the-atrium

anonymous asked:

I heard that Story Op 2 is on vinyl, do you know if is it available to buy?

it’s only up for display at the smtown coex atrium so it’s not available for purchase. it’s possible that a vinyl may be included in the merchandise for jonghyun’s agit concerts next month (because there was one the last time around) and, if it is, there’d be a chance that some people may put it up for sale on ebay (or maybe on a site like kpopmart or kpoptown) but the number would likely be limited and costly.

procraesthetics  asked:

I wonder what would happen if Dudley grew up in the wizarding world but still as a muggle? like kind of reverse AU where his parents are dead and he has to go to Lily for whatever reason? do you think he would become bitter like Petunia about magic?

Lily remembered her sister, how there had been a time she was curious and delighted about magic, before it slowly sank in that she could look and not touch.

The last thing Petunia had said to Lily before she died was a chilly goodbye, ending a holiday dinner where they’d had a shrieking row in the entryway. Petunia had said freak and Lily had hissed better than this, better than this being my whole fucking world, Tune, do you even see yourself, are you happy–

And now here was Dudley Vernon Dursley fussing himself to sleep as Lily walked the halls of the Godric’s Hollow house. His tiny soft hands with their tiny soft fingernails curled under her chin, the same way Harry always had.

She passed James, who was gently bouncing his way up the hall the opposite way. “I think he’s asleep,” James mouthed over Harry’s tousled head. His hair was the same mess, bent down to peer at his sleeping son.

Lily stopped where she stood, her nephew heavy on her chest, her husband smiling, her sister buried. “James,” she said. “How are we going to do this?”

“Oh,” he said. “Hey. Don’t you cry, you’ll start them off– unless you need to cry, I mean, you go ahead, hey, sweetheart, hey, it’s alright, you just let it out.” He stepped forward, shifting Harry gently to his other shoulder, and pressed his forehead to hers. “We tuck them in, okay, that’s what we do next. Then we go to our own bed, okay, and go to sleep, and when we wake up it’ll be a new day.”

“A new day,” she said. “Another day– James, that’s the– I’m so tired.”

“So let’s sleep. It’ll look better in the morning,” he said. “And if it doesn’t look better this morning, it’ll look better in the next one.”

“You promise?”

“Better than that. I’ll show you. Every day,” he said and kissed her cold forehead.

Dudley had not shown up on the Potters’ doorstep with the milk bottles. Lily had gotten a phone call from the landline she still had installed in Godric’s Hollow, about an accident, and she had gone down to the Muggle police station to identify the bodies.

The cupboard under the stairs was filled with spiders, broomsticks, and the sewing machine Lily’s mother had given her when she married James– that’s all. Dudley slept downstairs. Uncle Remus taught Dudley and Harry to knock out coded messages through the wall their rooms shared.

In the backyard, beside a rickety porch and an ambitious hedge, James taught them to fly– first on little tot brooms where their toes brushed the grass the whole time, then out of the barrels of practice brooms James used for lessons and coaching Little League Quidditch.

When the boys turned ten, five weeks apart, they both got shiny new Nimbuses on Dudley’s birthday (which came first), and a set of enchanted Quidditch balls on Harry’s, to share. The Bludgers were enchanted to be very kind but Dudley spent long afternoons whacking them far afield while Harry chased the Snitch at his back.

Harry had a scar on his forehead, like a jagged bit of lightning. Dudley had no scars– the car crash that had killed his parents hadn’t touched him where he sat strapped into a car seat in the back, chewing on a stuffed dinosaur toy.

Lily did not believe in lying to the children. She was bare years off being a child herself, and spare moments on the far side of a war. When Dudley asked about his parents, she told him there had been an accident. She pulled pictures off the shelf and wrote Petunia’s old university friends for more.

Photographs came by mailman, the images still and unnatural to Dudley’s eye. Every day he’d gone out to play, for years, he’d been waving at the picture near the back door of his aunt and uncle on their wedding day, and they waved back every time.

“She was very clever,” Lily said. “Your mom liked to know everything.”

“And my dad?”

“Vernon liked… cars?” James offered. “That’s the word, right, Lily?”

“I didn’t know him very well,” Lily said. “He liked drills, I think; he worked for a firm that made them, and he talked about that a lot.”

Dudley brushed his thumbs over the dull edges of the photos. When Lily went off to Auror headquarters the next morning for work, James bundled the boys up and took them on an impromptu invisible tour of Grunnings Drill Manufacturing Inc.

They tiptoed down halls and past water coolers and ringing fellytones. They held hands under the Cloak as they dodged around the machines on the manufacturing floor, thumping and pounding and whirring away loudly enough that Harry and Dudley could whisper to each other under the noise. An elevator took them all the way up to the top floor. Harry whistled cheerily and eerily along with the elevator music while the Muggles slowly edged toward the doors and pressed floor buttons lower than they’d originally wanted.

There were boxes and cabinets and folders and desks and staticky monitor screens full of numbers strewn in endless grids. “Merlin’s knuckles,” said Harry, who was seven and a half and rather proud of this expletive. “People can look at this all day, their whole lives, and not die?”

“Work is hard work,” said James.

“At least mum gets to curse things.”

“But my dad liked it?” Dudley said, peering at a white board that was bleeding enthusiastic marker. “There’s a lot of things, here. Maybe he liked knowing things, too.”

When the boys asked about the scar on Harry’s forehead, Lily and James looked at each other. “You know how sometimes we sit with Uncle Remus and talk about a war?” James said. “Or with Ms. Amelia or Mr. Mundungus.”

“Mr. Mundungus is kinda smelly,” Harry said helpfully.

“It’s not nice to say so though,” said James, and Lily made a face.

“Are we raising them to be nice?” Lily said.

“I’m trying,” said James.

“You talk about a war,” said Harry and shrugged. Dudley nodded.

“There was a very bad man, in those days,” said James.

“Voldemort,” said Lily, and James made a face.

“He was so scary a lot of people don’t like to say his name, even now,” said James. “And he was coming after us because we had been fighting against him, in the war. He came to the house and he tried to hurt you, Harry. But it didn’t work. It hurt him instead, and gave you that scar.”

“Is he going to come back?” said Dudley, who was paler than his normal pink.

“No one’s heard of him since then,” said Lily.

“Where were you?” said Harry, because all his life they had been right there.

“Oh,” said Lily, but her throat closed up.

“We were at Dudley’s mum and dad’s funeral,” said James. “Our friend– our friend Sirius was watching you two. The bad man, he came to the house. He. Well. I.”

“Sirius died,” said Lily, one hand squeezing James’s knee and the other reaching down to brush hair off Dudley’s forehead. “You lived, Harry, and Voldemort vanished. And that’s why sometimes people stare in the streets, baby.” James tweaked Harry’s collar absently.

Two days after they had buried Lily’s sister, the Potters had stood together in the first chills of November and buried James’s brother.

Sirius had been burned off the Black family tree years before. Lily and James had talked to his cousin Andromeda, to Remus, and then they had laid him to rest in the Potter family plot. At the wake, they’d told old jokes about squirrel breath, shedding, and man’s best friend. Remus had fallen asleep on their couch and stayed for a month.

It took a two hour row with HR for Lily to get two passes to the Ministry’s Bring Your Kid To Work Day.

“He’s a Muggle.”

“He’s not,” Lily snapped. “He’s family.”

She had to get permission, sign a million forms, and she also had to take the boys in early so that Dudley could get smothered in the spells that would keep the Anti-Muggle wards around the Ministry from activating on him. “If a Muggle stumbles in somehow, they just see a funny-smelling supply cabinet and turn back around,” Lily told Dudley. He nodded and dragged Harry off by the wrist to go look at the fountain.

The windows were pouring sunlight into the underground room– the maintenance workers had just gotten a win on their contract negotiations and had banished the grimy rain-spattered windows of the previous weeks. The light hit the falling water, the golden statues, and the small excitable crowd of Ministry dependents who were gathering in the atrium. Dudley was fishing about in the fountain for Knuts to toss back out again, elbow-deep, and Harry was laughing and coming up with weird wishes to make on them.

Lily hadn’t said son. She’d said family, and that was true enough, wasn’t it? She didn’t say son– she had a son, and she had a nephew, a ward, another child who came to her after nightmares and scraped knees. It was not less, it was just words.

Lily worried about stealing more things from Petunia. Tuney had shrieked at her, in ladies’ restrooms and suburban foyers, had hissed at her in grocery store aisles and family dinners, because Lily got everything. And now Lily had her son.

Lily could just imagine it– could just see Petunia’s face twisting and chin stabbing at the air. You could have anything, and you took my son– my son!

“You left him to me,” Lily whispered, but that wasn’t quite right. “You left,” she whispered, and that wasn’t quite right either, so she strode off toward the fountain to ask the boys if they wanted to go see the Auror spellwork ranges. Dudley’s sodden shirt sleeves dripped all over the Ministry floors. Harry’s hair fell down into his eyes and they both grinned bright enough to rival the spelled sunlight.

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YOI Fan Rec Friday

Thank you so much for all your great recommendations this week! (Reminder to please send in your recommendations before Friday! Thank you!)


Rec’d by anonymous:
P.S. I Love You by c000kiesandcream, Teen, 17k **Major character death
My dearest Yuuri,
If you are reading this then, sadly, the inevitable has happened. First things first, I am so sorry for the hurt I know I am causing you.
Secondly, this means that the next step of your adventure is on the horizon.
P.S. I Love You

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Rec’d by @peacefulgun :
A Spoonful of Sugar by Budinca, Teen, 15k (WIP)
The miraculous process of Victor learning how to cook, in short installments.

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Rec’d by anonymous, anonymous, and @skatinggays :
Meet Me by the River by c0rnfl0wer, Explicit, 11k
Every Kupala Night has come and gone without his attending, but now that Viktor Nikiforov is getting older and taking over the position as leader of his village, he has to start taking his life in a different direction. He wasn’t sure whether he expected anything at all in this way. But when Yuuri catches his wreath, he finds the path he had always longed for.
Ivan da Maria by c0rnfl0wer, Explicit, 10k (WIP) **Graphic depictions of violence and major character death
Viktor never minded when human civilization built up around him, or when other spirits began sharing the waters with him. He easily dominated every tradition that the centuries presented; that was what he minded. No one wants to be known for tragedy. No one wants to be subjected to loneliness and despair forever. No one wants to drag their beloved one down. Everyone wants a happy ending, even if it isn’t in their nature.

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Rec’d by @atrium-nocte :
count your blessings (not your flaws) by zerotransfat, Teen, 15k
In the countryside where Victor’s Aunt Natasha lived, there is a forest. People say that there are strange things living there, and if you wander in you can never find your way out again.He was six years old when he got lost. And then, just as Victor was crying alone in the middle of the woods… he appeared.

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Rec’d by @victuuriengineering:
Olympian Newbie by ratherbehere, Teen, 3.3k
Yuuri doesn’t know why Victor Nikiforov is in Detroit, and he doesn’t know why Victor–an Olympic ice skating champion–is pretending to need his help learning to skate. And frankly? He doesn’t care what the reasons are, as long as he gets to spend time with his idol.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Tsesarevich lives! by mtothedestiel, Explicit, 7.1k (WIP)
An Anastasia AU. Victor is an orphan with no name, no family, and no memory of a time before he was ten years old. Could he really be the missing Nikiforov heir? An adventure across Europe with two conmen will lead him to the answer.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
My Valentine by QueenofFennoscandia, Explicit, 10k (WIP) **Graphic depictions of violence 
An apocalyptic Fantasy AU in which everyone seems to want Yuuri dead. Honestly, he never expects to meet someone who would want something else from him. That is, until he falls on his knees before Viktor Nikiforov.

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Rec’d by @duckie-duckduck :
There’s a Difference series by GordandV, Gen-Teen, 7.6k (WIP)
A series of one-shots surrounding the podium family and their friends!

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Return of the Little Piggy by JMonCheri, Mature, 21k (WIP)
Once there was a boy named Katsuki Yuuri, who was shy, loved to make clothes, had adorable smiles and was fatter than the usual average human being. After numerous accounts of bullying, Katsuki Yuuri disappears for good. Now years later, there is now a man only known as Y.K. Fashion tyrant, multimillionaire, professional cold-stare giver… and is trying his ultimate best to run away from his dark past, until a certain silver haired CEO of a certain rival company who went to the same certain college he went to back then decides to flat out entangle their fates together. 

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Rec’d by @fisukisuki :
Down but not out by IllyasJames, Gen, 1.3k
The one thing Yuuri never thought he would experience is a Victor down with a fever. And apparently Victor was holding back on his clingy behavior til now. Which is just exhausting.

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Rec’d by anonymous and anonymous:
In the Cold of the Night by impolitecanadian, Mature, 41k
In which Yuuri never skated and instead is a small town cop with no idea who Victor Nikiforov, THE Victor Nikiforov, is until he arrests him for public intoxication. Meanwhile Victor is enamoured, and absolutely plastered.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Cognitive Dissonance by Katyaton, Teen, 51k (WIP) TW: kidnapping
When Yuuri gets kidnapped one night in St. Petersburg, all hell breaks loose. The police claim they are doing all they can to find him, but with so little clues to track him down, it seems like he’ll never be found. Viktor begins growing desperate, and just as it seems like his Yuuri will never be rescued, he and the police come across a startling video - A video of Yuuri.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Catch Me, Capture Me by GlitterDrop, Teen, 33k (WIP)
Yuuri is an aspiring artist looking for a tutor. Victor is his hero, only Yuuri has never been able to find a picture of his face. Their meeting is accidental, yet it feels almost fated.

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Rec’d by @deadlychildartemis :
Sweetsilversub by phlintandsteel, Explicit, 71k
When Katsuki Yuuri thinks about his life, he feels like maybe it should have the subtitle ‘A Study In Contradictions’ after it. As he grows and learns more about himself though, he decides he’s willing to acknowledge that being a 'Work In Progress’ is ok too.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
You Set My Heart on Fire by whelvenwings, Teen, 36k
Everyone has a soulmate. And everyone sees any marks on their soulmate’s skin appear on their own body; it starts with the first marks, drawn on by the midwife at birth. Not everyone is lucky enough to have a soulmate who replies, but Yuuri does, and he knows that he should feel fortunate - however, when he’s trying to make a living as a small-time painter, and his soulmate is the famous artist, Viktor Nikiforov… well, it seems slightly less than fortunate.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Carnage of the Art by ExorcisingEmily, Teen, 52k
When Yuri Plisetsky faces a career-threatening injury during practice in the days following Yuuri’s arrival in St. Petersburg, Victor and Yuuri take up the task of helping get him back on his feet as they juggle training, competition, and their evolving relationship. Life is what happens off of the ice, and love in all its forms—romantic and familial—is what makes that worthwhile.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
silver scales and golden wishing wells by JMonCheri (they changed their username to this!), Teen, 13k
the knights fought valiantly, they have slayed the dragon
Yuuri cried from days on end… he loved that dragon

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Rec’d by @tragedy-boy :
All The Better by fundips, Mature, 15k (WIP) **Graphic depictions of violence 
Viktor Nikiforov is often labeled as a “big bad wolf” by urban legend, though he doesn’t exactly consider himself a terrible being. He doesn’t try to do bad, even though his past could be riddled with such. He settles down in a small town, part-wolf by night and human by day. However, Viktor isn’t the only one who lives a double life. Yuuri Katsuki catches his eye one day, and Viktor discovers the boy to not be all he seems to be.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Petals on Black by stormfree, Mature, 6.9k (WIP)
The cliche where the Top Student™ reluctantly falls for the delinquent playboy (who in reality is just a shy drug dealer).

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Send Me An Angel by Neoniichan, Teen, 41k (WIP)
They’d discussed becoming parents before, but they’d never expected it would happen in such a profound, life-changing, and beautiful way. Both Yuri and Viktor are totally in awe of how overwhelmingly perfect their son is in their eyes, from the time he’s a tiny newborn and increasingly more so as he grows into a young man. They wanted to be parents, but are they really ready for the struggles this whole parenthood thing brings?

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Devil Wears Gucci by Multiple_Universes, Mature, 1.7k (WIP)
Christophe Giacometti watched the new interviewee walk out of Victor’s office. Everything about him was wrong from the clothes and the haircut to his general attitude and walk. At the same time there was something naïve about him and Chris was prepared to bet that he’d just graduated from college. “Who is that sad little person?” he asked Victor. “Are we doing a before and after piece I don’t know about?”

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Rec’d by anonymous:
we were together; i forget the rest by TrumpetGeek, Teen, 2k (WIP)
It’s in the moments between sleeping and waking, when he becomes conscious of Yuuri in his bed and in his arms -soft moments just before sunrise when he can hold out his hand and admire the way the gold creates shadows on his skin.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Ptichye Moloko by lilithduvare, Melody_thysoulandthylove, Mature, 28k
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.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
so this guy walks into a bar… by silvercistern, Explicit, 16k
Instead of talking over their future, two grown-ass, married adults pretend to be strangers in a club.


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Study buddy (Smut)

I often imagine Sehun being the Flirt Master who can get any girl… 

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

Pairing: Sehun x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 5543 words

Warning: Rough sex, Public sex, Dirty-Dirty talk, Voyeurism

AU: College!AU


Study buddy

Four standard assumptions of perfectly competitive models – One. Economies of scale are… small relative… to the size of the… market. Two. Output… is homogenous. Three. Information… is… soft- and… fluffy. Four. I want to marry you… sweet, cuddly turtle-bunny-cushion. Something hits the elbow you’re leaning your head upon and you shoot up, slightly panicking. Shit. You had fallen asleep. It was only for a minute; you defend yourself in your mind. Nobody saw you, right?

You lift your hands to rub your eyes but stop yourself in the nick of time. You have almost forgotten that you are wearing black eyeliner and mascara. Thank God you remembered just in time – It would have been a catastrophe if you didn’t.

You look around, pinching your eyes a few times instead and examining the endless array of tables that is populated with college students and their college books, notebooks, markers and pencils. During the exam periods, it’s difficult to find a spot left empty. Outside the College library, there’s typically a line of students waiting to claim a seat, even at this unholy hour of nine pm.

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Can choreography be performed in the form of an exhibition?

Sunday is the last day to see Anne Teresa De Keersmaeker’s answer, as the dancers of Rosas Dance Company continue their five-day performance of De Keersmaeker’s “Work/Travail/Arbeid” in our Marron Atrium. More info at mo.ma/atdk

[Anne Teresa De Keersmaeker. Work/Travail/Arbeid. 2015. Installation view, The Museum of Modern Art, March 29, 2017. © 2017 Anne Teresa De Keersmaeker. Photos by Julieta Cervantes and Anne Van Aerschot]