#Me and the rock I live under ig

[eeveelikessoda]

What do you mean the painter guy in Yo Gabba Gabba sang in Puppet Boy???

[lovesickgrlsrh0t]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day One , Body Worship ⭑.ᐟ

༉‧₊˚🕯️KINKTOBER '24 ❀༉‧₊˚.

CONTENTS INCLUDE : SMUTTT, praise, established relationship, oral (male!reciving) p in v, cowgirl, subby!spencer, softdom!reader, afab!reader, creampie (oopsies)

NOTES : guess who's doing kinktober despite the many drafts that she has yet to get started on ? (me, it's me) this is supposed to be a once a week sort of thing ig so. technically i'm like a week behind lol (anotha one droppin soon!!) hope u enjoy xxx

"you look so pretty like this, laid back as i take care of you." the whispered words rung in spencer's ears as you down kissed his neck, unbuttoning his dress shirt quickly. he attempted to untie your dress, but you quickly brushed his hands away.

"tonight is about you, darling." spencer obliged, letting you push him gently into the mattress. you smiled at the sight of his bare torso. spencer flushed, feeling shy under your unwavering stare. you gently traced the scars from his job, kissing each of them soothingly.

"you're so strong, spence; you know that right? every day you go out there just to help others, doing this dangerous job. seeing things most people can go their entire live without seeing." you murmured, looking up to meet his gaze. his lips were parted, his doe eyes fixated on you.

"so beautiful." you leaned up to kiss him, cupping his cheek as your lips touched. it was tender and short, and you soon continued your journey downwards.

your plush lips gently grazed his thighs, spreading them as you kissed the most intimate part of him. spencer's breath hitched, his nimble fingers enveloping themselves in your hair as you took him into your mouth. his musky, masculine went straight to your rubbing thighs, urging you on to take another inch.

moans and soft groans were the only things you heard from spencer. you savored his symphony of pleasure, slurping every drop of precum that dropped from his tip. your tongue ran along the veins of his thick member, kissing the soft skin teasingly.

"fuckin' hell, sweetheart." he gritted out, pulling you up by your chin. "if i'm gonna cum, i'd prefer for it to be in you, love," spencer whispered, his intense gaze making you ache.

you pulled your panties to the side, sinking onto his hardened length slowly. your combined moans melding as your hips meet. "h-holy shit.." spencer whined, his head falling back into the pillows. "that feel good?" you asked softly, rocking your hips slowly.

your fluttering cunt around him had spencer going nuts. "feels..feels fuckin perfect, babe. fuck, i love you so much.." he rambled, his hips bucking into you instinctively in time with your rocking hips. his large hands move to squeeze your ass, gently guiding your rocking hips to repeatedly hit your g-spot.

lewd sound of skin slapping filled your bedroom, in time with spencer's increasing groans. your nails left crescent moons into his chest, along with the other tiny marks on his body. "pussy fucking meant for me...love you, baby..." he rambled senselessly, fucking into you faster and faster. "god, spence, you're gonna make me cum..."

"yeah? you're gonna cum?" he groaned, gripping you tightly as your moans grew louder. "f-fuck, spencer-" the feeling of your cunt pulsing around him was too much for spencer to handle. within moments, he came hard, his seed painting your walls white.

he peppered soft 'love yous' into your skin, helping you slide off of his softening dick as his release dripped out of you. the sight made spencer moan, making him whisper into your ear, "you up for round two?"

[rhiannonsknife]

I DONT KNOW JUST. RABBITS INNIT. R FINDING THE IRONY FUNNY IG AND JACKIE NOT BEING AMUSED AT ALL UNTIL SHE TRIES IT AND IS LIKE. ABSOLUTELY TAKEN BY THIS THING

I feel like she'd be skeptical anyway at first, like... she'd probably take one look at it and go 'what the fuck is that it looks like an alien'

Oh my GOD Jackie watching r use it first. Getting massively off on that and then being convinced into trying it when she'd seen how it works. Jackie being unused to such strong stimulation simultaneously. Jackie afterwards laughing at how r had bought it half as a joke because of the rabbit thing and now she's asking if they can use it all the time.

Ironically, the rabbit becoming Jackie's favourite toy?

-🔆

(this was literally all just a stream of consciousness because I had barely thought about it at first outside of 'haha rabbit toy... jackie... rabbits... haha. Wait she'd actually probably quite like those')

‘i’m just gonna answer this ask real quick’ i say, before i proceed to write a whole think piece on jackie taylor’s sexuality. enjoy my inability to keep any thoughts to myself. nsfw content so mdni.

now i raise you: catching jackie using one. LISTEN. LISTEN!!

maybe this is like a no-crash au? ooooh WAIT! college roommate!au???? (this is just me brainstorming guys; welcome to the mind of rhiannonsknife)

anyway, so jackie went to rutgers but is still with jeff. not because she’s madly in love with him, but because it’s easy, because he’s familiar. she’s not a virgin anymore because there’s no way in hell jackie taylor is going to college still a virgin, right?

so, she sleeps with him before leaving for school. once. twice. enough to confirm what she’s been suspecting for a while now: sex is the most disappointing thing she’s ever experienced. the few times with jeff don’t just fail to get her off. they leave her feeling emptier than before.

sex, to jackie, becomes a routine of quick, lackluster encounters behind closed and locked doors. closing her eyes, letting him fumble inside her, rocking back and forth a few ridiculously short seconds before he finishes. then, he’s out the window, because god forbid her mother catches him there. technically, she’s old enough to make her own decisions, but as her mother so frequently reminds her: ‘as long as you live under my roof, jacqueline…’

it becomes faking it (not that she thinks anyone could realistically cum from his poor attempts) before rolling over in bed, waiting for the sound of him actually leaving so she can sigh, reach under the sheets, and shamefully finish the job herself.

because jackie isn’t a stranger to her own body.

she knows exactly what it takes to get there. she knows because she’s practiced. not that she’d ever tell anyone just how much (nor of that one time shauna forgot her flannel, and she held it to her face as she rode out an actual mind-blowing orgasm on one of her pillows).

the point is: jackie understands pleasure. unlike her sexuality, this is something she has a grasp on. she knows where she needs to be touched, kissed, licked, even.

by whom, though, is a murkier subject. a fantasy. a blur of stolen moments with shauna, of faceless girls she conjures up when her hand moves beneath the waistband of her underwear.

by whom is something jackie pretends not to care about. anyone but jeff, she tells herself.

and then she moves out. into her own space, into dorm life and freedom in a way she’s never had before (and a place that’s her own, without her mother snooping around). then there’s you.

you, with your easy confidence, your quiet certainty. you, who is so openly, unabashedly queer in a way jackie envies.

you, who makes her realize, suddenly and without warning, that her desire can take shape. that it doesn’t just have to exist in secret, in the late-night haze of almost admitting it to herself.

she tries to drop subtle hints without needing to say the words. without needing to come out to you and having to explain it all over.

‘i think i’m a lesbian. yes, i have a boyfriend back home. but only because he’s the only sense of security i have there. no, he doesn’t get me off. no, i don’t think i’ve ever truly loved him.’

that’s a conversation she’s not ready for. subtle hints and long nights of masturbation it is.

and then there’s the one horrendous time jackie musters up the courage to enter the local sex shop to make the most of the little sex life she’s got.

you bring it up over breakfast, laughing into your coffee as you mention your latest purchase like it’s nothing. jackie, meanwhile, nearly chokes on her toast. she spends half the conversation pretending to sip from her very much empty cup to hide the angry red of her cheeks.

you talk about sex so easily. you are open about this in a way jackie longs to be.

so she goes.

fifteen whole minutes, she spends pacing the block, making sure no one she knows is within a five-mile radius before finally mustering up the courage to step inside.

it’s worse than she imagined.

the woman at the counter asks if she needs help, and jackie panics. stammering her way through a string of half-coherent words before blindly grabbing something and bolting for the register.

she leaves as embarrassed as she’s entered, minus the $60 for the rabbit vibrator she bought.

oh boy is it worth the money, though.

the first time she uses it, it’s bliss. overstimulating in a way she wasn’t aware she liked quite as much. jackie is thankful to have waited until you were out late, otherwise, she doubts that she could’ve come up with an excuse for the noises echoing through the thin walls or the soaked bedsheets she takes to the laundry in the middle of the night.

then there are the times jackie begins to experiment with it, testing her limits, the number of orgasms she can force upon herself before she can’t stand the constant buzz anymore. how much pain is still pleasure, how many times she can deny herself of it until her body goes on autopilot. jackie has spent so much time of her life denying herself of what she wanted, so what’s a little more, right?

and then there’s the time you walk in on her, too.

as confident as jackie has gotten, she’s grown more careless. learning that it thrilled her to imagine herself getting caught by you (or watched, more precisely: picturing you by her bed with a hand down your pants, her go-to fantasy), came with the downside of unconscious recklessness.

she could’ve sworn she locked the door, even though she thought you weren’t home and that she didn’t hear you enter the apartment.

it doesn’t matter though. not when you’re suddenly in the doorway while jackie has got her rabbit vibe buzzing at the highest setting, on the brink of an imminent orgasm when she sees you.

“holy shit,” is all you can manage before jackie tears it from between her legs, only half aware of the sharp sting through the embarrassment. she tries to cover herself up, whimpering as the blankets brush against her throbbing clit.

a moment of silence passes between you, followed by the realization jackie has dreaded. you cover your face, immediately turning to leave. “i’m sorry!” you call on your way out, suddenly looking at least as embarrassed as jackie feels as you flee the scene to the safety of your own room.

it’s the sight of her that doesn’t leave you, and that you can't seem to escape: the picture of those few seconds she didn’t see you standing before her and you, wrongfully so, didn’t make your presence known.

over the next breakfast, where both trying and failing to play things cool, all you can see are soft, spread legs. manicured fingers holding the pink toy in place. parted lips and a free hand palming breasts through the fabric of a lacy bra.

even when you’re the one touching yourself, pictures of your roommate keep coming to you in flashes.

you hear the soft, whining noises jackie made, and they instantly send you over the edge. you see her hair sprawled out around her head and the way her back arched, like she was close to cumming. you see a sliver of her body when she tried to cover herself: hair, a shade darker than what you’re used to, a birthmark on her hipbone, a stiff clit, practically aching for your mouth.

you’re fucked, you realize as you cum to the memory of your roommate touching herself.

what can i say?? one hour worth of word vomit guys!! 😝

[blue-eyed-belladonna]

How Can Anyone Hate the Rain? (Sherlock x Reader)

~~~~Author's Note: Hey everyone!! I haven't posted a fic in a hot minute because the ones I do write are self indulgent as FUCK but I really liked this one and my friend convinced me to post this excerpt. SO enjoy!! I hope y'all like it!!~~~~

Word Count: 2,446

Fem coded. If y'all like it I will definitely make a gender neutral version too!!

Warnings: Cussing?? Ig??

Something was wrong. She knew it. Sherlock had been acting…off the last few days. She wasn’t sure why or what to do but the awkward silence in the flat was suffocating her. She looked outside when she heard a soft pitter patter against the window until it became a constant. She smiled to herself, deciding to go downstairs to enjoy the rain from the bigger windows.

She entered the living room, seeing Sherlock sitting by the window. He looked lost in thought, almost as if he was somewhere else entirely. She saw his hand clench and unclench under his chin. She frowned. She took a quiet deep inhale before walking towards him with her arms behind her back. She stopped next to him, also staring out at the rain. There was a peaceful silence for a few moments between the two. He didn’t acknowledge her, which she was used to when he was deep in thought, but it was like he was entirely unaware of anything surrounding him. She didn’t like it.

“Do you like the rain?” She asked softly, finally turning her head to see if he’d react. She was pleasantly surprised that he actually turned to meet her gaze. He looked exhausted. “I do.” He answered. She offered a smile, looking back outside. “Me too. It’s my favorite kind of weather.” He didn’t say anything, silence lapsing over the two. “You know, this is my first rain in London. I know it’s silly, but I think it’s almost monumental.” He scoffed almost. “It’s just the weather.” He grumbled. She tilted her head downward to him, leaning against the table. “Well…yeah I s’pose it is. But it’s my favorite weather. In my favorite place.” A shy smile spread across her cheeks. “With my favorite person.” 

That caught his attention for sure. His head whipped around to her, his curls bouncing from the speed. She shrugged, looking out the window as she crossed her arms. She didn’t want to move too fast to give off that she was embarrassed for admitting that, but she feels she failed to look unbothered and as confident as she hoped. He gently cleared his throat. “Yes. Right. Well…” he paused, following her gaze to the window. “In that case, I believe it’s cause for celebration.” She let out a surprised chuckle. “What?” She looked at him in disbelief. He stood up, going to the front door, wrapping his coat around him. He glanced at her as he buttoned it up, nodding to the door. “Well? Are you coming?” “You’re being serious?” She giggled, uncrossing her arms to walk towards him. “As the plague.” This caused another giggle to bubble out of her. She took her coat as well, quickly tying on her shoes. “Then there’s no time to waste.” He announced, grabbing her hand the second she stood up right. The two bounded down the stairs, the girl giggling the whole way out the door.

            “Sherlock, the rain!” She warned, putting her hand over her head as if it would do anything. “Blast the rain,” He grinned back at her, rushing to an undisclosed location. She only laughed again, taking a breath when they stopped under an awning. They looked at each other, barely containing their laughter at seeing the other soaked to the bone. “When you said celebrate, I didn’t think you meant running in the rain.” She sassed, their hands still holding each other as she rocked on her toes. Neither seemed to notice, or they just didn’t seem to mind. She lifted her glasses to be perched on her head, unable to see with them anymore due to the rainwater on them. She looked at Sherlock sneakily, her grin turning into a soft smile. She’s never heard him laugh this much before. She exhaled, taking her glasses off her head. “Is this our destination? I’d like somewhere to dry my glasses if, at all, possible.” She lightly teased. He motioned her to the door. “Then by all means,” She grinned again, opening the door and held it open behind her for him to enter.

They were sat at a table within moments, chatting light-hearted until she decided to look at her menu. He was staring out at the rain again, she noticed, as she glanced over the menu. She knew it. It was a façade…She thought. She’s seen this type of behavior before from someone very different. She bit the inside of her cheek, putting the menu down. “Sherlock?” She asked quietly. “Mm.” He hummed, lifting his chin from his hand again to look at her. “You don’t…have to act like everything is okay around me, you know? You can tell me if something is wrong.” She offered, closing her menu. He only stared at her, seemingly at a loss for words. She crossed her arms, leaning against them on the table as she awaited his answer. After a few short seconds of him staring at her, she motioned at him with her shoulders. “That means…you can express your problems with me. We’re friends after all.” She offered. She saw a flash of an unreadable emotion pass his eyes.

He exhaled, the sound almost like a scoff from his nose. “Friends, are we?” He asked distastefully. She sat back at his reaction, suddenly feeling uneasy, hurt. “Well…yeah…at least I thought we were.” She mumbled, not so sure anymore. Did he dislike her that much? She thought they got along great! She even thought…maybe…maybe he liked her. The way she liked him. He rolled his eyes, standing so fast the chair squealed on the floor. She just looked up at him, unable to tell what she should do to ease the situation. He adjusted his coat, not looking at her. “The rain has eased up. We should go while it’s still a drizzle.” And without another word, he walked to the exit. She rushed putting her coat on, haphazardly standing from the table at the same time. She went to catch up, seeing him walk by the window as she finally got her arm through the second sleeve. She felt dejected, her arm slowly coming close to her body. She was speed walking to catch up to him, thanking and apologizing to the owner at the same time as she hurried out after him.

“Sherlock!” She called, her pace speeding up to a jog to even catch up to the man. Who, she may add, didn’t stop or even slow down to wait for her. “What was that about?” She asked, a bit winded due to a misstep a few feet before. “All I said was you could talk to me!” She pleaded, not understanding what she did wrong. She didn’t pay attention to where they were going, so when he suddenly stopped but she kept walking, she wasn’t expecting him to yank on her arm to pull her back. He had prevented her from walking into oncoming traffic. “Are you daft?!” He shouted. She pulled her arm free of his grasp, holding the spot he was previously gripping as she looked at the onslaught of cars moving due to the changed traffic light. “No!” “Clearly. Someone clever would obviously walk into oncoming traffic.” He bristled sarcastically, irritated and short. He was acting as if he was above her again, sitting on his high horse looking down at her. “Then fucking answer me instead of walking off! What did I even do wrong, Sherlock?? You just up and left. I thought-” “What did you think, Y/N? Please, enlighten me. You thought I was having fun? That my mood would suddenly change just because you wanted it to?” He demanded, stepping closer to her, his hands in his pockets with hunched shoulders and a cold look in his eye. She stepped back with each step he took to her. “N-No,” She stammered, wanting to speak but finding her tongue heavy. It’s not like Sherlock would let her get a word in anyway. “Or maybe, you came to your own conclusion once again that you could somehow help me?! Not everyone needs the nauseating amount of empathy you reserve. Especially not me.” She blinked up at him, feeling her eyes begin to sting. He suddenly pushed past her, his arm bumping into her shoulder as he walked the crosswalk. Her legs followed before she thought anything of it. She had to cross either way. The rain began to come down harder, no longer a drizzle but a steady flow. “I wasn’t being empathetic – I just wanted to help!” she called over the rain. He scoffed aloud this time, turning to face her. “God, you really are an idiot, aren’t you?” He spat. She retracted her arms to herself. “I-” “Why not waste your time on your boyfriend?” Her offense and hurt had paused. Now she was just…confused.

“Boyfriend?” She repeated. “I don’t have a boyfriend.” She told him, wondering where he could’ve gotten such a crazy assumption. “Oh, don’t play coy. I heard you on the phone. Going on and on about a brilliant man with such pretty eyes,” He repeated in a high pitched voice to mock her. She continued to stare in confusion until it hit her. Oh…She put her hand over her mouth to hide how her jaw dropped. Oh my God…he heard me talking about him. He lifted his chin, huffing through his nose. “Precisely.” He turned to keep walking but she grabbed onto the back of his coat. “Sherlock, I wasn’t-” “Let. Go.” He spoke scarily calm. She didn’t. If anything her grip on his coat tightened. She breathed a single chuckle, catching his attention. He glanced over his shoulder, unable to fight the curiosity as her chuckle grew into a laugh. He glared. “Laughing in my face and mocking me is hardly-” “Sherlock you’re such an idiot.” She laughed, finally letting go of his coat to hold her stomach from laughing so hard. He turned to her fully, offended like a child. She was laughing. Laughing. At him.

But the fact she called him an idiot…perplexed him. It caught him off guard since he was never called that except by John and occasionally Gary. “What? What’s so funny?” He demanded. She finally stood up right, pushing her glasses atop her head once more. “Sherlock, I don’t have a boyfriend.” She giggled. “Regardless, the man you spoke of is clearly a priority to you. Go cause him trouble.” “Sherlock the man I was talking about was you!” She confessed, having to shout since a car drove by at the same time. He froze again. Staring at her. He couldn’t have heard her right. “Come again?” He mumbled, taking a step closer. She also took a single step closer to him, looking at the ground this time. “Sherlock…I like you. The man you heard me basically gushing over? It was you. It’s always been you.” She confessed, her nerves catching up to her finally as she refused to meet his eyes.

The rain was coming down in buckets, but neither cared. The roads and sidewalks were empty now, save for the two of them. “I…” He started, but couldn’t find the words. The only sound for a few seconds was the rain, and to each individual, their heartbeat. “I thought…a man like me doesn’t do emotions. Relationships. I thought that may haps I misread the situation we found ourselves in.” He confessed, his voice smaller now like he’d been caught. She snorted lightly, finally able to lift her gaze to his own. “From those things you said, I could tell. Is this why you’ve been in such a mood? Because you thought I found a boyfriend?” She couldn’t help but ask. Despite the rain, she could see how his cheeks grew warm. He looked to the side, squinting now due to the rain coming down so hard. Both were soaked anyway, and this conversation was too important to just drop and run off. “Oh my God, it was.” “I’m a very complicated man!” “And I’m a patient woman!” She countered. He looked at her at that. “Oh please, I’ve seen how you rush around.” He jabbed, but both knew it was a tease.

She took another step closer, reaching out with a shaking hand to gently hold one of his. He turned his hand so his palm was facing up to help her steady her hand. And to feel her pulse. She swallowed thickly, her throat dry. “I was wondering why you were so upset with me. I thought I did something wrong. I thought I was misreading everything after what you said in the restaurant. I know you’re a complicated man, Sherlock, but I can’t find myself to care. All I can think about…is you.” She confessed. She was blushing now, that much was obvious to any passerby (if there were any, that is), so she knew Sherlock could see it too.

 “I’m dangerous-” “Well then it seems I have a type.” She shot back, not even knowing where that came from. It was almost a knee-jerk reaction. He sighed, squeezing her hand. “Are you sure you want to do this? Be with me?” He asked, his voice quieter than before but still loud enough to be heard over the rain. “Only if you like me back.” She answered. “Be kind of awkward if you didn’t.” She lightly teased despite the seriousness of the situation. He cracked a grin, looking down at their hands. He finally looked back up to her. “Well, I can’t say I like you necessarily, but the affection is there.” He joked back, making her grin too.

“So? What’s the verdict detective?” She jested, rocking onto her toes. He took the moment to cup her cheek with his free hand and pull her in for a kiss. She was caught so off guard she actually made a noise. She damn near fell back when she rested flat footed again, eyes wide at his action. He pulled back at her reaction, concerned he read the entire thing wrong again and made a horrible mistake. That was, until she grabbed him by the back of his neck with both hands to crash their lips together once more. It was his turn to be surprised, but soon both relaxed into the kiss, sighing in relief and living in the moment. She had the off-handed thought that his felt like a scene from a book or a movie. When they broke apart, both catching their breath, he grinned at her. “Does that answer your inquiry?” He pushed a piece of soaking hair behind her ear making her giggle. “Yeah, I can be satisfied with that.”

[thisonelikesaliens]

jt620123 ig 05.20.24

writer/producer of the show posted a 520 (i love you) special that was pure domestic fluff with Qian and Yuan babysitting their niece. big disclaimer again, not a writer but tried my best to translate the joy i got from this piece and hoped i managed to spread some of that joy to this fandom

Not yet a year old, here Xiao Xiao Bao was again at her uncles' place. Xiao Bao had become a fairly well-known celebrity in the Asian entertainment world, and San Pang would be following her whenever she had to travel for work, which meant her brothers were on for babysitting duty.

Wei Qian never thought his sister's career would take off after getting married and having a child. These days, not many female celebrities would so openly talk about their partners and children, and perhaps it was exactly because of the way Xiao Bao set herself apart from the industry norms that she garnered so much support.

Wei Qian put down the magazine after reading the exclusive interview of Xiao Bao and her family (that he noted did not include her brothers). He picked up Xiao Xiao Bao who was happily entertaining herself and complained to her about her mom.

"That interview about your mom's family should've included your uncles, right? We're way more good-looking than your dad! Here, let me see…it's a good thing you look like your mom instead of your dad."

As if to show that she did not appreciate the disrespect towards her parents, Xiao Xiao Bao began to cry.

Wei Qian tried to pacify her but her cries became louder, so he picked her up and went to prepare formula, but Xiao Xiao Bao was still crying and wouldn't take the bottle.

Utterly defeated, Wei Qian had to ask for help.

"XIAO YUAN, HOW MUCH LONGER IS YOUR CONFERENCE CALL?"

Wei Qian put the bottle on the table and decided to check Xiao Xiao Bao's diaper.

"Sorry, give me a moment. I'll call you back soon." Wei Zhi Yuan ended his call and came downstairs.

As soon as Wei Zhi Yuan appeared, Wei Qian passed a still wailing Xiao Xiao Bao over to him.

"She's not taking the bottle, I think she needs a diaper change."

Yuan checked the time, checked the diaper, then picked up the bottle to check the temperature.

"It's too hot, run it under cold water for 30 seconds." Wei Zhi Yuan instructed as he handed the bottle to Wei Qian.

Wei Qian took the bottle and went into the kitchen, grumbling under his breath about the trials and tribulations of babysitting.

Wei Zhi Yuan sat down with Xiao Xiao Bao on his lap, wiped her tears and rocked her back and forth while humming. Xiao Xiao Bao's cries turned to sniffling and eventually stopped completely, then she grabbed Wei Zhi Yuan's finger and started to put it in her mouth.

"I'm so sorry, your little uncle lost track of time, you must be hungry! Don't be mad at your aunt, he can't even take care of himself…"

"Who did you call 'aunt'?" Wei Qian said menacingly while thrusting the bottle in Yuan's face. Realizing his mistake, Yuan took the bottle and corrected, "I'm the little uncle in charge of changing diapers~you're the best BIG UNCLE in the world in charge of feeding her~"

Pacified, Wei Qian sat down next to Wei Zhi Yuan and watched him feed their niece.

"I fed Xiao Bao like this when I was a kid too, and now I can't believe I'm watching you feed her and San Pang's daughter…"

That made Wei Zhi Yuan chuckle. Wei Qian yawned, then leaned on Yuan's arm, playing absently with Xiao Xiao Bao's little feet.

After Xiao Xiao Bao finished the bottle, Wei Zhi Yuan leaned forward to put the bottle back on the table and noticed that Wei Qian had already fallen asleep, his head sliding down and nesting comfortably on his lap.

Wei Zhi Yuan burped Xiao Xiao Bao while watching Wei Qian fondly, then bent down to press a kiss on Wei Qian's forehead.

"No matter who you are, from now on we will never be apart as long as we live."

[rogue-durin-16]

Joe's pov of his night with Lorna when?? 🙄

You know what? Okay.

HEAD-TO-HEAD (drabble)

Head-to-head: @derersketnoget @ladystardustfromarss @lanadelray1989 @chanshugsaretherapy @hoddystark @sxalbatf @aliciax3 @jetjuliette @luvrottt @fromjupitertocentauri

Band Of Brothers: @fernando-jpg @chubbypotatoepie @tvserie-s-world @clumsy-wonderland @lordndsaviorwinters @lanadelray1989 @chanshugsaretherapy @hoddystark

Permanent taglist: @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @comfort-reads

Warnings: ALICIA DON'T LOOK. Smut, language

A/N: ig we're putting this one between part XI and part XII.

Head-to-Head masterlist

The night before the jump, Aldbourne was uncharacteristically loud for a small English village. Soft lamplights, laughs spilling out of a pub, boots scuffing against cobblestones. I wasn't drunk, but I wanted to be.

Lorna's voice was smooth, lilting —different from Y/n's, but not by much. That was a bad fucking sign, wasn't it?

She was leaning against the low brick wall outside her billeting, her flight jacket slipping off one shoulder. She'd be off in her Spitfire by dawn.

I had said something that made her laugh a few minutes ago, but I couldn't remember what. Didn't matter.

"So?" she asked, tilting her chin up. "You coming in, or just here to look pretty under the moonlight?"

I smirked, because God, this was easy. "Depends. You only like pretty boys?"

Lorna rolled her eyes, but she smiled as she turned for the door. I followed.

Her billet smelled like perfume and old wood. The kind of place a woman lived, not just stayed in. She pulled off her jacket, revealing the soft curve of her shoulders, the line of her neck. Her hair was different, but the way it caught the dim light—there, for just a second, it looked familiar.

A sharp, ugly thing curled in my stomach.

Lorna took a step closer, fingers ghosting over the front of my jacket. "You're thinking too much."

"No, I'm not."

I kissed her before she could say otherwise. What the fuck else was I supposed to do?

She reciprocated it, open-mouthed, peeling off my jacket. Playful. Loose. Easy. I let myself get lost in it.

She was good at this, knew how to tease, how to make it a game. I played along, hands on her waist, mouth against her neck, grinning when she gasped at the scrape of teeth. The room was dim, the bed creaked under us when I lay her down on it. I liked the way she arched up, the way she didn't ask for anything I wasn't willing to give.

Nothing serious. Nothing complicated.

Lorna tipped her head back, giggling when I flipped us over. "Christ, you Yanks." she teased, breathless, tugging my tags like she was trying to figure out what they meant.

I smirked, propping myself onto my elbows beneath her. "That a complaint?"

"Not at all." She ran a finger down my chest, lips quirking. "Wasn't expecting you to be so much fun, though."

Fun. That was the whole point. Don't forget that.

I let my fingers trail up her thigh, leaning in to catch her mouth again. She tasted like whiskey and sugar, and I let myself enjoy it, let the heat of it settle under my skin.

Because this was simple. Because we'd both be deployed in a few hours. Because we wouldn't see each other again. Because she didn't make me feel like I was banging my head against a fucking wall.

I liked the way she laughed into my mouth. I liked the way her breath hitched when I slid my hands over her bare skin, between her legs, into her panties. I liked the way she moaned my name.

And I knew why I liked it.

I just didn't fucking think about it.

So I just pushed through, kept going, made sure Lorna's gasps and mewls were louder than anything else. Faster. Harder. Further. Gripping. Biting. She took it all and gave it back.

Her skin felt good against mine when I sat up; smooth, soft. Her nails felt good, too; the red trails of pain on my back, the crescent moons digging into my skin when I sank into her.

Lorna rocked against me, slow and steady, her hands skimming over my shoulders, my chest. She kissed me again, a little sloppier now, drunk on the heat between us, and I let my fall back, eyes shut.

Her hands tangled in my hair, tugging just enough to make my breath hitch, and I let out a low chuckle against her neck. Just a good time. Just a distraction. Just a way to kill the hours before the jump, before everything went to hell again.

I didn't want to think. Didn't want to see her face in my head. Didn't want to hear her voice, that sharp, knowing way she said my name. But I did.

It slipped in, uninvited, tucked somewhere between a sharp inhale and the press of Lorna's hips against mine. My breath stuttered. My grip on her waist tightened. The warmth of her skin, the weight of her in my lap—just for a second, it was all wrong.

"Fuck—" My lips parted, exhale shaky against the crook of her neck.

Y/n.

I swallowed it down at the last second, bit down hard on the inside of my cheek. Close. Too close.

Lorna didn't seem to notice, lost in her own haze, pressing lazy kisses along my jaw. "You all right?" she murmured, fingers curling around the chain of my tags.

"Yeah," I muttered, breathless. "Fine."

She pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, a half smile playing at her lips. "You sure?"

"Yeah. Fuck." Liar. I forced a smirk, trapping her into a kiss. Shut up. "Just keep goin', sweetheart."

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Y'know what? Fuck it (gives u guys a list of poc artists to listen to cause the white ppl on the music side of tumblr have been embarassing me)

List is under the cut, and warning bc I made it very long

Rock:

Los Abuelos De La Nada

Gesu No Kiwami Otobe

Chuck Berry

Ben E. King

Los Prisoneros

Ahmed Fakroun (ok this one's french art rock but in my book it still counts)

Burnout Syndromes (been fucking w them since I got into Haikyuu lmao)

Infinity Song (their hater song genuinely gets me every time LMAO)

People in the Box

N.E.R.D (my god if u don't know them.. idk dude my brother has been obsessed w them for forever so i just was not getting away regardless lol)

Punk/Punk Rock (& other punk subgenres):

Nova Twins (u must listen to them it's just the way it's gotta be guys)

Rina Sawayama (her hatred of Matty Healy is so attractive. i cannot believe i found her two years ago cause i still remember i would not shut up when i first heard her music it was so good)

BABYMETAL (the way their band name just straight up screams at people gets me every time lmaooo)

Indie:

The Younger Lovers

Mashrou Leila

Stella Jang

Shak SYrn (Jenni is on repeat in my room at any given moment)

Steve Lacy (if u listen to more than just Bad Habit u will find an actuall amazing discography)

Jenny Nuo (i have been OBSESSED w her music since like 2021 ish and it is a crime she hasn't blown up more imo)

Nujabes

Hemlocke Springs (oooo i hate that she does not get more love!!! synth pop and alt indie is such a fun niche like!!!)

Lyn Lapid (in my head she's huge but i have recently learned that artists i think r super popular may be unknown to an entire genre of ppl soo)

Megagonefree (found them on ig and omg!! PLS go check them out genuinely)

boa (i am once again shaming u if u don't know them)

Wallice

JAZZ (in all caps bc I fucking LOVE jazz no it's not dead go listen to jazz rn motherfuckers):

Idris Muhammad

Esperanza Spalding

Joanna Wang (ok she does pop and folk music too but idk she felt most appropriate here)

SAMARA JOY (put. some. respect. on. her. name. i would actually go to war for her i am not kidding. also this is in all caps bc MY MOM GOT TO SEE HER LIVE??? AND SHE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHO SHE WAS PLS I WAS SO MAD OMGGG but i've been promised tickets next time so we're good)

Sade (my og one and only)

Funk:

Fadoul

George Clinton (i mean he's just a classic yknow)

Parliament (Give Up the Funk can make me dance like no other i swear)

Stevie Wonder (i mean.. like if we're on the topic of classics anyway then...)

Michael Jackson/The Jackson 5 (moreso his earlier stuff if my memory isn't lying to me.. look it's been a second since i listened to mj IM SORRY i am a busy person ok TT)

R&B:

Valerie June

Maxine Nightingale (if u don't listen to her... how do u have fun? actual question i put her on every time i need to feel happy atp)

Boney. M (technically they're reggae but they also count as R&B so idk.. i'm just putting them here if anyone wants me to move them later i will)

Amahla (Ca Suffit was so good and got me to check out the rest of her music, YOU SHOULD TOO!!)

Mary J Blige (not to judge but like... if u don't know THE queen then idk how to help you tbh)

SZA (wouldn't be a list without her in it tbh. i'm in love w her not even joking abt that)

Kali Uchis (to this day i cannot believe i saw her live i'm truly never getting a better moment than that omggg i have such a big crush on her anyway)

Aupinard (if ever u need to just vibe, this is the man u go to.)

Wejdene (TU PARLES AVEC UNE ANISSA MA MOI J'APPELLE WEJDENE- she's been my day 1 since i was like thirteen i can't even lie)

Annisse (just found out she only has like ~500 listeners on spotify??? apparently i'm one of them tho lmao so yeah go get that number up guys i love her too much for this disrespect)

Sister Sledge

Cheryl Lynn

Reggae:

Daddy Yankee (he's an honourable mention cause i couldn't not lmao)

Skindred (they're a reggae/metal fusion band and i will shut up abt them when i'm dead bc Nobody rewired my brain chemistry!!)

Manu Chao

Toquinho (i was so convinced this man was bossa nova but apparently he is reggae and i need to do some music theory review)

Folk:

Sushi Soucy (oh the things I Deserve to Bleed had me going thru in 2020/2021)

Miriam Makeba (Pata Pata should be enough to get anyone listening to her, just saying)

Lead Belly (do urself a favour and do some research on this man, i'm not kidding even if u don't like folk music u should know abt him- ESPECIALLY if u like Nirvana that'll make sense later trust)

Pop:

Corinne Bailey Rae (she has so much good music that gets ignored bc of Put Your Records On so.. yeah go listen to Black Rainbows she's only gotten better as time goes on lol)

Dru (he is for any person who likes ke$ha. i'm so serious he is early 2000s in a bottle and i love his music ur rlly missing out if u ignore him)

Monique Hasbun (found her recently! she's a Palestinian, Mexican and Salvadorian artist who plays around with Latin pop and does a lot of fusion music. she's dope go listen to her fr)

Mohammad Assaf (he made the Palestine song that's been going around ig a lot, but his other stuff is great as well. he's another Palestinian artist, so once again, go check him out!!)

Pinkpanthress (i LOVE her she's so much fun to just vibe to and idk how anyone couldn't have heard of her atp but then again this is the sight that didn't know who drake was so... sigh. go listen to her if u don't already!!)

Aliyah's Interlude (BROOO if u haven't heard of her actually go listen rn i'm so serious she is so good i can'ttttt ok bye)

Veondre (had a collab w Aliyah on It Girl and is gonna be releasing her own music very soon! she's trans too so go give her some love)

Shalco (wasn't sure whether to put him here or in hip hop, but his stuff is very very good either way)

Ado (she's j-pop but it's a form of pop so into the pop category she goes)

Moon (she's got two songs out rn, Moonlight and Seoul City Drift, and both r going on loop in my head at all times)

Jay Chou (call me a basic bitch idc he's good ok)

Atarashii Gakko! (i wouldn't say they're j-pop, but google did, so i'm just going w it lol)

flowerovlove (just trust me on this one)

El Tio Gamboin (Los Gatitos is such a cute song)

Grace Chang (see note for Jay Chou)

King Gnu (for all my j-pop lovers... come get ur man)

Salsa:

Lalo Rodriguez (included this genre specifically so i could mention him)

Adalberto Santiago

Roberto Roena (he's a classic i can't lie)

Hector Lavoe (i think he might be the most popular one in this genre lol)

City Pop (this is its own genre bc i literally did a presentation in high school abt it and i'll be damned if i don't flex my knowledge now):

Mariya Takeuchi

Miki Matsubara (my QUEEN my everything my-)

Anri

Taeko Onuki (one of my most listened to artists last yr for a Reason)

Kaoru Akimoto

Kingo Hamada

Jun Togawa

Bossa Nova:

Joao Gilberto (ooo he gets me every time i fucking love this man)

Elizeth Cardoso

Johnny Alf (forgot this man the first time around my bad BUT he's called the father of bossa nova for a reason so)

Hip Hop:

Flyana Boss (they're sooooo good i actually can't gush enough i have never felt so girlypop listening to music before go listen to them!! found the duo through ig so yeah if u want go follow them on there too to show support)

Lil Uzi Vert (for any emo lovers, go check out his song Werewolf with Bring Me the Horizon it is SO GOOD)

Samyra (she's slowly curing my body dysmorphia lol)

Yame (there's an accent on the e but idk how to do that on tumblr. anyway my ass loves french rap and before him i was stuck with klub des loosers so he saved my faith in the genre i can't even lie)

Lay Bankz (u cannot be chronically online and not have heard Ick yet, but i'm repping her regardless bc SHE'S SO GOOD)

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie (HEAR ME OUT-)

Kaliii (Area Codes was one of my most listened to songs last year... as it should be tbh)

Miguel (he does R&B too i just first listened to him bc of his collab w J.Cole sooo)

Tyler the Creator (putting him on here just to brag abt getting to see him in concert lmao)

XXXTentacion (he has been mourned and talked abt an insane amount, but he deserves it i'm not even gonna joke on this one. his artistry is insane and he deserves some love if u haven't listened to him yet)

Kendrick Lamar (i mean i've been reblogging stuff abt him enough. Mr. Morale was actually the album that made me start Listening listening to him and i'm honestly glad it was bc that album is still my favourite to this day if i'm being totally honest)

Renaissauce (criminally and i do mean CRIMINALLY underrated)

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[📝ENG TRANSLATION] We spent a day with the band Joker Out with whom we talked about everything (including the new album)

Original article written by Tijana Čvorak for Vogue Adria, published 15.11.2024. English translation by IG marija_rocen, review by IG irenalemajic, @moonlvster, proofread by IG Gboleyn123.

Full article under the cut 👇

(Ph: Primož Lukežić)

It's Friday, late in the morning, my colleague Tesa and I met up at the agreed place, in the middle of the industrial zone. On one side there was a parking lot, and on the other an industrial hall and office buildings, a self-service laundromat, a small bar... And a blue metal door. Behind the door is the charming, cozy music studio of the band Joker Out, full of instruments, books and character. When we entered, a friendly voice greeted us from above, and when we looked up, we saw a smiling Jure Maček, the band's drummer, in the gallery.

We climbed the stairs to a platform with a fence, which was obviously the production chill corner of this studio. There were two sofas, a Biedermeier-style wooden table, which surely once graced a bourgeois living room from the 80s, and on the other side there was a table with a computer, an impressive screen and a small mixer. Delighted by the atmosphere and appearance of the studio, we learned from Jure that we're standing in a former garage and that, in addition to musical talent, he also has carpentry skills - because the wooden interior of the studio is actually the work of his hands.

(Ph: Mark Pirc)

Whether you're from this region or not, the media attention that Joker Out has been getting since performing at the Eurovision Song Contest has been hard to ignore. Since 2016, when they formed the band as teenagers, they have won several 'Zlata piščal' ('Golden Whistle') awards in the Artist and Newcomers categories and were nominated for a MAC Award for Best Regional Ex-Yu Rock Band. Their hit 'Carpe Diem' has a more than impressive 23 million streams on Spotify and is the third most popular Eurovision song. I remember when they performed in my town last summer, just a few hundred metres from my house, so I could listen to them with a glass of wine on the terrace. Even though I wasn't standing in front of the stage, I could feel the contagious energy they were spreading, and the singing and cheers of the audience seemed even louder and filled with euphoria.

While I was preparing for the interview, I found out that Joker Out are also popular beyond the borders of our region - at concerts abroad, the audience sings songs with them in the Slovenian language. Furthermore, I discovered that the release of their new music video for the song 'Bluza' was scheduled on the day of our interview. "Yes, exactly," Jure confirmed to me, "let's wait for the others, then we'll watch it together." Soon the other members of the band arrived, some visibly disheveled and sleepless, because the editing of the video lasted until late at night. By the time we all impatiently looked at the monitor, waiting for the new video to be displayed, it had already collected 6,000 views in just a few hours, while the song 'Bluza', since it was released on streaming services, had already reached more than half a million streams. 'Bluza' is one of the singles from the new album 'Souvenir Pop', which is being released today and it represents a sort of a musical diary of the past year and a half of their lives, from the performance at the Eurovision Song Contest onwards.

"The inspiration for the album were the events from the tour, love stories, even global geopolitical topics," laughs Bojan. "All the reflections and deliberations that happened to us in the past year and a half." They say that the new album differs from the previous ones primarily due to the fact that it's sonically much more diverse and richer with instruments.

"Apart from those usual clichés - the whole album is more mature, we've developed the sound and so on - with this album we didn't strictly stick to our own instruments, but rather experimented and explored with different instruments", Kris Guštin, the band's guitarist describes for us. On this album, for the first time, they recorded about half of the songs with Jan on keyboards. "And the lyrics are darker this time, more gloomy than on 'Demoni', so we went one step further there as well." Bojan adds that on this album, for the first time, they recorded songs written in three languages ​​- Slovenian, English and Serbian.

(Ph: Vita Orehek)

We asked him if he could single out any advantages or differences in writing songs in different languages, and he tells us that the language of a song is often dictated by the inspiration itself. "The story already comes with its own language and I don't like changing the songs just because they should be in another language. I don't want to adapt or distort the story as it is." He also discovered that he has different attitudes towards himself in different languages. For example, in Serbian, he says, he can be the most honest when he writes about love, while for the song 'Everybody's Waiting' in English, it's easier for him to be open and honest with himself about unpleasant feelings. On the other hand, it's most natural for him to talk about world and political topics in Slovenian.

The process of creating the album was described to us by bassist Nace Jordan: "The album actually started with the Eurovision song 'Carpe Diem', and after Eurovision and the tour, we moved to London for two months in January this year, looking for new inspiration for the future album. After the tour finished, we spent six weeks in two studios and finished the album with our producer Žarko Pak." Kris, for example, is most looking forward to performing the eighth song from the album 'Mesto duhov' ('City of Ghosts'), because the song contains many unpredictable moments. "I can't wait to hear it and perform it live on stage and see the reactions of the audience who will see it for the first time," he says. "Wow. I haven't even thought about that", Bojan comments. "I have," Nace and Kris answer in unison. We asked them what exactly they thought. "The song is actually a kind of psychosis, where the lyrical subject jumps from a very aggressive and melancholic state to a pompous, almost post-mortem atmosphere," explains Kris. "It seems almost like a funeral song that constantly jumps between the stanza and the chorus, changing the sound image, the tempo, the atmosphere, and, in fact, the whole attitude of the song."

"Not only is it fun to play, but it will also be challenging to practise." When asked which song gave them the most problems, they all unanimously agreed: 'Šta bih ja'. "It's a song that requires a precise fit of all elements, otherwise the song simply doesn't work," Bojan explains. "We couldn't find the formula to arrange all the elements correctly and we were searching for a solution for a long time." "We recorded it more than 130 times", Nace adds. "We're still not sure if it's a slow or dance song," adds Kris, and the guys laugh in agreement. "One or two attempts are usually enough for us - just right", Bojan concludes.

(Ph: Vita Orehek)

When asked about how they developed and changed as artists over time, Bojan smiled and immediately handed the microphone to Jan Peteh: "You can start, keyboard player." Jan, the band's guitarist, continued and explained how, during the recording of one of the songs from the album, 'Everybody's Waiting', they found themselves at a standstill with the arrangement, unsure in which direction they should proceed. But thanks to Žarko's solution, everything fell into place. Jure improvised on the drums on the verse "What a wonderful life", and Jan complemented him by playing electric keyboards. "We connected a Rhodes keyboard to the amplifier and since then, in fact, I've been playing both keyboards and synthesizers in our songs," Jan concludes. "Don't be so modest", Bojan adds and continues: "Actually, it was discovered completely by chance that Jan is also extremely talented on keyboards, which delighted us all. Even our producer Žare was impressed by Jan's approach to playing an electric keyboard, which doesn't happen often. Jan proved to be a great instrumentalist.”

If they could choose with whom to have their dream-collab musical collaboration, with any musician, living or dead, from our region or beyond, Jure would choose Dire Straits. The boys exchanged glances and agreed to choose a band together. At Nace's "Ready, set, go", they say "Buč Kesidi" in unison. "It would be great if we could collaborate with them," adds Kris. And I have to admit that I agree - that would certainly be their dream musical collaboration.

Since we learned all about their plans for the future, we were interested in what they remembered from the past. For example, memories of the craziest concerts that will remain in their memory forever. Jure recalls their performance at Belgrade Beer Festival. Before that, they had already visited Serbia, "but this was the first time after the performance at the Eurovision Song Contest. Even before we went on stage, we heard the crowd chanting "Joker Out" behind us. I couldn't believe what was happening. I think it was one of the best concerts.” Jan continues and highlights the Ruisrock festival in Finland and the Summer Well festival in Romania. "At both of them, we were also greeted with loud chants by an audience of approximately 8,000 people," he tells us, while the other band members nod their heads in confirmation. Kris also adds the performance at Exit festival in Novi Sad and recalls the feeling while watching the footage of that concert: "It's a particularly strange feeling when you see that endless sea of ​​people, which you're not even aware of while you're on stage." "Yes." Jure agrees, "Some concerts really knock you off your feet. That was one of those." Bojan recalls another one: "For me, it was crazy at Wkrwglca in Sežana." The others join in laughing. They start listing who they were performing with that night. "MRFY, VAZZ live, Jet Black Diamonds... there were several Slovenian performers who we met again and the audience was really warm", Bojan recalls. "I felt like I was at one of those nostalgic college parties from the 80s that our parents used to tell us about."

(Photo: Vita Orehek)

We finally got to the topic of fans, and as soon as we asked if they could share any interesting or crazy fan-related stories with us, the guys went quiet and thoughtful. "People ask this all the time, and we still don't have the right answer," Kris notes, which prompts laughter from the others. We learn that they're always met by fans at the airport in Finland, where they have quite a large fanbase, and how much that means to them. Then, completely casually, they mentioned the voodoo dolls they had received as gifts. Tesa and I just looked at each other, we had to find out more. "They made dolls of all the band members in our Eurovision outfits. We actually got them twice, but they were only presented as voodoo dolls the first time," Kris explains with a laugh. Some band members still keep their dolls safe at home, while Kris, for example, doesn't even know where his is.

While they tell us about events from the concerts, like the one where Bojan's jacket was stolen or where they had a backstage in the middle of the forest marked only by tape around the trees, Tesa and I wonder if there is anything that fans still don't know about the band. There's silence again, and I can almost see them jogging their memories with serious expressions. Then they remember - they don't like making music videos.

Namely, it always happens by chance that they shoot music videos in winter, and in rooms without heating. Or, let's say, the fact that Kris has a talent for finding trashy music, or as Bojan calls him - "the best music editor for trashy music". Surely even the most loyal fans don't know that if they were to choose a name now, it definitely wouldn't be Joker Out. Some members of the band don't like the name at all, and Kris adds that it calms him down that his father doesn't like his band's name either, so they almost comfort each other by listing bands they know have a similar story with the name. Speaking of the name of the band itself, we were interested in how the name Joker Out came about. Kris starts the story and explains that it all started in a group chat where everyone actually met, and of course, at some point, like every band, they needed a name. Someone suggested the word "Joker". Since that word was not enough, they also added "Out". The proposal received three likes and the name stuck. Bojan continues: "I remember we were thinking then - if Ota Roš says our name in Pop In and if it sounds good, then it's the right name."

(Photo: Vita Orehek)

Through talking and evoking memories, we've gone way back, to the time before Joker Out was created. At the age of eleven, Bojan was in his first band called No Name, which lasted only a few weeks and played only one song, 'Tears in Heaven'. After that, he was in the band Apokalipsa, which disbanded when, as he says, he "stole" Jan and Nace¹ from other bands, and that's how Joker Out was born.

¹There has been a mistake in the original article. This should say: “Bojan "stole" Jan and Kris from other bands”, not Nace as originally mentioned.

If they had to single out their favourite or most important moment in their entire career, Jan would choose their first concert at Cvetličarna, because it seemed to him that it was then that he felt the turning point in the band's recognition for the first time. It was their first big solo concert, two in a row, both sold out. "Even if we played at Madison Square Garden now, I don't know if it would be as big a step forward as it was then. I don't think I'll ever experience that kind of adrenaline again." Nace points out that the breakthrough moment for him was the concert in Dublin, when they performed abroad for the first time and the audience sang the lyrics along with them. Jure, on the other hand, says that he will never forget the moment of entering the Eurovision final, when everyone sat together on the couch and nervously waited for the result. There was only one spot left when they were announced as finalists and the name Joker Out appeared on the screen.

Kris concludes that he could hardly single out just one moment, because the whole of the year 2023, along with the experience of Eurovision and the European tour, was the best year of his life. Bojan follows up on Jan's words and says that the concert in Cvetličarna was also a turning point for him: "I have never felt such sincere and pure happiness as after that concert, when I cried continuously for at least 45 minutes. I simply broke down under the weight of all the emotions; all the people I love the most were there with me and then, maybe for the first and last time, I felt like the best thing in my life had just happened. Then I also announced a concert at Stožice, which really came true."

(Photo: Vita Orehek)

I can't help but try to imagine what they were like almost ten years ago when they formed the band, thinking about what they wanted to play and what messages their lyrics would convey. Whenever I have the chance to look at young people full of enthusiasm, who really love what they do, I root for them inside. And that is even more powerful when I see how much they have succeeded. There's no doubt that Joker Out have come a long way, and who knows, maybe a very difficult way to get to where they are today. They're currently the most popular Slovenian band, whose songs are sung by fans all over Europe, posting covers of their hits or interpretations of their songs in their own languages on TikTok. If there's anything left of those teenagers, it's the positive energy between them, mutual jokes, contagious laughter and sincere friendship.

Also, they've kept that modesty which you can feel when they talk about their successes and milestones in their careers and the respect they have for each other and for their work. At the same time, I can't help but imagine where else their musical path will take them. With their music and visual presence, they are undoubtedly the messengers of their generation, and the feeling that great milestones, successes and endeavors are ahead of them is almost palpable. Therefore, I can only congratulate the guys on all their achievements and the new album and wish them a big – Carpe Diem!

(Photo: Vita Orehek)

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jackhughes YES RUTGER ITS TO EARLY 🚫

lilybaileys Those cupcakes were delicious (happy v-day sexy)

stellahughes WERE?!?! THERES STILL SOME LEFT RIGHT?!?! (Happy v-day sexy)

lilybaileys hahah soo . . .

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_quinnhughes Happy Valentine’s sis, hope you have a great day, did you receive them yet?

stellahughes QUINN OMG I LOVE THEM 💐💐

username stoppp he got her flowers 😭

jackhughes the flowers I definitely sent you will be there tomorrow…haha problem with shipping yk?

stellahughes uh huh yeah ofc

lhughes_06 @/jackhughes they don’t ship flowers you idiot

jackhughes I don’t see you getting her flowers you snitch @/lhughes_06

stellahughes He got me chocolate and 3 books…

jackhughes oh!

nicohischier Happy valentines Estella ❣️

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username 3some please ?

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stellahughes Are you High ?

trevorzegras HIGH ON LOVE ☁️

colecaufield he’s lost his bf, broke his ankle…poor bud has gone delulu

trevorzegras YOUR WORDS DONT HURT ME @/colecaufield

stellahughes Poor bud . . . I love you too trev 🫶🏻

colecaufield still can’t believe you have a bf…

stellahughes still can’t believe ur still single…oh wait I can ☺️

colecaufield sassy girl apocalypse I see 😒…. Stay safe y’all

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username Hope you had a great day!!! 🩷

stellahughes Thank you lovely same to you!!! 💞

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stellahughes sorry babe I just couldn’t focus on anything but you 😔

rutgermcgroarty UM WTF GO AWAY MOLLY?!?!

edwards.73 YOU ARE MY CHURCH, YOU ARE MY PLACE OF WORSHIP

stellahughes I heard you’re the plug can I be the circuit?

edwards.73 Bestie where is the energy . . .

stellahughes WHEN I GOT COURT, I HOPE THAT YOU’RE THE VERDICT !!!!

edwards.73 NOW THATS MORE LIKE IT 😎

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username SHES SO PRETTY

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_quinnhughes who’s we???

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lhughes_06 3?

stellahughes HE MEANS OUR FAVORITE 3RD WHEEL

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markestapa pookie I love the glasses 🤠

stellahughes thanks I stole them from Ethan 👹

stellahughes STOP OMG THE SONG?!?! RUT ILYSM

stellahughes SOBS VIOLENTLY

stellahughes but why that picture baby? 😕

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edwards.73 now wait a minute… 🤓

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adamfantilli stells rockin the glasses ‼️

stellahughes Can’t spell iconic without me 😙

lhughes_06 I don’t think that’s how it works?

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username what does he even see in her? 😐

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📍 rutgermcgroarty it was a new personal best if I do say so myself

entersteller wanna celebrate the new pb? 😌

rutgermcgroarty I’ll get the camera

mollyannmcg NAHH WTF

lhughes_06 Nahh wtf is this

lhughes_06 No one wants to see this.

lhughes_06 DELETE PLEASE DELETE ❌

carmenbarlowe that’s my shade . . . did you take my lipstick 😐

lilybaileys I don’t think you want it back minns 😧

lilybaileys HEHEHE I WAS SO RIGHT 🤭

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luca.fantilli okay fridge I see you

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colecaufield STELLA UR LIKE 12 ????

markestapa pookie this is not the content I subscribed for 😦

edwards.73 the r necklace really pulls this all together…

_quinnhughes I am not buying you film anymore.

_quinnhughes really debating on why I accepted the follow for this account.

_quinnhughes stella please think before posting. Thanks.

jackhughes MY EYES WTF

jackhughes ESTELLA HUGHES

jackhughes ESTELLA HUGHES DELETE THIS RIGHT NOW ‼️

jackhughes 🤢🤢

jackhughes WHY IS SHE NOT RESPONDING ⁉️⁉️

colecaufield I don’t think you wanna know…

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_quinnhughes what the fuck @/trevorzegras

lhughes_06 what the fuck @/trevorzegras

colecaufield what the fuck @/trevorzegras

_alexturcotte what the fuck @/trevorzegras

tatemcrae me next 😩

entersteller just tell me the time and place 💋

jackhughes DONT IGNORE ME ESTELLA ‼️

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WICKED: FOR GOOD SPOILERS

Actually I take back any previous statements on Elphaba not being able to actually stay instead of leaving after Defying Gravity I made a repost thingy to recommend ideas for Fiyero for their (amazing) fanfic and I realized something Elphaba totally could've stayed, or at least didn't have to become a fugitive. It would probably only work if Elphaba could get away from the Wizard as fast as possible, and she wouldn't even need the Grimmerie (idk why I'm writing this like it's some get rich quick pyramid scheme ad lmfaoo)

Let me set the scene: Elphaba still runs away with the Grimmerie and Glinda follows, Elphaba (maybe) gets labelled as an enemy of the state, blah blah blah… Except this time Glinda manages to make a convincing enough case for why Elphie doesn't have to go. We've seen that not only can Munchkinland become a completely independent government body in less than a decade (which is probably really impressive), but it can go from being relatively relaxed to a full blown dictatorship. All under the iron fist of an Eminent Thropp which, with Frexspar having kicked the bucket from shame, and Nessarose only being second in line and wanting to continue her educational pursuits at Shiz, leaves a very open seat for Elphaba Thropp Third Descending (if we're taking inspo from the books). Hell, I bet Elphaba wouldn't even have to be labelled an enemy at first so her father can kick the bucket, the Thropp family is historically a matriarchal line. Considering the fact that Elphaba's mom was actually next in line to be Eminent Thropp (and Elphaba's father is most likely just a temporary place-holder until Elphaba is of age), Elphaba, now being a full-blown adult, has more claim to Eminent Thropp than Frexspar, even if he's the governor of Munchkinland. Elphaba, now being convinced (probably by Glinda's puppy dog eyes idk), pretends to give in. She lets the guards take her, puts on a good act and lets the Grimmerie go. Elphaba would pretend like she's willing to do whatever Morrible and the Wizard wants. Now Elphaba has the whole 'she's an enemy of the state' thing removed. OFC there is the problem with the whole 'ok now you have to live in the palace forever with your situationship'. but Elphaba can probably just claim she wants to remain at Shiz and continue training under Morrible, which gives her at the very least another two years at Shiz w/Glinda. She makes a few trips to Munchkinland w/ Nessarose or something to check on her father, take a break etc... All the while she's been plotting w/ Fiyero, another hard-hitting political figure (who for all intents and purposes is completely whipped for both Elphie and Glinda). Basically, she supersedes Frexspar (dead or alive idc he can go eat rocks) and takes full control over Munchkinland. Now, that's a really tight spot to be in for both Munchkinland AND the Wizard. Munchkinland is essentially a huge producer of food for (presumably) the entirety of Oz, and considering the fact that nobody eats meat for obvious reasons, Elphaba would hold a lot of power. If Elphaba, the new Eminent Thropp, and new leader of a now independent Munchkinland were to say, ally with the Prince of the Vinkus, that would mean that the Emerald City is lowkey surrounded. Ofc there's also the problem with the Vinkus and Munchkinland being on opposite ends of Oz, but whatever ig. I'm sure a few well placed threats of maybe becoming a dictatorship, forming a military alliance with Winkie Country, and halting any trade with the outside world would have a much higher chance of whipping the rest of Oz into agreeing to just let the Animals chill out. I'm sure even a week/month of all of Munchkinland striking would send the rest of Oz spiraling.

[sgiandubh]

It's all fake, anyway

Oh, my. The last two or three video snippets in Marina del Rey. The revolt. The pearl-clutching. The hate.

Again, you know nothing, Jon Snow. It's all about the medium being the message, again: carefully calibrated snippets of information, destined to a captive, deeply divided and (how can I put that without sounding offending, I wonder) unexperimented (yes, that's decent enough) audience.

During the last 24 hours, we've got the Marina del Rey gin promo & MPC teambuilding (hardly an orgy, btw) and C's MUA (or is it hairdresser? irrelevant) hinting on Instagram about a photoshoot at a gin distillery in a #beautifullocation, somewhere on Earth, presumably in Scotland - given her last IG follow. No further details, of course. Very probably a (late-) latergram, too, when she finally got the green light to publish it. Implying nothing, but leaving a boulevard bandwidth for people to infer whatever suits their own narrative. Expect FMN news soon? I highly doubt that and stand corrected: the last photoshoot (with McSideburns, in London) was on May 3rd, when she needed to somehow show the world the Two of Them were continents apart. Identical modus operandi. And always, always via tertiary players.

As for the Marina del Rey teambuilding, if you think that is 'S living his life' you are: a) living in a remote mountain/island area or under a rock; b) an impenitent Mordorian with an agenda to boot or c) incredibly incompetent with the way of the world (or at least, that world). Allow me to translate?

It is alcohol promo, duckies, disguised as teambuilding. The intended message is aimed at a younger, non-OL related audience (as I already warned you) and it roughly goes like this:

'we are a fun loving, no nonsense, start-up business in the spirits industry. Because we don't have a huge advertising budget, we're testing the waters with a cheap, reality-TV snippet to better evaluate the number of social media clicks and new followers and help gauge & calibrate the next step'.

Was it poorly executed? Yeah, you could say that, but then what to do, in a very restrictive, highly regulated tobacco & spirits advertising market, hum? Is it my cup of tea? I don't drink, therefore this type of message touches one ball without really moving the other.

Yes. Start-up business: if we take into account the COVID logistic delay, I believe we're still in that three-years frame. And this detail is essential in order to put context around a very forgettable snippet. Selling a brand-new, more democratic product. Selling it clumsily, in an effort to build relevance, because even bad advertising is, ultimately, good advertising. But make no mistake: it's nothing more than that and it is all they can do, in the current context.

This brings to mind another aspect of the charade, namely the fact that after the Remarkable Week-end (and with the exception of some carefully scripted 'slips'), released and available information progressively became (at least) two-tiered.

First tier: information carefully calibrated for immediate release and general consumption, primarily but not exclusively by the fandom. This includes: spirits shilling, innuendos galore, look-here-not-there latergrams. It also entails less direct interaction with the fans on socials and delegating the media management to secondary players (often called to the rescue, too).

Second tier: public information with a limited availability (you have to take the plunge and pay), for sleuths able and willing to go the extra mile. They paint a very different landscape. And draw two copycat timelines of people who are investing, buying and selling property and overall branching out of their primary source of income with a plan.

I am not a photo sleuth. But with a little bit of time on my hands, I am a decent paperwork analyst. Accounting is not my forte, but legal and business is. I saw what I needed to see and it holds.

So before you start screeching (bad idea, right?), remember this (credit given to @dillon7fan, thanks):

Not really: it is doctored make believe. Bless your heart, honest guy.

Next stop, Tehran. Yes, you read that correctly.

This evening or tomorrow, at the latest. Because context is everything and this fandom severely fails at this.

[laneynoir]

Heyyy :)

I was wondering if you could do “How long has it been since someone hugged you?” From the writing prompts, but with Y/n asking Legolas that? Cuz I thought that would be fitting ig.

I love youuu <33

I adore this idea! And of course, I've never tried to write a wedding scene before, so please don't shoot me (or do, that's your choice.)

"A month!" The cry of Gimli is met with an amused expression from the king. "Near an entire month yet you've kept us here, under no clear pretense! Only now to tell us that this elven lass is to be your bride?" Here does Gimli pause, looking to Arwen. "You are a lass? I thought Legolas was for the first week of our journy, your braids are so odd."

Laughter as soft and glowing as the stars flows from the Lady Undómiel. "Yes Lord Gimli, I seem to remember your father, Gloin, making the same mistake. Worry not though, you have not insulted me any more than you did my grandmother when you asked her favour."

"Well I for one," You break in before Gimli can start another speech on the grace of Galadriel. "Would like to be the first to offer you both congratulations. My heart sings that you should finaly be wed, I can think of no better a reward in peacetime for what you hace done for our world."

Legolas echoes your words. "Indeed, I can think of none more deserving of this union, prehaps Lord Elrond has finally decided you worthy of the sceptre of Annúminnas?" The jest is taken goodnaturedly by Aragorn, who responds with a false groan. However the comment perplexes the residant Hobbits, and it is Pippin who asks what on earth 'and you minnes' is.

A lovely smirk on her face, Arwen supplies. "When he was young, and first come to Imladrís, Aragorn was given the heirlooms of his house, save the Sceptre of Annúminnas which my father withheld until Aragorn should earn it. This supplied my brothers with a bet: for which could Aragorn earn first? Arwen or The 'shiney stick'? My father learned of this bet before, and with some vindictive pleasure enssured that Aragorn should gain both at once."

The laughter of the fellowship causes no embarrassment for the Man, he has eyes only for his beloved. "All true words, though I am afraid still that I will never truly earn your love, but I will spend the rest of my days trying."

After the others who are there offer their congradulations, Sam asks a question which has obviously been bothering him. "Begging you pardon, but who do you have making the cake? Strider hasn't introduced us to any of his family, and I was curious."

Aragorn frowns. "The... Cake? I suppose one of the cooks will provide a cake." Four gasps of horror, and one of laughter (from you) resound at the statement. "I beg your pardon, it seems we've reached a cultural differance yet again. Samwise, would you tell us of this tradition?"

Despite the faint blush on his cheeks, Sam agrees. "Cakes are very important at wedding sir! Why the very though of not having one is horrible. When a couple is joined in matrimony, the youger parent of the younger partner bakes the cake. At the wedding, the couple slices the cake which is colored on the inside, and if a bit of the blue is on the spoon, the first child will be a girl, if it's red, then the babe will be a boy."

Aragorn smiles kindly at the hobbit. "It would surly be a shame to skip such a delightful tradition, though my blood family no longer lives. If it is I would ask you to fill the task?"

Sam's face lights up in pride and delight. "It would be an honour, I promise that no pastry will ever rival the wedding cake of the first restored rulers of Gondor!"

~

The entire city seems to have accepted invitations for the wedding; people of all ages crowd around the the palace gardens (which, true to his word, Legolas has assisted in whiping into shape).Vines of deep greens creep down contrasting white stone arches, life on cold rock, hope in an empty place.

Aragorn stands under one such arch, dressed in royal garb that has caused at least two of his new subjects to swoon. His face shows nothing but calm content- at least on the surface. However to the eye of one who has traveled for high on a year with the man, and lived for his youth in Imladrís, you can see the stress in his eye.

Standing on the side of Aragorns honour guests, you send him what you hope is a comforting and encouraging smile. He inclines his head just the slightest amount, acknowledging you. His attention shifts rapidly however as a string of clear music flows from the hands of the twin elven minstrels.

As one, the congregation of men, elves, hobbits, a wizard, and dwarves alike turn to the opening in the garden wall that separates the high garden feom the battlements.

Framed against the ivy, the light of early dusk adds an ethereal effect to the Evenstar; Arwen. The dress she wears is simple at first glance, a simple white gown with green trimmings. The waves of fabric seem to float around her; her steps are so light they seem nonexistent, she takes Aragorn's hand after steping onto the slightly raised platform.

The ceremony is short, but breathtakingly beautiful. A satin cloth so pure it glows is wrapped around the Royal couple's hands. Eyes locked on the other, they resite there vows, words so heartfelt that very few eye stay dry, and when they seal the union with a passionate kiss that has a watery-eyed Elrond grimacing, the applause is deafening.

Your hands sting with how hard you clap, and you pause, eyes drawn to Legolas beside you. He wears his soft smile, the one that just barely turns the corners of his lips up, yet still makes your heart shudder. Still though, there seems to be an indescribable light in his eye, that hints at somthing hidden behind the facade of content grace and joy he usually keeps.

Curious, you stick close to your elven friend throughout the reception, and as the toasts pass, and the dancing has moved away from the consistent expectation of nobles asking gor a dance, you withdraw to a more secluded area of the brightly lit room. Your eyes wander over the sea of elegantly dressed people, searching as always for the light presance that holds your heart.

"Do you look for someone, Y/n?"

You jolt at the voice, turning happily to Legolas. "Indeed, my prince, though I've found him now." He smiles, but it looks almost... Strained. Sipping on the rosehip wine in your hand, you look over the elf. He meets your gaze with the same calm as usual - at least on the surface.

Looking closer you notice the delicate crease in his brow, faint and noticeable as a small ripple on a clear, calm lake. His fingertips tap together, one after the other, each touching once, before he appears to catch himself, and the movement stops, leaving the hands tense.

His actions, and lack thereof, remind you of those before a battle, however legolas even usually did not exhibit such, not even before the throes of Mordor were washed upon you all.

"Legolas," you ask, hesitantly, "what bothers you?"

His eyes widen a moment, before his expression softens. "Nothing of any great importance. Only... I find the sounds and smells of such a large gathering almost suffocating." He says this as if it were a crime, and he were addmiting to such before a council. "Especially after so long of traveling, I have become unacustomed to life in court, and thus the stress which acompanys."

The knowledge that Legolas has been in discomfort for some time, as it draws near midnight, sets a feeling of dismay in your stomach. Straightening yourself resolutely, your snatch up his hand and weave yourself among the outskirts of the crowd.

Through an ornate door you pull Legolas into a small garden, and while the sound of sparse minsterals can be heard, the sound of talking fades into the background. "Better?" You ask, peering at Legolas.

He nods, but you have no time to admire the light in his bearing before he is bowed over your hand. "May I have this dance?"

The question startled you, but you quickly affirm your acceptance, allowing him to pull you closer, and the soft instrumental tune provides a leisurely beat to step with. You meet his eyes, and a mist covers them, so doing the natural thing you remove your hands from Legolas' own, you wrap him in an embrace.

When he stiffens, you make to pull back, but instead he tightens his grip in a way that you can feel the muckes beneath his tunic, his head nestles into the crook of your neck.

Running a hand along his spine in what you hope is an appropriately comforting motion, you feel the damp of his eyes drip onto your skin. "Oh Legolas," You trail off a deapseated sorrow filling your very soul at the inability to know what brings such display to the usually strong and lighthearted elf. "How long has it been since someone hugged you?”

"I- don't..."

At the words you gently pull him to the ground, a movement which is slightly hindered by his unwillingness to release you. When you reach a half sitting, half kneeling position, he draws back slightly. "I apologize, I-" you cut him off with a fingertip to the lips.

"Please do not let such words nor guilt fill you," you trace the line of his brow, and see the pink hue in his eye from tears long withheld. "I love you, and any service I may do, or condolence I can offer... All that I have is yours, please do not try to take the privilege of heloing you away."

A choked "Meleth" is all Legolas can reply to the declaration, but the intent is visable, so you pull him closer, and run the silk soft hairs of his head through your fingers.

For you meant it, anything for him is well worth doing, and you would be colder than the stone in a creek before you could even think about revoking your care.

[toxycodone]

I'm pretty much fucking done with the mouthwashing fandom. I met a lot of gems but to be for real? WORST. FUCKING. FANDOM. Everyone is such a goddamn snake, these yumeshippers are fucking insane, a lot of the content creators on twitter are fucking hypocrites and act messy and think they can get away with it because their art is good. Mouthwashing? I don't know her

??? Have I been living under a rock. Can you please give me some examples 😭 everyone I’ve interacted with has been super pleasant….but also I’m rarely if ever on twitter….

u will have to gimme some examples but im sorry you had this experience ig

[adymasaklemak]

Okay,okay. Saya jumpa awak. Okay,what are your headcanons for projek high council and also love your drawings hehe. I will make you my friend aka mutual hehe.

aduh kantoi HAHAHAAHAAHAAHAH i've been trying to hide under the radar last2 kena ciku cak macam tu je hm (habis terbongkar segala aib 💔💔💔💔) but still—hello c3! nice to meet you! also, OH MY PSLSPSPLSPSL IM MORE THAN BERBAHAGIA TO BE FRIEND WITH YOU SIS 🙏🙏🙏🙏 im still new in tumblr so yeah, ingat nak buat account suka2 je tapi tak sangka pulak ada fandom phc kat sini HAHAHA

regarding the headcanons—actually, well I have some. takde la detailed sangat, separuh masak macam tu jela hdjsjaj here :

let's start with Kahar first since dia anak emas semua orang HAHAHAHHAHAHHAH

for me, i hc Kahar as someone who loves smoking. like a lot. well—actually, he used to hate smoking since his arwah ibu told him that it's a bad habit (walaupun bapaknya merokok). tapi disebabkan Megat dia terus jadi from "mak aku kata rokok tak sihat" to "yo aku merokok yo i should fw this to gang"

Megat = pengaruh rakan sebaya final boss

he also loves drawing (based on Amir Ahnaf's introspection on Kahar's character but ig it lowkey becomes canon now (?)) and listens to rock kapak lol. quite ironic if you imagine him drawing flowers and nature and then catch him singing Pawana by Search in the bathroom. (and people still ask why Abu Yamin has dark circles under his eyes)

he also can play guitar and sings very well—regardless acoustic or electric sebab dia tapau semua hshhshhshh

pastu dia suka usik Fakhri HAHAHAH

Fakhri pulak—dia jenis yang suka minum kopi tapi tak letak susu 💔💔💔. Abang dia ada sweet tooth tapi dia ni memang alergi gila dengan makanan manis. pastu dia ni jenis ada beef dengan manusia2 spesies Megat—sweet talker, manipulative cam tu la bcs those are the same traits that PHC Kahar has. (which the same person who made his life a living hell)

Lepastu waktu dia kecik dia ada tampal gambar Naim kat dinding bilik dia pastu tumbuk setiap kali dia nak lepaskan geram. Also—I think Fakhri is the types of someone yang ada eidetic memory. Setiap kali sebelum exam, baca nota sains sekali je dah boleh solos satu batch

yeah, that's all. (dawg is this even "separuh masak" anymore....... 💔💔💔💔)

anyways sorry late response, internet putus tadi do 💔💔💔💔💔💔 habis hilang aura aku

[ivysangel]

Okay but if partition is dicks song then DANCE FOR YOU is JASONS

plz give me ur address so i can send you an engagement ring, i've already bought it for you. you are so real you are so fucking real for this one, like dare i say...more real than partition (wrote this before i knew you guys weren’t the same omg just a lil jokey joke) ??? *gasps* ???? no, but when beyoncé said, 'tonight i'm gonna put my body on your body,' i felt that bc if EYE was the significant other of jason todd, someone would have to pry me off of him like a pitbull with someone's leg in their mouth. can't believe 'dance for you' is about jay-z, like...anyway!! (smut under the cut)

insecure jason has my heart, not bc i particularly enjoy the prospect of people being insecure but because it just makes so much sense, and it's such a stark contrast to how he appears as the red hood so it's kinda just like...like idk it does smth to me. need to jump his bones so fucking bad.

but the idea that sometimes his insecurities get the best of him when it comes to you, the notion that in every other aspect of his life he can put them aside to get shit done EXCEPT when it comes to you because he gets in his own head about your relationship. he doesn't think he's good enough for you, he thinks you deserve better, thinks one day he's gonna fuck up so bad you just won't come back to him. and that just simply isn't true. 

'loving you is really all that's on my mind/and i can't help but think about it day and night' it's so beyond absurd that he feels insecure in your relationship because he literally takes up 98% of your brain capacity. he doesn't even realize how absolutely down horrendous you are for him and it kills you !!!! how can this kind, loving, sexy, sometimes murderous man not realize how you can't live without him ?? so you do the only thing you can do, you fuck him.

'i just wanna show you how much i appreciate you, yes/wanna show you how much i'm dedicated to you, yes' he's so fucking annoying (loving) the way he questions why you're dressed up in red lingerie on a random day in the middle of the week, but it's like ?? if he's not gonna believe you when you say you love him, then ig you're just gonna have to fuck knock some sense into him. 'tonight it's goin down,' and down it literally goes, like you go down on him and give him some of greatest head of his life and your panties go down when you fuck him into understanding how much he means to you.

'wanna make that body rock/sit back and watch' you've got him under you, the minimal amount of clothing you were wearing is currently occupying the floor of your bedroom, and you're straddling him, leaving kisses up and down his body, kissing each scar, and whispering "i love you's" in between each one as he watches from lidded eyes, hands gripping and grabbing at anything he could reach. 'show you, show you, show you, 'til you through with me' words sometimes just weren't enough for jason. people had said things to him so many times and made so many promises just to break them. actions don't always speak louder than words, but in his case, they surely did.

'this is beyond sex/i'm high on you/if it's real then you know how i feel' you're riding him, rolling your hips into him as you draw out groan after groan. yes, you're quite literally having sex. but it's just more than that this time; it's a declaration of love, his confirmation that there is nobody except him for you. there will never be anybody but him.

'in my mind, all i can think about is a frame for our future/and the pictures of the past/and a chance to make this love last.' letting jason get lost in his own head is the last thing you'd ever want to happen, it hurts you so bad that he can't see himself the way you see him. when the sex is over, and you're both sweaty and out of breath, you caress his chest and whisper sweet nothings, letting him know that everything you'd said when he was balls deep in you was completely true, that you love all of him and you'd do anything to make sure he knew that.

(this one was not as good as partition, but my points still stand !!! partition + dance for you anons, you guys are so real u don't even know. ughhhhh i just love jason. need to fuck him so bad)

[emo-protagonist]

hi i’m tag :3

(its short for protagonist)

DNI IF: racist, homophobic, transphobic, a terf, a zionist, a pedophile or excuse pedos, conservative, a botdf fan, into incest ships, are a proshipper, if your faking an illness, or weird in a creepy way (ykwim?? idk).

my blog really has no theme, i mainly talk about whatever on here, mainly just what im into at the moment.

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i also like comic books, just finished bayonetta and am really into it. im the only person on the planet who is playing "guitar hero warriors of rock", in the middle of playing the bayonetta and resident evil games. i like splatoon, zelda, fnaf, hermitcraft, and i am the biggest shin megami tensei fan (which included persona) you probably will ever meet. i really like shin megami tensei oh my gyatt. i am also really into devil may cry right now. i fucking love vergil.

im ace, go by she/her, live in the usa, im originally from brooklyn nyc (RAHHHHHH), im not a minor but don’t be weird, no sexually explict stuff (this blog is safe for minors ig lol), am emo and really like the 2000s. im also fairly new to tumblr btw. im super open to getting asks and having people interact with me cus i love making new friends!! im accepting of all races, genders, sexualities, etc. (obviously bruh like look at me why tf would i judge??)

i got a few tags. my mutual wanted me to add a tag for when i get asks which is "#tag asks ur mom". i also have “#misha collins is not a real person” becus i don’t believe he is. and i got “#<— literally my boyfriend” which i feel is self explanatory. “#obligatory supernatural gif” which is just me spamming supernatural gif under random posts like it’s 2013 :3. i have tags for whatever game im playing or show im watching usually, like "tag watches the walking dead" or "tag plays bayonetta" which also includes when im talking about that thing after i finished it like with "#tag watches supernatural" which is my posts about supernatural.

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bro 200 followers crazy like wtf y’all following me for and it keeps going up like help 😭😭😭