#i love when they dip this hard into 80s aesthetic

[paisley-print]

Near The Water’s Edge:  Chapter One

After fleeing your abusive husband, you find yourself in the small coastal town of July, North Carolina. Soon you meet Frankie Morales, Air Force Veteran and single dad. As the two of you grow closer, you begin to let go of your past and learn to love again. That is until a strange man shows up in town, and you 're forced to choose between your safety or the safety of the people that you love.

Inspired by the novel “Safe Haven” written by Nicolas Sparks. 

Frankie Morales x Female Reader 

Rating: 18+ / Heavy adult themes eventual smut.

Trigger Warnings: Domestic Abuse, Drowning, Dark Water. 

Word Count: 1744

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Chapter One 

Aggressively American, that was the only fitting description of the place you found yourself in. July was a coastal town located in the southern part of North Carolina. It was pronounced like ‘Julie’ but nobody ever called it that. It had been the farthest place your two hundred dollars in cash could take you; and as the greyhound pulled away, you wondered if you should have chosen Nebraska instead. 

It wasn’t that the town was dirty, quite the opposite actually...it just felt manufactured. Too perfect to be real. The streets were named things like Liberty and Independence. The shop fronts were brick and all along the main street there were American flags and flower pots holding red, white and blue geraniums.

The name Norman Rockwell came to mind. 

As you walked along the main street, you surveyed the many shopfronts. To a passerby it seemed as though you were looking to buy something - in your mind, however, your thoughts were racing.

‘I made a mistake, I know I did.’ You analyzed the last few hours, replaying the memories over and over again as if on VHS; scrutinizing every last detail. ‘He would track me down, find me - by morning. Should I go back? No- it was too late for that.’

It was still early in the afternoon, but finding a place to sleep tonight was paramount. The trip had taken eleven hours straight through. Only ever stopping to change buses and refuel - you were exhausted and your muscles ached. 

‘Food,’ you thought ‘I should eat…’ 

But did you have enough? Depending on how much a motel cost around here, you figured you would only have enough to cover a room for one night. So food would have to wait. 

As you rounded a corner, you were met with the sight of the bay. It wasn’t anything like the brown water in New Jersey, the water here was a deep green. The boats created little swells along the surface, and the sun’s glint off the peaks made it look like the water was filled with emeralds. 

On the left side of the street stood a marina and dockside restaurant. The smell of food made your stomach grumble. On the right side was a series of Victorian style houses, stone pillars and large porches dominated the structures. 

A sign in front of one had caught your attention: American Dreams B&B.

‘Jesus’ you thought ‘they’re really leaning into this whole aesthetic aren’t they?’

A bell on the front door chimed as you entered. The decor of the place looked dated; as if it hadn’t been touched since the 80s. Lots of wood tones and floral patterns. You didn’t mind it though…. it made you feel at home. 

An older woman was sitting at the front desk watching a soap opera on a little TV perched on the counter. She looked up and smiled as you approached. 

“Hello there. How can I help you today?”

“Do you have any rooms open?”

“Sure do, we have three vacancies right now.”

Relief washed over you, “what’s the nightly rate for the smallest?”

“That would be the pink room at $175 a night.”

More than you had anticipated…. “All take it, thank you.”

The woman turned to the computer. The monitor was old and heavy- it looked bigger than the TV. “Driver’s license?”

You hadn’t even thought of that… “I don’t have one, would a birth certificate work?” 

You cringed at the sound of it. Who carries around a birth certificate as identification? It was all you had, so you gave it to her, however you knew that the odd request made you stick out in the woman’s mind. Surely she would remember you if someone came asking…

The woman hesitated but took the certificate, reading it out loud “Summer Emma Sparks.”

You swallowed hard and shifted on your feet, feeling sick. The circumstances surrounding how you secured the certificate flooding your mind...

‘I needed it,’ you remind yourself.

The woman, whose name you found out to be Mae, handed you a key and sent you on your way. Now the plan would be to look for a job, something that worked off of tips. Having as much cash available to take with you at a moment’s notice was important. First, though, you would sleep. 

And as the tide lapped against the boat dock across the street, you slipped into the darkest, soundest slumber you had in years. You were safe for the time being. 

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There was something to be said about the little joys surrounding small town life. In New Jersey neighbors barely knew each other, and would even go so far as to avert their eyes or turn their backs when passing them on the street. Here though, people were kind. 

Too kind sometimes, always pressing you with questions...you couldn’t fault them for it though. If you were here under normal circumstances, you would have welcomed such friendly chatter. It almost pained you to be so dismissive, but you needed to be, for your safety and theirs. The less anybody knows about you, the better. 

You set down a tray of empty cups and looked at the clock on the wall, debating whether to take another table. Even though your shift technically didn’t end for another twenty minutes, most of the night servers were already here and the day had been long.

You managed to get a job at the restaurant next to the marina on your second day in town. The owner suggested you start the following weekend, but you persuaded him to let you train that day just so you could get the free meal that they provided with every shift. The tips weren’t enough to buy a hotel room though, and so you had to sleep on the beach that night.

Thankfully, the tips for the last few days had been good, allowing you to buy a week in the bed-and-breakfast. Most of the servers at the restaurant were teenagers who could only work the evenings, allowing you to take as many morning and afternoon shifts as you wanted. Sometimes there would be another server with you, but most days you were alone. You didn’t mind one bit, the dining room was small and easy for you to handle by yourself. 

You had your eye on a few rental properties on the far side of town. A mobile home community offering one bedroom complexes for dirt cheap prices. You were suspicious at first, but after taking a walk through the neighborhood you realized most of the people who lived there were snowbirds or weekend warriors. 

Those residents who did live their full time seemed like you, friendly people who had fallen on bad times. They weren’t the confederate flag wielding, dip spitting, rednecks you first thought they would be; and for that you were thankful. 

“Summer….. Summer.” 

You turned suddenly, remembering that was your name. “Yeah?”

Your boss was holding two containers of soup “do me a favor and put these in the fridge before you go?”

“Of course,” you said, allowing him to pass the containers off to you. 

The fridge was a separate unit out back; it looked like a little shed. From where you were, you could see a full view of the marina. It was set a little farther back than the restaurant. To the left, lines of boats bobbed up and down with the tide. There was a parking lot next to that, then at the very end was a house... or what you assumed was a house. 

Elevated about six feet on stilts and spanning two stories high. It wasn’t anything like the grand Victorians that stood opposite of it. It was unassuming, modern and clean. Your eyes fixed on movement off to the side. Below the house to the right, you noticed a little girl. She had to be no more than three years of age, reaching for something over the bulkhead. A feeling of dread clutched at your stomach. 

‘She’s going to fall’ you thought suddenly. 

Both containers of soup hit the ground and exploded - painting the side of the building. You didn’t even notice as you sprinted down the shelled driveway towards the house. The splash came as soon as you threw open the gate and without even a moment of hesitation; you jumped into the water. 

It was freezing, like little needles pricking your skin from all sides. The salt water stung your eyes like something wicked, but you forced yourself to keep them open. You scanned what was around you, murky green darkness and foliage that reached up from the sand like the tendrils of a kraken. Threatening to grab you and pull you down into its watery depths. 

Your eyes landed on a flash of pink below. With all of your strength you pushed yourself forward, hooking an arm around the girl and bringing you both to the surface. Just as you broke through the world above, you saw a man skid to a stop and reach for the girl in your arms. 

You gasped, and the little girl coughed and hiccuped... then started to cry. It was music to your ears; it meant that she was breathing. You held the girl up as far as possible; the man took her and moved away from the bulkhead. 

“Make sure she’s okay,” you choked, the water assaulting your senses. You tread for a moment longer before the man reappeared and offered you his hand. You took it and he pulled you from the water easily. 

Bracing yourself on the bulkhead you brought your weight over the rest of the way. The man immediately turned his attention back to the little girl, bringing her to his chest and clutching her as she wailed. 

You blinked, hands coming up to rub the salt from your eyes, the world coming back into focus. The man was older, wearing a navy blue baseball cap and a grey flannel. 

His brown eyes still held a spark of panic in them as he looked at you. “I don’t know how I could ever thank you enough….she was right there, then I turned around and….” He held onto her a little tighter and sighed, closing his eyes. The little girl was settling into a mess of sniffles and whimpers. “Don’t ever do that again, baby,” he breathed. 

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[burned-gucci]

(Your) Friendship Reaction: Friday Night With The Girls!

A fairly casual Friday night sleepover with your best friend(s)

Karina:

She had asked you to come over tonight to play games, eat, drink, sleep. Maybe some scary movies. However, the plan seemingly changed when showed up to her place and found her in the bathroom bleaching her hair with a box of burgundy hair dye on the sink in front of her.

Karina definitely isn't shy about dying her hair, she changes hair colors like one would change out a load of laundry. It feels like every time you see you she has a new hair color, so this really isn't new. It's also not new for her to switch plans last minute cause truth be told, she never knows what she wants to do until that moment hits and an idea springs into her mind.

As she continued bleeching her hair, you hoped up on the sink counter and watched her while you talked. She said you could use her nail polish, mess with her makeup, do whatever you wanted. Play whatever music you wanted. If you liked, she even offered to dye your hair as well since she has plenty. It was up to you!

You guys ended up talking about a number of things. Discussing the latest episode of your favorite tv series and guessing what would happen next using logic from what has happened thus far. She laughed at random jokes and lines you repeated from the show, knowing exactly what scene you were refering to as she commented back with the next line. Afterwards y'all talked music videos, celebrities you both like and dislike maybe. Filled each other in on the news (celebrity or politics). Once the bleach was in and her hair was held up in a plastic bag, she went to grab her keys so you could both go grab some food, she let you choose the place.

It was always kinda weird how shameless she is but at the same time, her confidence about it is inspiring and one of her best qualities. Anywho, hoping in her broken apart damaged black car that no-one knows how it's still running, Karina drove you guys to the restraunt and put in your order picking up the food and driving back JUST in time for her to wash out her hair.

You ate as she washed her hair and attempted to eat little bites of her food as she applied the hair coloring, not wanting to waste time in between. As you low-key called her gross and made jokes you still helped her eat while feeding her little bites of food, teasing her sometimes and making her chase the fork/spoon/iteam. Overall, the eating process was full of laughing and her threatening to dump the hair dye on you just for you to threaten dipping her food in the hair color changing soup in return.

As her hair dye had to sit in for 45 minutes, the two of you watched music videos and played kids monopoly, or jenga. As they're the only games she currently owns! Karina being the not-so-well-focused girl that she is, ended up losing for silly reasons. In jenga she lost because she didn't realise 2/3 of the blocks in the middle row had already been pulled out, since she was eyes glued on the video, and she ended up pulling the last block and knocking the whole tower over in the process. During monopoly she simply had bad luck of sitting in jail throughout half of the game, allowing you to buy the majority of the properties. The other half the game she was paying you and the bank causing her to go bankrupt with only one or two properties being owned by her.

After the game you end up helping her wash out and dry her hair upon her endless begging you to just for her in the end to decide she isn't sure how she feels about this color. After spending about 4 hours total on her hair, she kinda wishes it was still black but she decides to leave it anyways. Insisting she'll clean up the bathroom mess tomorrow (she won't) she pulls you back to the living room and puts on your favorite movie for you guys to watch in the backround while sharing random stories back and forth.

Ciara:

Ciara isn't entirely sure why she invited you over at night knowing well enough she isn't a night time person. She's usually asleep before 11pm. However, she's really missed hanging out with you lately and your presence alone gives her so much energy and makes her happy.

When you arrived, she was eating a bowl of cheerios and drinking some gatorade while scrolling through instagram looking at denim skirts. The first thing she said to you as you walked inside the house was 'what do you think of this?' As she held her phone up to show you a light blue denim knee length skirt with a yellow sunshine on the bottom right side. You gave your opinion on it as you sat across from her at the table. "You're welcome to the kitchen. I don't care what you eat as long as I don't have to make it." She pointed towards the kitchen as she continued to scroll. Almost dropping the phone in her bowl of milk, as you made your choice on what to do, Ciara ended up slapping the phone back at herself and hitting herself in the face with it. Laughing and half crying, she placed the phone on the table and held her nose. "Maybe I should put that down for now!" She stated fairly loudly before getting back to her food.

After eating and placing the dishes in the sink for her to wash later, Ciara headed to her room with you close behind. Forgetting she had washed her sheets earlier, Ciara had to now make her bed. She asked you for help putting the bottom sheet on, let you choose your own blanket from the closet, she made the rest of the bed half efforted. Wrinkles covered the sheets and the pillows were simply thrown at the top of the bed but she didn't care much since you guys were both going to be laying in it immediately anyways!

Crawling into bed to lay on the side closest to the window, Ciara situated herself before tapping the bed beside her for you to lay down. Knowing you well enough, she handed you a book you love/turned the tv onto your favorite channel and let you do your own things as she scrolled through instagram once again occasionally asking for your opinion on certain clothing iteams.

If you have any to share, she listened to you share your thoughts, about whatever was on your mind. She gave her advice and shared her honest opinions in return. If you just wanted to lay there and watch your show/read your book she was fine with that too. She just wanted to be with you and hang together. Not necessarily do something together, that's what tomorrow is for!

At some point, your unsure of when, she managed to fall asleep facing the wall using her arm as a pillow, her actual pillow tossed to the foot of the bed. She was curled up halfway in a ball half stretched out, taking up half the bed space. She looked peaceful, almost dead she was so still and quiet, but peaceful.

Monse:

She had everything planned out! Dinner: Taco Bar! She made different kinds of main fillings based on your tastes and hers. Included little things she knows you love and she set the table up in a very aesthetic and neat way. Drinks: at the store she made sure to buy a few of your favorite drinks as well as a case of water. She also made homemade punch using sherbet ice cream and 7up/Sprite. Outfits: She had your guys matching Marvel/DC robes ans pj sets pulled out and on her bed. Hers was a Nebula/Poison ivy (depending on which one you prefer) set while yours was Gamora/Harley Quinn (dending).

Once you got there, you guys would eat then change. As you ate, she asked all about your day, let you rant and get everything off your cheat if need be. She told you what you wanted to hear and what you needed to hear as you guys discissed several topics. After eating she let you use the bedroom/bathroom to get ready first while she cleaned up the mess before going to change her own clothes and get ready for bed.

Afterwards, she set up the table with posterboard, construction paper, assorted art supplies, ect because tonight you guys will be making your own board game! Whether it be a toally made up game based on shared thoughts between you two or a remake of an already owned and made game. EX.: Marvel/DC based monopoly. Twister using memes. Your own version of battle ship or LIFE. Whatever it may be!

As you both divided up the jobs of who does what parts and as you agreed upon one main idea for the game/gave ideas for the game, Monse played your guys 'Alien Dreamz' playlist AKA the music playlist you guys made last time you spent the night. The whole time y'all were making the game she kept making really bad puns. As she was measuring the cardboard she came up with 'whos the King of school supplies? The RULER!' Before laughing at her own joke. She asked: 'Whats a frogs favorite art supply? Ribbon-t, Ribbon-t' and actually sounding like a frog as she cut ribbon for decoration. The list is endless honestly.

While working on your guys project, between her bad jokes, she complimented you on random things that she genuinely adores about you. Like how pretty/handsom/cute you look when you're focused. Or how she loves the way your hands look as you use a pair of scissors. How soft your eyelashes look. How much she loves your laugh/singing voice. Ect. If you compliment her back, she'll blush and giggle feeling shy but so happy under the surface.

Eventually, she gets really tired and asks if your ready to go to bed saying y'all can finish the game in the morning. You end up laying on the bed she made on the floor out of twelve dozens blankets and pillows, stuffed animals and sheets. While you lay together you share a bowl of popcorn/snack of your choice while watching the Simpsons or any tv show you want if you don't like the Simpsons. She tries so hard to wait for you to fall asleep first so you won't feel lonely but she was so tired she ended up falling asleep a few minutes before you do.

Question of the Day:

Can you/do you stay up late or fall asleep at a decent/early hour?

My Answer:

Depends on the day! Some nights I'm asleep at 7pm some times I can stay up for 80+ hours. It just depends!

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[zydrateacademy]

First Impressions / Review - Cyberpunk 2077

I have some screenshots but they’re mostly photo mode and the occasional interface showing off my gear. So this review will be pic-less for now. I got Cyberpunk off of Stimulus money so as far as I’m concerned, the government paid for this game which does negate some of the problems I’d normally have for dropping 80$ or so on a preorder. Use that information how you will. First, I want to address some technical issues. In the sense that I don’t have very many. I have a 1050 GTX, an i5 processor, and 16GB of Ram. That’s about as complex as my knowledge goes on that. I’ve had a few glitches like Jackie ghosting through a closed door, some vans were clipped into the parking lot, and some NPC’s being stuck in furniture. A lot of ghosting around, really. The odd frame drop but nothing game breaking, and I haven’t had any crashes except one on startup, right after updating my drivers. Just the one in ~21 hours of gameplay. I play on High (but not ultra) settings. So all in all, not a bad experience. Everyone’s computer is a unique butterfly so while you will see a lot of yelling on various communities, some of us are trucking along several hour sessions at a time and not having a problem. Let’s do a quick dive into the story, and there may be some spoilers here but it’s mostly for Act 1, which is reachable just a couple hours depending on how quickly you want to unlock the whole city (as you’re locked to one region until you complete a major heist). 

You play as V, of any variety of gender identity you wish (though you are stuck with he or she pronouns). Basically a futuristic mercenary that does any kind of work available, kind of giving me some vibes from Burn Notice. Arms deals, stealing fans, VIP extraction, and so on. Of course, nothing goes as plan and you more or less lose your entire initial team after a heist goes wrong in every way possible. You’re witness to a world changing shift in a power structure and are forced to insert a chip with the ‘soul’ of Johnny Silverhand, an angry and incredibly bitter man who staged a bombing decades before V enters the game. This becomes the driving force of the game as you work to remove him safely from your body before he replaces you entirely - Something that not even he can stop, really. I’ve only had my toes dipped in Cyberpunk as a genre but it seems pretty standard fare. The concepts of “do cybernetics eat your soul’ and the various debate of how much human makes a human, all that. You’re put right there in center force as you grapple with these questions, even though our avatar as V is more concerned with just curing themselves like it was any other terminal disease. Even in-universe, the idea of a soul-preserving microchip is still a relatively new invention, though still in development enough to be advertised and talked about in news circuits. So let’s approach my first problem. It takes several hours for the game to essentially ‘wake up’. For a long time, you’re stuck in several conversations and interactable cutscenes with very little gameplay except taking advantage of V’s chosen origin in dialog. A couple of firefights here and there but the initial region locks you in and there’s only so many world encounters to just run into. The game more or less railroads you into completing Act 1 with some haste, because it also unlocks the ability to get more cybernetics and even some actual, full on mechanics. Within that railroading, you’re witness to so. Much. God. Damn. Talking. Mercifully you can press or hold “c” to skip through some things if you already understand the gist, but the first several hours of the game can very much feel like a very pretty walking simulator. Thankfully this kind of goes away after Act 1. You suddenly get called by a variety of Fixers that preside over various regions and they toss you dozens of side-jobs to do and so far, I find them to be delightfully varied. As a stealther, I found great joy in having a VIP escort quest with the optional objective of not sounding any alarms. So I went and bought myself a silencer and happily snuck around some gang mates boxing in the middle of a building, retrieved my guy, and escorted him outside while leaving several enemies alive. It was a great achievement. These side-gigs can be as complicated or straightforward as you please, giving me some Dues Ex vibes. The tutorial introduces you to hacking so you can distract and destroy your enemies how you see fit, and I have found that most encounters are designed with alternate routes to deal with enemies. Others are less clear. During one gig, I opened a door and the entire bar went ape on me, so I shot my way through and earned two stars from the police. Turned into a massive shootout that led to a dropbox that had gang members in it that also shot at me. Playing on Easy is a saving grace, but as someone who typically likes sneaking around games when the option is available, I wish the game made it more clear if I'm in a "suspicious" type zone. I also have no idea which NPC's are counted as potential enemies (the scan early in the story tells you if they're in a gang or not), as perfectly normal NPC's in the aforementioned bar just began unloading on me. It was wild, and I survived and got paid but the mission giver telling me it was sloppy work. Thanks, lady. Another time I opened a gate and trained my silenced pistol on the guard only for her to slightly sidestep as the gate opening “alerted” her. So I missed the shot, she opened fire, and the entire structure came out to play. It was an intense gunfight in which I was victorious, but it felt hollow as my silenced approach just botched the entire encounter. It was difficult for me to figure out what the game’s general “loop” is. So far it gives me the Ubisoft vibe of “hit everything you run into”. I do like the idea of V being something of a vigilante, as random police encounters pretty much allow you to intervene and gun down gang members without them bothering you about it. I must admit, however, I wish there was more to actually DO in the game. So far it’s mostly just side-gig after side-gig. Escort guy here, steal a van there, eliminate all enemies here. Though again, I said before that some of this can be quite enjoyable under the right circumstances. Maddening in others. In a way, this is kind of the Rage 2 problem all over again, in the sense that people loved the general gunplay but there wasn’t actually a lot of gameplay beyond the decent combat mechanics. Cyberpunk 2077 is certainly no GTA5, but I hope some day it can become that with DLC’s that add actual activities.

A couple of quick asides. I despise the driving, as most vehicles seem to want to spin out very easily if you hold the turning key for a second too long. In some fashion, it forces you to drive like an actual sane person and mowing down civilians (even accidentally) adds a GTA-esque wanted level though it seems stupidly easy to avoid. Narratively, it makes sense as the authorities in this universe are incredibly corrupt and it basically amounts to “eh, they’re too far now, let’s not waste resources”. So, fair enough. Still, I hope to GOD there’s no mandatory story-based racing. Games have screwed me on that before, and I have not beaten most GTA games because of that. Secondly, I don’t think the origin choice does a lot. You get different dialog choices and being a Corpo did lead to one interesting turn when you just ‘knew’ a credit chip had a virus on it. So there is that, but ultimately the rest of the dialog is identical. You could chalk this up to V spending six months with Jackie and he, more or less, lets your V really swim in Night City culture but honestly ALL V choices feel like they’ve become the same person. I was originally a Corpo but it just feels like her past and culture didn’t seep in through most of the dialog. At the end of the day, V is always just some mercenary punk. The world is gorgeous, albeit not as alive as it may have been advertised in promotions. Random civilians just have canned dialog, a lot of it rude. However I’ve been hard pressed to find doubles or clones of anyone just walking around, but that may change once I get into the hundreds of hour counts. It’s a very pretty game and despite some of my qualms, I am enjoying the experience. There’s a photo mode which is wonderful to utilize when you run into an environment that just captures the imagination. I took a screenshot of Jackie’s wall of pinups, including a typical slutty nun but as per the universe, her chest filled with beautifully placed cybernetics. It was just fun to see, and there’s a lot of semi-subtle world building like that that I just adore.

The game has issues. However, if you wanted a slightly scaled back idea of GTA5 with a different aesthetic, this is not at all a bad choice. However I will not blame anyone if they wait for the “GOTY” editions to come out. And on sale.

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[ajokeformur-ray]

bruhhh I’m just asking like every imagine blog for an Arthur matchup 🤣, can I do that? I’m 5’5, I have medium length blonde hair and big blue eyes. an ENFP. I’m a huge talker and I love to talk for hours on end, and I’m also a huge jokester, I mean...I was voted class clown in my hs so there’s that lmao. But I can get in trouble for goofing around and being loud...I guess you can say I was sent in the hallway in elementary school countless of times just because I wouldn’t shut up (1/?)

I guess a downside is that I struggle with anxiety and depression, and that can lead to a lot of panic attacks and crying, like…if I’m home alone I am a huge cry baby, but in public I usually just smile and goof around. I’m a very artistic person and I enjoy writing novels and creating characters (I’m actually going to college to hopefully become an author) I also love acting on stage, and I love to draw, I think I’m pretty decent at art. My aesthetic is kinda 80s hip hop and holographic (2/?)

(3/3) other interests: I love dogs!! I own a goldendoodle named Tommy! I’m into makeup, fashion, music, playing my bass, classical, alternative and hip hop music (I actually kinda enjoy rapping idkw) memes, FOOD, dancing and just having a good laugh, talking for hours on end, sunsets and chilling with family! Hope this helps!! 💌

Arthur // wc: 514.

Arthur adores you. He loves listening to you talk because it means he doesn’t have to work so hard at maintaining a conversation with you, so shy is he. He often asks you questions just to get you to start talking; it chases his fears away, keeps him calm, soothes his nightmares. When it’s 3 AM and he can’t sleep, he replays refrains of you speaking in his mind, his eyes shut tight as he listens to the ghost of you in his mind. You’re loud and you love to mess around, and this childlike behaviour truly resonates within Arthur and he feels much freer in being himself around you. It’s not unusual for Arthur to practice his newest Carnival act on you, to test out his new material, which slowly becomes more tailored to your own sense of humour. He loves your hair and he often runs his hand through it, his dexterous digits manually working out any tangles. He would learn to braid it for you, if you wanted him to. Arthur really does just love you, so so much. 

Arthur recognises the symptoms of anxiety and depression and he’s the best help for you. He would always be so, so proud of you for working so hard to deal with your depression and anxiety, and if he came home to you having a panic attack or crying, he’d be by your side and you would be in his lap (if that’s something you’re okay with) before he even had his shoes or coat off. You’re always his top priority and he never gets annoyed when you cry; he coos gently and cups your face in his hands and kisses you again and again. He’s trying to chase your fears away as best as he can. Arthur is very supportive of you and all of your endeavours and he’s so, so proud of you. He would love watching you get lost in your elements; writing, drawing, acting… he loves watching you get lost in yourself the way he gets lost in Carnival. It gives him a raw insight into who you are as a person.

Arthur loves your dog called Tommy omgggg~ he loves to go on walks with you with your dog. You’re like a family when you go out together and Arthur cherishes those moments more than he can ever say. Music is in your soul, as it is in Arthur’s, so it isn’t unusual for either of you to come home from work to the sound of the other’s music playing quietly from the radio or the television. You’ll get pulled into a dance, being spun and dipped, twirled and swayed around the cramped but cosy apartment. You do your makeup in the mirror every morning and Arthur would love to watch you. Within three days he’s memorised your routine and if you ever let him do it for you, he’d do it almost better than you do. All in all, he loves you so much it hurts him, but neither of you would trade it for the world.

Joker // wc: 525.

You stayed with him through it all as Arthur and you’re still with him now as Joker, and that is true love in his eyes. He loves you so much that it drives him insane every day. Your hair is still very much something which he enjoys running his hands through, and he loves to cup your face in his hands while he looks into your blue eyes, his own green oceans keeping you in place. You’re a talker and he loves to listen to you speak, saying “mm-hm” with a slow nod and a growing smirk as he takes all of you in; the way you move when you’re really passionate about what you’re talking about really just gets him. You always used to get sent out in high school for talking too much and messing around, but Joker loves that about you. He takes pride in your title of class clown and he tells you that, an apartment which houses two clowns is a very happy apartment; even though most days are quite difficult between the two of you with your own issues, neuroses and the like. Which leads me perfectly into… 

By now, Joker is very much used to helping you with your anxiety and your depression. He knows all the signs, all the physical tells, all the warnings and all of the dangers... He knows everything and he knows with a single look what you’re feeling, so well and intimately does he know you. He’s really good with your panic attacks and he usually manages to stop them before they even start, so deft is he in his distractions. He’d likely dance with you, pulling you into his arms and spinning and twirling around with you. You’re very artistic, creative and expressive and Joker is still so drawn into you because of this; he loves the way you create and the way you get lost in your arts. He longs to learn about your characters, your art, your writing, but he doesn’t ever ask. Joker imagines that it’s really personal, and he wouldn’t like it if you kept asking about his journal, so he keeps quiet. If you allow him too, though, because his want really is just so easy to see, then he cherishes everything you allow him to see and he wouldn’t ever betray your obvious trust in him. 

You love dogs and every time you see one in the street, you stop to say hi or just to admire it, and Joker adores the way you’re so open with your passions and creativity. You’re super into music, fashion, makeup and dancing, and all of these are right up Joker’s street. He marvels at how you can have so many passions and interests but you manage to keep up with all of them, and he loves the way you’re able to balance and blend all of them together. You love to laugh and joke, and so does he, and humour is definitely the way the two of you deal with the worst of things. He still loves you so much, and there’s nothing, nothing, he wouldn’t do for you.

#nonnie #headcanons open #arthur fleck #arthur fleck matchup #joker #joker matchup #matchup

[angelinyourworld]

Nice and Innocent Pt.1

- Rating: PG-13 -

- 4K words -

- A blind date with Kyungsoo -

The idea was a bit ridiculous, really, going on a double date with someone I have never met. But when your friend begs you to meet this incredible guy she’s dating because she insists he’s “the one”, it’s hard to say no. It’s only until the night before does she casually mention to you that it’s also a date with this man’s lonesome friend.

“So of all the people in your life that are single, I need the most help?” I deadpan, rifling through my closet for something more inspiring for this sudden change in occasion. I hope she can hear the distaste in my voice.

“No! That’s not it at all! I really want you to meet Junmyeon. And I just think out of all the people in my life, you’ll get along with Kyungsoo the most. This was just a little add on. That’s all.” Eunji tries to placate me, but I’m still a bit put off by the whole thing. I’m not old by any means, but apparently old enough to have dates set up for me now.

“You’re very lucky that I want to meet this perfect man of yours and also happen to want to try out the restaurant we’re going to; which by the way, how on earth did we get a reservation for? It’s impossible to get into that place even if you book months in advance.” I ask incredulously.

Eunji hums thoughtfully for a few moments, “I’m not sure actually. Junmyeon said Kyungsoo set it up though.”

“Junmyeon is paying right?” I ask, half joking. Eunji giggles and affirms my inquiry. “What should I wear? I don’t think I have anything.”

“Show me your closet again.” I turn my phone to show her and we end up spending up far too much time going through my closet together.

--

The next evening comes quickly and I’m oddly nervous. Junmyeon was kind enough to pick me up for the evening--point to him for that. He drives a fancy car and opens the door for me as Eunji beams from the front seat.

We exchange pleasantries for the first few minutes of the ride. “Are you excited?” Eunji asks, eyebrows extra wiggly.

“Yeah, to eat.” Junmyeon and I make eye contact in the rearview mirror and he snickers.

“You’re so funny.” Eunji says flatly.

“They’ll get along just fine. Don’t worry.” Junmyeon reaches over the console to hold Eunji’s hand and it warms my cold, dead heart.

We arrive at the restaurant and I am immediately taken with the space itself. It’s beautiful to say the least. It’s styled with contemporary Japanese aesthetics--muted, natural colors with a good flow from the entrance to the interior. There is minimal decor with thoughtful sculptures and bright flowers. The maitre d' readily greets us, specifically Junmyeon, when we step through the door.

We’re ushered into the dining room and led towards the counter where the head chef is engaged in a conversation with a bespectacled man dressed in a blue sweater. His expression looks warm and eager as they talk. It’s endearing.

“Kyungsoo!” Junmyeon is incredibly enthusiastic, immediately pulling Kyungsoo into a hug when he stands. “This is my girlfriend Eunji, and this is her friend I’ve been telling you about.” Kyungsoo shakes Eunji’s hand and then reaches for mine as well. His grip is strong and his hands are a little dry, but not the worst impression ever. He looks quite handsome in his royal blue sweater and cropped hair. His voice is deep and soothing--it sends a shiver down my spine that I struggle to tamp down.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Kyungsoo says. He sounds calm, but the tips of his ears are tinged pink betraying his cool demeanor. At least I’m not alone in feeling apprehensive about the date.

I’m sandwiched between Eunji and Kyungsoo at the corner of the counter, in arguably the best seat in the house with the head chef just an arm’s length away. “Chef Fujimoto is a good friend of mine and was kind enough to do this favor for us today.”

It isn’t until Kyungsoo says this that I realize the restaurant was empty save for us. Who on earth is this guy that he’s friends with a top chef?!

“I’m always happy to do what I can for you, my friend.” Chef Fujimoto greets us before excusing himself to work on the courses for this evening.

More pleasantries are exchanged while we are served tea and the first round of sake that is to be paired with the appetizers. Every time Kyungsoo speaks, it get taken aback by how wonderful his voice sounds. I’m usually one for good conversation during a meal, but watching the meal come to life before my eyes, my attention is certainly on chef and not on my companions. Chef and his sous chef flitter about the kitchen so fluidly it’s almost as if they’re dancing.

The zensai course finally appears before us in a flourish of colors and my eyes are already feasting.

“Starting with the right side we have a pumpkin rose filled with salmon ikura and on the left is a salad of maitake, toasted pumpkin seeds, and fig.”

The pumpkin rose is so gorgeous, delicate, and looks downright delicious. “Oh chef...this is just stunning.” I murmur. Utter adoration must be written all over my face because chef’s expression is just as delighted.

“Itadakimasu.” Kyungsoo smiles. The rest of us utter our thanks and sample the art in front of us. Just a bite of the first course has convinced me this restaurant deserves all the accolades it has received.

Eunji and Junmyeon continue to converse as they eat, but Kyungsoo and I are silent. I glance over at him and he looks thoughtful as he chews. “What are your thoughts, Kyungsoo?” It takes a moment for my question to register to him, he blinks with eyes wide and expression blank.

Kyungsoo looks down at the plate, scanning its details. “Autumn is my favorite season. This captures the season perfectly.”

His answer brings a smile to my face, “That’s my favorite season too.” Kyungsoo gives me a gentle smile and pushes his glasses up with a finger. It’s easy to tell already that Kyungsoo is passionate person hidden behind demure smiles, thick black frames, and concise words.

“To cleanse the palate we have a suimono of braised daikon and ankimo.” Chef Fujimoto steps back in front of us to inquire about our thoughts once we’ve had a taste.

“I love the clarity of the flavors. I’m not sure what word to use to describe it, but what comes to mind is ‘pure’?” Kyungsoo hums at my commentary and takes another bite.

“I think you’re quite right. They’re simple flavors of the cuisine, but there is a satisfying potency to it that is very filling.” I could watch Kyungsoo speak all day. There is something so pleasant about the way he speaks and the way his lips move. I am so deeply satisfied with the meal and the company; I’m actually kind of glad I agreed to come.

After we our plates are cleared and the next sake pairing is served, the next course is presented. This course is usually favorite and I’m particularly excited for this one. “For the hassun we have an A5 wagyu beef tataki, persimmon with tofu skin, grilled hamachi. The tempura is lotus root and prawn with a tentsuyu dipping sauce.” As we all eat, a chorus of crunches into the tempura is extra satisfying. It’s definitely half the reason this course is my favorite; fried food is my vice.

We cheers with our sake that warms up my whole body and changes the flavor of the wagyu beef. It’s so much fun to experiment with transformation of flavors throughout these courses. During a lull in the dinner conversation, Kyungsoo’s cell phone rings and he steps away to answer it with deep apologies on his lips.

“You two seem to be getting along famously,” Junmyeon notes. He’s hiding a satisfied smile behind his sip of sake.

I shrug, “I think we just both really enjoy food and this experience is really a one of a kind. I do have to thank you for inviting me. I’m really enjoying myself.”

“What do you think about him?” Eunji asks, eyes sparkling.

“We’re only halfway through dinner. I don’t know all that much about him to settle on anything significant. But he’s handsome. Very handsome.” I try to hide my smile as I think about his bright eyes and lovely smile. The couple beside me are satisfied with that and go back to their food.

Moments later, Kyungsoo slides back into his seat again apologizing for disturbing the meal. “No worries, it seemed important.”

“It was, otherwise I really hate using my phone during meals. It’s not very good company, especially today.”

“Kyungsoo hates his phone regardless. He’s silent in all of our group chats unless he’s addressed directly. Even then he only replies about 50% of the time.” Junmyeon leans over to chastise him, but there’s still a charming smile on his face.

“Hey, I would say it’s about 80% of the time.” Kyungsoo replies indignantly, but he doesn’t actually seem particularly bothered about the jibe.

“I’ve been telling you all this time--”

“It’s bad for networking.” Kyungsoo finishes the sentence with him along with a sigh. Poor Kyungsoo finally gets a break when chef comes back with the next course.

“I’m very excited about the tsukuri tonight. I have the freshest amaebi from Kochi, a gorgeous o-toro, octopus, salmon belly, and the hamachi from the previous course with a nori crust. The hamachi that came in today was too beautiful to use just once.” he explains with a bright smile. He looks so satisfied with his work, it must be a true masterpiece.

Sushi is one of my favorite foods. I could eat it every single day if I could. I particularly love the nori crust that makes the dish extra special--it’s not something I’ve had before! This meal has truly been a delight and I’m so pleased to cross this off my bucket list. Chef lingers around to gather our thoughts and commentary, then deep dives into a conversation with Kyungsoo in Japanese. Not going to lie, my heart fluttered when I realized the depth of their conversation.

I tried to listen in a bit and it sounded like they were discussing vegetable suppliers and options for the next menu.

Eunji leans over to me, “You’re staring.” My eyes are forced to break away and I immediately feel a flush take over my body. How embarrassing to be caught! Maybe it’s the sake, maybe it’s the lovely conversation, maybe it’s the unforgettable bucket list experience--no matter what it is I can’t deny that I’m incredibly attracted to Kyungsoo. How annoying. I didn’t want Eunji to be right.

Chef then steps away again to prepare for the next course. “You didn’t tell me you’re also fluent in Japanese.” I try my best to not sound exasperated. Kyungsoo’s ears flush red, but the rest of his face remains calm.

“No, you’re mistaken. I’m not fluent at all.” he says as he pushes up his glasses with a finger.

“You’re joking right? You literally just had an entire conversation with Chef Fujimoto in Japanese. I barely kept up with half the conversation.”

“So you speak Japanese too?” his eyes search my face and it’s my turn to blush from the attention.

“Certainly not as well as you. I understand a bit. I did a study abroad program back in college.”

Kyungsoo’s eyes light up, “Where?”

“In Tokyo. My college has a sister college there so it worked out that way. I spent a summer and fall semester with a lovely host family. It’s been a while since I’ve visited them. I don’t go back to Japan as often as I’d like in general, though.” Which is true, I only visit twice a year, three if I push it.

“I visit often, but it’s mostly for work. My responsibilities keep me from being more adventurous.” he sounds a bit wistful, the wanderlust clear in his eyes.

“I’m sure you’ll find a way to have time for both. It’s a shame to not have some time to yourself in such a lovely place.” This stirs conversation between all of us regaling our various experiences in Japan.

Before we know it, chef comes back with a new sake and course pairing. “For the takiawase, I’ll let you decide what I’ve put in.”

We take turns providing our commentary. “Like everyone else, I see daikon, cabbage, and shiitake. I think there’s also fig? The monkfish is particularly tasty, too.”

It’s really fun to talk about the ingredients and I become brave enough to ask Chef about his technique and methods. When it got too complicated and Chef reverted to Japanese, Kyungsoo translated for us. I understand a bit and made the experience all the more enjoyable to understand Chef and his craft on a more intimate level. I was able to help translate as well, providing a more flowery approach to my word choice than a very clear and concise Kyungsoo. We played off each other, complementary almost.

This course lasts for a long time with conversation continuing even though we’ve cleared our plates. Chef steps away when his sous chef comes to get him to finish off the last course--dessert.

“And lastly, the mizumono of apple cake with almond ice cream.” It’s simple, but it’s elegantly laid out. It’s even one of my favorite flavor combinations--there’s always something warm and inviting about it. The cake itself is light in texture and the apple flavor is clear and crisp. There are bits of apple in the cake, but doesn’t weigh heavy in the cake at all. The nutmeg and cinnamon spices along with almond ice cream compliment it well, make it feel homey.

We have to eat fast so the ice cream doesn’t melt into a runny mess so I’m not able to savor this last dish as much as I wanted. With one last wistful last bite, the meal comes to an end. My stomach is full and warm, and the burning in my heart isn’t just from the sake we’ve had.

“You look so forlorn,” Eunji laughs.

“It’s because I am,” I pout “This was such an amazing meal and being able to talk to Chef Fujimoto and sharing this with you guys really made this night so special. I could only dream of coming here before. I’m really happy.” I’m suddenly fired up, more passionate than I intended.

“You’ve always only looked at food so ardently. You’ve had hearts in your eyes all night.” Eunji says. There’s also a mischievous glint in her eye and I’m sure she means something else other than just our meal.

“Looks like we’ll have to come back often, don’t we Kyungsoo?” Junmyeon says, smile as bright as ever.

“I think you have overestimated the favors that result from my business relationships.” Kyungsoo says before finishing the last of his sake. I couldn’t help but notice the slight upturn of his lips against the rim of the ceramic cup. Cheeky.

“I don’t think it’s an overestimation. Perhaps consider it as a...as a seasonal favorite.” Kyungsoo humors Junmyeon with a slight chuckle.

“It’s unlikely, considering there are other favors that can be called upon at any time.” Kyungsoo’s eyebrows express something that I cannot quite put a finger to, but it feels like a secret I want to uncover. And he looks incredibly sexy with that slight smirk on his plush lips.

“Well aren’t you wicked,” Junmyeon snorts, but Kyungsoo doesn’t refute it.

--

After our meal, we take a quick photo with Chef Fujimoto and I almost have half a mind to ask him for an autograph but I have some sense of self respect and keep the fangirling to myself. I am quite unready to end the night, but I’m happy we decide to go to a nearby cafe as all of us are a bit buzzed from the sake and driving wouldn’t be a good idea.

We’re seated as couples and I suddenly feel very self conscious about anything I do even if we’re just talking over lattes and smoothies. The interior looks very nice and I enjoy the aesthetic so I try to take some photos as discreetly as possible to not disturb the conversation.

“Am I in the way?” Kyungsoo asks. It takes a moment for the question to register before I pull back, realizing I’m leaning in a bit close.

“Oh no you’re fine! I’m sorry I wasn’t really paying attention…” I’m a little embarrassed to be caught. I move to put away my phone, but Kyungsoo stops me.

“Show them to me?” I nod dumbly and pull up my gallery to show him what I took photos of. It was nothing special, just the wall decor, the room layout, and such. “They look like concept photos. They’re nice.” he compliments, leisurely scrolling through the images.

“I work in marketing so I guess I look out for these sorts of things.” I shrug.

“I just realized I never asked what your profession is,” Kyungsoo’s eyes grow a little wide and he looks very cute, especially with the glasses.

I wave him off, “It’s okay, it didn’t really come up during dinner. Food seems more like a topic of your job anyway.”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to not show interest in you. It’s quite the opposite.” the room suddenly goes silent and I can’t hear anything at all except for the intense thumping of my heart. It’s a moment right out of the movies or dramas. Kyungsoo’s eyes are earnest and full of conviction and that’s how I know what he says is honest. His directness continues to catch me off guard, but I like it. I like it a lot.

Seconds pass before we’re awakened by the front door bells chiming and the baristas greeting the new customers. Kyungsoo clears his throat and hands my phone back which I quickly tuck away.

I try not to look at the other couple in front of us who are looking at us with curious gazes. Suddenly my smoothie is much more fascinating than anything else in this cafe.

Junmyeon finally breaks the silence, “Let’s take a picture, Eunji.” the two of them take the time taking selcas together and it makes the air less awkward.

“You two look really good. I can take photos for you. It’ll show off your outfits better.” I offer.

“You have great sense,” Junmyeon laughs and easily hands his phone over to me.

I shrug. “It’d be a waste since you two coordinated so well today.” which is true considering their outfits match well together; whether it was on purpose or not I’m not sure, but I can appreciate how good they look together. I hope they last a long time.

I lean back in my seat after handing the phone back to them. They take their time perusing the photos and there’s a lull in the conversation.

“Did you always want to be in marketing?” Kyungsoo asks. He’s leaning back casually, but he fidgets with the hem of his sleeve.

“No, not always. I wasn’t good at studying, but I liked the arts. I just wasn’t good at that either. I kind of fell into it. Somehow discovered I’m decent at creating concepts.” I’m the first to admit that I’m not exceptional at anything. I’m just glad that I found something I could do relatively well that I could make a living. “What about you? Were you always such an entrepreneur?”

Kyungsoo laughs and it makes my chest feel full. “I was awful at school and to be honest I never cared for academics. I always liked being in the kitchen with my mother and grandmother. I’m not a chef like they are, but helping people grow their restaurant dreams has been a dream in itself.”

The four of us fall into conversation after that about anything and everything. We stick around long after we’ve finished our drinks and essentially have to be kicked out as the cafe was closing. It was really lovely getting to know Junmyeon who is so charming and passionate, and kind to a fault. I can tell how much he likes Eunji by the way he makes a fool out of himself to keep her smiling.

And then there’s Kyungsoo who makes me feel like a high schooler falling in love for the first time. It’s warm and sweet, it makes my insides burn. His ambition is impressive and I love the way he seems to move forward in his goals with intention and wholeheartedness. He sincerely loves what he does and doesn’t have any complaints. I really like his expressive eyes and pretty heart-shaped smile. His impeccable Japanese skills and love for the culture matches my own. I don’t know if it’s possible to fall in love with a person in the course of a night, but I’d certainly like to see him again.

We amble back for the cars and the night finally comes to an end.

“May I drive you home?” Kyungsoo asks as the valet pulls up with his car.

Or not.

“Sure.” I have to tamp down on the excitement that bubbles in my chest. Eunji leers at me and I roll my eyes. “Thank you for dinner, Junmyeon. It was really nice to finally meet you. Eunji is a little crazy, but if you need backup I got you.” I shake hands with Junmyeon who laughs.

“Wow, that’s rude. See if I invite you anywhere else next time.” Eunji huffs. “Conspiring against me already.”

“It’s not conspiring if it’s true. Though if he’s stuck around this long already I think he knows what he’s getting into.”

“I do. I definitely do.” Junmyeon then excuses himself to give Kyungsoo a hug.

“He’s nice. You should keep him.” I say and Eunji stops pouting, smiling wide instead.

“I think I can say the same about you.”

“It’s way too early for that, but you did good I must say.” I acquiesce. Junmyeon’s car gets pulled around and they head to the car. Kyungsoo then takes a moment to open the door for me as well.

--

The drive is generally quiet save for the radio that is playing quietly and the GPS giving directions. Sometimes Kyungsoo hums along, taps the wheel with his fingers. It’s cute.

I peer over at his face every so often, trying not to get caught staring. He really does have such a handsome face and even more handsome when he’s driving. He finally catches me in the act and I quickly look out the window to hide the blush that instantly colors my face.

“Is there something on my face?” he asks, evidently amused by the teasing tone.

“No, I don’t think so.” I reply as nonchalant as possible, unwilling to be caught.

“There must be something since you keep looking my way,” he is so mean, messing with me like this.

“I just like looking at the city at night. The feeling is different.” I am a weak human being and I’m paying the price for it.

It’s quiet until we stop at a light. In my peripheral I can see him looking at me this time and he’s got the slightest hint of a smirk and it gets under my skin. “What?” I turn to face him.

“It’s okay, you can keep looking. I like it when you look at me.” there goes his heart-shaped smile again. Double-kill.

“Now I can’t look at you anymore!” I can’t take it! I cover my face with my hands and start uncontrollably giggling. Kyungsoo laughs with me too and I’m a bit less embarrassed.

We finally calm down and arrive at my apartment building shortly after. There’s a moment of hesitation before I unbuckle my seatbelt, but all good things come to an end. “Thank you for driving me home and for dinner. I had a really good time.”

“The pleasure was mine, but I’m glad you had a good time. I’ve never really done this blind date thing before.” Kyungsoo smiles, though he betrays his nervousness as he brushes a hand over the shorter sides of his hair. My eyes can’t help but linger on his perfect lips.

“Could’ve fooled me,” I tease. “But honestly, I wasn’t super into the idea of another blind date at first. I haven’t met very nice men from them. I’m glad I was wrong...for once.”

Kyungsoo smirks, eyebrow cocked. “What makes you think I’m a nice guy?” It should be illegal for him to do that. I’m at a loss of what to say. The air is electric and there’s something hanging in the air left unsaid. Just a short reach over the center console and--

“It’s okay if you’re not nice. Just this once.” I don’t know who crosses the precipice first, but the moment breaks and suddenly our lips glide over each other’s. God, his lips are just as perfect as I’d imagined. They’re pillowy soft and warm, not chapped in the slightest. He holds my face close with his thumb resting just below my ear. It’s just the tiniest bit possessive and I revel in the feeling of being wanted. Desired.

When we finally come up for real air, the windows are all fogged up just like how my head feels. “Told you I wasn’t nice.” he huffs, a little out of breath. His lips are shiny and red and I revel in the fact that I caused that.

“Well then maybe it’s a good thing I’m not a nice girl either.” it’s my turn to be a little bold. Sometimes you have to be ambitious with what you want.

“What makes you say that?” he asks with a brow quirked.

“Would a nice girl ask you to come up for a drink this late at night?” I throw a smirk his way and make my exit from the car.

I claim victory when I hear him open the door after me.

#exo scenario #fic: exo #exo #D.O. #do kyungsoo #kyungsoo #fic: kyungsoo #kyungsoo scenario

[mautadite]

february book round up

13 books this month. (haha, half of what i read in january, but i knew i wasn’t going to duplicate that, no way.) a pretty mixed bag.

in praise of shadows - junichiro tanizaki ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ a really really interesting non fiction work on japanese versus western aesthetics, the use of shadows and light, darkness and exposure. talks about architecture, art, people, culture, theatre... i enjoyed this a lot.

beneath a scarlet sky - mark sullivan ⭐️⭐️⭐️ a good story, extremely badly told. it’s a novel of italy in wwii, following a young man who falls in love, guides jews to switzerland, becomes a spy... a lot happens. it’s heavily based the true story of pino lella’s life but man the author should have stuck to bare facts (even if there weren’t many) because his writing is... not good. not structurally, or narratively, or just his prose.

the fever king - victoria lee ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ this book gave me the always frustrating horror of showing kids being manipulated by adults and the kids don’t know it but you the reader do know it and it’s AGONY. queer teen scifi in a dystopian future where magic manifests as a sickness and those who overcome it develop powers. the world-building was really really interesting, the writing was tight, the characters were amazing. THEY’RE MY KIDS NOW. really looking forward to the sequel.

yellow crocus - laila benjamin ⭐️⭐️⭐️ another well meaning book, lovingly told, but badly told. a novel about an enslaved black wet nurse and her charge, the white daughter of her master, with whom she develops a deep motherly bond. the novel follows them from lisbeth’s (the child) birth to the birth of her own child.you can tell that a lot of research and care and love went into this book, and it didn’t skeeve me off in the usual ways that books about slavery written by non-black people usually do... but it just wasn’t very well written.

boystown 2 - marshall thornton ⭐️⭐️⭐️ second set of stories about a gay private eye solving mysteries in the 80s. in this instalment, nick juggles things with his sort-of-not-really boyfriend, gets complicated feelings about his ex-boyfriend, and has bunch of sex with a bunch of guys who aren’t either of those men. interesting mysteries once again, though one of them kinda ticked me off.

no two ways - chi yu rodriguez ⭐️⭐️⭐️ contemporary f/f romance about a bi girl who hooks up with a lesbian and starts falling for her pretty quickly... but then finds out she’s a huge biphobe. this was good...? but the leads had almost no chemistry, it took too long for jackie to get an attitude change, and when she did, she got off way too easily.

northanger abbey - jane austen ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ fun stuff, very enjoyable. i really like how austen does humour, and there’s some good stuff in here about sexist microaggressions and the art of novels. and i really liked the hero.

proper english - k.j. charles ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ AHHHHHH. i really like k.j. charles, and i was SO EXCITED when i found out she’d dipped her toes into f/f romance. this was wonderful. a very satisfying mystery, the kind that gives all the right hints and clues and allows the reader to figure it out if they’re paying attention, but introduces just enough doubt that you’re not sure. and the characters! the romance! i loved these two women in their first appearance in ‘think of england’ I LOVED THEM EVEN MORE HERE. pat’s assertiveness, fen’s flirtiness... gah.

perfect rhythm - jae ⭐️⭐️⭐️ contemporary f/f/ romance with an ace protag. very cute, if a bit... idk wooden at times? in the writing, the way asexuality was talked about, some of the delivery of the jokes. it definitely wasn’t bad; the characters were complicated and flawed in real ways, and i feel like their romance progressed very naturally, and it was super fulfilling in the end. it just needed a little something more, writing-wise. also, did not enjoy the way it treated the closeted side character. :/

the gentleman and the rogue - bonnie dee & summer devon ⭐️⭐️ this book made me realise... i don’t think i’ve ever read a fiction book written by two authors that i thoroughly enjoyed? i just don’t gel with most people’s approaches to co-writing. not that that was the only thing wrong with this book. historical m/m romance between a veteran lord and the guttersnipe he hires as his new valet. i don’t like rich/poor romance where the rich person doesn’t buy a clue, i don’t like structural inequality played straight, i don’t like plots that are so thin it seems like the author didn’t want to write one. and the writing itself left much to be desired.

scrap metal - harper fox ⭐️⭐️⭐️ really sweet contemporary m/m romance set on a small scottish island, between a phd student who has suddenly been called back to work on the farm he grew up on, and the mysterious man who shows up on the farm in the middle of the night. i really like harper fox’s writing; she can sometimes have the loveliest way with words. and the romance was super well done. my nitpicks with this book are kinda silly but i had them all the same. it hit some squicks of mine and also i really don’t like when harper fox slips in the paranormal as a side-element int he books. why? i don’t know! but i don’t like it.

switchback - s.w. andersen ⭐️⭐️ i only got this audiobook because i really like nicol zanzarella, the narrator. and i mean it’s lesbian romance featuring a mountain bike rider and a chiropractor? neat right? wrong, it was boring and badly written. alas! man i hate omniscient pov, especially for romance.

mama black widow - iceberg slim ⭐️⭐️⭐️ semi-biographical novel of a black drag queen living in the ghettos of 1960s chicago. follows him from childhood to his prime to his decline, with a heavy focus on his childhood and relationship with his mother and the many tragedies that befell him and this family. heavy focus on race, sexuality, and violence. (don’t go into this without hella warnings.) i enjoyed it, mostly, though i felt that doylist misogyny coming through hard. it was written in the 1960s and it shows lol.

and that’s it for february. i started a new job today and probably won’t have a lot of reading time, but i’ll continue to do as much audiobooking as i can on public transportation. currently doing a reread of the hobbit, which i 100% started as a self comfort thing, and will probably be ready very sparsely throughout the month. going to start a hundred little lies. 

#book talk #long post

[snarkandsarcasmftw]

tag games, ftw

I was tagged by both @rampagewriting and @heelsamizayn to answer this and it seems like a fun time and my brain’s being a bag of dicks rn, so whhhhy not... Here we go.

0) Name/Nickname? If ya wanna share it.

Ashley, AA, Snark - mostly on here. Oh and lil bit, but... family only.

1) If you could bring any two fictional characters (from books or film/tv) into the same world who would they be, what world would you put them in, and what would their relationship to each other be?

Uhhh... Uhhh... Okay, alright, hm... This is going to be an unconventional answer but.. I’d take Bucky and Cap and I’d drop them right into the middle of The Walking Dead. Hear me out.. They’re both military trained / enhanced superheroes and they can walk that line of having compassion and being totally ruthless if they must. I think it’d be neat. They’d be friends / psuedo brothers, of course.

2) If you could drop yourself into any fictional world from books or film/tv, which would it be?

Oh god, oh noooo.. Every part of the fifteen year old trapped within my old woman body is screaming at me to answer Harry Potter -cos magic.. But.. I’m going with The Walking Dead. Just for the simple fact that I could smack both Lori and Dale Horvath in the back of the fuckin head.

Alternately.. I’d really wanna hunt vampires with Edgar and Allen Frog, and the eighties were my shit, so.. That too.

3) What’s your spirit animal?

A cat or a raccoon. I have under eye circles, stay up late, eat only junk and I’ll bite if you take my food plus kinda chonky ( raccoon) and I like to take naps, I’m... adamant about cleaning / grooming plus, I like to sit around and give people side eye when they’re doing dumb shit. ( cat.)

4) What is the most unpopular opinion you hold?

NO. NOPE. NOT ANSWERING. ISSA TRAP.

Okay, since I obviously have to put something here, I’ll say it. And I’ll start with wrestling:

Seth Rollins is vastly overrated and I don’t get the whole.. Attraction to him. And the same goes for Cody Rhodes. Also, is it just me or are his fucking intros too long? Idk, maybe that’s me and my lack of patience. If you like either of these, sorry, continue to do you, but.. I’m not a fan and I honestly don’t particularly care about either and this is my own personal opinion. I’m allowed to have one. I’m not saying bad shit about either guy here, if you take it that way, it’s your own damn problem? I’m not telling you not to like them. I’m simply saying I do not.

As far as media goes : Fifty Shades of Gray is fucking dumb. I mean.. 10 page contract.. to get what has to be mediocre dick, at best? And it’s not even written with any regards to true BDSM concepts for the most part? Nah. I’ll pass. 

And now, for one about our current situation: I think the idiots who hoarded TP at the beginning of this should be allowed to return things.. Provided it’s unopened, they have a receipt, and they don’t see a fucking dime of the money they spent and that the money from the returns goes to masks / other methods of protection for front line workers or straight into the unemployment packages and the stimulus thing. Like literally, the hoarder gets nothing, people who need TP / sanitizer / etc get UNOPENED NEW PRODUCTS and the front line workers get the proceeds of the voided returns. We all win here. (I realize this probably cannot happen, but. It’s one way to kind of... help this current shit show we’re all trapped in.) 

5) How do you like to style your hair most often?

Uhh.. Down. I’m too goddamn lazy to be bothered.

6) I always love this overdone question - you’re allowed three books on a desert island, what do you bring? (Note: Survival Guides don’t count).

The Shining, The Dark Towers series - Stephen King, The Client - John Grisham and The Outsiders - S.E Hinton

7) Something new you’ve learned in quarantine/lockdown/corona times?

That no matter how hard I try, I cannot apply false lashes. That more than two noisy things going in the background is TOO MUCH. Oh and I’m pretty damn good at baking when I bother to try / don’t toss out the directions.

8) Favorite alcohol? (Or non-alcoholic beverage if you don’t drink!)

Haven’t drank in... a while-ish. But my favorite thing to drink when I do is vodka or tequila. Occasionally White Claw ( i know, i know.). Favorite non-alcoholic beverage is water lately.

9) Music you can’t stand? Music you love?

I’m gonna get torn the fuck apart for this but yolo.. I can’t get into K-Pop. I’ve tried. It’s just.. It’s up there with new pop for me. Older boy bands / pop stars? Not a problem. I just don’t like a lot of pop music and I can’t get into K-pop. If you like it, awesome. It’s just not for me personally. Beyond that? I love literally any other kind of music. I have a veeeery varied eclectic listening preference but my all time favorite? 80′s glam / pop or country.

10) Have a favorite herb?

FIRST OF ALL.. GARLIC.. yeah, it’s not a herb buuuut... yeah.. Anyway, for actual herbs..Basil, Rosemary and Sage.. Oh and cilantro. Cilantro will save your ass in a pinch. 

11) What kinds of cups/glasses/bottles do you prefer to drink out of?

My big tol cold cup. Or.. my stemless plastic wine glasses, of which I have apparently lost.

12) Preferred mode of communication: texts, phone calls, emails, letters?

Text or email. I’m not... fond of making calls, but I will if I have to. I prefer texts or email. Oh, I do enjoy writing letters now and then.

13) What is your favorite weather?

Not too hot, not too cold. Not too sunny but not overcast and gray either. A light breeze. NO POLLEN.

14) What kind of lighting do you like?

Softer lights, for the aesthetic.. Overhead lighting, so my blind ass can... yannow... see. If I had my way, I’d have candles and string lights every where though.

15) What is the best thing you cook?

Honestly, I feel like it’s my chili or my stew. Alternately, husband seems to ask for chicken / bacon / ranch pasta casserole a lot, so... Idk.. I guess pretty much anything (except fucking hamburger helper, i can NEVER get this shit right, despite directions, sacrifices to the culinary gods and pleas/promises of my first born. It always turns out icky so I never cook it.) 

16)  Do you have a favorite font to write in?

Handwriting or typewriter fonts for the most part. Roboto when I’m writing / editing my own fics and such.

17) What is something you’ve always wanted to write in a fic, but you’ve been too afraid to? Or, what is something that you were afraid to write, but then you did and it ended awesome?

Honestly, I’m scared to death to write smut. Which is why I’ve been trying to write more of it lately. I won’t say it’s going awesome ( I’m pretty sure some of you sit and read it when I post and are like what the fuck... this isn’t realistic and this is so bad.) but it’s going.

I’ve wanted to dip my toes into writing for more obscure fandoms too. Like ones that I personally enjoy. As far as something I’ve always wanted to write? Horror. But I’m scared to death I’d fuck it up.

18) If you were in your favorite fantasy world, what would your weapon of choice be?

A sword or a knife. Machete, maybe?

19) Is there a commonly used expression/saying that you can’t stand?

While I agree with the answers J and K put to this “It’s in God’s hands, etc” - sometimes things are GOD AWFUL. The last thing I want to hear is what the reason God had for doing it is. So don’t tell me. 

Triggered is a useful term.. if it’s used right. And I’m starting to realize that 95 percent of people DO NOT know the proper use. They think that being triggered =‘s a reason to bitch and tear someone apart over some miniature thing they’ve done. So now, when I hear it being misused, it fucking annoys me.

20) What is something that you would like people to know about you?

I’m a grumpy ball of rage. I’m petty as fuck and saltier than all the oceans combined in the right circumstances. But.. I can be a nice person and I love getting to know people and helping people or talking to them. Even if it’s hard for me to start it off bc I’m fucking awkward as fuck also - hence the reason it takes a while for me to actually... attempt... conversing with new people both IRL and on here.

I’m gonna leave this open to anyone who wants to do it bc Idk who has or hasn’t already and I don’t want to annoy people. 

This was a blast!

[electricea-a]

BEST PICTURE NOMINEES (2018) AESTHETICS.   repost, don’t reblog. bold whatever applies. tag whoever you want and feel free to add to the categories.

THE SHAPE OF WATER : early mornings. art on an easel. being trapped. flashy cars. self-righteous intolerance. speaking volumes without a word. being submerged. learning and adapting. raindrops on windows.  bubbles rising in water. cats. taboo desires.  tanks of water.  kitschy nostalgia. kissing underwater. silence.  isolation. golden age hollywood.  sign language.  scales.  egg shells. jell-o. the smell of cleaning supplies. creature features. the space race. red coats. monstrous fairy tales.  lab coats. lunches in brown bags. the click of shoes. smog.  dance routines.  slices of pie. toxic masculinity. chains. government secrets. seeing past flaws. floating aimlessly. needles. greens and blues.  deep, inexorable scars. gills.  music from the 30′s.  retro-futurism. bloody handprints.  routines.  record players.  old movies. love in unexpected places.

PHANTOM THREAD  :  a doll in a gilded birdcage.  butter to bread. the death of a mother . cycles .hidden messages.  a disruptive presence.  longing. wedding gowns.  posh control. post-war. brightly colored socks. inner turmoil. poison. an air of quiet death.  hallucinations. family dysfunction. rich fabrics.  curses. soft piano music. restrained anger. spinning out of control.  artist and muse. dark love.  pastels. peace in the countryside. clockwork dynamics. perfection.  wild mushrooms.  giving up every piece of yourself.  rags to riches.  ghosts.  new year’s.  lingering gazes.  needle and thread. fine dining. hearing every sound.  being ambushed. ego.  flowing dresses.  a person out of place. defiance.  ink to paper.  an artist tortured by their art.  obsessive personalities.  peepholes.  soothing elegance.  silk. spiral staircases.  driving at high speeds. high society.

THE POST : typewriters. newspapers.  tense climates.  distrust of authority. internal battles.  a legacy at stake. secrets.  cover-ups.  defending what you believe. peering through windows. melodrama. political corruption.  behind closed doors.  sniffing a scoop. ringing phones. lying for over a decade. cramming and crowding.  cold grays.  war.  fluorescent lights.  treason.  shuffled papers.  the jungle.  a weight on your shoulders. fresh coffee. thousands of deaths. burglary.  finding your voice.  risking everything.  propaganda.tough choices. exposure.  type being set by hand. workplace rivalries.  abuses of power.  security breaches. hierarchy. a bed strewn with papers and books. paranoia. orders. clicking keys. redacted files. desk clutter.  cigarette smoke.  precious cargo.  vanished technologies.  suspenseful conversations. facing charges.  courtroom battles.  suits and ties.

DARKEST HOUR  : never surrendering.  duty.  countless negotiations.  the flash of cameras.  beaches. historic buildings.  guzzling booze. resignation. utter catastrophe. bunkers. radio broadcasts. going against the odds.  bathed in red light. a sense of humor.   allies. shouting matches.  small square windows.selfishness. walking with a cane. war rooms.  chandeliers.  dust floating in air. righteousness.  a poor reputation.  an elevator surrounded by darkness.  a world at war.  needing a miracle.  interruptions.  a last hope. cigar smoke.  quoting poetry. photos of a loved one.  a single sunbeam. monarchy. vanity.  rescue missions. refusing peace.  pallid chambers.  military uniforms. taking a stand. common folk.  suicide missions.  drums of war. tears down sullen cheeks.  reluctance.  complete collapse. evacuations. enveloped by fog.  changing history. blood, toil, tears and sweat.

THREE BILLBOARDS OUTSIDE EBBING, MISSOURI  :   severe burns.  police uniforms.  sirens. the calmness of a deer. strumming guitars. grieving. horrifying memories. sucker punches. a lack of respect.  facing threats. skin under fingernails. flicking cigarettes.  awkward dates.  nasty rumors. claustrophobia.  lush green pastures.  molotov cocktails.  the fire of anger and revenge.  strangers.  no remorse. bashing in windows.  the midwest.  provoking a fight. pointing fingers. being pressed for time.  rundown old houses. grey morality.  dark undercurrents. insurmountable losses. cruel laughs.  the american flag. dive bars.guilty no matter what.   buildings in flames. ambulances. coughing up blood. spitting.  chewing on fingernails. one versus many.  black and red. not understanding another’s feelings.  a mother and child. the pain of others.  a quest of justice. abandoned billboards.  a hardened gaze.  driving to nowhere.  small towns. last letters. absurd violence.

CALL ME BY YOUR NAME  : heartbreak.  unbuttoned shirts.  fields of flowers. having to say goodbye.  cobblestone streets. rendezvous at midnight. battling temptation. academic paperwork.  peeling an orange. 80’s nostalgia. classical music. long walks.  ancient artifacts.  abundant orchards.  shoulder massages. expressive sexuality. remembering everything. staring into a fireplace.  dipping your feet in cool water. uncertainty. villa vacations. curly hair.  longing gazes. riding a bicycle around. mystery of love.  balconies. swimming naked. first times.  bathing suits.  roman statues.  secret sensuality. peaches.  piano music.  sun-soaked summer. having your nose in a book. just rooms apart.  crystal blue water. growing attractions.  changing your name. intimacy beyond physical.  love affairs. rich wines.  finding pleasure in grief. daring to desire. european lyricism.  loving father figures.  dancing to disco. laying in green grass.  awkward adolescence. hands interlinked.  sentimental jewelry. connection through identity. the magen david.

DUNKIRK  :  burying a body.  warm cider.  narrow escapes. a race against time.  a small boat. all hope lost. being unable to come home.  taken prisoner. shipwrecks.  assuming the identity of someone else. setting fire to it all.  smoke rising from a crash. sea foam.  seaports.  rendered blind. dropping to take cover. land, sea, and air. entangled in chain.  toast with jam.  suspense.  waiting for escape.  wounded men. lying in the sand. trauma. blank spaces.  sinking ships.  commended a hero.  cocking a gun. swallowed by darkness.  bullet holes. obstacles and delays.  a hero’s welcome. planes overhead.  the sounds of a ticking clock. bullets ricocheting off metal. people by the thousands.  shell-shocked.  the explosions of shells on shores.  the sound of destruction. rising tides.  head injuries. target practice.  compressed time and space. the perennial threat of death.  oil ignited into flames. lying for the greater good.   blocking out the noise.  primal dangers. taking command.  sole survivor.

GET OUT  : deer antlers.  suburbs.  hypnosis. strange behavior.  familial tension. chopping wood.  uneasy stares. tears and a smile. deception. fight or flight.  blindness.  survival.  sinking into the floor. watching but powerless. strapped to a chair. plugged ears. a failed handshake. car accidents.  sunken places. something out of a nightmare. going hysterical.  bingo cards. smoking cigarettes.  static on a television set.  doing more harm than good. a hint of a smile.  a stranger in any environment that is foreign to them. waiting for someone to come when they never will. overturned candles.  wealthy garden parties.  constantly looking over your shoulder.silence no matter how hard you scream.  trances.  catharsis.  a battle of wills. layers being peeled back. a cup of tea.  nosebleeds.  addiction.  last bits of life leaving a body.  black and white photography.  sprinting at high speeds. conspiracies. surgery. blankly polite speech.  noise of a spoon scraping across a teacup.   a deer in headlights. staring at your own reflection. unable to sleep. loyal friends.

LADY BIRD : california landscapes. budding romance.  uniforms. consolation. plain and luscious colors.  apologizing.  boorish sex. prom dresses.  secondhand dresses.  strong personalities. the theatre.  being simultaneously warm and scary.  battling depression. 90’s fashion.  dreaming of elsewhere. partying. signatures on a cast. living on the wrong side of the tracks.  not being bound by any era. rejection.  sparklers.  thrift stores.  high school.  identity crisis.  a place that looks like a memory.  going behind backs.  disappointed parents.  catholicism.  poverty.  busy new york city streets. monotonous hometowns. shitty bands.  teenage anarchy. drifting in and out of friendships. menial jobs. red hair. self-given names.  coming-of-age.  a broken arm. excessive drinking.  first kisses.  cupcakes.  smudged eye makeup.  strained relationships.  screaming in the middle of the street. thoughtful letters. standing out. decorated bedroom walls. having a change of heart. expressing individuality.

Tagged by: @nontale​ (Thanks!) Tagging: Anyone and everyone!

#headcanons

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* ☆ BEST PICTURE NOMINEES (2018) AESTHETICS.  repost, don’t reblog. BOLD whatever applies. tag whoever you want and feel free to add to the categories.

THE SHAPE OF WATER : early mornings. art on an easel. being trapped. flashy cars. speaking volumes without a word. being submerged. learning and adapting. raindrops on windows.  bubbles rising in water. cats.  taboo desires. tanks of water. kitschy nostalgia. kissing underwater. silence. isolation. golden age hollywood. sign language. scales. egg shells. jell-o. the smell of cleaning supplies. creature features. the space race. red coats. monstrous fairy tales. lab coats. lunches in brown bags. the click of shoes. smog.  dance routines. slices of pie. toxic masculinity. chains. government secrets. seeing past flaws. floating aimlessly. needles. greens and blues.  deep, inexorable scars. gills.  music from the 30′s.  retro-futurism. bloody handprints.  routines.  record players. old movies. love in unexpected places.

PHANTOM THREAD  :  a doll in a gilded birdcage. butter to bread. the death of a mother. cycles. hidden messages.  a disruptive presence. longing. wedding gowns. posh control. post-war. brightly coloured socks. inner turmoil. poison. an air of quiet death.  hallucinations. family dysfunction. rich fabrics. curses. soft piano music. restrained anger. spinning out of control. artist and muse. dark love. pastels. peace in the countryside. clockwork dynamics. perfection. wild mushrooms.  giving up every piece of yourself. rags to riches. ghosts. new year’s. lingering gazes. needle and thread. fine dining. hearing every sound. being ambushed. ego. flowing dresses. a person out of place. defiance. ink to paper. an artist tortured by their art.  obsessive personalities. peepholes. soothing elegance. silk. spiral staircases. driving at high speeds. high society.

THE POST : typewriters. newspapers.  tense climates. distrust of authority.  internal battles.  a legacy at stake.  secrets. cover-ups.  defending what you believe. peering through windows. melodrama. political corruption. behind closed doors. sniffing a scoop. ringing phones. lying for over a decade.  cramming and crowding. cold grays.  war. fluorescent lights. treason. shuffled papers. the jungle. a weight on your shoulders. fresh coffee. thousands of deaths. burglary.  finding your voice.  risking everything. propaganda. tough choices. exposure.  type being set by hand. workplace rivalries. abuses of power. security breaches. hierarchy. a bed strewn with papers and books. paranoia. orders. clicking keys. redacted files. desk clutter. cigarette smoke.  precious cargo.  vanished technologies.  suspenseful conversations. facing charges.  courtroom battles.  suits and ties.

LADY BIRD : california landscapes. budding romance. uniforms. consolation. plain and luscious colours.  apologising. prom dresses.  secondhand dresses. strong personalities. the theatre.  being simultaneously warm and scary. battling depression. 90’s fashion. dreaming of elsewhere. partying. signatures on a cast. living on the wrong side of the tracks. not being bound by any era. rejection. sparklers.  thrift stores. high school. identity crisis.  a place that looks like a memory.  going behind backs.  disappointed parents.  catholicism.  poverty.  busy new york city streets. monotonous hometowns. shitty bands. teenage anarchy. drifting in and out of friendships. menial jobs. red hair. self-given names. coming-of-age.  a broken arm. excessive drinking.  first kisses. cupcakes.  smudged eye makeup.  strained relationships.  screaming in the middle of the street. thoughtful letters. standing out. decorated bedroom walls. having a change of heart. expressing individuality.

GET OUT  : deer antlers.  suburbs.  hypnosis. strange behaviour. familial tension. chopping wood. uneasy stares. tears and a smile. deception. fight or flight. blindness. survival. sinking into the floor. watching but powerless. strapped to a chair. plugged ears. a failed handshake. car accidents. sunken places. something out of a nightmare. going hysterical. bingo cards. smoking cigarettes.  static on a television set. doing more harm than good. a hint of a smile.  a stranger in any environment that is foreign to them. waiting for someone to come when they never will. overturned candles.  wealthy garden parties. constantly looking over your shoulder. silence no matter how hard you scream.  trances. catharsis. a battle of wills. layers being peeled back. a cup of tea.  nosebleeds.  addiction. last bits of life leaving a body.  black and white photography.  sprinting at high speeds. conspiracies. surgery. blankly polite speech. noise of a spoon scraping across a teacup.  a deer in headlights. staring at your own reflection. unable to sleep. loyal friends.

DUNKIRK  : burying a body. warm cider. narrow escapes. a race against time. a small boat. all hope lost. being unable to come home. taken prisoner. shipwrecks.assuming the identity of someone else.  setting fire to it all.  smoke rising from a crash. sea foam.  seaports. rendered blind. dropping to take cover. land, sea, and air.  entangled in chain. toast with jam.  suspense. waiting for escape. wounded men. lying in the sand. trauma. blank spaces. sinking ships. commended a hero. cocking a gun. swallowed by darkness. bullet holes. obstacles and delays. a hero’s welcome. planes overhead. the sounds of a ticking clock. bullets ricocheting off metal. people by the thousands. shell-shocked.  the explosions of shells on shores. the sound of destruction. rising tides.  head injuries. target practice. compressed time and space. the perennial threat of death. oil ignited into flames. lying for the greater good.   blocking out the noise.  primal dangers. taking command.  sole survivor.

CALL ME BY YOUR NAME  : heartbreak.  unbuttoned shirts. fields of flowers. having to say goodbye. cobblestone streets. rendezvous at midnight. battling temptation. academic paperwork. peeling an orange. 80’s nostalgia. classical music. long walks. ancient artefacts. abundant orchards. shoulder massages. expressive sexuality. remembering everything. staring into a fireplace. dipping your feet in cool water. uncertainty. villa vacations. curly hair. longing gazes. riding a bicycle around. mystery of love. balconies. swimming naked. first times. bathing suits.  roman statues. secret sensuality. peaches. piano music. sun-soaked summer. having your nose in a book. just rooms apart. crystal blue water. growing attractions.  changing your name. intimacy beyond physical.  love affairs. rich wines.  finding pleasure in grief. daring to desire. european lyricism. loving father figures. dancing to disco. laying in green grass. awkward adolescence. hands interlinked. sentimental jewellry. connection through identity. the magen david.

THREE BILLBOARDS OUTSIDE EBBING, MISSOURI  :   severe burns.  police uniforms. sirens. the calmness of a deer. strumming guitars. grieving. horrifying memories. sucker punches. a lack of respect. facing threats.. skin under fingernails. flicking cigarettes. awkward dates.  nasty rumours. claustrophobia.  lush green pastures.  molotov cocktails.  the fire of anger and revenge.  strangers.  no remorse. bashing in windows.  the midwest.  provoking a fight. pointing fingers. being pressed for time.  rundown old houses. grey morality. dark undercurrents. insurmountable losses. cruel laughs.  the american flag. dive bars. guilty no matter what.   buildings in flames. ambulances. coughing up blood. spitting.  chewing on fingernails. one versus many.  black and red.  not understanding another’s feelings.  a mother and child. the pain of others. a quest of justice. abandoned billboards.  a hardened gaze.  driving to nowhere. small towns. last letters. absurd violence.

DARKEST HOUR  : never surrendering.  duty.  countless negotiations.  the flash of cameras. beaches. historic buildings.  guzzling booze. resignation. utter catastrophe. bunkers. radio broadcasts. going against the odds.  bathed in red light. a sense of humor. allies. shouting matches.  small square windows. selfishness. walking with a cane. war rooms. chandeliers. dust floating in air. righteousness.  a poor reputation.  an elevator surrounded by darkness.  a world at war.  needing a miracle. interruptions. a last hope. cigar smoke. quoting poetry. photos of a loved one. a single sunbeam. monarchy. vanity.  rescue missions. refusing peace. pallid chambers.  military uniforms. taking a stand. common folk.  suicide missions.  drums of war. tears down sullen cheeks. reluctance. complete collapse. evacuations. enveloped by fog. changing history.  blood, toil, tears and sweat.

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[thedemonkingganon]

BEST PICTURE NOMINEES (2018) AESTHETICS.   repost, don’t reblog. bold whatever applies. tag whoever you want and feel free to add to the categories.

THE SHAPE OF WATER : early mornings. art on an easel. being trapped. flashy cars. self-righteous intolerance. speaking volumes without a word. being submerged. learning and adapting. raindrops on windows.  bubbles rising in water. cats. taboo desires. tanks of water.  kitschy nostalgia. kissing underwater. silence.  isolation. golden age hollywood.  sign language.  scales.  egg shells. jell-o. the smell of cleaning supplies. creature features. the space race. red coats. monstrous fairy tales.  lab coats. lunches in brown bags. the click of shoes. smog.  dance routines.  slices of pie. toxic masculinity. chains. government secrets. seeing past flaws. floating aimlessly. needles. greens and blues.  deep, inexorable scars. gills.  music from the 30′s.  retro-futurism. bloody handprints.  routines. record players. old movies. love in unexpected places.

PHANTOM THREAD  :  a doll in a gilded birdcage.  butter to bread. the death of a mother . cycles .hidden messages.  a disruptive presence.  longing. wedding gowns.  posh control. post-war. brightly colored socks. inner turmoil. poison. an air of quiet death.  hallucinations. family dysfunction. rich fabrics.  curses. soft piano music. restrained anger. spinning out of control.  artist and muse. dark love.  pastels. peace in the countryside. clockwork dynamics. perfection.  wild mushrooms.  giving up every piece of yourself.  rags to riches.  ghosts.  new year’s.  lingering gazes.  needle and thread. fine dining. hearing every sound.  being ambushed. ego. flowing dresses.  a person out of place. defiance.  ink to paper.  an artist tortured by their art.  obsessive personalities.  peepholes.  soothing elegance.  silk. spiral staircases.  driving at high speeds. high society.

THE POST : typewriters. newspapers.  tense climates.  distrust of authority. internal battles.  a legacy at stake. secrets.  cover-ups.  defending what you believe. peering through windows. melodrama. political corruption.  behind closed doors.  sniffing a scoop. ringing phones. lying for over a decade. cramming and crowding.  cold grays.  war.  fluorescent lights.  treason.  shuffled papers.  the jungle.  a weight on your shoulders. fresh coffee. thousands of deaths. burglary.  finding your voice.  risking everything.  propaganda.tough choices. exposure. type being set by hand. workplace rivalries.  abuses of power.  security breaches. hierarchy. a bed strewn with papers and books. paranoia. orders. clicking keys. redacted files. desk clutter.  cigarette smoke.  precious cargo.  vanished technologies.  suspenseful conversations. facing charges.  courtroom battles.  suits and ties.

DARKEST HOUR  : never surrendering. duty.  countless negotiations.  the flash of cameras.  beaches. historic buildings.  guzzling booze. resignation. utter catastrophe. bunkers. radio broadcasts. going against the odds.  bathed in red light. a sense of humor.   allies. shouting matches.  small square windows.selfishness. walking with a cane. war rooms.  chandeliers.  dust floating in air. righteousness.  a poor reputation.  an elevator surrounded by darkness.  a world at war. needing a miracle.  interruptions.  a last hope. cigar smoke.  quoting poetry. photos of a loved one.  a single sunbeam. monarchy. vanity.  rescue missions. refusing peace.  pallid chambers.  military uniforms. taking a stand. common folk.  suicide missions.  drums of war. tears down sullen cheeks.  reluctance.  complete collapse. evacuations. enveloped by fog.  changing history. blood, toil, tears and sweat.

THREE BILLBOARDS OUTSIDE EBBING, MISSOURI  :   severe burns.  police uniforms.  sirens. the calmness of a deer. strumming guitars. grieving. horrifying memories. sucker punches. a lack of respect.  facing threats. skin under fingernails. flicking cigarettes.  awkward dates.  nasty rumors. claustrophobia.  lush green pastures.  molotov cocktails.  the fire of anger and revenge.  strangers. no remorse. bashing in windows. the midwest.  provoking a fight. pointing fingers. being pressed for time.  rundown old houses. grey morality.  dark undercurrents. insurmountable losses. cruel laughs.  the american flag. dive bars.guilty no matter what.   buildings in flames. ambulances. coughing up blood. spitting.  chewing on fingernails. one versus many.  black and red. not understanding another’s feelings.  a mother and child. the pain of others.  a quest of justice. abandoned billboards.  a hardened gaze.  driving to nowhere.  small towns. last letters. absurd violence.

CALL ME BY YOUR NAME  : heartbreak.  unbuttoned shirts.  fields of flowers. having to say goodbye.  cobblestone streets. rendezvous at midnight. battling temptation. academic paperwork. peeling an orange. 80’s nostalgia. classical music. long walks. ancient artifacts.  abundant orchards.  shoulder massages. expressive sexuality. remembering everything. staring into a fireplace.  dipping your feet in cool water. uncertainty. villa vacations. curly hair.  longing gazes. riding a bicycle around. mystery of love.  balconies. swimming naked. first times.  bathing suits.  roman statues.  secret sensuality. peaches.  piano music.  sun-soaked summer. having your nose in a book. just rooms apart.  crystal blue water. growing attractions.  changing your name. intimacy beyond physical.  love affairs. rich wines.  finding pleasure in grief. daring to desire. european lyricism.  loving father figures.  dancing to disco. laying in green grass.  awkward adolescence. hands interlinked.  sentimental jewelry. connection through identity. the magen david.

DUNKIRK  : burying a body.  warm cider.  narrow escapes. a race against time.  a small boat. all hope lost. being unable to come home.  taken prisoner. shipwrecks.  assuming the identity of someone else. setting fire to it all.  smoke rising from a crash. sea foam.  seaports. rendered blind. dropping to take cover. land, sea, and air. entangled in chain.  toast with jam.  suspense.  waiting for escape.  wounded men. lying in the sand. trauma. blank spaces.  sinking ships.  commended a hero.  cocking a gun. swallowed by darkness.  bullet holes. obstacles and delays.  a hero’s welcome. planes overhead.  the sounds of a ticking clock. bullets ricocheting off metal. people by the thousands.  shell-shocked.  the explosions of shells on shores.  the sound of destruction. rising tides.  head injuries. target practice.  compressed time and space. the perennial threat of death.  oil ignited into flames. lying for the greater good.   blocking out the noise. primal dangers. taking command.  sole survivor.

GET OUT  : deer antlers.  suburbs.  hypnosis. strange behavior. familial tension. chopping wood.  uneasy stares. tears and a smile. deception. fight or flight.  blindness.  survival.  sinking into the floor. watching but powerless. strapped to a chair. plugged ears. a failed handshake. car accidents.  sunken places. something out of a nightmare. going hysterical.  bingo cards. smoking cigarettes.  static on a television set.  doing more harm than good. a hint of a smile.  a stranger in any environment that is foreign to them. waiting for someone to come when they never will. overturned candles.  wealthy garden parties.  constantly looking over your shoulder. silence no matter how hard you scream.  trances.  catharsis.  a battle of wills. layers being peeled back. a cup of tea.  nosebleeds.  addiction.  last bits of life leaving a body.  black and white photography.  sprinting at high speeds. conspiracies. surgery. blankly polite speech. noise of a spoon scraping across a teacup.   a deer in headlights. staring at your own reflection. unable to sleep. loyal friends.

LADY BIRD : california landscapes. budding romance.  uniforms. consolation. plain and luscious colors.  apologizing.  boorish sex. prom dresses.  secondhand dresses.  strong personalities. the theatre. being simultaneously warm and scary.  battling depression. 90’s fashion.  dreaming of elsewhere. partying. signatures on a cast. living on the wrong side of the tracks.  not being bound by any era. rejection.  sparklers.  thrift stores.  high school.  identity crisis.  a place that looks like a memory.  going behind backs.  disappointed parents. catholicism.  poverty.  busy new york city streets. monotonous hometowns. shitty bands.  teenage anarchy. drifting in and out of friendships. menial jobs. red hair. self-given names.  coming-of-age.  a broken arm. excessive drinking.  first kisses.  cupcakes.  smudged eye makeup.  strained relationships.  screaming in the middle of the street. thoughtful letters. standing out. decorated bedroom walls. having a change of heart. expressing individuality.

Tagged by: stole it from @electricea​ Tagging: you, and you, oh and you, and yes you too.

[theactualpilot]

Do the evens on both posts, 😘

2:Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel? Yes, who doesn’t?

4:Have you ever stolen a street sign before? No but I stole a cone before

6:Do you cut out coupons but then never use them? I do neither

8:Do you have freckles? I don’t think so. maybe one or two but not a lot

10:What is your biggest pet peeve? When people don’t let me finish talking I’d say

12:Have you ever peed in the woods? Yeah a ton, I love camping (also when i get drunk)

14:Do you ever dance even if theres no music playing? Not normally

16:How many people have you slept with this week? Zero

18:What is your Song of the week? not really of the week, but I’ve been listening to a lot of songs by Old Dominion recently

20:Do you still watch cartoons? Yeah sometimes

22:Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some? Under my house I think

24:What do you dip a chicken nugget in? BBQ or Honey Mustard

26:What movies could you watch over and over and still love? Saving Private Ryan, or Curious Case of Benjamin Button

28:Were you ever a boy/girl scout? Boyscout

30:When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper? A LOOONG time ago (anybody wanna be pen pals?)

32:Ever gotten a speeding ticket? Nope! All warnings lmao

34:Favorite kind of sandwich? Turkey melt

36:What is your usual bedtime? Anywhere from 1 - 3

38:When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Halloween? One year I went as anakin Skywalker

40:How many languages can you speak? Fluenty? One. learning? Italian and Russian

42:Which are better legos or lincoln logs? Legos gtfoh

44:Who is better…Leno or Letterman? I don’t watch either so idk

46:Are you afraid of heights? God yes lmao

48:Do you sing in the shower? Not normally. Maybe if I’m home alone

50:Ever used a gun? Mutliple times yes

52:Do you think musicals are cheesy? It depends on the musical. I love Hamilton

  54:Ever eat a pierogi? Yes theyre god damn amazing

56:Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? Astronaut, Pilot, at one point I wanted to be a car wash owner

58:Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? Yes

60:Wear slippers? Nope

62:What do you wear to bed? Boxers

64:Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? Target, fuck walmart

66:Cheetos Or Fritos? Fritos

68:Ever hear of the group Tres Bien? Nope

70:Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? Not Really, maybe something to do with aviation

72:Ever won a spelling bee? Nope

74:Own any record albums? nope

76:Regularly burn incense? Nope

78:Who would you like to see in concert? Old Dominion for sure

80:Hot tea or cold tea? Cold, and Sweet

82:Sugar or snickerdoodles? Por Que no los dos?

84:Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? Yes

86:DJ or band, at a wedding? DJ

88:Ever have plastic surgery? No?

90:Can you knit or crochet? Nope

92:Do you want to get married? I think so? I’ve heard horror stories from pilots so I’m scared, but I think to do

94:Who was your HS crush? I had a couple, a couple good friends that I’m still friends with

96:Do you have kids? I do not

98:Whats your favorite color? Blue

2. where do you see yourself living in 10 years? Seattle I hope or SLC

4. has your aesthetic changed at all in the last year? No, I don’t think it ever will

6. name three books that changed your life. Harry Potter Series, 11/22/63, and Cell by Stephen King

8. what three songs can you not get enough of right now? Hotel Key by Old Dominion, Ikuyo by KYLE, and Song for Another Time by Old Dominion

10. state an unpopular opinion that you have. Oh shit, I’m not sure, I don’t think I hold many unpopular opinions. Maybe, past 70 you must take a driving refresher every two years, and they can take your license away if they feel you’re unsafe

12. describe your ideal date? Go to a bar, talk and get to know each other, maybe go for a walk afterwards, hopefully lots of laughing. I’m pretty low key with first dates honestly

14. if you could have dinner with anybody, who would it be? My dad probably

16. what’s your favorite instrument? I don’t think I have one? Maybe Piano or Sax

18. what’s a topic that you wish you knew more about? Politics and current world matters. I’m unfortunately kinda ignorant when it comes to that and it makes making an informed decision hard

20. favorite fruit & vegetable? I looooove pears

22. favorite beverage? toss up between coffee, beer, and sweet tea

24. are you reading a book at the moment? what do you like about it? I’m not :( I should really start

26. what’s your favorite season & why? Autumn, its gorgeous, slightly chilly, i love flannels, halloween is a gorgeous holiday, I could go on.

28. what do you do when you need to de-stress? Deep breaths mainly. I try to step back and take a moment to gather myself

30. name an experience in your life you wish you could do over? College 100%

32. what’s your favorite weather? sunny without a cloud in the sky, or rainy

34. describe a time that you were brave. When my dad passed, or that one time I almost drowned

36. do you have a place you go to when you feel stressed/sad? Not really

38. what time is it where you are? 3:05 PM

40. got any summer plans? Summers almost over???

42. favorite film genre? Thriller, or Sci-Fi

44. describe your body without using any negative adjectives. Hairy, somewhat fit (depending on the day), nice to look at (I think)

46. are you on good terms with your parents? Yes

48. do you typically look for a partner with the same traits as you or someone to complement yours? Honestly, both. you can’t be completely opposite but you can’t be the exact same either

50. put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs to play. oh god this sucks okay

Gortoz A Ran by Denez Prigent

That Would Be Enough by Lin Manuel Miranda

I know him by Lin Manuel Miranda

American Idiot (Live) by Green Day

All Signs Point to Lauderdale by ADTR

We are Young, by Fun

The world As we Know It by Scary Kids Scaring Kids

Why Don’t We Just Dance by Josh Turner

Toxicity by System of a Down

Rolling in the Deep by Adele

Thanks for the ask, love :)

[coachshoe24]

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[martyrskap]

BEST PICTURE NOMINEES (2018) AESTHETICS.   repost, don’t reblog. bold whatever applies. tag whoever you want and feel free to add to the categories.

TAGGED BY :  @missionmade my wife TAGGING  :  @simnsays @fishsaves @gvinreed @bitterdeviance @detroitreznikoff @bewitcheds @artifilius @programbound n u !! i love y’all <3

THE SHAPE OF WATER  : early mornings. art on an easel. being trapped. flashy cars.  self-righteous intolerance. speaking volumes without a word. being submerged. learning and adapting. raindrops on windows.  bubbles rising in water.  cats.  taboo desires.  tanks of water.  kitschy nostalgia.  kissing underwater.  silence.  isolation. golden age hollywood.  sign language.  scales.  egg shells. jell-o.  the smell of cleaning supplies.  creature features. the space race. red coats. monstrous fairy tales.  lab coats. lunches in brown bags.the click of shoes.  smog.  dance routines.  slices of pie.  toxic masculinity. chains.  government secrets. seeing past flaws. floating aimlessly. needles. greens and blues.  deep, inexorable scars. gills.  music from the 30′s.  retro-futurism.  bloody handprints.routines. record players.  old movies. love in unexpected places.

PHANTOM THREAD  : a doll in a gilded birdcage.  butter to bread. the death of a mother. cycles. hidden messages. a disruptive presence.  longing.  wedding gowns.  posh control. post-war. brightly colored socks. inner turmoil. poison. an air of quiet death.  hallucinations. family dysfunction.  rich fabrics.  curses.  soft piano music.  restrained anger.  spinning out of control. artist and muse.  dark love.  pastels.  peace in the countryside.  clockwork dynamics.  perfection.  wild mushrooms. giving up every piece of yourself.  rags to riches.  ghosts.  new year’s. lingering gazes. needle and thread.  fine dining. hearing every sound.  being ambushed. ego.  flowing dresses. a person out of place.  defiance. ink to paper.  an artist tortured by their art.  obsessive personalities. peepholes.  soothing elegance.  silk.  spiral staircases.  driving at high speeds. high society.

THE POST  : typewriters.  newspapers. tense climates. distrust of authority. internal battles. a legacy at stake. secrets.  cover-ups. defending what you believe. peering through windows.  melodrama. political corruption.  behind closed doors. sniffing a scoop. ringing phones.  lying for over a decade.  cramming and crowding. cold grays. war. fluorescent lights.  treason.  shuffled papers. the jungle. a weight on your shoulders. fresh coffee. thousands of deaths. burglary. finding your voice.  risking everything.propaganda. tough choices. exposure. type being set by hand. workplace rivalries. abuses of power.  security breaches.  hierarchy.  a  bed strewn with papers and books.  paranoia. orders. clicking keys.  redacted files. desk clutter.  cigarette smoke. precious cargo.  vanished technologies. suspenseful conversations. facing charges.  courtroom battles.  suits and ties.

DARKEST HOUR  : never surrendering. duty. countless negotiations.  the flash of cameras.  beaches.  historic buildings.  guzzling booze.  resignation. utter catastrophe. bunkers.  radio broadcasts.  going against the odds. bathed in red light. a sense of humor. allies.  shouting matches.  small square windows.  selfishness.  walking with a cane.  war rooms. chandeliers.  dust floating in air.  righteousness. a poor reputation.  an elevator surrounded by darkness. a world at war. needing a miracle. interruptions. a last hope. cigar smoke. quoting poetry.  photos of a loved one.  a single sunbeam.  monarchy.  vanity. rescue missions.  refusing peace.  pallid chambers.  military uniforms.  taking a stand. common folk. suicide missions. drums of war.  tears down sullen cheeks.  reluctance.  complete collapse. evacuations.  enveloped by fog. changing history. blood, toil, tears and sweat.

THREE BILLBOARDS OUTSIDE EBBING, MISSOURI  :   severe burns.  police uniforms. sirens. the calmness of a deer.  strumming guitars. grieving. horrifying memories.  sucker punches. a lack of respect. facing threats.  skin under fingernails. flicking cigarettes.  awkward dates.  nasty rumors.  claustrophobia. lush green pastures. molotov cocktails.  the fire of anger and revenge.  strangers. no remorse.  bashing in windows.  the midwest. provoking a fight.  pointing fingers.  being pressed for time. rundown old houses.  grey morality. dark undercurrents.  insurmountable losses.  cruel laughs.  the american flag. dive bars.  guilty no matter what. buildings in flames.  ambulances. coughing up blood. spitting.  chewing on fingernails.  one versus many. black and red. not understanding another’s feelings. a mother and child. the pain of others.  a quest of justice. abandoned billboards. a hardened gaze. driving to nowhere.  small towns.  last letters. absurd violence.

CALL ME BY YOUR NAME  :   heartbreak.  unbuttoned shirts. fields of flowers. having to say goodbye.  cobblestone streets.  rendezvous at midnight.  battling temptation. academic paperwork.  peeling an orange.  80’s nostalgia.  classical music.  long walks. ancient artifacts.  abundant orchards.  shoulder massages.  expressive sexuality. remembering everything. staring into a fireplace.  dipping your feet in cool water. uncertainty. villa vacations. curly hair. longing gazes. riding a bicycle around.  mystery of love. balconies.  swimming naked. first times.  bathing suits.  roman statues.  secret sensuality.  peaches.  piano music.  sun-soaked summer.  having your nose in a book. just rooms apart. crystal blue water. growing attractions.  changing your name. intimacy beyond physical. love affairs.  rich wines.  finding pleasure in grief. daring to desire.  european lyricism. loving father figures. dancing to disco.  laying in green grass.  awkward adolescence. hands interlinked. sentimental jewelry. connection through identity. the magen david.

DUNKIRK :  burying a body.  warm cider. narrow escapes.  a race against time. a small boat. all hope lost. being unable to come home.  taken prisoner. shipwrecks.  assuming the identity of someone else. setting fire to it all.  smoke rising from a crash. sea foam.  seaports.  rendered blind.  dropping to take cover. land, sea, and air.  entangled in chain. toast with jam. suspense. waiting for escape. wounded men. lying in the sand. trauma. blank spaces.  sinking ships. commended a hero. cocking a gun.  swallowed by darkness.  bullet holes.obstacles and delays.  a hero’s welcome. planes overhead.  the sounds of a ticking clock. bullets ricocheting off metal.  people by the thousands. shell-shocked. the explosions of shells on shores. the sound of destruction.  rising tides. head injuries. target practice.  compressed time and space.  the perennial threat of death. oil ignited into flames. lying for the greater good.   blocking out the noise.  primal dangers. taking command. sole survivor.

GET OUT  : deer antlers. suburbs.  hypnosis.  strange behavior. familial tension. chopping wood. uneasy stares. tears and a smile. deception. fight or flight. blindness. survival.sinking into the floor. watching but powerless. strapped to a chair. plugged ears. a failed handshake.  car accidents.  sunken places.  something out of a nightmare. going hysterical. bingo cards.  smoking cigarettes. static on a television set. doing more harm than good. a hint of a smile. a stranger in any environment that is foreign to them. waiting for someone to come when they never will. overturned candles.  wealthy garden parties.  constantly looking over your shoulder. silence no matter how hard you scream.  trances.  catharsis. a battle of wills.  layers being peeled back. a cup of tea. nosebleeds. addiction. last bits of life leaving a body. black and white photography. sprinting at high speeds. conspiracies.  surgery. blankly polite speech.  noise of a spoon scraping across a teacup.  a deer in headlights. staring at your own reflection. unable to sleep. loyal friends.

LADY BIRD : california landscapes.  budding romance. uniforms.  consolation.  plain and luscious colors. apologizing. boorish sex.  prom dresses.  secondhand dresses.strong personalities. the theatre. being simultaneously warm and scary.  battling depression. 90’s fashion.  dreaming of elsewhere. partying. signatures on a cast. living on the wrong side of the tracks.  not being bound by any era. rejection.  sparklers.  thrift stores.  high school.  identity crisis. a place that looks like a memory. going behind backs.  disappointed parents. catholicism.  poverty.  busy new york city streets.  monotonous hometowns.  shitty bands.  teenage anarchy.  drifting in and out of friendships.  menial jobs. red hair.  self-given names. coming-of-age. a broken arm. excessive drinking.  first kisses.  cupcakes.  smudged eye makeup. strained relationships. screaming in the middle of the street. thoughtful letters.  standing out. decorated bedroom walls.  having a change of heart. expressing individuality.

#▽ SPARE PARTS. ( character study )

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#all i did was get weasel'd a bunch yesterday and kept making new characters as a result because i wanted to do a clean run from the tutorial

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Everyone on here when the new season dropped: *starts speculating on how the season is going to shake out in terms of story beats*

me, who remembers that Savathun can potentially grow more powerful the more incorrect guesses and successful misdirections she has made about her plans: what are y’all fucking doing

77 notes • Posted 2021-08-27 23:55:12 GMT

#4

Me thinking Cabal is an assigned alien race name that's just there for thematic elements, like how Fallen is for the Eliksni, circa 2017: big rhino people with roman aesthetic cool and good

Me circa February 2020, finding out the word "Cabal"'s antisemitic roots + the compunding bullshit with each week: hey bungie, what the fuck?

80 notes • Posted 2021-02-18 00:46:12 GMT

#3

I imagine that Felwinter isn’t the only Exo that seems emotionless. Like, Felwinter was an extra-special case: he was formerly only a machine, and so lacks most if not all humanisms. If you met him in his early days, his gaze would tend to lock with his whole body facing you, and his voice carried no inflection whatsoever. Over time he learned, but he was still odd. Imagine if other Exos carry similar traits. The resets clear out the memories, but are supposed to leave the experiences, right? But it’s hard to differentiate the two perfectly, hard to have a clean cut between the two through all those years. Just as some Exos have snippets of things they shouldn’t remember, there are also sensations, rules, things that should be done by rote for their simulated nerves, but just don’t. Maybe it’s full-on eye contact that doesn’t just look at you, but through you, like a camera sweeping over you only to stop. Or maybe it’s speaking patterns, some words or inflections forgotten, making speech stilted or odd.

167 notes • Posted 2021-01-26 00:54:40 GMT

#2

thinking about how the Light reacts to stress.

A Dawnblade arrives too late to help a village in Old Russia, the last of the innocents that had treated them right during their first days as a Risen now dead on the ground as fodder for the Thralls that charge them while a Wizard laughs in the distance. As the sun dips below the horizon, the warlock ignites, as bright as midday, howling with fury and fervor, the Solar Light weaving wings as tall as the forest’s trees as the angel that stood where the guardian had charges, their eyes molten with rage and Light.

A Striker sprints, trying to defend their Lightless love, the one person that won’t come back if killed in their life. They will themselves into a Thundercrash, first a missile, then a bolt, white-hot with desperation and as large as a Thresher, before slamming into the ground mere inches from their beloved, the Arc Light twisting and writhing before spearing out, a thousand bolts swirling around them and their lover like a raging hydra.

A Nightstalker reaches for the Void in a panic, up against Taken in some dim corner of the Dreaming City, and feels reality bend and screech like twisting steel around them as their form disappears into the aether. The flailing of their arms become unseen scythes that part their opponents from every direction, the horrible keening of reality the only thing anchoring the Hunter to the world they knew as they see with a thousand invisible eyes and strike with a million intangible hands, only for the noise to stop and the guardian breathes, heavily and deep, as the fragments of Taken seep into the fabric of this once holy place.

198 notes • Posted 2021-03-01 05:11:36 GMT

#1

“The death of Uldren Sov will have it’s consequences. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow. But the day will come. I hope we will survive it.” -Zavala at the end of the Forsaken campaign

me, 9 seasons later: *worried laughter*

231 notes • Posted 2021-02-25 15:47:53 GMT

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#my 2021 tumblr year in review #I really do be posting on here huh

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1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?

You are enough by sleeping at last, Good old days by macklemore and kesha, Blood//Water by Grandson, Eyes to the sky by Jon Bellion, High hopes by panic! at the disco, and Cowboy casanova by Carrie Underwood (I know its alot of genres)

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

TOM HOLLAND

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

“We looked carefully, but saw no apparitions”

4: What do you think about most?

This is going to sound full of myself, but i think about myself alot. I just like to self reflect and try to improve whatever i think can be improved upon.

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?

“No problem, I can try to make it work”

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?

with. I live with too many people to be sleeping nude.

7: What’s your strangest talent?

I can scream EXACTLY like a horror movie. I had to pretend to be a murdered scream for this real life clue thing once and it was awesome

8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)

Girls…. are absolutely goddesses and I fall in love with every one.

Boys…. are devilish jokers I wish I could stop falling for.

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?

I think so? There’s a guy who likes me and would send me poems about “some mystery girl” who I’m like 98% sure is me

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?

probs like last week

11: Do you have any strange phobias?

I have zoophobia actually, I love animals but they give me a huge amount of anxiety so I’ve been trying to get over it

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?

I- I don’t know

13: What’s your religion?

I’m a christian, I actually got saved last year around this time!

14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

Swimming

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

behind. always.

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

Lately it’s been Sleeping at Last. They’re so calm but meaningful I love it

17: What was the last lie you told?

“Nooooooooooo, hahahahahaha, why would I like you???? No offense I mean you’re really… uhm. nevermind. no, I don’t” 

18: Do you believe in karma?

Abso-fuckin-lutely

19: What does your URL mean?

nothing really

20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

I’ve been told they’re the same thing: I’m a really caring and sympathetic person which makes me good with people but also too trusting and gullible

21: Who is your celebrity crush?

TOM HOLLAND

22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?

no, but I lowkey really want to??? when I was little I read about it in nancy drew without even fully realizing what it was and I always wanted to try it

23: How do you vent your anger?

Usually by working out? I always joke that I don’t work out alot, but I bike/swim/walk/dance/do a ton of random muscle workouts pretty daily

24: Do you have a collection of anything?

I have a collection of lipsticks if that counts

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

it depends on the person, but I personally prefer video chatting just cause it’s easier to read body language

26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

I feel like there’s ALOT of room to improve tbh

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

nails on a chalkboard ; dude anyone with a deep voice (no matter what they identify as) has my heart in a second of speaking

28: What’s your biggest “what if”?

probably the usual “what if this had worked out” with a previous crush

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

yes. also yes. (don’t judge me)

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

my pillow and my bed

31: Smell the air. What do you smell?

stale air. it is summer and hot. please send help.

32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

this is gonna sound terrible, but probably in our car? I have so many bad memories and I hate driving it with a passion

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?

west coast

34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?

Shawn mendes, no doubt

35: To you, what is the meaning of life?

Helping other people

36: Define Art.

An expression of emotion so strong it makes the viewer also feel emotion

37: Do you believe in luck?

yes

38: What’s the weather like right now?

hOt

39: What time is it?

early evening

40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

yes, not yet cause I barely ever drive

41: What was the last book you read?

the Odesseye

42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?

no???

43: Do you have any nicknames?

Way too many. My latest was “miracle” given to me by a ton of adorable middle schoolers who couldn’t remember anything but the first three letters of my name

44: What was the last film you saw?

the greatest showman

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

A sprained ankle

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?

Yeah, it’s a long story but this one I think tried to have sex with my finger

47: Do you have any obsessions right now?

dude I always do. Jane the Virgin is television gOLD

48: What’s your sexual orientation?

Right now I identify as either bisexual or pansexual 

49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?

just small ones about who I like (that weren’t true and complicated friendships)

50: Do you believe in magic?

I don’t know

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

yeah, I’ve been trying to get better at it

52: What is your astrological sign?

Saggittarious

53: Do you save money or spend it?

I spend money way too easily, I’ve been trying to learn how to save more

54: What’s the last thing you purchased?

A pretzel 

55: Love or lust?

love

56: In a relationship?

I wish

57: How many relationships have you had?

None that I’d like to count

58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

nope

59: Where were you yesterday?

At a bonfire

60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?

ohhhhh yeah

61: Are you wearing socks right now?

nope

62: What’s your favourite animal?

cats.

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

Friendship wise it’s just asking how their day is and asking if their doing okay. Romantic wise, I am soooo mean to people I like so usually just teasing them and buying them food

64: Where is your best friend?

right now at her home hopefully

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.

@sophietheadventurer @s1n-am0n @darhwolf @undead-aesthetic @xqueenofpunsx

66: What is your heritage?

Mostly irish but my dad’s side has a heck of a lot of russian cause my great grandma is from Ukraine

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?

sleeping like a wimp

68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?

mcdevil

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?

Nope

70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

I don’t know actually, I try to be the type of person I think a person NEEDS, so I would probs be pretty different if i was my friend

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

drown with the dog cause I can’t swim for crap but I’ll die trying

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

a) I would only tell a couple people at first, the rest I’d tell farther in b) spend time with my family and friends and travel a whole lot/probs write ALOT c) I’d be more sad I didn’t have more time with the people I care about

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.

love, I already don’t have trust let’s be real

74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

Good old days by macklemore just cause it’s amazing 

75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?

I’d give them out but like I already have way too many unknown numbers calling me

76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

Two people who connect on a mental/emotional/spiritual level who can be completely themselves with each other and don’t have to spend all their time together, but cherish every single minute

77: How can I win your heart?

food and musicals

78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?

I think in a lot of ways it can, but that’s a whole debate in and of itself

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

coming back to the same summer camp every year

80: What size shoes do you wear?

7 and ½

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

“Now the only extra she is is dead”

82: What is your favourite word?

chimney (long story)

83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.

falling in love

84: What is a saying you say a lot?

“It’s not a look” or “oH honEy nO”

85: What’s the last song you listened to?

“God made girls” It’s been stuck in my head for ages

86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours?

it changes almost daily but right now it’s a bright pink

87: What is your current desktop picture?

subtle gay art

88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?

That’s a hard question, too many horrible people alive

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

Someone irl asking my sexuality (i am very very deep in the closet)

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?

Probs go back to bed I’m a tired chick man

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?

Telepathy

92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

this one specific car ride I had with my sister when I was younger

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

my entire life as a thirteen year old

94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

tie between Kesha and Shawn Mendes

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

Greece

96: Do you have any relatives in jail?

not that I know of but most likely yeah

97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?

wayyyyy too many times

98: Ever been on a plane?

yes

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?

I would probably freeze up and say nothing

#long post #asks #answered #thanks dude #this actually helped me calm down alot

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THE SHAPE OF WATER  : early mornings. art on an easel. being trapped. flashy cars.  self-righteous intolerance. speaking volumes without a word. being submerged. learning and adapting. raindrops on windows.  bubbles rising in water.  cats.  taboo desires.  tanks of water.  kitschy nostalgia.  kissing underwater.  silence.  isolation. golden age hollywood.  sign language.  scales.  egg shells. jell-o.  the smell of cleaning supplies.  creature features. the space race. red coats. monstrous fairy tales.  lab coats. lunches in brown bags. the click of shoes.  smog.  dance routines.  slices of pie.  toxic masculinity. chains.  government secrets. seeing past flaws. floating aimlessly. needles. greens and blues.  deep, inexorable scars. gills.  music from the 30′s.  retro-futurism.  bloody handprints. routines. record players.  old movies. love in unexpected places.

PHANTOM THREAD  : a doll in a gilded birdcage.  butter to bread. the death of a mother. cycles. hidden messages. a disruptive presence.  longing.  wedding gowns.  posh control. post-war. brightly colored socks. inner turmoil. poison. an air of quiet death.  hallucinations. family dysfunction.  rich fabrics.  curses.  soft piano music.  restrained anger.  spinning out of control. artist and muse.  dark love.  pastels.  peace in the countryside.  clockwork dynamics.  perfection.  wild mushrooms. giving up every piece of yourself.  rags to riches.  ghosts.  new year’s. lingering gazes. needle and thread.  fine dining. hearing every sound.  being ambushed. ego.  flowing dresses. a person out of place.  defiance. ink to paper.  an artist tortured by their art.  obsessive personalities. peepholes.  soothing elegance.  silk.  spiral staircases.  driving at high speeds. high society.

THE POST  : typewriters.  newspapers. tense climates. distrust of authority. internal battles. a legacy at stake. secrets.  cover-ups. defending what you believe. peering through windows.  melodrama. political corruption.  behind closed doors. sniffing a scoop. ringing phones.  lying for over a decade.  cramming and crowding. cold grays. war. fluorescent lights.  treason.  shuffled papers. the jungle. a weight on your shoulders. fresh coffee. thousands of deaths. burglary. finding your voice.  risking everything. propaganda. tough choices. exposure. type being set by hand. workplace rivalries. abuses of power.  security breaches.  hierarchy.  a  bed strewn with papers and books.  paranoia. orders. clicking keys.  redacted files. desk clutter.  cigarette smoke. precious cargo.  vanished technologies. suspenseful conversations. facing charges.  courtroom battles.  suits and ties.

DARKEST HOUR  : never surrendering. duty. countless negotiations.  the flash of cameras.  beaches.  historic buildings.  guzzling booze.  resignation. utter catastrophe. bunkers.  radio broadcasts.  going against the odds. bathed in red light. a sense of humor. allies.  shouting matches.  small square windows.  selfishness.  walking with a cane.  war rooms. chandeliers.  dust floating in air.  righteousness. a poor reputation.  an elevator surrounded by darkness. a world at war. needing a miracle. interruptions. a last hope. cigar smoke. quoting poetry.  photos of a loved one.  a single sunbeam.  monarchy.  vanity. rescue missions.  refusing peace.  pallid chambers.  military uniforms.  taking a stand. common folk. suicide missions. drums of war.  tears down sullen cheeks.  reluctance.  complete collapse. evacuations.  enveloped by fog. changing history. blood, toil, tears and sweat.

THREE BILLBOARDS OUTSIDE EBBING, MISSOURI  :   severe burns.  police uniforms. sirens. the calmness of a deer.  strumming guitars. grieving. horrifying memories.  sucker punches. a lack of respect. facing threats.  skin under fingernails. flicking cigarettes.  awkward dates.  nasty rumors.  claustrophobia. lush green pastures. molotov cocktails.  the fire of anger and revenge.  strangers. no remorse.  bashing in windows.  the midwest. provoking a fight.  pointing fingers.  being pressed for time. rundown old houses.  grey morality. dark undercurrents.  insurmountable losses.  cruel laughs.  the american flag. dive bars.  guilty no matter what. buildings in flames.  ambulances. coughing up blood. spitting.  chewing on fingernails.  one versus many. black and red. not understanding another’s feelings. a mother and child. the pain of others.  a quest of justice. abandoned billboards. a hardened gaze. driving to nowhere.  small towns.  last letters. absurd violence.

CALL ME BY YOUR NAME  :   heartbreak.  unbuttoned shirts. fields of flowers. having to say goodbye.  cobblestone streets.  rendezvous at midnight.  battling temptation. academic paperwork.  peeling an orange.  80’s nostalgia.  classical music.  long walks. ancient artifacts.  abundant orchards.  shoulder massages.  expressive sexuality. remembering everything. staring into a fireplace.  dipping your feet in cool water. uncertainty. villa vacations. curly hair. longing gazes. riding a bicycle around.  mystery of love. balconies.  swimming naked. first times.  bathing suits.  roman statues.  secret sensuality.  peaches.  piano music.  sun-soaked summer.  having your nose in a book. just rooms apart. crystal blue water. growing attractions.  changing your name. intimacy beyond physical. love affairs.  rich wines.  finding pleasure in grief. daring to desire.  european lyricism. loving father figures. dancing to disco.  laying in green grass.  awkward adolescence. hands interlinked. sentimental jewelry. connection through identity. the magen david.

DUNKIRK :  burying a body.  warm cider. narrow escapes.  a race against time. a small boat. all hope lost. being unable to come home.  taken prisoner. shipwrecks.  assuming the identity of someone else. setting fire to it all.  smoke rising from a crash. sea foam.  seaports.  rendered blind.  dropping to take cover. land, sea, and air.  entangled in chain. toast with jam. suspense. waiting for escape. wounded men. lying in the sand. trauma. blank spaces.  sinking ships. commended a hero. cocking a gun.  swallowed by darkness.  bullet holes. obstacles and delays.  a hero’s welcome. planes overhead.  the sounds of a ticking clock. bullets ricocheting off metal.  people by the thousands. shell-shocked. the explosions of shells on shores. the sound of destruction.  rising tides. head injuries. target practice.  compressed time and space.  the perennial threat of death. oil ignited into flames. lying for the greater good.   blocking out the noise.  primal dangers. taking command. sole survivor.

GET OUT  : deer antlers. suburbs.  hypnosis.  strange behavior. familial tension. chopping wood. uneasy stares. tears and a smile. deception. fight or flight. blindness. survival. sinking into the floor. watching but powerless. strapped to a chair. plugged ears. a failed handshake.  car accidents.  sunken places.  something out of a nightmare. going hysterical. bingo cards.  smoking cigarettes. static on a television set. doing more harm than good. a hint of a smile. a stranger in any environment that is foreign to them. waiting for someone to come when they never will. overturned candles.  wealthy garden parties.  constantly looking over your shoulder. silence no matter how hard you scream.  trances.  catharsis. a battle of wills.  layers being peeled back. a cup of tea. nosebleeds. addiction. last bits of life leaving a body. black and white photography. sprinting at high speeds. conspiracies.  surgery. blankly polite speech.  noise of a spoon scraping across a teacup.  a deer in headlights. staring at your own reflection. unable to sleep. loyal friends.

LADY BIRD : california landscapes.  budding romance. uniforms.  consolation.  plain and luscious colors. apologizing. boorish sex.  prom dresses.  secondhand dresses. strong personalities. the theatre. being simultaneously warm and scary.  battling depression. 90’s fashion.  dreaming of elsewhere. partying. signatures on a cast. living on the wrong side of the tracks.  not being bound by any era. rejection.  sparklers.  thrift stores.  high school.  identity crisis. a place that looks like a memory. going behind backs.  disappointed parents. catholicism.  poverty.  busy new york city streets.  monotonous hometowns.  shitty bands.  teenage anarchy.  drifting in and out of friendships.  menial jobs. red hair.  self-given names. coming-of-age. a broken arm. excessive drinking.  first kisses.  cupcakes.  smudged eye makeup. strained relationships. screaming in the middle of the street. thoughtful letters.  standing out. decorated bedroom walls.  having a change of heart. expressing individuality.

#quoth the raven; ‘go fuck urself.’ [ooc] #how to behave like a human being? [MEME] #(thank u for the tag!!!) #(these are sm fun tbh)