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i-love-you-all · 2 years

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Hey there! I was wondering if you could do some Yoru x Phoenix angst based on one/some of these songs? Your writing is so neat! (Modern baseball - Your Graduation / Modern baseball - Re-do/ The Front Bottoms - Be Nice To Me / McCafferty - Sellout)

Hi! I ended up going w Your Graduation :)) Hope you enjoy!

I don't write a lot of phoenix or yoru, so I hope this is ok :)) (side note, anyone else feel like riot is purposely promoting both Phoenix/Yoru and Phoenix/Jett? I mean it def gets the interest up ig?)

~800 words, Angst with no happy ending, break ups, leftover feelings, lying to themselves and each other.

“So… What are you saying?”

“It’s done. No more.”

Those were the words that seemed to shut Phoenix up. Nothing else ever got him to stop talking, yet four words left him speechless.

“But…”

Yoru didn’t hear what he had to say next. He was already out the door. He left as quickly as possible because somewhere in the scorn, the disgust, and the frustration, was a small seed of hurt. And if he stayed in the room there was no telling what it would grow into.

It didn’t stop him from thinking about Phoenix though. Didn’t stop him from daydreaming about him, didn’t stop Yoru from taking a deep breath every time he caught a whiff of his cologne, didn’t stop his heart from pounding against his ribcage, begging to be let out so that it could run back to Phoenix, Yoru’s pride be damned. And none of this was helped by the fact that they were here for a mission, so no matter how hard he tried, Yoru would still run into him at the range, in the dorm wing, and in the break room.

But now, right now, Yoru was looking up at Phoenix, two ends of a staircase and lots of space between them. They were going to talk.Why did that sound like such a bad idea coming from Phoenix’s mouth? Yeah, he had just caught Phoenix complaining to Jett about everything. They stood there at the top of the stairs for how long? And he was just going on and on about how he was homesick and how he missed his apartment and his music and his set up. He droned about being a sad drunk, when everyone in the protocol knew that was false, and he complained to her about not knowing if he could be like this forever.

Be like what?

He was likely about to find out.

“You fucking miss me.”

Yoru still shot first though. Better strike first than to strike back, after all. It’s a fact. A statement. It’s undeniable and uncomfortable, but it still probably shouldn’t have been said.

“Now if we’re done here—”

“Don’t fucking turn your back on me,” Phoenix stopped him. “We’re not done.”

He was being cruel, but there was a pathetic self-satisfaction he got in the split-second Phoenix’s eyes caught his. At least he wasn’t the one on the verge of breaking down, so that had to count for something, right? He sighed but faced the golden-brown eyes that pleaded with him.

And if he had been caught staring right here in this position just twenty-four hours ago, Yoru might’ve given in.

No, he needed to leave first, he needed to walk away and rub it his stupid face that he was ok. He was absolutely ok, and he wouldn’t turn around to look back because there was nothing wrong here except that even the thought of walking away hurt like hell. Why? Well, he could think of why it would hurt, but it wasn’t a question of ‘why did it hurt?”. This was a question of self control, and why can’t he walk away?

Yoru had only managed to turn before Phoenix spoke up. “I don’t get you.”

“What?”

“Yoru, man, I… What else do you want from me? Everything I had you took. My time, my attention, my body. I would’ve given you anything. You even have my heart.”

Yoru was going to respond, but Phoenix cut him off. “I’m not done. I can see you, you know? I see it on your face or your eyes or whatever. But I know you think I’m acting stupid, and I am. I’ll admit it. But it’s all because of you.”

A moment of silence where Yoru is just staring up at him.

“What else do you want, Yoru? What else could I give you?”

You weren't the only one who thought of us that way

And he knows that Phoenix is right. He knows that he loved him back despite their differences. He knows that he loved Phoenix the same way Phoenix loved him. He’ll never admit it though. Someone, whose name and face had long faded into obscurity of his memory, had once said that his flaw was that he had an inferiority complex. He had brushed them off as jealous of him at the time. But here, his feelings and shared memories laid bare between them without anything to hide behind, he finally had to agree. He would never accept those feelings. And it was time that Phoenix just moved on. For both of their sakes.

“Cat got your tongue? You gonna say anything, mate?”

God, he hated whenever Phoenix would call him mate or bruv or any of that. He almost laughed.

“Fine, whatever,” Phoenix said, unable to stand that silence any longer.

And the bright, loving, compassionate Phoenix… walked away. Yoru never imagined that he’d see the day where Phoenix would walk away first. Nor did he ever imagine he’d see the day where he was actully letting the fireboy go.

But go ahead, Yoru thought bitterly to himself. Go ahead and walk away.

They were both going to mourn the same that night anyways.

#I mean... if you want to imagine a happy ending #the possibility is there #i just thought that was a good line to end it lol #valorant #valorant fanfiction #valorant phoenix #valorant yoru #phoenix #yoru #phoenix/yoru #my writing #requested #answered asks

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imaginethathaikyuu · 5 years

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beachboy (2)

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part 1

real quick: this is really different. if you dont like it, hey that’s okay. i’ll have more of my usual stuff out soon. just trying out a new style, new povs, yaknow. experimenting.

this series will be a 3-parter. all based off of beachboy by mccafferty as well as loosely based on other songs by them - this one, bottom.

edit as of august 4th, 2020: please, don’t go listen to those songs and don’t support mccafferty as the lead singer (nick hartkop) is a piece of shit for multiple reasons, and i am sad to say that one of my favorite stories on this blog is inspired by music made by him. i debated taking these down after learning about the problems within this band caused by the man mentioned above, but i think i would rather use this space to spread awareness. where i once promoted mccafferty, i am now denouncing them. if you want know more information about this, this linked video is a great starting point for information. but take this as your trigger warning: some things mentioned are graphic, involving extreme manipulation and domestic abuse.

thank you for reading and i hope you understand why this note has been added.

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it’s loosely tanaka x reader. very tanaka centric. reader is hardly there - just as, like, a storytelling vessel. but there are fem pronouns!

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He was trying to leave without any issues. He was trying to get out of there without seeing someone he never wanted to see again. Before that feeling in his gut came back.

Just knowing Kiyoko was there was enough to cause his anxiety to peak. Knowing that he was on the same property as his ex girlfriend was almost too much - almost.

Seeing her walk out of the party with the man she’d left him for? That was too much.

“Get in the fucking car now or I’m leaving -”

“It’s a van,” Sugawara corrected.

“You sound more angsty than usual - ohhh.”

As soon as she shut the door, Tanaka started the engine and sped off. He could hardly see the road thanks to the tears clouding his vision, but he wiped them away and just drove.

He wished that he could drive away from all of those memories. And that he could leave his emotions at that washed up party. And that something could take away the pain he felt.

Except none of that was possible. And fuck, fuck, fuck - he couldn’t handle it.

Until he felt a hand on his leg, and the touch pulled him out of the hole he was sinking into.

“Are you okay? Just tell me you’re okay and maybe start driving a little better, please -”

“I’m fine, just shut up - shut up.”

He’d focus on getting all of his friends home. He’d think about the details of the night later; actually, he hopes he’ll be too exhausted by then to think about anything.

None of them gave him any trouble this time, surprisingly. Either they were too drunk or it was too late in the night, he wasn’t sure which one - he also didn’t care.

“Thank fuck that’s over.”

But he’s still got this giggling girl in the passenger seat.

“Were you going to spend the night with Suga or something? Is that why you came?”

“No, I came to keep you company.”

He wasn’t sure what made her think he needed company; maybe she was just another person who felt bad for him. Everyone was feeling bad for him these days - hell, he felt sorry for himself.

Although, they apparently didn’t feel bad enough to stop inviting his ex to parties.

“God dammit,” he said, without even realizing he said it out loud.

“Ryuu?” she asked, and for the first time in a long time, she actually sounded just like he remembered her voice sounding.

“What.”

“Are you… okay, Ryuu?”

And she was one of the only ones who still called him by that nickname; just more proof of the aged friendship he had with her.

“I don’t know. Why are you even asking? I don’t know.”

She was looking at him so intently, while he was still staring out of the windshield at Sugawara’s house - they had yet to leave.

“No, I’m not fucking okay. God dammit.”

He was so not okay that he couldn’t stand it.

“Everything fucking sucks - parties suck. My friends suck. She fucking sucks.”

He was so not okay, in fact, that he was yelling at his high school best friend about it.

“I know you loved her a lot -”

“No shit, Y/N!”

Finally he looked over at her, and even though he’d just lashed out at her, she wasn’t taken aback. She was calmer than she’d been all night, in fact.

“So you’re allowed to be sad about what she did to you! Because that fucking sucks, Ryuu!”

“No shit,” he said again with a sigh, sitting back in his seat.

“I’m just saying that… it’s okay. And you’re okay, or - you’ll be okay. And I want to be there for you.”

He wasn’t sure how to reply, so he didn’t. He didn’t understand why she still cared about him, especially because he was the reason the friendship got fucked.

Rather, his failed relationship with Kiyoko was to blame. But specifics didn’t matter anymore.

None of this mattered anymore - he shouldn’t be thinking about things that happened in high school. It was too long ago. It shouldn’t matter.

“Ryuu… I want to help you feel better.”

It was years ago, in fact. Back when his hair was much shorter, when he didn’t have his ear pierced, when he couldn’t handle his liquor.

Except he still couldn’t handle his liquor. And he really wants to shave his head again - the undercut wasn’t working anymore. He likes the earring, though.

“Ryuu?”

He gripped the steering wheel tightly; he could hear the leather rubbing against his skin.

“I just want this feeling to go away. I just want to forget about her.”

And then her hand was on his leg again - he wasn’t exactly sure what that gesture meant, but he’d put the pieces together eventually.

“Let me help you feel better.”

“Nothing will help.”

“I’ve... helped you feel better before. Remember? Let’s just do that again.”

And then she was kissing him; he didn’t know why or how or when, but her lips were on his and for some reason, he was kissing her back.

This would have been much weirder if this was their first kiss, if her lips didn’t feel so familiar.

“Your lips taste the same,” she pulled away to say, a giggle light on her lips.

He didn’t know what she meant; he’s sure his lips didn’t taste like cigarettes in high school, because he didn’t start smoking until college. But he didn’t care. She could say whatever the hell she wanted to say - he didn’t care.

Then, he was kissing her - yet again, he didn’t know why. Maybe because someone else’s lips would get his mind off of hers, maybe he could convince himself that she was a better kisser than his ex. Maybe she actually would be.

“I live down the street.”

Yeah, and the back of the van was right there.

“Okay.”

And he knows where she lives - she didn’t have to tell him.

#tanaka ryuunosuke #tanaka ryuunosuke x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader

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Making Performance 2 Final Blog Post

When starting the process of our Titanic piece we had a lot of key themes, ideas and issues. We started with the idea of having drowning as our key theme because we could use that to our advantage with visuals and direction but after a few conversations with our tutor we decided that the theme drowning is a very broad subject that needed to be cut down so we focused on one specific theme and idea. For the next week we met a couple of times to decide on our theme, which is were we came up with death and but after trying to explore that idea it still didn’t sit right with us, so after a while we combined all of our ideas and came up with the theme and idea of loss because even though our characters didn’t die the night the titanic sank, our characters all lost a part of them self in one way or another.

Owen McCafferty’s play Titanic is set in a courtroom with a lot of characters coming in and out to be questioned. My group and I decided that we would also want to set our piece in a courtroom with one person questioning all the witnesses from all different angles of the titanic sinking. Through our meetings and class times my group discussed doing a lot of visuals that we would use throughout our piece including the motif of water and the use of a candle to show our theme of loss. With our motifs we had a lot of creative vision for our piece and they all worked really well within our piece but because we had it set in a courtroom some ideas didn’t make sense but we used enough for our motif of water, when it came to the motif of the candle we decided to start our piece with a candle that we blow out and to end our piece with a candle that we blow out to show the theme of loss and a sense of connection between all of our characters.

We had a lot of creative breakthroughs within our process of our piece, to me I feel that our biggest breakthrough was when we found our theme of loss. When we found that everything clicked into place, we found more visual ideas for our motif of water and we also found the symbol for the candle making it a motif to show that a light went out in all of us that night even though none of our characters died.

When it came to the dramaturgical decisions we used a lot of lightings to convey our meanings and themes. At the start of our performance we all (apart from the two lawyers) had no lights on and were seen from the candle light before it was blown so straight from the beginning we had the theme of loss by having a part of us blown out. From there the two lawyers had their main lights on when questioning the witnesses to show power and authority whilst the witnesses on the stand all had a spotlight to show the guilt, fear and interrogation of what happened. My group and I used the candle light again at the end to show the final loss after the audience had heard all of the different stories of the night in question.

The play Titanic by Owen has a drama and history genre because of the questioning of the characters that were on the Titanic to find what exactly happened that night and who and what was responsible the night of the disaster. Owen McCafferty is originally from Belfast in Ireland who got inspired to create a play to hear the survivors stories of what happened and who was responsible the night the Titanic sank.

Titanic, too, has its base and selfish figures (the capitalist Cal Hockley, his man-servant Lovejoy, and White Star executive Bruce Ismay)

At 11.40pm on 14 April 1912, the RMS Titanic, on its maiden voyage from Southampton to New York, struck an iceberg. At 2.20am the following morning, the ship sank. 1,517 people died.

In response to the disaster the British Government ordered an immediate inquiry and Lord Mersey was appointed commissioner. The British Wreck Commissioner's Inquiry sat from 2 May to 3 July 1912. It took testimony from 97 witnesses.

Owen McCafferty's Titanic retells the survivors' stories, using dialogue taken word-for-word from the hundred-year-old accounts.

Titanic will provide ‘true lies’ about the past in order to bring us closer to that remote era than mere facts, documents and salvaged artefacts ever could.

https://youtu.be/_xKDRmhp6lQ - survivor interviews

The Titanic lies 12,600 feet underwater. The ruins of the Titanic lie nearly 2.5 miles beneath the surface of the ocean, approximately 370 miles off the coast of Newfoundland, Canada. The ship broke in two, and the gap between the bow and the stern is about 2,000 feet in the sea bed

The iceberg that hit the ship may have jutted out 100 feet above water. The iceberg that the Titanic collided with is speculated to have been anywhere from 50 to 100 feet above water. The entire iceberg is believed to have been between 200 and 400 feet long.

Over half the people on board could have survived if all of the space available on the lifeboats was used.

Only three of Titanic's four funnels worked. The robust ship's four funnels were partially for show -- only three of the funnels ejected soot. The other was merely used for ventilation purposes and added a certain majestic aesthetic to the ship.

The first lifeboat was released an hour after the iceberg struck. It may seem like common sense for a ship to immediately release safety lifeboats upon hull breach. The Titanic, however, did not release its first lifeboat until an entire hour elapsed.

The ship carried 2,223 passengers and crew. Of the 2,223 people aboard the Titanic, 1,517 did not survive the collision with the iceberg. The ship was not even at full capacity -- it could hold more than 3,500 people.

The ship was just under 900 feet long. The Titanic measured 882 feet and 9 inches in length, making it the biggest vessel of its time. Today, the largest cruise ship is Royal Caribbean's Symphony of the Seas, clocking in at nearly 1,200 feet long.

The ship burned an estimated 825 tons of coal per day. The Titanic was far from a light craft, weighing some 46,000 tons. This behemoth of a vessel burned a reported 825 tons of coal per day in 159 furnaces that heated 29 boilers.

Less than a third of all people aboard the ship survived. Only 705 of the 2,223 passengers and crew members made it back home. Some 61% of the passengers who survived were first-class guests. Less than 25% of third-class passengers survived.

This semester we watched two different live performances:

The first was a show called ‘Shakesqueer’ by Tom Marshman. Tom Marshman used a lot of techniques to create his online performance, one technique that was used was camera movements and angles to create his creative vision. He also told his story not only through one camera but a hidden one on the other side of his clothes which also had a mirror effect to reflect on the different sides of the story. The way he told the story with the different angles and camera movements and effects, it made me feel a part of his journey and also his closet of clothes. There were a lot of deeper meanings in the show which I loved because they made the show a lot more interesting than it already was when you noticed them, Tom also used a comedy effect to convey his deeper meaning. Us as a group took influence with the different camera angles and movement from Tom Marshmans piece.

The second show was called ‘Sherlock and Homes’ by the theatre company Shark Teeth. I really enjoyed this piece of theatre because it explored the different ways we can work with an online performance in today's day and age. The company used a lot of breakout rooms and their chatbox to get the audience involved and make it fun. Shark Teeth’s piece was a murder investigation and we the audeince had to figure out who was guilty for the muder. They combined a lot of stories and reasons to make it more playful. My group and I took influence from this piece, not necessarily in the fun of it but in a way to make it more interesting and to keep the audience engaged with facial expressions and the way some characters speak to get their point and story across.

Another online performance we used took influence from was from a performance last semester that used shadows to create the creative vision. As soon as one of my group members brought it up we all knew straight way that we wanted to use it to create chaos and dramatic content.

Throughout the process of creating our titanic piece I had a lot of visual ideas to bring the piece to life but I found it very hard to communicate my ideas when it came to writing the script so my group and I decided to “assign” job roles that but we would all have a say in every bit of the roles throughout. My weaknesses throughout the whole process was communication with my group about how I was feeling. I also feel that communication was and is something that we could have worked on as there were some disagreements and miscommunication in our group. I feel that despite our differences one of our group strengths was that we worked well together and got through it and put on the best performance we could. My personal strength in the performance I felt I used my voice well for my character because of her status in society at that time, I felt as though I used the dramatic triangle well in the sense of one of the voice over in the last bit, Lady Duff Gordon and the audience knew something no one else knew.

If I could go back and do the whole experience again I would try and communicate better with my group and also push a lot more of my ideas as most of them were dismissed because it ‘didn’t’ fit the writer's intentions.

During the process of Titanic I learnt a lot especially when it comes to group work, but also a lot about camera angles and movement. I have learnt to not be afraid of trying things like delivering a line with a different eye line and how to create an intense piece on an online platform.

Flipgrid videos

https://flipgrid.com/c2034044

https://flipgrid.com/5bdacef7

https://flipgrid.com/dca59a75

I chose these flipgrid videos because they played a very big part in our piece. My group and I used a lot of the clips in our main piece to create the creative vision we wanted. We used these clips because we played a lot with the water motif and I feel that it brought our characters more to life.

Social Media Page link:

https://www.instagram.com/titanicbathspa/

Bibliography

http://owenmccafferty.com/

http://owenmccafferty.com/titanic

https://www.dramaonlinelibrary.com/person?docid=person_mcCaffertyOwen

https://www.theguardian.com/stage/2012/may/02/titanic-scenes-wreck-inquiry-review

https://www.irishtimes.com/culture/music/2.681/titanic-scenes-from-the-british-wreck-commissioner-s-inquiry-1912-1.512907 (Crawley, 2012)

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