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Lana Del Rey Album Songs Ranking (Remade)

It’s been a few years since I ranked all of Lana’s (album) songs so I wanted to do it again. This is all my OPINION, which I’m sure some people might disagree with, but you don’t have to agree with it. This is also a very long post.

Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood

This cover song is just a little too drab and uninteresting to me, and I never listen to it. After the brilliant, sprawling, sexy, heart-breaking tracks on Honeymoon, this feels like a tacked-on track just to plump up the album. It feels simply like a cover.

For Free

Though this is a well-made song, with three brilliant women owning the track, it again just feels like a cover. It fits in well with Chemtrails, but by the time I get to this song I’ve had my fill.

Breaking Up Slowly

It just feels repetitive and simple, something only to have on in the background while my attention is diverted. It’s a good song and a nice attempt at bringing Lana’s country music in, but it does little to keep me interested.

God Knows I Tried

This song is filler. Jammed between the jazzy softness of Terrence Loves You and the pop favourite High By The Beach, this track just feels like it was sort of shoved in. It doesn’t even feel completely right on Honeymoon, instead a throwaway song that bridges Ultraviolence and Honeymoon whilst not fitting in with either album.

Though perfect for the credits of a Hollywood movie, 24 has plenty of flair but nothing of substance. The lyrics aren’t as imaginative as most of Lana’s music and I’m not surprised this song found itself near the end of the album.

Lucky Ones

Personally, this song irritates me. It's sickly in its lyrics, sugary in the romance and classic Lana tropes of dangerous men and Lana starstruck by them no matter if they’re ‘careless cons and crazy liars’. The little flair of the verses and the overtly sweet chorus really irks me, especially following the brilliance that is Lana’s first ‘Del Rey’ album.

Coachella

It is a rushed track, sounding completely unfinished and hurried with an unconvincing track beat. Polished, it would be brilliant – but it sounds like Lana thought of the song (which sounds promising in the video where she sits in the forest and sings) and had to force it to ‘fit in’ with the trap-pop tracks on Lust For Life. The lyrics are thoughtful, if not cliché, but it could have been done better.

This Is What Makes Us Girls

It just doesn’t appeal to me. Maybe because I can’t connect to the lyrics in any way, I just don’t feel anything when I hear this song and choose to skip it. That being said, the demos are pretty fun.

God Bless America

As much as it’s a song honouring women during a period of time when feminism was being shaken, it doesn’t quite feel like Lana’s heart is in it. The patriotism is uneasy considering she was removing herself from the American flag and its associations, and the anthemic feel never lifts. It’s a sweet song, but never goes deeper than surface level.

Religion

Though fairly sexy and haunting – her unshaken faith to her man, her drawling voice – this delicate track is too simple and sombre for me to get completely into it. I always want to skip and get to my favourites.

In My Feelings

It’s great Lana has a bad-girl, bad-bitch, fuck-you pop track but this, like Coachella, feels unfinished. It has the vibe of work in progress, and the vocals are still messy (surely intentionally, though it doesn’t always come across that way) as well as trying slightly too hard. It doesn’t compare to Fucked My Way Up To The Top.

Beautiful People Beautiful Problems

The verses don’t match up to the choruses and I feel nothing – not empowered or emotional – when listening to this song, but it is a beautiful duet between Lana and Stevie. Their voices really are divine together and though I don’t listen to this song much, the demos are even better.

Change

Mostly because it freaks me out, this is a song I don’t often listen to. With a basic structure yet long, meandering lyrics, Lana broods over the state of America at the time, which can make for depressive listening. Though it’s a pretty enough song, it’s seriousness is too much to bear sometimes.

Blue Velvet

Sometimes too slow, Blue Velvet doesn’t inspire multiple listens in me, but it is a gorgeous cover and absolutely a showcase of Lana’s vocals.

Diet Mountain Dew

A cheeky little track that won many over, it still is hard for me to fully get into it. However, it ages like fine wine and is a wonderful step into the Lizzy Grant unreleased tracks (especially with the many, sometimes even better demos).

Burning Desire

It’s a messy song, with Lana’s vocals shaky and the instrumental not quite up to scratch, but this song is certainly a guilty pleasure and great for getting into the sexy mood. The car metaphors are a bit much, especially considering it’s for a car advert, but if you get past that it’s a song to add to your freaky playlist.

Money Power Glory

As powerful and dark as this song is, with incredible instrumentals and Lana at her most dynamic, I barely remember the lyrics of the verses, instead waiting for the rich choruses.

Swan Song

A gentle track that has a lot of untapped power behind it, this is a quiet stormer of a song that has a lot of heart and grace. It may be a filler track, but it is definitely better than some.

Bartender

Even more gentle is the confessional, piano-led Bartender, which is a sweet little love song stripped back much like Lana’s simple romance where she sneaks out to see her lover. The main (and probably ridiculous) thing that keeps me from falling in love with this song more – though I’m already pretty amazed by it – is the very quiet sound of feedback that comes and goes, a fuzzy noise that is very subtle but distracting enough for me.

The Next Best American Record

This song would be higher if it was Architecture – the gorgeous, well-thought stunner that wowed us all when it was leaked. The lyrics are less fractured relationship and more wishy washy, wiping away the gritty sadness that made Architecture so beloved (at least to me). Now it’s been made ‘happier’, it’s hard to tell what the song is – is Lana happy with her lover or is she sad like in the unreleased version? Is this a break up song or a celebration of the romance? What does it mean now that it is both of them that are obsessed with writing? It’s something for me to certainly explore more, but it is paled in comparison to the original.

When The World Was At War

This track grew on me, with the hidden lyrics, fun vocals and hopeful message. Lana knows how to make a song that lifts your mood and this is certainly one of them.

Guns and Roses

I used to despise this song – finding it boring and dull. However, after giving it a listen years later, it is in fact a beautiful song with a gritty feel that is perfect for Ultraviolence. It fits in perfectly with the album and the extended tracks, and though it isn’t the strongest lyrically, the vocals and dreamy feel is thrilling.

Lolita

I choose to listen to this song without the underage character – or romantic connotations of her – in mind, instead seeing this song as a grown woman trying to charm an older man. However, as I have grown older – and read (and loved) the book several times more – I feel more inclined to distance myself from this song. It’s a fun, perky pop track but it definitely feels dated.

Dance Till We Die

Lana sings of her connection to other famous female singers and her daughter’s chosen name, making this a very personal pop song that also reminds of When The World Was At War for its hopeful and ultimately positive edge. It is a little slow but incredible touching, and the bridge is so kickass you can’t help but dance along.

Not All Who Wander Are Lost

This is a very sweet little song that again showcases the more positive side of Lana’s music, rather than the heartbroken and distressed women she tends to play. Though it is a filler song it’s a very pretty one and so catchy.

Wild At Heart

Wild At Heart is similar to Not All Who Wander Are Lost in that it’s a departure from a tragic femme fatale, instead a love song that also mimics Swan Song in that she considers leaving fame for her lover. What makes it even better is how Lana samples How To Disappear, a much sadder track, and twists it into something happy with this ultimately more upbeat album.

Radio

Like Diet Mountain Dew, Radio is another perky tune that is more than just a catchy filler. It’s a little bit sassy and has an edge to it (with the expletives and how her life is sweet not like sugar but cinnamon) that keeps it from being too frothy. Speaking of Lana’s newfound fame, it’s a nice break from the love ballads and tragedies peppered throughout Born To Die.

Without You

Shockingly dramatic, Without You is the ultimate symbol of Lana’s older music – a woman who could only feel happy unless her man was in her life. She has definitely moved on for the most part from wailing her demise at losing her lover but Without You is still glamorous, catchy and perfect to singalong to.

The Other Woman

This is one of Lana’s best covers – Nina Simone’s song about being the other woman and how it is in fact lonely and heart-breaking. Lana makes the song her own, her vocals stunning and lo-fi with instrumentals that are perfect for Ultraviolence.

How To Disappear

I feel that the live version of How To Disappear, where she sung it on stage before it was released with its real instrumental, is the superior version. It’s stripped back and tender enough to feel the emotion thoroughly, but the album version doesn’t disappoint. It’s one of many great tracks from (what I think is) her best album, and has a great story within it.

Fucked My Way Up To The Top

Lana’s satirical, sexy and stirring Fucked My Way Up To The Top was just tongue-in-cheek enough to keep from being too much of a cliché. Perhaps based on her real experiences but definitely a fuck-you to anyone who critiques her for owning her sexuality, it’s a little bit controversial but an incredible song.

Tomorrow Never Came

This song, which is a gorgeous duet with Sean Ono Lennon and a nice nod to 20th century music, subverts expectations that it is a sad song by in fact including a happy ending. I love how it can make you cry with both sadness and happiness, and tells a sweet story that paints pictures of parks and country houses.

Yosemite

The long-awaited Yosemite didn’t disappoint, and though it took a while to grow on me it became a classic and somehow familiar track. It’s impossible to not sing or dance to it and wouldn’t be out of place in Lust For Life.

Hope Is A Dangerous Thing

It’s quite slow – the Change/24/Old Money of Norman Fucking Rockwell – but it is clearly a personal and well-thought song that references Lana’s great inspiration Sylvia Plath. Lana’s deft at getting her thoughts out in song and I think though it’s not a song I often listen to, it is beautiful.

Honeymoon

The sweeping violins, dramatic vocals and the dangerous undercurrent makes Honeymoon crackle with electricity. It’s an amazing introduction to an album that once again has dangerous men, bad girls who get hurt but are strong again and amazing instrumentals. Though it’s not the best song from the album, it sets the tone perfectly.

Million Dollar Man

Like Without You, it’s another song of complete devastation, which Lana has grown from in her music. Million Dollar Man shows some great vocals and lyrics, and gets the emotion out perfectly whilst honouring the music that inspired her.

Old Money

The verses are pretty enough but they don’t catch my attention the way the choruses do. The slow, steady song took a long time for me to really appreciate but it’s impossible not to feel some kind of emotion when Lana lets her lover know she will be with them whenever they need her.

Sad Girl

Like The Other Woman, Sad Girl shows how being the other woman has it’s downfalls but appreciates the sexy, exciting side of it – how alluring her man is and how much of a bad bitch she may be. Once again, it’s a pure Ultraviolence song that shows Lana’s vocals and music in the best way whilst showcasing the classic caricature of the femme fatale.

Dark Paradise

Strangely upbeat for such a sad song, Dark Paradise is great to dance to but also something that makes you want to cry. Lana’s vocalisations and dramatic lyrics don’t quite compare to some of her other songs but Dark Paradise is iconic.

Summertime Sadness

The slow-burn, emotional gut punch that is Summertime Sadness is always a classic and one of Lana’s best. Though it is far from my personal favourite it is absolutely an outstanding song and the perfect example of Lana’s most well-made and well-delivered songs.

Gods and Monsters

The strained Gods and Monsters is a great tale about the evil side of fame, which Lana never quite delves too deeply into but gives a metaphorical and mildly personal nod to. Gods and Monsters is one of those songs that has you singing along and feeling strong.

Carmen

Carmen is a beautiful, sad story that feels rich and luxurious despite its harrowing lyrics of an alcoholic star. The French bridge adds to the decadence and it feels like a dirty alcohol bottle wrapped in silk, from the tentative verses to the unnerving chorus.

Born To Die

One of Lana’s original pop chart tracks, this is a song that never grows old. It’s one of the blueprints of the Lana Del Rey era and deftly shows her vocals whilst setting the tone for the pessimistic, romantic star in the early 2010s.

Salvatore

Opening with laughing – or crying – Salvatore has an eerie feel to it, though it is completely erotic in feel (enough to ignore some of the simpler lyrics). It is a song that feels dreamy, much like the rest of Honeymoon, but passionate and reminding of some of her older music (from the vocals in the bridge that have a Lolita/Fucked My Way Up To The Top feel to them to the continued trope of bad boys and glamour).

Flipside

Dirty, gritty and quite contained, Flipside is a song that I wished had more attention. It’s not her most imaginative song but there’s something about it, from the gloomy guitars to the hushed vocals, that have me wanting to sing it over and over. It also is one of her great fuck-off songs, as sympathetic as it is resilient.

Doin’ Time

Lana really turns this song into her own with the summery instrumentals and the pop edge she is so good at. It’s surprisingly one of her best covers and a fresh-feeling track that isn’t bogged down by emotion or maudlin music.

Lust For Life

Breathless and oh-so-romantic, Lust For Life is one of those songs that was perfect for the charts, and a key piece in Lana’s turn into becoming more positive. However, as fun and lovely as this song is, the demos are a whole other ball game. A little more ethereal, they fit Lana much more perfectly and it’s sad she dismissed the witchy feel for a song that is brilliant but generic.

Love

One of Lana’s warmest and most refreshing songs, she looks at love with fondness and dedicates this track to her ‘kids’. She knows her fans well and to make a song that references them (much like Happiness Is A Butterfly’s nod to her ‘babies’) makes this song all the more pleasant.

The Greatest

Lana’s vocals are put to good use in this intimately-written song. She speaks her mind in her reminiscence of the past and the worries for the future, all with a storming chorus that is certainly one of her best.

Love Song

Tender and almost tentative, Love Song is one of those tracks that is romantic through-and-through. It’s stripped back enough to feel like it really is a private song for only her lover’s ears, just as confessional as Cinnamon Girl and Bartender.

White Mustang

Short but sweet, this song has all the makings of a Lana Del Rey song, harking back to the Born To Die days with her imagery and fallen love affair, but it is spiky enough to be part of her later music where she starts giving less shits. The whistling and race cars are a nice touch, displaying her play on words snugly.

Dark But Just A Game

Sort of jazzy, Dark But Just A Game is ever-shifting and never quite settles on a particular sound. It’s cohesive, however, and clearly states what Lana is thinking in a way that works with the rest of Chemtrails. It’s pretty sexy as well, which doesn’t hurt the enjoyability factor.

High By The Beach

The wooziness, the carelessness and the growth from a woman begging to be put in a movie to a woman who is able to do as she pleases. Lana stumbles and swears through the song but knows exactly what she wants – and it isn’t disappointing men or stalking paparazzi.

Let Me Love You Like A Woman

Some may think it much slower and more boring than a lot of her tracks, but I think it’s a tidy, sweet track. Lana plainly states her love, urges her man to run away with her and lets her emotions (and voice) do the talking.

Summer Bummer

Lana is as restless as a hot summer in this song and it works. Her brisk-paced yet soft-voiced lyrics and gorgeous imagery gets my pulse racing, and ASAP Rocky’s verse works well for it. Though it would have been interesting to get a full, solo Summer Bummer, Rocky adds an edge to this song and compliments his ‘lover’ well.

Groupie Love

Much more flowery and wide-eyed, Groupie Love is like a contradiction. Lana’s passionate dalliance with Rocky’s god-like star opposes the relationship in Summer Bummer (uncertain) but both are just as secret. Groupie Love has the edge of being ultra-dreamy and demonstrating pure love – and lust – without the messiness.

American

It’s a filler track that has potential for much more. It’s an adorable song, almost cautious in its lead-up to the satisfying chorus, and is filled with Lana tropes galore. Following Lana’s stressed Ride and coming before the darkly sensual Cola, American is a breath of fresh air.

National Anthem

What an anthem it is. It’s simply provocative and one of her most classic tracks. Mixing love, money and fame together with a bit of sex thrown in, National Anthem is precisely what Lana’s America seems to be.

Is This Happiness?

It’s muted, mournful and resentful, questioning a relationship that Lana wants to keep but at the same time doesn’t. This is one of Lana’s best sad songs, tearful as it is still adoring beneath the exasperation.

Art Deco

Art Deco is purely dreamy, a song to bathe in. The lyrics are a little bit simple but Lana’s vocals and the flowing, aquatic music is the perfect hook.

Terrence Loves You

Lana’s jazzy song is delicate, letting only her voice and the saxophone dominate. With references to David Bowie, Lana pines for someone who hurt her badly, but she soothes herself with music the way plenty of her fans do when listening to her records.

White Dress

The vocals were a surprise at first – high, strained whispers – but they definitely grew on me. Painting a picture of young Lana loving life and dreaming of bigger things, it’s nostalgic in lyrics but also reminds of some of Lana’s old work – her unreleased tracks where she would serve coke and fries.

Chemtrails

It gets better as it goes on, growing and twisting from a song to sunbathe to into a restless, darkening track. It has the best vibe for an idealised world with something a bit off, and the imagery of pools, jewels and schools grounds Lana into a (very, very rich) normality rather than the glamorous star she always liked to portray.

13 Beaches

Opening with a quote from Carnival of Souls, Lana takes High By The Beach to the next level. She goes from sticking her middle finger up to the paparazzi to simply wishing she would be allowed to live her life without them hounding her. It’s a matured approach that uses sound interestingly, with beeps and whines adding a strange texture to the song.

Cola

The controversial line was intended as humour, but strangely it works. Even if Cola is satire like Fucked My Way Up To The Top, Lana owns the ‘other woman’, the patriotic singer, the sexy and unashamed woman who says what she thinks without caring of the consequences. It’s an iconic song, even if you have to turn the volume down to not offend.

Black Beauty

The unreleased version is ten times more emotive, with its stripped back and lonesome feel, but the album version is just as good. The ultimately loving but unhappy lyrics are full of stunning imagery, and this is a song that would have been perfect with a music video.

Body Electric

Blasphemous as much as it honours icons, Lana sinfully owns Body Electric. The bridge is a bit out of place but Lana’s eyebrow-raising approach to religion and sexuality is genius.

Off To The Races

The best demonstration of Lana’s vocals, Lana plays the glam girl without a care just as well as the Lolita-type, needy lover in this ode to money and her man. The soaring bridge is stunning, and the swirling violins add an air of Hollywood to it.

Bel Air

Completely overlooked (in my opinion), Bel Air is an apologetic song of redemption, a shining and honest track that is as touching as much as it is hazy and tranquil. With soft piano and the sound of children opening and closing the song respectively, it’s set apart from Paradise with a pureness that Lana pulls off well.

Ultraviolence

Controversial at the time and still controversial now, Ultraviolence is about being weak, about giving in to love no matter how toxic. I don’t entirely support the lyrics but it’s a stunning song, lo-fi enough to feel uneasy and haunting. When you shut off from the lyrics, you get a simply beautiful track.

Pretty When You Cry

Lana’s imperfect, close-to-tears vocals are wonderful in this song, and she really lets her emotion shine through. The pained guitar and Lana’s increasingly distressed singing are enough to get you feeling exactly as she does.

Florida Kilos

Fun. Fresh. Freeing. Lana’s ode to drugs is simply something to dance to and sing, and she somehow manages to get the sunny feeling across even with the Ulraviolence-esque grunginess. It’s one of my favourite songs of Lana’s because it’s just so happy, which is a nice departure from some of her heavier tracks.

Cherry

Many people’s favourite – Cherry. It was my favourite of Lana’s for a long time, dripping with sex appeal and sadness but with a cute dance to compliment it. It had all the right stuff wrapped up in a tidy, compact box and the imagery is lush. I still love this song but since then we’ve had the ‘Cherries’ of her next few albums, Cinnamon Girl and Tulsa Jesus Freak. Like these, Cherry was a song that seemed set apart from the rest of the album and was a novel take on her typical music.

California

Simply for It's meaningful, raw lyrics – promising to be there as soon as he wants her, much like in Old Money – California is a sun-soaked dream with a very honest approach. Lana isn’t completely devastated, or begging for her lover to return. She is sad but realistic, and only wants the best for him. It’s beautiful and sad with a crazily addictive chorus.

West Coast

The shift from fast-paced, grungey, whispered verses to sprawling, drawling choruses – complete with weirdly sexy beeps towards the end of the song – shook us all, and it’s one of Lana’s most interesting songs. Lana honours the West Coast but also her man, in love with the music scene as much as she is with him.

Shades of Cool

The snide verses. The gradually growing music. The guitars. The explosive chorus. The nuclear bridge. The absolutely perfect timing and pacing. Shades of Cool is flawless, another Sad Girl but with much more power, emotion and music.

The Blackest Day

The Blackest Day needs more attention. Cold in places, almost lost, but then wounded in the chorus, The Blackest Day rolls with the emotions and is the kind of song that makes you want to fall apart and sob. Which is good, in a way, as it shows how brilliantly Lana conveys emotion.

Freak

Cult-like and haunting, this is the sexy predecessor of California. Lana swoons and tempts in this track, from her harmonising to her pouting “take it to the back if you really wanna talk” - not to mention the rest of the song in its entirely, all elements married together to create the perfect seductive track.

Music To Watch Boys To

Like Art Deco, Music To Watch Boys To is fairly aquatic and dreamy. Like Freak, it has that cult vibe (the chanting of the bridge). However, this song is perfectly its own, from the mix-up of vocal styles to the shifting tone (sad to smug to obsessively in love).

Norman Fucking Rockwell

What an opener. Norman Fucking Rockwell lets the actual singing and lyrics do the talking, the instrumentals pushed back enough to let Lana’s gut-punching first line (“God damn, man child, you fucked me so good that I almost said I love you”) and her blue yet annoyed insults to her Norman Rockwell do the talking.

Mariner’s Apartment Complex

It’s a song for yourself and for the people you love. Lana is strong enough to take care of herself, to be her own guidance – and to take on her lover’s problems too. It’s an empowering song, so distant from a lot of her discography, and I adore the nautical references and the hopeful message.

Brooklyn Baby

Satire again, but it still works. Lana plays a (fairly cringey) and somewhat self-absorbed, over-confident singer who is too cool for her own boyfriend, but she does it well. From saying how she wished people didn’t judge her, to the freedom the seventies gives her, to the warm guitars and upbeat tone, to the backup vocals of Seth Kaufman, Brooklyn Baby is a song to remember for all the right reasons.

Ride

Ride is one of Lana’s best, if not the best. With her devotion to America and her open thoughts about needing other people to make her feel good and happy, Lana knocks it out of the park with the superb step up from Born To Die.

Video Games

Video Games is just beautiful, plain and simple. Lana’s low voice, telling a flowing story of the simplicities of true love, are removed from her ‘famous singer’ image she constantly tried to portray and instead open up to the heart of what she has always sung about: love and its many forms, good or bad.

Get Free

The new take on Ride was a pleasant surprise. From changing the lyrics to show she wants to move on and be happy to (silently) name-dropping her influences, Lana’s manifesto was a personal song that we could all resonate with. The outro of the beach was the perfect closer to Lust For Life, and Get Free summarised the album which took her from sad girl to someone who could let herself move on.

Heroin

Heroin is no doubt one of her best. It’s tense and dark, referencing Manson and (allegedly) a friend she lost years ago. Lana lets herself dive into her worst thoughts headfirst, not so much dreamy as it is nightmarish, but still comes out the other side dreaming of marzipan and ready to move on.

Tulsa Jesus Freak

The third of the ‘Cherries’, Tulsa Jesus Freak goes straight to a happy place. Where Cherry was angry and Cinnamon Girl was cautious, this track dives into being comfortable with her man. It was just as passionate as the other two songs but about religion, sex and self-satisfaction.

Blue Jeans

Plucking guitars, crying violins and Lana weaving a tale about a gangsta who left her, without explanation, and the hurt that follows. Similarly tied to Dark Paradise, Blue Jeans is the next level of that, her tough-girl spoken verses dismissed as the choruses open up and she pours her heart out.

Cruel World

Lana is on top-form on this song, furious, maddened, sad, taunting – she hits every emotion with style. Lana grows more and more unstable as the song goes on, invoking images of a woman scorned and no longer taking that shit, but she still has a fragility about her as she comes undone that is tied directly to her Ultraviolence era.

Happiness Is A Butterfly

This song goes through many stages. She is unsure, not knowing how her lover feels. She is optimistic, elated as she tries to capture the butterfly. She is dismissive, no longer caring if she might get hurt – she loves too much. She is pissed off, sick of being treated badly. She gives in, simply wanting to dance and just be happy. The flow of this song is constant, a little messy, but it has the beautiful message pinned to it: to keep trying to be happy and do what you love.

Fuck It I Love You

I love the music video version more than the album version, the latter being more stripped back. Fuck It I Love You just gives in to emotion, acknowledging Lana is hurt, her lover is hurt, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t love him. She simply lets that feeling take over.

Cinnamon Girl

Cinnamon Girl touched me like no other Lana song has. Where Cherry was a mixture of emotions, good and bad, angry and loving, devastated and thrilled, Cinnamon Girl was about cautious optimism. Lana urges her lover to give in, and she knows – smiling as she sings it – she wins.

Venice Bitch

Venice Bitch just has that soothing, unhindered feel to it – and not just from the nine minutes of pure music and vibe. Lana dedicates this song to the kind of love that is just wholesome and homely, all whilst touching on her insanity, her ever-lasting love for America and the modern world (her live streams). It feels nostalgic yet contemporary, and adding the “fucks” and “bitch[es]” helps keep this song from being to sugary sweet but instead what it is – an honest love song rooted in the idealised and the realistic.

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lilaacstars · 3 years ago

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i will go to you like the first snow.

iii. i liked it so much,

watching over you,

my heart fluttering.

ao3.

They fell into a routine rather easily, and while it was an understatement after the reveal that they wanted to spend most of their time together, they didn’t know how much time they would actually be around each other.

With university, jobs and other responsibilities, their schedules were usually packed, and yet they always found time to spend with one another.

Marinette had stayed that first night, and then one night became two, two became three and so on. Now she is practically the owner of the left side of his hotel bed.

She is there more than she is at her own house. It is closer to her university, and it’s not so far from her part time job, it’s only convenient, and of course, Adrien and her get time together, alone.

Not that she doesn’t enjoy her parents’ presence, but sometimes it is just nice to lie on bed and cuddle, without anyone interrupting. Like they’re doing right now.

Adrien is hugging her, his head resting on her stomach as they lie on bed watching a documentary Marinette needs to write an essay on for one of her classes.

She is writing her notes on paper with her free hand, since she’s too busy running her fingers through his blonde locks to use her laptop. It would be faster, she wouldn’t need to pause or rewind if she did it that way, but she doesn’t want to stop touching him.

“How long until it’s done?” Adrien whispers, lips pressed against her thin blouse, making her vibrate.

She gulps, both because of the surprise and the sweet sensation of having him so close to her skin.

“Half an hour I think,” She answers and takes the remote to check again, “Yes, twenty eight minutes to be exact. Why? Are you that bored?”

“I’ve already told you, I don’t get bored when I’m with you,” Adrien lifts his face and gives her a sleepy smile, “I just had an idea.”

“What kind of idea? I don’t know if I should trust every rampage that crosses your brain,” She giggles.

He laughs with her and nuzzles against her stomach.

The tension inside her body grows, but it's not the unpleasant kind.

“I just want to go around the block, or go to the park. I feel trapped being here all the time.”

Marinette looks down. The missing smile on his face says it all.

“I can pause it,” Marinette does as she says, “It’s due on Friday so I still have time.” “No, no, finish it. I didn’t mean to interrupt.” “You don’t interrupt. I was getting bored anyway.”

The truth is that she is extremely invested in the documentary but she will have many opportunities to watch whatever she wants in the future and the emotions will be the same, unlike being with Adrien. The butterflies, the tension, the fresh feelings blooming underneath her skin… that will soon disappear.

She has to make the most out of the time she has, take every chance she gets to have a wonderful moment with him, to fill her mind and his heart with beautiful experiences that will wrap their hearts and make their bond stronger.

“Is it too late to go for ice cream?” She asks, closing the notebook and placing it in the nightstand with the rest of her supplies.

“I don’t think so. We can find a mini market somewhere close.”

“When have you ever gone to a mini market?” She laughs.

“I don’t have to go to one to know they exist, don’t patronize me, my lady.”

“I would never,” She laughs and pushes him aside, to stand out of bed.

Five minutes later, they are going out of the hotel, holding hands as they walk through the lines of rose buds.

The next morning, Marinette wakes up in her room. The bed feels cold and she feels restless.

Her parents had begged for her to come home. As much as they like Adrien, they seem worried about the quick change and development in their relationship, especially when Marinette assures them they’re just friends.

She rubs under her eyes and jumps down to go take a shower. Today is one of those days in which she needs to go to the coffeeshop first thing in the morning.

To increase her mood, Marinette takes her phone and scrolls through her music, finding the folder with playlists that Adrien has made for her.

He started by making her one with piano pieces that she could use as inspiration or background music while she is doing projects, and then escalated to make playlists with different moods for every occasion she could imagine.

She chooses a happy one and sings and dances around with the cheery popish sounds in the background, almost falling in the shower once and then on her way out. The lyrics are one of her favourite parts of the playlists he has made.

Because while songs do serve a purpose with their melodies and fresh sounds, Adrien has put a thousand romantic songs in each playlist he’s made.

Very deep inside she hopes this is not only because he likes these songs, but a way that Adrien is using to tell her how he feels about her.

Marinette stops and smacks her cheeks in front of her mirror.

“Marinette,” Tikki calls her name and pops beside her, “Be more gentle to yourself.” “I’m sorry,” She says, taking a brush of her vanity to forget about her selfish thoughts.

She brushes her hair softly, looking at her reflection as she hears the voice of the singer scream how in love she is.

Suddenly, she is not happy and bubbly anymore, all the pain has decanted and now she can actually feel it, the fake happiness doesn’t distract her anymore.

A tear rolls down her cheek against her will.

“Why won’t you tell him?” Tikki asks.

“You know why,” Marinette says in a low voice.

“It would be easier for you to just tell him the truth.” “I don’t want it to ruin what we have. I want to remember these moments by what they are-

“But you won’t.”

Marinette drops the brush against her vanity and stands up. Her steps are heavy against the floor and she walks away, to the other side of the room.

“Marinette,” Tikki comes quickly, not giving her a second to herself.

“I need to go to work,” She stands up to pick up her hair drier.

“This is hard for me too,” She whipsers, following her, “But I know, and it gives me time to prepare, I know goodbye is coming.”

“I know him,” She turns around and frowns at her kwami, “He’s already going through the trauma associated with his father, I won’t give him another thing to sulk about… not yet at least.”

“You have a deadline, Marinette. Do you think he’ll get over this sadness before that? I don’t think so.”

No he wouldn’t. It is something that will always sit heavy on his heart.

“It's recent, and I’m making him happy. I won’t let my presence be a timebomb.”

“You’ll explode nonetheless.”

#ml fic #adrienette #miraculous ladybug

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sebasticn · 4 years ago

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hi guys i’m late as always because i was cleaning but hi!!! i’m fiona, from the pst timezone, n sebastian here is my troublesome child ... i’ve had him for a while but haven’t been able to develop him as much as i’ve wanted to so i’m super excited to do so here!!

[ douglas booth + cismale + he/him ] —— have you met sebastian vanzin? they are a twenty-three year old senior currently studying music composition. they live on farrow house, and word around campus is that this gemini is audacious + charming, as well as rebellious + egocentric. i wonder if they’ll make it out alive. scattered music compositions, pouring a bottle of wine over his head, and snickering behind other’s backs.

HIS BACKGROUND

here’s another little prodigy hoe with family issues into the mix... queue the theme song of succession to play

he comes from a big family, his parents weren’t necessarily looking to raise children or have a family, more so create kids that could one day be of some use to them

he is the oldest kid but literally.... lacks the most responsibility and was not always ‘present’ so to say as the role model of the family.. literally told his younger siblings that their parents don’t love them lmfao

their family life is pretty rigid, parents never said they loved them as kids or that they were proud of them, because it was never good enough for them and they had the most unrealistic expectations for their kids

his parents discouraged his interest in music and pushed him towards fencing and sword fighting so he spent hours upon hours fighting and perfecting it until he started performing in matches etc

he eventually started writing and composing music, he started taking violin. cello, and piano classes with money saved up secretly behind his parents back and met an amazing teacher that taught him everything he knows now this teacher ended up trying to utilize his talents and potential to exploit him for his own good n when seb found that out he felt betrayed and left, accused him of using him and fell into a pit of self pity and teenage angst that everyone around him wanted to benefit off of him in some way

nothing changed and he went back to sword fighting and piano lessons to the point where his parents just harbored it as eat, sleep, practice, repeat.. he didn’t see his siblings as much as he wanted and this caused a lot of pent up rage and anger towards a lot of people and himself

he got so frustrated during points of his life of feeling trapped and desiring grander things that he started acting out a LOT. he crashed his parents nice ass car when he stole it one night, started sleeping around and essentially ghosting a lot of girls bc he just needed a stress relief! and he didn’t know that if you took a girl’s virginity.. she might call you a lot after!

started drinking etc and eventually got into trouble way too much in high school he got into a fight w somebody when they provoked him (we love a man with no self control or restraint!) and he sent them to the hospital and eventually into a coma where they didn’t make it.. his parents helped him cover it up and they managed it as self defense but the subject is VERY touchy and it haunts him a lot to this day but let’s not talk about trauma or anything let’s get drunk lmao

eventually his parents got annoyed and shipped him off to boarding school and it was his first time into the world without parental supervision or them breathing down his neck so he went.. total riot club ham and got himself into WAAAY too much trouble freshman year

HIS PERSONALITY

he’s a smart ass. acts like he knows more than you. incredibly smug. thinks he’s something special bc he’s talented in different aspects and has a love for the arts

spends a lot of time in the library, kind of gatsby esque in his love for big parties and grand things and gestures. very dionysus-like in a way that he’s indulgent and selfish now.. things came full circle and u can blame his parents for that baby!

an instigator for poor choices and bad ideas. he does stupid shit. he gets bored and wants terror..... queue donna tartt “beauty is terror”

he’s a big family guy.. misses his siblings a lot but always lacked the ability to vocalize his love for them and felt out of place as the eldest child

acts like he’s not a sad boy by distracting himself and drowning himself in dry sarcastic stupid humor when he is in fact a sad boy! think damon salvatore humor at times. maybe even klaus from the umbrella academy

flaunts his money sometimes mostly bc to him money really doesn’t matter despite how shallow he can be sometimes

WANTED CONNECTIONS

fwb, fling!!! something that isn’t serious, just two pals having sex!

a bad influence? somebody he likes to corrupt bc.. finger guns.. that’s his jam! they get into trouble together or he’s always convincing them to do some dumb shitan accomplice!!!!

maybe somebody who knows that he put somebody in a coma and then they passed.. could use it as blackmail against him in some way

he needs friends who will be the ultimate riot club dumbasses and haze other kids and be snooty little posh assholes that wreak havoc and do dumb shit

somebody that he buys drugs from often, they could either not give a fuck about him or maybe sees that he is spiraling into something and is concerned? think maybe fez with rue from euphoria vibes

anyone that hates him.... this is so easy... he’s literally a piece of shit

somebody that he used to train or teach when he was younger? somebody who looked up to him in a way with one of his skills and now knows his personality and is disappointed that they ever looked up to him

#holloway.intro #death tw #drugs tw #alcohol tw #sorry this is long lmao

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mnxxlove · 4 years ago

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POURED DAISIES #2 #1

Pairing: Harry Styles

Prompts:

8; domestic relationship

11; multi chapter

16; just fluff

20; soulmates as friends or lovers

AU; rainy day

Word Count: 2566

Summary: After their date, Harry and Y/n go to his place. He then, decides that it would be a nice moment for him, to show her what he had secretly kept in his phone. He was literally going to show her an unreleased song which was inspired by the two of them. But at the end, he couldn’t make it, such as he desired to.

warnings: 50% fluffiness, 50% angst, a lot of hugging and staring bc I’m a whore for these things.

author’s note: I dedicated some time, and I made a song specifically for this. It is basically based by Girl Crush. I chose the music and tempo of this slowed version from soundcloud. However, I’ve changed the lyrics.

Girl Crush song

From me, to all of you 🦋

not my gif;

Without even waiting for the rain to stop, they picked up all the things that were on the white cloth. Y/n had the basket in one hand while on the other one, was having the camera. Whereas, on the other hand, Harry was only having the parasol and his instrument with him.

“Hey, hey! Wait! Let me help you!” Harry exclaimed, taking his guitar and the parasol, and running after her. But it was too late. Her hair was already wet and her clothes soaked.

Just when Harry placed the parasol under her head, he noticed that even in her eyelashes, there were raindrops. Or at least he hoped those weren’t teardrops… Without saying anything, Y/n helped him out with the parasol, and he left the basket, the camera and his guitar inside. But soon as she expected him to do so, he actually didn’t close it, and so he just accompanied her to the co-pilot seat, him holding the parasol for her to not get wet. Politely, he held the door open for her and once she was in, he closed it. The atmosphere of the inside of the car felt cozy, and way warmer than she ever thought it would. Sighing she started to unbutton her damp cardigan, to then just stay with her thin t-shirt.

Leaving her lips pressed, Y/n lowered her chin to look at it. And as she could, she tried to fold the cardigan. Distracted, she heard how the door next to her suddenly opened. It was him, just sitting down on his seat and passing both his hands by his now wet hair. Harry’s breathing turned calmed once he got in. His warm hands were raised, and his fingers brushed his hair rapidly. He seemed full with energy but still quite off. Leaving her not sure about how he was feeling.

Harry was feeling overwhelmed. His heartbeat was fast and accelerated. He was thrilled yet doubtful. Harry couldn’t wait to get home, and finally show her the song he composed about her. But if he did so, Y/n would finally know what he was feeling for her. Which caused him anxiety.

Before getting his keys in, he turned his head to the left and he saw that she was snuggled on her seat, her shaky arms embracing herself. She was having her face raised, but not too much. Y/n looked at him under her eyelashes, her pupils were dilated and scanning him in curiosity. Harry blinked repeatedly, eyes big and bright. He didn’t even think twice, and so, he took off his dried sweatshirt, to give it up to her. Him staying now in a thin, long sleeve shirt. Her cold hands touched him, and he reacted immediately, clearing his throat. Y/n looked at it, and silently, she just put it on. His perfume collided with hers, and it made her grin, while her eyes looked down. The fabric was soft and as she expected to be, it was looking loose and oversized on her. The long sleeves were hiding her fists, in ways none of her clothes would, and she liked it very much.

“Thank you.” She whispered almost inaudible. Y/n was still feeling cold, so she kept embracing herself. Harry started the car, and so it did the hot embracing heat, which felt welcomed and pleasing. Not expecting it, he grabbed both his hands and rubbed them continuously, not after he then, held Y/n’s hands, and kept them hidden with his own, giving her his warmth. He has always been attentive and caring with her. And she loved those little things he used to do often, for making her feel better…

She stared at him with complete adoration, but he was unaware of her guilty shy eyes. Harry was looking down at his hands keeping hers. He used to miss that a lot, the time he was away. He had missed her, and she had no idea how much… Keeping his breath in, he took his hands closer to him, to then, letting his breath to keep her hands even warmer. He stayed like that for a few minutes, not after he then, pressed a gentle kiss on them.

Harry was so lovable and sweet, sometimes it could make her wonder if he was real, because Y/n has never known anyone, in her entire life, that has ever been like him. He was so many things but the words liar, cruel or selfish weren’t the ones.

The way back to his mother’s house was comfortably silent, they didn’t talk or listen to any kind of music on the radio. Harry drove fast but with caution. His right hand was always placed on the wheel, meanwhile his left hand, on the other way, was being held by both her hands. Y/n couldn’t understand how warm he could still be. Nevertheless, Harry could not understand how she could be having her hands still quite cold in spite of him still holding them, and keeping them warm… When they were passing by his neighbourhood, she left his hand free, so he could park the car, using both his hands. It was still raining, so Harry told her to go straight to the porch and wait for him. But she just followed him, and helped him out instead. Y/n obviously received a bad glare coming from him, but she just scoffed and smiled having her head bowed to a side. When they went straight to the porch, she couldn’t help but to let but to sneeze.

The door got opened once he introduced one of his keys on the lock, and made a few rounds with the help of his wrist.

“Get in, please” He demanded, his voice soft but husky at the same time.

“Mom, we got back.” Harry told, entering after her.

Y/n looked at the place and sighed deeply. It wasn’t new for her, and she recognized every part of the house, as if it was her own. Anne, Harry’s mother knew and loved Y/n, dearly. And even if they weren’t used to calling or talking often, they got closer by the time.

“Alright! ...How was it?” His mom added, getting out of the living room. Once his mother noticed that Y/n was there with him, she smiled happily.

“It’s glad to see you again, sweetheart.” Anne told happily, her arms hugging Y/n.

“It’s nice to see you too.” Y/n answered.

Harry just looked at them, a big smile curving down his lips. He was beholding how the most important persons in his entire life, were hugging themselves, he was definitely going to be looking at them proudly.

“How was it?” Anne asked her, making Y/n to let out a nervous guffaw.

“It was fun.” She affirmed, now staring straight to him. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes sparkled with joy and happiness. And so did his own. A thing, which his mother did notice. But sadly, they didn’t.

“...I’ll let you guys, on your own.” Anne smiled, separating from her, to then, raising her hand and placing it behind his back.

She knew her son, and even if he hadn’t talked with her about his feelings for Y/n, it was practically obvious at this point.

Having a satisfactory smile on her face, his mother left.

In silence, him having held the basket and Y/n her still dumped the cardigan with her, they went upstairs and walked straight towards his room.

Once in, he left the basket on his old studying table. Without telling her anything, she made herself comfortable by sitting on the rotating office chair.

“What should we do? Would you like us to see a movie?” Harry asked her, being quite expected.

But he then saw how her face drastically changed.

“Hey. What 's wrong?” His soothing voice made her close her eyes tightly in irritation. She seemed pissed and Harry didn’t have a solid clue about what it just passed through her thoughts that made her seem extremely disappointed.

“It's just… -I just remembered, that David wanted to have dinner with me. I’m sorry.” Y/n explained, her playing with the end of his sweatshirt’s sleeves.

“It’s fine…” His voice tried to sound normal, and he tried as best as he could to fake it. But even if it sounded convincing, she didn’t believe that it was ok. And so, she sighed, holding now his hand with her own.

“I’m sorry, Harry.” She repeated, getting up from the chair. And facing him. He seemed sad and disappointed. But as much as she didn’t want to leave him, he needed to go and see his friend.

After all, he has been there whenever she needed someone, and David wanted to have dinner with her to talk about a few things. He needed her, and it wasn’t appropriate to cancel on him, although she was still on time to do so.

“We can hang out in a few weeks. If you want to. Is that ok?” She added, a hand raising to place the curl that was getting on his way to his forehead.

Harry, feeling the touch of her fingertips, just closed his eyes to then keep his breath.

“Alright.” Harry hushed, pressing his lips in a thin line. Before she left the room, Y/n stayed on tiptoe to then leave a little kiss on his cheek.

Slowly, she got separated and her hand got released from his own.

It felt terribly bad. The time that he stopped feeling the closeness of her now warmth of her hand and that he saw how she left by his bedroom door. He knew he was lost and defeated. Clenching his jaw, he sat down on the rotated chair, and he turned on and off the shift of his old piano. And after pressing one random key repeatedly he started to play the song that he has been wanting to show her all along.

“I called you one, two times. I hate to admit it but,

I miss you in my arms. But it’s not enough…” His voice was slowed, soft but still deep. His fingers glided over the black and white keys of the piano meanwhile he did the tempo with one of his feet.

“I’ve loved you three, four times. That one time you held me tight… We’ve been too long apart, but that didn’t change the fact… That I’m gonna miss you so bad. I wanna take her hand, such as he did it, but... You’re no longer mine, dear. And you’ll never be mine. You’ll never be mine… And that’s why I cry at midnight. Calling you my life… And you’ll never be mine. Oooh, you’ll never be mine…” He sang, his eyes now staying up closed, while he couldn’t help himself but to feel angry and disappointed. He has been feeling completely bad lately, ever since he decided to leave London to make his new album.

Once he was gone, she started to talk more often with her friends, which wasn’t bad at all, however, by consequence she met a new guy, that kind of helped her to cope better with her own problems. No one knew that a lot of bad things would happen to her, once Harry would leave London. And even if they called and texted each other often, it just wasn’t the same, such as seeing each other and having a real life conversation. And even if David wasn’t half a man Harry is, he was there for her when she needed someone. Harry knew, that she didn’t do anything with David, and that she didn’t have any type of feelings,only compassion and gratitude for being kind with her. But still, he was insecure about it.

Bold of Harry to to believe that she felt something romantically for David, when she has spent months talking with him about how much he missed Harry.

“I’ve been gone for too long… Suddenly everything’s wrong. I don’t remember your eyes.

But I still hope you remember mine.

He’s been holding your hand… But you used to keep my heart. We’ve been too long apart,

but that didn’t change the fact… That I’m gonna miss you so bad. I wanna take her hand, such as he did it, but, you’re no longer mine, dear.

And you’ll never be mine. And you’ll never be mine… And that’s why I cry at midnight.

Calling you my life… And you’ll never be mine.

Oooh, you’ll never be mine...

I’ve loved you every minute. And I will, every hour of my life. But you’ll never be mine.

But you’ll never mine...Never mine.” He continued singing, his heart and soul represented in every word… Harry was hurt, but it wasn’t her fault.

Neither David’s, only his own. He had two months to decide whether he liked to go away or stay in London, and he thought it was best to go so he could finish the album as soon as possible.

He kept gliding his fingers over the keys of the piano, until he then decided to finish it. He heard some footsteps approaching, but he thought it was his mother, and he just ignored it instead of opening his eyes to look up who was there.

Eyes crystal, Y/n looked at him and without thinking, she spoke, making his fingers press the wrong keys. Harry’s eyes were wide-opened and his pupils dilated.

“You really feel like that about me?” She sobbed.

Her eyes were tinted red, such as her cheeks were as well. She seemed completely overwhelmed but so was him. Harry swallowed thickly, to then, standing up from his chair. He didn’t say anything, Harry just cupped her face with his hands, feeling now the tears falling down her face, then, colliding with the skin of his bare hands.

His face expressed sincerity and softness. His eyebrows were furrowed in concern and so it did his green sparkly eyes. Having his lips kept in a thin line, he just decided to scan her face to then, cleaning up her tears with both his thumbs.

“Harry, please. Talk to me.” She sobbed, placing both her hands on his, for him to take them off and hold her hands instead.

Harry just closed his eyes in embarrassment and sighing he nodded his head slightly. Feeling himself too shy to open his eyes, he just closed them even tighter. And not expecting it, she just pressed her lips with his own.

It was surprisingly electric, and it felt better than he could ever imagine. Any of the songs he has written about her, could ever be described as being kissed by her. It was innocent and waited and it feel satisfying knowing she felt the same way. Noticing that, still kissing her, he smiled and embraced her closer to him.

“I have always been yours.” She added, her voice lowered, making it to an end. His foreheads were pressed against one another. Their noses were caressing, their eyes were looking down.

They were fighting the urge to kiss each other again but they failed. Now him being the one to kiss her, this time softer. His head leaned for her and she smiled too just the moment before their lips pressed together.

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brandossss · 4 years ago

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( tommy martinez , 24 , cismale ) i just bumped into brando esparza the other day while walking down east kingsboro , where he lives . i hear they can be brave and impatient , but when i think of them i immediately think of ( venezuelan pride , curly hair , going to the gym literally everyday )

tw : communism , corruption , poverty , violence , death ( suicide )

full name : brando nicolas estefano esparza

nicknames : just brando , if he really fucks with you you can get away with teasingly calling him brandy , but not even lolol

gender : cismale

height : 6 ′ 2

age : 24

birthday : august 4 , 1996

zodiac : leo ( aries moon , capricorn ascendant )

right handed or left handed : ambidextrous , but basically right handed

eye color : light brown

hair color : dark brown

piercings & tattoos : no piercings , this tattoo of venezuela right here , but on his left wrist

languages spoken : spanish ( native tongue ) and english

sexuality : pansexual / panromantic

place of birth : maracay , venezuela

last 3 songs listened to : llueve sobre la ciudad by los bunkers , yo te esperare by cali y el dandee , soñe ( unplugged ) by zoé

so brando was born to yessenia olivares and bruno esparza in maracay , venezuela . originally , he wasn’t supposed to be named brando . a fun fact & random little headcanon is that his mother & father had the full intention of naming him brandon , after his grandfather ( or father’s father ) , who passed a week before he was born . being both parents’ first born , his father got super nervous during his mother’s labor & basically ? got really wasted because he was practically crapping his pants about his son being born . when he went to sign his birth certificate , he was so drunk , he literally forgot to write the ‘ n ’ in brandon . once they realized the mistake his father had made , they didn’t want to go through the annoyance of changing his name , so , they went with brando , and surprisingly ? it really stuck & everyone loved it more than brandon kdjvcndfkcmn

he was an average kid tbh . his family was middle class & even though his country had been struggling ( for the lack of a better word ) for years now , he didn’t fully feel the economic fall at first , of course . now fast forward a few years & shit is changing right before his eyes , and he’s really ? just a kid

pretty much communism coming to it’s finest point tbh . all these restaurants , stores , businesses , all these places brando used to go to when he was younger ? done with , or just government owned & a blink away from breaking completely . it’s actually really sad because he’s literally watching it all happen , watching his country go down the drain & there’s really nothing he can do to stop it

his father becomes an active protester , along with many other angry venezuelans , but this does more bad than good . eventually his father gets arrested at a protest when brando is 11 years old . that was over a decade ago & up to this very day , present time , brando has no idea where his father is , if he’s well , or if he’s even alive tbh ( talk about trauma ? ) . it’s like one day he’s coming home , giving his only son a hug , & the next day , he completely vanished from planet earth , as if he’s some high profile serial killer when really , he was just protesting the shit communist government they’re living in

it’s just brando & his mom from that point on . of course , things just get worse with time . i’m not gonna get into details but basic poverty & communism tbh . they’re hungry , they’re broke , the country is just getting worse & worse with each passing moment ( hyper inflation , food scarcity , severe corruption , government abuse , do i even need to go on ? ) . all these things anger brando to no extent & he finds himself releasing his anger with his fists . it’s getting into random fights for no reason & screaming at anyone who even looks at him weirdly , pretty much becoming an angry ass kid

TW : SUICIDE , READ WITH CAUTION !! things are bad but they really hit rock bottom when his mother , surprisingly , commits suicide . brando finds her foaming at the mouth , a clear overdose , but by the time they make it to the hospital , she’s pronounced dead . literally a 15 year old boy , alone , in venezuela .... honestly terrifying . brando literally doesn’t know where to go ? on top of the trauma he’s holding he’s worried about his living arrangements as well . luckily , a friend of his allows him to stay at his house a few nights but this is just temporary

he just really wants to leave his country but he feels completely stuck . he’s depressed & angry as fuck but he’s determined to get out somehow . brando eventually contacts a family friend on facebook ( aka claudia’s mom ? ) & tells them his situation . it seems to touch this woman’s heart so much , she , wait for it , brings him over to the states . he spends his 16th birthday in america , with claudia & her family . the year is 2012

very slowly , but things begin getting better for him . he’s enrolled into school & pretty much gets guided through everything thanks to claudia . they are not blood related , but their families were so close at one point that they’re pretty much ? cousins tbh ! literally not blood related but still family

with his dedication & ambition he pretty much catches on completely in less than 3 years ( learning english of course ) , he loses his accent completely after 4 . he goes through a whole adoption thing with claudia’s family until he thankfully gains american residency thanks to them , which of course , eventually leads him to citizenship . instead of picking fights with people for no reason , brando takes out his anger with physical activity , becoming very much involved in going to the gym , or even just exercising by himself . whether it’s leg day , boxing , whatever it is , he loves any type of physical work , since it keeps his mind distracted

this has pretty much lead him to have quite a #body tbh . like .... it’s hella obvious he works out kdndjndjvnfd

he also developed a hobby for piano , after taking piano classes in high school , beginning of freshman year . he’s been playing since he was 16 , eventually buying a crap keyboard when he was 17 . he does piano covers on youtube , but again , this is really just a hobby of his

DEATH TW !! after the passing of claudia’s parents , her & brando move to kingsboro when they’re both 19 ! they share an apartment with lemon

on top of that , he’s a bartender @ blue ! he’s also a personal trainer . literally lifting 24/7 for him .... bless

he enjoys drinking on weekends & letting loose every once in a while but i don’t think he’s crazy about weed tbh . he thinks the feeling is nice , but he hates how it makes you hungry . would never go out of his way to buy weed & basically only smokes it if he’s offered , preferring alcohol , but again , he mostly just exercises & eats right , not really having any addictions of any kind , just little hobbies every one in a while

brando honestly ? considers himself lucky , despite all the terrible things he’s been through . he feels lucky that he left before things got really , really bad , even though they were already pretty awful tbh . anyone who hears his story would think he’s anything but fortunate but the truth of the matter is that he’s one of the lucky ones . not every venezuelan has had the opportunity to leave & he just feels very fortunate that he was one of the few that did

he’s not the type to take anything for granted tbh , very much the type of person who appreciates everything he has , no matter how small . you could literally get him a present from the dollar store for christmas & he would still be super happy about it . for him , it’s the thought & time put into something that counts , not the price , or the brand

he very much struggled with his sexuality for years . not because he was in denial or ashamed or anything , but for the longest time , he kind of just didn’t know what he was ? sometimes he thought he was straight but undergoing a phase , other times he wondered if he was gay , then he considered himself bi for a really long time . the truth is that he didn’t fully understand his sexuality up until not too long ago , when he began hanging with an lgbtq+ crowd . eventually , he realizes society basically labels him as ‘ pansexual ’ , but he doesn’t even really like to label himself ? brando just falls in love with the person , with their soul , & he doesn’t care what they have underneath tbh

i haven’t fully figured him out yet because he’s a new character but i picture he can be such a stereotypical leo sometimes , but , his whole #capricorn ascendant really does take place for him , in the sense that he can be a very difficult person to read sometimes . like is he happy ? is he upset ? is that just his face ? is he planning something ? you will rarely ever know tbh

he’s a very humble person , probably because of his childhood . he hates show offs tbh , or very rich people with no consideration for anyone . literally .... miss him with that bullshit lmfao . he finds the entire snobby or ‘ i’m better than you ’ attitudes to be so unattractive tbh ? you could be the hottest person on the planet but if he hates your attitude you really just don’t matter to him lolol

over all he’s a lot calmer than he was before tbh . he still has his moments but he’s a pretty stable guy in the sense that he no longer wants to beat up everything or anyone he see’s . he still has a ton of issues to work on but basically just doesn’t wanna go to therapy & doesn’t really talk about his past at all , preferring to ‘ live in the present ’ even though talking about his issues & sharing his pretty shitty story would definitely help him clear out his head but 🥴 it honestly probably won’t happen & he’ll probs just keep burying shit LMFAOOOO

very very hard working guy , ambition like crazy , always gives his all in anything he feels strongly about , he’s very good at persuading people tbh , usually gets told he’d make a ‘ great lawyer ’ because he just has this way of convincing you like ? he would never become a lawyer but the truth is that he would make a great one , persuasion skills like a MF

this is all i can think of now but i did his birth chart ting 🖤

#kingsboro.intro #everyone is asleep n no one is gnna read this but kjsfjvn yee

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gencat21 · 5 years ago

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Unexpected • Lee Taeyong (1)

(I did not give the boyfriend a name, not worth it haha.)

Autumn is just beautiful, watching the trees turn orange and how the floor was often full of their leaves was the most pretty and annoying thing for you. You love the cold breeze hitting your face, love the taste of coffee on your tongue, and love walking peacefully with your boyfriend talking about how your day has gone before going to the next class in half an hour. "I may be getting a good job as a music teacher. My piano teacher has been recommending me to a lot of people and after winning that competition last summer I've been getting a lot of emails. Also, a company contacted me, and they are interested in the songs I've written." You explain with enthusiasm, while he observed you with that smile of his.

"My little future Beethoven. Everybody wants you. But not as much as I do." He gets closer to kiss your forehead sweetly, but your thoughts are somewhere else, keeping you to react to his sweetness.

"There's even an offer abroad. Can you believe that?"

His smile turn softly to a straight line while he looks at you in disbelief. He wanted to smile for you, but he can't fake a smile. "Are you really considering that one?"

"It's on the states, but it's the best offer I've ever gotten."

"You really are, wow." He steps backward and laughs ironically. "I mean so little to you that you take that decision without even consulting it with me?" And your mouth fells open at how mad he was getting by the second. You were expecting to see him happy for you, after all it was an offer that you couldn't turn down.

"You don't have to get mad about this," you say sweetly so he would calm down, but he was looking somewhere else with a frown, which was starting to make you mad as well. "I have time to think about until graduation but I won't be turning that one down just because you want me to."

"How can you be so selfish?" And with that your sweet side disappear in the thin air. He was really saying that to you as if he wasn't thinking about his own words and you think it's useless to talk to him right now because he was getting madder.

"I have classes right now."

"Your class starts in 25 minutes."

"Well, I left a piano in the dance room, and the teacher needs it." That's wasn't a lie. So you take your leave trying to brush your boyfriend off your mind, but you were still thinking about the conversation you just had. "Calling me selfish when he was being selfish too, who does he even think he is? He's not my father, is the freaking crazy." You ramble while walking obviously mad to the practice room hating the fact that you left it there this morning. Why did you agree to play piano on the ballet presentation one week away? Yes, it was going to make everything more beautiful, but now you had more things to do.

You find Ten on the way and stop ranting to approach him without saying anything. You hold his wrist and continue walking, deciding by yourself that he was going to help you to move the keyboard from one side of campus to the other. "Why are you so mad today? Are you going to kill me?" He asks with that smile you loved and hated, he smiles way too much. A beautiful smile like that should be totally illegal.

"I hate men,"

"Are you becoming lesbian now?"

"No, women judge way too much. I hate them as well." You end up saying and laugh because of the conversation.

"Where are you taking me? Our class is the other way."

"Just help me move the keyboard, I will pay you back with fruit."

"But I hate fruits,"

"I know,"

"If you give me fruits I will throw it at you. But I'll accept tea." You like him as a friend. You've always wondered why you both weren't actually closer since he was a sweet and nice person to be around. But you had two different lives, so you just were glad that you both had a lot of classes in common, and that was enough for you. He made classes shorter by sitting with you, and you were thankful. Shortly, you both arrive at the building, and from that distance, you could hear the loud music playing in the dance room. The closer you got, the louder it was. The door was partially open, so you carefully approach the door to spy on whoever was dancing inside.

Inside the dance, room was a guy moving his body to the rhythm of the music. You never had the talent to dance that upbeat kind of music, leaving classical music as your cup of tea, but doesn't change the fact that you wish you could dance the way he can. Ten behind you peeks for a second as well and then taps your shoulder to get your attention. "Y/n, we need to go." Reminding you that your walk back was not short. Sadness covers your eyes since you wanted to see the end of the choreography, even if it was only the guy's back you were seeing. but you know he's right. Your eyes travel to Ten, who just shrugs at you. Suddenly the music stops.

His familiar face was turned to your direction, glancing at you with nothing more than a frown. "Who gave you the right to spy me?" His voice sends shivers down your spine because of how pissed he was of being spied.

"I wasn't," you step inside and your index finger points to your piano in a corner, his eyes follow your finger and then he looks again at you.

"Take it quick and leave, you're wasting my time." You avoid his gaze since it was a little intimidating sometimes. You've been used to seeing that guy for... As long as you can remember. For some strange reason, your paths are the same. Same high school, and weirdly, same art school. But you've never heard his voice until now, you've never had the chance to have a conversation, and you never wanted to. He's always had the bad boy aura, and you wanted nothing to do with it. He's always been the pretty bad boy that you made sure not to cross paths with, even though it was impossible

You know he never noticed you before, and hat even when he was a bad boy you had nothing to worry about because your social life was completely different. Until now that his scary gaze was following you around the room, watching your every move and that makes you uneasy. For a reason, they named him the scary pretty guy back on your school days. "Are you going to be here all day?" Ten asks Taeyong casually, you forgot they were friends for a moment there, but it was luck to you, since for that reason he stopped looking at you.

"Almost, we'll be waiting for you. Jaehyun and Johnny are on their way here right now, Mark went out a couple minutes ago."

"I have piano classes right now and then I will be free," he picks up your keyboard while you silently take the stand and make your way out of the room, glad that Ten distracted Taeyong. "See you in two hours." You hear him say, followed by him leaving the room behind you. You felt you could finally breathe, surprised that as soon as he stare at you, your breathing stop. He was breathtakingly handsome, but that was not the reason why you felt like that. Was the bad boy aura he has. "He just hates people seeing his choreographies when is not finished." Ten explain to you due to the silence that you hold.

"I don't care," you don't.

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8:23 pm says your phone when a text message pops up. You gasp in shock, realizing that you had been there longer than expected. It was normal for you to lose track of time when you were composing, but this time the hours really went by quicker than expected. You parted ways with Ten at five when your class ended, by staying in the piano classroom and played until the message from your boyfriend brought you back to reality. You slowly pick up your stuff, throwing your phone inside your bag not wanting to even read his text. But as soon as you step out of the building, your phone starts to vibrate, letting you know you had a call.

Annoyed, you look for your phone on your bag to see him calling you. "Yes?"

"I'm in the parking lot, let me take you home." His normal sweet voice appears on the other side, you roll your eyes in response as if he could see you. You just stayed silent on the entrance looking at your feet. "Or at least let's talk. I can't stand the fact of falling asleep while being mad at each other." Not standing the silence anymore. "Please."

"Sure, see you in a bit." The walk to the parking lot was the shortest walk you've ever had on the campus, you did not want to talk about anything right now because you were starting to see the real him. The not very supportive one, the one that may hold you back on a future. That may be the real one, and you were not ready to actually meet him. But you have to. His figure is against his car in the parking lot where there were only two cars, his and another way a few lots to the right. His eyes were on you the whole walk to his car, and you dont know what to feel about it. "Look, I thought about it,"

"Are you staying?"

" I—” you stop talking realizing you were about to raise your voice after that, and take a deep breath. "I will not make that decision right now, but I want you to be on my side and understand me instead of being against me. This is my future we're talking about in here.” you express your feeling, glad that he was listening to you in silence. " Do you understand?"

"But you can have a nice future, what is the matter with staying here?" He does not understand

"I do not know what I will do," you argue. "I just want you to be on my side not matter what decision I make."

"You will stay here with me." He says, as it was so easy, but the way he says it just bothered you. The demanding tone gets on your nerves.

"Stop saying it like that, you don't get to choose what I will do. This is my life."

"Oh, I see. You want to break up with me and fuck every single dude you see, like you went to fuck that guy instead of actually going to class?"

"What are you ta—"

"You thought I didn't see you leaving me alone to go for a guy? And you were still here when is not usual for you to be here? I went to your apartment and your roommate told me you were here. What were you doing?" Your expression shifts to one of disbelief and hurt.

"I can't believe you think I would do something like that to you," saying it was harder than thinking about it. A single tear rolls down your cheek, one that you quickly swipe away. "If you think like that, we have to break up. I'm leaving, and do not fucking call me ever again." You spit, then turn around to walk away containing the tears from falling. You do not want to cry near than man to show how weak you were. Obviously, you are weaker than he is.

You just feel the pain on your wrist and how harshly you are turned around to face him, "That hurts!" You whine, not being able to avoid the look he has. You've never seen his so mad, before, even less looking at you. The feeling of not being able to do anything was frustrating as he held your other wrist too. "Let me go, what are you doing?"

"So I'm right? How many guys have you fucked?"

"Let me fucking go!"

"You forgot you were only mine?"

"Fuck you!" You do not know where the strength to say to that man that had you under his control came out from, neither how by instinct your knee fly between his legs and make him let you go without wanting. Your breathing is audible, and you tell yourself to run away but you could not move at all. In shock, you stare at how he falls on the floor and stays there for a minute. Why could you not move? Why you have to stay there when you could run away and disappear somewhere he could not find you? Why do you wait until he stands up again and without thinking slaps your face so hard you fall on the floor? By then, Isn't it too late? Where did the strong Y/n escape to? He walks again to you, so you look for something around you that you could hit him with, but there's nothing. You close your eyes hard, waiting for whatever he is going to do to you, until the sound of a strong punch makes an appearance, and then you see from the corner of your eye how the man ready to hit you is on the floor holding his face with closed eyes. "Taeyong?" You ask yourself, seeing the familiar clothes you saw in the practice room earlier on the day.

You thought you had seen the scariest look on him, but that was not true. Now you could see what he really looks like when he is mad. Meanwhile, he's punching your now ex-boyfriend like his life depended on it. It was not the fact that he was hitting the man you can't say you don't love anymore, but the fact that you hated violence. Throwing punches in a reckless way like a person body was the easiest thing to hurt. "S—stop!" You voice comes out, but you know there was no way that with the sound of punches he heard you. You crawl to where they are and grab Taeyong's hand so he would stop.

He does and stands up so quickly that you barely could see him running to his car, grabbing something and coming out again. Your ex stands up, and follows him until you see him stop abruptly. That clicking sound just sends panic all over your body. "Do not fucking touch her ever again."

"Man, put that down," he says, giving a few steps backward.

"Taeyong, stop that!"

"I will make sure you don't fucking touch her from now on, if you look at her, if you get near her, even if you fucking think of her I will make sure is the last time you ever do." He spits the words out with some much hatred in his voice that you even lost yours. Your mouth moves like it screaming but you can't hear yourself.

From there, you start seeing how everything goes down on slow motion. How you lose sight of what was going on for a second while Ten sees your state and hugs you. Your tears rolling down in desperation wanting everything to just stop. You see how Jaehyun, Johnny, and Mark appear in the scene trying to calm Taeyong, while your ex gets in his car and leaves without even looking at you once. Mark slowly takes the gun, that God knows why he has it on his car, while Johnny holds Taeyong and says things you can't hear nor see, you just glare over Ten's shoulder and let all the tears come out. Your arms hug him when you see that nothing bad really happened besides the bastard having a black eye and bruises on his face. "It's alright," your sense of hearing lets you hear Ten murmuring it to you while your big sobs become little.

Your eyes go to the man that stares at your crying self on the floor. That anger and hatred disappeared out of the blue, now there was an expression that you could not recognize as he took a few slow steps. Your hands softly push Ten away from you, and as a mechanism of defense you back away. "Do not touch me!" You demand at the man that wanted to get near you and check if you were fine. Taeyong just wanted to ignore your words and get near, but your tears and your shaking hand made him stand still.

"I can explain,"

"Y—you don't need to explain anything to me, I don't want to know," you stand up with a great amount of effort since your legs were shaking the same way your whole body was. You forget about your bag, you just wanted to lock yourself on your apartment and forget it all happened. As if it was possible. You knew all the boys you've crossed paths a few times before where looking at your weak figure trying to walk away, and it was the most heartbreaking thing they have seen. Taeyong notices your bag on the floor, but before he could pick it up Ten does. "You've done enough, I will give it to her and take her home."

Mark gets closer to him before the others and places a hand on his shoulder when your figure besides Ten's disappears from their sight. "Let's go,"

Taeyong takes his hand off of his shoulder softly. "Please don't touch me," calmly says before starting to walk to his car.

(Any mistakes I didn't see, please let me know so I can change it. Thank you!)

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minsugapie · 5 years ago

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MeetTheParents 5

Meet the Parents: part 5 (1974 words)

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Following your impulsive move to Korea to teach English, you find yourself caught in between love and the outdated views of your family.

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The pullout couch on which you and Yoongi had been sleeping during your vacation had become a sort of sanctuary for the both of you. No matter what had been going on during the day, you’d be together on that couch come bedtime. You were laying on your stomach, head comfortably to the side as you watched him. His breath was even, eyes closed, as he moved his fingers along your back like it was a piano. He was freshly showered, and that was probably your favourite Yoongi —the complete natural state (flat, messy hair, along with clear skin). He devastated you, in a really good way. You couldn’t believe he’d willingly invited himself into your life. You didn’t deserve him.

You knew he had gone through struggles from the times you’d really spoken, so you wondered why he was subjecting himself to you.

Elsewhere in the apartment, your sister and Bennett had retired to her room about half an hour ago, and you knew they were watching the Golden Girls from the distinct voices and high-pitched laugh coming from Bennett. They had also been discussing you and Yoongi and how he was insane for putting himself through this. However, they were both so happy that you’d found someone who would do it for you.

“What are you thinking about?” You whispered, breaking the peaceful silence in the room. You were still looking at Yoongi’s face when his eyes opened at your question. A deep breath escaped from his nose in a sigh. He’d been thinking about something deeply. You’d almost used the idiom penny for your thoughts, but then you remembered that he may have not been familiar with it.

“Nervous,” his lips barely moved with his confession. A small frown, that you never wanted to see again, formed on his face. You turned onto your side, moving your hand to his face and letting your thumb lightly glide down his nose and lips before settling on his cheek.

You got that guilty feeling inside you again. “I’m sorry for putting you through this.”

He blinked once and then twice. “It was my choice.”

“We just haven’t had much fun together this trip, Yoon. I haven’t really seen any of your goofy side that I love. I’ve basically pushed you to come here with me. I suck,” you said, blowing a stray piece of hair from your face. When it didn’t move, he took it and tucked it behind your ear.

“You don’t suck. Tomorrow sucks,” he joked, cracking a small smile. It didn’t reach his eyes, however.

You frowned. How could you not?

“Don’t,” he whispered, grabbing your cheeks and forcing your lips into a pout. When he leaned in to kiss you, you almost forgot about what the conversation had been about.

Pulling back, you licked your lips and told him, “Yoongi, I’ll love you no matter what happens in the next few days.”

Tomorrow was your sister’s birthday, 3 days before Christmas. She always hated having a party before, but your mom was always insistent that she had a day that was not shared with anyone else. Your sister, on the other hand, didn’t care. In fact, it was her idea that Yoongi be introduced tomorrow instead of on Christmas Eve. The original plan was for him to stay home tomorrow.

He said something in Korean that you didn’t recognize, but it didn’t bother you. He sometimes didn’t know how to express himself in English, and you couldn’t fault him for that.

“Have you talked to the boys at all since we’ve been here?” You asked, pulling the covers up to your chin, ready for sleep to overtake you any minute.

He hummed with a nod of his head. “They miss you.”

“Me?” You laughed. You did miss them too, you had admit. “Do you miss them?”

“Yes, even though they just bug me all the time,” he admitted, wrapping his arms around yours and pulling you closer. You invited his warmth, tangling your legs with his.

“You love them,” was the last thing you managed to say before the his soft breathing and warmth lulled you to sleep.

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You woke up to your alarm that morning. After all, it was your sister’s birthday, so you were going to treat her like the queen she knew (and didn’t let anyone forget) she was.

Yoongi grumbled beside you, stirring, “Why alarm? We’re on holidays.”

Getting out of the warmth, you pushed his hair back from his face. Leaving a small kiss on his mouth, you replied, “I’m going to make my sister some breakfast and wake her up.”

“I still sleep?” His English came out broken in his morning voice, making you weak.

“Yeah, you don’t have to be awake for this,” you told him, chuckling when he simply tucked himself further into the cover and the pillows in reply.

Once Yoongi was clearly sleeping soundly again, you quickly brushed your teeth and got to work. Your sister was so easy to cook for. She loved eggs on toast. So you made her some scrambled eggs and then mixed them in a bowl with some salsa and an avocado.

Voila. Egg on toast. Easy as pie.

Coffee was clearly an essential, so you made a pot. The two men in the house would want some, and it wouldn’t be fair to just make enough for you and your sister.

You creaked the door to your sister’s room open, checking to see if everyone was decent and still sleeping. When you were satisfied that you could enter, you opened the curtains and played an oldies birthday song for her. She was always easy to wake, and as soon as the light hit the room, she was up. A smile graced her face as soon as she saw the coffee.

“Happy Birthday!” You exclaimed, putting the tray down on her lap.

“Wow, y/n! You really didn’t have to do this,” she said, taking a large sip from her coffee cup.

“It’s nothing special. We all know I don’t cook much more than eggs,” you laughed.

Bennett popped his head out from under the sheets, making his first appearance, “It’s more than what I do, so…”

With a laugh, you grabbed your coffee cup and went to exit the room. “Oh, by the way, mom texted me while I was making you breakfast. She wants us all over there by two. Something about a late lunch/early supper thing. I don’t know. Maybe they want to have a cribbage tournament or something.”

“Gotcha!” She winked, shooting you a finger gun. You took a sneak peak at the clock. It was already eleven, so you didn’t have much time to mentally prepare yourself and talk to Yoongi about what was coming.

So, you decided on getting reading as soon as possible. For some reason, dressing up for family events was a huge thing in your family; it was expected. You didn’t feel like freezing to death, so it wouldn’t be a dress, but black jeans and some sort of nice top would do the trick.

When you were rummaging around in your suitcase, Yoongi finally sat up. “Morning, sleepy head,” you cooed, smiling at his crazy hair.

You noticed him squinting at the clock on the wall, so you added, “It’s 11. We’re headed to my house at 2, so you can get ready whenever.” He nodded his head, closing his eyes again as he rubbed his stomach. “Oh, and coffee is in the pot.”

He gave you a thumbs up before putting on a shirt and walking to the bathroom. Beckett and your sister came out of the room, clearly searching for more coffee. You had decided on an outfit were also headed to the bathroom to get changed. You knocked once, and Yoongi opened the door. His hair was flat and wet now, toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. You smiled at your boyfriend. “I need to get changed.”

There was a glint in his eye when he nodded his head, pulling you into the bathroom. He shut the door quickly, spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing his mouth.

“Yoongi,” you whined. You hated getting changed in front of him, but he thought it was amusing how shy you could be. He’d seen every single part of you many times, but you were still unwilling to be real with him.

You groaned, going for the doorknob. You’d change in your sister’s room.

“Wait,” Yoongi grabbed your hand, pulling you into his chest.

You couldn’t help but smile at him. “What?”

“Good morning,” he whispered once before following up with the Korean equivalent. You tried not to let it get to you, but you couldn’t help it. He was clearly fishing for attention, and who were you to deny it?

“Morning,” you replied, stepping closer to him, so the back of his legs were against the counter. Quickly, you lightly rubbed your thumb over his bottom lip before giving him a peck. The kiss was just a distraction tactic, however, as you opened the door and went to your sister’s room.

“What was that about?” You heard your sister laugh from the kitchen.

Beckett’s voice answered, “Maybe he denied her morning advances.”

You changed your clothes quickly and stepped back into the living area. At the same time, Yoongi spoke, “No, she denied mine.”

Your sister smiled at you, and you shook your head. “Look, now is not the time. I’m nervous enough as it is, and we still need to talk about later!”

“Kisses make me less nervous,” he countered, picking out a pair of dress pants and a nice shirt. He needed the iron, you knew it, so you grabbed it for him quickly.

“Later. We have an audience,” you countered. You’d fantasized about kissing him in your childhood bedroom many times, so there was not a change that you were going to let that opportunity pass.

His lip pouted as he set up the clothes on the ironing board.

“So Yoongi, I think it’s important for us to talk about what our parents are like,” your sister said, sounding sad.

Yoongi nodded his head. “Y/N has told me some.”

“Good. So basically, grandma will like you because you love Y/N. But dad is going to be mean. Well, he’ll be pleasant and put on an act, but he won’t like you. Mom, well she can go either way. She may or she may not like you. It all depends on the situation.”

You watched as Yoongi took in the words. He was ironing, but as soon as your dad was mentioned, he gulped.

“Yoon, just please be yourself. I don’t want to win them over with a fake you,” you reasoned, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. He nodded.

“On the bright side, it’s a very good thing that you’re meeting them today and not on Christmas Day because at least it’s a whole party today and not just out family,” your sister continued, walking to her room to get her dress for the day. She always wore dresses on her birthday, even though it was winter.

“Listen, Yoongi, as long as you make your intentions very clear and help out and be kind, I think you should be able to at least let them respect you. When I first met them, I was shitting my pants because of the way they could be. Some guy in my grade went home crying after Y/N’s sister brought him home. I didn’t want that to be me. I don’t want it to be you either,” Beckett explained.

Yoongi looked at you with a scared expression on his face, and you couldn’t even give him any comfort. You really wanted to, but you were just as nervous.

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pekorosu · 4 years ago

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got my hands on the old radio drama for banana fish (thanks so much @vashak!! 😭) so im gonna do some mindless liveblogging bc i miss doing that shit

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- their voices are KILLING ME

- okay you could say it's partly bc i'm used to their anime voices but i'm actually fine with eiji's voice! IT’S THE REST OF THEM THAT SOUND REALLY FUNNY

- especially marvin and arthur omg. i could not stop laughing when they showed up. i remember thinking anime!arthur sounded way too cool, but this version just went in the complete opposite direction

- ash's voice is a little deeper (?) than i expected. i don’t think that’s the right word for it but yeah... uchida yuuma's voice is closer to how i imagined it in terms of "youthfulness" but his is also a tad bit too "clean"...

- MEANWHILE MAX SOUNDS SO GRUFF AND MANLY LOL. now anime!max just sounds dopey in comparison

- i think the only person who doesn't make me feel like doubling over with laughter so far is dr. meredith, jenkins and eiji...

- skip sounds way too cute. son... 🥺

- the bgm when eiji and ibe first meet ash ADJHJDJSKFHKD

- IT’S JUST HILARIOUS IN CONTRAST WITH THE EARLIER BG ROCK MUSIC

- omg now it sounds a bit like pokemon music

- eiji: CAN I TOUCH UR GUN ash: SURE *pokemon music*

- HAHA EIJI'S STUPID GIGGLE

- eiji: HEY CAN I ASK U SOMETHING ash: SURE eiji: HAVE U KILLED ANYONE BEFORE ash: YUP *cheerful pokemon music continues*

- SHORTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

- i like shorter’s voice! 👌 it actually sounds similar to his anime voice, just less nasally, i think

- this version of ash sounds more uhh... forceful? emotional? idk how to describe it lol but i feel like his VA tends to 1) overdo it, or 2) get it tonally wrong for the situation...

- nooooooooooooo they removed my favourite eiji line before he jumps over the wall i was WAITING FOR IT

- hmmm the scenes just don’t have that oomph... i think it’s bc they're pushing through the scenes very quickly... then again, the anime had the same issue but their VAs still did a better job compared to this...

- i guess ash and eiji will always have sad gay piano music whatever version they're in :')

- ash's voice is starting to grow on me even though i still think he sounds off at certain parts that demand more subtlety. max on the other hand, is like, REALLY BAD................... imo

- "and then he kissed me" HAHAHAHA IT WAS NARRATED yeah well duh what was i expecting this isn’t a BL drama cd

- gOD arthur's voice dsfkajskghjfsdlg

- shorter's so cool tho im love 🤩

- love all the 90s gunshot sfx. PEEUNG PEEUNG PEEUNNNGGSSHHHH

- lol eiji and ibe actually sound more like friends than Concerned Dad and Reckless Son

- ash's reaction to griff's death is played so cool... no outbursts just :/ and then the scene straight away jumps to them drinking lol

- ash's crying is so manly...

- WHY IS THE CAR SCENE SO FUNNY

- ok im a lil mad bc that was the ONE scene where eiji got to rebel but this version is just 😂😂😂

- literally:

ash: anyway, imma borrow this car for a bit. eiji: *hops in* i’m coming along!!! >:DDD ash: wtf get out ibe: *knocking frantically on the window* oi eiji!!! eiji: *very cutely* c’mon if u don’t hurry up u'll get caught again :))))) ash: tch -_- *brrm brrms away*

and then they eloped

- oh my god........ is that lee dude's VA trying to do a “chinese” accent in japanese............................

- !!!! this part! i liked the way ash sounded when he was amused by eiji's naive comment about the lees. i think i prefer this take over the anime where ash was more stoic. and i like that you can hear him switching to his DEEP VOICE OF SERIOUSNESS lol.

- i also liked the next bit where shorter warns eiji to keep his head down and eiji's like WHY ARE U TRYNA PROTECT ME I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF >:T hehe iirc that wasn't in the anime

- ...i'll just put it here bc it's a rare moment that i rly enjoyed so far

- aaaand we're back to cheesy gunshot sounds

- hearing jennifer's voice feels so soothing after almost an hour of deep voices

- who sounds scarier when picking a fight? radio drama!max = 1, anime!max = -5

- ash's dad: who the hell are u guys and why are you hanging around ash. max: i’m max. i'm a friend of griffin's, we were in the same squad in vietnam. shorter: name's shorter. eiji: my name is eiji. i'm japanese.

sdfsfsdghkfhk how is that relevant to the question EIJI PLS

- that said, they actually toned down quite a lot of eiji's doofiness huh

- i truly feel like eiji's a lot less "damsel in distress" and more "chill but curious bystander", while ash is closer to the typical shounen manga protag here

- damn jessica doesn't sound as awesome as i’d hoped. the anime rly spoiled me haha

- OMG yut-lung's voice. it's so... cute... 🥺🥺

- this ENTIRE freakin scene where shorter threatens to kill eiji just lost its gravity thanks to:

1) arthur's voice sounding like a disney villain’s henchman 2) lee dude’s AWFUL accent 3) EVERYONE TALKING SO QUICKLY 4) THE OVERDRAMATIC BG VIOLINS AND DRUMS

- hmm, i think i might actually like eiji’s voice in this version more than the anime now! sorry nojima

- abraham actually sounds kinda intimidating here

- LMAO SING'S VOICEEEEE. too nasally for me XD

- oh wow, i think i prefer this version of shorter going nuts... not that the anime is worse, just that it chose to emphasize more on the tragedy of the situation while this one focuses more on the terror and urgency. probably bc of the bg music lol. also shorter’s abs were very distracting in the anime

- weapon room scene: ash sounds TOO out of breath and panicky here, but i guess it fits the context of the radio drama... it's inaccurate compared to the manga tho

- another issue i have... ibe's VA sucks. sorry but he always sounds so flat or inappropriate for the situation ><

- god this rescue scene still sounds ridic on 2nd listen... it's so over the top I CAN'T

- i gotta say, even if i were to disregard how i personally imagined ash’s voice, uchida yuuma still does it better acting-wise. i know voice acting has to involve some level of exaggeration but sometimes less is more, y’know?

- it sure feels like this radio drama is intent on cutting out as much gay as they can more interested in spotlighting the plot and action scenes, bc a lot of the convo scenes seem to have been cut...

- also the "pls come back" scene was like... so bro. no more “i’ll wait for you always”. NO HOMO. booooooooooo. but strangely enough i found the acting in it better than in the previous scenes.

- altho from what i remember, ash and eiji's VAs sounded like they had p good chemistry... but maybe it's a bit too early to say, i'll have to hear more of their casual banter to decide

- ash finding shorter's corpse scene: sorry but the anime wins, hands down

- so eiji's VA is... inoue kazuhiko? wasn't that the guy who played kakashi from naruto or something? lol i don't even go there

- gotta say, the ED song is the part that i enjoyed the most XD seriously tho, it's a nice song! and the lyrics makes up for all the lost gay haha

- okay that’s it for the first CD. nothing much of interest here, and BF starts off slow in terms of ash/eiji content anyway, so hopefully there’s more to comment on in the next CD 🤔

#banana fish liveblogging #this accidentally turned into a vs anime comparison whooooops

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um this got like really really long lmao (feel free to just post like a cut off version so it doesn’t clog up ppls dash lol) kind of super embarrassed about how long it is but…. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i got a lot to say, i hope that’s okay

Haha, you’re completely fine, sweetheart! I am gonna put it under the cut so that it doesn’t end up taking a lot of space on someone’s dash ❤️

Can i pls get a matchup? :3 I’m a bi girl, 5’6 with longish wavy red hair, blue eyes and lots of freckles cuz i always forget to reapply sunscreen lol pretty much always have a sunburn during the summer. I’m a INFP, and a libra. I’ve got a major case of ADHD, lots of energy and horrible at focusing, lots of fidgeting all the time (mostly the leg bounceTM and tapping things) (also got that anxiety/depression thing goin on).

I’m not super social, I hate big parties, I don’t have a Lot of friends, but the friends I do have I’m really close to and would trust with my life (I’m kind of really selective with who i befriend). If i don’t like a person, they will be able to Tell, I don’t go out of my way to be mean to them but,, it’s a bit obvious. I’m the fun friend, always getting people to laugh and smile and be happy, and I’m super loyal to my friends, ride-or-die kind of gal. I also tend to be the one that people lean on, or turn to if the need any advice or comfort. I’m also really close with my family, love them with all my heart and would do anything for them.

I love to play the piano and sing (pretty good at the first one, not so much the second lol) and i tend to do that when I’m feeling stressed out or sad and it helps a lot. I’m currently in college studying geography and cartography and I’m like a super nerd about it lol. I love to go hiking in the mountains where i live and go swimming in the rivers, and when I’m staying at my family home I go to the beach all the time, my fave summer tradition is having bonfire parties on the beach with my friends where we just swim and build sand castles all day and then roast hot dogs and marshmallows (some of my fave memories of high school were on the beach super late at night around the campfire). I am pretty active, i used to be super into sports in high school but now i’m not really, I used to swim competitively for like 8 years, and I also was part of a rowing team for a couple years, and I really loved it, trying to get back into it but i’m way too out of shape rn lmao. I also love baseball, watching it and playing it (but mostly i just watch) (go giants). I love music, fave genres being rock/alt rock/punk/pop, and I loooove going to concerts, i’ve been to at least 30 by now lol I’m pretty much always got music playing, my fave band is fall out boy (i’m basic i know lol).

my grades have always been…. Super average. Not because I don’t understand what I’m being taught but because I never really did my homework, i would always procrastinate and especially with big projects, if it wasn’t absolutely perfect I hated it and would be constantly stressed about it and then just not do it so :/ (this is still true a little in college but i’m getting much better and just getting things done, and i like to have friends with me while i’m working so they can yell at me if i get distracted).

This got really really long so i’m just gonna stop now lmao (i like to talk about myself lol is it obvious??) (ive never done a matchup request before but i like yours because you put so much thought into them i couldnt resist thank you love you)

hi, love! Before I start, the fact that you let me know about that ^^ literally makes me so happy and is one of the only reasons I still accept match-ups. I know what I was like sending my first match-up request in and I was a nervous wreck. Which is why I sincerely mean it when I say that I am deeply sorry for how long this took to get back to you. Thank you for sending this in and I love you too 💕

SO, it may seem kind of weird but I actually ship you with Pidge (adjusted to your age, of course, bc we don’t do support pedophilia in this Christian household, no thank you)! However, if the fact that Pidge is (canonically) still a teen bothers you, I can and will match you with someone else!

Appearance reason: most people do the whole “your freckles make constellations” thing, but Pidge said “nah, they’re compounds and mixtures lol” what a nerd. She’ll look for one that matches the formula for sugar just to say “hey, you’re pretty sweet”. Also, she feels the sunburn comment on a personal level bc she too is pretty much always burnt somewhere, it’s not fair.

Mentality reason: Pidge is no stranger to mental health disorders such as ADHD, anxiety, and depression. Whatever she can do for you, she’ll do, no questions asked. While she is more knowledgeable about the physical sciences, she can quickly pick up the psychological (and biological, but I think that’s a physical science) aspect of mental health disorders, and, if there’s something that she can make to help you, she will. One of those is definitely creating a portable mini-piano so you can tap away at that, using some energy and even creating a little music.

Introvert reason: Pidge is 100% definitely an introvert, and, while with the right company she might enjoy a party, she’ll tend to spend the night in. So, you two are pretty much aligned when it comes to those kinds of nights, you know? You just keep each other company, often in silence, and that’s more than enough.

Personality reason: Pidge is someone who has trouble relying on others. She’s so much of a “I can do this myself so watch me do it better than you” kind of attitude, and, while she’s amazing, even she needs someone whom she can rely on. Your personality tends to naturally bring that out of her. Before anything else, you two are best friends, and you’d do anything for each other. Because of that bond, Pidge feels able to come and talk to you about things that she really can’t with anyone else.

Hobby reason: Pidge is totally just in awe of your musical abilities even if you’re not as confident in them yourself. She loves listening to you playing the piano or even singing along quietly to whatever song is playing. With other people, Pidge prefers to work in the quiet (unless she’s discussing something or explaining something), but she loves to just hear you faintly in the background like a distant record player. ALSO, as the Guardian of Nature, she’s exploring new ways to connect with nature, so she’ll often accompany you whenever you’re going out to the mountains. She will most definitely be complaining for part of it because it’s too hot and there’re so many bugs, but she’ll always go because she loves spending time with you even if she can’t always keep up. Rivers and beaches aren’t necessarily her domain, but she still enjoys being in water (especially if she’s sweaty as frick from all of that walking). While you may be actually swimming, she’ll probably just be in the water, floating along somewhere… she does like the bonfire idea as it’s much less strenuous, and it’s fun to be with everyone whether that’s just you or the whole Voltron crew.

Education reason: lol, I had no idea what to call this so here ya go. Basically, Pidge adores your brilliance when it comes to anything that you’re interested in (in this case, geography and cartography). Especially if you’re drawing maps of the places that y’all visit through space, she’ll be there with papers and pencils and any drawing tools you might need. She just loves seeing how it all turns out in the end, especially since it’s like a mix of science and art and WOW you can do BOTH so well !! And she’s definitely a huge (?) help when it comes to procrastination. A little bit of a hypocrite sometimes because she tends to get distracted herself if it’s not something she’s genuinely interested in. But, she will definitely be there to help keep you on track if you’re losing focus or motivation, and she will also offer to help in any way, shape, or form that she can. She wants you to do your best but also not stress so much about it because, sometimes, imperfections are better than any perfect thing out there. Y’all also have a deal where you can switch off rambling about what you’re passionate about, it’s cute and wholesome 💕 you guys are literal best friends which is so nice to be with your significant other.

#THIS IS 10000 YEARS OLD I'M SORRY #also honestly #for any of the match ups #they're automatically adjusted to whatever age you are #i mean #they're cartoons y'all #shipping them together is one thing #but it's easy to adjust to your age imo #i mean i was 15 when the show came out #and 18 when it finished #i literally was pidge's age and then lance's by the end of the show #our ages change naturally but theirs don't unless we make them #anyway that's enough out of this old bat #match up #submission

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the-citrus-scale · 5 years ago

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Author Interview: holylangdon

If you’re into sexy characters with questionable levels of morality (and who isn’t?), look no further than the fanfiction of @holylangdon. She writes American Horror Story fanfiction, mostly about son of Satan Michael Langdon, in case you couldn’t tell from the name. We’re excited that she took some time out of this busy and spooky month to talk to us about writing!

How did you start writing fanfiction?

I think I wrote my first real fanfiction piece around mid-2016, and to be honest, it was just purely out of boredom. I remember making my account on Wattpad and beginning to draft the fic. It was a terribly rainy afternoon and I was home alone. I had read some fanfiction earlier that day and got a little idea that I actually really liked, and I had nothing better to do, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to just write a little bit of it down.

Over the next few weeks, that somehow evolved into a 20-something chapter AU fic about Luke Hemmings from 5 Seconds of Summer and a ghost girl [...] It actually (much to my surprise) got somewhat popular there for a little while, although, in hindsight, it was pretty awful. I think I have it saved on my old account there, but I haven’t looked at it since I took it down later that year, so I really don’t remember the plot at all. It was called “Figment,” though.

Anyway, I think it’s safe to say I’ve always had a bit of a flair for the paranormal, haha.

What about American Horror Story made you want to write fanfiction for it?

Good question! I think there are a couple main reasons, actually. I saw the Murder House & Coven seasons first, and I was pretty much instantly sold on all of it. It’s spooky, has a wide supernatural aspect to it. It’s also pretty dramatic and for the most part, it’s well-written. Most of the characters are very solid, the cast of actors and actresses portraying them are nicely chosen, and they characters themselves usually pretty nicely developed throughout each season. It just felt right to at least give it a shot, and then I fell down the rabbit hole.

What is your writing process like? Do you do a lot of planning and/or outlining? Do you write with music or TV on in the background?

I��m not really sure I have any real, legitimate process, to be honest. Usually when I feel like writing, I’ll go through the requests submitted by some of my followers first and see if anything jumps out. Most of the time I can piece together a few and make something nice out of them. If nothing seems appealing, then there’s pretty much always something else lurking around in my head. I always have a ton of fic ideas that I like and want to write, but never actually do, haha. And occasionally, I get one that just sticks, and won’t leave me alone until I sit down and write it. In fact, I’m actually working on one of those with the help of a close friend at the moment!

Kind of the same thing with outlining and planning. If it’s a requested fic, I’ll kind of just go with the flow and revise the little things as I write. But if it’s something of my own, like a longer, more detailed fic, I’ll definitely open up the notes app on my phone and jot down some ideas. Mostly quotes or lines that I’ve thought of and want to incorporate, ideas and talking points for it. I’m known to get distracted when I write, and having that note to reference is always nice and helps pull me back on track.

As for any sound in the background, it always depends on the fic itself. Never any TV, because I know I’ll probably get sidetracked and end up watching it instead of writing. But I always have some kind of music playing, even when I’m not doing any writing. If I’m creating something that I want to have a specific feeling, like some angst or something fluffy, I’ll put on something specific on to match what mood I want it to have. I’ve noticed that it’s usually sad, piano-heavy music or soft, acoustic versions of songs, respectively. If there’s no specific mood that I’m going for, I tend to just play some Hozier or Lewis Capaldi or something similar. Dermot Kennedy, too. Just calm, easy listening.

American Horror Story is an interesting show to write for because there’s a new story each season, and the actors usually play different characters each season. Does that affect your fanfiction at all? Why or why not?

Not really. I love having a fresh set of characters every season, regardless of who’s playing them! The more, the merrier!

How do you choose which characters to write for? What traits really make you want to write about a character?

I’ll write for almost any character, really. I love to challenge myself and find things that feel “new” to me. So if someone has a specific person in mind that they’d like to see something for, I’ll pretty much always give it a shot. There aren’t very many characters that I just flat out don’t write for, and they’re usually one of two things-- I either have difficulties getting their character just right and end up not liking what I’ve created, so I scrap it (Kai Anderson is a big one for me for this), or I just don’t like them and find myself uncomfortable writing for them. I wouldn’t really say there are any traits that 100% will make me write for a character, it’s just a sort of an organic attraction to them, I think. Hopefully that makes sense, haha.

You write series, one-shots, and headcanons. Do you have a favorite type of writing, or does that just depend on the story idea and your mood?

I would definitely say that it depends on how I’m feeling in general, and what I think looks best for the idea I’m working with. More often than not, ideas that wouldn’t be enough to make a good one shot or fic are simple enough to be condensed into a set of headcanons, or, conversely, something that I think will make a good series just isn’t enough and ends up being made into another thing. It’s a really flexible process, honestly, but occasionally I’ll get too ambitious and make a fic that ends up being the better half of 10k words long, so I’ll split it down into multiple parts for easier reading. That’s how my Love, Michael series came to be!

American Horror Story deals with a lot of controversial themes, so a lot of the characters are naturally controversial. Do you enjoy this aspect of writing in the fandom?

Surprisingly, yes. I feel like a lot of people would say no, but I definitely do, to an extent. There are a few characters that are a little too far out there for me to write for, personally, but it’s always very interesting to see how other fic writers tackle them, and vice versa. I like experimenting and playing around with different themes and situations and such, so I’m also pretty glad that we have a very, very wide range of characters to write with in terms of things that may typically be considered too taboo or controversial.

How do you come up with your story ideas?

As I said earlier, a lot of the time it’s just putting requests together and filling in the blanks or my crazy little whim ideas. Some of my friends are really amazing at helping me with fics, though. Whenever I’m running low on inspiration or ideas, they always come through and help me out. So, so many of my ideas have been inspired by them. Seriously, they’re pretty much honorary fic writers at this point, they’re just amazing. But whenever it’s not them helping me or either of the aforementioned things, it’s probably inspired or based on a song I’ve been listening to lately.

(P.S., I know the three of you are reading this! I love you guys! <3)

If you had to explain fanfiction to someone who didn’t know anything about it in one paragraph, what would you say?

Oh, I’m really horrible at explaining things […] I guess I’d say it’s a whole bunch of people having fun together & creating interesting, fun, sometimes very questionable content, usually in the written form, on the internet with characters from shows and movies that they like. Practically anything you can think of, I can guarantee there’s fanfiction of it somewhere. Everything exists somewhere. Hopefully that would do.

Is there any plot line American Horror Story hasn’t covered yet that you’d like to see in an upcoming season? Why?

Ooh! I love this question! I was really excited for a slasher/summer camp season like 1984. I love slasher films, and summer camps are always a good setting for something like that. Plus, the eighties are pretty fun. I’m very happy that they used that idea.

All in all, I think a wasteland-themed season could be interesting. I love thinking about the end of the world and what it would be like, and in Apocalypse, the world is made into a barren, horrifying wasteland filled with radiation and rubble with only a handful of survivors.

At one point in the season, Michael Langdon tells a story of a woman and her child covered in lesions as a result of their exposure to the nuclear fallout from the bombs, and at another, we see a small group of people above ground. A season focused on survivors of a situation like that has a lot of potential, in my opinion. I haven’t seen this idea mentioned a lot and the whole apocalyptic thing seems to be over with (for now?), so it probably won’t ever happen, but it’s definitely something to think about!

#author interview #author interview: holylangdon #holylangdon #author #writer #writer interview #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic writer #fanfic author #fanfiction author #fanfiction writer #american horror story #ahs #ahs fanfic

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paperback-writers-blog1 · 5 years ago

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The Secret

By: ModLennon & ModMcCartney

Rating: T

Pairing: John/Paul

Summery: Modern AU! John meets a boy with a secret, but will he ever find out what it is?

Chapter 2/?

Previous Chapter

Tags: @another-random-girl

With a few more goodbyes Ivan left them alone. Paul gave John a little smile then picked up the fork so he could actually start eating. It wasn't the best after sitting out for a few hours but he just didn't care. John watched him with a little smile, thinking for a moment before speaking again.

"So you're not gonna fall in love with Stuart, are you? Because most people do and I'm just here to warn you his looks don't make up for his wet mop of a personality." He was back to joking, very lightly gauging Paul's reactions. Paul blinked for a moment.

"Depends. Which one was Stu again?"

He had been so focused on John he hadn't really remembered much about the other two. It sounded mean, but all he cared about right now was John.

"The brooding one."

John was quite pleased, no matter how selfish it seemed, that Paul didn't even remember which was which.

"Alright..."

Though that didn't really help. Instead Paul got some more cake on the fork and held it up for John to eat. John didn't hesitate, happily taking a bite. He made a little noise of appreciation. Paul looked quite pleased at that and had some more. He slowly shared the piece between them not caring how intimate it looked or how they used the same fork. It all just seemed so right. As they ate, John started up the conversation again.

"So you said you draw, right? And play? Tell me more about that."

John felt such a strong urge to learn everything about Paul that he possibly could.

"Well... theres not much to say really. I ain't had trainin or... or really /show/ anyone..."

"What do you play?"

"Oh...well... dad tried to get me playin trumpet...coz he likes Jazz. But I didn't really get on with it. I can do it a bit but not amazingly. Anyway I managed to trade it in for a guitar an I had problems with that until I flipped the strings. I can also play a bit of piano. For my birthday I was thinking of asking for a bass to try something new." Paul got a little lost in his story. When he was done he bit his lip. "Sorry...ya didn't ask for that much information did ya?"

"I did, though. I wanna know those things," John smiled, looking like he truly meant it. "Ya said ya had ta flip the strings? So you're left handed?"

He looked down at the hand Paul was using to hold the fork, slightly confused. He'd been favouring his right hand all evening.

"Oh...yeah."

Although he was using his right hand, he wore his watch on on his right wrist. It was like he tried to hide the fact but some habits he just couldn't break.

"That's cool. We should jam together sometime," John enthused. "I play guitar and harmonica, and sing. I even write my own songs. I've been trying to get a band together for ever now, you should really join."

John was happy to latch onto any excuse to see Paul more, though this idea was particularly exciting. Paul frowned and looked away, not wanting to disappoint John.

"I... I don't really...play with people."

"That's okay. I can get ya comfortable playing with me first, then we can talk about the band." He grinned, unfazed.

"I might not be that good y’know."

"I'm sure you are," John insisted.

He just had a feeling. Paul was just shy, he was sure of it. Paul just gave a little shrug. He couldn't exactly argue with John.

"Dya fancy walkin outside?"

Paul was conscious they were just sat taking up a table after finishing the cake. Besides it was turning into a nice evening.

"Sure."

As long as they were still hanging out, John really didn't care where they were. Paul gave John a sweet little smile and stood up, leading him out of the cafe. While they walked Paul kept glancing in the direction of the docks. It was like he wanted to go but was scared to. John was so focused on Paul, he noticed pretty quickly where he kept looking.

"Have ya been out to the docks before?"

John really didn't know how well Paul knew the area. He sounded like he lived here his whole life, but that comment from before... John just wasn't sure.

"Huh? Oh...yeah. Quite... quite a bit actually."

Paul blushed realising he'd been caught.

"Dya wanna go out there now? The sun's gonna set soon, I bet that'll look really pretty over the water."

John didn't know why that was making Paul blush, but he was enjoying the little tinge of colour in his cheeks. Paul bit his lip looking like he was having a real mental battle. John looked like he really wanted to go. Besides the water was always still. And all the railings meant he wasn't exactly in danger of falling in.

"A... alright."

As they walked, John kept looking Paul over. He was so fascinated with him, and he couldn't help but feel Paul was keeping some secrets. Of course that only made John want to know those secrets even more.

"So ya said you're so sure we've never met, but you've been to the docks quite a bit.. ya sound like you were born an raised here.. how can you be so sure we never ran into each other in a record shop or a bus stop or even here at the docks?"

"Did ya go ta Stockton Wood or the institute?" Paul asked, not looking at John.

"Ah no, Dovedale and Quarry Bank." He frowned, "still we could've run into each other elsewhere."

"I doubt it." Paul paused. "Every holiday we.... we were in Ireland."

There seemed something off about how Paul said it. John frowned a bit deeper. He wasn't sure why, but he had the strangest sensation that Paul was lying.

"Alright."

He wasn't going to push too much right now. After all they had only just met, and maybe Paul had a good reason for lying. He didn't want to risk upsetting him. Paul was very quiet as they got nearer to the docks. Of course the water looked peaceful and despite being so unsure he seemed to relax the closer they got. As they entered the main arch on the left they passed a ramp, used to get boats in and out of the water. It was the only place with no railings. The concrete ramp just went straight into the water. Paul stopped and stared at the water, fighting some kinda urge. John stopped when he did, looking at him with a slightly confused expression.

"Okay, I can't tell if you're scared of the water or if ya really wanna go for a swim." He said with a little laugh, trying to break the sudden tension he felt radiating from Paul.

Paul jumped as John spoke as if he remembered he was there.

"Sorry."

He pulled himself away, watching the little carousel turning instead as a distraction. He needed to get his mind away from the water. He was fine. He wasn't going in. At one point he noticed the padlocks locked onto the chain railings, stretching for miles, each with the names of two people in love.

"There must be hundreds from around the world here." He commented seeing the rows. "Dya think they're all still together?"

John looked at the locks and shrugged.

"Probably most of them. I mean, you'd have to be a real romantic at heart ta do somethin like that, so I'm sure most would do whatever it took ta stay together. Though, I think Stuart has two locks somewhere from two different girls, so there's that as well."

"Oh."

Paul let go of the lock he had been looking at. He was quite a romantic at heart and he loved the idea of people so in love they leave a lock somewhere special. Maybe a first kiss or where they met. But it seemed they weren't that special after all. Were they just cheap ways guys got into girls pants?

"Sorry," John instantly felt bad for saying anything. "I mean I'm sure most of them are still together. Stuart is just a bit of a dick." He tried to explain.

"Yeah...but... I guess more often than not... I... I mean... they ain't like...in a fairy tale are they? S'just people tryin ta get laid if we're bein realistic."

Paul left the locks and turned to look out at the Mersey, his back to John, hugging himself a bit. Paul always daydreamed about relationships, but if he was honest with himself he would never actually have one. John came up behind him, hesitating for only a moment before wrapping an arm around Paul's waist. It was forward, but it felt like the right thing to do.

"I wouldn't say that. I'm sure there are quite a few of them that feel like they're living a fairy tale life with their partner."

Paul jumped and looked shocked that John was holding him like that, but he didn't move away.

"I bet it's nice."

John smiled, "I'm sure it is."

Paul looked a little down again. He glanced at John, unsure what to do. He carefully rested his head against Johns shoulder. Maybe just for a moment he could just pretend. John felt quite content like that, watching the sun set over the Mersey with Paul. It was crazy to him that less than twelve hours ago he didn't even know Paul existed.

"Paul..." he started softly, sounding a little unsure of what he wanted to say.

Paul looked up at John with those big eyes, not lifting his head off Johns shoulder.

"I really do feel like I've known you for years..." he nearly whispered.

Fuck, he had actual butterflies from this! John had never connected with someone this fast. It almost didn't feel real. Paul just gave a sad smile and looked away. It may feel like that to John, but to Paul it never would. Sure he felt the connection. It was too strong not to.

But Johns ignorance regarding certain, very important aspects of Pauls life was enough to keep Paul from thinking of John as always there.

John took that look to mean Paul disagreed. Maybe he was even uncomfortable with how forward he was being... fuck!

"Ah... its gettin a bit late isn't it? I should get you home..."

Paul looked down at that.

"Y... yeah I... I guess..." he said miserably.

He didn't really want the time with John to end. While he said he'd come around in Saturday, that seemed like forever away. John was having a hard time understanding Paul's mood. He seemed uneasy in general, and John couldn't tell if it was because of him or if it was because of whatever big secret Paul seemed to be keeping.

"Don't sound so miserable," John said softly with a kind smile. "I'll text ya as soon as ya close the door if ya gonna miss me that much." He teased.

Paul looked up and gave a little giggle at that.

"What if the weekend /never/ comes? An I never see ya again?" He joked.

"Hmm.. if ya really worried I /suppose/ I could stay the night." He answered with a very grave and serious expression. "I mean you're right, we could die in our sleep tonight and never get another chance to see each other. We should make the most of this, shouldn't we?"

He was mostly teasing, though a real part of him wouldn't mind staying with Paul, especially if that gave him a chance to explore Paul's room and record collection.

"You might not even be real! I might wake up an ya gone forever!" Paul pretended to look shocked.

John grinned at that.

"How can I prove that I am? Isn't there anything I can do?" His voice was a bit lower, a bit more suggestive at that.

"Well if I really made you up, you'd know all the things I know right?" Paul reasoned.

Despite saying they should go, they hadn't moved from the spot.

"That's true, which I don't, because its driving me crazy quite frankly." John looked him over, "C’mon Paul, tell me your secret. Have ya killed someone? Or done somethin /really/ embarrassing as a child? Or come from a weird family situation that ya don't want people knowin about?"

John was wracking his brain for things that would make sense for Paul to be weird and secretive about.

"Secret? Who said I had a secret? I was thinking like... my full name or my birthday."

Paul looked a bit spooked as John said that and quickly tried to cover it up. John could tell he had crossed a line, and whatever it was Paul just wasn't going to tell him yet. He gave an apologetic smile.

"Ah yes, those work too. Well I do know you're a Gemini so I'm gonna guess... June 2nd?"

Paul shook his head.

"Please don't say ya gonna go through each date one by one."

John laughed at that, "it would buy us more time if I did."

"Thats true. What if I don't tell ya the answer?"

"Then I guess I'll have ta find out some other way…"

"Liiiike...?"

Paul leaned closer watching John expectantly.

"Hmmm.. I dunno. I could just ask you nicely, I suppose. Would you tell me then?" John smiled, feeling the butterflies come back as he looked at Paul.

He was so cute, it was unreal.

"Depends how nicely. How badly do ya wanna know?"

"Its the one thing I want the most in this moment," John said quite seriously. "Are you gonna make me beg? Because I can beg."

He looked just about crazy enough to actually get on his knees and beg for Paul tell him. He didn't care that they were in public and it would look very silly and dramatic. Paul frowned.

"No... no I dont think I want /that/..."

"Well what can I do? What would you like from me in exchange for this information?" John asked with a sly little grin.

"What dya have?"

It was obvious what Paul wanted but he was shy.

John stared at him for a long moment before finally deciding what to do. He very gently lifted Paul's chin, hyper aware of how close they already were, as if they were magnets that couldn't break away. Very slowly, giving Paul a chance to pull away if he wasn't into it, John leaned closer to kiss him. Paul gasped, shocked that John actually did that. He wasn't too sure what to do, never having properly kissed anyone. John kept it very gentle and sweet, testing the water. He pulled back slightly with a giant smile.

"Now will you tell me?"

Paul paused just staring at John. He seemed a little stunned and breathless.

"18th..." he said weakly.

John grinned triumphantly. He leaned in again to press the same gentle kiss on Paul's lips, pulling away again after just a second to ask, "and your full name?"

Paul went weak again. His head was so muddled he was too swept away to resist.

"James Paul..." he said in the same weak voice.

John looked quite pleased with himself. It was almost too fun making Paul weak like that. He moved his hand up to stroke Paul's cheek.

"Well James Paul, born on the 18th of June... I'm happier than I can even put into words that I met you today..."

Paul smiled at john for a bit. He shook himself a bit.

"Hang on, that's not fair! You owe me some information about you now!"

John laughed at that, finding Paul's reaction quite cute.

"Okay okay, what would you like to know?"

"The same should be fine. You also owe me what your hobbies are, since ya know mine."

Paul realised he knew next to nothing about John, except he liked music.

"Mmm yeah alright. John Winston, birthday is the 9th of October. I sing, I write, I draw.. just your basic art student." He said dismissively.

He was much less interested in talking about himself. He wanted to know more about Paul.

"Art student??" Paul looked at him with almost admiration.

"Ah yeah, when I actually go to classes that is. Its not all its cracked up ta be. Too many rules." John shrugged. Paul sensed John didn't really enjoy that subject.

"So... Libra. Should I do one of them compatibility tests?" He joked pulling out his phone.

John grinned again. "If you don't then I'll just check when I get home tonight." He laughed.

Paul giggled and did a quick search. He read through the information making little mmm and oh noises. It was hard to tell from his face if they were good or bad. The anticipation was killing John. After a moment of this he couldn't wait any longer.

"Well? What's it say??"

He sounded just a bit anxious, hoping it wasn't anything too horrible. It was so hard to tell! Paul looked up, his face unreadable.

"Are ya sure ya wanna know?"

"It must be horrible, isn't it? Go on then tell me,"

John looked truly anxious, as if what some random site guessing about their compatibility based on their birthdays said actually made a difference in the connection they were experiencing. Paul held his phone up to read.

"When Gemini and Libra come together in a love affair, they enjoy a great relationship based on intellectual interests and mental agility. Dual-natured Gemini loves Libra’s balance, and Libra is always entertained by the chatty, brainy Twins. Libra loves art and beauty while Gemini loves the beauty of an idea, but these loves aren’t far off from one another. They can come up with all sorts of great ideas when they work together, and Libra has the get-up-and-go needed to put their ideas into action, a quality which Gemini tends to lack. In fact, in the birth of an idea Gemini is better at pontification than direction, but this is a valuable contribution to Libra’s mental process. Gemini is a Mutable Sign and Libra is a Cardinal Sign. Libra likes a position of leadership in a relationship. They most often come up with the date ideas, for example, and flexible Gemini’s happy to go along — as long as it’s okay to change their minds at the last minute. Libra tends to initiate things but has trouble finishing them; Gemini is so adaptable, they won’t mind switching gears on a moment’s notice and moving on to something else if Libra gets bored."

Paul looked back at John to see his reaction. The long and short of it seemed to be they were pretty damn compatible. Almost perfect. John took it in for a moment, letting the grin slowly return to his face.

"I thought as much. We're a perfect match."

It was strange to him, he had never been so forward before with anyone, but Paul was different. Whatever this was... it felt special.

"Yes but people aren't just their astrological sign now, are they?" Paul put his phone away. "What if I have a really annoying habit you just can't stand?" It had gone dark around them.

Paul hadn't really noticed, however he subconsciously wrapped his jacket around himself tighter as it got colder.

"I bet you have a lot of really annoying habits that I'll find adorable and endearing." John noticed him pull his jacket tighter and sighed, "cmon I better start walkin ya home." He again wrapped an arm around Paul's waist, pulling him closer trying to help keep him warm.

"If they're annoying, how could they be adorable or endearing?" Paul asked as they walked. He kept close to John, almost visibly shivering.

"Well its like... say its a decade from now and we're an old married couple, right? I like to sleep in, in fact, I /need/ to if i wanna function at all during the day. I bet you don't, though. I bet ya wake up bright and early every day ta get things off to a good start. So we're married and living together and I'm tryin ta sleep in but your damn alarm wakes me up at 7am every morning. Sure I'd be annoyed, but I'd also think it was really endearing and cute that you have ta wake up so early and get a good start to your daily routine. I'd also find the 'I'm sorry I woke you up again' coffee you'd make for me afterwards very enjoyable." John smiled as if this was the most normal thing in the world to say to someone he just met.

Paul stopped and raised his eyebrows.

"When we're married?"

"Hypothetically." John clarified, but his smile said a different story. He was quite confident that there was something special between him and Paul.

"Ya seem ta have it all planned out already." Paul mumbled, looking away sadly.

Paul knew he could never really get married. He knew that after watching what happened to Mary. And of course, he could never explain to John why. He was going to break his heart.

"Not everything. I just... Im good at knowing what I want." He tried to explain.

"Well sometimes things don't go how you want!" Paul yelled.

He seemed angry, but there were tears in his eyes. He couldn't handle knowing how ahead of himself John had gotten, and knowing he would destroy it all and wouldn't even be able to tell John why. He would never believe him.

"Oh.. shit Paul I'm sorry I.. I'm not tryin ta... look I shouldn't be so forward. I'm sorry if that made ya uncomfortable.." John frowned, not understanding.

Paul had seemed to be on the same page as him, so where had that outburst come from?

"No...ya don't understand! I... I gotta protect ya...I... I can't.... we can't..."

Paul couldn't say it, it hurt his heart to even think it. He tried running past John to get home.

Chapter 3

#McLennon #mclennon fic #John Lennon #paul mccartney #Modern au #modlennon #ModMcCartney

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sundaynightnovels · 5 years ago

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11/11/11

so i’ve been tagged by @kidsarentallwrite for this one, and @a-ray-of-moonshine , so i’ll be answering both here! thank you so much for thinking of me! <3 What song makes your OC go absolutely, batshit feral? okay i really don’t know the answer to this one, but hmmmm let me think . i think that zhen’s the sort to sing songs loudly and obnoxiously just to be an annoying ass and lu’d join her, and then yu(f) would be really mega pissed because she’s right in the next room trying to do some work when these two tone-deaf idiots are screeching their lungs out in the kitchen so yes, zhen & lu’s singing would make yu(f) go absolutely feral. anything they sing. i think the OTHER yu(m) would go absolutely feral when jun, being a lil piece of shit who likes to get on his nerves, sings songs about rain. because yknow, yu(m)’s name means rain. right now the song i’m thinking of is jay chou’s 听见下雨的声音 (which means, listen to the sound of rain falling) and jun would sing it whenever yu(m) tries to say something because of, yknow, the title. and then blatantly ignore whatever yu(m)’s trying to say. so yes, the two yu(s) lead very sad lives. please give them more love. (though i’d understand if you don’t, one is an Antisocial Edgelord and one is an Edgy Antisocial Lording Over Others . there’s a difference) What would your OC go on an hours long rant about given the opportunity? for shou? anything. absolutely anything. off the top of my mind, the sun (i’ve mentioned this so many times, don’t even ask), names (names have meanings to him!! why is zhen called zhen and teng called teng? why is he called shou??? a lot of them don’t share in his sentiments but he has Very Strong Feelings about it) lu is about his sad existence as a little boy who is starving on the streets. he’d say it often in the kitchen, when zhen is preparing some food. zhen would be about rising costs of living and capitalism and having to work when they’re dead and yu(f) being a loser who only wants to work and teng being a loser who can’t get any girls and about how life is meaningless and the only solace is sleep and jia would rant with her for the fun of it yu(f) would rant about zhen, yu(m) would rant about jun, teng would rant about love and loneliness and ren would run away. (yes that was a pun, if you got it please appreciate) Do your OCs have tattoos? If not, would they ever get a tattoo? Why or why not? i think i’ve answered this somewhere before??? not very sure . but yea anyway shou thinks it’s blasphemous but he would also consider one, zhen can’t be bothered, lu is a little kid WHAT ARE YOU ASKING FROM HIM teng is deathly afraid of the pain and it’s plainly obvious, jun isn’t scared of the pain but can’t be bothered either but also might already have one, you never know, yu(f) thinks it’s a waste of money, yu(m)... i feel like he might have one, not sure why. jia probably has one, some nice gorgeous insta-worthy one on her collarbone or on her back. ren probably has one but he keeps it hidden and no one knows about it. You bump into your OC on the street unexpectedly. How do you react? oh no. which one? if i catch shou in a distracted mood, i probably can get away without him yammering in my ears. if it’s zhen, i’ll probably get sued for something and she’ll try to extort something from me. probably the bubble tea in my hands, or the money in my wallet. probably. for lu he’d extort food. even if it’s in my stomach. yu(f) would be the one who bumps into me and continues marching off because she is a busy woman and ain’t got time for this. ren would probably apologise and yknow, be a normal, nice human being. yu(m) would just stare and maybe walk away, but he looks fierce so it probs looks like he’s glaring and i’ll be scared shitless. or be pissed, depends on my mood. teng would apologise a lot a lot and offer to get my things (even if i hadn’t dropped them) and be a sputtering mess because unfortunately i am Woman and he cannot deal jun would ignore probably. depending on his mood, might make some cryptic comment that’s slightly disturbing. or he’d be really charming . who knows? jia would also probably react like a normal human being. not the nicest, but normal anyway. Which vines best describe your OCs? i am a failure and i don’t really know vines If your WIP is ever adapted into another form of media, what form would you like? Film, television, comic, podcast? Any others? sitcom, probably. also considering the amount of talking they do, maybe podcast. definitely not film. there’s no plot here. maybe theatre, just for fun. What is your favourite part about writing? what are you talking about?? Is you got to have a conversation with your favourite author, what would you talk about? the only author i can think of now is rick riordan and i’d talk about how i appreciate that he’s just doing what he wants and making it fun for him and diversity and lame humour and stupid characters and all that crap Have any writing habits or quirks? don’t write enough to have some. HAHA just kidding i have many many run-on sentences but i need them for RHYTHM and BEAT and FEELING you know???? long sentences are my jam and they help create music structure in writing do NOT TAKE THEM AWAY FROM ME also use oxford commas. sue me. What do you prefer: dialogue or action? stupid banter-ish dialogue. evocative atmospheric-ish contemplation and inner musings no one acts. Who is the first Writeblr you followed? Do you remember why you followed them? i really don’t know! sorry! --

1. Is there a trope you never get tired of? characters who share One brain cell. family. long rambling stories that go nowhere really bad humour yes some of these are not tropes, i am aware.

2. Who is your least favorite character in your WIP? Why? gasps!!! okay so let’s go down the list, i hate shou because he’s annoying as hell and he talks so much he himself gives 4k worth of dialogue in a single chapter, i hate zhen because she doesn’t do or admit to anything and trying to figure her out is like trying to get a worm to walk on two feet, i hate lu because he only talks about food and be a dirty lil kid, i hate ren because he is too nice and doesn’t think for himself, i hate teng because he gets easily bullied and he also talks too much for no damn reason, i hate jun because he keeps himself too deep and it’s impossible to get him to do anything serious, i hate yu(f) because she only works and literally there’s nothing to describe in her boring one bedroom can she get out of her room already, i hate yu(m) because i still don’t know him well enough after all these months, i hate jia because somehow i keep forgetting her in these tag games even though her presence is Big in the wip yup there you go. they’re all my least favourite.

3. Let’s say I’m planning to visit the setting of your WIP for a weekend. What should I take with me? What are the most important things for me to know beforehand? Which of your characters should I ask to be my guide? uh. i’d just say Don’t. don’t visit. it’s not a good thing, you can’t choose to visit anyway, you can’t take anything with you because yknow, well there’s this little chinese saying i kinda abide by for this wip and i’m lazy to type it out now but it was in my previous chinese mytho au drabble so yea also. guide????? maybe the safest might be ren, but also not really. hm. if you want an enthusiastic little puppy, choose shou. but he might talk your ears off and annoy you so you know, pick your poison 4.Beginning, middle, or end—which is the hardest for you as a writer?

middle

5. Which is more inspiring for you: music or visual art?

music!

6. Do you have any other creative interests and hobbies besides writing?

lol i have no interests okay really. hm. i used to draw a little bit but i’ve stopped, used to play piano but i’ve stopped, used to play cello but i’ve stopped. so yea, really, nothing much.

7. How close is your WIP now to what you were expecting it to be when you just started?

i’ve finished the first draft since the start of the year, which is great and i totally didn’t expect it! .... am barely into the second draft though, so that’s a bummer. you see, this is why sometimes you shouldn’t get achievements. once that one milestone is reached you just lie down there at the rest stop and never get up.

8. What are your plans for when you finish your WIP? Traditional publishing? Indie publishing? Putting it online for others to read for free?

traditional probs, because i don’t trust myself enough to do it on my own and i have little visual sensibilities so the cover would be hella ugly. also like, not even sure if traditional publishers would want my odd little plotless thing, but yknow, i like it.

9. Your MC is here. On your doorstep. Planning to spend the day with you. Oh, and they know you’re the author responsible for everything that’s going on in the story right now. Are you expecting it to be a nice conversation, or do you maybe want to run and hide? :D

thank god i consider my MC to be shou instead of zhen. oh yea he’ll have lots of questions and he’ll poke at my brains a lot and he’d be hella noisy and also he’ll be sweating a lot because of his clothes and long hair, but still thank god it’s shou for the rest of them, i’d run and hide in the bottom of the ocean.

10. Name a song that could be your villain’s personal anthem.

eh. there’s no villain. if you consider the author to be the villain though hMMM i have favourite songs but no personal anthems, sorry

11. Is there anything you would never, ever write a story about, even if you were offered a large sum of money to do so?

eh. probs something like a law drama-ish thing. too many long words and complex jargon, not my kinda thing.

>> i’ll be tagging @coffehousecreations @bookenders @aslanwrites @rktho-writes @bahay-kubo @aloonycynic @arte-muse @elliswriting @mvcreates @inkpot-dreamer @dc-writes and here are my questions (which i think are pretty interesting heh feel free to do it and tag me even if i haven’t tagged you for it!) 1) your wip is now set in percy jackson’s world (if you don’t know, it’s just a bunch of monsters from greek mythologies chasing after young kids who have powers. we’re assuming your OCs are all demigods here, so they have powers and are being chased). who would be the one flailing and crying for help? who would be the one standing in front and thinking of a solution? who would be the first one eaten and who would be the one to survive till they reach camp? 2) after barely escaping percy jackson’s world, they’re now thrown into harry potter. the dementors are everywhere. what are the bad memories that these dementors draw from your OCs? how do they react to it? (don’t worry, they’re saved before being given the kiss. somehow.) 3) they’re now plopped into the good place. who is in the good place, and who is in the bad place? (for those who don’t watch the show, well. i think this naming speaks for itself) 4) ah, bummer. some misfiling of paperwork from the higher-ups, sorry. your OCs are once again alive and kicking, but then things happen again and well, they’re in marvel and the Snap has just happened (i.e., people have suddenly disappeared into dust after an event and no one knows what happened to them). assuming individual scenarios for your OCs where each of them are the only one left in the group, how would they react and what are their coping mechanisms? 5) and then the Blip happens and everyone is back, after five years! hurray! once again, assuming individual scenarios for your OCs where each of them are the only one left in the group, and then everyone suddenly returns like nothing’s happened, how would they then react to this change of scenario? how do they adapt? 6) all is well for a while, until The Fire Nation Attacked. who runs away and hides in isolation? who joins the colonising forces? who attempts a rebellion? who concedes defeat and lets the enemies in? 7) alright, now let’s give your OCs a break. they’re back in school and it’s high school musical! which typical high school cliques are each of them in and why? 8) now we’re in deadpool and it’s time to break the 4th wall and change the focus to: the author. what kind of jokes / things do you want to include in your wip but can’t seem to, maybe because of genre restrictions or age restrictions or it just, well, doesn’t fit? (ryan reynolds would say to include it all anyway, but yknow, that’s because he has money) 9) following the ryan reynolds thread, what is the one most indulgent thing you’ve done in your writing / would do in your writing? 10) who is your favourite friends member and why? (this is important okay? to those who haven’t watched friends... i can’t really give you much of an explanation for this one and more importantly -- why??) 11) this is the end! what is the stupidest thing you’ve done in your / with regards to your writing? it can literally be anything -- a stupid spelling mistake, gaping plot hole, printing it out for a friend to read and missing a page, you can really go crazy with your answer here. okay thanks for reading this massive chunk of text and good day everyone!

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Shall we Date? Lost Alice Part 20 - Wayne Blouse Route

I’m most interested in Wayne for this story arc so let’s hope he’s not disappointing! Anyway, it’s off to a good start, heroine seems to trust him because she knows that he’s got the power to resort to violence (after knocking out the two guys that tried to get into Alice’s residence) but he chose to politely ask if he could speak to her about arranging for her to reside with King Theophilus. I do feel the respect haha. Lmao I didn’t think Wayne was the type to distract the enemy (Gil wants Alice) with random lies like she’s actually his fiancee and not Alice and then taking advantage of Gil’s momentary shock lol. It was so nice when the heroine convinced Wayne to sit down with them for teatime since she didn’t want this weird ranking business since she doesn’t think she should compare to a king, and they should all just have fun lol.

Lmao when she went to walk around town with Wayne and then realised she had no money, so she asked if she could get a job at the castle hahahaa. It was so cute when Wayne laughed at that, and then bought her a music box to thank her for making him laugh🤣 Gotta agree with the heroine that Maryanne and Wayne are a good looking pair of siblings haha! So glad that Theo and the red king guy saved Wayne and Maryanne from that Earl that was mistreating them, I guess that’s why Wayne is absolutely obedient towards Theo even if he doesn’t want him to be like that. It’s so nice to see Wayne play the piano, and it’s so cool that the song she wants to record for that music box he bought for her is him playing the piano~ I can’t believe Wayne actually lied at the party that Theo wanted to see her, just so she could rest from having to speak to so many random people! With the fact that his duty is to be a butler and have absolute obedience to Theo, it’s really sweet to see that the heroine is important enough to make him worry about her and even lie to protect her. I found it very sweet. Seeing all the royals etc praise Wayne’s piano playing was nice~ even better when Maryanne took photos of Wayne and then she even took photos of the heroine to give to Wayne later haha, such a great sister!

Oh, so like Frederick, Eugene operates through dreams. He’s been allocated to watch over and examine the dreams of the people in Wonderland and prevent the dangerous ones from affecting the real world. And yet for some reason, he’s gone into dream mode himself now and can’t wake up? And now he’s become the guy that’s a danger and affecting Wonderland, kinda ironic huh… It’s to the point that it can even change Wonderland itself into a dream? Hmm can’t the Spinner of Tales do something about it if he’s the one allocating these annoying roles lol. But yeah, I loved how Maryanne knew of Wayne’s feelings, and I agree with her, the only time Wayne really feels human is when he is with the heroine or when he plays the piano, you can really tell that he thinks for himself during those times instead of thinking of how he should act as a butler. I also found it really cute that both Wayne and the heroine wanted a photo of the other from Maryanne, and that was also a part of how they confessed their feelings for each other, really cute~ Lmao when the heroine asked Wayne if she was cute and he said she was, and that he never thought to mention it because he thought it was so obvious hahaha, that’s so adorably sweet.

I’m not sure I really understand what Eugene hopes to achieve by having Wonderland consumed as a dream? So, if they dream, they don’t need to be forced to do their roles anymore? That doesn’t solve the problem, and can they really dream forever anyway? Even if they can dream, their bodies would be vulnerable? I guess it was a crucial question for the heroine to ask Wayne - how he felt about life now, did he really want to continue being a butler or did he actually want to become a pianist. He answered in a typical fashion, but I think it was fitting that he prefers the way he is now as the person that came to love her and as the person she came to love too. He wouldn’t be the kinda stoic but genuine guy if not for it~ I guess I never really thought about it from the heroine’s perspective. I guess, she’s right. Just as dreams that come true are important, dreams that don’t come true are important as well because they allow you to overcome the sadness and become who you are now, you can grow stronger by getting past it all and acknowledging that even if that dream didn’t come true, you can still enjoy being you.

I’m not sure if this arc is just weak or they’re saving everything for Eugene’s route to properly solve, but the heroine figuring out things for herself and saying a few words to Eugene stopped him from continuing to cause his dream to consume Wonderland but he still refuses to wake up was just…so superficial? Like, there’s nothing about this arc that is appealing? Nothing about it makes me really worried or concerned, nothing makes me feel anything about it. Like, the Another Alice arc was weak as well, but the idea of Allen having to carry that role etc was something I could feel for, whereas for Eugene, I’m nearly done with two routes but I feel nothing for him or this arc, so yeah frankly this plot is really boring. But anyway, it was quite cute how Wayne proposed to her in a normal kneel down with ring way~ He just came to her world and he’s already doing these things haha. The heroine is right, a lot of people are forced to give up on their dreams for many reasons, but that isn’t the end of their lives, a lot of people have found things more important than their dreams or even found new dreams they want to chase after instead. There are a lot of things in life and sometimes if we get too fixated on one thing, it’ll make us think we won’t like any other things.

Overall, Wayne’s route was pretty nice. I definitely liked it more than Theo’s haha. I guess to me, it felt very calming? It was slow paced but surprisingly not boring (in terms of the relationship) and I think they bonded very naturally by spending time together and encouraging each other with their stories and principles as a person. I enjoyed it because it felt very soothing haha. Plot was shoved to the side as usual but I think they did kinda integrate it with the idea of dreams and Wayne not fulfilling his yet being satisfied with his current life because even if he couldn’t fulfill it, he enjoyed his life as it was and liked his current job. It may not have been his dream, but he enjoyed it and he could still play the piano whenever he wanted to. To him, I guess being happy was more important?

#lost alice #shall we date lost alice

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