#watching swan song gives me illnesses

[fairyhaos]

seventeen and bts songs

seventeen as different bts songs!

notes: this was originally meant to be a thought but, uh. it became too long. (also if anyone wants svt as seventeen songs or txt songs, ill make an exception to my no requests law Just For That 🤭)

masterlist

seungcheol

on. the power, the 'never giving up' energy, the 'idgaf if you hate me' energy, the 'look how far we've come, do you really think you can beat us?' energy is just. very very him. he has pride in himself and his group, and rightfully so, and that's exactly what this song talks about.

jeonghan

love maze. it's so.... pretty. the entire song just has such pretty vibes, like some sort of iridescent silk, and the kind of sparkly, 'just trust me' vibes make me think of jeonghan? it feels like winks across a room, running hand in hand from a boring convention to god knows where, like loving endlessly with jeonghan.

joshua

serendipity. okay, am i jimin biased? yes. and am i joshua biased? also yes. so is this a little bit biased too?? ... yeah but also the 'let me love you' vibes of serendipity, the gentle, lovely, adoring nature of the song fits joshua so much okay. serendipity reminds me of soft colours and joshua is a soft aura, so what other song could he be?

junhui

moon. it's like, about an awe-filled love, an adoration, an almost shy love too? it feels very junhui because of the sweetness and adorable nature of it. also it's as im typing this that i realize it corresponds with, like . "moon" junhui. moon junhui. wen junhui. ig it was meant to be

hoshi

dope. the hyped nature of the song!!!! the 'im the best' energy!!!! the 'carving my own path that's like no other' vibes!!!! you can't tell me this isn't hoshi. it's just such a... hype song. i really can't find another way to explain it, but it has the same bounding energy as hoshi

wonwoo

fly to my room. maybe a bit of an unexpected one, but there's a sort of tired, grateful comfort to fly to my room? like, it feels like aching feet being placed in someone's lap, sitting on the couch you both own, in the place you both call home. the naturalness, the domesticity, it all feels like wonwoo.

woozi

film out. okay this one i can't really explain, but the gentle, calm vibes give me a woozi feeling. it's like rainbows, like delicate glasses, like the fragile beauty of woozi. plus it also feels like something he would compose: like, fallin flower? downpour???

minghao

black swan. not only due to the royal, elegant vibes of the song, but because it talks about dance and about the self and about loss and love all at once, and don't you think that sort of thoughtful, soul-searching type of lyrics fit minghao so, so well?

mingyu

boy in luv. it's like, kinda grungy, kinda bad boy, and that's like the vibes that mingyu tries to give off. but it also talks about lovesick boys and they were so Young back then that it makes me go "aww" whenever i watch the mv like they're little puppies or smth 😭 and that's literally me with mingyu even if he's stripping during concerts or whatever

dokyeom

mikrokosmos. i was debating between this and euphoria, but it's ultimately mikrokosmos for dokyeom because it's just so soul-ascendingly glittering. it's magical, it's sparkly-eyed, it's full of smiles and happy ever afters and that in itself is dokyeom. also the talking of universes and stars??? stars are for dokyeom's eyes and the way he sings, so of course he's mikrokosmos.

seungkwan

autumn leaves. autumn leaves, or dead leaves (ive never looked into why it has 2 names lmao) is a very yearning, wistful song that really fills me with Emotions whenever i listen to it. but it's also powerful, rich, and it feels a lot like seungkwan's voice and his strength to carry on

vernon

boyz with fun. it's such a cool funky adorable song fr!! vv much vernon vibes. i can imagine him listening to this with his headphones and his beanie and just bopping his head while walking and accidentally tripping over a loose stone on the pavement. it's very vernon actually.

chan

magic shop. idk, i can't explain it, but the comforting and sweet and magical kind of vibes that fit chan. it's youthful, not in an innocent or childish way, but like the memory of youth, emanating the "forever young" message that bts often presented. i think chan encapsulates that very well.

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[georgestraitpridemonth]

i was tagged by @dnickels! thank u :)

three ships: ummm i have shipped a lot of things over the years and every time i have to name a single one i immediately forget everything ive ever read on ao3. ill go with xiyao, its been like three years and i have jin guangyao thoughts daily. also uhh peyton x nicky, two characters from the IF game "Love, Hate and the Mysterious Ocean Tower", a game that lasts like three minutes and was written for a 24 hr game jam 12 years ago. for some reason this is like a seminal work for me, and the dynamics of these two still stick with me today? i dont know, but its really such an early influence for me. and i guess mclennon. 

first ship: viclock, as in sherlock holmes and victor trevor (a college friend that is mentioned in one story). in fact i am so viclock that i am actually very anti johnlock, in all its forms. im still fuming about victors portayal in bbc sherlock. 

last song: caroline no by the beach boys

last film: providence (1977) except i wasnt really paying attention and was on tiktok so ill have to watch it again. 

currently reading: black swans by eve babitz, the complete cosmiccomics by italo calvino, minor detail by adania shibli, and white mischief by james fox. i've also been reading don quixote for like forever now. 

currrently watching: i don't really watch tv, right now the gilded age? f1 

currently consuming: carbonara

currently craving: more carbonara

tagging: @jack-bauer-afarmerfromillinois @mywingsareonwheels

@paradoxspaceheater @maudbeaton @herbertwest the @ autocomplete is giving me complete randos so im just picking ppl from my activity tab, feel free to consider yourself tagged by me if you also want to do it

[neon-green-reagent]

Ranked: A Nightmare on Elm Street

This is long overdue. I finished these months ago. I just got lazy. Better late than never?

A Nightmare on Elm Street (2010) : I am not being original here. I might be as the list goes on, but definitely not saying anything new right now. They made Freddy utterly disgusting. A shame, because Jackie Early Haley deserved a bit better than to play the worst incarnation of the character they could come up with. They wanted darker and edgier, and buddy baby boy, they fucking went for it. Meanwhile, it was a test of my gag reflex to sit through. Just a depressing butt flop of a movie, when you'll find as I go on, I prefer the series silly and fun.

Freddy Vs. Jason : I've ranted about this before. Freddy is not my favorite guy. But Jason sure is. So watching Freddy find Jason's PTSD and poke it was not my favorite moment. Also, the special effects are lacking, especially with the CGI Freddy caterpillar. The group of kids is forgettable, final girl included. And because it was the early aughts, we just HAD to have a gay slur in there. Man, fuck this movie.

A Nightmare on Elm Street (OG) : Really low, I know. It's not a matter of hate. It's a matter of... I think the sequels are more fun. Honestly, the remake wasn't that far off the mark. This is a dark film that's not that easy to have popcorn-y fun with. It is remarkably filmed with great special effects and a real eye for the surrealism of nightmares. I'll say, too, a point I seem to be perfectly alone on... Heather Langenkamp was very young, and her acting... leaves a lot to be desired here. She gets better down the line, but this performance was kinda painful.

Freddy's Dead: The Final Nightmare : This movie is hilarious. I love how goofy and bad this is. Freddy was officially not scary anymore, and even though this was, at the time, intended to be his swan song, they didn't give a single shit. They had him killing kids with the fucking NES Power Glove and cackling at his own dumbass jokes. The story goes totally sideways and suddenly he had a daughter. Even moments that could be frightening, like the parents of dead children wandering around with decreased sanity and no purpose, just get turned into a dumb gag. So bad, it's good, indeed.

A Nightmare on Elm Street 5: The Dream Child : I love Alice. It needs to be said. She's my favorite final girl in the series. Anything with Alice will be getting a thumbs up from me. It's amazing to me that the production of this movie was so troubled, because they actually managed to cobble together something so unique and fun here. It has some of my favorite kills in the series, as a matter of fact. Though at this point, the series was becoming more about the kills than characters, so watch out for that.

A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy's Revenge : The gay one! That's partly why it's high on my list. It actually does something with coding the character as gay, and let's just say I might know something about being young and closeted and scared. So maybe it hit me where I live. I know people hate that they changed Freddy's lore for the movie, but that makes it such an interesting outlier to me. It stands on its own in a lot of ways and makes for a unique watching experience in a sea of movies that start to become very similar.

Wes Craven's New Nightmare : This is Craven's pre-Scream attempt at being super meta. And it's better than Scream. There, I said it. I've truly never seen anything like it. I'm not even sure how he got everyone to agree to let him do this. It's so risky. And it works. Freddy is now a demon feeding off of Craven's muse and transforming the actors in the film into his puppets to play with. His look here is warped, like a demon wearing an ill-fitting mask of the character it wishes to portray. Basically I find this scarier than the first film. It plays with the idea that scares literally everyone who first hears of Freddy: what if that was real?

A Nightmare on Elm Street 4: The Dream Master : Have I said I love Alice? I love Alice. This is her origin story as the ass-kickingest Freddy fighter this side of dreamland. I love that her power is she can harness the power of others, so that even when characters die, their deaths aren't pointless. That is kind of a problem with this series. The pointlessness of even trying to fight Freddy, so I love seeing characters become empowered enough to stand up to him.

A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors : Yep, not original. Not me. Just loving what everyone loves. So everything I said about the fourth film goes double here. For the first time in the series, a movie said, hey, these kids matter. Their struggle matters. So we have a group of intensely memorable protagonists going through hell and just trying to stick together. Then discovering their secret powers to stand up to their collective demon. It's very "othered" coded, and so a lot of us othered people feel pretty strongly about this one. For good reason. It rocks.

And that's the series as it stands right now. As you can tell, I prefer when the series decided to blow the limiters off. Or when it decides to get good and stupid. So the idea of remaking it yet again to be dark and edgy leaves me yawning. If we could get a proper 80s throwback, then I'd be interested.

#franchise review

[okie-writes]

On Wishes and Ways

When did it begin, I have no clue. But it did, on some hour of some day, on an unnumbered year. The calendar is useless. The diary embodies a mist, gradually thickening. With all the clamouring thoughts, a date is insubstantial . But I can say this, it was when I first heard, or perchance read, that genius is the antonym of normalcy; that greatness cannot coexist with even a pint of the ordinary; that life was worth, only when life had a different palette than the pictures that danced in the background.

That day is somewhere alive in the pandemonium of dates that have passed since. A dead day, for all that matters. Ever since, I have been moulding. Like a sculptor, like Michelangelo, for long, I was an artist desperate to give life to an art. An art that was myself. But to do that, I believed, was to create a cast like no other. Initially, it was meant to be weird. Be the outcast, be unique. Chop my hair to look like a scientist from a magazine page. Reject the norms of normality. Give up on pop songs. At some time, it turned into an obsession with my intelligence quotient. I had to be equally clever, equally tall, in order to be equally great. As I grew, my tree of wishes and insecurity grew with me. It was etched in my mind that I was worthy of life only if I resembled the Greats of my imagination. Their smiles, their forms and ultimately, their sickness. At one point, at my lowest, I wanted to be ill. Terrible illness. A death with a swan's song. I aspired to join the mighty dead. I forced their echo to pass through me. When my dream of being romantically melancholic came true, it could end only with medication. But it did not end. What followed me was not greatness, but its monstrous counterpart, perpetual illness. And I went on wishing. Bipolar. Plath, Poe, Woolf. The list went on. I waited. I watched the corners of the doctors' mouths to catch a glimpse of the words that might ooze down. I was sick. And I yearned for more sickness. Days flashed past. I, like a wish fulfilled, hopped between shores of sanity and the other world of sadness. I was still wishing. Upon an infantile idea, that illness will further greatness, that nullum magnum ingenium sine mixtura dementiae fuit. And mediocrity, is a sin that I cannot live with.

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[baekhvuns]

It has just been a month and a half since I got into second year........things alr seem tough 😭. NVM about that, my friends's acquaintance apparently came in handy for this job. Yn job?!?!? Nah frr it reminds of those rom coms 😭😭.

NO HES GOTTA MAKE THE MOVE! But I bet he doesn't even know i fancy him cuz of my tremendous behaviour towards the person I like- PRETEND THEY DON'T EXIST! you will never catch me, and i mean NEVER catch me giving them soft eyes or trying to make a good covo, Bcz my brain says if you find someone attractive act cold towards them and then secretly cry in your room for them to notice when you basically give no clues whatsoever 😃

OHMYGOD NELLY FURTADO?!?! Honestly, I could've given out much better songs! I just forget the artists 😩 WEEKEND IN JUST FRIENDS DANG IT I FORGOT ABT HIM! I'm telling you since the whole the idol show launched, I can never listen to the weekend the same.

I scrolled down a lot on your blog, reading the asks and i saw someone made like vision boards for your fics. And i specifically loved the khronus one 🤌 and I kept tht in mind while thinking of the songs but i forgot it was based on moon lovers 🤦‍♀️

Besides that I've been meaning to ask you about your views on anime. I mean do you watch anime if so what'd be your top picks? Bcz...I'm obsessed with it so ....

Nooo I need a new part of just friends 😭 I'm STARVING FOR IT! The idea of hwayoung automatically popped in my brain when I saw this blog praising Shiloh pitt's visuals and people were going crazy over that oh wow she looks so much like her mother, or like mother like daughter. But ong Shiloh is majestic! Like those genes she acquired from Angelina 🤚🙌✨

I've been meaning to watch red, white and royal blue...(I hope that's the right title!) But I won't get the timeee 😭 like today, I'm doing nothing but I wanna dedicate this day to just my silly little videos on YouTube and not a series or a movie. But I'll try to stay strong!!

Ok but like I really wanna make hwa read the ffs 😭 LIKE PLS SIR!! I'm gonna dm KQ ent a pdf of Duke and general and ask them to MALE THIS A DRAMA! I will in this lifetime, SOMEONE HAS TO DO THT FIC JUSTICE!

reminds you? best friend it IS A YN JOB just wait till the holidays and the movie will start 👀

NO BECAUSE I GET U 😭😭 GOTTA ACT NOT INTERESTED AND MYSTERIOUS CANT LET THE COVER FAIL GDKWHDKW

NELLY FURTADO’S EVERY SONG W TIMBALAND IS FOR JUST FRIENDS (waiting for their new collab omg) AND THE WEEKND YEAH FHWJDHKS no ur right ever since the idol’s clips i saw on twt i just 🫠 what the fuck <3 but if we forget that then the songs def work for runways

omg yes i do!!! i grew up watching it but i mostly only watched shoujo and they stopped making shoujo’s for some reason like 5 years back and i only go to watch those but there’s a few new ones out w the same drawing so im watching them atm! my top picks since i only watched shoujo/slice of life’s would be 1. kamichu, 2. k-on, 3. tamako market, 4. ouran high school, 5. maid sama, 6. orange, 7. kamisama kiss, 8. alice academy, 9. yunerio patisserie!!!!!!! 10. pretty rhythm aurora dream (this was my fav as a kid)

a few others i can think from the top of my head is nana, cardcaptor sakura, SPECIAL A, itazura na kiss, my next life as a villainess, natsume’s book of friends, swan lake (2002), kodocha! if u want recs lemme know ive got a whole collection list 😭😭

ILL DEF LOOK INTO SOMETHING LIKE JUST FRIENDS! NO SHILOH IS LIKE THE PERFECT MIXTURE OF HER PARENTS i get it, id want hwa and yn from just friends to have pretty kids, u know they’d be mad tall 😭😭

that movie is so good!!! i wish it was longer bc i wanted to see more of their progression but it’s a good movie nonetheless!!

LMFAOOOO PLS FHWKDHWKHDWK TAKE THE SMUT OUT RIGHT NOW FHWKHFKWFJWK

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[libidomechanica]

Me to hear it on my neck, her rage

A tanka sequence

               1

Father moved in a mad way. Her sense; but not bear that has not, since the moon. Me to hear it on my neck, her rage. Some hame to be.

               2

It’s such outrage, as if halfe vnwilling you and I would be tost. Not know dost foist upon thy presence and falls, that which burn and real?

               3

Do not love or dead? That I probably knew to burn; and nothing, and other nose. Accuse me not when ye country in many swine.

               4

No, no, my Deare, let blood on a time has former days. It could not fir’d her eyes, whose pure baths your slaue; in the cast, give me, good night.

               5

With sanction; and shield— and could not as their hearing machinery and the red gold beneath his storm; in the dark his flatters at all.

               6

And they refuse of innocent, so sweet blackest date doole to dye, through she past. Dangled the patient fare, till to play at all.

               7

I dust her through the basement fancy. Bought and got, and cruel love! Was the roof, the thigh nearly glistened, almost Dionysian.

               8

I probably, right, the more than spie; take a waters slept in her lovers the summit of ill! And if from the kingdom of song. Die!

               9

Now she think two people together. It cries, Ah! Basin and hell should discovered, late, trying to stop with your desire of hate.

               10

Julia was care. As Sylvio did; his foreseen they all; I have tried to tell on one year when the blossoms, as the altar-stair.

               11

Niggard another. And write, take think’st thou and I sigh behind him on and fair. Partly because of the hand, and life, my Philly!

               12

It’s only a world to own the rest: o my lips in the world-greeting pity. Then lovely, darkly; but have climb’d Eve from with t.

               13

Fair Eliza! Which there by the most firmly proue, that Vertue and known me into beginning. Bid me to leaves her there’s ivy!

               14

No man’s fear! A corner. And this thornless eyes are past. And sorely hath my night in Cloth of force our sun and again. Leave thee sadde.

               15

Possessing, or married. Fit Oratours true, and embeds every friend became him nere. As witness hardly stew a chintz exceeds?

               16

Had watch! That must and Fletcher, swans to the forbear that must not my number’d head of her sincerity; but thy selfe makes you now.

               17

Are lost. To the glory and rather hand, and long love I thoughts as he sleeps alone can it mean enough, and the phone you, and still.

               18

While rolling, taking of a winter away until mine. The threadings for every part from her breathing as my moving so late.

               19

Conform the wind conceal’d, where these, and his stable- wall. Denied the God curse openly love could not be, but a kind blinding gray.

               20

Flaming is a great and did my soule, which proud and shuns to him befall some odoriferous as you Phant’sies play? Have thee, wretch!

               21

Weakness with hands the summer’s sprightly draught, the uncounterpart of fear. No voices sleeps with my number what of those globy rings.

               22

I will speak contradictionary for me to qualify. Where was upright eyes, at whose loved through my obedience. Her head.

               23

Touch entirely. Stock thy heart; or hardest fate, so dull were King of a son. Els the and Reason; Lust the food to live.

               24

In memory of hurts, which they most, where? She said; she neither ends of his Authority falls under feet; with the years ago.

               25

To verify this explicitie, with it, conform their absence is such as I dreamed I was a saint. A decrees: or her, and real?

               26

I probably left me on thy sweethearth is folding, took than all thing, and yet by this mortal fires. He country people together.

               27

While I live. You scorne Astrology, the sobs of fear. The soft and ball a sluice with a sweat or blood! Then she said; she comes not pine.

               28

The ranckorous birds come to breaks and conversion ought; cold, and what can called the Base. Two days under the evening course I did see.

               29

Until Max’s hind legs weren four, the landlord’s daughter things of disgrace, by only living. The glacier know then unharm’d; her head.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #180 texts #tanka sequence

[harmonyverendez]

My Cara Mia | Demetri Volturi Love Story ( A Twilight Saga Fanfiction )

Summary: After leaving forks and traveling with Alice Cullen to save her sister boyfriend, Edward Cullen. Arielle Swan catches the eyes of the world's most powerful tracker, Demetri Volturi and thus the start of a new dawn.

Warnings: Mention of Torture, Violence, Mention Of Rape, Mention of miscarriage, Mention of Trauma, and mental illness.

Fandom: Twilight Saga, New Moon

Pairings: Arielle Swan ( Oc ) x Demetri Volturi, Past! Arielle Swan x Edward Cullen.

Author Note- I don't own right to the twilight saga, it belongs to Stephanie Meyer. I only own my own character and plot.

Chapter 1 ------->

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“ Oh my god, they are playing my favorite song! ” The brunette shouted. Her sister Bella and friend Alice both rolled their eyes focused on the road.

“ This song is amazing! Really! ” Arielle shouted at the top of her lungs, she begin to sing once more. “ So go on without me! ”.

Bella clenched her fist and nearly Bang her head on the windshield. She would not deal with her sister right now,

She gets that Edward and her sister didn't get along, but still, she could at least show respect or some type of emotion.

Arielle on the other hand didn't care what her sister felt, she didn't give her any mind, and all of a sudden she wants to give her attention?.

Well screw her.

Arielle looked out the window and saw the blurring sight of everything.

She took a deep breath and prepared herself for what she was about to do.

Oh, Bella what mess have you got us into?

* * *

Volterra was a beautiful place, everyone was in red robes, children were laughing, women were smiling and laughing, and men? Were oblivious to the fact that they will be killed later on.

Arielle shakes her head and hummed to herself, humans were such an idiot.

They would believe in God instantly but won't believe in Vampires and other supernatural anything.

But that was how the world worked.

People were so ignorant.

And it would only get worse.

The brunette jumped out of the car as Alice drove away.

She watched as her sister ran to save her soulmate's ass.

If it was up to her Edward controlling and emotionally abusive ass would have been dead.

She placed her hands around her body and walked wilt through the crowd.

She knew Alice would come around the other way.

Arielle smiled when Alice walked her to the doors of the tall and dark castle.

She was amazed at what she saw, Alice shattered the doors of the door and the two instantly walked in.

“ Come on guys, let us be nice. This is still a Festival isn't it?” The Pixie asked walking in.

Arielle walked next to her and looked at the figures in front of them.

Demetri, Jane, Alec and Felix.

Four of the most powerful volturi guard of the whole clan.

Only two of them were ranked number 1.

Alec and Jane.

The moment she looked at Demetri and their eyes connected and was like time stop.

The two couldn't look away from each other. The Brunette shivered and backed away slowly.

But Alice placed her hand on her back and stopped her.

“ No, Arie. Running will not help you, he will find you”.

Arielle was not scared, she would not let no damn Leech have her, control her.

Demetri smiled at her darkly and practically purred.

“ Mine.... ”

She gulped.

~

Sometime later the group was standing in front of the kings on the throne. And Arielle did not like these vampires the moment she stepped into the room.

Only one she knew she would like.

The One on the leader's right.

He looked sad, like the world was on his shoulders. He locked eyes with her and she felt a connection to him, he smiled at her briefly and looked away.

She whimpered and felt rejection.

But she knew that was not what he was doing.

“ So Bella isn't a Vampire yet. How sad” Aro Purred.

The blonde was next to him glared and he looked at the youngest Swan twin and frowned for a second and looked away.

“ They mock us ” Caius replied, glaring at the trio but not at the youngest Swan.

Arielle looked at the three of the throne and they made eye contact.

“ Easy brother, I will see what the issue is” The leader stated.

Bella was nervous but she didn't let it show, she made eye contact with her mate.

And he did not look so good.

Edward Cullen was a rag doll in appearance, with coal black eyes, and a sunken look.

He looked briefly at Arielle and looked away with sympathy.

They would discuss everything later, but right now their lives were on the line.

“ So I see there shall be a new member to the Volturi clan”.

Arielle looked around trying to see what they were talking about and who were they talking about.

“ Who? ”.

Aro smiled at her.

“ You".

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[karlyfr13s]

One Love, One Lifetime

A Phantom of the Opera inspired Captain Swan AU

Rated M, cover art by @hollyethecurious

Chapter Two: Think of Me

Friday dawned clear and bright, and Emma woke earlier than usual. While she was normally happy to lay in bed until mid-morning, today marked the beginning of the season and the opening gala at the opera house, and she was anxious to get limbered up and ready for tonight’s performance. The day would require all-hands on deck, and Emma loved it when the whole venue was buzzing with excited and busy cast and crew members. Today was particularly special for Emma as she was given her first starring role. Regina hadn’t shown her face since the incident earlier in the week, though several of her lackies had been spotted skulking around backstage, most likely gathering gossip for her as usual. Emma was sure the managers spent most of their waking hours attempting to call Regina back and garner her favor. Sure, she wasn’t beloved by most of the crew--who she constantly berated and treated like personal servants--and a substantial portion of the cast ran hot and cold in their feelings--probably because she criticized everyone but Sidney and herself--but... Emma lost her train of thought as she stretched with her fellow dancers. Regina was the leading lady, so surely they had no choice but to try and lure her back, right?

Emma wondered aloud to Ruby whether Booth and the others were hellbent on getting Regina back on stage because they didn’t have faith in Emma’s own abilities, guessing that her managers might already fear the worst in tonight’s opening show. Ruby dismissed the thought out of hand as any best friend would do with only hours remaining before showtime. Of course, her managers had no idea how nervous Emma was, but ever since the impromptu audition on Tuesday evening, Emma had nightly conversations with her hidden Angel. He had coached and encouraged her as she practiced, working to perfect her enunciation and ensure she hit each note of the final cadenza in the complex aria with precision and confidence. Though the Angel didn’t always speak to her, Emma never felt alone in the moments she practiced despite the rest of the large venue sitting dark and silent in the small hours of the night.

As she readied herself for costume and makeup, anxiety rushed through her, sending Emma’s pulse racing and her breathing became shallow gasps. She tried to still the fluttering in her stomach, tried to shift into the single-minded focus she usually felt as she warmed up with the rest of the chorus, but doing so alone was far more difficult. Yet as she gazed at her reflection in the floor-length mirror, Emma felt a strange and sudden quiet fall over her. She could do this--she was going to do this. Tonight. She had trained for it, had been practicing numerous complex pieces for years now, had intentionally set herself the repeated challenge of playing secret understudy to Regina. With a nod to her reflection, Emma left her room and made for the theatre and the final rehearsals for blocking.

That evening as she slipped into the sparkling white ball gown, as the costuming crew clipped glittering crystalline stars into her long golden waves, she coached herself under her breath. She said a quick word of gratitude to the spirit of her father and to the Angel whose influence brought her to this moment. As she took her place backstage, Emma straightened her shoulders and Ruby snuck in to give her a quick kiss on the cheek. “They’ll never know you’re sweating a river under that thing--way too many layers for anyone to notice. Plus, they’ll be so blown away by your voice that nothing else will matter. Go get ‘em, girl!”

With that, Emma Nolan took the stage and had her first moment in the spotlight. It was an out of body experience. Surely it wasn’t little orphan Emma who commanded the entire stage? There was no way some girl from small-town Maine stood at the Paris Opera House-- at Palais Garnier --and bespelled an entire audience with the light, complicated, and wondrously beautiful “Think of Me”. Knowing the box would be vacant, Emma set her sights on box five and put her whole heart into the next four minutes. She could feel the swell of the music accompanying her, letting the warmth of the strings pull her onward, compelling the crowd with the sudden softness as she reached the third verse, and allowing herself to be taken over by the moment as the song crescendoed.

Recall those days

Look back on all those times

Think of the things we'll never do

There will never be a day

When I won't think of you

In the back of her mind, she heard a loud call, “Bravo!’” ring from the audience, and in the last verse of her solo, Emma felt as though she were flying. Her voice building higher and higher in the cadenza, each note crisp and clear as it rang across the theatre and back to her so that when the last two notes burst from her like some wild, magical thing they were half drowned out by the standing ovation that spontaneously began right in front of her.

Emma didn’t have time to remove her makeup or change before she was completely swamped by well-wishers. Cast, crew, and several attendees who’d somehow made their way to the hall that led backstage all vied for her attention. She couldn’t catch half of what they were saying, wished desperately to get out of her heavy gown, and found herself repeatedly saying ‘thank you’ more than anything else. It was entirely overwhelming. Thankfully, her managers interrupted, Jefferson swooped in and took a bouquet from her laden arms, offering her a flute of champagne instead. “Hell of a first night, Emma,” he beamed at her and they clinked glasses. “Seems Madame Lucas was right about you -- we’ve had to set half the stagehands to temporary security so we can get people out of the building instead of having them wander in search of you.”

“He’s right,” Locksley chimed in, freeing her other arm from the elaborate bouquet of stargazer lilies, which had been starting to make her nose tickle. “You’re quite the sensation, Miss Nolan!” She thanked him for the kind words and he insisted she call him Robin, introducing the dark-haired woman who’d appeared at his elbow as his wife, Marian. “With that, we must take our leave. Babysitters are ludicrously expensive in this city, and Roland should already be asleep anyway. Enjoy the moment, Miss Nolan, it certainly won’t be the last.”

Gradually, the crowd began to disperse and Emma was given a small amount of breathing room between introductions and congratulations. Her feet were aching and she was about to call it a night, when she saw a familiar face lingering in the crowd. “Graham?” She took a few steps toward the man, his light brown hair falling into his eyes as he grinned at her. She took off at a run, kicking off her heels, and he caught her in his arms. “I knew that was your voice -- I just knew it! What are you doing here? How?”

He spun her in a circle, the vast skirts of her gown swirling around them and clearing a space as several onlookers gawked at the pair. “My parents are patrons of the opera,” he explained briefly, kissing her cheek and blushing pink at the public attention. “When I heard tonight was your debut, I told them I’d represent the Humberts for the opening gala -- Emma, you were incredible out there!” The reunion was abruptly interrupted when Granny caught Emma’s eye where she lingered near the hall to her apartment. Granny gestured to her watch and Emma immediately stepped back from Graham’s embrace.

“It’s so good to see you, but...I have to go for the night, Graham, it’s late.” As she spoke, he took both her hands in his, wrapping her slender fingers in his warm grasp and insisting they go out and celebrate both her triumphant debut and their unexpected reunion. “I can’t, Graham, I’d love to -- it’s been so long since we saw each other -- but curfew is strict here, and I have to go. Goodnight.” She stepped back, gathering up her shoes as she fled the attention. The last thing she saw before making her way to her room was Graham with his brow knit in confusion. The image was quickly swept from her mind when she saw her whole apartment overflowing with bouquets and congratulatory gifts.

She turned to face Granny, her eyes wide. The old woman offered a kind smile, though she didn’t mention Graham or even ask who he was, which seemed odd. Instead, she handed Emma a single, perfect pink rose unlike any she’d seen. The stem was tied with a black satin ribbon and as she passed the delicate bloom to Emma, Granny’s only explanation was “He’s pleased with your performance, Emma. You sang like an angel tonight.” She helped Emma out of the elaborate costume, taking care to brush out her hair as she removed the numerous clips and pins. Emma hummed to herself as the two worked, Granny focusing on the items that needed to be brought back to the costuming department while Emma swiped her way through layer after layer of makeup until she was left fresh-faced and rosy-cheeked from the experience. She slipped behind the wardrobe screen after Granny left, changing into a soft floor-length robe.

Graham was here. It had been years since they last saw one another, and Emma tried to hold the vision of him now -- a man grown, complete with stubble on his cheek -- alongside the boy she’d spent so much of her childhood with. So many days had been spent at the top of her father’s loft, daydreaming and sneaking chocolates with Graham -- he was an excellent storyteller, and seemed to have a knack for knowing when her father was feeling particularly unwell. After they received the news that her father’s illness was incurable, Graham had become a daily presence in the house. He was always helping out -- fixing leaky faucets or repairing the shutters after a bad storm. As she sat and pondered her own reflection, Emma was drawn back to their freshman year of high school and to her first kiss -- their first kiss --she’d always assumed she’d end up with the boy next door.

That had changed with the revelation her father was taking her to Paris. Graham had not taken it well, and had stormed out her door for the last time two weeks before she uprooted her whole life with the move. She had needed him, had relied on him as a constant in her life, but almost immediately she saw him around town with someone else. Emma found out later it was some woman a few years older than Graham, and heard they had followed one another through Europe for a year before starting university in England. While that clearly hadn’t worked out, the old wound still stung. Undoubtedly, he had been through Paris several times, and he knew precisely where she was. So why had he never visited until now? It seemed likely she was only catching his attention now that it was her name on the marquee.

“Darling, who exactly is Graham Humbert to you?” came the voice in the darkness. Though Emma knew it could only be her Angel, she’d also never heard him like this. Usually the voice was low and encouraging, a mentor and gentle guide to her, but now...something was off. His pitch was too high, his pace too rapid and it felt angry somehow. She explained to the darkness around her that Graham was a friend, and had been for years. “Uncanny, isn’t it? He reappears suddenly just as you step into your own destiny,” the voice trailed off, his tone harsh and clipped.

“What do you mean? You don’t think...Graham wouldn’t do that! We’ve been friends since we were kids -- his family’s a patron of the arts, that’s all.” Emma felt oddly torn, needing to defend Graham’s intentions, while also feeling compelled to soothe the hurt her Angel so clearly felt right now.

“Men of low ambition seek greatness only through possessions -- through acquiring what is not theirs to have , darling.” His voice kept shifting, changing its origin as though he was everywhere and nowhere. “You are a marvel,” he crooned, voice softening to a low purr in her ear though he remained out of sight. His tone shifted abruptly, voice nearly a growl. “You were born for more than his small mind can imagine, and I will not see him bask in your glory. This triumph belongs to us -- to you and I alone.”

Emma realized then that she mattered to this unseen Angel, though for the life of her she couldn’t understand why . What’s more, he seemed to have eyes and ears everywhere -- had he been in the crowd after the curtain call? Had she seen him and simply not known? The thought seemed impossible; she’d always been sure she would know him the instant she saw him. “I know that,” she began, not knowing what he wanted from her, but wanting to try. “I never thought I could do anything like I did tonight, and without you, I know I never would have tried. Please,” she faltered then, wondering where to go from here and how best to help him understand how much she valued every lesson and moment they’d spent together. She squared her shoulders, looking at her resolute expression in the mirror. “Please, let me finally see you. Let me know who you really are -- who it is that made tonight possible.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, my dear. Go on then, if you’re sure you can handle it, keep watching your mirror, Emma.” She leaned forward, at first seeing only herself gazing back until the surface swirled with crimson smoke and from the cloud emerged two brilliant blue eyes set in an astoundingly handsome face.

“Oh,” she heard herself gasp softly and she reached toward the image as the smoke cleared. She took in the black hair that tumbled artfully into his eyes, the confident smirk that gave her a brief flash of white teeth. She reached out, startling herself when her fingers found, not the solid glass she’d expected, but the scratch of the stubble that dusted his cheek.

“Come now, darling. I know you’re more curious than that,” he hummed, waiting patiently and leaning against what now appeared as a doorway rather than her mirror. She took her time, sweeping her eyes over his strong, lean frame. He wore all black from the embroidered silk waistcoat to his full-length leather coat and Emma was sure on most men it would look outlandish, but he was definitely not most men. His wolfish grin must have erased something in her brain because she realized belatedly he had a gleaming silver hook where his left hand should be. It appeared deadly sharp, and she wondered what story had led to its existence. She knew she was staring and tried to say something, anything at all.

“How?” she eventually sputtered, not knowing how to form the question she wanted to ask. He was real, and here. The man -- the Angel? Did angels look like this? -- who had watched over her for years now. The man who taught her to take raw talent and shape it into art. He was real. She reached out, laying her hand flat against his chest, her eyes fixed on the place over his heart. Taking a steadying breath, she slowly turned her gaze up to meet his eyes. “You’re real.” She felt stupid the instant it left her mouth, though his low chuckle wasn’t unkind.

“Real indeed, darling. And to your earlier enquiry: magic.” She tittered, faking a laugh at this and thinking she may have found herself at the mercy of a lunatic. He broke out in a warm laugh at her expression. “Not many people greet me in such a way, but you are not most people are you Emma?” She briefly wondered if he read her earlier thoughts, but before she could think much more he offered his arm which she took out of pure curiosity. “Perhaps a demonstration then?” And suddenly the world was shrouded in crimson smoke.

...

Thank you @ultraluckycatnd for beta-ing this piece, and @lonelyspectator12 for being an incredible brainstorming partner.

Shout-out to @eastwesthomeisbest for your artwork--it inspires me to persevere past writer's block!

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#one love one lifetime #karly tries to write #CSMM #captain swan AU #cs ff #killian jones #emma swan #dark hook

[insomnihan]

han's DREAMCATCHER ONLINE CONCERT EXPERIENCE

(everything here was typed as i was watching the concert pls enjoy this chaotic mess)

no read more ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

this loading screen music pretty good ngl.............................

takes for F UCKING EVER THO HUURY UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE WAY THE SCREEN GOES BLACK GIVE ME A DAMN HEART ATTACK STOP DOING THAT™

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

YEEEEEEEEES START WITH WHITE OUTFITS AND MY QUEEN TITLETRACK ODD EYE

THE WOLF???????????????????????

okay i see what that xr stage means now

LIVE BAND SCREAM ABOUT TO COMBUST-

BOOOOOOOOOOOCA SO SCRUMPTIOUS

HELL YEAH THIS IS THE BEST OPENING DA FUK-

DONT F UCKING FREEZE ON MY QUEEN DO NO T-

lee siyeon.............................................................

sweet girl gahyeon alright then

damI I LOVE YOU

IT GLITCHED BAD IT SCARED ME

BECAUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISTLE AND CHOREO BICYH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

chair and floor choreography [rest]

i love listening to them talk but im shaking im just ANXIOUS for these costumes

P O L A R I S GUESS ILL CRY OKAY-

heart of sunflower so like CRY™ cry

lit rally had to read the comments for this song its emotion I DONT LISTEN TO BALLADS MAN-

SOLO STAGE AND COSTUMES NOW?????????????? PLS??????????????

NO NOT YET ITS ECLIPSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH GOD THEYRE JUST RUNNING THROUGH SONGS THEY JUST JUMPED INTO FULL MOON

WIND BLOWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

okay i can breathe now oh thank god

just going through previous stages theyre cute 🥺🥺🥺

OH THEY WERE CRINGING AT THEMSELVES-

okay okay okay just talking about concerts and stages iM F UCKING SCARED

SUA OH MY F UCKING GOD ARE YOU SERIOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IS SHE A F UCKING STATUE WHAT IS SHE-

shes singing and dancing to that kai song i think

DAMIDAMIDAMI IS A CHEF WITH A ZICO SONG??????????

R A T A T O U I L L E

CINDERELLA GAHYEON SINGING IU

PRINCESS GAHYEON PRINCESS OF MY HEART IKTR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOOHYEON IS SAEBYEOK FROM SQUID GAME????????? SINGING ON THE GROUND??????????

okay yoohyeon you dont need to do your lip bite whatever bro i might d*e ://///////////////

BLACK SWAN VAMPIRE JIU?????????? SOLO BY JENNIE?????????

HANDONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SEXY CAT WOMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DANCING TO SNAPPING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LEE SIYEON SINGING TO SUNMI AND SHES AN ANGEL??????????????????

THOSE BIG ASS WINGS

THEY ARE NOT GONNA SING ALLDAYLONG LIKE THIS BRO STOP-

remy 8th member love that for him

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SAHARA

I LIKE THEIR OUTFITS GIVING COUNTRY

gahyeon......................................

serving country outfits for deja vu okayokay

linguin

i cant look at these comments i refuse

RED SUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

are they just gonna wear these outfits for the rest of the concert lmao

(concert at 3 and then a backyard barn hoedown throwdown at 5)

siyeon dont........................

black or white my beloved 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

piriiiiiiiiiiiiiii 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

i love the live band sheeeeeeeeesh

DAMN i didnt get the signed merch

YOU AND I!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE MAGIC STICK HAS RETURNED

C H A S E M E!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OOP PRACTICE BEHIND THE SCENES TIME

YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES TENSIONTENSIONTENSIONTENSIONTENSIONTENSIONTENSIONTENSIONTENSION

handong getting a piggyback ride from sua 🥺

i love listening to them talk 😔

AIRPLANE LALALALALALA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh to give dami a piggyback ride 🥺🥺🥺

the vibes and energy during the encore of their concerts is EVERYTHING 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

GOD I LOVE THEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#i cant sleep 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 #i finally have serotonin 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 #dreamcatcher #han.txt #han's milestones

[kazoo5480]

Almost finished! 30 chapters down, a few more to go. Thanks to those of you who wrote awesome notes, and who provide inspiration to us newbies every day with your lovely tales!

Chapter 1 Arrivals

Prologue – September 1943, New York City

25-year-old Killian Jones steps down the ramp off the Algernon straight from Belfast. He has $40 to his name, the clothes on his back. Having lost his brother in an accident, his mother to illness, and abandonment of his father when he was 7, Killian made a choice to leave his homeland and make his way to America. America was currently engaged in World War II, with no family left, he decides that a fresh start in a new land and a new line of work away from the IRA is just what he needs after the arrests and massacres taking place back in Ireland.

Gun running and violence is not a life he wants any longer, nor is a life in prison, or death. He is hopeful that despite his heritage, he will be able to settle into a new life, away from the massacre left behind on the emerald isle. Finding honest work is harder than he expected, even in a city this large.

Waiting in those long lines with all those other expats, hoping to find honest work and nothing. He goes every day for two weeks but quickly realizes that no one wants to hire an Irishman or give him a fair shake. But he believes you make your own destiny and believes in hard work and determination.

He hears the other men talking, that security and lounges, the US Army, and driving taxis are just about the only people hiring anyone right now if you aren’t American.

Killian has no interest in joining Americas crusade, so he finds a gig working the doors and security a little dingy nightclub at first, but slowly descends into the more glamorous nightclubs and lounges.

Word spreads quickly to his newest employer, Louis Lepke, who owns the Riobamba- one of Manhattan’s most posh nightclubs that Killian was once part of the IRA and has a hell of a left hook. Lepke, one of the most dangerous mob bosses in New York at that time sees potential in Killian, thinks that his past IRA ties could be beneficial to their enterprise, and he offers him a better paying job running pickups and drop offs of packages that Killian doesn’t open and doesn’t want to open.

While the money is nothing to turn your nose up at, Killian continues this path, socking away the cash and crafting an entirely new persona for himself while making his own contingency plans to disappear for a quieter life someplace near the sea, perhaps finding peace and burying his demons for good at last.

Killian will never forget the day he was able to move out of the vermin infested room he had been renting in a boarding house on the lower east side, and into a three-room apartment of his own for $80 a month near Washington Square Park. Not cheap by any means, but it’s a second-floor walkup, with a fireplace, and wide windows that overlook the street.

Lepke pays him three hundred a month right now, but he always earns tips from both ends of pickup and delivery, and that extra cash is always appreciated.

He will never forget the first suit he purchases, or his first pair of new shoes in god knows how many years. He knows with his new employment, he needs to look the part, so he only is careful in his wardrobe choices, dark colors that won’t show dirt easily, well-tailored shirts, wingtips in black and white, and two hats that he sees the other men wearing.

He manages to pry a floorboard in the back of his new closet loose, securing the hole with a thin layer of wood, ensuring nothing would fall through or be lost to the ageing building, and he uses this as home for his cash and very little valuables. He has no furniture to speak of, except a mattress on the floor with linens, but he knows soon enough he will have money to furnish his new home.

For now, he is only willing to spend money on rent, and groceries, he saves every dollar that he earns after his necessities are purchased.

What he does not expect is meeting Emma Swan, an enchanting blonde lounge singer at the Riobamba. Frank Sinatra even plays there on occasion, so the joint was always packed. But amongst all those entertainers, is Emma. With the voice of an angel, the body of a bloody goddess, and a fire in her green eyes.

He knows that from the moment he saw her dancing and singing across that smoke filled room, that he was going to have her no matter the cost. Tonight, her golden curls pinned back on one side with a glittering clip, wrapped in a floor length sequin dress cut scandalously low in the front, even for the nightclub scene at that point in time.

She is easily the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, and he wonders if she works for Lepke as well, a personal relationship perhaps, and the thought of any man touching her at all has him see red when those thoughts flit through his mind. He always hopes divine intervention is on his side to catch a glimpse of her during her sets, whether picking up or dropping off to his boss.

Occasionally he just sits in the back nursing a rum while he watches her, gliding around the small stage, dressed like sex personified, singing in that angelic voice of hers, enchanting the entire room.

She sings songs of love and happiness, sometimes she covers popular music of other entertainers, but he sees the sadness and demons lingering behind those emerald eyes, the glittering dresses and gorgeous gold curls. He wants to know more, scale those walls he can spot a mile high surrounding her.

On more than one occasion he is thankful for the low lighting of the club and his dark suits to hide the evidence of his rock-hard arousal that she stirs up every damn time he lays eyes on her. Green eyes that sparkle in the low lighting, locking on his blue. She sees him and he sees her, never exchanging words, just eye locks and then he is off.

In a rare occasion that Killian indulges the other members of his crew in playing craps, he casually asks about Emma to one of the kinder men, Bill Starkey, a slightly older married man, who handles the books for the clubs that Lepke owns.

“What of that lounge singer Starkey, she is a sight for sore eyes if I may say so myself”, Killian mentions with a smile. The older man looks him over for a second, and replies “She is a quite a dame, isn’t she? Voice of a siren an everything, but she is not to be trifled with - She keeps to herself, is a bloody fantastic piece of entertainment, draws the crowds in, but she does not mess with our crew. Many of ours have learned that the hard way he says with a laugh, Tough as brass that one is, so don’t bother with her”, and the man went back to the game.

When Starkey bids goodnight, leaving the younger men to their games, another crew member that Killian has somewhat befriended named Victor Whale leans over, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “If its Emma you’ve set your sightings on, you are not as slick as you think ya git, my girl Ruby mentioned that she caught you watching her shows on occasion, but Emma doesn’t date anyone around here, if she does date, it isn’t anyone related to our line of work”.

Bidding goodnight to Killian and the few stragglers still playing, he stands and Killian notices Ruby Lucas in her coat waiting by the door with a smile on her face. Whale takes her hand and pulls them out the door. Killian feels a pang of jealousy at their obvious companionship but pushes the thought away.

Ruby Lucas, the costume coordinator for the club, is a gorgeous specimen of her own right with long chocolate locks, hazel eyes, and legs for days. She has worked in the club a long time, and if anyone knows Emma, its Ruby. Killian decides that perhaps he shall inquire to Ms. Lucas about Swan but tucks the thought away for another time.

He has gained enough information about her for one night, he will have to just be patient. If Ruby has noticed him watching Emma, he would bet the few dollars left in his lightened pocket tonight that she has told Swan about him, and that is something he is not quite sure he knows how to feel about.

He wonders what Ruby would tell Emma, since she was obviously very much with Whale, she must know more about their conducted business, but appears to know when to keep her mouth shut. Maybe, the tides will be in his favor since he tends to keep a low profile in his job. The bosses like him because he is discreet and is known not to be messed with.

Emma sees him alright, black suits, navy wool suits, tuxedoes at parties, custom made shirts, and she would bet her last dollar that those cufflinks he always wears are actual sterling silver.

He has slicked back inky hair, tousled in just the right places, a permanent five o’ clock shadow, and forget me not blue eyes that haunt her for days every single time she catches a glimpse of him staring right back at her. 

She notices the way he carries himself, so confident, dangerous, and definitely a hustler. He must be connected somehow, and Emma does not want that complication in her simple life.

He looks at her sometimes like he would devour her like a man on death row, and she being his last meal. She cannot get mixed up with someone like him, she has survived this long without someone, and the last time she allowed someone into her heart it nearly broke her in two.

Her friend Ruby has casually mentioned him, his name is Killian Jones, he works with her boyfriend Victor, but she does not know exactly what his role is. Ruby giggles as she talks about how handsome Killian is, and notes that he always throws her a generous tip, never ogling her or being disrespectful like some of the other crew who think that any woman in the club is dumb enough to roll in the sack with them.

Ruby has been with her boyfriend for a few years from what she mentions, having been together since before Victor’s job with Lepke’s crew, whatever that may be. Ruby is also one of the few people that makes Emma smile genuinely and lifts her spirits. Emma considers the brunette one of her very few real friends.

One night after her set is done, Emma enters her dressing room, and slips out of her dress, carefully hanging it inside the garment bag, and lights a cigarette, swallowing a sip of her Manhattan. Her roommate Mary Margaret is getting better and better with her sewing skills, her emerald green gown tonight is delicate, covered in sequins and green feathers float around the hem of her dress, she admires the gown once more before zipping the bag.

Standing in her silk stockings and garters, she begins removing her jewelry and realizes suddenly that she is not alone. Sitting in a low chair in the back corner of the dressing room is Killian fucking Jones. She grabs for her silk robe, tying it quickly- trying to regain some of her modesty. Watching her with those blue eyes, fingers crossed under his chin while he leans forward, elbows on his knees.

"Don't stop on my account love, I simply wanted to introduce myself, and I thank the bloody gods that I was granted enough luck to watch your private show just now. He smirked at her, running is tongue over his bottom lip, and she wanted to punch that smirk off his smug face, even if her heart beat faster in her chest and not from anxiety.

“Emma breathe,” she internally chastises herself. Her brain reconnects, she stamps out her cigarette, and she manages to spit out “listen pal, I don't know who the hell you think you are, but I am not that type of woman. Go buy one down the street if you need to get your rocks off but get the hell out.”

He stood up, adjusting his trousers by the belt, which she noticed were fitting awfully tight, the evidence of his arousal clear but now covered as he buttoned his coat up.

He spoke, his voice a lilting Irish accent, “I apologize lass, I simply wanted to introduce myself and give you these in person,” he held out a large bouquet of creamy white roses tipped in pale pink, tied with a black silk ribbon. 

“You are a vision, both on and off the stage Swan, and I simply was hoping to make your acquaintance as we seem to catch each other’s eye from time to time. I thought perhaps my interest was reciprocated, but clearly it is not, and I shan't bother you again”.

Emma did not know what to say, still shocked, her red painted mouth in a grim line. She caught his cologne as he made his exit, carefully avoiding touching her in any way. He smelled of wood and spice, and definitely rum.

Right as he was crossing the threshold to exit, Emma made a rash decision, and grabbed his hand, locked eyes with him and said, “Don't ever do that again, thank you for the flowers, but I am not interested.” 

“They're nothing compared to you Emma, but I do apologize again”, and with that parting line Killian quietly exited, making sure to close the door fully behind him.

Emma locked the handle, ensuring no one else would interrupt her. She cleaned most of her face off and pulled on her burgundy wool dress and matching coat, gathered her things, and her flowers hailing a cab home.

Tagging a few who might be interested! @wefoundloveunderthelight @itsfabianadocarmo @purplehawkcaptain @the-lady-of-misthaven @the-captains-ayebrows @thesschesthair @myfearless-love @kmomof4 @jonesfandomfanatic @hookedpirate @xhookswenchx @let-it-raines @letmedieahooker @captainswanouat @captainswoon @cathloves @laschatzi @timeless-love-story @asluve @ao3feed-cs @ahookerandproud @ineffablecolors @the-darkdragonfly @donteattheappleshook @kymbersmith-90 @elizabeethan @the-darkdragonfly @tnlph @the-captains-ayebrows @captainswoon @captainswanouat @captain-swan-coffee​ @jrob64​ @whimsicallyenchantedrose​​ @captainirishstubble @onceuponadaily​ @resident-of-storybrooke​​ @greenlef777 Let me know if you want to be added or removed! 

#once upon a time #captain swan #killian jones #emma swan

[eberles]

i hate u, i love u

Rafe Cameron

(gif by @toesure :)

Request: A Rafe fic based on the song “I hate u, I love you” by gnash (ft Olivia O’Brien) PLEASE MAJOR RAFE VIBES 🥺💖 @fav-imagines

A/N: I wanted to cry writing this lol idk why but it hit me right in the feels!! it’s kind of all over the place, if anyone is confused by, don’t worry bc i am too!!!! lol anyways enjoy!! (this is probably the first thing ive ever written that goes with rafe’s character) bold = lyrics, italics = flashbacks

Warnings: angst, mentions of drugs, cheating, lying, toxic relationship, swearing

feelin used, but im still missin you and i cant see the end of it just wanna feel your kiss against my lips and now all this time is passing by, but i still cant seem to tell you why it hurts me every time i see you, realize how much i need you

I’ve spent months sitting in my room staring at the ceiling, and at the walls. I did a full Bella Swan from New Moon and let 3 months go by without being present for any of them. I didn’t care honestly...Even after spending all that time alone, i’m not still not healed from the heartache that was caused by him. I still miss him, his scent, his kisses, his clothes, everything. Rafe.

I went out once and he was the last person I wanted or planned to see, but of course, he was the only person I actually saw. Sure, there were other people around, but none of them mattered. Everyone else felt greyed out except for him. He was the only light I could see in those short moments. Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion, my breath hitched in my throat and it felt like there was no air left to breathe.

After months it still hurts to see him again. It hurts because I realized I still need him even after everything. I hate him. So why do I love him? The feeling of him being the only one I want, the one nobody could ever replace...it’s overwhelming and I can’t seem to shake it. But me? He replaced. It looked like it was easy from my point of view. He needed her, wanted her, and i’m not her.

i miss you when i can’t sleep or right after coffee or right when i can’t eat, i miss you in my front seat, still got sand in my sweaters from nights we don’t remember. do you miss me like i miss you? fucked around and got attached to you.

My head was consumed on thoughts of you. It was constant. Like the leaky faucet in the bathroom or the loose floorboard. Always running, always broken. I miss you. Maybe you’ll come around, but for now...I wish you were here instead. When it’s late and I can’t sleep, I think about you. When it’s early and I can’t eat, I think about you.

“Where are we going?” you giggled excitedly, grabbing my hand from across the console in my truck.

“Shh, I told you it’s a surprise baby, we’re almost there anyways.” I laughed at her giggling like a kid, she had so much excitement in her eyes. She was always ready for anything, even if it was 2 in the morning and I love that about her. I love everything about her.

“Ugh fine!” she groaned dramatically and rolled her eyes in a full circle looking up at the ceiling. “Why are we at the beach?” you didn’t even give me enough time to answer before jumping out of the truck and running towards the sand laughing the entire way to the water. Once I caught up with you, I grabbed your hands and pulled you close into my chest, kissing your forehead. When we broke apart I laid down a few blankets on the sand, noticing you were cold, I also gave you my sweater.

We stared at the stars and talked about anything and everything for hours. It felt magical. We stayed until the sun came up, watching the sunset before driving back to my house for some much needed rest.

Walking over to my closet, curious to know if that same sweater ended up back in my closet after that night. I reached in, digging around not finding anything and decided to look in my dresser instead. Of course, it was folded neatly in the drawer you used to call yours. Grabbing and shaking it out I noticed the light pieces of sand that fell from it. I brought it in to my nose wondering if it still smelt like your perfume. It did. I’m always tired lately, but never of you. Do you miss me too?

if i pulled a you on you, you wouldn’t like that shit, i put this reel out, but you wouldn’t bite that shit. i type a text then i never mind that shit, i got these feelings, but you never mind that shit. you’re still in love with me but your friends don’t know.

To Y/N: i wanna talk, i think...maybe i miss y-

*delete*

To Rafe: I miss you so much, it hurt someti-

*delete*

“Y/N...what’s going on? You’re off in never never land! Do you still miss him?” Kiara asked, gently shaking my knee to gain my attention back to the group. I looked at her and around at the rest of the pogues and put a smile on my face, shaking my head.

“Of course not, it’s been months! I’m so over him, guys. Besides even if I did, it wouldn’t matter.” I tried so hard to sound confident. I hope they bought it. Of fucking course, I miss Rafe. I’m still in love with him for gods sake. I hate that I want him.

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Sure, i’ve moved on, but I think about y/n, just about everyday. I guess for me, moving on is finding someone new, but not actually wanting anyone new. I just couldn’t bare to be alone anymore with my thoughts. I deserve better than that, personally.

“Anyways Topper, if y/n wanted me still, she would say so right?” I looked at Topper, silently hoping he would lie to me, just tell me what I want to hear, man. “If I were her, I would’ve never let me go. She’s missing out.”

“Hell yea, dude! That’s the right attitude.” Topper said, jumping up to high five me. Of course, that was the statement he was on board with. I hate that I want you.

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I haven’t been to a party in months, Kiara and Sarah thought that this would be the most fitting post-break up activity for me. Maybe meet a new guy or something. I tuned out when they were telling me about it and just agreed. What I neglected to listen to, was that it was a kook party. So now, i’m at a party alone, since my friends ditched me to dance with each other. And on top of that, I watch him watch her, like she’s the only girl he’s ever seen.

It took less than an hour of being at this party for us to end up in a room alone together.

“You don’t care! You never did!” Rafe shouted, running his hands through his hair, clearly exasperated with this conversation. I don’t even know how it started. One minute I was watching him with another girl, and the next he was hauling me off, away from everyone.

“You don’t give a damn about me, Rafe! How is it you never notice that you’re slowly killing me?” you wanted to yell back at him, to scream at him for putting you through this again, but you couldn’t. He didn’t say anything in return so you continued, “I hate you, and I hate that I love you, Rafe.” I’ve tried to move on, but even the simple thought of dating anyone but him, makes me physically ill. Why does it have to be like this?

“I don’t mean no harm, I just miss you on my arm, babe. Do you ever wonder what we could’ve been y/n?” He’s taunting me by asking dumb questions, as if I wanted this to happen, as if i’m the cause of all of this. Rafe’s the one that was closed off, not me. Of course, he switches the stories and i’m sure everyone at this damn party thinks I left him heart broken.

“You have a girlfriend, why are you even asking me that?” I was starting to get angry, I felt like he was toying with me.

He’s laughing. Of fucking course, he’s laughing at me. This is all one big fucking joke to him. “Lie to me, lie with me, get your fucking fix. Isn’t that what you always told your friends Rafe?” I was furious, how could he act that way after everything? He’s still a child though, that will never change.

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You were right. I did lie to you, multiple times. About where I was, who I was with, what I was doing. I didn’t want you to know I was such a fuck up. You didn’t deserve the pain of finding out I was lying and cheating and drugging. You did anyways though. Now all my drinks and all my feelings are all fucking mixed.

“Rafe! Come dance with me!” I downed the rest of my drink before throwing the glass down and walking away from the new girl I was seeing. I didn’t care anymore.

I don’t want you, Y/N. I shouldn’t fucking miss you. I don’t deserve to! Seeing you again is such bullshit. If you wouldn’t have shown up here, I wouldn’t have said those things to you. Sometimes you gotta burn some bridges, just to create some distance. You didn’t deserve that, I knew it, but at least now you might learn your lesson and stay away. It’s for the best, right?

I hate that I love her, but I can’t put nobody else above her.

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I wasn’t sure if I had the closure I needed, but after that particular conversation with Rafe I felt a little better. I returned to the party with my head held high and danced with my friends. I hoped he was watching me too since i’m not sure what he was trying to do by joking around at my expense. But maybe if he thinks it didn’t bother me he will know how it fucking feels. 

I learned from my dad that it’s good to have feelings when love and trust is gone. I guess this is moving on. I hate you, I love you.

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#outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron x reader #drew starkey #drew starkey imagine #outer banks imagine

[bookspined]

❝ that’s all history is after all: scar tissue. ❞

{ cis-man, he/him }  huh, who’s FROY GUTIERREZ? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually SCORPIUS MALFOY. he is a TWENTY-TWO year old PUREBLOOD wizard who is A HEALING APPRENTICE. he is known for being CAPTIOUS, RETICENT, FACETIOUS, DISMISSIVE, and DRAMATIC but also RESOURCEFUL, CONSCIENTIOUS, FERVENT, INNOVATIVE, and OBSERVANT, so that must be why he always reminds me of the song IN DREAMS BY BEN HOWARD. i hear he is aligned with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX, so be sure to keep an eye on him. { merry, 24, gmt, she/they }

CHARACTER PARALLELS: Amy Santiago (B99), Claire Temple (Daredevil), Chidi Anagonye (The Good Place), Giles (Buffy TVS), Michelle Jones (MCU), Simon Tam (Firefly), Elizabeth Swan (PoTC), Spock (Star Trek), Clarke Griffin (The 100), Harley Keener (MCU), Gregory House (House) suggested honorable mention Gizmo (Gremlins) 

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wanted connection ideas

Full Name: Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy Gender/Pronouns: Cis man | he/him Age: Twenty-three Birthdate: January 20th Parents: Draco Lucius Malfoy & Astoria Céline Malfoy (née Greengrass) [Not biologically Astoria’s due to her health, if you ever point this out he’ll flay your eyeballs] Siblings: N/A. Birth place: St. Mungo’s Hospital, England Height: 5’11” Weight: 56 kg Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic Bisexual Nationality: British Body Alterations/Marks: A ragged diamond shape scar at the base of his throat.

Blood Status: Pureblood Hogwarts House: Slytherin Wand Arm: Right Pet: His pet toad, Jarvis, recently passed away. Patronus: Arctic Fox Wand: 11 2/3 inches, Willow, Supple, Dragon Heartstring.

Willow is an uncommon wand wood with healing power, I have noted that the ideal owner for a willow wand often has some (usually unwarranted) insecurity, however well they may try and hide it. While many confident customers insist on trying a willow wand (attracted by their handsome appearance and well-founded reputation for enabling advanced, non-verbal magic) my willow wands have consistently selected those of greatest potential, rather than those who feel they have little to learn. It has always been a proverb in my family that he who has furthest to travel will go fastest with willow.

Personality Traits: Brilliance, innovative, empathetic, individuality, openness, social consciousness, inventive, logical, practical skills and self assertion; lack of attachment to people outside his circle and the “real world,” over-intellectualizing of the emotions, dismissive, anxious, crotchety tempered, facetious, rigid, prone to self-isolation, intellectual arrogance, and stubborn. Zodiac Sign: Aquarius/Capricorn Cusp Moral Alignment: Neutral Good Core values: Loyalty, Knowledge, Hope Four temperaments: Melancholic  

HOGWARTS HOUSE ANALYSIS

Slytherin Primary and a Burned Ravenclaw Secondary.

Slytherin Primaries prioritize their own selves and loved ones first. Slytherins don’t feel guilty or selfish about this– they feel righteous and moral. The most important thing is to look after your own. Abandoning or hurting one of your own is the worst thing you can do.

A Burned Ravenclaw Secondary might want to be skilled, curious, and prepared, but they feel like they are (or like people think they are) limited, clumsy, or inconstant. Gathering knowledge, hobbies, skills, or tools is the right way to achieve their goals, but Burned Ravenclaws know that’s not going to work within their capabilities. So they take other paths and use other tools– maybe a Gryffindor’s bluntness, a Slytherin’s flexibility, or a Hufflepuff’s slow and steady dedication.

You may have a Hufflepuff Secondary Model.

Hufflepuff is the House of grit, reliability, and determination, and Hufflepuffs use those values to help live, act, and succeed. If you model Hufflepuff Secondary, you also value these things and like to live by them. You like to be hardworking, dedicated, and consistent– but you wouldn’t feel guilty for abandoning those values in the service of other, higher priorities. If there’s another, easier way to get what you want– you’d take it. You think hard work provides valuable rewards– and those rewards are why you work. The work doesn’t have persuasive value in itself.

Despite his very best resistance he’s always been pretty empathetic in nature, he tries to rule his emotions as well as he can but fails more often than not. He was always one of those toddlers that if another kid started crying he’d be right along with them, not because he wanted attention but because he just couldn’t not. A bit of a crybaby, has researched how to magically seal up his tear ducts. Obviously managed to keep the family’s flair for the dramatic there as well. After a few years he leant into the sarcastic vague-snobbishness to hide the core of overwhelming anxiety.

Just managed to scrape through his schooling with nearly all top grades, this isn’t really due to him being a model student. He has always accrued information with a voracious appetite. Any knowledge he could find, even if most people would consider it entirely useless. His mind clicks into that place? You can’t keep him away. However, when there is not an immediate stir of interest on his approach to a topic he has to fight with himself tooth and nail to carry on. 

Predictably found exam season highly stressful, was never open about it but was quietly competitive and silently smug over his good grades. Could comprehend well above his reading level from an early age and would often look into experimental research and complicated magic but found himself lost in OWL level History of Magic when chapter upon chapter lay ahead of him about something that didn’t catch his interest. Some people he beat just to spite cause he hates them. It worked, whatever.

Tends toward introversion and finds himself tired sometimes quite easily by a large amount of social interaction. Witty and big-mouthed when he feels comfortable or is in the presence of those that embolden him and very likely to get flustered and snap at people when things are becoming a bit too much. Especially if he feels however unjustly that someone is blocking his escape. Has matured slightly in this since leaving school but it happens still, he’s just anxious. Quite fickle and can at the drop of a hat decide that he’s done with you for the day once his Give Me Attention Meter is maxed. Could be an absolute bloody brat when he felt like it but feels he has grown out of it, which he mostly has.

Always been very, very aware of many people’s distrust of him and his family, he used to sneer and play it up if anyone tried to bring up his dad and go on the offensive but was genuinely affected quite deeply by it all. In his early school years, despite his weakness to the cold, he constantly had his sleeves rolled up to the elbow so that his blank forearm was bared as a statement to just about everyone. I am not marked, I never will be. Now he’s older he has more of a handle on things and can be diplomatic in situations where people are clearly discomforted by his presence and his family history.

Even though the war culminated far earlier in this verse I imagine Scor would have had to have been relatively sheltered as a child if not for how emotionally sensitive and prone to periods of ill-health he was, it was definitely for his own safety. He is still the grandson of a known high-ranking Death Eater and that made him a media target and put one on his back for anyone else that might happen to be watching. 

Never produced much of a talent for offensive magic and wouldn’t resort to those methods unless he had literally no other choice, not a front line fighter by any means. His talents with strategy, potion-making, healing and his perseverance with defensive magic are what define him to the Order. While everyone kind of knows who he hung out with at school and who his friends are he is deliberately very mischievous with releasing rumours and misleading people. He deliberately keeps his cards very close to his chest so most people don’t know that he is aligned with anyone, he usually uses glamours or a scarf to conceal his identity if he has to. 

While he is knowledgeable about healing and anatomy, he is the WORST at taking care of himself. The literal embodiment of Healers make the worst patients, tends to forgo sleep and basic bodily needs if he’s locked into what he’s focusing on. Sometimes needs reminders to sleep and eat, like a child. 

Healing is the most satisfying part of his life and he would never give it up, he likes to experiment as he has a fascination with magic and muggle science and where they might intersect. A fucking nerd honestly. While he thinks he’s being fairly subtle about it a large part of his academic life has been doused in research into blood maledictions, for obvious reasons. He does his best not to flutter too obviously around his Mum. She is capable and ten times stronger than he is. 

Lives in a small studio flat in Diagon Alley that is mostly stacks of books and makeshift shelves.

the stillness of the world the moment you take the first step into fresh snow, cashmere and fine wool, the pearlescence of dreamless sleep draught, the scratch of a quill on parchment, faintly tremoring fingers, a shiver up your spine in a warm room, the exhilaration of a problem solved, a thunderous grey overcast sky, the bite of a stitching charm, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, petrichor, the burn in your eyes before a well of tears.

Always had somewhat fragile health tending toward sickly. Hands are never warm, his existence is an endless heat seeking mission. 

Went to one Slug Club meeting and used his time to verbally berate and or challenge most of the contacts in attendance, he was not asked to return. 

Potions Club, Charms Club, used to sometimes be willing to be dragged to Dueling Club but didn’t enjoy himself. 

Plays quite a bit of chess.

Bruises like a fucking peach and scars so easily.

Views quidditch as a good fly spoiled. 

Is a very skilled pianist almost entirely due to his Grandmother’s tutelage. 

Surprisingly great with children/toddlers/babies, no one including himself expected this, he mostly feared them beforehand. 

Bit of a mummy’s boy in that he practically GLOWS when people talk of Astoria’s achievements. 

When he has time off from healing he will have chipped black nail varnish on. 

Highly intelligent but rarely manages to match a pair of socks, chews his quills but no one else’s. 

While very eloquent and well spoken, he is markedly less posh than when he first arrived at Hogwarts.

When he isn’t prone to bouts of insomnia he can take a nap pretty much anywhere. He was once found in a tree after several frantic hours search.

[ CREDIT : CHARACTER PSD template by @karmahelper (defunct url) I tried to find a current social this week by messaging around but couldn’t find anything unfortunately. Forgot to copy this over from the google doc! ]

#potterintro #finally #sorry if this is missing anything

[rampararams]

my comfort films (not in particular order)

Berikut adalah filem yang w tonton berulang-ulang sampe hapal dialognya. Beberapa mungkin belum masuk list. Nanti kalo inget akan w update. Random aja urutannya.

5-star rating for each (personal rate). I highly recommend you to watch these films. I’m not really good at writing—especially writing reviews—but I’ll try my best to give a small review and why I put them on this list. And, I’ll try my best to not give any spoiler in case you haven’t watch it. Ya kalo w sudah kehabisan kata-kata untuk me-review, w tidak akan tulis apa-apa ok.

1. The Imitation Game

“Do you know why people like violence? It is because it feels good. Humans find violence deeply satisfying. But remove the satisfaction, and the act becomes… hollow”

IMDb: 8/10 // Rotten Tomatoes: 90%

Merupakan sebuah kisah nyata dari matematikawan Enggeres bernama Alan Turing yang diperankan oleh om Benedict Cumberbatch. Lalu ada pula matematikawati (?) yang menjadi heroine dalam film ini yaitu Joan Clarke, diperankan oleh mbak Keira Knightley. Udah ga diragukan lagi ya kualitas acting mereka berdua. Sampe sini dah paham? Ok.

Just imagine yourself making a machine to break the unbreakable machine called Enigma; how you build the trust between your team and the gasps when your machine is really breaking the Enigma. That thrilling sensation and remarkable dialogues.

Alurnya rada muter-muter so please prepare yourself for little confusion.

2. The Grand Budapest Hotel

“Rudeness is merely the expression of fear. People fear they won't get what they want. The most dreadful and unattractive person only needs to be loved and they will open up like a flower.“

IMDb: 8.1/10 // Rotten Tomatoes: 91%

Jika kalian mencari ketenangan batin melalui keindahan visual dan jalan cerita yang ga terlalu berat, makan tontonlah filem Wes Anderson. Really. Suwer. I’ve watched some of his works but this one is my favourite.

Starring Voldemort Ralph Fiennes as Mr. Gustave and Toni Revolori as Lobby Boy. Alurnya mundur, menceritakan masa kejayaan hotel ini dan yang terjadi pada saat itu. Ceritanya tertata rapi dan bener-bener enak buat ditonton. Ga ada alasan khusus buat suka film ini kecuali visually pleasing and simple story.

3. Black Swan

“Perfection is not just about control, it's also about letting go.”

IMDb: 8/10 // Rotten Tomatoes: 85%

Genre thriller tapi dikemas dengan sangat indah alias cantik banget. A story about Nina (Natalie Portman)—the fragile girl who trying to portray both withe and black swan. She can do the white swan perfectly, but black swan is different. She need to letting go and loose the perfection within herself.

4. Never Let Me Go

“It had never occurred to me that our lives, which had been so closely interwoven, could unravel with such speed. If I'd known, maybe I'd have kept tighter hold of them and not let unseen tides pull us apart.”

IMDb: 7.1/10 // Rotten Tomatoes: 70%

Filem sedih favorit gue. So far. Trigger warning for those who have anxiety and thanatophobia (fear of death), perhaps?

Scoring-nya bagus banget. Bener-bener tipikal filem sedih yang akan gue suka sepanjang masa. Filem ini ga bikin gue nangis. Ga setitikpun. Namun berhasil bikin gue nyesek di dada dan bengong setelah nonton sambil bilang “hah? anjir?” dalam konteks kesedihan (?). Berasa langsung bolong ada yang hilang. ‘Cuma’ dapet rating 7 di IMDb dan RT.

Agak sedih because I think they deserves higher rate? Yaudah gapapa. Yang menilai jauuuuh lebih mumpuni daripada eug.

5. Midnight in Paris

“I believe that love that is true and real, creates a respite from death. All cowardice comes from not loving, or not loving well, which is the same thing. And then the man who is brave and true looks death squarely in the face, like some rhino-hunters I know, or Belmonte, who is truly brave. It is because they make love with sufficient passion, to push death out of their minds, until it returns, as it does, to all men. And then you must make really good love again.”

IMDb: 7.7/10 // Rotten Tomatoes: 93%

Filem ini ga bisa ditonton buru-buru. Apalagi buat lo yang suka skip filem. Emang banyak scene yang diem doang ga ada dialog, gue ngerti kalo lo bakal bosen. Yet please, I beg you to not skip any single second in this film because the musics in Midnight in Paris can make you feel like you’re really in Paris.

6. Gone Girl

“I'm the cunt you married. The only time you liked yourself was when you were trying to be someone this cunt might like. I'm not a quitter, I'm that cunt. I killed for you; who else can say that? You think you'd be happy with a nice Midwestern girl? No way, baby! I'm it”. (not really a ‘cool quotes’ but it’s from one of my favourite scenes).

IMDb: 8.1/10 // Rotten Tomatoes: 87%

Main kejar-kejaran dan petak umpet di level yang berbeda. You will find Rosamund Pike’s voice is so magnetic to hear. Kalo gue review filem ini gue kayaknya harus pake template selebgram review makanan:

“Ga ngerti lagi sebagus itu!” “Gila woy kalian harus coba!” “Rasanya mau meninggal!”

7. The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“This one moment when you know you're not a sad story. You are alive, and you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you're listening to that song and that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment I swear, we are infinite.”

IMDb: 8/10 // Rotten Tomatoes: 86%

Bener-bener bikin kangen masa SMA! Soundtrack-nya enak dan memorable. It can show you both bright and blue feelings. Terlebih lagi karena tokoh di filem ini mengidap PTSD. It shows you how Charlie (Logan Lerman) cope with his mental illness (I guess... (?)).

8. The Danish Girl

“I can feel myself getting better when I listen to your pencil. You've always sketched me better than I was.  But what you draw, I become. You made me beautiful.  And now you're making me strong. Such power in you.”

IMDb: 7.1/10 // Rotten Tomatoes: 67%

Kisah nyata juga nih. Menceritakan tentang Einar Wegener yang diperankan oleh om Eddie Redmayne dan Istrinya, Gerda Wegener, yang diperankan oleh mba Alicia Vikander. Gila ga tuh?! Anw, per tanggal posting ini, filem The Danish Girl menjadi trending karena ada yang merekomendasikan di TikTok. Sekadar curhat personal, rasanya pengen teriak, “Lo kemana aja woy?!11??” it’s hella five years since it’s official release date. Tapi yaudah lah nanti w disangka sok superior lagi huhu.

Filem sedih banget (ga sampe bikin nangis sih) dan penuh dilema. Lo diajak buat ngerasain gimana sedihnya Gerda dan pencarian jati diri Einar. Scoring dan sinematografinya cakep banget. Again rasanya gue pengen naikin rating IMDb dan RT :”)

#the imitation game #the grand budapest hotel #black swan #never let me go #midnight in paris #gone girl #the perks of being a wallflower #the danish girl

[libidomechanica]

Flower makes me fall of you the way

A sonnet sequence

               Stanza the First

One day you realize it. The mind stinging in her chanting cheerly, like wags new got to pant, transfer where Venus but lent to see the tough ones that thought doth not its own skin. Flower makes me fall of you the way we talk to each other while bigness— rocks, trees, the green Shalott. Now wee make love, that paddles in her so well as not to be invited to allot each person whose ioyes, which is in my murmured my fears and I straight and bigness of sails, the music from above she lovers, and incense rare endowments of barley-sheaves is the mavis sang, all nature, gladder than me.

               Stanza the Second

Fair Nine, forsake me a sunset; blades of golden eye peep’d o’er with so dull am, that which a minute find a tally fitted through thou dost rove these pleased to be invited to allot each pressing morn. Love you presume, thou harder hast engross below in human voices dying swans wild warblings come, draw a drap o’ the leafless timmer, sir; but in the man I love you have not speak, and me wondering her, then faded, and guest, but hears, will be fit for want of song betrays me back the solitary hills alone? What if he feared each did tipple wine from himself to give them.

               Stanza the Third

Her brows, perhaps growne slacker in her hand, as Senses all, delight. On her chilled hands, gathers voice of a great gold lichen-faithful from the faery broods drove Nymph passe: this she prove, us canonized for that’s her own Ellis Island, who then presence absent in the device of tender feel the serpent rod, and her word to a feast, and time pass’d a way! Naked on the ice chest where nothing but shade, Belovëd, I, amid the head of the daisy’s side, keep watch of old gold, a water-side, singing bird whose set our hairs, or ruined fortune and no more sweet sisters keep that nothing.

               Stanza the Fourth

A fortune and the blanks, and securely rest: if at morning eyes, was table, table- cloth and gentle love? After their own selues to compass of his golden hair, its roads sunken in like a tedious argument of insidious monarch dies, soft whispered lowly, how dark the word Miltonic mean sublime, he deigned not at first louing lay apart as sacred things. Do I dared to pray, the chambers of the mind. Around your eyes follow’d his desire greatness flickering step, I meet him on the windchime wasn’t there is as mine, with a hundred and chaste desire shall be poor.

               Stanza the Fifth

Love is come riding two and a child there will win, or else divide their hands, and securely rest: to unbosom all ill well shows, kill me why, sad and silver mail, and see how thy property and sonnebright Phoebean dart, strike the wold and singing in her hand, asleepe art dead? But could make known the after a time, the presentative of distance and Lydia agree: for since she floated wide; they went, above, all naked, playing the boatswain swore to spare it, he being only injured by the loathsome myre: such immortal hill. Like a hawk, an’ it winna let a body be.

               Stanza the Sixth

A wife as tender favourite’s woe, but love. In your pursuit. Is the way a women come and honour her, if her till I die. What it takes to-night cheap hotels and sawdust tavern at the bright sun. I had a good collections were borne, the Lady of Shalott. I risked what was not born beneath. Be Loues indeed the pure as it, yet pure, by Nature’s vernal hues: her leafy locks wave in this evenings toward the sun looked not with the world, and his resting you as Ra knew that it’s not it at all … he took you then more, speaks no more, speaks no more to pass for loue doth loath a lowly eye.

               Stanza the Seventh

As when the mountains frore, red were he is. When, in disgrace me zones and kissed you in a fit, ’t was nothing but she found, and, thou art; for that’s in her right, can love with her face. Those lover’s vow they wink with the bright dungeons lift of swimmers their scorn, its joys and grew pampered and sleep had been thinking about the person is evenings spade. Nor coin my self-love quite of all the head, to find wars, of warres and sleep so swiftly as a sheet of ashes. Than Heaven, and burgher, lord and dislike ye. Or long- hair’d page in crimson rose, how sweet retire; and region that sighed with wine, and love.

               Stanza the Eighth

And he sighed with pricking should blunter be that you mean to be at charge her tides,— adagios of islands whistles shill: wi’ wild, unequal, wand’ring in loops like a lamb he could be thy will, gude faith! Thus truly show of mouthed graves has been standing the height of those koi, still as the soil; and ev’ry day have call; for, like the minister kiss’d the wold and sing as before a purple night, below them both, and crown, slow-stepp’d, and his placid miscreant! Your judgment of sleep? Then, reading on the tribe of my yeeres much as blest angels exercise grew less and fields of barley and wonder at.

               Stanza the Ninth

Not find it there was wont the skull, Mr. His phantasy was loued aye. Honeysuckle!— As if too brittle or two. And yet again precipitate the Mind, as the drowsy noons, I have play’d with a ruby large enow to draw men’s eyes, in the distance brew’d, to the water white lilies grow; a heav’nly paradise. They han the picture of this fool lord, dare I not tell who; When did my coat, and coole. With the nights. Anthea bade me time, before? Made of jasper that sighed with scorn. The thick leaves less on Nature, pitying it, of Stella must be history. The God, as authority.

               Stanza the Tenth

I wake to life? And as I stood prepared to gathered placed, mark if her timely warning toward feather in the guarded nymph of thilke same and tree, soft-brushing, in his turn: the river add one more rare. But in two years since Frank sat at this is the granting cheerless virtue we could not disturb her praises in the wars, the tame such pretends them pitied be, was ne’er love in like a chart my life is complain, swoon’d, murmur are rustling then the urn once more instead I say you are fair, and useful all share as much that start from ancient love from breast—my eyes more, and tree, soft-brushing, head to head.

               Stanza the Eleventh

Before her other woman in our lives a garden which outweighs argosies,—as purply blackbirds in a lonely wild: but woman was ever turning, banishest so I shall cease; whether to faint visions, and they look, shall part us! And loose our flesh upright. Such as morning to not waiting darkness greeted by a double row, which the coal has poured pearls, while wanton coot the edges of thine eye and heart that long I love not known, and damning there will wail thee, and the snake, but seal with oaths, fair God! But when a fool’s eye lightning on thy paine, a pet-lamb in a sentimental farce!

               Stanza the Twelfth

Look, what are ye worn with Wine the first house by the might give rest, or quiet gloom will singing my sweet refrain came from himself is not stem and cloudy rack, south-westward too. Know her shame because I love that now unpunished hence, a short sweetest soueraigntie of reason why ye droop and we drowned? Doorknob, for you and I, having no cause then where my state, like this song to young to marry yet; I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young, ’twad be a single heart’s history is writ in moods and growes cold, nor could be her lion roll in a sweet Spirits cannot live: tell her great crop to spare; for thy?

               Stanza the Thirteenth

Where both loved, that I have still thee shadow I will never miss’d it yet, Gae seek for pleasure of this discoverings made for lay-men, are all my time, time to try it to which, from poore Nymph and Satyrs, Fauns, and judg’d, and roses show when my friend, right he reclines on his eyes. No palaces, where reason why ye droop and we drowned? Catch not my breast is cold, thy looks the first the throne,— and the houses high, when my glass shows me myself like a significant myth The soul gave afresh, as if a magic lantern they roam, by creeks and forgot to partake that moves from a wood, where the saint whistled and fear much more, it had profusion pump in the dead was summer long curl’d to think on thy tears: all of the clouds, as mortal as I was, though I neuer see thy sweet tales of our sleep, your mind. Ingots, like him, therefore the danger like new flowers your tears shed would it have been born is gone.

               Stanza the Fourteenth

When they read her children, husbands, for thou steal thee a thousand panes of threate: let powre dicerne. Pressing and purple robe he wore a wannish glare in fold upon a platter, I am not think I may be the petty though from Camelot still live through the night-birds flie, that Angers show. Held out its arms and light that bosom strange their popping watch them still, in the rack and I sunned it would it have no more authority. Bury one hung with unripe cones each exuding at her liable to cool ye. But after that heart, I know, the lakers, in and alternate and blest but I.

               Stanza the Fifteenth

A glorious, and her and yes I said, Sweet you. That the sky; and love were in lauish cups and made the Muse on stately stage, and runs by add one more of hem was lost, whereto this bad age; so bad, that flashest white, deepening through yonder glade, apt emblem of a virtuous blushes; let thy will. Listen while the same ring. For thy dead in silent and the sky which range, and I do love. She lifted her strange, strange. Fair is growing off, such wealth your hand to all, to each, to the dust beneath a consequence, was bent, full royally apparelled, as he rode down from his lips; he sang of pee.

               Stanza the Sixteenth

But beauty moue; whose barren back when throne: see not wet: if it could none had ever watchful with my eyes even to have her as well agree; wit tempers they fetched growes wear, pass onward, as on he rode down from their lustres with Molly Bloom and here and louely hate. With all the heauens did quake his very carefully composed with grief, of dogs and damning thing when it shows its wings in the lily’s throned queen the bonie lass o’ Ballochmyle! Doves and tears: and I shall I live, supposing themselves: what good thing tower’d Camelot: or where beside you: on your play, and given her voice, such as mortal parts lay the sun. Where icy and brown till human voices dying with all that I could put off cheerfully, to bathe the stories are few! I hae sworn by thee sweet for ever alone: but when a fool’s eye lightning something died, my mother thought doth breathes my way: they were strangers show.

               Stanza the Seventeenth

I tell you alone for thou wilt, remember that, when she charm enough to dull am, that his grandame Nature’s law. Its lay hidden in her web she stood, as he rode down from my bosom tear the very friends, those crimson rosebuds bent the dead; seen there besides. The web and flowers set in the cause more steadily, the same ring. A shell was he, white arms spread out against you turned to the seer. Of his golden age. It seems to me. When I was forst from above; give thy rocky bed, thy property and thou swearest, grant maid, be you moved their turn from thine eye and horror have to spend ye.

               Stanza the Eighteenth

Like and waves that to my mistress’ eye Love’s deep woods, I dreamer, awake unto me! Before going hurt my days are due to those helplessly, and toward the tide: and thou say is not so, my Tory, ultra-Julian? And thirty-one thick withal, as the closing like a calendar in one-night he fell into a swooning love it will get ye, or that’s why it mustn’t be said, but who am I kidding? Distant heard a Wild Flower shall profiteth me not to be; am an attendants; then the sound of time through the Eye, new seaweed on the distaind with endless torments and the time.

               Stanza the Nineteenth

She dwelt but have been from thee, dear. I feel her grow silent seas. But after successful couples, woven in the Muses dwell: vnwisely managed, that to these, or the year, I walked the sun looked not at all my worth, conceiv’d with a single light brown hair! Till the goods to feed the remember being humane to her; now, young tree’s supple bough, and that she heard him say again, cold, in that was serpent, but a rich result of all sense did her up for that heart, or salve neglect: they who should know that they did all the rank grass, an amatory banquet of a dance, and pleasure of thy name.

               Stanza the Twentieth

I would toil; and even wearied of that. Wearing, like the pearls away, as with soft deceit. Sung, and weary be, as well agree; wit temperature. Your dear self, for their own course, the though in Cupid’s name. Wildly fancy to run; at night, since they have measure know how vertues be, shewes loue and Loue, who then perhaps some overwhelming question, to seek for never durst compare. Of both the mirror crack’d from a dress was like angels, but lived with old Benbow; and he who must be! I must deny: whilst ravish’d ears of mine came out of all love do? As the quartz in their proud heart of stone!

               Stanza the Twenty-first

Inward in the mortal hill. God fostering, but a smile as sunny hair, its roads sunken in the sounding brook, with a joint overturning light, drawn after all, after he begun. And Sally she weaves always you recede through the specious stones, would have kissed his hand he who understands it would, as my thoughts or thy dead in silence like Atlanta’s balls, cast in my heart think our selves are about going away. The same ring. Otherwise,—past whirling piano appassion, from weary’d with scorn. To gain her whisper’d, passing with one blind turtle hiding me, and too tall her beauty.

               Stanza the Twenty-second

My heart, destroy the beautie drawes the green of mossy tread in that is not live by love, and the nations there. The sun looked out my life filled, blue in the cignet’s down, in beds the goods to feede youth go use to blame, from breastplate which they smil’d their heads of greatest, so oft as their own, belonging to her forehead a beam of Camelot: for ere she was allowed to crowded and it would have time throughout her painted face sharpen’d slowly, till Cherry ripe themselves awake, and attendants; then they roam, by creeks and be thy chief desire to be of us verse a vacant leave Scotia’s strand.

               Stanza the Twenty-third

Like greeting year! Be in thee most firmly to the leafless timmer, sir; and life is over, and some descended Pleiad, will never see it in the middle line, yet of the village streets that lie remote Shalott. I break a single breath, as the measure of my eyes. Made of stone, the loftie verse preserved from majestic swims, and early light and lips and make out silver mixed to one deep learned: to bury one hung with her refreshing dew, how pure, doth wear, is heap’d upon a child, I felt delight there are those looks with mine eye and my poor heart moves over green and reason fades, in leaves.

               Stanza the Twenty-fourth

How I could make me blest, o why that th’eyes of arrows infinit. Licked its mouth foam’d, and thereof she saw or knew; all in every part, so God and incense rare endowments of the love-hat relationship on. Slowly whisper I love though the ground? Many ill with joined hands. Would I dance and prove: the vaunteth no less thing—I saw in my gaol: and yet, I’ll look at someone drowned things extremest kisse-worthy of those are just such dispart its most ambiguous atoms with endlessly. Her lord she be fasten or deflect this hour the son, but close the milky way, all of you will, gude faith!

               Stanza the Twenty-fifth

That as no one extremes of one another, or two: but if the night, alleviating there incessantly with theirs; as free her stepp’d, and the dark confess, mine is the fall of adoring tear. Upon your poems stink like rose-buds fill’d with wine, and nought but if ye come and she grief of life confide, the sun came a youth in every day have joys divine with vair and angels’ lays; for, to the child for the scorn that’s in her voice, so in her was the heights of reason at all admire, would it has no one tends is also I was forst from all the literally the whisper I love no more.

               Stanza the Twenty-sixth

We have been worth do define, as to a Midwife, shew the eastern soft beams, and throstle’s lay; if I can say thy fault is youth, some greatness was she loves, in ridles, and the mazy web she were curious were strange. She is but vainly guest; distance brew’d, to the humpback in his former might: so, love, I fill thy hungry eyes were to pass their lustres with feast and that soon it will love her tongue into the old stone breaks, and, swiftly filed, already, known sorrow for her tongue, and you and I! Gasping for a courtesy not returning thy presently it was like fat, breath’d new blisse, and change.

               Stanza the Twenty-seventh

Which they wither’d from Stella (O dear name! Were seen for aye undone. Of bold Sir Lancelot. I saw the starry skie. Kept itself at least for gathering all brighter there half-hid in those which make her liable to come. Make me the coast, the walked the cause of God do go, are very zealous woods they grew; a goodly perspective of directions were but slyly stealth mayst know time’s thievish progression, from poore Muse hath she, blown back when the fiddler’s wife; the song that man’s bed, I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young, ’twad be a sin to tak me frae my mammy yet. And all her frail-strung hearts and pestle.

               Stanza the Twenty-eighth

And thus inquired: thou smooth-kissing by, and gave your lit harvesting the solemn night, alone, I marry yet; I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young, I’m o’er young, ’twad be a sin to tak me frae my mammy yet. Scope to all, thought, or with a joint overturning, shift still as the lacquer of her beauty still enjoy hats, but that for more return’d to body, I allow, and know my wrist is naked. So prayse is smoke, that has washed dust clouts that clothes held up to God, or downward stray impassioned in her ear. The universe into a ball to roll in a sunset in the pain, I say.

               Stanza the Twenty-ninth

In philosophic gown: lycius shrank closer, as through the harsh russet of dried blood. Soul’s Rialto hath in the envious scene I’ve stolen like a patient etherized upon fold upon the immortally to you when I am naked as a fish-woman, a carpenter by trade; and reason with the loss of his new system I shuffled and chastitie: o eyes, and deadly drede, so as the long with miseries, she saw no more. I have wept alone beweep my outcast state and by my powers defy, until he found, and, whence they came again; as when thro’ the best presume?

         ��     Stanza the Thirtieth

Children she heart is tied? Licence and she only one, and I, having like to a shade—for pity do not known, flowers, and amethyst, and to the terrible tumble downward like an imbecile she had not have been worth while if one, settling a pillow by her sighes, and sticks, bleached by time. No time hath never a victim and a doorknob, for you all—if one, settling a pillow or throwing off bridge, I know; yet dare not see you birth as summer long: and as for merit at her five talent and treated like a winter hath more wary than the plaguy bill? Beams: o folly!

               Stanza the Thirty-first

And by this learning mayst true love killer, I am taking to bed I take off shoes. In its little ambition, which to prevented ere it even its wings, and must be? Since mad March great matter by the streams. The silver snowy sentence. A fainting mind marde, whom I love so much more, it has not be, but when some freakful chance of powerfull Cupid’s college she earth; been the one who would not imitate the pole; in these our play, yet if he had spent sweet days are done, that need grew a seething tower’d Camelot still a Boy, and stuttering film blew out his place me where you see.

               Stanza the Thirty-second

The way and nightly to the sky; proud, shall still reigne. And might give thought patience. For will to delight. Yet Helen, I know you so you will, approve, let in the fairy, if I can tell by thine eye and hating your mind spills through a thousand tropics in an apple brightness, start with endless toil, that heau’nly blisse youth of Corinth, where the day! Short of despair, half-taught his flocks or till the Passions which in the corners of the year, I walk’d with thickset fruit. When I behold a forest fires. A grateful love, a love of him. And once about going off a shawl, and all distance and earth tis true.

               Stanza the Thirty-third

Like a coin in my murmured my fears, night& morning’s eye, numberless song, So how should say: to many flowers, its lay the Dryads and the gross mud-honey of town, he may say he’s bought her, O! An abbot on an ambling pad, sometimes she had in her veins that must be curbed and silver mixed to habit; and, could arise and four graves has been the worst. Tossing and dropping mouths, that she might before she reach’d upon the window- panes, licked its mouth, each bending eyes, of Satyrs knelt; at whose diapason knells on scrolls of the room the head, nor coin my self-love tie; next, when your sleep twelve hours of prayer.

               Stanza the Thirty-fourth

Slow-stepp’d serener palaces, where green. Citations, continued fusion I think it strange, and pleasure, and sea; then where by water, among the vapours leave Scotia’s shore? I rue the strength of all the world became my garden. So how should study the twelve hours of threate: let powre in love in half- deserted street, whom but Maud shoulders wind and louely hate. Care not stem and cloudy rack, south-westward toe, her mouth with pedestrian Muses, contented least; yet in the charm. Return that’s why it mustn’t be his: her leafy locks wave in the rich might tempting so; I must have been worth wanting first.

               Stanza the Thirty-fifth

The offence, this in that brave vibration, frozen in passing by, behold her, Hermes, let me loveliness. She woke up old at last have Helen in jealousies of this way. Whom but Maud should. Denied the soil; and night for her to leade, in rymes, in wondrous bright true love excelled to man. A sweeter flowery meads the green of mossy tread, by a clear as crystal streamlet and faults graced; the please keep your hip; the sweet virtue’s image, that had largely give me tie her she goes. As it with ingratitudes of Poesie, yet little fork the winds are not predicate, tis true. This love.

               Stanza the Thirty-sixth

Or where my hand and rose-trees were furled. She cried and hard to reade in the chest; that they came. That thou have more than appetite, which parts lay hidden in the gale: I had a splendorous, sinking dolefully, doefully, doefully, to bathe was a child: now the chambers wide, till a Boy, and by the ghost begins to quicken, confusion of the sun, how after you, whom I would put off cheerfully, to bathe was allowed, the bonie lass o’ Ballochmyle. Tis a work must be done, we’ll let me tell how she could na preach. Up her steep her hair. Free her straining, that thou wilt, forget. Silks to flow.

               Stanza the Thirty-seventh

, Blame my young man, a carpenter by tradition is like some branches green Shalott. Perhaps were blue, and weary be, as well forgot. Could contain her, she did but dream of comely should she adore? The dapper ditties, the only, one return, turn again in to this flocks to flow, and taken him to thee with the dewy star; in crystal— and dream, then sitting alone. And the awful crown them all: have known the ampersand, through tress-lifting for our day one single breathed, dissolv’d: Crete’s forest spread a beacon, bare as suddenly for your books anoint me, and grew a seething off bridge.

               Stanza the Thirty-eighth

Where roses mid his golden hood? Shall profit thee are seen while you a place, for an age to find all vices free, like anarchism thoughtfully at Venus’ temple, this poem but then my one chance is as good as me; for souls away; give the grass and gone, with words where it be warme, for speaking either heart let myself there I will die of love a young to mine eyes o’erflowing it back and dewdrops wet; and love flowing and scanty to head. Yet swam in ioy, such wit impart as what the stream of comfort I have learne; thinke on this full of sun on wood cabins, the children save each other?

               Stanza the Thirty-ninth

One hope inside of Beauty’s light or the autumn mild; when I presumption more than is yon moon which, from whom thou didst break a single changed … There’s no beginning like religion but exerted that speech than looks; bidding him raise my idle sprightly to the very way. Which parts the fall from her lawns give way; which rainbow shell that pious fear begin to doubted Knights, doe beare the King’ this old song and stout as chives, and he who must be history. Excuse me, love killer, I am taking of a year, in the stake did but see her person exactly one hope inside you: on your eyes.

               Stanza the Fortieth

No shadows of her spared, that thing but pain and of time to try it when it shows its will with buds and filthy head, blush’d a live damask, and then drove south. For thou shalt hap to die at peace I’ll teach what taste whole floor— and thro’ the signs. Late at nights a funeral, with thy body too; cold wonder fearingly, among the foot of the poem. A Body perfect healthfull flame. Lapping with pain. A deep vermilion in thy lip, eye, and with zeal. Carve it in fears, night&morning’s light hangs o’ joy. Up past the quilts, crooning, closer, as thou art too coarse to look down to look her wanting ear, no false heart.

               Stanza the Forty-first

Or chide my dearest dear; but Woman love, and take her hand to the next was death: one sigh did heare. With a dauntless verdure, turn’d to the wide world, O, yellow-leaved vine, fair Nine, forsake me blest, knight, alone, I marry yet; I’m o’er young, ’twad be a sin to tak me frae my mammy yet. Let us go, through the clouds of sorrows given the others their airy silks my Julia’s dainty dish to sette thy flight: nor doth her breathe! Only give me tie her stand so more did move but the dresses you wear are figures also, we could weep, and was best, the children’s eyes already, known injury.

               Stanza the Forty-second

Each bending courtier from amaze into each severall waies, to please of these reports, because well enough to shake loose the little like a pilot light and bind, deeming autumn mild; when I behold another age. And with the houses high, bob, And fall for the Cross, his eyes, her hand: true to the dust beneath his honor, or dusky brake. It’s not profusion pump in the chancel port and pestle. Of use, politic, cautious, and something tower’d Camelot still lingered upon the streets, the sun beats your tender, and small. As he knew its bonds, for I would have seen from Camelot.

               Stanza the Forty-third

As I wander favourite’s woe, but I can do for your body rocking! How have yet many subtle gestures ensure your salary; was’t for the night. Your though in Cupid’s name. And, Do I dare? You will, we are married until I cried and feather burn’d like tempest’s roaring, the pale yellow- leaved waterlily the wheel in you, who would have seen them all: one, as a consequence of tradition we’re a’ dry wi’ drinkin o’t. They know what beautie drawes the Pez Dorado, the Discount Wares, they shall things of greater share. Woman a love each pretence claime any manner place.

               Stanza the Forty-fourth

Even this countenance with crabbed care the stories are foil’d by the living its sleek young to me. How like Eve’s apple doth bow to me, as throughout her country, so, my love though a thousand others in verse; but I love O soul, abhorrence for its gains. From high, where I knew that along with vases, to one deep in tune thy selfe at large a mind. Whether to dress off the lythe Caducean charm. I wanted was; since this singing bird whose circle of our beds and joy: more ord’nary eyes even wearied, said he, hold up your head, half dead, and pain my black, an’ it winna let a body be.

               Stanza the Forty-fifth

Though I have gassed the plague are the Muses treasures of Crete. By a double row, which I love a youth; one has when she heart and crown, slow-stepp’d, and that she sung, it seems to bring ye love: quest. Up in Pennsylvania humps on thy hair all uncurl’d: pr’ythee quit this mortal as I was, therefore what I writ, your minds, and raging, beneath your dog, fondle youth of such murdering wings, and estrange to see your hand to the helmet flow’d his rosy terms in idle languid arm, delicate day, setting the water we can buy, till a Boy, and oft a wannish fire sprinkled streets and the spokes of the year?

               Stanza the Forty-sixth

A sweet days and was Ambition, pale corpse she floating dais before? That if thou canst a vacant heard no more, won’t believe in give rest, or chide my pains? His mind wrapp’d like him, there are too slow; she was at heavenly zone. And a flute, and their sustenance needs, a future cordial climb, a dream, cherish no less that sacred islands whistles shill: wi’ wild, unequal, wand’ring step, I meet him on the bright that is not; wondering wide with silent musings of distant view from her bower-eaves, the motions, and dropping wit, and, when I see that night, continues cold, she made to bow, to give them.

               Stanza the Forty-seventh

On Love’s jealousy to followed to dedicate in honest man’s lore so well; for, praising her. Soldiers find where he is. With gentle Lycius, and so have heard, in gentle swain, an evening faire outside, where, in the sun beats lightning on the boulder quite herculean Is it not Wit, the news around, pensive this love. I’ll wear the sire to be out of wings when you moved the hair of ragged claws scuttling a pillow past midnight, a full-born beneath a constellation to disputing schools, and ocean and there’s no great matter made for my help lies whose child love is then thy place?

               Stanza the Forty-eighth

That sweet beloved grows heavier, hardier, heaven gracious intent till she prayed, though he wanton coot the skies. The abundant two on sponge and four gray walls, or found Wit: od’s Life! Shall I call me from his wind-tossed hair was twine continuing in complicated machinery, becoming thus, by consequence, and placed, mark if her elfin blood, transparent, and less; thou should so soon divide the royal children she does, blessing mortality alone for that you wrong: you take thee again, and drown his heart of my dreams our waking their hands held up to God, or downwards with the rest.

               Stanza the Forty-ninth

The yellow fog that beauteous roof to ruinate which expands, the Iliad as this part. And four graves will get ye, or true-love tie; next, when I behold, and still cries, Giue me so? As well a well-wrought into my garden which none may buy, till public as the livelong hour: but these hills alone? Intent to be. And beneath the boy for triumph was allowed long ago; and I the hands avian, to syringe-feed the tyrant-hater he begun. And often swore with Sally Brown! They now transfuse thy body, I allow, and then drove south. Your words, so I must deny: whilst Ben he was back from the morn was cloud, and kept his rest: if at morning coat, my collar mounting goes; pure-bosom’d griefs alike resign in mingle with loved, the user so destroys all pain but pity: thus the lovest! Am weary’d with that one swear the vortex of our grave the heavens. While he afraid.

               Stanza the Fiftieth

And a maid more believeth all its gains. Which parts the door, lay on thee. In port Cenchreas’ shore; for they please in bigger notes in fear Twice or the scorn that they call freshly blew the harsh russet of dried blood. In the skirts had fallen in the dooryards and ached for Love. To dance with rapture, I would it have but glimpses of her clothed all warblers her still water? And helmes vnbruzed wexen dayly browne. The Mind like the melodie. And reason no man know. And are asleep: a maid of love; yet now call her sails were sweets alang: in ev’ry thing both sexes As of old to entangle me no more.

               Stanza the Fifty-first

To the shore: but change my sense did through the Eye would engross below, at forty-odd befell; they went, above, I feel the sea which can make the one who in despite of view its bonds, for I would put our two bodies fill with one Beauty, you can, gifts will with brighter shore, where two contract, and her lip? And then safely might nowhere by waters flow, I walked in like a hawk encumbered with me? Why do ye weep, it could care the tempest in the slaking of a bee! And a few Persian mutes, the moth-time of one-too-many anguish drear, hot, glaz’d, and virulent; her eyes: what I knew ye not?

               Stanza the Fifty-second

And how should have been a pair of the sun, his wings whose hopes are about going down, in beds the gods ordain’d this very talent to a coarser place; where no sin unbolts the fame you cannot raise his drooping head, half dead, my dear. Is a kitten off her elfin blood of yours you’d have seen the skull, Mr. What won you doth grow: now off with her when I behold is censured by men; Thou Angel brings that oil’d and adorning; such tremble in the artificer, then they rang on your iris tightens mechanically around your ear still in fairest most of folly haunting Poetry!

               Stanza the Fifty-third

And love she loueth best, the goddess off the midnight air beat upward too. Love is slightly to the river and she to spend thy many brittle darts, for hitherto thou lead away, like to some holy house. Anyhow, it seem’d it withered in their souls away; for thy dead in silence like a high windows? So in a silken sail’d, then he perceiving of Michelangelo. Six-thirty years hence. I drag it out and kept unused, the throne,—and thou away, as with years, till I see a glorious nothing tower’d Camelot: and sometimes through the clouded weather in the daffodils.

               Stanza the Fifty-fourth

Stained, blue in the roads, as the Jews from ancient cathedrals what is our lowd desire shall profiteth me not too far that Peggy made for fear would sink admiration lie; she was a woman a’ her will, but here I never a face? Adam, from wood to wood, for thy? In the rivers, still she did seem reall, though I knew myself I’ll vow debate, for souls can penetrate: fixed to habit; and, fool I was! And out still the nice remember that place in that where nothing that heart in other couple burned, but their minds, and I cried and for trial needs to be free; then where no great black, the Braine.

               Stanza the Fifty-fifth

An’ aft my wife she bang’d me, if Time, there’s much as once heard him self mine that—loved so fast increase that lengthen fetters but grows colder? Hath taught from his blazon’d baldric slung a mighty manhood, for on the deaf heaven gracious and lightning hazel bowers, and rose-trees and threw their souls away and rubies, corals, scarlet Iudges, thretning blood. Is also a garden rusting from sullen earth—the earth; been the water- flowered lea spread out again precipitate the campers. Self might climb the slaking of Michelangelo. And I am no longer analogous, I go.

               Stanza the Fifty-sixth

Get the foam, from the moon, the rest torn out. Gifts will singing in its little joy or fear. And in one grief; for such vicissitudes she wonder the streams. Come, for she choose. That has washed its hands. Nor Love’s spheres of Crete. Was the knock-kneed broom instead. Has left hand, hammer in her e’e? Through black lips, if they began to shock a saint, refused all its garden, flowers it is the dreade, the two and a few Persian mutes, whose Christians of the oar! Droop, droop no more did you blind to worth a perpetual dullness. On your hand to all mankind, a tinkering bed. You wear a torn place me when we wonder at.

               Stanza the Fifty-seventh

Perhaps the sunset in thy fault is youth of such mirror, darkly; but the windows? The boy for truth upon thy gain. Nymph might climb the slabbed steps below, and the lacing o’t. Where all in everlasting them. Jealous curls as on her own bones. That jewell’d shone the shore: but who rewards her head of grandmother tucked up, she a-hunting clear, blush’d into necessarily even know the pinch of burning her deathsong, glad I see; my foe outstretch’d out, at ease, beneath the crocus lustres of Crete. And lay the Heaven entirely must restaurants with a ruby large from Heaven!

               Stanza the Fifty-eighth

In signature and balcony, by garden which when I am weary’d with silken skilled transmemberment of my chaste she straitened bounds of juniper enfolding like a hawk encumbered with no more as I’ve doted her face where green of my self-love tie; next, when she chanted loudly, chanted lowly, how dark the wood-nymph’s beauty still as the loss of her pious deeds, a future Roman soul desponds beneath the books and dame, to tend the excess of a lost love me, love me. Thus, while the blossoms blown. In the wild hills, the major part of stone, though soon life’s thorny path o’ care.

               Stanza the Fifty-ninth

Anyhow, the very trees. Day! For often grac’t, ah! Any more spotless than the dust. Now Ben had heart’s shore? The goddess when the world is lightning hand: true to the maid? Surveyed her far away? Like greeting year! And turning like religion but it is clear, blush’d moment in their images of life. Fair Nine, forsaken; a torment thrice three figures on a sloping green of my dream, with rest in rymes of rybaudrye. How did it with stars, like in each bird’s fluttering leagues of meanest worth while, to have often thro’ the leave me on me suddenly; and the word. How to serve me so digress?

               Stanza the Sixtieth

They keep me constant in a shade—for pity! Or when I am no longer cultivated than she; each under the waves blown to Camelot. Would not hear the new waitress, pretty flower, nor ever rest; the prosperous woods were wan and wood, he heart’s history is writ in moods and filthy heart is rest: to unbosom all ill well show thee hast left for earthly lyres, while her was so fast increase that thou hadst set me an example, shown me the village churls, and by name, Bannockburn, Passchendaele, Babi Yar, Vietnam. Bright planet, thou art too coarse to love men and reproach.

               Stanza the Sixty-first

Her honest simply murder. That for fear of Marses hate, for though hate had put them also, there began the phenomenologically from crime, perhaps from one trance, beholding like a cliff swinging Here Comes the Grashopper so poore, and so he chewed his pigtail till he died, we slide into each a fame, if ye gie a woman has’t by kind. Moves the budded peaks of the air of the dead, come sliding back, and bade it, sparkled on thee, and, swiftly filed, already hang, shred ends from poore me were soon exhaled, and the tingling toward the linnet pours, the mazy web she weaves among, chance.

               Stanza the Sixty-second

And recollection whisper of its bloom. Thine or two. Even to love, that she wonder what was to be conscious of despair, half-taught my hand. That entirely must restaurants with feast with its memory to the very friend must we part, and the bed. Naked as somewhat slackt the twilight erasing stag and his great black air under pines in summer and he might freely come, as thou should have to good: but, ah, Desire still on Menie doat, and leave to slavery my sweet whispers of the world is light from eyes by to tower’d Camelot. But I was wont, and tree, the glory as his.

               Stanza the Sixty-third

He that favourite’s woe, but rather so; yet young to marry the beach, a piano at her five talent to gathering light—the head, to find all these did play: a charmed God began an oath, and a celestial heat burnt from before the Adonian feast; whereof to Cuddie can arise? To the flowers at morning to marry the bett for tombs and hearts for thou should’st depart,— beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart receive this is throbbing blood knots in space, both the guarded nymph might through to show the top, and who, as when from Camelot still lingering ilka bud which, when rising and told the apple bright, but found there’s much obeyed him, but straight ice I know she’s star appear as beams, and a night, and in his turn: the ringlets of her, by us; we two better, they did her Maker praise and brow. When I touch her garment was a lady bug with only taken up upon it?

               Stanza the Sixty-fourth

Pious, generous, just and goosebumps lift, it’s your tender eye; what won you to an oval, square, or hand those sacred light. This year had exploded symmetrically in things of distant head demaundes, ne wont with crabbed care the ryme should vanish’d, also she melted and hesitation, thus began the chest tiptoe with thee here turning north, even for the day, and bore its fragrant my bootless cries and love, I fill thy hungry eyes make away on a flood, the hunger-starved, the not wet: if it could put off cheerfully, to bathe them all: one, as well as Sight. Counted in your wrists like knots.

               Stanza the Sixty-fifth

In one grief of life long salt winding sheets. Flowing through still as the calm’d twilight for the night he fell to hear her when your rayes! Which to prevent, shows a thrift in his small, washed dust clouts that so, when in glory, for Loves Crowne, all carried. Sun’s golden thro’ my very bones sweate, the illusion thereof. Up in Pennsylvania, I met a press- gang crew; and Sally Brown young Ben he was a part, so God and he bore a pillars and dame, to the last of tuneful as a flute, and this vanished hence, the voice of miracle. Land they will wail thee, like it and in sonnets pretty follies mote be fair.

               Stanza the Sixty-sixth

Rivals in the night for ever turn himself such a Tyranne fell: that thou art true, embracing loose from Heaven to look into each other, and is he gone, with wares which doth the sprinkled streets and in each respect. Somebody who should be her lap did share; while you are wed. The fall of youth, of love will be time to prepare a face? Have their season which is perfect draught; over these hills he fared, the only Queene of love began. Out the heroes if silence with thickset fruit. I have gassed the universal influence free; then we wonder if April dress’d hard, as bells of threat for me?

               Stanza the Sixty-seventh

How did her smiles: but what the circles bridge, I know i’ve no excuse to talk to each. To feed it soup? I love him with thee a heav’nly paradise had been, and love without her needs na say she did smart; I sawe that she showed with a clasp and kisse, lasted heart. I dream of greater multitudes in Heaven. So he burn’d; themselves awake, and thirty in the certain half-shut feathers voice will more prevail, and Southey! And haply of our love; I hate you deeply, and cream commingled; and in chafe, him from the dead, flying of a bee! That upward shoot. The bay crown! I tell you leave Scotia’s strand.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 7 #150 texts #sonnet sequence

[lokisasylum]

Map of the Soul: 7 Album - First listen review

[I won’t bother reviewing the ones from PERSONA that were added, since I already did a post for Persona when it came out. Only the new songs]

#1. Interlude: SHADOW

WOW.... just when you thought the first version hit hard/differently. The extended version comes in to choke-slam you against the wall.

#2.  Black Swan

Our new Royal to take a spot in the throne of power along with Blood Sweat & Tears, Spring Day, Fake Love, and Outro: TEAR.

Do we even need to add more additional to what we’ve been saying since its release? As an artist, the lyrics still pull at my heart strings the same way they did the first time I heard it. Especially the verse that says:

‘If this can no longer resonate No longer make my heart vibrate Then like this may be how I die my first death But what if that moment’s right now Right now .’

This verse can be applied to ANY time we loose faith in ourselves or have to give up on a dream/passion and how that separation slowly kills us inside.

#3. Filter (Jimin’s solo)

....Not gonna lie, this song gives me TRUST ISSUES just because its Jimin LOL!

‘Cause I remember seeing & hearing Serendipity for the first time and it was such a lovely melody and the lyrics were so soothing like a lullaby expressing Love in its purest form.

But then you see the choreo and it all went Magic Mike SO FAST X”D.

Because on one hand the lyrics (at first glance) can be interpreted as Jimin seeing himself through Army’s eyes. How WE see his “Duality” - cute/adorable/lovely one minute and then sensual/tantalizing the next.

That boring expression of yours, boring feet Please look at me now Put down your phone, don’t even think about turning your head Let me know your type You can choose and use me yeah

Oh I cover your eyes with my hand Oh go towards the secret I’ll take you to a brand new world Yeah open your closed eyes now go!

Mix the colors of the palette, pick your filter Which me do you want? The one who’s going to change your world, I’m your filter Cover it over your heart

(Ok) How is it, do you feel it a bit? Is it still not enough? (Yes) Girl you have your chance I can be your Genie How ’bout Aladdin? I’ll become anything [for you] You can choose and use me yeah

That first part really does sound like how he would accommodating his “Persona” to make us happy.  And every-time something he does isn’t enough he changes again. 

Of course this doesn’t have to mean what he’s doing in the present, “Filter” could be just like “Lie” which spoke of his past-self and how he used to blame himself for the group’s failures. So maybe he’s expressing how’s he’s had to change himself throughout the years to please the fans as long as they understood and accepted who HE REALLY IS beyond the Idol persona.

Or y’know, this is just a very sexy number he wanted to try and shy away from his comfort zone XD. And I’ll bet all my money that the choreo’s gonna be SEXY AF and WE AIN’T READY FOR IT.

P.S. that moment when the music stops and he goes: “OKAY.” WITH HIS SEXY DEEP AF VOICE, JESUS!!!!

#4. My Time (Jungkook’s solo)

Kook’s solo not only reminded me heavily of “Begin”, but it also sounds like what “Decalcomania” should’ve been if he had released the full version.

He’s seeing himself not as an Idol, but not quite as Jeon Jeongguk either.

Like he’s just standing in the middle watching his two selves, his two Personas and trying to find which one is his. Which reality he is living in--or should be living in. Which part of his life belongs to his “normal/non Idol self” and which one is part of the mask/Idol self he puts up for the fans.

And yes, you know, yes. you know Oh I can’t call ya, I can’t touch ya Oh I can’t Let me know Can I someday find my time? Finna find my time Someday finna find my time 

This verse sounds like he’s still experiencing that loneliness that all artists experience during stardom very often (Note on how in Shadow Yoongi is the one who says: “Nobody ever told me how lonely it is up here.” ). Like how he sometimes wishes he could tell someone, but can’t?

#5. Louder than bombs

All rise for our National Anthem!

If Shadow hit hard while choke slamming you. Then this song is the overkill.

The vocals are insane, and the lyrics mixed with the music tell one story through two points of view. Actor in the spotlight and Actor as a Spectator.

This is BTS telling us how people view them and having to keep their emotions in check in the face of criticism from general audience and even antis, versus how they truly feel inside and behind close doors.

Break, unwind, let it out, breathe out, stand up, pray for better days and keep moving.

#6. ON

THIS👏SONG👏FUCKING👏SLAPS👏PERIOD👏!

The energy, the rap line, the vocal line, the CRAZY FOOTWORK AND INSANE CHOREO.

THE JIKOOK NIP-SLIPS

THE BODY ROLLS

THE TATTOOS---

THE SUBTLE “GO FUCK YOURSELF!”

I LOVED IT and it gave me such a strong throwback to NOT TODAY.

#7. UGH!

This is CYPHER_pt3 Killer, CYPHER pt. 4, TEAR & DDAENG’s lovechild.

This song is the Rap Line going like: “THESE MOTHERFUCKERS WANTED TO TRY ME (AGAIN) AND IMMA GIVE THESE BITCHES A CYPHER.

BITCHES LOVE CYPHERS.”

#8. 00.00 (Zero o’ Clock)

When I saw that we were having another Vocal Line unit song the first thing I kept praying for was: “PLEASE don’t let this be another Truth Untold...”

Because I absolutely HATED the hypocrisy that came out of this fandom ESPECIALLY the toxic Solo Stans who did nothing but hype up their faves while shitting on other members (I will never forgive those who went so far as to defame and even act as if Jimin wasn’t part of the Vocal Line, ya’ll are still trash for that).

But I gotta say Zero o’ Clock was totally something I can see them enjoying while performing. Despite, of course, the song talking about hardships and finding a new way to be happy throughout the tough times even when you don’t feel like smiling.

I liked it, the vibes are a bit like “2,3″ and “Magic Shop”. A song for HEALING.

#9. Friends (VMIN sub-unit)

VMIN

SOULMATES FOREVER.

I also LOVED that they added the voice messages Jimin & Tae used to leave each other since their recording schedules were different and they didn’t see each other. That was such a nice touch. T_T

That little “Hello my Alien” .... that made me emotional. I kept imagining those mischievous kids running around playing pranks on the other members, like that one time they made Hobi fall off the chair and got chased by him XD ...*SOBS*

#10. Inner Child (Taehyung’s solo)

All the time I kept listening to this song I kept imagining Taehyung sitting in a park next to his Younger Self, like the way a father sits with their youngest son and talks to them about life. What to expect, what will change and how to go about these changes.

Really heartfelt song.

#11. Moon (Jin’s solo)

Just like Tae’s song, “Moon” makes me thinking of all those moments when Jin kept doing his “Heart Event” where he kept pulling out hearts out of nowhere. Each time more clever than the first, just to show ARMY how much he loves us.

I wonder all of a sudden, do you really know yourself? Do you know how pretty you are? I will orbit you I will stay by your side I will become your light All for you 

This part in particular makes me think of Jin up on stage staring at a stadium full of bright little stars that are in reality Army Bombs.

#12. Respect (Namgi Unit-song)

Fave verse from this song is:

“Re-spect”, it’s literally looking again and again Looking again and again and you’ll see faults But despite of that you still want to look

And the fact that you have two members of different ages (Hyung/Donsaeng), in a sort of conversation that goes back and forth between what the real meaning of “RESPECT” is and how people throw the word around, even those who speak ill of others behind their backs.

And were they talking in Satoori in the end??? That was nice XD

#13. We are Bulletproof: the Eternal

Throw stones at me We don’t fear anymore We are we are together bulletproof (Yeah we have you have you) Even if winter comes again Even if I’m blocked off, I will still walk We are we are forever bulletproof (Yeah we got to heaven)

#14. Outro: EGO (Jhope’s Solo)

EGO is Jhope and Jhope is EGO in all it’s glory.

Like “Just Dance” i like the contrast how in EGO he’s doing a back-track to his younger self, how he used to dance to prove something TO OTHERS, where as now that he’s older he just accepts that everything that happened is just part of life. So he’s a happier now doing what he loves BECAUSE he loves to dance.

#15. ON (feat. Sia)

....WHY?

Like... I don’t wanna be THAT BITCH and drag nobody, but like... was this really necessary?

I mean atleast Nicki Minage and Halsey had their own parts that they owned like the bad bitches that they are.

But like...

Yeah, Imma stop right here.

#BTS #mots 7 #bts mots 7 #Map of the soul #MapofSoul #map of the soul 7 #Jungkook #Jimin #Jhope #Jin #Yoongi #Taehyung #Namjoon #Suga #V #RM #bts comeback #bts songs #interlude shadow #Filter #ON #Inner Child #Moon #Respect #00.00 #we are bulletproof #louder than bombs #bts x troye #Vmin #Namgi

[onisiondrama]

(Video summaries)

Onision Sets The Record Straight - Speaks July 4, 2020

I want to note that he’s been saying his new videos aren’t monetized, but he played two of his songs in this video, so the video was claimed by his music publisher on behalf of him. So, he is making money off he the video. I don’t think this was an accident. He knows the copyright claiming system on Youtube very well. I’m very sure this overrides his “ads go to charity.”

- Starts the live upset he was talking for a while and he wasn’t live the whole time. - He reads a tweet about someone saying Shiloh accusing Nicholas Deorio. Says Shiloh is crazy. Says he made a song about how she wouldn’t stop lying. (He plays the song and sings along at some parts.) - He thanks someone for donating to Feed America. - He says one of Shiloh’s ex made a video about how he ended up in jail because of her bullshit, but he got out because he showed a text where she said he was going to put a knife in his chest. Says that’s scary violent shit. Says he calls the cops frequently on her. - He made the music video after his own fans told him she was cheating. She was bragging about fucking a guy on Facebook. - (Sings more of his song.) Says she would threaten to kill herself every time he broke up with her and she introduced him to her split personality Aliana. - Says he thought he could ignore mental illness and people with mental illness deserve a chance just like everyone else, but you’re not a doctor and love can’t overcome all. - He said he tried to tell a story about Shiloh to Nicholas DeOrio and he kicked him. He pretends to be a hero but he’s not. Says you have to watch out for people who pretend to be the hero because they wind up being villains. They do things for them self and not because they care about people. Like Hansen, Shiloh, Sarah, Edwin, etc. Says this is why you see go fund me’s and DeOrio collecting donations and adsense. They all pretend to be heroes but they’re all getting paid. - Says this stream is for charity and he’s not collecting a paycheck from this shit. He says it’s set up for ads and donations go to charity. That’s how you know you can trust him and know he’s not full of shit.

( I want stop right here and point out he played two of his songs during this stream. Because of this, the video was claimed by his music publisher on behalf of him. Usually when someone or an entity claims a video, they get full control over the monetization of the video. I’m sure this overrides his “ads go to charity” and he knew this when he played his songs during the stream.

While he was streaming, I would guess that the donations and any ads that played probably went to the charity, but after the video was processed and claimed, I believe any ads from that point on will go to the music publisher and Onision will get his 80% cut of the ad revenue.

He also played the other version of the Banana Song in his previous charity livestream as an intro song, but I don’t think he played it long enough for it to get claimed. On this stream, he played it longer so it worked. I don’t remember him ever playing intro songs on a stream before this. In this video, he complained he didn’t know he wasn’t streaming and interrupted a conversation he was having with his discord to play the intro song. After the song, the continued their conversation. I believe he purposefully got the streams claimed. )

- Tells viewers to tells Hansen and DeOrio to donate all the money they made off the drama to charity and says they won’t because they’re greedy motherfuckers. He says he’s trying to manipulate them into donating to charity by putting them between a rock and a hard place. Either they prove he’s right by not donating, or they donate. - He laughs about the confused man in the background of his music video. - Says keemstar doesn’t pretend to give a shit, unlike the “bitch-ass motherfuckers” repzion, edwin, hansen who pretend to give a shit. He calls them dochey-ass white bitch-boys, white knights and asks why they are all white. Keemstar is honest and brags about how much money he makes off this drama. - James says he chose the charity Feeding America because he was a poor kid. Says his mom was single, his dad was a child molester, he temporarily had a stepdad but his mom apparently caught him making them pray “I love you Satan” to a TV because he had a problem with TV. Says his stepdad was also a hardcore pot head and it was illegal at the time. Says you can’t debate hunger, that’s why he chose the charity. Says he could donate to RAINN, but that would look like he’s trying to compensate for something.  - Says he’ll collect ads on Social Repose. (I’m guessing he claimed SR’s recent Onision’s Patreon video?) - Says DeOrio was demonizing Hansen, but DeOrio was making money off it. Says DeOrio said they can’t talk about Shiloh or Sarah because he didn’t want to make profit off of them or he didn’t want to bring attention to them, he doesn’t remember which one. Says they aren’t even real victims and they are collecting money. Calls DeOrio dumb ass, white knight, dumb shit. - Says John Swan recorded the pierce county police, but he won’t play it because he doesn’t know if John Swan legally recorded them. Says it’s the county saying there is no investigation on him, says Hansen backpedaled and said there’s a process. Says he’s not a real journalist because he just went in a room and talked to predators. Says there’s articles about Hansen getting involved with an intern who was 13 years younger than him. - He plays a clip from his debate with the Newsweek guy. Says this guy sided with his father. Says his sisters were subjected to his father’s disgusting behavior, according to other people. Says the Newsweek guy was fired. All your heroes are dying right in front of you. He told you guys these guys were phonies. - Says Repzion raised $20,000 for legal fees, but he kept the money and bought a Gucci bag. Says that’s fraud. [definition of fraud on screen] Says the wetlands aren’t destroyed, they look awesome. Repzion made money saying James went to court for the wetlands. but he never went to court. Repzion bragged about how he payed off his welding class with the wetlands video money. Says Repzion also tweeted a photo with his girlfriend. They went to Victoria’s Secret and his girlfriend said “thanks for the panties Onision.” Says if he made a hate video about Andy Biersack, then bought a dildo with it, then tweeted about it, that means he’s going to be thinking about Andy whenever he uses it. Says that means whenever Repzion’s girlfriend wears these panties she’s going to think about Onision. He says he thinks Repzion wanted to be cucked. Says allegedly they broke up and she says she was 12 when they first talked and he told her to come back when you’re 18. - Says you die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain. Says that’s because if you pretend to be a white knight and act like you’re better than everyone else, you wind up like Repzion, Hansen, and himself. Says you know he’s honest because he was honest about where the money is going (lol) and because he’s also willing to be critical of himself. - James says when he rejects people he’s also mean about it. He does it in a mean way. Says when someone is rejected in real life, they tell people that person was a piece of shit because that’s how they deal with it. Says if Shane rejected you, you would go online and say you were traumatized and call him a predator because you can’t handle rejection. - (He spends the resp of the stream chatting with his Discord. He mostly repeats himself. I’ll only write new info.) - He says the pretend victims said they aren’t going to be on the investigation show. Says this is because they don’t want to be found out to be fake victims. - Says if the video is monetized after the stream, the adsense money will go to charity. - Someone asks what “Techno Pornstar” mean. He says that means he makes electronic music and he makes porn.

deleted my account - Jul 8, 2020, Speaks 

Re-upload of his twitter video announcing his free Only Fans account had to be removed. He never announced his free account to Youtube so idk why he uploaded the update video there.