#· 、 a name that will not be forgotten . 、 ﹕ ❪ para ❫

[acid-ixx]

I hope you don’t mind but I need to ramble this to someone, neglected Wayne reader right? The fam would forget to bring them to social events and whatnot right? So there would be very few pictures, articles and interviews or even facts about them, meaning that reader Wayne is a rarity. Still following me? Reader Wayne with a small but devout fanbase.

I’m talking they are trading the latest pictures and sharing links to the rare interview with reader in it, following any social media they have that isn’t private, they are just fascinated by this micro celebrity that seems to always be forgotten. Okay but also imagine one of the heroes developing a para-social attachment to reader. My money is on Conner Kent, mainly bc he can project his own issues with his dads onto reader and he can Dolores ~Encanto~ reader with his super hearing and develop a even bigger parasocial obsession with them

I hope you enjoyed this ramble, I will leave you be now, see ya later alligator! 🐊

omg another one of my asks that actually predicted a major plot point... this ask ties well with the last part written here. i'm thinking about having the reader get a love interest/s but i have already written an outline but one thing is for sure—

you have more than just your family interested in taking you.

major spoilers below the cut. — an excerpt from chapter xx

(name) wayne may have been a name forcefully deleted off of the face of the internet, but that doesn't mean it doesn't have its conspiracies of its own. nobody knows who you are beyond the blurry, unsolicited pictures of you. it may have been a photograph of your back, or articles published in unknown websites and buried at the far end about a kid entering through the fancy gates of the wayne manor.

you are a product of a one-night-stand.

but they don't know who the mother is, don't know your age, or where you come from, and what business bruce has with the woman to guarantee your adoption at the instance she had disappeared without warning.

your existence was a mystery most would like to solve. after all, it was your picture that was plastered all over the newspapers and articles, it was your name that journalists whisper and it was a silhouette of your face that the underground knows by heart. every known information about you was shared discretely yet efficiently like some sort of virus.

you were a target for interest, a large sum of money if they will. and alfred had taken it in his hands to make sure there would never be a repeat of what had happened before.

it was a clumsy mistake, one that cost you your memories, and one he swears on his life he'll never make again.

the first course of action he needs to arrange, which may seem difficult for most; he needs to confront bruce.

after all, your freedom is your doom.

maybe this is out of the picture, but id' like to imagine you and connor having a therapy session where one comes out absolutely obsessed with the other, and it's not you.

connor's character for me is so, so good for an angst potential. it's like his personal struggles is a way for him to show you how absolutely you two are meant to be. and he may have met you through bumping into you (false) or maybe... he has seen you stalking through the shadows back when he visits the manor. using his superhearing, he can hear your voice from the kitchen begging alfred to relay a message to bruce, sounding so absolutely desperate. it's the way you tell alfred how you wished your father actually spends time with you, or how nobody seems to notice you— that he kind of just makes a silent promise that he will talk to you soon, he needs to know why this family seems so keen on ignoring and how hypocritical tim is for literally doing the same thing to you when he's aware of kon's past.

if he (or anyone else) should be a love interest (though he is a minor character in the series unless you guys want him to be a major one), i can already imagine the absolute hell you have to suffer not only from your family but from your own lover. just imagine the stockholm syndrome or the delusions you convince yourself with because you're finally loved by someone but that love restricts you from the very freedom you tried to build.

the batfamily would be so conflicted because why are you choosing some stranger over them...? then you slap them in the face with, "well, this "stranger" wants to kidnap me and lock me up, sure! but at least they actually looked at me for more than five seconds!" and you can watch how the color drains off their face, their conflict giving you the perfect opportunity to run away from both your ex-family and your soon-to-be-kidnapper-lover who thinks your comeback is a funny way for you to propose.

[adrienneleclerc]

Wrong Name

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Charles pranks Y/N by calling her the wrong name to see how she would react, it did not go well

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: inspired by @23victoria post “what did you call me” also I figured Y/N put Charles through two TikTok pranks, it’s only fair Charles pulls a prank on her. Same universe as “say it back” and “can you get out?” Also, super sorry if your name is Romina.

Charles was on TikTok because he couldn’t sleep and saw a video where a girl called her boyfriend by the wrong name. He decided to take it upon himself to pull this prank on his girlfriend. He just hopes she doesn’t get angry.

“Muñeco, im getting groceries for dinner, I’ll be back soon!” Y/N calls out.

“Okay, Mon ange.” Charles said, getting off the couch to say goodbye to his girlfriend properly. “I love you.” Charles kissed Y/N.

“I love you too.” Y/N said before leaving. Charles decided to play video games and when he heard the door open 30 minutes later, that’s when he decided to put his plan into action. Y/N was putting the groceries away in the fridge when…

“Hey Romina, what did you buy?” Charles said and Y/N closed the fridge and the bags that were on the counter were long forgotten because she was now in front of the TV.

“What did you say?” Y/N asked.

“I said ‘hey Y/N, what did you buy?’ Are you feeling alright?” Charles asked, pausing his game. He felt so guilty for the gaslighting.

“The hell you did, you just called me Romina. Who the fuck is Romina?” Y/N asked in a louder tone.

“Romina, calm down.” Charles said and that’s when he knew he fucked up.

“First of all, you never tell a woman to calm down, have you learned NOTHING from watching TV or having other girlfriends? Second, you just called me Romina AGAIN! So please, calmly tell me…” Y/N said as she went to their bedroom to get one of her chanclas 🩴 “who the hell is Romina before I become like my mother and beat your ass with this chancla.”

“There’s no need to get violent, Y/N.” Charles said.

“Really? Then tell me why did you call me Romina.” Y/N said.

“It was a prank.” Charles said. “I saw a TikTok of girls calling their boyfriends by the wrong name and I wanted to see how you would react.” Charles confessed shyly.

“You chose THAT prank, specifically THAT one, to pull on me, a girl who has been cheated on before?” Y/N asked rhetorically.

“Yeah, I didn’t think it through actually.” Charles admitted.

“Menso, i was actually gonna hit you.” Y/N said.

“You love me too much to hit me.” Charles said.

“That’s true. Anyway, I have to finish putting the groceries away because someone decided to be a pendejo and prank me. Like why would you prank me? I’m a freaking delight.” Y/N said, walking save to the kitchen

“You pranked me twice, ma Belle!” Charles exclaimed, following her.

“Okay but those were cute pranks, that prank would have ended up with me in jail.” Y/N said, putting the groceries away on the fridge, freezer, and pantry.

“I would never let you go to jail.” Charles said,

“Hey, so while I’m cooking dinner, I’m gonna put on some music, okay.” Y/N said.

“Yeah that’s fine.” Charles said and they kissed. Y/N out her phone on full volume to CUIDADITO by Becky G and Chiquis, singing out loud and specific part.

“Yo no soy celosa pero si eso pasa me transformo en otra. Te poncho las llantas dormirás afuera y esa misma noche le marco a mi suegra para que recoja a la cochinada que un día parió. Te rayo el carro te quiebro los vidrios y voy a llamar a todos mis amigos para que me ayuden que en un pisteada lo arregló yo. Nomas cuidadito con ponerme el cuerno que todo eso lo hago y hasta más me atrevo y no mas te advierto que cuidadito con ponerme el cuerno de la que te salvaste da gracias a dios que nomas fue una broma.” Y/N sung, changing the last two words (which are originally ‘un sueño ’ which means ‘a dream’). I’m not a jealous woman but if that were to happen, I become a different person. I’ll slash your tires, you’ll be sleeping outside, and I’ll call my mother in law that same night to pick up the piece of shit she gave birth to. I’ll key your car, break your windows, and I’ll call my friends so they’ll help me, I’ll handle it in one good beating. If you cheat on me, just be careful because I would do all of that and even more, I’m just warning you to be careful if you cheat on me. You got lucky, thank god it was only just a prank

“Mon ange, what’s that song about?” Charles asked curiously.

“The song is about a women who dreamt that her husband cheated on her. She would have done some crazy shit if he actually cheated her so he’s fucking lucky it was only a dream.” Y/N said with a smile.

“But you sang ‘broma’ and that’s means ‘joke’…” charles said,

“Or prank.” Y/N said,

“You sang that for me?!?” Charles yelled.

“Yes I did so you know, cuidadito.” Y/N warned.

“I Don’t know whether to be scared of you or attracted to you.” Charles confessed and Y/N laughed.

“Both work, mi Amor. You want lomo saltado or tallarines saltado?” Y/N asked.

“Whats the difference?” Charles asked.

“Lomo has French fries and is served with rice, tallarines is pasta.” Y/N said,

“Pasta please.” Charles said,

“Of course, muñeco.” Y/N said, chopping the steak into little strips while humming the music to CUIDADITO and Charles stared at her because he found himself humming too.

“You know I would never cheat on you, right Y/N?” Charles asked just to make sure.

“Of course I know you’d never cheat on me. But the song is so catchy.” Y/N commented and that made Charles feel so much better. He walked up to Y/N and hugged her from behind as she continued to chop the steak, he kissed her shoulder.

“I love you,” Charles said,

“I love you too.” Y/N said,

The End

Hope y’all liked it! A silly little one shot for giggles 🤭

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Red Carpet

PAIRING | Husband!Young!Tony Stark x Wife!Pregnant!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.4K

SUMMARY | You're attending a movie premiere with Tony and are by far the most beautiful woman there if you ask him. From the beautiful dress to your baby bump, Tony couldn't be prouder to share your love with the world. When he goes down on his knees before you in the middle of the red carpet, he will officially make it one to never forget, and you will fall even more in love with your husband.

RATING | General (G)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Established relationship, use of nicknames (My Love, Sunshine)

A/N | This is a surprise and gift for my bestest and dearest friend and biggest supporter @ccbsrmsf1. Carol, quero começar dizendo o quanto sou grato por ter você em minha vida. Você se tornou uma grande parte disso e sou muito grato por você! Assim que você me pediu para usar esta foto do nosso homem, obviamente não pude recusar, e espero que você goste de babar nele enquanto lê minha história. Obrigado por estar na minha vida, e eu te amo 3000 💙

A/N | This is not proofread, so any and all mistakes are my own.

EVENTS Masterlist | @fandombingo | Caught on Camera Masterlist | @slumberpartybingo | Would you rather... Rain OR Sun

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | Photo: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist

"What do you think, My Love? Are we going for red or yellow today?" you ask Tony as you're standing in the middle of your walk-in closet, looking at your two dress options. He's wearing a black suit with a floral shirt, and both possibilities match perfectly, but you're feeling indecisive.

"Hmm, how about the red dress? You know I adore it when you wear the color of passion," Tony says as he stands behind you, his arms wrapping gently around your waist to find their home on your round belly. You're currently 7,5 months pregnant, carrying your second boy and third child overall.

"I like the way you think," you tell him as you melt into his touch. His warm body always feels so comfortable, and when he's holding you like this, it's so intimate in the best way possible. When you're about to say something, you can hear the pitter-patter of feet into your closet, notifying you that one of your other Munchkins is there.

"Are you going with the red dress, Mommy? It's my favorite color!" your daughter Orion says as she joins you and Tony in your cuddle, but she's on your side.

"Yes, Babygirl, I'm going to wear the red dress tonight," you tell her, basking in the love your husband and daughter are giving you. When you're about to ask where Hudson is, he comes in, too, joining the bundle of hugs. Your family now surrounds you, and you couldn't be happier as the butterflies in your chest go wild.

"As much as I love every single one of your hugs, I still need to get dressed for tonight," you tell all three of them with a chuckle, and they all let you go so you can get ready to go to the premiere for a movie in which Tony is playing the main character.

It takes a little while to be fully dressed and ready to go to the premiere, and you're excited to show everyone the finished outfit. Your hair is in a beautiful bun with a few pieces framing your face, and your make-up is light to keep the main focus on your dress - and, of course, your belly.

As you walk into the kitchen, you find Tony talking to Maria, who has happily agreed to watch the twins tonight. As you walk in, you feel like you're floating, which only intensifies when you see Tony's expression. His jaw is almost on the floor as he looks at you while being rendered completely speechless.

The red fabric hugs all your curves beautifully, and the off-shoulder look combined with the low neckline ensures every inch of your upper chest tattoos is displayed. Right above your right collarbone is one of the ones you're most proud of: Tony's name written in his handwriting.

"You look stunning, Sunshine," Tony whispers as he walks over to you. His mom is long forgotten as he only has eyes for you. The smile on your face hasn't been this big in a while, and your husband once again manages to make you feel like you're the center of the universe - which, in his defense, you are to him.

"You look amazing too, Tony and tonight is all about you, so I hope my outfit won't take too much attention away from you." You have never been one to enjoy the spotlight particularly, but sometimes, during nights like this, you make an exception and go with Tony to celebrate him and his achievements.

His deep, dark brown eyes look into yours, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he tries to see if you genuinely believe what you just said.

"Oh Sunshine, my sweet, beautiful, amazing Sunshine. With the way you look tonight, there's not a single person who will even dare to look away from you. I am sure all eyes will be on you, and I am happy. Tonight is just as much about you as it is about me because I want to show off the woman I fell in love with, and I want to show everyone our love," he says with his hand on your belly.

"Okay, okay! Now let's go before I have to reapply my mascara!" you tell him with a breathy laugh, trying hard to fight against the tears threatening to spill at his beautiful confession. He agrees, and with one last goodbye to your twins and Maria, you're out the door and on your way to the premiere.

"Are you ready to walk down the red carpet, Sunshine?" Tony asks as he stands before you, his hands resting on your face to calm you down. The nerves are soaring through your body, and he helps to calm you down.

"Y-yeah, let's do this," you answer him after a deep breath, and he places a small peck on your lips before letting your face go and grabbing your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours. After one last reassuring smile, you two walk onto the carpet, flashing lights everywhere.

The hand not holding Tony's rests comfortably on your belly, showing it off even more. Photographers left and right are shouting your husband's name, and he seems to revel in every bit of attention he can get. You look over at him, only to find him staring back at you with a beaming smile, and you lean in for a small kiss.

When your lips touch his, the crowd around you goes wild, making you feel loved. Of course, you have seen all the articles about you and Tony being Hollywood's power couple, but it only seems real once you attend events like this together. Far too soon for your liking, he pulls away, ready to move on to the next part of the carpet. What he does there, however, completely catches you by surprise, and you will look back on these photos with a huge smile later.

Tony sinks to his knees in front of you, his face level with your belly as he peppers it with a generous amount of kisses everywhere. His hands stroke it softly, and you can't help but laugh at your husband's weird antics.

It's no surprise he's proud of the fact that you're pregnant because of him, and this only intensifies it. Before getting up, he places his head against your belly for a few seconds with his eyes closed, taking in the moment. It's just you, him, and your beautiful baby boy in your belly - the rest of the world has fallen outside your little bubble.

"I love you so much, Sunshine," he tells you before placing one last kiss on your lips and moving on, ready for the interview parts of the red carpet. When you encounter the first interviewer, they immediately discuss what Tony has just done.

"So, Y/N, what did you think of Tony's actions just now?" the woman asks, and you laugh loudly before answering, shaking your head in response.

"Honestly, I wouldn't have expected anything else. Let's be honest: we all know he's a little crazy but also deeply in love. Not just with me, but also with our baby," you answer, and Tony nods in agreement, unable to take his eyes off you.

"How does it feel to be attending tonight's celebration with your beautiful wife?" she asks Tony, who blushes lightly as the woman calls you his wife. Sometimes, he still can't believe he got so lucky with you, and to call you his wife is the cherry on top for him.

"It feels amazing! She's there for me no matter what, during good times and bad, through rain and sun, and I wouldn't want it any other way. She's doing a great job building her career as a real estate agent while carrying our third baby, and I'm incredibly proud of everything she does. She's the love of my life, and every day, I thank my lucky stars for being hers," Tony tells the lady, who can't stop smiling at his answer.

"To have her by my side on nights like these is something I will never take for granted, of course, and I'm always deeply thankful for her, and I can't wait to grow old with her!" Tony finishes the interview before leaning in and kissing you again, this time more passionately than before.

"I love you so much, Sunshine," he tells you, and you tell him how much you also love him. This night will be unforgettable, and you're looking forward to many more nights like this one, as long as you can have your husband by your side.

[seoksgrl]

happier than ever, 5. : knj namjoon x reader friends to strangers to lovers

tws: alcoholism, depression, mention of attempted suicide

note: whoops in classic me fashion i accidentally took a 3 month from updating lol. well...here it is. sidenote, i did used to work in mental health, but my knowledge is a little fuzzy, so if anything is wrong or inaccurate, pls just ignore bc after all...this is just a fanfic :)

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Namjoon doesn’t even think before he shrugs out of his jacket, Jooheon watching the water where you disappeared with wide eyes, lips parted in shock. It’s only when the splash and crackle of Namjoon’s boot on the ice fills the air alongside the two men’s harsh, panicked breaths that Jooheon even reacts.

“What - Namjoon you can’t go in there, let me call for an ambulance -”

Namjoon isn’t listening to his friend’s worries, his frame is heavier than your own, and the thin ice cracks under his weight before he even gets past the old pier. The frigid water takes his breath away, but he inhales a couple of deep breaths to try and keep his mind focused, to stop his body from going into shock too quick. He needs to get to you, needs to see you bob up through the choppy waves in the gap your body made through the ice. 

His fist aches from where he smashes the ice, relieved at how thin it is all while his body shakes against the cold and the terror of that image locked in his mind, your tired, devastated face disappearing beneath the water. It’s a moment that will haunt him for the rest of his life, and he just hopes that’s the only image that does. 

Jooheon is calling out his name on the bank in between talking to the emergency services on his cell phone, and Namjoon blocks him out, his haggard breaths forced from his tight through against the freezing lake that envelopes his body, soaks into his clothes and his bones. Once he gets close enough to where you went under, he sucks in a quick, deep breath and drops beneath the surface. 

The cold, murky water of the lake burns his eyes as he fights against the automatic instinct to close them. He’s too focused on finding you to worry about whatever water parasites he might contract swimming around in this old, unkempt reservoir. His eyes squint against the darkness, various shapes and shadows under the water catch his attention as he swims deeper, long forgotten boats that had sunk long ago, or trash thrown in by people passing by. God knows this isn’t a tourist destination anymore, not that Namjoon remembers people coming to the lake when the two of you were young. It was always your safe place. 

Now he wants nothing more than to get you both far away from here. 

Through the misty, green water, Namjoon spots a shape that can only be you, and he prays silently to himself that this isn’t some cruel figment of his imagination. Your body drifts in the water, arms uplifted, legs bent slightly. You’re not fighting, and Namjoon screams your name beneath the water, but the sound dies in a flurry of bubbles. The taste of the lake chokes him as he rushes to you, feet kicking hard in his heavy winter boots. There’s a burst of movement as his fingers grip your arm, the soft material of your sweater sodden and heavy, his skin numb as he wraps his arm around your waist, glancing up to see the faint outline in the ice before he swims up, resurfacing with a gasp. 

His eyes blink furiously, and he’s not sure if it's the lake or whether there are tears flowing down his cheeks, but his throat closes around your name, the sound escaping his lips in a ragged cry. His hands are useless, riddled with pins and needles, but he grips your cheeks anyway, shaking you, trying to do anything to wake you up. Blue and red lights beckon him from the bank, and he smashes through the ice blocking his previous path, dragging you ashore as the ambulance pulls up. His entire body shakes, and he can’t stop himself from attempting to revive you, needing to work quicker, hardly able to wait for the paramedics to get here before he’s pinching your nose, tugging your jaw open and sealing his lips over yours. He blows in a long gust of air, moving back to pump a couple times before hands are pulling him off of you. 

“No! No - I have to - She needs to wake up -”

Jooheon grips his arms, pulling him back and out of the way from the paramedics, “Let them do their job, man. You need to warm up,”

Then there’s a woman surrounding him with a blanket, stepping in front of him and blocking his line of sight as he paramedics begin to pump at your chest, placing a mask over your face as one guy pumps the large, plastic apparatus. He can’t breathe, feeling as if he’s drowning along with you, and his legs give out while Jooheon follows him down to the floor, crowding him with arms that make him feel as if he’s suffocating. 

“Please, please, please…” He mutters to himself, too quiet for anyone to hear. Hot tears run down his face now, and seconds turn into minutes as the paramedics continue trying to revive your cold, lifeless body. 

It feels like years pass before your chest moves jaggedly, body bucking as you choke on the small amount of water in your lungs. The sound of your first hoarse breath is like music to Namjoon’s ears, and he falls back onto his ass on the soggy bank of the lake, his face in his hands as he sobs harder than he has ever in his life. 

There’s soreness all over your body when you wake up, your eyes unable to open while your hazy, addled mind tries to catch up. There’s something in your throat, something around your mouth, and you begin to panic, your eyes springing open into the harsh white light as your legs thrash.

“Shh, we’ve got you, Y/N,” A soft, feminine voice, slightly muffled, comes from beside you, and your eyes roll to look up at them. Their face is blurry, half covered with a mask, and you realise quickly that you’re in a hospital room, “This is gonna be uncomfortable so just try to breathe through your nose for me,”

You try to do as the doctor says, but the instrument being slowly removed from your throat makes you gag repeatedly, eyes stinging with tears until it passes your lips. Your mouth feels dry, lips cracked and sore. There’s a familiar smell stuck in your nostrils, a natural, watery scent that mingles unpleasantly with the sterile aroma of the hospital. 

“I -” You cough, swallowing hard as your bruised throat contracts, “I can’t afford this,”

The nurse looks down at you, eyes soft and full of pity, just as you hate. When they speak, your brows draw together, “The bill is covered, please try to rest,”

“But -”

The nurse doesn’t wait to hear your protests, instead leaving the room and walking out into the corridor. You look around the room, alone and confused at how you got here or what has happened in the last however many hours its been since you visited your mother’s grave at the cemetery. It’s only when you remember laying a cheap, plastic-wrapped bundle of flowers at her gravestone that you recall what your intentions had been; the lake, the ice, the wine you’d gulped at for courage, it all comes back to you in a wave of humiliation and dread. 

That familiar, dark shadow raises it’s head once more in the form of a thirst for something you know damn well you can’t get at a hospital, and so you look around and down at your form, eyes snagging on the tube that’s been inserted into your arm. It’s still a little sore, as is the rest of your body, especially your chest. There are a few long, heavy minutes where you contemplate pulling the foreign object out of your arm when you feel the presence of someone enter the room. 

“You’re awake,” Namjoon says, and your eyes close on impact, like the sound of it hurts. And it does, especially when you’re mostly sober. That’s why you need to numb it all, and why you need to get out of here. 

“I have to go,” You say, your hand reaching for the tube and tugging. It hurts, and you wince, but carry on until a pair of warm hands cover your hand, stopping your movements.

“Y/N, please don’t do that,”

“Get off me,” You say, voice failing to hold the anger you feel towards the man before you. The feeling of his skin touching yours is almost painful, and to get away from his touch, you rip your hands out from under his, aborting your plan to pull out the tube, “I don’t want to be here. I want to go home,”

“You can’t go home yet,” Namjoon says, still standing close to your bed. You feel trapped, suffocated and completely unable to look at him, so instead you pick at a stray thread on the blanket, “they’ve arranged for someone to come and talk to you,”

This is where you look up at him, your eyes lifting to greet Namjoon’s face, concern etched into his features. It leaves you breathless and pissed off all at once, “What do you mean? I don’t need to talk to anyone,”

“Y/N,” He sighs, looking exasperated, the bags under his eyes out of place when you’re so used to seeing him upbeat, friendly, “you tried to drown yourself,”

There’s something strange in hearing the words come from Namjoon’s lips, even when it’s the truth. You had intended to do that, and you’d wanted to succeed, too. But for some reason it makes you feel embarrassed and caught out when he points out the fact.

There’s a long moment of silence between the two of you, and you can feel Namjoon’s eyes on your face, his hands still brushing the blanket where your arm had been. It’s too much, you feel naked under his watchful eye, and it’s almost as if you’re a child being chastised. 

“I know you’re mad at me,” He says, voice quiet and pleading, “and I am too. I’m pissed off at myself for letting this much time get between us. I should’ve been here,”

“I don’t need anyone to look after me,” Is your reply, even when your throat tightens upon hearing the softness in his voice. Your body is simply reacting to the words you wanted to hear for years, the moment you imagined might happen five or seven years after the two of you stopped talking. But it’s been twelve years, and you’re incapable of feeling anything anymore.

Maybe if Namjoon had reached out a year or two ago, you wouldn’t feel this way, but it hurts more to think about forgiving him than it does to keep being mad, and so you do that. 

“I think you’re wrong,” Namjoon replies, and it’s not at all what you expect him to say, or what you imagine most people would say in reply to you claiming your independence. Your eyes fly up to meet his and his head is tilted inquisitively, as if he’s waiting for something.

“Excuse me?”

He clears his throat, looking away when you meet his line of sight head on, “I don’t think you can always look after yourself. I think you need someone to look out for you, and for the last year, or maybe longer, you haven’t had that,” he swallows, and you wonder if he is nervous, “you’ve been alone. And that’s partly my fault,”

Even as you frown at the side of his face, you have a sense that he may be right. Maybe this last year would have been easier if he had been around, or if Seokjin hadn’t fucked your best friend during your bachelorette party, or if you had any friends left in Yeocho. After you began drinking heavily, people didn’t want to be around you, and it’s safe to say you burnt some bridges with your actions and some of the shit you said. But you’ve gotten so used to people leaving, to being alone, that the idea of letting someone in, or back in, makes you feel itchy all over. It makes you feel vulnerable in ways you haven’t had to in so long. 

Namjoon turns back to look at you, then, possibly wondering why you haven’t replied. His lips part, as if he wants to say more, but someone else steps into the room, a doctor in a long, white coat followed by another person in a shirt and tie. 

“Miss Y/N, I’m pleased to see you’re awake,” The doctor says, his eyes darting between you and Namjoon. He smiles warmly at you both, and for a second it actually feels nice for someone to view you with something other than pity or second hand embarrassment, “My name is Doctor Chen, this is my colleague, Doctor Ryu. We’d just like to have a word with you, if you don’t mind,”

Licking your lips, you sit up, pushing against the mattress and lifting your weakened, bruised body until you’re sitting, “I don’t believe I have a choice,”

Namjoon sighs your name, and you almost turn to him before Dr Ryu steps forward, his demeanour open and relaxed, “I understand that this probably feels overwhelming, but we truly just want to have a chat for the moment. Is that okay?”

Despite everything, your eyes find Namjoon’s, his brows lifted as he looks down at you with tired eyes, but for a moment his lips twitch into a smile, oddly comforting despite your anger with his presence. 

“Fine,” You say, turning back to Dr Ryu and Dr Chen, “but I’d like to be alone,”

Namjoon nods like he was expecting the dismissal, and smiles at the two doctors before looking back at you, “I’ll go get some coffee and leave you to it,”

There’s a long moment of silence where you watch the doorway, eyes lingering on where Namjoon walked out into the hall for some inexplicable reason, and you find yourself turning away and letting your eyes land on the two doctors in front of you. Their soft smiles and penetrating stares leave you feeling naked, exposed like a raw nerve as they wait for you to talk first. 

“So, what exactly do I need to say to you in order to get out of here?”

Dr Ryu is the first to react, his lips lifting a little as if this isn’t the first time he’s heard those words. Dr Chen looks marginally more uncomfortable, adjusting his watch absentmindedly. He allows Dr Ryu to answer, and you realise that of the two, he must be the psychiatrist. 

“I’m sure you are aware of the gravity of your situation, Y/N. We don’t have to sugar coat it for you,” His voice is calm and cool like an early morning by the lake, and the fact that this is the first thing you think of almost has a bubble of hysterical laughter crawling up your throat. Irony at it’s finest, you suppose. “What happened at the lake was a suicide attempt, and in order for us to make sure you have the help you need, there will have to be several assessments done before we can discharge you,”

When the first few visions of your plan first came into focus, you were so sure you’d thought of everything. Seokjin didn’t need you, there were no pets to look after or give away, no job to call in sick to. All you had to do was die. 

It never ever occurred to you what might happen if it didn’t work. If someone saved you. But perhaps a part of you should have been prepared for this; the worried glances, the questions, the soft, pleading stares from two men in white coats. 

When you don’t answer, Dr Ryu is the first to break the silence once again, his posture relaxed as he leans back to look at you, “When was the first time you had these suicidal thoughts, Y/N? Can you tell me a little about what life has been like the last few years?”

The memories come unbidden, sober thoughts flashing behind your eyelids like the harsh rays of sunlight when someone rips the curtains away from the window to wake you up. Your sober mind can’t shake them off, can’t let them fade away, so instead you’re punished with them, haunted by the memories of finding Seokjin and Yeji after your bachelorette party, repo men carrying out your computer from the studio. 

Your mother’s pale, gaunt face turned towards you as she lay dying. 

Your eyes screw shut against the glare of years worth of pain, and you swallow it all down like a bitter pill, “I don’t want to do this,”

Dr Ryu doesn’t say anything, doesn’t try to calm you or change the subject. Instead he leaves you to feel your feelings, to let your mind circle through the memories as you unwittingly pinpoint exactly where your life turned to shit. 

“I was engaged,” You say, the words forced out of you in a shattering exhale, “and then I wasn’t. I owned an art studio, and then I didn’t. My mother was alive, and now she’s -” It’s hard to say the word, despite the fact you’ve said it countless times in drunken rambles to old school friends at the bar, even to Namjoon when he showed up in your kitchen that morning. But it feels so much harsher to say it when sober, and you stutter, frightened as if saying it makes it all the more final. “She’s dead,”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Y/N,” Ryu says, his face is soft, sincere, and you have to look away with a nod, “Is this when you began to drink?”

There’s a bolt of shame that races over your skin when he says those words, even without the accusatory tone it still feels as if you’re being judged. When you first started drinking, it was just an excuse to blow off steam, to ignore what you were feeling day to day. But then it snowballed, until it felt as if you couldn’t go a day without having a drink.

A drink became a bottle, and a bottle became two bottles. So on and so forth. 

“I partied a little when the studio got repossessed. But after my mom died I…” You shrug, unsure if you can even explain your actions for the last year or so adequately, “It helps,”

Dr Chen takes over for a little while, going over the logistics, how much exactly you have on a daily basis. Then he explains the dangers you pose, the damage you could do - have already done - if you were to carry on this way. 

“You’re still young, and thankfully the damage we’ve seen so far is reversible, but that would require total sobriety,” Dr Chen says, serious and stern, “We can prescribe some medication to help with the withdrawal symptoms, but these are to be closely monitored by your physician, and it would help to have someone at home to make sure you have a support system in place. Is there anyone you know who would be willing to stay with you? Or vice versa?”

“I…” It’s a lot of information to process, and you find yourself momentarily overwhelmed, those dark thoughts creeping in once more and reminding you how easy it would be if you were left at the bottom of that lake. 

“Y/N,” Dr Ryu says, “we want to work with you, to get you healthy both physically and mentally. Now, I know this may be difficult to hear, but if we feel you do not have a support system in place to help you through this process, it may be best if you were to enter a rehab facility. There you would have access to psychiatrists like myself, along with doctors specifically trained in drug and alcohol abuse,”

“What’s the alternative?” You ask, “I want to go home, is there any way I can go home?”

Dr Ryu offers you a gentle smile, a hand landing atop yours, “Do you have someone back at home, Y/N?”

It's at that moment that you hear footsteps approaching the door, and you turn just in time to see Namjoon standing at the threshold, a cup of steaming coffee in his hand as he glances between you and the two doctors with parted lips. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,”

The thought pops into your head like a faulty lightbulb. 

It’s hardly true, and you can always find a way out of it eventually, but you turn back to Dr Ryu and open your mouth anyway, the lie spilling past your lips before you can stop it. 

Four days, and dozens of assessments later, you’re signing discharge papers and leaving beside Namjoon, his gaze steady and warm, mistakenly believing that you’ve forgiven him. That you’ll lean on him for support. 

Little does he know, you just needed a ticket out of this clinical hell, and he was the first person you laid eyes on. 

taglist: @maryseesthings @rkivesfilm @btsffreader92 @creolesoul2seoul @kissme-ornot @wecanpretendit

[esuemmanuel]

Amanece y el sol me nombra, transita lento entre las nubes dormilonas que han cubierto el cielo al soñar. La noche se olvida, se apaga y se esfuma, dejando al sol brillar, y éste, que ya tiene en los ojos el ardor de su centro, se eleva para cumplir con su diaria labor: darnos luz y calor para poder vivir.

It dawns and the sun names me, it moves slowly among the sleepy clouds that have covered the sky when dreaming. The night is forgotten, it fades and vanishes, leaving the sun to shine, and this, which already has in its eyes the ardor of its center, rises to fulfill its daily work: to give us light and warmth to be able to live.

[bobathing]

🦕 — Pond Dino Cookie ID Pack

— Names

aktaios, atlantic, delmore, dimple, hydro, muir, okeanos, palmiro, pelagius, pepito, philemon, pompeo, pontius, poseidon, prospero, psamathe, seabert, seafowl, triton, wells, yam

alaska, almus, amphi, ceto, cherie, darya, eema, eione, ena, hydra, lily, marina, marisol, marvena, meri, mira, morti(mer), myriel, oumi, pamela, pandora, peony, pepita, piety, pomona

atlas, bubble, chao, elkhorn, eryl, hai, hals, kai, kipper, kyma, lian, lotus, lotusette, marine, navy, nerina, ocean, pondette, ren, rex, sacred, seashine, staghorn, starflower

— Pronouns

affe / affection, ba / baby, blu / blue, chat / chatter, coo / cooing, cor / coral, cu / cute, dada / dadada, dino / dinosaur, di / dive, flower / flowery, forget / me / not, fri / friends, glitter / glittery, joy / joyful, lot / lotus, love / lovely, para / paradise, pond / ponds, pur / purple, rip / ripple, splash / splashing, swim / swimmer, tea / teal, wa / water, won / wonder

🪸/🪸 s, 🦕/🦕s, 🪷/🪷s, 🌊/🌊s, 🩵/🩵s, 🐠/🐠s

— Titles

[x] who won't be forgotten, the kyute dino from the pond, fishy fishy, the treasure born from the depths, [x] born from the ashes of battle, the good of battle, [x] who lures cookies in with glittery eyes, the glittered dinosaur, the cacophony of giggles from a lotus paradise, the joys of discovery, [x] with a pudding-like tail, [x] from lotus paradise, the bundle of childlike wonder, the newborn flowery dino, the lotus-adorned smiler, [x] surrounded with friends, the worry-not child, [x] with a dislike of sadness, the never-wilting determination of a newborn, [x] with an unstoppable desire to spread joy, keeper of lotus paradise

— Genders

animagauditraitic, aquagender, aquatifungender, aquatix, cherishlexic, confettdinogender, corallexic, fishdigital, fishscrunklin, flowerpondmulviboard, gelatineux, glitterbombbrightic, hapjoyfulian, jollyfeelin', joybasis, joyousloveic, lotusfloatic, lovelyaltlexic, marijoy, petalfloatic, pondinocharic, reeflexic, schizzlio, sealexic, seamelogender, splashaudiomonic, sunsearayec, sweetstelic, telalen, whimisiaquata

— System Names

the riptides of childlike joy, the puddlejump collective, those born of bloomed lotuses, the joys of discovery, those who came from the pond, the inhabitants of a lotus paradise, the splashing of waves, the lilypad hoppers, those with hope for a better future, the underwater explorers, those who dance with marine life, the pond-dive collective

— Usernames

lotus-hopper, pond-dino, chirpjoy, lilypadlover, pondexplorer, smileykid, dinoworld, babypond, tinyjoy, wavesplasher, rippleplayer, pondthing, pondiea, lotuseater, kyutedino, bundleofdino, starflowersmoocher

— My other pond dino posts

buttons, dividers, pfp masks, post borders, rentry graphics, rentry template, replycons, stamps, tumblr layouts, userbars

[ryuusei-niu]

Well, soooo I'm bored, and I saw this post so there's like 26 songs in Spanish and what and why I relate some of them to Leo and Nico.

This will be a very long post. Get ready, take a coffee, idk.

Playlist here

For Nico:

Que Nadie Sepa Mi Sufrir

"Amor de mis amores, reina mía, ¿Qué me hiciste? Que no puedo conformarme sin poderte contemplar.

Ya que pagaste mal mi cariño tan sincero lo que conseguirás, que no te nombre nunca más."

(Love of my loves, my life, what did you do to me? I can't settle without being able to see you.

Since you poorly repaid my sincere affection(? What you'll get: that I won't say you name anymore)

"¿Qué gano con decir que una mujer cambió mi suerte? Se burlarán de mí, que nadie sepa mi sufrir."

(What do I gain by saying that a woman changed my luck? They would make fun of me, let no one know my suffering.)

Change the woman part with man and you'll have the cupid's scene. I don't ship Percico but this song is like very dramatic and melancholic and so resented in a way Nico would be.

Te Aviso, Te Anuncio

"Te aviso y te anuncio que hoy renuncio a tus negocios sucios.

Ya sabes que estoy de ti vacunada, a prueba de patadas.

Por ti me quedé como Mona Lisa, sin llanto y sin sonrisa.

Que el cielo y tu madre cuiden de ti. Me voy, será mejor así."

(I'll let you know and I announce to you that today I'm leaving your dirty business.

You already know that I am vaccinated from you, kick proof.

Because of you I became like Mona Lisa. Without tears and without smile.

May heaven and your mother take care of you. I'm leaving, it's better this way.)

Ok but for you all who like to make Nico a diva at the "You're not my type" scene. This song. NICO SINGING THIS SONG TO PERCY. I LIKE DRAMA.

Hasta la Raíz

"Cuando mire al cielo y en la forma cruel de una nube gris aparezcas tú.

Una tarde suba una alta loma y mire el pasado, sabrás que no te he olvidado.

Yo te llevo dentro, hasta la raíz. Y, por más que crezca vas a estar aquí."

(When i look at the sky and, in the shape of a gray cloud, you'll be there.

One day I climb a high hill and I'll look at the past, you'll know that I haven't forgotten you.

I carry you inside me, to the root. And no matter how much I grow you'll be here.)

I want angst. So, every time Nico listen this song, he remember Bianca. (I'm not projecting me and my cat, how dare think about that, I'm not crying at all).

Don

"Una mañana te veré llegar y descubriré que yo, solo ya no estoy mejor. Y te pediré que me acompañes. ¿A dónde? En verdad no sé, dime qué sí, miénteme.

Podría ser que al final rompiste el cristal en mí. Podría pasar que me hagas hablar, yo creo que tienes el don de curar este mal."

(One morning I will see you arrive. And i'll discover that, alone, I'm not better. So, I'll ask you to accompany me. Where? I really don't know, say yes, lie to me.

Could it be that in the end you broke the glass in me. It might happen that you make me talk. I believe that you have the gift of curing this bad.)

Solangelo, that's the post. This song is so happy and so beautiful and it's really them (or every ship that you like, I think everyone should know this song).

Cumbia Para Olvidar

"Finjo que puedo aguantar. Finjo no te veré más.

Cumbia para olvidar, olvido para perdonar. La melodía de un trombón cura mi alma.

Cumbia, no quiero sentir. Cumbia, no puedo vivir así. Cumbia, llévame a bailar, ayúdame a olvidar este dolor."

(I pretend I can hold on. I pretend I won't see you again.

Cumbia to forget. Forgetting to forgive. The melody of a trombone heals my soul.

Cumbia, I don't want to feel. Cumbia, I can't live like this. Cumbia, take me dancing, help me forget this pain.)

I really like the concept of Nico suffering from lovesickness, trying to forget his feelings for Percy, with songs in the background. It's like the only normal teenage thing that he could live.

Leo and Nico:

Morir de Amor

It's just a love song that I really like and I can't get out of this so. They're bot so romantic and they would dedicate this song to their lovers (plus point if it's valdangelo). Listen to this song, is very pretty I really like it.

For Leo:

No Tengo Hambre, Tengo Ansiedad

"Hace tiempo estoy pensando: 'Tengo que parar'.

Mientras tanto, por las dudas, sigo a toda velocidad."

(I've been thinking for a while: 'I have to stop'.

In the meantime, just in case, I continue at full speed.)

I think this song is so so so Leo code. Like, he's thinking all the time about what people would think, what he has to do to please others and trying to fit. He would love this song.

Insaciable

I think we, as a fandom, greatly underestimate the ambition that Leo carries within. Like, he's very perfectionist and he knows he's capable of do a lot of things.

He always seeks to improve himself, even if it leads to misfortune, even if it is not noticeable (and it is).

This song really give me vibes of "Non-stop", from Hamilton, another song that I relate with Leo. He would be such a Hamilton kinnie.

Algo mejor que hacer

Just two things:

"Todos me dicen que nunca voy a llegar a nada, que está probado que soy un caso perdido y que si sigo insistiendo con esta pulseada acabaré arruinado o algo parecido."

(Everyone told that I'll never amount to anything, that is probed that I'm a lost case and if I insist with this thing, I'll be ruined or something like that.)

And

"No tengo miedo a que me vean como un fracasado. Nadie me dió a elegir la opción de no haber nacido.

No me quieran complicar. Yo no voy a ningún lugar."

(I'm not afraid of being seen as a failure. Nobody gave me the option of not being born.

Don't complicate things, I'm not going anywhere.)

That's it, that's the post.

Lo malo de ser bueno

"Cuantas veces dije 'no' queriendo decir 'sí', cuántas veces presentí el principio del fin."

(How many times I said no when I wanted to say yes. How many times I feel the beginning of the end.)

I'm running of explanations, just listen the song. It's so Leo code.

No Saber de Ti

"Desde que no estás aquí ya no puedo encontrar de nuevo el sentido de la libertad. Sin ti no imagino volver a empezar.

Quiero saber qué fue de ti.

Desde que no estás aquí solo me habita el dolor. Se me va la vida sin saber de ti, amor."

(Since you are not here I can't find the meaning of freedom again. Without you I can't imagine starting over.

I want to know what happened to you.

Since you're not here, only pain lives in me. My life is passing away without hearing from you, love).

VALGRACE ANGST?!?! WHERE?!?

(I really love Los Nocheros, listen to Los Nocheros please)

Dueles

"Los golpes en la piel dejan marca y después se van.

Pero me rompiste en dos y no encuentro reparación."

(Bumps(? on the skin leave a mark and then go away.

But you broke me in two and I can't find how to fix it.)

"Mientras pienso en ti y en lo que perdí, quisiera evitar haberme permitido amarte para perderte.

Y me dueles."

(As I think of you and what I lost, I would like to avoid having allowed myself to love you to lose you.

And you hurt me.)

I have to stop associating dramatic heartbreak songs with valgrace, right?

Mi Buen Amor

Leo and Piper would sing this song with all their soul. They love how dramatic it is.

Also, I think this would be a good song for a Caleo au when they broke but still feel things for each other, just that they don't know what this feelings are and they don't want to be lonely. BUT NO ONE HERE LIKE CALEO. I GOT IT. I'LL BE RAMBLING ABOUT THIS ALONE.

Si Tú Me Quisieras

"Ay de mí, de este amor que se me metió y que se dispara. Se contagia y te reclama.

Ay de mí, de este amor que se me incrusta como bala, que me ahorca y que me mata.

Todo sería diferente si tú me quisieras."

({idk how to translate 'ay de mi'}, Of this love that got inside me and it's growing. It is contagious and demands you.

Of this love that sticks in me like a bullet, that hangs me and kills me.

Everything would be different if you loved me.)

I would say valgrace again but this is so Leo and every character that people ship with him.

Tu Falta de Querer

Maybe Leo just sing this song because it's so dramatic. Maybe he sings this song playing fun with Jason. Maybe he really feel the song.

Un Alma En Pena

"Como un alma en pena sigo esperando. Estoy tan falta de cariño, de años pasados. De niña queriendo, de grande odiando.

Y prefiero hacerme la tonta para no verme tan sola. Solo fluyó como el río, discretamente me sonrío, me pongo el traje largo, el brillo tapa todo.

El miedo borboteando, la risa delirando. Y ya estoy como el cero de mi cuenta al revés."

(Like a soul in pain I keep waiting. I am so lacking in affection, from years gone by. As a child loving, as an adult hating.

And I prefer to play dumb so I don't look so alone. I just flow like the river, I discreetly smile, I put on the long suit, the shine covers everything.

Fear bubbling, laughter raving. And now I'm like zero on my account backwards.)

I don't know if you remember the post I made about Leo's last nights at the Argo II, but this was one of the songs I listened to while thinking about that.

Aaaaand the other songs from there are all songs that I completely see Leo singing as a joke (or not). Most of them are songs that were popular at 2017/18, and now it's like a meme. I love each of these songs and I think Leo and Piper would sing Hola, Despacito, Era Tranquila and Cuando se Pone a Bailar with their soul

[thewittyphantom]

The final Duel Links tag cup was the DM Cup, and our partner was Weevil Underwood! Teams included Para and Strings, a new team of Rex and Tea, Bandit Keith and Joey, and finally another new team of Yami Yugi and Mai.

Weevil: Tee hee hee hee! It's your lucky day because you get to team with me. Huh? Your brain must be bugged if you don't know who I am! When the world thinks of a champion, only one name crosses their mandibles: Weevil Underwood! Tee hee hee hee hee hee! Since you're tagging with me, victory's guaranteed for ya! But in exchange, I want you to do a little favor for me. Slip this card into our opponent's deck. [shows Parasite Paracide] ...What!? Don't you want to win? Just do as I say!

Tea: Uhhhhh...Why does this guy have to be my partner? Rex: I have a name, you know! And I want to team with a Duelist, not a cheerleader! Tea: You're one to talk! The last time you won, dinosaurs still roamed the earth! Rex: Hey! Don't be rude! Tea: You started it! Rex: But you continued it! She's scarier than a T-Rex... (they lose) Tea: For a so-called champion, you Dueled like a chumpion. Rex: You lost too! First Mai, now you...I don't know how Joey and Yugi put up with you. Tea: Say something? Rex: N-No. Nothing. (I feel bad for 'em...)

Yami Yugi: Mai, if you're my partner, I have nothing to worry about. Mai: I can say the same. But be careful, Yugi. If you get too confident, you'll fall for the easiest tricks. Yami Yugi: Of course, Mai. That's a lesson you taught me well. Mai: Ha...Let's go, Yugi! (they lose) Mai: I can't believe we lost... Yami Yugi: I hope you haven't forgotten what you told me. Mai: Of course not. You two! Congratulations on defeating us! But we always come back stronger! We won't lose next time! Yami Yugi: A true Duelist is tested not when they win - but how they come back from a defeat. Mai always reminds me of this important lesson. We will be back for a rematch!

Weevil: Teeeeee hee hee hee hee! I'm finally back on top! And it was soooo easy! Those maggots never stood a chance! Hee hee hee hee hee! ...Oh? You're still here? I guess you did a good job staying out of my way. As a reward, I'll give you this card! But to be honest, since I'm the one who carried you to a win, YOU should be giving ME a prize. [shows Parasite Paracide] Make sure to include that card in your Deck! As a symbol of our friendship. (If you do, when you Duel against me...) Teeeee hee hee hee hee!

[longliveblackness]

Sister Rosetta Tharpe, famous in the 1930s for her upbeat electric guitar playing style, is the original godmother of rock and roll music. She was inducted in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2018, and recognized for her contributions in paving the way for other artists in the industry.

Sister Rosetta Tharpe, who was born in 1915, grew up in a small town in Arkansas. Raised in the Pentecostal church, she honed her talent in music during tent revivals and church gatherings.

In the 1930s, she started making a name when she moved to New York, where she performed in the city's nightclubs. In 1938, she became famous for her record called "Rock Me." Her 1945 recording "Strange Things Happening Every Day" is considered the first gospel song that bridged the "race" (later called "R&B") charts after it reached number two.

Her fame was sustained until the 1950s when she could fill arenas with thousands of fans who want to watch her perform on stage with her electric guitar.

By the 1960s, a new generation of musicians seemed to have overshadowed her fame. Still, she went to Europe to perform for new audiences in London and Liverpool.

Sister Rosetta Tharpe died in 1973 at the age of 58. Even though her name was somehow forgotten by most people, her influence is very much alive.

"She influenced Elvis Presley, she influenced Johnny Cash, she influenced Little Richard," says Tharpe's biographer Gayle Wald. "She influenced innumerable other people who we recognize as foundational figures in rock and roll."

She was posthumously inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of fame on May 5, 2018 for her essential role in the industry.

"Without Sister Rosetta Tharpe, rock and roll would be a different music," according to the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame website. "She is the founding mother who gave rock's founding fathers the idea."

•••

Sister Rosetta Tharpe, famosa durante la década de 1930 por su estilo animado de tocar la guitarra eléctrica, es la madrina original del rock and roll (rocanrol). Se le indujo al salón de la fama del Rock and Roll en el 2018 y se le reconoció por sus contribuciones en pavimentar el camino para otros artistas en la industria.

Sister Rosetta Tharpe, quién nació en el año 1915, creció en una pequeña ciudad en Arkansas. Criada en la iglesia Pentecostal, ella perfeccionó su talento musical durante avivamientos en carpas y reuniones de la iglesia.

En los 1930, comenzó a darse a conocer cuando se mudó a Nueva York, donde hacía presentaciones en los clubes nocturnos de la ciudad. En 1938, se hizo famosa por su canción llamada “Rock Me”. Su grabación de "Strange Things Happening Every Day", hecha en 1945, es considerada la primera canción góspel combinado o unida con “race” (luego llamado R&B). La canción llegó a segunda posición en las carteleras.

Su fama se sostuvo hasta la década de 1950, cuando solía llenar estadios con miles de fanáticos que querían verla en el escenario con su guitarra eléctrica.

Para los 1960, su fama fue opacada por una nueva generación de artistas. Aún así, se fue a Europa para hacer presentaciones a nuevas audiencias en Londres y Liverpool.

Sister Rosetta Tharpe falleció en 1973 a la edad de 58 años. Aunque su nombre fue olvidado por muchas personas, aún así su influencia estaba muy viva.

“Ella influenció a Elvis Presley, ella influenció a Johnny Cash, ella influenció a Little Richard” dijo el biógrafo de Tharpe, Gayle Wald. “Influenció a innumerables personas que hoy reconocemos como figuras fundacionales del rock and roll (rocanrol).”

Fue incluida póstumamente en el salón de la fama del Rock & Roll el 5 de mayo del 2018 por su papel esencial en la industria.

“Sin Sister Rosetta Tharpe, el rock and roll sería una música diferente”, según el sitio web del Salón de la Fama del Rock & Roll. “Ella es la madre fundadora que le dio la idea a los padres fundadores del rock”.

[bimbo-bah]

Hi, could I have a Genshin Impact introject please? Most is maker's choice, but I would prefer a younger character with lots of transIDs and paras? I would also like if you could add (cis or trans)DPD.

Thank you in advance! ❤️ I miiiight be in for inbox a lot.. haha.

-🍒🥀

Of course~! And don't worry about being in my inbox too much! I may be slow, but I try to work on alterpacks at least once a week~! I hope you don't mind that I got a little sily with this one~!

{Klee Fictive~!}

𓆩♡𓆪 Alter Type: Fictive

𓆩♡𓆪 Source: Genshin Impact

𓆩♡𓆪 System Role(s): Innocence Holder, Catkid, (optional) Swankid

𓆩♡𓆪 Name(s): Klee, Acacia, Ansel, Nyssa, Serine

𓆩♡𓆪 Species: Elf (TransFairy, TransForestNymph)

𓆩♡𓆪 Gender: Girllexic Nymphetlexic Medcoric, DPDpatient, Dependentgender, Cottagegoric

𓆩♡𓆪 Pronouns: She/Cut/Leaf/Heal/Forest/Green/Stitch/Cott/Age/Mel/Melancholic

𓆩♡𓆪 Sexuality: Medicalsexual Biflux

𓆩♡𓆪 Age: 12 (1200+ in Elf Years)

𓆩♡𓆪 CisIDs: CisDPD, CisCLingy, CisLoli, CisCute, CisLisp, CisHypersexual, CisTrauma, CisBPD, CisCVPD (Compulsive Victim Personality Disorder), CisClumsy, CisInnocent, CisHOH, CisFactitiousDisorder, CisSH, CisLiar, CisManipulator

𓆩♡𓆪 TransIDs: TransChronicallyIll, TransMedikid, TransPermaKid, TransGroomed, TransBedridden, TransCSA, TransFairy, TransForestNymph, TransNymphet, TransGreenEyes, TransGreenHair, TransChlorokenisis, TransAnorexic, TransUnderweight, TransUnhealthy, TransTerminallyIll, TransUnknownDisease, TransHanahaki, TransAmputatedLegs, PermaInnocent, TransDeaf, PermaPitied, PermaBullied, TransLittleSister

𓆩♡𓆪 Paras: AAM, Autotraumaphile, Autoaptophile, Sadomasochist, Hybristophile, Canine Zoo, Romophile, Heterophile, Autoapagophile, Autodopephile, Autothanatophile, Autonecrophile, Paraphilic Attraction to Doctors

𓆩♡𓆪 Personality: Extrovert. Klee is an energetic young girl who loved getting attention from everyone and anyone, even if it's the wrong kind of attention. She'll even go as far as to hurt herself or get herself sick in order to get attention. This is mostly because she feels as if she's being ignored or pitied. She's also actively bait people into hurting her or attacking her if she doesn't like that, in order to frame them as the villian and in order for her to get more attention and pampering from others.

𓆩♡𓆪 Likes: Attention, hurting herself, being around others, Plants, Explosions

𓆩♡𓆪 Dislikes: Being ignored, being forgotten, people not worrying about her, having to do things herself.

𓆩♡𓆪 Aesthetic(s): Naturecore, Demolitioncore

𓆩♡𓆪 Typing Quirk(s): N/A

𓆩♡𓆪 Face Claim:

[dead-dog-rising]

Wifies Variants you will see on this blog:

Wifies - Unstable Universe Wifies, married.

WifiesA - The Altruist. Will help everyone, always.

WifiesB - The Bloodhungry. Just wants to kill and destroy.

WifiesC - The Channel. Very spiritual.

WifiesD - The Dumb. As the name suggests, not the sharpest tool in the shed. Dumb on purpose n all.

WifiesE - The Energized. Forever full of energy.

WifiesF - The Forgotten. Easily forgettable, kinda just there.

WifiesG - The Greedy. Will stop at nothing to ensure his own profit.

WifiesH - The Harmless. A true pacifist, will try to avoid all conflict.

WifiesI - The Inventive. Always coming up with something new. Always creative.

WifiesJ - The Joyous. Loves making people laugh, and making them happy otherwise.

WifiesK - The Keen. Always focused on the details, notices everything.

WifiesL - The Loyal. As the name suggests, loyal to a fault.

WifiesM - The Melancholic. Always sad, always sees the bad side of things.

WifiesN - The Nervous. Always on-edge, always afraid of everything.

WifiesO - The Obedient. Will do whatever you tell 'em to.

WifiesP - The Patient. Waits for the exact right moment for everything.

WifiesQ - The Quick. Gets everything done as quickly as possible, is always working on fast forward.

WifiesR - The Resilient. Will bounce back just fine no matter what happens.

WifiesS - The Safe. Will make a safe space for everyone, no matter what.

WifiesT - The Truthful. Honest above all else.

WifiesU - The Understanding. Hyperempathy and hypersympathy.

WifiesV - The Vain. Thinks very highly of themself, always.

WifiesW - The Wild. Unpredictable, nothing is ever certain.

WifiesX - The XXX. Hypersexual, horny 24/7.

WifiesY - The Young. A child, and acts like it.

WifiesZ - The Zen. Relaxed, calm, at peace, always.

Wifies¹ - The compulsion holder. Symptom older for compulsions, what it says on the tin.

Wifies² - The symptom holder. Holds symptoms for ADHD specifically.

Wifies³ - The para holder. Holds symptoms for paras, also hypersexual.

Wifies⁴ - The unconventional. Para holder for some more out there paras, also hypersexual.

Nova - The controller. A true leader, runs the entire show. In control of everything, always. Also a para holder for some "harmful" paras.

Cloneblur - Any amount of blur between the above members.

[hughungrybear]

Name four songs that you consider YOURS. Songs that no one else understands like you. Songs that they can try to pry from your cold dead hands.

Tagged by @imlivingformyselfdontmindme. And because the original rule says only four, I would do just that (mostly because I'm too lazy to list more than that lol 😁)

These are my go-to songs whenever I feel life is giving extra scoops of sh*t. Also, these songs are old (leave me alone lol). However, their lyrics are those that I can almost always relate to the most. In this exact order:

Apoy (Fire) by Greyhoundz

It is such a shame that Spotify does not carry this song. It is my go-to whenever I feel depressed. The song talks about the lure of self-destruction and the singer's appeal to those listening to hold tight to their ideals/ beliefs/whatever makes them truly happy.

Original lyrics with English translation: Tatalon ka na ba mula sa sinasakyan na nagdala syo sa taas para lang magpakalunod sa bisyo o sa luho Are you jumping from the vehicle that has taken you up high just to drown yourself in vices and luxuries? Bibitawan mo na ba paniniwalang nagdulot sayo ng saya para lang magpakabaliw sa pansamantalang aliw Will you let go of the belief that made you happy just to go crazy in the pursuit of quick pleasure? Sunog lang ng sunog...(6x) Just keep burning...(6x) Kapit ng mahigpit kapatid, kapit ng mahigpit kapatid ...wag kang bumitaw... Hold on tightly, brother, don't let go... Bat kaba lumalayo sa mismong kadugo kailanman di ka iniwanang nagluluksang mag-isa Why are you distancing yourself from your own blood who has never left you to mourn alone? Nakalimutan mo na ba halaga nila bat ka ba sumusuko sa mga pagsubok na di mo naman ikamamatay di ba Have you forgotten their worth, why are you giving up on challenges that won't even kill you, right? Dapat lalo kang tumitibay You should become even stronger Sunog lang ng sunog...(6x) Just keep burning...(6x) Tulong pahingi ng gamot para wag ng malito kahit wala munang sagot Help, give me medicine to avoid getting confused, even if there's no answer yet Tulong pahingi ng gamot kahit panandaliang lunas para lang kumalma Help me, give me some medicine, even if it's just a temporary cure to calm me down Bat kaba nagpapasunog sa sarili mong apoy...(10x) Why are you setting yourself on fire...(10x) Kapit ng mahigpit kapatid... kumapit ng mahigpit kapatid... wag kang bumitaw Hold on tightly, brother, don't let go

2. Alive by Pearl Jam

I guess you are now sensing a theme here lol Yes, I was emo-punk rock even before it was a thing 😅

3. Across the Universe by The Beatles

It's trippy, the lyrics flow like a goddamned poetry, and listening to it makes me feel things.

4. Only Happy When It Rains by Garbage

I dunno why but I am sincerely happier when it rains as opposed to when it's sunny out there. Like giddy happy.

Tagging @lost-my-sanity1, @telomeke, @dribs-and-drabbles, @dimplesandfierceeyes, @plantsarepeopletoo, @sparklyeyedhimbo, @lurkingshan, @waitmyturtles, and anyone who would like to play this game.

[moiteneia]

The Murder Club (On Thurdays only): Guapoduo AU

O Clube de Assassinatos (das Quintas-Feiras): 🌙

f!Cell estava livre. Quer dizer, ele havia se feito “livre”. Tinha fugido para o mais longe que conseguiu após sair das amarras que f!Pac e f!Guaxi tinham o colocado e conseguiu pedir por ajuda para um navio de carga. 

Deu uma desculpa qualquer que seu navio inteiro havia naufragado e tinha sido o único a sobreviver. Bom, isso pouco importa, assim que chegaram no porto, ele desapareceu e foi para bem longe.

Se deu um novo nome: Balanar. E se escondeu naquela cidadezinha monótona e esquisita feita de velhos religiosos, policiais entediados e pais esquecidos pelos próprios filhos. Monótona, mas segura. Ninguém perguntou nada, ninguém o reconheceu, e ele pode se infiltrar na comunidade como um amante das flores e livros.

Claro, ele ainda fazia suas pequenas…Saídas. De vez em quando uma senhora rude que maltratava o filho, desaparecia. Às vezes um homem que ousava levantar a mão para a esposa, de repente, tinha aparecido morto sem qualquer carne em seu corpo. Oops.

Ele fez o seu papel. Como um doce dono de livraria, se mostrava preocupado, assustado. E, tentando parecer querer ajudar aquelas pobres ovelhas, ofereceu a comunidade fazer um clube em sua livraria para investigar aqueles assassinatos e se sentirem mais seguros próximos um dos outros.

Isso…Até que um novo policial ser designado para a cidade de Quesadilha. 

Roger. 

Um homem sério, fumante, que só usava preto e não parecia paciente para gracinhas. Tinha sido machucado por muitas pessoas e não gostava que brincasse com seus sentimentos. No entanto, por algum motivo ele rapidamente se afeiçoa pelo dono da livraria. O problema? Logo de primeira vista ele começa a desconfiar de Balanar, ao mesmo tempo, ele não consegue prende-lo, apenas querendo assistir até onde o loiro iria com aquilo…

Talvez até decida entrar pro seu clube.

————————- ENG ————————————

The Murder Club (on Thursdays): 🌙

f!Cell was free. That is, he had become “free”. He had fled as far as he could after leaving the bonds that f!Pac and f!Guaxi had placed him in and managed to ask for help from a cargo ship. He gave some excuse that his entire ship had sunk and he was the only one to survive. Well, that doesn't matter, as soon as they arrived at the port, he disappeared and went far away.

A new name was given: Balanar. And he hid in that monotonous and strange little town made up of religious old men, bored police officers and parents forgotten by their own children. Monotonous, but safe. No one asked anything, no one recognized him, and he was able to infiltrate the community as a lover of flowers and books.

Of course, he still made his little…outings. Every now and then a rude lady who mistreated her son would disappear. Sometimes a man who dared to raise his hand to his wife would suddenly appear dead without any flesh on his body. Oops.

He played his role. Like a sweet bookstore owner, he seemed worried, scared. And, trying to appear to want to help those poor sheep, he offered the community to form a club in his bookstore to investigate those murders and feel safer around each other.

That...Until a new police officer is assigned to the city of Quesadilha.

Roger.

A serious man, a smoker, who only wore black and didn't seem patient with jokes. He had been hurt by many people and he didn't like being played with his feelings.

However, for some reason he quickly becomes fond of the bookstore owner. The problem? Right from the first sight he begins to distrust Balanar, at the same time, he is unable to arrest him, just wanting to watch how far the blonde would go with that...

Maybe I'll even decide to join his club.

[hanawrites404]

Do u have favourite ocs from your mutuals? I know u like Farris but is there any more ocs u simp or like from other friends?

I'm glad you asked, Anon! But get ready because it's a lot uehehehehhe...

@aesopsbaby : I like all of their characters but my favourite has got to be Nathan. I dunno! I like that old-fashioned lover boy vibes lol. I would wanna see more of him.

@naciela : Sir, she is the queen of making hottest characters and this syndrome is so bad that I would have to name a whole list of family whom I like 😭. But for now, I would stick to two of her characters. That is, Li Shui and Raafa.

@kumaronoa : KAI!!!! KAI!!!!! KAI!!!!!

HE IS THE ICON! THE LEGEND! THE MOMENT HIMSELF!!!

and he has a free pass of stepping on me fr. Jen is a legend herself. Good art but also good characters?! Get a load of her!

@babufactory : They are also one of the artist friends whom I really enjoy. I have watched their streams and it's honestly a vibe jam. Of course, I would have to go with Nielh as my favourite. They are a very well-written and sexy character and I love that so damn much.

@boiling-potato : I'm very sorry but I seriously gotta mention the sweet potat herself, okay? Other than Farris, I also enjoy Luke and Cyrus. Talking about the girls, I absolutely adore Ink (and Lunie too. I miss her bitter face fr 😭)

@boundinparchment : Karina My Beloved, please marry me. I have a ring pop to offer~

I mean, yes! Juni's characters are very deep and likeable. I like how much love and effort she puts in all of her characters. It's very intresting and enjoyable to watch them through their stories how they bloom and wilt and bloom bigger than ever! If you are to search ‘character development' in urban dictionary, Juni's name is ought to be there.

@the-soupiest-artist : I!!! ABSOLUTELY!!! ADORE!!! HER!!!! CHARACTER!!! DESIGNS!!!!

There is just something about her art that really draws me in. It's not only the character development but also I love how enthusiastic Layne is! And honestly it would pain me to choose a favourite out of her characters. But if I'm very obliged to, I would take the horny bastard, Sebastièn.

@honey-para : That priest dude from the unholy trinity? He has my heart, sir. He can step on me and drown me in holy water, I will not complain.

Honey can take any fandom and turn it magically sexy by their bomb art, prove me wrong. They have literally sucked me in through their fandom content, it's addictive 😭!!!

@kerwixi : ANOTHER UNDERRATED ARTIST!!! I enjoy their works too!! They have cool character designs and colour schemes. I honestly like Navere the most. And since Fontaine is soon about to arrive, I anticipate him shining more!

@vodyaniks : Crow aesthetic? Check. Lovecraftian elderich horror? Check. The coolest artist around? Check!

Y'all have a full package of a super cool person right here, lovelies! Plus, they have a lot of OCs but my favourite is Maya (pls marry me).

I think that's all I can recall. If I have forgotten anybody, I'm very sorry AHH. If y'all are reading this, I LOVE Y'ALLS OCS AND EACH OF THEM GET A WEDDING RING POP FROM MEEEEEEE!!!!!

[headmates-4-you]

Yo, can we get a subsystem themed around yandere, horror and possibly cannibalism? We want it to be fictives heavy (mainly COD fictives). You won't need to create a host for this one:3

We also want a lot of transIDs (more specifically transRAMCOA/programmed terms, transHarmful/ed terms), MUDs and paraphilias pls!

- @thewinnersys

YO YO!! when you sent this request, we went and checked out your account to see what fictives you already have, and I'm pretty sure you might be (or if not are very similar to) the same system that created three of our headmates (Ixya, Roman and Lesly)

Also, sorry if the COD fictives are innaccurate, we know next to nothing about this source 😭

anyways, hope you like how we made this subsystem :D

HEADMATE #1

name: Runai

age/age range: 19

pronouns: she&/it/cut/eat/cannibal/blood/gore/slash/yandere/crazy/🩸/🔪

gender identity: girlthing

species: human

sexuality: pansexual

ethnicity: Japanese

role: persecutor

mental/physical condition: very, very unstable

personality: cold, insane, yandere, seductive, manipulative

source: none

cisIDs: ASPD, Japanese, blue eyes, yandere

transIDs: transBPD, transschizophrenia, transjealousyandere, transmurderer, transprogrammer, transcannibal

paras: MAP (specifically 13-16 range), assassinphilia (attraction to murder/severe injury), autoassassinphilia (attraction to the image of yourself being murdered/severely injured), necrophilia (attraction to dead bodies), spectrophilia (attraction to ghosts)

MUDS: Possessive Attachment Disorder, Anthropophagic Compulsion Disorder (the compulsion to consume human flesh)

fact: will harm anyone who gets close to it's love, and frequently harm her love

HEADMATE #2

names: Viktor Reznov, Виктор Резнов

age/age range: [redacted] age (a being who's name is long forgotten, or who's age is beyond human comprehension)

pronouns: it/bitch/shoot

gender identity: apangender (someone who's gender connects to both none and all genders at once)

species: human

sexuality: lesboy, hypersexual

ethnicity: Soviet Russian

role: physical protector

cisIDs: Russian, PTSD, brown hair, dead

transIDs: transressurected, transhypersexual, transprogrammed, transcoldblooded, transraped, transseverity (more specifically wishes to have been killed in a more brutal way), transseveritytrauma (wishes it's trauma was more severe)

paras: autoassassinphilia, rapephilia/rapesexual, robophilia

mental/physical condition: [redacted]

personality: brutal, cold-blooded, cannibalistic

source: Call Of Duty

MUDS: Violence Based Mind Disorder, Apathetic Personality Disorder (APD), Glitching Mind Disorder (GMID)

HEADMATE #3

names: Alexi / Алексей

age: agefluidflux

pronouns: no pronouns

gender identity: goregender

species: human

sexuality: rapesexual, abrosexual

ethnicity: Soviet Russian

role: system gatekeeper

cisIDs: Russian, Soldier, dead, John Doe (not much is known)

transIDs: transtraumatized, transraped, transabused, transabuser, transharmful, transprogrammer, transprogrammed, transpagan, transwitch, transsatanist, polyreligion, transalive

HEADMATE #4

names: Bonehound

age: ageless

pronouns: it/crush/feral/burn/destroy

gender identity: agender

species: shapeshifter (can appear as any animal, but something about it will always look off. it can also communicate in English, but has a very rough voice, as though always affected by a cold)

sexuality: hypersexual, pansexual

ethnicity: N/A

role: urge holder + creature/non-human

cisIDs: non human, shapeshifter, feral, identity fluid

transIDs: transprogrammed headmate(a headmate who believes they should have a specific program implemented into them), severitprogrammed (an identity in which one was previously programmed weakly or partially, and is now fully and strongly programmed), trans RAMCOA (a person who believes they should have gone through ritual abuse and/or mind control), transbetaprogram (a person who believes they are supposed to be beta programmed), transexistence (they didn't exist, and believe they should), permadissociated (they believe they are supposed to be permanently dissociated), permadisconnect (permanently disconnected from reality)

paras: zoophila (towards humans

MUDS: none

(pictures show various forms it may choose to take)

hope they are sufficient and you like them!!

(headmates were designed by Man'Bug)

:D

[ask-emilz-de-philz]

HALLO POOOOOO AAAAHHHH!!! (Not a question:'>) I just wanna share hehe. I've been following you in fb since last year. I'm bad at remembering names kaya nung naging busy ako sa finals, nakalimutan ko name ng page nyo 😭 I was also confused bakit di ko na makita sa newsfeed ko ang almost daily post mo. I was so saddened and I had a friend who says na noon pa rin nag-follow sayo and you guys were friends. Nahihiya ako magtanong sa kanya kaya ayun, I was left wondering for almost 8 months before I remembered I followed you here HAHHAHAHAHA ayun lang, TAKE CARE POOOOO

((Yan ang problema ko sa Fb since 19-forgotten actually, andaming di makakita ng mga posts ko lately compared to before. Kahit na daw mag activate ng ''See First''. It's pretty common with old pages (2012 pa kasi yung page e HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH mygad)

Ang lala talaga. Gusto kasi nila na magbayad Na kami para ma promote right in your feeds to the max yung mga posts namen e ang mahal kaya mag maintain ng bayad ng advertisement. Free lang ang mga posts ko no , fb talaga e 😭😭😭😭😭

Sabi nila possibly nag shadowban(?) Im not sure sa term?) ang fb mismo on some of you on reasons idk??, i heard from others tho that it's possible coz either you so what I've been doing is manually checking your names if mag appear ba o hindi sa followers list.

Paki-PM nalang po or send another anon message here your fb. I won't post your name no worries!! but I'll try to seek help and check if di ba rin kita makikita or something sa page.

I noticed din na parang super bumaba ang mga interactions ng mga people this year compared to last sept to dec 2023. makikita kasi sa stats sa page sa side namin po ;m; parang nawala yung mga tao, nag ala- poof! 😭😭😭

Pero yes, if you have another account or ask help from your friend to kindly inform me via pm in the page or send an ask here of your fb that's affected so we can look for solutions together (char!) I'll try to do what I can 😭😭😭😭!! ))