#Sing Along: Lyric Starter

[autumna-potentia]

"În codrul verde nu se mai pierde

Nu se mai vede urmă de cal

Pe la izvoare nu mai apare

Umbra călare a vreunui haiduc"

"Unde s-au dus când au apus

Anii de sus ai gloriei lor?

Unde-s pistoalele, unde-s pumnalele

Caii și flintele haiducilor?"

[shakingparadigm]

My Clematis seems to be rather well-known, like a starter song, almost. The children in the Anakt Garden have even been seen practicing it in a shot from ROUND 3.

(the lyrics below the staff read: O MAI CULEMATIS. SYM YEON E SO PIN HIMAN which seems to be a simplified English version of the song's Korean lyrics.)

It's familiar enough that Mizi, who caught Sua practicing it on her own, was able to sing along immediately despite this being their first proper meeting.

It would also make sense for Till and Ivan to sing this song (in quite an easy manner, considering the light-hearted banter and Till's casual tone of voice) if they had practiced it many times before.

And of course, as everyone has already pointed out, it's a song that has been registered onto karaoke machines.

It'd be fitting for a (presumably) starter song like My Clematis to be the opener for ALNST, the star of its very first round. Even better for it to be performed by two girls who encapsulate the song perfectly, even until its final lyrics.

An aspect of Mizi's childishness and innocence could be her love for this "starter" or "beginner" song. She loves My Clematis because she loves Sua, the first person she ever met singing (probably) the first song she was ever introduced to. A song that she associates with youth and early beginnings, just like her life "began" when she heard Sua sing all those years ago.

[bassettmemes]

10 MINUTE SONGS — lyric starters from kylie cantrall's 10 minute songs (volume 1) ep.

MASCARA.

"we used to be on top of the world, but now were slamming doors in the basement."

"you said I was forever your girl; i bet you say that to my replacement, baby."

"used to have a pink heart by your name..."

"all those little memories down the drain."

"this is the end of an era

"i had to tell the girl in the mirror 'dry your eyes, its all become clear.'"

"he's a waste of time and your mascara."

"so many wasted days, wastеd nights, worried i'd miss your call."

"i don't miss that at all."

"why are you back around? too late for crying now."

DEAR DIARY.

"my heart starts pounding out my chest, i feel it every time i read your text."

"your spotlight's burning out, give it a rest."

"had a shot, but too bad, you missed."

"i can't believe i used to wanna kiss your lips, but the texture of them changed after what you did."

"hitting up my friends, why do you pretend like you didn't?"

"so, where do i begin...?"

"dear diary, he's playing tricks with my head."

"i better write this down, so that i never forget."

"dear diary, he'll leave my heart in a mess."

"he did it once before, and he'll do it again."

"this chapters called "where i went wrong"."

"thinking i could trust you, that's my fault."

"and you can say you're sorry all you want, but you're only sorry you got caught."

HAPPY WITH YOURSELF.

"thought it was me on your mind from morning through the night."

"told myself there was no one else."

"i ignored all the signs, let my heart take the bribe."

"i could tell you only cared about yourself."

"so, how'd we end up here?"

"what we had, it disappeared."

"that's all you, cause now there's no more us,"

"and it's oh so crystal clear, when you're staring in the mirror, you're gonna see the one you really love."

"i hope you see that you're exactly where you should be; home, all alone."

"i was there for you, now i'm a ghost."

"and i hope that you're happy, but one day you'll see, that it's hard to be happy when you're not with me, baby."

PUT THE RECORD ON.

"my head is spinning ever since i got you in it."

"it's hard to admit it, but i think about your smile every minute.

"i'm waiting here for you, you said you'd be here soon, guess i better clean my room."

"all my friends, they know just how much i'm into you."

"so, before you say, "hello", you gotta help me set the mood."

"so, tell me what's your favorite song, imma put the record on tonight."

"so, go ahead and sing along, even if the words are wrong, it's alright."

"you're tapping on my door, my heart it hits the floor."

"we're so in harmony, even though you'rе singing all off key."

"it kinda feels like 'look at what you've done to me.'"

HEAD IN THE CLOUDS.

"when you hold my hand i can't pretend i don't feel a thing."

"even all my friends, they're all noticing i'm walking on air with you, boy."

"i don't know what i should do."

"it feels like i'm over the moon."

"don't think i'll be coming down anytime soon."

"don't know what you did boy, but i'm floating."

"'cause when i'm with you i can't keep my feet on the ground."

"don't want this to end, let's keep it going."

"i'm not coming down, my heads in the clouds."

"i'm not gonna lie, i'm so scared of heights, but with you i just might fall head over feet."

"i hope you'll be there to catch me."

"it's raining happy tears, oh, baby now that your here."

LIKE A MOVIE.

"we could just ride around all day

"let me set the perfect scene: one hand on the wheel, one hand on me."

"so fast we don't let time pass by, i don't even smoke, but i feel high."

"seen this on a screen, not in real life."

"oh, you got me falling hard."

"you know how to play the part."

"what you're doing to me; it feels just like a movie."

"and now were underneath the stars, out here dancing in the dark."

"i don't do this usually, it feels just like a movie."

"i don't even do this; telling еverybody were thе cutest."

"kissing in the pouring rain, don't that just sound so cliche? but honestly, i love it."

"you know it's the season, better cuff it."

"even if it's just pretend, happy is how this has to end."

[coveyssongbird]

open starter! - lucy gray baird

( any character ; crossovers ; oc's )

The melody had Lucy Gray on a string. Swaying back and forth, she was plunged into her element under the warm lights of the Hob. A couple sips of whiskey passed from the crowd made her bold and energetic, the good mood shared among the rest of the Covey. They always put on a good show for the weekends. Hard workers, she wasn't shy to say they were, even if it was just a bit of singing n' dancing. Tonight was special, though there wasn't a particular reason why.

She didn't need one. Lucy Gray Baird wasn't in the habit of looking a gift horse in the mouth. Instead, she chalked it up to her recent content. A hot July summer had bled into a more breezy and forgiving August. Though the feeling of warm sun on her skin was inimitable, she was happy for the break from feeling like a cookie baking down in an oven. 'sides from that, there were new people in her life, people she felt safe with. There was nothing more important to her than trust. She was careful with who she wanted to place it with, and had no qualms about taking it away just as quick. It was always appreciated when there was someone new around she could count to have her back.

The nightmares were another issue entirely, but even those had seemed to take pity and grant a minor solace. She'd had two peaceful nights in a row.

(Growth was growth! She swears.)

For a moment, she was almost envious of the crowd, dancing along with all their mirth. It was gone the second it crept around, as she was already focused on her lyrics, her message tonight. She was no stranger to hopping into the dance anyway, maybe later on when Maude Ivory stepped up to the mic instead. Only a matter of time until that girl took her place, Lucy Gray was positive. How proud she was of her little star. The song came to a round up, and she stepped back with a smile. After setting down her guitar, she opted for a bow, the others dipping right with her.

"Now, don't you worry, we'll be back up here real soon to sing you a couple more," She assured, voice cutting across the room with a honeyed drip. They'd usually take fifteen around this time. After her promises and temporary parting words, she slid from the stage, engaging in light conversation as she weaved towards the promising exit. With a dramatic inhale of the air, Lucy Gray Baird took up solace under the moonlight, soaking in her break.

[mintyisms]

Classic Christmas Song Starters

lyrics taken from popular christmas songs

You're as cuddly as a cactus.

I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree.

Last Christmas I gave you my heart, but the very next day you gave it away.

It doesn't show signs of stopping, and I've brought some corn for popping.

It's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you.

It's the most wonderful time of the year.

Later we'll have some pumpkin pie, and we'll do some caroling.

What a bright time, it's the right time to rock the night away.

When you walk down the street, say hello to friends you know and everyone you meet.

There's a tree in the Grand Hotel, one in the park as well.

On every street corner you'll hear silver bells.

Hang your stockings and say your prayers 'cause Santa Claus comes tonight.

Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree won't be the same, dear, if you're not here with me.

I'll wait up for you, dear.

From now on our troubles will be miles away.

In the meadow we can build a snowman.

Leave a peppermint stick for old St. Nick hanging on the Christmas tree.

There's no place like home for the holidays.

If you ever saw it you would even say it glows.

Everybody know a turkey and some mistletoe help to make the season bright.

Tidings of comfort and joy.

Strike the harp and join the chorus.

What fun it is to ride and sing a sleighing song tonight!

Shall I play for you on my drum?

Do you hear what I hear, ringing through the sky?

Good tiding for Christmas and a happy new year!

There must have been some magic in that old silk hat they found.

The world is your snowball for just a song. Get out and roll it along.

Maybe just half a drink more.

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas with every Christmas card I write.

[rottenmemes]

this must be the place (naive melody)—lyrics sentence starters.

some lines adjusted to fit; feel free to change pronouns, proper nouns, etc. as needed

home is where i want to be.

pick me up and turn me 'round.

i feel numb—born with a weak heart.

i guess i must be having fun.

the less we say about it, the better.

we'll make it up as we go along.

we've got our feet on the ground and our head in the sky.

it's okay, i know nothing's wrong.

i got plenty of time.

you've got light in your eyes.

you're standing here beside me.

i love the passing of time.

it's never for money—always for love.

just cover up and say goodnight.

i guess i'm already there.

i come home.

she lifted up her wings.

i guess that this must be the place.

i can't tell one from another.

did i find you or you find me?

there was a time—before we were born.

if someone asks, this is where i'll be.

we drift in and out.

sing into my mouth.

out of all those kinds of people—you got a face with a view.

i'm just an animal looking for a home.

i want to share the same space for a minute or two.

you'll love me 'til my heart stops.

you'll love me 'til i'm dead.

[hxlcycnx]

Closed Starter || 15 and Rogue

la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la….

the doctor held the beatbox on his shoulder, grooving to the classic beat. he prayed the other would know it was him. who else knew that the bounty hunter jammed to kylie minogue? unless he was just very bad at hiding his love for good pop music.

“i just can’t get you out of my head, boy your love is all i think about.” the doctor sang along to the music swaying his hips to the beat. he didn’t even stop when he saw the other open his door. he smiled brightly, singing the lyrics to the other happily. he knew their story wasn’t ending yet.

after a second, the doctor stopped the music and laughed. “you told me to find you, and i don’t back down from a challenge, honey.”

@allthatglxtters

[moondrop04]

You know if CRWBY do decide to go with a romance between Weiss and Jaune in a future volume, there is three things I would like to happen to help build up the relationship up….

And just to clarify i do believe Jaune will return to Remnant, with team RWBY, back in his original teenage form….maybe kept the wolf-tail though…

The Setting: For starters I would like to see Weiss and Jaune journey together back to one place I think that would fit them perfectly together as a duo……Argus.

For the first reason I would choose Argus is that they could help diverge half of the refugees from Atlas/Mantle, that are currently in Vacuo, over to Argus while the the other half can be transported over to Haven. It’s highly likely a large scale battle will be taking place in Vacuo in the future, for the possession of the relic of destruction, so getting the civilians away should be a main priority.

The second reason I choose Argus is because it’s Pyrrha’s hometown and that having a scene together with Weiss and Jaune at Pyrrha’s memorial would be special to see.

2. Family Dynamic with Two different families: We all know Jaune’s sister lives in Argus with her wife and son but what if Jaune’s entire family could be there? And not only that……have them interact with the remaining members of the Schnee family!?

Jaune’s mother could rope Willow Schnee into helping doing chores around the home.

Saphron and Terracotta would force Winter to help them out with various tasks around the city…..or help them babysit Adrian.

The rest of the Arc siblings would do a variety of different activities with Whitley, that he would initially find annoying.

Finally have some tension between Jaune and his father that would bring up some uncomfortable and familiar feelings for all members of the Schnee family.

3. Lastly……and I think what would give a solid moment between Weiss and Jaune is “Music and Singing”:

In my head I imagine Jaune picking up a guitar and slowly play a melody until Weiss chimes in and begins singing along to Jaune’s music. While Weiss sings Jaune would play along with her and sing along with her until eventually they harmonize with each other and sing their lyrics at the same time.

The best example I have what would this be like is this video from the tv show “Empire”. They wouldn’t be singing the same lyrics of course but they would singing along with each other with a similar beat and have their lyrics be about their own troubles and feelings…

[xremixedx]

@anderson-residence liked for a lyric starter for Taylor!

Song: Breathe (2 am) - Anna Nalick

"No one can find the rewind button now, sing it if you understand~"

She's singing along to the track on her laptop dj software. The keys were all in braille and the mouse had accessibility features to help her direct it and choose what she was doing.

[listedbuilding]

what album(s) would you reccomend for someone trying to get into Phil Ochs?

i personally started with i ain't marching anymore, which is his second album, it's fairly simple in terms of arrangements, and mostly contains topical/political songs!! as you move along into his later albums, they gradually become more orchestrated/produced and the lyrics become a bit more abstract and personal as opposed to his first album, all the news that's fit to sing, which is simple guitar melodies with lyrics mostly all about current events on the time (and it's soo charming..). i would start with i ain't marching anymore and then move on into pleasures of the harbor, although if you're truly willing to commit to his music i think listening to his albums in chronological order is the best way to do it (especially since he doesn't have that large of a discography) :-) BUT in terms of starter albums i ain't marching anymore + pleasures of the harbor are the two best i'd say!!

[gothamsaved]

` 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 .

` ❛ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐒 / 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 / 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 ˒﹚)

Unlike Pluto, Deftones, Saint Mesa, Missio, Crywolf, Woodkid, Sleep Token, Spiritbox.

Musicians that are most prominent on his playlist, ones that help put me in a mindset to write for Bruce. A common theme among a majority of the songs these artists make are the presence of alternate heavy riffs &&. screamed vocals with more ethereal music &&. hushed singing. Things characterized as deep, lyrical, powerful, &&. chill-inducing tend to best encapsulate Bruce / Batman best.

` ❛ 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐌𝐒 / 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 ˒﹚)

The Shadow of Zorro ( 1962 ), The Phantom ( 1936 ), The Lone Ranger ( 1933 ), Hollow Triumph ( 1948 ), Chinatown ( 1976 ), The French Connection ( 1971 ), All The Presidents Men ( 1976 ), Silence of the Lambs ( 1991 ), Batman: The Knight ( 2022 ).

A lot of detective themed, classic noir movies — I want to put more focus on Bruce being a detective over anything else. The movies where inspiration is drawn from are usually ones tethered to tackled crime-fighting, vigilante work &&. the portrayal of a desperate struggle to make a change against highly mounting odds. Some take a slight dip into more horror based aspects, some digging through deeply sunken corruption along with how gritty &&. flawed humanity. How broken &&. sick a City’s core is. Despite that, there is a clawing want to sew hope in its place, to change things for the better even if it’s a naïve desire.

` ❛ 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐊𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄 / 𝐌𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 ˒﹚)

Moth man ( … ) Some say it's a harbinger of cataclysmic events.

Basic Bat Folklore ( … ) Bats are creatures of the night &&. it is at twilight they are most active, thus associating them with portals to the otherworld. They have become closely associated with vampires, death, graveyards &&. ghosts.

Vampires ( … ) In European folklore, vampires are undead humanoid creatures that often visited loved ones &&. caused mischief or deaths in the neighbourhoods which they inhabited while they were alive. They wore shrouds  &&. were often described as bloated &&. of ruddy or dark countenance, markedly different from today's gaunt, pale vampire which dates from the early 19th century.

Although I haven’t thought much more on this… generally he fits the more mysterious, supernatural type of stuff. Viewed as a bad omen to some, a sign of good to others. It definitely doesn’t help he functions more at night, but the duality of how he appears along with the darkness he’s often associated with so heavily, compared to what he does is something that stands out most to me.

` ❛ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ˒﹚)

Zorro, Sherlock Holmes, John Wick, Alfred Hitchcock, Daredevil / Matt Murdock, Dick Tracy, Truman Burbank.

For starters? Of course I had to slap down the first few because of his detective work. Bruce works hard to use his skills &&. experience to solve mysteries &&. prevent future crimes, as well as efficiently stop ongoing catastrophes.

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[autumna-potentia]

"Sick of pretending it's fine

Sick of no peace in the world

It's like they don't care at all"

[kitsune-rp-help]

Hozier Wasteland, Baby!

There's no plan, there's no race to be run The harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun Starter sentences taken from the lyrics from the album Wasteland, Baby! (2019) by Hozier. Feel free to modify as needed to better suit pronouns/setting ect.

Nina Cried Power

It's not the wakin', it's the risin'

It's not the shade we should be casting

It's the fire it ignites

And I could cry power

It's not the wall, but what's behind it

Almost (Sweet Music)

She likes to roll here in my ashes anyway

The same kind of music haunts her bedroom

I'm almost me again, she's almost you

Be still my foolish heart

The very thought of you and am I blue

Movement

I still watch you when you're groovin'

You're movin' without movin' and when you move, I'm moved

So move me, baby like you've nothin' left to lose and nothin' to prove

No Plan

What a waste to say the heart could feel apart

Why would you offer her name to the same old tired pain?

My heart is thrilled by the still of your hand

There's no plan, there's no race to be run

The harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun

And if secrets were like seeds when I'm lying under marble marvel at flowers you'll have made

Nobody

It's gin o'clock where I wake up

But I've had no love like your love

I'd be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint

To Noise Making (Sing)

Remember when you'd sing, just for the fuck of it

Honey, the look of it was as sweet as the sound

Was it that or just the act of making noise that brought you joy?

You put your emptiness to melody, Your awful heart to song

You don't have to sing it nice, but honey sing it strong

At best, you find a little remedy, at worst the world will sing along

As It Was

There is a roadway, muddy and foxgloved

How long you would wait for me?

Shrike

I couldn't utter my love when it counted

I couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted

All of that goodness is goin' with you now

Remember me, love when I'm reborn

I was housed by your warmth thus transformed

Talk

I'd be the choiceless hope in grief

In Eurydice imagine being loved by me!

I won't deny I've got in my mind now all the things we'd do

I'd be the last shred of truth

Be

Be as you've always been

Be like the love that discovered the sin

Be that hopeful feeling when Eden was lost

Which side of the wall really suffers that cost?

Oh, lover, be good to me

Dinner & Diatribes

Honey, this club here is stuck up

Your friends are a fate that befell me

Honey, I laugh when it sinks in

A pillar I am of pride

Honey, it's easier knowing what you'd do to me tonight

That's the kind of love I've been dreaming of

Would That I

True that I saw her hair like the branch of a tree

True that love in withdrawal was the weeping of me

I fretted fire but that was long ago

Oh, but you're good to me

With the roar of the fire, my heart rose to its feet

I fell in love with the fire long ago

With each love I cut loose, I was never the same

Sunlight

I would shun the light, share in evening's cool and quiet

Who would trade that hum of night?

But whose heart would not take flight?

Oh, your love is sunlight

All the tales the same told before and told again

Oh, and these colors fade for you only

Hold me, carry me slowly, my sunlight

Know that I would gladly be the Icarus to your certainty

Strap the wing to me death trap clad happily with wax melted, I'd meet the sea

Wasteland, Baby!

All the fear and the fire ff the end of the world

All the things yet to come are the things that have passed

And the day that we'll watch the death of the sun

And when the stench of the sea and the absence of green are the death of all things that are seen and unseen

Not an end, but the start of all things that are left to do

[currentlyfckingurmom]

Her Song Part 2

I place the Neighborhood's album, Wiped Out!, on the turntable and drop the needle. It was definitely worth investing half of my life's savings into an expensive record player that connected to the store's high-end sound system. If you're gonna own a record shop, you have to splurge on what really matters— the music.

Since it's past eight at night, there's nobody working in the store except for me. We close in half an hour, and I never make Ash or David (my other employee) stay that late because we rarely get any customers after seven. Syd fell asleep in the bean bag chairs half an hour ago, so it might as well be just me.

But I don't mind because that just means I can turn up the volume and sing along without fear of embarrassment. "Cry Baby" comes on and I turn it up as much as I can without waking Syd.

I sing the lyrics as I check the records inventory, writing down which vinyls are currently rented out, or are out of stock and need to be ordered. I get so into the music that I don't even hear the door open.

A gentle hand resting on my arm scares the shit out of me and I turn around to face the culprit, a small squeal of terror escaping my throat. I sigh in relief when I see Florence standing there and not a robber or axe murderer.

"Oh my god, don't do that," I breathe out with my hand flat against my chest, feeling my heart race in fear.

"I'm sorry," she cringed in apology. "I didn't mean to scare you. I tried calling your name a few times but it seems you were kind of in your own world," she explains.

"No- yeah, no, it's good. We're cool," I stutter, embarrassed that she saw my...performance.

We stand there in silence for a moment, though it isn't awkward; small smiles and rosy cheeks fill the void, happily keeping discomfort from seeping into the interaction.

"So, um, I was just thinking maybe I could get a cup of tea? And I really like this album that's playing so could I possibly rent it out?" Florence asks suddenly.

"Oh, of course! I'll go make your tea first and then I'll grab a vinyl for you," I tell her, already walking toward the cafe counter. "For here or to go?"

"For here. I think I'll stick around for a bit, see if you've got any other recommendations for me," she answers cheerily.

"Oh, definitely. Fair warning, though: my music taste is all over the place. I'm talking classic rock to pop to death metal to alternative to- well, you get the point, so anything I recommend will probably be totally random," I ramble, at which her intoxicating laugh fills the small shop.

I hum lowly to the music as I prepare the Yorkshire tea. Just from the one time she came into the shop, I already remember exactly how she takes it. I can feel her eyes watching me as I pour the steaming hot water, but I pretend not to.

She sits on one of the stools at the cafe bar, and I set her tea down in front of her. We exchange a smile and I say, "I'm gonna go grab that record for you. I'll be right back."

She nods and I navigate the aisles, already knowing exactly where the Neighborhood's albums are. I run my finger along the shelf before picking up the nicest Wiped Out! vinyl in the store. Technically, we have a rental copy of each album and I'm not supposed to rent out the for-sale vinyls, but I'm the boss, so who really cares if I make an exception just this once?

She hands me her card as I walk by her table and I ring up her stuff at the counter. The receipt prints out and I check to make sure she's not looking before flipping it over and writing "Dr. Feelgood by Mötley Crüe is one of my favorite rock albums :)"

I slip the receipt inside the record cover and place it down on Florence's table. Turning to walk away, I stop when she says "Wait, have a seat! I want to know more about you."

Sitting down across from her with a small smile, I ask, "Well, what would you like to know?"

"For starters, your name would be nice," she quips.

"Ah, fair game. I'm Y/N. And you?" I return the question even though I already know the answer.

She slightly squints her eyes, probably trying to figure out if I'm messing with her, before saying "Im Florence. It's nice to meet you, Y/N."

"It's nice to meet you, as well, Florence."

She smiles and slightly bites her lip, looking down at the table. "So where are you from?" she blurts out.

"Small town in Georgia," I reply. "Let me guess, based on the accent, I'm gonna say you're from...Texas. Oh yeah, definitely Texas," I joke, feigning seriousness.

"Hell yeah, I'm from Texas," she says with a fake southern drawl.

Laughing, I ask, "For real, though. Where are you from?"

"Oxford," she replies easily, returning to her normal British accent.

"Sounds posh," I mutter under my breath. She must've heard me, though, because she bursts out laughing once more and my cheeks begin to hurt from smiling so much.

Her phone vibrates and she checks it, frowning at the message on the screen. "I'm sorry, I have to go. It's been nice talking with you, Y/N. Thank you for the tea and the record."

"Anytime, Florence. The rental details are on the receipt. Have a nice night," I say as she grabs her stuff and walks toward the door.

"Goodnight," she calls before leaving the shop. I sigh and check the time, realizing I should've closed twenty minutes ago.

I rush to shut everything down and about fifteen minutes later, I'm ready to go.

Gently shaking her tiny body, I whisper, "Syd, babe, wake up. It's time to go home."

She stirs slightly and mumbles, "Don't wanna get up, Momma. I don't feel good."

"What's wrong?"

"Just don't feel good." She falls back asleep immediately and I give up, gently picking her up and carrying her out of the store.

The rest of the night is filled with a sick five-year-old and thoughts of an enthralling British woman. She seemed very upset by that text she got. I hope everything is okay.

[astrronomemes]

OWL CITY: MAYBE I'M DREAMING STARTERS (PART I)

a collection of lyrics from the Owl City album Maybe I'm Dreaming. change & alter as needed.

"I spend my coldest nights alone, awake, and thinking of the weekend we were in love."

"I am right beside you."

"Look down, and keep on singing."

"We can go anywhere."

"Are you there? Are you there?"

"For heaven's sake, keep me awake, so I won't be caught off-guard."

"I'll find a place to stay."

"Won't you take me away?"

"I feel your heartbeat."

"I guess we'll never know."

"Cheer up, and dry your damp eyes."

"Tell me when it rains."

"Your heart has a lack of color."

"We should have known that we'd grow up sooner or later."

"Somewhere along the line, all the decades align."

"She was like a princess straight from a dreamy castle in the air."

"She was everything to me."

"Everything was my fault."

"With your ear to a seashell, you can hear the waves in underwater caves, as if you actually were inside a saltwater room."

"Our time together is just never quite enough."

"When you and I are alone, I've never felt so at home."

"What will it take to make or break this hint of love?"

"Can you believe that the crew has gone, and they wouldn't let me sign on?"

"I can hardly relax, or even oversleep."

"I feel warm with your hand in mine."

"So, tell me, darling, do you wish we'd fall in love?"

"If this is what I call home, why does it feel so alone?"

"Tell me where you're gonna take us."

"We don't know how far these interstates go, or how deep the city roots go down."

"We'll get a head-start on the day."

"If I look back when I begin to leave, will they remember me?"

"Relax back, and let the noise sing you to sleep in my arms."

"I won't make a sound."

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You know, Lyric Reese could be the temporary Dean of the new and improved PCA…? At least, until a qualified person is found…?

Hahahahah omg, I don't see that happening, realistically, but I wanna indulge on it, bc I just find the idea so fun.

Assuming they let get, I think it would be because she guilted Logan with something like "you don't think I'm serious enough for the job *fake sob* you always underestimate me *more fake sobs*"

Logan told her she can be dean for a week (because for some reason the person they hire couldn't make it in time, idk maybe they're from another state and ran into some troubles with their moving company)

Lyric did a pretty decent job, but as both Logan and Quinn predicted, she got bored of it before the week ended.

still, not wanting to admit she wasn't up for the job and this was just a whim, she pushed through the week, with Logan watching over her quietly, to make sure she doesn't overstress and stuff (protective older brother mode)

lowkey, she wants to make both Logan and Quinn proud, but she won't admit that.

in the classic Reese style, she goes over the top with things.

for starters, this is how I imagine she shows up to school:

kinda like she's trying to imitate Quinn's style, while mixing it with her own bc after Logan she's Quinn's biggest fan

definitely wrote a song to sing in a big circle with the new students, Logan clapped the loudest to make up for the confused applause from the rest lol

Quinn showed her support as well, even when Lyric got them all making musical bonding exercises that shouldn't have lasted that long.

on the first days, she tries to break fights amongst the new students, comically making things worse, but at the end she manages to fix them.

by the rest of the week she realizes she really doesn't need to interfiere on every single problem amongst the students and leave that to the counselors.

(assuming Lyric is 25ish on this AU) working with kids younger than her made her realize she's no longer part of the latest generation. As in, she's having that revelation gen Z is having about whatever name they gave to the new generation. She does not like that at all.

she also realizes kids suck and the only valid child is her new nibbling (if you're not following this AU, i hc that Logan and Quinn had a kid in the middle of the school reopening), in her opinion.

speaking of said nibbling, when Quinn or Logan pop up to check on things (check she hadn't break chaos somehow), they bring along the baby, much to the new aunt's joy.

imagine Logan walking with Lyric through the campus while he pushes a strolled and excitedly tells the baby about his own adventures on that same campus *dies from cuteness*

Lyric: "don't listen to your lame dad, I've been here for less than a week and already have more interesting stories to share"

she spends a lot of time either on "her" office or taking pictures of her on campus, just to prove she has been doing her job.

she throws herself a goodbye party to conclude her week (and by herself I mean Logan organized everything but it was *her* idea so it's almost the same)

Quinn and Logan do tell them they're proud of her, and they honestly mean it. She lasted more than they expected.

if she learned a lesson on that week, is that she's never offering her help again when it comes to that school. She's way to busy to deal with kids that are not her precious nibbling.

well, that's all I got, but as always I invite anyone to add to this if they want.