“I was walking along a path with two friends – the sun was setting –
suddenly the sky turned blood red – I paused, feeling exhausted, and
leaned on the fence – there was blood and tongues of fire above the
blue-black fjord and the city – my friends walked on, and I stood there
trembling with anxiety – and I sensed an infinite scream passing through
nature.” The Scream, Edvard Munch, 1893
Request: Could you do 64 please? I really like your writing!
Summary: You and Tom are best friends, and it’s becoming hard to ignore this strong feeling growing between you two. Neither of you are about to take a chance and ruin your friendship, but as you both sit around a bonfire with your friends, temptation pulls at your chests.
“Don’t lie, we all saw what you did that night!” Tom laughed while pointing to your best friend y/b/f/n.
“In my own defense, I was under the influence.” y/b/f/n defended themselves, bringing their hands up in front of them.
The vibe emitting from the bonfire that surrounded your group of friends was one for the books. You wanted to feel this way everyday, all day. You loved these people and wouldn’t trade them in for the world. The laughter and reminiscing that was being passed around made you all feel infinite, like this moment was going to last forever, and you were honestly hoping it would.
You grinned and glance over to Tom who sat directly beside you, with your shoulders brushing. You tried to look away, but his glowing smile held you captive. A zoo marched around your stomach the longer your eyes rested on him. The shadows from the fire were dancing over his features. Flashing them, then quickly hiding.
He could feel your eyes on him, and tried his hardest to not look over and gander into your y/e/c orbs. Your eyes were his favorite thing about you, he loved getting lost in them. Tom knew that if he looked at you, that he’d look at you as more than a friend, which was something he has to stop. His friendship with you is one he’d walk to ends of the earth for and back again. He wasn’t about to ruin it because of a giddy feeling in his chest that would surely disappear soon. But then again, he’s been saying that for the past couple of months.
“C’mon,” Noctis whispered, waving for you to follow him. Your eyes darted along the seemingly infinite hallways, scanning for any passing guards. You timidly ran after him to a set of large windows, and observed as he carefully undid the latches.
“We’re gonna get in trouble with your dad,” you stated as he opened the window and plucked off the screen.
“It’s just for a little bit,” Noctis replied, rolling his eyes. “If you’re so scared, then you can stay.”
“I’m not scared!” you huffed, though your reluctance to follow him betrayed your words. Noctis just smirked and climbed out the window, dropping the two feet to the ground below. You sighed and looked up at the sky, contemplating if you had time to pray to the Six. Instead, you just followed after him, and before you knew it, he was tugging your arm and leading you to freedom.
The park where Noctis liked to play when he would sneak out of the castle was lush. Trees grew tall, and there were flowers everywhere. Kids were out running around on the grass, and parents watched them dutifully from benches along the path.
“Look, there he is!” Noctis tugged on your sleeve and pointed, dragging you along as his little legs bolted to his destination.
James, the man who owned the ice cream cart, saw the young price and waved.
“Hello, Prince Noctis,” he greeted, fishing around the inside of his cart. “Your usual?”
Noctis nodded and the man handed him a fudge ice cream bar. He then noticed you, who was shyly hiding behind your friend, gripping the back of his shirt. James smiled.
“And who is this?”
“My partner-in-crime,” Noct said deviously, before stepping aside. He looked at you. “This is James. He’s pretty cool.”
“Would you like some ice cream?” James asked, pointing to the menu of items attached to the side of the cart. “I’ve got all kinds of different flavours.”
You tapped your chin and nodded. “Strawberry, please.” James pulled out a strawberry ice cream cone for you and winked.
“On the house, for the prince and his adorable friend.”
You blushed and bowed deeply before Noctis said goodbye to James and whisked you away. Noctis led you to part of the park that was on a large hill, and plopped himself down on the grass. You did the same, licking at your ice cream cone. You two sat in comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s company.
You looked back at that time fondly now, wishing that you could have stayed seven years old. But the past was the past, and as you drove through the darkness, you mentally counted off the days since Noctis was swallowed by the crystal.
I love INFINITE SO MUCH LIKE DID YOU SEE THEM ALL SUPPORTING HOWON TODAY ONE BY ONE AFTER THEY GOT OFF THE PLANE. They must have missed each other lots and this fanmeet tour and activities together made them realise how much more they love each other while they are together. AND ALSO LOOK AT THE NUMBER OF SELCAS HOWON SENDS HIS MEMBERS ON A REGULAR BASIS!! Baby is getting so good at selcas for a good reason!!! If you can pass the INFINITE MEMBERS SKEPTICAL TEASING YOU CAN PASS ANYTHING IN LIFE!!!
He’s finally here in this lovely and quiet little beach cottage, and the rest of the year seems to stretch out infinitely before him. Time will pass, though, and it will pass faster than he realises, but in the meantime he will stop worrying about writer’s block and deadlines and not even having the foggiest clue what his next novel’s going to be about, and live. New York Times-bestselling author Viktor Nikiforov arrives in the sleepy seaside town of Torvill Cove to cure his writer’s block. After encountering local wallflower Yuuri Katsuki at a party, he discovers that this mysterious dark-haired man has a couple secrets up his sleeve. And Viktor will be damned if he doesn’t find out just what those secrets are.
why DID Hux get thrown out of the Infinite? Was "not you not now" something that his mind "invented" to conceptualize it, or a real thing. Will he ever be able to pass into it?
YES okay that is
such a good question, thank you for asking. My original idea was that
Hux was rejected by the collective rage of the spirits of those killed by Starkiller base,
and thus was able to pull Ren out with him. When I actually worked on
the draft it seemed more interesting to leave this ambiguous/make
that potentially just Hux’s interpretation of the events as a
reflection of his guilt and his sense that he is singularly damned
for what he did, whereas if you look at the part where they discuss
how to get Dala to pass into the Infinite they talk about how only
Force users get to choose when they dissolve their individual selves
there as opposed to remaining as ghosts who can interact with the
living, etc. Non-Force users just end up there automatically when
So really what was
happening was that as a non-Force user attempting to enter into the
Infinite, Hux was trying to make a choice which he did not actually
have permission/the ability to make and was therefore rejected
outright, whereas Ren, as a Force user, had both chosen to do it (for
the good of the others) and actually not really chosen to do it
(since Dala ultimately was the one making the choice for him/he
didn’t actually want to go). Ren was therefore stuck in
stasis/limbo, which was why Hux was able to pull Ren out with him
when he was rejected– his interference basically broke that perfect
balance that had trapped Ren there but also not dissolved him. And
the ‘not now’ was meant to indicate that eventually Hux will be
accepted into the Infinite according to the usual process– not now
but later, when he’s not just sticking his butt in business where
it doesn’t belong according to cosmic order etc. Hope that makes
sense, and thanks again for the ask!
The touch of an infinite mystery passes over the trivial and the familiar, making it break out into ineffable music. The trees and the stars and the blue hills appear to us as symbols aching with a meaning which can never be uttered in words.
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I love how no matter how many years have passed, Infinite has never let go of their original style. For most groups, after their first few comebacks, they do a complete 180° turn in terms of concept and music style, but Infinite has remained consistent, yet kept giving us the highest quality music there is. Every time l listen to a new song from them, I feel so refreshed but nostalgic at the same time because they haven’t let go of the things that made them unique, whether it be their dancing style or breathtaking orchestral sound. This is one of the many reasons why I love and respect them so much.