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hardhuilen · 2 years
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“Sean!!! Ohh, Sean...” 1x07 || 2x13
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srtapinklips · 3 months
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Música y drama, siempre de la mano
Esta tarde estaba yo bien nostálgica escuchando reguetón añejo y, escuchando a Romeo Santos me he dado cuenta de que muchas canciones describen demasiado bien algunos de mis roles y me he dicho, ¿dónde puedo compartir esta idea de mierda? Y aquí estamos
Imitadora, Romeo Santos: Un Ecthelion descorazonado cantándole a su señora
¿Quién es esta extraña que se ha apoderado de tu ser? ¿Dónde está la amante loca que me erizaba la piel? Porque ya tú no me tocas como lo hacía esa mujer Algo no anda bien Esta noche me hago el interrogante Y le pongo fin a la impostora, usurpadora Exijo contigo una entrevista Sospecho plagio a mi señora, mala imitadora
¿Tengo que añadir algo más? Literalmente el rol que estoy teniendo con @yuliw Osea es que para qué añadir algo más cuando Romeo Santos ya lo ha dicho todo...
Mayor que yo 3, Luny Tunes & co: Jarrik encandilado por la vieja
La canción no tiene pérdida, así que simplemente me limitaré a poner aquí mis estrofas favoritas, empezando por el estribillo:
Que la quiero mayor que yo, que yo Que me dé calor, que me dé de su amor Me eduque en experiencia, me deje loco Me lleve a la cama y me haga alucinar
And there's more...
Con esa experiencia que usted me ha conquistado Me tiene loco, me tiene enamorado Esa cinturita cómo que no ha cambiado Y esta noche la quiero tener... Allá en mí cama Tu cuerpo calentao, prendío en llamas El ronque dure hasta las tres de la mañana Yo forever, papá, tú forever, mamá
Y mi estrofa favorita donde me vuelvo loca (y Jarrik también)
Auh-auh, me puse salvaje Auh-auh, aguanta el voltaje Auh-auh, sacúdeme ese motete La llevo a caminar, suéltese, lo bajo pa' que respete Estoy enloquecido y convencido Que usted se va conmigo aunque me busque un lío No te obligo ma', si yo te sigo Tranquila que de aquí nos vamos encendío
Arte, si me preguntan.
Ella y yo, Aventura ft. Don Omar: dos hombres, una señora y un desengaño.
A ver, aquí entra un poco de mi headcanon porque Jarrik y Ecthelion ni se conocen, pero es que una vez más Romeo Santos aka. Ecthelion como el buenazo que es aconsejando a Don Omar aka. Jarrik que luche por amor cuando su amor es ni mas ni menos que su esposa. ¿El drama? ¿El plotwist? A cultural reset.
La cosa empieza con Don Omar aka. Don Bigotón rayado por su amor prohibido confesándole parcialmente la movida a su interlocutor:
Amigo, ella y yo Solo nos vemos a escondidas para ahogar esta prohibida pasión Y aunque tiene dueño, yo solo tengo un sueño, ser su protector Somos su marido, ella y yo
A lo que Romeo Santos aka Ecthelion el Santo responde con su zen y su temple, y empieza a caldearse la cosa:
Mi esposa y yo Somos felices, dos almas, matices en lo que es el amor Por eso te entiendo, y aunque sea casada, no te alejes por temor No lo hagas Don, ay, no, no, no
Y despues de unos cuantos tiras y aflojas... Llegó la CONFESIÓN de nuestro northel lover:
Amigo, pido perdón, yo nunca te fallé Me traicionaron las ganas de volverla a ver Y aunque todavía no puedo creer Lo que este amargo encuentro me hizo comprender Pues tú también llegaste a ese lugar Donde tantas veces yo la fui a buscar Y aunque no es fácil lo que voy a hacer Admitiré que salí con tu mujer
Spoiler: Ecthelion no se lo toma bien y rompen la relación que nunca tuvieron (?).
Pobre diabla, Don Omar: un Jarrik más morrotriste que nunca
Esta canción es simple y llanamente Jarrik Nordar con Nerissa. Me voy a tomar la libertad de cambiar el género de la Pobre diabla a pobre diablo y voilà, la relación de Jarrik y Nerissa in a nutshell.
Pobre diablo Se dice que se te ha visto por la calle vagando Llorando por una elfa que no vale un centavo Pobre diablo, llora por una pobre diabla Que no te valorizó nunca Y que nunca lo hará Que solo te hizo llorar Pero tú la amas Que no te valorizó Cuando con besos te hechizó Que solo te utilizó Y hasta te embarazó
Bueno, la última estrofa es difícil de cambiar pero creo que la idea esta bastante clarita JAJAJAJA.
Rueda rueda, Eddy Lover: se vienen cositas
Las cositas: Jarrik se entera de lo mala que es su vieja y la inperdona. ¡Que ruede la vieja, cuesta abajo y sin frenos!
Tú fuiste mala Fuiste veneno y mala Yo q te di el corazón Y lo echaste a perder Traicionándome, mala Vas a pagar por mala Tu pago es malo Yo te veré Para llorar, rogar Yo sé q tú Lloraras como he llorado Por ser tan mala Que te recojan con pala
Bueno, espero que este tremendo shitpost os haya sacado una sonrisa y hayáis descubierto tremendas joyas del reggaeton y entendáis así por qué este género es una de mis fuentes de inspiración y hype para mis roles y tramas JAJAJAJA.
Mención especial a @yuliw y @gamberroymaleante por ser las víctimas del shitpost de hoy 👁️🫦👁️
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ghostcat3000 · 1 year
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SKAM Fic Masterpost - Ghostcat
It took me a few years, but I finally have enough stories to put together a SKAM fics master post for myself. Here they are:
Burn Bright
Rated T, 10/10 chapters, 92K, Red Curtains AU written for SKAM Big Bang 2020 featuring art by vanderheijen
Isak Valtersen thinks nothing could be worse than getting accidentally cast in Nissen's production of Romeo and Juliet. Until he gets to know the play's student director, Even Bech Næsheim, who smiles way too much and is a constant, unnerving reminder of everything Isak wishes he could have.
The Boyfriend Experience - co-written with MinilocIsland
Rated E, 21/21 chapters, 177K
Even doesn’t really need a bot.
What he needs is an actor. One who won’t bitch about the concept or the lighting or quit suddenly to follow a hook-up to Barcelona.
He won’t be cruel or irresponsible. Even just has to make some films again soon before he forgets how or gets too scared to.
Later on, when the Bot is sitting on the living room couch, one hand, soft and unexpectedly gentle, at his thigh, Even will think, shit.
It’s more than that.
He’d been lonely.
(An Evak Botfic AU A love story)
The Dull Flame of Desire - co-written with MinilocIsland
Rated E, one-shot, 11K
In general, Even wouldn't consider himself a lucky guy. But, having landed a cat-sitting job in an Alsatian country house for the summer, having to do nothing but lounging in the garden and editing his script, he really feels like one.
If only it wasn't for this tanned, underdressed, hot mess of a problem that is the gardener.
Rest Easy
Rated E, 18/18 chapters, 167K, Nordic Noir AU written for SKAM Big Bang 2021 featuring art by sergiospastries
The body of a teenage girl is found in a Tromsø garbage dump, and it’s up to Kripos police detective Isak Valtersen to solve her murder. He’s tested―by the midsummer sun which never dips below the horizon, the suspect he can’t get out of his head, and the sleep that’s always just out of reach.
A Lord's Sauce
Rated T, 6/6 chapters, 19K
“Hi,” his nemesis says with a twitching sort of wink. “I was hoping we’d meet someday, Isak. But I’d never thought it would be on the job.”
[A rival food critics AU. Told in six courses.]
Adult Film
Rated E, one-shot, 281 words*
Even’s always found porn slightly disappointing. The angles are boring, the lighting is terrible, there is no mise-en-scène and he finds himself zoning out on some unseemly aspect―an ugly bedspread, bad music, or an insistent cell phone going off―mid-jerk. Someone overdoes the moaning or says something ridiculous, and it’s just not believable enough. It's not Isak.
1 Thing
Rated M, 6/6 Chapters, 30K, Friends with Benefits AU
Isak's not uptight. He's…chill. He could totally have a friends-with-benefits thing if he wanted to.
His friend Even agrees.
the red squirrel
Rated E, 6/12 chapters (work-in-progress), 47K and counting
A troubled musician hiding out from his label meets a beautiful amnesiac in San Sebastián. Bad decisions, suspiciously kind campground managers, some sneaky squirrels, and a 21-song playlist about a boy.
*on hiatus until September*
Honey
Rated E, 14/14 chapters, 11.7K
Los Losers Even and the very beardy bachelorette party entertainment.
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in addition to the currently posting stories above. I've got ten other works-in-progress in various states of construction. I'm a slow writer, but I hope to complete at least half of these. 🤞
*Yes, 200 words. So if you're freaked out about the word count of my stories, that one is doable at least.
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galaxy-siren · 2 years
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Pas de Deux (Part 4)
Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!BalletDancer!Reader
Summary: You show Eddie how to break in a pair of pointe shoes.
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: fluff, bad writing, terrible descriptions of dancing, YDN=Your dad’s name.
AN: I had a lot of fun writing this part! I love watching videos of people breaking in pointe shoes! It’s so cool seeing everyone’s different process. I used to do ballet when I was younger, but I never made it en pointe (one of my biggest regrets in life is quitting ballet so this fic is letting me live out my ballet dreams). Again, I hope you all are enjoying the series! Let me know if you want me to create a taglist. 
✨Also it will probably be a while before part 5 comes out because I am going on vacation tomorrow.✨
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The van pulled up to the dance studio, Metallica blaring from the speakers. Eddie was making good on that promise to broaden your music tastes. He switched the car off and hopped out so he could quickly run over to the passenger side and open the door for you.
“Thank you.” You said as you accepted the hand he offered you. You kept your hand in his as you pulled your bag over your shoulder and headed for the door of the studio.
You were greeted by a woman sitting at the front desk, “Hello, Y/N, dear.”
“Hi, Linda.” You gave the woman a kind smile.
“What brings you by this afternoon?”
“I scheduled some time to work on my solo, and my friend wanted to see me dance.” Linda did a double take when she finally looked over at Eddie. She was definitely not expecting a metalhead to be standing next to you.
“Oh, that’s nice. Go on ahead.” The smile she gave the two of you didn’t reach A eyes, no, her eyes held a hint of what looked like disdain.
Eddie didn’t notice though. He was too busy looking around at all the photos that covered the walls. Amongst the sea of pictures, he managed to find one of you.
“Is this you?” he asked pointing to a photo of a small child wearing a ridiculous bumble bee costume.
“I totally forgot that they had this photo out here.” You smiled, the memories of your first recital coming to the forefront of your mind.
“That’s cute.” The tiniest hint of mirth could be heard in his voice.
You lightly elbowed his ribs, “Hey, don’t make fun of me.”
“I’m not. This is adorable.” You both laughed.
“Come on.” You pulled him towards the back of the building.
You entered a room labeled Studio C. Eddie took in the wall lined with mirrors, the wooden bars attached to the wall opposite, and the sound system in the corner of the room. An old looking piano was pushed to the side wall, a couple of the keys were chipped, and the brand name had worn off. Posters from previous ballet seasons littered the walls. Eddie recognized some of the titles, Sleeping Beauty, Romeo & Juliet, The Nutcracker. The room felt a little ghostly, but it also had this strangely calming effect as well.
You pulled up a chair to the front of the room, “Take a seat.”
“So, it’s pretty quiet. Are there no classes today?” Eddie sat down in the chair you provided him and watched as you took a seat on the floor, pulling your dance bag into your lap.
“Yeah, Saturdays are usually for reserved studio time or rehearsals. Every once in a while we’ll have class on Saturday, but it’s usually a special skills class. Like an acro class or something.” You stated looking through your bag.
“Cool…what’s an acro class?”
“It’s short for acrobatics. It’s kind of like dance mixed with gymnastics. You get to learn a whole bunch of really cool tricks.” You grew frustrated as you continued to look for something in your bag but couldn’t find it.
“Oh, that sounds fun,” Eddie continued to watch you as you dumped the contents of your bag onto the floor, “whatcha doin’ there?”
“I’m looking for the stuff I use to break in my pointe shoes. I keep it all in a little—AH HA!” You held up a small bag that, from the looks of it, was packed with stuff.
“Don’t you just need to dance around in them to break them in?” Eddie was very confused when you started laughing.
“Oh, Eddie,” you shook your head, “one does not simply dance in their pointe shoes to break them in.”
Eddie was about to ask what you meant, but his question was answered when you took the shiny new pair of pointe shoes out of their bag, took a hold of one of them and began slamming it onto the floor.
“What are you doing!?” he watched on in horror as you moved on to bending the shoe until a snap was heard.
“I’m breaking them in.” You said as you placed the shoe on the floor and pressed your hands onto it like you were giving your pointe shoe chest compressions.
“Since when has ‘breaking them in’ meant actually destroying something?” Eddie continued to watch the massacre of these shoes as you moved on to the other pointe shoe.
“The shoes are too stiff when they’re brand new, so you need break them so they’re more flexible and easier to dance in. This also helps the shoe properly support your foot.” You said as you bent the second shoe in half.
“Then why wouldn’t they just sell them ready to dance in?” He felt more perplexed the more you tried to explain.
You chuckled as you reached for the small bag of tools, “Well each dancer has a different way that they like to break in their shoes. Plus, it’s fun!” you dug around in the bag, “shoot.”
“What?” Eddie asked.
“I forgot I lost my box cutter.” A pout appeared on your face.
“What do you need a box cutter for?” Eddie’s eyes grew three times their normal size.
“I use it to cut the shank. That’s the hard part along the back of the inside of the shoe,” you rummaged through the bag once more, “I guess I can use the tiny scissors I use for my ribbons.”
“Wait,” Eddie dug through his pockets, until he found what he was looking for, “here, would this work?” he held out a small, black pocketknife.
Your eyes lit up, “Yes! That’s perfect!” You took the pocketknife from Eddie, opened the blade, and began cutting the shank.
You repeated the process on the other shoe, being extra careful with the sharp knife. Eddie watched you, completely fascinated by the whole procedure. After finishing cutting the shanks, you pulled out a needle and thread along with thick bands of elastic and a spool of ribbon, “Now it’s time to sew.”
“This is a very intricate process,” he tilted his head to the side, “how often do you have to do this?”
“Well,” you threaded the needle and began to sew the elastic onto your shoe, “I go through a pair of pointe shoes every two to three weeks. So, I do this about twice a month, sometimes three times a month. And that’s pretty good. Other dancers go through shoes much faster. Which is a shame ‘cause these suckers are expensive.”
“Holy shit! You do this two to three times a month?” the look of utter shock on his face amused you.
It took a few minutes for you to finish attaching the elastics and ribbons to your shoes. Eddie experienced another round of confusion and slight horror when you pulled a lighter out of your bag. You explained that you used the lighter to make sure that the ends of the ribbons don’t fray, to which Eddie nodded, feeling like that was the one thing you’d done to these shoes that actually made sense. Once you finished with the ribbons, you picked up the pocketknife once more and began scoring the bottoms of the shoes.
“And what does this do?” You smiled at the genuinely curious tone in his voice.
“Better traction. We don’t want to slip and slide all around the floor now do we?” You finished slicing up the bottoms of the shoes and handed the now closed pocketknife back to Eddie.
“You can keep it.” He pushed your hand back towards you.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I have another one at home.” You couldn’t explain why, but you felt your heart flutter at the kind gesture.
You quickly made work of putting your shoes on, making sure to secure the ribbon tightly around your ankles. Standing up, you rolled your ankles a couple times, then switched off between pointing and flexing your feet. Once you felt your ankles were warmed up enough, you slowly rolled up onto your toes. After doing a couple hops en pointe, you returned your feet to the floor.
“Does it hurt?” Eddie asked. There was a slight hint of concern in his eyes.
“Not anymore. When I first started it hurt a little, but you get used to it, and as long as you break the shoes in properly so that they help form to your feet better it doesn’t hurt at all,” smiling, you rose to a sous-sus position, your legs firmly pressed together with one foot directly behind the other, “see, no pain. They’re still not quite finished yet, I’ll pancake them later, but for right now, they’re fine.”
“Pancake them?” Eddie’s confused face caused you to bust out laughing.
“Yeah, that term’s a little strange,” you calmed yourself before explaining, “Pancaking is when you cover your shoes in foundation so they better match your skin tone, but I’ll do that later so we can get to dancing.”
You turned on some music, Debussy’s Clair de lune, and began to dance around. Eddie happily watched as you gracefully twirled across the floor, Admiring the way your arms so delicately rose and fell with each move you did. The way you so effortlessly lifted up onto your toes and raised your leg till it practically hit the ceiling. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, noting how ethereal you looked.
Meanwhile, you were trying your hardest not to fall flat on your face, because holy shit Eddie was here watching you dance. The only people that had ever sat in on your solo time in the studio before were your instructor and your dad. If you embarrassed yourself in front of them, no big deal, you could shake it off and continue on, but in front of Eddie? Nope, that couldn’t happen. You caught his gaze at one point, full of admiration and excitement, and almost tripped when coming down from an arabesque. Thankfully he didn’t notice.
The song came to an end, you stood in third position as you elegantly lowered your arms in front of you. Eddie stared at you in awe. Never before had he seen something so beautiful. He stood from his seat and applauded.
“That was amazing!”
“I was just warming up,” you shrugged, “wait until you see what I’ve been working on for the spring recital! I’m so excited about it, it’s choreographed to one of my favorite pieces of classical music.” you giddily walked over to the stereo and looked over the tapes until you found the one you were looking for, “Have you ever listened to Vivaldi’s Four Seasons before?”
“Can’t say I have.”
“Well, you’re in for a treat then! My solo is in Winter, which is my favorite of the four, but each concerto is absolutely brilliant.” You took the tape from its case and popped it into the cassette player.
For the next hour Eddie watched you practice your solo. He found it extremely cute when you would abruptly stop, mutter a “fuck” or “shit,” and then start over. Whether you did that because you messed up a move or forgot the choreography he didn’t know, but it was adorable.
He stared in amazement when you began to do fouetté turns. You turned and turned and turned, your right foot never touching the floor. He lost track of how many times you had spun around after he counted ten. When your spinning finally came to an end, you gracefully extended your arms, one to your side and the other above your head.
“How do you not get dizzy?” He asked, a childlike wonder in his eyes.
“I used you as a spot,” you laughed when Eddie blinked a couple times trying to figure out what you meant, “When you do any type of turn, you want to pick a spot in the room to focus on, so you don’t get dizzy.”
“And you used me?” a delighted smile spread across Eddie’s face. He didn’t quite understand what spotting was, but he was flattered that you used him for it.
“You’re easy to focus on.” You shrugged.
Eddie tried and failed to hide the blush that appeared on his cheeks by ducking his head. He wasn’t sure why your comment was affecting him like this. When he looked up, you were standing right in front of him, your hand outstretched towards him.
“We should get going if we want to make it to dinner with my dad.”
“Shit, I can’t believe I forgot about that.” He took your hand and allowed you to pull him up from his seat.
“It’s not your fault. My dancing is just so amazing that it made you forget everything else in your brain for a moment.” You took hold of his other hand and swung your joined hands back and forth.
Eddie took a step closer to you, “That must be it.” He leaned in and placed a kiss to your cheek.
A content sigh fell from your lips as you leaned your forehead against Eddie’s. He in turn wrapped his arms around you. You stood there for a few moments, not moving an inch, scared that if you did it would ruin the moment.
Eddie broke the silence, “Your dad’s gonna start wondering where we are.”
“Let him.” You moved your head down to his shoulder.
“I don’t think that would be the best way to win your dad over.” He leaned his head against yours, starting to sway from side to side.
You looked up at him with your eyebrows raised, “You listen to Metallica, you already won him over,” you both laughed softly, “let me take my shoes off and change, then we can head out.”
After you changed, you both climbed into Eddie’s van and headed for the restaurant. You had told him that there was only one restaurant in town your dad liked, and he would most likely already be there. It was a diner downtown, Eddie remembered going there with his uncle from time to time as a kid. It was the place he would take him when he had a particularly bad day at school to cheer him up. He hadn’t been there in years, but as soon as they walked in, he was greeted by the familiar scent of vanilla ice cream and coffee. A smile came to his face thinking of the time he and Uncle Wayne raced each other to see who could finish their milkshake first. He had won, but only because Wayne had gotten a brain freeze halfway through.
The two of you walked further into the diner. You looked around until you saw your dad sitting in the booth in the back corner. He waved you over with a kind smile.
“Hi, dad.” You sat across from him, Eddie sitting down next to you.
“Hi, kiddo. Hi, Eddie.”
“Hello again, Y/D/N.”
“How was your studio time? Did you get any practicing done, or did you just goof off?” A teasing smirk crept up into the corner of your dad’s mouth.
“We didn’t goof off. I broke in my new pointe shoes and practiced my solo for the spring recital. It was a very productive afternoon.”
“Isn’t Y/N amazing,” your dad couldn’t contain his proud, beaming smile, “I may be biased, but I think Y/N the best dancer at that whole studio.”
“I believe it,” Eddie stated. He looked over to you with a dreamy look in his eyes, “Y/N’s incredible.”
“Signing Y/N up for dance classes was the smartest decision I ever made. I brag to all my friends about how talented my kid is. You know some people’s kids are top of their class, leader of a school club, but I get to say that my kid is a beautiful dancer!”
Eddie admired how proud your dad was of you. It was wonderful to know that you had a parent who supported you and took an interest in your hobbies. Your dad continued to talk about your dancing with a genuine joy and pride that made Eddie smile.
The evening continued on. At one point, you sat back and just observed the loud conversation Eddie and your dad were having about music. You were convinced that they had forgotten about you for a few minutes when they started ranking Black Sabbath albums, but you didn’t care. You were so happy about how well they were getting along, not that you doubted they would.
Later that night, after Eddie dropped you off at your house and drove away, your dad pulled into the driveway.
As he got out of his car, your dad said, “I like that boy.”
“Me too.” You said softly, a smile on your face.
|Part 5|
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Jung Kook - Standing next to you My version of Romeo 🤍 Was such a pleasure to work with you JK, every take was just perfect! Shoutout to choreographers and dancers! Thank you for the hole crew, it was hard one, but we made it! LOVE Director: @tanumuino Producer: @mauriziovontrapp Exec Prod: @frankborin, @ivannaborin DOP: @nikitakkkuz Choreographers: @keonemadrid & @shaylatukolan Production Designer: @josetiradoad Editor: Carlos Font Clos @carlosfontclos Colorist: @josephbicknell@company_3 VFX: @tiltvfx &  @romafx Visual Creative Direction : J @jae.y.oo Visual Creative Team : Leehyun Kim, Minchae Kim Performance Direction : @minbro1325 Stylist : @kimvenchy, @yesongkk JK MUA : @da_a_reum JK Hair : @bit.boot_naejoo Prod Co: @underwondercontent Service Co: @lionsbudapest Service EP: @mlnszb, Peter Magyar Service Producer: Eszter Repassy Beautywork: @DIGITALBEAUTYWORK@maxcolt Location Manager: @istvanfodo, Gergő Gálbory Production Co-Ordinator: @ankarozs PA: Reka Farkas @reka_farkas_ 1st AC: Adam Kliegl, Marcell Benko 2nd AC: Martin Hemzsel, Balint Nadi Video Op: Dénes Herceg Video Assist: Márton Doboróczky DIT: András Udvardi Gaffer: @boscorelly89 Key Grip + Ronin Tech: Ferenc Krámli Motion Control: György Szelják Art Director: János Szárnyas Prop Master: Fanni Herczeg Movement Director: Kim Minseong Post production house @onlypostproduction Additional Choreography: @denis_stulnikov Key Hair: @nikitochkin Key Makeup: @kuzikova CAST: Girl: @pashaharu JK Dancer: @brianpuspos JK Dancer: @devinpornel JK Dancer: @nickjxseph JK Dancer: @jakekodish JK Dancer: @v1nh JK Dancer: @ian_eastwood Dancer: Nikita Levoshenko Dancer: @antoine_tsturge Dancer: Mate Palinkas Dancer: @sonsolyom Dancer: Barna Blezer Dancer: @defraimm Dancer: @kolospeterfalv Dancer: @geridinnyes
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sharperthewriter · 1 year
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Chapter 12 of Roneo and Kimliet
Chapter 12
(Friday, Feb. 9, 2006, 3:45pm)
"Well, I'm glad that's overwith!" Kim exclaimed, stretching her arms as she, Ron, and Monique all exited Middleton High one last time this week. While Kim and Monique were in their signature baggy Club Banana dark-denim overalls with both straps hooked with yellow and pink croptops respectively, Ron was in his usual outfit.
"Another school week of toil in the books!" Ron exclaimed, "I cannot suffer through another quiz boring 19th-century book by some long-dead obscure author in English Lit anymore!"
"You thinkin' what I'm thinkin' you two after a lot of tests?" Monique asked.
Both Kim and Ron replied, "Bueno Nacho!"
"OTN! On the nose!" Monique exclaimed with her famed Monique-speak. She got out her bicycle helmet as did both Kim and Ron. They had taken bikes to school in lieu of the bus all week long, though Ron had his share of scrapes on his knees.
(4:19pm)
The trio ride their bikes to Bueno Nacho, for it also had a bike rack near the entrance. Once they managed to lock their bikes to the rack, they went inside.
Ron got his standard Naco Night order, Kim had the usual taco salad with Caesar on the side, and Monique had the same thing Ron had.
"So what is going to be the first thing on the list for this weekend?" Kim asked while getting out a sheet of paper.
"Well...the usual rental tree costume from the costume shop downtown." Ron said, "And this time, it will have a zipper in the front and not in the back."
"Okay...one rental tree costume." Kim said before she added.
"Oh yeah, I also need to add in the fact that JP Bearymore had just recently added a Zombie Mayhem II machine in the arcade! And it is bon-diggety badical!"
"And a box of tissues."
"What for?" Monique wondered.
"That I'll prove to the Glee Three that we will pull off the best Romeo and Juliet so hard that they are going to be crying at the end of the performance!" Kim insisted. "Hence the tissue boxes."
"We got that added to the list." Ron said, "What else do we need?"
"Maybe some aspirin in time to handle the headaches for Mom's parents' anniversary." Kim suggested, "Seventeen cousins is so hard to keep track of over a weekend, thank you very much!" She also kept in mind some of the weirdness of those cousins that would make even Larry look sane.
Then, the Kimmunicator beep began to sound.
Instinctively, Kim got the Kimmunicator out of her overall side pocket.
"Hey, Wade! What's the sitch?"
Wade explained the reason for the beep-in.
"Hey, Kim. You got a hit on the site from Professor Acari."
"Acari...the bug-expert guy!" Kim guessed.
"Mind if I patch you through to his message?" Wade requested.
"Please and thank you!" Kim replied with a smile. Wade typed rapidly on his computer to access the video to one of Acari's insectariums.
"Good evening, Miss Possible! I definitely would need your help at my insectarium on the outskirts of Los Angeles. There is something of great importance that I need to show you!"
"So we're gonna visit the insect guy again after what happened with the tick bomb thing Drakken had on your nose, KP?" Ron asked.
"Most definitely so, Ron." came Kim's reply.
Ron shuddered, "Insects! I so cannot stand insects!"
"Even a harmless ol' ladybug?" Monique asked.
"My issues with them stretch back further than Wannaweep, Monique!" Ron said. "Even within the Stoppable abode, my hate of those blood-sucking insects runs very deep!"
Kim sighed before saying to Wade, "Can you give us a ride?"
"Working on it right now!" Wade insisted.
(1 hour later)
A Global Justice craft picked up Team Possible as they headed en route for Los Angeles. Both im and Ron, of course, were now in their mission outfits.
Agent Flynn Cognito was flying the craft. Kim was in the co-pilot.
"Thanks for the lift, Agent Cognito!" Kim said in a nice voice.
"It's the least I can do since you save me on that mission in Switzerland last month!" Agent Cognito replied.
"It's no big! A little help from my hot curling iron that can melt snow, duct tape, and a rope would do the job." Kim said before turning on the Kimmunicator.
Ron, in the meantime, was stuck between two buff male Global Justice agents.
"Uhh...little help here?" he exclaimed.
There was also one other mission that was also nagging at Kim's mind.
"Wade, has there been any update from the thefts at the Louvre?"
"I was able to pull off something from the henchmen's shirts." Wade said as he pulled up the security photo on the Kimmunicator.
Kim looked at it and said, "Looks like some sort of code. Can you try and analyze it?"
"I can do, but it may take me between 24 to 36 hours." Wade replied, "I'll give you an update once the analysis is complete! And by the way, you should be over LA right about...now!"
"You analytically rock, Wade!" Kim grinned as she put away the Kimmunicator and activated her jetpack and infrared goggles.
"Let's jet, Ron!" she exclaimed.
"Right behind ya, KP!" Ron replied as he got unstuck from being in-between the Global Justice agents. He too activated his jetpack.
"Ready for this, Rufus?" he then asked the naked mole rat.
Rufus, from Ron's pants pocket, put on his goggles. "Ready!" he squeaked excitedly.
Team Possible jumped out of the plane. The 10,000 feet ride went smoothly for Kim as she landed on the ground. For Ron, however, he spun in a variety of circles and triangles in the air. Rufus squeaked in horror and closed his eyes. Fortunately, for the both of them, they landed on the ground.
"Well, that wasn't one of my worst landings." Ron replied.
"I'd give you a medal for it, Ron!" Kim chuckled a little before Professor Acari came to her, along with a couple of his assistants.
"I'm glad you can make it, Miss Possible!" Acari replied with glee.
"It's no big, Professor!" Kim laughed, "I'm glad we recovered the robotic tick back to you after Drakken nearly blew off my nose in freshman year."
Ron shuddered, "KP, you do know I still have tick issues..."
"What's with your sidekick?" Acari asked, pointing to Ron.
"Bad summer camp experience, don't ask to him." Kim suggested.
"Anywho, I should take you and my assistants to my insectarium." Acari replied, "There, you can see why I contacted your site!"
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Firen Lhain: Chapter 1009: Frigid Nobility:  Part I / III
Jaune leaned forward as the rear door closed behind him. When it was closed, he leaned back. Taj stood up in the cockpit and stood in the doorway, seeing all of the Huntsmen cuddled up in the back. "You know, one of you could have taken the co-pilot seat?"
"We're good." Nora said, as she snuggled up to Ren and Penthesilea.
Taj then looked at Ciel, snuggled between Penthesilea and Neo. "How about you?"
"I am unused to such affection." Ciel voiced, and Taj looked at her smuggly, "But am unopposed."
Taj then looked at Neo who looked around nervously. Taj then shrugged, "Alright. 4 hours until we meet up with the Proudclad. Enjoy your cuddlefest."
"We shall endeavour to do just that." Ciel replied, causing Ruby and Yang to snicker.
* * *
"Alright, question?" Yang asked.
"Yes?" Weiss replied from under her arm..
"How did we decide who's cuddling with who?"
"Drop order." Jaune stated.
"What?" Yang asked.
"RWBY is RWBY." Ruby stated.
"I guess that makes sense." Yang said. "We are like really good at fighting together."
"And impossible to predict." Jaune stated.
"Some of our fondest memories." Ren spoke, and momentarily paused, "Coming to your aid in the most improbable circumstances."
"I'm just glad you guys are including us this time." Nora added.
"We were kind of a heel." Yang stated, "But, we were young and stupid."
"We sincerely doubted anyone would be loyal enough to risk all for our vanity." Weiss stated, and Ren and Nora looked at her nervously, "We apologize for our mistake."
"Oh, pssht. It's nothing." Nora stated, "I've done much crazier things, and you guys are always there for us."
"Sadly, we haven't." Blake stated.
"We were kind of caught up in our own hero complex." Yang stated.
"We do swear to always do so in the future." Weiss quiped.
"You're family." Ruby stated, and everyone smiled.
* * *
"Unknown vessel, this is the AAS Proudclad. State your name and destination, over."
Taj leaned into the comm. unit. "Proudclad, this is Arc Nouveau, set for intercept, over."
"Arc Nouveau, Proudclad, new callsign, Thornside, advisary, sky is hot, over."
Nora shouted from the back, "What does he mean the sky is hot?"
"The Proudclad is currently engaging with airborn Grimm." Ciel simply stated.
"I thought they were like super powerful?" Yang asked.
"It is unlikely that the Proudclad will be harmed." Ciel stated.
"Smaller ships like ours?" Taj asked from the front, "That's a different story." He then leaned back into the comm. unit, "Proudclad, Thornside, advise where to set down, over."
"Thornside, Proudclad, Thornside Sunray is requested at provided coordinates, over."
"We have a hit." Taj stated.
"Who?" Yang asked.
"M'Lord." Ciel replied.
"Daddy." Yang said giddily.
Jaune just shrugged. "Sure?"
"Proudclad, Thornside, confirm coordinates. En route, over."
"We should help him!" Ruby shouted.
"Thornside, Proudclad. Will use main batteries to clear your path, over."
"What do you want to do?" Taj asked.
"I'm sure the SECOND RATE airship will be quite alright." Weiss stated.
"We should still help!" Ruby exclaimed.
"We've done stupider things." Yang added.
"Tell me about it." Nora dismissively stated.
"Alright." Jaune added.
"Proudclad, Thornside, Huntsman team will aid, Romeo-Whiskey-Bravo-Yankee, over."
"Why does Weiss get to be whiskey?" Yang asked.
"Thornside, Proudclad. Assistance not needed."
"Proudclad, Thornside, they want to help. Out." Taj stated. "You wanted it, you got it." Taj stated.
"Yes we did!" Ruby proudly stated.
* * *
Griffins flew about the Proudclad, the ship's batteries shot, exploded, taking down groups of them. Taj's airship quickly flew through. The left side-doors opened up and RWBY quickly dropped down. Ruby Petal Burst down to the Proudclad's roof. Weiss spiraled around while Yang and Blake just leapt. In Weiss' wake a number of white Lancers appeared. Yang punched a Griffon, launching herself between a few more as she dropped to the deck. Blake landed on the deck just long enough to jump up and impale one of the Griffins with the heavy end of her Gambol Shroud, and used it to swing around, slashing at others. Weiss, and her Lancers, came spiralling down, impaling many of them along the way. One of the Griffin's tried to strike Blake with it's talons, only to instead impale itself on a frozen Blake statue. Ruby's scythe cut it, and then a few others in half a moment later. Blake pushed her arms down and to the side, activating the Wind Dust woad to give her lift, only to impale another Griffon.
* * *
Major General Hayes stepped up onto the deck as RWBY proudly ran up to him. "Pretty much what we would expect from Huntresses, even if we did not need your assistance. Though, I suppose you will have helped my other airships with your exuberance."
"Is he mad?" Ruby asked, "He sounds kind of mad."
"He's just got his panties in a bunch because we helped him." Yang stated.
"Now that you find yourself trapped on the Proudclad, is there anything we can do to help you reunite with your friends?"
"You can tell us where they are?" Blake asked.
General Hayes looked at them for a moment, "You mean horizontally?" he asked, and they watched, waiting for an answer. "Approximately 500 metres in that direction."
Yang followed his gaze, "Over there?"
"Yes?" General Hayes asked, "And, what, might as ask are you going to?.." RWBY then ran up to edge of the Proudclad and jumped off. "Yes?" he simply stated.
* * *
Taj spoke from the front of the airship. "We're nearly overtop of the drop zone, but I'll have to circle back around to get us closer to..."
"Open the back gate." Jaune stated.
"Uh, yeah, sure, aye. Opening back gate." Taj stated, as the back gate started to open up. Jaune then looked over to Neo and PC one the right side, "Neo and PC stay with the airship in case people need help."
"In reserve, M'Lord?" Ciel asked.
"Yeah." Jaune said with a smile while Penthesilea blew him a kiss. Jaune then looked at Nora whom smiled brightly as she opened her wings. She fell backwards before turning forward. She focused on something to the bottom left and then Jaune fell backwards, Ren and Ilia a moment behind him. The trees passed beside them. Jaune and Ren grabbed onto tree branches. Ren swung himself off while Jaune used it to land on a branch and spring off. Ilia user her Thunder Lash to swing from branch to branch.
Jaune landed among a group of Knights, though different from any he had seen before. They had more of the polished white sheen that Atlas seemed to so adore. There was 4, and their rifles at shoulder arms, almost as tall as they were. Jaune landed in the centre. He held his arms out to gently catch Ilia as Ren vaulted over his antlers. Nora spiraled around before finally landing.
"Mister Arc?" a young man asked, and he turned towards them.
"Why does everyone call mister?" he asked.
"M'Lord." Ren quietly voiced.
Jaune looked over to the soldiers surrouding a man who looked like an engineer. Dress shirt with open collar. Dress pants. A number of pens in his pocket. Large tablet-scroll in his hands.
"It's good to meet you." the young man said to him, "Professor Polendina wanted you to test out the first Beta production of the White Knights."
"Out here?!" Nora asked.
"Can you think of a better place?" Ilia asked, as Jaune kissed her on the cheek and put her down.
"What happened?" Jaune asked the scientist.
"An army of coordinated Beowulves proved to be a higher priority. Until you signed on to the mission."
"That actually explains a lot." Ilia voiced.
"Why me?" Jaune asked.
"You have to ask?" Ilia asked him.
"I, uh, what?" Jaune asked.
"If I was to speculate?" The engineer asked, "You were the one who suggested it. Further, Professor Polendina speculates that working with a Huntsman might unlock their Aura."
"Uh-huh?.." Jaune voiced.
Nora pulled out her pistol, and looked between the two.
"You are quite right." the scientist stated, "The White Knights are carrying a mass-production version of your linear accelerator."
"Then why is it so big?!" Nora asked, "Is it more powerful?"
"Unfortunately, no." the engineer stated, "Well, moderately so. We could not resolve the issues with miniaturization."
"Like what?" Nora asked, and Jaune just glowered at her.
"Perhaps?" Ren asked her, "The fact it kicks like a Goliath and shocks you?"
"But, that's a good thing?" Nora asked.
"Others are perhaps not as fond of being shocked as you are." Ren quipped.
"Just admit you're kinky, and we can get on with it." Ilia added.
Nora rolled her eyes, "Like you are one to talk."
"My eyes have been opened to a great many new experiences," Ilia replied, "but we do keep them in the bedroom."
"Other than the tower shaking." Nora sarcastically stated.
"Can we just focus?" Jaune asked, and looked back to the engineer. "So, what do I do?"
"Address all orders to the Baronet." the scientist stated, and one of the White Knights saluted with his rifle, his head armour more elaborate.
"What's your name?" Jaune asked the knight.
"My Lord?" the Baronet asked him.
"The professor was letting you pick a name." the scientist stated, and Jaune looked back towards the Baronet.
"Ooooh!" Nora exclaimed.
"Hugh." Jaune eventually stated.
"It is an honour, M'Lord." Hugh replied.
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La versión de Terry G. Grandchester
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Post hecho por Aonia de la Tour y The Champing:
Aonia:  Muy buenas y bienvenidos al blog y al post de hoy día, un post muy especial. No solo porque se expone un análisis exhaustivo del personaje Terry G. Grandchester, sino porque el co autor de este análisis esta aquí invitado :3
Primera noción de la historia: 
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La autora Keiko Nagaita quizó explicar como ya he mencionado la historia de los tres amores, el efímero que fue Anthony un chico dulce que amaba las rosas, quien había perdido a su madre a edad muy temprana y su padre era marinero así que casi nunca lo veía, pero el muere de forma repentina y trágica. Luego conoce a Terry quien en principio le recuerda a su fallecido amor, y ambos quedan de cierta forma atraídos desde su primer encuentro que era en un barco que se dirigía de Estados Unidos  Inglaterra. Ella lo confunde con Anthony entre la bruma del mar que se metía a la cubierta del barco, pero al acercarse a él se da cuenta de que de hecho es diferente, y de que estaba llorando, decide no importunarlo pero él se da cuenta que está ahí y la llama para saber quién era. Ella le comenta que le había parecido que estaba muy triste, pero el empieza a reírse de ella y molestarla por su nariz respingada y su cara llena de pecas, su siguiente encuentro es en el colegio St. Paul dónde lo encuentra provocando a las autoridades y siendo un rebelde sin causa.
Después de algunos encuentros y desencuentros en común ambos quedan atraídos entre sí, es en una noche dónde Terry entra muy malherido a la habitación de Candy, pues tuvo una pelea callejera y buscaba entrar a su dormitorio, pero se confundió y entró a las habitaciones de mujeres (Candy tiene el mismo número de habitación de el), y al cuarto de Candy, quien lo quiere ayudar pues está en muy mala condición y cansado, en esta oportunidad ella se re encuentra con Albert mientras busca una farmacia para ayudar a Terry. Y cuando vuelve a su habitación el ya no está pues con la curación rápida que le hizo se pudo sentir mejor y fue a su propia habitación. Cosa que molesta a Candy pues es un desconsiderado con ella, piensa, esta próximo el festival de Mayo, dónde Candy podría ser "el hada de la flor" una de las chicas estrella del festival dado que nació en Mayo. Pero se mete en problemas por defender a Patricia O'Brien y queda vetada del festival, en un momento se escapa y va a ver a Albert al zoológico de Londres, dónde lo ve siendo amigo de Terry, cosa que a todos sorprende, sin embargo, Albert los deja un instante y pueden divertirse, molestarse y convivir, es aquí dónde Candy confiesa que no puede ir al festival pero tenía muchas ganas de ir, Terry muestra interés en ir si ella logra escaparse y asiste también (Terry en todos sus años en el St. Paul nunca había asistido al festival, esta sería la primera vez y es por Candy) pero el ambiente se vuelve tenso cuando Candy habla de Anthony, aquí se podría interpretar que Terry solo estaba celoso de que la persona que le gusta no deja de hablar de otro y compararlo con él, o... que realmente era un cretino insensible para molestar de esa forma a alguien que contaba algo sensible xd
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En el festival al no encontrar a Candy piensa para sí mismo que cree que se ha enamorado de ella, y que espera mucho que asista, cosa que ella hace vestida de Romeo primero y luego de Julieta, al momento de cambiarse como Julieta Terry la observa desde un árbol y cuando está completamente vestida sale a reírse de ella, lo cual la molesta pero lo supera rápidamente. Ambos escuchan una melodía de vals a lo lejos y él le pide a Candy bailar, ella accede pero (la verdad tontamente xD) dice que esa canción le recordaba a Anthony, Terry para en seco de bailar y besa a Candy, ella reacciona mal y lo golpea :b a lo que Terry responde diciendo que como podía saber cómo se sentía el al seguir mencionando a Anthony, y sin saber que sentía por ella, por lo que de forma violenta e iracunda jura hacerla olvidarlo de una vez, la lleva hasta dónde su caballo y la obliga a galopar con el, para que enfrente su miedo a los caballos y confronte que Anthony nunca volverá a ella por mucho que lo extrañe, después de un rato galopando Candy logra despegar su cara del pecho de Terry y mirar hacia delante, por lo que él le dice que la vida continúa y ella debe hacer lo mismo (cosa que pienso que influyó en ella en su separación pero no nos adelantemos xd).
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Siendo así ambos se sientan en el pasto a reflexionar un poco para sí mismos, hasta que Terry hace mención de que esta herida y la cura gentilmente, a lo que Candy esta desconcertada pues hacía un momento había sido violento con ella, él se va diciendo que siente que hizo lo correcto y ella sigue pensando en la forma en la que ocurrió su primer beso. Después se lo encuentra en el baile y a forma de juego y desquite lo pisa mientras bailaban. Pasan un verano vibrante y lleno de amor en Escocia, dónde logra hacer que Terry sea amigo de Archibald, Stear, Annie y Patty. 
E incluso que se reconcilie con su madre, la actriz Eleanor Baker, con quien Terry tenía en común el dolor de la separación forzada que les hizo vivir Richard D. Grandchester (el padre de Terry) también la pasión por el teatro. Después de poder reconciliarse con ella él se promete a si mismo nunca abandonar a la persona que ama por un deber, como lo hizo el Duque Grandchester, quien abandonó a la mujer que amaba Eleanor para poder casarse con alguien de su nivel social y cumplir con la expectativa social que pesaba en él. (Irónico porque termina siendo igual que su padre). Pero Eliza Leagan también se había enamorado de Terry, él se da cuenta de esto pero no le da mayor importancia pues está concentrado en Candy y en ser una mejor versión de sí mismo. Pero Eliza maldita como es, piensa que puede hacer que Terry la quiera.
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Por lo que una vez en Londres, mientras Terry iba a cabalgar un rato ella sale a su camino de repente y el debe frenar bruscamente, cuando la increpa por eso, ella le habla mal de Candy tratando de persuadirlo para que el la deje diciéndole que le dará mala imagen a los Grandchester, a lo que el responde que debería advertirle a Candy que era un cretino alcohólico que fumaba mucho y se peleaba en las calles, y que si Candy seguía siendo su novia le daría mala imagen a los Andrew, para luego burlarse, decirle a Eliza que era una hipócrita y seguir con su camino.
Eliza queda muy ofendida ante este evento y crea una trampa para hacer que expulsen a Candy, citandolos a ambos de noche en el establo con cartas iguales, al llegar ambos en pijama y a media noche, las autoridades los encuentran y tienen una idea equivocada de lo que pasaba ahí (lo que Eliza quería que pensaran), por lo que confinan  a Terry en su habitación y a Candy la envían a una celda de castigo con la intención de expulsarla definitivamente de la escuela. Terry no sabe esto y piensa que esta confinada en su habitación también, Stear y Archi irrumpen muy molestos en la habitación de Terry por la madrugada y Archi lo golpea brutalmente culpándolo por la expulsión de Candy, es este el momento en el que se entera de la verdad.   
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Y decide que como lo que la madre superiora no quiere es que estén juntos y el nunca podría ser el mismo enteramente en Londres, toma la drástica decisión de que el que sea expulsado sea el, y a ella le dejen continuar después de escuchar a Stear decirle todo lo que Candy había sufrido antes de ser miembro de la familia Andrew, se da cuenta que él no sabía nada de ella, no conocía su pasado más allá de Anthony y queriendo protegerla de los estigmas que caerían sobre ella, el sale del colegio St. Paul partiendo a América buscando ser el mismo, y teniendo en cuenta que tal vez no la volvería a ver nunca. (WTF!!!!!! Si eso no es ser igual a su padre no sé qué lo sea). Es entonces cuando ingresa al grupo de actores de teatro, subiendo poco a poco de nivel y.... conociendo a Susana. Mi perspectiva de aquí en adelante ya la han visto. Ahora daremos lugar a The Champing para que nos cuente que ocurre en la mente de Terry y en su versión de los hechos tomando en cuenta TODO :3
The Champing: Muchas gracias Aonia, por introducir el contexto a nuestros queridos lectores (e inclusive a mí), ahora bien tras todo lo explicado anteriormente debo decir que Terry sin querer en cuenta repitió el patrón destructivo del que tanto quería huir de su padre, sin embargo debo hacer notar que el joven se sentía muy responsable por las emociones de Candy tanto así que decidió apartarse de ella pensado que haría un bien para su carrera, a lo cual me es difícil de concebir pues si quieres mucho o amas a una persona no te alejas de ella. Y bien tras leer y reflexionar sobre el volumen 7 puedo decir que efectivamente Terry si amaba a Candy, pues su estadía en América lo haría crecer como persona e incluso lo motivaría a convertirse en el mejor actor de la ciudad de New York, se mantenía en contacto con Candy por cartas e incluso cuando le toco su papel de estrellato para interpretar a Romeo, él le entrega una invitación muy personal para que este en primera fila y lo pueda ver triunfar, también para por fin decirle que nunca se ira de su lado, que siempre estará allí cuando más lo necesite y lo principal declare de una vez por todas su amor. 
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Aunque este primer momento suena muy prometedor, nos da un giro completo al descubrir que Susana (la chica que esta con Terry en el teatro e interpretará a Julieta en la obra) siente un amor profundo y enfermizo por nuestro Terry, así que en un ensayo ella se le declara dejando a mi parecer muy confundido a Terry, pensativo e inclusive en shock ya que no se lo esperaba en ningún momento y bueno los días pasan Terry ensaya lo más profesional que puede junto con Julieta, en este momento ocurre un accidente, la escenografía con luces del teatro se viene abajo y va a caer al actor principal, sin embargo Susana se mete en medio para salvarle y que no lo aplaste las luces y los metales; es ahí que nuestra Julieta se sacrifica y le cae todo encima dejándola casi al borde de la muerte. Terry se siente muy mal, muy triste, espantado, mientras en su mente él piensa que ella debió utilizar toda su fuerza para empujarle, haciendo un pensamiento que lo marcaria de aquí en adelante y es “ella lo hizo por mí, arriesgo su vida por la mía”. 
De alguna manera la logran llevar al hospital, Terry se siente muy angustiado, le dan la noticia de que estará bien sin embargo perdería la pierna, aquí ya es inevitable que nuestro actor favorito se sentía muy responsable de ello e incluso culpable. Luego tras este acontecimiento se busca un remplazo de Julieta en la obra, parece que todo avanza con normalidad (no es así), Terry la va a visitar todos los días al hospital a Susana, el único obstáculo en su camino es la madre de Susana quien alimenta más el hecho de que Terry sea culpable de arruinarle la carrera a su hija, hasta se lo grita en la cara, total que un día se lo permite y es ahí que Susana en un ataque de rabia, descontrol y muy manipuladoramente posible le dice que él se debería quedar con ella pues su amor es más grande que cualquier otra cosa. 
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Para este punto la situación estaba tensa, se acercaba el día de la obra, él día en que Candy llegaría a New York a ver la obra de su amado, en su cabeza de Terry solo pensaba en estar con ella pero esa culpa hacia mucho eco en su mente. Llega el día, Candy llega muy temprano a la ciudad, se encuentra con Terry y ambos vuelven a interactuar después de mucho tiempo alejados, es increíble esta interacción, hace sentir al lector  que ambos se quieren a pesar de todos los obstáculos, por momentos Terry se siente desconectado de ella por lo de Susana. Cuando ya es la noche estelar, Candy se encuentra en la sala común esperando a que inicie la obra, es ahí que no puede evitar escuchar un cuchicheo de palabras, diciendo sobre el terrible accidente que sufrió Susana, que Terry iba a visitarla todos los días y que hasta lo habían obligado a que se casará con él. 
La dulce Candy se muestra muy sensible mientras se dice así misma que porque no lo dijo antes, sin pena ni gloria abandona la obra en busca de Susana para aclarar las cosas. Luego de llegar al hospital y ver que no había nadie ahí lee una carta de aparente desaparición o suicidio, en efecto SUSANA SE VA A SUICIDAR (yo no me lo podía creer) total que al final Candy salva de la muerte a su rival de amor, esta se da cuenta de cuanto lo ama a tal punto de quitarse la vida si no es con Terry. Cuando el dramón está al rojo vivo es ahí que Terry abandona la obra, va al hospital solo para ver esa escena desgarradora, carga en sus hombros a Susana y pasa de largo a Candy.
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 Aquí yo le agregue un toque de plus a la historia, me puse a escuchar November Rain de Guns and Roses,  algo dentro de mí decía que sería el fin del amor entre Terry y Candy. Por supuesto que así fue, la parte en la que Terry llora en desesperación por no querer que se vaya para siempre su amor verdadero con toda esa carga emocional que sentía, la impotencia de poner un límite a Susana y su mente bloqueada por un montón de pensamientos de que era lo más correcto dejarla ir, todo eso hizo que el personaje de Terry sea considerado para mí una víctima de los acontecimientos ocurridos, aunque pienso seriamente que bien pudo hacer caso a su corazón a su intuición o a lo que más quería (Una vida con Candy) no pudo hacerlo, ya que esa presión esa manipulación, ese chantaje por parte de Julieta (Susana) hizo que tomará una decisión que lo perjudicaría toda su vida. 
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Ya ni hablemos de la pobre Candy quien fue la que más sufrió por dentro esta ruptura. En lo personal siento que Terry sufrió mucho la perdida de Candy, al quedarse con Susana porque sentía obligación de hacerlo, también pienso que el hecho de que no había madurado lo suficiente como para dejar las cosas claras en un principio con Susana, ya que se hubieran ahorrado infinidad de problemas si él hubiera dicho que solamente tenía corazón, mente, alma, y espíritu para Candy, esa falta de firmeza hizo que titubeara e incluso arruinara su vida por lo siguiente que comentara mi amiguis, Aonia. Yo solo puedo decir que es una gran pena todo lo que aconteció a Terry que siento una enorme empatía con el personaje y pienso que fue un dramón de aquellos que te hacen sentir mil y una emociones cargadas al momento de leerlo, brillante y magnifico.   
  (Lo siento bbs, los dos hablamos un montón xD)
Aonia: Luego de que Candy y Terry se separen, el trata de aceptar lo que ha vivido, pero Candy se encuentra periódicos diciendo que la estrella de Stratford estaba decayendo, que así como había subido había bajado y que vivía con Susana Marlow pero quizá por presión y por amor al teatro, posteriormente se encuentra un periódico diciendo que había desparecido. 
Terry estaba en un teatro ambulante de mala calidad, y el teatro llegó a Chicago dónde Candy buscando a Albert lo vió, entró y efectivamente lo vio, titubeando, ebrio, olvidando sus líneas, con pésimos actores que incluso actuaban mejor que él, lo que dejaba ver lo mal que estaba, mucho más delgado, el cabello opaco, la piel pálida y con una mirada vacía. Esto le rompió el corazón a Candy pues ve que le afectó quizá hasta más que a ella la separación, no pudo hacerle frente a la separación y termino en un lugar así
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Cansada del barullo de la gente le gritó a un hombre grande y fuerte que si no se callaba nunca iba a disfrutar de la obra, el grito fue tal que el hombre se preguntó si era cierto y luego el grito para callar a todos y poder así escuchar la obra, todos prestaron atención y el silencio hizo que Terry volteara y aún en la penumbra distinguiera a Candy, llorando al fondo del teatro, preguntándose a si mismo si alucinaba o no, y sacando fuerzas de esa visión para poder sacar adelante la obra de teatro, dejando una grata impresión en los asistentes, Candy se fue, pero Eleanor Baker que también la distinguió la interceptó y le agradeció por haber ayudado a su hijo con su sola presencia, lo devolvió a la vida y estaba segura de que Terry iba a recuperarse "porque vio a quien verdaderamente ama".
Candy y Eleanor se despiden y Terry pregunta al que cuidaba la entrada si vio a una joven bonita con pecas, vitalidad y cabello rubio rizado, a lo que el guardia responde que no, Terry se convence a si mismo que fue solo una alucinación y piensa en lo que le dijo a Susana antes de partir, que se iba de viaje, y ella no preguntó si podía ir, ni a dónde iría o cuando volvería. Terry piensa en que no podía pensar en hacer feliz a Candy si ni siquiera podía hacer feliz a Susana y admite ser igual a su padre. 
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Por lo que planea regresar a Stratford e iniciar de cero. Lo siguiente que Candy sabe de él es que en efecto regreso a Stratford y piensa que el tiempo terminara de separarlos eventualmente.
 En la novela definitiva sabemos de Terry que vivía con Susana sin casarse, que Susana escribió muchos guiones de teatro y varios se representaron, que solo un año después de los hechos del manga Susana murió, y Terry guardó luto un año. Seis meses después le escribe a Candy aún con dudas 
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 Candy escribe una carta mental a Anthony "En cuanto a Terry, pienso que hay cosas que una vez pérdidas no pueden ser recuperadas", y una carta a Terry que no tiene intención de enviar "Te deje ir porque sabía que pasara lo que pasara Susana nunca se iría, se quedó en nuestra alma". Y ya nunca se menciona más a Terrence Grandchester.
*espacio para recuperarnos de tanto drama xd*
Aonia: The champing.... ¿Listo para unas preguntas? :3
The champing: Va que va
Aonia: 1.- tu consideras que Susana Marlow si amaba a Terry como la autora lo afirma en su obra? Analizando los comportamientos de ella   
The Champing: Considero que Susana tenía un amor enfermizo hacia Terry ya que si sentía un sentimiento muy fuerte hacia él pero la obsesión de tenerlo solo para ella, le llevo a un comportamiento muy errático, demencial y hasta peligroso para ella misma.
Aonia:  2.- Crees que Candy fue quien más sufrió la separación? Porque ella volvió a Chicago con Albert, Archie, Annie y Patty. Terry solo quedó con Susana pues parece que no tuvo más contacto con su padre y con su madre su relación fue a distancia ¿Que opinas?
The Champing: 2. Pienso que en el momento Candy sufrió más la ruptura, pero a la larga pudo superar ese sufrimiento ya que tenía la compañía de sus amigos y del Sr. Albert quien era un confort para ella, para sanar su corazón después de tremenda desicion, eso sí pienso que quizá hubo días en los que lo tenía en la mente. Pero a la larga Terry fue quien cayó en picada por la separación a tal punto de tocar fondo en varios aspectos de su vida
Aonia:  3.- Después de la separación de ellos, la vida que Terry llevó, me lleva a pensar algo que decíamos al inicio de la carrera (The champing y yo somos colegas en psicología 😉) que los hombres sufren más tiempo una separación amorosa, es esto cierto o es solo un prejuicio social? Y de ser cierto o incierto que tan cercano a la realidad ves la reacción de Terry a los hechos?
The Champing: 3.-Pregunta difícil, yo considero que algunos de nosotros los hombres en su mayoría nos pega más la separación porque estamos acostumbrados a reprimir emociones y si bien podemos seguir nuestra vida como si nada, se siente un vacío emocional el no contar con la persona amada ya que estamos expuestos socialmente a percibir al género masculino como el fuerte cuando en realidad es un ser humano que también siente y ama, es por eso que cada día se nos cuestiona más nuestro rol rígido de género masculino, para aprender a distinguir las emociones y ser más consiente para así actuar en beneficio de superar cualquier emoción que este siendo reprimida
La reacción de Terry en esta situación me parece que le puede pasar a alguien que no tenga claro los límites que puede llegar a soportar de las relaciones interpersonales que establecemos, sobretodo la comunicación es de vital importancia y si por ejemplo alguien en la vida real tendría está situación sería preguntarle si acaso cuenta con herramientas necesarias para no dejarse manipular o chantajearse por una chica, mujer, pareja, novio, novia etc.
En conclusión si podría pasarle a alguien que sea muy inmaduro en ese aspecto no solo a chicos si no también a chicas o a cualquier persona
Aonia: 4.-Hay una teoría que señala que Susana es en realidad el verdadero amor de Terry. Piensas que si o que solo es un intento de los fans porque Terry fuera feliz?
The Champing: 4. A mí parecer creo que no es su verdadero amor, yo considero que más bien sería como una mejor amiga o amiga quien no era un amor correspondido pero dadas las circunstancias como se fue dando el asunto le dieron a Susana de pareja como para que no fuera un lobo solitario o un desolado joven actor. En verdad lamento que el personaje terminará muy mal después de todo
Aonia:  5.- Cómo ves el "cuando sabes que ya perdiste" para Terry? (Es decir cuando ya no hay nada que hacer para salvar tu relación amorosa)
The Champing: 5. Es muy difícil puesto que hay todo un proceso de duelo para aceptar la verdad dura, Terry bien pudo luchar por el amor de Candy pero es entendible que tras la muerte de Susana se diera un tiempo para restablecer su vida. Ahora tomando en cuenta el factor de que Candy ya estaba casada, solo le quedaba dejar ir esas heridas del pasado y ese amor volar hacia el cielo, comenzar su vida de nuevo que claro era muy difícil para él ya que todavía guardaba ese sentimiento en lo profundo de su corazón (una terapia no estaba de más jajajajajaja)
Aonia: 6.- Cuando fue que Terry eligió a Susana? Desde el accidente o crees que Candy eligió por los tres?
The Champing: 6. Yo pienso que no es que uno eligiera al otro o no sino que simplemente la circunstancia en la que estaban obligó a ambos a sentir pena por Susana pues Candy se sintió también responsable por el bienestar de la actriz sin pierna y Terry sentía culpa, un deber hacía con ella que era lo menos que podía hacer porque Susana no volvería al estrellato. Sin embargo Terry no dijo nada a Candy cuando está llegó a la ciudad para no preocuparla algo que fue muy perjudicial. Así que en conclusión pienso que ambos sintieron pena por Susana pero quién tuvo la desicion final fue Candy porque Terry la abrazo y lloro en un intento por retenerla.
Y bueno amigos. Este fue un post completo y hasta ahora el más largo en lo que lleva existiendo “Le petit espace d’Aonia”, dedicado a nuestro trágico personaje y husbando “Terry G. Grandchester”. Creo que tanto The champing como yo lamentamos mucho que siendo un chico alegre y con muchas ganas de vivir la vida a su manera, haya terminado tan gris y probablemente frustrado en algunos si no es que varios aspectos de su vida.
Agradezco infinitamente el apoyo a The champing por enriquecer la visión de Terry para ustedes. Sé que esto es muy largo, pero hasta ahora ha sido mi post favorito y en el que más hemos trabajado jajaja 
Somos psicólogos en la vida real, no podemos darnos el lujo de hacer un análisis tan sintético aún de un personaje ficticio, ya practicamos mucho eso en varias materias xd
Le dedicamos varios días y varias horas aún hoy.
Les quieren.
-Aonia de la Tour y The Champing.
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el farsante ✧ chittaphon
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nombre: chittaphon leechaiyapornkul título: el farsante intérprete: ozuna ft. romeo santos palabras: 1.9k advertencia!: contenido sexual explícito.
la lluvia golpeaba su triste rostro, llevaba en sus temblorosas manos un ramo de claveles hermosos, esperaba que fuese perdonado por tal errores cometidos durante meses, se sentía tan nervioso que su mente se encontraba blanco e incluso cuando notó que la puerta fue abierta apareció una sonrisa, sin embargo, ella al sólo verlo quiso cerrar, no podía creer que él se estuviera paseando por su casa como si nada, como si en esos tres meses no se hubiera acostado con ninguna muchacha, (t/n) quiso golpearlo, sólo que al ser más hábil, pudo  interrumpirla impidiendo tal acto, se acercó más para intentar llamar su atención aun que hasta ahora parecía en vano.
— cariño, por favor dame una oportunidad, déjame tener una conversación contigo en calma sin que quieras echarme.— murmuró quejándose.— me estoy muriendo de frío aquí afuera, necesito que me dejes explicarte todo lo que sucedió hasta te he traído flores.— soltó un suspiro suave esperando a que al menos lo dejara pasar, ella cerró sus ojos por unos segundos y abrió la puerta para que entrara, no era tan tarde y ya estaba humillándose por el tailandés.
— pudiste haber venido mañana u otro día, ¿por qué demonios se te ocurre venir cuando está lloviendo?.— preguntó molesta, porque verlo tan indefenso y con frío, le había ablandado el corazón.
— una pequeña parte fue para más drama y la otra porque ya no podía estar ni un minuto sin ti.— confesó entrando a la casa, empapando el suelo, alzó suavemente su mano y le entregó las flores a su ex novia que lo miraba aún de forma seria, agarró el ramo y lo dejó en una de las mesas sin nada de delicadeza, cerró la puerta de un leve empujón y se cruzó de brazos.
— bien, ya entraste, me diste las floreces y estoy esperando el discurso que mencionaste. tengo algunos planes para mañana y debo hacer cosas ahora así que se rápido por favor.— relamió sus labios dejando a ten embobado y preocupado, ¿planes?, su ex chica no era de tener planes, frunció el ceño confuso y tal vez ¿dolido?, demonios es que quién era también para sentirse traicionado, él ya la había engañado con casi cuatro mujeres, no tenía derecho.
— ¿planes?, tú nunca tienes planes (t/n), sólo haces lo de siempre, ir a la universidad y encerrarte en casa a ver televisión, te conozco, no tienes porque fingir que estas con otros para hacerme sentir mal y celoso, yo ya estoy muy mal sin ti.— dijo colocando una de sus manos en su pecho.
en cambio ella rió, soltó una gran carcajada. — no puedo creer que pienses eso, eres un imbécil. no tengo ninguna necesidad de hacerte sentir mal, no me importas ahora y tampoco volveremos a estar juntos, yo estoy saliendo con alguien y él realmente me quiere, me ha hecho muy fiel siendo que aún no somos novios pero pronto eso cambiará así que, chittaphon, te disculpo por lo que pasó, estoy bien sin ti.— mintió sonriéndole con total confianza. — ahora vete, porque estoy entiendo que no tienes ningún tipo de explicaciones que darme.— sentenció.
ten se acercó a ella a pesar de que (t/n) retrocedía, pero sintió su espalda tocar la pared, no tenía escapatoria, tendría que escuchar la versión de su ex novio, siempre se había visto muy atrapada en la relación, era demasiado sumisa y ten sabía como sacarle provecho aquello.
— tú fuiste el perfecto clavel que con mis acciones marchité, siempre haz sido paz en mi vida, tú podrías pedirme que crucé mares o afronte mis miedos y lo haría sin dudarlo, fui un imbécil, de los peores. jamás te mereciste todo la decepción que te cause.— hizo una pausa, el frío lo estaba matando.— es complejo para mi no tenerte a mi lado porque después del trabajo, después del cansancio tú estabas para mi, siempre lo estuviste.— dijo con calma, alzó su mano con cuidado esperando tocar la mejilla de (t/n).
— tú solo extrañas el que siempre te preparaba todo, yo te atendía como un maldito rey, te daba lo que siempre estaba a mi alcance pero luego te cansabas de fingir el noviazgo perfecto y te ibas con las demás.— respondió enojada, agarró de inmediato la mano de ten para alejarla de su rostro.
— ¡no!, no extraño eso en particular, tu perfume está impregnado en mi cama y es tan complejo levantarme por las mañanas sabiendo que no estarás a mi lado.— bajó los brazos agotado por la situación, el cansancio mental le estaba ganando.— te amo y soy un tonto en no darme cuenta antes, no haberte cuidado mucho mejor pero debes tener claro que ese estúpido muchacho nunca podría hacerte sentir lo que yo hacía.— apretó sus puños a su lado y se alejó un poco más.— él nunca va a poder hacerte sentir tan enamorada como yo.— pasó su mano por el cabello húmedo.— no sabrá ni siquiera como satisfacerte, no podrá cumplir ninguna expectativa porque todo lo haz hecho conmigo.— se apuntó a si mismo intentando convencerla.— sé que aún me quieres, si todavía me amas como antes, dame una oportunidad, sólo una, es todo lo que necesito, salvemos nuestra relación.—
se quedó esperando a que su ex novia le dijera algo, la habitación se había quedado en silencio y eso lo hizo sentir mal, no había vuelta, se dió cuenta que era muy tarde para todas las disculpas mencionadas, asintió lento, debía acostumbrarse ya a verla con otro, esperaba en algún momento olvidar sus caricias y el olor de perfume fino. se giró para poder marcharse de la casa, necesitaba una ducha caliente y meterse a la cama a llorar, pero tal vez eso no sucedería no cuando (t/n) lo había detenido, a ella también le temblaban las manos y no por el frío, sino porque luchaba contra sí misma, no podía simplemente dejarlo ir, una oportunidad no estaría mal.
acercó a ten a su cuerpo, él estaba confundido, las dudas se fueron al sentir los labios de ella sobre los suyos, la desesperación se hizo presente y no aguantaron mucho para profundizar el beso, los brazos del muchacho se enrollaron alrededor de su cintura, abrazándola y sintiéndola más cerca, había deseado eso cada noche desde que terminaron, le acarició con cuidado y volvió a dejarle un casto beso sonriendo.
— prometo hacer las cosas bien, intentaré no fallar ésta vez porque sé que es la última, te haré sentir como la reina que eres, mi amor.— murmuró ten con suavidad, acarició la espalda baja de su chica con cuidado, se inclinó con cuidado chocando sus frente y rozaron sus labios con deseo.
— entonces hazlo, ten, por favor hazme sentir mucho mejor.— le dijo con tono bajo, él asintió de inmediato y ella con delicadeza lo llevó hasta la sala, lo empujó para que se sentara en el sofá.
se sentó en el regazo del muchacho que ahora el frío de su cuerpo se estaba volviendo en una sofocante calentura, mordió su labio inferior al removerse encima y rozando ambas intimidades, el bulto escondido en el pantalón de ten estaba creciendo y la humedad en la vagina de (t/n) era cada vez más abundante, no soportaron mucho hasta que por fin decidieron acabar con los roces y empezar a desnudarse, la chaqueta y camiseta de él estaban en el suelo, ya nada importaba más que tener una maravillosa reconciliación. las expertas manos del muchacho recorrían su cintura y muslos, de vez en cuando daba unos suaves apretones que principalmente eran para evitar gemidos cuando ella le estaba repartiendo besos mojados por todo su cuello y pecho, le quitó la holgada camiseta de pijama a la fémina y la dejó a un lado del sofá, para su suerte, no llevaba ningún sostén debajo de la ropa, había extrañado tanto la sensación de tocar que no espero mucho para inclinarse y llevarse con prisa uno de los pezones a su boca, la chica soltó un jadeo y cerró sus ojos, pidiendo más.
por supuesto que chittaphon le daría más.
no obstante, por ahora sólo haría lo que ella le mencionara, estaba a su merced, porque lo merecía y él necesitaba un castigo.
(t/n) se levantó con cuidado de su regazo para colocar la mesa de centro un poco más al costado, ganando espacio en la habitación, se arrodilló frente a él sonriendo y sus pequeñas manos desataron el cinturón de cuero negro, deslizó la cremallera metálica, el muchacho la ayudó a bajar sus pantalones hasta los tobillos, la ropa estaba estorbando tanto que hasta se sintió demasiado ansioso, mordió su labio inferior renegando los gemidos que le provocaban las acaricias en su miembro que a los segundos fue liberado, así que la chica llevó su pulgar hasta la punta de la longitud, presionando y haciendo círculos en la zona, relamió sus labios y lo introdujo en su boca, lo chupó con rapidez, pasó sus manos por los testículos masajeándolos lentamente. chittaphon gemía y cerraba sus ojos por unos segundos, la sensación en su abdomen era esplendida.
(t/n) lamió la punta quitando el resto del poco liquido espeso que salía, ambos gimieron al mismo tiempo, ella continuó chupando con algo de rapidez, su cabeza iba y venía con una frecuencia que aumentaba cada vez más, sin embargo ten prefirió simplemente quitarla de entre sus piernas, sabía muy bien que no iba a durar mucho más, la agarró del brazo con cuidado  levantándola del suelo.
acarició los muslos de la muchacha, besó sus labios con algo de prisa y luego la sentó en su regazo, posicionó sus piernas a los costados de las de él. entonces tomó su pene entre sus manos para delinear la entrada de la contraria, que intentó apretar un poco sus muslos pero fue impedido ya que de inmediato el tailandés hundió su pene en el estrecho interior. sus manos ahora subieron hasta la cadera de la fémina, afirmándose y presionándola en su contra.
— oh, bebé, sigues igual de maravillosa que siempre, venga muévete para mi.— susurró con la voz algo agitada, sus manos la deleitaban dándole acaricias y algunos azotes en su firme trasero.
los pechos de la muchacha rebotaban con fuerza cerca del rostro de ten, que fue totalmente necesario acercarse para agarrar de nuevo uno de ellos y así llevárselo a la boca, lamió sus pezones dejándolos totalmente húmedos y endurecidos, (t/n) tenía en serio muy claro que ningún chico la haría sentir como él y no sólo por el alto placer, sino por la confianza y calidez que siempre le brindaba en el acto también, ella quería volver a confiar pero eso no iba a depender de sí misma.
ambos estaban con sus respiraciones muy agitadas a tal punto que (t/n) ya apoyaba la cabeza en el hombro de chittaphon agotada, así que él aprovecho para tomarla de las caderas, colocarla de forma fija y embestirla con dureza hasta que el orgasmo llegó a sus cuerpos.
— ¡oh mierda!.— gritó levemente la chica seguido del grueso jadeo de ten que se escapó de sus labios, dejó de moverse aún teniendo la longitud dentro de sí, sin embargo el exceso de semen estaba saliendo con lentitud de su interior.— eso estuvo muy bien.— susurró mientras colocaba sus manos en el pecho desnudo de su hombre, regulando su respiración.
— estuvo demasiado bien, eres maravillosa, mi amor, perdóname por todo.— susurró con las manos en las mejillas de (t/n), le robó un corto beso en los labios sonriendo e hizo que se levantaran del sofá con cuidado, intentando no ensuciar nada.— tomemos una ducha y descansemos, no quiero estar lejos de ti nunca más.— dijo tomándole de la mano y entrelazando sus dedos.
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dekuscrybaby · 4 years
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dancing bachata with him
pairing(s): iwaizumi x reader, nishinoya x reader, bokuto x reader, yamaguchi x reader, tendou x reader, oikawa x reader (all separate)
requested: no; just self-indulgent writing and i wanted a reason to listen to bachata
word count: 2.6k+ words
warnings: slight manga spoiler (timeskip)!! wrote this as gn as i could, but thought of a f!reader when i wrote it, sorry if i offend anyone. dancing gets steamy and suggestive. mentions and implications of sex, not proofread at all
a/n: i added some songs that i felt vibed with the character so feel free to listen to them if you want. gets repetitive at one point. this is also my second time trying to post this so uhhhhh apologies 
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iwaizumi:
the birthday boy!!
so this man, i just know he knows how to dance bachata
i mean he went to uni in california, there’s a ton of hispanics and latinos there bro
i know for a fact he befriended one of them and by default, he was dragged to a party at one point
which is exactly where you are right now
you and iwa were invited to a mutual friend’s little sisters quince
so, you’re both sitting at a table as the music is roaring through the sound system
the moment iwa hears romeo santo’s voice begin to ring through the room, he’s instantly standing up, stretching his hand to you
propuesta indecente or odio vibe mega hard with this man
“let’s go”
“go where?” you asked, not really expecting iwaizumi to be into dancing
“dance, of course. unless you don’t want to?” a nervous expression was on his face now.
“you know how to dance to this type of music?”
“of course i do, i’m what you call cultured”
so you take his hand and walk onto the dance floor with him
you kinda know the basics of the dance style so you’re not too nervous when you get into your own space of the dance floor 
he put his hands in front of his body, a hint for you take them as he slowly began to lead you in the dance
you both kept your distance at first and you couldn’t help but admire the sensual way his body was moving 
you both moved in accordance to the songs beat before he pulled a quick on you
he intertwined your fingers on one hand and allowed his other hand to travel down your waist
feeling extra confident in himself, he pulled you into his body and slotted one of his thighs between your own
not stopping your movements whatsoever
“wasn’t that awfully smooth of you, mr. iwaizumi?”
“you already know it. gotta keep you on your toes, no?” 
to which you laugh at bc being with him is already a treat in itself 
definitely has you wrap both your arms around his neck so you can be closer
he has one arm hanging lowly your waist while the other sneakily settles onto your upper thigh
very smooth and touchy man
iwa makes sure to hold you so incredibly close while smoothly maneuvers you both across your little spot on the floor
he definitely spins you when he finds it necessary
would for sure end up kissing you during a song
maybe a cheesy ass dip at the end, even if doesn’t seem to fit the song
all in all, 1000000/10 dance partner
would let him maneuver me any way he wants 
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nishinoya:
this is gonna be so self-indulgent so apologizes beforehand
so, in my head, noya travels the world a lot
and he’s a latin/hispanic king in the eyes of many so yes he’s visited various of these countries. you go along with him too ofc
and yes, he can dance bachata and various other dance styles 
unlike iwa, he’s a lot intimate about this bc he’s the ultimate simp
he’d do anything to have your body pressed tightly against his own
especially if you’re wearing something irresistible 
also unlike iwa, he vibes best with prince royce bc in my head they’re both like more upbeat and wholesome? idk if that makes sense but it does in my head
def incondicional or darte un beso vibes
BUT if he’s feeling frisky that night, definitely see te robaré
mans would not ask you if you want to dance
he’d DRAG you out to dance
strong believer that it’d be a good first for your relationship bucket list
“yuu, where are we going?”
“to dance, duh.”
“you didn’t even ask me though…”
“don’t have to! i know you’ll love it.”
“love what?”
“this.” he instantly pulls you into his body, wide smirk on his face 
there’s virtually no space between you two
can’t even slip a piece of paper between you two
your breath hitches at the close proximity, you can feel his breath against the shell of your ear
who knew noya could be this smooth?
your mind is definitely thinking of other activities but you come back to earth when he begins to dance to the beat
one, two, three, (four)
one, two, three, (four)
he makes sure to keep you in beat
while also making sure he can feel every ridge of your body on his own
your arms are wrapped loosely around his neck
has his around your waist
he likes sneaking playful gropes in your ass or even waist if he wants to be more innocent 
mans is touchy touchy, that’s the way to describe him easily
LOVES to spin you and also loves to be spun 
your full body is in motion with this man and you’re not going in just one direction, you’re moving every which way (very organized tho)
sneaks in kisses between spins
also an amazing partner and bc i am an extra simp for this libero i rate him a 10000000/10
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bokuto:
also an honorary member of the hispanic/latino community
very very cultured man
he plays pro volleyball so he’s bound to travel to other countries
honestly, he’s never practiced bachata with a partner 
he has seen people do it though so he has a very general idea of how to dance it
bokuto is currently on an away game on a different country and he flew you out 
simp, you know?
you guys went to a club, destress a little and just let loose 
definitely vibes with monchy & alexandria bc the vibes are immaculate, especially on hoje en blanco and dos locos
anything that’s fast-paced and all-around energetic is perfect for mr. bokuto
also does not ask you to dance
but instead of just dragging you, he pleads for you with his eyes
puppy dogs before glancing between you and the pile of bodies dancing
you HAVE to take the hint or else he’ll be really bummed out
bokuto: 🥺👀🥺
you: ???
bokuto, in bold: 🥺👀🥺
you sigh at this, “kou, would you like to go dance?”
”i thought you’d never ask, babe! c’mon let’s go!” he’s literally beaming
you’re dragged away right after that
similarly to noya, he loves having your body pressed to his
but bc he’s not as experienced, he keeps you at a safe distance so he doesn’t accidentally step on you or something
that changes once he gets more confident
or when he sees a couple do something he wants to try with you
also loves to spin you
loves pressing your back to his chest and dancing like that for a bit before spinning you back around so he can see your pretty face
holding onto your hips and helping guide them just the way he likes
loves pressing his thigh between your own, might make you come closer so he can feel you better
also likes groping you, with consent ofc
sometimes he gets too distracted with the way you’re moving that he loses count of the beat and ends up messing up
part of the distraction would come from him smooching you anytime he please which makes you guys stumble a few times 
that’s okay though
he makes up for his mistakes in energy and enthusiasm 
how would i rank this man? hmm
1000/10 very fun to be around so he’s a very fun dance partner 
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yamaguchi:
hate to say it but mans does not know how to dance bachata
sorry yamaguchi stans, just had to to say 
man works in electronics!!!
hardly goes out as it is
but you eventually get him to leave the house every once in a while
one of those times being rn, at a co-worker’s party 
you honestly can’t remember what it’s for but there’s loud music playing 
also gives me prince royce vibes but like,,, early prince royce, ya dig?
i’m talking corazón sin cara and even soy el mismo bc bro y’all are soft
you’d have to take the lead with him for the first few minutes of the song 
maybe seconds bc he’s a quick learner, especially if he’s observing 
this man is the only one who’d actually ask you to dance before even trying to drag you out of your seat
he looks at you with these cute eyes bc man is love in with you
“do you wanna go dance? this song looks like fun.”
“ashi, do you know how to dance this type of song?”
“well, no, but i want to try with you. do you want to?”
who are you to say no?
so unlike the other three, he’s a lot sweeter and maybe even shy while you’re dancing
idk if y’all know but he’s basically a little kid trying to dance with you
you guys keep like an arms distance and probably do not get much closer 
you guys do move your arms around and bring them a tad bit closer to spice things up
but otherwise, you guys won’t get too close, especially bc this is his first time dancing bro bachata
lots of soft gazes
he looks at you like you’re the only person in the world and that shit’s cute
loves complimenting you as you’re both dancing
all in all it’s just a pure moment, nothing too spicy for the first time around or second for that matter
10/10 dance partner, learns quickly but still not too confident in himself 
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tendou:
KING!! HE IS THE MAN IVE BEEN SIMPING OVER FOR A WHILE
cheeky mf would be so good at this
does he know how to dance it?
no
but he’s the fastest learner and also very very sensual with these sort of thing so he’s amazing
idk what he does as a profession but he’s still the same person from high school, just a tad more professional in the workplace
gives me the fattest aventura vibes (if you haven’t realized i don’t know much about bachata, murder me)
obsesión and el malo vibe or maybe even los infieles
very similar to iwaizumi and his way of dancing bachata 
but less smooth and more cheeky
very very cheeky
“baby, let’s go dance”
“yeah, give me a min-“
you do not get a minute, his big hand is already instantly wrapping around your arm to pull you up
“tori, do you even know how to dance to this?”
he laughs, “no, i’m smooth but not that smooth.”
you’re left a little confused but the moment he pulls you in tightly, your worries disappear
“just follow my lead,” he whispers in a seductive voice
he places on hand on your waist and the other holding yours just at your waist level
he instantly slots his thigh between your own and leads you guys through your spot on the floor
loves when you pop your hip to the beat
as every moment passes, he pulls you closer and closer
to the point where all you can breathe is his cologne and the alcohol in his breath
might lean down to press a few teasing kisses to your neck
mans might even grind his crotch down on your thigh
he wants to leave you as flustered as possible 
was this a plan for him to take you back home so he could ravage your body? maybe, but he won’t admit, that’s the fun in it
also loves to spin you but he does it outward so he can catch a full look of how you’re dressed
bites his lip when he sees you enjoying himself
ceo of dirty compliments in your ear as you’re both dancing
LOVES LOVES LOVES seeing your flustered face as you guys are so so so close
he’d for sure try and start a makeout session in the middle of the song
something about the passionate atmosphere between all the couples, really gets him going
also sneaks in gropes along with the grinding
once he realizes how much he loves dancing to this music, he wants to go out and do it more 
rate for this man? 
100000000000/10 broke the scale plenty of times 
i want to be his dance partner, please 😔😔
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oikawa:
HE LIVES IN ARGENTINA 
HE KNOWS ALL ABOUT ARGENTINIAN CULTURE AND AND OTHER HISPANIC/LATIN COUNTRIES
YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE
anyway, he takes you guys to a bar as well
you’re visiting him so he has to show you the best parts of the country and this is the end of your day
the spanish music blaring through the speakers gets him in such a great mood bc he wants to have his own little spanish opera moment with you
also gives me aventura vibes but the lighter more romantic music of it
very playful with it
def un beso and dile al amor or even ella y yo if he wants to get spicy with it (even if it’s like a mix of reggaetón and bachata, maybe pop, idk i’m whitewashed 😔)
“my love, do you want to go and dance with me? i love this song.”
“since when do you dance, tooru?” you tease him
“i’ve been a cultured man since i’ve landed in this beautiful country”
“really now?”
“yeah, would you like a demonstration, y/n/n?”
YOU CANNOT SAY NO TO HIM
especially not when he’s looking down at you with this smug grin on his face
does things to you, ngl 
he pulls you up and instantly wraps an arm around your waist as he leads you towards the dance floor
he knows how to dance so he instantly rests his hand on your lower back 
takes the lead without telling you, you have to have faith him and his skills
sways you both PERFECTLY in beat
his other hand is at his side but he is not stuff at all
his body is loose with it, just the way it should be
asks you to wrap your arms around his neck maybe even asks you to hold onto his cheek and give him a smooch
has you giggling the entire time bc he’s such a dork but he’s your dork
 SPANISH SPANISH SPANISH
he sings the lyrics to you in such a quiet voice just for you two to hear
he has an accent when he’s singing bc it’s like his third language but it’s still the cutest thing ever 
also loves praising you in spanish or even giving you spanish nicknames
“te miras tan hermosa, bailando conmigo así, mi amor.” 
you either know what it means or you don’t 
if you do, you’ll blush and come up with an equally cute spanish compliment
“gracias, mi rey. te vas tan chulo debajo de esta luz.” (thank you, my king. you look so good/cool underneath this lighting)
or you don’t have a clue what he said but he said in such a low tone that you assume he said something nice
“i said that you look so gorgeous, dancing with me like this, my love.” he laughs at the lost expression on your face
his laugh is contagious so you end up laughing as well before leaning in to connect your lips, as the song begins to dwindle down 
also enjoys twirling you about when it’s appropriate, adds in to the giggly fun part of him as a dance partner
now, i’m not a simp for oikawa but i would simp for him over him if he offered to be my dance partner 
i rate him a 100000/10 for a dance partner
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pearlsephoni · 3 years
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Barre None
Can also be read on AO3!
Rating: T
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pairing: Zutara (Zuko/Katara)
Characters: Katara, Zuko, Suki, Piandao (v. briefly)
Summary: Katara hated the idea of being a cliche. The last thing she wanted to do was fall for her co-star. But with a partner like Zuko, perhaps she was doomed from the start. 
A/N: Written for Day 3 of Zutara Fanwork Appreciation Week: Fanart. Inspired by @ourgraciousqueen‘s beautiful Ballet Zutara sketches and @unidentifiedspoon‘s stunning Katara and Zuko dancebending animations.  I also borrowed heavily from the Royal Oprah House’s production of Romeo and Juliet, specifically the choreography of the Balcony Pas de Deux, which pops up a bunch in this lol don’t cancel me More Author’s Notes can be seen on AO3!
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Katara wasn’t afraid of being in a starring role. She was nervous, yes, but she was mostly thrilled. She had spent her three years of college with the student ballet troupe, and she’d expected to have to wait until her senior year to get a solo, much less a lead role. Funnily enough, the senior who would have had the lead, Suki, was the lead choreographer, and has actually been the one to suggest Katara for the role. 
She wasn’t even nervous for the pas de deux, even though it would be her first time being a part of one. 
No, there were only two things that scared her about this year’s show: the show was Romeo and Juliet, and the Romeo to her Juliet would be...Zuko. 
To be fair to the first-year grad student, he seemed just as startled by the news as she felt. Katara got to the first rehearsal early, just in time to overhear a conversation between her co-star and their director. “Uh...are you sure you want me as Romeo?” 
“If we weren’t sure,” Director Piandao said with a wry smile, “we wouldn’t have cast you.” 
“I...right. I mean, thank you, I’m...I’m honored.” 
Katara couldn’t be sure if the raspiness in his voice was from nerves or Zuko just...being Zuko. Awkward, quiet, intimidating Zuko. 
This would be fine. Just fine. 
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She wasn’t fine. 
Zuko was a brilliant dancer. Piandao wouldn’t have cast him as Romeo if he wasn’t. And while he was reserved and awkward in daily life, all that seemed to fall away when he performed. When his back straightened, the omnipresent weight on his shoulders disappeared, and his eyes brightened into stars. Offstage, his smiles were rare, but onstage, they came easily. Happiness, pleading, grief, anger, it all looked unnervingly natural and real on him, as though all the emotions he held back burst forth through his characters. 
Katara had known all this. She had seen him perform. But she hadn’t ever seen him perform at her. She’d prided herself on her own performance and dance and acting abilities, but when she performed with Zuko, she found herself reacting naturally to him and the achingly real love and longing that lit up his gold eyes. Her heart seemed to skip a beat every time the choreography and direction called for them to gaze into each other’s eyes. 
And then the dancing...she’d heard how easy a pas de deux could be with the right partner, but that still didn’t prepare her for how natural it would feel. Any worries she had about being able to trust in Zuko to catch her and lift her and support her were gone by the end of the first rehearsal. Even Piandao looked surprised at how quickly they were able to learn together. They were able to put the first several counts of the Balcony Pas de Deux to music by the end of their first rehearsal with just the two of them. The lifts were complicated, but Zuko seemed to know just the right place to hold her, and Katara knew just how to drape herself over him, just how much to leap to him and make the lifts easier for him. 
The last counts that they had learned that day ended with Zuko kneeling, hands holding onto Katara’s waist as she rose into an arabesque. When the music turned off, Katara stepped down from en pointe, but she stepped further into Zuko’s hands, inadvertently bringing their faces closer to each other. Her breath caught in her throat, and she saw Zuko’s eyes widen, a rosy hue rising to his cheeks. 
The sound of a throat clearing jerked their attention back to Piandao, who watched them with a mix of amusement and...something else. “Well, and here you were both so worried. It’s been a while since I’ve directed a pair of dancers who work together so well.” 
Katara looked back at Zuko to share a smile, but that just reminded them of their close proximity. “Oh!” she gasped, stepping back and out of his hands. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to...sorry.” 
“It’s...it’s ok.” He was still kneeling, and he didn’t get to his feet until after he stared at her for an extra moment, as though trying to puzzle something out about her. “Director Piandao’s right...I, um...I really enjoy dancing with you.” 
“...Me, too.” His compliment settled warm like an ember in her chest, at odds with the feeling of sparkling giddiness she could feel bubbling through her. Oh no...that can’t be good. 
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Weeks of rehearsal passed. The show was quickly coming together, the set builders and stage crew had begun pulling together plans for the set and lighting and sound design, and everything was chugging along right on schedule. 
But Katara felt wretched. The weeks of rehearsal meant weeks of dancing with Zuko, and spending time with Zuko, and getting to know Zuko. One day, after a weekend afternoon rehearsal, he mentioned his uncle owning a bubble tea shop, a fact that piqued Katara’s curiosity. He invited her along, and that was how she ended up getting to know Zuko’s Uncle Iroh, tea connoisseur and loving father figure. After that, they somehow fell into a routine of working on homework at the tea shop before or after rehearsal, and lingering for a bit longer to just...chat, after their work was done. 
The more Katara got to know Zuko, the more she learned what a kind, hardworking, and earnest man he was...and the more she began to like him. Really like him. To the point where she wished she could dance Juliet’s choreography without being Juliet, just let her growing affections for her dance partner shine through. 
Matters got worse when Suki let them know it was time to choreograph the kissing. It wasn’t much, just one in a couple of scenes. A small part of Katara almost wished there were more kisses, if only so that she stood a chance to maybe get used to kissing Zuko (and maybe, just a little bit, so she could have an extra excuse to kiss him). 
The sprinkling of choreographed kisses meant she had plenty of time to anticipate each one, her heart leaping into her throat the moment Zuko began taking Romeo’s steps towards her. The first time they kissed, she nearly forgot the rest of the choreography, only remembering to move because of the guiding hands at her waist. 
Suki and Piandao blessedly didn’t notice the cause of her distraction, but they were both too sharp to not realize something was going on. 
“Is everything ok?” 
Katara jumped from where she was crouched by her bag. “Suki! Hi! I’m doing alright, why?” 
“It’s just...you seem like you’ve been having a hard time with some of the choreography, and you were doing so well...I wasn’t sure if there was something you wanted to change, or if there was something else I could do to help?” 
“Oh, Suki, I’m so sorry.” Guilt tasted sour in Katara’s mouth - here she was, an underclassman given the chance to star in such an iconic role, and she was messing it all up because of a guy. “I’m ok, I just...I just need to get more practice, I think?” 
“Do you want us to reserve the studio for you and Zuko sometime this week?” 
“That’d be great, thank you! Oh! But Suki?” 
“Yeah?” 
“Please don’t tell Zuko. I’m the one messing up, I’ll be the one to figure this out.” 
“...Sure, Katara.” 
It was her own fault, really, for thinking it would be that easy. 
She didn’t even have it in her to be surprised when she ran into Zuko at the studio. “...Did Suki snitch on me?” 
Zuko’s eyes were lined with concern, but he couldn’t help letting out a small cough of laughter at Katara’s dull words. “Don’t get upset with her. She mentioned she would be reserving a studio for you, but I was the one who asked for the time and day.” When Katara didn’t show any sign of being swayed by his explanation, he tried again. “We don’t have to practice together for the whole time, I can stay out of your way and get some solo practice in, but...y’know, if you wanted to go over the pas de deux altogether...I could be there for you.” 
Either her crush was making her soft or those gold eyes were more than effective in their entreaty, but either way, she couldn’t bring herself to say no. Zuko stayed true to his word - he stayed out of her way, quietly warming up by himself before stretching on the floor by the mirror, keeping himself limber for whenever Katara asked him to join. 
It didn’t take very long. There was only so much she could do by herself to work on a pas de deux. At some point, she just felt ridiculous, holding onto an invisible hand or compensating for the lack of support with a half-heart arabesque and pirouette, when her perfectly-willing partner was right there. He brightened up visibly when she sheepishly beckoned him, and wasted no time in getting to her side. “From the top, then?” 
Katara felt herself re-entering the performance sweet spot she always loved, where she could let herself get carried by the music and choreography while still feeling grounded and remembering to actually act and perform. And for the first time in a while, she felt good in Zuko’s hands, her nerves at least temporarily leaving her to enjoy and trust in her partner. 
But nerves are a funny thing. For most of the pas de deux, Katara didn’t let herself get distracted by Zuko’s proximity, nor the intimacy of the way their fingers tangled together and his cheek pressed against her body and his lips brushed against her knuckles. Then, the moment he began taking those final steps towards her, all of her anxiety flooded back to her.
He’s not going to kiss me. Piandao and Suki aren’t here and he has no reason to kiss me without an audience-
Her internal reality check was interrupted by the very external feeling of Zuko’s lips against hers. She gasped against him, but when he began to move away, misunderstanding her gasp, she pressed forward, the rest of the choreography forgotten. She stayed en pointe, but only because it made it easier for her to drape her arms around his shoulders and press in close. His hands, which were supposed to hold onto her waist to support her, began to move up her back as he stepped forward, until he was supporting her with his body. 
This was not the stage kiss that Katara had gotten used to. He wasn’t forceful at all - his lips were careful and gentle - but they were also achingly tender, as though he were truly cherishing every touch of his lips to hers. They parted, but he never made a move to deepen the kiss, until Katara boldly swiped her tongue along his lower lip. It was his turn to gasp in surprise, but he was more than happy to keep up with her pace. 
When they separated, it was only because Katara’s legs couldn’t hold her up anymore, forcing her feet to flatten to the ground again. “Shoot,” she muttered, earning a soft laugh from Zuko. She couldn’t help looking up at him with a shy smile, not expecting his smile to fade into a guilty grimace. “Zuko-?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t- I shouldn’t have-“
“Why are you apologizing?”
“Because I kissed you...like...like that.”
“Zuko...I kissed you back. If I didn’t like it, I would’ve let you know.” 
That made him smile again, though his grin was wry. “...That’s true.” 
Katara felt like she was glowing with giddy bliss, but that faded when the complications of their positions caught up with her. “What...what now?” 
“What do you mean?” 
“The show is still a month away. I like you, Zuko...I like you a lot, honestly”-the surprised glee on his face nearly made her stop speaking, but she muscled through-“but I don’t want to risk...complicating...things.” She didn’t want to become the underclassman who was incapable of performing a romance without it becoming a real-life romance, and she certainly didn’t want to risk causing any drama with a backstage romance. 
Zuko’s face fell, but before she could try to clarify what she meant, he was nodding. “I understand...but I don’t want us to stop spending time together. I really, really like you, Katara. So much that I’d rather keep spending time with you as a friend than make things complicated for you.” 
“Really?” 
“Yeah, of course. The fact that you feel the same way about me is more than I’d ever hoped for. Knowing that will make any waiting easy.” 
Somehow, his reassurance and respect for her wishes suddenly made Katara want to push the boundaries a little more. “You don’t want to try and date in secret?” 
She wasn’t expecting his snort of response. “Director Piandao would sniff us out in no time. I’m pretty sure he already suspects something.” 
Well...he wasn’t wrong. 
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The month leading up to the show was the smoothest the ballet troupe had ever experienced. Somehow, the stars aligned and allowed all the sets to be built, all the lighting and sound effects to be set, and all the costumes to be adjusted to the performers with nary a technical difficulty in sight. As for the performers themselves, the choreography was smoothed into a perfect shine. The ensembles were synchronised, the lifts and leaps looked effortless, and everyone gushed over the chemistry between Katara and Zuko. 
And Katara was miserable. She had thought that getting all their feelings in the open would make the rest of the rehearsal process easier. But now that she’d gotten a taste of Zuko’s true kisses, his shy smiles and the way he brushed her curls behind her ear, she couldn’t seem to feel satisfied with their onstage romance. The sweet kisses that had made her blood sing in her veins now left her longing for something more, and his lovestruck visage as Romeo didn’t make her heart skip the way his blushes and embarrassed grimaces as Zuko did.
Not that anyone else noticed a difference. Zuko was as brilliant as ever, and Katara could only hope she was pushing herself enough to be a worthy partner to him. Judging by Piandao and Suki’s pleased smiles, and the words of encouragement from their castmates, it felt fair to guess that she was doing a pretty good job. 
And so the final month passed in a blur of rehearsals and “dates” to the Jasmine Dragon and her feelings for Zuko growing and growing until she thought she might burst with how much she cared for him. 
The weekend of performances that she was so excited for at the beginning of the semester had somehow become a part of that blissful, miserable blur, the final obstacle she had to clear. Among the cheering audiences, the glowing reviews from her loved ones, and busy rush of the performances, one moment in particular stood out to Katara: finding a single, snow white lily tucked into the side of her bag after their first performance. She had immediately tucked it into her braid, and was rewarded by a furiously blushing Zuko as the cast and crew left the building for their opening night dinner. 
Everyone was exhausted, but proud, when the weekend of performances was finally over. At their cast party, Suki passed a message from Piandao: there would be an informal class the following week to review how the performances went, and what they’d like to keep and fix in the process for their next show. There would be some simple warmups at the start and cool-downs at the end, for the sake of routine, but otherwise the optional meeting would be for the sake of review. 
Katara already knew she'd go. And when she caught Zuko’s eye and saw his smile, she knew he’d be there as well. After all, they had their own important conversation to have. 
When the day of the meeting came, she managed to get there a bit early, and was relieved to see Zuko already there, tugging his slippers on.
“Hey, Zuko?” 
“Yeah?” 
Oh, she hated this. Hated this feeling of being on uneven ground, the nerves and weird shyness and uncertainty bubbling through her. He likes you, you know he likes you. 
And yet. When those golden eyes landed on hers, and those lips curved into a genuine smile at the sight of her, she felt delirious with the disbelief of her own luck. Surely this was a fluke. Surely this handsome, talented, respected (though a bit awkward) guy had made a mistake in liking her. 
She shoved those thoughts away, and let a shy smile curve her lips. “I, um...I was wondering if you’d like to...if you’d like to dance with me?” 
“Really?” He sounded genuinely surprised, even a little shy. “I thought you’d be tired of dancing with me by now.” 
“Oh...are you tired of dancing with me?” 
“No!” His answer was immediate, making Katara blink in surprise. Zuko flushed, but he still shook his head resolutely. “No, I could never get tired of dancing with you. I just thought...with the show being over and all…” 
“With the show being over, I thought it’d be nice if we could just...dance as ourselves. No characters or story or anything, just...us.” 
Zuko’s blush deepened, and his smile widened. “I’d love to.” 
They stayed behind after their class. Theirs was the last class of the day, and they didn’t need to warm up before their “date” could properly begin. Katara did her best to ignore the knowing smiles of Piandao and their classmates when she lingered behind and took her time packing away her things. Piandao even made a point to leave the door unlocked behind him, something he’d never done before. By the time it was just the two of them in the studio, Zuko’s cheeks were red again, and Katara couldn’t hold back a giggle at the sight. 
“So...do you have anything in mind?” she asked him, her laugh still decorating her words. 
“Yeah, actually...you might hate me for this, but...I was wondering if you’d want to do the Balcony pas de deux?” 
“You have me in a studio all to yourself, and you want to do the same thing we’ve been doing for months already?” Katara teased, letting herself drift closer to him while grinning at how flustered she was making him. 
“It’s not- I mean- I just thought-” He caught the grin on her lips and frowned slightly when he realized she was teasing him, though his eyes glittered with amusement. When he spoke again, his words came a lot steadier. “It’s like what you said. I wanted to dance it with you one last time...not as Romeo and Juliet, but just...ourselves.” 
That made Katara go quiet. It was her turn to watch Zuko approach her, warmth traveling up her arm when he carefully took her hand and began tracing his thumb along her skin. She ducked her head to look at their hands, hoping she could hide the flush that had spread across her cheeks, before she quietly admitted, “I...I think, at some point, I was already dancing with you as...as myself.” 
“Oh…then...then show me.” 
Katara met his eyes again, and another wave of warmth washed over her at the small, understanding grin on his face. “Okay.” 
The music of the pas de deux felt like home, the familiar notes carrying her to her starting position like it was an instinct. Zuko’s smile as he joined her from the speakers told her he felt the same. But this time, his hands on her felt different somehow. They were still secure, but she felt a flex to them, as though Zuko wanted to press her closer than they already were. 
Small changes like that abounded throughout the number. Katara felt like she was floating through it, her practiced limbs carrying her through the choreography, but every so often, there was something just a little different - she didn’t run as far from Zuko, she let herself press against him, let herself hold his hands a moment longer. And he let himself do the same, pressing a kiss to her sternum when the choreography called for him to let his cheek rest against her chest, letting his lips ghost against her cheek when they came face-to-face, his fingers lingering on her body when it’s time for her to leave his hold. 
But most changed of all were his eyes. Where before, he had conveyed all the gleeful wonder of a boy falling instantly in love, he now looked like he couldn’t believe his impossible luck, like he couldn’t believe he was here, holding her, dancing with her. 
He...he was looking at her with adoration. Open, raw adoration that she’d never before seen directed at her. If she’d thought it was surreal to have his performance skill directed at her, his emotions now were making her breathless. 
When it came time for the kiss, Katara didn’t bother pressing up to be en pointe. Zuko took his choreographed steps towards her, but when his hands came to her waist again, she didn’t give him the chance to lift her onto her toes. Her arms were already around his neck, tugging him down to her, his surprised grunt smothered between their colliding lips. He thankfully, blessedly, wasn’t as shy about kissing her this time, his lips quickly parting on hers, inviting her to taste and feel and memorize every part of his kiss. Her hands set out to do the same to his body, his leotard making it easy for her to map his muscles and relish the way she could feel them jump under her fingertips. 
But it was a poor substitute for feeling his skin, and she didn’t realize she had started plucking at his leotard until he pulled away with a breathless laugh. “Maybe you should take me to dinner before you go that far?” 
Katara’s eyes widened, mortification coloring her cheeks a deep red. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize-” 
Zuko cut her off with a sweet kiss, immediately melting her panic away. “It’s ok, I wanted to do the same. But...would you? Like to go to dinner with me, sometime?” 
“As a date? An actual, more-than-friends date?” 
“Of course! I mean, only if...If that’s what you want.” 
She swore he was the only person who could get kissed within an inch of his life and still be so sweet and concerned about crossing boundaries. “Zuko, what I want is an excuse to keep seeing you and kissing you as much as possible. I like you so much, it’s almost embarrassing. Of course I’ll go to dinner with you.” 
Zuko’s smile was so sunny, so bright, so warm, that Katara was ready to promise him the world just to see that smile again. Thankfully, he was far more interested in getting more kisses than anything else, and she was more than happy to oblige.
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Qué estuve viendo #4
Este Qué estuve viendo es para los primeros 8 episodios de la temporada final de BoJack Horseman. 
Queda advertido: Todo lo que viene, desde ahora en adelante, es completamente CON SPOILERS de estos episodios, y de las primeras cinco temporadas. Si no ha visto esta temporada, deje de leer ahora mismo, vaya a Netflix, vea los 8 episodios, y después vuelva.
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BoJack Horseman (temporada 6, parte 1)
Lo dije y lo vuelvo a reiterar con orgullo: BoJack Horseman es uno de los mejores dramedys de la década que pasó. Una serie con la que he pasado risas, tristezas, momentos duros, escenas impactantes, pero lo más importante de todo, momentos que realmente se sienten humanos, más allá de que su protagonista sea un caballo que vive de las viejas glorias de su éxito. Y todo en código de relaciones personales, y en código de Hollywood. 
El final de la quinta temporada nos pone a BoJack (voz en idioma original de Will Arnett) finalmente pidiendo ayuda profesional para rehabilitarse de sus adicciones, y es Diane (voz en idioma original de Alison Brie) la que lo deja en un centro para ello. Ese es el contexto en el que se inicia la sexta y última temporada, con un BoJack aún en rehabilitación, sin tomar ni una sola gota de alcohol desde ese entonces. 
La temporada no parte con BoJack en el presente de la serie, sino que en la noche que murió Sarah Lynn, y de los eventos inmediatos posteriores a su muerte. La imagen del planetario, que fue la que presenciaron ella y BoJack, este último la tiene muy presente cuando ve alcohol, y es el gatillador para que él diga: “yo de esto no tomo”. Pero los vicios no tardan en aparecer, y el primer episodio es muestra de ello, cuando ya cuando tenemos a BoJack internado, se nos muestra que acompaña a una compañera del centro de rehabilitación a encontrarse con su novio, y que ella guarda una botella con vodka adentro como recordatorio de no caer en su vicio. A lo largo del camino, además de lo que hablé de Sarah Lynn, se nos muestra cual fue la relación que tuvo BoJack con el alcohol desde su niñez, dando a entender que su lucha no es una batalla fácil.
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BoJack ve estrellas en esa botella con vodka. Un recordatorio de lo que ya no puede ser. 
En los siguientes episodios también vemos en qué andan los otros cuatro personajes principales, que brevemente aparecen en el primer episodio en un hermoso split-screen mientras están al teléfono. Diane se muda a Chicago, al departamento de su compañero de ruta, un camarógrafo llamado Guy, para seguir su trabajo de periodista. Princess Carolyn (voz en idioma original de Amy Sedaris) lidia duro con los quehaceres de su trabajo en VIM, y haciéndose cargo de su erizo adoptado, mientras que en su departamento tenemos a un despreocupado Todd (voz en idioma original de Aaron Paul). Mr. Peanutbutter (voz en idioma original de Paul F. Tompkins), por su parte, le ocultó a su novia Pickles que la engañó con Diane, poniendo en peligro su próximo matrimonio.
Ni siquiera en el final la serie desentona. La secuencia inicial para esta última temporada nos muestra las sombras de BoJack, ilustrada en los personajes a los cuales ha hecho daño, y también a su madre Beatrice, cuya imagen pasa por transición de una cinta quemándose a su funeral, en el cual ya vimos el devastador monólogo de 25 minutos de su hijo en la temporada anterior. Todas estas sombras amenazan la nueva vida de BoJack, a lo que podría haberse sumado uno de los terapeutas que, por accidente, BoJack hizo que quedara borracho. Por fortuna, BoJack nos está demostrando a lo largo de esta temporada, que puede cambiar si se lo propone, sin la presencia de la vida autodestructiva que dejó muchos heridos en el camino.
Diane es, por su parte, la que tiene que lidiar fuertemente con la depresión. Luego de mudarse a Chicago, y de una fea experiencia con una investigación que él y su compañero pretendían hacer, ella se propone escribir sus memorias, solo para encontrarnos en un momento en el que, en su editor de texto, solo están las palabras “I am terrible” (Soy terrible) escritas una y otra vez. Y busca excusas cada vez que puede para evitar decir que no está haciendo lo que se propuso. Cuando BoJack la va a visitar, podemos dar cuenta de su desorden, y de cómo el caballo que desde prácticamente toda la serie lo hemos visto con depresión, le está devolviendo la mano.
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Es duro ser madre.
Princess Carolyn, al igual que en las temporadas anteriores, tiene su episodio en el cual se nos muestra su dura vida, pero ahora en este doble rol como productora y madre. Quizás esta serie no va a ser reconocida por la animación en el sentido de cómo están diseñados los personajes o como se mueven, pero por lo que sí va a ser reconocida, es en el sentido de usar la animación para representar enfermedades o condiciones mentales. Si ya tuvimos anteriormente la alucinación producto de las drogas, la vocecita en la cabeza que te dice que eres una porquería, o la brutal representación de la demencia, en esta temporada la condición que se muestra es el estrés crónico y la ansiedad que sufre ella, representado por los “clones” de ella que aparecen a medida que se las arregla para sobrevivir el día a día, acompañado del sonido de todas esas cosas sonando una y otra vez. Además, se examina la imagen de una “mujer empoderada” que a fin de cuentas más parece una autoimposición de una imagen, que un modo de vida saludable. 
En un hilarante pero incómodo episodio donde todos los invitados a la fiesta se las arreglan como pueden para no ser pillados, los espectadores somos testigos de la casi cancelación de la boda entre Mr. Peanutbutter y Pickles. Además del problema entre ellos que se venía arrastrando desde la temporada anterior, tenemos como protagonista a la poca autoestima que tiene Pickles, cuando en medio de su sufrimiento por enterarse de que su marido le fue infiel, les habla a sus seguidores en una red social bastante similar a Twitter, y les pregunta qué se debe poner para poder arrancar de la casa. 
Todd, por su parte, también tiene su episodio, en el que tiene una disputa con su papá, por el modo de vida que el primero tiene, y de cómo, a pesar de lo inepto que es, si se puede decir que él es privilegiado. Al menos en esta temporada, demuestra que se le puede confiar la responsabilidad de ser niñero del hijo adoptivo de Princess Caroyln.
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Diane, antes de volver (temporalmente) a Los Ángeles. 
Todo anda en marcha. BoJack sale del centro de rehabilitación, entra a Alcohólicos Anónimos, se reencuentra con la peluquera que trabajaba también en Horsin’ Around, y pretende iniciar una nueva vida, bastante cerca de su hermana Hollyhock. Pero cuando pensamos que todo va a seguir bien, el último episodio de la primera parte de la temporada, nos presenta a dos periodistas del The Hollywoo Reporter -entre nos, la periodista tiene un aire a la personaje de Jennifer Jason Leigh de The Hudsucker Proxy, lamento no tener referentes de los cuarenta, pero esto es lo más cercano que sé que tengo- que se proponen investigar el misterio en torno a la muerte de Sarah Lynn, y llegan también a seguirle el rastro a Penny, la hija de Charlotte que le costó a BoJack una ruptura de relación hace cuatro temporadas atrás. Para tirarle sal a la herida, aparecen Gina Cazador, la co-protagonista de Philbert, que BoJack estuvo “asi” de cerca de estrangular por el efecto de las drogas que consumía; y Kelsey, la directora de Secretariat, con un proyecto que podría ser el próximo éxito en Hollywoo. Y por si fuera poco, Margo Martindale haciendo su extraordinario rol de la Margo Martindale de BoJack, se escapa en un Alfa Romeo del convento de monjas en el que estaba. 
O sea, tiraron una bomba, con la cual se puede encender la mecha en cualquier momento. Y no necesitaron a ninguno de los cinco personajes principales para hacerlo, porque no aparecen en el episodio. Si eso no es construirme expectativas para saber lo que viene después, no sé lo que es. Raphael Bob-Waksberg, si sabes español y si me llegas a leer aunque sea por accidente: Tú y tu equipo me tenían en lo más alto de la montaña rusa, y por la cresta que se sintió el descenso.  
Independientemente del final de la serie, esta es una serie que era necesaria para los tiempos que corren ahora. Y dudo que otras series de su mismo tipo vayan a ocupar ese vacío que va a quedar. Netflix hizo un llamado “disservice” al terminar esta serie, y que como dije antes, este ya no es el Netflix que la puso en su servicio. 
Lo único que queda es disfrutar el final del camino. Me quedan ocho episodios para cerrar toda esta inyección de humanidad en formato serie, y no pienso maratonearlos. Son el tipo de episodios que hay que saborear de a poquito. Si voy a terminar esto, que sea a lo grande. No sé si a lo Todd, pero a lo grande al fin y al cabo. 
BoJack Horseman está disponible en Netflix.
Imagenes: TV Tropes, La Tercera, Fuera de Series, Chicago Tribune
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Baptism by Fire ---- 1971 War
     On 01 Nov, I reported to Maj P V Mithran, the Battery Commander of Romeo Battery. He extended a hearty welcome & introduced me to all the Jawans, specifically mentioning about my outstanding performance as winner of the Silver Gun at Deolali. He expressed the hope that I will prove to be a competent GPO and a long term asset in the Jat Balwan family. He advised me to get conversant with all drills on the 75 mm Howitzer and the technical work in the Command Post, within next one week. He nominated the Instructors who would conduct this on the job training. Then, we had the “ Take Post “ ceremony at the Gun, which signalled the start of my Induction training. It was so encouraging to begin this journey, in a scenario, where the entire Regiment was deployed for the operational role. 
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    All training was conducted within the perimeter of the Gun Position,  covering an area of 2 square km. Individual training was conducted for the first two hours & was followed by Collective training for the next two hours. It covered Gun Drill, Command Post work, Survey schemes & Driving and maintenance. Soon after lunch, all Officers & JCOs had classes on special subjects such as Fire Planning, Radio communication procedures, basic battle procedures of an Infantry Battalion & Terrain analysis of the likely area of operations. Soon after dinner, we practised deployment drills, both at the OP end & the Gun end. This methodology of training would contribute as a battle winning factor shortly. Despite this hectic schedule, I managed to find time to write letters to my parents & friends.Interestingly, letters had to be written on Red / Green coloured Forces letters & dispatched via FPO --- set up by Army Postal Service !!
   During my Induction training, I got an opportunity to observe the customs of my Jawans & understand their behaviour at the grassroots level. I had some difficulty in comprehending their JAT dialect initially but was able to forge a relationship gradually. I  found the JATs to be robust and competent while executing any task. They were voracious foodies & loved to prepare’ Halwa’, even in small groups. Meanwhile, my BC monitored the progress about my training and allowed me to fire the Gun for the first time.I felt thrilled when I pressed the firing lever of the Ranging Gun, while all the Gun detachments cheered in unison ---” Bol Kishan Bhagwan ki Jay.” I was permitted to continue firing throughout the Shoot, which was controlled by the OP officer, engaging the target which was 8 km away. At the end of this maiden experience, I distributed sweets to all the Jawans , as per the regimental custom.
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   Meanwhile, a special Force named Mukti Bahini, was created out of the Bengali population of erstwhile East Pakistan. This special force comprised of 25,000 conventional forces and 80,000 freedom fighters. It operated as a part of the operations conducted by Indian Armed Forces. In our sector of operations Mukti Bahini was utilized for guerilla operations for the Battle of Pachagarh. It was the first time when I performed the duties of GPO giving fire orders from the Command Post. This was also the first occasion when we were under shelling from enemy artillery guns. However, we had to continue firing our guns in retaliation after moving to alternate positions.  
   In the last week of November, the situation became critical. As we advanced the enemy retreated to occupy defensive positions after blowing up the bridges on the rivers/ canals. 98 Mountain Regiment was part of the thrust from north to south while there were similar thrusts into East Pakistan from easterly and westerly directions. On 03 December 1971, Pakistan launched a surprise air strike on our air bases right from Srinagar to Barmer. In immediate response, our Prime Minister, Mrs. Indira Gandhi announced on All India Radio “War has been forced on us”. Thus began the 1971 war. 
   Lt Col Chaturvedi, our CO held an urgent Sainik Sammelan and briefed us about the latest development. He also briefed us about the future plans for suitable response. All of us resolved that we will deliver the results to the best of our abilities and utmost of our capacities especially in this war situation. The very next day, we heard the news about the success achieved by Indian Navy who had sunk the Pakistani Submarine - PNS Ghazi of the coast of Vizag. 
   In our sector, our next objective was Thakurgaon which was very heavily defended. The planning for its capture was in progress by the higher commanders. At the gun position ,we were busy digging gun pits, weapon pits, command post and alternate positions which would prove their utility in the event of shelling. Our CO, BCs and OP officers evolved a detailed fire plan for the capture of Thakurgaon. These plans were sent to the Adjutant command post for further dissemination to each of the GPOs. We had to calculate the technical data and keep it ready for application on the guns. The capture of Thakurgaon was completed after two nights of intense battle. Major Virinder Kumar, who was our BC in this action, was later awarded the Sena Medal for his gallantry. 
   Our next objective was Dinajpur, which was another hard nut to crack. Similar preparations were carried out after we moved forward and deployed in a new gun position. It was equally essential to replenish the ammunition keeping in pace with the expenditure. This was done only during night. The attack was launched on Dinajpur which was captured after three nights. It was again another OP officer of our Regiment who proved his worth - Capt Prakash Chand who was later awarded the ‘Mention in Despatches’. However, two Jawans (L/NK Ran Singh and OPR Ram Chander) of his OP party were martyred. We were then ordered to move quickly towards Rangpur. This was achieved after crossing the rivers / tributaries en-route using pontoon bridges. Eventually, Rangpur garrison was surrounded by 14 Dec. 
   We learnt about the progress of operations along all the three thrusts which had converged very close to Dhaka. All India Radio announced about our successful amphibious landings at Cox’s Bazaar as well as a magnificent air drop at Tangail. These two surprise actions were a clear indication that the noose was tightening on Dhaka. Finally, on 16 Dec, the cease fire was declared bringing an end to the war in both Eastern and Western theatres. The main surrender ceremony was held in Dhaka where Lt Gen AAK Niazi, GOC in C, Pakistan Eastern Theatre surrendered along with 93,000 troops to Lt Gen JS Aurora, GOC in C, Eastern Command. It was indeed a decisive victory for India which resulted in the birth of Bangladesh. 
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    Similar surrender ceremony was held at Rangpur, where we were directly involved. It was a historic achievement for our Regiment, remembered forever, in our regimental history. Personally, I felt privileged to be baptised in the Jat Balwan family in this memorable manner. Hereafter, my course (38 NDA) earned the title “Born To Battle” Course. 
    In the midst of all this jubilation, there was a sombre feeling when I heard the news that Second Lieutenant Arun Khetarpal, my Coursemate ( 38th / Foxtrot ) had been martyred in the Battle of Basantar on the night of 15/16 December. He was the Troop Commander in 17 Poona Horse and displayed extreme gallantry in a skirmish with enemy tanks, even after his tank was hit by enemy tanks. His act of supreme sacrifice,  was honoured with the highest gallantry award --- the Param Vir Chakra !! The Drill Square in NDA has since been renamed as Khetarpal Parade Ground , as a mark of respect to the Bravest of the Braves !!!
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