#And I've been meaning to tell you I think your house is haunted Your dad is always mad and that must be why

[vodena]

seven by taylor swift just hits different after rereading the raven cycle i mean it's about all of them but especially gansey and adam

[graveyarrdshift]

I swear, but if I ever get the chance to attend The Eras Tour and hear Seven with thousands of other people, I'll probably cry my eyes out

[kassadeen]

i had an absolutely novel idea to replace "dad" with "mum" in taylor swift's lyrics in seven and i may just scratched my own wound back open 🥴

[urfavfandomles]

i haven't been okay since my friend told me she thinks about me every time "seven" by taylor swift is playing

[equippedtolove]

@marauders-bs I told you I'd write it so you get a lil microfic now

seven - a wolfstar microfic

Sirius faces the dormitory window, eyes full of unshed tears as he looks out onto the Hogwarts grounds. Walburga had sent yet another letter to him, filled with hurt and anger and disdain. He pretends it doesn't bother him, but it makes him feel like shit.

Suddenly, he hears light footsteps behind him, and then a press of a kiss to his shoulder. "Hey, Pads," Remus murmurs into his skin. "You alright?"

"Fine..." Sirius whispers sadly. "Just another letter."

Remus frowns and wraps his arms around his boyfriend. "Oh love, do you want to lay down, maybe?"

Sirius turns and tucks his head into the crook of Remus' neck, sighing softly. "Yes, please... would you mind if you sang to me? I love your voice."

Remus plants a kiss on Sirius' hair. "Of course, baby."

They settle down on Remus' bed, curled up against one another with heaps of sheets and blankets on top of them. Remus places his chin on Sirius' head, while the latter inhales the musky scent of Remus' neck. Remus hums quietly, singing low and gently into Sirius' hair. "And I've been meaning to tell you, I think your house is haunted, your dad is always mad and that must be why..." Sirius smiles against Remus' throat, nuzzling into it lovingly.

And I think you should come live with me, and we can be pirates, and you won't have to cry, or hide in the closet,

and just like a love song, our love will be passed on.

hope you like it!!

[itsdelicate]

i’ve seen people interpreting this line from ‘seven’: “And I've been meaning to tell you I think your house is haunted, Your dad is always mad and that must be why” both ways, so

[colemorrison]

'And I've been meaning to tell you. I think your house is haunted'

The words scattered on sticky notes across your floor? What did it mean?

'Your dad is always mad and that must be why and I think you should come live with me'

It was his hand writing.. Was he asking you to move in with him? That was a stupid question even if you only said it in your head.

"Come live with me. I will cook. I will clean. I.. I will treat you as you should be treated, because I love you."

"Ramattra.. I couldn't."

"You can. Run away with me."

'And we can be pirates, then you won't have to cry or hide in the cupboard'

"You mean it?"

"Would I ever lie to you my dear?"

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@ya-zz

[etherrealsx]

The Bridgerton couples as Taylor Swift songs

Daphne & Simon: Haunted

"Come on, come on, don't leave me like this. I thought I had you figured out. Something's gone terribly wrong, you're all I wanted. Come on, come on, don't leave me like this. I thought I had you figured out. Can't breathe whenever you're gone, can't go back now I'm haunted."

Anthony & Kate: The Great War

"We will never go back to that bloodshed, crimson clover, the worst was over, my hand was the one you reached for all throughout the Great War. Always remember we're burned for better, I vowed I would always be yours, 'cause we survived the Great War."

Benedict & Sophie: Enchanted

"This is me praying that this was the very first page, not where the storyline ends. My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again. These are the words I held back as I was leaving to soon. I was enchanted to meet you."

Colin & Penelope: You Belong With Me (🥹)

"Dreaming 'bout the day when you wake up and find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time. If you could see that I'm the one who understands you, been here all along so why can't you see, you belong with me."

Eloise & Phillip: seven

"I've been meaning to tell you I think your house is haunted, your dad is always mad and that must be why. I think you should come live with me and we can be pirates, then you won't have to cry, or hide in the closet, and just like a folk song, our love will be passed on."

Francesca & Michael / Michaela: I Almost Do

"I bet you think I either moved on or I hate you, 'cause every time you reach out there's no reply. I bet it never ever occurred to you, that I can't say hello to you and risk another goodbye. And I just want to tell you, it takes everything in me not to call you, and I wish I could run to you, and I hope you know that every time I don't, I almost do."

Hyacinth & Gareth: I Can See You

"I can see you in your suit and your necktie, pass me a note saying "meet me tonight", then we kiss and you know I won't ever tell. And I can see you being my addiction, you can see me as a secret mission, hide away and I will stop behaving myself."

Gregory & Lucy: Speak Now (duh)

"I hear the preacher say speak now or forever hold your peace. There's the silence, there's my last chance, I stand up with shaky breath all eyes on me. Horrified looks from everyone in the room but I'm only looking at you."

[diasslim]

PART ONE HERE

A/N: Maybe I will turn this on a series or just finish on part 3, idk, what you guys think?

Warning: Couple fights; slight swearing; mentions of abuse; angst

Family Problems - 2/?

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You couldn't sleep for the next few days. You didn't let Halie sleep on her own bedroom alone. You were afraid your father would came in angry ready to beat Marshall or the two of you.

Marshall made clear to you that if your father even thought of get in your house again he would make him regret all of his life choices.

You knew he would be there protecting the both of you. But when he leaves? Who is there to protect you and your girl.

But you also couldn't forget about your mother. Her and your dad's relationship is the reason your fear him too much. They loved you before you started dating Marshall, you three were almost a perfect family, but he used to beat your mother. How many nights you locked yourself in your bedroom wishing and praying for your mom to stop screaming, for your dad to be more lovely to her. It made your heart aches.

"I can't believe you're letting me here alone with your father because you slept with that shit boy!"

"Mom! It's not my fault that dad beats you!"

"But will be your fault when I die because of him. How can you do it to me?"

The fight you had with your mother still haunts you. You thought you were over it but no. Her tears, your tears, the look on her face never changed. The fear in her eyes never go away.

"Mommy..."

Your little angel walks to you, pinching your nose and letting out a smile just for you. She is your angel. The one that made you realize you needed more air to breath because you used to suffocated.

"What is it, sweetheart? Can mommy help you?"

She laughs and presses her lips to your forehead – you were sat by the floor.

"Mommy."

"Yes... Mommy, sweetheart."

You kissed her back on the forehead caressing her cheek and petting her hair before she could run excitedly to the front door that just had been open by Marshall.

"Daddy! Daddy!"

"Hey, cutie. Greeting daddy at the door? You are more lovely over me than your mom."

You chuckle as he takes her in his arms and sits next to you, tickling her belly before letting Halie go so she can go back to drawing on the messy pile of papers on the floor.

"What you've thinking about, babe?"

He kisses your cheek, your nose before kissing your lips in a long but soft kiss – there are kids on the room.

"Everything that happened on the last week."

He lets out a groan of annoyance.

"I've already said that I'ill be takin care of that, (Y/N)! Can't you understand?"

"It's not about me being scared of my father showing up. But about my mother. She was so... afraid."

He close his eyes before letting out a sigh and embracing you tightly, putting your head on his chest and kissing the top of your head.

"We can't do nothing about it, babe."

"We could bring her to stay here for some nights... Maybe persuade her on getting a divorce..."

"The same lady who almost fainted when you told her you were pregnant before marriage?"

"Well, people can change."

"In a year? I don't think so."

"Marshall, it's my mother! If she was-...! Forget it."

"No. Say it! If she was who!?"

You get up, getting out of his embrace and crossing your arms infront of him. He gets up also and makes a face of irritation.

"No one! Forget it!"

"You were about to say but then you got all bitchy like that! Tell me!"

"If she was your mother wouldn't you help her!?"

He scoffs. Not believing your words. But he also doesn't look surprised. He knew what you meant you first refused to keep talking.

"Marshall, you know I don't mean in this way. Please-!"

"No. Shut the fuck up! Just because daddy is getting protective all over again you have no say in my past, do you understand!?"

"No, I don't. He's not protecting no one! He is hurting my mother like he always did but now I'm not there to help her after!"

"If you truly wanted to still be there watching your mom getting beaten why did you open your legs for me then!?"

You let out a loud gasp. From all people you would expect this type of insult Marshall wasn't in the list.

"Don't tell me what I did wrong because I couldn't just open my legs and get pregnant by myself! If it was a mistake you also have some fault!"

"Now you're dropping it on my back!? Do you remember the skirt you were wearing?"

"And do you remember how many alchool you drank?"

The fight continues for some long minutes before you two start to hear a low cry on the other side of the living room. Halie was hid behind her doll, probably afraid of the screams.

You looked at Marshall and he looked back at you. You kneeled down and took her on your arms, caressing her back and telling her everything was OK. Marshall joined the both of you and hugged you two, his arms resting on your waist, kissing the top of Halie's head.

"I'm so sorry..."

"I'm sorry too."

You tell him, looking at his guilty eyes, sharing a kiss as the girl closes her eyes to sleeo on your arms, feeling safe on her parents warmth and love.

In that moment the only thought that stick to your mind was: "God, how I wish we could've just hugged eachother after every fight."

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[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Can you write HC about bill kaulitz dating a fem reader with daddy issues? ( sorry guys, it’s my dads fault ) thank you! 💗🙏

(I've been trying to post this but it souldnt let me 😭)

Seven

And I've Been Meaning To Tell You, I think Your House Is Haunted

"(Name), you have to understand!" Bill tried to reason with you as he followed after you.

"Understand what?! That you think my dad's a bad guy?!" You whipped back around, yelling back like Bill was crazed for even having the thought.

"How is he not?!" Bill exclaimed, yelling as he tried to get his own point of view across to you.

"Because! He's my dad! You don't have a right to say that!" You stated, poking Bill in the chest as you yelled, fed up and wanting to hear none of it.

"Seriously, after everything he's put you through you're gonna defend him! He's not a good dad!" Bill has enough, grabbing your wrist gently not to hurt you but to stop you from poking him.

"Yes, he is!" You denied, tugging back your hand from his as you refused to acknowledge what was in front of you.

"How can you say that?!"

"Because, Bill! He's my dad!" You yelled back, your voice cracking as your eyes filled with tears.

"He's my dad. He- he just gets angry sometimes. It's not his fault, it's mine." You stated, sniffling as a sob broke through and you wiped your tears.

Bill's expression softened as he saw you trying to hug yourself, shelving the argument for now.

Bill took your arms from around yourself, replacing them around his waist as he held the back of your head and hugged you.

"He's not a bad guy…he's my dad. I love my dad…" you mumbled into his shoulder through your tears and sobs, clinging to Bill's shirt.

"I know, I know you do." Bill nodded, kissing the side of your head as he held you.

"He loves me too, right? He has to." You almost begged, looking up at Bill for an answer as you did your best to remain intact and keep the image of how the little kid you used to be looked at her dad.

Your Dad's Always Mad And That Must Be Why

Bill was woken up abruptly, barely past two AM before he sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes.

He looked over to the window, the source of the intense tapping. He was about to freak, or yell for them to go away before he paused, seeing your apologetic and sheepish smile in his window.

Bill sighed, giving you a small and reassuring smile as he threw his legs over the bed, his feet hitting the cold floor as he went to open it.

"Sorry…" you mumbled, slipping through as Bill held your hand and helped you.

"It's fine." Bill smiled teasingly, using his hand that held yours to tug you into a hug, knowing you needed it more than him.

He kissed your forehead, feeling the way your fingers idly messed with the fabric of his shirt before he pulled away, watching as you guided yourself to his bed

"What happened now?" Bill asked, sitting on the edge as you slid into the covers. He watched the light happiness you held drain from your eyes, replaced with a frown.

Bill's own frown made its way, he tapped your chin for you to look at him as he saw you look away.

"Your dad?" He asked, hearing your silence and the way you looked away, and knowing his answer now.

Bill sighed, moving to sit next to you, sliding into the comforter himself as he laid down, immediately feeling the weight of your head on his chest as his fingers raked through your hair.

"Same old. He got mad…mama and him argued. I left." You mumbled out, eyes almost closed as you held onto Bill's side like it was your lifeline.

"It's okay." Bill said once more, having to say it more to you than anyone else in his life, but he was okay with that.

"It'll be over as soon as it starts. Don't gotta worry. You can stay with me…" Bill said, feeling you nod against his chest as he looked down to see your tired eyes.

Bill laughed softly, running his nails softly against your back and under your shirt, kissing your head once more as your eyes shut.

He couldn't help but wonder though. What did you do to deserve defending someone even if they didn't deserve it?

And I Think You Should Come Live With Me

"Live with you?" You asked, smiling and almost laughing with the suggestion.

"Why not?" Bill asked, head in your lap as you threaded your fingers through his rarely, gel free hair.

"You know I can't." You mumbled, shaking your head as Bill sighed, using his hand to knit his fingers with yours that was thrown over his stomach.

"You can…you don't need to feel guilty." Bill answered, kissing your knuckles as you frowned, looking away from his eyes as he tried to look into yours.

"My siblings need me and so does my dad…I'm sorry." You ended, sighing as you shook off the tears that almost fought through, wanting nothing more than to just do it.

But you couldn't.

Bill sighed as well, putting the conversation away for the next time as he chose to look up at you from your lap, placing his palm to your cheek as he ran his thumb over your cheek.

You smiled as he did so, and Bill mimicked it.

At least now he had you, right?

And We Can Be Pirates

"I'll save you, (Name)!" An eight year old Bill cried, a fake goatee on his chin along with a made up pirate costume, wielding a plastic sword.

"You won't get through me!" Tom said, fake fighting back his brother onto the ground.

"Noo! I must save them!" Bill cried dramatically, tackled by Tom onto his back as he reached out, you sitting on the grass completely undisturbed.

"I kinda like it here." You shrugged, picking at the flowers.

"That's not the line, (Name)!" Bill and Tom broke character, causing you to roll your eyes before you dramatically put the back of your hand to your forehead.

"Oh, no! Somebody help me!" You cried out in a high pitched voice.

"I will!" Bill tried, only to hear the snap of plastic.

"I think your sword broke..."

"Tom!"

Then You Won't Have To Cry

Bill sat across from you, using his thumb once more to wipe the tears caused by someone who should be wiping them.

Your dad.

"This is so pathetic, I mean, why am I crying?" You laughed at yourself, doing your best to wipe your own tears so as to not show Bill you actually had the ability to cry.

Crying in front of someone was foreign, something you learned to never do unless you wanted something to cry about.

Something you learned from your dad.

"You have a right to cry. Your dad wasn't right in what he said…" Bill reassured, finishing his job as he moved to sit next to you, moving to fiddle with your fingers.

"Well, that's my dad for you." You faked enthusiasm, fake jazz hands and you laughed softly once more, but Bill could hear the sniffles in your tone.

Bill sighed, leaning to kiss the side of your head.

You said nothing more, comforted by the silence.

Bill knew that you meant well, for everyone, at least. Everyone but yourself.

Bill tried to get you to be able to treat yourself better, to be selfish and leave and be with him and actually happy, away from your dad's ways.

But Bill couldn't do it anymore, you wouldn't even accept it.

So Bill would just sit there, a comforting hand and shoulder as he tried to get through.

And Bill would always be there, until he did get through.

Or Hide In The Closet

Bill leaned against the closet door, having snuck in through the open window as he actively ignored the yelling of your parents.

He knocked thrice with his knuckles before softly tapping once, a small little indication it was him.

No words came from inside, but Bill stepped back as he felt the soft knock back, your foot opening one door quickly before it diverted back.

"Hi..." Bill mumbled, a bare smile on his face as he slipped in. You glanced up at him, pressed up against the wall with your knees to your chest.

Bill frowned at your silence, but knowing he wouldn't get much more, he sat next to you. Shoulder to shoulder, back to the wall.

He could only revel in the silence, frowning more so at your sniffles but reveling in the fact you called him, not anyone else.

He also reveled in how you put your head on his shoulder and let him wrap an arm around yours, letting you breath in the cologne you got him.

And just like a corny love song or folk song, the boy sat with the girl for however long she needed.

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[perseephoneee]

have yourself a merry little christmas (jamie tartt x f! reader) ficmas 2023

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ happy day 1 of ficmas!

prompt: you and jamie are forced to participate in a holiday talent show

a/n: feeling very sad bc i'm not at i was feeling festive in mystic falls but this made me feel slightly okay. i wish this was better but i hope it's okay though *cries* also here are the videos i was referencing throughout this fic video 1 video 2.

↳ masterlist  ↳ ship exchange ↳ taglist ↳ ficmas 2023

You're still determining whose idea it was to have a holiday talent contest with the Richmond team, but whoever it was had your most profound hatred. Not because you wouldn't enjoy watching the team make fools of themselves, but because now you were pressured to participate.

It happened about a week ago when you stayed late at the facility. You stayed late to finish a project for Rebecca and noticed later how low the sun had gotten. Peering out your window, you swore over the passing sunset. Fatigue plagued you, and you knew you'd probably just pass out in bed when you got home. Deciding to freshen yourself up, you ventured downstairs to the kit room, where you knew Will kept extra towels. You just wanted to wash your face, waking up your bleary eyes for the road. As you entered the room to grab a towel, you could hear voices from the showers.

Should you have walked into the men's room? Probably not. But you were always curious, and you were already in the room by the time you felt any hesitancy. Peering around one of the corners, you could hear the soft sounds of singing coming from one of the stalls. The raining water dampened the sound slightly, but it didn't suppress the beauty of the voice you heard.

"Birds flying high, you know how I feel..."

Whoever was singing sounded like an angel. You didn't even know that any of the boys were singers, but now you were more than intrigued. You got lost in the singing, your back pressed against the tile wall, to the point that you were late to notice the sound of the shower turning off. Snapping out of your reverie, you waited until said player left to compliment their singing. Of course, said player ended up being Jamie Tartt.

"What the hell, Y/N!" Jamie swore, a hand held over his heart as he came around the corner and saw you.

"Why didn't you tell anyone you could sing?" You slouched off the wall, arms crossed, as you looked at Jamie with a sly smile.

"Why'd you got to hide in the men's bathroom like that?" He looked at you with furrowed brows, a slight blush coating his cheeks. You had never caught Jamie off guard before, and it made butterflies dance in your stomach. Having a crush on Jamie was a given; anyone with eyes could see how gorgeous he was. The difference is you've had the pleasure of seeing him grow.

"Does anyone else know you can sing?" You inquired.

"No, I keep that to me-self," Jamie mumbled, shoving his hands in his shirt and avoiding eye contact.

"You have a beautiful voice," you said smallly. "See you around, Tartt." You walked out of the bathroom, leaving him behind as you daydreamed about Jamie's voice all the way home.

The next day was when he got payback. Office days can be extremely long and tiring; sometimes you just like to hunker down with some tea and focus on finishing your work. You had your door closed, feet curled up under you as you worked on finishing your reports. You sang softly to yourself to pass the time.

"I've been meaning to tell you, I think your house is haunted; your dad is always mad, and that must be why."

Jamie burst in the door, finger pointing at you and expressing I-got-you-now.

"Bloody hell," you swore, jolting back and almost knocking over your tea.

"Well, well, look, whos been keeping a secret?" Jamie smiled, sauntering over to your desk. You gave him a pointed glare.

"Were you eavesdropping?"

"Maybe," He said, his accent making it sound like 'may-bay.'

"Have you heard of privacy?" You sighed.

"Have you?"

"Touche," you smiled. Jamie was still looking at you, as expected. You gestured for him to spit out whatever he wanted to say. "Spit it out."

"You'll see soon enough," Jamie cooed, walking backward from your office. You didn't trust whatever he had up his sleeve, which was proven later by Ted bounding in with his usual enthusiasm. You liked Ted; he was unbelievably kind and hilarious, but you were pretty suspicious when he came in with a shit-eating grin.

"Y/N! I'm so excited to hear the news," he smiled, hands in his pockets.

"Uh, what news?" you raised your brows, fingers stilling on your keyboard.

"That you'll be performing in our little holiday talent show that Higgins is putting on this year," Ted laughs. "When I saw your name, I have to admit I was surprised. I didn't expect you to sign up-- but I'm so glad you did."

Jamie fucking Tartt, that little shit. You knew this was his doing. By the heavens, you wanted to tell Ted right now that this was all a mistake, but seeing how excited he was made you pause. You had never performed in front of people before, not since you were 8 years old and forced to be in a school-wide production of Peter Pan. But you could work this to your advantage. If Jamie thought he could get away with this, then he was in for a treat.

"I'm also glad I signed up," you chuckled, clasping your hands on your desk.

"Be warned though-- Beard and I have a pretty nifty performance up our sleeves," Ted finger-gunned, skipping out of your office with a wave. Oh, you were in deep shit.

The holiday talent show was later that weekend. It was Higgin's idea to get everyone together, especially since many of the boys couldn't go home for the season. Keeley was the one who thought having a friendly competition would be exciting. The prize was, of course, a ridiculous crown someone bought and dinner on the team. It was being hosted at Higgin's place, a very comfy home near Nelson Road. You were dressed in a simple but classy maroon velvet dress that you paired with boots and a sparkly clip pulling back your hair. Christmas crackers were exploding from the tote bag you carried, the gifts for the team and your co-workers. Gift-giving was in your nature, and you couldn't come empty-handed.

Keeley was the one who answered the door, dressed in black with pearl accessories and looking every part a gorgeous holiday ornament.

"Oh my gosh, Y/N, you look amazing!" Keeley gushed, pulling you inside and suffocating you in a hug.

"I could say the same for you," you laughed, taking off your coat and shucking it in the closet.

"This old thing? Just something I found lying around," Keeley smoothed down her dress, sending you a sly smile as she wrapped her arm in yours. "Did you bring gifts?"

"Of course, that's my MO," you playfully smacked Keeley's arm as she took the bag out of your hands, putting it under the tree directly to the right of the foyer. Several people were already there, and you took time to say hello while graciously sipping the sparkling wine that was provided. When Jamie came in, you ended up in the corner with Sam discussing your favorite holiday movies (you were trying to convince him that Die Hard was a Christmas movie and that any other opinion is wrong). Your voice got stuck in your throat.

You had seen Jamie dressed up before, but somehow, in the warm light from the fire, it seemed so different. He was wearing a simple black blazer and button-up, but it's like he was stripped bare for you to see. He looked devilishly handsome, and you would be lying if you said you didn't have butterflies dancing through your chest and lungs.

Unfortunately for your sanity, Jamie noticed you and took a pause before sending you a small smile. You waved back, a flush crossing your cheeks as you turned away to continue your conversation with Sam. You were saved from any more awkward reactions by Beard announcing it was time for the talent show to commence. Everyone gathered in the living room, some boys sitting on the ground like kids listening to story time and others (like yourself) standing in the back, excited to watch the festivities commence.

"Thank you for coming to my home tonight," Higgins started, taking a slight bow when everyone whooped and hollered. "I'm excited to spend the season with my friends and family and even more excited to see what you guys have in store for us! Without further ado, I'm pleased to welcome our esteemed coaches to the stage."

More cheering commenced as Ted, Beard, and even Roy "ascended" to the stage (a carpet thrown on the ground). Roy looked exasperated to be there, but Beard and Ted were putting on their game faces as the music started, and they performed "Love Shack" by the B-52s. You couldn't stop the laugh from leaving your throat as you saw them honestly give their all.

"I am so glad I am here to see this," Jamie whispered, coming up on your right and sending you into a mini heart attack.

"Gees, you scared me," you sent him a glare, for which he only winked back.

"Roy looks so happy to be here," Jamie smiled, pointing to Roy, who was playing the tambourine with the same enthusiasm you had for paying your taxes.

"I'm sure it was all his ideas," you answered, bumping Jamie's shoulder with your own.

"Oi, when is Roy Kent going to sing!" Jamie yelled, proceeding to get flipped off by Roy right as Ted and Beard broke into choreographed dancing.

The night continued in much the same fashion, with you and Jamie giving your commentary the whole time. Sam did spoken word poetry, several of the boys did dances, and Rebecca, dropped the mic with a chilling performance of Holy Night. You were having so much fun with Jamie that you forgot he had signed you up to perform.

"Okay, okay, we got a treat tonight. Our very own Y/N is performing with a special guest-- Jamie Tartt!" Higgins announced, gesturing for you two to get on stage. Jamie looked at you with confusion, and you suppressed the laugh that wanted to escape.

"Oh, didn't I mention I signed you up to perform with me," you smiled cheekily, winking at him as he looked at you flabbergasted. You hopped on the stage, ignoring the nerves spreading throughout your body as Jamie reluctantly joined you. The rest of the team was having the time of their life watching Jamie be uncomfortable, and you were enjoying your revenge. He sent you a death glare right as the music started, and you kept your eyes on him to not die of stage fright.

"Have yourself a merry little Christmas; let your heart be light."

"From now on, our troubles will be out of sight."

Your voice carried across the room, and you saw a few surprised looks as everyone registered that you could actually sing. Feeling more confident, you turned to your friends and sent a small smile.

"Oh, here we are, as in olden days, happy golden days of yours."

Jamie came in with that croon that you couldn't get out of your head, and the jaws that dropped in the room were astronomical. He started playing it up for your friends as you made up your own dance on the "stage," even figuring out a harmony at some point.

The energy was palpable, and, by its end, it received standing ovations. You took Jamie's hand in yours, taking a bow. Ted came onto the stage, holding paper crowns and silencing the audience.

"I think we have a unanimous winner, don't we?" Ted asked, earning applause and a 'hell yeah' from Rebecca somewhere in the room. Ted crowned Jamie a red crown that he situated perfectly lopsided. He gave you a smile as he took the blue crown from Ted. You bowed your head as he placed it on, ensuring it fit perfectly. The kindness in his eyes was suffocating, and without caring for everyone in the room, you grabbed him by the lapels and kissed him. You could vaguely hear everyone in the room cheering, but you didn't care as Jamie kissed you back, wrapping an arm around your back.

You both smiled at each other and laughed at your friends' faces. Dani even took photos, which he was already sending to the team. Wrapping your arms around Jamie's neck, you looked at him and buried your face in his jacket.

"We're never going to live this down."

"I'm still going to get you back for making me sing," Jamie whispered, earning a chuckle from you.

"I'll look forward to it."

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[my-castles-crumbling]

Prompt: seven (Taylor Swift) - Pairing: platonic prongsfoot - Rating: T - Thanks @siriuslyverilantheslytherin, hope you don't mind I took this in a different direction!

Dear mum,

Hogwarts is great. It's even better than you and dad described it. It's ginormous and I can't wait to explore. I'm in Gryffindor, I hope you're proud.

I have a new friend named Sirius. He says he's named after a star. Did you name me after something?

I told Sirius all about you and dad but he doesn't like to talk about his family a lot. I think they get mad at him. Like really mad. He got a letter from them the second day of school that made him cry for a long time. Do you know what might make parents mad at their kid all the time? Like maybe some sort of curse? The thing is, Sirius isn't a bad kid. He sometimes annoys the professors but he's smart and he never puts his elbows on the table, like you and dad always get on me about.

I guess I just don't understand why parents would make their kid cry like Sirius cried. He seemed scared.

Do you think he can come live with us? He can share my room.

Love,

James P.

And I've been meaning to tell you I think your house is haunted Your dad is always mad and that must be why And I think you should come live with Me and we can be pirates Then you won't have to cry

[lostalleycat]

"If only some people can have it, it's not happiness. It's just nonsense. Happiness is something anyone can have."

Monster / 怪物 — dir. Hirokazu Kore-eda (2023)

This is one of the most beautiful and devastating stories about queerness that relate so painfully much to me. I feel completely obliterated.

There's a world you're living in. No one else has your part. All God's children in the wind take it in and blow real hard. —There's A World, Sufjan Stevens (2023)

But here, in our place we have for the day, can we stay a while and listen for heaven? —Heaven, Mitski (2023)

And nothing comforts me the same as my brave friend who says, "I don't care if forever never comes. 'Cause I'm holding out for that teenage feeling." —That Teenage Feeling, Neko Case (2006)

Everybody finds love in the end. —桜流し Sakura Nagashi, Utada Hikaru (2012)

Was it never enough that we should simply want to be together? —Heavenly Creatures, Wolf Alice (2014)

And I've been meaning to tell you, I think your house is haunted. Your dad is always mad, and that must be why. I think you should come live with me and we could be pirates and you won't have to cry, or hide in the closet. Just like a folk song, our love will be passed on. —Seven, Taylor Swift (2020)

I know you're afraid of living in pain, but you'll be okay. We'll find out a way. Nobody to blame. You're here and you're safe. Whenever you need me, I'll always be there. —Coming Home, Isyana Sarasvati (2023)

When I die of love, I want to be settled down into a fiery crown amongst the flowery days. —Flowery days, Christine and the Queens (2023)

 いつか 世界は目を醒まして  Someday the world will wake up わたしたちを照らして and shine on us. —Sleep Among Endives, Ichiko Aoba (2021)

Rest in liberation, Yori, Minato.

[welcometogrouchland]

Batman #149 by chip zdarsky is mostly unremarkable, but I'm really fascinated by how it makes a great case for 'good' endings not saving 'bad' stories*. Because there's a lot of interesting concepts in this issue (bruce having to deal with his rapidly aging and decaying clone making him think about his own life, re-establishing a 'nest' so to speak for his family after pushing them away, etc) but bc of the OOC slog that came before it, almost every moment w/ the batfamily comes off as unearned and disingenuous imo.

Like, everything with Damian is the perfect example in this. Because in isolation it's...fine. admittedly it's a missed opportunity to not go deeper into how Damian would feel about a clone of his dad who tried to kill considering Damian's relationships with clones of himself (the heretic rejects and respawn) or with former enemies who wanted him dead but who were manipulated and/or brainwashed (like suren and maya).

Zdarsky doesn't go into any of this but you could maybe excuse it as the issue not being about Damian. However, coupled with the previous bizarre characterizations of Damian in 147 and 148, it ends up not being fine- instead it starts to feel...icky how Damian (who, despite often being drawn and written as white, will never have his connection to the non-white al ghuls forgotten and will always be effected by racism even when not portrayed as a poc) is constantly written as overly violent, uncaring and narrow minded in this run. Coupled w/ trying to recanonize the morrison origin for Damian it's like. OH this is badly written and laden with subtle bigotry, sick**

That's me going into detail on it with Damian but it's applicable to other things in this issue- the way Cass, Steph and Duke have all been ignored or turned into jobbers makes their inclusion in the 'family' here feel hollow instead of satisfying. Bruce proclaiming that Zur was still a part of him and he needs to accept responsibility for his actions (when it means taking in clone son) wrings hollow when just last issue zdarsky was bending over backwards to separate Bruce and Zur bc otherwise the Jason thing would get really awkward. Ends are achieved through means that feel hollow or strange. I'm at my destination but damn why'd the bus have to do all that???

I only really have opinions on this latest arc of zdarskys Batman bc it's the one I've read the closest (bc I'm a hater, masochist and avid follower of even the bad damian storylines) but it's not saying great things.

Bc zdarsky can do one thing good in this book, and it's write Bruce and Tim. And yet this entire story, whether of his own volition or editorial mandate, includes other characters who aren't Bruce and Tim, the fabric starts to unravel in very telling ways.

(p.s, I think pennyworth manor is an interesting idea but I feel like in execution it's just gonna be 'bruce living in a house haunted by the memory of the people he couldn't save' but with a different dead guy this time. Illusion of change and whatnot)

*whether or not the ending is good is up to you ofc, as is your opinion on the proceeding arc! I saw some ppl complain that the ending was too "WFA" for them, which I get even if I dont think it'll literally be the same premise. If anything it's probably a lead into the new tec run. Likewise many ppl who aren't in the weeds of Damian and Jason characterization liked the previous arc! But I have my opinions and rest my case before the bench

**disclaimer, I'm white and portrayals of bigotry in comics are complicated and subjective, but I am basing my point here off what other poc comic fans on socmed have been saying about 149. Also the "sick" is sarcasm incase that wasn't obvious

[nemesisimperio]

"And I've been meaning to tell you, I think your house is haunted. Your dad is always mad and that must be why and I think you should come live with me and we can be pirates. Then you won't have to cry or hide in the closet. And just like a folk song, our love will be passed on."

But make it James to Sirius, because he saved him from that hell when they were still so young...

[climbthemountain2020]

Still Beautiful Things

Happy Eris Week! @erisweekofficial

It's my very first Eris Week, and I have something for every single day! As always, thank you for the beta reads @cauldronblssd @witch-and-her-witcher

Eris Week Day 1: Bonds | Bargains | Ao3

[After a horrible morning, young Eris makes a bargain with the person he trusts most in the world.]

And I've been meaning to tell you

I think your house is haunted

Your dad is always mad and that must be why

And I think you should come live with

Me and we can be pirates

Then you won't have to cry

Or hide in the closet

And just like a folk song

Our love will be passed on

“Eris?”

He heard her whispered voice before he saw her, and he let out a breath he'd been holding. He'd been afraid it was his father’s guard looking for him; perhaps Beron had decided that his punishment hadn't been enough. The terror in his chest hadn't quite subsided yet. He took a deep breath to try and steady his pounding heart.

“Eris,” she hissed out, her voice still quiet in his chambers. He could see her through the cross hatches of the door, her dark hair pulled back in a white bow and swishing down her back as she trotted over to look under his bed on quiet feet.

It wasn't a secret what happened in the Forest House–not to the Lady of Autumn, and not to the heir either.

“I'm here, Aida.” He kept his voice low, but cracked the wicker closet door open enough to give an invitation.

Nearly immediately, two dark eyes framed by long lashes were swimming in his vision as she popped her head through the door.

“Hi.” She pulled the rest of her body in, closing the door tightly behind them so the low light flickered in on them in miniscule squares, a checked pattern dotting her pale skin.

“Hi.”

“How'd you know?”

Aida smiled sadly, her rounded cheeks shifting with the movement. “My mother.”

Aida Franc’s mother was one of the court ladies of Autumn, and his mother's best friend. Of course she'd already known what was happening today, likely having already seen his mother with the gash along her arm. Hopefully, she'd healed it. Hopefully, he'd bought her time when he'd drawn Beron’s ire to himself.

“I told him to leave her alone,” Eris ground out, the venom and hatred barely overcoming the exhaustion in his voice. Beron would call this weakness, and he’d be right. Aida grabbed his arm and he winced, her brown eyes widening and then narrowing at his reaction.

“I hate him, Eris.” She spoke too loudly for the space they were in and Eris startled, putting a finger to her lips, cringing when he saw the blood still wet on his hand.

“You must be careful. If anyone ever heard you…”

Aida shook her head, her loose curls bouncing around her shoulders. “I don't care.” She lowered her voice at his frantic eyes. “I don't, Eris. What he does to you, to your mother, is wrong.”

To that, he had nothing to say. She was right, and he was embarrassed, the shame as hot as the big, fat tears beginning to slip down his face. He was nine; he knew he shouldn't cry like a baby any more. Beron had done everything he could and more to break him of the habit, but once they’d begun, he couldn’t stop them.

He wiped violently at the tears, his vision blurring before he remembered too late that the hand he’d wiped with was still covered in.

“Oh, come here.” Aida ripped the fabric of her skirt, tearing a sheet of it to wipe gently at his face.

“Your mother's going to have your hide for that,” he tried to joke, but the crack in his voice gave him away.

She scoffed. “She'll be with your mother well into the night. I doubt she'll notice.”

Their mothers were thick as thieves, having met in court when they were both new to the Forest House and immediately taking a liking to each other. Both married young, both from noble houses, and both pregnant with their first children, they'd become fast friends. Eris and Aida had been born within weeks of each other, and they had been tied at the hip since.

The difference between them, of course, was that Aida’s father loved her mother, dearly, deeply, and in the most profound way that a fae could love another: they were mates. Aida had been born from a union of love, not whatever cruel fate had bound Eris' parents together out of spite. Aida loved to tell Eris the story–her father had been visiting a foreign court on his own father's behalf when he'd stumbled–literally stumbled–into a rock hewn wall upon seeing her mother. He described her as a sparkling gem hidden in a mountain, and when her dazzling eyes had turned on him, the bond had snapped for them both. It was mere weeks before they were back in Autumn, and only months more before they were joyfully expecting Aida.

Perhaps that's why Aida always seemed to glow, to radiate joy, even when she was wracked with anger. She had been wanted, a treasure given from true love. Eris was only an heir, a means to an end, no love to be found between his mother and father.

“Have you ever thought about leaving?”

The words seemed to echo in the chamber of the closet, stretching out endlessly in the darkness.

“All the time. But there's nowhere to go.” He winced as she touched the cloth to his bleeding brow, then began working on his arm.

“What if I went with you?”

He'd thought about leaving, of course. Nearly every night as he tried to sleep, tried to convince himself that the nightmares at night were better than the ones he faced during the day.

He imagined running into the red and orange woods, the mists at his heels as he tore away into Prythian. But he'd never dared to dream that Aida might come, too.

“You couldn't, your parents–”

“Would find me again if we went to Night. You know I have family there.” She hadn’t met his eyes, but these weren’t answers that she was coming up with on the spot. Eris knew Aida, and that meant he could tell she’d thought this through.

His words were so quiet, just a whisper on his lips, that she wouldn’t have heard if she hadn’t been inches away. “They'd kill us if we were caught.”

“If we were caught.” Her brown eyes sparkled when she finally looked at him, the endless depths nearly black and twinkling with the stars of galaxies within them.

He considered. What if they left together? What of his mother? Would Beron kill her? Would he kill Aida’s parents if he pieced together how they'd fled? He squeezed his eyes shut.

“I can practically hear your thoughts spinning. It doesn't have to be today, Eris. Or even this year. We have all the time in the world.”

The thought calmed him.

“You would leave with me? Truly?” Even in the sparse light, he could see her wide grin stretching across her face.

“Of course, Eris. You're my best friend.” He couldn't help but smile back. She was his best friend, too–the first and only person he'd ever loved apart from his mother.

Aida tore another strip from her skirts, then paused, taking in Eris' bleeding palm.

“Here.” She gestured in the air, and was suddenly holding a knife with a jeweled hilt.

“You're getting better at that.”

She smiled wickedly. “I've been practicing stealing from the kitchens.”

He gasped when she moved her grip from the hilt to the blade, slicing a gash down her own palm then pressing it to his, intertwining their fingers tightly.

“I swear to you, Eris, we'll leave here one day. Somewhere your father won't find us. You and me.”

He could feel her warm blood leaking down his wrist where their hands had clasped, her dark determined eyes fixed on him. He felt the sharp sting of magic on his palm.

The wild grin hadn’t left her face as she pulled back and wiped at their palms, the wounds already nearly healed.

There, where the scars were, were matching identical marks. The skin was pink and delicate, smoothing around it before his very eyes, but it held a definite shape.

In both their palms was a star within a maple leaf, small enough to look like the remnants of a scraped hand acquired while playing.

He looked at her in the low, mottled light, her features bright and lovely even in the dark, and he thought about a life away from here. A life of adventure and new discoveries. A life with his best friend.

“You and me,” he echoed quietly, as her hand found his again.

The events of the morning were forgotten in the back of his mind, her hand back in his all that mattered.

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