#and with that music??? God I’m totally sold

[mayhw]

Star map inspired by Ahsoka’s ending credits

#you all have no idea how much I love those Star Wars maps #the circles planets lines designs catch my eyes so easily #I have one pattern tattooed on my arm inspired by Jedi Fallen Order art book cover #so when I first saw Ahsoka’s ending I was over the moon #and with that music??? God I’m totally sold #my art #ahsoka #star wars #purrgil #loth wolf #star map

[mockingkatniss]

NEED A RIDE? - drug dealer!Coriolanus Snow

18+ | nswf | mdni

warnings and tags: swearing, mention of drug dealing, smut, sloppy making out, multiple orgasms, blowjob, mention of gagging, body fluids, use of words like “wh0re” or “slu7”, specific body descriptions. BUZZCUT CORYO (little bit of a jump-scare for some of y’all) MODERN!AU, p in v sex, reader is just soft but not innocent, intese sex, porn without plot. (If I missed anything lmk).

(not proof read because I was tired, I will fix eventual errors <3)

summary: one particularly hot summer evening coryo sees you riding your bike while he’s driving he’s car around mindlessly and he ask you if you need a ride.

words count: 3.109k

Wanted to thank so so much @swiftiekisses because the drug dealer!coryo au it’s hers but she inspired me a lot and I also love so much her writing that I wanted to contribute with this fic! Also a big thanks to @euphemiaamillais because I’m literally addicted to what she writes and for inspirations for the drug dealer! au too! <3

enjoy and support me with a comment or a tiny heart! 💗🎀

coriolanus was driving by the quiet and deserted road of his god forsaken forgotten little town.

he hoped almost every morning to just wake up and found his rotten little city was torn down by some natural catastrophe.

he thought that dreams or ambitions couldn’t come true here. since his family lost everything due to his father's poor life choices, he was now stuck with poverty at 18 years and a cousin and grandmother to look after. more correctly just grandmother, since tigris left for college just the year prior.

to round some money he worked at the gas station, a literal hell hole in summer and plus coryo was sure he left part of his soul here, and sold some drugs to younger kids or kids his age at school or at parties but most of the times they directly came to the gas station.

if a drug had a name it was mostly probable that coryo had it to sell

that summer was cruel, sweat sticking to clothes and the asphalt so hot it could melt shoe soles, so cruel that coryo decided just two days ago to buzz his beautiful platinum curls off. the super short hair gave him a totally new appearance, he noticed that at the last party he went to sell, that mostly girls bought from him, stucking dollar bills inside his front jeans pocket and sometimes begging for a kiss or some good old make out. he accomplished and accepted that he was just extremely hot.

his car moaned underneath him as he drove, that old piece of garbage was still going on but coryo feared that someday he would be left walking.

it was 7:35 pm, his shift at the gas station over since sejanus plinth took his place for the night shift. sejanus was a nice kid, he was rich but decided to take another path just having shitty jobs during the summer like most teens even though for him it wasn't necessary having one. he didn’t sell drugs but he covered coryo so many times at school or at work so he was ok.

coryo had a small joint hanging from his lips as he drove, just one hand on the steering wheel and both the car’s windows opened since his ac was (obviously) broken, but even the air was heavy and warm that night.

miraculously the bluetooth radio was still working so he was listening to some trap rap music on his cracked up phone, the screen broken from everytime he made it fall while running away from cops or simply on the floor on a daily basis. as the music went on he thought about how the suggestion to listen to that genre of music came from clemensia e arachne at school, but it was nice for once not only listening to metal or punk rock.

while he took another hit from his joint something caught his eye on the road. it was a bike, someone was riding it and he probably knew who it could be.

the bike was faded pink with old stickers on it and you were riding it tiredly, legs sore and sweat sticking to your skin.

your tiny tight skirt was riding up a little showing some more of your thighs and coryo swore to god that he saw a glimpse of your pink panties.

sometimes you bought from him some weed and nothing more. you were a literal sunshine and at school you talked to everyone, being friendly and helpful. coryo still remembers how you helped him with physics the first year of highschool. you both were still young but nature obviously blessed you donating you such a sexy body.

he instantly felt his cock gently twitch into his jeans and he made the smoke from the joint exiting his nostrils in annoyance. don’t you get coryo wrong, he had sex and sure plenty of it but since the hot sticky summer he wasn’t feeling like it to just screw some girl even though he just needed to say the words. it was peculiar how his cock woke up just by seeing you.

he drove nearby you slowly to keep up with your velocity and you looked over to acknowledge the presence of a car and as you recognized the driver you smiled throughout puffed breaths from hotness and the riding.

coryo made a small smirk while pulling the joint away from his lips to talk. “hey bunny, need a ride?”. you slowly stopped your bike, tippy toes of your pink vans scratching on the asphalt. coryo stopped the car too and since the streets were dead he just got off his vehicle to look at you while positioning the almost finished joint on the car roof.

you panted lightly as you talked as you examined his presence. “it would be so nice coryo, I think I’m about to faint because of the heat”. he nodded understandingly with his head to the car behind him. “get on, I’ll get the bike” coryo thought he was going crazy when you got off the bike seat revealing more of your thighs. you collected your backpack and lifted yourself up on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek, strawberry lip gloss scent evident on his skin too now. “thank you coryo you’re my savior” you said before going to the opposite back of the car.

once the bike was fixed in the back he turned the car back on, securing his joint back around his lips once again while grabbing his lighter inside his jeans front pocket.

“where am I taking you?” he asked while lighting the joint to take a long drag before passing it to you. “I’m going to my dads house, it’s near the football field, 32nd house” you explained as coryo nodded knowing where it was since he spent much more time driving around in his free time than anything else. you also accepted the joint starting to smoke with relaxed muscles.

coryo looked over at you while driving, there was a peaceful silence. his elbow leaned outside the car’s window as his slim fingers tapped the steering wheel gently while driving. you noticed his rings decorating his fingers and his new buzz cut hair made his features even more sharp. you took three puffs from the joint handing him it back while caressing your naked thighs trying to pull down the miniskirt.

coryo savored till the last minute your lucid lips around the filter that he made, somehow the sweat made your skin warm and inviting, the blonde felt his cock twitch again and he fixed himself on the seat while trusting with his hips forward. he coughed a bit taking the last puff while tossing the dead joint outside the car. “how's it going in general?” you asked softly feeling already your head light but not too much, it was pleasant. “mh it’s ok, it’s too hot to work or to do anything else, I just want winter back” coryo explained briefly, voice slightly rough from smoking. you chuckled while leaning over to him to pinch his cheek softly. “awww snow wants his snow back doesn’t he?” coryo smiled while looking over to her, instinctively he turned over his face to scratch your fingers with his teeth playfully as you kept messing with him. “by the way, you look good today, bunny, but riding that bike with just this tiny skirt? a little bit dangerous don’t you think?” he asked while gripping the steering wheel with both hands. “how is it dangerous? riding my bike won’t stop me” you felt like wanting to touch him so much, so you placed your hand on his thigh. coryo was one of the hottest boys at school and his reputation made him even hotter and you were a total slut for bad boys.

at your gesture he stiffened a bit looking down at you delicately manicured hand and you kept caressing him going higher and higher but stopping just before his crotch. “can’t keep your hands to yourself now?” he tried to be ironic but just your presence had made him incredibly hard and it was difficult to not stop the car and fuck you in the back seats, your pretty head pressed into the plush of the seats. “maybe I don’t want to keep them to myself” you shrugged while pulling away your hand as he stopped the car in front of your dads house.

he exited the car while trying to hide his hard on while pulling his jeans around to crotch to fix the situation but nothing was effective. coryo pulled your bike outside the back of his car and you thanked him again while kissing his cheek but making the kiss longer. he sighed with a smirk while placing his big warm hand on your hips. you caressed his chest while looking up at him, a small pout on your lips. “you’re busy?” you asked, your long lashes batting at him inviting. “mmh no bunny, i’ll probably just go home, smoke again and collapse on my bed” his thumbs caressed your exposed skin just a little bit above your skirt. “why don’t you come inside? my dads busy he won’t be home till tomorrow noon” you swayed your hips a bit with pleading eyes. “fuck bunny you’re truly tempting but-“ you interrupted him while taking his hand, pulling him towards the house. coryo gave in, closing the car with his keys by distance and following you inside. you were making him feral with your temptations and soft eyes.

thank god the house had an ac so it was cooler inside. you tossed your shoes away together with your backpack and went to the kitchen to collect some water for you both and coryo looked around noticing how the house was elegant and well kept.

he slipped off his beaten up black combat boots and just sat on the big couch. he almost sunk inside it, noticing it was a water couch and smirked as dirty thoughts filled his head.

“the water couch is amazing isn’t it?” you giggled while handing him a glass of water while bouncing next to him making the couch move in small waves. “yeah pretty comfortable” he said as he leaned the glass to his lips not looking away from you for any second.

you then smiled mischievously while slipping down the couch, your knees sinking in the soft fluffy carpet. you positioned yourself between his legs while going for the zipper of his pants pulling it down with pure eyes. coryo almost choked on his water as he looked at you with pleased eyes and a big smirk on his lips. “what the fuck are you doing bunny?” he breathed out a laugh as you tried to pull down his pants together with his boxers. “I want to suck you off so bad so lift up your butt now” your tone was playful and demanding and he did as you said making you able to pull his jeans and boxers down making his pink cock sprung to life. it leaned against his tummy perfectly. “what did I do to deserve something like this without even asking?” he placed his hands behind his head pushing his hips up so he could sink more into the water couch. “nothing special but you’re fucking hot and I can’t wait anymore,” you paused to spit on his tip gently while pushing some curls behind your ears. “and I just know you’re good at selling as you’re good at fucking” you giggled while finally gripping his base. “I knew you were big, shit” you were already fantasizing about taking him deep and hard inside your cunt. “you knew?” coryo laughed again but his breath was getting ragged slightly.

you just didn’t respond, kitten licking his tip and collecting precum as you looked up at him. he bit his bottom lip harshly to just concentrate not to burst his cum all over your pretty glittery makeup and long lashes.

you kissed his length till the base then licking a long stripe back up till you swallowed half his cock allowing space with your tongue and cheek. you started to suck and lick and the moans he was making were pornographic.

after a while saliva was dripping down your chin mostly when you decided to deepthroat him with a fluid movement making the water couch sway gently. “ah fuck bunny, you’re so fucking good” coryo moaned, lust clouding his blue eyes as he gripped your curls to buck into your throat just two times just to hear you gag shamelessly around his cock.

you smiled through teary lashes and bubbles of saliva and lifted your head to just suck at his tip harshly.

“shit- I’m gonna come bunny” coryo announced as you jerked off the rest of his cock while concentrating on the tip. at his words you pulled away standing up and his angry cock just leaned against his tummy as he bucked into air. “are you completely mad you fucking slut?” he said impulsively, the ruined orgasm hitting something into his mind profoundly.

you just smirked while slipping off your crop top and miniskirt. “what did you just call me coryo?” you asked while undoing your bra and slipping off your soaked pink panties. his mouth was slightly agape at your naked body, eyes obsessed. “I said you’re a whore, a slut” he said slowly and challengingly, lips mimicking each final letter. “oh yeah? let this slut show you how much of a whore she is.” you walked on the couch standing above him both of your feet planted on each side of his legs making the water couch giggle.

he was completely transfixed as you opened your legs leaning one of your knees on the headset of the couch. you grabbed his head from behind pushing his mouth on your dripping core.

coryo thought about cumming just from that, just from the smell of your juices and the taste of it.

it was so intense, his tongue lapping at your folds once in a while stopping to suck on your lips or clit while humming. his big hands gripped your ass squishing the plush meat here to push his face further into you.

you were a complete mess as you scratched his head and moaned shamelessly and loudly, hips bucking as you trusted him keeping you up to not let you fall.

“fuck coryo! fuck I’m coming!” you chanted as you gripped his head, legs quivering as your juices splashed into his face. coryo felt on cloud nine as he gripped your hips to not let you fall as he lapped at your juice like the starving dog he was. dying by suffocation from your pussy seemed the only best thing he could think of at the moment.

you came down from your high slipping down as you sat on his lap, grabbing his neck to kiss him sloppily to taste yourself in his mouth. you sucked his tongue, licked the roof of his mouth and even licked his teeth while he playfully rubbed your clit. “mh! I’m sensitive-“ you lamented while pushing his hand away, your lips glistening with his saliva. “I need you inside now coryo” you gently kissed his jawline and neck while rubbing your pussy onto his still angry cock. “your wish is my demand bunny but you’re not gonna come again sooner or later” as he said so with his low voice he pushed his cock inside of your thigh pussy helping himself with his fingers and you laughed a moan while arching and sitting fully on his hard member. he immediately hit your cervix so good you felt helpless.

it was the most passionate and sloppiest sex of your entire life. you rode him like your entire existence depended on it, you knees sunk into the water couch as you bounced on his cock helped by the gentle waves. his hands were placed right on top of your ribs as your hips were too quick to control anyways. you pushed your head so hard against his that your noses squished together as your forehead and your moans and shouts tangled together. both mouths opened, eyebrows furrowed.

coryo didn’t even remember his name anymore when you clenched hard around him signaling somehow that you were close. “stupid bunny thought she could come yeah?” he murmured around a moan as he gripped hard your ass to stop your intense riding. “what the fuck coryo? don’t stop please, fuck!” you lamented but when he pushed your back into the couch your eyes rolled in the back of your skull. coryo fucked into you helplessly, his orgasm close. your back arched and he massaged your breasts cupping them harshly. “shit fuck! I’m coming” he moaned, eyes fluttering close for a minute. to make you pay he pulled out, cum splashing on your tummy and even on your breasts from the intensity of it and you cried out loud from the loss of his cock inside of you. you even laughed a bit through cries because of where his cum landed but then you gripped his ear angrily. “make me come coryo, make me fucking come” she arched rubbing her pussy against his worked out cock. coryo panted a laugh and gripped your jaw with his hand tightly before leaning over to bit and pull your lower lip. he massaged your clit with all of his hand opened while looking at you. “look at your fucked out face, you’re completely drunk on my cock” he laughed again mischievously just to degrade you. he rubbed your entire pussy quickly, slapping your clit once in a while. “now you’re gonna come and admit that only my cock can make you this fucked up mh?” you nodded, eyes rolling once in a while. “yes, yes coryo, only you, only want your cock” he chuckled again while his hand kept going. “that’s what I wanted to hear bunny” at his last words you came, the orgasm making your entire skeleton tremble in pure bliss. you cried his name with your mouth wide open.

when you calmed down a bit he was just caressing your thighs while admiring your body painted with his cum and you smiled while stretching out a bit. “next time you’re gonna come inside coryo” you said it so naturally with a small smile and a yawn and coryo playfully slapped your sensitive clit with two fingers making you whine a bit. “I'm looking forward to the next time in like, 10 minutes, bunny.”

#corionalus snow smut #coriolanus x y/n #coriolanus x you #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus imagine #corionalus snow #coriolanus smut #coryo x reader #coryo smut #coryo snow #coryo x you #the hunger games #hunger games #coriolanus snow #smut #nswf post #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #sejanus plinth #modern au #fanfic

[haosweater]

perhaps i loved you.

content: idol! jeonghan x gn! reader, angst, fluff, past life au, coffee shop au, royalty au (just read, you’ll get it), unrequited love.

summary: a unique cafe down fifth avenue opens a whole new door of surprises for jeonghan.

word count: 1.4k

note: based this off the short exert i wrote at the end lol. totally not inspired by real life events haha… also i’m writing this at almost two in the morning please forgive any grammar or spelling mistakes.

it was cloudy. the sun peeked through the smallest crevices it could find as the wind gently brushed against jeonghan’s skin.

he shivered, pulling his green cardigan on tighter. he reached up, grabbing his white bucket hat to make sure it didn’t fly away. god knew the wind was ruthless these past few days. jeonghan felt like the world seemed to be against him.

he hummed along to his music, walking down the street in solace. the cherry blossoms bloomed magnificently, its pink petals falling to spread its beauty. he looked up, admiring the trees with a gentle smile.

there weren’t a lot of people out this time of the day and jeonghan liked that. he liked the comfort of not being recognised, being able to go about his day peacefully. the solitude was exactly what he needed.

inhaling a deep breath, he turned and continued down the street. the shops down this road were vintage. unique little thrift stores, record stores, quaint coffee shops that sold overpriced coffee— wait.

jeonghan paused, staring into the shop. olive green bookshelves lined the beige walls of the shop. behind, there was a counter with coffee machines and cake displays. at the very front of the store, there was a table. it had two chairs with a typewriter sitting on it.

a cafe? no, bookstore? or was it a vintage thrift store? confused, jeonghan looked up at the sign.

‘caffeinated literature’.

‘how peculiar,‘ jeonghan thought. glancing around, he peeked into the cafe again, noticing no one was inside. he wondered if it was closed, a slight pang of disappointment filling his chest.

however, the ‘open’ sign on the door proved him wrong. his eyes moved down, and noticed the poster on the door, prompting him to move closer and read it.

enjoy a cup of coffee,

and let me write you poetry.

welcome to caffeinated literature.

it didn’t take jeonghan another second to push the glass door open, the soft chime of the bell ringing in the air. “hello?” he called out softly.

there was a muffled crash followed by a yelp, shocking him. “hello! just give me a moment! please, take a seat!”

jeonghan sat down apprehensively, fluffing the cushion beside him. the interior was cozy, minimalistic and welcoming. swinging his feet, he continued to observe his surroundings, not realising you had emerged from behind the counter.

“hello, so sorry about that! what can i get for you today?” you panted, handing him the menu.

jeonghan looked at you in awe. your voice sounded like sweet, smooth honey that dripped slowly into a cup of warm tea. there was a sense of familiarity to you, but he couldn’t figure out what it was.

“uh, sorry,” he mumbles, snapping out of his thoughts. “i’ll just get an iced cappuccino and a poem, please.”

you grin. “great choice. i’ll be right back with your coffee, so just take a seat in tbe front,” you gesture to the table with the typewriter. he nods, getting up as you disappear behind the counter.

jeonghan feels light-headed from staring at you. something about you was so enchanting, so magical and so familiar. he sighed, annoyed that he was unable to figure out what it was.

the aroma of his coffee drifted in the air as you brought it over. he thanked you as you sat across him, smiling as he sipped on it slowly.

“oh, wow, this is really good,” he remarked, licking his lips. “thank you.”

“it’s no problem,” you say, smiling. “now, for the poem,” you gently slot the paper into the typewriter. turning around, you turn the speaker on, calm jazz music filling the cafe.

“i know this sounds rather far-fetched, but i usually hold people’s hands to get a better feel of their aura before i write their poem. do you mind if i do that with you?”

jeonghan shakes his head almost instantly. “no, not at all,” he says, extending his hands.

you smile, nodding in acknowledgement as you take his hands into yours, slowly shutting your eyes.

jeonghan shivered, and suddenly, he wasn’t in the cafe anymore.

he was now clad in formal wear, standing at the entrance to a balcony. you stood at the edge, back facing him. the moon was bright and the stars shone in the sky.

“i didn’t expect you to come,” your voice wavered. jeonghan couldn’t speak– he could not control what he did.

“i’m here now, aren’t i?” he chuckles, swirling the glass of wine in his hand. “what bothers you, my dear, on the night we are to celebrate?”

when you turn around, tears rolling down your cheeks, he freezes. you stare at him, sniffing softly. even when you’re crying, you look breath-taking to him.

averting your gaze, you sigh. “i can’t lie to you anymore, han,” you whisper. “tonight i watched you get married to the love of your life, confessing your love to each other in front of the whole kingdom,” you look up at him again.

“and now, i will confess my love to you, in front of the moon and stars.”

jeonghan is in shock. he doesn’t know how to comprehend this situation. it is all too fast, too quick– was this his past life?

“i have loved you ever since we were kids, han. my heart has held onto you tightly, refusing to let go. i’ve seen the best and the worst of you. i’ve seen all your flaws and imperfections and yet still i love you. i have been your friend, but never once did i love you like one. i loved you more than that. i would sacrifice the moon and the stars just to gaze at your beauty. i would burn the kingdom down if you wanted me to. my heart aches and yearns for your touch, your love, your heart and i know i will never get it, but i had to tell you.”

by the time you’re done, you’re panting, out of breath. jeonghan wants to rush forward and hold you, but his body stops him. there is no control.

“b-but y/n, i’m a prince and you’re a—”

“knight, i know,” you sob. “i prayed to the gods every day that my heart would let go of you because i knew i could never be yours, nor you, mine.”

jeonghan simply stood there, heart aching at the sight of you. “i am sorry, y/n. i am sorry i cannot love you the way you want me to,” he whispers, taking a step forward.

“it’s okay, han,” you say softly, tears staining your once rosy cheeks. wiping them away, you look at him with a sad smile. “it was never meant to be anyways.”

with a loud gasp, jeonghan finds himself back in cafe. he’s panting, eyes darting around vigorously before landing on you.

you were crying.

and so was he.

“sorry,” you let out an awkward laugh, wiping your tears away. “i don’t know why i’m crying,” you whisper, trying to stop yourself from crying, but the tears keep coming.

“it’s okay,” jeonghan stutters, quickly wiping his own tears. he wants to comfort you more, but he couldn’t find the words to. he felt like he didn’t deserve to.

sniffing, your fingers suddenly start to gly across the typewriter, the clicks ringing in the air. jeonghan observes you intensely, watching you throw draft after draft away. you were clearly frustrated.

finally, after his ice had melted, his coffee finished, you were done.

“sorry,” you say, removing the paper. “i had a hard time finding the right words,” you confessed as he smiled.

he looked down, reading the poem as you fidgeted with your fingers. his eyes drift across each word, heart clenching as he reached the last line.

“this is beautiful,” he says breathlessly. “thank you. i love it.”

you return the smile. “thank you for coming. i hope to see you again.”

jeonghan’s heart flutters at your words momentarily. “thank you for the coffee and poem. and who knows? perhaps i will see you again,” he chuckles before waving goodbye, pushing the glass door open as the bell chimed.

the breeze was stronger now, and jeonghan had to grab onto his hat again. with a loud sigh, he began to walk down the street, thoughts flooding his mind. it was racing, restless and utterly confused.

as he reached the end, he stopped at a traffic light, waiting for it to turn green. pulling out the piece of paper, he reread what you had written, tears forming in the corner of his eyes once again.

‘who are you,

stranger?

you look rather familiar.

perhaps i have loved you.

in another life.’

#seventeen 🫧 #seventeen x reader #seventeen angst #seventeen fluff #seventeen fics #seventeen fanfic #seventeen jeonghan #jeonghan #yoon jeonghan #jeonghan x reader #seventeen #seventeen imagines

[nightmaremp]

Weremayhem: Song of Beasts. Ch 16: Kitten Problem

     Hannah had made some food for Lewis and Annie. She set the plate of food down at the table. The black haired female noticed the bright moonlight of the full moon. “A beautiful moon out tonight” she thought to herself. 

“Lewis! Annie! Time to eat” said Hannah. Sounds of small claws hit the floor as they sounded like they were coming to the dining room. “Coming, Hannah” replied Lewis as he came into view. The Cheshire smilodon kitten came into the room with his baby sister biting his antlers. The black haired female’s eyes went wide. 

“W..what happened to y..you two?” asked Hannah, both scared and nervous. 

“Oh! I forgot to mention that we are wereanimals. Actually, a werecheshiresmilodon” replied Lewis as he sat Annie on the table. The small kitten quickly dug into the food. 

“Wait, you mean that werewolves are real?” she asked. 

“Yep and other wereanimals too. The band are wereanimals too.” he replied. 

“Oh my god! People online will go nuts over this!” replied the black haired female. 

“No, no, please don’t let anyone know about this, '' Lewis quickly said in a scared and worried tone. 

“Why?” asked Hannah. 

“If people find out that we are wereanimals, we will be put in serious danger. Wereanimal hunters will keep up, labs will do horrible tests on us, and we will be sold on the weremarket.” replied the feline. 

Hannah looked shocked at this news. She nods her head. “I will keep this as a secret and will not tell anyone” she said. 

“Thank you,” Lewis replied with a soft smile. 

Meanwhile with the band, they were in their wereforms around a fire. They were eating some marshmallows, except for Zoot. “Another marshmallow?” asked Moog. 

“Oh, yeah” replied Dr. Teeth 

“Anybody else?” asked the black haired male. 

“So, we’ve been sitting under the stars here for a few hours,” said Nora. 

“But still no music flowing, huh?” she added. 

They all shake their heads no. “Maybe we all just need to open up and dig a little deeper,” said Label Lady. 

“She’s all yours” said Teeth as his tail move the shovel close to her. 

“Ew. No” replied Nora. “Maybe we’ll figure out what’s holding you back,” the black haired female added.

“Like, why Teeth won’t commit to anything you write, and why Floyd hates all of it” she said. 

“You know, like, explore your feelings. Your failures. Your fears” Nora added. 

“I say we, like, dance it out” replied Jancie. Lips made a lion sound to agree with the doe. They all dance a little, just moving side to side. The Cheshire smilodon chuckles. 

“Janice, this isn’t another problem for you to solve,” replied Nora. The band continues to dance. 

“It sure does feel dancy” said the pink fur werewolf. 

“Okay, okay, fine. What if I go first?” asked the black haired female. 

“Wait, really?” asked Moog. 

“What, you’re just gonna unpack your deepest failures and fears, just right in front of us?” he asked. 

“We’ve all got our issues, right?” she replied. 

“If I’m being totally honest, I definitely thought I’d be way further along in life by now” she added. 

“I don’t know how old I have to be for my life to finally take off” said the black haired female. 

“I don’t even want it all,” she added. 

“Maybe just a cute little house. A partner. Preferably handsome, "the Label Lady said. 

“6 '2, super driven. We compete for success in a healthy way, while we raise 2.5 kids. That's the national average” she added. 

“I mean, really, is it too much to ask to just wanna spread my wings and fly?” Nora asked as she looked at the stick in her hand that was holding her marshmallow. The black haired female got up and stood. 

“For I am a falconer.” she said. A small falcon sat on her arm and some falcon screeches filled the air. 

“Like my father before me,” Label Lady added. 

“His name was Parvesh. And I am his daughter!” she added. 

“Nora?” asked Moog in shock and confusion. Nora didn’t have a falcon on her arm, it was in her head. She was having some type of trip like she took drugs. 

“Nora. The falconer. Master of the air beasts” she said with her eyes wide. 

“Are you okay?” asked the black haired male, worried. Nora starts petting the air over her right arm. “You good?” he asked. 

Zoot picks up the bag of marshmallows and hands it to Moog. “Here. I don’t do sugar. Rots your brain” said the sloth. The black haired male checked the bag and noticed the date on it. His eyes grew huge in shock. 

“Zoot,” he said. “Zoot, this bag expired in ‘92” Moog added. 

“Oh, good. We still got a month left” replied Zoot. 

“What? No! No, no, no, no. That was, like, 30 years ago!” the black haired male replied. 

“Everybody! You’ve been eating these marshmallows all night” Moog said in a panic tone. 

“And this bag is super expired!” he added. 

“You know what? I’m sure it’s fine. There’s no reason to panic” the black haired male said as he tried to calm down. He throws the bag into the fire which causes the fire to turn green as Zoot’s glowing eyes. They all look at it in shock. The fire returned to normal. 

“You should try using a stick,” said the sloth. 

“Okay, we’re good, right?” asked Moog. 

“It’s just old marshmallows,” he added. 

“We are all gonna be fine, all right?” the black haired male asked. 

#the muppets #dr teeth and the electric mayhem #dr teeth #weremayhemau #lips muppet #muppet mayhem #zoot muppet #animal muppet #floyd pepper #janice muppets #nora singh #moog muppet mayhem #Hannah muppet mayhem #lewis teeth #annie teeth

[themattress]

Disney’s The Little Mermaid (2023)

All right, I’ve seen it, so let’s do this.

PROS:

- I have some problems with Ariel in this movie, but Halle Bailey ain’t one of ‘em. I mean, good lord. Not only is her singing as beautiful as expected, but her vocal impression of Jodi Benson from the original movie is phenomenal. If you hadn’t seen either movie and just heard audio files of the two back to back, it would be exceedingly difficult to pick out which was which, that’s how spot-on Bailey is with her performance. And even when Ariel is mute, Bailey never fails with her facial expressions, which continue to convey her lovable personality. You totally believe her to be Ariel because she totally believes herself to be Ariel; the sincerity that she exudes is proof of just how committed to doing this iconic character justice she was.

- Luca Paguro himself, Jacob Tremblay, was perfect castling for the voice of Flounder. 

- While I hate everything else about him, I love King Triton’s design and general vibe. He’s less of a traditional king and more of a Poseidon-like god, and that’s a cool take on him.

- The shark attack sequence. I especially liked the new way that Ariel outsmarts the shark. 

- "Part of Your World", both how the scene is staged and, of course, Halle Bailey’s singing. 

- "For the First Time". Again, it’s a Halle Bailey song. You can’t go wrong there.

- Noma Dumezweni as Queen Selina, Eric’s adoptive mother. As pointless as this character was from a story standpoint, I thought that Dumezweni sold it with her performance. 

- Art Malik as Grimsby. I totally bought his fatherly concern and affection for Eric.

- Once they’re finally allowed to start bonding after needlessly putting it off to pad out the runtime some more, Ariel and Eric’s chemistry is on point, especially in the dancing scene.

- Jodi Benson’s cameo as a merchant who gives Ariel a fork. Unexpected and delightful. 

- From the second half of “Poor Unfortunate Souls” and all through the second half of the movie, Melissa McCarthy is suddenly good as Ursula. She’s no Pat Carroll, of course, but she finally has the bombast and intimidation factor down which she was lacking in before.

- Jessica Alexander as Vanessa, who owned those two-or-so minutes she was on screen.

- Before the way it ended I was enjoying the climax. King Triton being straight-up killed rather than turned into a polyp was a genuine shock, and gigantic Ursula was utterly terrifying.

CONS:

- The opening scene is awful. Rather than that epic shot of Eric’s ship coming out of the fog with the music blaring, we get what looks to be a mermaid (actually a dolphin) swimming underwater as whimsical music plays, only for it to get cut off like a joke as the sailors on Eric’s ship try to harpoon the “mermaid” while yelling hateful superstition. Just a terrible start.

- Rather than Triton’s hatred of humans being pure bigotry on his part, the movie decides to "both sides" the conflict, making humans equally as hateful and fearful of merpeople as merpeople are of them. Worse still, they each have valid reasons for this hate and fear, making the end resolution of it being brushed off as a big misunderstanding ring hollow.

- Jonah Hauer-King as Eric. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t take him seriously in the role.

- Worse still, Eric's whole character is fucked up on multiple fronts. First off, he’s now adopted royalty instead of genuine royalty, which gives off the unfortunate implication that this is the real reason he bonds so well with the common folk and desires a life of adventure. Secondly, his life situation is made the same as Ariel’s instead of different, pushing them as kindred spirits too literally and losing much of what made him desirable to Ariel in the original. And finally, his romance with Ariel starts and ends on a lackluster note, with him being too quick to dismiss having anything to do with her after he learns she’s mute and then too quick to accept being together with her was a fantasy never meant to happen after he learns she’s a mermaid. In trying to give him more depth, the filmmakers just made him more confusing.

- The undersea world lacks appeal. You know it, I know it, everyone knows it and have since the trailers came out. More proof that animation is an art form that has things live-action can never replicate, and that Disney needs to stop making these live-action remakes already.

- Javier Bardem as King Triton. He is absolutely terrible in this, giving one of the most dull and disinterested performances I’ve seen in recent memory. He sells none of his lines.

- Triton's character isn’t any better than his actor’s performance. Beyond his bigotry against humans having more justification to it, he is downright cruel and unrelatable in his treatment of Ariel. When Triton crossed the line into abusive parenting in the original by destroying Ariel’s collection, we immediately see a flicker of realization, horror and remorse on his face once he snaps out of his rage. He’s too proud to admit to anything yet, but it helps sell his “What have I done?” remorse that we see later, and his sacrifice for Ariel’s sake in the climax. But here, he seems to have no such remorse. He’s hardly a father; just a tyrant.

- Flounder looks unappealing and Jacob Tremblay’s voice can’t save that. Sebastian looks even more unappealing, and Daveed Diggs’ obnoxiously high-pitched voice only makes his character worse. Scuttle looks unappealing, and Awkwafina creates such a different character with her performance that I don’t get why they bothered even keeping the “Scuttle” name. Much like with The Lion King remake, it again shows animation’s superiority in this regard.

- Ariel's hair is boring regular red and not vivid real red. That’s a fail on such an absurdly fundamental level, as well as a disservice to Halle Bailey who could have rocked such hair.

- Ariel's character, in the script, is as sanitized as I feared. She’s more of a socially conscious fighter for equality rather than a teenager realistically out primarily for herself and her own ambitions, her sexual lust for Eric is toned down to near non-existence, she’s much less of a rebel since she only goes to the surface for the first time when going to see Eric’s ship, she’s made to have far more hesitation in her deal with Ursula to the point she almost backs out entirely until Ursula cranks up her pressure campaign, and as I will talk more about later gets some needless “girlboss” additions the same way previous Disney heroines in live-action remakes have. Thank God for Halle Bailey, who minimizes the damage as best as she can.

- In the first half of the movie all the way through to the first half of “Poor Unfortunate Souls”, Melissa McCarthy is way too understated as Ursula. She’s doing a campy Bette Midler or Eartha Kitt style of voice, but doesn’t go big enough on her lines and absolutely lacks the skin-crawling, psychotic menace that Pat Carroll so effortlessly provided the character with.

- Restoring the deleted concept of Ursula being Triton’s sister and Ariel’s aunt was pointless. 

- "Under the Sea". Beyond the issues of the underwater world on display not working as well as in animation and Daveed Diggs’ ear poison of a voice and delivery not holding even a candlewick to Samuel E Wright, Ariel joins in on the song by the end! Excuse me? The whole point of the song is to convince her to give up her interest in the human world! Her singing along (without being forced to because it’s part of a stage musical rehearsal that she’s obligated to partake in, as is the case in Kingdom Hearts II) is akin to signing off on that! 

- There’s a plot hole about Eric’s kingdom. Apparently it’s incredibly paranoid and isolationist, and part of why Eric wants to explore other places and make connections with them is so that the kingdom “doesn’t get left behind”. That doesn’t stop its village and marketplace from being a bustling hub of multicultural diversity! Which is it? Is the kingdom isolationist or not?

- Related to the above: Eric’s song, “Wild Uncharted Waters”. Yawn.

- Also, Ariel's sisters are all different ethnicities. I assumed this meant that King Triton slept around, which certainly wouldn’t be out of place for a Greek god like he’s styled after. But no, the sisters still speak of “Mother” as if they all have the same mother! How does that work?

- Flotsam and Jetsam don't talk. Boo! Let them talk!

- There is an absolutely pointless change where Ursula, apparently having no real confidence in herself, cheats in her deal with Ariel by slipping in an amnesia potion so that Ariel forgets she needs to kiss Eric in three days’ time to stay human forever. OK, but why does that prevent her from retaining the memory of Sebastian later straight-up telling her she needs to kiss Eric? And why is she still that heartbroken when Eric gets engaged to Vanessa, given that she no longer thinks it means she won’t get to kiss him and thus won’t remain human? 

- Instead of the newly human Ariel making it to shore and getting dressed in a sail before Max sniffs her out and leads Eric to her, she gets caught in a fisher boat’s net, the fisherman gives her a cloak to wear, and he...brings her to the castle? Why? When you fish out a mute girl adrift at sea, why does your mind jump to the freaking castle and its prince as the go-to solution for getting her help? And like I said before, it actually takes away from Eric and Ariel’s bond, since him finding her and, despite his disappointment that she can’t be the girl who saved him since she’s mute, still taking care of her personally since that’s the decent thing to do was a great showing of Eric being a nice guy whom you could understand Ariel loving.

- Actually, the usage of Max is disappointing in general. Eric saves him on the burning ship so that important plot point is checked off, but him having earlier met Ariel and memorized her scent ends up having no pay-off since he isn’t the one to lead Eric to Ariel. On top of this, he doesn’t get to be the one who causes Vanessa’s shell to break and Ariel to get her voice back later, so that’s another important plot function he’s deprived of. And he’s not even a sheepdog anymore, he’s a bearded collie. What was stopping the filmmakers from using a sheepdog!?

- The stupid little jade mermaid sculpture that Eric calls “my Little Mermaid". OK, so is the movie’s title supposed to be in reference to that now? Why include that as a thing at all?

- "Kiss The Girl", beyond being ruined by Daveed Diggs’ voice, has the pointless lyrical change to make sure Eric has Ariel’s consent before kissing her. As the new lyrics say: “Use your words to ask her”. Except...Eric doesn’t fucking do that! He leans in to kiss Ariel, with her also leaning in to kiss him, at the end just like in the original, without him having asked her beforehand if it’s OK! So a classic, perfectly good love song got altered for nothing!

- "The Scuttlebutt". The only good part about it was Ariel hating it as much as I did! 

- Instead of the animals all divebombing Vanessa at her and Eric’s wedding, with Max dealing the finishing blow that makes her lose the shell containing Ariel’s voice, we have Ariel being a girlboss and....engaging Vanessa in a cat fight over the shell, ending with Ariel grabbing it and breaking it herself. Because a cat fight between women is so much more progressive?

- The climax ends with Ariel and Eric swapping places, and Ariel killing Ursula with the ruined ship. This doesn’t work, since not only does Ariel not know how to steer a ship and she looks kind of ridiculous sliding around the deck on her fish tail, Ursula going after Eric specifically rather than Ariel makes no sense (Ariel just killed Flotsam and Jetsam, Ursula is pissed off at her above all else) and Eric not killing Ursula means Triton has no impetus for learning that he was wrong about humans. Maybe this wouldn’t be a problem if Triton stayed dead in this version (since, y’know, he actually died), but alas he gets resurrected once Ursula is killed and loses the trident. And sure enough, he’s learned nothing, which leads us directly into...

- The Ending. Ariel just accepts living under the sea from now on and becomes severely depressed about it, which somehow makes Triton change his mind and turn her human (she was depressed after he destroyed her grotto and he clearly didn’t give a fuck; what’s the difference now?) Eric had also accepted he and Ariel weren’t meant to be after all, but once she shows up as a human again he instantly reverse on that. Queen Selina sadly remarked that the human world and mer-world just weren’t meant to exist together...but then Ariel is made human again and gets together with Eric, and then she says the exact opposite and endorses the two worlds existing together! Everyone is just changing their mind at the drop of a hat; it’s ridiculous! And rather than ending on a wedding with a beautiful choir version of “Part of Your World” being sung, the movie abruptly ends with Eric and Ariel sailing off in a boat toward a ship that they will use to explore other kingdoms and further connect the two worlds together in the process while the generic instrumental “Part of Your World” plays. There’s just....no real heart to it. Which sums up this movie’s problem: like the vast majority of these live-action remakes, it was not made with the same heart as the animated original. The best that can be said about it is that it’s not the worst of the remakes, and that it provides a great stepping stone for Halle Bailey’s professional acting career. Beyond that, it’s useless.

#Disney #The Little Mermaid #Remake #Opinion #Analysis #Comparison #This has been a PSA

[noxexistant]

9, 12, 17, 18

I saw that the one I’d asked for got asked

So here’s more 🥰

that’s so sweet of you :’) i’m glad to be able to give you answers <3

9. do you write every day? if you wrote today, share a sentence of what you’ve written.

i try to write every day! and i tend to, even if it’s only a small edit or adding a sentence. helps me feel like i’m making progress or not totally stagnant, even when i can’t pay attention to actually writing. as for a sentence i wrote today, i’m gonna chest slightly and use a line of dialogue:

“I’d rather go to jail. Real jail. Even if they killed me there. ‘S’long as I got to stay wit’ you.”

12. do you have a playlist for your current wip(s)? share it!

this is the most boring answer, but i don’t 😭 i very often can’t write with music, and when i can i’ll just put one of my usual playlists on shuffle. a couple playlists i do like to write to, however, is “red dead redemption vibes” by jimmay on spotify, and “batman just like me fr” by john rambone.

17. what’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic?

i’ve done a considerable amount of research into 1890s candies and stuffed animals to work out what would be most reasonable for characters to have tried and to favour, or for them to potentially own. stuffed animals were pioneered by the steiff company in the late 19th century - though, of course, have roots throughout history - and their first design was an elephant, first sold as a pincushion. they’re also the company that invented the teddy bear, in 1903, inspired by roosevelt himself. another pioneer stuffed animal of the era was the ithaca kitty - also just called “the tabby cat” - which was introduced in 1892 and is credited as starting the fad for stuffed animals (and was based on a real kitty! the creator’s own, caesar grimalkin). i believe the ithalca kitty was commonly sold as a piece of printed muslin cloth, which was then sewn and stuffed at home by the purchaser.

18. what’s one of your favourite lines you’ve written in a fic?

ooh, man. i’m honestly not sure, i’d have to comb through my stuff to find a real solid answer lmao, but one thing i’ve written recently that springs to mind - and that i mentioned in another answer - is oscar’s whole mental monologue from ‘under wraps’ of all the stuff he can’t articulate out loud to morris.

—

“I can’t lose you, Mo,” he says, quiet and so honest it makes him feel sicker. “‘M’serious, I can’t, you’re—“

You’re everything. You’re the world. You’re my baby brother. I been looking after you our whole lives and I don’t know how to stop, I don’t wanna stop. We been sharing a bed our whole lives and I have nightmares of you lay to sleep forever without me lay with you like it’s always been. I don’t know how to sleep without you. I don’t know how to live without you. Please, God, don’t make me even think about it. But if I do picture you in a grave, I picture myself crawling in beside you and curling myself around you like we’re lay in bed at night.

“You’re my little brother.”

#answered #sparkedblaze

[dekaydk]

Step By Step Ep 10

I really want to like this show but I keep getting plot, pace, dialog and character icewater dumps on my head.

Spent the entire episode thinking that Jeng is incapable of thinking even tactically about his love life, much less strategically. Especially not about how this intersects with work. This dude should not run a (whatever the Thai equivalent) of a chaebol even if daddy does hand him the reins in the future.

Pat is repeatedly smarter about all this than Jeng is. Jeng sees Pat's reasonable caution as naive lack of confidence and rolls right over it.

What is this color inversion between Chot and Pat’s outfits?

Sound weirdness in the screening room scene - did they loop the dialog?

Again with the open mouth pose!

GOD I HATE IT WHEN THE CHARACTERS GET SELF ABSORBED AND DON”T HEAR EACH OTHER IN AN EXAGGERATED WAY okay this was less exaggerated than usual

“I know that Mr. Jeng thinks of you beyond work” Oh you do know that for certain? gonna let this one slide

This bit about "the relationship will be awkward at first" YA THINK

“Krit doesn’t think about hard launching you at all” what pray tell is hard launching

God the stupid sound effects totally take the emotional weight out of this scene

Okay, Chot crying awwwwww. So happy for him.

Pat crying is probably a little tough for Jeng to interpret at first

SPEAK ENGLISH TO ME BABY (insert scene from A Fish Called Wanda)

Wait, in the kitchen in front of the windows?

Phone screen protector as a metaphor AND product placement?

Confirm/Delete is even a question?

The music makes it seem like following on social media is a bigger deal than the other stuff?

Okay, enough with the screen protector

Pat’s presenting

Assistant dude has a suspicious thought or two

Okay, cubicle handsies cute but debatably smart

Office parking garage messing around HONK giggle start over

Badminton again and assistant dude is SUSPICIOUS

Theory: assistant dude has a crush on Jeng

I think people are cruel. SO RIGHT JENG

Office meeting: assistant is taking notes on what he sees

Pat's Dad is still around?! Oh okay everything’s cool “take care of my son” with a side order of “when did we become buddies”

“Phi Jeng/Nong Pat”

Okay, Pat has the seduction thing down

I wasn’t feeling the chemistry before but I’m sold on this scene

Aww fantasy wedding

But…isn't it a smidge early to be talking about geting married?

Jen and Jaab moment

Wait Jaab is with someone WTF PLEASE why are we learning this now (once again we have a time gap that is tough to follow)

(Got a bit of a Bible vibe just now; this is a compliment to both men)

Vasectomy WELL IF YOU NEED ANOTHER ONE LEMME KNOW thought bubble

OH WAIT CONFESSION

This is nicely mature and resolves this hanging thread

Wait Pat as the head of the department? This is not going to go well. His business smarts aside he’s never even been a manager, much less a senior manager/director level. Jeng, don’t promote people too fast; it’s not fair to them or the team. “What are you playing at?” indeed!

Office gossip scene. Wait, queen office bitch is in their corner?

Jaab is seeing someone called Paint. And pining over Jen, the two-timer.

Whoa nasty office sticky notes!

Marcom jerkface strikes again

What does he have to do with the board and why is he telling Jeng about the board? (Update: forgot he was Jeng’s uncle)

JESUS THIS WAS FORESEEABLE JENG YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER

Condo. Pat wants to talk in bed. Jeng: grabs Pat. Not gonna sex it away dude SEE

And don’t close your eyes, Pat is trying to TELL YOU SOMETHING Pat is being smarter about this than you are.

Next morning: WHOOPS SHITTY PEOPLE CLIP SHARING

Pat is fed up with Jeng not listening/treating his concerns seriously and he's outta here and gonna do what he's gotta do. That resignation letter is gonna get delivered.

Wait. Pat scrammed from the condo without saying anything and wecut to Jeng having coffee like nothing happened?

Pat resigned. Okay again probably the right move. He has less to lose and he knows it. (Back to “What are you playing at?”)

The president approved it? This will be interesting. Why is the president involved? Pat is twenty layers down the org chart. That would be like Tim Cook approving the resignation of some junior manager at Apple.

Okay, time to read everyone else's takes.

#step by step the series

[chidoroki]

Ya Boy Kongming! EP9

aka: the girlfriends be sharing secrets!

Oh damn, that dude really doesn’t want Nanami to see Eiko anymore, so rude.. though I can assume as to why.

Despite Kid saing she was improving, Eiko still looks so bummed out aww no.

It’s nice to see Kabe hanging out with his old buddies and having all them support his return.

Kongming, that is the worst plant disguise you could’ve come up with..

Bro these hints towards Nanami are so obvious, like come on, the giant blimp? Hello??

“I’m the idol band Azalea’s bassist and vocalist: Nanami Kuon.” Finally! The reveal! About time!

Oohh flashback to the very start of the band.

Ah, so it was Karasawa that totally changed their way of singing and their style. It made them more successful sure but it’s in no way how they wanted to perform and share their own music.

“What are you talking about? Go screw yourself!” Yeah girl, you tell him!

They really were struggling though, picking hp so many jobs just to stay in Tokyo and hold gigs that never fully sold out. No wonder Nanami took the offer, just a shame it was because they needed money and not because Karasawa was actually gonna let them do as they please.

No way in hell I’d wear such outfits.

Their popularity skyrocketed yet Nanami’s cheerful spirit basically vanished. She ain’t fond of these changes at all.

So Nanami didn’t know Eiko was also trying for the 100,000 likes project? I dunno why I thought she did this whole time.

Eiko wanting to save people with her singing is so wholesome.

Listen to our girl sing so beautifully now, love her! Such a clear difference from this and ep1 yet she still warms my heart!

Aw she’s even making herself tearing up.. oh! Both of them are! Great!

“But there is one thing I can say with confidence! I love the Nanamin who sings in the streets!” OH MY GOD???

“Thank you for that song. But the next time we meet, it might be as rivals.” Ah I knew it was gonna happen and yet oh noooo.

Wait a goddamn minute! Kongming?? You were here this whole damn time dressed up in that mascot costume?? This is what I get for making fun of his previous attempt huh. I’m a complete fool.

#paripi koumei #episode reaction

[newbordeaux]

spare josephine lore please 🙏 literally anything and everything about this total hottie 🔥🔥🔥

GOD thank you for asking 🥺🥺 IDK WHY but I went insane on this ask, there's a lot. Like, a LOT

—Born 1806 in Norcaster, a little coastal town in northern-ish Gristol (that I made up lol) with haunted Victorian small seaside town vibes, constant shitty weather and gray skies and all. The abbey has little presence (and influence) there, like it EXISTS and officially outsider worship is “forbidden” but no one cares, especially since the like three overseers there grew up with these customs and can’t really be bothered to do anything. These people still practice their weird little rituals and wear bonecharms and own runes openly <3 

—The Buckley’s are “new money” (for small town standards at least. They’d be nothing in Dunwall but that doesn’t matter), originally a lower middle class family that rose to prominence in the 1750s when grampa Edwin Buckley opened his own fishery that made him a lot of money. The family soon became the richest people in town and lived in a nice manor, at least until grandpa died and Josephine’s dad Silas inherited everything. He wasn’t a businessman like his father, just some nepotism failchild and lost the entire fortune through a number of bad investments by the early 1800s. To pay of the gigantic amounts of debts they were in, a lot of the furniture and other riches were sold, but they didn’t want to sell off the manor so it was just left looking empty and haunted 🙄

—Josephine was born after the family was already impoverished and had never seen the manor with actual wallpapers <3 her parents were still obsessed with getting rich again and restoring the family name or whatever, her father was constantly taking care of his businesses (as well as suffering from distant rich victorian dad disease…), while her mother, who came from an upper middle class family and was used to living a comfortable life, was too busy either lamenting about their financial situation or gambling off what little they had (100% sure that she’d be able to win it back ❤) to pay any attention to her children. Josephine either spent her time with her brother or alone, wandering the town and hanging out by the cliffs, or searching the manor for hidden treasures. 

—One of these “treasures” was an old Piano that the family never managed to sell off due to its bad state. She taught herself to play and her parents soon took notice of her talent. Miss child prodigy 💗 They realized they could capitalize on her and started to invest every cent they made into materials, tutors and endless practice, and eventually even a place at a music academy in Whitecliff (I’m saying they have this there now.) Most other students were “real” nobles or at least wealthier than her, so some of them picked on her,  and, thanks to her insane Victorian parents, she was super competitive and felt like she had to be better than all of them. She secretly made little outsider shrines in her room praying for the others downfall and even started having evil outsider dreams where he spoke to her, IDK maybe he’s interested in schoolgirl drama 🙄 They don’t have tv in the void, so he was watching her slowly manipulate the other girls who made fun of her or who she saw as competition. You know, damaging their instruments or changing their notes before presentations, sneaking corrupted bonecharms into their rooms to make them sick, all of that -_- She graduated on top of her class and made everyone SEETHE <3 this even continued into her adult years for a while, and her first major performance in Dunwall that the Empress would be attending only happened because she got a rival arrested for heresy :|

She thought it was soooo epic of her at the time but she came to regret that a LOT in her adult years -_-

—Her Dunwall performance was s huge success though and even Jessamine herself was a big fan <3 She quickly became her favorite musician and even somewhat of a distant friend and for the next few years Josephine was Dunwall’s it-girl 😌 Getting invited to parties, hanging out with other nobles, living in a nice townhouse in the estate district, all that. The other nobles never noticed that she grew up in poverty despite being less… refined, and simply thought she was just countryside nobility 🤷‍♀️Her parents back home were of course thrilled, especially at the money she sent them regularly. 

—I’m also kinda switching back and forth whether she’s actually marked or not but one of her maids saw something (that line that’s like she had to dismiss the maid who saw the mark of the outsider on her back) and Josephine promptly fired her and shortly after, the rest of the staff as well for talking about it, save for her gardener and her old cook. Just her and her old people… the outsider shit isn’t known but it definitely is a rumor amongst her old servants… 

—After Jessamine died however, she fell out of favor with a lot of the nobility who aligned themselves with Burrows. Likely because she’s not on good terms with the Boyle sisters and you know Waverly talked shit about her to her little baldie, so he offhandedly made a bad remark about her and everyone else was like uhhh yeah so true she’s just mediocre anyway 💕 She’s losing popularity and everyone starts to notice and TALK which is even worse 🙄 and without money coming in her parents start sending angry letters about how they’re not receiving any money and how ungrateful she is. They hate to see a girlboss losing

—I KNOW I’ve said this somewhere but her eventual fate depends on the verse. She’s in a bad situation and figures that without actually being part of the aristocracy she’ll just fade into obscurity as some former star, so in regular low chaos verse she’s briefly engaged, single again and after Emily ascends the throne back in favor with those fake hoes who are acting like nothing happened. In the high chaos noble au (which is mainly what I’m thinking about for her. Her real timeline) she’s married and has a pathetic sickly little son <3

RANDOM FACTS

—She loves gardening :-) and taking little strolls in less glamorous areas in Dunwall where other nobles wouldn’t be caught dead 🙄

—I mentioned this but she’d NOT on good terms with the Boyle sisters, which is mostly because she and Lydia are both musicians, but Josephine is more famous for it <3 Just a competitive rivalry where they’re each talking shit behind the other’s back and pull petty stunts in front of other people where they’re flexing their piano skills but Josephine is still invited to parties <333 Esma and Waverly technically have nothing against her but they hate her out of sibling loyalty 🙄

—Josephine is NOT known for throwing parties or hosting events like the Boyles however. She’s getting invited to things but not vice versa <3 However she does like to host little private house parties for herself and her friends where they’re just hanging out and playing party games. Her favorite is when they’re imitating people they don’t like and everyone else has to guess who it is ☺💗

—Loves gross rainy weather and thunderstorms. Just like home :-) 

—Her friends in noble au are Marzanna and Georgie, as well as Miss White (the one with the moth mask who asks Corvo for a drink) and I forgot his name but her guy with the whale mask at the Boyle party :)

#THANK YOUUUU AGAIN. i love her love talking abt her..... #c: josephine

[just-my-type-x]

I meant that whatever the final number of the people attending, if it's either 900 or 10.000, he has a great strategy. // I wasn’t disagreeing with you! I’m on the same page. I’m saying only 350x4 or 900 people going isn’t that much. So to the other anon saying it’s wild it’s sold out with no solo music, it’s not crazy to think 900 vamps fans would go

Also saying he’s brad, I don’t mean he’s like a god I mean he’s brad from the vamps and his fans are vamps fans so ofc they’re going to buy tix to see him. Hope that made sense lol xx

Oh yeah i totally get it, got lost between the lines. What i said about brad being a god was just bc we focused a lot on that i wanted to get it out of the way so to speak

And i totally agree, out of so many fans to have around 900-1000ish is not a lot compared to what they have as a group and it sucks if we look at things from this perspective 🥲

#brad simpson #the vamps

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Brandon Lake & Thomas Rhett Team Up For Powerful Rendition Of “Talking To Jesus”

GRAMMY Award-winner Brandon Lake has teamed up with CMA and ACM Entertainer of the Year Thomas Rhett for a stirring performance of “Talking to Jesus” live from the historic Ryman Auditorium stage in Nashville, Tenn. (4/16). Before introducing Thomas Rhett, Lake gave fans an insight into their friendship and how they’ve bonded over their love of Jesus and commemorated the work God is doing in their respective lives. The sold-out crowd at Lake’s MIRACLE NIGHTS TOUR stop took to their feet to worship with the two stars by singing along to every word rejoicing “what a friend we have in Jesus.” Not only did Lake and Thomas Rhett have this special surprise for the people of Nashville, the audio from the performance is now available across all digital streaming platforms and the accompanying live video is out now. “Talking to Jesus” was originally recorded and performed by Lake on the Elevation Worship & Maverick City Music album ‘Old Church Basement’ which amassed over 500M streams.

“Collaborating with Thomas Rhett, a friend who I admire, respect, and draw inspiration from, has been a dream come true,” shares Lake. “This song has allowed us to create something that is a further testament to the transformative power of God’s presence in our lives. I’m humbled and blessed by this, and excited to see the impact of this for years to come.” “Brandon is such a great artist and an even better person – I’m lucky to call him a close friend,” Thomas Rhett said. “We’ve had a lot of good conversations about our faith and this night at the Ryman really captured that. Everybody in the room came together – it’s definitely one of those moments I will never forget.” Talking To Jesus - Brandon Lake & Thomas Rhett https://youtu.be/N9Rgb27afss Lake recently wrapped up his sold-out 26 city MIRACLE NIGHTS Tour and is readying new music set to be released later this summer. In August, the singer-songwriter will hit the road again on the 16-date SUMMER WORSHIP NIGHTS Tour with Phil Wickham and KB. His most recent album HELP!, a project in response to mental health awareness, released in 2022 and his “breakthrough hit” (Billboard) “Gratitude” recently held the number one spot at Christian radio for 6 weeks. Thomas Rhett is currently captivating audiences on the road as he just kicked off his HOME TEAM TOUR 23 on May 4 in Des Moines, IA, with the tour set to hit a total 40 cities in 27 states. The hitmaker also recently reached a major milestone, earning 20 No. Ones in a matter of just ten years. Read the full article

[lee-minhoe]

Hi!!! Omg its been a minute, my weekends are so busy I can never get time just sit down and type these out im sorry Mel. But omg yesss that video of Minho showing Jeongin the dance is one of my absolute favorite videos! Especially because it really shows how soft he is for Jeongin, even when he’s not getting something or messing up Minho is endlessly patient but also teases him about it.

I totally get trying to like just one group, especially when they have so many members. Every group I liked when I first got into Kpop I was like ok its JUST going to be this one… these two…. Just these three and now I think my wrapped said I listened to like 200 Kpop groups this year lmao. All your groups are suchhh good choices I stan most of them too! I think p1h is the only one I haven’t really listed to  yet, mostly cause they debuted at the beginning of the huge jump in groups debuting that’s happened over the last few years, and I find them all so overwhelming. But omg I love flying, I really feel like they don’t get talked about enough when it comes to really good bands, hun is my Bias and they’re just a really silly group, I’m sure u’ll love them when u learn their names! Ok I listened to those nine.i songs and consider me sold omg?! Crazy that I’ve literally never heard of them before, like not even in passing, but I thank you for sharing because im hooked now haha. I totally get you on the gg thing, I like a few ggs a lot but I never ned up really following their regular content for some reason, and most I can only name a member or two just because I don’t get the consistency of seeing their faces all the time like with the bgs I stan. 

Ok what are some of your favorite colors or aesthetics? Also are there any looks/eras for Minho that are your favorites? (so I can start working on your present 🤭)

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omg i read your first sentence "it's been a minute" and idk if you're an nct fan but i immediately thought of mark's rap in misfit hahaha vampire mark my beloved

no worries about the later reply, i hope you are doing well <3 and yes one of my fav things about lino is how you can see he changes the way he acts based on who he's with, like he is savage with seungmin but so soft with lix 🥺 (and jeongin too)

omg 200 groups on your spotify wrapped??? wow HAHAHA i love that <3 i remember when i first got into kpop in 2020 and my wrapped started saying that kpop was my top genre of the year and i was like oh no haha but now im like whatever i fully embrace it, 90% of my listening is kpop (maybe higher if you also count like krnb/k-indie and stuff lol). it's part of my personality now 😂 what was your top artist? and yes n.flying's music is so good!! i love the kbands :)) when i learn their names i will let you know who becomes my bias LOL. why is hun your bias hehe

YEAH THE NINE.I SONGS ARE SO GOOD i love the rock sound (?) in the songs, and the boys are such cuties too. they debuted earlier this year so it makes sense not a lot of people have heard of them yet (i only found them because i was listening to this k-rock playlist on spotify hahaha), but i think they have potential if they keep going in this direction ^^ i'm looking forward to seeing where they go

my top favorite color is blue 💙 i also love pastel colors in general!! oh and favorite minho looks/eras.......gosh where do i start hahaha 😂 hmmmmm well i really like the thunderous and maniac eras for lino!! let me list some of my favs (this might get long lol)

this thunderous outfit

this thunderous outfit 2

lino was so hot here lol

gods menu

literally any of the all in outfits

any of the maniac outfits LOL

in general i love when he wears a button down shirt and or suit lmaoo and when he has a bw cap on 🥴 or when he smiles hes just the cutest 🥺 honestly anything lino related and i will melt, i am very easy to please hahahaha

#answered #anon #🍒anon #case65ss

[jonathankatwhatever]

I just freaked myself out. I was about to type how angry I am about the state of the world, and how I want to express great anger and disappointment in modernized Biblical terms, but when I sat down I remembered I wanted to look at the 10th Catalan number, which is 16,796, and compare that to the total permutations. That is, 10!/Cn10. It’s 6 cubed. It’s literally 216.051 etc. In other words, SBE2 cubed, which is literally the D3 identity space. So, the quotient of the total of permutations divided by the number of arrangements of pairs that don’t cross unveils this identity space. What does that mean? (I’m asking.)

Well, the Catalan numbers count the number of permutation groups which form pairs without crossing over other pairs. Simplest example is that a square has the xK and yK in pairs (but not at the same time), so the Cn for 4 is 2. And then the Cn for 6 is 5. And Cn10 is above. So, the Catalan numbers count the distinct groups or set of pairs that can be made. If you put in sK or zK, then you can’t make 2 pair, and to make 2 pair, meaning the same count that you reach with xK and yK, without creating the bip.

That means these pairs exist within this larger ‘universe’ of crossed pairings. We then examined how shifting the x,yK around generates an image of s,zK, using only the 1Space moves allowed in grid squares, meaning x,yK, just as we drew out many years ago. This is a massively powerful proof of that concept.

But what does it mean in our terms? A count of 10 is always a count of 10, meaning that inherent in base10 and the SBE3 dimensional count also has a factorial count, and that factorial count quotients or divides the total permutations in that count of 10 by the count of those permutations which pair without crossing. In other words, SBE2 cubed times the Catalan count is the total number of permutations.

Let’s check the difference: if I multiply rounded, that 3,627,936 versus 3,628,800, which leaves 864. That number divided by 2 is the Pythagorean A: 432mhz in Pythagorean temperament is the perfect 5th of D. I’m not sure what to make of that. It’s obviously not random. This tuning is for strings, but why an A over a C? A is relative minor to C, which means it’s the other white meat, I mean notes.

It took a lot of AMT this morning to reach that. Not sure what that 2*432 means. I think the idea is a double cover, which is like SBE2, of the tuning, meaning that if this little 864 is hit, then the rest will be in tune, which is an astonishing concept that makes complete sense because what is then in tune is the identity space’s variations. No wonder you’re music. This was buried way, way deep.

To connect this to grid squares - oh God I’m overwhelmed by this abject horror that I’m not going to make it. I have $75 left and there’s a check out for more than that, plus automatic withdrawals I can’t stop, and Debbie is out of her medication and I’ve sold everything I can and there’s nothing left at all and I owe money to everyone and there really is no option but to say I’m done.

But before I go, I’ll keep hoping that Romeo doesn’t kill me.

To connect this to grid squares means what? Means what? I don’t know. It should be obvious. It was obvious earlier but you didn’t believe it because you were alternating between ecstasy and despair. Where were you? You got lost when you finally understood tunings in the right context.

So, the grid square axis count, meaning xK and yK, times the cubic SBE2 identity is all permutations within the count of 10 factorial, which is all dimensions within the count of 10. That’s the ultimate proof of concept. I typed that but is it true? Say I’m playing with the cat. That’s a pair. And there are a number of interactions which can occur because of that pair. These interactions are all pairings within the larger count of permutations. And that means the entirety takes on an identity, like this is our relationship, and then there are individual iterations of identity like this is how rough or gentle we are this time and this portion of time.

The portioning of time leads me to stuff I never thought I could ever type out. It’s that deeply personal. So, where this Ends is with additional notation: sQ, which labels the iteration of sK when the standard or default arrangement occurs, meaning when zK is identified as distinct from sK, and that means we don’t flip the two but instead stabilize. The sQ notation is on top (in my default perspective): the zK counts steps, like whole numbers or SBE or primes, while sQ counts the power, the reach, the extent, the contextual ranking, and the various dimensions of ordinality. Like on the chessboard where the K moves a square at a time while the Q flies all over.

The way I got to this was sexual. In my sexual imagination, I either imagine I have a huge penis or that I am receiving one. I figured out a long time ago that this was a metaphor, one that distances me from me as a person, as a metaphor which roots this alternative me in an exaggerated physical form so the non-physical form attached to that would develop. Which happened. And the rest is similarly vivid metaphor. I have had this recurring bit in which I try to come up with words to wear, like on a t-shirt, which fits these sexual scenarios, without success. That is, in the latest terms, the pairs don’t all fit: there’s a crossing and the thread dies because that crossing invokes a branch point which generates ambiguity of meaning, and this is like the building dissonance in Pythagorean tuning, as you follow the division of the string further out. Like on a violin, the distance from the A string to the G is 2 fifths, which means you tune A to D tight, toward the top edge of the pocket, so the next string change doesn’t sound flat, especially when it’s open.

So, there wasn’t anything wrong with the slogans I tried, but they didn’t fit because dissonance emerged at the end of the thread, just like with Pythagorean tuning. That makes complete sense because that tuning is division.

What would fit? Well, that would be sQ, because the idea that unifies the tunings is size Queen. As that occurred to me, I realized it fit everything because the entire conception is that we are small physical existences attached to dramatically larger non-physical existences. This goes all the way back to Eve, and the identification of Adam by his attributes, which we think were physical but which are clearly in t the story the non-physical attributes which she identified within him (by identifying those with and in contrast to herself). That self-proves: she became aware first, so she identified within Adam the awareness which she experienced. And that connects to the essential idea that ancients saw things within things, that they grasped concepts of higher meaning, and that they saw these as truths which extended past them. They built the pyramids to express that. Stonehenge. All those solar aligned constructions.

So, yeah, I’m a size Queen because I want to be penetrated and infused by the biggest non-physical attachment which I can possibly stretch to fit, which opens me up completely, so completely our identities alternate and merge. A communion.

And when I saw that as true, a lot of imagery suddenly made sense. Even to the level where this occurs: you bigger, me smaller // (bigger, smaller, the same). That is, attached structure is entirely equal and entirely smaller each way and entirely larger each way, which is a 1-0Segment consequence with a midpoint. The // comes from I//I, so it means in this context that this physical relationship can be arranged in any of those attachments, one hopes as needed. And that enables a bijection of sQ over zK. Is that true? I typed ‘complete bijection’ then changed that to ‘a bijection’, so yes. That is, given the necessary physical identification, which can’t be eliminated no matter what (even with identical twins), plus when that physical identification overcomes accumulated inequality, meaning presumptions about size, then this forms a bijection which connects the Ends. Those Ends connect the non-physical over the ‘physical’, and thus the physical over the ‘non-physical’, where ‘physical’ in quotes means the meaning of the whole (and not merely of one or the other or both individually), and thus ‘non-physical’ means the same thing except it includes a composition of the individual attachments which together make the shared space we have defined.

BTW, understanding of Jacobi and Weierstrass functions advanced a lot too. The gist was realizing that this models 2 and that modeling 2 in gs invokes an ellipse and then they translate trig from circles to an ellipse. That makes the concept of an ellipse more generally comprehensible, I think, because it explains what happens when you vary either xK or yK relative to the other. And then understanding that of course this maps IC, and to the very specific level of mapping in a Jacobi the infinite pole and the 0 pole. I can see how this spreads. The other, the P-function with a fancy P, seems even tighter as a fit: a pole of 2 at each End, at each lattice point.

I had previously realized for example the MM Storyline is about not being attracted to the most attractive person, which is a perfect stand-in for you, but finding extreme attraction through the non-physical leading to union and communion of both. It was the word ‘communion’ which I was searching for because it encapsulates the entire Mission Storyline, exactly as I remember it, that ‘you get the God you deserve, the God that reflects your faults and your failings, which mirrors you’, but with a vast amount of nuance attached which we had not then worked out.

For some reason, I keep forgetting why this grabbed me so hard: size Queen is a measurement, like a bed is a queen size, which has a host of meanings attached, especially in a communion sense of sacred, and a size Queen is one who measures the fit, which is a tailor but in sort of a generalized reverse because this tailor measures up to the enclosure instead of cutting the enclosure down. I’m aware that tailors make clothes larger as well. So this version of tailor encompasses both.

Also note an alternative would be size King for sK, which works but doesn’t look different in notation from the sK that flips with zK.

So we found a combinatorial identity relationship which relates the 10th Catalan number to its larger set of permutations. That identity translates or maps or otherwise injects/bijects, etc. relationships of pairs across the permutations.

How does this connect to value? Like that which is injected at the bip? Well, now we have a visible mechanism for pairs, while the bip is a grid square (or actually the composite of the midpoint and integer grid square layers). The integer square layers literally make the 0 and 1 which maps to the Jacobi and the 1-0 maps to the P-function. So what that says is the value injects at each lattice point End in the integer gs layer, and that value pairs. This requires thinking of value as more than a number, as being what the gs process represents in that value, which can be a number, if you can represent it sufficiently (and primes is one such way). This means we finally got out the idea that everything pairs and tests in pairing, which is literally SBE and thus SBE2!

So, it looks like we have a structure which injects value at the bip which composites the midpoint gs layer with the integer gs layer so the bip is a lattice point or End. That means the injection is 0-1-0 over 1-0-1 (think of that in terms of the elliptic functions!), which draws the edges of 0Space within 1Space, which organizes at the pair level as described using Catalan numbers and this combinatoric identity over a cubic SBE2.

What about CM100? We now have the ability to look at pairings, which makes CM100 and fCM in general work because those are 2 based and 4 based.

So, any interaction anywhere is pairings. Some can be multiple: like a bomb may blow up more than one thing, but that’s only because it was built with that capacity. And even then, it’s still a pairing of each object to the blast and thus to all that went in. This also applies to natural events. Think an avalanche.

[weliketheiroldstuff]

The Blame Canada Tour came to Detroit and neither Simple Plan nor Sum 41 brought me any poutine...

I know, easy Canadian joke. But it’s not a joke. To the Americans who can’t see Canada from their apartment complex like we can, understand that it actually is disappointing to not have another great Canadian export to eat at the show tonight like that sweet goodness of french fries, gravy, and cheese curds, oh my god I am salivating. I’ve always had such an affinity with those to the North. Most people in Michigan have. I don’t have issues with Canada, I fucking love them. And a lot of it started with these bands and their food and it continued to grow as I met more Canadians at shows and raves in the city over the years.

This is a call, for anyone who wants to bring me poutine. Anytime, anywhere.

But hey, there’s Mom’s Spaghetti right next to the venue and if I get out in time I won’t have to battle the other concertgoers. I didn’t even look to see who is at the Fox but there was definitely a smell in the air of, boomer drunks. More on that later…

Apologies to Set It Off I got downtown a little late but luckily I use a parking app and book my spot ahead of time for every show that I can, otherwise, I might’ve almost missed the first song by Sum 41.

Sum 41 can wipe the floor with most bands. Not even remotely kidding. They are awesome players and musicians. They fucking rip. Dave is a god damn monster on lead guitar and his energy is on such a higher level, fucking guy was radiating positive energy. The snarky Canadians have always held a special place in my heart as I’ve always considered myself whatever the cross over is between metal and punk without wearing blue jean vests, ramming cartoon pizza down my gullet, and perfecting the flipped bill baseball cap without using a Youtube tutorial.

As a kid, I was a Skid but they called us “Freaks” also another “F” word that is fucking terrible to call people for any reason. Anyway, just saying it was very easy to identify with the delinquent side of this band which was our introduction to them driving around in Ontario squirting people with squirt guns. That was totally a thing we were doing. If we lived in the same town we would be having squirt gun wars and probably trying to steal pizza from Jim’s Galley or Pizza Bob’s.

I fucking love when lighting directors and bands are on page with one another, because of that, I was able to get all sorts of photos from both sets that invoke a lot of the emotion felt in the room. It was chaos of the veteran pop-punk variety. And you might say to yourself “Sherburt, it’s pop-punk how chaotic can it be?” In which I say “You’re kidding right? Okayyyy”. Hopefully, you didn’t say that yourself though. The difference is simple when bands like this are celebrating 20 years, the parents at Knuckle Puck are not in the back. They’re upfront getting squished by balding crowd surfers while middle-aged photographers dodge gigantic security guards catching millennials like medicine balls. It’s a sight to see because it is sold out all the way to the ceiling at the Fillmore and it is only getting louder, and I’m feeling fantastic drinking a double captain and coke and a Liquid Death while witnessing the hilarity of my generation reverting to 2000 and I am hopelessly blissful and blinded by the beauty of the corniest shit ever. If I wasn’t wearing a mask it would be hilarious seeing my stupid ass grin on my face. Nostalgia is our livelihood here at I Like Their Old Stuff. Thought it was obvious!

The still above of Cone using my shoulder to lean on happened when they lit the house lights and revealed the crowd lit up so I turned around to get that photo and Cone came up and here ya go. It came from the stories by The Fillmore, thanks to PJ. If ya blinked ya missed it. But this shit was hilarious and it happens sometimes these weird interactions. And that’s how it should be! There is no reason to treat the photographers like we’re paparazzi. We’re not. Most of us just love this music and bands and like documenting it and building our repertoire while giving these artists visual elements in return. Hey, some of us get paid. Some of us work for reputable publications. Some of us are hobbyists. Some of us are Gonzo-inspired dill weeds, that’s us! Now right after this moment, something happened and for that, the tone will change for a moment, and just know this is coming from the hardcore kid in me that just wants you dorks to be safe at shows.

Caution, rant inbound… Stage diving vs Crowd Surfing and Crowd Surfing etiquette… this came up while I was shooting these three songs. Mainly because security almost completely missed a crowd surfer. So I will take the time and talk about crowd surfing for a second. First off, it is stupid. Secondly, you can’t guarantee someone will catch you. Unlike stage diving, you depend on the employees of the venue to do so. Now, if you’re still going to open your camera phone up and take pictures of yourself while exhorting your god complex onto your fellow concertgoers, you need to think of one single thing. TIMING! If you are thrust into the air 6 feet from the barricade, you’re not necessarily giving security the time to catch you. If you’re going to do it, do a good 20-30 feet from the front. Give them time to catch you. Sometimes, the pit is even lower than the dancefloor, so you might add that you’re falling further than 6 feet. This is why I prefer stage diving. Stage diving is unique to only a few genres. Everyone at those shows knows that if you’re up front, you’re dodging every limb in the venue and entire bodies landing on you, and we love doing it. There was an issue in the late 90s with this and a lot of people got hurt and a few even died. Throwing someone up into a crowd surf a few feet from the barricade is just amateur shit, and I want us to be better. Also, we want you to be safe! We want the employees of the venue to be safe. And we want the artists to be safe also. I personally have had images in the past submitted for court cases about this kind of shit because someone went to a hardcore show and didn’t understand that people jump off the stage, and got injured.

After the chaos of the first three songs The Sums busted into a ripper of a set including playing a trio of their fastest skate punk songs including “ANIC”, “Never Wake Up”, and “THT”. I spent the last evening with the longest hair I’ve had in decades whipping it during these songs. Patiently awaiting my favorite song by them “No Reason” and once they started playing “Pieces” I knew I had to go. I fucking lost my shit. I slammed the rest of my double captain and coke and like a dipshit ran down all the way to the bottom dance floor and bolted directly into the pit and got annihilated in a very humbling way. By the time my fat stoned tipsy ass got into the pit I was so fucking winded I lasted the way I would if the same amount of time since pitting was also sexual healing time. Once I could catch my breath “Pieces” was over I then slowly got back through an opening of the crowd where I would scream the entirety of “No Reason” and I apologize to anyone around me at the time, I am tone deaf.

TIME FOR SIMPLE PLAN and the thought is, how the fuck do they follow that? And then they came out and did so, I would think Detroit would prefer the heavier of the two, and I can’t tell you, because normally there’s like a clear response between crowds at shows like who elevated who. I don’t know. Either way, it’s definitive dueling headliners and that makes me stoked as fuck to be here today doing these types of things. Simple Plan just put out their 6th studio album Harder Than It Looks and you can stream it HERE

See this was a huge show for a few reasons, a few days after this show I would celebrate 6 years since a very massive life-changing event. I will not go into detail here, but for reference and those who are not directly close to me, I did talk about it on Instagram last week, especially in regards to the metalheads of Michigan and abroad losing Trevor Strnad. It’s all relative.

This show for me was a celebration of my life and the ability for me to photograph stuff like this and satisfy the miserable 16-year-old I was 22 years ago, fuck 22 years. I will say this if you do decide to look up the importance of this show, last week, and Trevor Strnad through my IG, know that it can be triggering to those with issues dealing with suicide.

If you get a chance to see these two at any point, please do. They’re both in their live show prime. They have mastered THEIR craft and sound and performance style. It’s a fucking really good time and there is an absolute shit ton of crowd participation to keep you off your fucking phone and enjoy this shit like you would have at like a Virgin or Tower Records store 20 years ago for free. Simple Plan was great for about 1/3 of their set and then I got hit with a flying beer can while trying to get to the center of the crowd for a in-pit crowd photo which I saved for them because during Sum 41 I was trying to not die instead of getting the photo. Make sure to go out to any of those remaining dates with tickets left.

www.sum41.com www.officialsimpleplan.com

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[erodasfishtacos]

could u please do like a harry x youtuber/influencer!reader and like lots of fluff🥺

Hi bubbie! Here you go :)))

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Language

Harry was panicking. His mum and sister were going to be here in less than two hours and he’s burnt the eggplant parmigiana he had worked tediously on. 

He grabbed what he had left in his fridge - ground beef, shredded cheddar cheese, and a little bit of bacon. 

It was the type of foods he usually strayed away from so sometimes when his shopper would bring this stuff home - he’d avoid it and admittedly sometimes it would go bad sitting in the fridge.

The singer pulls up YouTube onto his phone - hoping something would come up when he typed in the ingredients on the search bar.

He clicks on the first video by cookingwithnofucks. A chuckle at the name as an advertisement plays.

A cute, bubbly girl appears on screen in a beautiful modern kitchen. She has a shirt on that says ‘fuck the patriarchy and eat pizza’. A high ponytail and minimal makeup.

“Okay - today we’re making a cheeseburger casserole,” the girl chirps, “It’s a heart attack in a dish but it’s so fucking good.”

Harry finds himself smiling as he crinkles his nose - it sounds absolutely disgusting but he’s intrigued more by the girl on the screen.

“Shit, I forgot to introduce myself. Hiii, if you’re new - I’m Y/N and I do cooking shit. Subscribe to my channel and all that jazz,” she titters while cutting open her beef package.

Harry follows along step-by-step, shaking his head as she doesn’t describe the instructions nearly well enough and is generally all over the place.

It’s a fucking cooking channel and at one point the meat starts burning. She just laughs and says, “s’just a little crispy!” 

The casserole turns out looking even better than Y/N’s to be honest. It’s done in just the right amount of time for him to shower before his family arrives.

He makes sure to subscribe to her channel - eyebrows raising when he sees that she has 16 million subscribers.

Harry wanted to spend longer, looking at her social media but there was a fixed time so he locked his phone and went to get ready.

**

Anne - always the sweetheart just tells Harry that the casserole is delicious even as a bit of grease runs down her fork from the fatty meats.

Gemma wasn’t as kind, grimacing at the casserole and remarking, “You truly are turning into an American, huh?”

**

Laying in bed that night, Harry swipes back onto YouTube. Going back to the page he just subscribed to - under a pseudonym. He clicks on another video.

“Uh, okay. So I’m cooking...fuck, it’s called unicorn bark. It looks like a magical animal puke but it looks delicious so we’re going to try it.”

Harry realizes he’s been watching this girl cook for nearly an hour. Different videos from desserts to dinners.

She curses like a sailor, fucks up almost every recipe, and makes a mess everywhere. But she’s smiling and talkative which makes him quite memorized by her.

**

“I hate editing,” Y/N groans, letting her head fall dramatically against the desktop. Her best friend and dog looked at her oddly.

“I keep saying you need to hire someone, you stubborn bitch,” Laney retorts, clicking through her Instagram feed.

“Fuck off,” she tells her friend with no real heat. The video was almost fully edited - how to make spicy as fuck jalapeño poppers.

There is a calm silence for a while until Laney gasps, “Holy shit.”

“What is it?” Y/N asks, not really caring as she clicks her mouse to trim a segment.

“Harry fucking Styles just followed you on Instagram and Twitter!” Laney shouts, her dog - Rufus popping his head up in confusion.

Y/N looks at her friend to see if she’s really serious and sees no signs of deception. “Oh my god,” Y/N replies. She loved Harry Styles in One Direction and as a solo artist - a fangirl if you will.

Y/N was a well-known influencer and has run in the circles of many celebrities. She’s even met Liam Payne but she’s never been able to bump into Harry.

Her alerts tell her it to be true, she swallows as she looks back up at Laney, “He dm’ed me.”

“Open it! What did he say?” She squeals, squeezing herself on the chair next to her, peering over her shoulder at the phone.

Y/N is a bit nervous, trying not to have a mini aneurysm as she opens the message thread.

HarryStyles: Hello. Just wanted to let you know that your cheeseburger casserole recipe saved my ass last night. Cheers x

“He’s totally coming onto you,” Her friend states instantly, bouncing excitedly - she also had a bit of a crush on the singer.

It takes the two of them a minute to cool their shit before Y/N manages a reply.

Y/N/LN: Well I guess it’s only fair. Your songs have made a few of my nights much better. I’m a bit of a slut for Fine Line.

Harry laughs behind his screen at the cheeky reply he gets back. He’s usually never this forward - especially on social media where he likes to fly under the radar.

HarryStyles: Well if you fancy my music that much, I totally love for you to come to a show. I’m performing in New York City in two weeks.

“This has to be a joke, right?” Y/N sputters to her friend, eyes wide at the invite to a concert she already had tickets to.

Y/N/LN: I’m not going to lie, I already have tickets to the show. However, I don’t have any backstage passes to meet the man of the hour. Do you know someone who can hook me up?

It does wonders for Harry’s narcissism to know that she already had tickets for his concert. Was he really going to do this? He hasn’t met up with some like this since his One Direction days.

He had to remind himself - she may just be friendly and take this as a totally casual interaction. Which would be normal, Harry really shouldn’t be so infatuated with someone he’s watched cook on social media.

HarryStyles: I think I can arrange that. Shoot me your number? I’ll have them sent digitally to you with instructions on how to get backstage.

Y/N is a bit dumbfounded at how fast they agreed to meet up. A harmless backstage tour - he could just be a fan of hers and totally not interested, right?

**

Over the next few weeks, they never really stop texting. Harry sends her pictures of the recipes he copies off her channel - that usually always look better than the original. He sends her clips of him goofing around during tour rehearsal. FaceTimes her when he’s finally home for the night.  

She sends him videos of her watching Harry Styles Best Moment Part Five. A few photos she snaps throughout the city of him on billboards and buildings, in Times Square. YN facetimes him when she’s frustrated with filming or watched a sad movie.

It didn’t make sense to either of them how seamlessly they’d clicked - especially without meeting. They were a perfect balance for each other. Harry - laidback, organized, level-headed. Y/N - eccentric, all over the place, adventurous. 

Jeff had told him that he’s been gaining media attention from his social media interactions with Y/N. They like each other’s photos, begin following each other’s friends, and comment goofy things on their posts.

“Listen, I have a great idea,” Y/N begins - which Harry learned is never good. “You should film a video with me sometime.”

Y/N knew she was going out on a limb and instantly regretted the questions she’d been building the courage to ask for days when it’s quiet on his end. There’s static for a moment and Y/N needs to fill the silence.

“It was - I was just, uh, I know you’re probably too busy. I was -“ She stutters, embarrassment flooding her.

Harry cuts her off, “I’d love to.”

“Yo-you would?” She asks timidly. Was she really going to have Harry Styles in her apartment? If so, should she take down her poster?

He laughs sweetly, “Why do you sound so surprised? I can’t wait to come to New York, love.”

Y/N giggles, “Not the fact that you’re performing in front of a sold out crowd at MSG? I don’t think seeing me will top that.”

“I’ve been looking forward to meetin’ you in person since I came across your channel. You so lovely,” Harry replies, his voice a little softer but more serious.

“I’m nervous,” Y/N admits, picking at a thread in her jeans.

“Me too,” Harry murmurs, despite not wanting to admit it - he wanted her to know this was new territory for both of them. He didn’t want her to think that this was something that he did often. But a little too prideful to admit it’s the first time he’s ever done something quite like this.

“What if you don’t like me?” Y/N whispers, she...well she didn’t compare to the models he’s been seen with before. She’s regretfully fell into the rabbit hole of looking up his past flings and relationships.

Harry barks out a disbelieving laugh, “You can’t be serious, darling. I’ve been gone for you since I saw you burn that ground beef.”

**

Harry was having a bad day - scratch that. An awful one. He tried to go get coffee at eight in the morning and got bombarded by fans, he left the shop without even ordering. They followed him back to his car and it took him fifteen minutes to pull out.

His favorite Mickey Mouse Gucci suitcase he was bringing along on tour had busted. The zipper unraveling and the trim falling off as a result. It was a one-of-a-kind.

Then he’d been stuck on a Skype meeting about tour merchandise with a group of business partners for the last three hours - all he wanted was a fucking nap.

When Y/N’s contact vibrated across his screen, he’s itching to answer but declines as he needs to give these people his attention.

When she calls again, Harry feels a prickle of annoyance. It’s not even at her - to be quite honest. It’s just the shitty day and everything’s piling up.

He always got like this before he kicked off a tour - stress level maxed out and his ability to handle minor incidents nearly shot.

I’m busy

Okay! Sorry, just have a super exciting surprise for you, bub! 

I really do not feeling like talking. I’d rather be left alone.

Oh, alright. Hope everything’s okay! Do you still want to facetime later?

Harry leaves her on read because he doesn’t want to slip up and take out his frustration on her. He’d been known to do that and he didn’t want her to think he was anything but besotted with her.

**

Y/N feels a little hesitant as she begins the uploading process to her channel. The red loading bar told her it’d be twenty-minutes before it’s going to be posted to her 16 million subscribers - one of them being Harry himself. 

Twenty-minutes for her to back out and cancel the upload. She starts having doubts about it when Harry never replies to her text which is unlike him. 

She takes Rufus out to avoid staring at the loading screen with unnecessary anxiety and uneasiness.

**

Harry is just getting home from a business dinner with the touring company’s management team. The tension and anxiety from today piling up on his shoulders and he just wants to call Y/N and crash in bed. 

He tosses his keys in the little bowl in the entry and kicks off his dingy white vans to the side. His phone dings with an alert from Gemma.

You two are the literal cutest ever. It’s quite gross.

Harry slides onto a stool in his kitchen, confused by the text message before she’s sending the link to him.

Fine Line Inspired Cupcakes!

Harry isn’t quite sure why his heart starts pounding furiously in his chest. A sinking feeling in his stomach when he realizes that this was probably the surprise she was excited about.

He clicks on the thumbnail.

“Hiiii, it’s Y/N. Okay, well today we are going to bake some Fine Line inspired cupcakes. And if you haven’t listened to the album - get your ass out from rock you’re living under and stream it on Spotify!”

She has her hair down in long, waves and a loose cropped shirt that says TPWK in rainbow embroidery.

Harrys mouth is dry and he can’t take his fucking eyes away from the screen. 

“Soo, I was thinking the first batch would be cherry flavored? ‘Cause he has a song titled ‘Cherry’. Let’s start there. First - I need to find my measuring cups.”

In true Y/N fashion, she scours her kitchen - cussing and yanking stuff out of her neatly organized cabinets before huffing and storming off to the side.

She comes back into view, a little frazzled but smiling when she holds up the ring of plastic measuring spoons, visible bite marks notched into the material.

“My asshole of a dog had a little snack,” Y/N shows the camera before shrugging, “Let’s get this shit started. Okay, you’re going to need one cup of sugar - no wait, two? I can’t read my fucking handwriting.”

Harry’s absolutely enamored by this scatter-brained, giggly girl who manages to produce cute blue and pink cupcakes that very vaguely resembled his album cover. His heart felt a million times too big for his chest.

He was enraptured for the entirety of the thirty minute video without taking his eyes away once.

To be honest, he hadn’t felt this way since his last relationship which was over a year ago at this point.

It’s not even a thought as he’s requesting a FaceTime with Y/N. 

She answers after a few rings. She has a green face mask painted on her nose, chin, and forehead with gold eye masks under each eye. She is so fucking ridiculous it’s not even funny. 

What is even more ridiculous is how gone Harry is realizing he is for her. She was quirky, unfiltered, carefree. If he was honest - he hadn’t met a girl like that in a very long time - especially a well-known influencer.

“Hi! How was your day, grumpy?” Y/N asks brightly, making a goofy face as the mask begins to tighten and crack on her skin. Not holding the earlier conversation against him and deciding to just move forward. She understood how stressful it can be.

“M’sorry. I was a bit grumpy,” He admits, “I loved your new video, darling. Did you make those just f’me?”

He can tell she’d be blushing if her face wasn’t covered, a bit bashful as she mutters, “You already know I did it for you.”

“You’re too sweet to me, only six days until we meet,” Harry replies, voice taking on a slow, lazy drawl. 

“Six days,” Y/N repeats, eyes crinkling as she smiles with excitement.

**

“Is this outfit too much?” Y/N panics. Even though there’s literally nothing she can do about it - they’re already walking towards the backstage entrance of the massive arena. It’s still about two hours until the show starts but Harry requested her to come earlier.

Laney sighs, “For the millionth time, you look fucking sexy and Harry’s going to want to rail you right when he sees you.”

Y/N shoves her lightly with a faux annoyance as they meet up with a burly man who’s blocking the entrance to the backstage hallway and rooms.

She gives him their names and pulls up the passes on her phone before he’s nodding with any expression and letting them pass.

They’re not quite sure where to go from here so they begin to wander down the long hallway toward what looks to be the main area that people are milling about.

Y/N is nearly on the ground when someone rounds the corner without looking and walks right into her. Both of them let out huffs of air as they collide and attempt to stabilize themselves.

But there are large hands grasping her arms and holding her steady. In typical Y/N fashion she’s already cursing, “fuckin like a brick wall, look out next time.”

Then she’s looking up to Harry staring back down at her with an amused expression. He doesn’t let go of her and instead tugs her against his bare chest. He’s warm and a bit sweaty - like he’d just worked out. He was only in a pair of thin, running shorts, nike tennis shoes, and a little clip holding his hair off of his face.

Y/N can’t help but wrap her arms around his waist, returning the embrace and amazed by how right it feels to be in his arms. Her face tucks right against his collarbone and it’s like they’d known each other for years.

Pictures and videos don’t do this man justice. He’s gorgeous - sharp edges and dark inked skin. Tall and muscular but dimples that are carved in his cheeks. 

“Nice to meet you, m’Harry,” Harry rumbles, removing one hand from Y/N’s shoulder to reach out his hand to her friend.

Laney shakes his hand before asking, “Laney. I’ll leave you two lovebirds be. Where’s the food?”

Harry chuckles against Y/N’s wavy hair, “Down the hall to the left.”

Laney’s trailing off without another glance, she was very food motivated despite her skinny frame. Also not wanting to intrude of the very personal first moments of their meeting.

The popstar pulls back to look down at the girl he’s fallen for in mere weeks. She’s as beautiful as he thought she'd be - if not more. He can’t help himself, “Would it be too forward to kiss you?”

Y/N smiles widely, running a hand along his jawline, “I’ve wanted you to kiss me since you stayed up on FaceTime with me until two in the morning as I cried after watching The Notebook - despite me seeing it a million times.”

Harry ducks forward to press his lips softly to her, large hands come to cup the side of her face as they connect. He’s so gentle as he moves his mouth against hers. In true Y/N fashion, she’s bold and has no hesitation slipping her tongue into his mouth.

He’s so fucking in love with her. It doesn’t make much sense - it’s definitely not logical but he’s realizing that’s okay.

“Oii, get a room!” Someone shouts from down the hallway teasingly.

Harry flips them the middle finger and pulls back, pink lips swollen and puffy, dimples on full display, “Let me take you out to dinner after the show, darling.”

“You going to wine and dine me, Styles?” Y/N giggles, unable to contain the pleasant warmness he’s spreading through her body. 

“Mmm, have t’make sure you’ll want to keep me,” Harry murmurs happily against her lips once again, pressing kiss after kiss to her to make sure she’s real, “Definitely want to keep you.”

Y/N bites teasingly at his bottom lip, hand planted on the soft but firm skin of his stomach, “You’re never getting rid of me, hope you know that.”

“Was hoping you’d say that, now let me introduce you to my band.”

                                  -- ---- ---- -- 1 year later - -- --- --- --

“Hi bitches! Today is a super special day. We have the one, the only Harry Styles filming with us. I know that’s not really that special since he’s on here all the time with me. But we’re celebrating our one year anniversary!” Y/N smiles, bumping hips with Harry who stands dutifully next to her. 

Anyone viewing can see the absolute heart-eyes and adoration he has for the girl standing next to him. He’s still as lovestruck and gone for her as he was the first time they met. Harry’s fans were thrilled - for the first time in years, he’d opened up again.

They weren’t very public on social media beside’s tagging each other in memes and posting the occasional picture. Y/N was constantly uploading cooking videos from wherever in the world she was with Harry on his tour, she’d also begin making vlogs about different foods she’s been experiencing.

---

“Okay, so here in Peru - they’re known to have this really fucking spicy beef with noddles. So obviously, I’m going to make Harry try it first,” Y/N laughs as she props the camera up on the side of the table on a napkin holder.

Harry - who has a concert in a few hours - frowns at the steaming dish in front of him, “Darling, I don’t want to try it first. It’s going to burn my mouth. Not gonna be able to sing.”

“You’re sucha baby sometimes,” Y/N rolls her eyes, slurping up the noodles with her fork while making a silly face at her boyfriend. She pulls back, straight-faced, “It’s not hot at all. Tastes amazing, though.”

Harry takes that as an initiative to shovel a spoonful into his mouth. It only takes half a moment until his taste buds erupt in fiery flames from the spices, “You bloody little brat, y’tricked me! It’s so fuckin’ hot!”

Y/N smiles widely, laughing much too loudly in the restaurant when Harry chugs the glass of water next to the plate while glaring at his love. “I’m sorry, s’just to easy with you, lovie,” She replies, leaning over the table to press a kiss to his lips. 

He’s a sucker for her and kisses her right back despite his mouth being an inferno. His heart was on fire for her and that burned much more intensely.

---

“No, love. The instructions say baking soda, not baking powder. They’re not the same thing,” Harry sighs, attempting to read her scribbled, sloppy handwriting. She’d already spilled milk on half of the paper.

“S’interchangeable, right?” Y/N hums, cracking an egg into the bowl and Harry automatically knows to look to fish out the eggshells that’d she’d let slip in because she sucks at cracking eggs but always wants to do it.

Harry reaches over her, grabbing the vanilla extract and a teaspoon, “It’s not, baby. Lemme do this real quick.”

“Will you make me a grilled cheese after this?” She asks, nuzzling into his side and wrapping her arms around his waist as he finishes adding the wet ingredients to their bowl. Harry stopped questioning her thought process a long time ago.

Harry swipes his finger into the mixture of icing off to the side and rubs it right onto her nose, cackling at her pout and squeaking when she pinches at the fleshy skin of his hips. She in turn dips her finger into the sugary cream and pops it right into her mouth.

Harry eyes darken, watching her lips purse as she sucks off the icing. It was a dirty move on Y/N’s part and she knows it. It has her boyfriend dragging an icing-covered thumb along her collarbone before leaning down to slowly lick up the sugary trail with his tongue.

When Y/N slides her fingers into his hair and lets out a pretty moan, Harry’s standing back up, trailing over to the tripod and saying into the camera, “We’ll be back after a little commercial break,” and is then turning off the record button.

It takes little to no time for Harry to have Y/N’s bum on the countertop, mouth on her neck, and hand in-between her thighs.

And when they finally posted a very edited final cut of the video - well there may be a couple of fans who notice the how flushed Y/N is halfway through and a lovely purple mark on Harry’s neck that wasn’t there in the beginning of the video.

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[chimielie]

kita + 7 (are you hitting on x for me?) + meet cute + coffeeshop au!!! i get that this might be a handful so i understand if you scrap it :)

i wanted to request sold to inarizaki but you crossed that out 😞 (/j)

surprise! i'm still doing these ahaha i'm so sorry. so so sorry. that's all i've got slkdfjsj tysm <3 sorry no one was sold to inarizaki in the making of this fic

kita shinsuke + “are you hitting on x for me?” + coffeeshop au + meet-cute (fic)

You’ve always loved the rain.

While you know that it’s bad for business— especially during the first few days of the wet season, as everyone stays inside and tries to acclimate to colder temperatures and gray skies, you can’t help but smile to yourself as you lean your elbow on the counter and watch the heavens open outside. The soft music perpetually playing during open hours is only complemented by the sound of tapping on the windows and roof, relaxing you so much you nearly forget that you’re supposed to be working when someone walks in the door.

You straighten up when you realize that your view of the street has been obscured by— oh, my.

He has greyish hair, layered underneath with jet black, a frame that suggests a healthy balance of hard muscle and softness, and a book tucked beneath his arm. You notice that despite the deluge and a noticeable lack of umbrella, he’s somehow not wet, and for one wild second you wonder if he’s a god from the old stories, here to test your human kindness. Then you return to your senses and remember that you share an overhang with the neighboring business.

“Hello,” you say, somewhat belatedly as he’s already nearly reached your countertop. “I hope your day’s going well.”

“It is,” he says, voice as melodious and even as the patter of raindrops outside. “How about yours?”

“Oh, it’s great,” you say, and your eye contact lingers just a little too long. “Anyway, what can I do for you?”

“A black coffee and, ah, one’a these, please,” he says, picking up a newspaper from the stand on his side of the counter and sliding it halfway to you. You tap the screen of the register, then read off his total, inwardly cringing as you revert to your customer service voice automatically. “Oh, and just a little sugar and cream, if that’s okay.”

“No,” you say, a grin teasing the corners of your mouth. “You have to drink it as bitter as possible, didn’t you know? Store policy.”

“By all means, then,” he says, eyes twinkling. Those eyes look like café au lait, you thought, turning your face away from him so he won’t see the way your mind is spinning over simple coffee-colored eyes. You stare at coffee all day, every day; you should be desensitized, even to such a beautiful shade in a beautiful face.

Café au lait, café au lait, café au lait.

Those gentle, knowing eyes remain in your head while you make the drink, and when you’re handing it out to him you realize with no small amount of mortification that you’ve made him a café au lait. You jerk your hand back last minute, hissing as scalding coffee pours over your palm and wrist.

“Is everything okay? Are you okay?” He half-rises from his seat, looking so concerned you could just die from embarrassment.

“I just realized… I made you the wrong drink — you have the easiest order ever, too, this is so… I’m so sorry, sir, I’ll fix that, and-and let me get you your money back, gosh—”

You’re not even sure if your rambling is sensical as you back away from him, resisting the urge to smack yourself on the head for fear that you’ll look even crazier to him — Kita, he’d said his name was, even though there was no one else in the shop. He even has an attractive name for crying out loud. You want to go home and un-live this experience.

“Alright, here’s your coffee,” you say, holding out a black coffee containing spare amounts of sugar and cream. “I’m so, so sorry about that, and here’s your money, too. I hope you weren’t in any kind of rush; I apologize again.”

“Don’t worry,” says Kita, a kind smile on his face. “And please, keep the money. I like to pay for my drinks. It wasn’t any trouble, so don’t stress yourself about it.” He’s nice, too. You’re sure your face is hot enough to steam right now. Perhaps you should go and take a walk in the rain.

“No, please, it’s on the house,” you insist, still holding out the money. “Besides, it was all my fault — if you won’t consider it for the time taken, consider it for the very great pleasure a pair of fine eyes can give. Uh.”

You clamp your lips shut. Oh, you’ve done it now. You sound deranged, quoting Pride & Prejudice to this stranger. You really need that walk in the rain.

He laughs; not a polite, restrained laugh, though it’s not a shocked burst either. He simply sounds… happy. Happy to hear you spend five minutes being an absolutely nonsensical wreck of a human being, if you can believe it. You nearly can’t.

“If you phrase it like that, I guess I can’t refuse. But I’m sure I’ll be back to repay ya.” He takes a sip of his coffee, savoring it. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

You wave faintly as he exits the shop, bell on the door jingling cheerfully and a flash of bright eyes looking at you through the window before he passes out of sight. Perhaps, you muse out loud to yourself, that wasn’t so bad.

Kita keeps his word — you weren’t sure he would, being apparently a man bound by great politeness to soothe a frazzled barista, but he does, and far sooner than you’d thought he would. The next day, he walks in again, still untouched by the tempest outside. He orders the same thing and doesn’t seem to notice when you give him a twenty percent discount, and this time you keep yourself together enough to have a pleasant (if short) conversation with him and make his drink correctly. He comes in the next day, and the next day again, and the next and the next and the next.

He comes in when it’s busy and when it’s empty, when the sun finally makes its return under weak cloud cover, when you’re not working the register and then he simply smiles at you while he takes his daily newspaper from the stack. It was difficult from the get-go, but now you’re starting to have serious concerns that you’re developing real feelings for a customer. You wonder if he’d still come in for black coffee if there were pigs flying in the sliver of sky you can see from the storefront window.

While you’re in certainly more than the average employee, even a small business owner has to take a break sometime. You can’t resist coming in to check in on your beloved coffee shop and are pleased to see it buzzing with activity, enough that you don’t want to trouble your employees by ordering something yourself. Instead, you walk outside to check out the other shops in the area.

Next to you is a bookstore, which you haven’t visited since the week you moved in. The owner had been away, then, visiting his grandmother in the country, so you’d made your introductions to his interim manager, a friendly man named Ojiro. You’d also left a bag of roast beans and a voucher for a huge number of free pastries that you’re not sure had ever been used, topped with a card stating well wishes for the owner and his family.

Stepping inside, you wish instantly that you’d thought to stop by in between. The store has a beautiful ambiance and the sweet smell of books permeates the air. You head straight for the shelves, losing yourself quickly in deciding what you want to buy.

“Can I help you find anythin’?” You look up from a worn copy of Kokoro and feel your face break into a smile without your permission. Across from you, Kita looks equal parts shocked and pleased, his thick eyebrows raised. “Oh, hello.”

“Hi,” you say, somewhat shyly. “Um— actually, yes, do you have…”

He leads you through the stacks with a natural air of confidence; never over-inflated or egoistic, just like he knows where everything in the store is or goes. As you walk, he picks up stray books and reshelves them without pausing, keeping up a natural flow of conversation as he asks about your current reads or past favorites.

In the end, you buy three books, and he walks all the way to the register with you. He must be really dedicated to making this sale, you think.

“Heya!” The cashier is a blond man with a sparkling smile who looks just a few years younger than Kita. His nametag, which is askew on his shirt, reads Miya. He must be related to one of your employees — the same last name, and the same face. “Oh, you’re the coffee person, right?”

“I suppose I am,” you say, setting down your choices on the counter. You’re neighbors, after all, it wouldn’t be surprising if he recognized you from visiting his brother or getting coffee.

“I gotta say, you’ve got great taste in books,” says Miya. “Not that I’d know, I can’t read — that’s a joke, don’t worry — but I’m sure Kita-san approves. He does like someone who’s as into words as he is.”

“I hope he does,” you smile at Kita, who has stepped behind the counter to organize a stack of books. “He helped me pick them out.”

“You already knew what you wanted, I just made a few suggestions. One, really.”

“Ooh,” Miya waggles his eyebrows. “The ol’ customer service trick. Ya sly fox, you.”

“Be professional,” chastises Kita, but there doesn’t seem to be much heart in it, and the tips of his ears are an enchanting shade of pink. You have to tear your eyes away and focus on your own hands so that you don’t say anything stupid or accidentally tip two hundred percent.

Atsumu seems to notice it as well.

“Hey, you must be a library book,” he says loudly, and you wrinkle your eyebrows, confused.

“Atsumu, this is a book shop,” says Kita helplessly. He is ignored.

“Because he can’t stop checkin’ you out!” That startles a laugh out of you.

“Thank you? I think?” Atsumu nods at you wisely, sidestepping his coworker’s fumbling attempt at nudging him into ceasing. Kita seems to be blushing more now, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips even as he seems unable to make eye contact with you.

“Your total will be thirty-three-hundred yen,” the younger man tells you. “Also, Kita-san, d’you wear glasses?”

“Clearly not?”

“Maybe you should, ‘cause—” Kita claps a hand over Atsumu’s mouth. You think you hear something like phone rent faintly escape the gag, but it makes no sense, so you can’t be sure.

“Are you hitting on me… for him?” You ask, amused. His reply is enthusiastic but incomprehensible.

“Atsumu, thank you, I can take it from here. You should take your break now. Goodbye.” Atsumu is shoved in the direction of the back room, and disappears with a cheeky salute and one last eyebrow wiggle.

“I’m so sorry, his twin took all the brains in the womb. It’s a very serious medical condition.”

“I’m sure,” you say, mock-seriously. “But I appreciated the effort. It was cute—”

“Ya thought he was cute?” Kita looks up at you with sharp eyes.

“—Even if it was by proxy. I wouldn’t mind it directly from you, next time, if there were a next time. Uh. Yes.”

“Yes,” Kita says, like the word’s a revelation. “Yes. Um. Your receipt.”

“Oh, I don’t need it,” you say, but he’s holding it out, so you take it, tucking it under the front cover of one of your books and scooping them into your arms. “Thank you, Kita.”

“Thank you,” he bows shortly. “Come by anytime.”

It’s only when you open the book and the receipt comes fluttering out that two things come to light. Firstly, forty percent had been taken off your total. Employee discount was noted next to the calculations. You suppose he had noticed all the times you’d charged less for his coffees. Secondly, there’s handwriting on the thin sheet of printed paper.

Kita Shinsuke. (xxx) xxx-xxxx. I hope this isn’t presumptuous.

Next to it, the writing much smaller, as though he didn't want you to actually read it:

It would be a Crime and Punishment not to take you out.

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