#PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ THE LYRICS OF THE SONG!!!

[hoonieyun]

now playing...

i'll still be here - leigh-anne

pairing: lee heeseung x reader x sim jaeyun

warnings: i dont think so but pls lmk if i need to add anything, 18+

pls ignore timestamps and possible typos lol - this is partially written, please be sure to read the written portion to fully understand the story <3

wc: 468

your phone was endlessly dinging, making it hard for you to focus but you tried your best to focus on the lady sitting in front of you. she had a sleek bun, wire rimmed glasses, and a pen and paper sat in front of her. 

“do you want to get that, yn?” she asks and you shake your head. 

“no, not important” you say with a smile as you quickly switch the ringer off to mute all of the sounds. 

“what is it, anyway?” she asks and you explain that it’s all of the people reaching out to you regarding your new song and because you kind of dropped it out of the blue; a lot of people were pleasantly surprised. you also added that you were planning to just drop the song and kind of go MIA to stop yourself from obsessing over every single thing that people say about you online. 

“that’s good, i’m glad you’re doing your best to listen to my advice but don’t feel like you need to be so strict with yourself. i know you’re a popstar so being on the internet is a part of your job; just know when to get off when it’s becoming too much, ok?”

she was so knowledgable in everything she said, it always made so much sense and whatever she said to you brought so much clarity. which was a good thing because it was her job at the end of the day. 

the rest of your session with your therapist goes very smoothly, talking about your goals for the week and habits that you’ve wanted to get into that you haven’t and other habits that have been hard for you to break and how you can get to a point of releasing those habits. 

it’s only been a few days speaking with this therapist but since she was a part of the mental health retreat you attended previously, she had your information from the retreat so you weren’t completely starting from scratch. 

you bid her goodbye with a small hug and you make your way to your car, pulling out your phone and quickly scrolling through all of the notifications before driving to your apartment. deciding that you’d respond to your texts when you got home. you listened to your new song on your drive home and you don’t realize you’re crying until your version gets too blurry. it wasn’t tears of sadness but something of release. 

like you’re releasing so much weight off your shoulders without the guilt your old self would feel for putting yourself first. as if you had become a totally new person in the last month and this new era of your life was focused on just you. 

choosing yourself and not feeling guilty for wanting to be happy.

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hoonieyun notes: guys u need to listen to this song its so beautiful like truly one of my favorite songs.. the lyrics and overall melodic value of the song is so impactful.. anyways omg now playing is almost overrrrr wahhh

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[crowsofdarkness]

Vaz Prizrak: Chapter Thirteen

-gif not mine. credit to owner-

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Agent! Reader.

Content Warnings: language, 18 + implied smut, angst, fluff, violence, mentions of losing a pregnancy, thoughts of taking one's life, an attempt to take one's life. I will give another warning when that chapter is posted.

Summary: Bucky and Reader have been in their own solace while in Wakanda for years. They were finally happy to create the life they wanted and deserved. That was until a new foe came along to dust it all away.

Authors Note: This takes place during Infinity War and Endgame! If you haven't yet, please read Soldat and Dorogaya beforehand.

Slight mention of someone taking their own life in this chapter, please read with caution!

Tags: @globetrotter28 @sakuracyberhex @chinggay85-blog @bookofriverr @misatxox @that-blonde-girl @cats-chaotic-mind @wintrsoldrluvr @sebastians-love @pumpkin-babydoll @ordelixx @starfly-nicole @j23r23 @baw1066 @capswife

Soldat Masterlist | Dorogaya Masterlist | Vaz Prizrak Masterlist

A soft breeze blew through the redness of my hair as I ascended up the stairs to my home. The front door was freshly painted yellow, one of my favorite colors, and when I stepped inside everything was not how I expected. 

The furniture that cluttered the home, in the best way possible, had brought a homey feeling deep in my heart. Music played from down the hall and my heels clicked alongside the refinished wood floors and when I came to a stop in the doorway, the man turned and smiled deeply at me. 

“Hey beautiful.”

I laced my fingers with his extended ones and felt my body gliding into his open embrace. 

“It’s our song,” he muttered, lips ghosting over my forehead. 

“Till the end of time. Long as roses bloom in May. My love for you will grow deeper with every passing day.” 

The beautiful lyrics of our song played through my ears and it was then that I realized I hadn’t heard the soft melody in so long. 

“May I have this dance?” 

I nodded, while brushing the lone strand of hair from his face as it fell out of the bun. 

“You can always have this dance, Bucky.” I spoke softly. 

Our bodies swayed together in perfect harmony, the song replaying over and over, this dance becoming second nature to us. We would do this almost every day when we lived in Wakanda and Romania. 

As my cheek was against his chest, I could feel his heart beat in rhythm to the beat of the song. My own heart, however, was beating a mile a minute when I suddenly remembered how I had gotten to this moment, this memory. 

“Bucky,” I looked up at him. “I need to talk to you about something.” 

He immediately hushed me with a firm kiss to my lips. 

“Let’s enjoy this moment, doll.” He said, ignoring me. 

“But I need to tell you,” I started. 

Bucky spun me in his arms and dipped me low, placing another loving kiss against my lips. 

“I can’t wait until we can do this every day. I’ll dance with you until I’m grey and old,” Bucky vowed, pulling me back into his arms. 

Our hips swayed together once more and I realized that no matter how hard I tried to tell him what I needed to talk to him about, he would ignore it. 

“Is this another dream or am I actually dead and in my own kind of heaven?” I wondered out loud. 

The music faded out low and Bucky stepped away from me, his eyes looking deep in my soul. 

“Why would you be dead, Y/N?”

My head cocked to the side, eyes staring back into his own. “You’ve been watching over me, Bucky. You had to know what I did.” 

“Restoring my old childhood home?” He pointed throughout the bedroom we were in. 

It was then that I noticed the wide variety of photos that hung on the walls of the room; pictures of us together and alone. There were also pictures of us with our friends; Steve and Bucky from back in the 40’s, Steve and I when I first joined his team with Shield, and Natasha and I on one of our spontaneous girl weekends.  

Pieces of my heart shattered and fell into the abyss of my stomach as I took in our genuine smiles in the photo. We were so happy that weekend, becoming incredibly close. We both said the weekend was when we became sisters. 

“I miss you so much, Nat,” my voice broke as I traced over her smile. 

“She wanted you to have the life you deserve, doll. She sacrificed it all for us,” Bucky came up from behind, placing a kiss on top of my head. 

“She deserved it more than I do,” I stated. 

Bucky gently pulled me into his arms, forcing my face to look at him. “Why do you think that?”

A soft sob shook its way from my throat. “You’ve seen what I’ve done, Buck. I’ve killed, tortured, and mained people; all for you.” 

“Sleeping with Steve was for me?” He questioned, anger far from his voice. 

Suddenly the room shifted around us and we were now standing in Steve’s room in the Avengers Compound. Two bodies laid together in the sheets, chest rising and falling in sync, and I then noticed it was Steve and I after our night together. He had his arms wrapped around me while my head was laying on his bare chest. 

“Steve?” Bucky wondered with his voice wavering. 

My lips trembled as I tried to hold back the sob. I could hear it in the way he said his name that Bucky was heartbroken at my decision that night. 

“I wasn’t in the right place. We had all just lost Natasha and I felt like it wasn’t worth it anymore. I felt numb all over and no matter what I did, I couldn’t feel anything. I needed to feel something and Steve was there,” I admitted. 

We both continued to stare at the two bodies in the bed. Bucky was standing behind me and I felt myself jump in fear when his cold, vibranium fingers traced a scar on the side of my forehead that reached the top of my ear. 

“Why did you do this?” His breath was warm on my neck. 

The room shifted around us again and this time we were standing on the pier on the lake. A few feet in front of us stood another me, gun clenched tight in hand. 

Bucky had wrapped his arms around me from behind, knowing what was about to happen, and when I jumped in his embrace after the gun had gone off, he held my crying body while we watched my  other self fall into the lake. 

Blood streamed the waters and I tried to get out of his grasp but Bucky held on tight. 

“Watch,” he spoke firmly.

Both of us watched as Steve ran from the compound down to the pier, sheer panic and fear on his face. 

“Y/N!” He yelled before diving into the water. 

The way he screamed my name pained me to the core, realizing how broken I had made Steve because of my decision. Time had passed incredibly slowly as Bucky and I both waited for what was going to happen next. 

Would Steve resurface alone or with my body? And would I be alive or dead? 

“Your decision affected everyone, dorogaya.” Bucky spoke. 

Suddenly, Steve had resurfaced from the water, carrying a limp body in his arms. I gasped when I saw the large wound on the side of the head, blood continuing to pool from it. 

“You’re not leaving me, Y/N. You don’t get to leave me too,” Steve cried before running back inside of the compound, yelling for Bruce. 

“Am I dead? Did I die?” I sobbed, turning in Bucky’s arm to face him. 

He looked at me with a broken expression and cupped my cheek with his flesh hand. His thumb brushed against my cheek bone, wiping away the tears. 

“I’ll see you soon, doll.”

With a fast and firm kiss on my lips, I gripped tightly onto him, not wanting to let him go. 

Sitting up in bed with a loud gasp, I looked around my surroundings but suddenly groaned in pain when I realized how fast I had sat up. 

“CAP! She’s awake!” 

Looking at the doorway, I saw Bruce yelling into the hallway. 

“What?” I asked, my voice coming out raw and broken. 

A new man entered the room and when I took in his disheveled look, my heart hammered hard in the cage in my chest. 

“Y/N,” he breathed a long sigh of relief. 

“Steve.”

[little-diable]

Lust - Finan + Reader + Sihtric (smut)

Requested by @darkandjollyfolly for my birthday bash celebration. The lyrics are from Hozier's song "Arsonist's Lullabye". Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Pwp, Finan and Sihtric show the reader that their shared longings aren't sinful

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f), talks of sinning

Pairing: Finan x fem!reader x Sihtric (900 words)

“Look at me,” Finan’s raspy voice forced her eyes open. She was trembling, kneeling on the cold ground with her hands interlaced. He towered over her with Sihtric standing close, like a shadow following Finan wherever he went. For a second, (y/n) allowed her eyes to flicker between the two men who had touched her just days ago - memories that made her tremble with shame. “What is it with you? You’ve kept your distance.” 

“I,” (y/n) choked on her breath, eyes fluttering close to sort through her thoughts. “What we did was wrong. I keep on asking for forgiveness, but I fear God won’t grant me any more of it. I have sinned, we have sinned.” 

“All you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach. You may fear the punishment, but we shared love, that is no sin, dove. The passion burning inside of you is nothing you need to hide. Don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash.” Sihtric kneeled before her, hands cupping her warm cheeks. (Y/n) heavily swallowed as she allowed the words to spread through her mind while she slowly gave in to Sihtric’s touch. 

“Do you think that is true, Finan?” She looked at the man who had always intrigued her, pulling her further in while she fought against the lust she couldn’t let go of. Finan was just as guided by his faith as (y/n) was, allowing her to put her trust in the strong warrior. 

“I do. What we have can’t be sinful, not when it's guided by longings and love.” He reached a hand out for her to take, pulling her away from Sihtric and into his chest. Finan let his eyes dance over her features for a second before he pressed a searing kiss to her lips. Seconds later, Sihtric pressed himself against her back, keeping her caged between her lovers as Finan kissed her breathless and Sihtric began to leave marks on her neck. 

“Prove it to me, show me this love you speak of.” The warriors didn’t need to be told twice, pulling away from her to guide her back to the hut they were staying in for the time being. No further words were spoken between them, not while they shuffled her out of her dress, exposing her naked body to hungry eyes. 

The sounds of both men pulling out of their clothes filled the hut, making (y/n)’s eyes flicker between Sihtric and Finan, taking in their muscular frames. Both her hands reached for the men, guiding them towards her before sinking down on the bed. While Finan’s beard scratched the skin of her throat, kissing his way down to her chest, Sihtric left kisses on her inner thighs, marking his way up to her dripping heat.

Too many sensations flushed through her, like a battle she was stuck in but couldn’t escape from. But unlike the battles she had fought in before, (y/n) didn’t feel any need to escape now, happily letting both men touch her as if she had always been theirs to share. 

Her moans clawed out of her, urging the two men to touch her where she needed them the most. Sihtric’s mouth felt warm against her core, tongue circling her pulsing bundle while pushing two fingers into her tightness. Finan looked up at her with a wicked smirk, watching the pleasure widen on her features. (Y/n)’s trembling fingers tugged on Finan’s dark roots, tightening her grasp the second he sucked on her hardening nipples.

“Heaven, this feels so good.” Both men were set on her pleasure, wanting to watch her fall apart before they’d both fuck her to get their fill. She trembled beneath them, head thrown back, hands tugging on whatever she could reach. 

Sihtric picked up the speed of his fingers, fucking her with them while he sucked on her clit, all while Finan kept switching between her breasts. She could die a happy death at that very moment, letting go of one last breath while pleasure thumped through her veins like poison. But these two gave her too much to look forward to, not daring to let go just yet while anticipation kept guiding her. 

Her walls began to flutter around Sihtric’s calloused fingers, glassy eyes taking in both men. The smirks they wore on their lips made them look all too similar, even though both were different as can be. (Y/n)’s heart skipped a few beats while taking in the clear lust both men were guided by, leaving her to wonder what they’d do to her in the upcoming hours. 

But all thoughts were stolen right from her as her orgasm clashed through her. She let go of moans while their names rolled off her tongue. Sihtric kept lapping at her folds, set on dragging out this moment while Finan moved up her body to kiss her. Their tongues fought for victory while the strong sensation kept having its grasp on her. 

“You were right,” she choked out. “This can’t be sinful, not when it feels this right.”

[folkdances]

things i read this january ❄️ it was an interesting, eventful month, and a very philosophical one (for me, at least)! i've been reading on the bus, on the metro, while walking to class, and i'm pleased with myself for it, and it's done me good! i wanted to write this preface in such a way that would lend it some sense of grandeur, but as i sit here typing, i don't think that's really necessary. things are as they are. some of these are for class and some of them i read on my own…!

articles, essays, and papers

preface to lyrical ballads, william wordsworth

preface and conclusion to the renaissance studies in art and poetry, walter pater

poetry and plays*

we are seven, william wordsworth

mac flecknoe, john dryden

a satyr upon reason and mankind, john wilt

the country wife, william wycherley - found this one shockingly funny and was deeply upset by this fact. there’s something about a character named pinchwife getting cuckolded that has been making people laugh for centuries, and the latest of those people is me.

myself and pangur, anon., trans. paul muldoon

the blackbird by belfast lough, frank o'connor

the vikings, james carney

the scribe in the woods, máire macneill - he’s just like me for realll

the sea, james carney

storm at sea, frank o'connor

to an old psalm-book, james carney

books

private rites, julia armfield - I REALLY ADORED THIS ONE. 5-stars will be returning to it. absolutely phenomenal vaguely apocalyptic horror story set in a drowning world and following three estranged sisters in the wake of their cruel father’s death.

file under: 13 suspicious incidents, lemony snicket - really really charming! i’ve been wanting to reread atwq and realized i never read this addendum to the series when i was a kid :-)

annihilation, jeff vandermeer - shockingly i tried reading this one, like, three times before this month (the last time was two years ago(?)) and i could never properly get into it. this time around i tore through it and absolutely loved it…! sci-fi story about a biologist and her team as they explore the mysterious area x on the behalf of a secretive government agency.

song of solomon, toni morrison - i’d been putting off reading this one for a while, not out of disinterest but because it is such a weighty book and i wanted to wait for a good time. i read it over the course of a week. it’s wonderfully written, compulsively readable, profound and inquisitive and odyssic. absolutely loved it. unravels the family history of the dead family, honing in the youngest sun, milkman dead.

waiting for the barbarians, j.m. coetzee - had to read this one for class and i’m a bit conflicted about it. ultimately i think it works as a very concise and clear analogy, but i found it a bit ‘white guilt’ about the whole affair.

open water, caleb azumah nelson - unfortunately did not enjoy this one very much :-( heard a lot of good things about it and it just wasn’t for me in the end. a love story between two young black british artists.

martyr!, kaveh akbar - was looking forward to this one and really enjoyed it! i feel like it could have gone deeper but for what it was, i liked it. it was very poetic and i loved how it was structured. follows a suicidal iranian-american poet as he strives to write about martyrdom and plumbs his own family history in an effort to understand it.

* i tried finding links to all of these but i got lazy lol. you could probably find them quite easily snooping around the internet :-)

[meragoround]

MUCC — 双心の声

[mrbrightxside]

Eltingville sketches because I am suffering from Bill Dickey brainrot 👌

[heartorbit]

i'm sending this endless melody to a nameless you

[aloeverawrites]

Writing for Rafah

I'm doing sensitivity readings, beta readings, fanfic commissions, lyric/poem writing, character playlists, and image description writing in exchange for donations to Maryam’s family and newborn (Urgent) , Fatima’s family and their newborn or to Ibrahim and his family.

(Update: Ibrahim and his family have made it out of Rafah and now need financial security in Egypt. Fatima’s family has yet to make it out of Rafah. Update 2: Fatima’s family has reached their goal but we’ve yet to hear another update from them. )

If you find another gofundme for someone in Palestine that you'd like to donate to I'll accept donations for that as well. I recommend looking at the operation olive branch document to find gofundmes to donate to.

The details for these commissions are below.

Sensitivity readings:

I can read for people looking to portray trans men, autistics, bi aces and biracial black people. Contact me to ask if you have something else you'd like me to read for as not everything is mentioned here.

€ 1 for 2,000 words.

Beta reading:

I can offer basic editing like spelling and grammar.

€ 1 for 2,000 words.

Song or poem writing:

You can give me a few words as a prompt and I'll write lyrics for a song that can be dedicated to whoever you'd like. If you want to record the song or use it for a story or game feel free to.

€ 0.50 per song which can be about 100-400 words. Same price for poems.

Character playlists:

€ 1.00 per playlist. It can be about anything I just thought people might be more interested in playlists for characters- but if you want one on like, the concept of springtime or something I've got you.

Image description:

€ 1.00 for 10 image descriptions. If you only need like 3 then any donation amount above €0.10 is great. This can be helpful if you're a blog that posts a lot of photos.

I don't read/write nsfw. I don't have much experience with this, but I had to do something to help. I have been writing for a long time but I've only published original work. Thank you for reading this, and hope to hear from you. If you're interested dm me or send me an ask.

[danielenjoyer]

An era accurate young Daniel playlist based off of artists mentioned by the show and a little sprinkle of Eric’s music taste and devils minion as a cherry on top

(I could and genuinely am writing an analysis of each song and how they are reflective of the literal show narrative)

[metropoliswhite]

Juliette Armanet - Imaginer l'amour Emerald Fennell - Saltburn

Saltburn as Songs 13/?

[creativelycomplex]

I would give up my left pinky toe for someone to make a devastating Loustat edit to the song ‘agar tum saath ho’.

[cosmogyros]

modern music sucks, people need to sing worse and write better songs

[turtleblogatlast]

The song “Therapy” by All Time Low is insanely in line with Leo’s character in every way.

The following verses alone are so quintessentially Leo that it’s like he was made with it in mind:

“Arrogant boy

Love yourself so no one has to

They're better off without you

(They're better off without you)

Arrogant boy

'Cause a scene like you're supposed to

They'll fall asleep without you

You're lucky if your memory remains”

Even has a comment of causing a scene, paralleling Leo in the theme song. Just. This song actually breaks my heart in general but it ties with Leo to a T.

Lyrics like “A handful of moments, I wished I could change” and “I'm a walking travesty | But I'm smiling at everything” just reflect him so well. Please listen to the song you won’t regret it.

[butterflysonnets]

all i can imagine right now is teenage theo’s stupid gay ass listening to the 2004 re-release of mr. brightside by the killers (because, yknow, vegas) on repeat while bitching about kotku in his stupider gayer journal and then having an internal crisis wondering why mr. brightside speaks to him so viscerally

[accidentalseer2020]

If Good Omens series 3 doesn't have a scene with Queen's 'I want to Break Free' playing as Aziraphale comes to terms with how desperately he misses earth and Crowley and how Heaven just ain't worth it... well that'd be a bloody waste of a perfect song.

[nexstage]

Out of the equation AU

Vanished

Trigger Warning: Murder, kidnapping, sexual trafficking, sexual assault, and rape.

Forget the other AU prompts, this is the darkest I’ve written.

Inspired by ‘Hold them down’ from Epic: The Musical that’s why there are warnings.

~~~~~~~~~~

[Bill has managed to escape death and traveled in time to stop Stanley from ruining Weirdmaggedon. He and the Henchmaniac have managed to possess different people without raising too much suspicion and journeyed to Glass Shard Beach, New Jersey.

It is a cold night. Stan and Ford are twelve.

Bill and the others discover Stan with the ‘Extra Stan’ sign he has been punished to carry outside the house for the -F of the history test. Keyhole prepares a gun he had stolen to kill Stan but Bill stops him.]

“No one will know.” Keyhole argues.

“Keyhole, buddy, I think you have gotten a bit hasty with revenge. A quick death is just that. Quick, painless, surprising. One moment he’s breathing, the next one he’s gone. I didn’t get myself out of the trap of that lesser being just to give him a free exit from my reign in a silver plater. True revenge is slow, painful, hellish and maddening. Wanna know how?”

“We’ll screw this humiliation, let’s not waste more hours

We must get him first if we want all the power

This is our biggest challenge, no more delays

Or else Fez will ruin our fun again

This is how we

Put him down and he won’t get stronger

[He showed them a trash bag.]

Put him down with all our rage

[Pyronica smiles sadistically, twirling a razor. Bill grins back.]

Put him down if he dares to get bolder

[Xanthar crack his knuckles nodding.]

That is the price for provoking our hate

Here and now, this is the time for action

Here and now, for complete control

Here and now, burn Fez down to ashes

Extinguish the fire inside his soul”

[The Henchmaniac get excited and listen attentively. Bill points dismissively to a sniffing Stanley as he trembles from the cold, still outside with the sign.]

“No one would care if he goes missing

His father ain’t want him around

So I say we make everyone a favor

and get rid of this pest once and for all

We’ll wait for the others to be distracted

[Kryptos gives the sign using a flashlight.]

Some of you, make the street silent as a mouse

[Hectogorn, 8-Ball, and Pyronica invade various houses close to the Pines residence and massacre the people inside to not leave witnesses, they also get rid of any passerby walking in the streets.]

Then when we approach Fez all smiley and friendly

[Bill lowers Stan’s guard by saying he’s worth much more than 3 dollars and suddenly, grabs him by the neck roughly.]

We’ll put him inside a bag and take him out of town then

[He and Kryptos put him on the bag before he could scream. Amorphous Shape drives quickly to pick them up and the whole group escapes.]

Hold him down until he stops shaking

[Xanthar leaves bruises on Stan’s arms and growls menacingly at him.]

Put him down with a knife on his throat

[Pyronica silently threatens him placing the razor close to his yugular.]

Break Fez’s will, trust, and faith,

and let him be swallowed by the wolves

In a hole where the beasts live in

Here and now where there is no sun

[Months after the kidnapping, Bill makes a deal with human traffickers and they take Stanley, sending him to a sordid, brutal brothel that also sells drugs.]

No family or rescue will save him

And everyone will have the spoils.”

[Caryn, Shermie, and Ford search for Stan desperately after kicking Filbrick out of the house for his part on Stan being gone. Meanwhile, Stan endures as he can the constant abuse and threats; he tried to escape multiple times but his fear of being killed and not seeing his family again makes him stop.]

“And when the fighting’s done

And he has lost all hope

Letting the beasts to break his bones

Letting them all to consume him and much worse

[Stan slowly grows numb, depressed, and scarred. The only thing keeping him sane is the memories of his family, mainly of Ford.]

And then they’ll

Hold him down, no doors to stop them

Taste him now, up and down

Every inch of his body will be broken

Tainted and twisted just like his soul

[Sometimes is submissiveness, sometimes is fighting, other times is pleading or negotiating but old and new people keep leaving marks on Stan. He feels disgusted.]

This is how we will take action (will take action)

This is how we will have control (will have control)

Here and now, burn him down to ashes

Extinguish the fire inside his soul

And

Hold him down!

Hold him down!!

Hold him down!!!

This is how we’ll have complete control!

[Bill and his friends celebrate. Now all Bill has to do is steer Ford’s path to Gravity Falls, manipulate him to build the portal, and Weirdmaggedon will be a success!]