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literally-noone83 · 8 months

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Learn to Take a Break

Justin Russo × Fem!reader

About: Justin is know for his intelligence and ceaseless academic success. As his girlfriend you have become mindful of when his "effortless efforts" become a little too much. You just hadn't realised he'd do the same for you...

Word Count: Short and sweet (in my opinion).

Warnings: None.

Author's Note: It's been too long. I have just finished exams and currently still working on outside projects. I already take a long time to write and with extra things on top, leisurely writing has been little to none. This Justin fic is an old one I wrote. I was going to do more with it but the scenario was small and I thought where it ended was fine; concise and sweet. So, why not post it. I have other fics lined up and started, hopefully I'll be able to finish a few of them over the weekends.

OK enjoy!

Justin always seemed to excell in everything with ease.

Wizarding homework? Done.

High school assignment? All good.

Extracurricular activities? All planned.

Secondary wizardry studies? On the job.

Yes, there were mornings—most mornings—he'd announce the immense importance of an upcoming task; exam, project, paper, competition and of its integral part I plays for him a student, a wizard, a student body president and most significantly, as himself. His parents would nod thoughtfully or sigh at their son's dramatisation though nevertheless glad. Max would be clueless, until Alex makes her groan or snide comment diminishing the entire fiasco and then he'd agreeing.

You knew this was the routine. It was just how things worked. But when lucky enough to be present, bored enough to have shown up just a little bit earlier just to see him and walk with him, you'd ask what's it about. Whether he told you with lit eyes or stressed creased over his complexion, you'd grab his hand discretely in front of his family—always a little shy from public affection—gliding your thumb over his knuckles before assuring him it'll be great...

Becoming his girlfriend, you've been allowed to see different sides to the perfect Russo member.

Despite the prestine and perfect image he's built himself, and despite true to his confident and at time self righteousness, to get there was built of stress and the crippling fear of failure.

The hours he'd spend quizzing himself had worried you the moment you found his asleep at his desk, palm cards stuck to his face. At most times, you'd notice he'd get so caught up in a particular project fixation he'd forget to eat in spite of his advocacy for healthy balances. One day building a diorama of a play and you visited to hang out, a casual question of what he had to lunch revealed he hadn't even eaten a proper meal all day—frighteningly casual and perpetually distracted. There were times you'd have to spend a large amount of time at the edge of his bed reminding him—face down on his pillow, wallowing after a day of outrage and devastation—that a B is still great!

Justin wasn't a child, he could mane his own decisions and his drive and ambition is admirable. But it grew as a habit; anytime you'd notice he was a little too focus on a task, meaning hasn't moved in hours kinda focus—his eyes narrowed, brows forever wrinkled tightly, lips thin or a tongue poked out in concentration—you found a small peck on the cheek brought him back. Soft and quick, the small action made him sit back or hum to let you know he's still conscious. Gently asking him how's he going, to remind him of the present. Not to push so hard or be so constraint on himself.

Almost second nature. When you'd rant to him about something that happened that day, the weird interaction with some stranger, or the banter with his siblings, or some frivolous topic or hobby you wanted to vent about your fascination with it—when you realised he'd gone silent. Without even meaning to, he'd drift off on something bugging him or weighing on his mind, you'd approach him casually before pecking him, "What are you thinking about?" you'd whisper. He'd always blink a few times before answering. Quick to apologise and explain. Other times you'd walk in on him studying or what not and you'd duck down to him and plant one on him. "Have you taken a break yet?" and he'd lie before giving in from the innate guilt then promising he would in about 10 minutes.

His vacant, distant eyes, he always appeared to be in a different world. So vastly out of reach from you, at some point you believed he hadn't even noticed you were doing this. You thought he couldn't even feel your lips. He probably didn't even notice.

Late afternoon, the sun hung low. The rays if sunset, it's warmth slowly seeped out from the windows. Drawing away from your never moving figure on the couch. The loss of light prompted the dawning of loss fall over your mind and stomach. The day was coming to a close and it churned your insides painfully.

You had an assignment you had to finish. You were never as pedantic or forward as Justin, so today was the day you spent majority of sun light working on it. It always took longer than it ever needs to be, and it didn't help that time was clearly escaping you.

Hasty steps to the light switch to grant sight, hasty steps back amidst all the papers and text books laid over the coffee table and floor.

Suddenly the door clicked open. It was Theresa and Jerry, Mrs Russo bantering this time about the very questionable hygiene of her husband after witnessing him eat a chip from the ground. Of course, realising your presence they chimed a polite 'Oh hey Y/n' before resuming in the kitchen. Max walked in joyed to see you, glad informing you of some new strange encounter he had with some stranger—made a bet with some guy in a fast food mascot suit and now he's his 'mortal enemies' he plans to show up with his own hot dog costume. Alex and Harper wondered it, only for Alex to groan at your studious state, 'ugh not you too', accompanied by the red head's unrelenting chipper greeting, before following her friend to grab a snack.

Last was Justin. You heard his voice you missed too much to say—he was eager to see you, going about how in their wizard lesson he had progressed another level, his joyous one upping on Alex and so on. You could only hum as you did with the others, eyes still strained on your paper, your hand still cramped from continuously running the led along the page. He stopped, noticing your distance.

"Y/n, have you... been doing this all day?"

Sat on the couch, he stared at the back of your head, just catching your answering hum.

"Babe," he said seriously, leaning forward to see your face, "have you even taken a break?"

Your small pause before making another noise, he already knew that meant you hadn't.

He stood up to walk around you, "You need to have periodic increments of rest, or you'll exhaust yourself." He said mindfully, picking up a strayed textbook.

You scoffed at him, and he looked at you. Eyes still gliding over the blocks of texts, chaste and frantic cross-checking as you wrote. "So hypocritical." You said loud enough for him to hear and Justin rolled his eyes admittedly.

He closed the book and placed it down. He carefully shuffled some books out of the way, conscious in making sure you still can see the pages you left open. Then moved to sit beside you on the floor, criss crossed, his knee nudges yours softly. Justin waits. He looks back at his family too absorbed in their own conversations before resting on your concentrating self. Brows furrowed, thined lips and darting distant eyes. You're stressed, you're tired. He could see it, he could feel it.

He leans in close, and his breath fans your face and his lips are pressed against your cheek softly. His ever so fleetingly gentle his lips is sudden against your skin and your pulled from your work. He moves away just enough to see your face, "You're right, I am." He's smug, smiling as he finally greets your gaze. "But someone told me it's not good to push yourself so hard."

You wiped your cheeks and let out a breathy laugh to cover up your redness. The method was much more effective than you thought. "They sound smart."

"She is, very smart. But she's also tired and stressed."

As his voice grew serious you finally faced him. He was centimetres apart, and each of you let your eyes dance around your complexions, soaking in your presence.

"Didn't realise how effective that..."

"It's very effective."

The chatter in the background, the aroma of the beginning of dinner. It felt like a blanket was over the two and you couldn't help but indulge in just being there with him. A long awaited break—the hole in your chest seemed to relent, dissipating as you drank in his warmth. So this is how it felt. You didn't realise how much you needed it till that moment with him.

"I missed you."

The peaks of his lips tugged, smiling at you as his eyes landed briefly on your lips.

"Me too." He said before connecting his small smile to yours.

#justin russo #justin #wizards of waverly places #wizard #wowp #fanfiction #fluff #alex russo #max russo #disney channel #disney

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pumpkin-memories · 1 year

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My brain kind of exploded when I discovered that Twitter thread collecting clips from BL audio dramas in which Yoshitsugu Matsuoka (Vash's voice actor) acted out gay sex scenes (because Trigun Stampede's fandom is the horniest fandom in the world), and I could only wonder, as I listened to those breathy moans, "What the hell is the context of Japanese culture that lets this sort of thing even exist?"

Through googling, I found an article on animenewsnetwork.com that addresses this exact question: an "Answerman with Justin Sevakis" column about the art and business of BL audio dramas.

The question: "So this is something that I've always wondered about, most Yaoi manga tend to get adapted into drama cds or BL cds as some would like to call them. The male voice actors in these things (like Kamiya Hiroshi and Daisuke Ono) tend to be quite popular in anime fandom and have voiced many popular anime characters. Any reason why they lend their voices to these things? Is it to boost their popularity or to make extra cash?"

The answer: "Presumably straight voice actors take on gay roles for the same reason other straight actors take on gay roles, and why gay actors take on straight roles: because it's their job to act like someone they are not, and to pretend to do things they are not doing.

On-screen actors regularly have to make out with people they're not attracted to. All a voice actor has to do is say a few steamy lines and breathe heavily into a microphone, well away from human contact. Their character may do a whole host of things that they, themselves, are not into. The character could be evil, and could torture and kill people. Their character could be really weak-willed and stupid and let themselves be taken advantage of. None of that might line up with who the voice actor is, or who they want to be. But that doesn't matter, because they're an actor.

Anybody who has seriously studied acting can tell you that an actor's job is to empathize with their character, not judge them. Their job is to find the things within themselves that can bring that character to life. This can require them to do things -- sometimes physically -- that they might not want to do themselves. It is not real, and it is not them doing it. For them, it is work. Sometimes, it's very rewarding work.

Drama CDs have been around nearly as long as CDs. (I can't find evidence of drama LPs, but perhaps those existed too.) Often a manga publisher will commission a drama CD to see if there's enough of a fanbase to make an anime. Sometimes they're just made to supplement a franchise. They do sell, sometimes quite well, which means money for everybody. Radio dramas still exist in Japan (and indeed, many countries), and so drama CDs are pretty common things. There was even a drama CD for Perfect Blue, which was actually the drama-within-a-drama series the characters were filming, Double Bind! It's pretty cool.

Yaoi manga usually don't sell in the crazy numbers that more mainstream manga does, but drama CDs are very cheap to make compared to an anime. Even if there's no moving artwork, many fans just want to hear the characters be brought to life in SOME way, and drama CDs are a good way of doing that without having to worry about making back a huge investment.

There are good business reasons to be involved in yaoi. Yaoi fans are extremely passionate, and will likely buy CDs involving the series they like, which a voice actor would get royalties from. Some of those fans may even become a fans of the voice actor, and would then buy their solo CDs, show up at events and get autographs, and follow their work in other works. That's the sort of thing that can really boost a voice actor's career.

Hentai voice acting is, in fact, not something that most successful voice actors want to be caught doing. It pays poorly, it can sully their reputation after the fact, if their image doesn't line up with having dirty material in their filmography. Hentai is mostly voiced by junior level voice actors who are just getting started, and many use pseudonyms. However, nobody is really asking them to take off their clothes, and work is work, so many voice actors do it anyway.

But yaoi is usually not all that dirty. It's clean enough to be aired on television (even if some of it needs to be censored). There really isn't much stigma attached to voicing a yaoi show. Many prominent male voice actors do it, and are quite proud of it. They attend promotional events, assist in marketing the show, and sign autographs on DVDs. And I'm sure they get paid quite handsomely for it."

#weird things #japanese culture #voice acting #seiyuu #bl audio dramas #yaoi

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abronzeagegod · 5 months

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Untitled YA Novel Chapter 12: Infiltrate the Oceanic Institute for Victory

First Chapter || More

11:45 AM local time

Outside the Oceanic Science Institute, Miami, Biscayne, United States of America

Justin tried to adjust the satellite image slightly, and found that it wasn't nearly as difficult or as scary as Mister Collins made it seem. He watched the few little dots labeled as the team flying across rooftops towards the institute.

"Tell them to hold on a second," Justin said as he watched the real-time image of the street. "There's a bus at a stop down the street, they should probably wait until it's passed."

Hira relayed the information and the little dots on the satellite feed stopped moving. Once the bus had resumed its route and passed by, they moved again as Hira navigated them to the closest building to the Institute.

From there, Alt took control of the team and directed them into the grounds. Justin watched the five tiny dots move towards the building and stop outside, presumably at a door.

"Nothing on the scanners about us yet," Mike relayed.

"Good," Alt responded. "Beginning our sweep."

There was a few moments of quiet except for the standard room noises and the beeps from Justin's device. It was interrupted by a message from Mister Collins.

"Mike, remember how we got Justin?"

"Yeah..."

"I'm going to need you to do that for me. The police want to escort me to the station to find my family," the former history teacher said.

"I think this is why Alt wanted subtle," Hira muttered off mic.

Mike puffed out his chest a little. "I have my learner's permit. I got this."

"I'd put my seat belt on," Justin muttered to Hira as he buckled himself into the chair while Mike climbed into the front of the van.

"Here we come!" Mike turned the engine over, and the van rumbled to life.

Justin gripped the armrest tightly and tried to focus on teh task at hand with the infiltration team.

Mike, like Mister Collins, had no sense of subtlety and the van lurched and rocked as he backed up too fast and then switched to drive with reckless speed.

"Those signs are meant to be stopped at, I believe," Hira called from the back of the van to Mike.

"Those are just suggestions," he responded as he turned the wheel and the whole van maneuvered poorly into the alleyway. A few seconds later he slammed on the breaks bringing the van to a screeching and sudden stop.

"This is why he doesn't have a license," Justin said as he checked the area under the seat belt for signs of bruising.

"He has his permit he said," Hira said back.

"Learner's permit," Justin responded. "That means he's only supposed to drive under supervision and really shouldn't be doing what he's doing."

"By the sun," Hira groaned. "Please don't let him drive again."

Mister Collins, somehow, managed to slip into the alleyway and jump into the passenger side of the van with surprising dexterity.

"Young man, kindly gun it," Mister Collins said as he buckled up.

"Yes sir!" Mike said with glee, and the two in the back groaned while they held on for dear life.

Mike followed Mister Collins' directions and stopped just outside the Oceanic Sciences Institute.

Hira focused on the feeds from the infiltration team and tried to keep the dizziness and nausea from the illegal car ride at bay. She found focusing on something solid was good for her stomach.

"Something seems off," Hira muttered. "Alt, check in please."

Justin looked over his own instruments. There was no movement on the satellite feed, except for Mike's insane driving. That was when he noticed that there was no movement at all on his improvised sound device.

"Alt, please respond," Hira said again, louder, more forceful.

"They've crossed into a Silence Aura," Justin said. "Which might be good, since we know we're in the right place."

Hira hummed to herself. There was something off and she couldn't quite put her finger on why. "I don't like this," she said.

"I don't like this either."

Mister Collins climbed into the backseat to look over everything with them. He agreed with Hira's assessment. "There's something going on, and we can't communicate. This is a dangerous enemy we are dealing with."

Justin suddenly noticed movement on the satellite feed. "We have movement by the docks," he announced. "There are people moving towards the boats. It looks like they are carrying something."

Mister Collins let out a small sigh. "We have a team in the building, which is a very big place. We can't communicate with them, so we can't tell them what we know. We also can't tell if they have come under attack or ambush. I don't see another solution."

"Another solution?" Hira asked.

"You have to go in," Mister Collins said with the calm confidence of a man with no other options. "I have to emphasize this, please understand me. Do not engage the Silence. Don't get close. Don't fight them. Just try to find Alt and the team. Are we clear?"

"Yes sir," they all said.

"Good. We need a way to communicate. I assume like good young ones you all have your phones on you?" Mister Collins asked. When everyone nodded, he continued, "Ok, good. We need to have a group text chat. We can't rely on the radios or phone calls."

They exchanged phone numbers, and grabbed some of the extra equipment that the team brought with them. Hira and Mike took an extra baton thing each, and Justin grabbed one of the tasers.

"Group chat," Mike texted out to get the thing started.

“Ok, go in,” Mister Collins said, “and only find Alt. Don’t do anything else.”

“You’re not coming with?” Justin asked.

“I’m an old man, what do you want from me?” Mister Collins asked with a sly smile. “But no. I can’t. The first rule of any of these operations is that the second you lose someone on the outside running ops, you’ve officially botched the entire operation.”

“Really?” Mike asked.

“Absolutely,” Mister Collins answered. “I’ll give you all the rundown on being spies, later, but now you have to go in there and find Alt.”

The group nodded.

“Be safe, but you’re young I know you’re not going to listen to me,” Mister Collins yelled after them.

The three teens ran off, closing the van door behind them.

Then added quietly to himself, "God, I’m old.”

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#my fiction #untitled ya novel #sometimes you have to send the teenagers into a possible eldritch horror battle zone thing #i sympathize a lot with old man mister collins

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ticiie · 1 year

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yeah, i'm still not over this so why not turn it into a hopefully enjoyable (ginodi) one shot?

This wasn’t her first race. Zoé had experienced enough successes and at least as many disappointments to know that none of this was normal anymore. The air around her was buzzing. From where she was standing, she had a good view on both the finishing area and the position of the race leader, where Marco was pacing up and down again like some caged animal. She had never seen him so nervous, another fact that made clear how incomparable this entire situation was. Zoé fought her way through the crowd of coaches, athletes, and other officials until only a banister separated her from the space that was visible to the cameras.

“Marco!”

He turned around and hurried to her side as soon as he recognised her. It was safe to say that Marco looked like shit. The run on the slope had been tiring enough and all the hoping and trembling for the win had already left their traces on him. He clenched his hands around the metal until his knuckles turned white.

“This is literal hell”, he mumbled. He was still shaking from head to toe. Zoé dug through the countless pockets of her jacket until she found the small bottle with the funny label and handed it to Marco.

“Here, this might help.”

Marco didn’t give himself any time to hesitate. He opened it and chugged the liquid down in a swift motion. It tasted a little artificial and left a burning aftertaste in his throat, the alcohol content was without any question higher than what he was used to during the season. He was thankful for the warmth that started to spread from inside his chest through his limbs.

“Can I do anything to make it easier? I feel like shit seeing you like this.”, Zoé said. Marco just shrugged.

“I’m pretty lost myself. I just- God, I want this so bad, I can’t-” his voice failed. The noise around them prevented the microphones to capture the sob that escaped Marco’s throat that second. Zoé quickly wrapped her arms around him, for both their comfort and also to at least try and shield him off a little. She was glad to be wearing mirrored sunglasses or else the cameras would’ve caught her own tears that stung in the corner of her eyes.

“It’s gonna be over soon. And no matter the outcome, you made us all so incredibly proud.”

A minute or two passed and Marco regained his composure. He adjusted his sunglasses and sat back down on the red chair while Zoé tried her best in focusing on the words that came through the radio in her ear.

Then it was Aleksander’s turn. The crowd cheered and gave their all and Marco felt like jumping out of his skin any second. He felt his heart beating in his ears, at the same time his body had gone numb, he couldn’t think, could barely see the images on the screen in front of him and when his strongest competitor crossed the finish line, with the time stamp showing a red background...Marco screamed. He screamed of joy, of relief, all of a sudden, he felt as if a giant weight had been lifted from his chest. Breathing was a whole lot easier too. So many people appeared out of nowhere to hug and to congratulate him, Marco lost both track and sense of time. What really tripped Marco over the edge though, were Walter’s tears. Their head of mission was a very objective, very calm man who almost always appeared reserved, both on and off camera. Honest but never mean and today, it was thanks to Marco that he let down his guard for once.

“You did it!,” he shouted over and over again and pulled Marco in yet another bone crushing hug. Marco feared he would be lifted off the ground any second and fly away, be carried to new heights up in the sky.

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The celebrations were still going strong by the time Marco left the venue, but he felt as if now was the chance to finally get some rest. All of his muscles were aching but he didn’t feel any pain, just a giant exhaustion that was mixed with the dizzy trace the alcohol had left in his head. Justin had rewarded him a delicious cake, the medal had made more than one round through the crowd and around a lot of different necks until it had found its way back around Marco’s. He pulled the key card from his wallet. It took him two attempts to find the sensor that opened the door and he certainly didn’t bother to fiddle with the coat hanger, he just dropped his jacket to the floor. One of the lamps that was hanging above the headboard of the bed was turned on, apart of that the room was dark and quiet. Marco let himself fall flat on the bed. Not the very best idea, considering it only made his world spin a lot faster. He wanted to roll over and reach for his phone, it had run out of battery about three hours ago and Marco still owed his sister a call back. But his legs felt so heavy and the mattress was so comfortable, the ambition for that task took the quickest way out of his head immediately. The bathroom door opened and the sight offered to Gino made the older one smile fondly.

“Well, hello there,” he said and leaned over Marco to place a kiss on his cheek. Marco grinned; eyes closed in content. “Hi. Why are you still awake, I told you not to wait for me.”

Gino was a little surprised by the fact that Marco’s obviously drunken state still allowed him to form both coherent thoughts and sentences.

“You really thought I would be able to sleep after a day like this?” He kneeled down and pulled the shoes off Marco’s feet. The situation resembled the one a good year ago a lot, only this time, the medal around Marcos neck was shaped like a snow flake. Marco didn’t stop him when Gino took it off as well, placing it on the bedside table.

“I am so proud of you. You deserve this so much,” Gino said while peppering Marco’s face with tender kisses. It was too late for this to turn into anything more intense and it was okay. It required the last bit of Marco’s willpower to fight himself out of his jeans and when he finally lay next to Gino underneath the soft blanket, wrapped in his boyfriends arms, he sighed in relief once again. Gino let his fingers run through Marco’s hair until he felt his breath evening out.

“I love you so much,” he whispered into the dark.

“I love you too.”

#wsc courchevel/méribel 2023 #courchevel/mon chérie #sports rpf #rpf #marco odermatt #goat #gino caviezel #zoé chastan #ginodi

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jessicafurseth · 1 year

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Reading List, Participation edition.

"Joy demands something of us. It requires us to participate. To pay attention. To find beauty in darkness. To be awe-struck in otherwise mundane moments. To celebrate what is in front of us." Anna Brones

[Image by Equal Parts]

"Which digital rhythms are we actively following because they make us feel good, and which are we entrained to? Entrainment, a term that originated in biology and then spread to the social sciences, refers to the alignment of an organism’s physiology or behavior with a cycle; the most familiar example would be our circadian rhythm. ... Letting go of one overwhelming rhythm, you invite the presence of others. Perhaps more important, you remember that the arrangement is yours to make." What Social Media Does to Our Sense of Time [Jenny Odell, The New York Times]

"Perhaps, looking back, we should consider “millennial cringe” as less of an embarrassing phase we’d rather forget and more like the last gasp of what humor on the internet looked like before it became impossible to keep up with it." Towards a unified theory of millennial "epic bacon" humour [Rebecca Jennings, Vox]

“The CIA ... encourage most officers to have a social-media presence because, quite frankly, it’s a red flag and it looks strange if you don’t. You’ve got to blend in and look normal. I would argue that some of the Gen Z–and-younger folks, their networks are so huge online, it’s almost a blessing. You can’t figure out who their close friends are because they’re friends with everybody. It almost negates the exposure.” The CIA Is Trying to Recruit Gen Z—and Doesn’t Care If They’re All Over Social Media [Jessica Goldstein, Washingtonian]

"What if some of the things people describe as mental disorders are purposeful, not pathological?" Evidence grows that mental illness is more than dysfunction [Justin Garson, Aeon]

Patrick Burleigh entered puberty at age two. It was ... a lot. [The Cut]

"We need strength and energy to live with illness; reducing my workload gave me the reserves I needed not just to live with chronic pain, but to begin on the path towards recovery from it." Permission to recover [Gavin Francis, Wellcome Collection Stories]

I for one found the Netflix documentary about Prince Harry and Meghan illuminating, but among British columnists, even the ones who sympathise with Meghan for the racist bullying still can't help but point out how annoying they find her. As the documentary points out, being Black was a big part of what Meghan did "wrong" - but another is that's she's American. Here's a comment piece that actually articulates what that means [Charlotte Kilpatrick, The New Statesman]

"Augit means to be able to stay with the good bit of your life. To stay with the good augit is to find the good in an experience.” Lessons from my dying therapist [Phoebe Greenwood, The Guardian]

A Month in a Tuscan Villa Didn’t Fix My Burnout [Alanna Bennett, The Cut]

On Raising Teenagers [Rachel Cusk, The New York Times]

"In any relationship, there is an expectation of privacy. There is also an expectation of respect. Violate the latter and you relinquish your right to the former." My boyfriend, a writer, broke up with me because I’m a writer This story by Isabel Kaplan in The Guardian is spectacular. So is this response to the story by Rachel Connolly, in Slate: "It can feel embarrassing to admit how attached we are to situations and people that we know are not serving us well. Mortifying to admit the extent of our agency in desire, and how much of ourselves we willingly give in the hope of getting something that is valuable to us back in return. Shameful to acknowledge that a degrading situation was one we chose. But then, so many commonplace, even definitional facets of the human experience do feel deeply humiliating."

Time Has Run Out for the Leap Second. The fascinating story of how we're disposing of the leap second, and thereby severing the "the timekeeping of atoms from the timekeeping of the heavens". [Alanna Mitchell, The New York Times]

"I stood over the table, sending this photo of fresh ripe tomatoes and bonito and razor clams out to a paltry few hundred viewers, watching and waiting for the twenty-four hours to pass, when the story would disappear. I looked for meaning in it, and in the hundreds of other images that flooded my screen and filled my brain, of other meals and of make-up routines and dancing teenagers and neo-fascist marches and runway shows and old churches and drone strikes. I looked for meaning and all I thought was ‘Soon, I will die’." A History of the Culinary Selfie [Huw Lemmey, Vittles]

#reading list

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sunnydaleherald · 2 years

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday, August 24

Giles: Thank heavens you're home. Buffy: Yup! Not at the dance. Not with my friends. Not with a life. What are you doing here? I thought we were gonna meet at the museum to find the bodyguard. Giles: No, he's already been found. In a school restroom. Mummified. Buffy: Okay, I don't get it. Why would the mummy kill her own bodyguard? Giles: Well, I've cross-referenced, and, uh, I've looked at the pictograms anew. He was a guard alright. But it was his job to insure that the mummy didn't awaken and escape. Buffy: So, Ampata translated wrong. Giles: Perhaps.

~~Buffy Episode #16: "Inca Mummy Girl"~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Inquisition: Vance (Buffy, T, NCIS xover) by 3am_moonlight

Best Pet Ever (Spike, Buffy, Dawn, T, MCU xover) by glitterangelem

Safe Place (Buffy, T, Batman xover) by beri_fanfic

Energy Readings (Joyce, T, multiple xovers) by acswatwst

nothing in this world I wouldn't do (Spike, T, Fast & Furious xover) by jedibuttercup

Buffy’s Pet (Buffy, T, MCU xover) by mmooch

This Is My Happy Place (Dawn, T, LotR xover) by jerseyfabulous

Star-Crossed Friends (Buffy, T, Smallville xover) by hermione2be

To Walk Away (Buffy, T, Smallville xover) by hermione2be

Not Ending Today (Buffy, Xander, T) by badly_knitted

Redirected (Buffy, T, SG1 xover) by 3am_moonlight

Sweet Dreams (Aren't Made of This) (Dawn, T, LotR xover) by jerseyfabulous

https://twistedshorts.livejournal.com/1236484.html

Finding Safety (Xander, G, NCIS xover) by madimpossibledreamer

I Didn't Mean To! (Buffy, T, Batman xover) by beri_fanfic

Complications (Joyce, T, MCU xover) by glitterangelem

Good for the Gander by Etraytin [Podfic] (Buffy, G, Goose Game xover) by blackglass

[Chaptered Fiction]

Five Years Later CH. 1-2/2 (COMPLETE) (Buffy/Angel, unrated) by buffy_polls

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nshoward-blog · 2 years

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Be Careful What You Wish For

It was a series of unfortunate events for Princess Lily. She was used to a pampered life, where her wants rarely failed to materialize. Thus, she was unprepared to be dumped by her suitor, Sir Justin, for a princess with larger assets, and greater land holdings. In a rage, she cried out, “If love is pain, then I want to be hurt.”

Her fairy godmother granted her wish, along with other desires she spoke of. Princess Lily suddenly found herself captured by the vile, although devilish handsome, Sir Gawain. The Kidnapping of Damsels Laws allowed him one week, using any methods at his disposal, to persuade her to accept his hand in marriage.

Lily was ready to suffer his torments to maintain her honour, but more surprises awaited the delicate princess.

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Her dream of riding bareback on a powerful white steed along the shore of a vast ocean was interrupted by the awareness of a large hand covering her mouth. She opened her eyes to the shadowy image of a knight above her.

“Shhh. I hereby announce that I am kidnapping you under laws set forth governing kidnapping of damsels. Do you understand what that means?” The grill that covered the mouth area distorted the voice whispering out of the metal helmet.

Lilly tried to nod but found it difficult with the weight on her mouth. She then tried to gurgle out a confirmation she understood, though what came out was not particularly well spoken. This was embarrassing for a princess who had many speaking lessons, although none of them covered this exact possibility. She knew the laws that covered the kidnapping of damsels—it was a required study for all princesses—and understood once the kidnapper announced his intention to her, she could not scream for help. The Kidnapping of Damsels Laws, or K.O.D. laws as they were often called, were very specific.

The knight, and at this point, she could assume he wasn’t the gallant kind if he was kidnapping a princess, slowly released his hand. “Turn on your stomach.”

Lilly’s stomach was already turning, and she decided to follow suit with the rest of her body. She knew that he would gag and tie her. Both were required under the kidnapping protocol. The gag didn’t have to be the mouth-stuffing sort. As long as it was present, the kidnapped damsel was obliged not to try to draw unnecessary attention by screaming. The laws were clear on this and were designed to prevent overly harsh gags on damsels. The Damsel Society agreed to that provision after much negotiation with the Knights and Noblemen Association.

A soft cloth was pressed into her mouth, and the ends were tied behind her head. She felt the covers pulled down, and her wrists were crossed behind her back, tied securely with a rope. The knight used more rope to tie her ankles together.

Lilly waited patiently for him to finish, trying to recall all the various sections of the Kidnapping of Damsels Laws. He rolled her over and slid her across her queen-sized bed to the edge where he had her sit. She watched the dark figure move quietly for a man wearing a dark grey suit of armour and produce another length of rope. He wrapped the rope around her upper arms and torso, which not only secured her arms completely but also tugged down her gown as it lifted her breasts up. She looked and saw that the effect made them dangerously on the side of indecency at the gown’s scooped neck. This did not go unnoticed by Lilly, who tried to take smaller breaths of air or by the knight who took larger breaths of air.

The knight tied another length of rope around a leg of the bed and the other end to her ankles. Lilly wondered how that was supposed to help contain her to the bed as it was a seriously long rope.

The knight walked over to the open window, looked down, and nodded his metal head. He returned to Lilly and helped her stand. “Do not be frightened, you will be safe.”

Lilly nodded and murmured through her gag.

He lifted her over his shoulder and carried her to the open window, leaned over and deposited her on the windowsill. The knight gripped the loose rope and pushed her out of the window, head first.

Lilly looked down at the ground two stories below and hoped the knight was strong enough not to let go of the rope that held her ankles. She would have loved to scream but could only work her tongue into the screaming position, and that didn’t do any good with the gag in place. Besides, screaming was forbidden under the laws of kidnapping. She noticed a black horse waiting below her and the rose bushes along the castle wall. She also felt coolness on her legs and knew her gown had bunched around her hips. The knight, if he were leaning out the window, would have a good view of her pretty pink panties that were scandalously low coverage for a princess. Her journey was coming to an end, and he slowed the rope as her head and then her body began to crush the rose bushes. Finally, she rested in the thorny bushes with some thorns giving her a bit of discomfort.

Lilly waited and saw the dark knight slide down the rope. He cut the rope from her, lifted her up, and placed her on the horse, stomach down. He climbed on the horse, and they rode off.

The knight held her wrists to prevent her from sliding off the saddle, and there she rested, going where only he knew.

Lilly kicked her feet. It was important to let him know she was not surrendering to this brute, and squirmed a bit. Her struggle was all permitted under the Kidnapping of Damsels Laws. However, there was the risk of falling off the horse which was dangerous, so she kept her squirming to a minimum. Her gown had acquired a few holes from the rose bushes, and she knew her breasts had pushed the limits of the gown’s confines. In fact, with each extra bump the horse took as it galloped, the situation became potentially worse. All in all, she felt unsuitably dressed for the occasion of being kidnapped.

The knight turned his horse to the drawbridge that provided the only entrance and exit to the castle. Lilly hoped the guards would challenge the knight and, on some technicality, determine the kidnapping was illegal and return her to safety.

The knight’s horse walked past the guardhouse. A guard raised his hand, and the knight stopped his horse.

“Excuse me, sir, but is everything all right?”

Lilly looked up at the guard who was having a good view of her heaving breasts. “Please help me.” She tried to speak carefully, but they came out as three similar, mumble-sounding words.

“Yes, it is.” The knight lifted his visor, and his voice carried authority.

“Is she being kidnapped?”

“Yes, by tradition, a damsel may be kidnapped and taken against her will under the following conditions. One, the kidnapper is considered a man of honour. Two, the damsel is kidnapped for purposes of romance or lust and not financial gain. And three, the kidnapping must be done at night, and not less than a three-quarter moon. I believe you will find I have met all those conditions.”

The guard looked up at the full moon and returned his gaze back to Lilly’s strained neckline before addressing the knight again. “Yes, sir, quite right. Best of luck to you on your kidnapping then.”

“Thank you.”

Lilly seethed, cursing the kidnapping rules. The knight knew his laws. She knew he had a week to convince her to accept him as her husband, and that he could use any method to sway her. He was not allowed to get her pregnant, but he could use her in other ways.

The knight turned his horse into the town that surrounded the castle and its walls. The streets were quiet, and the few townsfolk on the street moved out of the way. “If you promise to stay quiet, I can remove your gag, as permitted by the K.O.D. laws.”

Lilly tried to nod and then felt the cloth in her mouth loosened and taken away. “How dare you kidnap me!”

“I have that right.” He patted her ass with his gloved hand. “And others, too.”

“You, sir, are wasting your efforts and my time. I will not give in to you and accept your ring.”

“So you say. I can be very convincing.” This time, he smacked her ass hard.

Lilly gasped. “Ow. That hurt, you brute.”

“Don’t be a candy-ass. Love can hurt at times.”

The words sounded familiar to Lilly, in fact, almost exactly N.S.Howard 8 like the wish she gave to her fairy godmother. This was a bit troubling to Lilly, who wondered if wishes could be recalled, on the grounds that they were defective. “Where are you taking me?”

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euphoriartstudio · 4 months

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Long hair, brown big eyes. Full lips and bronzed skin... Freckles and big thighs. Straight teeth and long legs. Not pretty? Blue eyes and blonde hair. Short skirts and six-inch heels. This is what the majority rules to be beauty. No--- beauty isn't the fundamental viewpoint of aesthetics and thought as a whole. Beauty is the person, not the art.

Vase With Fifteen Sunflowers: Vincent Van Gogh, 1888

What Is Beauty? On this particular week, my professor introduced this central question. And with this, each student said either of these two things. "It's when a piece of art emits an emotion." or "Art is a subjective matter, and you can't make a definition because everyone has their own standards on it." I can argue that when someone actually asks, "What is beauty?" we only talk about the interpersonal emotion behind a work of art when every day, we go about it by calling someone's hair beautiful. Or maybe we'll say someone's shoes are ugly. Roger Scruton states in chapter one, I found that Plato and Plotinus have a philosophical idea that beauty is simply, as Scruton mentions it, an ultimate value. "Something that we pursue for its own sake, and for the pursuit of which no further reason need be given." (Scruton, page 2) What he means by this is that beauty can be considered an ultimate value. We need it along with truth and goodness to live an examined life. When I read this as an intellectual thinker, I wonder, do I agree with this? Yes. Many individuals will look at beauty as a physical state in which one can be judged based on external appearance, but apart from that, it's a natural part of us (judging) Can we have ideas and opinions without judgment? Beauty has a way of catching your eye, you don't capture why it attracts you, but you know it's different. Not all art is detailed. Is it ugly when it's not easily depicted?

On July 14th I went to the Cleveland Museum of Art and I walked through an exhibit full of beautiful, smooth, deceiving paintings. Each photograph carefully depicted the color scheme, warm, and resting on the eye. As I admired each image in the corner of my eye, I noticed a harsh, blocky image. Holiday on the Hudson by George Luks.

Why Can't I understand?

I was just amazed at the sight that I was seeing. One of the smallest canvases in the room was about to take my attention from the others by a long shot. This made me wonder, why is such a unique painting beautiful in my eyes. I didn't find the same emotion when looking at the other paintings. At the end of my analysis, I was able to conclude that beauty isn't "pretty". No, those aren't the same things. Beauty can be harsh and blocky. Beauty isn't peaceful or detailed. When you get close to a piece, you realize that each stroke is an illusion and it doesn't look so much like a painting anymore. More like a bunch of small scribbles crafted to perfection. Beauty has nothing to do with being good. Referring back to my question, is it ugly when it's not easily depicted? I was forced by nature to take a long hard look at it. Each detail of the painting was so clear. The colors quite literally stuck out of the canvas. Each stroke was well-defined, bright, and alarming.

Good art cannot be easy. As I was sitting in a classroom, full of other students, my professor said during a lecture, "If it doesn't disturb you, it is not art." (Justin Miller, 2022) In this quote, I'm not saying that all disturbances are bad. Good art has to be dangerous, it's not art if it doesn't strike an emotion. So whether or not art represents morality, if it instills emotion and excites you (good or bad) it is still a piece of passion that we should accept. Acastos, a mythological Greek character who is known as the son of Pelias says "Art is trickery and perhaps bad art is, but good art is wisdom and truth." I partially agree with this statement, but in many ways, my ideas are challenged by this quote. Indeed, art is all an illusion, at first sight, you feel nothing or a whole lot of something. That's just in an internal sense, but speaking in terms of a physical state you look at a painting and see an image, but when you get close you see lines, harsh colors, and specific strokes. This is the illusion, that you've perceived to be "beauty". That there is only one kind; simplistic and pretty. There is no piece of "art" that doesn't have an emotional understanding. If you painted the most detailed sculpture with plenty of effort but no meaning behind it, what you have is a sculpture, not art. Acastos also says "art is thinking. I mean, good art is deep wise thinking. And bad art is bad because it's stupid and depraved of thinking..." he continues "But I'm sure art tells us something. It isn't just a dose of emotion. It's like vision - insight - knowledge -" So good art has to have meaning. A piece of work begins with an image. It can be something to feel, to listen to but when you, as the audience find the feeling and emotion, that's when you've recognized, holy shit I found art. Beauty.

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siampiner · 2 years

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rmpmw · 2 years

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So Steve Dowling, our PR guy, comes in to see me in a panic. He says he’s got Howard Stern and Daniel Carver from the Ku Klux Klan on the phone and they’re insisting on talking to me, and Dowling says, Steve, I’m sorry, but I think you should take this call. So we put them on the speaker phone and Howard says they want me and Eric Schmidt to go on the Stern show and accept some kind of “Whitey” award from the Klan for having the least number of black people involved in running our companies. They say they went to Google’s management page and figured out that out of 32 top managers and 11 board members, there’s only one black dude. Then they went to the Apple management page and found that out of 9 top managers and 8 board members we have zero black people.

“Thang is,” Carver says, “we wanna thank y’all for showin the world that the two greatest high-tech companies in the world don’t need to cave in to this political correctness. It’s jest a fact that the best companies, like Apple and Google, are still run by good old white people. Y’all are a shining example for other companies around the world. Now we ain’t too pleased about all y’all advertisements showing black people dancing but we understand y’all gotta keep up the image or whatever, so we gonna let it slide.”

Meanwhile Howard and his producer are laughing their asses off, talking about how they’re gonna make a stage like the Oscars and call their show the Whiteys and who can they get for presenters, maybe Bill Maher can host, and everyone can wear white tuxedoes and they can get Justin Timberlake and K-Fed to do some white rapping, they’ll give Bill O’Reilly a “Top News Racist” award and Pink can get an award for Best White Impersonation of a Black, and Bryant Gumbel for Best Black Impersonation of a White (but Howard goes, I dunno, is Bryant actually black, we better check) and they’ll give Brigitte Nielsen a “Hall of Shame” award for her fling with Flavor Flav, they’ve got a call in to Dreamworks, ha ha ha.

Dowling is standing there with this look of horror on his face — apparently this is about as bad as it gets if you’re a PR flack. Oddly enough he has the same look as the Sony dude who was gonna commit seppuku in my office the other day.

I’m not sure where to go with this so I tell Howard that while we don’t in fact have any black people we do have a guy named Sina Tamaddon who’s from somewhere foreign or something. I think. Howard goes, Nope. Doesn’t count. Dowling starts ripping through the Google page on his laptop and he points out that Google seems to have a few Indians but Howard just laughs and says, Nope, nope, nope. You guys are winning a Whitey, and you can either come accept it or not, I don’t care, we’ll get look-alikes or impersonators to play you anyway.

He says they’ve also got awards for Cracker Barrel and Clear Channel and a special lifetime achievement award for Sumner Redstone and CBS because they have the balls to put this big thing about “Diversity” on their website but when you click through to their management page it looks like this. Howard goes, Man, now that’s what I call diversity, right? They’ve got every shade of white there is. Man oh man. So Steve, just imagine it, you and Eric Schmidt, the two most progressive leftie liberal tech guys in the world, striding up to get your award and tell the world, Don’t be evil — be white! Wow!

Dowling just loses it and does, Okay this call is over, and he hangs up. We both just stand there. I go, Steve, I’m not a racist. Honest. I’m just not comfortable around them. You know what I mean? Like, do they hate me because I’m white? I never know what to say or whatever. I mean, where I grew up there just weren’t a lot of black people, you know? So I didn’t really know any black people when I was a kid or whatever, and um, it’s really hard to find black engineers. We’ve tried, really. We work really hard on this.

Dowling just shuffles out with this empty look in his eyes, like a guy who’s going to be executed at midnight

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Shane 54 Is Pioneering A New Way To Make Music Videos With AI Technology

Web3, The Metaverse, Crypto, NFT’s… we all hear these worlds nearly on a daily basis. The world is evolving at rapid pace and artists are joining. Whether it was Justin Boretta teaming up with Aaron Penne for their Generative Art and music project, or Steve Aoki spearheading the NFT movement in the dance music community, it is clear to see that technology and the music industry are now linked more than ever.

There’s another artist who’s enjoyed immense success over the past 30 years. Whether that be the frontman of a Hungarian pop group, one half of legendary trance duo, or producing beautiful progressive and trance music under his solo project, Shane 54 managed to continue to pioneer new ways for people to experience his music.

What do we mean by that? Well, he’s using AI technology to create music videos and the result is jaw dropping.

“I’ve been making animated music videos for over a year now: I did some for other artists just as well for my own music. Oddly enough my first ever animation got shortlisted for “Best Animated Music Video” at the Hungarian Music Awards in 2021. (I didn’t win, but THAT would’ve been a miracle I guess)

The past few months spent exploring AI image creating technologies. I quickly got sucked into it: became part of a hot new movement in art, which naturally lead me wanting to use my newly found art in my music videos..

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When he started, it took months of experimenting – and failing. Nothing was working the way he envisioned it.

“The first problem with using a brand new technology like this, is EVERYTHING looks fantastic and fresh. You create awesome visuals. Then – as soon as your tool’s new version comes out – your previous works all of a sudden start to look less cutting edge. Then it’s outdated faster than you could say ‘Björk’.”

Then he realized, with a separate app for animation, he could avoid the cliches that were so easy to fall for when creating AI videos.

“The idea was to create every single element of the video with MidJourney (my current favourite AI tool), creating a collage that is coherent like no other. THEN animate it. Even though it was a stupidly simple idea, the impact it had on my work is unbelievable…

I truly was able to create my own, unique world with a lion-headed king, magic carpet, castle in the sky, and anything I could think of. Using the right keywords and modifiers makes the images look well-textured / aged, so very little post processing needed in the end: it was lightning fast, and visually provided me literally everything I wanted.”

Although he does not think himself to be a filmmaker in a traditional sense, he is undoubtedly creating a new visual experience to pair with music that has an absolutely unique look, and a story to tell.

“The worldwide AI community is pioneering an art form that’s so new and groundbreaking, that most of the old rules and labels don’t apply here. New methods and techniques getting released on a weekly basis, and it’s not an exaggeration. I’m extremely happy to be a part of this movement, giving me the opportunity to fuse music, art and filmmaking the way I always envisioned. It’s unbelievable really.”

This article was first published on Your EDM. Source: Shane 54 Is Pioneering A New Way To Make Music Videos With AI Technology

source https://www.youredm.com/2022/06/01/shane-54-is-pioneering-a-new-way-to-make-music-videos-with-ai-technology/

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•Ghost of You•

Inspired by Ghost by Justin Bieber

"To me, for saving your ass for the hundredth time," Anakin raised his glass towards you with a cocky smirk, the smirk you hopelessly fell in love with.

You raised your glass of Jogan juice with him as you chuckled, "And for saving the Chancellor and getting us out of there alive whilst carrying me unconscious on your back." You clanked your glasses together. He insisted on drinking as he always does after a mission wether big or small, but you chose to refrain from alcohol for the night.

It was actually on one of your nights together like this where both of you began to explore your feelings for each other. One drunken night of you landing yourself into his quarters, turned into nearly every night of you landing yourself into his quarters.

Eventually you found yourself walking down an aisle, and secretly taking his name. Only his former Master and your own, Aayla Secura, were present; no one else was trusted with your secret affair.

You both knew it was wrong and against the code you swore to live by, but neither of you cared; you only cared about each other and the love you shared.

You had a plan, you were going to leave the order together once the war was over and the galaxy was safe; that's when you both decided you would also start a family. Late at night Anakin likes to share baby names with you, Luke for a boy, and Leia for a girl. You loved his choices, and you were excited for your future with him.

"Don't forget I killed Dooku too," He added with a wink before downing his drink easily, as if it was water. His wedding ring shined in the light as he had his hand raised and it warmed your heart every time you remembered that this angel was yours.

"That's hot," You sipped your drink as you watched him place his empty glass on the bar top, "But you never did tell me how you accomplished that." You pried for details. The last thing you remembered was a hit to the head with the hilt of Dooku's lightsaber.

Anakin cleared his throat as he twirled the glass in a circle under his fingertips, contemplating on telling you the truth; that he killed an unarmed man. He knew what he did was wrong, but the image of Dooku nearly killing you pushed him over the edge, and so he ended the Sith Lord without much hesitation. Plus the devil whispering on his shoulder, known as the Chancellor, wasn't much help either.

But he decided to keep you in the dark, he was nervous that you, the person who meant the most to him, would look at him differently, "Because I'm me." He responded narcissistically as he went into his pocket and pulled out a few credits to cover your drinks, as well as giving a generous tip.

You rolled your eyes at his arrogance, oblivious to the lingering darkness within your husband that is only being laid dormant because of you. Without you, he would've been lost to his internal suffering a long time ago. You keep it at bay, but that doesn't mean it's not still there.

"You want to leave after only one drink?" You asked confusedly as you finished the rest of your beverage.

Usually he enjoyed two or three before calling it a night, you feared for his liver. But then again, you drink just as much as him, sometimes more. You were the one who initiated your first hookup after drinking the bar dry; still the best choice you ever made.

He nodded as he stood up and stretched his arms up with a yawn, "Being the hero is exhausting," He arrogantly remarked as a joke, before smirking and dropping his hands down, "And that rough landing into Grievous's ship dented up our ship so I'm going to go and fix that before heading home." He informed you as he rubbed his tired eyes.

You stood up with a sympathetic sigh, "Ani just go home and get some rest, I can fix up the ship."

He shook his head, "No babe it's okay, I can do it," He placed his hand on your shoulder and rubbed it gently, "You should go, you took a rough beating today."

"I feel fine," You responded with an eye roll. You were annoyed that he always insisted on doing everything himself. Anakin is tired nearly every second of everyday, and that's because he hardly takes a well-deserved break, "I'm not even tired since I basically slept the whole mission," You shrugged; causing him to smile with a light chuckle, "You saved my life today, again, the least I can do is bang out a few dents from our ship." You reminded him that it was both of yours, not just his, so the responsibility for its maintenance isn't entirely on him.

He bit the inside of his cheek in thought. Then he sighed in defeat, knowing that your stubbornness won't allow him to win. Plus he really was tired, he was falling asleep on the ride to the bar, "Fine, only because I know I won't win and I'd rather you not make me sleep on the couch again for arguing."

You laughed at the memory, "You act like I didn't come out an hour later and pull you back to the bed."

"It was still the worst hour of my life," He playfully wiped away a fake tear.

"You're annoying, go home," You chuckled as you pushed against his shoulder; prompting an angelic laugh to part from his lips, "I'll be there in about an hour two, depending on if I decide to take my time."

He nodded; yawning once more, "Okay, I love you." He mumbled quietly, knowing there were more Jedi in this bar other than you two.

"I love you too," You whispered with a wink.

He sighed in annoyance as he glanced around the dimly lit room, "I want to kiss you so bad, think they'll mind?" He nudged his head towards Master Windu and Master Piell who were just a few tables away, indulging in a conversation.

You smirked, "Pucker up and let's find out."

"(y/n) Skywalker, you rebel," He eyed you up and down playfully as if he didn't recognize you, making you laugh, "Kinda hot," He winked, "I'll see you at home beautiful, and don't forget to fill the tank too please." He boldly planted his lips on your temple and stole a kiss, luckily no one saw; they were too interested in their own conversations or drinks.

"I won't angel face."

✦

It was late in the night and everyone was either asleep, or divulging in the underworld bars of Coruscant.

So you were alone at the dock where all of your ships were held and prepped for missions. It was an annoyingly long walk to get to yours as you passed multiple rows of other ships, and fighters. But finally you reached the black ship that held a yellow painted A.S. on the exterior.

You both argued for so long on what color to paint it. Anakin had his heart set on yellow, but you wanted it black to blend in with the darkness of space. Finally, you won when he realized the stealth benefits of your color choice, but he insisted on having his initials in yellow as a compromise, and you agreed.

You waved your hand for the ramp to lower, and walked upon the ship; instantly tripping on a wire that wasn't meant to be there.

That's when you heard it, a familiar beeping that began to blare more rapidly as each second passed.

You immediately knew what it was.

You triggered a bomb that was planted on your ship, a bomb you knew was meant for Anakin since most don't know that you shared this ship.

You knew you had no time by how fast the beeping was going; you knew there was nothing you could do. But you weren't afraid, you weren't angry, and you weren't sad as most people would feel when they realize they're about to die.

In your one second left of life, you only felt one emotion; relief.

Relief that you came instead of Anakin.

✦

Anakin woke up to an aggressive pounding on the apartment door that you and him shared. He threw on his robe and wiped his tired eyes, before slowly answering the door.

He was expecting it to be you, you had a habit of forgetting your key and you can't open the door with the force. He insisted on having one that was force resistant; mainly for any unwanted force user visitors, he was a paranoid man. Understandably so.

But his expression grew confused when the person at the door wasn't you, but Obi-Wan, "Obi-Wan? What are you doing here so late?" Anakin questioned, too tired to realize that you should've been home hours ago.

Obi-Wan who was on the brink of tears took a deep breath, knowing that this news was going to shatter Anakin's world, "Anakin," He choked on a lump in his throat, "It's (y/n) she-" He paused, finding the words to be too difficult to say. You were like a sister to him, and he loved you dearly.

"She's what?" Anakin impatiently asked. That's when he brought his watch up and checked the time, realizing that you parted nearly five hours ago. Dread overcame his body and a feeling of ice in his veins crawled over his skin as his mind raced to the worst possible scenarios, "Obi-Wan tell me where my wife is." He demanded in a tone filled with worry and fear, silently praying that you—his light—was okay.

"There's been an attack on the Temple," Obi-Wan dropped his gaze to the floor and painfully pushed the words from his throat, "Multiple ships in the dock area were rigged with explosives, and they triggered upon entry." He began, "The security holograms showed (y/n) entering your ship prior to it explo-"

"No," Anakin whispered before his former Master could finish, not wanting to believe that you were a victim of this terrorist act against the Jedi, "Please Obi-Wan, please tell me she got out." He begged as tears pooled in his eyes, he feared never seeing you again. That you could truly be gone in the blink of an eye, "Please tell me she's okay." He whimpered.

"I'm so sorry Anakin, but she's dead."

6 months later

Releasing his hand from a fist, the rebel dropped lifelessly to the floor. And your husband, who lost himself to the darkness after his only source of light was ripped away from him, spun around and left the clones to dispose of the multiple bodies of rebels he left in his wake.

It's been six months since he lost you, six months he's wallowed in agony - blaming himself for not being the one to go that night.

He wished it had been him instead of you. And the pain of no longer having you around, became worse as the days progressed; not better as most told him it would. That, along with the guilt, and what the Jedi did to him after your demise; pushed him to where he is now.

Darth Vader was born the moment you died.

With the wave of his hand; he lowered the ramp of his personal ship, one he painted black just as you liked, and he even added your initials on the exterior.

Once he got into the ship that had drawings of you scattered across the metal floors, he closed the ramp, breathing out a sigh now that he was finally alone.

He loved being alone, but he hated it at the same time because that's when the memories of you were the strongest. That's when he could actually hear your laugh as if you were standing next to him.

Vader quickly left the planet of Alderaan where he just killed dozens of known rebels, along with anyone accused of being associated with them.

He was doing the bidding of the Empire as an apprentice to Darth Sidious. He fell to the manipulation much easier without you around to guide him to the light, so he lost himself to the darkness.

He flew the ship through space with no set destination, he was merely trying to get you off of his mind, and flying had a way of distracting him; especially if he happens to come across a rebel ship.

After awhile, he did find something, but it wasn't a rebel ship. He came across a black hole, which would suck up anything that gets within a certain distance. It would be an instant death.

He was tempted.

He hasn't smiled or felt any kind of joy since the last moment he saw you, only misery. And he doubted he would ever feel anything remotely similar to happiness again.

Then there was one thought that pushed him to place his hands back on the handle, and edge dangerously close to his death.

Maybe I'll see her on the other side.

Just as he was getting near, he paused at a voice coming from behind him, "Stop."

He didn't move, he only stared straight ahead of him, too stunned to turn around. He was wondering if it was his mind playing tricks on him, since it wouldn't be the first time he heard your voice.

"Baby look at me." You spoke again when you got no response from him, but you knew he heard you. You knew by the way his body stiffened.

Vader slowly turned around and momentarily stopped breathing when his eyes that were covered by the helmet he was wearing, landed on the ghost of you.

"You're not real." He spoke allowed in a voice you didn't recognize. He assumed that you were merely a hallucination that his guilt-filled mind conjured in an effort to torture him, it's happened before. But that doesn't mean that seeing you didn't warm his cold, unused heart ever so slightly.

"Yes I am," You stepped closer to him, "Take off that helmet for me angel face."

His chest tightened painfully at the nickname you made for him, the name he could hear you whispering in his dreams, "What is below this helmet is not the face of an angel, but of a demon."

You shook your head, "That is where you're wrong Anakin," He winced at the name he hasn't been called in months, "You will always be my angel."

He stood up from the pilot seat and fully faced you in his full armor, the armor that makes him Darth Vader, "Is it really you?" His heavy voice came out soft, and nearly trembled as his covered eyes finally took in your appearance; you were in the same dark robes that you died in.

None of his hallucinations of you lasted this long, and most importantly, they never called him Anakin. He's usually taunted by the image of you calling him a disgrace for who he's become, as well as calling him a monster, or a killer, or Vader; but never Anakin. As if you were ripping him of his previous identity.

Leading him to believe that this may really be you, in the form of a force ghost; something he learned about years ago, but believed it to be a myth until this very moment.

You nodded as a sad smile spread across your cheeks, "If you don't believe me, I'll gladly describe our first real date." You offered and he slowly nodded, needing some form of assurance before getting his hopes up, "Your speeder broke down and we had to land on top of the senate building. Which is where we stayed the whole night instead of calling for help, and gazed up at the stars, naming them." You walked closer to him as you spoke until you were barely a foot away, "Then you admitted to being in love with me since we were sixteen, and I countered by saying-"

"You've loved me since the day that kid stole your cookies, and I split my last one with you so you wouldn't cry anymore." He placed his hands on the helmet and began to slowly take it off, "We were nine." He spoke on his normal voice, and the yellow in his eyes glowed; highlighting his unscathed features.

His face looked just as beautiful as you remembered, aside from the amber eyes that shattered your heart. You hated seeing what your death did to him.

Anakin only chooses to hide his face with the mask, because he himself doesn't like what's underneath anymore. A face that you once called an angel, was the last face many saw, including the innocent children of the temple. He doesn't feel deserving of that name anymore.

You raised your hand and wished you could touch his cheek, "My angel, how you have fallen so far." You spoke softly. You knew everything that happened to him, all that he's done; you had a front row seat. It was only now that his walls had weakened and you were able to break through, so he could finally hear you instead of you constantly talking to a person who had no idea you were around.

His heart skipped every other beat as he remained quiet and gazed down at you with longing and a devastating sorrow, "Did you see what they did to me?" He asked in a low whisper as his eyes watered, "How they locked me in a cage like an animal after losing you?" He reached forward but his hand went straight through you, causing his eyes to water even more. All he wanted was to feel you, and to have that kiss he desperately wished he stole that night before leaving the bar.

You nodded slowly, "For good reason Ani, you killed Barriss," You nearly cringed at the memory of her gruesome death, "You were losing your way."

His jaw clenched as his eyes darkened, "She murdered you, she deserved exactly what I did to her," He spat hatefully through gritted teeth.

"I know what she did," You sighed quietly, it was Barriss who was working undercover with the separatists and planted the bombs on the ships, "But going down this path wasn't the right thing to do An-“

"Right?" He shouted in disbelief as he took a few steps away from you, "I had every right to rip her heart out!" He sneered as the red line surrounding his eyes expanded as the darkness within him grew, "She deserved to feel how I felt the moment I was told that you were gone forever." He cried as the tears in his eyes poured down his cheeks, "We were supposed to start a family together, to live a happy life, and that traitor took that away from us. She is the one who had no right to do what she did, she didn't deserve to live after taking you away from me!" He continued to shout and the ship you were both in began to shake violently with his emotions.

You could feel his pain as if it were your own, and all you wanted to do was hold him and make everything okay as you used to, "Calm down angel before you tear this place apart." You placed both your hands near his cheeks and used the force as a way of creating a touch that he could feel.

At the feeling of your ghostly touch, his fists that had involuntarily clenched; loosened. And he took a few deep shaky breaths as his eyes stayed locked with yours - the ship slowly stopped shaking. You sighed with relief.

"Listen to me," You began, hoping your words would be enough to break the hard shell that Vader had created, "I'm so sorry that you went through all of this alone, and I'm so sorry that I left you behind, I wish I had been there to save you from it all. You didn't deserve to have to go through any of it, and what she did to our future is completely unforgivable," You began to cry, and Vader only wished he could wipe away your tears,"But what you're doing now, who you've become isn't you. My angel isn't a murderer, he's a savior. He's not a plague, he's a blessing. He's not curse, he's a miracle. And he's definitely not a demon, he is and will always be a beautiful angel."

The pain in Vader's chest grew to be unbearable and he dropped down to his knees, so he had to look up at you with tear stained cheeks, "I'm not who you used to know anymore, Anakin Skywalker died along with you." He feels like he disappointed you, that this man he is now is not someone you could possibly love.

Oh but how wrong he is.

You gazed down at him, knowing that his words were completely untrue, you had hope, "You're wrong again, my Anakin is still very much alive; just lost."

"Lost without you," He dropped his head down as his body trembled from how hard he was crying, "t should have been me, I never should have let you go." He blamed himself.

You dropped down as well so you were on the same level, and his broken gaze stayed on you, "Please don't say that, I'm glad it was me instead of you, the galaxy needs you."

"I've destroyed the galaxy," He choked on the lump in his throat, "They hate me."

"Everything is mendable." You spoke positively as you watched that hard shell crack, "And everyone is redeemable."

"Even me?" He asked as he used his gloved hand to wipe under his eyes that flashed a familiar blue.

You nodded with a reassuring smile, "Especially you, you're their chosen one. You alone can destroy the Sith, and bring the balance back. As I've always told you angel face, I believe in you."

He slowly smiled back, "My number one cheerleader," He echoed your words from nearly ten years ago.

Many made fun of his title as the chosen one, but not you, you were always his biggest fan; his biggest supporter. You always knew he'd do amazing things one day, you never once doubted him. And even now when you had a million reasons to give up, you still didn't have a single doubt.

"And I always will be." You placed your hand near his cheek again, and this time, it was as if you could really feel him; even without the use of the force.

He did the same, and brought his gloved hand near your cheek. You were able to feel a slight touch because your souls had finally connected, since his soul was no longer plunged into darkness, it was slowly shifting back to the light.

You were the only thing he needed to guide himself away from the darkness. You sparked a light inside of him, that began to grow with every second that you were with him.

His amber eyes had finally went back to the beautiful crystal blue,"I missed you more than you could ever understand." He whimpered painfully as he used his thumb to caress your cheek.

"I missed you too Ani," You brought your face close to his, "But I'm always with you. I'm here, waiting for you."

"Do you promise?" He questioned as he also got closer to you, both of you wanting to experience that final kiss you didn't get to have.

You nodded, "I promise, just as long as you stay you, and not lose yourself again."

"I won't let you down my love, I promise," He pushed his lips to yours, and tears slid down both of your cheeks as you both thought of the life you never got to have.

But eventually, after he fulfills his prophecy and rights his wrongs; he will join you in the afterlife, and eternity will be yours for the taking.

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