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kuroshitsuji s4e1/ED thoughts
ok yall now that it has been over 24 hrs and I've seen the ep over three times, I have THOUGHTS. mostly very positive, everything was beautful to look at and the 1:1 comparisons between the manga and the anime made me very happy as a veteran kuro fan that had to live through the mess of s1 and s2 plots (even tho they might have a sentimental place in my heart just because of nostalgia).
but i wanted to come on here and yap about the ending theme and how it encapsulates sebastian and ciel's complicated and very interesting relationship. idk abt yall but im a big fan of the op and ed this season!
first things first just to get this outta the way, I dont interpret them as a ship so please dont come in here with that interpretation 👁️ I'm serious .
that being said -
the ending theme is beautiful in both its animation and what it says about the butler and earl's relationship. I'm just gonna get the gushing outta the way first but it was aesthetically GORGEOUS in its animation. the way ciel fell so gracefully and the colors with SID's music is cinematic perfection. the change in animation style is very easy on the eyes as well! gg cloverworks animation team!
this has been marinating for a while, but what really gets me is the scene where ciel falls. he is falling into darkness, when it suddenly becomes lighter, with the sun illuminating the clouds. sebastian "saves" him and they fall together across this very pretty backdrop.
the demon might've caught him, but that doesn't prompt him to rescue ciel, to stop him from falling to his death.
sebas instead gently takes ciel's hand to guide him there. he gives ciel a false sense of security, of trust, catching the boy when he's at his darkest place, but instead of saving him, he drags him to down to his hell. he is deceiving ciel with a beautiful view and promises in their contract that will ultimately hurt ciel. its cruel and will only lead to pain for our earl.
sebas is a demon (obviously) who is leading ciel to his doom, but the path they take is twisted and tragic but strangely beautiful like the gorgeous sky in the ED.
ciel enjoys the power and omnipotence he has with sebastian, knowing full well the demon is leading him to his demise. he knows that this relationship will end him being sebastian's dinner. ciel knows he can't trust sebas, but does anyways because sebas is the only person who can't hurt him until he inevitably does.
the fall might result in an ugly death, but the view is pretty nice on the way down. the beautiful sky colored with deception, manipulation and misplaced trust.
yeah, sebastian will end up hurting ciel the most at the end, but the boy doesn't care at the moment. sebas is the only ""person"" who knows him with all the ugliness of his past, yet still protects him, serves him, and doesn't treat him like a helpless creature. so ciel is forced to place trust in a fundamentally untrustworthy creature knowing he is inches away from the demons bared fangs.
sebastian helps him survive his living hell now and get what he needs to get done, so he doesn't care what happens after. his descent to darkness becomes much more beautiful as a result.
shippers may have one interpretation (which I'm NOT a fan of...), but this is how I see it, and I think it makes this ending all the more impactful and tragic. but here I am, and I'm enthralled by the beauty and can't look away.
anyways, thanks for reading my brain dump, and looking forward to ep 2 folks!!! hope yall liked my micro analysis/semi organized gushing, and r enjoying this kuro renaissance as much as I am! here's a professor michaelis for reading this far
#kuroshitsuji#kuroshitsuji analysis#ciel phantomhive#sebastian michaelis#black butler#shoukuzai sid#professor michaelis#kuroshitsuji public school arc#kuro spoilers#kuroshitsuji s4#kuroshitsuji ED#do not tag as ship :/#not ship#my two cents do with it what u will#gateau au earl#long post
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I remember hosting the poll about how many people who followed this account knew who Byakuya was in his source and I believe the sample I got was 90% (from memory) and that’s TERRIFYING /POS /LH like y’all know who he is AND STILL LISTEN TO MY “i love my husband, he’s gentle with me” talk?? LMAO, legends /Gen
Y’all know his chapter 2 atrocities and ARE STILL HERE??
#I still have to complete that character analysis and story carrd redoing stuff so y’all know I don’t pull crap out of my ass#but yk me lol#okay I’ve fully out my two cents into chapter 2 anyway before#// he’s actually the most justifiable charcater that did something immoral during the KG and himestly don’t blame anyone#natural human behaviour to act as all the killers did. they were victims to an impossible us versus them situation#none of them would do what they did in reality outside of the KG (evident from D//RS and U//TDP)
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I am genuinely obsessed with my friend and I don't know how to cope with it. I spend all day thinking about them at school, drawing them in the corners of my books, namelessly talking about him to my other friends, when I think about going home I just think about talking to them.
Then of course when I get home we'll exchange a few messages and he'll leave to talk to their other friends, so then I'm upset he doesn't want to spend every possible moment with me. But instead of just doing something else, I put on some music and just wait for him to get back, because I don't have any hobbies or anyone who'll want to talk to me or really any actual life outside of my friends.
I've realized they spend a lot of time on amino, so I've made an amino account to watch them talk to other people with. I know its wrong and weird but I feel empty without him and what they don't know can't hurt them, right? I'm a fantastic friend otherwise, always there for them and interested in what he has to say. They're really nice to me but never gives that back in return, though I can't bring myself to be mad at him most of the time.
I sleep at 2am to say goodbye when they go to school, and wake up at 7am to greet him when they get back. I make them gifts and tell him I love him. I'd tear up my entire life for them (not like there's much to tear up anyway) I feel like my only worth is being useful to them
This is half vent and half cry for help please does anyone know what I can do. Anyway anyway byeeee have a good day
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#long post#i'm not the best person to give advice but my two cents would be:#find things to do for YOU!!!! that have nothing to do with them!!!!#what if you look for an amino group(?) for something that you like? :]#ask your other friends what they're reading/watching!! ask them if you can watch it with them!#sounds like this person is taking up a lot of ur brain space. the thing that helps imo is to find other things you can engage with#the goal isnt to make feelings go away! but to form a support system of people and things/hobbies that are uniquely yours :]#like im being so serious rn but this is your chance to fuck around. try knitting. join that weird club at school. do things cuz they're FUN#you like music? invite a friend to a concert or a music shop!!!!#<- i'm wording this so bad but i'm hoping you get the gist BWHAGAHAH#the thing that helped me manage breakups was hanging out w/ friends. lets u think abt other things + find other things you love#<- the context is different of course but i think the idea is the same!!!!
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good morning! give me your opinions on ... okay this is hard i'm trying to come up with something that a) is a decent question that's not just "do you like honeydew milk tea" or something and also b) i genuinely don't know your take on for real. and the problem is that we yell about our takes at each other like daily. um.
okay how's this. open ended. in your opinion, what's the best vibe for tim's hero identity in the future? (not like rebirth future but like. the general postcrisis sandbox where we prefer to live.) any thoughts on names, costumes, etc?
...but also now that i'm thinking about it. in your opinion whats the best cold bevvy?
Hii<3 its good u specified not rebirth actually bc for rebirth i have no idea theyve made him so boring i cant think of anything that could be fun, but in a pre flashpoint future.. Im trying to think of something that would be thematically appropriate/something i can see tim coming up with but im so stumped bc both robin and red robin have been someone elses first and tim feels so tied to being a legacy guy, which isnt bad but. U know. I will take anything but robin at this point. Ive seen cardinal and rook around and i think you mentioned red heron once? Which are all great i enjoy them and i would love to see them. Britta and i also talked a lot about rosefinch but thats for a specific au... The thing is all these feel very random? I like them but i dont think tim would google a list of birds and just pick one he wants to be now (which is what i do. When trying to come up with a new tim identity) like i would like it to be something thats meaningful, like nightwing got offered to dick with a fitting story and robin is already a symbol, but i cant think of anything for tim rn.. It doesnt even have to be a bird tbf as much as i love a good bird. So im open to ideas i would love to hear what takes people have on this
Design wise i think ive been pretty loud about how much i love red robin in my ideal (and laziest) world i would simply keep that suit but thats not how it works.. I would definitely keep the cowl thats my one strong stance of the costume. Like aside from the fact that its sick in a freak way it is actually a good mask that conceals the face which. I know comics dont tend to care about but i do and i like it so<3 I also like this second design i think something like that could be fun it would never happen in rebirth but a girl can dream basically predictably enough my ideal costume would just be a modified red robin costume
Best cold drink imo.. Pineapple juice. Mango juice. Those multivitamin juices. I love a good cocktail a lot also a friend has unfortunately got me into hell (energy drink) and the cherry flavored one especially rules
#Ty rimi<3#Idk i understand why people dont like red robin as an identity but i do. I think its fun#Yea yea it was a punishment and he picked it as a temporary thing but sometimes things change and u grow into it. He could make it his#Thats my argument for red robin in general but i know thats not what anyone wants to hear#I definitely agree that red robin as a name isnt great bc its just 3 letters away from robin and u cant really change the name and keep the#Costume thats not really efficient#But these are my two cents for red robin. I think it doesnt have to be that black and white#I tend to fall back on red robin in my fics mostly bc i dont like making up completely new identities for reasons above#I dont think its bad to be clear. It just never feels right to me personally. Maybe i just need to be convinced of one#Like for kon supernova simply works! It fits perfectly#Also i like red as a nickname which is also why i like red heron. Its cute#Ask#There is just no drawbacks of red robin costume to me. Unnecessarily long cape? Perfect. Cowl? Yes. The boots? Beautiful#Useless bandoliers? Truly what more can u ask for#Also remember how thats the suit he had in convergence batgirl where theyre all clearly adults? A small win for me
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You're right people should be more respectful of the queen dying. she was a head state, a monarch, a colonizer, a mother to multiple pedophiles and most importantly a devoted cousin to her husband
hi, this is dripping with sarcasm! nice! personally i just think it is cruel to rejoice in the passing of other human beings :) thank u have a nice day
#asks#please do not come on my blog to say these things i very much do not appreciate it#i do not like in the uk so i dont know everything!! she was not my queen!! i am not personally affected by her death!!#i do not live in the uk*#it just strikes me as cruel to be so gleeful about her death#regardless of what she’s done#or who she gave birth to#thank u this is my two cents im sorry please dont get mad at me i dont know anything okay#this is just. my personal morals on the issue
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I know y’all are extremely concerned abt the timeline of TRC but allow me to remind you of two things:
1. In this series, time in not linear it is a circle and therefore what happened in which order doesn’t really matter all that much
2. It’s not about the timeline, it’s about the magic and friendship and the things it made us feel, I’d rather have a series that stays with me for years and years after I’ve read it than a series that has a perfect sensible chronology
#I support those of u who are tryna figure it out like go off do what makes u happy#this is just my two cents#also sorry for emo posting abt trc and what it means to me#I prefer shit posting about my friends the gangsey#but obviously it means a lot to me if I’m still here 6 years after the last book#trc#the raven cycle
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#im tired yay#random question if i bought stuff for my club and therefore am having ppl pay me back#and a couple ppl like rounded up and paid me more than i asked ;-;#do i pay them back fjgfhskdhfjsfkl or like is there a reason they did that TT#i Know im massively overthinking this rip im just idk lmfao#bc like the payment i asked for was technically an underestimate for how much money we spent#we just didnt use everything we bought so there was one thing we bought separately that i forgot about until after calculating#and i was just like eh whatever lol#but then they paid more and im lowkey like well ngl ur closer to what the actual amt probably wouldve been if i counted everything TT#anyway ya idk i just like dont know if this is something that ppl like have experienced ig lol#i dont think its that big of a deal......... like u cant .. Accidentally pay a different amount on venmo than u intend to right lmfao#so im like not sure why they paid more :[#but like obviously i dont want them to pay more D:#im just overthinking :'') honestly ill probably . pay them back like the 14 cents extra they paid jhgfghfd lmao#also the thing is it was two ppl who paid me more D: idk lmfao#this is so dumb ugh anyway#i could also ask them ig lol#jeanne talks#can u tell im fucking procrastinating TT
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god if I see one more person whining about a show getting cancelled lmao
it happens. This is inevitable. Yes it sucks, I'm sure it does, but oh my fucking god. There are more important things happening. Y'all are acting like this is the worst fucking thing to ever happen to you ever. Respectfully, grow the fuck up and look around. 😩
#anyway guess who spent $30 on esims#and feels real vindicated about not touching that show with a ten foot pole lmfao i legit cannot stand the fandom#and i mean “fandom” as in y'all who literally do not comprehend why mobilising AND PAYING FOR FUCKING BILLBOARDS TO GET IT RENEWED isn't -#a problem#gosh y'all have no understanding and compassion for what's going on in the world lmao#“but my show” YEAH#I KNOW#IT HAPPENS#bless u to all the fanartists i know who have made beautiful art and creations based on this show#but who also know that hi maybe this is in fact NOT the end of the world#lowkey this fandom is beginning to remind me of hamilton 💀#wdym my white people pirates who may or may not have been slavers (and show with or without a potential zionist in one of the leading roles#got cancelled?? my life has ended and i am in ruins and shambles o woe is me#go rewatch the seasons you HAVE and enjoy it for what it was#life moves on#be lucky you're still alive to fucking complain about it#I am actually so infuriated at how some people are handling this thing it's just so utterly tonedeaf#anyway that's my two cents#life is shit and people's priorities are fucked#prob gonna delete later#skel.txt
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The kwan drama.....
#z rambles#It makes me so fucking sad that after all these years the same fucking topic is brought up and nothing changes#Our criticism of their action means practically nothing cause they're grown ass rich men#Be so serious when u try to defend their repeated action when the response to it was nothing but discomfort and awkwardness#*but u don't know them personally* I don't but I'm gonna give u my two cents that argument doesnt means shit#I'm gonna be real with u. I'm going down with that guy i really do adore kwannie and not once was he given a proper apology#Maybe it happened behind camera? Well guess what then it don't mean shit cuz their actions already told us everything#A joke isn't fuvking worth it when the other party isn't laughing#And when said party is your life long best friend? Thats on you. Think on that#Anyways whatever uhh
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hi! ‘m not sure if you’re taking requests rn but i had this thought of jj x waitress!reader, like she’s just trying to take their order and he won’t stop flirting with her. love love love your work!!
i think this request has been sitting in my inbox for over two months i’m soo sorry i’m only just getting to it now. love u nonnie!
you’re working the bar, turns out bussin tables wasn’t your strong suit when the locals would get a little too persistent towards you and you’d go off, snarky little comments that’s just piss them off in turn, you just couldn’t help it.
it’s another gloomy day at work, wiping the counter with some dirty rag that was probably doing more harm than good, but it was just so boring, until the little bell rings above the door signaling an enterance of someone new, eyes springing up from the counter as the boy walks in.
he was cute, fairly buff, red cap rested atop his sun damaged blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, you did a double take and sharply looked away when he began walking towards you, reaching for a glass and cleaning it with the same rag, as he sinks down into the bar stool directly in-front of you. “that rag don’t look very sanitary to me.” he smirks, waiting for you to catch his eye but you don’t. “no shit.” you mumble, internally rolling your eyes but refraining.
“woah.” he chuckles putting his hands up in surrender, which only makes you more pissed. “got a little fire in you, my bad.” you just flick your eyes up to him, clearly unamused. “what do you want?” slamming the glass down onto the beer mat, resting one hand on the beer taps.
“bold of you to assume i want a beer.” he shrugs, not loosing his playful tone even after being shot down so many times, you’ve gotta applaud his confidence. “so natty light?” you ask, fed up of his antics as his smirk only grows wider. "another assumption.” he assess.
“listen, you look poor, natty light’s target consumer. so yes or no?” you ask, and he scoffs. “natty light please.” and you nod, bending down to grab one from the fridge under the counter. you slide it across to him and he hands you a pile of coins, you roll your eyes and start counting it.
he cracks open the tab and takes a long sip before speaking again. “so, what’s a pretty girl like you doin’ working’ at this shit shack?” he leans forward, flashing that charming smile. “what’s it to y’a?” you mumble and he hisses. “you’re stubborn.” he adds and you nod. “y’a think?” you ask sarcastically and he smiles, before you look at him again.
“you’re 25 cents short.” you nod towards the pile of coins, he tongues the cut on his lip and sighs. “tell you what? consider this payment.” he says before reaching for your hand, turning it over and scrawling something on your palm, dropping the pen onto the counter top and winking, taking the can with him before the bell above the door rings again fo signal his departure before you can even get a word of protest in.
he’d written his number on your palm, in possibly the worst handwriting you’d ever seen, wondering how you were gonna decipher this shit later. you finally let the smile creep onto your face that you’d been holding, you were calling, no doubt about it.
#jj maybank blurbs#anon ꨄ︎*#mean reader makes a return (shes me)#jj maybank#jj maybank smut#jj maybank x reader#jj obx#jj maybank blurb#jj x reader#jj maybank obx#jj maybank outer banks#jj maybank fluff#jj maybank headcanon
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How To Fucking Write: a guide by fairyhaos
[masterlist]
this post details:
STARTING A STORY
PACING A STORY
hi gays and gals and welcome to "how to fucking write", a post (series) where i talk about how i brainstorm for writing, plan for writing, write the writing, and everything in between. nothing too serious here lmao, but i'm definitely planning on making at least a couple posts on this bc a) it's fun and b) i wanna help! so if you find this useful then pls lmk by reblogging + drop an ask if there are any specific things u want me to give my two cents on ^^
okok and now without further ado,,, let's look at the topics i'll talk about in today's post!
#1 - HOW TO START A STORY.
.. bullet point one : have an idea
the first big thing is that you need an idea. doesn't matter if you're a pantser and don't plan out your writing before you start. that's totally fine! but before you begin, you need at least an idea: maybe it's a vibe, a character personality, a specific journey you want the characters to go on. maybe it's a piece of dialogue. maybe it's the ending- the point you want to end up at after however many thousand words.
whatever it is, it's best to have some inspiration, some idea of what you wanna do. no point in writing if you don't know what you're writing, you know?
(of course, that brings up the issue of Having An Idea in the first place, but finding inspiration to write is a whole other can of worms we can open in another post.)
.. bullet point two : practice
okay, so now you have an idea. how do you put that idea to paper? how should you actually start your story?
it’s all to do with practice.
it’s the most annoying piece of advice in the world, but it helps so much. you just have to write lots and lots and lots, to find the way that works for you. whether you wanna start your stories with pretty scene descriptions, with dialogue, with dramatic one-liners. finding your voice, your style, what’s most comfortable for you, is really really important. and takes practice.
an example, though: for me, i prefer either a line of dialogue, or one-liners that a) help immediately establish a character’s personality or can b) introduce an interesting setting.
[chan + swingset] — one-liner example
[hoshi + silly] — dialogue example
but of course, everyone’s style is different. so i’d recommend playing around! find a list of one-word prompts and just write a few that inspire you, writing the beginnings. it’s important, also, that you’re having fun, because if you’re already struggling with starting to write, it’ll be even harder if you’re doing it while feeling stressed.
.. bullet point three (mostly just for longer fics)
maybe you don’t find a style, in the end. maybe you’re comfortable with all of them, which is totally fine! but then you look at your writing, and you think, “oh… this isn’t as good as i thought.”
and it makes you want to give up. what do you do, then? how do you carry on with your start?
just put words to paper. it doesn’t matter if the words are terrible, if you’re making up shit and using placeholders for description words or whatever. just carry on, get to a place you’re happy with, like the end of a scene, or maybe a dialogue exchange you really like.
because now, guess what? you’ve successfully created a first draft.
making first drafts is actually so important. seriously. first drafts allow you to fuck up, allow you to write terribly. they help you fumble and trip your way to the finish line (or at least a rest point) so that you can go back and do better.
even if your first draft is terrible, it’s helped you make your way to a point you’re happy with. now you have a vague idea of what you want, even if the description or characterisation or something is way off. because now, you can edit it, or even scrap it and use only a few words from that draft in your next one. or maybe, if you look back at it, maybe it’s even decent enough for you to use.
whatever it is, when you first start writing that story, think of it as ‘The Worst Draft’. because it probably won’t be as good as you want it, and it’s okay. just write, with no fears of it being bad, because that’s literally fine. it’s not set in stone. the backspace button exists. after your first draft is made, make another. and another, and another, because i promise, after that first draft, it only gets better from there.
#2 - PACING A STORY.
.. bullet point one : adding things
pacing is always really tricky. however, i do think that slowing a story down is easier than speeding it up, so here we go,,,,
finding out the exact way to slow down a story really depends on what type of story you're writing, but there are a few all-round things you can do which can help pretty much any setting.
if it's a scene with loads of dialogue, and things feel like they're jumping to the end topic too quickly, add descriptions. your readers are blind, writers, and they depend on you to be able to see what's going on. are your characters having a conversation on the street? take a break to describe what they see. are they in a coffee shop? maybe someone comes in with a huge noise, or their coffee arrives at their table. are they hanging in midair with nothing around them? well, describe the actions of the character they're talking to, then.
example: (from my seoksoo fic bc it's the only long fic i'm working on rn)
by adding character descriptions, movement, thoughts, instantly everything seems to have slowed down. it thickens time, allowing you to move at a more leisurely pace.
if it's a scene full of action, you can do the exact same thing. maybe there's a high-tension moment and something significant happens. slow down time there, describe something small in great detail. talk about the thoughts they're having.
and even if it's just an ordinary scene, describing is important. the setting, the characters' actions, their thoughts. it's okay to write too much. then you can delete things which make things feel like they're moving too slowly.
.. bullet point two : delete
not gonna lie, finding out how to speed up the pacing of the story can often be really specifically tailored to the setting of the story.
with stories that have loads of action (spy, apocalypse, etc) i'd recommend adjusting sentence length. you'll want short, punchy sentences, without loads of commas and clauses, but you'll also want to experiment with having those short sentences gradually get longer. it helps with tension and suspense.
it has to be short. running fast. something to elevate fear. quick, but also desperate, before they then spill over each other, picking up pace, all of the thoughts blurring together and going faster, and faster, and faster, and then-
then the penny drops.
people use the metaphor of music a lot, and it really does work that way. it needs to ascend to its climax: gently, cautiously, before sprinting upwards and only describing things like the barest emotions (the fear they feel, the panic, anger, anything) before everything reaches its peak and comes crashing down in a flurry of action descriptions.
but of course, the easiest way to speed up something is to delete. delete swathes of setting description. delete unnecessary dialogue. delete an entire scene and rewrite with only the things you remember (which can help make sure you only have the essentials in your scene, btw. very helpful).
it might take a bit of adjusting, rewriting, moving things around, but ultimately, quickening the pace of the story depends on the way in which you write things. be concise, be dramatic, and don't dawdle.
... and that's it ! if anyone has anything else they want advice on (how to structure, how to write dialogue, how to plan etc) then just shoot me an ask, because i'd love to help however i can :)
tagging: @selenicives who asked for this in the first place hehe ^^
#a guide by fairyhaos#ngl ive always wanted to try my hand as an advice giver soooo this is fun!#i really wanna help guys. like fr#fanfic#svt fanfic#svt fic#seventeen#txt#fanfiction#writing#creative writing#writers of tumblr#writing prompt#svt x reader#txt x reader#kpop writing#ao3#ao3 writer#ao3 fic
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WHAT YOU HEARD・｡♪ LN4
( lando norris x fem!reader )
IN WHICH. y/n senselessly drags lando for a swim at midnight, high and all. she just forgets to mention they'll do it naked.
WARNINGS. 16+, smoking and getting high (don't do drugs yall, this is just for entertainment purposes!), make outs, night skinny dipping, mentions of sexual activities, once again high hotness
NOTE. back again with the high!lando agenda. something about it just gets my brain all scrambled. anyways, as i said, don't do drugs, listen to 'what you heard' by sonder, and enjoy luvs <3 (wondering if i should make this a series.....)
SIDENOTE. my askbox is open! feel free to send in any thoughts, scenarios, requests etc about high!lando, or other tropes if u want. 🤍
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even when he can't piece two cents of his thoughts to construct a legible sequence, lando is sure that, no matter the state he's in, y/n can persuade him to do whatever, as if her words were a siren's call. in his mind, she has this way of curling her tongue around every sentence she says, as if they're something so sweet, so good, and it beckons him closer, pathetically. yet, lando indulges in it like a fucking mad man, and every time he has to leave y/n, he finds himself itching for everything she makes him feel.
but, right here, right now, he'd rather lose himself in the swirling puffs of smoke that have him feeling he's levitating with it. sprawled on the girl's couch, legs and arms weightless and completely non existent, in a room that's so unsuspecting to delinquent dallying.
that's what makes him love her even more.
they're the same. from the wisp of their hairs to the tip of their toes, they both crave an escape from everything and everyone, and don't care how they get it. live a dual life of forced smiles to the world and adrenaline rushes from a drug that drains every feeling possible from their flesh, but could tip their lives on their heads without warning.
it's like their own little secret, and knows that if he were to tell anyone, they'd instantaneously talk him out of it. beg him that he could get hooked and spiral, yet he'll be damned if he allows himself to lose the only sanity he has with the girl that he's addicted to.
the breeze whispers on his skin, soothes it somewhat as the forecast had been cooler the whole day, and the spliff between his fingers remains an inch-long bud, incinerated away in mere hours. his eyes are ajar, just the tiniest bit, and remain trained on the open back sliding doors. watches as ripples glimmer and twinkle beneath the moon's shine upon the pool's surface and his mind undulates with the tentative viscosity of thick honey.
speakers drone whatever playlist y/n has chosen for the night, and he finds himself subconsciously tapping his fingers to the beat. nothing else but music needs to fill the room, each other's presence speaks for itself, and lando loves this unspoken normality between them.
he's on the brink of unconsciouness, rocking between the borders of sleep and awareness, but he's slowly justled awake as y/n walks up to him.
she gently grabs his arm, pulling him upright, "come."
his movements are slow and hesitant, "where we going?"
"swimming."
for a second his mind agrees, so he relents, but realising that he's wearing a tank top with jogging bottoms, and y/n the same but with leggings instead, he grows confused again.
he doesn't get time to question, mind too slow and sticky to even get further words out, as y/n lets go of his hand and turns to him.
then with speed that aches with tease, she tugs her top off, flinging it off to the side and lando stops breathing. he sees everything, how they curve and smooth back into the inward slope of her waist and he trembles so much that he has to clench his fist to urge it away. she's so beautiful drenched in blue, easing its way down her legs as she shrugs them off, and lando's eyes burn as they weld into every dip of her body.
"join me."
that's all she says, with that pretty smile on her face, before she swivels on her feet and dives into the water with much precision she barely marks a discrepancy upon the surface of the water. lando is hypnotised, barely moves from his place as she watches her glide and twirl in the water as if that's where she's meant to be, and then his body cries to join her.
it doesn't take long for him to hover next to y/n, right in the centre of the pool. the cool water washes some highness away, but they're both inebriated enough to retain the red glaze in their eyes and slow movements. lando's sick, seeing y/n so etheral in nothing, looking at him as if she wants him flowing through his veins, and he no longer fights the impulse to get closer and gather her in his arms. she smiles, wide and white, circling her arms around his neck before jumping on his waist. he fumbles slightly, with a huffed out laugh, then her thighs are tight around his hips and he can feel everything.
"you're hard already?" she asked, amused. her hand plays with the curls on his neck and he feels like he's dissolving.
"do you blame me? look at you."
"well," her finger traces his chest, light and completely burning, "we're not fucking in my pool."
he chuckles, figures cum is a hard thing to clean out of water, "at least let me eat you out?"
she pretends to think, "maybe later, but right now, i want you to fucking kiss me."
lando doesn't waste time doing so, lips pushing into hers with great urgency as if it's his last kiss on earth. y/n's mouth is wet, warm, sweet and so inherently y/n that lando moans, deep and loud, sliding his tongue deeper. it's not enough, not the kiss, nor the way her body radiates immense heat directly into his, and lando craves to be one with her. absorb into y/n, like a water to a sponge, and remain there forever.
air runs out, way too quickly for lando's liking, and y/n moves her head back, half closed eyes staring back at him. he's hot, bothered, hungry for so much more, and squeezes the flesh of her thighs to suppress just how much his flesh aches for her.
"i want to have you so bad," y/n sighs out, a splayed hand flush against lando's chest, and oh does he want her to completely take him. do whatever she wants, however she wants. he craves to say so much but his mind can only come up with so little.
"then fucking have me, y/n."
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saw a theory saying the phantom was just curious and I agree, so here’s my two cents.
The phantom was in the window before the car even pulled up the building. which means if it had any intentions on harming ash or her parents it had sooo much time to do so and ash’s parents would’ve been fully distracted. but it didn’t. it didn’t even get close enough for them to notice it until after ash was born.
It gently reaches its hand out to ash. to do what? Idk. But in the past it onlt grabbed her. At the time, it makes sense that we (as well as the characters) thought it was to harm ash, but idk if that’s the case anymore. It didn’t try slashing her or exhibit any agressive behavior. It simple just wanted to touch her
Both in the past and present (savanna trip) the phantom smiles at ashlyn from afar. it never takes action until AFTER it’s presence is acknowledged by someone. It never tries to chase her, attack her, or outwardly harm her in any way. It kinda just exists near her and then attempts to reach out to her.
The only time either ash or her dad were harmed by the phantom in the real world is which they moved on impulse. the phantom slashed Ashlyn’s dad while trying to move away after being stabbed, and ash got scratched after snatching her arm away. when u rlly think about it, the phantom let ashlyn go the first time. we already know it’s wayyyy stronger than ashlyn physically (roof scene) and a simple yank of the arm wouldn’t be enough to get out of its grasp. so it had to have let her go / not been holding on tight, both of which indicate it didn’t have negative intentions
this panel often gets overlooked, but ashlyn states “it usually stops by now” meaning phantoms have been following her all her life. although she’s creeped out by the phantom, her ability to keep calm implies she’s seen the phantoms before. if that’s the case, why didn’t they attack her any of those times? If they are trying to kill her, why are they waiting to do it?
this only applies to the real world though. in the phantom dimension, it’s 50/50.
the first ever phantom we see (ep 1) is agressive right off the bat. even after the kids disappeared, it stayed around and it’s agressive behavior continued when they came back. we didn’t she them attempt to attack it first, as it was already chasing them, so I believe it was just agressive to begin with. It tries to swipe at them before they disappeared and attempted to slash ashlyn when it found her under the seats.
but the phantom that dragged ashlyn to the roof only tried to attack her when she stabbed it. I was looking back at the scene, and it smashing her head against the roof was an accident. It only pins her to the ground because she puts up a struggle. even though it had her pinned down, it didn’t raise its hand at her until she stabbed it. Also this phantom was the first to listen to her when she made a demand. It also immediately calmed down.
I talked about that scene in another post, so I won’t just repeat everything I said. but point is, I don’t think the phantoms want to harm ashlyn. but they want something from her instead. they can sense smth is different about her, and are trying to figure it out. in the first couple of chapters the phantoms personally target ashlyn. When Logan got scratched it’s because him and Aiden intervened with its plan. it was only trying to get to ashlyn. which is a lil suspicious. but as the other kids turn into phantoms, the phantoms are more aware of their existences and start to target them to (the one that rushed Tyler on the tree). but who rlly knows right?
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can u recommend some bands? i think i like ur music taste and i am terrible at finding music
ty :)
of COURSE I can <3 you’ve probably heard of some of these, but maybe there’ll be some you haven’t! I don’t know what you already like, so… here we go :)
Hozier. Yeah this was always going to be first on the list I’m currently listening to basically nothing else! He’s an Irish folk/soul/blues/etc idk musician who uses a lot of religious and mythological themes in his lyrics and has a lot of songs that include social justice commentary.
The Amazing Devil is a folk rock band with an incredibly unique sound. Their songs are incredibly emotional and have an awesome fantasy vibe going on—plus there’s two singers, and they often sing independently from each other, which is something you don’t see often!
Good Morning Bedlam is a bluegrass band that I’ve gotten into recently! They’re sort of like… a mix of the amazing devil and the crane wives?
The Crane Wives, while we’re at it, and
The Oh Hellos. they’re fairly similar and I don’t have a ton to say about their stylistic differences, but they’re all definitely worth checking out!
Florence & The Machine. Most people have heard of them but I always like to recommend them anyway
Alec Benjamin, if you’re into softer indie music! He has a lot of different styles of lyrics, but his voice is consistent, so he’s great to listen to if you’re looking for that sort of variety.
Chxrlotte doesn’t have a lot of music out, but I’m a big fan of the music she has released, including the ones about Good Omens! The others are more angsty which I love too.
The Family Crest is an orchestral indie pop rock band, which blows my mind. I can’t believe orchestra isn’t a more utilized tool in popular lyrical music, because they do it so well.
Good Kid is actually my brother’s favorite band, and I love them too. They’re also indie rock, but they have a very distinctive style and are easy to get into! Plus they haven’t released a shit ton of songs like some other artists, so it isn’t overwhelming to explore their discography.
Jonatha Brooke is an artist I only know about because my mom liked her music a lot in the 90s, but she’s got a super nice voice and has some awesomely relatable lyrics. I especially recommend her album Ten Cent Wings!
Midlake is a super melodic folk rock band. I’m obsessed with their album The Courage of Others, which has a melancholy vibe that’s super easy to get lost in.
Palaye Royale is harder rock than anyone else on the list so far, but they’ve got an awesome style. Unique voice and definitely darker themes in their lyrics.
Tears for Fears is a pop rock band that I love because my dad does. (My parents are musicians—I trust their music taste).
Toad the Wet Sprocket got their name from Monty Python, but PLEASE go listen to the Architect of the Ruin EP. You will not regret it. Also the song Something’s Always Wrong is like… entrenched in my very being.
Elbow is a band that I never see in fandom circles, but they’re definitely not obscure. Check out their album Little Fictions! They’re kind of like Midlake.
Will Wood ranges from chaotic and fun (The Normal Album) to absolutely soul-crushing (in case I make it)! Sometimes even both at the same time!
(I would’ve also put Paramore, Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, and other rock/pop punk bands I like on there, but I assumed you already know them.) (If you were looking for harder rock or metal, let me know, because this list is not that.)
If you want more genre-specific recs or even album/song recs, don’t hesitate to ask!! Music is the fuel of my soul.
#asks :)#music talk#band recommendations#song recs#music recs#hozier#the amazing devil#the crane wives#good morning bedlam#the oh hellos#florence and the machine#alec benjamin#chxrlotte#the family crest#good kid#jonatha brooke#midlake#palaye royale#tears for fears#toad the wet sprocket#elbow#will wood
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The similiar struggles of Merida & Hiccup
Just my two cents because I love talking these movies. I find it interesting how both Merida and Hiccup share similiar conflicts/themes in their movies. They both feel pressured to become leader figures by their parents, while also stubbornly sticking to their own ideals. Merida is trained by her strict mom to become the perfect princess, and is also expected to carry out her duties through marriage. Hiccup in HTTYD2 is expected to become the next chief by his dad while Hiccup himself feels it's not for him and he can't meet the expectations. They both have other dreams and yearn to keep their freedoms. Merida wants to live her life like she wants to, and Hiccup wants to keep exploring and spreading his findings about dragons. They also have parents that at some point have refused to listen to them.
They also act in defiance to their families in order to maintain their own ideals and freedoms, wanting to do things their way instead of traditions. Merida argues against her mom, breaks the clan traditions by shooting for her own hand, and asks the witch for help to "change her mom" to agree to Merida's views. This ends up endangering her mother and the peace between the clans. Hiccup in turn refuses to listen to his parents about Drago, both who know him much better than Hiccup. Because Hiccup keeps believing anyone can change, that if he's just given the chance he can make it happen and everyone else is just hindering him in their warmongering blindness. Hiccup believes so strongly in his position as the pacifist peacemaker that he doesn't budge until it's too late. Neither Merida nor Hiccup really stops to think of the possible consiquences of their actions, they only see the positive outcomes. They feel like they're not being listened to, but they also don't listen to others either.
So they both try to escape the expectations and restrictions put on them by actively defying and being stubborn about it, that it ends up endangering everyone. The main difference is, that while Merida gets a second change and has everything fixed in the end, Hiccup ends up paying the heavy price for his mistakes.
Merida's actions get her mom turned into a bear and almost loses her completely. In the end when all seems lost Merida finally admits her fault aloud and to herself, owning up to her mistakes. Before that she also admits her careless actions against the clans and is ready to accept her duties as the princess. Merida finally sees the bigger picture outside her own point of view, that she's in a position where she simply can't think only about herself. She manages to reverse the spell and fix her relationship with her mom, who has also come to see the error in her own ways, thus ending things perfect.
Hiccup's mistakes sadly don't get as happy resolve as his stubborness ultimately ends up getting his dad killed. It's the cruel wake up call to Hiccup, how some people are simply beyond help and fighting them is the only way. It's what his dad had tried to tell him throughout the movie. Had he listened to his parents, things might have ended better, and he has to carry this guilt with him probably his whole life. Drago is the real villain and culprit, but Hiccup did play a part in how everything turned out. His part is more nuanced than Merida's, who is more clearly at fault in Brave along with her mom. After Stoick's death, Hiccup has no choice but to face the reality, own to his mistakes by stopping Drago and accept his duty as the chief. It was a harsh lesson for him, that sometimes you just can't force things to go your way, but maybe it was one he needed before becoming the leader for his tribe. Just like Merida needed to face hers to fix everything around her and correct her ways.
So yeah, like said I find it interesting how Merida and Hiccup's stories and their character growths follow similiar themes. I'm glad Merida got her happy ending, but damn now I really want to give Hiccup a hug! ;u;
#rotbtd#rotbtd edits#brave#httyd#merida#hiccup#random ramblings#analysis#just my thoughts lol feel free to disagree#reason i didnt use httyd1 is because#i feel in that one it's not really hiccup whose actions and views cause conflicts#but instead it's the people and world around him that are wrong and have to change
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🤍𝐍𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦🤍
𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕠 𝕩 𝕗𝕖𝕞!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣
word count: 1.9k
genre/tropes: romance, friends to lovers
summary: dating is hard, but maybe what i was looking for was easier than breathing...
warnings: none <3 pure fluff
notes from bambi: i tried a new format, what do we think? no usage of y/n, lowercase intentional, just a cutesy chris fic
busy?
nah wsp
can i come over
yeah fs, thought you said you were busy tn?
i'll explain when i get there 😵💫
see u soon kid
-x-
“hey.” i let my bag sink onto the floor and threw myself across chris’s bed.
“bro what, get off me!”
i grinned into his now-rumpled comforter. “make me.”
he snorted and yanked the covers out from under me, sending my legs flying. giggling, i stretched out over the far corner of his mattress. “thanks for letting me come over.”
“no problem. what's goin’ on?” chris had already halfway shut his laptop screen, giving me his attention. the soft pants i had bought him for christmas hung loose around his legs, one of which was pulled up at the knee. in lieu of a shirt, the towel from his shower lay draped over his shoulders. chris’s hair, dark from the water he refused to blow-dry out, stuck to his forehead in a very unflattering pattern. i tried to tell myself that, anyway.
“i was supposed to go on a date tonight,” i answered, staring at the ceiling. covered in those glow in the dark stars and planets people used to buy for their kids, it reminded me of the day chris begged for help putting them up.
“what happened?” he asked quietly. his brows were set in a line measured by confusion and annoyance at the possible explanations.
“i got scared and ghosted him.”
“again?”
“i know.”
“you gotta quit that. these guys don't deserve it.”
“...i know.”
“why'd you get scared?” chris asked, putting his arms behind his head.
“because what if he wants me for sex and nothing else? what if he says he wants a relationship and pays the bill and opens the door for me and takes me home and tells me we don't have to do anything if i'm not comfortable and then of course we do something because i can't fucking help myself and then he got what he wanted and never speaks to me again?”
i realized then, that i was shouting in my head and nothing had come out. chris still looked at me expectantly, his head tilted.
“you look like a puppy,” i told him, grinning.
“what the fuck,” he said, shaking out and shoving back the hair that threatened to encroach upon his vision.
“i got scared because…” i sighed, not entirely sure how to articulate my thoughts in a way he would understand. “Because how would i know if any of it was real?”
“that's why i don't fuck with love, like, that romantic shit,” he offered helpfully.
i glared. “thank you, christopher.”
“using my full legal name is insane.”
“you deserved it.”
“whatever bro.” chris paused. “i feel like there's something else.”
“how do you mean?”
“something else bothering you.”
“it probably has something to do with my self-confidence,” i said. “sometimes i think i deserve…everything, and sometimes i think the opposite.”
chris’s chest rose and fell with a sigh. this wasn't the first time we’d discussed the matter.
i looked over at him and his eyes met mine. i did this occasionally, the staring. it was a way to connect without speaking, which was often difficult around him. chris broke first, after a few short but comforting seconds, dipping his head to the side and gesturing me over to sit next to him. as i scooted my way over, he opened up his laptop again.
“new merch?” i asked.
“yeah,” he murmured. “you wanna help design it?”
i took the device from him, amid quiet protests of death and torture, and began to very gently give my two cents.
“no one likes yellow chris. don't make any more yellow stuff ever again in your life.”
“I LIKE YELLOW??”
“too bad.”
we compromised on black with yellow accented font. he's such a baby sometimes.
-x-
i stayed for hours. chris let me make a shirt design, we put a show on in the background, and when i commandeered his laptop to play music, he got up to clean his room.
a few clothes on the floor does not a mess make, but chris hated things being out of place. something as small as a sock left unattended would poke the back of his brain all day.
sometimes he would mutter things under his breath, talking to himself or singing.
“an i got all the drugs in the world that you need…”
“hold this.” (he tossed a shirt at me)
holding up a pair of sweats, chris asked, “...clean?” i shook my head. “matt’s room,” he decided, and took off up the stairs.
“you hungry?” he asked when he came back, hair disheveled.
i wrinkled my nose. “not for fast food.”
“you wanna make something?”
“god yes.”
chris laughed and pulled me off the bed. “let's go make something.”
-x-
we went up the stairs and upon hitting the landing, saw nick and madi pretzeled up together on the couch. “oh hey,” nick said, pausing whatever was on the tv. “didn't know you were here.”
“i thought you had a date,” madi said around a yawn.
chris seemed to sense the situation, or maybe he was just hungry, but whatever the case, he jumped in. “we're makin’ dinner,” he announced with a grin.
“y’all still have pasta right?” i asked, making a beeline for the pantry and rifling through the shelves.
matt emerged from his cave, scrubbing his face with the back of his hands. “we should,” he grumbled, annoyed at the lack of sleep he was currently indulging in.
“thank you. where.”
he nudged me over and produced a bag of angel hair noodles out of nowhere. “right in front of your face.”
“matthew…i'm gonna kill you,” i replied with zero emotion.
he raised his eyebrows. “alright buddy. you makin’ enough for everybody?”
“don't see why not.” i turned my head and waved chris over. “we have water to boil.”
he saluted me and made his way into the kitchen, passing matt (making his way decidedly out of the kitchen).
“is the pot clean?”
“i think so.”
“can you get it?”
“yeah. you want the salt while i'm over here?”
“yes please.”
“tap water or filter water?”
i looked at him for a long moment.
“i'm gonna get the filtered,” he said, snickering.
shaking my head with a smile, i let the stove heat up and stepped back so he could pour the water in. the muscle in his forearm tensed, offsetting the weight of the heavy filter. matt had turned the softer lights on, so gentle shadows lay over chris like a threadbare blanket.
i stepped over and let my head rest on the side of his shoulder. his shirt smelled like him, he smelled like his bath soap and his cologne and the detergent matt used on his sheets, and his hair was dry and fluffy now because he hadn't brushed it and i could probably stay there forever-
“you okay?” he murmured.
“yeah.” backing off again, i slipped a smile on my face. “all good.”
“i think…it should be good,” chris said, scrunching his nose, fully concentrated on the precise water measurement.
i cut my eyes at him with mock concern. “it’s never that serious chris.”
“what if my pasta’s water content is important to me?”
“is it?” i put my hand on my hip, desperately fighting the smile that threatened to take over my features.
“...no. but what if it was?”
“i can't handle you anymore. when it boils will you put the noodles in?”
“noods,” he said in reply, as if that was in any way helpful or related.
“who's nudes?” Madi shot up from the couch, dark hair a mess. “your nudes??”
“no, not me, i-”
Nick’s face contorted in disgust. “someone sent you nudes?”
“no no, it’s-”
“did you ask for them?” matt asked. having been seated closest to the kitchen and therefore fully aware of the context, he was just instigating. again.
i glared at the back of his head. “you're stupid.”
“that's not a no.” i could feel his shit-eating grin.
“who’s naked?” nick wailed, halfway off the couch.
“nobody! chris just-”
“so you didn't get nudes,” madi asked tentatively, still sleepy.
i turned back to chris. “are you gonna help me at all?”
“who, me?”
rolling my eyes, i addressed the living room again. “listen, chris just shortened the word noodle, THAT’S IT.”
"oh. why didn't you just say that?" nick snarked.
madi had already burrowed into him for another nap. nick let their show play on, detangling her hair absentmindedly. i shook my head and smiled.
-x-
“i'm gonna go ahead and put the noodles in,” chris said, already breaking them.
“thanks. you wanna make sauce or use the stuff in the pantry?”
“ugh, what's in the pantry,” he said, “don't feel like making anything that intense.”
“mkay.” i pulled the door open and began to hunt. the sounds of the house washed over me - RuPaul’s Drag Race from the living room, chris stirring in the cracking noodles, and matt typing away on his laptop. i smiled again. this house, these people, their lives - it put me at ease.
“‘scuse me…” chris said from behind me. i jumped as he drew out his words and stretched his hand around my shoulders to pull a spice off the rack. he felt me startle, he must have, because chris looked down at me with curiosity. “i scare ya?”
“only a little bit,” i said, lying through my teeth. he put his arms around me and enclosed me in a hug. “i'm glad you're here.”
my hands took hold of the forearms crossing my chest and i leaned back into him. “thanks.”
i felt his lips against my neck, pulling into a smile. “i'm always happy when you're here.”
the sugar-sweetness made my teeth ache, and i leaned forward. He let go easily, just like he did everything else in life, and spiced the noodly water on the stove with gusto, letting dark flecks fall to the floor.
i love you.
he looked a mess with his hair unbrushed and his brows unkempt and his smile unguarded.
i love you.
chris, who always handled my heart with care.
i love you.
how many ways could he tell me he loved me before i believed him?
here goes nothing.
“chris?”
or perhaps everything.
“yes ma'am.”
JESUS FUCKING-
my ribs cracked, splintering bone shards into my thundering heart. i reached for his chin, letting my fingers fall atop his skin and ever so slightly pulling him toward me. when his eyes met mine i couldn't wait any longer. “do you love me?”
chris didn't miss a beat. “of course i do.” he pressed his cheek into my hand, his head tilted adorably.
“no i…i mean like. for real.”
“come here.” he pulled me into a hug and i pressed my nose against his chest. “i've never been…afraid of it. love. with you.”
well that's good.
“of course i love you,” he said.
“...that's cool.”
a pause.
“really cool, in fact,” i continued. fucking tears. ruining my moment.
“are you crying?”
“no.”
“liar.”
“yeah.”
“sad crying?”
“happy.”
“that's good.”
“mhm.”
“you want me to let go?” his arms didn't budge from me.
“don't you dare.”
“yes ma'am.”
“you're burning the pasta,” matt huffed. we jumped apart, faces tomato red.
“yeah yeah you're so cute, i'm gonna be ill, puke gag retch, whatever,” he said, turning off the heat and moving the bubbling pot. “i'm hungry.”
nick and madi sat agape on the couch.
chris kissed my forehead, still grinning like a maniac. “wanna eat?”
i smiled. what is this, an epidemic? “yeah.”
“we can talk about it later okay?”
i smiled. “okay.”
-x-
ps: the noodles were delicious.
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