate: … Sorry, I was rambling. Shall we continue this conversation when we get home? 

Liam: Sure. But before that… can I please get a reward for my hard work? 

With fluid movements like a cat, Liam brought his face closer to mine.

Kate: C-can we also leave that for when we get home…? 

Liam: No can do. I lose my self-control when I see you, Kate.

Liam: We can do it before someone comes… come on, quick— 

My gaze was drawn to his lips as he pleaded for his reward.

Wanting to give him his reward and touch him, I took a step closer to him. Just then— 

Tom: Liam! Kate, you're here too! 

Kate: T-Tom…! 

I quickly jumped back and put some distance between Liam and I when Tom, the director of The Scala, came in. 

Tom: … Oops, am I disturbing something? 

Kate: No, um… is something the matter? 

Tom: The troupe is having a get-together after this to celebrate the end of the year and the new year. 

Tom: Why don’t you two join us too?

Kate: Would it be alright if I join even though I’m not part of the troupe…? 

Tom: You’re part of the reason why Liam’s acting is improving, you know? 

Tom: How should I put this? Hmm… not only is his acting improving, Liam’s personality has also been shining through his roles. 

Tom: Anyway, you played a prominent role in it! Right, Liam? 

Liam: … Of course. Don’t say you’re not part of us, Kate. 

Kate: Alright… thank you. 

Since it was coming from the person who made Liam an actor, it must be true that Liam’s acting has changed. 

(If I had such a positive impact on Liam… nothing would make me happier.)

…

We went to a tavern we had been to before with the troupe members of The Scala.

Tom: Next year, we’ll make The Scale the best theatre in all of England— no, in the entire WORLD! 

Tom, who had a low alcohol tolerance, made a bold declaration before downing his drink in one shot. 

I was sure that was the Bomb Shot, rumoured to be incredibly strong yet awful tasting.

Tom: Ugh… eurgh… I feel sick. 

Kate: A-are you alright, Tom? You should go outside for some fresh air—

The same time I expressed my concern for Tom, Liam leaned over on my shoulder.

Kate: Liam…?

Liam: Kate… I feel sick too…

Kate: What.

Liam’s face was pale and clammy, his breathing was laboured too. 

He seemed fine just a while ago, but he felt unwell all of a sudden. 

Liam: I think going outside will make me feel better… will you come with me?

Kate: Alright. Here, I’ll support you. 

Leaving Tom to a sober troupe member, I lent Liam my shoulder for support.

…

Kate: There we go… you can sit over there and rest, Liam. 

I spotted a bench right outside the tavern and tried guiding Liam towards it.

Liam: … Nah. I don’t need to. 

Kate: Huh? — Kyaa! 

Suddenly, Liam slid an arm under my knees and lifted me in a princess carry. 

Liam effortlessly ran through the streets at night with me in his arms and leapt up onto a rooftop.

Liam: This should be the spot… I think we can get a good view of the new year’s fireworks from here.

Liam gently let me down onto the roof while tightly holding my hand in case I slipped.

Kate: Um… Liam, are you okay? You said that you felt sick…

Liam: … Sorry, that was a lie. I just wanted to have alone time with you as soon as possible, so I whisked you away like that.

Kate: That was an act? As expected of you, Liam. Your great acting had be compl fooled.

Liam: … You’re not mad at me for lying?

Kate: I was worried, but… I’m relieved that you’re not unwell.

Kate: Besides, I was also thinking that I wanted to be alone with you, so don’t worry about it.

Liam wore a troubled look on his face when I told him that he didn't have to feel guilty about what he did. 

This time, it wasn’t an act; it was Liam’s real facial expression. 

Liam: … … I’m really such a weakling, I can’t keep my cool.

Liam: Tom interrupting when I was about to kiss you, you trying to take care of Tom… I hated all of it.

Liam: It’s not that I’m suspecting you of having something with Tom. 

Liam: Even if it were someone else, I’d still hate it… 

Liam: That’s why I lied, made you worry about me, and tried getting your attention… it’s pathetic. I’m childish, aren’t I? 

Kate: Liam… 

I was about to speak when I heard a loud boom. I looked up to see fireworks lighting up the night sky.

Liam: This year’s fireworks start before the countdown.

Liam: There’s still about 30 minutes before we step into the new year…

Liam: I wish I could be reborn as a stronger and kinder person with every new year. 

Liam: But, since that’s not possible… I have to try my best as I am. 

Liam didn't want to erase the existence of his weak self or pretend to be someone who’s strong. 

He said that he would continue living as himself and rely on his own strength to change. 

Liam: Therefore, Kate…

Liam: From the seat closest to me that anyone else's, watch me change and grow.

I could sense his nervousness from the way his grip tightened around my hand.

Kate: … I was already intending to do that without you asking. 

I was drawn to Liam who resembled Betelgeuse shining brightly in the night sky.

We’ve gotten so close that I didn't mind burning out together with him at the end of our lives.

Kate: I won’t ever take my eyes off you, Liam. So keep yours on me too. 

I gazed up at Liam from up close, as though not wanting to let a single change in Liam escape my sight. 

I reached my free hand to Liam’s cheek.

Standing slightly on my tiptoes, I placed a soft kiss on his lips. 

In the end, we returned to our room without waiting for the new year countdown.

Not even sparing any time to bathe, we tumbled straight into bed. 

We took off each other’s clothes and started making love without saying much. 

Liam: Nn, haa… 

We exchanged countless heated kisses as though to warm ourselves from the cold and Liam slowly pushed himself into me. 

Liam: It’s our long-awaited first new year together, and yet… we’re doing what we always do. 

Kate: I like doing it with you, so… as always, I’m fine with it. 

Liam: Fufu, you’re really good at indulging me, Kate… 

Liam: Then let’s fill ourselves with as much pleasure as we can. 

Our fingers intertwined, and our bodies came together as we expressed our overflowing feelings of love for each other. 

Liam: Mm… it’s already 11:59pm. 

Liam looked up from dropping kisses on my chest and checked the time.

Liam: I want to spend new year’s eve kissing you… can I? 

I smiled. Instead of using my words to respond, I wrapped my arms around Liam’s back and initiated the kiss.

Liam: Nn… haa…

Liam’s hot tongue parted my lips and danced in my mouth.

Liam: Nn… I’ll start moving…

Liam picked up his rhythm again, rocking his hips and slamming into me. 

Kate: Haa… ah… ahhh…! 

I reflexively tried to move away due to the overwhelming pleasure, but Liam stopped me by grabbing my hips. 

Liam: Fufu… no running away. 

Kate: Nngh—aah…! 

Liam pinned me down and continued rearranging my guts.

Liam: Let me see more… your erotic cries and facial expressions… I want to know all of it. 

Liam’s groans were husky and sweet, a side of him he would never show on stage. He was my Liam. 

It was so endearing it made me want to fulfil every one of his requests, no matter how lewd. 

I gave him an accepting smile and he thrust into me, holding my hips.

Kate: Nn, aaah…! 

The pleasure was so great that I nearly lost consciousness for a moment. 

Cheers from people celebrating the new year and fireworks going off could be heard outside the window. 

Liam: Ahha… Kate, did you cum the moment we entered the new year…? That’s so sexy. 

Liam kissed away the tears that had formed in the corners of my eyes.

Liam: Since we couldn’t do a countdown… shall we do a “count up” this time? 

Kate: …? What’s that? 

Liam: I want to know how many times I can cum, so…

Liam: Will you count together with me and help satisfy my curiosity?

Liam: Here goes… one… two…

Kate: Nn… w-wait, Liam…!

Afraid of overstimulating my sensitive body after having just reached my climax, I clung to Liam’s arms to stop him from moving. 

Liam: I’ll wait until you tell me “okay”. 

Kate: … 

It felt shameful to be the one initiating it by giving him the signal to start. 

But, since I wanted to fulfil Liam’s wish— 

“Okay”

I whispered the word and our lustful count up began. 

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HOW TO (NOT) BE A BROKEN HEART.

— a lee heeseung serie; prologue.

why should you be heart broken when i’m by your side ?

SYNOPSIS ・ Heartbreak aren't a easy thing. well.. breaking up with your boyfriend wasn't the easiest thing to be and was absolutely not the thing that you wished for. and of course it was the most sadest thing you experimented (because you were in love of course.) but suddenly the sad feelings left your body when this boy from the theatre club get into your life on this rainy day.

PAIRING ・ theatre club member!heeseung x student fem!reader

GENRES ・ romance, fluff, slice of life, college au, strangers to lovers!

WORDS COUNT ・ 2138 words

WARNINGS ・ bullying, jealousy, anxiety mentionned, soft!beomgyu,

FEATURING ・ ENHYPEN jake, sunghoon, jungwon & ni-ki, TXT taehyun, beomgyu, ITZY chaeryeong (more will be added later..)

STATUS ・ UNFiNiSHED / ONGOiNG / iNCOMPLET

DATE STARTED ・ 18/09/2024

TAGLIST ・ @r1kification @charlizefaye @starfallia comment to be added to the taglist !!

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PROLOGUE. LOVE ISN’T A EASY THING..

Saying that romantic relationships were one of your strong points will most certainly be a huge lie. You've never really had a serious relationship, and your last relationship was a few years ago now. So obviously, saying that you were currently dating Beomgyu, one of the most popular boys in your high school, was quite strange.

Beomgyu was one of the best students in his class, if not one of the best. He was a member of a rock band with four other students in his class who happened to be his best friends, and of course, being a popular student means countless girls interested in him. And, looking at you next to him, you didn't know what to think, you were a shy girl, who spent most of her time reading books. The complete opposite of Beomgyu, so obviously he was quite curious to know that you were going out with him.

When your relationship was made public in high school, all the girls who were interested in your boyfriend gave you a number of dirty looks, and you quickly understood that they just wanted your relationship to end quickly. Apart from the girls, the boys around never took their eyes off you, well... no one took their eyes off you because the scene was so unimaginable.

Your hand was in his, and just feeling all his eyes on you, you felt a lump forming in the pit of your stomach because of the stress and unease you felt inside of you. In truth, you only had one desire since you entered the high school establishment. To hide.

Noticing your discomfort and your slight withdrawal when Beomgyu advanced through the corridors, he let go of your hand simply so that his arm came around your shoulder while he whispered in your ear. "Don't worry about all the looks you want to get okay? They're just jealous to know that such a beautiful girl as you is finally taken by the most incredible boy in this school.." and, onwards from what he had just said, a kiss had been placed on your cheek.

But unfortunately, beomgyu's words had done the opposite rather than reassuring you. You looked up at him, and without knowing why you felt almost your whole body trembling, imagining what you could potentially feel as the day progressed simply because you knew how much girls could be pests when it was about the boys. And unfortunately, Beomgyu was one of the most popular with girls.

"Beomgyu.. I don't feel comfortable.. all the girls are looking at me.." you started to explain while you felt close to crying while tears were present on the corner of your lips. And right now it was at this very moment that you hated being more sensitive than normal. "I've already explained to you... the girls will possibly hate me if she doesn't already hate me and... I'm afraid of what could happen to me during the day when you're not with me.. "

"Don't worry, I promised you that at least one person would be with you all the time when I wasn't there.. Taehyun is in your class, right?" beomgyu asked you, and after a few seconds you ended up nodding your head, responding with a yes. "In this case I would tell him to pay attention to you during lessons, and to defend you if ever necessary, but believe me you wouldn't have any problems, okay?"

Despite everything Beomgyu could tell you to reassure you about the day ahead, your mind kept creating many horrible scenarios where you found yourself the victim of several things because of the girls in your class who were jealous . And just with what you imagined you already hated the fact of having agreed to reveal your relationship in broad daylight, but just at this very moment, with all his eyes on you, you felt extremely bad at it. You were comfortable and you really didn't feel in your element. You just wanted to hide far, far away from everyone. It wasn't even eight o'clock yet when, deep down you knew, the day was going to be very long.

Noticing every detail about your discomfort, Beomgyu tried once again to reassure you, but nothing worked, you were stuck on the idea that, after leaving Beomgyu to join your class, you will be the victim of everything the girls can tell you. to suffer, despite the presence of his best friend in your class.

The corridors starting to empty due to the first ring that would soon be heard, Beomgyu took your face in his hands and delicately placed his lips against yours, a smile appearing lightly on your lips at this contact that you liked so much , but he finally cut contact a few seconds later, delicately caressing your cheeks. "see you at lunch break okay sweetie? and don't worry everything will be fine i promise, taehyun will be there for you" he whispered before quickly running towards the stairs to get to his classroom.

And you had to do the same thing since the time was getting closer and closer to the start of classes.

The halls were now almost empty, and you said surprised to notice almost no one in the halls you had taken to get to your classroom. When you looked up, you noticed that Taehyun was leaning against the wall, his phone in his hand, probably waiting for you, as you had told Beomgyu before he disappeared. And your stress decreased slightly while a smile appeared on your lips, reassured.

Except that, as soon as you raised your hand to wave at him, you were pulled to the right suddenly, and it took you several seconds before you understood where you could be. But noticing the walls and the numerous sinks, you quickly realized that you were in the girls' bathroom. The only problem was that you had just been dragged here, and you hadn't just gone there alone, so obviously this stress had quickly taken over your body.

Without even having time to understand, you were locked in one of the cabins present and, despite all your efforts to get out, you couldn't do it. Your stress began to turn into fear as you began pounding on the door, hoping that the people who brought you inside would let you out. "Hey, that's not funny! Let me go, classes will start soon!" You shouted but no response was heard in return.

The only thing you heard was much too high-pitched laughter and running water. And you froze almost instantly as you realized what was potentially going to happen, while the girls on the other side of the booth seemed to be laughing a lot more as it went on and were whispering among themselves. Your hands had started drumming against the cabin door again but still no way to get out. "It's not fun let me out!!" Did you scream a second time hoping they would let you out.

"Don't dream, we're not going to get you out now!" Had said one of the girls before their laughter resumed, the water still flowing, and just hearing the sentence made you hate the girl no matter who she was.

Despite your many efforts the door still didn't seem to open and, after what seemed like long minutes, the sound of water finally stopped. Which quickly made you panic since you imagined the worst, and unfortunately you started to cry because of the anxiety.

"Go ahead and do it, she deserves it anyway!" A girl's voice said from behind the cabin door.

"But I'm not bad! It was Syeon's idea! She should be the one to do it!" A second girl's voice said as you really wondered what was happening.

But you didn't have enough time to understand that you received the contents of a basin filled with water on your head, which directly wet your hair and completely ruined your uniform.

From the other side of the cabin, the girls' laughter had started up again as they couldn't believe that one of them had finally just thrown all the water at you. And quickly the laughter had faded in the toilets since they had finally left, but one of them had stayed longer since you could still see her converse through the space which separates the floor from the door of the bathroom.

"That's because you're dating Beomgyu." she said without any kindness present in her voice, and as the bathroom door opened she added. "We'll start again soon, don't worry about that."

And then, there was no more noise around you. Except that, even if you tried, you couldn't open the cabin door.

Only two minutes had passed, and you ended up sitting on the toilet and just letting the tears roll down your cheeks while you didn't even know what to do. It hadn't even been an hour since you made your relationship with Beomgyu official that girls were already starting to make you experience this type of thing? No, it wasn't possible... you weren't one of his daughters who boasted about going out with a popular boy... you were actually quite the opposite.

Your hope continued to make you imagine many things and your hands, which were resting on your knees, tightened on them, gripping your tights. You weren't angry, you were just... completely lost and on top of that you were going to be late for the first class, or weren't even going to be able to show up in the classroom.

Your cries could be heard throughout the restroom, but when the door opened again you tried to make as little noise as possible, trembling at the idea that it was one of his daughters again. come to humiliate you once again.

"Is anyone there?" Came the voice of a girl who didn't seem to be mean at all and understanding this you got back up and knocked on the cabin door. "Yes..! I.. I was locked in a cabin by some girls.. I can't get out.."

"Oh...! I'm going to find a teacher and I'll be right back!" She replied before the door closed again and you found yourself alone in the room again.

After about ten minutes, and the bell announcing the start of classes, the bathroom door opened again and the voice of a teacher was heard on the other side.

"Are you sure there's a girl stuck in the Chaeryeong toilet?" She asked as she walked towards the cabin you were stuck in.

"Yes...! It was towards that cabin...!" She replied.

And almost immediately the two girls had noticed something blocking the door handle of a cabin so quickly, it was removed and the door in front of you opened.

Chaeryeong brought her hands to her lips to cover her mouth, noticing the state you were in while the teacher took you out of there, taking your bag at the same time. And although you were happy to finally leave the bathroom stall your crying hadn't stopped as you left the bathroom.

But you were quickly stopped because a boy's voice had shouted your name, and when you turned around you were surprised to notice Taehyun who had quickly arrived towards you.

"My god, what happened to you?!" He asked when he saw the state of your uniform, drops of water falling against the floor. "Do you want me to talk to Beomgyu about this?" He asked you and strangely you shook your head to mean no, probably too humiliating for your boyfriend to know about this incident.

"Mr. Kang, please go back to class," said the teacher next to you, who was holding your arm, "Chaeryeong will come with you, she is also in your class, and tell your teacher that your classmate is in the infirmary please."

"Yes Ms. Yang.." he both replied before they left towards the classroom, leaving you alone with the teacher.

You went down the stairs and after several minutes you ended up in the infirmary. On the way, the teacher asked you many questions to find out what had happened to cause you to unfortunately find yourself in a state like this, but the lump in your stomach that you had felt a little earlier had you completely prevented from speaking.

Fortunately she didn't insist, and when you were in the hands of the nurse she left you, leaving the infirmary to go to her classroom.

And it was at that precise moment that you understood that, unfortunately, the day was going to be very, very long. But you also understood something else...

There was absolutely nothing easy about love.

And that, only because of his daughters who were completely jealous of the idea of ​​you being in a relationship with Beomgyu..

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Screaming inside because it’s only the prologue and I already love reading this serie omg

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[astrodances]

"Now I've had the time of my life No, I never felt like this before Yes, I swear it's the truth And I owe it all to you"

This is a very, very special drawing for me. ✨

In September of last year, I watched Dancing With The Stars' "Step Into the Movies" special again, at the end of which they recreate "The Time of My Life" scene from Dirty Dancing. And that sent me on a nostalgia trip back to my high school theater days over a decade ago now, where the drama club accepted my idea to do a "Time of Our Lives" theme, and a performance for that song à la Glee. Mind you, I was mainly the stage manager/techie sort, but I did some scenes for the showcases, and participated in this song with my then-boyfriend, along with two other couples.

And while we were hanging out in the green room backstage, a friend took some pictures of us. Including the one that directly inspired this drawing of Webby + Lena.

This started out as a memory remix of that photo, after watching the DWTS special, because I thought these two lovebirds would be really cute subjects for it.

But once I got going, it turned into a love letter, for many things.

As part of the remix aspect of it, I now picture myself in Lena's spot in the photo, getting to have the short hair I wish I had had back then, and getting to wear a suit and tie! (Yes, in the original photo, I am wearing the dress and red bow Webby's sporting here, and I have long hair. 🙈 Though I will say here that the little heart necklace she's wearing is exactly like the one I had, too! :)) Drawing this was really cathartic for my nonbinary self. 💜

And as for Webby, in this remix, she represents someone that, in retrospect, I wish I had shared this moment with from back then. In many ways, she really was the Webby to my Lena. 💜💖💝

(Literally) beyond the subjects of this though, this is indeed very much a love letter to a lot of things, to passions. The background is pretty much a replica of the drama classroom wall we were in front of for the photo, at least as far as layout goes, with a few direct recreations of things that were on the wall and on the table there. Everything else was me being a passionate (theatre) nerd.

(Details (many details) of said nerdiness and alternate versions below the cut!)

I've included un-blurred and background-only versions (and a version with drop shadow lines on the girls, because why not? it's a cool effect!) below, but I just want to point out the details, because I'm so dang proud of this.

The posters/programs for The Phantom Blot of the Opera, Featherspray, Chickago, and My Fair Dewey are obvious duck-parody references to their real-world counterparts (with the latter being the exact poster they use in DuckTales, in Dewey's dream in "Nightmare on Killmotor Hill!" So thanks, Dewey! 😂). The Featherspray one was also included because Hairspray was one of the shows we did in high school! And lemme just say, creating theater posters is really fun!!

The MJ the Musical poster and the half-shown Notre Dame de Paris "Duckbill" right behind Lena's head are particularly special to me, since they (along with Phantom) are my favorite musicals, and getting to draw those two was especially fun!

The L'Orange Theater poster in the top-right is a bunch of duck easter eggs in one - the L'Orange Theater is mentioned and seen in the very first episode of DuckTales 1987, and of course, there's Aquarioon from DT17! Looks like it toured in Duckburg a long time ago. 😉

And the sheet music is the DuckTales theme! (Or at least the left side of it :P)

The "Congrats" card, calendar (the whale for upper half was my own touch), folder, page of random backstage stuff behind Lena's head (which includes little Star Trek and Darkwing Duck references), and golden "Theatre" card (with my old director's favorite quote) are directly from the photo (or at least based on what I could see through its blurriness 😝), as is the very edge of a cast photo in the upper-right. The purple note (totally not with any secret messages whaaaaat) below that, the certificate of excellence, and the little pride heart pins everywhere are little garnishes/dedications. 😊

The stage/theater diagram below the certificate is really cool, because that's a direct recreation (+ another hidden message) of a project a friend and I did for stagecraft back in our freshman year - I was even able to copy my own handwriting for the labels! 😄😂

The "Time of Our Lives" poster is a reference to the showcase I mentioned above that inspired all this, though the real-life poster looked very different, from what I remember.

The green bag below is sorta a nod to the secret pal exchanges we used to do during shows. 😉

And finally:

The Glittering Goldie show poster is me just having an absolute blast drawing her once again and coming up with something for her Blackjack days! And bonus - I'll be posting a gradient-only version of Goldie tomorrow! Really happy with how she turned out!

And the "All the World's a Stage" poster is me combining all of my theatre nerdiness with my passion for space and a good pun! 😁

ANYWAY...

I learned a lot with this drawing, about creating and about myself.

And I just had so, so much fun with it - it was all love, all passion, all happiness for this one. 💜💖💝

Wishing the same for all of you. ✨

Love, Astro 💜

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for wanting to sing in my most comfortable voice part?

I (15F) belong to a 3-part choir. There are Soprano 1s, the highest part, Soprano 2s, and Altos, the lowest part. I joined this choir in the beginning of the school year, and I was placed as a Soprano 1. Prior to that, I had sang Alto in other choirs and musical theatre productions, because I wasn't confident with my voice. However, my choir teacher (40s M) placed me as a Soprano 1, and I've never felt more confident with my voice. Just a few weeks ago, we were getting new sheet music, and all of a sudden, I hear him telling me to go sing the Alto part. Assuming it's just for this one song, and feeling slightly flattered that he thinks I'm that versatile, I go and sing the part. However, this past rehearsal, I realise that he's placed me as an Alto indefinitely. As we started rehearsing this song, I quickly realised that it was very uncomfortable for me to be singing that low. I didn't want to make a fuss, though, so I didn't really say anything. Yesterday, I sent him an email, basically telling him that, while I'm flattered that he thinks I have such a strong range, I simply can't sing that low and it's painful to my voice, and it would be much better for me to switch back to being a Soprano 1. He replied earlier today, saying that he's glad I emailed, and he'll have the assistant choir director (mid-late 20s M) re-test my range if I think I should go back, but he'd rather move me to the Soprano 2s because I have a "strong voice". I know I have the range to sing with the Soprano 2s, but so does literally every other Soprano 1, and I'm more comfortable singing Soprano 1. This is the part where I could be the asshole. I was talking to my friend (14F) who's also in this choir, and I said something about me "carrying the choir" because our choir teacher wants me to sing every voice part. She got incredibly upset at me, and said I was being conceited, and so many people would love to have as much of a range as I did. I fired back, telling her that she was lucky that she was guaranteed to stay a Soprano 1, where I have a strong enough range that I'm not where I feel most comfortable. She maintains that I'm being an asshole for not realising that other people in our choir would kill to have as good a range as I do, and she's now not talking to me. Am I the asshole for maintaining that I want to remain a Soprano 1, despite my choir teacher's insistence and my friend's believing I'm being rude?

What are these acronyms?

[minoment]

ohh my god punishing könig by tying him up and using a vibrator on him... please 🙏

Ahhh yes. Big men turned into whiny pleading messes. Delicious- 😋

Pairing: Sub! König x Dom GN!Reader

Type: NSFW Ficlet

Warnings/Tags: sub konig, dom reader, gn reader, porn w plot, mention of death, mention of bullets, your usual military stuff, temperature play, rope bondage, handjobs, impact play/slapping, sensory deprivation, toy/vibration play, power dynamic, use of titles, begging, mocking, teasing, degradation, dacryphelia (again just deal with me and my lust for crying men :( ), slight exhibitionism, FLUFFY AFTERCARE, and petplay if you squint-

A/N: Slowly working through my ask box. I had to back to classes today and I've got someone theatre stuff too. Anyways, hope you enjoy!! NSFW, minors DNI.

NSFW UNDER CUT. MINORS DNI.

König wriggled in his ropes looking up at you mournfully through his sniper hood and balaclava. You had stripped him of all his other gear not a moment ago and the cool wind ghosted over his skin, making him shiver.

Your commander had sent your mutual team on a week-long recon practice mission. It was the second-last day and everyone was fed up, to the point where König had misfired in a fit of frustration. The bullet had zipped past your ear and left a hole in a nearby piece of drywall. Not only did he nearly kill you, he would have given away both your presences and ruined the entire mission. As the Captain, you were livid.

Which is how König ended up back at your double post, tied up to a metal pole. The Task Force had split your 12 members into 6 groups of 2, the leading group being you and König. You were fortunate to be put with your boyfriend, knowing you two would be alone for the entirety of the week as you patrolled the mock training ground. You had brought something special for him either way.

You yanked off his sniper hood and pulled his balaclava over his nose so it covered his eyes. He gasped softly, leaning his head against the wall behind him as he felt your hand not-so gently around his cock.

"M'sorry-" he whined, bucking his hips up nonetheless.

"You're sorry?" You said, skeptically. "You nearly killed me." Your hand came down to his thigh in a harsh slap. He jolted, letting out a high-pitched 'aAH~'.

You snickered softly, moving away before coming back. König mewled, trying to find your general direction and licking his lips.

"Please?" He said meekly, hopeful you would be merciful.

A strong vibration was pressed to the tip of his cock, making him cry out and buck his hips. You ran the portable vibrator up and down his length, making him wail and moan as his hardened length dripped pre-cum down his shaft. Using his pre as lube, you turned up the vibrations to the fullest and König thrashed in his ropes.

"M'sorry, I'm sorry... Please Captain-" He moaned, his Austrian accent getting thicker with pleasure. He bucked his hips roughly against the vibrator. "Please let me cum... I'm sorry- I'll be good!"

König's body shivered and trembled beneath you, tears wetting his cheeks under his balaclava. His moans got louder and high pitched, his thighs trembling as he got close. He tried to reach out for you but forgot he was tied up.

"Awww.. did the disobedient mutt forget he was tied up? Pathetic..." You sneered teasingly while pressing the tip of the vibrator right against König's frenulum, making choke out a broken sob.

"Please... please... let me cum. Bitte, I've been good..." He whimpered, begging for it at this point. His voice was small, meek, and choked compared to his porno-like moans.

You smirked softly and took off his balaclava, gazing into his watery brown eyes full of pleasurable tears.

"You may cum." He said, leaning down to kiss your precious soldier. He moaned into your mouth, rocking his hips against the vibrator until he came hard and white splattered onto his stomach.

You turned off the toy, wiping it off and putting it back in your personal bag. Quickly, you untied König and wiped him down too, making him squirm and whine at the cool towel. You patted his ass and he obediently lifted up your hips so you could put boxers on him.

Due to the nature of the training, you only had your gear and military clothes so you stripped to your undergarments and lay with him in his sleeping bag. Your doubled body heat and his constant need for cuddles made it surprisingly warm compared to the night air.

You both fell asleep swiftly.

[the-fiction-witch]

Hypothetically

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader (Bisexual)

Rating Smutty Discussions.

I sat pondering for a while on the stairs of the theatre's standing. Where often people lingered to watch surgeries. On the step above me sat Jack halfway down his bottle. But it had been one of those days.

“Jack?”

“Umm?”

“You think he'll live?”

“Hard to say. He'll survive I hope, not sure how much living he'll do”

“How so?”

“I just cut the guy's cock off. He'll be alive, will he be happy … different matter”

“I guess. How'd you feel?”

“When?”

“Someone cut your cock off?”

“Ohh I'd kill myself”

“Really?” I giggled

“I'm very attached to it I don't wanna live my life without it” he explained “That whole surgery had me ... crossing my damn legs”

“I imagine so, well don't do what he did”

“I'm not dumb. I'm not going to stick mine whenever the hell he did it. And then not clean it for a year. I'm attached to mine I take good care of it”

“Good to hear most don't”

“How so?’

“Most men don't take care of them”

“I'm well aware.”

“When was the last time you used it?”

“I use it daily?”

“You know what I mean”

“... You mean have sex?”

“Yes”

“Last time? Sunday I think.”

“You think?”

“I've had sex many times I don't always remember” he chuckled

“Many times?’

“Yes, many times. I was a sailor y/n”

“Ohh so you'd climb off your boat coins in hand to find yourself a pretty thing for the night?”

“You try being in a ship nine months without… wanting a little attention when you get to port”

“Understandable, I imagine there are girls from Tasmania to Tottenham who can tell tales of their night in the arms of Jack Dawkins” I giggled

“A few of them” he shrugs “What about you?’

“What about me?”

“When was the last time you… felt the touch of a man?”

“Ohh a couple of years back now”

“That long?”

“When one is a widow you don’t get much attention”

“I guess not. It must be hard for you. Not having attention I mean”

“I have attention”

“Do you?”

“Yeah I got some just last week”

He looked confused “What?’

“I had attention last week Thursday if I recall correctly”

He looked so very puzzled like trying to solve a zen riddle in his head

“Your husband had been dead for three years. You haven't had the touch of a man in several years. And you got attention last Thursday?’

“Correct”

“... How'd -” he froze up giving me a suspicious look “Did you?”

“Did I what?”

“Did you… see a girl?”

“Yes”

He was utterly gobsmacked “You went to see a girl!’

“Yes Jack”

“And did what?!”

“I imagine the same thing you do when you go see a girl”

“But How'd you, do the -”

“We have hands. We have mouths. We have… wooden toys”

“Toy- oh my - really!’

“Yeah, this is really surprising for you?’

“Yes! So you… like, girls?”

“I do”

“But you were married?”

“Yes”

“So you like boys?’

“I like both”

“Both?”

“Yes Jack, both”

“Hu …” he said “That's certainly news to me”

“I get lonely same as you Jack”

“Yeah I imagine you do I didn't expect you to… see a girl about it”

“Who else would I see about it?”

“That's a very good point I don't know. Where do you go then? Out of curiosity?’

“Why?’

“I'm curious”

“cat and bagpipes”

“Really?”

“Yeah”

“Who do you… see there?”

“Why?”

“I wanna know I'm curious”

“Who did you see last time you were lonely?” I asked

He glared a moment before he checked the door “Hetti, was a few nights ago here.”

“Really?’ I giggled “ohh was she cold and lovely so she needed to come to share your bed?”

“Something like that, so who did you see?’ he asks sipping his drink

“Lisa”

Immediately he choked “Lisa! Lisa at the cat and bagpipes?”

“Yes Jack”

“... I… I've seen Lisa before”

“Have you now?”

“Yeah, I see her… every so often”

“Yeah she told me”

“She- she told you?”

“Yeah, we often chat after and she mentioned you come to see her sometimes”

“Is that uhh all she told you?’ he asked nervously

“That's all she told me” I smiled and he relaxed a little “Cutie”

“AHH!” He yelped “How do you know about that!”

“She told me”

“She did?”

“Yeah,”

“She uhh she's never said anything about you”

“Yeah I told her not to tell you I figured you'd… freak out”

“I'm not freaking out, perfectly normal to know that we… see the same girl”

“It's a small port jack everyone sees the same girls?”

“Good point”

“Is it weird for you?”

“... I guess not you are right everyone gets lonely”

“All right then”

“So you girls… do what exactly together?’

“Same thing you do together?”

“I highly doubt that. Because I have a very crucial element that you two don't”

“You mean your cock?”

“I do mean my cock”

“That's what the wooden toy is for”

“So you two…. Holy- okay! Good to know” he gulped

“It's very fun”

“I imagine it is”

“What about you? All those dark stormy nights at sea you ever … visited the boys next door?”

“No, I considered it I admit some very dark nights but no never did”

“You should, it's fun”

“Sounds it” he laughed

For a moment we sat quietly until he spoke again

“So… hypothetically, if one night I was going out to see Lisa? You potentially could also walk to me?”

“I could yes if I too wanted to see Lisa”

“So one night if we were both feeling lonely we could walk down to the cat and bagpipes together? So we wouldn't be walking alone and all?”

“We could Jack you're right” I laughed “But I am not having an argument with you”

“An argument?”

“Over who gets to go first.”

“Well, Hypothetically if we were there a the same time having walked together there’s no point one of us sitting outside and waiting.”

“Oh?”

“Makes more sense if we both just… go in with her.” he smirked “And then she’ll charge us for one not two”

“Now that is a very practical idea. That you clearly just thought of there Jack.”

“I thought so.”

“And What will you do? Sat in the room while Lisa and I?”

“Ohh I’m sure I’d find something to… occupy my time.”

“I’m sure you would” I giggled “Probably watching us.”

“Watching you? Now that is an idea.” he smirked sipping his drink

“Ohh I bet you’d get some perverted joy out of watching Lisa and I?”

“Would I?”

“I think you would. I imagine it to be very fun” I giggled

“What?”

“Lisa and I? With you sat watching us. Lisa and I discussed it in fact last week.”

“Y-you what!”

“You really think we don’t talk about you? We both thought it would be… thrilling indeed,”

“Thrilling?”

“Two young ladies, touching one another intimately. With a man to sit and watch them, when he fucks one of them regularly and has wanted to fuck the other since he met her.”

“How- How’d you know I wanted to-” He began but I gave him a kiss

“You told Lisa. So she told me.”

“I take it she’s told you most of my secrets then.”

“Any she thought I’d find interesting Jack.” I giggled sitting back against the steps

“So, hypothetically? As Lisa and I. And you and Lisa. and I was already there, possibly watching, do you think there could be any possibility of involvement?”

“Is that your very gentlemanly way of asking for a threeway?”

“Yes.”

“Okay”

“Okay!”

“Yeah, we’ve talked about that too” I giggled “I’d allow it hypothetically. But I don’t think it would be good for you.”

“Why not?”

I smirked, “We’d tear you to shreds.”

“Maybe I want you girls to tear me apart” He smirked back

“You’d get jealous.”

“Jealous? Of what?”

“How loud she screams for me. How loud she makes me scream”

“Maybe I would get jealous, all the more reason to get involved.”

“You might end up angry”

“Why?”

“Maybe our little toy might be bigger than you”

“Humm with everything Lisa’s told you I’m surprised she left my… mastery with my sword off.” he smirked I glared a little at his word choice and he just winked

“What time does Lisa stop working?”

“One why.”

“What time is it Jack?”

He got his pocket watch and checked the time “Uhh half eleven.”

“Shall we?”

“Are you serious?”

“Hypothetically? Should we go?”

He grabbed my face and kissed me with enough passion to floor an elephant “No more hypotheticals. Do you wanna do this?”

“I’m game if you are.”

“Fuck yeah” he smirked getting up grabbing my hand and dragging me off with him. 

[causenessus]

fic authors self rec! ♡ when you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. let’s spread the self-love ♡

I WAS GONNA SAVE THIS TOMORROW BUT I KEEP SEEING OTHERS AND IT'S REALLY REALLY MOTIVATING ME <33 (although i don't think i have five other moots to send this to bc idk who else has done it or had it sent to them...)

HAVE I EVEN WRITTEN FIVE THINGS?? I DEF DO NOT POST A LOT OF ONESHOTS 😭

love notes | suna rintarou

OBVIOUSLY MY NUMBER ONE!!! the premise of the smau is so so important to me <3 i love art so much and graffiti just feels so in character for suna?? and he's such a loverboy?? and the photography plot has just really opened my eyes to the amount of time and effort that goes into the profession!!! oh my god i always think about all the lyrics i picked out <3 and just suna and yn dancing around their problems but still flirting with each other some of my fav chapters definitely have to be chapter 3 and 9 (i have been this 🤏 close to reblogging chapter 9 and just saying paragraph 8 like a thousand times. i wrote that entire little excerpt on a tramway in nyc on the way to roosevelt island) <3 my life while i was writing love notes was really nice and this smau is just so so important to me and i was so happy that others also enjoyed it omg i need to stop yapping <3

try again | sakusa kiyoomi

one of my favorites bc it's basically a self insert 😭😭 it's honestly helped me realize so much about myself and is such a comfort fic for me!! i've read a few fics that seem to capture this feeling of like looking back on a time long ago, which is sort of like fond nostalgia? sort of like if you were married and think back to how you married your spouse, or sitting on a rooftop with your best friend and thinking about how you guys were in your younger days if that makes sense. i love that feeling of it being like your reading a story that happened some time ago, and isn't happening currently, and that's what try again feels like to me. the therapist-client dynamic and messy characters is so important to me, AND U GUYS HAVE NO IDEA WHAT KIND OF SELF INDULGENCE TRAUMA DUMP IS COMING SOON <3 (sorry this sounds so aggressive omg)

see you at the altar | suna rintarou

one of my fav fav drabbles!! it was so sweet and once again just suna being a lover boy is so important to me!! it warms my heart just thinking about being his love and aa <3

new grounds | kageyama tobio

literally sparked my love for kageyama!! and this felt like my first actual smau and i'm still very proud of it and in love with it <3 like it was so cozy and all good vibes!! super self indulgent for me writing about a reader in technical theatre and the friend groups and everything we're so special to me <3 i get so many sort of like just big childhood friend groups vibes from this fic lowk i think i may have to look into making moodboards for it...not to mention how much @cr4yolaas' night shift smau is inspiring me... (shameless plug)(ALSO RYE I HAVE TO SEND THIS ASK TO U!! I NEED TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR SELF RECCS AND THOUGHTS ABOUT YOUR OWN FICS <33 I WILL BE IN YOUR INBOX SOON!!)

cold kisses | kozume kenma

life was also lowk a little enjoyable while writing this smau!! like i remember running around fighting for my life the day of prom because i was trying to get ready AND post a chapter of cold kisses <3 i spent so many nights in a cafe writing this smau, i remember the exact seat of the cafe i was sitting in while outlining the smau, i remember working at my last job on dish, and having to stop and pull out my phone to write down ideas, and my manager passing me by and giving me a weird look <3 sorry i guess i associate times in my life a lot with my works although i think that's kind of cool!! i also loved the entire premise of this smau ofc <3 all sparked by how much figure skating tiktok inspired me <3

[amaliabalash]

Legally Blonde at the Oregon Cabaret Theatre

Just got back from seeing the Cabaret's Legally Blonde and so naturally I have to make a text post with every thought and feeling. Bullet pointed stream of consciousness ahead! And I'll be seeing this uh like six more times so I will likely add on to mention other little things I notice and like over time. 😂

This Bruiser was a miniature poodle and very cute.

When Margot is talking to Bruiser, she just held his head and looked into his eyes like she was doing a mind meld and I loved that.

Also, like seven years ago or something, the actress playing Margot played Elle in a youth production of LB that I saw, and it was fun to see her back in the show. She understudies Elle and I hope she goes on one of the times I've there, it'd be a fun full circle thing.

During Blood in the Water, when the students start echoing the phrase, Emmett started and like tried to cue them to do the same? I don't know how to word it lol but it worked for me.

When Elle asks, "who assigns reading on the first day of class?" Emmett across the room starts like reaching out towards her and mouthing "no no no" before grimacing.

Enid throws a beer on Vivienne at the party, which I haven't seen before and was fun as Vivienne runs off stage going "I'm all sticky!"

OG IRELAND LYRICS FTW

During the Christmas part of Chip, Emmett comes in with a reindeer horn headband and I just thought that was very cute.

This Emmett did a lot of like, voices when saying certain lines and it worked for me? I know the actor from many local productions and always enjoy him but he's usually playing character roles, and I enjoyed seeing little bits of that goofiness brought into Emmett.

Major height difference between Elle and Emmett. Most of the time I'm like "yeah height differences are fine" but it made it so if they hugged she's like buried in this chest and yes good I approve.

At the end of Chip right after Elle has her classroom success, Elle and Emmett like lock eyes and walk towards each other and it just felt like a magnetic pull thing until Callahan walks between them, I dug it.

And then when Paulette goes to get Rufus (she goes offstage, because they did not have a dog to play Rufus), again, Elle and Emmett just fucking gaze at each other for a moment before she goes into "is this law?" and I am so here for it.

Holy SHIT Whipped Into Shape. Always impressive to see people hold their own with singing while jump roping, but the first freeze? Forgive the random cheerleader picture for illustration, but the actress playing Brooke held this pose (without the other arm out) for the entire pause on "meet our brand new client Brooke..." through until the hit play again. I've never seen people burst into applause mid-Whipped, but like, you could feel the shock and awe just ripple through the room the longer she held it.

Take It Like a Man: okay first of all they actually put him in a good suit thank the lord, so often it's like "and he looks the same, just in black" but this was a well fitted suit so, A+ costuming, you actually did the job. And Emmett did a clear sort of lean in before Elle hugs him, which isn't anything new, but always great in my book. And when she hugs him, she just buries her face in his chest, I love it.

When Callahan makes the move on Elle, and audience member loudly hissed. 😂

Sadly. There was no Door. However, they DID make it clear that "what about love?" was an aside and not directly to Elle. There was a line change, I don't remember exactly what, so it's not "if you can hear" but something else. But when he's singing about wanting her to stay TO her, she's carrying a bag she's packed and they both reach for the handles and just kind of clasp hands for a moment. ALSO she packs the 2-in-1 shampoo after like hesitating for a moment over it, and that got me right in the heart. Well done.

During the reprise when Elle walks into the supply closet, Vivienne turned to Enid and said "she still hates me, doesn't she?" or something like that and god any little extra bit of Vivienne insight we get I looooove.

After Elle proposes and puts the ring on Emmett's finger, she jumps into his arms and just WRAPS her legs around him, full on star fish cling, I love it. No real end kiss though, which seemed weird? Like they were about to and then went into more singing. I'm not as much bothered by it as confused by the choice but oh well.

Emmett comes out in a hot pink suit for bows.

Okay that's all I got for now. I fucking love Legally Blonde.

[thrilling-oneway]

Idk why but it feels like they’re dropping the ball with everything tsukasa related recently. Do they just not know what to do with him anymore?

Nah, I think the previous Tsukasa event was really good, I think this time they just. Needed an event here and he was the only viable option. They're doing two events for every troupe and Nene is obviously gonna be the opera house and they're clearly planning something with Rui too so yeah. Tsukasa. Honestly I think this event could have been really good for him if the writing was better.

Like. They say in i think it was chapter 1 that he needs to learn to act physically in character. Like sure he can run around and do stunts and swordfight but can he do all of that as someone else? It's a pretty interesting thing to look at. Only they rely heavily on plot convenience to show his development. Like they bring up core strength (this is consistent with past stories) and flexibility (this is not consistent at all) as things he needs to work on, then drop these in favour of parkour and how fast he can run?? I understand that the parkour was smth he needed to do for a show, but couldn't do so he was disatisfied with his performance. That's totally in-character and makes even more sense when you read his card story and realise he already lost out on the lead role (shaking colopale WHY DID YOU LEAVE THAT IN THE CARD STORY). But the running is literally Not Relevant at all and only exists as a conflict for plot convenience with the plot device thief charatcer.

The issue is that the thief thing is too... Plot device-y. Yeah yeah wxs typical funny shenanigans but ultimately Tsukasa doesn't really learn much because while he learns the stunt in the end it just... Is completely disconnected from his acting. He improves the running and the parkour but does it as himself, and while the people mistake it for being part of the show and he has to improv, this is after he did all that. So he didn't learn how to do physical theatre in-character... And if the writers decided that it was in-character for the role, Tsukasa has gone back to acting characters similar to himself so again not really learning anything new. There's a really good scene with Daigo in chapter 5 or 6 where he talks about how he figuratively hit a wall and that was kinda the highlight of the event for me (aside from emunene crumbs in Nene's card story lol, and this one shoutout to how much Tsukasa trusts his friends in ch7).

Also they completely forget the thief as soon he's caught lol. Turns out he was a kleptomaniac ex-troupe member but they literally don't bring it up until partway through chapter in in a scene that quite literally begins with "So did you find out who the thief was?". Or something along those lines I'm paraphrasing. It wasn't good asfhsgsdjsjks

I think they do know what they're doing with Tsukasa and what I have read of Star of the Story makes it pretty clear. Tsukasa's current thing is improving in different aspects, like playing smaller roles like in SotS (which he still needs to work on iirc), but it felt like they didn't really know what to do with this event specifically, well they did they just executed it badly and used plot convenience so it could even happen. Oh well maybe this will play into a future Rui event somehow considering he was the one who said he thought Tsukasa needed to work on his core strength for stunts like. Ages ago. Not that Tsukasa worked on his core in this event but WHATEVER I NEED TO STOP COMPLAINING.

Tsukasa6 will probably be in the next wxs arc so they'll probably be back to more relevant stuff for then. Especially since that arc will probably be the "Rui and Tsukasa realise they are going to graduate high school soon and Tsukasa has mentioned multiple times in supplementary materials that he wants to go abroad at some point and they kinda need to work out what they're gonna do and how this will affect wxs" arc (or as I've been calling it: wxs disbandment arc 2 <peggle 2 gif attachment>). So that's fun. But yeah I think they know what they're doing they just needed to pad for time here so Daigo's troupe got two events.

[audistorium]

How I Even Got Here: A Letter from Lemon to Hopeful Creatives

This is going to be a lot. But maybe that's why we(I) made a tumblr. This is a place stories like these can be told.

Four months ago I was not a showrunner.

Four months ago I had no idea what to do.

Four months ago I had little to no friends in Audio Drama as a whole. There were a small handful of twitter people I knew, and I was a ghost in a few discords because I was afraid to ask anyone anything. But.. I was mostly riding solo.

I spent several years learning nothing but sound design after becoming completely enthralled by The Sandman. Shortly after I found SCP Archives and indie Audio Dramas that blew my mind.

Yet even with all that time making soundscapes and learning the intricacies of sound design under my belt, I still felt that gnawing imposter syndrome of creating a show. I've now learned this is pretty widespread in AD creators. Funny how that works, isn't it?

Who was I? Some broke kid from Arkansas that's fascinated by productions of sound and theatre of the mind? A less than well known comedian that wanted to tell the weird tales that manifest from nothing in my brain? I guess in the end that didn't really matter to me. I wanted to tell the scary stories that popped into my head and combine them with later episodes that tell funny ones. An interweaving web that I couldn't get out of my head until I brought it to life.

I talk about the night I uploaded my first episode a lot. My hands were shaking. My heart was nearly beating out of my chest and my face was buried in my palms for a while. I ended up saying "Fuck it." and hit upload. I sat there for a while just watching the episode pop up on different platforms one by one.

There it was. The thing I built up and wrote and worked my ass off for so long for. "What now?" I wondered.

I sat there for an hour kind of looking at the Spotify cover art that had been done well over a year before this point. Yet somehow it felt more real now. More tangible. This was something I could hold in my hands now and say I created. That was an unreal feeling. It was even more mind bending to think that this was only the start of the journey.

I got on Twitter that night and posted about it. It did not take long for someone to reach out. That person was Jesse Hall. Someone who showed me enough kindness to say all of these things that spelled out to me: "Hey, there are communities out there of people that want you to keep making these"

I ended up finding my home, The Liminal Lands discord. A show hiding out in a discord for another show. The thing is, though..

There really WAS this sense of community in it.

Since that point I have been in shows that previously I was only a fan of. I have met people that have been doing this for like 10+ years that treat me as a peer. I have other friends now that are also new showrunners.

I've been asked to be the sound designer in two different productions that are aiming for Tribeca. How nuts is that?

While it does mean my own show has to wait a second, this is incredible that people actually want to involve me at such a level when I feel like the biggest imposter in the room.

It has not been an easy past four months. Not even remotely. I wrote, voiced and sound designed episode 2: Lemonal in 24 hours because I felt like I needed to tell that story. It was one that was very personal. I've been able to share experiences of helplessness, death and fear. But also personal growth.

Soon, of my own humor.

I can put all of myself into this and I never have any intention of stopping that.

Four months later, I am a showrunner. I am the writer, sound designer and often one of the voice actors in my own show.

Four months later, I am confident in what I am capable of, and I am extremely proud of what I've been able to do because so many caring people pushed me and told me that I can do this. That If I stop punishing myself and telling myself my work is bad, I'll learn to love it more. So I did.

Four months later, I have friends that I would not trade for anything in the world and I think that things are only going up from here.

If you stumble across this as a hopeful creative, and you're not certain that you can accomplish what you want.. Well. Look at me.

I had nothing and no one. Our very small budget got us 3 covers and published. Good enough.

Now I have people that care enough to make me better every day. People that just want to be involved in what I made. That is extremely cool, and nowwww, every time I make something new I improve. I couldn't ask for anything better.

Take the leap. People will help you. People will support you.

I promise.

[goblinpuppy35]

Out of Place Together

University Remus x Male Reader

(Previous Chapter) - Part 5 - (Next Chapter)

Summary: An academia-core themed story about the Marauders during their final year of university in the Muggle world. Soon after meeting each other  Remus begins to fall for one of Sirius' friends Y/N another shy student.

CW: Description of toxic relationships.

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As his eyes reopened gradually  after being closed for what felt like an entire season, Remus automatically started to follow the swirling patterns of his bedrooms ceiling. After several minutes without warming his mind sharply recalled that morning, he tried to sit upwards. A low guttural groan of pain escaped between his greeted teeth as he clutched his chest and sunk back into the mattress. "Take it easy buddy" came a familiar voice from the doorway. Slowly turning his head Remus met the kind eyes of James, who was leaning against doorframe, cleaning his glasses with the end of his shirt. It was the only time of the month which James seemed to tower over his dear friend. "This one was pretty bad then?" Remus sighed, under the sheets his was carefully tracing all the new cuts over his body with his fingertips, hissing when he came in contact with raw flesh. "Yeah, you really freaked us out for a moment. Fortunately Y/N was here. He seemed to calm you down". Hearing Y/Ns name sent a pulsation across Remus' brain and he could suddenly remember the sound of Y/N's low voice, nervously but steadily telling him a story. Y/N's words hovered over the sound of the water rippling against the bathtub. Remus couldn't recall any visuals from this flashback however he knew he felt Y/N close by to him and with that a strong sense of tranquillity.

"Where is he?" Remus asked hoarsely, "Once you fell asleep in the bath we got you into bed and Sirius offered to walk Y/N to the theatre. I think he was stunned by the whole thing and didn't want to leave but I told him I'd be here all day to keep an eye on you". Another groan came from Remus' bed, it's tone was one more of embarrassment then discomfort, "Do you think I've blown it?" Remus' brow folded in on itself as his rubbed the bridge of his nose, "on the contrary" James mused putting his glasses back on as he started to leave the room. "And no leaving bed until at least this time tomorrow! We are all going to the pub after Y/N's final show so you can see him then. For now. Rest Mooney!". While James' voice faded down the stairs Remus eyes returned to the ceiling. Motionless he stared upwards, each breath he took was deep and strenuous. His mind would not sise from focusing on Y/N. 

In his broken state Remus would have gained some solace if he'd known across the city, Y/N was equally staring upwards and thinking of him. Though Y/N was staring up at the afternoon sky, his back against the theatres outer wall, taking long methodical drags from his cigarette. Sirius had left about an hour ago, they had walked through the park and talked through what happened that morning. Y/N also clued Sirius in on the night he stayed over in Remus' bed, how Remus confessed to being a werewolf then and Y/N had said it didn't scare him. "And what about now?" Sirius asked earnestly as they strolled side by side, crushing fallen leaves under their boots. Like the last time Y/N processed the question momentarily before answering honestly. "No. I'm not scared. It's a lot but I'm not afraid of him. I just hate the idea of him getting hurt that badly", Y/N fiddled with the straps of his bag as he thought back to Remus' face. Somehow the memory of Remus smiling at him on the stairs and Remus semi unconscious and covered in blood were blurring into one hazy image in his mind. 

Sirius informed him that it would be unlikely for Remus to be up and about again for a couple of days but promised him they would look after him. Y/N believed this without a doubt and after reaching the theatre gave his friend a long hug before saying goodbye. The performance went by without a hitch. Taking the last bus home that night, Y/N's eyes looked out passed all the streetlights, moving cars and specs of rain against the window, he only saw Remus' tall, fragile and yet so handsome figure. Pressing his face against the glass Y/N left out his own embarrassed sigh. He knew he was truly fucked. He had planned to never feel this way about anyone ever again.

The next night was the final performance of the week and as all the actors did their final bow on stage and the lights faded Y/N felt the stressed of the show week detach from him and flouted away. As he turned on the house lights and peered down at the audience from the box he was pleased to pick out the faces of Sirius and Lily, waving up towards him and miming downing pints. Grinning Y/N quickly collected his things. Finally regaining  his small amount of social life Y/N couldn't help but keep smiling as they walked down the night filled street.

Although walking through the large wooden pubs door Y/N did feel a twinge of disappointment when after scanning the whole floorplan he couldn't see a single sign of Remus or James being there. Seeing the obvious look on Y/N's face Sirius squeezed his hand lighting "it's okay. I'm sure they will come by later. He was doing a lot better this morning. Now. What are you having?". An enjoyable hour passed between the three of them and after two pints in they were becoming the loudest table in the pub, laughing at their own silly jokes until the front doors swung open and an even louder pair of clearly more intoxicated man stumbled inside. One raced to the bar and then bashed into the oak frame as if it was the only way of halting his own momentum, while the other set eyes on striding wobbly towards the groups table. It was Peter. "Alright Guys!" he slurred out and each member of the group replied with a stiff greeting back. Peter dropped and slid down the booths seat next to Sirius. Y/N was sitting opposite to Peter now, he could perfectly see how blood shot and dilated his eyes looked. The atmosphere around the table clouded over as Peter began to retell the night he was having at an uncomfortable speed. Everyone's engagement with the conversation had the same feeling of indulging a stranger's story who you just met at the bus stop after 2am in the morning. The amount of sniffing and nose rubbing which Peter was doing through made Y/N, Lily and Sirius all exchange knowing looks between one another. 

"And that's when I was about to tell this guy" Peter was rattling on and then somehow he managed to interrupt himself "Heyo! Here he comes!" in a obnoxious jeer he called out towards the figure from before how was striding towards their table with two tall pints pressed between his fingers. As he smashed them down on the table half of the contents spilled, soaking Lily's purse which she picked up and started to clean in frustration. "Bartender took fucking ages. Don't know why you come to this shit hole" the blunt tone of the man's voice sent a strong plummeting feeling down Y/N's spine and embedded itself deep inside his stomach. Slowly he looked up and unexpectedly met the eyes of the man.

Red. Red was all Y/N could see. Oh no. "This is my mate Ollie" Peter announced. No. No. No. Another sharp flash of red came across Y/Ns inner mind which lingered in his head for the next few minutes as Ollie, sat down heavily next to Peter and started to dominate the conversation. He didn't acknowledge Y/Ns existence any further then that first fleeting gaze. Lily and Sirius awkwardly smiled and politely showed an phoned in interest while Y/N sat fixed in place, his eyes hovering where Ollie's pint glass was, his fingers clenched around it's neck tight. 'He can't be here. Not now. Not around these people. Please no. Do I say anything?' Y/N wanted to get up and find an empty corner to curl up in  like a sick dog, but he was unable to move his body a fraction. He felt as if there was a secret which was pushing back against his clenched jaw. The pure casual unphased nature which Ollie was expressing made Y/N even more nauseous. He couldn't look at anyone directly. As if his anxiety had strapped blinders on either side of his face , Y/N wasn't aware of the presents of anyone new around the table until they were standing in front of everyone else. "Heya all, look who I chose to pull out of bed" James presents was a well needed palate cleanser to the current vibe of the table, as he slid passed the guys making his way to press up against Lily. Y/N still stayed transfixed and was unable to greet him. Worse yet as James and Ollie greeted one another and started talking about rugby alarm bells screamed through Y/N's mind. 'No. This is wrong. They can't know each other. James is my friend. Part of my world. No this is all breaking apart'. It was becoming harder for Y/N to stifle his increased breathing. With his own mind warped he was unaware of the second figure carefully sitting down next to him. Panicking Y/N started to worry he was going to collapse . Oh God.

"Hey." a deep bashful voice uttered. Silence lingered in the air afterwards. The conversation around them faded and  every spinning stressful thought  in Y/N's mind evaporated, the lights dimmed and turning his head towards the voice, a soft spotlight fell on Y/N and Remus' faces. The chaos of the pub around them subsided. "It's good to see you again", the eye contact between them was intimate and endearing, so pure that both Sirius and Lily noticed it, smiling at one another before returning to the main groups conversation. The two men were lost to the world within each other. Y/N, regaining some confidence meekly asked Remus how he'd been doing and sitting down next to him Remus began to talk about how he'd attempted to rest today on the sofa reading but James had been watching some sports on the TV, Remus didn't care enough to remember which one. As he told Y/N about his day Y/N found that every word which escaped Remus' thin curved lips was able to reduce his speeding heart rate, returning it a mellow constant pulse. It almost didn't matter what he was saying. As long as it was his voice. Then looking down, hidden from everyone else, while their private talk continued,  Y/N saw Remus slide his fingers into his own, a gentle grip keeping them together, his skin felt warm. This made Y/N want to cry, the kind of warm relieved tears you only feel when finally life seemed to be being kind to you. "Thank you for being here" Y/N whispered interrupting Remus' story but the taller man didn't seem to mind, tilting his head sidewise he only smiled down at Y/N. "And how are you doing up in there" Remus playfully murmured lifting a finger up on his free head and discretely pointing towards Y/N's forehand. Curiously in this moment Y/N felt the urge to tell Remus everything. He very much might have done so if everything then didn't start to go horribly wrong. 

Peter's eager voice broke through their sound barrier and both men turn to hear. "Oi.Oi. mate. Ollie you were going to finish telling me that hilarious story, remember!". Ollie simply raised an eyebrow as he continued to swing down his pint, seeming not to recall. "Yeah, you know" Peter spat "You were telling that story about in first year that guy who was obsessed with you. Like proper fancied you and that". Remus felt Y/Ns hand in his grip him extremely tight before going limp, from the corner of his eye he observed that Y/N looked unwell as if he suddenly lost all his colour. "There's nothing wrong with a guy fancying another guy" Sirius said bluntly, his eyes becoming dark pin pricks behind the rim of his glass. "I mean sure. Yeah." Peter continued "but like this guy was a total mess! Getting beyond hammered at every party you went to and then crying on your shoulder when he eventually got his hands on you. What a whack job". No one else around the table found the story particularly amusing, Peter  looked back towards Ollie expecting him to pick the story up but he simply drank his pint, then picked at a scab on his arm. Studying Y/N further Remus noticed Y/Ns fingernails were clenched into his  thigh, Remus tried to whisper to him if he was alright but Peter's boisterous bellows drowned him out "OH! and in the end didn't he like, only get the message  once he walked in on you having sex with a girl at a party! Mate that's just wild" Peter snorted tipping his glass all the way back to get the last few drops, "What was that guys name again?".

Effortlessly Ollie looked up directly across the table at Y/N as if he'd only just remembered Y/N was sitting there, he met Y/N's enlarged stressed pupils with his own calm misty stare. A small smug smile draw across his face as he lowered his glass, "Why don't you ask him". This was lost on the rest of the group but as the silence remained and Ollie and Y/N kept staring at one another, Y/N noticeably upset, they all began to turn towards the smaller man, who's shoulders were hunched up against his burning ears. He couldn't bare seeing all their eyes on him, especially Remus'. Ollie's unsubtle smile grew as he turned towards Peter "Shall we get another drink". "Excuse me" Y/N mumbled abruptly getting up before them, his hand slipping out of Remus' as he turned and promptly made his way to the pubs back door before anyone could say another word or notice the hot tears coming down his cheek. 

Lily was the one who found Y/N first after a few minutes, stepping outside into the patio area she scanned across the benches, at last catching sight of Y/N hunched over on the floor in the corner. His knees where pressed up against his chest and he was having trouble breathing. "Oh darling there you are. Hey. it will be alright" she said rushing over and kneeling down next to him. Remus was the next to step out and promptly made his way towards them before squatting down in front of Y/N, this made the tear streaked man burying his face into his arms, his cheeks boiling with shame. "I'm sorry I'm really sorry" he blubbered out "It's not true. It's really not and I know what that sounds like but please believe me.". Retrieving one of Y/N's clenched fists Remus held it in his hands, "It's okay Y/N." everything wasn't but hearing those words from Remus allowed Y/N to believe it was for a second, taking a long quivering breath Y/N started to calm is throbbing chest, rubbing it with his clenched fist. Patiently Lily and Remus sat with Y/N not saying anything, Remus held Y/N's hand, palm up in his own with his other hand brushed up and down Y/N's bare forearm. His nails ever so slightly running across Y/N's skin. Y/N looked at the actions stunned, "How do you know how to do that?" he sniffed, "I've seen you do this to yourself several times, when your nervous I'm guessing" Remus replied looking hopefully up into Y/N's eyes. They sat in silence for a little longer, Remus continuing to stroke Y/N's arm. With the light drizzle coming from above they were alone on the patio, inside loud chatter could be heard from the pub.

"We did meet in first year" Y/N finally said, staring down at his shoe and its untied lace. "But he was the one who started pestering me. I knew he wasn't gay so I kept telling him what he was trying to achieve here but he kept coming after me and eventually I gave into him... I'd never had a boyfriend before and I supposed I just really liked the idea of just having one." Lily scooted up closer to Y/N as he talked. "It was fine at first ... though it wasn't really, we would hang out with his friends and drink way too much, I skipped classes and never spent time with anyone else. I'd get so drunk I'd pass out and remember nothing, he used to tell me these horrible stories about how I'd act out or do something stupid and I'd only find out weeks later that they weren't true. He just made them up for a laugh. However as time went on it become harder to tell between him making up stories and the truth. The truth is I did used to get drunk and cry on him at parties but only because after he'd get drunk himself, he'd complain to me and anyone else near by about how he missed being with women and how he despised me for being a man. In the mornings I'd ask him why don't we just break up then if that's how he felt and he always came back with how i was just remembered what he said because I was too out of it myself. The saddest part of it was I still stuck around even with all that shit. Actually no. The saddest part was I still stuck around even when I did walk in on him fucking a girl, someone from my year mind, we still dated for a month afterwards that. I felt like I had nowhere else I could go.". The concerned sympathetic looks on Lily and Remus' face made Y/N uncomfortable but as if like a burst pipe, Y/N was unable from stopping. "I wanted to leave him so badly, by that point but I had been made to feel so small. And the most pathetic part" Y/N was laughing at himself now "He was the first to break up with me. Said I was becoming too much of a wreck to handle. And I beg for us to stay together. Idiot I know. After three days apart, away from cluster fuck of misery, despite still being broken I knew I was finally free. On the forth day I actually get a call from him all lonesome and declaring he made a mistake and wanted to try again. I hung up on him. Probably the bravest thing I've ever done". Breathing outwards Y/N whipped away his tears on his sleeves, he still felt an unpleasant pit nesting in his stomach nevertheless all the crying did make him feel lighter.

Lily drew him in close for a hug, Y/N's body felt weak but he didn't resist. Remus silently continued to hold and stroke Y/Ns arm therapeutically. Y/N was curious but also terrified of what Remus would think of him now. "I'm fine. I promise" Y/N insisted "I don't let someone as grim as that define me. It's made me nervous and awkward around people but I've found my own ways of coping. I just wasn't expecting him to be here tonight". 

In this moment James and Sirius appeared outside and lightly jogged towards the other, they both seemed a little out of breath. "There you guys are. Y/N. Are you alright". Y/N sniffed and awkwardly smiled and nodded up at James. "We've sent them on their way, Peter and that Ollie guy. Twats the pair of them" Sirius huffed, genuine anger behind his eyes. "I'll also be talking with the coach tomorrow" James chummed in "see about getting that arse off the team". "Oh no" Y/N called out returning to his stressed state "You don't need to do that for me really". James smiled down at him "Oh trust me I will. He's a terrible player and an arse, the rest of us have wanted him off for ages. Besides, no one talks about my friend like that without repercussions". This made Y/N look at up him like a beady eyed child. This meant a great deal to him.

"Well, after all this excitement tonight shall we go back to ours and cool off" Sirius declared running his hand through his long hair. Everyone agreed. Upon rising up to their feet Y/N noticed that Remus still held onto his hand and did so as they left the pub and walked down the street all the way to their house. Remus didn't say anything, he appeared to be thinking deeply, yet he stayed close to Y/N throughout. The night ended with all five of them watching a late night film on the TV, it was dated and campy which made it perfect viewing. James and Lily were curled up on the sofa together, while Sirius and Y/N sat on the floor, Remus sat in the large armchair, all his long limbs dangerlying off the arms. As the film played Y/N could feel Remus delicately brushing through his hair and up and down the back of his neck. It felt peaceful and Y/N sunk into the repetitive movement.

After the film ended everyone retreated to bed and again Y/N found himself in Remus' bedroom. No one commented on his accept for Sirius gleefully grinning at Y/N as they said goodnight halfway up the stairs.

They both lay on the small mattress facing one another, Remus stroking Y/N's cheek and Y/N playing with the bottom of Remus' jumper. They had not talked much since Y/Ns story yet this didn't cause any concerns between them. "Y/N?" Remus asked, as the Y/Ns Y/E/C eyes slowly drew up to meet his, Remus could feel his heart swelling up. Cupping Y/Ns chin in his hand Remus drew him closer and kissed him carefully. For five perfect seconds they stayed locked together before parting. "I would like to go out with you" Remus said in quiet confidence "You radiate such sincerity and creativity and I truly feel at peace when I'm close to you." Remus was unable to gage Y/N reaction to this. He contained. "I understand things have been isolating for you and that you are convinced you are broken. Tonight with what you said, I don't think I've felt so sad and angry before. All I want to say to you is" Both of Remus' hands were on Y/N's stubbled cheeks. "I wish to do nothing but protect and cherish you. I freely give you my heart and ask for nothing in return. I swear I will never rush you or belittle you. I only want to care for you Y/N". With their bodies so close Remus could feel Y/N's shaking, he pulled on Remus' jumper tighter. 

Remus controlled his intimate desire to kiss Y/N again deeply while he waited for his reason. Visibly Y/N was processing everything which had happened that night. Once he returned to the current moment in time he looked up into Remus' eye, the scarred man held his breath. "Id very much like to date you Remus" Y/N whispered in reply, Remus left out the happiest sigh he'd ever had before pulling Y/N tightly up against his body. They both kissed each other's necks and weaved their limbs around each other. In this moment neither wanted to be separate from the other. 

[manasseh]

'오랜만에'라는 표현을 파악하기 ✧ understanding the phrase '오랜만에'

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@zzzzzestforlife asked:

"ok, another Korean langblr studyblr post idea: how to say "after a long time" / 오랜만에 vs 길운 시간의 후 / like i don't get the difference 😅".

TLDR: The main difference between 오랜만 vs. any other translation of 'after a long time' is the context.

Although '오랜만' simply translates to 'after a long time', it means more specifically *something happens for the first time after a long time since the last time it happened*. A repeat action! Like meeting a friend for the first time in a while, or picking a habit back up!

Using '후' just means after, no extra nuance, so it has less niche use case :D

(the difference between just 'long time' 오래 vs. 긴 시간 is more complicated)

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check under the cut for example sentences and rambles ->->

I went a little deeper than the surface question again, content:

meaning of 오래 / common uses (오래, 오래 전, 오래되다, 오랫동안, -) / use of '오랜만' / ㅅ or ㄹ? + random bonus word / 긴 시간 vs 오래 / 오래 후 vs. 오랜만 / bonus grammar confusion

Let's start with just오래.

오래 by itself means a long period of time passing. Or just ~a long time~ I suppose.

It can be used alone:

오래 기다리고 있었어 - she'd been waiting for a long time

오래 머물거예요 - it's going to be here for a long time / to linger

Add 전 to make 'long ago':

그 극장은 오래 전에 헐렸어 - that theatre was pulled down a long time ago

오래되다 (lit. to become 오래) can be used to mean *old*:

그 오래된 극장이 헐렀나봐 - it seems they pulled down that old theatre

오랫동안 means during or while a long time is passing:

오랫동안 바라던 나의 소망이 마침내 이루어졌어 - my wish that I had desired for so long (for such a long period of time) finally came true

극장은 오랫동안 이 상태로 방치되어 있었어 - the theatre has been left in this state for (during) a long time

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Now for the phrase from the question:

'오랜만' is short for 오래간만, meaning after a long period of time since (X something).

It's a very common word in Korean. You'll often hear it said by itself when you bump into an acquaintance: "오랜만!!", "It's been a while!". Sometimes I feel it's more so a greeting than literal.

While 오랫동안 is used to mean during the period of time, 오랜만 means after. Specifically after the time that's passed since the last time you did this thing. For example:

오랫동안 못 잤어요 - i didn't sleep well for (during) a long time

진짜 오랜만에 잘 잤더라 - i slept well for the first time in (since) so long!

some more examples for vibes, sans translation:

오랜만에 소주 한잔 어때?

오랜만에 운동을 했더니 온몸이 쑤신다...

오랜만에 만났지만 별달리 할 말이 없구나.

The full 오래간만 is also still pretty common by the way. Heard it in an audio book a couple days ago with something like this:

그런 감정을 느낀지 참 오래간만이군요. - It really has been a long time since I've felt this way.

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//Bonus: Whether it's 오래-, 오랜-, or 오랫- is easy to get confused, right? That's okay, native speakers struggle with it as well! To the point that even in novels or news articles, you'll see '오랫만' - so don't worry if you mix it up haha. If you'd like me to write a post on when the ㅅ is added on words let me know, but for now just see these images as reference. Or don't! Most Koreans won't notice either way :)

This blog post for example quickly explains it for Koreans, - here I found the bonus vocab for today: '지적당하다' -

- '지적(하다)' meaning to point out / to indicate / to criticize.

- the suffix '-당하다' makes the word it's attached to a verb, and indicates passivity. It means something like to receive x / to suffer x (/neg). It's used with words like to sustain injury, be demoted or fired, be a victim of of crime like fraud or stalking. In short - a negative thing happens to you.

So 지적당하다, in context = to suffer being corrected on your grammar lmaooo to get got by the grammar police

"오랫만에, 오랜만에 헷갈리지 마시고 카톡 쓸 때 괜히 지적당하지 말자고요! (저 지적 안 합니다...)"

rough tr.: "So let's not confuse '오랫만에' and '오랜만에' when writing a [Kakao] message just to end up being called out on it! (I wouldn't correct you…)"

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Okay so that's 오래 - then what about the more literal translation '긴 시간 후'?

1./ 긴 시간 and 오래 can both translate to 'long time' in English. So what's the difference?

!! Full disclosure, I'm not entirely sure here! It's not gramatically wrong as a translation, but it's not used the same way - at least not commonly to my knowledge. It simply feels less natural (to me) than the idiomatic 오랜만, but it could just be more formal and direct. I couldn't find a clear answer online, and haven't checked with a native speaker yet. In any case, it's definitely less casual.

2./ 오랜만 vs. 오래 후

Besides being less common and casual, there is one more difference between specifically the "after" - 긴 시간 후 vs. 오랜만 - that's probably the main answer to Zesty's question.

As I wrote before, 오랫만 means something happens for the first time after a long gap since the last time it happened - so it's about a repeat action! It can't be used to talk about just anything that happened after an undefined long stretch of time has occurred.

But 뭐뭐~ 후 can! It's simply after a long time with no other nuance.

But whether 긴 시간 후 can be used in the same way as say 오래 후?? I dont know~ ! Check #1 haha.

It took me a while to figure this out myself!! It's not something I was able to read anywhere either, only halfway through writing this post, the specific nuance clicked. Even though I've used the phrase a billion times! Goes to show just how much you pick up on without having to study it, even in a new language :)

anyway here's my best guesses on how to use 긴 시간 logically that I will send off to my friend - don't take them as learning material haha:

긴 시간을 들여 이 작품을 완성했어요 - I invested a lot of time to complete this piece.

긴 시간 후에 완전히 회복되었어요. - It took a long time, but I've finally recovered.

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// Bonus: I'm actually not sure at all which meaning of 만 applies here! It's not pointed out anywhere directly. Looking at the wiktionary for it, there's a few options that could apply? I'll ask a korean linguistics major friend of mine and report back :)

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Anyway that's it for my little exploration of the phrase '오랜만'! Let me know if you have thoughts or questions!

[yuzukahibiscus]

Before the day of retirement comes, she wants to continue searching for a new Yuzuka Rei —— Flower Troupe Top Star Yuzuka Rei

(Note: This is a translation from no.85 of the STAGE Navi magazine.)

One and only presence established in "Singing Lovebirds"

Flower Troupe Top Star Yuzuka Rei – who has a unique beauty and radiating, vibrant aura – announced her retirement, which will be on May 26 2024 in the Takarazuka Revue 110th Anniversary. Her presence alone holds those who watch her captive, the evidence of how unparalleled a star she is.

Earlier ago, the Flower Troupe performance "Singing Lovebirds" "GRAND MIRAGE!" was performed in Tokyo Takarazuka Theatre and was received with great acclaim, and it was a performance that only Yuzuka was capable of delivering. "Singing Lovebirds" is a masterpiece operetta film released in 1939 starring Kataoka Chiezō, which became a Takarazuka performance with the addition of more stories into the musical. Using the original soundtrack from the stage, but with western music in this periodical piece, it adds mismatching and interesting flavour. In addition, there's the awkward love story between the protagonist Asai Reisaburou and his neighbour's daughter Oharu (played by Hoshikaze Madoka), how the antique-enthusiast lord Minezawa Tanba no Kami (played by Towaki Sea) wrecks havoc and causing this all a funny story. You could see this is a story packed with gorgeous happiness.

"The same soundtrack is used from the original movie, but I was surprised after all that this movie was produced before the war, and I believe that this was quite innovative, and thus wanted to deliver it as such in the performance. The songs of genres of western music that I have been singing so far are vary different, so my task every day was to enjoy singing these songs, aiming to sing them with a certain kind of flavour and nuance. You could feel the role Reisaburou is someone who has faced some great struggles and setbacks from his lines, and he's not an adventurous person. The story doesn't involve many major incidents either, and comparatively it's a story mainly focusing on interactions with people, so I want to relax a bit, and act as I normally am without changing too much and feel this role on stage. In that sense, it's very difficult. Because I felt how high the hurdle was to make the acting stand out and make the character more dimensional, but I did my best believing that I was able to do this acting well because of this particular timing [I've encountered this musical]."

In her previous musical "Mayerling" and "A Battlefield for the Two of Us", with her profound observations in her roles, she strongly demonstrated the complicated emotions and conflicts faced by those characters, but this time it was refreshing to see Yuzuka become quieter instead, that you could feel immersed by how she portrays those delicate feelings. Also, without Yuzuka's presence, you could tell the performance could hardly be completed, so that strengthens her presence as a star.

"First of all, I feel very honoured to take on Kataoka Chiezō-san's role, and truly felt how difficult this is. [The impression on] Reisaburou already stems from his presence alone, so it's not something that could be done simply. It's hard but I want to convey that kind of impression, and gradually I started feeling Reisaburou's temperature and tone to my own. I think if I did Reisaburou 1-2 years ago, it would be much harder."

Immersed in the spirit of the Romantic Revue "GRAND MIRAGE!"

You could never get bored from Yuzuka in this charismatic periodic operetta from her doing fight choreography barefoot and wearing kinagashi style; to going down to the audience and singing. Together with that is the Romantic Revue "GRAND MIRAGE!", where she debuts wearing a military uniform while wearing a turban in the new "(The) Faraway MIRAGE" scene, showcasing the ultimate otokoyaku image and inviting the audience to the illusionary world.

"I have many scenes I like from "GRAND MIRAGE!". 'The Faraway MIRAGE" scene is similar to the classic ballet scenes that I had danced since I was small. When I was able to personally feel this beautiful world that younger me saw from the stage, it was distinctly precious that it felt like returning back to my roots, to feel the beauty and classical world view of this fantasy story. And because it was a classical scene, it was a firm scene where I could fully utilise all of my hands, head and whole body to dance in this scene. I loved the piece and arrangement of this scene, and even though this is just a scene from the revue, I performed this scene, hoping the audience's imagination to be inspired in thinking this was like a short film. I also liked other scenes like the chuuzume CIBONE scene and the Bolero duet dance, all of these are nothing but the essence of a 'Romantic Revue'. There are essential techniques, and a person's sense of using their body becomes noticeable in that space, so that is interesting but intimidating at the same time. Movement does not equate to huge momentum, but it's about the quality of using body muscles correctly to show noble and elegant impression on the choreography. It doesn't work well unless the energy of controlling your nerves is well maintained and circulated. During the revue, I would say I've made use of this "hidden energy"."

The path she has walked by is all created by Yuzuka Rei now

Yuzuka is nuanced in her brilliant dance with excellent techinque, and she gave an explanation that is easy to understand.

She has been the Flower Troupe Top Star for 4 years and more. Ever since she announced retirement, when she stood on stage, she surprisingly noted that there weren't drastic changes.

"I'm contained with overwhelmed feelings of gratitude and happiness, that every one of the performances are important to me, that I cherish them like my treasure and living each day with happiness, and even now that has not changed much either. I think that must be affected by the timing of when I started becoming a lead role. That was the time when the pandemic just started, and I feel that the lessons and memories each performance gave me were more than I ever imagined, and those have become my blood and flesh into who I am now.

From November 28 onwards, the Yuzuka Rei Special Concert "BE SHINING!!–A Glamorous Time" hopes to connect the past steps of Yuzuka and Yuzuka's future, a concert that bears much expectations.

"There will be my favourite roles, favourite performances, how I acted them with much determination, delivering the energy that only I could at that time. But personally I felt that I want to sing these songs again; I want to emphasize more on a certain portrayal; I'm very motivated and excited to show to the audience what charms I could demonstrate. (Fujii) Daisuke-sensei was the first to give me a named role, the stage genie Fie (in "Le Paradis!!–Saintful Time–" in 2011) and I look forward to reprising the role again in the concert. At that time I was still in my 3rd year and I didn't know anything but just performed while being so absorbed in my role, you could say that Takarasiennes are like fairies, and by returning to my roots to challenge becoming a fairy again makes me very happy. Now by using what I have nurtured – the sense of beauty, the heart for acting, the sense for the techniques and music – I want to create a Fie that only the Yuzuka Rei now can portray. Besides, there will also be other numbers [scenes] we'll be singing, I hope this shows a new side of Yuzuka and creating these scenes for you to revisit Yuzuka's performances once again."

We also want to hear from her graduating performance in the Takarazuka Revue 110th Anniversary "Arc~en~Ciel: The Rainbow Over Paris".

"When I first heard about the title, I was very pleased. Also I realised that my last otokoyaku role name would be Marciel. That thought stuck with me, and I was glad. The day before, I was going to have the poster photoshoot, the scriptwriter and director Koike (Shuuichiro)-sensei asked me to depict a challenging impression to the role, so I already found it interesting. The picture was one that conveyed truly the essence of how France was then. I hope to deliver a performance that everyone would go, "Wow, so this is how it looks!?" That's also what I want to firmly follow how Koike-sensei's instructions would be."

We don't want to miss any bit of Yuzuka, who continues to evolve before her day of retiring from Takarazuka Revue. Finally, Flower Troupe Top Star Yuzuka Rei leaves a message.

"Every day, I feel so thankful that when I'm on stage and see the audiences' faces, I truly feel that we are spending time together. I feel very sorry for those who are unable to see the performances during the pandemic, and I continue to feel so even to this day. But this time has been so fulfilling. I always received and learnt things I couldn't have expected from the audience. Even for our Flower Troupe members, we care for each other, everyone is generous and kind, and times where we grit our teeth and ultimately overcame things together. Looking back from 4 years ago, Flower Troupe members thought about themselves and took action, so they were very reliable. Now, as I recall this path I've been walking on, my heart instantly feels so warm by these memories. Before the day of my graduation, I will continue pursuing for my favourite kind of otokoyaku image, and will cherish every day to make each of them worth."

Yuzuka's recommendation! — Foliage plants

I've been collecting many foliage plants, so my makeup desk in the dressing room is a sea of greens (laughs). I have three kinds – the "dangling" type, the flowers that my parter Hoshikaze (Madoka) gave me and potted plants. I like flowers too, but I like foliage plants because they are grown from the spoil and I don't have to cut it as much. But, underclassmen sometimes give me plants as presents, and I thought that it's great feeling these greenery around. It's good for the eyes, it heals the heart and it's great for the air! I like to be surrounded in the forrest and grasses, but I wasn't able to go abroad a lot, inner-greens also make me happy. Everyone, please [check them out] (laughs)!

[roadtophantom]

Let your S(e)oul take you where you long to be (III) - Cho Seung-woo

(part three of my neverending travelogue, I thought I'll just write one but this already got long)

I think it didn't quite hit me that I was seeing Phantom even when I went in the theatre, likely because of travel adrenaline? I was still a bit dazed coming in and I didn't quite settle until the show started. But also it was so warm and tight that it's hard to get a semblance of personal space.

But it didn't take long because Charlotte Theatre is small and it kinda really wraps itself around the stage. At least that's how I felt.

Because when the overture started and the sparks came off, I was sucked right in.

But listen. Hearing the organ played in person and watching the chandelier make its steady ascent, coming from a lockdown of 3 or so years after fighting tooth and nail to be on that seat, were enough to reduce me to actual tears.

I was sobbing behind my face mask — a souvenir from the pandemic that is sadly here to stay— as reality finally hit me that I managed to live to see another Phantom show when such a possibility didn't exist then, and it's as real as the chandelier looming large before my very eyes.

Second was seeing the proscenium in its fullest glory. Unfortunately, 2delier and the stripped down World Tour revival stage cannot possibly hold a candle to the magnificence of a complete replica set. I haven't seen this setup since 10 years ago in Singapore (not counting HK coz that was an arena and it's a bit different).

I'm reviewing both performances at once because I saw them in 24 hours and it will help me make (healthy) comparisons.

But I think I want to write about the Korean production as a whole first. I've read that it took a while for the local production to mount another POTO KR because of the scale and the demands of the show and the producers want to get everything perfect.

And I think they really did, or at least one that approaches sheer excellence in acting, singing, dancing, all that.

The ballerinas are in step with each other, the cast harmonizes so beautifully even in Prima Donna which tends to go messy and overwhelming...As a full company they are undefeatable.

And I've seen some of the most heartrending performances and heard the most exquisite voices in these two shows.

During my week in Seoul, I managed to catch a movie on cable TV led by Cho Seung-woo called Inside Men and he played this prosecutor who is smart, ambitious, and hellbent for justice. He was all suits, yanked neckties, and cigarettes. A cool hero you wanna root for. And in the first movie I've seen of him (The Classic), he plays a young Romeo with such pure ideals on love and friendship, again a good guy you can't help but love and feel hurt for.

The Phantoms - Cho Seung-woo

Those are barely a scratch on the surface of the veteran actor's stellar filmography and theatre work. His versatility is undisputed, and he's played everything from Hedwig to Sweeney Todd until he finally took on the challenge as the Phantom, which is still so mindblowing to me.

There was no hint of swagger, coolness, or goodness in Cho Seung-woo's Phantom. He is basically the anti-cute Phantom. This is the sewer rat, the stone gargoyle on the roof, the cantankerous old neighbor you don't wanna deal with. He made that especially clear from the mirror scene, as he openly sneered at Raoul's attempts at Christine.

The Phantoms I've seen would try to play up being angel, ghost or even just try to present themselves as an educated gentleman forced under very unfortunate circumstances, but Cho Seung-woo's Phantom is well frankly, truly what you'd expect of a creature living in an underground lake. He isn't shy or afraid to be menacing because that's...what's on the script anyway, right?

With one caveat, he can't bear to be ugly in front of Christine who is his weakness from the very beginning.

His Music of the Night gives a sneak peek of the kind of desolation and yearning he feels for her. He also peppers his performances throughout with whispers of "Christine" (even after MOTN) which I realized is his desperate plea of help.

Cho Phantom loses his temper quite easily, he's delighted like Rumpelstiltskin dancing around the fire when he plays tricks at Carlotta, unafraid to play up his monster persona to get his way. But this evil facade falls in front of Christine. Of course he tries to put up that mean act, but eventually he is just this awkward teenage boy with a first-ever crush. He is so hyperaware of his appearance in front of her. He practically worships her.

So imagine in PONR, he groans at Christine's advances and in AIAOY reprise he is almost on his knees begging her to please take pity and accept him.

In Final Lair, he recoils after Christine kisses him in a 'Why would you do that to yourself? Why touch a cursed creature like me with your perfect being? Please don't corrupt yourself' way. And when she goes back to return the ring, he really tried to wipe his hands on his pants, fix himself because he had to at least try to be less horrible as he already is in front of his idol.

As a singer, CSW can carry the notes, but he is not the best singer, not in front of actual tenors in the cast.

Yet his nuanced acting, the level of sensitivity and hyper-awareness he has, the kind of vulnerability he exposes to Christine at Final Lair is one of a kind. You can see he dug into the psychology of the character, imagined how it was like living miserably like him and how it's like to lose everything when he lets Christine, his only source of light and happiness, go.

You feel a lot of things when he's on stage, I truly felt so sorry for him, because his Phantom was such that the world truly let him down. So many realizations you'll see of his character. I think his was the most humanistic rendition of the role I've seen so far. It's a solid performance, and I understand he likes to change the details up every show, no wonder his shows sell out so fast.

[torchickentacos]

15 Questions!

Tagged by @gaycey-sketchit !!!!! Thank you so much for the tag, and I loved reading yours! Long post, sorry lol.

1. Are you named after anyone? Nope! Not to my knowledge, anyways. Though if my mom told me that she named me after Taylor Hawkins from Foo Fighters, I would not be shocked.

2. When was the last time you cried? I think monday? I cry really often, at every single emotion. Happy? I'm going to cry about it. Laughing? My high school theatre class would always point out when they made me cry laugh. Sad? ABSOLUTELY crying about that. I didn't cry but I DID tear up yesterday because I was really happy about something nice someone said to me.

3. Do you have kids? Nope, and no intention of having them. Regardless of my desire to or not (usually not, being the oldest of four is enough for me), my health is not, and never will be, in an acceptable position or ability to go through that, and I've accepted that for a while now.

4. What sports do you play/have you played? As a kid, I played soccer and did gymnastics! In middle school, I BRIEFLY did fencing. My mom told me that when I was fencing is the only time she's ever seen me look truly graceful (lmao, love my mom dw. She's right). Then health stuff came up and I had to stop, but fencing just came as easily to me as breathing did. I always wonder where I'd be if I could have stuck with it. Nothing's ever immediately clicked with me the way fencing did, but it's hell on my joints.

5. Do you use sarcasm? Sometimes, usually when I'm annoyed which isn't TOO often. Or if I'm being hyperbolic for a joke.

6. What is the first thing you notice about people? No clue. I guess their demeanor- if they seem happy or not, if they look stressed, how they're feeling (or how I perceive them as feeling, I guess).

7. What's your eye color? Blue! My friend swears up and down that they're kind of green. I think she's colorblind.

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings!!! I am not built for scary movies. I can do some buzzfeed unsolved and I can watch markiplier play indie horror games but that's kind of my limit. I LOVE some types of horror, but my anxiety does not. I will be paranoid for a month after.

9. Any talents? I can play music by ear. Give me a guitar and a random song and ten minutes at most!

10. Where were you born?

11. What are your hobbies? Landscape/scenery art (also other art but it's much harder), writing, playing guitar (used to play piano too but not well. I also own a ukulele that I'm bad at, but generally I can play something on any instrument you give me). But mostly, I pick up and put down hobbies all the time. I've dabbled in crochet, embroidery, sewing, painting, archery, coding, needle felting, gardening, cooking, a little bit of everything. Never long enough to get good at most of them, though. I get bored too quickly.

12. Do you have any pets? A lovely husky (shelter girlie <3) and a gecko! And, for the gecko, a bunch of crickets at any given point in time, which I guess counts because I have to take care of them, too.

13. How tall are you? 5'2 and a half. 5'4 with my doc martens.

14. Favorite subject in school? Assuming lunch doesn't count, I was a theatre girlie. Assuming THAT doesn't count, English. I liked English because if I didn't have an answer, I could just bullshit one, but I usually did enjoy it and had real answers. I'll tell you why the curtains are blue and why they're the specific fabric they are and what the rest of the room means- if I'm interested, anyways.

15. Dream job? Oh boy, uh. Still trying to figure that out. DREAM job, like, without worrying about money or my physical ability to do it? Pro fencer, but I gave up on that a looong time ago. I genuinely believe I could have done it if my knee hadn't gone to shit at fourteen. I'd love to work in a record store or a music store, though, which is a little more in-reach.

Tagging: Anyone who sees this, lmk if you do it from this post!! But also, NO PRESSURE AT ALL but @soulsilversprings @nowandevermore @lostlegendaerie @mozukumi !!! Also whoever else wants to, I get nervous to tag people so assume you're tagged, too!