#I WANNA PLAY THE BEAUTIFUL GAME LOUD IN BRAZIL

[80s-reject]

i need summer RIGHT NEOW

[sailorgreywolf-legacy]

I sent this earlier, maybe write about Ale using the "You wanna kiss the guy who beat Germany?" pickup line on someone, please?

And here’s part 2:

Mexico walked back to his own room in the hotel, not entirely sober, but drunk more on nationalist fervor than on alcohol. It was intoxicating to remind himself of what really made him strong. The love that his people had for him was inspiring. He hadn’t wiped the smile off of his face since the end of the game. 

He flung himself down on the couch in the living room of the suite.  Now that the adrenaline was wearing off a little, he could feel how tired his legs were from being on his feet and jumping. Letting himself rest a little would be good for now. He was still smiling though and he felt like he might never stop smiling. 

He had barely laid down when he heard little running footsteps. His chihuahua, the only one he had brought with him to Russia, came running into the room from the bedroom. Without slowing down, the dog launched himself at the couch, and landed, not entirely gracefully, on Mexico’s chest. 

Mexico smiled and picked up the little dog. He said, and felt the pain in his vocal chords as he spoke, “Your dad beat the world champion today.” In response, the dog licked his face and wagged his tail so aggressively that his whole body moved. 

Mexico brought the dog closer to his face and kissed him on top of his fluffy head before he said, “You’re so cute.” 

The door banged open, and Mexico glanced over to see who was barging into his room. He had not expected any company, but he would welcome anyone. Brazil came through the door, and immediately sat down in one of the chairs. Without offering an explanation, she started to unlace her shoes.

 Mexico said, slightly confused by her presence, “Isa, what are you doing here?” She looked up with a face that made it clear that she was repressing a laugh. She said, “What happened to your voice?” 

Mexico knew he sounded like he had throughly burned out his voice. He replied, his voice only sounding a little better, “I yelled too much.” Brazil raised one eyebrow. She said, still working on her shoes, “You yelled too much? You must have partied hard. You have always had a gift for being loud.”

The innuendo in her voice was clear enough. Mexico said, “You didn’t answer my question.” She sighed and said, “I am avoiding Juan. I made fun of him for tying with Iceland yesterday. I just tied.” 

Mexico let out a short laugh. He found it so amusing that Brazil and Argentina always engaged in such a cutthroat rivalry during the world cup. He had no doubt Brazil had given Argentina hell for that tie. He said, “So, you assumed he wouldn’t be in my room?” 

She smirked as she finished kicking off her cleats and said, “You just got back. He hasn’t had time to seduce you.” Mexico sat up and placed his dog gently on the floor. He said, playing coy, “But I would like to be seduced.” 

Brazil reached up and took her hair out of its ponytail. It fell in black curls around her shoulders, and Mexico had the urge to run his hands through it. She said, “I’m the better choice.” 

She stood up and walked over to sit next to him on the couch. The look on her face left little doubt in Mexico’s mind that she hadn’t come to his room for conversation. He said, “So, do you want to kiss the man who beat Germany?” She leaned in and said, “Of course I do.”

Mexico used one hand to push back one of her curls as he leaned in to join their lips. It was a light kiss, but it showed intention. When Mexico pulled back, Brazil said, putting her hand on his face, “I’m so proud of you, my prince. I only wish I had been there to see their faces.”

Mexico replied, “Are you still feeling vengeful?” She smiled like a cat would when contemplating an injured bird, “I will make them pay when I play them.” 

She paused only long enough to join their lips again, more aggressively again. Then she said, “But, I am so happy you won.” Mexico gently pulled her closer, and guided her into yet another kiss. 

He wanted to take this moment to celebrate both his victory and the fact that America was far away, so he could be with the people he loved. 

Brazil pulled herself onto his lap, confidently straddling him and using her height advantage to take control of the kiss. Mexico let her dictate the intensity. He let his hands slowly run up her legs and eventually to her hips. 

She pulled back, and with a devilish look, pulled off her shirt and threw it across the room. Mexico said, between soft kisses on her neck and collarbone, “I’m not as good as you. You’re a goddess.” She entwined one hand in his hair as she said, almost breathlessly, “You know it.” 

Mexico chuckled as he kissed even lower, across the top of her breasts. He loved her confidence, and always had. But, he had been hoping to get a compliment in return. She whispered in his ear, “Let’s take this to the bed. I’ve been looking forward to this.” Mexico replied in a whisper, “Yes. Me too.”

Brazil stood and Mexico followed, his hands never leaving her hips. Their lips met again. With each kiss, they were getting more intense, more lustful. They managed to get to the bed without releasing each other for more than a few moments. 

Mexico took off his shirt as she pulled him, firm but not forcefully, onto the bed. As they intertwined again, Mexico was convinced that a day of triumph was going to end in a night of bliss with one of the most beautiful, talented people he knew. He felt nothing but joy. He hoped he could hold onto this euphoria for the rest of the night at least.

[gallifreyanlibertea]

Nautical Nonsense (1/?)

a/n: this started off as a really silly SpongeBob AU I had in mind about a year or so ago. I hope to god this doesn’t mean I’m writing second-hand SpongeBob fanfiction but yeah, I... yeah. It’s not meant to be serious, and it’s just, if anything, personal indulgence. 

Each chapter’s title will reference the episode that inspired it, in case you wanna watch it and catch any references :)

Help Wanted

His morning alarm was a foghorn. A bold, bellowing, yet somehow strangely noble sound, which yes, was quite literally a foghorn.

Alfred Jones didn’t understand what made the noise so appealing. Was it the childhood he spent living by the sea? With the faint noise of ships and the crashing of waves against the shore lulling him to bed? A life by the coast with the smell of salt in the air, the taste of it on his lips after wading into the afternoon tide, the dreadfully parched state it left his hair?

Whatever it was, it sure as heck woke him up.

But no, today wasn’t the day to hit snooze and steal himself more time. He found himself springing out of the warmth of his sheets, padding off into the bathroom with a willpower not many people had so early in the morning.

“Today’s the big day, Gary!”

(Gary responded with a drowsy mew before letting his head flop back into the bedsheets.)

Yes, today was a big day indeed.

The getting-ready bit was easy. A quick shower and an adequate amount of teeth-brushing later, he was slipping into relatively-formal clothes and heading out the door, stopping to lift his weights for a bit because he had to be in top physical condition today, truly.

The real problem lied in the nerves that hit after he stepped out onto the welcome mat. What was otherwise a beautiful day, with cotton-candy clouds and skies so blue they warranted ukulele music to fit the mood, seemed crushingly large. Everything seemed so full of expectation to Alfred, who, to face the facts, wasn’t quite ready to be an adult.

And if anything, today, the big day, required of him to be an adult.

“I’m ready.” A chant under his breath, following his inhale and his exhale as he walked down the street with a bounce in his step, face set in determined stone when he was, in fact, not very ready.

And despite the “you got this!” text from Gilbert, a friend who wasn’t known for being awake in these early hours, Alfred still felt the heavy dread in the pit of his stomach.

He was applying for a job in what was easily the finest eating establishment ever established for eating.

He was applying to work at what stood right before him, in all its glory: The Krusty Krab.

Sure, it was a kitsch eatery themed in a way many others were, especially seeing as it was located in a seaside town like theirs, but oh. Their burgers, their fries, heck, even the soda anyone drank within the four walls of the restaurant was made ten times better.

Alfred wanted so desperately to work there.

“Oh god, I’m not ready.” Were the last words he murmured before shoving through the glass doors because he knew. Gilbert would slap him left and right if he gave up this opportunity.

(Unknowing to Alfred, of course, an existing employee had already begun to mourn his sanity at the sight of Alfred’s arrival. A certain neighbour of Alfred’s who thought work was the only place he could escape that loud, loud manchild.)

“Uh, Mr. Kirkland!”

Alfred seemed plenty oblivious to the audible groan from the cash register, where a dejected Roderich Edelstein buried his face into his palms.

He instead kept his eyes trained on the Mr. Kirkland mentioned, who stood staring at him with scraggly brows raised.

“Hi, I’m Alfred, I-”

Alfred liked to watch action movies. Especially the ones with the overdone special effects, where a flying kick could be slowed down so it seemed like years before the foot hit the enemy’s head.

Well, right now was something similar.

His view of Mr. Kirkland, along with Roderich who now seemed to be peering over the register, jerked like in the films, slowly shifting until it was way above him and he, a bit winded, had fallen to the ground.

Oh heck.

The red flooding to his cheeks came as fast as he’d scrambled to stand up, brushing off his clothes with a sheepish smile as Mr. Kirkland’s brows shot up impossibly high.

“Uh- Hello, permission to come aboard, Captain?”

Mr. Kirkland didn’t respond.

“Hah, tough crowd. Well, uh, I’ve been training my whole life for the day I join the Krusty crew!” Alfred managed a grin, “Couldn’t help but see the Help Wanted sign and, well, when do I start?”

Of all the things that could go wrong, every single one of them had managed to share the spotlight.

“Well, lad, it looks like you don’t even have your sea legs.” Was Mr. Kirkland’s response after what seemed like ages of silence. The accent made the message heavier than it was, slamming into Alfred with its rolled ‘r’s and overall piratey aura.

Well, Alfred supposed it was what he deserved for being cocky.

“It was like, a nail in the boards or something-”

“Well,” Mr. Kirkland sighed, carding his hand through his cherry-red hair as Roderich gave him a narrow-eyed look Alfred didn’t quite understand. “Look, lad, I’m sorry.”

“Mr. Kirkland, just one chance!”

What had Alfred done wrong? Besides the falling on the first impression and the excessive talking, there couldn’t have been anything barring him from being an adequate fry cook, right? Yet there he was, standing before the employer of his dreams, watching as his friendly neighbour Roderich gave Mr. Kirkland looks akin to those he’d give Alfred when knocking on his door over a noise complaint.

(Roderich’s violin pieces didn’t sound as elegant when accompanied by grating laughter and dimwitted squealing. He doubted the ambience of his workplace would be affected any different.)

“Listen-” Mr. Kirkland began.

The hiss of a bus slowing to a halt. “Uh-” Alfred threw a glance over his shoulder, turning back with a frenzied smile, “That’s a tour bus chock-full of people, I think you’d need the extra help, just try me out, will ya?”

And so Alfred gained himself the honour to wear the Krusty Krab cap, a white, blue-billed, anchor-adorned cap resting atop his blond locks as he flipped patties like there was no tomorrow.

Mr. Kirkland surely didn’t mind, no. After all, who could mind the sound of a ringing register and the smell of coins in the air? Roderich didn’t seem to mind either, what with the monotonous droning of his “may I take your order” and that secret smile hidden behind his deadpan demeanour.

(Roderich was not smiling.)

All was well that way.

Gilbert had taken him out to the movies that night and they’d stuffed their faces full of candy and cola, giggling up the driveway to Alfred’s house as Roderich watched, narrow-eyed, from his window.

“So you got the job!” Gilbert said.

“Yeah, I got the job!” Alfred shouted for what was nearly the eighteenth time that night. “I get to see Roderich all day now, isn’t it neat?”

Alfred and Gilbert sent a coupled wave in Roderich’s direction, through his window- neighbours to neighbour- and Roderich shut the curtains. Gilbert grinned, patting Alfred on the back.

“Don’t make new best friends, okay?”

“I don’t think I can, Gil.”

Alfred had always believed you could only have one best friend. The fact lied in the name, for only one thing could be the best and for him, it was Gilbert. Never mind the fact that the two were essentially polar opposites. So what if Alfred wanted to work a job and Gilbert was content playing video games in his house, living off his parents’ money? So what if Alfred wanted to explore the world, and Gilbert was content living under a rock? It just worked!

“Send me a postcard, Al.” He’d say, “Yanno, where you’re out in the desert or Brazil or something, bring me something nice.”

Yes, they were best friends, and nothing Alfred could think of could change that.

That was, at least, before he went to work on his fifth day at the job.

“Welcome to the Krusty Krab, my name is Roderich. May I take your order?” A voice that was as dead as the evening rush.

Alfred chewed his grin as he absent-mindedly spun his spatula. Evening hours were his favourite, because like a good story, every workday had a climax and every evening came with a resolution.

This was the resolution.

The sizzling died down, the last customer had walked in to order one last meal, and Alfred would prepare it, Roderich would serve it, and the register would ring, for the last time that day. The glass door would thud as the last customer pushed through it, and if Alfred was lucky, Mr. Kirkland would let him flip the We Are Open! sign.

Plus, Alfred could only go so long without wanting rest for his achy arms.

“Alfred, I need ten Krabby Patties to go.”

Blue eyes blinked. “Ten?”

A sigh and Roderich turned, narrow eyes glaring through the window into the kitchen. “I said ten, didn’t I?”

Ten was an awful lot. Nothing Alfred couldn’t handle during a lunchtime rush, but with arms as sore as his and a mind winding down with the sun on the horizon, it didn’t seem like something he really wanted to do.

But so be it, ten was ten.

He fished a patty out onto the stove.

“Forget it, Alfred, you don’t have to make that order.” Mr. Kirkland called from outside.

Alfred turned his furrowed-brow gaze to Roderich, who replied with a monotonous “whatever”.

Alfred turned the stove off.

“I’m a paying customer, I’ll have you know. I demand my ten burgers to go!” Another accent, this one a smoother lilt.

“Come flip the sign, Alfred lad.” Mr. Kirkland interjected. “We’re closed.”

Mr. Kirkland turning down a paying customer? Alfred slipped out of the kitchen, leaving the spatula on its little hook by the stove, swiping his hat off his head and holding it to his chest, “Sir, it’s only ten, I can make it, no problem.”

“It’s not about that, Alfred, just flip the darn sign.”

Roderich sighed from behind him, slipping out from his counter, a kitschy boat extension attached to the wall. He was quick to leave, not much for the drama unless it was on the television.

Alfred, however, was nothing if glued to the scene.

“Cute fry-cook,” The stranger flashed him a dry smile, to which Alfred responded with a red-faced grin, “Did you tell him what happened to the last one?”

Suddenly, Alfred didn’t feel like grinning anymore.

“Relax, lad, he didn’t die or nothin’.” Mr. Kirkland said, rolling his eyes, “He just left because Plankton ‘ere wouldn’t stop pesterin’ him.”

“Untrue!” The man whose name was supposedly Plankton shrieked in response.

Alfred’s head hurt.

He was never one for suspense. No, not suspenseful books or movies or stories his grandmother would tell him that had a climax further from the beginning than a few seconds. Heck, even school books they were forced to read, when showing even a sliver of suspenseful promise, he flipped to the last page and relieved himself. Alfred didn’t like suspense.

So naturally, it made sense that Alfred had bit his lip and made a meek interjection into what was blossoming into a full out one-sided screaming match. “Uh, who are you, exactly?”

Mr. Kirkland sighed, rubbing the space between his brows, “Go home, lad, don’t bother yourself with this.”

“Ah, you’re just scared he’ll take my side, aren’t you, Allistair?”

“Lock up on your way out, Alfred.” And Mr. Kirkland was gone, dragging the stranger by the collar until they were out through the glass doors and Alfred’s curious eyes caught another inaudible argument. Mr. Kirkland gestured, Plankton gestured more, and Mr. Kirkland was gone after one sinister point in Alfred’s direction, possibly a “don’t talk to him”.

Alfred slunk back into the kitchen, tossing the patty into the bin and cleaning his spatula in warm, soapy water. Surely this Plankton guy couldn’t be dangerous, right? Why would Mr. Kirkland just let him hang around, then? Alfred was a valued employee!

He patted the utensil with a towel, letting it hang on its hook before going out to the register. Even though Mr. Kirkland usually got the collecting-money job done the second after the last customer left, there was no harm in checking.

“Hello there, Alfred, was it?”

“You’re not supposed to be in here, we’re closed,” Alfred said shakily, checking the register. Empty.

He moved into the kitchen, hoping his lack of conversation would drive the stranger away, only to find upon his return with a soaked rag that Plankton was now seated at one of the tables, picking at the sleeve of his green sweater.

“You need to leave, sir.” It was a wobbly request.

“It’s awful mean of Allistair to leave you in here to clean up all by yourself, isn’t it, now?”

“It’s my job, I’ll be fine!”

“Well, let me help.” And Plankton was out of his seat, hand outstretched as Alfred reluctantly placed the damp rag in his palm. “I’ll clean the tabletops, I suppose you’ll sweep up?”

“Oh, uh yeah.”

Alfred liked to sweep. It put a lot of work in his arms, but it kept his hands dry and the floors neat. He definitely liked it better than cleaning tabletops- floors rarely had particles of what was inside someone else.

Plankton seemed to agree, judging by the downward curve of his lips as he placed the least possible skin contact into the dirty towel.

“So, Plankton-”

“Please don’t call me that.” The man who did not want to be called Plankton sighed, nose crinkling at a particularly hard ketchup stain. “I’d rather you call me Arthur, that’s my actual name.”

Arthur. The name suited him. Whenever Alfred thought of British people, the name Arthur was the first in mind, along with smooth, pretty accents and a mean sense of humour.

Arthur’s accent was smooth and pretty but he didn’t seem to be mean at all.

In fact, he seemed pretty nice as he was scrubbing down tables so Alfred wouldn’t have to. Not to mention using the word “please”, now that was nice if anything.

“Plankton doesn’t sound much like Arthur to be a good nickname.” Alfred pointed out.

Arthur shrugged, “Allistair has been calling me that since I was three, when we would play pirates.”

That was a cute thought. Alfred couldn’t help smiling at it, a small Mr. Kirkland with a piratey hat to match his piratey voice.

“He said it was because I was small, and always wore green.” Arthur paused, eyes drifting down to his green sweater, an action that pulled a laugh from Alfred’s lips. “I suppose I am still small and green.”

Alfred swept absent-mindedly, growing weary of the dull throb in his biceps. “How do you guys know each other?”

“My name is Arthur Kirkland, we’re brothers.”

Brothers! There was nothing dangerous about a brother. The knot between Alfred’s shoulder blades loosened a bit and he let himself smile, loosening his work uniform’s bright red tie. “In that case, I can go make you your order really fast, anything for the boss’ bro!”

“I can’t ask you of that,” Arthur said with a small smile.

Alfred mirrored the smile, putting his broom into the back closet and fetching himself another rag to help Arthur finish a particularly tough ketchup stain.

“Tell you what, how about I come by tomorrow, lunch? You can give them to me out back.”

The knot was back and a nervous chuckle passed through Alfred’s grinning lips. “Why’s it gotta be so secret?”

Wide green eyes.

Gary liked to eat off of Alfred’s plate when he wasn’t looking, especially when Gilbert would force them to watch horror movies and Alfred took to burying his face into his palms at a particularly quiet scene, the ones just before the jump scare.

Gary would walk onto him just then, nipping at the tub of popcorn in his lap.

He’d widen his eyes when Alfred caught him. It was kinda like what Arthur was doing just then.

Alfred just didn’t know what it meant.

“Um, Allistair is a bit mad at me, so I feel it would be best if I didn’t show my face- or that you didn’t tell him you were, uh, doing this for me.”

“Why is he mad?”

“Oh,” Arthur chewed his lip, letting his eyes glance the lock screen of his phone before coming back up to meet Alfred’s gaze. “You know, brotherly spats. Nothing serious. See you tomorrow?”

And he was gone, leaving spotless tables and a confused Alfred in his wake.

Alfred locked the doors of the Krusty Krab behind him, the cool evening air leaving goosebumps on his bared arms, left to the elements by the short white sleeves of his work uniform.

The floor had been swept, the money had been tucked away into Mr. Kirkland’s office and the sign had been flipped at last, but somehow, it didn’t feel like a resolution.

Instead, as he walked back to his house, waving “goodnight” towards Roderich’s window, who replied with a fond tug of his curtains, it rather felt more like the moments that warned him to flip to the end of the book. The parts of the story that climbed into a climax, suspense.

And Alfred’s stomach hurt.

[youngestk]

tag game

I was tagged by the wonderful libra mutual @sarcasticjuiceboxes​ but I was sooo lazy to make it and it took me more than a week to answer you, I’m so sorry. So I’m just gonna post here the games you tagged me in, and thanks btw 💕 you’re the best and I’m here just being so lazy, sorry again :/ plus, i’m gonna divide the games into sections so it wont be confunsing. 

1. what’s your biggest fear? Living without being able to make my dreams come true

2. if you could be a master chef at any one dish, what would it be? Idk I think it would be probably some fancy pasta so I could choose the best red wine to drink with.

3. you’re on a really bad date… how do you get out of it? Dating? What? lmao but I’d prob do like Laura said too, try to make it more fun or I would just look into my phone and find some excuse to just go like oh my dog needs me bye

4. what’s your favorite type of cookie? I don’t think I have one? I love any type of cookies?? lmao

5. what’s one unpopular opinion you have? I may have a bunch but I can’t remember any of it rn

6. indoors/outdoors? rain/snow? ocean/mountains? Depends. Rain (bc we don’t have snow where I live so). Mountains, definitely.

7. if you could spend the day with any line from any group, which would you pick and why? (ex. bts rap line, svt 95 line, exo beagle line, etc) Got7 beagle line, bc I would love to laugh and being a mess with them, I would prob just stay on the ground laughing and crying while they would be a loud mess jumping, yelling and acting like fools and dabbing everywhere <3

8. what first made you like your ult bias? bc he’s the funniest, warmest, lovable creature. He’s the king of being extra, that’s a big plus for me to love someone. When he was introducing himself on roommate and he kept asking if he could eat first, I was sold.

9. what’s one unique thing about the place where you live? We have an aerial tram (?)

10. what lifts your mood on a bad day? listening to music and watching my favorite tv shows

11. what’s the best thing someone could say to you right now? “I’m proud of you and I believe in you. You’re strong and you’ll succeed, but remember you’re not alone. I’ve got your back.” (just quoting what Laura said bc same)

1. If you could take any class in the world (it could be a language, dance, music, a traditional school subject, anything!) what would it be and why do you want to learn it? God idk there’s so many. But I would to love to take some renaissance class in an Italian university, since it’s the closest we can get from that period (that I love!). Or some class in some Italian art museum, I don’t even know if this exists but it would be awesome. I’d love to go to these places and see the past with my own two eyes and may touch it with blessed gloves lol (since it’s a class, you know...)

2. Who inspires you and why? I don’t know actually bc there’s a bunch of people. Friends, music, artists, characters. But I was thinking the other day that Young K is such an inspiration to me. He’s living his dream of making music, he did so much to show that he is good and talented and never gave up, he was in the middle of a huge project but also was in college being a normal 20yo boy. And still managed to take naps everywhere, eat everything and chase his dream. So yeah, he’s a big influence on me right now.

3. What’s a strange skill or talent that you have? I don’t have??

4. What do you think is the most important characteristic of a good friend?They just need to be simple. I mean, have this simple care and interest for you and for what you do/say. So the friendship will be healthy and mutual.

5. Is your aesthetic more nature or outer space if you had to pick one of those two and why? Nature I guess, I love those small things and details of our nature. But I do love outer space and I wanna believe in everything too.

6. What do you wish you were doing right now? Working.

7. What is your fashion taste? And I quote:

8. If you could have any hair style and color instantly what would it be? Why? I love my natural color, I never dyed my hair and I prob wont for a long time. But I wish I could be more confident of using it more loose.

9. What’s your dream pet and what would you name it? I already have it! I love my giant dog Micka! But I would love to adopt more and more AND MORE. I can’t wait to have a male dog and call him Frodo lol

10.You can add any song to your fav groups concert setlist that isn’t already on it. Which song would you add and why? Not kpop related, sorry. I would add Re-wired on Kasabian’s setlist bc I love this song soooo much and they were playing everywhere but when I went to their gig, they just cut it off D:

11. Something that you like that you didn’t initially expect to like? Kpop DEFINITELY lmao

1. Favorite time of year? Autumn.

2. If you could have any power (i.e. invisibility, teleportation, etc.) what would you pick? I’d go with teleportation too, so I would visit every place I want and go to every gig and visit my friends everywhere!

3. What’s your birthstone? Peridot apparently?? that’s what google said

4. Water, earth, fire, or air bending? Air. I’m a Libra!

5. If you could fluently speak any language instantly, which would you pick? Oh god so many ): but Korean so life it would be easier

6. Flower that best represents you? I don’t know any flower, I’m not so into it lmao but I just love sunflowers so much so I guess that’s it

7. What made you fall for your ult bias? Read up there

8. Pick a song to represent your current mood. Day6 – Be Lazy

9. Pick a mv that best represents your favorite aesthetic. Got7 – You Are. The colors and filters they use are soooo beautiful. And the blue wow

10. What’s one thing you wish you were doing right now? Watching some reaaally good movie bc it’s been a while that I don’t watch anything like that when I just finish it and say ‘wow’

11. One question you want to ask me? idk I’m so bad at this :/

age? 25 #old birthplace? Brazil current time? 9:05 PM drink (last)? Water. easiest person to talk to? a bunch of friends that aren’t here but @joonminyoongi​​ yes <3 favorite song (recently)? If ~ I Meet You Again – Day6 (go and support our boys!) grossest memory? when I was so little a boy that lived in the same street as I, throw a beetle on me and he got stuck on my back and I yelled so much that day, I was so afraid. This haunts me till now hogwarts house? Idk I’m not so into HP, my friends keep saying that I look like that house and stuff but I don’t know lol in love? With what? food? Always. Animals? Till the end. Someone? no  jealous of people? Sometimes, but is reaaaally rare. killed someone? dude what? middle name? don’t have one number of siblings? 1 one wish? To travel a lot person you called last? my mom reasons to smile? Music, my friends, my beautiful and precious dog song you sang last? If – day6 time you woke up? 11am shh :x underwear color? black vacation destination? Anywhere. But Iceland and Scotland, prob. worst habit? My memory is shit and sometimes I say the same thing twice or I even watch stuff twice, thrice. your favorite food? This chicken pie my mom makes zodiac sign? Libra ultimate bias? Ok I answered in the other question that is Jackson bc he was the first one but I don’t even know what is a bias anymore ultimate bias wrecker? Anyone favorite kpop song (all time)? That’s tough wow but Never Ever – GOT7 I guess favorite kpop album? Exo – The War favorite kpop ship? Wang gae park gae wins hard or soft stan? Both favorite kpop company? Jype, besides everything they still care about idol’s healthy and mental healthy backstory of how i got into kpop? I was watching kdramas already so my friend that loves kpop just decided to introduce me to roommate since a bunch of actors I like were there and she just throw Jackson to me like “he’s amazing, you’re gonna love him” and I DID LOVED HIM so I decided to check on got7 songs to support him and here I am, a kpop mess.

so that’s it, finally lmao! Thanks again for tagging me in everything @sarcasticjuiceboxes​ 🖤 I won’t tag anyone but if you wanna do it, just choose one (or all) of the games, feel free to do it  😉

[blackmadhatter-blog]

Purple Rain

Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today to get through this thing called love… A fucked up word love it means everything and nothing Has no real definition or meaning So when you call up that dick from across the bridge You know the one you go to then feel like shit when you back Fuck it Lets Go Crazy, go mutha fuckin nuts I done lost my mind and don’t even give a fuck I also lost my heart Shits tearing me apart You so good at it make it look like an art Made a tantalizing aroma out of a bean burrito dog fart You ain’t wanna be alone so I said Take Me With U Only if I knew what the fuck you would do Now I’m sitting looking like a retard bleeding Sharks circle and I’m playin in blood and semen Plus the tears You nourish my fears Can’t get your voice out my ears That has any of this meant all these years The Beautiful Ones always play the best games You must love the attention and pussy fame Put my heart to disgrace and shame The none violent purple mutha fucka with no name You must be the kid and I’m Lisa and Wendy I’m tryna give you something real and it’s nothing Or am I the kid and you Apollonia Morris day them otha niggas while Jerome playin social media I hope your face turns Computer Blue After what I do to you Give you permanent change of hue You ain’t black no more. But black and blue I’m tryna keep my cool and not ruin my room Don’t want to sweep all these songs a poem with a broom But that shit obviously don’t matter they only gave me gloom Back hand you off my motorbike so loud like BOOM Or maybe a smack, slap, or splat Whatever you just need a bitch slap I wanna take a nap But I can’t cuz when I call you back You would’ve been everybody’s Darling Nikki And I thought that you was with me I guess that’s just so silly Almost to the point where you should just kill me This ain’t my first rodeo with a promiscuous hoe I must be crazy you see, just can’t let you go Oh no now he’s a cuckold No nigga, just a poor shit with a big soul Thought you knew how love does But you was just fake and good like that one movie with that song about crying doves Do you know what it would like When Doves Cry Do you know what feels like to have cold knives Drilling your back and feelings Hanging lifeless nailed to the ceiling This pretty purple nigga lay dying And again all you hear is does crying Now I’m done calling you a bitch Done making you feel like shit Time for something real Show you how I feel I understand that you lost and confused And you don’t even know what to do with you You say that nobody loves you No one cares about you There’s no one who wants to be there for you No one that takes the time hold your hair for you Well I must be no one, change my name to Noboby Because remember when I said I Would Die 4 U Ever since Germany raped Brazil I stood beside you, to show it’s real Through all the tears and all the pain All the stress all the strain I learned a lot and I still am It’s taking me time to understand Baby I’m tryna be there when you wake up screaming Baby I’m A Star I’ll be right behind you like “Damn right you are!” Every morning be my daily alarm clock Waking up to your self love overstock You can scream it you can holler and yell And I be right there when you love your veil If you married yourself it be the farthest thingy from hell I’m probably your biggest fan if you couldn’t tell I'ma be honest this part is making me cry Tryna write this out through teardrop eyes I’m might sound stupid and simple But it stays in my mental As real as the blood in my veins As real as the love when I’m screaming your name As real as your past is riddled with pain I only want to see you happy and loving yourself In the Purple Rain