Harmony was my original ship until my teacher ended a presentation in assembly about her love of reading and encouraging us to read more with “And lastly, when will Ron and Hermione FINALLY get together?”. I re-read the series before Deathly Hallows came out and realised that the only reason I had ever thought Harry and Hermione would get together was because I had come to expect from books that the lead boy and lead girl ALWAYS get together, and absolutely nothing to do with their chemistry and feelings!
Yup, I finally made it! This is a cover inspired by this post <——-
It took me sooooooo long but well, I think it ended up pretty good ^^ So yeah, please consider that I’m an spanish girl and the voices or pronunciation could differ compared to the originals.
I took a jazz version of “Why Don’t You Do Right” by Mark Maxwell for the instrumental part, and then edited the audio a bit to make it more dynamic. It was such a challenge getting the right melody for the voices (at first I was just singing the original song, without changes XD) but after a lot of tries I finally came up with a good melody for Sportacus and Robbie ^^
Here are the Lyrics and modifications I made of the original post by aleinnilatibae :
S: What’s wrong, Robbie?
R: You know, I was just wondering… do you LIKE me?
S: Yes! Of course I do! And… what
R: I… guess!
[beat of silence]
R: Well, I would like to ask you something…
You know that we’ve been rivals for…going on a while
and despite how much I FOUGHT it, I’ll admit you make me….smile (:^}D)
Now here is what I ask of you, and please, here take your time–
Will you be my partner in crime?
S, speaking, affronted: In CRIME???
R, speaking: It’s just an expression, Sportafloosh, no need to freak
S, speaking: I see… then let me say
Well Robbie, I’m an honest elf and
I’m the hero too (oh yeah…)
But here is what I’m certain of–I
want to be with you (really?)
And every time I hear you sing the
sound is so diviiine *master of disguise motif*
So will you be my partner in rhyme?
S: Yes, this means we sing together
R: Oh, okay…
S: Are you ready? In 3, 2, 1… and…
S & R:
We can siiiing in perfect key, we
can daaaance in harmony
S: We can twirl, we can flip! (No no no, I’m not doing THAT)
S: With you I’ll never miss a note!
R: With you I’ll never miss a stEP *Robbie misses a step, but Sport
catches him, turns the misstep into a dip* S: Careful!
S: If you could say (if I could say?) that opposites attract (yeah
I’d say so)
I want you here (with you?) with me! To always watch my back!
Together we-(in harmony!) until the end of time…
R, speaking: I guess I don’t HAVE to kick you out of town, after all….
But to be fair, the contact that Camila had signed ended. Her contractual obligations to the group ended and the contract offered her an exit for when the contract expired.
We all know how restrictive and controlling their contracts were and how they didn’t have much control over anything. It would’ve been hard for all 5 of the girls to have the dreams and careers of the other 4 resting in the palm of their hands.
Imagine if 1 was exhausted and wanted to take a break from performing and have a few weeks or months off. They couldn’t. Because then they would be putting the careers of the other 4 girls on the line. So they would just have push through it. Go past their limits.
Think about it…when she had her horrific anxiety, it was the same year she turned 18 (the legal age of consent) and wasn’t protected from Management and the Label by the Child Labor Laws. Yes, she was restricted and controlled before that, but once she turned 18, her contract went into full motion. Management and the Label could use her fully and do what they want with her without the need of consent from her parents.
In all honesty, yes I am sad. Fifth Harmony was a big reason why I got through my depression. But I want Camila to be happy. And if her contract was up and it offered her an exit and if she knew that leaving now would be best for her and her health and if she knew she would be happier…then I’m okay. I just want her to be healthy and happy.
And she’ll probably have more control over her career and the music she’ll make.
Hopefully she’ll take a few months off and relax and spend time with her parents and especially her sister Sofia. Make up for the time she lost and missed with her when she was traveling and Sofia was growing up.
I’m still going to love and support Camila and I’m still going to love and support Ally, Dinah, Lauren and Normani. The 5 of them have achieved a lot these past 4 and a half years. They’ve made history multiple times this year alone, they were named the greatest girl group of the decade, and they’ve made fans that will last a lifetime.
Yoi prompt setting: they are moving in together (or at least one of them gets a new apartment where they both can stay) but it needs to be painted! They need painting help (enter yuurio..?), argue on colors, ending in paint war and bath time. Sound good?
“Why do I have to help?” Yuri trailed along behind the two old losers through the hardware store.
“Because we’re letting you pick the color for your room” Victor reminded him as he looked longingly at a shade of bright pink. He looked hopefully at Yuuri and pouted when he got a no.
Yurio kicked at the floor and glanced at the rows of paint when his eyes lit up.
“Okay! Two of the walls are going to be this!” He held up a purple tin of paint in triumph.
“And the other two?” Yuuri asked with a raised eyebrow.
Yuuri made a face but nodded and Yuri happily started putting tins in the trolley.
“That’s not fair! Why does Yuri get purple if I can’t have pink!” Victor whined.
“I didn’t say you couldn’t have pink just not HOT pink. How about this rose one? It’s softer and more beautiful, like you.” Yuri had to give Katsudon credit, he knew how to handle the old man. Victor had melted and was kissing Yuuri’s face while Yuuri loaded the trolley with their choices.
Most of the walls were fine in their new house but the bedrooms were all hideous colours. So they decided they’d all have a room to decorate. Yuuri had the right to veto their bedroom and because he shared it and because he was nice he gave Yuri right to veto the color for the third bedroom which was now the game room.
But Yuri didn’t have any objection to the sky blue that Yuuri picked so they made their way back home with their purchases.
Makkachin and Poyta were with Yakov while they redecorated so they didn’t need to worry about their fur babies as they rolled up their sleeves. Their plan was to do one room at a time and sleep in the ones that didn’t stink of paint.
First up was the game room.
They covered the floor and furniture with the dust clothes and got started. Yuuri had his phone connected to a bluetooth speaker in the middle of the room as they worked, his musical taste having enough variation to make both the Russians only grumble sometimes.
For awhile they worked in harmony until Yuri reached the end of where he could reach with his brush.
He scowled up at the wall and was just reaching the point where he was going to swallow his pride and ask for the roller with the long handle when Victor slidled over to him.
“What’s wrong Yura? Do you need a highchair?” God Victor was such an ASS sometimes.
“Fuck off Victor” he growled.
“Language! Did you learn that in preschool today?” Victor had that shit eating grin on his face for about as long as it took for Yurio to swipe his paintbrush over Victor’s forehead.
He looked stunned for moment before his eyes narrowed and he ran his brush down Yurio’s face.
They stood there glaring at each other for a moment and then both dived for their paint trays to load up on more paint.
They fought brutally but silently paint smearing all over the other.
Yuuri, continued on blissfully as they flung paint at each other until Victor missed a huge wet gob of paint flicked from his brush and smacked Yuuri in the back of the head.
Both Russians froze as Yuuri stopped humming and raised a hand to the back of his head. They watched in horror as Yuuri brought his hand back in front of him to look at his blue covered fingertips.
He sighed and turned around. Victor had one hand on Yuri’s head, his arm still flung out towards Yuuri. Yuri was bent over, his brush mid swipe across Victor’s stomach. Both of them were covered in paint. It was in their hair, all over their face and over every single piece of clothing they had on.
Their hands were completely blue.
Yuuri raised and eyebrow.
“He started it!” They both yelled straightening up and pointing at each other.
Yuuri looked down, his hands on his hips and sighed deeply.
“Well,” he started as he bent down “We can always get more paint” He stood up with the gallon tin of paint and threw it over the two Russians who squealed and tried to dodge but only managed to get in each other’s way.
Victor and Yuri weren’t dumb. They knew their only hope was to team up against the new threat.
Now that Yuuri knew about the paint fight they didn’t need to be quiet and the three skaters squealed and swore and some of the paint even made it to the walls.
Exhausted and smurf coloured they fell to the floor laughing.
“Let’s try not to do this in the other room” Yuuri said eventually as they got their breath back.
“No promises” Yurio answered, Victor just gave thumbs up, the old man was definitely showing his age.
“Okay! Bath time!” Yuuri stood up and helped a groaning Victor to his feet, “Yurio you better take the main bathroom, we’ll use our ensuite. Let’s just leave the paint covered clothing here so we don’t make the whole house blue”
Yuri made his way to the main bathroom in his boxers, only smirking a bit when he heard Victor whining about how the paint would add to his hair loss.
He started with a shower and scrubbed as much of the paint off him that he could. Then he ran a hot bath and continued to scrub at it in the water.
There was a lot of paint.
He didn’t look up when there came a tap on the door.
“Come in!” he called. All his visits to the onsen at Yutopia had made him get over any modesty issues. They were all dudes and it was just bathing after all.
Yuuri, shower pink poked his head in.
“Do you need help with your hair? Victor and I couldn’t get it out without helping so I thought I’d see if I could help you while Victor ordered us dinner.
“That would be a huge help thanks”
Yuuri came over and took the shampoo from the edge of the bath, getting Yuri to lean forward as he got to work scrubbing the paint out of his hair.
Yuri let himself relax as Yuuri hummed happily.
“Hey Katsudon?” Yuri said softly as Yuuri filled up a tub with water to rinse Yuri’s hair.
Yuuri stopped puzzled.
Yuri squirmed, he wasn’t good at this stuff.
“For letting me move in with you guys and shit. I know you have your own lives and don’t need a teenager around. But…it’s nice so thanks.” behind him Yuuri smiled before pouring the water over Yuri’s head.
“Well you’re welcome but it’s no hardship. You’re my friend and you’re like a brother to Victor though he’ll never admit it. He’s as stubborn as you” Yuuri laughed and stood up, “Okay your hair is now clean and dinner should be here soon so come out when you’re ready”
“Whatever” but Yuri was smiling despite as he tried to hide it.
Yuuri pretended not to notice and went to leave but then paused and turned back.
“The next time Victor teases you about your height just tease him about his forehead being too wide. Sooner or later he’ll learn. It’s not like he means it anyway, it’s just his way of showing his love” Yuuri then left and Yuri sat back in the tub and laughed and laughed.
You are of an extraordinary gentle and empathetic nature. You like it when you have a certain silk string in your life you can pull yourself along. At first it seems you are easy to harm wherefore you learned to build a carapace around you. Don’t let strange things deter you too fast. On the other way around, once you have found someone or something of meaning to you, it is very likely that you will stick with it until the very end. Everything harmonious beauty and outerworldy fascinates you, feeling very close to the cosmos and the infinite widths of the mind and soul. You want to fill your life with sense and justice, are respected and don’t hide that you enjoy this. Despite your philosophical tendencies and the urge to free yourself from rigid ideas and traditions, you long to carry your point.
Buffyverse headcanon: I was watching
earlier today and it got me thinking about dimensions in the Buffyverse.
We know there’s endless amounts of them, so specific that there’s even a world without shrimp. We also know that Cordelias wish of Buffy never coming to Sunnydale was broken in their dimension, but it didn’t seize to exist now did it? In
we learn that this alternative reality is still a reality in another dimension. So what if the majority of dimensions in existence, was created and shaped by vengeance demons?
(Bare with me, cause this is where things get a bit more complicated)
Lets say every wish granted created a split timeline. One where the wish was granted, and one where the wish was broken by a demon having their power center destroyed (just like what happened with Anya in
The Wish). And in all these dimensions a version of each vengeance demon still exist, active and granting wishes, and creating more realities with each wish.
It can be smaller changes such as; “I wish shrimp didn’t exist”. Or larger things that would shape more distinctive realities such as; “I just wish this whole world could feel peace, and live in harmony until the end of time”, creating the heaven Buffy was sent to. Or the reversed type of reality; “I really wish me and my 2 friends could rule the world”, being wished by a mind of rage and hatred (or granted by a vengeance demon that likes to interpret the wishes a bit grander than they actually are, like Anya in Beneath You), creating the hell dimension Glory and the 2 other hell gods ruled over for eons.
Since people have made wishes at random and seemingly unrelated to their vengeance while rambling (like Cordelia wanting revenge on Xander, ending up wishing that Buffy never came to Sunnydale), makes this dimensional creating, timeline splitting theory extremely plausible for me.
I also like this idea since it’s a fairly accurate representation of how vengeance works; Vengeance only feeds the hate, making it grow and expand instead of eliminating it.