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2004: Are there any lyrics in particular that stuck with you?

2000: Do you have a favorite ‘era’ of Daft Punk?

I think all eras have their own charm! Because of the gif above (lmao thank u) I have HAA in mind right now. In retrospect I wonder whether that was their final intended era, when they felt most themselves. Human After All was so ahead of its time, and I have always felt sad that they were not recognized for it at the time, at least until Alive 2007 came out. HAA aesthetics are foremost in my mind when I think of Daft Punk.

2004: Are there any lyrics in particular that stuck with you?

‘Let the music of your life / Give life back to music’

There will come a time when we see through a glass clearly.

First DP fic in half a decade, and what do we have here? Some good back-to-basics robot love, that’s what. 💖 My sincere thanks to @trianghouls, who requested this piece and permitted me to post it. Thomas and Guy have have had a lengthy upgrade session. Major life adjustments like that are riddled with uncertainties, as you know, so they take time off to relax - sometimes it’s sweet, sometimes it’s bitter, but it’s all for the greater good. They’re very in love. They know it’ll be okay.

Robot!Thomas/Guy, NSFW. Philosophical. Contains a surprise. Quite short, may be read in one sitting. I’m very pleased with how this turned out, and I hope you enjoy it too. <3

20. What do you want most in the world right now?

I want to be fluent in Russian and also to be able to go outside without feeling like I’m some kind of leper. Also I really want to make some brownies and there’s no butter, hopefully I can make some tonight

21. If you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?

Take a year out before going to university. Not because I think my past self would have followed that advice, but because I’d have liked to instill that particular train of thought in me much earlier than it actually did. If I’d allowed myself to understand earlier that I was allowed to make mistakes and come back from them, I think I’d have turned out, well, not like this. Might have had less grueling life experiences, which would mean I’d still write like I did when I was eighteen or so. More amateurish. But I expect I’d have been a lot happier.

29. Morning, afternoon or night?

Night.

30. What reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?

68: “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”

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This was not what Sebastian was expecting to hear tonight. Indeed, he’d expected to hear absolutely nothing, providing all went well. Since he came to live with Vincent he’s become quick on his feet, soft but stealthy, his affections fierce but brief. He lowers his head, shame-faced, and tries to slip away - only to be caught by an amused Vincent, still drowsy-eyed from sleep.

It’s not that he minds being caught. He’s just a little embarrassed, is all.

“I’m sorry. I thought you were…”

“Asleep, yeah, and I was until you kissed me.” Sebastian blushes like a firebrand. Vincent strokes his hair. “Trust me, it felt lovely. But I do wonder. Why only when I’m sleeping?”

wooden fence: a favorite memory

I have quite a few, but the thing that pops up in my mind right now is the time I made friends with Monty. I met him in October 2009 and he took until Christmas to open up to me, he was such a timid boy. I stayed over with sig. other’s family during the Christmas holidays - I had a bed upstairs, and the first night I was there, Monty decided to come into my room and sit with me for some time. Because it was quiet and calm (unlike most of the times I’d been at sig. other’s house), he probably decided at that moment that I was safe and valid after all. 😂😂😂 He nuzzled against me a bit, purred and kneaded the covers, then eventually fell asleep with his head against my wrist. He was very soft and warm.

he’s still going strong. hes baby

folktale: what stories remind you of your childhood?

I can’t think of a story that reminds me of my childhood, particularly... I sure remember lots of books that take me back, but these are just books I read during my childhood. They don’t necessarily remind me of my childhood.

Perhaps this is because I didn’t grow up with a lot of the signifiers of childhood people my age share. I never read Terry Pratchett as a child, for one, nor Tintin (not translated into Korean when I was young), Roald Dahl (same), or the usual children’s classics. I didn’t really identify with fairytales or folktales either (Western or Eastern), until I grew up and found out they were a lot grislier than they usually tell you they are. The books I read as a child were usually encyclopedic, classics I wouldn’t understand for a very long time, or the average school media everyone had to read. Things would have been different if I’d been raised in a Western society, I think.

I tell you what, though. Talking about cats up there and childhood books just reminded me I was extremely scared of black cats as a kid. (This was before I ever got to meet a real cat. Cats were 100% conceptual beings to me until I was seven.) This is because I’d had a collection of short stories from all around the world, the ending piece of which was The Black Cat by Edgar Allan Poe. Looking back on it, I had no business reading that at five years old. My copy ended with a full-page illustration of a dead bloodstained woman immured in a wall, a one-eyed black cat standing on her shoulder, yowling straight at the viewer. I was so terrified that I had nightmares the first time I saw it, and then I literally got my dad to staple the end pages shut for me so I didn’t have to see that illustration ever again. But I still remember it to this day, it was that traumatic. And after that, for a few short years, I was terrified of cats and being immured. That is my childhood horror story.

I love black cats now. My sweet sweet Mimikins :”)

snow: what is your favorite time of year and why?