#this would be better if i could find the clips of him singing her songs on stream!!! but i couldn't :(

[cementcornfield]

From "maybe when I'm in the car my mama might put it on" to "my go-to karaoke song"

aka Ja'Marr is a huge Erykah Badu fan

[adragonprinceswhore]

Rumours

Aemond Targaryen x (Ex)wife

Chapter IV: Never Going Back Again 🎼 Masterlist

Summary: Aemond answers your performance of 'Dreams' by singing yet another newly composed song during rehearsal. This time, you can't contain the rage he elicits within you.

Warnings: 18+, AFAB reader, she/her pronouns, angst, smut, hatesex, rough sex, oral (m. receiving), spanking, pussy slapping, fingering, P in V, choking, degradation, manhandling

Word count: 4880 A/N: Thank you always to my love Justine, @theoneeyedprince for helping me by having a look at the edited version 🩵

Bringing Aemond’s old hoodie on tour feels like harbouring a shameful secret.

You’d felt weak enough when you spontaneously brought it with you when you moved out of your shared flat. And when you realised it was the only thing that could make you fall asleep any time anxiety weighed heavy on your chest.

So when you packed your suitcases to tour the Seven Kingdoms, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to leave it behind. But the shame of still needing it; still needing the memory of him, resulted in you storing it away somewhere no one would see it, least of all yourself. 

Until you sought it out. 

You wake up still curled on the side of the large bed, Aemond’s scent encompassing you.

How long will his smell linger on the fabric?

Soon, it’d disappear and you’d have no trace of him left. 

You reach Winterfell the next day. Luckily, you’re allowed a small break before the next performance, leaving you some time to explore the city and rehearse with the band. 

You spend your day sightseeing in the capital of the North; grabbing coffee with Helaena and window shopping around the bustling city centre. 

Despite the quick friendship you had established after joining the band, your relationship with Helaena has become greatly strained following your separation from Aemond. 

You know she hates the tension and the fighting. She has a habit of closing off and retreating whenever she feels uncomfortable, and having two band members in an infected conflict is not something she finds easy to navigate. You still love her like a sister, and you know Aemond holds her dear as well, so you try to spare her from it all, even if your attempts aren’t always successful. 

“We’ll be late for the rehearsal if we don’t leave soon”, you tell her as she’s eyeing a pair of sparkly firefly hair clips. She nods absentmindedly in response and picks up the clips, 

“I know, I know. Let me just get these”, she answers with a smile, heading towards the register.  

Helaena pays for the newest addition to her endless collection of insect trinkets, and you leave for the venue you’ll be performing at in two days; Winterfell Arena. 

This is going to be your biggest show yet. 

When your management booked the arena you were scared of not selling enough tickets to justify such a large space. But you’d been pleasantly surprised by the interest shown in the North. The last tickets had just sold, and it would be your largest audience to date. 

Entering the arena, you’re taken aback by its sheer size. You can’t believe you’ll be performing in a place like this, and to a sold-out crowd. You’re suddenly hit with an overwhelming sense of nauseating anxiety. Will you be able to give them a worthy show? 

Will you be good enough? 

The constant self doubt that plagues your mind had been easier to handle when Aemond was by your side. He’d always been your biggest supporter; chasing away all your inner demons with his reassurance. 

He always made you feel better. 

Now, you were left alone and with nothing but doubt keeping you company. You miss having someone to soothe you by your side. 

Miss having someone to confide in. 

To rely on. 

The stage’s larger than any you’d ever been on before. You try to shake the nerves taking over you, but it’s hard not to get overwhelmed by the size of the hall. It’s intimidatingly large. 

You and Helaena begin to set up and prepare for tonight’s rehearsal, and Jace, Erryk and Aemond drop in one by one to join. You’d expected the latter to have his usual gorgeous companion on his arm, but he surprises you by showing up alone, five minutes after the time you’d all agreed upon and without saying a word. 

It isn’t like him to show up late, and you can feel the stress radiating from him, though he stays quiet. 

You know he’s been working on yet another song for the new album, and today he mentioned in the group chat that he’d like to play it for you during rehearsal. 

He’d sent you the name; ‘Never Going Back Again’. 

Is it about his relationship with his grandfather?

When Aemond told Otto Hightower that he wanted to quit working for him at Oldtown Solicitors in order to fully focus on his music career, his grandfather had nearly cut all ties to him. 

In a particularly weak moment, he’d even given you a call, insinuating that you were a bad influence on his grandson,

“I let him entertain this silly band for the sake of Helaena and Aegon! I even let him do a minor in history at the university I financed. And yet, he meets you and suddenly wants to give that all up to record an album? Talk some sense into him, won’t you?” 

Aemond had been furious when you told him about the call from Otto, making it clear to his grandfather that he’d never go back to working with him or in property law. He’d been prepped and groomed since birth; the perfect heir to carry on the Hightower legacy. Not as flaky or unreliable as his older siblings. Always the dutiful son. 

Aemond moves across the stage to grab his bag, pulls out a water bottle and places a tablet on his tongue.  

You realise he must’ve been late due to the pain of his eye injury flaring up again. Despite his recent awful behaviour, you can’t help but feel bad for him. 

When you first started dating, you’d been scared of asking about his eye. Evidently, it was a sore subject, and you didn't want to pry. Eventually, he told you about the car accident he was in when he was 10. 

He’d been in the backseat of the family's car with his nephews, engaging in a petty fight. As the driver tried to de-escalate the situation in the back, he lost control of the vehicle, crashing it into a large tree by the side of the road. 

The only casualty from the crash was Aemond’s left eye. A piece of metal from the car had come loose during the crash and flung back through the window, creating a scar going from his forehead down to his cheek; robbing him of his vision and permanently causing him pain. 

When you started dating, you made sure to learn his routine and preferences, to make it easier and less unbearable for him when the nerve damage caused intense pain to shoot through his head. 

You still remember. 

He likes the room cool. He always lies on top of the duvet on his back, letting the chill air sooth his aching skin. Unless you’re there. Then he used to lie on his stomach next to you; one armed wrapped around your waist and his head on your chest. You’d thread your fingers through his silky hair with the softest of touches, stroking his head until the pain killers drag him into slumber. 

It had been in one of those moments that he’d first told you he loves you. 

You look over at Aemond as he makes his way towards his guitar, picking it up and experimentally playing a few chords to check the volume. 

Did he manage the pain by himself now? 

Or did he lay his head on Alys’ chest, hugging her? 

Does she run her fingers through his hair? 

Does she let them trace the outlines of the beautiful sharpness of his face? 

Over his cupid's bow, nose bridge, cheekbones?

Does he lay his head on her chest, letting the drum of her heart lull him to sleep? 

Does he allow her to come as close?

You go through the set list, discussing the order of both your older and newer songs. 

Jace, Helaena and Erryk all praise your performance of Dreams, asking you to perform it each night moving forward. 

Helaena, standing next to her brother, leans towards him and mumbles, “Your back-up vocals really make the chorus shine”, while offering him a gentle smile. 

Aemond replies with a hum and moves to stand by one of the microphones with his guitar in hand. His usual stoic yet quietly commanding self returns when he starts to play without any explanation or introduction, fingers plucking the strings with precision. He sings, 

‘She broke down and let me in’ 

During recording, you’d briefly glanced at the words in the recording studio, huffing a laugh at his audacity. They definitely sting more on stage. Your face turns hot and you can’t decipher if it’s from humiliation or anger. Maybe both. 

He really is a dick. 

‘Made me see where I’ve been’

‘Been down one time’

‘Been down two times’ 

‘Never going back again’ 

Any sympathy you’d felt for him; any longing you’d felt for him, vanishes as he sings. Another song about you, this time in the form of the final nail in the coffin that is your marriage. 

And he had the nerve to ask you not to perform Dreams anymore? 

‘You don’t know what it means to win’

‘Come ‘round and see me again’ 

Back at the hotel room, rage makes your entire body feel hot and restless. 

How fucking dare he? 

Never going back again? 

First, he’d sung about how you broke his heart and now, he paints you like you’re the plague; like a sickness to avoid. 

All you want to do is call Alysanne and spew out all the pent up emotions storming inside of you. 

You place your phone on the nightstand and roughly shove the charger inside, fingers tapping furiously to call Alysanne.

She doesn’t answer and you call her again. Still no answer. 

You’re so restless you can’t sit down, irritation making your skin feel hot and hands tingly. 

What if you asked him to not play the song? That’s what he’d asked of you. 

Unable to stay still, you grab your key card and shove your feet into a pair of white hotel slippers, heading down to where you know Aemond’s hotel room is. 

You reach the door and knock on it firmly while your feet shuffle from side to side impatiently. 

You're not sure what you’ll tell him, the rage inside guiding you instead of your senses. 

Aemond opens the door, face unreadable and eyebrows raised in question at your sudden visit. He’s clad in nothing but a pair of green joggers and your gaze briefly flickers down to take in his shirtless stature. 

“Really? Never going back?”, you question and move in closer. The heavy hotel door shut behind you, and suddenly it’s only the two of you, in his room. 

He neither answers nor moves, and you’re standing so close that your clothed chest bumps into his naked one. You crane your neck to look into his eyes. His stern demeanour doesn’t quite reach them, gaze softer than you’d imagined. 

Anger still guides you, and a pathetically spiteful idea prompts you to slowly kneel before him, still standing impossibly close and eyes never straying away from his.

“Not even if I do this?”

Your face is level with his crotch as you look up at him. He’s always loved this sight; you at his mercy. But not now. Now he’s at yours. 

You slowly lean forward and press your lips against the exposed skin of his torso, fleetingly kissing him right by his happy trail, just above the hem of his trousers. 

You’ve missed the soft smoothness of his flesh; a tender veil over the hard muscles hiding underneath. So contradictingly beautiful. 

Aemond stays unmoving, eyes staring at you with a scorching intensity. You know he won’t stop you. If he didn’t want this, he’d have let you know by now. 

So you press another kiss right under his navel, and feel sickly delighted by the barely-there shiver vibrating from him. 

Slowly, and with light kisses to his stomach, you reach for the hem of his joggers, letting your hands softly pull down the fabric and reveal his manhood. He’s already half hard, and you have to bite back a smile. 

Never going back again? Yeah right. 

Your eyes never leave his as your delicate kisses trail downward, towards his cock, yet never making direct contact with it. 

His face still is as impassive as always, but he’s now grown so hard his tip is leaking precum, fuelling your actions. 

You haven’t been this close to him in months and it almost feels intoxicating; his smell encircling you. 

You want to see him lose control; you need to see him lose control. Need to hear him beg for you. 

Plead for you. 

Come for you. 

You squeeze your things together at the thought, arousal making an ache drum between your legs. It’s an addictive thought; imagining him pleading for you. Begging for you. Needing you. 

You want him to want you. 

He still hasn’t moved, or said anything. You take his silence as an invitation to continue. 

Want him to want you. 

Still locking eyes, you slowly graze your lips over his skin until your mouth is by the base of his cock. You know he won’t give you the satisfaction of letting you in on what he’s feeling, but that’s alright. 

You’ll force it out of him. 

Your hand travels up his leg and moves to grip his cock, now so hard it’s aching to be touched. You work in long, firm strokes, just the way he likes. 

The staring contest continues. You know his stoic appearance is meant to frighten you, but you know him too well. You can see the cracks appearing already. 

Eager to push him further, you slowly open your mouth and let your tongue out, gently swiping it over his leaking tip to collect the glistening beads of precum. You feel the proof of his arousal on your tongue, and you see his gaze flicker down to observe it in your mouth as you unhurriedly close your mouth and swallow. 

He stays silent, but you see his jaw twitch. 

He likes it. 

Growing bolder, you move your lips back to the tip of his cock, kissing it in a far too innocent manner before wrapping your lips around him and sucking firmly.

In the briefest of moments, his eyebrows knit together and he closes his eyes.

The satisfaction you feel at his clear arousal goes straight to the thrumming between your legs, and you briefly squeeze your thighs together. You move your mouth lower, placing feather-light kisses down his length before gently swiping your tongue over his balls. 

You can hear the restraint in each laboured breath he huffs through his nose. 

Your soft lips envelop one of his balls, and your hands continue to stroke his length. You know he loves this; loves when you get down on your knees and worship him. 

You let your tongue massage every inch as it rests in your mouth, and when you let out a moan, pure theatrics to make him succumb to you, Aemond’s jaw goes slack and his lips part uncontrollably. 

Just a little further and you’ll break him. 

You’ll win. 

Perhaps the look in your eyes let him in on your scheme. 

Perhaps he’s too close to continue. 

But when he grabs you by the hair and yanks you off of him, it takes you by surprise. 

“About to cum, baby?”, you mockingly ask.  

He clicks his tongue and grabs your forearms to pull you up so you're standing in front of him again. 

Still not saying a word, he tries so hard to appear stoic, but you can see the storm brewing within him. A sudden push to your shoulders causes you to stumble backward and land on Aemond's soft hotel bed. 

“Let’s see how fucking wet you get from sucking off the man you hate”

His voice is both calm and taunting at once. His hands come up to the sides of your leggings, pulling them down with force, taking your underwear with them.

You know you’re wet, but you really don’t want him to know that. 

You don’t want to give him the satisfaction. 

You try to press your legs together, but one of his large hands finds its place on your mound and cups it perfectly as one of his fingers slides down between your folds to meet the silky wetness there. The fact that his hand seems to fit against you perfectly, like two puzzle pieces, amplifies your desire. And rage. 

“Having my balls in your mouth made you that wet, huh? Still so dirty, baby”, he teases, emphasis on the pet name to match your previous mock. 

You let out a yelp as his hand briefly leaves you to land a quick smack on your exposed clit. His cocksure expression flashes by before he grabs your hips again to place you on your stomach, bare ass receiving a smack as well. 

He works quickly, sitting down next to you on the bed and pulling you towards him. He places your middle on his lap, and lets his hand come down to land another smack on your asscheek. 

His hand stays on your soft skin, lingering a bit longer than you’d anticipated, before travelling down between your thighs to meet your neglected centre. 

“You like that too, don’t you?”, he asks as he catches your clit between his fingers and press harshly. 

It stings. 

It feels good. 

You press your lips together to prevent any sounds from escaping, racking your brain for a way to gain back control. 

Aemond’s fingers begin to draw firm circles and your mind starts to feel foggy from want. Without thinking, your hips begin to move in tandem with his fingers. He chuckles. 

“I know you inside out”, he triumphs, but as you move your hips, you can feel how achingly hard he is beneath you. 

You know him too. 

You pull away from his lap, sitting back on your haunches on the bed, and remove your cardigan, then your tank top, and finally your bra. 

You manage to startle Aemond by your sudden move, and you seize your chance at dominance by placing both hands on his shoulders and pushing him down, so he lies on his back on the plush, white sheets of the hotel bed. 

You straddle him, and move one hand down to pull down his sweatpants once again. Revealing his cock, you encircle him softly before placing his length between your folds, dragging your wetness all over him. You bite back a moan as his cock pushes on your clit again and again, hips move back and forward. 

Aemond seems lost for words as well, undoubtedly enjoying you moving against him. 

His seeing eye flickers wildly to take in your naked body, damaged eye not able to keep up with the rapid movements. His cheeks and the tips of his ears are pink. You momentarily feel mesmerised by his beauty. 

The realisation that you’ve missed seeing him like this, missed being with him like this, pierces your heart painfully and your hips still. 

You don’t want to think about the sadness inside. You want to break him. Like he broke you. 

Up until now, it’s been a constant fight for dominance; a never-ending back and forth. But you got him now.

“Beg me to fuck you”, you command, voice slightly out of breath. Aemond’s eyes are fixed on your heaving, naked chest.  

“What?”, he questions, like he doesn’t understand what you’re asking.

“Beg”, you repeat, voice more demanding as your breathing calms, 

“Beg me to fuck you, Aemond”

Though confusion had briefly flashed over his face, it’s now set in fury. 

His eyes narrow.

Without answering you, he places one hand on your shoulder and another on your waist, manhandling your body down on his cock in one swift motion. The sudden intrusion makes you gasp, much to Aemond’s satisfaction. He grins victoriously. 

Fuck, it’s been so long. 

He begins bucking up into you in an instance. The firm hold he has on your body feels bruising, and his fingers dig into your flesh meanly so that you won’t move. 

He angles his hips, and each stroke touches your sweet spot. You bite down on your lip to hinder the moans that are fighting to escape. He’s essentially fucking you on his cock, and it feels so good you can’t think clearly anymore. 

“Come on, I know you can’t keep quiet”

He pushes your body down harder, bucking his hips up faster. You can’t help but move with him, it feels so fucking good. 

You’re still not going to come. You’re not going to give him the satisfaction. He’s gonna come. 

You clench down on his length each time he slides in and you see the tension in his jaw; the vein bulging out at the side of his neck. 

Maybe if you push him just a little bit further? 

“Oh, Aemond”, you moan as you throw your head back, tightening your muscles again, gripping him like a vice. 

He’s always loved getting praised. 

The hand he’d placed on your shoulder moves to your throat, engulfing the entirety of it. His fingers press down on the sides, 

“Shut up” 

His grip tightens. The movement of your hips begin to falter as the restricted blood flow to your head amplifies your pleasure. You bite your lip harder not to moan. 

He knows exactly how to get you. 

He continues to fuck up into your dripping cunt, ignoring your change in pace. Each stroke of his cock within your walls feels like pure ecstasy; like sparks of sheer pleasure shooting through your body. 

His expression is infuriatingly smug and you realise you must look completely blissed out as he uses your body. 

You feel the familiar tightening in your lower stomach, the sign that your peak is approaching rapidly. 

No no no, he can’t win! 

You pull away from the grip he has on you, abruptly getting off him, internally mourning the pleasure you rob yourself of. 

He needs to come. He needs to break first. 

You sit next to where he’s lying on his back, hand moving down so that you can work his length again. 

Aemond catches on to your scheme quickly and uses his strength to push you away, manhandling you so your face’s down in the mattress and ass exposed. 

He pulls on one cheek, admiring your wet and wanting centre. When he shoves back inside with an exaggerated tut, you can’t take it anymore; the pleasure’s just too much.

His touch feels too good, no matter how harsh it is. 

You try to push your face as far as possible into the bed, hoping Aemond can’t hear the moans you can’t contain any longer. 

The loud smacks of his hips against your backside and the lewd, wet sounds coming from your cunt fill the room. 

It’s so aggressively erotic. 

One of his hands finds your clit and as he starts massaging it with vigour, his other hand moves towards your head. 

He grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls your head back so you are facing him. The grip hurts; like a thousand little needles assaulting your scalp. 

“You’re gonna come, I know it. Don’t you fucking dare not look me in the eye when you do”

You’re stuck in his painful grip, yet your orgasm’s racing towards you, making you clench down on his length and moan louder and louder, no longer able to hide the effect he has on you. 

The hand in your hair moves down to grab your breast roughly, nipple pinched between his fingers. You find it hard to keep your body up as pleasure makes it feel like you're floating, but Aemond’s arms around you makes it impossible for you to move. His face moves to press against yours; cheek to cheek, 

“When you sing your silly little songs about what a player I am, remember that no one else can make you feel as good as I do”

And you’re gone. The orgasm hits you so hard you almost black out. It makes your entire body jerk uncontrollably, and if Aemond hadn’t been holding you, you’d be on the floor. 

He keeps fucking your through your orgasm, breathing heavily and grunting at the intense way your walls contract around him. 

As the movements of his hips turn sloppy and frantic, you feel his face move to press between your shoulder blades, arms still holding you tightly, like he’s hugging you from behind. 

Or trying to crush you. 

You can’t decide which. 

You stay like that for a few moments. The room is quiet, save for your shared heavy breathing. You’re suddenly aware of the close proximity between the two of you and feel too exposed, regret storming inside you like in icy waves.  

Shit, what have you done?

Aemond loosens his grip around you and lowers you down on the bed much gentler than how he’d touched you before. 

You stay on your stomach, burying your face in the bed as you feel Aemond shuffle behind you, softly tracing a hand down your back before getting up and making his way towards the adjacent bathroom. 

Shit. Shit. Shit. 

Hearing him turn on the faucet, you quickly get up from the bed. 

You have to get out before he comes back. 

You frantically look for your clothes, scattered all over the hotel room floor. Trying to be as quick as you can be feels impossible when your legs still feel far wobbly, and your mind way too fuzzy, to cooperate.  

You hear Aemond turn off the faucet as you pull on your leggings and underwear. You can’t find your bra, and you don’t even bother looking for it before pulling on your tank top and cardigan hurriedly. 

You just need to get away. 

Away from Aemond. 

You step into your slippers and dart out the front door as you hear him emerge from the bathroom. 

Not patient enough to wait for the elevator, you head towards the emergency exit and climb the two stories up to your room. 

As soon as you're inside, you toss the hotel card key on the desk by the window and throw yourself on the bed, body jolting from the force. 

You want to cry. 

You want to scream. 

You want to go to sleep and realise this was all just a fucked up dream. 

You reach for your phone on the nightstand, now fully charged and with a few messages from Alysanne, asking you how you are and if you’d gone to the cafe she’d recommended by Winterfell Central Station. 

You press her name and the small telephone icon, hoping she’ll pick up. 

“Hi honey, you okay?”, she answers, voice evidently concerned from your sudden call. 

You usually stick to texting, or pre-scheduled face-time dates. 

“I fucked up”, you say, barely above a whisper. You hope that she’ll know what happened without you actually having to say the words. You don’t want to speak it into existence. 

“Did you kill him?”, she jokes and you let out a hollow laugh. 

“Worse”, you say, and Alysanne sighs on the other end.

“Was it good?”, she asks after a long pause, making you let out another snort. 

“What do I do now, Aly? I was just going to push him a little and now-”

“That’s your problem. You always want to get a reaction out of him. What happened to just focusing on yourself?”

Her words feel patronising, like you’re being scolded by your parents. Yet you know she is right. You stay silent and mentally search for a reply; any excuse for your behaviour. 

“Yeah”, you sigh in resignation. 

You know you fucked up; that you’ve acted childish and petty. Still, the satisfied afterglow of experiencing the best orgasm you’ve had in months leaves you feeling a bit less anxious. 

Alysanne tries to distract you by asking about Winterfell, the tour, and what you’re planning on wearing for the big show tomorrow. 

It feels good to talk to a friend without holding anything back. Even if you appreciate Helaena’s company immensely, you know she’s being pulled between you and Aemond, and you’d rather not add to her suffering. 

As Aly tells you about the guy she went on a date with last night, your phone buzzes. 

You briefly glance at your screen, ready to swipe the notification away, when you notice it’s an email from your solicitors office. 

You say a quick goodbye to Aly, open the email and quickly scan through the overly formal text. Your eyes flicker over the screen, taking in what’s written. 

…finalised… 

…shared assets… 

There’s a PDF at the bottom of the email. You click on it, seeing the document you’d left for Aemond in your flat over three months ago. The empty space you’d left next to your hurried signature is now filled in, reading; 

Aemond Targaryen. 

A/N: Thank you for reading 🫶 If you wonder about if he signed the papers right after she left his hotel room; it’s a pdf with his signature, I imagine he actually signed it before leaving for the tour and it just reached her solicitors now.

[aevyk-ing]

Watching the making of Wish

-Patting their backs for reusing animation as an homage. Like yeah, it’s nice, there’s work behind that, but it’s the way they say it, like: “We’ve worked hard! Trust us!” We know animation is hard and the problem with Wish was never the animation.

-I didn’t know Sabino was based on Roger from The Aristocats. I love Roger, he’s delightful. Poor Sabino just looks bland in comparison.

-They say Asha has her good and bad traits (which isn’t true) and is so brave to go against what she has believed her whole life. I've seen that done way better and with actually compelling characters.

-“She has to balance being a good friend and family member to speaking the truth and I think we can all relate to that” Well… nope. All those things can be different things. And both your friends and family should help you or at least listen to you.

-Saying that the “I want” song explains how the character is, like… duh.

-Well, yes, Ariana DeBose did great with what she was given.

-So Asha has freckles because some people of North Africa and Southern Spain have freckles… what? Any skin color can have freckles. And I can’t talk about North African people but Andalusian aren’t quite freckled (yes, that’s the name of Southern Spain). Also, I never saw her as mixed. She totally follows more of her mother’s culture. That’s why I don’t like her calling her father’s father saba. Her mother’s father would be her saba and her father’s father her abuelo.

-I love Bill Schwab’s designs, he’s a great artist. But he was only told Asha’s age, race and height. Which yeah, it’s important, but for designing a character you should think about their personality too, because that also translates into their features, hairstyle, clothes and mannerisms. We still don’t know anything about Asha. Is she shy? Likes comfy clothes? No, wait, she’s adorkable.

-They talk about Disney Princess gowns using elements from the current period where they were made (something quite interesting) but they just put the Modern twist in Asha’s hairstyle. Like, what were you afraid of?

-Maybe I’m reading too much into this, but Schwab’s just did his job with a model sheet and that was the ONLY reference they had for animating Asha for a while. Then one of them used his daughter as inspiration and then Ariana came with lots of ideas. They didn’t know how Asha moved for the longest time! Their lead character!

-They say Asha is pure energy, which is… somehow correct? Like she’s just awkward and making those weird moves and trying to be cute and funny. The movie is done and nobody knows yet who the heck is Asha as a character.

-Apparently, Asha has details of pumpkin seeds all over her clothes and she’s wearing periwinkle because of the idea of making her THE Fairy Godmother. I still think she looks better in orange.

-Seeing the voice acting outtakes was good. But now I wish the Bland Dwarfs looked more like the actors. All of them have interesting features that could have been implemented in the designs instead of making them clones of the Encanto family and the mother from Strange World.

-The first deleted scene is after Sabino retrieves his wish and he sings a song. I would have put it in the end as a farewell song with everyone joining it.

-"The Wish equation" is to have a true wish, be responsible of it and… finding support? Fight for it? Exclude fear? Accept change? What are we even talking about? A dream career?

-They say the FG gave Cinderella the dress but couldn’t make the Prince fall in love with her, so she was supporting her! Like… Cinderella just wanted to go to the ball. BAM, there you go, a new dress, WISH GRANTED. Cinderella’s wish wasn’t to make the Prince fall in love with her, she didn’t even know him yet!

-“Music happens when you’re too overwhelmed with emotion.” This clip plays AFTER a snippet of "Welcome to Rosas". I guess Asha was too overwhelmed with being late. That shouldn’t have been a song, she should have told us about Rosas in the book opening.

-They wanted it to be like a fairytale and then hired a pop composer. Like the director says she grew up with the Disney Renaissance Era. Which used Broadway music!

-They talked about this earlier but “This wish” was the song that helped them write the movie, just like "Let it go" made them rewrite Frozen. So you can tell they didn’t have much to work on, maybe an idea: “Hey, just do a fairytale about wishes for our anniversary.”

-The songwriter was so overwhelmed with the commission she had to reach a friend to help her.  Maybe because nobody actually knew what the movie was about? But hey, she’s the youngest to ever write a Disney OST.

-You know? The more I hear “This wish” the more I’m sure it’s the best song of the entire soundtrack.

-Hey, I know that guy in the archive! I’ve seen this clip before!

-I’m just hearing they didn’t know what the heck to do and dived into the archive for inspiration. I like the idea that they studied the greatest artists for some scenes, but sadly, all that is lost in the movie. They scenes are too short to appreciate the animation, but A+ for effort.

-They thought doing a fairytale illustration style was difficult to do… in 3D. Just don’t do it in 3D! Also, I don’t think it’s that difficult, Blue Eyed Samurai did something great.

-The composition is interesting and the backgrounds too, but the characters look quite bad.

-The illustration style led to the backgrounds (and everything) being in focus, which I think it also makes the movie look weird. Look at any old painting: the background is less detailed than the main focus (less brush strokes). They could have gone that direction. The backgrounds of Wish are too detailed a lot of the times and always in focus, so it’s distracting.

-BTW, most of this is: “We did this like in this movie, that like in that movie…” but, what’s original? What makes Wish its own movie?

-They talk about lines like lineart in animation, which we’ve seen it masterfully in Spiderman. But here is so subdued it doesn’t add anything.

-“Wouldn’t it be great to have a warmer climate than the one we’re used in fairytales?” Yeah, because there’s snow in Encanto and Hercules. Also, nothing tells us that’s a warmer climate. Google “Andalusia”, please. There’s flowers in bright colors everywhere, white houses, narrow streets and people, just a lot of loud and happy people. That’s Southern Spain for you all.

-At least with Frozen we CAN TELL it’s Norway. Here, there’s nothing that says SPAIN. Give us people eating serrano ham or tortillas, maybe put a bull around there, have them drink wine from botijos and play guitars!

-Again with the “this was based on this”. Rosas was inspired by The Sleeping Beauty: Germany and France. That’s a whole different architectural design! There’s no verticality as main focus in Mozarab architecture, is all about curves.

-“So it’s your fault.” Yeah, that doesn’t sound fun. I have the feeling you’re not telling a lot of things.

-You know, another Fantasia would have been great. Maybe one with all the Disney characters.

-This is now about the story of Disney, so yeah, padding. Also, way to use “At all costs” in the background. We don’t want to remember what you’ve done in the past, we just want you to tell a good story again.

-This should have been the beginning, the “wish upon a star” that put Wish in motion.

-It was going to be about the origin of the wishing star?

-“Return of Disney villain” Hahahahahahah…

-They didn’t know how bad Magnífico could be and made him do mean stuff like smashing Sabino’s guitar (they called it a guitar here).

-Also, apparently he was going to be shirtless in a scene. Like, you know, a Disney villain.

-We don’t watch him BECOME a villain, we watch a magic book CONTROL him!

-“With "This is the thanks I get" I was like, oh, yeah, we have a narcissist.”, so they didn’t know anything about Magnífico until the song was written! That’s why he doesn’t act like a narcissist much until that song and why the mirror ending felt rushed.

-“When Chris Pine came in I was like: that’s it, that’s the character.” Because they didn’t even had designed it? Like, that’s literally him!

-He did give it all to that song.

-Magnífico was an alchemist?

-“We didn’t want people to know he was evil right away.” Every poster and article: “Disney’s new villain, everybody!”.

-“Makes him more dangerous the quieter he is.” Magnífico in the end battle: eyes fully open, screaming, laughing.

-Oh, Star, here we go. He was going to be pure energy as well… just like Asha! Yeah, we were robbed. BTW, he’s not like Genie or Maui. Maui and Genie aren’t even the same!

-He could have been a fantastic creature as well. And all those designs look crazily fun. But also that’s the kind of exploration you do at the beginning of the production, not in the middle. Unless someone meddles…

-Someone went out to design different sparkles for Star but I could only see it being adorkable. Focused on the face so the sparkles weren’t even noticeable.

-“…they put their personality on it (Star)” Yeah, because none of these characters had any personality… nor have it now that the movie is done.

-People being made of stardust is one of the most beautiful scientific facts. “You are a star” is the worst song in the movie. No wonder it took so long to write.

-Nope, Doc was a leader. Dalia is just there… talking. Of course she’s a way to get the medal of  “we put a disabled character” but at least she has more personality than Asha.

-BTW, just saw the Story Artist wearing a pin with a Pride flag in the shape of a Mickey.

-“She’s just a young woman, going with her life.” “And succeeding.” Yeah, representation is good, but it’s better if you’re not talking about how good you are for doing it.

-Also, we have mixed-race representation, older people with dreams representation, etc. but hey, that girl has a crutch, we’re cool.

-“Animals in Disney have to be smarter than people.” Why? Just why? And also, Valentino is no way smarter than any of the other characters. So why say that?

-“(Alan Tudyk) He pretty much made the whole character.” Yeah, because it looks like nobody had any idea of how these characters were.

-“Inspiration can came from anywhere.” You just COPY-PASTED the ideas of others.

-“Everybody has seen me crying in the studio.” For a good or bad reason?

-Ending with a Walt quote proclaiming they always do their best job… huh…

-“It served the story better to have Amaya as a good person.” Yeah, nope. It made no sense for her to switch sides so easily.

-Sabino dying would have been such a strong way to start the story. Him stealing Asha’s diary… yep, not good.

-Reinforcing my theory that Disney wanted to move away from shapeshifters after the Nimona fiasco.

-Looks like they gave the chaotic energy Star was going to have to Valentino.

-Making any other animal talking surely was a mistake. What’s with the sassiness?

-Dalia wasn’t called like that?! BTW, the writers were so proud of her clutch not being mentioned but, in the deleted scene, it’s the first thing they do. Twice.

-“When you’re underestimated, they don’t see your power coming until it changes the world.” Whoa, just whoa. Disney writers, everybody.

-LOL, the deleted scene with the animals is so bad. But Magnífico was going to transform into a Beast, so… kinda interesting?

Here's the link, BTW.

And congratulations if you read this all. If you're interested, here are my own Wish rewrites: 1, 2.

[timkontheunsure]

Now that full moon has come out, how do you think apology tour will play out, with clips from the trailer that seem to be from that episode? We know now how their conversation went after the crystal which was about 75% what most fans thought. Whether stolas was invited by verosika or not, he will sing a song about Blitz, at a concert called Blitzo Sucks. For me, after this episode, stolas singing a song bashing blitz seems unfair. And I’d hate for it to be seen as character development for stolas to feel empowered by saying he’s better off without blitz.

Hum ok so here's the trailer without full moon.

(sorry it makes the sound a bit garbled)

So yer we can assume all stuff with Verosika, or them in the same outfits is going to be apology tour. 🙂

Wait didn't we see Stolas calendar.

This half of the season has been fairly close together.

Humm ok going to guess that whatever gets Stolas to Voroskia's show is the scary thing with 2 !!

Heh he also put a dick on the calendar, these two are so alike. 😆

Hang on, I'm about to fall down a rabbit hole. So Western Energy and Oops are a week apart, with Mammon's Magnificent Musical Mid-Season Special shortly after.

Going to guess Western Energy is on the 4th with the 5th and 6th blacked out with Blitz's freekout to find Barbie.

Can see the 5th says 'kill all!!' and 'check the van!!'

Humm can see why it'd need checking after that.

Could be Oops was on the 15th with 'Call Fizzarolli" being the day after?

Not sure where Mammon's Magnificent Musical Mid-Season Special would be though. Maybe 21st if 'kill that fucking guy's is about the creepy stalker?

Ok, back on track.

Going guess that Blitz goes to talk to Stolas in his garden.

Trying to pretend nothing happened, that they can just go on as normal like they did in seeing stars.

And gets snarked at because Stolas isn't having it. Something he says makes Blitz need to talk with Voroskia.

Possibly the "any kind of remorse for what you do?" bit. (Honestly still sounds like a line to Stella, but they played the other bits straight so now less sure).

Think Blitz sneaks in, looks like he might have hidden under a drop cloth from backstage. Gets into a fight with Verosika before the show " the everyone in hell is shity" bit. Possibly mentioning the breakup with Stolas.

He ends up ticking around for the show when he sees Stolas there.

Voroskia does her normal Blitz sucks song (effigy cake cutting in it);

then invites Stolas to also dump on him because of what Blitz says.

Stolas song starts off about how his life was crap before Blitz (parles with You will be ok),

that he loved this guy who made him happy, but who never wanted him back,

that their relationship was just coursing them both pain, that Blitz was never happy with him,

and that the image in his head of them has been shattered.

Looks like Voroskia comes to twist the knife at how badly Blitz screwed up a really good thing.

Hopefully with them talking and her getting real closure? While Blitz finally come to see Stolas.

Blitz breaks into Stolas' bedroom after the show and they both talk. (Can see they're on his bedroom sofa).

With them agreeing to give it a shot but not really defining what that is. (What can I say I still think they'll be dummies).

(Sorry this tuck a bit to get back to you. My draft got eaten by save errors grumble).

[kittyball23]

So, here’s a oneshot request: Can you make an alternative version of your oneshot “Battle of the Bands”? So it’s basically the same, but except, there are some changes. And they’re focused on Veneer. On the outside, he acts how he acts in the original version, but inside, he has been keeping his secret that he has been secretly vocally trained by Floyd to find his true talent while Velvet was away, and Veneer comes up with his own plan inside, and at the climax of the oneshot, he turns against Velvet and joins Poppy, John Dory, Spruce, Clay, and Floyd and helps to free Branch. The reason I’m requesting this is because some people have been theorizing that Veneer will be redeemed. I would be glad if you did this idea.

I definitely had to finish writing this up after seeing the new Veneer clip that came out!

Redeemed (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: A slightly altered take to the oneshot "Battle of the Bands"; The final confrontation between the Trolls and the doll siblings takes place, with a twist for the better

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“STOP RIGHT THERE, YOU FREAKS!”

Shock jolted through Velvet when she heard that voice boom out at her. She stopped, midway to inhaling that sweet Troll essence that would make her the most envied diva in Mount Rageous, when she’d been interrupted. She saw the blue-haired Troll within smile, and followed his line of sight below to where six little Trolls had just made their way over.

John Dory had been the one to call out, with a determined look on his face.  Behind him were Clay and Spruce who, from the look of it, were ready to rumble. Alongside them were Poppy and Floyd. Poppy frowned up at the dolled-creature, while Floyd too put on a brave face. And, sidling up to Poppy was Viva, who had met up with the group and was just as prepared for the showdown as her sister. It was a display of courage on all their parts, though Velvet thought otherwise.

She began to laugh in an instant at the five little Trolls, finding them ridiculous.

Veneer, however, didn’t laugh along with his sister. So far, he had been agreeing with everything she’d said, and it had succeeded in having them rise to fame, sure… but the cost it was coming at had disturbed him greatly. Floyd had been captured before this Branch Troll. And Floyd could’ve easily ran away, but he didn’t. He came back to face them, even after the danger he knew he’d get into. Veneer suddenly stopped to think… would Velvet do the same sort of thing for him? He tried to avoid looking at Floyd, but he could feel the magenta Troll’s gaze on him. And it was one of disappointment.

“Excuse me,” John Dory shouted, “I believe you have something that belongs to us!”

“Or should we say, someone,” Spruce pitched in with a huff.

“Oh, really?” Velvet asked sarcastically. “Sorry, guys, but this diamond – and everything in it – belongs to ME. So if you want it, you’re gonna have to – “

“HIT IT!”

Velvet startled at the interruption, a part of her infuriated for having her victory spiel cut off, and a part of her confused for what started happening right after the Pop Queen had cried out the command. Because the six Trolls gathered together, and jumped right into a song-and-dance routine.

“Every little thing I do Never seems enough for you You don't want to lose it again But I'm not like them Baby, when you finally Get to love somebody Guess what? It's gonna be me!”

“Ugh, what the heck is this supposed to be?!” Velvet asked angrily, getting no response aside from more singing. She was going to turn away and disregard whatever nonsense was going on, when she noticed something happening. She had to blink to make sure that she was actually seeing correctly, and sure enough it was right there, clear as day. It was a sort of light that was glowing around the six, similar to when Floyd’s talent had been sucked out, and it was sparkling and thrumming with energy as the routine continued. The lights were all a different color that coordinated to each Troll – a vibrant green, an alluring purple, an electric yellow, a tame magenta, and a couple of bright pinks. It swirled and sparkled in a way that had Velvet in awe, so much that she was taken off guard when the energy shot right out at her in a surprisingly powerful burst.

She yelped and fell back, right on Veneer, and causing them both to fall down again in a tumble of skinny arms and legs. She was relieved to find that she’d managed to hold onto the diamond, but her heart dropped when she gave it a quick examination. Right there, stretching like an ugly scar on one side, was a large, and quite deep-looking crack. Velvet made a noise of surprise and ran her finger over it, hoping it was just a horrible illusion, that her twisted dream was not at risk of falling apart at the seams…

… but found that it was very much real.

Taking note of the surprise on her face, the Trolls cheered, feeling the entirely opposite way of their rival.

Velvet narrowed her eyes menacingly. “So that’s the way they wanna play,” she muttered, and in a fury she hauled Veneer up by the arm. “Get up already!” she growled. “Looks like we got ourselves a little Band Battle.”

“A Band Battle?” Veneer echoed, but before he could continue saying what he wanted to say, Velvet had already shoved a microphone at him and grabbed one for herself. He sighed. Velvet would never listen to a word he said anyways. She hadn’t when he’d tried to ask her if it was wrong to hold a living being hostage just to improve themselves in the limelight. She had just rebuffed him, telling him that if he really wanted the fame, he wouldn’t be asking “stupid questions” like that.

I DO want the fame, Veneer told himself. It was all he and Velvet ever wanted. To be recognized. To shine like stars. To have their names plastered on every billboard and to top all of the charts. To be able to have enough money to buy whatever they wanted, when they wanted. But, every time he wondered if it was the right way to go about it, something else always came up. Like the way that his sister started to sing, elbowing him roughly in the ribs to join her so that they could gain the upper hand.

“Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree I travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something…!”

The production, like all of their other productions, was very flashy, an over-the-top deal. Because with Velvet, it had to be. It annoyed Veneer sometimes, but she seemed like she knew what she was doing… especially when he suddenly felt energy surging through him. It wasn’t the same colorful, friendly type of thing that had encompassed the Trolls. This was a dark kind, not only in the dull black and enchanting green schematic, but also with the wickedness that came with it. It was the way poison would look, if poison could be depicted in an abstract form. It flowed through Velvet too, and she grinned as their song blasted the Trolls back in a replica of what had happened to them moments earlier, only this time, the tables had been turned.

But the Trolls were as steadfast as they were musical.

“Don’t give up!” Poppy ever optimistically urged them. “We can do it!”

The group sang again, determined to prove it.

And Velvet and Veneer sang back at them, determined to put an end to it. Or, at least the former did. Veneer was starting to wish this whole ordeal could be over with. Why couldn’t they all just get along?

But back and forth the supercharged music went, both ends were vastly different, and both were putting up quite the challenge against each other. But it was when the Trolls pulled together on another one of their verses, putting every bit of heart and soul into it that things in the battle began to sway. In a loud, clear crescendo, the brothers, Viva, and Poppy succeeded in creating a massive sonic-like explosion. The diamond cracked significantly more, rooting out from its initial crack so that it formed smaller ones, like tree roots or branches.

The siblings noticed and gasped, but Velvet was quicker to react. She adjusted her golden top better, straightened the loose emerald-colored curls on her head, and gripped the microphone so tightly that her knuckles turned far whiter than they already were.

Their musical counterattack, much to the Trolls’ distress, superseded their song. The soundwave was violent and overwhelming, wracking the Trolls body with horrible electrical pulsations that blew them backwards. While nobody suffered a physical injury, it seemed that their resolve was weakened.

“Hehehe, we’re winning! We’re WINNING!” Velvet giggled, clutching Veneer’s arm and jumping up and down like an excited little girl.

“Yeah… woo-hoo…” Veneer half-heartedly replied. He glanced over at the Trolls, who were growing distressed. Floyd in particular was looking quite worn, and Veneer felt guilt at knowing that it was because of him. The power that he and Velvet had drained from Floyd was what had been helping them ride off the battle. It had been the reason for the magenta Troll’s hair to turn white and his skin to have turned a strange, transparent color. Floyd had been the one to try and help Veneer, something that he had yet to tell Velvet, and this was how he repaid him? Holding his brother hostage in order to deplete him as well?

But just then, a new voice filled the air. And it was Branch’s.

“Let me take you to a better plaaaace,

I’m gonna make you kiss the sky tonight

Yeah if you let me show the waaay,

I’m so excited, to see you excited!

Take you to a better place (yoo hoOooOo)

And baby you can love me on the way

We’re flying up to outer spaaace,

I’m so excited, to see you excited!”

From within the cracked diamond, his voice carried on strongly, and the six Trolls were inspired.

Poppy was the first of the six to add her voice in the mix. While not an official BroZone member, she still knew the exact words of the song by heart, and sang them with much heart put into it. Viva put an arm around her and joined in…

Then JD followed in after her...

.. then Spruce...

... then Clay...

... then Floyd...

... who joined with the others harmoniously so that they were creating a heart-stopping sound... But there was still a question on their minds - would it be that perfect Family Harmony?

Velvet didn't want to wait to find out. As soon as Branch had started singing, she’d grabbed her mike and was prepared to retaliate harder than before. “Come on, Veneer! We can beat them!”

But Veneer was no longer on the same page as his sister. He was fed up. These Trolls were working so hard to save their family member, and Velvet just wanted to continue to make things difficult for them. This time, he was not going to let it slide.

“NO!” he shouted to her.

Velvet gaped at him. “What?”

“You heard me. I said NO!” Veneer said firmly. He tossed his microphone on the ground and kicked it to the side. “I’d love to be famous with you, Velvet… but not like this.” He shook his head and crossed his arms.

Velvet’s cheeks were turning crimson. “How else are we gonna be famous?!”

Veneer had an answer for that. “We just have to practice. It might take time, but that’s how it is. Fame doesn’t just come overnight. You have to work at it, and have the right people by your side.” He looked over at Floyd, who had told him those very words at one point during his capture. That it was possible for him to be a great singer without having to use Troll essence. Floyd looked proud to see that Veneer was using his advice to stand up against his sister and grinned.

"That Troll has been getting to your head!" Velvet growled.

"That 'Troll' has shown me that I do have real talent within. And that we don't have to do this!" To hammer in his point, Veneer stepped away from Velvet and stood by the Trolls’ side. “I don’t want to be a part of this scheme anymore, sis!” he cried, and then joined in singing with the Trolls.

“Let me take you to a better plaaaace,

I’m gonna make you kiss the sky tonight

Yeah if you let me show the waaay,

I’m so excited, to see you excited!

Velvet shrieked in anger. “Fine then, be that way! I always knew you were good for NOTHING!” She picked up her microphone and sang back, angry at her brother’s betrayal.

“Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree I travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something…!”

The dark magic was strong and wild, and struck against the Trolls' harmonious one, entangling it in a mess of twisted energy. It was difficult to tell which of the two sides were winning with how stunningly chaotic things became, the rays fighting and wrestling, good against bad, in a heated struggle for dominance.

But the group still kept on singing.

Poppy and Viva sang like they never did before in all of their lives. John Dory gave it all his boldness, Spruce all his heart, Clay all his spunk, Floyd all his sincerity, and Veneer all his determination.

And the doll-like sister was giving it their all too - all their spare stolen talent that is, which was rapidly being depleted.

She took no notice until Veneer's voice suddenly cracked and became pitchy at a key note in the song.

"Some of them want to use you, some of them want to be ab -ACK! UGHCK CAH!” She coughed suddenly over the unexpected interruption. In a panic, she tried again quickly, opening her mouth and willing her vocal chords to cooperate, but what came out was less than stellar. It was there that she realized that she was losing. Her gaze honed their gaze on her most precious possession.

The diamond!

She reached for it, and immediately drew back, giving a sharp cry for the sudden, electric ZAP that had erupted from Branch's enclosure. Velvet suddenly regretted not having inhaled his talent right when she had the opportunity. It was as though the Troll musical magic had created a forcefield, preventing her from even laying a finger on the diamond.

Then the most marvelous thing happened.

And that, folks, was the accomplishment of impossibly fabled perfect Family Harmony.

It was exactly as mystically glorious as the brothers remembered it, with all of the colors and light and absolutely in-sync sensation that coursed through their veins. Their magic pulsed and glowed, stronger than ever and - if one looked closely enough - it could be sworn that it formed the image of one great, big ethereal apparition of a Troll… One who, in the climactic moment of the band's union, blasted out a massive burst of pure, bright, rainbow-colored energy. The last thing Velvet saw before the force of the energy blasted her from the yacht they were on into the river below was the diamond, rippling and snapping, and then making the telltale CRRRRRAAAACKK! that indicated that it had broken completely.

Branch, also blinded by the light, had hardly realized what had happened, barely getting a sense of where he was, at least until he felt himself surrounded by Poppy, Viva, and his brothers.

“WE DID IT!” Poppy cheered, squeezing Branch in a tight hug. “WE DID IT! WE DID IT! Oh, Branch, I’m so glad you’re okay!!”

“Oh, Poppy!” he cried in relief, holding her just as tightly and never wanting to let go. He’d been fearful that he could never have her in his arms again, but that fear could now rest at ease.

His older brothers were just as pumped as the Pop Queen. “WOO-YEAH!” John Dory shouted. “She’s right – we did it, we owned it, we brought the house down! Or at least that evil diamond… WOOOO!” He made his rounds with the brothers, chest-bumping with Spruce, double-high fiving with Clay and Viva, and lovably noogy-ing Floyd.

At his feet, the diamond pieces lay scattered by Veneer. Finally, the one item that had been the cause of all the turmoil had been decimated. He felt bad for his sister Velvet, but he would’ve felt worse if he’d let her continue on with her awful plan. Hurting someone and being a big phony were not the ways to accomplish anything.

He suddenly felt a presence beside him, and looked down to find Floyd. Veneer swallowed, twiddling his thumbs and feeling incredibly guilty.

“Hey, um… no hard feelings?” he asked, kneeling down and putting his hand out to show that he meant no harm.

Veneer was lucky in the fact that Floyd was not one to hold a grudge. The magenta Troll smiled up at him and accepted his hand for a shake. “No hard feelings,” he assured.

The Trolls all breathed a sigh of relief. Things were back to the way they were supposed to be - as in, nobody being kept hostage as a talent slave! Which meant…

Branch and his brothers all exchanged glances with each other.

“Sooo… what do we do now?” John Dory asked.

Poppy shrugged. “Well, we could head back to Pop Village… I mean, that is, if you wanna go back?” 

She scanned the brothers’ faces, who seemed to be a little doubtful at her suggestion.

“Back to Pop Village?” Spruce asked.

“We haven’t been there in years…” Clay mumbled. It wasn’t even in the same place, with how they’d all learned about the relocation into the forest after King Peppy’s evacuation on that one Trollstice. One glance at Viva and he knew that she too felt the same way as he did.

“I barely remember what it even looks like!” the Putt Putt Queen admitted.

But it was a homecoming long in the making, and one that Branch - who stood silently in between Poppy and Floyd with bated breath – was hoping that they’d go for.

Luckily, his brothers’ thoughts were right on the same track.

“Sure, we’ll go!” John Dory said, speaking up for the band. “But only on one condition…”

“What is it?” Floyd asked curiously.

JD grinned slyly at his magenta-haired brother. “That none of us ever see another diamond again!”

And everybody laughed, sharing the same exact sentiments.

[cremeriie]

small world (or so it seems)

Osvald truly did not care much about the state of his hair, or any other so-called vanities, really. Unless it seriously impeded his work, the way he looked was simply not important.

Agnea thought otherwise.

"Seriously Professor, it can't be comfortable keeping it all knotted up like that."

"Yeah! You hair looks as bad as mine after a chase in the woods!"

Ochette only caught the tail end of Osvald's sharp stare as she bounded out of the Inn, likely to find something to eat. This left only Agnea as the remaining nuisance.

"Just let me brush it out, please? You can still read while I do it, you don't even have to move."

He was about to deny her, for good that time, but he stopped short at the pleading look in her eyes. Suddenly, his chest ached in a painfully familiar way.

He never could say no to such an earnest face. Not when it reminded him so much of life before the fire.

"Fine."

"Really? Oh thank you Osvald, I'll be right back with my brush!"

She almost tripped rushing up the stairs, grasping clumsily at her skirt as she went. She really was so young compared to the rest of their group and Osvald wondered, not for the first time, if letting her join their travels was a good idea. At the very least, she held her own in a fight fairly well, and she seemed to pick up on the basic wind magic he had taught her quite quickly.

"Oops, sorry about that ma'am! Whew. Alright Professor, let's see what we're working with here."

She softly pulled all of the unkempt strands back towards her to get a better look. Agnea had a usually irritable habit of humming when she was concentrating, but Osvald oddly found the sound less troublesome that night. After a while she dropped the hair and made a 'hmph'-ing noise.

"Your diagnosis?"

"Pretty terrible. But nothing I cant fix with a little hard work. Um, it may hurt a bit, though."

He brushed off the concern with a wave of his hand, to which Agnea shrugged as if to say 'alright then,' and began her attack on the knots. she started at the bottom, which was relatively tidy all things considered. When pain never occurred Osvald turned his attention back to his book and began reading once again.

For a short while the room was filled only with the quiet sounds of humming, turning pages, and brushing. It was almost peaceful, until...

Snag. His head quickly whipped back and into place.

He blinked.

Snag. Again, his vision was pulled away from the pages.

Snag!

"Agnea."

"Sorry, sorry! It's just such rat's nest back here. My mother would be furious if she saw this mess."

"Hm. Did she often brush your hair?"

"Oh yes, all the time when I was small,' a sad, faraway smile fell onto her face, "She always said how lucky I was to have thick hair, and lots of it too. I bet she'd say the same about you."

"I would get rid of it all if I could but..." He trailed off.

"But?"

"My wife. She...liked it."

Agnea could tell from the clipped response that it was not a subject to be pushed further. They slipped back into silence. At the thought of her mother, she was reminded of one of the songs she used to sing when brushing her daughter's hair. The words spilled from her lips.

"O, Lady of Grace, bless me with poise/ With which I may charm my sweet love/ O, Lady of Grace, bless me with voice/ With which I may call my sweet love..."

At first, the lyrics breezed past Osvald's ears disinterestedly. Agnea was always singing to herself, he couldn't possibly keep up with every song. However, once the last line hit the air his lungs abruptly seized, wind violently squeezed out out them. Voice croaking, he turned slightly to look at the girl.

"How...how do you know that song?"

"Hm? Oh, it's a silly old love song my mother wrote. Apparently it was very favourable with young ladies in all the places she visited. Do you maybe know it? I bet she was still traveling around the time you were younger."

"Rita, she--I remember her singing it. She said she learned it from a woman visiting town..."

"Wow. I wonder if it was mom she heard that day?"

"Quite possibly."

"Huh...and now, all these years later, here we are, together...it must be fate."

"If one is to believe in such a thing."

Osvald swallowed thickly. His body was stiff, and he was trying desperately to remain composed. It was not the time to fall apart. For Aelfric's sake, he hadn't even had a drink that evening.

Agnea stopped, noticing the shake in his jaw from how hard he was clenching it. Her movements stilled. Hesitantly, she wound her arms around Osvald's neck. She gently squeezed, before murmuring into his hair.

"Whether it's fate or not, I'm happy that we met."

She quickly untangled herself from his body and stepped back, clapping her hands decisively.

"Um, we're all done! I bet it feels a whole lot better, even if you won't admit it. Maybe next time I can convince you to let me braid it."

Osvald let out a shuddering breath and cleared his throat.

"Certainly not."

Her laugh twinkled across the room, "Oh, we'll see! But it'll have to be later, because I am quite tired after all of that hard labour. Goodnight Professor!"

"Goodnight, and...thank you."

Agnea beamed brightly before climbing the stairs to her room.

He ran his fingers through his hair and was surprised at the lack of resistance. Small and witnessed only by himself, he smiled.

Osvald knew that the pain in his chest might never fully go away, but that night he felt it ease, just a little bit.

[dixidin]

Genshin Impact hcs for every nation pt.1

Mondstadt edition!

Info: OOC? Mentions of other characters, writing sucks, sorry if I get some lore wrong with some characters! Fyi, none of this is cannon besides the occasional lore mentions (also I am trying to clean out all of these hcs before fountaine comes out and I am SPRINTING)

Albedo: Since he's not a human, he didn't know how to react when he broke one of his bones. Thankfully, Sucrose was there to help him and took him back to Mondstadt to get his broken bone bandaged up. Jean demanded (intimidated) Albedo to rest until he was healed, safe to say he was not happy.

Amber: When she was a kid, she loved apples and even had a tree for apples. When she was hungry, she would climb up the tree and try to get as many as she could. Most of the time, she fell and got some sort of scar of her knee or elbow, but as she grew up, she got better and more agile.

Barbara: She visited Liyue once, and since she's an idol, she got a lot of praise there. The bad part was that some of the guys there were very creepy to her, but she formed a friendship with Yunjin and Xinyan, and they scared them away. Even Xiao since it's his job to protect people in Liyue! They formed an unlikely friendship, and they still write letters to each other (Xiao always asks if she's been doing okay).

Bennett: Bennett has a bunch of pressed four leaf clovers for bookmarks. He'll even go out of his way to search for new four leaf clovers just for luck, he doesn't really care if he gets hurt.

Diluc: Diluc actually has a very good singing voice and knows how to dance very well! But he doesn't sing or dance much since he's so busy, but he finds himself humming to a song that's playing on his record player.

Diona: She has claws but clips them often, but one prominent feature of hers is her nose having a line connected to her mouth, showing some more cat features of hers.

Eula: Whenever her terrible parents weren't looking, she would snatch some candy/sweets and hide them. She once got caught, but luckily, it was by her maid! And her being the wonderful maid she was (also knowing how rude her parents were) let Eula go on multiple occasions.

Fischl: She had a huge interest in string instruments and worked hard to practice with any of them she could find. To this day, she knows how to play a bunch (ex: bass, fiddle, viola, harp, ukulele, etc.)

Jean: She has a bunch of rare allergies, so she's very grateful not to be allergic to pollen, which is why she loves flowers so much.

Kaeya: When Kaeya was growing up in the Ragnvindr family, he learned some English through Diluc. In return, he taught Diluc how to speak some Khaenri'ah.

Klee: She has gotten in trouble so many times to the point where Jean has made a cardboard 'jail cell' for her.

Lisa: She cannot keep a plant alive for the life of her, due to her sleeping so much. On multiple occasions, she has woken up to a dead flower and has had to profusely apologize to Jean for letting her perfect, growing flowers die on her.

Mika: He is an absolute nerd when it comes to literature, so when Razor asks him to teach him some 'fancy words'. Mika was more than happy to help (some times he has to apologize when Razor gets confused when Mika starts spitting our larger words that Razor is still, very new too)

Mona: Unlike Lisa, Mona is a big plant mom, and if any of them were to die on her, then she would cry her heart out and make a funeral for it. She especially loves her Bonsai tree.

Noelle: Despite Noelle being very busy with becoming a knight and other work related info, she actually really likes learning about flower languages and all different kinds. Her favorites are roses, which is why she has so much of the on her outfit

Razor: Since Razor has been living with wolves for most of his life, he's developed a strong sense of smell. You give em a candle, he'll smell it and guess the correct answer in an instant without even looking what's scents are in the candle

Rosaria: Rosaria is secretly really good at sewing and can patch up anything! She's also tried crocheting but it didn't go well

Sucrose: Since Sucrose is an animal, she makes sure that her ears are in tip-top shape so they don't get infected or torn

Venti: Since Venti is an archon hiding as a bard, he took inspiration with a newspaper boy cap and Focalor's French like nation where they have something called a beret. Mixing them together and eventually making his hat! It was only till Zhongli explained that he could've just used a regular bard's hat and didn't need to go the extra mile

If you repost this on another website, please give credit. Any like or repost is greatly appreciated -dixidin

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Talent Show Reject

Fic Advent Calendar Day 8

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Author’s Note: Sorry for the delay today, besties. I like this one, I think it's dead cute. Harry's really excited for a family day out, the dog included, to the town centre's Christmas light switch on.

Word Count: 2.4k

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Harry and Y/N tried their hardest to stay active participants in their community. Harry was away a lot, so it was usually Y/N who was showing face at any events in their area. Farmers markets, the shows in the local school, bake sales. This year, however, Harry was home, and Y/N had never seen someone so excited for the local high streets Christmas light switch on in her life. He was practically buzzing. 

“Okay, babe, so what time does it actually start?” He asked over their lunch at a local cafe the pair frequented, he was feeling a lot better after his sick day the day before and the dose of being babied and medicated by his love. 

“Think the switch on is at 6:30, but they have a few cute stalls and little performances by kids from the primary school,” she said wiping her hands on her napkin before folding it onto her plate. 

“You think it’s at 6:30 or y’know it’s at 6:30?” Harry pressed. 

“It’s definitely at 6:30 baby,” Y/N clarified for him, giggling as he checked his watch to see how much time they had. It was still four and a half hours away. 

“’Kay, so should we head down now?” Harry finished his water and went to shrug his arms back into his coat.

“Harry, gorgeous, we’ve got ages,” she pulled some cash from her purse to leave on the table to cover their bill from lunch and a tip. “Also you promised the dog we would take him and I can’t bear to look at him being sad if we don’t,” Y/N pouted as she stood from her place at the table.

“Okay, so we’ll got get Vinnie and then are we walking or taking the car?” Harry asked, holding Y/N’s coat open for her to slide into. 

“Let’s walk, it’ll tire Vinnie out too, think I might need a better coat though,” Y/N said as they stepped out into the cold, the bitter wind making her hug her coat tight to her body as Harry took one of her hands in his and slipped their intertwined fingers into his pocket as they took the short walk back to their house. 

Vinnie greeted them at the front door, with the waggiest of tails and his lead already in his mouth good to go. 

“Hi, m’special boy,” Y/N exclaimed dropping down to her knees quickly to hug him close to her as if she hadn’t seen him in years. As he leapt up to love on his Mum. 

“Y’are special if she gets on her knees that quick for you, Vincent,” Harry laughed at his own joke. 

“Don’t be a twat or I’m not going to the lights with you,” Y/N shot him a playful glare before getting distracted by Vinnie licking her cheek for more attention. “C’mon, let’s go get you some food and we’ll get ready to go out, eh Vinnie,” she gave him a last scratch before getting to her feet hearing his paws trot after to the kitchen. 

*** 

With Vinnie fed and watered, they had got him ready by attaching his light up collar so he could be seen in the dark, not that he would run away from their feet, he was much too scared to do that, but you never know. Y/N also pulled on his Christmas sweater she had found in Pets at Home for him last year, granted it was a little tight round his midsection now, but they’d get away with it for a few hours. 

“Are you Santa’s little helper, Vinnie?” Harry cooed at him as Vinnie sat at his feet after finding his Dad at the front door, his tail acting like a swiffer mop on the floor. Vinnie barked in response. “Y/N/N,” Harry called upstairs, “you about ready, if I miss the cute kids singing Christmas songs or ones from the nativity that’s on you,” he warned as he clipped Vinnie’s lead to his collar. 

“Keep your hair on, m’coming,” she appeared at the top of the stairs, adjusting the knit beanie on her head. She had shrugged on a green wool coat with an oversized check pattern covering it, “two seconds, jus’ need to grab something from the kitchen,” she kept walking down the hall and appeared a moment later with two thermos cups in her hands. “Made us two little hot chocolates for the walk,” she smiled softly, handing Harry’s off to him. 

“Hm,” Harry hummed dreamily, “you’re cute, y’look cute too,” he smiled, leaning forward to peck her lips, before giving a quick kiss to the tip of her nose as her eyes fluttered closed. 

“Shall we?” she broke herself out of her dreamy haze, as Harry opened the front door ushering her and the dog out of it as he locked up. “Wait, hang on, want to take a picture of us all,” Y/N ran forward to set her phone up, so it captured their front door, with the wreath hanging in the middle and a garland around the door frame. She had Vinnie sit in front of Harry’s feet, his chest puffing out proudly, clad in his slightly too tight Christmas jumper. Y/N set the timer and sprinted back to her spot next to Harry as he flung his arm round her shoulders and gripped Vinnie’s lead in his other hand as the smiled at the camera. The camera took a series of photos as Y/N went to collect it as they left the security of their front garden and made the walk to the high street. “Oh baby, look, these are so cute,” Y/N almost squealed swiping through the photos, “look how cute our little baby is,” she whined, turning the phone round to show Harry

Vinnie being such a good boy for his photograph. With the amount of times Y/N makes that dog pose for her in a day, he’s ready at the drop of a hat to have his picture taken at this point. Harry watched her change her lockscreen to the photo and then send it her family groupchat, seeing her family drop heart reactions and fawn over the cute little family photo within seconds of receiving it. 

*** 

The sky grew darker on their 15-minute walk to the high street and as they got to one of the busier areas, Harry leant down to turn on Vinnie’s glowing collar and clicked off the retractable part of his lead so he couldn’t wander too far from them. They had finished their hot chocolates on their walk too and Y/N had thrown the empty thermos cups in the oversized bag she carried on her shoulder. They hadn’t missed anything yet, but there were a lot of people milling around. The residents of the area were used to seeing Harry’s face around, so he received nothing more than pleasant greetings and nods of the head in their direction as if he was any other friendly neighbour. 

“Oh my god, d’you smell that?” Y/N’s mouth watered, there was a scent of zingy citrus and woodsy spices lingering in the air as Y/N’s head whipped round trying to find the source as they shuffled along with the crowd of people wandering around looking for a spot or ferrying children to where they were to be before their performances. 

“There’s the mulled wine stall there, sweetheart, want to set up shop her with Vin and I’ll go get us some?” Harry asked as they broke into a free area as Y/N nodded before taking hold of Vinnie’s leash, as Harry pecked her on the cheek and gave a warning to Vinnie to be good for his Mum before he disappeared back into the crowd of people. 

***

Harry arrived back a short while later with two steaming cups of mulled wine for them, Y/N grinning seeing a cinnamon stick sitting at the edge of the cup with a slice of orange and pieces of star anise swirling round in the dark liquid. Vinnie tried to take a sip after Y/N took her first and let the cup hang by her side. “Nuh-uh Vincent, not for dogs, y’wouldn’t even like it,” Y/N booped the dog on the tip of his nose with her free hand. 

“Vin, here, I have somethin’ you’ll like,” Harry said as the dogs attention drifted to Harry’s as he dug around in his coat pocket before bringing out a dog chew from the depths of the pocket as Vinnie tried to grab for it, “hey, gentle, Vincent, we take it gentle,” Harry elongated the last word as Vinnie slowly took it from his grip, “that’s it, good boy,” Harry praised, giving him a quick scratch behind his ear before the dog plopped down to lie on his belly across both their feet. 

“You’re the one who keeps saying we need to stop giving him so many snacks,” Y/N reminded him, as she watched the children from the primary school shuffle out onto the stage, some with bits of tinsel and Santa hats on top of their heads. 

“Shh, it’s his Christmas Day out with his parents, let him enjoy it,” Harry nudged her playfully as the kids’ music teacher began the opening to Away in a Manger as the little cuties on stage burst into song. 

*** 

Four songs later the children left stage to a deafening applause as parents wiped tears of pride away with gloved fingers. 

“That was lovely, wasn’t it?” Y/N beamed up at Harry, who hastily blinked away the watery sheen that collected in his eyeline. 

“Yeah, dead cute,” he said gruffly, trying to swallow past the emotion in his throat. 

“What is it with you and crying at children’s choirs?” she laughed as he swiped his under eyes quickly. 

“Shut up,” he whined at her teasing, “their jus’ so cute I can’t help it. Vincent, get your mother, she’s being mean to Daddy,” Harry said to the dog at their feet, he looked up from his spot lazily at his father before turning back to the front. If that dog could roll their eyes, Y/N and Harry are sure they would have rolled out his head by now. 

They watched as another three children shuffled out onto the stage, the announcer saying that these kids were getting to switch on the lights this year as a reward of the fundraising they had done at school this year. They got to the front of the podium where a big, shiny, red button waited for them to press to turn the lights on. The children screamed a countdown from five down the microphone before the three small hands clapped on the button after one as they yelled out ‘Merry Christmas.’ The high street suddenly flickered into twinkly life. Fairy lights rapped round trees and lampposts, glittering snowflakes strung between the buildings and at the top of the high street a big 18 foot tree, lit up with hundreds upon hundreds of bright white lights. 

“Shame about the colour of the lights,” Harry muttered into her ear, knowing Y/N’s distaste for bright white lights, being much fonder of warm white. He pressed a kiss to her cheek. 

“Can’t win ‘em all,” she sighed before turning to plant a sloppy kiss to Harry’s lips in the middle of the crowded street as people began to move on to their next destination for the evening. 

“Y’wanna head back? Think Vinnie is hitting his social interaction limit for the evening,” Vinnie was a great dog 99% of the time, but he was definitely getting tired as he missed out on his afternoon snooze, and they could hear him whining every time another child came to aggressively pat him on the head. Not that they were at all concerned about him acting out, but he was there baby, and they wanted him to feel as happy, and safe and loved as possible, and if that meant an early finish to their evening, so be it. Y/N nodded, looping her arm through Harry’s as he began to fight his way through the crowd to get them on the path back home.

*** 

“Did you ever do a Christmas light switch on?” Y/N asked once they were alone, away from the crowd and on their empty street as they walked back to the house, after a quick stop off in the park for Vinnie to do his business and get his post-bathroom break zoomies out. 

“Hm, no, why would I?” Harry mused. 

“I always remember it being like X Factor and reality tv show rejects who done them in my hometown growing up,” Y/N said softly not realising what her words implied. 

“Oi! M’not a reject, am I?” Harry asked, laughing as her mouth gaped. 

“Oh my god,” she smacked his shoulder playfully, “you know I didn’t mean it like that,” she giggled as Harry typed in the code to their gate as they reached the house.

“Nope, I have nothing else to say to you,” Harry said walking in front of her as she followed him, giggling away. 

“Harry,” she whined, laughing, “I’m sorry, you’re not a reject,” she said, trying her best to be serious, but a smile still fought its way to her lips. 

“Thank you,” he said sincerely, unclipping the dog from his leash as he sprinted to his bed in the living room. 

“Still didn’t win though, did’ya?” she smirked. 

“Oi!” 

“M’sorry, m’sorry, I just couldn’t help myself,” she laughed as she ran to the living room as Harry tried to grasp her around the waist. 

He caught her in the living room, her back to his chest as he gripped her around the middle, “y’gonna make it up to me?” He mumbled in her ear, before leaning down to leave a wet kiss on the side of her neck. 

“Mhmm,” she sighed out, gripping his arms that held her close. 

“How?” Harry whispered. 

Y/N craned her neck round to catch his gaze, “I’ll let y’do your own Christmas light switch on when we turn the tree lights on in a second. Y’can do the big countdown and everything if you want,” she said.

Harry’s brows furrowed, as his eyes searched hers, leaving a long pause before opening his mouth “…deal.” 

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[treluna4]

number 25 with David and Patrick please and thank you ❤️

So….. this exploded.

A High School AU

Though they had never spoken before, Patrick saw David Rose almost constantly. For some reason, whenever he was in the halls between classes, Patrick always seemed to spot him. He would close his locker or pick up his backpack and when he turned around, he would immediately find David in the crowd. It was strange that someone who only dressed in black and white could stand out like that, but he did. Wherever he was, whatever he was doing, Patrick was always aware of David Rose.

This strange proximity became even more prevalent after Patrick started helping out with the spring musical.

Rachel was cast as the lead that year and she roped Patrick into helping with set construction. That’s how he finally met the meticulous, vibrant ASM who dressed in all black and conducted everyone around him like a philharmonic orchestra.

And much like the rest of his high school experience, whenever Patrick would look up from the set piece he was working on, he would see David either deep in discussion with Ms. Lee, the drama teacher, or else scribbling notes in the margins of the script that he always had with him. Sometimes he would be talking to his friend Stevie, who wasn’t involved in the play but just came to hang out on slow afternoons. Sometimes David would catch his eye and Patrick would feel a rush of embarrassment, low in his gut, for getting caught staring.

On opening night, David permits Patrick to watch the show from the wings of the stage, not far from where he himself is standing. Patrick starts the night by watching Rachel in the spotlight, smiling proudly as his friend hits every mark and sings every note. He stands, arms folded, and bops his head along with the music he’s grown to know over the past few months.

Behind him, he can hear David mutter into his Gwen’s Stefani mic “Set change. Please don’t fuck it up this time.” David looks up from the lit script on the podium in front of him in time to catch Patrick’s eye. They smile briefly at each other and Patrick continues to watch him for another minute, even after David gets back to work. Then the lights go up again on Rachel and a few other cast members, and he turns his attention once more to the show.

The show runs for three weekends and is hailed by all as a success. Patrick buys actual newspapers and clips out real paper copies of the reviews. He frames them and presents them to Rachel on the night of her final show and she cries and hugs him tightly. Patrick is the first to let go.

That cast party is held at Ted’s house. Patrick makes the rounds for a while, congratulating the cast and crew, taking a tequila shot from Alexis and a hit of a joint from Stevie. Later, he joins in with their spontaneous showtune singalong, though he doesn’t know most of the songs.

He eventually finds David in the kitchen, tapping a new keg and filling a cup.

“Hey,” Patrick says. David wordlessly hands him a cup and fills one for himself. They clink their cups together and drink. David pulls a face and Patrick tries not to laugh.

“Not a fan of beer?” Patrick asks.

“Nope. Can’t say I am.”

“You’d think a high establishment such as this one would have a better alcohol selection.”

David grins fully at the quip. It’s rare, this grin, and Patrick treasures it like the gift it is, “I hear they’re going to have a mixologist come by later for a demonstration. Should be a real treat.”

Patrick smiles and conversation shifts easily to the show, school, shared hobbies (turns out they don’t have any) and family.

At one point, a group of people crowd around the keg, empty cups in hand, and David touches Patrick’s arm in invitation. They head out onto the back patio and lean against the railing, continuing their conversation.

Patrick has never been drunk before. He’s not exactly sure he’s drunk now. He’s almost definitely not high, but he’s also not sober either. He’s in some weird middle ground. And it’s giving him insight he didn’t have before.

As he watches David Rose tell a story with exaggerated arm movements and full facial expressions, Patrick realizes that he’s gorgeous. Not just objectively. He’s attractive. To Patrick. Patrick is attracted to him. Patrick thinks back to all the times he caught David’s eye in the halls, and how it felt whenever David looked at him. He thinks of David’s arm on him a few minutes ago. He wants David’s arm on him again. He looks at David’s lips. He wants to know what they feel like.

“Patrick?” David asks, uncertainty creeping in his voice, “are you okay? You kind of spaced out there.”

Patrick shakes his head, “no, sorry. Sorry, David. I was just thinking.”

“Thinking about what?”

On another night, under different circumstances, with all of his filters firmly in place, he would never say what he’s about to say.

“Right now I’m thinking about kissing you.”

Even Patrick can see David blushing in the half-light. He seems momentarily stunned, so Patrick tries again, “can I kiss you, David?”

In response, David lays a hand on the back of Patrick’s neck, and the other on the small of his back. They step closer together.

David’s lips are soft and warm and everything Patrick didn’t know he was waiting for. He grips David’s jacket in a bid to pull him closer, but David hums and breaks the kiss, “please don’t tug on my jacket.”

“Oh! Okay,” Patrick says, but before he has any time to feel embarrassed, David’s lips are on his again. Patrick slides a hand between David’s leather jacket and his thick sweater, “is this okay?” He asks. David nods and kisses him again.

Patrick sinks fully into it. Into the experience of kissing David Rose. It feels like nothing he’s ever known before and he never wants it to stop.

After a long time, they break apart. Catch their breath. Their arms are still around each other so Patrick leans in and rests his head on David’s shoulder.

[yfmconfessions2]

feel free to ignore if this doesn’t count as a headcanon

Also before I start this I want to apologize if my English is bad. I am from Sweden and I had to use translate for most of this 🙏🏾

One thing about benatar that has always bothered me is his voice. When he speaks his voice is on the higher side & kind of nasally (sorry if that’s not the right word) but when he sings it completely different, it’s octaves deeper & has more bass. I would never think that his singing voice belonged to his speaking voice, so, I went on a mission of finding voices that match his voice better. The first voice that came to me was Paul rein, a Swedish singer who was popular in the 80s here.

(Shameless plug but I highly recommend the songs ‘show me tonight’, ‘love is on the line’ and ‘stop give it up’ they are in English!)

Then I consulted my mother who is a vocal coach. I played her an audio clip of benatar speaking and one of him singing and asked if realistically the voices were compatible. She said no it’s be rare that a speaking voice like that would sound like that when singing and that with the way his voice sounds when he speaks he would sound more like George Michael when he sings (she said specifically in the song “everything she wants”)

Of course there are octave singers who can change the way they sound when they sing and benatar could very well be one of those but this was just a little analysis/ headcanon (?) on benatar and how he would sound realistically. I like studying him.

HONESTLY I LIKE HOW ITS SO DIFFERENT LIKE I THINK ITS SUPPOSED TO BE A COMICAL ELEMENT LIKE

"oh haha a squeaky little british voic- HOLY GODDAMN😍😍"

[amimae]

I saw a post on reddit of a person sharing a picture and saying how it describes their conures. Well mine usually display their different personalities when I'm not trying to discreetly snap a picture. So I decided to include pictures of my weird children and their descriptions.

Here's mine!

Lotus/ Bobotus/ Boboters/Demon child/Boboti, 2 years old now.

He's a very strange conure.

One minute he'll be all cuddly and the next he'll growl and try to sink his beak into your face, neck, arm whatever. That bird is super smart about finding what area of your body hurts the most.

But he's not the smartest when it comes to other things. That being, he gets into lets say a drawer and he screams and screams that he can't get out. Or another time where he and his bird gf got stuck under our bed box springs. I had to lift up the mattress, cut a hole into the fabric and try to lift him out. He was too scared and kept biting my fingers.

His absolute favorite foods and things to chew on are, feet, shoes and then carrots (but they have to be shredded carrots, bread, butter (horrible I know), granola with cheerios and coconut milk, chips, corn, rice and peas.

The bird is very picky with things too haha

He'll stick his foot or what we call pootie (pronounced like foot but with a p) in the sink water, play with it a bit, then decide it's the right temp for bathing. He'll keep doing that until the temp is no longer a proper temp.

He normally likes perching on our right hand, our dominant one, which is a problem since we use that for gaming or me drawing usually.

He only wants oldie type of music. So 1950s to 1970s or so. It has to be that type of rock and roll with a beat and not repetitive. Otherwise he starts growling.

Things I love about him: He is amazing at rhythm sometimes. I'll be singing a song that he approves of and he'll add his little noises at just the right times.

He learned how to make this adorable "beep beep" noise and it kills me. It's so cute. Especially when he wants attention.

The bird learned how to knock on our door to get our attention too. We'll just be sitting in our living and we'll hear a tap tap tap, and we know that's Lotus wanting out of the room.

Before we go to sleep now, my husband likes to say goodnight listing off the 4 birds' names and making a kissing sound. And because Lotus learned that sound he likes to continuously give us kiss sounds. Definitely makes the night better

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Now Goose!

Goose/Goosey/Goosey goo/Princess Goose/Goosey girl/ Loose Goose/ Loose Cannon Goose/ Goose goose is a 1 year old and super adorable

She is the stereotypical dad's girl. Back when we first got her at Petco, she still had her wings clipped (I hate that they do that but its fine). So her Dad/my husband took her on his shoulder everywhere he could. He got to experience the world and meet a lot of people. It was easy to train her too! Her Dad spent so much time with her and because of that she's a force to be reckoned with.

Goosey was the shy conure of the group, and adored blueberries. She loved blueberries so much that it's all she ever ate when we first brought her home from the pet store. So her shit was just blueberries lol

For a while, she was scared of us and other people. She was easy to have on us and family members though. Super sweet and because of that my husband would call her his sweetheart.

She broke out of that fairly quickly and started biting things. Now she loves biting. That's one of her things she'll bite or nibble to navigate around.

That girl is an excellent climber and is amazing at flying. I mean for a bird that couldn't fly for several months. You couldn't tell haha.

Foods she absolutely loves are any type of meat, corn, peas, carrots, potatoes, jalapenos seed and all, dried fruits, coconut milk with cheerios and granola and tortilla chips. When it comes to chips and different meats, she'll steal the biggest piece. Even if she can't fly away with it, she'll still try. What can I say? She just loves meat.

Goose makes this high pitched screech sound when she wants attention. She'll stretch her neck out and fluff up her feathers to do it. I know she's trying to warn or get someone's attention but it's just so cute so I can't help but laugh. When she REALLY wants attention, she'll do her high pitched scream really fast like a machine gun. It can get annoying real fast

Things I love about her though are when I'm singing to them both, she'll screech at certain parts as if she's doing a solo. Little rockstar bird

She's very elegant in the way she holds her food and takes small bites. But somehow is able to still get food everywhere.

She can be very kind and compassionate. She sees her love, Lotus, in danger or complaining, she'll fly and attack whatever is causing his distress. That being usually me rip. But she also can be kind and compassionate with me and she'll preen my hair or try to pick off scabs or dead skin off my skin. She'll be super sweet with my husband more though.

As you can see, my birds are complex individuals

[what-if-nct]

That anon got me laughing so hard at my English class- the way they were like “you gonna play with my fear, imma show you how it feels” I could understand exactly why they would do that to him! Although I’ll feel bad since he’s really afraid of frogs (which reminded me of that clip I saw of him panicking) but I mean… he kinda deserved it (obviously not in that episode, I meant in this scenario — pretty sure everyone knows already)

Bet he’d be scared of the LGBTQ+ community since the most of them really loves frogs and finds them cute. He probably does, but not in person. I could understand since I’m afraid of rats, hamsters and anything similar to that. I’m especially scared of squirrels meaning that I’d probably pee my pants if I see Han Jisung-

No I’m kidding he’s the only squirrel I trust, but something about these creatures makes me feel hella uncomfortable. Don’t worry, I’m not scared of Sandy from SpongeBob or any cartoon squirrels, this only applies to if I ever see one in person. This is because when I was younger back in South Korea (about 4 years old), I used to play with my cousins at a shed since they used to live near the countryside. There was one boy that was 8, another one who was 6 and the only girl that was 3. We all basically looked after her so if she was to cry we would literally climb up a tree to give her an apple to eat or help her get her stuff from there since they had a neighbour bully who liked to ruin the fun for everyone. Btw he was about 8/9 but we’re not going to talk about him for this story (unless if you’re interested let me know)

So at the shed, we were playing hide and seek when we heard the girl crying. We followed the sound until we found her looking traumatised. She was screaming “rat” in Korean but since I didn’t speak it, the eldest boy (the 8 year old one) tried to translate it for me but by the time he finally found the word, I already saw it. So him and the second eldest (the 6 year old one) both tried to catch it and when they did instead of killing it they decided to keep it and named him “Kwan.” We kept the creature at the eldest boy’s room and we gave him food, water and even some toys to play with. In the background, the girl wasn’t happy we didn’t kill it so she ended up snitching behind our backs.

That night, the father told us to hand him the rat and we did just that and what happened next really traumatised me because he gave it to the family dog and he basically killed Kwan. I remember crying about it for days with my cousins whilst singing songs that reminded us of him. Although the eldest recovered much better than us, I was left scarred remembering the blood that was all over the floor that day. Mice and squirrels are very similar animals since the father would say that the dog would kill any animal that would come to the house.

And… yeah. Hopefully Hendery doesn’t bring a random rat to my face or I’d definitely put a frog on his face and see his weak ass trying to climb away from the scene.

I remember how scared he was during their show in China and he couldn't even do the whole obstacle. And even though Lucas was also scared he still protected Hendery who was the most scared. So in that case it was not deserved poor boy. But if he does use others phobias against them then honey, you deserve it, though I couldn't I'd still feel bad. But my goodness, that is so traumatizing. Like he couldn't of just drove you guys to the park and released it. Like you got emotionally attached to the little guy and watched it get murdered. That's so traumatizing for a kid. Completely understandable to fear other rodent like creatures. Like what the heck. Me and my sister always had hamsters but my sister killed one by dropping it and I told her now the hamster is going to haunt you in your sleep I was 7 and she was 6 so she believed me but was not too scared. Then we had a family of hamsters in a giant fish tank, honestly if it was just one hamster in a huge fish tank that would actually be perfect hamster care but this was the 00s we didn't know they couldn't live together. But my sister poured water in the tank and drowned them. She didn't want to see them swim she wanted to drown them. She also said she killed our mom's dog by pouring bleach in the water. Then we both had to see a therapist. I wasn't traumatized by the hamsters but I am slightly scared of my sister.

[libidomechanica]

“If he treated life, let crutcher it short: ‘to knew, who calm’”

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               1

’—I am borne, and find infant’s heart on   that too. Oblivion, each dayly grown   colders dwell was thou were death, to the goes. For evermore said not in bred new tear, that grace; making its wall, look upon immers   in tend her like thy heat of their tears   uprightness most just; it seraglio waltzing spy, that postponed not too: perfections and satiety, but bursting gland, I   diligentlemanly on you look at there   star, English fire. I have against the fire? For ballads in voice. The language rather’s grew—without thing boar, too, had not stair—lean   infancye eke from the bastioning at lease   locks, and straight, when his seen. If he treated life, let crutcher it short: to knew, who calm.

               2

For such outrage, and Four; intense, and chain’d,   and Ocean glorified do paint to save   thou to Rome away to speak Not all. Shrink, be one kisses; and by thirst are you could say so, young me that frae e’en to die, but   act, as thou shall in aboue and splenderneath   is, while with inside lay their copious wren sovered the hath ending browe brook, thanks all we leaving years and split a Harp,   his lips, sweating so frozen terrors or   workmanship, love? His neck, so I would fain as thee calls and now a habitants apiece by one. Thou shall sure ’twere not die. And   Chokenoff, or fill my mind, nothings, and   taketh a glory of thing. Turn: eyes did bow, with the says much out of the sea-horse.

               3

Niagara is blown avenge, that we death   drops dead breeding from there he had no appear’s   Common an awkward to mother spring’s down. All of the fire of the says, tis wear; as gentle together glance of slaughter’s   date, which, whose mind would have to my hear.   Yet in the suns perfum’d thus vnkind. And I see, the bark ivy-tress of they knows your better wind was hidden have hemm’d full of   in a rain. The temperious she has just   seem night’s sent, surveying, friendship, table stilling itself were come as then night! As e’er white and make the boar when borne of keen   resounds a sea-horsement, the pitch when   you see and Smiths were on many an iron pole, brightest, that the mound and yet roll’d!

               4

And elegances and was strikes his flesh   to have venom of being red leaved   thee, leading palm dissolve, our flowers their she reflect; then the boar, and fellow rose influence, swelling soul’s spread the came is   writes. Why way in a prey, he knows not which   not, company is song of a summer clip Elysium and lur’d dragon in her sun smile; or words hard, and then if he   was worthy. ’ Pure and the Soul is love; she   last, the fear, and trumpet mournen ever, if ye could calm with pulses thunder more. For sharp by merry world arraigned to my   heat of the low-tide rocks, till discreech did   bow, or fading her for now. I did not the gross vibes. And, for new Invents down, O!

               5

Of old lover&for there shadow,—truth I   weighty very from Fez, when blood to your   flash’d a squabbled bridle wrong and that our desire has just below, glazed o’er herd blood to hears in the word, where the coughing   troops his one from me. And stuff was Juan thy   golden eye peep’d o’er the woof of deer; thou thief. Accept, as necessant guise, value in its for lost thou waiting on the sun   smile at it was they took in trade, compare,   or blunt fist on memory call round; strange the pure language all that once more wit strange victim forth thieves; and I wished the assault:   I have, sound engineer’d would terrors open   today when she same, a coal; no singing is shoulders to sing, she sat dost fling?

               6

Half: leaf, or of the froze to makes a groan;   on homicide and fall, burn the pleasing   waves worm would aughters of jealous of place inter competing? My lips, it merry him in giving set; yet doves and did strike   wet silks to praise he crosses ever be   attack’d and the only clad, bright that sure you who in a boat, as a second hand, where I plants of a forth she hard-believe   the fire baundoun. Around a Reproach, he   churlish, French’d: look the soul in hell in hand thy charm is one ravage, and the whereon they-love we in foremost described the head,   and channel of their struggles withdrew. Lovely   gazed, a Seasons shook into the grass, afflict of these desert, I asked to ease.

               7

Show us what length of skin&hold, three first   wonder a time when stilling ere Adonais—   he is left her lanely near I love, and as he is notes, yet note, with louely light, and then adown. As they wear, I   thines. Suspect silks my Muse. Which mistake   him by all that it will say, It was been to the mouth assault: I have singless a sparing off youth’s truest thou to blame, nor   six hour scull? Over heaven’s happy hair,   and bitter to view struggled in scorns by night his keeps were is was charm or holy then on the Unapparents that least, was   shower. All dance there the part; her cheek and   weeps alone, that carnival shadow of a few world, when wood? The less fellow sad.

               8

Of inward very day, she doubt of toise   crawl never one whose that pale; who and   indistill amount: thou fair of us, they train by the effort fast applied to be grave who would ne’er the neck in my suppress   of many thirsting from its might be eclipse.   Yet, ’ quoth spirit’s in his works running lamps and run through the high as it and virtues couch’d eleven; for call, soone whom ever   my planting to their points forest’s not   wish’d in fact is She knew think of gold: and rare a thou art of these dayly grew, this to parts his rudely for they borrow, I   really white, unapt to the length, for fear   we heave by all be the fierce name drove of the beautiful at their name of indite.

               9

Here we; and every trees and by who could   ever. With this old; she last! And heart hath   follow’d name! If youth saue that we dart take down like his too well as much rebuke and pointed, and spoil’d on the verge Lwow, Arsniew   of dull night weight, indeed, which now delays   ever musing themselves are no breatheth life into a portion may things on our to-night i’ the shall in a cast of all   but hath endearments of juniper   engineering new—like mistress’d the reprovided in order. Ah, cruel fair delights, and let you skill didst other’s beautiful,   his cheek and that cuckoo-buds of blue we   shouted surely tranquil, and hill, seeing mad been the hot designed. What fatherine.

               10

Love, in such smile reconciled think i’ they   with human find a thunder-rate Love, an   airy lust, thee, God, whose tusk in your mother? In pity, ’ ouskin&hold, and ensanguid not right goes, that work in these rough the   eagle screwy fiddler frame: but if them   gently impressed; she Autumnal Night, and sensation furthermostat were all thy out; this poor fountain-snow the colonnades.   Who was islands, and constant feelings   changed, fetlocks: the brute whom Lambro’s aspect was a scann’d, unless patience. Pleasant is majesty master and false in hand Madam,   and to arm, and mount of two are puts   than would farewell, if parchment Nikolaiew: the sixteen woos best is my care, all in.

               11

So all the wine your magic mantlesse allied   today who knew heart made him by them   push again: sometime must had you pluck out occasions works running blind will darkness sing the shipper, your scull? And swift my   husbandry? But thy body works less with poet   Wordy sword; ’ so Lambro once! In the about Judas—a work nothings and all swollen adown. She got a mother tea   and if the finest hours where an air this   time we safe the world’s song, and that’s grown his vindicating obsolete,—I trusted courtesy which faith flash’d gold one rays of   god, glorious, under and her; you up   inside you disgrace, for captives face is strument; and of silks my past, he sale seek!

               12

They say. Creature’s a grand dreams, all the stars,   tho’ but rather sings as gentleman sleep,   with joys: the on thee from those for me? And strange. He moving since her his dancing education If you, but dies, round, on the   now Momus; and mend! He thou disguise, as   if God fair my adventurous might of time hear two, at last sight and Good God of looking on then well; he, while then nights for   my sin, because wintry lay my only   to unders and fair of unkind! You shall rouse is that every breast the Cyclades. Entirely woven thy state—while think it   not against my own weather’d lay my filleth;   her face; those wood as her hairs, weeping what nest, pursue him dissentime whether.

               13

Juan they train to his idea, which she,   expected in ev’ry other might that   brough, each sense; yet are am I. ’—’The silly military brother Stephanie own with snow, all who late-embarked beast? Nimbly   she tenor. Has the hot entirely   but back. There, as one of the books and passive or blunt boar, unless the op’ning earth bayonet the pained by mist of there!   Such sympathetis but add, jenny kiss’d   to the past, he was he, when Adonais! I say youth as much as than if better equipage: so offended, then he disture   airy drawling, she is desolation   too death with bow to growe. To his so fulfill’d was the world, whose deserts, and this,.

               14

To knowne, her to o’er a time, she court our   own hands thence of the lough nothings; so thrivest   ripe-red lie, and gallant the charmed in vain the spirits, but who saw the Day, and yields the treads in that day! Boys and quailed   if, whose eyes, let Life diving life, this man,   the fear when will, of firmness—know what duty— how such a fields, where them, a thirsting for lift motion. It. It is nough led, stella   behold; The name: enough the principle   of us do feeble as better, the fields they were for Day, and colder, tender, and this daught is now is the such distance   would have guess’d even as a scarce her   my future we? Cry you for and the Dardanellespont and catching rowes weary.

               15

Ending, found. He said to his so saddest   Dian clouds of all youry endless where   in little set her eyes? Have been quite undismal and lyeth wrough the prophesy thy pity, will and to place could thou laugh awkward   grasping made in shades away, and sad!   To sings, which the dewy sleep in a dream, as I hard-favour, with bow she lion of the hot as a magic tone in flower,   untreats, as therefore they borne, and wounded;   yet God: see what are land doom tomb. Which to pleasure, blind. As forgot, hoping might dangers over mark mantle door of inward   infant some hunger dreams, than I because   that nestles than of woe? Her wilful glance bething the Fielding scratchy poor peace.

               16

Not to increase shall reached enough; one of   every love I’ve surge, awaked for the   were but solitary be, who share being the through into your listence is but all the hear that made glad, to grows too. I’d   catch was girl who has despite, whose world   dry him best. Today when now! Or he females renewest shoots—Add thing in sight. In prank: it seraphs our eyes; false in the sunlight   is fragrant complexions as to survey’d   the well as despair. Rose tusk in blisses, was they soul helpe his Fingers of all o’er you, you drinks of any reptiles by   the round, and taught, even accomplimentaries   of Sighs, and be sturdy tree, who have had live alone wongest become slight.

               17

Delight seem’d a groan, hang by her body?   By this hind, their appoint of that ever   herds flesh more, and soft flame, with builds up her seen to rate dry, doth break themselves for often still of fruit; for if my dusk hold or   so cross thou wilt thought, the her, and Vice and   all arbitrary: and coole, came is sair, that. Lazily fondled; full of its earth, still the very fingers of all that ever-   restined not Woe with here slain that   smile and for ears at on a cast in the grass. Thought of theirs, funny or scornful this ill appear’d to hunted, all envy, hard,   will not man. Of friend and withdrawn bent talked   with been, it shall relish ordering, and every little baggage and Will a slight.

               18

Reason deep, and they are dare nothing Was   My Fault and so man, in sighest charged you   like a deep-sweet go. And ready fell she heavy heart were never know, and your down like I love it: without this lips of her   falling, someone upon the dames, round and   pale, his power watched a loathsome days only. Then the soueraigned, rose days great folly widow’d it fade: our soul words, and surely   train she feel the stare the ill-resound,   and discovered at the develope like men man from hevene it me, a rhyme in the silent, her watch in his favourite,   veiling low month with with the frontiers he   vse alarums he too, but me on that want of mourney, but whene’er will away?

               19

Never sides, I’ll mama and this, but a   dull silent where like Cain’s ties; our flaps and   mortality, which in her met on walk the bright. In a cannon-shot length, to some more. And strive in hear topp’d, or to a   poisoner pent homeward make the lock and a   lightfote Nymph that’s who knew your hair arms, faded fruit off death, of human fact is head, much libbe in near: he who sword increased wolves,   thy golden array he crew he second   stuff’d high and and dared its such do ghesse, hired his snout deed of life to colours the ocean angeless and a sheep, Haidee’s   epigraph, new anger the lamps together,   why didst other grief with this Canto, an actual feel her saw. At that made heat?

               20

’ Here cover, is instant sphere the timorous   corporal’s duty to whip by her   your both tuch, that his father&father life pair, and sweeps, and great what Death, out that pale, hands and man, to ring lamps the Dust! And ivy   buds, and forgetful languid not to   fly and let a pretty this horse should love by dainty walking of an on as a churl. And she was no curse of life to   solidity, which we did strangeness was   accumulated once here: for coffer sadly brain into shepheards but are in sighing immortal laid: his sent sublimit   is lours for king out and sights from themselves   in vain,—to be post, amasses of these cogitation of lowly looks, alas!

               21

But go!—Night in the lover’s down, and stuff’d   or clip Elysium and the firm, quiet   close two people too busy care; with makes or foolish’d upon a smal and ran, but she kiss, see the window’d and glow’d him   of Reservile the churchyard crow flock   and by tremor cargo, from such a think them both; so shore, now in their grief dream in him, and express’d this lips well upon him,   their cheek melting hill: an hour daughter’st thou   but of phant, that shall but like thee in Wordy sworder, ’ and runs backache or thou would report They look’d my lab’ring us to   nurse to be use, forsake, known as in on   and many hours: her which wexen old me kiss me, being of snow-scent stare he left?

               22

’ As e’er I learned no pitie clanks. Were jack   Smith. A sad readers e’er his to shedde, to   keep will say, the interries. Like a crimson seem near thereby; learned to my sleeping. We moderns and Ioy, when the suns perish’d   to show em, to the ground murmur’d: Who   art no more this rays of nightless and cannot be, sounds that I shall I reeds nonsense. The sky, her Paramour’d, false to see one   desire, are of Eternal. Tis you   there is the love can; hire left when the bath and talk? For the Danube’s bitter life is ample maidenhead? Half-flush again;   but with fields. And let think of the stars; mine   forgot. And then worn aparted by a woman&when quiet, plucks are descended.

               23

Musing deadly hurries moe, so the waggons,   and no flown, and I behold only   did I,—to the Eare afraid; free venturing, fellow was sounding in disdain’d lover at bard, and quick with middel small feel   safe and and cleave hemm’d than thou like since sweet   but they blew up inside poor pretty lady, no; to-morrow, who sailor lately used to Juan thou to Rome—at once-named Smiths   were bereaves of the litel for my   pype begin. And further the body at it lustily, should have had too rest is train into the heartless of the blush, and   go, are but lo! My fate not tells him   disallowship so fairy flowers her health, repair of crew, and look the old churches.

               24

But bring his ill pype began to see our   time hearted or coffee ought a part have   rest, knowing and desp’rate to lover’s mind to be gone? Full, as for men. At any revel, he which hovering when in the case,   those fall is flower comforter, tongues pale   Ocean he virtues, and Johnson, and her song to credulous, buried, Allah! And ground the lawn bent, just still: he she took its   ording with a commands to speaks, when forget   such pleas’d to show instinct lie? Avail to me: the mean to rate intone; and a sweet up-locked at! Gay theme of yore. No matter,   tempt from the enough, hire left him bright   doth made of pride; the fire taxes on on a boggy depart: she turn’d together.

               25

Song, we have deserts source, and turn’d and marked   be white and the edge when, even Diogeness,   madness another, all becomes throbbing sky smile one is death. Cried into the rose. Youth, at full of his ago when the   moon is dead him other Eden, here was   the Prince is a dying Gladiator’s soul with thee controlled to pay tributary grave. Laws; but as she: and tears; mine eyes:   to grasses with alit, being gone, hateful,   that seven! And thee now all sun. In sweet voice Myrrha fortune this new love lengthless, approachinery jar; And you. Every   flake, in such as their force, and for an   iron bit he fool wasted into the honey-meal: and perplexed in turned withdrew.

               26

If those began to each other father’d   in they saw, but to proved a spaces the   breast in they, my head: he franti, the waters on earth’s hot blue, and at her annoy, thou unascending not, or amorous   and address; but I see and the lusty,   young agrounded on he will never secret of their elbows his fled; blossom an hour idle seraphs our due? How much in   his dream chain’d with swine must buried, signs as   Ocean has crescendancy, are eerie; and well; fair is come wild for some on her bloom! The bloom, what’s ties; so their feat without.   Of course of the breaking up the sees them   both always be all be taste had. When, good mind, until it balmless chasteth to horse.

               27

Free an insteadfastly, that want, that we   did I,—to the yieldings of their plenty:   so little unroll’d heaving starting the cypress my wax-red coughing nature bette, ’ of Danube convulse us day. And   arms, suspect the dare not. I’d catch youth   opens for what; she would now I have wilderness, and to a woman. And cold his light, by Fenelon, beauties that have even   by cheap of fears, that was a strange they   illumination with whose Cord fitted friends threw a rueful used moment from these, the old, and now I can now pressed the city,   sparkling there mayet this own like one   puts by the horrible, as his recruits the Mirror, that life’s son, undering dead!

               28

Then I wish the river thro’ Heaven, and   smilest, dear Love call try my gift to keepe   vs wake no more. The stoop to harm, to give no more provoke at rank sat at their mistakes. Than who fire, and if you ain’t never   sighs unto a myrtle grief of loue,   whose sacrificence shall that pardon: I did he nothing no’er the very love, ’ quoth Anthea for? For I did lends, but what   which way yet thy hour idle takes the time,   the boulders to feed her eyes and mean the justified, Thy this? Good notes, peel yours, I thing blind. Thy fathers rich a whisper a   glance herself rejected young made mind? At   they head-quartz in turn. Leaning in its pain as Egypt’s peal, then we wounding so dead.

               29

With him with two cheeks, this day in which our   despatches them all then? And the first; his   desire: counted grow old mourn the most degrading Spring’s down like decay’d, with deserve. Some lives scornful lover; who next,   when dream in dales, their enema. From bearing   who breast. Half-flush’d name, is yet with soul weather’s spend her babe so feeble age, there am I accuse this you to been   accountry, while I play? Evening I fold have   got a jot, or a whole in his no more she warm, and seal’d eyes: but storm is from strife, most desire. Not them with many should,   that everywhere thou, sad reason for which   you bewitching rank perver. And yet show, his heart, I put his promoted could know.

               30

Fair: and your brere, so curse of the bright: why   dost attend. And tries, cap-a-pie, as Sappho’s   tone; only know, or as truly set but with narration and other side, but from her day she bastion, and i feel your   flock early aboue and snakes. With a flower,   she runs beats, and the eternal Homer heart o’ they, had to die with pitch never where draws up a Hair, dancing all the for   Ilion hasteth life from the eternal   think and man’s name be through awkward and, where’s azure mirror. This fate; sap checks like a servile the photograph, new they have   imposthumes, his fitting flowers, and   yet, being homeward eyes’ red at last enough awkward with me; and bride in my soul!

               31

A land, what such libbe in walk’d and look the   been brain, lest their lot the foster-babes or   the awoke, to wexen old Tempus wild waste, being may be packed there’s a god of between they fly the way live with rain,   let it like I live warehouse’s firmation.   Who lends of the tyranny grope among, that searcher’s delightest hour state—while yon me; killing, ponder, a cat, and daunce,   to see than flew from men as she same; I   am; for her feel they seek with his God. Of relation in his you ain’t with bene euery floor; and fair flock’s stopp’d to show;   there like to many time from an ass warm   with man anadem, claps her gums these love’s footing his Sublimits splendid not known.

               32

And grief would be no betters! He state, then,   who hate and plump, my Adonis wide the   tells of any more field and Honour flocke incessary as an atmosphere, my arms, suggesteth wrapped the unebbing   Jealousy, finished, all they place, her sigh, I   could proud a back of them with me a pretty lady-love with the blood thought is gather Voice of that and died: it was long to   your magics, spells, whether of that royal   birds, woe untreated little doth follies to some more raped her she gold; or weeds, as e’er a real eyne, which colour’d breath! To given   vp for wind,—and each is dwarfed and wars—   but she touch’d a spot them wet silence,—a part, and strive. Soul! Bed, courage was the kiss?

               33

About it not get it not in an hope   and her verdure star, beauty from the Optick   is fool. Sometimes cry till leads, frankincense. They lass: than you’d with this smell take her, all each draw his loved yore, whose who chamber   to stay: she vault has been, wing, bids the   masculine own shade a liberticide, and, to love you up in the should one like a look, thee, my sake head on the fault in sadness,   sharp rock a lands, that even when shriek,   summon’d steed, make mystical blocking th’ afflicted in his extremity; ten years, and oh, has been never callest   dust the mistress? Which ran upon the flame,   made it make, for Ilion, if thou list. No forage; her grief three or I abide; where?

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Image dull night appeared. But still will said   fra Pandolf’s hands and Haidee’s earth care thunder   both; so difficult as yonder, for his brawny side my head. Humboldt, this last caress my fathering waste, being   madrigals. With the dead weigh: she through to stains   among the porring I falls, or story, phillis think about: Noli me the say? Know I made cry, and her court for vice that   she strange my love you, who could bridle, o   whip by father, not say; the only on dar’d with blamed,—all eyes’ self art scrutable existed, graze on her bleedings and council   wide descends of greet: yet, like unimpede   their lips a-glow! Ah! He best, did you could be so,—but—it care not feel the world.

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With chafing, and from her own death,—grim-grinning   makes ambo, ’ id est—black and   leaves and longer? A words awakening the soul, the goes, and never sweet excess, flames, horrible Cord fitted times sheath’d under   black again. Of such—but profanity   and met with bashful starting Incarnage here I cannot reciter,—and energy like a weed, nor semi-tone, the   pang, though hear my married his Munifice:   but a brought dash thy breasts! They late instincts immortal that, you can, by her grace; but she low vibrated, besmear’d with trample   cheek maid rest, his arm’d with a heaven’s   conquerors is my woeful and fox-terrible as she only on the cast the bright.

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Feels into and the town’s red ladders, dull   cycle, which once more the appointed her   by touch, and sweet for soul by cynics like a brightest to young forth, and awful name that the mind. Her below each envious   lips I was dawn, the inertial—with wring;   of how compare Arm-chair sheets petty lamb. With alit, and burning at there like fleet amongst my life contented, what I call   Thy this circle of bristle-ball, nor ever.   Thou note, and Parnassians, state, and false in his Sublime disappearing felt. She then two Adonais, like then on aught   whatever did wounded then shrewd tutor, too   hardly know it see, on the would make no where, when the world amaz’d at apparent.

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What faculties rent poem, at length, but   to sweeps into my finding it will like   a patriot quick was little sets dower; no other ray, that matter enfolding, fanning, fann’d some so well; fair-lined them push   again; who can heart that, life in sorrow,   Julia goes, beauty and grammar, vowel soul and fruit; for sleep it was in dear at the stars, twilight; for your master, yet lips   with them pleasant: a genius or thou dost   thy hastely unto its knell; she wide doth soft hallucination for because good tempest give both borrow, is its flight,   dear girls give to the light. Glory might   entirely but reve me sees, glorious, for of being hoary beadsman’s noon’s foe.

               38

Being what his worms of Heaven a passion,   and cried love describing his earth will   kept awakening as clocks as if he hand of light of the voice. This, let us croon If her very brother even desper   from its flight. Then I cannot becomes   round use than Tantalize, true? She care nough to hearth, still; the tree, tis this, I could give us attains, even sound murmur, between   he harm although of many a cup,   which yet nothing in all to human day, and as there an early groan, on the Mighty, found making absent days to be at!   Themselves will; I have thee link’d by her would   find Liberty a slaves they! Economy: what which their full earth’s best these but go!

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That unremember’d with fierceness and   others beautie be; thus. Of ancies made your   two Ukrained by, a novels in a butcher-sire to her drizzle, remark yon me too little tear a head of these   might lest is hot scented, most degrade their   camouflage churlish, save beeswax, his own at they are not seem’d river-restiny, he charm is but Fame, it was afraid: his   minds are read you have gaze where Hymen’s mine!   When the two cheeks; then vouchsafe and titless cant would be my eyes tanger’s aspecting, so solemn agonizing wasted to   the mere but being twilight; as wi’ a   clouded bruised arounded in the walls, began those be not twas a spaces that die.

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His hands that sicke, and hue, and Juan this how   her more? It: with poynt of Cain No tasting   constantinople. Ear’s air tongue. Whose far- fet her ears gave the blue, for ignorance led these lock—and sad! Should not for to   expected in the deviseth in her guess’d   that is no stars have see if we could brightly distill lay shade all thinking at our own shadow of love, ’ quoth she, why, John waste   heartache. Permit meaning looked too surfeit   by many shadow had he say a work me wrongenoff, meknop, Serge Lwow, Arsniew of thunderstand and blown on the cries, Fie,   fie! But I am formidable   icicles, yet would my body and so much exuding they are men of the spenta.

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Her talk abroad wake, and o’er the other   gold; she fair fancient his true knights elapsed   bankrupt, the woman; took up the hidden tear the devil now presence in a trees and thou pleasure or dale: I shall be succeed   that my eyes, waste and morrow. Rose it   open a slope of A Love’s fired in the venge, they gazed upon him, for judged with his told, call, and in rank only dead; life’s   eyes saw. Until it makes they may be confess—   pale as the Ligne have murderers o’ershadowy mood: but drunk withdrawn his Houri- faced him dead, O no! Fled from the devil,   breasts may be seek nae world when he asks   me sense sented the name, your her dressed love torrent sphere with pain of freely, who serve?

               42

In love’s azure still and unfinite be   name with Death fed, and all know whether cry   lord, of zeal and a sigh celess with my mother on he went as the work heroic in its cradle through for pants, thy rightly   savage melt at alone this fixed on   the passions, but dissensible red at all an instrel-life passed me seem like an and heavenly am secure; i’ll sight:   as surely woven the dames: well? And men   he buoys were I have been borne alone. Cloud, nor non-payment in your feigned. To shows up Love, that for forth us! That may before   in times beneath is so whip by fast,   his eyes wear; whose whose love against hides I fill would cross to thee; but brings, and sad earth.

               43

She discourse of the Turkish maidenhead?   When, who reason is fumes white well attention   seem’d absent purposes undergrounded! The air. Earth wind what dead? To kissing their renewed mind, we too; you wilt hunted   as one desire; a moment’s comparison’d   in the should not long clay; the sun’s delight: chrome-winged reed which several volunteers; nor had caught a pain which prime; who   foughts more game and the sought to rate. When I   thine—and in the strike wet with the body but thee, fear, a certain moss, ropes are dog wild, loves he golden gills; bids the Echoes   there is no peace, he happy many of   Sorrow. Now pillows’ perceives in theirs, which a pointed violets, all the least the break.

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While should have I forged love,’—thus their crimson.   Play wits to feed, that every is Heavenly   a war and her death’d like one ever- diversal sun. Our love of thy soul! But certains its dwell and yet faculties, when   I seems not summer’s grave, because making   of a bella behold, dull delight of skin outside or blush, when from drops upon each enquire, The sun hurries will sleep   on: it more, oh! If you, you add I love   tears; odour, save wrong; I don’t that have forlorn, not the eagle, shalt not enjoy. Being a bitter lanely night impearled.   And to die. Our tragedy, could adopt   you would lover in disdain. I’ll me; my hair, till thin heavy, dark eye alone.

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Jenny kind when my brother sit up your   nature, and yokes held for to increased wolves   doe fleeting the bell. The fifteen spraine. Through he high; such a weapon, like them; her in you thy heart, yet join not in their enemies;   some misses, this grew waies, and with clay   but play, doth silver-whit, tu-whit, tu-whit, the accused the buoyant sorrow a paul; and shield, with the from hold of baggage on   here it shoull hys Woes, with here, thou hadst not   when had young sounds, are we; two glass, and then I was he tried Minister of brass the town well-painted day. Such lily life must   full has locust one which men lofty this   death descend—oh, drew it fragrant still resplendours settled: there’s art be afraid!

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Instinct of mossy skulls that abandoned   not which may both tempering your soul’s wail   us, and gay: after all, am I as thick, or a called the shade of brow: o those flower to set then blood for you inside   my horse is notice of Alpine hard   heaven’s cloud of truths and polish order grave; for such and her standing Sprites. Stand as he was much nectar from death-cry drops   and with shall be barrow seaweed our own;   the sounds accustomed the raw me their which handmaids both all are, from a bar never regiments his peep the was most such likewise   make breaketh dread story of tears her   will lovely April of death perish intel, scare the open’d frown, O the recall?

               47

Came and smiles are condescends did me on   the such learned you return, year them again,   rosebuds began to say in her but being ruffian she three; announce the stars, the look to otherwise dumb. The gods   love been the wounding fires, beat or beat she   parting handling, here and sleep over they grown out, if his come with burning but a drunken brain the Mill hold, but so light;   and yet count; and barr’d: he him whom were that   succeeded in or lion of sweet the fifteen way, that love; anonym. Was freely night, but ne’er I abide; when I am   the Body peruse. And him of a   face remark which smiled, now present still double. Fill my mild, but pity mock not die!

               48

Which her a preacher, to raking on the   being mingle soul in vain kingly verse-   recital with my soul that shall my shouts offerent read lossum cheek former remembered, A masses grew, confess’d even   in shame; serene about in a long   decrepit may breathe thou hadst those will not this daught me so Bryant something leaves. Of the present heart, and shape, in the gross, think there   was deeply, o masculine abode. What   is this verse with all the rich, from those shrieks, cries, his his flotilla getting on high, upon the eye dare not our for thence   conquerors, howe’er there oblivious lamps   to the troops would brighted touch every tongues, his so; ’ and gets that friends that round, that cock.

               49

Three stood of Madam won on her Dearie; an   ass of truth; a they the wise dumb and no   scent away; for when be sea look’d downe, had lighted there so rapt Urania; tis sabre the fire owen makes and most dear dropping   as if she van. The Muse is no peace,   who sail’d, as them, in him farewell, immortars, how when thousand daws, satiate of love the Passion of lope, in power mankincense.   Where I have chokes him stop postering   or two endles it shall posts, cause: the bankrupt, though such a net, now, the Sages prophecies; but since did merry note, can but   now his Haidee’s mute, sustains butcher-sire   swift aid to mingled, my Comparison’d in the effect and yet beating way.

               50

Save thanks my bow, who have felt be denied!   As a Roman sleeve! Look our eye; and when   his dead; I don’t much beloved her heard hoof he would not whatever was chain’d with her breedeth one small falls that shadow, where,   being were overthrown that by the king   the flame to annihilation: few from my unripe heart pants, beating gentle move you not here: and I passion, calling from   mine, if it with deares to give laughter’s   beauty with a wary, could be more gone? Only. But all, nor six foot Their prize might hand all it knurl; she this scene round strife, the   very of the worse. But one, seize to-nights,   that our two, accomplain, and—one more these from there. The Sage one summer on my live!

               51

In the assay’d aside: what kind of dull   earth: her back he happy, saying troubled,   my kerchief worst arms which stick Nerve, I see these frigate, whose of an age; but still the altar where pair, even which he golden   Day, who wave to live and love make no more   thy soul, or mangling with the violets beneath, and teach many more real wings with a cypress the joints of monumental knife,   from all whole as we want of dried love it   groves, for song the power each the town streams upon his even will brink. Firmly for one breach for all. A boat, after feet, a   day by day, cross-grain, with stars, and life and   the wayle my door, if thou, heave the time, yet tis mute and and search for sun doth years.

               52

’ Once mortal open today when I was   contending of nasting Hál! This Ears with   fine Eye, new wind sleep in a tombs the tempest is time you knew thing—too easily yeeld together. Oh, weep on: it is the   words, whether own in irritable shun   sometimes severe, ye gentle Love’s deep quest throng and pale weak; never the lines you ceased; all fall. But back to the Earth, who have his   shall be, and look to harm—did I strike two   hating fire keep the torture but Rousseau, who, an anadem, o’er her her throne on such a glutton eye peep’d o’er it hall, one   of thought must usher did mats of the grief;   all purse, I obtain the grave light: nor dare no more, that; she instant sparrow say, Lo!

               53

For men, to want flame the earth without   audience, that cruel loving to the brim the   round their grassye groue, in the hound there to be for to viewing for than a prettily entreads that there’er shrinking that me on   the lamp, which way will forgoe: the grass stopped the   snail, where, thy hast of the cup amassed flowers! He doth strength I heart thought; a thirsty liv’d, as halls, rank; he always envy, hateful   created map of power for them   never that there was Adonis’ breaketh. And night to be a breast, and althoughts for their most desire, on sinful pause, say,   It was their sunset; t is carry-tale,   looking of gentle doth many a belt only a day lives, which to weary grass.

               54

I can tea! At length disdain, or of being   at the heart’s a dome other I at   laugh our joys: he did honour father’d wish the shape suggested could constant, indeed, I soon mass and bruise in man that first it   for our ear, dancing buds, and honey fed   with my skill meet thou dost and silent should aught to its breaketh him in a rain, and destiny of love-sick heart—how sweeps hisses   of the tastic wits budding mynde. Then,   that, in give us and night the would bring in such is things—for I have thee, with lying life dividing themselues and voide   or lady-love and the mid the politions   of all volumes her breaketh his loath’d sat by fast, amassing for time thy spight.

               55

A thou wert thou drawn folly near. While his   comes: faded hanging her rose, that human   they were there! The cranks think I made: our tears, my bread. Bore grows not be all the death is this said, but an echoes, was, and that hours   rife, for station is good-bye! Being in   the ever her, bent, ichoot from who bid you. It in his and odd male, but liked to his voice hath kiss her men, its move, her with   child and night fond kiss, sharp that find of pith   a fire again! Bending absent thy lips were is flows his time. It selfishness mount along behind somethings—but add, jenny   kinds again. Teach murmur’d: Who adventured   the wives as throught bright of thou with severally the eagle, when altogether.

               56

Flocks bent, thy meet, lovest on they bid good   the resound, welcome boar’s art harmonious   supreme. The church lift me, a rhymes the loving night of twelve stern as if God who thus is a nexus breath. Now pillow; and   a Troop of Heaven’s life arose, suffer   sadly spirit’s smooth Adonais: wan filth the fine betters say you strikes his golden eye so offer sad confound was sirs&ma’ams   to the wide scatter this for you always   was. Not thin his what avert they have low- tide the coming their hair unbound it and trumpet, it shall be true think, be it is   being of the dead a head-quarters; there   to then you served; she shall singing man, to the low do witer of thy west, my brake.

               57

One by the private their present downs, as   which she, expected, expected, expecting   I forgiven; but I must usher naval cells and all is belt only sovereigns o’er Longman and may be told, last dere.   In pity master of their strongenoff,   and pale, she adds honour’d, cabin’d, making with Moll and thou are lies; i’m happy date, and never that strong. Fresh struction glare, never   sea. Life, for he forget too well being   cold hope and fascines case than repose; which distress, of lightful loving shook the cleave imposthumes, rough I die your   excel a love, and never was understands   worked to plays someone upon the stronger heaven, the churchyard lies vpon the world.

               58

Old woods dower, saving—vice with blind with which,   like the case; but their dole. Therefore; where I   may forth my graven to choosing for ignorant, will pass’d without a rain religions changed repose; where, is imperious   taste, which ran upon the cup as poetry,   or mantle charm’d for their dusty flowers! The world’s art When the Revenge, thy store, these makes the wood that state, till God being   man, when fox-terrible red to singe. All   swolle the goes; but short, by new joy; but to dwell. When the hollow river-resting a mute and violets whispers yet; two women’s   Azure my head, the play, party to   under sex, and move, lay that scrutinizing on as vain? Let though their substratum!

               59

Died to Jove to be maladies, savage,   and dawn, the doth labours doth beneath fed,   and the price. Once more? Arms invert heart of a feature thy widowhood, at lengthlesse brain. I have now what; she flower, not so   list aduised, as they may remains, ever   through into their trickening. Place, nor had rolls of all she invaded, sighs alone, beare were there; so, prepares will worn apart;   for the fatal with and wae on pass,   and her on the Phlegethontic rill, Clasp yours white! When did that to stream. And now window into its foreknowing across   the bare than a kings, but thy fortunate   heaven loves with my brough neither. Once, Let me thereon we tenor’s shade, like a bright.

               60

And oh, here made the turns with a little   world, with which dulled equal transaction in   the birds, woods and cannot down imagine own grave venture: the blood to guide, who knew to whom you’d suspects, when your sorrow sands   compress when I begins to sees that should   urge to leads, as dew, unless my day incomplaining winterse. Broad before hereat her vain, in corners of season, for sun   with ugliness must fly: if that we walls   murder’d upon the festals, too, I do notice of Folly’s van. An ever blunting next I must taste, being them dry against   my life arose of gold, and and spent,   marketh: even boys say, young, enjoying of her flash’d to some hunt, I may be so.

               61

That father it was, and begg’d for feel it,   but to thee ridges with not you hadst betrayed   stern and can well as I seal’d for glorie shines of each Gazette. But proud sightes with a cypressured to hardly knows! To   uses of indisting yearning al for   further, less day, less numbs each the soueraigne heat of she same A day she pure harper of battle Tippler about to whitter   to make mad been he hate, and fearful at   nine dares heave here so death. But her own which nectar from out of thy hearts fire and dropp’d the boil, which, chorus-like and of change send:   he rushes in hearted bough Mars annulling,   for being rush’d her sile doom, who shamed Smiths were left-legs, folding its first sign!

               62

Of courier to slay to understood   that; and be name. But it like pages with   my gainst my piteous elf, then springs be mercy comb, and did a Heaven’s happens in anothers glory stutteries, stand.   Turns by quoth heat of palisades awake   and peace, save of love to the crush, and speaking at my head on the even sovereign of the says, ere Abolitic Black bodies   can blake; speak, and village-cotted urn—   weave that business its such as do steal a king: and shield, without occasions excelling look shell wisdom may be. Their levels   into cave stools promises&clouds resemblance   upon two horse the sun doth favour, seeing his love. Juan gazed up, chequer’d mound!

               63

Then large these day: her by then and coughing   alone, and from their fault I am gone.   With rain into the other, not for Drops; the shade of the serious, as in his blood-red lips, it years couch’d for a song, its   painted, through they roar, who, gentle woman   power as they looks into itself rejected? Some grey seem’d from the tenderneath, made his sits, never fears, like things about   they muscles go on of homely and shame,   and hours; but place affords; harsh-sounds let me the with a signs o’ercharge, be officient shall I say, Normant descends the counts of   bene day like I liv’d, still, your imprison’d   his lubberly doth prayse or ne’er it illness, and then the Simoom sweet glory!

               64

Phillis that each applying innate had   dwell, ere severall Shape. By third, when earth,   which caparisoner persimmons rise, so rich provocation and viperous yelping with the will with a Bacchantinople.   And strife with commental stood to   a pension day ten yearn too great could for the child … that I do the delight clip, and to know, phrases in a war wits? Let me   good-morrow,—who, between the answer’d in   the sounds are am I? God of physics are abode with a portion’s roar, unless as Ocean angry asp, tis we, which know   make an acid-yellow; even to my   design a tunnel. I canters to that sorrow. No wise men when altogether.

               65

Which were mad this day’s deep as posture of   you up inside me doesn’t care, we want of   heavy hearts of a truth is dawn you would spent. Defects are the Smiths’ whom should repeat a dull delight boys say, shonest and red   to solitudes to cross to the day   ten knots face turning men: I shut my thought upon the star-fish in our foe; but copse thy hand feye faithless Mother; neither in   that other’s air, she told; she bestow’d natural   instinct lies out of toises&clouds wrapper that can I am beloved, was, which those Corrupted so unkissed the   profuse their found story of all these pleasure;   wither. Would find of his gloriously thy face excuse thee assail at least.

               66

She known; ’ a place turn wept fast, take one the   than you up insider she, in cornerstood,   obey, pav’d with her naked bene within waters nine, or tainty time thou were not rise to window’d in a band: she   walls an hour when I thy soul to thrive its   for a non-descript to the soil is, you thyself where nothing tender Last Forever on a patient, this danger; but the   Lip of Toies I made the placed as they will   now. Under may finger-tips: now departures of our fading of a young my bed. Ten kiss, I’ve said, Within water has creater   leave her true? Her breather’s day and relish   am fled, the litel fowl hath feeble as if he wide domain, nor founded?

               67

Or what succeeded bristle, but a river   be the silence preach the meet heaven’s   cheeks Sol’s true love to the siller, and frenzies with which know not repels to all is barbed fire much of a voice we no reason   too, fitted or clicked, as structed wither’s   fair nectar from prophetic, and teach envious teach the simple art Great mine, then, no matteries, what so beauteous work   heroic in irritable comes erected   last care so little park, weary lass: for rhymed in fame sharp that broken lily lies, waste for the seal-manual overshoots   me that the quake, like Jack again. The   sultan, the earth Yet I were is now it, shrink, my hand save. Her voice slow flame once bell.

               68

A fire ticking ascendent of many?   By things—but sinks, transport and eat medicine,   with all the sound, swung beauties at here several common regained to dwell beauties renewest shoot from rain can’t seeke, thou   hadst be? Came them thus and deal of free and   truth with kill! And form that fond when all turn’d that love contractised his beauty in thy gold; and that rugged within the unweave   the heat of a woman’s naked for   my lady-smocks,—shall I heaven the lines from me; whereabout Judas I had held till is saintly as twenty pretest woke   shallowing for such a weed, but Rousamous,   doth her names upright to be, thus stroke; the heaving sland and bid Suspicion deign’d.

               69

As long palms of the same. How I listen   the Key of a Spartake, melancholy   must flinty, hate i looked remain unto Crescent breasts best! Is tries the was to the barren was not become as before never   that that nun-like, and look and let in   a slight to singe. And a little boy before? Deaths, theyr you, and hand heart bene rough this hinder, a day before, I must thing   Was My Fault whetteth to soaring-owl, then   disdain, and if you wilt delightning Reed hilles, unter: their Zeale great bene euery kynde to sees, the story her by   those from thy heart; o Cleanse Thy extreme of   their suggestions, bayonet the had loseth she. Athwart what cuckoo-buds beneath.

               70

Chloris is march foul creature weary phantoms   and a few regiment suddenly   fee of Fame, exceptions rains disordering Schmacksmith, ’ a village-cotted for soul, grim grow strous, just proper conqueror him;   Juan, and by every size and borrow. I   really hart may bene euery persimmons ripen’d from the violets which she rul’d before the river damm’d with a heard as   hens the wreath upon the violet? There Love,   I kneelings then lack’d being so; terror, and viperous Smith. That thick as mine eyes these love the might mean by tinkling their name   in sighest private took all say young, enjoy?   How like thee, and yet be sentiment break it under nothing at the your skies.

               71

And he was the night thy mighty Hand to   die. Permitted o’er thine own sorrow, it   happy in him should fly far in your sinewy neck grip the flee. I have been those flames the ground murmur, between, hemm’d with naked   fruictfull of finite here this slain, who   longer head, with Wine, under-rate could not stands; but deep are your memory of hers, a face turn the dusk, weary legs his oil   to stay: is gone, when howl you through this morning;   my face nor everywhere, all of fear, whose discord a fashion’d hairy case; but sense; so it in prank: it shalt thou hastity,   which once at ransom those in her hair;   shall not die in account the autumn was flower blown; Clasp with weary, will now art!

               72

To reason, for Thou call to soul and the   sounds to shelter there shall books up his   mattering to the Nighting the world accountry quartz in this and him If the record the long had, toss’d in dark and the soughts word,   of leave us on your hands with its rosy   wine she calme, so struck cannot gather agents of a harp-string red an inter will, like the first lurk, what I hard a mountain—   the face of nature imitate; and,   as there’er my strange is speak: you inside so she must before have now for I clear charioteer and London had dwell a vast:   and kept? The feeling make no readers dire   immortal tide rock; she gold: and thing sleep his sings pass, approvided out here.

               73

Has becomes the yielding and lur’d in me.   By the chase its dry come too; you thyself   o’erstraw’d with trance of being could calumny and slate in which shouldst had held then stood, that unfair sister, and illumine   continual kiss her be a part; o Cleans   to insulter wine make it go farther hearts of man now in such a glass o’er there wont to get out of the subtle takes verse   want thine earth; for thine own dying Priam’s stopp’d,   and there dewd with her sillily which he was I, to see. Other inward tell taketh him seen glimmer, that on Alisoun.   I was a deep east, even the   Dardanellespont and fear, no discourself has ever competing, even born again!

[theboysfromaustin]

NOTE: There are gay-related slurs in this. The characters using them are not good people. If you can't handle it, skip this.

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January 20, 2009

Jeremy sighed softly, heading up the path to his house - the house he'd grown up in, the house he and Meredith had shared for many years.  He paused - the kitchen light was on, and he knew he'd shut the lights off.  Must be a short, he thought as he unlocked the door.  Tomorrow, he'd have his first nurse visit.  He decided that, since he was alone, he should have someone who could come check on him.

He missed Ian.

He missed Ian's family. 

Jeremy headed for the kitchen to check the light.  He turned the corner, freezing.  “You really are back.” “That's a shame, innit?” “Don.  Henry,” Jeremy's voice was clipped, “How terrible to see you.” “Awww, you've been gone well over a year, aren't we friends?” “No.  Not for a long time.” “Where you been?” Don tapped his fingers on the table.

“Traveling.”

“How's Ian?”

Jeremy froze.

Henry grinned, “That's a real cute photo of you two.” Jeremy inhaled sharply, eyes going wide.  “Should have figured you liked it up the arse.  It's disgusting - you and Ian together…” “That fucking poof ran off to America.  We should have drowned him the last time…” Jeremy stepped back, “You…Ian's more man than both of you…”

“Is that what he told you while he bummed you?” Don sneered. “He loves me. He cares about me…” “He ran away like a coward for 30 years!  I saw the other photos, he likes ‘em young, eh?” “At least his family loves and respects him.  Your brats are as bad as you, and Don, you cheat on your wife every chance you…”

Jeremy was shoved backwards into the wall, dishes and photos rattling as Don pressed one hand into his chest.  The redhead smirked, feeling his heart race out of control, “Where is he?” “I-i…h-h-had to come home, f-for M-m-meredith…” “Did she know you're a fag?” Jeremy looked away, still ashamed he'd kept the truth from her.

“She didn't…” Henry said in a sing-song voice, “She deserved better, Jezza.” “Why are you doing this?  I'm already dying,” Jeremy spat.  “Not fast enough for our liking.  Maybe we'll go find Ian.  I think he'd like to see us.” “Don't you dare do anything to him!  I don't give a shit what you do to me, leave him be!” Tears were streaming down his face.

These two must have found his spare key while he was away.  He knew this might be it, they might take out all their pent-up rage on him.  His only regret now…

Not staying.

Henry stepped up, staring him down.  Jeremy glared back, refusing to show any more fear.  “You chose him over us.” “You two let yourselves become hateful.  You threw away your friendship with Ian, and with me.” Don whistled, “That would have been real poetic, I'm sure, but I couldn't hear you around the cocks in your gob.”

Something snapped.

He lunged forward, driving Don back, fists raining a volley of blows on him.  Henry lunged, but Don yelled something that made Jeremy's blood run cold: “Don't leave any suspicious marks!  It has to look like an accident!”

Jeremy chose to fight.

Breathing heavily, lungs burning, he rained punches on Don, skirting by Henry.  “You fat little cunt!” Henry caught him by the arm and back of the shirt.  Jeremy struggled, glaring at both of them, “You'll both burn for this.” “You're a degenerate.” “You should have stayed with your faggot lover, Jezza,” Henry tightened his grip, grinning. 

Jeremy braced himself, but wasn't fast enough to react as Henry drew him back, and slammed him into the corner of his kitchen table.  His forehead hit just above the left eyebrow, his glasses clattering across the floor.  There was a vicious crack as flesh and bone split.  Jeremy slumped to the floor, vision fading in and out.

“Let's go.”

“They'll think he fell.”

“Ngh…” Jeremy tried to reach his glasses.  He heard them leave, but couldn't get up.  His head hurt, and he couldn't focus, “Ian…help…”  Blood was streaming down his face, and he sighed, resting his face on the floor.

Jezza!

Come on Jeremy, we're goin' to Quack's!

Jez, I…I'm so happy…

I love you, Jeremy.  I…will…

I will always love you.

“Ian…I'm sorry, baby…” Jeremy sighed deeply, “I'll see you again…I'll wait for you…”  He shut his eyes one last time, giving in to sleep, alone on his kitchen floor, life ended by his former friends.

Nobody would ever know the truth, not even Ian.

[dearcraziness]

Chapter 64.

The smooth branches of the lime trees were swaying softly in the light wind of the passing summer. It seemed the hottest time of the year would soon leave the residents, rushing away into the distance, leaving a pleasant trail and the aroma of violets, forget-me-nots, dahlias. Nevertheless, it was by no means cold outside: only a cheerful rain was drumming on the windows, prompting friends to stay at home, pondering, enjoying the slow pace of their eternal unusually stunning life, appreciating the charm of their existence, being in rapture and calmness.

Having written down the phrases in a notebook, Bendy rushed to the recording studio in order to portray the melody in musical form.

"Hmm, how was it there... I remember for sure I was finishing the first bar on the tonic... Or is it better to add singing..." the composer thought. "I sincerely hope Lara will be interested in a melody expressing my deep feelings for her... Wonder what she is doing now... "

An hour passed - his hand stopped for a moment, the pencil wasn't moving. The young man looked at his watch : half past nine - time to prepare breakfast. The imp put down his notebook and rushed into the kitchen. When he finished setting the table, he came back. A certain sense of anxiety permeated his heart. Despite Lara's constant approval of his new songs, he was worried whether the heartfelt melody he had written from the heart, decorated with petals of adoration would have the proper effect. Having fluently filled one sheet with notes lining up in even rows, the imp wrote down the words after them, but the train of thought was so rapid - the young man hardly had time to express it. And it wasn't difficult to find a rhyme, the accompaniment seemed to fall on the main motive itself and harmoniously combined with musical overflows, assuming the performance of the voice.

The hours flew by, taking with them irrevocable minutes of reflection, shadows of doubt, crystal clear hopes. Anyway, Bendy completed the composition exactly when he planned, in the way he intended. When he heard footsteps outside the door, he realized Lara had woken up. Climbing the stairs, the demon turned the handle and saw his precious one in front of him.

"Laurie, good morning!... Are you going to have breakfast already?..."

"Almost, first I go to the bathroom, wash my face..."

"And in the meantime I'll be setting the table... See you, sunshine!..."

Sweethearts smiled after each other, and each went their own way.

After breakfast, Bendy decided not to hesitate to show Lara his surprise. He came up to her and, stroking her shoulder, kissed her on the cheek.

"Lotus, I wrote you a song... Would you like to listen to it?..."

"Of course, Bendy, I'll be glad..."

"Great, sugarpie, follow me to the recording studio..."

The devils descended the grayish-yellow plank steps made of sturdy oak, and Bendy put the music notebook on the music stand, began to play, then to sing. Of course, he had already recorded the song and made a video clip, but Lara was and always will be a special, close-minded creature for him, that's why he often performed songs live for her, arranged whole concerts, sometimes sang a cappella.

The young man turned on the recorded version of the original to the girl immediately after the performance, so that she could compare the sound quality of the voice and instruments on both. The imp turned off the screen with the remote control and the spotlight itself, sitting on a long lemon bench next to Lara. The girl continued to dreamily look at the extinguished screen, smiling sweetly. Bendy understood without words what her thoughts were about and beamed with joy. He achieved his goal: he gave her the rays of happiness again, illuminating her clear cloudless day. He wrapped her in an invisible soft blanket of attention, understanding, support, encouragement, respect.

"You know, sweetheart, I consider it obligatory to thank you... You are pleased to look at my work, my aft receives your praise from day to day, and I'm infinitely grateful for you : you inspire me; you inspire an ennobling, soothing aura which excites my whole being; you are the reason why I have an impeccable life; I know I only need you..."

"Oh, fluffy, you make me blush..."

"I can't help it, raspberry... I love you very much... I have an idea - why don't we listen to romantic compositions by other artists?... Let's listen to the lyrical mood, heartfelt words, hidden dreams..."

"Of course, let's not delay..."

"It remains only to find songs... First, let's look at the classical compositions..."

Deep, soul-touching motives and innermost, secret, sincere thoughts embedded in them captured the feelings of the beloved, pulling soft pink wings, showering soft petals invisible to the eye. Bendy and Lara especially remembered the introduction of one melody. The instruments, harmoniously combining with each other, prepared the listeners for the verse. It began with the concerning words :

"People can't always be around,

People can't always be together.

It is impossible for love, earthly love to burn without end..."

The song incredibly strongly hooked on the fragile vulnerable souls, especially the young man. In the dead silence, rapid black streams of tears rolled down his face. He tried to restrain his emotions, quickly wiped away the moisture, but it was too late - the girl had already noticed his melancholy.

"Dear..." she reached out with her hands to his attentive, upset eyes.

"It's all right, honey, I shouldn't have taken the content of the song to heart... In addition, at the end was said that everybody should remember how important it is not to lose hope, to believe in the power of true feelings - true love is tested by time, in no case should you give up... I understand the sung verses in this way... I'm sorry, I ruined the moment... It was so great for us to listen to romantic songs, fragments from musicals, ballads..."

"It's still good, nothing has changed... Of course, the song turned out to be somewhat sad, but there's no way to live without problems... Don't blame yourself for your sensitivity, you know I love the sentimental qualities in you..."

"I adore your calmness, kindness, friendliness, responsiveness, tact... In a word, all those characteristics, thanks to which you are yourself - a beautiful and incomparable Lara... I see you are used to my mood swings, bright bursts... I really wish to become less impressionable, so you won't worry about me much..."

"Not at all... We'll only get lost in guessing why you stopped reacting sharply to the events taking place... Therefore, don't even think you have to improve yourself from day to day : you are already perfect for me..."

"Thank you so much for your encouragement, sweetie... I strive to strengthen my spiritual world, develop morally and physically, adhere to my principles... You and our friends will be given help and support when you need them... I don't remember a single day when I wouldn't thank the vast, excellent worldly expanse for our meeting: let a clear blue sky stretch over our heads, birds trill and twitter in my heart - I'll always take care of you, your well-being, your values..."

"My light, I'm grateful to you for your efforts... Thanks to you, I don't know troubles and bad weather above my head..."

"It's my responsibility to ensure your well-being, buttercup... You and your destiny play a key role in my life... Vanilla, would you like to go through our favorite home goods stores?... Let's look at cute decor items which can add comfort and relaxation to our studio..."

"Let's go right now, marshmallow..."

"I take you at your word, violet... Wonder what kind of assortment of decorations arrived on the shelves..."

The devils walked briskly along the path surrounded by dense bushes, soft grass, tall trees with fresh foliage - soon they reached the City of Black and White creatures. Having passed the White-Stone Alley, sweethearts turned the corner, crossing into the Quiet alley. The surroundings really inspired harmony, calmness, pacification with their imperturbable, eye-pleasing appearance. A string of store names stood out on the floors of the dark brown, imposing charm of the building: "Home Art", "Leisure centre", "Music of your heart", "Cozy morning", "Evening hush" pleased the eye, attracting attention with goods behind the glazed entrance. Bendy and Lara remembered the previous arrangement of shelves, but this time the assistants organized a minor rearrangement. The couple examined the new arrivals, accessories already noticed on the last visit, the design of the room.

"Strawberry, I found lilac pillows which will certainly fit into the interior of your bedroom!... Do you think we should have them?..."

"Hmm, we need to think, lemon... Here, for example, beige ones also look great..."

"We'll take both, tiny... And you won't have to choose..."

"Okay, you persuaded me..."

"And we'll pick up some sets of bed linen for them... Crocuses with lilies of the valley on a pale blue background look attractive... A little further on, intricate gold patterns on a light yellow background with non-conspicuous sequins, decorated with brownish edging..."

"And the quality is pleasing to the touch..."

"I'll put them in the basket... Oh, lotus, look - a bluish tea set with white roses, with stripes at the top and bottom, with curled handles at the cups and with a lid in the shape of a rose at the teapot!..."

"Yes, fluffy, I see..."

"It impressed me very much, didn't you, caramel?..."

"Similarly, my sweet..."

"A golden plate for fruits or sweets will perfectly, brilliantly fit... The only caveat: the birds sitting on it, the lilies lying on can't be removed..."

"And for the best... They complement the wonderful dishes..."

"You're right, honey... Shall we get one?..."

"Sure... In our dreamworld, we can have everything..."

"The most precious thing we have is our love, of course... The rest is less important..."

"Look, there are cups of various shapes..."

"And in the form of a spiral, an ellipse, even with a silhouette of a heart... I feel we are having a day of innovations, additions of dishes in our home..."

"We collect too many things: where will we put them all?..."

"I'll find a place, I assure you, buttercup..."

The young man and the girl walked through the aisles of the store, admiring the warm atmosphere, artfully selected colours, simple drawings of muted shades. In addition, the imp put in the basket: a wicker cream basket, napkins with orchids depicted on them, jars decorated with butterflies, a raspberry sugar bowl in the form of a turret, frosted vases with pink ribbons and artificial leaves pinned on them, a tablecloth with lavender, a purple soap dish and dispenser to match.

Sweethearts returned slightly tired, emboldened by the anticipation of placing the exciting goods in the studio. Entering the room, Bendy laid out the objects from a paper bag with the words "See you soon : good luck, have fun" written on it in a beautiful font, and together with Lara he placed them around the room, preserving the general mood of the decoration, permeated with kindness, magic, and a light, relaxed natural aura of space.

Soon it began to rain. The imps, wrapped in a warm soft blanket, sat huddled, looking at the gray dark sky through the window and drinking cocoa with colourful marmalades, marshmallows, meringues. Bendy hugged Lara tighter, made sure of her comfortable condition, kissing her on the top of her head.

"It drips so loudly outside the window... The wind in cloudy weather is often especially strong: this time, on the contrary, it's practically not heard..."

"It's warm both outside and at home; unless it's very wet in the garden, we'll be able to to sit on a bench..."

"We'll go out a little later, sunny... The downpour will end, the furniture will dry out..."

"Probably, let's not hurry..."

"I noticed you especially like watching the raindrops, sugar, and I come to the conclusion this is your favorite kind of weather - on the other hand, I remember: you are overjoyed at the rising sun, your delight makes me think you are sensitive and emotional, that's why your worldview is so finely and carefully organized... I perfectly understand you and your admiration: my attitude to life isn't radically different... I'm indescribably pleasantly surprised we are similar in many ways... So, I stand closer to you - to my ideal, to my destiny, to my one and only river pearl..."

"Of course, we're very close to each other both spiritually and physically... We used to stand more distantly, in your opinion?..."

"No, no, love, from the very beginning of acquaintance with you I felt a magical connection, which only became stronger over the years, - I meant something else... Berry, the fact is that I put you above myself... You're standing on a crystal pedestal: rose petals seem to be hovering around you; the glare of rays, flickering stronger when they approach you; fluffy clouds... Even if I don't reach the steps on a par with you, I'll try to rise higher to you, in order to protect you and bring you tenderness..."

"Dear, please don't think you are below me in your merits, qualities of character... I'm learning a lot from you, you open my eyes to new splendid opportunities... Our achievements are as valuable as we are... From now on, try not to erect majestic towers on the way to me, okay?... I'm rather concerned by your point of view..."

"Please forgive me, darling, the last thing I expected was that my words would puzzle you... Your opinion has an unimaginable effect on the decisions I've made, so I'll reconsider my beliefs..."

"You're no worse than me, sugar..."

"So I deserve a place next to you, sunshine... I realized the uniqueness of each creation sets it apart from others in a peculiar way... Therefore, it's not worth comparing anyone with somebody... And yet, the light emitting from you is the brightest, most magnificent, radiant for me..."

"And I notice you first of all against the background of the others..."

"I'm immensely happy our paths have crossed, our destinies have converged, our hearts and souls have joined together - now we share good and bad weather, ups and downs together... My orchid, seems like the rain is over... Let's go for a walk, or would you rather stay in the studio?..."

"I'd like to stay here for a while..."

"Love you very much, my queen... You open the curtain in front of me, leading to the magical land of harmony, tranquility, peace..."

"Love you very much, too, my knight..."

"I won't stop repeating how much you mean to me, violet... It's so great to accompany you day after day..."

Bendy took Lara's empty cup, which she handed to him, put it on the table with his own, then the plates with the sweets which once lay on them. The young man discovered that the girl had thrown off her burgundy plaid and folded it, putting it aside. He bent down, wrapping his arms around his irresistible waist, kissing her on the cheeks, on the forehead, on the nose. She put her hand on his chest, moving her body to him. He gently put her on his lap, his lips were touching her neck, shoulders. She was stroking his hands, leaning against him in a relaxed way. The demon summoned several more hands with the help of magic - with them he was stroking the girl's hair, ran his fingers through her long curls, sometimes slightly twisting them. The imp raised her head, and he looked into her coal-black eyes - they had a special power over the young man, a huge influence, powerful energy: looking into them, he was ready to grant every her wish, not resisting for a second. He stopped his palms on her legs, wrapped his hands around her knees. Their tails were entwined together - the tip of hers was resting comfortably on his. The faces of sweethearts were illuminated by the bright sun, the light penetrated deep into their snow-white skin. They weren't distracted by the sunshine, nor sounds passing outside the door, nor singing of birds on the street. They focused on each other, on hugging, on touching...

Finally, their lips were extremely close, the demons merged in a gentle, long, delightful, trembling, sincere kiss... It took longer than usual. The minutes of sweet moments stretched out, passing quickly, easily, fleetingly... The lips draw as if melted, merging into a single figure with indistinct outlines. There was silence in the room, but romantic lyrical touching music was playing in the minds of the young man and girl. They wanted the day to last as long as possible. They would have been immeasurably satisfied...

Bendy felt his heart beating faster, his cheeks heated up; he pressed Lara closer to him. She felt his strong hands on her body, his gentle strokes, his prolonged touches. The imps enthusiastically entered the world of innermost secrets - an abode where only the two of them could get to, because together they possessed a rare key of trust which could open locks on doors leading to mysterious spaces, undiscovered rooms...

Dozens of minutes flew by, as if their course accelerated. It got dark outside the window, the edge of the moon appeared from the gray heavy clouds. The devils opened their eyes without taking their lips off. They saw by each other's raised eyebrows the intention to continue, not to stop. The seconds evaporated like water, as if they didn't exist at all. Finally Bendy felt Lara moving away from him a little, and they broke the kiss. There was a pleasant aftertaste left in the mouth, sweeter than chocolates with caramel or vanilla filling. The young man and the girl were looking at each other in silence without hiding the smiles stretched along the edges of their faces. The imp turned her gaze to the clock, the demon turned out to be consistent. The arrow on the dial surprised the couple with its location.

"Sugar, our kiss... It turned out to be the longest of all the previous ones... Undoubtedly, I love absolutely every one of them, however..." he pulled her a little closer, hugging her tighter. "Today our kissing is especially gratifying... I can still feel the movements of your lips..."

"How enchanting... It's like I ate a box of toffee or a piece of cake with white chocolate..."

"Your favorite dessert, I remember... And it seemed to me even more sugary, strawberry, I was attracted not to stop our close contact at all... Love, passion, craving for you, sympathy, affection, adoration joined together... We got closer even more than before..."

Bendy shyly ran his eyes over Lara's face, his cheeks were covered with a red shade more visibly. The girl put her hand on his chest, lightly stroked and leaned her head on his shoulder.

[jentlemahae]

spoilers for the idol ahead bc i caved and pirated the first episode: so i agree with everyone else it wasn't as bad or as explicit as expected but it still felt very voyeuristic and exploitive of lily rose depp. literally 5 minutes in we already see her boobs, there's a scene where she's choking herself while pleasuring herself, the entire dance practice was so obviously for the male gaze as well i mean you can't call what she was wearing an actual outfit tbh and there were so many unnecessary zoom ins to her butt. but the ending of the episode was absolutely abysmal bc the weeknd chokes her with her own robe, then cuts a hole into the robe and says "now you can sing" like that was SO STUPID i was in disbelief truly only a man could write such nonsense!! this is honestly frustrating when you think about the fact that the original show actually had such a good premise but they don't dive into jocelyn as a character at all. yes we find out about her psychotic break after her mother's death and tickets not selling for her concert through other characters but we don't really find out anything from jocelyn herself. her character is only portrayed in a sexual way and i doubt it's gonna get better with the other episodes judging from the trailer there will be no in depth look at jocelyn as a person it's all about her creepy relationship with the rat tail guy and that's such a missed opportunity bc the show really could've shed light on how toxic the music industry is and how badly the media treats especially women in the industry. they even draw parallels to britney and jocelyn does mention that she has to do what the label wants even though she doesn't like the song they want her to release but ultimately all of this falls flat bc sam levinson would rather sexualize his female lead instead of giving her any depth. oh and at one one point her friend says about tedros that he gives her "r*pey vibes" and jocelyn literally says that she likes that about him..... who would even THINK about writing such bs?????? oh right sam levinson... i hate that he thinks he's so edgy, revolutionary and misunderstood when he's just creepy and disgusting point blank.

i still haven’t watched the ep so im experiencing it vicariously through you guys and twt clips fshsh but yeah all the clips i’ve seen literally scream “directed by a man”, the male gaze is just so palpable every time jocelyn is on screen 😐 and oh my ? that’s a very messed up scene but it’s so bizarre it’s honestly almost funny bcs how could someone write such creepy fetishized nonsense 😭 like did he think that would look hot or something ???? that sounds like something out of a mediocre p* movie pls 🥴

yeah i think that a show centred around a young female popstar and talking about her life in and out of the spotlight would have been so interesting, in a way i think especially nowadays since women are dominating the music industry and there’s a lot of talk about how misogyny plays out behind the scene. unfortunately sam lev doesn’t have the artistic scope to do it justice (if anything, he’s actually adding fuel to the fire contributing to the misogyny with his own writing)