#Listened to Adrianne Lenker while doing this

[amy-maguire]

Strombringer-related little writing thing

Set in 16! Chuuya's POV:

Dear Lippmann,

I'm sorry that we didn't go to the premier of that movie you were in. I promise I really did want to go, but it's too hard to go right now. So I bought a copy of the CD and I'll keep it forever. Promise ya I'll watch it when I'm ready. I remember you were really really excited about this one. Wouldn't shut up about it, you jackass.. Lead actor again right? But that wasn't really ever new for you. Talented son of a bitch.. Anyways, just letting you know I'll have a nice drink for ya, keep my acting up, and watch that film for ya. Rest well for me, okay?

Dear Ice Man,

I'm sorry we didn't get to smoke more often. As much as it burned the shit out of my lungs I didn't mind doing it with you. Heh, I can imagine your expression if you could read this. I mean, you think I could've gotten a smile out of you? Eh, probably not. But I'll try anyways. Next time I get upset I'll go for a smoke where you can't, okay? I'll make sure I don't give too much of myself away though, isn't that what you taught me? Rest well for me, you've done enough work.

Dear Piano Man,

I'm sorry you didn't get to show me up more often. As much as I wanted that stupid mafia executive spot I'm sure you would've done it far better than I ever could. So I'll make sure I take that spot, not just for me or to beat Dazai but for you. So make sure you hold me to it, got it? Plus, I'll make sure I inherit some of your traits. I'll talk all smooth and no one'll ever know the money is fake. That's how you got the job done, right? Rest well for me, I'll pick it up from here.

Dear Albatross,

I'm sorry that you had to give me that motorcycle. Don't get me wrong, I love riding it, but you always rode it better. I'll make sure I keep it in tip-top shape though, kill anyone who gets a scratch on it. Thanks for teaching me how to swim and use a knife, won't forget how to use those skills. Rest well for me, hope you're having fun up there.

Dear Doc,

I'm sorry that I didn't get there in time. Seeing you torn in half was something I'll never get out of my brain. But, at the very least you taught me how to patch myself up. I won't forget those skills. I mean, I got a few nasty cuts here from a fight I got into, I'll make sure I clean em up just like how you taught me. Rest well for me, you'll always be a better doctor than the Boss anyway.

Dear Murase,

I'm sorry I wasn't fast enough to realize you were the target instead of Shirase. You sure were spewing a lot of virtue shit and your brother was a pain in my ass, but you were a good guy and I know that. Don't worry, we took care of the issue for you. Rest well for me, you were a good detective.

Dear all who have died as a result of my actions,

I'm sorry that you had to die because of me.

-Chuuya Nakahara

[fizzy-watches-and-listens]

guys i felt so cool that i bought digital music from bandcamp

like i’m so cool guys

none of you could even come close to how cool i am

[zeppelinlvr]

Kiss Your Eyes Again

Sam Winchester x Female Reader

Summary: you and Sam head home from the bar before dean, the two of you get ready for bed but you find yourself wishing you had gotten a room for just the two of you.

Notes: Like half of this got deleted and I had to rewrite it and I almost cried. Also, the fic literally has nothing to do with the song Anything by Adrianne Lenker I was just listening to the Songs album while writing this. I want to thank all of you for the continuous support, I appreciate it so much. Also feel free to send in requests because I'm running out of ideas 💔

Warnings: Cursing, this gets frisky but there's no actual smut, making out, fluff.

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You placed two beers for Dean and Sam down and a seltzer for yourself, on the small table at the bar. Sam, Dean and you were in the middle of a case, Dean and Sam had done interviews with victims and visited the morgue while you looked at autopsy reports, symbols they had found, and the contents of the hex bags they had discovered. You knew the three of you were dealing with a powerful witch as the spells you found being used were from around the 15th century.

“This witch is hardcore, her end goal looks like she wants to be possessed by or summon a demon, we need to get to her before she can even attempt to do that” You told the two as you sat down.

“Why the hell would someone want to be possessed by a demon?” Dean asked, taking a sip of his beer.

“No clue” you shrugged “Some witches have sex with demons too, they use it as a way to seal the pact they made with the demon”

Dean scrunched his face “I’m glad you're smart but you don't have to share everything you know”

Sam was watching you with interest in what you were saying “so we’re not just dealing with some everyday pagan?”

“Nope, this bitch is crazy” you told him with a giggle.

Sam gave you a soft smile, the two of you had been dating for a while but he always looked at you like it was the first time he’s seeing you, his eyes wide, taking in how beautiful you are.

The conversation carried on, the two boys sharing about the people they had met and how a few seemed off their rocker.

You finished your drink then said to the two “I’m tired, I’m gonna head back” You gave Sam a look, wanting him to join you, not only because you didn't want to walk in the dark but you missed the two of you being alone together and you were hoping to get some time with just him.

“I’ll go back with you, I’m tired too” Sam responded.

“Don't be gettin’ your freak on you two, I’m not gonna be out all night, I’ll have a couple more and head back” Dean told both of you, a smile on his face at your reaction of embarrassment.

“He’ll be done before you even finish your next drink” you joked, earning a laugh from Dean and Sam quick to defend himself with statements about how it wasn't true.

You and Sam headed out of the bar, the motel was only about a 5-minute walk away. You gave a dramatic shiver in hopes to get his jacket.

“Sammy, I’m so cold” you giggled and rubbed your arms dramatically

“You don't deserve my jacket after that comment” he replied, rolling his eyes as he shrugged his jacket off and placed it over your shoulders.

“We both know it isn't true and that's all that matters” you told him, putting your arms through the sleeves and cuddling into it, his smell engulfing you.

Sam laughed and brought his arm around your shoulder, his larger frame completely overshadowing you. You brought your arm around his waist and began to gently scratch his back. He placed a sweet kiss on the top of your head.

“I’m not really tired, I just wanted some alone time with you” you admitted “I love Dean but I want to be alone with you sometimes”

“I know baby” he told you “how about we get ready for bed then we can cuddle and watch some desperate housewives”

You smiled at the mention of the cheesy show the two of you had gotten invested in, it started off as a background show that you’d turn on when you waited for the boys to come back to the motel, or when you and Sam were trying to fall asleep, but you quickly became invested and so did Sam.

“That sounds perfect” you told him

The two of you had returned to the motel, Sam unlocked the door and you made your way over to your duffle bag, changing into your pajamas, Sam did the same. You made your way to the bathroom Sam close behind, you brushed your teeth at the same time as him, unable to hold back your giggles at the toothpaste that dripped down his chin and how aggressively he brushed his teeth.

You washed your face and he watched you closely, eyeing the products you put on your face.

“Why do you have so many potions for your face?” he asked, a small smile on his face.

“Sam, its three things, and it's so my face doesn't break out and get greasy” You explained

He was nothing short of intrigued by your explanation “But why is your face wash called la roach pussy?” he asked, reading the bottle

“Its probably french or something” you shrugged “I don't know how to actually say the name”

When both of you were ready for bed, you turned on the current episode of desperate housewives that you were on.

You snuggled into Sam, he wrapped his arms around your waist, and you leaned into his shoulder. Both of you attempting to cuddle while still being able to see the show.

Sam placed a kiss on the top of your head “I’m sorry we don't get a lot of alone time, I wish I could give you a white picket fence life, but I think we both know that's out of the question by now”

“Sammy don't apologize, and I’m okay with not having a Stepford Wives style of living” you paused “It’s more interesting to research monsters and see you come back sweaty and covered in dirt, its hot” you giggled and poked his chest, he shook his head in response, but a small laugh escaped.

“Sam, I really do love you and I wouldn't trade the life we have for anything, I like knowing we helped people at the end of the day” you added earnestly.

A smile played on his face as he brought you in for a kiss. It was slow and loving, he brought a hand to hold the back of your head, gently toying with your hair. You scratched and rubbed his shoulder, your other hand on his neck playing with the tufts of hair.

The kiss became heated when Sam picked you up and set you on his lap, doing it with such ease it felt as if you weighed nothing. He worked kisses along your collarbone, a soft moan escaping your lips at the sensation. He placed a few kisses on your shoulder before pulling your shirt over your head. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of your bare chest, running his hands along your sides a few times, tracing your figure, before grabbing one of your breasts with his large hands, he began to gently toy with your nipple. Your incoherent encouragement and praises followed, you were unable to speak properly, it had been a while since you had been able to be so intimate with Sam.

“I know baby, it's okay” he said in response to your babbling.

You ground down onto his lap, earning a groan from him, you had your hand around the back of his neck tugging on his hair more desperately now, your other hand holding on to his large arm. You felt his growing erection against your core, your arousal pooling at the overwhelming sensations you were experiencing.

Sam brought his lips to yours again, his chest heaving as he harshly breathed while kissing you. His hand on the back of your head pushed you into him, holding you close. You continued to grind down onto his lap, Sam swallowing your soft moans and letting out groans and soft whines of pleasure.

As Sam was beginning to pull off your pants you heard a knock at the door. You sighed, not wanting this moment to be cut short. You threw your shirt on quickly and climbed out of Sam’s lap, giving him a sweet kiss.

“Are you two decent” Dean yelled through the door

Sam was uncomfortably shifting around, pulling the blanket over his lap.

“Yep, just watching tv” You yelled back

You heard the door unlock and Dean entered the room, laughing at Sam’s messy hair and your disheveled shirt, he chose to keep his comments to himself and made his way to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Sam pulled you into him, his chest flush against your back, he wrapped his arms around you, and you snuggled into him. You could tell he was still aroused, his erection poking you. You giggled at his issue, and he sighed but also laughed.

“We’ll get our own room next time” he told you and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

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[azullumi]

“withering desires of a cruel man with broken confessions” ; aventurine

to you : 🧀 nonnie !! i hope you had a wonderful birthday and i’m sorry for taking a long time to finish this but hey, it’s done now (finally). belated happy birthday and i wish you all the best <33

premise — his belief that he doesn’t deserve the good things is rooted deeply underneath the dirt where he buries his corpse, and he doesn’t deserve you; this is an ode to clementia and he wishes that his song reaches you.

tags — w/ gender-neutral reader, fluff to angst, friends to friends that knows they like each other, orange as a metaphor for love, angry and forced love confessions, aven my self-sabotage and mixed signals king, 1.5k ; one-shot

note — made while listening to phoebe bridgers, faye webster, adrianne lenker, and ichiko aoba. this was supposed to be a short drabble about peeling oranges and sharing with them what happened

They say clementines are a symbol for mercy—gentle, soft, and sweet, like an echo of the sun. 

There’s the fresh smell of citrus in the air as he delicately pulls its skin to reveal its form, a warm burst of sunset trapped within its fragile walls, and his nails will be tainted by the color of its penance and he’ll forget what it feels like to only have hatred in his heart. Maybe that’s how forgiveness tastes; salvation will fill his blood as he sheds tears that carry his sins (they were never his).

“I don’t know how you can do that flawlessly.” You say, your voice drenched in wonder and amazement as you watch the movement of his fingers, adeptly peeling the fruit. The sections come apart neatly and perfectly in his hands.

He smiles, “It’s easy.”

“It’s not.” You insist, reminding him of the horror of the state the orange has become when you tried to share it with him. “Did you see the holes I tore through it? I was left with nothing but the mere coat because the juice sprayed in all directions.”

The sound of laughter forms in his throat and escapes, “It’s because it was small and the skin is hard. Come on.” He holds a small piece near your face and you part your lips open enough for him to feed you; a warm feeling resides in your cheeks as you chew. There’s a burst of sweetness, with hints of sourness that lingered in its nature in your mouth—it reminds you of the night when he held your form and gently guided you to the melody of the song. 

“Is it sweet?” He asks, his head tilted a little to the side as he bores his gaze at you. There are lingering touches, whispered honey-coated words, affectionate gestures, and eyes painted of different vivid hues and contrasting pristine tones that never seem to hold the light, only reflecting your form within. You hum, nodding your head as you answer, “You should teach me how to peel them, you know. I don’t want to be calling you everytime or having to rely on you too much.”

(Truthfully, and hopefully so, may you never learn so he’ll get to be this close to you always.)

He smiles, sunshine peeking through his expression, “I wouldn’t mind.” He wouldn’t mind if it were just a small matter or nothing at all, you can keep on calling for him, ask for his assistance or simply just his presence—he’ll come running to you. He whispers, “Use me as you wish,” and his words shatter as it falls to the ground. (See him as a tool that has never known its purpose. See him as worthless but mere dust that covers your window sills. See him as nothing but a fool who never understood the lines in his heart.)

You say, “You know you’re not just as little as that to me.”

“Then what am I to you?” The comfort of silence settles in the gaps of his fingers and he finds himself seeking, waiting, with bated breath. His gaze seems to still at your eyes before falling to your lips, lingering for a few moments before meeting your eyes once more, and your hands tremble; you know the answer, you know what to say, you know, you know, you know, you know—and, at once, there’s the warm feeling of his lips on yours as you pull him in, as he pulls you in.

It’s gentle, soft in all of its edges and cracks. He holds your face in his hands and you intertwine yours in his locks, and you pull at his hair, eliciting a hum from him. It’s a burst of warmth, the taste of something sweet still left in your tongue as he kisses you. It’s short yet it will be engraved and buried in the depths of your mind for eternity.

“I like you.” You whisper against his lips as you part, eyes heavy on each other yet his gaze wavers and his breath shudders.

“I…” Why else would he continuously seek your embrace? Why else would he prefer to be alone with you even if it’s just silence between you and him (your presence alone brings him comfort)? Why else would he take such time to understand your form and cradle your being as if you were born from glass? He didn’t have your hands carve the shape of his thoughts into the form of your being just so he wouldn’t capture the feeling of your touch on his skin and how he craves, yearns for it like a starved man—and yet, he’ll hold his head down in humiliation as he looks for the words on the ground. He’s worthless, useless, nothing like his ‘luck’ that seems to curse everyone around him, and you’re everything he’s not. “I’m sorry.”

His hands fall from your cheeks and he stands up, saying, “I’m sorry, I have to go.” 

The chair screeches beneath him; his thoughts remain silent yet deafening, your voice fading into white noise as you call for him. He has to leave—each of his footsteps are heavy, echoing back to him as if a semblance to contempt and mockery that trails his wake.

Fear and shame forms at the bottom of his lungs. What even is he afraid of? Is it the lack of experience? The fear of abandonment? But humans are not strangers to those thoughts, people are bound to leave and Aventurine wasn’t unfamiliar with that, so how could he be afraid of something that has become a friend to him? Maybe it’s when he’s torn apart from flesh to bones and they’ll see there’s nothing in him—he was born out of barren wastelands and dust, his form has been long since buried under the golden sands. Maybe it's when he’s shown everything to them and they seek for something that he doesn’t have; the disappointment that lies in their expression will forever haunt him. Was it fear or was it worry that nobody could ever love him for what he truly is? Behind the expensive clothes he wears, the shining and heavy jewelry on his wrist, the suffocating rings on his hand, maybe they prefer his skin tainted with letters instead of wounds that brands him as human.

“—Rine.” A hand grasps at his wrist, preventing him from leaving. He stills in his position, feet glued to the floor and his back turned against you. Your voice breaks, “Stay, please.”

He’s stuck, sutured to the ground, hesitation sewing his mouth shut. You urge him to turn around, your fingers tugging at him, so he could face you, so you could see him—he’s tattered, torn and conflicted over something you’ll never know. The unfriendly air of the cold night wraps around his figure, but your hand eases warmth and comfort in his weary bones.

“Why did you kiss me?” You seek for something in the gaps of his expression, looking for a falter in the lines of his features to know the thoughts that he hides beneath all the charades and facades.

“…It was a mistake.”

You answer, frustration slowly seeping into your tone, “You know damn well it’s not.” He knows completely well it’s not and it will never be. And you don’t cry nor plead, you beg with sore, trembling palms for an answer to soothe the disturbance of the waves that will come to swallow you, drowning you in the murky waters of your mind. “You don’t get to hold my hands and cradle me in yours and tell me it’s nothing. You don’t get to look at me in a way that is reminiscent of lovers and tell me it doesn’t mean anything. You don’t get to kiss me and say that it’s a mistake. You’re a cruel man, Aventurine, and you’re unfair for telling me that it was all nothing but a mistake when you haunt my dreams.”

“…I’m sorry.” He closes his eyes for a moment, darkness swallowing his vision yet his mind conjures an image of you in it, berating him. The broken pieces of your words are left scattered on the bottom of yours and his feet.

You ask, voice low, “Do you like me?”

“Why—“

“It’s a yes or no question, ‘Rine. Do you like me or do you not?”

“I love you.” His voice is raised and cracks start to form on the surface of his expression, “and it’s scaring me.” Forgive me. The clock continues to tick despite the world seemingly coming to a still at his words.

The air is suffocating and the silence sits on your shoulders before he says, whispering in a broken tone, “I’m leaving.”

And this time, you don’t stop him. His steps are rushed against the flooring, the sound of the door closing echoes throughout the corners of your mind. The walls of your home stand tall over you, his confession written and tearing through all over your wallpaper, screaming at you; you’re left crumbling on the floor. The sweet scent of citrus lingers in the air, the mess the two of you made still on the counter tops, and you wished you told him you love him too.

tagging @toorurs, the loveliest and sweetest of all. i hope you know that you're cherished and loved by me, and i'm so glad to have you and the sun that touches your skin must be too <33 always be reminded that you're beautiful and i appreciate everything that you do and say (you always make me laugh even when it's just the smallest and useless of things like wow you must have a special talent in making someone smile) !! thank you for always being there for me too and always cheering me up, and also making my day because everything for me nowadays is becoming unbearable and you're the only one that keeps me sane (fk exams and projects and research im going to cry)

© azullumi — do not plagiarize, copy, repost, nor translate any of my works.

[xixovart]

argo2nauts music headcannons because this is too much

the misinformation some of you guys have spread regarding their music taste is insane/hj

(p.s: this is my take on this, if you disagree it’s alright!! it’s just fun and games :D)

(ps2: if any artist/band i mention is problematic please lmk!!)

percy - perseus jackson is a pretty intimidating skater kid with a resting bitch face who is covered head to toe in scars and has his ears pierced. where did the ‘high school musical/disney sitcom’ percy allegations come from. he likes led zeppelin (he canonically has a t shirt in toa if i can remember!!), childish gambino, d4vd, late night drive home, deftones, arctic monkeys, and chase atlantic.

fav song -

annabeth: this is a bit harder.. i think her music taste is either extremely varied or only listens to one album on repeat until her ears bleed. for my sanity i’m going with the former. i think she’d cry over boygenius and mitski (for obvious reasons) and i think she’d like sombr and famous 70/80s guys like queen, david bowie, ac/dc, the smiths ofc. and such. also mac demarco and phoebe bridgers!!!!”!?

fav song -

grover underwood - ADRIANNE LENKER!!!!!: THERE IS NOT A DOUBT IN MY MIND ABOUT IT. all of her songs suit him in one way or another. he needs to be seen more i love him to death. underrated man fr. also late night drive home, beach house, dream ivory, the smiths, queen, cas, WAVE TO EARTH!!!!!

fav song -

i know what youre thinking. “mali, will you ever shut up about this song?” answer is no. i will not.

piper mclean - CHAPPELL ROAN CHAPPELL ROAN IS HERRSSSS??? CASUAL? GOOD LUCK BABE???? HERS!!!! honorable mention: girl in red because don’t forget your roots. also madds buckley MAYBE? idk. also probably cas 🤷‍♀️

fav song -

nico - oh my beloved. he’d definitely listen to italian music when he misses bianca/maria but idk any italian artists so… for now we’re going with english music. and also very specific turkish song: m. by anil emre daldal because will. i’m thinking mitski, roar, mac demarco, OBVIOUSLY SUFJAN STEVENS??? cults, alex g, grimes, also very specifically: cupid by jack stauber? MAYBE conan gray… idk. and also definitely nirvana and guns n roses

fav song -

i heard this song while thinking of him and my heart SHATTERED guys do not make the same mistake i did.

hazel - i?? don’t know? really uhh… probably gracie abrams or adrianne lenker? phoebe bridgers, beach house?? soft rythm/music, deep/depressing lyrics. maybe tnbh but DEFINITELY current joys and adrianne lenker

(yes i made these first songs a rainbow on purpose (not rlly..) shut up i thought it’d be funny)

also this is her favorite song because it reminds her of nico and maybe marie, specifically the first lines!! (marceline [nico], is it just you and me in the wreckage of the world?)

frank zhang - MAC DEMARCO!! BEACH HOUSE!! TV GIRL!! CONAN GRAY!! MONTAN FISH!! GANG OF YOUTHS!! also his grandmother liked to listen to songs in mandarin and he likes remembering her so he constantly listens to 茉莉花 (Mòlìhuā) and uhh if you have any other old mandarin songs lmk :D!! and honorable mention: it almost worked by tv girl

fav song -

because it was his mother’s favorite song

jason grace - this is difficult.. like very. i don’t think he’d listen to music very much and it’s getting hard to not keep repeating artists. rmcm maybe? laufey, probably.. he listens to pretty much everything his friends to. he’s very flexible when it comes to music :)

fav song -

will solace - controversial maybe but i don’t think he’d like taylor swift very much.. no problem with her but i’d just like to see more variety in will’s music taste hcs. i think he’d love mac demarco (he’s been mentioned lke 8 times by now but he really is will’s favorite artist), tv girl, beach weather, the smiths, chappell roan, current joys, vacations, lemon demon, sufjan stevens, boygenius. conan gray, specifically summer child because it was written for him (i would know conan told me), and obviously the entirety of the mamma mia soundtrack. because it’s will.

fav song -

from the same album as nico because symbolism and that entire song is for them and tyem only (and also achicleos)

leo valdez - MY BELOVED!! very specifically the spanish part in stress relief (si puedes venir conmigo, amor, yo te enseño todo lo que hay. pq me tratas asi?? como no soy nadie ITS VALGRACE GUYS!!) uhh also chappell roan.. and your best american girl by mitski. and the smiths and queen and pavement. and lemon demon, the strokes, the cure.. maybe nirvana? and the front bottoms

fav song -

ok thats it im lagging so hard bye

[spydergaz]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ not a lot, just forever.

🍂📀🍁

word count : 654

cw: fluff, no actual pronouns used, peter is awkward as hell, idk your vibe, but it’s a good one, peter is a cranberries fan.

a/n: i haven’t properly written something in forever :/ but i’m trying i swear lol. i was also listening to Adrianne Lenker while writing this so that may have influenced this a bit.

the leaves crunch under your converses as you walk, your arms swinging loosely by your sides as you wave your hands in the breeze. you’re walking across campus to your next class, a routine you've grown fond of due to the simplicity of it all. you consider yourself a simple person, you enjoy small things like rocks and the sound of the river that flows under the bridge of your campus.

you’re also noticeably quiet, so much so that your teachers have stopped trying to get you to participate in group discussions. you don’t mind though, you’re content being by yourself.

and so is peter. he’s just as quiet as you, he always has headphones on. you can faintly hear his music, you like the fact that he likes the cranberries, you do too. but he tends to sit away from you, he doesn’t hate you, how could he? the way you skip around campus, the way you collect and paint rocks, the way you sit by the river, the way you’re so freely yourself.

his crush on you is something you’re oblivious too, and he’s too scared to even look at you. he’s read so many books on nature related topics that he might turn into a walking weed, he’s replayed a conversation with you in his head so much he could write a script about it. he wants to ask you to get coffee, he’s seen you sip coffee once or twice, maybe he’ll ask you to see a movie?

he knows you like superheroes, he sees the superman pin on your tote bag. but talking to you seems like his kryptonite, like he’ll die if he tries.

but today he’ll try, he’ll try and push past that fear and talk to you.

~

it’s the afternoon, you’re sitting on a bench and quietly sketching the trees in front of you. your foot lightly tapping on the grass to your music that plays softly in your headphones.

he feels like he’s being creepy, holding flowers for a person who doesn’t even know him. but he sighs and walks up to you, cringing at himself as he taps your shoulder.

“hi uhm, i’m not trying to be creepy but-“ he’s cut off by your eyes peering into his, he feels so small when you look at him with those pretty eyes.

“are those flowers?”

“for you.”

“me..?” you smile as he hands them to you, they’re some sunflowers, they’re fake, but the gesture is nice anyways. “the real ones are super expensive and uh-“

you shake your head and look up at him again. “i get it, it’s okay.” he nervously laughs, mindlessly fidgeting with his fingers.

“could i ask your name?” you reply with your name and he smiles, smiles that you trust him enough already for that. “i’m peter parker, i promise i’m a lot more composed usually.”

you laugh at the self deprecating joke.

“i’ve seen you in class.”

“well i don’t tend to turn invisible, i’ve seen you too. which is why i’m giving you flowers.”

you smile, you appreciate how nice he is and how awkward he is too. “i was- am asking you out by the way, if you’re… interested?” you nod, laughing a bit.

“well don’t laugh at me, i’m trying!” his voice is mockingly whiny as he laughs with you. “but you’re like.. okay with going on a date?” you nod again, stifling your laughter for his sake.

“how does a cafe sound?”

“i like the sound of that, I’m always in a mood for coffee.”

“when do you… wanna go?”

“tomorrow? after class?”

“holy shi- uh- yeah that’s okay.” and with that he stands there awkwardly before clearing his throat and nodding, sighing of relief. “yeah i’ll see you tomorrow! uh, i’ve gotta bounce.” you nod in response and wave him goodbye as he runs off, you can practically hear the smile in his voice.

© spydergaz.tumblr please don't claim my work as your own, copy it, or put it on different websites without my consent. Translations are welcome if you do not post them. ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

[disastercyborgecho]

SOBB Week #4 [Both Prompts]

I made myself cry with this one boys

@summer-of-bad-batch

Prompt: Cadets

Prompt: “You really think you’re going without me? Not going to happen.”

CW: Death (the gentle, soft kind, that we all hope awaits us)

One of my favorite lines from this:

'But he and his brothers were collared beasts no longer. They were standing on shaking new legs, reborn as something gentler, with teeth never meant to rip and tear and hurt. All learning to walk together.'

Something about those dog metaphors ruins me every time. I wanted to explore the depression that Echo struggles with, and how that looks when someone doesn't have a name for it, but still faces it head on every day. How it looks with a found family that you didn't necessarily ask for, not at first. Anyway, hope you enjoy! Comments/constructive criticism welcome :)

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No Longer a Biting Beast

Song Listened to while writing: Half-Return by Adrianne Lenker

Echo knew that the Bad Batch considered him family. He understood that logically, emotionally, what have you. But deep down, just under his heart where his body was still his and not machine, he felt as though he was an outsider to a group of people that knew each other in a way he would never understand.

They were cadets together. Boys together, for however short it had been.

Before Order 66, before everything had gotten worse and gotten better all at once, Echo could not help step into the role of observer easily aboard the Marauder.

He would watch Hunter and Wrecker play-fight while he settled down in the cockpit, cackling and wrestling each other to the floor with juvenile energy, laughing as they held each other down, Wrecker tugging Hunter’s bandana into his eyes and shouting with glee and Hunter claiming “That’s still cheating, you know! Doesn’t matter we’re not tubies anymore!” 

As they shared rations before bunking down, he would watch the way Crosshair and Tech would pick apart the food they didn’t like, passing it back and forth wordlessly until both ended up with a full meal of something they actually enjoyed. It was practiced and calm, something done even running on little to no sleep because the same thing had been done since they were only 5 years out of the tube. Echo would eat his own rations, dry on his tongue, and have to look away, because the person that he used to share with was gone forever. 

It wasn’t as though Echo was trying to be an outsider. He had joined CF 99 because he was one already in his old battalion. He saw it on Rex’s face, eyes so tired for someone so young still, watching regs that used to be Echo’s brothers sneer at him or avoid him as best they could. Rex didn’t approve, but there was only so much one man could do, and both he and Echo knew it. It was war, and if Echo didn’t fit, then he would go somewhere where he could keep fighting. It was all any of them knew. 

In battle, Echo didn’t feel separated from his new brothers, not anymore anyway. They had practiced their formations, their plans, everything, until he was just another cog in a perfect bloody machine. He pretended like he didn’t crave that feeling of anonymity, just another face among identical faces, in every other moment of his life. 

But inevitably, he would find himself back in the cockpit of the Marauder, watching a scene play out in front of him that drove home how long these men had known each other. An inside joke, a reference to a battle he wasn’t there for, and memories of cadet training that Echo would never understand. It was bitter in his mouth alongside rations he couldn’t share.

When Omega joined them, when Crosshair left, he was too busy to stick his fingers in the hole left in his chest by trauma and isolation. He had to keep Omega safe. Keep his brothers safe.

And with Cross gone, everyone was feeling out a new space in a family that suddenly, painfully, looked very different. But then Cross was back, and everything was different. And everything was the same. Because these men had been cadets together, and that would never change, and Hunter and Wrecker were still too used to only one other man to wrestle with to ask Echo to join, and Tech and Cross only exchanged food with one another. Because every little thing that was a happy moment from their ‘childhood’ they guarded like feral dogs, latching onto it and shaking it to make sure it would stay with them forever. Echo couldn’t blame them.

Echo thinks that perhaps this is why he left to join Rex in the end. Because he was a dog too, his teeth blunt from gnawing on something long rotten, and he craved something new to rip into. He craved the familiar meat of identical faces and identical voices and a language passed down and taught in secret to those coming after them, holding onto anything that they could call their own besides their names. 

But too soon, sooner than others because of metal veins and gears in his heart, Echo became an old dog, teeth gone and fur patchy. He wanted to keep fighting, keep chasing something to fill up that hole in his chest, but Rex placed a heavy calloused hand on his shoulder, the other on his chest, handprint warm where it was once painted onto armor, and he pressed their foreheads together. They both had more wrinkles now, but Echo could remember when they were both young, moving through the ranks. When they were cadets, too. 

“Go home, vod’ika,” Rex whispered. “It’s okay to rest. It’s time.” 

So Echo went home. 

Pabu was the same as when he had last seen it, but more faces there looked like his own had when he was with the 501st, when he was still whole. And there were the faces that he knew so well now, too, waiting for him. 

He hadn’t realized how much he had missed them until the moment that he saw them all there, curled up in the sun, faces tanned and relaxed. Happy. 

Omega glanced up, and when she saw him she squealed in happiness and sprinted toward him as though a string pulled her there uncontrollably. Echo scooped her up without hesitation, laughing with her, tears in his eyes, before pressing their foreheads together.

“I’m home, vod’ika,” he whispered to her. “I’m home.” 

His brothers joined them, pulled to him just as Omega had, and the hole in his chest didn’t feel like it was so big.

It was still there as he carved out a space for himself on Pabu. It would probably never leave. But he and his brothers were collared beasts no longer. They were standing on shaking new legs, reborn as something gentler, with teeth never meant to rip and tear and hurt. All learning to walk together.

Slowly, painfully sometimes, Echo stitched a patch over the hole.

The threads were made of his brothers, of his sister. Of Cross’s shaking hand, of Tech’s pink scars still raw and new, of Wrecker’s fishing lures strung through their kitchen, and Hunter’s jackets left draped over the couch in their living room. Of Omega and her friends leaving dirty boots by their doorstep and falling asleep tangled up together in Echo’s bed as he told them stories of his own days as a cadet, tangled up with his brothers telling their own. Winding together until they were indistinguishable. 

In this way, he aged. Grey hair, crow’s feet from laughter, the whole nine yards. And so did his brothers. They may not have been boys together, but they made their final home together. They grew old together. It was not something any of them had believed could happen, but here they were. On their porch in Pabu, watching the sun set over the water, rocking gently in chairs woven and built by Wrecker and Tech, painted bright yellows and blues by Crosshair. Tech was asleep on Cross’ shoulder, and Hunter held a soft smile on his face as the sun warmed the freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks. Wrecker was drawing something in a notebook, the familiar scratches of his pencil on paper a soft lullaby. Echo looked out at the sun, at his home, and then back at his family. And he realized that he felt like he fit. That he was going to join the stars among people that loved him most. He sighed, and leaned his head back in his chair. He was not scared, as the darkness approached. He welcomed it, after all this time. And as he had one foot on one side of the veil and one on the other, he saw him. 

Fives was standing next to his chair, a hand on his shoulder, but he did not look like Echo remembered him. He was old too. His hair had grayed, his beard grown out, and smile lines settled deep on his face. He looked down at Echo and grinned, and that was still the same. He beckoned Echo toward the light, and Echo stood to follow. Then he felt something tug at his other shoulder. He looked behind him, and saw his brothers. 

They were still in their chairs as the sun slowly set on the bad batch, but they also stood with him, and Hunter, who had stopped him, smiled. 

“You really think you’re going without us? Not going to happen.”

His family nodded. 

“We’re going together.” Crosshair added, determined as always.

And Echo couldn’t ask for anything else.

As they followed Fives into the stars, their bodies left warm and asleep in the fading sun, they became young again.

Six cadets made their way to the next life, laughing and stumbling over one another as they looked forward to their next adventure. One they would face together.

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AO3 Link

[0girlblog0]

Adrianne Lenker's "anything," on her album songs, is a rushed, repetitive, urgent plea to an ex-lover, Indigo, reminiscing on Christmas Eve and hot summer days. Adrianne tells Indigo what she wants - "I wanna sleep in your car while you're driving, lay in your lap when I'm crying" - but also recognizes jealousy in the relationship, saying, "Now you get pissed, unchecked calls and messages." Her quiet, melancholy, innocent voice, paired with the floating, flowing, constant guitar, conveys the simple but powerful pain Adrianne feels in the form of a lullaby. This song is an ode to all the small pleasures of human relationships, like not having to "talk about anything," just witnessing someone's "eyes looking." In the last verse, the song shifts from reminiscing on the good and bad in the relationship, and instead, Adrianne asks, "Weren't we the stars in heaven..?" wanting to know why the relationship ended if it was as great as she thought it was. She answers her question, saying she couldn't say "the words" like Indigo did, but she justifies it, saying, "I was scared, Indigo, but I wanted to." The song is so intimate and honest that it feels intrusive to even listen to it.

This song changed how I think about love because it puts what I want so simply. The best people around you are those you can sit with and not have to do or say anything. Adrianne doesn't want anything shiny. She wants something safe and honest, which is all we can hope for in a relationship. Some of my happiest moments are just being in the presence of my friends, driving in a car, watching a movie, or sleeping next to them and just being able to know that they are there. It is nice to know that you don't have to impress them. All you have to do is exist with them.

[starmycar]

Cole headcanons

They have a bad habit of chewing their nails, it's not a severe habit that they do it all the time but it's noticeable. Like you can look at their nails and it's shorter than a normal person's nails.

Clemy tried to break their bad habit but it lasted for a few weeks before they got back to their bad habit 😑

THEY'RE EXTREMELY GOOD AT BORED GAMES

To the point that when the gang tries to play bored games they ask Cole to take it easy on them 😭

Their love language is gift giving <3

They deffo made the gang matching friendship bracelets 😝

They're really good at making bracelets that Kingsley decided to make their hobby a business 😋 Cole didn't mind tho but their fingers were starting to hurt 😞 that's why they have a bandages on their fingers

MATCHING BANDAGES WITH KINGSLEY 😝

THEY LOVE CATS IT'S ADORABLE 😭💕

Clemy prolly found them hugging a cat in their sleep 🥺 it was so adorable 😭

Cole also found an injured stray kitten and BEGGED Perrine to let them keep it but Perrine said no 😞

But Cole was too soft hearted so they took care of it and sneaked the kitten in 😜 so now they have a pet cat 🥺

THEY'RE GOOD AT WRITING POEMS

They prolly have a poem about clemy stacked in their drawer somewhere

Cole and the gang had this ritual where every time it's raining they have to dance under the rain 🤭

They tried to cut their hair once 😐 IT DID NOT END WELL 😶 Kingsley walked in on them cutting their hair and teased them for it 😊

Kingsley was prolly like "what did you do to your hair 😂" "don't tell anyone please 🙏���" and Kingsley agreed to help Cole with their hair but they still teased them about it 🙄

Has a soft spot for animals so they became a vegan 🥺 they just can't handle eating animals yknow?

Prolly has a secret spot outside of the village where they could just take a breather and relax because we need one once in a while y'know?

They are quite clumsy so they get hurt sometimes 😣 it's not that they're not aware of their surroundings oh no it's just that the universe is just against them 😐

They sometimes trip on nothing, bump into a random object so ye they have scars now 😎

If they were in our universe they most definitely have noise cancelling headphones

They listen to Cavetown, alex G, the bird and the bee, and Adrianne lenker

Their playlist name is deffo poetic and stuff, and selects the most random cover photo for their playlist

They won't live without music, so if all music mysteriously vanishes they won't live AT MOST 10 minutes (same)

Is musically smart

Also have this weird obsession of biology

So Yap about it A LOT to clemy, albeit shyly because they don't want to overshare 😣

But when Cole learned that clemy didn't mind they were OVER THE MOON

Is not a morning person like you PHYSICALLY have to pull them out of their bed

Is because their bed is REALLY comfortable to the point that one of the group snuck into their bedroom and slept there *ahem* Kingsley WHO SAID THAT

They have a bad case of nightmares, to the point that Perrine had to come over to their bedroom and wake them up because they were shaking and breathing heavily ☹️

It's so sad though because Cole because of the nightmares they stopped sleeping for 5 days 😦

But Perrine noticed and dragged them back to bed so not to worry 🤗 how'd Perry notice? It was probably because Cole was starting to hallucinate 😵‍💫

Their interaction basically went like this "hey Perrine what is that? 😟" "what is what Cole? 🤨" "that tree over there 🫵 it has faces on them 😦" "no it's not Cole 😑 okay you need to go to bed 😮‍💨"

After Cole slept they were scolded by Perrine 😣

𝗔/𝗻

This was so fun to make because I relate to Cole a lot so it wasn't hard to make 😋 and I will prolly post Kingsley's headcanons after this 🤭

Thank you for reading ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡

[fruitmilkshake]

I wish we could stay this way

Request by; Anon.

Warnings; none, just domestic fluff and Jake having nostalgia and melancholy.

Notes; this is my first request, so i'm sorry if this isn't the best you will read 😅.

My native lenguage isn't English, so i'm sorry if i make a mistake at writing this, and i'm sorry if this has Spelling mistakes or if the pronunciation is wrong

Jake's point of View;

It's been a long time ever since the RDA abandoned Pandora.... My new home, I can't help but feel that something's still missing... Someone's missing..... I wonder how are Grace and Trudy doing with the great mother.....

The noise of the water splashing as Lo'ak and Neteyam are playing 'fights' in the lake snapped me out of my thoughts, They seem so happy playing with each other, that remains me of me and Tom... I wonder how he's doing too....

"Neteyam, Lo'ak! Don't play so rough!" I Heard Neytiri's voice from inside the Ma'rui, I can see her braiding and brusing Kiri's short and black hair, while she speaks to her, I don't exactly know what's they're speaking about... Maybe something about the next communion with eywa, but this one is not a simple one, this one is for my new child, my youngest daughter; Tuk, I can see her lying in her basket next to Neytiri, she seems so happy and innocent, and i am too....

The feeling that I finally have something to fight for is more than i could ever ask for..... I love them so much... I wish we could stay this way.......

Well... That's all :D, I'm sorry if this is too short and simple, this is all that got to my head in the moment 😅, but i hope you enjoyed reading this..

Bye! <3

Also, here's something to listen to while reading this

[c-kiddo]

hi hi your drawings are amazing and i love each and every one of them, and i love dfy as well. it's comforting but like a nostalgic memory of a cold autumn morning when i Had to go to school but really didn't want to. i was curious, do you ever imagine your characters or your favourite characters (like cad) listening to the same music as you do? like him listening to the microphones or una and ava listening to mount eerie? what would any of them think abt it?

thank u ! glad u like things i make :- )

ava and ùna yes, for sure . tho idk how canon it is to the world because i find it tricky to set it in a specific time or place. but in spirit yes, ùna is a big Microphones fan especially. ava likes the weird quiet soft Mount Eerie things and loves his voice . i've drawn them singing his music too. ùna is v much into music as a thing, like listens to everything and has opinions abt it (fave is like crunchy loud lofi stuff, like the microphones) but she also likes tracy chapman, big thief/adrianne lenker. she likes this song:

and this is an ùna ava song in general to mee . so them

as for characters that aren't mine, idk i dont think abt it that much but especially if they're not set in this world . it feels incorrect to me. for cad i cant imagine him super listening to a lot of recorded music tbh , mmore like what his family or him are playing, or the radio or just the sounds outside. in dfy i think he just kind of hangs around and doesnt realise he could listen to music (autism coded). maybe he likes something repetitive like the shipping forecast.

ok maybe actually i do have other thoughts but its not like music i like i just think its funny to say characters have music taste thats a bit shit (in ->my<- opinion). like i bet fjord listens to imagine dragons while working out and is like wow this is so motivational . and im sorry for saying this but i just know jester would be a swiftie .

[seasluug3]

good morning (its also night , but not as late so heh.)

i just wanted to share my headcannons for the groups but i actually have like never made any headcannons … SO! I’m not too sure about what to do but after seeing some others i get the idea so here are mine:3

MUSIC !!!

aiden listens to anything, country? listens to. rap? listens. calm? listens. loud? listens. etc

ashlyn listens to anything calm , especially during ballet. but she also sometimes listens to country, she also listens to paramore aswell

logan listens to older songs, and rock songs. his grandparents getting him into ghe older music

ben listens to rap and calmer type of music, and has also make separate playlists for all of the group

tyler listens to country and calmer music types

taylor also listens to any type of music, but mainly types of artists like mitski, laufey, adrianne lenker YOU GET IT!!!

COOK/BAKE

aiden can’t cook or bake, but he can cook/bake some stuff and is getting taught by the group

ashlyn can cook some stuff, and can’t bake

ben can’t cook that well, but can bake

logan can bake, can’t cook that well

tyler can cook, and kind of can bake, sometimes he teaches them how to cook if they don’t know, while ben teaches them to bake if they don’t know how

taylor can bake, and really enjoys it, she’s also trying to learn how to cook

RANDOM cause like why not ???

aiden gives everyone sweets that they like

ashlyn teaches them how to braid her hair correctly, so they don’t damage it

the group (when they decide to) plays horror games or any multiplayer game, if there’s only a four player for multiplayer, they take turns

tyler teaches ben every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday. during the summer tyler adds in Saturdays

every few days they have sleepovers, to the point where all the parents are tempted to give an extra set of keys since they’re there a lot

in the phantom dimension, after coming from a different place, ashlyn head counts everyone making sure that they didn’t accidentally leave anyone or to make sure no one got lost

ben usually tends to everyone’s injuries, if multiple people are injured tyler sometimes help, as they both have experience with injuries

taylor and logan have their own hangout times, and spend that time helping or chatting with each other about stuff they like

aiden and tyler both watch marvel movies with each other

ashlyn , logan, taylor, and ben also have hangouts with eachother where they watch random movies (nothing too intense or stupid) or just listen to music, this is usually when tyler and aiden are hanging out

aiden once wanted to get into spray painting, but didnt want to kill anything natural

ben teaches logan how to draw, while logan talks about information about space

taylor has a bunch of toy cars, or just mechanical stuff “meant” for kids

ben likes some types of bugs, the others he doesnt like. but he wont kill them

vampire empire came on when writing the ben(above this) one. dni and going to die!

anyways i hope someone like these and once again ive never or barely made headcannons so yaya new for me too, i mainly edit and write not make headcannons

about my child (evelyn) next 🚂🚂 sbg oc i fear

[delivery-guyy]

Intro

My name is Jasper but I also use Tyler, so either one is fine.

I'm 15 He / Him mmtrannyfagcore

Before you interact

I'm not okay with slurs. If you use them while we are talking I'll prolly let the conversation die there or ignore whatever you said. But!!!! I am okay with Fag and Tranny, since those two are ones I can claim :P but if u say the n or r slur I'll just leave it there.

FOX NEKONOMIMI, CALL ME FURRY AND I'LL CUT YOUR THROAT 🔥🔥🔥🔥���💗💗

If I make any mistake in English don't correct me I have zero respect for this language. 💗

(do correct me, I don't mind)

I'm into true crime! - I do not condone or dignify any of their actions, but if you do, I honestly don't care nor mind.

I consider the way I type to.. energetic? I will use a lot of '!!' and kaomojis or just any face.

If we become friends there's a 90% chance I get attached, and I will stop texting first to check if u text first too and it'll prolly end there :P

I love talking about anything, I love DMS, I love asks, I love people who yap, shit is interesting, honestly!

Academically smart, way too dumb for other shit.

Mentally ill, not enough money for therapy to know what's going on in my head.

And I think that's pretty much it to the byi section

My interests!

I'm interested in various topics and I'll give some examples of a few topics I like.

Art; I'm really interested into art and I specially love oil on canvas. My favorite paintings are the ones of flowers!! I do not paint tho.

History; I really like reading and/or learning about different wars, important events and just, history in general.

If you're a history nerd PLEASE I BEG ON MY KNEES FOR YOU TO YAP ABOUT IT W ME.

Animals; I LUV ANIMALS!! My fav animals are foxes, bats, coyotes, raccoons and deers.

Movies; I'm really deep into movies and I'd like to work in the cinematographic industry one day. My favorites movies are [not in order of preference] Fight Club, Zero Day, Trainspotting, The good, The bad and The ugly, Akira, Fantastic Mr. Fox, Gone Girl, Stay, Brokeback Mountain, Little Miss Sunshine, and way more!!

Music; some of the bands I listen to are, MSI, The Smiths, The Strokes, Hole, Radiohead, Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Cure, Bauhaus, De Saloon, Lucybell, Tronic, Gufi, Glup!, Lemon Demon, Mitski, ICP, MCR, KMFDM, Machine Girl, TV girl, Midori, The Smashing Pumpkins, Placebo, Soda Stereo, Deftones, SOAD, Adrianne Lenker, Slipknot, Leathermouth, Limp Bizkit, Aphex Twin, Kittie, Jack off Jill, Alex G and yeah way more..., i really can't stick to any genre.

Games; Faith: The Unholy Trinity, Postal, Portal, Psychopomp, Rental, Nocturnals, Psychosis, Limbo, Milk inside a bag of milk + Milk outside a bag of milk, Babbdi, Cry of Fear, Buckshot Roulette, Hotline Miami, Cult of the Lamb, Party Hard, etc..

Books; All quiet in the western front, Huáscar, Dracula, Piercing, The setting sun, Kwaidan, The perks of being a wallflower, Fight Club, Complete Poetry of Pizarnik, The song of Achilles, Circe, The Stranger, Metamorphosis, some more too that I can't remember rn.

DNI

I pretty much block freely, but I do have as DNI Racist, Trans/homo phobes, pdfiles, 🍇 ists, yk, all that kind of yucky people

That's pretty much all, if u want to talk dms are open.

[futturmanspookie]

Giving you a band/singer based on your fav Josh character!!

Those are just some stuff i thought about while listening to my playlists!

Josh Futturman: Alex G

Clapton Davis: Oasis OR Blur

Derek Danforth: Lana del Rey AKA Lizzie Grant

Mike Schmidt: The Cure

Peeta Mellark: Adrianne Lenker

Laser Allgood: Car Seat Headrest

This is also pretty based on my taste, so if you have any opinion, feel free to share it!!

I'll do a part two soon btw!

[omgwhatchloe]

songs a modern sean would listen to ?

OK FIRST THINGS FIRST THE CRANBERRIES!!

no. not linger. or sunday. i mean desperate andy, hollywood, liar, free to decide etc etc,THE SONGS PEOPLE WHO ACTUALLY LISTEN TO THE CRANBERRIES LISTEN TOO.

also a lot of the classics that his da showed him, basically the entire guardians of the galaxy soundtrack. eminem for sure, and other rappers. also just the occasional random song from an artist he doesnt really listen to other than that song. songs like midnight city, kids, time to pretend, fireflies are a yes for him. club classics, and party music are also an immediate yes.

he also has david bowie, fleetwood mac, amy winehouse, dolly parton, billy joel and embarrassing uk and irish drill music that he doesnt find embarrassing at all.

but thats just what he puts on the aux…

zombie from the cranberries is something he often listening too. he is 22 in modern times, born in 2002, so will not have experienced the troubles but his older family, his grandparents, his parents, his elder uncles and cousins definitely will have, as donegal was also affected by the troubles. he also just feels the pure devastation his country went through when he listens to both that song and his fathers traumatic stories.

he will never admit to anyone but lenny that he finds adrianne lenker songs super sweet, and some of the lyrics to relates to his own relationships (i think of him and lenny because i do ship them). even the ones he doesn’t/can’t relate too, he enjoys!

pink skies by zach bryan makes him absolutely bawl, like he was a mess the first time he heard it, “i bet god heard you coming” reminded him so strongly of his da he could not cope and lenny was also crying while trying to calm him down.

HOZIER!!!!!!!! he showed lenny hozier and looked absolutely delighted when lenny said he liked him. his favourite song is “like real people do” because thats my favourite song too.

lord huron, sufjan stevens, noah kahan, he thinks hes a casual mitski listener then finds himself actually having her less popular songs in his playlist instead of the ones you see more commonly. like, much less popular.

he has older uk music, like the cure, the smiths, oasis, queen, one song from the beatles that his da liked, etc.

he also still has a lot of random songs from artists he doesnt explore, but a lot sadder than whats on the aux. he also enjoys whatever the girls put on the speakers when hes in their room straightening marybeths hair (hehehe another headcanon i wont get into)

[neptunezo]

do NOT read lesbian angst while listening to Adrianne Lenker!!! Awful combination!!!