#History hates lovers lyrics

[midnightsslut]

So was taylor really cancelled in 2016 or was it more that she wasn't as popular as she was/would like to be?

oh she was absolutely canceled. buckle up because I have a lot of thoughts on this djsjsj.

if you were around in the fandom at all, you knew. things were BAD. that level of hate towards a celebrity is honestly rare these days. i would say the only thing that comes close in recent memory is like… idk, it’s actually hard to think of any because it was a combination of a few factors. it’s not that the general public decided to quietly boycott her and stop consuming her music. it’s that there were viral tweets hating on her pretty much every week. if she did anything in 2016-18, it was met with an absolutely asinine amount of criticism. twitter had a field day with things as innocent as her september cover and her post about having a good year in 2017. a lot of celebrities decided to distance themselves and take kanye’s side. there were numerous articles written about how she was finally going down and should apologize for being problematic. people were famously convinced the tour would flop and absolutely celebrated it. people literally told her she was dead. it’s genuinely difficult to explain the scope of this hate train to people who weren’t around at the time, especially because the news cycle is very different now. people get over news stories a lot quicker than they used to.

now, the main argument people use to prove that she wasn’t canceled is the first-week sales of reputation, which is sort of funny to me because all the coverage in 2017 focused on how its performance was lackluster compared to 1989. of course it still sold well compared to other artists’ albums in the first week, because there was still hype around her comeback, and most importantly, she has a huge fan base. none of the singles had longevity except delicate, which fans genuinely worked their asses off to campaign for. the radio did not play her singles like it used to, though this is due to other factors as well. sure, rep was not actually a flop, but it was nowhere near how TS6, the follow-up to one of the biggest pop eras of the decade, could’ve performed without the cancellation. it also got the worst reviews of her career, most of which generally didn’t focus on the music or the lyricism and were just mad at her as a person. yes, this sounds dramatic, considering the fact that it still got a lot of glowing reviews. the media made sure to focus on a lot of the negative stuff, although they were surprised that critics generally seemed to like it.

what’s funny is that, when she spoke about the kanye controversy in interviews in 2019, no one told her she wasn’t ‘really’ canceled, because a lot of people still hated her. they just told her to get over it. the level of hate was nowhere near pre-rep tour levels anymore, but she was still one of the most criticized celebrities, and it was widely believed that her peak had passed (people love to write revisionist history about the lover album and its performance that does not actually reflect the numbers, but that’s another story). now that more time has passed, and she’s even higher than she was pre-2016, people want to convince her that she’s actually wrong.

it’s almost insane to me to chalk up that level of hate to anything other than a cancellation. seeing articles like ‘was taylor swift REALLY canceled?’ and essays on why that’s just in her head will infuriate ANYONE who was online and didn’t hate her. none of the articles I linked here really convey the scope of that hate. taylor really played the long game and came out the other side of it, but she WAS canceled.

[noodles-07]

wanted to try my hand at a web weave so here's my first one, in honor of pride month and queer history

sources and a bit of history:

Image one: the only known photograph taken on the first night of the Stonewall Riots, taken by Joseph Ambrosini

Image two: lyrics from "LGBTQIA: A New Generation" by Matt Fishel

Image three: Unfinished Painting by Keith Haring, one of his final paintings before he died of AIDS and intentionally left unfinished to represent his life being cut short

Image four: lyrics from "Pride (How Many More Have to Die)" by Jake Edwards

Image five: the first pride flag and the sewing machine it was made on

Image six: lyrics from "Jackboot Jump" by Hozier

Image seven: a photo from Gideon Mendel's "The Ward" series of photographs, taken inside a hospital ward treating AIDS patients, of a young patient with his family and lover

Image eight: the Lovers of Modena skeletons, two men who were buried hand in hand

Image nine: lyrics from "History Hates Lovers" by oublaire

Images ten and eleven: images of Alan Hart and Dora Richter, two of the first known people to undergo gender affirming surgeries

Image twelve: the ending of Sylvia Rivera's "Y'all Better Quiet Down" speech from 1978

[notebookmusical]

I truly can’t pinpoint when/what exactly changed about Taylor’s fans/fandom but the last few years (especially the midnights release) has really soured things for me and it’s honestly quite disappointing as someone who genuinely enjoys her music and thinks she’s a great artists. how did we get to the point of not even being able to voice an opinion about taylor without being crucified online. or if heaven forbid you dislike a song/album or enjoy the work of one of her exes (john mayer, the 1975, calvin harris, etc)

i’ve always been very fascinated/intrigued by the relationship between celebrities and their fans. and i think it’s really interesting to look back and think about how taylor built her fanbase by making herself as palatable/relatable/approachable as possible. like secret sessions, t party/loft 89/rep room, swiftmas, lover diaries, etc — all of which allow for fan interaction — but also relies on people getting noticed which then in turn encourages people to be as vocal? extra? whatever it is. which then feeds into the "who is a bigger / better fan" competition. i'm speaking from personal experience here, as someone who has liked her since debut — but i think a lot of this is also rooted in how much of the world hated taylor swift prior to ... i want to say folklore, really — like it was deeply uncool to like taylor swift, to be a swiftie, etc. and because a lot of that early criticism was rooted so much in misogyny, i think fans felt the need to (over the years) defend her — and i was one of those! i still am, when i feel like people are criticizing her unfairly. but i think that lends into the "taylor swift has never done anything wrong, and she's perfect and if you disagree then you're against us and you're a fake fan" mentality.

and then i think there's an element of ... not necessarily a superiority complex, but a something among fans who have met taylor. it's a genius marketing move, intentions aside. taylor's music is very personal — and taylor's marketing, and persona is very personal, in a way that other artists prior to taylor weren't, i think. relatability sells. you can see it in the way that people talk about her, and her music. which is very different from the way people talk about other artists — and obviously there isn't anyone else out there with the amount of fame/popularity as her, but you don't see the same amount of fanfiction-writing personal-life-speculating-projection onto other artists' lyrics as you do with taylor. and i think that when someone is that vulnerable with their thoughts, it makes it easy for people to think that they know them personally.

and i think that — as much as i love taylor — it's important to talk about her white woman feminism mentality. and i think that also seeps into how her fanbase interacts with her. the ginny & georgia "joke" is what comes to mind the quickest, but there are countless instances of taylor's white woman feminism — and her benefiting from it. and obviously it was in her right to call out a misogynistic comment, especially one directed at her, but not saying anything when the actress got so much hate for a line she didn't write ... made me feel a bit 🥴. it's interesting to see who taylor will choose to align herself with, i guess is all i'm saying.

i've really taken a step back from taylor — not just because the fandom is exhausting ( the amount of things i've seen about her, joe, travis, etc. is ... something! it's all projection! we do not know anything about these people other than what they choose to show us! ) but also because of her saying that she wanted to be on the right side of history and then over and over again choosing to be increasingly passive and silent. she will call herself an ally but won’t even talk about queer rights; she won’t talk about the literal genocide that’s going on. gun control, abortion rights, anything at all. it's just "go vote" but even that is incredibly passive. but she will take time to remind us to buy new variants, and to stream her music, and that her ex sucks.

i think there was a huge shift that started with folklore/evermore, just given that there weren't a lot of albums being put out during that time, the overwhelming public reception to it — a lot of people who previously didn't care for (or disliked) taylor started to like her, to give her a second chance, etc. then we get into the rerecordings era/midnights/etc., which started off with fearless and nostalgia and then became "how quickly can i put out the next thing". and bailey @placeinthisworld posted this earlier, which i fully agree with. it's about the next award, the next milestone. it's just all quantity. it's overexposure.

and then we have the joe alwyn breakup and the public response to that was also ... interesting. like i saw people crying over it, or saying that love is a lie, removing things from their playlists, acting like they were the ones who had been broken up with. which is just ... odd, given that we aren't the ones in the relationship. and now there are all these comments about being a "joe defender". and then with taylor dating travis, it feels almost like some weird american pipe dream unfulfilled fantasy for so many people — the singer and the american football player. and obviously, i want her to be happy! i don't care who she dates! but i do think the public reception about her and travis has been ... incredibly odd, and i think that the way people talk about her and travis is just ... very ... off-putting and is very rooted in some weird ... stuff. "she finally gets to be small :(((((" is such a weird thing to say. it feels like there's even more projection and self-insert-y stuff with her dating travis, which is a level i did not think was possible from her fans (and more so, the general public).

i have not felt this ... detached and impassive about a taylor release, ever, and it just makes me incredibly sad because i love her music, and am excited about the work, just not excited about the public reception, the public autopsy of her and joe's relationship, or the noise, and i know that internet spaces (and spaces in general) are what we curate, but it's also difficult when she is everywhere.

[thrashkink-coven]

I worship Inanna, Lucifer, and Aphrodite as the most powerful and greatest Gods, yes even beyond Ra and El and Ashirat and everything. I know that’s a bold fucking claim but I’ll explain why.

As glorious and incredibly divine and powerful as Gods like Ra and Ashirat and the primordial creators are, and as much as I respect, love and honour them immensely, my personal connections to the Gods come from my perspective as a human being. To us, the most powerful and influential force in the entire universe is Love. It is why Cupid’s arrows will always be more powerful than Apollon’s. Love is the primary motivation behind anything a human has ever done, created, or nurtured, beyond the basic instinct to survive. As soon as you transition from a state of being a human to a person, you become a slave to the Goddess of love.

Even if you’ve never experienced carnal love, romance, even if you never had a family to love familially, if you’ve never had a friend or a pet, you’ve still fallen in love in secret ways a million times. When I wake up in the morning and decide to wear something, it’s because I love myself. Or at least, I love some idea of what I am beyond what is essential to my survival. I add a little bit of icing sugar to my pancakes because I love the way it tastes when I do that. I draw a picture of a flower, because for some reason I loved it enough to study its petals. I wanted to remember it as it looked in that exact moment. I took a picture of a worm I saw on the sidewalk. I didn’t know it at the time, but I loved it too. I have music preferences, a favourite color, a favourite pair of pants, and they are all mine because I fell in love at one point or another.

I had a stuffed bear when I was a kid, and I loved her for some reason. I gave her a name, I even gave her a gender, and I called her my friend. But one day I had to take a bath and I decided to bring her into the bath with me because I didn’t want to stop playing with her. She got water logged and I think my mom threw her away, and I mourned her. Love is like a sin to the ones that feel it the most.

Every lasting grudge in human history was formed out of love. Because nobody believes that everyone loves everyone else as much as they do. I feel like I love my partner more than anyone has ever loved in the history of the universe. And yet I know that everyone loves something or someone as much as I love him. If someone hurt him, I would never stop hating them. If someone killed him, I would kill them, and the person who loved them would want to kill me. That is why the Goddess of Love is the Goddess of War. The height of my love is the depth of my hatred.

Because humans are social creatures and we love each other in order to love ourselves. Because love gifts us with the highest bliss and the deepest mourning. Because I would shrivel and waste away if my lover wasn’t with me. Just with me, beside me. That’s all I need.

Everything that has ever lasted maintained itself because someone loved it enough to create it. The pyramids, ancient temples of worship to Gods that were loved, adored. Markings on the bark of a tree that promise that two people were there, and loved each other. Every trinket at the thrift store, from the dog wearing a dress to the ceramic angel, that mug with that old man’s face on it, were made by a human that loved something enough to make art in its image. Whoever felt so strongly about a girl that their words turned into lyrics and their yearning turned into symphonies.

Humans are slaves to the power of love. When the end of the world comes and everything is done, we will embrace each-other dearly as if we were all that ever mattered, and we’d be content with that.

I champion the heralds of love because I am forever in dept to them. How incredibly lucky I am to have been born as a creature that can experience her bliss. How foolish and drunk I am on her infinite pleasures. How cruel it is of her to erect the most wonderful place in the universe between the arms of my lover, knowing that one day those arms will return to dirt, and hopefully, hopefully, I will still be in them.

Lucifer is the harbinger of Venus, and i love that so much. He ushers in her presence and does so with the fire of rebellion on his wings. What does it mean to love oneself more than any rule or doctrine? Or to love knowledge and self discovery? No wonder the angel of the rebellion is the harbringer of the Goddess of Love and War. The one who screams “Love is here! Love is here! She is more powerful than any system, any rule, any law, she is stronger than the mightiest warrior. She is loud! She is quiet! She always saves the day. I am proof of that.”

Lucifer tells us that even if we are not lucky enough to love and be loved by others, if we can love ourselves, we will always be free.

That is why I say that Venus is the greatest God. That is why I chose Lucifer to be my patron and why I express my loyalty to them above all others. Without her I could not have loved all those other Gods I adore. Without her they would be nothing to me, because I would be nothing to me.

You are the greatest God, Inanna. I will forever be your loyal devotee.

[musicalmoritz]

Nene’s Music Taste

I was trying to learn more about Nene’s canon taste in music, which she describes as “enka songs about cursing your ex-lover.�� Most fans seem to think she’d either enjoy pop or goth music and, while she could certainly enjoy more than one genre, I wanted to figure out what songs she would realistically be listening to. Here is what I learned (Nene enjoyers, get your pens out)

Enka is a Japanese music genre that dates back to the 1950s. It somewhat existed before that in violin music and later with guitar, but the 50s was when the style really came into its own. It maintains elements from traditional Japanese music and is often used in karaoke. The themes are similar to American blues music, lots of talk about heartache and the struggles of life. Alcohol, love, death, and the weather are frequent subjects of enka songs. It declined a bit around the 90s due to younger audiences not being able to relate to the lyrics but it had a revival in the early 2000s (which is the period I suspect Nene would enjoy, as that is the music she would’ve likely heard growing up). Music artists tend to get creative with this genre, there are many enka songs that involve rap as well as elements of tango and jazz

Unfortunately I wasn’t able to find many sources that gave lyrics translations for the songs recommendations I found, due to the genre not being popular in America (I hate us😒) but I did find an article that had a goldmine of song recs!! “Japan’s Top 50 Bestselling Enka Songs” by Daniel Morales, if anyone wants to check it out

I was trying to find some songs to add to my Aoinene playlist but sadly I didn’t have a lot of luck. If there happen to be any enka music fans reading this who also like Aoinene I would love your recommendations. Here’s what I did find though (all of these are from the list cited above):

“Tearful Love” by Yashiro Aki. Yes, I did mostly pick this one because of the name but it is an angsty love song, very much Nene levels of dramatics

“Crimson Karma” by Segawa Eiko. A star-crossed lovers song, Aoinene certified levels of angst

“But It Would Be Nice If You Came Near” by Toshi Itō and Happy and Blue. The singer in the song blames themself for their bad luck in love, more Nene vibes

“Solo Journey to Michinoku” by Yamamoto Jōji. A song about a person wishing they could’ve died with their deceased lover. Could be Aoinene in the Ghost Hotel au or during the Severance arc. Orrrrr by the end of the manga if Nene doesn’t survive

I would also recommend Saburo Kitajima, I can’t remember if he made it onto the article or not (I found his name through Wikipedia, along with the history and qualities of enka music I described before), but I listened to one of his songs on Spotify and ya’ll…my ears have been blessed. Will definitely be checking out more of this genre

[euniexenoblade]

Ok so Apple released it's 100 Greatest Albums list a while ago and I scoffed at it, but after watching some youtubers whine about it in different ways, I realized I hadn't given it the fairest shake. I haven't listened to every album on it and a lot of stuff I have listened to I haven't listened to in a long while. So, I'm gonna listen to every album featured and decide how I feel about them. And for fun y'all get small quick reviews.

Starting off, here's part one of my reviews.

I decided to start with Adele's 21. Not for any special reason other than it seemed like it might be nice to listen to in the shower. Adele has a great, powerful voice, but the album has two song archetypes that just get repeated. The songs are mostly competent so individually they're fine, but together as an album they make a very boring experience. Also, I recognized Rumor Has It from a commercial or something, I fucking hate that song. Docked extra points for having that song. This album doesn't belong on the list at all to me, and even if we are throwing a bone to the modern 2010s-2020s artists, she definitely doesn't deserve number 15. A ridiculous placement.

I decided to take on Drake's Take Care and hey guys, does Drake make any other songs? Why do they all sound the same? Does he do anything other than sad boy shit? Of the three Drake releases I've now listened to, this one is easily the best one. I didn't hate the experience, for that Drake deserves some kudos. But, I don't think there's anyway to view Drake positively in 2024. Maybe in 2011 this seemed special, but in 2024 I can easily say that this does not deserve to be on this list, let alone at 47. Giving Drake a pity placement is fine, but not in the top 50.

I have never understood the love that Hotel California garners. Like, the song is good, but it's not earth shattering, and the rest of the album is pretty typical rock for the era. There is just so little content that I haven't got much to say, it's competent enough to not be laughably bad, but it's also so run of the mill there's no highlights. Picking it for a list like this is what I'd call a safe option, not a real option.

I'll be frank, I'm not very familiar with Robyn or Body Talk, so maybe I don't have context on how important this album was to the history of the genre or music at large. Though, to my ear, the album bounces between having wonderful dance pop tracks to having some really boring, repetitive tracks. Still, not the worst album here (not even the worst in this post), it's just hard for me to really gauge how deserving it is for this list.

Probably an album with an unfair advantage, I've been listening to RATM since I was a kid. My favorite Rage album is definitely The Battle of Las Angeles, but I'm not dumb enough to say that should be on the list. Still think Evil Empire had greater music and potentially greater reach than the self titled, but this being here isn't bad. Just a shame it's only at 97.

Did enjoy this a quite a bit. However, musically speaking it feels incredibly one note. This belongs in the top 100 albums ever? Did it really have that level of cultural inspiration? I'm not mad at it being included, not even mad it's at 96, but for it to be in a better spot than the self titled RATM album? Incredibly stupid.

Probably a dumb thing to say, but this is what I expected Drake's album to be like? Fun music and fun lyrics about being a sad boy, a lover boy, and being too playful with women. Honestly, the only reason it gets such low ratings is consistently Usher says shit like this

GET IT?! IT'S CONFESSION PART II, SO HE SAYS PART TWO OF MY CONFESSION!! SOOOO CLEVER come on man. Does it belong on the best 100 list? I don't know. Let someone else decide that.

I have no issue with either of this being on the list, being in the 90s, or any real thoughts to give. Burial isn't quite my vibe musically so I got nothing to say, and Solange is great so it's like. It's cool they're there, no thoughts.

I don't have an issue with George Michael being on this list, but this album? I vibe Faith far more.

Flower Boy by Tyler the Creator is absolutely one of my favorite albums. I'd have imagined that Apple would have chosen Igor, since it's the one people universally seem to adore, but I'm happy Flower Boy is getting love. Flower Boy is my favorite from Tyler and it has special meaning in my heart, so any praise the album can get.

Look, if you're picking AC/DC albums to put on a list, then this is probably the correct pick, but why would you put AC/DC on the top 100 Albums of all Time list? I don't even think they'd qualify for the Top 100 Hard Rock Albums from before the 2000s list! Is it cuz of the Iron Man soundtrack? It's gotta be right?

This is probably my most unpopular opinion: Lady Gaga is overrated as hell. I do not understand what people in 2009 saw in these songs and I still don't get it now. Maybe it belongs on this Top 100 Albums List cuz it had some kind of cultural impact, I mean her music was inescapable for a time. But, I don't get it, I wouldn't put it on my list, and Bad Romance is absolutely one of the most annoying pop songs the radio has ever played.

And, to conclude this long ass pointless post, I'll just jump ahead again to end this on an album I enjoy.

I don't get the weird revisionism that happens around Kid A. I do love it to death, but when it came out it was critically hated. It just feels like everyone treats this as the greatest triumph in music, when the only people that have heard it are Radiohead fans and the weird hipster that tries to act smarter than you in music. Oh well, it's Captain America's favorite album so I guess it works.

I guess more of the issue is Radiohead is one of like, three or four artists on this list that gets more than one spot. Why waste a spot on Kid A at 33 when you have Ok Computer at 12, let some other unnamed artist be on the list instead.

Neither Kid A or OK Computer are my favorite Radiohead albums, but hey, I like Kid A. It's one of four albums I listen to when trying to fall asleep at night, so it's nice to see mentioned I guess.

[crappymixtape]

crappymixtape recos

going to try and do this at least once a month – sharing fics that have just blown me away ❤ so many talented writers on here omg 🥺 show them some love and BE KIND, REBLOG! xoxo, 💿

❤ “project sunshine” series +18 only – @a-dealwith-god ( TW: typical violence, child abuse, horror, gore, and depictions of mental illness // when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory escaped a long-survived nightmare alongside her sister, she crashed into one unsuspecting teenage boy and dragged him deeper into the dark mysteries that made up their hometown • steve x reader )

❤ “simmer” series +18 only – @upsidedownwithsteve ( welcome to hawkins’ number one diner! where the staff don’t wanna be there and the linecook is a grumpy metal head who likes to argue with his boss and ignore everyone else. but the new waitress can’t hack the rude customers and the regulars can be a little… much • linecook!eddie x waitress!reader )

❤ "from bug’s summer fic fest" – @lovebugism ( reader is clingy but doesn’t wanna come off as clingy so she asks eddie if he wants to be alone and he reassures her he couldn’t go anywhere without her • eddie x reader )

❤ “a quest for bed” – @luveline ( eddie fights to get his usually shy and moderately intoxicated girlfriend to bed when you insist on clinging to him at every turn • eddie x reader )

❤ "lyric request" – @familyvideostevie ( lyrics: “i didn't know you then and i'll never understand why it feels like i did” • steve x reader )

❤ “i can see you” +18 only – @fairyysoup ( TW: read at the link // the secret history of your long and arduous relationship with steve harrington aka the 5 times you pined over each other, and the time you actually did something about it • steve x reader )

❤ "post-game james" +18 only – @theemporium ( james potter post quidditch game shower smut – thinking about his sweaty pecs and big hands and thick thighs • james potter x reader )

❤ "public kisses" – @starryeyedstories ( you know steve would be the mom to kiss his girl in front of the gang because he knows they hate it • steve x reader )

❤ "all i really want is you" series +18 only – @loveshotzz ( a series of slow burn blurbs between older!neighbor!widower! steve x fem!reader – updated every wednesday • steve x reader )

❤ "zombie au" series +18 only – @luveline ( TW: various, read at the links // stranger things AU – reluctant allies to friends to lovers, takes place during the apocalypse • steve x reader )

❤ "injured with eddie" – @eddiemunsons-missingnipple ( stubbing your toe in front of eddie and he acts like you’re dying • eddie x reader )

❤ "the summer of '89" series +18 only – @delphispoeticals ( this is truly going to be a fantastic stranger things meets dirty dancing series and omg just wait til we can read it • dancer!steve x reader )

❤ "dependency problem" +18 only – @writersblockedx  ( TW: drugs, substance abuse, alcohol // when you return to cousins this year, you find that conrad has picked up similar bad habits you once had • conrad fisher x reader )

❤ "a lesson in romantics" series – @stvharrngton ( a multi-part series where reader is the new art teacher at hawkins high and the history teacher, mr. harrington, takes a shine to the new girl. mutual pining ensues on their road to love • steve x reader )

❤ "learning in public" +18 only – @ohcaptains ( you didn’t think he’d enjoy it that much...didn’t think he’d want more, too • carmen ‘carmy’ berzatto x female! reader )

[sheenashifts1217]

Pick A Pile #2

Message From Your DR S/O

This is what won the pole so here you guys go (:

Welcome to my second pick a pile! This is a collective reading, so take what resonates, leave what doesn't. For a more in depth and personalized reading, check out my pinned post <3

Close your eyes and take a deep breath. Open them. Which photo are you most drawn to?

Pile 1 (butterfly drink)

Lyrics standing out:

"dark room

time moved too fast (I can see you coming home or back to a hotel room after a late night out. The wind blows the curtains as you open the door. They wrap their arms around you and kiss you as you lay back on the bed)

Your shoulders brush

You can hear it in the silence

see it with the lights out

Burnt toast, you keep his shirt

One step, said enough

You're my best friend

Spent my whole life trying to put it into words

round and round, downtown

the way home

you're in love"

Hello beautiful Pile 1! I'm picking up a more masculine energy from your S/O, but they still have a very healthy relationship with their feminine side as well. You are what they have been looking for their entire life. They see you as the "invisible string" in their life. You've always been right in each other's faces but you just now realized it. They wish they would've acted on their feelings sooner so that there was never that period of hurt or miscommunication. It feels like you were either enemies to lovers or childhood friends to lovers, or maybe even just lived in the same town but didn't really talk much. Either way, there is some kind of history there between the two of you that you're s/o is very grateful for, but they regret not acting sooner. I heard them say "We're a couple of fools, aren't we?". They're showing me the two of you playing with chalk on the side walk as children and then the two of you coming back to that same spot now that you're older. You're holding hands and wearing the bracelets you made/gave each other. Like it's really giving those Hallmark movies where one of them leaves for whatever reason and it goes south so they come home and realize they needed their person all along. It's super adorable.

Your s/o wants you to know that you are their home, their safe place, their haven. No one in the world makes them feel the way you do. Again, the only regret they have with you, is not being yours sooner. They love coming home to you and I feel like they also really like when you wear flowy dresses. You're both children at heart, so not only are they your s/o, but they're your best friend. They say to remember how special you are and "you're my butterfly". (that blew my mind since this is the butterfly drink pile). The only future they see, is one with you in it. They hate to be away from you and are telling you to hurry up because they "need cuddles". Movie nights may be a thing for you guys.

confirmation: purple, 333, butterflies, "time flies when you're having fun", "here comes the sun", school bus, clouds, jump ropes

Pile Two (Hearts)

Lyrics standing out:

"Won't you look my way

What you got to say

Everybody talks

Made my lips hurt, I could hear the chit chat

Everybody talks back

It started with a whisper

Mama's always gotta back track

Got in the way

What you gotta say"

Hello my lovely pile 2! When this sing started playing, I was immediately shown some type of dinner and lots of dancing. Your DR could possibly be set in the 50's or 60's or 80's. It could also be a fame DR and you're filming a movie set in one of those periods. Either way, you and your s/o dance a lot. They are amazed by the way your body moves and sometimes find themselves having dirty thoughts about you. This feels like more of a slow burn trope and you all may not be together yet. They are YEARNING so badly for you. They feel frustrated, "why don't you see me". They're afraid that they're in the friendzone, when in reality, you both need to use your words and tell each other the truth. You may be holding back from confessing your feelings because you fear what others or the public will say. Or you worry that they worry about what others may say. They may be a poet of some sort because they just said, "your eyes shine, lips so divine, gotta be mine". Told you they're yearning.

"Why won't you love me? Let me in", they have grown tired of the games and the cat and mouse. Your s/o is ready for you, so be ready for them. They just want you to see how beautiful you are and really believe it. They say, "You're brilliant, you're a genius baby", and the kiss you're cheek. I can see you looking back at them kind of shocked and that breaks their heart. They really just want you guys to communicate so you can be how you're meant to. They want you to know that you deserve all of your hearts desires.

confirmation: 5 Seconds of Summer, Luke Hemmings, blue, turtles, the beach, bad girl, Jojo siwa, 444, dirt, sprout, plants, spiral, mcdonald's play area

Pile 3 (the flower)

Lyrics standing out:

"You were in college working part time

Why we bother with love if it never lasts

I can see it now

You put your arm around me for the first time

There's a drawer of my things at your place

We'll never make my parents mistakes

City lights

Made a rebel of a careful man's careful daughter

You took me by surprise

I'll never leave you alone

Every time I look at you, it's like the first time

I fell in love

she is the best thing that's ever been mine

Hold on, make it last

I can see it now"

Hello my gorgeous pile 3! You and your s/o know how to have fun together, you don't mind to get your hands dirty. Some of you may have a "Twisters" DR, I keep seeing Glen Powell. Your s/o is ready to take you on an adventure, show you places and things you've never seen. You guys are attached at the hip. You're that couple that is always together and has the best humor. Your s/o likes PDA. Not so much where it makes people uncomfortable, but they like to show everyone who they belong to. They may have their hand on your thigh when you're out at dinner or their hand on your hip at the store. They are chivilrous. They like to open doors for you and get your seat or take your coat. If your s/o is male, it's giving gentleman vibes.

I kept seeing a bowling alley and a truck bed while I was listening to this song, they want to take you on a simple, fun date, just for a good time. They want you to realize that loving you is like breathing air for them. Stop being so hard on yourself. They're not going to leave you. If you're going through something, they just want to help. Let them in, that's why they're your partner. They love you for all that you are. I heard "something isn't worth having if you didn't have to work for it. I see a field of daisy's, they may call you "miss daisy". You're so is telling you to let yourself be loved, not liked. Love isn't about being likeable, it's about relationship and teamwork. You will get through this and grow stronger. We sometimes need obsticals to build our strength. Look at the problem in front of you and face it. You've got this and you are loved. Relax.

confirmation: Thanos, infinity stones, avengers, doctor strange, donuts, The Simpsons, Pepsi, Cigarettes, trailor park, South park, Eric Cartman, red, beanie, lavender plant

[rainbowdaisy13]

I almost get why it’s easier for Swifties to think the tractor situation is real, bc they can just chalk it all up to “Taylor makes bad decisions when she’s deliriously in love, don’t we all?” It helps them cope when they disagree with her.

I do think Taylor will eventually say something—in the meantime I am legit incensed by both Taylor and Tree. If Taylor DOESN’T say anything at all, I don’t know if I’ll be able to get past that. Especially when Karlie has been completely eviscerated for YEARS for marrying a Kushner (despite remaining a loud democrat with actual stances).

I know all artists manipulate their audiences to a degree, but in this case, the Taylor I bought into seems to have misled me, and I hate that. I’m not angry with Taylor because I’m upset that she’s doing things I wouldn’t do. I’m upset bc I feel like she lured me under false pretenses. lol

It’s cruel of me (I admit it), but I hope people ARE giving her shit for her silence. I hope this improves Karlie’s image among gaylors, at least. Taylor’s the one being absurd here.

This is so well put Anon!!!! Thank you🙏🏼

I came on during Rep—badass “if a man talks shit then I owe him nothing”, embracing the snake, fuck all yall vibes and imagery and of course hella covert gay songs Taylor Swift

Then we get Lover Era with the album released in August 2019 and all that loudness both in queer screaming visually and lyrically AND political statements/donations/ etc and just overall the gayest vibes and art and queer history all being actively part of this Era—it was joyful rebellion after the dark rebellion of Rep

THEN we get Miss Americana less than 6 months later in January 2020 which is a documentary about Taylor “finding her voice and refusing to be silenced and treated like shit as a woman” “taking off the muzzle” “not giving a fuck” when it comes to pissing off Trump who she directly tags and calls out in public tweets and she fucking ends the documentary by gleefully saying directly out of her own mouth “gay pride makes me ME”

THAT is the woman I was proud to follow and learn more about —it was so empowering watching her find herself/her voice and come to the surface so to speak taking her first breath out from under the oppressive weight of the patriarchal ocean we’ve all been drowning in for centuries—it was an inspiration and a beacon of hope for so many

I too feel tricked, lured in, mislead into backing this person who claimed for years to be someone worth following and watching grow

Was it all a fucking lie?

[familyvideostevie]

seashell 🐚 🩷

hello lovely!! may i please request an eddie blurb pertaining to the lyrics “all's well that ends well to end up with you” <3

hello!! you super may!!! here's a blurb of you and eddie on the edge of friends-to-lovers!! <3

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"Fancy seeing you here," Eddie says. He leans on the wall next to you, a colorful drink in his hand. You roll your eyes at him -- you've just eaten dinner at the same table. He had his foot hooked around your ankle the whole time.

"Very funny," you retort. "I figured you got lost on the way to the bathroom.

"Me? Lost?" You snort. He holds out his drink and you reach for it, wrapping your hand around his just to touch him before taking a sip. "You like it?"

You nod, turning your attention back to the dance floor. Everyone looks lovely -- all of your friends dressed up for the most anticipated wedding in the town's history: Joyce and Hopper.

The music changes to something slow and Eddie grabs your hand. "Let's dance," he says, already dragging you to the dance floor.

"To this?" you say. It's a little out of character for him. You've danced together hundreds of times, at least, heads banging to guitars and drums in grimy bars and even his trailer. But you've never danced like this. "Do you know how?"

Eddie scoffs. His hair is tied back in a low ponytail and while he's not wearing a suit, he looks smart in a button down and black slacks. "I know how. Have some faith, sweetheart." He gently grabs both of your wrists and brings them on either side of his neck. "You hold on here, and I'll hold on here." His palms are warm on your hips through the fabric of your dress. You hope he can't hear your heart racing.

"I'm impressed, Munson," you say. Eddie always impresses you. He's your best friend, the person who knows you most, the one who has your heart, even if he doesn't know it. He's kind and sweet and funny and brave and dorky and you love him.

"Gotta keep you on your toes." Your fingers wind in his curly ponytail as you sway to the song. There are couples around you but it's hard to focus on them when he's so close. You could count his eyelashes if you wanted to.

"The couple of the hour looks happy," you whisper. Eddie subtly looks around until he finds them pressed against each other in their own world.

A soft smile transforms his face. "They do," he says. "They like, won the game of love."

You laugh softly. "What does that even mean?"

Eddie looks at you, really looks at you. He pulls you a little closer, soft smile turning shy. "They were friends first, right? So they knew each other real well, had love for each other before it grew into something else."

His thumbs are tracing patterns on your hips. It's like every second of your friendship flashes before your eyes -- all the laughter, the tears, the touches. The girlfriends you tried so hard not to hate and the boys who never made you feel as safe and loved as Eddie does.

"Is that how you want it to happen for you?" you ask him. His face is so close now that your noses brush as you sway.

"I think it's going to happen for me that way," he says. "At least, I hope it does. If I get my act together."

The song finishes up and you tug him close, dragging your nose along his cheek as your lips reach his ear. "I think that's a good idea," you say. His fingertips press into your hips and he inhales sharply. "Let me know when you're ready."

You kiss his cheek softly before darting to the bathroom, half-hoping he'll follow.

(He does.)

join the celebration!

[slytherinshua]

⌇ 　OF DOUBTS AND MISTAKES 　( 조승연 )

genre exes to lovers , second chance , kinda angsty but hopeful ending , sort of 1800s au but not rly historically accurate , based on abyss lyrics/mv but not super accurate to the songs meaning obv , woodz x fem!reader   cw seungyoun self-loathes a lot , pretty much a lot of description of depression symptoms and behaviours , a verse from proverbs sprinkled in there cause it felt right , not proofread   wc 1470   request yes   note idk if any of my woodz fics will ever be just simple fluff because his songs and personality just inspire the angst/deeper meaning fics in me but quite happy with this wrote it all in about an hour hehe   net @kstrucknet

Seungyoun was scared of many things. It felt like every day was spent barely clinging on, trying to distract his mind from thinking of the past. He hadn’t always been scared. In fact, he used to feel fearless. He never once thought he would one day be so paralyzed and stagnant. 

He was apprenticed to a librarian several hundred miles west of where he once lived. Studying history and preserving ancient books. It was never something he was truly interested in. But, it was a generous offer and he wasn’t likely to find anything better for years, so he took it up. He found his life dramatically shifted in the course of a few weeks. 

He once spent his days in town, riding horses and doing trade with visitors from neighbouring towns. He was carefree and full of life and love. Now, he spent every day cooped up in an old library that smelled like parchment and ink, sorting through century old texts and copying them down to new volumes. He was lucky to get a few words in conversation throughout the day with his master, an older man senior to him by over 50 years. Seungyoun felt like he had a lot to learn from him, but his words were few and advice given both sparingly and cryptically. 

The library never got many visitors. There were some servants who would come to pick up books for their masters, or a few ambitious young men hoping to study the greats to further their own success. There were rarely any women who came to the library. Certainly not from far away towns. And in no way was there ever anyone who Seungyoun knew from his life before.

Until one quiet afternoon when Seungyoun was staring out the window and a customer came in. The customer being you.

On that particular day, Seungyoun wanted to disappear. He didn’t want to run away or particularly go back, but simply disappearing from reality would be his best bet. He stared out at the lush green gardens that surrounded the old library. He was allowed to go out whenever he pleased, but he had locked the door shut from the inside and didn’t intend to set foot along the trails or smell the flowers. Perhaps it would have done him well to get fresh air and clear his head. Getting a break from the overwhelming musty smell of the warm library and feeling a cool breeze through his hair. But still, he stayed put in his chair, flipping mindlessly through a book on philosophy until his peace was disturbed.

“You really wanted to leave me and everything else behind for this? I thought whatever you seemed so eager to go after four years ago must have been something truly spectacular. I hate to say you’ve disappointed me once again, Cho Seungyoun.” You didn’t hold back in slamming him with all the hurt feelings his leaving had left you with. Now was not the time you wanted to sound desperate or loving. You were angry at him, and you wanted him to know that.

Seungyoun’s eyes lifted to your face slowly, processing if this was actually real life and not just another one of his daydreams. But there you stood in front of him, arms crossed stubbornly in a very unladylike way. You were dressed plainly, but your beauty always overshadowed anything you wore. You never needed the elaborate dresses and precious jewelry that other ladies sought after. You would always command the attention of everyone in the room with just your presence. And you were certainly commanding Seungyoun’s attention with just a few stern words. 

His heart thumped a bit faster in his chest and guilt creeped through his entire body, touching every nerve. What was he even supposed to say to you? What could he possibly pull at to earn your forgiveness? 

“Y/n.” Just the mere uttering of your name had his lip quivering in uncertainty. What used to fall from his lips almost on instinct suddenly felt unnatural and wrong. Like you were too above him for him to even attempt to speak a word to you anymore. Why did you come to see him when he was so clearly worthless in comparison to you?

“Well? Will you just sit there all day? You must know I haven’t come to buy books on poetry.” Your glaring eyes did nothing to help the young man’s nervousness. He had seen you give that look to others before. He had always laughed with you after, discussing their faults in a carefree way. Now he was on the receiving end. He couldn’t possibly have felt more embarrassed. 

But he forced his body to stand regardless, following you a few paces behind as you led the way out to the gardens. He had no idea why you were there in the first place, or what you hoped to achieve by visiting him again. Was it just to laugh at how far he had fallen? Surely there was no way you wanted him back in your life.

“Did you think all that time I spent with you meant nothing? For you to throw it away for a simple apprenticeship?” You implored him pointedly, determined to get an answer out of the man. His words seemed to get stuck in his throat. He closed his eyes, head falling slightly. Whether out of thought or out of shame, you weren’t sure. 

“Talk to me, Seungyoun. I didn’t come all this way for nothing.” Your voice was gentler this time, prodding him for an answer in a more inviting, less demanding way. He wasn’t sure why you were still being forbearing with him. He was well deserving of your frustration.

“I don’t know what to say. You want me to explain myself and defend my actions, but there is no possible explanation I could grasp that would paint me as anything less than a fool. That is what I am, Y/n. I cannot pretend to be happy with my choices. They have led me to a fruitless future. I will be secure in life, yes, but I know I won’t be living.” 

He had finally found his voice again, and you stared at him as he talked. First his words were tentative. They quickly grew more clear as his narrative took a turn to self-loathing. Your suspicions these past years were proven right in a single minute, and once Seungyoun finished talking, you both stood in silence. The weight of his words laid heavy on your shoulders. 

“If you are a fool, then I am your equal. Tell me truly, do you still think about me?” Although you were partially scared to hear his answer, you desperately needed to. There was no denying that you still longed to mean something to him. Maybe you had learned nothing from the past. Maybe you were making an even bigger mistake. 

Hope deferred makes the heart sick. A line that had never struck you more closely than in the last four years. You had started to live by it. A longing fulfilled is sweet to the soul.

“There has not been a day you didn’t cross my mind.” Seungyoun’s words were simple but sincere. For the first time since you had stepped outside, he dared to meet the gaze of your eyes again. His ebony eyes, so captivating and sorrowful at the same time. Swirling with hopes long lost and dreams being rekindled. You could stare at them for a lifetime. 

“Then hear me when I say that I want to be with you. I am choosing you over every other.” You stepped closer, grasping his hands with your own. 

You knew it was entirely improper. Seungyoun was hardly a gentleman. He would not be able to offer you riches like your past suitors. But what he could offer was something you valued far more. Happiness. 

Seungyoun swallowed his emotions, preventing them from crashing over him like a wave. 

“You are settling for far less than you could—”

“On the contrary. I am not settling for anything. You are not worthless to me.” Your words were so earnest that Seungyoun was unable to ignore them despite his first instincts. You truly meant everything you had said.

“I’m scared I will disappoint you again. If—” 

You cut him off once again, silencing him with a chaste kiss. His heart felt unsteady, his body in a battle with his mind. He wanted to be with you. It was all he ever wanted. He had never figured out how to stop the restless thoughts in his mind, battering his ego and self-worth. You had silenced them with one simple kiss. All at once, he felt at peace again.

“Just stay. That is all I ask of you.” 

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@cupidslovearrows,, @hursheys

[sweeterthansucrose]

Was listening to one of the songs I like and omg when I started listening properly to the lyrics...

TELL ME THAT'S NOT JOHNLOCK MAN 😤😤💕💕💕

(song is called history hates lovers btw)

[noona-clock]

Are You Sure? - Part 5

Genre: Exes to Lovers, Fluff, AU

Pairing: Jungshin x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: None

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, Epilogue | Words: 2,593

Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh.

UGH!

Seeing Jungshin onstage playing his bass had done two things:

Elicited an emotional and physical response you couldn't ignore.

Immediately transported you back in time.

After all, the first time you'd seen him over two years ago now, he'd been onstage playing his bass. You'd fallen for him on the spot even though you'd never been particularly drawn to musicians. There had just been something about him.

Let's go back in time for a bit, shall we? To the night you first met Jungshin.

Over 2 years ago

You weren't necessarily looking forward to being a Third Wheel tonight, but it was time to admit to yourself that Emily and her new-ish boyfriend, Yonghwa, were getting pretty serious. It was very likely you were going to be a Third Wheel for the foreseeable future. And, to be quite honest, you hadn't seen Emily this happy in a relationship before, so you couldn't really be upset about it.

Plus, tonight you were going to a concert, so it would be very easy to get lost in the music and forget you were a Third Wheel. Although, you'd never heard of the band you were going to see, so there was a chance you wouldn't like their music...

When Emily had texted you a few days ago asking if you wanted to come with her and Yonghwa to see a local band playing a small venue, you had almost immediately said 'thanks but no thanks.' But before you'd had the chance to, she'd said 'Yonghwa's best friend is in the band.' You'd inwardly sighed because that changed things. That meant Emily was asking because Yonghwa wanted Emily to go to support his best friend, and that meant Emily wanted you to go to support your best friend.

"I'll be there!" you'd replied, and a few nights later, here you were!

Yonghwa had played the band's CD in the car on the way here, though, and you hadn't hated the music. It was a little bit more pop than rock, the melodies were catchy, and the lyrics were more profound than you'd expected.

You arrived at the venue early but not too early. After less than twenty minutes of catching up with Emily and subtle interrogation of Yonghwa (because, no matter how serious he was about her, you would always be ready to fight him on Emily's behalf), the lights in the tiny auditorium dimmed.

Cheers and applause broke out in the crowd, so you joined them, timidly clapping your hands as your gaze settled on the stage.

And then.

Then.

Not to be dramatic but -- and then your life changed.

One of the band members immediately caught your eye. He was tall and slender with dark hair that fell across his forehead just so. Your gaze was glued to him as he picked up a bass guitar, but you managed to take a few steps toward Yonghwa.

"Who is that?" you asked, discreetly pointing at your newly discovered Dream Man. "And is he single?"

Yonghwa burst out laughing; thankfully, the band had just started playing a song, so the sound of his guffaw got lost among the music. He leaned in closer to you so you could hear his answer: "That's Jungshin, my best friend. And yes, he's absolutely single."

A couple of hours later, Yonghwa introduced the two of you backstage, and the rest was history.

Present Day

Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh.

UGH!

But Emily was currently looking over different napkin folding options, so you couldn't fill her in on this development. Besides, you still didn't know if you wanted to even do anything about it! Just because it felt like you'd fallen for him again doesn't mean you should actually be with him again.

I mean... sure, he had just spent a good chunk of time last night explaining to you that he regretted losing you and was working on himself and trying to become a better partner. Sure, he looked as good as he ever had -- maybe even better because he'd definitely been working out, plus he'd let his hair grow out just a little. Sure, you wanted to go up on that stage right now and curl up against his chest and bury your face in his neck and feel his arms around you and be overwhelmed by his familiar scent.

But none of that meant it was a good idea to get back together with him!

...Right?

Just then, you felt your gaze connect with Jungshin's, and you suddenly realized you had been completely zoned out and staring at him.

You jumped a little, but Jungshin obviously noticed because his brows knit together just enough to show he was either confused or concerned. Probably both.

Instead of being normal about it and mouthing 'Sorry' and laughing at yourself, you whipped around, turning on your heel to face away from him.

But, of course, that caught Emily's attention.

"Hey," she whispered to you, gently nudging your side. "Are you --"

She then very obviously registered that the band was currently in the room rehearsing because her gaze flew to the stage, and she put two and two together in the blink of an eye. Her eyebrows raised, but you cut her off before she could even say anything.

"I'm good," you assured her, though your voice was strained and somewhat high-pitched. "I'm so good, you just worry about your place settings."

Emily, the smart, amazing, beautiful person she was, listened to you and turned back to the table. If she made any sort of fuss about you, it would only increase the chance of Jungshin interrupting the rehearsal to come check on you. And that was the very last thing that needed to happen right now.

After a few deep breaths, you followed Emily's lead and turned to the table, reaching out to pick up the fanciest napkin you'd ever seen. You weren't sure what to do at the moment, so you settled on fidgeting with whatever fidget-able item was closest to you -- a napkin. You focused on the feeling of the cloth between your fingers, allowing the music from Jungshin's band to drown out any coherent thoughts.

After an undetermined length of time -- it could have been seconds, it could have been minutes, it could have been hours (it wasn't hours, but you were so dazed yet also hyper-focused on the napkin at the same time that it felt like it could have been) -- you heard Emily's voice break through your muddled sea of a brain.

"What do you think, Y/N?" she asked as she delicately tapped your arm. "Which one do you like?"

Your gaze snapped to her side of the table, and you saw she was asking your opinion on which folded napkin she should have for the reception place settings.

She added, "I think I like just the double pocket fold. Simple but elegant."

You wasted no time in nodding, agreeing with her wholeheartedly. "Yes, absolutely the double pocket fold. Simple is best."

Did you actually believe that? To be honest, you had no idea right now. You probably did. Emily had exquisite taste, and the two of you almost always agreed on just about anything.

Besides! Hadn't she said not even two hours ago that no matter what happens, she'll always be on your side? The sentiment was definitely the same for you! You were always on her side, too, and if she wanted the double pocket fold napkin for her reception, then that's what she'd get!

When Emily turned back to the hotel employee standing next to them to confirm their choice, you bit the inside of your cheek and ever so slowly lifted your eyes. Without moving your head even a centimeter, you looked over at the stage. The sounds of tuning instruments and mic checks were still filling the room, so you knew they were still there, but... You found you just couldn't stop yourself. Something intangible was tugging at you, making you curious to see exactly what he was doing right now.

Unsurprisingly, Jungshin was tuning his bass. Duh! That's why he was there in the first place. He seemed quite concentrated on his task, so you figured it was somewhat safe to actually look at him rather than side-eyeing him.

But, of course, not even a second after you swiveled your head just enough to get a good look at him, he suddenly lifted his head and made eye contact with you.

Your instinct was to look away immediately, but that intangible something that was tugging at you wouldn't let you.

Jungshin's lips quirked up into a soft smile, and he stopped strumming his bass guitar to lift one hand up in a quick wave.

You did your best to smile back, truly. It certainly felt like you were smiling, but judging by the way Jungshin's expression changed from friendly to slightly troubled made you think your lips were not anywhere near a smile.

'You okay?' he mouthed.

Oh, god. How on earth were you supposed to answer that?

You were decidedly not okay right now, but he was the reason you were not okay! And if you told him 'no, I'm not okay,' he would without a doubt put down his bass, hop off stage, and come over to you to ask what was wrong.

Just being in the same very large hotel ballroom with him right now was bad enough! You'd become dumbstruck just seeing him on stage! What would happen if he actually got near you? Or if he touched you?

Deep down, you knew you were not strong enough to resist him at the moment, so you really had to prevent him from coming over here at all costs.

You hated lying to him, but you replied to him with a thumbs up all the same.

He nodded back, but his forehead was still adorably wrinkled, so you got the feeling he didn't fully believe you.

You didn't have the mental or emotional capacity to dwell on that, though, so you simply looked away to focus on your napkin again.

Well, if you looked on the bright side, the event you'd been dreading the most about this wedding trip (the rehearsal dinner) was no longer something you dreaded (because you'd already seen, spoken to, and spent time with your ex-boyfriend the previous day).

But if you didn't look on the bright side (which was much easier to do, honesty), you still had sufficient reason to dread the rehearsal dinner.

You knew Jungshin would be there because, while he was in the band playing at the reception, he was also a groomsman, and the wedding party was virtually required to attend. Based on how you left the ballroom earlier today -- in a hurry without making eye contact with him -- there was a very large chance he would find you and ask if you were feeling okay.

You still didn't know how to answer that, especially not when he was asking the question. With Emily, you could be somewhat honest and tell her that you were confused. But you certainly couldn't tell that to Jungshin! You had no idea if he still had romantic feelings for you, and even if he did, you had no idea if he wanted to get back together with you. If you told him that your conversation at dinner last night had thoroughly rattled your brain and that seeing him up on stage earlier that afternoon had pushed you to the precipice of falling for him again, it could go very badly, and you would absolutely never be able to see him again without wanting to crawl into a hole for eternity.

So, of course, that was what was looming in your mind when you arrived at the restaurant on the very top floor of the hotel -- the thought of crawling into a hole for eternity.

Needless to say, your anxiety was at an all-time high.

But... to your pleasant surprise... as the evening went on, and Jungshin didn't approach you, you felt yourself loosening up and actually allowing yourself to have a good time. You ate extremely delicious food, engaged in delightful conversation with Emily's uncle, and had one more cocktail than you probably should have.

Needless to say, you were almost the exact opposite headspace you'd been in when you'd arrived!

"Hey, Y/N," Emily called out to you as most of the guests began to depart back to their rooms (or wherever the night was taking them).

Your eyebrows shot up as your gaze locked on hers. "Hey, Em," you replied. "What do you need?"

"Our server just told me the cleaning staff is running late from another event downstairs, and even though they meant it in a way like 'you can stay longer if you want,' I took it to mean 'we should help them', so --"

"Say less, bestie," you interrupted as you pushed back your chair and stood up. "Just point me in the right direction, and I'm on it, no cap."

(Note: you always seemed to speak more in generational slang when you were tipsy.)

A beaming smile curved Emily's lips, and she gestured toward a door near the corner. "That's the supply closet slash laundry room, whatever, so if you could just start collecting the napkins?"

You answered her with a "Bet" and a salute and, like the good bridesmaid you were, followed the bride's directions.

Normally, you would've been extremely efficient with this task, but since you'd had one more cocktail than you probably should have, there was nothing stopping you from dancing and skipping around as you flicked each napkin from the tables. It had been a much better night than you'd expected, and you were just in a really good mood!

Since it was a fairly small restaurant, though, it still didn't take long to gather up every napkin. Just a few minutes after Emily made her request, you were making your way to the door in the corner, the supply closet slash laundry room.

As soon as you slid through the door, you caught sight of three sets of washers and dryers. Obviously, you didn't want to actually start a load of laundry, but you could at least put the napkins in the washer. That would be helpful for the staff, right? It would at least be better than dumping the napkins on the floor!

A quick glance around the closet -- it was a spacious closet, but a closet nonetheless -- didn't help you immediately locate a light switch, so you would just have to try your best to get these napkins in the washer before the door closed on you.

You took a deep breath and then scurried over to the washer closest to the door. But just as you attempted to open the washer door with your elbow, someone else appeared in the doorway.

...We can probably guess who that someone else was, right?

You froze momentarily as you saw Jungshin with an armload of tablecloths.

"Oh, here, let me help," he murmured as he sidled up next to you, shifting the tablecloths to one arm so he could open the washer door for you.

You didn't even have time to reply with 'Thank you' before you heard the closet door close shut.

And then you heard it lock.

...Oh, god.

Part 6

[daisychains334]

about time i did an introduction, i suppose…

hi, i’m daisy (she/her)

i am a lover of this world and the creativity within it.

after all, earth without ‘art’ would only be ‘eh.’ :)

here’s a few things about me <3

*•💿୨⎯music ⎯୧💿•*

artists/bands: lana del rey, artic monkeys, tv girl, fiona apple, mitski, smashing pumpkins, nirvana, hole, queen, chappell roan, the cure, boygenius, lorde, phoebe bridgers, foo fighters, wolf alice, oasis, taylor swift, arcade fire, ethel cain

albums: french exit, when the pawn, mtv unplugged, the rise and fall of a midwest princess, pure heroine, punisher, the record, in utero, live through this, evermore

+⭐️୨⎯media⎯୧⭐️+

books: the mysterious benedict society, the book thief, pride and prejudice, a good girl’s guide to murder, the kingkiller chronicles, enola holmes, we were liars, genuine fraud, how to be perfect, folk of the air series, humor me

authors: e. lockhart, sylvia plath, jane austen, markus zusak

movies/musicals: hamilton, little shop, enola holmes (again), wonka, the greatest showman, pride and prejudice (again), elemental (it is a BANGER ok??), 10 things i hate about you

shows: ted lasso, everything sucks!, heartstopper, i am not okay with this, cowboy bebop, mtv’s downtown

*🎀୨⎯other⎯୧🎀*

ideologies i believe strongly in: free palestine, girls protect girls, socialism or just general anti capitalism, freedom of religion without freedom of hate speech “because” of religion, black lives matter, pro-choice, feminism, love is love, trans rights are human rights.

things i love: reading, fashion history, fall, old dogs, sunshine, naps, “weird” animals, the idea that things are only worth what we’re willing to give up for them, academia type aesthetics, chanel, tea and coffee equally, thrift shopping, poetry, quiet but not quite silence, libraries, cafes, hot showers, vivienne westwood, grammar, rain puddles

things i collect: cd’s and vinyl, dice, playbills, seashells, polaroids, sweaters, rings

and here’s a little guide to my tags so you can navigate my page!!

#🪴୨⎯ tags⎯୧🪴#

#daisy’s writing things ~ shitposts i make about writing, whether that be tips, encouragement to others writers, or simply rants about how it annoys the hell out of me lol

#daisy’s random things ~ pure shitposts about no particular topic, just random things i happen to think of…

#daisy’s work ~ writing, poetry, art, etc. that is my creation :)

#daisy’s quotes ~ quotes, lyrics, or excerpts from poems or books that i really like!

#daisy’s mood boards ~ a curated vibe about a particular aesthetic or lifestyle i’m really into, expressed through quotes, writing, or pictures

#daisy’s asks ~ exactly what it sounds like: info about my asks, answered asks, etc. :)

(sometimes there may be multiple of these tags on one post if the post includes multiple of these)

(small side note about my page ~ i only follow people i know in real life, for safety reasons, this doesn’t mean you can’t follow me though!!)

thanks for reading!!

daisy 🌼

[writingpencil]

Writing Song Lyrics Because ArtFight Is Killing Me

I hate her cherry lips

The saunter in her hips

The way her hair flips

How she taunts me when we skinny dip

I think of desire

As I gift her flowers

Memories of the battery

The analogy of history

And she makes me taste bitter

To her sunday holy flavor

Yet to the gods

She goes beyond

And the patronage

Of the promised ones

elect her to the queendom

And thy kingdom come

Out of love

For that Sunday measure

Such simple pleasure

And its my favorite

Though I hate it

Can I still get into the holy land

With this contraband

Of a lover's hand

Hypnotize

With those hazel eyes

Or is my soul doomed

Is that what I want

Am I fool

And to who

[povofjustme]

Fake Lovers

Your are the singer of a band and a ‘rival’ of Tokio Hotel. The fans loved when you guy interact with each other. So the company make you fake date someone! 

Part one 

Georg listing x Black reader

Have fun love<3 - bc its not pr. I wrote in at 3 am. Didn't have time(:

I am a part of a girl band from the US.  I have been singing since I was a little kid. At a church and  school, I would be in a choir. I met my best friends in high school. Nia the drummer, Jade the basses and Alex played the guitar. We all had a love for music and from then, it was history. 

Alex wanted to post a song that we had been working on for the longest. The next day the girls all woke me up, telling me that the song bowled up on YouTube. I never thought it would happen but now look at us. We made something of ourselves. Going on interviews and meeting up with big names. 

We had a tour in Europe, surprisingly we had a big fan base over there. Nia, Jade, and I we’re in our practice room, thinking of more outfits for the upcoming show in a few days. “Hey, guys!”  Alex came into the room with our drink she went out to get. “Hey babe,” I said with a smile. “So I was thinking, we can do a song for the stage broke.”  are heads all turned to the left.

“Okay listen, there's a band here called... Tokio Hotel” “Oh yeah, I heard of them,” Nia said. She has always been the quiet type. The things that came out of her mouth surprised us at times but she kept us on task. “They are a really big group here. Girls are in love with them” Nia added. “They are not bad looking” We looked to see Jade on her phone looking them up.

“Well, I was thinking we can do one of their songs when we hit Germany” “That sounds good but girl... I will have to learn it in like 2 weeks. I know German but it's Arsch”.  It was a really good idea, but I didn't want to fuck up anything. “I can help you G, you forget am half germen. I speak it at home,” Nia said. “I know, but people already hate me because am black. I don't want to give them another reason.” 

“G, we will all help you, we have 2 weeks. You got this, We got this” Alex told me, All I did was shake my head. For the days leading up to the preforms, we would do a concert and after I would spend m. In my time with Nia, I learned the lyrics to the song Durch Den Monsun.

Now the two weeks are up and it was time to sing. Walking out on stage, we have seen so many people. Signs with our names and faces on them. They were so sweet and amazing. 

 Now is the time “Wie fühlen wir uns heute Abend? Ich weiß, wir sollten Pause machen. Ich wollte euch etwas zeigen. Bereit Mädels?” (How are we feeling tonight? I know we should be on break but I wanted to show you guys something. Ready girls?)

The guys gave me a head nod and we started on the song. It was 3 seconds into the song and the crowd is going wild. I could remember a thing after that. Now am back in the hotel room lying down. “You know you did amazing, you got all the words right” We stayed in two hotel rooms. I got the share with Nia. “Thanks, babe”

“G, wake up. Addy needs to talk to us” Nia told me “Girl what time is it?” “7 a.m., come on and get dressed, I have to go wake the other girls.” “Is everything okay?” “I don’t know. She told us to meet her downstairs in an hour or so. She told us to dress like ourselves. So go in the shower first, it takes you forever to do your hair” I laughed while she was walking to the next door. 

We all met up in Nia and I's room to just do some finishing touches on our look. We all have a different look. Jade, Alex, Nia, and I all wore the same shirt differently but had the same dark blue jeans. I had washed my hair and it ended up in a curled-up afro which I loved. I had made my shirt into a high crop top so you could still see our band name and the dark blue jeans high-waisted.

We got downstairs to see Addy waiting for us. “Good morning my loves. I want to meet you guys to some people!” “Addy I know you are the manager and all but I might have to kill you if you try to wake us up again this early?” Alex said. “I got you guys food” “Okay I love you again” Alex added. “So what's up,” I asked 

“Tokio Hotel saw your guys perform last night and they wanted to meet you, in person,” She said with a smile on her face. “Wait are you for really!” “Yes I am, and we have to meet this in 3 hours. The place is an hour away and I want you all awake so we will drive there. Get more food and meet up with them. Okay” “Yes” we added at the same time

“Let us get this shit on the road. Am want to sleep in the car” Alex had always been the outgoing one. Always speaking her mind and not caring. Jade was that way too but she had a filter. The car ride was okay. We called for a bit until Alex went to sleep. We stopped and ate and 15 minutes later we were at a company building. The man who was driving told us we had to go through the back, due to the fans. 

Even going through the back there was still fans everywhere. All I could think was that this group made it far. Each of us had a security guard by our side until we got into the building and into the room we were supposed to be in. Addy opened the door, she was greeted by a man who I assumed was their manager. They chatted for a few seconds then he looked at us.

“It is so nice to finally meet your girls. My name is Max and am the boy's mangers.” “Hello, Max” “Hi” we each said. “Max can you give the girls a run down for today” “Oh yes, I know it's one of your breaks from your show and I premises you girls can all sleep in Tom-” All I was thinking at this time was just sleep. “You and the boys will have an hour to yourself. No cameras, no pictures, nothing. Just getting to know each other.” He looked down had his right wrist “Then in about, an hour and a half now. We will have you guys take group pictures together. Everyone in Germany loves you guys here and why not have two big groups show some love to the people but give them what they want? Yeah!” 

The girls and I looked at each other “Excuse me, sir, what do you mean?” Nia was saying what we all were thinking. “The people want to see the group interact with one another. Is that fine with you guys?” Just nodding our heads yes. “All right, follow me!” He took us to a room, from the outside we could hear voices. 

He knocked on the door. “Boys there here”  He opened the door. The girls and I looked at each other. “So who’s going in first?” I asked “I say you G, You are a singer” “Yeah, G” “ What the fuck, why.?” You are the face of the group. Now go show your face first” I walked in with a fake smile on my face. The first person I see he a tall, guy with long brown hair. His smile was to die for and I only looked for 3 seconds before taking my eyes off him. 

The rest of the girls followed right next to me in a line. “Now I want you all to mix in with each other. Bill, Tom, Georg, and Gustav. Meet G, Jade, Alex and Nia. We will see you all in an hour” I looked around the room, It was like an office space. A big round table that fit all 8 of us. Everyone got into a spot with a person we didn’t know. The brown-haired boy sat on the right of me.

“Am Bill!” He had the biggest smile on his face and his hair was as big as mine. He sat on my left “I always wanted to meet you all. You guys are amazing!” He finished “So are you! Your voice is beautiful by the way”  I feel like I could talk to him for days without getting bored. “Do you only go by G?” “Yeah it is a stage name. And It is easier to say for people” 

It took a while but everyone started talking to one another. It felt so good being about the talk to people who have the same passion that you do. We related to each other, not even an hour later and it felt like we had been friends for over years. Less than an hour. 

I found out his name, Georg. He was talking to Jade about the animal when she brought up my name. “Oh G loves animals, She has like 5 dogs. Right G?” “Oh what's their name?” Georg had asked me. “Princess, Prince, Zoey and Zion. I only have 4.” I laughed, he was looking at me the whole time I was talking or anytime we talked. He would always be the one asking me questions. I just felt so open with him, I didn't know how to act. He made me feel somewhat. A safe way but I didn’t know if I wanted to get too close, just to keep out of making a fool of myself. 

Right when I finished laughing with Georg the door opened. We didn't stop talking, we were all having a good time. “Okay guys, It's time to go,” Addy told us “It's off the the shot. Now would you all like to take different cars or take the bus?” Max asked. “We will take the same bus, I have so much to ask Alex” Bill and Alex were talking the whole time. They seem like they would become best friends by the end of the day. 

I made sure everyone got a chance to walk out the door before I did. Georg stayed behind me. “You can go first,” I told him “No it's fine, please go first” “I really hope we aren't gonna fight about this” “We are not, because you will be going first” I walked out signing. I walked out to see Max and Addy waiting for us. We walked ahead of them. I looked behind me to see them talking, I tried to listen but I could hear nothing with Alex and Bill talking loudly. 

We went through the first to get to the bus. There were fans everywhere. Since Georg and I stayed behind a little, we ended a stuck. With people trying to get on the bus. “Hold my hand, I will push us through this,” He told me and I told his hand and made it on the bus, safely.

I hoped you like it!