#this vine is a true classic to me

[draculagetspegged]

this vine will forever be the castlevania trio to me

#in my mind!!!!! #trevor is being carried. alucard carrying. sypha recording. #castlevania #sypha belnades #trevor belmont #alucard #trephacard #my posts #this vine is a true classic to me #actually i change my mind any of them can be in any role #their ALL stupid and love reveling in each other's stupidity

[tiredofthehumanlife]

A happy home (realizations pt 2)

Title looks like a Midwest emo song name dude 🙏give me strength

Barbie dolls: Jegulus x reader (James, Regulus, Your punk ass).

Words: 2.4k ish

Summary: Reggie is all like muh I don’t deserve love I’m just a poor peasant boy then he’s all like muh i should ignore all my friends bc I’m just a poor boy from the bourgeoisie and then you and James are like no 🥺 pookie and then hilarity ensues

Warnings: it's kinda angsty but it ends happy trust, mentions of panic attacks, mentions of Remus' dick, Harry Potter possibly mentioned, James has a mustache for about three sentences, regulus is all emo, its alright guys first one waa better ngl

Pt 1

After you and James used the classic kiss & run technique on Regulus, his mind was swamped with questions. Baby Black was having yet another crisis. Barty and Pandora had started a tally board marking up all his catastrophes. He was somewhere around the double digits at this point. Regulus wanted love, as any poor emo poetry loving teenager, but he felt he didn’t deserve love. He wanted. He wanted so much. Regulus wanted a house with a screeching screen door. He wanted a wrap around porch. He wanted beautiful tiles in his bathroom. He wanted nick nacks. A cluttered home is a house full of love and life. He wanted color in his home. Regulus’ parents’ house (attention to house not home) was cold. Regulus wanted a home. He thought of it frequently, planning the decor and colors. He would go to his little home in his head for comfort. After panic attacks he found himself pressed into a rocking chair, sitting on his wrap around porch and staring out at the beautiful garden in the backyard. His book open in his lap, his favorite pen between his fingers, tracing over his initials. Next to his chair was a small table with a mug full of his favorite tea.

With the more time he spent with you and James, he felt his fantasy home adapt. Suddenly when he visited he found your sweater flung over the back of his couch, James’ pictures on the wall. Which he could accept. Friends left their things at each others’ homes all the time. Friends made it onto each other’s walls frequently. He could handle your friendship infiltrating his home. Regulus appreciated you both no matter how much he threatened to kill you. It was his love language.

Regulus seemed to pull away. Suddenly you never saw him in the library, he didn't appear next to you, he didn't even hang out with Sirius and the others. He was actively avoiding you both. You tried to pretend you were wrong and just making things up. You knew it was true after you saw him in the Gryffindor commonroom again. 

But after you both kissed him, granted on the cheek, he malfunctioned. Regulus’ home changed rapidly. He was rocking in chair again, following the vines of the tomato plants with his eyes. His train of thought interrupted by the squeals of a small child. Regulus wondered what on earth was a child doing in his fantasy home. A small boy, no older than three or four, ran around the corner of Regulus’ porch. His little bare feet stomping on the wood. Regulus felt himself smile like nature. The boy was decked in jean overalls, a red shirt underneath. A small truck printed on the shirt was peaking out from under the edge of the overalls. He looked like James, Regulus realized. The boy heard louder footsteps following after him and squealed louder. The boy jumped into Regulus’ arms muttering something about ‘papa’. Regulus looked up from the boy to see James. Though now he had grown out his mustache, and wore matching overalls with the boy. James scooped the boy out of Regulus’ arms. James pecked Regulus’ cheek before dropping the three year old back to his feet. He ran off, zooming around the garden patches. James quickly went after him. James raced after the boy. They both laughed. The boy squealed when James caught him and tickled him. Regulus tore his eyes away when he felt someone touch his shoulder. He found you sitting next to him, in a matching rocking chair. You moved your hand up to his hair. You looked older, like James, not by much but enough for Regulus to know you all had left Hogwarts. You kissed Regulus on the lips gently. He felt warm. You leaned closer and leaned into his ear. You whispered to him that you loved him. Regulus felt his eyes prick with tears and his throat dry. You stood up and took his mug off the table. You walked away muttering about him drinking so much tea people will think you’re dehydrating him like a raisin.

It was change. Regulus didn’t like change and he didn’t like identifying his feelings. He couldn’t like you and he couldn’t like James. You were in a relationship. He can’t. He couldn’t. But he wanted. Regulus knew he wasn’t ever good at controlling his wants. So he avoided you and James. Regulus knew if he made eye contact he’d fall all over again. If he fell his heart home would be crushed. Regulus had to protect his home.

Regulus was sitting with Sirius. They were both talking and laughing comfortably. It was one of the few times you've seen Regulus without his journal in front of him. He caught sight of you standing at the steps of the Gryffindor commonroom. Regulus' smile fell and he quickly stood up. Regulus muttered something to Sirius before swinging his bag over his shoulder. As he breezed past you, you whispered a goodbye. He didn't return it, he didn't make eye contact, he ignored you entirely. Sirius had asked you what that was about but you just left the commonroom as silently as Regulus.

You brought it up with James. He was just as upset as you. The one thing you both feared was making Regulus uncomfortable and that's exactly what you had done. You and James had to have burned your trails into the floors with all your pacing but you decided on what to do. You'd confront him. Even though it seemed all Black relatives hated confrontation it was all you could do. You confront and apologize and beg him to come back to the group. You both missed his insults so much you felt sick. You looked for him everywhere. Days went by before you were finally able to find him. He was hunched over in the library. Regulus was sitting as far away from his regular table as possible. He was scribbling away in his journal, as usual. He glanced up when he noticed people approaching. Regulus quickly shut the journal and went to grab his bag.

"Please." James whispered. James sat in front of Regulus. You sat next to James. Regulus stared at the ceiling before gently letting his bag drop to the floor again. He sat back in his chair and rested his hands on top of his journal. You steeled yourself, clutching James’ hand under the table for support.

“We’re sorry. For everything. We didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. We were just being-“ You paused. You wanted to make everything make sense to Regulus. You needed to explain yourself, you couldn’t live with yourself if you left this thread hanging. “Brainless. We were just trying to harmlessly flirt and we would’ve stopped the second we felt you uncomfortable. We misread you, obviously. We miss you. You’re avoiding us and the rest of our friends. We need you to come back. We’ll leave you alone, we won’t even look at you if that works for you, so long as you come back. So.” You stopped and cleanched your jaw. You felt like you might cry if you kept talking. Though you already seemed to do a lot of that. James dropped your hand to rub your shoulder.

“So, we’re so sorry.” James finished for you. Regulus stayed silent. He looked between you and James. You saw it in his eyes, hatred, disgust, repugnance. You felt sick to your stomach, knowing you’d only see his distaste in his eyes. Never seeing all of Regulus in his eyes again, made your throat close and tears collect in your eyes. You pressed your hand against your mouth, looking away from him. You would not cry in front of him. You would not make Regulus feel like this was his fault. James squeezed your shoulder, moving his soothing hand to your back.

“I’m not good.” Regulus whispered. You quickly looked at him. How could he think that? He was staring down at his journal. Regulus squeezed his own hands, you knew his rings must’ve hurt. Regulus sucked in a sharp breath. “At speaking how I feel. I usually avoid it. I’d rather sit in silence than speak up.” He looked up. His eyes had tears like yours. You hadn’t made eye contact with James since before speaking but you assumed he was probably teary eyed as well. Regulus slid his closed journal to the middle of the table. He stood and pulled his bag over his shoulder. Regulus tapped on the table with his pen twice.

“Just return it.” Regulus whispered before leaving the library. You watched him walk away. You looked to James. Your tears had left leaving behind pure confusion.

“Did we just get told to go fuck our selves in poetry nerd?” You asked James. He looked just as confused as you. He glanced at the journal.

“He did say he’s bad at saying his feelings, maybe he wants us to read his feelings.” You stared down the journal. It was bound in black leather. A small string wrapped around it thrice. It was unsuspecting. You didn’t want to read it though. That felt wrong, going into Regulus’ private brain like that. He was constantly writing. His deepest darkest thoughts, you assumed. You once sneaked a peak at Sirius’ diary and you truly never needed to know in that extreme of detail what Remus’ dick looked like. You looked to James. He stared at you. You pressed your lips together, contemplating. You gently picked up the journal, scared it would shatter under your fingertips. You unwound the string. You pulled the front cover up. You found the first page had Regulus’ initials. You smiled and held it toward James for him to see. He laughed and turned the page. You saw the pages were full of Regulus’ flowing handwriting. Overflowing really. The lines of his poems were pressed up against each other. His letters interning with each other like a lovers hold. If you weren’t already absolutely totally in love with him, you would’ve fallen more looking at his pretty messy letters.

The last poem made you melt entirely. Regulus started speaking of a cold home. All the walls stained with blood and screams. He moved. A nice home with a porch, a reading nook, painted walls, a coat rack, a garden in the back, and you. He moved into a home with his two lovers, their presence sweeping over every inch of the house. There was ding in the doorframe to your shared bedroom, James had pulled a dresser up the stairs and tried to squeeze it through the door. You had painted in small forgotten corners of the house. A sunflower on the side of one of the kitchen drawers, a moon added to the coat rack, a heart on the corner of Regulus’ bedside table. The back door was newer than the rest of the house, James had flung a snowball so hard one winter he shattered the glass. Regulus had started talking of the rocking chairs on the back porch. His sentence fell off, unfinished. You set his journal down, leaning back in your chair. James followed your lead. You both sat in silence for a few minutes. Baby Black liked you both back. Say that 5 times fast. You sighed. You stretched your arms over your head.

“McGonagall did say we needed 20 minutes of reading everyday.” You whispered to James. He nodded and pulled the journal closer between you two. You both held onto it with one hand leaning closer to each other to read Regulus’ writing. You read and read and read and read. Regulus wrote so much he had to get new journals fairly regularly. This journal started a few days before meeting Sirius’ friends. The fast few pages were Regulus stressed with his workload. After that there was the first mention of you. Regulus spent a whole page explaining how gorgeous he found you. He spent another page after talking all about how handsome and beautiful James was. All of which you agreed with.

After that all his pages were dedicated to you two. Slowly as you worked through the pages together, and the candles around you melted, Regulus fell in love. His words were frillier. He spoke of a garden, and tea. Regulus told all about laying in field of flowers. He painted images of you three deep in love and extremely domestic. Regulus wrote of pain. The pain of knowing it could never be reciprocated, you were already with James and James was with you. The pain feeling every touch warm his heart before burning his skin with his own insecurities. He wrote how the kiss situation felt for him. All roses and sunshine until his own sick mind turned it against him, making him think it was all some big joke on him.

“We are really bad at reading people.” James muttered. You gasped and sat forward. Glad somebody said it.

“Right?!? Oh god we just can’t catch a break.” You clicked your tongue. James gently closed Regulus’ journal, wrapping the string around three times. You huffed and stood up. You and James left the Library, it was closing soon anyway. You both decided you had enough time before curfew to go to Regulus.

You returned his journal. Regulus stood in front of you staring and waiting. You and James let it all out. Laughing at your stupidity, apologizing for making him feel like he was some joke even if it was only for a few minutes, and confessing that a wrap around porch and back garden sounded perfect. Regulus was happy. He smiled at you both before telling you curfew was sneaking up behind you. James decided you three would get together and make plans on how to move forward with your relationship on Saturday in the courtyard. Regulus agreed. As you and James were heading off towards your own common rooms, Regulus called your names. He ran over to you from his commonroom door. He quickly kissed your cheek before James’. Regulus skittered off back to his commonroom without a second to spare. You smiled brightly at James. He returned the look. He intertwined your hands, swinging them back and forth. James started skipping down the hall, still holding onto your hand. You joined him. You were both carefree

You didn’t have anything to realize. You already knew you loved them both.

#jegulus x reader #jegulus #james fleamont potter #james potter x regulus black #trans james potter #james potter x reader #james x regulus #james potter #regulus black x #regulus black #regulus black x reader #trans regulus #james loves regulus #regulus deserved better #the marauders era #the marauders #marauders era #marauders

[wrathful--artist]

The Caged Bird and the Chased Mouse

Chapter 1: The Bird Gains Company

What happens to a poor isekai’d player when they forgot to play the Sumeru Main Quests before being transported into the wonderful world of Tevyat, only to be chased down for being a supposed ‘Imposter’? Well they end up in Sumeru with next to no idea of what’s to come next or what to expect and ends up with youngest of the Archons.

A/N: woah you guys seemed to like the,,, lets call it the prologue,, despite me not being a huge writer ehe! That prologue got more than most of my art (which you should check out heheh self-promotion) BTW: Nahida isnt a yandere, it might come off as so, its not supposed to. No matter how old she may be in canon she looks like a baby and is my baby that I will protect.

No warnings this part!

Nahida was surprised when she saw someone who wasn’t a Sage or related coming into the sanctuary.

Before the mysterious person came in she was simply taking a nap to escape her true reality of being contained in her prison, not expecting anyone to come through that day as the sages were needed elsewhere for what they seemed to be planning. The creak of the door woke her from her soft slumber to look at the commotion, it was a figure dressed in a dark cloak that covered almost everything but their footwear. It looked like they were in a rush and exhausted, gasping for air as they pushed their whole body against the door to close it as soon as possible. Then came what Nahida assumed was the guards trying to get in but didn’t seem to be able to get through.

The person turned around and looked up, locking eyes with Nahida. She was taken aback with how… Familiar, the person was, as if she knew them already, similar to have she felt when thinking of Rukkadevata. Nahida was unwilling to break eye contact, as if she broke it they would disappear.

They slowly made their way to the middle, apprehensive but concerned. When they got to the middle they climbed over the flower structure and stood up, reaching their hand up to Nahida. She took a second to understand but eventually pressed her own small hand to the floor of the cage, even thought they couldn’t touch each other because of the height and the prison, they both felt comforted by the gesture.

They lowered their arm and started to lower their whole body to sit down. Once sat down they stretched and laid down despite the odd shape of the flower. Nahida kept her hand on the floor, and watched them.

She knew whatever was keeping the door closed wasn’t going to last, and she didn’t want you to be taken away and likely imprisoned, like her…

Nahida whispered to your exhausted body “Everything will be okay, I’ll make sure of it.”

Your eyes closed.

As you fell asleep Nahida reached out, with her minuscule amount of power she had, to your unconscious body. The green chains slowly and gently wrapped around your body, with it flickering in and out of existence as each moment passed. She was exerting herself to bring you into her prison, at least she’d be able to protect you and make sure the sages don’t do anything to you while you were in it. You were getting closer and closer to the walls, and eventually, started to phase into it, with the chains dissipating into green pixels when their job was done. Nahida pulled you the rest of the way in, and collapsed on your body, her head lying on your chest.

She was so incredibly tired from that feat, and wanted to truly sleep and not just nap. She wrapped her arms around you and dozed off.

Your arms wrapped around her in your sleep.

Two lonely beings, comforted by each other.

The Archon of Wisdom and The Creator.

The caged bird and the poor poor chased mouse.

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Out side the door, dozen of guards stand confused. Vines and flowers have twisted and twined together, blocking the door entirely making it next to impossible to get in without use of an axe. Seeming growing out of nowhere with no time at all.

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Hey! How’d you like this technically first chapter? I know it’s shorter than the first I did, but I wanted it entirely in 3rd person and not have to swap and disrupt the flow of things ya’know?

As I said at the top, this is a platonic thing, please please PLEASE for the love of god don’t interpret this as romantic. I will disclose if something is ‘romantic’ (but like the SAGAU au is infamous for it’s yanderes so take that with a grain of salt) and this isnt it, the children are pure because they are my babies. ESPECIALLY Nahida.

If your name is crossed out then it means I couldn’t tag you im sorry :(

Taglist: @no-name-omo @moosieman123456

#genshin impact #au #genshin sagau #genshin fanfic #genshin nahida #genshin kusanali #genshin impact sagau #imposter sagau #Sagau #idk what im doing #Im not a writer #but im trying #no art this time sorry

[toamg]

Lyric analysis of Hoziers “Too Sweet”

"To Sweet" is a newly published song, released in March 2024 by the Irish singer and songwriter Hozier. There are many theories circulating on the internet concerning the lyrics of the piece, which describe the incompatibility of two different personalities in a relationship. Some people claim that the song is a rejection song, while others think it shows the inner conflict of the lyrical "I," who thinks he’s not good or pure enough to devote himself to a relationship with the lyrical "you."

In the following analysis, the song will be examined verse by verse to explore its true meaning.

Disclaimer: This is just my interpretation of the lyrics, and other opinions and ideas are welcome!

In the first verse, the lyrical "I" shows that he has bad habits and is aware of it ("can’t be said I’m an early bird, it’s ten o’clock before I say a word"). At the same time, he is confused or rather amazed by the lyrical "you's" discipline ("baby I can never tell how do you sleep so well"). This first verse highlights that the lyrical "you" and "I" are polar opposites already, and their lifestyles don’t function together.

In the next verse, the lyrical "I" describes how the lyrical "you" tries to push him into a healthier lifestyle ("You keep telling me to live right, to go to bed before the daylight"), and he tries to do the same to her, convincing her to become a bit more like him ("Don’t you just wanna wake up dark as a lake, smelling like a bonfire, lost in the haze?"). In the next sentences, "if you’re drunk on life babe, I think that’s great," he again highlights that he is absolutely fine with her being positive, but they simply don’t work together. It’s like the lyrical "I" is saying: You’re "drunk on life" so positive and healthy and full of energy, but "I’ll take my whiskey neat," indicating he can’t match her energy.

With the line "I’ll take my whiskey neat" in the chorus, he again highlights his darker, more subtle view on life, which is the polar opposite of hers. Now the line "you’re too sweet for me" can be interpreted in a couple of different ways, but I like to believe that it’s his way of saying he doesn’t deserve his lover, that he feels like he’s not good enough for her. Like he’s almost afraid of turning her bitter like his coffee that he likes black (ref. "I’ll take […] my coffee black").

In this example, you can also see the clear contrast again that is shown throughout the entire text, between bitter coffee and too sweet. Two things that just don’t make sense together.

The fourth verse says: "the ground is where I go, I work late where I'm free from the phone," which sounds almost as if he is hiding from his partner. Maybe it’s the being so different and not having enough in common to feel completely comfortable in each other's presence.

"But you worry some, I know, But who wants to live forever babe?" This beginning of the pre-chorus once again highlights the difference between the partners. The lyrical "you" being so careful, being drunk on life instead of alcohol and guarding her mouth as if it’s heaven's gate, her body like the TSA, as the next verse reveals. And in contrast to that, the lyrical "I" with his life fast, die young attitude, no risk no fun behavior. ("who wants to live forever babe?")

The 6th and last verse shows how highly he thinks of her and that he isn’t judging her in any way ("you’re bright as the morning, soft as the rain, pretty as a vine, sweet as a grape") but the sweetness is simply not what he likes. In these sentences, he uses a grape or vine to describe her, which later turns into "you can sit in a barrel, baby I’ll wait," referring to the process of making wine, which turns sweet grapes into something more sour and alcoholic, how he wishes she was more like.

To conclude, I believe that this song is not intended to be a rejection song, at least not in a classical sense. He doesn’t reject her because he doesn’t like her, but because he feels he's not good enough for her, or at least he thinks so.

#hozier #too sweet #unheard #2024 #music #lyric quotes #lyric analysis #lyrics #spotify #tiktok #trending #writing #analysis #edits #whiskey neat #new music

[erikiara80]

ST and Rose Red parallels

Rose Red is a 2002 miniseries scripted by Stephen King

Plot:  Dr. Joyce Reardon, an unorthodox university psychology professor, leads a team of psychics to the massive and antiquated Seattle mansion known as Rose Red in an attempt to record data which would constitute scientific proof of paranormal phenomena. The mansion is publicly thought to be haunted, as at least 23 people have either disappeared or died there and the interior of the house appears to change or increase in size, yet only from the inside. Reardon's team awakens the evil spirit possessing the house, leading to several deaths and the revelation of the mansion's deadly secrets.

The stories are different but there are some interesting parallels between Rose Red and the Creel House, between Joyce Reardon and Brenner, and between Rose Red and the Upside Down.  

So, even if all the weirdness was caused by time-trickery/ someone/something messing with timelines, for Henry it started in that house. In fact, it seems that he developed his powers in Hawkins, not before. So maybe the new house (the whole town?) is different. And that’s why Henry’s powers got activated there. 

If this was true, Hawkins would really be “cursed” (kinda) 

The haunted house is such a classic horror trope. Rose Red, the Overlook Hotel, the Marsten House. Only in this case, it would have a sci-fi twist. I wouldn’t be surprised if the Duffers, who are big nerds and love horror, made it even more original than what we think. Like. Maybe this seems the classic horror trope, but the Creel House (and Hawkins too?) is more like the Island in Lost.

Something connected to time, or the UD. Or both. So the rose could be a parallel with both Rose Red and The Dark Tower (spoiler) a story about a time loop.

Now back to the parallels

The Creel House 

Ah this one! Thank you @lilitblaukatz​ for pointing this out. I knew Henry’s obsession with building reminded me of something!

Also

Hmm

The spirits of the house keep telling Annie Come home! Imo, that’s a bit like the Join us behind Will, or Vecna’s I want you to join me

Rose Red feeds on people’s psychic powers, and in the group of psychics, the targets are mostly Annie, a telekinetic girl, and Steve, who has inherited the mansion. Also, two siblings lived in the mansion, a boy and a girl. And Annie has two dolls. A boy and a girl.

It’s always a boy and a girl (Will and El)

Rose Red

The Creel House (there’s a baby carriage there too)

Rose Red

The Creel House

And the Upside Down

In S2, Owens tells Hopper that the gate is growing

Will also says that the tunnels are growing, spreading, killing

Rose Red also grew on its own... That’s why I think the house has even more parallels with the UD than with the Creel House. Rose Red wants to grow. The UD is about to invade our world and the vines have always tried to spread.

Other interesting things

This is for the prequel

The number of victims 

So, twenty-three victims. And John Rimbauer, Red Rose’s owner, was killed by his wife in 1923.

1923 is mentioned in ST S1 but we still don’t know if it’s relevant to the plot. I think it is, and the person could be the skeleton Joyce saw in the library in 1x08, since Hopper mentioned this story to the librarian

One more thing. Argyle says something about dominos falling. It could mean many things, but it’s interesting that in Rose Red Annie always plays with dominos and in the end she uses them to destroy the house.

#henry creel #will byers #el hopper #willel #henry/vecna/one #st parallels #the upside down #st theory #st analysis #stranger things

[tsdrinks]

Breaking Down Every Alcohol Lyric in Taylor Swift’s Musical Catalogue

It’s known that Swift enjoys a drink from time to time, as she’s referenced various types of alcohol in her songs throughout her career that’s spanned almost two decades. In this article, we’ve tracked down every reference to a specific alcoholic beverage Swift has ever sung, broken down by album.

Editor’s note: In order to curate the list, I listened and read the lyrics to all 231 of Swift’s released songs and features (much to the enjoyment of my lovely wife). Yes, even the 2007 Christmas album. No, it didn’t have any alcohol references. All in all, the listening took a little over 15 hours. 

I entered this project fairly neutral on Swift and came out, well, not quite a Swiftie, but certainly a fan of her more recent eras. Now, let’s get into the list. Are you …Ready For it?

Taylor Swift, Fearless, Speak Now and Red

Swift’s first four albums contained no references to specific alcoholic drinks. This is unsurprising considering the records came out when Swift was between the ages of 16 and 22. Swift wouldn’t make her first alcohol reference until 2014, with the release of…

1989

On “1989,” Swift, who was 24 at the time of the album’s release, references alcohol in only one song.

“Clean”: “You’re still all over me like a wine-stained dress I can’t wear anymore.”

Reputation

“…Ready For It?”: “Island breeze and lights down low. No one has to know.” Island breeze is a fruity vodka cocktail.

“Gorgeous”: “Whiskey on ice; Sunset and Vine. You’ve ruined my life by not being mine.” The first whiskey reference of Swift’s career! A big moment (to us, anyway). 

“Getaway Car”: “I knew it from the first Old Fashioned we were cursed.” Ah, the Old Fashioned: A true classic and probably the most well-known whiskey cocktail. A well-made Old Fashioned truly Hits Different. This is back to back songs on the record referencing whiskey. In her bourbon era? 

“King Of My Heart”: “Up on the roof with a schoolgirl crush, drinking beer out of plastic cups.”

“Dress”: “I’m spilling wine in the bathtub. You kiss my face, and we’re both drunk.” We’re seeing a stark tonal shift on “Reputation” compared to the pop star’s first five albums. More booze, more romance, less wide-eyed country gal. 

“This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things”: “Jump into the pool from the balcony. Everyone swimming in a Champagne sea.”

Lover

“Paper Rings”: “The wine is cold like the shoulder that I gave you in the street.”

“Death By A Thousand Cuts”: “My time, my wine, my spirit, my trust. Tryna find a part of me you didn’t take up.”

“London Boy”: “And you know I love Springsteen, faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey.” “London Boy” seems to be about Alwyn and is chock-full of cheesy British references. This line comes toward the beginning of the song, sort of an “I love America, but this British guy…” thing. Springsteen, faded blue jeans and Tennessee whiskey are three things Swift equates with America, or at least Nashville, where she moved at age 14 with her family to focus on her music career. Here, we have it on record: Taylor Swift loves Tennessee whiskey.

“False God”: “Hell is when I fight with you, but we can patch it up good. Make confessions and we’re begging for forgiveness. Got the wine for you.”

“You Need To Calm Down”: “You are somebody that I don’t know. But you’re takin’ shots at me like it’s Patrón, and I’m just like, damn. It’s 7 a.m.” Another line that doesn’t refer to alcohol in a literal sense. In this case, it’s a simile. Patrón is a popular brand of tequila commonly consumed in shot form. 

Folklore

“The 1”: “Rosé flowing with your chosen family. And it would’ve been sweet if it could’ve been me.”

“The Last Great American Dynasty”: “Filled the pool with Champagne and swam with the big names and blew through the money on the boys and the ballet.” This line harkens back to “This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things” with more swimming in Champagne imagery.

“August”: “August sipped away like a bottle of wine, ’cause you were never mine.”

“This Is Me Trying”: “Pouring out my heart to a stranger, but I didn’t pour the whiskey.”

Evermore

“Willow”: “Lost in your current like a priceless wine.” This refers back to the first line of this verse: “I’m like the water when your ship rolled in that night.” It’s another case of Swift using alcohol as a simile; she’s caught up in the current of this person’s presence — trapped in the riptide. And it appears she feels like she’s drowning, as priceless wine being lost in a current evokes shipwrecks like the Titanic. 

“Champagne Problems”: “Champagne problems.”

“Champagne Problems”: “Dom Pérignon you brought it” Dom Pérignon is a brand of Champagne, and Swift sings about Champagne a lot in this song, as you can guess from the title.

“No Body, No Crime”: “Este’s a friend of mine. We meet up every Tuesday night for dinner and a glass of wine.” Este Haim of HAIM, that is. Her and her sisters’ band is featured on this track.

“No Body, No Crime”: “Her husband’s actin’ different, and it smells like infidelity. She says, ‘That ain’t my Merlot on his mouth.'” In this fictional song, Este believes the red on her husband’s lips is not from her merlot — a dark red wine — but presumably from another woman’s lipstick. 

“Ivy”: “So tell me to run or dare to sit and watch what we’ll become. And drink my husband’s wine.” On “Ivy,” Swift tells the story of a married woman who falls in love with someone else and has an affair.

“Closure”: “I’m fine with my spite and my tears and my beers and my candles.” This is the first beer reference we’ve gotten since “Reputation.” Swift may not be much of a beer woman. 

Midnights

“Maroon”: “‘How’d we end up on the floor, anyway?’ You say. Your roommate’s cheap-ass screw-top Rosé, that’s how.” Screw-top wine: Not typically the best. Should’ve Said No to that one, perhaps.

“Maroon”: “The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me.” Oof, wine spills are the worst. Shake it off, Taylor.

“Mastermind”: “I’m the wind in our free-flowing sails and the liquor in our cocktails.” You can’t sail without wind, and you can’t have a cocktail without liquor (mocktails don’t count).

“Paris”: “Cheap wine, make believe it’s Champagne.”

“Paris”: “‘Cause we were somewhere else in an alleyway, drinking Champagne.” From make-believe Champagne to real Champagne in the same song. That’s a success story. 

Conclusions

All in all, Swift has made 28 specific alcohol references in her work. This isn’t counting references to being or getting drunk or vague, unspecified drink mentions, such as the line “my fourth drink in hand” in “Dear Reader” or “Clink clink” in “Slut!”

Nineteen of the 28 were wine references, so it’s a safe bet that Swift is more of a wine drinker than anything else. However, she’s also sung about whiskey or whiskey cocktails four times, which indicates that perhaps she enjoys a little bourbon or an Old Fashioned from time to time.

Seven of the alcohol lines came on “Evermore,” which is officially Swift’s booziest album. In her drinking era during COVID-19? If there’s one thing we can always count on from this megastar, it’s relatability.

“Evermore” is followed by “Reputation” with six alcohol references, then “Midnights” and “Lover” each with five. “Folklore” is next with four, and finally “1989” with only The 1.

We’ll be sure to update this list with any new alcohol references that appear on “The Tortured Poets Department” or vault tracks on the remaining two “Taylor’s Version” albums.

Until then, Dear Reader. 

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#anti taylor swift #taylor swift #alcohol

[notajinn]

Top Games Played in 2023 - Number 6: Sonic Superstars

6. Sonic Superstars (PS5)

The first new 2D Sonic game since Sonic Mania had a lot to live up to.

Note that this writeup will have SPOILERS because there's some things I need to talk about that require them.

What I Like

First and most importantly, Sonic Superstars is not trying to be like Mania or even the classic Genesis games. It is clearly its own game, and I appreciate that. The physics are nearly matching those games, but the level designs give it a more unique feeling closer to the Sonic Advance series.

In general I think they did a great job with the level designs. They feel fun, unique, and mostly don't overstay their welcome. They also have a bit more emphasis on exploration, but not to the extreme level of Sonic CD.

The final zone in particular is hands down my favourite final zone in a 2D Sonic stage. Act 1 is already pretty cool, but Act 2 involves going through Act 1 backwards! I know that's been done in other games, but this is the best it's been executed in a Sonic game.

I love that there are character-specific stages. This is especially helpful for Tails who never got stages designed for him in the old games, and Amy Rose who just wasn't playable. As a big Tails fan, I really enjoyed the Tails-specific stage because it gave a challenge for a character that is otherwise considered the "easy mode" in previous games. Precise flying and backtracking were the right way to go about it.

Amy's playstyle is quite fun where she is somewhere between Sonic and Hammer Kirby. She's not quite as combat-focused as Sonic Advance, but in exchange she does platforming much better here.

The other new playable character Trip is also a lot of fun. Her spin dash lets her travel along walls similar to one of the Wisps in Sonic Colours. She has gets a very unique and weird Super form.

Speaking of super forms, this game has what I consider the easiest special stages in 2D Sonic. Not only are they about as easy as Sonic 3 & Knuckles Blue Sphere stages, but they are also extremely easy to replay if you fail since you can replay levels from the hub world. This makes them less stressful. This is also important because you actually get tangible differences from each Chaos Emerald thanks to the Emerald powers. Since I played as Tails outside of character-specific stages these weren't as important to me, but they have some useful functions like a screen clearing attack, an additional jump for a limited time, or a climbable tall vine. I found these powers most useful during boss fights.

I love that Fang the Sniper returned after so long. He's one of my favourite Sonic characters, so seeing him with a proper 3D model in game and in the animated cutscenes is just really cool. I also appreciate that he's still somewhere between genuinely dangerous and a goofball. They did a good job capturing his vibe in the aerial boss fight against him.

Adding a simple hub-world gives the game a nice level of polish. It also makes it easier to retry stages, or play the optional stages like character-specific acts or unlockable fruit acts.

The game is surprisingly long with 11 Zones, and you unlock a second Trip-specific campaign after finishing the game. I haven't tried the second campaign yet, likely leads to the true final boss

As a Tails player, I found it much easier to defeat enemies by flying in this game versus any other 2D Sonic. One other small thing is you get a special cutscene for Tails completing the game (you probably get one for each character).

What I Didn't Like

By far the biggest weakness of this game is the bosses. After the first few which are pretty standard, the bosses end up becoming FAR too long. In retrospect I realized much later that they probably intended for you to use Emerald powers, and I did for the last few bosses with great success. But they are still so long, even that aerial Fang boss that I otherwise enjoyed.

The final boss in particular is so long that it's almost as bad as the Death Egg Robot in Sonic 2. But it's still not quite THAT bad.

The other huge problem of the game is the unremarkable music. What kind of Sonic game doesn't have amazing music?! Even the ones I don't like much like Sonic Heroes had an amazing soundtrack.

I'm not a big fan of the Knuckles exclusive stage; he climbs very slow.

I was also bummed that Super Tails does not get any Flickies. He just gets the general speed/jump boost and invincibility.

Another small annoyance is when you exit the shop, you always end up at Zone 1 in the hub world regardless of where you entered. And then it can take up to a full minute to navigate back to where you were.

Final Thoughts

Sonic Superstars went for something different instead of emulating that classics. This worked great for levels, but not for bosses. If they can keep this quality of level design but make bosses quicker like the classics, a sequel has the potential to be one of my favourite Sonic games.

#top games of 2023 #sonic superstars

[elamimax]

Update Time! New Book!!

You know, instead of spamming the people that follow me with updates about stories every day (in between my posts about agent 47), I've decided to just start doing a big chunky update from time to time :) Consider this my new intro!

First off: New Book!

I recently finished publishing Through Verdant Mirrors, which was previously only published as an epub, but is now also available in print!

It is the story of a young (trans) woman who wakes a sleeping, beautiful prince from a tower, covered in vines... and that just, like, the first three chapters!

What follows is an adventure that takes our heroes all across the nation, a confrontation with an ancient evil from a recent past, and some old-fashioned fantasy romance. For fans of classical fantasy as well as more modern works like Shadow and Bone! I'm quite proud and fond of it and the characters in it. We don't have enough straight trans girl rep (and the sequel has some gay trans girl in it too, dw), and TVM is the start of a trilogy that sees our heroine over a period of 10 years go from a young and scared individual to a true powerhouse.

Go check it out!

Up Next

I actually recently finished On Verdant Wings, the sequel! It's currently available for my Patrons but I have also started uploading it to scribblehub, where you can now read the first seven chapters for free! :D

On Verdant wings takes our story five years after the events of Through Verdant Mirrors, where, without getting into spoilers, things take a turn for the Stranger. New countries, new faces and old friends, and a minimum of one (1) dragon. Also this one's a lot gayer, has several transfem and transmasc characters, and sets things up for book 3, which I'll begin writing on first of next month :3

Thirbly: ACAB SPIDER-MAN

A few years ago I wrote a book called Penumbra, which answers the question "what if Eddie Brock was transgender and Venom was nonbinary," a question everyone has been aching to see answered. What followed was an exploration of depression and self-worth even I hadn't really intended that way, featuring several queer and trans characters.

ANYWAY THERE'S A SEQUEL NOW. New protagonist, same world. After the burning question answered by the first one, I ask a new question with the sequel: What if Spider-Man said ACAB?

Penumbra: Redshift is a story about radicalization and deradicalization, about the responsibilities and requirements of having strength to put someone through a wall, and how fucking cool it could be if you could turn into a girl and/or fly. Featuring an extremely bisexual and more than a little trans protagonist, it's a really fun story I'm growing increasingly proud of!

If my readership is anything to go by, it's actually also pretty good plural rep? Which I hadn't intended? I need to talk to my therapist I think. ANYWAY go check it out now! There are seven chapters for free to read on scribblehub and if you can't get enough, twenty-nine chapters over on patreon. (Also you can currently read the first Penumbra for free here for that sweet sweet sad wet loser energy)

You thought I was done??

I've also been working on some new things (not just sequels). Two stories (which don't have professional covers yet, I still need to paint them), called Clear Blue and Far Horizon.

Clear Blue is the narrative equivalent of a friend sitting you down on the couch, handing you a cup of hot chocolate, and spending the next hour telling you how important you are until you cry.

More specifically, it's about someone with terminal anxiety and fear over the way the world currently works who learns to accept that sometimes good things are allowed too by either falling into a painting or having the world's most vivid hallucination. It has food, dancing, the occasional panic attack, and learning to fall in love again. It's also, for obvious reasons, trans. It's short and sweet! Currently Patreon only, but it's going to come to scribblehub (and presumably print) at some point.

It's also getting a spiritual sequel, Far Horizon, which I have started the first few chapters on (also on Patreon) which is going to be a long-form new-adventure-every-chapter story that is all about learning to embrace your life, past, present and future, but all through living vicariously in the moment. Vibes heavily based on @pepurika's Tiger Tiger comic, with, of course, my own twist on things.

Okay now I'm d- SYKE

Another novel! Flipping Out! It's a modern fantasy story about six queer kids who find a magical coin that lets them change their appearance at a whim - but there's some rules attached. Taking place over a period of 15 years, we follow them as they grow closer together, have a falling out, and finally meet back up at a wedding.

This sounds like a coming of age drama.

It's a tense, bisexual, transgender, action thriller crime romcom where these six idiots plan increasingly elaborate heists. Imagine the Ocean's soundtrack playing throughout most of it and you'll get a feel for the vibes. It also has this bit of dialogue.

“Well,” Bee said, “you always did struggle to figure out who the fuck you were.” “You’re one to talk, Miss ‘I’m just a gay guy.’ You took a whole-ass battering ram to your sexuality and you’re giving me shit,” Lisa said with a chuckle. Hers hadn’t changed. Once she’d accepted that anyone could give her the tingly feelings, that had been kind of easy. Being bisexual was a wonderfully universal experience. “Hey, I could still be a faggot.” “What, like a girl-faggot?” “Sure,” Beatrice said, raising her beer. “Girl who is a faggot. That’s me.” “Woah.”

You know, to give you an idea. It is currently being uploaded to scribblehub where you can read the first 5 chapters, but there's sixteen already on patreon, with another estimated 30-45 (ish) to follow. I think it would be cool and sexy of you to give it a look.

Okay now I'm done

So yeah! Lots I've been working on! Check it out, I have a lot of works already finished as well (can be found on my amazon author page if you want a physical copy, smashwords if you don't (though amazon's stranglehold means it is always the most up to date) and on scribblehub if you don't mind clicking through every chapter).

Thank you for reading this far in. If you have, consider recommending some of my works to your friends, there's usually something in there they'll like. I'm pretty prolific, if I say so myself :)

#writing #my writing #writeblr #ela's updates #Penumbra #Redshift #spider-man #venom #eddie brock #through verdant mirrors #symbiote #on verdant wings #verdant trilogy #writer intro #trans writers #trans literature #queer writers #queer fiction #queer lit #queer literature #lgbt #lgbt art #lgbt literature #cw slurs #heists #crime thriller #coming of age #lesbian literature #bisexual literature

[cedar-glade]

(Not comprehensive) What to expect for riparian zones in orv confluence.

it’s the best time of year to fen hop here in Ohio but before anyone does that a pilgrimage to a less addressed habitat is necessary and fun, its check on mudflats in western Ohio time;

I just spent a few solid days botanizing some of Ohio’s most classic habitats.

Two mudflat locations: Little Miami meets ORV and Great Miami meets ORV. (though a weirder one is the ancient oxbow flats of the Great Miami. BTW ORV is Ohio River Valley.

 A group of really good friends and I got together and tried to hit the Shawnee lookout giant ragweed thickets(15 foot tall this year with native amaranth mixed in at similar height)  Each year a few people check this spot earlier and than a few later for a tricky plant not seen since 2010 called Orobanche riparia

which may or may not be state extirpated from TN WV VA and OH. these are only affiliated with confluence zones and specifically Ancient ragweed thicket communities. Normally Ragweed is 7 foot max, and dies every year, falluvium(alluvium displaced by frequent floods), buries these past frost lines and their roots are insulated. and the stems are more supported at the base.

while being a classic rare species, Japanese hops have now made it extremely problematic to spot and so it remains elusive.

while the 3 giant amaranth and 8 species of Persicaria are present with the cockerburl and ragweed along with florida and giant lettuce; It’s also notable that rough barnyard grass and two other river bank giant ragweed thicket rarities are also present. https://explorer.natureserve.org/Taxon/ELEMENT_GLOBAL.2.155128/Ripariosida_hermaphrodita  virginia riverbank mallow and ....

Nabalus crepidineus

Flood plain woods: wood nettle, greenheaded cone flower, panicled fall phlox, cup plant, Jerusalem artichoke, 2 Persicaria spp., more angry hops, 2 common Rubus spp. (black cap and Alleghany), Monarda serotina, more lettuce, both of Ohio’s jewel weed.

Silt formed Mudflats:

It’s ok though because the disturbance is still frequent in some sections and many rare sedges and rushes exist as well as mud flat species can be seen as preserved. These are very small species that thrive on silt

the map above is for a species that recently got split again after already being split from drummunds’ bull rush. Now called dwarf bull rush and went through a new genera name too. River dwarf bull rush is no longer Hemicarpha micrantha and is now Lipocarpha micrantha.

Others of notable interest in flat: Kyllinga pumila,  Paspalum fluitans,  Myosurus minimus(adventive), Cyperus acuminatus,

both toothleafs are present too. Ammania coccinea(sessile peduncle and least common) and Ammania robusta(most common) for ohio.,

another classic forbe thats pretty darn common is obi wan conobea usually with carolina geranium not far apart,

green, dentate, davids, prostrate, true spotted, and Phyllanthus caroliniensis along with multiple copper leaves are present.

(plenty of other sedges but I can’t think of all the ones Dan Boone has tried to teach me there.)

Broken bank( sand cut banks):

alleghany monkey flower, blue siphilis lobellia, indian tobacco inflated lobellia, common milkweed, 3 uncommon Rubus spp. all adventive except for one that looks like a glaberous prickily virginia creeper vine Rubus trivialis . We also see both swamp and ciliate margin loose strife, two figworts, and cockerburl again along with 4 native persicaria, 2 native day flower(Commelina spp.), 3 seedbox/ludwigs (Ludwigia spp.), waterspeedwell Veronica catenata ,

mints are well represented: 3 Stachys spp. water hoarhound, american germander, 3 potential Monarda spp. (bubblegun, basal white, and M. serotina), both ciliate and hairy wood mints.

  Classic creeping fabaceae are: Amphicarpaea bracteata and Apios americana.

Gravel point bar:

lance leaf frog fruit, smooth scouring rush, verticilate scouring rush, and rough scouring rush, smooth rush, green bull rush, the brown tall giant one, 3 sided rush, big bluestem? some how?,  button bush, both the common hibiscus, sand bar and black willows, water willow(not a willow), lizard tail(the fruitloop smelling one).

Note:

If you want someone who knows more about this habitat than anyone else, Dan Boone is probably the person to ask.

#ohio #botany #text #mudflats #orv #hamilton #clermont #thanks dan boone #ecology

[chryzure-archive]

“Chrysi isn’t coming,” Pleck said, looking up from the candy bowl. “She said she had to study.” 

“What?” Jacks stood from his seat, taking the candy out of his mouth so he could properly frown. “Why didn’t you say anything?!”

“I don’t know- here Fil!” Pleck tossed a pink lemonade flavored lollipop behind the counter, which Filly caught only because she dropped her pen to snatch it out of the air. “You didn’t ask!” 

Jacks groaned. 

“What made you think she would be here?” Filly said, now speaking around the lollipop in her mouth as she reached for her pen. “It’s Saturday.” 

“So?”

“She never comes to the library on a Saturday,” Pleck said, giving up on looking for a cherry lollipop and popping a peanut butter cup into his mouth instead. “I thought you knew that.” 

“Why would I know that?” 

“Because you follow Chrysi around like a lost dog?” Filly was grinning around the lollipop stick by the time Jacks turned his glare on her. “I just tell it like it is, Jacks.” 

“Neither of you are of any help to me whatsoever.” 

“Aw, come on, we can help you find her at least.” Pleck got up, setting the candy bowl back on the counter while simultaneously stuffing some candy in his jacket pocket for later. “Then we can get food.” 

Jacks huffed, but said nothing, sticking the apple flavored treat back into his mouth. Upon realizing his friend wasn’t objecting to the idea, Pleck turned his grin on Filly. 

“You commin’?” 

She smiled at him, sticking both the pen and the book of crosswords into her bookbag. “I do enjoy food.” 

“Great!” Pleck took her hand over the countertop and walked her around, all while Jacks rolled his eyes with barely contained disgust. 

“Aren’t you working right now?” Jacks asked, stuffing a hand into his jacket pocket as they made their way out the door. 

“‘Supervisor only comes around once a month, and we’re the only people who ever visit this library anyway.” 

“You’d think a lot more people would, given how quiet it is.” Pleck said, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend once she made her away around the counter completely. 

“Chrysi says it's because of a rumor that someone got murdered in there,” Filly said, moving closer to Pleck's warmth as they stepped out into the chilly October air. “I think it’s just less conveniently placed though.”

Chrysi pressed the board game to her chest, breathing too heavily. Every breath made her throat hurt, and she was one step from crumpling to the ground to hack up all the blood she could taste on the back of her tongue. 

The creatures lured closer. Even now, they looked more akin to classic movie monsters than true villains—down to even a Dracula that looked so much like Bela Lugosi that Chrysi wanted to ask him what skin care routine he had, before she realized that Bela Lugosi had definitely died back in ‘56 and would probably be feeling a little out of place amongst a monster with vines wrapped around a wiry rib cage and another that dripped a noxious black goo that made the carpet sizzle and curl with smoke when it dripped off its indistinct form. 

But for her racing mind, the part of her that lived in the world with these monsters for fourteen years only provided a single word, a quiet hiss to center her:

Cornered. 

Yeah. Shit.

She cast her eyes to the left. The board game weighed more like a stone in her hands—heaven knew if it were actual stone, the texture of it was so off-putting—but if she moved quickly, she could pass it off before she passed out. 

But there, she only found Pleck a little tied up, fending off hyena-wolf—God, what were those things?—hybrid-somethings with the same fireplace poker Chrysi had almost ruined Jacks’s face with. Holding his own as best he could, but not in a prime position to act as wide reciever. 

She edged back a step, putting one of Mistress Luck’s finely upholstered couches between herself and the small pack of monsters looming closer. Another black drip of goo splattered, this time on the couch. A horrible smell of burning chemical-and-upholstery filled her nose. The goo quickly ate a hole in the red couch. 

To the right this time.

Filly currently looked a little tied up, this time literally. A baby-doll-faced spider worked out a long silky thread and set to wrapping up Filly’s flailing legs. Her arms had already been bound to her sides. 

Well, she wasn’t an option either. 

The vine-creature lashed out with a thorny vine. It caught on the couch. As it tore away, it took with it an almost entirely steady stream of white stuffing. 

Mistress Luck was not going to be very happy with them at the end of this. 

She took another step back—and this time, she thunked into a wall, hunched shoulders hitting first, then her startled jump knocked her skull back against it. A bright spark of pain made her vision shudder once, then ease into a dull thrum of visual interference. 

The monsters loomed closer—Not-Bela Lugosi Dracula closest. And, honestly, out of all of them, Chrysi had to admit that she’d much rather go at his hands. 

One last desperate time, she cast her eyes over the room. Left (Pleck, still fighting somethings), right (Filly’s ankles now firmly tied together), and finally up (Jacks, standing at the railing of the second floor’s inner balcony, staring down at her in horror—)

(Wait.)

Jacks wasn’t doing shit!

His eyes caught on hers. His face blanched. 

“Princess!” he called, right at the same time Chrysi let out a rather vitriolic, “Hey, jackass!” 

Jacks startled, then cocked his head to the side so quickly he looked like a woundedly curious dog. 

She evened out the board in her grip and curled her arm in. 

“Catch!”

Then she flung her around out, whipping the board game like it was little more than a Frisbee. It flew from her fingertips discus-like, spinning at a speed that belied its odd shape. 

For a moment, its four corners turned into a misshapen throwing star. Light gleamed off its gilded edges, glittering like cursed magic. It was powerful, and it went right over the monsters’ heads. 

A vine shot up after it. Goo fizzed into the air like a fountain in a city park. Not-Bela Lugosi went up in a puff of smoke and a bat came flapping out of it. 

But it sailed out of their reach before they could do anything. 

And it hit Jacks square in the face. Hard. 

His head snapped back. He staggered, then collapsed. She was pretty sure she could see the glitter of gold, even from here. 

Chrysi gaped up at him. 

“Are—you—serious?” she screamed. 

Jacks groaned. 

She replied like he’d said something cognizant: “Get a better reaction time!” 

#pleck didn’t tell jacks anything bc he knew that if he did jacks wouldn’t want to hang out :) #or bc he genuinely forgot which is funniier #sorry jacky you’re stuck here and you can’t follow chrysi around like a baby duckling! #also you’re making me crave sweets rn. it’s too late for this sort of thing come onnnn #.asks #m.filly✨ #i was reading a lot of grady hendrix when i wrote this. that’s my only justification

[vamp3999000]

Baby, you'll never grow old in my eyes

With your golden grill, true love never dies

You wanna watch me while I watch TV

While you're t-t-t-t-touchin' me

We're forever young in paradise

As long as we got the Chevrolet, I will ride

We're gonna party like it's 1949

We're in the Chevrolet from July to July

Gonna see it all before he says goodbye

Every man deserves to see the sunrise

Every man gets his wish

Every man gets his wish

You told me this

Where is mine?

You said I'd never make it out of here alive

At the rate I was going, I'd be lucky to die

I was born so bad, young and truly right

The brightest star on Hollywood and vine

We're gonna party like we're running out of time

Getting drunk and driving fast on cherry wine

Never do belong to anyone I find

Leaving everything I ever knew behind

Every man gets his wish

Every man gets his wish

You told me this

Where is mine?

Every man gets his wish

Every man gets his wish

Promised me this

Well, you lied

I learned how to make love from the movies

He found me waitressing at ruby Tuesday's

He said, I wanna buy you a classic white milkshake

I said, I'll serve you up a special side of heartbreak

Special side of heartbreak

I was working down in the corner café

You would drive by in the Chevrolet

Whistle at me as my hips go sway

Lana Del Rey, how you get that way?

How you get that way?

I said, he loves my heart-shaped sunglasses

He loves the heart shape my ass is

Cristal, cristal champagne glasses

Every man gets his wish

Every man gets his wish

You told me this

Where is mine?

Every man gets his wish

Every man gets his wish

Promised me this

Well, you lied

Every man gets his wish - Lana Del Rey

[r1999-transcript]

A Nightmare At Green Lake 06 - Cabin in the Forest

Living area of the Cabin

Sonetto: The lock has been broken. Those are bite marks from small critters. They might have nested inside.

Horropedia: This damn place has power supply? Who pays for the bill?

Sonetto: Maybe it has underground cables, or it’s powered by some generation sets left by Zeno. Wait, stop here. To your right, by the corner pf the stairway, there’s three … no, at least three of them.

Horropedia: They are getting closer. Blondie, take your friends away.

Critter Crowd: Coo…!

…

Blonney: Strange … I remember I left it here. Where’s the camera?

Anne: Are you looking for something? Perhaps I can help.

Blonney: No one asked for your help. Go away.

Blonney extends her arm and stops the girl.

Blonney: If you have nothing better to do, go clean the house up. I need a place to rest.

Anne: Yes, sure, you must be tired. Don’t worry. I will take care of it.

Sonetto: Let me give you a hand, Anne.

Anne: That’d be great. The tools are in the closet. This won’t take us long.

…

The cleaning is finally done. Anne and Sonetto walk around in the living area, handing out blankets they found in the cabinet. Michael sniffs, turning his eyes speculatively.

Michael: So … you guys are really the investigators from THE “St. Pavlov Foundation”?

Anne: What is St. Pavlov Foundation?

Michael: No way, you’ve never heard about St. Pavlov Foundation?

Sonetto: St. Pavlov Foundation is an official institution that takes in and organises arcanists, Anne. My friends and I work for them. We will try our best to keep everyone here safe.

Michael: I’ve never met a real one … What do you guys normally do? Taking humans for subject research? Roaming around to snoop on political parties? Are those stories true?

Sonetto: Human subject … research? Political parties? Pardon me. I don’t follow you. We will never do harm to any human. It’s strictly stipulated.

Michael: Save your bureaucratic rhetoric, little girl! I’ve read those books. I know you’ve done some dirty things. Tell me!

Blonney: Shut your face, Michael. I recruited you to play the Fool, not asking you to really be one! Don’t bring disgrace on us for going to Vines State College with you.

Vertin: You are all students from Vines State College?

Blonney: Yes, Faculty of Filmmaking. This fool here is a Chemistry student, the big guy over there is an Art student on English literature and poetry. It’s one of my assignments to make a movie during the semester break. So I hired every useless meathead available and travelled all the way to this shithole, just to shoot a stupid horror movie.

Horropedia: Stupid horror movie? I thought you loved horror movies.

Blonney: Eww … Don’t disgust me! Who would possibly have interest in the movies filled with characters in sweat and dust and presenting zero romance or any nice costumes?!

Horropedia: You mean … you are not interested in horror movies but determined to film one here?

Blonney pauses for a second, wrapping herself tighter in the blanket.

Blonney: You tell me. They are cliched, meaningless, easy to make. They are the easiest option for this assignment. That’s it. I’ve never liked any of them.

Horropedia: Oh, I see. That’s why you selected this awful script, all these beautiful but useless props, and such an untrained cast.

Blonney: Ah! What did you say?! Awful script?!

Horropedia: Well, I’ve read your script. It is illogical and dull. The conflicts are not strong enough. Or we can call it classic, but in another word, it’s stale. I really wonder … how did you get admitted to the filmmaking faculty? The admission criteria of Vines State College should be quite difficult to meet …

Blonney: You! What do you know about filmmaking? You’re no one but a spawn of the Foundation, like those bodyguards my daddy has.

Jason: Come on, relax, Blonney.

Jason lifts one arm and rests it on the girl’s shoulder.

Jason: If your dad didn’t sponsor the two library buildings, you will not be here studying filmmaking. And you look exactly like an arcanist when you get mad. Don’t, it’s not a good look.

Blonney: Fucking say that again? Think you can take a punch from me? I’m not in a good mood today. I just lost a camera, so you can keep on pissing me off if life has been too good for you!

Jason: Wow … wow, wow, normally you wouldn’t be so mad over a little joke like this. Are you making a fuss now because your arcanist friends got your back?

Anne: Jason! Jennifer is trying to finish a project. You shouldn’t be mean to her! And Jennifer, please don’t get into a fight with him. Isn’t he your friend? I thought friends won’t say hurtful words to each other. I don’t understand. Is this the way people make friends in the outside world?

Her words of mediation seem only inadequate and useless in front of Blonney’s anger. The young girl jumps onto her classmate like a furious cat. She pulls Jason’s hair and ears, yelling in rage.

Blonney: I will knock off every tooth in your mouth and give them away to that crazy teeth collector. Only in this way can your empty head remember how much I hate being called an arcanist!

Angry scratches appear on the man’s face, and he seems equally mad.

Jason: But you are always an arcanist. Although you’ve tried every means to be a human, it won’t change your identity!

The Foundation’s investigator does not plan to stand aside and watch.

Horropedia: However much you despise us, many brilliant playwrights are arcanists.

Anne: Mr. Horropedia, please stop making this worse.

Blonney: You jerk!

Tooth Fairy: Quiet.

As Tooth Fairy knocks on the table with her glass jar, the sparkling creatures inside are frightened and start to hit the jar.

Tooth Fairy: If you don’t shut up now, I will shut you all up forever.

Blonney: …

Tooth Fairy: Ms Anne has a point. This is not how friends get along. Ladies and gentlemen, we are not here to fight. We need to cooperate. I don’t expect you to love each other, but no more fights. I don’t care whether you are arcanist or human. Now, sit back on the sofa, everyone.

Horropedia: … I am sorry, Ms. Tooth Fairy.

Anne: I’m sorry too. I should have stopped them.

Jason: Huh.

The young people sit back to the couch. There is a strange, uncomfortable silence in the room.

Blonney: …

Vertin: Blonney, is Anne also receuited as an actress? She is not as restless … energetic as your classmates.

Blonney: No, she isn’t. She is a local villager. We met by the edge of the woods. As well as Rod, the one that plays the Butcher. That’s everyone in my crew. Now, if your curiosity has been well satisfied, leave. I need a break!

Freddie, who is hiding in the corner, suddenly talks to Blonney in a low voice.

Freddie: Sorry to interrupt you when you are not in a good mood … Actually Rod didn’t come here. He’s hospitalised. Do you remember?

Blonney: He’s not here? Then who played the Butcher?

Freddie: Isn’t he another actor you hired? Together with Anne, in the town near the woods …

Blonney: No, I’ve never looked for any other actors! The only new actor I hired is Anne, because she looks almost like a twin to Anna, and Anna is absent because of her stomach flu. Oh, wait. Right, Anna is in hospital because of her stomach flu, which was a result of that toad bark stew she had with Rod. So Rod, Rod was not in the car with us when we left.

Freddie: … Holy Mother of God.

Blonney: That … that is, we’ve been with a “butcher” whose identity is unknown to all of us … Aaaahhh!

Anne: Jennifer, don’t worry. I will protect you!

Blonney: How is this possible! When did this place get so dark! What time is it now? Hey! Freddie, stop whining and take a look at the clock!

Freddie: Afternoon … afternoon … 1 pm …

Outside the window, there is midnight darkness. Nobody has noticed when the sun was gone. Freddie looks up. His lips are shaking. His face has turned pale, and the expression on it is twisting strangely.

Freddie: Is that Ro- … nope, that butcher? He is going to slaughter us. He is truly a cold-blooded murderer!

Jason: Don’t freak out Freddie. A murderer is not someone you frequently meet. We are not shooting a horror movie.

Horropedia: Actually … you are. A giant monster, a fake friend of yours, a sudden night fall … anything here not like a horror movie?

Jason: Damn it! Aren’t you being paranoid enough? Do you want the situation to get messier? You! Sit down! I will go check the electrical panel and fix it. It will bring back the light and restore your sanity.

Horropedia: Negative from me. Those who remain alone in a horror movie never end up safe and sound. If the butcher is really lingering outside the door, you will be his “first blood.” Although you are rude, impolite, and suspected to ancestry discrimination, I suggest you to take someone with you for the sake of your safety …

Jason: Back off, you troll!

Jason walks out of the cabin in anger. The wooden door is forcefully shut behind him. The rest of the people look at each other. Horropedia suddenly gasps, and rubs his painful shoulder resulted from that push.

Horropedia: … He really didn’t do that on purpose, did he?

Vertin: What on purpose?

Horropedia: He said and did all the things he shouldn’t be doing. We are in a horror movie. His actions are like taking some sleeping pills, winding the noose around his neck, and shooting himself in the head.

#reverse 1999 #events #a nightmare at green lake #1.2

[taimio]

A Comprehensive Guide to Successfully Cultivating Mange Tout: Unveiling the Secrets for a Bountiful Harvest

Mange Tout is a light romantic comedy directed by Claude Berri in 1975. The film follows the story of a young French woman, met with many suitors vying for her heart, and her desire to find true love. As her search continues and her expectations are challenged, she eventually finds what she is looking for in an unexpected place.

Everything You Need To Know About Growing Mange Tout

If you're like me and have a passion for growing your own food, then you've probably considered adding mange tout to your vegetable garden. Not only are they delicious and versatile in the kitchen, but they also add a pop of vibrant green to your garden. So, let's dive into everything you need to know to successfully grow mange tout!

1. Choosing the Right Variety

Before you start planting, it's important to choose the right variety of mange tout based on your preferences and growing conditions. Whether you prefer the classic green variety or want to experiment with the gorgeous purple ones, select a variety that suits your taste and climate.

2. Preparing the Soil

Make sure to prepare the soil well before planting. Mange tout thrive in fertile, well-draining soil, so enrich it with organic matter and ensure it's free from any weeds or debris. This will give your plants the best start possible.

3. Sowing the Seeds

When it comes to sowing mange tout seeds, timing is key. Wait until the soil has warmed up and there is no longer a risk of frost. Sow the seeds in a sunny spot, about an inch deep and a few inches apart, ensuring there is enough space for the vines to spread.

4. Watering and Care

Once your mange tout plants are established, water them regularly, especially during dry spells. Pay attention to the soil moisture, ensuring it's consistently moist but not waterlogged. Mulching around the plants will help retain moisture and suppress weeds.

5. Supporting the Vines

Mange tout plants are climbers, so they'll need some support to grow and thrive. Use trellises, netting, or bamboo canes to provide the vines with something to cling onto. This will not only keep them upright but also make harvesting a breeze.

6. Harvesting

When your mange tout pods are plump and the peas inside have reached a good size, it's time to harvest. Be gentle when picking, as the tendrils can be delicate. Use a sharp pair of scissors to avoid causing any damage to the plant.

7. Enjoying the Harvest

Now that you have a bountiful harvest of mange tout, it's time to enjoy their fresh, sweet flavor. Experiment with different recipes like stir-fries, salads, and even simple sautés with a knob of butter. The possibilities are endless!

So, with these simple steps, you'll be well on your way to growing your own delicious mange tout. Remember, gardening is a journey of learning and experimentation, so don't be afraid to get your hands dirty and have fun along the way!

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#Growing Mange Tout

[cileevi]

The Speed Of Pain: Let Her In

Chapter Four

Charlotte

" You took it better than I thought. " 

I smile at Marilyn's reflection in the mirror as I admire my first tattoo. " I can't wait to show Bowie. He's going to flip. " 

It has been a couple of weeks since we got to L.A. He was working in the studio late the last few nights so today he surprised me with a tattoo shop visit. He was already getting inked when I was asked if wanted anything done. I won't say I caved to peer pressure, but everyone in the shop damn near begged me to get one. Bowie was playing on the radio and I picked the lyric right then and there. 

There's no way I'm going to lie and say it didn't hurt because it did. Seeing how perfect it is though... Totally worth the pain. Marilyn got some green one-eyed gremlin on his arm. I'll never understand why he needed that but hey, it's his life and body.

" Let me see. " He says coming closer.

Turning toward him his eyes scan over it. "Badass. Do you really know Bowie? I mean, I know your dad does but... " 

" I met him when I was a kid. He's pretty cool and loves when his fans get his lyrics tattooed. Maybe I'll get another soon. Something from Labyrinth. " I say absently while still admiring the fresh ink in the mirror.

I hear him chuckle behind me. " Now you're hooked. Your dad was right. " 

" Shut it... " I say before sticking my tongue out at him. " Thanks for letting me hold your hand. " 

Yes. I did need a bit of comfort during, I have no shame. 

" Thanks for holding mine. " He says with a simple tug of his lips. It's then that his growling stomach interrupts making me laugh. " I'm fucking starving. " 

Reaching out I take his hand and say, " let's go to the grocery store. I'll make a good dinner for us tonight. "

<>

" Mmm, baby that was good. Thank you. " Marilyn says as I figure out how to work his VHS player. 

Throwing him a smile from over my shoulder I say, " you're welcome ". 

We just finished our fried chicken dinner, in which he had a breast, two wings, and a thigh. I swear he ate like he hasn't seen food for weeks. And this is good because as Sharon said, he's much too thin. 

While at the grocery store, we found a classic on VHS, Sleepaway Camp, and decided to get it. This is our Friday night in a nutshell. Vegged out on his couch with red vines and chocolate-covered raisins for dessert. All while a forced transgender girl is slashing her way through camp. 

" All I'm saying is, why on earth is Meg giving him the time of day? " I ask absently. " He's an old geezer that probably can't get it up anymore. " 

This is like one of three things that get on my nerves about this movie. The other two? How does one die from vag burns? And how was Angela strong enough to gut Meg like that through the shower?  Otherwise, a perfect horror movie.

" The only unrealistic part of this movie. " He jokes as he lays back to get comfortable. 

Slapping his stomach lightly I shake my head. " Still, if it were Ronnie... It'd be more believable. At least he was eighties attractive. " 

" What on earth is " eighties attractive "? " He asks with a roll of his eyes.

I shrug. " He's attractive for eighties standards. "

" And what am I? " 

I give him a haughty look. " You're timeless, baby. "

He cranes his neck up to look at me. His expression tells me everything his voice refuses to. Smiling I reach and cup his face.

" You have beautiful brown eyes, full kissable lips, and a distinguished nose. " I say while trailing my finger down the slope of it.

He snorts at the last part and goes back to watching the movie. Digging my fingers into his hair, I scratch at his scalp gently. 

" And you have really long legs. " And it's true. His legs are very attractive to me.

And just like that he flips me over and wraps his entire body around me. The mixture of pheromones, vanilla, sweat, and our mingling natural scents fill my entire being. Being wrapped up in him like this is something I'm always going to relish in. Letting my body mold into his, I wriggle around to get comfortable. 

" Keep rubbing like that if you want to. " He whispers in my ear. " Wake him up at your own risk. " 

That's just it... I want to wake him up. The only thing that has been stopping me from initiating is my absolute inexperience. 

" We'll get there. I'm not in any rush. " He promises as if he can read my thoughts. 

He gets off of me and I settle on my side with my back against the couch. Turning into me, he settles his head in my chest while wrapping his arms around my middle. My fingers return to scratching his scalp as the forgotten movie plays on in the background. 

We'll get there my ass.

" So you grew up in London? " He mumbles half asleep already.

Still scratching I say, " not really. I was born there, but we moved to the states before I started school ".

" So that's why you don't have an accent. Where did you settle? " He asks fully enjoying my fingers in his scalp.

I hmm feeling fatigued myself. " Tampa. My mom still has a bit of an accent but she was big on assimilation so I took speech classes. "

" Florida? " He mumbles. " Small world, when I was in high school we moved to Orlando. "

Not too far away from where I was. " Where were you before that? "

" Ohio, of the middle west. " He jokes.

Raking through his air I ask, " did you like it there "?

" Nah, I used to get my ass kicked every other day. " He mumbles again. " I preferred Florida. The people there are much more interesting. "

Chuckling I say. " You got that right. Ever hear of Florida Man? "

" Honey, I am Florida Man. " Which is the last coherent thing he says before falling into a deep sleep.

Marilyn

I wake up to blue light beaming from behind me. Turning over I blearily see the tv is still on but the movie has long since stopped. Clearing my throat I look back at the woman still sleeping beside me. Part of me wants to wake her up and start some shit I know she isn't ready for. The other part of me wins out.

Going to get up, I pause when my eyes land on her exposed inner thigh. My stomach churns for the first time in years. There, barely visible are five thin scars. All at least an inch or more and look to have been deep.  

She's a fucking cutter. Judging from the way the scars look, not for a long time, but still. What in the fuck does someone so perfect have to cut for? How have I not noticed sooner?

It's just dawned on me that there was a party I was supposed to be at last night. Not just any party, a Johnny party. Picking up the phone I dial his number and lean back still groggy from waking up.

" Hey man, I need to talk. " I yawn out when he answers. 

Hey man, I'm just about to go to bed. 

Looking at the clock, it reads five past four. " Sounds like you had a great night. " 

It was pretty fucking epic. I can't believe you skipped the party.  

I had every intention of going to show off blondie but then she put in that movie and her magical fingers lulled me to sleep. The food she stuffed me with didn't help either. " I have Charlotte here and she cooked an amazing dinner. I ended up passed out on the couch with my head between her tits. " 

Sounds like heaven. And the only acceptable excuse for missing out on the fun. You're forgiven. 

" For a hellion like me, it's the closest I'll ever get to the promised land. " I tell him honestly. " I'll make it up to you though. Maybe Charlotte can cook dinner for us before she heads off to do that Pixar movie. You'll love her cooking. " 

Sounds good. I'm just glad she's making you happy. I was worried for a while there. 

Everyone was worried. Over the last six months, I've been starting to feel again slowly but surely. Recording Antichrist Superstar really took its toll but I needed to create it. In order to do that, I had to stop feeling anything but the music. It was the only way it was going to work. My last relationship suffered to the point of death while recording it. Hell, I was mentally checked out two years before that if I'm honest. 

That's why I've been keeping Charlotte close. I was on another level mentally when we first met. Coming back up from such a low-low has shit moving in slow motion. She's the only clear thing I can focus on. 

Everyone else kind of turns mechanical if I look at them for too long. I didn't intend for it to happen this way and I like it and dislike it in equal measure. I crave her and don't want to crave her at the same time.

Now having found those scars... I both want and don't want to know why. Why would she cut herself when she told me she didn't understand why I cut myself up? 

 " I don't know what she's doing to me honestly. " I say while rubbing my face tiredly.

I don't tell him exactly why because her scars are hers. It's not my place to tell anyone. Not unless I think she's currently hurting herself. 

I don't like the sound of that. You were just singing her praises don't go talking yourself out of it now. 

" It's just... " I start. " When I asked her to come to Canada with the band I thought I'd fuck her a few times and get her out of my system. Like I'd been doing the last year. " 

And you fell in love with the pussy? How romantic.  

Snorting I say, " I haven't even touched the pussy. We shared a bed every night and all I could do was lay and wonder how I got her there in the first place. " 

Come on, man, you've had more than your share of beautiful women. What makes her so different that you're doubting yourself?  

He's right. I have been with plenty of women. Hell, I was in a long-term relationship for five years. All of them were pretty cookie-cutter for my taste. Pale skin, dark hair, and eyes. That's my usual type. 

I don't know how this blonde hair blue-eyed " beauty " dug her way under my skin the way she has. Just two years ago I'd have thought it crazy if someone said I'd be with such an all-American beauty like her. 

" Everything so far. She looks at me with those huge blue eyes and I'm helpless. " And hopeless. " The worst part is she isn't even trying to drive me crazy, she just is. I could have asked her to stay with me for Christmas but let her go to London. I thought spending some time away would help me think better... In reality, all it did was make me miss her. "

Sounds like love, mate. When was the last time you felt it for a woman? 

" Years. " I tell him honestly. " Shit with Missy was a slow crash. By the time things were done, there was no love to be felt. I really fucked her over. I don't want to do that to Charlotte. " 

Missy was cool but we both know you both held onto that relationship longer than you should have. The way I see it, you have two choices, Manson. Either accept your feelings and let them be known... Or if you really don't want things to end the same as with Missy, let her go.

" I'm not letting her go. She's... " I almost say she's different but the last time I did that I ended up in the downward spiral I tail spinned into in the first place. 

Embrace the love, man. Let her in. She just might be what you've been missing. 

Heaving a huge sigh I say, " I knew if I talked to you I'd figure shit out ". 

That's what I'm here for, brother. Now go back to your girl. I'm hitting the sack with a buxom blonde as we speak.  

#MarilynManson #fanfiction #bands #novels #lovestory #romance #heartbreak #ozzyosbourne

[arcstral]

[ Archanea ] - An old minuet originating from the Kingdom of Archanea, a true classic that has stood the test of time. Due to its difficulty, successfully executing the dance is an achievement in and of itself.

It was deemed in that way implicating ignorance to patriotic histories whereupon there once flew liberated banners of a myriad of self-wrought nations, liberated by one's own sanguine glove ; to deem it merely Archanea's splendor of footwork is to forget blood in yellowing annals of history ―― that which stained faded pages in the wake of a war-enduring scholar's fall. To deem it merely of Archanea was to forget what came before ―― to forget wetland Altea, iron-forging Macedon, Sable-Guarded Grust.

It was to acknowledge ( arrogantly ) one king over the many fallen. ( Ah, but who was he to mourn this ignorance, father-murderer ? Tainted by the garnet ichor of regicide. )

"Altean," Whelp, dog ―― derogatory epithets eternally bound to his tongue, never loosed upon his foe-ally. "Archanean," There was, in one's continental patriotism ( for which there blossomed no love in his heart ) an acknowledgment: that he, too, was by technicalities Archanean. But not wholly as azure incarnate before him, for before him was King Archanea ( that swine-bred lot to forsake proud Macedon ―― not that azure was a puppet to fate then. )

"King Archanea," A hand is offered, but not in truce ―― he could not permit that which was so sought after so soon. Not to the man before him. "It would befit your golden crown that you knew this one. Entertain me."

𝕸ɪᴄʜᴀʟɪꜱ ɪꜱ ꜰɪʀᴇ !

The press of his lips join together at imposing footsteps, yet before the suggestive slivers of a frown can fully take root it cedes to a smile. Almost as if the fiery Macedonian before him were a presence he expected to see, or wanted to see. That they would cross paths on this night at least is a fact that reigns with certainty; even if Michalis failed to make his greetings, Marth would have sought for him, instead. Such would be his nature- the welcoming overtures he extends in the name of friendship, and particularly, even, for this largely uncertain one.

The treatment he offered for his former enemy had long since lost its hard edge, if it ever existed at all. In its place fledged a kindly nod of agreement, hand slipping into the equally firm specimen before him. Having danced with a number of court ladies, the tough callouses of a wyvern-knight were less acquainted but still familiar. Only a hair shy of the feeling of his own.

"Lord Michalis, of course. I would be pleased to do so. You need only follow my lead." Infinitely pleased at that, one could say that the Hero-King's sunny smile never wavers; a humorous inverse to the stoic expression worn by his partner. Like the grand banner unfurled of an opening ceremony or a parade, the vine cord on his neck flowers with flame now into a true garland. A discovery he pays no mind.

Taking position in their row of dancers opposite one another, the first strings of the minuet curl waists and bend knees, leading next into a complicated medley of steps which Marth is certain to enunciate with his movements. Preceding every complicated maneuver with a careful glance, between the breaths and minute pauses is the window of opportunity to converse.

"Altea and Archanea have been stalwart allies since the dawn of my kingdom—" Step in- step out- bow and turn. Rinse and repeat. "—though it has been a considerable while since I last danced this routine, my body still remembers the steps from childhood."

Another whir and turn arrives, pivoting them around with their joined palms as the axis, and to Marth's surprise, the very final one. Now standing before the taller man to a distinct lack of song, he straightens with his arms falling to his sides. "You said it would befit me to know the dance of the Archanean kingdom. This is true, Michalis, but I wish to learn others as well—or rather, now I must." For a smile that never wanes, it waxes now with a faint note of hope. "Next time, perhaps you can teach me the Macedonian court dance."

#◜ ╰ ♕ ◦ › royal mandate ‹ ASKBOX. ◞ #reverenceofmacedon #toaball2023 #hello my frenemy (soft smile) #michalis who is not only fire but also marth's final flower #similar to how he's the last human enemy that stands between marth and medeus #poetic..