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#will this be a thing every valentine’s??
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Bestie I literally just read flower and I’m OBSESSED and I can imagine y/n trying to turn tattooh into a swiftie whilst he tries to explain the rap beef to y/n 😭
no bc this was such a good and unique idea i had to write a little something for it !!
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“Okay, so what was it again?” Y/N asked, a dip between her brows as she fastened the bow on a bouquet of flowers she was completing for a baby shower they had been invited to next weekend. 
“So Kendrick-”
“The guy who featured on Bad Blood?” Y/N double-checked. 
Harry chuckles, “I mean he’s also a Pulitzer Prize winner but that too.” She nods, waiting for him to continue, “So he featured on a song with a bunch of other artists basically taking aim at J Cole and Drake-”
“Oh I know him, he posted a picture of him and Taylor on his Instagram that one time two years ago,” Y/N says. 
Harry nods, desperate to finish explaining to her the current online events he had been obsessively keeping track of over the past twenty-four hours, “Right, right. So anyway,” Harry continued to explain the ongoing tension in the world of rap circling the internet with Y/N nodding a long, nothing but confusion on her face. 
Amongst many things, Y/N and Harry’s music tastes were polar opposites. Whilst Y/N loved pop - Taylor Swift, Chappell Roan, Olivia Rodrigo - Harry tended to lean more towards alternate music, genres like rap and grunge or anything before the 2000’s. He loved rock bands like Nirvana and Pearl Jam. On their first New Year’s Eve together, they’d spent the entire night at a karaoke bar in the city, four Shania Twain sons deep by the time the clock hit midnight. 
Although they were at opposite ends of the spectrum when it came to their music tastes, they loved talking to each other about what they were listening to. They would share their weekly Spotify stats over dinner at the end of each week and make playlists for each other to listen to whenever they were taking the train somewhere. 
As Harry finished explaining, Y/N picked up the bouquet and carried it over to where he was sitting, placing it on the table in front of him. 
Even as he was speaking, Harry automatically reached out to slide an arm around her waist beneath her fuzzy, pink cardigan rubbing circles with his thumb over the exposed bit of skin on her hip. 
“That sounds… really complicated, H.” Y/N sighed, “I’d hate to get into an argument like that.”
Harry smiled at how adorable she looked with pouty lips and concern on her face, “Lucky for you flower, y’ much too difficult to get into any kind of argument with.” 
Harry and Y/N rarely had major arguments. Typically, their disagreements were over minor or unimportant matters, often ending with Harry showering her with kisses as an apology or Y/N clinging to him until he forgave her.
“And he wants Drake to die?” Y/N gasps, “That’s awful.”
Harry nods, watching her hands carefully move around the flowers in the bouquet to get them in the perfect place. “Hmm, ‘s not the nicest thing to say to a person,”
Y/N sighed, sitting on his thigh when her legs got too tired from standing. His lips puckered against the base of her exposed neck from where she had tied her curls up with a scrunchie. He inhaled the floral perfume he had bought her for Valentine’s Day. She was obsessed with it, dousing herself in it every morning and before she went to bed.
“Have you listened to Taylor’s new album by the way?” Y/N wondered, turning to hook her leg over his other thigh so she was straddling him. She was pressed between him and the worktop, her arms moving around his neck and fingers fiddling with the curly baby hairs by his neck. 
Harry winced, “Ummm…”
“Harry,” Y/N huffed, “You said you would listen to it so I could talk you through it track by track.” 
“I know! I’m getting to it, y’know I’ve jus’ been busy this week.” Harry stated, which was true. It had been the school holidays and a lot more customers had visited both their shops than usual. 
“The album came out weeks ago,” Y/N said, pushing herself off of him to start putting everything away for tomorrow. 
Before she could take one step, Harry grabbed her wrist and pulled her into him, “I will, baby - promise, I’ll get to it and then y’ can talk for as long as y’ want all about it. Y’ can even put your pj’s on and show me y’ little dance y’ used to do when I heard y’ havin’ y’ little solo parties before we met,” He smirked against her neck. 
Y/N blushed, clearing her throat and moving away. Her eyes narrowed, “You better.” She walked back to the front desk, “And they weren’t solo parties! Marsh was there too,” She said, referring to her little cat. 
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During her lunch break, Y/N reached for her bag to eat the pasta salad Harry had prepared for her that morning before they left for work. When she unzipped the bag, she found his Star Wars lunchbox inside instead of her own.
She slid off her seat and walked straight to his tattoo shop next door, knowing he had probably mixed up their lunches and ended up with her Cinnamoroll one.
She pushed the door open, expecting to hear the strums of an electric guitar or the low grovel of an indie rock band playing over the Bluetooth speakers. But instead, she was shocked to hear the voice of her favourite singer. 
Her heart soared even before she saw him as she walked past the front desk. "Hey Mike, what's with the music?" She asked as if she didn’t know already.
“Harry insisted he put it on this morning. You have to go in there and tell him it’s killing the vibe.” Mike grumbled, taking a puff of the vape in his hand. 
Y/N smiled, “I quite like it.”
“Of course you do,” He rolled his eyes. 
Y/N walked through to the back rooms where she heard the steady sounds of a tattoo gun. Her eyes found Harry, deeply focused on the design he was tattooing on someone’s wrist. 
Y/N stood to one side and waited patiently, “Okay that’s all done,” Harry clicked his tongue, pushing his chair away and wrapping up the tattoo for the customer. 
After the customer had left, she stepped into the room, “Hi Harry,” She beamed, floating over to him. He looked so cute and cuddly today, wearing a grey sweatshirt and black trousers with his usual Doc Martens and a navy-coloured beanie to cover his curls. 
A smile carved onto Harry’s face, “Hi flower,” He removed his gloves and met her halfway, pulling her into a hug and kissing her softly. 
“Missed you,” She murmured against his lips. 
“Miss you always, flower.” He brushed a loose curl behind her ear, “Thought I wasn’t meeting y’ ‘til later?”
“Oh,” She pulled out the lunchbox and handed it to him, “I think we got our lunches mixed up,” 
Harry furrowed his brows, grabbing the plastic bag with his lunch inside only to find her pink lunchbox instead. He chuckles, “Ah, must have been the early morning getting to me.”
“S okay,” Y/N grins, “I like your music choice by the way.”
Harry smirked, “Promised a girl something,”
“Oh really?” Y/N’s grin deepened, “Well I’m sure she’ll be very happy you kept your promise.”
“I’ve been thinking about her all morning, getting to hear her talk non-stop later about her favourite songs.” He says, her arms sliding up his torso to meet at the back of his back. 
She stood on her toes, his head dropping and their noses brushing together, “All morning?” 
“All the time,” He breathes, “Can’t seem to stop thinking about her since I met her.”
“Hmm, well she’s a very lucky girl.” Y/N murmurs.
His lips met hers, the low light above shining down on them as the Tortured Poets Department came to an end and ‘Lover’ played on shuffle over the speakers of his tattoo parlour. 
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tojisrealwifey · 2 days
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billie's new song wildflower is SOOO crybaby coded i cant even listen it without thinking abt reader and toji
OH. MY. GOD. YOU'RE SO RIGHT! YOU'RE SO FREAKING RIGHT!
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THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME ABOUT THIS CAUSE I HAVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR A SONG LIKE THIS FOR SO LONG LIKE HELOO?!?!? (hence my urge to write crybaby)
WE FOUND THE THEME SONG FOR CRYBABY
AND THOSE LINES:
"but i see her, in the back of my mind, all the time."
"i know that you love me, no need to remind me."
"you say no one knows you so well, but every time you touch me i just wonder how she felt"
"valentine's day, crying in the hotel, i know you didn't mean to hurt me so i kept it to myself"
"do you see her, in the back of your mind, in my eyes?"
BRO I'M SOBBING HYPERVENTILATING CONVULSING OUT OF SADNESS LIKE I'VE JUST BEEN HIT BY A TRUCK-
my eyes are so red from sobbing- i don't know why i do this to myself, like i'm crying over this fictional thing but it hurts so real AHHHHHHHHHH ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽
the closest i got to this scenario in a song is glimpse of us by joji which is from the perspective of the guy who sees his previous lover through his current lover.
but there is no song from the girl's perspective, who feels like she's just a stand-in for his previous lover.
this is just perfect- i'm gonna go cry for the next few hours :(
tysm for bringing this song to my attention!! muahh! *sad kisses*
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lovearthur · 16 hours
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𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 (𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)
𝓑𝓔𝓕𝓞𝓡𝓔 𝓨𝓞𝓤 𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓓! req by @melzymelzy00 . afab/fem reader . self conscious reader . mild violence if u squint . kidnapped by o'driscolls . petname use of angel, darlin, sweetheart .
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u were gone. stolen. kidnapped, even.
after many, many times of convincing arthur that u were fine, able to go out on ur own, u get banged up and taken by some of o'driscoll boys.
just ur luck, ain't it?
arthur being arthur, arthur being ur loving boyfriend, there wasn't one day that he didn't look for u. he needed u back, forcur friends but mostly for his own sanity. he wouldn't know how to handsle himself if something bad happened to u. he's never seen the women so upset until u disappeared. even hosea was worried about ur well-being. bit no one felt anything close to what arthur was feeling. u were really the only girl who kept him sane, kept him in the reasoning mindset if needed. one day, he'd find u.
that day came. arthur was so, so thankful that he finally found u.
he found u. stupid enough, one of the o'driscoll boys was flauting and bragging about how they kept a "pretty little thing" up by their camp, talking to another man in the saloon in valentine. that o'driscoll may have or may not gotten the roughest treatment from arthur after dragging him round the side. once he got to the o'driscolls hideout, his eyes locked onto u. on the ground, ur hands tied up against a pole with ur mouth gagged by a neckerchief. ur eyes widened at the sight of him..ur hair was dishevelled, some strans sticking to ur hair from ur tears of panic, worry and how terrified u were. his face frowned, looking at ur hair. u didn't have ur beautiful, long hair. it was gone.
those fools cut ur hair. arthur knew how deep u were attached to it. god, if only he could get his hands on every single one- no, u were his priority. u were his first concern. he quickly made his way over, his big hands cuffing ur face as he did his best to comfort u. “darlin'- sweetheatt- 's jus' me. gonna getcha outta here, okay?” he says, keeping his focus on u, and he pulls the neckerchief from ur mouth. it hurt his soul, seeing how u were shaking like a leaf, sobbing like a wounded animal. his heart practically broke for u, being in his mess. god he felt horrible that ge got u in this mess. this life.
“oh, arthur.. i-” “sh sh sh, jus' stay quiet f'me, angel. jus' till i get ya outta here.” and u nod quickly as his words, and he goes behind u, quickly taking out out a knife to cut the rope bounds ur wrists together. u face u once again and his face frowned even more. u pretty, long hair... gone. its now just a simple, shaggy cut bob. oh, those fools. arthur would kill every damn o'driscoll if he could. especially since that they treated u like that. he whistles on his trusted horse bwofre looking back at u, he helped u up as u steadied urself. being a man that gets all tense and uncomfortable towards physical touch, he extends his arms out to u in an embrace. “c'mere little one, yer alrigh' now.” with no hesitation, u wrapped ur arms around his torso nd his head rests above urs as he glided his hand to hold ur head, like if he was still shielding u from any harm that was determined to come towards u.
𝜗℘ ᶻ 𐰁 ⟢ ݂
it's been days since they took u away. and the gang was so thankful and happy that u came back alive. even though everyone knew how vicious the o'driscolls are. u were still pretty shaken up still which is understandable. it was a pretty terrifying experience. u didn't want see anyone of that pathetic gang again.
ms. grimshaw was surprisingly more kind towards u - weren't sure if that was her own choice or arthur spoke to her. either way, u were glad. the girls checked up on u frequently, too. feeling bad about the loss of ur cut hair, they knew u had a sort of attachment to it. and u took good care of it, too. u were so proud of how ling ur hair was, it went down to ur slim waist, kept always in its pretty, tidied state. now u didn't know what to feel, never had it this short ever since u were a young, small child. u just... had to grow to accept ur hair like this.
u hated how ur hair looks.
“i hate what they did t'ya.. really, i do, but yer hair is still nice. it ain't so bad.” he says, stroking ur hair in a way to try and comfort u. u both knew he wasn't good at it but it was nice to him to try anyway. “it jus- it ain't me. i want my hair back, my long hair back, arthur. dont like it this short, makes me look stupid.” u say, leaning into his touch. the hands of a hardened killer and yet he treated u with such fragility and kindness. he kissed ur temple “yer still a pretty girl. my pretty girl, long hair or no.” u smiled at his words.
it was now late at night, u were sitting close by a river, not that far from camp. fixing up ur hair to make look a little nicer. u came to accept that ur hair was short and that it'll take a while for it to grow back to where it was before. and that's okay. After a little while, u made ur way back to camp, the scent of burnt wood filling up the air as u walk past the campfire, returning to ur tent with arthur waiting in the bed, waiting for u. “there she is, c'mere my doll.” he says with that stupid grin on his face, and u smile slightly at his words, the petname making u giddy inside. u climbed into bed, ur head resting on his chest while he played with ur hair. “suits ya.” u soft hum. “i don't think it does, arthur-” “dont be talkin' like that, yer a pretty girl. a sweet, beautiful girl.” he replies as he leans down, kissing ur forehead. “lettin no one tell ya different.” he added as u kisses his cheek.
u adjusted ur position and got comfortable besides once again, ur arms around him in an embrace and vice versa.
he was the perfect man for u. ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .
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seoul-bros · 2 days
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Jikook Week 23 Complete ✔️(14 - 21/05/2024)
Their twenty third week in the military is now complete and time to celebrate this milestone with a look back at this week in 2015.
It was The Most Beautiful Moment in Life Part 1 era and the lead single I Need You was being promoted on all the SK music shows.
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On the 14th May they appeared on Mnet Countdown.
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and Jungkook posted on TwiX saying, "Thank you for your effort!!! I will perform brightly tomorrow as well ㅋㅋ"
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In researching these weekly blogs I keep finding out new things about South Korea. Did you know that Koreans celebrate THIRTEEN Valentine's Days and one of them is the 14th May known as Yellow Valentine's Day or Rose Day.
"On Yellow Day, singles who want to be in a relationship wear a yellow shirt and order a “yellow” curry at a restaurant as a symbolic gesture that encourages them to get rid of their “single status.” For those who already have a lover, they would instead celebrate Rose Day by exchanging roses."
On this day in 2015, Jimin sent a rose to ARMY, "I heard it's Rose Day today. I didn't have time, so I drew it in a hurry. Thank you so much ARMY for supporting us today too. Thank you every day, every day"
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It was a week of non-stop fan signings and music show appearances. Fansignings - Wow look how young and adorable they were in 2015.
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In addition to Mnet Countdown, they appeared on Arirang Simply Kpop, KBS Music Bank, MBC Music Core, SBS Inkigayo and Show Champion. They were burning the candle at both ends. V even admited that they were exhausted in this backstage segment from Show Champion.
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The segment was called Loyal Boys and they had to choose someone else in the group to praise. Who does JK choose to praise....hmmm well no surprises there then.
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MBC Music Core - Jimin and Jungkook
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SBS Inkigayo
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Show Champion Backstage - Jikook talking about Jimin's disappearing six pack and the origin of different martial arts.
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Post Date: 21/05/2024
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persnickety-doodles · 3 months
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Kicking off another Valentine’s Day with some Korrasami! ❤️💙
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redysetdare · 3 months
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You can help an aroace this Valentine's day for the low low price of 1 billion dollars sent to me.
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starwarjotta · 3 months
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happy Valentine's Day my dears <3 you are all so very lovely
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dizzybizz · 3 months
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"this is regrettably the best kiss of your life, you understand?"
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rad-roche · 3 months
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It's Valentine's day! You there, browsing the tag. Have you ever thought 'I like Nick Valentine, but I wish he starred in two novels lovingly written in the prose style of a detective noir from 1943, and so help me God, I don't want to pay a cent for it?' No! Nobody has! What an unusually specific dream!
But it's too late, I've already written them.
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More than that, I've filled them with art, too.
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If this sounds like something you'd like, you can find the full series (the two books and two small side stories) here.
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stevenrogered · 3 months
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ONE DAY ↳book > screen
Imagine one selected day struck out of your life and think how different its course would have been. Think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on that memorable day. - Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
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lunarin64art · 1 month
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That feeling when he can't stand to see you that way, no matter what you do, no matter what you say😩😭💔
#scott pilgrims precious little life#scott pilgrim vs the world#spvtw#spto#scott pilgrim#wallace wells#lisa miller#scollace#kim pine#natalie adams#envy adams#don't rlly know if I like how this turned out but oh well;;;#hope its obvious that this is based on the song “Scott Pilgrim” which the creation the comics were inspired from#the lyrics always make me think of Wallace and Lisa's feelings for Scott every time I hear it#ofc you could also relate it to Kim especially since the singers voice kind of reminds me of her#but overall the lyrics fit these two much better since Scott never truly “saw them that way” despite how long they've liked him#and they always seem happier to see him compared to Kim#Im surprised tho that I havent yet seen anyone draw these two together now that their dialogue parallels have been acknowledged more lately#also tho I wish more people pointed out that they both got cucked by red heads LOL#and Kim and Envy actually do look really similar when scott first meets them#makes me wonder if Scott subconsciously went for Envy since she reminded him of Kim (which would be fitting given that you could argue that#Envy dated Scott because he reminded her of Todd. Since he and Scott are confirmed to be meant to be seen as similar to one another#so much so that even their first and last names rhyme#last thing I'll add tho is that while Wallace and Lisa are very similar even personality wise#the one big difference is that despite that whole conclusion on vol4 of Scott not cheating on Ramona with Lisa because he loves her#the writers apparently think it would be “organically correct” for him to have an affair with wallace LMAO#but I guess we shouldn't be surprised since Wallace and Ramona are both in the front of the official valentines art which is clearly#a deptiction of Scotts wet dream or smth (oh and you could also argue that Wallace and Lisa parallel on that art since they're both#shirtless with white socks.. which could be a reference to how lisa wears skimpy clothes for Scott and Wallace often only wears boxers#to like sexually frustrate Scott for fun or smth
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laugtherhyena · 10 months
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I will never get over how absolutely jacked Sin is in strive in comparison to his previous designs
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juststuffshere · 2 months
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this came to me in a dream
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beansprean · 11 months
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Every Night's Like an Open Frame
A lil sequel to “Waiting on Mr. Right” ;)
Series also on AO3!
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ID: 1a. Aerial shot of a parking lot with one car and a single story building with a temporary sign strapped onto it that says ‘open all night’. A permanent sign on a pole out front says 'Arden Heights Dark Bowl' in purple LEDs, several letters burnt out. A speech bubble pops out of the building that says, 'Guillermo!' 1b. Inside, a medium shot of Nandor and Guillermo facing each other in profile, bowling lanes with LED striping in the background. A monitor is hung above them listing their scores up to the sixth frame, showing Nandor at 46 and Guillermo at 52 with two additional strikes in the last two frames. A little cartoon bowling pin appears on screen, saying 'strike!' The entire room is lit with neon green, purple, and red lights. Nandor sweeps his arm toward the scoreboard angrily and shouts, 'Why did you not tell me you were such a skilled bowler?!' Guillermo tosses his arms out and snaps back, 'Because that’s the first question you’ve asked me all night! You’ve only been talking about yourself!' 1c. Shot of Guillermo over Nandor’s shoulder, showing only one other occupied lane a ways behind him. Nandor throws his arms up, fingers curling in a strangling motion, and replies, 'You said asking questions was a first date activity! This is our second!' Guillermo slumps with a tired frown, pointing out, 'Only technically! The getting-to-know-eachother part is continuous, Nandor. You’re not getting to know me at all.' 1d. Reverse shot of Nandor, who crosses his arms and huffily asks, 'Oh, so you are not interested in hearing about my large penis and great vampiric powers?' 1e. Reverse shot of Guillermo, who purses his lips together and glares back, cheeks flushed. 1f. Repeat. Guillermo mumbles through gritted teeth, '…Not the point.' 1g. Medium shot of them both in profile. Nandor leans forward with a triumphant smile, poking his finger at Guillermo’s face, and crows, 'Aha! See? I am providing the necessary information to ensure you will agree to future dates!' Guillermo leans back away from his pointing finger, pouting in embarrassment and glaring to the side. He mumbles back, 'Shouldn’t I get to do that, too?' 1h. Shot from behind Nandor as he whips around to face the viewer, back to Guillermo, a triumphant grin still wide on his face. He says, 'No need!' Guillermo peers suspiciously at him from the background. 1i. Close up of Nandor’s hand as he sinks his fingers into a red 16-pound bowling ball on the return rack, Guillermo visible behind him clutching his own arm and looking mildly confused. Nandor continues, 'I have already decided how I feel about you.' 1j. Close up of Nandor in profile on a bubbly pink background as he holds up the ball in front of his face to inspect it with a serious expression. He says, 'I cannot imagine anything you could say that would make me want you more.' Close up of Guillermo staring at him, eyes wide and sparkling, cheeks flushed, as Nandor continues, 'Or anything that would keep me away.' 1k. Wide shot, bust of Guillermo small in the center, blushing and looking frustrated with himself as he thinks, 'Why is this working for me?' The background is full of dancing red flags. Offscreen, Nandor continues, 'But very well.' 1l. Shot over Guillermo’s shoulder as Nandor turns to face him with a grin, one hand on his hip and the other holding up a peace sign with the bowling ball held up on his fingers. He says, “Whomever hits the most little white men-“ Guillermo interrupts, correcting, 'Pins.' Nandor continues, '-on the next turn will have to answer a personal question.' 1m. Full body shot from the lane as Nandor turns toward it and dips to roll the ball with a confident smile and decent form. His bowling shoes do not match his outfit. Guillermo stands behind him in equally ugly shoes, watching.
2a. Close up of the bowling pins as Nandor's ball flies down the lane, knocking down some but not all. 2b. Close up at the scoreboard showing Nandor's score of 4 in frame 7. There are more bowling sounds from offscreen. 2c. Repeat, Nandor's score updates to show a spare as he knocks down the rest of the pins. A cartoon pin appears on screen with a wink and a thumbs up, announcing, 'Spare!' Offscreen, Nandor crows 'Ha!' 2c. Close up of Nandor looking very smug as he turns toward Guillermo and sweeps his arm toward the ball return behind him. He says, 'You're up, Guillermo.' 2d. Medium shot of Guillermo as he takes a green ball and readies it in his hands, squinting back at Nandor who stands behind him. Nandor is still holding his arm out and smiling, though the smugness has faded some in favor of affection as a little pink heart floats around his head. 2e. Close up on Guillermo in profile as he turns himself toward the bowling lane, bringing the ball up to balance in front of his face. His furrowed brow and the neon lightning strike in the background enhance his intense focus. 2f. Full body from below as Guillermo steps forward and takes his shot, form perfect and eyes forward. 2g. Shot of the lane from above as Guillermo's ball immediately veers sharply right and sinks into the gutter. 2h. Further shot of the ball rolling in the gutter down towards the pins. 2i. Close up of the ball falling off the end of the lane with a plunk, leaving all pins untouched. 2j. Close up of Guillermo looking calm and unsurprised, brows raised unconcernedly as the animated pin presses it's gloves hands to its face in shock and shouts 'Uh-oh! Gutterball!' Behind him, Nandor is a picture of shock, arms flying out beside him, eyes bugging, mouth dropped open. He shrieks, 'Wha- Guillermo!'
3a. Medium shot of Guillermo as he turns his back on the bowling lane to face Nandor, one hand on his hip and one eyebrow raised. Offscreen, Nandor stutters, 'That's not- You weren't supposed to-' Slightly pink in the face despite his confident veneer, Guillermo interrupts and asks, 'Now you have to answer a personal question, right?' 3b. Reverse shot of Nandor on a purplish pink background filled with question marks. Nandor frowns and tilts his head, baffled, but replies 'I- I suppose, but-' Guillermo interrupts from offscreen again and says 'Great.' 3c. Wide shot of them both in profile, the bowling alley stretching out behind them. Guillermo steps closer, still holding his confident and unbothered expression, and asks 'Do you wanna go make out in the parking lot?' Nandor's eyes bug out in shock, cheeks flushing purple. 3d. Repeat. Nandor rushes forward to take both of Guillermo's hands in his own and hold them up between them, leaning close and staring with a sweaty and flustered intensity. He replies, 'I was wrong. I am wanting you even more now. Tell me everything about you while we are doing the making out.' Guillermo's face breaks into a silly grin, amused but not uncharmed by this response. 3e. Exterior shot of the bowling alley from above, Guillermo now leaning against the building with Nandor pressed against him as they make out. Guillermo's right arm is around Nandor's waist and his left hand is pressed to the wall above by Nandor's. Dialogue drifts down the screen as they canoodle. Guillermo: 'Mmm, but I never went to art school or anything, it's just a hobby.' Nandor: 'I would love to see your work... Would you draw me, too?' Guillermo: 'Maybe...if you'd pose for me.' Nandor: 'However you want, Guillermo... Oh! You can roll your tongue? So can I!' Guillermo: 'Hahaha!' Nandor: 'You are full of surprises...' Guillermo: 'You have no idea...' The neon sign above them takes up most of the panel; more letters are now burnt out to spell 'The End.' /end ID
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vulpinesaint · 1 year
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the hogwarts legacy conversation really highlights something that i think usually stays hidden under the polite facade of liberalism. in the past days, weeks, months, it has become increasingly more apparent that there are SHOCKINGLY few trans allies in spaces which pride themselves on inclusivity and acceptance. as liberal people whose allyship so far has been limited to offering pronouns in their bio and maybe putting an infographic on their insta story once in a while are pressed to make choices to actively support trans people, it becomes increasingly clear that what they offered was never allyship at all. it becomes increasingly clear that their 'allyship' was contingent on all trans people being nice and unobtrusive and separate from other issues. people are dropping their illusions of supporting trans people shockingly quickly when confronted with the choice to actively harm people or not play a video game. as pat loller described it, they are presented with a trolley problem with trans people on one side and jk rowling/the (already paid) game devs on the other. one side will not be damaged. the train will take them on to their next destination, in fact, with very little fanfare. the train will crush the trans people. you have to actively pull the lever to crush the trans people. so-called allies are actively pulling the lever and then getting upset when trans people get upset about being DIRECTLY HARMED. how dare we speak up about the issues we face. how dare we be upset about the direct disregard and harm that people who claimed to support us are now foisting upon us. how dare we be messy about that. we are being actively legislated out of existence, and people who said they were our allies are abandoning us in droves for their much larger problem of... not being able to play a game. it's honestly fucking comedic. your allyship means nothing if it comes with conditions. your allyship means nothing if you are not willing to take action for the sake of your allies. your allyship means nothing if you are not willing to LITERALLY SIT STILL AND NOT DO A SINGLE ACTION for the sake of your allies. the trans community asks people NOT TO PLAY THE GAME. and people look us in the eyes and tell us that a few hours of antisemitic gameplay is worth more than our lives. fine. whatever. we see how it is. glad that they're finally being honest, at least. if you play hogwarts legacy or engage with harry potter i hope you die.
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strawberrybyers · 3 months
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thinking about how byler would celebrate valentine’s day with will making handmade cards and drawing cute doodles on them and mike writing love letters and poems <3
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