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中国ロリータ服ブランド「仲夏物語」コラボ用に、以前描いたイラストを加筆したものです
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One Fine Day | My Big Fat Greek Wedding
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heyshinichiran · 8 months
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soupy-sez · 11 months
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ONE FINE DAY (1996) dir. Michael Hoffman
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serendipity-in-love · 6 months
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One Fine Day (1996)
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datshitrandom · 8 months
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Source: ♡ Download: ♡
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cruelmiracles · 27 days
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David Byrne (ft. Brooklyn Youth Chorus) ǁ One Fine Day (Live at the National Sawdust Gala (2019)
Saw the wanderin' eye, inside my heart Shouts and battle cries, from every part I can see those tears, every one is true When the door appears, I'll go right through
I stand in liquid light, like everyone I built my life with rhymes, to carry on And it gives me hope, to see you there The things I used to know, that one fine
One fine day
Then a piece of mind, fell over me In these troubled times, I still can see We can use the stars, to guide the way It is not that far, the one fine
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skylarkdevries · 8 months
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A fic I had written years ago, a Trissina One Fine Day AU no one asked for, has been posted ☺️
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megmoon1111 · 5 months
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One fine day, you'll look at me And you will know our love was meant be One fine day, you're gonna want me for your girl
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heroinejinx · 1 year
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‘One Fine Day’ - Songbird, part 1 of 6 (Seraphine x Jinx AU)
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So, um... I have a new rarepair hyperfixation. Definitely didn’t write this when I should’ve been focusing on uni work due in less than 2 weeks, what’re you talking about? 
Anyway, Seraphine is an aspiring popstar working full time in her father’s music store, Songbird. Life is good but kinda lonely, and then Jinx comes along...
Chapter title, ‘One Fine Day,’ is based on the song by The Carpenters.
Also, big shout out, love and kisses to my handsome wife Babs (@lesbian-batman)who beta’d for me <3 love youuuuu
TW: extreme cuteness and fluff. That is all. 
(1,181 words)
AO3 link
Enjoy!
Dreamy vintage pop drifted through the music store’s speakers, bringing life to the rainy Zaun afternoon outside. The takings from the morning were low, especially for a Friday, and the bout of bad weather had driven away any hope of more sales. Might as well have closed up for the day, there and then.
Seraphine idled behind the counter, passing the time by singing along to each song, adding her own trills and high notes where she felt like it. While she belted out tune after tune, she doodled flowers and love hearts on the notepad allocated for ‘work purposes only.’
Her father would’ve flipped his lid if he found out how Seraphine spent her downtime at the store. Songbird was his pride and joy, in part because he’d named it in honour of his daughter, his only child. He’d called her Songbird ever since she was born; said even her crying sounded like an aria.
She took great care of the store for him, of course, but he wouldn’t have approved of her methods. There’s always something to do around here, he’d say. Make yourself useful instead of daydreaming. As a former rockstar and current sound technician for one of Runeterra’s most famous bands, he was hardly one to talk; he dreamed of success back then, just like she did now. Whilst he had the freedom to make his dreams come true, he’d also seen how the music industry corrupted people. He didn’t want the same for her, no matter how much she protested. Since he’d left to join K/DA on tour, she found herself shackled to the store with almost no time to pursue what she loved most.
Music...
Seraphine strived for the spotlight. Over the past couple of years, she had played dozens of open mic nights and gigs at small venues and clubs. Her reach and popularity grew every day. In the last month alone, she’d gained over five thousand new followers on social media and music streaming platforms. It was only a matter of time before a scout from a record company realised her potential and scooped her up.
Until then, life ticked by. Eight ‘til late at Songbird six days a week; studio recordings in the evenings, or at the weekend if she could find someone to mind the store; writing sessions crammed in wherever and whenever she found the time and inspiration. It was hard work, but anything regarding music barely felt like work at all. Music occupied all of her time, mind, and heart. It informed every aspect of her life, even her relationships.
To Seraphine, people were like songs. She’d never tried to explain it to anyone else – had met no one who would’ve understood – but everyone had a melody to them. Strangers gave off waves, impressions. At first, most people sounded like white noise or a continuous low-fi beat. She had to know someone on a deeper level to really hear them; for them to feel open enough to let her listen. It was a long time since she’d gotten close like that.
Between running the store and cultivating her fledgling pop career, she had no social life. Most of the people she’d met through music were acquaintances, transactional connections. In a crowd of fair-weather friends, voices blurred and distorted in the din. Everyone sounded the same.
Seraphine gazed out upon the shop floor filled with CDs, vinyls, and cassette tapes, with no one around to take them home and play them loud like they deserved. A cold loneliness seeped into her soul. She hated days like those, nothing to do but entertain herself and ignore the boredom itching beneath her skin. Music was a lovely companion, but sometimes she needed more than it could give.
With a wistful sigh, she tore off the decorated page of the notepad. Tacked it onto her father’s cork board of concert leaflets, old photographs, music lesson advertisements, and Janna knew what else. The cheerful rumblings of a new song played overhead, as she picked up her favourite bubble-gum pink gel pen, the same colour as her hair, and started on a new page. She drew a dainty love heart so cute she couldn’t help but beam with joy.
Admiring her creation, she didn’t look up when the bell chimed for a new customer. No one had come in for at least two hours; she was out of work mode, in her own little world. Chances were, they wouldn’t need her help, anyway. They were probably stepping out of the downpour, grabbing shelter where they could. It happened a lot around that time of year, heading into fall. So, she ignored the customer’s presence. Even kept singing, albeit under her breath.
‘Hey, do you have any other Bikini Kill records in store?’
Wow, that voice...
Seraphine met the customer’s eye immediately, desperate to find the owner of such an instrument. A petite young woman glared back at her with quizzical impatience, waving a copy of the band’s 1993 album, Pussy Whipped. A navy boiler suit dwarfed her frame, while ocean blue braids swung around her booted feet, frayed and scruffy like they’d been under a hat all day. She had the most distinctive eye colour Seraphine had ever seen. They weren’t quite purple or pink, but some inscrutable shade between the two. Under the store’s artificial light, the colours seemed to switch and swirl.
The music of Bikini Kill seemed to suit her aesthetic, raw and full of rage at the world in that feminist punk rock way, but there was more to her than that. Something unreadable lurked behind those ever-changing irises. Rather than the white noise of a typical stranger, she was a mess of pitch and frequency; a cluster of songs overlapping and battling each other.
What an enchanting cacophony of a person...
Seraphine yearned to hear more, to know everything about this captivating woman. What was her name, her story, her purpose? What were her fears and dreams and fondest memories? Did she have family in Zaun, or was she from out of town? What did she do for work and in her spare time? Did she have a lover? What was her type? Did she like girls...?
‘Well? Do you?’ She spoke again, raspy and sweet. A smoker’s rasp, no doubt.
The image of her posed with a cigarette between her plump, open lips, danced across Seraphine’s mind before she could stop it.
Blushing and hot all over, Seraphine shyly shook her head in reply and returned to the comfort of the notepad.
Janna, it was all so surreal. She had never felt so compelled by a person, and from such a tiny interaction, no less. She couldn’t follow this woman’s song at all, and she... well, she loved it.
‘Okay... I’ll be back.’
With that, the new object of Seraphine’s fascination turned heel and left.
She thumped her head onto the counter and groaned. All she could do was hope that she wouldn’t miss the next visit. And, if the woman bought something, maybe Seraphine might catch her name?
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+Bonus
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mjracles · 10 months
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gong yoo as seo geon [서건] in one fine day (2006)
(source - one fine day [1×16])
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speakofcompersion · 3 months
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serendipity-in-love · 8 months
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One Fine Day (1996)
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datshitrandom · 8 months
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Darren Criss at City Recital Hall | sami | September 11, 2023 | 🎥 via BeckyBoo
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howifeltabouthim · 1 year
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. . . her sweet dim perspective of hope, that along some pathway they should meet with unchanged recognition and take up the backward years as a yesterday.
George Eliot, from Middlemarch
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