scene in the fog

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a waterfall of mist flowing over golden cliffs of west bay in dorset. noted the videographer, “when i walked on to the beach i couldn’t see anything because of the fog. i could barely see the top of the cliffs. i sent up my drone well above the cliffs to see what was happening and i could see the fog just flowing over the cliffs like a waterfall. 

normally, hot air will cool as it rises, but the opposite can sometimes occur in what is known as temperature inversion, where hot air high up acts as a seal to keep cold air and fog trapped below, creating the scene of a river of fog seeming to flow into the sea below. (x)

Character A is injured. Character B is still listed as their emergency contact.



“So, anyway, I drove about, I don’t know, four hours? Yeah, four I think it was to get the teacup pig- I mean who wouldn’t want a teacup pig, right?”

The girl- Nicole, Lily had said- stared much to excitedly at Sirius from across the restaurant table. Lily must have been joking when she said they would get on. She had to have been joking.

Sirius tried for a smile, “Uh. Yeah, right.”

The girl let out a shriek, “Right! I mean, it was a bit sketchy, honestly. The woman didn’t even ask my name. But I got the pig so, whatever, right?”

Nicole reached for her water, eyes trained expectantly on Sirius.

“I-“ Sirius had nothing, absolutely nothing to say. “Right…”

Nicole offered a slightly less enthusiastic, more uncomfortable smile, “Okay, maybe not everyone wants a teacup pig then… Whatever.”

Sirius had just enough mind to feel slightly guilty for not playing into the story a little more, when his phone rang.

He didn’t even try to feel guilty for the relief that flooded through him at the sound.

That had to be Lily calling him to tell him it was all a joke and that he was the most gullible person on this planet. Please be Lily. He dug into his coat pocket.

“Hello?”

Faded sirens filled his ear, then the voice of a woman.

“Hello, is this Mr. Sirius Black?”

Sirius’ brow knit, and he held up a finger to Nicole who seemed to be having trouble getting her pasta noodles to stay on her fork and payed him no mind.

“Yes.” He said as he closed the restaurant door, wrapping an arm around himself and his thin sweater against the cold. He tried to push down the worry in his chest at the formal tones, “Yeah, speaking.”

“Mr. Black, I’m calling from Mercy Hospital on behalf of Remus Lupin. Unfortunately, there has been an accident…”

A ringing made its way up from Sirius’ heart into his ears, chilling him. Accident. It was like he was now listening to the world through cotton.

Remus. In an accident. Sirius’ heart beat against his skull. Remus who he hadn’t stopped thinking about for months. Remus who he hadn’t seen for months.

An accident an accidentanaccident.

Hospital

An accident

“Remus…”

Sirius brought a hand up to his mouth, stomach churning.

“Mr. Black? Mr. Black, are you there-“

“Yes. Yes, I-“ He pressed the hand over his eyes, “What- is he-” His voice sounded much too horse, like he’d been shouting. Please tell me he’s okay.

“I wasn’t on call sir, I’m afraid I don’t know the details. ”

Sirius closed his eyes, hand dropping to the brick wall. He felt like he was holding himself together, “Right. Right.”A thought occurred to him, “Wait.”

“Yes, sir?”

“Why are you- I mean, why did you call me? I don’t..” Why not James? Lily? His parents?

“Well, you’re his emergency contact, so…”

Emergency contact? Sirius’ heart sped up, fear combining with the lingering longing for Remus he’d been trying to suppress to a simmer for what felt like forever. It flared up, burning a hole in his chest through and through. Despite the fact that Remus had probably just forgotten about it, Sirius’ heart warmed.

“Right. Thank you. Thanks, I’ll be- in a bit.” He shook his head, he wasn’t making sense.

He didn’t even think he made eye contact with Nicole when he grabbed his jacket and threw (probably too much) money onto the table.

Remus.

It was the only thing going through his mind.


The cabbie tried to talk to him on the ride there but he either didn’t hear the words or doesn’t remember what he said. The city lights were streaks of color in his eyes, and they stayed streaks when the cab stopped moving. He tripped on the curve. It was wet, and red and blue ambulance lights reflected in the puddled yellow surface. When had it started to rain? Sirius saw the sirens but heard only his own breath. The doors opened by themselves and he nearly tripped again. Everything was too white now.

“Remus.” He gasped at the woman behind the desk. He wiped wet hair from his forehead, leaning heavily against the counter, “Remus.”

She obviously recognized him from their phone call not moments before. She got up, motioning for him to follow through another set of doors that opened by themselves. His eyes told him she had started talking to, his ears didn’t.

She stopped outside of a room. 221. This door didn’t open by itself and Sirius was left, hands pressed to the hard wood and face alined with the small window. His heart went to his throat, his stomach into knots.

The scene wasn’t chaotic, but it wasn’t peaceful either. Sirius’ breath fogged up the glass and Remus momentarily looked as if he were asleep on a cloud, not a hospital bed. The sight was angelic and disturbing; it looked too far away. Sirius pushed open the door, wiping the glass as he did and Remus was back in the hospital bed and much, much closer. Panic threatened to simmer up again.

Sirius expected to feel out of place. He expected to feel as if someone else should be here. Remus would want someone else here. Right? But he didn’t. He felt just as draw to Remus now as he had any other day, maybe even more so with the whites of the hospital making him look pale and delicate.

“Drunk driver.”

Sirius jumped at the voice from behind him and turned to see the nurse from the phone flipping through Remus’ chart. She glanced up at him, then nodded her head to Remus, “He’s very lucky, you know.”

Sirius looked at her, then back to Remus with his slowly purpling eye, his bloodied lip, the IV and white bandage striped across his shoulder like a seatbelt.

“Lucky..” He breathed.

The nurse closed it with a clatter, hanging it back on the bed end, “Lucky. To be alive. To have someone come running at a moment’s notice. Honestly, what was that, five minutes?”

Sirius blinked at her. He didn’t know how long it had been.

She just smiled sympathetically and placed a hand on his shoulder, “He’s going to be fine. I’d still stay though. It’s good to have a familiar face around when they wake up.”

Even one they probably hate?

Sirius almost voiced this question, when he realized he had been left alone, door swinging shut behind her. Left alone to stare at Remus’ slowly breathing form on the bed.

Guilt washed through him in sudden, powerful waves.

If I hadn’t let you walk out would you still be in here?

Sirius took a breath and it shuttered its way through him. That was stupid. It had been months ago. There’s no way of knowing…

“Fuck.” He breathed, shuffling a little and looking around. He thought about sitting on the bed, but he wasn’t sure what Remus would do- how he would feel- when he woke up, and he didn’t think close proximity was the best way to find out. He pulled at the stool by the wall instead, wincing when it scraped against the tiles much louder than he had anticipated. He picked it up, placing it next to the bed carefully. He sat awkwardly and straight.

He might have sat there for hours, might have been minutes. Time passed sluggishly, then seemed to speed up, then slow again. His eyes slipped closed, he slumped forward onto the bed, just as dawn was filtering through the blinds and casting lines of warm light across Remus’ face.

Be okay. Sirius said it even in his dreams. Please be okay.

He woke up to a light tapping at his shoulder, long fingers shaking gently. It took him seconds to remember where he was and he sat up too fast, straining his neck.

“Fuck- Remus-“ His eyes went right to Remus, eyes roaming his face, searching for any alarming reasons for Remus to be waking him.

Perhaps the most alarming part of that search was that Remus didn’t look alarmed at all. Or that his hand had slid down Sirius’ shoulder and into his palm. Or that his fingers were gripping Sirius’.

Sirius stared at their hands for a moment, before slowly looping his fingers around Remus’ too, “Remus…”

Remus didn’t say anything. He just looked at their hands too. His eye was fully swollen now, cheek pushing it closed a little, but his lip looked slightly better. The bandage on his chest was clean so Sirius guessed that was good. And Remus just sat there, holding his hand. Sirius’ heart beat. He was utterly helpless against the feeling of Remus’ cool fingers, so utterly helpless.

“Before I blacked out,” Remus’ voice was barely there. He coughed weakly, but shook his head when he saw Sirius eye the cup of water on the bedside table.

“Before I blacked out,” he began again, eyes moving back to their hands, “I was thinking about you.”

Sirius was so, so helpless, “Re…”

“I was hoping they’d call you. I couldn’t remember if..” He coughed again, and this time Sirius took matters into his own hands, holding the cup out. When Remus didn’t take it, he raised it to Remus’ lips, but Remus covered the top, shaking his head, “I was coming to you-“ Another coughing fit but Sirius barely heard it this time.

I was coming to you.

Sirius stared at Remus, wide-eyed. He felt his heart frantically trying to keep up with his lungs, “God, Remus. God, if something had really gone wrong, if you-“

“I’m not-“ He cut himself off again and Sirius sighed.

“For fuck sake, drink.” He didn’t let Remus refuse this time.

When Remus had drained half the glass he let his head fall back against his pillows, eyes staying on Sirius, and hand gripping tighter, “I’m not blaming you. I’m not, Sirius, listen to me. Jesus.”

Sirius couldn’t help it. He pressed his lips to Remus’ knuckles, encasing the chilly hand in both of his own. If something had happened if something had happened his mind kept replaying. He would had never known. You would’ve never got the chance to tell him.

Remus’ eyes flutter at the small gesture and he sighs, “I missed you. God, I’ve missed you so much, Pads, and look, look what happened. We can’t-“ Sirius hears the heart monitor pick up and he shifts onto the edge of the bed, hand pushing through Remus’ hair, trying to calm him.

“We can’t waste a day.” Remus’ eyes are pleading and golden in the dawn light. He breathes for a second, turning his face into Sirius’ palm, “I can’t spend another day. Not like this. Not without you. Anything can happen at any time and- and if something happened and I didn’t have you-“ The monitor starts to pick up again and Remus’ chest is heaving against the bandages and Sirius does the only thing he can think of.

He kisses Remus. It’s soft, and more on the corner of his mouth than anything, to avoid his injury, but its like he can breathe again. His thumb runs along his jaw as he pulls away, forehead against forehead,

“Take it easy love, okay? You don’t have to spend-“ He closes his eyes, “Fuck, Re. Fuck, if you’ll have me you never have to spend another fucking second without me. If I had it my way, I wouldn’t leave your side. I’d never…” Sirius just shakes his head, pressing a kiss to Remus’ forehead, “Okay?”

Remus’ eyes are hooded and sleepy when Sirius looks back to him, but he’s smiling. A smile Sirius knows is reserved just for him, and one he hasn’t seen in a lifetime.

Sirius’ thumbs lightly over the swollen part of Remus’ lip, “Don’t you ever do that to me again, okay? I- fucking hell, Re-“ His voice breaks at the end and he can’t continue.

“I know.” Sirius’ can feel the heart monitor on Remus’ finger press into his cheek, “I was scared too.”

a small scene in the lucio short is where he sees a tree fog in the middle of the road while pursuing criminals and just quickly picks him up and puts him on a leaf

We could get struck by lightning, but you want to kiss in the rain.

Request: could you do #18 from the prompt list pleease? :)

#18 from the new prompt list! (I love your writing btw its my favourite)

Summary:…… It’s a surprise.

Originally posted by gounderoos

Rain thrummed down on the roof in a steady, continuous beat. The scene outside had been fogged by a misty grey illusion displayed from the unfaltering, downpour. A comforting aura had been set since morning from the damp weather, and it was one that you lived, and lusted for the most. The pelting waterfall from the clouds blanketed you with relaxation and delight, as you sat in your window seat, hugged by an over size knitted sweater and warm glass of tea coaxed between your hands. Hours have ran by the clocks, but to you it felt like minutes since you’ve sat down and pondered out the picture window at the range of raindrops. You had not a care in the world, you could sit there all day gazing at everything and nothing for as long as it poured. 

Slipping past your attention, Peter had finally woken up and dragged himself out of the alluring bed you both shared, and slogged into the living room. He wiped the sleep out of his brown watery eyes with his palm, eager to clearly see your figure in the pale, gloomy light. His naked back pressed against the chilling, dark leather chair, tensing his muscles and yanking any drowsiness that remained in his system. He looked upon you, his love, sitting comfortably cross legged in a faded peach colored sweatshirt, and black knee high socks. The over sized fabrics kept most of your complexion hidden, except for a slit between the end of your socks and the hem of your shirt, daring Peter to try and look away. 

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So said he, and bright-eyed goddess Athena smiled
and caressed him with her hand. She appeared in the form
of a beautiful tall woman skilled in splendid works.
And, voicing winged words, she said to him:
“He’d have to be thievish and cunning to surpass you
in all your wiles, even if it were a god who met you.
Reckless one, intricate plotter, insatiable in your wiles,
you wouldn’t, even in your own land, forgo your frauds
and thievish words, that are, from the ground up, dear to you.
But come, let’s talk of this no longer. Both of us know
cunning arts, since you’re by far the best among all mortals
in speeches and in counsel, while among all the gods
I’m celebrated for cunning arts and wisdom. Yet you didn’t recognize
Pallas Athena, the daughter of Zeus, who’s ever
by your side, and guards you in all your labors”…

The Odyssey, book 13, translated by James Huddleston

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La brume dans mes Lunettes

Location:  378 Rue Saint-Zotique E

Metro station: Beaubien

Hello friends ♡ It’s certainly been a while since I’ve written on this blog… I apologize for that - I’ve been caught up with school and midterms, but I tried my best to update my Instagram at least (IG: legendoftamar). 

I come back to talk about one of my all time favorite coffee shops in Montreal. I’ve been saving this one because it’s not only one of the best I’ve gone to, but it also holds a special place in my heart. 

Let’s take ourselves back about a few months ago. On a cold November morning. Fall had just given in to an overwhelming snow storm, introducing winter to Montreal. When the first snowfall hits Montreal, a lot changes in the city. People get angrier, drivers forget how to drive, students arrive to school an hour into their lecture, the bus system gets suspended; basically, everyone loses their mind. Including me. 

I woke up that morning in a bad mood. I was in a bad mood not because of the snow. I was in a bad mood every morning. To understand why, we have to take ourselves back to many other moments of my life and frankly we don’t have time to relive so much of the past. Long story short, I have anxiety. And at that point of my life, it was taking over. I couldn’t deal with it and I didn’t want to deal with it and instead I woke up every morning in a miserable mood. I put on my makeup and put on my smile and went on with my day. But this morning, something in me changed. Maybe it was the snow that made me go insane. 

I was determined to go to a cafe before school. To leave the stress behind for a few hours. To runaway to a place I felt comfortable and at ease. I decided to take an earlier bus to the metro and make it to a cafe I had been wanting to go for so long. And where does the insanity come into play? The coffee shop was a good 10 minute walk away from the metro station. A 10 minute walk in a snow storm. In Montreal. Not Vancouver - where their snowstorm is basically 3 snowflakes per hour. It was pouring and the wind was insane but I still did it. The snow made me lose my rational thinking, but sometimes it’s good to be illogical and just go for it. I was the only one walking on the streets. My motivation impressed me. However, I should mention that I also forgot to save the route to the shop since I didn’t have cellphone data. I walked up and down streets like a lost little pigeon.. in a  middle of a snowstorm… but I found the place eventually. You couldn’t imagine my happiness when I saw “La Brume” through my snow-covered glasses.

As I was going in, I thought how lucky I was going to be to have the whole place to myself since no one else is as crazy as me to go out on a day like this. But when I opened the door, I realized the cafe was packed. To almost its limit. I could hear laughter, coffee brewing, milk being steamed, keyboard typing. I could smell freshly made pastries and fresh coffee. And the coffee shop scene I was witnessing - of baristas running around, students working and friends talking - was beautiful. Coming in from an almost deserted winter storm, where only the snowflakes dared to dance in the wind, I was greeted with warmth and people. The barista spotted me in the crowd of people and said hello from behind his counter. Sitting down in a little corner on the bar by the window, I looked around and all I could feel was happiness. Coffee lovers’ passion for coffee and company is contagious. I caught myself smiling and it wasn’t part of the make up this time. This was better than having the place to myself. 

This shop really does live up to its name. “La Brume dans mes Lunettes” means “fog in my glasses” in French. All their windows were fogged up, which gave the shop a gorgeous feel and isolated the cafe from the cold scene of the winter storm. My actual glasses did fog up also when I came in, so bonus points for that! I also realized the cafe had a little corner for an individual seating by two windows which was probably their best seat. Maybe I’ll get it next time. The walls were covered with interest art and decorations. Their main aesthetic was wooden. It was an overall beautiful cafe.

I spent an hour pretending to read my Differential Equations notes, but really all I was doing was taking pictures of my latte. But it made me happy. And sometimes, that’s all that matters. Sometimes you have to treat yourself to a beautiful moment - outside of school, outside of routine, or just outside, in a snowstorm.. It’s important to take some time to regenerate. If you’ve been going through a tough time - may it be for a few years or a few days - and you suddenly get the urge to spoil yourself by running away from reality for a little bit, do it. If you’ve been working hard to try to figure out life and doing your best to be your best, then you deserve having moments that make you happy. Getting out of your usual cycle can make you see life in a different way and put a lot in perspective. In my case, it allowed me to stop. Take a breath. Freeze in the cold. Rethink. Regenerate. And decide. Decide that I wanted to be happy. Decide that I wanted to stop being a slave to my anxiety and start learning to deal with it.

The Guide to Moon Lovers Deleted Scenes

It includes deleted and extended scenes, but also different camera angles that were shown in the previews, but not in the actual episodes.

(Warning: EXTREMELY LONG POST WITH PICSPAM! It took a lot of time and effort to create this list so please refrain from stealing and reposting!!!)

Episode 1

Riding to Songak

The various previews and trailers show many shots of Wang So riding to the Goryeo capital which never made it into the aired episode.

Episode 2

Beating a Prince

This is not a deleted scene, just a long shot shown in the preview, but not making it to the aired episode.

The Royal Apology Part 1

The episode 2 preview shows Wang So making a disbelieving sneer, similar to the one he makes in the actual episode after he hears HS demanding an apology from him, but the background behind him is different just as is the camera angle – so it’s either a deleted scene, a deleted part of this particular scene or simply a different version of it.

The Royal Apology Part 2

Talking about different camera angles, it’s clear that the PD used different camera angles in the previews and in the aired episodes. Just compare these screencaps – in the drama version the PD changes camera angle when he shows WS’s reaction after HS avoids his „apology“, however, in the preview we see his reaction from the previous camera angle.

Eun’s Black Eye

The episode 2 preview shows Jimong, BA and Won laughing at Eun’s black eye – while the scene stayed in the aired episode, this particular moment never appeared in the final cut.

The Queen and the 3rd Prince

An undescribed scene between Queen Yoo and Yo.

The Wolf Killer

The flashback showing WS surviving his fight with the wolves ends with him throwing the torch while standing on the slope of the hill with the Kangs below; however, the released stills reveal that the scene actually continued with Wang So making it down the hill and confronting the Kangs about their attempt to kill him.

Episode 3

A Stolen Look

Just before Wang So leaves Soo and Wook in the bamboo forest, he steals a look at HS and while the moment stayed in the aired episode, we only see him look away from her, not actually the moment of him slowly, almost secretly looking at her. That moment is only shown in the previews and you can see a hint of something more, something deeper in So’s eyes there.

Wang So’s Nightmare

The moment with little Wang So tied up as a hostage shown as a memory in episode 14 was originally a scene deleted from episode 3. Hae Soo came to his room to return his butterfly hairpin, but left when she saw him having a nightmare about his childhood. Supposedly the Chungju Yoo clan and Shinju Kang clan had a feud between them, so when the Yoo army was attacking the Kangs for some reason, they put So up there to stop the attack. In episode 3, So wakes up and follows Hae Soo to the stone piles and they have a discussion about motherhood (a scene which was added in the rebroadcast version) that leads So to eventually decide on covering up his mother’s plot.This is also why when Wang So tells Hae Soo that he’ll be living in the palace, she tells him to stop having nightmares. It would be such a poignant scene because it’d show that even his nightmares are actually real because So’s life has been one huge nightmare until he met Hae Soo.

The Ride to the Monastery

Originally, Wang So’s ride to the monastery in episode 3 was supposed to be slightly longer, just like his ride to Songak in episode 1.

Burning It All Down

The final cut of episode 3 shows Wang So only in the aftermath of setting the temple on fire; however the previews, stills and the way how the camera follows him after he kills the head monk reveal that the entire scene of So setting everything on fire was filmed.

Even the aftermath scene outside of the temple was longer, revealing more of Wang So’s reaction to what he has done. In the drama, we only see him completely destroyed and numb. However, based on this preview still it’s clear that while he initially felt rage and satisfaction after leaving the temple, as everything he did sunk in he started to feel remorse and numbness which is shown in the aired version of the episode.

Episode 4

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First DR Characters as Unique Aesthetics:

Makoto Naegi:

Calm nature, rain droplets, the smell of a woodstove burning in winter, dewdrops, a breeze over a rolling meadow, sephia photography, 

Kyoko Kirigiri:

Fog falling upon a valley, looking down the train tracks, abandoned and run-down homes, lavender pastels, braided hair, leather gloves, creaky floorboards, 

Aoi Asahina:

Water ripples, pastel sweets, muscled bodies, snapchat filters, underwater photography, varsity jackets, feather earrings, 

Byakuya Togami:

Modern architecture, cursive handwriting, porcelain skin, antique coins, paperwork strewn over an executive desk, secret love notes hidden away, 

Yasuhiro Hagakure:

Cracked glass, smooth stones lying in a wicker basket, neon signs, dreadlocks, tarot cards, opalite, rainbows cast through translucent glass, black lace, dreamcatchers, neatly written notes, 

Sakura Oogami:

Bruises as they lighten to yellow, fresh bindings, fallen cherry blossoms, water swept beneath a bridge, disturbed dust upon a surface, sweat upon skin, 

Hifumi Yamada:

Pastel hair, seifukus, pigtails, winged humans, manga clips, grid patterns, sketch art, pink chocolate, striped drinking straws, starry eyes, 

Mondo Owada:

Pristine motorcycles, long coats, greaser hair, cigarette smoke, drive-in theatres, baggy pants, make out movie scenes, scribbled out road signs, scars, fogged car windows, 

Celestia Ludenberg:

Spiral staircases, skin out from beneath foggy rose water, stiletto nails, checkered tiles, antique bottles, portrait lockets, Goth clothing, dark lips, dried blood, velvet dresses, 

Junko Enoshima:

Glitter hair roots, hair bows, ribbons, blue eyes, long lashes, crowns, chokers, magazine clips, rotary phones, miniskirts, plaid, corsages, heart boxes of chocolates, 

Mukuro Ikusaba:

Exposed tattoos, sleek guns, engraved daggers, freckled faces, mirror images, foggy lakes, grey skies, murky water, bloody noses, combat boots, baggy sweaters, 

Kyotaka Ishimaru:

Button-ups, lace-up boots, stark white hair, scarlet irises, empty hallways, hanging banners, dawn light through the window, jackets coated in badges, chalk drawings on the sidewalk, 

Chihiro Fujisaki:

Clean desktops, typography, fractals, equations on grid paper, tears of joy, stripes, the shade beneath the trees, organized folders on a computer, long embraces, plants grown between the keyboard, neat and tidy wires, 

Toko Fukawa:

Ink blots, vintage books, attics, leather and lace garters, lipstick hidden on a man’s collar, satin sheets, handcuffs, typewriters, dominance and submissiveness, 

Sayaka Maizono:

Pastel pink, strawberry milk, porcelain tea cups, city skylines, stage lights, glitter dust, makeup brushes, selfies, cat-ear headbands, swishing skirts, 

Leon Kuwata:

Bold eyeliner, studs for piercings, stuck out tongues, exposed skin, ripped jeans, tattoo sleeves, French kissing, bitten lips, messy apartments, smokey eyes, dramatic stages,