raspberryconverse · 1 year ago
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(pardon my bad cropping: it's been at least 8 years since I took a class on video editing and I can't figure out how to do it the way I want it)
When I saw this scene, it really got me thinking. At first I thought, "I never had any crushes on girls when I was younger. Discovering I was bisexual came out of nowhere." Or so I thought, until a few days ago.
I realized I was bisexual when I took a photography class my senior year of high school. My best friend was gay (so gay my mom could tell from across the street when we were 13), so it's not like I didn't know any queer people, but it just never really occurred to me that I could be queer too. Enter Purple-Haired Sarah. She had just moved to our town (I lived in one of those places the majority of people spend their entire childhood there), so I had just met her that year. She wasn't just pretty, but she (obviously) had purple hair and a fun style. If we had to work in pairs or groups, I wanted to be with her. Then one night I had a sexy dream about her. And that's when it clicked for me. Definitely a, "Well, guess I'm bi now." (There was a bit of experimentation with a friend of a friend to confirm, not that you necessarily need to do that)
But I really, truly thought I never had any crushes on other girls when I was younger. I saw this scene and thought, "Yeah, that was never me." I never had that urge to impress or desire to always be around certain friends- oh wait. Maybe I did.
My very first best friend was named Steph, or Steffy when we were younger. We met in second grade. I was always at her house or she was at mine (more often at hers because she had a computer and AOL so we could go in the chat rooms and do other online stuff in the early 90s). She used to live around the corner from me, but she moved a little bit away. Luckily, the school district let her and her brother still go to the same elementary school, but she did end up going to a different junior high/middle school (my district switched when we were in 8th grade, so we only spent 2 years at those schools). We also joined orchestra in 4th grade (violin for me, cello for her), though she didn't continue into JH/MS and I did. What was really interesting was that she facilitated in a crush I had on a boy who played viola (who eventually became a good friend in high school and we did make out a few times). I'd write him notes and she'd drop them in his viola case on her way to the cello section when we had rehearsals for the district wide Orchestra Festival. When we were younger, we both had a major love for the Baby-Sitters Club books. I remember one year I wanted us to dress as two of the characters for Halloween. She was supposed to be Kristy and I was Mary Anne (before her dad loosened up and let her wear things other than skirts and dresses). She didn't follow through with it though, and I was really upset about it.
I was really sad when Steph wasn't able to go to the same school as me for JH/MS. And when she went there, she really changed. TBH, I kinda did too, but I always was really disappointed that she changed so much. We were both big Hanson fans when they first were popular, but I never got into any of the other boy bands or pop artists of the late 90s/early 00s. She became really preppy and I was more punk/alternative (I went through a big Nirvana phase in 8th grade). It broke my heart that she wasn't my best friend anymore and we didn't have as much in common as we used to. We did go to the same high school and we were still friends, but it definitely wasn't the same. But I think the fact that I always wanted to hang out with her, was so disappointed when we weren't at the same school and that she changed so much might have been signs of an early crush (even if I was having crushes on boys at the same time).
The next one without a doubt (though I just thought of this yesterday) was my best friend Rachael. Rachael and I met in third grade and she was a part of my friend group with Steph. Later in elementary school, we were inseparable. She was definitely my best friend out of the friend group. In seventh grade, I spent a lot of time at her house. She even took me on a vacation with her family one summer. Unfortunately, in eighth grade she moved out to the county (IDK why my particular area uses the term "county" instead of "country," but that's just the local vernacular for the area west of the interstate). We stayed close friends, though. I still spent a lot of time at her house because my mom really liked her (not that she didn't like Steph) and as we got older, we got into similar music and clothing styles, unlike Steph. All through high school we spent a ton of time together, despite her being a 25 minute drive away (if that doesn't say something about how much I loved being with her, IDK what does). She was my partner in crime when I had a boyfriend my mom didn't like and she kind of a had thing with his friend too. We talked my grandma into taking us to see them, even though my mom forbade it. When I got a car, I would drive out to hang out with her all the time (and drive her and her boyfriend around and they'd make out in the backseat of my mid 80s Buick and I'd "accidentally" have to slam on the brakes so they'd go flying off the seat). We remained super close all through high school, despite not even being in the same school district. We went to local punk band concerts together, thrift shopped for fun random t-shirts from the kids section (that was kind of our style) and crushed on similar boys.
The only thing that was a bit of a problem with Rachael was when I came out as bisexual, it made her uncomfortable. Maybe she realized my feelings for her were more than platonic even though I didn't. I mean, there was always a lot of ass smacking and other silly things that could totally be seen as flirting, even though I didn't perceive it that way. But looking back, I totally see it now.
The last crush I didn't realize was a crush was the first one that got me thinking about this: Rhianon. I met Rhianon in seventh grade and she was just so cool, especially with such a cool name and I was boring Nicole V. Her parent let her dye fun color streaks in her dark hair and she wore such cool clothes. She was fairly popular, but not in a preppy way like it was in the late 90s. She didn't like boy bands or the other pop singers like Steph. She liked bands like No Doubt (she was very inspired by Gwen Stefani's fashion) and other alternative bands of the time. Honestly, she was kind of an inspiration. I wanted to be more like her. I wanted to be her. Maybe I just wanted her.
We were friends in high school because we still hung with the same crowd. I was definitely jealous of her: her confidence, her style, the boys she was able to date. I distinctly remember a local band show where she was dating one of the trombonist of one of the ska bands who I really like and I legit spent most of the show crying in the bathroom because seeing them all over each other made me so jealous. But was I jealous of her or was I jealous of him?
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I certainly wouldn't have thought so at the time, but looking back, it probably was.
I definitely remember her posting on LiveJournal after she went to college that she had joined a sorority. I actually commented on the post and said I was very disappointed that she had because that just wasn't the Rhianon I knew. One of her new friends replied and didn't understand why I felt so strongly about it. But sororities just weren't very Rhianon, if you asked me. She still remained pretty cool all this time, though. She got married a few years before I did and she wore this really cute almost sort of rockabilly shorter wedding dress with a birdcage veil. I would have loved to be able to pull off something like that (not that I didn't love my wedding dress, because I wouldn't change a thing about the way my wedding turned out, minus the way the arch got set up), but I've just never had the confidence she's always had.
Oh, and the interesting thing about my Rhianon crush I didn't realize was still definitely a crush: she often comments or reacts to my Facebook posts and I was super disappointed that she didn't go to our high school reunion. I would have loved to have seen her. And now I know why.
That a-ha moment is really interesting to think about. Needless to say, Nick's bisexual discovery has made a lot of us older bis realize we had some of those feelings earlier than we originally thought. Even me, who swore up and down it was just Purple-Haired Sarah during senior year that did it for me. The more I think about it, the more I realize she probably wasn't the first.
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ghostmoor · 7 years ago
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I am Out Here still working on Sunset Fugue... Syan is basically one of the few other named characters I actually care about so I always intended to include her but then I decided to rub my gay hands all over things again
Her gf’s name is Mahsa and she’s a cellist (but not a Guardian)
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tedesquire · 3 years ago
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Ghostbusters II (1989) Thoughts
Short version: I really enjoyed the movie and I’m so glad they got the original cast back to reprise their roles. I wish the role of Janine had stayed a bit more similar to the character she was written to be in the first movie, but all in all I think it was great!
Ray <3
Winston <3 he looks so good in this movie?!
OH MY GOD not Ray and Winston doing birthday parties (I didn’t know that happened when I wrote “Family Man” but that is SO in character)
They’re too nice to these kids, like, I love kids, but these little shits would have been slapped in a second if they ever disrespect my babies again.
EGON <3
I love that Dana’s first response is to go to Egon, that’s adorable.
Egon’s “Oh, no”
He looks so happy watching that girl with the puppy
But not as happy as when Dana kisses him!! Get it you science whore!!
Dana telling Peter he reminds her of a game show host and then being a television host in the next movie... he was taking notes.
February 14, 2016 being the day the world is supposed to end?? I’ll count that as a win for the singles.
Elaine... sounds like she’s been through some shit. I feel so bad for her.
HAIRLESS CAT, HAIRLESS CAT, HAIRLESS CAT 😘❤️
Want to steal Peter’s outfit. Love a good turtleneck and blazer combo.
Sigourney Weaver is a QUEEN amongst vulgar men. She knows her worth. Girlboss.
Ray’s rolled up sleeves, glasses, the pipe and his sweater?!?! GOT ME ACTING UP.
Egon and Ray have paranormal experience I’m sure they wouldn’t mind me sucking their souls out of their bodies, all in the name of science, of course.
Peter tilting Ray’s chin!!! 👀👀
“Anyways glad to help, and hug.” I love him, I love him, I love him.
As a musician my body literally clenched when Peter picked up her cello.
“Baby Ticklish”
Dana: “He’s very healthy” Peter: “He’s okay” salty bitch if you had just proposed to her??
Ray with the dinosaur.
God Peter makes me so nervous in this film.
Okay, nobody panic. Just Egon and Ray wearing construction uniforms. NOBODY PANIC. Just Ray speaking in a thick accent. EVERYONE STAY CALM.
Z-ziggy?!?
YO.
Vigo’s crazy-ass Rumplestiltskin plot, okay you dramatic bitch.
Ray Panic
Peter smacking Egon like he’s fucking Mario or some shit.
Shout out to Ray’s fat ass in the harness!!! Mad cake on this man!!
Dana’s too polite. I can’t... men are awful (obviously pardoning the gang)
“I got my law degree at night school” “That’s okay Louis, we got arrested at night.”
I so badly wish Louis had one trait that I could stand.
“Kitten” man I may actually put Peter in the “awful” category.
Ray’s “Egie” ♥️ Your honor, they’re in love.
This judge should be thrown in jail, saying he would have burned them at the stake if the law didn’t prevent it?? FREAK behavior.
Musician time!! Peter’s “Do” is a Bb, Ray’s “Re” is an Eb and Egon’s “Egon” is a F! So in the key of Bb Peter’s do is an accurate pitch, while Ray is actually singing fa, and Egon’s actually singing sol!
Hearing Egon’s laugh is so genuinely joyful for me.
“Spengie” and “Egie” they’re so cute.
OMG JANINE!!! FINALLY!!!
Her style is giving me Edna Mode realness.
Louis and Janine being in the commercial and their stupid little poses 😂
These dark uniforms are... delicious.
Slimer??? What happened??? Who did this to you???
Who came up with the free balloon for kids idea?? I just wanna know!!
I can’t even talk about the mood slime, please.
Dana is such a good mother.
Peter siccing Ray’s niceness on Janosz
My expectations are so low in men I saw Peter bringing Dana flowers and almost cried.
Oof not a Louis and Janine storyline...
Egon cursing is so hot
NO RAY AND EGON CAN’T DIE IN A FIRE THEY’RE TOO SEXY.
Janine is too good for Louis. Please Dan, Harold. What was the thought behind this?
“Get your clothes off, quick” Oh Dr. Spengler I absolutely agree.
I... hate to say it. What did they do to Janine in this movie? She’s smart, witty, and loveable. She doesn’t deserve a loser like Louis. She would have more common sense. Additionally, I can’t tell if the “French bread” comment was supposed to be written as a joke or not but it’s my opinion that Janine wouldn’t fool around while babysitting, she would be focused on her job. I still love her, she’s just written a bit different in this movie compared to the last. Would still die for her.
I respect anyone else’s differing opinion though.
THEY PUT MY BABIES IN STRAIGHTJACKETS??!?!???
Egon in a short-sleeved shirt!!! EVERYONE STAY CALM.
Oscar’s little Winnie the Pooh Pj’s are so cute.
Louis is wearing Spengler’s out uniform?? Is this some role play BS?
Egon saying “Hit it, Mama” with that gravelly tone like I’m already mentally fucked up and you’re just going to say that??
Ray is so... demanding... I love it.
Virgo’s about to catch these fists for messing with my man!!!
I fully cackled at seeing the portrait.
Janosz was driving me crazy because I knew the actor but it wasn’t until the end of he movie that I recognized him as Gary Granger the camp counselor in the Addams Family Values movie!
All in all it’s a good movie! I really liked it!
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open-to-outerspace · 4 years ago
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Alya Asks,
Bedtime can wait- Alya isn't tired anyway. She's a clever and curious girl with a question, and parents who can't resist that adorable smile.
#fsaw21 Day 2: Favorite Season (a day late but ignore that lol!)
read on Ao3 or continue below!
There it is. That smile. The one that accentuates her dimples. The one that she reserves for special purposes only, like when she asks for ice cream before dinner, because that has most certainly happened on multiple occasions, and her father with his sweet tooth has most certainly given in more than once.
That smile, paired with a scrunched up nose that makes her look just like her mum, is Alya’s secret weapon. Leverage is the precise word, but Fitz and Jemma aren’t sure they want to name it, lest their clever daughter get any more ideas. Not that knowing the word would make any difference: she already wields enough power to convince May and Coulson to fly in for a sleepover on occasion, but there’s no need encourage her.
So when Fitz and Jemma are settling in their daughter for bed one night, they should’ve been more prepared against her glowing smile.
“I’m not tired,” chirps Alya, while Jemma tucks a blanket around the small girl.
“But you have to sleep or else you’ll be tired tomorrow.” Fitz raises his eyebrows, knowing that in their family, logic is always the winning argument. However, Alya isn’t amused with his reasoning and pouts. Fitz and Jemma wait a moment, patiently hoping their young daughter relents, but not a minute later, the girl’s pout disappears and is replaced with something more mischievous.
There it is. That smile. Except this time it’s paired with those bright blue eyes not even a Chronicom can deny.
“I’m not tired, please tell me a story. Then I’ll be ready for bed.” With Alya all tucked in and holding her stuffed monkey, she is the picture of contentment and Jemma can’t help but laugh. One glance at Fitz, who is subtly shaking his head and failing to hide his own mirth, confirms they’ve both accepted defeat.
“And what story would you like to hear tonight, sweet girl?” Jemma sits on the bed and strokes Alya’s cheek as Fitz moves toward the bookcase that houses all kinds of stories, both fiction and fact.
“I want to hear your stories.”
Fitz’ hand, which was ready to take one of the fairytales off the shelf, freezes in midair. He pauses for a second to register her words and then turns toward his two girls, “Pardon?”
“Your stories. I am only six years old but the universe has existed for much longer than that. I want to know what you were doing all that time, too.”
Fitz smirks, unable to help himself, “I think she just called you old, Jemma.”
“Oh, hush you. Alya, that’s a lovely thought. Anything you were thinking about in particular?”
“Not really,” she furrows her brows in concentration, “I guess… what were you like at my age?”
Fitz settles himself on the other side of Alya. With a sigh, he grasps the tiny hand of the stuffed monkey in her arms.
“Quite lonely actually, since it was only me and Nana.” Fitz pauses, deep in thought, “It wasn’t bad, though, just different. Still good.”
“Different can be good,” Alya speaks to herself, a small smile playing at her lips. Her words ground him, and Fitz takes her hand in his.
“Mhmm, you and I grew up differently, but we’re also very much alike.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Just as smart. Just as curious. Just as stubborn.” The twinkle in both his and Alya’s eyes only serve to reinforce his words, and it becomes so bright, in fact, that the girl has to look away and turn to her mother.
“And how about you, Mama?”
“Me? Oh, I loved learning about the world around me. And I was very grateful for my parents because they encouraged it. But, looking back, it also was a bit lonely.”
“How’d you get not lonely?”
Fitz and Jemma can’t help but chuckle at their daughter’s phrasing. Taking Alya’s hand in hers, Jemma’s expression turns mock serious, “Hmm. How’d I get not lonely, you ask? We must’ve been 16, isn’t that right, Fitz?”
“Oh, yeah, that’s when Mama and I met. 16 and achingly shy.” Jemma rolls her eyes in adoration.
Alya speaks slowly, as if testing the words in her mouth. “Achingly shy. What does that mean?”
“Well, I though your Da didn’t like me at first.”
“But I did. I was just nervous. We both were. And hey, it worked out alright.”
“It worked out perfectly. We had a lot of fun.”
“Wow, what’d you do?” Fitz and Jemma turn to one another, then, imagining themselves back at the Academy.
“Learnt a lot, mostly.”
“Spent a lot of time together.”
“Watched the telly.”
“Studied some more.”
“Made a few inventions.”
“Went on adventures.”
“Adventures?” Alya perks up at the word. Jemma once again caresses her daughter’s cheek.
“Lots of adventures. And we made lots of new friends along the way, too. So we didn’t have to be lonely anymore.”
The two adults continue to reminisce. With every sentence, Alya turns her head toward the speaker, enthralled at the ease of their conversation. She’s also beginning to grow tired and stopped paying full attention about 10 sentences ago. There were some things she did catch: talk of a bus and a playground. Shaving cream and cellos. Fish tanks and fish pills? A trip and an alien lady.
Alya’s train of thought immediately halts as she’s suddenly reminded of her own alien friend, Enoch. And that thought immediately leads to a new question, knocking her out of her stupor. “But wait, how’d we end up in space?”
The couple looks at each other, their surprise quickly giving way to soft smiles and an unspoken agreement.
“Okay, that’s a story for another time.” Before Alya notices the change in Fitz’ tone, he stands up and kisses her forehead.
“Good night, darling,” whispers Jemma, as she follows suit and kisses Alya gently on the cheek.
All too soon, Jemma and Fitz turn off the light and close the door. With the calming voices of her parents still fresh in her mind, Alya falls asleep soon enough, dreaming of her own adventures yet to be.
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thewritingstar · 4 years ago
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Enchanted For a Moment: Reds fic
Chapter 2. Chapter One here
Pairing: Blossom x Brick
Royal Au
I hope you all are enjoying the story. I think this might be a three chapter story so stay tuned. I appreciate the love and support!!
Chapter 2: Stained glass eyes and the heartbreak of a rose 
She was practically glowing when she walked through her door. She couldn’t recall the last time she felt this light and free, almost like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders.
Bubbles eyes shot up as her sister hummed along as she waltzed upstairs, passing by the small kitchen.
“I don’t think I’ve seen her this happy since she finished those books last summer.” Buttercup said before drinking the rest of her rum.
Bubbles nose scrunched in disgust as she tasted the amber liquid. “That's so nasty BC, how are you married before me?��� She complained to her twin sister. It was almost humorous how different they looked but with the older sister being a fiery red head, they couldn’t seem to mind.
Buttercup laughed and wiggled the bottle. “Because of this stuff. Now I gotta get ready for the next trip.”
“You said you were leaving next month.” Bubbles pouted. “Why are you going to ship at night time anyways?” She questioned.
Buttercup’s stone cold face broke out into a giant grin and winked before Bubbles made another gross face and started to run upstairs. “Blossom! Buttercup is talking about nasty stuff she's gonna do with her husband, save me!”
“I didn’t say anything!” Blossom could hear the smirk in her voice as Bubbles barged into their shared room.
“Oh calm down Bubs let her enjoy herself.” She waved her hand at her little sister.
Bubbles gasped, loud and romantically. “Blossom since when-who are you? What did you do with my snobby sister?” Bubbles giggled before leaping onto the bed while she watched Blossom braid her hair. “And why are you so happy?”
Blossom turned in her chair to face her wide eyed sister. “I just had the most magical evening.” She said with a bright smile. Her eyes lit up as she talked and Bubbles was listening intensely as Blossom went on and on about a picnic and how educated this man was.
“And he knows all the classics and never corrected me once. Bubbles, the man did not look down on me, it was just...nice.” She sighed happily. “And he wants me to come to the ball-”
“THE BALL!” Bubbles practically screamed. She jumped off the bed and took Blossom's hands in hers. “Oh my what are you going to wear? YOU NEED TO LOOK BETTER THAN THAT PRINCESS BITCH, OH BLOSSY YOU AND YOUR PRINCE CHARMING!” Blossom swore the neighbors could hear them as Bubbles bounced around the room.
“I was hoping you could make the dress?” Blossom asked and Bubbles froze.
She turned and blinked those baby blue eyes that adored her so well. Tears brimmed them as she hugged her sister tightly. “I am going to make you the most incredible gown you could ever hope for!” She gasped and pulled away. “The ball is on Friday, that gives me...THAT GIVES ME ONE DAY BLOSSOM, ONE DAY.”
“Please stop yelling honey.” But the blonde was running, actually running out the door.
“Move Buttercup I need fabric.” And she heard a thud. Did Bubbles run over Buttercup?
Blossom could hardly care as she flopped on the bed and covered her face with a pillow. She felt like a little girl right now or one of her students. How was she this flustered over a man she had just met. Every negative thing Princess had said to her slipped away as she closed her eyes and allowed herself to fall asleep. -- “Blossom move again and I will stab you with my pin on purpose.” Bubbles scolded her sister as she pulled the corset tighter until she could hardly breath.
Buttercup let out a low whistle as Blossom spun around. “Gotta say Bubbles, this is your best work.”
Blossom let out a gasp as she looked at herself. “Its stunning.” She touched the layers of fabric as it cascaded down to her feet. “And the color.” A beautiful baby pink.
Bubbles had become a fairy godmother in that moment. She stood smiling after pinning the last flower to the bottom. The giant pink ball gown had a silk ribbon around her waist and flower details that gathered at the bottom.
“And a final touch.” Blossom bent down as she placed the flower crown around her sister's bun. “And done! Oh Blossy you are a beautiful princess.” Bubbles cooed.
“Hot piece of ass.” Buttercup added. “Don’t give me that look Blossom.”
“Ahh look at the time! Go, go, go! Buttercup the carriage! She needs a royal entrance.”
Buttercup rolled her eyes as they made their way downstairs. “Oh if only dad could see you.” Bubbles whined.
“Too bad he's out collecting potions in the kingdom over.” Buttercup said as she opened the door to the carriage that her husband may or may not have stolen back from the palace grounds. “Alright let's go.” Buttercup grabbed the reins of the horse and for once Blossom actually felt like a royal. -- “Umm Brick?” Princess snapped her fingers at him. “What are you looking for?” She said as he spun her around and she stepped on his foot for the third time that dance, god she was the worst.
“Nothing.” he muttered as he looked over the crowd of guests. Why wasn’t he surprised that she hadn’t shown, maybe the fear of Princess got to her.
“Oh my look at her.” He heard a woman say and their eyes went to the new wave of people walking in. He assumed they were looking at the other rich people but his eyes landed on her.
He lost his breath in his throat. His eyes could hardly keep off her as she walked gracefully. If he didn’t know any better, he would have mistaken her for a princess, or a queen.
She hadn’t spotted him yet as she took in the ballroom. It was gorgeous. The giant crystal chandeliers and the violins playing. The golden decor and lights made her skin practically glow. He was awestruck as she walked over to one of the maids and slightly curious, of course she was kind to them.
Princess pouted again and he looked at her. He felt his frown deepen as she laid his head against his chest. “Imagine if we got married.” He wanted to vomit. Her finger glided on his chest and she looked up at his thoroughly heavy lashes. “Wouldn’t you enjoy that?” She asked innocently. No. He wouldn’t.
He could see it now. The high pitched shriek of her waking him up every morning. Her leaving him with every critical decision instead of her being a leader, not to mention she wasn’t that bright. Great. Just great. It would be an empty marriage, one that they couldn’t escape. And even if he could normally, his position as king would make him locked down, he couldn’t just leave. He was trapped.
“Yeah.” Wow he was a charmer. She sighed and rested her head against him again, her crown almost took out one of his eyes and he tried not to sound so uninterested.
To his left he saw one of the other suitors trying not to look creepy by watching him. Brick moved his shoulder so her head came up and he nodded the other guy over.
“Here dance with him.” He started before walking away and ignoring her protests.
“Mary is doing wonderful in class.” Blossom said to the maid holding a tray of drinks. The woman smiled.
“She always tells me how wonderful you are and I can tell she's telling the truth.” Blossom thrived on the validation of her students' parents, it just meant that she was doing good in the world, changing little minds lives one class at a time.
“Pardon me for interrupting but may I steal Miss Blossom away?” Brick asked and they both looked his way as he extended his hand toward her gloved one.
She smiled before taking it. “You may.” She almost giggled like Mary did when she found a note in her desk.
Her arm wrapped around his as they made their way to the dance floor where a new song was starting. “You look exquisite.” He whispered to her as she spun her and pulled her waist to him.
“And you look very handsome.”
“I know.”
“I take it back.” She said as he lifted his arm and twirled her underneath before pulling him flush with his chest.
“You can’t. I won’t allow it.” He smirked as he led her into a formal dance, one that was much more entertaining than Princesses. Blossom followed along like an expert, matching all of his spins and moves. Plus she never stepped on his foot.
The room faded before them. It was just them and she became completely enchanted for a moment.
The soft look on his face as their eye contact never broke, she was now smiling brightly, her eyes shining bright and it reminded him of stained glass. Each small speck in her eyes was that of a different hue of pink. It almost nailed him that she didn’t realize how captivating she was.
“You are simply a natural Miss Blossom.” He condemned her.
“Not too bad yourself Sir Brick.” She giggled as the song came to an end and soon the sound of an applause came around them. Another song began to play as cellos and violins started in tune.
It was a ballad, one of her favorites. Even with no lyrics she had studied the song. It was about the thrill of love and wonders that came from it. She had met the composer before when he came to the castle and she had the chance to talk to him. He said he wanted to capture love in a song and when two people danced to it, you would know if that was your soulmate.
Brick guided her through the steps. “I love this song.” He whispered to her.
“It is quite the extensive piece.” She said as they spun. “The story line is very poetic too.”
“I think the man who designed it knew what he was doing.” He smiled at her. “And I think he was right.” He tried to say the last part quietly but she heard him and looked up at him through her lashes.
“I think so too.” The notes trickled out as the orchestra ended the song. They did their collective bow before she heard almost a displeased gruff.
She looked around and saw the fiery red face of the Princess and her grip on Brick tightened. “We-”
“Outside, she wouldn’t dare to leave.” He pulled her away from the crowds and to the back door where the balcony was and the steps to the garden.
“You know you are quite the dancer, where did you learn?” He asked as they leaned against the marble edge.
Blossom fiddled with her glove. “Oh my sisters loved coming to the galas that were open to the public. Bubbles talked non stop about wanting to waltz with a prince so I studied and read up and practiced. She was thrilled when I spun her around when we were little. I guess I never lost my knowledge and the small pubs have some small events from time to time but you have been the best dance partner no doubt.”
A sudden burst of pride fled through him. Of course he knew he was the best, he was classically trained after all but when it came from her, so sincere and meaningful, it actually meant something more.
“Well to be fair, you are the best dancer I’ve known.”
He watched the blush on her face. Pink suited her. “Oh well I'm sure Princess was wonderful.”
He snorted. “Yeah if you stepped on my feet seven times then you could be a master dancer like her.”
“She stepped on you! Oh that’s rich.” She laughed.
“I don’t know what's worse, her sharp heel digging into the top of my foot or the fact that she talked about marriage.” It was his turn to laugh but nothing came from Blossom's lips.
He looked at her but she was staring off towards the garden. Her brows drew together as her lips held a small frown. He didn’t like when she frowned he had decided.
“Well that's what you are here for.” She muttered and suddenly the mood shifted. He could sense that she was going to cry, as if she remembered something tragic, not it was this that was tragic.
There were a few seconds where he lost control of his body and took her hand. She gazed at him in a way that was unexpected and questioning but he brushed every warning and hesitation away as he placed his lips on hers. -- Princess’s grip on the suitor tight end as she watched her future husband leave with a random woman out the back doors. How dare he! She caught the sight of a red ribbon around her waist and grew angrier. The tutor, the peasant, blossom, that bitch, what was she doing here?
She pushed away the man before stomping up the stairs towards her father.
“Daddy.” She spat. “I want Brick to marry me and that is final.” She demanded.
Her father swirled his drink around before nodding. “Of course darling.”
She gave a sinister smile. She snapped her fingers at a butler. “Go retrieve that boy.” She sat on her throne and pouted. “I hate her.” She said to herself and waited for her charming prince to come back.  
--
A simple village girl, a tutor to the princess, she was nothing but ordinary. She held no value to anyone even if she could read and write, even if she was intelligent and refined. Her tears blurred as he kissed her. It felt so wrong but she enjoyed it. She could only imagine what would happen to her if they were all to find out. A prince kissing a street rat, a village nobody. She wants to scream and tell him to stop, saying she isn’t worthy and that he's wasting his time but the warm feeling that swirled within her made all those thoughts slip away.
The way he held her and whispered her name when they danced and how he didn’t treat her like dirt but an equal. No one had come to her level of intelligence and yet he was reciting ancient poems that only the highest minds could know. In this moment of tender bliss she begged for it to last for an eternity, she wanted to keep him to herself and be by his side. She had read all those stories of love before, was this one of them? The prince and the tutor, a royal and a peasant. All of those thoughts were plausible in stories but this, this was real life.
He pulled away and gently rubbed his thumb over her tears. His eyes sparkled in the glow of the light, they were stunning. Like the rubies that adored the crowns of the royals, that deep rich red color soon became one of her favorites.
She felt breathless and flustered in the best way possible but deep down the sadness grew.
“Sir-”
“Brick is just fine.” he whispered.
“Brick.” She said hesitantly. “I am no princess or royal. I am just a simple woman who can read and write. I can not offer all that those fair maidens and the princess can, I’m sorry.” She took his hand away from her face and began to walk away.
He felt a jab in his heart and this sudden jolt went through him like a spark. He followed her and grabbed her hand. “Blossom, please.”
Those rosy eyes he became so fond of held tears. Her face grew slightly red and even with the warm tears dripping down her face ever so softly, she still looked radiate. “Don’t” She tried to protest but it was weak and strained.
“Well Blossom.” He pulled her waist softly toward him. “If she is a princess, then by all means, you are a goddess.” His kiss was slower than the first as if he was trying to show her that he meant every word. She could easily say yes, run away and live the life of what many dream of.
“Didn’t think you of a poet.” She murmured.
The small laugh he left out made her smile slightly as he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it lightly. “Well Blossom, there are a lot of things that you don’t know, but I would be more than happy to show you.” ahh the cocky attitude is back but she didn’t really mind this time.
She felt the flames on her cheek as he kissed beneath her earlobe. She felt the hum of his lips as she let out an embarrassing moan, one that she hoped no one heard and she was thankful they were hidden away from the rest of the party.
Her fingers danced on the back of his neck as yet another noise escaped. She was getting lost in the moment, his lips finding hers again.
The instant she heard the slightest creak of the glass door, she pushed him away hastily and she was luckily because one of the butlers walked out.
“Sir Brick, the princess would like to see you on the ballroom floor.” He said and Brick nodded curtly.
“I have-” he turned to Blossom who was already smoothing out her skirt and the light in her eyes had faded.
Reality came back to her. Those few moments they shared were now being shunned and locked away. She watched him look towards the door, the sign of any future that has them together slipping away thread by thread. She felt her chest tense up and her throat tighten, she shouldn’t be surprised really. All she would ever amount to is the village woman who could read.
He stepped her way, wanting to say goodbye before going inside. “Blossom, what happened between us-” She placed her hands on his chest, fixing his royal emblem pin. Her voice barely above a whisper as she held her tears back and gave him a smile with empty eyes.
“You’ll make a great king.”
He tried to reach for her again but she was already hurrying towards the garden exit of the castle, away from all of this. He wanted to run to her, tell her that he would give up his crown and pride but he stopped himself and felt the weight of the world come crashing down. His stone cold facade returned as he went to the ballroom. He could hear the high pitch cries of the princess and he realized how Blossom’s voice rivaled hers.
There was nothing refined or elegant about her anyways. Just a spoiled brat born with a golden spoon and crown. He hid his scoff as he pushed past the guest and to her private seating area.
“Your majesty.” He said with a cold tone as he held his hand out to her. “Care for a dance?” --- It was times like this where Blossom wanted to scream and cry, not caring who hears her. Her breathing was coming out short and fast after she practically ran through the gardens. She knew these woods well and allowed herself to openly cry. What was the point anyways?
She had never even humored the idea of marriage let alone love but now that she could see herself falling for someone who made her feel important and smart and beautiful. No. She couldn’t encourage this behavior anymore, he was going to marry Princess and she would return to her home. Maybe open a school house, expand the little minds around her...yes that sounds good.
She couldn’t tell how long she ran until she found the familiar hidden pond deep within the forest. She slumped against a tree, not caring if her gown got ruined or had dirt caked into it. She let out a sob and let herself sink to the ground. If this were her sisters she would probably scold them and say that men didn’t matter, that they should focus on themselves but she understood now.
The amount of times Bubbles came home crying and breaking off another engagement, thinking it's been five so far, Blossom could only comfort her so much.
She could hardly breath. Is this what heartbreak was? She was like a candle. Standing tall and sturdy but he came towards her like a burning flame and with each passionate moment, her wick got smaller and smaller. The drips of the wax falling slowly and she barely noticed her candle getting lower and lower and now she was at the base of the pan. It was too late to rebuild herself, his flame burning her until she was a mere puddle and then he was a spark, blown out and gone, never to return. He was a spark that could bounce around until it was captured and put out, no matter where they were, there was always going to be a brutal and devastating ending to them.
“He’ll be a king.” She whimpered.
--- After what felt like hours of dancing and listening to Princess’s ungodly shrill voice, he excused himself and found himself on the balcony once again. He wished she was still her. That gorgeous pink gown that complemented her soft skin. She would probably yell at him for skipping his royal duties but accept that kiss.
“She's kinda annoying.” Of course Butch was out here with a cigar in his hand, smoke dancing in the wind.
“Princess? Yeah don’t have to tell me twice.” Brick scoffed and dreadfully accepted the cigar. He rarely smoked but after all this shit, he needed it.
“You know bro, I say you run away with that little honey.” Butch laughed. Of course he would say that. He was the one who ran away with that damn pirate queen and practically sold his soul over to the seas.
“Not all of us have that luxury, some of us have a reputation to uphold.”
Butch could only laugh. A real deep laugh that had tears pouring out of his eye. “I am so sorry your majesty!” He said in a mocking tone and slapped his knee. “You do realize you can do whatever you want right?”
“Does your wife let you do whatever you want?” He smirked. Butch rolled his eyes and took another lone inhale.
“Kinda as long as i beg for it.” He winked and was met with a punch to the shoulder. “Look dude all I'm saying is that you don’t have to be what our “father” wants you to be. Sure we were born for the soul purpose of marrying rich and being royalty but take a load off.``
Brick only huffed and slumped against the railing.
“I mean look at Boomer. That boy is dumber than anything and has been ready to marry six different girls and now as a new girl, but to be fair I’ve never seen him so attached to someone before. Apparently she's just a pub singer, nothing fancy and yet he's like a puppy chasing after her.”
“Yeah I know. He talked my ear off last night. Must be nice to be the youngest.”
“You’re no fun when you’re moping” butch complained. “I miss when you would break the rules and cause chaos, rebel against everything, guess I’ll the one who kept that flame.”
“You mean us being reckless children?” And he nodded. And yeah those were the good times. Running around the castle, scaring the maids and breaking everything in sight.
“Just imagine it. You get to rip off that ugly ass outfit and run towards your little gingersnap. No playing palace or having everyone’s life in your hands. They will find a replacement. I’m only gonna say this once. I care about you and just want you to be happy, no regrets.”
“No regrets. He repeated to himself. “Thanks Butch.” -- He was called into the king's private study later in the week. He was sitting before him, wondering what on earth could he possibly want, maybe to throw him out? He couldn’t care less.
“Sir Brick.” The king's gruff voice finally arrived. “My darling little Princess has been watching all of her suitors closely.”
“I assumed she would be.”
“And after much consideration.” Here it comes. “She has chosen you.”
What.
“Me?” He asked in disbelief. This was the last thing he wanted. He was rude and unpleasant, arrogant and snotty. He hated the princess and now she wanted to be wed to him. Why?
He thought back to the ball. Oh. Blossom. He remembers how angry she was, smoke practically coming from her ears as he danced with Blossom. The way her fists tightened over and over and she stepped on his foot, probably on purpose when they finally danced.
It was revenge. Princess had so many other men who were throwing themselves at her and she decided to make the worst choice.
“Of course you. She was crying at how happy you made her and how could I refuse my dumpling like that?” Damn it, the crybaby card.
“Your highness, while Princess is a lovely woman-”
“This doesn’t sound like a marriage proposal.” The king interrupted.
Brick cursed under his breath. “You know Brick, when someone like you is invited to a place like this, you would think they would show a little gratitude. After all the only reason you are here is to marry my daughter, don’t tell me that little wench of a peasant is worth more than my Princess.”
His eyes shot open. “I am not stupid Brick but if you make the wrong move, consider yourself dead.”
Did he just threaten me? Brick nodded and swallowed hard. “My apologies for your highness, I didn’t mean anything negative to my statement. I was just surprised that your daughter wanted me. I knew how much other suitors would love to have her hand and it was a bit overwhelming to be her first choice. As for the peasant.” He swallowed. “That was a bit of charity, nothing more.”
The king leaned back in his chair. He gave Brick a smile. “You’re a nice boy Brick, just imagine all the riches are yours.” He slipped a velvet box towards him, it contained a ring no doubt. “Be smart, people like us don’t have time for others. Stay in the role you were given.”
He gripped the box in his hand and stood.
“King Brick, has a nice ring to it.” The king smirked as Brick sneered and left with the door slamming behind him.
He was filled with a boiling rage. Blackmailed into marriage, Butch would get a kick out of this. Why did he even bother? Maybe the king was right, maybe he should just marry Princess and get it over with. He could have all the money he’s ever dreamed of and the luxury of ruling over people. The life he's always wanted.
He tried to think of the positives. It's not like he was in love with Blossom anyways. They had just met so he even claimed that idea was outrageous. She would understand, they came from two different worlds after all.
“What did you really expect him to fall in love with you? You of all people. A worthless no good peasant who thinks reading a sentence is actually something special. But guess what Blossom. You’re not. Those stupid stories you read are all lies. Someone at his level is far above someone who should be six feet under. You are the worms and we are the flowers. You deserve nothing and I’m not sure why daddy has kept you here all this time, you are pathetic!”
Tears began to form in Blossom's eyes as she stood with a frozen stance. “Princess you are a terrible person.”
“I’m mean? Big news as if i didn’t already know. See this crown. You can’t touch me. After our wedding, no one will ever bother testing me again. I’ll take away your school house, make you wish you weren’t born. To even think that you had a smallest chance with him. You are a poor fool Blossom. And this.” She pointed up and down at her and threw a book at her feet. “Is all you will ever be.”
She couldn’t take it anymore. “I’d rather be poor and kind than a bitter bitch like you. If anyone is a fool, it's you Princess, because who could ever love a heartless person like yourself?”
“You’re fired.” Princess spat.
The air grew cold as those words processed through her mind. Blossom took her bag and lifted her head high not letting her tears get in the way.
She slammed the door open and ran. Tears blurring her vision and she couldn’t care. Princess was right, they all were. Who could love someone at her level? She was nothing, dirt had more value than all of them.
Her sobs were loud as she practically flew through the castles corridors and towards the garden exit. Her mind was running wild until she collided with something hard. Her back hit the ground with a thud and she knew she probably bruised her elbow.
“Blossom?” She looked up to see a figure standing before her. Through her blurry tears she could barely make out who it was until his hand helped her up.
“Brick I-” She felt it, her heart breaking into a million pieces as she glared at the box. Every fiber of her being was now falling apart as she took a step back and tried to bite back her quivering lip. “She chose you.” She couldn’t look him in the eyes, it would be too painful.
“Yes well, her father left me no choice.”
“Typical, she did the same for me.” She finally regained her sense and wiped away those dreadful tears. “It was only a matter of time.”
“If it means anything-”
“Don’t.” She stopped him. “We both are smart enough to comprehend our situation.” She took a deep breath before meeting those red eyes she grew fond of. “But if it meant anything, I agree.”
“You’ll still be the tutor.” He was trying to make a horrible situation better. “I know in those books there's always the secret affair.” He tried to laugh but her face only darkened.
“I was fired just now.”
“I can re-”
“No. I do not want any part of this any more. It's not worth the trouble, I am.. I’m not worth the trouble.” She whispered the last part.
He took a step forward, his height overshadowing hers slightly. “Somehow I don’t believe that.” His lips were soft against hers and their kiss was slow like they were trying to saver the final moment. Her hands hesitantly reached up and caressed his cheek, pulling him closer and titling the angle to kiss him deeper.
In all those stories and all the tales, the ones meant to be together, always ended up like so. But she had a feeling that this small moment in time would only end in a tragedy.
They pulled away with silent pants.
“You could get in trouble.” She murmured as his lips pressed to the corner of her mouth.
“You’ll be married.” kiss.  
“I could always leave.” He whispered.Kiss.
“We just met.” Kiss
“So did spoiled brat and i” Kiss
“Love at first sight isn’t real.” Kiss
“Never said I was in love.” Kiss
“Neither did I.” She kissed him back this time. The collar of his shirt was in her hands as she smashed their lips together with a burning passion. This was so wrong, so incredibly wrong. “I'm a peasant.” She said.
“I see you as nothing but an educated woman who is making me extremely tempted to run away with you.” There was a sparkle in his eyes. Like a flicker of a flame.
Her tears were long gone now as the blush spread upon her face. He could see it in her eyes. The flickering back and forth, she was thinking about it. Oh he tempted her. He knew she was running every possible scenario in her head, the cogs turning and he kissed her lips lightly and quick.
“Or I could get married to a woman who only wants me out of spite.” Blossom let go of his collar and took a step back. That small smile she wore so well came onto her face.
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70s Vintage (one-shot)
80s Retro (one-shot)
70s Bling (one-shot)
70s Glam (one-shot)
Synopsys: More shenanigans ensue as the Taylors hang around the set. And if the BoRhap boys thought they were wild on nights out, they’ll be proven severely wrong.
Pairing: Roger Taylor x f!Reader
Genre: fluff
Warnings: drinking, swearing, alluding to sexy times ;)
Word count: 2595
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When Brian May walked up to the BoRhap boys who were engaged in a discussion about how to better work off of one another during the big Live Aid scene, Ben in the meantime had been struggling to get one particular bit in ‘Radio Ga Ga’ right, so Bri, the ever-loving father figure, went out on a search for the real drummer.    “Has anyone seen Rog? Ben’s struggling with getting the movements down.”    The guys only shook their heads when Jon got a quizzical look on his face. “We haven’t seen Roger in like half an hour. In fact, we haven’t seen Y/N for twenty minutes either.”    It was a bold suggestion, but by the eye roll that Brian did, they knew they hit the jackpot. And all the confirmation they needed came in the form of a thoroughly dishevelled Y/N.    “Did you have fun?” Brian asked, and she winked at her old friend.    “I think Roger enjoyed it a bit more, this time.”    “Well, is he put together enough to go out and help Ben?” Brian asked, just as the blond actor came up to the guys, drumsticks tightly clutched between his fingers.    “Come on, love,” Y/N said linking her arm through his elbow. “Rog is a bit preoccupied at the moment, so I’ll try and help as much as I can.”    Ben’s eyebrows were high up on his forehead. “You know how to drum?”    She hummed in response, and the crowd, seeing him and the woman walk out on stage went wild, chanting Y/N’s name like she was a Goddess there to fulfil all of their wishes. With a small wave, she sat down behind the drum set and adjusted the height of the little round bench. “I also know how to play the cello, violin, bass, guitar, piano and trumpet.”
   Expertly Y/N twirled the drumstick and looked up at Ben. “Which part were you struggling with, honey?”    But even before she could tap a snare, Roger stormed on stage, the crowd of extras going absolutely crazy.    “No,” he pointed a finger at Y/N. “Not happening. You’re not stealing my spotlight.”    A smirk tugged up her lips, seeing that purplish mark on his neck, which he so desperately had tried to cover up with a shawl, but it was still peeking through. “Your spotlight? Love, it’s Ben that’s gonna be on stage, not you.”    Roger raised a grey eyebrow. “And who do you think he’s playing? Me! Ha!”    “Fine,” Y/N stood up, leaving the drumsticks on the chair. “But who do you think is sleeping on the couch? You! Ha!” and with a wide smile plastered over her face, Y/N waved at the roaring crowd and disappeared behind the scenes.    The grey drummer put his hands on his hips and looked up to the sky, letting out a deep sigh.    “You alright?” Ben asked, clearly concerned if he’d somehow made a mistake and offended the legend.    “Yeah,” Roger nodded, sitting down behind the drums. “Just can’t figure out how the hell did I fall in love with a woman who infuriates me so much.” But he said it with nothing but adoration in his voice.
***
   “Ronnie, I’m telling you, it’s crazy freaky,” Y/N sat in one of the sofas in the trailer that was labeled 'THE BAND AND PAUL'. “I’m telling you! Look, I’ll just send you a picture and then you can see for yourself.”    As Y/N pulled the phone away from her ear and went into the photos folder, Joe walked inside, fingers massaging his scalp as he had just been able to get the wig removed.    The woman gave him a small smile, before doing a double take and practically shouting “Don’t move!” and putting her phone back to her ear. “Imma switch to Facetime.” She said to whoever was on the other line and Joe just stood there confused.    Y/N turned the phone to him and the man almost choked on his spit seeing the Veronica Deacon on the other side, the woman’s eyes widening at the appearance of Joe. Silence took over the trailer before she quietly asked when he was born.    “Nine- ninete- 1983. September 21, 1983,” Joe stuttered out. “Mam.”    Veronica narrowed her eyes before yelling down the house. “John, you better come here and explain some things to me!”    Joe couldn’t believe what was actually happening as John Deacon came in view, the man rubbing his eyes as if he had just been rudely awoken.    “If this is Y/N again, trying to persuade you to go bar hopping, I’m not joining. Last time ended with you in a jail cell and her in Scotland.”    But just as he was about to talk further about the crazy things the two women had done, he stopped, looking Joe dead in the eye. Veronica for a second thought he wasn’t breathing, but then John cleared his throat.        “Hello,” he warmly smiled at Joe who was still frozen in the spot. “You must be mister Mazzello. Brian and Roger have had nothing but good things to say about you and the guys.”    Joe just stared at the rock legend, mouth hanging open, cause holy fucking shit, he was talking to the Disco Deaky. Y/N smiled looking at the star-struck actor and glanced at Veronica who cleared her throat and crossed her arms.    “Are you sure you didn’t have an affair with someone in late 1982 or early 1983?” Veronica turned her head to the side as John looked at her fondly but rolled his eyes. “I’m just saying, you look quite uncanny.”    Joe laughed at that and he couldn’t help but feel relief flood his veins. They spent a few minutes talking about the music of Queen and how Y/N had been the one to push Veronica to ask Deaky out on a date.    “She was so bloody petrified that he wouldn’t say yes, she came to my flat and we both got drunk. In the end, she ended up calling him and slurring out that she liked him and wanted to go out on a date.”    “And she,” Veronica pointed at Y/N, “ended up calling Freddie, who was also coincidentally drunk that night, and convinced him that flying over to New York that night was a good idea.”    Y/N shrugged, remembering how she had woken up next to a passed-out Freddie, in a hotel room. Her scream had been the thing that had stirred both of them up, massive hangovers already forming.    “What the fuck did we do last night?” Y/N asked, rummaging through the first aid kit she had found underneath the sink in the bathroom for some painkillers. “Where are we?”    Freddie had been very nonchalant about all of it, as he made two cups of black coffee. “Well, my love, by the view outside of the window, I’d say we're on some thirty-odd story of a hotel in the middle of New York.”    Y/N had choked on the water she was drinking. “New York? How the fuck did we end up in New York?”    Veronica smiled, reminiscing about how much fun it had been to tease the two as they caught the first plane home. “Almost gave Rog a heart attack. He thought she’d run off with someone.”    “Honestly, he overreacted way too much,” Y/N replied, and it was like he had been waiting to be mentioned, Roger stepped in the trailer.    “What are you two conspiring about? Y/N if you’ve put some bloody dumb ideas in his head, I swear you’ll be the one staying at Bri’s.”    She rolled her eyes and scooted closer to Joe, to make room for Roger to sit down.    “Deaky!” his blue eyes lit up like Christmas trees, seeing his old friend. “How are you?”    “Good. We were just talking about when Y/N and Fred got so hammered they ended up in the city that never sleeps. And she was just saying how you overreacted.”    “Overreacted?” Roger’s eyes shot up to his forehead. “One second you and Ronnie are simply drinking wine at your flat, the next I hear is Freddie’s hungover voice telling me to be at the airport in nine hours, since you two had fucked off to God knows where.”    “We had gone out on two dates, Rog. You really took it as if I had cheated on you and married the pool boy.”    “You were still my friend, even if we weren’t dating then. So, pardon me if I got worried.”    Y/N rolled her eyes, but her heart swelled at the thought of Roger taking care of her like that.    The five of them talked a bit more about what wild things they’d done in the past and a little bit about how Joe could become an even more convincing Deaky. Soon enough, he was called to set, and with a very solemn look, he said goodbye to Veronica and John, exiting the trailer.    “Honestly, you two,” Deaky said through the phone pointing at his wife and Y/N, “are forbidden to drink without supervision.”    Roger laughed and nodded along, but the glance Ronnie threw Y/N, whose smirk had widened tenfold, was enough to make his heart drop. “What did you two do?”
***
   The cast and crew, Y/N, Roger, Brian and Anita as well, all decided to go to a local pub after a gruelling day of shooting and during that, her mischievous side came out once more.    The drink off between her and her husband was provoked by Joe who was chatting away with Anita and she had mentioned how wild Y/N used to be. He’d laughed and told her about the conversation they’d shared with Veronica and Anita could only agree.    “I mean,” the woman snickered, “they had been married for what, eight years at that point, but were still at one another throats. And so, after a particularly bad fight, she said that if Roger could out drink her, she’d forgive the man.”    Joe laughed, leaning in. “And did she? Forgive him?”    At that point, both Ben and Y/N had overheard their little conversation and she simply smiled as Anita answered. “Let’s just say the next day, that minx over there was filled to the brim with guilt, as Roger nursed a hangover for two days.”    “What can I say,” Y/N said, smirking at Ben, “if there is one thing, I know how to do right, it is leave an impression. And obviously, prove a point.”    And right on cue Roger Taylor, most famous drummer in the world of the most famous band I the world started weeping, as Freddie’s voice erupted over the heads of everyone singing ‘Love Of My Life. “I love my wife, Bri. I love her, so much. Even though there are times I think she might kill me, I love her.”    Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes and she went over to her husband. “Alright, Rockstar, that’s enough for you,” she said and chugged his half-finished pint.    “Hey!” now an obviously pissed off Roger looked up at her. “I was drinking that- wow.”    He leaned over to Brian, and the curly haired man already knew what was about to happen. “D’ya think she’ll let me shag her? She’s real pretty. I like pretty women. Like Y/N. Y/N is the prettiest. Hey love, what’s your name?”    She almost choked on her laugh. “I’m Y/N.”    “No fucking way!” Roger exclaimed, “that’s my wife’s name.”    “I know. Cause I am your wife.”    For a second, Roger paused and then through a big, big grin he exclaimed, “Cool! Can we go home and have sex?”    This was where Y/N saw her opportunity. “We can.”    The smile that split Roger’s face apart was amazing, and he smugly looked at Bri. “After all these years I still have it.”    “If,” Y/N interrupted his gloating, “you can outdrink me.”    Brian was instantly up on his feet and pointing at her. “Y/N, no! We’re not going through this again. Just take your idiot of a husband and go home. Please,” the last word was a desperate plea, but she just ignored the only rationally thinking person in the room.    “Bri, ma man,” Roger said standing up and motioning for Y/N to go to the bar. “I thought we were friends. And here you are, barring me from having a good night with that fox.”    She smirked over her shoulder ordering twenty shots of vodka, ten for each. When Brian saw it, everyone could read the disappointment on his face. “When they get to shot number five, you two,” he pointed at Anita and Joe, “take Y/N and me and Rami will get Rog.”    “Why five?” Gwil asked, amusement evident on his features as he watched the married couple sit down by a free table in the bar, the shots in two perfect rows before them.    “Cause last time they got to number six, they got thrown out of a pub for indecent behaviour.”    And let’s just say, everyone in the bar looked with awe in their eyes as the two of them downed shot after shot, completely disregarding the fact they had been together for years, only so they could shag.
***
   “Rog, what did we do?” Y/N groaned, pressing her face in her husband’s shoulder, who pulled her closer, the bright morning sun making her eyes hurt. “I think we had a drinking competition," he replied. "Again. Though things are very blurry after Anita said something about a badger and you two running around naked in Bri’s garden.”    Y/N hummed and was about to roll out of the bed when a stack of pictures caught her gaze. Slowly, she took them, and her mouth hung open when she saw a bare Roger and her own stripped body in them.    “I guess we recreated a moment from what- 1976?”    Roger’s eyes were still closed, but his mind remembered the exact thing that was in the photos; how a young him had persuaded her to take her top and pants, off so he could snap some pictures of the girl.    “If these ever get out, Roger Meddows Taylor,” Y/N had said through a laugh, covering her face with her hands, but that meant leaving her chest exposed. “The next pictures people will be seeing in the tabloids will be of my mugshot.”    Roger had laughed, pressing his legs tighter around Y/N’s hips, so she would stop squirming and he could focus the camera on her body. “I promise. These are for my personal collection when I get lonely without you on tour.”    Though that had been his intention, Roger was quite the forgetful person. And let’s just say he’d heard an earful two days later as Y/N berated him for leaving the polaroids on the middle of a table on the bus.    “If history repeats itself, I’m divorcing you, Taylor,” she said, slipping the photos in a drawer and closing her eyes ready to go back to sleep.    “If history repeats itself, then we should prepare for a pregnancy.”    Instantly Y/N’s eyes were open, cause, of course, that little photo shoot had led to one of the steamiest nights of her life and of course, that’s when she’d fallen pregnant with their first child.    “Well, then this time, you’ll be the one pushing a watermelon out of your vagina.”    With that said, the hungover pair smiled and fell asleep, dreams of the past pulling them down, securely wrapped in one another’s embrace.    “Think they’ll allow to put that moment in the movie?” Roger suddenly asked, and Y/N slapped him.    “Shut it, Taylor.”    “Love you too, Taylor.”
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kanasmusings · 6 years ago
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[Translation] VAZZROCK bi-color Vol. 6 - peridot - Drama Track 2
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Here’s the second track~! Again, thank you to @ryuukia for sharing with me the files~  ※Just in case, anyone’s forgotten, as per her request, please don’t ask her for the audio files ^^
Track 2: [広がる世界] “Spreading world”
※ Please don’t re-post the English translations without permission.
Under the cut, please enjoy~
Track 2: [広がる世界] “Spreading world”
(footsteps)
YUMA: It’s 10 minutes before 7. Am I too early?
YUMA: But, Haruto-san told me not to let my guard down. If he’s still in the middle of preparing then I’ll just wait.
YUMA: Alright…! (Yuma rings the doorbell)
YUMA: Did he not hear me? One more time. (Yuma rings the doorbell again)
YUMA: No response… Ah, maybe he’s drying his hair so he can’t hear me.
YUMA: I’m sure he’ll answer if I push it again… (he rings the doorbell again)
YUMA: … (he continues ringing the doorbell multiple times)
YUMA: … Uh… Shou-san! Shou-san, it’s Yuma!
YUMA: You’re already awake… aren’t you…?!
YUMA: (gasps slightly) (starts pounding on the door) You. Are. Awake. Aren’t. You?!
YUMA: …! I can’t hear anything from the inside…!
YUMA: Don’t tell me… He’s still sleeping… or something…?!
YUMA: (chuckles nervously) No way… I don’t think he’d still be asleep when the taxis’s almost here… That’s just…
YUMA: (chuckles nervously before pounding on the door again) Shou-san, please wake up! You’ll be late for your concert!
YUMA: Shou-san!
YUMA: This is hopeless…! He’s not answering at all.
YUMA: Maybe he’s lying dead like a cor—ah, no. Now that it’s come to this… (Yuma takes out a bunch of keys)
YUMA: I’m so glad I asked Haruto-san where he keeps the keys. Though I didn’t think that I’d actually get to use them…
YUMA: Shou-san! I’m opening the door!
YUMA: I’ll be opening it, okay?
YUMA: Alright, it’s open!
(Yuma closes the door behind him slowly)
YUMA: I opened it… Please excuse me…
YUMA: Shou-san? He’s not in the living room.
YUMA: Shou-san? (Yuma walks around) W-woah…
YUMA: (he steps on something) Ow…!
YUMA: Still… He said that he’s bad at cleaning up but… It’s true… There are a lot of stuff scattered around…
YUMA: How unexpected. Even though he’s so clean and elegant… He’s a person whose lifestyle’s the complete opposite of his personality, huh.
YUMA: Shou-san? Where are you?
YUMA:  Maybe he’s in the bedroom…
YUMA: (knocking on the bedroom door) Shou-san?! Are you awake?
YUMA: I’m opening the door! I really will!
YUMA: (opens the door) Pardon the intrusion…
YUMA: …! Wha—AHHH!!! SHOU-SAN!?!
YUMA: Are you okay, Shou-san?! Shou-san! Can you hear my voice?!
SHOU: (mumbling) Huh… Yuma…?
YUMA: That’s right! It’s me, Yuma!
YUMA: What in the world happened that you were lying half-dead with half of your body falling on the floor?!
YUMA: If you’re not feeling well, I can call an ambulance immediately.
SHOU: Good morning, Yuma~ (yawns) I slept so well~
YUMA: Eh…?        
YUMA: Um… Your condition…
SHOU: Hm? I’m feeling very fine. You look a little pale. Are you okay?
YUMA: That’s—That’s because I was so worried about you, Shou-san!
SHOU: About me?
YUMA: I mean—This! I wouldn’t think that you would be falling asleep like that!
SHOU: Eh? Ah… I’m sorry. I did my best to try to wake up on my own when you said that you’d be coming here, see?
SHOU: In the end, I lost to my sleepiness.
SHOU: (chuckles) I’m quite proud of the fact that I’m able to fall asleep anywhere, you see?
YUMA: Even if that’s true, there’s a limit to everything, you know…?!
YUMA: (sighs) That really surprised me. I’m so relieved that you’re feeling great.
SHOU: (laughs) I’m truly sorry. I’m really bad with mornings.
SHOU: Still, I tried my best today but my alarm was so far that I ended up falling from the bed.
SHOU: (cheerily) Oh, what a blunder~
YUMA: Ah… sure…
SHOU: I’m so glad that you came, Yuma. Thank you.
YUMA: No problem. Ah, no, this isn’t the time to be lazing around. It would be bad if we don’t go now.
SHOU: Oh my. Is it that time already? That truly is a problem, isn’t it?
YUMA: Yes, that’s right. It’s really a huge problem. I’d like to ask you to be a little worried, too.
YUMA: Um… In the meantime, please wash your face and try to wake up.
YUMA: There’s a hair and make-up artist at the venue so at the worst case scenario, going with your bed-head will be okay.
YUMA: I asked for some cut fruits and coffee to be prepared for breakfast. Please eat it when we get to the hall.
YUMA: After that’s um… Er… Ah, that’s right! Your things! Are you all packed already?
SHOU: Ah… Yesterday, I confirmed what I needed to bring and then…
YUMA: Ah, I understand. You confirmed what you needed and left them all around in the living room, didn’t you?
SHOU: Amazing! You sure understand it well~ Great deduction~
YUMA: I had a peek at the living room a while ago, that’s all…
YUMA: Wait, no—! Um, do you have a bag ready? If you do then I’ll just go over the list and pack them for you.
SHOU: I think I left the bag by those things but I don’t think I can really ask you to do this for—
YUMA: It’s okay! (sparkles) Shou-san, in the meantime, please go and wash your face, okay?
YUMA: Anyway, let’s put going to the venue our top priority today, okay?
YUMA: (in English) Hurry up!
SHOU: Got it~
  ***
 YUMA: Mr. Driver, please take us to this hall.
YUMA: (sighs)
SHOU: Yuma, you’re amazing. I didn’t think that we’d be able to leave at the exact time on schedule.
YUMA: Though we almost didn’t make it. Even more so, the only thing I could really do is stick on time.
SHOU: Oh~ But that’s a basic and wonderful skill to have.
SHOU: Though, even if I know that, I can’t seem to do it and Haruto scolds me for it.
YUMA: (chuckles) You really are bad with mornings, aren’t you?
SHOU: Completely. Oh, you did so much for me today so I’ll have to repay it.
YUMA: Ah, no, you don’t have to. I didn’t accept his request for you to do that so, please don’t mind it.
SHOU: You don’t have to be shy. It’s my feelings of gratitude for Yuma who did his best for me today. Please do accept it.
YUMA: Then, I will kindly take you up on your offer.
SHOU: I wonder what would be good~
SHOU: Let me see… How about I’ll go accompany you with something you really want to do?
YUMA: What I want to do?
SHOU: Yes. Whether it’s something that can’t be done alone or something that would be lonely to do alone. Anything’s fine.
SHOU: I want to help you out and I want to do something together~ If you think of something, please do tell me.
YUMA: Together with Shou-san…? Ah!
SHOU: Have you thought of something?
YUMA: No, um… It’s really something impudent.
SHOU: I told you not to hold back, didn’t I~?
YUMA: But, it’s so sudden and—
SHOU: Hey, Yuma. Waking me up in the morning was more difficult than expected, right?
YUMA: Eh? A-ah… Yes, it quite shocked me.
SHOU: That’s why it’s okay if you wish for something that could shock me. Please be a little bit more selfish.
YUMA: Shou-san… I-it’s really very selfish, you know?
SHOU: Heh~ Then, I’m looking forward to it.
YUMA: It’s really an extravagant wish so feel free to laugh at me, okay?
SHOU: Sure, sure~
YUMA: I want to try to be in Shou-san’s ensemble someday!
SHOU: Heh~
YUMA: I know that this is an extremely rude thing to ask of a professional performer but…
SHOU: It’s okay~ Let’s do it.
YUMA: That’s why, refusing me is completely okay… Eh?! Did you just say, “let’s do it” right now?
SHOU: Yep, I did~
SHOU: (chuckles) So Yuma can play an instrument, huh? I didn’t know that. That’s amazing~
SHOU: It’s wonderful! What are you going to play? Piano? Violin? Cello?!
YUMA: It’s piano… Um, really…?!
SHOU: Yep~ I think it’s a really great idea! I want to hear what kind of performance Yuma will show me!
YUMA: U-um… even if I can play, i-it’s only at the skill of what I learned from high school tutors. Would that be okay?
SHOU: Of course! Music is sound that’s supposed to be enjoyed after all~ Skill doesn’t matter at all! If it’s gonna be what would make you happy then, all the more reason to do it~
YUMA: It would be more than enough [to make me happy]!
YUMA: Ah, would you like some coffee? I put some sweetener in it already.
SHOU: Is it the same blend as yesterday’s?
YUMA: Yes, since I thought you might like it.
(Yuma pours some coffee for Shou)
YUMA: Here you go. It’s hot so please be careful.
SHOU: It is a fragrant aroma.
SHOU: (takes a sip) It’s delicious. I feel awake now.
YUMA: (chuckles) Just now?
SHOU: (laughs) Yes, just now.
(Shou takes another sip)
SHOU: Yuma.
YUMA: Yes?
SHOU: A boy who only acts good for because it’s what people expect of them won’t be able to think of the other’s sake like this, you know?
YUMA: Eh…?
SHOU: That’s why I think Yuma’s not just a good boy who’s acting good. To me, you’re really just kind.
YUMA: So, it’s still a “good boy” isn’t it?
SHOU: I guess it’s complex.
YUMA: No, it makes me really happy.
  ***
 (footsteps)
YUMA: We’re so sorry for being late! Onoda Shou’s just arrived.
SHOU: The highway traffic was more than we anticipated, huh?
SHOU: But, thanks to the breakfast you prepared, we managed to eat and saved some time, don’t you think?
YUMA:  I hope that’s true.
YUMA:  Ah, are you the make-up artist? Yes, please take care of him.
SHOU: (to the make-up artist) I’m Onoda, it’s a pleasure to be working with you.
SHOU: (to the make-up artist) Ah, no, this is not a style, it’s my bed-head.
YUMA: Ah… I’m so sorry! We didn’t have time to fix it.
SHOU: It’s okay, Yuma. It’s a pro’s job to do something about it~
YUMA: I don’t think that’s something you should be saying, Shou-san…
SHOU: I guess that’s right. Alright then, the preparation for a wonderful concert is finally finished.
YUMA: Yes!
(people chattering)
YUMA: Amazing…! It’s such a huge hall and yet the seats are filled.
SHOU: Hey, Yuma. Don’t you think it’s exciting to think of how everyone who’s in here loves music?
SHOU: They’re friends who are going to enjoy the same music as us today.
YUMA: Friends who enjoy music…?
SHOU: Of course, you’re one of them, too~! You don’t have to think of complicated things while playing music.
SHOU: Letting your heart enjoy it as it is is the best!
YUMA: Letting my heart enjoy it… Yes… Yes, that’s right!
YUMA: Plus, looking at Shou-san right now, I feel like any kind of miracle can happen!
SHOU: Hm? Can you not speak to me like usual?
YUMA: It’s not like I can’t, it’s just Shou-san’s shining too bright right now.
YUMA: You magnificent and cool! It’s making me doubt a little that you were the same person I saw this morning.
SHOU: (chuckles) Thank you for the compliment but that’s how I usually am.
YUMA: (laughs) Yes, that’s why it feels a bit strange.
(stage buzzer sounds)
YUMA: Ah, it’s starting~
SHOU: That’s right. Now then~
(Onoda walks closer to the stage)
SHOU: Yuma, let’s enjoy music together.
YUMA: Yes! Take care.
(audience applause)
YUMA: Uwah~ Shou-san’s performance was amazing.
YUMA: There were both delicate and powerful sounds and it was so fun. It felt so free and I feel like with the sound of music, my world has gotten wider.
YUMA: I got so excited even though I was just listening.
YUMA: My heart’s still pounding and my face is still hot.
YUMA: This is my first time getting excited over listening to classical music.
YUMA: This is the power of Shou-san’s music. He really is amazing!
YUMA: (chuckles) Even though he was lazing about this morning.
YUMA: I wonder if that promise will come true someday.
YUMA: (chuckles) I haven’t taken it out since I’ve been so busy but maybe I’ll practice right now.
YUMA: (plays the piano) Just like Shou-san, I want to be free… Just like his heart. More… More…!
YUMA: (continues playing)
  ==END==
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exileseverafter · 7 years ago
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Chapter 6
Moonflower Market
“They hold my opinion in high esteem for some reason. People are quite easy to persuade, regardless of size.”
The blue fog gradually gave way to a cloud of shapes and forms, which in turn grew more visible in a matter of seconds. When the light dimmed to a gentle blue glow and the skin tingling subsided, Basil and his companions stood at the outskirts of a crowded marketplace built on a circular plane of white stone. Behind them was a glassy barrier, a dome encompassing the entire, village-sized area. When one looked up, one could only see stars. Past the wall, endless fields of those luminescent blue flowers. It never ceased to dazzle him, even though it was a familiar sight by that point. But Basil his his awe under a confident smirk and a grand swish of his cape as he turned to face the other two. Prince Charming was never dazzled, merely impressed. "My Lady, My..." Basil was unsure how he was supposed to address a giant. "Good sir. Welcome to Moonflower Market. I cannot tell you where we are or how the Moon Gate works, for I am sworn to secrecy. Well," he added, "I don't exactly know. But if I did-" Marjorie cut him off with a hand wave. "Thank you, Highness! I always appreciate the introduction every time you go to the market with me, really. But I really must get to business. Ezra, remember my advice! And don't be afraid to exaggerate the health benefits of strawberries just a tad. No harm in it! Ta!" She wandered off with as much of a graceful step as one could manage while pushing a cart, leaving Basil a little puzzled. Didn't she like his speeches? Had he really used that one already? It was at least new to the giant. Oh, yes. The giant. It was difficult not to gawk; Ezra was twice as big as any human he’d ever seen, and could probably lean his chin on the roof of his grandmothers’ cottage. Even the pies he toted about were larger than Aurora’s great paw pads. The Prince Charming of the tales he'd heard had saved the distressed from bullying, greedy giants. Great heroes and warriors had bested giants in combat or tricked them. He didn't recall any of them saving giants. Why would they need to? Anyone that big and strong could defend themselves. This one was obviously not small or weak; Basil had seen him strike down a wolf bare handed, and a huge one at that. Someone like that could only pity a short human like himself, one who needed a bear's help to match a giant's strength. It was embarrassing. There had to be at least a bit of pity in the odd, owl-eyed look this Ezra was giving Basil. “Thank you again for saving me. And us. With your bear. It’s a very lovely white bear. I’ve never seen a tamed one before.” Ezra spoke in a low rumble and seemed to stand with his nose perpetually pointed just upward, like the nobles Basil remembered from his brief periods at court. The prince wouldn’t have imagined that sort of tone coming from a baker, unless Ezra was some manner of pastry royalty. Then again, Basil thought, maybe Ezra just had an upturned nose. Unwilling to let himself be looked down upon in any but a literal sense, Basil puffed out his chest and gestured to Aurora. She was behaving herself, despite the scents of fruit and meat wafting from the food stall sector of the vast market, seated behind Basil and nudging him. “Aurora is of the finest stock of gentle bears bred by my mother’s kingdom to the far north. You wouldn’t have seen one, I imagine!” He grinned, and then realizing that might not come across as properly Humble (for Prince Charming was always Humble when the situation called for it) he cleared his throat. “Shall I lead you around, Sir Kettle?” “Ezra works,” the giant said, speaking a little too quickly. He lugged that big cart full of sweet-smelling pastry behind him as he took in the sights over Basil’s shoulders. “I appreciate the tour greatly, Your Highness.” “Basil will do. It’s odd to hear ‘Highness, Highness’ when I’m not at my father’s palace. Speeches aside, the forest is no place for formality! If this is still the forest.” He cupped his chin in his gloved hand as he walked. “I was never entirely sure…” He almost had to shout to be heard over the crowds of the marketplace. Basil only knew about the ‘gate’ in the Blue Forest, but he assumed there had to be many more. Travelers wearing clothing from nations far and wide gathered here, selling strange wares. A woman in robes sold eggs she claimed would hatch basiliks; Basil could have sworn he saw a snake peek out of her wrapped hair, but it might have been a decoration. A man with long fingers and curled nails like claws played music from a great clockwork machine apparently powered by mice on wheels. The air smelled of spun sugar and salt-cured meat, roasted root vegetables, saffron and lemon; the occasional whiff of perfume or lamp oil somehow only enhanced the combination of scents. As Basil led Ezra to where the other food vendors were situated, he nearly bumped into a palomino centaur busking with an oversized cello. “Begging your pardon, my lady!” Basil tipped his hat and dropped a few coins in the tray at her hooves as an apology; she merely tossed her hair and kept playing. “Nobody here really recognizes me as a prince,” Basil said over his shoulder to Ezra in the closest to a conspiratorial whisper as he could manage while addressing someone twice his height over a crowd. It wasn’t very much of a whisper at all. “But I don’t mind that! Prince Charming’s true nobility of heart and courage should be his heralds.” He was glad the crowd was dense enough to likely disguise the shivers running through his body; it would be too embarrassing to explain them. He looked longingly at a plump couple selling steaming bowls of cabbage soup, but reminded himself he was on a mission. “Prince Charming?” Ezra’s brows wrinkled. “Who is that?” Basil stopped to stare up, this time more out of bafflement. “You don’t know?!” Was it just the light, or did a hint of red flush through the giant’s face? “We knew of no such person up there.” He pointed upwards, and then balked when he looked up at that sea of stars. “Well, by ‘up there’ I mean the Islands.” Ah, Basil told himself, than he was recently arrived from the floating masses of clouds where most giants made their homes. This was a perfect chance to make an impression, and how perfect it would be to impress someone so much bigger! “Prince Charming,” he began in a clear voice, “is a great hero who once wandered the land, saving those in need, battling gi-erm, monsters, reversing curses and breaking spells. She lived as a prince despite being a woman of humble birth, and it is through her heroism that the very term ‘prince’ took on a meaning besides ‘son of a king.’ Prince Charming vanished one day without a trace, but her followers wrote the Edicts of a Prince Charming for all those who would follow in her footsteps. I use ‘he’ when I speak of them because I am a boy, of course. And…not the least of humble birth.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose, and the fur on his glove made him sneeze. At least Ezra seemed dully impressed, gazing down at Basil with what was quite obviously admiration. “We don’t have princes or nobles up there. It’s a different system. So I didn’t think much of it. But someone who saves those in need! That absolutely-oh, right here.” The stars left his eyes almost immediately as the baker seemed to switch immediately to the commercial instinct of a merchant, setting his big cart where it loomed next to the more human-scaled one selling cinnamon pastries. “This is perfect. The smells will bring customers in, and I just have a sense for this spot. Besides,” he added awkwardly, “I needed a space to fit.” Already the presence of an oversized pie cart was attracting attention, mostly from passerby doing just as Basil had done-gawk at the rare sight of Ezra himself, with legs like tree trunks and heavy apron, carefully slicing a huge pie into very thin slices with a knife that Basil could use as a short sword. He seemed oblivious to the crowd, engrossed in his work. “What a fool I am! Of course there’d mostly be humans here, not my kinfolk, so why didn’t I just bake in the tart pan? Even if it would have taken forever. No one but the most daring glutton would buy a slice of pie big enough to feed five…” Basil tried to hide annoyance at how much notice Ezra was getting just by being there, reminding himself of that whole humility part of Charminghood. Why was that part always so difficult? He could do the heroic deeds just fine if the opportunity would arise more often. He took a deep breath and then wrapped his arms around his chest as a bad chill came over him, his toes and fingertips suddenly quite numb and his face stinging. He pulled the scarf around his mouth again, suddenly quite glad that Ezra was too busy and the crowd too distracted to see him. He forced himself to stand up straight again, flashing a smile. “Well! Good sir-I mean, Ezra, now that you’re properly situated I’ll leave you to your business. I have to go check on the Lady Marjorie and…” A frown crossed his face as something clicked in his mind. “There’s no sick grandmother, is there.” “It’s just her and I,” Ezra said without looking up at Basil or the crowds. “And she was there first.” “And to be sure, you are not demanding she cook for you or holding her hostage in some other manner that would require me to bring sugar and flour and eggs and such from my grandmothers’ farm and the trading post down the road?” Two gold eyes shot a hurt-filled glare at Basil that left the prince flinching out of guilt as much as surprise. “Why would I do such a thing?!” “Sorry! Beg your forgiveness, sir!” Basil held his hands up and took a step back. “I just wanted to confirm something. So if there���s no sick grandmother, and she’s not in distress…” It was clear from Ezra’s quick, short tone that he was still a little offended by Basil’s ill-judged accusation. “She told me a story that I’m quite sure is also made up, because that seems to be her habit. I think she might just be a freeloader. But she seems to know more about the Center-I mean the land than I do, and she helps with the cleaning, and it’d be terribly lonely to be stuck in that cabin without a single friend…” Basil bit his lip, thinking. He didn’t like the implication of any of this. “I think I will go check on Marjorie after all.” Besides, the inner cold was getting unbearable; he needed to warm up with some of that soup. The mulled wine tempted him, but the fairy godmothers had warned him to beware of wine being sold at an enchanted market. (They never said anything about cabbage soup. Presumably cabbages were too boring for enchanters to care about, preoccupied as they were with enticing luxuries.) At least he could say he impressed the giant. His pride could stay intact. But pride was antithetical to a proper Prince. How complex it was to be charming! # “Wait, Basil! Don’t-” But as Ezra spun around, he saw that the bear-rider prince had already disappeared into the crowd. Had Ezra reacted too harshly to Basil’s accusation? After all, he himself had the same ideas about Sky Folk exiles: they were untrustworthy, possibly violent, and definitely sent away from the Sky for a Very Good Reason. That he now counted among those exiles was a bit of a sticking point, one he smoothed over by reminding himself that he was falsely accused and should not have been grouped with the sorts of violent criminals who would menace and exploit the fragile humans. And how many there were! He tried to connect this sea of half-size people with the Mielle marketplace, but Mielle had been a relatively small Island and would never draw crowds like this. Never mind that such activities would never be held at night; transactions under the light of the Moon were considered cursed. There was nothing to be done about it in this case. Ezra was already too far from the Sun. Come to think of it, hadn’t the Moon been shining over the forest clearing? When Ezra looked up now through the strange domed glass, he saw only stars. Where were they?! Customers, customers, he reminded himself as he turned to the crowd. There were a few centaurs standing heads and shoulders above everyone else, but for the most part he was looking at a gathering of humans wearing clothing familiar and unfamiliar. A young man up near the front of the crowd wore a buttoned, blue silk shirt and ponytail similar to the Vox style, though not quite. He pointed to the pie slices. “Oh, yes, of course,” Ezra mumbled. Self-consciousness was quickly taking hold of him; for the first time since his arrival in the Center of the Universe, he was starting to feel unnaturally large in comparison to the world around him. Nonsense, he knew, for Sky Folk were the proper size granted to them by the Sun and blessed by the Moon. But here there were only stars. Nevermind it; he had business to do, and fell back on the means of advertisement he’d seen employed in Mielle since his childhood. He cleared his throat. “You have never tasted pie like this,” he bellowed as he pointed out to the crowd. “Never in your lives! A perfect balance of sugar, and only the finest! Nothing but the plumpest and ripest berries, and a crust like biting into a cloud! A slice will still be good seven days from now! And so…” Perhaps it had been his tone of voice? Had he been too loud after all? The crowd was dispersing quickly, covering their ears. Parents grabbed children, all of them staring up awkwardly at him as they excused themselves. Had he done it wrong? That was how business was done, wasn’t it? One sold one’s wares based on them being the finest color, the most durable build or the most luxurious taste. The exaggeration was key and expected. Sky artisans prided themselves on being the grandest, the loudest, the ‘most.’ But of course, this was not a Sky marketplace and he had just committed some kind of faux pas. Turning away again, he swallowed his hurt feelings and went to cutting one of the slices even smaller. “Free samples, maybe if I gave free samples…” “Might I have one?” The voice should have been drowned out by the crowd, so quiet and reserved it was, but Ezra heard it clear as a bell. It came from a man in a plain, long black cloak hung with herbs at the belt, wearing a wide-brimmed hat that obscured whatever part of his face his ornate black mask did not. He was exceptionally tall for a human, with long limbs and fingers like branches. With his hands gloved and his face covered it was difficult to discern his age, but the voice suggested an older man. The mouth, just visible under the mask, had thin lips and wrinkles, and the complexion was a striking red. Basil’s skin had a reddish-copper tint to it, but this man was the same color red as the strawberries. He may not have been a human at all, but he was a potential customer, and Ezra wouldn’t miss it. He offered the man a slice, suddenly quite aware of how much more exciting the herb rolls, roast ducks and violet honeycomb being sold around him seemed in comparison to his own offering. The man took a slow bite, and then nodded. Another crowd had gathered around him, and this one was quiet, as if awaiting his word. “It’s quite good, very good. I have not had crust like this in ages. I know this taste…really, it is to be experienced.” He nodded again, and Ezra realized the slice was already gone. When had the old man eaten it all? This prompted an eruption of whispers from the crowd. “The Gourmet likes it!” “Well of course he does, he has such fantastic taste.” “If the Gourmet likes it…” “Sky Cuisine, right? I thought it was all too spicy.” “You’re thinking of imitations! The real stuff is very rich and nourishing. I heard so many stories.” “Well, the Gourmet should know…” Seconds later, Ezra was practically drowning in demands for pie, being paid in strange Moon-patterned coins by the handful. Taken aback, he managed as well as he could, trying to be sure everyone at least got to try a bit of the sample even after the larger pies were sold out. They were too big, he realized that now, and yet the humans taking them away ‘for later’ didn’t seem to mind. The man lingered after the crowd had left, standing as placid as the tree he resembled. Ezra turned and crouched down to face him, offering to take one of his hands. “Thank you, thank you! Sir, whoever you are. I wasn’t sure how business is done here, and I’m still not sure what I’m supposed to do with this currency, but…” The Gourmet held up one finger. “It’s alright. Quite alright. They hold my opinion in high esteem for some reason. People are quite easy to persuade, regardless of size.” He gazed outward towards the center of the marketplace, where an auction for a large bell was being held. “It’s a nostalgic taste. Brought me back to my childhood.” So, Ezra thought, the key to business was just to impress the right people? Or was this man just being kind to him? “It’s odd, though,” the Gourmet continued. “The crust, exquisite. I haven’t tasted anything like it in years. The filling was good, nothing wrong with it, but it wasn’t the same. It couldn’t match the flaky texture of the crust, and it was frankly just a little too sweet.” Against anyone else, Ezra would have stammered an indignant reply to such criticism; towards his customer he just lowered his eyes. “Well, I’m always working on improving the recipe…” “I think it is the recipe. The dough was a Kettle recipe, wasn’t it?” Ezra froze, staring at the Gourmet and trying not to fall over. “You know the name ‘Kettle?’” “Of course I do. I’ve been around. I must have tasted your mother’s cooking once, or was it your grandfather? I know the Kettles never sold their recipes, so for you to have access to one must make you a family member.” The Gourmet smiled, showing off very long white teeth. “Am I correct?” “…Son,” Ezra finally answered. “Last son, right now.” “And the other recipes? I’m sure they have one for strawberry filling. Even if you couldn’t get all the ingredients wherever you are now, it seems strange that…” Heat burned Ezra’s ears and neck and he tried not to sound defensive. “I haven’t mastered them. At all. My old Master made me learn under his techniques, and the Kettle recipes…” “Of course. You’re too young to be a master at them yet. But I do want to try them. How puzzling…” The Gourmet tapped his chin, and then grinned. “Tell you what. You make something next time that’s all Kettle. Give me a taste to break my heart, whatever it is. And then perhaps I’ll consider helping you out.” “Helping me out? You mean like today? That was quite-” The Gourmet snorted. “Today was nothing. Like I said, people of all walks and sizes are easily impressed. I made you some coin to buy some better ingredients and something nice for yourself here, nothing more. A Kettle should not be hawking his wares to the common folk who cannot even appreciate his techniques. He should be back in the heavens, preparing celestial desserts and making miracles. You know what Kettle recipes can create in the hands of a true master? Miracles. Magic, even.” Ezra was sure that the Gourmet was speaking metaphorically, but it didn’t matter anyway. All questions were overwhelmed by the idea that this strange man could not only help him go home, but restore his family’s name. How, Ezra had no idea, but this human-or-whatever clearly had a great deal of influence. “Sir! Thank you, sir! I promise, next time-next week. I’ll be back next week, with something like a miracle. I hope, anyway.” “No hope. Do it.” The Gourmet snapped. “And I’ll take care of any problems you have. You must miss your kinfolk anyway; this place is just so very small.” He turned to walk away, though he tossed Ezra one more handful of coins on the way out. “I’d suggest shopping for the best ingredients here. Use your instincts as a chef. Trust them!” “Yes! Ingredients! Of course, thank you!” Ezra cradled the coins in his bag, a little baffled at his newfound fortune. He probably had to spend it all here, he imagined, for he couldn’t see any other use for those moon-printed coins. That meant he had to get to work. New pots for certain, and fine sugar, perhaps molasses or foreign fruits that would last the week. Maybe he could find some kind of magnifier so he could see details better; it would ease the difficulty of making pastries smaller than he was used to. Hadn’t there been something else he had meant to look out for? A plant of some kind? It had to be a vegetable, right? Of course, vegetables for meat pies. That was what he’d been thinking of, wasn’t it?
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maicajanica · 8 years ago
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I had troubles on where to start about writing this blog entry. Maybe it’s because there’s so much to tell? Or the hangover about this trip is still in my head that I couldn’t even figure out what words to write. But one thing is I am certain of! This get away is one heck of a summer! So far, this is the best and most fun of all the travel I’ve been to! Our five day get away at Cebu wasn’t enough and we wish to stay longer on this place but the call of work is at hand and reality is to be answered.
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If you ever ask what is my greatest fear aside from snakes is the fear of heights. Battling with my fear of heights with sudden gush of motion is one thing I couldn’t get done yet. It terrifies me most which makes living my life to the fullest unsuccessful. Maybe it’s about the falling part that I hate combined by my unstoppable palpitation of heart. I cried my eyes out from this kind of situation and my knees wouldn’t stop on trembling. I could climb up mountains, yes, look down below from where I am but I always make sure that I am on the safe zone. So, this trip is really quite challenging for me because it includes riding on the plane, jumping off the cliff (canyoneering), and a sky adventure where you have to ride on an edge coaster and to skywalk wherein there is nothing but a glass to walk on to on the side of the building. Luckily, my friends took that last part off the trip so I was free from the sky adventure madness. (Absolutely LUCKY ME!) And on the plane, (insert face palm here), it is such a shame that I kinda panic again and that my seat is just beside the window that terrified me more! So when the plane is about to go up, I held my friend’s hand and small beads of tears were coming out from my eyes but I was able to get a grip when I turned my head on the window and realized how beautiful the scenery was. And I couldn’t stop from thanking God about this trip and how unbelievable things I am seeing.
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Shaka serves a good dish and the price on their Menu is also affordable. But to tell you, food is really cheaper in Cebu if you are to opt eating foods on the sidewalk/carenderia (local food stall) which is you could try too. And after we ate, we went to the Taoist Temple but if you are to go there, I would recommend you to use your Uber or Grab App than riding on Habal-Habal (it is a motorcycle vehicle that they use for transportation). We had troubles going up at the Taoist Temple because the Habal-Habal driver told us that we’re kinda lost but common! They were residents within that area so how come they could be lost and that Taoist Temple is well known within the vicinity so how? Just try to think where they are up to…
The Taoist Temple is an uphill temple so there were lots of walking before you could reach the high point but it really is worth the view though! I’ve never been into a Chinese temple so seeing this for the first time is really amazing! After the Taoist Temple, we went to Magellan’s Cross which is unbelievable too! I mean, let’s just say that it is kind of a busy crowd in there but to see one of the marks in history is AWESOME! I’ve only seen it before in books before and now I had stood right in front of it. It really is fulfilling! Like how much more places could I see in the couple of months or years too? That is what I am excited about to see too soon! Maybe, one by one I could cross out places on my bucket list.
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We booked our tour at the Southern Cebu Adventure and they are very hospitable and accommodating and one of the Owner bullied me! HAHA! I mean not in a bad way though, he just tag along with my friends for not jumping off the cliff because every one of them teased me about it. But come on, I really couldn’t take it! It’s very high! Oh, and mind you, even the one’s with not that high, I did not jump too. HAHA. But you could try it! You could check out their site for these kind of tours too and the tour package was also cheaper than the others without any hidden charges. They also provided our gears that we used during the activity and the local tour guides were very accommodating too!
First day of trip on the list was at Osmena Peak, where we do a little hike, then to Oslob where we encounter and swam with these four enormous gentle beasts of Whale sharks, it’s cool but at the same time it gave me the creeps looking beneath the surface and to see their body next to you is kinda scary but awesome though. And after that, we went to Sumilon Island Sand Bar where my friends and I had so much fun! And because of that so much, I even forgot to take off my aqua shoes while we took these pictures. Pardon me. And yep! We could also say that God gave so much adipose on my chest. It is also quite hard posting this photo, because my family are quite conservative so I am particularly sure that if my brothers are to see these, I’m a dead meat!!!
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Second day of trip on the list was Canyoneering at Kawasan Falls where people call it as a Gatorade Factory which is true because it really is like a Gatorade! And this is where the bullying began. The highest of the cliff was at 35 feet above the ground where you are to jump, so just an easy task! And after the jumping and the mini heart attacks, we went to Pescador Island where we do snorkeling and we we’re also able to see a school of sardines too! The waves of the ocean for that two day activity were sort of harsh so we were struggling most of the time battling our body within the wave.
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And guess whom I am soon to collab with? I am also excited about it too!
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I don’t have a lot pictures during our trip but here is a video made by my friend. A short synopsis for our Cebu trip and I hope you take a visit in our country too! Truly it’s more fun in the Philippines!
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robynboswell · 8 years ago
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Robyn had walked into the middle of a crime scene. Henry’s neck had been snapped. Her heart dropped into her stomach seeing pieces of him all over the rug, and scattered on the floor.
 “KEVIN!” Robyn shrieked, running to the opposite side of the apartment to enter her brothers room.
 The boy was hanging off of the bed, very much in a drunken comatose.
 “F-CKING HELL KEVIN, WHAT DID YOU DO?” She shook him roughly. Having never been intoxicated before she couldn’t imagine what he was feeling, but the both sick and terrified look on his face gave her the idea that it wasn’t pleasant.
 “My cello! Henry! How did you manage to snap its neck?” As he retreated to bury his face into the bedding, she grabbed a pillow and slammed it down into his head. As the shock of a broken instrument began to subside, tears welled up in her eyes.
 “I hope for your own sake mom can repair it, if not— “
 “If not what!?” Kevin sat up, his face red in frustration. “You don’t even pay the rent or for food! My music is paying the bills! Not yours!”
 Robyn folded her arms as a tear slipped down her cheek.
 Without another word she left the room and sat next to her cello.
 The sun began to rise, letting light through the translucent curtains.
 Robyn understood to an extent that she was acting spoiled; but she was only a product of what others made her. Studying a fragment of the wood, she wondered just how much long it would take to repair it. It wasn’t like her mother, Elisa, who amongst her other jobs could repaired instruments, would help her daughter above actual paying clients. And especially not with everything that was going on.
Today had actually marked the one-year anniversary that Robyn single-handedly ruined her family’s life. In her defense, though, her father, Sam, had ruined it the moment he started embezzling thousands of dollars from the The Resonance Concert Hall. Robyn had just brought it to the chairmen’s attention of said concert hall. They filed a lawsuit against him; Elisa was temporarily suspended during, and the investigation and his trial ended in imprisonment.
 Elisa would have gone down with him unless the lawyer could prove that she had no idea what her husband was doing to their business. Cleverly, Sam had kept the money in a foreign bank that had no connection to Elisa. Nor was their any proof that Elisa took care of the concert halls’ financials and therefore couldn’t about the embezzled money beforehand unless her husband told her, which he didn’t. Instead he had said the influx of money came from his grandparents and parents as they passed away over the years.
 In the end Elisa the regained ownership of The Resonance, and now Sam has another year in jail. A lawyer had told them that once Sam serves his sentence and pays restitution of the money taken, Elisa could pardon him so he could hopefully transition back into the workforce with ease.
 God knows how long that would take. They estimated the embezzlement to roughly $70,000.
 Kevin shuffled into the kitchen across from the living room, where he saw Robyn uncharacteristically hunched and sulking, to fix him self a pot of coffee. As the coffee machine was brewing he consumed a tall glass of water with his headache medication. Soon after the pleasing aroma of fresh coffee filled the apartment, the machine beeped signaling the coffee pot was full and ready to consume.
  He poured the hot liquid into two mugs, then added cream and sugar. He took the mugs with him to the living room and handed one to Robyn, then sat on the small beige couch.
 Robyn stayed silent.
 “I’m sorry,” Kevin began, taking a sip of his coffee. “I drank a little too much the the boys after a gig last night.”
 She finally looked up at him, setting the wood fragment onto the glass coffee table and wrapping the palm of her hand around the mug to feel the warmth.
 “Drinking is such a waste of money.”
 “Sometimes it’s fun having enough money to waste,” he smiled slightly.
 She shook her head slightly in disagreement. Robyn would probably never get to the point where she could have enough money to waste. Not with all her money going to help her mother pay off the lawyer and raise Alejandra, their little sister.
“The situation we’re in sucks, I know—I really don’t mind you being here, it’s just… you’re going to have to put up with my antics from time to time. Melissa, does.”
 At the mention of his wife, Robyn wondered where she’d gone to so early in the morning. It was the front door slamming closed as Melissa rushed out that had woken her up.
 “Yeah, because she doesn’t have a $5,000 instrument to tempt you to break.” Finally taking a sip of the coffee, she noted immediately that he had used the hazelnut creamer and added extra sugar. Robyn always had a sweet tooth, so she loved it. “I’ll call mom to see if I can rent a cello for today’s lessons.” After finishing the drink off, she stood to get ready for the day.
 Before leaving to her room she added, “I’m not mad at you, I’m just… mad that everything bad seemingly keeps happening to me.”
 He raised his cup up in the air to her, “You can’t be unlucky forever.”
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  “That’s one of the most horrific things I’ve ever seen,” Elisa said bluntly. “I don’t think I’ll be able to fix Henry, Mamita. I’m so sorry.”
 Robyn had emailed her mother pictures of the cello to get an estimate of how much time and money would be needed to fix it. But, no amount of wood glue would be able to him sound the way he did before the accidental killing.  
 “I’m obviously not okay, but I’ll manage.” She sighed switching the phone to her other ear, then settling into a chair at the kitchen table.
 “Feel free to borrow an instrument from the concert hall, just come in early before they get rented out and you’ll have to bring it back before four this afternoon. It’s Friday so the orchestra has a performance tonight.”
 “Alright, I’ll head out in a few. Lessons aren’t until noon and I’ve got a new student. We’ll probably just go over the basics. I’d love to watch the performance and fill in for anyone missing, I don’t mind. Especially since Melissa is taking Kevin to the New Asia Festival and that’s ending pretty late tonight…” She’d been mindlessly sorting through the mail that arrived this morning. Bills, bills, subscription to a foodie’s magazine, more bills. Through the phone a distant yet familiar squeal she recognized as an excited Alejandra. The phone fumbled on the other end and suddenly Alejandra was speaking.
 “Robbie! Robbie! Have you checked? The mail, I mean! Oh! And turn on the TV! The Report is y’know, reporting on it!” Alejandra was speaking loudly and in fragments, another sign of her excitement. Robyn had to take the phone away from her ear slightly so she wouldn’t become deaf.
 Smiling to herself Robyn just had to ask, “Reporting what? What’s—,” before she finished her sentence she picked up an envelopment unlike the rest. It was off-white and textured, with the address of the royal palace, “going on.”
 “The Selection! They’re having the Selection.” Alejandra had calmed down a bit but you could still tell she was hyped. “Please tell me you’ll do the application with me. Or at least come with me to submit my application, I can’t go alone... Please?”
 Robyn took a moment to think about what entering such a competition would mean. The last selection happened way before she was even born, so she only ever heard stories from her mother who hadn’t entered because she immigrated from (Spain).  It wasn’t like this happened all to often, so the idea that it was a once and a life time opportunity should’ve been enough to persuade her. But it wasn’t. Why would she give up her own time to dilly dally around the palace and wait around for the Prince to choose his wife. Robyn had a life of her own that’s hard enough without adding a possible crown, no matter just how attractive said Prince was.
 “Put Mami on the phone, please,” Robyn asked. Alejandra yelled out for their mother to come back and then Elisa greeted her again.
 “Ma, didn’t you say they compensated you for your time if you were selected?” Robyn thought aloud, not completely sure where she was going with this. Even if they gave you money, was it enough to cover for your family?
 “Oh, yeah. They also raise the girls caste to make them Threes,” Elise’s’ voice sounded light and nostalgic. “It was very… heart-warming seeing King Henry falling in love with Queen Nessa… She had been a Seven prior to getting the crown, isn’t that amazing?”
 Compensation. Money. Probably more money than Robyn made with the Assistant Managing at The Resonance and Cello lessons, combined. That was something to really consider now. She thanks Elisa and ushered her to put Alejandra back on the phone.
 “Al, do you think maybe if we both entered and one of us got the selected—whoever gets through can use the compensation to help pay back—.”
 “The Resonance?” Robyn had talked to her sister numerous times about how guilty she felt about getting their dad put behind bars. “Say no more, hopefully after all that nonsense we can finally live together again,” Alejandra agreed.
 For the first time in a very long while, Robyn was feeling lucky.
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