#I also like don't use Spotify so rip :(

[vinnymauro]

in order to save some money i am cancelling certain subscriptions and man it hurts a lil.

[lucid-jester]

OHMYGOD MY TIME HAS COME

Please please please reblog this and put in the tags your music recommendations. I’m not talking about big artists and bands either— what’s a niche group, band, or artist that you can’t get enough of? What song or album do you enjoy the most? Why?

[stellophiliac]

how to build a digital music collection and stuff

spotify sucks aaaass. so start downloading shit!!

file format glossary

.wav is highest quality and biggest

.mp3 is very small, but uses lossy compression which means it's lower quality

.flac is smaller than .wav, but uses lossless compression so it's high quality

.m4a is an audio file format that apple uses. that's all i really know

downloading the music

doubledouble.top is a life saver. you can download from a variety of services including but not limited to apple music, spotify, soundcloud, tidal, deezer, etc.

i'd recommend ripping your music from tidal or apple music since they're the best quality (i think apple music gives you lossless audio anyway. .m4a can be both lossy and lossless, but from the text on doubledouble i assume they're ripping HQ files off apple music)

i also love love love cobalt.tools for ripping audio/video from youtube (they support a lot of other platforms too!)

of course, many artists have their music on bandcamp — purchase or download directly from them if you can. bandcamp offers a variety of file formats for download

file conversion

if you're downloading from apple music with doubledouble, it spits out an .m4a file.

.m4a is ok for some people but if you prefer .flac, you may wanna convert it. ffmpeg is a CLI (terminal) tool to help with media conversion

if you're on linux or macOS, you can use parameter expansion to batch convert all files in a folder. put the files in one place first, then with your terminal, cd into the directory and run:

for i in *.m4a; do ffmpeg -i "$i" "${i%.*}.flac"; done

this converts from .m4a to .flac — change the file extensions if needed.

soulseek

another way to get music is through soulseek. soulseek is a peer-to-peer file sharing network which is mainly used for music. nicotine+ is a pretty intuitive (and open-source) client if you don't like the official one.

you can probably find a better tutorial on soulseek somewhere else. just wanted to make this option known

it's bad etiquette to download from people without sharing files of your own, so make sure you've got something shared. also try to avoid queuing up more than 1-2 albums from one person in a row

tagging & organizing your music

tagging: adding metadata to a music file (eg. song name, artist name, album) that music players can recognize and display

if you've ripped music from a streaming platform, chances are it's already tagged. i've gotten files with slightly incorrect tags from doubledouble though, so if you care about that then you might wanna look into it

i use musicbrainz picard for my tagging. they've got pretty extensive documentation, which will probably be more useful than me

basically, you can look up album data from an online database into the program, and then match each track with its file. the program will tag each file correctly for you (there's also options for renaming the file according to a certain structure if you're into that!)

there's also beets, which is a CLI tool for... a lot of music collection management stuff. i haven't really used it myself, but if you feel up to it then they've got extensive documentation too. for most people, though, it's not really a necessity

how you wanna organize your music is completely up to you. my preferred filestructure is:

artist > album > track # track

using a music player

the options for this are pretty expansive. commonly used players i see include VLC, foobar2000, clementine (or a fork of it called strawberry), and cmus (for the terminal)

you can also totally use iTunes or something. i don't know what audio players other systems come with

i personally use dopamine. it's a little bit slow, but it's got a nice UI and is themeable plus has last.fm support (!!!)

don't let the github page fool you, you don't have to build from source. you can find the releases here

click the "assets" dropdown on the most recent release, and download whichever one is compatible with your OS

syncing

if you're fine with your files just being on one device (perhaps your computer, but perhaps also an USB drive or an mp3 player), you don't have to do this

you can sync with something like google drive, but i hate google more than i hate spotify

you can get a free nextcloud account from one of their providers with 2GB of free storage. you can use webDAV to access your files from an app on your phone or other device (documents by readdle has webDAV support, which is what i use)

disroot and blahaj.land are a couple providers i know that offer other services as well as nextcloud (so you get more with your account), but accounts are manually approved. do give them a look though!!

if you're tech-savvy and have an unused machine lying around, look into self-hosting your own nextcloud, or better yet, your own media server. i've heard that navidrome is a pretty good audio server. i unfortunately don't have experience with self-hosting at the moment so i have like zero advice to give here. yunohost seems to be a really easy way to manage a server

afterword

i don't know if any of this is helpful, but i just wanted to consolidate my personal advice in one place. fuck big tech. own your media, they could take it away from you at any moment

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Age gap!Bruce is so in love with his wife, I’m sure that he believes she can’t do nothing wrog. Like, he’s the type to brag about how amazing she’s to everybody.

I love your writing and this scenario in particular has me very interested bc I think is so original. Usually, I don’t like age gap bc writers tend to make reader a little childlike or with no personality, but age gap!reader is so unique that I love her so much.

I like to imagine one of Bruce’s exes, like Selina (I’m sorry, but I always remember how she left him at the altar. I love her but my heart breaks for Bruce) comes back to Gotham and everything is kinda awkward bc yes, they have this weird off and on relationship (they haven’t seen each other for more than a year), not string attached but serious at the same time. And suddenly, he’s married to a fucking pop-star and actress??

Even a one night stand seeing Bruce “the playboy” marrying reader.

I can see this with anyone who used to be in love or having feelings either for Bruce or reader. “That should be me” by Justin Bieber will be in their spotify wrapped

I think it was the hard launch of the YEAR. Everyone will be so shocked by it that it becomes an iconic and part of Gotham’s pop culture. They did an interview and suddenly, the next thing they knew?? They got married at a private ceremony where only close family and friends knew.

"This is a stunt even for you, Bruce," Lois scolded tapping her foot. "Honestly-"

Bruce held his hands up, "The only reason it's public now is because we got caught in public. She was perfectly happy to be a private thing."

"Bruce," she scoffed giving him a look, "I know she's an adult but still. You're old enough to be her dad-"

"Not unless I was 16 when she was born," Bruce snorted, "she's the same age Dick is. Damian is 9-"

Lois rolled her eyes and took a seat, "So what did your kids say?"

"Over all, they were fine with it. If not happy about it. But Jason had to make a scene about me dating his childhood crush and betraying him all over again for dramatic effect. And Damian had to lecture me about the security risk."

"Naturally," Lois said smiling. "Jon said Damian had a lot to say about it. That's how we heard about it."

This time it was Bruce's turn to roll his eyes. "Be nice to her-"

"Are you kidding?" Lois asked, slightly incredulous.

"No-"

"Why would I not be? She's Iconic, honestly."

"And better at managing her image than I am," Bruce chuckled.

"Sad, really," Lois observed dryly. "But also impressive."

"No one knows who she dates, where she donates, no one knows her net worth for sure... honestly if she didn't volunteer the information I'm not even sure I'd know her favorite color."

"I'm not surprised," Lois mused, "After watching her get ripped apart a few years ago."

"I don't-"

"You wouldn't," Loid allowed, "You didn't have editors that wanted you to write think pieces about it. And you didn't work in an office that had a betting pool to her inevitable suicide or addiction spiral."

Bruce winced. He didn't remember it. Not directly, but you'd talked about it. It was part of why he agreed to letting you keep things private. You liked keeping things quiet. A separation between your public face and your private one. It fucked you up. And no one protected you. You'd had to handle it alone- Sure, you had your team but that wasn't the same as having PEOPLE to fall back on.

"I'll be nice," Lois assured him, "Just don't be a creep or I'll sic Clark on you later."

[lexithwrites]

okay, so here once again, my list which is too long

my rosekiller hcs:

- they're both heavily tatted and pierced (evan has snakebites and a stretched septum, barty has a bridge, helix, tongue and maybe d*ck piercing, at least one of them has their nipples pierced)

- they both use reg's netflix and/or spotify account

- stoners

- barty ripped black skinny jeans' crouch jr and evan 'oversized skater blue-jeans' rosier

-barty 'monster energy' crouch jr and evan 'red bull' rosier

- if they live together: their doorlock is broken and they have a chain to close it but don't really care about it because they both loose their keys quite often

- barty curses in italian if he's really REALLY mad and evan finds it fucking attractive

- a bit a more niche one: they go out in bars in the slutties outfits ever and both individually flirt with handsome guys and if they like one they introduce him to the other to take that guy home together if hes down.

- barty the type of guy to walk around with a waterbottle filled with straight vodka and take sips from it as if it were water

- evan wears those tees with the black and white pictures of rappers on it (2pac or smth)

- barty once tried to dye his hair blonde but it fried his hair so he had to get a buzzcut

- pandora retwists evs locks

- barty wants people to call him bj because of his initials (bcj) and he doesnt like the 'crouch' cuz it reminds him of his dad. (and also the meaning of bj yk)

- barty calls evan ev, evs, rose or rosie

- if evan had lived today he would have listened to new school rap (like carnival or fe!n)

- barty would listen to måneskin, fall out boy or 21pilots

- evan has a sneaker/shoe collection

- they're into kinky (also leather) shit

yeah sorry its very very long but they are my current hyperfixation if you didn't notice... but these are just MY headcannons so feel free to disagree <3

Anon I want to kiss your brain THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY I’ve had a shit day today and rosekiller hcs ugh beautiful every single thing is a big yes from me especially Barty calling himself BJ I love, and Evan is a sucker for his Italian coming out—and them dressing slutty UGH

[dustisus]

Assigning the Foxes songs from my Spotify Wrapped based on their numbers (and whether I think the song fits them)

inspired by @odetojupiter !

1 - Dan - The Feminine Urge by The Last Dinner Party

Oh, pull your boots on, boys And push me down I'm only here for your entertainment

I am a dark red liver stretched out on the rocks All the poison, I convert it and I turn it to love Here comes the feminine urge, I know it so well To nurture the wounds my mother held

[...]

Failure to commit to the role, I admit Was a failure you achieved on your own Do you want me to care when you just disappear? I can't win them all (I can't win them all)

I do think this song fits her. "Only here for your entertainment" fits well with her work as a stripper, and the rest about her role as the person who has to keep the Foxes together. Maybe not by love, but by force, thus "Do you want me to care when you just disappear? I can't win them all"

2 - Kevin - On Your Side by The Last Dinner Party

I wish I didn't want you Wish I could do without This blood on my face Where you teeth sunk in Bite me again

When it's 4 AM And your heart is breaking I will hold your hands To stop them from shaking If it takes all night I will be on your side

Kevjean anthem. "Where your teeth sunk in, bite me again"? Jean 'I will rip your throat out with my teeth' Moreau, I see you. And then the refrain is so soft.

3 - Andrew - Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan

You can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth

Besides this line, which is basically a quote from Neil, I don't really see it.

4 - Matt - Francesca by Hozier

Do you think I'd give up That this might've shook the love from me Or that I was on the brink? How could you think, darling, I'd scare so easily? Now that it's done There's not one thing that I would change My life was a storm, since I was born How could I fear any hurricane?

I can see this part said to Matt by Dan. The whole song also has a feeling of devout, fought-for love that I can find in their relationship.

5 - Aaron - Pink Pony Club by Chappell Roan

Won't make my mama proud, it's gonna cause a scene

[...]

And you dance at the club Oh mama, I'm just having fun

You know I was gonna say no, this song can't be related to Aaron. But Aaron has dreams (of being a doctor, not a dancer) that his mom ridiculed. And he DOES dance at the club. So... it fits a little?

6 - Seth - Nothing Matters by The Last Dinner Party

I hope they never understand us

I put my heart inside your palms My home in your arms Now we know nothing matters Nothing matters

There is a bit of the tragedy of Seth Gordon here, but I don't know.

7 - Allison - Nothing Works by Declan McKenna

I feel wrong, I feel rehearsed I try to fix myself but nothing works I sing the song, and you didn't like the words I try to fix myself but nothing, nothing Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing Nothing, nothing, nothing works

This does not fit with the Allison from the canon at all, as canon Allison is so strong-willed. But maybe she did want to change and fit in with her family before. I don't feel strongly about this one though.

8 - Nicky - Too Sweet by Hozier

You keep telling me to live right To go to bed before the daylight But then you wake up for the sunrise You know you don't gotta pretend, baby, now and then

Don't you just wanna wake up, dark as a lake? Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze? If you're drunk on life, babe, I think it's great

This doesn't really fit with Nicky x Erik. It fits insanely well if it were about Nicky x Kevin though, but I feel like no one's really ready for that.

9 - Renee - Flea by St. Vincent

Once I'm in, you can't get rid of me

Yeah this doesn't really work for Renee at all, according to me. But according to Renee, I don't know. Based on her saying she's a bad person trying very hard to be a good person, I'm not really sure about how she perceives herself or her motivations.

10 - Neil - Burn Alive by The Last Dinner Party

I am not the girl I set out to be Let me make my grief a commodity Do what I can to survive There is candle wax melting in my veins So I keep myself standing in your flames Burn, burn me alive

Have to say there is a lot of burning of Neil. But besides that, this song does not fit him.

11 - Jeremy - Stick Season by Noah Kahan

Now I am stuck between my anger and the blame that I can't face

[...]

So I thought that if I piled something good on all my bad That I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from dad

(I think) Jeremy has canonically not had a real relationship so I don't think this fits him. But those three lines relate to some headcanons I might have about his past.

29 - Jean - Nobody's Soldier by Hozier

Choose between being a salesman or a soldier Just let me look a little older, let me step a little bolder Choose between being a butcher or a pauper Honey, I'm taking no orders, I'm gonna be nobody's soldier

*Sigh*, maybe someday. Really though I find this song a bit too political to relate to Jean.

If you read all of this, thank you so much. If you disagree with any of my opinions about whether the songs fit them, please tell me! I can be convinced otherwise

[gremlin-girly]

🚀 Space Cakes 🚀

Banner by me, made in Canva w/ Jake's and the brownie's pics sourced on Pinterest. The specific brownie is a called cosmic brownie and I highly recommend you try them (fudgy brownies with m&ms/smarties!!)

Jake Jensen x curvy!f!reader

WARNING: This fic not only contains smut but also consumption/use of marujuana. If that's not your bread and butter (or if you are a minor) please do not read. Not beta'd and I don't give permission for my work to be reposted, translated, copied or put through AI!

Additional Warnings/tags: Jake being high, Jake being a dork, Jake being adorable, friends to lovers bc I can't help myself, breast/nipple play, oral (f recieving), vaginal fingering, clit play/teasing, squirting, p-in-v (wrap it!!), creampie, sofa sex again (woo!), overstimulation, crying from overstimulation, (accidental) pleasure!dom!Jake, pussy drunk Jake (when is he not though?), needy Jake, multiple orgasm (RIP your sofa), dub-con kinda, petnames (baby, sweetheart), lil bit of possessiveness teehee

Summary: After eating two brownies, Jake goes on a trip with you by his side.

Word count: 4.8k

Dividers by: @/thecutestgrotto Banners by: @/saradika-graphics

A/N: The image on the left is that of a cosmic brownie (and you can find the recipe for said picture here) since space cakes tend to be any cake variety. This was the first fic I wrote for the collection, but Ari one the poll. ENJOY 😈Forget-me-not Blues will be out tomorrow xxx

Also, not an ad, but if you guys wanna smell like cinnamon rolls - Mallows beauty cinnamon swirl body oil. It's sparkly and smells divine... and was the inspiration for this ;)

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Three day weekends were your favourite thing in the world. You'd wake up late, make yourself your favourite breakfast before beginning your self care ritual.

Occasionally, it starts with baking a batching of extra special brownies; if there's none left in your freezer. Boring box mix elevated with a shot of coffee, eggs and extra chocolate chips. Not forgetting your melted cannabutter to make them special.

Once the brownies are out of the oven and marked into twelve equal squares, you can go about enjoying the rest of your day, starting with your weed-kend ritual.

The ritual begins with you washing your face with warm water before picking out a face mask whilst your brownies bake. Today, you choose a bentonite clay mask that smells like a strawberry milkshake, setting a timer to wash it off and take your brownies from the oven.

Then you go upstairs to shower. You give yourself the works; washing and conditioning your hair with a hair mask, shaving your legs and underarms. You're singing along to more of your favourite songs as you wait for the timer for your hair, thinking of how to plan the rest of your day. You'd get out the shower, moisturise, maybe paint your nails and set up a movie before eating a brownie and ordering a big, fat take out when the munchies kicked in.

Oh these long weekends were good.

If only you had someone to share them with.

When you exit the steamy shower you notice a text on your phone from your friend Jake

Jensen 12:06

Hey! Hope your weekend is going well so far 🤠 Could I stop by later and drop off the games you lent me? They were a hit with the guys 🤠😎

You smile down at your phone. Seeing friends on your long weekends wasn't uncommon but today you'd wanted very limited social interaction and with Jake around it was unlikely to happen.

However, this was also Jake. Your favourite person in the world who loved using cowboy emojis and making you laugh. So long as he stopped by before you planned to scoff a brownie you'd be okay. Maybe you'd even offer him one.

You 12:08

Sure. Stop by before 5pm and I'll be here. ☺️

Jensen 12:08

:-)

You snort at his response and open your Spotify to your favourite mix of songs and pick up your new body oil from your bedside table. Cinnamon Swirl body oil smelled as good as it sounded and now you did too.

Once oiled and smelling divine you reach for your fluffy pyjama shorts and tank, feeling like the human equivalent to a pastry; fluffy, warm and smelling oh-so delicious, you headed downstairs to watch a movie while you waited patiently for Jake to arrive.

Jake arrives around three in the afternoon.

You're greeted by his smiling face when you open the door.

"Hey you," You grin, stepping aside to let him in.

"Hey." He bundles inside, almost tripping as he's distracted by your ass in your pyjama shorts as you close the door behind him.

You hold out your arms for the board games. "Gimme those, I'll go put 'em upstairs."

"You sure?" He asks as he places them into your arms, suppressing a shiver when your hands brush his. You peek up over the boxes at him. Even in your PJs you looked so damn adorable.

"Sure I'm sure. You know where the kitchen is, get yourself a soda or something." You wink, heading up the stairs with the boxes. "I'll be two minutes!"

Jake wanders into your small kitchen like he'd done so many times before, thinking about how he should broach the topic of asking you on a date. You were good together; he liked spending time with you, you liked spending time with him. Any little excuse he could use to see you he'd take it and anything to see that sweet smile of yours he'd gladly do.

The scent of brownies pulled him away from his thoughts of you and leaning past the fridge door he spotted the chocolatey goodness that seemed angelically highlighted before him. Your baking was top notch and the last brownies he'd had hadn't lasted two days in his home. He closed the fridge and picked up one; chomping it in two bites.

The face Jake pulled at the flavour was a cross between a grimace and utter disgust. It was thick and strong; all the excellent elements of a good brownie but tainted with a sickening taste that made him want to throw up.

So he ate a second in case it was just one bad brownie.

The result was exactly the same, unsurprising to everyone but his lovely self, but whilst he was contemplating how brownies could be this bad you reappeared from your board-game-putting-away duties.

"Jake," you begin eyes widening as you look at the brownie tray. "How many did you eat?"

"Oh... heh... well-"

"How many?" You urge growing more panicked.

"Like two. I think." He shrugs sheepishly. "Sorry, you know I love your baking."

"Ohmygod." You groan, covering your face with your hands. So much for a quiet weekend.

"I'm sorry Y/N. Were they special or something? I can help you make more." You peek at Jake through your fingers and he looks wrecked thinking he's upset you and you bite back a grin.

"Oh, they were special alright." You say, hiding your smile with a hand. "They were space cakes."

Jake blinks at you in confusion and you roll your eyes playfully.

"They're weed brownies, Jake."

His mouth hangs open, he points to the brownies, to you and then himself in a dramatic miming of "Them? For you? I ate them?"

"Um... okay." Jake sighs, hands on his hips. "I didn't want to tell you they tasted gross so I'm glad there's a reason."

"Why did you eat two then?" You snort and Jake smiles.

"I thought the second one would taste nicer."

You shake your head at him with a grin; your worry slowly fading. Jake would probably feel funny but ultimately fall asleep and you tell him as much.

"I've got plenty of snacks too, but maybe we can order a pizza when you get the munchies."

Jake nods, exhaling loudly. "Hooo boy. Okay. This is fine."

"Hey," you pat his bicep reassuringly and give him a smile. "I'll be with you the entire time. I'll stay sober and watch over you."

Jakes nervous smile falters as he takes a deep breath, admiring the features of your face. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Thanks."

An hour later, Jake's brain was a smushed mess.

You'd insisted he lie on the sofa which started off as him lying one end and you on the other but over the course of the hour, he’d entirely encroached on your personal space. He’d ended up with his arms wrapped around you as he lay on top of you, anchoring himself to you and you'd allowed it because, well, you wanted him to be as calm and comfortable as possible since he was in for a wild ride tonight.

And because was the most perfect weighted blanket in the history of ever.

You'd put on some random comedy although, honestly, you weren't paying much attention. Your legs were tangled beneath Jake's with one hand resting against his back, the other absently raking through his blond spikes. This was a different kind of high altogether.

Survive the night, you tell yourself, admiring the man snuggled on top of you. Then figure out next steps.

Giggles erupted out of Jake suddenly, startling you from your thoughts.

"What are you laughing at?" You chuckle, running a hand through his hair absently. Jake's giggles only come harder, his whole body shaking as he snorts against you. Jake pants trying to catch his breath but starts laughing again as soon as he opens his mouth to speak.

You're grinning down at him now, his laughter is infectious and you're trying so hard to hold back your own laugh to figure out what set him off. However, when he buries his face into your chest to suppress a howl of laughter it immediately sets you off.

Your body begins to shake as you start laughing along with him. "What?"

His laughter dies down and he heaves heavy breaths as he looks up at you, red faced and grinning goofily with tear streaks running down his face.

"I don't know." He whispers, stifling another giggle. "That guy in the movie fell over and it - it -" He buries his face again to stop himself from laughing, only small giggles slipping through.

You chuckle a little and go back to stroking his hair. Jake sighs heavily as your fingers delicately massage the crown of his head. His face is half turned to watch the TV with puffy eyes and he's moulded his body to yours, his cheek squished against your boobs.

"Your boobs are comfy." He comments nonchalantly.

"Thank you." You grin, allowing your heart one little skip of excitement before turning back to the movie. After a few moments, Jake speaks again.

"Why haven't we done this before?"

"Done what? Get high together?"

"No," he huffs softly. "Cuddle."

"Well, I guess we've never really - um - talked about it."

"We can talk about it now."

Your lips twitch upwards. "You won't remember."

"Will too."

"Jake." You warn.

"Y/N." He sasses back. "You're comfy. I'm comfy. Your boobs are soooo comfy." He nuzzles against them, face first. His nose brushes along the edge of your tank, nudging the swell of your breast.

Your skin explodes into gooseflesh and your try to focus yourself, chanting that's he's not in his right mind over and over in your head. You genuinely think it won't go further; you know what it's like to admire soft things when you're high, which is why you were in fuzzy pyjamas to begin with. But when you feel his lips press a kiss against your skin you squeak.

"Jake!"

"Huh?" He looks up at you slowly, his brain in a daze. You're blushing furiously and you can feel warmth grow where it definitely shouldn't be right now. "What? You smell so good too."

When you don't argue with him he sinks further down your body, trailing tender kisses down your chest to the small exposure of skin between your pyjama top and the waistband of your fuzzy pyjama shorts that hug your hips.

"Cinnamony and warm and soft." He murmurs between kisses "Like a cinnamon roll."

He nuzzles against your skin, his goatee tickling you and making you squeal with laughter. Jake's hands run down your sides to hold your hips, keeping you in place. You can feel the cool metal of his glasses against your skin, and how he's smiling as he peppers more kisses along your stomach, on every inch of skin he can find.

"Jake." You sigh his name as your head falls back against the arm of the sofa. You can't tell if you want him to stop or continue, each kiss making your skin tingle and your stomach swoop.

You shriek in surprise when his hot tongue glides up to your sternum, pushing your shirt up with him.

Jake smacks his lips with confused delight. "You taste like one too."

Giggling, you cup his cheeks in your palms, guiding his face to look at you. He melts into your palms, letting his cheeks push up so he can give you a dopey chipmunk expression that earns him another laugh. Behind his glasses his blue eyes are red-rimmed and glisten with adoration when they meet yours. Your heart beats frantically as you try to smile sweetly at him.

"Fuck it." You huff. "C'mere."

You cup his face and bring it closer to yours, smashing your lips against his hungrily. To your surprise, Jake doesn't seem shocked, immediately melting into the kiss as if it were second nature; like you'd be doing this for a lot longer than thirty seconds. His goatee tickles at your skin but you're too lost in his taste, the scent of his funky aftershave fills your nostrils but on your tongue he tastes like chocolate and weed. It's a strange combination of flavours but you think it just might be your new favourite.

Jake's hands wander up and down your sides as he shifts on top of you, eagerly kissing you back. Tonight was going better than planned. The cotton-wool-brain that edibles gave you was nothing compared to the high Jake was giving you. You shift your legs against his, the rough of his jeans against your soft oiled legs a delicious contrast, especially when you can feel how hard, and big, his cock is as he lies on top of you.

"Ah fuck, I always imagined you'd taste sweet." Jake murmurs against your lips, pushing his body into yours.

"Really?" You giggle back, biting your lips to hold back a smug grin.

Jake nods enthusiastically, dislodging his glasses so they hang haphazardly off his face. You fix them for him as he continues to talk, smoothing your hands across his face.

"And if I'm right about that," He mumbles against your lips. "Then I bet I'm right about you having the sweetest pussy on the planet too."

"Christ," you sigh, feeling your clit throb at his confession. Jake lifts his head slightly, his expression is sheepish but his skin is fire engine red with embarrassment.

"Aw, shit. Sorry. That was supposed to stay inside my head."

"That's alright." You peck his lips again and wiggle your hips to get comfortable beneath him, his cock nestled against your thighs and stomach. "Keep going."

Jake let's out a breathy sigh as you shift. "I can?"

You nod and he breaks into a grin, fixing his position, cementing you against his body as he moves to kiss you again; hands freely wandering and groping all flesh it can find. His hands inch higher and higher until he's finally able to graze a pebbled nipple under your top. You jump at the sensation with a short gasp hearing a murmured "Sorry" from Jake as he does it again before cupping your tit entirely and giving it a squeeze.

Jake's hand continues to squeeze and massage your tits before he drags his thumbs across your nipples as he kisses you, repeating the motion over and over when you moan into the kiss, watching your eyes flutter against your flushed rosy cheeks.

When you stifle a moan, he tweaks it instead, watching your face contort with pleasure. He continues for a while, teasing your nipples and cupping the soft flesh until he pinches a little too hard.

"Ow," you hiss when he pinches too hard, grimacing slightly. It half snaps you out of your growing stupor.

"'M sorry, baby." Jake coos. "Here, let me kiss it better."

Before you can stop him, his head is under your top kissing and sucking at your abused nipple, his other hand capturing your unattended tit and squeezing it like he had for your left. One of your hands threads into his hair, the other grips his shoulder as he swirls your nipple with his tongue. Lustful brain fog starts to creep in as you shift under him again, arching your back slightly as he continues to shower your tits with attention.

"What? Your boobs are so perfect. Just had to kiss 'em." He pecks at your left nipple before going to your right. "I've always wanted to suck 'em too."

"Jake." You pant, squeaking as he tweaks your right nipple now, grazing his thumb over the hard nub. He releases your left breast with a wet pop and when he raises his head to look at you, you can see his shiny spit all over your skin. The cool air of the room doesn't help the hardness of your nipples nor does Jake's continuous squeezing.

You let out a long sigh trying to compose yourself but the need for him is becoming too overwhelming to ignore. After the way he's made your panties a mess just by sucking your tits, you don't think you could refuse him anything else; especially with how with tongue had swirled around your nipple...

He mumbles something into your tits that you can't make out and you look down at him.

"Hmm?"

"Eat. You. Out." He breathes, peeking up at you, his glasses fogged with condensation. "Please? I just wanna taste."

"Christ, Jensen." You hiss but his eyes don't leave yours. "You're high as a kite this can't be a good idea."

"If you think I'll regret it in the morning, just ask me to do it again." He pleads with a pouting expression. "Hell, I'd let you sit on my face all day if you asked me."

You stare at him wide eyed. Your chest constricts and you can feel said pussy squeezes around nothing.

"Really?"

"Really really." He looks up at you dreamily. "I love thinking about how hot you'd look cumming over my face."

Your chest thuds and you swallow thickly, trying to remind yourself not to think with your clit right now. However, as always, Jake has to open his big mouth again. "Oh. Oops." Jake says blinking slowly. "That was another inside thought I think." When Jake gives you another one of those cute, goofy smiles your resolve crumbles. Your poor pussy is aching for his cock and you are in no position to be turning it down. Plus he did say please.

You sigh and nod. "O-okay. Sure."

Jake's demeanour suddenly shifts up a gear, far more excited than you'd ever seen him and it makes heat rise up your neck.

"You're sure?" He asks, squeezing at your hips.

"You said I could ask you to do it again," You tease back quietly, your cheeks burning so hot you could most definitely fry eggs on them. "I think I may take you up on it if you're good."

Jake's nostrils flare and his eyes blow into saucers. "I did. I meant it. I swear to God 'm gonna make you feel so good baby."

Jake wastes no time in tugging your pyjama shorts down to your ankles along with your damp panties. As he moves your legs out wider, on impulse you keep them closed causing Jake to pout at you. You can feel the cool air kissing at your thighs and your clit tingles when you think about how not only will Jake see your leaking cunt but taste it too.

"I can't eat when your legs are closed." Jake whines, pushing at your knees gently. "Open up."

His eyes are pleading but he's still being so sweet that you concede with a small smile. As your legs fall open before him, you catch the hungry look he's giving your pussy and the way he licks his lips. He's practically drooling at the sight, sending shockwaves of pleasure to all of the right places. "You okay?" You ask when he's not moved.

His eyes flicker to yours. "Yeah. You just -..." He trails and shrugs off a small laugh. "You've got the prettiest pussy I've ever seen."

Heat surges and you fight back a slew of curses at the compliment.

"Right now it's all yours."

"I... Yeah, I know." He sounds so bewildered, even when he drags an index finger through your warm folds up towards your clit. You gasp at the suddenness, but it quickly devolves into panting when he begins to circle your clit with his thumb. your body jerks at his touch but takes seconds for you to unravel. Clearly, him making out with you and playing with your tits had you wound up so much you were ready to cum already.

Jake shuffles down, kissing each of your thighs before swiping his tongue the same way his finger had. His strong arms loop under your thighs and hold them open as he laps at your cunt like there's no tomorrow.

"Oh fuck yes." He rumbles against your clit. "So sweet for me."

He latches onto your clit before you can respond, suckling gently at first before rolling your sensitive pearl on his tongue. He only ever breaks to drag breathy stripes up your slit before burying himself back at your clit. You cum so quickly you don't even know it's happening until your hips jerk upwards into his mouth and you shout his name, not that it deters Jake in the slightest, who continues to sweetly kiss and lick your dripping hole and clit like they're the best dessert he could have asked for. His arms push you thighs apart further so he can make out with your pussy at a far better angle.

You're back on edge moments later, gripping his short blond hair like a lifeline when you cum again, his arms stopping you from wriggling away from him when the pleasure becomes too overwhelming for you to handle. You can half hear your own voice moaning his name mixed with curses as your back arches off the sofa and you almost cum a third time when you feel a finger slip inside you, curling against that spongy spot.

Sweat makes your hair stick to your skin and you can't focus as Jake keeps you on that edge longer this time. Time has bled away and you've completely surrendered yourself to this position; the pleasure almost too much with your clit throbbing angrily, begging for another release.

"Jake pleeease." You whine desperately, your need for orgasm orgasm growing as he sucks and slurps at your clit noisily.

"I know, I know." He mumbles, licking through your folds. "I'm being greedy. I want another one."

Your eyes roll so far back you're sure you see the puddle your brain has become. He slips another finger into your cunt, not only curling both fingers but pumping them vigorously, forcing you to cum hard over his face and fingers with a keen of his name.

Without removing his fingers, relishing in how your pussy convulses around his fingers, he sits back to admire his handiwork. You're a hot mess. Your cunt is shiny with cum and spit but Jake's eyes are wide with a drunken hunger, licking his lips as his thumb brushes over your swollen clit. You moan loudly and your pussy twitches and trembles at his touch, just like how his cock does at the sight and sound of you.

No words are needed as Jake undoes his belt with one hand, easily working the fly of his jeans down too. The touch of your hand on his hard cock makes him hiss as you help him guide it to your drenched cunt. You both suck in a breath at the same time as the head of his cock breaches your tight hole and Jake stops.

"Fuck...." He whispers, looming over your body. "Jesus Christ I might cum already. You feel amazing." When he bottoms out fully, he looks down to your connected bodies, his cock twitching against your velvet walls and you struggle to keep your moans to yourself.

"Look at that baby," he coos. "You're a perfect fit."

Your eyes flutter, hands blindly reaching for his shoulders to pull him back to you. Your eyes meet his and you're done for, fingers curling into the hair on the nape of his neck as you drag him down to meet your lips in a hungry kiss. He swallows every sound you offer him, beginning to move his hips against yours in a steady motion. His tongue tastes like your cum and a hint of chocolate and it drives you feral, hooking a leg over his hips to allow him deeper into your aching pussy. You know it won't take long to cum again and tell him as much.

"Keep making all those pretty noises." He urges, trailing kisses along your neck. "Be nice and loud for me."

You keen his name helplessly, eyes half lidded in ecstastatic pleasure, clawing at his back and squeezing his hips with your legs.

"Hey now," Jake trails kisses against your neck and you can feel the curve of his smile against your skin. "No fair. I can feel your pussy milking me and trying to make me cum."

"Mmhmm, made for your cock." You whimper pathetically, thoughts running wild with lust, hands clawing blindly at his back under his cartoon tee. "Just please please please cum."

"Made for me, huh?" Jake sighs wistfully, filling you to the brim slowly enjoying the way your ruined cunt still spasms and welcomes him in. "Damn fuckin' straight you are."

Your pussy convulses at his cursing, so unused to hearing filthy, possessive praise tumble from his lips. You're used to his terrible flirting, to his cheesy pick up lines and his general dorkiness that made your heart flutter. His awkwardness was what made Jake Jake.... but this side of him had your pussy soaked and brain mangled beyond comprehension. You were feral for this confident rendition of the guy you'd been crushing on.

"Jake I can't take anymore please," you beseech him, torn between sobbing at the overstimulation and cumming again. "Please cum!"

"Just like that," He growls, rutting into you harder, the continuous schlick of his cock repeatedly burying itself deep within your soaked, ruined pussy making you squeeze harder and moan loudly.

"Gimme one more, baby." Jake urges, fucking into you faster and peppering your dazed face with soft kisses. "One more and I promise I'll cum with you."

"Mmngh - please."

"Uh huh. You've been so patient, I've just gotta have one more so I can fill you up."

"Oh fuck!" you grip his shoulders like a vice as your orgasm wracks your body so hard all the breath is stolen from your lungs. Your cunt gushes and your thighs tremble, your moan sounding more like a choked sob of Jake's name. As promised Jake follows not long after with a loud groan, painting your walls white and letting your pussy milk him dry before collapsing on top of you, heaving breaths.

You're half dazed, the heat of the room unbearable. You need about three dozen cold showers to wash away the sin your bodies have wreaked.

And maybe a new sofa.

"Oh man," Jake mumbles, his body radiating heat and a silky sheen of sweat. "You felt - You were -"

He takes a shaky inhale and sighs, sinking further onto you, his softening cock still nestled inside you. His brain was clearly struggling to keep up with everything that had just transpired and you chuckle, wrapping your arms loosely around his torso and melting into the sofa.

You're pretty sure you both fall asleep for a good twenty minutes, although since you weren't timing how long Jake was fucking you for and your phone wasn't in reach it may have been even longer.

When you finally blink awake, you still feel bone-tired and legless, not helped by Jake's weight on you.

"We should shower." You whisper after a few moments, drawing circles over Jake's back, his head nestled between your boobs.

"Mmh. Probably." He says, voice quiet and muffled. You peek down and start to grin.

"You don't want to move do you?"

"No. I'm comfy."

"Even if I said we'd shower together?"

Jake untangles himself from you quickly and helps you to your feet, keeping you steady when your jellified legs wobble. With his hands in a gentle grasp around your waist he follows you upstairs to the bathroom, his hands never leaving your hips and the both of you smiling stupidly.

Turning on the shower is slightly more difficult when there's soft kisses to your shoulders and neck distracting you and any playful swats are wilfully ignored. Warm water streams down your bodies and you can't remember the last time you felt so relaxed until today; even with a space cake.

Jake's kisses make their way to your cheeks and the arms around you constrict a little tighter, making you giggle gleefully and your heart thunder slowly, your body too tired for any more excitement.

"Hey you," you chuckle dreamily, leaning back into him. "You've just had your fill."

"I know," he sighs, resting his head on your shoulder. "But I just can't get enough of you."

You peek a glance at him when he squeezes you and burst into laughter. In his excitement to shower with you he'd forgotten to remove his glasses, and they'd fogged up, making him look extra goofy.

"What?" He pouts. "I'm being honest!"

"No, goofball." You snort, gently pulling his glasses off his nose. "You looked stupid with your glasses all fogged up."

"Oh," he bites back a dopey smile and blinks water out of his eyes.

"I can't get enough of you either." You add quietly, standing on tip toes to kiss his lips sweetly.

"You can't?" He beams down at you, eyes twinkling.

You nod firmly. "Nope and I'm very glad you fucked my brains out. I say we watch another movie and cuddle... actually maybe we should put a towel down first."

"Ah but Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm really hungry." Jake looks sheepishly at you. "Can we order some pizza now?"

End

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blue side of the sky (lmh) | 12.5 [cloudy days] chan

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—12.5 [CLOUDY DAYS] chan's thoughts

—WORD COUNT: 0.9k

—ON ROTATION: w.a.y.s - jhené aiko

Chan remembers the first time he met you. He was playing around with some beats on his mini turntable, while Seungmin was organizing his side of the room. There was a bathroom that connected their room to Minho and Jisung's room, and they always left those doors open when it wasn't in use— just to help both rooms get acquainted over time. He could hear your voice echoing through the bathroom, loud laughters erupting from you, Jisung and Minho. Chan doesn't like to be in people's business, so he continued to play around with his beats. It wasn't until you popped into the room a few minutes later, ripping Chan's attention away from his laptop.

And he remembers that twinkle in your eyes just like yesterday.

☁︎ FLASHBACK

"Y/N! Come back and stop bothering them!" Jisung harshly says from their room.

"Chill out, I'm just gonna say hi to your suitemates and come back." You bite back.

"Babe. They might be busy." Minho adds, making you sigh and roll your eyes as you continue your walk through the bathroom and into Chan and Seungmin's room. Chan's eyes immediately land on you, while Seungmin adjusts his shirt after reorganizing his shelves.

"Hi! I'm Y/N. Jisung's bestfriend, Minho's girlfriend." You smile brightly, eyes holding the galaxy as you look at them with warmth. "I thought I'd introduce myself. Hope I'm not a bother."

"No, not at all." You giggle and turn back to Jisung and Minho with a quick 'see.' "Chan." Chan reaches out to shake your hand.

"Seungmin!" Seungmin waves. "Heard lots about you already."

"Good things, I hope."

"Do you live on this floor, too?" Chan asks.

"No." You chuckle. "Two floors up." 

"Nice."

"Well, I'll probably be in their room a lot. Hope you don't mind me popping in from time to time." Chan laughs and shakes his head.

"No, not at all."

"I heard you working on some beats though, maybe you can show me some next time?"

"R-really?" Chan stutters a bit, surprised at your interest in what he does.

"Yeah, of course! I always thought it was pretty cool."

"I can show you a bit of what I'm working on now, if you aren't busy."

"Not at all! I'd love to hear it." You smile and lean onto Chan's bed, listening to him explain what his thought process has been.

☁︎ END

Ever since then, you've always graced him and Seungmin with your presence— bringing them food to eat, or simply greeting them with enthusiasm and positivity. It's one of the things he really liked about you. It was easy to click with you and get along with you. Whenever he was hanging out with you and Minho, he never felt like a third-wheel; which, surprisingly, is something that bothers Chan because he just wants to be able to hang out with his friends without feeling like he needs to excuse himself. You were always down to do anything and everything, always accompanying him on random fast food runs, grocery runs, always sending him good vibes before important milestones.

You always had that huge, beautiful twinkle in your eyes.

He does believe in people making mistakes. After all, everyone is human and deserves a chance to do learn and do better. But, he would be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed in Minho. Of course he was. He was disappointed in Minho for letting Kat get in the way. He doesn't know every single detail about your relationship, but he was sure there were other ways to fix things instead of giving up and running to another person for.. what, exactly? Consoling? Validation? Especially while you were in the hospital— Chan will never understand it, but who was he to dictate how Minho lived his life? He could hate his friend for it, but he could also continue to hope and push for him to do better.

He is sad for the way things turned out. 

Everything is sad, unfair; sadly unfair.

Even then, you never really lost the twinkle in your eyes. Even when Minho hurt you, even when you've questioned your worth and where you've gone wrong. You never lost the twinkle in your eyes, and Chan is thankful for having you; a constant that has adapted in ever-changing conditions.

Chan is still sad for the way things are turning out.

He wishes he could do more to be there for you, to help you, to bring back that twinkle in your eyes. The twinkle in your eyes isn't necessarily gone, no— moreso just a little lost, a little misguided. And there isn't anything wrong with that. He just hopes it'll fully come back. He hopes you'll still have the same twinkle in your eyes when the boys finally tell you what has happened, he hopes you'll still have the same twinkle in your eyes when you find out the hurt you've been through, the mistakes that have led to everything now.

He doesn't really know where to place himself. Every day, he feels lost. Torn. Not sure which way to turn when it comes to you, to Jisung and to Minho. He keeps quiet and tries to distance himself enough because he feels lost. Though, he understands Jisung's need to keep this tucked away until you're ready. He understands the feelings that are resurfacing for Minho. He understands why he, himself, is going along with this. He is doing this because he hopes you find that twinkle in your eyes again. 

He hopes you will find it in yourself to pull through and find the strength to continue on when the truth comes out. He hopes you will find it in yourself to forgive everyone for trying to help you— help you find that same twinkle in your eyes before the accident, before all the pain, before all the hurt.

Everything is just.. unfair. Sadly unfair.

But, he hopes you find the twinkle in your eyes again.

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how long can you stand the heat || ot7

Warnings: Uhhh, none I think? Non-graphical smut and slight angst, but that's pretty much it for now since I'm still crafting the next part, and some curse words lmao.

I won't control you, but MDNI. This is not for you, please.

Pairings: OT7/(F) Reader, Jackson Wang/(F) Reader

Plot: The one where your soulmates don't want you in their life, so you give them what they want and stay out of their way.

Genre: not really unrequited love (but they're all idiots), mutual pining, angst, denial of feelings, poly ot7

How do you think I'm going to get along

Without you when you're gone?

You took me for everything that I had

And kicked me out on my own.

Are you happy? Are you satisfied?

How long can you stand the heat?

Out of the doorway the bullets rip

To the sound of the beat.

mixtape: all i have left to give - part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - ending 1

I originally posted this on ao3 last April but I've just recently thought, "why not post this on tumblr now that i'm using it again after a few years?"

this fic is v self-serving, and was brought to you by my ✨maladaptive daydreams✨

first fic i posted here. idek what im doing but lezzgawwww

Title obviously came from AOBTD. Thank you, Sir John Deacon. You are heaven-sent for making this iconic and legendary bop.

This will be a part of a multi-fic series and i've already crafted 80/90-ish% of the next part im so sorry my mind isn't cooperating rn

✨️

God must be testing your patience.

I mean sure, you might not also be sure that there is indeed a god out there somewhere. However, you must have pissed off some deity or you had pissed on some old man of the mound. Either way, you don't care. You're pissed off now, too.

You see when they rejected you and asked (read: avoided you like the plague until Sejin spoke with you) not to speak or interact with them, you respected their wishes. It stung, but it's not really surprising.

It's not a secret that the seven of them are soulmates, polyamorous soulbonds not even a rarity in and out of the industry. However, it's also not a secret that they're very exclusive and don't let too many (if any) other people in their circle because of the things they had to endure as a group. It makes sense that they wouldn't want a new person intruding and messing with their dynamics, soulmate or not.

(deep down you want to say it doesn't make sense. you're their soulmate, why can't they accept you like that? but there's still nothing you can do, isn't there?)

And so, you delegated all your tasks related to their group to your most trusted employees completely and avoided them at all costs. And by 'at all costs', you mean everything. You even deleted all their songs on your playlists and blocked them on social media (even on Spotify). You can co-exist with them without interacting, although it makes your chest ache through the bond because of the soul rejection like a 24/7 acid relapse.

It's fine. You can ignore all that. You can handle rejection. You've been used to this since you were a kid; adult you can handle this.

Soul rejection side effects? Nothing meds and doctors can't fix. Technology has never been more advanced and all that jazz.

You're a mature person, and you pride yourself on that. You don't like confrontations that much and would rather step back as much as you can to disengage. If your soulmates don't want anything to do with you, then you'll back off.

But you sometimes wonder if they can feel it too, the soul strings fraying and slowly decaying. After shit went down, it's bouts of nausea and dizziness, and constant chest aches for you. That's not even half of it. It'll take a whole day for you to list all your symptoms.

If they do feel it, does it add to their list of reasons why they hate your existence? You mean, they had been borderline antagonistic since your first meeting, cold but civil at best.

It was a contrast to the way the tiny soul marks on each of your fingers glowed on your first meeting even until after Taehyung and Yoongi fled in what you can guess is disbelief and refusal, the others following suit. The warmth in your hands felt scorching, and you had never wanted to scrub them with water in your life then more than you ever did, your chest beating hard and painfully. You remember feeling like someone slashed your insides with a hot knife, and it has never stopped being in pain ever since.

What else were you supposed to think other than they hate you?

Not wanting to risk another embarrassing conversation with Sejin (bless his heart), you decided to book an appointment and signed up for the relatively new soul-scraping therapy. It's still in its human trial stages and is slowly being recognized as a way of severing soul ties, albeit not approved and sanctioned by the government. Anything to give and honor their wishes. They're your soulmates, and it's innate in you to give people what they want.

(or was it really just that?)

All of that and everything else, you can take. You live and abide by your life motto to stay out of drama, so you take all of it in stride and with dignity because it's all you have left at this point when it comes to them.

This is where you got pissed off, though. This day takes the cake, this sodding party.

Attending the party was certainly not your idea. You're tired from the long-ass meetings you had today—JYP's team asked for a meeting for your agreement with Day6 since Sungjin got discharged a few months ago with Younghyun following suit in a few days. A party is definitely not on your to-do list. If it's up to you, you'll be going home to your phone and fics.

(and if they're bangtan fics, nobody has to know. this, you can let yourself have—you were advised against going cold turkey from them by the doctors handling the soul-scraping therapy, after all. if you can't have them, maybe you can at least indulge in fictional them.)

You have been minding your own business since you arrived at the bar. It's laughable how socially inept you are despite handling your business and meeting the entertainment industry's biggest names and leaders regularly. When being put in parties and other gigs that force you to socialize just for the sake of socializing, you're back to being the fat loser kid that avoided making new friends because the ones you previously had in childhood (if you can really call them that) can't understand how your brain and mouth work. Frankly, you don't, too, so you just preferred to stay in one corner until it's socially acceptable to go home.

"Hey." Jackson squeezes your hand in his and smiles worriedly at you. "You doing okay?"

Jackson had been a long-time friend and is someone you trust your whole life with. Jackson had seen you through your bests and worsts, but had never once turned his back on you or betrayed you as many people did.

Yeah, you would trust him with your whole life. Your panties too, but don't tell him that.

(there's no need to because he knows; he did lots of times before, with his face between your thighs and your undies in his pocket.)

"I'm good." You don't even bother smiling, knowing it won't convince him too much. He knows your stand on parties; you're his polar opposite, after all. "I just really wanna go home."

"Can I come with?" he asks with a salacious smile.

You roll your eyes.

"Stop being horny for five minutes, please."

"You shouldn't have worn that dress, then." He rakes you with an assessing look. "On second thought, that's the best decision you did tonight so far. If you're not going home with anyone tonight, my room's open."

"You up to be my wingman?" you ask.

"Sure. I'll sit with you all night so we can look like a swinger couple scouting for a third we can take home." He waggles his eyebrows.

You snort at that with an amused chuckle, oblivious to the glare(s) directed your way by—who else?—your soulmates.

They (Taehyung) heard from Manager Sejin and Noona Ae-cha that you're not sure if you can come. They didn't know why the two were talking about you, but Taehyung tried to act immersed in his phone while eavesdropping.

Apparently, you had been stuck in the boardroom almost all day with the back-to-back meetings, and you even had to cancel your doctor's appointment. For what the appointment is for, he didn't know. It explains your absence that day, and he files the information away at the back of his head. He can't for the life of him understand why he can't stop trying to spot crumbs about you.

(he does know, but he's in denial about why—and he'll deny both.)

He then told his hyungs and Jungkook, which they just nodded at, seemingly uninterested. But if Namjoon's faraway serious look at times is anything to go by or the way Jimin picks at the skin on his lips as he's lost in thought, he's pretty sure they are also subtly trying to figure out if you're coming.

(but they'll all deny that if asked.)

They haven't seen you that much since they started actively avoiding you months ago and shut down whatever soul link you have with them, and you are damn good at trying to stay out of their way.

It surprised them, they're not gonna lie. They expected you to put up a fight, but all Manager Sejin told them was that you agreed. You never interacted with them ever since unless it was really needed, and you were always wearing your rings and not making unnecessary eye contact even once.

(and that somehow pisses them off and itches under their skin because how dare you not be interested?)

And now you've been here for the past hour or so, Jackson Wang in tow. Or rather, Jackson has his arms alternately snaked around yours or slung around your shoulders. It makes Jackson look like a frat douchebag.

(and it makes taehyung look jealous and interested in you which he is so not, no.)

Hoseok was the first one to spot you arriving, Another One Bites The Dust thumping through the dancefloor that was bathed in red lights. He nudges Namjoon from his seat in their secluded and swanky VIP room that was separated one floor above the bar proper.

"There she is", he says then, gesturing towards you as all seven pairs of eyes land on you as you enter with Jackson. "She's with Wang."

With varying levels of internal turmoil, they all watch as Jackson led you through the throngs of people, presumably to another room like theirs. They see you shake your head and point to the bar, and Jackson's face light up with a wide smile before redirecting your steps.

Yoongi asks himself why you have to wear that dress or why Jackson has to clutch at your hands like a little kid, the others having a similar train of thought. Does Jackson think he's going to be lost in this bar? Is he that plain stupid to be lost in this bar, really?

And why are you letting him?

Jimin tries not to let his eyes wander on your legs, tries not to let his mind wander back to the thought of being choked by your thick supple legs and ripping that off-shoulder dress off you and—

Oh. Woah, there.

Stop it! he thinks to himself and shakes his head.

(this is not the first time he's thought of this, darling. when he first saw those smooth and lovely-looking plump thighs, he knows he was fucked.)

Jin is no better, but he hides it better than the others. After all, it was not his idea to shut you out like that. He was opposed to it and tried to talk some sense into the others, but they didn't listen. He thought back then that Namjoon would at least be reasonable and give you a shot but nooo, the kid was stupid enough to listen to others.

Let them have what they want, then.

(he can feel the pit and longing in his chest some nights and thinks that maybe he can let the others do what they want but still do what he wants too. but he takes a look at the six men who had been there for him through thick and thin, and he can't lose them. he sends you an apology mentally, hoping you can at least feel it through the bond.)

"Calm down," Jin tells them levelly, trying to pry the glass off Namjoon's hand, lest he crushes it and injures himself. "You're crushing the poor thing, Joonie. Don't wanna end up in the ER, do you?"

Jackson's the one to end up in the ER if he doesn't unwrap his arms from your shoulders, that's who, Namjoon thinks to himself bitterly before he can stop himself.

Jin leans back on his seat and watches as you laugh with Jackson, arms slung around your shoulders as the latter listens to you talk. They all wouldn't have to seethe in barely contained anger if they just listened to him though, so who's at fault here?

Aish, these brats.

"I'm going to get more drinks," Jungkook suddenly says, disentangling himself from Taehyung fluidly.

"You can just ask them," Namjoon says, pointing towards the glass doors where their security detail is posed out of the room. "There's no need to go out."

"I'm going to get more drinks," Jungkook repeats firmly, ignoring him. Namjoon's jaw clenches. "Come help me, Jin-hyung?"

Ah, this conniving brat. Jin wants to kiss his pouty lips for this.

"Sure," Jin says easily, much to Namjoon's annoyance. He pats Namjoon's cheeks gently. "No breaking the glass, Joon-ah. We have a photoshoot tomorrow."

He pulls Jungkook out of the room before any of them can disagree further. He loops his arm around Jungkook's petite waist, nodding once to the man stationed at the door.

"You're not just getting drinks at you, aren't you?" Jin asks as they descend the steps.

"I don't know what you're talking about, hyung." Jungkook's smile is sharp. "I just don't wanna get roofied and end up on the tabloids tomorrow, is all."

"You don't have to lie to me," Jin says, kissing his hair. "I wanna see her, too."

Jungkook's smile turns sad at that.

"I just don't understand. [Name]-noona seems like a nice person. They're all being stupid."

Jin has to agree. "But you know why we have to, right? I don't like it, too, but we have no choice."

"But we do!" Jungkook insists. "We can be friends, even."

"Friends don't fuck friends." Jungkook snorts at that. "There's nothing 'friends' about wanting her with us, Jungkook."

"Friends don't fuck friends, my ass," Jungkook mumble mockingly. "That didn't stop Jackson-hyung at all."

Jin stops momentarily, pulling Jungkook to a stop. "Excuse me?"

"They were having sex last week, hyung. When Jackson-hyung came over last Wednesday."

"Was that why...?"

"Yeah." Jungkook takes his hand as they walk again. "I felt it through the strings, too."

Jungkook is suspiciously not meeting his eyes.

"Jungkook-ah."

"What?" he asks innocently. Jin's lips pull into a smirk.

"You naughty cat!"

"I—what? No!" but Jungkook is still not meeting his eyes. "I didn't watch them."

Jin gasps delightedly.

"This is so much better. I didn't even say anything yet!"

Ah, fuck.

In Jungkook's defense, he hadn't meant to listen in. But he had been on his way back to the practice room from relieving his screaming bladder when he heard it. The warmth and arousal that was definitely not his he had been ignoring since that lunchtime was not helping his curiosity.

"Ah!" And oh shit, it's someone moaning and it's you.

That explains the arousal he's been feeling. Oh, and the jealousy now (his), too.

"Yeah?" A deeper voice asked breathlessly. Another punched-out moan from you, and the arousal flares in his chest.

Yup. It's definitely his this time.

"Jackson, please," your equally breathless voice pleaded, and the sound shot to his cock. Jungkook had to stop his hand from going south inside his pants and boxers.

A delighted shriek and breathless laugh, followed by a staccato of 'ah ah ah's and hips slapping against each other punctuated the otherwise silent afternoon he was having.

And what would a self-respecting man do?

Stay and listen to you get railed six ways to Sunday, was what he did.

(jungkook didn't say he's a self-respecting man.)

Jungkook slipped his hand inside his pants and boxers and wrapped his hand around his aching cock. He almost moaned at how your moans quickly reached a whole other level of desperation. He wondered and tried to imagine how you would feel around him if he fucked you harder and deeper than Jackson possibly can.

He knows he can.

"Hands, Jackson." There was a chuckle, then your whine was heard. "Baobei, please."

Jungkook heard Jackson's sharp intake of breath, and he had to internally agree. Even speaking Mandarin, you sound so hot.

He heard you mewl with a choked giggle as the sounds of hips to hips got faster.

"You really like my hands, huh?" Jackson asked.

"Mhm. Want them wrapped around my—ah!—neck all the time."

Fuck.

Jungkook had to bite onto his hands as he came, so as not to give his position away, cock spurting on his hands,. Seconds later and he heard you cry out and Jackson grunt to completion.

So, no. He definitely didn't watch.

"You nasty, nasty boy!" Jin cackles at him and he wants to pout. "You listened in to them having sex?!"

"Hyung!" Jungkook hisses. "Not too loud."

Jin snickers at him, mouth pulled in a tempting smirk he wants to kiss. "Was it good?"

"Hyung," he whines. At Jin's unfaltering smirk, he sighs. "It was. She sounds so good, hyung. I can't take it off my mind."

"Maybe later, we can do something about that." Jin says with a low hum.

He peers at Jin's eyes and almost shudders at the dark and hungry look in them. Jin squeezes his waist, and it takes Jungkook's breath away.

In his silence, Jin nods with a hum.

"Hm, definitely later."

He won't say no to that. If they can't have you, Jungkook's gonna take what he can get, even if it means settling on replaying your moans in his head.

When they reach the bar, you are still sitting at the other end with Jackson. They are careful not to be seen by you or you'll probably leave like you always do when they get within your 10-foot vicinity.

Then Jackson puts his hand on your slightly exposed leg. He feels the others' jealousy through the bond first before he feels his own, and he sees you stiffen in your seat.

Hyungs!

Jungkook quickly looks away, but not before Jackson catches his gaze. He completely misses the way Jackson's mouth pulls into a quick smirk as their drinks are thankfully served at that exact moment.

"Wanna head back to your place?"

You're unexpectedly suddenly close, and it's like Jackson wants him and Jin to hear to rile them up. It works, and he can barely tamp down the urge to pour the drinks over Jackson's big head, being older be damned.

"Sure. I'll just swing by the restroom." You say as you walk away. Jin and Jungkook take that as their cue to go back to their ritzy room.

"That was short," Jin says tightly as they go back. "Was it you?"

Jungkook shakes his head.

Jin's lips quirk into an amused smile.

"Ah, jealous bastards."

"Weren't you too, though?" Jungkook asks with a slightly amused smile of his own. "That was... that was intense."

"That serves them," Jin says as they near the room. "If they weren't just pigheaded, it's my shoulders her legs are gonna be hanging from later."

"Jin-hyung!" Jungkoo huffs, but then deflates. "Yeah."

"Don't worry, we still have later," Jin says with a lascivious smirk.

And he can't complain about that, can he?

"Where's Tae-hyung?" he asks when they enter the room, Taehyung nowhere in sight.

"Went out. Didn't say where." Hoseok says as he accepts their drinks and puts the tray on the table. It takes a few seconds for him to piece it all together, and he mentally facepalms.

"Whatever happened to 'not giving a fuck' about [Name]?" he mumbles.

"Jungkook," Namjoon warns.

It sets him off.

"What? Are you all really going to keep on pretending? You do realize I felt that back there too, right?" he shoots back.

"So the drinks were just a ruse?" Namjoon's face is stormy.

Jungkook holds his gaze steady. "And what if it was? You all know what I felt about this since day one."

"Kook-ah." It's Jimin this time. "Not now, please."

"And when, hyung? When we go back to just pretending an eighth of our soul doesn't exist out there?"

"Jungkook."

He glares at Yoongi. "No, hyung. If you all want to be stupid, I don't! [Name]-noona is going through therapy because of this, don't you know?"

Yoongi scoffs. "She's a big girl, she can handle herself."

"Not soul-scraping therapy, she won't."

They all stop at that. Even Jungkook stops and internally curses.

Fuck, he wasn't supposed to say that.

"What did you say?" Namjoon's voice takes on a dangerous tone.

He huffs but stays silent, not really wanting to dig a deeper hole for himself.

"Jungkook."

"I talked to Jiho-hyung, okay? I bumped into him five months ago when he visited her."

Silence.

"Im Jiho?" At Jungkook's nod, Namjoon's frown deepened. "I didn't know he practices soul-scraping."

"He's co-authoring the soul-scraping study with Doctor Seong."

At the mention of one of their previous soul health doctors, Yoongi raises his eyebrows.

"Our Doctor Seong?"

Jungkook nods with a sigh, plopping down beside Hoseok. "Apparently, it's why he stopped private practice—to focus on the studies. They're also lobbying for fully legalizing soul-scraping in the Assembly. I ran into him, and he mentioned that he was there for noona's side effects from the therapy."

Side effects?

Shit.

"W-wait. Five months, you said?" Jin says with a tremble in his voice. "Is that why I can barely feel her anymore?"

Jungkook's sigh is pained, forlorn. "Apparently, yeah."

They all lapse in complete silence after that, the thumping of the beat on the dancefloor faint through the walls.

"Fuck."

Indeed.

It is then that Taehyung comes back. He takes one look at their varying degrees of solemn and stunned expressions and tilts his head.

"What? What happened?" he asks.

"[Name]..."

Taehyung's eyes widen before his expression smooths into indifference.

"I told you, I'm no—"

"That's not it," Jimin says softly. "She's in soul-scraping therapy, Taehyung-ah."

...

"What?"

(oh, lord. you don't know the turmoil you caused all these pining idiots, darling.)

---

And what about you?

As we said in the beginning, god must be testing your patience.

"Hey," Jackson says softly. He lifts your chin with a gentle smile long after Taehyung fucked off to god knows where. "You good, baobei?"

You didn't even know they were here. You were vaguely aware that yeah, they might be, but it totally slipped your mind. Meetings really did drain your brain.

When you stood up and went to the restroom while Jackson called for the driver, you didn't know that Taehyung was watching you from their room and completely high-tailed it from there just to intercept you when he saw you stand up from the corner of the bar. You didn't know why, but his stupid drunken ass just decided it wanted and it was a good idea to rile you up.

To piss you off is why, you think.

When you exited the ladies' room, Taehyung was standing there by the wall looking lethal. The ache in your chest flared up for two different reasons, but you ignored it. You ignored him and started walking away, pretending you didn't see him.

"So you're really here."

Seriously?

You continued ignoring him and walked on, but he didn't let you get far.

He grabs your wrist. "I said, you're really here."

The spot where he held you burned and you hissed, cursing the therapy's side effects. You were warned that coming in contact skin-to-skin with your soulmates while undergoing the therapy would feel painful (literally), but you didn't heed it then. You had no reason to touch them after all when they didn't even want to see you.

But it is painful, and it burns.

You yanked your wrist away, hiding your wrist behind your back. There's no need for that, though. Taehyung was looking at your face intently.

"Yes, and I was just leaving. See you around, T—"

"With Jackson?"

What's it with this guy?

You looked back at him and squared your shoulders up. "That's really none of your business, Taehyung."

He laughed with a sneer, shaking his head.

"What would people say if they knew you're off gallivanting with men who aren't your soulmate?"

Wow.

The nerve of this asshole.

You can't let him see it affect you though, so you tilt your head with an innocent smile.

"I'm just a nobody. Why would they talk about me? " You smirked in amusement. "I don't think it'll be me they will talk about since I wasn't the one who rejected my soulmate, was I?"

And oh, shit. Where did that come from, [Name]? Feisty.

"And I'm not doing anything illegal. Why should I be scared?" You slightly lean back and tilt your chin up. "I'm not the one between us with a reputation to uphold, a name I should protect."

You paused, a serene smile on your face.

"I'm not a coward. I'm not you, Taehyung"

The smirk on his lips was replaced with a sharp look of disdain, almost like he wants to slap the smile off your face.

(he wants to, darling. trust me. just not in the way you think.)

You knew you hit a nerve and it feels petty and mean, but it's nothing compared to the loneliness and pain they gave you these past few months. It felt satisfying, even if for just a bit.

"You really think you're all that, don't you?" He smiled almost mockingly. "Tell me, how does it feel to be rejected?"

That really stung and angered you, but you've spent all your life hiding your emotions when needed to. Your expression didn't falter.

"It feels good—"

"—because she dodged a bullet."

You internally sighed in relief as Jackson's voice float behind you. You'll forever be thankful for this man's existence, gods or not.

You melt in his arms when he wrapped them around your waist. You chanced a look at Jackson, not seeing the twitch on Taehyung's brows at your body language.

"You really think you're all that, don't you?" Jackson mocked back at him. "Imagine thinking it's the end of the world for your soulmate just because you shut down their bond." Jackson chuckled ruthlessly.

"You're pathetic, Taehyung-ssi."

The two were locked in a glowering match before Taehyung straightened up and spun on his heel without a word.

Jackson let you get your bearings by the wall of the hallway to the ladies' room in silence. But he didn't let you stew in your thoughts for long.

So now here you are, looking at his gentle eyes.

"You good, baobei?"

You don't know how to answer that really, so you pull him by the collar into a searing kiss.

He puts his hand on your waist, the other on the wall by your face, and you tighten your hold on his collar.

You pull away to gasp for air.

"Take me home," you exhale heavily as you lean your head on his shoulder. "Take me home and fuck me 'til I forget, or I might do something stupid."

Jackson's sharp intake of air is your answer before he pulls you away to your awaiting car outside the club.

---

feedback (constructive, please don't be too rude bc i'll cry) and kudos very much appreciated!

[eightglass]

ignore this if it's too public but, what do you use for ripping audio? I've been using cobalt.tools but it's not very efficient for whole playlists. been thinking about that spotify post a lot lol

Ough.. I usually don't rip audio. not for music at least.

See, youtube, and youtube music, only streams audio at 128kbps quality (256 if you have premium). Which is... mediocre. High-quality MP3 files are usually 320kbps, and good .flac files are variable bitrate but usually end up several times higher than that. (Doesn't really matter tho, most bluetooth only streams at 320 anyways, and if you can tell the difference and want to use a cord, you already need better headphones.)

So... I usually try to find a torrent that already has the music I'm looking for, which is... not everything. If you're looking for more popular stuff, you can look up, like "depeche mode discography" and it'll be there, all high quality and decent metadata to unzip into your ~/music folder.

But for the stuff you can't find on there, your best bet is lucida.to

It's... janky and not very consistently up, prone to weird errors and random problems, but when it does work, you get good-quality music files out of it. They might come in .ogg, which you'll have to convert (i like fre:ac) to mp3 or flac if you want metadata to work, but it's usually good.

Also, don't trust any online "spotify downloader" websites; afaik, nobody has cracked spotify's encryption. What they're doing is searching youtube, finding each song, download that, and putting spotify metadata on it. Maybe the file will even say 320kbps, but that's a lie, if you open it up in the right viewer it'll be 128. There's shitty paid software available that will "rip" from spotify by actually messing with your Spotify client, making it actually play the song at a higher speed or something, and then ripping that, but... not really worth it. Piracy is meant to be free, damnit!

If you really want to rip good audio files, you'll have to, like, get a Tidal or Deezer subscription and use software to rip from that.

...Now! If you weren't asking about music, want to rip from Youtube, and/or don't care whether your quality is good, I use and love Stacher!

It's a GUI for yt-dlp, which is like, the command-line youtube downloading tool, and... it works.

Like, I used this to download all of The Magnus Archives; I just pasted the playlist url into it and it downloaded each one. It'll be great for like, podcasts, or things for which you won't really care about super fidelity? or if you want to download tons of videos, it'll do that.

Yaa files!!!!!

[pomegranateboba]

Arcana Twilight boys (+ summoner) in Mid Eartheim

Content: If the gang went on a road trip (i saw an obey me version and i had to do it sorry if it sounds similar)

Warnings: None that you should be concerned about, some Sirius abuse perhaps

Spica

he sits at the front passenger seat on the right (steering wheel on the left)

he and Vega fought for that spot, but Spica insisted, so Vega sits directly behind him

initially, he wanted to drive, but Summoner insisted, so he was stuck with the passenger seat, not that he was going to settle for anything less

nobody can convince him otherwise

he can take over if you're feeling tired of driving

it honestly can't be just me that finds the music on the radio terrible, please get him spotify premium so that his ears will survive the trip

luckily for him, Vega isn't a nuisance

he'll be fine, he's used to sitting down for long periods of time to do work, but he would still appreciate rest stops

you can hear this old man's joints crack when he stretches

he'll survive don't worry

Vega

he sits in the middle row, extreme right, directly behind Spica and in front of Alpheratz and next to Arcturus

he tried to get the passenger seat, but he lost to Spica so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

he will try to talk to you and engage in conversation

he will also advise you to be careful when driving, he doesn't want to end up in a car accident within the first 1km

"Summoner...please slow down. You're going over speed limit"

which means other bad drivers worry him as well

would blow up other cars if it means you won't be injured

talks to Arcturus sometimes

just looks out the window most of the time

more spotify premium for this one as well

at rest stops he'd definitely try to talk to you before anyone else (read: Sirius) takes your attention away

im sure he'll be fine

Arcturus

sits in the middle row, in the middle, in between Vega and Pollux

initially i wanted to put him in the back, but poor boy is uncomfy around Sirius, and Alpheratz isn't really gonna talk to him

might as well put him with Poll and Veggie

i think i just saved his life there

insert Arcky appreciation here

he would be super chill though, he would definitely strike conversation with you

might bring some knitting tools along to help pass the time, maybe also more spotify premium for the orange boy

talks to Pollux a lot too, as well as Vega

we love Arcky

would chat with you during rest stops

he's our lucky charm honestly, couldn't survive without him

Pollux

sits in the middle row, extreme left, directly behind Summoner, in front of Sirius and next to Arcturus

stars help this boy

Sirius would be kicking his seat like the sadistic little shit that he is

he and Sirius would be constantly arguing

more like Poll getting mad and Sirius laughing at him

he tried to stick his head out the window when Summoner was going way over speed limit and bro got absolutely annihilated

he says Sirius was the one who asked him to do it

rip pretty pink hair 😔

would always turn back to fight with Sirius, which makes them both 90% of the noise combined

cannot wait to get to rest stops, he cannot stay still

would buy a shit ton of candy and just pile it up because he's a tiny pink gremlin

he learned his lesson and only stuck his hair out the window only when Summoner is obeying traffic rules

Alpheratz

sits in the back row, extreme right, next to Sirius and directly behind Vega

he chose the back because it was the most quiet-ish, and it was dark enough for him to nap

brings along a neck pillow and leans on the side of the car

also brings noise-cancelling headphones, because Pollux and Sirius (plus spotify premium)

if the trip is long, he'd sleep through majority of the drive

the others would have to drag him out during rest stops

is super chill

has an arm wrapped around a handle or his seatbelt in case Summoner decides that it would be a fine day to drive recklessly

wouldn't bother anyone, bro would be asleep most of the time anyways

100% chance of surviving

Sirius

oh stars here we go

i have a lot to say about this one

he sits in the back row, extreme left, next to Alpheratz and directly behind Pollux

he wanted to sit close to Summoner, but by majority votes, he has been put at the very back

Vega suggested taping Sirius to the roof of the car, and Pollux was fully supportive

however neither Summoner nor Spica wanted to be pulled over by the cops so the back seat was the next best option

annoys the crap out of everyone, especially Pollux and Summoner

kicks Poll's seat because he is a menace to society

backseat driving intensifies

"Summoner, what if you turned around very abruptly and started charging in the opposite direction extremely quickly?"

"I'm not gonna do that."

"You're no fun, Summoner~"

"I hate you"

"♡~"

(cue very intense glaring at Sirius through the rearview mirror by Veggie)

tries to snatch Summoner away from Vega at rest stops

denies it when Pollux accuses him of making him stick his head out the window the first time

"How dare you accuse me of doing such a thing. I would never engage in behavior as such. Summoner, you believe me don't you?"

"MC DON'T LISTEN TO HIM, HE'S LYING"

(insert sighing here)

that one time Summoner was tired of driving, Sirius tried to take the driver's seat before being stopped and lectured by Spica

we would certainly have higher chances of survival without Sirius, but then again where's the fun in that :)

Bonus

yes Summoner would break random traffic rules on their own, but immediately goes back to being a good driver when Sirius tried to egg them on

They all just share one spotify premium family account, so its way cheaper (because we're all broke 😔)

they discovered halfway through the trip that Castor had snuck in and was hiding in the trunk in the form of a cat

Pollux almost beat the shit out of Castor

(no Castors were harmed in the making of these headcanons)

[cybrwrld]

「  ₊  ☆  ﾟ jenna   ortega,   she/her,   cis   woman  」  INCOMING   TEXT:   omg   hv   u   met   CANDELARIA   “CANDY”   DELGADO  of   the   RODANI   PROWLERS   yet   ?   they’  re   one   of   the   crew’  s   street   racers   n   actually   go   by   GENESIS.   the   twenty-  two   y/  o   is   typically   seen   hanging   arnd   king   coin   arcade.  allegedly   they’  re   frm   beverly   hills  n   hv   been   w/   the   crew   for   FOUR   YEARS.   wtvr.   just   watch   out   for   them,   k   ?   ttyl   ! 

─ ʚ𖦹ɞ 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙨 .ᐟ

full name: candelaria genesis delgado

nicknames: goes by candy full time, delly, ria, and gen by her family

date + place of birth: december 31 in beverly hills, los angeles

age: twenty2

pronouns + gender: cisgender woman

sexuality: lesbian

occupation: unemployed friend on a tuesday + rodani prowlers street racer

current residence: penthouse apartment in downtown miami

traits: adaptable, hedonistic, affectionate, avoidant, playful, resourceful, scatterbrained, lazy, observational, feeble, cowardly, blunt, unserious :/, careless, tempestuous, volatile, impulsive, juvenile

style: belly rings, whale tails, low rise + baggy jeans, tiny tops, jean skirts, chunky shoes, bright colors & fun hairstyles

media parallels: vanellope von schweetz (wreck it ralph), misa amane (death note), iono (pokémon), reo mikage (blue lock), meguru bachira (blue lock), ty lee (atla), mettaton (undertale), tatum riley (scream)

─ ʚ𖦹ɞ 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙨 .ᐟ

watch this space .....

tl;dr: babygirl with autism & hollywood nepo baby wants & yearns all her life for ... nothing ! except the attention her parents never give her ( and also anything she can't have ). finds her cousin on ancestry.com ( shoutout alma ) & moves to miami age 18 with her parents' blessing — spends all her money at the arcade & becomes a street racer ( also bc of alma. shoutout alma ) ! loves 2 have fun & hates being bored, with no rhyme or reason for what constitutes which; so far a thrilling race is the only thing that never gets old. now has 1k subscribers on youtube, because apparently people want to see her get the high score at every game in the arcade. tune in for further terrible decisions & cute outfits !

─ ʚ𖦹ɞ 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 + 𝙝𝙘𝙨 .ᐟ

i. pinterest ii. spotify iii. interview iv. spend a day with g3n3s1s ! v. musings, aesthetics, inspirations, & lookbook.

candy is a 2007 era youtuber — she posts mainly videos of her playing games at the arcade or stupid silly challenges. rip candy, you would’ve loved twitch !

candy comes from money — the delgados are an entertainment family, with candy’s father being a well-known producer and her mom a famous actress. she doesn’t care much for either of them, and the feeling is mutual. 

she wears glasses, thick frames that she likes to keep on because contacts are a sensory nightmare for her. 

she gets an allowance from her parents that she uses to help fund the prowlers’ endeavors as well as at the arcade + her own car.

candy's racing car is a baby blue supra mk4, & her every day car is a powder blue miata mx5, both with silver sparkle + bubble decals. the miata was last seen in downtown miami wearing faux mink eyelashes. she has a garage full of other fun cars, and she rotates them every so often to make sure they all get love & don't end up lonely <3.

candy has two dogs, both black chihuahuas (one long hair, princess, & one short hair, baby).

in about six months, the first iphone will come out, & candy's life will change forever. until then, she's rocking a blue sidekick with her tamagotchi clipped on.

─ ʚ𖦹ɞ 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 .ᐟ

arcade rival: who is making candy work for those high scores??? would be funny if they only knew each other by their "score" names (g3n3s1s x whatever ur muse's is) & they meet each other through the racing scene bc of those names. think it'd be funny :P

passenger princess <3 (or at least the one she picks most regularly)

himbo + lesbian combo ! steverobin core

Rich People Friends (derogatory) perhaps ... or Rich People Friends (positive) ! could also count as childhood friends <3

people who know candy from the arcade anyway ! she is always fucking there & kind of a nuisance but also will always talk to + try to make friends with everyone.

mentors in the racing scene, elder racers or mechanics she takes inspiration from for her own projects.

besties please .... would love friends for her she is so full of love

she is also full of malice ... and also annoying ! rivals, enemies (whether it's one sided or mutual), those who she annoyed into liking her ... gimme it all !

platonic soulmate ... someone she feels completely in sync with, frequent hangouts & sleepovers & shared secrets etc etc

quick ones oooh: confidant, party friends (babygirl loooooves the club), smoking friends (rip candy you would've loved cotton candy vapes & weed pen), frenemies, acquaintances from random places, maybe even a crush (requited or otherwise ... ooooo. please know she's pathetic), exes (she's awful, was prob her fault), fwbs (she's still awful), anything our brains come up with

[idlingsomewhere]

hey man how's it going

(blog intro)

Hey!! Welcome to my blog. You may know me from @shiftedelsewhere which Used to be my account before tumblr nuked it. rip fallen hero. hope u have fun on here! u probably won't. but....

"girl who tf are you"

good question! I wish I knew.

I go by "N" on the internet; I use any/all pronouns; and i love music with my entire heart. Call me whatever! it really doesn't matter to me all that much.

"why are you here"

to post about my interests

"which are?"

music! mostly. my 2 favs at the moment are porter robinson and jane remover. i also really like a lot of other stuff too; you'll figure it out easily since it's the main thing I post about on here

i like a good videogame sometimes. In particular I'm especially fond of zelda games, pokemon, splatoon, and those mii games on the DS!

i do NOT watch shows very often. i can count the number of tv shows I've seen in my life on my fingers. my favourite show is gilmore girls because I'm a massive autumn fiend. living my best life rn. whenever i finish a show i tend to write down my thoughts and share them. currently, I'm trying to watch community, big brother (season 26), and am on my 5(?)th rewatch of gilmore girls.

other than that i like math and physics and transit systems and some other stuff that evades my memory right now ! we will find out what i like together, in due time..

"ok, and?"

these r some general ground rules!

feel free to dm me or chat with me in the comments, just keep in mind I'm a VEERRRRY tired stem student and can't get back to you immediately. send recs or tell me about your day or show me a meme! we can be friends if you'd like :)

uhrm don't be weird lmfao. I'm not gonna tell you where i live. probably goes without saying...

no tagging system at the moment - let me know if you need me to tag something (i.e., a tw or something) and I'll do it!

i like a good tag game. if you don't wanna be tagged, please let me know! otherwise i got an alphabetized tag game list with all my mutuals who are okay with tag games that i copypaste every time lol

"if your tumblr goes down again, where else can i pester you?"

@shadowbannedsomewhere, the backup account 😵‍💫

aoty

art instagram (dead)

porter robinson fanpage (cloutless)

pinterest

apple music (this is where i listen to stuff)

spotify (this is where i post playlists. also we should do a blend :3)

last.fm

goodreads

i readily give out my discord so just ask for it if u want to talk

i always follow back on these accounts but i do not always check. shoot me an ask if u followed me somewhere and ill follow you back obviously :3

yeah and that's all! thx for reading. they really deleted my old pinned post too..crazy. what did i do to displease the tumblr algo? i don't know >_<

[clydesavage-thefox147]

So, I feel the need to say something here.

So, I watched a recent video Thomas has been in with Smosh Pit. It was overall a sweet and funny video. But that's not what this is about. It's about the ending. When Thomas was asked the quintessential question of "where can they find you?" He goes like "Oh I do shorts, long form and short form" and "keeping up Vine". I was like yeah makes sense to bring that up, that's fine. But then he brought up Roleslaying with Roman. He was very happy to bring it up. However, no mention of Sanders Sides at all. I get it, Sides could be chalked up the being long form Vine things seeing as the characters are from Vine but...feels off. I remember times Thomas did advertise Sides on collabs and stuff. But other times he wouldn't really advertise anything specifically and just say the socials' names and just say basic shit like "fun videos with nice messages" etc.

But, I've also taken note that Thomas has been REEEEEEALLY pushing Roleslaying, a series that a lot of us weren't really expecting to be the way it turned out to be. We were just told "Roman series" for like a couple years before it was officially revealed. We all expected Sides Roman and we all felt kinda ripped off. Don't get me wrong, the series is nice and all, has a decent story, and it can be engaging to a degree, but it does have it pit falls. But, he's been really adamant on getting the series popular. Constantly promoting it, making a podcast for it(which to me seems unnecessary) and what seems like begging(to me) for 5 star reviews so that Roman of Reston can read them. Now it's like number 25 on Leisure on Spotify because of it. That is great and all but again, Thomas seems like he's forgetting where this series even originated from...Sanders Sides. His bread and butter. The series that garnered a majority of fans he has. A series we're all waiting for proper episodes for with the same spark and energy that it had originally. It seems Thomas has just lost interest in Sides but knows it's what got him popular on the YouTube space so he keeps it up for the money and relevance(for example Patreon branding). He says he still loves the series and enjoys working on it but the longer it takes to produce, the more it seems like it's taken a back seat in priority. I really hope this season finale is really worth the hype he's been pushing for it. But, the way he's been pushing Roleslaying makes it seem like he's saying "Like this! Please Like this! I wanna do this more!" Thomas, buddy, you need to realize that Roleslaying wouldn't exist without the popularity of Sanders Sides. Hell, Sanders Sides wouldn't exist without the Vine characters.

Now look, I get that Thomas shouldn't be tied down to just doing Sides content. But, using it now as a kind of cash grap and attention grabber like dangling keys in front of child feels sad to me. Feels like lately he's been using it as a buzz word or just for products...which is ironic because all sides merch has been wiped off the merch store. Sure, it could be making way for new ideas but they've made several over the years under the same manufacturer and didn't do this before. So, it feels off. If it was because they were out of stock, they could just list it as "Sold Out", not wipe it entirely. And Now he's released Roleslaying merch and new Could be Gayer merch. Which that's fine, just feels weird that that is all that is available right now. Especially because I remember Thomas talking about hoodies for each side back in December of 2021 but a manufacturing issue came up. He said that it was due to the company not being able to do "custom orders" like that detailed. Which, I understood. But then like a week or so later, the Bucket Hats were released which just didn't really help the previous statement. So this whole thing feels off. I'm just hoping it's just a wait of restock or new design releases in the future.

I know this year has been hard on Thomas to do what he wanted in terms of the season finale. I hope that now that things are seemingly getting better, he'll continue the promise he made this year into next year of getting at least Part 1 of it out, maybe two if lucky. I just feel like Sides has plummeted from grace. What it once had is now a slowly crumbling ancient temple, that the more you try to patch it and keep it up..it doesn't last long. If there isn't a significant restoration done soon, it'll all fall apart. I pray that once the Season finale is released, the fandom will have a resurgence. Old fanders come back, animatics are everywhere, art is flying out like hot cakes, forums are booming, it's trending everywhere, and the fandom is reborn...and hope it stays that way into the third and final season. Hell, I hope Joan does come back to a degree and revive the husk the series has become. But, it's up to them to decide that. Now, seems like Quil is the only one left of the old writers of the series. And if she leaves, season 3 is going to be wild and may not even feel canon but again we have yet to see that.

I just want what drew me to this series back again. Is that too much to ask genuinely?

[alexluvsskittlez]

I haven't made an into in months so uhhh..

HI EVERYPONY!!! my name is Alex, you can also call me Sam, Zoe, or Binoo

I'm 14 years old, my birthday is April 23rd

i am an artist, animator, content creator, and I'm learning how to sing :3

I'm audhd and dyscalculic (idk if i spelled that right sorry)

my special interests are Paramore and my ocs

I am currently hyperfixated on Emily Armstrong

I am PARAMORE'S #1 FAN!!!!!!!

i am a PROUD SELFSHIPPER!!!!

BYI:

I am Emily Armstrong's #1 defender (sorry haters XD)

I have the worst sense of humor on this planet

i kinda fw some rpf ships some of them being people who aren't actually together sorry. I'm respectful about it tho 😓

I usually don't think before I post so if I post something wrong please let me know

idrgaf about proship discourse and it's not something that I like involving myself in. I generally don't care what people ship but I still think shipping illegal stuff is weird as hell

I get pissed really easily but I promise I'm nice

bands/artists i like (warning, its a LOT):

Paramore, pierce the veil, linkin park, mcr, Hayley Williams, pinkshift, meet me @ the altar, silverstien, fall out boy, green day, bring me the horizon, p!atd, la dispute, lemon demon, sunny day real estate, Will Wood and the tapeworms, Will Wood, asking Alexandria, not enough space, get scared, the used, Owl city, mitski, Florence + the machine, stomach book, she wants revenge, Weezer, picture me broken, rites of spring, halfnoise, isles & glaciers, dead by sunrise, black veil brides, system of a down, limp Bizkit, silly goose, dead sara, scary kids scaring kids, alesana, femtanyl, the cure, modern baseball, foxszn, 3drinkz, yellow card, vylet pony, american football, boygenius, Avril Lavigne, millionaires, Kesha, s3rl, 3oh!3, attack attack, brokencyde, and waterparks.

shows I like:

smiling friends, steven universe, gravity falls, murder drones, madoka magica, the owl house, amphibia, clone high, invader zim, eddsworld, spooky month, inside job, pelswick, tadc, toopy and binoo, mlp, and the ghost and molly mcgee.

movies i like:

the final riot, steven universe the movie, atsv, itsv, the fnaf movie, mean girls, juno, the tamagotchi movie (i think there's actually multiple but I'm specifically talking about the anime one made in 2007), toopy and binoo the movie, and mlp the movie

games i like:

splatoon 2, fnaf, minecraft, animal crossing, mario kart, castle cats, pjsekai, nintendogs, roblox, regretevator, cart ride into 17 pregnant hyenas (rip </3), baldis basics, and ddlc

youtubers i like:

Kurtis Conner, Danny Gonzalez, Drew Gooden, funkyfrogbait, bredrawz, flamingo, benoftheweek, sinjin drowning, cybernoop, dantdm, stariaat, lovely lor, juj, and penguinz0

musicals i like:

mean girls, be more chill and Hamilton (I'm still getting into musicals so if you have any recommendations please tell me!!)

titles I gave myself (probably not necessary but idgaf)

Paramore's #1 fan

Pim Pimling's spouse

professional Pim kisser

#1 tell me how listener

#1 misadventures fan

#1 Emily Armstrong defender

tamagotchi dad of 3

spinel and mars' parent

#1 laika's comet fan

#1 class of 09 the flipside hater

#1 mip hater

worst dancer in history

other stuff I like (some are fandom related some aren't):

alternative subcultures/fashion, laikas comet, homestuck, warrior cats, tamagotchis/digital pets in general, mid-late 2010s animation memes, old internet stuff, space stuff, and animals

dni:

basic dni stuff uhh, people who are 12 and under, people who harass proshippers (yeah they're weird but harassing them is no better than being one), Paramore haters, Emily Armstrong haters, and those 4chan femcel self proclaimed problematic mfs. other than that i just block freely.

other socials:

ig: alexluvsskittlez

youtube: alexluvsskittlez

sketchers united: alexluvsskittlez

newgrounds: alexluvsskittlez

deviantart: pixelisgay

spotify: Pimkisser69420👽🙏

ermm that's all BYEEE!!!

[hyperfixation-goes-brrr]

Commentary(™️): 100 Years Quest, episode 13

Genuinely thankful they finally showed us who's in which city (I'm probably gonna forget by the end of the episode, let's be honest here, but it's the thought that counts)

... Was the neck of Gray's shirt always this low?? I don't remember being able to see his guild mark before

Okay, but like, low-key, now I kinda wanna watch a Mira VS devil slayer Gray fight (she's probably gonna still kick his ass, let's be honest here, but I still think it's gonna be one hell of a fight to watch)

Not all the girls, gangin up on poor Gray 😭😭😭

Now they're gangin up on Lucy; rip

God, I've been waitin for Erza's fight with Laxus since fuckin forever; they better wrap it up this episode, cause I'd very much rather not wait another fuckin week to watch the whole damn thing

If anyone else has ever watched Eden's Zero, is it just me, or does Erza's new dragon slayer weapon kinda look like Homura's??

THE FUCKIN MUSIC CHANGE?? HELLO???

No, listen; the new song's a fuckin vibe

SHE'S USING NATSU'S AND GRAY'S MAGICS; I'M GONNA FUCKIN LOSE IT

This shit better be on fuckin Spotify, I swear to God

The way they just stopped using magic, and just switched fully physical instead 😭

NOW SHE HAS NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT; PLEASE

SHE DOESN'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THE GUILD ANYMORE; JUST FUCKIN KILL ME WHILE YOU'RE AT IT, WHY YOU DON'T YOU???

Wait, no, hold up; I just realized that four out of their five towns are getting fucked up, but everyone's literally just like "... so anyways"; like... yeah, they're commenting about "the dragon being restless", or whatever... but I've never seen a single person even remotely panicking about all the fightin goin on?? 😭

That White bitch's getting these fuckin hands, I swear to God

Okay, wait... did the White Mage also have Natsu and Happy mixed up... or did she know, but just never corrected Touka?? 😭😭😭

"Powerful magic is what's evil" (your hypocrisy's showin, babe 💕)

Happy really woke up and chose violence; damn

... The fuck is happnin to her???

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