#Gravity Falls Original Soundtrack

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every fragile thing

genre: figure skater au, college au, enemies to lovers, angst and fluff

pairing: park sunghoon x f reader

word count: 12.3k

soundtrack: jealousy, jealousy / brutal / the grudge / get him back! / good 4 u - olivia rodrigio

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After an ankle injury lands you in weekly physical therapy sessions instead of on the ice where you should be training for regionals, you’re certain you must be the most emotionally volatile figure skater within a hundred mile radius. Park Sunghoon proves you wrong.

or,

every fragile thing has one of two choices: become stronger or shatter into a million pieces.

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Silence. One word, two syllables. A fairly straightforward term with a meaning that can be easily deduced from a quick scan of its Merriam-Webster definition. 

But unlike many words, silence is one that’s typically learned through experience. Through stilted beats, pregnant pauses, dreamlike moments in the dead of night while the world around you is at a standstill. 

In the moments just before the music starts, when it feels as if the audience around you is holding their breath. And you stand at the center of it all, blades of your tightly laced skates against ice, chest rising and falling in time with your heartbeat, mind spinning with possibility. In those moments, your long trained muscles take over, following the memory of countless repetitions as your body prepares to do what it knows best. 

There’s a question in that silence. One that’s asked with baited breath. 

Will I land this skill? Will I go home with a medal around my neck, cold weight a familiar comfort against my skin? Will this be my best performance yet? Will they love it? Love me?

That, as you’ve come to learn, is your favorite kind of silence. The kind that’s filled with endless possibility, with the promise of something beautiful or disastrous or some odd mix of the two to come. 

The feeling of freedom, of flying as blade cuts through ice, as your body defies gravity with every jump, every spin. 

But that is very much not the kind of silence that greets you where Dr. Min eyes you warily over the top of his pristine clipboard, a crease forming between his dark eyebrows. Frowning, he glances at the paper once more before returning his gaze to you. 

“You’re sure you’ve been resting? No weight on the fracture at all?”

It takes a good chunk of your willpower not to roll your eyes. Mostly because you’re lying through your teeth, but who’s keeping track? 

“Yes, I’m sure.” Gesturing to the thick black boot the lower part of your left leg and foot have been imprisoned in for the better part of a month, you add, “This thing’s still coming off in two weeks, right?”

Two weeks is pushing it, but you’ve done more with less. Two weeks puts you exactly three months out from regionals, which gives you exactly ninety-one days to pull together the most jaw dropping program you or the judges have ever seen. One that’s certain to land you on the podium and secure a spot at nationals. 

Once again, you thank your lucky stars for Coach Lee. She’s been with you since you were still struggling to lace your own skates, and there’s no one else you’d trust to have you ready for regionals in such a short time frame. No one else you’d bet your fate on like this. 

“That was our original time frame, yes…” Dr. Min trails off, avoiding your gaze in a way that has your stomach dropping unpleasantly. 

“And we’ll be sticking to it, I’m sure.” You hate the way the end of your phrase turns up like a question. 

Dr. Min sighs. “Look, ___, our original time frame was ambitious to begin with, and I hate to tell you this, but your ankle is not healing as well as we’d hoped. Fractures don’t heal overnight, and the best thing for you right now is rest.” 

The argument is already forming on your tongue. “But—”

“I know it’s hard to believe, but I’m not trying to ruin your life, ___. Truly. I’m saying this to you as the parent of an athlete and a former athlete myself. Pushing yourself now will only lead to reinjury in the future and will also very likely shorten your career. Your ankle needs to heal before you skate on it again. It needs to heal before you so much as put weight on it. And you need to let it heal completely.” The sincerity in his voice is hard to stomach when he says, “Believe me when I tell you that you’ll regret it for the rest of life if you don’t.”

And logically, you know he’s right. Know that this will be nothing but a minor setback if you allow it to run its course. If you follow his advice to rest and heal. But skating has never been something you’ve done with the logical parts of yourself. And Dr. Min doesn’t get it. You tell him as much. “You don’t understand what you’re asking me to do. Regionals are in less than four months, and—”

“I hear you. Believe me, I do. But this is your third year of university, which means you have another shot at nationals next year. If you push it and try to skate before you’re ready, you may very well lose that chance.”

“So I’m supposed to do what? Sit around and do nothing until my ankle decides to cooperate?” Even voicing the possibility has you suppressing a grimace. 

But Dr. Min has different thoughts. “Yes. That is exactly what you need to do.”

You don’t avert your gaze. Neither does he. Finally, after a moment, he sighs. “My recommendation at this point is still rest, but—”

“But?” Your excitement is impossible to contain fully. 

Dr. Min levels you with a cautionary look over his clipboard. “But, if you’re going to do anything, our athletics department does also run a physical therapy program, which I think could be beneficial. It would help to retain flexibility, mobility, and agility in the areas of your leg that support your ankle. It could help get you back on the ice faster and maintain the leg strength you’ve built. There’s a group session that runs on Tuesday afternoons—”

“Yes,” you nod, not bothering to hear the end of his statement. “Yes, I’ll do that.”

“I… okay.” As much as you want to hate him for it, Dr. Min has a point. And while you doubt physical therapy will be anywhere near as grueling as your usual workouts, it sounds a hell of a lot better than doing nothing. 

…

You’ve never liked hospitals. The odd juxtaposition of white, lifeless sterility and a culmination of some of life’s most painful moments has always left an unpleasant taste on your tongue. 

It’s one that has you double checking the address Dr. Min forwarded to you as you enter the oddly cheerful building that is apparently home to a renowned athletics physical therapy facility. Despite the medical purpose, there’s a distinct liveliness that envelops the space. 

The woman at reception informs you that this is indeed the right building and the session you’re attending has just begun in the room to your left. 

Pausing at the door, you’re struck with a sudden timidness. A physical therapy group for athletes will obviously be filled with, well, athletes. And although you can’t speak too harshly on that particular subsect of people, being one yourself, they can be intimidating. It must be the competitiveness, you think. The drive to push, succeed, win that gives off such a distinct aura.

Steeling yourself with one last breath, you remind yourself that’s why you’re here. To get back to that version of you that has everyone else feeling a little shier. That version of you that eats, breathes, and sleeps with ice skates laced on your feet and visions of the top of a podium driving your every decision. 

With determination straightening your brow, you push open the door. 

And immediately find yourself grateful for the mental preparation as three heads snap in your direction.  

Hitching your bag up an inch on your shoulder, you try not to melt under the sudden awkwardness. Thankfully, one of them is better at breaking ice than you.

“Hi,” the boy closest to you is the first to fill the silence. He’s all smiles where he gives you a friendly wave, moving a stray hair out of his eyes with a flick of his head as he tells you, “I’m Jungwon.”

You offer your name in return, trying on a smile to match his friendliness. You have a feeling it comes more naturally to him than it ever will to you, though. 

Regardless, he offers an equally cheerful, “Nice to meet you.” Glancing over to where the second boy is moving through a series of stretches, Jungwon makes eye contact, silently telling him he’s up next. 

Even mid-stretch, he acquiesces. “I’m Niki,” the second boy follows. 

“And I’m Jake.” The last boy doesn’t need any prompting from Jungwon. Nodding towards the walking boot that covers the bottom half of your left leg, he glances at a similar one that he wears on his own. “Looks like we’re twins. Tore up my achilles pretty bad in my last soccer match,” he explains. “What about you?”

“Fractured my ankle,” you return, a rueful smile dragging your lips up. “Figure skater.”

“Ah, man.” Jungwon winces. “That sucks.”

You shrug, forcing a nonchalance you don’t feel. “No worse than a busted achilles.” 

“That’s cool that you skate though,” Jake offers. “Kind of a funny coincidence, actually. There’s another—”

Whatever it is, he doesn’t get to finish the thought. At that moment, the door opens again, this time revealing a middle aged woman in a white physician’s coat. Her name tag reads Dr. Kim, and she introduces herself as such to you. 

“Looks like everyone’s here, including our new member.” She gives another cursory nod in your direction. “Welcome again.” Glancing around, the instructor pauses. “Oh, wait. Except for—”

“I’m here, I’m here.” For the second time in the span of a minute, the door behind you opens. You don’t miss the glance that passes between Niki and Jake. You turn to face the new arrival, but his back is to you as he sets his bag down and begins the process of switching his shoes. 

The way the new member enters with a dismissive wave of his hand and lack of proper greeting has you thinking tardiness is not an uncommon trait of his. Even from behind, you can feel the waves of arrogance he exudes. That seems to align more with your preconceived notions of athletes. 

Studying him for another second, a sinking feeling of dread begins to build in the pit of your stomach. Long, dark hair. Unnaturally graceful movements, even if all he’s doing is digging through his bag. Tall stature, broad shoulders, long legs. 

An athlete’s build through and through. Perfectly suited for the ice. 

“Great.” Despite the statement, Dr. Kim’s tone is flat. “Well, we were just getting started and introducing ourselves since we have someone new joining us today.”

“Hi,” he offers, still fixated on his bag, yet to offer as much as a glance in your direction. If anything, it only serves as a confirmation of his identity. “I’m—” You don’t even need to hear him say it. 

“Sunghoon?”

At that, he does finally look up. 

Gaze locking with yours, a moment of confusion is quickly replaced by a furrow in his brow, the slight downturn of his lips. He’s not thrilled to see you either. 

A beat passes. 

Two. 

Neither of you break eye contact. 

The silence extends to the point of discomfort for all four onlookers, each of them hesitant to break the tension that’s rising by the second. 

Finally, Dr. Kim takes a knife to the tension. “Do you two know each other?” 

Park Sunghoon. Renowned figure skater at your rival university. Someone with such a natural knack for carving lines through ice that whispers of prodigy have been shadowing his footsteps since the minute he put them on a rink. 

Someone with his head so far up his own ass you’re not sure how he can see half the time, much less keep his hair looking so perfect. 

Oh, you know him alright. 

“___?”

And it would seem he remembers you as well. 

It also answers Dr. Kim’s question well enough. 

“Ah, good.” It sounds like a question, like she’s hoping your acquaintance will be a positive thing instead of a disaster. You don’t have the heart to tell her otherwise. “The figure skating community is tight knit, I suppose.”

You suppress a scoff. That’s one word for it, you guess. 

You remember when it felt that way to you, too. Before tight knit became too small. Back before university, when it felt like it was you and Park Sunghoon against the world, instead of against each other. Back when the two of you didn’t skate for opposing teams but instead were members of the same club. A time when you took the ice together, skated as partners until he—

You force your thoughts to stop in their tracks. Your blood pressure has spiked enough in the last few days, and thinking back on long days spent with Park Sunghoon will only send it skyrocketing again. 

If anything, you’ll use this opportunity to practice perfecting your poker face for when you inevitably run into him at future competitions. 

And future competitions means you need a healed ankle, not a bruised ego. And certainly not an unpleasant trip down memory lane. 

Turning away from Sunghoon, you’re the first one to answer when Dr. Kim asks if you’re ready to get started. 

“Yes,” you tell her, determination written across your brow, in the set of your shoulders, and perhaps most noticeably, in the way you avoid Sunghoon’s wandering gaze for the next two hours. 

…

Without the rink, days are quick to meld into one another. It may be concerning, considering that you still have a set schedule of classes and homework to follow, but your life has revolved around training for so long that it’s hard to tell Mondays from Wednesdays without a set practice schedule. 

Thankfully, you do still make it back to the clinic at the right time on the right day, this time for another session with Dr. Kim and your fellow band of broken athletes. 

Including him. 

Aside from the glaringly obvious exception, you’re not as bothered at the thought of returning as you feared you might be. 

Jungwon, Niki, and Jake have proven themself pleasant enough company, and Dr. Kim seems to have built an understanding of how difficult it is to be forcibly removed from the sport you love. As such, she’s one of the least aggravating medical professionals you’ve spent time around. 

“Hey,” Niki greets when you arrive. “Did you have a good weekend?”

You shrug. “Good enough. Mostly just catching up on homework.” Setting your bag down and switching out your shoes, you join him on the mat, beginning the series of warm-up stretches Dr. Kim instructed you through last week. “What about you?”

“Not too bad. I got some good news from my doctor, actually.” He switches legs in his stretch, and you’re almost envious of his flexibility. He’s a dancer, and an exceedingly good one at that. One with an unfortunate knee injury at the moment. “My x-rays are looking a lot better. He thinks I might be able to start easing back into regular use by next month.” 

“That’s great,” you smile, even as a pang of jealousy stabs somewhere near your gut. “I’m really happy for you, Niki.” 

“A month still feels like forever, though, doesn’t it?” He sighs. “I can’t remember the last time I was out of the studio for this long.” 

Jungwon slides down onto the mat next to you, joining in on the stretch routine. “Consider yourself lucky, man. They told me at my last check-up that I probably won’t be able to do any jumping or kicks again for at least three months even though the fracture is already mostly healed.” He shakes his head. “No jumping or kicking,” he echoes, sarcasm dripping from every word. “You know, things that are super easy to avoid in taekwondo.”

“If it’s any consolation, I just got told that I’m gonna have to sit out of regionals this year. Which means I’ll have no way of qualifying for nationals.” You wonder how many times you’ll have to admit that particular reality to yourself before the sting starts to fade. 

“That sucks.” Jake agrees, coming down to the mat and occupying the spot next to Niki. “I’ll probably have to sit for this entire season, too. I love my team, but it’s so frustrating watching them play when I know I could be an asset on the field.”

“That’s true.” You’re struck by a sudden wave of sympathy. “At least skating is an individual sport, so the only person I have to disappoint is myself.” 

“Speaking of skating,” Jungwon sounds hesitant as he approaches the subject. “Do you and Sunghoon, uh…” he pauses for a moment in search of a neutral way of framing the unmistakable tension that surfaced the last time he saw the two of you together. “Do you two know each other?”

Grimacing internally, you suppose an explanation was bound to be solicited after your icy reunion. “We skate for rival universities.” Your gaze fixes on a spot on the ground. “And before college we used to, uh, we used to skate for the same club.”

The three boys share a glance. It’s hardly an explanation for the venom you said his name with but before they can press you further, the subject in question enters the room. 

Again, he takes his time setting his bag down, getting his things ready. This time, he also pulls out an obnoxiously big pair of headphones, secures them over his ears before he bothers to turn around. Despite the fact that all three boys offer him friendly smiles and waves, he returns the gesture only with a tight smile, making his way to the mat on the opposite side of the room before he begins his stretch routine.

It’s a message that rings loud and clear. A frown passes between Jake, Jungwon, and Niki. It’s obvious to you, then, that you’re the reason he chose to set himself up as far away as physically possible. 

So be it, you think, letting the slight roll right off of you. It’s not the first time he’s given you the cold shoulder for something he plays an equal part in, and you doubt it will be the last. 

Besides, it will only make your sessions pass by quicker, if the burden of avoiding gazes and minimizing interactions falls on his shoulders instead of yours.

With nothing but a shrug, you adjust slightly, ensuring that the only view he has of you is of your back. 

…

It’s a pattern that continues as physical therapy sessions start to become a regular routine in your week. Sunghoon, with his apparent disdain for anyone’s time but his own, is always the last to arrive. He also continues his habit of picking the spot in the room furthest away from you. 

Despite the fact that you’d like to chalk it up to his social ineptitude alone, that explanation doesn’t track. Although there’s still a certain aura of aloofness that follows where he goes, it’s too often that you see him smiling at a joke cracked by Jake or sharing easy conversations with Jungwon and Niki.  

Hell, he even interacts with Dr. Kim with a level of warmth you didn’t know was possible coming from him. If there’s any disdain in their conversations, he directs it all towards his right wrist. It’s why he’s here, you assume. Encased in a brace similar to the one you wear on your left ankle, his right forearm seems to be the reason for his attendance. 

It’s hard to not be envious. While a wrist injury is nothing to scoff at, it doesn’t necessarily keep you off the ice. Not in the same way a fractured ankle does. 

Refocusing your thoughts, you push the boy across the room firmly out of mind as Dr. Kim helps adjust you into the next stretch.

“How about now?” Dr. Kim pushes your spine a fraction of an inch further, pressure light but demanding. Before, this much flexibility would have been an easy request of your body, but lack of use has your muscles feeling tight. “Any tightness or pain?”

“No.” The bead of sweat on your brow begs to differ, as does the way the negation slipped through gritted teeth. 

But you’re frustrated. Annoyed at the progress you’ve lost, at the new limits of your body, at the way you feel like a stranger in your own skin. 

Across the room, you miss the flicker of annoyance that flits over Sunghoon’s features. Headphones on as always, you imagine you’re nothing more than a blip on his radar, a pesky intruder that’s easily ignored as long as he has his back to you. 

“Hm,” Dr. Kim muses. “You’ve retained more flexibility than I expected.” She offers you a smile. “That’s a good thing, a sign of a quick recovery.”

You suppress a grimace. It should be a good thing. You should be recovering quickly. If only you could get your stupid body to cooperate. 

Stealing another glance at the boy across the room, you can’t help the way a small burst of rage bubbles in your stomach. Prodigy. Why does he always get to be the anomaly, the exception to the rule? His injury is already less severe than yours, and he’s probably recovering quickly, too. Without even having to fake it.

Easing you out of the stretch, Dr. Kim jots down a quick note. “I’ll have Dr. Min run another x-ray at your next visit.” Nodding towards your ankle, she adds, “I think there’s a good chance that things are looking a lot better, and updated x-rays will help guide our next sessions.” She pauses for a minute. “I don’t want to get ahead of myself or get your hopes up, but I think we might be able to start putting some weight back on it soon. Start getting it stronger again.” 

You’re hesitant to let your excitement grow too much. But it would be a lie if you weren’t already counting the days until your next visit with Dr. Min in your head. “Thank you,” you tell her. “I’ll hope those x-rays come back looking good, then.”

“Me too,” she smiles. “I’ll see you next week, then. Hopefully with good news.”

You nod, returning her smile before heading to the door to gather your things. Jungwon catches you on your way out. 

“Hey, ___, hold on a sec.” When you turn back towards him, he tells you, “The rest of us are gonna grab lunch at a place nearby, if you want to join.”

Your uncertainty must write itself across your features, because he’s quick to add, “Don’t worry. Sunghoon won’t be there. He’s got a class right after this.”

Slightly embarrassed by the way he read you so easily, you nod. “Sure. Lunch sounds good.” Despite their friendliness with Sunghoon, you’ve come to like the three of them. And it’s been far too long since you broke up the monotony of class, homework, and medical appointments with something as simple as lunch with friends. 

And as long as he’s not there, you imagine it will be nothing but pleasant. 

It doesn’t take long for them to prove you wrong. 

Niki barely lets you get one bite in before he asks, “So, what exactly happened between you two?” Even without the name, the question is obvious. 

Still, after choking on the sip of water you’d been taking, you answer, “Who?”

Jake just gives you a look. 

You sigh. “Like I said, we used to skate for the same club. We, uh, never really got along, I guess.” Avoiding eye contact, you add, “And now we skate for rival schools. I suppose it’s only natural to not like each other.”

Niki doesn’t miss a beat. “Yeah, that sounds made up.”

Jungwon swallows his bite, parts his lips like he has something to say. Internally, you heave a sigh of relief. If any of the three of them spare you, you have a feeling it would be him. “I mean, it does seem like something else must have happened.”

Or not. 

“You don’t have to tell us,” he adds. “But it’s just… I mean, the two of you can’t even look at each other.”

Sighing, you suppose the circumstances do look odd from the outside. “There was… an incident. Back when we used to skate together.”

“What?” Jake asks. “Did he steal your skates right before a show or something?” 

“No, no.” You shake your head. “It happened on the ice, actually. During a program.”

“Wait,” Niki interrupts. “You said you used to skate together. Do you mean like, as partners?”

The guilt on your face says it all. 

“No way.” Jake says. 

Jungwon’s eyes grow bigger. “What did he do?”

“Yeah,” Niki turns to face you fully. “Wouldn’t being his partner be a good thing? At least on the ice, I mean. I know he can be a little insufferable, but isn’t he some sort of prodigy—”

“Prodigy, my ass.” You’re so sick of that goddamn word. “Wasn’t a prodigy when he dropped me in the middle of our program at junior nationals, was he?”

The way all three or their jaws drop in unison is almost worth the admission. 

But the thing is, he was. No accusatory fingers pointed in his direction after it happened. No one blamed prodigy Park Sunghoon for the mishap. 

No, it was decided fair and square by the jury of public opinion that the mistake was entirely your fault, your burden to bear. And it’s not like you were immune to the criticism. Whispers followed where you went. And you always, always managed to hear them. 

Maybe if you’d trained a little harder, completed the second rotation a little sooner, the skill would have gone off without a hitch, they mused. Hell, maybe if you’d stuck to your diet a little better, those last two pounds would have spelled the difference between a perfect landing and your ass on frozen ground, program music still crescendoing as onlookers watched with horrified fascination.

“Oh,” Jungwon grimaces. 

“That’s rough,” Niki agrees. 

And they don’t even know the worst of it. Don’t know that back then, at sixteen, you’d had a giant, soul crushing, earth shattering, massive crush on your skating partner. That you searched for his approval just as eagerly as you’d sought out Coach Kang's. 

That you’d squeezed in as many extra practice sessions as physically possible for five months leading up to the routine just to make sure you were as close to flawless as possible, just to make sure you were chosen to be his partner on the ice. 

That you giggled, giggled, when you saw the matching costumes the two of you would wear for the first time. 

That you followed where he went with long sighs and lovesick eyes. That you looked forward to the grueling hours you spent on the ice with him, turning perfection into something even greater. 

That your heart skipped a beat every time you ran through your program, every time he caught you with sure hands and a strong grip. 

That Park Sunghoon never made a mistake, never let you fall, not once. 

Not until a spotlight was spinning dreams into reality and you were already anticipating the secret smiles you’d share with matching gold medals around your necks. 

Not until it all shattered in a single moment. 

It was cold, as you laid there on the ice, sprawled out and unable to move from the sudden shock of it all. Luckily, you’d avoided any critical injuries. You had staggered off the ice with nothing but some bad bruising, the worst of it staining your ego and your heart. 

And after it all, no matter how many times you passed him on your way to the locker room, shared the ice with him, or searched for the gaze he pointedly avoided across the room, Park Sunghoon never uttered the two words that just might have made you forgive it all. 

Instead of an apology or even the decency of an explanation, you got a cold shoulder and a lost friendship you were too confused by to mourn. 

In the end, you’d decided to turn it all into a blessing in a very thorough disguise. From that moment onwards, all of your time on the ice was dedicated to you and you alone. Never would you let anything but the sheer strength of your own will, your own goals, motivate you to become better, faster, stronger. 

And you found that victory tasted even sweeter, when the full weight of it could rest on your shoulders alone. When no one could whisper behind their palms that the only reason you stood on the podium was a prodigy of a partner. 

So fine. Park Sunghoon didn’t owe you shit. Not an apology, an explanation, or even a second glance. 

And if he was a prodigy, an ice prince or whatever stupid title he’d earned alongside his medals, well, you’d just have to be even better.

But now, sitting across from new friends with a fractured ankle and a ruined shot at medalling this year, a quiet part of you admits for the first time that maybe, just maybe, part of that resolve is nothing but spite in disguise. Part of the anger you’ve clung to for so long isn’t directed at him, but at yourself. 

That it was embarrassing to fall in front of a crowd, yes, but it was also humiliating to know that he was hearing all those little comments about your inferiority too. To realize that his silence meant he probably agreed. That you were a liability of a partner, unequal in both skill and importance. That he could move on from the incident, from you, completely unscathed. 

That your little crush was entirely one-sided, just like the respect and admiration you’d once felt for him. 

You stare at the half-eaten lunch in front of you, appetite suddenly completely gone. 

“What a coincidence that the two of you ended up injured at the same time,” Jake muses. 

“And in the same physical therapy group.” Jungwon nods. 

“Yeah,” you echo hollowly. “What a coincidence.”

…

When Park Sunghoon speaks to you for the first time in five years, it’s completely by accident.

As the weeks have continued on, you’ve fallen into a perfect routine during your shared physical therapy sessions. A routine of avoidance, ignorance, and as much space between the two of you as physically possible. It’s become so easy that the two of you navigate it with the kind of grace only two elite figure skaters could ever manage. 

If anything, it’s more awkward for the other members of your session than it is for the two of you. Jungwon, Jake, Niki, and Dr. Kim are the ones suffering as they try to stay friendly with both of you without icing out the other. 

It must be why he doesn’t even bother to check who it is that’s standing right next to him as he reaches for his bag on the shelf near the front door at the end of another session. Must be why he says it in a voice so casual you don’t think it’s him at first. “How pissed do you think Dr. Kim will be if I’m late again next week?”

Even though the voice doesn’t quite fit, you half expect to see Jake standing next to you when you turn to the side. 

Sunghoon realizes his mistake at the exact same second you do. You watch as shock flickers across his features, quickly replaced by something guarded, unreadable. Just as completely closed off to you as always. 

It pisses you off, the way he’s so utterly and completely unaffected by you. The way he can brush you off as easily as a piece of dust. Insignificant. Unimportant. Unwanted. It has you freeing the reins on comments you should bite back instead. 

“Hard to say.” Ice and resentment drip from every syllable. “Then again, I’m surprised you care about what she thinks. Doesn’t seem like something that would bother you.”

That at least earns you some of his emotion. Another bout of shock crosses his face before it shifts to confusion and falls finally to anger. You can see it in the furrow of his brow, the set of his jaw. The flare of heat in his eyes. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

If he falls to anger, you’ll rise above it. At least on the outside. There’s no accounting for the way your gut twists in rage. Still, you offer him a smile that’s almost as fake as it is sickeningly sweet. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out if you spend enough time thinking about it.” It’s patronizing, and intentionally so. You hope it annoys him enough to keep him up tonight. 

Reaching for the front door, you take your exit first. The hallways of this building have become familiar over the weeks. Even with anger clouding your vision and a bad ankle, you trace a steady path to the parking lot. You’re halfway to your car when the sound of your name stops you in your tracks. 

You freeze for a moment, turning the sound of it over in your brain, stuck on the way it almost sounds like a plea, a prayer coming from his lips. The sound of footsteps draws nearer. They fall quickly, as if he’s running. Your indecision still renders you immobile. 

“Hold on a second. Did I… Did I do something to upset you?”

If you thought you were angry before, you’re surely seeing red now. How dare he. 

Spinning around, you only hope you sound as outraged as you feel. “Is that supposed to be some kind of joke?”

“What? No.” His brow furrows. “I mean, I know our schools are technically rivals and all, but we haven’t really seen each other in years.”

“Right, because you’ve been so sunny and welcoming since I joined the group.” And because the last time we saw each other ended on such great terms.

“I was giving you space. You practically bolted like a scared cat when you saw it was me.” He runs a hand through his hair. You hate the way it falls perfectly back into place. And you hate the way he looks so good doing it. “But clearly you’ve got something against me.”

The audacity, the sheer, utter audacity. There’s no trace of humor when you say, “You’re hilarious, really.” And there’s no room for debate when you turn away from him again, continuing to walk towards your car. 

“Wait,” he tries, but it falls on deaf ears. “God, ___, would you just hold on for a second, I—”

You turn. To do what, you’re not entirely sure. But before you can decide, the grip he has on his car keys loosens, the fingers of his right hand less dexterous than usual thanks to his arm brace. He still has his reflexes though. With his other hand, he manages to stop them from falling completely. 

“Better take care of that.” You jerk your chin to where he awkwardly fumbles with his keyring, trying to find a better grip. “Wouldn’t want to drop those too.”

His gaze snaps to you, eyes wide, mouth slightly slackened. The keys fall from his grasp, metal clinking delicately on the pavement. A million questions swim across his features, none of which you’ll give the grace of answering. 

Instead, you turn around once more. You make it all the way to your car, all the way out of the parking lot, all the way home. 

And he never says your name once. 

…

The following Tuesday, you are the last one of the group to arrive. And while you would usually never pass up the opportunity to best Sunghoon at anything, including being the latest arrival, competition is not the reason for your tardiness. 

It’s avoidance. That, and the fact that you had to spend eleven minutes giving yourself a pep talk in the car before you could work up the nerve to approach the front doors of the clinic. In the end, it’s a glance down at the boot on your left foot that does it. You’ve let Sunghoon ruin your chance at a gold medal once, and you’ll be damned if you let him do it again. 

Besides, your last visit with Dr. Min was a good one. Your ankle hasn’t healed quite as much as Dr. Kim suspected, but progress is progress, and you’re making plenty of it, according to your most recent x-rays. 

You enter the session with an apology for Dr. Kim and concentrated efforts to not let your gaze wander to the back corner of the room as you make your way over to where Jake and Jungwon sit. Starting your stretches, you assume Niki is over with Sunghoon, but you can’t work up the nerve to confirm that. 

Despite her initial annoyance at your tardiness, Dr. Kim is equally pleased at your latest x-ray results and gives you the green light to switch out the resistance bands you’ve been using for the next level up. Just as you’re reaching for the set of red bands on the shelf next to the treadmills, a set of obnoxiously smooth hands gets there first. 

Turning to Sunghoon with narrowed eyes, you grab the end of the band set he just snatched out from under you, eyes ablaze. 

The little fucker has the gall to roll his eyes. “What are you doing?”

You yank on the band. He doesn’t even flinch, grip steady. “I’m trying to follow Dr. Kim’s instructions,” you inform, tone flat. 

This time when you yank again, he yanks back. Much to your annoyance, he’s able to exert enough force to have you stumbling forward. “You’re trying to provoke me.”

“And it’s working,” Niki whispers to Jake and Jungwon in the back corner of the room. Dr. Kim just shakes her head. 

“Just take the green bands,” Sunghoon suggests. 

“They don’t have enough resistance. I need these ones,” you argue. “Why don’t you take the green ones?”

“Pretty sure if one of us takes the lighter bands, it should be you.” Sunghoon tightens his grip. “Or are you seriously trying to claim that you’re stronger than me right now?”

“I’m using them for my legs, you absolute jackass. Which are definitely stronger than your forearms.”

Sunghoon cocks a brow. “Should we put money on it?”

“You are such a dick. Dr. Kim literally—”

“Has another set of red bands,” the woman in question interrupts. She levels the two of you with an exasperated look as she holds them out in front of her. “There’s another set of every color on the equipment shelf next to the door.”

“Oh, right,” you nod, pulling back a little on your end of the band before you release it, just to hear the small cry Sunghoon lets out when it snaps against the skin of his good wrist. “Thanks.”

And the satisfaction that comes from completing your usual number of reps with a higher resistance is almost as gratifying as when you see Sunghoon rubbing at the still reddened skin on his left wrist as you pack up to leave for the day. 

“Those two are gonna kill each other,” Jungwon tells Jake and Niki as the three of them walk to their cars, brow creasing in concern. 

“Or something,” Jake agrees. 

Niki hoists his bag up on his shoulder. “My money’s on ___.”

A contemplative look passes between Jake and Jungwon before they nod in unison, “Yeah.”

…

You’re in the middle of passing a medicine ball back and forth with Jake the following week when he asks, “Are your school’s finals next week too?”

And although it’s hard to believe, first semester is already drawing to an end as the days get shorter and assignments get longer. 

“Yeah,” you nod. “I’m up to my ass in essays right now.”

“Same,” Jake agrees. “Sometimes it makes me wonder how I do it when I’m training, too.” Although you agree, a pang of jealousy is the only thing his words inspire. Of the skaters on your team that are preparing to compete as you speak. That have already choreographed their routines and selected their music and are spending every waking moment perfecting each and every detail of their program. 

It’s hard. It’s brutal. You’d be the first to admit that. But you miss it all the same, so much it hurts. 

A moment passes before he continues. “Well, anyway, Jungwon, Niki, and I were thinking that since none of us are training right now, we should celebrate the end of the semester like everyone else does.”

You arch a brow. “You’re gonna have to be more specific than that.”

“Right, sorry,” he apologizes. “Consider this your formal invitation to get absolutely shitfaced with us next Friday.”

The laugh that bubbles in your throat is so unexpected you can’t quite bite it back. While you have your fair share of good, old-fashioned fun, he’s right. Every other semester, you’ve celebrated the end of finals season with a cup of hot tea and an early night in bed. Traded one source of stress for another as you woke up bright and early the next day to hit the ice. 

You send him a smile, tossing the medicine ball back in his direction. “Count me in.”

…

The following Friday night finds you double-checking the address on your phone before tentatively knocking on the front door of what you hope is Jake’s apartment. In the middle of the university district across the city from your own, you can’t say you’re familiar with any of the buildings outside of the athletic complex, which you’ve only ever visited for a handful of competitions. It strikes you then that this is also the university Sunghoon attends. And, stomach dropping, that you never actually asked who all would be attending tonight.

Before you have the chance to spin on your heel and high-tail it down the stairs you just climbed, the door swings open. It’s not Jake. 

“Oh,” you mumble. The boy who opened the door is not Jake, but he is very much attractive. “Sorry. I’m looking for Jake Sim’s apartment.” Your voice turns up at the end like a question. 

“You’re in the right place,” he smiles, and it’s gorgeous. “I’m Heeseung, Jake’s roommate. You must be ___.” He opens the door wider, allowing you space. “Come on in.”

“That’s me.” You offer him a grateful smile as you enter, hanging your coat and sliding your shoes off. 

The interior is surprisingly sophisticated, for a college boy’s apartment. It’s clean, for starters, and as you follow Heeseung down the hallway towards the kitchen, you can’t help but be impressed by their choice in decor. 

“Help yourself to anything.” Heeseung gestures to the impressive spread of snacks on the table. “But first, can I get you something to drink?”

“Um…” Your lack of alcohol-related knowledge is apparent, and the uncertainty must be obvious, because Heeseung just smiles again. 

“I’ve got you.” There’s an undertone of something in his words. Something playful, something bordering on flirty. But it’s too subtle to tell for sure, and you’re not one to bet on losing odds. He reaches for a glass and a handful of ice cubes. “Do you like fruity flavors?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “That sounds good.” Besides, it’s been a minute since you’ve been well and truly flirted with at a college party by a boy that looks like he could spell trouble in his sleep. This could be fun, you think.  

Glancing towards the adjacent living room, you notice the usual familiar faces. Jake and Niki are sitting on the couch while Jungwon chats with a boy you don’t recognize. Eyes tracing the perimeter, you feel your shoulders tense when they land on a familiar silhouette. Sunghoon has his back to you, but his identity is just as unmistakable as it was on your first day of physical therapy. Like Jungwon, he’s talking to another person you don’t know. 

Oh, well. It’s too late to back out now and too early to make an exit. If you and Sunghoon can coexist in a room once a week without starting too many fires, you’re sure you’ll manage to get through tonight just fine. 

Heeseung hands you a full glass. It’s cold where it meets your fingertips. 

“Should we join them?” He inclines his head toward the living room and you nod. 

Following in his footsteps, you wave a quick greeting to Jake before taking a seat next to Heeseung, enough space between you and Sunghoon for you to relax slightly.

“How do you and Jake know each other?” You ask, searching for something to fill the silence, to keep the conversation flowing. “Do you play soccer together?”

Heeseung shakes his head. “No, we’ve been friends since elementary school. But I am on the basketball team, which helps. I feel like student athletes just kind of get each other, you know?”

You do know, and you tell him as much. The crazy schedule, the unwavering commitment. It’s much easier to explain to someone that’s living through the exact same thing. 

“Speaking of which, you’re a figure skater, right? For the university across town.”

You arch a brow. “I’m surprised Jake told you so much about me.”

“Not nearly enough,” he flirts, and this time it’s blatant. 

You take another sip of your drink with upturned lips, weighing a response on your tongue. Before you can decide how many cards you’d like to show, you make eye contact across the room with the one person you were hoping to avoid. 

Sunghoon looks equally—scratch that—even more displeased to see you. Jawline so taught you could cut your finger on it and lips drawn in a straight line, he’s pissed where he locks eyes with you from his seat. Sunghoon is the one to avert his eyes first. Throwing back whatever’s in his cup, he slices through the moment of tension with a knife. 

If Heeseung notices the way your breath splutters, he doesn’t comment. Thankfully, Jungwon chooses the next moment to say his hellos and introduce you to the boys you hadn’t recognized earlier. 

“Sunoo,” he nods towards the boy he’d been sitting with earlier, who offers a friendly greeting. “And that’s Jay, over by Sunghoon. And you’ve already met Heeseung.”

“And you all go to school here?”

“Yeah,” Jungwon nods. “Jay and I live together, and Sunoo is Niki’s roommate.”

“You’re deep in enemy territory,” Heeseung elbows you lightly, teasing. “What are we gonna do with you?”

You lift your now empty glass towards him, grinning. “Get me another drink, hopefully.”

Sending you a wink, he takes the glass from your outstretched hand before standing from the couch. “On it.” You watch his back retreat into the kitchen, oblivious of the second one that follows it a handful of moments later. 

Jay, as it turns out, is not an athlete, but does play guitar for a local  band your friend has been raving to you about for ages. He’s already promising you two sets of complimentary tickets to every one of their upcoming shows by the time you realize Heeseung’s been gone for a while. Too long. 

Excusing yourself, you head toward the kitchen. And it’s just your luck that you find the person you’ve spent the evening avoiding, instead of the one you’re searching for. Even with the buzz of your first drink fading rapidly, your inhibitions are feeling low. 

Sunghoon barely has the chance to register your presence before you’re laying out accusations. 

“I know you don’t like me, but do you really have to spend the whole night glaring at me like that? In front of everyone?”

Sunghoon’s shoulders tense, a confirmation that he hears you, but he says nothing. Instead, he just swallows the remainder of his drink in one large gulp. His eyes are still flaring, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think you did something to piss him off. 

But it’s just like him, to avoid conversations he doesn’t want to have with the end of another drink. To treat you like someone not even worthy of a response. You don’t know why you expected anything different. Scoffing, you notice the full drink sitting on the counter. Heeseung must have had the chance to refill it before disappearing. 

You move to step around Sunghoon and reach for it when he finally says, “I’m not glaring at you.”

The gaze you level him with is incredulous. “Do you think I’m stupid? I have eyes—”

“For all I know you are stupid!” Sunghoon sighs, drags an open palm down the length of his face. “I mean, are you really gonna let some guy you just met pour your drinks all night?”

“Heeseung?” You’re confused why all of his rage seems to be directed towards something so insignificant. “He’s Jake’s roommate”

“And a complete stranger to you.”

It’s infuriating, the way he assumes his opinion should hold any weight in your life. The way he thinks he has any say in your decisions. “So should I avoid all the food now too?” You’re being petty now for the sake of it. “I mean, since you’ve been in here unsupervised for quite a while now.” You take another step towards your drink and he moves, blocking your path with his body. 

When you look up, you find his eyes already trained on you, and there’s no ice in them now. Just pure, unadulterated heat. Fire. Flames that lick the base of your spine. “You’re so fucking agitating, you know that?”

“I’m agitating?” You take another step forward, hoping the proximity will force him away. It doesn’t. If anything, he leans into it. Into you. 

You reach for the drink again. This time, he stops you himself. Fingers of his unrestricted hand wrapping around your wrist.

“Yeah.” His words are low, voice a caress even as it drips venom. You feel his breath ghost across your cheekbone. “Real fucking agitating.”

Your eyes are still locked on his, and you search them for a hint of something coherent, something that makes sense. Every bone in your body drawn taught, it’s as if muscle memory reverts you to the last moment you were like this, the last moment he held you this close, body entwined with his own in a familiar embrace. Your wrist slackens in his grasp. 

Last time, he dropped you. Sent you scattering across ice until the only thing you could taste was the bitterness of defeat and the sharp sting of humiliation. 

Last time, he let you fall. 

You have no idea what he’ll do now. 

In the end, it’s the sound of approaching footsteps that has the two of you springing apart, your wrist falling from his grip. In the scramble, you remember your original target. 

Despite the long melted ice, this drink feels even cooler in your grip, a stark contrast to the simmering heat just beneath your skin. 

When Heeseung enters, he’s tucking his phone into his pocket with an apologetic look. “Sorry, I had to take a call. My brother gets chatty at the worst times.” Nodding to your hand, he smiles, “You found your drink.” 

“Yeah, I did.” You take a step closer to the living room, closer to Heeseung. Further from Sunghoon. 

Glancing between the two of you, there’s a hint of uncertainty when Heeseung asks if you want to rejoin the others in the living room. 

You put his worries to ease and your questions to rest when you agree easily, not even bothering to give Sunghoon a second thought. 

You do seek his gaze one last time, though, before you follow Heeseung back to the party. Looking directly at him, you raise your glass in a mock toast. Without breaking eye contact, you bring the cup to your lips, swallowing half the drink in one long sip. When you do finally turn away, it’s to find the empty seat next to Heeseung. 

The rest of the evening passes in a pleasant blur, trading stories and laughs with the people around you while Heeseung keeps the seat at your side warm. Sunghoon does you the favor of disappearing from sight after your stand off in the kitchen.

It’s easy to relax into the company of everyone else, so much so that you don’t see Sunoo until you’re running right into him, the contents of his cup saturating the front of your shirt. 

It’s a problem Heeseung is quick to solve, and the gray hoodie he offers you is cozier than any of your own with a scent that’s almost addicting. 

He’s sweet, you think. Sweet and charming and forward in all of the right ways. It’s solidified when he offers to join you on the porch when you tell him you’re stepping outside for some fresh air. It’s cemented when he accepts your refusal with nothing but a smile and the request that you “come back quick.”

Stepping outside, it takes you a moment to realize that you’re not alone. It would appear that your earlier assumption that Sunghoon must have gone back to his place was wrong. There’s no drink in his hand, but the way he sways with the gentle midnight breeze makes you think he’s still working through everything he downed earlier. 

Silently, you glance up at the cloudless night sky, at the way the stars seem to wrap around you. Gaze returning to Sunghoon’s back, you suppose the simplest course of action would be to leave before he realizes you’re here. You turn to do just that, to make good on your promise to Heesung, when the sound of your name stops you in your tracks. 

Or at least, you think that’s what he says. It’s hard to tell, with the way his syllables and sounds slur together. Turning back towards him, you find him already looking at you. He repeats your name, and this time around, it’s a bit clearer. 

His eyes trace a downward line from your face to your change in clothes. Something in his face crumples, withers. 

“‘M sorry,” he slurs, words not lining up quite right through the inebriation. 

“What?”

“That day.” The sudden onset of sincerity in his tone makes him seem more sober than he is. “I should have caught you.”

The stars in the sky suddenly don’t seem so far away. You must have heard him wrong. A crease forms between your eyebrows, eyes scanning over his features. They’re laid open in their honesty, no trace of deception. 

“I wanted to catch you. I tried to.” He sighs. “Was my fault.”

“I…” You search for words, for the vindication you’d always imagined you’d feel at his admission. In its absence, you find only confusion and an odd pang of regret. “What?”

“I’m sorry,” he repeats. 

“Sorry for what? Why are you bringing that up?”

He just shakes his head, eyes falling to his feet. 

“I’m sorry,” he says again. Like a broken record. His pain is wrapped up in there too, trapped in a loop time has never quite let it escape. 

When you return to the party, it’s with a jumbled excuse of needing to check on a pet cat you don’t have. 

In the haste of it all, you forget to so much as exchange numbers with Heeseung. But you do find the time to pull Jake aside on your way out the door, to make sure that he helps Sunghoon get home safe. 

…

The next morning greets you with a pounding headache and an unfamiliar hoodie draped over the back of your desk chair. It takes a moment of searching through hazy memories before recollection of that particular string of events finds you. 

With a sigh, you head out in search of water and Advil, sending Jake a quick message that you’ll stop by his apartment later to return Heeseung’s hoodie. 

Even a handful of hours later, you can’t decide if you hope Heeseung is home or not. It’s a Saturday afternoon after a long night, so you figure the odds are high. But you still can’t pinpoint whether that feeling in your gut is excitement or dread. 

In an effort to delay the inevitable, you take a detour before visiting Jake’s apartment again. Your rival university’s sports complex is just as nice as you remember it, large, pristine buildings that hold everything an athletics department could dream of. Fondly, you remember the first time you skated in this stadium, back in middle school. It had felt so big, then, so special, to be skating for such a large crowd. 

It felt even more special to be sharing the ice with someone who put dreams in your head and butterflies in your stomach. Still fairly new to pair skating, the two of you had put on a program with a less than favorable amount of deduction. 

But still. It was yours. It was special. It was shared. 

You wonder if he knew then, that one day he would be the reigning king of this very same rink. 

Probably, you think. Park Sunghoon never had the habit of letting things feel impossible. 

Looking down at the boot on your foot, you miss it, all of it, all at once. The late nights. The early mornings. The bruises and cuts and aching muscles. The determination after defeat. The elation after glory. The feeling of flying every time blade touches ice. 

The sign posted next to the stadium is an advertisement, a reminder, of the upcoming regional championships. There’s a pang of loss, a moment of grief, for your program that will have to wait for next year. 

But your x-rays are coming back better every time, and Dr. Kim is sure you’ll be back on the ice by the time spring comes. 

For the first time in a long time, you think it’ll be okay. You know you’ll be okay.  

In front of you, the stadium door opens, and you realize you’re standing right in front of the exit. 

“Sorry,” you mutter, quickly moving to get out of the way, but then you take a closer look. “Coach Kang?” you ask, just as she says your name with the same air of disbelief. 

It’s an odd feeling of synchronicity, to stumble into your childhood skating coach just as you’re reminiscing on the past. 

“It’s been so long,” she beams, pulling you in for a warm hug. “What are you doing here?”

“Just visiting a friend. What about you?”

“Coaches’ meeting,” she explains. “Trying to see if I can get some of my junior skaters in to watch a few practices before regionals.” Nudging you with her shoulder, she adds, “Speaking of which, how’s your program coming along? Are you getting excited?”

You shake your head. “I’m actually off the ice for this one.” Glancing down, you lift your booted foot in explanation. “Ankle fracture has me out for the rest of the season.”

“Oh, no.” Coach Kang places a consolatory hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry. That has to be so hard.”

“It’s okay, actually.” You don’t know who’s more surprised, her at your admission, or you at the fact that you actually mean it. “Everything is healing up nicely, so I’m looking forward to an even better program next year.” 

“Well look at you, all grown up.” She smiles. “I can say that thirteen-year-old you would not have had such a good attitude about it. Honestly, I’m surprised a fracture was enough to stop you. You were always so stubborn about things. You and Sunghoon.” She lets out a short laugh as your shoulders tense at the mention of him. “I was just thinking about you two the other day, actually. We had a skater fracture his tailbone and argue until he was blue in the face that he still wanted to compete.” Shaking her head, she adds, “It reminded me of that time Sunghoon insisted on skating even though he’d just sprained his wrist.” She shakes her head again, releases a small laugh. “Never could keep you two off the ice.”

It all checks out, the stubbornness, the determination even when it was stupid. But you’re hung up on one detail. You’re sure you could list every one of Sunghoon’s skating injuries just as thoroughly as he could. But before the current one, you can’t recall any wrist injuries. “What? When did he sprain his wrist?” 

Coach Kang waves her hand flippantly, like the sinking feeling in your gut isn’t intensifying with every passing moment, like she isn’t about to confirm a realization you’re already dreading. “Oh, you remember. It was just a few days before nationals that one year.”

That one year. She skirts around it, for your sake probably. But you know exactly what she means, when she’s referring to. 

And suddenly, you’re falling through air again, plummeting towards ice as a hand makes a desperate attempt to catch you. As sheer will alone is no match for injury weakened bones and ligaments and muscles. As you’re sliding across frozen ground and he’s gripping his wrist with pain on his face and terror in his eyes. 

As your head spins, spots clouding your vision from the force of the impact. Before the world goes black, your eyes search for him. 

And in those last few moments of consciousness, you watch as his mouth moves to form words you can’t hear. 

“I’m sorry.”

…

Raising your fist, you pound at the door again. One, two, three times. At this rate, your knuckles will be bloody before you get a response. 

But before you can start your assault on the wood in front of you again, the door swings open slowly, revealing a familiar frame. 

“You absolute idiot.”

“Well hello to you too.” Rubbing at his eyes, you appear to have just woken him from a nap. If his head is feeling anything like yours was this morning, you almost feel sorry. 

But there are more pressing matters at hand. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

“That I’m an idiot? Probably not.”

“That you sprained your wrist three days before nationals? That you skated anyway? That you attempted to catch a person quite literally spinning through the air with a wrist injury?”

A beat of silence passes. 

And then another. 

Sunghoon suddenly looks wide awake. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. What the hell were you thinking?” There’s fire in your eyes, an anger that’s directed towards him but not in the ways he’s used to. 

He pauses for a moment, eyes searching your features for another beat. Finally, he sighs. “Would you have let me skate if I did?”

It’s not the answer you expect. And it’s just like him, to answer a question with one of his own. “I… what?”

“You heard me.” His eyes don’t leave yours. “Would you have let me get on the ice if you knew I was hurt?”

And what is it, him and his habit of asking ridiculous questions like they don’t have obvious answers. “What kind of question is that? Of course not. No one in their right mind would have let you do that program with a wrist sprain, much less your partner. And I love Coach Kang, but I’m about to file a negligence suit against her, because what the hell kind of—”

“Stop talking.”

“Excuse me?”

“Sorry,” he grimaces, and you’re still getting used to the way apologies sound on his lips. “That came out wrong. What I was trying to say was that you… Well, I… I mean…” He trails off for the third time, casts a tentative look at the way your eyebrows only raise higher and higher every time he stops a train of thought in its tracks. His gaze falls down, somewhere between your nose and chin. An exhale passes through parted lips. Something in his resolve slips. “Oh, fuck it.”

And then he’s kissing you. 

Lips against lips and hands in your hair. It’s messy and awkward, and you can’t quite get the timing right. 

Sunghoon pulls back a fraction of an inch, catching his breath and letting you do the same. 

“What are you doing?”

There’s heat in his eyes and fondness too, a soft sort of expression that only melts further every time he looks at you. But now there’s anxiety in the mix, a crippling fear that he’s misjudged everything entirely, done something horribly wrong. 

“I’m sorry.” Before today, you could count his apologies on one hand. Now, you’re running out of fingers. “Did you not want—”

This time, it’s you that pulls him down, hands lacing around the nape of his neck, exhaling a soft sigh against parted lips that sends his mind spinning. 

And it’s only the second time, but it’s already better. Already a natural rhythm that the two of you seem to fall into with a little more grace. 

The expanse of his door is cold against your back when Sunghoon finally pulls you into his apartment using his good hand, and he’s a quick study. Attempt number three is an even greater improvement as hands search for new skin to discover and things start to fall into place, one at a time. 

Reaching for Heeseung’s forgotten hoodie, Sunghoon breaks the kiss only to toss it somewhere outside your current plane of existence. In this moment, you exist only within the space the two of you occupy, everything else an afterthought. 

And you have the feeling attempt number four will be your best yet. 

…

epilogue

“Are you ever gonna join me or do I just have to stay out here looking stupid forever?”

You don’t even take a moment to consider. “The second one.”

“Come on,” Sunghoon pleads, skating back towards you where you remain planted firmly to the bench on the perimeter of the rink. He moves towards you with a grace that used to inspire a raging, stomping green monster of envy. Now, you just admire the way he cuts across the ice with the agility of a dancer. “It’s fun out here, I promise.”

Avoiding his gaze, you let your eyes fall to your feet instead. They’re already laced up in your favorite pair of skates, black boot all but forgotten since you had it removed at your last visit to Dr. Min’s office. Since he gave you the green light to return to the thing you love most. 

You had been ecstatic then. Brimming with so much extra energy Sunghoon had to physically intervene to prevent you from accidentally knocking over an elderly lady on your way out of the hospital. But now, with the opportunity you’ve been dreaming of for long, hard months at your fingertips, something in you hesitates. 

Sunghoon says your name, and suddenly he’s serious. “This is all you’ve been talking about for months.” Sliding down onto his knees in front of you, you’re suddenly at eye level. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He casts a doubtful glance. “Really, I just…” It’s hard, to speak your fears into existence, to let them take flight. Even if the boy in front of you makes it a little easier. “What if it’s not what I imagined?”

It’s a million little worries wrapped up in one. What if your ankle isn’t the same? What if it’s never the same? What if you’re not as good as you were? What if you’re not good enough? 

Sunghoon hears them all, and puts them to rest with a smile, a gentle touch as he rests his forehead against yours. “You and that big brain. Always worrying about the wrong things.”

“Hey! I—”

“It won’t be what you imagined.” He draws back a few inches, and your eyes have nowhere to land but on his own. “It will be different. It will feel weird, and your legs will feel wobbly, your muscles will feel weak, and your ankle might give out.”

Your lips flatten into a thin line. “If you’re trying to make me feel better, you’re doing a terrible job.”

Sunghoon just pinches your cheeks together, forcing your lips to purse. “So you’ll show up. Over and over again. Every day until your skates start to feel like a second pair of feet and the ice starts to feel like home again. Until your ankle and your muscles and your stamina are all built back up, in a way that’s different from before but will feel familiar before you know it.” He presses a single, delicate kiss to the tip of your nose. “Until I’m dragging you off the ice instead of onto it, because your boyfriend needs attention and is feeling a little jealous of all the time you’re spending here instead of with him.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re so needy. It’s gross.”

Sunghoon only smiles. “Only for you.”

This time, when he gets back on his feet and extends a hand, you take it. You follow him onto the ice and headfirst towards your insecurities feeling a little bit like a newborn deer, a bike without its training wheels. 

He laughs when you stumble and brushes hair out of your face when you pout. 

After an hour, you’re already feeling more solid than before. After two, that feeling of flying is starting to return. 

It’s somewhere just before hour three when Sunghoon says, “Remember how I told you earlier that you’re worrying about the wrong things?”

“Yeah.” You drag the word out slowly, not liking the hint of deviousness in his sudden grin. 

“This is what I was talking about. Instead of worrying about getting back on the ice, you should be worrying about how long it will take you to be able to beat me on a lap around the rink.”

“You absolute asshole. I fractured my ankle!”

Already halfway around the rink, Sunghoon just laughs. 

…

outtake—five years ago. 

Sunghoon’s vision is blurry. It’s a terrible combination of things—the exhilaration of the spotlight, the pain in his wrist, the grief of an egregious error. The sudden onset of tears that sting in the corners of his eyes and fall without his permission. 

Despite all of it, he finds his way back to his dressing room. Choking back a sob, he reaches for the glass of water he’d left out earlier. It tastes acidic on his tongue, burns like regret on the way down. 

Stupid, he was so stupid. His hands tangle in his hair. He wants to pull it out. Wants to scream until his throat is raw and he can’t anymore. 

It was a terrible enough decision to gamble his own fate on an unhealed injury, but as the reality of the situation comes crashing down around him, he realizes he’s done something much worse. 

Eyes open, eyes closed. It doesn’t matter. All he can see is you, sprawled out on ice, limbs bent unnaturally, eyes dazed at the impact. 

The unexpected impact. Because you trusted him. You trusted him so much that of course you’d never considered what you would do if his hands failed, if his wrist gave out. If he decided to risk your program, your fate, you, all on a whim, on an inflated sense of self-importance and a lack of regard for the injury he was so certain he could power through. 

He couldn’t imagine it, three days ago. Telling you that he was injured, that he couldn’t skate the program. He couldn’t imagine watching as the features he bashfully considered so, painfully pretty twisted into disappointment. Into anger. 

So he turned his shame into resolve, into determination. One that allowed him to catch you with a fractured wrist in every practice run. Every time, except for the time that mattered. Biting back grimaces and cries of pain all for the fool’s hope of seeing you smile in a few days’ time, a gold medal around your neck. 

Instead, he got to see you spinning through the air, slipping through his fingers, landing with a sickening thud. He wants to ask what hospital they took you to, wants to ignore the pain in his wrist a little longer and run there himself, just to make sure that you’re okay.

But then he imagines the way you’ll look at him when you see him. The way all that disappointment and anger he’d wanted to avoid so desperately will surely be all you have to offer him. 

He understands. He does. He wouldn’t want to see him either. 

Turning away from the mirror, he tucks away his shame for the future. But that only leaves his gaze landing on the bouquet of flowers sitting on the table. The one he’d spent nearly an hour agonizing over, the one his mother had assured him a dozen times you would love. The one he made sure had all of your favorite colors. 

He snuck his own favorite in there too, in hopes of what exactly he can’t be sure, but he knows he likes the way they look together—your favorite color and the deep blue irises that represent his own. 

It seems so stupid now. After everything, after this, he can’t imagine you want his flowers, and even less his favorite color. He can’t imagine that you want anything to do with him. 

So he doesn’t seek you out. Not in the hospital that day, not when you’re cleared to practice and back on the ice again, not when chance has the two of you colliding five long years later. 

Not until he watches you walk away from him with all that anger and resentment and disappointment he’s been so avoiding for so long. Not until it strikes him in the face and he realizes that he can’t live with it, can’t let bygones be bygones and hope time and the absence of him in your life have healed you for the better when it still hurts to even look at you. 

On a dressing room table, five years in the past, a bouquet of flowers wilts. 

And Sunghoon learns that with love and patience and a little bit of sunlight, beautiful things, even the fragile ones, bloom when you water them. 

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#enhypen fanfiction #sunghoon fanfic #sunghoon x you #sunghoon x reader #park sunghoon #enhypen fic #enhypen ff #sunghoon fluff #enhypen x you #enhypen x reader #oh look! another sunghoon figure skater au how original #everyone point and laugh

[dg-outlaw]

"Holy Childhood Trauma, Batman!"

Okay, let's get into it. *spoilers ahead*

X-Men '97: Episode 5 - Remember It

So without boring everyone with yet another recap as every nerd fandom outlet has that covered, I want to highlight all the things that really impacted me with this episode.

The animation team, storyboard artists, and directing for this episode.

I love how this series has captured the essence and style of the original 90s series, but has amped up the actions sequences to an 11, 12, 13, or 20! It's been a hot minute since I saw the original series, but I just don't recall many truly badass anime-esque action sequences from the OG series. And while X-Men has always been more of a socio-political and interpersonal drama, it's always cool to see your favorite characters use their powers in unique ways and this was Gambit's episode. I also love the addition of tears in many of the faces of characters during key moments. It's a minor thing, but emphasizing them just shows the gravity of the emotions the characters are facing. Also, special mention to episode 1 as well with Cyclops' intro and the ending battle in the sentinel graveyard. This series is what we all wanted back in the 90s and honestly, I'd be fine if comic book adaptations were more in animation form than live-action. CGI and VFX can be cool, but having characters do insane, gravity defying things like in this episode without looking janky is so awesome.

The usage and variation of the X-Men theme.

In both these scenes (above) the X-Men theme is played, but in vary different ways and I love when a score or soundtrack can enhance the mood of a scene or just help tell a story or convey a mood/emotion. In the first, we see Gambit and Rogue heading into battle and the score is slowed down and just has this serious tone to it. We're not having fun. This is war and we've got our game faces on. The second is the traditional theme and fits the tone as Gambit is just showing off and being a badass. IDK. I'm not a student of music, but I still love this stuff and how even the same music can be varied to convey different moods.

The impact and stakes.

Without getting too political (even though X-Men is all about politics and social issues), it was hard to not feel an extra impact by this episode's destruction of Genosha given the events taking place overseas in Palestine (as well as so many other countries that don't get as much news coverage). Again, trying to keep this to X-Men, but seeing the mass loss of innocent life (even in a cartoon) in such a quick and brutal way just sent my mind there and it was hard to not tear up thinking about the real loss of innocent life in our world (but without superheroes to intervene). Not to mention, I was already prepared for the loss of Gambit thanks to being on the internet and not watching new content the second it drops.

Honestly, this episode felt like an epic finale given the gut punch of emotions, the action, and the destruction. I know there are many theories that this could/will be reversed or altered via time travel, especially with the presence of the Watcher and Cable's attempt to warn his mother, Madelyne Pryor, but narratively I hope we sit with the weight of what happened in this episode. Selfishly, I want it fixed yesterday but I know that if that were to happen it would minimize the stakes and take away from the emotional weight of this episode. Also, the X-women are going through it this season. First, Storm, then Jean, and now Rogue.

The Ending and Saying Goodbye

So, as mentioned above I had Gambit's death spoiled and while I hate that I still wasn't prepared. As I said, I was already dealing with emotions at seeing the destruction of Genosha, but when it came for Gambit's end I was falling down onto the ground even more. Add in the rest of the X-Men at home, only able to watch from TV, devasted and powerless, and then Rogue's emotional (Death of Superman-style) goodbye as the episode faded to black... I still can't watch this scene or think about it without getting emotional all over again.

That said, to all the kids who thought I was lame for picking to play as Gambit on the playground instead of then fan-favorite Wolverine like everyone else, this episode and his epic goodbye was just amazing. I think anyone wanting to do Gambit justice in a film or solo movie/series should watch this episode and take notes. While most of us hope to die peacefully in our sleep at a ripe old age, I think going out like a total badass hero is a close second and Gambit achieved that. I'm sure it'll get fixed eventually, but I think Genosha (when they rebuild) should have the Magneto and Xavier statues back up, but also have a giant one of Gambit as well.

And speaking of Magneto, having him have flashes of his childhood and embracing the Morlocks (especially Leech) at the end was just more piled on emotional damage... and apparently this is just the tip of the iceberg for this season according to the writer/showrunner. I guess the writers know their audience is probably mostly 80s and 90s kids who grew up with Bambi, Land Before Time, NeverEnding Story, Gremlins, and all the other emotionally damaging "kid" content we were exposed to back in the day. Do I need this level of trauma or PTSD as an adult? No. But I'll keep watching.

#x men 97 #gambit #rogue #magneto #gambit and rogue #and yes it was great seeing Nightcrawler but why here and now? #also all the romantic drama. love triangles and trapezoids and what not #this episode was one part daytime soap opera. one part political drama. and one part epic anime end of the world battle with stakes. #I was not prepared x-men '97. not prepared at all #so many more thoughts but I'm trying to minimize these long posts yet I'm failing completely

[disneytva]

In Gravity Falls there's no one you can trust…. even the music by Brad Breeck ("Kiff").🌲🌲🌈⁉️

Walt Disney Records is set to release "Gravity Falls (Original Soundtrack)" featuring 43 tracks. Streaming tomorrow on Spotify,Deezer,YouTube Music, Amazon Music,TIDAL,Pandora,Apple Music & iTunes

#Gravity Falls #Alex Hirsch #Brad Breeck #Disney Channel #Disney XD #Walt Disney Records

[ckret2]

Does Mabel try to introduce bill ti different kinds of music that she likes? Does he end up liking any of it? Does he get her to to listen to rising shepards tone in ten hour loop?

Oh you know she's subjecting him to every CD she has.

For the most part he's pretty tolerant of this. He has broad music listening habits, there's not a whole lot that completely annoys him. He already listens to plenty of top 40 pop music, enduring three hours of Sev'ral Timez wouldn't faze him, he just asks to skip the more ballad-y songs in favor of the more energetic dance-y ones. Tells her "if this is the stuff you like, you should try these guys from the 90s." Gets her hooked on whatever the Gravity Falls equivalent of Boyz II Men is. Kidz 2 Adultz, idk.

He's the most tolerant person in the household toward kids' albums and kid movie soundtracks—what does the 1,000,000,000,000-year-old care whether this song's target audience is 10-year-olds or 20-year-olds, he can barely hear a difference. Sure, the lyrics are usually kinda dumb, but he goes to parties to hear the equivalent of LMFAO music, he recognizes that lyrical genius is totally optional.

Everyone else is miserable because now when Mabel wants to put on a mix of Believe in Yourself sing-along songs in the living room, she's got an ally who's willing to go "Sure, sounds great! Put it on, kid!" If anyone dares to complain about hearing "Everyone's Your Friend, Yay" for the fifth time that day, Bill will go "oh what, you want to deny a little girl her right to youthful whimsy? You wanna take away her childhood? You wanna force her to grow up too fast? You hate little girls, is that what you're saying? You're a girl hater? You're a misogynist who hates joy and fun—" and well what do you say to that. Bill sees a conflict on the scale of a playground dodgeball game and pulls out an uzi. It's a free excuse to bully the humans. This living room is on 24/7 "Believe in Yourself" lockdown. Mabel is thriving and ONLY Mabel is thriving, or so help him he'll burn this house down.

The biggest gulf between them is that Bill cannot stand 80s synth pop. Mabel loves 80s synth pop. Ford loves 80s synth pop. Mabel has been introducing Ford to the big names in post-portal synth pop and Ford has been introducing Mabel to obscure pre-portal local indie music. They're having a great time. Bill is going insane. Mabel thinks if he just listened to more he'd develop a taste for it. Bill thinks if he was going to develop a taste he would have in the 80s. Mabel's determined to find a way to trick him into it. She's gonna get him an acoustic album by a synth pop artist, get him to like that album, and then try to introduce him to the original synthy versions of the songs.

Bill's not gonna talk Mabel into listening to more experimental works like rising shepherd tones—or falling shepherd tones, or hour long loops of tornado sirens, or a delicate mix of overlapping chainsaw noises designed to harmonize the whines of overtaxed motors, or even some nice, classic, respected electroacoustic musicians. She tries, for the sake of friendship, but gives up a minute in. The household will reluctantly debate whether Bill Cipher should be granted permission to use headphones so that he can listen to his favorite "music" in peace.

#scribbly07 #ask #about my writing #bill goldilocks cipher

[legendary-defender-of-fandoms]

Gravity Falls Soundtrack just dropped!!!!!

Gravity Falls (Original Soundtrack) by Various Artists https://music.apple.com/us/album/gravity-falls-original-soundtrack/1723888878

THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!! iTunes just dropped a 43-track Gravity Falls soundtrack. Some songs have backwards dialogue, Who Wants a Lamby is fully backwards, and the songs are out of order. Disney being dumb, or more hidden codes? TO THE THEORIES & DECRYPTIONS!!!

#gravity falls #disney #full soundtrack #we are so back #this is a good year for the fandom #I have new hope for a full ghost & Molly McGee soundtrack

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Psycho Analysis: Clayton

(WARNING! This analysis contains SPOILERS!)

Tarzan is a film that has aged pretty well in the eyes of the internet. The action, the animation, the epic Phil Collins soundtrack that goes unnecessarily hard—Nearly every aspect of this film is looked on with a lot of fondness these days, a far cry from that time Trey Parker and Matt Stone had a hissy fit that they lost an Oscar to Phil Collins and made an entire episode of South Park insulting him over it. But there is one aspect of this film that you don’t really see come up very often in discussions of the film: The villain, Clayton.

But come on, he’s a Disney Renaissance villain! Surely he can’t actually be so boring and forgettable that we just don’t bother to talk about him, right? Well, let’s take a look at this mighty hunter and see why he doesn’t seem to be remembered quite as much as that rocking soundtrack.

Motivation/Goals: Clayton’s biggest issue is he has easily the lamest and most uninteresting motivation for a Disney villain: Greed. Now, greed in and of itself is not a bad motivator for a villain; some of the greatest villains of all time are motivated by greed, such as Hans Gruber. But it seems like nearly every time Disney has attempted to do a villain motivated by greed, it just hasn’t worked out well, as Ratcliffe can attest to. They did eventually manage a few solid greed-motivated antagonists in the post-Renaissance era like Rourke and Silver, but that was immediately after Clayton’s time, so he doesn’t really avoid the fate of being a rather predictable and dull foe.

It’s even worse because there is a much more personal foe, the leopard Sabor. Sabor is the killer of Tarzan’s human parents as well as his adoptive mother’s gorilla child, so there’s a much more meaningful and personal connection there, not to mention the fact Sabor is just plain scary. But nah, she gets axed off halfway through and we’re stuck with a two-dimensional big game hunter.

Performance: When he’s not lending his mighty voice to the famous Tarzan yell, BRIAN BLESSED spends his time in the movie playing the final boss of Tarzan’s story and the killer of his gorilla father. The vocal performance here is one of the biggest redemptive elements of Clayton; not once has BRIAN BLESSED ever half-assed a role, no matter how corny or flat it is (look at his performance in the insane animated film Freddie as F.R.0.7. for instance, where he plays the most generic supervillain ever with great gusto). He manages to breathe a lot of life and a little bit of personality into this not-so-great white hunter, even if he’s still a generic character at the end of the day.

Final Fate: This is perhaps the most notable thing about Clayton aside from his VA. During the final confrontation, Clayton becomes entangled in vines. He begins hacking and slashing at them, until finally he cuts through enough and he goes tumbling to the ground, a vine wrapping around his neck. You can guess what happens next.

This one stands out because it is honestly shockingly graphic. Yes, Tarzan is a bit more violent than your typical Disney fare, but for a split second you get to see the broken-necked corpse of this dude swinging in silhouette! It’s up there as one of the most brutal and disturbing Disney deaths ever seen. 

On top of that, it’s a rather brutal take on the greatest foe of every Disney villain: Gravity. Disney, much like Enrico Pucci, is absolutely obsessed with gravity judging by how often it takes out the big bads of their films. From the very start with the Evil Queen in Snow White to several Renaissance villains like Frollo and Gaston, that thing that dropped an apple on Newton’s head seems to have it out for Disney villains. The thing is, we usually don’t see the splat, we don’t see the actual moment of death. Some of them you can even pretend they survived with some injuries if you’re feeling overly nice (Gaston was actually supposed to survive his fall originally). Here though? Clayton is completely and unambiguously fucking dead, his neck snapped by his own wrathful arrogance being combined with gravity. 

Final Thoughts & Score: Clayton is almost the very definition of “mid.” He’s not great, he’s not awful, he’s just fine and serviceable. That being said, there are a few elements that help him stand out at least a little.

Yes, Clayton has very boring and basic motivations, and that don’t really put the most exciting spin on it. He’s a poacher and a hunter, but he doesn’t have the sheer charisma and personality of fellow villainous hunter Gaston. That being said, BRIAN BLESSED definitely injects his usual grandiose hamminess into the role, and his death scene is just so good… Maybe too good, honestly. His death scene is so great that it really does overshadow everything else about him. Think about it: When was the last time you saw anyone talk about Clayton outside of maybe his Kingdom Hearts boss battle? It’s really the most memorable thing that happens to him. He doesn’t get a villain song, he doesn’t really get any cool quotes, he just has a great vocal performance, an awesome death scene, and gets to ride a giant monster chameleon into battle in a Disney/Final Fantasy crossover video game. That’s the extent of his impact.

And like I mentioned above, it really doesn’t help that he steals the spotlight away from a far more intimidating villain who actually has an honest-to-god personal connection to our protagonist. Sure, Sabor isn’t the deepest character on Earth and she’s a 6.5/10 at best, but I’d argue she’s at least as complex as Clayton is, if not more so. There’s even something of a mystique to her that our maniacal hunter simply lacks, and it really is a waste she was killed at the midpoint just so we could have Clayton take on the big bad role.

Still, for what he is, he’s not bad. He’s a remarkably unsubtle villain but he does serve his role in the plot well, and he’s not really the bottom of the barrel. I’d say he scores a very low 6/10. I almost gave him a 5.5, but I think that death and the fact he’s voiced by a man who was willing to reprise the role in a video game where Donald and Goofy team up with an anime boy to fight freakish heart-stealing monsters gives him a little bit of a boost. He’s one of the least interesting villains of the Disney Renaissance, sure, but that still makes him better than a lot of villains out there. 

#Psycho Analysis #Clayton #BRIAN BLESSED #Tarzan #Disney #Youtube

[prettyinpwn-blog]

Oh, um... Soos and McGucket sing We’ll Meet Again alongside Bill and Stan now on the vinyl version of the soundtrack.

And this version starts with Bill cackling and has Stan talking about how he’s “screaming” instead of singing this song (because that’s not unsettling or anything), and he coughs after. And it’s a very specific version to include, because it wasn’t in the original show, as only Bill sung it in the Weirdmageddon episode. And it’s performed by Question Mark, not Bill+Soos+Stan+McGucket, or uh... you know, Alex Hirsch, their voice actor.

Almost like you’re not sure who’s piloting certain things...

And there was the Cipher Hunt version before that that was supposed to be a hint that Bill might be still in Stan’s mind and isn’t gone forever and might be possessing Stan’s body to get someone to shake his statue’s hand... and Stan also coughs similarly after that version.

You know, normally I’d just think it was because Hirsch voices all these characters so it was easy to get them all together on one track, but ah... I’ve been in the GF fandom since Tourist Trapped first aired. I learned long ago not to think anything that man does is a coincidence.

So, ah... let’s hope the minds of Soos and McGucket are doing okay after the events of Gravity Falls. Because based on the implications the Stan version had in the Cipher Hunt, um... yeah.

*Cue internal screaming.*

#gravity falls #bill cipher #soos #stanley pines #Fiddleford McGucket #please tell me I'm just being paranoid #because the implications if not are a little concerning for the Pines family and friends

[crossroadsdimension]

Final Fantasy 1 Overworld Theme in Final Fantasy 16 Represents a Character's Harmful Fantasy (Part 2)

(part 1 here; part 3 here)

As I said in my last post, the FF1 Overworld theme is in FF16's soundtrack. I've posted Part 1, where I discuss the first time it shows up (right before picking up Eikon set #5), and now here are my thoughts on its second appearance, not too long before we pick up Eikon set #6.

Here is the original FF1 music for reference:

Everything else is under the cut because -- once again -- LATE GAME SPOILERS!

(And warnings for some religion talk below for this one -- nothing Earth-based, but there are enough similarities with how a certain character acts that I'm sure it'll set some folks off.)

After listening through the FF16 soundtrack a couple times -- and finding a couple scenes on YouTube where this song plays -- I've noticed it really comes into prominence for 3 characters: Anabella, Barnabas, and Ultima. Their perspectives on life and what they dream of -- or fantasize, if you will -- are why I've chosen to title these posts this way, and I'll explain my reasoning as I work my way through each of them, in order as they appear.

Barnabas' Religious Fervor

Barnabas gets two instances of the FF1 theme. One is called "Mighty Acts of God," and the other is "Salvation." Fitting, considering his mindless, complete obedience to the utter monster that is Ultima.

The first of these two, "Mighty Acts of God," plays when Clive confronts Barnabas on the sea -- or, rather, on the sea floor, after Barnabas has cut the water in two and is trying to prove to Clive that his bonds with others is only going to slow him down. You could argue in this instance that Barnabas is literally an act of god, considering the man is nothing more than a puppet that reacts to Ultima's commands as his master pleases (and oh does that hit a few angsty spots in my brain. If anyone here followed me back when I was deep in Gravity Falls, you know why).

The other song, "Salvation," plays in the scene before Clive has his final fight with Barnabas at the top of the tower of Reverie. It's when Barnabas is waxing poetic about how Ultima plans to save them all, and that the only way for them to be saved is if they give up their free will to the monster. Barnabas has done so himself, leaving him nothing more than an akashic being that feeds on aether and is somehow still able to maintain a human appearance and personality. I called him an energy vampire when I saw him absorbing the dissolving akashic villagers right when Clive arrived at the tower, thinking that was why he was so casual about using his Eikonic abilities and summoning so many Sleipnir-egis. Half-right, that.

But these two versions of the FF1 overworld theme do give us some insight into Barnabas' character -- as much as Sever and The Riddle do, for his boss fight. His fantasy is a cult-like belief that all will be well if everyone believes in his "one true god" and fall into line acting like mindless pawns for Ultima to play with as he pleases. Unlike Anabella's song "Bloodlines," which comes off as desperate and tense as she scrambled to defend herself, "Mighty Acts of God" and "Salvation" are slower, calmer, more sure of themselves -- and more ominous as a result. Barnabas has been moving towards his goal for a long time, and he can afford to wait a little longer for Mythos to come to terms with what must be done.

The problem here from Barnabas' perspective is that humans like their free will, and they aren't going to give it up when a so-called god demands it of them. We value our connections with others, and put our faith in the people around us as much as they put their faith in us. Walking away from that to mindlessly serve a higher power is asking a lot of the people who Barnabas lives with -- severing friends from friends, family from family. And it's asking too much from Clive, who has so much to lose if he follows in Barnabas' wake.

(And I can see some similarities with modern religions on Earth, but I'm not going to bring them up here. What I've said about Barnabas likely has brought up more than enough bad memories for some folks.)

Barnabas' fantasy falls apart when Clive proves that not only can he fight as he is, connections intact, but also as the entire continent of Storm rebels against his mindset and beats back those who have fallen to the best of their ability. They don't plan to fall victim to his mindless mindset -- and neither do we. Barnabas cannot force others to follow in his footsteps, and those who do follow end up pushed past the point of no return, becoming akashic as a means to an end.

If the world is to recover from Origin, there will be an entire continent to repopulate, if the orcs don't take it over first.

#cross' rambling #cross' analysis #ff16 #ff16 spoilers #ff16 music #ffxvi #ffxvi spoilers #final fantasy 16 #final fantasy xvi #final fantasy xvi spoilers #barnabas tharmr #character analysis #story analysis #music analysis

[awgeezitsthetoiletnator]

October Finds, Pt. 1: Music, Books, Comics, Graphic Novels

As we are getting closer to the holiday season, I thought it might be nice to share links to cartoon merchandise I've seen floating around. I use a lot of the websites listed for gift-giving inspiration or to fill up any wishlists that friends and family ask me for. I've tried to keep most things on this list under $50, and most items are on clearance or discounted heavily.

Please support your local record shops, book stores, and comics stores! It's likely they can ship in some of the items on this list for you instead of you ordering them online. I'm putting this list together for those who may not have access to those resources, or who might be looking for a very specific thing that is out of stock in retail spaces.

You can find Pt. 2 of the list here, where I share links to plushies, clothing, accessories, dinnerware, prints and more.

NOTE: I am not affiliated with any of the stores linked under the read more. I'm just someone who watches a lot of TV and reads a lot of books and likes to celebrate that by buying merch every now and then.

MUSIC

Hey Arnold The Music Vol 1 By Jim Lang (only a few left)

Over The Garden Wall - Original Soundtrack

Over The Garden Wall – Original Soundtrack LP

Over The Garden Wall - Original Soundtrack Cassette

Over The Garden Wall - Original Soundtrack CD 

Gravity Falls Vinyl Soundtrack 

UNDERTALE - Determination CD Double Album

BOOKS 

Ryan North Chooseable-Path Adventures

Romeo and/or Juliet (A Chooseable-Path Adventure)

To Be or Not To Be: A Chooseable-Path Adventure

Art Books

The Art of The Mitchells vs. The Machines

The Art of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem (signed pre-order)

The Art of Captain Underpants the First Epic Movie

The Little Prince: The Art of the Movie

Legends & Lattes 

Wayward Son Audiobook (Simon Snow Trilogy, Bk. 2) 

COMICS + GRAPHIC NOVELS

Steven Universe

Welcome to Beach City (Steven Universe)

Field Researching (Steven Universe, Vol. 3)

Just Right (Steven Universe, Volume 4)

Find a Way (Steven Universe, Volume 5)

Ultimate Dough-Down (Steven Universe)

Camp Pining Play (Steven Universe)

Harmony (Steven Universe)

The Amazing World of Gumball

Tunnel Kingdom (The Amazing World of Gumball)

Midsummer Nightmare (The Amazing World of Gumball)

The Storm (The Amazing World of Gumball)

Adventure Time

Adventure Time Comics (Volume 4)

Adventure Time Comics (Volume 6)

Adventure Time Comics (Volume 15)   

Ice King (Adventure Time, Volume 1)

Sugary Shorts (Adventure Time, Volume 4)

Sugary Shorts (Adventure Time, Volume 5)

Beginning of the End (Adventure Time, Volume 10)   

Princess and Princess (Adventure Time, Volume 11) 

Thunder Road (Adventure Time, Volume 12)  

Marceline the Pirate Queen (Adventure Time, Volume 13) 

Jake (Adventure Time) 

Marceline (Adventure Time)

Regular Show

Regular Show (Volume 6)

Regular Show (Volume 9)

Regular Show (Volume 10)

Parks and Wreck (Regular Show)

The Meatening (Regular Show, Volume 5)

Comic Conned (Regular Show, Volume 6)

Rocko’s Modern Life

Rocko's Modern Life (Volume 1)

Rocko's Modern Life (Volume 2)

Rocko's Modern Afterlife (Rocko's Modern Life) 

Bravest Warriors

Bravest Warriors (Volume 1) 

Bravest Warriors (Volume 3)

Bravest Warriors (Volume 4)

Bravest Warriors (Volume 6)

Bravest Warriors (Volume 7)

Bravest Warriors (Volume 8)

Lumberjanes

Friendship To The Max (Lumberjanes, Volume 2) 

A Terrible Plan (Lumberjanes, Volume 3) 

Out of Time (Lumberjanes, Volume 4)

Band Together (Lumberjanes, Volume 5)

Sink or Swim (Lumberjanes, Volume 6) 

A Bird's-Eye View (Lumberjanes, Volume 7)

Stone Cold (Lumberjanes, Volume 8)

On a Roll (Lumberjanes, Volume 9)   

Parents' Day (Lumberjanes, Volume 10) 

Time After Crime (Lumberjanes, Volume 11) 

Jackalope Springs Eternal (Lumberjanes, Volume 12) 

Indoor Recess (Lumberjanes, Volume 13) 

X Marks the Spot (Lumberjanes, Volume 14) 

Birthday Smarty (Lumberjanes, Volume 15) 

Mind Over Mettle (Lumberjanes, Volume 16) 

Smitten in the Stars (Lumberjanes, Volume 17) 

Horticultural Horizons (Lumberjanes, Volume 18) 

A Summer to Remember (Lumberjanes, Volume 19)

End of Summer (Lumberjanes, Volume 20) 

Bonus Tracks (Lumberjanes) 

Campfire Songs (Lumberjanes) 

Graphic Novels

The Infernal Compass (Lumberjanes) 

The Shape of Friendship (Lumberjanes) 

True Colors (Lumberjanes)

Lumberjanes Graphic Novel Gift Set (The Infernal Compass/The Shape of Friendship/True Colors) 

Hardcover Editions

Lumberjanes To The Max Edition (Volume 1) 

Lumberjanes To the Max Edition (Volume 4) 

Lumberjanes To The Max Edition (Volume 5) 

Lumberjanes To the Max Edition (Volume 6)  

Auxiliary Books

Coloring Book (Lumberjanes) 

Encyclopedia Lumberjanica: An Illustrated Guide to the World of Lumberjanes 

BAGS (Or a Story Thereof)

By Pat McHale, creator of Over The Garden Wall

The Adventure Zone

Here There Be Gerblins (Book 1)

Murder on the Rockport Limited! (Book 2)

Paperback

Hardcover

The Crystal Kingdom (Book 4)

Paperback

Hardcover

The Eleventh Hour (Book 5)

Paperback

Hardcover

#lumberjanes #over the garden wall #hey arnold #gravity falls #the mitchells vs the machines #regular show #patrick mchale #nd stevenson #pendleton ward #the amazing world of gumball #adventure time #steven universe #teenage mutant ninja turtles: mutant mayhem #undertale #ryan north #bravest warriors #rocko's modern life #finds

[aleakybiro]

Over the garden wall - On kind deeds and saving the world

It's been a while since I've written anything, and I'm not much good at reviews, but here's something that's been floating around in my head for a while.

Yesterday I watched Over the Garden Wall for what must be the fourth time, this time with my sister. The show has always stood out to me, drawing me back in every time for how different it is from most cartoons. The soundtrack of classical music, the bleak, unsettling background of the woods, the dark themes the show centers on...paired with characters like Greg, who's just a kid with a silly attitude like any kid his age, or by the bright character designs and cartoony expressions that lift the show up and make it nice to watch. But my favourite thing about the show is the depth of what it explores, without the drag of labouring every point. There's so much to find, but you find it for yourself every time you watch those ten episodes.

This time, what stood out to me was the idea of 'making the world a better place.' In many modern cartoons, especially in the adverture-fantasy genre, the focus is saving the world. The character sets out on their journey and the final challenge they face is to take down the evil empire or the primal evil and then the world is saved. Star vs the Forces of Evil, Gravity Falls, Avatar, to name a few. And this isn't a bad thing - many of these shows handle it well. Often, these shows are equally as centered on characters and relationships. But as it appears in more and more modern cartoons, it makes shows like Over the Garden Wall stand out, because they break away from this ‘saving the world’ business. And then there’s so much more freedom to do something else.

In Over the Garden Wall, there is a final evil, yes - The Beast. But our main characters never set out to destroy him, and in the end they don't. Their only intention is to go home. They don't save the world, but they do help the people in it in many different ways throughout the show. They free Beatrice from the bush, later giving her the scissors to help her family. They help the animals at the school, get Fred the horse a job, unite Mr Endicott with his love, cheer up the frogs on the ferry with their song, free Loma from the evil spirit, and you get the point. But they don't do it because they set out to help people out of the goodness of their own hearts.

Beatrice and Fred help them with directions, helping them with their final goal of getting home, they originally intended to steal from Endicott and were distracting him by looking for the ‘ghost’, they joined the band on the ferry so they wouldn't get kicked off the ferry, and they only met Loma because they were hiding. The ways in which they helped were all opportunities born from selfish intentions. (Selfish not necessarily being a bad thing.) Everything they did, they did to get home, stumbling across the opportunity to help people through that and choosing to take it.

The exception to this is the school. This doesn’t help them get home, in fact it’s a complete detour on their journey. Beatrice tells Greg that "The world is a miserable place," and being a kid, he wants to make it better. And they do. They sing with the animals, raise money for the school and end up helping accidentally with Jimmy Brown and the gorilla problem. This act is of intentional kindness, this act makes the world a better place, and it does it in a small way. Wirt and Greg are just two boys, not people who can change everything. Not people who can save the world. Like most of us, making the world better is done through small acts of kindness, local action, and most of all, as in the rest of the story, a series of accidents and chance opportunities.

There are a few acts of true self-sacrifice in the story, where our characters risk their goals. Beatrice sacrifices potentially her only chance at becoming human again to free Wirt and Greg from Adelaide, Greg gives himself up so his brother might escape becoming Adlewood, Wirt runs through a snowstorm and comes face-to face with the Beast to get him back. But it's not out of some responsibility to save the world or protect humanity. It's for people they truly care about. And I liked that. For shows that handle the whole 'saving the world' idea well, they do the same. Motivations are more personal, and that's especially true in Over the Garden Wall, where they don't save the woods. The save each other, because that's what matters.

As I've grown older, I've found myself less compelled by the high stakes in a lot of media. In real life, the stakes may not be high in the grand scheme of things, but they are important to us. We sacrafice for our relationships and personal goals, and I find myself connecting with that more when I see it in media.

Throughout the show, there are two main enemies 'vanquished'. Adelaide, and The Beast. However, the boys are not directly responsible for either. Beatrice opens the window and destroys Adelaide, both because she wants to free her friends, and because she is unhappy that Adelaide's asks have put her in conflict with what she thinks is the right thing to do. So when she does what she thinks is right, it's much more compelling than if Wirt or Greg were to kill Adelaide.

And, most importantly, the Woodsman is the one to kill the Beast. After years of grinding the wood to keep the lantern lit, the Woodsman is fed up, and being confronted with the idea that his daughter was never there tips him over the edge. Being a father, he cares for the children in a way, saying "children's souls are not to be traded like tokens," and the decision being left to him, him putting out the lantern despite the chance his daughter is in there  is again much more personal and compelling. For him, it is an act of letting go, a step in overcoming the loss of his daughter. 

#otgw #over the garden wall #saving the world #review #otgw wirt #otgw greg #otgw beatrice #otgw review #writing

[prototypelq]

Wanted to celebrate different series I watched over the years and how they surprised me. There is no particular order.

Final Space

Aside from the fact that this is my favourite series, and it's very dear to my heart, Season 1 has the best drama pacing I have ever seen in any serialised show. Not a single MOMENT is wasted, every minute, every episode is a rollercoaster of tension, risks, stupid jokes and Emotions. The series foundation is character interactions and relationships and every scene reinforces this basement (meaning develops relationships between the cast) OR it puts them under even more pressure so they are tested and built stronger. Season 1 is a perfectly mixed and measured emotional bomb to your feelings, and I haven't seen any other series master pacing as much as Final Space.

+bonus: the prettiest space backgrounds

Generator Rex

I really love the world lore and creature design in Generator Rex. Mutants are unique and creative, they repeat only if there is a huge amount of EVOs on screen, other times creature design is new each and every time and that is a HUGE amount of work put into every enemy encounter for a series.

Tron: UPRISING

The artstyle and animation that really grew on me, even if I didn't really like it at first.

bonus: visuals and soundtrack

Samurai Jack

Two words: Sound Design.

For me, the best of Samurai Jack is watching as our dear protagonist is walking through the new area, just listening to the sound of his sandals, wind, leaves and water around him. I have never seen a series that put this much effort into making sandals sound so damn good.

Trollhunters

LIGHTING. The freakin reflections on Jim's armor, they are everywhere and he is Shiny but not in annoying way and it's incredible. Trollhunter armor is beautiful, and all the troll locations usually are lit with wonderfully colored crystals.

Also it's the first serialised show (that I've seen) that maintained it's quality over the 3 seasons, and with each new one became only better and better. 3 seasons of Trollhunters are truly a complete story.

+bonus: fight choreography is great

+bonus: awesome hero story that tells you that fear is good and useful

Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

(Disclaimer: I have not seen previous tmnt series)

The boys relationship is really like siblings, I think the age difference works wonders for them.

THE TURTLES ARE DIFFERENT SPECIES.

On a more serious note: Fight animation and choreography. There is NO series with more fluent and dynamic fight animation than ROTTMNT.

+bonus: fashion episode

Gravity Falls

I don't think there ever (or well, at least in the next couple of years) will be a series with more active and paranoid fandom than Gravity Falls. Hirsch cultivated a fandom full of tinfoil hat wearers, theories and speculations. I don't think we will see another series that plays with the audience on so many levels, it was truly revolutionary.

Gargoyles

It's about gargoyles. There should be more series about gargoyles.

+bonus: gargoyles' roar; gargoyles can glide but can't fly

Devil May Cry Anime

A good watch and an addition to the video game series, I haven't seen any other case when an additional media to the original (video game) series added a genuinely good character! Patty has my special love, and she's Dante adopted daughter, I do not take any criticism.

Legend of Korra

I LOVE the conflict in the first season - the idea of benders abusing their powers for, well, power over non-bender people and non-benders trying to steampunk their way to be able to fight benders is awesome, and I really like the concept.

bonus: RIDEABLE BEARDOG

Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure (ran outta gif space sorry)

The best transition of 3d characters into 2d artstyle EVER. An amazing musical that holds up to the movie's level of quality.

#all of this is my personal opinion #final space #gary goodspeed #generator rex #samurai jack #rottmnt #trollhunters #gargoyles #tron uprising #patty lowell #gravity falls #tangled

[avid-avian-says]

Hello!

I'm avid-avian, or Avi for short. My pronouns are they/them.

If you're looking at my blog because I followed you, you'll probably want to refer to one of my other blogs, where I focus on various fandom stuff (under the cut to save you the scroll)

@avid-avian-says - my main blog (you are here). my posts here are varied, including ao3 memes, lgbt (esp. trans) activism, tumblr trends, and other rambles

@avid-avian-hc - my hermitcraft blog! contains occasional posts about block folks :) pretty much just reblogging art

@avid-avian-sings - for my miscellaneous musicals. les mis and saf/starkid stuff not included bc they have their own blogs. in practice this ends up being primarily newsies.

@avid-avian-at-the-barricade - les miserables. I read the book and while back and am reading it again with the les mis letters 2024 event. bullying marius is my hobby.

@avid-avian-lives - currently between life series. I've been involved in the trafficblr fandom for years now, following third life, last life, double life, limited life, and secret life. I am a boat boys, team rancher, and treebark truther

@avid-avians-are-forever - my sparkly new spies are forever blog, where I ran the "spies are forever soundtrack tournament." I also put all my starkid stuff there, including hatchetfield stuff and hype for the newest show, nerdy prudes must die

@avid-avian-this-again - my (new) gravity falls, over the garden wall, and the owl house (with a focus on the wittebane brothers.) old one got deleted 😭. subject to name change.

@avid-avians-gay-wizard - merlin and good omens. I watched them and was immediately consumed with an obsession with these homosexuals, both merthur and the ineffable husbands. I'm a morgana apologist and hater of the big dragon (fuck that loser)

@avid-avian-writes - where I occasionally post some of my original writing pieces, including short stories, excerpts, and poems. you can usually find the fandom I was inspired by, lol.

you can find all of the posts I make (not reblogs, unless I feel like I've added something meaningful to the original post) under the tag avid avian says. this is a tag that goes across all of my blogs except avid-avian-writes.

other tags:

#tumblr chaos - for chaos

#tumblr culture - for famous posts, tumblr trends, etc.

#video and #art

#queer

#ouppy!!! for dogs and #urgente: gato for cats / #animals for other animals

#neil tag (gai man) - posts from the man himself

#bc i love him - boyfriend tag

updated as needed!!

#avid avian says

[disneytva]

NUTS Disney Sets March 10 Release Date For Titmouse Inc And Disney Television Animation’s “Kiff” Alongside Soundtrack And Shorts.

GO NUTS! ‘Kiff’ Premieres Friday, Mar. 10, only Disney Channel

Disney announced that “Kiff,” their nutty new animated buddy-comedy about optimistic squirrel Kiff and her chill bunny bestie Barry, will premiere Friday, March 10, on Disney Channel (8:00 p.m. EST/PST) and Wednesday, March 15, on Disney+ USA with 6 new episodes ahead of broadcast release.

Also available March 10, include the “Kiff Original Soundtrack” by Brad Breek (Gravity Falls, The Owl House) from Walt Disney Records and Kiff appearing trought Disney Television Animation’s Multiplatform Short Series like “THEME SONG TAKEOVER” “CHIBI TINY TALES” “BROKEN KARAOKE” & “HOW NOT TO DRAW”.

Kimiko Glenn (“Netflix Animation’s Centaurworld”,”Disney XDs DuckTales”) stars in the titular role of Kiff, whose thirst for life takes her on countless adventures through their city alongside Barry, voiced by H Michael Croner (“Cartoon Network Studios Craig of the Creek Franchise”). Joining the cast in recurring roles are:

James Monroe Iglehart (SpindleHorse Toons Helluva Boss) and Lauren Ash (Dreamworks She-Ra And The Princesses Of Power) as Kiff’s parents, Martin and Beryl.

Heavens and Smal also voice characters in the series: Heavens as Kiff’s drama teacher, Helen, and Smal as the principal of Table Town School, Principal Secretary.

Deedee Magno Hall (Cartoon Network Studios Steven Universe Franchise) as Kiff’s teacher, Miss Deer Teacher, Eugene Cordero (Cartoon Network Studios Steven Universe Franchise) as Kiff’s neighbor, The Pone, and the school secretary, Secretary Prince, Josh Johnson (The Daily Show with Trevor Noah) as Barry’s brother, Harry Buns, Eric Bauza (Warner Bros Looney Toons Franchise) as TV producer Roy Fox and Kiff’s classmate Reggie, Vella Lovell (Dreamworks She-Ra And The Princesses Of Power) as Kiff’s classmate Candle Fox, Steve Little (Cartoon Network Studios Adventure Time Franchise) as the town city manager, Glarbin Gloobin, Series Co-Showrunner and EP Kent Osborne as the school janitor, Sweepy Steve, Gary Anthony Williams (Marvel’s Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur & Disney Hailey’s On It.) as artist manager Flam Bingo, Mary Mack (William Street’s Aqua Teen Hunger Force) as Kiff’s classmate Renee, Rhys Darby (WarnerMax’s Our Flag Means Death) as a troll living under a bridge, Trollie, Tom Kenny (Disney Wander Over Yonder) as Kiff’s classmates Trevor, Gareth and Darryn, Katie Crown (Disney Amphibia & Disney TVA Pilot Iris Opener) as town barista, Pawva, Kate Flannery (Cartoon Network Studios OK K.O! Let’s Be Heroes) as laundromat owner and Helen’s sister, Agnes, Nichole Sakura (Cartoon Network Studios OK K.O! Let’s Be Heroes) as Barry’s sister, Terri Buns, Rachel House (Walt Disney Animation Studios Moana & Pixar Animation Studios Soul) as Barry’s mom, Mary Buns.

Inspired by the people and places Heavens and Smal experienced when they were growing up in Cape Town, South Africa, each half-hour episode, comprised of two 11-minute stories, will include a new original song. In addition to their creative roles,

Additionaly Heavens and Smal have a second animated series on development about “alien suburbs” for Disney Channel

#Kiff #Disney Kiff #Nic Smal #Lucy Heavens #Disney Channel #Disney+ #Disney Plus

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"Enemy" lyrics

Imagine Dragons & Jid Lyrics

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"Enemy"

(originally by Imagine Dragons)

I wake up to the sounds of the silence that allows

For my mind to run around, with my ear up to the ground

I'm searching to behold the stories that are told

When my back is to the world that was smiling when I turned

Tell you you're the greatest

But once you turn, they hate us

Oh, the misery

Everybody wants to be my enemy

Spare the sympathy

Everybody wants to be my enemy-y-y-y-y

(Look out for yourself)

My enemy-y-y-y-y

(Look out for yourself)

But I'm ready

Your words up on the wall as you're prayin' for my fall

And the laughter in the halls and the names that I've been called

I stack it in my mind, and I'm waiting for the time

When I show you what it's like to be words spit in a mic

Tell you you're the greatest

But once you turn, they hate us

Oh, the misery

Everybody wants to be my enemy

Spare the sympathy

Everybody wants to be my enemy-y-y-y-y

(Look out for yourself)

My enemy-y-y-y-y

(Look out for yourself)

Uh, look, okay

I'm hopin' that somebody pray for me

I'm prayin' that somebody hope for me

I'm stayin' where nobody 'posed to be p-p-posted

Being a wreck of emotions

Ready to go whenever, just let me know

The road is long, so put the pedal into the floor

The enemy on my trail, my energy unavailable

I'ma tell 'em, "Hasta luego"

They wanna plot on my trot to the top

I been outta shape, thinkin' out the box, I'm an astronaut

I blasted off the planet rock to cause catastrophe

And it matters more because I had it not

Had I thought about wreaking havoc

On an opposition, kinda shockin' they wanted static

With precision, I'm automatic quarterback

I ain't talkin' sackin', pack it

Pack it up, I don't panic, batter-batter up

Who the baddest? It don't matter 'cause we at your throat

Everybody wants to be my enemy

Spare the sympathy

Everybody wants to be my enemy

Oh, the misery

Everybody wants to be my enemy

Spare the sympathy

Everybody wants to be my enemy

Pray it away, I swear I'll never be a saint, no way

My enemy

Pray it away, I swear I'll never be a saint

(Look out for yourself)

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[sherlockfreak05]

I posted 2,378 times in 2022

17 posts created (1%)

2,361 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 1,099 of my posts in 2022

#gravity falls - 78 posts

#looool - 64 posts

#loooool - 53 posts

#omg - 48 posts

#oh my god - 43 posts

#loool - 36 posts

#hahahaha - 32 posts

#pffft - 29 posts

#stan pines - 27 posts

#looooool - 23 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#i guess i should be thankful its not picard sitting with his tea watching a planet die so he can smugly say he upholds the prime directive

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

New headcanon I just thought of right now--

Stan originally got the girdle to wear when he had to impersonate Ford in front of family.

2 notes - Posted August 11, 2022

#4

I am LIVID

My Gravity Falls Vinyl Soundtrack was delivered today while I was at work.

When I got home and opened the parcel locker, the package was fucking open and EMPTY

Are you shitting me?? I've waited how fucking long for this package and now THIS??

See the full post

3 notes - Posted December 27, 2022

#3

........ I had a fic idea 😬

I want to thank @mellarkandart for tagging me in the Top 5 Fic post, bc it got me thinking about writing again. I have two WIP I haven't touched in over a year at least, and I've decided to post them and finish them.

Then this morning, I dreamt a scene for something completely different and wrote down what I could remember upon waking. (I need to think through it and flesh it out, bc it's very disjointed. Phrases and feelings more than an actual story at this point)

While doing THAT... I had another idea that reeeeeally intrigues me. So I'm gonna start working on that.

3 notes - Posted January 12, 2022

#2

If anyone remembers who did that fanart of mullet stan laying in the snow with the crossbow bolt in his neck....

I'd appreciate the help so I can credit it ❤️

16 notes - Posted September 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Missed opportunity--

Ford going down into the bunker to look things over after he gets back and sees the shapeshifter-disguised-as-Dipper frozen in the tube.

Is that really Dipper?! Is the Dipper in the house the shapeshifter or something even WORSE?! How can he find out one way or the other?!

IS HIS FAMILY IN DANGER??!!

23 notes - Posted June 5, 2022

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