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clefaiiiry · 9 months ago

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New Heights, New Depths

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the working title for this was 'wham bam thank you ma'am' just because i thought it was funny

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-~*~-

How did he let K’Sante rope him into this?

“Nu-uh, this was your idea!” K’Sante says.

Sett digs in his heels. “Well, maybe for once in my life I had a shitty idea-”

“C’mon, you keep saying you wanna try it,” K’Sante says, all but dragging him down the street.

“Sure, yeah, but there is a huge difference between talking about doing it and actually doing it, ya know?”

K’Sante waves to a guy as they reach the doors and he hauls Sett over the threshold. “Just trust me. Try it once and if you hate it then, hey, at least you gave it a shot.”

He’s right, and he hates when K’Sante is right. He’s always so smug about it. Sett can already hear him now, ‘see? You just gotta push out of your comfort zone!’

If his comfort zone is staying at home watching baking show reruns, then a BDSM club was probably the furthest away he could get.

Part of him regrets asking K’Sante what the deal was with that necklace he never took off. A day collar, he’d called it, from Yone. That opened a whole goddamn rabbit hole and left him feeling like he was fifteen again, trying to hide his search history from his momma.

He’s had sex, has even been told he’s pretty good at it, and obviously he’s watched plenty of porn, he was a guy-

But learning how vanilla all his experience was shattered any kind of self conceptualisation he’d managed since his teenage years.

“There’s nothing wrong with vanilla,” K’Sante had said, but that shit was like Pandora’s box; once it was open Sett couldn’t leave it alone.

So now he’s here, hanging outside Targon dressed like a damn nun compared to the outfits some folks were walking in wearing. No judgement, show it off if you’ve got it and all that, he just felt very overdressed. And like a total loser.

At least he wasn’t as much of a loser as Ezreal was for staying home. Loser.

Once they get inside, K’Sante stops to chat with another friend and retrieves a little yellow wristband from the basket on the door for himself. He whistles to catch Sett’s attention and his ears swivel first before he turns.

“Hey, you’re a sub, right?”

“What if I don’t know I’m a switch yet?”

K’Sante gives him a look. “Are you being serious?” He plucks a blue wristband from the basket and tosses it to Sett. “Yellow for doms, blue for subs, green for switches.”

Sett rolls his eyes, but accepts the stupid little wristband anyways.

Initially, it looks like any other club and a pretty tame one at that. Now, Sett was nearing his thirties and hadn’t been clubbing for years, but he was struggling to remember why he enjoyed it so much. His ears flatten against his head to attempt to block out the pretty horrendous electronic crap coming through the speakers. Someone’s being hauled off the dancefloor after nearly passing out, but they still seemed to be having a good time.

He stays close to K’Sante as they pass through, heading to a heavy curtain at the back. It’s sectioned off with velvet rope, bright purple LED trimmed above the entryway. A woman stands to one side, pretending to look busy on a tablet.

“No,” she says without looking up and before K’Sante even has a chance to open his mouth.

He laughs, casual and suave as usual, leaning forward in that way that made anyone swoon. “Awh, c’mon Leo, I’ll vouch for him.”

Unfortunately for K’Sante, this woman is immune to his charms. “You know the rules,” she says, ponytail swinging as she finally meets his eyes, “he needs an application before he can come in. Really, what did you think I was going to say?”

“Look, if he gets into any trouble it’ll be on me. Please?”

“No. Because it won’t fall back on you, it’ll fall back on me.”

K’Sante groans and rubs his face. “Can I go in and find the guy I’m looking for, at least?”

“Fine,” she says, unclipping the rope and holding it to one side.

K’Sante glances back to Sett. “Get a drink, chat someone up,” he waves a hand, “I dunno, unwind a little.”

K’Sante abandons him before he can object.

Sett hovers awkwardly for a few seconds longer before he drifts off toward the bar. He leans against the counter trying to appear comfortable, like he actually knew what he was doing, though he wonders how convincing he could really be when his ears are still flat against his head. It wasn’t his fault, the bass was particularly loud in this corner.

God, what was he, sixty? Complaining about noise? Kayn was right, he really is a momma’s boy.

This should not be so-

“Good evening.”

An older woman perches on the stool beside him, swirling her drink. He thinks she’s Ottrani vastaya but honestly can’t tell, her ears just barely poking out from her fluffy hair. He notes her wristband, yellow.

“I’m urh, waiting for someone.” Smooth Sett, real smooth.

“Don’t worry, I know you’re here with K’Sante,” she says, “you just looked utterly terrified all on your lonesome.”

“What, me? Nah, I’m fine. Totally fine.”

She smirks. “Then you won’t mind if I just chat with my new friend.”

“Typically you give your friends a name.”

She places her free hand over her chest. “I’m Soraka.”

“Sett. So, you come here often?”

Conversation flows so naturally it’s quite easy to forget where he is. If not for the occasional people covered in leather heading into the VIP area, he could forget why they were actually there. Soraka’s voice is steady, warm, eases his gnawing uncertainty. She offers to buy him a drink and when he declines she only smiles, tells him everything will be fine and he honestly believes her. Is she the kind of woman Ezreal would go nuts over? Is she a milf? He's not sure if she’s old enough but he’s sure as hell not gonna ask.

They’ve probably been chatting for about twenty minutes when he spots K’Sante again, returning from the VIP area with another man. He’s a pretty thing, slim and tall, geometric ink trailing up his arms, boots landing with a heavy thunk at every step.

Then he taps at K’Sante’s shoulder to get his attention and raises his arms, hands moving rapidly.

Oh, he signs.

“And he’s not going to cause trouble?”

“He's a good guy,” he hears K’Sante say over the music, “don’t worry about it.”

The man hums, glancing over. Even in the low light, those eyes are piercing, trying to pick him apart from across the room. Sett averts his own.

“Oh, he’s setting you up with Aphelios,” Soraka huffs over the rim of her glass, “you really are after a workout, aren’t you?”

“Should I be scared?”

Soraka laughs. “Only if that’s what you’re into. He can be just a little intense, is all.”

Sett scoffs, leaning back against the bar. “I can handle intense just fine.”

She only stares at him, then finishes her drink. “Have fun,” she says, melodic and sweet, then rises to her feet and twirls away back over to the dancefloor.

Since K’Sante’s been gone, he’s managed to get glitter in his beard. Sett decides he’s better off not asking. K’Sante gestures to the man at his side as they close in.

“Sett, this is Aphelios. Aphelios, this is Settrigh.”

Sett cringes, extending his hand. “Sett is fine.”

Aphelios gives him a once over from head to toe, expression impassive, arms crossed over his chest. The moment drags with all the grace of a limping hound.

Hey buddy, wanna shake my damn hand yet? You’re only making me look like a total asshole-

Finally, he takes it with a little nod. His hand is colder than Sett expects. “A pleasure. K’Sante says you’re new to all this.”

“Ha, he’s sharing all my secrets already?” He grits out, shooting K’Sante a glance, who only shrugs.

Aphelios taps K’Sante’s shoulder, then signs, “Maybe you should book him with Soraka instead? Or Alune even.”

“No way, they ain’t got a session for weeks. Besides, you were the one mad about a cancellation.”

“Usually that’s what waiting lists are for.”

“Consider it a favour owed.”

Aphelios lets out a deep, long sigh through his nose. He closes his eyes, running a hand through his hair. He’s got a cute little cowlick that flicks back up as soon as he moves his hand away.

Then he signs, “Fine, let’s talk.”

“I’ll leave you to it,” K’Sante says with a grin, “Yone’s waitin’ in the back.” And he’s gone again. For such a huge guy, man he can move.

Yone’s here too? No wonder he’s so desperate to ditch him-

“What is it you’re looking for?” Aphelios says, leaning against the bar in a manner much too casual for the environment.

It takes him a few seconds to register that Aphelios has asked him a question. Sett shrugs and rubs the back of his neck. “It’s embarrassing-”

Aphelios scoffs. “Look where you are. Whatever you want, I’ve probably heard it before. You can’t surprise me.”

It was Sett’s turn to size him up and yeah, he could believe that. Still, verbalising it seems impossible.

“I- I wanna- I’d like to- Urgh.” He takes a breath, then forces it out. “I’m the boss all the time. Everyday, every hour- Ya know, it’s exhausting.” His ears pin back against his head and he averts his eyes. “I guess I just wanna not be the boss for a while.”

Aphelios stares at him for a moment longer, then waves to catch Soraka’s attention. He makes a vague gesture, but she understands, slipping through the crowd toward them.

“Sure,” Aphelios says, “we can figure something out.”

When Soraka gets to them, she slips a little business card into Sett’s hands with a nudge and a wink.

“Go the the website and fill in the form before-” Aphelios furrows his brows in thought for a moment. “-Friday?”

Sett huffs through his nose. “I can do Saturday.”

Aphelios lips twitch into a smile. “That works. I’ll text you.”

-~*~-

‘This form is the beginning of negotiations. Please make sure to communicate!’

‘Remember the question, “What do you mean by _____?”’

The negotiation side made the whole process way less sexy than Sett would have liked. He was expecting maybe, two pages max, but after page five this was starting to feel like it would never end.

Kink etiquette, ID checks, STI checks, yadda yadda- if he knew it was gonna be this complicated to get smacked around he would have just gotten into a street fight.

“Hey, at least it’s thorough,” K’Sante had said.

Sett only groans and continues swiping through all the options, each to be marked Yes, No, Not Sure, or Discuss Further.

Does the submissive wish to receive pain? Does the submissive wish to resist? Does the submissive wish to be restrained?

Bondage, collaring, leather, latex, gags, blindfolds, rope, chains, tape, wax-

Sett ends up marking half his answers as ‘not sure’ or ‘discuss further.’

Once it’s complete, Aphelios sends him a text the following evening. He communicates mostly in emojis so it initially takes Sett a few reads to understand what he’s actually saying. He sends through an attachment of his own form and tells Sett to read it.

Sett skips most of the boring parts, swiping and skim reading through the pages until he finds,

What will the submissive call the dominant? BOSS

Oh, the motherfucker-

“Boss? Really?” Sett laughs. At least that meant he was attentive. That’s probably a good trait for a dom to have, right? He tries to remember his own answers to the equivalent question,

What will the dominant call the submissive? Mutt, Pet

Those weren’t too out there, besides they could always up the ante if they weren't doing it for him.

Aphelios’ form is much more certain than Sett’s. It’s an interesting read, and he actually manages it with a mostly straight face. Aphelios, as it turns out, is more than willing to throw his punches. Happy to inflict high levels of pain, to tease, to withhold or ruin orgasms. Choking, waxplay, sensory deprivation, it seems Aphelios is open to pretty much anything so long as he was the one calling the shots. The ‘no’s were minimal, mostly reserved for more specific kinks that even Sett had turned his nose up at, but one catches his interest,

Is the dominant open to switching? Yes | No | Not Sure | Discuss Further

Sett debates asking about that one, since he’s such a nosy fucker, but decides it’s probably best left unprodded.

His phone pings again and he’s been sent another cryptic string of emojis. Once he deciphers them, he figures out Aphelios is asking if there’s anything in particular that he’d want for his first scene.

‘Surprise me,’ Sett sends back, even though it felt like tempting fate.

He gets a little devil face in response.

-~*~-

Saturday is upon him before he can even blink. Sett is totally prepared and absolutely not pacing a dent into the apartment floor.

“Quit freaking out. It’s just a scene. It’s not like you’re going on a date or whatever,” K’Sante had said.

“What if I’m so great it turns into a date?”

K’Sante had laughed. “Sure, keep dreaming, buddy.”

A few hours later, Sett finds himself standing outside Targon again. He stares up at the glowing neon sign for approximately ten minutes before he works up the nerve to finally walk inside. It’s very much the same as it had been last time, though he doesn’t stop to collect a wristband on the way in. The bouncer on the VIP section is the same redhead woman as last time, though if she recognises Sett she doesn't show it.

“I’m here for Aphelios?” he says.

“Sorry,” she says, though is anything but sincere, “he only does by appointment and he’s booked up for months.”

“No, I’m his date, or whatever.”

She blinks, then her lips twist into a smile. “Ah, you’re Sett! Yes, he said you’d probably be early. Can I just ask you to sign here-”

When he’s finally let in, she tells him to wait while she informs Aphelios, and Sett finds it difficult to look, well, anywhere. He doesn’t want to stare but since most people in here are half naked or covered in latex that’s a pretty tough task. Is that guy wearing a dog tail buttplug? Yep, he sure is. Good for him. That lady’s being used as a footstool? Hope her back is alright- Is that a pair of subs in a cage? How would he feel in a cage? It’s really too much for him to process at the moment.

He retreats to the wall and leans back against it, tapping an offbeat rhythm on his knees. It strikes him how much it feels like he’s waiting for the headmaster to show up and scold him.

He had marked all the role play options as ‘discuss further’-

A hand taps at his shoulder and he jerks from his thoughts. Though his expression is neutral, Aphelios offers a cute little wave.

“Oh, hey,” Sett says, really hoping he comes across as nonchalant and not like he’s currently shitting a brick, “You urh, you weren’t stood there long, were ya?”

Aphelios shakes his head and gestures for Sett to follow. No point standing on ceremony.

They head further into the VIP area and down a corridor at the back, Aphelios moving swiftly as Sett strides to keep up. It’s quieter back here, the thrum of music from the main room only a distant rumble. There’s signs along the walls, informing about club rules, consent, protection, all the formalities. Most of the rooms are free as they pass, but the night is still young.

The room they end up in is at the end of the corridor, one Aphelios unlocks with a keycard. It’s almost sterile, with dark walls and vinyl flooring. There’s a low bench along one wall, a table against the opposite. There is a bed, but the mattress is all leather so he can’t imagine it’s particularly comfortable. A kneeler is shoved off to one side, out of use for tonight it seems.

Aphelios dumps his phone and keys on the table where there’s already a bottle of water, condensation dripping down the outside. He waits until Sett closes the door behind them before he signs,

“You didn’t put anything for safewords so we’ll use traffic lights. If you’re happy to continue, you say green. If you want me to slow down, you say yellow. If you need to stop completely, you say red. Do not hesitate with your safewords, do you understand?”

“Sounds good.”

“Since you won’t always be able to see my hands, I’ll snap my fingers when I wish to speak with you.”

It all feels very professional, way too formal. Then again, Sett reminds himself of the sheer amount of paperwork it took to even get into this room so he really should have expected it. He peers at the table and feels the sting of disappointment when he realises there aren’t any toys or tools he can see.

Aphelios sees his expression and says, “I want to figure out your limits, especially since you’re new to all this.”

Sett scoffs. “I ain’t soft.”

“I never said that.” He’s frowning as he signs it, brows furrowed tightly. “Besides, I can ruin you just fine without striking you once.”

Oh, he likes the sound of that. “Then ruin me, pretty boy.”

Aphelios raises his chin, lips twitching. “As long as we’re in this room, you call me boss. Is that clear?”

He nods a little too eagerly, then realises his mistake. “As day, boss.”

Aphelios hums. “Undress, then kneel here.”

Fortunately, Sett had the forethought not to wear complicated layers, so his shirt is off before Aphelios even finishes his sentence. He’s probably a little too keen on this, but he’s been patient enough already. He just wants some damn action already. His belt clinks as he tosses his clothes over in the vague direction of the bed. Then a moment of hesitation as his fingers hover over the waistband of his underwear, and he glances back up. Aphelios nods, so he takes them off too.

Once he’s down on his knees, Aphelios takes a step toward him, expression impassive, almost bored. But behind that facade is a distinct, primal hunger that leaves Sett feeling smaller than he ever has.

He wants more.

“Don’t slouch, fix your posture.”

It doesn’t occur to Sett that he could disobey. There’s nothing forcing him, but still he finds himself following the order without hesitation. He’s already half hard and should probably feel a modicum of shame for that, but finds himself uncaring. He sits up straighter, chin raised.

Aphelios continues signing, “Keep your hands behind your back. Hold your wrist if you have to, but keep them there.”

Sett does as he’s told, resting his hands at the small of his back. The way his tail tickles his arms is oddly grounding.

“Good. Very good.”

Pride wells up in his chest and Sett can’t resist a grin. Aphelios’ expression darkens.

“Don’t look so pleased with yourself. I haven’t touched you yet.”

“Sorry, boss.”

Aphelios bares his teeth and, after one last disinterested glance up and down, circles around behind him out of sight.

His ears perk, following every movement intently. Fingers idly play with the tip of one, carefully rubbing the soft fur. Sett remains firm, determined not to sink so quickly.

Lithe hands trail down Sett’s throat, tilt his jaw up so he sits straight. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows involuntarily, clutching his wrist. Aphelios doesn’t squeeze, but his hand lingers, firm and unyielding. Sett’s a big guy, he could probably throw him off if he really wanted to, but there’s something about the illusion of helplessness that has him panting.

Then he’s forcing Sett’s chin upward, far enough to strain, back arching. Sett shudders as Aphelios’s trails his nails down, digging in minutely and his breath stutters in his throat.

“Fuck,” Sett grunts, but stays put, a dull ache building in his wrist from his nails. That earns him a little scratch at the base of his ear. He groans, ear flicking instinctively, ticklish.

Aphelios leans up, pulling Sett back just a little further to meet him halfway. Lips tease the soft, wispy fur at the tips of his ears and he can’t help but shudder against the sensation.

Then there’s teeth and Sett yelps, the sound melting into a needy whimper as Aphelios tugs at his ear. He’s not biting hard, but it’s enough to send sparks down his spine.

Aphelios’s free hand follows the curve of his back, appreciating the muscle beneath his fingers. Aphelios’ hands are cold, or maybe Sett is just burning hot, but it leaves him squirming against the sensation.

“Aphelios-”

He withdraws completely and Sett whines.

“Wait-”

Aphelios circles around to stand in front of him, painted lips twisting in contempt, in pure disgust. “If you can’t be a good mutt, then you don’t get touched.”

It takes a moment to realise he’s slouched again and Sett chokes around a whimper as he sits straight. “I’m sorry, boss. I’ll be good, I promise I’ll be good.”

There’s a hand on his jaw then, squeezing. Sett pants, lets his face be tilted upward to meet those piercing eyes.

Aphelios raises his free hand then, “Open your mouth.”

He does. Aphelios squeezes even tighter.

“Wider.”

Sett whines and opens as wide as he can.

Aphelios huffs through his nose. Then he spits in Sett’s waiting mouth, clamps it shut, and presses his free hand over his lips. He doesn’t need to sign for the next command.

Swallow.

Sett’s eyes roll back as he does so, holding his breath until Aphelios steps back and removes his hands. He opens his mouth again to show his obedience, tail wagging against his hands.

“So, you can follow an order.” Aphelios huffs through his nose and squats in front of him, head tilted. “And you’re already in such a state.”

Sett can’t help but squirm under such scrutiny. “Boss, please.”

“Please what?” He signs and the fucker tries to stifle the smirk on his face, tries to maintain the impassive, mildly annoyed expression. “Use your words, pet.”

“Please touch me.”

Aphelios reaches out and slides his fingers into Sett’s hair, rubbing at the base of his ear. A purr rumbles up from his chest before he can push it back down and Sett leans into the sensation, closing his eyes, letting himself drift.

There’s a snap of fingers and it takes a moment for his muddy mind to comprehend. Sett blinks a few times, then sits straight, wrists at the small of his back.

Aphelios watches him intently, lets him stew in it for a while longer before he slides a hand down Sett’s flushed, damp chest. Even such a slight touch has him arching forward, groaning.

It’s agonising watching those fingers dance their way down, slowly, so slowly. He tries to steady his breathing, spreads his knees a little wider as if it could tempt him.

But Aphelios does not budge, in fact his hand stops just inches from where Sett needs them and he realises he’s shaking.

Aphelios scoffs. “So desperate.”

Sett tries to roll his hips, only minutely, praying to whatever god would listen that Aphelios wouldn’t notice, but of course he does and removes his hand in punishment.

“Fuck. Boss, please- please touch me.”

“I already did,” he signs innocently, “wasn’t that enough? Such a demanding little mutt, aren’t you?”

Sett’s ears are flat against his head as he tries in vain to still his quivering hips. “Boss, please touch my cock, please-” He licks his lips, whines oh so sweetly. “I’ll do anything! Please!”

That earns him a hand on his face, thumb smoothing over his cheekbone. Sett shoves into it like a man starved, gazing at him with the prettiest flushed cheeks. Aphelios pats his cheek twice, a condescending slap with barely any force. Sett whines despite it.

“Open.”

Sett does as he’s told and Aphelios presses two fingers inside, pushing down on his tongue.

“Suck.”

And by God, Sett licks and sucks like he might die tomorrow, vulgar filthy noises tumbling from his throat. He takes them as deep as he can, gagging and choking around them in earnest. There’s drool spilling from his lips, down his chin. He must look like such a mess-

Then there’s a hand on his cock and it’s like his entire existence has led to this moment. Sett keens around the fingers, the sound cut off by another gag as he fights to take them deeper.

There’s red rising in Aphelios’ cheeks, a small victory compared to the absolute state Sett is in. His hand is slick, Sett has no fucking idea when he had time to lube it up but he’s not complaining as it slides in a slow, harsh rhythm. Up, down, up-

Heat keeps building in his gut, swirling and molten and Sett feels like he’s going to explode. He can’t stop the way his hips jut upward, but the pathetic little whimper he delivers afterward seems to be a good enough apology.

The fingers in his mouth are cruelly withdrawn and Sett is left freely to spew soaked, filthy noises from his worn throat. It’s all surging too quickly, he’s dizzy and his cock is soaked, he’s so fucking hard-

He doesn’t want this to be over so soon-

“Boss, wait- I can’t- I’m gonna-”

Aphelios hisses and it takes a long moment to realise that he’s trying to hush him. His free, spit covered hand rises into view. “It’s okay, pet, you can cum.”

Sett can’t construct a response before he’s jerking his hips and crying out as that heat erupts. He cums harder than he has in months, dimly aware of the way it splatters across the floor. He rides out every second, until his stomach starts to hurt and his cock starts to burn from overstimulation. He tries to pull back but Aphelios forces his hips back down. He’s still going.

“Boss, I can’t- I can’t- it hurts-”

Aphelios coos and snaps his fingers so Sett looks up. His smile is wicked, his tongue peeking out between his lips. Oh, he’s evil.

His hand keeps moving until Sett is crying, until his throat is raw from his pathetic sobbing, wriggling beneath Aphelios’ iron hold.

But he doesn’t safeword, doesn’t let go of his wrist.

Finally, finally, Aphelios releases him and Sett can’t stop himself flopping to the ground with a heavy thud, panting and gasping for precious air. He’s quaking violently now, every muscle aching from strain.

His vision is blurred, everything hurts, he’s pretty sure he’s landed partially in his own spend. He’s so cold, reality feels so distant and alien.

He’s not even sure where Aphelios has gone, not even the vague notion of where he could be in the small room. Sett wracks his brain, pure mush, trying to recall what he’d put down for aftercare-

“I won’t need anythin’,” he’d said to K’Sante.

“You just want him to leave you there after? Not even a pat on the head?”

“Why not? I can take a beatin’, no problem.”

He hadn’t understood K’Sante’s insistence at the time but right now? Crumpled on the ground, shaking and nauseous?

This sucks, it sucks so hard. He feels like he’s about to puke-

There’s a quiet sound beside him and he looks up as Aphelios sits beside him, cross-legged, watching intently for a few long seconds.

Then he opens his arms. An invitation, one Sett takes with embarrassing haste. He can’t quite get upright, so shuffles across the floor until he can rest his head in Aphelios’ lap, a torn breath ripping from his chest and pittering into a sob. Aphelios only strokes his hair, his other hand reaching downward, curling around his shoulders. Sett’s arms snake around Aphelios’ waist, clinging to him like a lifeline.

If it bothers him, Aphelios doesn’t make it obvious.

He leans down, curling around him almost protectively, like nothing in the world could touch him as long as Aphelios was there. And in the back of his lucid mind, he honestly believes it.

Slowly, very slowly, Sett starts to ground himself, the little coil he’s wound himself up into finally starting to loosen. He blinks a few times, then reality crashes back into him.

“Fuck,” he says, shooting up to a sitting position. How he doesn’t headbutt Aphelios on the way up, he has no idea. “I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

Aphelios smiles. A little thing, a barely-there twitch of his lips, but it utterly bewitches Sett in an instant. His heart feels ready to burst from his chest.

“Do you feel any better?” he asks.

“Yeah! Yeah… Tired.”

Aphelios snorts. “That’s pretty standard.”

He moves closer, carefully guiding Sett to lean against him again. Sett’s head ends up on his shoulder, kneeling before him as Aphelios strokes through his hair. He drifts, sluggish and heavy, kinda like how he feels after too long a workout.

“Hey, wait- wait,” Sett blurts out, “I didn’t get you off.” He reaches out with his lead hands-

Aphelios catches them and jerks back, eyes wide, manic almost. Sett recoils.

“Shit, I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. You don’t have to.”

“You sure? I’m more than happy to!” I really want to, please let me-

Aphelios only smiles. “That’s very sweet of you, but it’s fine, really.” Then after a pause, he adds, “maybe next time?”

Sett’s ears perk and his tail wiggles. “Next time?”

“Sure, if you’re up for another round.”

“I can handle anything you throw at me, boss.”

A mischievous smirk spreads over his features. “Be careful what you wish for.”

Sett looks around for his clothes, tries to stand- and crumples. Aphelios is there to ensure he doesn’t smash his knees but Sett is more astonished that he can handle the weight without even a stagger.

It does feel a little embarrassing, being led over to the bench and having his clothes handed over like he’s totally shitfaced, but it’s kinda nice being taken care of.

Aphelios makes certain he isn’t going to slump over, then passes him the water bottle from the table. While Sett sips, he signs,

“Let me call you a cab.”

“Nah, it’s fine, I can-”

“I insist.”

Maybe he’s just too goddamn tired, but Sett feels he doesn’t have much room to argue back.

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flannelepicurean · 10 months ago

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Just sittin' here having a thought about Teen Gohan sneaking off to do some training with Uncle Raditz for Incredibly Complicated AU Reasons, and putting a little too much WHAM on the ol' KA-BLAM one good time, and then he's having a panic attack because Uncle Raditz is concussed as all goddamn fuck.

And he calls Bulma, because she'll know what to do, right? She's used to patching up Saiyans, she's been doing it for years. And more importantly, when Uncle Raditz stops slurring that it's gonna be fine, calm down, and goes, "Oh, hey 🥴😵‍💫," and Gohan goes, "Please don't tell my mom...🥺" Bulma puts her game face on and starts handling things.

And when Bulma tells Gohan it's gonna be fine, and he can calm down, he believes her. But when she says his dad's coming over to help keep an eye on Uncle Raditz, Gohan un-calms a little bit. It's Incredibly Complicated.

But Bulma impresses on him that somebody's gotta watch Raditz and make sure he's okay until he quits being loopy and all manner of other stuff they gotta watch out for, and she can't do it 24/7, and neither can he. And since Vegeta and Nappa are elsewhere, dealing with A Different Plot Point, their options for people who are going to respect Gohan's privacy are a little thin. And it might not be a bad idea to have a very mature reflection on the whole idea of secrets and consequences and fallout on other people? Maybe? At some point? Regardless of how he feels about his dad.

And Gohan has to Deal With Some Things. And when Uncle Raditz is less loopy, Gohan tries to apologize, but Raditz is having none of it. He's kinda proud of Gohan, although he understands how uncomfortable Gohan is about the whole combat thing. And he says something he probably shouldn't, about how he had it coming anyway. Reaching back on a long implication about how they came into each other's lives.

And Gohan is having none of it. He doesn't care about that anymore. This is Uncle Raditz; don't say dumb shit like that, Uncle Raditz. Gohan has a big ol' wrangle with his feelings and says he couldn't live with himself if he REALLY hurt Raditz. And they both sit there, kinda floored and heartbroken about it for Incredibly Complicated Reasons.

And Uncle Raditz tells Gohan he's gonna have to go back to his dad to train, and keep it up regular, if he wants to keep going. They both know he's way too powerful for Raditz to really teach him what he needs. Vegeta might could, but he's back and forth a lot. And if Gohan wants the control, and the discipline, to go with all that power, he's gotta make it up with his old man.

Gohan thinks about what Bulma said, about secrets, and consequences. He thinks about asking Uncle Raditz if he knew. But he doesn't. It doesn't matter. He knows the truth, if he thinks about it, and it doesn't matter anyway. Besides, he's got to make some important choices, and he needs a clear head. Or as much of one as he can get, these days.

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mymisfitsbabe · 1 year ago

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The other sides

****TRIGGER WARNING FOR Toxic behavior, threating tones, screaming matches***

*A Max and Billy bonding fic* *But lets face it, Billy is a dramatic shit and he lets his anger rule him*

“I just mopped the floor with Dustin!” Max said with an ear splitting grin plastered across her face as she rolled her window down. “You should have seen it! I lulled him into a false sense of security then,” She clapped her hands together, cupping them slightly so the sound she created boomed in the confined space of the car. “Wham! .K.O.”

Max laughed and rambled on about the game and how she wished everyone else had been there to see her demolish Dustin.

“Why was it just the little Harrington brat, where’s your boyfriend?” Billy asked in confusion as he drove them home from the arcade.

It was still early morning, Billy had woken up to Neil yelling at him to ‘go find your sister or else’. Lucky for him it was a Sunday, so that meant their parents would be at church for a few hours and they weren't due to be home till afternoon. Honestly Billy was surprised the arcade was open so early, and even more so that Max had just come right out when he’d honked for her.

“Henderson?” Max had corrected, looking at Billy like he’d just said the sky was green.

For a split second Billy didn't know what Max was talking about, but slowly his brain absorbed the information. “Wait, I thought that one was Steve's brother? The one with the hat, right?”

“What? No, that's Dustin Henderson, he’s an only child.” Max shrugged.

“Wait, then which brat is Harrington’s brother?” Billy asked, confused.

“Uh, no one. Steve and Dustin are just, like, best friends. That or Dustin has some really good dirt on Steve.” Max laughed.

That had all the alarms in Billy’s head going off. Billy slammed on the brakes, veering the car off to the shoulder of the road and throwing it in park. Billy glared at Max anger rolling off him so hard Max flinched in her seat.

“Why the fuck is he always hanging around you guys if he hasn’t got any siblings?” Billy yelled at her.

“H-he’s Dustin's friend!” Max had yelled back letting the shock fade into anger.

“No, Max, he’s not. No highschooler just hangs out with middle schoolers for fucking fun. Why was he there that night?” Billy demanded.

“I told you not to bring that up agai-”

“I'm not fucking joking, Max!” Billy snatched her arm and yanked her closer to him. “Why the fuck was Steve Harrington hanging out all alone with a bunch of fucking kids? I want the truth.”

“Fuck you!” She hissed at him. “I still have that bat you asshole!”

“Max, this is serious! I swear to you if you don't tell me the fucking truth I’m gonna take that bat and use it on him!” Billy hissed.

Max looked at him with so much horror on her face that it turned his stomach, but he didn't back down, didn't loosen his grip on her arm.

“He was protecting us!” Max growled through gritted teeth.

“What the hell does that mean?” Billy asked, letting her go.

“It's none of your business.” Max sneered.

“Not my-.” Billy scoffed. “If it involves you, then it's my goddamn business, Max.”

“I can't tell you!” Max screamed at him. “I can't tell you and you promised you wouldn't talk about that night ever again.”

“I’m going to rip his fucking head off!” Billy growled, clenching his jaw so tight it hurt as he started to shift the car back into drive.

“Wh- what are you doing?!” Max asked shifting in her seat as Billy pulled his car back onto the road.

Billy ignored her as he sped his way toward the Harrington house. Max watched the road with wide, fear filled eyes, her hair whipping around like flames in the wind. Billy could all but see the little hamster wheel in her head turning as she started to panic.

“Billy, please! Don’t do this!”

“Then just tell me why he was there!”

“I can't!” Max screamed at him.

“Why not?!” Billy yelled back at her, taking a turn a little too hard. “Did he tell you not to?!”

“Billy!” Max screeched, she scrambled to pull on her seat belt and Billy laughed feeling down right feral.

“You think I won't go to his house?” Billy yelled glaring over at Max as she clung to the seatbelt. “You think I won't break him?”

“You’re an asshole! He didn't do anything wrong! He was protecting us, I swear!” Max screamed at him, her face going red in splotches.

“Not good enough!” Billy growled slamming on the gas as he sped down Steve’s street.

“Billy, just stop, please! Just stop!” Max begged, grabbing his shoulder and yanking at him.

“Not a fucking chance.”

The tires screeched as Billy jerked the car into Steve’s driveway, he threw the car into park beside the beamer and started to get out of the car. Max wrapped her arms around his neck and yanked him back into the car, Billy choked, grabbing at her arms and trying to keep upright.

“Get offa me Max!” Billy yelled as he tried to slip from her grip.

“You can't do this, Billy! Steve didn't do anything wrong!”

“Then tell me what he did! Tell me why you can't talk about that night, what the fuck happened?!” Billy yelled as he struggled out of Max’s arms, he grabbed her thumbs and pried himself free.

“Billy! Billy, please! Please, I swear he was just protecting us!” Max fisted her hand in his shirt, bunching up the black tee shirt at his sleeve.

“Protecting you from what?! Huh? What the fuck is out there that's so goddamned bad that some random highschooler needs to protect you and a bunch of other middle schoolers ALONE in the middle of now where, at night, in FUCKING INDIANA!” Billy bellowed, his anger spilling over into fury.

“Billy,” Max whined, she looked around panic clear on her face. “I can’t tell you, I can’t, but I promi-”

“Max, there is no good fucking reason for grown man you ask you to keep things from me! Whatever he told you, is just some bullshit tactic to get you to trust him.”

“Wait…” Max’s face scrunched up in confusion, she stared at him for a moment in disbelief before cracking a smile.

“What?!” Max laughed, the sound so abrupt that it startled Billy. “You think Steve Harrington was trying to-” She couldn't finish the sentence she was laughing so hard.

“Then why was he there, Max! If he wasn't being a fucking creep why was he there, why did he lie and why the fuck can't you tell me?”

Max shook her head and wiped at her eyes. “I already told you,” She said as the laughter died down. “He was there to protect us, nothing else. Dustin kidnapped Steve cause he was the only one around, or something.” Max shrugged and put her hands up to show she had no idea.

“Steve went to go help Dustin because Nancy was pissed at him, or something, I didn't really pay attention to that part and Steve, kinda, just bonded with his captor. I don't know the whole story there.” Her face twisted into something close to nonchalants.

“The poor guy had no idea who I was. Dustin had no idea I was going to be there, Lucas invited me and Steve was just trying to keep us alive so Nancy didn't kill him.”

Billy looked at her in disbelief as she kept rambling on. “You snuck out of the house to… go do what?” Billy asked, confused.

“Well, Dustin found this… dog… and it killed his cat, we had told him the.. Dog wasn't safe and he hit it from us. So, when it turned out to be dangerous Dustin found Steve and Steve helped.”

“You,” Billy took a deep breath. “You went to go hunt down a feral dog?” Billy asked, anger so thick it shook his voice.

Max shrugged her shoulders. “Kinda….” She said, sinking into the seat.

“Hey guys..” Steve’s voice called from outside Max’s door.

Max startled, letting out a yelp and jerked away from the door. Billy flinched, he’d forgotten that they’d been parked in front of Steve’s house, forgotten that people could probably hear them yelling at each other, forgotten that Steve would be home and that he would definitely come out to investigate.

“What's going on?” Steve asked bending down to look into the car.

Billy’s mouth went suddenly dry, Steve was standing there in his pajamas, red plaid pants with a well fitted gray long sleeved shirt, his hair was messy and he looked amused.

“Billy thinks that you're a per-” Max started to say, a laugh clear in her voice.

Billy clapped a hand over her mouth and glared down at her, a clear warning on his face. Max’s eyes glowed with a wicked glee and Billy had just enough time to wonder what the hell she was up to when she stuck her tongue out and slobbered all over his hand.

“What the fuck, Mayfield?!” Billy screeched, jerking away from her and slinging saliva from his palm out his window.

Max laughed and Steve tried his best to hide the fact that he was laughing too.

“Oh, yeah. I heard.” Steve nodded his head and smiled wide. “Suddenly the scar on my face makes much more sense.” Steve said, humor clear in his voice.

Billy looked over at Steve, confused and slightly interested in seeing the scar he’d left on Steve’s freckle dotted skin.

“I'm making pancakes.” Steve said, looking at Max.

“Blueberry?!” Max shrieked a little too loud, lunging toward the door and grabbing the frame so tight her knuckles turned white.

“Yup, bacon too.” Steve had backed away from the car when Max had slammed herself into the door and he leaned back in when he answered. “The guys are on their way, if you wanna join us.”

Max opened the car door and started to get out of the car when Billy snatched her arm and pulled her back in.

“No fucking way are you going in there, Maxine.”

“Billy, come on! I’ve never had fresh pancakes, and blueberries are my favorite!”

“I don't give a shit!” Billy hissed as quietly as possible. “You are not going in there alone.”

“You can come in too, I’ve got plenty.” Steve said with a flat half forced smile.

Max beamed, and Billy withered, he really did not want to go inside Steve Harrington’s house.

“Over my dead body.” Billy muttered under his breath, but his grip loosened as he tried to picture what the inside of Harrington’s house looked like.

Max pulled free of his hold and bolted out of the car before Billy could grab her again, very nearly running Steve over on her way out. “Come on, Steve makes the best food. You’ll love it so much you hate it.” Max called back to Billy as she ran toward the house.

Steve watched Max run past him and shook his head, he looked over at Billy and shrugged putting his hands up in a ‘So, what are you going to do’ sort of way.

“Fuck,” Billy whispered to himself as he reluctantly got out of the car and followed Max inside.

The pancakes on his plate looked so good Billy wanted to scream, he wanted to throw the perfect plate of food across the room and stomp out of the homely house like a petulant child.

“Where are your parents?” Billy asked bitterly as he cut into the golden brown circles.

Steve frowned, he leaned back in his chair to look at something Billy couldn't see. “Japan.” Steve answered.

Billy looked up at Steve and frowned, his brows furrowing together. “What?”

“They have two more days in Japan, then they’ll be headed back this way.” Steve shrugged and settled back into his seat, picking up his fork to eat.

The first bite of food had Billy tossing the fork back down and groaning, he turned away from his food angry that it was that damn good.

“I told you so” Max said around a mouthful of food.

Steve laughed, he opened his mouth to say something when the front door crashed open and the sound of four preteen boys scrambling inside echoed through the house. Billy turned in his chair to look toward the noise.

“Close the door you animals!” Steve yelled as he got up from his seat.

The door slammed as Mike, Dustin, and Lucas rounded the corner and raced toward the kitchen. When they finally noticed Billy they all stopped, tripping over each other as they tried to give themselves as much space as they could from Billy, who couldn't help but smirk at them. Another kid came scurrying in a moment later and ran right past Billy.

“Will, Will,” The three huddled boys hissed looking after their friend.

The new kid turned toward them and gave them a look of confusion. “What? What's wrong?”

Billy turned to face the new kid, who in turn looked back at him.

“Oh, uh, sorry. I'm Will, nice to meet you.” The new kid walked over and put his hand out to shake.

Billy’s brows raised up and he scoffed, but put his hand out and shook Will’s without hesitation. “Billy. It's…” Billy looked over at Max for something, help maybe? “A pleasure.”

Will looked over his shoulder to Max then turned back to Billy, he slowly pulled his hand away and made an ‘O’ shape with his mouth.

“Ohh, Billy… Max’s brother.” Will said nervously scratching at his head. “I thought you looked familiar.”

Billy’s face crumpled up with confusion, one brow arching up as he put his elbow on the table and rested his chin on his fists. “Now, what do you mean by that?” Billy asked in an accusing manner.

“Will,” Steve interrupted.

“No, Harrington, let the kid talk.”

“I-I” Will looked around the room. “I’m Will Byers…”

“Oh,” Billy said, cocking his head to the side and taking another look at the kid.

“Well it's nice to finally meet you, since I missed you the last time I was at your house.” Billy frowned. “Where exactly were you, by the way. Cause it seems a little odd to me to invite all your friends over to your house then leave.”

“Alright, alright, foods getting cold guys.” Steve interrupted again, but was quickly ignored.

“I,” Will looked over his shoulder to Mike who shook his head, Billy glared over at the kid who stiffened and shrank back against his friends. “I have this condition. I sometimes get seizures… My mom had to take me to the hospital.”

“Really? How interesting. And why exactly was this guy there?” Billy tipped his head toward Steve. “He doesn't quite seem like the type of guy you’d be hanging out with.”

“He was there for Nancy.” Will answered quickly.

“Interesting, cause I didn't see Nancy at your house that night. Where was she?”

“She went with us to the hospital, my brother was really worried and she wanted to be there for him.”

Billy’s face turned up in mock surprise, he clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Well now that's a surprise since she was dating Steve at the time wasn't she?”

“That's enough. The kid was sick, he wasn't really in a position to know about everyone's love life, Hargrove.” Steve said sternly.

“Well then maybe you can fill me in on what the hell happened at the Byers house that night, since you’re such an integral part of this little group of middle school brats.” Billy shot back.

“It’s complicated.”

“I’m sure I can follow along.” Billy answered.

“Short story is Nancy dumped me while we were all at the Byers, Will got sick. I told Nancy to go with Jonathan because I could see she wanted to, she did. I stayed with the kids.” Steve shrugged trying for nonchalant, but his shoulders slumped a little too hard and his mouth twitched down into a frown.

Billy let the conversation drop, he glanced over at Max who was glaring daggers at him.

“Why’d you lie to me?” Billy asked, turning his eyes back to Steve.

“Because you’re kind of a dick. And I thought I was protecting Max.” Steve sighed with a shrug. “The way you barreled in the house and attacked Lucas, can you blame me?”

Billy turned to look at Lucas, the kid had gotten taller and he stood with his chin up, clearly showing that he wasn't intimidated by Billy.

“No. I guess I can’t. I would have hit me too.”

The boys were skittish at first, but it wasn't long before they were all talking over each other and shoveling a large quantity of food into their mouths. Billy watched them in disgust.

Once all the plates were cleared to the kitchen Steve started wiping down the table, Billy watched as each kid aside from Max started helping Steve clean up.

“It's your turn to wash, Max.” Dustin said, handing her a towel.

Billy’s eyes almost bulged from his head as he looked down at her in complete shock, anger once again settling into his features.

“Your turn? What the fuck, how many times have you been here?” Billy snapped.

“N-never! I swear!” Max said, putting her hands up. “Dustin brings Steve’s food to the AV club and the arcade sometimes but I’ve never been here before I promise.”

“I-it's her turn cause she’s new. She hasn't done dishes yet and we have, so it's her turn.” Dustin said, backing away from them.

“It’s true,” Steve said, stepping between Billy and Dustin. “This is Max’s first time over, and she’s only here today because you were with her.”

Billy looked into Steve’s eyes searching for any hit of a lie. With a heavy sigh Billy gently shoved Max toward the kitchen.

“You dry.” Billy muttered as he started arranging the dishes on the counter.

They’d made it halfway through washing the dishes before Billy growled in frustration, his hair kept falling into his face and he was angry at himself for not putting it up before he started. Using his shoulder, Billy pushed the curls from out of his eyes for the fifth time since they started.

“Here,” Max said as she stood on her toes and scooped his hair up into her hands.

Billy flinched, jerking away and glaring over his shoulder at her. “What the hell are you doing?” Billy hissed like she’d burned him.

“Oh, relax. I'm not going to mess up your hair. I'm just gonna put it up like when we wash the dishes at home.” Max rolled her eyes and went back to gathering all his hair up.

Looking around cautiously, Billy let her finish putting his hair up, she took a rubber band off one of her braided pigtails and used it to tie his hair in place.

“There, now you can stop growling like a feral dog at your hair.” Max snickered.

“Fuck off.” Billy muttered without any real bite to his words.

#stranger things #Max Mayfield #Billy Hargrove #Max and Billy Bonding moments #toxic behavior #Brother sister dynamic #steve harrington #Small amounts of Harringrove #harringrove

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ravenrambles6229 · 1 year ago

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Titanium Ninja actually kind of fucks, though

So I rewatched the last episode of season 3. A pretty mid season, right? Well that final episode fucks in all the ways that made my brain vibrate as a 12 year old. So let’s fucking go I need everyone to appreciate this episode.

First up, ninjas trapped in space. Alright. There’s already no solution to this that isn’t bullshit, so just make it cool. Well, I like that they had to use their abilities and knowledge to make the ship instead of tornado of creation-ing it. Really shows how much they’re capable of when they work together!

“How we holding up?” “Bubblegum and a wish!” As they fucking send it. What a legendary line. It burned itself into my brain for years to come and is a part of my standard lexicon.

“Hasn’t Ninjago suffered enough already?” She asks, on season 3 out of what is now 17.

Overlord’s face is kinda silly but the mech honestly kinda slaps.

“My heart has reached critical mass, it appears my unlimited energy is in fact limited!” “Critical mass? You mean it’s gonna blow up?” “Don’t worry about me!” AHJGHSJKG See kids, this is what we call foreshadowing.

Okay but seriously, now that they’re in the atmosphere, they use their elemental powers to shield themselves as they come in from from orbit like goddamn meteors. Is it bullshit? Yes. Do I care? Absolutely the fuck not.

Skales saying they can’t help the people of Ninjago then doing it anyway? Love him for that. Because he presumably sees the ninjas and is like “ugh these fuckers again. Well if they did it once-”

The city recognizing the ninja as they plummet towards the earth as multicolored meteors? There had better be folk songs about this. I’m surprised there isn’t a church. Saviors from the stars here to kill Satan.

Man, people still getting a haircut as the Overlord attacks. Frickin iconic. No wonder people handled season 9 so well.

Pixal on her lil bike.

Also the ninja being caught by their vehicles. Does it make sense? Not really. But the animation for it is cool so once again, I am fully on board.

“A few parachutes would have been nice!” “Friends and family make a good substitute!” Fuck, I love Kai so much.

City fortress. Cloaked in blacks and reds in a dusky sky. What a sick image.

The fact that they were prepared to throw hands with the Overlord even before Borg came to them with a solution. These lil heroes I love them so much.

Lloyd biking through a hole in a window while Cole just WHAM. I love them both so much.

“Go back, and our probability of making it to the temple exponentially diminishes!” “This isn’t about numbers, Zane! It’s about family!” AAAGH the fact that that line came from Kai! Also, foreshadowing!

Cole whooping even as he’s running from certain doom, what an icon.

Lol the ancient seal of the temple being helped by a convenient barrier.

“Let me get this straight, you want us to get close to a guy with armor that, with one touch, will make us toast, and you want us to give him a pill?” “Precisely!” Oh Borg, never change. Unironically my favorite side character, I love this genius idiot so much. He’s just like “well if anyone can do it, it’s you lunatics” and it still feels like pot calling kettle black.

Zane offering his armor to Pixal!!! I love him! Even though he’s so big on probability, he’s so willing to give up his own safety for others!

“I shall see you again.” AAGH

Magic armor toysets!!

The ninja ninja-ing over rooftops will never not make my brain whir.

Okay the golden spiderweb thing goes kinda hard as a villain aesthetic, though. Great way to make the normally heroic golden colors look all evil!

That shot of the ninja, these tiny lil dudes, against this giant evil robot kicks so much ass though.

“Then attack the people.” Holy SHIT Pythor! What a dick move! And the fact that its his former second-in-command that comes to offer the people refuge is so good!

“That was ALL YOU’VE GOT!?” It sure was, but these ninjas are the masters of asspulls so watch yourself.

Okay now we’re getting to the scene. The scene. One of the best scenes in the show, and I am prepared to die on this hill. Actually, I’m prepared to kill on this hill. Because this scene is just fantastic, and has stuck with me vividly for years, even after I fell off the show back around season seven. If you had come up to 16-year-old Raven and told her to quote this scene, she probably could have done so.

“Support me friends, for one last time.” Never does Zane ever think of this as anything less than a group effort. Even here, he’s asking for their support! And they do what little they can!

Then this GOAT just fuckin grabs the armor and demands “Let! My! Friends! Go!” His voice cracking, as the music swells! The way he’s writhing makes him look like he’s in genuine agony but pushing through it anyway!

“Go where, doomed ninja?”

Then they show his fucking heartbeat! It’s robotic, but also very much so a human pulse! Because Zane is as alive as anyone! Then his faceplate falls off!

And you can see the Overlord’s expression change here as he starts running calculations, getting worried!

“The golden weapons are too powerful for you to behold! Your survival chance is ZERO!” “This isn’t about numbers. It’s about family!” What can I even say about this exchange? First of all, the Overlord is appealing to Zane’s survival, rather than his chance of SUCCESS. In all likelihood, he KNOWS that Zane is a threat right now, because that robot is channeling the power of his own armor. But Zane is not swayed by his own chance of survival.

Killing the moment a bit, looks like Zane is programmed in some wacky ass C++. Wonder if Dr. Julien could help me with my Arduino homework. Never was good with stepper motors. Anyway back to drama.

Then the ninja desperately wondering why Zane isn’t letting go, but Wu realizes. “He’s protecting us!”

“I! Am! A Nindroid! And Ninja! Never quit! Go ninja, Go!” There’s so much here. It’s like when he found his true potential on an infinitely larger scale. The Overlord will not hurt his friends, because he knows who he is: A nindroid that never quits, built to protect those who cannot protect themselves.

Also, “Go ninja, go!” Amazing how the addition of one extra “go” completely changes the mood. It sounds desperate, like he’s telling himself to go, to take the plunge, to give everything up, and he DOES that.

Then he just. Fuckin. Goes. What I imagine is happening here is that he is directly powering himself with the golden armor, channeling the Overlord’s golden power THROUGH his heart to boost his own elemental power. Completely frying himself in the process, but able to literally produce the power to kill Satan.

“No Zane! No!” It being Jay, the one often considered the meek one, to be the first to run after Zane. As Wu has to force them all away, because he can’t lose all his ninja.

Then. The music change. The MUSIC CHANGE. This song. Let me tell you something. I just recently got back into Ninjago. And I was getting caught up on what I missed. Well, I was listening to a music compilation, and suddenly, this song started playing. I Ratatouilled so hard, y’all. I had a flashback to Zane having flashbacks, because this music is absolutely stunning.

His heartbeat plays over the music. The sounds of the fight fade away. As he recounts his time with his brothers. His time meeting his father again, even if it was for only a few short months.

“There’s something special about you Zane.” Cut to Pixal. Then cut to him smiling.

“I know who I am!”

“You were built to protect those who cannot protect themselves.” That’s it. That is the microcosm of Zane’s character. He protects people. He protects his family. And Zane can die happily if it means he has fulfilled that directive.

As he flatlines. Holy hell. I cannot stress enough the impact this had on me as a child.

One final (for now) NOOOOO from the Overlord, then it’s all quiet. The tower light goes out. The manhole freezes over. The robots break. It’s eerily soft compared to what was just happening. Like a single, soft exhale of breath.

Kai looks at a damaged “New Ninjago City” sign. This is symbolism.

And Cole finds a piece of Zane’s body! Is this the only surviving piece? It must be, and that’s devastating! Granted, a kids show probably can’t show what is essentially a corpse, but they don’t even have anything to bury!

Him comforting Nya as she starts to sob. Jay just looking away softly. And Borg. “I used to think technology would be the answer to all of our problems.”

Then it cuts to the memorial.

“Then I saw technology invent new problems. Devastating problems. And then, a Nindroid named Zane saved us all. He was the perfect balance between us and technology.” And nothing encapsulates that better than the heartbeat from a few seconds ago. The heartbeat of a human contained in a machine.

“Technology can improve our lives, but so can people.” The fact that they don’t fully demonize technology, which would be hypocritical seeing as Zane is technology. Instead, it’s all about balance!

“Our city will find its way again, but this time, with Zane as our compass.” Couple things here. First off. That this takes place in a park rather than an urban sprawl. Second, that the photo of Zane is of his season 1 outfit is nice! And that they’re going to look to Zane as an example of what technology should be.

And Zane gets a statue! I love this a lot. I love that it shows up in later seasons. Later on, Zane says he doesn’t need a statue. But it’s not even just about Zane, it’s for the people to remember Zane and his sacrifice by. To remember the mistakes that he fixed so that they don’t repeat them. The Titanium Ninja, a strong metal to act as a foundation for their future. It’s not complex symbolism, but it’s still extremely effective! No wonder I lost my mind at age 12.

Then his falcon sits on his shoulder, with the leitmotif playing! Agh! Just stab me in the heart already, show!

“So, what happens after this?” “I don’t know.” “And I don’t care. Today’s about Zane.” I have a lot of thoughts about this. First up, Jay completely not acknowledging the love triangle right now. He doesn’t care about that, because today IS about Zane. It’s so humanizing. And next up, we know what happens after this. In their grief, the ninja fracture. It’s tragic, but they’re all so devastated by their grief that they don’t know how to carry on together. This is a recurring thing in the show. When Nya becomes the sea, the team splits up. When Lloyd thought his friends died in Sons of Garmadon, he nearly gave up everything. For better or worse, these ninja need each other, they are a very tight-knit family. I wonder if the new series can touch on how they deal with being separated from each other on longer terms. Either way, this family loves each other so much, and I love that,

Kai being the one to give a eulogy. Literally I could type out that entire speech and point to line after line just being like Look! Look at this line! It’s amazingly eloquent, especially coming from Kai. Out of all the ninja, he’s always been the most family-oriented. He’s powered by brotherhood, and Zane continues to power him. We see this in season 4, when he visits Zane’s statue, that he still thinks about Zane every single day, still looking to him for guidance. He has so much love and respect for his family, but also can’t cope with yet another loss in his life.

Wu blinking rapidly as he ducks his head!! Dude is holding back tears big time.

.Dareth sobbing! He loves those funky ninjas too!

“Ninja never quit, and ninja will never be forgotten! Wherever you are Zane, you’ll always be one of us.” As it STARTS TO SNOW! AGH! This is so good!

All of Zane’s flashbacks before it’s revealed that he lived on in the Digiverse! At least before Ronin stole him, lol. Well either way, Pixal moving from grief to hope as she realizes he’s alive! Holy shit! I’d like to draw attention to her speech from crystallized. “Long ago, in a different battle, you gave up half your power source to save my life. Ever since that moment, I felt things I’ve never felt before. I felt love. For you.” Pairing these two moments together just... It hits so hard.

Then the fucking MUSIC. The FUCKING MUSIC! It is triumphant and glorious and a CELEBRATION.

“Are we compatible now?” Holy hell, what an ending.

No wonder this did irreparable damage to my brain chemistry. No wonder I was never normal again. This absolutely DESTROYED me as a kid, and I think it still holds up as one of the most emotionally impactful series of scenes in the show. The beginning is really awesome, the fights are fun, the characterization is stellar, and the death scene is damn near flawless. Is the episode nonsensical and a bit meandering at times? Well, yes, it is. The entire season is all over the place. But this episode still works SO well. I’d say it’s probably top five, easy.

It was something I never considered possible, as a kid. This is coming off season 2, which was pretty Lloyd-centric. I never thought we’d get such an amazing tribute to my, at the time, favorite character. I never thought he’d get such a moment in the spotlight to be as amazing as he was. Granted, he’s since had PLENTY of deaths to call his own, but this one remains the most impactful to me. This was the first death to REALLY be a death and to REALLY hit home. The only deaths that I’d say even come close are Nya’s death in Skybound (since she didn’t really die in Seabound) and Morro’s death for how brutal it is. Nya becoming the sea was also really good, though, with a beautiful funeral. But this one just...

The Titanium Ninja was a revolution for me as a kid. I had adored this show since the pilot. I had kept up religiously since the pilot. But this was the moment that the show went to a whole different level. And honestly, I think it holds up. Ninjago has a list of issues a mile long. But I just want to celebrate for a moment this episode, and everything it does so, so well.

Anyway, that’s my rant about an episode that I really love. I may do this again with episodes like Son of Lily. Because I love this stupid little show so much, guys. I grew up with it, and its always been a big part of my life. Episode 7, Tick Tock, was like, the biggest plot twist of the universe to me as a kid. It was what made Zane my favorite character, and got me so invested in him in the first place. To see Ninjago use that to make a genuinely fantastic character arc, then to use that as the foundation for the fourth season, was absolutely brilliant, and my life is genuinely better for having gotten to enjoy such a show as a kid and now as an adult. This show isn’t some life-changing revolution, but it makes me so happy, and I hope this rant helps illuminate a little bit of why.

#ninjago #ninjago masters of spinjitzu #ninjago rebooted #ninjago season 3 #zane julien #zane ninjago #titanium ninja #the titanium ninja #yall i love this show so much #even when it hurts me #looking at you season 5

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tahitiwoke · 2 years ago

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@vlyuvdova

natasha sweeps his legs clean out from under him after a short swift jab to his neck that just turns into an all out clock right in the face -- it catches him off guard in a way he doesn't anticipate and WHAM.

he's breathless, winded, taken out by the force of her unbridled strength and the solid concrete of the floor where he's accidentally (maybe?) missed the mat. his ribs hurt. his back hurts. his hip hurts. he is starkly reminded that he's closer to forty than thirty. roman, she says. he's not my son.

" roman. " phil says dumbly, his tongue swelling in his mouth and blood from a cut on the inside of his cheek pissing out the corner. phil has been careful. he had made sure to change the boy's name, clear his records, he had traced his origins as far back as he possibly could and got rid of any trace, any chance, any fucking possibility of him being found. he had kept it all so carefully tied up in bureaucracy and red tape and hidden encryption -- fuck, he'd wrote the goddamn code. roman was safe. roman had to be safe. " -- how do you know about roman? "

#vlyuvdova #:(#beta #V || MY HEART IS A VALLEY ( SHALLOW & MAN MADE )

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tsuki-sennin · 2 years ago

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Don Don! Donbrothers! All together as one! For a (technically) one hour special! The music? Bumpin'. The venue? Jirou's home village. The people invited? Everybody. The Sentai? Quite super. The guest of honor? You, of course! You know the Spoilers, I guess... spiel, right?

Alright, no more time to waste~!

So let's get the party started~!

-Well, we're all friends now!

-Tsubasa-san! Welcome to the team! Officially!

-Inu-san~!

-I sure hope they keep that little doggo plush around, it's practically part of the family.

-Ahhhhhh, looks like Shiina Naoki's caught Tsubasa's interest.

-...to be fair, both he and Sononi almost died protecting her.

-"It's all in the book."

-Goddamn Haruka, what did you find?

-God, I'm gonna miss attempting to dance and sing along to this banger-ass opening <3

-Alright assholes!

-Kaka Village?

-Ohhhhh, Tsubasa's learned something.

-Oh, Tsuyoshi. I kinda forgot about you for a sec.

-...which is horrifying, you're absolutely not someone I should let slip my notice.

-She disappeared!

-She's alive!

-Juuto!

-I just love the idea that Haruka and Shinichi are just off to the side where.

-It's basically that one meme. I forget the origin, but it goes like

"Other legends: *fighting*

Lugia and Ho-Oh: Off to the corner, holding a couple beers as Lugia looks confuzzled."

-You'll find it, don't worry about it.

-Oh Tsuyoshi.

-Shinichi, I don't think Tsubasa wants to hear about falling snow after what happened last episode.

-Goddamn, Crane Lady's badass.

-"What in tarnation?"

-A bunch of stray cats trying to pounce on a bird? Sounds about right.

-"It's your clan's fault for creating us."

-Guess Tarou recognizes the dishonesty in

-Goddamn Crane Lady, you're real menacing.

-Oi, you keep that moon talk outta your mouth. Taro's boyfriend

-"My Dad, my super cute girlfriend, all my funny friends... you'll love it there <3"

-Jirou, you ray of sunshine.

-I see... I suppose Naoki Shiina was doing her damnedest to warn us for the mainline Haruka's sake.

-The fridge.

-Get the girl outta there.

-Noto-vator.

Sonoza: How did this happen? We're smarter than this! Sonoi: Apparently not.

-Oh Sononi...

-The bonds they made... they got them so hard.

-The Ring of Forgiveness!

-Are they just... playing on a public elevator?

-This is like a ghost town, huh?

-Beasts lurk in the quiet place.

-I love Jirou's half Naruto Run there, that's cute.

-...would it be considered a Boruto Jog? ...Himawari Power Walk?

-The fridge.

-If Jirou's girlfriend is in there, I'm gonna scream.

-Okay, she ain't.

-Produce, juice, a... comic sans labeled carton of Shallon...

-Nothing outta the ordinary, I'd assume.

-You can expect a lot of this kinda problem solving, Tsubasa.

-Kinda cranky today, aren't we?

-"I mean... going in the fridge seems like a good idea?"

-"...y'know what, I agree."

-Slammed in!

-Oh!

-Hello, Officer Terasaki!

-Er... this isn't what it looks like, we're just looking to exorcise your fridge of demons.

-We're friends kinda with your son.

-Oh my god, Sonoza's humming the theme, my boooy

-Ah, you must be the big man..

-Sono... Sonoroku? Changerion! I really oughta watch that sometime, huh?

-And the other one! Sonogo! The National Kid!

-Rip in spaghetti.

-Delicious!

-Foofd

-"This guy's a shef...like me."

-Jirou friend :)

-Penguin.

-Man, I remember seeing everybody freaking the fuck out about an origami penguin, but only in a show like this would seeing it be an earthshattering wham shot.

-Okay, Papa Terasaki seems to be friendly enough, at least.

-This is the first date, pops! You shouldn't ask for a backrub so soon without at least a couple thousand yen on you.

-Tarou?

-Inoue, do you have something you'd like to tell us?

-I suppose this man's been keeping us from an all-out Juto invasion.

-Ohhhh... Jirou's a successor...

-"We are. But our templates aren't."

-Holy shit, that is distressing.

-Hundred years!?

-Jesus, how old is that cop?

-I see his Natsumi sense is clouding his judgement.

-Man, these places are so pretty.

-I see Tsubasa's

-Don Dragoku!

-He's here!

-And of course! Tsuyoshi becomes a brand new Hitotsu-ki! Not many left at all, but I'm not quite sure which one he is. Seems very animalistic.

-Jirou's friends! ...with the revelation of Papa Terasaki, I'm now extremely suspicious of them, but that's okay!

-They all seem to be illusions anyhow!

-...very sad, actually.

-OH GOD

-Jesus, this is messed up.

-Seems like Shinichi's on the ball.

-Oh, he's big!

-Don Onitaijinless!

-"Fuck you man, I'll do it. You leave Jirou alone."

-...I wonder if Higuchi-san actually ate that paper?

-Oh hi, Sonoi!

-Guess he's got his duty to worry about now!

-Ohhhhhh, that's not good.

-Don Onitaijin! All on his own!

-...wait a fucking second, those are the KingOhger bugs!

-Animal Heart, okay! Hyakuujuu-ki!

-God Kuwagata!

-Hail to the king, baby!

-Oh fuck!

-Sonoshi!

-They're doin' it!

-Kijino's fucking gone!

-The pheasant's dead!

-Next episode!

-What is your dream, Momoi Tarou?

-Well Tsubasa, your first official mission as a Donbrother ended as a total failure.

-The evil Noto!

-We gonna die!

-"Oh Jesus Christ, Tarou's gone."

-Okay Tsubasa, I think you need to back up a little bit.

-Last time you were this aggressive about one of your male friends in a relationship, you were thrown in jail.

-...I gotta wonder, is Tiger Jirou a

-I see the Juto are fighting over who gets to be the Don.

-"You're awake, huh? You done fucked up."

-Oh, we dead for sure.

-There he is.

-Jutotaro.

-Uhhh, was it a smart idea to hang out in the place you were just kicked out of?

-Alright, no need to mug the camera!

-Sonoshi seems especially happy to get this manhunt on the roll. Good for them, I guess.

-Hello, Don Kaito.

-Can we keep these autistic kids we found on the street?

-Oh man... Kijino's really gone.

-"Tell me, Monkey Man. Where is my boyfriend?"

-"And mine, more importantly!"

-Tell me Don Kaito, are you a penguin too?

-Kinda got the suit for it.

-"Oh man, what if Tarou finds out...?"

-Shinichi, you seemed perfectly happy to fraternize with Sononi in the past. ...or at least, attempt very poorly to.

-"Tell me, Haiku Boy!"

Limited words, no rhymes...

Agh, no, wait! I can't do that!

Nice try there, Missy!

-"Well, if you pay the monkey, he'll like you."

-I guess Tsubasa's decided to play along.

-...though his acting experience seems to be of little help for this kind of role.

-"Okay, so like... are you sure this Natsumiho lady is even real? What if you got tricked by a Juto!? Honestly Tsubasa, I'm really worried about your well-being."

-There he is.

-Momoi Tarou.

-Oh he skates!

-Delivery time.

-"Oh Goddammit what do I do..."

-...

-OHHHHHHH

-"Can we give them our allowance?"

-They're really a bunch of kids, huh?

-I know I've been using the parallels with autism kinda jokingly, but like...

-Damn, I feel this in my soul...

-Poor shaming!

-Seems like Sonoroku really wants to smash the crap out of them.

-Gotta find the ring!

-Constant full moon!

-Jirou :(

-You were so lonely for so long, huh buddy?

-Looks like that penguin's not nearly as polite as Papa Terasaki.

-Oh hello, Crane Lady!

-Damn! Big slap!

-See you around, Crane Lady.

-Always despair.

-The Don Clan just fucks up constantly, huh?

-"It was just us, Jirou. It was always just us."

-Fuck, man...

-The moon's always bright and full.

-Ohhhh... he got in there!

-The reflection!

-Wheeeee!

-Seems like the origami cats are much friendlier.

-You fuckin' played them.

-Natsumiiii

-And here comes Sonoi!

-Sonoi :)

-OH MY GOD HE FREED THEM ALL

-Guess Don Momotaro has come into his own.

-Thanks, your lunacy.

-The ring...

-Well!

-Everybody's back on earth now!

-Shinichi you were staring at fucking clouds

-Sonoi's pretty good at taking two at once, I see.

-Sonoshi seems pretty okay with this

-Yoppy! From all the way back in Episode 1!

-Welcome back, Kijino.

-I suppose the weight of loss weighed heavy on the Tiger and the Dragon.

-Jirou...

-Good job, Don Momotaro!

-Ohhhh, Crane Lady's dead meat.

-Welp. I suppose it's time to fight on.

-Avatar Change!

-It's time~!

-We're all besties now~!

-Hot time, Donbrothers!

-...the Noto bosses seem rather... happy, considering we're all technically their enemies now.

-No more dreams for tonight. Natsumi Kuramochi has woken up, and is ready to watch the morning sunrise.

-Miho Kijino died as she lived. Surrounded by her husband's desperate affection, yet floats down the river alone with only her love for humanity left.

-...Man, Momoko Arata, your performances of this extremely bizarre and fascinating couple of characters is not something I can forget easy. Bravissima.

#avataro sentai donbrothers #donbrothers spoilers #donbrothers #don! don! it's a full force peachy festival!#super sentai

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dxisiesdukes · 2 years ago

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what’s a song you can put on repeat & never get tired of ?

7 rings ariana grande - “and my receipts be lookin’ like phone numbers. if ain’t money, then wrong number. black card is my business card, the way it be setting the tone for me. i don’t mean to brag, but i be like, ‘put it in the bag’, yeah. when you see them racks, they stack up, like my ass, yeah. shoot! go from the store to the booth, make it all back in one loop, give me the loot. nevermind i got the juice, nothin’ but net when we shoot. look at my neck, look at my jet. ain’t got enough money to pay me respect. ain’t no budget when i’m on the set, if i like then that’s what i get, yeah.”

a song that instantly lifts your mood when you’re sad

lovesick girls braveheart - “no love letters, no x and o’s. no love never, my exes know. no diamond rings, that’s set in stone. to left, better left alone. didn’t wanna be a princess, i’m priceless, a prince not even on my list. if love is a drug, then i quit. no doctor can help when i’m lovesick.”

your favorite song from your all-time favorite artist

honeymoon avenue ariana grande - “baby you know how to drive in rain, and you decided not to make a change. stuck in the same old lane, going in the wrong way home. i feel like my heart is stuck in bumper to bumper traffic, i’m under, pressure cause i can’t have you the way that i want, let’s just go back to the way it was. when we were on honey moon avenue…baby, coasting like crazy, let’s just go back to the way it was.”

a song that inspires or motivates you

fall in line christina aguilera x demi lovato - “all the youth in the world will not save you from growing older. and, all the truth in a girl is too precious to be stolen from her. it’s just the way it is, and maybe it’s never gonna change, but i got a mind and so much strength and i got a right to speak my mind. and i’m gonna pay for this, they’re gonna burn me at the stake. but i got a fire in my veins, i wasn’t made to fall in line.”

what’s a song that reminds you of someone ?

the only exception paramore - “when i was younger i saw, my daddy cry and curse at the wind. he broke is own heart and i watched, as he tried to reassemble it. and my mother swore she would, never let herself forget. and that was the day that i promised, to never sing of love, if it does not exist. but darling you are, the only exception.”

the song that gets you in the mood to party

lifted cl - “h-u-f-f, huff and i puff. blow like snow when the cold wind’s blowing. zoom, i hit the mic like boom. wrote i song about it, like to hear it? here it goes, ‘style will hit you, wham, then goddamn. you’ll be like “oh shit that’s the jam.” turn it up, now hear me get buck wild, wild, i’m about to blow light me up.’ upside, downside, inside outside, hittin’ you from every angle, there’s no doubt. poetry in motion, coast to coastin’. rub it in your skin like lotion, lotion.”

your guilty pleasure

love is a battlefield pat benatar - “we are young, heartache to heartache, we stand. no promises, no demands, love is a battlefield. we are stong, no one can tell us we’re wrong. searching our hearts for so long. both of us knowing, love is a battlefield.”

a song that’s out of your typical music preference

fun! estella fromis_9 “a week goes round and round. it’s too boring, tomorrow will be just like today. is there anything fun to do? what about there? in my imagination, i’m ariana grande,but someone might say, “what’s wrong with her?”

what do you listen to when you’re in love ?

la vie en rose daniela andrade - “hold me close and hold me fast, this magic spell you cast, this is la vie en rose. when you kiss me, heaven sighs. and though i close my eyes, i see la vie en rose. when you press me to your heart, i’m in a world apart, a world where roses bloom. and when you speak angels sing from above, everyday words seem to turn into love songs.”

do you have song you’ve listened to all your childhood ?

girls just wanna have fun cyndi lauper - “i come home in the morning light, my mother says “when you gonna get your life right?” oh, mama dear we’re not the fortunate ones, and girls they wanna have fun. oh, girls just wanna have fun.”

is there a song your parent/sibling/friend/etc. introduced you to that you love ?

deep summer walker - “trust me, trust me. i don’t like being alone. thinking ‘bout ringing your line. i wish you would come home, but i’m just tryna balance my space, i’m just tryna protect my space, oh. i don’t really need the pain, but i love to feel the pain. maybe i could use a break, so we just might have to wait.”

a song you didn’t expect to like

music for a sushi restaurant harry styles - “green eyes, fried rice, i could cook an egg on you. late night, game time, coffee on the stove, yeah. you’re sweet, ice cream, but you could use a flake or two. blue bubblegum, twisted ‘round your tongue, i don’t want you to get lost, i want you to go broke, i want you.”

what song would be your ‘intro’ music ?

#1 the snake lana lubany - “bright yellow eyes, staring into my soul. singing sweet lullabies, while she measures my skull. turn off the lights, feel her rattle her bones. a big appetite, forcing me to let go.”

#2 daisy ashnikko - “you don’t wanna see me bratty. pet the kitty, call me catty. make your man call me daddy, he talk too much he’s too chatty. ceo i’m savvy, respect a b*tch i’m a maverick. flexible, so elastic, but don’t you dare bend a b*tch backwards.”

#3 dictator rei ami - “i am not your queen, i’m your dictator. bend a f*cking knee, b*tch that was an order. what you say to me? huh? b*tch speak louder, you know i reign supreme, nah you can’t imitate her.”

what song best represents your outward look — or your attitude towards life ?

#1 show and tell melanie martinez - “show and tell, i’m on display for all you fuckers to see. show and tell, harsh words if you don’t get a pic with me. buy and sell, like i’m a product of society. art don’t sell, unless you f*cked every authority.”

#2 midnight sky miley cyrus - “i was born to run, i don’t belong to anyone, oh no, i don’t need to be loved by you. fire in my lungs, can’t bite the devil on my tongue, oh no, i don’t need to be loved by you. see my lips, on her mouth, everybody's talking now baby. oh, you know it’s true. i was born to run, i don’t belong to anyone, oh no, i don’t need to be loved by you.”

#3 i don’t care ariana grande - “i used to cry, ‘bout some crazy sh*t before. i used to feel so obligated to be so much more. i used to let some people tell me, how to live and who to be, but if i can’t be me, then f*cks the point? uh, i don’t care about it any more.”

the song with your favorite lyrics

shake it out florence + the machine - “and i’m damned if i do, and i’m damned if i don’t. so here’s to drinks in the dark, at the end of my rope. and i’m ready to suffer, and i’m ready to hope. it’s a shot in the dark, and right at my throat.”

#♡♡. muse #infinite:task #infinite:task002

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