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cressthebest · 1 day

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Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 22

chapter 38:

1. “"Right, so, your stylist?" Marlene asks, settling in as they continue to sway. "The one who looks like a fucking goddess? Yeah, so get this, she says we're friends…"”

james and marlene gossip sesh <3333333

2. 😧 MCGONNAGAL??????????

3. wait i think mcgonnagal is good. i’m pretty sure she’s from the phoenix. i’m not sure. i’m hopeful. i’m so hopeful

4. aww huey is kinda sweet. i like that’s he’s reg’s breath of fresh air when it comes to talking to the hallows

5. reg, i understand your anger, but please don’t make one of the only good sponsors feel bad

6. jealous james >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

7. “"I like your tea," James offers. "Maybe I'm biased, but it tastes better than anyone else's. What do you do to it?"

Regulus hums and lightly says, "I spit in it."

Without missing a beat, James replies, "Ah, that explains it."”

😭😭😭😭😭

8. “"Would you—" Regulus chokes on another relentless giggle, gasping a little. "Wait, would you actually drink my tea if I spit in it, James?"

"Love, I would let you spit directly into my mouth," James announces with absolutely no shame in his tone whatsoever.”

😭😭😭😭 james i love you

9. awww i love that barty is the most consistent part of reg’s life. i love barty

10. 😬 riddle is unconvinced in their love story. i- yikes

11. okay, right, mcgonnagal is good. thank god

12. dorcas wants to keep marlene out of the war, but only one of them has had a pov so far, so i’m not hopeful

13. oh shit marlene sounds hot

14. also, to add in, i’m so fucking glad there’s like no homophobia (that we know of) in this world

15. i do NOT want dorlene to be a tragedy in this universe

16. 😟 she gave back the ring. AHHHH

17. oh no. shit shit shit shit shit what did riddle do

18. “Riddle didn't even grant the liberty of leaving bodies behind for them to bury.” 😟😧

(but also, orion and walburga were dicks, so like, i’m not sad, just scared)

chapter 39:

1. aww regulus finally invites james in for tea

2. “On the day he accidentally kills a bee while tending to his flowers, he goes through the five stages of grief in less than an hour, which has nothing to do with the bee and everything to do with Vanity.” STOP! THE VANITY MENTION HURTS TOO MUCH

3. “When Regulus wants more time with him, he adds bagels, which James has now unconsciously been Pavloved into thinking of as his favorite food for that very reason.” STOP THATS SO GAY

4. sirius being dramatic about james and reg liking each other is TOP TIER in this fic, in the most realistic, aggravated, obnoxious, and completely loving way

5. BWAHAHAHHAHA JAMES GETTING A PIGGY BACK RIDE FROM SIRIUS IS GOLD

6. oh shit, (i’m not the best comprehensive reader, but i should have figured this out sooner), but from sirius’ perspective, he has to do the back and forth with remus his whole life. he doesn’t have the knowledge that i do, that a war is coming and they’ll finally get a chance to live together. he thinks he only gets to see remus once a year for two weeks at a time. this- this shit is heartbreaking yall

7. “”I watched him stand to his feet and tip himself into a river of blood in an act so tender that I'll never again be able to look at him with anything less than pure love. Every other member of the Black family, including you, fought and clawed their way home to their family, oftentimes to a family that never truly made them feel loved at all. Regulus? He fought and clawed through that arena, the entire time, for James. He's far more gentle than anyone gives him credit for."”

y’all, i’m crying over this. this is so lovely. effie is right, and i’m crying over how right she is

8. 😒 i know what’s coming. riddles a bitch. a right bitch. he’s gonna announce that previous victors are competing and i’m PISSED

9. so far, all three potters offered reggie food. they’re so hospitable, i love them

10. “He hasn't forgotten what it is to long for James. He still knows what it is to want him so badly that he'd be willing to kneel at the altar of James Potter and beg; he'd drop down on his hands and knees and crawl if that's what it took, if that would prove his devotion. He is the manifestation of longing built up with nowhere to go, and he craves, he yearns, he covets.”

both of them are so down bad

11. omg reg is so horny. his inner monologue is literally only like “”””“rip my clothes off please, read my mind and rip my clothes off”””””

12.AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I KNEW IT WAS COMING! BUT IM SO MAD!!! FUCK RIDDLE

13. effie is a queen. she is a godsend. and i’m so upset right now

14. not effie making them promise not to volunteer, and immediately james and sirius arguing over who’s gonna volunteer for her

15. i’m seething. i’m pissed beyond belief. i’m so angry it’s indescribable. my babies are going back into that arena. honestly, fuck riddle

#marauders #regulus black #james potter #fanfic #jegulus #sirius black #effie potter #euphemia potter #sunseeker #starchaser #dorcas x marlene #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #crimson rivers

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elysia-nsimp · 2 years

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And now, even MORE TWST as things my friends and I said!

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6

CW: stuff like. sex jokes and friendly bullying/threats (all lighthearted and in good fun)

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Yuu: And by that, I mean Jade

[THUNDER CRASHES OUTSIDE]

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Idia: all condoms are recipes for allergic reactions to me though because I’m actually allergic to sex /j

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Lilia: I have arriven

Lilia: it’s like arrived but fancier

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Dude at school: HEY CAN YOU GRANT THREE WISHES

Lilia: three wishes?

Dude: yes

Lilia: Hmm… if you give me your name!

Dude: Great! My name’s Blake

Lilia: Be careful what you wish for.

…: I wish for a [describes a super specific car], enough money to buy a house, and a sailboat that can take me across the sea

Lilia: Great! Your car doesn’t work, you can only afford a tiny shitty ass house—

…: [LAUGHING HIS ASS OFF]

Lilia: And your sailboat will sink after one trip across the sea.

Lilia: Enjoy your wishes! And thanks for your name, I’ll take good care of it~

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Floyd: My parents—who I KNOW can hear me right now—are going to be so disappointed when they start finding tiny plastic babies around the house. I will hide tiny plastic babies around the house. This is both a threat and a promise.

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Cater: Some people just know where they belong. Like me! I belong in horny jail.

Cater: Which is really ironic because I’m demi… it’s like I’m not usually horny, but then I really am!

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Azul, playing DnD: My character lets out a shrek- SHRIEK-

Idia: Azul let out a SHREK /j

Idia: who let the dogs out but it’s badly rendered Shrek models t-posing /j

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Cater, pointing at a drawing of a dead flower (x eyes and all): that’s me

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Ruggie: I’m so fucking god that it’s cold

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Azul: jumps several hundred of feet off a cliff, survives

Idia: mecore

Azul: WHA- WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

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Idia: CAUSE BABY TONIGHT, THE CREEPERS TRYING TO STEAL ALL OUR STUFF AGAAAAIIII-

Azul: I am going to slit your throat

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Idia: this is so sad, Ortho play despacito

Idia: WAIT DONT ACTUALLY

Ortho: okay, playing Despacito

Idia: NOOO

Ortho: Aye~

Idia: SHUT UP. SHUT. UP.

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Cater: WHY DO YOU KEEP REBLOGGING ALL THE POSTS I REBLOG

Ace, giggling:

Cater,giggling: IM REBLOGGING A GOUGER SO TJEN YOULL HAVE TO REBLOG A GOUGER

Ace, still giggling:

Cater: REBLOG THE GOUGER ACE

Ace, reblogging:

Both of them, giggling their asses off:

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Azul: Im just gonna cross my fingers and hope that if I stop responding then you'll stop

Idia: blOWS UP, THEN YOUR HEALTH BAR DROPS YOU COULD USE A 1 UP

Azul: I was mistaken. I was very sadly mistaken

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Lilia: Malleus, are you going through the five stages of grief right now?

Malleus: yea

Malleus: thnx for noticing

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Ruggie: I'm deathly allergic to cats, if I eat a cat, I will die

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Cater: if your house is on fire, and you got one of those little meow meows, just chuck it out the window, it'll be fine

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Malleus: Yuu don’t do this, I might actually start crushing on you—this is a dangerous game. YUU BE CAREFUL

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…(Blake): ELF- ELF EARS

…: OI

Lilia: Hm?

…, in a Scottish accent: Hi can I have more wishes :D

Lilia: Even after last time?

…: Ehhh, it worked out in the end!…. Eventually.

Lilia, shaking his head: So greedy…

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Deuce: What is a socialist? And where can I buy one?

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Ace: The girls are fighting and Barbie is winning

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Idia: I had a depressive episode called “quarantine”

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Kalim during CH4: Awww poor snake

Yuu: the SNAKE is making BAD CHOICES.

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Lilia: Eating a plum at 3 am (gone wrong) (police called)

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Deuce: crap

Riddle: LANGUAGE

Deuce: I JUST SAID CRAP

Ace: Fuck.

both gasp, then go incredibly silent.

Deuce: …

Deuce: LANGUAGE…

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Leona, gesturing to Cheka: This child is a piece of shit. Get the parents involved before I fistfight him myself.

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Vil: do you want to be the monster that runs into a wall and dies?

Lilia: YES????? HELLO????????

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Ace: but was the grink there?

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Jack: I promise I’ll protect you from Danny DeVito /gen

Yuu: thank you

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Lilia: I need to do more roleplays in furry games

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Ace: Fishing is like tinder for fish kissers

Floyd: fishr

Jamil: what

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Sebek: You’d think having longer ears would mean I could hear you better, but no, I have an auditory processing disorder.

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Crowley: Number one! E! As in… E.

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Cater: Can you feel it in your bones, Kalim

Kalim: I CANT. MY BONES ARE FAILJNG ME.

Kalim: I THKNK I HAVE A BONE DEFICIENCY

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Cater, to Riddle: Don't be British in front of your mom

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Floyd: Don't kidnap the local tiger, he doesn't wanna live in your bathroom!

Yuu: Why would you keep a tiger in your bathroom??

Floyd: Uhhhh.. um.. D- Don't ask questions you don't want answers to! A- And don't look in my bathroom!

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Lilia: modern jesus is staring at me blankly. except modern jesus has no face.

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Anyway that’s the end. I still have more. Plus a whole other server of quotes that I haven’t touched from a few years ago…

Already making another one bc I didn’t wanna put too many in this post lmao

Tags: @aetherphobia @thesunshineriptide @end3rm1st lmk if you wanna be tagged lmaooo

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edda-grenade · 4 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

thanks @inaconstantstateofchange for the tag!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

275k (damn, i hadn't realized it was that much overall)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

primarily dragon age (i've dipped into a few fandoms wrt fic writing over the years, but dragon age has been a mainstay for ages now)

and most recently, a for me unhinged amount of bg3

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

GET IT KIDS

The Common Tongue (Of You Loving Me)

Clean-Shaven

Slow Burn (that title is massively false advertising fyi)

Kintsugi

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i Want to respond to a lot more than i actually manage to do >.> unfortunately the comments that are super lovely and involved are often the ones where i get super intimidated about answering bc i want to make it a Good ReplyTM ^^'''

basically if you've ever written me a nice comment, be assured that i swooned over it, even if i never got the spoons together to reply

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Good Men, Fall To Dusk, hands down. p sure that's the only one that could qualify as an actual tragedy

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

oh hmmm. the majority of my fics tend to end happy overall, but i think Mirror on the Stage, Star to Star, Sun to Sun, and The Common Tongue (Of You Loving Me) are like… the most Joyful?

okay also honorable mention to Rites of Remembrance for having a very horny and very joyful ending XD

8. Do you get hate on fics?

so far, thankfully not! like, a handful of thoughtless comments over the years, but no Hate

(psa: "hey wouldn't it make more sense for this premise if you'd written a completely different fic instead" is a shit comment to give to anyone, alright)

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

oh so much

a lot of kink and character/relationship-exploration-y stuff especially! and also i've been called the pegging monarch, so there's that XD

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

not really, i tend to have a million AUs instead XD i did write a tiny bit of the hobbit/pacific rim fusion fic ages ago on tumblr! that's probably a contender for the craziest one

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

i think so XD someone def asked if they could translate one, but off the top of my head i don't remember if they ever got around to it

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

yep! once a few years ago, and more recently just So Much of the trio au

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

saar/solas <3 i've just accepted that they're my forever blorbos at this point (and yep to no one's surprise i did put them in bg3)

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

the rest of the rites verse fics tbh. i still love my space cats, but whew. no more spark to write in that fandom

16. What are your writing strengths?

i write really good smut and really good horror 💪

also people keep telling me i'm p damn good at characterization, which is good bc to this day i feel like i'm making it up as i go along

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

semicolons em dashes run-on sentences my beloved

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

if you want to, go for it! granted, i'm coming at this mainly from a fantasy language perspective bc that's what tends to come up in what i write, and i'm v much a fan of picking apart fictional languages

19. First fandom you wrote for?

oh god that's lost to the ages. Might have been yu-gi-oh???

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

ohhh man HM. toss-up between The S͍̈́o͓̖̖̺͆ͩͣ̑ṋ̻̭̉͋͑g̓ͥ in the Halls and a matter of love, i think? song in the halls was the first time i Really wrote horror (and had SO MUCH FUN WITH IT), while matter of love is, uh. really fucking personal. it means a lot to me. so, yeah!

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soul-dwelling · 7 months

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Konro fighting his doppelganger is in my opinion already a retcon - because first time we see the infernal it looks nothing like him and nothing suggests that it is somehow connected to him And even when its revealed to be a dopplelganger ir doesnt look as simmilar as the later doppelgangers, leading me to believe that Ohkubo hadnt developed the concept fully when he first mentioned it in manga - even Benis father figure doppel looked more infernal then the doppelgangers in the end which basically looked one to one (but at that point he commited to making a meta point)

You're right, I got it wrong: I just quickly re-read the Asakusa Arc, and I can't find any place where Konro brings up the Infernal being his doppel--that was an addition added later to the series. So, yeah, possibly a retcon, or at best Ohkubo couldn't dump all of that lore all at once and used it as foreshadowing to reveal later.

Still, though, yes, I can't find anything in the Asakusa Arc where Konro specifically said it was his doppel.

As for the argument that "the doppel doesn't look as similar as the later doppels": that is its own problem, seeing as the doppel rules conflict with the eventual rules about how a pyrokinetic is form. It was my understanding that you become a pyrokinetic when you are bitten by the bug, and that bug bite causes your doppel from Adolla to merge with your body to give you fire powers. Okay...So how come even after people like Shinra, Joker, Benimaru, Konro, Iris, and so on develop pyrokinetic abilities, their doppels are also around at the same time? Can you have two doppels? How do Joker and Benimaru become pyrokinetics but also later fight their own doppels? How can Iris develop pyrokinetic abilities if she is a doppel of Amaterasu? And that's not even getting into how Mari can exist as a doppel of the Evangelist. And Mari hardly ever looked like the Evangelist to me, so, yeah, I don't get how the series acts like any doppels look like their sources.

Granted, Iris never looked like Amaterasu to me, but I blamed that mostly on Ohkubo having a same-y style to certain characters' faces. (Iris looked more like Patty Thompson to me--maybe a casting gag when getting Patty's English voice to play Amaterasu.)

As an aside: there is almost something clever to the idea that doppels are the embodiment of how the world views you...except it's also another soapbox moment for Ohkubo to get all righteously indignant that people didn't get what he was going for with Joker and Benimaru, so their doppels are exaggerated versions of the original character: "You thought Joker was a bad guy and Benimaru was battle-hungry, that you missed the nuances to the characters!" Or, those qualities are there to the characters, and now your doppels just exaggerated what was already there. I mean, jeez, I'm sorry that people initially thought Joker was probably a bad guy since, you know, he was an antagonist, he was blowing stuff up, it was hinted he was expediting some Infernal situations--I'm so sorry I didn't realize he was actually a Batman figure (intentionally ironic, given the name). You can't complain that you did too good a job tricking the audience and then blame the audience: you design a character to look like that (that's on me for judging by appearances), but you stage scenes to leave it to the readers based on that evidence to conclude this is the bad guy, offered little evidence for a persuasive counter-argument (because you wait until later to offer that evidence), and then act holier-than-thou when the audience reaches the conclusion you wanted them to reach before you staged your disappointing and poorly executed plot twist. (And I am back to glaring at the end of Bungo Stray Dogs Season 5 for doing that same damn annoying trick: "You thought the person doing bad things was the bad guy, but he's really a good guy!" ...No. The dude still did bad things--he is a bad guy, even if he's not "the" bad guy, Wreck-It Ralph.)

#dwells whines about fire force

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crystalelemental · 11 months

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Friends. Stall stocks have never been higher. And to prove that concept, here's the stall clear of one of the scariest offensive regions out there. It's definitely tougher than usual, but with careful consideration and planning, anything is achievable. Unfortunately, I am dumber than bricks, so this was not a good showing of talent. I guess it's a good showing of Stall Stocks, though.

Vs. Aaron SS Leaf is the only component that isn't F2P, but I love her so we're doing this. Jasmine is absurdly physically bulky, and has Recuperation 2 on her 3/5 grid, recovering a buttload of HP on each sync. Wallace can also Recuperate, but ideally they never get far enough to threaten him. Against a physical stage like Aaron, this team is supreme. Although realistically, I should've used Jasmine against Bertha for the added Soothing Sand recovery.

Vs. Bertha Another reason I should've used the last team against Bertha is that Morty is Dark-weak and Bertha knows Bite. Also, Nidoqueen is Ground weak. Also, I forgot to switch to the Synchro Healing grid. Morty still won first try. Absolutely absurd. Funny thing is, I'm like 99% sure I made this exact same mistake during the limited CS against Grass-type. I think I did this exact same thing, why am I like this?

Vs. Flint Flint is a problem. Hostile Environment 4 and Brainy Rush into high BP moves like Fire Blast that can't miss due to Piercing Gaze and debuff your special defense because Mind Games 9 makes for a very threatening opponent. Leaf, however, is perfectly designed to counter him, thanks to Friend Mend on Potion. Because she can heal the burns, she can keep going past when other teams fail. Impervious blocks the debuffs, so there's no threat there either. Flint cannot get around Leaf's stall game. But he can slow it down. Condition Shield is something he applies, and god damn him for it. I'm already dealing with a 50% Toxic rate thanks to an eggmon, you're really gonna pull this shit on the opening move sometimes?

Vs. Lucian Okay. Okay, so this seemed sensible, right until I remembered oh right, Lucy is Psychic weak. Also Lucian spams Earthquake, and Clemont is Ground weak. So that was just great. But just like the Morty situation, we won first try. Granted, this time because I did have Synchro Healing on, would've been impossible without it, but still. There were many things I should've shifted around. Jasmine to Bertha, Clemont to Aaron, Morty to Lucian. Although I guess Earthquake spam would take out Nidoqueen? Ground seems to be a threat to Stall.

Vs. Cynthia Lodge Dawn gets evasion, which is useless against Flint, but pretty alright against a fight like Cynthia where Fire Blast is offset by +2 accuracy instead. Unfortunately for me, it never missed, and also burned repeatedly so Dawn just had to deal with that. Lillie's Synchro Healing got the job done without issue. I imagine the stage being Poison-weak helps.

#champion stadium #sinnoh cs #stall clear

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redcloakedraven · 2 years

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HSMTMTS - TAKE TWO 1x10 Act Two

Episode 9

Ricky vs Bowen Count: Ricky [5] Bowen []

This Episode:

Ribbon Count: Nini [2]

This Episode:

EJ actually looks nervous "A certain part of me wants to throw up." Once again something didn't go as planned and it completely throws him off.

I still thinking Nini trying to talk to EJ on stage should've been the thing that would've stopped her from to going to YAC

Miss. Jenn was definitely living through the Miss. Darbus character and she related to Wondering you can tell.

Also Wondering playing in the background of Ricky and his moms conversation. Is mainly the chorus you hear.

i talk about his mom in the review if I start talking about her again it'll go on for a while so I'm not going to get into that again.

I think I said it before about EJ finally letting go and giving the role to Ricky, but I don't think I mentioned how it shows that he's at getting better at not going with the plan. Obviously he still prefers it, we see it later on in the show especially when he starts freaking out it' easier for him if he plans everything out and it's hard for him to stray away from it especially when he thinks it' for the better. Here though he doesn't have a plan he made on impulse then eventually went through with when he got the help (the phone). He was just impulsive and he hoped it was the right thing and it would go yell. Granted he shouldn't have walked off stage because you never know someones mental state and he witnessed Ricky spiraling but maybe seeing him in the gym made EJ think he was at least okay now. He managed to stay in character though when he made his improvised monologue though in the beginning so I'll give him that

I've actually been listening to this cover a lot lately idk why. All three of them sound really good. I was listening to the whole soundtrack in order and jumped kept coming back to this a lot along with other songs.

Can I point out that through out this performance Nini would still have her costume mic on, Ricky wouldn't have any mic at all and he is singing loud enough to be heard from where EJ and Gina are

Honestly never actually thought this but I think part of Ricky finally saying I love you to Nini was because he thought she was staying. He just found out that Nini was upset because the scout left. Gina is leaving after this, he just confronted his mom about his feelings as well. I think Ricky was starting to get feelings for Gina while still being in love with Nini. He let his feelings for Gina go on the backburner thinking she was leaving and said his feelings to Nini because she thought she was staying. He was in a frenzy when he found out about the scout and hearing now she might be staying is a relief and takes the moment to properly say what he feels before its to late. I think thinking about her possibly leaving as well made him realize this and losing al three would've been to much so he focused on only his feelings for her. Its not healthy and we know this but he took the opportunity because those feelings were still strongly there.

"I don't know what happens tomorrow or two minutes you walk out that door." Foreshadowing

"I want this feeling to keep going. I'm just... I'm not ready for it to be over. Us I mean." He likes the feeling he feels now, the feeling he had during breaking free. The better feeling had that night compared to his panic attack. He felt safe, comfortable and in love. He doesn't want that feeling to be just because of the show he wants that to be real. He does love Nini but he's holding onto the feelings he's after the show and all the adrenaline as well. The speech is absolutely amazing and it's so emotive, and it's such a great scene and adding on his interaction with Gina would be right after adds on to that. HIm clarifying he means them says a bit to.

From the cliffhanger alone this season you could already tell they were going to have problems next season. It was planned.

#hsmtmts #ricky bowen #ej caswell #gina porter #ashlyn caswell #nini salazar roberts #portwell #rina #big red #redlyn #kourtney greene #caswen #carlos rodriguez #seb mathew smith

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3-aem · 3 years

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it's time for Post Posting commentary. Today's piece features gojo stuck again in his gay baby jail. Not getou I think said something about it being 1000 yrs and so I wanted to depict a deteriorating mind with deteriorating memories during that time. Shown on the TV is actually a glitched out combination of Getou and Gojo from my paved with good intentions and okinawa pieces (reduce, reuse, and recycle babey). It just so happened that while I was drawing this I was watching a video that mentioned the album "Everywhere at the End of Time" which is a 6hr depiction of dementia. I'm not gonna get into how this album made me feel and why I like it and why it's worth 6hrs of your time. Just know it is (but maybe not if ur easily anxious) and I didn't feel right last night after and had to go read like 5 gojo centric fics to calm down.

#okay granted I'm still on stage 5 #bc i had to post this #and I didn't wanna be stressed out while listening to it #but listen: if ur listening to album at 4am it's like another level #anyways gojo misses getou #also i have to do these separately bc once i tacked on my commentary in a reblog and ppl starting reblogging the reblog with my nonsense #and I don't want a cluttered caption

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cogentranting · 2 years

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Okay but at this stage (immediately following the end of episode 6) Boba should be like in his mid to late thirties. And Temuera Morrison is 61. You get a little leeway from the idea of 'oh he's scarred from the stomach acid' but he still looks 61.

Unless they're suggesting that:

A. Boba ages differently as a result of being a clone (but episode 2 directly counters this amd there's nothing to suggest otherwise)

B. Boba took at least a decade to escape the Sarlacc. But with that-- I know c3po said it would take a thousand years to be digested but we all know that doesn't make sense right? (Yeah yeah yeah "immobilizing neurotoxins to keep them alive for at least a millennium" it still doesn't make sense but even if we grant that Boba could have survived a decade+ in the Sarlacc's stomach it wouldn't make sense why he would suddenly become conscious and mobile after all that time.) AND at its most gracious the timeline still only allows for Boba to be in his early 40s.

But the more relevant information suggests that Boba escaped within like.. a couple days at most of going into the Sarlacc and then we see him like 5 or 9 (I'm seeing both dates in sources) years later helping Din. Making him 37 or 41.

#the book of boba fett #book of boba fett spoilers #cogent liveblogs #and by liveblogs i mean 'pauses the episode to look up dates and timelines and sarlacc biology'#all to make the point that Temuera morrison looks too old for the role

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xiaowhore · 3 years

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hI HI HIIII

okay so um, you said you were a beta tester for tot, correct?

so um, i've been pulling for the sake of making sure my power is enough and that i have various types to counter certain arguments rather than the characters and their stories xkjdjdjje i'm weird, i know.

and, uh, i was just wondering if you have any tips on what to invest? i want to manage my resources properly so i won't get too overwhelmed later on and my strategy of just mostly upgrading on sr or above cards seem to be doing well so far, but idk if i should focus on upgrading the ones i have first, or pulling for another.

and especially for pulls, i've been spending them on the event banner and i haven't done the permanent one, even of it does guarantee a ssr on the 30th pull (i actually got super lucky and pulled artem's at like my first 10 pull). what do you think? should i do the 30 pulls there or prioritize the limited banner first?

one last question. every debate recommends a certain amount of points, right? would it still be possible to beat them if your points are lower?

i'm sorry for asking way too much! if you don't feel like answering, i completely understand. i hope your day/evening goes well!

- 🎵

it's more logical to level up cards based on your needs rather than the stories you want to read, so it's not strange! (also me: has an empathy card deck sprinkled with 2 blues and 1 intuition)

regarding investmest,,, you're doing a pretty good job already. i'd say to invest in the cards you have right now so they'll be strong enough to use in debates + upgrade their skills when you have the materials, and then slowly level up the cards you pulled later since you'll need them once you're granted another slot in your deck, but they're of lower priority. the most important thing is to be able to continue the main story (shit gets tough at chapter 4) and clear the anomaly stages since they give you materials + s chips.

oh!! and the guaranteed ssr at 30 pulls. personally, i think you shouldn't pull yet, considering we're having a new event soon (august 5) with limited event cards. obviously, we should prioritize the limited time event > permanent banner. that guaranteed ssr will stay forever, but the event ones won't! wait until you're sure you don't need to pull on the event banner anymore before going for the 30 pulls. (but if you really want an ssr, you should go for it. just a small reminder though: the current rate up ssrs, luke's alluring gaze and artem's atmospherics, are also part of the permanent banner.)

and yeah! it's possible to clear debates even with lower points as long as you have a balanced deck with all three types, since when you use a card that's strong against a specific type (for instance, empathy against intuition), there's a 1.5 damage bonus.

#mail — !#tot — !#i dont mind answering questions like these so dont feel bad for asking lol #🎵 ; anon

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Hey! I've seen cul(t)chie be used to tease. I doubt non-Irish folk know it, so I wouldn't call it pejorative. Or maybe it was and I'm too young to know. I selectively forget and disown my ethnicity if I want to and have a habit of stealing accents or slang, especially when I sing, so I'm not nationalist enough to say. My accent is also very light (Think Rob Sheehan). If I find out my favourite celebrity is half-Irish or I'm reading a Wilde book, I'm very Irish. And if I'm talking to a nationalist or a cute English boy, I'm suddenly global and assimilated. Haha.

You don't really have to worry about looking ignorant. I think most people won't notice and find it endearing that you're interested, not to mention the UK is so full of cultures that almost everyone is clueless about half of it and pretending not to be. Most people I meet use Americanisms because they grew up on American telly. It's just a part of life. I've always enjoyed your writing because you take such joy in concepts that most British people are derisive and bored with. Makes being British seem enjoyable and nostalgic almost. Lmao.

I'm still struggling to untangle my feelings about ethnicity and all of that rubbish (who belongs here and who speaks like this and who grew up in my primary school and whose parents have this skin colour and whose great-great-grandma worked in the mills and who assimilated and whatever), so I'm not an expert on anything. Whole thing gives me a right headache and I strongly consider walking around with a full face mask because I don't want to be arsed identifying with anything or anyone some days.

I can never find believable slang when I'm writing either, so I know how you feel about that. If you're interested in checking out more British things, there was this comedy in the 90s (around the time Gorillaz was set) called Stella Street, which ripped the piss out of British celebrities and actually starred Phil Cornwell, voice of Murdoc. I remember watching it when I was younger. Not sure if this ask sent, so if I'm sending it twice and look like a tit, that's super. Best wishes!

First, I am so sorry it has taken me well over a week to answer you-- I don't like to let things sit for so long, and especially not something so friendly and personal. I didn't want to rush out a response between work tasks, and blah blah blah, all of that's just yammering, but I am sorry for the delay!

Thank you for your personal experience with the word cul(t)chie, that really helps to classify how a word is used. It must sound bizarre but it really can be quite difficult to get a realistic image of how often/when a slang term is used, and in a lot of cases, how offensive a word may be; in any culture there's going to be a massive sliding scale on which the language & dialect sits, and as native speakers we sort of take for granted that innate knowledge of when a word sounds cool or funny, or when it sounds horribly inappropriate but you're taken pity on as an ignorant outsider. For instance, 5 years ago, I don't think any Americans knew the word "chav"; 2 years ago, a percentage of small-time comedians online picked it up; now, we are still in the, uh, developing stages of an even smaller percentage learning there's context to words and it's not necessarily an okay thing to say all the time. Yet even as I say that, if my friends ask me to explain "rude British words" to them, I very much still don't have an innate understanding of how each and every one ranks and who is more likely to say what, if anyone genuinely says it at all. It doesn't help that the slang dictionaries which take on a fairly literal dictionary style will sometimes forgo words like "insult" and "slur" (which you'd assume may indicate some level of severity) and instead categorize everything from berk to nonce as "pejoratives." You well know that there's a big gap between calling someone those things, haha. And on top of that, more than once I've run something by Danni ElapsedSpiral or done some research on dead Livejournal "Britpick" communities and found a word to be much milder than it seemed, or much more offensive than I originally thought. I know I'm rambling on now but I've genuinely become really really engrossed in this subject-- if I were some kinda smart guy getting a degree (author's note: I am not that, I am in fact a dummy) I'd want to do a paper on the subject or something, haha.

Anyway! I understand that split feeling (inasmuch as one can understand though a different lens of experience.) At least for myself, I really root it in my own contrarian tendencies, haha. I have a compulsion to not agree with whoever's talking loudest. Like any younger liberal person, I spend most of my time criticizing America, associating patriotism with nationalism, dreaming of what life would've been like living in some "idyllic British countryside" town, feeling such a sense of shame for how the country's insulation has impacted my growth as a person... with those qualifiers, it's bizarre how one insufferable comment on a Reddit thread makes me start mentally compiling points for my terrible thesis, haha. Listen, it was a mistake having countries. It ruined a pretty cool planet. I wish I could be perceived alongside people I agree with socially and politically rather than people I'm actively voting against and actively vote against me just because we're on the same massive hunk of dirt.

For what it's worth, Robert Sheehan's accent is incredibly charming. I'm sure you were not asking for my input on that at all, but on the chance you were saying that your accent is light or that you borrow accents with any apology, I certainly don't think you should feel like your accent needs to be made lighter or heavier or more or less regional, or that you should or shouldn't sing any particular way. I think it's quite cool to pick up accents and phrases while still bringing your own unique voice to the mix for others to admire and pick up on themselves! Kumbaya and all that, but it's nice to think in the modern internet age we could sort of have this evolving, mishmash global culture without stepping on and disrespecting individually important heritage. I have a complicated relationship with my own accent; I hated it when I was young and really trained myself to speak without it. It comes out when I'm just with my family or partner, but I'd never let myself be recorded speaking with that accent-- I really have to be so distracted that I'm not thinking about my voice at all to have an accent, and I am much too high-strung of a person for that to easily happen, haha. So the one or two recordings that exist of me on here are me doing my "public" voice.

I know it's all rather heavy subject matter and I don't want to give the impression I'm being flippant about something that weighs heavy in your mind-- it's just quite different, "interesting" in a decidedly uncheerful way, to observe the unique struggles regarding assimilation and identity in the UK, coming from my admittedly uninformed perspective. It isn't something we're very privy to. There is a huge problem in the American perception of the UK and Europe as a whole (sometimes including the UK under that umbrella, sometimes distinguishing it) as a quirky fantastical mono-culture. Even among the anti-nationalist, progressive kids online, they grow up resenting the cult of patriotism and bigotry in their backyard, and they idolize what seems more romantic without understanding all of the distinct cultures or the familiar xenophobic depth of division between them. I try to talk about these things and hear about lived perspectives so that I can have both a healthier appreciation and a broader unglamorous knowledge. Just as I appreciate a warts-and-all character study, I don't find it personally difficult for opinions, fondness, failures and truth to co-exist in a bigger, more precise, more realistic picture. My only aim is knowing. I don't like looking at the picture less when I can see more of it.

Thank you for the recommendation! I'd like to say I've watched it all since you've sent this but I haven't actually found it anywhere yet. (When I first looked it up, Google's top result was... Stella, from A Streetcar Named Desire.) I'll keep an eye out though! I'd love to hear Phil acting in something pop culture-y with a similar Gorillaz tone, as the only other work I've heard from him has been the polar opposite of Murdoc, haha. That's fun in its own way, but I'd like to hear him doing what I could maybe imagine as a less absurd Murdoc. (Though by your description, it sounds like the show may not actually be less absurd, haha.) As an aside, I've got a few British pop culture books on my holiday list so I'm looking forward to reading and reporting back anything of special Stu-y/Murdoc-y interest, which I gladly invite you to chime in on!

Thanks for your message and I'm sorry again for the delay! And thank you for your opinions, kind words, and listening ear! I hope this was sensible enough to you and doesn't make me look like a raving lunatic. Best wishes to you!

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hardforbenhardy · 4 years

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somebody to love | rogerxreader

summary: roger fucking taylor. the boy in your biology class. the boy you’ve had a crush on for years. the boy who doesn’t know you exist. has recognised your existence.

warnings: swearing, drinking, references to sex and stripping

word count: 4.0k

the first chapter of my upcoming fanfic! i’ve been working on this for a while, and it’s still not finished so i’m not sure how often i’ll update, but i’m planning on having a taglist for it so if people do like it, they can be alerted of when it comes out (if you want to be added, just pm me or send in a request!) i’m immensely proud of it and i think it’s some of my best writing - a lot of research went into it so i’m happy with the outcome so far and i hope you will be too. enjoy!! :)

There truly was no worse day than a Saturday.

I know, I know - but Saturday's are the best! There's no school, no work, you can sit around and chill all day, or go out clubbing with all your friends; maybe even pull a dude or two...

That may be the case for every single other person in the world, disincluding you. You see, your life is a little different to the usual person. Most people do spend their weekends sitting around, or going out with their friends, pulling girls and guys every night. You, on the other hand, spend it studying and working. You can safely say that taking a BSc in Biology at North East London Polytechnic was maybe the biggest mistake of your life yet. Don't get yourself wrong, you am good at it. In fact, you’re top of my class - you just struggle to balance all the studying with your job and family life.

Hence why you are sat at your dinner table, surrounded by a sea of glossy biology textbooks which contain much more information than your brain is willing to retain at this point. The words had began twisting in your eyes, no longer forming sentences but rather just squiggles on a page. Your pretty sure you have read the same page 3 times in the past hour, all information going through one ear and straight out the other. What the fuck was a bacteriophage? Or what about it being icosahedral or filamentous? And what was the difference between the lytic stage and the lysogenic stage? At this point, those weren't even words. Okay, so maybe you have been sitting here since 11 this morning, it now being 7 in the evening, but this was your standard Saturday. Having work every weekday in the evenings - 7:30pm until 3:00am - with your classes then starting as early as 9:00 on certain days, you didn't exactly have enough time to study on weekdays. Sleep was practically nonexistent for you by now, you were lucky to even get in 4 hours a night. Unfortunately for you, work also existed on Saturdays. You are probably thinking why don't you study on Sundays? Well, because Sundays were family days - you’d have to travel 3 hours to see your Ma and Pa, who would tell you how proud they were of you, doing a BSc in a subject that would get you far, and having a solid job that brought income for the whole family. Granted, they had absolutely no idea what your job actually was - and it isn't something they will ever know - but you don't really have a choice. You need to pay for your accommodation somehow, and contribute to the families bills after your father got fired from his job and went into severe debt. Therefore, it was a job you resorted to. In fact, you have work in 30 minutes, and here you are - trying to cram in a chapter's worth of course content for a test you had on Monday, surviving on nothing but coffee and energy bars.

You felt your arms begin to weaken under the weight of your head as you placed it into your palms, your eyes beginning to flutter shut as you gradually dozed off, the lack of sleep taking it's revenge. It wasn't until the loud, boisterous voice of your roommate interrupted the silence.

"Y/N, darling, have you seen my- Oh, love, what on earth is this disaster?" He cringed, sitting opposite you on the table, as you frantically sifted through the mound of worksheets for one in particular. "Look, darling, you need to sort this out. You look like you've been dragged through the bushes and back - you have work in 26 minutes and you are not even dressed!"

"Wow, thanks Freddie. Look, I don't really have a choice - if I don't have this topic nailed, I may just fail my exam, and then what? My life rides on this Fred, and I'm completely and utterly fucked if I fail." you wearily ranted, a yawn escaping your lips, which certainly didn't go unnoticed by Fred, as he placed a fresh mug of coffee in front of you - unbeknownst it was your fourth one tonight.

"Y/N, don't be so dramatic - there is only room in this flat for one hysterical queen, and I'm afraid I took that role many years ago. There is absolutely no way that you, Y/N M/N L/N, could ever fail a biology exam - you are the top of your class, and as much as you deny it, you know this content like the back of your hand. Look, I'll prove it - what is a bacteriophage, and what are the three possible shapes?"

"It's a virus which can infect and kill bacteria - the capsid of a bacteriophage can be icosahedral, filamentous, or head-tail in shape." The words simply rolled off your tongue, as you kept my focus on the textbook in front of you.

"Told you so, bet you were questioning in your head just 5 minutes ago what the fuck a bacteriophage is, and all that other shit you just said. I know you like the back of my hand, darling - you underestimate yourself far too much. Now put the fucking books away and get ready for work!" He nagged, taking a long sip of the glass of champagne he had acquired out of nowhere - typical Freddie. You didn't even respond, just simply rolled your eyes before rising to your feet to head upstairs. Freddie knew how much you hated your job, it was not exactly one praised by society. You’re what people would call an exotic dancer - or more commonly known as a stripper. It wasn't an occupation you asked for, it was rather one that was simply opened at a rather opportune moment for you. You can safely say yoinwill be taking the chance to quit as soon as you get your degree and can move on, but you’re stuck with it for the time being. You hate it on multiple levels - the feeling of having multiple older men's gaze set on your body, as if you were some kind of object, their minds wandering to all the things they could do to you if given the chance - it wasn't exactly a nice feeling. It is truly disgusting the amount of times you have been called a whore, slut, slag, floozie, tart, or prostitute - the list is ultimately endless at this point. What is even funnier is that it tends to be these same people who then turn up to your showings later on in the evening, indulging in your performance like every other male in the club. To make it worse, people often tell you you’re lucky to have guy's attention all the time - as if you should be proud of the fact that you have a body and face admirable by men. You always thought that was complete and utter bullshit - why the fuck should a guys validation make youbody and face suddenly attractive? Thankfully, most of the men who came to the club tended to be a little older than yourself - meaning there was never any guys from the university, or even better your class, who would come by. The only person who actually knows your truth is Freddie - who even though he did disapprove of it, would always try to cheer you up and make you feel more confident about it. You see, Freddie is extremely overprotective of you, he treats you like his little sister - he always wants you out of harm's way, always makes sure you were eating and getting at least 5 hours of sleep each night, always lends you money in your most desperate times of need, and opened his home to you the night you met him. It's funny actually - you remember that night so extremely vividly. He had come along to one of your performances, and ended up bumping into you backstage - you engaged in a conversation which lasted nearly the whole night, and before you knew it, it was 2am. He asked to walk you home, to which you simply had to reply with the fact you didn't have one and you were just planning on crashing on the couch in your dressing room. Of course, Freddie being Freddie invited you back to stay with him - any other person would be immediately cautious of the request, but at this point you had nothing to lose. And here you are, a month later and you were now living with him. He was basically the best roommate you could ask for.

The club is like a second home, or house - you wouldn't consider it very homely. Although the case was rare, if there was ever a point you couldn't stay at Freddie's, they allow you to sleep on the couch in the dressing room. Thankfully, your colleagues and the manager are all extremely nice people, it is more the visitors who get on your nerves and made you sick to the stomach. Basically a majority of the other girls you work with are in the same position than you; they are either college students just trying to pay off debt, or teenage mothers whose boyfriends left them after finding out they were pregnant who were trying to finance their child - everyone had their own individual story but in a way, you were all similar. Like you said, it is a second home to you, so when you stepped inside for the 6th time this week, it felt no different. The strong smell of booze and drugs no longer hit you like a brick, but rather became a second nature to your brain. The booming music, blaring at top volume from speakers which were scattered in nearly every crevice of the room, had become the norm for your eardrums - which realistically is bad for your health, but you didn’t think that's the thing that'll kill you at this point. The masses of men crowded around tables no longer made your stomach churn, now it just became the same old same old. You weren’t actually on stage until 8:00 tonight, so you don't know why they had you in half an hour early - you had already finished your makeup and got dressed. You leant against the bar, downing the first of what would be many complimentary drinks you would receive over the night - as much as you hated the job, it did have it's benefits. Free booze was probably the best thing to come out of it, when men would buy you drinks in hopes of getting you in their bed - all of them being nearly twice your age, they were never successful, but it was fun to watch 'em try. They would often strike up a conversation with you, the topic of which was always him, meaning you’d stand there responding with simple nods and the occasional burst of laughter - your mind in a completely different world of its own, usually a world of worry and anxiety of failing your exams.

"So, where is it you work? I could definitely see you working in an office or as a lawyer, I can imagine you would look very professional in a pantsuit, or even on the front cover of Vogue, you certainly have the body" The man, who had now situated himself beside you, practically purred. Was he seriously asking where you worked? What an imbecile. The whole ordeal is making you sick to your stomach, earning an eye roll in an instant - though you thought you’d play along to see where exactly he was going to go with this.

"Well, you wouldn't be interested in my life..." you laughed lightly, slowly and seductively inching closer to him. "But... I'm interested in yours. Tell me, where is it you're from, I love your accent."

"Oh, well I'm sure that isn't true, but I was actually born and bred in Italy - I moved here a few years ago, but thankfully I never lost the accent; it's a great tool for getting the girls in bed - especially the incredibly tempting ones such as yourself." He purred down your ear, you felt his breath on your neck and yourblood suddenly ran cold, as he placed his hand against the curve of your spine. Tempting?

You laughed under your breath in utter disbelief, your blood began to boil - how can someone be so small minded and narcissistic, yet spend their weeks in a strip club. "So you think I'm tempting?"

"Obviously, I mean you're super sexy and you really turn me on." He winked, and you stared at him incredulously.

"Well, you wanna know what I find incredibly tempting about you?" - he didn't speak, just simply nodded as he took a large gulp, as if he was intimidated by you. You moved closer, so that your hand was now placed against his inner thigh, and raised to your tiptoes - "There's just a deep pit burning in me, it's almost irresistible - just the thought of it is alone is so extremely enticing. I just have this immense desire to..." you whisper seductively in his ear, right as you ram your knee between his legs, making him cry out in a yell of pain and fall to his knees. " Do that." you grinned, before grasping the drink from the counter and gradually pouring it onto his head, the alcohol seeping through the thin material of his shirt, surely leaving him in a satisfying discomfort for the rest of the night, as if the hit to the balls wasn't enough. "And that"

"What the fuck? You fucking bitch!" He screamed, his voice going higher than you ever thought a man's voice could go, probably a side effect of his now undoubtedly swollen and painful misters.

You didn't respond, simply sashaying away as you raised my middle finger in his direction. You must say, after months of working in this club, you have practically become immune to the disease you like to call men. They just don't turn you on anymore. Don't get yourself wrong, not all men are like that - for example, Freddie is undoubtedly one of the sweetest human beings to walk this earth - but it seems like the men you’re surrounded by are basically parasites. Probably just a side effect of working in the hornets' nest, all kinds of trouble was stirred up in this building, it pretty much became the second (less sexual) form of entertainment for the customers. And you guess it's just your luck, because now it's your calltime. Your favourite time of the night - not. You entered the door, sighing a little. Come on, Y/N, you got this girl, just a little while longer and you can be back in the comfort of your bed. You always have to give yourself a little pep talk as you walk towards the door of what was, in a way, the gateway into Hell. That's if hell was a strip bar full of cheap and sleazy, lest we forget to mention mostly married men. All staring at you like food on a silver platter. It is quite frankly, disgusting. The walkway this week had silky, white curtains that the dancers usually appear through; as if to give the 'illusion' of us being 'angels appearing through the veil of the heavens'. You called bullshit on that one, that's also partly the reason your outfit was made up of a satin white robe, covering your lacy white lingerie. They also recently decided that the dancers should dust themselves with gold glitter before going onstage - thinking it might make you seem a little more angelic. Of course it doesn't, but you couldn’t lie - you looked incredible; the insubstantial underwear hugs your body in all the right places, yet still leaving little to the imagination; and the shimmer of gold across your chest only accentuating it more as the bright lights radiates your skin; your long locks flowing down your back, swinging with every step you took as you saunter onto the stage. Sudden cheers and whistles erupted from the crowd, the oh so familiar sound permeating the room with energy and excitement. The noise only increased as you little by little slid the satin piece down your shoulders to reveal the straps of the two-piece underneath, letting it slide down your body completely and pool around your feet on the floor. Usually, you would feel comfortable on stage, the fact you were borderlining nudity wouldn't phase youbone bit; but something felt different tonight. You have the same audience, the same form of outfit, same routine - but something feels strange, out of place, and you can't quite decipher it. You brush it off, knowing it's probably just nerves, and continue with your set - swaying around the stage, showing off your assets from every angle; and that's where you saw him.

Hidden in the corner of the room, he sat in a dimly lit spot making him barely visible thanks to the broken light which had been smashed a few days ago in a drunken bar fight. Perching forward in a lounge chair, he continually lifted the lit cigarette that was resting between his middle and index fingers towards his rosy lips, taking long drags every few seconds. As his golden, scraggly-but-still-well-groomed locks were clinging to the sides of his face, you notice his steel blue gaze dancing over your body as he scans you up and down.

Roger Fucking Taylor.

The same Roger that was in your biology class. The same Roger that was constantly trying to one up you and be the top of the class (unsuccessful in his attempts of course). The same Roger that you had had a crush on since you the course. The same Roger that didn't even know you existed. He had never been partnered with you, never spoken to you, never even looked in your direction. When you first entered the course, you had heard all about Rogers, how do I put this nicely, reputation with the ladies - making youbinstantly cringe at the utter disrespect of some of the things he had apparently done with them. But after a few weeks, you couldn't help but be drawn to him - he has an undeniable charm that he probably doesn't even know he's using half of the time, he is incredibly intelligent, and it is indisputable that he is the human form of the Greek God, Adonis, himself. You hate yourself for feeling this way, you always attempt to push it down as you know it'll do you no good in the long run. Like I said, Roger is known for his wild adventures with the women; and you weren’t one to participate in the activities of said adventures. Having a job as a stripper, people expect me to be extremely confident and out there, a lively socialite who is the life of the party, always being the centre of attention. I am, in fact, the complete opposite. When I'm not at work, I'm exceedingly reserved and introverted - I have one friend, Freddie; I only ever contribute to class when asked a question, other than that I sat at the back taking my own notes; I spend any spare time I have at home watching tv or reading a book. Therefore, I know I have a 0.00001% chance of Roger even acknowledging my existence - which I am fine with. I accepted my defeat months ago. And now, he's sat here watching me dance around, practically naked.

After finishing my set, I pace off stage- praying to Jesus that Roger didn't recognise it was me. He barely even notices me in lessons - surely he doesn't know me. What if he does though? What if he goes around school telling all his friends that I'm a fucking stripper? I'd be well and truly fucked - and not in the good way. I have never left the club faster than I did tonight, throwing on my clothes and fleeing through the backstage exit. My head is pacing, as clouds of worry and thought occupy the space - how am I ever going to face Roger again? What if he tells people? What if he is disgusted by me? I can feel my hand shaking as I try to unlock the apartment door, in which I throw open and slam behind me.

"Home so early, darling?" I could hear Freddie's voice from the living room shouting through, before the loud pop of the champagne bottle in his hand - presumably his second tonight. I threw my bag to the side before storming into the room and slumping down next to Freddie on the couch, releasing a large sigh.

"Yeah, work wasn't great" I groaned, noticing Freddie gesturing for me to take the bottle in his hand, to which I took a big swig in response; making Freddie chuckle.

"When is your work ever great? What's wrong, love?" He raised from the couch to grab himself a glass, knowing I'm not giving up this wine bottle as easily as he hoped.

"As you know, a majority of the men we get at the club are at least twice my age. Well, you remember Roger Taylor right?" I mumbled, focusing my attention to Freddie's glass which he held out in front of me, pouring the liquid in slowly as to not spill it all over the both of us.

"From your class? The one you have an undeniable love for? Yeah, I know him. What did he do?"

"Well, he turned up. He was sat in the back of the room. What am I to do Fred? What if he tells people that my job is basically prostitution? My life will be ruined. Not only that, but now my crush has seen me borderline naked, and prancing around the stage like some kind of... well, stripper" I cringed at the thought, it sounded a little stupid. Surely, I'd want my crush to see how good looking I can be? Not one bit.

"Oh god, what on earth was he doing there? Sounds like you have a bit of blackmailing yourself - Roger Taylor in a strip club-"

"Is exactly where I'd expect to find him if I'm being honest Fred - you know what he's like. I'd be surprised if it wasn't a place he visited everyday" I chimed in, I'm not lying. He is exactly the type of cocky, arrogant little shit who would find bliss in a strip club.

"Look, everything will be fine - you have two options, darling. You can either avoid him for the rest of your life, hoping he doesn't share the secret and ultimately ruin your life forever. Or you can fucking own it, and strut into school tomorrow like you are the shit and give Roger a piece of your mind - it's up to you, but I'm rooting for the second" Fred explained, trying reason with the one person he would never be able to reason with. I am quite stubborn when I want to be, and now is one of those occasions. "Now get to sleep, if you are home this early you should take advantage of it. Oh, do you have the money for rent?"

"Shit. Fuck. Fred I'm so sorry - I left in such a rush that I forgot to pick it up. I'll pay you Monday? I'm so sorry" I frettered, eyes widening at the realisation I not only couldn't pay Freddie, but I also can't pay my parents when I go down tomorrow.

"Darling, it's fine - I'll give you this week free of charge. You deserve it with all your hard work!"

Mouthing a small 'thank you', I smiled and nodded before slumping upstairs to my bedroom. As I reached my bed, I noticed all my biology books, which were previously scattered across the living room table, all stacked in the order of importance for the exam on Monday. I grinned to myself at Freddie's attempt of helping me study, although I know he only did it because he hates when I leave my books around the apartment. I can barely sleep, my eyes are refusing to close and my mind wanders back to Roger with every attempt of rest. I can't help but agonise over the situation; knowing something was going to go wrong and my life was going to be ruined.

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not-close-to-straight · 4 years

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MTW 5- cute!!! I feel like I'm taking the ease of everything for granted now. I complain about laundry all the time and I can't imagine doing it that way. Yay for feels and accepting of feels.💙 Part of me wants to be the crazy fangirl that says cute but guys. Y'all are meant to be. Go for it and jump in but honestly the fact that they are both scared is both rational and actually makes this in a way that much sweeter. The innocence and beginning of the relationship is simply beautiful!💙💙💙

lmaooo I had a few comments that were like “great, now I feel bad for not appreciating my washing machine more” and honestly, same. Researching how difficult just regular things were makes me love my house soooo much haha

Don’t worry, things start happening for our boys, but I still think its chapter ten(ish) before smexiness kicks in. Lots of non sexual intimacy in these early stages, lots of cuddling/holding and sexual tension but they hold off on crossing that line until a little bit later. I don’t think it’s boring though-- like sometimes slow burns can be boring because its like “okay seriously, its’ been 100k words, at the very least send a glance towards the others lap area” but I don’t think it’s boring in this one.

(...i say its not boring knowing full well we don’t get good old fashioned Spideypool d*cking until almost 100k words)

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thegirlintheredchair · 5 years

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28 THINGS I’VE LEARNED BEFORE TURNING 28...

So September is the month decreed by the Lord that I enter the earth. He has granted me 27 years on here, now going on 28 (Allhamdulliah). It’s weird or maybe surreal cause part of me has aged to a 300-year-old grandma while a part me still feels 22. People say your 20s are the worst, while I do agree with this, I also disagree… everything in life happens for a reason (even if you don’t know the reason, I'm not The Oracle, I don’t have all the answers) so cutting my rambling aside, here are 28 lessons I've learned before turning 28 (a day later)...

P.S just putting it out there… This is not a “Taylor” thing, it’s more a “Tumblr” thing… I've read plenty of such essays before Taylor made it cool...just sayin’...

1. Invest in HIM, HE will make sure you live an easy life here and in the next world.

2. Please, please, please. Read up on The Prophet (SAWW) and his companions. He is a beautiful human being and we MUST know about him. I mean I'm sorry, if you can name 5 Kardashians but can't name more than 5 companions of The Prophet (other than the Caliphs) then you really need to reevaluate your life.

3. Comparing yourself to others is never a good idea. “You are you and that is your power”

4. TRUST YOUR INSTINCTS!!!!!! I wish to scream this from the rooftops. Your Gut Knows. It just does. Besides trust the vibes you get from other people. Energy never lies and in my experience what I interpret as the other persons’ energy turns out to be 100% true. Here’s an explanation on how your gut sends signals to your brain. Also it is important enough that Allah recorded it in the Quran. Just one sentence said by Hazarat Yaqoob A.S before he loses Yusuf A.S; "" it's a loaded sentence. His gut already trying to warn him that his sons are up to no good.

5. It is okay to take gap years in between your studies. I wish I had taken a gap year after my o levels. I would’ve had a fresher mind when going into my A levels and hopefully performing better than I did. And kids, these grades matter. The school counselor isn’t trying to scare you. They look these up even when you’re getting a job. Give them your best!

6. The 20s is the mid-life crises stage, where you experiment with most everything in life and it’s no secret there will be rejections and failures, and blows hard enough to knock the breath out of you (just keeping it real here) but here's the thing, Our mistakes aren’t scars, they're stars, guiding us for life ahead. Our experiences shape us. Besides, have faith in HIM. HE can create a path where there is none (read RED SEA).

7. Be in tune with changes in your body, it is here to protect you. And you have only one of it so might as well take care of it and not let it waste

8. Wearing black will always make you feel better about yourself. It is empowering.

9. Change is inevitable. No point fighting it. It’s the only thing consistent in life (apart from God). Embrace the change.

10. Take vitamins and keep your calcium in check. You never know when you might have to knock some dudes out. No seriously, your skeleton supports your whole mass. Keep it strong

11. Write. Write everything you feel. Write to people you love. A handwritten letter is well received a thousand times better than a post on social media.

12. Some people are oceans and some are just shallow water. Know the difference. You can never know anyone completely and that’s okay.

13. Reflect. Daily. This will provide a bigger picture of your flaws and strengths and how to work on both equally.

14. Step out of your comfort zone now and then. As in introvert, I have trouble doing this but when I do take the leap it has always been rewarding. But baby steps, please. Don’t just jump out of the plane without knowing how the parachute works.

15. Always be helpful. Over the years I've kind of lost this. I used to go out of my way to help people out within my capacity. Don’t know what's changed or maybe people suck and have become super mean. There is a lot of that going around so be helpful.

16. Read The Honorable Quran with translation! IT.WILL.CHANGE.YOUR.LIFE. PERIODT. I'm not saying the whole book in one sitting. Pick a Surah for the year. Dig deep. Look up references and Hadis. It's eye-opening. Our national poet Allama Iqbal's father told him to read the Quran as if it was sent down specifically for him. And that is very sound advice!

17. Being nice to everyone is bound to get you in a lot of trouble. As the daughter of two extremely polite parents, being nice and sweet has been instilled in me. But people suck and they will 100% use this to their advantage. Don’t stop being nice, just grow a brain or a backbone and know when to nip it in the bud when someone is trying to take advantage of this trait.

18. Always keep 1500 PKR in your wallet. ALWAYS. Its safe money.

19. Having some “alone” time is not a sin! As an introvert, I really need my recharge time. People can be draining. Introvert or not. Some time by yourself is healthy.

20. Go out to eat once in a while.

21. Give compliments. They are free and you definitely won't die if you tell someone they look nice. Try it.

22. Don’t wait for karma. Because it is going to bite the people who did you wrong in the back. He gives them a leash, but when it runs out that neck snap is heard the world over.

23. When someone is going through a trying time. Be there. Support them. It is okay to not know what to say, you’re learning as you go, you don’t have all the answers. Just be there even when you both know there's nothing either of you can do to better the situation. Just your presence, (even if it's virtual) will help them immensely. #Comethrough

24. Make to-do lists. The satisfaction of ticking or crossing something off is pure bliss.

25. Keep your soul on fleek! In other words, keep good company; the influence this has on you is astounding. ALSO, DON’T CURSE!! Allhamdulliah for civilized friends cause gladly my company knows how to better express themselves than cursing. It is NOT COOL. It was never cool. It never will be cool. Period.

26. Make a habit tracker. This is the best thing ever. I started bujo-ing (Bullet Journaling) in June 2019. And it has helped me immensely to keep a track of the habits I want in my life and the ones I want to get rid of. It’s a game-changer.

27. It is okay to outgrow friendships. Sometimes you're just friends with someone cause you work or study in the same place. The situation throws you together and you work with that. It's okay if you want to not be in contact with them when it's over. It is your life. You should get to choose your friends at least.

28. Live for yourself. Look good for yourself. Breathe for yourself. Because you are a representation of yourself. Learn, experience, grow. Enjoy the journey. You have your whole life ahead of you. Don’t give up now. Whatever the case always keep HIM in your life. HIS Mercy has no limit. There is no you without HIM.

Bonus: this isn't something I learned. I know this for a fact!! There is NO ONE like your mom. Shes one in a billion. There is no one like her. There will be no one like her.

Hope this helped. Love to all of you! :) ‘Aight I’m out! *peace*

#28 things ive learned before turning 28 #tumblr thing #taylor made it cool though #islamabad blogger #just my two cents

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writingquestionsanswered · 5 years

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Hi. I'm going to start editing today (March 1st) for the first time ever. From all the research I did I'm going to first go through the manuscript and take notes and focus on developmental edits. Do you have any tips for me?

Editing Tips

Congratulations on making it to the editing stage! You’ve already been at it for a few days by now, so hopefully you’ve found your rhythm and made some progress–but if not, that’s okay, too! Here are some things that have helped me with editing over the years…

1. Break it up into stages.

Big projects are always less daunting when you break them into smaller stages. Editing can be broken down by its different types, or you might choose different areas of your own designation to focus on with each run through.

2. Set small goals.

Whether your break editing up into different stages or not, you should still set small goals that are within relatively easy reach. It could be something like “edit for an hour today” or “edit for an hour each day this week.” It could be “edit chapter two” or “finish developmental edit.” By setting small goals for yourself and checking them off as you go, you’ll find the process feels less daunting and more rewarding.

3. Reward yourself.

This may sound silly, but don’t forget to reward yourself for meeting those goals. Whether you buy yourself a cup of coffee or a sweet treat, watch something on Netflix, or grant yourself a night out with friends, knowing there’s a reward at the end of each task can help keep you motivated and focused.

4. Don’t go it alone.

Even if our goal is to be published, sharing our writing with others can be a scary step. It can also take a lot of time and effort to find people you can count on. Still, it’s really important to try, because it’s incredibly helpful to have someone (a critique partner, another writer friend, a friend who has a good grasp on language mechanics) who can read through your manuscript to look for spelling errors/typos, misused words, grammatical errors, punctuation problems, omitted or repeated words, awkward sentence structure, and formatting errors.

5. Don’t forget to “search and destroy.”

This is an often forgotten step in editing, but one that’s incredibly important. All of us have crutch words–words or phrases that sneak their way into our words constantly. Things like smiling and nodding, eyes meeting, “heading” here or there, shrugging, etc. are a big thing to look out for. There are also great lists out there of words you can often eliminate, such as “that” and “very.” (Do a Google search for “words to cut from your writing.” And another big one to watch out for is words that are repeated too close together. For example, “I walked up to the tree and put my hand on the tree.” That second “tree” isn’t necessary. That could be “it” or “trunk” or “bark.”

As always, the most important thing is to try not to stress about it! Editing can be daunting at first, even scary, but you’ll get better and better at it as you go. There are lots of great books out there to help with editing, too, so don’t be afraid to see what’s out there and make a small investment.

Good luck!

#writing #writing tips #writing help #writing advice #wqaadvice

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lapeaudelamemoire · 5 years

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I am happy today & nothing is going to take that away from me.

1. I get to wake up to myself every morning.

2. I finished my exam today! It wasn't too bad, especially considering I listened to none of the lectures I missed...

3. My friend from NYC is coming in January!

4. Every day I think I get more grateful for the people who have loved me in my life.

5. 10 years with my first love next year!! We still talk. I'm so lucky.

6. This pretty pub!!!!!!!!! That I went to today!!!!!!!!

7. I'm very pretty. And smart. And nice. 😋

8. Everyone I have loved is still alive. I am so. Very. Fucking. Lucky.

9. I'm going through this Korean course pretty fast! 😊

10. I really think I'm healing. I really think that I'm better.

Lately I've been thinking about walking through Shanghai last year, being happy about what I had with someone. And that feeling's come back - it makes the world feel more magic. I missed that - being lost in yourself somewhere, guarded by a feeling of happiness. It's the kind of feeling that art comes out of.

I always said it's only what we make it - and I want to be glad for this life.

I - two years ago around this time I tried to drown myself in a bathtub, wanted to cut my wrists open, spent nights after nights alone, terrified of myself left alone to myself, desperately ringing suicide hotlines one after the other until they had to hang up.

Two years ago I was in the middle of a PTSD breakdown and spiralling. I haven't forgotten.

Lately I've been taking baths frequently and it's never crossed my mind to try to take a breath of water, fill my lungs, drown myself.

I don't need the knives stashed away, kept away from me.

I'm not ringing anyone who'll pick up, running panicking full of anxiety, even if I'm scared, even if I'm upset.

And I know that if I needed to, I could call, and at least three people would pick up for sure, two of whom would drive over to see me, no questions asked.

This time two years ago there was no one close enough, no one I could reach.

This time two years ago I got kicked out of a house for not being able to clean up.

This time this year my house is a fucking mess and I get to fucking leave it like that, for as long as I want, no fear no worrying no fucking terror of eviction.

This time right now it's my house, my privilege, my own space - to do whatever I want, whenever I want -

It's my house so no one minds when they come over. They say, it's your house honey, it's fine, I'm here to see you.

Fuck. Yeah.

Every day I wake up and every day the people I say thank you for every other day are still there. And every day I wake up and the days sum, keep summing.

Two years ago I was breaking down and this time last year I was not okay, but this year, this year someone else someone new one more person has loved me, I've finally moved to the country I've wanted to live in since I was 14, this time, right now, I'm doing this course I've been saying I'm studying since I turned 16 (and lied all over the place, obviously).

I don't want to take this life for granted. I don't want to take this life that has been washed in love for granted. I've been loved so long, every day.

Some months ago I nearly got ripped off the back of a (motor)bike - and it didn't strike me then how easily that might have gone so wrong till later. Last week I sat in a bar listening to a friend talk about her late husband. Two beautiful people I know have had cancer scares. Someone I love who's lost someone, who I watch still haunted.

Let me praise this mutilated world, as Zagajewski commands.

There is nothing else to praise.

Today in my exam there was a question (which now I think I answered wrong??? hahah) about a 79-year old man looking back on his life, feeling glad about it - asking which stage of Erikson's psychosocial theory it was - the answer was integrity.

So yeah, I'm old - I guess - but I've spent so much of my life trying to die. I've said so often that so much of what I write sounds like an elegy, but we're all dying, all the time - I'm not unaware.

I don't know if tomorrow I'll get run over by a bus. There was something in our existential class about the four givens, one of which is death. I haven't forgotten how my best friend and another friend who later became close had a suicide pact together, when I was 13, maybe 14. I haven't forgotten trying to kill myself once when I was 14 and once when I was 15, or all the times I tied something around my neck and tightened. I must have been 9 when I started.

This is borrowed time. I knew this almost 3 years ago in January; I knew this before then, too. I don't know how many times I've come close to death, and she let me go on my way. I don't know what time I'll go.

I know this life has been full. I know that whenever I've thought, oh, I might die right now, I haven't been anxious.

I want to keep it that way - I want to have lived well.

The only thing I know for certain is that one day, one final moment, time will be up. They asked us to draw a line in school - the line of your life. I didn't know where to mark my death.

You're young, everyone says. But so what? It's an illusion, to think that you have time - to mark my expected death at the far end of the line.

There have surely been many me's that have died. If every time we make a choice and the thing that didn't happen in this life happens - how many times have I died? So many me's that wanted another life that didn't happen - the me that wanted a life with T at 14. The me that wanted to get married to Tra at 19. The me that might have stayed with Phil, or the me that I gave up that wanted to be a Polish housewife.

Somewhere, in some parallel universe, I'm already dead.

But I'm awake right now in this one. And I swear, I'll be awake to it.

Did we just become complacent - I walked through Vilnius and the names on the museum for those who died in the war were countless. I haven't forgotten that families migrated escaping poverty. Or how without potatoes some people were starving to death.

They say don't let the sun set on your anger - but god forbid that my eyes fail the light before the sun sets at all.

Maybe I haven't seen attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. Or watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. But I've seen enough things, lived through all of them. It's true, I know - that all those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. That there comes a time to die.

I swear I'm not insensible to this time like sands through the spaces of your fingers. I swear I know how far I've walked. I swear I'm paying attention -

I was saying I was happy. I got lucky - got lucky with the last man I loved; for the first time, I think, post-breakup someone saying 'I still think you're a beautiful person.' I got lucky every turn, every moment - that lets me still be here.

The pub is the Bridge Hotel - down on long old Bridge Road. This life - is a bridge. One tightrope walk from one end to the other. This spell is a bridge between birth and death, rising from nothingness and the eventual return. This life is a hotel - there's a check-in date, and a check-out date. 需要退房。This life is an extension, given daily.

I know it. Yes, I know it.

I want the last thing I say to be thank you for this life. That I did everything in my time and left nothing undone, unsaid. Always.

#明天 #personal

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