#ENYA DAY!!! I CRI!!!

[spicyliumang]

WAAAAA LOOK AT HER!!!😭💙💙AND ZHAO'S EXPRESSION DSDFSFSD I LOVEEEE THANK YOU SM DAMI!! 🥺😭💙💙

Happy birthday Enya, may all your zhreams come true!! 💙🦋🐼 @spicyliumang

[padawan-snack-packer]

[Music/Playlist Headcanons, Clone Wars Crew, Part 1]

⚠️ WARNING / TW: UNHINGED STAR WARS MUSIC HEADCANONS AHEAD ⚠️ Before you get your Jedi robes in a twist or start Force-choking me in the comments (kinky though)— THIS IS FOR FUN!!! THIS IS NOT CANON!!!

These headcanons are fueled by ✨vibes✨, ✨feral energy✨, and ✨delusion✨ and I say that with all the love in the galaxy. So sit back, grab your lightsaber-shaped karaoke mic, and enjoy the chaos. May the bops be with you.

🎧 Anakin Skywalker – King of the Unashamed Bangers

This man listens to Linkin Park unironically and thinks it’s peak emotional intelligence.

“Welcome to the Black Parade” plays and he salutes. Dead serious. He is the black parade.

Will put on "bad guy" by Billie Eilish and be like “This is totally about me.”

Has a playlist called "Mood: Choking" and it’s just Doja Cat, Imagine Dragons, and random Star Wars lo-fi.

Gets called out for listening to "You Belong With Me" and just goes “yeah and?” like a menace.

Has cried to Olivia Rodrigo’s “traitor” imagining Obi-Wan as the subject.

🎧 Obi-Wan Kenobi – Dad With Deep Sad Spotify

He says “I don’t really listen to music” but has a 9-hour playlist called "Rainy Day Reflections in the Outer Rim".

Canonically a Lana Del Rey fan. “Young and Beautiful” hits too hard post-Maul duel.

Secretly loves Florence + The Machine. Cries to “Shake It Out” but says it’s just dust in his eyes.

His guilty pleasure is ABBA. “Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!” plays and he just vibes in Jedi robes.

Has an Enya phase???? Won’t admit it, but “Only Time” is his ringtone.

Every time he’s sad, he puts on "The Sound of Silence" and stares out the window like he’s in a noir film.

Pretends he doesn’t know who Taylor Swift is but absolutely has a Jedi remix of “All Too Well (10 Minutes Version).”

🎧 Ahsoka Tano – Gen Z Alt Queen

She listens to Halsey, Mitski, Paramore, and early 2010s Tumblr-core. She is the moment.

“you should see me in a crown” is her training montage song.

Has beef with Spotify for not having the perfect mix of indie rage and catharsis.

Plays “Not Strong Enough” by boygenius on repeat while looking at the sunset from her ship like a dramatic icon.

Screams “brutal” by Olivia Rodrigo in the shower. Every time.

Plays Rina Sawayama when she wants to fight someone with style.

Once made a remix of Bo Katan’s comms call to a Charli XCX beat. Went viral in the Temple. Listens to Halsey’s “Nightmare” on repeat after leaving the Order.

Secretly listens to K-pop. Anakin caught her vibing to BLACKPINK once and now won’t let it go.

🎧 Captain Rex – Dad Rock But Make It Emotional

Rex’s top genre is “Sad Country That Hints At Deep Repressed Feelings.”

Obsessed with Bruce Springsteen. Thinks “Born to Run” is a philosophical statement (it is, I agree with him).

“Fortunate Son” makes him clench his jaw and look off into the middle distance.

Listens to Johnny Cash's “Hurt” and nobody is allowed to speak.

Tried listening to Lo-fi once. Said it was “too soft, not enough suffering.”

Uses music to process his trauma but doesn’t know it. “Whiskey Lullaby” makes him cry and he’s like “must be allergies.”

Thinks Fleetwood Mac is a war crime until he hears “Landslide,” then gets emotional and doesn’t want to talk about it.

🎧 Padmé Amidala – Political Baddie Playlist

“Businesswoman special” vibes. Taylor Swift’s “The Man” is literally her anthem.

Will absolutely walk into the Senate blasting “Run the World (Girls)” in her head.

Has a “Diplomacy but Make It Sexy” playlist that’s 50% Rihanna and 50% Arctic Monkeys.

Uses “Vigilante Shit” as a pre-meeting warm-up song.

Listens to Phoebe Bridgers when missing Anakin but then switches to Megan Thee Stallion to repress it.

She’s the reason the Republic has a fashion industry.

Has “Bury a Friend” by Billie Eilish saved for when she’s gotta gaslight senators.

🎧 Yoda – Unexpected Bops Only

900 years old and still LOVES EDM. No explanation.

Thinks “Sandstorm” by Darude is the pinnacle of modern music.

Says things like “drop the bass must you” before DJing Jedi youngling parties.

Has a secret playlist called "Mmm Music, Yes."

Found out about Grimes once and just… stared. Then added every album.

🎧 Maul – Sith Lord of Sad Bangers

Listening to “Everybody’s Fool” by Evanescence on loop in his lair on Dathomir while plotting vengeance and dramatically flexing his robot legs.

Has a playlist literally titled “KILL KENOBI AND MAYBE CRY A LITTLE”. It’s all Bring Me The Horizon, Nine Inch Nails, and My Chemical Romance.

Has 17 different remixes of “Toxic” by Britney Spears because it’s the only thing that makes him feel alive.

Screams the lyrics to “The Kill (Bury Me)” by 30 Seconds to Mars while pacing back and forth like a tragic Shakespeare villain with a face tattoo.

Secretly listens to AURORA when he needs to emotionally unravel.

Says he doesn’t like pop but “Look What You Made Me Do” by Taylor Swift lives in his head rent-free.

“Running Up That Hill” hits him so hard he has to sit down and scream.

🎧 Asajj Ventress – Gothic Femme Fatale Playlist

Wears her AirPods while hunting Jedi and she’s blasting BANKS, Billie Eilish, Lana Del Rey, and SZA like a straight-up ✨ menace ✨.

Has a playlist called “Make Me Your Villain” and it’s just Doja Cat, Rihanna’s deep cuts, and angry Halsey.

Her anthem? “You Don’t Own Me” (especially the Grace version). It plays in her soul.

Secretly sobs to “Liability” by Lorde once a week in a vibey Nightsister cave with a candle going.

Her battle playlist includes “Sweet But Psycho” and “Confident” by Demi Lovato. She’s slaying literally and musically.

If you asked her what her favorite genre is, she’d say “revenge.” She means it.

Once force-choked a man just because he mocked her Florence + The Machine tattoo.

🎧 Mace Windu – Serious Exterior, Pure Vibes Interior

Tells everyone he only listens to Jedi-approved meditation tracks, but his real playlist is “Lightsaber, Lightsoul” and it’s pure funk and 90s R&B.

Obsessed with Prince. Thinks “When Doves Cry” is a warning from the Force.

“Purple Rain” plays? He closes his eyes and ascends.

Has “Return of the Mack” on repeat in the gunship. Yoda says nothing. Yoda understands.

Lowkey loves Missy Elliott. Thinks “Work It” is the height of lyrical brilliance.

Has a soft spot for En Vogue and Lauryn Hill. Once told Obi-Wan, “You haven’t lived ‘til you’ve meditated to neo-soul.”

“Before I Let Go” comes on and he’s two-stepping while maintaining perfect Jedi posture.

🎧 Cad Bane – Intergalactic Outlaw Vibes

His theme music is literally Johnny Cash meets trap remix. “God’s Gonna Cut You Down” but with an 808.

His ship playlist is just Run the Jewels, Tyler, The Creator, and Johnny Cash. It makes no sense but it works.

Has a six-shooter Spotify vibe: “Bang Bang” by Nancy Sinatra, “Outlaw” by 50 Cent, “Desperado” by Rihanna.

Secretly listens to Sade. “Smooth Operator” is the only thing that calms him down after a bounty.

Post Malone’s “Wow.” is what he plays when he successfully walks away from an explosion.

Has a secret SoundCloud where he drops gravel-voiced outlaw spoken word beats. Has 3 followers. One of them is Hondo. Always Hondo.

🎧 Hondo Ohnaka – Pirate of Party Anthems

Lives like he’s in a perpetual Mardi Gras. His playlist is called “Treasure & Trouble”.

“Uptown Funk” is his go-to robbery track. He moonwalks out of the vault. No shame.

Once threw an entire bar fight to the tune of Pitbull’s “Fireball”.

LOVES Pitbull. “He is a wise man. Very bald. Very powerful.”

Has every One Direction song saved but says it’s “for the crew.” It is not.

Will start a shootout, pause to yell “DJ TURN IT UP”, then unpause the chaos.

Secretly obsessed with Shakira. Will stop mid-monologue if “She Wolf” comes on.

Hondo’s walk-on music? “SexyBack” by Justin Timberlake. Every time.

Uses “Toxic” by Britney Spears as his ringtone. One time it rang in a hostage situation and he answered it like “Ah! My business partner!”

Has a deeply emotional connection to Kesha’s “Timber”. Claims it’s “about the fall of the Republic. And also partying.”

Fully believes Lady Gaga is some kind of Force-sensitive bounty hunter. Refuses to elaborate.

Once seduced a bounty hunter to “Pony” by Ginuwine. Still talks about it.

Hondo refers to Nicki Minaj as “Queen of the Outer Rim.” No notes.

Insists “All Star” by Smash Mouth is “a manifesto of pirate philosophy.”

Played “Turn Down For What” over comms during a prison break. Kanan nearly Force yeeted him into the sun.

Has an emotional breakdown once a year to “Viva La Vida” by Coldplay. Calls it “pirate penance.”

Blasted “Seven Nation Army” while chasing down a bounty on a stolen speeder and shouted “THIS IS MY VILLAIN ERA!”

His ship’s official docking theme? “Low” by Flo Rida. If you know, you know.

Has a holo-poster of Doja Cat in his bunk. Tells people it's a “spiritual shrine.”

Tried to duel to the death with someone over “Mr. Brightside” vs “Somebody Told Me”. Both were him.

When stressed, listens to “Shake It Off” by Taylor Swift and says “Ah yes, Hondo Ohnaka—forever unbothered, moisturized, thriving, and in my pirate era.”

[raenegade-accio]

Thanks @traceyc-uk for the tag, you precious 💙💖

LAST SONG? - May It Be by Enya, I’ve been falling asleep to it for days and it’s great for migraines 😆

FAVORITE COLOR? - it has to be either Burgundy, or Tiffany Blue

CURRENTLY WATCHING? - season 3 of Bridgerton, I guess. I only just finished it with a family member, we didn’t think it’s as bad as everyone on the internet says

LAST MOVIE? - The Return of the King, hence the song choice. I’m happy that the trilogy is as amazing as my friends said it was (and I finally understand the memes!) Now I have the biggest crush on Aragorn…

SWEET/SPICY/SAVORY? - Spicy! 🔥 I’m of the East Asian continent, it’s practically mandatory. And I love me some Thai and Sichuan!

RELATIONSHIP STATUS? - I’m a registered Single Pringle. I don’t trust people enough for all that hahaha (cries 🥲)

CURRENT OBSESSIONS? - LotR, The Modern Prometheus, Harry Potter and Hogwarts Legacy, obviously hehehe

LAST THING YOU GOOGLED? - “GERD symptoms chest pains” because now I can’t tell if it’s either from acid reflux or anxiety. It’s supposed to be a mental illness, leave my hungry belly out of this! 😭 I just wanna eat some good grub!

Tagging - since most people I know already joined, anyone reading who’s interested consider yourself tagged 😊

[witchthewriter]

shıp for anon.

𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞! You have a very strong personality; yet you are so multidimensional. You still have a sensitive soul, and when people hurt you, it hurts a lot. Rosalie would keep your heart safe. Keep all of you safe. Additionally,there are things only some people will understand about you and I think Rosalie would definitely be one of those people.

𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒔

Shapeshifter (not like the Quileute Tribe). I don't believe this universe only has children of the moon (vampires) shapeshifters/werewolves. There are definitely more fantasy attributes!

So I think you would be a shapeshifting panther. (Initiually I was going to choose cat), but I think you have a lot more power than you think. Also, I honesly think it suits you.

When you spoke about your how much of a mother figure you are in your friend group, it also gave me the idea. Just you and your cubs <;3

𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓/𝑨𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚

Shapeshifter

In your 'human' form, you have a keen sense of smell, sound, and are quite sensitive to touch. You have four canines on your top and bottom mouth (so two on the top, two on the bottom). And no matter how many times you trim your nails, they grow so fricken quickly (and sharply).

While in your panther form, it's the same. Especially your stomach, ears and nose - very very sensitive. (Belly rubs are appreciated, but only by Rosalie and those that you trust.)

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

When you first met Rosalie, you were outwardly unfazed. But on the inside, your heart was beating so fast you thought it might explode.

Neither you nor Rosalie thought anything supernatural about you. It was like your magic didn't affect the other person at all.

On your first anniversary (officially being together because she hates putting labels on it), she gave you this beautiful necklace which you were everyday.

The necklace is an heirloom of Rosalie's and you nearly cried when you realised. She gave it to you so nonchanlantly. Not uncaringly, no not at all. But she didn't want to make it a big deal.

Rosalie tries not to make anything a big deal with you. She wants to make your life as easy as possible because of how much she loves you.

It may be crazy but Rosalie has an amazing sense of humor. It's very dry, and it comes from a place of intelligence and wittiness. She can make you laugh so hard with one comment.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

May It Be by Enya

Everything And Nothing by The Boom Circuits

The Fruits by Paris Paloma

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

"Why are you babying me" (Rosalie) x "Because I know you like it" (You)

Soft for exactly one person (Rosalie) x Is that one person (You)

Likes to win (You) x Needs to win (Rosalie) 

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Love Conquers All

Timeless Love

Unbreakable Bond

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

She can't just have one favourite thing about you. Rosalie adores you; you are so important to her. You know her soul and she knows yours. There's like a pull towards each other and you know you have to be Mates.

Rosalie particularly likes the aspect of you where you like being treated like a princess. You tried to play it off for a while ("oh you don't have to do that!", "no no it's too expensive, you can't buy me that!")

Then you went with it. And you have every book you have ever wanted, in the edition that you desire.

You have jewellery, all the clothes you want, Rosalie basically gives you a new outfit every week. She just loves spoiling you!

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Alice & Bella! C'mon, you guys would be so close. Especially Bella and yourself. You can relate on desires; love reading and I feel like Bella would be a novelist - just like you'll be one day xxx

And with Alice ... god once you become apart of the family (which she knew would happen), you could not get her away from your side. She absolutely adores you.

I also have a surprise best friend for you -

Edward!

He can read your mind, and knows the kind thinks you have done and will do for others. He hears the bratty thoughts against people you hate and he feels a sense of kinship. (I feel like he'd be a lil gossip with you)

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix of Bella, Angela and Esme. You have your motherly side, doting upon those you love. Making sure they're okay. I can so see you packing lunches for friends that don't have enough food. You just have a big heart.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

There isn't a lot of lore around pets and vampires (but ... we can imagine why). However, Rosalie after all these years, would be able to keep herself under control when it comes to your pet.

She weighs up the pros and cons of ... her instincts and always sees the devastation on your face.

But you adopted the lil girl one day and haven't stopped loving her since.

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐆𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐲! (The book version of Ginny). You would go from feeling like enemies, to aquaintances, friends, best friends and then in a relationship ... You work together because she has fire within her veins. No one walks over her, and therefore, no one dares walk over you. She is respect incarnate.

𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒔

Half-Blood

Your father is a wizard, your mother is a muggle. But when your extended matriarcal family found out, they had to show your mother something. Magic is in your family. From both sides. But it skips every few generations.

𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓/𝑨𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚

Metamorphmagus 

The ability to change physical appearance at will. Yes, the same as Tonks. As she said to Harry: "Metamorphmagi are really rare, they're born, not made."

While another ability to transform at will, Animagi, they can only transform into one particular animal - determined by their inner traits.

By contrast, Metamorphmagi could take a wide variety of forms, changing gender and age, potentially looking like anyone at all, or even just changing a part of their appearance, such as the colour of their hair or shape of their noses.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Ginny hated you initially. The usual gryffindor/slytherin rivalry was alive and ready to at any moment to burst.

But what she didn't realise was that her burning 'hate' was actually a burning desire for you.

Ginny reacted in the most Weasley way possibly - by pushing your buttons as much as possible.

But you weren't the stereotypical Slytherin (and many aren't). Because you welcomed the interaction; hesitatly at first. But ultimately shocked Ginny with your friendliness and kindness.

After being friends for a few months, she made you a friendship bracelet, for when you had to leave each other (mainly for holidays)

Ginny is literally your guard dog. She has scary dog privleges, so you don't have to worry about being alone or your safety whenever she's around. She is ready to THROW HANDS.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Just A Girl by Florence and the Machine

Supersoaker by Kings of Leon

Labour by Paris Paloma

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Sarcastic Power Couple That Can, And Probably Will, Destroy You (But Won't Unless Provoked)

Bull-Headed & Headstrong (Ginny) x Understanding & Light-Hearted (You)

Thinks They're In Charge (Ginny) x Is Actually In Charge (You)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Challenging Social Conventions

Star-crossed lovers" or "Forbidden love"

Enemies-to-Lovers

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

God, Ginny loves when your fiery side comes out. She loves when you rant to her, letting out all your annoyances, what was said, etc. It can be as big or small as you like. She just loves that you open up to her.

That's one of the ways you two became close - by bonding over your mutual hatred of Pansy Parkinson.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

I think you would be great friends with people outside of the Slytherin House. (It's kinda sad that we don't have more Slytherin characters) but I think you would have one best friend in your House.

Luna, Hermione, Padma Patil and Cho Chang. I feel like you would create some sort of Secret Hogwarts Bestie Group. You would sit outside, underneath a large tree, Luna dreamily looking at the sky, Hermione reading a book/studing, Padma gossiping with Cho and you feel like the mother hen.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix of Molly Weasley, Hermione Granger and George Weasley. Just very sensitive of people's needs; wanting to help others and lighten the load. You also love to read, and Hermione is a walking library, literally (I bet she has one of those mary poppins bags that's full of books - and she would gift it to you on your birthday).

I chose George as well because he's friendly, light-hearted, funny but knows when enough is enough. He holds grudges and has a very high intelligence.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

You thought you were going to get an owl. A lovely barn owl that was in budget for your family. But you found this little guy and became obsessed with him.

Black with white tufts of, black paws and loves to sleep. A very independent yet cuddling cat. Only liking certain people.

[warpedlegacywrites]

Enya Prompts

For my DADWC prompts list! Feel free to share and use for your own!

"Telling them the story / Told by Flora / Dreams they never knew"

"It weaves a web over mystery / All raveled threads may rend apart"

"I wonder if the stars sign / The life that is to be mine"

"But should I be believing / That I am only dreaming"

"Thoughts disappearing like tears from the Moon / Waiting here as I sit by the stone"

"Once, as my heart remembers / All the stars were fallen embers"

"Let the rain fall down / Everywhere around you / Give into it now / Let the day surround you"

"You walk a lonely road / Oh how far you are from home"

"Why do you go upon this road / When you could find your way home"

"Everywhere is whispering / The sound of Summer"

"Everything will come again / In the sound, falling down / Of the sky as it cries / Hear my name in the rain"

"You cannot change what's over / But only where you go"

"One by one my leaves fall / One by one my tales are told"

"Who can tell me if we have Heaven? / Who can say the way it should be? Cullen/Theresa epistolary angst

"Time gave both darkness / and dreams to you"

[theylisten]

Had the most vivid dream of dad I think I’ve ever had. Everyone was together and uncle Bob was acting sorta anticipatory and secretive then told me at one point that Dad was going to be there soon. He showed up at the door and looked his age, mid 60s. He had a little girl with him, she was probably 8 years old and looked just like me. Him and I talked and life/the party was bustling around us and I could feel pride and acceptance from deep inside him. Apparently, he had to go away and had been “underground” for 18 years with no tv or anything, just books. Mom nana and grandma were debating with the young girl what her name should be, she didn’t have one. All of them wanted to name her Time, but she wasn’t as into that name. Dad asked me questions about my life and how things had been and what I’d been doing as I got older. We talked, it was so real. He asked about me and Ethen and Ethen made him laugh a few times and I think he could tell I was happy. He was happy for me. I got the sense he was dying and he actually looked sorta ghostly, and had come up to say goodbye, especially to me and Nick, and check in on us before he left.

It was so weird. I woke up crying with “Only Time” by Enya in my head. I’m so glad I had that dream, it felt congruent. Yes, 18 years have passed, yes the young also ghostly but more full of life girl who loved him so and he loved her so didn’t like the name Time, I am on the front end of domestication, and he is proud of me and still loves me. I am lucky to remember love and care like that.

Who can say where the road goes?

Where the day flows? Only time

And who can say if your love grows

As your heart chose? Only time

Who can say why your heart sighs

As your love flies? Only time

And who can say why your heart cries

When your love lies? Only time

Who can say when the roads meet?

That love might be in your heart?

And who can say when the day sleeps

If the night keeps all your heart?

Night keeps all your heart

Who can say if your love grows

As your heart chose? Only time

And who can say where the road goes?

Where the day flows? Only time

Who knows? Only time

Who knows? Only time

Love to my present self, the little “dying” girl in me, and my almost dead Dad. We’re all okay. Let Time do its thing

[thelaughablelifeoflilly]

Loan a Laugh to Lilly!

To preface this blog post, I have to tell you that my personality is very boisterous, animated, eccentric, and, frankly, quite ostentatious. I am 100% myself at all times, regardless of who I'm communicating with. The story I'm going to tell, in particular, isn't for the faint-hearted or really anyone who doesn't enjoy crude content. Personally, I enjoy dark humor and tend to spend most days scrolling through Reddit (#iykyk). For anyone reading this, no matter what hardships you're going through in life, always remember to have a laugh and cherish the laughable moments with the people who laugh with you.

Before we get into the nitty-gritty, I'll give a little backstory for this period of my life. 2022 was an INSANE and TRAGIC year for me. At the beginning of 2022, my grandma passed away (she was 96), my sister (we'll call her "The Colonel") kicked me out of her house (that broke our relationship for a while), and about a month after moving back home, my dad was diagnosed with stage IV lung cancer metastasis to brain, spine, and ribs (May 2022). I was working at Target at the time in the style section and, initially, was enjoying my work. I felt like it gave me an outlet to get away from everything that was happening in my life, but evidently, the managers' requests became too demanding for my mental health. I mean, I was dealing with a physical death, the death of a sisterly bond, and the thought/possibility of my dad dying, and you expect me to have the energy to do four people's tasks by myself? NOT TO MENTION: my cat also died in December of 2021, my sister's dad (I considered him a fatherly figure) died in June of 2022, my best friend's wedding was coming up in August, and in September, my friend Mikey (who was in the wedding) passed away. You can't spell stress without S-T-R-E-S-S.

With me being overly stressed and mentally and physically exhausted from watching my dad die in front of me, I chose not to eat, and when I did eat, it wasn't a balanced meal (microwaved mac and cheese got me through life). The lack of nutrition and the amount of stress did damage to my body internally. TRIGGER WARNING: I found myself constantly having the "spooky dookies." I would use the restroom at Target anywhere from 5-10 times a shift. Sometimes I would be so dehydrated from shitting, that I would have to sit down because I would get dizzy. One day, I was working, and, like normal, I went to the restroom. I wiped and noticed there was a weird red substance on the toilet paper. Me being me (not afraid to look at my poop), I looked in the toilet and saw that there was blood intertwined in one of the logs. My immediate thought was, "I'm gonna die," so I told my boss and left to go to the emergency room.

My sister (we'll call this one "Crazy Boots") took me to the ER. I didn't quite know what to expect because I never had issues with my GI tract before. WELL, LEMME TELL YOU, THIS WAS NOT ON MY 2022 BINGO CARD. I go into the room, and the nurse gives me a gown and tells me to take off my pants and underwear, and that the doctor will be in shortly. I was thinking, "Yeah, they're probably just going to take a quick look at my butthole, nothing major." BOY, WAS I SO, SO, SO WRONG. The doctor came in, Crazy Boots was in the room with me, and I had my first-ever IV inserted into my arm (it was traumatizing, by the way. I cried). After the IV was put in and fluids were pumping into my body, the doctor told me to turn on my side. I turned, and she told me to cough. Cool. Normal. BUT THEN, she took her giant knuckle, told me to breathe in, and JAMMED IT INTO MY BUTTHOLE, PULLING IT OUT JUST AS FAST AS SHE PUT IT IN. When I tell you that I thought my whole rectum fell out, I mean it. Her finger was PUDGY.

After the doctor forcefully got her sample, she left the room, and Crazy Boots and I LOST IT. We laughed to the point that I almost Hershey-squirted on the hospital table. And me being me, again, documented most of the process on Snapchat. I have this long-lasting joke that includes the song "Only Time" by Enya. Anytime anything bad or detrimental happens, I play that song. You'll see the reference in one of the images. But yeah, regardless of how horrible my life was at the time, this experience was something laughable that helped carry me through the final days of my dad's life. If whoever is reading this is also going through a tough period, I hope this made you laugh. I want you to remember that life is short, and even one moment of genuine laughter can get you through a rough patch.

[words-after-midnight]

WIP Playlist Tag

Thank you for the tag @crowandmoonwriting!!

Rules: list at least 4 songs from your current WIP playlist, or just a writing playlist you’ve been using lately, and the lyrics that speak to you the most! 

Music is a major source of inspiration for my writing. My actual story playlist for Life in Black and White is instrumental, so I'll just list ten inspiration songs + favorite lyrics that give me the BIG FEELS for my story. ETA: added them all to a playlist in case anyone wants to listen.

TV on the Radio - Careful You | Oui je t'aime, oui je t'aime, from the cradle to the grave / You've done a number on my heart, and things will never be the same

Purity Ring - Shuck | I'll shuck all the light from my skin and I'll hide it in you / I'll pluck the long grass that grows from me and I'll hide it in you

Depeche Mode - Wrong | There's something wrong with me chemically / Something wrong with me inherently / The wrong mix in the wrong genes / I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means / It was the wrong plan in the wrong hands / The wrong theory for the wrong man / The wrong eyes on the wrong prize / The wrong questions with the wrong replies

Sufjan Stevens - John My Beloved | I am a man with a heart that offends with its lonely and greedy demands / There's only a shadow of me / In a manner of speaking, I'm dead

O + S - The Fox | But then one day I ran out of bread / And wood to keep the fire / And when I woke, I found she had fled / To the house down the river / And I cried all night / Because I thought she was mine

Kaia Kater - Viper's Nest | Sing me sweet in the bitter bite of hell / Sing me sweet in the rushes and the swells / How sad it seems to love a thing / When all in life is a reckoning / How twisted trees and knotted pine / Will have me know that you're not mine

Mumford & Sons - Lover's Eyes | But do not ask the price I pay / I must live with my quiet rage / Tame the ghosts in my head / That run wild and wish me dead / Should you shake my ash to the wind / Lord, forget all of my sins / Oh, let me die where I lie / Beneath the curse of my lover's eyes

Gordon Lightfoot - Race Among the Ruins | You think you had the last laugh, now you know this can't be true / Even though the sun shines down upon you now, sometimes you must feel blue / You make the best of each new day, you try not to be sad / Even though the sky falls down upon you, call it midnight, feeling bad / When you wake up to the promise of your dream world coming true / With one less friend to call on, was it someone that I knew? / Away you will go sailing in a race among the ruins / If you have to face tomorrow, do it soon

Enya - Amid the Falling Snow | The silence of a winter's night / Brings memories I hold inside / Remembering the blue moonlight / Upon the fallen snow / Maybe I am falling down / Tell me, should I touch the ground? / Maybe I won't make a sound / In the darkness all around / I close my window to the night / I leave the sky her tears of white / And all is lit by candlelight / Amid the falling snow

Glass Animals - It's All So Incredibly Loud | Super silence in the quiet, eye inside the storm / Water from your broken iris fell toward the floor / Everything waiting, shaking as it drops / I tried for you and I, too hard, for too long / Gave it all and everything for more time, but I lost / Ooh, we're breaking down / Whispers would deafen me now / You don't make a sound / Heartbreak was never so loud

Tagging: @catchingbigfish, @sunset-a-story, @joeys-piano, @mrbexwrites, @ceph-the-ghost-writer, @thatndginger, @sam-glade, @purplecowbell, @winterandwords, @nanashi23

[cleargreyskies]

@crazy-fruit the promised answer to your music ask from... a while ago.

My music listening has been a little unpredictable recently. Songs often just happen and get stuck in my mind for a while, so I listen to them on repeat. These are most of the songs I liked in the second half of 2022, in chronological order. The Mountain Goats were clearly my artist of the year.

Heretic Pride - The Mountain Goats

Training Montage - The Mountain Goats

Dark In Here - The Mountain Goats

Slipping Through My Fingers - ABBA (for no particular reason)

Autoclave - The Mountain Goats

Sunrise, Sunset (because of WWDITS S4)

Broken Crown - Mumford & Sons

Damn These Vampires - The Mountain Goats (actually more of a late 2020 song)

Super Trouper - Mamma Mia! version (somehow I cried to this multiple times)

If I Had A Heart - Fever Ray (played in The Viking Museum in Stockholm)

Little Earthquakes - Tori Amos (this was on an OC playlist of yours once! also a late-ish 2020 song for me)

Orinoco Flow - Enya (desperate measures while working on a job report in November)

I Will Never Die - Delta Rae

The Calling - The Amazing Devil (one of my current favourite songs)

Farewell Wanderlust - The Amazing Devil

Secret Worlds - The Amazing Devil

The Horror and The Wild - The Amazing Devil (one of my favourite songs for over a year now)

(a break)

Until It Doesn't Hurt - Mother Mother

Underground - Cody Fry

Blood // Water (Acoustic) - Grandson (found that and the two ones before in a Spotify playlist for a fictional character)

Edge of Seventeen - Stevie Nicks (sometimes this just comes back)

Going Invisible 2 - The Mountain Goats

Let Me Bathe In Demonic Light - The Mountain Goats

Incandescent Ruins - The Mountain Goats

Bleed Out - The Mountain Goats (plus the entire album of the same name, which grew on me during the second or third listen, like most of their songs)

The Harrow and The Haunted - The Decemberists

Sons & Daughters - The Decemberists

This kind of ends with New Year's Day. Also, imagine the dark(ish) street on my Swedish hill as a setting for most of these.

(YouTube playlist)

[shieldofiron]

15 Q’s

Tagged by @disco-deviant

Are you named after anyone? LMAO no, I have met one person in my life who had my same name, it’s very uncommon in the US.

When was the last time you cried? I cried laughing just the other day (morbius related joke incident)

Do you have kids? nope

Do you use sarcasm? No I would neverrrr (yes all the time.)

What is the first thing you notice about someone? 100% their face

What is your eye colour? dark like red-brown

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings always

Any special talents? Hmm... I can always find a good public restroom.

Where were you born? Wyoming, yee yee etc.

What are your hobbies? writing/reading, quilting, drawing, I love doing my makeup too

Do you have any pets? 2 kitties

What sports do you play/have played? ahahahahahaAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

How tall are you? 5'6 (~168cm)

Favourite subject in school? German and any theatre or arts course

Dream job? Dream? My dream job is to make a piece of art, buy a castle, and live without having a job like enya

Tagging @intothedysphoria @flashwaves and @thecrabnebula IDK I’m so anxious about tagging people

[nevertheless-moving]

I just realized obi wan could totally sing the no more f to give song in pop star au.

My day has been brightened.

shadowaccio6181 asked:

Something's been going wrong when I try to embed a video, but I took that out (and replaced it with a link) and censored everything!

So. Pop Star Wars AU!

I really want to imagine Obi-Wan writing and singing this.

Here are the lyrics:

[Intro]

I've tried, tried, tried, and I’ve tried even more

I've cried, cried, cried, and I can't recall what for

I’ve pressed, I've pushed, I've yelled, I've begged

In hopes of some success

But the inevitable fact is that it never will impress!

[Chorus]

I've no more f#cks to give

My f#cks have runneth dry

I've tried to go f#ck shopping but there's no f#cks left to buy!

I've no more f#cks to give

Though more f#cks I’ve tried to get

I’m over my f#ck budget, and I'm now in f#cking debt!

[Ukulele]

[Pre-Chorus]

I strive, strive, strive, to get everything done

I’ve played by all the rules, but I've very rarely won

I've smiled, I've charmed, I’ve wooed and laughed, alas to no avail

I've run round like a moron, to unequivocally fail!

[Chorus]

I've no more f#cks to give

My f#ck fuse has just blown

I've been hunting for my f#cks all day but they've upped and f#cked off home!

I've no more f#cks to give

My f#ck rations are depleted

I've rallied my f#ck army but it's been f#cking defeated!

[Post-Chorus]

The effort has just not been worth the time or the expense!

I've exhausted all my energy, for minimal recompense!

The distinct lack of acknowledgement has now begun to gall!

And I've come to realize that I don't give a f#ck at all!

[Chorus]

I've no more f#cks to give

My f#cks have flown away

My f#cks are now so f#cked off they've refused to f#cking stay!

I've no more f#cks to give

My f#cks have gone insane

They've come back round and passed me while they're f#cking off again!

I've no more f#cks to give

My f#cks have all dissolved

I've planned many projects, but my f#cks won't be involved!

I've no more f#cks to give

My f#cks have all been spent

They've f#cked off from the building and I don't know where they went!

[Outro]

I've no more f#cks to give!

I've no more f#cks to give!

I've no more f#cks!

I've no more f#cks!

I've no more f#cks to give!

Anonymous asked:

Idk if you’ve mentioned these songs already in the Pop AU but I have a list. Some really good ones I think are “Put it on me” - Matt Maeson, “Heal” - Tom Odell, “Man or a Monster” - Zayde Wolf & Sam Tinnesz, “Walk through the fire” - Zayde Wolf & Ruelle, “Leave a light on (acoustic)”- Tom Walker, “Human” - Aquilo, “Silhouette” - Aquilo, “Underdog” - You me at six.

Anonymous asked:

Pop Star au! Where Obi Wan sings I Just haven’t met you yet By Michael Buble because it’s been playing consistently in my workplace and the thought makes me laugh

shadowaccio6181 asked:

Pop AU! Two fun inspirational songs (other than Brave - Sara Bareilles): Hall of Fame, Larger than Life - Pinkzebra. (But on a separate note, have you ever heard Smile - Mikky Ekko? It's got a soft, slightly-upbeat melody... and the lyrics are SUPER DEPRESSING. Like, Obi-Wan should absolutely write it. You Raise Me Up - Josh Groban could also be fun, maybe directed to the Force?)

Anonymous asked:

I love your pop star AU so much! I hope some inspiration for other snippets come your way soon! If I may toss some other songs your way: Måns Zelmerlöw - Heroes (inspire folks to take action), Roxette - It Must Have Been Love (grief of the loss of vod'e and his family in 66), Simon and Garfunkel - The Sound of Silence (grief at being back in the Temple after 66), Linkin Park - In the End (what was point for all the suffering if just time travelled?), kd lang - Constant Craving (for the ship?)

shadowaccio6181 asked:

Pop AU! I swear I'm not a robot. But... LOTR songs! May it Be - Enya, The Edge of Night... The Last Goodby, maybe while getting over time-traveling. It’s even sadder b/c it’s Obi-Wan, but it’s pretty. (But I’m also imagining Obi-Wan making lullabies for Anakin? Safe and Sound - Taylor Swift, Song of the sea (Lullaby) - Nolwenn Leroy, Amhrán Na Farraige, Sleepsong - Secret Garden, Song of the Sandman - Enya, Only Time - Enya, The Voice - Celtic Woman)

[strokes-of-everything]

Ok I know smell is very linked to memory because olfactory bulb proximity to hippocampus yada yada yada

But I am not sure I’ll ever see the day that I’m not floored by music’s ability to transport you back in time.

If I hear Britney Spears/Michelle Branch/any kind of 90s pop, I’m back in my mom’s Toyota Sienna, picking up my brother from soccer practice, trying not to be sick because he’s picked up yet another McDonald’s shakeable Caesar salad and he’s mixing it in the car.

I hear A*teens and I’m back to my first CD player, sitting in the rental car on my way to the airport because we’ve moved but I got to visit my friends for a bit before school was out for the summer.

Play literally anything by Paramore, Relient K, We the Kings, or All American Rejects, and I can see the halls of my high school, where I moped and cried after my first break up. I can feel the bump of the bus, smell the old leather of the seat, as I’m riding to a tennis match or band competition.

Play Enya, or Mary Chapin Carpenter, or Bob Dylan, or James Taylor, and I’m stuck in the back seat, driving ten hours to see Grandma and Grandpa for the holidays. I’m falling asleep only to wake up in the driveway, ready for Christmas. Play them again and I’m singing along in the driver’s seat, finally helping split the responsibility now that I have a driver’s license.

Music is insane and the closest thing we’ve got to teleportation and time travel. I am very very thankful for it.

[sxmmander]

These Violent Acts CH 09 - House of the Dragon fic

THESE VIOLENT ACTS CHAPTER 06 |  THE BARATHEONS

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They would bow. She would make them bow.

After the pleasant heat of Casterly Rock, where soft winds barely left kisses on the princess's cheeks, Naenya was greeted by the strange sounds of the mighty storms that often found a home at Storms End. For the unprepared, the harsh torrent of rain would surely drench someone from head to toe as the howls and screams of the winds cursed their ears.

A terrifying day for the arrival of a terrifying truth. A woman would soon rule over men.

Naenya was prepared, of course, draped in a crimson red cloak that held the Targaryen symbol as Ser Loren tore off his gold cloak to hold over the princess' head. She stood in the middle of the courtyard of the formidable castle of Storms End, one of the few completely dry despite the havoc of rain that tried to attack her.

The Baratheons stood calmly in the storm, utterly unbothered by the water washing over their skin, as they waited for the princess. Lord Boremund and his wife stood like stone, hard, strong and unmoving, next to their three sons. It was only Lady Baratheon that had servants trying to protect her from the prevailing winds and rain, though Lady Baratheon seemed completely unconcerned. Naenya was staring into the eyes of the formidable Stags.

"Lord Boremund, Lady Katherine," Naenya greeted the two, giving them a firm nod as they bowed, "I am thankful to have finally made my way through the storm and into your welcoming home,"

Neither Boremund nor Katherine's faces shifted, remaining as stone. Naenya didn't worry. Boremund had always been such a way. She doubted Boremund had even cried as a babe and instead simply stared at his mother with unmoving eyes. Boremund would need a wife of a similar personality, though Naenya was surprised a second person was born without facial expressions.

Naenya turned her gaze to the three children, her eyes immediately falling upon Elden Baratheon's trickster smile and mischievous eyes. He had grown since their last meeting, though he was still slightly shorter than Naenya. She watched as Elden seemed to catch on to the same realisation, his sly smile widening. The act caused Naenya to frown, and she struggled to understand how Elden's confidence only seemed to be able to soar, regardless of what was occurring around or to him.

"It is nice to meet your sons too, of course," Naenya finally snatched her eyes away from Elden, turning back to Boremund and Katherine, "They look like they will make fine Baratheon men. You must be pleased,"

Finally, Katherine's face seemed to shift. It was only the slightest of shifts, unnoticeable to most who weren't watching closely. Naenya noticed how her eyes softened slightly upon turning to look at her sons, the corners of her mouth relaxing. Katherine, like many other women, had a very simple weakness. Her children. Elden was her eldest, the same age as Rhaenyra, while Boremund was only a year younger. Alistair Baratheon, being held by a maid, appeared only to be about a year old. Despite the age gap, it was clear Katherine loved each of her children equally, and both her eldest and youngest held a strong resembelance to their mother. Something Naenya was certain Katherine adored.

"We are honoured to have you, Princess Enya," Elden spoke up, a teasing look dancing in his eyes, "I would, personally, die a happy man if you gave me the honour of showing you our castle of storms,"

"Enya?" Katherine had turned her head towards Elden, a questioning and disapproving tone in her lowered voice.

"You have met my eldest before?" Boremund Baratheon spoke up, his voice naturally commanding.

"We met at the tourney," Elden said, his eyes not moving from Naenya's, "We had a pleasant chat before she had to return to her duties,"

Naenya guarded her expression, not wanting anyone to see her true reactions. She was here on duty and could not fall to petty, childish antics. She was to be Queen.

"I feared young Elden had gotten lost," Naenya spoke up, her voice emphasising the 'young' part, "I wished to help him find his way back to his mother, but I was unfortunately pulled away by my sworn guard. Luckily, he was older than I had first assumed, and I wasn't leaving a helpless child as I had first thought,"

Naenya glanced over to Elden to see he had looked away with a shake of his head. The displeased smile on the eldest Baratheon son's face gave way to a small smile gracing Naenya's own face.

"He was rather small for his age, though the maester's say he is rapidly growing," Katherine told Naenya, clearly only interested in discussing her children, "The maester says all my children will grow to be quite tall and firm. Worthy men for knighthood,"

Naenya nodded, "I am certain they will,"

"Enough talk of my sons," Boremund spoke up, turning slightly to reveal the entrance to the castle, "I am sure Princess Naenya is tired from her journey and would be much more interested in a warm meal and a bed,"

Katherine Baratheon nodded, her face shifting back to the stone-faced appearance it had been before.

"Come, I am sure my family can pester you tomorrow," Boremund spoke, offering his arm, "But only once you have slept and eaten,"

...Author Typing

BRUH ITS THE BARATHEONS. GOTTA LOVE THE EMOTIONLESS BOIS. Don't worry, Elden has plenty of shenanigans left.

Also, Naenya and Elden just being children with their retorts to one another

[comfortwriting]

A Summer Secret Final Part - F.W

Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Masterlist, Writing Prompt Masterlist, Requesting Rules

A/N: First of all, I want to say THANK YOU  for the love and excitement you have shown this mini-series - I have LOVED every single moment writing it!

Secondly, I would like to apologise for my absence, my health has been a struggle and because the NHS is already stressed out here in the UK, I'm struggling to pay for the private health care I desperately need; but I am back!

Prompt 47: "I love you, why can’t you just accept it?” You cried.

Warnings: Swearing, 18+, mention of eating and food, mention of alcohol.

Swallowing down the Christmas turkey coated in gravy, you refused to look up from your plate, unless a member of the family - when anyone other than Fred - started to tell a story, express thanks, or comment on the Christmas dinner.

You weren't in the mood to eat, you felt sick, you didn't even want to be sat here knowing that Fred couldn't be with you; looking back, you wished you ripped up his letter and avoided the joke shop altogether.

"I've got to say, Y/N," Percy called out, catching your attention "your hard work at the ministry isn't going unnoticed!"

Looking up bravely from your plate, you smiled at Percy, quickly taking a sip from your cup of mulled wine - everyone's eyes - especially Fred's - glued on you.

"Thank you," you smiled, setting down your cup "I'm starting to get the hang of it, really."

Percy smiled, "I'm happy to hear that, it's a pleasure working with you."

Fred shot Percy a look, almost as if he was telling him to back off and Molly didn't let it go unnoticed, it added to her list of worries after seeing you and her son argue outside, your tears, him letting you storm off; what the hell is going on?

Sitting in the large front room, you, Gideon, and Fabian sat together, opening your presents with everyone else. Tearing the shiny red wrapping paper, your eyes widened at the burnt amber jumper with your large initial in the middle.

"It's about time you got one!" Gideon smiled.

Fabian nodded "Looks like Grandma Weasley approves of you!"

You searched the front room from Molly but you couldn't find her sitting next to her husband, laughing with her sons, or hugging her daughter inlaws.

"How could you be so bloody stupid!" Molly hissed under her breath.

Fred opened his mouth to speak, but Molly shut him down.

"She's eighteen! Same age as your nephews! What were you thinking?!"

Fred's guilt started to boil inside of him, his heart weeping - pleading for understanding and forgiveness - his head screaming at him and telling him off.

"I was thinking that I might be in love with her," Fred answered quietly, the memories you shared flooding back to him.

Molly swallowed hard "And are you in love with her?"

Fred took your hand in his, the other resting on your waist, your eyes swimming in each other’s, your steps slow and gentle mirroring his.

Climbing into bed with Fred, he pulled you into his warm, strong arms, making you feel safe and protected.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he said, falling asleep, pecking a small kiss on your head.

“Goodnight, Freddie,” you replied, closing your eyes, engulfing in his warmth.

"Yeah, I am." Fred answered, "But she isn't in love with me, and I ended it before it could get serious." He lied.

Fred walked out of the kitchen, his mother following behind, the two of them finally joining you all by the fire, wrapping paper covering the carpet.

Molly's eyes widened and sparkled at the sight of you in the jumper, she pulled you into a warm, motherly embrace.

"I'm so glad you like it, dear."

"I love it, Molly." You smiled, your eyes locking with Fred's.

Now boxing day, everyone was tired out and hungover, sleeping in until the leftovers from Christmas dinner brought them to the kitchen.

You woke up early, well, you had been awake all night, hurting, and you wanted some time alone to enjoy a cup of coffee to wake you up.

"Y/N!" Molly chirped, "you're up early!" she smiled.

Molly walked into the kitchen and poured herself a cup, sitting down at the table.

"Yeah," you laughed lightly "I haven't really slept."

Molly stayed quiet for a moment, a concerned look splashed across her face, her eyes drowning in the coffee.

"What happened between you and Freddie?" she asked, finally looking at you "You've not been the same."

You sighed, brushing your hair from your face and started to explain.

Molly learnt that it was much more than a simple rejection, the forbidden romance had been going on for a long time, her son pulling you close and then pushing you away when you needed him most.

"I'm in love with him," you cried "and I want to be with him-"

Before you could continue, Molly's face dropped, her mouth opened and her eyes fixed upon someone standing behind you.

Turning around in your seat, Fred stood tall, staring at you, shaking his head before storming out of the house.

"I'm sorry-" you left the table and followed him.

Now was your chance.

"I can't believe you!" Fred shouted angrily, "Making me out to be the villain!

You scoffed, catching up to him, "I'm not! I told the truth, Freddie!"

"To my own mum!"

"She asked me what happened!"

"And you couldn't lie about it?!"

"I love you, why can’t you just accept it?” You cried, standing still, choking on your tears.

Fred stopped in his tracks, finally turning to face you, his face hard like stone.

"Because it's wrong!" He shouted again, "You know it is!"

"What makes it wrong?" you challenged him "I'm an adult now, it isn't against the law!"

Fred shook his head, looking frustrated and tired, he too had been up all night, hurting.

"But it's still wrong!" Fred shot you down "you are still too young!"

"Fred-"

"We can break up and it won't be too late for you to start over, I don't want you to waste the best years of your life with me!" His voice now cracking.

You shook your head "You're not even considering the flip side! We could be happy together, please Fred, take a chance on me!"

Fred didn't say anything, his eyes searching yours for a life where you would be happy without him - then remembering that in another life you would be married to Draco's son, against your will; unhappy and lost.

"And if these are the best years of my life, please let me waste them with you." You croaked.

Fred slowly inches closer towards you, his stone face crumbling away, his eyes glassy and his face pale.

"What if I don't want you to waste it on me?" Fred asks softly, his hand now resting against your tear-stained face.

"It doesn't matter," you replied, "if I can't love you from up close, I'll be loving you from afar, wasting these years on you anyway."

Fred shook his head, a smile creeping upon his face.

"Do you want to waste my time, Freddie?"

Fred nods his head, "I do, Y/N," and his soft lips slowly and gently brush upon yours.

Angelina freaked at the sight of you both kissing through the window.

"George, what the bloody hell-"

George shushed his wife, a huge smile forming on his face - Molly smiling too.

"That's why it never happened," George muttered "She was the one had been waiting for all along."

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[rebelichor]

The sewage system beneath the Capital had always been an unsettling place. The walls seemingly absorbing the generations of lost children that had been tossed away here, alongside dirt and criminals. Pain and torture thick in the moist air. Her reign had emptied this place. Those hunted slowly daring to come back to the sunlight. And those who hunted chased away.

But on this day there would be a soft crying carried to the Queen and her Lord’s ears, as they took a walk at the roots of the Tree. Their attention heightened by the little newborn bundle that she had born just recently. This one sounded similar. Small and vulnerable. Hungry. And so incredibly fragile. The tiniest echo coming from the dark pits beneath the golden steel bars that closed off the entry to the catacombs beneath the palace.

Ariadne dared to feel a swell of happiness on that day. Enough so, that she eased her schedule to allow for a leisurely walk with Enok and their newborn. Little Xeha could use the peace and quiet, she told herself, when really it was for her own benefit. Aella and Enya were causing some fantastic noise and mischief for the stoic red wolf of Leyndell and their tutor.

The sound of an echoed cry caused said happiness to falter. Steps slowing, the Queen exchanged a look to her husband. Both held similar fears. There were no buildings nearby that should have contained a baby's cry, much less when the sound seemed to carry from beneath them...

There was a dread in the pit of her stomach. Though she had taken steps to free those who were different from shackles which bound them below the city in a miserable life, opinions were not easily swayed. "Hold her. Please." she urged, tone indicative that argument was not an option.

Ariadne slipped her hand into a pocket producing a seal of Perfect Order. Her own sacred seal, and the only. With it she cast an incantation which opened the barred catacombs and descended into the depths with quickened steps.

The cries acted as her guide. There was little light below the city, the sewerage system a dim and filthy place where a baby's cry didn't at all belong. Her heart ached at the discovery. "Oh, little one. Oh, darling." she cooed, gathering the abandoned newborn into her arms and casting an incantation to warm and heal them. They were absolutely freezing, and she imagined they hadn't been fed. There were telltale signs of no clothing and a still-fresh cord stump that had yet to begin drying. They had quite literally been born and left to die down here.

"I've got you," Ariadne whispered into the dark, unshouldering her shawl to wrap the little one up safe and warm. "You're safe now." Perhaps that was when she did the unthinkable. Her robes parted just-so and she guided them, the baby boy, to feed. Her steps carried her carefully from the catacombs back into the light of day.

Here, the horns and the little hanging tail were obvious. Enok would be met with the sight of Ariadne breastfeeding an 'omen' in need. Though rather than a soft or pleading look, she emerged with a stern expression. "Guards! Gather everyone who has an incantation into the catacombs." Then, much more quietly and with softened eyes she regarded her husband. "He almost died right beneath our feet. This is a failure and I intend to get to the bottom of it..." Gaze lowering, she adjusted the newborn in her arms. "He will remain with us. Never again will he know such neglect or despair."

@enokvirkow

[moonnightyoongi]

the best of me | jk

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: angst, angst, ANGST

word count: 1.9k

description: i worry that i wasted the best of me on you

Sitting on the kitchen floor with a half empty bottle of vodka at your side wasn’t how you planned your New Year’s Eve. Staring at the kitchen cabinet with a vacant expression wasn’t how you wanted it to go either, yet here you were alone, and empty. The sound of people in the streets screaming and cheering drunkenly as the clock got closer to midnight was the only thing keeping your mind present and not drifting your thoughts to him. His large eyes and wide smile that could capture a crowd’s attention in an instant. His laugh that would roar across a room with delight causing others to smile and laugh themselves. Everything about him seemed perfect, but you should have known that there was no such thing as perfect and someone pretending to be perfect would eventually slip.

And slip he did, right through a thick piece of ice.

Not literally of course, the heat in your country heated the water before it even had a chance to drop to such a temperature to freeze. No, his perfect façade faded. One day it was good morning texts, the next it was you asking if he was okay and him not replying till 4pm in the afternoon with one word – not even bothering to ask if you were okay. Trying to get a conversation out of him was like trying to squeeze shit through a straw, completely pointless. Yet there you were, trying and holding onto what was left. The hopeless romantic in you refusing to believe that it had fizzled out and he was no longer interested in spending time with you or wanting to know how your day had gone.

Just silence.

‘You’re so young, don’t worry about it’. Young? Yes. Tired? Exhausted. You had been known for the theatrics and anytime you tried to explain how tired and drained you were, they simply scoffed and told you that you’d be over it before you know it. It was easy for them, their husbands, wives, partners were their first or their second. Yet, you had a long history of short relationships that lead nowhere and were often fake while they chased who they really wanted. Then you met him. Over a year you had him where you wanted him to be and it felt nice to be able to tell people you had someone and it to be still the same the next time you spoke. He fit perfectly into the life you had imagined, never asking for too much and never expecting too little. Perfect.

Or was it really perfect? Did you see what you wanted to see? Did you ignore the signs he gave and pushed them back? Of course, if you didn’t then you wouldn’t be sitting on the kitchen floor, half drunk and thinking of every little thing he did – or didn’t do.

He did bring you your favourite food whenever he could. He did tell you what he liked most about you. He did support everything you did. He did protect you at every chance and he did introduce you to his friends as soon as you agreed. He respected who you were and the boundaries you had set. He did make you laugh, and a smile would always grace your face when his name was mentioned, or he walked into a room.

He didn’t tell you he loved you till you would. He wouldn’t go out of his way to see you when he was free. He did put his friends first. He did make you cry without knowing. He didn’t answer calls when you needed him most.

But that’s normal, right? He had his life to live, he couldn’t drop everything to run at your beck and call. So why did you? Why were you first on the scene when his smile fell? Why were you the first to schedule a date? Why was it always you telling him you loved him first, and sometimes only you?

“You’re being very dramatic,” Sasha says walking into the kitchen in her new year’s outfit.

“Is that right?” you reply in a monotone voice.

“You should come to the party! Everyone is going to be there, it’ll be fun.”

“I don’t feel like fun.”

“You don’t look like much fun,” Enya jokes walking into the kitchen, clearly not reading the room. Sasha shoots her a glare before returning her attention to you.

“Come on, I have a dress you can wear.”

“No thanks,” you say, “I’m good here.”

She sighs and looks at Enya with a concerned look, Enya simply shrugged in return before turning on her heels and walking out of the kitchen.

“Y/N,” she says kneeling down in front of you, “This isn’t going to help you.”

“I don’t want it to,” you reply, “I just want to feel it out.”

“You’ve been feeling it out for 3 months.”

“We were together for a year, I have another 3 to go,” you tell her. Half the relationship time and that is how long you’re allowed to feel sad about it they say.

“That’s a terrible phrase,” she groans standing up, “I’ll leave the dress and shoes by the door if you change your mind. Change into the clothes, don’t come in that.”

You look down at the dirty sweatpants and oversized jumper before meeting eye contact, “But this is such a look.”

“I’m not going to tell you what you look like,” she smiles before checking her bag, “We’re going.”

“Have fun.”

“We will!” Enya shouts opening the front door, “Fuck it’s freezing!”

“They think it’ll snow,” Sasha says, “Unusual for here since it’s always so hot.”

“Reverse global warming,” Enya laughs.

“I wish,” Sasha groans walking out of the kitchen, “Bye Y/N!”

You picked up the half empty bottle of vodka and took another swig before groaning and kicking it away from you. Everything felt bad and smelt bad if they got too close to you. Half of you hated what you had become and the other loved the miserable, empty feeling that resided. But Sasha was right, even though you hated to admit it. You needed to feel something different than the empty yearning feeling, and maybe a party surrounded by people who were too drunk to care that you were quiet would do the trick.

Right?

Wrong. The music was loud, the people were a lot drunker than first anticipated and to make it worse you forgot that the whole point of New Year’s Eve was the midnight kiss. You could always hide in a toilet or on a balcony while it happened, but there was something about it that made you feel a lot worse than just standing around watching everyone kiss a stranger.

“You’re here!” Sasha screams letting go of Hoseok’s hand, “And you smell nice!”

“I showered,” you reply as she shook you left to right excitedly, “Where’s Enya?”

“Her and Taehyung are playing a game of who can drink the most shots in a minute. She lost the first two rounds, she’s determined now.”

“Jeez, how many did Taehyung drink?”

“1, she couldn’t finish them,” Sasha laughs spilling her drink, “Shit! Come on let’s both get a drink.”

“I think I’ve had enough,” you say as she pulls you between the crowd of people.

“You had two swigs of vodka, that’s just a double!”

“Three.”

“Well drink a coke or something then,” she says throwing a can at you, except it misses and goes straight into the back of the person behind you.

“I’m so sorry!” Sasha screams.

“That really hurt!” she cries dramatically, you thrown as you pick it up off the floor as the boy, she was with crouches down with you.

“Thanks,” you mumble as your hand meets his over the can, a spark ran up your arm and you immediately knew who’s hand you had touched. His.

“Shit,” Sasha whispers from behind you.

“Y/N,” Jungkook smiles sadly.

“Yeah, hi,” you say taking the can off him and walking out of the kitchen. The first time you see him, and he was with someone else… and she was a lot prettier than you could ever imagine to be.

“No wait,” he says following you through the crowd and onto the balcony.

“What?” you ask trying to freeze your now piping hot cheeks.

“Your bright red,” he replies worryingly, “Are you okay?”

“Just hot,” you say putting the cold can to your cheek.

He laughs and looks at you intently, “I’m not with her by the way. She was asking me about my shirt.”

“She was flirting with you.”

“No, she wasn’t.”

You sit on the cold, hard floor, and groan, “Yes she was Jungkook.”

“Oh, I didn’t realise.”

“Of course, you didn’t,” you say lifting your head and closing your eyes. You feel his body sit down next you as he shifts awkwardly.

“How have you been?”

“The usual.”

He nods his head, “I deserve that.”

“Deserve what?” you groan.

“The coldness.”

“Yeah, you do,” you say looking at him, “Tell me, did I deserve it?”

“No, you really didn’t.”

“Didn’t think so.”

It fell silent once more as he fiddled with his hands in front of him.

“I’m sorry,” he says breaking the silence.

“You’re 3 months too late.”

“I feel like I’m 6 months too late. I didn’t treat you the best towards the end.”

“Well, you were trying to give me a clue,” you tell him with a sigh.

“No, I wasn’t. I was really struggling with university and work and I lost sight of who I was and who I had around me. I took a lot for granted.”

You shrug your shoulders as you watched everyone inside laugh and practically fall over each other. Yet here you were, on a balcony with your ex-boyfriend who was apologising over and over.

“No offense Jungkook, but I don’t want anymore apologies. They’re pointless,” you interrupt, “You can’t apologise for being an asshole 3 months after being one.”

“I know, you like action not words,” he says, “How can I show you?”

“By being considerate to your next girlfriend,” you tell him standing up, “And telling her you love her from time to time.”

“I love you,” he says, “I did then, I do now, and I will – forever and always,” Jungkook says before you opened the door to the party. Turning to look at him you saw the sincere, nervous look he had when you first met.

“Tell it to your next one,” you reply opening the door and pushing through the crowd. He didn’t come after you and you didn’t expect him to. The words you had left him with were harsh, but at least he knew how it felt to not have the person you love say it back.

Now it was time to focus on not losing what is left of you and stopping the anxiety you felt when you looked back at everything you had given him.

Except just one thought lingered as you walked home.

Had you wasted the best of you on him?

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