Note: Inspired by 5 Centimeters Per Second. Please keep in mind that the majority of this takes place in the 90s and will be following the Korean school year schedule.
The universe works in mysterious
You’re never the type to try and
figure out the answers to those unanswerable questions, but ever since you were
little, you always held an utter fascination with how everything worked, both
in unison and in discord. You believe that the world is like an unending
stream, one that everyone one is thrown into at birth with no other instruction
other than to stay afloat. From there, the best thing to do, the only thing you
can do, is to let the current carry
you through the long and twisting river until you reach the inevitable edge of
This mindset most likely spawns from
your mother, much like yourself. She often articulated charming stories and
intriguing facts to you throughout your childhood, teaching you all that she
knew in order to make sure that you were growing up with as much ease as you
could, especially since she was raising you alone. With your mother being the
only guardian in your life even to this day, you undeniably find yourself adopting
her way of thinking more often than not.
The greatest lesson you learned is
that the stream knows where to take you, and the world knows how to continue
spinning—all you can do is go with the ebb and flow and hope for the best.
What you didn’t know was that the
world would give you the best at such a young age.
Tags: Angst, Angst and Comfort, Comfort, Emotional Hurt and Comfort
A/N’s: Thank you for the request! I actually don’t know that much about Dark Link but the research I did described it as ‘Link’s dark feelings manifesting’ so I went with that. Anyway, sorry this took so long and hope you like it!
what i absolutely adore about ancient indian scriptures like the mahabharata is how dark, ‘dusky’ skin is portrayed as infinitely beautiful. look at krishna. at satyavati. at draupadi. at arjun.
it feels so amazing to read these in a world where the standard of beauty is white skin. reading these writings almost makes me feel exhilarated, like a child carrying out a rebellious act.
자꾸 repeatedly; frequently; always; again and again 짜릿하다 (be) pungent; piquant; spicy tingling; prickling; aching; smarting 원하다 desire; wish; want 텅 빈 empty / vacant / bare / void / hollow / deserted. 사람들 people 꿈속 dream 따분하다 boring 어제 yesterday 간단하다 simple; brief; short; plain; light; easy 오늘 today 뭐 what 하다 to do 발칙하다 outrageous; mean; rude 장난 a game; play; mischief; prank; a joke; trick 시작하다 begin; start; set up 어둡다 (be) dark; dim; dusky; murky; gloomy 밤 night 몰래 secretly; privately; quietly; stealthily; imperceptibly; furtively; clandestinely 다가가다 go[come / get] near; approach; step[come] up to; steal up. 뛰어들다 jump [leap] into; rush into; run into; dive into 폭죽 firecracker 막 just; just now; (be) about to; (be) on the point of 터지다 explode; burst; break out; occur [happen] suddenly; blow up 깜짝 with surprise; with a start; all of a sudden 놀라다 (1) be surprised [astonished, amazed, shocked]; be startled; be astounded (at); be stunned; jump; be taken aback (by) (2) be frightened [startled, alarmed] at; be horror-struck; be terrified; have a fright 깜짝 놀라다 be startled all of a sudden[out of one´s wits]; bat an eyelid; eyebrows go up; be rocked on one´s heel 조용하다 quiet; silent; still; calm; tranquil; serene; peaceful; 세상 world 잔뜩 till full; to the fullest; extremely; intensely; heavily 소란하다 clamorous, tumultuous, loud, noisy, riotous, emotionally or mentally agitated; disturbing; troubled 막다 block (up); obstruct; stop; check; intercept; defend; protect; keep away [off, out, back]; ward off; prevent; provide against (a disease) 한번 once; one time 잡다 catch; hold; take hold of; capture; 아슬아슬 risky; dangerous; thrilling; critical; close; narrow; near 거리 a street; a road; distance; a difference; a gap 거리에서 on the street; in the street 벌써 already; yet; long ago; by now [this time] 거기 that place; there; there; to that place; 이번 this time; recently; lately; present; new; now; next time; shortly; soon; next; last; recent 또 again; once more; another time; for the second time; repeatedly; in succession 어디 where 가다 go 찾다 seek for [after]; search (for); hunt (up) 멈추다 stop; cease; put a stop to; bring to a stop[halt]; halt 더 more 다르다 different 숨어들다 steal in[into]; get in by stealth 나쁘다 bad 본능 instinct 따르다 follow; go after; obey 빨갛다 red 사과 apple 한 one 입 mouth 한 입에 at a gulp[mouthful] 딱 accurately; exactly; tightly; firmly; definitely; resolutely; flatly; wide 베다 cut; chop 물다 bite 베어 물다 sever[cut off] with one´s teeth; bite off 착하다 nice; good; virtuous; gentle; kind 아이 a child; a kid 틀 a frame; framework; a mold 맞추다 fix into; frame; put together; set (it) (right); correct (it); adjust; adapt; conform; fit; 그저 only; merely; simply; slightly; just 규칙적인 regular 심장 the heart 박동 pulsation; palpitation; beat 심장박동 heartbeat 위 the upper part; the upside; the top side; the above 위에 above; over 일곱 seven 가지 a kind; a sort; a class; a variety 작다 small; little; tiny 놀이 play; game 선물하다 give [make, send] (a person) a present; make a gift (to) 매일 every day; each day; daily 기억 memory; mind; memorization; remembrance; recollection 모두 all; everyone; everybody; everything; 꺼내다 pull [draw] out; take [bring] out 들다 hold (in one’s hand); carry [have, take] (a thing) in one’s hand; have 가득 full; to capacity; filled (with) 던지다 throw; hurl; fling; cast; toss; pitch 폭풍 storm 휘몰아치다 blow violently [boisterously]; blow hard; blow great guns; storm boisterously; fall in whirls; fall thick and fast 어지럽다 (be) dizzy; be in disorder; (be) troubled; chaotic; turbulent; disturbed; disorganized 포근하다 soft and comfortable; downy; fluffy 베개 pillow 조금 a little 축축하다 slightly [moderately] wet; moist; damp 바쁘다 busy 아직 yet; as yet; still 많다 many 호기심 curiosity 가득하다 full 상상 imagination 다 all; at (the) most; as much as one can 펼치다 open, outspread, lay out 짓궂다 ill-tempered; ill-natured; unlucky; unfortunate; cursed; malicious; (mildly) mischievous; prankful; 또 again; once more; and; moreover; 잘 well 모르다 do not know 바로 rightly; honestly; just; exactly; immediately; 뒤쫓다 follow up, chase, pursue 네 your 모습 features; looks; appearance; a shape; a figure; a visage; an image; a face 가까워지다 v. become close, approach, appeal to -, turn to -; come near to 그렇게 like that; so; so much; 쉽게 easily 잡히다 be caught 계속 continuation; continuance; succession; 쫓다 run after (a person); chase; pursue; 끝 end 까지 till; until; 끝까지 out, until the end 숨 breath 차다 be out; fall[become] due; run out 내 my 새롭다 new; fresh; 내일 tomorrow
PARKER, a 21 year old singer songwriter from England, leaves us fully entranced and totally bewitched by her new single Runs & Rides. Its dusky electropop wraps its opaque tendrils around us, while PARKER’s voice entraps us in the muggy haze of the song. Runs & Rides is like Lana Del Rey, gone more syrupy nebulous and gothy dark. It brims with a similar sort of vintage nostalgia. Runs & Rides is a sinuous winding, murky simmering ballad with sultry guitars, and it’s out now via Killing Moon Records.
i. night is sparrow-boned and thin when my ears are empty of you. at times like this, your songs are a rich and indispensable resource. sonic pools don’t quite solidify into your shape, but still it helps to listen— true comfort is the soundtrack to your life, echoing tinnily in my head.
ii. sometimes i like to look out into the dusky california dark and see if i can make your name out in the stars. with great effort i can— but only just. perhaps my prescription is weakening; or maybe the smog in this town is too pronounced, even at night. when you stargaze, do you see los angeles?
iii. i bet you hardly notice the trail of little moons dotting your heavenly, luminous skin. i regard them as indications of divine ordinance; my lips shall faithfully tend to each one. they will ground me when the rest of you proves too distracting.
iv. i will never tire of your ceaseless agitation with life. your questions are an effigy of the world; you burn with the gracious indignation of the sun. i hadn’t known such a juxtaposition was possible. but then again, before you came along, i hadn’t dared to monitor the sun.
Clean nails tap against the polished mahogany desk as the heavy doors across the room push open.
A man in his early thirties scurries in, dressed as if he works in a corporate headquarters.
“Status update?” The man at the desk asks, ostensibly bored, his accent not lost despite the almost five decades since he made his international move.
“They have Zazel in custody and have officially charged him with Hein’s murder. That, and attempted murder of a witness and witness intimidation.” The shake in the young man’s voice had disappeared ago as he had slowly climbed the ranks of his organization, but with today’s news, it was like it was his first day all over again.
Don’t shoot the messenger didn’t really apply to his boss—a reason he had so quickly moved up the ranks over the years.
The man with black hair far too dark for his age purses his lips at the information.
“And I am to assume Zazel will not be taking any plea bargains.” The man phrases it as a question, though he already knows the answer.
The man takes a deep breath as he leans back in his plush chair.
The heavy-set pit bull that lays in front of a steady-flamed fireplace looks up from its bed as his master’s chair squeaks under his weight.
“And the witness?”
The young man takes quick steps and places a folder gently on the immense desk.
“Y/F/N Y/L/N. Age Twenty-Seven. We know she’s under protective custody of the FBI, specifically with Special Agent Dean Winchester.”
Brown eyes shoot up to his lackey.
“Of course Winchester is involved,” he sighs, his hands coming to rest on his temple. “The boy has been a thorn in my side since the day we killed his mother.” The man slowly opens the file and begins flipping through the information.
“Zazel should have just killed him right then and there,” he hisses to himself, stopping on a picture of you being loaded into a standard FBI SUV, the date stamp from earlier this afternoon.
“And why is she not dead?” He rubs his temple with a sigh.
The young man swallows hard and fidgets with no answer, his lips giving as his boss’ eyes find his.
“Some girl,” he spits, slapping the picture, his voice rising. “Is running around with the man whose sole purpose in life is to bring me down.” He hollers as he stands up, his fingers resting on the desk.
“Can someone explain this to me?” His Scotish voice roars. His pet’s ears perk up as he watches his enraged master.
The young man remains frozen in his spot and his boss grunts at his lackey’s cowardliness.
The man takes a deep breath, recomposing himself before kneeling down to his pup, giving its ears a shake.
“You know what they say love.” The dog groans at her master. “If you want something done right, blah, blah, blah.” The dog just stares up with no understanding, but with dedicated attention, aware of the power its master possessed.
“Looks like I’ll be paying Miss Y/L/N a visit myself.”
Tired of straight blues, the Yardbirds had roped in tablas and a harpsichord to create the moody “For Your Love” and scored a number-two hit in ’65. Their guitarist Eric Clapton quit in disgust, but they hired young session man Jeff Beck in his place and got even better, with a string of dark, loud, dusky Top 3 hits: “Evil Hearted You,” “Heart Full of Soul,” “Still I’m Sad,” and the apocalyptic, proto-psychedelic “Shapes of Things” in ’66. “My eyes just hurt my brain,” sang Keith Relf, over washes of feedback and drones. It felt like quite a step on from “Little Red Rooster.” Later the same year they released “Happenings Ten Years Time Ago,” by which point Jimmy Page had joined as a second guitarist. It sounded like duelling fighter planes, a three-minute wig-out, but the Yardbirds’ superiority in firepower didn’t help them, and they never managed another hit, eventually calling it a day when Relf quit in ’68. Page carried on with the New Yardbirds, who had morphed intoLed Zeppelin by the end of the year.