#Love wins all' (Lyrics English)

[musical-chick-13]

It is such weird experience to go, “From an artistic standpoint, this piece of media is Not Good, but I truly, unironically love it.”

[wavesmusic]

IU - 'Love wins all' (Lyrics English)

[maryleclerc]

could you do a fic about the reader being a singer and she goes to one of luke's NHL hockey games and she is spotted there like Taylor swift was and than she writes a whole love album about her and luke

love this request, and i hope you like this 💗

LOVE SONG FOR YOU

REQUEST OPEN

PAIRING: Luke Hughes x Singer!reader

SUMMARY: After a night of supporting your boyfriend, Luke Hughes, at a New Jersey Devils game, your love for him spills over into a new album. Known for your voice and now for showing up in the stands to cheer him on, you catch the attention of fans from both your worlds. The album becomes a heartfelt reflection of your relationship, and in a playful interview with a close friend, you confirm what everyone had suspected – the album is a love letter to Luke.

WARNING: English is not my first language. Fluff, public attention, fan excitement, playful teasing, and pure romance.

Your heart pounded with excitement as you made your way to your seat, attempting to keep a low profile under a hoodie and a baseball cap. But no amount of disguise could change why you were here. You weren’t just a fan tonight, you were here to see Luke, Luke Hughes.

After a year and a half of dating, both you and Luke were used to supporting eachother from afar, you always watching his games online or catching highlights later, but tonight was different. Being here in person you could felt something electric. Your gaze stayed locked on him as he took a few warm-up laps on the ice with his teammates. Even from a distance, he looked as focused and intense as ever, radiating a quiet confidence that made your heart swell with pride.

Despite your attempt to stay under the radar, the fans around you soon began to whisper and point. Some recognized you, and you couldn’t help but smile as a few nearby Devils fans struck up casual conversation.

“Oh, so you’re a fan, huh?” a young woman in the row ahead of you said, grinning knowingly.

“Something like that,” you replied, giving her a wink.

They teased you gently, but they didn’t pry, simply enjoying the game and occasionally sharing their enthusiasm for Luke. It was heartwarming to see how loved he was by his fans, and you couldn’t help but feel an unexpected sense of camaraderie with them.

Every time Luke skated onto the ice, your eyes followed him. Each save, each play, had you holding your breath, and every victory had you clapping louder than anyone else around. There were a few moments when you caught Luke’s eye from across the rink, and though he couldn’t acknowledge you directly, the slightest hint of a smile in his eyes told you he knew you were there. In those moments, the rest of the arena seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your shared world.

When the game finally ended, with the Devils claiming a hard-fought win, you could hardly contain your pride. As you left the arena, fans with quick cameras snapped photos of you smiling, and before you knew it, they were posting online, tagging you with captions like

Spotted at Luke’s game! The way she looks at him tho…

Another power couple in sports and entertainment?

You couldn’t help but chuckled at the speculation, secretly thrilled by how much people adored seeing the two of you together.

For days after the game, memories of the night still lingered in your head. The loud cheers, the crowd’s energy, the sound of his skating on the ice, the sight of Luke in his element all of it stayed with you. Back at home, you found yourself replaying it in your mind over and over again, finding bits and pieces of inspiration in each moment.

Lyrics began to pour out, each one a line in the story of your love for Luke. Some were about the thrill of watching him play, while others were softer, quieter, capturing the moments no one else saw the late-night talks, the gentle laughter, the way he’d hold you close when no one was looking.

Writing the album felt like writing a love letter, something you considered a very romantic things. You poured all of your feelings into each verse, each melody, until the album began to take shape as a reflection of your love for him. The songs were intimate and honest, capturing the magic and the reality of being in a relationship with someone whose life was as much in the spotlight as yours.

When the album was complete, you felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. You hadn’t told Luke about it yet, wanting it to be surprise. And as the release date drew near, you could barely contain your anticipation.

When your album “Love Song for You” dropped, fans were quick to notice the clues. They dissected every lyric, analyzing lines like “the thrill of the crowd” and “the ice under your feet,” connecting them to Luke and his career. Social media erupted with theories, fans tagging both you and Luke in posts saying,

This HAS to be about him!

She’s definitely a Devils fan now!

Even Luke was taken aback when he first listened to it. He had suspected you’d been working on something special, but he hadn’t anticipated that each song would feel like a personal dedication. The two of you sat together on the couch, listening to the album as he took in each lyric. He reached over to hold your hand, his eyes full of emotion.

“This is incredible,” he said softly, his voice filled with awe. “I don’t know what to say… thank you.”

You smiled, leaning into him. “I just wanted to capture how I feel. How much I love you.”

For the next few days, social media, tiktok was flooded with reactions to the album. Fans shared clips, tagging both of you with heart emojis and comments even edits of their boyfriend, girlfriend.

A few days after the album release, you were invited to a friend’s podcast. They were well aware of your relationship with Luke and the story behind the album, but they kept things light, creating an atmosphere of fun and excitement.

After a few warm-up questions, the host leaned in with a smirk.

“So, there’s one thing everyone’s been dying to know,” they began, grinning.

“What was this album really about?”

You laughed, giving a playful shrug.

“What do you mean, ‘what was this album about?’” you replied, a twinkle in your eye. “Isn’t it too obvious?”

The host laughed, clearly delighted with your answer. “So it’s official then?” they teased, leaning back in their seat. “Our hockey star has his own singer-songwriter.”

“Absolutely,” you said, beaming.

“Every lyric, every melody, each and every single words, it’s all for him. He’s… well, he’s pretty inspiring.”

That night, you and Luke went out to celebrate, choosing a quiet, cozy restaurent where you could relax away from the public eye. As you settled into your seats at the restaurant, you both shared a laugh at the sheer amount of attention the interview had gotten.

Luke reached across the table to hold your hand, his eyes soft looking at you.

“You really didn’t have to do all that… but I’m so glad you did.”

You smiled, squeezing his hand. “I wanted everyone to know how amazing you are. You inspire me every day.”

He chuckled, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. “Well, now the whole world knows.” His voice softened. “Thank you. For every song, every word. I’m… the luckiest guy in the world.”

The two of you spent the rest of the evening lost in each other’s company, reminiscing over memories, and sharing dreams for the future, about his hockey career. By the time you left the restaurant, the street lights was already on, and as you walked hand in hand, you could felt the love and gratitude around you. You had poured your heart into an album, shared your love with the world, and celebrated a relationship that meant everything to you.

[stinkysam]

Choi Subong “Thanos” - No regrets.

Warning : canon typical violence, death, blood, drug use.

Genre : angst

Synopsis : Thanos, your friend of a few years, finds you after the green light red light and asks you to team up with him. Nothing bad can happen, right ?

Reader : male (you/yours)

A/N : bold is in English // 500 million won = 342 000$ // "No winner" was an exception so idk what this one is…

You have known Thanos for a few years now and you quickly became vital for each other, like attached to the hip and somehow along the way, feelings began to bloom, though neither of you ever acted on them.

Not that he’s shy, far from it, he even would’ve asked you out the second he realized his love for you. But then he remembered how badly the Korean people could react to a public figure coming out as queer, making it harder for him to reach his goal to become a popular rapper in Korea, no, the whole world.

So he waited, and waited, hoping to move on. But you were constantly with him, maybe he should’ve stopped inviting you at the rap contest he was participating in or his few concerts, cheering for him with his fans.

Moving on was hard, if not impossible.

Then, during the finals of the show he was participating in, he forgot the lyrics to his rap and lost. And it kept going downhill, to the point of losing everything on crypto money and being indebted of 500 million won more to the already big debt he had. Not seeing an end to it, the relentlessness of life with his feelings, dreams, and means, Thanos walked to a bridge, considering jumping before a man approached him to play a game of ddakji.

And so he found himself in a strange place with hundreds of people and armed guards with masks.

He thought he’d just have to play the games and win and waltz out of here debts free, but the stakes were higher than what he had thought after seeing the pretty player 196 die from a headshot after moving during the green light red light game.

Starting to panic, he popped a colored pill from his cross and swallowed it, waiting for its quick effects. He didn’t have to wait much and within a minute he was running dancing with a big smile on his face, even pushing to death three people before him.

It’s after the 5 minute timer that he saw you, catching your breath with wide eyes as you looked around in shock. What the fuck just happened ? You had some blood on your face and clothes, yet, Thanos still found you good looking, the blood not disturbing him.

He approached you, pushing anyone on his way and without waiting for you to notice him, he began to talk.

“What are you doing here ? You have debts ?” He said, tapping your shoulder.

Your eyes widened again at the sound of his voice as you looked at him, blinking surprised.

“Huh ? T ?” You said as he posed at the sound of his nickname. You had seen him on the screen earlier, but you didn’t expect to actually find him here.

“Das me, yea.” He posed one last time before continuing speaking. “How much ?”

“Huh ?”

“Your debts.”

“Why would I tell you ? You didn’t tell me how you lost all your shit.”

“Crypto money.” He replied without missing a beat.

You blinked at him, surprised, and pointed at him.

“You… too ?”

“MG Coin got you too ?” He looked at you with an equally surprised face.

“What ? No. Who ? I’m just shit at understanding how it works.” You robbed your forehead, remembering with irritation all your actions that led you here.

“Yeah and you’re fucking stubborn, I can see you trying and trying even after losing multiple times.”

“I don’t want any comments from you, didn’t you do the same ?”

“Nope ! Went all-in. In one go !” He said, moving his hands around as if to look cool.

You sighed before letting out a small laugh.

“This isn’t a contest but I feel like you’re winning and not in a good way.”

He smirked clearly not caring about your last words, he had won, that’s what mattered.

“Wanna play together, my bro ? I already have a small group, I can squeeze you in.” He asked, crossing his arms before raising one hand in the air, ready to dap you.

“Sure, what’s the worst that could happen ?” You replied, dapping him.

Since then, you stayed with Thanos and the group he made himself. A fan, a new friend that he kept butchering the name of, a shy guy and a cool girl.

The games weren’t easy even if it made you remember your childhood, but even with death flying around all of you, Thanos and soon Namgyu made things less intense.

The third game was over and you had survived once more. Then as planned the vote of the day came but ended in a tie to which the square guard told everyone another vote was coming but to take a break before it would start.

A lot of people from both sides went to the bathroom while you stayed on one of the beds of your now reduced group. The cool girl and shy guy had voted X, no longer wanting to play the games, and the fan, Gyeongsu, was dead, so only you, Thanos and Namgyu remained. But after 5 long minutes you started to wonder what was taking them so long to just take a shit. So you stood up and asked to be let out to go to the bathroom, a guard accompanying you.

As you finally approached the door, Minsu rushed out, running past you. Then you heard commotion and as you opened the door…

Chaos.

Everyone was at each other’s throat, punching, kicking and hitting one another.

You saw Thanos on player 333 as they strangled each other while he cursed in both Korean and English. Quickly you went to grab him, wanting to get out of here as fast as possible, but Thanos swiftly pushed you away, making you land on your ass.

As you moved and tried to stay out of the way of everyone you noticed player 333 pulling a silver thing out of his pocket and planting it in Thanos’ throat. You yelled, trying to get closer but before you could grab him, player 333 had stabbed him a second time before pushing him away and hiding inside the toilet stall, locking it.

“Fuck !”

You grabbed Thanos, cursing to yourself, and hid in the second toilet. His hand was shaking against his throat, holding the fork, blood spilling between his fingers. You moved his hand, placing yours instead, trying to stop the wounds from bleeding.

You had tears in your eyes as you began to panic, his were wide as he tried to breathe and cough out the blood, choking on it.

“Fuck dude !” You cried out, you could feel his heartbeat on the palm of your hand. “Why did you do this when I’m not here !”

You pulled him closer, shaking, his head resting on your chest as he continued to choke, his heartbeat slowing down dangerously.

“You fucking dumbass.” You didn’t know what to do, your favorite person was dying and you couldn’t do anything to help him.

He looked at you with horror as he realized what was going to inevitably happen, one hand grabbing your arm while the other went to your cheek, trembling, weakly caressing it, smudging blood on your skin.

“I” He managed to get out, coughing up blood on himself and your clothes, struggling, looking at you, scared. It was now or never, he thought. “I lo- …yo-” He tried to articulate, though panic, blood and pain were making it difficult.

You let out a frustrated yell before planting a kiss on his forehead.

“Fuck you, Subong ! Tell me when you survive this ! You can survive this, right, it’s just a fork ! Don’t fucking die, man !” As you cried, your tears fell on his face as slowly his eyes lost their light.

His heart had stopped beating, his hands falling to his sides. Thanos was no longer shaking and struggling against you but blood was still pooling by your hand and clothes.

You closed your eyes, his dead ones looking right at you. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Your body kept shaking as you held him tightly against you, too scared to get out, waiting for the fight to stop, for everything to end.

When it finally died out, you heard a knock, making you jump.

“Who’s that ?” You asked, your voice hoarse, quiet, it was evident you were still crying.

“Me. Namgyu. Is he… ?”

You unlocked the door, wiping your tears quickly, putting Thanos’ blood on your face inadvertently.

“Shit !” Namgyu kneeled, hands moving against Thanos’ shoulders. “That fucking MG Coin…”

And then, he pulled the fork out of his throat, from between your fingers, more blood gushing out. It almost made you puke in your mouth.

“For revenge.” He said with a weak smile, carefully hidding the bloody fork in his clothes. “Do you think… I can take this too ?” He pointed to the big cross Thanos had around his neck. “It’s just- You know…”

He gave you another small smile before unlocking the necklace and taking it before you could say anything. You didn’t have a good reason to stop him anyway.

“Once it’s empty, give it to me, okay ?” You finally said and he nodded slowly.

Then the bathroom door creaked open, the guards were there. Big guns and human sized black boxes to take in the casualties.

“Come on, let’s go.” Namgyu said quietly, pulling you by your elbow.

You didn’t want to leave, not ready to abandon Thanos’ body. But you had to, so you closed his eyes before slowly getting up as you laid him on the stained ground. Namgyu held you close, helping you walk away, the others followed you quietly, escorted by the armed guards.

When you entered the lobby, defeated and mentally annihilated, Namgyu immediately alerted the others of what had happened while you slowly realized you were drenched in Thanos’ blood, with no possibility to shower or change clothes. You felt sick, and while people approached as the two groups began to argue once more, you sat on Thanos’ bed, eyes empty.

Now, you really wanted out.

[poetinthelakes]

IMGONNAGETYOUBACK . . . . gojo satoru .ᐟ

LYRICS. who's gonna hold you like me? and who's gonna know you, if not me? ──────ex-husband!gojo x fem!reader ⋆

NOTES. had this idea while listening imgonnagetyouback + speak now and here we are! ⋆ some typos probably ⋆ reader has a boyfriend named kenji ⋆ megumi and tsumiki are your adopted children ⋆ english is not my first language ⋆

ex-husband!gojo who's still in love with you, even though you already have a new boyfriend.

ex-husband!gojo who hates your new partner, he can’t stand him, and hates seeing him near you.

ex-husband!gojo who, despite having his own apartment, constantly ends up at your house since your children, Megumi and Tsumiki, live with you.

ex-husband!gojo who still tries to win you back because he knows very well that even if you don’t say you love him, your eyes speak louder than a thousand words.

ex-husband!gojo who stays over whenever he can (and wants) and cooks you breakfast every morning before taking your kids to school.

ex-husband!gojo who always tries to convince you that your boyfriend is an idiot who only wants to use you to create a rivalry between you and him.

ex-husband!gojo who finally gets a girlfriend, not just to avoid falling into the abyss of loneliness, but also to make you jealous and finally get you to admit you still love him.

ex-husband!gojo who starts dating someone you know very well, your best friend, who had always secretly loved Satoru and finally has the chance to be with him after years of yearning for him.

ex-husband!gojo who tries to hide his relationship from you because deep down, he knows what he's doing is wrong.

ex-husband!gojo who, after three months of keeping his relationship with Himiko ───your friend─── a secret, finally tells you and your children who's the mystery woman he’s been dating the past months, only to face a reaction he never expected from Megumi and Tsumiki.

“You planned to tell me this. . .when? when you two were already engaged and married?” you asked, furious after Megumi stormed upstairs to his room with Tsumiki following behind.

“Of course not! i just— i wanted to give it some time before telling you everything,” the white-haired man replied, making you to scoff.

“She’s my best friend, Satoru!” you exclaimed, your voice filled with pain. you couldn’t believe that the person you thought was your friend would date the love of your life and the father of your children, “Of all the mistakes you’ve made through the years, this is by far the worst!”

Satoru stared at you in disbelief before retorting, “A mistake? you’re the one who moved on! I have the right to do the same!”

“But not with my best friend!" you argued, walking to the door and opening it wide for him to leave, “I want you to go, i need to be alone, and you know perfectly well that your kids don’t want to see you right now. So, leave.”

“Yn— let’s talk this out like adults," he pleaded.

“Get out, Satoru! I don’t want to see you!” you yelled one last time, forcing your ex-husband to sigh heavily, grab his things, and finally leave.

ex-husband!gojo who doesn’t know what to do after the fight, torn between continuing his relationship or ending it.

ex-husband!gojo who seeks advice from his best friend, Geto Suguru, hoping for some clarity.

“Satoru, if you want to stick with this weird relationship you have with your ex-wife’s best friend, then fight for your happiness, I'll support you. But if you’re only doing this to make Yn jealous, please don’t,” Suguru advised, leaving Satoru deep in thought for the rest of the week as he tried to fix things with you.

ex-husband!gojo who apologizes to his children, successfully earning Tsumiki’s forgiveness, but not Megumi’s— he’s always been a mama’s boy, after all.

“Mom cried all night because of you. I’ll never forgive you!” your eight-year-old son declared, leaving Satoru wide-eyed with the news.

“W-what? Is that true, ‘Miki?”

“Yes. . . we all slept in her room last night to keep her company. She didn’t even answered Kenji’s calls," his older sister admitted, “You know, I think she still loves you. . .she’s never cried like that for anyone else but you.”

“You two should get back together. . .i don’t want Kenji around anymore,” Megumi mumbled, making his sister and Satoru smile.

“I don’t think that’s going to happen, kiddo. Your mom doesn’t love me anymore, and that’s why she’s with Kenji,” Satoru explained, ruffling the boy’s hair lovingly and smiling softly at Tsumiki.

“That’s a lie. . .i know it is,” Megumi replied, still having some resentment toward his father, “If you could just break up with Himiko, everything would be fine.”

ex-husband!gojo who, after talking to his kids, decides to end his relationship to win you back again.

ex-husband!gojo whose world crumbles when you announce that you and Kenji are getting married in a month.

ex-husband!gojo who comes up with the perfect plan with Megumi and Tsumiki to stop you from marrying someone who doesn’t deserve you and from someone you don't actually love.

ex-husband!gojo who isn’t invited to the wedding (just like Kenji wanted) but still manages to sneak in to stop you before it’s too late.

ex-husband!gojo who, on the day of your wedding, feels more nervous than ever but knows there’s only one way the day can end and that's with you in his arms, telling him how you love him endlessly.

part 2 OUT NOW .ᐟ

© POETINTHELAKES 2025

[bowsnstrings]

🎀Love At First Sight🎀

Warning! Contains: Drinking, Alcohol, Swearing, and Original Character

Overnight fame was one hell of a thing. One year ago, Ony was selling his beats to low budget rappers, charging forty an hour for a session, and working a second job just so he could make rent for his studio. Hustling between construction and music to make his dream happen, and he just had to make it happen. He’d been in love with music since his mom got him a toy microphone as a toddler, walking around in diapers rhyming in the kitchen for her any chance he got.

It wasn’t until last year, that his song he released blew up quite literally over a single night, and he gained over 700 thousand monthly listeners. From there things only got better with the addition of money, chains, diamonds, private planes, bigger houses, and more music. Now he’s got millions of people who follow him and stream his songs all over the world, tons of people hounding him to collab, and girls trying to get at him wherever he goes.

He brought his friends up with him. Both Connie, an up and coming music agent, and Eren, a fellow rapper became famous with him. Eren’s music is being streamed all over for his ability to rap in English and Japanese with swag, and Connie now has a rolodex of clients with Ony and Eren at the top of that list.

Now suddenly, he’s sitting in his own after party after winning his first music award, the cold trophy sitting heavy in his hand as he watches everyone party around him. He felt like he was staring off into space again, the shock from winning still lingering on his mind, but he couldn’t help but feel grateful.

Nothing else could pique his attention when he was like this, especially since Ony usually sits by himself at these types of parties. His low taper fade with waves was fresh for the night, and his suit felt too tight before he got rid of the tie and unbuttoned it a bit at the top. He doesn’t even show off the gold grillz that sits on his teeth; instead, he keeps his mouth shut and limits his reactions to nods and shrugs.

Things like this bored him, industry parties where he had to play nice, acting like he even liked half the people in the room. However, if he wanted to sell his beats and keep making music, he had to act at least a little interested. This is what Connie, who’s now his manager, reminded him of as he spoke to him, telling Ony to, “Fix your fucking face, you’re scaring everyone away.” Then, he went to mingle with some artist's agent to get them on a song. Connie always knew Ony would blow up, always booking him in small night clubs and now arranging him for the big league gigs.

Ony only smacked his lips in response, wondering just who Connie was talking to before turning to look at Eren as he flirted with some girl at the party. That nigga was dead wrong, especially since Ony saw another chick leaving his apartment this morning. That didn’t stop him from trying to take this next girl to his place for the night, Eren always had to play up into his Playboy persona.

Ony shook his head as he turned to check out the bar, he might as well get drunk, everybody else at this party is. He stood up, adjusting his clothes as he made his way over, some people turning and interrupting his path to congratulate him, and girls asking when he’s free to produce one on one with them. Ony mostly ignored everyone though, tuning them out by trying to think of new song lyrics, his trophy still in hand as he looked for a place he could safely put it.

The blue strobe lights were distracting, making his head pound slightly as he made it to the bar. He leaned over, asking for a double shot of Don Julio 1942 as both Connie and Eren made their way to him. Eren pat him on the shoulder, smiling as he saw Ony finally get a drink, he’d been in his head this entire time, not saying much since he won. “Finally gonna party man? All of this is for you anyways.”

“Yeah man,” Connie chimed in, leaning back against the countertop, “Gotta stop moping around, you won. This is only the beginning.” They were right, but for some reason it just didn’t feel real yet, like he didn’t actually win anything. He felt a bit hollow inside, trying to fill it with alcohol at the moment. Ignoring the pounding in his head, he took the glass the bartender set in front of him and downed it quickly.

As he picked up his head to finally acknowledge his friends, someone caught his eye from the corner of the room, turning instead to look and see. Across the way sat a girl, all alone on one of the couches, looking around and tapping her nails against her thighs nervously. Ony perked up suddenly, lifting his head higher to see her better, staring over Connie’s head as he and Eren turned to see just what Ony was looking at.

They both looked confused when Ony was caught staring dead at a girl. That was really unlike him, he usually made a considerable amount of effort to dodge girls who were interested in him, not wanting someone who likes him because of the sudden status he found himself in, but clearly something about her was a bit different.

“Aye Con, who’s shawty over there?” Ony finally asked, dropping his attention back down to his friend.

“Oh, her? Her name’s Princess, she's one of Sasha’s artists.” He shrugged casually, he and Eren were trying but failing to contain their smirks as Ony silently mulled over everything. Princess, cute lil name, felt light on his tongue as he said it.

“Why? You feeling her or something?” Eren leaned in close to Ony, jabbing him in the ribs suggestively.

“Can’t be interested in a girl now?” Ony said, never taking his eyes off the way she slung her hair over her shoulder as she looked up and spoke to someone passing by, even from far away he could tell she was a shy lil’ thing. He smiled a little as he leaned back over the bar to ask for a entire bottle of Dom Perignon.

“What you need a bottle for?” Eren chuckled lightly, Connie masking his laughter with a cough as Ony gave them both death glares.

“I’m just gonna talk to her right quick.” He put simply, holding the ice cold bottle in one hand, and his award in the other, leaving his friends to make his way over to Princess.

She was busy in her own world, looking at herself in a small compact mirror, touching up her lip gloss. Princess looked stunning, wearing a white floor-length satin gown that she must’ve had on during the award ceremony. Beaded and shining under the lights, the white looked heavenly on her, and as he got closer he saw her nails matched the same white as well.

But as he trailed down… as he trailed down all he could think about was how gorgeous she looked. Dressed or not. Her breasts accentuated and pushed up in the gown, though on the smaller side looked so tempting. Her waist cinched in before rounding out around her stomach and hips. Her hands trying to cover up her midsection as the satin stretched around her thicker than average ass that he could see while she was sitting. Damn, anyone from across the room could see her ass.

Ony swiftly slid into the seat next to her, watching as she looked up at him, turning to see him sit. Their eyes locked momentarily, before she quickly turned away back to her mirror. He licked over his lips with a smile, leaning over to drop the bottle on the edge of the table with a thud. It caused her eyes to flicker over again, but stay longer this time, fully turning her attention to him.

He watched as Princess looked him over, taking in his suit, then trailing up his chest to where his heavy chain sat. Her eyes raised to his face last, raking over his goatee and confident smirk, to Ony’s dark brown eyes and the small scar in his left brow.

“Hey,” He nodded towards her, snapping her out of her gaze. She blushed and tried looking at the sea of people for a moment as he continued. “Want to have a drink with me?”

She scrunched her nose at his request, and he had to hold back the laugh that filled his belly. He couldn’t help it, she just looked so unexpectedly cute, and it made him wonder what other reactions he could pull from her. “A drink?” She asked, looking at the bottle of expensive champagne.

Their eyes met for a second time, Princess blinking wide eyed and shy while telling him, “I don’t drink.”

“You don’t?” Shocked at how sincerely she said it, like she couldn’t help but tell the truth. That threw him off a bit, he had to drop his well rehearsed flirting since his first tactic wasn’t an option anymore.

“No, I’m sorry.” She mumbled out, closing her compact and sliding it back into her clutch. “Congrats on your win though.” She was obviously about to get up and leave, meaning Ony had to act fast to get her to stay.

“You a fan of my music?” He slid a bit closer, nothing drastic, but enough that would catch her attention, genuinely wondering if she even knew that this party was for him, or if it was just another industry thing to come and be social at random penthouses.

“I’ve heard one song, New Money, but that’s it. Sasha and Mikasa invited me.” Ony didn’t know Sasha, but he knew Mikasa well enough, he stored that bit of information away for later.

“That’s cool, I don’t think I’ve heard your music either, did you do anything I know?” He shifted closer again, ducking his head down to hear her clearly when she spoke, making her face heat up.

“Uhm, I used to sing gospel only, and I just made the switch to R&B. I’m just breaking in the door, you know?” She said, twirling her hands nervously.

“That still ain’t a song name Ma, I like gospel.” The pet name rolled off his tongue so casually she almost didn’t hear it.

“Oh,” That was surprising. From the music she heard it didn’t seem like Ony was the gospel type. “It’s my time, Up and Rise, He is Righteous.” She listed off a few, one particularly catching his attention.

“Hey, I know Up and Rise. I didn’t know you sung that though.” He took the bottle from the table, dropping his award down on the sofa next to her as he began unscrewing the cap. Nodding his head as he remembered how it went.

“Yeah, that was me.” Princess felt a small burst of pride at the fact that her song was liked by someone in music outside of the genre, not many people knew her music other than the gospel community.

“I love that song, the melody is fye.” He mumbled as he gripped the cork with the side of his teeth, pulling for a quick second before watching it pop and the champagne fizzle out the bottle onto his hand for an unexpected drizzle. He didn’t comment on the way it dripped onto the floor, just turned to her again and asked, “Where you from?” Effortlessly bringing her back in, sounding softer than he would normally, she could hear the way he was actively trying to be nice.

“Oh, Marietta, Cobb county.” She said, watching him take a swig of his drink straight from the neck of the bottle. Though his actions and voice were a little rough, it was undeniable how hot he looked. She noted that he looked especially hot as he drank.

“So you’re the Princess of Cobb county, huh?” She finally saw a flash of something shiny in his mouth when he smiled at her, full and playful. Both rows of his teeth covered in diamonds from his grill, shining as the light hit it, making him look beautiful.

“I wouldn’t say all that.” Princess shyly mumbled, turning away to try and see where Sasha and Mikasa were. She hoped they weren’t coming back so soon, she wanted a bit more time to talk.

“Shit, I would.” The tension was becoming thicker and thicker, making Princess shift uncomfortably on the sofa, looking forward for a moment to cool herself down.

“Where are you from?” She politely asked back, looking at him again to convey her interest.

“Adamsville.” His tone sour as he said it, taking a swig from the champagne to mask what he was feeling. Usually, when people hear where he was born and raised, they start to treat him differently. Like he was some scrapyard dog, feral and rabid, a thug.

“Really? I have some cousins who live out there.” She smiled, unforced and natural. “I used to have fun in the housing units with them.” The way Ony’s head popped up in curiosity didn’t go ignored by her, and she watched as he perked up in a happier mood.

“Yeah? You ever lived there before?”

“No, the most my grandparents would let me do was spend a night. By the time we were twelve they moved out, but I had fun memories there.” Princess reminisced, as she spotted Mikasa drunkenly trailing behind Sasha who was storming her way up to her. “It was nice meeting you, but my friends want to leave.”

“Wait, how can I get in touch with you?” He stood up with her as she smoothed down her dress, inwardly swearing when he saw how she looked standing. She was fucking beautiful.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Princess rushed out, starting to walk away before stopping to say, “Maybe we can talk about it if we see each other again.” A hopeful tone, and shimmer in her eyes.

“Come on girl, I love your voice. I want you on a song with me.” Just as she opened her mouth to answer, Princess was forced to look away when someone who Ony assumed to be Sasha grabbed her arm, pulling her forward.

“Princess, we got to go. It’s so late and your photoshoot is at 10 am.” Before Ony could get another word in, she was dragged off, her head whipping to glance back at him as she left. He sighed heavily, feeling like he lost his chance for a moment. Eren and Connie approaching him as he stood, bottle in hand, trying to think of a solution.

“Damn, you get her number or what?” Eren asked, checking out Princess as she walked away until he saw the glare Ony was giving him.

“Nah, but that’s alright. I got an idea.”

Hope you guys enjoyed my little fic and OC! It means a lot to me that people liked my headcannons so I thought I’d try writing a little something! - Bow 🎀✨💐

[aya-luri]

This audio features the Subway Bosses Ingo and Emmet, and since I heard it I decided that I had to translate it in order to know what they were saying! I tried to make it as accurate as I could and I apologize in advance if there is any kind of error in the translation since neither English nor Japanese are my native languages. And now, without further ado, here are the lyrics!

__ Battle Subway - Underground Maniac Express

▲ “Battle Subway trains bound for all directions will arrive at each platform shortly. Be careful, so please step back behind the yellow line and wait.”

▲ “I am Subway Boss, Ingo. The fellow over to the side is also a Subway Boss, Emmet. Now, Emmet, if you have something to add, please, proceed.”

▽ “Follow the rules, safe driving!” ▲ “Follow the schedule, everyone smile!” ▽ “Point Check!” ▲▽ “Everything’s ready! Aim for victory! All aboard!”

▲ This world is full of strange people Today too, they fight, go mad, and become obsolete I love to win, and I love to battle These strong feelings take shape Now, let’s dance through this place!

▲ Run, run, grab victory! Fly, go crazy Can you stick to your own beliefs? The sound of the train departing resounds without knowing where we're going To victory or defeat, which will it be? Now, go and devour your dreams!

▲ Win the Battle Subway Flip off the raging attacks Surpass your opponent and reach even greater heights Go with all your might on the Battle Subway Run towards the destination you aim for in search of victory!

▲ “Thank you for riding the Battle Subway today. Now, how you fare against the two of us? I’m looking forward to it.” ▽ “Pokémon battles aren't fun if they're not serious.” ▲ “Can you stay true to yourself no matter who your opponent is?” ▽ “It'll be an amazing battle in which each Pokémon using various moves!” ▽ “Let's go, Ingo!” ▲ “Yes, let's go, Emmet!” ▽ “I am Emmet. I like combinations of two Pokemon, and I like winning more than anything else!” ▲ “What do you see beyond victory?” ▽ “Come on, let’s begin!”

▽ In a swinging space just for us Today too, moves collide with moves This place secretly hungers for battle Whisper to the egg you’re holding Come on, let's become friends too!

▽ Run, run, drive safely Get serious, get ready Go and grab the victory! When you hear the sound of departure An amazing battle will begin And this moment will seem like an illusion

▽ Wherever we can go Battle Subway Let's have such an amazing battle together that will make us find the meaning of your birth Win as much as you can in Battle Subway There's only one thing to aim for I won't lose to you!

▲▽ This is the last stop on the Battle Subway ▽ On this place where dreams collide ▲ We look forward to ▲▽ riding with you again ▲▽ We are leaving the Battle Subway ▲ Now you ▽ can't slip away from the ▲▽ Underground maniac express

▽ “Bravo!” ▲ “Excellent!” ▲“I, Ingo, and” ▽ “Emmet” ▲▽  “make a good two-car train formation.” ▲ “I am glad that I fought so hard against a wonderful Pokemon Trainer like you.” ▽ “But if we fight again, we won't know what to expect.” ▲ “Please continue to aim for even greater heights.” ▽ "That's why we are waiting– ▲ “–For all of you” ▽ “For all of you–” ▲▽ “–to come here again!”

[sgiandubh]

Heughan’s voice is as smooth as his whisky. His latest venture is his multi-award-winning whisky and gin, ‘The Sassenach’, the Gaelic word for ‘outsider’. He feels he is an outsider to the industry, but the idea behind the name seems to have emerged from his mother, who is an English artist and was called ‘Sassenach’ when she arrived in New Galloway, and in Outlander, Jamie Fraser calls his wife Sassenach as s term of endearment. “The name is very special to me,” he tells me.

Perhaps the video he recorded at Everest Base Camp was for his mother ?She's on IG too and we know Sam loves her so much and sometimes doesn't call her Mum but Chrissie. Cait is not a Sassenach because she's Irish. Sam calling her the Original Sassenach it's because of her character, Claire and he recently stated Caitriona is nothing like Claire (SheKnows interview). Either way it's not a big deal so don't blame me. It's just a thought and cute anyway .

Dear Sassenach Anon,

Let me count the ways. Quoting from memory first we had ' She [C] is the original Sassenach' (at one of the seasons' premieres in London, where he brought a bottle and waxed lyrical to the press over it). Then, we had 'Sassenach means foreigner in Scots Gaelic and it's a term of endearment of Jamie Fraser, the character I am playing in OL, for his wife' (numerous times for various media outlets). Then, 'I am the Sassenach, I always felt as an outsider, but also Jamie Fraser's term of endearment for his wife, Claire' (ditto). And then 'the name emerged from his mother who is an English artist and was called ‘Sassenach’ when she arrived in New Galloway, and in Outlander, Jamie Fraser calls his wife Sassenach as s term of endearment.'

The Arbuturian is a well regarded online magazine, founded in 2009 and based in London. It looks and reads to me as The New Yorker's slightly more plebeian, younger cousin of sorts - check their masthead mascot...

... and remember (ROFLMAO) The New Yorker's Eustace Tilley, its illustrious inspiration:

By the way, Eustace Tilley, one of my favorite dandies, was itself inspired by an engraving of the French count Alfred d'Orsay, by a certain... James Fraser, sometime around 1830. I kid you not and yes, totally Clan Fraser, born near Inverness:

Can't make this shite up, even if you wanted, huh?

Anyways, back to your question and this little media outlet that could. Its targeted audience is, according to Wikipedia:

In sociological lingo, AB means an educated mid-to high level management audience, with a hefty disposable income to boot (usually more than 1 million £/year net revenue). All it takes is a short stroll through their Lifestyle pages: according to them, among this year's most sought after Xmas gifts gimmicks are a Turnbull & Asser silk pocket square (£75) for him or a £200 voucher for Fairmont Windsor Park’s Ultimate Diamond Facial, for her.

This interview's one and only raison d'être was to sound appealing to this particular dinkie (double income, no kids) Generation X audience, especially as far as his booze was concerned. For he was on booze promo mode here and he obviously twisted a bit whatever (I repeat: whatever) his real motivation behind the brand name might have been to the least controversial possible version. It's hard to question or throw shite at this mum version, let alone at a version involving a heroic single parent as Chrissie H, let alone at Christmas time. This allowed him, at the same time, to elegantly keep his personal life away and separate between business and private: something he should have been doing since the very start. But S is a sentimental man and a people pleaser - we all know that, don't we?

It was important for S to be featured in this London online magazine, read by the same people he was once serving drinks to, at parties. It's all about aspirations, social climbing and being a part of that crowd. Finally!

And you, darling, are a troll, despite your protesting. I nevertheless hope this answered your very transparently targeted question, in the spirit of Christmas. Otherwise, it would have landed in the bin, where it probably belongs.

PS: Caitriona is Caitriona, probably nothing like Claire, indeed and thank God! Being 'like Claire Fraser' was certainly not what prompted the coup de foudre - I daresay, quite the contrary. Sorry, darling, to pop your bubble, but this is not exactly how the real world works.

Later edit: if the entire Everest trek was something 'just for himself', then the recorded video was also 'just for himself'. The reason he posted it on Instagram was to probably childishly rejoice/brag he finally made it and damn the consequences. Use a bit of logic.

[jokeroutsubs]

📝ENG Translation: Proofread Demoni lyrics with English translation by JokerOutSubs

For the purpose of the second anniversary of Demoni album, we've put together a proofread version of the lyrics, along with English translations made by the JokerOutSubs team!

We've also updated our Lyricstranslate with all English versions from Demoni, you can find them here. (Some linebreaks, punctuations and capitalizations differ on there because we used Demoni album booklet as reference for our transcripts!)

Translations below the cut!

Katrina (SLO)

Iščejo roke pot do njenega sveta. A ne razumejo, da tam ni prostora za oba. Le njeni glasovi, ko plešem z volkovi, ugašajo nemir. Pozabi me, kakor da me sploh ni tu. Izrabi me, ko strah prevlada v snu. Le njeni glasovi, ko plešem z volkovi, ugašajo nemir.

Povej mi, Katrina, me sploh rada imaš? Nazaj se ti vračam, da me spet izigraš.

Čaka me poraz, neizbežen v bitki tej. Večer bo dokaz, prav to me vleče k njej. Le njeni nasmehi, na poti k utehi, ugašajo nemir.

Kličejo me solze na pomoč. Nočejo za njo razlit se vsako noč. Ne sprejmejo mojega opravičila, da se bo zame spremenila.

Povej mi, Katrina, me sploh rada imaš? Nazaj se ti vračam, da me spet izigraš. Šibko točko udari, le ti jo poznaš.

Povej mi, Katrina, me sploh rada imaš? Nazaj se ti vračam, da me spet izigraš. Vse bolj gorim, hrepenim za vsakim strelom, ki ga zadaš.

Katrina (ENG)

Hands search a path to her world, but they don't understand that there's no room for both. Only the sounds she makes, when I dance with the wolves, chase off the restlessness Forget me like I am not even here. Use me when fear wins in your slumber. Only the sounds she makes, when I dance with the wolves, chase off the restlessness

Tell me, Katrina, do you even love me? I come back to you, for you to double cross me again.

I'm waiting for defeat, inevitable in this battle, the evening will be the proof, just this pulls me towards her. Only her smiles on the path to comfort chase off the restlessness.

My tears are calling out for help They don't want to spill for her every night. They don't accept my apology, that she will change for me.

Tell me, Katrina, do you even love me? I come back to you, for you to double cross me again. Hit my weak spot, only you know it.

Tell me, Katrina, do you even love me? I come back to you, for you to double cross me again. I'm burning and yearning after every shot, that you inflict.

Ne bi smel (SLO)

Oprosti, da spet kličem te, čeprav je pozno in sovražiš me. Rad bi vedel, kaj lahko naredim, da mikrokozmos tvoj nazaj dobim.

Ni besed pravilnih, celo noč sem jih iskal. Razen, da iskreno rečem, da neskončno mi je žal. Žal mi je, da te bolim, boljše ni v pesmi tej. Žal mi je, da sem bil slep in tega nisem videl prej.

Čez resnico sem potresel svoj pepel. Večno kriv, nikoli cel.

Vem, da ne bi smel, a drugače nisem znal ugasniti tišine, bežati od bližine. Žal, drugače nisem znal. Izdal te za trenutek lažne sreče, zdaj pa spet me k tebi vleče.

Oprosti, da ti kradem čas. Hotel sem ti vse povedat in slišati tvoj glas. Rane puščam si odprte, da jih objame sol, če ne vrneš se domov.

Čez resnico sem potresel svoj pepel. Večno kriv, nikoli cel.

Vem, da ne bi smel, a drugače nisem znal ugasniti tišine, bežati od bližine. Žal, drugače nisem znal. Izdal te za trenutek lažne sreče, zdaj pa spet me k tebi vleče. Spet me k tebi vleče.

A žal, drugače nisem znal.

I Shouldn't Have (ENG)

I'm sorry for calling you again Even though it's late and you hate me I want to know what can I do To get your microcosmos back

There are no right words, I was searching for them all night long Unless I tell you the truth that I'm infinitely sorry

I'm sorry that I've hurt you, there is nothing better in this song I'm sorry That I've been blind and haven't noticed it before

Poured my ashes over the truth Always guilty, never whole

I know I shouldn't have, but I didn't know how else to Turn off the silence, run away from intimacy But unfortunately I didn't know any other way Betrayed you for a moment of fake happiness But now I want to go back to you

Sorry for wasting your time I wanted to tell you everything and hear your voice I'll leave my wounds open, To let in the salt, if you don't come back home

Poured my ashes over the truth Always guilty, never whole

I know I shouldn't have, but I didn't know how else to Turn off the silence, run away from intimacy But unfortunately I didn't know any other way Betrayed you for a moment of fake happiness But now I want to go back to you I want to go back to you

But unfortunately I didn't know any other way

Plastika (SLO)

Nisem si všeč, čas je za modifikacijo. Trenutek je popoln za operacijo.

Filter mi ne dela, ko se gledam v ogledalu. Koža ni več sveža in sivijo mi lasje, pa triindvajset jih imam šele.

Plastika, znanstvena fantastika. Plastika, znanstvena fantastika. Jaz pa ti, ti pa jaz, vsi imamo en obraz. Juhuhu, hahaha, originalna kopija. Plastika, znanstvena fantastika.

Nova sem oseba, ko zbudim se iz narkoze. Lica pod pritiskom mi zapirajo oči. Malo težje govorim, ampak dobre so prognoze, eno leto bo tako in potem več ne boli.

Ko vrne se zavest, eno fotkico objavim. Ne morem se odločit, a se jočem ali smejim. Srčkajo na polno in letijo komentarji, sanjsko dobro izgledam in od sreče kar žarim.

Jaz bom za vedno lep, drugo nič mi ni pomembno. Razkrajal se bom tisoč let. Kaj me briga, če ni dedno. Jaz bom za vedno lep, najlepši na tem svetu. Najlepši na planetu.

2x Plastika, znanstvena fantastika. Plastika, znanstvena fantastika. Jaz pa ti, ti pa jaz, vsi imamo en obraz. Juhuhu, hahaha, originalna kopija. Plastika, znanstvena fantastika.

Plastic (ENG)

Unhappy with my looks, it's time for a makeover The time is right for some surgical adjustments.

The mirror doesn't have a face filter for reflection. My skin looks dull and my hair is turning gray When I'm only twenty-three.

Plastic, science fiction. Plastic, science fiction. You and me, me and you, our faces are identical. Woohoohoo, hahaha, original replica. Plastic, science fiction.

Feeling brand new when I wake up from sedation. My puffy cheeks are blocking my sight. Talking might be tough, but there's a positive prognosis. In a year's time, there will be no trace of pain.

When I come around, I post a single selfie. I can't tell whether I should be crying or laughing. Heart emojis flood in, comments keep pouring. My looks are dreamy and I'm positively glowing.

My beauty is timeless, nothing else matters to me. It'll take a thousand years for me to decay. I don't care if it isn't genetic. My beauty is timeless ,the most beautiful in the world. The most beautiful on the planet.

2x Plastic, science fiction. Plastic, science fiction. You and me, me and you, our faces are identical. Woohoohoo, hahaha, original replica. Plastic, science fiction.

Demoni (SRB)

Prozivam mesec da se nikad ne skloni, noćas me niko ne voli, sa mnom su moji demoni.

Prozivam mesec da se nikad ne skloni, noćas me niko ne voli.

Kad nemam tebe, sa mnom su moji demoni, kad nemam tebe. Kad nemam tebe, sa mnom se igraju oni, kad nemam tebe.

Mnogo mi se noćas nebo dopada. Samoća se ocrtava u mraku. Dok naše carstvo neumorno propada, zapisuju si zvezde grešku svaku.

Prozivam mesec da se nikad ne skloni, noćas me niko ne voli, sa mnom su moji demoni.

Prozivam mesec da se nikad ne skloni, noćas me niko ne voli.

Kad nemam tebe, sa mnom su moji demoni, kad nemam tebe. Kad nemam tebe, sa mnom se igraju oni, kad nemam tebe.

Kad nemam tebe, sa mnom su moji demoni, kad nemam tebe. Kad nemam tebe, sa mnom se igraju oni, ne znam za sebe.

Demons (ENG)

I'm calling on the moon to never hide No one loves me tonight, my demons are with me

I'm calling on the moon to never hide No one loves me tonight

When I don't have you, my demons are with me When I don't have you When I don't have you, they play with me When I don't have you

I really like the sky tonight Loneliness gets outlined in the dark While our empire tirelessly falls apart The stars write down their every mistake

I'm calling on the moon to never hide No one loves me tonight, my demons are with me

I'm calling on the moon to never hide No one loves me tonight

When I don't have you, my demons are with me When I don't have you When I don't have you, they play with me When I don't have you

When I don't have you, my demons are with me When I don't have you When I don't have you, they play with me I don't feel like myself

Padam (SLO)

Pazi nase, so mi rekli tisto noč. Mesto polno je duhov, ki več te ne spustijo proč. V ognjen obroč zaprejo te, ki sprva še pogreje te, počakajo, da tiho izzveniš.

Nisem jim verjel in večeru se predal, naj kar skuša me skušnjava, jaz ne bom se ji prodal. A ko prvi je metek poletel, me naravnost med oči zadel, sem izgubil svoja tla.

Zdaj padam in padam, a me bo kdo ujel? Z odprtimi rokami, z obrazom nasmejanim. Zdaj padam in padam, a bo kdo razumel? Če mi nič ne uspe, če izgubil bom vse, kar sem si želel.

Nisem jim verjel in večeru se predal. Izpijal sem mladost, z luno bolje se spoznal. A ko prvi je metek poletel, me naravnost med oči zadel, sem izgubil svoja tla.

In preden se nova noč zavrti, okrog mene nikogar več ni. Kje ste vsi? Takrat, ko najbolj boli.

Zdaj padam in padam, a me bo kdo ujel? Z odprtimi rokami, z obrazom nasmejanim. Zdaj padam in padam, a bo kdo razumel? Če mi nič ne uspe, če izgubil bom vse, kar sem si želel.

A me bo kdo ujel? A me bo kdo ujel? A me bo kdo objel? Zdaj padam in padam.

I'm Falling (ENG)

"Keep an eye out", I was told that night. Spirits are lurking in the city, they won't let you get away. They'll lock you in a flaming cage, which even warms you up at first, until in the end they'll let you fade away.

Brushing off the voices, I surrendered to the night. Resisting the temptation, determined not to give in. The first gunshot fired hit me right between the eyes and pushed me over the edge.

I'm falling and falling, will anyone catch me? Extending arms wide open, wearing a smile. I'm falling and falling, will anyone understand if I fail, if I lose all I ever wanted?

Brushing off the voices, I surrendered to the night. Geting high on life, familiarising with the moon. The first gunshot fired hit me right between the eyes and pushed me over the edge.

Before another night came, everyone vanished. Where did you all go, when I was hurting the most?

I'm falling and falling, will anyone catch me? Extending arms wide open, wearing a smile I'm falling and falling, will anyone understand if I fail, if I lose all I ever wanted

Will anyone catch me? Will anyone catch me? Will anyone hug me? I'm falling and falling

Vse kar vem (SLO)

Slišal sem, da čas nam ne prizanaša. In da se enkrat vse lepo konča. Slišal sem, da hočeš it do konca sveta in da me več ne rabiš za sopotnika.

Vse, kar vem in kar znam, je, da ne boli, ko me tvoj objem zakriva. Kaj je prav, me ne bremeni.

Vem, da si bila enkrat že v peklu in da nazaj več ne bi rada šla. Slišal sem, da hočeš it do konca sveta in da me več ne rabiš za sopotnika.

Vse, kar vem in kar znam, je, da ne boli, ko me tvoj objem zakriva. Kaj je prav, me ne bremeni, ker s tabo svet ne izpodriva me.

All I know (ENG)

I heard that time doesn't spare us And everything nice eventually ends. I heard you want to go to the end of the world and don't need me as a companion anymore.

But all I know and I'm aware of is that it doesn't hurt, when your embrace covers me I'm not burdened by what is right.

I know you were once in hell already and don't want to go back. I heard you want to go to the end of the world and don't need me as a companion anymore.

But all I know and I'm aware of is that it doesn't hurt, when your embrace covers me I'm not not burdened by what is right, because with you, the world is not displacing me.

Ona (SRP)

Hodam opet njenom ulicom. Brutalno se vuče otkad nisam više s njom. Stanem ispod njenog prozora, jedna njena senka da me spasi očaja.

Nisam ni zaslužio da završimo uživo. Jedna poruka i via more. Snegovi u avgustu sad po meni padaju, dok tebe sunce greje, mi amore.

Znaj, bebo, znaj, celu noć sam plakao zbog tebe. Taj osećaj, da za mene živo ti se jebe, ubija me.

Kažu, vreme leči rane sve. Ali ne kažu koliko da se odviknem od nje. Godina je prošla, još vraća se u san. Vrti kao film sećanje na onaj dan.

Nisam ni zaslužio da završimo uživo. Jedna poruka i via more. Snegovi u avgustu još po meni padaju, dok te neko drugi greje, mi amore.

Znaj, bebo, znaj, celu noć sam plakao zbog tebe. Taj osećaj, da za mene živo ti se jebe.

Znaj, bebo, znaj, celu noć sam plakao zbog tebe. Taj osećaj, da za mene živo ti se jebe, ubija me, ubija me.

(Celu noć si plakao zbog mene) (Celu noć si plakao zbog mene)

She (ENG)

I'm walking down her street again Time has been dragging on brutally since we broke up I stop under her window One of her shadows to save me from despair

I didn't even deserve to break-up in person One message and off to the sea Now snow falls on me in August While the sun warms you, my love

Know, baby, know That I cried the whole night because of you The feeling That you don't give a flying fuck about me is killing me

They say time heals all wounds But they don't say how long till I wean myself off her A year has gone by, she still returns to my dreams Spins the memory of that day like a movie

I didn't even deserve to break-up in person One message and off to the sea Now snow falls on me in August While somebody else warms you, my love

Know, baby, know That I cried the whole night because of you The feeling That you don't give a flying fuck about me

Know, baby, know That I cried the whole night because of you The feeling That you don't give a flying fuck about me Is killing me, is killing me

(You cried the whole night because of me) (You cried the whole night because of me)

Tokio (SLO)

Tvoji koraki se mešajo z oblaki, ki nad tabo plešejo. Mene koraki spotaknejo, vsakič, ko se nate spomnijo.

Pisal ti bom pisma, a ne bom jih poslal. Bolje, da ostaneva spomin. Si prislikava nazaj tisti roza češnjev raj, vsak na svoj način.

Z lahkimi prsti, "Anata ga suki", si čez hrbet napisala mi. Ti tudi meni, "Watashi mo", so po tebi risale dlani.

Pisal ti bom pisma, a ne bom jih poslal. Bolje, da ostaneva spomin. Si prislikava nazaj tisti roza češnjev raj, vsak na svoj način.

Verjetno se nikoli več ne bova sre��ala. Le bleda slika iz polaroida ve, da sva zaplesala po ulicah Tokia.

Verjetno se nikoli več ne bova srečala. Le bleda slika iz polaroida ve, da sva zaplesala po ulicah Tokia.

Tokyo (ENG)

Your footsteps blend With the clouds dancing above you I trip over my own feet Whenever you cross my mind

I will write you letters I will never send Let's keep the memories untouched Immersing ourselves in the pink cherry blossom paradise Each in our own unique way

With feather-light fingers, "Anata ga suki" You inscribed on my back The same, "Watashi mo" My hands traced letters on your skin

I will write you letters I will never send Let's keep the memories untouched Immersing ourselves in the pink cherry blossom paradise Each in our own unique way

We may never cross paths again Only a faint polaroid picture holds the evidence Of our dance through the streets of Tokyo

We may never meet again Only a faint polaroid picture holds the evidence Of our dance through the streets of Tokyo

NGVOT - Ne govoriva več o tem (SLO)

Končno te vidim spet, hitro mine čas. Spremenil sem pogled na svet, ti pa barvo las.

Kaj te nese v Ljubljano, zdaj ko vse cveti? Nazadnje si sedela z mano, ko bil sem brez moči.

Ne govoriva več o tem. Ne govoriva več o tem. Me le odrivaš stran, ko s tabo sem iskren. Ne govoriva več o tem. Ne govoriva več o tem. A ne vidiš, da razpadam, ker ne vem?

Lepo, da še pomisliš name, včasih se mi zdi, da si me zakopala v jame pozabljenih noči.

Ignoranca ti pristaja, lajša ti skrbi. Tvoj pogled me še zavaja in fasada še stoji.

Ne govoriva več o tem. Ne govoriva več o tem. Me le odrivaš stran, ko s tabo sem iskren. Ne govoriva več o tem. Ne govoriva več o tem. A ne vidiš, da razpadam, ker ne vem?

WDTAIA - We Don’t Talk About It Anymore (ENG)

I'm finally seeing you again, time passes fast. I changed my view of the world, you changed your hair colour.

What brings you to Ljubljana, now that everything is blooming? Last time you sat with me when I was powerless.

We don't talk about it anymore. We don't talk about it anymore. You're only pushing me away when I'm being honest with you. We don't talk about it anymore. We don't talk about it anymore. Don't you see I'm falling apart because I don't know?

I'm glad you still think about me, sometimes I feel like you buried me in the caves of forgotten nights.

Ignorance suits you, it eases your worries. Your look still deceives me and the façade is still up

We don't talk about it anymore. We don't talk about it anymore. You're only pushing me away while I'm being honest with you. We don't talk about it anymore. We don't talk about it anymore. Don't you see I'm falling apart because I don't know?

Novi val (SLO)

Kam od tu naprej, če že zdaj zažigamo obzorje? Kako od tu nazaj, če je papir več vreden, kot smo mi? Tiho prepustim, naj me nosi nemirno morje. Mogoče me prav danes še zadnjič ohladi.

Radio predvaja le še strele in udarce. V časopisu piše, da smo zašli s poti. Danes bomo peli in dvigali kozarce. Včeraj smo rojeni in že vsega krivi mi.

Vabljeni vsi na karneval, da se odrinemo od tal. Generacija ljubezni, upanja. Novi val.

Letajo po zraku sledovi optimizma. Vajeti v mraku, prevzem protagonizma. Zbrali smo pogum za upor, da nekaj spremenimo. Bolje, da smo danes nori, kot da jutri se bojimo.

Vabljeni vsi na karneval, da se odrinemo od tal. Generacija ljubezni, upanja. Novi val.

Delajmo napake, čisto iz vsake izpira se zlato, izpira se zlato.

Vabljeni vsi na karneval, da se odrinemo od tal. Generacija ljubezni, upanja. Novi val.

Delajmo napake, čisto iz vsake izpira se zlato. Vabljeni vsi na karneval.

New Wave (ENG)

Where shall we go from here If we are already setting the horizon ablaze? How do we go back from here If paper holds more weight than us? In silence, I let the restless sea carry me. Maybe today it'll cool me down for the last time.

The radio only plays thunders and strikes. The newspaper says we've lost our way. Today we'll sing and raise our glasses. We were born yesterday and have already been blamed for everything.

Everyone's invited to the carnival To break free from the ground. The generation of love and hope, The new wave.

Traces of optimism are flying in the air. Taking hold of the reins in the dusk, We've gathered the courage to rebel And make a change. We are better off losing our minds today Than being afraid tomorrow.

Everyone's invited to the carnival To break free from the ground. The generation of love and hope, The new wave.

Let's make mistakes, from each and every one Gold is pouring out, gold is pouring out

Everyone's invited to the carnival To break free from the ground. The generation of love and hope, The new wave.

Let's make mistakes From each and every one Gold is pouring out. Everyone's invited to the carnival.

Please credit JokerOutSubs if you're going to use our translation.

[guapoduoshipper]

Guapoduo domestic-fluff headcanons

Honoring the winning content of this poll, here's a list of headcanons I have from guapoduo domestic life:

Warning: a lot of fluff because I feel want it.

Cellbit drinks his coffee without sugar but, since Roier moved to the castle, he makes sure to always have it stocked in his pantry as he noticed the grimaces his husband makes when he invites him for a cup.

Roier stopped adding too much spice to the food so Cellbit can eat it without worrying about ending up with a burnt tongue.

When they play a board game or video game, they may insult each other, but it's only because of their competitive spirits, so it doesn't stop them from laughing and having a lot of fun.

It is increasingly common for them to stop speaking in English and communicate in their respective languages (Spanish and Portuguese) because they understand each other much better than before.

If Cellbit wakes up first, he kisses Roier's forehead to wake him up. If it's Roier, he pulls Cellbit's cheeks until he wakes up.

Cellbit has a picture of their wedding as his phone wallpaper, Roier has a funny photo of Cellbit.

Roier goes three times a week to his castle to feed and check that all of Bobby's pets are fine, Cellbit and Richarlyson started going with him as soon as they realized he was doing it.

Cellbit continues to take pictures of Roier without him noticing.

As he began to get used to the extended periods in which Roier could fall asleep, Cellbit began to write a diary where he tells his husband everything that happened on the island to keep him in the loop.

When they are lying down, they often tease each other with playful taps or tickles, their laughter heard throughout the castle.

Cellbit gave Roier a painting easel, he set it up on their bedroom balcony but has not yet dared to paint anything (canonically the last time he painted something was at Bobby's farewell).

Among all the investigation files on Cellbit's computer, there is a folder full of memes sent to him by Roier.

Cellbit's language of love is words of affirmation, Roier's is acts of service, but together their language is quality time.

When Jaiden is visiting them, they usually choose one of Bobby's favorite foods for dinner: tortas, tamales or pizza.

Cellbit used to have nightmares but, since he and Roier sleep together, he has been able to fall asleep more easily (this is partially canon).

Roier wakes up in the wee hours of the morning to look for Cellbit's hand just to make sure he is there, Cellbit always clasps his fingers.

Roier always sings while doing some household chore, if Cellbit knows the lyrics he starts singing it too, otherwise he just listens to him.

When Roier sings in Spanish, Cellbit tries to memorize the lyrics and then look them up and add them to his playlist.

If Cellbit falls asleep at his office, when he wakes up, he realizes that Roier slept on the couch right in front of his desk.

Cellbit likes to trace Roier's jawline with his finger when they are lying on their bed. Roier, for his part, tangles his husband's white locks between his fingers.

[glubsurleseuil]

Don't be scared - Chapter 2

A Pennywise X F!Reader fanfic. First - Next

Chapter warnings: Violence, blood, discreet mention of a desire to die. It's just the beginning, it's about to get worse.

(Note: It was translated by Deepl, English is not my mother tongue, so I apologise for any mistakes. If you want to correct me, don't hesitate!)

(Note 2: I found the gif at @pennydaddywise)

(Note 3: The "lyrics" of the song are actually quotes from Mr Stephen King.)

It was a difficult night. First, when you arrived home, your body's first reflex was to throw up in the toilet. Then your brain's reflex was to search your apartment from top to bottom to make sure no one was home. Then, finally, you curled up in a ball on your bed, scared out of your wits, unable to sleep. Every minute, you checked your phone, not wanting to believe that the clown's damn message had disappeared. You'd searched your whole phone but couldn't find it. And you hated for most of the night the incredible capacity of the human survival instinct to try and make you believe that all these strange and terrifying events never really happened. Finally, you fell asleep convinced that no, you're not crazy.

Of course, like every night for some time, you had a dream. But not the same one this time. This one was just as hazy and incomprehensible, but less terrifying, and you woke up more peacefully. It made you remember the clown's message: Don't be scared... You laughed nervously, shivers running through your body just thinking about your adventure the day before.

The day had gone by too fast for your liking, and you'd been unable to concentrate on anything, that damn clown haunting your mind at every turn. Then it was finally time for work.

It was a quiet evening, without too many customers. These evenings are often pleasant to spend, but this evening in particular, you could take advantage of it and go home early. The very idea of not seeing the sun when you leave the bar terrifies you.

"Are you sure? There's no one on stage tonight. You can sing if you want."

Your boss suggests you go on stage when there's no one there. You love these moments. Singing and playing on stage is the only time you feel your life isn't miserable. But singing tonight means coming home later, when it's dark... Fuck.

You can't refuse. These moments are too rare. You get up on stage and take advantage of this moment to forget everything, your rotten life, the sadness, the anguish... The clown...

Monsters are real, And ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.

Your voice trembles slightly and you close your eyes to concentrate.

God is cruel. Sometimes he makes you live. The devil's voice is sweet to hear.

At the end of your song, the few remaining customers applaud. You hate that noise. It reminds you of harsh reality.

Finally, the bar closes and you leave through the back door. The cool silence of the night reminds you of the horrors of life and you look down the dark, empty alley. The lights are still malfunctioning, and there's a large section of the alleyway plunged into darkness. Obviously...

You reassure yourself that you don't have to go into the forest this time. Phone in hand, you make your way down the alley, lighting every nook and cranny, and you're soon relieved to see that there's nothing and no one there.

You move forward, a little more reassured, towards the exit, towards the light. And as you put your phone back in your bag, something touches your back. It's light and it bounces against you. You turn around slowly, cautiously, holding your breath...

A balloon? A balloon. Red, floating in the middle of the path, alone. The first thing it brings to mind is your dream from last night. Yes, there was a red balloon in it, which you grabbed and flew high into the sky...

Looking at it more closely, you see a piece of paper hanging from its string, wriggling like a hanged man. You untie it and unfold it. On it, in ink as red as blood, a message.

DON'T BE SCARED

You swallow your saliva as thick as sand and your whole body shakes with tremors, preparing to run. But as you turn to leave the alley, two gloved hands grab you, one by the nape of the neck, pulling your hair as you go, the other by the mouth, pressing down hard enough that you can't scream. And you find yourself facing those predatory golden eyes, one of whose pupils squints outwards. A multitude of gleaming, pointed teeth, dripping with slime, smiles at you, just inches from your face.

Faced with such an apparition, your first instinct is to punch the face you recognize as the clown's, but you instantly regret it. True, the grip of his hands has loosened, but you note with horror that his features have deformed where you struck him, his uneven teeth protruding from his mouth in an excruciatingly inhuman way. Blood is dripping from his lip... floating upwards would be more accurate.

You push him back hard and turn to flee, knowing full well it's no use. He grabs you by the arm and pushes you violently back against the alley wall. You grit your teeth as you feel your back and the back of your skull crash against the hard surface. With one hand, he grips your neck and lifts you to his full height. No matter how hard you pull on his arm, you're unable to free yourself and breathing becomes difficult. The clown brings his face close to yours like an enraged predator.

"I said... don't be scared!!!"

He finishes his sentence by slamming you back against the wall. You close your eyes in pain, your head begins to spin and you no longer feel strong enough to push him away. All you can do is watch him rage at you, hoping it's just another nightmare.

"You don't want to live, I know it! Then why are you afraid? Stupid, ridiculous humans... This fear... So beautiful, so appetizing. How am I supposed to resist this?!"

The clown hits you once more, more brutally. This is too much. As your arms fall unconscious to your sides, you faint under his fingers and everything goes black. The last thing you hear is the clown swearing to himself.

When you open your eyes, you're unable to understand where you are. An old-fashioned smell of mildew assails your nostrils and you see dust flying in the dim light of the room. You realize you're lying on something soft, covered. Probably a mattress on the floor. Soon, the pain in the back of your skull reawakens. You run your hand through your hair to find dried blood tangled in your locks.

You sit up abruptly, the events before you fainted coming back to you in an unbearable headache, and a question forces you to hold your breath. What else has this clown... this thing... done to you? Trembling, your hand raises the old grey blanket over your legs and you begin to inspect yourself... Nothing. At first glance, anyway. Everything suggests that he's just put you down there, nothing more. You breathe again.

Your gaze finally settles around you: you find yourself in an empty room, apart from the mattress you're lying on. The light is diffused, so unnatural that you want to define it as dark, even if that doesn't make sense. The windows are so dirty that you can't tell if it's still night. You have no idea what time it is or how long it's been since the clown attack.

You suddenly see your shoes tossed haphazardly around the room, as well as your bag. That's all it takes for you to rush out of the mattress and rummage through it, your phone being your goal. But you panic when you realize it's buggy. It doesn't look particularly broken though, it simply refuses to work, the screen displaying bizarre glitches and... The message the clown marked last time, in the forest. You throw your phone to the ground in anguished annoyance.

Close your eyes. Inhale. exhale. You've got to get out of here. A hint of determination returning, you pick up your phone, your bag and put on your shoes. Passing as quietly as possible through the first doors you come to, you arrive in a corridor with a staircase leading down a few meters from you. You descend carefully, the steps creaking beneath your feet. But there's no sign of the clown, and the door opposite the steps seems to be the entrance door. You suddenly have the foolish hope of getting out of here without any trouble.

You approach slowly, your hand sliding noiselessly over the handle of the closed door. You turn it slowly... but nothing happens. You pull, you push, quietly at first, then louder and louder, suddenly panic-stricken. But nothing happens. The door doesn't move. It doesn't move at all. As if it were an optical illusion painted on the wall. A groan of despair escapes and you hold back your tears. Inhale. Exhale. All is not lost, there are always the windows.

They're as dirty and dimly lit as those upstairs, plunging the house into an atmosphere of eternal twilight. Some are boarded up, but not all. In a room that looks like a living room, you work hard on one of them, but get the same result as with the door. In a fit of anger, you end up banging on what's supposed to be the glass, even throwing a stool lying around, in vain.

A few seconds pass before a cry of rage comes from your mouth. And you knew that all the noise you'd made would attract the clown. A weak but piercing laugh pushes you to turn towards the entrance to the room. There he is, leaning against the wall, mocking you without the slightest hint of embarrassment.

"Silly, silly little human. Thinking you can escape from my house. So stupid, so angry..."

He pauses, and you can see his mocking smile break down, giving way to annoyance, his features turning stern.

"...So scared... again..."

You step back as he moves closer to you. You'd have thought his eyes were blue a second ago... You quickly bend down to grab the stool you threw at the window, tossing it at the clown to distract him and get around him, running towards the living room exit. You already knew it wouldn't work and you're not surprised to feel him propel you to the floor. He barely gives you time to turn around before pinning you down on your back. Your eyes see his face blurred by tears, while you feel warm drool running down your shirt. Above you, the clown shakes frantically, as if arguing with himself about what to do with you.

"Fear... so delicious... Maybe I should... eat you.... No! Or maybe... just a little...?"

He shakes his head like an animal shredding a piece of meat, and the comparison terrifies you.

"No. No! You are..."

His gloved hand caresses your face with a gentleness that makes you sob. Your eyes close tightly, as if that's enough to make you forget everything that's going on.

"...perfect. I need you."

You feel the clown's breath coming closer and your eyes reopen in panic. You can see his lips curling over his sharp teeth, many more of them. Your brain refuses to believe what it's seeing and you start laughing nervously.

"Don't. Be. Scared."

It's an order and he emphasizes it by snapping his teeth together in a jaw-clenching sound that echoes in your head. At this point, he lets go and walks away, leaving you alone on the floor with your migraine, covered in drool. All you hear is the echo of your own delirious laughter, resonating in your eardrums as if it belonged to someone else. 

[jealousmartini]

KPOP DR INTRODUCTION

GO! BEYOND! We are MKB!

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MKB [initally called MaKe Believe] is a 5 member KPOP girl group that debuted around 2014-2015 under the company of JYP with their winning album : 5ALIVE! and their most popular songs Superstitious, Greedy hearts and What's more?. Adored for their GIRL-CRUSH aesthetic and catchy choruses that is presented in a film cinematographic manner that tells a story through the visuals as well as the lyrics in the genres POP, EDM CITY-POP, fans around the world can't help but feel entranced by the music and the lore that is made along the way.

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She can sing? She can dance?? She can rap???

SHE'S A TRIPLE THREAT

— BASICS

Date of dr : 2015 02 04

Stage name : rochie (pronounced roe-she)

Most commonly called : keisha/keesha

Birth name : "CR name" keisha rochela banks

Spanish name : audriana rochela banks

Nicknames : rochie, roe, keesh, audrey

Fanbase nicknames : lol doll, jazz hands, dimples, glasses, curly fries

Date of birth : June 20th 1997

Zodiac sign : gemini-cancer cusp

Height : 5"7½

Ethnicity : half puerto rican, half korean

Languages : spanish, korean, english, japanese, portuguese

Group positions : main rapper, lead/main dancer, main singer, visuals, maknae

Representative animal : red panda / bunny

Representative colour : orange

Representative fruit : also an orange

Fanbase name : charmings !

Training period : 10 months

Company : JYP

— KNOWN FOR

Keisha is a witty and ambitious idol who's personality shines brightly through her snappy and energetic choreography, while also showing a raw and passionate side of her through her singing and rapping. She is praised for a her precision, accuracy and emotion by her manager and JYP himself as well as from other Idols.

She is known for occasionally appearing in other k-groups lives either heard in the background or directly in view, rambling about something and coming to say hi to their fanbase. Charmings are shocked to see how close she is to TWICE and BTS in particular, making them wonder how long she has known both groups before she officially became an Idol, and what their relationships are like off camera

She's known for having a pet bunny called Tiffany, Tiff for short. Tiffany often makes appearances in her own lives. Tiffany is very cute and is loved by the fanbase

She is an artist. She tends to draw a lot and can see having piles of stuffed notebooks of drawings in her room. She's too shy to show her art but there was a screenshot of her accidentally leaving one of her notebooks open showing a double page section filled with well drawn sketches of recognised idols. Some from BTS some from TWICE.

She is a spanish black person. This makes her stand out from all other idols. But when she made her first appearance onto a game show, Black fans and Spanish fans of kpop had basically gone crazy seeing a black Idol speak their language for the first time and the number of Charmings doubled, if not tripled.

She is known for being so fucking painfully honest about everything it's funny. She's basically voluntarily called herself out on multiple occasions. Like when she admitted that she likes both man boobs and woman boobs (she's bi) or when she brain vomits her thoughts onto her tumblr page (yes she is in fact a tumblr girly), thinking no one would've seen her viral post that read "namjoon thinks I'm a bad influence on army cus of how vocal i am as if they didnt already want be crushed by his beefy arms before I admitted I did. They just get me (i joke btw.. kinda)" that she had deleted the second she posted it, but of course it got screenshoted and reposted onto twitter☠️

— FUN FACTS

She is older than Jungkook by 4 months

She is close friends with NAYEON, Sana, Chaeyoung, YOONGI, JIMIN, JUNGKOOK, Namjoon, J-hope, TAEHYUNG, Jin, BANGCHAN, Felix, Hyunjin and YUNA

No one knows this yet but she has a crush on 4 of the idols listed and 2 of the highlighted names are part of the four, the other 2 are not

Red Panda is her animal representative because there was a video circulating of her dressed up as a mascot for her highschool as a red panda

She is an excellent cook and loves to cook for her members and her idol friends

She is the 2nd most shipped with trainee in MKB before she even became an Idol. She is now the first most shipped idol in MKB.

She is a genuine ARMY herself lmao😭😭 way too many times has she been caught singing a bts song when on camera

Tags! : @livingmydreamlife5555 @cocozydiaries @theshifterbear @4ellieluv

Side note💌 : she's so silly guys. I hope no one suspects me having a crush on any of the idols in my dr.. — 🍊💭

[d-criss-news]

See an exclusive first look at Darren Criss’ return to Broadway in Maybe Happy Ending

The "Glee" actor stars as a Helperbot named Oliver, opposite Helen J. Shen making their Broadway debut as Claire.

There’s nothing new about an awkward meet-cute turning into a love story… But what if that love story is between two robots?

That’s the question posed by Maybe Happy Ending, a new musical coming to Broadway this fall, starring Emmy-winning Glee and The Assassination of Gianni Versace: American Crime Story actor Darren Criss. The show also marks the Broadway debut of Helen J. Shen (The Lonely Few) and Dez Duron (The Voice). Featuring a book by Will Aronson and Hue Park, with music by Aronson and lyrics by Park, Maybe Happy Ending is helmed by Tony Award winner Michael Arden (Parade, Once on This Island), with scenic design by Dane Laffrey (A Christmas Carol).

Ahead of its debut, Entertainment Weekly has your exclusive first listen to the show, with a music video of Criss and Chen’s emotional duet, "When You’re in Love.”

Darren Criss and Helen J. Shen in "Maybe Happy Ending". MAYBE HAPPY ENDING THE MUSICAL/YOUTUBE

The musical — a big hit in its native South Korea, winning six 2016 Korean Musical Awards and the Richard Rodgers Production Award for the English-language version — made its American debut at Atlanta’s Alliance theater in 2019. Now the show is coming to the Great White Way with Criss and Shen as Oliver and Claire, two outcast HelperBots whose initial awkward encounter evolves into an unexpected relationship.

“There's a real pathos that kind of snuck up on me with these two,” Criss told EW of the HelperBot romance. “You think, 'Oh, cute, like androids falling in love, that sounds sweet.' But there's a lot more to that when you start to examine what it is to not only love something or someone, but the inexorable, unavoidable back end of love, which is loss.” Oliver is living the simple life of an outdated HelperBot when the story begins, tending to plants and listening to jazz in his one-bedroom apartment on the outskirts of Seoul. Then Claire comes by to borrow a charger, and changes everything. The video finds the HelperBots united by emotion, yet far apart as they process the swirling feelings of being in love for the first time. “When you’re in love, you’re never satisfied,” they lament. “The thing you want is always out of reach.”

By the end, they’re piecing together both the joys and painful realities of their newfound feelings. They sing, “Now I’m hoping that you feel all the things I feel / Wishing that you want me to sit beside you /Wanting now to learn all the things you are / Waiting for a chance to invite you in my heart.” If the prospect of seeing two bots find love isn’t enticing enough, Criss jokes that empathizing with the characters will at least give audiences a leg up in the AI apocalypse. “If there's any incentive to come see the show — other than a wonderful theatrical experience with a lot of beautiful universal themes and all that great stuff and fantastic music, and hopefully good performances — if not that, it's at least to soften the punishment and wrath of the AI takeover,” he laughed. Maybe Happy Ending begins previews at the Belasco Theatre on Wednesday, September 18. Tickets will go on sale to the general public beginning on Thursday, June 6 at 10AM.

Watch the "When You're In Love" music video above and read more of Criss' thoughts on the HelperBot romance below.

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: Can you start by telling me a little bit about Oliver and what's at the core of this character for you? Well, I'll tell you what, this is the first time I'm ever really doing any kind of talking about a show that I haven't had much familiarity with yet. And I'm not saying that to avoid talking about it so much as to highlight the unique nature of my involvement in this show because, at least if we're talking about the theater, specifically Broadway Theater, every show that I've ever done came with something of a legacy and was a show that I would have been very familiar with, and I think audiences at large, for the most part would've had a history with it.

How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying was my Broadway debut, massively popular, classic Broadway show, people knew it. Second one was, Hedwig and the Angry Inch, I grew up as a teenager loving that show. And then the revival of American Buffalo, that's now a standard contemporary American classic and studied that in drama school and yada yada yada. So when talking about the show, I had a really good handle because the show had lived with me for most of my life. [Maybe Happy Ending] is a brand new show, which is wildly exciting. But I have yet to figure out that answer. I can tell you what his core is on paper, which is that Oliver is a Helperbot, something like a hundred years in the future where our technology helpers — in the way that we have our Alexas, and our Siris, and our digital systems, and our smart assistants — have evolved into more humanoid representations. He is a Model 3 in the world of Model 5's and is very much outdated, and kind of running the last of his powered up life in the world that we're watching him and coming to grips with the things that left him behind.

We got a little taste of it in the music video, but what do you think it is about the Oliver and Claire relationship that people will respond to? Or what did you respond to? There's nothing like being able to look at ourselves by looking through the eyes of things that aren't us. I find the most I'm ever moved about the human experience comes from animated films where you have non-human characters trying to figure out human emotions. It's a really great way for audiences to subconsciously look at their own experience objectively. It's funny that it takes inhuman characters to examine humanity in a way that feels somehow accessible. If you see yourself up there, it maybe hits too close to home. But you might think about it a little differently if you're suddenly looking at things through the objective lens of a true outsider — be it a cartoon fox or a mermaid wanting to be human.

So having said that, this is a story about two HelperBots, two robots “falling in love." Of course, they're not human, so they can't physically, literally intimately actually fall in love, but they have to sort of figure out what that means by way of how they've experienced human beings themselves, by cues they've gotten from their own owners and from the world around them. And when you start examining things like love, things like loss through the eyes of non-humanoid things that are trying to computationally analyze and synthesize those things, you sort of start to look at them in a different way. There are many things about the show — the premise was very interesting, and I think the design is exquisite, it's a wonderful theatrical experience. Getting to work with a longtime friend, Michael Arden is such a joy, and there's so many things about that that make this appealing to me. And of course the music is fun, and it's cute, and funny, and charming. But there's a real pathos that kind of snuck up on me with these two. You think, 'Oh, cute, like androids falling in love, that sounds sweet.' But there's a lot more to that when you start to examine what it is to not only love something or someone, but the inexorable, unavoidable back end of love, which is loss. And how do we deal with that? How and why do human beings willingly enter this contract if we know that on the other side of it, there is something that will hurt and that can hurt because love does come with loss, whether it's loss of self, loss of wholeness.

And this show really shows a really beautiful balance of these beings trying to suss out thousands of years of human meditation — of all the hundred thousand songs and poems and stories that have tried to help us understand this balance of love and loss, and the highs and the lows of it are pretty profound. er. In “When You’re In Love” there's the sentiment that being in love is the loneliest you can be. Is that something that you immediately connected with, or was that surprising?

I think that song's very interesting because it's them putting the pieces together. Many lines in the song that talk about how being loved does just constantly leave you with a sense of longing. Which I think goes back into the main thesis, which is love in many ways is loss. They kind of coexist in this yin-yang. It's just one's much more fun and more accessible to talk about, but they kind of come hand in hand. Again, the systematic exploration of all of the ones and zeros of what love is — it's a lot of ones, but it is also a lot of zeros, and one of those things is being lonely and the feeling of not being whole without a certain thing. Which I think is a really good connector to what this show talks about, which is the function of the things in our life that we lose. It is funny that we are getting closer and closer to the realities of what this show presents and suggests. The idea that Siri could be a person in a hundred years isn't absurd, it's not a crazy idea. Even talking about things like robots or artificial intelligence, it's an immediate thing that is part of the cultural fabric and a continual discussion about how and where and why it's going to be part of our life.

But even without talking about those sort of more sci-fi leaning things, technology is in many ways, like people in our life. I mean, people treat their phones like babies. We have attachments to our phones and the way that we need them in our lives and the way we care for them and the reliance we have on them. And the idea of shelf life and things being outdated, we're pretty comfortable with. It's more comprehensible with tech and objects. But it's funny that we have this cognitive dissonance between that and the idea of things being outdated and out of its prime is harder to grasp and a harder pill to swallow with people, and it's a harder journey to go on with people. But what happens when our objects become closer in likeness and experience to people? How are we going to wrap our brains around that and how will they wrap their brains or their programming around that? And how will they feel? Will they feel at all? How will they feel about their impermanence as it relates to ours and vice versa? So there's a lot of really, really nice questions being asked in this show.

Are you finding that it's changing your relationship to Siri and Alexa and your technology? As of now, absolutely not. Well, maybe in the future. Maybe. I'll bite my tongue… In a few years, who knows? She's listening. I'll be nice to you Siri, I promise. As long as you're nice to me when you decide to take over the planet. Well, after you've played a Helperbot, you've got an in. Hopefully that'll soften the AI takeover, they'll let us loose. If there's any incentive to come see the show — other than a wonderful theatrical experience with a lot of beautiful universal themes and all that great stuff and fantastic music, and hopefully good performances — if not that, it's at least to soften the punishment and wrath of the AI takeover. This interview has been edited and condensed for clarity.

[ollieyingdu]

Vein, Overthink and The Eye — Theory

WELCOME TO MY MANGUM OPUS

ive had this theory for quite a long time and i have commonly dubbed it the core of my delusion. when i made it I was like 95% sure it wasn’t right and it was simply a coincidence. however, with new songs and promotional material IT MIGHT JUST BE RIGHT!

so, without further ado, strap in for a WILD ride of Vein, Overthink and the secret meaning of The Eye:

first off, link click LOVES their use of color. they give characters, settings, powers, and even THEMES their own color. both to visually cue us in on what’s going on, and to allow people to draw connections between two seemingly different things.

for example: Vein’s character color is red. we know this and we’ve seen it everywhere, especially in his pv. and what else in link click is noticeably red? Overthink’s visuals.

now what does this say exactly? well, in my opinion, i think it gives us a BIG clue into Vein’s character and lg’s relationship with him if we examine the lyrics of Overthink like the song is a call and response between TWO people. M

this part of my theory I’m currently iffy about. i don’t think overthink is actually a call and response song, but some of these line up a little TOO well. the two speakers of this song are represented by the fact overthink is in both mandarin and english. mandarin speaker is lg, and english speaker is vein.

ive prepared a couple examples:

mandarin speaker: being watched by the eye of time english speaker: yeah

english speaker: stop thinking bout it, why ya mind overclouded? mandarin speaker: I unconsciously glance towards my right hand

english speaker: stop thinking bout it, why ya mind overclouded? mandarin speaker: in the gap of time I stopped thinking, I realized that my troubles were just me troubling myself

OKAY! so what do all of these mean? good fucking question. i think all of this hints at Vein being an “eye of time” or someone who watches over the events of time travel. this ensures that nobody fucks up the past too much. it would also mean vein is aware of shiguang and their powers, which is confirmed from the trailers.

this also hints at vein possibly having powers related to the mind and dreams. a lot of the lines in this song involve the mind being “overclouded” and how people need to stop thinking too much. this would fit PERFECTLY for vein being the time police. if he has mind powers he’d be able to manipulate people to not abuse time powers (cough cough LG) and maintain the status quo. a lot of lines also talk about dreams, and we know lg gets “visions” or something of vein. what if that’s vein in the mind, in this weird dreamscape? nods nods stuff to consider.

alright, we got all the stuff about overthink down. vein is the time police. nods okay. but what about The Eye?

btw before I say all this, I know baishajaws did not know the plot of yingdu when making their song, which is why im going to try and base my analysis on the visuals instead. the song matches my theory very well but it is purely coincidence 🙂‍↕️ and i am aware of that

ANYWAY! what i noticed when watching The Eye was how vein was portrayed. he was the only character we didn’t see the eyes or face of (of the new villains, anyway). we know eyes are windows to the soul, so I think it hints at vein’s overall intentions. watching over everyone, near a clocktower no less!! it gives him this eerie feeling, like he always knows what’s going on. idk…spoooky stuff

so yea, my thought is that vein is basically the Time Police. new trailers have all but confirmed it, so im pretty excited abt that LMAO

fun fact: i fully wrote out this theory twenty-ish days ago in a server thread and im so upset i didn’t post it earlier cause with all of the trailers it seems like im onto something with the eye of time thing. oh well 😭 at least it’s here now.

anyway! hope the delusion was amusing for you all lmao. if I’m even SLIGHTLY right I’ll take this as a win cause WOW this is a stretch

but yea, check out #ollieyingdu for more, and happy first episode 🙂‍↕️ stay safe LMAOO

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Hi, I absolutely love the way you breakdown tswift songs, and I just wanted to clarify something, that's been bothering me. In 7 she mentions this part "we'll move to India forever" at first I was just like yeah, but the more I listened to it, the more I was like what kind of fucking colonist/white mindset is that? You'll never tour to India but you want to move here?? LIKE??? NO!!!! Don't!!! We've had enough of you white people exploiting us without ever actually ever caring for our country.

Feel free to vent about whatever Taylor Swift lyric you hate. I literally love it. :)

Because you're right, I always saw the line "we'll move to India forever" in the most charitable light. I remember thinking to myself, when I first heard it, that maybe she just loves India.

It made sense to me- because during the pandemic I fell into reading a BUNCH about India's culture, religion, food, anything. (My interest was mostly a result of linguistic interest into how India has shaped the English Language over time). Despite English only being present in the region due to colonialism, India has had a remarkable impact on shaping the Language itself! I emphasize post-colonial theory in my real job- and while I don't write much on India's relation to English Linguistics, I enjoy reading on the subject. So that's why I find it so interesting- because it really speaks to human ingenuity and perseverance. You know? The linguistic diversity present in India alone is so cool- and I really could talk about it forever.

So, I heard the line, and my first thought was like "yeah, okay maybe she just loves India?"

I think I was being too kind with that initial response.

But dude- she's never even toured in India? Like she just refused to go? She's never once talked about India in a positive light at all. So then why would she write that line? Like she will go to any random country in Europe, go to any random state in the USA, and go to couple of select places in Latin America, but it seems like she outright ignores Southern parts of Asia? Except Singapore- because they gave her a boatload of money, I guess. So, why write that line? Why write all of "Karma" is she has no genuine interest or respect for the people from which that philosophy comes?

In combination with her obvious pro-colonialist imagery in her other work, like the "Wildest Dreams" music video, the line in "Bejeweled" about reclaiming the land, and the latest line in "But Daddy I Love Him" about how she wants to win the West, I now believe her line about moving to India to be pure Orientalism.

Plus, the whole issue with the "Karma" song in which she is denigrating the philosophical concept of Karma and making it seem like nothing more than a shallow idiomatic ideal on revenge.

I think she's just an idiot who wants to mention "India" like it's some fantastical realm far away from "reality" (Eg), to her, the USA, as if India is not a real place with a real history and real culture. This is what I mean when I say she offers India no respect or appreciation- you can't liken a place to a mystical realm removed from reality without removing it from its history, culture, and people.

If the whole line is "Pack your dolls in a sweater/ We'll move to India forever/ Passed down like Folksongs" ("Seven" 2020).

She is intuitively linking the concept of moving to India with that of a childhood fantasy- with the word "dolls"- one childhood fantasy which will be ultimately unfulfilled. Thus, I support the argument that her line about moving to India is only in reference to the fact that it's like an unreal fantasy- worlds away from reality.

In literary theory, we call this process of subjective reality removal, and fetishization of the East as a fantasy realm, Orientalism. Orientalism is the act of creating a fantasy of the East, in this case India, that is often full of stereotypes or predicated solely on the myopic lens of western perspective.

Naturally, this facet of literature was mainly popular during the height of British Colonialism in India- in the 19th century. So why is Taylor Swift negotiating Orientalist attitudes in a song in the year of 2020? WHY! Uh- (because she's a fucking Racist with no respect for anyone who's not White and from USA). I've been blind- I fear.

It's such a rude oversimplification of such a diverse and interesting place- and all of her many nods towards Colonialism are so disgusting - I'm actually pissed off about it.

Anyway- That was my long-winded way of completely agreeing with you. You're right it's a shitty colonialist attitude and she should not be getting away with it.

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helo! dwi'n dysgu cymraeg a dwi isio gwrando ar fwy o bandiau sy'n canu yn gymraeg. oes gen ti hoff bandiau neu albymau? dwi'n licio yws gwynedd a gwilym yn fawr ond dwi ddim yn siwr os mae 'na bandiau eraill fel nhw, felly mae steiliau gwahanol yn iawn hefyd. diolch yn fawr!

Helo! Gobeithio ti’n iawn! 😄 Mae llawer o hoff fandiau gyda fi, mawr a newydd. Mae sîn cerddoriaeth Cymraeg yn wych ar hyn o bryd!

Super Furry Animals yw fy hoff band yn y byd (ces i gyfle i ddwued hyn i’w canwr nhw Gruff Rhys, moment o fy mywyd!) Gwenno yw un mwy o fy ffefrynau! Mae hi’n canu yn Gymraeg a Cernyweg, synthpop musician yw hi, a does dim neb yn gwneud miwsig fel hi nawr! Os ces i roi dim ond un rec i bobl, mae’n Datblygu. Genre-wise mae nhw’n post punk, ond oedd y llais, geiriau a sylwebaeth David R Edwards a cerddoriaeth Patricia Morgan yn singular. Does dim neb yn debyg iddyn nhw!

I do have a few recommendations for you os ti’n hoffi Gwilym ac Yws Gwynedd!

If you like Gwylim I think you’ll also enjoy Fleur de Lys, they’re an indie rock band from North Wales in the mid-2010s. They’ve just released a new single called Gad Ni Fod that reminds me a little of Gwilym! You might also like Sŵnami, though they’re a bit more of a pop band. I like their song Gwenwyn. If you’re into heavier music though, there’s another song called Gwenwyn by a band called Alffa. They’re just two lads but they make a ginormous sound, and they’re all-independent and also amongst the most lovely people I’ve spent 3 hours with, so check them out! Gwenwyn also became the first Welsh language song on Spotify to cross a million streams, which is a great achievement. My favourite song of theirs is Babi Mam, a song on men’s mental health, and crucially the lyrics are also available online.

Another rec bouncing off of Gwylim would be Ynys from Aberystwyth. They make harmonic pop/psychedelic rock, I can’t recommend them enough! They’re a newer band, but they’re formed by Dylan Hughes, who used to be in a lovely 2010s indie band called Race Horses (another Cymraeg fav of mine tbh), and some of that band play with him in Ynys too. Helpfully, Dylan is also particular about making sure all his lyrics are available, which is great as a learner! It’s in the lyric booklets but also on their Bandcamp.

You should also definitely check out Adwaith, who are one of the best new bands in Wales! They’re from Carmarthen, so you’ll also hear in their lyrics that they use bits of South Walian Welsh, and the thing I admire about them is they’re learners too. They said they deliberately try and write their lyrics to be true to how they really speak, and so it’s meant to be less formal and more casual. They’re also one of the voices singing about life as girls growing up in Welsh-speaking Wales, and they’re the only musicians ever to win the Welsh music prize twice! Icons. There’s a spinoff band 2/3 of them started in lockdown called Tacsidermi, and if you like Gwilym’s song Cwin you’ll love their song Ble Pierre.

Like Yws Gwynedd - there’s a Candelas song called Brenin Calonnau you’ll like. HMS Morris are another really good band, try their song Ceredigion. Chroma wrote a fantastic album called Asking For Angela this year. Check out Sai’n Moyn Mynd Mas! They released this song in English and in Welsh.

I’ll give you a few more alternative and rock bands I really like, I’ll put them in a playlist for you! It’ll have some Welsh language music from rock bands like Super Furry Animals and Gruff Rhys solo, Datblygu, Gorky’s Zygotic Mynci, big leaves, Y Reu (and their guitarist Lloyd Steele’s work, who wrote some fantastic tunes in lockdown reflecting on identity — specifically about being a mixed race gay man in Welsh speaking Wales), Ysgol Sul, Hyll.

There’s a Gorky’s song that’s not on Spotify that I love, so I’ll give you a YouTube link. It’s an older song though, written before violinist Megan Childs joined the band - Merched Yn Neud Gwallt Eu Gilydd, from the Introducing Gorky’s CD.

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