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singeart · 1 month

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Okayy we got a Voyager science officer cosplay to make, here(wa)s the plan:

Using an existing pattern I found on etsy, I made adjustments based on vibes reference pictures of Janeway from Night and seeing what other people have made before (shout out to thresholdbb I was Looking at their past cosplays).

Treksona presentation to illustrate the changes I made~

Half the battle was decoding what the vintage pattern instructions were trying to tell me 🤡 but eventually with the help of the internet and my mom on call I figured out each step!

Oh and I had to learn how to iron and how the whole dang sewing machine worked, oiling it, threading the bobbin and needle, I even took apart the foot pedal at one point because I thought it wasn't working lol.

The mockups below, I made one out of Swedish tracing paper and the next one out of cotton (curtains I thrifted) after confirming that it would probably fit:

Turned out pretty good but I decided to move the front seams over just a bit...

Laying out the final pattern:

Cutting out the final pieces was really exciting it was starting to look like something!!

Detail shots below... I didn't feel like I could get the crispness I wanted for the shoulder points with the machine so I did it by hand :')

The shoulder pads were very exciting to put in as well!! I asked the person at JoAnn what the difference was between the two different shoulder pads I had picked up and they said one was more 80s power suit-- that was definitely the one I wanted for this jacket hehe

The final jacket below with a top I found on ebay (also found boots from there)!!! I ended up putting the sleeves in with a machine and ummm there's some puckering I'm trying not to be annoyed about h a h a. I may go back and fix that eventually I don't know... The invisible zipper I got didn't work either so I need to replace that somehow too hrm.

Anyway, I thrifted pants because I didn't want to tackle a whole other piece; I just added fabric to the bottom because they were a smidge short and then cut the iconic vent.

Here's the jacket on me, taken with a weird camera angle so the shoulders are a bit wonky at the edges haha but look!! I lined everything up so well!!

(comm badge and pips from etsy)

I felt ready to go hop on a ship sign me up for first contact I'm ready 🫡

Awright Lessons I Learned:

sewing projects take much much longer than anticipated (I went to stsf and was sewing licherally the night before and morning of. I know it's the convention experience but I was a tad stressed lol)

hand sewing in particular takes forever but I enjoyed it!

people are right to complain about setting in sleeves what da hell was that

flannel (what I used for the black part because it matched the pants the best) was great to work with

linen (the best teal they had in the store) was not!! doesn't iron well, doesn't sew well I don't want to use it ever again <3

this was my first sewing project Ever and I still was pretty hard on myself e h e..........much to think about...

Final words of wisdom from my mom:

Back to the Scully blouse soon!! After a little break :) Thanks for reading!

#star trek cosplay #voy #voy cosplay #voyager cosplay #singesewing #treksona #it was my first convention ever too I had a lot of fun!!#kinda wish i entered the cosplay contest just to get more feedback on my costume loll ah well #yeah i clearly didnt make the scully blouse for halloween haha i wore something else to be her #dont underestimate my ability to put off learning new things </3

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incorrect-pipravi · 7 months

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more pipravi being cute teenagers headcanons

Ravi is such a 21 yo teenager! You’re so real for that anon!! Anyways sorry this took so long and I hope you enjoy these:

Pip doesn’t know how to ride a bicycle, so Ravi teaches her how to.

Just imagine them being so cute together, Ravi holding the bike and encouraging Pip to pedal forward. Them having a fun day. Pip getting a few bruises, which Ravi kisses, here and there.

One of their first few dates was going to the amusement park.

Ravi winning a dog plushie for Pip. Them going on the ferris wheel and Ravi kissing her when they get to the top. Them buying ice cream. (CUTIES!)

THEM MATCHING OUTFITS!

Pip falls asleep on top of Ravi whenever they have sleepovers.

Pip helping Ravi with studying.

Actually just them having study dates in libraries or cafes or even their bedrooms.

They’re always the couple with the best matching Halloween costumes.

One year, they’re Sherlock and Watson. The next, they’re Gomez and Morticia. And so on!

Ravi has the craziest most fun plans for Pip’s birthday each year (like treasure hunts, theme parties, … etc).

Ravi snores loudly when he sleeps. One day, the entire squad go camping, so they have to sleep in the same marquee, but Ravi’s snoring prevents them from sleeping except for Pip, who is fast asleep, because she finds the sound comforting (and of course because she’s used to it).

Ravi is always running towards Pip and hugging her or picking her up and spinning her.

Pip loves giving Ravi back hugs while he’s cooking.

Ravi “makes bad puns” bf and Pip “pretending she hates them” gf.

Pip can be really flirty when she wants to be.

“You need some chapstick. Here, take some of mine” *kisses Ravi* *Ravi blushes* *Pip grins*

PipRavi posting each other on their instagram stories with romantic songs>

#pipravi #pip fitz amobi #ravi singh #agggtm #a good girls guide to murder #pipravi headcanons

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mariacallous · 1 month

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If you were asked to guess which prestigious film-making duo had spent their career scratching around desperately for cash, trying to wriggle out of paying their cast and crew, ping-ponging between lovers, and having such blood-curdling bust-ups that their neighbours called the police, it might be some time before “Merchant Ivory” sprang to mind. But a new warts-and-all documentary about the Indian producer Ismail Merchant and the US director James Ivory makes it clear that the simmering passions in their films, such as the EM Forster trilogy of A Room With a View, Maurice and Howards End, were nothing compared to the scalding, volatile ones behind the camera.

From their initial meeting in New York in 1961 to Merchant’s death during surgery in 2005, the pair were as inseparable as their brand name, with its absence of any hyphen or ampersand, might suggest. Their output was always more eclectic than they got credit for. They began with a clutch of insightful Indian-set dramas including Shakespeare-Wallah, their 1965 study of a troupe of travelling actors, featuring a young, pixieish Felicity Kendal. From there, they moved on to Savages, a satire on civilisation and primitivism, and The Wild Party, a skewering of 1920s Hollywood excess that pipped Damien Chazelle’s Babylon to the post by nearly half a century.

It was in the 1980s and early 1990s, though, that Merchant Ivory became box-office titans, cornering the market in plush dramas about repressed Brits in period dress. Those literary adaptations launched the careers of Hugh Grant, Helena Bonham Carter, Rupert Graves and Julian Sands, and helped make stars of Emma Thompson and Daniel Day-Lewis. Most were scripted by Ruth Prawer Jhabvala, who had been with them, on and off, since their 1963 debut The Householder; she even lived in the same apartment building in midtown New York. Many were scored by Richard Robbins, who was romantically involved with Merchant while also holding a candle for Bonham Carter. These films restored the costume drama to the position it had occupied during David Lean’s heyday. The roaring trade in Jane Austen adaptations might never have happened without them. You could even blame Merchant Ivory for Bridgerton.

Though the pictures were uniformly pretty, making them was often ugly. Money was always scarce. Asked where he would find the cash for the next movie, Merchant replied: “Wherever it is now.” After Jenny Beavan and John Bright won an Academy Award for the costumes in A Room With a View, he said:“I got you your Oscar. Why do I need to pay you?” As Ivory was painstakingly composing each shot, Merchant’s familiar, booming battle cry would ring out: “Shoot, Jim, shoot!”

Heat and Dust, starring Julie Christie, was especially fraught. Only 30 or 40% of the budget was in place by the time the cameras started rolling in India in 1982; Merchant would rise at dawn to steal the telegrams from the actors’ hotels so they didn’t know their agents were urging them to down tools. Interviewees in the documentary concede that the producer was a “conman” with a “bazaar mentality”. But he was also an incorrigible charmer who dispensed flattery by the bucketload, threw lavish picnics, and wangled entrées to magnificent temples and palaces. “You never went to bed without dreaming of ways to kill him,” says one friend, the journalist Anna Kythreotis. “But you couldn’t not love him.”

Stephen Soucy, who directed the documentary, doesn’t soft-pedal how wretched those sets could be. “Every film was a struggle,” he tells me. “People were not having a good time. Thompson had a huge fight with Ismail on Howards End because she’d been working for 13 days in a row, and he tried to cancel her weekend off. Gwyneth Paltrow hated every minute of making Jefferson in Paris. Hated it! Laura Linney was miserable on The City of Your Final Destination because the whole thing was a shitshow. But you watch the films and you see no sense of that.”

Soucy’s movie features archive TV clips of the duo bickering even in the midst of promoting a film. “Oh, they were authentic all right,” he says. “They clashed a lot.”The authenticity extended to their sexuality. The subject was not discussed publicly until after Ivory won an Oscar for writing Call Me By Your Name: “You have to remember that Ismail was an Indian citizen living in Bombay, with a deeply conservative Muslim family,” Ivory told me in 2018. But the pair were open to those who knew them. “I never had a sense of guilt,” Ivory says, pointing out that the crew on The Householder referred to him and Merchant as “Jack and Jill”.

Soucy had already begun filming his documentary when Ivory published a frank, fragmentary memoir, Solid Ivory, which dwells in phallocentric detail on his lovers before and during his relationship with Merchant, including the novelist Bruce Chatwin. It was that book which emboldened Soucy to ask questions on screen – including about “the crazy, complicated triangle of Jim, Ismail and Dick [Robbins]” – that he might not otherwise have broached.

The documentary is most valuable, though, in making a case for Ivory as an underrated advocate for gay representation. The Remains of the Day, adapted from Kazuo Ishiguro’s Booker-winning novel about a repressed butler, may be the duo’s masterpiece, but it was their gay love story Maurice that was their riskiest undertaking. Set in the early 20th century, its release in 1987 could scarcely have been timelier: it was the height of the Aids crisis, and only a few months before the Conservative government’s homophobic Section 28 became law.

“Ismail wasn’t as driven as Jim to make Maurice,” explains Soucy. “And Ruth was too busy to write it. But Jim’s dogged determination won the day. They’d had this global blockbuster with A Room With a View, and he knew it could be now or never. People would pull aside Paul Bradley, the associate producer, and say: ‘Why are they doing Maurice when they could be making anything?’ I give Jim so much credit for having the vision and tenacity to make sure the film got made.”

Merchant Ivory don’t usually figure in surveys of queer cinema, though they are part of its ecosystem, and not only because of Maurice. Ron Peck, who made the gay classic Nighthawks, was a crew member on The Bostonians. Andrew Haigh, director of All of Us Strangers, landed his first industry job as a poorly paid assistant in Merchant’s Soho office in the late 1990s; in Haigh’s 2011 breakthrough film Weekend, one character admits to freeze-framing the naked swimming scene in A Room With a View to enjoy “Rupert Graves’s juddering cock”. Merchant even offered a role in Savages to Holly Woodlawn, the transgender star of Andy Warhol’s Trash, only for her to decline because the fee was so low.

The position of Merchant Ivory at the pinnacle of British cinema couldn’t last for ever. Following the success of The Remains of the Day, which was nominated for eight Oscars, the brand faltered and fizzled. Their films had already been dismissed by the director Alan Parker as representing “the Laura Ashley school” of cinema. Gary Sinyor spoofed their oeuvre in the splendid pastiche Stiff Upper Lips (originally titled Period!), while Eric Idle was plotting his own send-up called The Remains of the Piano. The culture had moved on.

There was still an appetite for upper-middle-class British repression, but only if it was funny: Richard Curtis drew on some of Merchant Ivory’s repertory company of actors (Grant, Thompson, Simon Callow) for a run of hits beginning with Four Weddings and a Funeral, which took the poshos out of period dress and plonked them into romcoms.

The team itself was splintering. Merchant had begun directing his own projects. When he and Ivory did collaborate, the results were often unwieldy, lacking the stabilising literary foundation of their best work. “Films like Jefferson in Paris and Surviving Picasso didn’t come from these character-driven novels like Forster, James or Ishiguro,” notes Soucy. “Jefferson and Picasso were not figures that audiences warmed to.” Four years after Merchant’s death, Ivory’s solo project The City of Your Final Destination became mired in lawsuits, including one from Anthony Hopkins for unpaid earnings.

Soucy’s film, though, is a reminder of their glory days. It may also stoke interest in the movies among young queer audiences whose only connection to Ivory, now 95, is through Call Me By Your Name. “People walk up to Jim in the street to shake his hand and thank him for Maurice,” says Soucy. “But I also wanted to include the more dysfunctional side of how they were made. Hopefully it will be inspiring to young film-makers to see that great work can come out of chaos.”

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afterthegreatunknown · 7 months

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If a person told eight-year-old Bouvard 'Pip' Bellerophon and five-year-old Pecuchet 'Squeak' Bellerophon they’ll become librarians at young ages before the events of The Thistle of the Valley, they’re be asking the person if they want a taxi ride or not. The two brothers assumed that they’ll be driving around as a profession. Squeak more so, since he’s the one working the pedals and thinks himself as being the brother who knows vehicles more.

Upon taking the roles of librarians, Pip and Squeak realize they have no freaking idea what to do. They’re smart and knowledgeable on how a library works, but it’s limited. The interest of Stain’d-by-the-Sea rising after The Thistle of the Valley train wreck brought outsiders though, and the Bellerophon brothers got help from one outsider. The outsider was a teenager who works at an inn, and he came with his uncle and two triplet brothers. Unlike the uncle and other two triplets who toured the city, the teenager spent his time with the Bellerophons, teaching them all he knows of a library and the Dewey Decimal system (and helped revamp the library).

Pip and Squeak thought him as a wonderful teacher. Pip more so, for he’s more interested in books, being the one to read Squeak stories before bedtime (something that their father did, before falling ill and eventually dying, a fact known to two other people in Stain’d-by-the-Sea). When the teenager and his family left, Pip and Squeak ran the library with more ease and proficiency. By the (post) ASOUE period, both brothers are still librarians, and run the Bellerophon Taxi and Mobile Library. Pip is usually the one taking care of the Stain’d-by-the-Sea library, while Squeak drives the taxi and mobile library.

#atwq #all the wrong questions #pip bellerophon #squeak bellerophon #headcanons #moodboard edit #moodboard aesthetic #(shout out to the confusion of these two)#(and their first names)#(anyway. i feel pip is more comfortable running the library proper while squeak is more comfortable driving around)#(pip i feel drove because to him it was necessity for he and pip to survive)#(while squeak too saw it as a necessity grew to love it on his own)

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raayllum · 1 year

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Hello! Im so sorry if you've already answered this question, I just can't find anything on your blog. Do you have any thoughts about the "Harrow's soul is in Pip's body" theory?? I remember it being really big in seasons 1-2, but then Pip kinda just disappeared. I know you've been very vocal in the past about how well the crew does foreshadowing (and I agree!) but I can't help but feel like that just slipped through the cracks? Like the foreshadowing is THERE but no pay off yet

Aaron and Justin (co-creators / writers) have debunked the theory at cons but listen. It's not over until the last canary sings. Fucking "a child is freer than a king" --> Ezran being a child king --> putting the child king in chains?? (Hell, even Ezran's ability to talk to animals in the first place thus far could've been easily rewritten overall to only apply to Zym because of dragon magic, or whatever.) And then you have Harrow who is so connected to the thematic idea of Freedom having his spirit trapped in a bird? It's too good and I refuse to let it go until the final credits roll

We also know from interviews they were working on wrapping up S3 writing wise (or were working on the season bar minimum) by the time S1 premiered so like, it's not like they were writing S2 (where most of the grief surrounding Harrow is dealt with) and then had to back pedal. So while it may not necessarily be "Harrow's soul in Pip" theory outright, there is something up with that bird, and I do think we'll find out eventually

#king harrow #thanks for asking #the theory hill i'm willing to die on #anonymous #tdp theory

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protect-daniel-james · 2 months

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Inzaghicest time (since Napoli are losing)

He used to think that the diminutive Pippo was his privilege - he possessively abused the nickname whenever he didn't like something, when he needed to vent his childish temper, when he wanted attention. Pippo, Pippo, Pippo. Sometimes he dropped the final -o. Sometimes it was just Pip'. As they raced with the wind on their bikes, and Simone ran out of breath - unable to keep up with his older brother, the heavy spring air with the smell rising from the surrounding fields seemed to seal his lungs and he couldn't breathe properly. His pleas became desperate then. Pip', wait; wait for me. He was afraid of being left alone on the road, terrified of the sight of Pippo's back moving further and further away. He knew that at the top of the hill, Pippo would stop, put his foot down, turn around, and cheerfully encourage him to push on, as he always did. But sometimes it took him a while to stop, sometimes he'd bike on - his back moving in sync with the rapid rhythm of his pedals, and Simone longed to curl his bike off the road, plunge headlong into the ditch, fall over the handlebars, and leave himself to his fate, screaming with his eyes closed, battered and bruised after the inevitable fall - anything, anything that would make Pippo stop and turn.

#inzaghicest #myfics

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jere-me--oh-my · 1 month

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Missed The Boat - OneShot

Jeremy goes to Next Town Over to perform at an Open Mic afternoon and tries out some new songs.

Jeremy looked out over the crowd. Well... crowd was an exaggeration. It was a coffee shop, simply filled with people who wanted to sit down and grab a drink between shopping, or to catch up with their friends, and he was just here to provide some extra flavour, to give them something to talk over, or about. But it was something, and the barista in charge had been keen, so, it was something.

"Alright, so that was Ready To Go," Jeremy spoke softly into the mic, shuffling slightly in his seat and adjusting his guitar strap. He took a breath, and smiled as a few people politely clapped. It wasn't as though he was bringing the house down, but he appreciated it.

"This next song, um-" He pushed his hair back out of his face to give him something to do with his hands. "This next song is another one that I wrote."

He'd written it in December. It had been so angry, when he first started, so full of accusations and blame and pain. For a long time he hadn't wanted to look at the song again. Every time he did it filled him with guilt, and shame. Or sometimes it brought it all back, all of that frustration and that feeling of wanting to lash out at the person who had caused him so much pain. But something had shifted, in the time since he had looked at it last.

Now... Jeremy didn't know why it was that page he'd flicked to, but after sitting down with Pip, talking to him... after hours and hours of burying himself in other music he had come back to those lyrics and found they didn't feel so angry anymore. He didn't want to sing them like a howl of pain into the night that was begging someone to hear.

Instead it was like a shrug, defiant in a way, but not about blame. It was an admission, perhaps, that the break up had not come out of nowhere, if he was being honest about it. But Jeremy had chosen to stay because he didn't know anything else to do but be helplessly, but hopefully, in love with Pip. It hurt, the first time he had strummed it through on the guitar and sung along again, but the ache was a deep one, the slow and steady ache of a wound that had closed, rather than the sharp and angry burn it once had been.

"Anyway, this one means a lot to me," he shrugged. It meant everything. It meant all of the love he had for Pip and how he wished he could have fought better for them. It meant the acceptance that there had been no other way out, and all of the pain and the heartbreak that it had meant. But even now, it meant that he wouldn't have chosen any other way.

"I've been Jeremy Johnson, you've been a delight, and this is Missed The Boat. Thanks for having me-"

He paused for a moment, before he started to play, the first climbing notes of the intro sounding out from his guitar before he could pedal in the rest of the backing track.

#missed the boat #self para

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sylviareviar · 3 months

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‘have we met?’ (@defonslaxii)

(Nice to meet you!)

Send me 'Have we met?' and I will give you little bits of my OC from 5 AUs

Pokemon AU

Breathe... Just breathe... It's going to be okay... Inhale... then exhale...

Natu growled and snarled, its beak still biting into her flesh as tightly as it could. She carefully lifted her hand and, slowing her heart rate as much as she could through controlled breathing, stroked the poor Psychic-type Pokemon's head. "Natu," she said, purposely calling its name. "Natu, it's okay. I know you've been hurt in the past, that's why I'm here."

"Pipiplup...!" Pip worriedly clung to her leg, staring up at her nervously.

She smiled, not minding the blood slowly oozing down her arm. "Everything's going to be okay. Natu, tell me what the issue is. Why did you fight? What hurt you? Tell me everything, and I will listen. Natu..."

She could see the darkness emanating from the small Pokemon slowly starting to die down. The pressure on her arm was starting to get lighter and lighter, as Natu soon regained its senses and slowly opened its heart back up, little by little. It wasn't fully healed or purified, sadly. But these things took time, and Sylvia fully intended to heal everyone she could. That's why she created this program. Why she held it in Sandgem Town, her home town, where there was plenty of land for a ranch outside of the overwhelming Jubilife City. Pip relaxed his tense little body, relieved that Natu let go. Sylvia whispered reassurances in Natu's ears and held it close.

She would do everything she could to make up for being Team Galactic's pawn.

Persona 5 AU (tw: suicidal ideation)

Rain always scared her, because following rain, almost always, was the rumble of thunder. Loud, abrasive, and bright. Days like this made her anxiety spike, so she did what she could to focus as hard as possible on her classes in an effort to distract herself. Unfortunately, it wasn't so easy with Japanese being her third language.

Still, she turned her head away from the windows, completely drenched in rainwater and steadily dripping down and down, and turned her gaze to the drawing she was making in her sketchbook. It wasn't amazing, but it was helpful. Doodling like this made her feel like she had at least a little bit of stability.

It would be okay. She'd die soon anyway, and no one would miss her. Why fear for her life when death was inevitable?

Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's AU

"Hey, I need a tester for this."

"On it." Sylvia walked over to the Runner in the garage and mounted it, putting on her helmet and double-checking the controls to make sure everything was in working order. "Say when?"

"Sure." Yusei pressed some buttons on his mini-monitor, screwed something shut on the Runner, reapplied the muffler, then started his simulation. "Now."

She rested her feet on the pedals and twisted the handles, watching the speedometer steadily increase in number. The smell of oil and grease permeated the whole room, and it only got worse as she revved the engine of the vehicle trying to get to the standard Turbo Dueling speed and ensure it was working alright. Before, when Satellite had yet to be rebuilt, she and Yusei had to do this kind of testing down in the underground tunnels, where a subway used to run. When something went wrong, they were forced to drag their Runners back to the hideout and fix it. Lifting the Runner using machines like this and testing the wheel speed and strength on a treadmill was much easier. No trekking back required.

Yusei lifted his hand to the headset in his ear. After Jack's little incident, they realized it would be more efficient to have clear communication through the helmet.

"Alright, that's enough. I see the issue now."

"Understood."

Fire Emblem: New Mystery of the Emblem AU

"The seventh platoon is missing!" a guard cried. "They were last seen traveling into the forest, but we lost track of them!"

"Find them!" Jagen yelled, stomping his spear into the ground. "We can't have cadets going missing! Send the pegasus knights! Search for them at once!"

"What's going on...?" Sylvia whimpered, glancing up at the princess.

Elice pursed her lips and cast her gaze out to the forest. "Trouble, it seems..."

Sylvia had been learning magic from Elice using a tome, a method she was unfamiliar with. Having no memories, no weapons, and no other ways to defend herself, she relied upon the princess's assistance in learning magic. Princess Elice had sensed the potential within her, but for some reason, Sylvia could naught make but an ember of flame anytime she tried.

Yet, even though she knew she could do nothing, she fretted. Wasn't her savior in the seventh platoon? What if she was endangered? Or worse, what if...?

Pegasus knights sliced through the air overhead, their steeds racing through the skies in the direction of the forest, led by Princess Caeda, His Highness's betrothed. She couldn't do nothing.

Ignoring Princess Elice's protests, Sylvia rushed into the forest, taking her book with her and praying she wouldn't be too late.

Pokemon Legends Arceus AU

"Has she always been like this?"

"Yes. Not a single word spoken."

"Kinda odd, isn't it? Shiro and Haru speak fine, and they fell from the sky too."

"You think it's a personality thing?"

"Discussing it now is a waste of time, and time wasted is lost. I merely want to help her get back on her feet."

"How can we help?"

She could hear them discussing what to do about her. Admittedly, she wasn't sure herself. The Diamond Clan had been kind enough to take her in when she'd apparently fallen from the sky, and they even took their precious time to teach her their language and traditions. She was grateful, but nervous. What happened when they discovered she truly was wasting their time? Would she be kicked out? She didn't want that.

In truth, she was merely afraid. She spoke no words in front of the others not because she couldn't talk, but because she couldn't bring herself to. Instead, she helped where she could without words. She befriended some Pokemon and helped them along on their way, but did her best to avoid greeting human visitors. Whether they were the Pearl Clan, the Ginkgo Guild, or those Galactic people, she tried to make herself look busy and blend in as much as she could. However, Clan Leader Adaman had other plans.

Pearl Clan Leader Irida and Galactic Agents Shiro, Rei, and Akari now stood before her, and the white-haired Shiro would not stop staring at her, no matter how much she tried to avoid his gaze. He was persistent, she'd give him that.

"Sakura," Shiro finally spoke up, calling her name. She glanced up at him, turning her body away defensively. "Tell me; did you fall out of the sky with one of these?" He reached out his hand, holding something. Sakura's eyes widened in recognition.

It was an Arc-Phone.

#🌸 ~ in character ~ 🌸#🌸 ~ persona 5 verse ~ 🌸#🌸 ~ pokemon verse ~ 🌸#🌸 ~ Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's verse ~ 🌸#🌸 ~ Pokemon Legends: Arceus verse ~ 🌸#🌸 ~ Fire Emblem New Mystery of the Emblem verse ~ 🌸#thank you for this meme!!#i was going to have each character respond to you at first #but then i thought it might be better if you had a glimpse as to what her character is like in these verses first #and yes sylvia is named sakura in pl:a instead of sylvia #because the story for sylvia jack and lucy's pl:a verse is a bit different #in there jack is the protagonist and all three of them get renamed by the hisuian folks #they're basically “copies” of the original sylvia jack and lucy

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newmic · 10 months

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f1 · 10 months

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Leclerc calls P2 bittersweet despite best quali of 2023 in Austria

0.048s – that was all that stood between Charles Leclerc and pole-sitter Max Verstappen in Friday’s thrilling qualifying session at the Red Bull Ring, with those two now set to face off in Sunday’s Austrian Grand Prix. Ferrari put pedal to the metal at their Maranello base to fast-track upgrades originally intended for Hungary and bring them to Austria. And those changes to the floor and front wing looked to have paid dividends, with Leclerc and team mate Carlos Sainz claiming P2 and P3 respectively in Friday’s qualifying – with Saturday’s Sprint Shootout and Sprint, and Sunday’s Austrian Grand Prix, to follow. READ MORE: Verstappen pips Leclerc to pole position in dramatic Austrian GP qualifying session Despite that, Leclerc couldn’t mask his disappointment at failing to follow up his solitary pole from Azerbaijan at the Red Bull Ring. “I’m never happy when I’m second, I’m only happy when I’m first,” he smiled ruefully. “Today we missed pole position by very little, but to be honest, we also need to be realistic and looking at our season, this is probably the best quali we’ve had, apart from Baku of course where we were ahead of everyone. This feature is currently not available because you need to provide consent to functional cookies. Please update your cookie preferences ‘I’m never happy when I’m second’ – Leclerc says P2 in Austria qualifying is ‘bittersweet’ “The team has done an incredible job trying to bring these upgrades as early as possible into the season and I think this has helped us so far. Now we need to confirm that in the race. But it’s bittersweet: we’re very close to Max but just not enough, which is frustrating.” On the other side of the garage, Sainz was also rueful – in his case about a decision to play it safe by Ferrari in Q2, after a number of drivers saw fast laps deleted for track limit violations. AS IT HAPPENED: Follow all the action from qualifying for the Austrian Grand Prix Asked if he was disappointed with P3, Sainz replied: “A little bit, but I was also a bit thrown off by track limits in Q2. “I actually had to run again when I was okay with track limits, but we played it safe, we used an extra set, which maybe threw me off a bit and it was not ideal. This feature is currently not available because you need to provide consent to functional cookies. Please update your cookie preferences Sainz hoping for mixed conditions on Sprint Saturday after being pipped to the front row in Austria “But overall I was feeling strong with the car, fast all day, which was a good carry-over from Canada and now we can focus on putting another strong day together tomorrow. But at least for Sunday, P3, I think it’s a good place to start.” READ MORE: Pole-sitter Verstappen thrilled to deliver ‘when it mattered’ but Perez left to rue more qualifying drama in Austria Sainz will now pray for the forecast rain to arrive for Saturday’s Sprint action, the Spaniard now without a new set of softs to call upon if he makes it to SQ3 – while Leclerc vowed to “give it all as always” to try and maximise his points haul in the Sprint, which awards points from P1 (eight points) to P8 (one point). This feature is currently not available because you need to provide consent to functional cookies. Please update your cookie preferences Qualifying Highlights: 2023 Austrian Grand Prix via Formula 1 News https://www.formula1.com

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lamilanomagazine · 11 months

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Modena: "Wave Experience Festival 2023" al parco della Polisportiva Morane

Modena: "Wave Experience Festival 2023" al parco della Polisportiva Morane. Con musica live, esposizioni e performance artistiche, mercatini, il “Wave experience festival” torna sabato 27 e domenica 28 maggio al parco della Polisportiva Morane, in via Ancona 6, per due giorni di festa insieme a cura del collettivo Revol Wave Orchestra, con ingresso gratuito e aperto a tutti. La musica sarà la principale protagonista del Festival, che si svolge in entrambi i giorni dalle 17 alle 23.30, con i concerti di dieci band emergenti del territorio modenese: sabato si esibiscono Apa; Ninfette; Pedal Adj; Pip, Carter & the Deads; Sharasad. Domenica sono di scena Ugm; Overthought; Iride; Gargane e The Nihilists. Durante i live, gli artisti Cap, Edo the dreamer, Federico Botti, Re del gusto, Ilias Laamane e Renata Ursu esporranno le loro opere. Il “Wave experience festival”, che è giunto alla terza edizione e ha il sostegno del Comune di Modena, inaugura il programma estivo della Revol Wave Orchestra il collettivo che riunisce circa 400 tra musicisti e artisti locali. Il gruppo è nato nel 2021, da una chat di 12 iscritti che avevano l’obiettivo di sostenersi a vicenda tra band emergenti condividendo strumentazioni e pubblicità degli eventi live. In poco tempo, grazie ai concerti e alle esibizioni per strada, molti altri musicisti sono entrati nel gruppo che a fine dicembre 2022 ha raggiunto i 300 iscritti, cresciuti oggi fino a quattrocento. Il gruppo offre ai propri componenti la possibilità di suonare ed esibirsi davanti a un pubblico, con musicisti sempre nuovi con le “Revol jam”, all’insegna dell’improvvisazione ogni ultimo mercoledì del mese al Centrale66; i “Revol day”, il ritrovo per conoscersi e suonare insieme ogni ultima domenica del mese nella sala del Centro sociale anziani e orti Buon Pastore o nella sala prove Wave music alla polisportiva Morane. Il gruppo lavora anche in diversi locali e collabora con altre realtà musicali e artistiche cittadine.... #notizie #news #breakingnews #cronaca #politica #eventi #sport #moda Read the full article

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A few items for you on this date in music history….

October 24th

2018 - Tony Joe White

US singer, songwriter Tony Joe White died of a heart attack on, at the age of 75. He is best known for his 1969 US No.8 single, 'Polk Salad Annie' (also recorded by Elvis Presley and Tom Jones) and ‘Rainy Night in Georgia’ which he wrote but was first made popular by Brook Benton in 1970. He also wrote 'Steamy Windows' a UK No.13 single for Tina Turner.

2018 - Wah Wah Watson

American guitarist and session musician Wah Wah Watson, (Melvin Ragin) died aged 67. He was famed for his skills with a wah-wah pedal and became a member of the Motown Records studio band, The Funk Brothers, where he recorded with The Temptations (his guitar work on 'Papa Was A Rollin' Stone'), The Jackson 5, The Four Tops, Gladys Knight & The Pips, Marvin Gaye and The Supremes. He also appeared on Michael Jackson's Off The Wall album.

2017 - Fats Domino

American pianist and singer-songwriter Fats Domino died aged 89 at his home in Harvey, Louisiana after a long-term illness. Domino attracted national attention with his first recording, ‘The Fat Man’, made in late 1949 for Imperial Records, an early rock-and-roll record. ‘The Fat Man’ sold one million copies by 1953 and it is widely considered the first rock-and-roll record to achieve this feat. Domino had 35 records in the US Billboard Top 40. Domino’s 1956 version of ‘Blueberry Hill’ was selected for the Library of Congress’s National Recording Registry of historic sound recordings worthy of preservation.

2016 - Bobby Vee

American singer Bobby Vee died age 73. Vee had 38 chart hits, ten of which reached the Top 20. Vee's recording of 'Take Good Care of My Baby' in the summer of 1961 went to No.1 in the US and No.3 in the UK. Vee's career began in the midst of tragedy. On February 3, 1959, "The Day the Music Died," when Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and the Big Bopper, were killed in an airplane. Vee then 15 years old, and a hastily assembled band of Fargo schoolboys calling themselves the Shadows volunteered for and were given the unenviable job of filling in for Holly and his band at their next gig. Their performance was a success, setting in motion a chain of events that led to Vee's career as a popular singer.

2013 - 500 Greatest Albums of All Time

NME published their latest '500 Greatest Albums of All Time' list. The top 5 read: 1. The Smiths - 'The Queen Is Dead', 2. The Beatles - 'Revolver' 3. David Bowie - 'Hunky Dory', 4. The Strokes - 'Is This It' and at 5. The Velvet Underground & Nico - 'The Velvet Underground'.

2004 - Queen

Queen became the first rock act to receive an official seal of approval in Iran. Western music was still strictly censored in the Islamic republic, where homosexuality is considered a crime, but an album of Queen's greatest hits was released this week in Iran. Freddie Mercury, was proud of his Iranian ancestry, and illegal bootleg albums and singles had made Queen one of the most popular bands in Iran.

2001 - Kim Gardner

Kim Gardner former bassist with Ashton Gardner & Dyke died of Cancer. Had the 1971 UK No.3 single 'The Resurrection Shuffle' and Gardner formed 60s band The Birds with guitarist Ronnie Wood.

1979 - Paul McCartney

Paul McCartney received a medallion cast in rhodium after being declared the most successful composer of all time. From 1962 to 1978, McCartney had written or co-written 43 songs that had sold over a million copies each.

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ok all i have to say abt the tv spot with sonic and tails in the car is that this is bullshit they should be driving the car like pip and squeak from all the wrong questions. one of them on the steering wheel and one of them on the pedals.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog 2 #sonic 2022 #sonic 2 spoilers #tails the fox #all the wrong questions #atwq #mine

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entishramblings · 3 years

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It’s Not That Bad [Legolas X Reader]

A.N: I’m so sorry I have not been writing as often. I’ve had zero time. But anyWaYS...here is a fic that has been requested by someone who has always been into my writing so thank you for supporting me and here is a fic for you! Additionally, I did some research on herbs and stuff so I could make this at least a little accurate!

Request: @quilledinkpen — Hellooo i hope you're having a good day ^-^ I was wondering if I could request a Legolas x reader? Something like she's travelling with the fellowship and is kinda the unspoken "mom" of the group, like she's always doing her best to make sure everyone's safe, and reminding Pippin and Merry to be careful and stuff like that. Just an all-around motherly person lol (mainly to the Hobbits bc they're her babies but she looks after the other guys too) I think it'd be cute ^^ Thank you!

Pairing: Legolas X Reader

Summary: (Y/N), a healer, travels with the fellowship. She takes care of everyone and is basically “the mom friend.”

Word Count: 2, 510

Warnings: battle wounds that are kinda graphicish?

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(Y/N) was a well known healer throughout all of Arda. Many traveled to her for treatment for life threatening ailments. But now, now it was her time to travel throughout the lands of Middle Earth in search of a salvation for all. A gruesome quest to destroy the evil ring of power had begun and someone well versed in natural apothecary was needed. (Y/N), of course, volunteered for this role for there was no one better suited than her. Besides, it was her duty to contribute to the survival of this world as she was one in it and relied heavily on what the earth produced. And if Sauron was to rule.....well, we all know where that would lead: no earth, no life, just darkness.

(Y/N) ruffled through her dark-brown leather satchel as she sifted through her healing herbs. Little pouches filled with athelas leaves, echinacea stalks, alder bark, valerian roots, and more piled inside the confinements of the fabric.

“Sam,” She called out. “Would you mind making hot tea for Frodo while I take care of Strider’s cut?”

The little hobbit ran over instantly and she passed him a couple pouches naming each one out loud, “Valerian root, dried chamomile pedals, and sycamore bark.” She then lowered her voice and leaned it, for it wasn’t anyone else’s business to hear. “It will help him sleep and deter the anxieties the ring bestows upon him.”

Sam nodded quickly and set to work as (Y/N) moved towards Aragorn who sat upon a large rock.

“Let me have a look.”

The dunedain rolled his eyes, “(Y/N), it is not that bad. Just a scratch.”

The young women sighed in annoyance and pulled up his sleeve to reveal a slash across his bicep. He was right—to an extent—it wasn’t terrible. He would not need stitches. However, it did need to be cleaned and wrapped for infections were nasty things.

(Y/N) started by pouring some alcohol over the wound; receiving a harsh hiss from the dunedain in response. She muttered a quick apology before continuing. The young woman ground athelas leaves into a fine paste and expertly smeared it onto the cut. She then unrolled gauze and placed it upon the wound. Lastly, she pulled white dressings from her satchel. She gingerly wrapped it around his arm, yet she was careful to still pull it taught as the goal was to keep the athelas paste in and bacteria out.

She stood up and brushed her hands off before placing them firmly on her hips. “See Strider, it takes only a couple minute.”

He grumbled at her comment but thanked her for the medical attention.

(Y/N) nodded quickly and went to check on the rest of the fellowship. She made her way to Boromir who was also sitting in rest. She put a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Boromir, how are you doing? Any wounds?”

He seemed slightly startled at first for his mind had been elsewhere, but he looked up at her with a soft smile.

“I’m quite alright, My Lady.”

A light chuckled escaped her lips. “My friend, how many times must I tell you? It’s (Y/N), no lady of any sorts!”

He shook his head and grinned at her, “Well, my lady, I am doing quite fine.”

She let her eyes circle into the back of her head as the corner of her lip pulled into a smirk.

The healer turned and made her way to Gimli who was sharpening his axe.

“Gimli, I trust you are alright as I see you are already preparing for the next battle even though we just endured one.”

His gruff voice answered immediately, “Aye lassie! Those orcs can’t ensnare a dwarf that easily!!”

She laughed at his comment as Merry and Pippin came rushing up to her. As soon as she saw their faces she knew that the two mischievous hobbits wanted to claim her attention. She lowered herself down to their height as they flung themselves into her arms.

“Ahh my two hobbits! How did you fare in the battle?”

They pulled from her hug and began speaking at the same time.

“It was intensely scary but we were fierce!”

“Merry had hit one with a tree branch! It was quite magnificent!”

“Yes it was, I would have to admit! And Pip tripped another and he fell flat on his face!”

(Y/N) beamed at the two and giggled at their attempt to tell the story. As much as she was focused on caring for everyone, the hobbits cared for her—in another way that is. The four of them brought joy to her heart and glee to her spirit. Their innocence and appreciation of the simplest things brought happiness to her soul. They had offered her a welcomed visit to the shire at any time; telling her of the grand tour they would take her on. She had grown to look upon them as children for their smallness and way of perceiving life was similar so.

The two scampered off quickly, most likely to share their adrenaline filled story with Boromir, while (Y/N) did a final scan of the fellowship.

Her eyes soon rested on the elf. Legolas was off to a distance standing upon the rocky tundra. Something about his posture made her frown. His back was to her and his head seemed bowed, as if he was looking down at something. Furthermore, his one arm was pulled up at an awkward angle—strange, even for the elf. As the healer that she was, she was compelled to check on him.

(Y/N) weaved through the rocks until she was only a short distance from him.

“Legolas?” She questioned softly.

He immediately whipped around. His shirt fell to cover his form, but not before (Y/N) caught a glimpse of bright purple, red, and black. The young woman’s lips instantly parted in shock. She had seen many wounds in her life, on many people of many different races. However, it was not often that she had an elven patient with a wound like that. To state it simply, (Y/N) was worried—that looked bad, very bad. Legolas on the other hand was only flustered for he, an elf, had gotten snuck up on. He did not have great concern for the injury given that there were far more important things to worry about.

“Legolas,” (Y/N) stated firmly. “Lift your shirt.”

He sighed, “(Y/N), it’s not—“

She interrupted him, “Let me guess, ‘It’s not that bad?’” She shook her head, “You and Strider.”

She stepped forward and took the hem of his shirt in her hand. She cautiously lifted the fabric, not caring about the socially deemed scandalousness of the action—she was a healer after all.

(Y/N) sucked in a breath. A relatively large bruise stretched across his torso with a sizable cut in the center of it.

“By the Valar, Legolas!” She exclaimed with exasperation. “You should have come to me straight away!”

“(YN)—“

She cut him off again, “No. don’t ‘(Y/N)’ me. This is serious. It could be internal bleeding. I don’t care that you are an immortal elf, you can still die from this.”

The healer gently let her fingertips brush against his skin, tracing and examining the injury. He winced in pain at the contact and that did not escape (Y/N)’s attention.

“How did this happen exactly? I need every detail.”

Legolas groaned again when she grazed over the cut; and when he spoke it was with heavy breaths, “A harsh kick to the side into another orc....” (Y/N) hand pressed on the bleeding laceration and he hissed in pain before continuing to speak. “...who—who slashed downward.....with a jagged-edged blade that had a—a curved tip.

(Y/N) looked up at him with concern, his breathing was getting labored and that was not a good sign. Not a good sign at all.

“Alright, come on.” She ordered. The young woman practically dragged the reluctant elf back towards the group and pushed him down on a rock.

She knelt in front of him and, once again, ruffled through her satchel.

“Take your tunic off,” she commanded while pulling out various pouches and gauze dressings.

(Y/N) could feel all of the fellowships’ gazes on the two, which only intensified when Legolas removed his tunic. She could hear the hobbit’s hushed whispers and concerned tones for the wound was gruesome and ugly—probably the worst they have ever seen considering their simple lives.

Once she had all her supplies ready, she set to work.

(Y/N) was kneeling in-between Legolas’s legs while she studied the torn up, bloody, and bruised fresh for yet another time; it was imperative that she made a plan before starting.

During this examination, the young woman could not help but let her eyes wander across his chest and rippling muscles. The bends and curves of his form looked perfect against his pale complexion. He was incredibly toned and well built, even more so than humans. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t attracted to him.

Additionally, battle scars of various shapes and sizes littered his body—which was expected given he was over 2,000 years old. Here, she took a moment to study them for if one really looked at a warriors scars their fighting style would be revealed. Many stretched across his being—specifically on his ribcage, sides, pecs, and abs—it was clear that he was way more reckless than he would like people to think. He was fast with his moves, going for the quickest way to an oppenent’s death, but that often left him exposed. No wonder he ended up with this terrible bruising gash. He lived up to the Mirkwood elf expectation—less wise and more fierce.

As (Y/N) realized that her mind had wandered too far off task, she cleared her throat and reached for the flask of liquor.

“This will sting,” she stated before pouring it over the broken flesh. As expected, a loud groan escaped his lips and his fists clenched around nothingness.

Carefully she dabbed the area with a cloth. (Y/N) then threaded a needle and began to sew his skin back together. The elf was stiff as he clenched his jaw and flexed his muscles—a natural reflex in this kind of situation. She continued to pull his skin taught so their was no more breakthrough bleeding. It seemed that he had gotten used to the sensation as she went given he began to relax. Next, she made a paste for the wound, much like Strider’s. However, she decided to use more than athelas leaves because this cut was more severe than the Ranger’s. (Y/N) ground up echinacea stalks and mixed in alder bark to soothe inflammation and fight infection. Gently she applied the blended mixture into his torso. Lastly, she wound gauze and dressings around his midsection in order to keep everything in place.

Much time had past given stitches took long; luckily, the fellowships’ concerned glances faded.

(Y/N) stood up from her position and it was then when she released just how close the two were. She stood between his legs, their faces inches apart. If it was anyone else, she wouldn’t have cared for she often had to be in such proximities with others as she was a healer. But this wasn’t anyone else, it was him.

“You—you should be fine now,” (Y/N) whispered. She cleared her throat and stepped backwards. “I will have to check on it every day and redo the bandages. And I advise you: no sudden movements, and no lifting heavy objects—like the hobbits.”

Legolas cracked a smile at that last comment. “Thank you, (Y/N). I truly appreciate your skill.”

“That is what I’m here for, is it not?” She adverted her eyes and kept her hands busy by gathering her supplies for she feared her expression would betray her.

Legolas put his tunic back on as he spoke, “I suppose it is, but nethertheless I thank you.”

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As the days went on she continued to check Legolas’s wound. (Y/N) tried to make it more private by dragging him off to the side or away from the group, given that she suspected it was uncomfortable for him to undress everyday in front of inquiring eyes (aka the hobbits).

It was dusk when she crouched down to examine it once again.

“It is healing nicely,” She said. “A lot faster than I suspected, but I suppose that is because you are elven.” Her nervousness caused her to continue speaking when she did not wish to do so. “I mainly treat men....and dwarves. It is not often that I have a wounded elf at my door. Do you know an elf named Feren? I recall he said he was of Mirkwood Kin. I treated him once years ago for a busted leg when he strayed into northern territories.”

A small smirk crossed Legolas’s face, “Ahh so you are the beautiful healer who patched him up so well?”

(Y/N) felt heat creep up her face, “I—I would not say that—“

“Nonsense! He spoke of your beauty and skill many times, and he was not mistaken. I am just surprised that I have been lucky enough to gaze upon you and have you heal me.”

These words made (Y/N)’s gauze wrapping motions falter. “It—it is my job, Legolas.”

“Yet you go beyond your assignment and duty everyday. I see how you take care of us all, especially the hobbits. You truly have a noble heart.”

(Y/N) smiled softly and spoke in a teasing tone, “Well I suppose you are right—all you boys would be lost without me.”

A deep chuckled hummed in Legolas’s chest and the healer joined in with a bright laugh.

The giggles settled soon enough and Legolas spoke, his sentence quite abrupt. “How would you feel about coming to Mirkwood and living there as a healer once the ring is destroyed?”

Shocked, (Y/N) stuttered. “I—I am unsure. I don’t know if—“

“(Y/N)...” He interrupted. “I do not wish for the end of this journey to be the end of our acquaintance.”

The young woman looked down, “As I agree, but—“

“(Y/N),” he whispered.

Something about his tone made her freeze.

Ever so gently, he lifted her chin to force her to look at him. His voice was quiet as he spoke, “I—I don’t think you understand what I am trying to convey.”

Oh....

Now she understood.

The healer glanced at his lips which hovered near her own before biting her bottom one and locking gazes with him. Legolas of course noticed this and waisted no time. He pressed his mouth against hers and she instantly responded. Her hands slid up his bare chest, careful to avoid the wound on his torso, and then tangled themselves in his blonde locks. His muscular arms wrapped around her waist tightly as he focused on the taste of mint tea and fresh honey. The two moved their lips in sync and the world around them melted away. Suddenly, there was no quest, no fellowship, no responsibilities—only the two of them and the thudding of their hearts.

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