#EVERY TIME I GO maybe I like Whitney now :D

[heinous-desiree]

Let me punch Whitney... PLEASE

No matter how often I see this scene, I hate that I cannot grab that cocky bastard by the back of their neck and make them eat the counter. Let me pepper spray them point blank. Let me FIGHT THEM FOR SYDNEY'S HONOR. DAMMIT. I CAN'T EVEN GET SYDNEY CONTACTS TO AVOID THIS HAPPENING AGAIN. I'M NOT CLOSE ENOUGH TO SYDNEY YET. I'M SO FUCKING MAD.

[randomgentlefolk]

CPC EPILOGUE

One last...One last review...before...*gasp for air*...it all fall into the pit of daily pass...*dramatically fall into the ground*

ALL THOSE CHAPTERS. Those were some damn rollercoasters. And yet with everything we've been through, we're finally here...

Let's get right into it

JACK FINALLY REUNITING WITH LEELATHAE!! Relationship goal fr <3 This whole Leelathae portrait stuff is actually making me curious about some things. For instance like, does Leelathe still sleep? I mean, she's pretty much a spirit now, right? Does she still do daily human acitivities, or does she roam around the castle all day?

It's awesome to see what the pastel siblings are doing now! :D

First of all, Lorena definitely deserve that A+++++. No questions asked. Hopefully this can make up for her whole grade, considering she said she has never gotten an A in her entire life XD

I love how Maria is becoming really ambitious towards her dream!

And Gwen bonding with her mom's side of the family <3 That is simply so sweet. It looks like Jamie love those food XD I wonder what are the recipes for those dishes.

Also pretty curious what those little beads are! I assume they are berries?

Jamie and Leopold creating lots of paintings so Leelathae can venture around!! Since Leelathae can also visit dreams, do you think she visits each of her children's dream every night?

Old guard name reveal HECK YEAH!! I've been waiting for that. So happy he got all those recognitions and promotion!!

And Becket getting demoted lmaoo

Is it rude for me to say that with what Beckett did before the invasion (ignore Frederick), and how he immediately decided to confess to Maria without any consideration for the room, he kindaa had it coming? xd I get that he was excited but don't just do that man.

Just wanted to say I absolutely love Lorena's outfit in this panel! Between all of the pastel siblings, her fashion style has always been my favorite. VOTE QUEEN LORENA WOOOOO!!!!

Everyone's getting their appreciations like they deserve!! I'm happy for everyone.

FREDERICK FINALLY GETTING THE RECOGNITION, THE APPRECIATION, AND THE PROUDNESS HE DESERVE!! I'M SO PROUD OF HIM EVERYONE LOOK AT HIM. LOOK AT THE BOY.

The Cursed Princess Club!! Everyone may have a hard time accepting them at first but they always have their family and friends' back <3 Love how Tori is just "CLAP YOU HEATHENS" Lmao XD

Also the fact that Whitney is just standing there so awkwardly :') he looks like the standing emoji.

Welp, out of the town and to the prison we go~

Leland not getting any visitors in the prison is honestly a really good punishment; a painful one too. How we see in the last chapters about how he realized that Jack actually love him and he has a breakdown, Isolde's speech to him about what else could he possible want, realizing that this whole time he has had everything. And now he's rotting in jail losing everything he once had. All because of envy and hatred. Just because he wasn't satisfied until he could see the man he once love the most suffer. Emotionally, that's really fucking painful.

Out of the prison we go~

So, Pizza exist in the CPC universe? XD That's not supposed to be surprising but I was taken aback for some reason. I guess CPC is set after the 18th century, then!

I can imagine it already. With Suzie moving to the Pastel Kingdom, Lorena will definitely hang out with her almost everyday. Them sparring and eating at a cafe in their free time <3 Sometimes Lance would join too :] They would share notes!!

FINALLY THEY STOLE THE PORTRAIT BACK!! I wonder where they will hang it up? Maybe at the Cpc? Or at the Pastel Palace?

Jack declaring the cpc's forest as a protected place is so damn awesome like, he cares about his daughter's friends!! ALSO THE SPIDER TALKING ABOUT NEWEST MEMBER?? I wonder who...

This panel is everything for me.

BENEDICT IS SO DAMN DEVOTED WHAT??? BRO He tricked the sea cucumber to curse him so he can find his lover!!! (This sounds so confusing out of context lmao) TRUE RELATIONSHIP GOAL.

BLAQUELYN LOOKS SO PRETTY???? I LOVE HER FASHION STYLE SO MUCH!! She rocks that outfit fr!! But Greyden 💀 Deep down I'm still wondering how very little of his hair could make a whole damn coat..

GUYS. GUYS IT'S HAPPENING. EVERYBODY STAY CALM

NELL AND JOLIE WEDDING LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOO

Holy shit. First of all another point about the outfits cause I loveee observing everyone's outfit!! Their wedding dress is absolutely!! Pretty!!! The details Lambcat put is amazing. I can see that Jolie's wearing high heels, so can we assume she and Nell has the same height? Absolutely adore how Jolie's dress has ruffles look while Nell's more silky!!

The wedding's decoration is totally magical too!! It looks so majestic and angelic.

Celso and Aurelia is a couple I would never expect but honestly? I'm not complaining. Imagine their date is them sitting at a cafe right at the window seats, watching people outside while roasting each one of them <3 Dream date fr

I do hope it's true love though because if not, R.I.P Celso XD

Holy shit.. EVERYONE PLEASE, ALLOW ME TO MAKE YET ANOTHER FASHION REVIEW. BECAUSE GOODNESS GRACIOUS THIS DRESS IS MAKING ME SWOON. OKAY DAMN YOU GO MARIA YOU GO. First of all the blue fabric looks so metallic, I love that!! The light blue glittery ruffles with little pearls on its edges are also gorgeous. I love the lace necklace complimenting the dress and especially, I fricking love the blue transculent fabric on her arms!!! She looks so graceful.

She got noticed by her idol!!! That is so dang amazing. How she looks in the album cover is also just, woah.

Blaine buddy you cannot just do that. You cannot just. No. Please I'm begging you, reunite with your family. You can go on ahead with your self discovery journey, of course! But at least visit them once or twice :') Your mom is real worried about you, man...

I hope there's going to be a spin off or something about Blaine's journey...

NEW CPC HEADQUARTER??? HECK YEAH!!

Monika opening her jewelry store and achieving her dream!! So proud of her :D and Gwen opening her own bakery!!

Unfortunately I've run out of picture space...

Gwen can finally see her own reflection I am so proud of her :') She love herself!!

Goodness...Leelathae's letter... I need a moment to sob.

I fricking love the message this webtoon gives, man. It's just so damn wholesome and important. Beauty is on the inside. It's a simple message but damn it really is important to understand that message!!

Gwen is wearing braids Y'ALL 😭😭 SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL

Okay, I'm wondering about something here! In the panel where the pastel family are having breakfast together, we can see Leelathae eating pancakes in her portrait too! Does this mean she can eat? Can food be transported to portraits? Or did Leopold paint a pancake or smth XD

THE LAST. FUCKING PANEL.

Gwen and Frederick holding hands in front of the CPC building while being surrounded by sunflowers which once scare Frederick but now he looks so happy and in peace. I'm so glad everyone each got their deserved ending :')

Well, I suppose this is the last review, then. That's kind of sad, to be honest. But I've loved writing each of my reviews, and I want to say thank you to people who have interracted with them. I always love hearing y'all's thought and theories!! Maybe one day I'll find a new webtoon series which I can write these reviews on!! But for now, this shall be the last cpc review I write!

Mono out! (But still in to hear your thoughts)

[dollya-robinprotector]

If it's alright to know, can I ask how you got to draw boobas and abs so well? Any references/tutorials you can share?

Or maybe tell us your secret on how to draw clothes, folds and wrinkles?

I really admire you and your art. I tend to look at your blog for inspiration for my own drawings haha

That's a lot to unravel on just one ask isn't it? But, hm... Well let's talk about abs, or more specific, how I draw men.

Would you believe it if I said I did NOT know how to draw men? Male, boy, guys, dudes,... I just did not know how to draw them, and I don't even know for certain if I know now.

I'm serious. It's not just that "never good enough" thing every artists have, it is what it is. I just didn't know how to draw men, so I avoided entirely drawing any men-related stuffs if possible. Female are easier, they're soft and delicate and dainty and just vibe with my way more. I love gesture and dynamic, so doing men's strong and huge and stoic anatomy is torture, if they don't have at least some more feminine trait like long hair,... Almost any attempt I made to draw them are just miserable I can barely look at them second time.

My attempts at drawing men since 2018. You can already compare the fem character is more relaxed than the stiffy stuffy male O)-( And this is already my most proud piece I could show

So, what happened?

✨I brute forced myself✨

I joined this segg game fandom and forced myself to draw hetero nsfw, not very often as it should, but I really tried.

I created male designs that are challenging to me and forced myself to👏just👏fucking👏draw👏them.

That's why you can see very clear how M!Robin (which I drew first and tend to draw the most) has soft and round features, resemble to how I draw females. Next is M!Sydney with his long hair and soft face but more solid body underneath soft and covered clothes, that's how I practiced the "outline".

Next is Kylar, Whitney when I started moving to "facial expressions" and "abs" since Whitney needs to look the most solid out of all the school LIs. From that on you can see how I created Homestead AU and Alex design, which combined many factors I listed above. Andddd now I'm working on the Great Hawk for more "furry" look :D

But, honestly, the game was on since I created Lyah. I actually had him in mind very early, but just after the dance pieces and the Nymph comic did he took his shape correctly.

Lyah was truly a challenge, so everytime I draw him I went absolutely wild and then discovered something new :D

Like, how thick should his neck is to be just enough, to let people know he's a muscular man but not the Rock level

How to make his tits or his ass look bouncy and plump even when he's wearing clothes

How the fuck do muscles work when his hand turn like this, or like that, or round the back,... Those subtle lines on his arms cost me my fucking life O)-(

Like that and that... The wrinkles? Fold? Abs? His penis? Everything, I fucking brute forced myself to just search for the refs, muscles chart, and draw my shit out. But that's exactly why I still don't even know if I'm doing good enough.

Well, according to my friends, who are WAYYY better than me, I'm still having very very VERY far to go O)-(

So, yeah, I guess the first and formost thing is just keep practicing and moving out from your comfort zone, little by little. I'm honored that I can be inspiration to someone, anyone, and I hope we could keep moving forward together ✨

[pisayers]

A Dinner at a Pizza Place

I am not writing this to get your attention, but to let the world know how much of a fucking asshole you are for ruining our family dinner that night at my favorite pizza place. The once enchanted place where I had my debut and the past birthdays before that is now my Cornelia Street. Even the thought of me in a taxi passing by the carnival roof and the orange-tinted windows of that pizza place makes me remember your stupid face, and it hurts.

I was sitting in my favorite blue dress, the frills dancing with the wind blown by the electric fan behind me. You sat to my right in what I could only describe as the laziest outfit you could have pulled off. You would think that a man who cares so much about name brand watches and perfume would at least meet my father and my mother in something more than a half zipped-up varsity jacket, wrinkled white tee, and tattered jeans. But I didn’t care. All I needed was that sequin smile of yours to prove to them why I let you in my delicate heart.

Mommy was to my left in full green scrubs and a stethoscope still hanging on her neck. Her dark eye bags and frazzled hair only made her more beautiful in my eyes for she made time for me despite her cramped schedule. I want to be like mother one day. Daddy on the other hand, can fuck off if he wants to. The aviator shades on top of his bald head and the short blunt pencil dangling on his right ear made him look like your stereotypical carpenter, but he was just a jobless piggybacking leach who made mommy’s life a living hell. With a polo shirt that smelled of whiskey and a breath that stunk of cigarette smoke, having him on the dinner table was simply to tolerate him rather than to love him.

Along with a few other relatives that I would much rather not talk about, we were celebrating my acceptance in the Big 4 universities, my top choices granted in all four of the highly esteemed institutions. You still went to the dinner with me even if you failed two of them, and you were down in the dumps because of it. My heart was beating out of my chest, but I wanted to cheer you up a little.

I squeezed your hand three times to say I love you, but you squeezed mine back only two times. Behind that pearly white smile, you were sad. It’s one squeeze per word, and you would always squeeze four times to say I love you too. I rested my head on your shoulder to let you know that I was here for you, but you didn’t lean on my head to say you were here for me too. I tried to look at those brown eyes to see if you were okay, but you closed them and turned to the side to let me know that you were not. I’m mildly annoyed that you went to this dinner in a gloomy mood, but I didn’t want to ruin this special day. Perhaps I can make you happy once the pizza comes around.

Mommy flags down the waiter from the counter and your eyes light up. She walks down the steps whipping out a ballpoint pen and a green spiral notepad from her back pocket and your stare tracks her every move. It was Whitney from school. I was pissed. Again. How was I, in my best dress and four hours of makeup I did for you, going to compete with her, a model who could still walk the runway in her natural look and work uniform? I suppose her fair skin from head to toe was refreshing when all you see everyday is the acne on my forehead and the blemishes all over my tan body. I suppose that body of hers she keeps in shape overtakes the hip dips and belly fats when your hands run down the contours of my waist. I suppose the D-cup breasts she flaunts in her tight polo shirt is everything compared to my grape tits.

Maybe it’s the personality? She was a star gymnast and volleyball captain while I was simply an average star Scrabble player. She has a large group of friends, but I’m just a floater in our batch. She’s balancing competitions, organizations, and this part-time job, while I was too busy with my academics to branch out. She had everything. I had nothing.

Mommy asked for what I wanted and I said the usual. Pepperoni pizza with cheese criss cut fries on the side. Whitney waves at us and I wave back with a genuine smile as you swipe through the homepage of your phone pretending that you didn’t see her. Mommy asks for daddy’s order and he says anything on the menu—that’s code for “order me anything so that I can grab a piece from all of your other plates later.” Lastly, mommy asks for your order and you stumble on your words trying to say you wanted my order. Whitney waves again to see if you saw her this time, and you wave back with a sheepish grin on your face.

Mommy waves Whitney over to the other table with relatives and she tries kickstarting a conversation to break the ice. She asks you what course you’re taking and you say Petroleum Engineering, a question mark forming on daddy’s forehead because all he wants is for his children to be in the medical field, a disappointment for a Computer Science girlie like me. She asks you where you plan on working and you say somewhere in Saudi Arabia, even though you told me before that you planned on shifting to another course. You keep looking back at the counter to see if she’s there, but she isn’t. Can you stop lying to me, babe?

Whitney comes in with two pepperoni pizzas on wooden boards and props them on a metal platform for us to eat. Mommy shifts the platform over to us and we start cutting our slices with the roller blade. I always liked biting the crust first, and you smiled at me with that same smile you gave me when I first did it with a slice of a three-cheese pizza in the school cafeteria. For those five seconds, I felt like you were mine. I felt like there was no one else in the world that could take you away from me, that you could hold me in your arms forever and I could bury my face in your chest to forget all my worries in the world.

But Whitney brushes past you and I feel like I’ve been yanked away from your arms once again. You watch as she sways her hips in a silly dance to the restaurant theme music. You locked your eyes on her for too long. I tug on your arm to try and get your attention and you jolt your head back to face me as if you were in a trance just a moment ago. I didn’t want to fight, so I gave you a small smirk to mask the strain in my throat. I wanted to cry.

Whitney comes back with the other two pepperoni pizzas, one for mommy and one supposedly for daddy. You grabbed a fork and knife and started sawing your way through the tip of the pizza to my chagrin. Mommy chuckled a bit and told you it was fine to hold it with your hands and you pounced on the opportunity immediately to grab the slice, fold the corners, and chomp on nearly half the pizza. With pizza sauce all over your mouth, I grab a piece of tissue paper and tried to wipe it away, only for you to yank my arm down and wipe it with the sleeve of your varsity jacket. What is going on, babe? You’ve never done that before.

You continued to munch down on your pizza slice, your greasy hands glossy under the lantern draped in red Japanese paper above us. You lick the residue of pizza sauce on your thumb and wipe your hands on the tablecloth. If mommy and daddy saw your table manners, they would have kicked you out on the spot. I suppose I thank you for being at least discrete about it. But still. We have to talk about them later, if you will even bother to look at me this evening.

I asked how you were doing and you said you were full. You reclined on your chair, exposing the beer belly under your wrinkled white tee, now stained with three dots of hot sauce on your navel area. I zipped up your varsity jacket to cover the spots, but you zipped it back down violently and glared at me like I did something wrong. I was scared. I wanted to run across the table and hug mommy. What has gotten into you?

You quickly get up and let the table know that you were going out to get fresh air. I follow your movement with my puppy eyes and watch as you pull on the screen door, disappearing as you move down the steps. My gaze is still on that screen door. Mommy taps me on the elbow and asks me if I’m going to finish my last slice of pizza. I say yes and immediately grab it. I take a bite.

Daddy asks me how I’m doing and I say I’m doing great. He asks me if I have any plans later and I say none. He asks me more nonsensical questions and I give him more one-word answers. Mommy is on her phone. She’s probably chatting with an ER nurse or a resident in the hospital. Daddy tries to sneak a peek at her phone and mommy shields it immediately, a disgusted look on her face that isn’t erased for a few minutes.

Suddenly, I catch a glimpse of Whitney outside the restaurant, her curly brunette hair up against the orange-tinted window. Then, it hit me. My gut feeling assumed the worst. My heart sank. I got up and rushed outside as daddy pulled the hem of my dress asking what was wrong. To my surprise, his skinny arms managed to rip off part of the frills, and I gave him a death stare for him to back off. In a comical attempt to apologize, he fumbled on his words and the pencil on his ear fell to the ground. Mommy half-heartedly helped him up, lifting him by the armpits and dropping him on the chair like he was a box of supplies from the grocery store. If only he cared more about me than the actual aesthetic of that dangling pencil, maybe my childhood would have turned out much better.

I push the screen door, greeted by the cool breeze and blinding sunshine. I shielded the sun’s beams with my left arm and scanned the parking lot, only to find an overflowing dumpster, a gray Camry, and a Montero pickup truck in the vicinity. I walked around and around and around the building, but neither you nor Whitney were in sight. Stop hiding from me, babe.

An ear-piercing scream echoes throughout the restaurant. Customers inside perked their heads up almost in unison, with some even standing up from their seats like meerkats warding off predators in the savannah. Mommy stormed out the door looking for me and I ran to her with my heart sinking beneath my feet. She wrapped me up in the warmest embrace I could find, and behind her. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

Whitney stumbled on the restaurant steps, the buttons on her polo shirt undone and the hairnet barely dangling on her braided bun. I yanked mommy’s arms off of me and ran to her as fast as I could. Before she could set foot on the door, I grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around, only to find a black eye and a large cut at the bottom of your lips. Tears flowed down her now red cheeks as she tried to catch her breath while collapsing to the ground.

In almost an instant, you came around the corner fuming and fists clenched. But you saw me with a worried look on my face and you stopped like a deer in headlights. Your lips quivered. Your shoulders tensed up. Your legs froze. You ran away. You’re a monster, Dom.

[doggirlswag]

social media hcs for dol’s love interests :D

alex

doesn’t have time for that. farm work is hard work!

while they do have a laptop, they don’t really use it outside of business. sometimes they’ll play peggle.

if they’re not on a call, they might play a youtube video in the background. something light, funny, and undemanding to take the pressure off

i think alex likes old people memes. the shit your grandparents post on facebook would make them chuckle

keeps up with family through calls, but they’ll log into their facebook from like... 2012 to set up reunions. their profile picture hasn’t changed since they made it.

avery

linkedin. maybe facebook. if they have a twitter they’re verified but have only made like one or two posts.

unless it’s for networking, it’s kind of a waste of time, and they value their time very highly

does occasionally use reddit though. has definitely given financial advice and capped their post off with “this is not financial advice” as though that means fucking anything

actually now that i think about it they definitely have an instagram just to show off. if somebody shows up to a meeting with a new watch they post a picture with a nicer model the next day.

eden

haha.

if they had electricity, wi-fi, and a phone, maybe they would listen to podcasts?

if they really need to know something and they don’t have a book on it, they’ll go to the library. even then they’d flip through like every encyclopedia before asking a librarian how to get on the computers.

kylar

4chumblr lovechild that 2013 dreamed of.

has about 10 burner emails at any given time

an active member on a bunch of niche forums. like ‘the one guy who photoshopped his dick green on a futurama forum’ level niche.

they used to be a VERY active roleplayer. i think they have a bunch of warrior cats ocs.

has a very strong opinion on reddit. whether it’s positive or negative is up to you :)

kylar misses the early internet and they refuse to install windows 10.

they’ve made themself & the pc in every game possible. their sims folder is massive and their screenshot folder is even bigger.

they are on so many blocklists.

robin

uses instagram like people did in 2012. heavy editing, food + animal pictures, a few too many hashtags.

has a twitch regardless of confidence level. would start streaming with encouragement from the pc, probably.

they wouldn’t get that popular, but they’d like a smaller community more anyways.

the first time they got fan art they were a blubbering mess. everything someone’s drawn for them has been printed out and taped to their walls.

sydney

syd has pinterest and a studyblr.

their blog updates inconsistently but is INCREDIBLY organized.

i think they’ve made like five of those masterposts that everybody saved but never ever used.

post-corruption sydney is a menace. still painstakingly organized but a bit less active on their main accounts. they’ve moved to twitter.

might have accidentally cyberbullied kylar. they made a callout post about it but sydney couldn’t see it because kylar immediately blocked them.

whitney

everybody who follows whitney either has post notifications on or has them muted.

on one hand it’s really funny to see the dumb shit they get up to. on the other hand there is so much dumb shit.

uses a lot of emojis and hashtags ‘‘ironically’’. definitely the most up-to-date on what’s based and cringe, anyways.

they don’t use tumblr (not since the porn ban), but if they did they would have sent hate to everyone else on this list.

the great hawk and black wolf don’t have opposable thumbs.

[eclaire-and-pocky]

Beboptober Prompt Day 15: "The Last Dance"

This one is for you, @aldreantreuperi! I know I wrote a Spike and Faye one already, but looking back at it, I think it was a very poor attempt. This one is one I can be proud of! :D

Thanks, @thestarlightsymphony, for the prompt!

Faye glanced around the large ballroom, her frilly fan open and covering most of her face as she observed the crowd. Sashaying between dresses and suits of varying colors and cuts, her eyes roamed over the faces of each guest at the party. 

She had been sent with Spike to capture a petty thief who was supposedly supposed to show up tonight, but it was hard to focus when everyone was dressed to the nines. She eyed a luxury handbag she had been wanting ever since it was announced it would be dropping in stores, and frowned at the sight.

It made her nauseous, really, how rich everyone here was. 

As for her own dress, she hoped nobody looked too closely at it. She had found it second-hand when the crew went out to find disguises, and it had clearly been worn multiple times if inspected a moment longer than necessary. Thankfully, due to the revolving fashion trends on Mars, her decade-old dress at least fit the desired aesthetic of the party: big, obnoxious, and covered in lace. 

At least it’s not some ugly color, Faye thought to herself as she smoothed down one of the silver pleats on the front. Snapping her eyes back up to the faces in the crowd, her heart leaped for a moment as she caught a glimpse of a head of green hair. As the man turned, however, he clearly was not who Faye had imagined him to be.

She hid her pout behind the fan. Where’s Spike? He should be here by now. 

The pair had agreed that it would be less conspicuous if they went to the party separately as opposed to going as a pretend couple– especially because their faces had started getting recognized lately. The last thing they would need is to be thrown out of the establishment not because they were bounty hunters– but because neither had a woolong to their name. 

What Faye didn’t realize is that she would be arriving at the party two hours earlier than Spike. She couldn’t help but be put out; her ankles were being rubbed raw by the straps of her shoes, the bar had run out of champagne, and the cloud of perfume and cologne hanging in the air was giving her a headache. 

But most of all, she was disappointed that Spike wasn’t there to keep her company. 

Of course, she would never tell him that to his face. But when she thought about it, and thought about it honestly– she couldn’t deny that the man made her feel at home. There was something about the way that he lived his life that drew Faye to him, but she couldn’t quite place what it was. 

She had given it some thought before, and her best guess was that even though he put up a believable front, he was still hurting deep down. She could see past his go-with-the-flow, devil-may-care facade; and when she chose to, she saw her own loneliness and longing reflected back at her. Just that fact alone, that unspoken similarity, made Faye feel like she could almost trust Spike. 

Almost. 

Then she’d inevitably remember that Julia existed. That Vicious was someone he’d be obsessed with until the day he died. That those two people mattered more to him than she ever could, that she was just one of the people who was drawn into him like a moon to an orbit, and that’s all she’d ever be: always seen, but never known. 

But, oh, it was so easy for her to forget her hesitation when he’d give her that classic playboy smirk, and reach one hand up to play with the cigarette between his lips… And there she’d go again, following her heart instead of her head, back at square one where Whitney had abandoned her years before.  

Maybe it’s time, she thought as she narrowly avoided bumping into someone. Time to leave again. She sighed and stopped walking. 

But I’m so tired of leaving. I want to see his stupid face every day. I want to wake up and see him next to me. When I’m not on the ship, it’s like I can’t bear being apart from him. I miss his voice, his laughter, the way he seems to always be on my last nerve. 

If I leave… I know I’d just come right back. 

Her fan dropped to her side, sliding shut as it fell. She let out an astonished laugh and shook her head, ignoring the weird looks she was getting. Well. In any case, I want to leave this awful party. The guys will just have to deal with it; it’s not like this guy was worth that much anyway. She spun on her heel and was about to head toward the central staircase, when she ran straight into someone. 

“Oof!” She said, rubbing her nose with her hand. “Hey, watch it, would ya?”

“Oh, it’s you, Faye!” Spike said as he looked down at her with a smirk. “I almost didn’t recognize you, but as soon as I heard that big mouth of yours, I knew it couldn’t be anybody else.”

“Spike?” Faye looked up in confusion. 

It was Spike, but he looked completely different. His hair was pulled back nicely for a change, as opposed to sticking up in weird places all over his head. He was wearing a different suit than normal, and his coat jacket was actually on for a change. His shoes were black Oxfords, as opposed to the goofy-looking shoes he normally wore. 

Faye blushed. He looked good. “Sure took you long enough,” she recovered quickly with a huff. “I’m leaving. You’ll have to find the guy on your own.”

Spike gave her a bemused look. “Oh, I already did.”

“You what?” Faye hissed. 

Spike grinned. “Yeah, I nabbed ‘im on my way in, actually. It took me a while to take him to and from the police station, though.”

“So you’re telling me,” Faye started, staring daggers at Spike, “That all this time, I’ve been here for no reason?” 

“Aw, don’t be mad. I’ll even give you five percent of the earnings. Y’know, since you didn’t do anything.”

“AARGH!” Faye growled, throwing her hands up in frustration. A couple guests nearby backed up to give her some space. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she demanded. 

Spike’s smile softened as he looked at her angry face. “Well, because I wanted to dance with you, of course.”

Faye flushed again, her retort dying on her tongue. 

“Ladies, gentlemen, and others, this is the announcement of the last dance of the night,” a deep voice rumbled over the loudspeakers. 

Spike’s grin returned, and he took Faye’s hand. “C’mon!”

Faye tried to fight the smile that was threatening to show itself. I can be angry tomorrow. But for now… I’m going to dance with Spike while I’ve still got the chance.

[crybabykiko]

Hot Fuss, Full Panic

Pink Lips: Semi Eita x f!Reader

Warnings: this banner being bad, alcohol/drinking, sex under the influence but really it’s like maybe 2 shots for liquid courage- idk of lipstick counts as marking but fuck it we ball, unprotected sex, sex outside... in an alleyway, orgasm denial on his end, semi calls reader ‘toots’ yay sleazy musicians

Wc: 2.7k... well 2698 to be exact but we round up in this house

A/N: yes this is named after both a killers album and a lipstick. For the lovely Two in the Pink, One in the Kink Collab by the Sewer. I loved writing this it’s been done for weeks now and I’m so excited to see everyone else’s! Check the mlist here and support all the other creators, bc it’s v sexy! ~squeak squeak~ 💕

“You all alone tonight?”

“I’m alone every night, Sem,” you chuckled, continuing to clamor through empty glasses, wiping the sticky, rum-coated bar clean. Knowing him by name, you quickly poured up his usual gently sliding it his way. Jameson & Ginger Ale, for nights when he performs- any other time he’d get through the night on a few Dark n’ Stormys, saving at least 2 Kamikazes for you throughout the night until he stumbled back into whatever sewer hot pseudo-troubled musicians came from- probably one downtown, not too far from you.

“Well yeah, but no one’s bought you a shot tonight…”

He raised the glass to his lips, slowly knocking back down the stiff one you poured. He grimaced, clearing his throat and pushing the glass back toward you, blowing out a whistle as he cleared his throat.

“It’s Valentine’s Day, I don’t think anyone would like it if their date bought the bartender a shot.”

He pointed to the silver bottle of Milagro on the top shelf, sending you a wink. Taking the hint, you let out a half laugh- grabbing two double shot glasses and tiny slivers of lime, pouring both glasses to the rim.

“To a day just like any other,” you sighed, leveling yourself with him. Your disdain for February 14th was just as palpable as the months of innuendo laced conversation and shared shots with the local band’s d-list ‘celebrity’ frontman- the mutual desire pulling ahead by just a hair.

“To a wallet full of tips and a bar full of people getting lucky,” he shot back, tapping his glass with yours. The tequila was smooth, but being your first shot of the night, the burn was present and crisp as it went down, sending a shiver up your back. You slapped the shot down, pink lipstick stain imprinting the glass as you harshly sucked down your lime. Semi slid a $20 across the bar to you. As you neatly tucked it in your bra and took the glasses, he stood up to adjust his shirt and get his bearings.

“Have a good set!” you called after him. But he was already in the crowd. A sliver of light expanded and disappeared as you watched him slip into the backstage opening.

“Here ya go boys- on the house.”

The small tray you carried into the bar’s makeshift green room was filled with glasses of pink drinks, each adorned with a little lime slice and sugared rim.

“Pink Whitney… how original,” one of his bandmates remarked, knocking back the glass and setting it on top of a rusted filing cabinet.

“Be grateful,” you scoffed. “It’s the only thing I could manage to sneak past here for free.”

A chorus of sighs and clinking glasses resounded in the room, reassuring you the band would be happy regardless of what drew alcohol you bought them for the night. As long as the guys had an ounce of liquid courage before their set, you knew it’d go off without a hitch. You noticed one of the glasses still full on your tray- and Semi was nowhere in sight.

“Hey where’s-“ you started to ask, not really expecting an answer.

“Probably out back smoking,” a voice answered before you could even get his name past your lips. Picking up the small offering, you had half the mind to guzzle the glass down on your own- after all, it was already starting to water itself down. You poked your head up against the tiny door window, peering out slightly before sticking your head out to find the musician in the middle of his usual pre-show activities.

“There you are.” You spotted him.

He was leaning against the wall of the brick paved alleyway, cigarettes pursed between his lips.

“You shouldn’t be smoking those y’know,” you teased, bounding over to him. Finishing his drag, his smoke plumed into the crisp night air. His eyebrow cocked toward you as he placed it back to his lips. Gingerly, your own fingers scissored around the white tube, pulling it from his mouth and bringing it to your own lips with a soft smile, taking a deep inhale.

“They’re bad for your voice,” you exhaled away from his face and into the night. The mouthpiece was now coated in the same rosy markings as your shot glass. You stamped it out, much to his dismay.

“You got something better?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

With a pursed-lipped smile, you pushed the pink concoction to his lips, the sweat from the ice causing the sugar to run down the rim and over your hands. As Semi sucked the drink down, the glass was ripped from his lips and replaced by two of your saccharine coated digits. His tongue suckled your fingers as you pulled them out with a wet smack, neatly tucking them into your own mouth, then trailing the hand down your body to dry at the hem of your skirt. Your eyes fell just in front of his, glossed over in a heavily lecherous gaze. His lips found yours suddenly, hungrily- the fading flavor of pink lemonade and sugar on both your tongues as his body caged yours into the wall. Your face felt hot and your head was barely swimming from the rush of the shots you’d taken prior, but the surprise of the contact had knocked enough air out of you that you were gasping into the kiss, clawing at the back of his dip-dyed head of hair. The small glass in your hand slipped through your fingers, shattering and sending shards scattering against the asphalt beneath you.

The back door swung open, a head peeking out just enough behind the frame.

“Yo, Semi!” It was one of his bandmates, sticking his head out of the door. “Hurry it up we’re on in 10!”

He clamped a head over your mouth, sticking his head back to yell unintelligibly- or at least you couldn’t hear with the blood rushing to your ears and heartbeat pounding in your head. The loud thud of the heavy door tore through your spine, snapping you back into this present moment: the one in which you’d basically just made out in a cold, damp alleyway with Eita Semi- on Valentine’s Day. Of all days, you just had to do something about the months of mounting sexual tension between you two… on Valentine’s Day.

He moved his hand, freeing your lips as he checked to see how clear the coast was before turning back to you.

“I think I can get you there in 8,” the way he whispered reverberated in your chest and core almost simultaneously. His lips connected to your neck, slowly tracing upward, stopping to nip at your earlobe.

“Whaddaya say?”

He was telling you more than asking at this point, closing the finite space between you and already starting to slowly hike up your skirt with his fingertips. His eyes had become tenfold darker than originally, and the head rush you were feeling left you little to no time to oblige, not that you didn’t want to anyway. Your head began to loll to the side as it flew back, allowing him more access to your neck, his tongue gliding against the exposed skin while his calloused fingers began toying at your already exposed, and already slick pussy. You were putty in his hands at that point- no matter if you never wore underwear in the first place.

“Fuck,” Semi hissed against your collarbones. “No panties and you’re already nice and wet for me, hm? What a nasty little thing… good girl.”

He traced the pad of his index finger up and down your slit, collecting your essence as you shuddered yet again under his tough, a soft whine spilling from your throat. He couldn’t hold back a laugh, teasing you gently while grinding his bulging cock into the soft flesh of your exposed thighs. Your hands balled at the fabric of his shirt as you lifted it just enough to find his belt buckle, fidgeting with it and having absolutely no care for the heavy metal pieces rapping against your knuckles- if anything the small twinges of pain only added to the euphoria you were already starting to drown in.

“Hurry it up Y/N, we only got 7 minutes left…”

Obeying his command you unzipped his jeans, immediately hooking your thumb between the waistband of his boxers and the skin of his lower abs. You started to sink to your knees as you freed his cock from the confines that held him, mouth already watering. Just as you parted your lips, though, a harsh tug of your hair pulled you back onto your feet, spinning you and pressing your face against the cold brick. Your skirt was now pulled completely up and at your hips as Semi pushed your back down, arching you at his perfect level and holding your arm behind your back.

“Ah-ah,” he reprimanded with a smirk, sending two rough slaps to the meat of your ass. “Not enough time for that toots- maybe after the show.”

He lined himself up with your now glistening hole, teasing it with the tip for a few swipes before beginning to prod at your pretty pink insides. The stretch was slow and searing, but you were so wet that your walls immediately sucked him in, offering barely to no resistance. Your face pushed impossibly further into the wall in front of you as he started to build up an even pace, the head of his cock just barely grazing against the spot inside of that would render you absolutely and irrevocably cockdrunk.

“S-sem-ah-fuck!” Just as you started to speak he pulled out completely, arching your back even more as he buried himself deep in your aching pussy. Your back arched like that of a cat’s- leaning into the sensation with a wild, lewd mewl. He was speeding up now, groaning as he watched you coat his cock with a milky white sheen.

“That’s it,” he spanked you several more times, coaxing you to fuck yourself on his length as he spread your ass apart for a better view. “You think you can get yourself off on my cock in 5 minutes? C’mon, you can do it- go ahead, it’s all yours…”

You felt yourself growing even slicker at his words, his voice was like velvet and he wasn’t even singing. You started working your hips so fervently, so earnestly against him that the pace you were going had you white knuckling the railing next to you for stability as he continued to pull you down onto him with the hand behind your back. The smacking of skin against skin filled the air of the dark, damp alley, echoing out into the street as you could see the hazy lights of cars passing by though your eyelashes. His hands found your hair, pulling you up and back into him, matching the speed of his own thrusts to yours.

You could barely get out anything other than choked out moans and gasps. As you got closer and closer to your high, you started to feel dizzier and dizzier. You could feel your insides slowly starting to flutter as your conquest slipped from where you needed him, the displeased moan was halfhearted as he flipped you back around, closely holding your head into his chest.

Semi hoisted your leg up, holding it up at the knee, pushing the head of his cock just past your gleaming lips, walls greedily pulling him in with a slick smacking sound made by your wetness.

“Please, I’m so close- ‘mso fucking close,” you sobbed, rubbing your face against his chest. He smelled like cigarettes, cardamom and sweat. Combined with the carnal scent of sex wafting through the outside air, you gritted your teeth as your walls started to spasm and clench around him.

“Good girl, ngh- good fucking girl.” His praise had you spilling over, gushing over his cock with a shrill cry of his name into the night. He didn’t ease up, fucking you though the high, clutching you closer as your body went limp on your comedown.

“Time’s up, toots- but I’m glad you got what you wanted.”

Your breath was shaky and haggard as he pulled out of you, neatly trying to tuck his still hard cock into his pants. You were too hazy to make a point at how he hadn’t cum, but he helped you into your feet and up the stairs leading back to the green room. He picked up his guitar, swinging open the door and letting you go through first, leaving you sprinting on wobbly legs to your post at the bar.

“Y/N!” He called after you. You whipped your head back, mouth still ajar and eyes glossed over as your thighs continued to tremble.

“Stick around after we finish the set- I’ve still got to get what I want,” he said, flashing you a smile dripping with self- righteousness.

You still nodded though.

Creeping back behind the bar, you stopped just in time to not be noticed by the other 2 girls working with you that night, falling right into the chaos and clamor of everyone getting a drink before the house lights started to dim.

The lights on staged tuned a neon pink as Semi and his band took the stage, the chorus of screaming fans and adoring groupies filled the small space so much so that it felt like a stadium show, so much for the feeling of being a small town secret.

“Hey everyone, we are Hot Fuss”, he said into the mic, the cheers once again following as he set up with his guitar, the strap resting softly against the three undone buttons of his shirt- the shirt covered in the soft pink that previously adorned your lips. It was Everywhere, perfect little smeared kiss-marks, ever present reminders of how he had you bent over in an alleyway not even five minutes earlier, fucking you within an inch of your sanity. He shifted the guitar to rest behind him, exposing his chest, and the perfect imprint of your lips adorned his soft skin, the light giving it a glow almost, another round of mostly feminine squeals pierced the air again as someone whistled at the sight of Semi’s tousled physique.

“What’d you get up to Tonight, Semi-Semi?” His drummer teased, egging on the crowd. Your cheeks were so hot you felt like you’d melt. Semi just laughed, taking a soft strum while tuning his guitar onstage, leaning into the microphone and sending a look toward the back of the bar.

“I’m just dressed for the theme,” he joked, winking at several girls in the crowd. He strummed a couple more notes, pushing up against the microphone stand- and showing of his still present bulge, thick as the mic handle in his hand.

“We’re very grateful that all of you chose to be here tonight instead of getting laid,” he began, keeping the banter engaging while the rest of the band continued to set up.

“The night is young though, I guess.  And hey, the bar’s still open,” he looked back again, this time seeming to scan for you. You could feel him on your skin still, his touch was feather light, yet lingered on your skin so heavily.

“Ask your bartenders to help you get lucky!” The crowd laughed again, this time earning a lot of raunchy cheers from the men in the audience.

“All right enough shooting the shit though, you all came here for music, right?”

Loud applause filled the bar again as you stopped to watch him, propping your elbow up and onto the bar, fixating your eyes to see him in the shades of pink across a sea of heads.

“Well then let’s do it. Our first song for the night is very fitting…”

He found you. Your eyes locked on one another and stayed still. You could feel your heart freeze as you ran cold. He winked at you.

“Sing along if you know this one… it’s called Valentine.”

[sugar-petals]

Bts voice analysis anon here! I just wanted to thank you for taking the time to respond ❤ it made complete sense why yoongi is the deepest I kinda feel bad for him everytime he wants to sounds cheerful or speak in a way so people can hear him he strains his voice

lot to talk about, i’d like to expand on this. especially what his voice being the deepest means for bts’ songs. plus, where his undiscovered vocal talents are, and in what manner his voice will not strain.

that he’s very introverted contributes to what you say, but yoongi is certainly the odd one out voice-wise, such low baritones hardly sound upbeat. similar to how taehyung being the odd one out in the vocal line whose head voices are literal superpowers. i really respect him for singing with jin and jimin who can climb one octave higher than him, up to C#5! and with jk who has the best technique and breaks into the 6th octave if he goes on like that.

it’s very much like yoongi who probably has to mix their tracks back and forth to fit his parts with hobi (who is a tenor as a rapper! — very uncommon) and namjoon who raps in several modes. very low, very high, very impactfully. he’s the most full-bodied baritone in the group even if he’s only the third-deepest. the tone is just so rich. both hoseok and RM are extreme vocal chameleons on top of that. in speaking and in their music you can hear the difference to yoongi all the time. they don’t suddenly drop in pitch and they’re vocal acrobats.

hobi in particular, this guy can do anything. the sheer agility my god, he connects his registers. he can go up and down, impersonate and do a million effects, adlibs, you know the drill. it’s him who actually owns the “cheerful/loud and clear” brand you mention. which is good if not fantastic for yoongi’s production endeavours, the group mood, and how bts cannot be ignored — but tough for yoongi’s voice and comparison thinking, and when he tries to make a point in interviews. maybe it’s not bad that bts have to slow down sometimes to let yoongi speak, but his tone is drowned out (not intentionally of course) in other occasions and he wakes up hoarse often as we saw. which might sound hot, but it’s not good for him as you say.

to be clear. i wouldn’t chalk down his more monotonous and silent tone as a weakness, it’s just outside of bts’ other vocal variety. he makes up for it with speed and good lungs anyway. we just have to listen more closely to him in talks/episodes/conferences but i think he shouldn’t worry about it either or try to sound more enthusiastic, the fans love his soothing speech for its pure sake. he does change it regardless to be more poignant and blend in. it has pros and cons but it wears him out.

yoongi’s voice is under that strain not just in conversation but also in the studio if he wants to bring connection to the rap line parts instead of having 3 songs in 1. which usually ends up happening anyway. that’s also why the cyphers (!) switch genres mid-song so often: their voices are all strong in different registers! yoongi the lowest, joon midrange, and hoseok up high. 

that’s why cypher pt2 is a HUGE stunt and production masterpiece: hoseok’s part is tuned differently, then other instrumentals start with namjoon. and you can literally hear, okay alright a deep voice is coming! from there it just gets deeper and deeper until yoongi is just rapping over a bass guitar (every baritone’s best friend lmao!). god, please give yoongi a big bassline for his every part. “ugh” is the exact opposite: yoongi has to start too high and namjoon also has problems with the key, only hoseok can fully take off after 1:50 with perfect vocal stability. guess which song is autotuned: it’s not cypher pt2! a 3 in 1 song fuels the rapline in a way where they are most comfortable. it’s crazy how far apart they are among each other vocally and it has to be considered.

it’s a dilemma but also why bts’ rap line can tackle any song with at least one member suiting it. they complement each other, every register (except the rare whistle register, aka what mariah/ariana do) is covered. i think that contributed to bts’ fame, it’s so important. however usually, the song caters to hoseok since tenors are preferred in kpop music, or it caters to RM as he’s the central songwriting entity even if mind you, he always thinks about all the members and works closely with yoongi.

but even with joon’s support, it doesn’t work if yoongi is caught in his wish to be a tenor. we’ve seen how much the guy talks about wanting his range to become wider and how he even tried singing quite high for his standards on d-2. he goes as far as collabing only with sopranos to help him achieve that pitch. yoongi is invested to pretty much change his entire vocal type 🙁because the environment simps for high notes so bad (which is fair, falsetto is related to releasing certain happy hormones and highlights parts in songs, but still).

... he actually can’t, unless he wants to damage his throat. that’s the last thing we want. a listener can get the serotonin from a very deep voice equally if they got good taste.

thing is. you cannot morph yourself into a different vocal type and shift your range to the opposite of your comfort zone unless you’re whitney houston. even one in a million tenors like baekhyun can’t make themselves a baritone. his lowest notes are less clear no matter how hard he practices, even if his chest voice is almost operatic and his technique excels. meanwhile, chanyeol (who’s a lyric baritone and exo’s deepest voice) effortlessly hits them without (!!) that kind of decade-long training. have baekhyun or jimin been called bad singers for not being able to cover the other end of the spectrum? nope. so: why would yoongi be a bad vocalist who needs autotune. with lessons, oh man, he could do a lot and many things he dreams of. he has a very unique timbre and enough musical knowledge to do so.

so, we see the magic of your natural supported range. it’s simply given to you. imagine that: if you know you’re not a tenor, you could sort of outsing jungkook — obviously not by technique, but projection— as long as the song is tailored to you and the notes are low enough. yep, jk’s lower register is not extremely forward. each note is perfectly sung because he’s jk, but his power vocals are settled much higher. joon/tae/yoongi would sound much fuller with huge oomph in those lines. that’s where yoongi would be much more clear-sounding to us. a lot of baritone rappers in kpop would be damn good singers. 

that’s why it’s good how a lot of rappers produce solos on their own so they can try it out. 

you just have to respect that your range usually (not always) goes in one direction. once yoongi rightfully decides to abandon his high note fantasy and goes lower just for fun, we are not safe anymore lmao! exception for range: female singers have an advantage there. trained mezzo-sopranos have great access to the head voice and lower registers since they’re in the perfect middle of the scale. but the guys, forget it, even the baritenors. yoongi’s fullest voice will always be coming from a chesty depth and we love him for it. guy just needs to realize.

that’s why his real challenge is rather somehow tweaking the rap parts so his voice finds good resonance like in “혼술” or even “ddaeng”. where his voice is strong, relaxed, and full and flowing. ddaeng — “boy with luv”, too— is ironically in a very high pitch and again caters to hobi’s tone the most, but: yoongi just scales down to his own octave and it still fits, so — great key choice and musicality! and adaptation. it’s not easy to do. you can tell he plays piano.

he either becomes less easy on the ear or has to autotune himself entirely if he works against his voice. or: goes on a track way outside his supported range (dynamite, WOW). it’s a shame. “daechwita” and “agust d” are such a case: both go into the head voice where your resonance should show the most aka the chorus. there are aggressive belts/snarls/shouts that make more sense for higher, trained voices. yoongi is most famous for raps that are literally designed to fuck up his vocal cords 😷that he’s so skilled as a rapper prevents him from that to a degree, but it’s still not healthy. he adapts a lot to bts’ overall delivery but he doesn’t have to, in fact: he could go in the other direction and it would work even better.

the reason for the title track issue: they are the most energetic. in k-pop, energetic means amping up the pitch. and that’s probably a logical choice and a natural human association. if you make a baritone kpop track with a lot of energy, it probably becomes pretty creepy, uneasy, film noir. but i think that’s exactly yoongi’s thing: to unsettle and critique and rage. i think it could work out. lil nas x is a baritone pulling it off. he achieves energetic title tracks, he honors his vocal type well imo. his live singing is cool af, i need this so hard in the rap landscape. so, it’s not impossible to do.

the trick is probably setting everything to minor key. surprise... yoongi’s challenging title tracks are all in major key. boy with luv: minor key, interesting. the former are extremely difficult for him to do so hats off. “shadow” is more suitable for his baritone as is “burn it”. it needs a very heavy, dark track. which is why it’s good that yoongi has that kind of public image. a baritone’s best genre is not super light and whimsical. that’s why all of our baritone faves are not main vocalists but main rappers. kai, taehyung, jaehyun: low voices in vocal lines are soldiers.

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now a note on yoongi’s best method of singing since it reflects his voice type and brings out the fullness of it. as in, how does it crack and strain less? guess why “사람” is yoongi’s favorite d-2 song to sing. it’s ALL his comfortable range and the singing — very beautifully done —  is in mixed register (= head + chest)! which imo might be his secret weapon. it allows him to do what he longs to do successfuly without going extremely high. bingo.

because: even with baritones, the golden middle is still important. they’re not as deep as a bass, after all. that’s why their voices are so honey-laced in the mixed range and it sounds amazing. heaven, their timbre sounds so seductive. so, it’s wonderful when they find their middle and dare to sing. 

i wish yoongi gets/makes more tracks aimed at just that. in “outro tear” he has to go both too low and too high so it takes a lot of production effort to patch it together. the rapline is doing god’s work to make all their voices sound cohesive without being trained singers. it’s always a trade-off and risk, an immense balance act. “paldogangsan” is hard on yoongi’s voice but works as a whole plus it caters to namjoon to carry the song’s message. the cyphers are chopped up and not chart-friendly but each member is in their comfort zone. 

PS: i said bts’ rap line covers all registers except one. i think that jin is the one to complete bts’ entire spectrum coming from the vocal line. i’m no whistle note expert but dionysus went pretty high up there, i think he might be able to do it. it’s very impressive, even jungkook and jimin probably don’t have access to that register. so, another point for bts being a very ‘complete’ group.

[kurohoely]

Hi. Is there any way we could get headcanons/or a story where the s/o that’s from America and her boy (mad dog/kuroo/Suga/daichi/hinata/kags) take her out for karaoke and she sings a country song and surprises them?

hello! thank you so much for requesting this TwT i can only imagine the chaos for these characters kskskss (i’m sorry i didn’t do mad dog idk him too well) i did it this with a twist so i hope you’re okay with this one :’D sorry it took me this long

haikyuu boys karaoke shenanigans with their s/o - kuroo, suga, daichi, hinata, kageyama

genre: crack but i highkey did soft fluff :’))

wc: 1k

a/n: all boys are in time skip hehe no proofread please enjoy!! likes and reblogs are very much appreciated :D

Hinata

After having a long distance relationship with Hinata, you both finally meet each other here in America

Poor baby was so jet lagged the first few days, so both of you just chill at your place before starting the road trip

You both drove to the long, mother road of Route 66

Just the two of you cruising in the sunset

Your shared playlist was on shuffle, then a classic old country song played

Hinata was confused why this song was here inside the playlist

Then he heard your voice

You tapped your fingers on the windowsill, following the rhythm

You sang along, hitting the notes perfectly

Hinata turned his head, looking at you in awe

He always knew the range of genre you listen to but somehow it slipped his mind that country is probably your childhood jam song

His eyes soften seeing you in this state

“If you really liked country songs you should put more into the playlist. I would love to hear it more”

Blushing cheeks, both of you and no it's not because of the sunset

This smooth ass sunshine

Kageyama

You both went out shopping at your favorite thrift store

Need a new spring jacket because why not

He practically followed you around the whole time because he’s afraid of getting lost (cue shiratorizawa bus scene)

Suddenly, a leather jacket caught Kageyama eyes

“This would look good on them”

He brings that leather jacket to you

When he approached you, you were karaokeing softly to the song played in-store

Kageyama has zero idea what song it is since it was the first time he heard it and it had come from you

But he enjoyed it nonetheless

Actually more to liking the part where he discovered something new about you today

You swayed your body left and right and when you turned around

“What the hell Tobio you can at least say hello”

“No it’s okay, I was enjoying the show. Here, thought this might look good on you”

You tried the jacket on and it fits perfectly

“After this, you wanna go to a real karaoke” he smirked

You punched his arms softly and both of you laughed

Suga

It has been so long since both of you went out and spend time together

Since you’re both tired of work, you want to let out some steam, having some random fun

You both went to downtown, seeing all the local trinkets shop that they have

Went to buy coffee, window shopping and tried some random Sephora make-up that you know you can never afford (but lets just imagine that Suga would buy it on your birthday)

While walking, you spot a coin karaoke

Gosh how long has it been that you went to karaoke?

“Hey love, do you wanna go karaoke with me?”

“Sure! I bet I can beat you”

You started off with your inner weeb by singing the classic, the OG - KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE

Suga, lowkey being a Swiftie - sang Love Story

Enough hype song, you both turned down the energy by singing blues and calming ones

You forgot that you put one old country song that your parent/guardian sang to you in the car when you were younger

Suga eyes went wide, confused

You picked up the mic and start singing

“Wow y/n I didn’t know you can SING sing”

We all know he sat and just hyping you up and throwing praises how talented his s/o is

After you finished singing, he pulled you into a hug

“Let’s stay together until we have no more surprises” and he kissed your forehead

i am truly soft for hypeman soft suga :””)

Daichi

It’s Friday night which means soft loving hours are open!

You were preparing some snacks and dinner for your movie marathon tonight

Daichi is gonna be a bit late so you have lots and lots of time to prepare

You put your apron and start cooking and blasted your songs on shuffle

Daichi pushed the door and let himself in

You didn't hear him because the music was too loud

Daichi was taken aback the fact that this is his first time hearing an American country music

And you were bopping to it wholeheartedly

Daichi is shooketh

While you were stirring the pot, he went and hugged you from behind

Almost needed to have a takeout for dinner

“I experience new things every day. How long will it take until I know everything about you?”

Blush, blush, more BLUSH

“Aww it’s okay Dai, we have lots more days to know about each other :)”

“Maybe next time we should actually bring you to karaoke and teach me some more of that genre”

Best. Cuddle. Night. Ever.

Kuroo

Today is game night

Kuroo just got back from celebrating their win for the season

Pretty drunk but sober enough to play some more fun with you

Thought that game would be hard for him to actually focus, you asked how bout a late night karaoke instead

Thank God this apartment is soundproof or else rip neighbors

He knows you’re from America and he wanted to be the coolest boyfriend ever by showing off that he knows his s/o in and out

Cute

He picked Whitney Houston’s song

Idk where he got it but okay

Pretty good pretty fair for some Tokyo city boi

You were fired up, can’t let this rooster head beat you in your own songs pfft

So you skipped to the next country song in queue

You were singing so passionately trying to rile up Kuroo

But he just sat there and was mesmerized by your vocal range

After singing, you turned your head wanting to tease him but met with his adoring face

But of course, knowing Kuroo he won’t tell you what he feels (just yet)

Sober enough to keep his pride

“Babe cut me some slack will ya? That's like me singing any Naruto OP because I’m Japanese!”

He pouts (PLITH SO CUTE)

“Awww bub at least now you know not to mess with me again haha”

He tackled you for cuddles

That day he swore to never gonna mess with you again (sike)

[msmovingforward]

Hypno-SHEDIDNOT

We open with Jen and the Shah squad in the Nomad Hotel and Casino. Jen informs her team that she's going to the "strip club!!!" I'm thinking, "SHAHMAZING!! We're finally gonna get to see these women do something in Las Vegas that you might actually do in Las Vegas." As it turns out... the promise of this show filming anywhere except inside Luigi's Mansion, er I mean... the fabulous Nomad Hotel Las Vegas or at Heather's Mormon laser conversion therapy "health spa" was an empty one.

Whitney and Heather then have a pow wow following Heather's exclusive in-hotel shopping experience with Jen and Gollum and Whitney, Meredith, and Lisa's riveting experience driving luxury cars. (Side note: many places have "driving experiences" where you can drive a luxury car five laps around a track. You can buy this experience yourself on Groupon for like $49, and you don't have to fly coach to Vegas to do it. When my Housewives take me to Vegas, I want to see Lisa Vanderpump pretending she's ok with the Chippendales touching her. I want to see someone who owns a casino treating their frenemies to a weekend of debauchery. Hell! I at least want to see Camille Grammer dancing like a white girl in the VIP section of Tao!) Whitney reveals to Heather that she's just so glad that they can finally have a drama-free dinner all together, now that Jen has forgiven and forgotten how it was ALL WHITNEY'S FAULT that she threw that glass at Sharrieff's birthday party. (Or so she thought...) This is juxtaposed with a scene of Jen, Meredith, and Lisa sitting down to a dinner I can only describe as if Disney World decided to open a Rainforest Cafe inside the Haunted Mansion and served Lunchables and Stacy's Pita Chips. As we have come to predict, Lisa is loving the elegant vibe this dinner, complete with an oversized margarita topped with a Blue Mccaw, is throwing off. Lisa knows taste. Lisa WANTS to touch this dinner, and she does. She scoops what looks like some sort of spinach dip right onto her plate, as she and Meredith fill Jen in on Whitney's apology at the racetrack.

This is when things turn, and I'm not just talking about Whitney's flawless day-to-night turtleneck tank top and high wasted jean look. According to Jen, it would be nice if Whitney could just be accountable. This is when I realized that we are living in a different world entirely from Jen Shah. In Jen Shah's world, it's appropriate to throw a glass without looking, and when you do that, you're not overreacting. In Jen Shah's world, you can dress like you tore the rainforest-scene wallpaper right off your pediatrician's wall. What ensues is one of the worst examples of a housewife trying to force a story line I've ever seen. It's like when Michael Scott keeps insisting every improv scene has a gun. Stop trying to make this fight happen, Jen! No one cares! Andy Cohen, please tell me she isn't coming back next season. More Jen yelling that Whitney needs to watch her back and more Meredith disengaging follow. We learn from a testimonial that Meredith grew up in a broken home, so the yelling triggers her, so she learned how to disengage. This is FAR TOO HEALTHY of behavior from a housewife for me. I mean, have you SEEN a Housewives show before, Meredith? This is cage fighting for women. Get back in there with your slicked back jet black hair! FaceTime Brooks! HE would have some choice words to say to Jen.

Whitney and Heather show up just as all this is happening. Jen has gone into full-on crazy mode now, and she's doing that thing where you get so upset that you basically just start crying. In this sense I can feel bad for Jen. It really must be challenging to live by yourself with your husband gone three quarters of the year, but this woman needs a hobby more fulfilling than buying friends and saying "shah-mazing..." like maybe buy one of those adult coloring books, Jen. This storyline is getting nowhere quickly. I need Jen to cool it, and I need Meredith to step it up. Jen pushes Heather, and Lisa follows her out into the hotel lobby to try to talk her off the ledge, but she's unsuccessful... probably because her outfit makes her look like a bellhop, so patrons keep trying to get her to carry their bags to their rooms.

  Jen returns to her room to call her husband and further establish herself as the victim in this situation.

We head back to Whitney's room, which looks like it's in a library, to break down what just happened. We learn that Meredith and Seth had previously been separated several times and had both seen other people, but they are currently happier than they have ever been. This puts to rest the cheating rumors that Jen had been trying to drop in everyone's ears, but cuts Lisa to the core because she doesn't feel like she even knows her best friend.

When we return from commercial, more establishing interior shots of this baffling hotel inform us it's the next day; there's a large dog statue, another lost soul from American Horror Story bringing Lisa breakfast ("Thank you. I love that!"), a bathtub right next to Heather's bed, and a creepy clock on Whitney's bedside table. Brooks tells Meredith that the family dog shit all over his blue Moncler coat, and he nearly cried, but he couldn't because he just got Botox at Heather's health spa from a pregnant 16 year old Mormon. Whitney pushes her legs over her head and yawns while her testimonial informs us this is worse than the time she got her period on a waterslide during a trip to the Bahamas. Hot. Lisa FaceTimes Mary and tells her she wishes she were here to tell Jen she smelled like hospital at last night's Velveeta and scorpion bowls dinner. Mary blinks several times and tells us Jen is crazy, and she's been trying to tell us all along! Takes one to know one I guess!

Jen is gone! Then! Jen is not gone because the Shah squad told her to stay. Thank God for the Shah squad!

We head outside where Meredith is dressed in her most elegant oscillot print coat. Heather informs the rest of the gals that she's gonna be late, and we head to... a hypnotist's mansion in the Las Vegas desert? I'm SO confused as to why we went to Vegas to visit these otherwise standard Housewives tropes. The hypnotist tells us to hold balls in our hands because this is how hypnosis works, but not before Jen and Heather show up late, disrupting the whole ritual, causing us all to have to start over. After NO ONE gets hypnotized, we head to the hypnotist's living room, where the hypnotist, who I think is vying for a snowflake, and who I have a sneaking suspicion is not a hypnotist AT ALL, asks everyone whom they do and do not trust. Shocker! Everyone trusts everyone else, except no one trusts Jen, and Jen doesn't trust Heather.

  The episode basically just wraps up there, with more to come next week with the hypnotist. Here are my final thoughts. A) Jen is a terrible friend to Heather and an even worse housewife. When this series premiered, I appreciated her coming in guns-a-blazing, but this victim complex, rage issue thing is not playing out well. I need her off my screen. B) Heather is enabling this whole situation, both with the show being terrible due to Jen's not understanding what her job entails and with remaining in this toxic friendship. C) The other women ARE afraid of Jen, and I would be too. I wouldn't want to be around her. D) I would love if Alison Dubois from Beverly Hills' dinner party from hell would hold a seance in the Nomad Hotel. It could be quite possible the woman we saw this episode wasn't Jen at all but just the spirits in a disturbed Vegas burial ground in a state of unrest, convincing her that all work and no play make her a dull boy.

[burnedbyshoto]

Some fluff hc for shouto with a s/o who lip sync love songs to him

todoroki shouto x reader

warnings: pure fluff

word count: 1,665

A/N: i loved this request so much as soon as i started actually writing it out, like ngl at first i was like OMG HOW DO I WRITE THIS, but i figured it out. anyways i now how over 200+ followers and that has me Q U A K I N G so i wanna do something fun for all you people i manipulated into liking me LOL, i hope you enjoy anon! please let me know if you do :D (edited because song lyrics messed up on mobile)

if you had to be known as something in class 1-a, it would be for your ability to effortlessly perform karaoke ((even if you weren’t that good of a singer, you were entertaining)) and the classes bimonthly lip-sync challenge extravaganza champion

you had won five out of the eight competitions, not that you were keeping tracks or anything

you just loved the energy of a good lip-sync, it was basically acting for people like you and your peers who were not made to be movie stars

so it really did not surprise anyone when you joined the baku-squad to randomly approach your fellow classmates, and school mates and break out in a flashmob type performance, only with lip-syncing (minus bakugou because he refused to even participate in these actions)

so the second you began unironically lip-syncing at every time of the day, your boyfriend shouto was both ready, and not ready in the slightest

it started off small

when you and shouto had planned a date to go off-campus and plain and simply “get lost”

shouto knew immediately he had made a mistake when he asked you if there were any plans tonight so the two of you could go out, and you squealed pulling out your phone and picked a great song

“Do you got plans tonight, baby? I was hoping I could get lost in your paradise. The only thing I’m thinking ‘bout is you and I, And I-I-I can’t get you off my mind, Can’t get you off my mind. I can’t seem to get you off my mind, yeah. Let’s get lost tonight, Let’s get lost tonight, Baby, you and I can’t seem to get you off my mind. Let’s get lost tonight.”

you dramatized your actions as Shawn Mendes voice filled his room.

“well, if I’m being honest, maybe I should date him instead…”

“TODOROKI-KUN!”

it then happened again a few days later, you had been baking with the girls in preparation of midterms because sweets always helped make the suffering the tiniest bit more bearable. 

you, however, needed to study, and despite shouto’s everyone’s disproval, you still were actively participating in baking when you and mina weren’t busy trying to contract salmonella by eating the different batters when momo and tsu weren’t looking

“y/l/n, you need to study…” shouto spoke as he watched you spill the contents of the flour bag into a measuring cup for momo

you shook your head defiantly, already knowing that your boyfriend was going to come down and tell you to leave and so you were ready, so you merely raised your phone,

“But girls, they wanna have fun. Oh girls just want to have, That’s all they really want. Some fun. When the working day is done. Oh, girls, they wanna have fun. Oh, girls just wanna have fun.” 

you playfully danced around the kitchen as your lips never stopped moving in synch to the lyrics, and you made your way over to shouto, a grin on your face

pressing a kiss to his cheek you giggle, “I’ll be up once we put everything in to bake, I promise!”

as soon as you had returned to shouto’s room to study, he was giving you a very judgmental look as you kissed him, a smirk on your face as you clicked play

“y/l/n, I swear if you play what I think you’re going to–”

“Oh no, not I, I will survive. Oh, as long as I know how to love, I know I’ll stay alive. I’ve got all my life to live, And I’ve got all my love to give and I’ll survive. I will survive!!!!!!!”

you wiggled your eyebrows at shouto who accurately assumed what song you’d lip sync for him

shouto stared at you, a complete deadpan

as you laughed in supreme joy of getting the boy annoyed, the laughter turned into shrieks as shouto launched himself towards you, tickling your sides

“I WILL SURVIVE!!!” you cackle in between gasps of breath as he kisses you softly

weeks later, you held yourself in attempt to bring warmth to yourself in your cold room because even with two blankets and the heater on, you were cold

stupid winter

deciding to risk getting caught by night owls like kaminari and sero, you snuck into shouto’s room where he was writing a letter, most likely to his mother because he hadn’t had the time to go see her recently

“wow, the old man is still up!” you say in honest shock and complete playful mockery

“now I regret staying up so late, I have a crackhead in my room.” shouto responds back and your jaw drops

he was so good being witty, it was unfair

“shouto, I’m cold.”

“I don’t feel cold.”

“wanna dance with me?”

“I don’t really want my feet to be stepped on…”

you puffed your cheeks out in mild frustration as a knowing smirk sat on shouto’s face, he had gotten too good at detecting when you would serenade him with another lip-sync, but even if he had deflated your joy in annoying him, you still played the song

“yeah, im still playing with it, deal with it!”

“Oh, I wanna dance with somebody. I wanna feel the heat with somebody. Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody, With somebody who loves me. Oh, I wanna dance with somebody. I wanna feel the heat with somebody. Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody, With somebody who loves me.“

you smile contently as shouto allows you to snuggle up close to him as the two of you sway slowly in his room and you realize quickly how less cold you feel

“are you using your quirk?” you whisper into his chest unsure if the heat now flooding your system was created by shouto, or caused by him

“hm, no. do you want me to?”

you smile and shake your head, “I’m perfect right now.”

it’s your guys’ graduation ceremony, and as an old tradition, your class was going to go out all together. it was mina’s choice and so she chose for the class to go dancing at some club for 18+-year-olds.

you stood ready in your favorite partying outfit knowing that tonight was going to be one of the final nights where you would not be obsessed with hero work and would be with your high school family like this

you were scrolling through your phone looking for a song that you wanted to lip-sync to shouto before you all left because it had been weeks since you had an epiphany and you hadn’t gathered the nerve to tell him it yet

“Hey, y/l/n-chan, can you go get todoroki? he’s the only one not down here yet.” mina asked and you nodded your hand

“you guys can go.” you insisted as you had found the perfect song, “we’ll catch up!”

the class nodded knowing that the two of you weren’t the type to hookup during the time and so they left taking most of the part excitement with them

gathering your nerve, you climbed up the stairs to shouto’s room, your phone grasped in your hand

you walked in on shouto wearing a pair of plain black slacks and a simple white T-shirt that was snuggly fitted, and you choked on your tongue at his appearance

shouto glanced over at you and smiled, “what song is it? I’m not really aware of any hurry-up-now-please songs.”

with a shaky finger, you pressed play on the song, tucking away the phone and walked towards shouto who turned and looked at you in near disbelief

“Wise men say only fools rush in, But I can’t help falling in love with you. Shall I stay? Would it be a sin If I can’t help falling in love with you? Like a river flows surely to the seaDarling, so it goesSome things are meant to beTake my hand, take my whole life tooFor I can’t help falling in love with you. Like a river flows surely to the sea. Darling, so it goes, Some things are meant to be. Take my hand, take my whole life too, For I can’t help falling in love with you, For I can’t help falling in love with you.”

you break away from shouto who you had wrapped your arms delicately around his shoulders as you managed to sing along with the song, a blush staining your entire face, tears misting in both of your eyes

“I-i’ve fallen in love with you.”

and poor shouto has no idea what to say, so instead, he reacts

he places a kiss to your lips as he holds you close

“I’m in love with you, too.”

I honestly had sooo much fun with this??? I love doing lip-synch during finals week because the stress of everything really makes songs entertaining to perform!!! songs are listed here by order of appearance: is Lost In Japan by Shawn Mendes, Girls Just Wanna Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper, I Will Survive by Gloria Gaynor, I Wanna Dance with Somebody (Who Loves Me) by Whitney Houston, and Can’t Help Falling In Love by Kina Grannis. (((its the cover from Crazy Rich Asians and I love that cover, fight me)))

bonus!

it had been four years since graduating and shouto was getting ready to propose and the entire class 1-a was waiting for shouto to arrive

“how do you think he’s going to do it?” uraraka sighs dreamily as she stares at her engagement ring on her own finger

“better not be fucking stupid.” bakugou mutters from the opposite end of the room

“I don’t know about you guys, but if shouto doesn’t propose by lip-synching ‘Marry Me’ by Jason Derulo, or ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran, I think I deserve to take y/n from him.” kaminari joked as he remembered that old playful thing you and everyone else were semi-obsessed about

“I’ll take some of that action!” mina laughs

everyone quiets up as shouto walks in, “so, I have an idea. I hope you guys like it…”

[emidori-crossing]

ACNH: Emidori Island

This is the tumblr that will chronicle my soothingly mundane days spent on Animal Crossing: New Horizons. Shortly after I began working from home due to the pandemic, I decided to get a Switch - mostly for the sake of playing ACNH. I didn’t want to splurge on the full system though, so I got the Switch Lite - I managed to find the very last one available at my local Target - and even in my choice color of yellow! You can see my ACNH passport as my blog banner image, shows my start date and all that.

My Switch friend code is SW-1261-8943-4808, which anyone is welcome to use :)

So I’m Lora. I’ve named my island Emidori - it’s a combination of the Japanese words for “smile” (emi) and “green” (midori). It’s a name I made up years ago when writing a story about a Shinto priestess whose shrine is dedicated to a juniper kami by that name.

So here’s me at the Emidori airport, where you can see the flag I designed. Looks weird maybe, but I think it looks “flag”ish, if you know what I mean - kinda like something you’d see on an old-timey heraldic crest. The inspiration - since Emidori is named for a happy green juniper tree spirit - is a tree with roots showing, its canopy made out of hearts. The blue and yellow bands at the side are just there because I thought the design looked too plain without it.

Here’s the layout of Emidori currently. We’ve come a long way since April! On my island (left-right, top-bottom) are Leopold, my roommate Deanna, Whitney, Biff, Huck, Shari, Broffina, Stu, Tucker, Piper, and Alice. Biff and Shari were my first neighbors. I’ve also had Portia and Audie (edit: and Bea! I knew I was forgetting someone; edit again: AND KNOX, geez, there really have been a lot!), who have moved away. My roommate and I have dibs on our favorite neighbors who, no matter what, are never going to be advised to leave. Her favorite right now is Shari. 

My favorite is Biff - which is unusual for me. I don’t usually like the jock types because I’m not really into fitness and they so often have those angry eyebrows that I don’t find cute. But he’s so fun and enthusiastic and encouraging. And I think in ways he reminds me of my boyfriend, because though my bf is not a jock, he is fitness-minded and likes to be active and tries to encourage me to be too. I’ll often screenshot Biff’s dialogue or letters and show them to my bf later and we’ll have a good giggle over them.

Here’s the outside of my house. I have the main room and two side rooms at the moment. I’m a little behind my friends and family as far as house development because a lot of time and money was going toward redoing the layout of the town - moving every island building into the arrangement that we have now. But I’m happy with the results.

I have a basic personal garden - hyacinth have a nice rainbow-range of colors, and I do like having grass to run around on and put furniture on. My roommate carpets almost every inch of her property in flowers - it’s quite a sight to see! But that will come later.

Pool, picnic table, and pizza oven seem a pretty ideal yard to me. There’s also an exercise bike out of frame to the left. I do that when I play Sims too - I like the idea of using exercise equipment like that outdoors. I put the clothesline in because I think it gives a homey feel.

This is the main room of my house, doubling as a bedroom and living room at the moment. I like to coordinate furniture, but I also like to take advantage of pieces I think are super cool, even if they don’t match everything else. 

That Girl with the Pearl Earring is a fake. I give the real ones to the museum, but I am actually equally happy getting fakes because then I feel more free to put them in my home. And from here, you can’t really tell it’s fake anyway.

I was ABSURDLY EXCITED to find that hamster in the store on one of my first days playing. I didn’t know there’d be pets of any kind besides the critters you can catch. And since I have guinea pigs IRL, the hamster is a great addition to my home :D His name is Mori, after my one boy piggie. (I have four girl piggies).

The pinball machine I got recently, and it’s extra cool to me, because it’s a baseball pinball machine. My bf and I go to these conventions where they have rooms full of pinball machines and arcade cabinets that are free unlimited play with price of ticket, and the baseball pinball is my favorite! And even more appropriate: it was a gift from Biff.

That’s the highest level workbench I have at the moment. My roommate has the bigger design, but this one is fine for me right now with the space that I have. (That phonograph is faced the wrong way around so that I see it from the front every time I enter the house).

(This room’s theme music is Wandering)

I turned my first expansion into a kitchen. I’d already been collecting every cool kitchen gadget I could find. And I always like the idea IRL of a yellow kitchen, so that’s the basic theme I went with. I’m REALLY anxious to get more food items. I have so many fun food items in Pocket Camp, and virtually zero in NH. 

I only just last week got the Cutting Board and Ironwood Dresser recipes. I have had the Ironwood Kitchenette recipe for months now, but hadn’t been able to make it until just recently.

(That’s a vacuum to the left in picture two. And I don’t care that the boombox is blue, because I can’t even see it when I walk in the room anyway.)

(This room’s theme music is K.K. Waltz)

The bathroom is the most recent addition to my house. It’s slightly eclectic, but I think the colors all look nice together. Yes, that is wedding flooring and wallpaper, and yes the toilet rug is made of cherry blossom petals. And that gold rose is from my roommate - she’s got a ton of black roses and has recently been trying her gold watering can on them.

(This room’s theme music is K.K. Sonata)

So that’s my basic introduction. Later today, I’ll be posting about my “today” on Emidori. Feel free to send me a Switch friend request :D

[sastrugie]

my christmas break starts this friday as well! what’s up with your coworker? have her test results come back? is she doing okay?

alright, so my fav topics include:

- the russian revolution, as already stated :D

- the cold war (mostly from the east european point of view)

- the tudors

- victorian era england

i also really love peaky blinders (the show) and i occasionally enjoy reading about how different gangs operated back in those days but i don’t know much lmao

also, monarchy is just such a terrible system but i completely get your interest in the people! for example, i also adore reading and learning about the tudors and the romanovs but only as a part of history and not because i’m such a big fan of the monarchy? lmao if that makes sense.

and like, i lowkey get why the bolsheviks thought they needed to assassinate the whole family but it’s also really sketchy, dude ://

i think i like britain’s history just because it’s so rich and influential, but like we simply can’t ignore the fucked up shit they’ve done through the centuries. so again, i enjoy it but mostly because i love judging them for their actions lmao

and to answer your question, i don’t really know if i have many historical favs? i feel like i enjoy way too many problematic people lmao. nevertheless, the ones i’m most interested in atm are: lenin (shockers), anne boleyn, anne bonny, malcolm x - this list shifts constantly depending on my mood though.

oh shush you, i’m sure your style is bombing based on everything i just read :)

lmao i actually do that sometimes, but mostly in my mother tongue! but i also just love shakespearean insults in english, those are impeccable

and merci beaucoup! good luck with russian; maybe you’ll be able teach me a few phrases in the future :D

ooh what are you studying atm? if you don’t mind sharing, that is.

and me, i’d like to become a psychologist some day, so that’s pretty far from history as well haha but i never want the enthusiasm to die ever and i’m really loving how the two of us can just scream to each other about history in every single ask/answer :D

thank you so much for these beautiful recommendations, i’ll definitely check them out!!

here are some of mine:

books:

- maria stuart by stefan zweig (german author, so it shouldn’t be too hard for you to find it!!)

- red crosses by sasha filipenko (fiction about the stalinist regime)

- the age of light by whitney scharer (historical fiction again lmao; tells the story of photographers lee miller and man ray’s romance in the 30s with little snippets into wwii through lee’s pov; the writing was stunning)

- sapiens by yuval noah harari (basically the history of mankind; so informative and enjoyable, i adored it)

- the real peaky blinders by carl chinn (what the title says, really; the actual gangs of birmingham and their not so shiny careers)

these are the best ones i read in 2020 but i’ll let you know if i remember any of my other reads!!

i also haven’t read any actual books about the 1917 revolution because i haven’t really had the chance to go to the library yet and i’ve been busy doing my research on the internet haha (it’s a fairly new hyperfixation of mine, to be frank). however, i’ll hit you up if i find anything worthwhile <3

documentaries:

- the russian revolution (the title speaks for itself lmao)

- genius of the modern world (3-part docuseries about marx, nietzsche and freud)

- world war ii in colour (lmao just a classic, innit)

- secrets of great british castles

- the last tzars (tho i’m pretty sure you’re quite familiar with this one haha)

- forbidden history

- secrets of the six wives

- anything by lucy worsley, tbh

these are all off the top of my head but again, i’ll let you know if i remember any more!!

oml i apologise for the long message and i hope your week is going well :D

dont apologize for long messages! <3 im always happy to talk to you 

sadly her test was positive UGH which means i have to get myself tested too (today) and if the worst case happens: i´ll have to spend christmas alone in my student flat bc then i obviously cant go home to my family (my grandparents live there..) so yeah, today 14:20 o clock... i have the test :( cross your fingers for me pls huhuhu

thats cool that we have the russian revolution and vicxtorian era as common interest ^^ i read a book recently its called “the ordeal” and its a triology written by alexej tolstoi during the times of the revolution. its a story about two sister and their love interests during the war times and its really good!!! 

oh i barely know anything about the tudors! pls hmu

ah yes.. the cold war... i have to admit im rather interested in the music and sociology of the cold war times but the political stuff is super interesting too! esp as you said from an east european view, so we can talk about that too!

yep. monarchy sucks! i understanbd from like a logical point of view why they shot them all, but the human side of me thinks its just cruel.. i mean yeah tsar nicholas wasnt a good politician but he wasnt a bad person either. but yeah, a difficult topic.. tbh he´s the only romanov im really interested in (i really dislike his wife alexandra tho lmao) hbu? 

leninnn :D i kinda excpected that! i havent really read much about him but he seems to be an interesting person! and who is anne boyd? malcom X yes! im really interested into the civil rights movement as well. I really like martin luther king jr.

englands history really fascinates me, and i honestly cant tell you why... but it is what is is hahhaa! nand duuudeeee omg they fucked so many shit up.. the british are a funny nation. but honestly none is unproblematic and every nation screwed up big time once:D judging is really important when youre intereste din history! like im interested in king george and queen mary but not solely for political reasons, more actually for their personal lives and victorian times and how they were as a couple, but i know... they did bad stuff too!

omg teach me some shakespearean insults pls! i only know a few victorian ones! and a bit of sixties slang :D 

im gonna reblog this and add some russian phrases bc my russian keyboard in on my phone :) but i use duolingo so the sentences are ... really weird lmao

im studying physical geography in Erlangen right now and am in my 7th semester.) im actually writing my bachelor thesis rn UGHHHHHHH

ohhhhh psychology is cool!! im really intersted in it, sadly i cant ever be one bc i suffer from poor mental health too much myself, in fact i have an appointment my therapist in a few minutes haha BUT i think youre super trustworthy and nice and easy to talk to so these are really good qualities for a therapist <3<3<3<3

AHHHHHHHHHHH THANKS!! 

i already read sapiens! its so good! and i know maria stuart by schiller haha but oml i love stefan zweig so imma add it on my list

ok and i will watch ALL of these (except the last tsars bc yeah i already saw it! and liked it ... kinda .. i didnt like the actor they chose for nicky, he didnt remind me of him at all)

i have alot of historical fiction books to recomment too: 

if you like ww2 “a time to live and a time to die”

ww1: “all quiet on the western front”

russian revolution and war time “the ordeal”

“intrige” by robert harris is also good (france 1896)

oh and documentary wise:

they shall not grow old is a coloured ww1 docu!

thank you so much for everything again i love talking to you :) have a nice day <3 (sorry for typos i was in a hurry)

[atrophiedcompassion]

having watched TROS for the second (and final) time in the cinema, here’s my full spoiler abundant review, also with comments on the nonalogy as a whole.

the movie works a lot better aka is more enjoyable the second time. we know what’s happening and i could relax and enjoy even the dumb moments and allow myself to feel, to be washed into the music and just feel my good feelings towards the finale.

the plot is still dumb as rocks, with the new old villain, resurrected. who not only is back but is giving our heroes a chance to find him before all shit breaks loose. why is the emperor so fucking arrogant?? why did TROS/JJ keep arguably the worst plot from TLL namely the race against a certain but exact time to do something to save the day?

the rey as palpatine still makes no sense. why did the jedi (in particular obi wan) call to her when she has the first force vision back on takodana if rey’s a palp?? JJ truly pisses on his very own movie isn’t he? and the emperor himself, he wants rey dead, twice he tells this verbatim to KR and then comments the rey killing plot was foiled to commander pryde...but then he actually welcomes her with open arms? or did he foresee his new death by rey should she reach exogol still alive? why should this death stick? ugghghgh.

the movie moves at record pace, no time to grieve, no time to catch your breath. the falcon/poe does impossible feats. the trio is united only to trail rey, finn in particular acting like a puppy. the only scene with finn that had any weight and developed his character was the scene with jannah when they’re fixing the falcon. BUT even then...i thought it was fine for the Force to guide finn out of his servitude. but maybe let the other former stormtroopers have some fuxking free will. not the force guiding them. there were so many moments when finn could’ve inspired former fellow stormtroopers to put down their weapons, but no. the spy could’ve been a stormtrooper, not the ridiculous hux doing things out of spite...

the worst scene in the movie? rey going on a fucking stroll on pasaana to meet kylo ren’s ship...and before that, the knights of ren literally posturing on a rock. i laughed out loud in the cinema it was so utterly ridiculous.

it’s all fucking plains, the fucking audience could see rey advancing through ochi’s ship screens. but somehow chewbacca gets captured and there’s a second transporter. the whole scene plays just so we can set up rey’s sith lightning abilities..?? fucking hell.

c3po’s sacrifice works for me. it’s the first moment of the rewatch where i got truly emotional and shed actual tears. and it’s not really cheapened by his memory being restored, since Finn actually mentions r2 might have a backup which 3po dismisses in his usual fashion. so 3po actually believed he was going to be fully erased. and that’s what matters. i found the 3po humour almost on par with the OT, although sometimes poe’s wayyy too aggressive with him. (i mean, poe loves droids, or at least his droid bb8, but is awfully dismissive of both 3po and D-O, just to fill in the han role i guess? it’s overdone)

the fight on the destroyer/kimiji is ok, again rey with the aggressive stance and the reveal is....nothing. rey has NO fucking reaction. she like scrunches her nose a little. she was just told the JJ equivalent to luke finding out vader’s his dad and rey’s just like. oh okay. bummer.

she should’ve fucking jumped like luke did. and maybe be retrieved on the falcon somehow. she should’ve expressed some pain. but no. rey’s just as calm as before. maybe even calmer, now that she knows the whole truth.

the death star sequence. dumb as hell to imagine the dagger has coordinates to the fucking wreckage of DS2??!??! who made it and when??!?!??! but let’s not overthink this. you get force powered rey making the ride with the skimmer and finding herself attacked by dark!rey..and then kylo come by and apparently knows this? because he tells her that now she’s tainted and can’t go back to leia either??!

WHAT THE FUCKKKK does JJ not know how the fucking force works??? i mean was it a fucking inside joke when han says that’s not how the force works in TFA??? uughghghgh. i know TROS is trying its best to almost completely retcon TLJ, but the way the Force was described there, like a balance, decay from where new life spawns, THAT WAS A GOOD THING FFS!!!!

no, JJ thinks that jedi are all pure beings and sith are dark brooding monsters and if a jedi or equivalent has even the faintest connection to the dark side, they’re fucking done!!!!!! (when the FUCKING OT SAYS THE FUCKING OPPOSITE, even a shred of goodness can help you get back to the light)

and if that was SUPPOSED to be KR’s way of getting rey to join him on his fieldtrip to exogol...my god he’s fucking dumb as hell. rey’s resisted his offer every fucking time (altho during the force call on pasaana he tells her he will turn her and she says we’ll see. she didn’t say no lmao), why would she fucking say yeah sure now? just because she had a fucking vision of dark herself??!?!?

still, dark!rey is fucking hot and i will probably cosplay her sometimes soon.

then comes the kylo - rey fight on the death star wreckage, where she attacks him, she’s aggressive, and is bested. and he’s about to kill her (even though he told her he has other plans, LOL) and then leia calls. or her call to her son finally reaches him (no more voicemail) and he falters, drops the saber and is impaled by rey.......who also senses leia’s passing.

and we have ben again and the scene with han solo plays and it’s pretty fucking emotional. but i wish he had said father and not dad. dad feels unearned. father would’ve worked best, especially for such a serious, stoic char like ben, dad is far too playful. i would’ve wanted a moment more of ben mourning his mother too, but the movie’s gotta be done in 30 mins so we have no time for allowing emotional moments to sink in. note: finn & poe are in such a rush to get to leia they don’t even have time to wait a sec to be told properly that she’s fucking dead. fuck you movie.

the scenes with luke are good. of course, luke backtracks all of his development in TLJ (because fuck you that’s why) and apparently everyone knew she was a palpatine but they still trained her because fuck logic? this is just like the PT where they end up training anakin because they made a promise to a dead guy. lmao. and how convenient is that there’s another lightsaber, otherwise how would rey make an x at the end to (presumably) end palpatine?? hmmm. i said the jedi leia scene/flashback worked for me the first time i saw it, but in hindsight, the scene and motivation really takes a steaming dump on leia’s character, a mother afraid of her son and unwilling to help him. fuck you JJ. we never needed leia wielding a lightsaber. we only wanted leia using the force in some way that felt organic to her character. (sidestep: up until attack of the clones? when yoda first uses a lightsaber, i assumed he was enlightened and didn’t need actual weapons to wield the force. well, i hoped leia could be like that enlightened master yoda. but like all bad things in the SW universe, she ended up being as awful as puppet yoda with a toothpick lightsaber, cause how would we know she’s a jedi otherwise????)

so. because she refused kylo, and ended up alone on exogol and with the resistance trapped there, she’s actually considering palpatine’s offer??! and realises she has maybe another option when she senses ben’s there too??! then why the fuck didn’t they go together??!?! oh wait. i forgot she wanted to exile herself on ach-to LMAO.

and still. the whole palpatine plot train-wreck could’ve still worked had they actually used the pretty cool concept of Force Dyad for something good. i mean, KR tells this to rey on the destroyer. but apparently palp can’t do the math and is surprised when he takes a sip of their life essences??! like what the actual fuck, why isn’t palpatine aware of this?? if he (+plagueis) made vader and then he conceived his son. and then vader had leia and leia had ben and palp’s son had rey........why is KR able to put this together and not the FREAKING MASTER PUPPETEER of the whole fucking galaxy??!?!

anyway. back to the force dyad. we have awsome ben solo and rey reunited. ready to fight palps. but no. he freezes them and sucks the life force out of them. maybe the power of the force dyad of light users could be harmful to a sith?!??! maybe the power of a force dyad would help ben & rey resist palp?! maybe the power of a force dyad could be used to defeat palp?

but no. we get ben solo thrown into a pit so that palp and rey could reenact whitney houston’s hit

or, even worse, the year’s most anticipated battle of one liners: endgame. yeah, it was cool to hear all the jedi clamouring for rey, but this could’ve still worked as the jedi finally supporting ben skywalker organa solo for fucking once in the guy’s lifetime.

but no. JJ said fuck ben solo. he’s only good to give the life back to rey, then he can fuck off. i am not a reylo and i am not too bothered by ben’s death, as much as i am by his misuse. i mean, in such movies, we never really have to deal with reformed bad guys making amends. vader died, and so in a way, ben dying too and not having to be courtmartialled is actually convenient.

i have read some analysis where ben & rey being happy together is the undoing of anakin’s sad demise and brings peace to the skywalker line rather than pain and despair and that’s a valid premise, but realistically, ben’s death makes sense. they’d never be happy together in a hut somewhere, because ben still has to pay for a lot of damage. BUT his death is nothing but the crippling of the skywalker line, after a palp had defeated the palps. his death has little meaning in the story. them being a force dyad has little meaning, apart from powering palps back to his rots appearance. lmao

and finally, the death of ben is never mourned, never acknowledged. no-one is even told on screen about his return to the light (maybe maz felt it, when leia’s body vanished...) and his deeds. that kinda sucks. because luke took a moment to have a ceremony for vader, the force ghosts came through. here...we get nothing.

and then rey buries the anakin saber and leia’s saber on tatooine in sand no less (we need a sketch of anakin loudly complaining to rey about this)... and instead of finally accepting herself as being sufficient, she tacks on the legacy name. well done JJ.

(that was me when the credits rolled).

now, i love the OT more than life itself and the films give us meta to fill libraries. they are not perfect movies, but they are good, they tell a wonderful story with amazing characters and i will never stop loving them.

then the PT is made of really bad movies that now, in the light of TROS, surprisingly still come together as a trilogy far better than the ST lmao.

i still believe that the PT undermines and ruins Vader’s redemption in ROTS, because now you know exactly what he did (reminder: killed 30 children) and it’s hard to swallow. in the end, he dies to save his son and takes down the big bad so we can accept that he gains redemption in luke’s eyes alone and not necessarily in the audience’s. but ben solo didn’t even get that. he got thrown into a pit and crawled out only to give rey life lol.

anyway, TFA was okay at first, but i always had a huge gripe, aka the misuse of Leia and the complete silence on her being a Force user. like don’t even need ligthsaber fights from her, just gimme something explicit of her using the Force. she could’ve at the very fucking least sensed KR when he swoops in and abducts Rey on Takodana. but no. JJ fridged Leia from the get go, because he had no clue what to do with her. and then he fucked her character completely with what he believed was the flashback the fans wanted....UFHGHGHGH

JJ also and truly fridged Luke, because he had no idea what to do with Luke and the whole Force legacy either. he wanted to write a fun Han Solo adventure and by gods he did.

so, Luke. the guy vanishes the opening crawl tells us. he wasn’t abducted, so he must’ve exiled himself. people hating TLJ’s so called character assassination when it comes to Luke should point fingers at the real culprit, JJ. how could Luke do such a thing and run away (like JJ wrote him do) if he hadn’t done something significantly wrong?? it had to be FUCKING HORRIBLE. and so it is. because what Luke did was horrible and it set up for the fall to the dark side of poor, conflicted, manipulated and unloved Ben Solo. but had it not been THIS awful, then Luke’s self imposed exile, shame and guilt wouldn’t have made any fucking sense. so, TLJ haters, think again WHO was the person who wrote Luke running away for 10 years and allowing all that shit to happen?? it wasn’t Rian Johnson, that’s for sure. he merely justified the absence in a way that made sense plot-wise and actually character-wise too.

on repeated viewing, TFA isn’t that good, it’s a rehash of ANH and the stakes are never as good as the original movies. we all kinda know the heroes will save the day

TLJ, i liked, but the canto bight plot really falls flat. this is where RJ did some char assassinations: Poe. Poe is the cocky pilot who singlehandedly destroys the Resistance’s arsenal LMAO. and next scene he turns into sexist macho asshole trope itself, with his immediate and unfounded disdain of Holdo and her plans to keep our heroes safe. so he concocts a harebrained plan that doesn’t work. maybe it was intended as a refreshing look over this trope of barely a plan of the heroes always coming to fruition at the very last second, but the way it’s presented, it somehow really undermines all the characters involved, including newcomer Rose. at the start a breath of fresh air in the age of mindless heroics, the voice of reason,  soon enough she too is pulled apart and becomes a sudden love interest...?? she is then reduced to a side’s side char in TROS, but she has space buns, so that’s cool right? that’s what SW is all about, women in space buns. fuck!

and yet, TLJ handled Luke, Leia, KR and Rey wonderfully and laid down some great ideas, Rey having no lineage, the Force Bond between her and KR, the catalyst for KR’s fall to the dark side, the little good in him, as sensed by both Leia and Rey...and set up a finale where, i believed and hoped, KR would be the main villain.

with the trailer spelling the probable return of palpatine, i kinda lost faith in TROS before it even hit the theaters. in fact, my faith in the movie was shot the moment JJ was brought on board.

we had a new villain, another race against time to save the day, and our heroes tell us again and again that it’s fine to share the burden, that they are not alone, that there are more good guys than bad - and when the ARMY OF PEOPLE came to exogol, it’s a wonderful scene. it works for me and it did both times. i know it’s awful that no-one came to leia’s call on crait, but here lando picks up (when lando says hello there, it’s not only panties that drop) half the galaxy, but somehow it still made me well up.

but, despite this very explicit message, our heroine fights alone. she faces palps alone and almost makes a bad decision, is alone in her final battle, is alone at the end. how truly horrible. instead of having ben and rey defeat palps together, rey has to do it alone, out of faux-feminism. it’s sickening. it’s stupid. and that’s not star wars and the star wars message. luke was not alone at the end, he was with friends, with family.

but she’s from a bad bloodline and she should die childless. ughhh. totally not hopeful, totally not satisfying message to have for the finale of the skywalker saga.

[thesunflower23]

I don't consider myself to be very famous. I'm recognizable in certain contexts but even that kind of recognition sometimes puts me off terribly because it's uncomfortable in a way. I want people there not to see me, but to think about the music. A lot of young people are forgetting about the most important thing, which is the music. They're thinking about their career and the character that goes with it. The clothes they believe they're meant to wear, which again is fine. I understand the importance of fashion and aesthetics within art. I like the elegance of design but it's not the substance of something, particularly if you're primarily about making music. Another piece of advice I'd give—maybe the only piece of advice is you've got to have something that you really need to say. That's why you're doing it. If you've got nothing to say then maybe become a recording engineer? Don't be a writer. I desperately want to speak French so I can read some of the great French novels in the language they were written. I wish I could read Don Quixote in Spanish. Same with Portuguese or Latin or something, except I don't have that learning ability. I wish I could direct a movie but it's not something I've ever been able to do. I don't have the story to tell yet, and I'm not going to go out and make something that's visually cool but has no story. It was always my ambition to make films when I was growing up. I thought that was much more valid. I never wanted to be an indie rock musician. I wanted to make really important films. Epics, classics, except I've never had the idea or story come to me. Just because you can be in a band, just because you can make a film, doesn't necessarily mean you should. You have to ask yourself, "Is what I'm doing needed? Is what I'm doing valid?" So people reading this might think, "Is Deerhunter valid?" To me, yes it is. To me, I'm making an album that no one else is making right now. I'm always open to any genre of music that can affect me. My most listened to artist of last year according to Spotify was Whitney Houston. I adore her. Her voice, her personality, her presence, what she brings to the songs. Anything that has life in it, and has that much inherent value, I'd fall at the feet of that artist today. People, like Whitney Houston, she gave everything to her audience, and she had a tragic ending. She never had a chance. I don't have the capacity to do that. It's not needed. The audience are happy with what I give and I'm happy with what they give in return. We have a nice arrangement and I'm very satisfied with it. I like my life as it is. I don't have anything that I'm wishful of. Everything I've ever wanted I have. That's the biggest source of depression for me in many ways. It probably sounds really shitty to someone who's in poverty but in my world I have it all. Other people want more material items but in my world it's not important. I can have that guitar if I want it. I don't want a fancy car or to live in LA or New York or Paris. I want to stay here with my dog. As far as I'm concerned there is no up, up, up. I don't want to expand. I'm just an entertainer like anyone else but I'm lucky to know my place. Not be unsure of my place and think it should be a palace. I don't want to go to parties. I want to stay at home with my dog and watch old Humphrey Bogart movies. I'm very content. I guess it comes back to the question of why has it taken four years for this record? I don't know. It's hard to go out. I sometimes force myself to. It's hard enough making the music and putting it into a document, talking about it endlessly then running it into the ground. I'd put out a new song every week if I could but I'm not sure that's the way it's done now, unless you're a pop star. My real priority is to my dog. More than my music or anything else. If you told me something was going to happen to my dog while I was on tour I'd cancel the entire tour. It's painful enough being on tour. I see Lockett looking at pictures of his kids on the bus and it's painful. When I'm lying on the bottom bunk of a bus after a show at 3 a.m. riding through the French countryside and I'm staring at pictures of my dog, it's painful. But then there is the ecstasy of the show the next night. In the future, here's hoping there'll be some kind of technology where we can see our loved ones. One of the greatest things about my life has been taking this music across the world. I love everywhere we go. It's getting there that's the misery. It's the jet lag, it's the exhaustion, it's the dehydration. It doesn't matter if you're a huge band either. I've toured with some of the biggest and I've seen it. Even in the most glamorous and decadent of situations there's a lack of health there. And there's a lack of space. Most importantly, there's also a lack of solitude. And peace. You're under fluorescent lights. I've played Madison Square Garden a couple of times and it's actually quite depressing. The backstage area is like a government office building. It's not pleasant. You'll play a small club and the backstage area is more like being at home. Sometimes it's awful but I guess what I'm saying is it doesn't matter how big you are, there's some kind of human comfort that can't be bought and brought to you everywhere. Even if you have 50 assistants, you're still sat under fluorescent lights in a dressing room designed as a locker room for a hockey team. It's not artistic or inspiring. When you look at the all time greats such as the Stones or Bob Dylan that only play arena shows, you get to a point where you're not meeting people any more because the only people around you backstage are the people you've put there. So you become more and more isolated. I don't tour arenas specifically unless I'm opening for someone, but I've seen it and it's not healthy. The greatest thing about being a young band and getting into a van is that everywhere you go, you make new friends. You meet people and get talking to them. It's not awkward or like you're alienated or different from them. Doing that you're usually in your 20s so you don't have kids at home missing you. Your home is probably some kind of squat or apartment so you don't tend to miss it as much. That's when it's easiest to be in a band. It becomes harder as you get older and you actually have a home to go back to. I can't stress how important solitude is. As I get older I require more and more solitude. I just want to be alone. I'm a committed asexual, which might be hard for people to understand, but there's nothing more amazing to me than coming home from a tour and being utterly alone except for the company of my dog. Not talking or having to give, give, give. But then if I got my wish and stayed home all the time I'd start going crazy! I want to play music to people, I want to make people happy, but the humanity of it hasn't changed. Human condition has not changed. That's when I think about Whitney dying in a bathtub alone. It leaves a sour taste for me because she finally found solitude but it came in death. People lose track of their needs. They start letting ambition replace their needs.

Bradford Cox

[leigh-kelly]

(More Hospital!AU)

Glad to be on days for the foreseeable future, Santana gets back into the swing of work. Sometimes, while she’s there, she can’t help but peep outside of Shelby’s office, hoping she’ll get a peek at who she’s interviewing. She’s really hoping for someone good, someone she can trust fully to share cases with and although she knows that Shelby is going to hire the best person she can, Santana can’t help but feel anxious. But home life keeps her sane. She’s really gotten the balance thing down and while she’s home, she doesn’t think of surgeries all the time—though if she’s being honest, when she’s at work, she thinks of Brittany and the boys all of the time.

“Hey.” Brittany comes into her own office, where Santana has camped out to pump. “I haven’t seen you all day.”

“I know, it’s hectic on my floor. It seems like every kid who’s ever needed surgery needs it today.”

“Are you okay? Are you stressed?”

“I’m not, I learned after the Cecile Frank thing just to let it roll. I have a surgery in twenty minutes but my boobs were killing me and I just couldn’t deal with doing a four hour procedure without pumping first.”

“Yeah, that’s probably not a good idea. Is it okay if I sit with you for a few minutes?”

“Britt, you don’t have to ask. I’m your wife and also...this is kind of your office.”

“True.” Brittany laughs. “So, my mom wants to know if we can come to Boston this weekend. You can totally say no, I know you’ve been working late every night and—”

“We haven’t been to Boston since before I went on bedrest. The twins have never been there. I’m okay with going.”

“I’ll drive, you can totally sleep in the car.”

“Baby, stop trying to sell me on it, I’m sold.” Santana smiles. “We can leave Friday after work.”

“That’s what I was thinking, then the boys will sleep for most of the ride and it won’t be a total nightmare.”

“You sound like you don’t want to go.”

“No, I do. It’s just that my parents want to talk to us about something and that stresses me out, you know?”

“Oh.” Santana nods. “Yeah, but it’s probably not a big deal.”

“I hope not. It just seems like if they can’t do it over the phone...”

“Don’t worry.” She leans over to kiss Brittany. “Whatever it is, we’ll get through it together.”

Santana can’t help but notice that Brittany is immensely stressed out over the next few days. She knows that it has to do with going to Boston, so Santana tries to give her as much space and patience as she possibly can. Brittany has always done that with her throughout their time dating and especially since they’ve been married, so it’s about time, Santana thinks, that she return the favor. Each and every night though, when Brittany comes in to bed, she squeezes Santana tightly and Santana hugs her back as hard as she can. Friday finally comes and Santana has four surgeries. She gets out of her last one later than she would have liked and she texts Brittany to ask if she wants to go home and pick up the boys and then come back and get her to save time. Brittany is quick to agree and Santana does her last set of rounds before she goes back into her office to change into yoga pants and a Columbia Pres sweatshirt for the car ride. When she exits the hospital, Brittany is double parked and Santana quickly jumps in the car, not wanting her to get a ticket and be more stressed out.

“Mommy Noodle, why did you take so long?” Liam asks.

“I’m sorry, Sir, I had a patient who needed some extra help. But I’m here now and we’re ready to be on our way.”

“I stopped to get sandwiches.” Brittany gestures to the bag at Santana’s feet. “Your mom fed Liam his dinner so we don’t have to do that.”

“Saved us from having to drive through M-C-D-O-N-A-L-D-S.” “Exactly. Did you get a chance to pump?”

“No, but it’s fine, I’ll do it in the car. Max and Oliver ate too?”

“Your mom said right before I came home, so they should make it to Boston. I think all three of them will be asleep once we get on 95.”

Nodding, Santana opens the bag of sandwiches and hands Brittany half of hers before she opens her own. Brittany is quiet as they eat and much as she suspected, by the time they make it over the bridge, Liam has passed out, Max is on the verge and Oliver just stares out the window, looking like he’s just about to follow. With their dinner gone, Santana reaches over and takes Brittany’s hand on the center console, just squeezing it.

“If something is wrong with one of them, I’ll feel so guilty about living in New York.” Brittany confesses quietly. “It would be different if Liv was still alive...”

“If we need to go to Boston, we’ll go to Boston. I’m sure Brigham would hire you back and I can get a job.”

“The thing is though, Santana, I don’t want to move back to Boston. I love our life in New York, I love Columbia Pres, we’re both on really good career tracks there. And that just makes me feel guiltier.”

“It’s okay that you moved away.”

“Sometimes I feel like it’s not.” Brittany sighs. “They lost Olivia and then I took their grandson and moved five hours away.”

“You did what you had to do. The job at Columbia was a huge step up for you. They understand that.”

“I know they do, I really do. I’m just concerned how they’ll be able to manage if something is wrong with one of them.”

“We know some of the best doctors in the country, you’d be able to do your part that way and you’d make the trip up as often as possible.”

“I can’t honestly expect you to want to go back and forth to Boston all the time.”

“I love your parents. And more importantly, I love you. Two minutes ago, I told you I’d move there. I can manage going back and forth with you. But for the record, I still think you have nothing to worry about.”

“I hope you’re right, Santana. I really do.”

For the rest of the drive, they talk about less intense things. Work, the kids, where they’re going to go when they both take a week off over the summer. Santana thinks that it calms Brittany down a little and by the time they pull into her parents’ driveway a little after eleven, she seems to be doing okay. The Pierces are already asleep when they get there, so they slowly bring everything upstairs before Santana picks up a sleeping Liam and Brittany gets the two car seats. Brittany’s dad had set up the playpen next to their bed before they got there so Brittany puts the twins in and Santana carefully lays Liam down in the center of their bed. Not wanting to wake any of the kids up, they wash up and change for bed in silence but once they’re laying down, Santana grabs Brittany’s hand over Liam’s sleeping form and just squeezes it tightly.

It’s early the next morning when Liam starts rolling around in bed and once Santana manages to rouse herself from sleep, still tired from the three times she woke up with one of the twins, Brittany is up and trying to keep Liam quiet. Santana can smell coffee from downstairs and she knows that Brittany’s parents are already awake, so she tries to keep herself from falling back to sleep. Liam bounces over to her side of the bed and crawls into her arms, wrapping them around her neck. With a smile, Santana hugs him back and she’s glad when Brittany leans over to kiss her.

“You don’t have to be awake, honey.” Brittany tells her softly.

“Mama, Mommy Noodle’s already ‘wake. I want to see her.”

“I’m good, Britt.” She promises, then lowers her voice once she grabs Liam’s trains from the nightstand and he starts rolling them over the comforter. “My left nipple is just a little sore this morning.”

“It’s been bothering you all week. Do you think you have an infection?”

“I don’t know, maybe the start of one. Would you mind grabbing me my cream from the red bag?”

Brittany complies immediately and Santana pops open the top of the totally organic and everything free nipple cream that she’s been using, scooping some onto her fingers and putting her hand up under her shirt. She hisses out a little in pain as she rubs it on herself and Brittany looks over at her in concern. Santana just sighs and puts the cap back on her cream, knowing that this was probably caused by the days where she had long surgeries and let herself overfill. She’ll probably need to see Roz and get antibiotics when they get back to New York, but until then, she’ll try to manage it as best as she can on her own.

“Do you want me to bring you up coffee?” Brittany asks.

“It’s okay, I’ll brush my teeth and come down. I know you’re anxious to talk to your parents.”

“Mama, I’m so hungry.” Liam whines a little.

“Okay, let’s all brush teeth and then we’ll go down to have breakfast.”

While they’re brushing their teeth, Oliver wakes up and before that can get to him, he has Max awake too. Because Santana’s nipple is so sore, she wants to do the first feeding in the privacy of the bedroom so as not to concern Brittany’s parents. She puts Max on her left side, because his sucking reflex is stronger, and Brittany takes Liam downstairs to get him food while Santana nurses. When both boys are finally done, she brings them downstairs and Liam has already finished his breakfast and has found his way into the living room and into the new toys the Pierces have bought him. Brittany brings Santana over a hot cup of coffee and then takes Max from her arms and sits down beside her. “Mom, Dad, tell us what’s going on.” Brittany immediately says, once Santana is done telling them how she is.

“Cutting right to the chase, aren’t you?” Pierce laughs. “Okay, Whitney, you lost Rock Paper Scissors, you get to do it.”

“You seriously played Rock Paper Scissors to decide who gets to tell us the bad news?” Brittany sighs.

“Honey, it’s not bad news, but some of it might upset you a little.” Whitney purses her lips. “We’re selling the house.”

“Okay...” Brittany takes a deep breath and Santana knows she’s never one to be reactionary, even though it probably devastates her to know that her parents won’t be living in the house where she and her sister grew up any longer. “Why?”

“We just thought we ought to move closer to you. Maribel is helping so much and we’re kind of just...here.”

“Besides,” Pierce interjects. “The pizza is better in New York.”

“Mom, Dad, your whole lives are here. We don’t expect you to give that up.” Brittany looks over at Santana, who takes her hand. “And...Liv. There are just...a lot of memories here.”

“We know that.” Whitney nods. “And we’ll take all of her things with us. But to be honest with you, Brittany, sometimes it’s difficult to live in a house surrounded by so many memories of her. It’s been four years and you’ve done so much to make a new life for yourself, I think it’s time we do that too.”

“Okay...okay.” 

“Honey, we figured this might be difficult for you.”

“I just need a minute.” Brittany gets up from the table, puts Max down in his seat and walks to the front door, opening it and stepping outside, leaving Santana alone with the Pierces.

“I’m sorry about that, Santana.” Whitney offers, looking down into her coffee.

“It’s okay. I don’t know if I should go to her or give her space. I’ve never seen her like this.”

“It’s why we wanted to tell her in person. She never really had a chance to grieve Olivia’s death because she jumped right into taking care of Liam.”

“I’m going to go out there, I think maybe it’s best if she has some time alone with me. Do you mind watching the boys?”

“Go.” Pierce nods, taking Oliver from Santana. “We got this.”

Santana walks out the front door and finds Brittany on the steps with her head in her hands. She sits down beside her and rests her palm on Brittany’s back, just silently letting her know that she’s there. Brittany doesn’t say anything but Santana can tell that she’s crying and she longs to make it better for her. She’s always so strong, her Brittany, so seeing her break is so difficult for Santana to do.

“This is the last place that still exists where she was.” Brittany murmurs. “All the Thanksgivings, the Christmases, the Sundays where I’d get here late after work and they’d all be around the table...it’s all I have left. I miss her every day, Santana, and I just have to go on living.”

“I can’t imagine how you feel.”

“She was my best friend. I mean, we weren’t sisters that fought all the time, we were so close from the time we were young. I thought she’d get to be the maid of honor at my wedding, see the birth of my kids. God, watch Liam grow up. There’s just so much she never got to have and I get it that it’s hard for my parents but they’re going to sell this place. I’d love to have them in New York, but I’m not ready to let this go.”

“You could talk to me about her, Britt, whenever you want. I know you don’t, very often.”

“When I talk about her, I feel like I’m going to fall apart. I had to compartmentalize all of my sadness when she died because Liam needed me and my parents needed me, so now, I feel sometimes like grief is going to swallow me whole.”

“I didn’t know that, I’m sorry I haven’t given you a safe place to come.”

“It’s not you, I know I can talk to you, and eventually, I’m going to have to tell more stories about her to Liam and even Max and Oliver but I don’t know how.”

“What if...we helped your parents go through everything? Maybe that physical act will help you be able to talk.”

“Or it might make me more mad that they’re selling the house.” Brittany sniffles. “I’m so glad that neither one of them are sick, but this is a tough blow.”

“I know.” Santana wraps her arm around Brittany and pulls her close. “You lost the most important person to you and then you stepped up to be the mother of her son. Now you’re losing a place that you shared with her.”

“They’re moving to New York to be closer to us, I should be thrilled.”

“You’re allowed to have mixed emotions. You’re always an emotional rock for me, but I’m here for whatever you need.”

“Thank you.” Brittany nods and rests her head on Santana’s shoulder. “I need to know that.”

Once Brittany cools off a little, they go back inside to find Brittany’s parents in the living room with all three of the boys. Liam is building a train track and Max and Oliver are laying side by side on their backs on the floor. Santana knows that Whitney knows Oliver doesn’t like tummy time, so she’s glad she didn’t put him on his stomach when she wasn’t there to comfort him. Brittany sits down on the couch and Santana joins Liam on the floor, helping him to attach his tracks.

“I’d like to help go through Liv’s stuff.” Brittany tells them. “If it’s okay, there are some things I’d like to take for Liam.”

“Of course, honey. And I promise you, we’re not going to get rid of any of it. It means a lot for us to have it.” Whitney sighs.

“We just lost so much of her stuff in the fire, all of what’s left of her is here.”

“Where’s a fire?” Liam asks, lifting one of his fire trucks. “I’ll do it!”

“Oh, Li.” Brittany gets up and lifts him into her arms. “There was a fire a long time ago.”

“I hope the firemans put it out!”

For the rest of the day, Brittany is quiet. Santana doesn’t try to urge her to talk, she figures she’ll do it on her own accord and if she’s still upset with her parents, that’s okay. They end up going out to dinner, but Brittany spends most of her time outside of the restaurant with a crying Oliver—and existing that Santana stay and eat her dinner. When they get back to the Pierces, Liam is falling asleep and Max and Oliver aren’t far behind so they say goodnight to Brittany’s parents and quickly bathe all three boys, Santana feeds the twins and they get them into bed, putting Liam on the little cot that Pierce has remembered to bring up, instead of putting him in the middle of the big bed.

Santana changes into her pajamas, takes her pills and brushes her teeth and Brittany follows suit, clearly not wanting to go back downstairs to her parents. Feeling bad that it’s been a rough day for Brittany, Santana goes to massage her shoulders as soon as they get into bed. Brittany leans back into her touch and Santana can’t believe how much tension she’s holding there.

“I was thinking about Liam.” Brittany whispers, clearly not wanting to wake the sleeping kids. “And how he heard us talking about the fire.”

“And when you, or we, if that’s what you want,  have to tell him?”

“Yeah. I can’t keep this from him forever. As soon as he’s old enough to realize that his scars came from somewhere, he’ll have to know. And I don’t want him to think of my sister as anything but his mother...but how do you tell a kid that their parents died?”

“Babe, I don’t know. Maybe there’s someone we can talk to, just to figure out the best way to go about this. I mean, you always point out your sister as Mommy to him, I guess it just hasn’t sunk in.”

“It’s only a matter of time before it does. I just won’t lie to him, but I also don’t want it to scare him, thinking that something might happen to one of us.”

“I know.” Santana digs her thumbs into a knot in Brittany’s back. “I really, really know.”

“Do you know any child psychologists that work with patients on your floor? Maybe you could ask one of them what the right thing to do is.”

“I could definitely do that. Britt, no matter what, I’m here for you through this. I know you adopted him before me and Olivia was your sister, but I promise you don’t have to do this alone.”

“Thank you for that.” Brittany sighs. “It’s just been a really long and emotionally draining day.”

“Let’s just go to bed, you could really use the rest.”

“You’re right. We have to drive back tomorrow and I need to not be a jerk to my parents. Come here.”

Santana stops massaging Brittany’s shoulders and curls up in her arms. Even on the rare occasion where Brittany is going though something, she still prefers to be the big spoon and Santana is perfectly okay with that. She feels Brittany’s lips on the top of her head, feels the way she squeezes just a little tighter and she closes her eyes, already feeling the effects of her Ambien. Now that the twins are mostly sleeping through the night, she can take it regularly again, meaning she actually wakes up well rested.

The bed is empty when Santana gets up in the morning, but Liam is still asleep on his cot and Max and Oliver are in the playpen. Santana notices that Brittany’s sneakers aren’t at the foot of the bed and even though it’s before seven in the morning, she assumes that Brittany went for a run to clear her head. Max wakes up first and Santana lifts him from the playpen, careful not to disturb Oliver, and lifts up her t-shirt. She sits with him in her arms, humming softly as he nurses, and she’s surprised by a knock on the door.

“Come in.” She calls out softly, not wanting to wake Oliver or Liam. When the door opens, it’s Whitney and Santana gives her a small smile.

“I expected to see Brittany in here, I woke up early hoping we could talk.” “I think Britt must have gone for a run. Her sneakers aren’t in here and it’s too early for her to have gone anywhere else.”

“Santana, do you think we’re doing the wrong thing?” Whitney asks, eyes pleading.

“I...think it’s really amazing that you want to move to New York. I love the idea that Max and Oliver will get to have you regularly like Liam did when he was their age, and you’ll get to watch all three boys grow up in a way you couldn’t all the way from Boston. I do really think that Brittany will be okay, it’s just, like you said, the process of grief that she never really got to experience.”

“If we could afford to keep this house and buy something in New York, we would. It’s hard for me to give up the place we raised our girls. But I think it will be a good, fresh start. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to put you in the middle of this.”

“You’re not.” Santana shakes her head. “I want what’s best for all of you, I really do. And we’ll come up and help you pack, that way Brittany can go through what she wants to.”

“I’ve begun to go through her things, things Pierce and I will keep, things we want Brittany to have, things we want to save for Liam when he’s older. I meant it when I said we wouldn’t get rid of anything of Olivia’s, I haven’t been able to in the time she’s been gone and I won’t now.”

“I think that’s important for Brittany. She’ll be okay, Whitney, I know she will.”

“Thanks for being a good wife to her, the monster would have expected me to throw everything out and Liam with it.”

“I know, I’m really glad Brittany didn’t marry her ex. Anyone who wouldn’t want her to have Liam and those memories of Liv doesn’t deserve to have her.”

“Mom, what’s going on?” Brittany walks into the room, sliding her shoes off.

“Mama, shh, I’m sleepin’.” Liam rolls over with a frown. 

“I’m sorry, bud. I’ll go downstairs with Mommy and Grandma.”

Santana checks on Oliver to make sure that he’s still sleeping and grabs the monitor before she follows Whitney and Brittany out of the room while carrying Max. They go down to the kitchen and Brittany pours hot mugs of coffee for the two of them. Whitney sits down at the table across from Brittany and Santana catches her wipe a tear from her eye.

“I just went up to ask Santana if she thought we were making the wrong decision. She knows you better than anyone and—”

“You’re not, Mom. I can’t expect you to stay here forever just because we lost Liv. I’m sorry about yesterday, I just needed time to process. I’m still...dealing with losing her.”

“I know, kid. We had more time to process, you stepped right up and took on Liam.”

“I had to be okay for him. But I know it was hard for you when we moved to New York and I’d be so happy to have you closer. I miss you and Dad every day.”

“We miss you too, Brittany. I know that you have your life with your wife and your family, but...I just want to be closer to you, Santana and the boys. We won’t move into the city, but Maribel has raved about her town in Westchester, and there’s always Long Island.”

“I’m happy you’re coming.” Brittany smiles and Santana thinks that she’s not even forcing it.

“We’ll always keep Liv with us, you know that, right?”

“I know. And I get it, that I’m in a totally different place, both physically and emotionally than when she died and if you think moving will help you get there too, then I’m all for it.”

The sound of Oliver crying over the monitor tears Santana away from the table and she hands Max to Brittany before she goes upstairs. When she gets in the room, she lifts him up from the playpen and sits on the bed to nurse. She thinks of how he’s Olivia’s namesake, how she never got to meet Brittany’s sister, but she’s so present in their lives. She’s not quite sure what she believes in, in terms of religion, but somehow, she feels that Brittany’s sister has especially watched over her fragile son. She leans down and gently kisses the top of Oliver’s head and he gurgles up at her, smiling as he nurses.

“Mommy Noodle?” Liam lifts his head from the cot. “Can I sleep in my own bed tonight?”

“You can, Sir. We’re going to leave to go home just after breakfast. How does that sound?”

“I’m gonna miss Gramma and Grampa, but I like goin’ home and I miss Gramma Maribel.”

“She’ll be happy to hear that when you see her tomorrow. Do you want to come sit with me while Ollie eats, or do you want to go downstairs to Mama?”

“I will stay here with you. I like to see them babies eat.”

Liam curls up with Santana as Oliver finishes eating and then she gets both of them dressed before dressing herself. She figures the easier she can make getting out of the Pierces, the better it will be for Brittany and before she goes downstairs, she leaves an outfit on the bed for Max and puts the rest of her things in the suitcase. She brings the boys downstairs and things look good with Brittany and her mom. Brittany takes Max back upstairs to dress them both and by the time they’re done, Pierce is awake and they can start packing the car and saying their goodbyes. Once they get on the road, Santana passes Liam back the iPad and Max and Oliver are content in their seats. Santana grabs Brittany’s hand on the center console and Brittany turns her head a little to smile at her. 

“Thanks for putting up with me being a little out of sorts this weekend.” Brittany says softly.

“Britt, you put up with me being out of sorts for long stretches at a time. You were fine, just a little upset.”

“It’ll be good having them in New York, won’t it?”

“I think it really will. Not just for them, but for you too. You uprooted your whole life to come to New York.”

“It was really a job offer too good to pass up. And I spent my my whole life in Boston, it was an adventure.”

“Me aside, do you ever regret it?” Santana purses her lips.

“Honestly? I don’t. Like I told you on Friday, and I love the hospital, I love our house, I love our kids, and being with you is not something I can separate from any of that. If I loved nothing else about New York, I still would have come just to meet you.”

“I’m glad you did, I can’t imagine my life without you and our kids.”

“Neither can I.”