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8 DISCOS MAGISTRAIS DO MESTRE JOÃO DONATO (POST IN MEMORIAM)

Bem, como sabem o homi deixou este plano e foi pra Orum... ou deve ser Emoriô.

E em homenagem ao grande mago do jazz e do groove brasilis, lançaremos aqui 3 obras que as vezes podem ser pouco lembradas, mas tratando-se de João Donato, jamais dá pra se afimar que é algo ruim. Aliás, tocou em mais de 20 discos de artistas consagrados como Gil, Caetano, Aldir Blanc, Paulo César Pinheiro, Gal Costa, e a lista não acabaria tão cedo...

Donato, um pioneiro da bossa nova - termo no qual não gosta, já que a define como "apenas outra alcunha para Samba produzido pelos garotos da Zona Sul" - nos presenteou com melodias envolventes e harmonias cativantes que transcenderam gerações. Sua abordagem inovadora e singular trouxe uma nova dimensão à música, que poucos instrumentistas conseguiram. Apesar de atuar predominante como instrumentista, foi com canções com vocal que a carreira de João atingiu seu auge, após conselho informal de seu compadre e colega de profissão Agostinho dos Santos.

Com mais de 30 discos lançados , sua discografia é uma viagem pela diversidade de estilos pelo Brasil. Donato sempre se reinventou, presenteando-nos com álbuns marcantes que se tornaram trilhas sonoras das nossas vidas. E nesse quadro em específico, vamos focar nas parcerias, que também não são poucas.

Sempre ativo, João costumava colar com todo tipo de gente, desde a rataria do underground como Marcelo D2, até poetas como Haroldo Campos. Conseguiu furar a bolha entre o morro e o asfalto de forma classuda e sem forçar nada. Sua música é fluída. Em cada nota, em cada acorde, o multi-instrumentista nos transporta pra paisagens sonoras impregnadas de suingue, e de sua sensibilidade ímpar.

Hoje, completam exatos um mês da partida de João, talvez o acreano mais querido do Brasil. Orgulho do norte, e fruto da Amazônia. E total traquejo brasileño. Do lado das ruas, na praia, nos morros, no campo, nos palcos, em casa. João Donato detalhava sua vida e buscava influências em coisas do cotidiano. Seu virtuosismo ecoava e ecoa até hoje por cada avenida da história da música brasileira.

Mestre maior, que descanse em paz.

E por aqui fica nossa homenagem a esse ícone. Discos dele com parcerias que abrilhantaram ainda mais a luz que João emana, e que assim como seus parceiros, também há de alumiá nós tudin lá de cima!

Donato/Deodato - 1969/1973

Primeiro da lista, o álbum foi originalmente lançado 1969, pela RCA, sem precedentes pelo Brasil, até a reedição, que hoje completando 50 anos, assim como um dos grandes tesouros de João - o incrível "Quem é Quem", 1973. Muito tempo depois esquecido por muitos da crítica e mídia musical, nós viemos aqui reverenciar esta jóia. Dividindo os teclados, seu gênio e seu brilho com o também genial e brilhante Eumir Deodato, outro que hoje com 80 anos, continua em um ostracismo bizarro por terras brasilis, fazendo mais sucesso comercial e intelectual na gringa. Talvez por ter se mudado cedo, ou ter estourado com trabalhos feito entre a década de 70 e início de 80 com o grupo de Black Music Kool & The Gang, além de outras grandes produções e arranjos sem consentimento do público e mídia brasileira.

"Deodato/Donato" marca o início da fase mais progressiva de João, onde misturava cadências do samba com grooves afronorteamericanos como soul e funk, além de texturas psicodélicas com efeitos nos teclados. O álbum tem três composições do mestre Donato e mais quatro em parceria com Eumir. irreverente e diferente, o álbum que a época era considerado exquiste jazz, por sua textura experimental, décadas depois pode ser considerado, e é, um clássico do jazz underground e brasileiro. Não bastasse a presença e alma dos brasileiros Eumir e João - entre gringos, latinos e brasileiros - o elenco vem com máxima potência e estimada cadência, com Ray Barreto (congas), Airto Moreira (percussões e efeitos), Allan Schwartzberg (bateria), Romeo Penque (flauta e assovios), Bob Rose (guitarra), Mauricio Einhorn (gaita), e metais por Michael Gibson (trombone) e Randy Brecker (trompete).

"Deodato/Donato" foi todo arranjado por João e Deodato que também conduziu a big band. Incorporam o melhor do jazz, fazendo uma espécie de fusion samba, com notas longas, harmonias incríveis e alguns improvisos que aumentam a eloquência do álbum.

Com seis faixas, Deodato/Donato certamente é mais uma obra-prima injustiçada nas páginas da nossa música. O álbum foi produzido por George Kablin e gravado por ele próprio, distribuída pelo selo gringo Muse (EUA).

Emilio Santiago Encontra João Donato - 2003

Esse aqui sim é um tesouro. Fora do catálogo e do radar das grandes plataformas, "Emílio Santiago encontra João Donato", 6 parcerias inéditas com seu irmão Lysias Ênio, poeta de grande trato com as palavras, assim como os grandes nomes que também compõe a lista de letristas e parceiros de Donato; Joyce, Carmen Costa, Norman Gimbel, Abel Silva, Caetano e Gil - além de duas faixas assinadas pela escriba de Arnaldo Antunes, sendo uma delas em parceria com Marisa Monte.

O disco segue a síncope do piano de João passeando entre a bossa nova, o samba, o bolero, e criando uma atmosfera das mais agradáveis, ainda mais contando com a voz do saudoso Emílio Santiago, certamente uma das vozes mais bonitas que esse país já ouvin. Jazz Latino de alta qualidade, entre esboços de um samba ou outro, de vez em sempre, o sambolero come solto, carregada pela alta competência do bando de craques que os acompanham. São eles; Nos sopros temos o grande Bigorna (sax tenor e flauta), Bidinho e Jessé Sadoc (trompete), além de Ricardo Pontes (flauta e sax alto). Nas cordas, começando pelo baixão, temos Jamil Joanes e Jorge Helder. Na guitarra/violão, ninguém mais ninguém menos que Nelson Faria e Ricardo Silveira. No bloco rítmico, temos Jurim Moreira, Renato Massa e o lendário Robertinho Silva na batera, também tem Sidinho na percussão desenhando nos espaços. O disco foi totalmente arranjado pelo próprio João, com pitacos de Emílio, e produzido por Almir Chediak.

Parceria mais que antiga, os dois artistas vem de uma caminhada de muitos sambas e experimentações juntos. Desde sua estreia com o disco homônimo de 195, Emílio Santiago é acompanhado como pupilo de João, com muitos discos como esse, arranjado por João.

20 anos após seu lançamento, "Emílio Santiago encontra João Donato" continua uma jóia que costura a alma de quem ouve com seu jeito único de misturas estilos latinos, assim como a maestria de seu parceiro nas interpretações de cada canção. O álbum contém 16 faixas e foi lançado pela Lumiar Discos. Foi bem recebido pela crítica da época, onde saíram em turnê por parte do Brasil e emocionando muitos . Apesar de hoje apagado o holofote, o brilho desses dois eternos mestres sempre estará altamente lá em cima, na cadência cadente, alumiano o céu del'américa!

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Síntese do Lance - 2021

Aqui é uma parceria antiga e prometida de tempos, mas que só foi se concretizar final de 2020, quando iniciaram a proposta do projeto Síntese do Lance, disco com o grandessíssimo Jards Macalé, o maldito poeta, o cara da caneta mais violenta e sentimental da tropicália ao mesmo tempo. No álbum "A Síntese do Lance", uma agradável surpresa neste ano tumultuado, João Donato e Jards Macalé se unem para trazer uma obra que reflete despojamento e modernidade. A capa, com os músicos idosos nus e escondidos por folhagens, simboliza o retorno ao início da vida. O álbum evoca a sonoridade da Bossa Nova dos anos 50 e 60, destacando a influência de Donato, precursor do movimento, e Macalé, seu fiel seguidor.

A música "Côco Táxi", única colaboração entre eles, é uma alegre melodia com toques caribenhos, lembrando composições anteriores. A canção título "A Síntese do Lance" traz um samba à moda de Donato, antecipando tendências eletrobossa. O álbum inclui outras parcerias musicais, oferecendo uma rica mistura de piano, metais e percussão, criando uma atmosfera relaxada e musicalmente rica.

Há muito esperado, celebrando não apenas a Bossa Nova, mas também suas figuras centrais, como João Gilberto, álbum é uma joia, uma adição valiosa às carreiras ilustres de Donato e Macalé, transmitindo talento e bom humor, e prestando homenagem aos clássicos da música brasileira.

No álbum "A Síntese do Lance", uma agradável surpresa neste ano tumultuado, João Donato e Jards Macalé se unem para trazer uma obra que reflete despojamento e modernidade. A capa, com os músicos idosos nus e escondidos por folhagens, simboliza o retorno ao início da vida. O álbum evoca a sonoridade da Bossa Nova dos anos 50 e 60, destacando a influência de Donato, precursor do movimento, e Macalé, seu fiel seguidor.

As gravações foram prazerosas para os artistas, que finalmente realizaram um encontro há muito esperado, celebrando não apenas a Bossa Nova, mas também suas figuras centrais, como João Gilberto. O álbum é uma joia, uma adição valiosa às carreiras ilustres de Donato e Macalé, transmitindo talento e bom humor, e prestando homenagem aos clássicos da música brasileira.

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Love Story - JJ Maybank

Request: Anonymous said:A jj imagine where the reader and him are secretly dating cause she’s a kook but she has a “fake” (rafe doesn’t think it’s fake and wants it to be real) relationship with rafe because their parents made them date for the family buisness or whatever and rafe catches them meeting up one night or something and he tells her parents and they go and get her and she fights to be with him??? (Sorry Ik it’s super long lol)

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A/N: I am so sorry this took so long to post, but I’ve been going through some stuff and working, but I hope you enjoy this, Plus this is the longest fic I’ve ever written.

We were both young when I first saw you I close my eyes and the flashback starts I'm standin' there On a balcony in summer air See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns See you make your way through the crowd And say, "Hello" Little did I know

You were stuck at another Kook event hosted by the country club your parents attend. Your parents were one of the wealthier families in the Outer banks. Your father was the district attorney, and your mother was an accomplished writer. You always hated the flashy money lifestyle they lived, finding it completely fake. The only other family that came closer to yours were the Cameron’s’. Ward and Rose Cameron had plenty of businesses and investments which helped them claim high status on the Figure Eight.

It’s didn’t surprise anyone how close the two families were. You and Sarah were close friends considering you were the same age. You and Sarah bonded over many shopping trips and getaways. You weren’t as close with her other siblings, finding Wheezie annoying and Rafe stuck up. You thought maybe Rafe would grow out of things as he got older, but he grew into a nasty personality that your parents were oblivious to.

It had been your father and Ward’s idea to set the two of you up. Ward was trying to sneak his way into your lives, thinking the DA wouldn’t be a bad friend to have when he needed something done. Your father thought Rafe was a “wonderful young gentleman with plenty to offer.” You didn’t think anything of it when it would just be your parents and the two of you until you found out from Sarah that she wasn’t invited because of this arrangement.

You were happy to carry on the façade if it helped your parents. What could it hurt? A few supper dates and showing up to events together. At least you wouldn’t have suffer through dumb Kook things alone. Soon enough you and Rafe started to hang out even when you didn’t have to. You liked seeing this side of Rafe, a more vulnerable side. He was carefree and silly when he was with you. Rafe had found himself falling for you and all your quirks. He had been feeling a lot of pressure from his father about taking over the business, and you seemed to ease some of the pressure from him.

You thought he was an okay person before he started doing drugs. You were fine with smoking weed considering you smoked yourself. You were even okay with the partying and drinking, but when you found out he was snorting coke, it went too far for you. You had talked to him about and he would always brush it off as being too stressed and it helped him. He would always get upset when you talked about, so you tried to avoid the subject.

Soon enough the drugs took over his life and he started to sell them. The people he hung out with scared you, so you kept your distance. It was rolling around to Midsummers and you were nervous of going with Rafe. He seemed to be snapping at you more and more lately and you weren’t looking forward to seeing him.

You and Sarah had gone to the mainland one day to go dress shopping and have lunch. You guys were wondering around the store when she started going on about some boy she had met. “I don’t know Y/N, he’s so great but things are so complicated.” Sarah spoke, but you didn’t understand. The last time you checked she was seeing Topper, and things were going great. “Wait are we talking about Topper? What can be complicated there, he’s a nice guy.” You questioned. “What if I’m not talking about Topper?” She trailed off, trying to gage your reaction. “I don’t know you guys were having troubles, but if he doesn’t make you happy then you should probably move on before it gets too serious.” You skimmed through some more dresses, grabbing a green one you liked. “Wait, if you’re not seeing Topper then, who is it?” You looked over at her.

“You promise not to tell anyone?” She asked almost whispering like the other people in the store might be listening. You nodded encouraging her to tell you. “John B.” She whispered. “John B. that works on your dads bought John B.? Oh-Rose is going to so pissed.” You laughed to yourself. “Yeah, we had some weird encounter the other day after the Boneyard party.” “You mean the party that he fought Topper, and that JJ Maybank almost shot him?” You recounted the last party you guys went too; things had gotten out hand quickly. “You know how things went down Y/N, Topper almost killed John B.” She reminded you. “Well, if he makes you happy then I say go for it. I’ll support you. I mean, he’s friends are pretty hot.” You giggled thinking about how attractive you found JJ.

You never tried to pursue anything with JJ because everyone knew he didn’t go for Kooks, or actual relationships. It was more of a “one and done” kind of scenario with him, and you knew that’s not what you wanted. It didn’t stop you from checking him out from your bedroom window when he came to mow your lawn once a week.

The night of midsummers had finally rolled around, and you were getting everything ready. You had your hair appointment earlier in the day and now you were getting the finishing touches of your makeup down and giggling with Sarah. “Are you guys almost done?” Rose had come in seeming inpatient. This year the Cameron’s were getting honored for all the hard work Ward had down for the community and you had to walk in with them. “Uh yeah we’re almost done, just finishing up.” You spoke up. Rose let out a huff and told you guys to be downstairs in five minutes. “Oh god, I think that crowns gone to her head.” Sarah spoke up making you laugh out loud. “What’s so funny in here?” Rafe came in texting on his phone. He was wearing a baby blue suit and you had on a simple off-white gown. When Rafe looked at you his jaw dropped. He had been to plenty events with you, but you had never gotten this dressed up. He thought looked stunning in your dress. “Holy shit Y/L/N, you look amazing” he spoke causing you to blush. Rose called up to you guys again pulling you from you trance. You and Sarah got up and headed downstairs and Rafe said he needed to get something from his room.

You guys were downstairs taking pictures with your family when you father asked where Rafe was. “I’m right here” Rafe spoke coming around the corner. You could see a bit of white powder on his suit and you knew exactly what he went to do. You rushed up and brushed the bit of powder away before anyone could tell and he let out a silent thank you. Once you got the pictures done, everyone got ready to leave, but you pulled Rafe aside for a second.

“No funny business, promise?” You asked looking into his eyes, but all you could see were blown pulps and him rolling them. “When do I ever cause problems?” He countered obviously annoyed. “I’m not saying that Rafe, I’m just saying that I don’t want anything to happen like last time.” You explained. He moved out of your grip and headed for the door. “As long as those Pouges don’t cause any problems then we have nothing to worry about.”

You practically avoided Rafe like the plague the rest of the night. You and Sarah had dance for awhile before you were interrupted by JJ Maybank, “this is from Vlad.” He shouted over the music before moving to scoop you up in his arms spinning you around as he handed something to Sarah. You looked at her confused, but she was smiling like an idiot. You gave JJ a weird look, “young love, makes people do crazy things.” He spoke still dancing with you.

You got a good look at his face; it had a few scars and a small black eye. You pretended not to notice, even though you knew it was from the movie night last week. Rafe had come home with the similar marks.

That you were Romeo, you were throwin' pebbles And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet" And I was cryin' on the staircase Beggin' you, "Please don't go, " and I said

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"

“Where’s your plus one princess?” JJ asked pulling you a little closer to him. You couldn’t help but blush at the nickname. “He’s somewhere”- “I’m right here Maybank, and I’m pretty sure you’re dancing with my girl.” Rafe stepped in, “do you mind getting me another drink, you’re working here right?” He said in nasty tone. “Well, I would you see, but I’m super busy,” JJ spoke trying to get away from the death grip Rafe had on the collar of his shirt. “Rafe, stop please, you promised.” You cut in, not wanting to cause a scene. Rafe let go of JJ and grabbed you by the arm pulling you away. You sent an apologetic look to JJ before leaving with Rafe.

Rafe had pulled you all through the venue before he got to the balcony on the second floor. “What the hell Y/N? Do you know how that looks to everyone when you defend some low life over me?” He yelled at you. You had never seen Rafe this angry with you before. “Why does it even matter, it’s not like we’re actually dating. We’re doing this to help our parents out.” You raised your voice at him. “These people don’t know that,” he gestured to everyone downstairs. “they think we’re together, but know they think you’re with that scumbag.” “Shut up Rafe, you don’t know anything about him.” You hollered at him. He had no right to say those things about JJ.

What you didn’t know was that JJ was watching from the party. He knew what Rafe was like when he was angry. He wanted to go after you when Rafe drug you away, but he also didn’t want to cause any drama towards you. He watched the two of you go up the balcony. When he saw Rafe getting in your face he headed towards the balcony to make sure you were okay.

When he got up there, he could tell you were crying, and he could still hear Rafe yelling at you. “Is everything okay Y/N?” He asked walking towards you and Rafe shook his head, “everything is fine pouge, mind your own damn business.” JJ ignored what Rafe was saying, walking towards you, “do you want to come downstairs Y/N?” he asked softly, trying to calm you down. “Look, I said we’re fine, she’s fine”- “oh yeah, most girls are fine when they’re crying like that.” JJ cut Rafe off, and you finally spoke up. “I want to go home, JJ can you please take me home.” You asked him, not looking at Rafe. “Y/N don’t be dramatic. I can take you home, we came here together.” Rafe reasoned with you, but you didn’t want to be anywhere near him.

JJ led you out of the venue and towards the door when Kelce and Topper stopped him. “Oh shit.” He mumbled under his breath, but you heard. You grabbed his hand, silently telling him you were scared, and he tucked you behind him. “Hey there Maybank, where do you think you’re going?” Kelce asked, looking down at you. “Great choice of company Y/N, hanging with trash like yourself.” He snickered, and JJ pushed him back, “what the hell did you just say about her.” He questioned and Topper pushed JJ. You saw security make there way over with your father and Rafe.

Once you left with JJ, Rafe had gone to find your father, and update him on the “bad influences” you had been hanging out with. Of course, to your father Rafe was once again the hero, even though he had been making you cry not only ten minutes earlier.

You pulled on JJ’s sleave, “J please, can we go.” You pleaded not wanting to have this fight out in the open. Before you and JJ had the chance to make a quick getaway you father grabbed you by the arm. “Y/N what are you doing?” He asked in a hush tone pulling you away from JJ before security escorted him out. You looked back at sent JJ and apologetic look and he just winked at you.

Your father took you home after that and you got the third degree from both he and your mom. “He’s a pouge Y/N/N, you deserve so much more.” You mother said, she wasn’t nearly as upset as your father. “I thought things were going well between you and Rafe, you guys seemed to get along so well.” She questioned. “How do you know what he’s like, you’ve never met him. I was just trying to help him get out before Rafe and his goon squad could cause a bigger scene.” You informed them. “Oh please, had Rafe not come got me, that Maybank’ kid would have started a fight with those boys. I’ve heard the stories Y/N, and I’ve talked to Deputy Shoupe. He’s told me all about his father’s business.”

Your father was being harsh. You didn’t know much about JJ, but everyone on this island knew about his hot temper. “I don’t want to catch you around that boy again. Do you understand me?” He asked, “yes, I understand you.” You responded trying to put the conversation to rest.

You stuck to your word, but it really wasn’t that hard. You guys lived on opposite sides of the island and never ran into each other. You had only seen him once at the Wreck and you were too nervous to go talk to him, plus he was just leaving with his friends. You spent a lot of nights thinking about him. You don’t know why he stuck up for you with Rafe that night, but you were glad he had.

The next time you saw JJ alone was at the beach. You had gone out early in the morning to paint the sunrise. There was a quiet spot on the beach that no one knew of. It was off the beaten path and was always so calm. Art was your way to escape everything and just be in the moment. When you got there, you noticed someone was already there surfing. You couldn’t tell from the shore who it was, but you decided to stay anyways.

You got yourself all settled and started to sketch the outlines, including the surfer. You had your music playing softly in the background just enjoying being in the moment. You must have zoned out because once you looked back up you noticed the person surfing was coming from the water. You were shocked to recognize JJ’s signature blonde shaggy hair. ‘Of course, it had to be him’ you thought to yourself. You hoped he wouldn’t recognize you, considering the last time he saw you; you were all dressed up for midsummers.

You went back to your painting, trying to look busy but that didn’t stop him from coming up to you. “Y/N?” He asked even though he knew it was you. “Oh, hi JJ, how are you?” You asked looking up at him. The sun was making a halo around him, and he looked gorgeous. “I’m good, what are you doing out here so early?” He asked, JJ thought he was the only one who knew of this place. “Uh, I’m just trying to get some sketches done. The sun always hits the marsh so nice out here in the morning.” You explained as he dropped his surf bored to sit next to you.

You moved over so he would have space on the blanket, and he helped himself to some of the fruit your brought with you. “I never think to bring snacks, you have anything else to eat?” He asked, “yeah I have some yogurt and granola in the backpack.” You told him and rummaged through to find it. You didn’t mind him eating it, you weren’t hungry anyways.

JJ was grateful that you let him eat your food. John B was away and the meant he couldn’t go over there and get food. He had eaten at the Wreck a couple of times, but he could only live off leftover fish and chips for so long. He basically inhaled the yogurt, finally getting a good look at what you were painting. It was the marsh, with him surfing. He didn’t know you were that talented. You guys made small talk while you finished the picture. JJ couldn’t understand why he wanted to be around you, maybe it was the calming effect you had on him.

Of course, he had seen you around the island before, but he never paid much attention. You were a Kook and by island rules, you were off limits. He knew that at midsummers, but he couldn’t help but step in when Rafe was treated you poorly. “I hope I didn’t get you in trouble at Midsummers.” He spoke up. You hadn’t expected him to bring the conversation up. “Oh, don’t apologize. If anything, I owe you an apology. My dad shouldn’t have had your escorted like some”- “Criminal?” JJ cut in, still a little upset with being kicked out. “yeah, like that.” You said, “if it makes you feel any better, I don’t think you’re a criminal. I mean I don’t really know you, but I don’t get the criminal vibes, y’know?” You spoke causing the both of you to laugh.

“Is that me in your painting?” He asked looking over your shoulder and you could feel his breath on your skin. He was close enough that you could feel the warmth of his tan skin on your own. “Uh-yeah it is. But I didn’t know it was you when I started, so does that make it less weird?” You asked, not looking at him. “It’s not weird, I’m flatter that you would include me in your drawing.” He told you and you could sense the honesty in his voice. You finished up some little details before signing it at the bottom with a heart handing it over to the blonde. “Here you can have it. I have too many drawings of this place anyways.” JJ took the drawing and placed it safely in his book bag.

You both collected your things getting ready to leave. “Maybe we can meet here again?” JJ asked hopeful you would take him up on his offer. “Uh, yeah sure. How about tomorrow?” You suggest, wanting to see him as soon as possible. “Alright, let’s meet here around 8 tomorrow morning.” “Okay.” You say smiling like an idiot before JJ is leaving in his truck.

It became a ritual between the two of you. Always meeting up there to hang out. It was easier to keep it a secret from everyone. JJ wasn’t worried about the Pouges knowing, but he knew the Kooks would never let you live it down. Of course, you didn’t care about that, but it was your family you worried about. JJ knew the pressure they put on you to be the perfect daughter and it was not easy shoes to fill. It started out innocent, just hanging out talking, you would bring food for JJ, and he would make you forgot about the pressure of being a Kook for a couple of hours.

You and JJ shared your first kiss there too. It was late one night when you heard something being thrown at your window. You had cancelled plans with JJ because of fight with your father. It was the same argument about not spending enough time with Rafe, and how it reflected badly on him and his business. It didn’t matter to him that Rafe was seeing other girls, he was blind to the Cameron’s ways. When you got up to look out the window you saw JJ standing there waving to you. He was worried when you cancelled because you had never done that before.

“What are you doing here?” You asked looking out the window. “Come down and see me, I missed you.” He spoke trying not to be too loud. You heart flutter thinking that he missed hanging out with you. You threw on some shoes and ran down the stairs.

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"

So I sneak out to the garden to see you We keep quiet, 'cause we're dead if they knew So close your eyes Escape this town for a little while, oh

Once you got outside you jumped into JJ arms giggling. The two of you took off to his truck parked down the street. “Where are we going?” You asked curiosity getting the best of you. “To our spot, I figured you need some time away.” He spoke up as he drove. You relaxed into the worn leather of the truck, and JJ was happy that you found comfort in the truck with him. He backed into the beach and the two of you got out into the bed of the truck. He grabbed some blankets from his bed at that chateau before he left and put them down to make a somewhat comfortable spot to lay down.

The two of you laid looking up at the stars and he started point out constellations in they sky. “And there’s Ursa Major.” He pointed towards the sky, “where I don’t see it?” You spoke sounding frustrated. He took your hand in his and pointed it towards the stars, “that’s the tail those 3 stars there, and then her body and legs.” He guided your hand to point in the direction of where he was talking about. “oh, I see it now!” You exclaimed giggling.

JJ knew at this moment that he was in love with you. He knew at this exact moment he would do anything for you. He thought that you were the most kind and gentle person he ever met, and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. He was pulled from his thoughts when you spoke up, “huh?” he blushed realizing you were still holding his hand. “I asked, how do you know were all these constellations are?” JJ wasn’t prepared for this conversation. You didn’t know much about his home life; he never spoke about it so you assumed he would tell you when he was ready. You could sense that he was nervous, and you squeezed his hand in a comforting gesture.

“uh-my mom used to take me down to the beach when I was kid. We would spend hours looking at the stars and she would show me all of the constellations.” He spoke not looking at you. You watched him, he was biting his lip, a tell tale sign he was nervous. “That sounds wonderful J, it must have been nice.” You spoke softly not sure if he wanted to take the conversation and farther. “She left. I don’t know, I was like in the third grade, I think. I don’t know why, but she never came back. I guess we weren’t enough for her. My dad never forgave himself, or me for it.” He almost whispered the last part, like he didn’t want you to hear.

You had seen the bruises and asked him about it, but he always blamed it on a run in with the Kooks, but you finally put two and two together. “He’s the one who hurts you isn’t he?” You ask never looking from him. It was a vulnerable conversation to have and you wanted him to know you were there for him. It was the first time he looked over at you since he started talking, and you could see the tears in his eyes. “Yeah, he is. He gets drunk to cope with mom leaving and then starts to yell. It’s the same thing every time, he says I have her eyes. When he’s sobers again, he apologizes but he’s stuck in vicious cycle.” You leaned closer to him resting your head on his shoulder, “one day we’re going to leave this stupid town and find our own place, I promise.” You whispered to him; you weren’t looking at him, but you knew he was smiling.

JJ looked over at you and leaned down locking his lips onto yours. It was like a dream come true. It was everything he wanted it to be and more. You were feeling the same thing, over the last little while hanging out with JJ you had developed a crush on him but didn’t want him to know scared the feelings wouldn’t be returned.

You both stayed in each other arms for what felt like hours when he stopped, “what time is it princess?” He asked grabbing your phone looking at the time. That’s when he saw the countless text messages from your parents. “oh shit.” He cursed under his breath. You gave him a confused look. “what? What’s wrong J?” You ask looking at your phone coming to same realization.

'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet" But you were everything to me I was beggin' you, "Please don't go, " and I said

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes" Romeo, save me, they're tryna tell me how to feel This love is difficult, but it's real Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes" Oh, oh

The two of you started to get everything packed up texting your parents to tell them you were on your way home. Just as you were climbing back in the truck another set of headlights came into view. It was weird because this was a quite a way from the rest of the island and it was late at night. “Get in the car.” JJ said to you, opening the door. You could sense his nervousness when the car came to stop. “Let’s just go JJ, probably some kids looking for a place to hook up.” You spoke wanting to go home.

To both of your surprise your father had called Rafe asking if you were with him. When Rafe said that he hadn’t seen you all night he offered to check some of the places you hung out the most. After interrogating some hopeless Pouge, they finally told him that he saw JJ Maybank’s truck head to secluded area of the island. The kid told him that he saw you in the truck with him, and then ran off. Rafe headed towards the south end of the island watching for JJ’s truck. Once he had driven the whole south end of the island, he circled back to Topper’s place to in list his help.

Topper got into Rafe’s truck pissed off because Rafe had interrupt his date with a girl he had been trying to win over for like a week. “What was so important I had to leave Kate for?” He asked as Rafe pulled out of the driveway. “Y/N’s dad called me and said she snuck out and she’s not answering her phone. You’re going to help me find her.” He explained. Topper was still confused. “Why do you need my help? She’s probably at a friend’s house, did you try calling her? Plus, I thought you were with that girl from the mainland now?” Topper inquired. “Yeah, well I ask around and someone said they saw her hanging out with that low life Maybank and she deserves better.” “Oh well then she’s probably on the old station road, someone told me that his trucks been out there a lot lately.”

Rafe was fuming with anger. He was sick of you messing around with a pouge making him look bad. He also knew that he wanted to work for her father one day and getting in good with his daughter was a good way to do it. They two men pulled down the road and drove until the saw the familiar truck and watched JJ help you get in the passenger seat. Rafe had texted your father the location and told him it was best he come; this would be a good opportunity to look good in front of him again.

You recognized the truck as soon as it came to a stop, along with your heart. JJ could tell you were scared by the way you gripped his arm. You gave him a sympathetic look. “I’m so sorry JJ.” You said and he looked at you confused until he saw who was getting out of the truck. He eyes widen at the sight of both Rafe and Topper. JJ protectively pushed you behind him before walking up to Rafe. “What’s going on here?” Rafe asked looking over at you. “Just taking Y/N home, what are you guys doing out so late?” JJ asked in a calm tone not wanting to come off threatening. He just wanted to get you home without out any fights.

Rafe had other plans on his mind. If he was going to look good in front of your father this was one of his only chances. He gave JJ a shove, “oh yeah? What are you doing with my girl Maybank?” JJ stood his ground before getting up in Rafe’s face too, you went to grab JJ’s arm trying to avoid the fight that was about to break out. “I’m not your girl Rafe. Please JJ can we just go home.” JJ looked down at you, “can you please move your truck Rafe so I can get her home.” He asked through gritted teeth. “No Topper and I’ll take her home. She doesn’t need to be hanging out with some piece of shit from the Cut.” He said his words twisting like a knife in his back.

JJ was beyond angry at this point, “kiss your mother with that mouth Cameron?” “At least my mom isn’t a runaway like yours.” That was all it took for JJ to punch Rafe square in the face. Rafe stumbled into Topper a bit before launching at JJ. The two broke into a brawl and all that could be heard were their grunts and you screaming for them to stop.

The next thing you know Topper is pulling JJ off Rafe, and your father is pulling Rafe away. Once Rafe is pulled away you run up to JJ to make sure he is okay, but before you can your father grabs your arm. “I warned you about hanging out with this trash.” He spoke with a tight grip around you arm. You looked over at JJ who was crouched by his truck. “is that what you want? Do you want to be known as trash like these other kids? Do you what he does, what his father does? Do you?” He was shaking your arm and screaming at you. “Ouch dad, you’re hurting me.” You spoke over his yelling. JJ looked over at you, he saw you father shaking your body and he could see the fear in your eyes. “Just let me say goodbye to him, please.” You pleaded with your father, and he reluctantly let you.

Once you got over to JJ you wrapped your arms around him trying to be careful of his already forming bruises. He wiped the tears off your face with the back of his thumb. “I’m sorry JJ, I should have never let any of this happen.” You whispered, and he cut you off with a quick kiss. “I’m fine princess, just go home with your dad, I don’t want you to get in any more trouble than you are. We’ll figure it out, I promise.” “No JJ, I don’t want to leave you.” “I’m fine, please you’re in enough trouble because of me in the first place.” You finally agreed to go after he promised to text you when he got back the Chateau.

It had been almost a whole week since everything went down. You almost never talked to your father anymore, and you stayed clear of Rafe and his goon squad. You went down to that spot on the beach everyday, but JJ never showed. He hadn’t texted you that night when he got home even though you blew his phone up with texted and calls. It broke you to think that you might have lost the love of your life all together just because of your selfish father.

Your parents had gone out for the afternoon and told you that the only person coming by should be the grocery boy. You protested not even wanting to answer the door. You wanted them to just have him leave them outside, but your parents didn’t want to food to spoil so you sat in your foyer staring at the wall waiting for him to come.

When you finally heard the knock on the door you open it to find Pope Heyward, JJ’s best friend on the other side. “Hi Y/N, your parents want these groceries dropped off, where do you want them?” He asked with a smile on his face. You always liked Pope he was kind and had tutor you in Math freshman year. “Um, in the kitchen is fine.” You spoke and lead him to your kitchen. “I also have some mail.” He handed a letter to you that had your name on it with messy writing. You thanked him and gave him the tip your parents left for him. Going to sit back down in the living room you opened the letter. You quickly looked over it is seeing JJ’s signature at the end with a heart.

Y/N,

I’m sorry I haven’t talked to you in a few days but my phone broke that night so I couldn’t text you. I didn’t go to our spot because I didn’t want you to be upset when you saw me, I know how you always panic when I’m hurt 😉 I promise I’ll make it up to you. Meet me on the outskirts of town at dusk tomorrow night. ~ JJ <3

I got tired of waiting Wonderin' if you were ever comin' around My faith in you was fading When I met you on the outskirts of town, and I said

Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone I keep waiting for you, but you never come Is this in my head? I don't know what to think He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring And said, "Marry me, Juliet You'll never have to be alone I love you and that's all I really know I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes" Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh 'Cause we were both young when I first saw you

You had dressed in a simple white romper with a cardigan considering it was a bit chilly out tonight. You also told your parent that you were staying at friends’ house so they wouldn’t come looking for you. You walked to the outskirts of the island and waited for JJ. You were giving up hope when you saw his truck pull up. He pulled up next to you and got out, and you ran to jump in his arms but suddenly stopped when you saw his face. It was all cut up and he had a nasty black eye. It didn’t take much for the tears to prick your eyes as your thumb smoothed over the freshly formed bruises. “It doesn’t hurt as bad as it looks.” He whispered to you, catching a few stray tears with his thumb.

“I’m so sorry J. I hate that he let them do this to you.” You said holding his face in your hands looking up at him. You could get lost in his beautiful blue eyes any day. They brought you such calm and love. JJ portrayed all his emotions in his eyes and that’s why you feel in love with them. “I tried talking to your dad, but he wouldn’t listen to me.” He said and you were shocked. No guy had ever done something like that for you. The only time a guy ever talked to your dad was for their own benefit much like Rafe did. “I don’t care what he thinks JJ. I want to be with you, and only you. You’ve made me the happiest person in the world.” You said to him, kissing him. “We’ll figure something out, you promised. I don’t care if we must keep sneaking around together. He’ll see it eventually.” You reasoned with him, the tears you were trying to hold freely falling now.

JJ hated seeing you like this. He couldn’t tear you away from your family, but he also knew that he didn’t want to try and live another day without you. He didn’t know how it was going to work but he would do what ever it took. “the two of us can jump in this truck right now and go wherever we want to go.” You said to him. “We could go for the summer, it’ll be fine. I have so money saved and we can get jobs on the mainland. Somewhere away from the Outer Banks.” You proposed hoping he would take your bait.

He thought about it for a minute. He did know some guys that were looking for help on the mainland with construction and maybe it would give your parents some time to adjust to things. “Okay, let’s go get your stuff.” The two of you went back to your house leaving a note explaining everything and bought the first tickets off the island never looking back. It really was a love story.

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justcallmenikki7 · 4 years

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BTS Reaction To: You Break Them Out of Jail

Mafia!Au

Summary: your mafia boyfriend ends in jail and you break them out of jail

Warnings: mafia au, shooting, death, badass!reader, crack, sexual undertones, the maknae causing ruckus, slight dom!reader (NO SMUT! It was just undertone towards jimin), and yeah, language.

Request:

Mind if I request A BTS mafia au reaction to their gf breaking em out of jail? Idk why but I rlly wanna see how u'd write this & I've seen so many things about how badass the mafia au males are (no hate, most of them are hella cool) so...how bout a BTS (mafia ofc) reaction to their gf being a badass? (Any scenario, etc I don't really mind)

W.C: 2.3K

Notes: wow, this was different in terms of writing about the reader being badass instead of being innocent lmao. I hope you all enjoy it! Also, I combined the two requests in this since they were similar to one another!

Jin:

Jin was not even worried about his supposed ‘time’ in prison during court. He knew that his smirk that he held during court infuriated both the judge and district attorney. He was sadistically pleased when the district attorney showed irritation when he asked, “why are you so happy? Are you happy from all of the murders and violence you have caused? Are you that sick in the head?”

Jin did not reply, but only gave him a wink and smirk.

Now, sitting in a prison cell, counting down the time until you came and broke him out of prison. When he heard commotion from down the wall, he knew it was time. Going to stand at the bars, he wrapped his hands around the bars, casually leaning so he can play the role of acting ‘suspicious’ on why there are gun shots being fired and people screaming. Once he saw your long hair and heard your voice ordering commands at his gang, he could not help but feel both turned on and in love.

“Where’s Kim Seokjin’s cell?” You demanded, gripping the collar of the guard.

“Fifth cell on the left,” he stuttered out, whimpering when he felt Taehyung’s gun being pressed to the side of his head.

Once you got in front of your husbands’ cell, you could not help but smile. “You look hot in a jumpsuit,” you winked at him.

When the jail cell opened, Jin brought you into him and gave you a deep, passionate kiss. Even though the two of you have been away from one another for two days, he still missed you like crazy.

“Hey, hyung, we gotta go or unless you want to be charcoal in t-minus five minutes, your choice.” Jungkook spoke sarcastically, leaned up against the wall casually, looking down at his watch.

“Watch it, Maknae.”

He was only answered with a bunny smile.

Yoongi:

Yoongi was leaned up against the wall outside, watching all of the other prisoners either play basketball or lift weights. He knew some of them, having ran into them on the streets or have done business with them, but that does not mean he is going to be buddies with them. The other ones, the ones he did not know, he found comical. From how they walked with such confidence and smugness, boasting about how what they did is worse than others to end up in prison.

Playing with the bracelet you got him for your second anniversary, he waited patiently for you. He knew that you were planning on how to break him out of this hell hole. So, when he saw a drome fly over the prison fence, he could not be filled with pride, knowing that his queen was saving him, something he found funny.

“What the fuck is that?” He heard the guards ask each other, but to be only answered by getting shot, the drome that Jungkook built having guns attached to it.

Screaming filled the outside, along with grenades going off.

Turning to look towards the explosion, he saw you walk out with a lady guard, gun pressed to her head as she led you to Yoongi. Once you saw him, you shot the guard, throwing her to the ground before you ran to your husband. When you got close enough, you jumped into Yoongi’s arms, legs wrapping around his waist.

“I fucking hate you, you know that?” Was the first thing you asked and the one thing that made Yoongi’s heart skip a beat happily.

“I know,” Yoongi smirked, taking your gun from you so he can get the both of you out of the shit hole of a prison.

Hoseok:

What scared the underground world the most is how equally crazy you and Hoseok are. Truthfully, the judge and district attorney, along with the police department were terrified when the newbie arrested Jung Hoseok and took him to court. He, obviously, was not warned about the one and only, Jung Hoseok.

Sitting through the whole trial with a blank, but deadly expression on his face, Hoseok was silent. He knew that the judge was terrified of him, which Hoseok found funny, playing with the old man by staring at him with a blank expression every time the judge and him made eye contact. Everyone in the court room that they will eventually be meeting their death soon from how they were going against the mafia boss.

Laying down on the uncomfortable bed, Hoseok stared blankly at the ceiling, messing with his rings. A terrified scream was what alerted him, but the laugh that followed after it had Hoseok’s heart soaring.

“Princess,” he whispered, but then scowled. “What the fuck is she doing?” He asked himself in disbelief.

“She is breaking your dumbass out of prison. Unless, you enjoy the bed and shitty food, then forget about it,” you answered sarcastically, arms crossed over your chest.

“Dumbass? Better watch your mouth princess,” Hoseok warned, smirk on his face as he walked up the bars.

“Fucking gross you guys, just unlock the jail cell and lets go before the swat gets here,” Yoongi groaned, shooting a guard.

Once you opened the cell, Hoseok brought you in, breath fanning across your neck, “Just wait until we get home.”

Looking up at him, a smile on your face. “Can’t wait,” you replied, kissing his lips sweetly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And he did.

Namjoon:

You walked into the prison, dressed in a pair of skintight jeans, black knee length boots, black blouse, and your hair curled tightly. A confident smirk was on your lips as you walked up to the window with the front desk lady sitting behind the window.

“How can I help you?” The lady asked bored, not looking up from her phone.

Rolling your eyes, you pulled your gun out from the back of your pants, cocking it, catching the lady’s attention. “Where is Kim Namjoon?” You demanded. Trying to call for back up, you shot her straight in the heart, sighing. “Dumbass.”

“Noona! You gotta chill,” Jimin teased, “I know you miss your Da—”

Slapping him, “watch it, Jiminie, or you’ll be in trouble yourself.” You whispered into his ear, drawing a whimper from the boy.

“We got the guards covered, the door is unlocked, here’s the key to his cell.” Hoseok ran up to you, handing you the keys.

“Thanks, Hoseokie.” You smiled, turning to look behind you, “Kookie, cover my ass!” You yelled, running to Namjoon, Jungkook right behind you.

“Kitten? Is that you?” You heard Namjoon call out, making your heart race. Stopping in front of his cell, you could not help but to tear up. Not seeing him for a week, you were emotional and missed your fiancé. “Don’t cry baby, I’m here now.” Unlocking his cell, you jumped into his arms, clinging onto him. “God, I’ve missed you.” Namjoon sighed, nuzzling your head, kissing the top of it. “Let’s go home.”

Jimin:

Jimin cringed at the food in front of him, even if you can call it that. “I’d rather starve than eat this shit,” he muttered to himself, pushing the tray away from him.

The sound of the lunchroom’s doors being slammed opened and two gunshots ringing throughout the room caught everyone’s attention. Commotion rose when two guards were shot, silencing the whole room. Heels clicked against the ground, a familiar sound to Jimin.

“Where is Park Jimin?” Your voice demanded, a beautiful sound to Jimin. Seokjin’s hand pointing towards the short man had you smiling brightly, relief flooding through your body at the sight of your boyfriend.

“What the fuck is this?” A prisoner demanded, standing up from his table.

Your smile turned into a scowl, eyes glaring at the male. “What does it matter to you, asshole?”

“You’re just breaking out your boyfriend, who in fact, is a murder and drug lord instead of the innocent ones? This is bullshit.” He yelled, stalking towards, only to be stopped by Taehyung and Jungkook.

Raising your gun, you shot the man in the head, annoyed by him. This caught everyone else’s attention. “Now, if anyone has a problem with this, then feel free to stand up and make your point. If not, then good for you for wanting to stay alive.”

Feeling an arm around your waist and the person leading you out of the lunchroom, you left the prison. “You being dominant and badass is a real turn on,” Jimin said, bringing a chuckle out of you.

“I was actually nervous as fuck.”

Taehyung:

Taehyung felt disgusting.

Normally, he is dressed in name brand designer clothes, such as Gucci. Right now, he is dressed in cheap jumpsuits, something that he can tell is irritating his skin. Picking at the clothes in the washrooms, he shivered in disgust at the stain that was on it. “Unsanitary,” he mumbled, shaking his head in disappointment.

Touching his face, he looked at himself in the cracked mirror, frowning once again at how dry his skin is. The sound of someone tapping on the window caught his attention. Looking up at the window that was displayed above the lockers, Taehyung saw your face pop out from the corner. He saw your eyes crinkle, a tell-tale sign of you smiling.

“Oh God, please tell me that she’s wearing a harness.” He prayed, wanting you to be secured in the harness you are obviously wearing to hang on the side of the building.

He saw you motion back, to which he did. Next thing he knew was the glass breaking, making him cringe at the sound, knowing that it caught the attention of guards. But what was surprising none came.

“Namjoon gassed the hallways, and Jimin cut off the cameras.” You answered his thoughts. “But, I am here to save you, Romeo!” You joked, throwing rope through the window for him to use to climb through the window.

“I’m coming, Juliet!” Taehyung laughed, shaking his head. Once the two of you climbed to the top of the building, he pulled you in for a hug.

“Oh!” You said excitedly, you grabbed the backpack from Yoongi, “Here’s some clothes to change in to.”

“You know me so well,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Jungkook:

As the guard was shoving Jungkook down the hallway to his cell, Jungkook could not help but to laugh.

“what the fuck are you laughing at, Jeon?” The guard demanded, shoving the mafia lead even harder from behind.

“Oh, just knowing that you are going to be dying soon.” Jungkook answered, smirking at the fact that the guard did not shove him again.

“Is that a threat, punk?” The guard demanded, but the underlying fear was evident in his voice, satisfying Jungkook.

“No, it is a promise.”

And true to his word, the sound of explosions coming from Block A caught their attention, only the reactions different. Jungkook was holding a proud smirk, knowing that you were behind this and the guard held the look of terror. Trying to reach someone over the walkie talkie, he did not realize that Jungkook was getting away.

“Fuck! Jeon get back here, now!”

As Jungkook was running down the hallway, he was hit with a bullet in the back of his shoulder, knocking him down to the ground. Jungkook let out a ‘fuck!’ from the pain he felt. The side door opened, revealing you standing with your hair in a messy bun and dust covering your face.

“Fuck no,” you growled from seeing your boyfriend on the ground, a bullet wound evident. Seeing the guard running towards you guys, you quickly took your gun out of your holster, pointing accurately at the guard before shooting him in the chest once and then the head for good measure.

“Why am I the one always getting shot,” your boyfriend groaned in irriation, “this is the second time this month.” He complained.

“Well, if you weren’t such a dumbass, then we wouldn’t be in this position.” You countered back.

“Stop being right,” Jungkook grumbled.

“I love you too, babe.”

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koizumicchi · 3 years

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LIP×LIP Docchi Kiss LIVE Report English Translation

LIP×LIP LIVE “First Kiss” ~ Docchi no Kiss Ka, Erabe yo ~ ~ Which Kiss Do You Want ~

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T/N: This WIP has been sitting untouched in my folder the moment it was tweeted ww, so like about 2 years now wwww. Since I decided to do the birthday countdown, I might as well include this and finish this at last. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AIZOU AND YUUJIROU!!!!! 愛してるよ ~

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During the waiting time, after entering the venue, the performance version of the songs compiled in the album were playing. The introduction video of the album was also inserted midway.

Lines like “Thank you for spending the same time with us.”

Reflecting on the golden chandelier is a shining light in the shade of blue. This world view of the palace certainly represents LIPxLIP. I feel like I naturally transformed into being a Julietta even before I entered (the venue).

Inside, small petals are fluttering about splendidly. Yuujirou ---> Aizou, introduction in this order.

A thin film (curtain) rose. The band members entered. Oji-san wore a black hat and in his ‘black pace’, dressed in a classic outfit.

LIP×LIP entered, in their Romeo costume.

From the left (of the stage): Nakanishi-san, Kobayashi-san, Reonnu, Aizou, Yuujirou, Keiki-san, Oji-san. Overhead is a horizontal screen.

The songs started right away.

*Nonfantasy

In the screen are images of gorgeous flowers. Right before ‘suki da yo’, (image of) small petals were falling. At Yuujirou’s ‘kimi senyou da yo’, he made a space reserved only for you with his arms. With the dark lighting, the whole venue quieted down; and after a while, the two, preparing for something, said in a clear voice, “suki da yo.”

*Yappa Saikyou

A lively video, with vivid colors used fully to the heart’s content; at the part of the interlude, letters appeared. After “Ride on” is a choreography of profound rhythm. “Daisuki tte yappa saikyou” is brilliantly done with the guts pose.

Aizou and Yuujirou introduced themselves. With the band members’ hands (introduction), the two were sparkling.

*Rodeo

The neon-colored lights are the main image of the townscape.

Smoke came from both sides.

The choreography is dynamic and lively; there are many movements from left to right and they made use of the wide stage.

“Is it OK to meet in the usual place?”

“Yes~ from the very start~”

They seem like they were facing each other.

*Choco Kano

An image of pink-colored pastries. It changes completely from Rodeo; they begin to sway from left to right. A great number of cute dance steps that matched the lyrics. “Tsukue no naka” with a ‘taking a peek’ choreography. “Dare nandesuka?”, pointed to the direction of the audience.

*White Day Kiss

Images (on the screen) of white ribbon, kiss mark, heart chocolate in light blue. Mic stand appear from below. At the chorus, did the double peace sign, swinging both hands. The swaying is impressive. At “Hyakumankai no kisu” Aizou points at his cheeks. In both no. 1 and 2, before the chorus, Yuujirou’s facial expression can’t be seen and it brought more feeling of painfulness in the production. At “Honmei dakara” Aizou draws a big heart (in the air). At no.2, Yuujirou poses as if asleep.

(MC Talk)

Aizou: It's Valentine's.

Yuujirou: How many chocolates did you receive?

Aizou: I received one from each Julietta present today.

Yuujirou: No, they gave it to me.

Aizou: What's your basis?

Yuujirou: None.

Aizou: Don't you hate those that don't have basis?

Yuujirou: ?

Aizou: I received them.

Yuujirou: And your basis is?

Aizou: None.

Yuujirou: Aizou, it is bad to lie.

Aizou: I have it somewhere!

Let's decide who is more suitable to receive them.

*Judge☆

Red balance scales, a video of a courtroom. “Hitotsume, futatsume, mitsume” is denoted by fingers.

At “igiari”, lightly pushing each other away. “Boku ga (boku ga) kimi wo (kimi wo)” the two forcibly put one foot in front of the other. The appearance of raising the back of a hand towards this direction seems comical.

*Koi wo Shiyou

Pink hearts to hearts in varying colors. “Fuku wo narabete”, a choreography of similar to placing a hanger at an elevated place. “Datsumekko” Aizou with arms crossed and taking off clothes action. The chorus is the MV’s choreography. “Akai ito de”, you can see as if the red thread existed and they are synchronized.

LIPxLIP leaving. There is a hidden microphone at the dressing room, leaking their conversation.

Aizou: Let’s fall in love ~fufufu~

Yuujirou: What are you pacing for? Are you nervous?

Aizou: Not at all

Yuujirou: During Nonfantasy, your hand holding the mic was trembling.

Aizou: I could say the same for you; you bought a can of coffee even if you don’t drink one.

Yuujirou: I bought that for you. I don’t always say this but thank you.

Aizou: ?!?!

Yuujirou: Be honest, what did you think when you partnered with me?

Aizou: Why with this guy? I thought we definitely wouldn’t match.

Yuujirou: You’re right. We didn’t align when it came to tuna mayo.

Aizou: Yuujirou would most likely be my rival so I thought I absolutely won’t lose to him.

Yuujirou: I thought an amazing guy is here when I look at Aizou

Aizou: Eh?

Yuujirou: Someone who goes to an audition with bed hair is amazing.

Aizou: It's not bed hair; I styled it! But, with him, I thought, I can fulfill the dream I've always dreamed of.

Yuujirou: .....

Aizou: Wait, Yuujirou being kind to me is suspicious. There's definitely a hidden camera somewhere.

Yuujirou: None of that sort.

Aizou: Is this revenge for the Osaka live? Everyone here, are you excited!?! I love you!

Yuujirou: Pardon us for only playing a video without sound.

Aizou: It's alright; though there's no sound, one could shout their love on their own, right?

Yuujirou: Yeah, everyone is thinking, "What are you doing, Aizou-kun? Hurry up changing your clothes!" (he imitated)

Aizou: Eh? Huh? How embarrassing. You're lying, right?

Yuujirou: It's a lie. They can only hear our voice. (meaning, no video)

Aizou: Oi! As I thought this whole thing was weird!

LIPxLIP appeared wearing their Yume Fanfare outfit

*Yume Fanfare

Because they are together, their dance shine beautifully; a song that is conveyed because it is Aizou and Yuujirou. If one is missing, it won’t work at all. A song for two people. The last harmony sums it up and is beautiful as expected. The chorus is stable and similar in the MV.

*Tsuki no Hime

“Please listen carefully”

A picture of a moon. At the chorus, the moon is red and rising; it was mysterious. At the beginning and end, both looked up at the moon and danced.

Aizou is cool, widening his legs diagonally.

Yuujirou crossed his legs; silent dance steps at the beginning, and gentlemanly from “soto no sekai watashi kara” part. The chorus has great choreography and livened up (the crowd).

“Thank you for listening carefully.”

Band members’ introduction

*Romeo

Yuujirou, from the start to the end, did not make a mistake at all. He is honestly magnificent. Aizou in his part “Nayanderu no? Ojou-san” is even more gentlemanly than before. It gradually softened later on. Seemingly like the East Country, a huge feeling of exhilaration overflows in the choreography. At “eran de”, the pose is very-like Aizou and Yuujirou. They jumped the whole time and both of them looked like they enjoyed it more than anyone else.

LIPxLIP and the band members leave.

Encore.

LIPxLIP and the band members enter.

They changed to the LIVE t-shirt: Aizou ---> black Yuujirou ---> white

*Hitsuyou Fukkaketsu

At the end (of the song) is a clip/scene of a thin cloud on a blue sky. They held each other’s mics and sang. *Silver tape (similar to party streamers; on concerts these are a custom) falls from above. They left their Yume Fanfare shoes on: Aizou tucking his trousers inside his shoes and Yuujirou leaving his outside.

*Repaint

An image wherein you can feel the time of space from the pale bubbles in a light blue sky. Came out in different colors. Mic held in their hands, the two bent down at “seishun wa ima mo tsuzuiteru”. You’d be drawn in at the rush of excitement at the last chorus. They waved both hands left and right.

Both: Thank you! (waving at different directions)

Yuujirou: I love you-! (suki da yo)

Julietta: Kyaa-!

Aizou: (I want to do it too) Okay, here goes!

Julietta:

Aizou: I love you-! (aishiteru yo)

Julietta: Kyaa-!

They bowed while their hands were connected. Aizou is always waving his hand and so Yuujirou pulled his arm so they could return back. Later on, Yuujirou comes out all of a sudden and waves goodbye. The fans were given permission to take photos of the venue for five minutes.

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T/N: Keep in mind that Japanese and English aren’t my first language so I apologize if there are some mistakes. As always, if you’re going to use/reference my translations, please do not claim it as your own and credit me.

#LIPxLIP #aizou #yuujirou #honeyworks #shibasaki aizou #someya yuujirou #docchi kiss #docchi kiss first live #LIPxLIP birthday 2021 countdown #lipxlip translation

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Easter Eggs linking Anastasia, National Treasures, Da Vinci Codes, Indiana Jones: Following the Bread Crumbs or Ball of Thread out of the Labyrinth and into the Crypt of Aaliyah and DMX

Sunday May 23rd 5.23.21 222 days remaining 3 Days until Full Moon Lunar Eclipse

Protectors of Treasured Secrets, Guardians of Truths are entrusted with keeping sacred valuables. Well what do we hold sacred? Do we have any secrets to hide? Do we have treasured artifacts anymore? Are they someone else's galleries, museums, stock rooms?

Something passed down from generation to generation. Our DNA, genetic coded messages. In our cells nuclei. Family. Is more precious than we know. Melanin unlocked with the golden keys of the dark universe. Stars, constellations revealing above what is below and within our smallest parts of our selves.

These are our stories...really and truly they are.

Out of all of these movies, they highlighted one highly melinated person in each movie for National Treasure. Eventhough the premise is about Black People. In National Treasure (NT), The little boy decodes the Silence DoGood Letters with the cipher by counting the letters. Gematria is a key. He reveals the location of the LIberty Bell. One guy have him ONE DOLLAR BILLS and the other gave him a BENJAMIN. Is it really about "Benjamin Franklin," really? or the Tribe of Benjamin. This boy is the key. Now why do you think that is?

BEN is the son or the STONE. YAMIN.

NT2 shows a drawing of Estaban, the slave that cured the Native AMericans who showed him the Sought after City of Gold, Cibola. Also can be transliterated as SIBYLA. Come on now, Huh. As Dick Gregory highlighted the points. HUH. They say that to find the Treasure of the AGes, the "SECRET LIES WITH CHARLOTTE." In the first NT movie it was a ship frozen in the ARtic Circle carrying the pipe with coded message about the map on the Declaration of Independence, in some gun powder, Black like Melanin. OKay. But in the Book of Secrets, CHarlotte was a freed slave that had George Washington's blue prints of the undergrown passages of Mount Vernon. This passage with the Indian Arrow head that when angled correctly opened the doors of knowledge of the Book and the pages of Presidential illumination location. Secret of 47. perhaps the 47th president of US. or the degrees of the Compass on the Freemason logo. Let's not knowingly leave out that the hidden CIty of Gold was in the "BLACK" Hills.

Doctor Nichols is seen initially as a supporter of the GATES family accomplishments, but spins towards the Confederate descendant, Wilkerson for what seems to be money and fear for his life.

It's not hard to see how marginalized that keep black people out of these stories, despite the fact that it is really the central piece. Templar Treasure in DaVinci Code and National Treasure is found in Solomon's Temple and the Crusades (WAR) on the Muslim/Moors to gain the valuables from EGYPT and the Bloodline of JESUS. As described in the BIBLE to be Brass colored with Wooly Hair. We are talking about a brown man with an AFRO. His blood line with Mary Magdelene leads them to France, along with the Royal Romanov Blood line with Anastasia. This word is in the BiBLE New TESTAMENT with regards to JESUS resurrection. EASTER. Don't forget that AALIYAH was ANASTASIA in the music video for Journey to the Past. She also had a big part on special features for the DVD where she goes to FRANCE and goes to the Rose Line. Look it up. She does a mini documentary on Russian/French landmarks in France.

Why is this important to secret treasure. IN her Music Video More Than a Woman she speaks of "Secret Treasure, keeps on getting better", and puts her finger over her lips. Even see the same star seen in Da Vinci as sacred feminine. In the movie, Teabing, speaks of the Priory of Sion revealing the truth about the lineage of Jesus Descendant in 2000. That's when Aaliyah was in ROMEO MUST DIE. A coded movie about DMX death by a getting shot (vaccine or OD) and her death reported on 8/26. This has more loaded messages since Kapernick took the knee on this day in 2016 like the Templar Knights and main characters, Nicholas Cage and Tom Hanks, did to honor this treasure of DIvine Feminine, as Holy Grail knights.

Da Vinci Code has one scene when they escape to the streets of Paris, with the drug addicts, prostitutes in a park and MS. Neveu, Jesus and Mary M's heir stop a heroine addict from using, perhaps even avoiding an overdose and they play DMX sounding rapper. If anybody can recognize the song, please let me know. In National Treasure they go to Mount Vernon, Virginia which is supposedly George Washington's residence, but there is a Mount Vernon just south of Yonkers, New York where DMX was raised and resided. Just to add to the other connections to him with the opening scene of the Movie taking place on April 9th, the same day he died and even on Good Friday. Also in DVC, Teabing mention the Gospel of Philip the Apostle relating to Jesus being married to Mary M. Remember Prince Philip died on the same day as DMX.

Almost forgot to mention, that a coded message in the Louvre Museum to find the Fleur de lie key, was DARK IS the Con of MAN. They rearranged the letter to mean Madonna on the Rocks. But if you know what DMX stands for is Dark Man X. You'll clearly see it in this code.

The Kicker is this. IN Da Vinci Code, they show a picture of the Last Supper showing Mary M, sitting next to Jesus with Holy Grail, V, between them. They say his descendant was said to have died in a car crash, but in reality the Priory of Sion kept her and raised her. Now think about this too. Anastasia, was thought to have died, but was raised in an Orphanage for 10 years. Remember Aaliyah was Anastasia, if you look at the Journey from the past video as well as her having the same graphic star as Anastasia wore on her locket and Trish/Aaliyah had the same design in her apartment in Romeo Must Die.

Just Imagine if there is a secret being told right in front of our eyes. Listen to the sounds, keys, notes. The Holy Grail. Temple Treasure. Indiana Jones and National Treasure show Coronado. Can't help but see Corona. In the Temple of Doom opening scene about China and Wuhan, chicken flu, Bats, coded into Corona. Crusades, Holy Wars for Holy GRAIL. Sacred land of Israel is being fought over again. They term for their right to return is....Aaliyah and now look at this last 11 days war in Palestine/Holy Land ending days 50 days from Easter and Passover. Before the 2021 Lunar and Solar Eclipse.

The power of ritual with the blood of the dark people.

Blood Money-Sang Real

Misra, Isra-el, Egypt

Exodus-Exile

GET OUT

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princelymlm · 5 years

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Gotta Be LGBT+

This is a list of just some of the LGBT+ content out there. Anything on this list was contains LGBT+ characters or was made by LGBT+ creators. All entries on this list were sent in by followers and have not been confirmed by the mod. (Entries with ‘rep not given’ next to them mean that the suggestion did not include what kind of representation is in the content)

Put everything under the cut since this list started getting really long

Books/Comics

They Both Die At The End - Adam Silvera (mlm)

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe - Benjamin Alire-Saénz (mlm)

Symptoms of Being Human (genderfluid)

Lily and Dunkin - Donna Gephart (trans/trans woman)

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo - Taylor Jenkins Reid (wlw/bi)

The Gentleman’s Guide To Vice and Virtue - Mackenzie Lee (mlm/gay/bi)

Been Here All Along - Sandy Hall (gay/bi)

History Is All You Left Me - Adam Silvera (mlm/gay)

Blue Is The Warmest Color - Julie Maroh (wlw/bi/lesbian)

Mask of Shadows - Linsey Miller (bi/genderfluid)

Once and Future - Cori McCarthy (wlw/mlm/gay/bi/nonbinary)

Simon vs the Homosapiens Agenda - Beck Albertalli (mlm/gay)

Leah on the Offbeat - Becky Albertalli (wlw/bi)

Grasshopper Jungle - Andrew Smith (questioning/mlm)

The Rest of Us Just Live Here - Patrick Ness (mlm/gay)

Flying Tips For Flightless Birds - Kelly McCaughrain (mlm/gay)

I’ll Give You The Sun - Jandy Nelson (mlm)

Point Pleasant - Jen Archer Wood (mlm)

True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys - Gerard Way (mlm/wlw)

The Wayfarers Series - Becky Chambers (wlw/aro/trans man/nonbinary/genderfluid)

Vesuvius Club - Mark Gatiss (bi)

The Song of Achilles - Madeline Miller (mlm)

Radio Silence - Alice Oseman (bi/mlm/demi/gay/pan/wlw/lesbian)

Of Fire and Stars - Audrey Coulthurst (wlw/lesbian)

Magnus Chase Series - Rick Riordan (genderfluid)

Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan (gay)

This Is Kind of An Epic Love Story - Kheyrn Callender (mlm/wlw)

Gracefully Grayson - Ami Polonsky (trans woman)

If I Was Your Girl - Meredith Russon (trans woman)

Call Me By Your Name - Andre Aciman (mlm)

Red, White, and Royal Blue - Casey McQuinston (mlm)

I Wish You All The Best - Mason Deaver (nonbinary)

Dreadnaught + Sovereign - April Daniels (wlw/trans woman)

The Art of Being Normal - Lisa Williamson (trans)

The Gone Series - Michael Grant (mlm/wlw)

One Of Us Is Lying - Karen McManus (mlm)

Six Of Crows - Leigh Bardugo (mlm)

Crooked Kingdom - Leigh Bardugo (rep not given)

The Last Sun - Author Not Provided (rep not given)

Romeo and/or Juliet - Ryan North (rep not given)

American Gods - Neil Gaiman (mlm/gay/bi)

The Mage Wars Series - Mercedes Lackey (gay)

Scott Pilgrim vs The World - Bryan Lee O’Malley (mlm/gay/wlw)

Boyfriends With Girlfriends - Alex Sánchez (mlm/wlw/bi/gay)

Will Grayson, Will Grayson - David Levithan & John Green (mlm)

This Is Where It Ends -Marieke Nijkamp (lesbian/wlw)

Carry On - Rainbow Rowell (mlm)

Stranger Than Fanfiction - Chris Colfer (mlm/trans man/gay)

The Reader Trilogy (The Reader, The Speaker, The Storyteller) - Traci Chee (mlm/wlw/nonbinary)

I Was Born For This - Alice Oseman (trans)

Heartstopper - Alice Oseman (mlm)

The Broken Earth Trilogy - MK Jemisin (trans woman/poly/pan/mlm

A Boy Worth Knowing - Jennifer Cosgrove (mlm/bi/gay)

The Rifter - Author Not Provided (mlm)

Snapdragon - Author Not Provided (wlw/ trans woman)

The Priory of the Orange Tree - Samantha Shannon (wlw/lesbian/mlm/gay)

Tipping the Velvet - Sarah Waters (wlw/lesbian)

Fingersmith - Sarah Waters (wlw/lesbian)

The Paying Guests - Sarah Waters (wlw/lesbian)

I Am J - Cris Beam (trans man)

Little And Lion - Brandy Colbert (bi)

Autoboyography - Christina Lauren (bi)

Felix Ever After - Kacen Callender (trans)

Birthday - Meredith Russo (trans)

Stay Gold - Tobly McSmith (trans)

You Should See Me In A Crown - Leah Johnson (lesbian)

Girls of Paper and Fire - Natasha Ngan (lesbian)

The Henna Wars - Adiba Jaigirdar (lesbian)

Let's Talk About Love - Claire Kann (ace)

The Lady's Guide To Petticoats and Piracy - Mackenzi Lee (ace/aro)

The Vanishers' Place - Aliette De Bodard (wlw)

Ash - Malinda Lo (wlw/bi)

The Little Homo Sapiens Scientist - S. L. Huang (wlw)

Everfair - Nisi Shawl (wlw)

Dread Nation: Risse Up - Justina Ireland (wlw/bi/ace)

The Gilda Stories - Jewelle Gomez (wlw/lesbian)

The True Queen - Zen Cho (wlw)

The Devourers - Indra Das (genderfluid/bi)

We Set The Dark On Fire - Tehlor Kay Mejia (wlw)

Smoketown - Tenea D. Johnson (wlw/lesbian)

Falling In Love With Hominids - Nalo Hopkinson (wlw)

The Fox’s Tower and Other Tales - Yoon Ha Lee (nonbinary)

Her Body and Other Parties - Carmen Maria Machado (wlw)

Beneath the Citadel - Destiny Soria (mlm/gay/bi/ace)

Witchmark - C.L Polk (mlm/gay)

The Prey of Gods - Nicky Drayden (trans/bi)

An Unkindness of Ghosts - Rivers Solomon (wlw/trans/nonbinary/intersex)

The Root - Na’amen Gobert Tilahun (mlm/gay)

Gods & Monsters: Snake Eyes - Hillary Monohan (wlw)

Labyrinth Lost - Zoraida Cordova (wlw/bi)

The Winged Histories - Sofia Samatar (wlw)

The Weight of Stars - K. Ancrum (wlw)

Huntress - Malinda Lo (wlw)

Will Do Magic For Small Change - Andrea Hairston (bi/pan/nonbinary)

The Last Chronomancer - Reilyn J Hardy (aro/ace/genderfluid/lesbian)

A Taste of Honey - Kai Ashante Wilson (mlm/bi)

Deadline - Stephanie Ahn (wlw/lesbian)

The Read Threads of Fortune - JY Yang (wlw/bi)

Not Your Sidekick - C.B. Lee (wlw/bi)

Timekeeper - Tara Sim (mlm)

Ascension - Jacqueline Koyangi (wlw)

When The Moon Was Ours - Anna-Marie McLemore (trans)

Amberlough - Lara Elena Donnelly (mlm/gay)

The Perfect Assassin - K.A Doore (gay/ace/mlm)

Afterparty - Daryl Gregory (wlw/lesbian)

Borderline - Mishell Baker (wlw/bi)

The Cloud Roads - Martha Wells (bi)

An Accident of Stars - Foz Meadows (wlw/bi/aro/trans)

The Last 8 - Laura Pohl (aro/bi)

Failure to Communicate - Kaia Sonderby (wlw/bi)

The Luminous Dead - Caitlin Starling (wlw)

The Wrong Stars - Tim Pratt (wlw)

Full Fathom Five - Max Gladstone (trans)

A Memory Called Empire - Arkady Martine (wlw)

Silver In the Wood - Emily Tesh (mlm)

The Raven Tower - Ann Leckie (mlm/bi/trans)

Ariah - B.R. Sanders (mlm/bi/nonbinary)

The Raven and the Reindeer - T. Kingfisher (wlw)

Planetfall - Emma Newman (bi)

Black Wings Beating - Alex London (ace/gay/mlm)

The Scorpion Rule - Erin Bow (bi)

Inkmistress - Audrey Coulthurst (bi)

Into the Drowning Deep - Mira Grant (wlw/bi/lesbian)

Vengeful - V.E Schwab (ace)

Blackfish City - Sam J Miller (nonbinary)

Daughter of Mystery - Heather Rose Jones (wlw/lesbian)

Stranger Grace - Tessa Gratton (bi/pan)

The Brilliant Death - Amy Rose Capetta (nonbinary)

Chameleon Moon - RoAnna Sylver (wlw/trans/ace)

19 Love Stories - David Levithan (trans/queer)

It’s Not Like It’s A Secret - Author Not Given (wlw)

Picture Us In The Light - Author Not Given (mlm)

Two Can Keep A Secret - Author Not Given (mlm/bi)

Death Sets Sail - Author Not Given (wlw)

Becoming Dinah - Author Not Given (rep not provided)

Witch Wolf series - Winter Pennington (wlw, lesbian, bisexual)

Underrealm series - Garrett Robinson (wlw, mlm, nonbinary, trans man trans woman, trans, pansexual, bisexual)

A Cloak of Red - Brenna Gawain (wlw, lesbian)

Blood Canticles - Naomi Clark (wlw)

Podcasts

Welcome to Night Vale (mlm/gay/wlw/nonbinary)

Dreamboy (mlm/gay)

Alice Isn’t Dead (wlw/lesbian)

The Penumbra Podcast (mlm/bi/genderfluid/nonbinary)

My Favorite Podcast (trans men)

Within the Wires (wlw)

The Adventure Zone (mlm/wlw/trans/gnc/nonbinary)

Limetown (wlw/lesbian)

Getting Curious With Jonathan Van Ness (nblm/nonbinary)

Friends at the Table (mlm/wlw/nonbinary)

LezHangOut (wlw)

Bright Sessions (mlm/demi/ace)

Queer As Fact (historical lgbt)

History Is Gay (historical lgbt)

Always Here (historical lgbt)

And That’s Why We Drink (nonbinary)

Magnus Archives (mlm/ace)

The Two Princes (mlm/gay/bi)

Girl-ish (trans women)

The Bright Sessions (gay/ace)

TV Shows/Movies/ETC

One Day At A Time (Remake) (wlw/lesbian/nonbinary)

Love, Simon (mlm/gay)

A Single Man (mlm/gay)

Brokeback Mountain (mlm/gay)

In The Flesh (mlm/gay)

Weekend (mlm)

RWBY (wlw/trans)

Jessica Jones (wlw/lesbian)

Critical Role (mlm/gay/bi/wlw/lesbian/nonbinary/genderfluid)

Pose (trans women/gay)

Schitt’s Creek (pan/mlm)

White Collar (wlw)

Lucifer (bi)

Umbrella Academy (mlm/wlw)

Call Me By Your Name (mlm)

Brooklyn Nine Nine (mlm/gay/bi)

Steven Universe (nonbinary)

Sailor Moon (wlw)

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (wlw)

Sense8 (mlm/gay/wlw/lesbian/trans woman)

Doom Patrol (?/rep not given)

Good Omens (nonbinary)

Gentleman Jack (wlw)

American Gods (mlm/gay/bi/two-spirit)

Orange Is The New Black (wlw/trans)

Blue Is The Warmest Color (wlw)

Shameless (mlm/trans)

Euphoria (wlw/trans woman)

Modern Family (mlm/gay)

Daisy Brown ARG (wlw/lesbian)

Deadpool (pan)

Deadpool 2 (pan/wlw)

Alex Strangelove (mlm/gay)

Wynonna Earp (lesbian/gay/wlw)

She-Ra (wlw/mlm/gay/bi/lesbian/nonbinary/trans man)

SKAM (rep not provided)

Gotham (bi)

The Haunting of Hill House (wlw)

The Haunting of Bly Manor (wlw)

Kipo and the Wonderbeasts (mlm/gay/nonbinary)

Billie and Emma (wlw)

Carmen & Lola (wlw)

Carol (wlw)

Disobedience (wlw)

Elisa & Marcela (wlw)

Good Manners (wlw)

The Handmaiden (wlw)

Heart Beat Loud (wlw)

Portrait of a Lady on Fire (wlw)

Rafiki (wlw)

Stranger Things (wlw)

Handsome Devil (mlm)

Pride (wlw/mlm)

Musicals

The Prom (wlw/lesbian)

Be More Chill (mlm/bi)

Fun Home (wlw)

Spring Awakening (mlm)

A New Brain (mlm)

Falsettos (mlm/wlw)

Rent (mlm/wlw)

Firebringer (wlw/bi)

A Very Potter Musical (mlm/gay)

The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals (wlw)

Bare: A Pop Opera (mlm)

Everybody’s Talking About Jaime (mlm/gay)

Yank! The Musical (mlm)

Octet (wlw)

Ghost Quartet (wlw)

Spies Are Forever (mlm/gay)

Willow: A New Musical (wlw)

Over And Out: A New Musical (nblw/nonbinary)

Video Games

Fallout: New Vegas (mlm/gay/wlw/lesbian)

When The Night Comes (mlm/nonbinary)

The Arcana (nonbinary)

Dream Daddy (mlm/gay/bi/pan/trans)

Dragon Age (mlm/wlw/gay/lesbian/trans/pan/bi)

Smile For Me (wlw)

Undertale (trans/nonbinary/wlw/mlm)

Monster Prom (nonbinary)

Cookie Run (nonbinary/mlm/wlw/bi/pan)

The Missing (wlw/trans woman)

Fable 2 & 3 (wlw/mlm)

Borderlands 2 (mlm/wlw/bi/gay/lesbian)

Gone Home (wlw)

Prey (wlw)

Dishonored 2 (nonbinary/wlw)

Deus Ex Mankind Divided System Rift (rep not given)

Assassins Creed Series (mlm/wlw/gay/lesbian/trans)

The Last of Us (wlw/lesbian)

Mass Effect Series (mlm/wlw/gay/lesbian/bi)

Life Is Strange (wlw)

Overwatch (mlm/gay/wlw/lesbian)

Animal Crossing (pan)

Night In The Woods (pan/mlm/trans woman)

The Elder Scrolls (trans/wlw/lesbian)

Dreamfall Chapters (mlm/gay)

Dishonored: Death of the Outsider (wlw)

In the Outer Worlds (wlw/ace)

Elder Scrolls: Skyrim (mlm/wlw)

Fallout 4 (wlw/mlm)

Hades (mlm/bi)

Obviously this list is far from complete so feel free to add to it or let me know of anything else and I’ll edit the post to add it as long as you include the category it belongs to! Be sure to include what representation it has though otherwise I can’t add it!

#lgbt #mlm #wlw #bi #gay #lesbian #trans #nb #nblm #nblnb #nblw #lgbt recs

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readingabookmostofthetimes · 3 years

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Happy 2021

The books I read in 2020 are:

Silber das dritte Büch der Traume, by Kerstin Gier

Paper Princess, by Erin Watt

the Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, by Robert Louis Stevenson

The Emerald Sea, by Richelle Mead

The First Kiss, by Julie Kagawa

Ash's Story, by Amy Ewing

Broken Prince, by Erin Watt

Sil's Story, by Amy Ewing

The Wishing Well, by Amy Ewing

The Fury, by L.J. Smith

Twisted Palace, by Erin Watt

Dark Reunion, by L.J. Smith

Nightshade, by Andrea Cremer

Fallen Heir, by Erin Watt

Tarnished Crown, by Erin Watt

Shadow Days, by Andrea Cremer

Wolfsbane, by Andrea Cremer

Treachery, by Andrea Cremer

Cracked Kingdom, by Erin Watt

Bloodrose, by Andrea Cremer

Deep Blue, by Jennifer Donnelly

Dance of Shadows, by Yelena Black

Rogue Wave, by Jennifer Donnelly

The Maze Runner, by James Dashner

Dance of Fire, by Yelena Black

Dark Tide, by Jennifer Donnelly

Marked, by P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast

Sea Spell, by Jennifer Donnelly

The Forever Crew, by C.M. Stunich

Five Feet Apart, by Rachael Lippincott

The Meeting, by Richelle Mead

Homecoming, by Richelle Mead

Betrayed, by P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast

Trapping Quincy, by Nicole Riddley

The Scorch Trials, by James Dashner

A Court of Thorns and Roses, by Sarah J. Maas

De Erfenis van Richaes Grenville, Natalie Koch

Een Vorm van Verraad, by Lieneke Dijkzeul

Familiegeluk, by Barbara Sevenstern

The Betrothed, by Kiera Cass

Het Levende Labyrint, by Natalie Koch

Onder de Sterren van Montpellier, by Marina Folkers

A Court of Mist and Fury, by Sarah J. Maas

Hart van Glas, by Miranda Peters

Aftermath, by Andrea Cremer

Chosen, by P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast

The Death Cure, by James Dashner

Hart van Vuur, by Miranda Peters

Untamed, by P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast

De Stad van de Alchemist, by Natalie Koch

Hunted, by P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast

Hart van Smaragd, by Miranda Peters

Heartless, by Marissa Meyer

A Court of Wings and Ruin, by Sarah J Maas

The Paladin Prophecy, by Mark Frost

Nightfall, by L.J. Smith

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aethelflaedladyofmercia · 4 years

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Of Poetry and Valentines

I’ve decided that even though I may not participate in every day of @ineffablehusbandsweek I might as well at least write a story for prompt #1.

1. Valentine’s Day -- (3,400 words)

Chocolate Love-A Cake.

Million Heart Cheesecake.

Mint-To-Be Chocolate Candies.

Some sort of cupcake simply titled Heart of the Batter.

Crowley had been standing in Aziraphale’s favorite bakery for over forty-five minutes. He’d stopped even trying to hold up the queue, which now simply flowed around him

Even the pastries without disgustingly twee names were covered in little frosting hearts and other nonsense. Not to mention all that pink.

“Are you ready to order yet?” asked the girl behind the till, handing yet another customer an absurdly elaborate confection that represented exactly six pounds and thirteen pence worth of I love you.

“Nh,” Crowley said, glancing at the coffee list. The flavors of the month started with Cupid Cappuccino and it went downhill fast from there. “Euh.”

“I’ll give you five more minutes,” she said, with far more chirpy good cheer than was strictly necessary.

The streets of Soho had been transformed. Paper hearts and cupids in every window; massive displays of roses, orchids, tulips and lilies spilled out in front of every shop, regardless of what they sold; even the nearest pub was covered in bright pink garlands and little red fairy lights.

Did no one in this district have even an ounce of self-respect?

Crowley stepped up to the Bentley and groaned. Someone had tied a red heart balloon to the wing mirror of every car on the street. Someone else had stuck little pink animal and flower shapes all over the windscreens.

The Bentley now sported a paper rabbit with Some bunny loves you! scrawled across it, as well as a large paper flower reading:

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Here’s a Valentine

Just for you!

He pulled them both off and shredded them to confetti, yet all the tiny pieces still managed to look like little hearts. The balloon he transformed into a pink-and-red football and kicked it as far down the street as he could.

Crowley slammed the door of the Bentley as he climbed in, and angrily shoved one of his favorite Wagner CDs into the player. Of course, what emerged was not the prelude to Das Rheingold but Queen’s “Crazy Little Thing Called Love.”

He slapped the radio off and glared at the dashboard. “Cut that out. I swear to Someone, if you even try and pull that on me today…”

Leaving the threat to hang in the air, he turned the radio back on and skipped to the second song, which was now “March of the Black Queen.”

“Better,” he muttered, and pulled away from the kerb.

Aziraphale had never taken to Valentine’s Day, no more than any other saint’s feast day, in any case. He hadn’t commented at all when, almost six centuries ago, it had been co-opted by certain European courts as a day of romance.

Crowley, on the other hand, dove right into it, reveled in it: the poetry, the elaborate tournaments, the sighing tales of courtly love. He was in his element.

After all, a celebration of love might be considered Heavenly, but a day devoted to pageantry and dramatic empty gestures? With an undercurrent of lust masked by a noble myth of pure adoration? That sounded downright demonic.

At least, that’s what he told Head Office. Humans, as always, did ninety percent of the work. Crowley simply observed and dropped a few well-placed suggestions. The poetry got worse, the eloquent love declarations more empty.

By 1800, the exchange of awful verse and sappy greetings in mid-February had become so entrenched in English society that printers had begun to mass-produce cards for the holiday. By 1835, thousands of Valentines – store bought or handmade – were sent through the post every year.

A few more whispered words into the right ears. In 1840, postal rates across the kingdom dropped, and the first postage stamp was introduced. The next February, four hundred thousand Valentines Day cards were mailed all around the country – and, thanks to the changes in the postal system, they could now be sent anonymously.

On the thirteenth of February, 1841, an envelope was delivered to A.Z. Fell & Co. Bookshop – there was no sender’s address, no salutation, just a number and street name, hastily scribbled. Inside was a simple piece of white card, covered enthusiastically but inexpertly with white lace; pasted in the center, framed by a heart, was a printed image, a bouquet of red roses and blue forget-me-nots. Below, a bit of gold ribbon surrounded a single word: Devotion.

“I don’t know, Angel,” Crowley grumbled when Aziraphale showed it to him. “Could be anyone. Could be one of your customers. Maybe one of them has a thing for rude shopkeepers.”

“I don’t think so,” Aziraphale said, turning the card over to study the pattern of the lace. “There’s something very familiar about it…”

“Familiar?” Crowley demanded sharply.

“I mean, the sender is being very familiar with the recipient. As if they’d known each other a long time.” He ran his finger across the single word. “Perhaps it was misdirected?”

“Nrg.” Crowley shrugged.

In 1842, another envelope arrived. This one held a pre-printed card, a single flower on a pink-and-gold background. A bright red heart, tucked behind a pink ribbon, carried the message:

Paeonia, symbol of happiness sublime

Wilt thou be my Valentine?

More pre-printed cards followed.

In 1843, two birds built a nest, filled with hearts instead of eggs.

In 1846, a couple strolling through a watercolor landscape under the words Valentine Greetings.

In 1849, a little girl in a white dress with a basket of roses, and the words With True Love.

In 1852, the angels started appearing. The first was surrounded by morning glories and gold filigree. Loving Greeting.

1853 brought back the lace and forget-me-nots, surrounding a winged figure wrapped in lace and gauze and little else. With Love and Devotion.

In 1854, a chubby cupid crossed a serene lake in a white-and-gold boat filled with pink roses; a line of white swans bridled with more roses pulled it along. Love’s Message to my Valentine.

“They’re just pre-printed messages,” Crowley pointed out in 1856. “They don’t mean anything. Whoever sent it probably just picked one that looked nice.”

“Oh, no, there’s real feeling behind it, I’m sure. Look at this.” It was the most elaborate yet: white lace, roses, hearts, a dove delivering a heart-covered envelope to a little angel, white ribbon framing a poem, tied in a perfect bow.

Crowley rolled his whole head in an exaggerated gesture. “Trying way too hard,” was all he said.

“Are you jealous?” Aziraphale asked with a grin.

“Jealous? What, that you get sappy misdirected mail? No, I’m fine without.”

Aziraphale pursed his lips, studying first Crowley, then the card. “Sixteen years? Without missing one? Surely it must be intentional.”

“Angel, a million of those are sent every year. There has to be some mistakes in all that.”

“Perhaps you’re right…” His eyes ran across the poem one more time.

May this bow of white

Which gives delight

And which I send to you

A token be

Of love divine

Oh, will’t thou be

My Valentine?

“Truly horrible verse,” Crowley muttered. “Does that even scan?”

1857 saw the return of the hand-made cards. Skillfully cut paper, lace, ribbons, flowers – sometimes painted, sometimes embroidered onto linen. Pre-made pieces, painstakingly glued together with endearing imperfection. The messages were short, but hand-written: To My Star. Valentine Greeting. Love Always.

“They have different handwriting,” Crowley pointed out. “Different senders.”

“I suppose,” Aziraphale conceded. “Unless the sender is disguising their handwriting.”

“Wh-what? Why would anyone do that?”

“I don’t know. But look – all the ribbons are pasted on exactly the same way.”

Crowley squinted at three different cards. “I don’t see it,” he said flatly. “I think it’s your imagination. Do you want a secret admirer?”

“No,” Aziraphale started slowly, glancing at Crowley from the corner of his eyes. “No, on the whole I’d rather have an admirer I knew.”

“Mh. Why do you keep those, anyway?”

“Oh, I love a mystery.” Aziraphale felt the grin slide across his face. “Anonymous cards, mailed to my shop every Valentines Day for almost twenty years? Simply irresistible, wouldn’t you say?”

Crowley, apparently, had nothing at all to say.

In 1862, the poetry returned, pre-printed again but at least somewhat better verse. Around a watercolor that was possibly meant to depict Romeo and Juliet:

I may wander over land and sea

Pass many days away from thee

Yet my heart can never rove

From thee, my own, my love.

Aziraphale professed it was his favorite yet, but Crowley only scowled.

The greatest shock was the card that arrived in 1864.

Aziraphale had not expected anything that year. The envelope sat in his hands, as simple and anonymous as all the others. Inside, a heart-shaped card framing an almost embarrassingly cute cat.

This little kitten,

Valentine,

Has come to ask you

To be mine.

He suddenly realized he had made a grave miscalculation. If these cards were still arriving after…after certain recent developments…that could only mean…

Well. At least Crowley was no longer around to realize what a foolish conclusion he’d jumped to.

Another print arrived in 1865, a young lady holding a tulip to her nose.

Oh! Would I were the flower that sips

The honied kisses from your lips.

My Darling Valentine.

The card tumbled from his trembling fingers.

Why? Why did he even bother opening it? Why did he keep them even now?

Aziraphale grabbed all twenty-five Valentine’s Day cards and thrust them into a box. He found a spot on the highest shelf of the bookcase furthest from the door, tucked the box into a corner so gloomy even he could barely spot it. He was absolutely determined to forget any cards had ever arrived.

The envelope that arrived in 1866 was tucked, unopened, into a thick volume of Greek philosophy and pushed back onto a dusty shelf. Aziraphale swore no matter how many more arrived, he would never look.

But, as if a spell were broken, no more Valentines were delivered after that. And the last one remained unopened for over seventy-five years.

Until, two nights after a certain incident in a church, he found it again, hands shaking from the exertion of the search, from the unnamed emotions racing through him.

The card inside was gold and silver lace, simple yet elegant in a way he hadn’t remembered the others being. There was an earnest charm to the way the edges didn’t quite line up to the white paper underneath. In the center, a printed poem, surrounded by hand-painted flowers in more varieties than Aziraphale could name.

Valentine –

Fain would I guard thee through life’s desert drear

And fling around thee love to soothe and cheer

For thee I live might I but call thee mine

I’d be forever thy own Valentine.

He didn’t know how it was possible, but only one being in all Creation would send such a poem.

Aziraphale sat down on the floor of his shop. The tears he’d been holding in for two days finally began to fall.

After Crowley woke from his extended nap, he was disgusted to find how the holiday had spiraled out of control, how it only grew worse with every passing decade. Chocolates. Jewelry. Mass-market commercialization. It became a million-pound industry, and eventually a billion-pound one. Where once hopeful lovers could send a chintzy greeting card for a few pennies, the fools now spent a week’s pay – or more – on useless trinkets, somehow convinced it would ensure a return of affection.

And the engagements! The diamond rings, the elaborate proposals.

It was an absolute mockery of the cheap, empty exchange of sentiments he had spent so long cultivating. Was nothing sacred?

He was sure the Americans were to blame.

And yet now, when the holiday was devoid even of the anti-meaning Crowley had worked so hard to endow it with, now Aziraphale took notice? Now he began decorating his shop with angels even more absurd than the ones he usually collected? Now he put vases full of dried flowers on every table – roses and carnations and tulips in pink and red and white?

Every year, the traditions grew worse, yet Aziraphale only embraced the holiday more.

The Apocalypse had come and gone. The world had changed. For eight months they’d stood on the cusp of…something.

It was absurd. They each knew how the other felt – there was no denying it at this point – but somehow, after six thousand years, Crowley suddenly couldn’t find a way to say the words. Now it was Aziraphale waiting patiently on him, and if that wasn’t embarrassing, he didn’t know what was.

He just needed the right time. He’d hoped Valentine’s Day could be it.

But here it was, the fourteenth of February, and all Crowley felt was fed up. He couldn’t bring himself to buy the overpriced flowers, the punfully-named treats, even a racy gag gift (of which there was never any shortage in Soho). It just felt…empty.

He walked into the bookshop and prepared to disappoint his angel.

Aziraphale had set up a garland of sorts, too, but not paper flowers or bright red crepe paper. Across the two pillars nearest the door – where no one entering the shop could miss them, let alone Crowley – hanging from a string, were twenty-six Victorian Valentine’s Day cards.

Some were handmade – clumsy and uneven. Some were pre-printed – cheap, mass-produced. All were just a little tacky, but in the light of the shop, they seemed to glow with love.

“Ah! You’re here.” Aziraphale emerged with a pile of 19th-century romance novels, which he proceeded to arrange on the front table, to more easily chase customers away from them. “How do you like my decorating?”

“Oh. Uh. You. You kept those.”

“Naturally.” He didn’t even turn away from his task. “They were sent by someone very important to me.”

Crowley gulped. “You worked that out, then?”

“Yes, dear, in 1843.” Aziraphale chuckled, standing a copy of Wuthering Heights on the top of his display.

“Uh…Nh…” Crowley felt his face getting very warm. “You could have said –”

“I assumed, at the time, this was the beginning of some very elaborate prank on your part, and I was curious to see where it might go.”

“You – you said it was a mystery!”

“Yes, that was me playing along.” Satisfied with his display, Aziraphale turned back. “Now, if we’re finally going to talk about this, I do have a question.”

Crowley shoved his hands into his pockets and shuffled his feet. No avoiding this, it seemed. “Fine. Right. I wanted to tell you how I felt, but it was…it was too much. Too big.” He looked at the ceiling as he talked, the walls, anywhere but at the angel who was now watching him with rapt attention. “You’d just reject it, and I didn’t want that kind of…y’know. So I just – I devalued what it means to say…that…on Valentine’s Day. Made it cheap and easy and meaningless so that when I told you, maybe it wouldn’t seem so big. Maybe you’d be able to accept it. Or at least maybe the rejection wouldn’t hurt as much.”

Soft footsteps across the floorboards, and Aziraphale’s hand on his cheek, drawing his face back down to meet that blue gaze.

“I know. I worked that out, oh, seventy years ago.”

“You what?”

“Once I understood how you felt, well, it seemed rather obvious. I also know why it never worked.”

Crowley hadn’t felt this completely lost since the night the world had almost ended. He reached up and grasped Aziraphale’s hand for balance. “Please…enlighten me.”

“Crowley, dear. A meaningless bit of frippery bought for a few pennies? A quiet I love you disguised as a joke? That’s not who you are. You need a big, grand show of affection, a blazing banner across the sky, or it won’t ever feel real to you. So even when I told you I liked the cards, you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. The holiday was all wrong.”

“Thanks,” Crowley grumbled.

“Well, I was going to say something when you next sent me a card, only you never did. And so I, well, I decided to encourage the humans to, as you say, ‘go bigger.’ I thought you wouldn’t be able to resist a culture of grand romantic gestures. Only I’m not very subtle and it got rather out of hand.”

Behind his glasses, Crowley blinked.

“So…all – all that,” Crowley waved a hand at the window. “All that was you?”

“Oh, yes.” He smiled apologetically, though the bastard had probably never been sorry a day in his life. “The holiday generally, and also more specifically the state of Soho just now. I’ve been rather giddy lately and it seems to have gone contagious.”

Crowley thought of everything the day had come to mean – the heart-shaped sweets, the over-the-top dinners, flowers that cost as much as an outfit, jewelry that cost as much as a car. Piles of gifts of every description, sky-diving marriage proposals, holiday getaways to Paris or Florence or tiny cottages in snow-filled forests.

“Aziraphale,” he laughed, found he couldn’t stop laughing. “Angel! You…you made a whole holiday of big, stupid, over-the-top romantic gestures for me?”

“Only because you started it.” He slipped his arms around Crowley’s neck, pulling them together, resting his head on Crowley’s shoulder. “Happy Valentine’s Day, dear.”

Crowley wrapped his arms around Aziraphale’s hips, pressing their bodies close. The words he wanted to say danced on the edge of his tongue, waiting for the right moment. Not yet, not yet. Instead he asked, “Didn’t you have a question?”

“Ah, yes. How did you do it?” Aziraphale pulled back enough to look up at his eyes. “The last three cards arrived while you were asleep.”

“Oh! That’s easy enough.” His hands found their way into Aziraphale’s and, without anyone needing to suggest it out loud, they walked together to the back room and the well-worn sofa, where a bottle of wine waited for them. “I didn’t want to lose my nerve, so I would buy and send the cards five at a time. I gave the post office instructions to mail them one per year. I told myself each time, ‘After the last card, I’ll say it out loud.’ But, well, I always wound up buying more cards.”

Aziaphale froze two steps away from the sofa. “Are you saying you haven’t bought me a Valentine since 1861? This is outrageous.”

Crowley rolled his eyes, flinging himself down and pulling Aziraphale after him. “Have you seen what passes for romantic verse these days? Pathetic. I’m not going to pay…five pounds or whatever it is for that nonsense.”

“Mmm.” Aziraphale shifted to lean against him, flashing another bastard smile. “I suppose the card selection has been disappointing lately. Still, an angel likes a little poetry now and again.”

“Poetry, is it?” Crowley pulled off his glasses and tossed them aside so he could meet that breathtaking blue gaze straight on. Caught one of Aziraphale’s hands and held it to his chest.

Women have loved before as I love now;

At least, in lively chronicles of the past –

Of Irish waters by a Cornish prow

Or Trojan waters by a Spartan mast

Much to their cost invaded – here and there,

Hunting the amorous line, skimming the rest,

I find some woman bearing as I bear

Love like a burning city in the breast.

I think however that of all alive

I only in such utter, ancient way

Do suffer love; in me alone survive

The unregenerate passions of a day

When treacherous queens, with death upon the tread,

Heedless and willful, took their knights to bed.

“Oh,” Aziraphale murmured. “Well, that’s hardly appropriate for a card.”

Crowley tried to raise Aziraphale’s hand to his lips, but discovered he was shaking too much. “It’s – You’re probably right. But it’s how I’ve felt. For a very long time.”

Aziraphale pulled his hand back, then leaned in to softly brush his lips against Crowley’s. Hesitant. Shy. But when he finished, he didn’t pull back. Crowley could feel the trembling of Aziraphale’s breath, mirroring his own.

“I love you, too,” his angel whispered. “I hope you know that.”

-- end --

Inspired by the pastries at my local bakery, and by a conversation with @angel-and-serpent

All the Victorian Valentines described are actual cards (I tried to do all vintage, but some may have been replicas/modern cards in “Victorian” style), slightly altered to be easier to describe. I also changed a word or two where the poetry was especially bad.

The final poem is by Edna St. Vincent Millay. I’ve said many times I default write the Husbands as asexual, but then Crowley goes and picks one of the sexy sonnets, so I guess interpret where things go from there as you see fit. (I’m ace myself and not going to try and deny the power of Millay’s sexy sonnets. Look at that thing. I become 5% more allo and 8% gayer every time I read it.)

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ao3feed-captiveprince · 4 years

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Hangout for all fandoms!!

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2VJy9YY

by Marvelous_Stark

Just a place for everyone of every random to hang out and talk about their ships and anything they'd like! :)

This is probably a complete waste of my time, to be honest. Facebook is a thing too lol.

You can comment links to works you've made, or ones you enjoy! Honestly post anything but hate.

Have fun, make friends, and please no arguing 😓

Words: 12, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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Ward, Brave Police J-Decker, MAAS Sarah J. - Works, Night World - L. J. Smith, K-pop, K (Anime), Red Velvet (K-pop Band), Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter - Laurell K. Hamilton, OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes, 斉木楠雄のΨ難 | Saiki Kusuo no Sai-nan | The Disastrous Life of Saiki K., K.A.R.D (Band), K-On!, Merry Gentry - Laurell K Hamilton, Earthsea - Ursula K. Le Guin, Everworld Series - K. A. Applegate, The Left Hand of Darkness - Ursula K. Le Guin, Society of Gentlemen - K. J. Charles, The Broken Earth Series - N. K. Jemisin, L'Arc~en~Ciel, Dracula: l'amour plus fort que la mort - Ouali, Sackett Series - Louis L'Amour, L'appart du 5e (TV), L'agneau carnivore - Agustín Gómez Arcos, L'amica geniale | The Neapolitan Novels - Elena Ferrante, L'amant | The Lover (1992), Dracula: l'amour plus fort que la mort - Ouali RPF, Dracula: Entre l'amour et la mort - Leclerc/Tabra/Ouzounian & Pelletier, Porgi l'altra guancia | Two Missionaries (1974), The Talon and Chantry Series - Louis L'Amour, Les Crimes de l'amour: Eugénie de Franval | The Crimes of Love: Eugenie de Franval - Marquis de Sade, Les Crimes de l'amour: Ernestine | The Crimes of Love: Ernestine - Marquis de Sade, L'apprenti sorcier | The Sorcerer's Apprentice - Paul Dukas (Song), L'art du crime | The Art of Crime (TV), M&M's Commercials, House M.D., Anne of Green Gables - L. M. Montgomery, Baby-Sitters Club - Ann M. Martin, Super Junior-M, Chalet School - Elinor M. Brent-Dyer, Mayans M.C. (TV), Marvel (House of M), Earth's Children - Jean M. Auel, The Culture - Iain M. Banks, Emily of New Moon - L. M. Montgomery, Peter and Wendy - J. M. Barrie, Blue Castle - L. M. Montgomery, Emberverse - S. M. Stirling, Ed Edd n Eddy, Guns N' Roses, N.Flying (Band), N.E.R.D.S. - Michael Buckley, Kid n Teenagers (Web Comic), The Inheritance Trilogy - N. K. Jemisin, On n'demande qu'à en rire RPF, Sleeping Beauty Series - A. N. Roquelaure, M A N I A - Fall Out Boy (Album), The Paper Magician Series - Charlie N. Holmberg, Effluent Engine - N. K. Jemisin, Boyz n the Hood (1991), November Rain - Guns N' Roses (Music Video), Happily N'Ever After (2006), Dreamblood Series - N. K. Jemisin, Aubrey-Maturin Series - Patrick O'Brian, The Rocky Horror Show - O'Brien, Seven O'Clock (Band), The Things They Carried - Tim O'Brien, Modesty Blaise - Peter O'Donnell, 10 O'Clock Live RPF, Mrs Frisby and the Rats of NIMH - Robert C. 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(TV 1980), 古剑奇谭 | Gujian Qitan (Video Games), 诡秘之主 - 爱潜水的乌贼 | Guǐ Mì Zhī Zhǔ - Ài Qián Shuǐ De Wū Zéi, Persona Q: Shadow of the Labyrinth, 灵契 | Ling Qi | Spiritpact, 秦时明月 | Qín Shí Míngyuè | The Legend of Qin - All Media Types, 法医秦明 | Medical Examiner Dr. Qin (TV), Persona Q2: New Cinema Labyrinth, 庆余年 | Qing Yu Nian (TV), Tantei Gakuen Q | Detective Academy Q, Avenue Q - Lopez/Marx, 情定三生 | Qing Ding San Sheng (TV), 古剑奇谭 | Gujian Qitan (TV), 你却爱着一个傻逼 - 水千丞 | In Love with an Idiot - Shui Qian Cheng, 开封奇谈 | Kai Feng Qi Tan (TV), 大秦帝國 | Da Qin Di Guo | The Qin Empire (TV), Afdeling Q | Department Q (Movies), Power Rangers R.P.M., The Legend of Drizzt Series - R. A. Salvatore, Mary Russell - Laurie R. King, Nightside Series - Simon R. Green, R.O.D: Read or Die & Related Fandoms, E/R (1984), Wonder - R. J. Palacio, Smith of Wootton Major - J. R. R. Tolkien, Deathstalker Series - Simon R. Green, S.C.I.谜案集 | S.C.I. Mystery (TV), S.C.I.谜案集 | S.C.I. Mystery (TV) RPF, The Expanse Series - James S. A. Corey, The Last Unicorn - Peter S. Beagle, Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats - T. S. Eliot, The Daevabad Trilogy - S. A. Chakraborty, Star Wars: Phasma - Delilah S. Dawson, Draka Series - S. M. Stirling, s-CRY-ed, Wings of Fire - Tui T. Sutherland, Green Creek Series - T.J. Klune, T-Ara, Mad T Party Band, T.U.F.F. Puppy, The Tempest Series - T. D. Cloud, The Waste Land - T. S. Eliot, t.A.T.u. (Band), T. J. Hooker (TV), T.M.Revolution, Topp Dogg | Xeno-T (Band), The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015), The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (TV), U-KISS, Hollywood U: Rising Star, U2 (Band), The Girl from U.N.C.L.E., The Man From U.N.C.L.E. 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Dixon & Carolyn Keene, 君の名は。| Kimi no Na wa. | Your Name., 四月は君の嘘 | Shigatsu wa Kimi no Uso | Your lie in April, 田中くんはいつもけだるげ | Tanaka-kun wa Itsumo Kedaruge | Tanaka is Always Listless, 会長はメイド様! | Kaichou wa Maid-sama! | Maid Sama!, 囀る鳥は羽ばたかない | Saezuru Tori wa Habatakanai, كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة | Kitaab 'alf layla wa-layla | One Thousand and One Nights, 裏切りは僕の名前を知っている | Uragiri wa Boku no Namae wo Shitteiru | The Betrayal Knows My Name, 結城友奈は勇者である | Yuuki Yuuna wa Yuusha de aru | Yuki Yuna is a Hero, ふたりはプリキュア | Futari wa Pretty Cure, 今日から俺は!! | Kyou Kara Ore Wa!!, Koko wa Greenwood | Here is Greenwood, Bounen no Xam'd | Xam'd: Lost Memories, The X-Files, X-Men - All Media Types, Monsta X (Band), X-Men (Movieverse), Hunter X Hunter, X-Men (Comicverse), X-Men (Alternate Timeline Movies), X1 (Korea Band), X-Men Evolution, Pocket Monsters: X & Y | Pokemon X & Y Versions, Rockman X | Mega Man X, Star Wars Legends: X-Wing Series - Aaron Allston & Michael Stackpole, X -エックス- | X/1999, Hoshi no Kaabii | Kirby: Right Back at Ya!, やがて君になる | Yagate Kimi ni Naru | Bloom Into You (Manga), Y: The Last Man, かくりよの宿飯 | Kakuriyo no Yadomeshi | Kakuriyo: Bed & Breakfast for Spirits (Anime), Sarai-ya Goyou | House of Five Leaves, Pokemon + Nobunaga no Yabou | Pokemon Conquest, Y tu mamá también (2001), Ya-ya-yah (Band), Y Gwyll | Hinterland, 传说之主的夫人 - 尹琊 | The Legendary Master's Wife - Yin Ya, Libro de los ejemplos del conde Lucanor y de Patronio | Tales of Count Lucanor - Don Juan Manuel, Yes or No อยากรัก ก็รักเลย | Yes or No: Yaak Rak Gaw Rak Loey (Movies), Olmos y Robles (TV), Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood (2002), Ya lyublyu tebya | You I Love (2004), Z for Zachariah (2015), Z Nation (TV), Z.Tao (Musician), The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod - Zac Brewer, A.B.C.-Z, World War Z - Max Brooks, Suite Life of Zack & Cody, Lost Souls - Poppy Z. Brite, Demashitaa! Powerpuff Girls Z, House of Leaves - Mark Z. Danielewski, World War Z (2013), Exquisite Corpse - Poppy Z. Brite, The Slayer Chronicles - Zac Brewer, Mazinger Z, Drawing Blood - Poppy Z. 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Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: I'll add more soon - Character

Relationships: I'll add more soon

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read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2VJy9YY

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #captive prince

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ao3feed-saintseiya · 4 years

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Hangout for all fandoms!!

AO3: https://ift.tt/2VJy9YY

by Marvelous_Stark

Just a place for everyone of every random to hang out and talk about their ships and anything they'd like! :)

This is probably a complete waste of my time, to be honest. Facebook is a thing too lol.

You can comment links to works you've made, or ones you enjoy! Honestly post anything but hate.

Have fun, make friends, and please no arguing 😓

Words: 12, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: I'll add more soon - Character

Relationships: I'll add more soon

Additional Tags: I'll add more soon - Freeform

AO3: https://ift.tt/2VJy9YY

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #saint seiya #los caballeros del zodiaco #Hangout for all fandoms!!

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ao3feed-themanfromunclemovie · 4 years

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Hangout for all fandoms!!

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3f1Io2o

by Marvelous_Stark

Just a place for everyone of every random to hang out and talk about their ships and anything they'd like! :)

This is probably a complete waste of my time, to be honest. Facebook is a thing too lol.

You can comment links to works you've made, or ones you enjoy! Honestly post anything but hate.

Have fun, make friends, and please no arguing 😓

Words: 12, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: I'll add more soon - Character

Relationships: I'll add more soon

Additional Tags: I'll add more soon - Freeform

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3f1Io2o

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #tmfu #the man from uncle

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