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opiniontrashcan · 11 months

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Eurovision 2023

I had some trouble with this because I can find redeeming qualities in so many of the songs, but I had incredibly strong opinions on a lot of them that people didn’t seem to be addressing.

This got long, but I did start running out of steam by the end.

37. “Solo”-Blanka (Poland)

When I first heard this one, I thought, “Wow! This sounds like it would be a massive hit and even more massively overplayed! I hate it already!” My opinion hasn’t improved with subsequent listens, and finding out about the likely nepotism with the song getting selected in the first place didn’t help.

36. “D.G.T.”-Theodor Andrei (Romania)

This guys got great energy, but the song and staging are a mess. As he gets more experience/practice writing songs and performing he’ll probably be fantastic at it, but this song needed more work before getting sent to something like Eurovision.

35. “What They Say”-Victor Vernicos (Greece)

One that I found boring and unmemorable. Might’ve been able to find mild success on the radio, but not for this context. I appreciate having that voice when he’s sixteen, though.

34. “Due Vite”-Marcos Mengoni (Italy)

Basically the same as Greece. I remember noticing his voice was really nice, but the song wasn’t for me.

33. “Breaking My Heart”-Reiley (Denmark)

This is such an internet song. I can see how it could appeal to people, but all the vocal effects also make it difficult to translate to a live show and are something that I’m not a fan of.

32. “Like an Animal”-Piqued Jacks (San Marino)

I didn’t mind this when I first heard it. The group has a good energy and it felt a little goofy, but I ultimately didn’t remember it as much as I thought I would.

31. “Duje”-Albina & Familja Kelmendi (Albania)

I can’t decide if I like this one, so that probably means it isn’t for me, but the depiction of family struggle while still remaining a unit is relatable and not a concept very many songs address.

30. “Burning Daylight”-Mia Nicolai and Dion Cooper (Netherlands)

I like it. It tugs at my emotions every time I hear it. I just keep forgetting it exists.

29. “Watergun”-Remo Forrer (Switzerland)

Nice voice. Nice message that feels super weird coming from a country famous for being neutral... just rubbed me wrong halfway through my first listen when I realised which country sent this.

28. “I Wrote a Song”-Mae Muller (UK)

It’s super catchy, but it’s not for me and the vocals in the live performance I saw really brought down my opinion of the song in general.

27. “Unicorn”-Noa Kirel (Israel)

Eh. It’s a pop song. Not the worst I’ve heard, but not interesting enough to hold my attention. I loved unicorns as a kid, though, and Noa is SUPER flexible.

26. “We Are One”-Wild Youth (Ireland)

Yes, it sounds like a 2000s song, but that’s the time period I have the most musical nostalgia for, so good luck trying to make me dislike it for that reason. The effect at the end of the music video where the singer pulls up his mask as the black screen rolls up was cool.

25. “Stay”-Monika Linkytė (Lithuania)

This one has only just begun to grow on me, so I’m not sure I’m ready to put it much higher, but it has a good feel to it.

24. “Tell Me More”-TuralTuranX (Azerbaijan)

This is the calmest entry of the year, which immediately makes it stand out. I definitely need the break when I’m listening to all the entries at once, but it doesn’t pull me in and hold me as much as a lot of others. I don’t necessarily think it’s the best song for Eurovision, but I still enjoyed it.

23. “Bridges”-Alika (Estonia)

She’s got a powerful voice and I thought I would like the song more, but it doesn’t build to anything like it sounds like it will. I hoped it would grow on me, but it didn’t.

22. “Promise”-Voyager (Australia)

This feels like one that would be much better live than in a video, which is probably why it won the first semi-final. Several other songs ended up grabbing my attention more, though.

21. “Tattoo”-Loreen (Sweden)

This is another powerful voice paired with a song that just doesn’t appeal to me. I remember getting bored with it fairly quickly the first time I listened to it. The staging was cool at first, but it started to feel very static as it went on. I’ve since been able to understand what people like about it, but it still leaves me a little lukewarm.

20. “Future Lover”-Brunette (Armenia)

There was some interesting camera work in the beginning of this one’s video and the second half slaps. I would’ve preferred if the first and second halves didn’t sound/feel so different, though.

19. “Break a Broken Heart”-Andrew Lambou (Cyprus)

He’s got a solid voice and it’s kinda catchy, even if it wouldn’t normally be my type of song.

18. “Power”-Diljá (Iceland)

Another solid voice with some catchy parts, and I like the message. This one has grown on me a lot. She’s also got a lot of energy while performing.

17. “Aijā”-Sudden Lights (Latvia)

This initially drew me in with the unique percussion at the beginning, and then I start getting Franz Ferdinand vibes, which I’m totally down for.

16. “Carpe Diem”-Joker Out (Slovenia)

Fun with lots of energy and one I might enjoy more seeing it in person, but middle of the pack with what I’ve seen.

15. “Samo Mi Se Spava”-Luke Black (Serbia)

I really like the video game concept this has going. That squat walk in the middle always makes me laugh.

14. “Eaea”-Blanca Paloma (Spain)

I go back and forth on whether this song is annoying or not but it does have it’s impressive parts and the staging is intriguing.

13. “Heart of Steel”-TVORCHI (Ukraine)

This one’s a jam and a different route than the other dance songs went this year. The screen effects were cool to watch.

12. “Because of You”-Gustaph (Belgium)

I love the 80s sound of this one. Everyone on stage looks like their having a good time, and that makes me have a good time with it.

11. “Dance (Our Own Party)”-The Busker (Malta)

I liked the saxophone and how relatable the song was. I would much rather be cuddled up at home with a blanket and a book than surrounded by a bunch of people I barely know.

10. “Blood and Glitter”-Lord of the Lost (Germany)

As a metal fan, this might be the funnest metal song I’ve heard and I’m here for it. The deadpan yelling “We’re so happy we could die” gets me every time.

9. "Echo”-Iru (Georgia)

I don’t care if the lyrics make no sense. Her voice makes it sound amazing and the music is there to back it up. I do not understand how “Solo” qualified for finals but not this.

8. “Mama ŠČ!”-Let3 (Croatia)

A fun song that also means something? Sign me up!

7. “Ai Coração”-Mimicat (Portugal)

Her energy and stage presence make me want to smile no matter what mood I’m in (and I’ll try to sing along even though I know exactly 0 Portuguese).

6. “Queen of Kings”-Alessandra (Norway)

I’ll preface this by saying that one of my absolute favourite bands is Within Temptation. Alessandra’s voice sounds like it would fit right in with that kind of band, and she pulls off those tough vocals well. The high energy of her performance is also great for a live performance.

5. “Soarele si Luna”-Pasha Parfeni (Moldova)

I’m not sure I’ve ever had this much fun with a song that was so folky. Going barefoot was such a nice detail (though come to think of if, all of the costumes were really on point for this song).

4. “Who the Hell Is Edgar?”-Teya and Salena (Austria)

I may never get this out of my head. The satire with a pop beat reminds me of Marina and the Diamonds and has made me realise that I do enjoy pop music if the lyrics actually have some substance to them. I can forgive the quirks in the live performance on this one because I just had that much fun with it (and they were first, which is always nerve wracking).

3. “My Sister’s Crown”-Vesna (Czechia)

Even though it’s sung in four languages and I only understand one of them, the message came through clearly and the whole song felt very empowering.

2. “Évidemment”-La Zarra (France)

This one grew on me a LOT. I’m a total sucker for dramatic lighting though, and she sounds good.

1. ”Cha Cha Cha”-Käärijä (Finland)

Käärijä‘s an amazing showman. It was performed well, and the decision to include a repetitive “Cha cha cha” that anyone can sing along with in a song in a language most people are unfamiliar with was a great choice. Lots of energy, lots of colour, lots of fun.

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romanianwilkinson · 3 years

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MONSTER CAMP QUOTES STARTERS

A collection of sentence starters from the game Monster Camp. Feel free to change words and pronouns as desired. CONTENT WARNING(S) FOR: Monster Prom/Monster Camp spoilers, suggestive, cursing, crude content

“ I just have it here because [NAME] insisted that I offer it, as a marketing stunt. ”

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“ Now hold still, this will only hurt for a moment --- ”

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“ No way, really? The way to WIN at poetry is by LOSING at life? ”

“ I dunno, maybe fall in love with someone who’s married and develop an opioid addiction? ”

“ HELL YEAH, SPEEDRUN! ”

“ It’s morbid, but... kind of romantic? ”

“ GASP! Google+? Are you kidding me? The psychopaths behind that global tragedy are here?! ”

“ Prison has changed me, [NAME]. Would you like to trade me some cigarettes in exchange for my fundamental dignity? ”

“ Undermining the laws of reality, subverting life and death, that’s the kind of stuff my followers expect. But CHEATING? No way. ”

“ Though we are imprisoned in chalk jail, we are free in our hearts. But our hearts are also imprisoned in chalk jail. ”

“ Um, no, I am NOT groveling. I am posing a dignified query to [NAME] that just so happens to be performed on my hands and knees. ”

“ I didn’t know you condoned playing the friend card to get free labor, [NAME]. ”

“ Ah, but saving the world doesn’t put avocado toast on the table. We indie seancers and necromancers need to pay our rent too, you know. ”

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“ Are you ready to go swimming? I must admit, darling, I’ve always wondered what you would look like while... wet.”

“ Did you turn this date into an orgy without consulting me? ”

“ Gosh, I love it when you insult me! Please do it more! ”

“ Now who wants to make a baby? ”

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“ Hey, don’t knock wacky decisions that endanger us all! That’s how I always manage to stay a step ahead of my nemeses! ”

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“ I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again: fish give better pedicures than people! ”

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“ You came to visit me at camp, Daddy! ”

“ Don’t be ridiculous, I know your brand of horny, [NAME], and this ain’t it. ”

“ I thought we both agreed to be nothing but vague and haughtily aloof about our past dalliances. ”

“ Point EAST, compass! EAAAAAAAAST! You dumb fuckboot!!!! POINT! EAST! ”

“ One time I was told a soul’s worst fear was bugs and I inadvertantly sent The Beatles. It happens to the best of us... And the worst of us. ”

“ SOMEDAY I SHALL DEFEAT YOUR FIVE STRANGE FEET! ”

“ Why do you keep suppressing your monster half? Embrace your true nature! ”

“ Wow. I didn't think this was possible, but I guess I was... wrong? About social media? Oh dear God, is this how grandparents feel?!?! Am I a GRANDPARENT?! ”

“ I don’t know! I was relying on my friends to cover up my bold and idiotic statement! ”

“ ... I ate the oars. ”

“ PSYCHE. The ocean can eat my ass. ”

“ So pucker up, [NAME]! I'm about to declare mouth war on your FACE! ”

“ YOU FOOLISHLY FOOLISH FOOL! You're showing our inexperience! YOUR HONOR, THE ENTIRE LEGAL TEAM PLEADS THE FIFTH! ”

“ That's right. I'm talking about a classic Transylvania Hot Tub, a Seth Brundle, and a REVERSE Reverse Romanian Wilkinson. ”

“ Sorry, I was in your ribcage seeing if I could use it to cut strips of crepe paper into confetti and then I got lost in your kidneys. ”

“ There's nothing sexier than a doomed romance between a dating sim player and a hot fictional character. ”

“ That's right! I secretly replaced one of you with a bear while no one was looking, to teach you a valuable lesson about the art of disguise! ”

“ Enchant my armor. I’m going into the lake. ”

“ For VIOLENCE REASONS! ”

“ This stupid lake monster called me short the other day, but I was too low level to crush him like he deserved. ”

“ That dumb wet dinkhole won't know what hit him! But it will be me! I will hit him! ”

“ No, YOU'RE a fuckshark! Also, what does that even mean?! ”

“ You seriously didn't notice the enormous needles those interns jabbed into your veins as soon as [NAME] got here? “

“ It all makes sense! The Camp Dome is just an elaborate ploy to distract us from the giant mouth that eats campers! “

“ This is the BEST show I've ever seen in my life, which is now at an end! “

“ Am I high, or did he just tell us EXACTLY how to foil his evil scheme? “

“ What, like a few severed heads and visions of my grandpa screaming in horrendous pain are gonna freak me out? Where I'm from, you can buy that stuff at IKEA. “

“ ERROR: Due to the sixth mass extinction, the slaying of leprechauns is inadvisable. “

“ Then why do I have half-finished scarves, decoupage, pot-holders, friendship bracelets, and a taxidermied rabbit in my skeleton? “

“ The wang elemental. ”

“ I also have an uncle who works at Nintendo as a copy machine! “

“ What flavor of ice cream AM I?! Now I gotta know. HA! You know what I should be? 'Pistachio.' Because my outside is HARD, but I'm full of NUT. “

“ I mean, life is a bit like... this sandwich! No, stay with me, I'm going somewhere good with this. “

“ A survival situation without any sexy fun time isn't worth surviving in the first place. “

“ Rut the RUCK?! ”

“ The ' ambulance of the heart ' is just a regular ambulance! Ambulances treat all organs! ”

“ Yeah, that's why I made sure that my so-called ' emotional armor ' was also ' actual armor '. “

“ And being yourself is the key to living your dreams, which is the key to self actualization, which is the key to being really good at sex! “

“ So hot I'd buy that even without free shipping. 10/10, call me some time. “

“ Hi, quick question: does it count as kidnapping if I'm abducting you so you can help me do a thing you already agreed to help with? “

“ I could be wrong, but are you just upset because you DON'T have a skeleton that's inside your body? “

“ I'm gonna get SO FUCKING RELAXED MY HEAD WILL EXPLODE! “

“ Whoah, whoa, hold up. You're fucking my grandma? “

“ No, [NAME], that is a popcorn bag full of more dynamite. Put it down. “

“ I hear that at least 70% of people on Patreon aren't murderers! “

“ If you want cash, just rob banks like the rest of us! “

“ Did it work? Do you feel any less horny? ”

“ FUCK YEAH, LET'S PUNCH THAT MOUTH IN ITS MOUTH! “

“ Yes... incidentally, we are no longer allowed to enter Italy. “

“ Is anyone else turned on right now? ”

“ Yes! Yes! I know what you're feeling! I suddenly see how marrying a corpse isn't okay! “

“ JUST LET ME IMPROVE YOUR SELF ESTEEM, MORTAL! “

“ Look, choose whatever you want, but I'm not responsible for whatever you put in your mouth. ”

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haysianrose · 3 years

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Transcript of Kelly Marie Tran and Jenny Yang’s conversation for CAA Amplify’s Town Hall on Confronting Anti-Asian Racism on April 1, 2021. Watch the full video on CAA Amplify’s website at amplify.caa.com/library/ (linked in source).

Kelly and Jenny’s part starts at the 47 minute mark and is about 7 minutes long.

To know more about what was discussed at the town hall and the other speakers, read ‘CAA Amplify Town Hall Confronts Anti-Asian Racism; Asian Community Finds Power In No Longer Staying Silent – Commentary’ on Deadline.com.

Jenny Yang: [waves] Hi, Amplify! Kelly Marie Tran: [laughs] Hi! JY: Kelly! Hi! KMT: Jenny! Oh my gosh! JY: I just want you to appreciate the matchy-ness of my look today. KMT: I’m loving the coordination. The shirt with that little pot in the back. You look like someone who’s got everything together. [laughs] JY: You know, we’re trying to. We’re still in a pandemic. And now we’re gonna talk about being in Hollywood as an Asian American! KMT: Great! [laughs] JY: Let’s do it!

JY: With everything that’s been going on in the world, um, with… Frankly, feeling like Asian Americans, being an Asian woman in particular, with the shooting and murders in Atlanta… Like, feeling, like, under attack and super sad. How have you kind of come to understand who you are now as an Asian American in entertainment because of all of this?

KMT: There’s just so many emotions being felt at one time and I think… [sighs] For me, I wanted to dismantle, like, internalized racism, racism inside of me. It’s no secret that I left the Internet for very specific reasons. One thing that I think made a really big impact on me was recognizing just how deep seated the racism was. That was something that I don’t know that I knew the extent of it. And it made me really think about, okay, how do I figure out how I’m working within this system that has… perpetuated this thing.

JY: You unfortunately saw some of the worst, um, hate and ire that’s directed at.. women and particularly you as an Asian American woman, right? I mean, like, publicly. Just because, just because you exist! And this is what’s so, so, like, like, bonkers for me. And I think it’s really cool that, like, you’re admitting to having internalized some of this. Because I feel like that’s one of the first steps, right? It’s like… we need to educate ourselves and get right with ourselves as well as take action.

JY: When, uh, the pandemic first hit, we all had to stay at home. March, like, 11th, was my last day, 2020, of being out in public. About a week later, I was going out, just me and my, you know, blunt bangs, right? And my Asian ass eyes. In front of me stops a pickup truck of, sort of a middle aged white guy. He stopped right in front of me while I was at the corner when he had a green light and flipped me off. What was that for? Nothing had happened. And yet I’m getting accosted, assaulted, whatever. And then it hit me. And then I got hot in my face. And I was like, oh! This is because people think I am responsible for the pandemic. This is because our president and other people call it the China Virus, call it Kung Flu, make it a punchline. It’s telling someone driving down the street that I am a target for their, their hate. It was really upsetting that, okay, wow, this is the beginning of the pandemic, this is what’s to come. It is really important for me to think about what does it mean for us now as Asian Americans in Hollywood and honestly other people who are non-Asian in Hollywood to step up.

KMT: Like, what is helpful moving forward? You know, there’s so… so many instances of uh… you know, my friends and people that I’ve worked with who have, you know, done the social media posts and donated to foundations. They’re reading books about how to dismantle their own internalized racism. Like, what is that next step? And how do we actually, um… Help create change.

JY: You know, Andrew Yang, presidential then presidential candidate, put out a Washington Post op-ed that’s essentially said Asian Americans, if you want to fight anti-Asian racism, then you need to show that you’re more American so that we can be more liked. And, um, I wanted to test that premise in a video and I did that. And, um, you know, I went out with a sign that says, you know, honk if you, uh, if you won’t hate crime me. A middle aged white woman and her son drove around and stopped me and said, “I honked earlier and we just made two loops just so that we could talk to you.” And she just started to go into tears. She’s like, “I am so sorry what’s happening to you and your community. We are… I want you to know that we’re here for you.” That, I will never forget. Because that’s what we need. We need people who, um… are going to be there for us, not just as allies, ’cause we say that word so easily. We need people to be like adopted family! Who wanna join us, alright? Who are, uh, willing to be the intense aunties and uncles of our families who will stand up, whether you’re Asian or not, to actually risk something. ’Cause to me this is what, this is what it’s about.

KMT: During the pandemic, you had this comedy show called Comedy Crossing over Animal Crossing because we couldn’t do it in person and you raised over 30,000 dollars for Black Lives Matter. And that’s someone who is showing up. And that is someone who is risking something. When you’re talking about holding on to hope and you’re talking about a vision for a better world, like, that’s what you did. I’m getting emotional talking about it!

JY: I know! Why are you doing this, Kelly! [wipes eye] KMT: Because it’s true! [laughs] JY: Why are you doing this! KMT: Because it’s true! [laughs]

JY: I mean, listen… There’s more we can always do, but we need to do what we can, you know? And I’m not perfect at all, and… I probably could risk more. I really admire, you know, in your journey, sort of your moment when you, when you, I feel like really took a step forward. And so— Oh, now I’m gonna tear up again. I remember reading the draft of it in that cafe before the pandemic and tearing up and being so happy and proud of you because I know for a fact that, like you were saying earlier, it was very challenging to all of a sudden be thrusted into the public spotlight and become… automatically representation as an Asian American woman, right? In pop culture. And I don’t think people are prepared for that! Honestly, every single person who works in entertainment who has any kind of platform, we all need like mandatory training or something. Asian American studies… KMT: [laughs] JY: Asian American history. So.

KMT: Um. I was just gonna say I’m really grateful for our friendship and the way in which… recognizing that no matter how hard an experience gets, it always gets a little easier if you’re not in isolation within that experience.

JY: The more we can stay connected with each other, right? And encourage each other and not feel alone, I think that’s the way we get through this.

KMT: I’m really grateful to have had this conversation. Just to hear more about your insights as someone who is a community organizer, someone who has been furthering, um, not just the movement in terms of, you know, combating anti-Asian hate, but also anti-Black hate. Um… And how do we continue to be productive as people who all obviously are now sort of pulled into wanting to help in ways that will further, um, hopefully these movements.

JY: Yeah. Thank you. KMT: I love you so much, friend. It’s so good to virtually see you. JY: I know! I love you too, Kelly Marie Tran. KMT and JY: Bye!

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jonkentt · 3 years

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This is a video, Bucky. You’re recording.”

What? I opened the camera.”

Yeah and it’s a video.”

Oh whatever! C’mere we’re getting a picture.”

Back to my original point—”

Shut up and smile, Sam”

The sunlight is a warm yellow glow on their smiling faces. Bucky’s arm is draped over Sam’s shoulders and he leans in to plant a kiss on his cheek.

Sam can almost feel the warm press of Bucky’s lips as he replays the memory on his phone. The glow of the screen dully illuminating the dark hotel room.

Sam’s smile slips and his eyes widen with surprise. Bucky’s laughter rings out till it’s abruptly cut off when Sam grabs his face and kisses him. The image blurs, followed by a loud crack and muffled curse.

Sam smiles but his chest aches a little. His finger hovers over the screen to press play on the video again. Then the phone starts buzzing in his hand and a familiar face appears.

“You asshole, are you a mind reader now? I miss you.”

“Aw, Sam, babe you’re pinning already? Even after I called you this morning?”

“I’m not pinning!”

“I miss you, too. Why the fuck did you have to go away on your birthday? The boys and I ate a cake but they looked sad about it.”

“You ate a cake without me? Wow just rub it in that I couldn’t get out of this hooty tooty conference.”

“I guess world peace is sorta important. Don’t feel too bad though, they weren’t actually sad about it. They ate the whole cake and I promised them another when you got back.”

Sam tries to protest through his laughter. “Hey now, don’t get any ideas about points towards favorite uncle. That’s my title.”

“I’ve been favorite uncle, Sam, and you know it.”

“Why you gotta hurt me like this? I’ll have you know that Cass wrote ‘best uncle ever’ in his text to me this morning.”

“Traitor.”

Sam snickers. Their familiar chatter drains all the pent up tension of the day. Sam can feel the tightness of his shoulders ease, but that little ache in his heart is still too sharp. “Ah dammit, I still miss you.”

“Stop moping, Sam. Go enjoy your birthday!”

“Man, it’s not like there’s anything to do around here! Unless I wanna go to a shitty dive bar and order something in a language I don’t speak. End up having to choke down god knows what.”

“I’ve seen you drink a snake. I’m surprised anything still intimidates you.”

Sam makes a gagging sound. “Don’t remind me.”

“Well I know for a fact that there’s something you’ll love close by. C’mon get up, I’ll give you directions.”

“What?”

“C’mon Sam!”

Which is how Sam ended up walking through an unfamiliar city in the middle of the night, convinced Bucky was steering him in circles.

“You’re almost there.”

“You said that four blocks ago!”

“Relax, Sam. This way you get to stretch your legs and enjoy the sound of my voice at the same time.”

“Bucky—”

“On your left.”

“That’s my line!”

“What? Turn left, Sam.”

Sam rounded the corner of a yet another looming building and the space opened into a massive garden contained by an elaborate iron fence. A cobbled path stretched down it’s center through a tunnel of arches covered in roses. Lights were threaded through the branches, illuminating everything in hazy yellows. A slight breeze filled Sam’s nose with sweetness.

“Woah.”

“I woulda picked flowers for ya but given our situation, I had to bring you to the flowers.”

“This place is beautiful, Buck.” Sam’s voice is soft with awe as he walks down the path, admiring the curving vines of roses all around him. The flowers have bloomed in every color of the rainbow. “How’d you find it?” Sam reaches out to rub delicate blue petals between his finger and thumb.

“A brilliant invention I’ve been informed is called the internet.”

Sam snorts. “Course you would scrounge up the most absurdly romantic spot in the city from halfway across the world.”

“For you, Sam? Nothing less.”

Sam makes his way towards the center of the gardens. The path opens suddenly to a wide circle with a bubbling fountain at its center. Sam looks into its basin and the glint of copper coins wink back at him. He cranes his head to admire the night sky. The twinkle of stars just visible beyond the urban light.

“Oh,” he whispers. “Wow. You’d love this place.” The other end of the line stays quiet. “Bucky?” Sam glances at his phone to see the call has ended. He frowns, wondering if he lost signal.

“I can promise, Sam, that the whole scene is much prettier with you in it.”

Sam’s head snaps up at that familiar sound. Bucky steps out from behind a wall of roses. His eyes are crinkled in a bright smile.

“Hey, Angel.”

Sam breaks into a stupidly huge grin then launches himself into Bucky’s arms. His partner laughs and hugs him close.

“You’ve been gone, what, not even a week? Already miss me that much?”

Sam smirks and shrugs.

“I’d consider being embarrassed about it except that you literally researched where to find a fucking rose garden and then traversed an ocean just to tell me how pretty I am.”

Bucky strokes Sam’s cheek with his thumb and looks at him with near unbearable fondness.

“Can’t let you go forgetting it.”

Bucky leans in till their noses touch. Sam closes his eyes and breaths him in, relaxing into Bucky’s embrace.

“Can’t let you doubt for a second how loved you are.”

Bucky presses their foreheads together.

“You’re incredible, Sam. God, just—” Bucky huffs a laugh that sounds a little overwhelmed. “You’re always blowing my mind. When your eyes open in the morning, all warm and soft and already smiling. When you laugh so easily and it’s the best sound in the world. When you look at your nephews so proud like your heart’s gonna burst.” Bucky barely hears the fountain behind them or notices the sweetness in the air. All he can think of is Sam.

“You always stop and talk to the kids who recognize you, doesn’t make a difference if you’re exhausted, you always care about putting smiles on their little faces.” Bucky swallows against the emotion welling in his throat. “You always look out for your team. Even when shit hits the fan and we’re all scared, donno what’s coming. You hold it together and keep us safe, me ‘n Torres ‘n everyone.” He pauses to listen to Sam’s breathing and feel the warmth of it on his lips. “And when you’re sad, Sam, god you hate showing it. But still you let people in. Just crack your heart right open. You’re more honest than any of us deserve. But the way you see the world, the way you put hope in people, it’s such a fucking amazing gift you don’t even realize you’re giving.”

Sam moves just slightly and for once Bucky doesn’t want to be stopped with a kiss. He needs Sam to hear this, needs Sam to believe it. Bucky leans back and locks his gaze with Sam’s. Desperately, he tries to find the words.

“I try— I try to show you. How much you matter. How everything you do matters. I try to show you but I can’t keep up. I’ll never be able to keep up with you, Sam.” Bucky smiles even as he struggles to keep his voice steady.

“I try to tell you how much I love you but words fall short every time. I try to tell you how important you are and sometimes you still look surprised and that breaks my heart cause you gotta know, Sam. You gotta know.” Light catches the teardrops on Sam’s eyelashes and Bucky finally notices the emotion in his eyes. It knocks the air from his chest.

“You are so loved. And ‘course it’s not just me. So many folks look up to you! I always recognize the look in their eyes cause I know it.” Bucky cups Sam’s face and pauses just to admire him. “I know what it feels like to have a whole heart-full of Sam Wilson.”

They look at each other in silence for a breathless moment. Bucky looking at Sam like he hung every star in the sky, and Sam trying not to drown in that gaze. Then Sam smiles and wipes his eyes with the heel of his palm. Bucky melts at the sight of that tooth gap.

“Jesus, Bucky.” Sam sniffs. “You rehearse that?”

“Every day.”

Sam laughs a little and leans in to nuzzle Bucky’s cheek. “Well, I love it,” he whispers. “Means a lot, Bucky. And I love you.”

Bucky grins ear-to-ear. The press of Sam’s nose on his cheek makes his stupid stomach flip.

“Birthday kiss?”

Sam answers by pressing their lips together.

#there is no plot there is just bucky in love with sam #back on my gay shit #sambucky fic #onlysambucky

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jinned · 5 years

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bts react- them as your boyfriend

-the biggest dork of a boyfriend oh my god

-but tries to act cool™️

-when he buys himself hoodies he’s also subconsciously thinking of whether or not you’d like it

-he wants to buy the kind of hoodies you want to steal

-“this one is a nice color but this other one is cozier and y/n would be able to curl up in it so I should go with this one”

-lots of giggling

-and that cute embarrassed smile/eye scrunch namjoon does (you know the one)

-he would cup your cheeks in his hands ALL THE TIME

-on dates he just wants to stare at you

-like it’s borderline creepy…

-but he’s just so in awe of you

-constantly wonders what he did to deserve you

-makes playlists for you to listen to

-he’s the type of boyfriend that would 100% put you first

-gets so concerned about your wellbeing that he kind of hovers

-he wants a partner in life and wants to be able to learn and grow with you

-tries so hard to be perfect for you

-is the type of boyfriend that won’t shut up about you to random strangers or friends but honestly doesn’t even realize that you’re all he talks about

-when someone calls him out on it he gets reeeaaalll embarrassed and shy

-always says you need to take more pictures together but then gets so lost in the moment he forgets to take any

-we already been knew you gonna lose some ribs cause you’ll be laughing so hard around this man

-writes you awful corny love jokes

-he’s the type of boyfriend who will always take care of you

-you’ll never have to worry about anything basically

-treats you like royalty and would do anything for you

-lots of at home dates!!

-cuddling on the couch drinking wine and watching old movies

-or karaoke

-but not…regular karaoke

-“whoever sings the worst doesn’t have to do dishes”

-it’s basically you two screeching and making inaudible sounds into a microphone

-some mornings you’ll wake up and he’ll be acting out a role from a film and it’s your mission to guess what character he is

-until then no kisses >:|||

-Jin would be the relaxed kind of boyfriend but you’ll never stop laughing

-would 10000% sing you to sleep

-just wants to spend time with you. That’s his love language

-you are the source of his confidence

-”If I could get y/n to fall in love with me then I can do anything”

-at some points in the relationship you will have to remind him that he is an adult and to stop acting like a child

-only gotta tell him once and then he’ll get his shit together

-the type of boyfriend to make you think “wow…he’d be an amazing dad.” a LITTLE too early into the relationship

-shy boyfriend

-wants to protect you but also wants to hide behind you

-just wants you to be as in love with him as he is with you

-reaalllly afraid he’s going to do something to mess things up :(((

-has the mentality of “push them away before they push you away”

-is just really afraid

-but once you break down those walls and show him that you’re here to stay and that you love the real him…

-the dorkiest boyfriend

-so many sarcastic jokes

-“aha!!” kind of laughs

-sees the relationship as 50-50 but understands that sometimes you might be at a 30 so he needs to step up and be the 70 (I hope that makes sense)

-S P O I L S Y O U

-you mention one time you like that one thing?

-it’s all wrapped up in a pretty bow on your side of the bed by the end of the week

-leaves you REAL CUTE NOTES

-“hi baby I hope you have a great day at work! Don’t forget to take your vitamins and take a water bottle with you. Never forget you are the most precious thing to me. I love you more than I can ever describe.”

-writes songs about you

-a lot of songs

-would want to hide you from the paparazzi to protect you but would tweet so many obvious things about you

-at the end of the day he just wants to be held by you

-he’s so afraid of losing you that he’ll go over the top with everything he does

-legit watches romantic movies or reads romance novels to “Study” how to be a boyfriend basically

-but then quickly finds out that type of stuff isn’t how the real world works

-I could honestly go on and on about the type of boyfriend my lil yoongurt would be cause he’s seriously the dream boyfriend

-not gonna lie hobi might be kind of a mess of a boyfriend. Lemme explain

- m o o d s w i n g s

-just emotionally all over the place

-he seems to feel his emotions 10 times more than a regular person

-when he’s happy he’s OVER THE MOON

-when he’s upset or angry it’s a lot of petty attitude

-those are on rare occasions though

-he’s the type of boyfriend that clings to you

-just needs you close 24/7

-is really easy to shop for???

-I don’t think he’d particularly take you out on lots of dates

-he’s prefer bringing the dates home

-like board games and crafts

-6 months in and he’s talking about babies

-highkey just really intense

-but it’s mostly in a good way

-never forgets your birthday or anniversary

-the boyfriend that goes “it’s our three month anniversary! I got you a gift!”

-your family just ADORES HIM

-easily jealous

-ultimately is the ideal boyfriend once he gets past his own insecurities

-if you guys argue he will be the mature one to make you both sit down and talk it out

-ever wish you could date a golden retriever? WELL SAY NO MORE

-jimin would be the most loyal boyfriend

-would feel bad leaving you to hang out with his friends

-so many cuddles

-will literally fetch anything for you

-you need anything? He’s already on his way to the store to get it for you

-comes back with flowers and your favorite candy

-the type to get you presents just because they reminded him of you

-lots of romantic dates

-definitely the “my best friend is my boyfriend” type

-you are the center of his world and all he wants is for you to be happy

-if you have younger siblings he’s always excited to see them and play with them

-he really quickly becomes an addition to your family

-he’s really insecure so he needs constant confirmation that he’s a good boyfriend and that you love him

-the type to make a sims family with you

-“look y/n! Our sims have 8 kids!”

-sometimes he’s so clingy it’s annoying

-like gadayum can’t anyone pee without holding their boyfriend’s hand??????

-he’s the opposite of Yoongi. Yoongi would be more likely to push you away due to his insecurities but Jimin will cling too much because of his insecurities

-Jimin would be the most attentive boyfriend ever like wow what a precious gem

-so so so sooooo goofy

-lots of adventures!

-wants to take you out all the time

-never go to the same restaurant twice

-wants to capture every moment with you via camera

-sometimes you have to remind him to actually live in the moment

-loves to hold onto you

-is not afraid of pda

-gets bashful when you do the simplest things. Like kissing his cheek randomly

-he can’t take it

-lmao sorry but if you’re a female reader he gonna play with your boobs ALL THE TIME

-not even in a sexual way just if it’s there within his reach it gonna be in his hand

-sometimes he gets a little intense with how childish he is

-if you try to have a serious conversation with him early into the relationship it might not go as planned

-he has a harder time letting go of his goofy and carefree side so you’ll just have to really sit him down and explain that you’re trying to be serious and want him to act the same

-after a while though it’s SOOOOO much easier

-I don’t wanna say you have to train him to be a boyfriend but you’re gonna have to train him to be a boyfriend

-what I mean by train is that you’ll have to teach him what you like and what you expect/want from him because a lot of the dating stuff won’t come naturally to him

-but don’t worry he’s got it down and will do anything to make you happy

-just be careful not to make him feel like he’s not good enough or that you’re trying to change him

-definitely wants a “my best friend is my significant other” type of relationship

-out of all the members he’s most likely to be self aware of if he’s ready for a relationship or not

-“yeah I really like this person but I’ve got a lot going on so it wouldn’t be fair to them.”

-he’s not romantic by the book but definitely romantic in his own way

-takes you to art museums and shows you his favorite paintings

-if you look closely a lot of the paintings reflect love and inner turmoils

-you basically have to read in between the lines with tae

-oh sweet baby boy :(

-the cutest boyfriend :(

-like…the ones you see in movies kind of boyfriend

-the “this has to be scripted” or “he stole this off the internet” kind of boyfriend

-memorizes you to a T

-you’re in a bad mood? Comes home with flowers and your favorite snacks

-tucks you in at night and gives you temple kisses

-also kind of a lost boyfriend ™️

-he’s just…trying real hard to figure things out

-jungkook’s google search list:

•”how to be a good boyfriend?”

•”best places to take your girl/boyfriend”

•”how to know if you’re in love”

-wants to WRESTLE

-like play wrestling where you’re both laughing and just grabbing each other and trying to pin one another down

-is scared when he realizes it could lead to something sexual

-just wants to be a dork with you

-another “my best friend is my boyfriend” type of guy

-but also babies the fuck outta you

-is so polite and respectful to your family that they’re suspicious

-gives THE BEST boyfriend hugs

-always smells good

-the type of boyfriend that buys you the giant ass teddy bear and a giant bouquet of flowers

♡𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓉𝓊𝑒𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎 ♡

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brashierc · 5 years

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NBLD

4 minutes late 😭😭 in my defense I was reading all day but I wrote a little sum sum to celebrate National Book Lovers Day! Happy reading y’all

He smiles to himself when he sees her insta story, now that it’s finally loaded. She posted a picture of herself curled up on his couch (though no one knows it’s his) his favorite blanket draped over her lap, coffee cup in her left hand, book on her lap with the caption ‘Happy National Book Lovers Day!’

He was so far in love with her it wasn’t even funny. The thought of her sitting on his couch with his favorite blanket made his heart beat faster than normal, and his emotions shot up like a rocket.

He’s just walking out of the office building Shawn and the team had him meet at. They wanted to discuss visuals for the new single being added to the tour set list, and to get updates for how the documentary editing was coming along.

“You’re chipper,” Shawn nudges his shoulder, as they walk toward the parking lot together.

“My girls at my place.” He says stopping at his car, squinting in the sunlight with a small grin on his face.

“Oh,” Shawn wiggles his eyebrows. “Spending nights now huh?”

“I’m 20 Shawn, I’m an adult.” Connor stands straighter.

“Chill bro,” Shawn chuckles, “I’m just giving you a hard time. I’m glad to see you happy, Y/n’s cool.”

“She’s amazing.”

“Do I smell love in the air?” Shawn raises an eyebrow.

“You do, you do.” Connor mumbles, shrugging as his cheeks blush profusely.

“Good for you man! I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks Shawn.”

“You guys got plans for the day?”

“Well it’s National Book Lovers Day?” Connor looks back at Shawn, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “So I kind of planned on dropping by the book store to get a few books and then some coffee before heading back to my place to spend the day watching her read.”

Shawn just grins, “You’ve got it bad Bro.” He laughs when Connor shrugs and continues to squirm in his stance with how embarrassed he is. “Well, if you find yourself needing food, and maybe wanting to chill out or dance with her for a bit, I’m throwing this party tonight at my place. It’s gonna be chill but at the same time it won’t. Please feel free to drop by, bring Y/n, have some fun.”

“Thanks man, I’ll talk to her about it.”

“If you make it you make it, if not, I’ll just know you’re getting laid.”

At this Connor punches Shawn in the arm and laughs before bidding him goodbye and getting in his car.

He searched her bookshelf this morning, looking up authors and book titles to figure out if she was in the middle of reading any series and if she had all the books to the series. He found one series she was missing three books from, and those were the three he planned to pick out for her.

Walking into the bookstore he didn’t even try to pretend like he knew the first thing about looking for her books, he did what any boyfriend does. He went to the help desk. A young girl smiled as walked up.

“How can I help you?”

“I’m looking for this author and series,” He says showing her a screenshot of what he found out this morning.

She nodded, but looked up and stared at him. She blinked a few times before smirking and taking him to the section. He was oblivious to where he was until she pulled the three books he was looking for off the shelf, showing the covers to him, that were of shirtless men.

“Oh,” He jerked his head back a bit, double checked his screenshots, and pictures of the books you had on the shelves before grabbing the books and rushing to the front counter.

He was going to get out of there as fast as he could. The guy at the counter stared at him as he rung him up and he tried to avoid eye contact.

He was so out of sorts he totally spaced on stopping at her favorite coffee shop before heading home.

“You’re back!” She cheered as he walked in.

“Hey Babygirl.” He smiled, snapping out of his thoughts as he sat next to her on the couch.

“What’s that?” She asked pointing to the light yellow bag in his hand.

“Oh,” He held it up, forgetting that he had it. “Happy National Book Lovers Day Babygirl.” He smiled, leaning over and kissing her cheek as he set the back down on her lap.

She squealed a little when she realized he bought her books. “You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.”

She pulled the books out of the bag and gasped when she found the three books that she’s been waiting to get.

“What? How’d you? Con?” She looks up at him in amazement.

“I might have dug through your bookshelf.” He motions a thumb over his shoulder. “Looked up some authors, and some book series.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“Wow I love you.” She smiles, leaning forward to kiss his lips, but pulling back when he doesn’t quite reciprocate. “What’s wrong?” She whispers.

“Why are you reading books with shirtless guys on the covers?” He blurts, not meaning too.

He shuts his eyes, jaw clenched as she giggles a little.

“I wondered if you’d ever ask me that question.”

“I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” She leans closer to him, hand around his neck, thumb rubbing up and down behind his left ear. “Unless your judging me.”

“Of course not.” He shakes his head. “I just, I’m-”

“Listen to me.” She pecks his lips. “I love you.” He grins instantly. “The books have nothing to do with us or you, it’s everything to do with the fact that I’m in love with the idea of love. I love reading love, I love watching love, I love loving you. I love feeling loved by you.”

He smiles, big, and leans back into her hand.

“It’s a story to me, and I like to get lost in their world because it makes me look at mine through a brand new prospective with each book I open and close.”

“Much like photos and videos are a memory, and each time I watch it I find something new to see.”

“Exactly.” She nods.

“Okay, I like that. I like learning new things about you.”

“I like learning new things about you too.” She smiles, kissing his lips softly.

“The guy at the counter looked at me funny when I bought you your books.”

“The guy on the other side of the counter won a lot of brownie points for dealing with the guy at the counter looking at him funny when he bought me my books.”

“Oh yeah?” Connor smirks, leaning in for another kiss, this time slipping her a little tongue.

“Yeah.”

“Enough to take her out of the house away from her books tonight?” He asks with a slight cringe look on his face.

“Awe, why? What’s going on?” She asks, pouting a little.

“Shawn’s throwing a party, but we don’t have to go.”

She sits on it for a moment and nods. “Let’s go, Shawn’s parties are always fun. Someone always breaks the internet, and if it’s gonna be you I’d rather be there to watch.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “You’re trouble.”

“I am not.” She fake gasps.

“Yes you are, don’t deny it. You’re my trouble.”

“Thought I was Babygirl?”

He blushes, taking the book off her lap and setting it on the table before he pulled her on his lap. “You are my trouble Babygirl.” He nips at her lips.

“Yeah well, you’re kind of hot Connor David.”

He grins, leaning up a little bit. “Hot enough to take you away from your books, maybe take you down the hall, lay you on the bed, and not sleep, and maybe have you teach me what you learned from reading Fifty Shades?”

She gasps when he brings up the book series.

“I found those, hiding them on the bottom shelf isn’t a good hiding spot.” He kisses down her neck.

“I’d much rather you be my Will Sumner.”

“I don’t know who that is but I’m willing to learn.”

“Be my book boyfriend.” She laughs as he stands up with her legs wrapped around his waist.

“I’ll be the best book boyfriend.”

iMessage to ShAwN the bOsS: Hey man, thanks for the invite, but she looks too pretty reading.

iMessage from ShAwN the bOsS: No problem, you’re not missing much other than Brian sucking at beer pong.

“What are you doing?” She asks as she looks up at him for a minute.

She’s currently laying on him, book in hand, head on his chest.

“Just letting Shawn know were not gonna be able to make it.”

“Oh my god! His party, I’m sorry, I’ll get ready.” She starts to move.

“No,” He whines, holding her close. “I don’t wanna go anymore. Just wanna lay with you and watch you read.”

“Watch me?”

“You’re pretty, and you’re my muse, and I need some inspiration. Just read your book, I won’t bug you I promise.” He kissing her nose before settling back against the headboard.

written by: @shawnm521

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hobiwonder · 5 years

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Commissions

Hi everyone!!

As you can tell by the title, I’m going to be opening commissions. As my part-time job starts up in January, I have decided to try making writing my casual job to earn some savings before I run out completely. It’s quite expensive in Australia especially to be a student without a job lol. I am actively applying for summer jobs but it’s a fat chance i’ll get hired this late for christmas casuals !!! (kms). I had been thinking about getting a ko-fi page but never felt my writing to be good enough lol BUT desperate times call for desperate measures hhhhhh.

So if you enjoy my writing, I’ll be writing personalised little stories for a ko-fi each. Doesn’t matter how many you want to give (one is $3).

The drabbles will be between 1000 to 2000 words.

Send me an ask choosing your prompt from the prompt list below. You can choose as many as you like and i will try my best to incorporate them all if they fit in one story.

Basically let me know in an ask: Prompt, Your name (if you want), any triggers I should avoid, physical appearance details in case I need them, age. Birth year is fine. AND THE MEMBER OFC LMAO

If you don’t like a prompt, you can also just give me a genre and i can surprise you :) (college au, barista au, etc.)

Write a nickname or a name in your ko-fi note so I can identify you and get started writing on your prompt. https://ko-fi.com/hobiwonder

Prompt list:

“That’s not yours.”

“Rot in hell.”

“Take off your shirt.”

“Ugh, you’re sweaty- get off.”

“Can we just pretend like we’re normal for once?”

“I dare you!”

“A kiss for good luck?”

“Just this once.”

“There’s something I have to tell you…”

“You’re making me think that what they told me about you was right.”

“Don’t get up, you’ll make it worse.”

“Cute, but still fucked up.”

“I’m not drunk enough for this.”

“Be careful.”

“You owe me.”

“You never mattered to me.”

“Please don’t let me be alone.”

“How did you talk me into this?”

“That’s not good…”

“Don’t try to fix me. I’m not broken.”

“You’re cold.”

“Be you. No one else can.”

“You’re a horrible liar. I’ve known you far too long to be able to tell.”

“Don’t think I forgot about what you did last time.”

“I’m scared.”

“When was the last time you slept?”

“I’ll never forgive you.”

“Quit ignoring me.”

“You have my word.”

“Kiss me and i’ll forgive you.”

“I never wanted to hurt you.”

“There’s nothing I can do anymore.”

“Even when you’re annoying the fuck out of me, I still love you.”

“I’m just looking out for you.”

“I told you not to fall in love with me.”

“Why are you so stubborn?”

“It was supposed to be a secret!”

“You’re my everything.”

“You need to keep pressure on it.”

“It’s never too late to get back up again.”

“I can’t breathe.”

“Stop talking.”

“This isn’t like you.”

“This isn’t who I am.”

“Would you just hold still?”

“If I die, I’m never speaking to you again.”

“I don’t know who you are anymore.”

“Come with me.”

“My clothes look good on you.”

“I will always protect you.”

“Wake up, please.”

“Please look at me.”

“When I’m with you, I’m home.”

“I never meant to hurt you.”

“Eyes on me.”

“Please shut up. Just shut up.”

“I’m tired, just cuddle me.”

“This is new.”

“I’m not okay.”

“Is that blood?”

“Run!”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“That’s a lot of blood…”

“I immediately regret this decision.”

“You’re hurt, let me help.”

“That doesn’t look good…”

“Is that my shirt?”

“How did we get in this mess?”

“Move over.”

“What if one day I wake up and you’re not there?”

“You know me better than anyone.”

“You backstabber!”

“What happened to you?”

“stop moving, i’m almost done!”

“Are you testing me?”

“Please don’t shut me out.”

“You make me forget.”

“Just leave me alone.”

“I’m not moving, your lap is comfortable.”

“Just this once.”

“I made a mistake.”

“I SAW you with him/her/them!”

“None of this is your fault.”

“It’s so hot out!”

“Just breath.”

“We have to help!”

“I just really miss talking to you.”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“I trust you.”

“Are you serious?”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Look at me.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Can you stop thinking about yourself for once?”

“They’re gone.”

“It just… hurts.”

“I think we’re lost.”

“You deserve so much better.”

“I knew this was a bad idea.”

“I’m lost without you.”

“This is going to hurt.”

“I feel stupid.”

“I know you’re not talking to me…”

“What’s in it for me?”

“You’re everything to me.”

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“I didn’t want you to see this.”

“You’re safe now.”

“Are you going to talk to me?”

“You know me too well.”

“[text read thirty minutes ago]”

“I never want to see you again.”

“I know you lied to me.”

“Do you promise?”

“You know i’m not like that.”

“Am I dead?”

“It’s not what it looks like.”

“Do you ever mean the things you say?”

“I can take care of myself just fine.”

“You got this.”

“What are you hiding?”

“There is nothing wrong with you.”

“You’re sick.”

“I don’t know anyone else who can make me feel this way.”

“There is only one bed.”

“I can’t see anything.”

“How dare you?!”

“I’m sorry I scared you, I didn’t mean to.”

“I’m not even sorry.”

“can we just stay in bed?”

“That was kind of hot.”

“But I thought you liked this?”

“You… you never had a problem with it before.”

“I know it hurts.”

“What did you say?”

“How long will this go on for?”

“I’m just tired.”

“What have you’ve done?”

“Go back to sleep.”

More Prompts...:

Angst

“All I wanted was a happy ending.”

“Mistakes are easily made in the moment. Apologies are not.”

“I don’t want to feel this way anymore.”

“My emotions have been turbulent for so long, I’m not sure how to react.”

“My heart tells me to kiss you, my head tells me to walk away.”

“I don’t want material belongings! I want my heart back!”

“Until you can return the time I wasted on you, I don’t want anything to do with you.”

“Grief is natural they say. So is death. I don’t want either.”

“You can’t look pretty and dangerous at the same time. Not yet.”

“Kill everything dear to you and then you will know how it feels.”

“I don’t hold people close. It makes it easier for them to hurt you.”

“Don’t touch me. Your skin is poison.”

“Why won’t he/she/they call?”

“I’m dreading her/his/their call, I’m not ready.”

“I don’t like this, it feels weird.”

“Kill my feelings, kill my soul. Kill everything I am.”

“Don’t call me, I don’t want any contact with you.”

“Please don’t talk to me, I’m dealing with some stuff.”

“It’s not working out. We’re not working out.”

“Hey, I’m leaving for good. I’ll…see you around.”

Fluff

“I want to eat a yoghurt with you.”

“Can we make cake? I like cake.”

“I like your rainbow shoes.”

Please hold me. It’s been a day.”

“I’ve never felt such love.”

“The moon is high tonight, it frames you well.”

“I want to dance through an army of fireflies with you.”

“Stars pale in comparison to you.”

“My heart hurts when I see you and I find myself drunk on the pain.”

“I would give up everything for the chance to see your laugh again.”

“Monster Inc. was onto something, your smile and laughter runs my entire world.”

“I dedicated this nail to you, when I painted them.”

“All I want is to sleep by your side.”

“Cover me in badges of your love.”

“I’ve never enjoyed anything more than a hug from you.”

“You look yummy.”

“My hand was made to fit into yours. That’s all there is to it.”

“I didn’t get soaked wet through walking to your house for you to say no to pizza. I have beer too. I know you’re sad, so let me in.”

“This might sound so creepy but I want your skin. It’s so pretty.”

“You just dropped love into my heart and that’s all I needed.”

Soulmates

“It was a matter of time before we got together.”

“My soul sings when it feels you.”

“Please, please hold my hand, and make me whole.”

“My life missed yours forever.”

“If my soul had been cut in half at birth, it would have gone to you.”

“We’re two bodies with one soul only.”

“I couldn’t imagine my future without you now that I have you.”

“I feel like I’ve died now he’s/she’s/they’re gone.”

“Please take my soul and never let go.”

“I’ve never seen colour like I do with you.”

“All my soul yearns for is your presence.”

“We can’t win. Either I have you and my soul sings but your cries, or we’re apart and your soul rejoices but mine dies.”

“Time is what we don’t have, but you are what I need.”

“I didn’t think I could find someone as perfectly matched as you.”

“Please treat me with kid gloves, my soul can’t take much more.”

“Soulmates don’t have to be romantic. Sometimes your soul resonates with a friend.”

“This existence would mean little without you.”

“Why try to force it? If we’re truly soulmates, it’ll happen.”

“Please keep me close until the close of the final day.”

“Everything about you is amazing to me.”

Friendship Specifically

“Wow, that is a ridiculously bug watermelon. I love it.”

“Let’s drink wine and trash talk our co-workers.”

“What do you mean you’re sick?! You’re my partner in crime!”

Best friends are a rare breed and you are the best of best friends.”

“Everyone’s out on dates, want to each ice cream and binge watch (insert TV show/movie).”

“I’m here for you. I got your back.”

“Thank God for the internet. I don’t know how I’d live without you.”

“I’m the pun-master, you’ll miss me when I’m gone.”

“No one understands the effort of a long distant friendship.”

“They don’t approve of our friendship, but I don’t need them too.”

“In the end we migrate towards comfort. I am my most comfortable around you.”

“Why date when you can spend the night with me watching shitty TV and drinking.”

“Never underestimate friendship.”

“If you quote Yu-Gi-Oh’s power of friendship one more time I will kill you.”

“Even if we don’t talk for days, I’ll always be your best friend.”

“You can take as many breaks as you need.”

“Friendships can be difficult, but those that survive are magical ones.”

“You know I will be with you forever. Friends until the end.”

If they try to keep us apart, they’re idiots.”

“There’s nothing like a boys/girls/friends night.”

I would really appreciate anyone helping out. My writing definitely isn’t the best but i hope whatever I write for any of you; you will enjoy and feel it will be worth it. Even if you’re not interested, a reblog would be much appreciated!!

Thank you :)

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I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 63

Chapter Summary - Danielle meets Sophie for lunch, then bumps into another friend who decides to give Danielle some assistance, but what will occur if she accidentally meets Tom?

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“Tom?” Danielle knocked on the door of Tom’s study before entering. When she walked in she was welcomed to the sight of him pacing frantically, repeating a line over and over in different tones, trying to find the right timbre to give it the emotion he wished to convey. He did not seem to notice her for a minute but stopped and looked at her as soon as he did. “You need some lunch.”

“I will, at one or half-past.”

“It’s two o’clock, Tom.”

“Shit.” He rubbed his hands over his face. “I don’t have time to go down and…”

Danielle left the room for only a moment before returning with a tray that had soup, a salad, two bottles of water, a teapot covered in a tea cosy and a cup with milk. “I know, so I brought it to you, read over lines, add notes and eat.” She ordered.

Tom’s frustration dissipated as he looked at the meal she had prepared for him, his grimace became a smile and he walked over to her and kissed her. “Thank you.”

“I told you, I would help keep you on track when we are both here.”

“I love you so much, Elle,” He kissed her again. “You’re never allowed leave.”

Danielle smiled before laughing. “Are you going to tie me up and forbid me from leaving?”

“That sounds like fun.” Tom grinned back before looking at her clothes. “You got changed, are you going somewhere?”

“I was going to meet Sophie for a while in Camden.”

Tom gave her another kiss. “But what if you are spotted?”

“Well then, when we become public I am sure someone will accuse Sophie of getting me to ensnare you and together we will rule the two boyfriends of the internet, Mwahahahahaha.” Danielle lasted only a moment before she erupted in giggles, Tom joining her immediately after. “But no, Ben’s not there either, he’s spending daddy-son time with Christopher, so no one will care and if they do see us it will be ‘Sophie Hunter and Friend’.”

“In that case, have a wonderful time, we are leaving for Luke’s at eight.”

“I plan on being home to cook a meal before we go.”

“Well, how about I have something ready for six?”

“How about I tell you I love you, but that I know you’ll be too engrossed in this so I will be home at five to cook?” Danielle retorted.

“Meany.”

“You know it’s true.”

“Well hurry along, every minute with me is wasting time you could spend with Sophie, are you driving?”

“I’ll get the Tube, quicker than finding parking. Text me if you need me to pick anything up.”

“Basil.”

“You’ve got it Sweet Cheeks, don’t work too hard.”

“No promises, have fun, Elle.”

“Hello, stranger.” Elle hugged Sophie as best she could with a baby belly in the way. “I was bold.”

“Do not tell me those are for my son.” Sophie scolded as she looked at the baby boutique bags in Danielle’s hand.

“No.” There was a sceptical look on Sophie’s face. “Some are for Bubble.”

“Elle!”

“I’m sorry, they were too cute.”

“We don’t know what we’re having.”

“They’re neutral, come on. I have no nieces and nephews, let me spoil your kids.”

“You’re terrible.”

“I know and I’m not even remotely sorry.” Danielle shrugged, earning an eye roll from Sophie. “So, how was Christmas?”

“Tiring. Thankfully Christopher hasn’t grasped it all yet, but he’s teething, so we were up half the night anyway.”

“Ooh, not nice.”

“Ben tried to let me get some sleep, but I can’t get comfortable so I was tossing and waking every time Kit was groaning.”

“There’s no winning, meds aren’t the answer, but they are so small it hurts them so much.” Danielle nodded sympathetically.

“Exactly, you seem to get it more than people with kids, all they keep saying is ‘try this’ and ‘try that’ and getting offended if it doesn’t work.”

“Saying that it worked for them so you either did it wrong, are calling them a liar or saying they don’t know what they are talking about.” Danielle finished.

“THANK YOU!” Sophie caused a few people to jump with her half shout. “Finally, someone who gets it.” She sighed, “I’m sorry, I am just unloading, I am so much stress and hormones some days and Ben is as tired, if not more with work.”

“First of all, you are allowed get annoyed, and secondly, give me learning lines over carrying a human being in my stomach, that shit is never easy.”

Sophie frowned. “How are you getting this more than most parents do, you don’t even have nephews and nieces.”

“Because I am able to see from the outside looking in,” Danielle shrugged. “So, what plans have you for tonight?”

“Dinner, then sleep.”

“Good plan.”

“Tim and Wanda are stealing Christopher for the night, I think Ben called hem to ask them for a night’s peace, I am not complaining. I need one good night’s sleep and I will be back to myself a bit, right now I feel like I am on the verge of erupting from tiredness.”

“So another coconut slice then?” Danielle offered.

“Fuck it.” Sophie turned to get out of the chair.

“Don’t you dare get up, I’ll get it, you cherish your decaf tea,” Danielle ordered going to the counter to retrieve the last slice of the cake for her friend. “There you are.”

“What happened your hand?” Sophie had not realised with the long sleeves that Danielle was sporting a wrist brace.

“Fell off a bike on Christmas Eve.” Danielle dismissed. “Small tiny fracture.”

“Not fun, how did Tom react?”

“Like I was base jumping, no he was scared because my phone was broken in the fall so it took hours for him to be told what happened to me.”

“Poor Tom.”

“Came to the hospital to bust me out, they wanted to keep me in because they thought I might have a concussion, but he demanded I come home, didn’t leave me do anything too strenuous all Christmas.”

“Of course not. So what are your plans for tonight?”

“Going to a party that Luke is insisting on having, though, between you and me, I think that’s his way of having all his clients in one place and not making a show of themselves in public.” Danielle smiled.

“You might not be wrong there. Have you something to wear?”

“Stop, Tom found this thing in my wardrobe I should never have bought and begged me to bring it.”

“Wait, you owned it?”

“Yes, I bought it a few years ago, I have no idea why.”

“Right, sorry, for a second I thought he was forcing you to wear something he got from somewhere, my brain is frazzled.”

“Jesus no, I don’t think Tom would ever do such a thing.”

“Do you want to wear it?”

“It’s very...not me.”

“How so?”

“Well, look at me, I am plaid shirts and jeans, not dresses.”

“So you can’t have both? You never were a girlie girl, were you?”

“We lived in the countryside, I had horses and helped my dad on the holidays with calves and testing and all that, what do you think?” Danielle laughed.

“Zara Phillips works with horses and look at her life.”

“Who?” Danielle stared blankly at Sophie, having no idea who she was talking about.

“Zara Phillips, the Queen’s granddaughter, Princess Anne’s Daughter.” Danielle shook her head to indicate she had no idea who that was. “I forget you guys don’t know anything about our Royal Family.”

“Don’t know, don’t care.” Danielle dismissed. “If it doesn’t affect my daily life, not interested. I only have enough energy to look after me and mine, after that, not interested.”

“Good way to be.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Tom and I have this thing planned with Luke, if we get a chance, we are going to release this ourselves, including all about me.”

“A great idea.” Sophie smiled. “Sort of like our engagement announcement.”

“Minus a baby for us.”

“Would you want that some day?”

“What?”

“Marriage, children?”

“Perhaps,” She answered first before smiling. “Yes. Why?”

“Nothing, curious, you were so good with Christopher.” Sophie smiled. “So, the question?”

“How do you prepare for it. I mean, meeting all these people he works with. I know you have your own name, but Theatre and Opera Director sounds so much fancier than me, I mean…”

Sophie put her hand up. “I am going to stop you there.” She declared. “Tom doesn’t care for that, you are enough as you are, you are everything he wants as you are. You were enough when you were a paramedic, something that actually matters. If films stop happening in the morning, if they are banned, who, out of the two of you, hell, the four of us, has an actual profession? You saved how many lives, that is amazing.” Danielle simply dismissed it. “Honestly, you will hold your own, if those people think less of you for your job, then they are just petty pricks, a film cannot go ahead without someone making sure the damn thing is safe, you are the reason we will no doubt have more dragons and battles soon.” There was an expectant grin on her face.

“I am not telling you anything,” Danielle stated. “I had an NDA the size of a small country rammed down my throat, besides, I am more into the books, though I got them signed by Martin, that was pretty cool, he was there one day.”

“Wow, that is something.”

“I may have fangirled slightly.”

“Doesn’t everyone when they meet a particular person?” Sophie smiled. “I needed this.”

“You know where I am.” Danielle smiled. “I am off now until February.”

“I thought you had another job coming up?”

“My hand means no job, I was going to apply for another one but I decided to further myself before starting the next job at the end of February.”

“Anyone that belittles you does it because they are envious of your hard work, your fortitude and strong nature. Be yourself, Danielle, don’t let them beat you down, and remember, Tom wanted a strong fiery woman, show them why you are that woman.” She grinned.

“I will.”

“No better woman for the job.”

Danielle smiled to herself as she walked through Camden back to the Tube station. She thought about the shoes she had chosen for the dress Tom had chosen and groaned, she knew it was going to pinch and after a couple hours that was going to be a form of torture, passing one of the shops, she paused and looked at the shoes in the window.

“Danni?” Recognising the voice, she turned around to beam happily at the women walking towards her. “I knew it was you.”

“Nacelle,” She smiled, going to hug the other woman. “How are you?”

“Great, how was your Christmas?”

“Wonderful, how about you?”

“Great,” She turned to the woman next to her, “This is Becky, by the way; my fiance.”

“Fi...ah, you asked?”

“Wait, you planned to ask me?” The other woman asked.

“Yes,” Nacelle admitted.

“Wait, you asked Nacelle?”

“Yes, and she jumped out of the chair.” Becky smiled.

“I am so happy for you both, congratulations.” Danielle gave Nacelle another hug before Becky came in for one too.

“So you and Tommy boy better be free on June 22.”

“I can’t promise Tom, but I will make sure I am.”

“Why? Is everything alright with you and Mr Promotions?” Nacelle asked.

“Yes, it’s just that he sort of has to travel a lot for work so it is hard for him to get to a lot of events, and it is not always pre-booked, so I can’t say if he is free yet or not.” She explained. “I swear, he does exist,” she added laughing.

“I’m getting sceptical,” Nacelle joked. “So what has you in London for New Years?”

“Tom, we are going to a party tonight but I had to meet one of the girls for a late lunch, now I am looking in closed shops cursing the shoes I chose for tonight.”

“Pinchy?” Becky guessed.

“And high, he’s six foot one so I thought, you know, try and not look like a dwarf next to him.” both other women erupted in laughter.

“Wait, what time are you going at?”

“Well, I have to get dinner sorted for six if I ever want to get some way cleaned up.”

“And the party is at what?”

“Nine.”

“Where is it?”

“Some place called The Trinity Club.” the other two women stared at her. “What?”

“The Trinity Club, in Mayfair?”

“I think that’s where it is, why?” Her phone went off, causing her to read the text. “Tom’s cooking dinner.”

“Okay then, come on.” Nacelle half dragged her down the street.

“What, what are you doing?”

“You cannot go to a party at the Fucking Trinity Club looking like a hobo.”

“I don’t look like a hobo.” Danielle looked herself up and down.

“No, but there, if you are not perfect, you will be classed one, that is one of the best spots in London, how the hell did you get dragged into that?”

“It’s to do with Tom’s ‘sort of’ boss.”

“Seriously, is he in charge of Disney or something, because that is seriously cool,” Becky asked as they walked to a small building, before taking out her keys and opening the door.

“Sadly not, if he was, I would live there.” She smiled before looking at the open door.

“Relax, we are not going to steal you, I am going to do your makeup.”

“Nach,” Danielle shook her head. “No, it’s your holidays.”

“Girl, if you are going to the Trinity Club, you are going to be my business card, because these people can pay serious money for makeup.” Nacelle explained.

She was going to argue but seeing as it made sense, she conceded, after all, Nacelle was the best she knew, anything that made her look better for the party was a plus in her opinion. She sat in the chair and did as ordered.

“So, where are you staying?” Nacelle asked as she started the contouring after getting Danielle to wash her face.

“I...I moved in with Tom over Christmas.” the makeup artist stopped working and stared at her, “It was one of my gifts, a key to his place.”

“Didn’t I say you would be giving him the promotion?” Nacelle laughed. “You two will be married, wait and see, and have gorgeous little sassy babies with mummy’s sassy attitude.”

“Or Tom’s gentle nature.”

“He’s quiet?”

“Can be, he has two personas, the introvert at home and the extrovert for work.”

“I see it all the time with actors.” Nacelle agreed. “What colour is this dress by the way?”

“Midnight Blue, silver court-type shoes,” Danielle explained.

“That’ll suit your complexion and dark hair.” Nacelle nodded. “What are you going to do with your hair?”

“Let it down, maybe straighten it,” Danielle stated plainly, but Nacelle stared at her. “What?”

“Becky, love, get your straighteners.” She called to her fiance, who had gone to the bedroom to get changed. “Put it to two hundred.”

“I’ll just straighten it when I get home.” Danielle dismissed.

“Straighten? Danni straight doesn’t work with what I am doing to you. Is the dress sexy?”

“I guess.”

“Okay, sate my curiosity, will you have to attend the likes of this again in the future, business get-togethers and whatnot?”

“Yes.”

“Well, in that case, Becky and I are bringing you shopping next week to sort your wardrobe issues, you clearly need some help, because you are out of your depth.” Nacelle commented.

“I am not.”

“Danni, you have no idea if what you are wearing is sexy, no offence pet, but you are clearly not a girlie girl, and that is fine, not every woman is, but it means for the poshies, you need help.” Danielle bit her lip in embarrassment. “I am not trying to hurt your feelings Danni did your mum…?”

“My mam was sixty when I was a teenager. I was a surprise, so…”

“She was not much help.” Nacelle finished. “Well, that’s where it’s our duty as women to help you through girliness.” Danielle smiled slightly. “Becky.”

“Got it.” Becky came over, changed into her sweatpants and hoodie, smiling as her fiance worked on Danielle’s makeup.

“I thought you were a solicitor?” Danielle frowned, watching the ease that Becky had giving her ghd curls.

“I am, but I also know how to look good.” Becky laughed. “I’ve been on enough sets with Nach, she is close to hair people, they thought me a few tricks.”

“You should go into the caravan more often, they will give you a few tips.”

“Not everyone is as friendly as you,” Danielle commented.

“True,” Nacelle conceded, “Close your eyes.” Danielle obeyed. “But most want to show off how good they are.”

“Your home is so you, by the way,” Danielle commented as the other women worked.

“Aw, thank you.” Nacelle smiled proudly. “Yes, it suits us and Nero.”

“Nero?”

“Our cat,” Becky stated. “He’s asleep on the bed inside and rules the house.”

“They usually do.” Danielle smiled.

“Right, so how far do you have to go after this?”

“Just two stops on the Tube.”

“North or South?” Nacelle eyed her carefully.

“North.”

“Where are you living?”

“Belsize.” Danielle knew what was coming next.

“The Trinity Club, Belsize, Danni, you are living large.”

“Not me, Tom.”

“He asked you to move in with him, didn’t he, so you are part of that society now,” She teased.

Danielle stuck her tongue out. Nacelle never cared who was related to who, associated with who or how much they were worth, she was wealthy enough in her own right, she was highly coveted in her field, and Becky was hard working also, so she had liked Nacelle, and knew that she could actually tell her who exactly Tom was and know the other woman would not care for who he was, but that he cared for her. When she and Becky had finished, they showed Danielle what they had done, “Oh my, God. I don’t look like me.” She stared at her reflection. “Nacelle, you are insanely brilliant.”

“I know, I know.” Nacelle fanned herself.

“What time is it?”

“Ten to six,” Becky answered, looking at her watch.

“Shit, I really need to get home, and get basil.”

“Okay, look.” Nacelle went to the kitchen and grabbed a plant. “There’s the basil and we’ll drive you.”

“You don’t…”

“Girl, I have spent the last forty minutes doing you up, hair and all, so you better believe I am not letting you out of my home to get blustered up on a train,” Nacelle argued.

“I can’t believe you are giving me a plant.”

“Shut up and let me scope out your man’s house,” Nacelle ordered, shooing her to the door.

“Thank you, Nach.”

“June 22nd, don’t pretend I didn’t tell you.” She smiled.

“Oh, that’s a given.” Danielle winked.

It did not take long to get to Tom’s house and Danielle could sense the women looking at the structure from outside the tall gates. “Danni?”

“Yes?”

“He’s not a crime guy, is he?”

Danielle laughed, “He is not in crime, he is just good at what he does and wanted a nice house.”

“Well in that case, if we ever have a dinner date, we are so coming here.”

“How about when you are finished your next big job?”

“Deal, I’ll hold you to it, Danni.”

“Good, you have my number, thank you for everything Nach.” She smiled having gotten out of the car and looking in the window at Nacelle in the passenger seat.

“Anytime, I…” Nacelle ceased talking as the gate was half opened and Tom came out smiling at Danielle. “Wait your Tom is Tom Hiddleston?”

“He is,” Danielle stated nervously.

“Why did you say he was in promotions?” Nacelle seemed half hurt.

“Because he is, sort of. I didn’t want to say he was an actor on set, everyone gets nosy.”

“She’s got a point.” Becky conceded.

Tom was still looking at the car. “He is so confused.” Danielle giggled.

Nacelle opened her door and got out. “Hello, I’m Nacelle.” She stated confidently as she walked over to the actor, her hand extended.

“Nacelle, the makeup artist?” Tom smiled back.

“You told him about me?” Nacelle smiled to Danielle.

“Of course.” She smiled back walking over to Tom who looked at her in awe. “Nacelle found me in the street and demanded to attack me with makeup.”

“You look very beautiful,” Tom smiled honestly. “Nacelle, thank you for everything, she is, of course, beautiful regardless, but you know how Elle is with these things, she is so knowledgeable about the world of information, but her weakness is makeup.”

“She tries, but bless her, she is not good with these things, she had to have one fault.”

Danielle rolled her eyes but nodded in acknowledgement. “I was saying that Nacelle and her fiance should come for dinner sometime.”

“Definitely, whenever suits,” Tom smiled, “Would you like to come in for a cup of tea?”

“We better not tonight, you two have places to be. With regards dinner, I am busy with work for a bit, as I guess you guys are, so let me know when you are around and I will let you know when Becky and I are free and we can arrange something.” Nacelle grinned. “Remember, shopping next week.”

“Oh Jesus, I thought you were messing.”

“I'm as serious as a heart attack, I am sexing you up, especially when it involves this man and his industry, I got you covered.”

“As long as I remain covered,” Danielle demanded.

“With your breasts…”

“Becky, get her home, now,” Danielle ordered as Becky, Tom and Nacelle laughed. “I am going in, it is about to start raining and I will puff like a poodle.”

“Go, show my masterpiece to the aristocracy.” Nacelle smiled giving her a hug. “You did good Danni.”

“I beg to differ, I think it was I that struck luck.” Tom smiled looking at her before looking to the plant Becky was passing out to them, smiling from the driver’s seat. “Is that…?”

“You said we needed basil.” Danielle shrugged earning a confused laugh from Tom as he took it.

“We do, we better get inside and start eating, ladies, thank you so kindly for all your beautiful work and for getting Elle home safely; I cannot wait to see you both again so that I can get to know you better.”

“Likewise Mr Hiddleston,” Nacelle smiled. “So long as you don’t mind us stealing her for a day’s shopping?”

“Not at all, I am sure as much as she will grouse about the shopping, Elle will love it.”

“You know, Elle suits you better than Danni,” Becky commented from the car.

“That’s his fault.” Danielle pointed to Tom.

“It suits, guess you’re Elle now.” Nacelle laughed getting into the car, “Enjoy the prosecco and caviar.”

Tom and Danielle waved as the car left. “You came out?”

“Well when you text to say you had a slight change of plan I was concerned, curious and excited.”Tom explained, “When you said you bumped into another friend, I wanted to say hello.”

“What if they couldn’t be trusted?”

“You told me about Nacelle before, so when you texted you were with her, I was going on what you said, and you were right, she is completely unfazed.”

“A unique situation.”

“Very much so, come on, dinner is on the table and then we need to get dressed.” He placed his hand gently at the base of Danielle’s back as they headed back inside.

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MY TAKE: 1,300 WORDS ON JAY ELECTRONICA’s ‘A WRITTEN TESTIMONY’

After 11 years of anticipation, Jay Electronica finally released an official study album, A Written Testimony featuring Jay-Z who was playing the role Ghostface Killah did for Raekwon on Only Built 4 Cuban Linx.

Jay-Z was the co-star; the Scottie Pippen to Michael Jordan; the one who complimented the headliner, assisting him in a win, and this album most certainly was a win.

Now I make the point of listing Jay-Z as a co-pilot in this audio journey because many in the Internet realm want to say Jay-Z "lyrically murdered" Electronica on his own shit. Ironically, something Nas claimed happened to Jay Z on the Renegade song years ago.

That didn't happen. Jay-Z did what he was supposed to do, he collaborated with an emcee who captured his ear and mind back in 2010.

This was not Watch The Throne, Part II. To say such a thing is to disrespect what Jay-Z and Kanye West created in 2011. A Written Testimony was the overdue, formal introduction to the rap world Hip-hop's resident Willy Wonka - Jay Elect - the man who creates endless wonders while staying aloof. Jay Electronica is a real-life James Bond, a man who shook the Hip Hop world when he released the game-changing "Exhibit C", dated and fathered a child with Erykah Badu, sparked a bidding war between Puff Daddy and Sean Carter based on the strength of a couple singles, the man who disappeared for years, and was romantically linked to an heiress from the Rothschild family.

YEAH, this man is a legend.

But those exploits coupled with several loose singles and two mixtapes were not enough to satisfy the appetite of hungry Hip Hop listeners, eager to devour the sounds of a man from New Orleans, Louisiana who is, lyrically, more like Rakim Allah than Soulja Slim ... and still, Jay Elect pay homage to his NO influences throughout the album (see "Ghost of Soulja Slim", in particular). How can a Southern emcee come on the scene without having a stereotypical sound of a New Orleans rapper? He doesn't sound like Master P nor does he follow the path of Lil Wayne. No. Jay Elect made his trail unique; distancing himself from the pack.

After 10 years of waiting, Jay Electronica announced his album WOULD be released in Match 2020. Now a lot has changed since 2010 when the original album was meant to come, and during that time tastes change and even the most loyal fans lost faith that it would happen.

Was this real? Was Jay Electronica gonna drop or was this another instance where an artist over-promised and under-delivered?

Finally, Friday the 13th, March 2020 A Written Testimony was released and the internet was flooded with the full gamut of emotions ranging from exhilaration to disappointed (can't please the internet critics or Joe Budden) to a renewed faith in the man of legendary reputation.

Yes, people were pleased to hear that Jay-Z is still one of the best in the game, today, but for me, I was delighted to hear Jay Electronica slay the sound-waves. This 10 track album not only reinforced my appreciation for Jay Electronica; it made me want to study his lyrics; dissect these testaments to its very root.

The introductions to (1) The Overwhelming Event and (2) Ghost oF Soulja Slim featuring sound bytes of Louis Farrakhan speaking to the masses about the Black people in America being real children of Israel; the recipients of God's promise to bless the descendants of Abraham caused dissent from Hip Hop critics and listeners alike who felt the Nation of Islam leader's alleged anti-Semitic comments have no place in a rap album. Those people forget that Jay Electronica is a member of the Nation of Islam.

WRITER'S NOTE: All of those critics are silent when rappers say of Nigga or calling Black women "bitch" and "ho". Where are they during those moments of controversy? Hmmm. This is a conversation for another time.

Controversy aside, the lyrical wordplay on display should have silenced any nonbeliever.

(2) Ghost of Souljah Slim starts off the album right with both men trading verses, and more importantly Electronica showing that he can hold his own with Sean Carter.

(3)The Blinding has Jay Electronica talking about the hesitancy to release his music to an audience that will undoubtedly pick apart his work rather than enjoy it for what it is. (4) Neverending Story is where Jay Elect laces an Alchemist beat with the tale of his come-up from humble beginnings and hostile surrounding to still being chosen by God; bestowed with divine greatness.

(5) Shiny Suit Theory showcases Elect rhymes over a self-produced song proclaiming his forthcoming rise in the world of rap.

(6) Universal Soldier has both men share tales of their rise from hardship and criminal lifestyle to gaining knowledge of self and ultimately overcoming the hurdles placed before them

(7) Flux Capacitor has Jay Elect speaking on a preordained calling upon him to bring superior lyricism and teachings to the world while representing New Orleans.

(8) Fruits Of The Spirits is a song detailing the long wait for this debut album, Electronica lets the listener know that it was all part of his master plan for just like Thanos (from the Marvel Comics), he can defeat any competition with the snap of his fingers.

(9) Ezekiel's Wheel ties into the Biblical story of Ezekiel, the warrior who was placed by God to be the prophet over Israel, Jay Electronica declares himself to be a prophet to the children of Israel, whom Farrakhan, in the album intro stated were the Black people in America.

(10) A.P.I.D.T.A. (All Praise Is Due To Allah) is my personal favourite is a song dealing with the loss of loved ones. According to reports, this song was written on the same night Kobe Bryant and his daughter Gianna Bryant died in a tragic helicopter crash in February 2020. Wow.

On this sombre track, Jay Electronica offers lamentations over the loss of his beloved Mother, speaking of how her departure from this physical form has cut him to his soul, rendering his spirit wounded.

Eyes fiery, cry tears to my diary Sometimes a Xanny bar can't help you fight back the anxiety I go to my Lord quietly, teardrops on our faces Teardrops on my face, it's like teardrops become waterfalls by the time they reach my laces My eyelids is like levees but my tear ducts is like glaciers As I contemplate creation, the salt that heals my wounds pour out my eyes just like libations I can't stop my mind from racing, I got numbers on my phone Pictures on my phone The day my mama died, I scrolled her texts all day long The physical returns but the connection still stay strong

Jay Elect later rhymes,

Sleep well The last time that I kissed you, you felt cold but you looked peaceful I read our message thread when I get low and need a refill

All controversy and delay aside, Jay Electronica delivered a debut album that rivals that of your favourite MCs. FUCK Joe Budden and anybody who disagrees. I'm still waiting on Joe to release one record as meaningful as Elect's worst. Anyway, I digress.

In an era where the word Classic has lost its meaning thanks to the overuse of fans and critics alike, I won't give it that distinction, at this time. I do, however, feel this album will go down as one of the more significant releases of the last 10 years. This is evidence of substance over style. No commercials tracks. No filler. Just two talented men delivering lyrical food to a hungry audience in need of manna from heaven rather than the pursuit of bread ($$$).

And man cannot live on bread alone. Peace God. Holler at me

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(First film. Introduction to the dormitories and the first heist attempt)

Doug: So you got your basic amenities. En-suite. Walk in wardrobe. Entertainment system. On the coffee table are your new phones. Tomorrow you have a free period before your um

Jay: remedial goodness lesson.

Doug: yes. Sorry.

Mal: eh not your fault.

Doug (squeaky voiced with emotion): that’s the first time someone’s said that to me

Evie: yeah ok. Bye bye.

Doug: wait wait wait. Before your lessons tomorrow go to the IT department they’ll set you up to the schools database. Internet apps the cloud. Oh. And though it may be really tempting you might wanna stay off social media for a while. People tend to be cruel

Carlos: eh it’s nothing we can’t handle. We’ve dealt with cruelty before

Doug: pissed off heroes are a whole different breed to

Mal: the villains that raised us?

Doug: uh yeah. So anyway. On a school day you need to be inside you rooms by nine and asleep by twelve preferably

Jay: I can deal with that

Doug: PM not AM

Jay: ah

Doug: on the weekend you can stay up as long as you want provided you are rooms

(Evie shrieks)

Mal (sighing heavily): what now

Evie: these drapes are just darling

Mal: nobody cares but you

Evie: just because you have no taste magenta

(Mal’s eyes start glowing. Jay rushes to intervene. Carlos spins Doug around so he isn’t watching)

Carlos: So The IT department. Do they have a club?

Doug: yeah they meet every Saturday at noon. A buffet lunch is provided.

Carlos: who do I have to sell my soul to so I can join.

Doug: I don’t take souls or firstborns. Just show up and sign the sheet. Oh that reminds me. The other weekend electives are chess club, which I also run and hold immediately after IT club, sports, cookery and library assistance

Carlos: chess club? (Whispering to himself) I love this place

Mal: dibs on the library

Doug: wow. Nobody ever chooses the library. Usually we have to strong arm them into it

Mal: well I like books

Doug (already liking the four): alright then. Remember. Ben and I can help with anything you need. Room service is speed dial 8 on your dormitory phones. Your senior advisor for this term is Abigail Sweet the daughter of the schools doctor Joshua Sweet. Jay Carlos. If you would come with me I’ll show you your room

Carlos (practically giddy): I get to room with Jay?

Doug: yep

(Carlos lets out a happy cackle)

(Later that night. In the guys room)

Evie: ha ha we have a bath you don’t

Mal: they can use ours if they want

Evie: I hate you.

Mal: I’m sorry is that supposed to affect me?

Jay: anyway. I couldn’t get any information out of Doug.

Carlos (playing a video game): yeah. Sorry. My bad. I just really like chess and computers.

Mal: you never need to apologise

Evie: of course. The prodigal son.

Carlos: yeah yeah. I’m perfect you’re inconsequential. Get over it. Anyway Mal. What do we do first

Mal: book?

Jay: are you asking or telling

Mal: telling?

Jay: C could you get the mirror and the book. They’re on the bed that’s already reeking of Evie’s ambergris

Evie: it’s perfume

Jay: what do you think perfume is made of

Mal: eau du monstro

(She and jay high five)

Evie: yeah yeah I smell like whale carcass. Can we move on please?

Jay: sure

Mal: first we should uh. Locate the wand. I guess

Jay: mirror time

Evie: I know I know. Magic mirror/in my hand/where do we find the fairy godmother’s wand stand?

Mal: the...moozum? What’s a moozum?

Carlos: museum Mal.

Mal: ohhhh. Thank you Carlos

Jay: let’s go

(He takes them there in a puff of gold smoke)

(At the museum)

Carlos: oh crap there’s a guard

Jay: oh you’re kidding me

Evie: what?

Jay: I think this might be Mal’s area of expertise. Take a look

(Near the guard is a spindle and spinning wheel)

Mal: ah fuck. Ok let’s see now.

Jay: Mal, I believe it’s your turn

Mal: let’s see let’s see let’s see. Ah here it is. Destroy thine enemy/bring unto them pain/cancel out their heart/to ensure thy reign

(The guard gives a few sputtering breaths. Then nothing)

Evie: way to crap out magenta

Mal: you know what. I think I could swap your brain for his. Or replace it with a grain of sand. Cause that would help so much more than your unneeded comments

Jay: in other words. Shut up Evie. And let Mal do her thing. Any other ideas.

Mal (leafing through the book): not yet. Hmmmmm. Oh! Here it is. Prick the finger/prick it deep/send my enemy off to sleep

(The guard goes to touch the spindle. But hesitates)

Mal (voice quiet but powerful and reverberating through the guards head): touch the spindle. Touch it I say!

(The guards asleep)

Evie: you do sound so much like your mother mag

(Mal, unimpressed, plucks a strand of hair from Evie’s head)

Evie: owuh! What the fuck was that fit?

Mal: grey hair sis. See. Although now two will grow in its place. Like the hydra

Evie (tailing behind the others): at least the hydra had the good sense to be buried under a rock slide

(Once inside)

Carlos: So I’ve dismantled the cameras. And we know where it is. But we don’t know where it is

Mal: good boy. And nope. No we don’t

Jay: hold on

(He closes his eyes and takes and deep breath. He glows gold a second. Then stops)

Jay: down the hall. C’mon

(Halfway through the museum Carlos stops)

Jay: you ok bud

(Carlos starts hyperventilating)

Mal (rushing to him): hey. Hey hey hey hey. Hey. It’s ok what’s wrong

Evie: they’re here. Why are they here. Ooh I’m sorry I ate dinner mother

Mal: what is it-oh fuck

(They’re looking at statues of their parents. Jafar in genie form. Grimhilde as queen. Cruella after the car chase. And Maleficent, green skinned and smoke enveloping her)

Jay: what the. What the FUCK are they doing here

Mal: they’re statues. Wax. I think.

Evie (hissing): that doesn’t make it better!

Mal: hey jay. Could you take Carlos outta here please. I kinda need to be alone for a minute

Jay: sure. C’mon buddy

(He carries Carlos away)

Evie: what do you need a minute for? Oh I think I’m gonna throw up.

Mal (not really paying attention): there’s a bathroom. Up the hall and to the right

(Evie runs off. Mal eyes glow and she starts breathing heavily as emerald green flames lick at her feet then she screams and the flames explode and surround her. Then they stop and she collapses on her hands and knees)

Mal: why are you still looking over my shoulder? You know I won’t fail. So I do not need you looking over my shoulder from HUNDREDS OF MILES AWAY!!!!

(She weeps. Then pulls herself together forgetting that no one can see her. She stalks over to the inscription)

Mal: what the hell?

(This is how “when you’re evil” starts. After the song. Mal is passed out on the flagstone floor. Carlos and jay and kneeling over her. Carlos is worriedly shaking her trying desperately to wake her up)

Carlos (nearing tears): M. M please. Please wake up. Please. I need you to wake up. Jay. Try it again. Please try again

(Jay uses magic to summon water from a nearby drinking fountain and splashes Mal’s face. It doesn’t work. Carlos breaks down in sobs and clings to Jay. This makes Mal wake up)

Mal: what happened? How long was I out for?

(Carlos, still crying, throws his arms around Mal who returns the hug)

Mal: hey, hey buddy it’s ok. I’m ok. Look at me. I’m fine

Carlos (tears streaming down his face): I can’t be alone. I don’t want to be alone

Mal: you’d still have jay. And Evie.

Carlos: it’s not the same

Evie: hey guys I think I found it. Oh god what happened?

Jay: Mal was out cold. We couldn’t wake her

Evie (now cottoning onto the reason why Carlos is crying): oh. But she’s ok now.

Mal: yeah. I am. I must’ve passed out when I burned the room. So why doesn’t it look burnt?

Jay: I fixed it. Covering our tracks.

Mal: take us to the wand then

(Evie teleports them to the stand)

Mal: Carlos. It’s ok if you don’t want to.

Carlos: no. No. I’m fine. I can do it. Umm. Force field. I think. Not exactly weapons grade cause, you know, what is, but I think someone with like low level magic can get through

(They all look at Evie)

Evie: I hate you all

Mal: same. Now go

(Evie heaves a heavy sigh. She passes under the railing. Her hand gets through the force field. Next thing they know she’s thrown backwards and hitting the opposites wall. Then alarm starts)

Mal: great job indigo

Evie: next time YOU CAN DO IT THEN

Carlos (hands over his ears): how about we get out of her then Mal can murder Evie in peace!

Jay: agreed. Come on.

(The run back to the entrance. Carlos shuts off the alarm. Mal puts the guard back to sleep. Jay poofs them back to the boys room)

Evie: that was

Mal: a fucking festival of mediocrity

Carlos: I’m sorry

Mal: you have nothing to feel sorry for. Or you jay. Evie and I on the other hand

Evie: of course it’s somehow my fault

Jay: blaming each other won’t accomplish anything. But come ON Evie. Seriuosly?

Evie: you would’ve done THE SAME THING!

Jay: ya got a point

Carlos: so what do we do now.

Mal: sleep. Then. I guess we go to school.

(Evie groans loudly. Jay winces. Carlos’s face lights up)

(Elsewhere)

Ben: so how did it go

Doug: Carlos signed up for chess and IT club.

Ben: I’ve been meaning to ask. Your technologically illiterate. So

Doug: I gotta learn don’t I

Ben: fair do’s.

Doug: Mal wants to do the library work

Ben (big nervous smile on his face): so they’re settling in well. How do the like their rooms?

Doug: Evie likes the drapes. When I left Carlos was clearing out the mini fridge. And jay is a bit miffed that he has no bath

Ben: good, good and we can fix that

Doug: you know this might actually work. Strangely they seem to like me.

Ben: who wouldn’t like you? You’re amazing

Doug: well. Mal Jay and Carlos like me. I think. Evie looks straight through me.

Ben: you’re a good guy. Give her time. She’ll see

Doug: and that right there is why I’m not letting you say that ever

Ben: why.

Doug: Chad is a “good guy”. The Fanon interpretation of Captain James T Kirk of the starship Enterprise is a “good guy”. Gaston was a “good guy”. If you tell Evie that I’m a “good guy” that’s basically saying I’ll ankle chain her to the stove in shorthand

Ben: huh?

Doug: you don’t watch many romcoms do you?

Ben: only Gilmore Girls

Doug: ...Fanon interpretation of Dean Forester

Ben: OH MY GOD!!!! Oh I’m so sorry

Doug: don’t worry about it. The important thing is they feel welcome.

Ben: yes. We did good today

Doug: yes.

Ben: well. Good night. Unless of course

Doug: captain marvel or infinity war?

Ben: infinity war please

Doug: get it set up I’ll fetch snacks

Ben: yay

(In Belle and Adam’s bedroom)

Adam: I don’t like it. At all.

Belle: well it’s not up to you.

Adam: it should be. If I had my way I’d have raised taxes

Belle: knowing our son he’d tax the rich

(Adam shudders)

Belle: it’s not actually a bad idea. Least I remind you we are French after all

Adam: what’s your point?

Belle: Ben is doing what he believes is right. And I for one will not fault him for that

Adam: oh don’t you worry. Leave the fault finding to me

Belle: you are rather adept at that if nothing else. Get to your bed. I’m going for a walk

(She goes to Ben’s. She peeps into the door way to find Ben on a beanbag stonefaced)

Belle: what’s wrong?

Doug: Loki just copped it

Belle: oh. Um.

Ben: it was sad the first time. But after 18 viewings it’s a tad underwhelming

Belle: ah. How did it go this afternoon?

Ben (brightening up): it went really well.

Belle: that’s good. But don’t stretch yourself too thin ok

Ben: ok mom. Hey. Can I have a tattoo?

Belle: nope

Ben: aww worth a shot. Doug has one

Doug: it’s a birthmark. And it’s on a pick axe that I’ll inherit from my father. Not on me

Belle and Ben: I stand corrected then

Belle: boys when the movie is finished you are to go straight to bed and Doug is to go to his room. Ok

(The boys mumble in agreement)

Belle: good night

Boys: night

(Back on the island)

Grimhilde: oooh close but no cigar

Maleficent: do shut up

Jafar: what the hell did she do?

Maleficent: collapsed. Like a child having a fit

Grimhilde: then the Apple truly does not fall far

Jafar: this is true. You did have a fit

Grimhilde: may have been rage but a fit nonetheless

Maleficent: would you both like to spontaneously combust

(They stay silent)

Maleficent: good. It took sixteen years for my plan to come to fruition. And I can wait again.

Jafar: and what exactly are you planning on doing to them should they succeed?

Maleficent: separate them for good. My daughter becomes the puppet. Your son in a lamp bound to serve you. The girl married off to Westerguard. And the boy chained in his mothers abode.

Grimhilde: I adore those odds.

Jafar: and their magic?

Maleficent: expunged from their being

(Back in the boys room)

Jay: so how’d you wanna do this?

Carlos: I still don’t know why there are two beds. If I’m your roomie shouldn’t there only be one

Jay: as always you are correct C. And I have an idea

Carlos: I’m listening...

Jay: we put our stuff on the bed next to the window. We can unpack after class. And we share the bed next to the walk in wardrobe oof

(Carlos tackles him in a bear hug)

Carlos: nothing changes?

Jay: nothing changes bud

(Meanwhile in the girls room they’re fighting over who gets the bed next to the window. Evie wins by putting her makeup bag down. Mal get her revenge by getting the toilet brush and whacking it on the pillow)

Evie: that was just uncalled for

Mal: smells better then your face junk

Evie: you’re a real class act you know that right?

Mal: yes. Oh by the way. Bags-eye the bathroom from now until we leave

Evie: SHIT!

(Mal cackles)

#disney descendants #zendaya!mal

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christophe-delorne · 4 years

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Good Dog: Chapter 15

Pairings: Gregory x Christophe (Kyle?)

Warnings: None.

Notes: Wow, another chapter so soon? You lucky little dirtbags. Or my internet was out and I needed something to occupy my thoughts. Anyways! I'm taking asks on my admin blog. So if your curious about the writing process, me, headcanons, or the future of this story, hmu.

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"No, Mole, hang on."

A voice haunted his memory, causing him to stir, wanting to turn away from it. Why would he bother hanging on, what was the point of carrying on when all his life he'd only been used as a tool. God had fucked him over so many times that he'd lost count over the years, he's only purpose had been to serve others, did he even have a goal beyond being ordered around, of being hurt, of dying for some war he had no stake in. War. He remembered it as clear as if it happened only yesterday, how could he not? One tends to remember their own death.

"We'll get you home."

Home? What a fanciful notion, a delusion people lived to find some sort of comfort. Homes could be destroyed, ruined, burned to ash within moments. Christophe's life was already crumbling around him, to have some physical evidence of that was something he didn't want to bother with. It made him remember what he used to call home as a child. A quaint little house on the edge of South Park, close to Gregory's family estate. It wasn't much but Christophe remembered every little detail about it, it was branded in his mind like some sort of fantasy that didn't seem real.

"Christophe, you failed your math test again. Are you even trying?" His mother's voice echoed in his mind, he looked up from the table, seeing his mother but her face was blurred out, scratched from his memory.

"I'm sorry, mother." He said pleasantly even though he was seething on the inside, he'd known all the answers on the test, but what was the point of getting them correct? Not like his mother would reward him and Christophe didn't particularly like getting judged by this woman.

"Its fine, dear, we will just have to study harder. For now, no dessert tonight." His mother scolded gently, as if she honestly meant it. Christophe was aware of it being all a farce, he'd been aware of his mother's act for a couple of years now. If he had a choice, he'd run off, but he couldn't, he was only eight years old and already basically sold off to servitude to Gregory. Christophe got out of his chair, planning on going up to his room to stew in silence when the door rang. It was rare someone came to their house, no one outside of Gregory's family really knew about them.

Christophe didn't care and his mother was already on her way to answer, her tone was grating with how charming and polite she was to whoever was at the door. He wanted to escape, to get away from it all. He was drowning out his mother's grating voice until she called out his name, it appeared someone had come for him. That was a surprise, Gregory never came over to his house, usually summoning the Frenchboy over to his place instead. Scowling, Christophe made his way towards the door, where three boys stood at his stoop. Everything in him screamed to shut the door, knowing how this ended, but one couldn't change the past.

The scene began to melt, like wax, dribbling down to reveal darkness underneath the colorful layer. A reality of it all, the emptiness of it was far too familiar and yet Christophe wanted to turn away from it. He didn't want to relive this nightmare, this reality that had been in his past. It haunted him enough during his waking hours, but it appeared that it wouldn't let him rest in peace even in his last moments. The coldness washed over him, reminding him of before, of how it felt like he'd never recall what it was like to be warm. He wished it would just go numb, but the chill crept into his very bones, making it difficult to move.

Then warmth, a small amount pressing on top of his hand, fingers smooth but unfamiliar. Not smooth enough to be Gregory's, it was as if the touch alone was summoning him through curiosity, drawing him away from the bitter coldness of death. Annoyed that someone was calling him back from the brink, needing him, always needing him for their own personal gain. He was a fucking idiot for being drawn to it, out of habit, like a dog crawling to his master even in his last breath was fading from his lungs. Ever loyal, ever determined, even if it meant dying at his master's feet, to be buried and replaced.

"Every time you come into my life, it always ends up like this?" A quiet voice reached him, causing him to crack his eyes open. Not a pleasant or smooth as Gregory's, stern but there was a hint of concern in his voice. A face, pale skin, even with Christophe's unfocused vision, he could see the tangled mess of red hair. Kyle. Hard to forget him, not when his face was the last one Christophe had seen before he'd died as a child. The only one to have offered him some form of comfort in his last moments, even though the only reason those kids had needed him alive was to help get them out safe and alive. Showing compassion to an expendable tool, it was odd.

Christophe didn't respond, he was exhausted, too tired to bother thinking about why Kyle was there. If he really was there and not just some figment of Christophe's imagination, it was difficult to tell what was reality and what was something conjured up by Christophe's fading mind. Instead, he let himself drift off again, he didn't want to think anymore, didn't want to be haunted by faces of his past. However, God never took what Christophe wanted into consideration, he was always punishing Christophe's existence, as if he was some sort of personal stress toy for the asshole.

"I'm glad you came on such short notice." Another voice drifted into his conscious some time later, he didn't need to open his eyes to know it was Gregory. They'd been bound at birth, as romantic as that would seem to the outside viewer, it wasn't that simple. This wasn't some Hallmark movie housewives jerked off to when their husbands weren't satisfying enough. But Christophe could understand the need for that illusion to cover up their shitty relationship, it just wan't in Christophe to delude himself in such a way.

"Of course, its the least I could do for him... As some form of apology for... what happened." Kyle's voice seemed to hesitate, stressed by bringing up the topic. It made Christophe wonder how Kyle had fared after Christophe's death. He assumed the red-head had moved on with his life, forgetting about the French mercenary like everyone else had. However, maybe that wasn't the case.

"Christophe mentioned you were there." Gregory's voice seemed tense, as if he didn't want to carry on with this conversation, but he had to, for some reason Christophe couldn't fathom.

"I was. There wasn't anything I could have done for him at the time." Kyle hesitated again. "I don't like feeling helpless. Its one of the reasons I became a doctor." He admitted, though much to Christophe's annoyance. This conversation was far too awkward, even for him and he was barely conscious. Two people who wanted to avoid any sort of actual emotion holding a conversation about emotions? What a joke.

"We were just kids." Gregory admitted, though it didn't seem like he accepted the excuse himself. Guilty though for having sent Christophe off without proper backup, for trusting Kyle, Stan, and Cartman. Christophe had trusted Gregory's judgement and had paid the price for it.

"Yes, well." Kyle sighed out heavily, bracing himself. "I'm sorry, I don't think any of us actually properly apologized to you. If I had known Christophe was still alive..."

"It was better no one had known, in our line of work, knowing could put you in the line of danger. Especially with the trouble you and your friends get into." Gregory's tone seemed sour for a moment, before letting out a stressed exhale. "My apologies, it is unlike me to get this worked up."

"I understand, but we're in this trouble together now and I'll help out any way I can. I'm not as ill-prepared as last time." Kyle stated firmly, making Christophe remember that hint of a feiry temper from their childhood. He'd only gained a brief glimpse of it, but it had been something Christophe had admired. Left uncontrolled though and it could be dangerous.

"I can see that now, thank you for patching Christophe back up. I couldn't take him to the hospital, I'm certain you're aware as to why." Gregory seemed to be pacing, from the sound of his brisk footsteps, sometimes they lingered closer to Christophe's bed, wanting to be near but resisting the temptation.

"Yeah, I figured as much. I need to stay here for a couple more days just to make sure he recovers without any sort of infection."

"I can handle that."

"Are you trying to tell a doctor how to do his job, Gregory?" Kyle's voice tightened as if using Gregory's name was an insult.

"No, certainly not, but I'm more than capa-"

"Then you should listen to my orders when it comes to matters like this." Kyle cut in, not willing to listen to Gregory's excuses. It was rare for anyone to really be able to interrupt Gregory without certain annoyance. Christophe wished he had the capability to laugh, because he certainly wanted Gregory to know his amusement. However, he doubted he could even manage a humored smirk, feeling detached from his body, as if he was just floating there, barely tethered to the lead weight of his body.

"If you insist." Gregory backed down, already stressed from what happened no doubt. Logically, it was ideal to have a certified doctor on hand, even though both Gregory and Christophe had a decent amount of experience patching each other up from missions that had gone badly. It had always either been himself, or Gregory, no one else. Christophe didn't tolerate strangers touching him, so doctors were avoided at all costs for Christophe. That and he couldn't have his files pulled up where anyone could trace him or realize he wasn't dead.

"Why don't you rest for a little, you've been up for too long. I'll keep an eye on Christophe in the meantime." Kyle seemed to soften his voice a little now that Gregory had conceded, he still seemed to hold some amount of care towards other. One couldn't take just the care without the temper with Kyle.

"Fine, but if he wakes, you let me know." Gregory warned before footsteps receded out of the room, leaving Christophe with Kyle in the room. Not that Christophe was truly much company as he didn't even bother to open his eyes, they felt like heavy weights anyways.

Once again, warmth covered over his rough and scarred hand, making Christophe aware that Kyle was lightly holding it. It was a strange feeling, he could barely recall anyone holding his hand in such a gentle fashion, as if afraid they'd hurt him. Impossible, really, but the notion was not lost on Christophe. It was strange, but Christophe could remember that this wasn't actually the first time his hand had been held as this moment recreated itself. He was dying in the dirt, but then arms did their best to hold him close. A hand grasping his as if trying in vain to tether him to the mortal plain.

Kyle.

#south park #gregory #christophe #good dog #fanfic #kyle broflovski

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current-mcr-news · 5 years

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Casual Interactions #7: Full Transcription

John: Alright, cool.

Frank: Alright, we're on. So, Bohemian Rhapsody to me, I understand why people liked it. You know what I mean? Like, it felt a bit TV movie.

J: It looked TV movie.

F: It felt like Movie of the Week to me.

Shaun: Well, it also felt like, those movies, there's not really a story there. It's like a biography. It's like, here's the career of this band but there's not really a story per se.

F: Right, well, it felt very dramatized. Like you needed a hero, you needed, you know, all these characters that make a movie or a TV show work.

S: Here's the thing. When he told his band he had AIDS, it didn't fucking matter. Like, no one cared. There was no emotion there, you know what I mean?

F: You mean in the movie?

S: In the movie, right. Like, there was nothing up to that point, I feel like the guy who portrayed Freddie Mercury, had zero emotion. And when it got to that point, it was like, "Okay, you have AIDS. Alright." Like, where it should have been... more-

F: That seems like it would be like a- yeah. Like a fucking bomb being dropped, yeah.

S: Of course! Like, I don't know. I just wasn't a fan. I mean, I am a fan of Freddie Mercury and Queen, but I feel like this movie didn't-

F: But now you're not.

S: But now I hate them. Now I hate them all.

F: Alright, here's what I enjoyed. Was that, and I felt like up until the end, I was kinda like, "Eh, I don't know. This seems a little too hokey to me. This seems a little too like, you know, Lifetime."

J: It really did look like a Lifetime movie, and I think that Bryan Singer makes movies that look like Lifetime movies. That's his move.

F: Yeah?

J: Even the X-Men movies, it looked like it could've been made for Lifetime drama.

F: Yeah, like TLC and My Strange Addiction to mutations. X-Men, yeah.

J: Little on the nose, but yeah, I totally see where you're coming from with that.

F: Well, here's what I liked about it, was the ending. They showed like, basically a whole concert.

S: Live Aid, right.

F: Yeah. Like-

S: Yeah.

F: And I don't feel like you ever get that in a movie, you know what I mean? It's like-

J: Oh, so they Purple Rained it?

F: Yeah, yeah!

S: They did the whole thing!

F: Yeah, like you know, five or six songs of them, you know, miming this performance.

S: If you watch the bonus features on that, they did the entire twenty some odd minute performance, of the whole thing.

F: Oh really?

S: Of their whole set.

F: That's crazy!

S: It's crazy.

F: You know? And I felt like it felt triumphant.

S: It is, but that's not a movie. That's not what you- I want out of a movie.

F: Yeah.

S: It was cool, but-

F: Well I liked that because that's like, my thing, you know what I mean?

S: Because you play music.

F: Right. Yeah.

S: Sometimes I forget that. And I just think, "Oh, it's Frank in a fucking camouflage shirt."

F: But think about this, right?

J: What do you think his day job is, Shaun? Like, what do you think?

S: I don't really think about that.

F: I don't know either, to be honest. But alright, think about this. Like, say you went to the- say Freddie Mercury was a comic author.

S: Right.

F: And the ending of the movie was just him writing these fucking pages.

S: That'd be so fucking boring.

F: But that's like, that normally happens, you know what I mean?

S: No, I get it! I totally get it.

F: You know like, they play a show and the curtain opens, and then the movie ends.

S: Right.

F: They don't go through twenty minutes of them actually performing it.

S: Right.

F: Because it's never- it's like-

J: Well yeah, because the reality of being a recording artist or a touring band is it's a lot of hurry up and wait. There's so much boring shit that happens!

F: Exactly.

S: Yeah.

J: Like, thank god for the internet now, because touring back when Live Aid was happening, they had to be like, "Okay, cool. We have these- Maybe you have a VCR or a Betamax on the tour bus, we're gonna watch some Richard Pryor comedies or something."

F: Yeah, that happens a lot. It's true.

J: So welcome to the Casual Interactions podcast. This is an episode where we're gonna actually answer some of your questions. A little while ago on Twitter, I put out a call for questions, and boy, you didn't let me down. So there are a ton of questions. We're gonna get to them all on this episode, obviously. However, we're gonna answer as many as we can, so thank you for emailing me. And spoilers, it's not Frank you're emailing, it's me! It's Hambone!

S: "Dear Frank."

J: Yeah, it was a lot of "Dear Frank."

F: Oh really? No, you're getting somebody with way better hair.

J: Well thank you.

F: Reading those emails.

J: That's so nice of you to notice. It's funny because a lot of the questions that came were like, "This is for Frank," so if you're not Frank-

F: Oh, specific? Pacifically?

J: "Read it to Frank."

F: Oh! Yeah, it's secret.

S: Read it to Frank.

F: Secret Frank emails.

J: Alright, so first off, we had a gal named Beatrice who-

F: There's no way.

J: No, swear to god, I'm reading it right now.

F: Really?!

J: And it's funny because this came in in October because someone was clever enough. Beatrice, back in October, to go, "Oh wow, what if I just emailed this address for the podcast, if they're actually gonna get it?" Well Beatrice, we got your email.

F: Our first email!

S: That's my mom's middle name.

J: Is it your mom's middle name?

F: No!

S: Yeah.

F: Is that her?

J: Is it?

S: I don't think it's her.

J: Alright.

F: You don't think she emailed us?

S: I don't think she would know how to.

J: Well, if she didn't-

F: Do I sound really far away, by the way?

J: No, you sound good.

F: You sure? Oh, okay.

J: Yeah.

F: I feel like I sound really far away.

S: You don't look that far away.

F: Yeah. I keep trying to dodge the mic because I can't see anyone.

S: I'm gonna go like this.

J: Well, because you're on the couch. The couch is really comfortable.

F: It is really. I feel like I've sunk into the couch and that I'm in this weird K hole and I can- I'm talking but I'm very far away as I sink.

J: Yeah. I'm looking at you like, "What is he doing?"

F: I know, yeah.

J: "He's just waving his arms. He's just become one with the couch."

F: Somebody help me.

J: So Beatrice would like to know, "During life, was it easy to keep in touch and maintain your friendships?"

F: During life!

S: During life!

J: Yeah, I mean, I'm giving you the Reader's Digest version here. She really enjoyed the first episode.

F: Okay.

J: It was very exciting to hear, but she wants to know that, during life, was it hard to keep in touch and maintain your friendships? She finds herself afraid of that happening as she gets older, with people kinda moving and going in their own directions. I'm paraphrasing right now, but yeah. "Hope you're able to read this," Beatrice, we're reading it right now.

F: Is it a very long email? Is that the deal?

J: It's like four lines.

S: Four lines. Hambone can't be bothered.

J: We're reading the question on air.

F: Beatrice, next time, cliff notes please! I think it's like with anything, you have to make the effort, you know?

J: Right.

F: And some people are better at it than others, at different times during life.

S: I'm not very good at it at all.

F: No, well, I mean you know, we're fucking- everybody's got, you know, we got families and shit. And Hambone's got really good hair.

J: I've got really great hair. I mean, it's like the one thing I have going for me.

F: It's hard! It's fucking hard, man. Like, yes you have to work at it, but also, if the friendship is a true friendship, you're gonna be able to pick up where you left off.

S: Jump right back in, yeah.

F: Jump right back in, yeah.

J: Exactly.

F: You know, I'm not gonna- here's the thing. What? Was that weird?

S: I feel like you moved closer to the microphone to do that!

J: Yeah. I feel like if there was no pop filter there, you'd actually smell that.

S: "Hold on a second while I burp into your fucking ear hole!"

F: Well I wanted to make sure you got the depth of it. I feel like, here's the thing. If a friendship is too much fucking work, if it's like having another girlfriend or something like that, then it's- what's the point, you know? Like, you're not gonna get upset with somebody that they'd not fucking texting you every minute, and you know-

S: So time and space is a good way to weed out the shitty friends.

F: There you go, yeah yeah yeah!

J: Exactly.

F: Yeah, yeah. If they're still there after a couple years of fucking shunning.

S: Yeah.

F: They're your true friends.

S: So the take away from this is shun everybody.

F: Shun everyone!

S: For a few years.

F: And then see!

S: And see what you can back.

F: Definitely, yeah.

J: "Me shunning you is actually for your benefit."

F: That's what I'm saying. That means I like you a lot.

J: Right.

F: If I don't ever call, or text, or write you.

J: See, there you go. But five years later, if we meet in the mall again, you're like, "Wow, he really was a good friend."

F: "Oh, he was great friend! Look at him."

J: "We'll meet you at the food court."

S: Look at him!

F: "Look at him! He's walking away, he doesn't even acknowledge I'm here! That guy's a great friend! Thank you!"

J: Oh shit. Alright, also thank you to Chelsea and Hailey for the first emails back in October. We're not gonna respond, but we're letting you know we read them.

F: See, we're good friends!

S: We're just shunning you.

F: We're shunning the shit out of you.

S: Wait, did you get any emails from past friends of any of ours?

J: No, I didn't.

F: No past?

J: No past friends.

F: Wow!

J: No past friends. I did get one from Taylor in Australia who'd like to know, did we ever feel like Pencey Prep was gonna take off, or did you always know deep down that it was more of a stepping stone in your lives.

F: That it was gonna fail miserably?

S: It was gonna fail.

F: No. I feel like anytime you start a band and you record something, you're like, "Holy shit, this is it. This is going to be it."

S: Yeah.

F: You know? I think, don't you?

J: I agree.

F: Right? I don't know. I mean, otherwise, why do it?

J: You have to. Otherwise, why do it?

F: Yeah!

J: She actually has a great sub question though.

F: Oh okay.

J: "Also, unrelated question, do you guys believe in ghosts?"

F: I wish that I could say for sure, yes, that I believe in them.

S: But do you really want to?

F: Do I wanna believe in it? I want there to be something- like, undeniable proof that there is another plane out there.

S: Plane of existence?

F: Yeah. I think that would be comforting to people.

S: Right.

F: I think.

S: Right. I don't know if I would want a ghost hanging around me.

F: No!

J: Oh hell no!

F: No no no no no.

J: As a person who actually believes in ghosts, I'm gonna say no.

F: You do believe in them, you-

J: Believe in them, don't wanna hang out with them.

F: Have you ever seen one?

J: Not that I can prove.

F: Okay. Not that, alright.

S: Not that I can prove.

F: So why do you believe in them?

J: I don't know, I kind of I guess grew up Catholic and you know, it's kind of a bit ingrained in me since I was a small kid, the afterlife. Heaven, Hell, all that jazz. However, I personally believe, and I want to believe it, there's gotta be something else after out there.

S: I believe that too.

J: I don't know what it is. I'm also like, a very creative person so I get myself all revved up and spooky and spooked out about some stuff, so I don't know mna. I just feel like it's gotta go somewhere, and why wouldn't it still kinda hang out? And if it does, I don't wanna hang out with it.

S: So it's supernatural anxiety.

J: Thank you! That's exactly what it is! And that's why you're the writer of the group, Shaun.

F: I like that. I like that.

J: Fantastic.

F: Alright, so here's a strange thing. For, you know, the past couple years or whatever, so I was in a really shitty accident, and part of me has never been truly convinced that I made it out.

S: That's weird.

F: That's a weird one, right? Think about this, right. So, think about a near death experience. You have that, and then realizing, because you know, the more that you think and fucking process and sink into your own weird couch K hole, you start to think like, no one can convince you that reality is reality.

J: Yeah.

F: Or is it just something that your brain is manufacturing, and what if that is the afterlife. It's just like, synapses happening.

S: But that would mean that Hambone and I right now are in your reality.

F: Right! Yeah.

S: But then we have our own lives.

F: No no, everything revolves around me.

S: But no, we do! Because I go home and I have kids, and Hambone has Elvira.

J: I do love Elvira.

F: I only see that when I'm here.

S: But we see it though.

F: Not in my- you know what I mean?

J: Actually, I gotta say Frank, that if I am a figment of your imagination, I'm actually mad at you for not making me taller.

F: What about me? I should be taller! So, I get the tall first, and then you can come along.

J: Yeah, god. Yeah. This whole not being able to reach the top shelf is just really irking me. Thanks for nothing.

F: I imagine step stools.

J: Well, where are they?

F: You have the ability.

J: So, we have Maggie, who did not say where she's from, has two questions. And the first one I'm gonna answer for Frank, it's "Frank, I love you, adopt me." We're gonna go with no.

F: No. Definitely not.

J: Second-

F: Too many freeloaders in my house to begin with.

J: A lot of freeloaders, yeah. She wants to know, "Have you ever felt disgusted about your hair? I mean, I love it but I wanna know how you feel about it."

S: About Frank's hair?

J: This is directly for Frank and his hair.

F: Oh, this is stupid.

J: Let me see what else we got here. That's actually an email from a website, that's not a question.

F: Spam! Let's answer that one!

S: Hambone asking himself questions.

J: Okay, so-

F: "Would you like to extend your reach?"

J: Yeah. Also, which disproves his whole "we're in his head thing," because I still get spam emails.

F: Well, I still get spam.

J: Yeah.

F: I have a really good, realistic imagination. I'm telling you.

J: Alright so, Emma wants to know, "As a kid, if there were any books or movies or art that inspired you or changed your perspective on things."

F: That's a good one. What do you think? Anyone.

S: As a kid?

F: Alright yeah, what were you not as a kid that really shaped your existence?

J: Well, I definitely would say that I read A Prayer for Owen Meany and my big takeaway was don't give road head because you might get in an accident.

F: Ew. That's also thinner isn't it?

J: Honestly, yeah, that's also the thinner. Don't insult people because they might put a curse on you.

F: Yeah. Oh man. I love that book too, that was a great book. Yeah, I guess Catcher in the Rye is an easy answer. I feel like I only got into comics later on in life. I'm trying to think of early early shit. My dad would show me old Vincent Price movies, you know?

J: Those are awesome.

F: And then later on, you know like, we started getting into the newer 80s stuff like slasher flicks like Nightmare on Elm Street, and stuff like that. And that was, I felt so cool getting to watch that stuff.

S: How old were you when you were watching that?

F: I'm trying to think. When did 4 come out?

J: Nightmare on Elm Street 4?

F: Yeah.

J: That was still in the late 80s, I think.

F: Late 80s. So I mean-

S: You were watching in the late 80s, really?

F: Yeah.

S: 8, 9 years old?

F: Probably.

S: Wow.

F: And I think getting to see the older older stuff, you know, like House on Haunted Hill, and The Tingler.

S: Did you watch that new one, by the way, on Netflix?

F: I did! I did.

S: Yeah.

F: I thought there was a couple of cool reveals but all in all, the ending of it pissed me off, because like, everything's so happy and everything's okay is like-

S: I stopped at the last episode.

J: Of The Haunting of Hill House?

S: I don't know why.

F: I like that you just- that's like jerking almost to completion, and then be like, "Eh, gonna walk away." I think that there's too much happening where they're, you know, where people are remaking things and then turning it into these feel good, like everyone's okay type deals?

J: Right.

S: Is that how that ended? Was it feel good fucking, really?

F: I mean.

J: Nightmare 4?

F: No no no, we're- I'm sorry, we jumped.

S: No, the Netflix Hill House.

F: Haunting of Hill House.

J: Yeah, I mean, it's- first and foremost, everything is an allegory for PTSD. Like, currently anything produced over the last three years and in production now, everyone's got PTSD for something. So yeah, I really did enjoy The Haunting of Hill House, but I agree with you that when they went home with it, it was like, "Okay but now everything feels good."

F: Right.

J: It's like, "We got all the way here, but now we're okay. It's fine. What happened was fine." It wasn't fine.

F: Do we care about spoilers?

S: I don't think we should.

F: Alright, good.

J: I mean, by the time this episode comes out, it's gonna be-

F: A year, right? Jesus Christ.

J: It's gonna be a year later.

S: You can't worry about people if they're not gonna do shit.

J: Yeah.

F: If you're not gonna live your life and watch things.

J: How about you, Shaun? Any books or art shape you as a kid?

S: I don't know, man. I'm trying to think and I don't know. No, I don't know.

J: I definitely think there's things that-

S: Like, maybe Duck Tales?

J: Duck Tales, yeah.

F: Have you seen the new one?

S: Yes, it's very good.

F: I like it a lot.

S: Yeah, it's good.

F: I like it a lot.

J: Very good show.

F: My kids like it too.

J: That's important.

F: It is. It is, because they have some terrible taste in things.

J: Yeah, I mean.

S: Terrible things.

F: Holy shit.

J: Has the youngest one outgrown Daniel Tiger yet, or no?

F: Oh yeah yeah yeah.

J: Thank god.

F: He's done with that. But you notice if they don't feel good or something, they'll all of a sudden revert back to like, real baby shows or something like that? It's almost like a comforting thing? I've noticed.

S: No.

F: That's what happens with my kids. I did it too as a kid.

J: I guess that explains why I watch Star Wars so much.

F: Yeah, I feel like, you know what I mean? Like, yeah, if you're in a depression, you just wanna watch fucking, I don't know.

J: I mean, I'm doing better this winter. The apartment’s clean.

F: Fraggle Rock. I've just noticed that if they're sick or something like that, they'll end up turning on some Disney Junior type thing.

J: Okay.

F: And it's cool, it's cool, I mean hey. Whatever you wanna do.

J: Whatever gets you through the after school, right?

F: But they're definitely, Miles is really into Teen Titans.

S: Oh yeah, that's great.

J: That's awesome. He's watching Teen Titans Go?

F: Yeah.

J: That thing's the best. Did you see the movie?

F: Yeah.

J: That shit was great.

F: They love that. The girls just found out about Hannah Montana.

J: Oh boy.

S: Oh.

F: And that's been on demand so there's a lot of Hannah Montana happening at the house right now, which is-

J: A little extra.

F: You can tell by my voice that it's taking its toll. It's like a polar vortex inside the house.

J: You're just watching like, "Alright kids, just wait until you find out what happens after the show goes off the air."

F: Well, my favorite is I didn't realize the southern-ness of the voices. I mean I'd never seen the show until this week, or last week. It's like, "Oh, Daddy! I had such a bad time at school yesterday!"

J: Wow! Like, that much?

S: Holy shit.

F: It's crazy, dude! I couldn't believe it.

S: Wow.

F: I really couldn't believe it. And it sounds like, I think Miley Cyrus has a retainer in or something too, so that she also has like-

J: She might. She was super young when she made that.

F: Yeah, super young. You know, she has a great voice or whatever, when she's singing and all that stuff. But then when she's just doing dialogue, it's lispy and also very southern, that drawl.

J: Yeah.

F: You know? And there was an episode where Dolly Parton was on, it was so much. It was so much to take in.

J: Yeah. Hey man, that's the joy of parenthood. You gotta watch some stuff that maybe you weren't really expecting to watch that day.

F: Yeah. Here's the other thing too. Jamia just recently got a Peloton bike. And there's these classes, which it's awesome, I love it so much. The seat kinda hurts my testicular area.

S: Oh!

F: But other than that, I'm really enjoying it. The other thing that sucks about it is that the music on- because I'm only in the first two weeks of it.

J: Right.

F: And it's these introductory courses which are very like, pop based? And like, country based? I guess they just kinda like, put on music that the majority of normal people listen to.

J: Right.

F: And it's fucking debilitating.

J: Oh, you can't pump your own music in there?

F: Well no, I mean you're taking these classes where people are like, they kinda give you the range of how you're supposed to do this thing, and up until two weeks ago I was able to say I had never heard Rascal Flatts. And now, I can't ever say that again, and it fucking irks me real bad.

J: Yeah, some things you can't unhear, bro.

F: Yeah.

J: You know, I go to Retro Fit and I've been to a couple different ones, and Retrofit is a gym where they also play movies. So like, on the treadmill-

F: Oh really?

J: Yeah, treadmill room. They have treadmills, bikes, and ellipticals in one room, and they play-

F: Is the whole thing like a Rocky fucking, what do you call it?

J: Montage?

F: Montage! Yeah, where they're like high-fiving in the ocean?

J: You'd like the think so, but no. So it's a dark room. So you can run to movies. So I've actually, the one I go to mainly, they kinda keep showing X:3 and Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, and Paul Blart: Mall Cop.

F: Wow!

J: So that's the spread that I'm watching. So, I will tell you there's something very serene about running on a treadmill to Lord of the Rings, because they're walking, you're walking, it's kind of a- you're there together. You're on your way to Mordor. Now I've been to other ones though, and it depends on I guess the management. Because I've been to some other ones. One place was playing horror movies, and they're playing hair metal, and I'm like, "Man, if this was the town I was living in, I'd go to the gym so much more." Because then, you know, you go to the one that's local to you, and it's all like, Rascal Flatts, it's all you know, weird pop hip-hop, but not rap? It's just kinda whatever straddles the line there. Like, the first time I think I heard Nicki Minaj was in the gym. Definitely an experience when you're trying to workout when you can't workout to the thing you normally listen to.

F: Right. I wanna go to the Poison gym though, that sounds fucking amazing.

J: Yeah dude. Well, it used to be in Wellington. I went there a couple times because I was in the area and it was great.

F: Because basically, I mean, 80s hair metal videos are basically just workout videos.

J: It is. Everyone's wearing spandex, I mean, they were the ones originally wearing the lululemon, but that zebra print on them.

F: Dude. That's a gym right there.

J: It really is. God, I miss it.

F: Alright, so.

J: You wanna take another question?

F: Yes yes yes.

J: Alright, this was actually one of my favorite questions. It's from Zoe in Bath, England.

F: Okay.

J: You ready for this?

F: Yes.

J: "Since coconuts grow hair-"

F: Wait, real quick. Can you do it in an English accent?

J: Alright. I'm from England.

F: Yeah, alright. That was good.

J: "Since coconuts grow hair and produce milk, are they actually classed as mammals?"

F: That's kind of Australian.

J: I don't know, I got nothing!

S: That was good.

J: Well, let me tell you.

F: That was good, I liked that.

J: Playing D&D, one of my go-tos, is I kinda slaughter my way through a Scottish accent, and I roll up to a table one day, and one of the gals I was playing with is actually from Scotland.

F: Oh no!

J: And it completely nullified what I would do and say in D&D because it's just like, "Well I can't say that because you're right there." But yeah, so Zoe from Bath wants to know, "Since coconuts grow hair and produce milk, are they actually classed as mammals?"

F: No.

S: I would have a coconut pet.

F: You would have a coconut pet?

J: What would name the pet?

S: Shitball.

F: I like that, that's good. Done and done, next.

S: That's it! Alright.

J: Yeah, that's it. I mean, just because-

F: Where do you go from there?

J: I don't know where you'd go from there, you know? I mean. I would name mine Balthazar, definitely. Coconut pet, I don't know, because I like a lot of Tiki drinks so I feel like it wouldn't last too long. It's like why I could never have a pig as a pet because I love bacon so much.

S: Because you'd eat it.

J: I would eat it.

S: You could milk the coconut.

F: Then throw it out.

J: If there was a way to milk the coconut without killing the coconut, I would totally do that but you know, I just don't trust myself.

F: I like coconut.

S: I hate coconuts, man.

F: Really? My dad likes coconut.

J: I used to hate coconuts too.

S: I think they're shitty.

F: I think they're- it's a lot of work to get into a coconut.

S: No like, no. I'm not saying I don't like them because you have to break the shit open and then eat it.

F: You don't like what- the end result.

S: I don't like what they taste like.

F: Okay, I wasn't saying that you were- I felt like you know, if I were Hambone, I would say, "Maybe the juice ain't worth the squeeze."

S: Oh!

J: How did you know that was what I was gonna say next?

S: That's good, man.

J: God, that's years of friendship right there everybody.

S: That's good.

J: Alright. So yes, we're gonna go with no, and no coconut is safe around me, and Shaun is not pro-coconut so I think that that's a-

F: Pro-conut.

S: Pro-conut, there you go!

J: I am pro-conut. Gabriel from France wants to know if we ever-

F: French, French. French.

J: What's that?

F: You gotta say it in French.

S: Where's your accent, man?

F: Yeah, French.

J: Geez, alright. I'll do it, hold on. "Did you guys ever think of doing music together again?" Oh no!

S: Oh my god!

F: That was good. That was really good. Wow.

J: That was really fucking terrible and I apologize to the people of France.

S: No, don't.

J: I watch a lot of Poirot, and you know.

F: Wow.

J: "These things. My little gray cells," I mean that's as far as I can go with it. But yeah, did we ever think about doing music again. Gabbie from France, we did.

F: Yeah!

S: But we did this instead.

J: But we did this instead.

F: I think this is working out better.

J: I think it's working out a lot better. You know why? I don't have to lift any bass gear up flights of stairs.

F: This is true. Wait, real quick! Did you see what fucking Ampeg announced at NAMM?

J: What? What was it, besides that wall of-

F: It's an 11 foot tall cabinet!

S: Oh my god.

J: That's crazy.

F: I know!

J: It was 11 by 36 or something, it was 36 ten inch speakers.

F: Holy fuck!

J: Yeah.

F: I want one.

J: Well yeah, now I want one too.

F: I want it so bad! Yeah, definitely.

J: I mean, how many heads you think you need to power that up?

F: I think it's just the one.

J: How?

F: I think it's just a fucking wall of plywood and there's one speaker inside. I think it's like 1/50th probably. It's like a Shea Stadium amp. I love it.

J: Yeah, I mean, that's it. It takes up half the stage. Could you imagine the roadie having to lift that? How many roadies do you think you need to lift that amp?

F: Well, it depends. If you're playing King Tut's in Glasgow, you need one guy. That motherfucker, they're fine.

J: Only one.

F: But I would like to see a stage setup, that amp and then like, two guitar combos. That's it. You know what I mean?

J: Yeah, it's so overcompensating.

F: I love it. I love it. I think it's amazing.

J: Yeah. My god, I saw the picture of it and the person standing next to it. Of course they picked the smallest possible person to stand next to it.

F: You don't know that! That dude was huge!

S: You don't know that.

J: It has Jason Momoa. He was still coming up short.

F: I think, you know what? It's funny. There's- to go back to the question, I think that there's a few songs that I wish we could've recorded in a proper way.

J: Yeah.

S: Yeah.

J: Agreed.

F: And you know, hey, we're not dead yet.

J: There you go, that's your answer. Crystal from Rio de Janeiro, and I don't even know where to begin.

S: Come on, do the accent.

J: I wouldn't even know where to begin with this!

F: It's Portuguese, right?

S: Just do something.

J: Oh god.

S: Just try.

J: Um... No. I'm gonna take a pass on this one. Crystal from Rio de Janeiro wants to know, "Frank, when are you coming to Brazil?"

F: Oh! We just announced that.

J: Well, there you go.

F: So there you go.

J: See? You ask a question, you receive an answer, Crystal.

F: We're playing Sao Paulo in April, I believe.

J: Very cool.

F: Yeah. I know.

S: That was the perfect question.

F: There you go, see? Psh, done.

J: See? Some answers are easier than others, kids. Olivia wants to know, and she's from North Carolina, "What inspired us to start the podcast? Was it spur of the moment, or did we plan this?"

F: Definitely not planned.

J: Nope.

F: Right? Well, I mean, yeah, you gotta plan a little bit.

S: A little bit.

F: Because you have to have a microphone and a recording device.

J: Yeah, had to buy some gear.

F: It was like, yeah, it was one of those things where, I think we had breakfast one day, and we were like, "We should just do a podcast."

S: Yeah.

F: And then we had one more breakfast, and planned the day to start it, and now we're here.

J: So we're gonna end this episode with one more question. It's actually, I feel like, a normal question. Not like any of your other questions weren't that normal. I mean, maybe not the coconut one, but it was still my favorite.

S: I liked that one.

J: Ketevan-

S: I'm sorry, what?

J: Ketevan.

F: What?

J: That's- I'm saying it as I'm reading it.

S: Alright.

F: Alright, one more time.

J: Um, "Do you have any tips for teens who are going into the music industry?"

S: No wait, we want the name again.

F: What's the name?

J: Ketevan.

F: Alright.

J: Ketevan.

F: Oh, Ketevan.

J: Just go with it, man.

F: Got it.

J: Listen, you should hear how I pronounce fantasy names. It's like right up there with Menzoberranzan. And that only took me like three months to learn how to say properly. But yeah- Ketevan wants to know if you have any tips for teens that are going into the music industry.

F: Wow.

J: Don't.

F: Yeah. Tips for teens.

S: Tips for teens, that's like a whole segment on its own.

J: Oh my god.

S: Tips for teens.

F: That sounds like a segment that-

S: We shouldn't do.

J: We should never do.

F: We should never touch!

S: Sorry.

F: Uh yeah, no. Yeah. Oh Jesus, sorry. Um, you wanna get into music? Oh Jesus. I feel like-

S: Learn how to play an instrument, right? I mean, there's a lot of shit that you don't even have to play anymore.

F: That's true. That's true. You know-

S: I mean, you could still-

F: Could do whatever, yeah.

S: You could still do shit.

F: Do whatever. I guess it's gotta start from having something to say and playing from the heart. Whether it's, you know, making noise on a laptop, or banging pots and pans together, or learning how to play an instrument, you know? Yeah, just I guess, don't be full of shit, you know, kinda thing.

J: Yeah.

F: Do it for the right reasons. Do it because you have to do it, not because you think you're gonna get anything out of it.

J: Yeah, don't do it because you think you're gonna suddenly become rich and famous. Do it because you wake up everyday and that's the feeling in your heart, that you need do something creative, and have fun with it. Make sure you have fucking fun with it. And make sure you surround yourself with the right people who are aligned with the kinda things that you wanna do, and not in like an ego way. Just that they're easy to get along with, because if you're having fun with your friends, you're gonna make something better always.

F: I agree. I agree.

J: Anything, Shaun?

S: You guys, I mean, you guys nailed it. You guys are just-

J: So, thanks for joining us.

S: Just don't bang on coconuts.

J: Hey man, if you get a mic and some filters, you can make it sound pretty good.

S: Just milking coconuts.

J: So thanks for joining us for this episode of the Casual Interactions podcast. Until we meet again, hold on to your friends.

#frank iero #hambone #shaun simon #casual interactions #7 #casual interactions 7 #full transcription

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Blank Space - Episode 11

Everything Has Changed

Songs used in this Episode:

Everything Has Changed - Taylor Swift ft Ed Sheeran

Feelings are shared, words are said and confessions are made.

''Come back and tell me why I'm feeling like I've missed you all this time, and meet me there tonight and tell me that this is not all in my mind''

''We don't want to get out through the main door'' Morgan stated. ''It's full of paparazzi. What do think they'll think if they see us leave together? You don't want to start rumours... or do you?'' That was the least thing that Morgan wanted. There were already people in the world that thought that Sebastian and Morgan would make hell of a couple, and even though they weren't wrong, she didn't want to be seen as if they were following that advice. And there was the tiny detail that he had a girlfriend. ''I thought you were the queen of not giving a fuck. You're my date and everyone knows that, they're expecting us to leave together. And we're just getting pizza, not spending the night in a cheap motel.'' He was right. If they left together there wouldn't be much of a fuss as if they left separately or with different people. ''You have no shame'' ''Great. Now let's leave'' As they expected, the paparazzi started taking pictured and shouting questions at them by the second they took a glimpse of them. ''Morgan! Are you walking in the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show?'' No, she wasn't. ''Are you two dating?'' No, they weren't. He had a girlfriend, for God's sake. ''Sebastian, do you want to see Morgan stepping on the runway?'' Yes, he wanted. Better if it was in lingerie. ''Morgan, is it true that you're planning to join the Marvel Cinematic Universe?'' She wanted to laugh. Of course that she wanted to join the MCU but it wasn't as if she could show up in Atlanta and Marvel was going to give her a role out of the blue. ''Morgan, is it true that you and Chris Evans have been seeing each other?'' And that was enough for Sebastian who did the most stupid thing he could have done and not even Morgan was ready for it. He just simply reached out for her hand and interlaced his fingers with hers. And that gesture in itself said enough. Morgan wanted to murder him. Yes, there was nothing wrong with leaving together but leaving together holding hands in front of a horde of paparazzi was a complete different story. ''You make a really hot couple!'' some paparazzi shouted. ''Thank you!'' he shouted back with a big smile on his face. Well, Morgan was sure that they were going to be brutally murdered by Taylor and Emily when they found out about what had just happened. And thank to the wonders of the Internet they'll find out very soon. And stan twitter was probably going to blow up in pieces after this. With all the calm in the world he guided her towards a taxi and opened the door for her to enter. Every single one of their movements were being caught in camera. ''You idiot!'' she hissed after Sebastian closed the door. ''What have you done?'' ''Calm down, nothing's wrong. Do you think these people will think that I'm cheating on my girlfriend in such a public and shameless way?'' ''Of course they will, you idiot! They were already suspecting it after out little show at MSG! How do you think this will be seen? You held my hand and basically shouted that we look hot together!'' ''Where's the lie, Llewellyn. I though you didn't care about people's opinion'' he raised his eyebrows. ''And I don't. Look, I don't care about your girlfriend, I don't care about the general public, I don't care about the media. But I don't really want to face Taylor. And she will want to kill me''. That seemed to ground Sebastian. ''And Emily...'' now he looked concerned. ''...damn, what have I done.'' ''What's done is done'' Morgan had no other option than resign herself. ''Now let's get that pizza.'' ''Are you really seeing Chris Evans?'' he asked out of nowhere. The best answer to that question was 'It's none of you goddamned business' but she decided to tell him the truth. ''We talked for half an hour about pets and I didn't even get his number. That question answers itself. It's a no, by the way. Happy?'' ''Actually, yes'' he had a triumphant smile on his face. The taxi left them in front of a Pizza Hut. Sebastian guided Morgan inside, as if they were getting into the most elegant restaurant of the city. ''We can't stay here'' he started when they had already got the pizza boxes and a couple of beers. ''People are already looking at us and we're not very discreetly dressed.'' Morgan knew that it was true. They were dressed for an elegant party not for getting pizza. ''Let's get out of here.'' this time she grabbed his arm and got him out of the place. They were looking for a place to eat for a little while until they settled for a spot under a tree in a park. Elegant. ''I'm sitting on the grass in a thousand dollar dress. Luke will kill me tomorrow, add him to the list of people that'll want to murder me after this.'' she grabbed a slice of pizza. ''And this is an Hugo Boss suit. My stylist is getting my neck tomorrow.'' he delicately bit his pizza. ''As everyone wants to kill us, I suggest that we elope together before someone notices. Look, we can go north, to Alaska, get a nice cabin in the woods and live there.'' ''Yeah, that's what I was planning: changing my promising acting career for Alaska and a cabin in the woods.'' ''You get me as part of the deal'' he winked at her. ''That's irresistible'' she joked. ''It's not that bad... we'll become friends in time. We'll be in a small cabin in the woods so maybe even romance will flourish between us'' he cheekily winked at her. What he had said sounded like the plot of a cheesy Christmas movie. ''You sure? Because I think that it's more probable that we'll end up in a bigger war. We don't get on very well so imagine if we're left alone for weeks.'' ''Don't be such a pessimist, Llewellyn. Alaska would change us'' ''Forgive me if I can't see how Alaska may change us. Both of us under the same roof is not even a potential disaster, is a guaranteed catastrophe.'' Sebastian was having fun with Morgan's answers. But he couldn't help by wonder how would it feel to share a home with her. It would either be a nightmare or a dream, there was no middle ground. ''Don't be too harsh... look at us, we're having plenty of fun.'' ''Because we're desperate. We were starving in a place where the only thing left to eat was shrimp.'' She had a point. But Sebastian also knew that if he had gone at that party by himself, he'd have stayed there and forcefully eaten the shrimp. He had to thank Morgan for making him a braver person. ''Fair point. But I also think you're more fun than everybody else.'' Morgan almost laughed at him. ''You're a masochist if you think I'm fun. The only thing I do, ninety percent of the time is mortify you. Sometimes I'm kind of sorry but then you ask the most inappropriate questions and say stuff that makes want to smack you in the head.'' ''Inappropriate? Me?'' his eyes got impossibly big. '''Are you seeing Chris Evans?''' she mocked his voice. ''I let that one pass but why do you even care?'' before he started rambling some rushed explanation Morgan stopped him. ''Don't answer that. It just surprises me how cool you think I am. Probably Evans doesn't even remember me and you thought we were dating.'' ''No one that's seen you, can forget you. And I think you're... interesting, even if half of the time I want to send you back to Wales.'' She wasn't surprised about that at all. There were days that Morgan herself would have preferred to work with anybody else in the industry rather than Sebastian Stan. ''Nice to know'' she took a sip of her beer. ''Coming back to Alaska... I think that if Damien wants to unleash all the chemistry we have inside, he should send us there for a while.'' ''Don't give him ideas. He's capable of doing it. He was the one us that convinced Taylor to send me here with you.'' ''He ships us.'' Morgan sent him a weird look. ''Since when do you speak fangirl?'' immediately Morgan regretted having said this. It was better not to mention the word 'fangirl' in front of Sebastian. She had been his fan and that was something he could never knew if she didn't want him to tease her until the next century. ''Nevermind. Forget it. is not that he likes us together, he needs us together, at least in a friendly way, to hype the movie so the general public can see how good we look together. I thought you knew how things worked in Hollywood.'' ''Yeah, but I never had to date anyone for publicity.'' ''You're not dating me for publicity'' she immediately said. ''I was never going to agree to that. But Damien is literally setting us up.'' Sebastian felt a weird feeling of gratitude towards Damien. Yes, he knew it wasn't right but he couldn't control his emotions. ''He's not the only one'' he decided to lead the conversation ahead from his own feelings without changing the topic. ''All the Internet apparently share his view. I am constantly tagged in countless of Instagram collages about us. I swear that they can't wait to see us married with three kids and a dog.'' Yeah, Sebastian fans also made manips of him married to Chris Evans, living happily ever after and taking pictures every Christmas with Dodger in them. Morgan herself had retweeted a couple, in the past, of course. So, nothing surprised her anymore. ''If they only knew....''' she laughed ''...that this is absolutely impossible'' That hurt Sebastian a little. He knew that Morgan had never expressed much interest in him in that way but hearing her rejecting the possibility in such a direct way, wasn't nice at all. Maybe it was because he had a girlfriend and that had ruled him out completely from Morgan's list of possible love interests. If she even had one. ''Wow, you have the same sensitivity of a rusted axe.'' he tried to sound sarcastic but there was a hint of hurt in his voice that Morgan noticed. And it wasn't acted. She couldn't believe how big his ego was if he had got offended by getting ruled out of some imaginary possibility. And it wasn't even true because the main supporter of the Morgan-Sebastian ship was Morgan herself. But never in a million years she was going to say it out loud. ''What a snowflake. Really, you're about to make me laugh. I don't say it's impossible because I'm rejecting you of your fans' imaginary plans. I'm saying it because it's biologically impossible that their fantasy ever become a reality.'' It took a while for Sebastian to process and then understand her words. But when he finally did, he felt that he was the one with the sensitivity of a rusted axe. He had judged Morgan without knowing the whole story. Morgan noticed the regret on his face and how much he wanted to say something but he was struggling to find words. And Morgan didn't help him. He desperately wanted to ask something to make sure that his suspicions were correct and he hadn't misunderstood Morgan's words. ''Just ask whatever you have in your mind'' But he couldn't just ask such a personal question, let alone in a couple of minutes later that he had called her a 'rusted axe'. ''You... you...'' he wasn't able to say anything. ''No, Sebastian, I will never be able to have children of my own. And change that sad expression from your face, please, because it's really stupid. Look, it doesn't affect me so I can't see no reason why it should affect you.'' But Sebastian's sad face was actually regret. He felt awful for bringing a sensitive topic without knowing nothing. ''I'm so, so, so, so sorry.'' he was looking directly at Morgan's eyes. ''I didn't know... I feel like such a stupid idiot for bringing this topic and... I called you insensitive... you have no idea how sorry I am''. And Morgan noticed that it was sincere. ''Don't worry. It's not really a sensitive topic. I've known about this little issue since I was fifteen and I've come to terms with it a long time ago. It's not even a secret. Look, women are not reproductive machines. We're human beings capable of doing great things. If you think that not being able to pop out a child out of my body lessens my worth as a woman, let me kick you in the head back to the eighteenth century, where you belong.'' He lifted his hands in surrender. ''I don't think that way, Morgan, I swear. Women are the most powerful beings in the universe, independently if they have kids or not, who cares about that. I mean, the world is already overpopulated and dying, we don't need more kids. And women are more stronger an brave than men, only idiots with fragile masculinity can't admit it. You have to deal with periods, that according with what I've read around, they feel like you're being stabbed. Men could never.'' Well, at least he was a man that didn't blush or got uncomfortable by the word 'period'. Points for him. ''You're right in something, I can't believe it.'' she mocked him. ''If having a period is bad enough, I can't imagine giving birth. Literally, you're pushing a watermelon from your lady parts.'' This time Sebastian blushed and looked embarrassed as hell, even with the light of the park's lamp post she could notice. Morgan just raised her eyebrows and looked at him with mild curiosity. He was giving her good material to tease him. ''Wow, wow, wow. What left the mighty Sebastian Stan so hot and bothered. Was it the lady parts or the watermelon? If it's the watermelon I might be... sightly concerned.'' Sebastian blushed even more. ''I can't believe you're so direct. You just described a birth using a watermelon as an example. I'm never forgetting this.'' ''What is so weird about it? Do you know how kids are brought into this world or do you still believe that the seagulls bring them?'' ''Seagulls?'' Sebastian was wondering in which Welsh legend seagulls brought babies. ''Maybe you mean storks, Morgan.'' ''Yeah, it's the same thing, they both have wings, who cares.'' Morgan wasn't an expert at differencing birds. Everything that had wings, feathers and a beak were either chickens, ducks, seagulls or pigeons. ''That's wasn't the point.'' ''I'm not that stupid to believe in legends, I never did by the way. And before you ask, I don't believe in Santa.'' suddenly he laughed. ''Seagulls... look, when we'll have to do the press junkets to our movie and someone asks me for a funny cast anecdote I'm going to tell them that you confused seagulls with storks.'' She actually didn't mind. ''I'm not an intellectual prodigy, Sebastian''. He looked surprised. Yeah, Morgan may be annoying and obnoxious but he always thought that she was smart. Maybe she liked learning certain things and focused on them rather than trying to learn about everything. ''I think you are pretty smart. Yeah, maybe you're not Stephen Hawking but... who is. You have another type of knowledge, the one that you can't learn in books.'' Morgan wondered why he got out of his way to compliment her. It was not as she deserved his kindness. But he was a kind person to literally everyone. But this was the Sebastian Stan she had imagined for the past five years. The one that had destroyed her standards in men. The Sebastian she had fallen in love with. ''You give good compliments, Sebastian.'' ''Maybe I do'' he lifted her chin with his fingers so he could look at her better. ''See? You can be nice if you want to. You've been pretty nice tonight, Morgan.'' It was hard for them to resist the temptation and not kiss. They had to gather all the will they had in themselves to keep calm. ''I think we should go'' she proposed. After all, they had finished with their food. ''I think so.'' They gathered the empty pizza boxes and beer bottles and threw them in the trash can. The way back to the hotel was quiet and calm. They weren't speaking but the silence between tem wasn't uncomfortable at all. They fell at ease with each other. Only when they got into the elevator they could notice how messy they were. They had grass and pizza crumbs on their expensive clothes. Morgan had even stained her dress with beer. Luke was going to kill her. ''You have a leaf in your hair, Morgan'' he brush it away with extreme softness. Morgan got off in the seventh floor and Sebastian stood alone on the elevator, more confused than ever. She was driving him crazy and he wasn't doing anything to prevent it. On the contrary, he was all the time finding more and more reasons to be more attracted to Morgan if it was possible. Once he got into his room, and after changing his clothes for something more comfortable than an elegant and expensive suit, he threw himself to the bed and tried hard to fall asleep. But he couldn't. He was just waiting for someone (Morgan of course) to knock on his door. They didn't need to say a word, he'd just get her into his room and slowly take off that amazing red dress of hers, even if it was stained with grass. He'd take his time with her, without rushing anything, making sure of kissing every single inch of her skin, paying special attention to her long and kissable neck. He'd let her do the same to him, touch his skin with that long and soft fingers. He was hers to keep and she could do whatever her wanted. Kiss him, lick him, bite him, taste him, scratch him, whatever she wanted. Afterward, he'd made love to her in the most exquisite and intimate way he could imagine, enjoying every single second of it. But that was too good to be true, and of course that it was not going to happen. Morgan was probably fast asleep in her room, not giving a damn about his turbulent feelings.

P.S. Seagulls? Really Morgan?

#sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan x ofc #sebastian stan imagine #Sebastian Stan #sebastian #sebastian stan x reader #Bucky Barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky #The Avengers #marvel #marvel cast #MCU #MCU fanfiction #mcu cast #mcu fandom

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★ MARCH EVALUATIONS song : < congratulations > by day6 group: mist8ke ( @rkhyunjae, @rkssoojin, @rkxluda, @rksomi ) < lyric dist. >

Acting out emotions was different from singing them--or rapping them, in Seokwoo’s case--and it came from his belief that there had to be some honesty when you performed. These were songs that people sang along with, songs that people attributed to the person they loved, songs that reminded people of moments that held onto their hearts, songs that came with a rises and swells of nostalgia. He didn’t have a chance to express the emotions in anything more than how he played and how the words came from his lips. There was no chance to push all the feelings into a loud shout or reside in silent frustrations, Seokwoo had to learn new ways of expressing himself; how to embed them into the lyrics. It might have been harder when he had to learn a whole new instrument while doing so, an uneasiness that resided in his stomach despite having a month to prepare for the performance. The residual hot sweat of panic still holding around his heart whenever he hit the wrong key in practice, and even as he stood at the keyboard on the day of evaluation.

His gaze drifted around the other members of his group, offering a reassuring smile that he hoped they would feel at least -- a quiet reassurance to have fun above all. Nearly all of them were out of their depth.

Seokwoo had preferred to lead practices with a lightness, knowing that some of them only had a month to learn a whole new instrument and others had even less to do so. Have fun first, and work hard while doing so, had been what he wanted the rest of them to feel. Still, he was not only the oldest among the group, but the one who had been a trainee the longest and he liked to picture his position was the foundation. If he could do well, he could carry them through any mistakes that were made. It was why he had put in extra effort and time during the month to become capable at the keyboard and to delve into ways for him to express the emotion needed for the song. A difficulty that came when he was quite happily in love. The stark contrast between his choice selection in February evaluations to what he had this time.

The one benefit of his age was how much time he had had to date and to break up, how many relationships that he had managed to fail at in some form or another. That was where Seokwoo had begun, knowing that from his experience with acting, using his own memories and emotions to help bring life to a character was a tip he’d been given to make it real. It started with picking at different relationships from his memory, scratching at the edges, and seeing what would come up. He didn’t know why he hadn’t though of it when he started, maybe he had buried that time of his life deeper than he’d thought; maybe enough time had past that it become faded now. But it was still there. She was still there.

While Soojin began to sing, Seokwoo was focused on the keyboard in front of him. After enough practice, it was muscle memory that allowed him to have some relief. Each key leading into the next one, without much thought on it.

When he’d been in high school, that’s how the relationship had been. They were easy to fall into, seeing a pretty girl, having fun with her, enjoying the time together -- those were the good memories. Those were the ones that came with parties that he wasn’t invested in, but she promised him that she’d introduce him to her friends and they want to meet him, to have him design something for them, to wear something of his. Connections to people with money that Seokwoo never would have dreamed of, not when he was in high school and slept through mathematics because he was up late working. Seokwoo still didn’t know where to pinpoint the moment where everything went wrong; somewhere in between the chaos of trying to balance being Rowoon online and Seokwoo at home. Their break up was messy, came with sides taken in battle and he’d never been one to fight; had no skills in defence.

It had been the worst break up that Seokwoo could remember having.

There was still a sting to it, a quelled frustration which he’d found remaining and he placed into the song as they performed--Soojin’s voice becoming Luda’s, and then his and Somi’s, and followed by Jaehyun--each having their part to play. He disliked negative emotions, pushing away from them and choosing to focus on the positive’s, on what could be done to brighten up the space around him. Seokwoo rarely leaned into them, but he knew it was a part of learning and growing as a performer; it was a part of how he could become better at what he was doing. So he spent time, remembering how she said she’d make him pay for it, and the first few times he saw the comments online. They were only a few at first, her closest friends, taking stabs and seeking damage where they could.

Then it was more people, then it was hacking into his account, then it was sharing his private conversations and spreading lies about him. He could even remember the ones that had wished him dead and how he’d been desperate to never let his grandmother or sister see them.

Even when he’d moved on to date Kangjoon, he’d had a residual fear of what would come. He’d scroll through social media to see his ex-girlfriend at parties, hanging out with friends, smiling and showing off whoever she was with next. She was happy, but that didn’t stop people from finding ways to hurt him. Back then, he couldn’t remember being mad at her for it. All he’d wanted to happen was for it to stop and to move on from what happened, to forget about it. He didn’t know why looking back on it now brought up frustrations for him, for how the events had led to the break ups that came after due to his fear of letting people in or introducing them to his family, for how he still feels an anxiety at having conversations online and what he says in them. A fear that had permeated through many of Seokwoo’s interactions, even after those online moved on to their next targets.

Maybe he hadn’t been angry back then because he was trying to focus on getting through it, on closing his eyes and ignoring whatever he could to protect himself.

There were thousands of reasons, feelings and thoughts that had amounted in Seokwoo’s efforts to find the emotion he was looking for to express through the song. Nonetheless, he still shied away from the depth of them when it came to performing, and it was his one regret when the song was over. He didn’t want people to see that side of him.

Seriously wow girl congratulations It didn’t take you long, you’re such a hotshot Huh, I saw your picture on the Internet Are you that happy? Your smile goes up to your ears

#rkmar19eval #( s. )#( sphere. )#rkhyunjae #rkssoojin #rkxluda #rksomi #tw: bullying

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heart of tin (and coding) - lee jihoon

❝ @vluevinnie13 asked: My bias is woozi and the theme I want is somewhat, futuristic wherein Woozi is a robot haha can you do that? ❞

pairing: robot!jihoon x you

genre: fluff?

word count: 1.4k words ish...

notes: this ended up being 1.4k words?! what the heck the mingyu one was only 800… oh my gosh i really love jihoon huh. i loved doing this so much!! i had more fun than i thought i would <33

send me your bias and a theme and i’ll try writing a short fanfic

Question: Is Jihoon is either the best or worst person you’ve ever met?

Answer: He’s neither… Because he’s a robot.

Everyone knew that you met because Jihoon needed repairing after your father found him in a scrap wasteland, which you still believed that it was to reprogram the demonic voice filter in him, and your father was the right man to do that. Contrary to that, no one had any clue how the two of stuck together for so long.

Only you and Jihoon know, however. Through naming the young robot.

It was a sudden thing the way you remembered it. He was sat with the nine year old you, kicking your legs while biting on a sandwich to keep you company.

“You look like a Jihoon,” You comment without a thought as your nose scrunched up, “Better than J11H220L. I’m calling you that now, okay?”

And because Jihoon couldn’t say his own opinion (because his voice had to be reprogrammed), the robot could only blink and somewhat nod.

“Hm… You’re also going to be my friend now, deal?”

Nod.

“And I’m the best, right?”

Nod.

“And… You are now my tiny tin can who will protect me all of the time!”

Nod.

“Man, you’re quiet, aren’t you…” You laugh, pushing his metal arm before you sling yours around his shoulder. “Wanna try my sandwich?”

Nod… Nod nod.

On that same night you were yelled at by your father for malfunctioning Jihoon, and couldn’t go into the repair lab for a week.

Later on, Jihoon became an automatic part to your mess of life (partially forced by your father keeping him so you had no choice).

He recorded every moment with you (“There’s a memory of you being an idiot in my database. Want me to show you?”), answer any of your questions (“No I’m not doing your paperwork for you, go suffer yourself” “I know what you want to ask. It’s sleep mode, not self destruct mode.”), he even stuck to the name you gave him (“Jihoon. Just cut the crap and call me that. My serial number is too long to remember.”).

But he was pretty dependant on you too. Carrying on the talent of your old man, you became familiar with upgrading clients’ robots and especially Jihoon’s parts. The bot was quite stubborn with who he wanted to repair him, so you took action of his difficult metal butt and did all of his repairs.

Everyone knew Jihoon as the ‘cold, cool, ice prince’ robot — mainly because he would literally set his temperature cool all the time and would be freezing — and you weren’t having any of it.

First off, Jihoon is very annoying. He’s cheeky and cunning.

You shouldn’t have coded him to tell jokes and pull pranks, because the first few years with him you had to deal with the stoic nods and expressionless faces are very different to the mischievous tricks he plays and oh-so-innocentfaces he makes once accused. In particular, you hated playing games with him — sadly, he was the competitive type, not to mention the cheating type too.

He’s very warm hearted.

Says a lot for a robot, but he knows how to establish emotions when need be (you’re guessing it was your old man’s doing before puberty came along). Over time, his words became less robotic and awkward and now had a steady, calming soothe to it. It was almost like… He was human.

On other occasions he would be overwhelmingly protective of you.

It was his function after all, and he nodded to a promise you requested since you were nine. There was one memory, during your high school days, where Jihoon got into a serious fight with one of your exes because they were only dating you for a dare (hence the reason why you are exes). You felt slightly bad for your ex, because Jihoon was at a greater advantage, yet a couple of good hits and scratches resulted in Jihoon’s metal to be peeping out of his cheek and knuckles.

Funnily enough, you were so worried about his increasing power that you were wary about the surroundings around the two of you.

“Y/N, I — Jihoon and J11H220L — am capable, stronger and deadlier than any human being on this very ground… But can I at least pet that kitten? You’d be an idiot if you think I’m not going to.”

“… Knock yourself out.”

And you’ve never seen Jihoon skip — yes, skip — so happily to the fluffy white kitty (you saved a picture just in case… For blackmail).

To your surprise, he was extremely clumsy too.

Countless of times you’ve walked into Jihoon’s legs or arms randomly shutting down, or a loud ‘Ah!’ from him before another loud clatter follows, or his arm would go haywire and hit him in the eye. He wouldn’t feel the pain, but glitch season was the worst. It was like he was having to go through human puberty, as well as dealing with a colour of Jihoon’s set of personalities every split second. And there were too many times he’d slowly waddle to your room saying, “I think one of my wires broke.” As if he was a child who broke a vase (‘When did he learn to pout?’).

Sometimes, you’d forget Jihoon was a robot.

What would it be like if he was just like you, if he was able to feel the feelings you do and not be programmed to stay in this facade until someone hacks into his program? What would it be like if his words can give genuine feelings and real heart into them?

Repairing robots was the worst — You knew the ins and outs of them too well, what more with Jihoon? You knew the ways in which Jihoon functioned, his speech receiver (which was recently upgraded to speaking in five languages), his reactions and triggers, almost everything like the back of your hand.

You think… He would be a good person.

A great man, and a very talented one at that. He was talented enough as it is, and it made you slightly jealous — He would have that same double life, living tough on the inside and soft on the inside. He would be the way the way he was programmed to be… Weird.

“You’re thinking.” Jihoon squints.

“About you.” You reply, which was stating the obvious. “Lay down over there, I’ll be done with this upgrade.”

The robot silently does as you ask, walking to the operation table before he lays down straight, humming to himself.

“New song?”

“Inspiration is easy to find these days.”

“Yeah, because your tin brain holds the entire internet.” The pair of you giggle. You walk where the robot calmly was and cut a thin piece of skin behind his ear before replacing it with another one. You carefully took your time stitching the thin skin, maybe smelling Jihoon’s vanilla-scented hair here and there.

Finally, you smile at the outcome and say a small ‘Tah-dah!’ before handing a mirror to show Jihoon what you’ve done.

“Wow.” He could only say.

“I’m guessing you like it?”

Jihoon nods, impressed. “I… Love it.”

He tucks his hair back and dazes at the small bass clef now on his skin. Even though it resembled more of a tattoo, there was a small chip inside that was an extension for Jihoon’s song drafts — He was naturally talented in almost anything, but music was the flowery path he walked down in.

Besides, you knew from the start that the robot had a way with words, even if it was behind his nods and pouty lips.

“Thinking about me again?”

“Oh, uh, sure.” You chuckle, realising how close you were to his face. He was joking, but damn, you really thought he caught you out.

Oh no. You were going to blush and Jihoon is going to detect it.

Fumbling with the phone in your hands, you lift it up to your ears in panic to excuse yourself. “My dad is calling me- I’ll um, be in the garden! Don’t break anything while I’m gone!” And you exit the station with your heart accelerating through the roof.

Jihoon stares at the door for a while, wondering if you were going to come back or not. When he agreed that you weren’t, he huffed.

“Humans are so strange.”

Yet he couldn’t ignore the fluttery and heavenly rush in him ever since your old man encoded a ‘certain’ chip labelled with what looked like a heart.

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