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hgejfmw-hgejhsf · 5 months

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20 Questions Game for Fic Writers!

I feel like I've done this before, but like...definitely before a MASSIVE amount of my fics were released post-fest, so thanks to the amazing @ssmtskw tagging me, I'm gonna do it all over again!

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

52 total!

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

128,450 words!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently, only RWRB. In the past, I've written some for Once Upon a Time.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Ghosts

Volume Control

Retaliation

Do we still have forever?

Modification to the map of you

5. Do you respond to comments?

Always! I live by comments, so I will always show my appreciation for every single one.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I suffer from this syndrome that only allows me to write happy endings, so the angstiest ending I've written still brings with it some hope. It's Darkest before the dawn.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think one of my newer fics, No fear, no fences, nobody - no reins has a pretty lovely ending. Lots of hope for a pretty blissful future.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet. Still waiting on my first hate comment. I'd love for it to never come, but you know how fandom can be.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Before FirstPrince, I wrote a lot of fade to black. Now, I dive right into wherever the story and the characters lead. The fic listed in answer #7 is probably the smuttiest I've ventured so far.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve ever written?

I haven't yet but I'd be open to!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, not yet.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not so far, but a couple are in the works!

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

FirstPrince.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I once had a super neat idea for a Captain Swan kid fic, but I don't see myself ever finishing that one.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Henry's POV apparently haha. I'm just gonna spend the rest of my existence writing everything from Henry's point of view, and I'll be fine.

But honestly, as much as I never realized it, I think the dialogue is one of my major strengths. It took a friend @oneofthewednesdays complimenting me on my dialogue as well as hearing a podfic of one of my works to convince me that the dialogue I write feels pretty genuine and authentic.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing anything except one shots lol. I'm working on something now that might become my first real multichapter fic that isn't cowritten, and I'm really excited, but also terrified that I won't finish it.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've done this! And I've received a ton of positive feedback from native speakers that I did it justice, which made me feel so good.

19. First fandom you ever wrote for?

Pirates of the Caribbean.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Oh gosh. It's like asking me to choose my favorite child. But as many fics as I've written in the months since joining the RWRB fandom and as immensely proud of them as I am, my heart keeps coming back to quite possibly the best line I've ever written.

“Fuck,” is all that he can say, but even that tastes of Alex, of top shelf whiskey and the cinnamon he always adds to his coffee. Alex had spoken the word into Henry’s mouth on countless occasions, so he was all-too-familiar with the way it slipped off of his tongue so smoothly, as if the letters themselves were forged together just for him by some foul-mouthed god who knew the damage such a word might wreak in the possession of someone as fearless as Alexander Claremont-Diaz.

And this line lives in a little post lake house fic, the second fic I ever published in the RWRB fandom, called What If I Do?

Uncertain who's already done this, so I'm gonna leave this as an open tag for anyone who sees it and wants to share their incredible writing background with the world!

#20 questions for fic writers #writing stuff #my writing #my fics

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sunskate · 9 months

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Lake Placid recap-

in the senior Champs competition, i loved both Katarina Wolfkostin/Dimitry Tsarevski and Isabella Flores/Ivan Desyatov--

it must be some combination of program, new partner and everything Katarina went through this year, because she looked more confident and like she was feeling herself in a new way. this pairing just looks like a better fit. i love a tango FD, and this is a good one for them

Isabella and Ivan were really lovely in their FD - credit to Kaitlyn Weaver for the choreo, too - West Side Story is done a lot, but they picked the youthful, softer and optimistic songs from it, and it felt fresh and effortlessly natural on them - Isabella's a talented performer. and you'd never guess both of them were nursing injuries. hope they heal up before the next one

the one hitch in a well run event was that the the announcer stumbled over and slaughtered SO MANY names. had done ZERO homework. you'd think she'd never watched skating before or met anyone from other countries

in the senior international:

Diana and Gleb - with not being able to compete last season, their Swan Lake FD felt more polished, like they'd had more time with it, plus that first lift is pretty impressive. many of the skaters warm up in the concourse above and behind the judges and audience, so they are right there among everyone -- Diana was up there before the FD but found a nook by herself and looked like she was feeling SO much pressure

at practice that morning, she and Gleb sometimes practiced twizzles with arms pulled in with extremely fast rotations (but not covering that much ice) - reminded me of Eteri's girls and how they get speed on their jump rotations. in the actual program, they didn't quite do them the same way? idk why they'd practice differently than they perform

the Browns- they skated before D/S, and she fell early on and was so upset, though they rallied well. they're good performers and very intense and expressive. they look stronger than last season, these programs seem in their wheelhouse. the camera can hide a bit that the lobes they're drawing on the ice are small. D/S are a bit this way too

the team that surprised me by contrast in how they cover ice was Lanaghan/Razgulajevs - there were parts of their FD where they were drawing deep and big curves on the ice. her performance default sometimes looks like a beauty pageant smile- they used that last season in their FD where she played a doll, but it can feel a bit like a mask in other settings

oh i see i misidentified Pate and Bye's music the other day - that's embarrassing- i've played both those pieces lol sorry - they're similar stylistically, but they're such big works, there's no excuse, i just wasn't thinking

Bashynska/Beaumont's Romeo & Juliet is beautiful - it feels again like their team really believes in them and is giving them material that can help them make an impression and rise in 🇨🇦. (Soucisse/Firus were smart to switch). without Peter’s fall in the RD they probably could have finished 4th/5th. the opening position with her curled around him and the way they end with their arms making the same infinity sign shape as the start reminded me of the way Chock/Bates's FD from last season starts and ends with her curled around him. there were also many drag split moves in this competition - C/B inspired lots of teams i guess 😅

then McNamara/Spirodonov's FD felt like a sequel to their FD from last season --that was red, this was blue-green and similar in tone- one of the pieces was by the same composer - maybe it'll be a trilogy like the Shibutanis Coldplay

and Ling/Wein- part way through their FD, something that looked like a strap started dangling off his ankle, and it was nerve wracking to watch- the referee finally had the music stopped after nearly a minute and called them to the boards to fix it. but 5 point deduction?? that seems excessively harsh

#lake placid ice dance int'l and championships #2023

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theaverewrites · 2 years

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Yokai and Yaksha - Playlist & Note

𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

i'll die anyway. - girl in red

✧.* I reach for me, but I'm not there

It's so lonely, but who cares

It's fine, it's okay

I'll die anyway

Juliet - Cavetown

✧.* Sometimes I act like I know

But I'm really just a kid

With two corks in his eyes

And a bully in his head

Exhale - Laureli Amadeus

✧.* Show yourself to me someday

I will be speechless

But for now let me

Lay it all down

As It Was - Harry Styles

✧.* In this world, it's just us

You know it's not the same as it was

In this world, it's just us

You know it's not the same as it was

Million Years Ago - Adele

✧.* I know I'm not the only one

Who regrets the things they've done

Sometimes I just feel it's only me

Who can't stand the reflection that they see

Cat And Mouse - Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

✧.* Am I supposed to be happy?

With all I ever wanted, it comes with a price.

Am I supposed to be happy?

With all I ever wanted, it comes with a price.

Hole In The Heart - Rachie

✧.* That’s why a hole had opened up where my heart is

Pounding, my heartbeat tried to fill up the nothing

But when i tried to say it loud, the words that left my mouth

Were nothing more than excuses

Hawk In The Night - Madds Buckley

✧.* Sharpen your talons and fight

Claw at the world as it claws out your eyes

We raised you right

Hawk in the night

Overfly - Amalee

✧.* Hands up high

Raise them high

And cast your worries to the sky

If you can't stand, then take my hand

Recently, - Liana Flores

✧.* But recently

Everyone says they are seeing less of me

I could do better if I had energy

Be like I used to be

Old Friend - Mitski

✧.* You'll meet me at Blue Diner

I'll take coffee and talk about nothing, baby

At Blue Diner,

I'll take anything you want to give me, baby

Should've Been Me - Mitski

✧.* Cause, I haven't given you what you need

You wanted me but couldn't reach me

So you went into your memory

Relive all the ways you still want me

listen before i go - Billie Eilish

✧.* If you need me

Wanna see me

Better hurry

'Cause I'm leaving soon

brutal - Olivia Rodrigo

✧.* All I did was try my best,

this the kind of thanks I get?

Unrelentless upset

They say these are the golden years

Crossing Fields - Amalee

✧.* I know your strength is what I lack

You've got my back and now that I've got yours

I have you to thank for lighting up the dark

Because you're here with me, our dreams will soar free forever

Meteor Shower - Cavetown

✧.* Missing pieces of my skull

I'll sew on patches of my own soul

There's nothing you or I can do so let the stars fall

'Cause from up here the sky's my thoughts and we're all so small

A Burning Hill - Mitski

✧.* And I am the fire and I am the forest

And I am a witness watching it

I stand in a valley watching it

And you are not there at all

Fourth of July - Sufjan Stevens

✧.* Did you get enough love, my little dove

Why do you cry?

And I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best

Though it never felt right

Line Without a Hook - Ricky Montgomery

✧.* Baby, I am a wreck when I'm without you

I need you here to stay

I broke all my bones that day I found you

Crying at the lake

Cloud 9 - Beach Bunny

✧.* But when he loves me I feel like I'm floating

When he calls me pretty I feel like somebody

Even when we fade eventually to nothing

You will always be my favorite form of loving

rises the moon - Liana Flores

✧.* Oh-oh, close your weary eyes

I promise you that soon the autumn comes

To darken fading summer skies

Breathe, breathe, breathe

Thought Crime - Rachie

✧.* The birds cry out their song in the sunset!

The empty ache I feel starts to sing a swan song too

And yet you linger still in the shadows, standing on your toes, sky a flaming red hue

Slipping off my tongue was my goodbye to you

1. Constructive criticism is okay as long as it is legitimate feedback and not just hate.

2. There are a lot of musical references in this story, particularly in reference to the songs listed in the earlier chapter.

3. Please refrain from overly sexual comments.

4. The Xiao that I write is more akin to his Chinese portrayal than his English one. In other words, he's going to be more apathetic than angry.

5. The reader is based on a Japanese mythological creature. It's not a completely accurate representation, as they're only based on that creature, but quite a few of their characteristics have been adapted.

6. The reader is referred to using they/them pronouns, but may present as mostly feminine.

7. This takes place in the canon universe, and thus has canon level violence.

8. This story has topics that are not suitable for everyone, such as themes of grief and trauma, abandonment, and minor s/a. If any of these topics make you uncomfortable, I suggest you click away now.

9. This story will be posted on wattpad (@-AEONSTYX), Ao3 (@aeonstyx), and tumblr (@theaverewrites). Any and all updates about this story and others will be posted on wattpad, so I suggest you follow me there to keep up with changes.

10. Genshin Impact is owned by Hoyoverse. Please support the official release, and enjoy this fan-made story.

#theaverewrites #genshin xiao #genshin impact xiao #adeptus xiao #xiao fluff #xiao x reader #xiao x you #xiao x y/n #genshin fic #genshin impact #genshin fluff

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jmflowers · 1 year

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End of year asks: 5, 10, 22

5. TV show of the year?

Oh man, this was the year I fell into Station 19. But I genuinely binged the first four seasons back in February/March and haven't watched a full episode again since, haha. I've written a lot of fanfic about it, though, so it's probably top.

Other shows I watched this year and enjoyed are Brassic (easily my second favourite find this year), Mock the Week (my forever love... I miss you), Taskmaster (series 14 was so good), Stranger Things, Midnight Mass (again), and Bluey (my niece is obsessed). I'm definitely still fully immersed in British media.

10 . Something that made you cry this year?

The stress of school? Haha. There's video of me truly sobbing the first time I watched Ripley's death on Station 19. I always get a little choked up when I'm out in nature and see an incredible view for the first time... or the second time... or any time. Also happened upon hearing the opening chords of Swan Lake at the National Ballet with my brother and as my plane was taking off in Toronto.

I think my biggest cry, though, was on the beach in Algonquin Park at the end of the first camping trip of the summer. We had been sitting around the fire and I'd just finished the book I'd been reading the whole time and all of a sudden I was sobbing uncontrollably. One of my oldest friends and I headed down to the beach and sat under the stars as I lamented about a million different things that were racing through my mind: the mortality of my parents, the loss of pets, the fear of what's next, facing down my wish to leave home and knowing that I can never truly return, the devastation of heading back to the city the next morning when I wasn't sure I'd ever get to come back, not having kayaked during our trip... I'd taken an edible for the first time that day, so that probably had an effect, haha. She consoled me by promising another trip just the two of us to kayak and bike and hike before the season was done, which we did.

I also sobbed in the parking garage my first week of school (same week we returned from that second camping trip) when I got a call that one of our cats had taken a turn while I was in class and I wouldn't be able to get to her to say goodbye before she was put down. That was rough... Had to shrug it off and go film an assignment after. Got a really good mark on the assignment, somehow.

22. I answered this one already here.

end of year asks

#lmaoooo this got dark #sorry friend #thank you though #a lot of loss this year alongside a lot of life #and an edible that rocked me to the core #janelle's asks #ask game #end of year asks

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nathanlafraneer · 1 year

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1980: Joni Mitchell and Toller Cranston make some deeply Canadian art

I came across a video today that I haven't seen or thought about since high school; someone was kind enough to post Joni Mitchell's "music video" (I'm sure she'd like me to call it a short film) for the song "Hejira." It was shot in 1979 to be inserted into the ill-begotten live concert film Shadows and Light and features Canadian figure skater Toller Cranston skating over the live recording of "Hejira." I wondered immediately if fs people knew about this pre-MTV camp masterpiece.

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I'll come right out and say it: this video is fucking fabulous. It's experimental reach, aesthetic simplicity, and Canadian earnestness more than makes up for how silly it is. Are Mitchell and Cranston supposed to be lovers in this film? Is he some sort of athletic manifestation of her? The two had collaborated before: he posed for photographs for the Hejira album packaging back in 1976.

It all starts with Joan in her "Black Crow" getup (and black skates!) skating around Cranston who appears to be asleep or dead on the ice. He seems to be stirred by her birdlike sexual mysticism and comes alive again as she scuttles away. His body caves again, he exalts her flapping footwork. They do not reunite.

Then it's showtime. Cranston pulls out some seriously beautiful spins and spirals with positions I know I've never seen before. No jumps here, just the fundamentals done exquisitely. The scene is cut with a "bridal girl" spinning in slow-motion in the snow and shots of Mitchell singing with the track, the only real "music video" element in the film. I particularly like his rolling collapse towards the end of the song, followed immediately by a high kick. I'll bet you anything this kind of Swan Lake pose was a Joni Mitchell direction.

The video is quite effective in interpreting or evoking the ideas percolating around "Hejira," a song Mitchell wrote following a long cross-country drive, all alone. It reflects on love and connection from that isolated position, about what it means to be "bound and tied to someone" (she sings "hung up on someone" in the live version). Cranston's performance is solitary, powerful, vulnerable, filmed from start to finish in spotlight amid total blackness. It's a vibe!

Of course a collaboration this Canadian couldn't stay out of the Toronto Star! She apparently nabbed him while he was touring with Ice Capades. They shot the video once the crowd left. I'm sure many cigarettes were had as Cranston skated until "the very wee hours of the morning." Woof.

If you need more Toller (and who doesn't?) please watch his ice shows, like Strawberry Ice, which would come just a few years after the Hejira video. There is literally nothing like them. I'm also partial to his '81 World Pro skate to "La Rondine."

#joni mitchell #jonimitchell #toller cranston #figure skating #skating #hejira #music video #mtv #canadian #figure skater #Youtube

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peterlorres21stcentury · 2 months

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some "old" writing

I woke up this morning with old Genesis prog rock in my head (specifically "Selling England by the Pound") and I'm just impressed that my brain remembered so many of the lyrics after not listening to these really rather complex songs in such a long time. It was just what I needed to blast through some boring work this morning, but it also made me think fondly of my last huge writing project before I devoted myself to Peter Lorre fic more or less full-time.

Back when I was going through a serious prog rock phase, I wrote an entire book that was one huge, half-silly half-serious riff on all my favorite 1970s-1980s musicians, written as fictitious ancient people of the Stone Age. I had a lot of fun with it, and I think it was also very necessary for me at the time to write something long and get all the writing cobwebs out before I found what I really wished to do. My favorite thing was writing thinly-veiled caricatures of actual rock personalities in the hopes that people would recognize them. Sometimes I was a little too on-the-nose with names... or was I? See if you can guess.

(well, since you can't tell from this particular excerpt, I'll say that two of the main characters Oak and Rowan are young Mike and Tony of Genesis fame, but who's the new trio of performers?) ;)

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At length, a new trio of young Coastal men appeared. The audience stirred and the whole cavern shook with deafening cheers. Oak sat up with fresh interest and nudged Rowan's shoulder.

“I know them! That one there, see him?” He pointed to the middle one, a slightly chubby youth with a perfectly circular face. He carried an elegant sifigaan that stood about half his own height and bore a graceful curve like a swan's neck, carved from a single branch of ash wood.

“What about him?” asked Rowan, struggling to raise his voice. He could barely hear himself think.

“He's Lake. Moon-on-the-Lake. He used to sing at other meetings but I never had much to do with him. And the others... oh, I've already forgotten their names.”

Rowan watched the trio take their places in the chamber. The drummer sat behind two low skin drums and raised his arms to encourage the crowd, showing off glorious muscles as taut as new bowstrings. He was a joyful, innocent sort with a bright honest face and a jubilant grin. As he cheered, the enormous leaf crown atop his head slipped down over one eye and fell apart under its own weight. He tried to fix it, still smiling as his two bandmates teased him. Rowan couldn't help laughing too; it was possibly the most impractical headdress he had ever seen. It was fashioned from row upon row of the green fan-palm leaves that grew in low shrubs along the dry mountain coast, and radiated out from his head like streaks of sunlight through the clouds. Rowan considered that it might be a namesake, and knew he was correct when he heard Lake playfully admonish: “Leave it, Palmetto!”

The third member of the trio was something of a puzzle. He was small and thin-legged, and his eyes were hidden behind a long mop of fluffy brown hair. He did not volunteer a name to the crowd, nor wear any kind of obvious namesake, but simply grinned and took his place behind a curious instrument. It had large flat stones like Rowan's elanngyo, only they were tied down to an upright wooden frame rather than allowed to swing freely. A number of hollow gourds of varying sizes were lashed to the sides, and a few shell strings dangled off the front. With the practiced air of someone who had done this many times before, the little musician strapped two round pebbles in the palms of his hands and slapped a quick double rhythm into the instrument, each hand playing different notes. The stones rang and clattered under his strikes, and drew cheering whistles from the audience even before the song began. The little player waved to them and lowered his head, allowing his hair to cover most of his shyly grinning face.

The group did not bother to introduce themselves. They started up immediately once the crowd had quieted, opening with humming strikes on the very lowest strings of Lake's sifigaan, and stealthy words of warning:

There's a sharp edge in the girl's hand

Waiting for the strike at her man

Don't expect they will have many

Days until the stars take pity

Never knowing

Take the women from the clearing

As the sparrows watch in silence

How the warlord prays for violence!

The verse repeated in other languages, building slowly before Lake gave a long wail and stood aside, disappearing into the flickering shadows. For a long time there were no words, only the pounding of drums and the exclamations of the elanngyo. The song grew faster and the drummer tossed his head to the sky. His eyes rolled and he clenched his teeth, straining as he drove the tempo to an impossible limit. Droplets of sweat flung away from his brow and the ends of his feathery hair with every beat. He did not let up his pace for an instant. The remnants of his broken palmetto crown had long since fallen to the ground in the whirlwind of his energy.

The tiny elanngyo player was a whole performance unto himself. His eyes were closed as he struck blindly from note to note in a chaotic madness, and he wore a grimace of such intense concentration that he looked to be in pain. He leaped and twirled about, at times thrusting himself bodily into his instrument. He ground his hips against it in a passion, he mounted it like a lover in the throes of bliss. Something flashed in his hand as he brought it down violently upon the stones again and again, and a tortured scream went up like murder.

Rowan was mystified. His eyes widened when he saw the smears of blood. A glassy black flint was driven between two of the singing stones, and there was a fresh bleeding wound on the player's fingers. The little madman scarcely noticed. He grunted as he drove a second, then a third flint into the vitals of the instrument, still coaxing noises from it, and with a final heave he tipped it over with a great clattering of stones into the sand. He raised his bloodied hands into the air and the song ended with Lake's final cry and the clamor of the frenzied audience cheering them on.

Breathing hard and shining with sweat, they bowed and swiftly cleared away for the next group. Rowan overheard Lake and Palmetto fussing over their companion’s injured hand, but the little elanngyo player just smiled.

“It looks good, don't you think?” he said, pointing to the bright red smears of his own blood across the overturned instrument. He happened to catch Rowan's eye and winked from under his locks.

#writing #not peter lorre #but a slightly older project #you don't need to know the made-up names I gave the instruments but the little guy is playing a lithophone as one might play a keyboard #silly but fun

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woewept · 3 months

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starting with tchaikovsky mightn't be her greatest idea, especially for a boy who, she assumed, hadn't touched a piano in his life. but it was a fitting piece as the evening settled with a comfortable quiet; when the sky coloured deep blues and blacks, alison found her inspiration for harder compositions tended to arrive. clearly, it became common knowledge amongst the grounds, with robin curled up beneath the fireplace, and fanny and james sitting at the bench outside to not overcrowd the gatehouse, but still wishing for familiarity. the rest would mosey on eventually, as they always did. 'oh, that was great! super close.' alison exclaimed through an earnest grin, having watched over @emptyheir strive to play the opening score of swan lake without interruption or suggestion. she's incredibly patient, as it's only a bit of fun, but she unquestionably wanted steve to succeed. she knew he could. 'the problem is this hand. you're putting too much weight on it— try to relax it like you've done with the other.' she grasped his left hand within both her own, massaging it like she were trying to force out any kinks or stiffness, before leading it to the keys once more, and letting it rest there. she shuffled a little closer to him, placing her now steady fingers gently atop his, purposely positioning every digit.

'we'll start from the beginning. keep going with your other hand, but let me guide this one, yeah? you're still pretty tense.' she offered him a quick smile as she glanced up, giving his shoulder a light, playful nudge with her own. 'you're doing really well, though. the best student i've ever had, that's for sure.' an attempt to teach mike a few years back proved an utterly hopeless gesture. they'd ended up overwhelmingly frustrated with one another and the whole incident was agreed to never be spoken of at any point in the future. 'ready to try again?' alison failed to consider whether he might need to get home, if he'd made plans for later. funny how these things came about sometimes: connecting with children who weren't yours, and all that.

#emptyheir.#ic: alison cooper.#they're playing swan lake....#she calls her daughter odette...#much to think about!

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headinthestaticsky · 3 years

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The Phenomenon of the Immortal Sun: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 1

Summary: It was time for Fleur Swan to become Fleur Hale/Whitlock. She has started to adjust to the lifestyle of a vegetarian vampire as well as her powers, which she seems to develop a new one once in a while. But what happens when something happens that none of the Cullens are prepared for.

"Nature will get her way Though you took her for a fool Walking on the lake Frozen under you."

Run Cried the Crawling by, Anges Obel

When Bella got home from Vegas with Edward at her side it was the most pissed off my dad had ever been at her. He knew she would throw out the "I'll move away." Card on him but he wasn't fazed by it anymore. She was married, and a adult... he couldn't stop her. It was satisfying to see dad finally stand up to her, letting go of the fear of losing her. Bella eventually developed a guilty look on her face while Edward tensed by her side. She decided that she would have her honeymoon after Jasper and I got married, since dad would know we would both be out of the house. It confused me since she would have to wait 5 months just to go on her honeymoon, it also delayed her changing into a vampire. Since they both agreed to do it on there honeymoon.

Regarding me however my eyes are still a dark red rose color, which completely puzzled the Cullens. It confused me as well...knowing that after a year of transformation my eyes should be golden by now. I had never drunken an once of human blood but, my eyes were just as red as they were when I first turned. My blood lust got a lot better and I was beginning to gain control of my powers. It turns out I am also a shape shifter in a sense... I can transform myself into anyone I wanted to be. Things seemed to have calmed down it was nice to have a moment of serenity.

I stood in my room which was now void of my items being out on display. They were instead all in boxes stacked up on top of each other. Dad helped me out earlier in the day, it was nice to spend so one-on-one time with him while I still lived here. Bella was packing up too, excited to finally leave the house and become a vampire. She wouldn't let dad help her out however and spent her time locked up in her room. Probably waiting for Edward to enter and talk with her. I just sat down on my bed looking at my surroundings when I heard Jasper enter through my window.

"I was waiting for you to show up." I said grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss.

"Mmm, hello to you too." Jasper said.

"You're not going to believe who accepted my RVSP'd to the wedding..."

"Who is it?"

"My mom, her new husband is coming with her too."

"I hope they won't cause any trouble." Jasper grumbled.

"Well... the last thing I said to her was when I moved back down here when I was 15...I told her that next time I see her would be at my wedding. I then told her that she would enjoy the the open bar and her speech for me would be her barfing all over the place. So umm... be prepared for that to happen." I explained trying to hold in a laugh at the face Jasper made.

"Damn love...you're brutal sometimes."

"Thank you... that is so sweet to say!"

"You better get down to our place... Alice and Rosalie are waiting for you so they can throw you a Bachelorette party."

"Yeah... they'll probably break the house trying to get to me." I said and then began to laugh.

"Have fun darlin." Jasper said softly.

"You too, if Emmett, Edward, and Dean got you a stripper I will murder all of them."

"Don't worry about that darlin, we're merely going out to the woods to hunt bears... maybe a few mountain lions. Besides Edward won't be there anyway"

"Oh fun...wait, Edward won't be there?"

"Yeah... it seems he still holds a grudge after I called him a boy before the battle."

"Only a boy would be offended by that." I said

"I better go love you." Jasper replied and pecked my cheek.

"Love you too." I did the same thing, pecking his cheek. He left a few seconds afterward leaving me alone. I pulled on pair of boots and ran downstairs.

"I'll see you later dad, Rose and Alice are throwing me a little party."

"Alright Petal, love you."

"Love you too!"

I arrived at the Cullen's house in record time, my tracking ability had improved greatly. I zoomed up to the door and before I could open it Rosalie, Esme, Bree, and Alice stood there with excited smiles on their faces.

"The party has arrived." I said jokingly.

They all laughed and ushered me into the lounge room.

Bree had been living with us ever since the end of the battle, she struggled to conform to the diet after living off of human blood so long and she couldn't leave the house much since she was presumed dead. But Jasper has been helping her out a lot.

"I can't wait to see what you did with the venue outside... can I take a look?"

"No, you may not, Rosalie and I all agreed that you shouldn't see it until tomorrow. It'll be great with the pictures."

"Okay okay... is the dress finished?"

"Yes, now that you can see." Rosalie said, dragging me down to her room. A large vanity was set up with hundreds of makeup products. I turned around and saw my dress... it was beautiful.

(I know the dresses aren't exactly the same but just pretend the one showing off the back of the dress has sleeves haha.)

a"Oh my gosh Rose, you know my style so well."

"You're going to look beautiful tomorrow." Esme said, her gracious smile still on her face.

"Thank you guys so much... for everything."

"No problem Fleur, I can't wait for you to officially be a part of the family." Alice replied.

"So, how is everything back at home?" Rosalie said, already playing with my hair.

"It's tense...dad's pissed at Bella, Bella is pissed at dad. I still can't believe she actually eloped."

"Doesn't surprise me any... Bella's priorities have certainly changed." Alice grumbled.

"Yeah... not gonna lie though Alice they've always been like that, she just hid it from you guys pretty well."

"Yeah... I guess so." Alice said disappointment was on her face.

"Let's talk about something else...Fleur, did Jasper tell you where you two were going for your honeymoon?"

"No... he wants it to be a surprise, I can't wait to see where we're going."

"I'm sure it's going to be fun." Alice said, nudging me playfully.

"If I could blush right now, I would." I said.

Timeskip: The next day.

"Rosalie this is like we rehearsed it... smile and don't kill my mother." I reminded her.

"I'll try my best... Why does Bella have to be a bridesmaid again?" She said, brushing back my long black hair.

"Because I don't need my mother talking my ear off saying how selfish I am."

I saw Alice shake her head before going back to steaming my dress in the background.

"Fleur, Rosalie? Where are you guys?" I heard my dad call out.

"In here dad!" I called back.

"Renee get your butt up here your daughter is getting married. Get over this stupid grudge." I heard dad yell. Rosalie, Alice, and I all laughed.

"Aww, you look beautiful Petal." Dad said, smiling at me. I said Renee in the background she had a shocked look on her face.

"Thanks, Dad, you can thank Rosalie and Alice for all of this. Mom? You gonna come over? I'm not infected with anything you know."

She scoffed and walked up to me, we both gave each other fake smiles.

"Did you get plastic surgery? Your face looks... I don't know more sculpted." She said.

"No mother I just aged... the last time you saw me I was 15, I'm 20 now." I lied, everyone knew most vampires' facial features perfected when fully changed. But I couldn't exactly tell her that.

"Okay..." She said in a skeptical voice. I heard Rosalie growl behind me.

"Renee knock it off." Dad said he had a curt look on his face.

"Well since it's your wedding day we thought you needed something blue." Renee started, her face didn't look too happy.

"And something old, besides your mother." Dad joked, Rosalie and Alice let out a chuckle.

"Nice Charlie," Renee said rolling her eyes.

Dad then opened a jewelry box that had a hairpiece in it. I knew it was grandma swans.

"It was Grandma Swans, I added the Sapphires though, I thought it matched your ring pretty well. When the time comes around you can give it to your daughter." Dad said he handed it to Rosalie so she could put it in my hair.

"Aww thank you so much dad." I said I was lucky I didn't have my dress on yet so I could hug him.

"Should've saved this for Bella." Renee grumbled quitely.

"Oh no I forgot her veil, Rose could you come with me?" Alice asked.

Rosalie hesitated before answering.

"Sure..." They walked out a few seconds later.

"So... you stuck true to your guns. I didn't see you until your wedding day." Dad just looked at the two of us and walked out.

"Yep."

"How many men did you date before you got engaged to this one. I know how bored you can get." Renee said, implying I sleep around a lot.

"He's the first and only man I've dated." Renee's reflection was shocked in the mirror.

"Well... I knew my Bella would do that but... not, you." She said in a condescending voice.

"You have no idea what Bella has done."

"So who is he?" Renee said, ignoring my previous statement.

"His name is Jasper and he's an amazing, kind human being." I answered back, pride-filled my voice. I could suddenly feel Bella's presence behind the wall in the other room listening in on us.

"Sure... we all know women like you say that when the men have slept with you."

"You're childish insults do not bother me anymore mother."

"What childish insults? I'm stating facts." Renee said, acting innocent.

"Yeah, facts you convinced yourself are true."

"All I know is if my Bella wouldn't gotten married so young. So let's cut to the chase how far along are you?"

'I'm not pregnant Renee, I need to go help Rose and Alice find that veil." I got up to walk away when I got an idea.

"Oh by the way, Bella got married at nineteen in Vegas."

Renee just stood there in shock. I smiled in satisfaction.

"Enjoy the open bar!"

#jasper whitlock x oc #jasper whitlock #jasper hale x reader #jasper cullen #jasper hale #jasper hale x oc #carlisle cullen #emmett cullen #esme cullen #alice cullen #edward cullen #twilight saga #bella swan #twilight

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theficpusher · 4 years

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I Wanna Feel the Heat With Somebody. by kotabear24 | E | 4366 Harry teaches yoga in the studio right before Louis teaches ballet. He tends to linger, and it wouldn't be such a problem if Harry weren't so hot.

can't keep this beating heart at bay by reality_ruins_dreams | E | 6935 “And Arabesque!” The young man's voice echoed through out the studio, the eager dancers moving into position. “Shoulders back, yes! You all look so graceful and beautiful! Right dancers you’re turning into.” Clapping his hands, he grins excitedly at the group of his young students, “Alright, that’s it for class today! Make sure to stretch and do not forget that our recital is in one month, so what does that mean?” He scans the faces before him before answering himself, “Have your piece ready! You’re dismissed and I’ll see you Tuesday.” Or the one where Louis is a dancer and Harry is hopelessly in love with him.

forever, darling (that's what's up) by Skyebyrd | G | 10103 Louis has a daughter that's into ballet. His daughter's ballet instructor is into him. It all works out quite nicely.

Your love is better than (Spanish) chocolate by Blake | M | 14929 Harry is invited to practise her Snow Queen solo in a post-class rehearsal with Louis Tomlinson, who is only the most beautiful, charming, talented ex-Sugar Plum Fairy in the whole world.

Searching For Lost Time by DuchessKitty16 | T | 15936 Harry is a ballet dancer with special talents and a determination to make his dreams come true. Louis is a hip hop b-boy from Manchester who’s been given a chance to attend the prestigious Royal Academy of Dance in London. Louis feels like he has something to prove and show the rest of the dance world that hip hop is just as important an art form as anything other dance discipline. Harry and Louis clash at first and then learn that collaborating makes them stronger.

When I Run Out of Road by QuickedWeen | M | 24170 It's 1932 when Harry Styles sets off on an adventure to the African continent and the most popular new travel destination: Nairobi. He has reservations at the best club in town and plans to stay for a few weeks. What he doesn't expect is to meet and get to know a wonderful family along the way. The Deakins are sponsors of the Royal Ballet, traveling with the company to see them perform in Nairobi for the first time. They take Harry under their wing, treat him like part of their family, and change his life in ways he never imagined.

Can I Make It Any More Obvious? by slashter | E | 35660 "I don't have a good past. With boys. I've dated some crap guys who've done terrible things to me and I've…I've done some crazy shit with some guys, and Niall and Liam have always pulled me through, they've always had my best interests in mind. And they…they don't think that you're good for me." Louis finished, sighing and looking down at the tiles. "And the least I can do is listen to them, because I really do adore you, but if I get with you and I fuck things up, like I tend to do, then I'll lose their trust and yours, and I don't want that. I can't--I can't deal with that. It'd kill me." [AU where Louis does ballet and Harry is the epitome of everything Louis' friends want him to stay away from]

Counterbalance by YesIsAWorld | E | 44777 Harry Styles loves two things: teaching ballet and racing motorcycles. Those two worlds collide when his greatest rival on the track, Louis “Tommo” Tomlinson brings his tiny siblings to Harry’s class.

Flightless Bird by audreyhheart | E | 97723 AU where Louis Tomlinson is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival from ballet school, moody dance prodigy Harry Styles joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late?

#ballet #I Wanna Feel the Heat With Somebody.#kotabear24 #can’t keep this beating heart at bay #forever darling (that’s what’s up)#Skyebyrd #Your love is better than (Spanish) chocolate #blake #Searching For Lost Time #QuickedWeen #CAN I MAKE IT ANY MORE OBVIOUS?#slashter #counterbalance #yesisaworld #flightless bird #audreyhheart #reality_ruins_dreams #DuchessKitty16 #when i run out of road

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muffindaddystyles · 4 years

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(CLANDESTINE CHAPTER TWO)

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Rhythmically mellifluous waves of notes echoes after bouncing back from anile theatre's walls, the trill getting softer the more I firmly place my chin over the tail piece.

Eye lids slip shutting at the flurries of heart chasing the last cadences, pinky shivering as the middle and ring finger pushes the string down while the bow touches through the strings simultaneously producing the last chords.

Feels like a voyage over a baby leaf that's leading me through a pallid wind.

My chest heaving vigorously and lifting my jaw from the violin my head snapped in the direction of loud claps flowing. After a hectic performance the seats went empty and instead of going backstage I tried to play a melody for myself.

I was so lost finding my way through strings that didn't even noticed when Azi came. He's the owner of this old hideously beautiful theatre, his love for arts has this place still running without compliance knowing else it would have left baren just like the other popular theatres they shut years ago.

"Well done Harry, people seemed to love your performance last night and today." A smile quenching from my inners causing the bottom lip to tuck in between my teeth.

A feeling like no other spiralling around my ribcages, this's all I ever wanted.

"They were properly soused into your magic and we know what that means, shit loads of money." I remained quite putting my violin and bow aside while he spoke with a tobacco cigar rolled in between his lips.

I never wanted to play for money but nor do I've problem if we're getting it because half of the people in theater needs it. They deserve it.

It's not their fault they've to die in return of loving the devotedness that's gifted naturally.

Their talent and adroitness is the only thing keeping them in this world even though they've to remain veiled from the ordinary people.

Azi drags the stash of money on the table in my direction causing me to shake my head in refusal, "you know that I don't need this money. Save it for the renovation of theatre before we all get buried deep under it." He laughs lungs rumbling from his old age.

For God's sake the ceilings are about to cripple and chandelier might bonk my head one day.

"Or' maybe double pay our ballerina she was prepossesing last night." The twitch of his wrinkles at the corners of eyes smoothed down sadly and he sighed loudly piercing a hole in my stomach.

Anticipation wrapped around my head shoving me into the sea of worry where I'm finding it difficult to process, "what happened-" my words choking in my windpipes when he cuts me off revealing the horror information.

"She was abducted last night, her body was found shot near the suburb of where she lives." Everything's feeling claustrophobic around me and I keep on gawking him in astonished dread.

She was one hell of the great dancers, the only ballerina of our theatre. She didn't not deserved this; fuck it nobody does. I refuse to believe.

Fuck this government. Fuck this stupid world.

Gripping my hair from roots I looked him straight in the eyes, "Tell me if her family needs any help." Then the realization dawned upon me like a heavy dust she never had a family. This theatre, her skills were her only family.

"Harry my boy listen I know you'll take it as a hard toll but believe me we can't do anything for what has happened, go home have a rest you've a performance in the coming month." I was taken aback when he hugged me assuring me like a father would do, not utterly sure how to respond to interactions like these I raised my hands several times only to let them fall back.

Memories of her on tips dancing beautifully on the stage displaying infront of me as I stored my violin into case putting it aside.

We weren't close. But the few times we had exchange of words in the middle of lunch breaks and her full concentration on my foolish jokes was worth than any friendships I ever had; which I unfortunately never had.

Without even noticing the whispers let out of my chest, "I'll miss ya." Never thought you could yearn to have a single glimpse of people last time even though they were barely in your life.

I didn't changed into comfortable clothes letting the flashy suit stick to my skin, so the weigh of it will keep on making me realize that the world has no place for us.

A sacrifice for living praise.

The alley outside's pitch dark with the sun roguishly trying to dawn from the horizon.

Azi Theatre's situated at the most lifeless spot in the city possible, you've to walk through several hidden allies to reach there.

While, walking past the streets and avoiding to ruin my trousers by splashing my boots into puddle my brain havoced with unnecessary thoughts.

Thousand of faces with erastz beauty passing in mili seconds on these vast fulgurant billboards their mocks appearing like arrows to my already wounded guts; though it's all in my head it's still crawling under my skin.

A peek of cognisance from the day she made me ate her red velvet muffins dizzied around in my mind painting sorrow over me.

Even though I protested with my nonsical excuses she won ending up handing me one of her perfectly shaped muffin on my palm with a huge grin.

Just like that alot of people's smiles in my life petered out in the lost pocket of my mind.

In the littlest remembrance of her I made route to the small bakery situated two blocks away from the building I live in. The city's sleeping the only thing's shop's boards blinking and hazy bakeries showing through the thick fog.

It's open twenty four hours seven. The sky tweeked with ribbons of brume and the digital clock showed 5:00 sharp in the early dawn the large glass windows fogy from weather. The counter lady's wrapped into a comfy blanket trying not to fall asleep.

The bell chimed startling the cute old lady when I stepped inside passing by the wooden counter, "uhh..hi sorry to disturb. I'll look in myself." She nodded slumping back into her seat soon about to knock off.

Strolling in between the squeezy aisles my eyes roamed over empty refrigerators ceasing to the one at the far corner.

There in the transparent domed box are four cherry-red muffins attracting every dull view of bakery towards themselves. They're perfectly shaped and snow-flaked into red coconut shudders but failed to water my mouth.

I've no appetite to eat them. Her's used to be baked into undescribeable funny shapes but atleast I had a company while chomping them in one bite.

A reel of same memory binging and before it could permanently imprint in my brain I cleared my throat raising my pointy finger as a habit, "I'll have these!"

We said in a unison. Hold on. We? Am I that exhausted that I've started to hallucinate.

My head snapshoting towards the person from whom the feminine voice billowed in the dense warm air.

Resplendent. Florid and kaleidoscopic were the first words that striked my confused mind when my vision raked from the faux suede ankle boots richer in pigment than the red velvet muffins resting inside the refrigerator; then straight towards to meet their eyes.

Her gaze projecting warmth in this wimtertide and out of curiosity I met her eyes to recognize their colour.

Golden syrup. They're like the glassed honey pool that has squeezed the bee in the syrup lake as if it's greed for honey became it's trap, hazel speckles caged inside the rim of irises flickering with her slightest of eye movement.

We both keeps on looking at eachother the morning peace surrounding us too unsure how to break the spell.

She's wearing a cerise peach long trench wool coat a sweet rose enamel pin attached to where her heart is. Her nose and ears pink from the cold outside, but her lips plump from under the translucent violaceous bubble gum coloured gloss.

Burnette tresses of hair loose till her covered shoulders, the peach tealed beanie intact on her head.

The women standing infront of me is in abstract contrast to the pastels of the bakery and the luster of gray buildings out of these bakery walls.

The pastelish hues still prominent in her and crimson peaked up my neck at the fact that she caught me intriguing her by my peer.

Boldly her eyes remained fixated at my suit that's very exotic for strolling into a bakery. She might think so I'm a bellend idiot.

The cashier lady came to us yawning placing her hands on her hips done with two strangers just looking at eachother but she doesn't know that both of them are inquisitive of what the other is wearing this early where anybody's barely awake.

"We've the only box, decide it quick kiddos that who'll get it." The lady yawned for fiftieth time taking the box of muffins out of refrigerator.

"I came here first and I was the first one to ask." I frowned for an obvious reason and the lady was about to give me the box when a honeyed voice again melted in my ears.

Now I really wanna hear her talk for a long time, "but I pointed at it first!" She whines softly jutting her lower lip.

"But vocalisation matters the most." I quipped arching my brow at her and she glared me but her beatific personality radiating naturally from her is breaking the bitter demeanour she's trying to pull towards me.

"Kay. We can leave it upto the rock, paper and siscorss." She smirks mishveously raising her brows several times in a challenge.

Her tongue poking out from her glossy lips with her one leg straight and other bended perpendicular she placed her on foot over another balancing with only one leg like a flamingo.

The cute small lady groaned, "are you really gonna do this?" Our eyes widening and chuckles spiraling when we once again we said 'yep.' In unison.

She was ready to launch her hand in a paper and mine was stone so I quickly interrupted looking down at her legs, "why are you standin' like a swan?" Her eyes slitting into a squint and lips shrinking into a pout.

Tilting her chin towards me and standing in the same position as before just the difference now's that her hands are on her hips to convey the offend.

She ruched her lower lip inside her mouth to stop from giving a smile, so she's a buoyant person...

"Because maybe I am?" And she doesn't have simple answers to straight questions. Our fists still raised into air and the cashier lady hissed this time ready to throw hands.

"You kids are worse than my grandchildren!" She gasped comically at the words of short lady.

"That's very mean of you..." I'm clearly surprised that she isn't one bit influenced by lady's sharpness instead she's further engaging in a conversation that will result in the loss of time for all of us. "...and your daughter wouldn't be very happy to know."

"Kay. Back to where we left." She quickly turned her head towards me her complete concentration struck over me making my stomach go fluttery and funny.

"Uhm..yes- rock, paper, siscorss!" I never thought I'd play a game with some stranger who's looking so cozy and comfy in the early dew, for some muffins in the middle of empty bakery when I scarcely interact with people.

"Yes! I won." I punched the air when my siscorss cut her paper and her jaw went slack for a moment.

What the fuck you're doing Styles!?

Out of shyness and awkwardness I abruptly combed back my curls rubbing my hand down the nape of my neck not meeting her eyes.

The lady handed me the box with a boring expression while Hers stayed ticked to it, "anyway I don't even like red-velvet muffins." Yeah. Grapes are sour when fox can't get it.

She was about to walk away near to step out of shop. I want to call her but don't know her name; so out of sheer rampage I blurted out the only word that the department of my brain could manage at the time.

"Swan!" She halted in her tracks torso turning and with her chin atop of her shoulder she looked back at me smiling coyly.

"Yes. Sparkly?" She's probably calling me that because of my glittery black suit and I'm sure my ribcages did something at the name. Getting made fun of doesn't sound very good; but it is at the time.

Today's an odd day.

"Um..we can share if you want to?" Her grin etching to the corner of her lips and she jumped excitedly clasping her hands together,"Really!?"

A timid smile crawling over my features watching her get delighted at the littlest of fact. "Yes. There are two pair of muffins we both can have one pair if you like to?" I told her and she bobs her head while going towards the cash counter, patting the counter with a huge grin indicating me to put the box down.

"Your total's $8.25." We both payed half of the total price and I shoved my hands into my trouser's pockets scrutinizing my surrounding while the annoyed cashier lady packed two muffins separately for one of us.

And she rummaged through her wallet which has alot of ebullient key-chains hanging from it, who's this girl?

Why I've never seen her here before? and I've never seen a person this cheerful in the crowd of prosaic people of city.

The lady handed us our respective delights with a roll of eyes and I was the first one to take mine and quickly sprinted out of there, because I didn't know what else to do.

A whiff of pungent vanilla, mulberry pomegranate sprouting with cocoa made it's way in my nostrils when I passed beside her. Her fragrance's divergent.

You know a scent that addictively clouds your senses but it's so rare you never get to smell it again; but if out of nowhere you get to it brings back nostalgia for no reason, she smelled like that.

When I glanced back the two women were still watching my weirdness in amusement through the glass windows of bakery.

It appeared like her rose enamel pin winked at me from far.

Mick was tangled up into cassette tapes when I stepped inside my flat, the tiny bugger he is jumped atop me straddling me to the floor.

"You're lookin' like a disco ball. No need to be so proud." Instead he gave a long slicky lick to my cheek woofing at me.

He's being too cheeky but it wouldn't last long when I'll take him for a checkup. He fucking envy his doc. I'm already sensing sympathy seeking whining from him, happens every year.

Shaking my head I grunted skiding from underneath him but he's fast and climbed up in my lap while I struggled to open the box.

The minute red hilly muffins were infront of me it reminded me of honey the ooze of golden, treacle eyes. Her eyes.

Shit. It's getting hard to get rid of her delicate image that's playing like an aesthetic reel in the back of my mind.

I was jerked into reality when Mick lurched greedily eating the delcious muffin from my hand in one bite, leaving his slickness at the tip of my fingers. Before he could attack my muffin too I quickly grabbed it.

"Mick you wouldn't believe what happened today!?" I spoke in an animated voice scratching his sweet spot under his ear my mouth full of red coconut and he looked up at me with his sick puppy eyes.

"We wouldn't have been able to eat these if I wouldn't have won from...." I stuttered pondering over the fact that the nameless peachy coat girl's too stubborn and wouldn't leave my fuzzy thoughts alone, "...from swan."

Mick just barked at me going to his sleeping pillow and I practically rubbed my eyes with the heels of my palms to bring myself to some consciousness from that bloody bakery fantasy.

When the proper morning hit I made myself breakfast and the longer I stared it the more it impeded my appetite.

With one hand offering Mick treats to deceive him into the idea that I'll take him to the park for a walk which instead will end up in a clinic's room and other hand diligent in searching word puzzles over the newspaper my jaw worked to chew the sandwich.

Throwing a sweater over my head and slipping into white washed jeans quickly I got ready to take Mick with me.

I had to scoop Mick up in my arms when he sprawled onto footpath of veterinary clinic the second he realized what was about to happen.

The kid leaning against the wall giggled loudly watching me practically drag my dog across the floor because he's too socially akward, fucking wow.

The waiting area's already full of pupils alongside their pets, someone stood up from the last bench and taking the advantage of opportunity I strided towards it sitting at it's edge.

Fifteen minutes passed since I've been caressing and comforting my scared bud, tucking his crown under my chin to make him at rest.

There's loud raucous noise when the elevator doors to the floor we're at opened wide gaining everyone's attention and when the person in tizzy strided inside the corridor I had to look at her twice.

What the fuck she's doing here? She never owned a pet and the one for whom she'll get this worried about.

Lyida's exactly same, her eyes bright as always and she has become more striking from when she was with me.

But she's not mine now, she never was.

She lurched over the receptionist with the box in her hand and distress of having to meet her eyes creeped inside me. The girl beside me threw daggers at me when I stood up hastily causing the whole bench to shake. I apologised for the disturbance.

My hands fumbled with the knob of nearest door right beside me and I had to shush Mick sternly when he kept on whining.

Heavy puff of breaths escaping my lungs when I stumbled inside some empty doctor's room shutting the door behind me, back meeting against the wooden plank of door, cold sweat breaking under the nape of my neck and I blinked several times taking in my surrounding.

I'm a weak son of a bitch.

It's fuckin' gruelling to be in her presence. It's hellish to meet her sympathetic gaze for me and I'm a bastard who's pathetic as hell.

I have to be away, I've to go right now. Trotting towards the large window panes I uncliped them stepping outside the shared balcony of room.

There's a drain pipe so I can climb it down to the ground and get the hell away from here.

Maybe, Mick was right it was a bad day and idea to come here.

Adjusting Mick inside my armpit I threw my one leg over the rail and then the second, my breath wavering as I gripped the rail tighter taking baby steps towards the plastic pipe.

The smack of air stinging my eyes while the cars are being parked infront of me at the parking lot.

A delucet voice clamoured from inside startling me to death and Mick barked lowly in reaction, "Whoops! Sorry to interrupt your suicidal mission." I turned my head steadily to see who's it even though I can comprehend the sherbet similarity.

Her voice has melted like a hot maroon stamp into my ears since the dawn hour and with the corner of my eyes I watched her leaning against the stretcher.

"But let me tell you Sparkly this height would cause you nothing but two broken ribs, one fractured thigh and you might loose your brain memory. No more than that." I gawked her appalled while she remained peacific arms folded infront of her chest, into different cardinal clothes now.

Again a replete splitness to what every other person's wearing outside.

Even though my intentions are nothing like that but saying this to someone who's about to take their life doesn't seem very pleasing.

I was about to speak something into my defence that she misinterpreted things but she cut me off popping her chewing gum and capturing the ropes of sticked bubble around her lips with her teeth.

Fuck.

A/n; Please lovies. Reblog it and gimme feedback alot of kisses!

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walviemort · 4 years

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hidden blessing (1/?)

Summary: Killian thought the only thing he was left with after Milah's death was a broken heart and a thirst for vengeance. It's not until he gets to Storybrooke, after so many years spent in stasis, that he discovers something else: he's carrying her child. How does this new, tiny blessing change his path? (Canon-divergent from 2x12.)

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A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, @sherlockianwhovian!!!! Here it is: that random idea I sent to you a few months ago and we had a crazy conversation about. I’ve been picking at it here and there ever since and today seemed like a good day to start posting. I hope you have a beautiful day, darling, even with all the craziness in the world! (General note: this will mostly follow canon, but may jump around a bit. And will be updated whenever I get to it, lol.)

With the heaviest of hearts, Killian watched as the body of his darling lover—and part of his soul—dropped to the depths of the sea. A significant part of him wanted to join her, but he knew that’d be a disservice to her memory.

So instead, he led his crew to Neverland to bide their time until he could find a way to destroy his crocodile. Aside from a handful of ventures into the Enchanted Forest and other realms, they spent close to a century in the ageless realm.

When they finally left Neverland for good, it was only a couple of weeks until he was again put in stasis by the Dark Curse. Once time unfroze, he got anxious as the months ticked by and they couldn’t leave, but Cora assured him—“Time still hasn’t started to move here, not really; we’re just not frozen in place. You’ll still have your pretty face once the curse breaks.”

And when it did, everything seemed to run faster. Was it really only a matter of days from the time the curse broke, to meeting Swan, to their adventure (and her subsequent betrayal) on the beanstalk, to fighting at Lake Nostos, to landing in Storybrooke? No wonder he was nauseous once they’d docked in the sleepy town.

He figured a night of rest would send that away, but it lingered in the following days, even while enacting Cora’s plan and finally, finally starting to seek his revenge. Though the rounds of abuse suffered at the hands of the Dark One and his librarian lover certainly didn’t help.

He got the last laugh, though, with his pistol. Watching the Crocodile’s panic at the realization his love didn’t know him filled him with glee—even if he was in pain a minute later after being thrown by the heavy metal coach.

So it wasn’t much surprise when, hours later as he woke in the infirmary, everything hurt, including his stomach.

“Good morning, Hook,” a man said a bit later. “I’m the doctor looking after you; name’s Whale. You took quite a hit there.”

The blonde man looked as haggard as he felt; Killian recognized a hangover when he saw one. But he only eyed the man warily and let him continue.

“Nothing too serious happened, and you’re lucky. Ribs heal, but we’ll have to be careful not to do anything to hurt the baby.”

Killian blinked. Baby? What? He wasn’t expecting. “Beg your pardon, mate?” he asked, voice a bit rough with disuse. “What baby?”

Whale seemed surprised. “Your baby; the one you’re pregnant with right now. You didn’t know?”

Cold fear washed over Killian; he couldn’t be, could he? “Is this some kind of joke?” he bit out angrily.

“It’s not; we checked your blood before giving you any pain medication. You know you’re capable of carrying children, right?”

“Aye,” he confirmed; all men in his family had a womb, so he knew it was possible. “But I haven’t lain with anyone in at least a century.” Not since his last night with Milah—though, as he recalled vividly, the situation was right for him to conceive.

The doctor thought about it for a moment, then asked, “If it’s been that long, then how are you still here as a healthy young man?”

“I’ve been in Neverland; time doesn’t move there,” he explained. “As well as a handful of other situations that left me in stasis.”

“Well, that’s it, then,” the doctor said. “If your body wasn’t aging, neither was the fetus. But now that you’re here, that kid is finally getting the chance to grow.”

The man continued to drone on about the biology behind everything, but the only thing Killian could focus on anymore was the fact that he was pregnant—with Milah’s child. A child she’d never know. Yet another thing the Crocodile had taken from them.

Anger threatened to wash over him again, but then a quick wave of nausea brought him back down and found him instead staring at his midsection. He tried to place his hand on it, but found it was cuffed to the side of the bed. So instead, he put his bare stump over it, a rush of paternal feelings rising within.

He wasn’t sure how his blood had confirmed it, but once he’d heard the words, something just clicked and he knew it to be true. He was going to be a father. And suddenly, he didn’t want anything else.

“Hook, did you hear any of that?”

Killian blinked and looked back up at the doctor. “Afraid not.”

Whale sighed. “Okay, I’ll say the important parts again: we want to do an exam to make sure everything is okay with your baby, given the number of hits you’ve taken over the last few days. Does that sound alright?”

“I suppose so, yes.” If anything, he was curious about this realm’s medicine and how it worked. But if it enabled him to ensure the well being of his child, then he’d do it without hesitation; he’d likely done enough to risk their health.

“Alright; I’m headed into surgery, but someone from the OB-GYN will be around later. Rest up until then.”

He didn’t know what those letters meant, but nodded his assent and the doctor left. Which meant he was alone—but not really, apparently.

He glanced back down at his still-flat stomach. At first, he was filled with shame at not knowing that new life was growing within him; goodness, the things he’d done in the past decades. Hell, the past month. He’d have to curb that immediately, assuming he hadn’t done any damage already.

Gods, he couldn’t live with himself if he had. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered. Though he was sure the babe couldn’t hear him, it helped to say it out loud. “If I had known, I would have been so much more careful. But from now on, I promise to do whatever I can to keep you safe. Always.”

His mind grew fuzzy not long after and he drifted off; it was no surprise that he dreamed of holding a small child in his arms. They had bright blue eyes and curly hair that seemed to change color on a whim, from black to red to blonde. They were darling and precious and he couldn’t wait to meet them.

Until something pulled him from his dreams, and he was suddenly aware of another presence in the room. He blinked, winced at the various maladies all over his body, and was finally able to focus; Emma was sitting on the edge of his bed.

Emma; he’d forgotten about her for a bit there. (Understandably.) She looked pissed, which didn’t surprise him, but just as fierce as ever. Something stirred somewhere else—thankfully not his stomach, for once—and the attraction to her that he didn’t fully understand came back. He was torn between wanting to bed her and fight her. (Maybe both?)

She set the tone immediately, though. “Where's Cora?” she asked sternly.

He tried to sit up, preferring to have a confrontation at the same eye level, but first the cuff stopped him, and then his sore ribs did. “Damn, that hurts,” he hissed.

Emma stood and hovered over him. “Told you. You cracked a few ribs. Where's Cora?”

She was all business, but she was no match for his well-honed deflection skills—or flirtatious front. “You look good, I must say, all "Where's Cora?" in a commanding voice. Chills,” he added salaciously. It was fun to get a rise from her.

She just raised her eyebrow, unamused. “You have all sorts of sore places I can make you hurt.” without warning, she lunged forward, aiming for his ribs; instinctively, he brought up his left arm to protect both them and his baby. She didn’t connect, but clearly wasn’t afraid of using physical torture methods; in that instant, he knew—he wasn’t about to tell her, or anyone else, about the baby just yet; not if they could use it against him.

She pulled back and he relaxed, but the ache was renewed. Sighing, he told her, “I've no idea where Cora is. She has her own agenda.” And it was true; he hadn’t seen the witch since she placed the cloaking spell on his ship. “Let's talk about something I am interested in: my hook.” He felt slightly naked without his prosthesis. “May I have it back? Or is there another...attachment you'd prefer,” he tossed back, eyes glancing down his body. If he couldn’t physically defend himself, he could at least annoy her until she left. (Though he wouldn’t complain if she took him up on the offer.)

Emma rolled her eyes, of course. “You're awfully chipper for a guy who just failed to kill his enemy, then got hit by a car.”

“Well, my ribs may be broken, but everything else is still intact, which is more than can be said for all the other bad days I've had,” he said, gesturing with his stump. “Plus I did some quality damage to my foe.”

“You hurt Belle.”

“I hurt his heart. Belle is just where he keeps it. He killed my love. I know the feeling.” Even further reason to keep his child far away from anyone who could hurt them.

Emma gave him a wry, insincere grin, and bent over him to come closer. “Keep smiling, buddy. He's on his feet, immortal, has magic, and you hurt his girl. If I had to pick dead guy of the year, I'd pick you.” And without another word, she turned and left.

He sighed and gently placed his stump back over his stomach; he hadn’t wanted to do that in front of Emma, lest it give her any ideas—male pregnancy was rare, but not unheard of, and he didn’t know how much she knew of the magical realms yet. But the encounter proved one thing: the number of people he could trust in this town was small, possibly nonexistent.

And only reinforced that his child wouldn’t truly be safe until Rumplestiltskin was out of the picture completely.

Gods, he’d only known about the babe for a matter of hours and already had recentered his life around him or her. It wasn’t the first time he’d done that, of course, but still—it took him by surprise.

He dozed off again for an unknown period of time until a soft knocking woke him. “Oh, sorry; didn’t know you were asleep,” a timid-looking man said. He had white hair and glasses and was of short stature, looking altogether unthreatening—but the machinery he pushed on a small cart was completely foreign to Killian. “I’m Doc, the obstetrician.”

“The what?” was all Killian could say.

“I’m here to check on the baby.”

“Oh!” Killian exclaimed, and tried again to sit up, only to fail again.

“Here; let me.” The doctor rushed to the side of Killian’s bed and pressed something, making the top half of the bed lift as if by magic.

“How did you do that?” Killian asked, trying to peer over the rail without causing further injury.

“It’s all mechanical; I can show you later. But first: can you tell me when you think you conceived?”

“Um, about 130 years ago, if my arithmetic is correct.”

The doctor dropped his pen as soon as he’d picked it up. “Beg your pardon?”

Killian explained again his history with Neverland, and Doc was well aware of the magical happenings since then, having been equally cursed. Killian also told him what he knew about his ability to carry children, though it wasn’t much, seeing as his father refused to and his brother never got the chance. “All I know is the woman has to be on top,” he summarized.

“Got it,” Doc answered, though clearly embarrassed a bit. “Well, given that this is as new to me as it is to you, I’m going to have to do some poking around in some...personal places. Is that alright?”

“Don’t have much choice, do I?”

“No, sorry; but I’ll be gentle.”

The doctor was true to his word, carefully examining Killian’s stomach and private areas and proclaiming that everything appeared to look good.

But then he picked up a wand-like device that appeared to be attached to the machine he’d brought with him, and started fiddling with the contraption. “What’s that?” Killian had to ask.

The doctor was blushing; this couldn’t be good. “Well, uh,” he stammered, clearly not sure how to explain it; Killian subconsciously wrapped his arm around his stomach a bit tighter. “It’s a machine that lets us see inside the womb; there are a couple different kinds here, but this one is a little more...invasive.”

The fact that such a device existed was incredible to Killian, but he quickly put two and two together. “Does that...thing...go inside me?”

“I’m afraid it does.”

“Bloody hell. Is it necessary?”

“Given what you’ve gone through, and that we’re not really sure how far along you are, it is.”

Killian sighed dramatically, but he could tell it was important. “Go ahead.”

While he knew worse lay ahead, he sincerely hoped to not have to go through anything so awkward as that examination. “Just look at the screen,” Doc said, trying to keep him calm; but the space on the machine only showed nondescript black and gray blurs at first. The feeling of the device within him was not pleasant, either, but finally, Doc proclaimed “Ah! There it is! Hear that?”

The oddest noise filled the room from the machine; Killian had no description for it. “What is that?”

“That’s your baby’s heartbeat, and look—there it is on the screen.”

It didn’t look like much, but Killian had to admit—there was something vaguely humanoid about the blob-like images on the screen.

“That’s the head, and the spine, and there’s the legs.”

Killian had to tilt his head to make sense of it, but it started to take shape. “Does it not have arms?”

Doc chuckled. “It does; we just can’t see them right now. Based on that image, I’d put you at about 11 weeks along.”

“You can tell from that? And what does that even mean?” He’d never heard of measuring pregnancy like that; he knew it took a certain number of months, but most people just estimated. The fact that they could narrow it down so much was astonishing—and made him realize how little he knew about what was to come.

Thankfully, Doc explained everything as he removed the device and cleaned up, and they were able to estimate a due date; he also recommended coming in regularly for appointments to track the progress of the child’s growth, which Killian wasn’t sure would be necessary, but he agreed in order to placate the doctor.

The machine made some more weird noises and spat something out, which Doc took and handed to Killian. “Here; you can keep that.” It was the picture from the screen; goodness, this realm was proving to be a technological marvel. He wanted to take it but, again—handcuffs. “Oh, I’ll put it on the table then,” Doc said, and started to, but Killian couldn’t risk anyone seeing it.

“No, don’t—if you know where my coat ended up, can you put it in there? I...I don’t want anyone knowing just yet.”

“I understand,” Doc answered with a small smile. “It’s in the closet over here.”

As he put it away, Killian added, “I can trust your discretion, yes?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Thank you.”

Doc finished gathering his things and headed towards the door. “Oh, and Captain—one more thing.”

“Yes?”

“Congratulations.”

Killian tried, but couldn’t hide his smile. “Thank you.”

He was going to be a father—a father to a child that was, by some miracle, the product of he and the woman he’d loved above all else. He didn’t consider himself a lucky man, but thanked the gods that they’d seen fit to bless him just this once.

And he fell asleep once more, knowing that—for the first time in so many years—he had something worth living for other than his revenge.

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ballet-symphonie · 2 years

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What is, in your experience, the hardest corps the ballet choreography ? And what is your fondest memory of a corps performance?

Same for soloist stuff. What has been the hardest choreography to conquer so far?

Swan Lake corps de ballet is so tiring, it just kills your quads. All those lunges are brutal and there are also far too many pas de chats. However what really kills you is all the standing, especially when you have to hold your arms above your head. You're on stage for a solid 30 mins (although it feels far longer) and the white adagio seems to be endless. I remember counting down the 8counts until I could change my pose. Ugh. Awful.

Perhaps my most memorable memory would have to be the first time I got to dance with my theater's corps de ballet. While it was an awesome experience to dance in the company, I remember the first rehearsal more than the actual performances. I was in my graduate year and the company was dancing Balanchine's Symphony in C as part of a triple bill. They needed some extra dancers to fill in the corps; the artistic director selected me and 2 of my classmates. It was our first time dancing Balanchine and we specifically asked our teacher if we needed to prepare anything before we went to rehearsal. She said, "no, they are just setting it now so you don't need to learn from the video." Then we showed up the next day and found that the whole ballet had already been set! The Director quickly ushered us into our spots, we started here, where all the principals come back on. The corps starts right away with a quick tendu combination (that we absolutely did NOT know). Unfortunately, the three of us were put at the back of the stage, not in the line so our mistakes were VERY obvious. I remember one of the other dancers hissing the combination to us, "croisé, now écarte close back, close front, croisé again, change legs" but it was no use. We were SO lost! We felt the director's eyes on us, glaring but he didn't say a word to us for the whole rehearsal. I think the three of us left the studio at 1 am that night, we learned the entire ballet ourselves off of a tiny phone screen. Not knowing what movement we were supposed to learn, we learned all 4 of them, terrified of embarrassing ourselves again. We showed up to our classical lesson the next day dead exhausted and kind of slopped through the barre. Going to center, our teacher dismissed the pianist. She walked to the cd player, turned up the volume, and told us to prepare for tendus. Suddenly, the Symphony in C overture blasted in the studio and like robots, the three of us started doing the choreography. And we did the entire ballet, just like that. When we finally made it to the end about 30 mins later, we nearly dropped dead to the floor. "At least they know it now" my teacher said to the director who had poked his head into the studio at some point. Never again have I been more mortified and never again have I shown up to a rehearsal so unprepared.

For the soloist stuff, Gamzatti was by far the most daunting role I've ever done. I had done her wedding variation frequently in school for various performances and was confident in that but I had never even tried the Temple Destruction variation. And I had no clue about the mime scenes or the terrifying grand pas de deux. I had only danced one pas de deux as a professional at that point (and it was with my classmate who I had danced with for 3-4 years). Imagine my shock when I got a call at 8 am telling me that I needed to replace someone. I would be debuting Gamzatti that night with one of the principals who I had never even SPOKEN to, much less danced with. I nearly died but he was incredibly understanding and helpful and somehow I got all the choreography into my brain. While it was probably the most stressful 12 hrs of my life and certainly wasn't a perfect performance, it was a really big moment for me. I got promoted after the show and I was overwhelmed with a surge of happiness that was stronger than I've ever felt before.

I found out afterward that the director had decided to give me an opportunity at the role because one of the ballet mistresses had seen me practicing the variation for auditions. You never know who's watching!

#ballet #my ballet life #ballet ask #personal #me

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Pass the happy!🌻🌿 When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications!

Well nowadays... And pretty much always I sustain the mood with too much of little stuff i guess

1.These few days I've been seeing these diverse Jim Kirks' and boi, I feel so happy. It's kinda one of those things that you know you want to some degree but don't quite dare to ask for nor do yourself, and to see them it's just such a fucking joy and a comfort it's absolutely lovely and it gives me hope and makes me want to join in, to be brave in this and create representation, not only to ask for it.

2.Don Giovanni Opera (Jérémie Rhorer's adaptation, 2018)

Mozart and Da Ponte were bubbly guys with talent for such entertaining kinda deep stories (for their time, they leaned towards progress i believe) and with Rhorer's vision and this very specific cast I swoon. I cannot really explain it but it makes me fall in love with everything.

I liked opera before seeing this. But this particular version of the play, I never thought it possible to handle opera with such a theatrical approach in regards of movement and how the singers can be so deeply involved with the settings that come and go. This Don Giovanni is just so so alive, and it makes me crave to get to that level. That story, with this approach is alive, irrevocably and palpably alive.

God how I love everyone's interpretation, to imagine all the work they went through to be able to pull all of it off- bc it's no easy task at all to do everything they do and keep singing like that! I mean, they change clothes more often than I can notice, move the settings of the scene, they run, dance for real and play, they just move so much- Aaa it blows me away.

And the singers are such incredible actors!! in opera I can't always grasp the organic flow of the performance with the one of the story, it sometimes lacks fluidity to me. But this cast. Jfc everyone just felt so attuned to their partners in scene, it's just so incredible to witness that level of chemistry in a performance, every character is so alive! It makes my heart bubble with butterflies aaaa

I have an undeniable crush with everyone, tbh

3.Matthew Bourne's Swan Lake (1996) and Tchaikovsky

This performance has been my sweetheart for 5 years now. And the feeling runs deeper than with Don Giovanni tho it's pretty similar...

This was the first play I watched with an indescribable level of chemistry between the performers. It also opened my eyes to new dynamics in regards of the ways to interpret classical music. Not only were there more options, but this realization had to come in the form of the story I've always felt most connected with, by the composer I love the most. Tchaikovsky is my weakness and so is Swan Lake, idk why but it's just one of those things you know,,,

To watch this performance was (and still is) a fucking rollercoaster. To mention that Scott Ambler and Adam Cooper were top tier in the interpretation of their characters goes beyond understatement. This play was done more than 20 years ago and their chemistry in scene still hits me like I'm sure it would have so long ago. It's amazing.

The story is- it has so many layers, yet is impossible to me to miss one. The narration is so amazing, it's so clear it's ridiculous! And it's psychological and somehow it's simple and the emotional charge is such- it's unbelievable!

The performers were so compromised with the story, everyone was amazing in their roles, they projected exactly what the situation in the story demanded! I always end up speechless with this story

I'm also always pretty happy to know someone had the imagination to interpret Tchaikovsky's music this way, bc that man was beyond talented and he deserves this performance and so much more

4. Nbc Hannibal

Pls don't judge me xd

Hannibal is endless fun to me. To see this dramatique man trying in a very fucked up way to woo this other guy, it cracks me up. I'm sure none of the things that happened were that necessary and yet Hannibal just had to do it the way he did. Also Will and Hannibal are just so so petty, it's ridiculous.

I'm not really a person who likes to see horror, I'm very impressionable... But my sis told me I may like the acting and so I tried to watch it. And my approach to the horror part was to appreciate the art department for making such astonishing gore works, their imagination and sense of aesthetics are something I would undoubtedly aspire to cultivate

It amazes me how Hannibal is so so dramatic (I can't stress this enough) and everyone is willing to play along that level, srsly.

Mads Mikkelsen and Hugh Dancy are astonishing in their performances, the bloopers only make me think of the wonders of acting. How no one is really dying, or having a mortal and painful wound, or having a stroke, or being drugged, nor having an attack- it's actor's play! Ah, it's so so cool to suddenly remember that

In Hannibal everyone has a character development that's hard to miss, and it has quality. The story marks these characters and shapes them accordingly, and I really appreciate that.

I love the fancy, complicated way they talk. It's not natural, it's not necessary and yet.

Also I'm a sucker for subtext, and this show couldn't hit me more with it. I love this show it's my favorite, i swear. Every time I watch it I find something more to try and decipher and interpret. I appreciate that as you have no idea.

5.My best friend

Ah, she's not a thing but she's everything. I love her deeply; by now you may have noticed how much can I obsess over stuff. But she's so patient and she doesn't mind me talking about it all month long. She even says she enjoys it. It comforts me to be able to be this way around an actual person. And she accepts it, she willingly comes and spends time with me like this and I couldn't be more grateful.

She makes me go out, and walk in the sun ugh. She talks to me about philosophy and metaphysics and state laws and I try to learn and she always debates with me and it all makes me want to keep on growing. We accompany each other. I cook for her all the time when I'm around, and she stays overnight watching whtvr I'm obsessed with atm. We root for each other, she's very smart and talented and she believes in me

I think she's the first person with which I can be totally comfortable and I cherish her so so much ;A;

Shout out to

Star Trek tos bc it's so much fun and so positive to me. But I haven't finished bc I'm too attached to it to get to the end.

Dancing. Bc it makes me feel alive. I want to dance all the time. I'm close to being Billy Elliot in the need. But my context says to me that I relate more to Ulises from Ya No Estoy Aquí bc cumbias are simply what life is about.

Making drama. Not the real kind. Just the funny kind. I need stimulation and if I can't have it I will create it. At least it makes my best friend laugh

#response #thanks for the ask! i really needed to think of these things that make me feel happy #don giovanni #swan lake #hannibal nbc #nbc hannibal #star trek aos #star trek #star trek tos #star trek au #mozart #Tchaikovsky #theatre #happy tag

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