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Desperate Measures | Dream/Hob | 1.2K | G
v silly and fluffy, literally 90% air, dream attempts a romantic gesture, hob is a sap and forgetful, human au, part text fic
for @domaystic drabbles, Day 6: Under the Same Umbrella
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Dream woke up to 26 texts from Hob. He put on his glasses and began his morning read. It’d replaced Times for him. The editorial quality, he thought, was far superior.
Hob (7:19 am)
heading out, gave you a wee forehead kiss and you didn’t even stir. sleeping bloody beauty. love you disgustingly much x
Hob (7:26 am)
couldn’t find my umbrella anywhere
can you take a look if it’s not too much of a bother? feel like i’ve gone mad
Hob (7:30 am)
christ it’s bucketing down!!
standing under the eaves just to tell you how much it’s bucketing down
plants will be happy at least
so will my goth boyfriend ;)
hope your writing goes well today love. extra atmosphere!!
Hob (8:42 am)
nevermind don’t look for it
remembered that i left it in my office
told johanna she can use it since i’m at the archives all day anyway
glad i’m not the only one who’d forget their own head if it wasn’t screwed on :) :) :)
Hob (10:11 am)
you should’ve seen the look lisa gave me when i showed up
had to dry myself off in the men’s w half a forest of paper towels
there goes my carbon offset from walking i said
christ you’re probably still in bed
asleep
warm
dry!!
lucky bastard
wish i could come back already and drip puddles all over you
Hob (10:37 am)
if this keeps up i’m going to look like mr darcy in the rain on your doorstep tonight
don’t worry i promise not to propose marriage while insulting you xx
although i do love you
most ardently
...elizabeth
Dream smiled, read them all again, contemplated, and then sent his reply.
Dream (11:01 am)
Sir, I appreciate the struggle you have been through
Hob replied moments later.
??
you sound like a customer service agent
wait you’re quoting the film
you can’t reject me if i’ve not proposed to you!!
yet!!!
Dream snorted. 'and I am very sorry I have caused you pain' went the line. They’d watched it last weekend. Hob had cried, and Dream had privately decided that if Hob proposed, he’d say yes. Even if it was poorly done. It wouldn’t be, though. Not if Hob was doing it. He sent a second text.
...and I am very sorry you were drenched by rain.
Then he got out of bed and shuffled into the kitchen. His phone buzzed anew as he made tea and toast. He smiled at the sound. On their first date, Hob had warned Dream that he had a bad habit of annoying boyfriends over text. Dream, on his first date in six years, had wondered what it might be like to be so effusively charming that you could have enough boyfriends to form habits around them at all. He hadn’t known what to say, and Hob had ducked his head, grimacing a little, and said, “Just tell me to piss off, please, if I do? I know I can be a bit much.”
Dream believed it, because the man was telling him about his habits with boyfriends after one date. Not that he minded. And three months in, Dream had yet to tell him to piss off.
Turns out, a bit much was exactly what he’d wanted. Needed, in truth. Someone to tether him to the real world. His phone had become a modern-day lodestone in his pocket, a comforting pull of Hob-ness that would always point him back to life whenever he’d emerge, blinking and disoriented, out of the mire of his work. Work that he loved - creating worlds out of nothing, writing stories that would change people - but, coming on the age of thirty with nothing to show for it but recurring wrist strain and an upmarket flat that never had any guests, work that had also made him spend so much time apart from the rest of humanity that he was sometimes unsure how to rejoin it.
The tipping point had been when his eldest sister had found out that he hadn’t spoken to anyone else in between two of their regular dinners. Which were monthly. It had been mortifying. She’d smiled sadly, which was excruciating enough, and then gotten the gleam of a plan in her eyes, which had been far worse. “I’m setting you up,” she’d said. “I know just the guy. We go way back. I think you’ll like him.”
He had. Now, when his phone buzzed, he found himself frowning if it wasn’t Hob. (An exceedingly rare occasion.) But this time it was, of course. Four short messages sent one after the other:
hahahaha
ok fine
that was v good
enjoy your day x
Five hours later, not even the curtain of rain awaiting him outside could douse the anticipation in his belly. An idea, he knew, was a powerful thing. Dream didn’t have an umbrella - Hob always shared with him, and would’ve apologetically nicked his if he had - so he would make the first leg of the journey as Hob did. He intended to go and get something nice, but once in the cold downpour, his resolve failed him almost at once, and he ducked into the first shop that had umbrellas in the window.
“Hiya,” said the girl at the counter without looking up from her phone.
Dream ignored her, blinking the rain out of his eyes, belatedly registering all the merchandise had a unifying theme and that he’d made a terrible mistake, borne of sheer desperation.
“Would you happen to have any other umbrellas? In black?” he asked. Hidden behind the counter, perhaps. If only you knew to ask.
The girl looked at him with an air of disbelieving reproval only accessible to teenagers and the very elderly. “You could try Boots, you know. It’s just down the street.”
Dream looked out the window. Rain torrented down. Commuters hurried past with their sensibly coloured umbrellas. From places exactly like Boots.
“Or we’ve got rain ponchos,” she added. It sounded like a threat.
“Nevermind,” said Dream quickly. “I’ll take it.”
“Enjoy your visit in London, sir,” she called out as he left.
He stepped outside and flicked open the umbrella with slightly more force than necessary.
Dream waited a few paces outside the archives, wanting to surprise Hob properly. Two separate pairs of tourists had thought he was their London Ghost Tours guide, and he was beginning to regret not holding out for longer, drenching be damned. Then Hob emerged, striding out and immediately stopping to pull out his phone. He was smiling at it. Dream smiled too, in anticipation.
A moment later his own phone buzzed loudly in his coat pocket, and Hob looked up in surprise.
“Oh my god,” he said. Then he said it again.
“I heard you needed an umbrella,” said Dream. He’d had the line already, since he got the idea. It had been very dashing and romantic in his head. It was somewhat undermined by the dreadful costuming choice that had been forced upon him.
Hob looked between Dream and the umbrella, bafflement melting into a happy laugh. He ducked underneath, pecking Dream on the lips. “I’m not sure I needed one quite this badly. Did you rob some poor tourist?”
“Unhappily, I paid for this.”
“Oh no,” said Hob, pulling away and pretending to inspect him for injury. “My poor darling. Your dignity.”
Dream sniffed. “I will recover.”
“Here,” said Hob. “I’ll carry it for you. You’ll only be guilty by association, then.”
They began walking, a bobbing Union Jack in a sea of blacks and greys. After the chief sin of ugliness, it was also a little small for two grown men, but Dream found he didn’t resent that at all, as Hob tucked him tightly into his side to keep them both dry. People gave them a wide berth. Tourists could never be trusted with umbrellas.
“You’ve rescued me, you know,” said Hob, nuzzling into his cheek.
“It wouldn’t do to have you dripping puddles all over the floors,” said Dream.
“Even if I looked terribly handsome, all wet and ardent?”
Dream bit his lip and smiled a little. “Perhaps you can be wet and ardent in the shower. Instead.”
Hob laughed again. It was Dream’s favourite sound. “Much warmer than the rain anyway. Deal.” Rain drummed down on their private nylon ceiling. “I was thinking chicken tikka masala for dinner?”
And so they made their way home, and although the rain never let up, Dream was so content and warm that he might’ve sworn they were walking in the sun.
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Pinky Promises - Chapter One
Authors Note: Yeahhhhh baby. Chapter one is out.
Word Count: 8,316
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Song of the Chapter : Hungry Like The Wolf
September 17th, 1983 - Saturday
“When I marry rich the first thing I’m doing is buying Eddie better taste in music.” Cece Miller mutters angrily whilst following her best friend through an over packed house 30 minutes outside of Hawkins, keeping a freshly manicured hand wrapped around the blondes wrist to keep her close as both their feet stumble across the floors. Via’s heavy boots thud against the linoleum of the kitchen while Cece’s heels click. The complete opposites.
When Via stumbles under the harsh new light of the kitchen her hand pulls Cece who stumbles as well, the former trying not to laugh when Cece’s face smushed into her back quickly with a disgruntled gasp.
“Slow down, Via.” She grounds out, her nails digging into the flesh of Via’s arm which makes her gasp out in pain.
“Easy on the flesh, I’m going as slow as I can. Unless you want to be stuck between a bunch of people grinding?” She teases, reaching her free hand behind her to release some of the tension of Cece’s hold. Both of them back up with a simple step as a random jock in a letterman jacket dashes past to the bathrooms. “And so the mighty are already falling.”
“Jesus.” Cece grimaces as they both watch him shove past others. “I can never tell if I love these types of parties or hate them.”
“A bit of both as I’ve come to realize. You know, from all my years attending them.” A shit eating grin spreads across her face as she turns to look at her friend, biting back a laugh when the brunette merely rolls her eyes as she smooths out her hair.
“How could I forget? Show me your partying ways ‘oh wise one’.” She mocks a little bow as she says it. The both of them already knew that their only experience of parties came from this past summer and this school year, and even then it’s whenever they can trick their parents.
“Well we’ve already had a couple drinks-”
“Whoope.”
“And Eddie is still playing this trash metal music-”
“Are you shocked?”
“So another round of drinks and then we go on a hunt for the damn speakers and switch out the music for something worth a damn.” Via offers, wiggling her eyebrows as Cece cracks out into a fit of laughter.
“Mission accepted. Let’s get moving.” With that she takes the lead, Via having to grab onto her wrist to stay connected as they once again make their way through the hectic floor. Bumping shoulders with partygoer after partygoer.
Cecelia Miller was a force of nature in settings like this. She was one of the few girls that knew how beautiful she was and flaunted it well. She wore short skirts, that had once been longer skirts her mother thrifted but the girl had a knack of turning anything into her fashion. 10 minutes on a sewing machine and she was wearing the type of clothes that could have been in one of those lame fashion magazines Via had seen her obsess over day after day.
It was a shame her fashion sense and beauty had earned her the label of ‘School Slut’ at Hawkins when anyone that knew the girl knew she was a virgin. But that didn’t matter to any of the assholes at school, they didn��t truly care about anyone else but themselves.
Tonight she wore a skintight black skirt that had once been a pair of pleather pants, and a pink off the shoulder top that had once been a long sleeve floral shirt that Cece’s grandmother would wear to their church.
Via’s own outfit had been one of Cece’s creations. A tight purple and black checkered dress hemmed from one of her sister's old ankle length skirts with a pair of pantyhose and an overly large gray blazer. When Via had thrown the blazer on she felt the same nervous bubbling she used to get whenever she tried on Nana's homemade dresses.
Cece’s face always held the same amount of excitement her Nana’s once held whenever she looked at her creations. It always made something churn in her gut as she remembered the worn lines of her Nana’s face and the happiness laid in her eyes. But that was gone. Her Nana was gone.
And Harrington had laughed.
But she couldn’t think about that memory right now, not when her friend had led them both to the kitchens and had snatched two cups. As she inspected the insides of the cups to make sure they are clean, Via moves to find the last unopened bottle of vodka and turns to pour them out.
Her father once said something about ‘yin and yang’ the first time Cece had spent the night at the old house. He laughed about how well they worked with each other, smooth and unbreakable. Working in tandem as they did the dishes or homework. Each others exact opposites and still never missing a beat.
That carried to this day, and Via truly had no clue what she would do without her friend.
“Do you want coke or lemonade?” Cece asks, still holding both the cups as she looks over to where the chasers were.
“The cap to the coke is lost. Better safe than sorry.” Via hums out and grabs the lemonade to pour into the cups while Cece keeps an eye around them. Once both of them are filled enough the lemonade is set half haphazardly on the table again and Cece passes a cup to Vias outstretched hand easily, scoffing a bit when the bleach blonde tries drinking before cheers. “Sorry sorry.”
“Cheers to us, bitch.” Cece giggles, wiggling side to side in excitement before she gestures for Via to cheers her back.
“Cheers to…” Surviving another year at Hawkins, not killing anyone and passing grades. “Being here?”
“Terrible toast. You’re never speaking at my wedding.”
“You mean when you marry a rich man?”
“Don’t laugh. I’ll buy you all the nice art supplies you want when I’m making the money.” She huffs once more, glaring at the boy that tries to come up and talk to them with his shirt off. “A little busy here? Find someone else to bother.”
He grumbles something under his breath before storming off and she merely rolls her eyes. “Ugh. Everyone here is disgusting.”
“How shocking that you think people are disgusting.” Via mocks, giggling at her friends' annoyed expression before they tap their cups together and pinch their noses to chug the drinks quickly.
They move to pour one last round before they abandon the kitchen and stagger their way across the floor in search for where the music was being played from. Their hands stay entwined tight, always keeping close no matter what. It was one of the rules they made at the first party they had ever been to after a risky interaction with one of the freaks Eddie had invited from that bar he always went to.
Now, no matter what party they went to, one of them had to keep their hands on the other. Like the buddy system in kindergarten.
“Okay so get into Eddie’s mindset.” Cece giggles, leading them into a hallway that has a little room to loiter. “I’m some sort of evil genius that throws random ragers which are just ruses to torture a crowd with my shit music. Where do I hide the radio?”
“Up his ass probably.” Via laughs, fanning her hand out to cool herself down a bit. Sweat began to cling to the back of her neck. “Do you have a hair tie?”
“Shhhhh I am thinking.” Cece snaps, putting her hand up to the blonde's face as she looks around.
“Or we can follow a chord from one of the speakers?” Via offers, snatching her friend's hand and stealing a hair tie from the slender wrist and putting her hair up while the other girls gasps in excitement.
“You are a genius. And not the evil kind like your cousin.” She exclaims before moving to find a speaker and before they know it they are following the chord to the radio and hijacking it to a different station. The crowd is a mix of boos and excited chants as dancing begins downstairs.
They escape the scene of the crime, giggling the entire time, especially when Via trips on the bottom step of the staircase leading back down to the living room area where most of the dancing was beginning.
Hungry Like The Wolf begins blasting through the speakers and Cece yells in excitement, dragging Via the last couple steps towards the dance floor and throwing them both in without a second thought.
1 song turned to 3 more. Which turned to 5 more songs and by the time Via managed to drag Cece away from the crowd and out the door, the sweat that had covered most of her skin sent chills down her spine as it soaks up the cold night air.
Cece leans against the railing close to the door, leaning back and fixing her hair so the air can hit her face a little better while Via staggers to the opposite railing with her eyes closed as every muscle in her body relaxes, wrapping the oversized blazer around herself to preserve some warmth.
“It’s not warm looking cool is it?” A voice from below the porch snaps her out of the calm daze, scaring her a bit before she blinks away the blurriness and finds her cousin sitting in the grass of the lawn smiling from ear to ear. “You the little shit that switched my music?”
The scent of caramel and sweat fill Via’s senses as Cece joins her side with an overdramatic huff. “The music you were playing sucked. So you can’t pull your better than thou attitude with us.”
“Hello, Cecelia.” Eddie grins, leaning against the wall of the house as he stares up at her. “You both would be a lot warmer if you dressed like me, you see I have a leather jacket and a flannel because unlike you I-”
“Look like a dweeb?” Cece scoffs, using her fingers to swiper under her eyes in an attempt to clean the makeup that had pooled there.
There is a slam of a car door not far off that pulls Via’s attention as the two around her continue their small argument, but the people getting out of the car have fully grabbed all of her attention. The three boys in the Hawkins jerseys all shoving each other drunkenly and laughing like maniacs as they stagger across the lawn to get to the front door.
Via watches for a moment, waiting to see if another figure would emerge, one that she knew like the back of her hand. When he doesn’t she takes a deep breath in and turns back to where her cousin was still sitting and hauls herself up onto the railing to throw her body over. The only problem was she had a little too much to drink so it’s not as smooth as she would like it to be and she ends up just falling forward.
Cece gasps out and it’s like a slow motion horror story as Via watches the ground come at her quickly, or well maybe she was coming at the ground too quickly but who's to say? Before she can really crash her cousin is there, laughing as he takes most of the hit and they both sprawl across the dirt and grass.
It takes her a moment to catch her breath since the fall knocked the wind out of her lungs, and by the time she finally does she has to pick herself up off the ground to spot Cece climbing through the rails rather than over them.
Eddie groans in pain as he dashes to help her before the jocks hit the porch, all three of them ducking down so the clowns in jock jackets don’t see them.
“Is there a reason you are hiding in the bushes?” Via taunts, still a little out of breath from her fall and her back shooting with pain.
“Party got a little boring.” He shrugs, leaning against the wall again as his hand pats down his jacket before he pulls a sandwich baggie with a joint and a lighter tossed into it. “Needed a break.”
“You fell down here after leaning on the railing.” Via guesses which makes her cousin lean to punch her shoulder harshly. She grunts in pain once more before slapping his arm back and before he can hit back Cece leans to snatch the joint from him while he is distracted.
“Of course. You two follow me out here just to team up on me as usual. This will not stand, you hear me?” Eddie rants, shaking his head. “I’m putting my foot down, Cecelia.”
“Don’t say my name like that, Edward.” She snaps, lighting the rolled up joint and taking in a deep inhale before passing it to Via. Eddie whines in the background as Via follows her friend's lead before handing it to Eddie finally.
“Do you ladies like…. My humble abode?” He squints, gesturing to the big house behind him before smoking as well, watching both of the girls look at the house fully now.
“How do you even find these houses?” Via questions, closing her eyes and laying down as the dizziness threatens to consume her.
Eddie had made a habit of throwing parties in houses for sell, empty and out of town bounds. An idea Cece gave him the last time Hopper caught him with weed, he had gotten into a lot of trouble and she was upset. So now the parties are in houses where Hopper couldn’t find them, and Eddie could sell to people from other towns.
“Oh it’s so easy. I simply read a newspaper and look for open houses then I go to the open house and look up what time they close and once I’m sure they are closed up for the night I break in - which isn’t a crime if I don’t get caught so do not make that face at me Cecelia-”
“Hate when you call me that Edward.” She grunts.
“-And then I call a random number to a different school from a telephone that cannot be traced-”
“A payphone.”
“Olivia, please I am trying to lay out my master scheme here. Anyways I call from a phone that cannot be traced to a random student from different schools and tell them the address for the night so I can never be tracked. It’s so simple.”
“I think you need help, Edward.” Via hisses, sitting up to flick his nose before Cece lays down to put her head in Via’s lap and close her eyes. They sit in silence for a moment, just taking a deep breath in as the party is still loud and booming within the house. Hungry Like The Wolf begins to play through the speakers again.
“I hate you guys for changing the music.” Eddie groans.
“This party blew before we did that so lose the tone Edward.” Cece mumbles with her eyes still closed.
“How are things going with you two? It’s been forever since I have seen you both.” He is quick to change the subject.
“We saw you yesterday.” Via reminds him, leaning back on her palms to relax as he relights his joint and Cece hums out while still using her friend as a pillow. No matter how many parties they went to somehow they always ended up sitting alone and gossiping about the dumbest things possible. Did that make them lame?
Via didn’t think so but Steven Harrington would probably disagree. Just the thought of his stupid face has her clenching her jaw and imagining ways to hit him with a car. But the thoughts betray her, just as they always do. It goes from hitting him with a car to remembering his face that night.
When she had heard the news about Nana, when she panicked and ran to the one person she thought would make her feel better. But she should have known better, she should have known that he wasn’t who she thought he always was.
Eddie had warned her long before that and her freshman year had proven as much. But she was still a fool, and she was upset and he had been so drunk .
The glassiness of his eyes made her stomach sink, the wet of the grass digging into her socks as she tries to process her next words.
“My Nana is gone…” She sobs, and he only blinks.
“Are you crying?” He slurs and she can’t tell if he can hear her or not. When she does go to respond she is interrupted by the sound of Tommy Hagan cackling behind Steve.
He turns to stare at Tommy and Ollie watches in slow time as his chest begins to rise and fall with… laughter. Steve was laughing. At her.
“Via? Helloooo?” Eddie calls, snapping his fingers in front of her face.
“Sorry? What?” She balks, trying to act calm as both of her friends peer at her as if she were crazy.
“We thought you were like…. Dying or something. We have been trying to get your attention for hours.” Cece huffs, tears in her eyes. “Don’t die.”
“Okay, don’t get too dramatic Cecelia.” Eddie huffs, though his face still holds a small but of panic. “She is right though. You went pale and just zoned out for a minute.”
“Sorry. Got caught in my head.” Via answers, tension coiling in her chest as they both watch her with fear. When neither of them seemed to relax she lets out a fake laugh, doing her very best to make them believe it. “I’m fine mom and dad. Take a breath.”
“Fine. Just tell me if I need to go grab water.” Eddie huffs, finally sitting back which makes Cece relax as well, though she doesn’t lay her head back in her friends lap and rather sits against the wood hold of the porch with a skeptical look. One Via notes immediately.
“What were we talking about before I zoned out?”
“We were just catching up.” Eddie mumbles and Via doesn’t miss the way he smears out the rest of the joint, throwing it back in the bag and shoving it in his jacket with shaky hands. “You sure you’re okay?”
“I’m good.” Steve’s laughing face is still deeply engraved in the center of her thoughts but that’s where he stayed whether she liked it or not.
“I was telling Eds about my essay, the one you helped me with? I got an A on it.” Cece mutters, reaching up to smooth out her hair. “Who knew Cleopatra was so interesting?”
“I did…. And Wiley. He gave me the books for the research, you know?” Via smiles as both their faces melt at the mention of her little brother.
“Oh I love Wiley!” Cece blurts, her voice filled with the same tone in which you talk to a tiny kitten. “He’s just so sweet!”
“I don’t understand how Wiley doesn’t have friends!” Eddie snaps aggressively, his face pinched up in annoyance. “That kid is so metal. He rocks and I’ll pummel those kids that made fun of him. I promise you that.”
“That’s a crime, Eds.” Cece reminds.
“Only if you get caught.” He snaps back. “I seriously don’t know what that Wheeler kids problem is.”
“We don’t know it was Wheeler.” Via rushes out, palms outstretched in an attempt to get them both to calm down like they were wild animals. “But the stutter has gotten better around the house. I have no clue what he sounds like at school.”
It was a partial truth. Wiley had developed a really bad stutter due to some bullying at school and over the years he started to avoid talking all together. His stutter had gotten better around their family lately but that was due to the fact that he avoided talking any chance he could. No matter how much their dad pried for conversation.
“We should dress up as middle school boys and sneak in to see.”
“Hate to break it to you Cecelia but you have a very large pair of knockers.”
“EDWARD!” She snaps, sitting up to slap his forehead quickly which makes him gasp out in fake shock.
“That was so rude Cecelia. You truly just hurt my feelings.” He whines, and she rolls her eyes when he smiles at her.
“Grow up, Munson.”
“You first, Miller.”
“Get a room, Mutts.” Via scoffs, moving to stand on shaky legs.
“Get a life, Ollie.” Eddie scoffs back, eyes widening when Via picks up a tiny rock to throw at him, and within seconds he’s scrambling to run away as both girls move to attack him.
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20 minutes later Via stands before the side of the house, two cans of spray paint within her hands as she sticks out her tongue from the corner of her mouth in an attempt to better concentrate. Steve used to say it was ‘frog mentality’ and that she would pass all her classes if she kept doing it. But that was back when Steve wasn’t the devil incarnate.
Cece and Eddie lean against the tree facing the house, both watching my work and critiquing it any chance they get to bother her.
“I would like to remind the group one more time that I am still working on the project. And you shouldn’t judge it until it’s done.” Via snaps out, tossing the red spray paint into the duffel bag and snatching up a different color, shaking it quickly as Eddie tilts his head to admire the work.
“It looks uneven.” He smirks and Cece gasps dramatically. “Eds I was literally about to say that.”
“I hate you both.” Via mumbles under her breath which makes them laugh as she continues on. They begin talking amongst themselves, Cece reminding Eddie about homework to which he argues that he did it and they begin a whisper debate, and at some point Via begins to zone them out and focus on the project at hand. Their words fade out, and the colors become the only thing that matters. They blend together and soon enough a face comes into view, the brick all turning into a portrait of despair.
By the time she steps back all she can do is blink at the creation, smiling from ear to ear as her cousin whistles slowly and walks up to where she stands. “Is that Marilyn Monroe?”
“Oh my god Eddie. It is obviously Marilyn Monroe.” Cece sighs, coming up to huddle next to them both for warmth as each of them fight off shivers. “I cannot believe you did that with spray paint.”
“Is she crying or smiling?” Eddie asks, tilting his head to further admire the portrait.
“Both? I don’t know. I kind of just let the paint take control.” Via admits, face heating as both of them immediately groan out.
“I’m Via and I speak to the paint.” Eddie mocks, pretending to flip his hair over his shoulder before his face goes dead serious. “You’re not….huffing the paint are you?”
“Shut up Edward!” Cece snaps which makes Via smile, laughing a bit until the defense turns against her. “She only does that every now and then. She mostly huffs the bleach for her hair.”
“YOU do my hair!” Via groans, shoving Cece away as she packs up the duffel of spray paint and snatches the polaroid camera from the bag before stepping back and taking a picture of her latest mural.
The second the picture is formed she can do nothing but smile at it.
“Alright, go pose.” Cece giggles, snatching the camera and shoving Via in the direction of the mural. The blonde doesn’t argue, and immediately dashes to pose in front of the brick wall with a wide smile, both her middle fingers pointed to the camera as Cece takes the picture.
She shakes the picture with excitement as Eddie shuffles closer to see it. Once it’s developed they both show their excitement, Eddie with a ‘hell yeah’ and Cece with a loud squeal.
“You look so good!” The brunette laughs.
“Badass.” Eddie confirms and Via snatches the photo to look at it herself.
Sometimes seeing her reflection or photo these days still kind of shocked her, like a stranger she had never had the chance to properly meet.
After Nana had passed she had gone through many changes.
It had started the day she chopped her long hair down to her collarbone, sobbing violently until she rushed to Cece’s house before her parents could see it. Cece’s mother had evened out the chop and helped the girls bleach her hair, since she was a hair stylist.
The pink came from a night at Cece’s house while her mom slept over at her nasty boyfriend's place. Cece had been upset and Via had of course rushed over, they read in one of her lame magazines that color in the hair was the new thing so they started with Via. But by the time the pink had been dyed Cece lost her nerve and had never added any blue to her own.
This led to a fight, one of their biggest, and they went a whole 20 minutes of not talking to each other. It was intense. (Eddie says they are both too codependent. They both tell him to shove it)
Gone were the days of the handmade dresses her Nana used to spend hours making, gone were the days of being bullied over them. Not that Via ever hated the dresses, they were all gifts from her Nana, but she liked that she could grow into her style some more. There were still a couple dresses kept safe in the back of her closet though. Kept safe and hidden.
Cece had taught her makeup…. Well she tried to teach her makeup but the two had very different thoughts on how makeup should look. Cece went for a glam look, foundation and glitter. Via went for a…. She liked eyeliner.
And Via loved her new look, she loved everything about it. She just wishes she had more time to grow into it rather than changing it in one summer.
But it was time things moved forward. Freshman year from hell had proved as much. Harrington and his friends had made it dreadful. And her one best friend…..
“Okay, we need to get out of here before the cops show up. That party is only getting louder.” Eddie reminds. He makes sure everything is picked up and gives them both one more protective look. “I’m gonna go find my sophomores. You two good to get home?”
“Tell Gareth and Jeff I say hello.” Cece smiles, fluttering her eyes which makes Eddie roll his eyes once more. Everyone knew both of them had huge crushes on her, the kind that left them speechless whenever she was near.
“I already told you not to bully my youth, Cecelia.”
“Blah blah blah.” She snaps, leaning to kiss his cheek before moving to walk away leaving Via behind for a moment.
“You okay?” He blurts after a moment, both of them watching Cece walk across the lawn in her heels, yelling in disgust when they keep sinking in the mud.
“Oh my god I’m fine. It was just a zoned out moment. I’ll drive her home and walk.” she sighs in aggravation, twisting the bracelet on her arm nervously. “You can even come knock on our door when you get home to make sure I made it.”
“I meant about the day.” Eddie mumbles, finally turning to her with that knowing look that normally sets her on edge. “I know how…..close you were .”
“I’m fine. It’s just a day.” She laughs, not enjoying the queasy feeling coiling in her stomach or the way her palms seem to itch with sweat. Memories lunging for her, all around that stupid boy with the stupid smile. “Are you okay to get home?”
Best way to handle Eddie is to change the subject to himself, it’s something she had learned pretty quickly. He gets as defensive about being okay as she does. Fight fire with fire.
“How about you call the trailer later and make sure I am alive?” He teases, punching her shoulder. Situation diffused.
“COME ON!” Cece calls, finally having made it to her car. “I WANT DONUTS!”
“CAN YOU YELL ANY LOUDER?!” Eddie calls back, flipping her the bird before turning back to the house. “Go get the princess her donuts. I gotta find the boys.”
“Bye Edward.” She mumbles back, using his full name to piss him off.
“Bye Ollie.” He mutters back in the same tone and the grunt of shock that passes his lips when she punches his shoulders makes her smile. “Fine. Via.”
“And don’t you forget it.”
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September 17th, 1975
“I officially hate 2nd grade.” Ollie mutters, trying to pull away from her mom as the older blonde fixes the pigtails she had sent her daughter to school in.
“I just don’t understand how a crayon melted in your hair Ollie.” She grunts, frustration flashing in her eyes as she picks the comb up from the table to once again try tugging some of the wax out. “Stevie? Did you see her?” “No.” He lies, watching from his spot at the kitchen table with his legs swinging back and forth. “She was on her own for this one.”
That part was true at least.
“Why would you do this Olivia?” Charlotte groans right as Flip comes down the stairs.
“What did Olivia do?”
“Dad! Mom is pulling my hair!” Ollie snitches which makes Steve snort in amusement until she sends a glare his way, promptly shutting him up.
“Don’t pull my baby's hair.” Her father mumbles, coming up to kiss his wife’s cheek before he stops short. “Olivia Diane Fraser. What the hell did you do?”
Steve sits up straight, eyes widening as he begins to panic. His friend was in deep trouble if her dad was using her full name. There is an urge to defend her, to tell her parents that it wasn’t her fault even if he knew it was. And apart of him knew her dad would never raise a hand to her, but there was still that fear, deep in his stomach that made him want to throw up.
“I was making Stevie a gift!” She yells back, her face going red with frustration. “It’s his birthday!”
“Oh you don’t say.” Charlotte laughs, turning to give Steve a wide smile. “Have I said Happy birthday yet Stevie?”
“This morning.” Steve nods, watching Ollie stick her head in the sink to try and get the crayon out again. “You want to see what Ollie made me?”
“Sure.” Flip sighs, dragging his eyes away from his daughter to see Steve hold out a piece of construction paper with melted crayons all over them. He blinks for a moment as Steve smiles like it’s the best art he’s ever seen.
Flip however cannot figure out what it is. He just stares, hoping if he blinks enough the image will come to him.
“It’s flowers!” Steve supplies. “See the wax of the green crayon is the stem and then she was making red and pink flowers with the other crayons and-“
“How the hell were you meltin these?” Flip laughs, turning back to his daughter.
“The sun….. and by pressing them into a lightbulb from a lamp.” Ollie explains, somehow managing to escape her mothers hold and dashing to where Steve sits. “Do you really like it?”
“It’s the coolest thing ever. I’m keeping it.” He smiles, pulling it closer to him.
“Alright. We’ll worry about Ollie’s hair later. For right now the big question is upon us.” Flip laughs, sitting at the table and turning to Steve. “What does the birthday boy want for dinner?”
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September 17th, 1983 Saturday
The mini mart that sat right on the edge of town was probably the worst place to be so late in the night, and this only became apparent to Via when she walked in to find it empty.
Well, not empty. The lights were on and the radio by the register was playing music but there wasn’t another human in sight. It had an unsettling feel to it and for a second she is glad she had the mind to lock the doors to Cece’s car since the other girl was passed out in the backseat with a ‘car blanket’ strewn over her. Via wouldn’t have even stopped for the donuts if she didn’t want a snack herself.
The weed and the liquor both claimed hunger in her stomach.
So, even though it gave her a bad feeling, Via smiled as she used the emptiness of the mini mart to her advantage. Unzipping her purse as she passed through the aisles and shoved some things in it quickly. A small bottle of liquor, a pack of donuts, band-aids, chocolate, matches.
She is debating if she should shove some gum in when the bell of the door sounds out and her attention drags to it, only to find the one person she never wanted to talk to again.
Steve Harrington blinks in shock, eyes wide as he looks torn between holding his ground or running away, his hand still on the door. His mouth opens and shuts a couple times before he clears his throat which snaps her back to attention.
She turns quickly, willing her spine to relax as she lamely stares at the gum choices before her, blinking and waiting.
Finally after a moment the door finally shuts completely and she lets out a breath, hoping that meant he left. She wasn’t so lucky because a moment later his footsteps can be heard as he passes her until he is an aisle away and looking at the selection of chips they had.
The only problem was the aisles barely reached their shoulders so they could still see each other. She was just fine ignoring him, but it seemed he would not let this moment pass.
“Is anyone working?”
“Do I look like I work here, Harrington?” She snarks, snatching up a pack of gum and moving to leave before she realizes that he would probably snitch which meant she would have to pay. Shit.
Turning to make it look like she wasn’t about to leave she waltzes to the counter and rings the bell, ignoring the feeling of his eyes on her back.
“Did you walk here? Or is that your car out there?” He asks again, and though she can’t see him she can hear him moving to another aisle to grab what he needed.
“It’s not my car.”
“So you walked? I can give you a ride to-”
“It’s my friends. I’m fine.” The answer is more of a disgruntled sigh, one that she wishes held more of a bite. She wishes she knew what would hurt him just as he hurt her, wanting nothing more than to make him bleed the very same way he made her bleed. “Besides. Mormon girls aren’t supposed to be with guys without an escort.”
His grunt of shock makes a small amount of pride bloom in her chest as she hits the bell again, a couple times to see if anyone would bother to hear her.
“How’s Wiley? Haven’t seen that kid in ag-”
“HELLO?!” She calls, frustration claiming her as he walks a little closer now, hands filled with items. She takes one moment to see what he’s got. Packs of pudding, a bag of chips, and a slim jim.
“Dinner.” He answers at her look, shrugging a bit. “Fancy isn’t it?”
She doesn’t answer, shaking her head as she turns back to the counter. She would not admit to remembering what day it was, she would never admit anything to him.
Reaching for the bell once more before she is cut short by the lights in the mini mart flickering before going out for a moment, then when the lights come back on Via finds herself blinking at Steve in shock.
He blinks back before a thunk is heard from the bathrooms to the left.
“Has the worker been in the bathroom this whole time?” Steve asks, setting his items down before heading to the door and knocking lightly.
“Seriously?” Via scoffs. “You’re gonna bother their bathroom break?”
“I… well- What am I supposed to do Ollie?”
“Don’t call me that-” A loud thunk from the back of the store catches their attention before a couple cans of coke fall off one of the shelves.
“Nope.” Via grunts, snatching her gum and moving to the door. “I am not dying here.”
Steve is quick to follow her lead, only stopping to grab a box of matches before dashing out the door.
She, like a fool, waits for him to escape before shutting the door behind him and moving to dash to the safety of Cece’s car before he is calling out quickly. “Hey Ollie…via!”
“It’s late. I have to go.” She snaps, rushing to unlock the driver side door. “If my parents find out I’m this close to Hawkins Lab after dark I’m dead.”
“I… I was just going to say I like the….. Hair?” He mumbles, and she risks one look at him, blinking slowly. The nervous look on his face reminded her of the way things used to be, when they dressed up as pirates and detectives. But before she knows it his laughing face is flashing through her memory.
She doesn’t bother responding, giving him a glare before getting in the car and starting it up, leaving Harrington at that stupid mini mart.
It’s not long before they reach Cece’s house, and Via helps her friend stagger inside while doing her best not to wake her little sister that shared the room. She helps get her into bed, tucking her in before leaving the pack of donuts on the nightstand and sneaking out the window.
The walk to her house was filled with memories and anger, her arms wrapped around herself in a lame attempt to keep warm as her boots crunched on the gravel beneath her. For 10 minutes she combed over that entire interaction with Steve, thinking about all the things she could have said.
She could have told him to shove it, or that she hopes he loses all his hair. There were so many options and when her home came into view she had to stop from kicking herself at all the lame responses she had given.
Wiley called this house ‘Grimoire’ since he claims it’s the kind of house you would find in an old warlock's grimoire. And looking at it now, under the little light the moon could offer with the forest behind it, there was no better description. It looked… old and depressing.
The last few years with Nana all their extra money had gone to her chemo and treatments. When she passed they had been a bit…. Panicky to find somewhere new to live. They had no money.
This house had been a lucky find. Eddie’s Uncle Wayne had helped them fix it up a bit when they began renting it and over the summer they tried to make it their new home.
It wasn’t.
Nothing was these days because they were missing someone.
But Via couldn’t think about that right now, not as she climbed onto the stack of milk cartons she set up to help her climb through her window in the one story home, doing her best to keep quiet so she didn’t wake anyone up.
It didn’t matter in the end since the second she closes her window the sound of her door creaking fills the air as Wiley comes into view.
“Hi, Wye.” She greets, smiling softly as she sits on the edge of her bed to unlace her boots. “What are you doing up?”
“C…couldn’t… couldn’t-t sleep.” He shrugs coming a bit closer and sitting at the chair of her desk where all her art supplies were currently strewn about. Her spray painting gear is hidden in Cece’s trunk of course. “W-were y-y-y-you at…”
She watches him take a deep breath in, choosing to focus his attention on one of her drawings to ease himself and not make eye contact so this was less stressful to him. “Were y-you at Stev-ve’s birthday party?”
“No. I was with Eddie and Cece. They say hi and that they love you by the way.” She smiles, throwing her bag on the bed before pulling out the two chocolate bars. “Look what I got you.”
This pulls a smile from his face as he eagerly snatches one from her hand and tears it open.
“Did you talk to that Sinclair kid?” Via asks, watching him closely, watching as his face falls a bit and his cheeks redden.
“T-they were t-talking ab-bout a new c-c-c..”
“Comic? They are reading a new comic? You don’t have it?”
“N-no.” He shakes his head. “Goodnight.”
He gets up and walks out without another word, but he does send her a small smile and she hears the sound of his own door shutting soon after before she gets up herself.
Wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed she heads down the hall and sets the box of matches in the kitchen drawer where her mom complained about being out before she left, and then she goes into the bathroom to switch out the empty box of bandaids with the ones she got tonight, smiling a bit to herself when she shuffles back to her room.
The panel in the bottom of her tiny closet lifts easily, and she reaches in to hide the bottle of liquor she stole earlier, her hand grazing something familiar as she pulls it out. The broken half of a canvas she had made herself years ago.
She remembered the day her dad helped her staple it so she could paint it for her friend, the bob ross picture staring right back at her with a painted figure. It was messy and her work was choppy at best. An ugly painting by an untalented freak.
But it still pulled all the wrong strings to her heart, drawing tears to her eyes. “Happy birthday Steve Harrington.”
With that she shoves the canvas back in the hole and covers it back up before crawling into bed.
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September 17th, 1975
Steve and Ollie sat together at the table, faces covered in Nana’s famous pudding as they giggled over the wax painting she had made.
The wax was out of her hair thanks to Nana pouring half a bottle of lotion in it, now she smelled of lavender and lotion which Steve thought hilarious.
They shared the last helping of Nana’s pudding right now, Ollie letting Steve have most of it since it is his birthday.
“Thank you for the gift. I can’t wait to hang it up.” He mumbles through a mouthful of pudding.
“Happy birthday, Stevie.” Ollie giggles. “You’re my best friend ever.”
September 19th, 1983 - Monday
“That damn tagger did it again Lottie!” Flip Fraser huffs, slamming the newspaper against the table as both his kids shuffle around him to get ready for their day. If he looked up at this moment he might have seen his oldest daughter's humored smile or the way his youngest son gives a fake glare at his sister.
“They did?” Lottie Fraser asks, dashing into the room with her blonde hair flowing behind her. “Show me.”
It was safe to say her parents were both a little too invested in this tagger situation, since ‘the tagger’ first appeared in the paper for tagging the grocery store with a portrait of JFK three months ago. Not Via’s best work but that one was a dare given by Gareth. Ever since they both always waited for the news to reveal more.
“A house outside of town. Closer to Hawkins Lab.” Her dad grunts, shaking his head in annoyance. “And no one saw a damned thing.”
“Oh my…” Her mother mumbles, sitting at the empty chair of the table as she reads the article with her husband. “It is a nice mural though. I can’t tell if Marilyn is crying or smiling.”
Via snorts as she remembers her conversation with Eddie. This draws her fathers attention as he looks at her with a smile, dropping the paper on the table and moving to stand and finish brushing his wife’s hair. “How was work yesterday, Olli….via. Olivia. I said Olivia and everyone heard it.”
“Work was fine, nothing really to note.” Via had applied to the town's movie theater the second she found out they were hiring, saving up money to help her parents and maybe get herself a car. It had mostly been the former whether they knew it or not, her parents never wanted her to ‘waste her money on them’. “It was our senior citizen discount night so not much business. Barely had to sweep up popcorn.”
“Good good.” He smiles, leaning to kiss her forehead as she passes to wash her bowl from breakfast.
“Wye? You ready for today?”
“Y-yes.” Wiley smiles, cheeks red as his dad watches him.
It’s silent for a moment before Lottie leans forward to kiss his cheek. “How has it been going with making friends, baby? You talk to anyone?”
Flip begins braiding her hair, as she continues staring at Wiley with such hope in her eyes.
“Th-they w-were all talking ab-b-b-”
“Deep breaths, bud.” Flip says gently, smiling when Wiley takes a deep breath in before starting again.
“They were all talking about a n-new comic book.” He goes slow, not that anyone in the room minds.
“Do you have the book?” Flip asks, watching Wiley shake his head.
“But it’s f-fine.”
“No bud, you did all your chores this week.” Flip grunts, finishing off Lottie’s hair and grabbing his wallet. Her fathers cheeks redden as he hands Wiley a dollar. “Is this enough?”
Wiley nods, jumping to hug him before running to grab his school stuff.
The rest of the morning falls into one of a rushed panic as everyone races around to grab everything they need. Her mom kisses her cheek and does her best to smooth out her daughter's hair before dashing to the blue car Nana left behind and nodding for Wiley to get in.
Her dad hops into the truck and waits patiently for her to hop in before zooming off to drop his daughter off.
He stops down the street, telling her to have a good day before driving off to let her walk the rest of the way, just as she requested at the beginning of the year.
She passes the familiar car that Steve and all his friends usually hang out around, noting that today he was by himself before walking past him to go into the building.
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September 17th, 1983 - Saturday
Steve Harrington didn’t believe in fate, his mother had spent her days pouring wine and complaining about her horoscope. She claimed fate led her to his father and if that was fate then Steve wanted absolutely nothing to do with it.
But seeing Ollie tonight had to have been fate. There was no other reasoning behind it. What are the chances he would see her on the night of his birthday? It. Was. Fate.
But that hateful, despising look she gave him before leaving? That was gut-wrenching.
It clung to him on the rest of the way home from his trip. He hadn’t wanted to go to the party in the first place, he would’ve rather wallowed in self pity all night like an idiot. But he knew if he didn’t make an appearance then Tommy would have said something, but by the time Steve’s car pulled up he saw the lights of police cars and figured he would just go home.
So he stopped on the way home, where he saw her.
She looked so different, seeing her on the first day of school this year had been a shock to the system already. But that punching feeling he got in his gut every time she made eye contact? That was a mix between guilt and amazement.
Walking into the empty house, that had just finished getting redone, he throws his keys on the fresh counter before dropping his junk on it and slamming his finger in the answering machine.
He already knows there wasn’t going to be any messages, not from either of his parents, yet he still feels disappointed when it’s confirmed. So he reaches into the cabinet and pulls out a candle, throwing one of the pudding cups open aggressively and shoving the candle into the cheap pudding.
“Happy Birthday Stevie.” He whispers, blowing out the candle and eating the pudding before heading up to his room and digging in his closet. There is a box of things he keeps hidden for when his friends come over and dig through his stuff, so they won’t see all the memories he keeps stored away.
The broken half of a beautifully painted canvas is the first thing that catches his attention, the colors blending in his sight as he grabs the sweater knitted for him and tosses it on quickly.
The painting had looked so good, he wondered what Ollie’s paintings looked like now. But before he can think about it too much he slams the lid shut and shuts the light off before heading to bed.
“Happy birthday indeed.” He sighs.
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✮From the start✮ Finale
Chris and y/n have always been inseparable, they’ve always relied on each other but what happens when one of them falls?
Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4
(one year later)
“Hey, Chris.” I call out from the living room. I hear him shuffling in the kitchen before he walks into the room with two bowls of popcorn and a wide grin on his face. “Yeah, baby?” I’ll never get used to that name, I used to think people who used pet names were absolute weirdos, that was until I started dating Chris…Now I’m that weirdo. “Is it my turn to choose the movie tonight?” I tilt my head as I move over on the couch to make room for him. “Yeah, it is. You took away my privilege to choose after I made you watch the exorcist, remember?”
He has a cocky smirk on his face as he plops down on the couch, he makes a little grunt as he does and instantly shoots me a look. “Don't start.” I bite back a grin and turn to face the TV. “What? I didn't say anything…” “You don't have to. I can tell from that look alone.” I try so hard, I really do. It's like second nature to call him a grandpa. I’ve been praying that this is the year he’ll let me dress him up as a grandpa for Halloween. “So, what’re we watching?” He asks, shovelling a pile of popcorn into his mouth in the process. Now…any sane person would say that's disgusting, but I’ve learnt throughout the years that im far from sane. “Oh, I was just thinking of watching an absolute classic.” I say as I click on the movie, the poster flashes on the screen and the title pops up, 13 going on 30. “Oh my god.” he groans and I giggle in response. “Maybe next time don't put on the exorcist.”
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It's now gotten to my favourite part of the movie, the wedding scene. Ever since I was a little girl I would watch this part over and over again to feel something. It was a heartbreaking moment for 10-year-old me, the way Matt kept her dreamhouse after all those years apart always brought a tear to my eye.
I can feel my emotions slowly building up when I hear sniffling above me. My eyebrows furrow with confusion as I lift my head from Chris’ chest and im met with the sight of a teary-eyed Chris. “Oh my god…are you crying?” I can’t help but feel a sense of protectiveness over him in this moment, seeing him like this over a movie is so sweet…pure almost. “Shut up.” He grumbles like a little boy as he sniffles again, bringing a hand up to wipe the tears out of his eyes. I smile softly, I reach out and pull him close to my chest. “It’s okay, baby. Don't be embarrassed.” I whisper into his ear and I feel him slowly relax into my touch.
“ It’s just so sweet that he’s always loved her, from the very start. But they had one fight and it ruined everything for them. It makes me wonder…what would've happened if we ended up like that. I don't wanna marry some chick named Wendy when I know that you love me, you know?” He looks up at me with watery eyes and my heart breaks. “I don't want you to marry some chick named Wendy either. He chuckles.
I watch as his expression changes, a more loving look is plastered on his face, He brings a hand up to gently cup my cheek. The tenderness of his touch sends a swarm of butterflies throughout my stomach “I love you so much Y/n, never forget that.” Before I could even reply he leans forward and presses his lips against mine. The way he treats me in situations like this always makes me weak in the knees, he handles me like im some delicate flower in the palm of his hand. As he pulls away, I take in a deep breath and reply.
“I love you too, Chris…I’ve loved you from the start.”
THE END.
(A/n: AHHHH OMG ITS DONE!!! I just want to thank everyone who read it and actually liked it, this was the first story I’ve ever written so it’s my baby now 👩🍼👶 call me a mother I guess)
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Translation of Anita Mui's 1991 "似是故人来" (It Seems an Old Friend has Returned)
My first sapphic translation! Anita Mui, the Madonna of Hong Kong, has a very special place in my heart. She sang many Golden Age anthems, starred in just as many Golden Age dramas, and was named the "big sister of HK's music industry." Though she never disclosed her sexuality, she was named a queer icon for her androgyny, sexually explicit lyrics, and performance of genderqueer roles. (Think Lady Gaga.)
似是故人来 is the theme song of the 1991 双镯, or "The Two Bracelets," a lesbian love story set in the countryside of southern China. The movie was adapted from the novel of the same name by Lu Zhaohuan, and was directed by Huang Yushan. 似是故人来 was composed and produced by Luo Dayou, with lyrics by Lin Xi, both of whom operated under strict censorship and limited knowledge of the film's plot. According to Luo, Anita Mui was 2.5 hours late to the recording session (which I think is kinda gay), but finished the recording in 30 minutes.
Translation:
同是过路 同做过梦
We walked the same roads towards the same dreams.
本应是一对
We were supposed to be a couple.
人在少年 梦中不觉
I was too young, I didn’t know I was dreaming.
醒后要归去
Now I’ve awakened, and I wish to return.
三餐一宿 也共一双
Three meals, one house, the two of us together.
到底会是谁
Who will you be in my future? (1)
但凡未得到 但凡是过去
I don’t think you’ll ever understand. It’s in the past, after all.
总是最登对
But I’ve always loved you. (2)
台下你望 台上我做
You’ll watch me from the audience, I’ll perform for you onstage.
你想做的戏
I’ll give you whichever story you wish. (3)
前事故人 忘忧的你
Old friend, you who forget your sorrows,
可曾记得起
Do you ever remember me? (4)
欢喜伤悲 老病生死
Joys and sorrows, life and death:
说不上传奇
What are those stories next to ours? (5)
恨台上卿卿 或台下我
I hate those lovers onstage, and I hate myself offstage. (6)
我不是我跟你
I hate that I am not with you. (7)
俗尘渺渺 天意茫茫
This land is so barren. Heaven knows no shame (8)
将你共我分开
To separate you from me.
断肠字点点 风雨声连连
My broken heart beats in my every word. This storm will never end.
似是故人来
Old friend, I thought you were coming back. (9)
何日再在 何地再聚
When will we be here again? Where shall we meet again?
说今夜真暖
This evening was so warm.
无份有缘 回忆不断
We don’t share a destiny, but I’ve never stopped thinking of you. (10)
生命却苦短
This life is so short.
一种相思 两段苦恋
One lovesickness, two bitter hearts.
半生说没完
I’ve spent half a life spent describing you to others. (11)
在年月深渊 望明月远远
Each year is an abyss, I wish upon the moon.
想像你忧怨
And I remember all your sorrows.
俗尘渺渺 天意茫茫
This land is so barren. Heaven knows no shame
将你共我分开
To separate you from me.
断肠字点点 风雨声连连
My broken heart beats in my every word. This storm will never end.
似是故人来
Old friend, I thought you were coming back.
留下你或 留下我在
Did I leave you behind? Or did you leave me behind,
世间上终老
To grow old in this world? (12)
离别以前 未知相对
Before we parted, did we know how much we loved each other?
当日那么好
Those days were so lovely.
执子之手 却又分手
I hold your hand, just to let it go again.
爱得有还无
I don’t know where to find our love. (13)
十年后双双 万年后对对
In ten years, we’ll be together. In ten-thousand years, we’ll be together.
只恨看不到
I only wish I could see it happen.
十年后双双 万年后对对
In ten years, we’ll be together. In ten-thousand years, we’ll be together.
只恨看不到
I only wish I could see it happen.
Translation notes:
(1) 到底会是谁 translates directly to "Who will it be, really?" When placed in conversation with the previous line, this line could mean, "Who will be my partner?" (referring to a love interest the speaker does not yet know/recognize) or "Who will you be?" (referring to the speaker's uncertainty towards their current love interest, and how their love interest seems foreign to them now). The lack of subjects, objects, and pronouns leaves a lot of room for interpretation, so I chose the angstier version.
(2) 总是最登对 translates directly to "Always the right one," or "Always correct." I take this to mean that the love interest has always been the right person for the speaker--hence, "I have always loved you."
(3) 你想做的戏 translates directly to "Whichever play you want to see," referring to the previous line concerning the actress/audience interaction. I chose "I'll give you whichever story you wish" because it sounded better (subjective?) and felt congruous to a number of lines besides just the previous, as well as to the song's meta context. This song was part of a broader love story/movie, after all.
(4) 曾 (ceng) implies something ancient: translated literally, the line is "Have you already remembered?" or "I/you/[subject] already remember." Considering how the protagonists of the movie view their queerness as a sorrow that must be forgotten/left behind, I decided to place this line in conversation with the previous, and go with "do you remember me?"
(5) 说不上传奇 translates directly to "They can't be considered legends," which I believe is a line meant to minimize life/death/old age/illness next to the speaker's love. I thought it was a bit awkward to refer to life/death as legends, so I used the term "stories" and added "next to ours" to match the full effect of the line and its relationship to the previous line. I converted this line into a question because a simple sentence in English doesn't quite have the same power as a short sentence/fragment in Cantonese. Questions do, though, because they feel more accusatory.
(6) The 卿 of 卿卿 (qing qing) can be translated any number of ways: "ministers (of the law)", "wives/ladies," or "lovers." There's a certain heterosexual rigidity implied in the word, which I think any English translation loses.
(7) 我不是我跟你 is the line that confused me the most, because it defies both Chinese and English grammar structures. I tried translating it literally at first: "I am not me with you," or "I am without you," or "Without you, I am not me," before deciding to go with the laziest route. Let me know if there's a better translation, please--I'm still confused.
(8) 天意茫茫 translates to "Heaven's will is wild and vast." The original line implies unknowability, but I used a pretty heavy hand in choosing the word "shame" instead. My academic justification is that shame, accusation, and frustration echo throughout this whole song, and my translation pays tribute to that. My honest justification is that I liked the angst.
(9) There is no object in this line--the speaker just says, "I thought an old friend was coming back"/"It's as if an old friend is coming back." But I liked the addition of an object.
(10) 份 (fen) could mean "to share" or "to separate" or "to share by separating" (e.g. splitting food between people). In this case, I thought it would sound strange to write "splitting a destiny."
(11) 半生说没完 translates to "half a life is not enough." The speaker doesn't clarify what they need the time for: whether to spend with their lover, to talk about them, etc. "Describing you to others" was a big creative liberty of mine, but it's also something that feels very sapphic, and emphasizes the speaker's loneliness.
(12) 终老 has the implications of taking care of one's parents when they are old: a duty, and an emotional labor. Growing old alone, without anyone to take care of you, is a very sad thing in Chinese culture.
(13) 爱得有还无 also translates to "I don't know whether this love exists" and "I don't know whether I have this love." But considering the importance of location, and the importance of journeying/coming/going, I chose "where to find."
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bad buddy fandom getting-to-know-you meme!
I was tagged by @dudeyuri to answer these BB related questions by @fiercynn Thank youuu <3 these are always fun but I often forget to do them u_u
note: i consider "fanworks" to pretty much everything people create related to a fandom, including but not limited to meta/analysis/discussion, gifs, fanvids/edits/fancams, filk, fanart, fanfic, fan food, fan crafts, etc. please include this note with the meme unless you have a different definition
name and whatever you want to share about yourself
I’m Maggie (Magui), from Argentina, in my 30s, just enjoying the creative burst this show (which I love very, very much) gave me until it petters out. I’ve been in a loOOooOOoot of fandoms under different usernames over the years and I tend to delete stuff from the internet without much warning, so save what you like (but don’t repost, please!)
when did you watch bad buddy/join the fandom?
I watched it from episode 1 as it aired and could feel the brain rot spreading week after week but didn’t write fic until the day after the last episode came out, and I don’t think I posted any drawings until one or two months later? But I have the first couple of doodles I made on an old sketchbook after the first ep! (note I needed to write their names to remember what they were)
favorite ship(s)
PatPran and InkPa
favorite character(s)
I really can’t choose so I’ll say Nong Nao.
favorite episode(s)
I have a soft spot for ep 11 - running away together to a safe place, both trying to understand each other, the silly guy scene, Our Song, the imaginary montage at the end, the memory of watching it for the first time and being sucker punched by the ep 12 preview??? perfect all around x_x
favorite scene(s)
Off the top of my head (and in chronological order): the trashcan scene in ep 1, the bus stop role-play, rooftop kiss, the last scene/montage in ep 7, the simultaneous parent confrontation and rooftop meeting in ep 10, the silly guy convo at the beach, the last scene with the tin cans on ep 12 ;_;
one thing you would change about the show if you could
I think everyone answered the same thing but the whole Wai conflict and how they resolved it (including maybe Pat getting shot, though at this point would it really be BBS without Pat getting shot?)
what are your some of your favorite fanworks made by other people?
I'll stick to people instead of particular fanworks, and only those I know for sure are on Tumblr so I can tag them, I'm really sorry if I forget someone!!
@architectxengineer @kit-teung @kornswasianguyswag @miscellar @dimplesandfierceeyes @yourunwiththewolves @icouldhyperfixatehim @fiercynn @charthanry @isaksbestpillow @pransobrave @faillen @jemmo @snickerdoodlles @alexshenry @nanons @mantrisanu
(if you create fanworks) what are your favorite fanworks that you’ve made?
Have I shown you the fridge magnets I made over a year ago? They’re pretty wonky but I think they're cute, considering I don’t know what I’m doing
a song that makes you think of bbs (the ones in the show don’t count lol)
youtube
I'll tag the same people I mentioned above, if you haven't done it and want to:
@architectxengineer @kit-teung @kornswasianguyswag @miscellar @dimplesandfierceeyes @yourunwiththewolves @icouldhyperfixatehim @fiercynn @charthanry @isaksbestpillow @pransobrave @faillen @jemmo @snickerdoodlles @alexshenry @nanons @mantrisanu
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I'm struggling to process his smoking, but not for reasons most people are complaining about. I lost my grandma at a young age to emphysema. The only memories I really have of her are her oxygen tanks all over her home. She couldn't even leave her house because she was oxygen dependent. My uncle has emphysema and it's hard seeing him go through really bad coughing spells. There have been times where I thought he was going to pass out from coughing so hard. My parents have been heavy smokers for 40+ years, so I'm worried about them too. My mom's lips have ugly brown stains on them from all the smoking. My uncle's fingernails are stained brown. All of their teeth are stained brown. It's really hard seeing the people you love look like that and die from that.
Aside from that, I had first hand experience what living with smokers is really like. It's not a glamorous lifestyle. I lived at home with my parents for about 25 years. There is nothing worse than watching the pretty color you picked for your walls in your bedroom turn brown within a year of painting. There is nothing worse than picking up a picture frame of you and your best friend and feeling how sticky it is from nicotine. It covers everything and turns it all brown and sticky. And washing it? Forget about it. Just throw it away. And there is nothing worse than at 13/14 years old going to a friend's birthday party and your friends asking why you smell like an ashtray. And there's nothing worse than your friends not wanting to come to your house because of how bad the smell of smoke. I can't tell you how alienated I felt as a teenager because all of my friends hated the smell of smoke. My parents were the only smoking parents out of my friend group.
All I have are bad memories relating to people smoking. It led to a lot of embarrassment for me. So for me to see JK smoking, all I picture is him at 50 years old looking like my parents and uncle with their stained lips, teeth and fingernails, or worse, being oxygen dependent and dying like my grandma. It's very hard for me to process that JK isn't going to turn out like that. I just keep seeing the negative side of it, and the images are horrifying to me.
I know that he is a grown adult that is well aware of the risks of smoking. It's his decision to ignore those risks. I'm not about to parent him. I don't even know him, so my opinion doesn't matter to him. I hope he's smoking casually, or socially with friends. I hope he's not smoking several packs a day like my family members do. I know how important singing is to him, and I want him to have a happy, healthy, successful career. I don't want to see his career cut short because of the decisions he made in his 20s. I wish he would not only think about today, but also think 10, 20, 30 years down the line. Your body does not stay young forever. The things you do when you're young affect you greatly as you age. Once you hit your 40s and 50s, you wind up regretting a lot of stuff you did in your 20s. Trust me, I know from experience. It's true.
None of what I've said will ever change the way I adore him. I think he is an amazing person, and a wonderful singer. He will always be my bias. I will never abandon him as a fan. I will always support him. But I don't have to support or like every decision he makes. We are all unique and we all have different opinions because we have experienced different things in life. For me, smoking has always been negative. So I come at his smoking from a negative point of view. Somehow I will have to accept it and move on and not let it bother me so much. But for now it's fresh in my mind and bothering me. I hope you can understand why I feel the way I feel.
i totally get it and this is just my opinion now but I’ve also always been surrounded by smokers all my life and I guess for ME I just don’t think of it as that big of a deal. Not to mention, most of us already knew that he vaped and like we knew Taehyung did too y’know and i think Yoongi but im not sure, I guess I just don’t see how it’s that big of a surprise to some [not saying you <3] to see him smoke and then attack him for it. he’s grown and he knows the dangers of smoking and like you don’t have to support his decisions but it’s the people villainizehim for a norm thing that drive me nuts
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WHAT a handsome boy!!!! perfect face perfect ears perfect little guy. today was a High Fatigue day for me despite sleeping 10 hours last night. I did manage to drag myself off the sofa for a very slow 40 min walk but by the end I was like uh will I have to crawl home I’m so tired I don’t know if I can make it. I think I probably need to be eating more protein but I still can’t really get myself to cook with meat… I find it gross to prepare and I don’t always enjoy the taste of it in my food. I did buy some protein powder to mix into morning smoothies though so maybe that will help, and as I cook more I can add more tofu to stuff. three good things I did today:
I finished a book, read half of another one, and then got 140 pages into a third one! I knew today was going to be a lying-around day but I didn’t want to spend it all on my phone as the news is horribly depressing and I always feel worse when I just scroll all day. I am going to get to 75 books for the year for sure but I can definitely make it to 80 if I just get into a good reading habit.
I signed up for a weight circuit training class at this little gym three minutes away from my house. they said they can help me modify stuff for pregnancy as I get further along. I’ve been feeling pretty bad about pregnancy weight gain—I know it’s a natural healthy unavoidable part of pregnancy, but I worked sooo hard to lose 30 lbs a couple years ago and watching the scale creep back up has been making me feel bleh, especially when I’m struggling to get myself out the door for my daily walks bc of Weariness. I’m hoping a small class structure will help create some accountability and also that having someone tell me what to do will make it easier to just do it. I want to do everything I can to get into good shape now so maybe there’s less wear and tear on my body during pregnancy + the recovery period is easier. plus I always feel good about my body when I’m consistently exercising regardless of my weight, so I have a feeling if I’m working out regularly I won’t be as in my head about the weight gain.
I made my 100th recipe in 2023! I think the nausea has mostly passed over so I’m trying to recommit to cooking healthy meals, both because it’s good for me (more vegetables!) and because idk I find cooking very soothing but it’s easy to forget that when you slip out of the habit for a bit. kind of like reading lol.
anyway other than that I snuggled with the dogs a lot and enjoyed the lazy day… god I love a holiday break I can’t wait till christmas. tomorrow I have to draft a rec letter and would like to write a bit!
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OTH 3X05 Rewatch Review
OTH won.
1. I keep forgetting OTH is on Prime
2. IIIIIIIIIIII DON’T WANNA BE ANYTHING OTHER THAN WHAT I’VE BEEN TRYNA BE LATELYYYYYYYYYYY
3. One Tree Hill wants Tree Hill to be a basketball town so badly and doesn’t put in any of the effort.
4. I like how stiff these cheerleaders actually are.
5. “You’re breaking her heart you know that?” I’m sorry, he nearly died and she DIDN’T COME HOME.
6. Lucas, SHUT UP. You were the one who cheated on your girlfriend with her best friend and then dated that girlfriend’s neighbour broke up with said neighbour and went next to that girlfriend’s house RIGHT AFTER BREAKING UP WITH HER NEIGHBOUR
7. Right, I forgot they thought he kissed Haley. I mean, still though.
8. The fight between Nathan and Lucas escalates to an unbelievable point, it would not cause a brawl between the team, that’s dumb.
9. Peyton, if you hate being a cheerleader, stop being a fucking cheerleader, jesus christ.
10. OH MY GOD, A WOMAN WITH ARMPIT HAIR? BURN HER AT THE STAKE.
11. Every time I see Rachel, I think about how me and my friend shipped Jensen with Sophia, I don’t even know HOW that came about but we were like Chad is disgusting and Sophia and Jensen should totally date and get married and Chad can choke and die then we found out Jensen was with Danneel and we were like ....................
12. Chris’ album name is “Keller Instinct”? Ugh.
13. I like how Chris is supposed to be a hot shot musician but also has nothing better to do than hang around Haley and Chris, that’s weird dude.
14. It’s funny I rewatch Veep a lot and this character Jonah who is terrible is about to be offered like hundreds of million of dollars for his website and Selina the protagonist is like:
and every time one of the characters is like “Dan’s running for mayor?? It’s like...” I think of this scene.
15. This shit is SO unsanitary.
16. Dan, you’re running your own campaign.
17. I am posting this without comment and tagging @initiumseries
18. I totally forgot about Gigi.
19. The casting as Ellie as Peyton’s birth mom was a good choice though.
20. Oh God, is Peyton going to see Ellie’s picture of her and be like YoU LiEd To mE!!!! It is this scene right.
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22. (it is).
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24. At least she isn’t crying this time.
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OH MY GOD, PEYTON, GET A FUCKING GRIP
26. I am so done with these scenes, can we move on.
27. Ha.
28. What is this dialogue? What does it even mean?
29. I like how she puts this on Nathan like she didn’t kiss him and insist on working with him and didn’t ask Nathan to come with her on tour
Once again I am reminded of how I like Naley together but build up Naley not so much.
30. “If you work with Chris and end up having feelings for him again, then I guess I have my answer.” “That’s ridiculous, Nathan, that’s not fair!” I mean, how though? You didn’t even say you didn’t have feelings for him, Haley. THIS IS HIS POINT.
31. I like how when Dan actually is mayor it’s not really a catastrophe, unless I’m misremembering.
32. At least Peyton tackles Rachel when she punches Brooke.
33. Like these fights don’t make sense because it’d be an entire team and an entire squad trying to pull apart TWO people of their OWN team/squad.
34. You were slut shaming Brooke like 2 seconds ago, Rachel
35. At least he looks uncomfortable here, with Brooke he looks bewildered and then into it by the very end.
36. This always bothered me because it DOESN’T. MAKE. SENSE. Is it last year or two years ago?
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38. I always found it HILARIOUS that Brooke slaps Rachel and Lucas just watches like damn, Brooke. Doesn’t even go to see if Rachel’s OK.
39. “You know that thing about judging a book by its cover? Well it’s true. Sometimes you gotta read the whole thing” this is the clumsiest shit ever, STOP TALKING.
40. Nathan, why are you lurking by a tree?
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This is an OC intro/fan fiction
Please note that I have never posted somthing like this on here, so a lot of these controls/buttons are kinda unknown for me. Also you can tell where my hands started to cramp BC I’m on phone but I Perfur computer over this.
Warnings: (Oc x cannon) (mention of death) (mention of a miscarried) (mentions of death, gore, cannibalisim) ( mentioned of sexism)
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I remeber it like it was yesterday and not well god damn how old am I? I had to question myself on this a lot I’ve been down here for the longest of time, it felt like I was forgetting life and only remembering death. Well the year was 1910, I was 10 at the time. Ya see we had a land up in New Orleans it’s been passed down from gen to gen, me being a woman (and the time period it was in) I couldn’t inherit this land. My father Henry Trix and his wife (my mom) Mary trix tried to have a boy but nearly every time my mom had a miscarriage, or the child died on birth. When anything like this happened mom and dad got sad for a few days. My dad used to Pat my head telling me “it’s al’ight hun it ain’t yo’ fault.” His acscent was strong. My mother who is a French women hid her accent well. One day I brought home a coon skull fully intact, my dad was horrified but my mom said “c'est parfait!” And made some butifull art with em, you could tell she was happy when the French came out in her. One day it all went down hill my mom caught pneumonia and back then there was no coming out of it. My dad and I sat by her in her final days. As days rose I became more responsible for our land, I hunted, fed our chickens, horses and mule. I was quite the shot dad used to tell me. I could hit a bullseye a mile away!
When summer ended that year I went back to school I was quite intelligent the only thing I could not get down was the sewing classes. I used to prick my finger all the time and for being a straight shot I had some shaky hands when it came to that. One day while out on lunch I sat on the grass trying to sew. I’m assuming somone saw me struggling. That’s when I met this boy he was quite interesting he was smart and charismatic I’m supprised I never talked to him. He asked me if I needed help, I’m which I said “how could you do it, you’re just a boy?” My dad always got frustrated with the needle saying “MEN SHOULD NOT SEW!” We ended up going to a tailor that day. “Oh well my mother showed me how.” He sat by me takeing the needle and cloth out of my hand. “You don’t need to be forceful about it glide your way through take your time.” Id watch his hands it was effortless for him. “My you must be one good shot if your hands are that steady.” I say. “Yes I killed a buck with my dad last week!” I sat and listened to him till lunch ended. I later learned that his name was Alastor, I have heard of him all teachers expressed how courteous he was and how smart. Needless to say we’ve been friends ever since that day.
1920, I was a 20 year only single woman I worked all days to keep our land afloat, had to sell our horses and our chicken was killed by hawks but hey I still have my mule who was now probably 14. My dad passed away from the flu when I was 18, urging me to get a husband but I did not listen. I constantly received threats from the bank and/or cults saying “if you are not married within 30 days your land will be confiscated, no woman should work like this and is not responsible enough for this. “ I ignored. Al and I had a tight bond everyday after his job he’ll come to my home and be with me saying. “A lady should not be out here alone who knows what’s lerking.” Yeah we had the occasional bear and wild cat but honestly nothing a warning shot can’t fix. “Al I know it’s just, I don’t wanna marry but I do? I don’t know it’s complicated.” I say sitting down the tea that I made.
1921: Alastor and I began a relationship, like a lover kind of relationship. I don’t know how this manifested but one day he brought me flowers and asked me out, I loved Al for awhile but never expressed it really, I always thought it was a friendly feeling. I was wrong. We’d go on small dates and sometimes I would just hang out in alastors studio looking through skripts and hearing his voice. He never had days off really. He had is own apartment which ya think a celeb like him would have somthing bigger but nope. We’d read together and he’ll rant about the human mind and how just a simple smile can intimidate somone under some circumstances. Hell I never knew how much inlove with him I was.
1922: I’ve been begging Alastor to come live with me. I never realized how dark it was out there not how creppy it’s gotten especially since that Louisiana killer. He obliged but only at 1 deal, if I marry him never leave Him. The leave him part was kinda creepy he said it oddly but I said yes and made him move in as quickly as possible. Alastor was happy to have none public hunting grounds his words where “meat just taste better.” Which I agree the meat he’s been bringing home off of the couple bucks he got have been good abit chewed but good. I never understood how Alastor found good bucks that don’t taste as gamey but hey who am I to judge.
Jan 1923: sooo figured out the meat I was eating was human, and my husband is the killer but I love him. I helped him in his kills he refused for me to help get the meat off the bones saying “my, what about your dress we don’t need red on it.” I’m pretty sure it’s because my job is more messy than his. We only killed bad people though not innocents! Jhon hulkey used to beat his wife and cheat on her. I lured him out to the bar for Alastor to stick a knife in his throat, I shot maybe 1 or 12 folks but honestly I can’t remeber.
1933: stock market crashed so did my husband, one night as we where barrying a body: to fatty to eat. I was in the hole makeing sure it was deep enough so hounds or wild cats won’t sniff them up. I heard a hun being shot I thought it was Alastor but I was wrong. His thoughts and blood was on my face I did not know what to do except to get in our car and get to the hospital or police station
1934: a year has passed since my husbands death, I still killed only because I wanted his image to be good. I caught the eyes of a cult who killed widowed or unmarried woman, I guess being a celebrity’s wife makes a big target on your back. Anyways I was kidnapped from my own home drugged pretty much to only end up in a cage with men surrounding me in a fox mask and on horses. I was coverd in a white robe I was scared in that moment. When the cage was opened I went into the hill tops holding to live, maybe if I wasn’t barefoot it wouldn’t hurt as bad. These men I knew what these where when the horn blu. They where the fox hunters captured foxes and killed them for fun. I had gotten away for an hour until I heard a hind it latched onto my leg. A tall men on his devilish horse pointed his riffle at me then…
It went red.
A/N: WELL HOPED YA LIKE THIS! Sorry I usually write this on google docs so a lot of grammar mistakes and I did this on phone, I’m sorry if it’s corney and I know Al is OOC with the marriage shit but why not ya know. Honestly she is only in hell because of him but does she love him… yep death dose not due them part. Anyways bye bye!!

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The Great Mouse Detective (1986) Sentence Meme
Under the cut you will find 80+ sentences from the 1986 version of The Great Mouse Detective to use for your enjoyment!
1. “This is my very best birthday.”
2. “I haven’t given you your present yet.”
3. “You’re the most wonderful father in the whole world.”
4. “Little did I know, but my life was about to change forever.”
5. “Come, come. Dry your eyes.”
6. “Oh my, you poor dear! You must be chilled to the bone.”
7. “I know just the thing. Let me fetch you a pot of tea and some of my fresh cheese crumpets.”
8. “The villains slipped this time! I shall have him!”
9. “You don’t understand! I’m in terrible trouble!”
10. “How did you know I was a doctor?”
11. “I believe I smell some of those delightful cheese crumpets of yours. Why don’t you fetch our guests some?”
12. “Drat, another dead end. He was within my grasp!”
13. “Young lady, this is a most inappropriate time.”
14. “He’s a genius, a genius twisted for evil. The Napoleon of crime.”
15. “As bad as all that, eh?”
16. “For years I’ve tried to capture him, and I’ve come close. So very close. But each time he’s narrowly evaded my grasp.”
17. “There’s no evil scheme he wouldn’t concoct, no depravity he wouldn’t commit.”
18. “Who knows what dastardly scheme that villain may be plotting even as we speak.”
19. “Quite an ingenious scheme, eh? And aren’t you proud to be a part of it?”
20. “You can do what you want with me. I won’t be a part of this evil any longer.”
21. “By the way, I’m having the liberty of having your daughter brought here.”
22. “I would spend many a sleepless night if anything unfortunate was to befall her.”
23. “Oh, I love it when I’m nasty.”
24. “You know what to do. And no mistakes.”
25. “My friends we are about to embark on the most odius, the most evil, the most diabolical scheme of my illustrious career. A crime to top all crimes, a crime that will live in infamy.”
26. “It promises to be a night she will never forget.”
27. “It hasn’t all been champagne and caviar. I’ve had my share of adversity.”
28. “For years that insufferable pipsqueak has interfered with my plans.”
29. “I haven’t had a moments peace of mind.”
30. “All that’s in the past! This time nothing can stand in my way! All will bow before me!”
31. “What was that? What did you call me?”
32. “I’m afraid that you’ve gone and upset me. You know what happens when someone upsets me.”
33. “I trust there will be no further interruptions.”
34. “This case is most intriguing with its multiplicity of elements, its many twists and turns.”
35. “You’re certain you’ve told me everything? The slightest detail may be important.”
36. “A crime of the most sinister nature, no doubt.”
37. “No sign of the blackguard anywhere.”
38. “This is not business for children.”
39. “You are most definitely not accompanying us and that is final.”
40. “Not a word out of you. Is that clear?”
41. “The thrill of the hunt, eh?”
42. “Upon my word, I’ve never seen so many toys.”
43. “Don’t let this girl out of your sight!”
44. “Confound it! I told you to watch over the girl!”
45. “Poor girl. I should have watched her more closely.”
46. “Don’t worry, old fellow. It’s not entirely hopeless.”
47. “There’s always a chance as long as one can thing.”
48. “How sweet. I just love tearful reunions.”
49. “Remember it must be ready tonight!”
50. “You mean you’re not mad? I’m glad you’re taking it so well.”
51. “Oh I can just see that insufferable grin on his smug face.”
52. “You delightful little maniac! You’ve presented me with a singular opportunity.”
53. “Don’t be absurd. You look perfect.”
54. “Stay close and do as I do.”
55. “Two pints for me and my shipmate.”
56. “There you are boys. It’s on the house.”
57. “Has a rather nice bite to it.”
58. “Bravo! Bravo! A marvelous performance. Though, frankly, I expected you fifteen minutes earlier.”
59. “No one can have a higher opinion of you than I had. And I think you’re a slimy, contemptable sewer rat.”
60. “I just love your disguise. Really, one would hardly recognize you.”
61. “So help me, I’ll see you behind bars yet!”
62. “You fool! Isn’t it clear to you?”
63. “The superior mind has triumphed! I’ve won!”
64. “You don’t know what a delightful dilemma it was trying to decide on the most appropriate method for your demise. Oh, I had so many ingenious ideas I didn’t know which to choose. So I decided to choose them all.”
65. “Oh, this is wicked. So delightfully wicked.”
66. “See what you can do with the proper motivation?”
67. “It was my fond hope to stay and witness your final scene, but you were fifteen minutes late and I do have an important engagement.”
68. “You should have chosen your friends more carefully.”
69. “Haven’t you figured it out? The Queen’s in danger and the empires doomed.”
70. “Have you been with us long?”
71. “How could I have been so blind?”
72. “We all make mistakes, but we can’t let that stop us.”
73. “He would never have walked into such an obvious trap.”
74. “Pull yourself together! You can stop that villain!”
75. “It’s finally happened! I’ve been outwitted!”
76. “Our queen is in mortal danger!”
77. “As your new royal consort, I have a few slight suggestions.”
78. “I have the power! I am supreme!”
79. “This is MY kingdom! That is, of course, with your highness permission?”
80. “You’re not my royal consort. You’re a cheap fiend and imposter?”
81. “Stay where you are or the girl dies!”
82. “Would you kindly sit down and shut up!?”
83. “There’s no escape this time!”
84. “The games not over yet!”
85. “To be thanked by the queen herself! Oh how very thrilling, eh?”
86. “The case is over. Perhaps it’s best I found my own living quarters.”
87. “You look as if you’re in some trouble.”
88. “Over the years, we’ve had many cases together.”
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Tagged by @thievesandtraitors to list my 10 favorite movies. These aren’t in any order.
My Cousin Vinny - My family and I quote this movie all the time. It’s probably more funny than half the comedies out there. Lawyers have said it’s one of the more realistic courtroom movies, which is interesting.
Dirty Dancing - 2 words: Patrick Swayze 🥵 I also love the songs and the dance numbers. It’s just a fun movie. (Except for like one scene.)
Mamma Mia - my fun, comfort musical. What else is there to say?
Shrek - yeah yeah I know everyone on the internet is obsessed with Shrek. And they should be. I know the word iconic gets thrown around a lot, but Shrek is iconic. The animation held up, the humor is funny for adults and kids, the soundtrack has great songs and when I hear them outside of the movie I always associate them with the scenes their in. It also took four years to make. Iconic.
Easy A - I feel like a lot of people don’t like this movie (at least on here) because of Emma Stone but I just love it. I remember it came out when I was still in Catholic school and I harbored a lot of prude, uptight views and I remember telling my friend I didn’t wanna see it in theaters cause it’s a slut and movie. Lol thank God I’m not like that anymore.
Tangled - my favorite Disney princess movie!! I was so obsessed with it when it came out. I remember when Frozen came out and everyone and their mother was obsessed with it. I was like, um did you guys forget Tangled? Leagues better than Frozen.
Rocky Horror Picture Show - not a movie, an experience. I was not prepared. Watched it 3 times the first week I saw it.
Catch Me If You Can - I’ve seen this one a lot. Plus I love movies based on real stories. This is one of the few Leonardo DiCaprio movies I’ve seen. Plus it’s got Martin Sheen (the first thing I ever saw him in lol) and Amy Adams in smaller roles
National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation - I only watch this around Christmas time, but it’s still one of my favorites. Also very quotable.
13 Going on 30 - I’ve seen this movie countless times. I don’t remember when I first saw it but it’s been in my life for a while, so it just brings me nostalgia whenever I watch it. I just love messages of “don’t wish your life away, growing up isn’t what you think it is” because it’s so fucking true! This is shown when Jenna goes home and tries to become a teenager again while Vienna by Billy Joel plays in the background. I think most people can relate to that (maybe not being exactly 13 or going home, but wanting to be younger or do it all over again.) I also love the scene where she is pitching nostalgia “we need to remember what used to be good” for their new magazine look Not only cause it’s true but it fits with me being nostalgic watching the movie.
I tag @claudiajcregg @joytothegirls (don’t feel like you have to!)
#movies#this was hard#idk if I was supposed to add these descriptions but I did anyway#the 13 going on 30 one was longer than I thought oops#I also had 13 and had to narrow them down#*14#honorable mentions are: when harry met sally thelma and lousie enchanted and ferris bueller#whenever people ask about favorite movies I always feel like I should drop in a few Serious Intense Emotional movies but…I got none#I mean there are movies like that I like but they’re not top 10 for me
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4. Hoare, C. H. (2006). Handbook of adult development and learning. Oxford University Press, Chapter 4, pg 73-98
5. Getzels, J. W. (1974). Socialization and Education: A Note on Discontinuities. Teachers College Record, 76(2), 1-6.
6. Forms of Understanding and the Future of Educational Research, Elliot W. Eisner, Educational Researcher, Oct., 1993, Vol. 22, No. 7 (Oct., 1993), pp. 5-11
7. Kevin K. Birth: Objects of Time How Things Shape Temporality
8. Forgetting due to retroactive interference: A fusion of early insights into everyday forgetting and recent research on anterograde amnesia Michaela T. Dewar, Nelson Cowan, and Sergio Della Sala
9. The consequences of writing : enhancing learning in the disciplines by Parker, Robert P. (Robert Prescott), 1937
10. Josselyn SA, Frankland PW. Memory Allocation: Mechanisms and Function. Annu Rev Neurosci. 2018 Jul 8 PMID: 29709212; PMCID: PMC9623596.
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Karma is the guy on the Chiefs coming straight home to me
Writing this first post from Eli’s mini iPad that Hil lent to me for this trip to Africa, while in the pitch black in my tented king bed at Kifaru House in Laikipia, Kenya. What a sentence! Also, typing on an iPad is much harder than a computer so bear with any formatting problems or typos. It’s 5:26 am and I leave for the morning game drive at 6:30. I woke up at 4 am unable to fall back asleep so I’m just leaning into it. Plenty of time for a nap later.
Well well well! To back up, I’m im Africa for about 16 days for an amazing safari through work. This is one of the perks of the job and it doesn’t feel real. Lots of stress anxiety and prep went into it, and I’m finally here. The flights were LESS than enjoyable - 9 hours Denver to Frankfurt, two hour layover, and another 9 hours to Nairobi. I hit a wall with about 5 hours left in the last flight and wanted to jump off the wing of the plane. Joints ached, stomach hurt, couldn’t sleep or get comfortable, you name it. Thinking of paying to upgrade the way home to economy plus because maybe I’m upgraded cabin category rich? We’ll see! I got in late, around 11 pm, and was whisked to Giraffe Manor in Nairobi. It’s a very famous hotel known for the way the giraffes who live there lean their heads into the breakfast nook and eat off the table. Very on brand for instagram influencers which I BASICALLY NOW AM. I was so grateful for the bed when I got there I barely took in my surroundings for the 12 hours I was there, but I will never forget the amazing shower. Tbh all of the showers so far have been incredible. Powerful, boiling hot, like getting a deluge of hot water with amazing pressure and simply washing away my ~pain. I was treated to a delicious breakfast at Giraffe Manor while the staff tried to entice the giraffes to come nearby despite the rain, and one actually did! I was happily watching another couple take pics with her and then the staff asked if I wanted some too, so I jumped at the chance bc why not?! deeply grateful I put on Glow Screen before breakfast because my skin simply glowed in the photos. It sounds dumb but looking back on rare photos and looking busted is so disappointing - so wear the minimal makeup! You won’t regret it!
My Safari Director, Wesley, picked me up at 10 am to go over to Giraffe Centre, which is the other side of the same fields as Giraffe Manor. That was almost equally cool - I got to hand feed the giraffes there. Tbh Giraffe Manor was awesome, but a little over-hyped for me. People lose their minds trying to book it because it’s so famous on social media, but it’s ludicrously expensive and so so so hard to get. I don’t think it’s worth all of that! My biggest takeaway will be lightly guiding my guests against it now that I’ve experienced it. Maybe not my company’s goal but hey you can’t control my takeaways!!!
We then went on to Sheldrick Wildlife Trust, an elephant orphanage and rehabilitation center. This has been my favorite thing so far. I could talk about it forever. The 27 baby elephants in their care were all located when their mothers died of various causes - poaching, drought. Baby elephants cannot survive in the wild without a mother, as they need to nurse for the first few years of their life. The Trust brings them in for the first few years of their life and takes care of them in their infancy, with the goal of eventually reintroducing them in the wild into a new herd, which is a 5-10 year process. They slowly wean them off milk and give them more and more time in the wild. The elephants come back each night to sleep with their keepers, and eventually don’t come back every night, spending more and more time with their new families until they don’t come back at all. 😭 The Trust has saved and successfully reintroduced over 300 elephants in their tenure, and the elephants will always remember the humans when they see them again. Elephants have got to be the most fascinating creatures on earth, bar none. Maybe octopus come close?! I could have stayed there all day listening to their stories. And this was in the middle of aggressive jet lag so you know it was really gripping!
We met up with my colleague Krista for lunch, who I’ll be spending the rest of safari with. Krista is lovely and we get along great, so it will not be a difficult way to spend 15 days! After lunch we checked into our next hotel for the night, Hemingways Nairobi. In contrast to Giraffe Manor, we book a TON of guests there so it was great to experience it firsthand. I was supposed to take copious notes on every detail of the place but the exhaustion simply did not allow! I’m on day 4 now so hoping it starts to abate soon, but the anti malaria pills I’m on have me all fucked up. They cause crazy vivid dreams and also a need to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. I’m not miserable by any means, but it could be better! Wesley assures me the side effects will stop and I would love that. They make the passage of time weird too. I’ll feel like I’ve been sleeping forever, and will wake up and look at my phone, and it’s only an hour after I went to bed. What?!
Also, yesterday was my little Len’s first birthday. Gutted to miss it half a world away, but my parents took excellent care of her and gave her a “yes” day. The best kind of day!!! She’s a very lucky girl. And she leaves in a few days to go to her two week board and train program. It will be so good for her, but if I think about it too long I’ll cry, because I know she won’t understand where she’s going or why or where her family is. She will adjust because dogs live in the moment but still, sobs.
I have more to write about yesterday and our first game drives - they were so special. But it’s almost 6 and I need to meditate and get dressed! As jet lag continues to improve i hope I’ll be able to blog daily. But holding this little iPad hurts my hands and thumbs. Oh well! Off to see the African sunrise :)
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What a Wedding
Few relationships have impacted my life as much as the one with the girl I babysat. It started at the end of the summer after I graduated high school. I worked at a day camp, and it was nearing the end when I saw a flyer in the front office that said, “great dad, great daughter with great tickets to everything .” As someone who had been babysitting since I was 11 years old, and loved all things concerts, I knew it was the job for me. Even before I went to meet with them, I was elated at the prospect. At our first meeting, the dad told me he ran radio stations around the country, worked 5 days a week, and sometimes traveled for work. He would pay me $10 an hour..in 1994, at 19 years old, I could think of nothing better. I was attending community college and scheduled my classes so I’d be available to pick up my new charge at 2 when school let out. I’d stay with her until 7 or so when dad came home. And so began 8 of the most impactful years of my life. Her Mom and dad had just divorced and mom wasn’t really in the picture. Soon after I started babysitting, she moved to Oklahoma to be near her mom. Carly was an adorable 7 year old with huge brown eyes, missing teeth and the cutest round cheeks. Looking back on our time together I know our relationship served me well. At 19, having to pick up Carly kept me grounded, and young at heart. I drove her to activities, made her do her homework, made plans with her friends for her, made dinner, and all the other things…. I always had a heavy heart that Carly’s mom couldn’t be the one doing those things, but I was happy to step in, and couldn’t ask for a better kid. When they moved to a house with a pool, trampoline, and a basketball net, life with Carly only got better. God I loved jumping on that trampoline with her. Carly started gymnastics and I loved watching her flip around on there. There were 3 sisters who lived next door as built in play mates, and I got to know their family too. All these years later, the dad says I saved him, became my role enabled him to do his job. But they saved and enriched my life in ways unimaginable. I had a breakdown at some point towards the end which I woefully regret(even though I had no control over it)When Carly was 15, her dad was blessed to retire from his corporate job. I was in my teaching career by that time, and Carly really didn’t need a babysitter of course…so it came to an end. Carly was a junior bridesmaid in my wedding and our relationship has continued in some capacity for almost 30 years. I know this bond happens w caregivers, and I’m beyond blessed I got to be a part of it. As for the great tickets, I attended countless pro football games, game 7 of the marlins World Series, the Panthers first playoff game, *NSYNC, and so many more I can’t recall. The best ticket I ever received, however, was this past weekend, to Carly’s wedding. If you wrote a prescription for the type of person I would have hoped for Carly to become, there she is. Im in awe of her humble, elegance, warm and caring personality, and just overall radiance. I cried like a baby when Carly and Bob walked down the aisle(getting choked up just thinking about it now). Forget the father/daughter dance. Carlys best childhood friend and I could not keep it together but we had each other. The night went off without a hitch. I’ve been to plenty of weddings, and maybe I’m a smidge biased but this wedding was put together with care, and it was beyond fun. The food, the decor, the venue, the details. Everyone there was dancing until they kicked us out. And the groom, oh my goodness. If you could order a person who is a good match, Nick would be that person. I get choked up when I read this….my only wish is for Carly to be as happy as she deserves!!
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