the music of a people who will not be slaves again

WARNING: SERIOUS OVERLOAD OF FEELING OVER A BEAUTIFUL AND SPECIAL BIRTHDAY BOY AHEAD!

Today is the birthday of a young man so amazing, so fantastic, the world stops when his name is mentioned (or at least my world)

Today is the birthday of the one and only Min Yoongi also known as Suga or Agust D.

The first time I discovered Suga was a year and a half ago. Indeed, I had just signed up to kpop amino and someone added me to a ‘Suga appreciation chat’. And since i then wanted to fit in I was like ‘yea of course i know him’ while quickly searching for him. And before i Knew it I was trapped. 

Min Yoongi is passionate

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Sexy

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So…. dangerous

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He is so talented. He can rap, dance, compose and write lyrics… and I’m sure there’s so much more that he can do that we don’t know about

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(Even though he does like to just lie down sometimes… and by sometimes i mean always)

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This Young man is someone who has 3 different personalities.

1. Suga- The idol

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The one slaving away with the constant rapping and dance, the one who is on stage slaying every time, making you forget your own name. 

2. Agust D

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That is the badboy that wants to say all the raw emotions and feelings that he cannot say, that he must not say if he wants to have his career as it is. That is the one who does not filter himself, who will tell stories that are seen as taboo in the society he lives.

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3. Min Yoongi

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Now that…. that is the soul behind the body… That is the boy who sold his everything for music… his mind, his body by working countless of hours and so much more. that is the boy tormaned deep inside. Agust D told the stories of a boy with social anxiety, depression, possible suicidal thoughts, but that is the story behind Min Yoongi. A boy who’s passions have not always been accepted. A boy who just wanted to create music and just have people listen to him.  

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This boy always tried to stay as Suga, only to break when receiving the Artist of the Year award

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And honestly I love all the personas. After all, it shows that Yoongi is not someone who will shy away from what he has to say. He will not keep quiete just because something is labeled as taboo.

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And he is not someone who will just give up. he always fights and in this sense he tells us to fight. He shows us how to strive forward, to overcome our demons. 

Despite all his issues he remains so kind

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So loving

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 I mean, just look at him with the other members

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And of course, how can I not make a small Yoongi’s smile spam… after all it is so beautiful, so pure my heart breaks and heals at the same time.

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I genuinely hope that that smile never fades.

After all, Yoongi is such a beautiful human being, both inside and out. 

He is so hardworking, so loyal, so sweet, so….. Yoongi. He really is one of a kind. It always feels like an honour to see him on my screen, it seems like a privilege to see him genuinely smile. He does not deserve hate. He does not deserve misery. he does not deserve to feel lonely or hopeless or useless.

He is an inspiration, a reason to learn to move forward, to fight, to create, to try and of course to risk. 

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I hope he has inner peace and is healthy both physically and mentally. I hope his mental state no longer becomes ‘polluted’, hope his body will stay healthy.

If I am to be honest, no words can really describe how much I love this human being. He makes my heart flutter, my day brighten up. Its ridiculous really. After all, how could I have possible got so attached? But then again, perhaps that doesn’t matter. All I know is that the feeling is extremely positive, euphoric even and I truly, truly , truly hope that something or someone makes him as happy as he makes me, as he makes us- ARMYs. 

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Most of us, can’t give him much. In fact we can’t give him anything at all…. well, material wise at least. 

However, what we can give him, should give him, must give him is all of our support, love. It breaks my heart that, unfortunately, Yoongi will always get hate. After all, there will always be toxic people, jealous of some boy from Daegu actually making it, all while staying humble and true to himself. And of course, so funny.

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But what we should do is not attack, but simply to spread our love for this amazing young man. Be positive, write positive messages and so on. Flood him with our love.

After all, he deserves nothing less.

Min Yoongi is a  precious young man. He is beautiful in all aspects of live. he is hardworking, sexy, handsome, loyal, loving, caring, funny and so much more.

He pours his heart and soul into what he writes, what he creates in order to be able to connect to us, to reach out to us as well as to express himself.

Words cannot describe Min Yoongi. Trust me, its impossible.

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So happy birthday to the one and only Min Yoongi! We ARMYs have such an immense for you, you cannot even imagine… I have such an immense love and admiration for you!

Once again happy birthday! We are here for you.

Thank you for reading!

 Let’s spread the love for Min Yoongi!


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PS. I really want to appreciate this gif at it is a masterpiece

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And also…

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Big Game. [Lacrosse Week Smut]

A;N: I want to formally apologise that it has been so long. Y’all have been so patient and I love you guys! Anyways, this is for the wonderful @sarcasticallystilinski and @rememberstilinski ‘s Lacrosse Week! I hope y’all are ready. xoxo

Pairing: StilesStilinskixOC

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: Filth.

Word count: 5,933

Listen to me.

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A Beautiful Day for a Neighbor (Lin x Reader)

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Summary: You and Lin are neighbors, and as a result, hilarity ensues. 

Warnings: mentions of death, panic/anxiety attack, swearing, horrible google translate

Word Count: 9,371 (i am so sorry)

A/N: This isn’t necessarily a song fic, because the lyrics are mainly used as line breaks. And, obviously, I have to dedicate this and give credit to the lovely and magnificent Grace (@notthrowingawaymyfood ) She’s one of the reasons any of this got written, and her and I swapped many ideas. Thanks so much, my Alexander.

It’s a beautiful day in this neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor

“What the fuck,” you hissed, rudely awoken by the loud music being blasted from your neighbor’s house. You desperately tried to rub the exhaustion out of your eyes as you groggily sat up. You buried your face in your hands, sighing heavily and shaking your head.

Why did you move to this street into this house?

As if the realtor hadn’t been shady enough, he hadn’t even taken a second to say, “oh, right, your neighbor’s the most annoying asshole to walk this earth.”

You ripped the covers off of your body, exposing your legs to the cold air as you opened your window. You slightly leaned out of it, narrowing your eyes at your dancing neighbor through his open window.

“Hey!” You shouted clapping your hands in order to grab his attention. “What are you doing?!”

He turned to face you, his seemingly soft, black hair swishing to cover his eyes. He carded his fingers through his hair, shooting you a grin that was too positive for the time of day. “Looks like someone isn’t a morning person!”

You groaned audibly as you dug your fingers into your temples, a headache approaching from the loud music. “I don’t even know your name and you’re already giving me a headache.”

“It’s Lin, sunshine.” He rested his elbows against his windowsill, throwing a sarcastic smile at you.

“Well, that’s a stupid name!” you huffed, staring him down from the usually short ten-or-so feet that separated you from his house. His stupid fingers drummed against his stupid window as his stupid pearly-white teeth in his stupid little grin taunted you. His bright laugh that rang through the air was the color of the glittering sun, luminous and yellow and bursting with energy. ‘Hey—what are you laughing at?”

“Nothing,” a spurt of giggles escaped through his lips. “That was just really cute: you getting all mad like that.”

Your cheeks burned with the pink flush that crept up on you. You exhaled sharply, crossing your arms across your chest.

“He thinks he can just wake me up like that and try to be all smooth—no. I won’t allow it.” You cursed under your breath as he cocked his head to the side at your actions.

“You have to tell me your name, now!” He tilted his chin towards the sky, raising a challenging eyebrow.

You scoffed, glaring his way. “No I don’t!”

A cocky smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, his eyes twinkling like the moon still barely visible in the early morning sky. “Yes you do!”

“I certainly do not.”

“If you tell me your name I’ll shut off the music.”

You perked up at this, your eyes brightening as you raised your eyebrows in disbelief. “Really? You would?”

He shrugged with uncertainty, a playful smile gracing his full lips.

“My name’s Y/N. Now can you turn off the damn music?” You gave him a pleading look, tiredness evident in the bags under your eyes.

Lin stroked his almost nonexistent beard, his lips puckering to the side in thought before beaming at you.  “Hmmm…no.”

You gaped, making aimless gestures into the air. “But—you said—”

Lin raised his arms, his palms facing you in defense. “I didn’t say anything.”

You sighed heavily, folding your arms over themselves on your windowsill and resting your head. What were you going to do with this agitating man across from you? Your eyes flicked around his house, taking in the morning sun that nourished the half-wilted flowers sitting pretty near his porch. It seemed like him to not take care of his flowers.

“Do you want coffee?” Lin’s voice pulled you from your silent trance, his pleading eyes suddenly looking inviting. “You really look like you could use some coffee.”

You glared at Lin from your dark circle clad eyes, your mouth twisting into a frown. “I don’t want any coffee from you, I want you to turn your fucking music off so I can actually get some decent sleep.”

“Aw man, I had my Keurig all ready and everything.” His bottom lip poked out into a pout, his eyes having a very certain glitter to them that drew you in. You let out a breathy laugh, Lin’s glowing features washing over you like a crashing wave. His skin soaked in the sun as his disappointed expression was quickly replaced by a toothy grin.

“Maybe next time.” A ghost of a smile trailed along your lips.

“Oh? So there’s a next time?” Lin’s eyebrow quirked up, a smile of his own plastered on his face.

“No! I meant,” you sighed. What did you mean? “Sure, yeah. There’s a next time.”

Would you be mine?

Your eyebrows furrowed as you suppressed a groan, glaring fiercely at your fingers that pressed on the strings of your guitar. Your eyes flitted back to your phone screen that displayed the chords of your favorite song before settling on your fingers again. You shuffled your fingers around the nylon strings to match the picture on your phone next to you, strumming your pick hesitantly over the sound hole. You smiled brightly at the melodious sound that finally filled your room as you stretched and shook out your cramped fingers, readying yourself to learn another chord.

You squinted your eyes at your phone screen, examining the fingering for the next chord as a voice stretched across your yard and into your open window.

“Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men? It is the music of a people who will not be slaves again! When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drum, there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes!” Lin’s smooth, yet heavy, voice resounded as you set your guitar and pick gently on your bed. You swiftly stood up, sighing in frustration as you paced over to your window.

“Will you join in our crusa—”

“Excuse me, but some people are trying to learn guitar over here!” You shouted, cupping your hands around your mouth as Lin’s head snapped up to you, a smile gracing his features.

You heard his hearty laugh from his room as he cracked open his window just a bit more. “And how’s that going for you?”

Your mouth hung open as you gave him a disapproving look. Your gaze shifted to the floor as you dismissed his humor. “That’s none of your business,” you mumbled, lifting your head up to look at him. “What is that? What you were singing?”

Lin’s chocolate eyes widened, tilting his head towards you as his mouth formed the shape of an ‘o’. He gave you a look of disbelief. “It's—it’s from Les Miserables, you know, the musical?”

A state of confusion washed over you, your eyebrows knitting together as you looked at Lin incredulously. “Is that french for ‘fuck you?’”

Lin snickered, shaking his head at your antics. “No, actually it means—”

“I don’t even wanna know.” A hint of a smirk played on your lips, something Lin took notice of as he softly smiled. “What I wanna know is why my lovely guitar session was so rudely interrupted.”

Lin shrugged, at a loss for words as he gazed at you from his window. “I don’t think lovely is the word I’d use.”

You gasped, pursing your lips and squinting your eyes at Lin. He sent you a cheeky smile that set your chest ablaze and your heart to your throat. “You—You’re so annoying!” You huffed, unsure of what else to say as you dismissed the feeling that his dazzling grin gave you.

“Then why don’t you just close your window from time to time?” Lin cocked a challenging eyebrow, leaning forward on his elbows.

“I—” you abruptly stopped, gazing in thin air as you wracked your mind for an answer. “I don’t know.” Your voice was almost a whisper, yet Lin’s smile was gentle and inviting. It made you feel safe.

“Is it because my charming looks lure you to your window each day?” His assuring demeanor was immediately dropped and replaced with a humorous smirk as you rolled your eyes.

“That’s enough outta you.” You laughed, your fingers gripping your window as you slid it shut.

Could you be mine?

“Hey! Y/N!” Lin shouted from his window, a vibrant smile permanently on his face as he waved his arms in the air.

“What now?” You had abruptly stopped walking, spinning on your heel to turn to Lin as you feigned annoyance.

The truth was, Lin had consumed your thoughts: he had taken them over without your permission, and you were scared. You had a love/hate neighborly bond, and you loved every second of it, even when his lawnmower was just too damn loud. Even when you were overwhelmed with an urge to water his now fully wilted flowers. Even when he played his music so loud that you could hear it from your window, or when he danced ridiculously when he thought no one was watching.

“So, uh,” he turned around as he receded back into his room before returning to the window once again, holding a stack of envelopes. “I may have accidentally switched up your mailbox with mine and gotten your mail.”

“Wait, hold on, I want to make sure that I’m hearing this right.” You held up a finger, shushing Lin as you hung your head in disbelief. “How do you accidentally confuse our mailboxes from one another? That’s literally impossible.”

Lin shrugged, a desperate expression falling on his face. “Hey! I was really tired, you can’t blame me!”

“Lin, the mail gets here at three o’clock. That’s actually the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.”

“Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?” Lin’s bottom lip poked out as his pleading eyes resembled a lost puppy.

You let out a dramatic sigh, shooting Lin a smile. “I suppose so…” Lin’s entire face brightened before you pointed an accusing finger at him. “As long as you give me back my mail. I have really important stuff in there.”

Lin placed a finger on his bottom lip, cocking his head as his lips curled into a smirk. “What kind of important stuff?”

Stuff that could make or break my career, Lin.” You pressed your lips into a thin line, slightly annoyed at Lin’s ability to find this situation funny.

“And what’s your job?”

“I write biographies, okay? I need that mail.”

“Wait, for real?” Lin’s head snapped up, a curious glint in his eyes as a grin fell on his face.

You paused for a second at his sudden change of attitude, uncertain as to why Lin would find your job interesting. “I—yeah—I guess you could say that.”

No doubt I’ve read some of your work. What’s your full name?”

“Y/N L/N…?”

Lin suddenly slapped at the windowsill, pointing at you with a beam. “Oh my god, yeah! You write the biographies about people during the Revolution!”

You gaped in surprise, a smile slowly spreading on your lips at Lin’s recognition. “Yeah, I do! I can’t believe you’ve actually read my books.”

“Well, duh, they’re amazing.” Lin said in a matter of fact way. “I actually used some of them for research for my job.”

“And what do you do?”

“I write musicals, songs, I act. A bit of everything. I used your books to write a musical about Alexander Hamilton.”

“Wait, what?” Your eyebrows almost shot into the sky.

Lin’s face fell at your response, slapping a hand to his forehead. “Never mind, I knew it was—”

“No, no, no! Lin, that’s a great idea! That's—that’s genius!” Your eyes twinkled in astonishment as Lin instantly perked up. You both grinned at each other from your windows, barely able to hold in your excitement at the recent news.

“That’s a different reaction than what I usually get.” Lin chuckled humorlessly, mostly to cover up the memories of when his idea was considered unrealistic and unreasonable.

Your eyebrows knitted together, confused on how Lin’s idea could have cause a different reaction. “What do you mean?”

Lin pursed his lips, a finger to his chin in thought. “Most people, like…they thought it was ridiculous, for lack of a better word. It was either ‘who even is that?’ or ‘why would you do that?’ or ‘that’s never going to work.’ And it’s hard to ignore that, y’know? That’s why I didn’t tell so many people before the show started to take off. You have to get rid of the negative energy somehow, yeah?”

You nodded in comprehension, your gazed fixed to Lin as he talked generously with his hands moving about and you found yourself wondering why anyone would deny this man’s creative process. He was obviously an experienced writer and thinker, it should be clear to see that any idea he puts into his head eventually can find a way to work out.

“Yeah,” a faint smile ghosted your lips as you saw a bit of yourself in Lin. “I feel that. A small part of my family didn’t support my dream of writing when I first started, ‘cause it’s a slow process. I just kept going, even with the huge chance of my career failing. I had to at least try. If you don’t try you’ll never know what could’ve been.”

The sides of Lin’s vibrant eyes crinkled, his lips spreading into a soft smile of agreement. He clung onto every word that spilled from your mouth, not wanting this moment to end, not wanting to pretend that you “hated” each other. His voice was low with admiration and a bit of something else you couldn’t quite catch. “And look where it got you.”

“Look where it got me. Look where it got you.” Your eyebrows raised in emphasis, remembering that Lin had small relations to you before you had even met. Your gaze suddenly shifted to the many envelopes still in Lin’s hand. “Oh! I kinda need my mail back.”

A mischievous grin fell on Lin’s face as you glanced up at you from tilted head. “You want me to throw it to you?”

Your eyes practically shot out of your head, your mouth slightly open at his proposition. “No, Lin!”

“I’m gonna throw it to you. Right here. Between our houses.” Lin gestured slightly between you to emphasize the distance.

“Lin, you wouldn’t dare! I swear to God, if you drop my bills—”

“Okay, okay.” He raised both of his hands in surrender. “Then how are you gonna get your mail?”

“You can just, you know, put it in my mailbox. That is, if you don’t mix it up with yours.” An amused giggle escaped your lips.

His mouth spread into a sheepish grin, glancing to the envelopes. “I guess that could work too…” he muttered before he escaped your vision, soon emerging from his front door. You swiftly walked to the window that faced your front yard, squinting at the figure that waved your mail in the air, pointing at it as he placed it in your mailbox.

You saw his hand begin to reach for the flag, a smirk on his face and his eyes focused on you. You vigorously shook your head, violently waving your arms as if to say “don’t you dare.” He erupted into a fit of laughter, leaving the flag go as his face broke into a playful grin.

You shook your head dismissively, a smile creeping up on your lips as you stepped away from the window.

It’s a neighborly day in this beautywood, a neighborly day for a beauty

Later that night, your chin rested in your hands, your eyes trained on the faint stars that spilled across the vast night sky. Your couldn’t see many due to constant light pollution, but once in awhile you returned to your window and let the breezy air flood your senses. You liked to use it as a stress-relieving mechanism, and most of the time it worked well. You found peace in simply just people watching, observing your surroundings and taking the opportunities of inspiration that came to you.

That night had been different.

Your tranquil daze had been interrupted by a car driving past your street and pulling into Lin’s dimly lit driveway.

Your eyes immediately traveled to Lin, who climbed out of the driver’s seat, lightly jogging over to the passenger’s side and opening the door graciously. A fairly short woman hopped out, her brown, silky hair cascading down her back.

You felt your heart pang with an unfamiliar jealously as Lin hastily put his arm around the woman’s shoulders, the two of them giving each other similar warm smiles. They exchanged a few words before Lin’s eyes met yours as he smiled once again in recognition. He raised a hand and politely waved in your direction as you threw a faint wave back at him, your eyes trailing behind him and the woman as Lin’s door shut behind them with a click.

You let out a shaky breath as you ran your hands down your face, peeking at the moon through your cold fingers.

“God,” you laughed quietly, walking away from the window. You paced around your room thoughtfully before lying on your bed, a steady gaze burning a hole in your ceiling. “Why are you so difficult?” You whispered into thin air, seeking an answer from anyone.

Would you be mine?

Lin gazed into the white, drifting nimbus clouds littered across the horizon as he alternated between incessantly tapping his pencil against his full notepad and lightly chewing on the end of it.

He needed inspiration and he needed it quick.

Tackling songs for Moana was an absolute dream for Lin, however, his ideas were fleeting. Nothing was sticking and he felt utterly exhausted. He switched from chewing on his pencil to annoyingly tapping it just as you stepped out of your front door.

Lin took in your appearance, all the way from your messily styled bun that sat on top of your head to your slipper clad feet. You desperately tried to brush a few baby hairs out of your face with no avail as you rubbed your eyes. Lin’s gaze focused on you as you trudged over to your mailbox, your slippers scuffing against the pavement. You pulled open the door of the mailbox, your eyes immediately trained on the stack of mail that Lin had recently returned to you. A soft smile danced on your lips as you took the mail out, flipping through the envelopes.

A short, sweet whistle from above you interrupted your thoughts as your tired eyes snapped up to meet Lin’s that held the same amount of exhaustion. A lazy smile grazed his lips as you gazed at him, slightly waving.

“See, I told you I’d give ‘em back.” You took a moment to notice the prominent plum-colored half circles just below his eyes. You felt a sense of sympathy at this sight, feeling slightly remorseful as you found yourself relating to him.

“Never said you wouldn’t.” You widened your eyes at the sound of your hoarse voice, clearing your throat just after catching Lin’s light chuckle.

“I had a feeling.” Lin cocked his head to the side in amusement, his eyes traveling along your fluffy robe and worn bunny slippers.

“Mhm.” You hummed in response, sending him a playful eye roll as you closed the mailbox door.

“Did you get your ‘really important stuff’ you hassled me into returning?” Lin’s soft chocolate eyes brightened with his grin as the sun filled you with warmth, just as Lin had done to you.

Lin was a bright, burning, beautiful, glistening sun that oozed with radiance. He carried himself with a humble confidence and a bounce in his step. Of course, he also had a semi-hidden exhaustion that followed him to the end of the earth. He was a man of many talents and many thoughts, but he was just tired.

And you wanted to be there for him.

You took a moment to skim through your mail once again, looking back up at Lin with a satisfactory smile. “Yes, in fact, I did.”

A warm expression graced Lin’s face as he looked upon you with captivating eyes that grabbed you with no intention of letting go. “Look at you, going places, being more successful than me.”

You glared at him jokingly, dipping your head low. “You wrote a musical about Alexander Hamilton. I don’t think I can top that.”

“If it weren’t for you it wouldn’t be possible, though.” Lin reminded you, pointing a finger your way.

“Sure, sure. Whatever floats your boat.” You waved a dismissive hand at him, accepting your   defeat in the matter. You took notice of the tattered and worn notebook in his hands, cocking your head at it. “What’s that full of?”

Lin’s eyebrows drew together in confusion before he followed your gaze to his notebook. “Oh, this, I—” he fiddled with it, switching its placement from one hand to the other. “It’s just a mass of ideas. I guess it’s like my mind in a book: I record all my pennies for thoughts, you know. Even the nickels, dimes, quarters, dollar coins, the whole lot.”

You let out a hearty laugh at Lin’s statement, a grin making its way onto your face. Lin found your joy to be infectious as he joined you in the laughter. He looked at you with a great fondness as you saw that he was previously at the window sill for a reason. You thought of last night when you had wracked your brain for inspiration and relief.

Putting two and two together, your mouth formed an “o” shape in realization. “Oh—I’m interrupting an inspiration sesh, aren’t I? I’m sorr—”

“No, you’re fine,” Lin immediately shook his head at you, habitually flipping the pages of his notebook before shutting it. “Thanks to you, I already found the inspiration I needed.”

You were taken aback, your eyebrows a mile high and your jaw to the floor. “Okay, then. I don’t know how inspirational I am, but…” you trailed off, beginning to walk towards your front porch.

“Don’t worry about it. You’ll see it soon enough.” Lin assuredly nodded his head, creative juices already flowing in his mind.

“Alright, then. Oh, and Lin?” You stopped in your tracks as Lin’s head snapped over to you. “Who was that woman with you last night?”

Lin leaned forward slightly, a smile falling on his features in recognition. “Ah, yes, that was my sister, Luz…someone’s not jealous, are they?” He waggled his eyebrows at you suggestively.

Your cheeked flushed the color of the roses placed near your house as you tore your eyes away from Lin, suddenly unable to meet his gaze. “I—No! Absolutely not!”

“Are you sure?” He dragged out the “u,” an irresistible smirk playing on his lips.

“Yep. 100%. No doubt.” You gritted your teeth, suddenly finding interest in the sidewalk as your eyes bored into it with viscousness. Your head popped up, Lin’s sleepy and dazed look crossing your mind again. “One more thing, Lin?”

Lin nodded his head eagerly, his eyes fully trained on you.

“Get some sleep, for Christ’s sake.” You threw him a soft smile of affection.

Lin began to protest, excuses spewing from his mouth but you shushed him, holding a finger.

“Trust me, Lin. I’m a writer too, and you need to get at least some sleep. I have a feeling you stayed up, and I can’t help but sympathize for just how tired you look right now. This was a great chat, but right now I’m worried about you.”

Lin’s eyebrows raised slightly, his eyes filled with a familiar tenderness as he looked at you with such amore. The smallest smile slowly spread across his lips as he nodded ever-so-slowly. “Yeah,” he whispered. “I guess. Hey, thanks for the inspiration—you’re my girl!”

You nodded in satisfaction, breaking the connection between your similarly tired eyes as you stepped through your front door.

“‘You’re my girl.’” You repeated, the words hardly escaping your lips as you stared into the floor.

Could you be mine?

“Hey! Asshole!” You smacked your hand against the siding of your house, which proved to be a terrible decision as you cradled your pained hand.

Lin immediately straightened up, his eyes widening in shock at your yelling. His brows knitted together in confusion, pointing a hesitant finger to himself.

“Yes, you! Who in your house that has a deathwish has been using my wifi? I’ve had slow internet for the past week!” You shouted at Lin, expressing your frustration as he gaped in realization. “It’s you, isn’t it?!”

Lin immediately shook his head, gesturing his arms wildly. “Oh my god, no! That’s probably my housemate, Chris.”

“Who the hell is that?” You mumbled under your breath before shifting your eyes back up to Lin. “Okay, whatever, whoever this Chris is, tell him I wanna have a little chat!”

He threw his head back, letting out a resounding hearty laugh as he exited his room. “Will do!”

“I swear to god when he comes I’m gonna smite him—” you clenched your fists, impatiently waiting for the arrival of Lin’s housemate.

“What do we have here?” An enormous, bald man stepped into your line of sight, raising an eyebrow in your direction with amusement. You squinted your eyes at the intimidating figure as he leaned against his elbows.

You took a moment to evaluate him, your eyes scanning over his body. “Who are you…?”

“Chris Jackson, at your service. And who might you be?”

“No one you need to know.”

Chris sighed in defeat, slipping Lin a five dollar bill as Lin incoherently muttered something along the lines of “I told you, man.”

Your eyes shifted between the two, searching their faces for an answer to the exchange.

Chris shot a glare at Lin—who grinned right back at him—before facing you. “He bet me five bucks that you wouldn’t tell me your name. Why, I have no clue.”

“She didn’t want to tell me her name either; I told you to trust me.” Lin smirked smugly at his unfair bet as Chris let a small smile spread across his lips.

You rolled your eyes at Lin’s antics, Sharing a knowing look with Chris. “It’s Y/N L/N—”

“She’s a writer too!” Lin interrupted you, a giddy beam on his face as he nodded excitedly. Chris’s eyebrows raised slightly, his eyes flitting to you for an elaboration.

“I write biographies about famous figures from the American Revolution. Somehow, one of my books landed in the hands of this total nerd and helped him write his musical.” You tipped your head towards Lin as a tinge of pink warmed his cheeks. Chris glanced at Lin, seemingly communicating with him through his eyes as Lin shook his head at him.

“Anyways!” You tore apart their little eye-communication session, both of them turning to you. “Chris Jackson, we need to have a little talk.” You shot him a sickeningly sweet smile as his smile faltered under your gaze.

“Why…?” Chris habitually cracked his frighteningly long fingers as he placed his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Because you’re the asshole who’s been using my wifi!” You shouted, pointing an accusing finger at him as his eyes widened slightly. “I paid good money for that wifi, and for what? For slow internet just because my neighbor is lazy? Yesterday, I was researching for my next biography and nothing would fucking load!”

He opened and closed his mouth in shock, looking to Lin for a scapegoat. Lin just shrugged his shoulders, giving Chris a look that said “good luck.”

Chris searched the side of your house for a plausible answer, coming up short as his eyes settled on you. “You’ve actually left me speechless. I have no excuse.”

You nodded your head curtly, a smirk creeping onto your lips as you crossed your arms across your chest. “That’s what I thought.”

“And,” Chris held up a finger, raising his eyebrows. “I sincerely apologize for using your wifi. And for the fact that Lin didn’t warn me,” he sent a pointed look towards Lin, who faltered under his gaze. “That you’d be so touchy about the speed of your connection. Whether it be about the connection your wifi or between,” you motioned his finger between you and Lin as you both blushed, shifting your eyes to the floor.

“You hush up.” You huffed, narrowing your eyes at Chris. Your cheeks continued to visibly burn as Chris glanced between you and Lin. Somehow, you knew that he knew. He knew how much Lin consumed you; how much he had affected you with one interaction.

“It’s true, though. I know this guy!” Chris slinged an arm around Lin’s shoulders, a grin illuminating Lin’s face. “And I know that something’s goin’ on. You know it too, don’t you?”

“Chris, don't—” Lin started as Chris held a hand out in front of him in an attempt to shush him.

You saw no other possible choice than to speak up, you eyes trained on the ground. “I—I mean…I guess. Like, there’s obviously something, but I feel like the two of us are too distracted to see it—I’m sorry—that didn’t make any sense at all.” You shook your head, burying it in your hands as you peeked at Lin and Chris through your fingers.

“No, no! That’s exactly it! You know there’s some sort of connection or whatever, but you’re overthinking it way too much.” Chris nodded his head vigorously, wildly gesturing his hands towards you as you paid close attention. Lin had kept quiet for once, fully listening to Chris as his rosy cheeks reminded you of his previous bashfulness.

You nodded your head in comprehension, letting Chris’s wise words mull over you. You sat in a thick, uncomfortable silence that choked you as the three of you stared at each other.

“Well,” you clapped your hands once to find them slick with anxious sweat, “I better get back to work, now that someone isn’t using my wifi anymore!” You glared viciously at Chris, who guffawed, a huge, gleaming smile on his face.

“I said sorry!” Chris cupped his hands around his mouth as you turned around. You could almost hear the grin in his voice.

You hummed loudly in response as you heard Lin and Chris snicker joyously. You grabbed your laptop from your bed, plopping yourself into a chair at your desk, which was conveniently placed near the window. You drummed your fingers against the wood as you waited for your laptop to turn on, a pair of voices grabbing your attention once again. Your eyes widened slightly as you pretended to work, lending your ear to the men you had just been conversing with.

“Lin, listen to me—”

“Chris, she’s never going to—”

Please. You need to tell her how you feel. You give the best advice but never take it and apply it to yourself.”

“And how in the world am I supposed to do that?”

“Lin, get a grip. She’s just a girl, you can—”

“That’s the thing, Chris! She isn’t just a girl. She’s never been just a girl.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, placing a hand over your mouth as an agonizing silence filled the air.

“You should really tell her, Lin. I know you, and I’m sure that if you wait too long, you’re gonna let it tear you apart.”

“It’s already tearing me apart.”

I have always wanted to have a neighbor just like you, I have always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you

You sighed, placing your warm laptop onto your desk as you carded your fingers through your matted hair. You had spent another night researching, clicking to every website that could give you possible inspiration. You had barely slept, and your eyelids were slowly giving in to the deprivation.

A familiar, melodious whistle caused you to jump, your vision blurring for a split second before glancing at your window. You slowly got up, your muscles aching as you trudged towards your window. Lin walked alongside a small, grey dog, who was just ahead of his heels. Lin mumbled incoherently, bobbing his head to an imaginary beat. He gestured into thin air with his hand, as if to express and emphasize his words more thoroughly. You smiled at the sight, placing your chin in your hand.

“That’s a sight for sore eyes.” You called as Lin looked in all directions before settling his soft eyes on you, placing a dramatic hand over his heart.

“Why thank you, I knew you’d come to your senses eventually.” He grinned humorously, the gleam from his lips rising to and brightening his eyes. The sun shone down upon his face, his eyelashes casting shadows beneath his eyes.

A gleeful smile of your own spread across your slightly chapped lips. “Not you, doofus, the dog.” You nodded towards the little, gray bundle of energy that raced around his feet, tangling the leash between Lin’s legs. You laughed heartily, a sound that caused Lin’s eyes to scrunch and his lips to turn upwards. He attempted to step out of the trap that had been set for him, an almost inaudible string of words falling from his mouth.

“Good to know that I’m appreciated ‘round here.” He let out a breathy chuckle. “No, but, this little troublemaker is Tobillo. And no, that does not translate to ‘fuck you.’” You both let a giggle out at that. “Long story short, this pup nibbled on my ankle, hence the name Tobillo. It’s Spanish for ankle.”

You cocked your head to the side in amusement, a toothy smile plastered on your face. “That’s really cute. And, you know Spanish? Or did you just look that up?”

“Puedo saber un poco, si contamos dominar.” (I may know a bit, if you count being fluent.) Lin laughed as you rolled your eyes, shaking your head.

“Lo que sea, ahora estás mostrando.” (Whatever, now you’re just showing off.) You squinted your eyes at him as his eyes grew wide at your words.

A smirk tugged at Lin’s lips as he raised an eyebrow. His eyes flitted around your face with a fondness that didn’t match his expression. “Impressive.”

“Est-ce que tu parles d'autres langues?” (Do you speak other languages?) Your lip placed between your teeth, you awaited Lin’s answer.

Lin’s jaw went slack as he stared at you with a look of confusion, his brows knitted together. “¿Qué?” (What?)

You giggled, your eyes squeezing shut at Lin’s reply. You waved a dismissive hand at him as he continued to decipher your french. “Chris debe pensar que estamos locos.” (Chris must think we’re crazy.)

Lin shrugged slightly, his eyes rolling at the mention of his housemate’s name. “Probablemente se está volviendo loco por esta pequeña interacción. Él realmente quiere que seamos una pareja.” (He’s probably freaking out over this little interaction. He really wants us to be a couple.)

You looked to the sky, tapping a finger against your chin as you feigned deeply thinking. “Sí, preferiría no.” (Yeah, I’d rather not.)

Lin let out a chuckle, his smile faltering and his vibrant eyes losing their twinkle. Your chest tightened at this sight as a surge of regret coursed through you.

“Pero en serio…” (But, seriously...) Your gaze was cast downwards as you anxiously twisted a strand of hair between your fingers. “No es una mala idea, ¿verdad?” (It’s not such a bad idea, is it?)

Lin blinked multiple times, nervously fiddling with Tobillo’s leash as his eyes bored into you. Phenomenal, marvelous, magnificent you. “Tal vez. Tu sabe que es muy complicado. Es sólo una cuestión de tiempo, mi amor.” (Maybe. You know it’s very complicated. It’s only a matter of time.)

“Le tiempo.” (Time.) You repeated, the word leaving like a whisper from your lips. “¿Cuanto tiempo?” (How much time?)

Lin sucked in his lips, sighing through his nose as his eyes darted around your house for an answer. “No estoy seguro. Depende de nosotros.” (I’m not sure. It’s up to us.)

You nodded in comprehension, letting Lin’s wise words settle in your mind. “Realmente no me gusta esto. Ambos estamos conscientes de que hay algo en marcha, pero no podemos simplemente entrar.” (I really don’t like this. We’re both aware that there’s something going on, but we can’t just dive in.)

“No me gusta tampoco, mi amor. Sólo tenemos que pensarlo y todo saldrá bien.” (I don’t like it either, my love. We just have to think it over and everything will work itself out.)

You rubbed your eyes, exhaustion still very present. “I see.” You let out a deep sigh.

“Hey,” you lifted your head at Lin’s sweet voice. “Remember what you said about me getting some sleep?” He chuckled lightly, tilting his chin downwards. You nodded in recognition of your previous exchange.

“Yeah. How much sleep did you get last night?”

You narrowed your eyes in thought, your mouth in the shape of an ‘o’ and a hand to your head. “I don’t know, like three hours?”

Lin squinted at you, his eyes scanning over your face as you nervously chewed on your lip. “The truth.”

You let out a breath, letting your arm dangle out of your open window as your buried your face into your arm that was exposed to the sun. “I didn’t get any sleep.” You muttered into your warm skin, glancing at Lin to see if he had heard your nonsense.

He tsked, shaking his head worriedly at the news. His eyes grew dark with a more serious tone as he looked at you with sincerity. “Y/N, you’re overworking yourself. You know that, right?”

You nodded glumly, lifting your head and wincing at the harsh sunlight that strained your eyes. “I know, but…I haven’t written in so long and—”

“Y/N, I really don’t give a damn whether you’ve written something or not.” You almost flinched at the sudden harshness that laced his voice. “Right now, all I give a damn about is how much your health is showing through your looks. You look like you haven’t slept in a week. Your eye bags are almost as bad as mine. You need to be kind to yourself, goddamn it. So help me god, if I have to I will barge right through your front door and take care of you myself, I will.”

“Door’s locked.” You mumbled, closing your eyes to block the fierce sun as you vigorously rubbed your temples.

“I will break it down.” Lin’s lips twisted into a deep frown at the sight of you, his eyes filled with sympathy. “Go get some sleep.”

“Alright.” You whispered, your eyes trailing after Lin and Tobillo as they walked through Lin’s front door.

So, let’s make the most of this beautiful day, since we’re together we might as well say…

You whistled an imaginary tune as you shoved your phone into the back pocket of your jeans, stepping out onto your porch. Your shoes slapped against the pavement as you made your way down your driveway and to your mailbox, breathing in the fresh, warm air. Even after winter had bled into spring, cold, biting winds still haunted the streets. Everyone’s heat was on full blast, and layers upon layers of blankets were common. But, the past month had fortunately warmed up as the traditional weather of spring went into full effect, and you couldn’t be happier.

That was until the allergies made an appearance. But, you crossed your fingers.

“Hey, I know you!” Lin’s voice rang from his window as you looked up, and sure enough, Lin sent an enthusiastic wave your way. You chuckled under your breath, grinning at him as you raised your hand high, waving back.

“And I know you! Wow!” A fake expression of surprise fell on your face as you both exchanged sarcastic banter.

You opened your mailbox door, crouching slightly as you peered into the darkness. Your hand was halfway to your mail as your phone vibrated in your back pocket.

You stood back up, fishing your phone out of your pocket as you glanced at the screen to see your mom’s contact. A small smile graced your lips as you tapped the answer button, pressing your phone to your ear. You had always loved calling your mom, her cheerful voice never failing to brighten your mood as she checked in on you: seeing if you ate, how you were doing, what you were working on.

“Hey, mom! What’s up?” Your joyous grin faltered at the sound of your mom’s sniffling. Your eyebrows drew in together in confusion. “Mom? What’s wrong, are you okay?”

“Y/N,” Your mother let out a wracking sob that caused a feeling dread to surge through you. “Your sister, she’s been in an accident. She was—was on her way to visit you and…someone hit the front of her car on her side.”

“Is she going to be alright?” Your eyes roamed your street, flitting nervously to anything to help you force the choking feeling down your throat. You didn’t know what you would do without your sister, your best friend, the person who’s been for you since your first ballet recital.

“Y/N, she—she died on impact. She’s gone.” Everything around you: the colors, the houses, the sky, suddenly blurred into a mess of grief and melancholy as your phone clattered to the ground. Your mother’s voice still emerged from it, but you couldn’t hear a word. You collapsed to the pavement, your hands trembling wildly as you heard footsteps quickly approaching you. A pair of warm, strong arms enveloped you as your breath hitched, you hiccuped, tears spilled from your eyes. A heart-wrenching scream ripped your throat as you balled the fabric of the person’s shirt in your fists, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay.” Lin’s voice swirled in your mind as his comforting hand ran up and down your back, stilling your shaking form and calming your senses. Lin’s warmth relaxed you as he stroked your hair with the gentlest touch. He hoisted you up into carrying you bridal style, walking you through your front door and into your house. He whispered a series of comforting words into your ear, carrying you into your bedroom. He tentatively laid you down, draping a soft blanket over you. He sat down beside you, taking your hand in his as his soft fingers rubbed your knuckles. He stayed by your side until your breathing slowed and your body relaxed.

“What’s wrong, love?” His eyes filled with worry and a deep sadness as he looked at you with empathy.

“My mom called me and she, um…” You trailed off, clenching your jaw in frustration at the words you couldn’t form. You inhaled sharply as Lin placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “She said that my sister died in an accident.” You attempted to blink back the tears that stung your eyes with no avail as they streamed down your cheeks. Lin promptly wiped them away with the pads of his thumbs, his hot breath fanning across your face.

His voice was thick, as if he, too, struggled to speak. “I can either talk or just listen, whatever you want.”

“I think I wanna talk, I just—I can’t help but think it’s my fault.” You sighed heavily, pressing your lips into a thin line.

“I’m sure it wasn’t your fault, sweetie.” Lin tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his fingers running through your matted hair.

“It was. It was all my fault.”

“Y/N—” Lin began.

“She was on her way to see me, okay?!” You raised your voice, a pounding headache piercing your forehead. “It’s all my fault because she was coming to visit me! If I hadn’t mentioned that—” You choked on your sobs, your body violently trembling.

“Y/N, look at me.” Lin coaxed, rubbing his hands up and down your arms soothingly. “Look at me.” The mere seconds that passed felt like hours before your gaze met his. His eyes immediately softened, flitting around your face with an incredible affection. “This was not your fault, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, okay? Whatever asshole that hit her is to blame for this. You absolutely can’t beat yourself up over this. It’s not healthy. You’ll worry the people that love you sick.”

You slightly nodded, exhaustion finally weighing your eyelids down as they fluttered. Lin inched the blanket closer to your chin, a hand gently caressing your cheek as he stood up.

“I’ll give you some space, so I’ll be out here, ‘kay? Holler if you need me.” He took a step as you spoke up, your voice soft and hardly audible.

“Lin,” He spun on his heel towards you. “Stay, please.”

Lin nodded in understanding, walking around the foot of your bed as he slid under the warm covers. He secured an arm around you, pulling you close as your legs tangled together. Your nose pressed against his neck as he sponged a kiss onto the top of your head.

Would you be mine?

You flopped down onto your couch, settling in as you pushed the button on your remote and opened Netflix. You snuggled further into your many blankets, swinging your sock clad feet onto your coffee table. You had just begun to browse through your shows as the obnoxious sound of your doorbell resounded through your house multiple times. You groaned loudly, placing your blankets to the side as you reluctantly walked to the door. You swung open your front door to see Lin, a vibrant smile plastered on his face and a golden CD case with the title ‘Hamilton’ on it in his hand.

Your eyes scanned over Lin as you cocked an eyebrow at his presence. “Care to explain why you’re at my front door, interrupting my lovely Netflix time?”

“Today is the day that you’re listening to Hamilton—” He started, his eyes brightening with exuberance as he bounced on his heels.

“Oh my god, Lin—”

“You won’t regret it, I swear!” He walked past you, immediately opening the CD case and slipping the CD into your open laptop on your coffee table. You deeply sighed, your head hung low as you shut the door and walked over to Lin. You gazed at him as he excitedly clicked around on your laptop, careful about not opening any important files as you kept a watchful eye on him. You both took a seat on the couch, draping a blanket over your legs as Lin pressed play on the album.

You were instantly hit with a mass of genius and inventive words, impressed by the scheme of the whole production. When Lin’s voice rang through the speakers you squealed, “that’s you!” all the while Lin’s cheeks flushed red with heat. You bobbed your head to the beat during The Schuyler Sisters; grinned during Helpless; gaped during Guns and Ships; danced during What Did I Miss. You laughed and weeped in all of the rights moments as Lin just chuckled and patted your back. Soon enough, you had reached the last note of Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story as tears stained your cheeks. You buried your wet face in your hands, trying to process what you had just listened to.

“Did I break you?” Lin chortled, shaking your shoulder playfully as you looked up at him with a watery smile. You rubbed your face, groaning in disappointment that the music came to an end as you nodded your head.

“That was truly the most beautiful piece of art I had ever witnessed in my life.” You turned to face Lin, your eyes filled with sincerity as a blush seared Lin’s full cheeks.

He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck as his gaze turned to the floor. “Nah, it’s not that great.”

“Oh, shut up, you’re just trying to be humble. But, for real, that was revolutionary. Those little historical details you laced in were perfect. The vocals were perfect, the orchestra was perfect, everything was just perfect.” You gave him a wide smile, amazed with his ideas.

He chuckled, shaking his head as he looked at you with awe. “You have no clue how happy it makes me to hear you say that.”

Could you be mine?

You were sprawled out on your couch with Lin, legs intertwining and blankets weighing over you as you scrolled through Netflix. A big bowl of popcorn was wedged between you two, already half empty. For the past couple months, Lin had been your shoulder to cry on, your number one supporter, and most of all: your best friend. You often caught yourself pondering over how much you’ve changed, and sometimes daydreaming about what was yet to come.

“There’s nothing to watch.” You moaned, shoveling another handful of popcorn into your mouth as you leaned your head back over the couch.

“Come on,” Lin held out a hand, gesturing to you to give him the remote. You shot him a suspicious look as you reluctantly placed the remote into his open palm, letting out a sigh of defeat.

“You know, you really need to learn trust me.” Lin laughed at your antics as he hovered over the search bar.

You hit his arm playfully, almost knocking over your cheap popcorn. “I do trust you!”

“Oh yeah? Then why won’t you let me into your laptop again?” His fingers danced around the buttons of the remote typing in a movie title as you shrunk in your seat.

“There's—there’s a lot of important files in there!” You argued, supporting a hopeless point.

“There’s important files in mine,” Lin hit enter, his eyes scanning over the movie titles, “but I still let you go on my laptop.”

You crossed your arms across your chest in defeat, grumbling at Lin as he sent you a cheeky grin. Your gaze finally traveled up to the TV screen to see The Little Mermaid. You squinted your eyes at Lin, turning your head towards him.

“Hey, before you get all suspicious: The Little Mermaid is a /quality/ movie! It’s literally the best!” Lin instantly sat up, talking animatedly as he gestured into thin air and locked eyes with you. You stared at him for a couple seconds before you sighed dramatically, a lazy smile spreading across your face.

“Fine, you win—”

“Yes!” Lin shouted in victory, pumping a triumphant fist in the air. You both pulled the numerous blankets up to your chins, exchanging body heat. A small smile adorned both of your faces as you watched the movie, until the very first note of Under The Sea played. You immediately burst into song alongside the cheerful crab, grinning and laughing all the while. Your singing began to trail off as you noticed Lin sitting quietly beside you, having not sung a word since the tune had started. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at Lin with curious eyes. You settled back down on the couch beside him.

“Lin, what’s up? I thought this was your favorite” The words hardly fell from your lips as Lin sat up, his left hand grazing your burning cheek. A breathy mumbled “dios mio” escaped his pink lips as he looked as if he were searching for the right words to say.

You grew accustomed to the closeness between you two, beginning to notice the beautiful flecks of gold in his warm chocolate eyes. The dark, silly stray pieces of hair that rebelled and stuck out from his head. His free hand grabbed yours as his eyes flicked between your eyes and lips.

“Y/N, I’ve been waiting for you my whole life and I honestly can’t wait any longer—fuck it. Can I kiss you?” His words were rushed and fleeting.

Your jaw went slack as you were taken aback, your eyes widening with surprise. Lin’s gaze remained on you expectantly as you stared at him, and your brain short circuited. You were suddenly painfully aware of your clammy hand that rested in Lin’s. You blinked a few times before nodded your head dumbly, words spewing out of your mouth as your cheeks sported a rosy tint. “I—uh—yeah! Certainly! Wait—that came out wrong. I mean—”

Lin cut you off as he hastily pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You quickly reciprocated, your hand flying to the nape of his neck. Fireworks burst in your stomach and your heart jumped to your throat, beating rapidly. Your mind raced, unsure how to feel as you smiled into the kiss. Lin pulled away for a second, beaming at you with such an excitement that made you dizzy before returning to your lips. Dozens of colors of passion swirled in your thoughts, unable to contain how much your stomach had twisted and flipped.

You eventually untangled yourselves from one another, gazing at each other with labored breaths. Lin hand still grasped yours, his thumb gently running over your knuckles and fingers with a softness that made you grin. Lin’s eyes were filled with love as he looked at you, still trying to determine whether that was reality or not.

You slowly sunk back into the couch, your head resting in the crook of Lin’s neck as his breath tickled your ear. His safe embrace filled you with warmth as he connected his lips with yours once again.

“I told you it would all work itself out.” Lin smiled, his head leaning against yours as he pressed play.

Won’t you be my neighbor?

Your shoes scuffed loudly against the sidewalk as you reluctantly trudged towards Lin’s front door. The thought of Lin moving in had rolled around in your mind for weeks, since you had finally become a couple. You thought it was with good intention, since you two could hardly go a day without talking, let alone keep your hands to yourself. The two of you had decided to keep your relationship from Chris for as long as possible, knowing well that he would make the biggest deal out of it. You anxiously dug your hands deeper into your minuscule pockets as you stepped onto Lin’s front porch.

You took a reassuring deep breath as a shaky finger rang the doorbell. You prayed to the skies that Lin would answer instead of Chris. To your great fortune, Lin swung open the door with a bright smile, the sun inside of him virtually blinding you. You hastily wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans, sucking your lips in between your teeth.

Before Lin could get a word in, you scrambled to get your point out in the open, ignoring your countless hours of practicing in your mirror. “Do you wanna move in with me?” You blurted, your eyes wide with adrenaline. Lin stared at you for a moment, taking in your words. He started and stopped a few sentences, unsure of how to word his response.

“Duh, yeah!” He suddenly raised his arms to the side, pulling you in for an embrace. “This works out perfectly, Chris and his girlfriend have been looking for a place; what better spot than here?”

You both grinned at your previous exchange as you pecked Lin’s lips and enveloped him in another hug. You heard a gasp and high-pitched squeal from behind you, swiftly turning around to find a wide smile on Chris’s lips.

“And when did this happen?” His booming voice was filled with glee as you and Lin shared a sheepish look. You glanced at Chris again, feeling guilty as you saw his joyous expression.

“About a couple weeks?” You grimaced, awaiting Chris’s response.

Weeks?! And this is the first time I’m hearing about it?” Chris’s jaw dropped to floor as you and Lin guffawed, tears springing in your eyes.

“Ah, who cares,” Lin’s smile was the most genuine and exuberant as you had ever seen as he slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side. “We’re moving in together.”

Opening Night (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

HAHAHA WOW OKAY

so here’s this story, i’m not going to put a “read more” option, because the last two times i’ve done that, it’s derped really hard, so you’re just going to have to scroll, sorry. also sorry for mistakes, i’ve been writing this for like 5 hours straight i’m pretty out of it

Prompt: “I don’t want to do this, not without her”

Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x reader

Warnings: A little bit sad at one point, terrible cliches

Word Count: 3,260 (hahaha sorry)


Three years before opening night

The usually quiet coffee shop was incredibly crowded, and you sighed before getting in line, reluctant to trade the comfort of familiarity for a shorter wait somewhere else might offer. So you waited and paid for the drink, pocketing your change while your eyes skimmed the tables and rested on a small, empty one in the corner. Once you were settled and had your laptop in front of you, you began to relax.

New York was very different than where you were from. The soaring buildings and chaotic streets made you nervous at first, but after a few months, they were oddly comforting, and you often found yourself smiling for no particular reason as you would weave your way through the crowded sidewalks on the way to school and work. You were a secretary for a large company, and although the job was simple and enjoyable enough, it was only to help you finish your degree in music. You’d been searching for a more practical career your entire life, but it had been last year when it hit you that everything you did led back to music anyways, so why not pursue it? So here you were in New York–lost and confused with very few friends and not a lot of money, but for what felt like the first time since graduating high school, you were living.

You looked up from your laptop as someone cleared their throat. A dark-haired man was standing in front of you, a coffee in his hands and a smile on his face. “Do you mind if I sit here? I promise I won’t be much bother.”

“No problem. It’s pretty crowded today.” You pulled your bag onto your side of the table and out of the stranger’s way.

As he settled, he pulled a laptop from his bag and placed it on the table across from yours. “My name’s Lin.”

“I’m (Y/N),” you offered, a smile slipping onto your face as you bit your tongue and turned back to you work. If there was one thing you’d learned about New Yorkers, it was that they were usually in some sort of rush, and rarely in the mood to talk while in public.

You continued to work in silence until your coffee was gone, and even then you stayed. For some reason, you couldn’t make yourself get up and walk away from this man. So you kept stealing glances any chance you got. Whenever you almost worked up the willpower to leave, his eyes would squint in concentration, or he would chuckle to himself, or bite his lip, and you’d be glued to the seat once again.

It had been almost an hour of watching him and pretending to work when he finally spoke. “Sorry, don’t want to interrupt, but can you think of anything that rhymes with ‘satisfied’?”

His question caught you off guard. “Uh… Cyanide?”

Lin’s eyes shot up to meet yours and a laugh escaped his lips. “That’s great, but I don’t think it quite fits with the story.”

“So what is the story?” you challenged, determined to help him find a word that fit.

He looked back down at his screen. “You really don’t want me to get started.”

“I have all day,” you lied, thinking of the things you needed to do.

His expression was hesitant and a little bit defensive as he began to talk. “Well, I’m writing a musical about Alexander Hamilton.”

You blinked. “Like, the founding father?”

“That’s the one.”

“You’re kidding!”

A silent sort of determination burned in his eyes. “I’m not, actually.” He withdrew into himself and started typing again.

“I want to hear this.” Once again, his eyes were on yours and you smiled. “C’mon, I’m getting a degree in music. I want to see how you’ve done this.”

“Well, it’s not finished yet…”

“Oh, that’s fine, just let me listen.” You pulled your chair up next to his, and one demo and a few explanations later, you knew this was going to be incredible.

You stayed in that coffee shop for three hours that day, talking and rhyming and learning more about Alexander Hamilton. Lin was like no one you’d ever met before. He was so passionate about this project, all hurried words and wild hand gestures, and he carried with him a steadfast will to see this project come to fruition. You fell in love with the lyrics he so carefully wrote, with the blueprint of this concept he so eagerly showed you. Hamilton took root in your heart then, and you knew you’d never be able to pull it out.

Eventually though, you had to pay attention to the clock you’d been shamefully ignoring. “Lin, I really need to leave now. But I want to hear more about this! I want to be there the night it opens on Broadway.”

He smiled, thankful for your support. “I’ll save you a seat. Front row.”

“Promise?” you asked as you finished typing your number into his phone.

“As long as you promise to come once you realize how ridiculous the whole idea is.”

You smirked, pulling your bag onto your shoulder and pushing your chair back under the table. “It’s a deal.”

One year before opening night

“Come on, Lin. You need to finish this!” You snatched his phone from his hands as he yelled indignantly.

“Hey! I need to respond to that!”

“No, you need to work, I’ve got it.” Of course he was on Twitter. So you typed a tweet for him, informing everyone that he would be taking a break to actually get some work done… for once. You spent a few minutes scrolling through his feed, laughing softly every now and then, until you felt Lin’s looking at you, a ridiculous pout on his face.

“Why do you get to have fun while I’m over here slaving away?”

“Shh, I’m trying to read.” When he kept his gaze locked on you, you sighed. “Pick up your pen, and start writing.”

Lin groaned and put his head on his dining room table. “It’s too cold in here to work!”

“Then turn down the AC.”

“But I’m trying to write. I think you should do it.”

You rolled your eyes and pushed your seat back from his table as Lin seemed to be struck with an idea he quickly wrote down. After grabbing a blanket out of his room and adjusting the temperature, you came back to find that Lin had migrated to the couch where he sat with his feet up on the coffee table, writing something in a notebook.

Before you had a chance to sit down, he said, “Oh, and I think I’ll need some hot chocolate, too.”

“It’s summer, Lin.”

“Do you want me to finish this musical or not? I need hot chocolate!”

You threw the blanket at him, but one warm drink later, you found yourself dozing off by his side while he hummed softly. You weren’t concerned–you’d fallen asleep on his couch and vice versa plenty of times. Right before you slipped out of consciousness, he looked at his notebook and sang a line so quietly you almost missed it. “Pick up a pen, start writing.”

Your eyes opened a tiny crack, the faintest hint of a smile on your face before you fell asleep.

Lin watched you for a few moments until your breathing became steady and slow. “You know, (Y/N), I think I love you.”

He kissed your forehead and tucked in the blanket around you, smiling as he turned off the light. What did he ever do to deserve you?

Six months before opening night

“Why don’t you find an actual date instead?”

Lin groaned. “Not this again. C’mon, (Y/N), I just really want to see this movie!”

“That’s what you said about the last one.” You didn’t move out of your doorway, not yet willing to let Lin inside.

“But this one is going to be really good! Please! I’ve been looking forward to it since last year!”

“Yet you still couldn’t manage to find a date.” You pulled the door open the rest of the way and allowed him to walk inside. You weren’t ever actually going to turn him away, but he wasn’t off the hook yet. “Why don’t you ever date? Plenty of girls are interested in you.”

He followed you to your bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub as you started getting ready. “I don’t want to date any of those girls. Besides, I…” He hesitated, and your hand stilled, the mascara halfway to your eyelashes. “I’m practically dating Hamilton by this point. Why don’t you ever date?”

Touché.

“Shh, you ask too many questions. I’ve only got one shot at this eyeliner, so don’t distract me!”

When you finished your makeup, Lin was waiting by the door, holding out your shoes to you and practically bouncing up and down with excitement.

You smiled. “Let’s go.”

He kissed your cheek. “You’re the best!”

A chuckle. “I know.”

One month before opening night

Lin walked with you to the theater, rambling on about how excited he was for you to see what his coffee shop writings were turning into. You finally had the day off work, and your degree in music could wait for a few more hours while Lin showed you what his entire world had become.

He introduced you to the guard at the door, to an orchestra member practicing backstage, to someone on a ladder that was fixing the lights. A smile stayed glued to his face as he led you through the building, talking to everyone and making sure they knew who you were. You’d met so many people by the time you reached the dressing rooms that you lost any hope of remembering names.

Lin knocked on the open door of a dressing room, catching the attention of the people inside. “Pippa, Jas, Renée, this is (Y/N).”

They smiled and hugged you while Lin launched into a conversation about their roles in the play, and the costume changes, and the character development. Their laughs were infectious, and you quickly found you enjoyed talking to them. Twenty minutes later, the five of you were sitting on various pieces of furniture, lost in conversation, when the man you recognized as Chris knocked on the door frame.

“Lin, we need you for a minute.” He turned to the girls. “And then we’re running Helpless and Satisfied at 10. You’re welcome to watch, (Y/N).”

Once Lin was gone, the girls turned back to you. “He never stops talking about you,” Phillipa said. “It’s a little bit scary, honestly.”

A laugh bubbled out of your mouth. “Probably because he never sees anyone else. He’s been working on this for so long that I think he’s forgotten what life is like without it. I’m just so glad that it’s finally happening, and that you’re the one playing Eliza. Before he met you, he spent a good month trying to convince me to do it.”

“And why didn’t you?” Renée asked.

“He heard me sing.” That brought a round of laughter before you continued. “No, I’ve just always wanted to compose a film score, and it would probably be best to not get caught up in acting right before I get my degree.”

“But you’re at least coming opening night, right?” Jasmine questioned.

The memory of your promise from years ago hit you hard, and pride swelled up inside you. “I’ll be right in the front row. I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

One week before opening night

You stood in your living room and stared at the letter in your hands, already starting to feel nauseous.

Please inform us immediately if you will be present in Los Angeles on August 6 to begin working. We are sorry again for the short notice.

This was it, this was your chance. You had been offered a job to work with some incredible composers on a score for a new movie. You’d fought for your entire life to get to this point. But you still felt sick and your ears were ringing.

The sixth of August.

That was opening night.

You couldn’t stop looking at the paper, everything else around it having gone blurry.

A hand on your shoulder caused you to jump and spin around only to come face to face with Lin.

“Sorry,” he started. “I didn’t knock but… Oh, are you okay?’

You didn’t realize you were crying until his hand reached up to brush away a tear. Stepping backwards, you shook your head, a sob forcing its way up your throat. Lin tried to reach for your hand, but you pulled it back and held out the letter to him instead. He carefully took the paper and started to read, not saying a word until he finished the entire thing.

“(Y/N), you know you have to go.”

You fell onto your couch, and Lin was beside you in an instant, pulling you into a tight hug.

“It’s opening night,” you whimpered.

He ran his hand up and down your back. “I know, it’s okay. It’s okay.”

“I promised, Lin,” you mumbled into his shoulder. “I want to be there!” You looked up into his eyes to find him tearing up.

“I know you do, and I want you to be there, too. But… You can’t miss this opportunity, (Y/N) this is what you want. Go. I’ll help you pack if you need it.”

So you started packing, and when Lin finally left for rehearsals, you broke down on the bathroom floor and cried another ocean.

Part of you was thankful that Lin was supportive and helping you make the right decision. The other part wanted him to beg you to stay, so you could see him opening night, so you wouldn’t have to leave him.

You would have to leave him.

The thought froze you completely. Lin had been such a huge part of your life for the last three years. You didn’t even know who you were without him. He was the best friend you’d ever had, and even though he had to put up with all of your crap, he stuck around.

What did you ever do to deserve him?

Two days before opening night

You clung to Lin, trying not to cry again but ultimately failing. He was practically crushing you with his hug, buried in your shoulder and sniffling quietly. When he finally released you, he grabbed your hands, his eyes red. “Good luck,” he whispered, his words somehow louder than all of the airport.

“Thank you.” You squeezed his hands one last time before finally letting him go and grabbing your suitcase. It was heavier than it should have been. You were maybe fifteen steps away when you heard him shout.

“(Y/N)!”

You turned and met his eyes.

Ask me to stay. Please, Lin, I can’t leave you, I don’t know how to live without you. Ask me to stay!

A pause.

“Do not throw away your shot!”

A nod. A smile. And then you left him.

Opening night

Lin was trying to button up his shirt, but his hands were shaking too much, and he jumped when he heard Renée’s voice behind him.

“Almost ready?”

“I… yeah, these buttons just–”

She crossed the room and buttoned them quickly, pulling him into a quick hug. “Relax,” she said. “Everything will go fine. We’ve practiced this, remember?”

“I know, I’m just nervous, I guess. And I… “ he stopped himself, but quickly decided it wouldn’t hurt to express his feelings to Renée. “I wish (Y/N) was here,” he confided.

“Me too.” Renée led him towards the stage as they got their five-minute call. “You have no idea how proud she is of you, Lin.”

He shook his head. “This isn’t right. I don’t want to do this, not without her.”

“I know you don’t. But I don’t think she’d want you to throw away your shot, so get out there and perform, and then let her know how you feel.”

Renée was right. He’d perform for you tonight, even though you weren’t there. Still, he checked one final time to see if the seat on the front row was still empty.

It was.

Lin took a deep breath. This is for (Y/N), he thought.

Opening night

You realized you loved him halfway through the plane ride back to New York, and you just hoped he felt the same way about you, because you were going to tell him the first chance you got. When you stepped off the plane, you hit the ground running. You didn’t stop until you were in a taxi headed for the theater. Pulling your phone out, you opened your messages with him to let him know you’d be there, fingers hovering the keyboard. No. You weren’t going to tell him. It would be a surprise.

You payed the taxi driver and thanked him profusely while you dragged your suitcase out of the car. When you arrived at the theater door, you realized the guard there was the same one you met on your first day at the theater, and many times since.

He smiled at you and reached into his pocket. “Lin told me to give you this if you showed up,” he told you, holding a slip of paper towards you and opening the door. “I can take care of your suitcase, too.”

You laughed, trading the ticket for your luggage. “Thank you!”

Instead of looking at the ticket, you headed straight for the front row and plopped down in the only empty seat left just as the music started.

You’d seen the show in rehearsals, but this was just unreal. The energy and emotion everyone put into the acting was incredible. The opening number was going smoothly, and you leaned back into your seat, bursting with pride.

Lin didn’t see you until halfway through My Shot. But when his eyes skimmed over the audience, he did a double take, focusing back in on you. The whole process took less than half a second, but afterwards, Lin stood a little taller and sang a little louder.

You loved him.

When the play was over, a security guard came to find you and escort you backstage. You made your way towards his dressing room, but before you could get anywhere close, Lin was flying around the corner and running towards you.

He kissed you without giving either of you a chance to talk. He hadn’t slowed down from his run, so he backed you into the wall and held you there, clutching your waist desperately and pressing his lips to yours like you were keeping him alive. He pulled away with a gasp.

“I love you,” you said in unison, and you melted in his fierce hug.

“(Y/N), you are so, so stupid!” he said. “Why would you come back?”

Tears were in your eyes as you laughed. “It was a typo, Lin.” You smiled up at him. “The letter. It was supposed to say August sixteenth, not August sixth.”

His jaw dropped. “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not, actually. Besides, there’s no way I could live on the other side of the country without you knowing that I love you.”

By this time, the rest of the cast was swarming the room, and they cheered when you kissed again, neither of you acknowledging the need to breathe for a long time.


(Thanks for your support of whatever this turned into lol)

for Brooke maedhrys, Resistance AU Jehan in palette # 22

this was really tricky to work with but I’m p. happy with the result? referenced from the third of this really cool set of portraits

Scout (singing): Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men!

Pyro (singing): It is the music of a people who will not be slaves again!

Demoman (singing): When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of a drum

All three (singing): There is a life about to start when tomorrow comes!

Medic: Nice try you guys. But singing is not going to get you three out of doing the dishes.

Soldier: VIVE LA RÉVOLUTION! (Knocks medic out with frying pan)

Vikings Preference "When they realize that they're in love with you"

(Woooo more Vikings preference :3 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

Ragnar-He’d realize he was in love with you after you had saved his life from a near death experience and even more as you’d personally take care of him and his injuries. Having you by his side so much, he’d understand how much he meant to you and he himself realize needs you in his life.

Rollo-He’d realize he was in love with you after you’d take it upon yourself to teach him something he isn’t familiar with. He’d come to realize how much it means for you to help him and how you would be so caring of him that it all just made him fall for you even more, and have a hard time keeping it to himself.

Floki-He’d realize he was in love with you as you’d constantly offer him help to build the boats. Seeing how adamant you are, no matter the weather or how busy your day would’ve been, it would all only make him feel so grateful to have somehow who could share his passion and admit to you how much he loves you.

Athelstan-He’d realize he was in love with you as he’d come to enjoy seeing all your efforts into learning about Christianity. His faith meant the world to him, so seeing you truly putting your all into it would make himself feel special to you and would come to love each moment you are both alone and away from others as you both study the Bible.

Bjorn-He’d realize he was in love with you as each time you’d come around to visit him in his camp during raids, he’d feel better about the situation. It wouldn’t matter how badly injured he was, seeing you walk towards him, coming over to spend your time with him, would make it all better and for him to know that he was in love.

Ubbe-He’d realize he was in love with you as he wouldn’t come to enjoy seeing you working as a slave. As he’d keep his mind on you constantly and try to help you with your work, he’d come to understand that he felt that way because he was falling in love with you, making him offering you a marriage to save you from your labor.

Hvitserk-He’d realize he was in love with you as he’d get shy and nervous around you, especially when you would laugh and joke around with him. Although, he would usually be confident and flirty around girls, when it came to you, it would all seem to go away and he would only hope that you’d make him smile all again.

Sigurd-He’d realize he was in love with you as he’d come to enjoy playing music with you and being alone together. Seeing how good you got at playing your instrument thanks to him and that you both make beautiful music together, it would only make him fall in love with you even more.

Ivar-He’d realize he was in love with you as he’d come to realize you were the only to truly care and understand his feelings. Having you around him, spending your time just listening to him and talk to him as well as being the few to make him laugh and feel more comfortable would make him fall for you each day.

Halfdan-He’d realize he was in love with you the moment he laid his eyes you. It was the first time he had ever seen you within the camp and the instant you approached to greet him with a smile and hand him a bowl of water to clean himself, that’s when he’d feel his heart beat faster and himself growing warm from all of it.

Harald-He’d realize he was in love with you as he’d notice all your efforts into making him happier day by day. It wouldn’t seem to matter how bad or angry he was, having close to him and cheering him up the many ways you would, would all make him feel better and understand how he can’t be without you.

Aethelwulf-He’d realize he was in love with you as he wouldn’t be able to handle seeing you involved with his father. Knowing how his father has an interest for you and from seeing the way he would show it, would all serve to make him irritated around the both of you and soon to understand that he was falling for you.

King Ecbert-He’d realize he was in love with you as he wouldn’t want you to leave his side and go back to Kattegat. He knew he was interested in you the instant he met you but as your stay would come to an end, he’d get irritated and would do anything to convince you to stay, only to understand himself.

Arne-He’d realize he was in love with you as he wouldn’t want anyone else to take care of his injuries but you. From the first time you did it, he felt so comfortable and at ease, he knew he didn’t want anyone else to be there for him but you and surely made you understand that feeling.

Lagertha-She’d realize she was in love with you as she’d end up putting her trust in you and no one else. Among the people around her, she’d feel that you were the only one she could trust so much and would end up telling you all her worries and so, making her understand she was in love with you.

Aslaug-She’d realize she was in love with you as you’d seem to be the only one to see her as a strong and capable woman rather than just being a beautiful face. She’d find it interesting to speak with you about her hopes and goals so much that she’d come to understand her feelings for you.

Thorunn-She’d realize she was in love with you as you’d keep looking for her and make her understand that her scar truly isn’t anything serious. Listening to you and feeling your touch would all make her heart skip a beat and understand her feelings for you.

Helga-She’d realize she was in love with you as you’d understand her feelings of wanting to be a mother. She’d just come to enjoy how you’d try to help her get that feeling again and soon would realize herself.

A Pile of Empty Brass

Author’s Note: This is the first time I’ve felt like I have a story worth writing in a long, long time. I wanted to thank everyone who has made such kind comments on my writing in recent weeks. All of the stories that you’ve seen on my tumblr are at a minimum a year old. You’ve reminded me why I enjoy writing, and I can only express my deepest gratitude to you all. Thank you.

It was not the human warriors that convinced us of their worthiness.

It was not their works of engineering.

It was not their music, it was not their cuisine, it was not their weapons of war, it was not their policies of peace, it was none of these things for how can we measure a species by these things?

A species may fight with ferocity and valor on the field, and scorn their poor. 

A species may build great works, and flee before a fight.

A species may sing beautifully, and use that song to pervert the truth.

It is no measure of a species how they treat their poor if they treat those who are not of their species as worse than dirt. 

No, no it was none of these things that convinced us of humanity’s greatness. 

It was their spirit. It was their resilience, their willingness to take a just cause to the bitter end and to watch their towers crumble and their skies burn before they would sacrifice what they considered sacrosanct. 

It was as their great fleets were smashed before the oncoming tide of terror and their armies massacred from the skies, for though we might not judge their race by their martial prowess it was a prowess they had in abundance. And the terror that came from the great void between the stars could not stand before the fury of a human army, and so rained fire on them from the skies. 

It was as disaster after disaster befell them, and a single demand was broadcast again, and again, and again. 

Surrender. Bend the knee. Permit the terror to stand tall. Let them break you beneath their whips.

Surrender your freedom, and be spared.

And so it was that a human diplomat came to us, the Concordat, the council of spacewalking species, and to my everlasting shame we counseled surrender. Many of us had. It was not wrong to bend the knee to the strongest, we argued. 

Humanity, it seemed, disagreed. 

“Honored Speaker of the Concordat, my fellow members.” He began, slowly, and I heard something in his voice I could not place then but I know now to be the joy humanity can only feel when they have dedicated themselves to a cause they know deep in their hearts to be so just, so pure as to be worth the deaths of everyone they knew or loved. It was the voice of a man who saw his death on the horizon and resolved to greet it with his head held high and a song on his lips.

“Caution, you have counseled us. It is wisdom you say, to bend the knee to that terror from beyond the void, to let them have our homes and our families to do with as we please. For you say there is no shame to live as slaves. No dishonor in surrender to an evil, so long as we live.” 

There was an unspeakable quality to his voice, a deep tenor that echoed throughout the chamber for those of us with the ability to hear it. 

“My fellow members of the Concordat you call your policy accommodation and say if we surrender, if we let the enemy into our homes and our hearts he will come to love us. 

“Humanity has considered this proposal, and as one we have spoken. As one we have rejected it, for we are not a people who will go quietly into the night we are not a people which will let our children grow up with the yoke of slavery around their necks without a fight. 

“We are all retreating under the pressure of this war and so you say that the time has come to surrender because you have heard from your own people pleas for peace at any price. You have heard those that say they would rather live on their knees than die on their feet.

“Honored members of the Concordat those voices may speak for your own people but they do not speak for us. There are things in this life worth bleeding for, worth killing for, worth dying for and the sweet air of freedom is such a thing. We will not surrender. This has been our position from the very beginning, and it has not changed.

“There is no price we will not pay to maintain our freedom, for as we die it is the only thing we have. One day, we all know, that one day we will go to meet our creator or the void. One day we will go into that darkness, and we will be judged, of this I have no doubt. I, my father, my mother, my son, my daughter, my people, my people will go into the void and we will hold our heads high. Our children will enter the void. Our children’s children will enter the void. This we all know.

“So the question before us is not ‘will our children live’ for our children will die. This is our burden to bear. The question that lies before us is how will they live. How can we look our children in the eyes and say ‘we did this for you’ as they are broken beneath the heel of a tyrant. 

“So members of the Concordant, we will set our children to flee. We will send them and our parents and those we can spare far, far away. We will send them further than the terror can follow and they will grow up free.

“And we, we who can? We will fight. We will fight in the space above our colonies, we will fight in the atmosphere of our homes and we will fight on the landing grounds of the terror. We will fight, and fight, and fight until the terror no longer comes, or the last of us has fallen.

“And we will pray to whatever God we believe in. We will pray to be made fast and accurate. We will pray for true aim and quick hands and minds. And we will not pray for victory, for we will not leave victory up to the fickle hands of fate. We will take victory, and our victory will be the free lives of our children. 

“We will not pray for victory. Our victory is assured. So members of the Concordat, we do not ask for your prayers for our victory. We ask that you pray for us to die in piles of empty brass.

“We will die on our feet so that our children will never know the agony of living on their knees.”

Lovesick Blues (Part 2)

Originally posted by ohhseby

A/N: I have decided there will not be drama on this fic because I am a nice and happy person who loves her followers.

You got a package, the package that Sebastian told you about. You also got the new phone and the tablet. You thought he would give you work essentials, maybe a calendar for your desk or something. Instead, in the box, you found: an apple watch with all the applications you would need, a digital pen for your tablet, a pair of Google glasses and a pair of keys. One key for your new SUV, one for your new apartment on the highest end building in New York.

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dinobuttz  asked:

Lmao I have to ask if you've heard JonTron's interview with Destiny on YouTube holy shit this guy

omg

ive had a number of asks like this on top of a posting backlog i want to get to.. i mean

fUCK

OK so i went to check it out and:

this horsehit is 2 hours long…

i was gluing manga to a wall and cutting out lil jebs and gabs to hide on it while i listened to it because fuck (below is the cut out sheet i made lol)

so i had my email open to write notes for later and this is what i wrote, no fixes or anything:

destiny is wrong -> 14 mins -14:30

both dumb at 16 mins for the commies and nazis statement. destiny is compared to commies for noooo reason?? I dont think destiny is backed up by communists???? as a bizarre kneejerk TU QUO QUe when jon tron is thrown a guilt by association argument from destiny because of the neo nazi followers of his. destiny says nazism is a race ideology while communism is an economic thing, i cant wrap my miand  around thisis. he has no idea what hes talking about. jon tron dumb cant adequently adders it either

none of them are using gaslighting right

jon tron loves saying tribalism


at 18:40 desitiny is ignorant as fuck with regards to riots. because he hasnt heard about it, therefore it doesnt exist, which is is about one of the most frustrating fucking things about this shitty clusterfuck of a debate besides jon tron asserting random made up facts and imploring destiny to look it up. Jon tron laughs and references the boiling frog analogy fittingly.

Jon tron continues to bring in international examples while dentiny tries to reel it back to the USA and the USA alone. This is annoying on two fronts:

1. Jontron is merely refering to situations rather than go in depth, such as compare tibet to “displacing white perople” when what ttibet is experiencing is hardly comparable to american white flight since the chinese are engaging in conquest/imperialism/ethnic cleansing and the west just simply isnt replacing their own population enough on their own for their corporate overlords tastes, so immigration fills the economic growth hole for better or for worse in their super simplified concept of economy (see: economies stop growing when ethnic civil strife brings it to ruin). but destiny doesnt have a clue what happens outside of his boiases. ;et alone the country, to even call him out, howeever when destiny has the proper misinformation, he will assert things like how japan is dying off or worse off for its homogenity without backing up his argument as well. which is a sign of liberals generally being ignorant to world issues unless their favoured media makes it a big deal ie with japan needing immigration. It’s clear both jon tron and destiny are parroting shit in hilariously broken, scatter shot fasihion

destiny thinks america is the most diverse country in the world, which is fucking wrong. Both of these asshoelss are throwing out garbage statements that are flat wrong that benefit their respective close minded, unresearched biases. Niether of them know any better so they cant even properly dismantle eachother’s argument. Clearly jon tron, nor destiny showed up to the debate with notes or preparation, which is a given considering they are both hot headed gamer shithead youtuber Know-It-Alls becuase they heard something in passing before and just throw out the garbled memory of that soething in debate.


jon tron thinks white people are more libertarian?? for some reason? destiny throws out a garbled statement akin to that MY THING WAS MADE IN THIS COUNTRY WHICH HAD PARTS IN THAT COUNTRY DESIGNED BY THAT COUNTRY YADDA YADDA DIVERSITY IS AMAZING when all these components werent built by americans but by different nation states engaging with others/.

at 37 minutes jontron says rich blacks commit more crime than whites, with no source but smugly tells destiny to look it up, confounding the shit out of destiny and the chatroom becuase hes put the burden of researching a fact that doesnt exist on his opponent.

destiny has

at 42, destiny is called a virtue signaller by jon tron, who is running through a list of things he learned a week ago on a mr metokur video to call destiny, which is every bit as cringe and awful to watch as the australian mp who called another sitting member of government out for man splaining

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZOXh5repOWI

desinty throws back a solid rebuttal that jontron side steps going “what im saying is…” and totally fuckign forgets what destiny even said 10 seconds later because jon tron is running through his recently learned, stupid diluted “”facts”” rather than listen and speak to any argument of destiny’s, especially in cases like this when destiny lands a solid question

at 45, destiny gussies globalization with how its great and necessary it is and how cutting off bringing in workers to make stuff in the usa (spoilers: jobs leave the USA, not come in) and trade would lower american standard of living since iiphones will be worth $3000 which is the most liberal, whitest fucking statement of argument because, while yes, iphones would get more expensive, but at least they arent being made in slave labour assembly plants where workers commit mass suicide in protest to their working conditions and that the west isnt pilfering the future leaders and skilled workers from these societies that need them most.

destiny, true to his ignorance, thinks cheap shit is awesome because its made elsewhere, unaware that it’s only so cheap because people die and get crippled in hot, unregulated slave labour factorys making his shitty overpriced electronics

desinty is right though that the american identity goes beyond just being white, because american culture is informed by its various ethnic gorups and peoples, for example it’s black community that does a disproportionately great job of establishing culure, music, activism and art for america as a whole

jon tron again doubles back, shifts the subject to other shit and starts talking about balkanization upon facing a solid argument

at 48 i start to lose my fucking mind because they are talking at eachother and jontron accuses destiny of deflecting when it is jon tron doing all the deflecting. jon trons smug laughter is grating

jon tron has to rely on telephone game “MUH EUROPE” over and over because he cant acknowledge that america is exceptional in how it assimilates and functionas as a melting pot in a way that europe fucking cant, which is creating the situations jon tron fumbless at with greasy game controller fingers to conflate with the USA in the first place.

desinty then claims that germany’s economy is doing great because of taking in refugees, here again he is talking out of his rose tinted ass because not only is it too early to tell if they are mkaing germany money or not, but that the reality is that they are likely a net drain on the germany given other countries and historic precedent

at 50 mins destiny thinks anti-abortion is a white christian thing, further enshrinign his white, middle class, youtuber ignorance. i guess catholic latinx or muslims are pro-choice

at 1 hour desinty says “its ok to keep a country frfom progressing as much as it can in order to maintain a rcaial identity"destiny clarifies it as “stifling growth” which is exactly what jon tron was asserting, to which he goes yeah dude, japan etc and this fucking knob destiny asks jon tron why he came to america instead of japan then, thinking his strawman homerun is about to take off - until jon tron says he was born in amerca.. destiny goes “oh… well…  y-your parents/// ijjuhhhUHH FUCK IM NOT TALKING ABOUT JAPAN IM TALKING ABOUT TEH UNITED STATES!!! which is about the best backfire ive seen all debate long considering the smug setup for it destiny had. furhtemore, what the fuck does “progressing” entail?? Neve raxplained

which is funny because when it isnt a country desinty can use as an argument against jon tron, destiny shrieks IM TALKING ABOUT AMERICA to disguise his ignorance unless it befits him (japan)

soon after though, destiny catches jontron on his shit about slowing immigration down so they can “enter the gene pool”

jontron couldve articulated around this but jontron is a moron, so, he just stutters and gets walked all over

i want to stab jon tron. laughing nervously is anot a good cubstitute for a credible argument

destiny stinks, though he fucking is destroying jon tron because jon tron is regurgitating even more  regurgitated shit arguments gleaned from someone else than destiny, who at points is arguing from his own values.

i have stopped paying attention rea

“that is what im talkibg about” -jon tron, who cant articulate what the fuck hes trying to verbal diarrhea for himself

“my oral ulterior motive is to maximize economic growth, and to maximize the slice of the pie for everybody in the united states” -destiny

destiny’s disposition is clearly and decisively about maximizing economic growth, but it rests upon ignorant hopefulness that these immigrants will arrive and abandon their cultures and become “american"this simultaneously exposes destinys humanitarianism as self serving (so long as it leads to economic growht:) ) which is partly why the immigration model in countries like sweden have completely collapsed (jontron touches on sweden but clearly has no fucking clue besides MUH RIIOTS) beause they took on an ABSURD amount of migrants and immigrants thinking it will pay for itself and transform sweden into a post-ethnic nascent economic power like a jr. america, except what the swedes have done is import a shit ton of people to be a “humanitarian superpower” and threw the lot of them into commie block ghettos and stopped caring about them, assuming they would naturally become swedes, permitting the transformation of these immigrant slums and neighbourhoods into economic and cultural parallel societies that frequently are violent toward swedish authorities and outsiders visiting their area, hence the term “no go zones” where police are instantly attacked and services like ambulances require escort.

“how do you grow an economy if the populatio n is dying off” says destiny, unaware that people can reproduce and will do so the moment people die off enough for real estate prices to collapse from housing supply outpacing demand and wages to skyrocket and make living costs manageable to have enough children to make replacement rate. You know. Naturally rise and fall and rise again. as humanity has done naturally for fucking ever and has fared PRETTY WELL without having to drive the environment and civil stability into the shitter for the ponzi scheme INFINITE GROWTH meme. Destiny argues this yet has no fucking clue what he’s arguing for. fuck destiny, fuck this argument, fuck “economic growth” that means demand from immigration and globalization that makes 600 square foot apartments cost $750,000 and ramshackle crackhouses cost $2million in vancouver. wow, im really feeling the economic growth, fucker.

jon tron brings up the disproportionate violence of black youths, but when asked to explain that, jon tron backs out and laughs about how destiny asking jontron to clarify that point is just like those shows on CNN where people are trying to “TRAP YAH”

Yah, jon tron, it’s called backing up your argument

jon tron jesterly mentions crime rates being consistent across africa when destiny addresses the court systems in america, as if jon tron’s hints toward his earnest views on race were subtle enough

destiny asks jon tron to name 5 african countries

why??

who cares

i am finding myself wishing i were arguing in place of eachotehr, because i see where they are both coming from but are too busy screwin g up their delivery to actually win a point over eachother

they are literally just talking at eachother and calling it a debate

Jon tron accuses destiny of bringing up irish and italians when its convenient

…as if jon tron doesnt bring up MUH YUROP and other whatevers when it’s convenient.

i hate this

they both suck t this. Jon tron has dug a hole through the earth and is now reaching escape velocity with his shovel and is soon to break earths orbit

jon tron brings up turks and iranians being able to assimilate into a culture than a romanian and hungarian would. If jon tron were knowledgeable to pursue this point, he couldve described how Kurds (an iranian people) and turks often fight and engage in conflict with each other in say, Germany to the dismay of germans who expected these groups to assimilate, forget their animosities from their homeland and become good forklift simulator playing germans.

i ahve wasted my hour

i like how i stopped keeping track of time on the video and just started ranting, rambling at the halfway point

I loved it for moments like this tho:

lmao

i feel jon tron is going through a PHILOSOPHICAL AND INFORMATIONAL BLOSSOMING which i guess is taking the red pill for some people. So he is on the same tier as a 16 year old who just discovered holohoax and bell curve graphs for the first time on a 4chan thread loaded with A. Wyatt Man drawings.

He will eventually (hopefully) research for himself these positions if only because he’s constantly being stomped and fighting people over these regurgitated opinions. Which means he is going to try and read up on them to better argue them. Which means he is going to have a hangover of sorts when he realizes what he’s done lol

Alright. Long, pro-Spuffy post.

Here we go.

Things to know before we start: I am pro-Spuffy, anti-Bangel. That being said, I do not hate Angel. At all. Or Buffy, even though I get a little heated about her in the post below. I didn’t watch Angel or read the comics. I read the synopses of both and watched the Spike scenes of S5 of Angel (because I love Spike). I am not forgiving Spike for attempting to rape Buffy. So, when we get there, remember I said that. I’m probably gonna be really thorough because I’m really obsessed with this show right now as I just finished it a week ago. Finally, I don’t like comparing Spike and Angel. Whether it’s with a soul or without. However, it’s sort of necessary to explain why I love Spike for Buffy. So, that’s why I’m gonna say again: I don’t hate Angel. But I need to compare the two because, basically, that’s what Buffy has had to do to make her choice. Soooo let’s get into it.

Basically I’m gonna break this down into three-ish Spikes. I won’t, like, stick to it very well, but it’ll be a basic outline. So: Pre-Buffy love, Post-Buffy love, Post-Soul. I’m gonna talk about Human!Spike as well and by the seasons. But let’s start with the Angel/Spike comparison to get it out of the way.

So, many people have said this before but, Spike fell in love with Buffy before the soul. This is important. We’ll come back to that. But let’s get something straight: Angel and Angelus are the same person. Okay, if you lot don’t wanna separate Soulless!Spike and Ensouled!Spike and want to say things like “How can Buffy love him after he attempted to rape her?!”, then we’re not gonna separate Angel and Angelus. Know what that means? Oh, yeah, you do.

It means that Soulless!Angel was, by and large, worse than Soulless!Spike. And not just because of what we saw in present day Buffy. Because of the flashbacks as well. William was once, even without a soul, a sentimental sweetheart. Yes, he still drank people, bad Spike. But it wasn’t until he had been broken and beaten down that he became “William the Bloody.” I mean, look at Angelus and Drusilla. Poor William was crushed when he caught them together. We saw that in S2 of Buffy when Angel was soulless, as well. On the other hand, Angelus didn’t give any shits about anything he did, who he did it to, or what it meant. For Spike, it was power that drove him. For Angelus, it was evil. Angel even said so in Angel. So, back to the before the soul love we were talking about. Spike was capable of it, even sought it out. Angelus could have been capable of it, who knows, but he didn’t want it. He wanted ruin. And, I know we’re all tired of hearing it, but it’s an important point that Angel had 100 years to grow into the soul and where he ended up when we met him in 1997 was basically where Spike was after 1 year with a soul. So. 

Now, that doesn’t mean I wish Angel ill, at all. The whole “Angelus was cursed, him having a soul doesn’t count” argument doesn’t work except to backup what I just said: he didn’t want to be good, until he was forced to be. But he did become good. He tried and he felt the guilt and he atoned and at the end of the day, Angel is one hell of a guy. 

But he’s not the one for Buffy. Here’s why:

When Spike fell for Buffy, he did not do a 180 all of a sudden. Obviously. He was still bad (as much as he could be with the chip) and he was still a douche. The reason that many of us still loved Spike at this point is because that’s Spike. Spike is crass and brutal and a sarcastic little shit. We wouldn’t want it any other way. But he changed. For her and because of her. And that story is so, so powerful. Shall we take a tour?

So, in “School Hard,” Spike comes to Sunnydale. He’s young, free, and in love. He’s also out to bag a third slayer. Who could blame him? He is a vamp, that’s what they do right? Throughout S2 of Buffy we see Spike go through an arc, from a cocky, entitled vampire to a broken, embarrassed, and hurt one. 

Sidebar: I love how, at any given point during Buffy or Angel, you can just tell that Spike is the “baby” vampire between him and Angel. And I don’t mean that in a bad way, it’s just a really great relationship that they have, Angel treating him like an annoying brother and Spike lashing out at him while still feeling inferior.

Back on track. So, he teams up with Buffy. Our first glimpse at a mutually beneficial relationship for the two. Here we get a solidified notion of what Spike+Humanity would look like. The next time we see that is S3 of Buffy, “Lover’s Walk.” Such a great episode for Spike. It shows how much love can drive him crazy but also fill the empty space in him where his soul should be. And it establishes Spike as an extremely intelligent creature, not just the mindless animal we thought him to be before (I’m talking about the “you’ll never be friends” speech, here). 

S4. So Spike’s in Sunnydale looking for invincibility (lol, that lasted a long time, huh?). And then the chip happens. Oh, the chip. This is so important to his arc and, eventually, his and Buffy’s. So, as much as I would like to believe otherwise, Spike wouldn’t have reached for goodness or fallen for Buffy like he did without the chip. In my opinion, he still could’ve “fallen for her,” but it would’ve been much more of a “I want to get in your pants” deal than a “I want you to love me back” deal.

So, the chip neuters William the Bloody. And so he has to integrate himself into the Scoobies as much as he can, not only to get money, but also to kill…demons that is. Mini-sidebar: I love how Spike goes from “I guess I’ll have to kill demons instead” to “I know it’s wrong to kill people, so I’ll kill demons so I still get to kill” to “It’s wrong to kill, but demons are bad, so I will do it to protect the world.” Amazing.

I know, I know. This isn’t a Spike post! Get on with the Spuffy! Sorry, I just love him so much.

Here we are, S5. Spike realizes he loves Buffy. Here’s my take: S5 was Spike’s “unhealthy” phase (for the most part) and S6 was Buffy’s (until the attempted rape, obviously). S7 was peace, but we’ll get there. Okay, so Spike is obsessed with Buffy, right? Not in a cute way. In a I-steal-your-underwear-and-pictures-of-you-from-your-house-and-also-sometimes-also-stalk-outside-the-house-and-I-also-made-a-sex-robot-of-you way. I’d almost go so far as to say he reached actual stalker level what with the chaining her up in his crypt thing. But he didn’t, like, kill Riley or try to hurt her (and he wouldn’t of, either, regardless of the chip because he doesn’t hurt Buffy), so I’ll refrain from calling him a full blown stalker. 

Okay, so from here on in, I’m gonna say something frequently that a lot of you won’t like: I was pissed off at Buffy and Buffy’s treatment of Spike to the point that I can’t go back and watch the full Spuffy scenes that involve her being “revolted” or rejecting him because it just pisses me off so much. 

In S5, Spike’s love for Buffy was incredibly immature. You know when you get into your first relationship and everything is be all, end all? Like, everything they do makes you squee and you have to be around them all the time, but if you have a fight you just get so beyond pissed and sad that your life is falling apart? Yeah, that was Spike. Buffy obviously wasn’t his first, but I do firmly believe that he didn’t hold this type of love for anyone before. His love with Drusilla, for one, was mutual and they were on the same side. I think loving someone that was so opposite him really messed Spike up. He didn’t know how to love her. Not until the soul. 

Okay, Buffy dies. That part where Spike cries??? Jesus Christ, ow. I thought I was dying. S6 now. Spike watched out for Dawn. Just like he said he would. If you don’t think that’s intensely powerful, who are you? He easily could’ve said “Nah, I’m just gonna go back to being alone” and left all of that behind. He didn’t know she was going to come back. But he loved her so much that he erased everything he had been for 100+ years to do the one thing she’d ever asked of him. Not to impress her, but because he knew it was the right thing. Because she treated him like a man.

When. He. Saw. Her. Alive. Again. Oh. My. God. Broke my heart. He counted the days. He was so gentle with her. He let her talk about whatever she wanted, he let her use him, let her do anything and everything just so she’d feel better.

The first real kiss: “Once More, With Feeling.” Oh, yeah. We’re gonna talk about the musical. A lot. Rest in Peace is such a heart breaking song. Because, honestly, Spike is 100% right. He shouldn’t have to suffer because he can’t have Buffy. Confiding in him is one thing, but what Buffy started to do was take advantage of him. That line in the song “You know/you got a willing slave”, explains it perfectly. Walk Through the Fire is a brilliant song, for one. But it also shows how much Spike wishes he could hate her, how he 100% knows that he’ll never do anything but love her, how he’ll follow her to the end of the world, and also how much he understands what it is that she’s going through, like no one else can. Something to Sing About, that little bit at the end that Spike sings to Buffy is so beautiful. All he wants is for her to live. And to want to live, to want to try. Where Do We Go from Here? is a group sing, yes, but for Spike and Buffy it’s sort of like a red herring combined with a really ironic ending (the kiss). It explains why Buffy hadn’t reached out to Spike before then, but also why it failed at the end of S6. It’s all about walking “alone in fear.” Buffy never allowed herself to be loved or to love.

That was too much on the musical, sorry. This is a long ass post. We rage on!

Important Sidebar: Spike never, even in S5-6, expressed his love for Buffy just to get in her pants. Never. He always wanted her to love him back. As fucked up and destructive as the two ended up being, the love Spike had for her was as genuine as it could’ve been at the time. Remember, he didn’t use her, she used him.

So, here’s the thing that pisses me off from this point forward: they kiss, Buffy brushes it off; they have sex, Buffy waves it away, and yet Buffy keeps coming back. Look, I don’t totally blame Buffy. Obviously. I mean, she got pulled out of heaven and then had to dig herself out of her grave. She has her own issues. I respect that. And she didn’t just take it out on Spike. She abused Giles and neglected Willow and whole bunch else. But the bottom line is: by the last third of S6, she knew what she was doing and she was totally clear headed about it. She knew what she was doing before, but she couldn’t stop herself. She needed it, so she could feel. But right around the time Riley showed up and she went to Spike’s and said “Tell me you love me, tell me you want me”, I knew she knew she was tearing into Spike and she didn’t give a damn. From there, the blame falls on Spike.

She breaks it off with him because she doesn’t want to keep using him (further backing up the fact that she knew what she was doing). And Spike loses it. 

Here’s the thing: Rape is not okay, never, ever, but that wasn’t Spike. And I’m not talking about “not Spike” in a soul/no soul way. Spike is Spike, before or after the soul. And besides, people rape other people all the time, and they’ve got souls in them, right? This has nothing to do with the soul. I believe the episode title for the attempted rape episode is “Seeing Red.” That’s what it was. It was Spike in the sense of his body, personality, memories, etc., but that was not Spike’s mind. As I said before, he lost his mind. That’s not an excuse, but you can clearly tell that Spike knew instantly that he’d done something terrible, unforgivable. He was broken and hurt and an empty shell of pain. And the fact that he left Sunnydale to get his soul back, not only for Buffy, but to be a better man testifies that the bathroom scene was simply not him. He wouldn’t of done it as a human, he wouldn’t of done is at William the Bloody, he wouldn’t of done it when he was with Dru, it was a blind, senseless act that he’ll regret until the day he’s dust. That’s not me forgiving him, that’s me saying that all of us do despicable things and if we never reformed or help others reform, we’d have one hell of a miserable world.

Okay, S7. Spike was being controlled/tortured by the First, yes, but I do think that his new soul had something to do with his crazed state. Not as much as the First did, but some. And I say that because, remember Angel? Remember how sad and dilapidated he was because he was wracked with guilt? That’s what happened with Spike. It was just amplified because of the First.

Buffy is wary of him, and that’s good. She should be. But I think she also recognizes immediately, at least on some level, that Spike has changed (more than the obvious I-live-in-the-school-basement thing). When Spike is lucid, she has every right to be nervous like she was in the first chunk of episodes. 

But by the end of S7, the fact that their relationship grows to the point of trust and love demonstrates just how much Spike changed and how good of a man he is.

So, I wanna talk more in depth about the pre-post soul thing. Here’s what I believe: part of the change Spike went through was due to the soul (the guilt he felt forced him to see everything in a different light than before, for example), but part of it was done on his own. Meaning, after the attempted rape, Spike would’ve taken steps to improve who he was anyway. The soul was one of those steps, and it helped him to “recover” fully, but he would’ve had some degree of growth regardless.

So, here we are, with my favorite version of Spike. I know some people don’t like “love’s bitch” Spike or “mushy-gushy” Spike, but I love it. Not because I’m gushy. Jesus, I’m so far from gushy. I love it because Spike went through a huge arc. We met him as William the Bloody, learned about Willy and his past, and what we’re left with at the end of the series is just purely Spike. He’s still sarcastic and a fighter, like William the Bloody, but his humanity and compassion shines through, like Willy. Spike is the perfect, final product of an epic journey of discovery. 

Sorry, back to Spuffy.

Buffy learns to trust Spike again. Because she recognizes that the “bad” things he did (in S7) weren’t his fault, because she recognizes that he’s changed. One of my favorite things to talk about with Spike in S7 is his total backseat attitude when it comes to Buffy. He doesn’t try to get back with her, he tries to be conscious of how/if he’s touching her, he doesn’t make sexual comments/suggestions, he doesn’t confess his love over and over or beg her to forgive him or feel sorry for him. He’s totally and completely letting her have the control. That’s the real reason she trusts him again. Because he’s pure. He doesn’t need to say he loves her over and over or convince her he’s changed because it shows. Even when he doesn’t intend it to, his light shines through and draws Buffy to him once again.

Finally, I want to talk about the last three episodes of the series. The Spuffy moments, that is. At the point of “Touched”, Buffy trusts Spike again. This is one of the few times in the season Spike voices his feelings without filter, and it isn’t for selfish reasons like it sometimes had been in the past. It was to give Buffy confidence and worth. Because he loves her enough to that for her. The speech he gave is one of the best things I’ve ever seen on TV. It’s totally selfless. And when she asks him to stay with her, he’s prepared to sleep in a chair to make her comfortable; but then she asks him to hold her and, no hesitation, he goes to her. The fundamental difference between this Spike and the Spike in S6 is this Spike thought of Buffy first. He heard that she needed him and he went to her. I’d wager that he didn’t want to let himself think “this is the best night of my life” because he didn’t want it to be about him, he wanted to focus on her, be there for her.

And that brings us to “End of Days.” God, the dialogue between the two of them in the last three episodes is just amazing, yeah? The talk they had in the kitchen was so beautiful. Same thing, Spike didn’t want to make that night about him but he admitted that it was the best night of his life, and Buffy glowed. This is the first time, in my opinion, that Buffy got that fuzzy feeling in her belly because of Spike. Before, anything close to “I love you” from Spike made Buffy react like “Please don’t say that, I don’t want this to be serious, that’s too much to think about.” This conversation is the first time Spike says something like “I love you” and Buffy thinks “Oh my God, this amazing man thinks watching me sleep and holding me was the best night of his life.” 

Okay, “Chosen.” I’m gonna cry. Pull it together! The basement scene. Buffy left Angel for Spike. She said she was “baking,” but, at least for the night, she was done baking and Spike got the cookies… Okay, ew. Sorry. Moving on. Spike being jealous of Angel in the way he was jealous of Angel was so sad and beautiful and sweet. It wan’t angry or even bitter. He wasn’t cursing Angel or thinking “great, he’s taking my woman again.” He was hoping, praying to anything and everything that he wouldn’t lose this girl. Not the one he really, truly loved. Not the one that brought out the better side of him, the one that he’d forgotten. Not Buffy. 

And Buffy calling Spike a champion, kill me. It’s too beautiful for my heart to handle. And did you see how Spike glowed? He just felt so special, sort of like that moment in the previous episode with Buffy, you know, the “Oh my God, this amazing man” thing? Yeah, that. That’s how Spike felt. Seen, cared for, important, warm, hers. 

Buffy caressing Spike’s face, and then Spike holding Buffy again just topped off the episode for me. Beautiful.

Okay. Now the hard part. 

“I love you.”

“No, you don’t. But thanks for sayin’ it.”

Spike!!! But she does love you!!! And you didn’t believe it!!! She loved you as soon as your hands clasped. As soon as she looked into your eyes and saw everything she had, what she stood to lose. As soon as she saw you looking back at her. God that scene will forever make me want to die while singing the songs of heaven. 

Buffy’s last word in the series being “Spike” is perfect. Fuck you if you don’t think so. Sorry, I’m not usually mean, but he deserved it. He’s a beautiful, lovely man. A good man.

I wish they’d had just one more season. Because the mature love they shared in that very last moment was just blooming and it deserved one more season. Alas. We get it in the comics, though. And we get some Spuffy dialogue from Spike in Angel. I just can never get enough of the two of them. They’re the most beautiful, heart breaking, transcendent love story I’ve ever had the pleasure of watching. And I’m a hardcore Destiel shipper. It’s hard to get me to pull away from that. That’s how amazing Spike and Buffy’s love story is. 

If you’ve made it this far, good for you. I just needed to say it, all my thoughts. I love them so much, they mean so much to me. Spuffy forever. Always. 

Osomatsu-San Extra Stories Translation ‘Karamatsu of Dreams” Part One

Another translation from the Extra Stories (Bangaihen) novel. This time about Karamatsu and his dreams of putting on a live concert. Quite a lot of painfullness, as you would expect. Doing it in two parts this time.

Cultural note: The Nippon Budokan is a big indoor arena in Tokyo that was originally built to host martial arts contests. It’s also a well known concert venue, and it’s considered very prestigious to play here. An artist or group playing here is a sign that their career is on the up.

Karamatsu of Dreams - Part One

Beneath the blue sky –

Karamatsu was sitting on the roof of the house clutching his guitar.

“Heh… the Goddess of Music is fickle.”

He wasn’t playing the guitar, and he certainly wasn’t singing. From the outside, he didn’t look like he was doing anything other than basking in the sun.

His whole body was bathed in sunlight. He felt as if he were shining like the sun itself.

“Oh, Sunshine! What are you trying to do by heating me up even more? After you’ve lit my heart on fire, you’ll only end up burning yourself, aha?”

He faced the sun and put on his sunglasses.

“I’m dazzling, aren’t I? You can use me, Sunshine!” 

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Something About Pet Names

Request: Can u do one where a close guy friend of y/n’s call her princess and she ignores it but she told harry she doesn’t liked to be called that and gets angry

also special thanks to the always lovely, @stylesunchained for the help. x

Originally posted by catchynells


The party is buzzing away, one of the most rambunctious Harry had ever taken you too.  In fact, it’s pounding. The music is loud and people are everywhere, there’s barely any room to move without bumping hips or elbows with someone else. It’s humid too, everyone who isn’t dancing or mingling is fanning themselves or downing more drinks in hopes of cooling off. The air is hot, dripping, even- and it has been for hours. 

 You don’t mind, though, even in the slightest. You enjoy the parties, and you enjoy that Harry brings you to them. You’ll take a sweaty room full of drunk people to spend whatever fleeting amount of time his schedule can allow. Whatever time you can spend with your oldest and dearest friend, is enough for you. He had tried so hard to keep you integrated in his crazy life. Even when he’s gone, no matter how long, he manages. Between the texts and the occasional facetimes with raspy voices and snappy sentences (”Oi! Don’t fall asleep on me! ‘M talkin to yeh, aren’t I?”), he had always managed to keep you in the loop. His loop. 

And you’ve become friends with his friends too, and maybe enough so over the past few years that you can call them your friends too. They’re wonderful and they keep you company when Harry is gone. 

You sip away with due amusement at the half empty flute of sangria in your hand, leaning back against the bar stool as you watch Harry drunkenly tap away on his phone in front of the wide room with his clumsy fingers, as he sings into the microphone with the other.

You smile at him as he grips the microphone and his rough voice fills the room, echoing off the walls and acting as barrier to the mulled conversation within it. He’s having fun, he’s enjoying himself a lot, and you’re so happy for him. It’s been so long since you’ve seen him so.. at ease, even if it is credited to the alcohol he’s consumed over the course of the past few hours. It had been building all night, the gleam in his eyes, from when a group of you had played some games to the way he had practically tried to swallow a cigarette earlier in the night. 

“S’he looking up the lyrics to a Christmas song?” A voice asks, sinking in front of you and blocking your view of Harry. 

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@chomra I couldn’t help but write it :>

The Port Mafia, mention that name in the Underworld and it would send shivers to the spine of the people listening. There was an unsaid rule in the Underworld; “never mess with the Port Mafia if you want to live another day.”  

Their connections were as tangled as webs; reaching out the last person on Earth. Their influence and power was widely heard. Rumors of the destruction brought by the Port Mafia were awed, feared and no one in the Underworld didn’t know the name: Port Mafia.

A smirk grazed his lips. He wonders if how high his power would be if he brought the Port Mafia to their knees. He sees his target; walking and basking in the sunlight of Yokohama, like he wasn’t a murderer on the streets. Once he had fooled him, he could rule the Underworld.

“Nakahara Chuuya is a power tool who is easy to manipulate.” The voice whispers inside his head; like a lulling lullaby. “Your power would rise up once you fooled him. You would be able to kill those who oppose you. No one would be able to defy you.”

How he could taste the power right at the tip of his tongue.

His ability; Demons in Thee was an ability that got him out of tight situations, it was an ability he would always be proud.

“Chuuya~”

His target; Nakahara Chuuya stops. His eyes narrows, brows rising inquiringly. “What do you want, Dazai?”

Perfect.

“Can’t I just greet you, Chuuya?” He asks; in a cheerful tone he knows Dazai Osamu would use when talking to the Port Mafia Executive. “Where are you going, Chuu-ya?”

Chuuya’s brow raised in confusion. “Oi, are you sick or something?” He asks; placing a hand on Dazai’s forehead. “You must’ve bumped your head and what I do is none of your business, you bastard.”

Hmm. Nakahara seems to be in a bad mood today. A smirk grazes his face. Perfect. It’s easier to manipulate someone who’s moods are either angry or happy; the most sensitive emotions of all.

“What do you mean, Chuuya~” He says, smirking. “It’s not every day I get to bump with you in the streets~”

Chuuya gives him a deadpan look. “Yeah, whatever. Let me pass.”

“Where are you going, Chuuya?”

“That’s none of your business, bastard.”

“But Chuuya’s safety is my business.”

“Fuck off.” Chuuya rolls his eyes. “I can take care of myself. I wouldn’t be a Port Mafia Executive otherwise.”

Perfect. It seems that Nakahara Chuuya trusted his deception. Ha. How low is the security in the Port Mafia anyway? How could Nakahara Chuuya trust someone who has betrayed the Mafia so easily? How could he make an Executive when his sense of danger is as low as the ground he is walking on?

Oh well. This makes everything easier.

Chuuya enters a bar making him scrunch his nose in disgust. He’s not very fond of loud music vibrating in his eardrums. Groaning silently, he follows Chuuya; who sits in the stool, nodding at the bartender who placed a drink in front of him.

“How is the Mafia these days, Chuuya?”

Chuuya rolls his eyes; raising the glass to meet his lips. “Why would you care? You left, didn’t you?”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t care about you, Chuuya.”

“Keep lying to yourself.”

He was losing him. No, he was going to extract the information even if it’s the last thing he does. “How is Akutagawa?”

Chuuya snorts. “The usual. He goes off on missions alone and he prefers to work alone. I don’t even know why Mori had let him handle a squad.” Chuuya shakes his head. “Ever since Higuchi rescued him, he opened up and softened to them a little. There’s still the barrier between them that cannot be broken.”

He hums; a small smirk on his lips. Perfect.

“How you even predicted to have him and the man tiger to work together is beyond me.”

“It’s how great minds think, Chuuya~”

Chuuya rolls his eyes. There’s silence between them; filled in with the loud barrage of music in his ears. Irritated, he clicks his tongue. Chuuya places his glass on the counter, grabbing his hat.

“Put it in my tab.”

“I’ll pay for it.” It may be your last drink, after all.

Chuuya shrugs. “Do what you want.” Chuuya drapes his coat around his shoulders before turning his heel. He slaps the money on the counter before following the red head out.

“Are you going home, Chuuya?”

“I have reports to do unlike you.” Chuuya snorts.

He licks his lips. Perfect. Now, he would also know where the Executive lives. “Did you move apartments, Chuuya?”

Chuuya stays silent. He walks towards a dark and abandoned alley. Furrowing his eyebrows, he follows the redhead. “This is where you live?”

“No.” Chuuya shakes his head and in a swift move, Chuuya had him pinned on the wall; both of his arms on his back. “This is where you die.”

“Wha…” There’s confusion all over his face. “How? I… I didn’t… I thought…”

Chuuya snorts. “You underestimate how much of an asshole Dazai is.”

“I’m hurt, Chuuya~”

Chuuya rolls his eyes. “Talk about the Devil and he shall appear.” He murmurs. He watches as a person emerges from the shadows. It was like standing in front of a mirror. The person, Dazai Osamu had a smirk on his face, walking towards them.

“How? When did you know?!” He shouts.

Chuuya raises a brow. “The first time you blocked me on the street. Nice try imitating his bandages but Dazai would never tie his bandages where they could be seen.” He snorts. “He likes to leave it as it is, parading it around.”

“You…bastard!”

The real Dazai Osamu shakes his head, tapping him on the shoulder nullifying his ability. “Haru Yoshida. A thief and a slave in the Underworld who has the ability to change his face and form with any person he desires.”

“You made a fool of me! You bastards! I will get you for this!”

Dazai sighs. “Now, now. Try to be quiet or you’ll disturb the whole neighborhood.”

“As if you care about that, Shitty Dazai.”

“Chuuya, I am a kind person. What do you mean?”

Chuuya snorts and rolls his eyes. He grip the man’s arm tighter; until the bones cracked and the man’s shout echoed throughout the place. “I’m hungry. This bastard ruined my day.”

“How… how is this possible?! He assured me victory! He guaranteed I would be able to manipulate you!”

“He?” Dazai asks, brows raised. “Who?”

“A man…violet eyes, tall, dark bugs under his eyes.” He was saying it hysterically. “I… He told me! He promised me! How could anyone defy God’s orders?”

“Tall, dark bugs, violet eyes?” Dazai asks; he cocks his head, looking over Chuuya who nodded grimly. “Looks like it’s going to be a reunion in the making, Chuuya~”

“I’d rather not face him again.”

“But you still will, won’t you, Chuuya?”

“Both… you… who are you both?! I… You dare defy a God’s orders?!”

“Us?” Dazai smirks; the smirk oh-so-familiar; like a demon smiling in front of him. It’s a smile he flashes before he enters the torture chamber. He inches closer, making the man whimper and wish he was one with the wall. “Haven’t you heard? We’re Double Black.”

Double Black.

Ah. He remembers, like a fleeting memory as his eyelids close; his consciousness drifting away; the warnings on his head like a faded memory.

“If you heard Double Black, run; run until your legs give out, run and never look back if you want to see the light of another day.”

He picked the wrong people to deceive, didn’t he?


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Actor AU Masterlist

Say You Love Me -  Yuuri Katsuki is an upcoming actor, cast in the role of Christine Daaé, even though he’s a guy. He thinks that this won’t be too hard, aside from those killer high notes. But, oh, was he wrong. He didn’t think that his castmates would be so… interesting. Especially the actor portraying Raoul, Viktor Nikiforov. Yuuri finds himself head over heels for Viktor. But castmate relationships are unprofessional. Right?

it’s like you’re photoshopped - Not-So-Local Ex-Dancer Upsets Coworkers by Failing to Communicate with Celebrity Castmate, details at eleven.//Yuuri just wants to retire already.

Scripted - Viktor Nikiforov is a wildly successful theater-turned-Hollywood actor who fears he’s plateaued.Yuuri Katsuki, on the other hand, is an up-and-coming thespian who struggles with jumpstarting his career. All the while dealing with his anxiety. Clearly, going to the same school as his Russian idol didn’t help much.Both out of ideas, they decide to pursue graduate studies in their alma mater. They work on a play together and, along the way, maybe even pursue something more with each other.

& Action!!! -  Viktor Nikiforov five tine Oscar winning actor from Russia and now employed on the biggest acting company in Asia and collaborates with its newest and ‘Rising Asian Action Star’ from Hasetsu together. Will he be able to cope with the new genre that he chose or will he be having trouble with his co-star?

Oops, baby I love you -  Viktor Nikiforov won another Oscars this 2016 and Yuri’s a budding fashion designer. As much as they do love each other, their work and the almost non-existent time they have for each other led for them to break up. Everything was okay, or so they thought until Phichit’s birthday came up and then suddenly, their hearts yearn for each other once more, but complications rear its ugly head towards their get-together again.

Opposites Attract - Katsuki Yuuri is a ill adjusted pop singer with a lot anxiety, hiding from the world of music. He’s probably not doing a good job, because when he wakes up with a hangover, he found himself starring in a viral video, pole dancing and singing Paula Abdul’s part of Opposites Attract.Oh, and he gets an offer from his favourite actor, Victor Nikiforov to be the romantic lead of his last movie, some musical about 2 people falling in love.

Endless Summer Hydrangea - Victor is a well-known actor while Yuri is an established director.
They chanced upon one another once before meeting on set of the filming of a tragic love story.Rumors say that it came from the director’s personal experience. That it was his way of documenting his life and presenting his story to the world. A story on his love; his first love, his one and only love. One that didn’t include Victor.Victor who has fallen head over heels with Yuri decides to make the latter fall for him. Will he succeed in melting the frozen heart or will his love story too end up as tragic as the one he is filming?

Lights, Camera, Action -  Or Yuri On Ice is a show like usual, but Yuuri, Victor, and Yurio are all actors, and they’re not quite like their characters in the show

Live, Laugh, Love -  Yuuri Katsuki, a 23-year-old Japanese actor, was a veteran top star. He has been in various popular movies as both main and supporting actors, creating a massive fan base. Nonetheless, he never lost his composure and always worked hard to give back the love he received every day. One fateful day, he got a script; a story about a young man who lost faith within himself but found his way back to the world’s stage with the love of his coach. Something clicked within Yuuri and even though his manager told him that the project might ruin his reputation, he insisted. What could possibly go wrong? And then, he met the Viktor Nikiforov.

soft hearts, electric souls - “One day, I want to see your name on the Walk of Fame.”Yuuri Katsuki is a rising star, landing a starring role in a Hollywood film for the first time. Turns out he’s going to be starring alongside his long-time idol and the biggest star in Hollywood, Viktor Nikiforov.It begins to get difficult to differentiate their characters feelings from their own.

Putting On A Show - Viktor Nikiforov is a famous Russian actor, and it seems that he has all a man could want.Which is why no-one expects him to pack up and move to Detroit.However, this surprise move lands him very near the young IT man Yuuri Katsuki, who wants to find more from life than working his 8-5 and coming home to his roommate slaving away for college.An amateur theater group seems to grant everyone’s wishes.

Santa, Yuri -  Yuri is finally on the set of a huge film with his favourite actor, Viktor Nikiforov. Unfortunately, he’s rather nervous. So, with Christmas coming up, Phichit decides Yuri needs his help, despite Yuri’s protests.

Once Upon A Dream -  In which Victor Nikiforov is your above average salaryman and Yuuri Katsuki just made his leading male role debut as an Alternate actor for Prince Philip in the play ‘Sleeping Beauty’. Victor knows he’s fucked.

Ptichye Moloko -  Viktor is a two time Academy Award winner actor who, while shooting a movie in Japan accidentally found a small cake shop Agape & Eros and instantly fell in love with the stunning desserts on display. He, however, did not expect to fall in love with the gorgeous but shy man who ran the shop.

i wanna lock in your love - Viktor has been planning this for months and somehow, in the span of about 5 minutes, it all goes to shit.Or: In which Viktor Nikiforov, award winning singer-songwriter, actor, certified musical genius, and occasional model, tries and fails to propose to his boyfriend (but it all works out in the end anyways).

Cherry Blossoms - “What would you like today?” A gentle, smooth voice interrupted his reading. Viktor closed his phone and opened his mouth to order as he looked up.

The words died in his throat and he felt like he was just punched in the gut when all the air in his lungs suddenly deserted him.

There was a goddamn angel in front of him.

SNK Characters With Les Mis Songs and Quotes

Eren Jaeger: “Do You Hear the People Sing?”
- “It is a music of a people who will not be slaves again!”

Mikasa Ackerman: “On My Own”
- “Without me, his world will go on turning. A world that’s full of happiness that I have never known!”

Armin Arlert: “Little People”
- “So ya better run for cover when the pup grows up!”

Jean Kirstein: ABC Cafe/Red & Black
- “Red: the blood of angry men. Black: the dark of ages past. Red: a world about to dawn. Black: the night that ends at last!”

Marco Bodt: “Castle On A Cloud”
- “Crying at all is not aloud. Not in my Castle On A Cloud.”

Annie Leonhardt: “I Dreamed a Dream”
- “I had a dream my life would be… so different from this Hell I’m living.”

Reiner Braun: “Stars”
- “And if they fall as Lucifer fell, the flames, the sword!”

Bertholdt Hoover: “Bring Him Home”
- “He is young, he’s afraid.”

Ymir: “Look Down;Paris Beggars”
- “Look down and show some mercy if you can.”

Krista Lenz/Historia Reiss: “A Heart Full of Love”
- “Not a dream after all.”

Sasha Blouse: “Turning”
- “Where’s that new world now the fighting’s done?”

Connie Springer: “Empty Chairs at Empty Tables”
- “Oh my friends my friends!!!!!!!!! ……. don’t ask me. What your sacrifice was for.”

Erwin Smith: “Who Am I?”
- “And must my name until I die be no more than an alibi? Must I lie? How can I ever face fellow men? How can I ever face myself again?”

Levi Ackerman: “At the End of the Day”
- “You’ve got to pay your way at the end of the day!”

Hanji Zoë: “Master of the House”
- “Raise it up the Master’s ass!”

Mike Zacharias: “Drink With Me”
- “Will the world remember you when you fall?”

((I have been inactive for a while and I apologize. I participated in my school’s production of Les Miserables and that sorta took up all my time for about 2 months. Seriously we had practice from 6-9 and on other days it could be 9 hours. It was a lot of fun but also a lot of work and stress. It’s over now so maybe I can get my shit together now and post more.))

Bookstore Muse

◦ pairing: reader x namjoon

◦ rating: pg

◦ word count: 1.3k

◦ request: @namjoonspinkhair this is for you my love! i’m glad you were my secret santa and i hope you enjoy this!

a/n: Honestly that one video of Joonie in the bookstore is such boyfriend quality that I honestly don’t know what to do with myself when I see it.

R E Q U E S T || M A S T E R L I S T


Perhaps it was the variety of creatures one could find there, or maybe it was simply the comforting hum of the unhurried bustle. Upstairs children tugged their mothers coats, pleading for this or that, holding some picture book or comic in their hands. Across from them, tables were hidden between the shelves with college students craning over themselves in strange angles, their hands flying across the page. They slaved away for the whole day with stacks of books beside them: fiction, nonfiction, poetry, biography, cooking, religion, philosophy, you name it– it sat patiently beside them, not even begging for attention. Just the fact that they had been selected from the shelf was enough. Downstairs, where I sat now, the cafe murmured with a gentle pace. Whatever it was about this place, the bookstore always housed my favorite models.

Beside me, in a table for two, a man slammed his stack of books down. He wore all black, topped even with a black beanie, a laptop bag draped from his shoulder. He mumbled an apology to no one in particular and neatened his stack of books, ordering them by size: The Owl Service, Almost Transparent Blue, Man Box. My hands searched idly for the surface of the paper.

He pulled his laptop out of his bag, clearing his throat as he opened it. I glanced over at him, a gasp nearly dropping from my lips as I recognized him. Kim Namjoon. Otherwise known as Rap Monster, but in my head, he was just Joonie. I tucked my strands of my hair behind my ear, hoping that if he looked this way he might at least go home remembering the cute girl who sat next to him at the bookstore cafe.

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