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sae-midori · 2 years
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Sometimes as artists, we forget to celebrate the little triumphs in our works as we go. A difficult challenge overcome, or the pure happy feeling of completing something we’re super proud of. Today I’m celebrating both! This little summertime lotus pond may be a very small corner in a very large RWBY nature scene, but it’s the final piece of the pond completed at last! I’m so happy for this little success!
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hogbu · 2 years
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Summerscape 2022 ... (c)rebfoto par rebfoto... Via Flickr : Soccer league ... Ottawa Canada .. Pic in my Summerscape 2022 Album ... Pic taken June 2, 2022 Thanks for your views, faves, invites and comments ... (c)rebfoto
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musicaespansiva · 6 months
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From August 2023 -- Spending the weekend immersed in Vaughan Williams up at Bard College. As soon as I saw Sinfonia Antarctica on the program list, I knew I wanted to come up.
First two concerts down on Friday night:
First night:
I loved “Flos Campi”.  Such a weird, fascinating scoring (for small orch, viola and wordless chorus).  Pre-figures a little bit of the sonorities of Sinfonia Antartica.  Distinctive and original sound.  Also clearly of a piece w/ Ravel’s Daphnis et Chloe, showing Ravel’s teaching influence on VW.
I’ve never thought much of “Five Variants of ‘Dives and Lazarus’” on disc.  Live it was a lot better.  It’s such gentle, delicate music that I don’t think its virtues come off in the recordings I’ve heard.  Optimistic, hopeful and harkening back to an older time.
The Lark Ascending — amazing piece, as always.  Not quite as ‘taking off’ as you might hope, but is that just the mind’s perfect envisioning not happening?
Loved “Capriol Suite” by Peter Warlock.  Perfect light music (no implied pejorative) - esp. enjoyed the very delicate pizzicato playing.  Why isn’t this played more?
The two small Delius pieces are pleasant but slight and could have been skipped.  Holst’s St. Paul’s Suite is a much better piece.
And then there’s the Elgar.  More and more I find I truly dislike the lugubriousness of his Serenade for Strings.  Is it the way it’s played?  Is it that for this piece, the string orchestra just seems to be a muddle?  (But the other pieces showed how this need not be the case.)  In any case, I need to not listen to this for a long, long time.  It’s not Elgar in general (see, Cello Concerto or Enigma Variations), but to me it’s just sludge.
Second Afternoon:
Best were:  Jacob’s Sonatina, Bartok’s Rhapsody, Rubbra’s Ave Maria … and VW’s String Quartet #2.  Though I wish the String Quartet had been played with a little more bite and angst.  It’s almost as if, since it’s VW, they wouldn’t go as harsh as they would with DSCH or Bartok.  But it's clearly there in the music.  Still good.
The talk before the performance also highlighted the leading role of the viola in VW’s quartet, and that the quartet was written for and dedicated to the violist of the quartet who first premiered the piece.
Second Evening:
This was the highlight of the weekend. One of my favorite Vaughn Williams symphonies — Sinfonia Antarctica — was the big draw for me.  As soon as it started, I just broke out in smiles.  I could quibble about a few minor things:  the soprano soloist emoted a bit more than I’d like — she’s “implacable nature,” not a dying diva; a few random emphases here and there.
But this was one of the first times where Botstein played an ‘unknown’ piece that I know well, and didn’t let me down.  Orchestral detail was fantastic, the chorus was wonderful.  Hearing it this way with concentrated viewing (as opposed to on headphones, etc.) did make it seem like VW should have probably edited about 5 or so minutes out of it   But it was still incredible.
The projections of the ‘superscriptions’ on the wall behind the orchestra was a fine middle ground between speaking them (which seems awfully stuff in person) and ignoring them (which misses the benefit completely).  Some of the other Antarctic pictures were a little cutesy, but others were good.  And it did fill up the time (see last paragraph).
Equally impressive was the Symphony No. 8, which wasn’t one of his that I knew the best. It has a freshness of musical and orchestral experimentation that is just fun.  It tries out tricks and never lets the energy flag, while being charming all the same time.  Take the charm of Prokofiev’s Classical Symphony, the spontaneity of Shostakovich’s 1st Symphony, and add it to VW’s wonderful orchestration and you have this symphony.  It won some awards at the time, and this committed performance really made you believe it deserved them.
The rest of the evening was fine.  Maconchy’s “Proud Thames” was a fine short tone poem, but not enough to make me buy more of her music in the lobby.  Sibelius’s “Andante Festivo” is nice, but wasn’t necessary.  Walton’s “Partita for Orchestra” was the best of the lot, but it got blown away in my mind by the 8th Symphony that followed it.
Third Morning:
The smaller chamber music concert.  Again best was the substantial VW piece — the Violin Sonata in A Minor.
The rest has mostly faded in the memory.  Probably most interesting was Michael Tippet’s Piano Sonata No. 1.  Eclectic but not as forbidding as his later works would be.  (This was his first ‘authorized’ piece.)
Third Afternoon:
I’ve never been a fan of the Falstaff story, and especially the Merry Wives of Windsor.  It seems to me the story of an annoying blowhard, who everyone just tolerates and then forgives. I didn’t like it in Chimes at Midnight, and I’ve always kept a distance from the Verdi.  The parts of him in Henry IV are fine, but it’s really only the renunciation by Henry Vth that really is very interesting to me.
With that having been said, both the production and the musical quality of VW’s opera “Sir John in Love” (adapted straight from The Merry Wives of Windsor”)  were quite enjoyable.  The production dressed everyone in garb appropriate to the 20’s (when VW wrote the opera), which worked well.  And solo writing is a lot of fun.  It still seems like that cute tale that grandpas and grandmas can chuckle at in the theater, but it was a very pleasant way to spend an afternoon.
Each of the characters is nicely characterized in the music, and the excellent performances brought that out well.  It’s not something I’d seek out again, but I’m glad I saw it.
Two small notes:
1.  Small mention of Martin Luther Clark — that queen came out looking fabulous in these pump boots and dangly earrings in the Saturday afternoon concert to perform the vocals in the Rubbra setting.  And then turned around and did an excellent job of being the befuddled, slightly nerdy Swallow in Sir John in Love.
2.  Walking back to the car I heard this couple musing over Greensleeves (which is used as the basis for some variations in Sir John in Love).  They apparently had never heard of it before (!!!) or at the least felt that it must be much more significant to the English, since it was largely unknown to them.  I kept wondering what planet they were from.
Bard Summerscape, Vaughan Williams and His World, August 2023.
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hopecel · 1 year
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“Oh, come on! Don’t play the guitar!”
Laurey Williams & Curly Mclain played by:
Amber Gray & Damon Daunno  (Bard Summerscape festival)
Rebecca Naomi Jones & Damon Daunno (St Ann's Warehouse run)
Rebecca Naomi Jones & Damon Daunno (Broadway run at Circle in the Square)
Sasha Hutchings & Sean Grandillo (National Tour)
Anoushka Lucas & Arthur Darvill (Young Vic off-West End run)
Anoushka Lucas & Arthur Darvill (West End run at Wyndham's Theatre)
Anoushka Lucas & Sam Palladio (West End run at Wyndham's Theatre)
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hunny-lamb · 8 months
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Bard Summerscape revival of Oklahoma is so unserious. Aunt Eller's like "Jud runs the farm by himself. Well two women couldn't do it!!" What, and one depressed emo loser boy can? Get real.
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citizenoftmrrwlnd · 10 months
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Peridot (Steven Universe) Playlist 5 songs - electronic
↝ Summerscape - Snail's House ↝ Be With You - Giraffage ↝ Contact - Daft Punk ↝ Be Crazy - Kai Takahashi ↝ Music Sounds Better With You - Stardust
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haute-lifestyle-com · 8 months
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Summerscapes is a curated collection of works by Kirsten Tradowsky, Nick McPhail, and Stephen Ormandy representing the joys of summer. Pool scenes, rainbow infused sculpture remind us to slow down, have fun, and enjoy the moment.
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citylifeorg · 9 months
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Saint-Saëns’s "Henri VIII" at Bard SummerScape
Bass-baritone Alfred Walker (photo: Walter Hill) Since its inception, the annual Bard SummerScape festival has presented a series of stellar revivals of important but neglected operas. As a highlight of its landmark 20th anniversary season, Bard SummerScape presents the first major new American production of Camille Saint-Saëns’s unjustly neglected grand opera Henri VIII. Drawing additional…
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janamonji · 1 year
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Stripped Down Modernized 'Oklahoma!' Mostly Works
Stripped Down Modernized ‘Oklahoma!’ Mostly Works
Sasha Hutchings plays Laurey and Sean Grandillo plays Curly in the Bard Summerscape Production of Rodgers & Hammerstein’s “OKLAHOMA!” currently at the Ahmanson. Photo by Matt Murphy. The posters for “OKLAHOMA!” that opened this week at the Ahmanson make things clear: This isn’t a bunch of White people dancing and singing. This is Rodgers and Hammerstein meets diversity of the Black and White…
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parfumery-wiki · 2 years
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Escentric 05 Escentric Molecules Nose: Geza Schoen
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Immerse yourself in the Cerulean Blue of Escentric 05, a portal to the summerscapes of the Mediterranean.
"Cashmeran is dry, radiant, warm and woody with an unexpected touch of pine resin," says Geza Schoen. "That gave me the idea of creating a different kind of summer fragrance. I wanted to evoke what it was like to be by the sea, but not by using the usual marine notes, which I find too artificial. Instead, I wanted to recreate the experience of being on an island in the Mediterranean.
The top note of Escentric 05 is very simple: bergamot to keep things light, and orange, an ingredient which has an emotional tone to it, bright and happy. It reflects the orange groves that cover this island.
Laurel and rosemary are typical Mediterranean plants with a spicy freshness; juniper brings a herbal tonality, and cypress is a very dry, pungent wood.
The drydown has two classic Mediterranean ingredients, cistus labdanum and mastic. Mastic is a resin produced by a small tree that grows especially near the sea. It has the clean, sharp scent of newly-cut branches. Cistus is a small plant that grows everywhere in the Med. It has a sweet, leathery, balsamic quality which I love. And of course, there is around 15% of Cashmeran – which gives the fragrance its piney warmth.
I also introduced a subtle fig, both the bitterness of the leaves and the ripeness of the fruit. Figs had to be in there because there is a fig tree by our house on the island. Fig feels authentic to the place; it reminds me of the happiness of summer by the sea."
Top notes: Fig, Bergamot, Orange, Laurel, Rosemary, Basil, Juniper Heart notes: Hedione, Cypress, Freesia, Iris, Jasmine Base notes: Cashmeran, Cistus, Labdanum, Musk, Ambroxan, Mastic, Iso E Super
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local-dragonfly · 2 years
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any song from snail's house's imaginarium album?
couldn’t listen all the way through | not my thing | it’s okay | kinda catchy | ok i really like this | downloading immediately | already in my library
ended up listening to summerscape and rlly vibed w it!! snazzy!! rlly fun and i will def be saving the album
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sae-midori · 2 years
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Sketch days and summer views. 🌼🌿 These sketches are for watercolor scenes! Some are original scenes, some practice ideas, and some RWBY Travels with Qrow scenes in the works too.
Little by little, slow and sure, I’ve been quietly practicing watercolors behind the scenes these past few months. The quiet outdoor study time has been so creatively healing for me in so many positive ways, I’m glad I took the time for myself. Now, at last, it feels as if I’m really close to a breakthrough in learning, and I know all the pieces will come together easily and far better than I ever imagined it ever would. And though I can tell I still have a little more ways to go before that happens, it somehow it feels as if I’m thriving already.
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hogbu · 2 years
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Flower ... (c)rebfoto par rebfoto... Via Flickr : Fox tail ?... Pic in my Trees, Flowers Album ... Pic taken June 4, 2022 Thanks for your views, faves, invites and comments ... (c)rebfoto
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clemsfilmdiary · 2 years
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The Best of May 2022
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Best Discovery: A Thousand and One Nights
           Runners Up: Le Chat, Songs from the Second Floor
Best Rewatch: Little Shop of Horrors
           Runners Up: After Dark, My Sweet, Erin Brockovich, Demonlover, Giants and Toys, The Straight Story
Most Enjoyable Fluff: Down Twisted
           Runners Up: The Adventures of Milo and Otis, Always Amore, Bordello of Blood, Harriet Craig, A Little Thing Called Murder, Saving Mr. Banks, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: The Secret of the Ooze
Oddity of the Month: The Road to Wellville
Best Male Performance: Rick Moranis in Little Shop of Horrors
           Runners Up: Richard Farnsworth in The Straight Story, Jean Gabin in Le Chat, Toshiro Mifune in The Rickshaw Man, Jason Patric in After Dark, My Sweet, Bill Paxton in One False Move
Best Female Performance: Ellen Greene in Little Shop of Horrors
           Runners Up: Julia Roberts in Erin Brockovich, Simone Signoret in Le Chat, Rachel Ward in After Dark, My Sweet, Cynda Williams in One False Move
Best Supporting Performance or Cameo: Steve Martin in Little Shop of Horrors
           Runners Up: Bruce Dern in After Dark, My Sweet, Aaron Eckhart and Albert Finney in Erin Brockovich, Vincent Gardenia, Bill Murray and Levi Stubbs in Little Shop of Horrors, Hitomi Nozoe and Hideo Takamatsu in Giants and Toys, Sissy Spacek in The Straight Story
Most Enjoyable Ham: Judy Davis in A Little Thing Called Murder
           Close Second: Trudy Dochterman in Down Twisted
           Runners Up: Joan Crawford in Harriet Craig, Tyler Hynes in Always Amore, Vanilla Ice, Ernie Reyes Jr. and David Warner in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: The Secret of the Ooze, Demi Moore in The Juror and One Crazy Summer, Franco Nero in Keoma, Keanu Reeves and Rita Tushingham in Flying, Charles Rocket in Down Twisted
Best Mise-en-scène: Little Shop of Horrors
           Runners Up: After Dark, My Sweet, Demonlover, One False Move, Songs from the Second Floor, The Straight Story, A Thousand and One Nights
Best Locations: After Dark, My Sweet (sleepy small town Southern California)
           Runners Up: The Adventures of Milo and Otis (lush Hokkaido summerscapes), Le Chat (half-demolished Paris suburb), The Straight Story (Laurens, IA, Mount Zion, WI, roads and towns in between), Yumeno Kyusaku's Girl Hell (various)
Best Score: The Straight Story (Angelo Badalamenti)
           Runners Up: After Dark, My Sweet (Maurice Jarre), Le Chat (Philippe Sarde), Demonlover (Sonic Youth), Down Twisted (Berlin Game), Giants and Toys (Tetsuo Tsukahara), A Thousand and One Nights (Frantisek Belfín)
Best Cartoon: Wynken, Blynken & Nod
           Runners Up: Beauty and the Beast, Betty Boop's Life Guard, Moth and the Flame, Poor Cinderella
Best Leading Hunk: Jason Patric in After Dark, My Sweet
           Runners Up: Alec Baldwin in The Juror, Niall Matter in Aurora Teagarden Mysteries: Honeymoon, Honeymurder, Toshiro Mifune in The Rickshaw Man, Franco Nero in Keoma
Best Supporting Hunk: Aaron Eckhart in Erin Brockovich
           Runners Up: Charles Berling in Demonlover, Rocky Giordani in After Dark, My Sweet, Ryan Robbins in A Little Thing Called Murder
Assorted Pleasures:
- Seedy Skid Row production design, virtuosic plant puppetry, electrifying  Menken/Ashman songs in Little Shop of Horrors
- Striking animal closeups, interspecies cuteness in The Adventures of Milo and Otis
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fluffi · 3 years
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SARCOLINE SUNSET I: WELCOME HOME, OUTSIDER :: SOOBIN
pairing: soobin x gn!reader, platonic!ot5 x gn!reader genre: fluff, some subjective angst, bits of humor, enemies-to-lovers, childhood friends word count: 4002 event: #summerscape for @kpopscape credit: @enha-woodzies​ for making the gfx for this series! show her some love <3 author’s note: i accidentally deleted this post so here is a rushed reupload. it might not be as good as the original because it isnt proof read as well but i still hope the algorithm picks it up, maybe this’ll be good for the post. Also, the second part will be coming out in 15 days. warnings: people disappearing, mentions of burning and fire (further warnings will be released in the next parts as the story gets darker)
THIS STORY IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION AND DOES NOT DICTATE JAY OR NI-KI’S PERSONAL LIVES AND/OR FAMILY.
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The blonde stared up at an intricately designed structure in awe, walking forward to touch the sides of it and running his calloused hands up and down its rusted carved wedges. It seemed oddly cliche and unrealistic, but he could feel its story. Every touch of the ceramic pillar provided him with emotion that he couldn’t bring himself to explain.
The sun hadn’t set yet, but he could make out the faint reflection of it settling in the background. The huge pine trees around him were making conversation with each other; their faint whispers and rustles providing peace to his veins.
So entranced in the scenery of such a mystical place, he forgot to watch out for his younger peer. Kicking back into his senses, he nervously called out, “Riki! You there?” His voice, usually strong and boisterous, laced fear today.
“Don’t worry about me Jay, I’m right behind you. Just climbing this fence..and..there!” Riki let out a grunt as he jumped onto the soft grass, looking at his older friend with an innocent grin.
At the sight of his buddy, Jay visibly loosened. It was clear that he didn’t feel safe in this environment, yet felt entranced to it in some way. Riki caught up to him in a quick jog before standing next to Jay, in awe at the magnificent view that they were spectating for the first and possibly last time.
“Is this…the place you were talking about?” Riki was out of breath from running after his peer. He pats the grassy patch below him before slumping onto it, crossing his legs afterward.
Jay took a seat next to him, setting his canvas satchel and leather jacket next to him. “According to the maps and books, this is the right spot. I just want to see if the myth is true.”
Riki clapped his hands in excitement and turned to face Jay. “We’re staying till the sun sets right? I want to see what the carousel looks like at night! This structure is so fascinating. It must be beautiful out here at night.”
“No, we’re walking back as soon as the sun goes down. I do not want to risk being out here at night. People have disappeared from staying too long and I wouldn’t want to worry your mother.”
Riki visibly slumped and turned back in time to see the last drop of orange dip. It was quiet for a while. The singing birds stopped humming their soulful tunes, yet the whispering trees grew louder, their inaudible gossip echoing in the ears of the two boys.
At nine at night, Riki’s mother would call Jay, heeding no response. She would do the same for his parents and his friends. The only piece of information they could provide was that Jay had brought Riki, in his words, to “a magical place”. With no other vital details they could draw from their son’s peers, Jay and Riki’s family agree to call the local police, reporting two missing people: two minors, one last seen in a brown leather jacket, and a taller one tailing alongside him. Both their hairs were dyed in a striking shade of blonde.
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Summer’s heat-blasted onto your skin as soon as you stepped out of your sleek white Toyota. It was good to be back, you supposed. Although it was something that not many people would fawn over, you were ecstatic to be home in town.
Leaving at the mere age of sixteen wasn’t easy. After your parents decided that you were too good for a mediocre high school where people cared more about their body count than grade count, they immediately sent you off to a prestigious boarding school in the big city. You were given three days to pack and say goodbye to your friends, the rest of your family, your world. As excited as you were to study in the evolutionary epicenter of technology, you didn’t like how you had almost no say in this decision.
You didn’t return home from high school even after four years of studying at that mentally draining institution. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to come back, you were just so accustomed to life in the big city that it seemed pointless to return to square one. With the rest of the world finally in your grip (or so you thought), you enrolled in a highly expensive university and received a full-ride scholarship.
Perhaps that was your breaking point. Piles of work that could never be cleared must’ve got to your head. No one out there seemed to care about your mental health and well-being. The only reason you were allowed to take a break from the university and return was because of your constant breakdowns that your lecturers called “distracting” and “unethical”. You were hoping that this drop-by in town would give you a physical and mental cleanse.
There was no place as hot as home, from where you had been. The blazing sun scorched onto the road. Carrying baggage by itself was already hard enough, but this heat was immensely torturing. You struggled to carry your belongings while trying to close the car boot at the same time. Oh, a pity. You had just returned home and you were slowly turning into a bundle of disorganization, unlike your previous methodical attitude.
“Need a hand?” A familiar suede voice behind your shoulder sounded like music to your ears as you dropped all of your luggage and turned back to see…
“Taehyun!” Child best friend number one. You were looking at a once-innocent boy with doe eyes who had matured into a fine young man. His hair was dyed platinum blonde and, although younger than you, possessed a flair that was completely unlike his past self. His facial features were more prominent than ever and you wondered if all of your friends had developed as well as he had.
You locked your arms around his neck and embraced him as he took your baggage from you.
“You’re so tall now!��� You gasped in awe and looked him up and down.
“Of course I am! A boy has to grow, doesn’t he?”
Speak of the devil(s), four people tagged behind Taehyun, waiting for you to notice their presence. All of them were just as tall (if not taller) than your blonde friend and stood out like a sore thumb. It wasn’t just the height, their hair was also in very...exciting colors.
“Can’t believe you forgot about us just for Taehyun.” Ah, that nasal voice was so recognizable. Choi Yeonjun, second-best friend. You cherished him like he was your secret weapon, a power waiting to be unleashed into your industrial world. Although older than Taehyun, they seemed to be the same height now. You couldn’t tell because his new neon pink hair was waxed slick and puffy which made him look a teensy bit taller than his younger friend. You had seen him around on social media and he was a hair-changing chameleon.
Alongside Yeonjun was Hueningkai, better known as Kai in the friend group. He was the youngest one, constantly babied and spoiled, you could say. He was probably influenced by the rest of his friends too, his hair now in a mossy shade of blonde. 
Poor Yeonjun, you completely disregarded his existence and dashed over to Kai instead, eagerly standing next to him to compare heights. The kid had grown so much, you couldn’t tell if you were contented that he was now taller than you or dejected that you had missed so much when you weren’t around.
“Hey, wait up!” Someone from behind called. With Hueningkai and Yeonjun blocking your view you couldn’t see who that one person walking next to Choi Beomgyu was.
Beomgyu, the last friend who joined the friend group. He was always a comedian and never failed to make your day. Although, he didn’t seem so smiley anymore. You figured that it was school stress and adulting getting the best of him. We all had those days; you regrettably knew them like you knew the back of your hand . Unlike the rest of his friends, Beomgyu’s hair was kept in a natural shade of ivory brown. He had never been swayed by the rest of the crowd.
There were so many things to do, so many people to see. You had missed out on most of your growing: having fun with friends, staying up late at night just to watch the stars, dancing on your balcony. You had missed the people too. The town felt different from when you had left it.
“Soobin! Don’t just stand behind, meet our friend! They just returned from the city, right?” Beomgyu ran over to you before giving you a little squeeze.
Who’s Soobin?
“Hey, I’m Choi Soobin. Twenty-one this year. I moved here a few years ago. You must have left before I showed up.” A simple and concise introduction from the blue-haired man. Maybe he was the root of this hair-dyeing trend in town (pun very much intended), as well as the height trend since he was just as tall, if not taller than the rest of the boys.
You briefly introduced yourself but that was about it. You didn’t know how to create small talk, nonetheless with someone completely unfamiliar to you.
Later that day, you wondered if he had replaced you, become another guardian in the friend group. As one of the oldest, you and Yeonjun were always known as the parents of your three “kids”, but Soobin seemed to take care of them equally well. Throughout the day, you watched his every action, how he helped Beomgyu with homework, how he styled Kai’s hair, how he treated Taehyun to his favorite meal, exactly like what you did when you were still around. For once, you felt like the outsider.
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Marshmallow Night had always been a tradition here. It was a five-of-you kind of thing, well, the six-of-you now. It had always been the go-to celebration whenever one of you hit a milestone, or was just held for fun. The days of joy where the only thing you had to worry about was whether your smores were burnt.
It had changed a lot over the years, you guys would add some new events to it and remove the ones you guys outgrew, like hopscotch.
You had missed most of its evolution.
Instead of being the main catalyst for today’s event, you resorted to sitting at the side as Soobin took the lead, carrying tables back and forth as well as setting up the fire in a method that the five of you had never used.
Oh, how much you loathed him. You hated his innocent-looking face that spurred out words of authority and boastfulness. You couldn’t stand how he looked so obnoxious with his bright blue hair, his dark brown eyes that held an impeccable gleam. He looked so cheeky, so mean, and worst of all, he had made all of your friends convert to mini spawns of him. Even Yeonjun, the oldest member, no longer felt like the Choi Yeonjun you once knew.
If you could, you would throw him out of your hometown, except that you seemed to be the outsider here. Anyone who walked past would see five people sitting on a huge log, helping each other light marshmallows and biscuits. They would barely notice the one person hunched over on the other side, sitting on the ground, eyes dazed and uninterested.
Occasionally one of the boys would call out to you, either hand you a s’more or ask if you were alright, to which you responded, “I’m alright! Don’t worry about me, I’m having fun.”
Anyone could also see that you weren’t in the zone, but you didn’t want to ruin the moment and be a party pooper. You ended up spending most of the time scrolling on your phone, checking school emails, and such. It didn’t feel like you were back home, it felt like you were on a vacation, on your own.
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The commotion had died down, for the most part. Everyone else was either discussing school gossip in hushed voices or making the most of use of their electronic device. You were tempted to join the little heated conversation that Soobin and Beomgyu were having, but you didn’t know who this ‘Chaeyeon’ girl was and either way, you wouldn’t want to voluntarily speak to Choi Soobin.
It wasn’t long before both of them went to do something else, the only sound prevalent being the wood crackling from the bonfire and the occasional chirp of evening birds.
It was a loud, sucked-in breath that drew the attention of everyone, eyes pinned onto the instigator.
Choi Soobin, once again disrupting the peace of this curated environment. He ducked his head in apology and you were about to return to your world when Kai’s curiosity got the best of him.
“Why did you just do that?” His booming voice resounded over everyone else.
You weren’t going to lie, you were curious too. It wasn’t every day you heard a gasp like that.
Soobin looked back up, eyes wide and awake. He was excited about something but seemed to be masking it for the sake of..suspense?
“Okay. You guys know Yongsam Park right?” He put his phone down and tapped his hands on his thighs in a state of urgency.
Now that statement got everyone’s attention. “It’s the flower place outside our town, everyone passes it when they enter. Of course we would know where the place is. Why are you so adamant about it?” Taehyun inquired.
“Well, have any of you gone inside the park? Or near the landmark in general?”
“No. Why would we? There’s nothing to do there than to take pictures of boring flower statues.” You stated.
“See. You guys don’t know anything about the place.” He smirked tilting his head upwards and proudly crossing his arms.
“Could you cut to the chase and tell us what it is already?” Thank Yeonjun for his smart, impatient mouth.
Soobin didn’t answer and merely flipped his phone so you could see whatever was on it. The only words you could make out were “Yongsam...missing...carnival” and something related to the park before he turned it back, away from your view.
“You can’t just say that we don’t know anything about this place then proceed to give us nothing about it.” You rolled your eyes, disinterested in the conversation once again.
“Fine. I’ll send it to you.” Soobin rolled his eyes back as four of the other boys snickered. They loved seeing the two of you bicker.
In courtesy of Beomgyu who gave Soobin your number (without your consent), you received a news article and skimmed through it with eager eyes:
[WHAT’S THE HYBE?]
YONGSAM PARK CURRENTLY UNDER INVESTIGATION, AUTHORITIES SAY 3 days ago
What’s the deal with Yongsam Park? Insiders say that, although bland and boring, Yongsam Park is currently under high-level investigation for the disappearance of a few citizens. The flower-decorated park is the perfect place to take Instagram-worthy pictures and is quite harmless in itself, so visitors were shocked to arrive at the park only to find it surrounded by heaps of yellow tape.
Yongsam Park was developed by Kim Yongsam, director of My Flowers, a multi-million florist franchise that has now spread to Japan and Taiwan. In a 2015 Interview with the millionaire, he mentioned that he had created the park in the inspiration of the rising ootd picture trend, also known as the outfit-of-the-day trend, which he had initially discovered from his teen daughter. 
“I wanted to create a welcoming park for people of all ages, but I couldn’t find a suitable place to do it without the budget being drastically high. In the end, my team and I found an abandoned site and decided to build a simple structure with lower costs up there. Props to my team for the discovery of this landmark. The scenery there, especially in the evening, is stunning .” He stated in the 2015 interview with Soup Magazine.
What’s the abandoned site? With the evidence that is still standing, Yongsam Park is rumored to have previously been a carnival. Said evidence is a worn-down carousel in the back of the park, along with piles of other burnt carnival decoration and equipment. With research, Yongsam Park’s site may have once been an abandoned carnival that perished from an unknown wildfire. This may have been the primary cause of the drought that ensued in the 80s, leaving only a carousel and ashes behind. When questioned, Mr. Kim said that he had decided to leave the carousel standing behind the park due because he felt ‘drawn by its alluring glow’, as quoted.
Investigators and the local police have only enclosed the flower section of Yongsam Park because that was where the victims were spotted. They believe that disappearances took place there and are currently trying to find evidence to back up their stance. Most of this new information is not known to the public, however, Kim and his team are trying to keep it that way. The current disappearance count is seven people, the most recent case being two high-schoolers.
The carousel is still open and does not require a visitor ticket, but visitors are advised to take precautions and leave before the sun sets.
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“Are you seriously...telling us...that we should visit a place where people have been kidnapped?” Yeonjun gawked. “Dude, that’s so stupid. What if we die or something?”
“Don’t say that! I was just curious if you guys wanted to go since it’s so near and since your old friend is back home.”
“It’s a dumb move. I’m not risking my life just so I can celebrate the return of my friend. Not worth it.” Beomgyu huffed.
“Hey! You’re worth it, right?” Soobin glanced at you, waiting for a response.
He was...defending you? His ulterior motives were questionable and you weren’t sure if he was protecting you because he cared about you (cue the puking) or solely because he wanted to go to Yongsam Park that bad.
You didn’t reply and chose to drown out the wailing and chaos that ensued with your friends. You clicked on a related article below, curious to learn more about this lesser-known part of the park.
[WHAT’S THE HYBE?]
TWO MORE BOYS HAVE DISAPPEARED AT THE NOW INFAMOUS YONGSAM PARK 5 days ago
Park Jongseong (20) and Nishimura Riki (15) mentioned to their friends that they would be heading to ‘a magical place’, before disappearing for around a week. They were last spotted walking through Yongsam Park, according to anonymous witnesses. This is the third case of disappearances at the park and both teens are the sixth and seventh people to go missing.
Both families reported their children missing just two days after their disappearance. With this case being the last straw, local authorities forcibly shut down Yongsam Park despite protests from staff and management.
Parents of the two minors refused to respond when called for an interview and HYBE reporters resorted to interviewing the victims’ friends instead.
“Jay’s never been a bad kid. Yeah, he might be late here and there, but he wouldn’t skip class or fly across the country for vacation during school. I just don’t understand why he’s not here with us. He wouldn’t voluntarily disappear.” Park Sunghoon (19), a friend and classmate of Jongseong (who is better known as Jay among his friends) said.
“Although I’m not close with Jay, I know Riki personally and I know for a fact that both of them wouldn’t run away like that. Why, Riki was gearing up for a dance competition that he’s been excited about all year, and now he’s just gone? Like that? Riki has always been like my little brother, and he’ll always be. I just want him back at my side.” A teary-eyed Lee Heeseung (20) says.
Netizens have been complaining about the lack of coverage on this issue.
“Maybe Mr. Kim spent all his money on covering this story up from the mainstream public. That’s why he had to build the stupid park on an abandoned sketchy site.” An anonymous netizen commented.
Regardless, we’ll be keeping our prayers for Jongseong and Riki, as well as the five other victims, to return home soon.
“...you guys are such wimps.” That was the first thing you heard Soobin say when you tuned in to the conversation again.
How dare he say that? How dare he have the courage to call you, someone who moved out on your own at 16 to live in the big, scary world, a..wimp?
“Look, Choi Soobin. I may be a lot of things, but I’m not a wimp. I didn’t say that I wasn’t interested on this trip.” You stand up and blurt out without thinking twice.
The rest of the boys are gawking at you, their mouths open wide in awe and shock. Yes, you weren’t a wimp, that was for sure, but they had known you all their life as someone who could not stand going out into the wilderness. Maybe the big city had really changed you.
“At least someone wants to go! Perfect. We can leave tomorrow at noon, bring your camping stuff!” Soobin grabbed his things and began walking away.
“Camping?” The five of you exclaimed in unison.
Taehyun, the rational member, gasped. “I, personally, wouldn’t mind going to the carousel thing..or whatever it is, but I am not staying the night. Dude, are you nuts?” The rest of you nodded your heads in agreement.
“It says in the article that we are advised to leave before the sun sets.” You point out, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible in fear of breaking this mask of false confidence, when in reality, you were terrified of this place.
Soobin turned back and eyed you down disinterestedly. “Conclusion is that we’ll bring a small backpack, or whatever you guys want to pack, and we’ll stay there until eight. Deal?”
“Seven.” Hueningkai timidly said.
“Whatever you guys want.”
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You hadn’t been able to sleep last night. It wasn’t due to fear of the place you were going, rather, you weren’t too excited about having to spend half of your day around Soobin.
What were you going to say to him? You were definitely overthinking at this point.
You know, they always say that the person one hates the most is the one that they also love most. And when Soobin flipped his blue hair back or cheekily smiled, showing his endearing dimples, you couldn’t help but…
No! You loathe Choi Soobin. You couldn’t stand his smile, or his hair, or his height. That evil moonwitch.
“Hey, you ready to go?” Speak of the devil (or moonwitch), you spotted a fluff of blue hair in your peripheral vision.
You couldn’t even muster up the courage to look back at him, merely nodding your head while staring at the white wall.
“Why aren’t you looking at me? Are you...scared?” You could see him wiggle his eyebrows as he made that statement.
That was it. You turned back at him. “Yes I am. I’m absolute terrified. I can’t stand the fact that I have to forcibly spend my precious time around you. It’s like I’m about to voluntarily live a nightmare.”
Woah there, calm down. You had smoke spurting out of your ears at this point.
Soobin’s once excited face fell into one of disappointment. “Yeah, it’s a nightmare having to be around you too. Gosh, the immaturity.” He left the room in haste as your eyes shot lasers through his well-toned back.
Maybe you had gone too far with the insult. He hadn’t been mean to you at all, really.
Then again, he had been mean. He took your place when you weren’t around. Suddenly, you were determined to get it back.
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“Hop on the magic school bus!”
“Shut up, Yeonjun.” You deadpanned before leaning your head on his shoulder. The two of you were finally falling back into routine and you couldn’t help but bask in this nostalgia.
You also couldn’t help but notice how Soobin kept on looking through the rearview mirror at the both of you, pupils darting away once you locked eyes with him.
Man, this was going to be a long ride.
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Your Name pt. 1
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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Jung Hoseok (BTS) x reader
𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭: Walkin’ On Sunshine hosted by @kpopscape​
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, slight angst, summer love au, ice cream shop au
𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: PG-13
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of one night stands and friends with benefits (but nothing graphic)
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1.3k
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Love is not something that you're familiar with. But when a guy walks into your ice cream shop, you'll discovered how easy it is to develop feelings for someone, and how scary it can be to fall in love with them.
AN: Thank you so much to @sugasbabiie​ and @darknytemare​ for looking over this for me. Also thank you to @enha-woodzies​ for making this beautiful banner for me. 
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 You saw him on a sunny Monday coming in with a group of kids who were screaming for ice cream. You were working behind the counter, make double and triple scoops on this scorching day to cool everyone down. He caught you off guard, his handsome face sculptured from the Greek Gods themselves.
“Close your mouth; you’re drooling,” your coworker Jennie teases, nudging your arm.
“I’m not drooling,” you pout, rolling your eyes. “I’m just observing, that’s all.” 
The handsome stranger rounded up the kids and started writing down orders on a small notepad. He wore a white v-neck shirt with fitted jeans and sneakers; his glasses were tucked into his shirt, his short hair clipped nicely in all the right areas. It wasn’t your first time seeing him; he’s been coming in for the past couple of weeks since the schools let out for the summer, sometimes by himself or with the kids, ready to divulge in the cold sweets that you have to offer. 
Today happened to be a busy day, but you push through and serve each customer with a smile. You sneak a look in his direction, and the butterflies in your stomach multiply the closer he gets to you. You don’t have any plans interacting with him outside of serving his ice cream, but you can’t help the way you feel when he looks at you with those beautiful brown eyes. You finish the customer before him, excusing yourself to change your gloves before returning, only to be stopped by your supervisor. 
“Go ahead and take your lunch,” he says, putting on his gloves to help your crush. 
‘No, it’s okay,” you insist. “I can take care of him before going to lunch.” 
You try not to show your desperation, but the tightened fists in your hands say otherwise. 
“I got it,” your supervisor waves you off, sending you to clock out. To say you are disappointed is an understatement, but you hide it well, not wanting to show your coworkers that you were upset. Instead, you grab your keys and go to your car, opting to hide from everyone until it was time to go back. 
You don’t see many people like him in this small town; you’re used to seeing the same faces you grew up with in this small-knit community. But what makes this place unique is the lake that has crystal clear waters surrounded by luscious forest trees that tell a rich history. The waters in the lake cover what used to be an active mining town. A massive flood happened over a hundred years ago and swept the city away in one night. If you swim down far enough, you can still see the buildings and cars left behind from the natural disaster. 
You have tourists from all over the world who come to see this local Atlantis as it’s dubbed, especially during the summer when the schools are out and the waters are cool. You’ve seen people come and go, but no one has ever stuck out to you, except for him: the perfect stranger. It’s not like you to develop a crush this easily, especially from someone you don’t know. You’ve never been in love before, never gone on a date; your only experiences are one night stands or friends with benefits as they have no emotional attachments. You wouldn’t know what love was if it hit you in the face; that’s why having these strange feelings for this person is—scary. 
As you sit in your car mulling over your thoughts, you spot that perfect guy and the gaggle of kids leaving the ice cream shop, piling into the van one by one. His golden skin beamed brighter than the sun, the gentle wind swaying his hair in a way that makes him look straight out of a fantasy novel. You stare at him longer, watching him get into the driver’s seat, ready to take off. A heavy sigh escapes your lips as the van pulls off and the alarm on your phone reminds you that your break is over. 
“Well, there goes that,” you mutter to yourself, getting out of your car. Your eyes glance over to the pavement, and you notice a charm attached to a wallet, shining bright enough to make you cover your eyes as you approach. You realize that it’s his wallet, and it must have fallen out of his back pocket as he was getting into the van. Your thumb rubs across the tough black leather, torn in different places, the tiny little folder having its own stories to tell. You slide the wallet in your back pocket as you walk back into your job.
“Hey,” you approach your supervisor after you clock back in. “The guy that was here with the kids, do you know where I can find him? He left his wallet in the parking lot.”
“He’s one of the new counselors at Camp Plato,” he mentions nonchalantly. “I can bring it to him after I leave here.”
“I can do it!” You shout a little louder than you expected, your face feeling hot from embarrassment. “The camp is on the way home; I can just drop it off when I’m done.”
“Okay…” your supervisor gives you a curious look, and you brush it off, washing your hands and putting your gloves back on. “Let me let them know that you are coming after work.”
You nod and resume your duties of making ice cream, trying your best to ignore the heavy pounding in your heart.
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As night fell, the light blue haze of day lifted to reveal the stars and moon. You pulled into the campground, holding your breath as you clutch his wallet in your hands, making your way over to the cabins. The children are gathered around small fires, making smores and singing children tunes you know all so well. Your eyes gaze around, looking for the guy that you can’t keep your mind off of. 
“I heard you were looking for me.”
Your heart drops, and you quickly step back, turning around and facing the man you have been looking for. 
“Y-yeah,” your nerves get the better of you.  “Here’s your wallet. I found it in the parking lot.”
He thanks you before taking the wallet, and you are surprised that he didn’t check to see if anything was missing. His calm demeanor is intriguing to you, and you want to make small talk but don’t know what to say. 
“Well, I’m going to get going,” you announce, pointing towards your car. 
“Oh yeah, sure,” he clears his throat. “Thanks again for bringing this back to me.”
You nod and start walking towards your car, feeling satisfied that you could bring back his wallet. You wish you could’ve said more, but knowing yourself, you would have frozen, and you don’t need that kind of embarrassment. Just seeing him was enough. 
“Hey, wait,” you hear him call to you as you are about to enter the car. “I really appreciate you bringing this back to me. Let me take you out for lunch?”
“Oh no, it’s not necessary,” you interject, though your heart says otherwise. 
“I know,” he chuckles, raking his fingers through his hair. “But I would like to.” He bats his eyes in a jokingly manner that makes you giggle, the tension you were feeling slowly leaving your body. 
“You know what? I’ll take you up on your offer,” you decided, leaning against your car. “Does tomorrow at noon sound good?”
He agrees on the time, you exchange numbers, and you get in the car, letting your top back before you pull off. Thinking over everything that happened today, you realize you forgot one crucial thing. 
“I wanted to ask before I go… What’s your name?” 
He realizes the same thing as you and lets out a hearty laugh, his face reddening from embarrassment. 
“It’s Hoseok. My name is Hoseok.”
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