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About
"If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more."
"What is grief, if not love persevering?"
"You kept me like a secret but I kept you like an oath"
Calling all readers, lovers of poetry and music, screen and stage. Quote collecters and lyric hoarders, unleash your archive. Each prompt must contain a quote - you can combine them, add commentary, link to articles, and more. Steal from a literary classic, or WeVerse drama. Have fun!
Examples
Minghao + Ocean Vuong
The most beautiful part of your body
is where it's headed. & remember,
loneliness is still time spent
with the world.
Ocean Vuong - night sky with exit wounds
Hoshi/Anyone; "Beauty is terror"
Thinking about these two quotes together and the idea of on/off-stage personas:
"Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful we tremble before it. And what could be more terrifying or beautiful, to the Greeks to to our own, than to lose control completely?" - Donna Tartt, the Secret Histories
"I am calm in everyday life but when I put on my in-ear device and step on stage, I can feel the tension and hear the cheers getting louder as the music gets louder. When the staff tells me it's time to step on stage, I feel something boil inside me. I feel it steaming inside and I think I have to give a burst of something, spill what is inside me." - Hoshi in Hit the Road Ep. 04
Any ship; "It's been so many years"
Hello, hello there, is this Martha?
This is old Tom Frost
And I am calling long distance
Don't worry 'bout the cost.
'Cause it's been forty years or more
Now Martha please recall
Meet me out for coffee
Where we'll talk about it all.
Tom Watts - Martha
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[REMIX] from blossom to impossible blossom
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Future Fic, Fluff, Outsider POV
Permission to remix: Yes
A/N: This specific outsider pov is inspired by this one brilliant hq fic uhh....yeah, dreamwidth user klav, I love you.
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Noah can’t think of a single customer before them who has made him feel quite as invisible in his own space, in all his years driving a taxi.
It’s not that the guys he’s driving are ignoring him—they’ve been polite, shared some small talk about the weather and how it’s not their first trip to L.A, despite the language barrier that was obvious the minute he picked them up.
(They had been waiting at a signal and the guy with the piercings, the one who was carrying most of the conversation had turned to his companion and said something Noah didn’t understand and yet he was certain it had been something along the lines of but it’s our first time here together. Noah had caught only the beginnings of two twin pleased blushes on both their faces before the light turned green and he pulled his eyes back onto the road.)
It’s not even the fact that they’re the first couple he’s seen in their honeymoon phase because they’re not and whatever this is, is decidedly not the shy giddy spark of the early days of a romance but something entirely different.
There’s a palpable familiarity and comfort between them and yet the glances they steal when the other isn’t looking betrays an anxiety that is just as ill-disguised as their affection. Perhaps what they have now hasn’t come to them as easily as it may seem at first glance.
Midway down the Los Feliz, Piercing Guy pokes the other one, lifting the hem of his bucket hat and drawing him closer to his own side of the car as he points outside and says something in rapid Korean, bubbling with excitement.
Bucket Hat Guy’s response is calmer, his soft tone belying the way his body has turned entirely towards Piercing Guy, already in a forward motion as if all it needs to fall is the call that beckons him to come.
Noah hasn’t missed the fact that their hands haven’t stopped touching each other the entire time they’ve been in his car. Only briefly were they entwined, when they had been stalling in traffic and Noah had turned back to ask them if they wanted the radio on only to find Bucket Hat Guy press his lips to their joined knuckles.
He had spun back to face the front, his own cheeks heated.
“Hey,” Piercing Guy calls out to him, “I think we’ll get down here—we’ll walk.”
Noah doesn’t have to ask where they’re walking to, two sets of eyes steadily fixed on the Observatory looming on their right.
“Seen La La Land?” He asks when he’s handing back their change.
They both nod eagerly and Piercing Guy starts humming, what Noah presumes must be one of the songs from the movie. Bucket Hat Guy throws an arm around his shoulder and mumbles something against his cheek, half-speech half-laughter, giggles pealing forth like champagne bubbles into the other guy’s ear.
Piercing Guy, who can’t be anything but his lover, watches him in a trance as if trying to memorise this sound of pure, unadulterated joy. It’s like a moment made of spun gold, gleaming under the early afternoon sun.
Noah clears his throat. It feels wrong to be allowed to watch this kind of ostensibly private happiness. It’s strange, how it turns him into a thief and a voyeur at the same time.
They turn away from each other as they disembark and thank him profusely for the ride, hands clasped tightly between their bodies.
“Have a nice trip!” Noah says before getting back on the road, letting their silhouettes slowly dissolve into the stream of sunshine lighting the road he leaves behind.
Re: [REMIX] from blossom to impossible blossom