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drabblesandimagines · 10 months

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Pining

Clive Rosfield x fem reader, based on this request. Angsty fluff, minor game spoilers.

You’d experienced a lot of hurt in your life.

It had hurt when, days after your 14th Name Day, you’d manifested magick without a crystal. Your father had marched you up to the constable’s office with no hesitation, your mother and sister at the door watching, but not protesting as you were dragged away. Your father wouldn’t even look at you as you sobbed, begging him to forgive you, that you didn’t mean it, but he was unmoved. The hurt of being so easily flung aside by people you thought were meant to love you unconditionally.

It had hurt when you’d been Branded a few days afterwards - strapped down to a table as a soldier had a hand grasped around your throat to keep you still, all whilst the Brand Master inked your skin. It was rare to awaken so late and they couldn’t risk losing such a healthy Bearer to the poisoned black carved into your skin, or so you’d overheard, so it was imperative you did not move. If your face wasn’t burning, your throat was from the taunting squeeze of your windpipe to keep you still.

It had hurt when a series of masters had worked you to the bone from the off. When they’d kicked, punched, whipped you for the days they felt you weren’t performing your best, that you were being lazy, not that you were drained of energy from a diet of scraps.

It had hurt knowing your life had a price, a physical amount of gil exchanged between hands, and one which lessened as you aged. It had hurt when your intoxicated master tried to flog you on the street to afford a few more pints of ale, until Cid came to your rescue.

It had hurt the day you’d had your Brand removed, despite the draught Tarja had you drink in preparation. The Brand removal was necessary when you joined the Cursebreakers – an unescorted Branded was too much of a target, after all. Tarja’s touch was gentle, her scalpel hand practiced and cautious, but it was never going to be pain-free.

All that hurt in your life, but this, you think - as you watch Clive and Jill deep in conversation, the way his eyes seem to light up when she places her hand on his arm - is the worst hurt of all.

You hadn’t meant to fall in love with Clive Rosfield.

There had been many Bearers easy on the eye across the years, but romance was strictly forbidden. Being caught in too close proximity with one another was enough to warrant a beating in many master’s eyes, the guilty parties made example of so much that you didn’t even dare to dream of finding love.

Even after settling down in the Hideaway, you hadn’t thought of it…

Until Clive.

Somehow, over the years, he’d crept his way into your heart, slowly and cautiously, and you don’t know how he did, but he’s there now and it hurts.

You’d met Jill in the infirmary. You weren’t a physicker by any means, but Tarja said your gentle manner was ideal for comforting those who were in pain or sick, so you’d been helping out there when Jill was first brought in, clinging to life.

The two of you had become best friends almost instantly – helping someone in those early days of recovery bonds two like nothing else - and your friendship had only grown stronger over the years. It felt like having your sister back, the jokes and secrets once again shared as she taught you how to braid your hair. You’d sobbed for each other in her room one night - for lost childhoods, lost dreams, lost family.

Before any feelings towards Clive had begun to develop within you, you’d gently teased her about him – asking her if he was her suitor.

“Clive?” She smiled, stifling a laugh. “No, he’s practically my brother. I love him, but not like that.”

Being friends with Jill had led to being friends with Clive, naturally. There had been tears when they’d returned from Drake’s Head sans Cid after Titan’s attack on the Hideaway - tears in relief at each other’s safety and tears for those lost. You’d been one of the lucky ones, escaping with minimal injury and had immediately thrown yourself into helping find and build the new Hideaway on the blighted lake. There was always something to be done – endless carpentry work, covert supply runs, shifts in the infirmary, taking turns making big batches of stews before Molly stepped up to save everyone the stomach ache.

At the turn of the year in the new Hideaway, the ale had been flowing at the Tub & Crown – music playing away on the orchestrator in a rare night of celebration. There was still work to do – the base would require constant maintenance and expansion of course, and not to mention the issue of the Mothercrystals themselves – but the mood was joyful.

Otto had even asked Lady Charon for a dance, much to everyone’s amusement. Everyone had held their breath, bracing themselves for her quick-witted tongue, but Charon had shrugged and accepted his outstretched hand. As they waltzed, others begun to join them, and you watched with an enchanted smile on your face. It felt like almost something out of a fairytale. Gav soon approached your table and extended a hand to Jill in a flourish, she is soon whisked away into the fray, laughing as Gav definitely has two left feet.

An outstretched hand appears to your side.

“May I have this dance, my lady?” You turn to see Clive, not dressed in his full armour, just his white undershirt and leather breeches. He seems softer for it, more relaxed in casual attire for a change.

“I… I don’t know how, I’m afraid.” You shake your head at his offer – you were never a lady of the court after all. Not like Jill.

“I assure you I am very out of practice, so we’ll do fine together. Please?” It must be the ale, you think, as you relent and take his hand.

He pulls you to your feet with ease and escorts you to the middle of the makeshift dance floor, placing his other hand on the small of your back and pulling you close.

“Just follow my lead – like our lessons in the pit.” He smiles, and your heart thuds.

You soon fall into the cautious rhythm – he steps forward, you step back. His eyes flick between yours and behind you, making sure you’re not going to collide into any of the other couples, particularly the enthusiastic Gav. Your face feels hot under Clive’s soft gaze. What is this feeling?

The music comes to an end too soon.

“Thank you, Clive.” You say, softly.

He smiles, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “My lady, the pleasure was mine.”

You stare at one another, perhaps a second too long, when there’s a loud crash – Gav has missed the stool in his eagerness to get back to his pint.

“Who moved my seat?!”

Laughter echo arounds the hall and the moment is lost then, but you remember it with a warm feeling in your stomach, a smile on your face as you drift off to sleep in your bed that day.

And the feeling only grows and grows…

A few months have passed since the turn of the year and life at the Hideaway remains busy – the Fallen relic constantly needs restructuring to accommodate new arrivals of freed Bearers after they had been nursed back to health in the infirmary, before you’d begin to assist them in adjusting to their new found freedom – albeit limited to the confines of the Hideaway - but freedom none-the-less.

Things have been somewhat different lately. Jill and Clive are often out on excursions together and when they are both back within the Hideaway, they have started to secrete themselves away on an evening to his chambers. It’s hard not to feel left out. Dominant business, you’d try to reassure yourself. A Bearer like yourself was nothing like the power an Eikon possessed. Jill doesn’t say what she’s been up to and you don’t pry, but she seems happier recently. Whenever you see her, she gets almost giggly, like she has a secret you’re not privy too.

And now, seeing the two of them sat at the table in the far corner, as if not to be disturbed, conferring closely, the physical contact, it becomes all too clear and it hurts.

“Gil for your thoughts, like?”

You jump at the sound of Gav’s voice and realise he’s stood right in front of you. You hadn’t even noticed him climbing the stairs, so fixated on the moment between Clive and Jill. You readjust the pile of books in your arms - Vivian had asked you to fetch a number of them from the shelves as she poured over the latest correspondences and, wanting to keep occupied, you had agreed.

“Oh.” You force a smile, though your heart is beating a mile a minute. “It’s nothing. I’m tired, I think.”

“That’s no surprise – you seem to be helping everyone at the moment.” He gestures to the books.

“I like to keep busy.”

At that moment, Jill lifts her hand from Clive’s arm and subtly gestures to you, but you keep your eyes focused on Gav. There’s a sweet smile on Clive’s face when he locates you with those kind blue eyes. He nods his head in acknowledgment, beckoning you over with his own hand.

It’s easier to pretend you haven’t seen the invite, that your eyes were fixed elsewhere.

There’s no fun in being a third wheel. You want to be happy for them, but there’s a horrible gnawing in your stomach, a constant lump in your throat. You’re jealous – you know it’s childish, pathetic, selfish behaviour and it hurts because you love Jill, you want her to be happy.

It’s easier to try and keep your distance, you conclude, and head out towards the map room, missing Jill’s puzzled expression and Clive’s crestfallen look.

The next day, they’d been embracing near the stairs to the side of the lift early afternoon – the very lift you needed to get in. Eyes cast down, task in mind, you tried to walk past unnoticed.

“..I don’t know what I’d do without you, Jill.”

The stabbing pain in your chest intensifies as you overhear so you quicken your pace, thinking you’ll get in and hit the lever without notice, but Jill steps in front of you, a warm smile on her face as always.

“There you are. We’ve been looking for you all over.”

“Can’t stop,” the lie comes easy, a false smile plastered on your face in return. “Tarja needs more herbs for the infirmary, so I’m heading to the mainland.”

“Well, allow me to accompany you.” Clive steps forward.

“No need. Cole’s waiting at the dock already for me.” You reply, stepping around Jill and backwards into the lift, slamming the lever with a little more force than strictly necessary.

No-one wants your help today. It’s odd. You’ve been round the Hideaway twice making sure no jobs had popped up since you’d last enquired. Despite everything seeming as busy as usual, everyone reassures you with various iterations of, “All’s in hand, thank you. Why don’t you take the day off?”

Not knowing what to do with yourself, you’d retreated to the solar you shared with Jill. It’s close quarters, true, but enough for two beds and a small dresser, holding a mirror. When Jill hadn’t been away from the Hideaway, you’d taken to getting up early and retiring late, making sure you could only exchange pleasantries about your days – you worried any prolonged interaction would cause your façade to crack. You love her, you should be happy for her, but you’re worried jealousy might poison your words.

You look in the mirror, your eyes immediately drawn to your Brand scar. Jill is a proper lady – elegant, poised, a Dominant, her cheeks smooth and unmarred. They’re perfect together. Why can’t your heart catch up with your head?

The door opens. Jill walks in, pausing as she places her hands on her hips as if she’s caught you in the act of something.

“Come on, out with it.”

“Out with what?” You feign ignorance.

“You’ve been avoiding me for days.”

“No, I haven’t.” You sit down on the bed, picking at a loose thread on the sheet. You should take it to Hortense. “Just busy. You know how it is.”

“You’ve always been a bad liar.” She chides, sitting down on her own bed. “Please. I’m worried about you.”

“I’m fine.” You smile, trying your best to make sure it reaches your eyes under her scrutinizing gaze. “No need to fuss.”

“You rise early, retire late – you’re burning yourself out.”

“It’s not every day. Besides…” jealousy tinges your tone - your will weakened by heartache and tiredness, “..you’ve been away with Clive so much of late, or in his chambers, you wouldn’t know.”

Jill stares at you for a moment, before her eyes widened in realization. “Clive and I-“

You get to your feet, your eyes burning, you can’t hear it out loud. “I’ve got to go.” And you run as if an Eikon was at your heels.

You’re sat at the edge of the a partially constructed platform towards the back of the Hideaway that was slowly being expanded. They hadn’t got much further than increasing the floorspace, but you dangled your legs off the side, watching the waters lap below and let the tears flow at last.

A wet nose nuzzles at your arm, a soft whine.

“Hello, Torgal.” Your voice thick with tears, you rub his soft ears. He accepts your attentions for a moment before he softly trots away as quick as he came, cementing your pitiful mood.

A few minutes pass before you hear footsteps approach.

“Good boy, Torgal.” Clive praises his faithful wolf and you freeze. You can’t run away this time – the only exit being the waters below.

“Torgal kindly helped me to find your hiding place.”

You rub your face with the heel of your hand but you worry it’s too late, that your voice is going to give you away. “Surely everyone hides in a hideaway.” Your attempt at a light-hearted tone sounds a little too forced through the tightness in your throat.

“True.” Hesitation. “May I?”

“O-of course.” You dig your fingernails into your palm, hoping to gain composure as Clive sits down besides you. There isn’t a lot of space on the ledge you had chosen, his knee knocking into yours as he sits.

“We’ve missed your company of late. I hear you’ve been assisting almost everyone here.”

“Always something to do.” You shrug, keeping your eyes fixed on your boots. “Though no-one seemed to want me today.”

“Ah, that was my doing. I asked them for respite – you’ve been working hard.”

“Oh.” Your heart is hammering at the proximity between the two of you. Can he hear it?

“Have I… offended you in some way?” He sounds nervous.

“Not at all.”

“You seem unable to meet my eyes recently.”

You know you should look at him then, to suggest he’s wrong, but they still sting with tears and you don’t want him to see you like this. You don’t want his pity. You can’t answer.

Clive continues. “You seem to avoid me at all costs. Jill believes so too. She says you’re early to rise and late to bed, constantly on the move.”

“There’s just a lot to do.”

“You do not have to do it all.”

You let out a dry laugh. “Says you.”

Another pause.

“Please...” His voice cracks ever so slightly with his request. “Look at me.”

You wish on Metia for strength – you feel he’d stay here all night if he must – and turn. The tell-tale tears on your cheeks highlighted in the moon’s glow.

He looks crestfallen, his hand twitches in his lap – he wants to brush away the tears. “I’ve upset you.”

You shake your head, averting your gaze again. “You haven’t.”

“What troubles you, then?”

“I…” You swallow. “I want something.”

“Then you shall have it.” Clive states, confidently. “After all, you do so much for the Hideaway and everyone in it. All you need to do is ask.”

“No. I… I want something I cannot have.”

“I don’t know about that. We destroyed a Mothercrystal.”

“No, it isn't like that. I really cannot have this.”

“Tell me - please. I cannot stand to see you this way a moment longer.” He places his hand on yours as he leans in – it can’t be deliberate. “I will do whatever it takes to see you smile again.”

A fresh wave of tears threatens to spill and you turn your head in towards your shoulder. It is only there for a moment when fingers grasp your chin so gently, tilting it back towards him and forcing you to meet those blue eyes once more.

“Please.”

You can’t refuse him any longer. The vortex of emotions inside is too much. Maybe - maybe - if you let it out, you could try and move on than wallow forever more in this hole of self-pity.

“I want you.”

He blinks, his expression unchanged. Your heart is beating too fast, you feel sick, things will never be the same again-

His lips are on yours. Clive Rosfield is kissing you. You’re too stunned to reciprocate for a second, but then you pull back, looking alarmed.

“But Jill…“

“What about Jill?” His tone is one of confusion.

“You’re with Jill.”

“I am not." He looks almost amused. "I care for her, true, but as a sister.”

“But the two of you… I’ve seen you. Secret conversations at all hours and…”

“We were talking about you.” Clive looks embarrassed. “I… I felt unable to express my intentions. Jill was determined to give me encouragement. I’ve been trying to get a moment with you all week.”

Your heart is skipping in a confusing way. “Your intentions?”

“You consume my thoughts when you are in and out of sight. I don’t know how you did it. You have been a constant by my side these last few years and I feel myself yearn more for you every passing day.” He places a hand on your cheek. “I was becoming insufferable away from the Hideaway with my talk of you, or so Jill claims.”

Your face is burning red at his sweet words, his soft touch upon your face, the admiration in his eyes. He leans forward again, his lips pressed against yours gently at first as you fall into a clumsy rhythm – both shy and a little unsure at first.

His teeth nip your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth open so your tongues intertwine. You place your hand on his chest – something you’ve only ever dreamed of – and he wraps you up in his arms, pulling you close, kissing you as if he needs it to live.

Clive pulls back, allowing the two of you to catch your breath, before he smiles at you.

“You don’t need to be in want of me, my darling, for I am already yours.”

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 2 days

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Reckoner: Part Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.7k

Summary: Your world is turned upside down when you get in trouble for something you didn't even do. The entire team is in uproar over this but Hotch says he will take care of it. Can he? Or are you doomed to live out the rest of your days in misery?

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

Spencer hasn't stopped thinking about you even after the team arrived on Long Island. He's been stuck in Penelope's office with nothing to do but think about you. Detective Gil Hardesty met Emily and Derek at the newest crime scene.

"It's pretty much how we found it. There are no signs of forced entry," Gil says and leads the duo into the house.

There is blood on the walls that belongs to Ben but it doesn't look like nothing was taken from the house.

"It says in the file that Heather has a daughter. Where is she?" Emily asks the detective.

"She moved to San Diego to live with her real father. Ben and Heather have only been married a couple of years."

"So, Heather came in and dropped her shopping bags, cell phone, and her keys but not her coat." Emily ats out what Heather might have done when she arrived home. She turns the lights on but they don't come on. "She turns on the lights but they don't work because the phone and electricity were cut. Something in this room attracted her attention."

Derek walks over to a big blood stain on the ground and notices something in the pattern.

"What is it?" the detective asks when he notices

"The marks in the blood look like a camera tripod. Serial killers, especially sexual sadists, often document their kill."

"Sexual sadists usually torture their victims while they're still alive," Emily says. "You haven't found any conflicting DNA?"

"No. There are no prints or fibers. There's nothing here."

"Nobody heard any shots?"

The detective's phone rings and he looks relieved at the news he gets.

"Heather was just found wandering the streets half an hour ago. She's at Brookside General."

"Get JJ over there," Derek says and Emily leaves the crime scene. "A killer this sophisticated doesn't leave a living witness without a reason."

JJ immediately heads over to the hospital to talk to Heather before she has a chance to talk to anyone else. Heather is still out of it but she is able to see JJ and talk to her. She knocks on the door and walks in once she hears a quiet "come in".

"Heather, my name is Agent Jennifer Jareau. I have some questions for you if it's okay." Heather nods so JJ pulls a chair next to her bed. "When you came home and tried to turn the lights on, what did you do next?"

It takes Heather a moment or two to think of her answer.

"I saw a light like a flash. I opened the door and Ben was tied to a chair. I think he was dead." She takes a deep breath in and lets it out shakily. "There was another flash. It blinded me for a moment."

"Ddi you see your attacker?"

"No."

"Did he say anything?"

"No. I heard this noise."

"What kind of noise?"

"Sawing. I watched him cut Ben's hand off. Why didn't he kill me?" she cries.

JJ's phone rings and she gives Heather an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry. Excuse me." She gets up and walks to the window for some kind of privacy. "What's up, Garcia?"

"I've been getting to know Heather. I can't tell you her favorite Beatle, but I can tell you she was living la vida unhappy."

"What did you find?"

"Her ex-husband took her daughter Allison out of school mid-term. After that, Heather cut a check for $5,000 to a place called Lewis, Bell, & Peters six days ago."

"Is that a law firm?"

"Family law."

"Hey, how's Spence doing?"

Penelope looks over at Spencer who has been staring at his hands for the past twenty minutes trying not to cry.

"Not good. I'll talk to him."

"Thanks." JJ hangs up and turns to Heather. "Mrs. Vanderwaal, did you move your daughter out of school at mid-term?"

"Yes."

"After that, you filed for divorce from Ben. This man left you alive for a reason. I need to know if these two things are connected."

"A few months ago, I found a picture of Allison on Ben's phone. She was naked."

"Where was it taken?"

"I couldn't tell."

"Did you confront him?"

"Yes. He claimed that Allison sent it to him by mistake. That she meant to send it to another student at her school. It's called sexting," she sighs.

"What did Allison say?"

"She said Ben took it but she lies. Allison is a liar. She caused us a lot of trouble."

"She wasn't lying about this, was she?"

This is when Heather starts to cry.

"No," she sobs.

Heather didn't give much information to JJ, but Rossi is hoping to gain more information from Ben's body at the medical examiner's office.

"The hand removal is less than surgical," the ME says. That means whoever cut it off is either impatient or doesn't know how to cut into a body. "He used a basic double-toothed saw."

"So, the guy we're looking for has no medical training."

"Not the kind I've had."

"One in the heart and one in the brain," Rossi studies the bullet holes. "It's close range. The second one was right up behind the ear. How about gun residue?"

"Surprisingly little."

Maybe it's because the killer was using a .22 small caliber with a small discharge. It's certainly possible. Rossi grabs the file and looks through it to study what kind of bullets are used. He does a double-take and looks closer at one of the images.

"This is weird," he mumbles. "Ballistics can't match the bullets to a gun because there were no rifling marks on the bullet. There's only one explanation for that. This was done by a zip gun."

Rossi, JJ, Emily, and Derek meet back at the police department just in time for Hotch to walk through the doors. The current case can be put on hold for five minutes because they're all worried about you and what's going to happen to you.

"Hey, how did it go? What's going to happen to Y/N?" Derek is the first to ask.

"She's in real trouble. I don't know if I can get her out of this one."

"Why do they think she did it?" Emily wonders.

"I don't know. They won't release the information to me. We haven't been invited in. It's not Federal, and they're not going to discuss details of an open investigation."

"This is Y/N we're talking about here!"

"I know this. I'm trying, Morgan."

"I can make anything Federal. I can try and help," JJ says.

"Thanks. Where are we with this case?"

"Not much into it. We found Heather wandering a few towns over. She's in the hospital now. She told me that Ben took naked pictures of her daughter which is why her daughter lives in San Diego with her biological dad."

"If anyone had the motive to kill Ben, it was Heather's ex-husband," Detective Gil says.

"No, he was in San Diego at the time of the murder, and he has no connection to the other two victims."

"I might have something," Rossi says. "In all cases, the .22 caliber bullets had no rifling marks. Without the barrel being rifled, the bullets would have very little velocity. He would have to shoot his victim point-blank. This guy is using a zip gun. If you know what you're doing, a piece of plumbing pipe of a kid's bicycle pump can be turned into a gun. One in the heart, one in the head. Untraceable, expandable bullets tell me without question that all of these kills were strictly business."

"You mean a hitman? What about the postmortem mutilation?"

"A contract sometimes includes extras. The camera isn't for sexual gratification. It's for proof of death. We could be looking for two people. Maybe more."

"Excuse me," Gil says and walks away from the group.

"I might be able to hit on some old contacts but I'll need to do it alone," Rossi says.

"Contacts?" Emily asks. "Do we want to know?"

"Probably not."

Rossi leaves but the rest stay to discuss the case some more.

"The removal of the hands is as specific as Rita's condition was when she was found, and just as specific as the removal of Bill's genitals."

"There's a message in the mutilations the unsub wants us to know," Hotch says.

There is a chime coming from one of the computers, and Derek accepts the video chat invitation from Penelope. Everyone can see the look of sadness on Spencer's face. He looks up and does a double-take when he sees Hotch.

"Hotch. What happened with Y/N? Is she okay?"

"She's okay but she's in more trouble than I thought. They have a lot of evidence against her but they won't release it to me or anyone that's not on the case. We're trying to push past the red tape."

Spencer looks like he's going to cry but he's not going to do it in front of everyone. Instead, he scoots further from the camera so that Penelope can take over.

"I got something here that might help us with that. Bill was involved in a serial rape case all involving minors, and it never went to trial."

"What about Rita?"

"She's a former social worker. She was fired from the DCFS for gross negligence. In one of her cases, a seven-year-old boy starved to death."

"That explains why Rita was so emaciated when she was found."

"If all the victims were indicated in crimes against children, then we've found a connection," Derek says. "One of the unsubs has access to the crimes of the victims and probably works in the justice system. Garcia?"

"On it."

"Alright, we know what the victims have in common, so we just need to find out who they have in common."

"Wait, this social worker and the suspected rape case were matters of record. Ben's relationship with his stepdaughter is not," Penelope says.

"Unless the stepdaughter told someone else."

"I'll call Rossi," Emily says and walks away.

"I'll have the daughter flown in," Detective Gil says.

When Penelope hangs up the phone, Spencer actually breaks down in tears. She doesn't know what to do or say to make him feel better so she just brings him in for a hug instead.

"What if they actually convict her?" he sniffles. "What if she goes to prison for the rest of her life?"

"That's not going to happen."

"I should be there right now."

"They're not going to allow visitors right now unless you're her lawyer. Spencer, Y/N is smart. She knows she's innocent and that has to be enough right now."

"Hotch says there is a lot of evidence against her. Like what? What could they possibly have? If she's not here, she's with me."

"I have enough faith for the both of us that she is going to be okay. There's nothing we can do right now until we know more. Just wait until Hotch gets back from New York. He'll be able to get more information."

Spencer's scared to go home knowing you're not going to be there. He hates sleeping alone.

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krispyweiss · 1 month

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Todd Rundgren at Andrew J. Brady Music Center, Cincinnati, Ohio, April 24, 2024

Todd Rundgren had nothing to say besides Thank you and We love you, Cincinnati at the end of the gig on Wednesday night in the Queen City. The typically talkative musician instead let a career-spanning collection of deep cuts handle communications with his audience, which on April 24 filled about half of the Andrew J. Brady Music Center’s 2,800 seats.

The Me/We tour is one for the faithful, with long-dormant tracks such as 1995’s subdued “Beloved Infidel” and novelties like 2004’s “Stood Up” returning to the setlist for the first time in ages. “Down with the Ship,” Rundgren’s 2022 joint with Rivers Cuomo, meanwhile, is just getting its sea legs and the goofy sea shanty works well alongside the eclectic sonic smorgasbord that found Rundgren conducting synth strings and soprano sax with a baton on the balladic “Kindness” from 1991, playing a searing guitar solo on 2000’s “Buffalo Grass” and proving his compositional prescience on the now entirely relevant rap-rocker “Fascist Christ” from 1993.

In a nod to any casual fans who may have attended, Rundgren began the encore with the first half of “I Saw the Light” segued into the bridge of “Can We Still be Friends?,” which led into the coda of “Hello it’s Me” before the dramatic fan favorite “The Last Ride” and “A Dream Goes on Forever” ended the gig.

Backed by five long-time compatriots - bassist Kasim Sulton and drummer Prairie Prince; Bobby Strickland on keyboards, woodwinds and programming; keyboardist Gil Assayas; and guitarist Bruce McDaniel - Rundgren played 24 songs over 125 minutes, as the black-clad band was bathed in white, red, blue, green and yellow hues from a generous light show that augmented the selections flawlessly.

Strong visuals notwithstanding, sublime audio, from the band and the venue’s sound system, was the focus. Drawing from more than one-dozen solo and Utopia albums connecting 1972’s Something/Anything? to 2022’s Space Force, Rundgren, per his wont, also covered a diverse stylistic template, as he switched from lead guitarist to band leader who paced the lip of the stage sans instrument and tossed in some EDM in the form of “Flesh & Blood” from 2015’s Global for good measure.

Opening with 1974’s ethereal “I Think You Know,” Rundgren celebrated the nature of his fanatical followers on Utopia’s 1985 dance track “Secret Society” before showing off his grimy guitar and gritty growl on 2008’s “Weakness.”

The initial triptych set the evening’s tone as Rundgren, 75, used his deepened voice to bring the songs into the present while the band provided the backgrounds that tied them to their era. To that end, Sulton and McDaniel joined Rundgren around a single mic for the a cappella “Honest Work,” which hushed any grabbers in the house, and “Hawking” came off as a hybrid metaphysical worship service thanks to the veritable choir and a soaring saxophone solo from Strickland. The passage of time seemed to be a loose theme of the Me/We tour as Rundgren plumbed his discography for songs that explore the unknowable to come up with such tracks as “Lost Horizon” (1985), “Afterlife” and “God Said” from 2004 and “Worldwide Epiphany,” the 1993 celebration of figuring it all out.

The latter got the audience on their collective feet where they remained until the show ended.

Grade card: Todd Rundgren in Cincinnati - 4/24/24 - A

See more photos on Sound Bites’ Facebook page.

4/25/24

#todd rundgren #utopia #kasim sulton #prairie prince #the tubes #bobby strickland #bruce mcdaniel #gil assayas #rivers cuomo #weezer #2024 concerts

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@avlon asked: hello! might i bother you for a question? how are you so small?

' eh --- eh ?! ' hardly even given time to register any shock before the other's questions fly at him . first , second ; red fast-fills the boy's cheeks . initially , ( and admittedly , ) he had felt his spirit perk up with the sparked surprise and faint hope of someone ready to assist . but now he feels nothing but the light sting of a tease and his own inflamed embarrassment .

small ... he wasn't --- that small ! --- was he ?!

' i --- no , i actually only just grew to this height this year ... ' meaning , in other words , that he used to be even smaller than his present stature . ' i-i'm not that short , though --- am i ? some of the other servants --- u-um , nero-san , nobunaga-san , ' no , there were better examples , weren't there ? ' ko gil-kun and paris-kun , they're all shorter than me --- ! '

... though , he supposed that he really couldn't compare to someone who was a fully grown adult already . he didn't want to think about how dark was taller than himself , too ... needing to have all of chaldea's designers , tailors , and professional seamstresses fussing over him and his mystic code clothing was embarrassing enough sometimes !

#avlon #*･ﾟ⊰ ANSWERED. ⊱#FGO.#the maze......

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psicygni · 1 year

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Friends! I wrote this! Second chance romance, hockey players being obtuse, delightful flirting, and of course a very adorable dog who is quite old but is also definitely a puppy.

It's on amazon here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C4V7D5X6

And here's the blurb:

Gil missed his first chance with Sebastian. Now, he has one shot to try again.

Gil Roussin’s goals for his hockey career don’t involve playing for the worst team in the league, so when he’s sent to the San Francisco Sea Lions, Gil will do whatever it takes to get traded.

But the Sea Lion’s coaching staff has other ideas for him, and among them is the last person Gil expected to see again: Sebastian Martin. Once Gil’s childhood best friend, and his first flame, it's been a decade since Sebastian drifted out of his life. Now, Gil needs to convince his ex-boyfriend and current coach to help him on—and off—the ice.

Can Gil and Sebastian work together to get Gil traded? Or will so much time together rekindle the very relationship Gil has spent years trying to forget?

Light up the Lamp is a steamy, m/m romance novel. If you like the hope of second chances and the joy returned passion, then you’ll love this exciting hockey romance as Gil and Sebastian banter, bicker, and flirt their way back to each other.

#writing is fun!#even when it's not fic #sigh I miss fic

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len!! time for me to enable you- TELL ME ABOUT SARANG'S CONNECTIONS >:3 who is significant in her life and why and what does she think of them?? <3

@clemencetaught | FERRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I got so excited at seeing you in my inbox that I pressed a weird keyboard shortcut and got kicked back to dash which is quite something I have no idea what happened, BUT THANK YOU FOR ENABLING ME BECAUSE, GUESS WHAT, MYUNGDAE AND NELL ARE ON THIS LIST, PLEASE HOLD---

Ahem~ This includes canon verse connections & as well as rp partner muses

The Order as a large entity is her most prominent connection, I won't go into much detail because it's just... her position in it is central aspect to her story, so I'd just be spouting wildly if I went into it again here~ BUT I NEED TO MENTION @theimpalpable 's Nae-Gil (fellow knight!!!!!!!!!!!!!) because he's fucking everything to me, they haven't gotten to interact, to establish a dynamic but he means so much to me and I love Alex so much

Sköll/Jeon Hui & Jeon San Her brothers, one you might recognise as another muse of mine, the other is her late older brother; they were a situation of Three, San was a bit older than Hui & Sarang, while Sarang was perhaps only one, two years older than Hui. San was the one she felt she could rely on in terms of a sturdy, present male figure in her life and formative years, even though he was a teenager when she was a child, he still gave her more sense of worth, of being deserving of respect than she could have asked of her parents. She looked up to him, and while she had a propensity for trying to escape the role society demanded of her in lieu of being a yangban woman, she'd actually try to 'play the part' for him, to facilitate his existence as the oldest. She was much more... content, for lack of better terms, in living that womanhood at the time, because even though San's ideals weren't too progressive (as in, he was the type to say 'it is what it is') and since child her had trusted him to want what's best for her, if he thinks perhaps it's best to play along to make sure she can stay safe and live well, she'd felt it easier to go along with it. Hui, on the other hand, was her baby. As someone with the inability to feel pain, Hui had always been a terribly accident-prone child, so he was coddled by the family, Sarang included. She felt protective of him, and since he couldn't be treated like any regular yangban son since he was a mess and couldn't be left alone according to the Jeon's, even as adults they spent most of their time with each other, she as the daughter who'd have to wait to be married, and he as the hopeless youngest. She learned a sense of belonging through him, responsibility, cameraderie. Partners in crime, sneaky siblings with a knack for lying. Her brothers were everything to her and she misses them dearly.

Black Knight/Shin Myungdae (YOU ♥) NOW I do NOT in the SLIGHTEST demand this is an actual connection, but I do need to say that meeting Myungdae has added something to Sarang's character that I couldn't have found without you. Writing her as a femme fatale was 'easy' enough with the setups I already had, but having her face off against a mysterious man with a righteous cause and so much baggage to carry around, especially as the Black Knight before getting to meet him as Myungdae on that bench? Meeting the Black Knight evoked in her this potential of... I can't quite explain it. She's an assassin, a con-artist, but that chess game against Myungdae put her in a new light for me? She seems much more fleshed out, all of a sudden, with deeper motivations, with expressions of sorrow that make me think so much more about her. His class, the way he moves, the way he handles himself, if she ever were to stumble into anything that would reveal that he's an outlaw for good reasons, there's something about getting to figure out how she reacts to Myungdae and Black Knight that is revealing something hidden deep within her. A sense of justice she can't allow herself the luxury of having, the longing of being more than a pawn not just for freedom but also because maybe she wants to be part of something bigger, something good. Maybe she wants to use her skills and fight on the right side for once. It's a very dormant thought, she can't afford looking at it and feel all the frustration that comes with not having the option to follow this path. But even beyond what I'm discovering of her, I just truly love that I get to sneak Sarang a little bit into this verse, THROUGH NELL TOO. Because it's?? It's so very HUGE, it's so incredibly well-written and developed, having any of my muses interact with it makes ME feel like I'm part of something bigger. She truly spends a lot of time thinking about Black Knight, wondering about him, what his deal is, she can't figure him out, but she'd like to.

Nell Jones (@ofgentleresolve tagging even tho it's u so i can Promo™) SAME THING here, not demanding an actual connection, you simply write such amazing characters that they INSTANTLY impact mine; Nell is dragging Sarang through the gutter for the sole reason that, even in those few replies I wrote you, she's forgetting herself. Nell has such an incredible presence, energy when Sarang gets to interact with her, that she has to constantly remind herself of the act she's putting up. It's so easy to get lost in Nell's smiles and awkward demeanour that Sarang constantly analysing it is written out on purpose to underline how hyperfocused she's forcing herself to be, to avoid slipping up and forgetting that she isn't who she's claiming to be, that she can't be allowed to be who she was before Sarang. It doesn't happen often that Sarang will forget... about Sarang. But something about Nell makes her want to. I'M NOT trying to push for anything either, this doesn't have to mean anything, it's just the effect Nell has on her~

Calixtus Orion (@uroborosymphony Lynnie ma chère~) Calista, oh god, Calista, CALISTA!! Have I mentioned -clears throat- -starry eyes- Calista? Lynnie has irreversibly blessed me by allowing me to create a connection to her Calista, this plot, this connection, the dynamic, the fact that I'm obsessed with Calista, everything here is so deep and fucking amazing, I truly lack the words to be able to describe them. She's blessed me with a catalyst, nonetheless. A desire beyond her understandable desire for freedom. Sarang sees in Calista righteous anger, even though she's not kind, even though she's a powerful bloodthirsty unhinged mass murderer and war criminal, Calista is the first in a near endless plethora of encounters to make Sarang feel something, to make Sarang feel human in her inhumanity, make her fear for her life, make her reach for something deep within herself that she does acknowledge but not allow as much outlet as she thinks she does. Yes, Sarang is angry, yes she knows she deserves better, but even that instinct has begun mellowing out, numbing with time. The Sarang we meet today is much more... alive than the Sarang prior to meeting Calista. Sarang had set out to free herself and then nearly lost herself in the drag of routine carried on for centuries. Then, Calista came, powerful, angry, beautiful, and Sarang can't get her out of her head. She's the reason Sarang's fire burns again and no matter who she's with or what she does, she can only bite as fiercely and snarl this powerfully because Calista reinvigorated it within her.

Nakamura Suki (@kamipyre Ferre?? OMG Ferre~ it's you~ ♥) Another God-Tier character design that impacted Sarang two seconds after meeting her. It's violently implied, but did you know that Sarang doesn't have friends? That Sarang never had female friends? That Sarang never got to experience the epic highs and lows of casual friendships? Suki is violently important to her as a character because she's... well, to be honest, simply because of her personality, how she presents herself. Suki drags a part of Sarang out of her that hasn't existed since... before her death? Youthful Sarang, a Sarang who liked to play harmless pranks on San and gang up on him with Hui, who'd get scolded for getting dirty in the internal gardens, who's always been bad-ish at singing but enjoyed doing it in secret just because she was told it was a ginseng thing to do and a yangban lady should not favour the arts (she doesn't, but yknow). Suki makes her... young, energetic. Like she might be allowed to have fun.

Lee Hyuk (@jeoseungsaja ALEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) Here is where Sarang truly gets to shine as the brat she's secretly capable of being. This connection, minute as it may be, AND OBVIOUSLY doesn't have to be official, he simply has impacted her, sticks to my brain like Glue™. Not only because I'm a huge hyurick fan and the idea that I get to interact with both involved parties in this very painful Black Knight verse via the same character, meaning Sarang has met both figures in this fantastic ship that has me glance through the window at you guys just sort of choking on how amazing y'all are, but Hyuk as a whole is completely unlike any personality type Sarang makes herself actively interact with over and over again. She puts up a lot of acts, but when it comes down to it, some just... tire her out. If she were forced to butt heads with Hyuk, she'd probably grow tired of it pretty fast. Truth is, though, she doesn't have to. She just likes messing with him. He's an interesting fella with the most stubbornly kept frown in the entire world, poking and prodding at him to see what might make him burst is fun. Going up to him to mess with his day is like... going to the beach on a day off. It's relaxing and fun. I'm so sorry Hyuk.

Amelia Sinclair (@astremourante Ami I lub you SO SO SO SO SO MUCH) Amelia is... -lies down on the floor- how will I ever be able to explain my feelings for her. Sarang and Amelia are... they're not exactly alike, but they have quite a few things in common that makes it violently interesting to see them face each other. The coping mechanisms, the being made into a weapon, the lack of female agency, the lack of escape, the using charm and physical promises to further goals, the violence. At the same time, though, their backgrounds are very different. Amelia did not have a SINGLE GOOD DAY in her childhood GODDAMMIT AMI; Sarang had been forced into fulfilling Womanhood in a way demanded of her during Joseon but she's never been... abused. Perhaps made to feel slightly lesser, or scolded with cold detachment, but she had a support group nonetheless, she had her older brother as pseudo-father figure, her pain starts when she's effectively an adult. Their trauma is violently different and as such, it impacts them differently, too. So, while they use similar social and actual weapons to fulfil the roles imposed on them, there's no actual guarantee that they'd understand each other as well as Sarang feels they might. There's chemistry here, if I may say that~ but there's also a fundamental misunderstanding on Sarang's part that she's figured Amelia out, or partly at least, that they're very much alike, that now she's just got to figure out who's going to win this game. She underestimates not Amelia herself, but the pain she went through, effectively fooled by how much work Amelia puts into not letting anyone see it. This makes this connection so very fking interesting because Sarang could learn something here, and also because I can't WAIT to see what Amelia's reactions to all this will be, I am obsessed with that woman oh god.

AND.... UH YEAH THIS POST IS GETTING LONG and I think I've covered connections/plots/threads I feel are deep enough that I'm allowed to yell about them, so.... thank you Ferre ♥

#;ooc #clemencetaught #I LOVE that url SO MUCH????? it's SO GOOD Ferre wtHEck #the success;about #uroborosymphony #astremourante #jeoseungsaja #pardon for tagging y'all but ♥♥♥#;answered

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Light up the Lamp by Kit Oliver I really loved Cattle Stop by Kit Oliver, and I also love sport romance, so when I saw Kit Oliver's next book was a hockey romance I was so excited to receive an ARC, and this did not disappoint! We have: - Hockey player gets moved from being third line in a great team to being one of the best players at a shit team - One of the coaches at the new team is the hockey player's ex-boyfriend/childhood friend - Add in a sprinkle of daddy issues and family drama - SO MUCH FUCKING ANGST And I absolutely loved every second of it 😌 I was absorbed into the story from the first page. I don't read a lot of second chance romances, but I DO love a good childhood friends to lovers, AND the conflict of teammate x coach romances, and I LOVE how this book manages to juggle all of those big feelings together to make a really lovely romance story here. And not only is there angst around Gil's relationship with Sebastian, but there's a lot of big feelings around his relationships with his parents and his brothers too, and some fun characters in the San Francisco Sea Lions team and management. If you love Gravity and the Rest of the Story by Tal Bauer you'll also love this!

#booklr #my posts #lgbtqia books #queer books #mm romance #kit oliver #light up the lamp #hockey romance

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kelliealtogether · 1 year

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This beaut is out today and you should go buy it.

Gil Roussin's been traded. From one of the best teams in the league to the worst: the San Francisco Sea Lions. It's not the best situation, and Gil wants to get out of San Francisco as soon as possible, but the move puts him back on the same team as his first boyfriend, the one that got away, Sebastian Martin.

Except Sebastian's not playing anymore. He's one of Gil's coaches. And through a mix-up at the hotel the Sea Lions put them up in, they end up sharing a room.

With only one bed.

Now that they're thrown back together, can they put the past ten years behind them and be friends again? Can they keep things "professional" at the rink after the Sea Lions find out they once dated? And though Gil thinks he's over Sebastian, is he?

(Hint: He's not.)

Ten years is a long time. Gil and Sebastian aren't the same people they were when Gil got drafted and left Sebastian behind at college. Now that Gil has the chance to get Sebastian back, he's not going to give up that opportunity.

But is Sebastian enough to make Gil stay in San Francisco, a place he doesn't want to be?

Light Up the Lamp is a second chance romance chock full of great stuff: friends-to-lovers, mutual pining, there's only one bed, a hint of forbidden romance, and, of course, hockey.

Give it a read. I think you'll enjoy it. 😌

#light up the lamp #kit oliver #mm romance #mm hockey romance

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anxiouspotatorants · 1 year

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The monster is unleashed, time for part two of my Gilmore Girls x Eurovision nonsense with Name Your Gilmore Girls Character’s Favourite Entries:

Lorelai: “Diva” by Dana International (1998), “Waterloo” by ABBA (1974), “Wild Dances” by Ruslana (2004), “Papa Pingouin” by Sophie & Magali (1980), “Diggiloo Diggiley” by Herreys (1984), and “Shady Lady” by Ani Lorak (2008)

Rory: “City Lights” by Blanche (2017), “De Diepte” by S10 (2022), “Push The Button” by Teapacks (2007), “Goodbye to Yesterday” by Elina Borg and Stig Rästa (2015), and “Euro Neuro” by Rambo Amadeus (2012)

Luke: “Trenulețul” by Zdob și Zdub and the Advahov Brothers (2022), “Nesto Sto Ke Ostane” by Next Time (2009), and “Mall” by Eugent Bushpepa (2018)

Lane: “Shum” by GO_A (2021), “Hard Rock Hallelujah” by Lordi (2006), “Stefania” by Kalush Orchestra (2022), “Crno I Belo” by Kaliopi (2012), and “Euphoria” by Loreen (2012)

Dave, Zack and Brian: “Zitti E Buoni” by Måneskin (2021), “We Could Be The Same” by maNga (2010), and “Midnight Gold” by Nika Kocharov and Young Georgian Lolitaz (2016)

Gil: “In My Dreams” by Wig Wam (2005)

Paris: “Amar Pelos Dois” by Salvador Sobral (2017), “Há Um Mar Que Nos Separa” by Leonor Andrade (2015), and “Siren” by Malcolm Lincoln (2010)

Richard and Emily: “Let Me Be The One” by The Shadows (1975), “Nel Blu Dipinto Di Blu” by Domenico Modugno (1958), “Requiem” by Alma (2017), and “Voilà” by Barbara Pravi (2021)

Jess: “Viszlat Nyar” by AWS (2018), “Soldi” by Mahmood (2019), “Goodbye to Yesterday” by Elina Borg and Stig Rästa (2015) and “Boonika Bate Doba” by Zdob și Zdub (2005)

Miss Patty: “OPA” by Giorgos Alkaios and Friends (2010), “Dum Tek Tek” by Hadise (2009), “Miss Kiss Kiss Bang” by Alex Swings Oscar Sings! (2009) and “Flying the Flag” by Schooch (2007)

Babette: “OPA” by Giorgos Alkaios and Friends (2010), “Congratulations” by Silvía Nótt (2006), “I Can’t Go On” by Robin Bengtsson (2017), and “In Your Eyes” by Niamh Kavanagh (1993)

Logan, Finn and Colin (yes, collectively): “Run Away” by The Sunstroke Project ft. Olia Tira (2010)

Dean: “Outlaw In ‘Em” by Waylon (2018), “Slow Down” by Douwe Bob (2016), and “Something” by Andrius Pojavis (2013)

Liz: “L’Enfer Et Moi” by Amandine Bourgeois (2013) (because she’d think she looks like her)

TJ: “Alcohol is Free” by Koza Mostra ft. Agathon Iakovidis (2013) (no he has not looked up the translated lyrics)

Sookie: “Too Late For Love” by John Lundvik (2019), “Fly On The Wings Of Love” by Olsen Brothers (2000), and “Party for Everybody” by Buranovskiye Babushki (2012)

And last but not least, the only European here - Michel: “My Number One″ by Helena Paparizou (2005), “Just A Little Bit” by Gina G (1996), “L’Essenziale” by Marco Mengoni (2013), “Molitva” by Marija Šerifović (2007), and (of course) “Ne Partez Pas Sans Moi” by Celine Dion (1988)

#honestly I haven't even scratched the surface of getting into even one of these characters' preference patterns in Eurovision #if I had the time and the guts to do it I would've made detailed Eurovision voter profiles for each principal character on the show #I am not joking #but I don't have the time so you're all spared #for now #also I do not take criticism on my takes #but would love to hear what other songs you think any of these fictional folks would like #gilmore girls #the potato rants #gilmore girls headcanons #my headcanons #eurovision #gilmore girls au #my au

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Meliodas squeaked and struggled a bit, not expecting the hug, before settling down a bit. His purrs became stronger after that while Zaratrus ruffled his hair before pulling away,

"Now. How's those wings look now."

Gilthunder quickly backed up to give Meliodas room as the demon hesitantly spread his wings, the wingspan taking up almost the entire room and still somewhat damp feathers shining in the light. He carefully beat them, flinging water droplets everywhere to dry them heedless to Zaratrus' undignified squawking and Gilthunder's giggling as they were buffeted. The broken wing flared in pain as he gritted his teeth, but it was necessary to dry the feathers.

Undried festhers are very uncomfortable.

Once dried the feathers fluffed up again, making it so that Meliodas has to try to comb through them again. Zaratrus shook his head, coming up to help him and Gilthunder gleefully joined them,

"Sorry to ruin your work, Zaratrus."

"I'll just have to remember to bathe the wings before preening next time."

"N-next ttime!?"

"I'm hardly going to just leave you to it after spending all this time getting them on order now, Meliodas." Zaratrjs raised a brow at the demon's incredulously look. Did meliodas really expect them to just do this once? He should know better, if not himself than his teammates would assist him, he need only ask.

It was around this time the Sins, sans Ban and finished with what few duties they had for the day, came to visit.

Zaratras, Gilthunder and Meliodas worked together to comb through the feathers again and were done by the time the Sins arrived. By that time, the little dampness that still clung to the wings had also faded.

Meliodas showed the now dry wings off again for his two friends and had to admire how they looked. With dust and dirt gone, they were almost midnight black and if you looked at them in the light, you could see a purplish sheen to them. The demon had almost forgotten what they looked like altogether when properly cared for.

"Woah, they're so pretty!" Gilthunder exclaimed, petting the soft down feathers and admiring the long flight feathers. "Indeed", Zaratras couldn't help but agree. They truly were amazing and not just in size. Despite being so dark, one could clearly see the structure of the individual feathers now.

"Hey, Captain!" King called out as he knocked before coming in. "Woah!"

"Hey guys", Meliodas greeted them, feeling the reflex to hide his wings but being unable to with Gil still hanging onto them.

Every Sins, except for Ban, had come into the room and were seeing Meliodas' wings (or the one not broken at least) in their full glory. And they were truly a sight to behold.

#injured meliodas #also Diane might've begged Merlin for something to shrink her so she could fit into Mels room if you wanna include her

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Buenos Aires, Argentina 🇦🇷! A giant mural of Diego Maradona, the footballer who led Argentina to World Cup victory in 1986, created by the artist Martin Ron in his Capitanes series. Photograph: Anadolu/Getty Images

Obwalden, Switzerland 🇨🇭! The freshly snow-covered Gross Spannort mountain, with an altitude of 3,198 metres (10,492ft) above sea level. Photograph: Urs Flueeler/AP

Somerset, UK 🇬🇧! Engineering teams use the world’s largest crane – Big Carl – to lift a 245-tonne steel dome on to Hinkley Point C’s first reactor building, at the nuclear power station construction site in Bridgwater. The dome is manoeuvred into position on top of the 44-metre high reactor building. Photograph: Ben Birchall/PA

Pucon town, Chile 🇨🇱! The Villarrica volcano lights up the sky at night. Photograph: Cristobal Saavedra Escobar/Reuters

California, United States 🇺🇸! A group of pelicans gang up on a cormorant to poach its catch of the day, in San Jose, California. The much bigger water birds saw the successful hunt, then managed to grab the trout off the cormorant in a matter of seconds. Photograph: Wei Lian/Solent News & Photo Agency/Solent News

People’s Republic of China 🇨🇳! A flock of oriental white storks foraging at a national ocean park in Lianyungang, on China’s east coast. In Chinese mythology, storks symbolise longevity. They are often associated with the god Shouxing, who controls the human lifespan and is also depicted, pleasingly, holding the ‘peach of immortality’. Photograph: Xinhua/Shutterstock

London, England 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿! A short-eared owl hovers while hunting in Staines Moor, near Heathrow, UK. The British Trust for Ornithology notes that although the ear tufts may be invisible, you can identify this species by the black around its eyes, ‘perhaps giving the appearance of too much mascara and eyeliner’. Photograph: mediadrumimages/Lee Tilley

Türkiye 🇹🇷! Flamingos wade in Lake Van Basin in Türkiye during migration. The lake has attracted up to 10,000 flamingos in past years, but recent droughts due to climate change are causing its shoreline to recede. Photograph: Anadolu/Getty Images

Beijing, China 🇨🇳! A giant panda rests on a tree at a zoo in Beijing after a snowfall that prompted road closures and the suspension of classes and train services earlier this week. Photograph: Fanjiashan/Chinatopix/AP

Forever Palestine 🇵🇸 (Illegally Occupied By the Zionist Cunts with the Help of War Criminals United States and the West)! In a photograph taken from southern Israel near the border with the Gaza Strip, smoke rises during an Isra-heili strike on Palestinian Territory. Photograph: Gil Cohen-Magen/AFP/Getty Images

#Miscellaneous Photographs #Around the World 🌎

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ivanreydereyes · 6 months

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Creo que con TODO ESTO TAN REVELADOR en especial SOBRE IDOLOS O MUSICA Y FUTBOL..teniendo en cuenta mi AVANZADA EDAD..EVITARIA ir a cualquier ESPECTA_CULO o ENTRETENI_MIENTO donde se AGLOMEREN LAS MASAS pues es el peor SITIO en el que PUEDAS ESTAR en una SITUACION de EMERGENCIA por cualquier TIPO DE CATASTROFE o ALGO QUE NO AVISA como cuando en minuto 88 del 12_12_04 Desalojaron el BERNABEU por una FALSO AVISO DE BOMBA ..o cuando esté AÑO suspendieron en el ESTADIO METROPOLITANO el partido al PREEVER una FUERTE TORMENTA que no llegó

Todo esto me recuerda a que tras tocar 30_6_92 GUNS N ROSES en el ESTADIO de HELIO_POLIS en SEVILLA junto a FAITH NO MORE [q provocó al público para que les tiraran cosas llenándose el escenario de MIERDA] y SOUND GARDEN [autores de JESUCRISTO POSE y BLACK HOLE SUN del cd SUPER_UNKNOWN] mientras el Ex_dueño del BETIS Ruiz de Lopera devoto de JESUS DEL GRAN PODER grababa un video llamando BANCOS para salvar al BETIS..suspendieron su concierto en el ESTADIO del MANZANA+eRES [4_Julio 1992] x riesgo de DERRUMBE x una supuesta enfermedad del cemento llamada ALUMINOSIS que también suspendió el concierto de GENESIS de la gira WE CAN'T DANCE pero a principio de AGOSTO ya hubo fútbol con el Trofeo VILLA DE MADRID entre Atlético de MADRID vs SAO PAULO en el que JESUS GIL [al que FRANCO indulto por la muerte de más de 50 personas en el derrumbe de un Restaurant en su urbanización de LOS ANGELES de SAN RAFAEL]..condecoro a SUPER_LOPEZ y SOLO_ZABAL [con el q hable en disco CATS donde estaba con SABAS y MOYA] x la medalla de ORO en BARCELONA'92 ..

..al año siguiente si toco GUNS N ROSES en el ESTADIO del MANZANA+eRES pero con SUICIDAL TENDENCIES y BRIAN MAY de QUEEN q se lanzaba en solitario con BACK TO THE LIGHT

Están pasando cosas muy Raras como el coche que marcha atrás entró en el metro MARIA TUDOR salvandose de MILAGRO un tipo por lo que fui a echar un vistazo vestido de ciclista de ASTURIAS o con la CRUZ de alfa y omega

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Top 5 Sci-Fi Movies Streaming Now on Netflix - Where Imagination Knows No Limits

The Call (2020)

Genre: Mystery, Science Fiction, Thriller

Actor: EL, Jeon Jong-seo, Jo Kyung-sook, Jun Jong-seo, Kim Min-ha, Kim Sung-ryoung, Kim Sung-ryung, Lee Dong-hwi, Lee El, Lee Joo-young, Moon Chang-gil, Oh Jung-se, Park Ho-san, Park Hyoung-soo, Park Shin-hye, Ryu Kyung-soo, Song Yo-sep, Um Chae-young

Director: Lee Chung-hyun

Rating: R

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A woman loses her phone on her way back to her countryside childhood home. Once there, she connects an old landline in hopes of finding her lost mobile, only to start receiving weird calls that seem to be from 20 years ago.

On the other side of the receiver is a girl who seems to be in danger. The Call is thrilling, sometimes scary, but also brilliantly shot, and its plot is so expertly woven. It’s a proper movie-night movie.

Apollo 10½: A Space Age Childhood (2022)

Genre: Adventure, Animation, Comedy, Drama, Family, History, Sci-Fi & Fantasy, Science Fiction

Actor: Bill Wise, Brian Villalobos, Buzz Aldrin, David DeLao, Glen Powell, Holt Boggs, Jack Black, Janis Joplin, Jennifer Griffin, Jessica Brynn Cohen, John F. Kennedy, Josh Wiggins, Keslee Blalock, Larry Jack Dotson, Lee Eddy, Milo Coy, Mona Lee Fultz, Neil Armstrong, Nick Stevenson, Richard Nixon, Samuel Davis, Walter Cronkite, Zachary Levi

Director: Richard Linklater

Rating: PG-13

Narrated by the familiar voice of Jack Black, Apollo 10 ½ is a throwback story told with admirable specificity and imagination. Black plays a grown-up Stan, who looks back on his younger years with a mix of fondness and wonder: how did they get away with the things they did then? American suburbia in the 1960s was both loose and conservative, caught between a generation holding on to the reins of the earlier century and one eager to launch into the next.

Stan, as the youngest child of a big, rowdy family, gives us a charming look into the times, as well as a projection of his own fascination: Apollo 11 and the space age. He inserts himself in this monumental narrative and generously brings us along in his fantasy. Sometimes it’s hard to tell whether Stan’s recruitment by NASA is actually fact or fiction, but that’s part of the fun, especially since Stan himself doesn’t seem to mind at all.

They Cloned Tyrone (2023)

Genre: Action, Comedy, Mystery, Science Fiction

Actor: Adam Cronan, Al-Teron, Austin Freeman, Charity Jordan, David Alan Grier, David Shae, J. Alphonse Nicholson, Jamie Foxx, Jason Burkey, Jason Louder, John Boyega, Joshua Mikel, Kiefer Sutherland, Leon Lamar, Megan Sousa, Ryan Dinning, Shariff Earp, Swift Rice, Tamberla Perry, Teyonah Parris, Trayce Malachi

Director: Juel Taylor

Rating: R

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They Cloned Tyrone is a genre-bending gem. It combines Deep State conspiracy theories with sci-fi and social commentary, all while looking like a futuristic 1970s Blaxploitation film. It��s outrageous good fun and pleasing to look at (here is a film that knows how to properly light Black actors), but there are times when it feels too far fetched. The science can get wonky and its commentary on gentrification lacking, but all is forgiven when you have such a strong trio of leads. One of the smartest things They Cloned Tyrone does is pair Boyega with Teyonah Parris, who plays the call girl Yo-yo, and Jamie Foxx, who plays the pimp Slick Charles. They have a fun-loving no-nonsense chemistry about them that makes them easy to attach to and root for. They’re also just very funny, which might be expected of Foxx but it comes as a pleasant surprise for Parris, whose popular turns in Mad Men and WandaVision prove that she’s been severely underutilized as a comic.

Snowpiercer (2014)

Genre: Action, Drama, Mystery, Science Fiction

Actor: Adnan Haskovic, Alison Pill, Chris Evans, Clark Middleton, Dana Green, Ed Harris, Emma Levie, Ewen Bremner, Go Ah-sung, Griffin Seymour, Jamie Bell, Jim High, John Hurt, Joseph Bertót, Kendrick Roger Ong, Kenny Doughty, Ko A-sung, Ko Asung, Luke Pasqualino, Luna Sophia Bar-Cohen, Magda Weigertová, Marcanthonee Reis, Octavia Spencer, Parry Shen, Paul Lazar, Peter Hallin, Robert Russell, Sean Connor Renwick, Song Kang-ho, Stephen Park, Steve Park, Tilda Swinton, Tomáš Dianiška, Tómas Lemarquis, Tyler John Williams, Vlad Ivanov

Director: Bong Joon-ho

Rating: R

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Snowpiercer is an under-the-rader post-apocalyptic thriller that offers the grittiness that many times only Asian cinema may achieve. South Korean director Joon-ho Bong forces audiences to forget that Chris Evans was ever a Marvel superhero, as he leads a revolt of his fellow “low-class” citizens against the self-appointed gentry in a train that contains all remaining members of the planet. With immersive environments and a layered script, this film melds together social commentary and moral discourse in a visually arresting and vastly entertaining package.

Okja (2017)

Genre: Action, Adventure, Drama, Fantasy, Science Fiction

Actor: Ahn Seo-hyun, Ahn Seong-bong, Amber Snow, An Seo Hyun, Andreas Fronk, Ann Evans, Barbara Wallace, Bettina Skye, Boyd Ferguson, Byun Hee-bong, Byun Heebong, Carl Montoya, Cho Wan-ki, Choi Hee-seo, Choi Woo-shik, Colm Hill, Cory Gruter-Andrew, Daniel Henshall, David Bloom, Devon Bostick, Eha Urbsalu, Erik De Boer, Faith Logan, Giancarlo Esposito, Han Yi-jin, J. C. Williams, Jake Gyllenhaal, Jamar Greene, Kathryn Kirkpatrick, Kim Chul-moo, Kim Moon-hak, Kristoffe Brodeur, Kwak Jin-seok, Kyul Hwi, Lee Bong-ryeon, Lee Jung-eun, Lena Avgust, Lily Collins, Lynn Marocola, Martin Lo Rimorin, Michael D. Joseph, Michael Mitton, Milo Shandel, Myles Humphus, Nancy Amelia Bell, Niall Cunningham, Park Jeong-gi, Park Keun-rok, Paul Dano, Pavla Tan, Phillip Garcia, Rebecca Husain, Rickland Powell, Seo-Hyun Ahn, Shirley Henderson, Steven Garr, Steven Yeun, Tilda Swinton, Waris Ahluwalia, Woo Shik Choi, Yoon Je Moon, Yoon Kyung-ho

Director: Bong Joon-ho, Joon-ho Bong

Rating: TV-MA

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Director Bong Joon-ho (Snowpiercer) does something quite amazing with the $50 million budget Netflix gave him: he makes a simplistic movie. But man, is it good. Okja tells the story of a “super pig” experiment that sends genetically modified pigs to top farmers around the world. In Korea, a farmer’s granddaughter forms a special relationship with one of these super pigs (Okja). When the company who originally ran the experiment want their pig back (performances by Jake Gyllenhaal and Tilda Swinton) – the two find an ally in an animal advocacy group led by Jay (Paul Dano). This is a straightforward movie, but nevertheless it is entertaining and full of thought-provoking themes and performances from an excellent cast.

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