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Also got any sev ones?

If I have any Severus Snape headcanons? I think I might have to put this one under the cut bby, it's going to be loooong. Edit: it got severely out of hand, be warned this is insanely long.

BUT FIRST: this is a very long but extremely well-written meta about the Snapes' peculiar type of poverty that you should all read when you have time. Like, save it for later somewhere or whatever, but seriously. Do yourself a favour.

Some people like to headcanon Remus Lupin (!) as the Hogwarts drug dealer. Nu-uh. That's Snape. Severus, for the right price, can and will provide you with any kind of potion (assuming he can steal the ingredients from the supply closet/his fancy pureblood housemates can get him whatever he needs). See this post.

But it's not just potions. He'll write your essays for money (his prices go up as the years go by, but so does his credibility). Snape is the only reason Avery ever passed 4th year Transfiguration.

Until his 6th/7th year, when he was no longer friends with Lily and started expressing a vocal desire to join the Death Eaters, he wasn't accepted or popular in Slytherin House.

Avery and Mulciber, the only people who could be considered his friends, were still pretty classist and racist towards him and even then he only got to be part of their little circle because he knew more curses when he arrived at Hogwarts than half the kids in seventh year.

You see, he wasn't just a Halfblood (they have those in Slytherin), he was also dirt poor, and pretty rough around the edges. He wasn't refined, he swore like a sailor, he was classless, and “dirty” and had worn-out clothes and second-hand books, he was canonically ugly and twitchy as a child, and Sirius (who is still from the very elegant, very posh Black Family) describes him as a little oddball.

Never mind the suave adult Snape (who is very different in the books and in the movies, anyway). My man Eliza Doolittle-ed himself. He did a Tom Riddle.

But he was powerful enough that the hazing and bullying inside his own House stopped almost immediately when he got there. You despised Snape? Fine. You attacked Snape? Suddenly your pet cat has been poisoned and your kneecaps were jinxed backwards.

Also, Lucius Malfoy promptly singled him out, and while he was still in school (Sev's first and second year) he did what he could to shield him, and to make him just a little more credible and refined in Slytherin. Severus followed him around like a little puppy and definitely acted a bit like an errand boy for him and his friends, which is also part of the reason why Sirius calls him Lucius Malfoy's lapdog in OotP. I wouldn't say they were really friends though. He knew them, and maybe they liked him, but he wasn't their equal.

Unfortunately, the Marauders' bullying only got worse as the years went by, and Lucius had graduated by the time SWM happened (I think that and the Prank were the worst, but I also like the headcanon that they were not. That Snape put that particular memory in the Pensieve because it was the time he lost Lily, not because it was the worst time he was bullied by them. From the way he reacted to their attack, this level of viciousness was probably common. By the way, even if you dislike him as a character, if you deny that what he suffered at the hands of the Marauders was vile, I don't know what to tell you.)

I wouldn't say a good rapport with Narcissa Black - because why would a girl from the upper years hang out with a boy from the first three? - but she would be kind to him, and chat politely sometimes. She was impressed with him - the first Halfblood she had ever given the time of day to.

Do you know who wasn't (lol)? Bellatrix. Who had graduated years before and just could not understand why Narcissa and Lucius would be so fond of this little scrawny upjumped Halfblood.

With the exception of Andromeda (who doesn't know who he is) and Narcissa (who really likes him), all of the Blacks hate Snape. Regulus doesn't hate him per se but thinks him unrefined and overreaching and they also have a bit of a not-so-friendly competition going on even though they come from different years. Sirius and Bella... well, you know. (credit: @hxuse-xf-black, I think this hc is theirs)

One of my favourite headcanons is that the last Black family event Sirius ever attended was Narcissa's wedding (1976) [the last one Andy ever attended was Bellatrix's (1972)]. He was there as the bride's cousin, obviously. But but but. Snivellus Snape was also there, as the groom's best man (alongside Evan Rosier and Rodolphus Lestrange). The two almost get into a Muggle brawl, and an enraged Bellatrix is the one who has to separate them (how dare you try to ruin Cissy's big day?!). She would have happily let them kill each other on any other occasion, but that was her little (only) sister's wedding and she very violently cursed them both.

Started smoking cigarettes when he was young and never really stopped.

What tea does Snape drink?

Bad personal hygiene since he was a boy, especially in his periods of worst depression. Paradoxically, he was at his most groomed during his Death Eater years (1978-1981) because he had to deal daily with the likes of Lucius Malfoy and Rodolphus Lestrange, who might have been domestic terrorists but had standards.

Speaking of which. Bella hates him. I still have to decide how Rodolphus feels about him (Rod definitely defends him when the two of them are having a row, just to piss her off, but I don't know how he actually feels). I think they had slightly different social circles. As Sirius says, they were all - at different points in time - part of a gang of baby Death Eaters in school. But I see Bella & Rod as very close with Rabastan, and Rabastan as very close to Barty (the four of them even tortured the Longbottoms together, which means they definitely talked to each other in the very hectic days after Voldemort's downfall). In my headcanons Barty and Regulus are glued at the hip, so basically that's the five of them already.

It was a period of brilliant students for Hogwarts, nothing like Harry's time. James and Sirius were prodigies, Regulus gives me mad scientist vibes (also, he must have been knowledgeable in the Dark Arts seeing as he figured out about Voldemort's Horcruxes in no time), Barty brought home twelve O.W.L.S. (how?), and Snape was inventing curses.

The latter three were tentative allies in school, but Barty&Reg (who definitely had something going on if you know what I mean), pureblood and proper, with all of the entitlement that must have come from their bloodlines and talent, definitely were not his fans.

No one could understand his fixation with “that Mudblood” (Lily); Lucius was particularly overjoyed when he heard of their falling out. (This came back to bite him in the ass when he was the one who had to physically drag him out of his house, at Spinner's End, after she died and he was determined to rot and kill himself with alcohol.)

Cat person. But never owned any pets because he could not keep one alive. Except of course when he owned a rat... err... I mean, when Peter lived with him.

I am convinced the man took stimulants. Whatever the equivalent of wizard cocaine was (probably a potion he made himself, with minimal comedown and as little side effects on the body as he can), he took. He seems to spend his nights patrolling the corridors and his days teaching, so when does he sleep?

Extremely light sleeper anyway.

Can go without eating for a long time.

He is the personification of self-loathing.

I can see him self-harming in different ways. He denies himself the small pleasures of life, he smokes until his throat burns and his lungs hurt, and insists that he works best without protective gloves (more sensitivity or whatever) which means that his hands are covered in small cuts and stains from corrosive (possibly painful) potions.

Does whatever he can to look as little like his father as possible, whether that be growing a beard, or gaining weight, or cutting his hair.

He maintains that learning Occlumency saved his life. Legilimency is about control, and even that not-so-hidden sadistic part of him, and also the self-protection that comes from knowing your opponent's moves before they can strike. But Occlumency and the sort of meditative bliss that comes from Occluding heavily was an integral part of his transformation, and very definitely helped with the very obvious anxiety that plagued him as a boy. It's yoga + good weed at the same time. That's the feeling.

The Lily thing. Part of it was romantic but in the light I-am-thirteen-and-have-a-crush-on-my-best-friend type of way. He definitely thought he was in love with her when he was sixteen/seventeen, after they had cut ties, and that's how he explained it to Voldemort, too (and that's how Voldemort explains it to Harry - he desired her). But. Truthfully? No. After a while, and especially after her death, it wasn't about the love he felt for her, it was about the debt he owed her. She was the first person to be kind to him, and he betrayed her. Directly caused her death, and sold her to the most evil wizard in history. Whether you love someone romantically or platonically, being responsible for their death, or leaving a child as an orphan takes a toll on your psyche that's almost impossible for me to comprehend or explain. Imagine the level of guilt that he felt. She was his first friend, his first crush, his first everything. And his love for her was the love Dante felt for Beatrice, the love that moves the sun and the other stars. I hate it when they reduce it to “he just wanted to bang Harry's mom haha”.

With that being said, Snily is probably the most boring Severus ship of all.

Never planned for the future. He honestly didn't think he would survive the war; his character is pretty much doomed by the narrative, and I am convinced that the only thing that kept him going was fulfilling his promise to Dumbledore, taking down the Dark Lord. He always thought Voldemort would eventually discover he was a spy and kill him for it. And as sad as it is (and that's why I love those kinds of fanfics!) I cannot see him ever adapting to a post-Voldemort world. It would take a lot of work on himself for him to find peace and I don't think he loved himself enough for that. I don't think he wanted to live.

Also, while I love the fanfics where he eventually makes up with Harry, and they have a civil relationship, I cannot see it happening in canon.

The narrative draws very explicit parallels between Snape and Voldemort, there are so many (but not limited to): the social class they come from, their blood status, the abuse they face as children, this iconic line which is one of my favourites in the whole series: But he was home. Hogwarts was the first and best home he had known. He and Voldemort and Snape, the abandoned boys, had all found home here, the details we can infer of their relationship with Dumbledore when they were still students, the transformation they operated on themselves to become more polished, their interests (both of them invent curses and the like), the way they identify with their mothers' heritages, their dynamic is extremely interesting to me.

My headcanon is that Snape was one of the few people Voldemort actually liked (and perhaps he saw himself in), which would explain why he doesn't heed Bella's advice about him. Of course, it was a very tepid intellectual appreciation (just a tad warmer than his - very cold - expression of regret at having to kill him in the Shrieking Shack), but it was there. I think they had a teacher-student dynamic which doesn't get explored enough but was clearly there: Voldemort teaches Snape how to fly without a broom; he is reportedly the only Death Eater to whom he teaches this. I think Snape was absolutely fascinated with LV in the beginning and climbed through the ranks impressively quickly. Just as rapidly (maybe more) as purebloods Regulus Black (whose cousin was LV's right-hand woman and possible mistress) and Barty Crouch (who would have been an asset seeing his father's position). Keep in mind these guys weren't even 20 years old and had all met Voldemort personally, probably more than once. They would have been part of his inner circle.

I can see Voldemort appreciating Snape's interest in magic, especially his academic interest. I think it's especially fascinating if compared to Voldemort's relationship with Bellatrix (who was the opposite of Snape in every sense): I think someone like Voldemort would be attracted to someone like Bellatrix (rich, pure of blood, self-assured, inhabiting a world built for her, etc.) but on the other hand he would also resent her for these very things that were her prerogative, and not his. On the other hand, Snape would understand him on a personal level, he would simply get some of Voldemort's lived experiences (and personality, let's be real) in a way his other Death Eaters wouldn't. But, because he still represents his past in a way (and hasn't remade himself quite yet), Voldemort would also view him with contempt. (And a great deal of superiority, but he's like that with everyone).

Snape doesn't join the Death Eaters because of the Cause. I can see him hating Muggles and perhaps looking down on Muggle-borns, but I don't think of him as a convinced pureblood elitist in the way the Lestranges and Malfoys were. He joined for power. He wanted revenge, and he wanted to feel powerful and important in a world that would make him feel small (part of the reasoning behind Bellatrix's joining in my headcanons), which makes him much hungrier than his peers, which would make him stand out to Voldemort.

His invention of the Sectumsempra spell and its counter-curse is extremely impressive, even Bella had to recognize this when she found out, and she demanded it be taught to the younger recruits, (but really to herself).

Hates summer like no one else has ever hated summer.

Helped with Draco's conception. I headcanon that Narcissa had fertility problems (this extends, for me, to most women of the Black family) and Severus helped her and Lucius with it. (This hc isn't mine, but I love it to death.)

Any and all silly headcanons about Snape teaching sex ed, dealing with periods, etc give me life. You've all read them though, so I won't repeat them.

Worked as a potioneer for Voldemort too, perhaps alongside someone who was even better than him (older, more knowledgeable). The things he learned turned out to be super useful to him in the future.

His favourite food is fish and chips, or something equally proletarian, like beans on toast... that sort of thing.

Detested living with Pettigrew (and I hc that Voldemort did it as a form of cruel punishment: he's forced to live with - offer shelter to - the man who caused Lily's death).

Because I like angst, I really like the idea that the person he was closest with, in the entirety of the Hogwarts staff (except maybe for Dumbledore) wasn't McGonagall, it was Charity Burbage. I need more fics with an in-depth exploration of their relationship (whether it be romantic or platonic) because it has amazing potential, both for angst and fluff.

Idk how anyone can ship Snily when these two are right there

Also, she would be the second woman Severus loves that Voldemort has killed. This time it's even worse.

I doubt he could ever have had a functioning relationship with her (or any other woman, or person), because what flesh-and-blood woman could ever beat the lamented and idolised spirit of Lily Evans? She would stand no chance. Again, this makes it worse.

I'm going to stop here because this is getting embarrassing. Kudos to you if you got to the end of this.

Headcanons: James | Sirius | Remus | Lily

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hebuiltfive · 29 days

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The Mouse

This has been sitting in my drafts since last October. I never got around to finishing and posting it. Until today. It's still a little messy but I'm throwing it out there regardless.

Prompted by this post here.

Gordon faces his worst adversary yet!

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“Penny! Help!”

Gordon’s shrills echoed throughout the house.

At first, Penelope had thought the worst; maybe he’d come across an intruder and ended up in an unfortunate situation, or that he’d injured himself trying to slide down the bannisters to one of the many staircases in her manor… again. Both options seemed plausible and neither filled her with much hope.

With those panicked thoughts she rushed out of the library and followed Gordon’s constant calls for help. Eventually she found him.

In the pantry.

On an old wooden chair.

With a broom in his hands.

“Gordon, what on earth—?”

“Be careful! It’s just gone under that cabinet there and it… There it is!”

His yell made Penny jump out of her skin.

Her eyes followed Gordon’s pointing finger until she came upon the little grey mouse, scurrying across the floor.

“Gordon.” Penelope breathed a sigh of relief, her attention back on the blonde on the chair. “I thought something terrible had happened to you. Don’t scare me like that again unless—”

“What do you mean?” His voice was a higher pitch than normal, fear laced every word he shrieked. “Something terrible did happen! I was attacked!”

“By a mouse?”

“Yes!”

Penny’s features hardened into a worried frown. “Did it bite you?”

“… No.”

Another fond, if exasperated, sigh. “Then you were hardly attacked, Gordon.”

“I thought you were rich, Pen.” He grumbled. “If you’re rich, why do you have mice scurrying around the place. Ah!”

His broom rose as the mouse darted around the legs of the chair.

“Because,” Penelope began to explain, taking the broom from Gordon and using it to hurry the mouse along and out of sight. “Old houses like these are prone to the little creatures. It’s just how it is. It will move on when it realises there’s no food for it here, which reminds me I must inform Parker so he can check the other larders and— Oh, Gordon, do get down from there before you fall and break your neck!”

Penelope stood the broom up against one of the pantry’s cupboards and offered her hand out to assist Gordon off the chair. He still seemed tense and Penelope tried not to chuckle.

“Are you sure it’s gone?”

“Quite sure, Gordon.”

His hand squeezed hers gently as he stepped onto the floor. He shivered. “Good.”

“What were you doing in here anyway?”

Gordon had one last quick look into the pantry as they exited. Satisfied he was now safe from the furry little invader, he relaxed and slung his arm over Penelope’s shoulder. “Duh, finding snacks!”

“We just had breakfast—”

“That did not count as breakfast. Geez, Pen, I know you were entertaining some uppity posh people,” his attempt at an old English accent had Penelope yet again biting back a chuckle, “but there was hardly anything on those plates! A guy’s got to eat.”

“So you thought you’d help yourself to the pantry food?”

“I thought there’d be something worthwhile in there, and I would have got away with it if it wasn’t for that dastardly rat!”

“Mouse, Gordon. It was only a mouse.”

“I could have died!”

“That’s a little overdramatic, don’t you think?”

Gordon shook his head adamantly. “Nu-uh. I could have died!”

“I’ll be sure to tell Virgil all about it.” With a gentle pat on his back, Penelope smiled a conspirator’s smile.

To which Gordon gasped, betrayed. “Don’t you dare!”

“If you ‘almost died’ I should think they’d want to know about it.”

“Do not tell Virgil…”

“I could tell John? He’d probably be better. Yes, John would be able to file it away in the systems.”

“Penny…”

“It might be important to keep on file. Heaven knows I won’t always be there to rescue you from the menaces and—!”

The rest of her playful teasing was cut off when Gordon halted midway down the hallway, pulled Penelope into him and caught her lips with his. It was a surprising move, yet one she found she’d been hopefully anticipating.

With his palms resting on her cheeks, Gordon eyes met hers when he pulled back. They were pleading. “How about we just keep it a little secret between the two of us?”

Penelope purposefully took her time to answer. His thumb swept across her cheek as he waited, surprisingly patiently.

In the end, she smiled softly. “Of course it can stay our secret.”

Gordon appeared pleased to hear her agreement.

“But, if you try to steal from my pantry again, Gordon Tracy,” Penelope continued, “I may be inclined to inform someone.”

His relief fell from his features. He couldn’t tell if she was joking or not. He arched a brow. “What if I was stealing something to bring to you?”

“Then that’s hardly stealing.”

“Noted.”

“Gordon—”

“No more talking.” He placed a finger on her lips. “I almost died and my life flashed before my eyes. so, if it’s alright with you, m’lady, I’d like to spend the rest of the morning with my favourite person.”

“I’ll be sure to fetch Sherbet for you right away.” Penelope joked once his finger released her lips.

Gordon chuckled. “You’re killing me here, Pen.”

“Funny, I thought that was the mouse…”

Their lips clashed again, effectively ending any further conversation for the foreseeable future.

#thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds are go #thunderfam #prompt fill #lady penelope #gordon tracy #penink #five fics #fic: the mouse

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star--joy · 1 year

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Pretend

In which Gwendolyn mimics her father, and Percy can't help but find it adorable.

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: None

Words: 1225

Originally posted: 12/3/22

Ao3 link: archiveofourown.org/works/43388748

A heavy sigh slips through Percy’s lips as he opens the door to his office, not even looking up from the letter sent to him by some diplomat from Syngorn. It’s a dreadfully boring thing, detailing useless information about the newest trade route that, frankly, Percy is struggling to care about. Gods, he needs a vacation. Perhaps he and Vex can sneak a trip to Zephrah soon. It would be nice to spend some time away with Vax and Keyleth.

His already drifting attention is fully snatched away by the sound of a stifled giggled from within his office. Percy snaps his head up. The sight presented to him is almost as baffling as it is adorable.

At his desk, Gwendolyn sits, lips pressed together to stop her laughter. To reach the tall desk, she’s stacked several thick, expensive tombs on Percy’s chair and sat atop them. Her form is positively drowning in one of his cloaks that has been repurposed as a blanket draped over her shoulders. A pair of spectacles made of wire and without lenses are sat on her face. On the desk lies a book about the history of Whitestone, and Gwendolyn appears to be reading it.

At least, she’s pretending to read it. The four-year-old can’t possibly begin to parse through the posh vocabulary, but she dutifully trails her finger along the words nonetheless, mouthing random shapes as if she’s whispering the text to herself.

Percy blinks. He doesn’t have any clue how to react to this display.

Gwennie looks up at him, clears her throat, and asks, “Can I help you?” Her efforts to sound professional are undermined by the way she can’t properly pronounce all her letters yet.

“Gwennie, what in Pelor’s name—” Percy begins, amused more than angry.

She shakes her head, bringing attention to her hair, and Percy could swear she’s covered the silky black strands in white chalk dust. “Nu uh. I’m not Gwennie. I’m Lord Percy.” Her legs are kicking gleefully under the desk.

Percy glances at the clock. Her lessons ended an hour ago, so she’s not skipping those. His office isn’t exactly off-limits, either, even though the children have an extensive playroom. And, yes, it’s discouraged for her to steal his coat and put chalk in her hair, but really, those are such small acts of disobedience that he doesn’t have it in him to be mad, or to deny her her game.

Especially when her game involves her mimicking him in such an adorable way.

“My apologies, Lord Percy,” he hums, folding the letter and slipping it in his pocket. “Are you working on something important?”

Gwennie grins. “Mh hm. Very important.” She gestures to the thick book on the desk as proof.

“Ah, I see. What are you reading?” Percy asks, approaching the desk to stand beside his daughter.

She looks down at the text, considering. “It’s about… um… dip-o-mats.”

Percy can’t stop his laughter. “Diplomats, dear,” he corrects her pronunciation, wiping some of the chalk out of her hair, careful to avoid the tender skin around her horns, which are just beginning to come in.

“Yep!” she agrees, despite having no idea what that word truly means. All she knows is that it sounds fancy and formal. “Like Mama! She’s a dip-lo-mat.”

It’s a bit surprising she even knows that much. “Indeed. So, what does this book say about diplomats?” Percy continues, pulling up a chair so he can sit beside Gwennie. Immediately, she chooses to forgo her own chair to clamber onto his lap. He doesn’t even care that the chalk covering her begins to transfer to his clothes.

“It says they’re really pretty, ‘cause Mama’s really pretty. And they’re super smart and cool.”

“Do you want to be a diplomat, Lord Percy?” he asks, tapping her nose to make her giggle and squirm.

“Nu uh. I’m a clock maker. I made this!” Gwennie insists, pointing to the bejeweled wrist-watch that her father had made her for her fourth birthday. “See? I even signed it!”

The writing she points to is not a signature, but an engraving of the words, ‘For Gwendolyn, my beloved daughter.’ Percy doesn’t have the heart to tell her that, though. “An admirable profession.”

Gwennie grins. “Mm hm. ‘Cause I’m super smart. Like you! Mama’s pretty and you’re smart.”

“And you are both,” Percy hums, adjusting his cloak as it tries to slip off her tiny shoulders. “My beautiful, brilliant girl. Did you make these glasses, darling?” he taps the wire spectacles on her face.

“Uncle Tary helped a little… but it was my idea!” Her pride shines through as she adjusts the faux-glasses to sit higher on her nose.

“A maker of clocks and glasses? My, aren’t you talented. What was the inspiration behind these?”

Gwennie throws her arms around his shoulders. “I just wanted to be like you, daddy.”

Oh, and that just makes him melt into something disgusting and gooey. Percy will never understand how he got so lucky to be blessed with Gwendolyn, or any of his children, but it’s a miracle he’ll cling to and appreciate with a fierce vigor. “You know, I’ll never complain about you playing pretend, dear, but I do like Gwennie far more than Lord Percy. And, ah, perhaps we should clean this chalk out of your hair before your mother sees it.”

“Too late,” the woman in question calls out, announcing her presence to the pair.

“Mama! Mama!” Gwennie calls out, clambering out of Percy’s lap so she can run up and bury herself in Vex’s poofy skirts. Vex smiles and meets her halfway, reaching down to lift Gwennie into her arms.

“Have you been playing dress-up, darling?”

“Mm hm! I wanted to be like Daddy!” she says, reaching out for Percy and making grabby hands.

Percy follows her unspoken instructions, joining his girls and wrapping Vex in a hug that sandwiches Gwennie between them, much to the little girl’s delight. She shrieks in laughter, and it’s a sound sweeter than the finest bard’s lute.

“Well, you certainly look the part. Though, that cloak is a bit large for you. I think we’ll have to make you one of your own.”

That’s an idea, Percy thinks. He makes a mental note to reach out to the castle tailor soon. Vex sends him a knowing look, but he can’t find it in himself to be embarrassed by appreciating his daughter’s adorable games.

Especially when Gwennie claps her hands together. “Can we? Please? Pleaseeeeee?”

“I’ll look into it,” Percy promises, finally parting himself from Vex’s embrace. “For now, I think it’s time to take a bath. Chalk isn’t typically supposed to go in hair.”

“Ten more minutes?” Gwennie asks, burrowing into her mother’s arms and batting her eyes at Percy.

With her, ‘ten more minutes’ really means at least an hour.

And yet, Percy is a weak, weak man, and really, what’s the harm in waiting a bit? “Alright. Ten more minutes.”

The speed at which he gave into her makes Vex roll her eyes, but she doesn’t overrule him. How can she, when Gwennie is already beaming with her success? “Thank you, Daddy! Mama, did you see my glasses? I made them!”

As his daughter dramatically explains her process of crafting the glasses and his wife listens along, smiling softly, Percy has never felt happier.

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no clue if you're into Les Misérables at all but i just need to yell about something for a second. and that something has to do with the english musical and the french concept album, specifically how gavroche seems So Fucking Angry in the french version compared to the english one.

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS ALL OPINION AND I'M PRETTY SURE I'M TALKING OUT OF MY ASS FOR HALF OF THIS ANYWAY. THE ENGLISH MUSICAL IS GOOD I JUST LOVE FABRICE BERNARD'S GAVROCHE.

like, first off, the french version of Little People is... honestly depressing if you really think about it. like, little people is great! it's a fun song about how children are more than people think they are!

it's a lot happier than anything a french gavroche could sing.

the french counterpart is called La Faute à Voltaire [1], and i'm not even gonna try to explain that reference here because it's honestly just a Lot, but in between the chorus when it's not satirizing about Voltaire and Rousseau you get these lines:

I can't really translate these because there's lots of lines that can't be translated [2], but each of them speak about the fact that gavroche lives in a constant state of poverty with no garauntee of food and safety. gavroche literally calls himself a va-nu-pied, which is a degrading term for someone who is extremely poor (literally "go barefoot", before they don't have money for shoes.)

(fun fact, when i was trying to translate this before i gave up, i used GT to double check the basic meaning of my tl of "joyeux drilles en guenilles" and it gave me "merry ragged bitches". do with that what you will.)

needless to say, it's not exactly the same as simply being looked down upon for being a child.

Also, just listen to the difference in tone in the english and french version. (ian tucker and fabrice bernard respectively). maybe it's just me, but gavroche in the french version sounds constantly at least a little angry (mostly because this is an angry song in french!)

the other song that particularly strikes me is the french counterpart to Look Down, which is called Donnez, Donnez. (If i'm wrong about this, someone please correct me though!)

Now, Look Down is incredibly powerful and i fucking love it, and honestly I think I honestly love both versions equally. but something strikes me about fabrice bernard's gavroche, and i think that something is just how much cruder he is than english gavroche, and how much more alone he seems.

on the first note (crudeness), english gavroche does say hell, which some people consider a swear, but french gavroche uses the words "j'me démerde", which essentially means "i manage/get by", but uses 1. shortenings/skipping sounds with j'me (very much not Proper) and 2. the word "démerde", which literally has "shit" in it (merde.) So, essentially, deshit or deal with shit.

He also uses "V'la" instead of "voilà", which is another shortening and even worse, because he pronounces it not very similar to the original word. It also denotes a certain amount of uncaringness towards his family due to the nature of type of speech, whereas english gavroche says "these are my people", which is much nicer.

english gavroche also says "not much to look at, nothing posh / nothing that you'd call up to scratch" while french gavroche says "nothing in my hands, nothing in my pockets / everything in the heart of my song", which to me reads more of an emphasis on the fact that he has nothing, rather than what he does have being subpar.

back to the deshitting stuff, though, the line "this is my school, my high society", which is once again denoting a sense of at least somewhat belonging or claiming this place, is turned into "j'ai pas de sous, et pourtant j'me démerde," which literally means "i have no money, but i manage" (but in the rudest phrasing they could get away with), which is fascinating, since it's once again highlighting a lack of something!

finally, "think you're poor? think you're free? follow me!" is changed to "les timides, les caïds, suivez l'guide!" which.... i don't really know if i can translate caïds? but once again, it's much more degrading language.

Oh, and once again: good angry voice. My god. (kicks in at 1:13)

From beyond that, there's differences in the english version i can listen to and the english lyrics i can actually find, so i don't really want to get back into compairisions here, but i just want to note that gavroche basically yells "vive moi, pas le roi, ça ira, ça ira [3]", meaning "long live me, not the king", which is an interesting thing to have when the original english (as far as i can tell) actually had the words "long live us" instead!

Oh, oh, and the phrase "parce qu'à Paname, y a plus d'oseille" (when he sings about thénardier) is entirely reliant on slang, which is super cool! (specifically, paname is an old name for paris, and oseille means money, so basically "cuz in paris there's more money")

oh. and his death in both versions. good lord. SO.

in the english version, as far as i can tell, gavroche sings Little People until the end. he quite literally never gives up. it's heartbreaking and it makes me bawl my eyes out.

but french gavroche.... to an extent, he does this too, as he dies on the second line of La Faute à Voltaire, but i want to point to a specific line:

"c'est comme ça, on gagne pas, à chaque fois..." "it's how it is. you don't win every time."

this gavroche already knows he's lost. because he knows he's miserable, and poor, and never going to get better, not really. he's essentially already accepted his death. it's horrifying.

i don't really have any concluding thoughts other than "french gavroche good (english gavroche also good but not fav)", but i really do think it's fascinating that gavroche is a much more raw and beaten down kid in the french version. like i know why he's not in the english version (two words: oliver twist), but... this fits. this really fits les mis. and it's my favorite book, so.

oh shit. oh man i really wrote all that. um. whoops?

[1] the song directly lays blame at the feet of Voltaire and Rousseau for some kind of injustice, as it is a satirization of the fact that, due to Voltaire and Rousseau's influence on the revolution, lots of royalists blamed them directly for it.

[2] for example, "Je suis un va-nu-pieds / Mais, nu, le pied va quand même" is a play on words. Va-nu-pieds is a word for an incredible poor and/or homeless person (literally "go barefoot" because they can't by shoes). Gavroche calls himself this, but in the next line says "but, barefoot, the foot can still walk", which says a LOT about him tbh

[3] those "ça ira"s are a reference to a revolutionary song, literally called 'Ça ira'!

(2/2) IMPORTANT NOTE ABOUT THE LONG GAVROCHE ASK:

if i said "ça ira" translates to "it'll do", i was wrong (though not entirely)! it's could also translate to "it'll go/it'll pass"! <- in fact, i think that translation is the correct one lol.

Okay okay. This is a lot there's even footnotes, I'm going to do my best to have a cohesive response. I am not currently into Les Mis and I have no idea who Gavroche is, but glad to be yelled at over it!

I see what you're talking about--though undoubtedly not as clearly as you do as my French is little and very rusty--and it makes complete sense with what I know about you as a person that French Gavroche is more appealing. I agree as well, the...added depth? Not shying away from making it gritty and bare and plain to see his situation instead of softening it? is almost always more of a motivating and captivating character, even when the softer counterpart is endearing.

I do also hear the tone shift you're talking about between songs! Maybe I'm being subconsciously influenced by you because you said it first, but at the very least the English version is incredibly cheery. Which doesn't match the lyrics of the second, if I'm understanding right.

Also! The slang/shortening of words and the shit thing are very interesting, I love seeing language get played with like that, so I appreciate you explaining the meanings. The i have things but not a lot vs I don't have anything is a fascinating comparison of perspective!

Which also comes up in the variations of their deaths, and I think I can get what you're highlighting about it being horrifying but also compelling and fascinating. You don't always win! I can't compare it to Les Mis as I haven't read it, but it tracks that this would fit with the book based on the very little I do know.

I also don't have any concluding thoughts because this is a lot and it's difficult to convey *sits here eagerly listening nodding along focused* in words because I'm on the receiving end of all the words and info. But this is very fascinating to see and I appreciate learning all this! I now know significantly more about Gavroche and his portrayal! I don't, however, know who Gavroche is

#les mis #gavroche #quil's queries #commonghost #all caps #i don't think i touched on everything you said but I promise I did read it all #and I listened to the songs #you're right the angry song voice is VERY good #love a good song packed with emotion #love when you can hear the. like. human mechanics behind expressing it and it's not this perfect edited voice #i want the HUMANITY! i want the RAWNESS!#anyway. enjoyed this thoroughly #long post

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Bonsoir Chapter 9: Baby, Come Home

Summary: To Cassia's immense relief, Gregor comes home. Is it too good to be true?

Pairing: Gregor x OC! Cassia Nu

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Mentions of Grief, Sadness, and Death. Angst. Gregor has Pseudobulbar Affect (PBA).

WC: 4.1K

A/N: It's taken me forever, but I did it. I finished Chapter 9! HUGE shoutout to @idlenesses for inspiring me!!! I'm so grateful for all your comments, encouragement, and feedback for Bonsoir! <3

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“Gregor?” Cassia murmurs, unsure, terrified, breathless, nauseous, all of the above.

“Hello, cyare.” He whispers, clearly just as unsure as her.

She thinks she may throw up. Or pass out. She can’t look away from him. She’s completely frozen in place.

Is he really here?

“Gregor.” Dyer rushes to Gregor, pulling him into his arms.

Cassia knows that he does it so she can catch her breath. She looks at the flowers in Gregor’s hands. The same ones he brought her all those months ago. The ones that he carried around his wrist.

“I’m so sorry, vod… I thought… I thought you were gone…” Dyer tears up.

“It’s okay, Dyer. I promise you, we’ll talk about it all but right now…” Gregor nods in Cassia’s direction.

“Of course, brother. Go.” Dyer grins, happy to have Gregor back.

Cassia feels like her knees may give out so she tries to hold herself up with the front counter. Mara understands and is at her side in seconds. Cassia holds onto her.

How was he here? This had to be a trick… It couldn’t be real. He died. She grieved him.

“May I?” Gregor asks Mara for permission to approach.

Mara looks at Cassia, whose lips are still parted, slightly trembling, and tears have started to well up in her eyes.

“Give her a second.” Mara holds up a hand.

Gregor nods, smiling softly, nervously, wanting desperately to hold her. She’s even more beautiful than he remembers. Even with tears in her eyes, she’s perfect.

“Gregor-” Cassia’s voice cracks and she pulls away from Mara and rushes to him, her knees finally giving out when she reaches him.

He drops the flowers and catches her, just like he always will.

“I’m here.” The damn breaks behind his eyes and he starts to cry. “I’m home.”

Cassia starts crying again, resting her forehead against his, cupping his face. He holds her hands against his face, just to make sure that this is actually real… that this is actually happening.

Cassia brushes her nose against his and he closes his eyes, breathing her in. All their memories come rushing back to him and he brushes his lips against her cheek. She does the same. He moves slightly closer to her mouth. Cassia, with trembling lips, brushes her lips against his, so gently that Gregor has to open his eyes to make sure that he didn’t just imagine it. He stares into her eyes for a moment. She’s grinning at him.

It’s really Gregor. He’s actually home.

Gregor crushes his lips to hers, pulling him against him. He winces ever so slightly in pain from getting shot in the chest only yesterday, but he doesn’t give a kriff. He needs her against him.

“You… don’t have someone… else?” Gregor whispers.

“I never stopped loving you.” She promises him. “There could never be someone else.”

His heart shatters in the best way possible at her words. She still loves him. She never gave up on him.

He kisses her again and again and again, until they’re both breathless. She almost forgets about Mara and Dyer probably standing off to the side.

“I love you.” He murmurs against her lips.

“I love you.” She promises him, curling herself around him, needing to hold him.

She notices the way he winces and pulls away, alarmed. “What is it?”

“Ah, it’s nothing. I got shot in the chest yesterday.” He waves it off.

“I’m sorry, you what?” Dyer asks, coming around the bookshelf to look at his brother. “By who?”

“I believe you mean ‘by whom’.” Gregor lets out a cackle.

That’s new. And she suddenly realizes that his voice is a bit different. A little higher, more posh. This is still her Gregor, but new…

“I have a lot to tell you.” Gregor tells Cassia and Dyer.

Cassia notices the patch on the side of Gregor’s head and gently tilts his head to the side, so she can see it better.

“Who did this to you?” She demands.

“It was a thing called an inhibitor chip… it controlled the clones. I got it-” Gregor starts.

“You know about the inhibitor chips?” Cassia asks him, surprised.

“You know about them?” Gregor asks, perhaps even more surprised.

“Dyer found out a lot for us when the Order happened.” Cassia starts to stand up, helping Gregor up.

He immediately pulls her into his side, probably never letting her go again.

“Do you still have yours in?” Gregor asks him, confused.

“I haven’t figured out how to get it taken out yet.” Dyer shrugs. “It was ineffective though. I assumed it was due to my accident on Sarrish…”

Gregor nods. “That makes sense. Rex helped me get mine out. I’ll comm him and he can help you get yours out.”

“Thanks, cap.” Dyer nods, gratefully.

Gregor’s heartstrings tug at the title. Captain. He was a captain. Is a captain…?

“Don’t mention it, vod.” Gregor reaches his arm out for Dyer to take it.

Dyer takes his hand and arm, squeezing, clearly just glad to have his brother and captain back. He looks from Gregor to Cassia, who’s not been able to take her eyes off of him. Understandably so.

“You want to go upstairs? I imagine we have a lot to talk about.” Cassia suggests to Gregor when he lets go of Dyer.

Mara’s eyes dart straight to Cassia, her brow furrowing slightly.

“Nothing would make me happier.” He picks the flowers up off the floor and hands them to her. “I made an incredibly quick stop at our place.”

Our place… Cassia’s heart clenches at the memory of the park and she reaches up and kisses him again.

“Cash… Can I talk to you for a second, please?” Mara clears her throat.

Cassia pulls away from Gregor to look at Mara, giving her a ‘Why can this not wait?’ look. Mara nods toward the door and starts to walk outside. It was clearly too important to wait.

“I’ll be right back.” Cassia sighs, not quite wanting to let go of him.

“I’ll be right here.” He kisses her on the head. “I’m not going anywhere.”

She smiles and nods before following Mara outside.

“What is it?” Cassia asks, softly.

Mara crosses her arms, glancing at the guys inside and then leaning on the window. She didn’t trust Gregor yet… He’d been gone for a year and now after Order 66… he just shows back up?

Cassia looks at Gregor who’s talking to Dyer, hugging him tightly. Her heart melts at the sight and she can’t help but smile. They were getting a second chance. After all this time.

“Cash…” Mara sighs, softly, looking for her to understand.

“What?” Cassia looks back at Mara, confused.

“H-how do we know we can trust him? How do you know that’s even really Gregor…?” Mara crosses her arms.

“That is Gregor.” Cassia tells her, sure.

“He doesn’t look like Gregor… he doesn’t sound like Gregor…” Mara shakes her head.

Mara has a point, Cassia nods. But she knows. She knows deep down that is Gregor and whatever he’s gone through, made him like this. This new version of himself.

“I think you’re clinging to the past, Cash…” Mara murmurs, trying to keep a calm voice.

Cassia whips her head back toward Mara. “Excuse me?”

“There’s no way that’s Gregor, Cash… I’m sorry. But this is some sort of trick.” Mara wants Cassia to understand she’s saying this to protect her. “This isn’t some romance novel. This is real life.”

With tears in her eyes, she drags Mara back into the bookstore. “Gregor.”

Gregor looks at her, concern on his face. “Yes?”

“The first night we met… in the park… what did I tease you about with never having land on Kamino.” Cassia asks him.

“Oh…” He smiles softly, trying to remember, his memory still taking a little bit. “Something about me being part aquatic.”

He laughs at the memory and while this laugh may be a slightly newer laugh, it’s his. It belongs to Gregor. It’s really him.

“That’s right.” Cassia grins, wiping the tears from her eyes, then looks at Mara. “See?”

Mara still doesn’t look convinced. She looks at Dyer. “You believe this is really Gregor?”

“I do.” Dyer nods, looking between Gregor and Mara.

“What can I do to make you believe it’s really me?” Gregor asks Mara.

Mara glares at him. “You can start off by telling us why it took you so long to get here. Fifteen months is a long time to be gone and just show back up.”

Gregor sighs with a nod, looking at his brother. “Right. That’s fair.”

Cassia feels her world start to crash down a bit. The love of her life was home… and her best friend was being impossible.

Gregor looks at Cassia. “I need you to know… The moment I remembered you, I fought tooth and nail to come back to you.”

“Y-you forgot me?” She asks, confused.

“I… I did… But I can explain everything.” He promises her.

She looks at Mara, who’s shaking her head, but when she looks at Gregor, she’s only filled with love. So, she nods, allowing him to continue.

“I saw you get shot, Dyer… I saw you go down… I thought you died… There was no one… I was all alone…” Gregor looks over at Dyer before looking back at Cassia. “I needed to get back to you…”

Gregor takes a breath and winces in pain so she leads him over to the window seat, sitting next to him, not letting go of him. There’s so much he needs to say, and he’s been afraid to say it, knowing that he could burst into tears or laughter at any second. What if they don’t take him seriously?

Cassia clings to Gregor’s hands, unable to stop looking at him.

These are his hands, she thinks to herself.

“I ran over to what I thought was an empty Sarrishian ship and tried to get back to base, but one of the Sarrishians was on board and he tried to kill me so I had to kill him first… and then I got chased by another Sarrishian ship and crash landed on a planet called Abafar. I hit my head and ended up suffering from memory loss for months… This asshole Borkus took advantage of that and made me work for him in some shitty diner. Then this little squad consisting of a Zilkan and a few droids saved me-” Gregor tries to keep the tears at bay but once he starts talking about Gascon and the droids, he can’t help but let out a cackle, remembering how ridiculous he’d found the whole situation at first.

“Saved you?” Dyer sits next to Gregor, confused.

“The Zilkan, Gascon… he told me I was a clone, but… I didn’t know what a clone was… he told me I was a soldier of the Republic. I definitely didn’t believe him at first. They showed me and reminded me of who I was.” Gregor says, then looks at Cassia. “As soon as they told me that… you came back to me. I knew I had to get back to you right away.”

“But?” Mara rolls her eyes.

Cassia glares at Mara before looking back at Gregor, squeezing his hands. “Ignore her.”

The Sun is starting to set, casting a glow through the crystal prisms like they always do at this time of day and Gregor suddenly remembers the first time he ever came in here, how he was so gone for Cassia, it wasn’t even funny. It’s a memory so vivid, it nearly takes his breath away. The way that the crystal prism casted rainbows over her fair skin, making her look like a goddess… Maker, he’s missed her so much.

“I helped Gascon and his crew get back to a ship so they could finish their mission. But I was a little late as I fought off probably a hundred or so Separatist droids. There was a huge explosion and I got thrown into a wall by the huge blast and hit my head incredibly hard. Fortunately, I got to keep my memory this time, but I ended up with… what I later learned is called, Pseudobulbar Affect… a traumatic brain injury…”

“Oh, Gregor…” Cassia squeezes his arm. “I’m so sorry.”

He shrugs with a nervous cackle. “All that action has finally caught up with me, it seems.”

“That still doesn’t explain the other months…” Mara shrugs.

“Mara. Enough. Please…” Cassia looks over at her.

“The droids took me hostage until it became this new Empire… I had to train these new TK troopers… They’re replacing the clones with new soldiers. Non-clones.” He groans. “I mean, Dyer… the numbers this new Empire has... It’s insane. We don’t stand a chance…”

“I’m going for a walk…” Mara tells the group and then leaves.

“Mara-” Cassia starts to get up, but Dyer stops her.

“I’ll go talk to her. You stay here. Have a moment of peace.” Dyer pats her shoulder and then follows after Mara.

“I escaped the new Empire with the help from this group of rogue clones. And that’s how I got back to you.” Gregor continues.

She leans in and brushes her lips against his, as if she couldn’t hold herself back anymore. Gregor wraps his arms around her, something he’d been so desperate to do for so long. He can’t help but tear up again.

Cassia runs her hands up his back into his hair, smiling. “Your hair is longer.”

“So is yours.” He pulls away to look at her more.

“I like it.” She runs her fingers through it and he closes his eyes at the feeling.

“I like yours too.” He brings her fingers to his lips, kissing her hand.

Dyer was right… This is a moment of peace. A moment that both of them have been waiting for for way too long.

“Let’s go home.” She stands up and takes his hand, leading him up the steps to her apartment.

Gregor is incredibly nervous. He’s been gone so long, what if he doesn’t fit in in Cassia’s space anymore? What if she realizes she’s better off without him?

When Cassia opens the door, Wedge comes running from her bedroom to greet her and she leans down to pet him.

“Wedge is looking well fed.” Gregor chuckles and Cassia smiles up at him from the floor.

Wedge walks between Gregor’s legs, purring wildly and meowing loudly.

“He missed you.” Cassia feels herself tear up slightly when Gregor bends down and picks up the tooka, cuddling him closely.

“I missed you too, buddy.” Gregor scratches Wedge under the chin and Wedge makes himself comfy in his arms, purring louder.

It’s right then that Cassia knows everything is going to be okay. Gregor is home. He’s really home. She can’t stop repeating that phrase in her head. This is the man she fell in love with and they’re actually getting their second chance… Something that she begged the Maker for every night for months.

Wedge jumps down to the couch and Gregor drops his duffle bag in the chair he used to sit his armor in, turning around to look at Cassia.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.” He grins.

“What’s that?” She sits on the couch and he follows, sitting next to her.

“Seeing the most beautiful woman in the entire galaxy.” He squeezes her hand.

“Good to know you’re just as smooth as ever.” She teases him, cupping his face.

“If not more smooth.” He smooths his hair back and winks, teasingly.

“Maker, I missed that humor.” She finds herself tearing up again and she practically jumps into his arms, burying her face in his neck.

Cassia still can’t quite wrap her mind around the fact that Gregor’s here. That he’s home… in her arms. She keeps expecting to wake up from a dream.

“I really did try to get home to you as fast as I could, cyar’ika…” He murmurs. “I’m so sorry it took me so long.”

Cassia’s chest tightens at the term of endearment he uses. She never thought she’d get to hear him call her anything in Mando’a again.

“I know you did.” Cassia pulls away from his neck to kiss him, gently.

Gregor’s still holding onto her for dear life, like he’s waiting to wake up from his own dream. After all that he’d been through, and now he had her back. They both still have tears in their eyes as they can’t take their eyes off of each other.

Until they hear Cassia’s front door open and Mara and Dyer walk in. Mara still looks rather unhappy, but not hostile, so that’s a start. Cassia stands up, still holding Gregor’s hand. As if he’s keeping her grounded.

“I’m sorry for being so rude earlier… But, I’m going to go with Dyer to get his chip out. You guys clearly need some time to… talk.” She tells you.

It’s weird having conflict with Mara… They’ve never had this happen before. Except for their one fight when they were teens about whether or not Cassia had lost Mara’s favorite book. It had turned up that her mom had accidentally donated it to a library and Mara spent days apologizing to Cassia after that. Nothing had ever come between them since.

“We can hold Joc’s funeral when you get back?” Cassia asks, quietly.

Mara nods, giving a sad, sympathetic smile. It’s obvious that Mara is still upset but whatever Dyer had said to her, got her to calm down a bit.

“I’ll get ahold of Rex now.” Gregor tells Dyer, getting up and kissing Cassia on the head before letting her hand go and following Dyer into the kitchen. Mara steps into the living room, watching Dyer and Gregor grinning at each other as they talk.

“I’m going to stay at my mom’s flat when we get back.” Mara tells her.

“Mar-” Cassia starts.

“You need your space back. So do I.” Mara murmurs, looking at her.

Mara wasn’t wrong, and Cassia knows it. She and Gregor needed the space to figure out what’s next for them. It’ll be a huge adjustment to Cassia, not having Mara around all the time.

She doesn’t even know if she and Gregor are ready to share a bed yet, no matter how badly she wants to cuddle up in his arms again. She doesn’t want to make him uncomfortable. So, if he wants the couch, he can have it. Or even if he’d rather take her bed, she’ll gladly sleep on the couch.

“It’ll be okay. We’ll talk when we get back.” Mara nods.

Perhaps after spending every day together for almost a year and a half, they needed a break from each other.

Cassia nods, and for the first time in her life, she can’t tell what Mara is thinking. It’s a strange feeling and she can’t help but be afraid that it may come down to having to choose between Gregor or Mara.

She knows she’d choose Mara. She thinks Mara knows that too. She hopes so at least.

Cassia watches as Mara gathers up her bag, packing her stuff up.

“Are you ready?” Dyer’s voice asks Mara.

Mara looks up at him and nods, pulling the shoulder strap further up but Dyer takes her bag from her and she smiles. It’s nice to see her happy, at least. She deserves it.

“I’ll give you a minute.” Dyer tells her then looks at Cassia. “See you when we get back.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Cassia smiles and nods.

Cassia’s grateful for the friendship she’s found in Dyer. She’s never been one to make friends easily, but since Dyer helped get Joc back, she sees him in a new light. Dyer is truly a wonderful friend. She sees why Gregor cares so much for him.

“I’ll give you a minute as well.” Gregor squeezes Cassia’s hand and kisses her on the head again, following Dyer out.

Mara and Cassia stand there, staring at each other for a moment. So much was already said out of anger, Cassia’s not sure what to say. She’s not sorry for trusting Gregor, so she’s not going to apologize.

“Be careful while I’m gone.” Mara sighs.

“Sure.” Cassia nods.

Cassia’s aware this isn’t final, but she’s not sure why there feels like a certain finality to Mara’s tone.

“I’ll be back over in a few days to make sure everything is okay.” Mara says, starting to walk to the door.

“Alright.” Cassia sighs.

“Bye.” Mara gives a half smile and then walks out the door in time for Gregor to come back in.

Once the door closes, Cassia and Gregor stand there, looking at each other nervously. It’s almost like their first night together. A sort of newness to it. Both of them have gone through hell and back just to find each other again.

Gregor takes a step closer to her and she mimics the move. He does it again and then she does again. They repeat this until they’re standing directly in front of each other. Gregor makes the first move, bringing his hand up to brush the hair out of Cassia’s face. It really has gotten longer since he’d last seen her. It used to be shoulder length but now her ponytail is to the center of her back.

“Do you want to take it slow?” Gregor murmurs, playing with her fingers with his own.

“We probably should, shouldn’t we?” Cassia smiles softly up at him.

She wanted the opposite, though. She wanted to jump into his arms, wrap her legs around his waist like she used to do. He’s hurt, though. Her needy thoughts about him are going to have to wait.

Gregor backs Cassia up to the kitchen island, caging her in by placing his hands on both sides of her on the island. She looks up at him, wide eyed, full of need, as he leans in close, his lips threatening to brush against hers.

“I missed these lips so much. Dreamt of them nearly every night.” He smiles.

“I thought you didn’t remember me?” She chuckles.

“Doesn’t mean that I didn’t dream of you.” He tells her, resting his forehead against hers. She doesn’t know if he’s actually being completely truthful about dreaming about her, but it sounds good, doesn’t it?

“Gregor…” Cassia closes her eyes and sighs.

He closes his eyes and breathes her in, feeling the calmest he’s ever felt. When he brushes his lips against hers, he moves his hands to Cassia’s hips, keeping her pressed against him. Unfortunately, it doesn’t take long for the tears to start. Frustrated with himself, he pulls away.

“Gregor?” Cassia reaches out, placing a hand on Gregor’s shoulder as he pinches his eyes closed, trying to get the tears to stop flowing. “What is it?”

“This… thing that I have… Pseudobulbar Affect… the Imperial medic told me a few things… but I thought I could control it…” He looks at her with tears in his eyes, wiping them with the sleeve of his shirt.

“What sort of things did they tell you?” She asks, just wanting to help.

“It can cause uncontrollable crying… or laughing…” He tells her, apologetically. “I’m sorry… I can stay somewhere else until I figure it out-”

She looks at him and sees how much he’s changed, sure. But she also sees that this is still the man who she fell in love with, who she still loves more than anything in the galaxy. The man who she’d do absolutely anything for.

She pulls him to her, cupping his cheek with one hand while she wipes his tears with the other. “Don’t be sorry… we’ll figure it out together, alright? I’m not going anywhere. And neither are you.”

Gregor can’t help but wonder what he did to deserve this woman. How could he have forgotten how kind and caring she is? He believes her fully when she tells him that they’ll figure it out together.

“In the meantime…” She whispers, leading him toward the bedroom, realizing she wants nothing more than to share a bed with him again. “Will you sleep with me?”

“That’s all I’ve wanted since leaving your bed that morning over a year ago.” He admits, letting her guide him to her room.

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Round 2A

Deftones' Around the Fur: I think God is moving its tongue; there's no crowds in the street and no sun. Around the Fur is the sophomore studio album from American alternative metal band Deftones, although the expected dressings of the genre would not always stick. The band did not so much enter the scene with their first record as they kicked the doorman in the teeth and brought the scene out into the alleyway with them. Around the Fur, which produced the singles My Own Summer (Shove It) and Be Quiet and Drive (Far Away), does not dial down the aggression of the band's first outing, but centers it more thematically and strikes back against the newly-forming barriers of metal subgenres to encompass nu-metal, post-hardcore, and alternative rock in one. As guitarist Stephen Carpenter reflected on the band's sound, "We didn't make a decision (…) it was just metal." The record was recognized by fans, but not necessarily by the public or critics right away; it took two years to become certified Gold, and fourteen to become certified Platinum in the United States. One critic would write, twenty years after its initial release, "You know that even when (vocalist) Chino Moreno is saying nothing, he’s saying something, venomous words tripping over themselves as they surge from between his lips. And you won’t hear a better vocal performance all year, as the whispering, shrieking Chino takes you on a rollercoaster ride in and out of his personal hell."

Spice World: Hold on to your knickers, girls! Spice World is a musical comedy film starring the wildly popular and decade-defining British girl group, the Spice Girls. Directed by Bob Spiers, the movie follows the fictionalized adventures of the real Spice Girls– Sporty, Scary, Baby, Ginger, and Posh– as they prepare for a live concert in London while exploring surreal fantasy sequences and navigating major obstacles such as aliens, Speed-style bus racing, and narrowing down which little black dress looks best. Something of a send-up to the cheeky second-reality films of the Beatles, Spice World blends musical performances, slapstick comedy, celebrity cameos and the highest of high camp. The film notably captures the essence of the 90s pop culture phenomenon surrounding the Spice Girls, perhaps moreso than even the albums predating it, and serves as both a showcase of their music and a parody of their cartoonish public personas.

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Today's album: Super Furry Animals - Rings Around the World (2001)

Initial thoughts: I have never heard of this band. I know this because i would certainly have remembered the worst band name since hoobastank. Cool looking album cover, though.

Alternate Route to Vulcan Street-

Prettier than i was expecting, tbh. Kinda dig the spacy vibe. Singer is mumbly, but there's a lot of processing on the vocals and that's not helping matters.

Sidewalk Serfer Girl-

Oh yeah, a meaningless misspelling. Woo.

Guitar's nice and heavy but the lyrics are a jumbled and overdubbed word salad.

Chorus is catchy, but kinda stupid.

(Drawing) Rings Around the World-

Okay, the end of this song is fucking obnoxious.

Now, I honestly and without irony enjoy music that some other people have described as "truly heinous shit", but this is a very specific kind of obnoxious. Beeping and ringing noises are just irritating as hell.

Also, do *any* of their songs' lyrics mean anything?

It's Not the End of the World?-

Okay, I'm immediately made an asshole by this album, because this one is kinda sweet.

Kinda feels a bit like a slower early OK GO song, tbh.

Receptacle for the Respectable-

Credit where credit is due: that's the nicest way to call somebody a "posh cum dumpster" that I've ever seen.

[A] Touch Sensitive-

A nice spacy vibey instrumental. I kinda dig this one.

Shoot Doris Day-

Ah, fuck, he's singing some nonsensical bullshit again. It's like the kinda shit that sounds somewhat deep but then you actually read it and it's just "yeah, these words rhyme and follow the metric foot".

Miniature-

Ooh, another instrumental!

Oh, it's 40 seconds long.

And kinda just some warbles.

No Sympathy-

Sounds like it's half a country song, half an early led zeppelin song.

Reads like it was written by a pissed off 14 year old. Like, real nu-metal lyric hours over here.

The lyrics continue to be the worst part of this band.

Long outro, but it gets kinda rad at the end, not gonna lie. Almost a bit like Aphex Twin just dropping out of nowhere.

...Someone somewhere is having the absolute inverse experience as i am, just vibing for a few minutes on the meanest song I've heard in years, and then just fuckin HATING this weird IDM/psytrance outro.

Juxtapozed with U-

Japanese City Pop vibes right off the bat.

2001 autotune sounded like dogshit. Lyrics are stupid as hell, as per usual.

I will *never* not be mad at landlords, weird British guy.

Wait, *THIS* is their most-played song!? This has been played over 9 *million* times?

Who the fuck is this band for?

Are y'all okay, England?

Presidential Suite-

Oh Jesus, some goddamn Bill Clinton/Monica Lewinsky shit? Oh heh heh, all those drunken Russians? Yeah, fuck all the way off, ya smug shit.

I have to wonder how this guy feels about the last 8 years of UK politics. Clown shoe fits a bit different now, don't it?

Run! Christian, Run!-

What? No, this song is 8 minutes long!? Yeah, no. Fuck this.

This band sucks absolute shit and I'm bailing on this album.

Fragile Happiness-

Don't care. I read the stupid lyrics and i don't care.

How was this band popular 20 years ago? How are they popular now? Over 140,000 monthly listeners in the year of our lard Two Thousand and Twenty Three? What is wrong with you people? Who hurt you? And why are you trying to fix it with... *THIS*?

My wife's perspective: "supremely unremarkable"

Favorite Track: [A] Touch Sensitive, as it's the only one the singer didn't fuck up with his mouth.

Least Favorite Track: literally everything else.

#1001 albums #dancing to architecture #Super Furry Animals #Rings Around the World

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Simplicity

Clutter is on every surface: the coffee table, the dining table, the counter that the rice cooker sits on. To an outsider, it is a mess. Confusion. Definitely not the kind of place one would want visit on a holiday. But to me, there is familiarity. The kind of familiarity that makes the fanciest hotels feel cold and unwelcoming.

The scent of freshly home-cooked food fills the air. Food that could never be served in a five- star restaurant, but to me, it is far beyond anything a posh restaurant could ever provide. Steaming white rice, stir-fried bok choy with shrimp, chicken wings in a dark soy sauce, tofu soup. The meal seems unassuming, but standing for hours in the sweltering heat, whipping up dish after dish, the time and effort that goes into this meal reflects the love that a grandmother has for her children and grandchildren.

From playing pretend in the middle of the living room, to learning how to wield a kitchen knife, this five-room HDB unit in Bishan is where I spent most of my childhood. Shaping the first seven years of my life, then subsequently every school holiday for the next decade, this is where I returned to when the pollution-filled air of Shanghai became suffocating.

“Ah Ma! How have you been?” I chirp from the doorway in Hokkien while hauling in our various suitcases.

Struggling to stand up from her spot on the sofa in the living room, the smile on her face reaches her wrinkly eyes. “Si Ying! You’re back! That looks heavy, be careful.”

My Chinese name, one so rarely used by the people around me, tells me that I’m home.

Home is where, every night before bed, my Ah Ma and I would unfurl my mattress, laying it on the floor next to the master bed. With my mum, sister, and I squeezed into a slightly dusty and rather cramped room, it was far from luxurious. But the respite it brought me lasted from midnight till the noon sun threatened to blind me through my closed eyelids.

My Ah Ma’s place, my mum’s childhood home, is so much more than just a HDB flat. It is where my mum experienced the pain of losing a father, and where my Ah Ma lost a husband. It is where my mum experienced the joy of getting married, and where my Ah Ma gained a son. It is where my mum brought life into the world, and where my Ah Ma held her first grandchild, me.

It is also where we found out about the cancer. She was given three months.

But this tiny, old Chinese lady was a fighter. After surviving a World War, raising 11 siblings on her own, and becoming a widow with two children, she made it to nine. Six months past the doctors’ estimate. As I announced that I had gotten accepted into NUS, she beamed from the hospital bed, smile reaching her wrinkly eyes as it always has, though looking more tired than before.

A month later, she was gone.

Three years have passed since.

The flat is still as it is, with my uncle living in it. But it feels empty. She is still there in the form of clothes hanging in wardrobes and cutlery in drawers, but there is a vacuum where her presence once was. Where she sat on the sofa, watching afternoon reruns of Taiwanese soap operas, running to the kitchen every commercial break to check on the soup she was boiling. Where her teapot sits on a shelf collecting dust, her love for English tea overly sweetened with condensed milk becoming a thing of the past.

I can no longer visit without a dull ache enveloping me the moment I ring the doorbell.

The dull ache of longing. A longing to return to what it once was, where the walls radiated warmth, instead of the cold concrete it is now. When nothing could not be solved with a warm bowl of soup. When my mum had someone wise to go to for advice, instead of turning to her 22-year-old daughter. When everything was as it was, simple.

#a little story about being the first daughter and granddaughter #mothers day

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