#That I scream sing to in the car and made the theme song of the abusive relationship between two OPs

[mariocki]

Infinite list of favourite lyrics: 223/?

Tina Turner - GoldenEye (1995)

"You'll never know

How I watched you from the shadows as a child,

You'll never know

How it feels to be the one who's left behind.

You'll never know the days,

The nights, the tears, the tears I've cried;

But now my time has come

And time, time is not on your side!"

[zenithsturniolo]

SCREAM, BITCH - ghostface!chris x blogger!reader

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chapter two: cry in the arms of a killer

this chapter will contain.. details(ish) of murder, masturbation (male), non-consensual watching, manipulative comfort, themes of isolation and fixation, emotional deception, dark psychological themes, and strong language. wc: 1.4k series summary: a dark, twisted slowburn where obsession bleeds into desire. you're a true crime blogger. he's the masked stranger recreating your cases. dual povs, filthy tension, and cliffhangers sharp enough to scar. it’s not just stalking - it’s seduction. not just fear - it’s fascination. you wanted a story. he wanted you. now you’re both in far too deep.

♯ chris pov

and I watched you move and breathe and cry and it felt so wrong

chris pockets his knife, the blade still sticky, the metal still singing with the memory of flesh.

he’s always kept it close — a black-handled thing with crude carvings down the grip, each one a secret. his thumb ghosts over the worn markings as he tucks it into the inside of his cloak, where it belongs. it fits into his hand like it was born there, like it’s an extension of him.

he stands still, bathed in the low buzz of streetlamps and the coppery stink of blood, and lets himself admire the scene he’s created.

every detail exact.

he steps around it cleanly, eyes never leaving her, a craftsman inspecting his work.

perfect.

he pulls out his phone, fingers moving quick, practiced. your blog is already open. your post — your brilliant, reckless post — went up twenty minutes ago, and he’s read it at least fifty times.

he scrolls, slow, deliberate.

your words describe this — this — exactly. the way the body should lie. the position of the hands. the loll of the head to the left. the blade used. every tiny, fucked-up detail you thought no one would ever mimic.

he made it real for you.

for you.

satisfaction swells hot in his chest, nearly dizzying. he tucks the phone away and turns, cloak whispering around his boots as he moves back up the dirt path.

his car — matt’s car — waits for him in a patch of darkness off the side of the road. battered, forgettable, the kind of thing no one looks twice at.

his ghostface mask catches the headlights for a second, gleaming white and grinning. then it’s swallowed again by shadow.

the air is thick with smoke from some distant fire, and it clings to his skin, his hair, mixes with the sharp tang of blood drying beneath his fingernails.

he drives.

the mask gets yanked off halfway down the road, tossed onto the passenger seat. sweat slicks his forehead, hair curling wildly at the edges. his heart is hammering, but not from fear. from exhilaration.

he doesn’t think about the girl he left cooling in the dark. doesn’t think about the empty eyes.

he thinks about you.

only you.

your voice, breathless when you ramble about your theories. the way your fingers twitch when you get too excited. the little smile you wear when you think you’ve figured something out — so sure. so fucking adorable.

he laughs — sharp, breathless, mean.

"you think you're so clever," he mutters to the windshield, grin stretching wide across his face. "wine glass in one hand, your shitty indie music in the background, playing detective like it’s a fucking game."

he turns up the volume of the aux.

the speakers rattle as the song blasts, the road blurring by under black tires and wild headlights. he screams along with it, a raw sound tearing out of him:

"i want to hold you close…"

his phone buzzes violently in the cupholder.

your name.

he glances at it. lets it ring.

"skin pressed against me tight…"

text after text.

chris, pick up. chris. where are you?

"lie still, close your eyes, girl…"

something's happening. i can’t ignore it anymore. i need you.

"so lovely, it feels so right…"

please, chris. you're the only one i can call.

"i want to fucking tear you apart."

his hand clenches the steering wheel so hard his knuckles pop.

god, you’re perfect.

he floors the gas.

—

you’re already crying when you open the door.

chris drinks it in — the mess of you, the wet shimmer in your eyes, the tremble in your hands — before stepping forward and gathering you against him.

he moves like he owns you. like he’s been doing this forever.

you clutch his hoodie, pressing your face into his chest. he smells like smoke, like sweat, like something metallic and dark under his skin.

his arms fold around you, big and steady and so warm, and you sob against him like you’ll fall apart if he lets go.

he hums low in his throat, stroking your back in slow, shushing circles. calculated. patient.

but his eyes?

his eyes are everywhere.

your walls. your cluttered desk. the nest of blankets on your bed. the scatter of case files and tangled red strings. the battered laptop with your blog open to the newest post.

and then — you.

his fixation sharpens.

your hands, clawing weakly at his hoodie. your mouth, wobbling into broken shapes. the glossy sheen of tears on your cheeks.

he adores you.

adores your mind — your recklessness, your brilliance, the way you pull apart unsolvable things like they’re puzzles meant for you alone.

he’s so fucking obsessed.

he's so fucking in love.

you hiccup, pulling back just enough to look at him.

"s-sorry," you whisper, voice cracked and raw.

he cups your face in one warm, steady palm, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. his thumb strokes your cheek, featherlight.

"don’t ever apologize," he murmurs. "i’m here. i got you."

the front door is still open, forgotten. you both end up sitting on the floor, right there in the entryway, knees bumping.

you look so small, wrapped in the oversized hoodie you tugged on in your panic. so vulnerable.

"i didn’t know who else to call," you mumble, shame bleeding into your voice. "pathetic, right?"

he frowns, genuine rage flickering through him at the thought of you feeling that way. "hey. no. we’re friends. i’m here for you. whatever you need."

your chin wobbles. you nod, swallowing hard.

then — "it’s gonna sound crazy, but…"

he leans closer, brows drawing together in a perfect mimicry of concern.

"i think… someone’s copying my blog posts."

you show him the evidence.

blank profile. every post liked, every one commented on with disturbing, intimate knowledge. details that the public shouldn't even know yet.

you scroll to a DM — a single voicenote — and play it.

the speaker crackles with distortion.

"what's your favorite scary movie?"

then, soft as a blade slipping under skin —

your full name.

you flinch so violently your phone almost tumbles from your hands.

chris’s heart soars, but his face contorts into horror, perfectly performed.

"fuck," he breathes, voice raw.

you nod, frantic. tears spilling again.

"i thought it was coincidence at first," you whisper. "but now…"

your whole body shakes.

he gathers you up again without hesitation, cradling your head against his shoulder.

"you’re safe," he promises, voice rough with fake emotion. "i’ve got you. i swear."

he scoops you into his arms like you weigh nothing.

carries you to your bed.

the world blurs for you — exhaustion, fear, adrenaline crashing — but for him, every second is vivid, electric.

he tucks you in, pulls the covers to your chin. you reach for him instinctively, and he doesn't hesitate. he slides in beside you, letting you curl against his chest.

you sigh — deep, shaky — and finally, finally begin to relax.

he runs his fingers through your hair, slow and hypnotic.

your breathing evens out.

your body slackens against him.

he watches you.

watches the faint pulse flutter in your throat. the way your lips part slightly when you sleep. the way your shirt rides up, exposing a sliver of bare waist — soft, warm skin begging to be touched.

but he won’t. not without your consent.

so he touches himself instead.

he pulls back, staring, heart pounding. his cock throbs painfully in his jeans, the pressure almost unbearable.

he undoes his belt, quiet, methodical. shoves his jeans and boxers down.

his cock is already leaking, flushed an angry red, twitching with every beat of his heart.

he wraps a hand around it — tight, desperate — and jerks off right there, crouched at the edge of your bed like some kind of depraved animal.

the sounds he makes are feral.

wet, slick strokes. the rough rasp of breath tearing from his lungs. the faint creak of the mattress under his weight.

he fucks his fist faster, biting his knuckles to muffle the broken moans clawing up his throat.

your body shifts slightly under the covers. your thigh brushes his knee.

he nearly loses it.

he imagines you waking up, whimpering his name. imagines you crying because you need him so badly you can’t think straight. imagines pressing you down into the mattress and ruining you forever.

he comes with a vicious, muffled grunt, hot and thick across your sheets, your pillow, his hoodie.

he wipes it away messily.

pulls his jeans back up with shaking hands.

then he just stands there, breathing hard, staring at you like he’ll never get enough.

so sweet.

so soft.

so breakable.

and you trust him.

him.

the monster at your door.

he brushes a finger along your jaw, gentle as a prayer.

for the first time — the only time — he thinks:

this is what love feels like.

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a/n: chat i fear this is my type 🥀 also next chapter’s long w some fluff because i couldn’t resist

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[cantmakeyouloveme]

Have you ever thought about your funeral? if you're on Tumblr you probably have, so I suggest 1) you get some psychological help 2) pick a song for your friends to play at your funeral. Why? well, why not? it will be your last message to the world, so you have a chance to do something funny.

Don't be boring and play Highway to Hell by AC/DC or Should I Stay or Should I Go by The Clash, be original, choose something that represents your spirit. If you're not insane enough to listen to music and think "wow, this song would be inappropriate to play at a funeral" don't worry babe, I'm here for you and I'll help you on your way to discovering your ideal funeral song. This will work like astrology for those of us who had ask.fm in the 2010s.

So... if you're here you were probably emo or had an interest in emo or some kind of fetish idk. Don't lie. So you could use songs that are simply recognised as "emo" by all your guests to give a message. Bring Me To Life by Evanescene is a safe choice, although Going Under is another. It's never a bad time to listen to Fall Out Boy, there's Immortals or Sugar, We're Going Down. I Write Sins Not Tragedies by Panic! At The Disco would be good, although High Hopes is another option, but if your mother is already dead you can play Hey Look Ma, I Made It or if you die having just graduating college then Death of a Bachelor. Still with emo, My Chemical Romance can't not be an alternative: Welcome to the Black Parade, Dead!, This Is How I Disappear or Famous Last Words will prove your death because if you don't get up to sing you've really gone to the other side. You have Hard Times by Paramore too. Anthem of Our Dying Day or Until the Day I Die from Story Of The Year are bangers, think about it.

If you weren't emo or don't like emo stuff (I don't believe you, but don't worry I'm not going to drag you out of the emo closet with your family babygirl) you can joke about whether you will be buried or cremated, even more personalised!

Will they cremate you? Hot In Here by Nelly, Sean Paul's Temperature, Gasolina by Daddy Yankee, Dynamite by Taio Cruz, Burn by Ellie Goulding, Girl On Fire by Alicia Keys, Drop It Like It's Hot by Snoop Dog, Things We Lost In The Fire by Bastille, Blow by Kesha. And of course, Fireball by Pitbull. You're gon' boggie oogie oogie, jiggle, wiggle and dance like the roof on fire with these ones.

Will they bury you? Drag Me Down by One Direction or Get Low by Liam Payne and Zedd, The Box by Roddy Ricch, She Looks So Perfect by 5 Seconds Of Summer (you'll look stunning in that casket pookie), Six Feet Under by Billie Eilish, Sweet Dreams by Eurythmics, Scream & Shout by will.i.am and Britney Spears (all eyes will be on you, ofc) or Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd.

If not you can use any song used as an internet meme. Like Like a Prayer by Madonna, Goodbye by Bo Burnham, I Wouldn't Mind by He Is We (you can also ask your friends to make a video of your life -like a recap- titled it "saddest video in the world", full of made up stuff) or Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley.

You can also choose one based on the cause of death. Hit by a car? Life is a Highway by Rascal Flats (bonus points if you are a Cars fan), Ride by Twenty One Pilots, Shut Up And Drive by Rihanna. Run over by an hoverboard? Dumb Ways To Die by Tangerine Kitty (yes, the soundtrack to the video game) or Nobody's Perfect by Hannah Montana. Shot? Bulletproof by La Roux, Hit Me With Your Best Shot by Pat Benatar, Louis Tomlinson's Kill My Mind or Bon Jovi's Wanted Dead Or Alive. Suicide? Don't Try Suicide or Keep Yourself Alive by Queen, I Think I'm Going To Kill Myself by Elton John, Rock 'n' Roll Suicide by David Bowie, Van Halen's Jump. Trying to save someone from a robbery? Smooth Criminal by Michael Jackson, Help! by The Beatles, Gangsta's Paradise by Coolio and the Avengers theme song by Alan Silvestri. Overdosed at a party? Ricky Martin's Livin' La Vida Loca, Ayesha Erotica's Literal Legend, Pitbull's Time Of Our Lives and LMFAO's Party Rock Anthem. Heart Attack? Demi Lovato and One Direction have a track called "Heart Attack" or Boom Clap by Charli xcx. Slashed to death? (I Just) Died In Your Gun Tonight by Cutting Crew. Eaten by a new Jeffrey Dahmer? Cannibal by Kesha. Or if you died young it could be Die Young by Kesha or We Are Young by fun.

If you like to be ironic the following are for you: Best Day Of My Life by American Authors, Stayin Alive by Bee Gees, I'm Still Standing by Elton John, I Will Survive by Gloria Gaynor, Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go by Wham!, Don't Stop Me Now by Queen, Stronger (What Doesn't Kill You) by Kelly Clarkson, Every Breath You Take by The Police, breathin by Ariana Grande, Survivor by Destiny's Child, Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen (spoiler: they won't be able to call you unless its via ouija), Lush Life by Zara Larsson, My Heart Will Go On by Celiné Dion (bonus points if you drowned), So Happy I Could Die by Lady Gaga, About That Time by Lizzo, Wake Me Up by Avicii, Unstoppable by Sia, Safe And Sound by Capital Cities, When Will My Life Begin? by Mandy Moore (who doesn't love Tangled?), Rusted Root's Send Me On My Way, Take My Breath Away by Berlin, On My Own by Ross Lynch (Teen Beach Movie 2 representation here), I Don't Wanna Live Forever by Zayn and Taylor Swift, Kool & The Gang's Celebration, Alive by One Direction (bonus points if you're gay) or Viva La Vida by Coldplay.

Do you want your friends to feel like they're inside a sad edit? Somebody That I Used to Know by Goyte and Kimbra, Big Girls Don't Cry (Personal) by Fergie, The Show Must Go On by Queen, We Go Together by John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John, Katty Perry's The One That Got Away, Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life) by Green Day, I'll Be There For You by The Rembrandts, Cry Me a River by Justin Timberlake, Die With A Smile by Bruno Mars and Lady Gaga, Everybody Wants To Rule The Word by Tears For Fears. Or maybe you prefer to joke that you "abandoned" them: All You Had To Do Was Stay, Is It Over Now? or Look What You Made Me Do by Taylor Swift, Want U Back by Cher Lloyd, Problem by Ariana Grande, bury a friend by Billie Eilish, Smash Mouth's All Star, Irreplaceable by Beyoncé, Naomi Scott's She's So Gone, Friends On The Other Side by Keith David (Tiana is the best Disney Princess), I'm Like a Bird by Nelly Furtado, Anna Kendrick's Cups (for the Pitch Perfect girlies), Take Me Home Country Roads but the Lana Del Rey version to make it more random, Eminem's Without Me, *NSYNC's Bye Bye Bye, Let It Go by Idina Menzel (extra points if you died of hypothymia).

Anyway, in any context it's funny to fuck with your guests with This Is What You Came For by Rihanna and Calvin Harris.

Would you like to play a chill good vibes song for them to smoke a joint in your name? Don't Worry Be Happy by Bobby McFerrin, Here Comes The Sun by The Beatles or Michael Bublé's Feeling Good. Have you ever heard the lyrics of Treat People With Kindness by Harry Styles? You should.

Do you like the idea of kidding with heaven/hell? try Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin, Hells Bells or Hell Ain't a Bad Place to Be by AC/DC, Locked Out Of Heaven by Bruno Mars (bonus points if you're gay cause sex won't take you to paradise), all the good girls go the hell by Billie Eilish, What The Hell by Avril Lavigne, Sympathy For The Devil or Knockin' On Heaven's Door by Guns N' Roses, Bad To The Bone by George Thorogood & The Destroyers (you can play the scene from Megamind in the background if you want), Otherside by Red Hot Chili Peppers, Cage The Elephant's Ain't No Rest For The Wicked, Back To Life by Zayn, Heaven by Niall Horan, The Smiths' Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now, Made In Heaven or Spread Your Wings by Queen, George Michael's Faith, Heaven Is A Place On Earth by Belinda Carlisle, A Whole New World From Aladdin (you can use the original version or the Zayn one if you like 1D), Defying Gravity by Cynthia Erivo and Ariana Grande (to leave a message that you are defying gravity to those who ground you), Almost There by Anika Noni Rose (more The Princess and the Frog representation here). Even Europe's The Final Countdown can be a good bet, as can Hozier's Take Me To Church (again, bonus points if you're gay).

I've named songs from musicals as you may have noticed, and you might like them, so One Last Time from Hamilton, My Dead Gay Son from Heathers or The Whole "Being Dead" Thing from Beetlejuice might hit the spot.

Do you believe in reincarnation or do you want to screw people that you will haunt them by being a ghost/zombie? Oops!...I Did It Again by Britney Spears, There She Goes by The La's, Dark Horse by Katy Perry, Ghostbusters by Ray Parker Jr., Thriller by Michael Jackson or The Phantom Of The Opera main track by Andrew Lloyd Webber (because it gives vampire vibes).

If you're boring you'll probably end up choosing Live And Let Die by Wings because you like the idea of telling your loved ones "let me go", and although it's part of the soundtrack of several films including Shrek the Third (so passing the scene would be funny), why not choose the actual funny equivalent? I'm talking about Let It Grow from The Lorax. "But if this ever-changing world in which we're living makes you give in and cry say live and let die" and "Let's celebrate the world's rebirth we say let it grow" are exactly the same, in case you didn't notice.

And if none of this convinces you: you can always use Boulevard Of Broken Dreams by Green Day and carve in your casket "I never thought being obnoxious would get me where I am today" which is a quote by Billie Joe Armstrong. Or just play Another One Bites the Dust by Queen, or The Office's intro, whatever.

I know if you read to the end you liked the idea, didn't you, sweetheart? So remember that you are too hot and sexy to die, don't do it. Ever. Be immortal like Castiel. Or Godzilla, your choice.

[stormberry-12]

faceless // P4: are you ugly? ~ charles leclerc x reader

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!driver!reader

includes/authors notes: language, lack of equal rights/ gender equality, readers an unknown figure in the races, fem!reader's gender assumed as male, use of "y/n".

Bold Italics are the past.

Normal Italics are thoughts.

summary: "There is a new mysterious driver on the grid. Nobody knows who he is, the only thing we know is that he races for Red Bull with the number 66. Other drivers call him the faceless driver for none have ever seen his face or heard him speak. The faceless driver is a legend in the making and even giving Lewis Hamilton and Max Verstappen a run for their money…”

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you sat alone in a medical room, sure you had wanted to reveal your identity eventually but this was too much to handle all in one day. You could sense the awkwardness of the doctors who had come to perform tests on you, they were polite but curt. A nice nurse offered you some tissues but no one uttered more than 5 words to you, probably still processing it themselves.

You pulled out your phone, there was no doubt Charles knew, he was out of his car even before you were, probably watching televised on hundreds of screens around him. 

He hadn't tried to contact you. 

You didn't blame him.

However, you did have hundreds of notifications from other people and F1 Instagram pages tagging your private account and spreading the news worldwide.

A knock on the door frame made you jump, "You're free to go miss, as long as you have no more neck pain."

"Thank you," you replied, not looking the doctor in the eyes, and climbing out of the bed.

"Take the pain meds twice a day, for your wrist and neck, don't over-exert yourself. Have a good day."

'Have a good day.'

You walked out of the medical center with your belongings, walking to the parking lot, not planning on going back to the Red Bull garage. You couldn't care less what Christian thought about this whole thing and would probably receive a very heavily worded email from him later tonight.

The sky was dark, you must have been in there for a while. The lights from the posts shone down on the many expensive cars that the drivers had driven to the race.

Charles's car was gone.

"Fuck me," you cursed, the tears had returned along with shooting pain up the side of your neck. You called an Uber, waiting in the crisp air and wiping the tears off your face. The world seemed wobbly as you scanned your surroundings, letting reality hit harder and harder every time you thought about the day you just had.

You looked across the parking lot to see Yuki getting into his car. He shot you a small smile and wave. "Fuck is a fun word. And you have a cool helmet by the way,"

"YUKIII!" Pierre screamed, running over to the car drawing both of your attention. "I'm driving,"

"No!"

"Yes."

They argued for about 20 seconds before Yuki hopped in the passenger seat. Pierre then noticed you, giving you a thumbs up and a knowing smile before hopping in the car.

God, word spread fast. 

You and Charles settled onto the couch, cozy blankets draped over your laps, snuggled up next to each other. Tonight's choice? The Office. It was a show you both adored, somehow whenever you watched it it always managed to lift your spirit. With a bowl of popcorn between your legs, you hit play, and the familiar theme song filled the room. You nestled into Charles's side, feeling the comforting warmth of his presence.

"Guess what, I have flaws. What are they? Oh, I don't know. I sing in the shower. Sometimes I spend too much time volunteering. Occasionally I'll hit somebody with my car. So sue me." Michael Scott's voice rang from the speakers.

"Oh my god," Charles chuckled. "I can't with this show,"

As the credits rolled, you turned to Charles, a contented smile playing on his lips. "I love nights like this," you whispered.

"Me too," Charles replied, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Especially when I'm with you."

The door to your apartment creaked as you opened it slowly, the hum of the airconditioning filled your ears and and hit you with a cold blast that sent shivers down your spine. You tossed your backpack on the floor and braced yourself for all of the outcomes that could happen next.

'What if he breaks up with me?' Flashed in the back of your mind as one of the possibilities that made your stomach ache. He was sitting on the couch, gaze not leaving the TV, but you could see his shoulders tense as your footsteps entered the room.

"Charles, we need to talk," you said softly, your voice barely audible over the blasting TV and loud voices outside the thin wall. 

He ignored you coldly, grabbing his plate off the side table and walking towards the kitchen. 

"Oh come on, Charles! Jesus, listen to me, I can explain!" you cried, following him around the apartment until he finally turned to face you, his eyes were broken. 

"Explain..."

"Yes-"

"Explain? You've been racing alongside me all this time, pretending to be just another driver, while I've been completely in the dark about who you are! You lied to me!" he spoke, voice cracking and eyes watering.

"Charles I-"

"Like holy shit!" Charles's voice trembled as he continued to word vomit his feelings like he always did. "You were the faceless driver. The one everyone speculated about, and-"

"Charles, I didn't want to lie to you. I just... I never wanted my identity to overshadow my abilities on the track. I wanted to be known for my skill, not my gender or boyfriend's name." You sighed heavily, hands trembling slightly, head pounding.

"You didn't think I deserved to know? We're in a relationship, Y/n. We're supposed to trust each other!" Charles's voice grew louder, his words cutting through the air, making you feel small.

"It was in my contract Charles, I couldn't tell anyone-"

"Why would you sign your life away like that? Red Bull was taking advantage of you but you were too stupid and blinded by all the secrets you had to keep-" he hissed.

"Oh my god! Why are you being such a dick? I came up with half my contract rules, I didn't want to tell anybody!" you held your neck as it ached.

"You told Lando,"

"No, I didn't. I never meant for him to find out!" you yelled, well tried to, as you found it harder and harder to catch your breath. "And do not bring Lando into this, he's your teammate and friend-"

"But he knew before I did! He kept secrets from me too," he complained. "And you had your little waves out on track and everything, don't bring Lando into this my ass. I hate how you realized you could trust him but couldn't think of anyone else in your life that you might be able to trust. Someone who might deserve to know. Was there no one else Y/n? No one else that you spent hours of the day with, that had trusted you with all of his problems? No one that loved you so much and would support you no matter what-"

"Charles-" you choked out, guilt overtaking you.

"This is so wild, I can't believe this day is real," he mumbled and you weren't sure if he was referencing the fact that you were a driver or the fact that you had left him in the dark and damaged the strong relationship you had. Probably both.

You sighed and rubbed a hand over your face, you felt like you were going to puke. You pushed past Charles and shuffled to the bathroom slamming the door behind you. You heard Charles call after you but his words were drowned out by the pounding and ringing in your ears. 

As you leaned over the toilet vomiting you felt your hair being pulled away from your face and a hand placed firmly on your back. You knelt there for a while, his fingertips traced up and down your spine until you pulled away to splash your face with water.

You slid back down to the floor leaning against the sink. You hugged your knees to your chest, not wanting to feel the cold tiles on the back of your legs any longer, as your boyfriend sat across from you quietly. Charles hesitated, his eyes locked with yours. The weight of the words you yelled at each other hung heavy in the air. His foot grazed yours softly and you both looked down at your matching socks that you un-intentionally wore on the same day.

"Are you okay?" he whispered.

"Yeah. They told me I didn't have a concussion..."

"That's bullshit. And the wrist?"

You looked down at your bandaged hand, "Sprained."

He hummed in acknowledgment, "They did a shit job at that too, can a re-wrap it for you?"

You nodded and he skooted closer, taking your arm gently in his hands. He unwrapped the tenser bandage around your wrist and you winced, Charles whispered an apology, examining your bruises and swelling.

"Jesus, love," he wrapped the bandage around you once more, neat and tidy, securing it tightly. He looked up meeting your eyes with an unreadable expression, fingers still grazing your bandaged wrist. "Lando had more than one secret he was keeping from me,"

"What?" you croaked.

Charles closed his eyes and rubbed a hand over his face, "He's leaving. His contract was only for a year to try out a new team..."

You stared at Charles in shock before he continued. "He misses Mclaren, and of course Zack misses him. So yeah," Charles laughed but no humor filled his face, "I'll be saying goodbye to yet another awesome teammate that I've considered a brother."

"I'm so sorry Charlie," you whispered, linking your hand with his. You knew how hard it was for him when Carlos left, they didn't speak as much anymore, and you could always see the pain in Charles' eyes whenever Carlos brushed him off with a rushed wave in the paddock.

"God, I've got to stop being so sensitive and annoying," He sighed.

"No, your empathy, understanding, and awareness are some of my favorite things about you," you smiled softly at his blush.

"But I wasn't very understanding to you," he whispered and you felt your heart pinch.

You were about to respond, countering his statement with the truth that you were so terribly sorry and pissed at yourself for everything, when your phone rang pulling you from the moment. Looking down at the screen you stared at Christian Horner's name as it buzzed.

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"End of Beginning” Angst

Pairing: Stray Kids!OT8 x reader

Stray kids members as lyrics from the song “End of Beginning” by Djo ––Time moves forward, but sometimes, the reminders of a love that once was will remain stuck.

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Content Warning: Heartbreak, themes of lost love, regret, nostalgia, separation, implied loneliness, existential reflection, themes of self-doubt, questioning decisions.

Word Count: 611

A/N: End of beginning passed through my playlist, and now I feel like an absolute wreck while writing this. Should I turn this into separate fics?

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EVERYTHING WRITTEN IS PURELY FICTION──NOTHING IS DIRECTLY RELATED TO ANY REAL LIFE EVENTS.

Just one more tear to cry

One teardrop from my eye

You told yourself it would be the last time. The last night you'd sit alone in your room, staring at the messages you never sent. The last time you'd let memories of him flood your mind like an unstoppable tide. Yet, here you were—heart aching, vision blurry, whispering his name like a cruel prayer.

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Bang Chan – "You better save it for the middle of the night when things aren’t black and white."

He always saw things in grey, finding logic in motion and reason in chaos. But love? Love was something he couldn't rationalize, couldn't control. And maybe that’s why he let you go. Now, in the dead of night, he wonders if the distance between you was truly necessary—or just a mistake he convinced himself was right.

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Lee Know – "Enter, Troubadour. 'Remember twenty-four?'"

Minho never spoke about the past, but sometimes, when the rain hit the window just right, he’d whisper old memories. Inside jokes, late-night walks, the way you made him feel safe in a world that never stopped moving. "Remember twenty-four?" he mumbles to himself now, tracing the outline of a picture he can’t bring himself to throw away.

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Changbin – "And when I'm back in Chicago, I feel it. Another version of me, I was in it."

The city you loved still carries traces of him. The places you went together, the songs you screamed in the car, the promises that were too good to be true. Changbin always thought time would make it easier, that one day he’d walk those streets without feeling the ghost of your touch. But when he’s back in your city, it’s like he never left—and neither did you.

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Hyunjin – "I wave goodbye to the end of beginning."

His art tells your story more than his words ever could. He paints with the colors of your laughter, the shades of your sorrow. But no matter how many canvases he fills, the ending remains the same—his hand reaching out, yours pulling away.

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Han – "This song has started now, and you're just finding out. Now isn't that a laugh?"

He wrote about you before he realized he was losing you. Every lyric, every melody, they were all meant for you—until they weren’t. The irony isn’t lost on him. Now you’re hearing the song, understanding the words, but it’s too late. He’s already singing the final chorus.

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Felix – "A major sacrifice, but clueless at the time."

He thought leaving was the right thing. Thought you’d be better off, that it wouldn’t hurt so much if he walked away first. But now he understands—the sacrifice wasn’t his to make alone. And in trying to protect you, he destroyed you both.

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Seungmin – "Enter, Caroline. 'Just trust me, you’ll be fine.' "

Seungmin always had a way with words. He reassured you even when he wasn’t sure himself. But now, as he stands where you used to, repeating the same empty promises, he realizes they were never meant for you—they were for himself.

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I.N – "You take the man out of the city, not the city out the man."

You were his home. No matter how far he runs, no matter how many places he visits, he carries you with him. In his habits, in his dreams, in the quiet moments where your absence is the loudest thing in the room.

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"And when I'm back in Chicago, I feel it."

They all do. The weight of what was, the ache of what could have been. But the song is over now, and you're both left standing in the silence.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

[angelickks]

────˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ max winchester's playlist

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: a playlist curated by the girl with a crowbar and a grudge - music she blasts on her ipod on long rides or hums to herself while carving sigils into motel room floors. all with a few of dean fingerprints over it from feeding her a steady diet of classic rock. paired with sam’s quiet tastes from rituals at midnight, stitched wounds in silence, and quiet understanding without needing to say a word.

supernatural mlist!

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I. “barracuda” - heart

dean made her learn the riff on guitar. she doesn’t play often, but when she does—it’s this.

II. “shoot to thrill” - ac/dc

max's pre-hunt energy drink. loud, unapologetic, and slightly unhinged. dean's fault, obviously.

III. “simple man” - lynard skynard

dean told her this song was what their mom used to sing when he was a kid. she never skips it.

IV. “t.n.t” - ac/dc

she and dean yell this in tandem every time something explodes that wasn’t supposed to.

V. “whiskey in the jar” - metallica

all three siblings will agree on this song in the rotation. it’s reminiscent of a chaotic night in fort worth, a classic winchester family story. the night was legendary. cas doesn’t get it, but max thinks he will eventually.

VI. “house of the rising sun” - the animals

max plays this one when she’s stitching wounds in motel bathrooms. dean always hums the chorus.

VII. “cherry bomb” - the runaways

she and dean scream this one when they're driving too fast and low on ammo.

VIII. “cherry wine (live)” - hozier

max listens to this when sam’s asleep in the other bed, breathing steady, and she’s trying to remember what softness feels like.

IX. “smooth operator” - sade

it works for all three winchesters. even dean—mr. “no chick music in the car”—has a soft spot for sade when the night's too quiet and the road's too long. dean hates how much he likes this one. he says it’s cheesy. max calls it his “undercover FBI suit” theme song. sam just smirks and lets it play.

X. "take me home, country road" - john denver

the winchester siblings hate how much they love this song. Max once sang it off-key during a salt-and-burn and made both brothers laugh for the first time in days.

XI. "ain't no grave" - johnny cash

max’s anthem. dean swears she plays this after killing something, never before. sam calls it her “resurrection song.”

XII. "brothers in arms" - dire straits

this one is sacred. no one skips it. not even Dean. it’s the truest thing they have on rotation.

XIII. "bad reputation" - joan jett & the blackhearts

max’s unofficial theme song. dean yells “that’s my girl!” every time it plays. sam just sighs and turns up the volume.

XIV. “psycho killer” – talking heads

sam added it as a joke. max makes it her ringtone. dean was disturbingly into it.

XV. "youʻre so vain" - carly simon

max sings it at dean with full eye contact. dean: "get away from me, you freak!"

XVI. “we’re going to be friends” - the white stripes

sam found it on her ipod once and smiled. “you put this on here for me?” max just shrugged and muttered, “shut up, nerd.”

XVII. “the end” - the doors

long. dark. apocalyptic. sam once played it during research. Max said, “this sounds like if hell had a house band.” they both kept it.

XVIII. “the chain” - fleetwood mac

sam and max’s sibling pact song. it’s oddly sacred.

XIV. “turn the page” - bob seger

for every road they’ve taken and every motel they’ve crashed in. this one plays soft when they’re worn down and quiet.

XV. “behind blue eyes” - the who

sam once said, “this one’s you.” max didn’t say anything for a while. then she added it to the rotation.

XVI. “magic man” - heart

max says it reminds her of their dad. sam says it reminds him of every bad deal a hunter’s ever made. they don’t skip it.

XVII. “the ballad of boot hill” - johnny cash

max has a soft spot for some outlaw music because it reminds her of bobby but specifically johnny cash. the quiet cruelty of justice. the chill of a bullet and the silence after. sam considers them “ballads of the damned.” the boys hear her humming johnny cash the most when she’s drunk.

XVIII. “the devil’s chasing me” - the reverend horton heat

The Winchester’s “that us?” song.

bonus track!

XIX. "ain't no love in oklahoma" - luke combs

max's least favorite song and dean's favorite weapon. the song came on the radio once during a hunt in rural Oklahoma. max rolled her eyes so hard.

"turn that shit off!" “what? it’s basically your theme song.”

sam tries to play peacemaker but has the song secretly saved on his phone. once caught max humming it under her breath while loading a clip. she denied it.

castiel once asked (very seriously) “is there truly no love in oklahoma?” max replied “only regret and bad tattoos, hun." dean snorted out his beer at her blunt response.

[loviingpedri]

eras tour - christian pulisic

warnings: grammar issues, cursing, some suggestive things(?)

credits to owners for the images.

this will be written from philadelphia night 2. i recommend listening to the setlist while reading, enjoy!!!

christian pulisic knew you were a major swiftie. it was only right that you were dating a taylor-coded man.

“christian, are you ready to see your pennsylvania twin?” you jumped in excitement. you anticipated this day. you wore your lover corset with the classic flowy white pants. whilst, christian matched with you. his lover themed pastel jacket over a white shirt which were complimented with white pants.

“yes ma’am. i’ve been preparing this entire day.” it was true. christian was dedicated to learn the entire setlist just to sing along with you. he even prepared for the surprised songs. of course, his favorite album was fearless because of the country songs. his second one would be her debut, Taylor Swift, but he was disappointed since it wasn’t in the setlist.

arriving to the stadium, mostly swifties’ boyfriends asked him for an autograph and pictures. trading bracelets was probably the most memorable thing to him. he was shocked on how positive swifties are.

lover

your favorite album was lover. which made sense to take your boyfriend since the introduction was lover. each song from the album seemed to symbolize your relationship. the lyrics to miss americana & the heartbreak prince was sang with full passion.

“you know, some people call her miss americana and you’re captain america.” christian was always shocked every time you tell him what his fans say online. he put emphasize on the lyric “it’s you and me” into your ear.

christian had learned the lyrics to cruel summer even before listening to the setlist. he listened to it so much. you played it in the car, while you were cooking, sometimes he would hear it in his sleep. he especially knew the bridge since you constantly yelled it.

he was amazed at your confidence during “the man”. he was dancing while you sang the song. the hand gestures while the eye contact spread love throughout your body. the vibes during “you need to calm down” were unmatched. it was mostly you “calming down”for the next 2 hours of screaming.

during lover, christian looked at you with nothing but love. if they had enough space, he would’ve pulled you into slow dancing. each time you made eye contact, it was almost like hearts in each of your eyes sparkled. christian put his arm around your shoulder while rocking side to side as you sang the lyrics. “you’re my lover.” he said to you before kissing your forehead.

the archer was one of your all-time favorite songs in the album. you screamed the lyrics while christian praised you. he held your hand as you were pointing to taylor and singing with her.

videos went out of you and christian dancing. both of you didn’t have a care in the world. it felt that your relationship was in the lover era.

fearless

christian was hyped up after mostly relaxing during the last 3 songs. the inner cowboy in him suddenly came out. christian seemed to be singing louder than you during fearless. the iconic heart hands were held up. you wanted to the do the fearless spin with her, but there was no space. christian seemed so excited, you thought he was gonna fall through the floor based on how much he was jumping. “you belong with me” was the “couple” moment between you two. holding hands while screaming the chorus was a sign to the universe that you were soulmates. actually, his smile did light up the whole stadium. it didn’t matter if the singing was horrible, it only mattered that your boyfriend was happy to be with you at the concert. during karaoke, he would sing along with you even if it wasn’t a duet.

love story was bound to make you cry. luckily, you couldn’t relate to the song since your parents adored him. singing the lyrics made you realize that there’s nothing to stop your relationship. your love story was perfect. you pointed to him while singing “you were romeo”. christian had realized the amount of proposals around you. did he have an engagement ring ready? yes. did he plan on proposing today? no, but he wished he did. it would’ve been a perfect moment. he regretted not proposing during love story, but there were other chances.

evermore

you manifested ‘tis the damn season energy away from your relationship. evermore was definitely the most peaceful album. it was the most prettiest stage with the trees. willow made you dance the most softest way ever. screaming the lyrics.

“that’s my man.” pointing right at christian then hugging him. he listened to you sing knowing you dedicated the lyrics towards him. he was rocking you while listening to your voice. majorie and champagne problems were mostly heartbreaking songs. all christian could think about was if you were concentrating on the lyrics. the bridge of champagne problems really messed with your head.

“she would’ve made such a lovely bride. what a shame she was fucked in the head.” emotions was filled. if anything, you considered asking christian to break up with you 24 hours before to make the concert even more emotional. but the song was the biggest “what if?”.

tolerate it was a song that made you think of what christian was thinking. evermore was the emotional wreck album. what if you were too attached to him? he gave you a smile in reassurance as you gave him a sad look. he knew what was going through your mind.

reputation

BEST HYPE ALBUM EVER. if you weren’t in your lover era, then this would be top 10 in no question. ready for it was the go to bad bitch song. constant head bopping and jumping. you were practically screaming the lyrics to christian’s face. all he could do was praise you for the excitement releasing out of your body. fortunately, ready for it was the beginning. the rest of the energy was saved for the rest of reputation.

delicate was the song to describe christian’s current situation. after the rumors of transfers, the amount of deals, just the complicated mess of things. you stood by his side no matter what. no matter how frustrated he was, no matter the complicated situation, no matter the indecisive thoughts, you were always there to help ease his mind.

“my reputation’s never been worse, so you must like me for me.” the constant hate for betraying chelsea was unmatched. it was a bold move to attend the concert after the shitty season and for even trying to transfer. you knew christian loved the song, but damn, you’ve never seen your boyfriend sing a song with so much passion.

fuck his passion, don’t blame me was playing. the hip swinging and the hair flipping was constantly happening. you sang so loud that you could only hear yourself at one point.

“don’t blame me, love made me crazy.” you put your hands on christian’s shoulders and shook him. you just proved that your drug was in fact him. he loved the song as much as you did, but apparently he did not get the memo for the bridge. he tried to sing it with her, but you quickly shut him up.

“SHUT UP SHE’S ABOUT TO TAKE US TO CHURCH.” a moment of silence for the queen singing her iconic high note. the whole stadium roared right after. your whole night was made after the high note. let’s talk about the transition from don’t blame me to look what you made me do was crazy. it was smart, iconic, and every positive word in the dictionary. you danced along with taylor as she sang. meanwhile, christian just stood beside you singing with his arms crossed. he obviously wasn’t feeling the vibe you were going for. if anything, you danced just as dramatically as her. the night was beautiful. if it wasn’t for your boyfriend, you would’ve been in your reputation era even if there was no enemies to sing to.

speak now

enchanted was your shit. speak now in general was one of the best. was it sad that it was only one song? of course. was it worth it? fuck yes.

“i was enchanted to you. this night is sparkling, don’t you let it go.” now you and christian were facing each other while holding hands. you sang the lyrics so loud, he faked getting teary eyed. taylor’s bridges were like a match made in heaven. you knew every one by heart. this one was by far the most passion you expressed in the whole concert. enchanted was basically the story of how you met him. except, the story is still continuing today.

(guys i swear this would be longer if it wasn’t one song.)

red

22 was amazing. it was definitely the happiest song, which reminded you of the happiest time. you first met christian on your 22 birthday. 22 was the favorite number, favorite song, and favorite age. it reminded you of peaceful times. it brings back your clubbing days sometimes.

“keep dancing like we’re 22” the eras concert did in fact keep you dancing like you were 22. christian was only 24, but he could not keep dancing like that prime time or he would have aching bones in the morning.

now, IF the breakup would end up messy, we are never getting back together would be blasting into christian’s ears nonstop. christian constantly looked at you in shock as you sang with so much passion. at one point, he was so confused that he questioned if the relationship was over.

listen, it wasn’t the best story to tell your parents that you met your future husband at a club. but, it matched “i knew you were trouble” . it wasn’t the most romantic “first met” story, he definitely caused trouble to get your attention. the lyrics didn’t match his personality, thank god. yet, he would’ve been humbled by the way you screamed like you were in agony for the song.

all too well was the best 10 minutes of your life. previously, you made a whole document interpreting the whole song because christian asked. he knew the whole song since he was team fuck jake gyllenhaal. he promised not to mess you over if you didn’t write a whole 10 minute song about him.

“dancing around in the kitchen” favorite lyric because it was your favorite bonding time with christian. although the song was very heartbreaking, you smiled to yourself thinking about all of the memories with your lovely boyfriend. you remembered it all too well. before christian, you freshly got out of a toxic relationship. this song touched your heart because it was the biggest "fuck you" to the past. christian mumbled the lyrics knowing how you felt about the song. he knew the sad memories that ran through your head. his arm over you, you hugging his torso. now you could only remember his comfort all too well.

folklore

you were giddy at “the 1”. you matched your little jumps to the beat. christian was the one even if the song talked about heartbreak. you didn’t have a dream, he was doing his cool shit with you. you were the one for him, and he was the one for you. you didn’t have to wish for anything, he was the something and you wouldn’t change anything about him.

betty was also meaningful to you. betty reminded you of your ex trying to win you back with his shitty paragraph after he had been caught making out with a girl at a party. luckily, christian was always there to help you. you happily moved on in your life, also answering to his paragraph with a picture of you and christian making out. “plus i saw you dance with him.” yep, the next day you saw your ex at the club. you mostly dedicated your time to dancing with your soulmate. he was so desperate that he came to your house trying to win you over with flowers. he was yelling outside your door about how you were the only one for him. he constantly said that he missed you, but too bad you didn’t feel the same about him. he finally shut up and left when christian opened the door with only a towel covering his waist down, clearly annoyed.

you couldn’t lie, taylor was the best story-teller. “the last great american dynasty” was a song which you couldn’t think much, but only sing. you and christian waved your arms side to side as you swayed your hips to the rhythm.

august was the shit. YOUR shit. it brings back the memory of you and christian in your living room spinning round and round to the song. especially after getting involved into watching the summer i turned pretty. who knew a celebrity could be so interested in a show about a teenage love triangle. after binge watching the show, the song definitely hit harder. the bridge was the most intense singing. if the space wasn’t tiny, then you would fall on your knees pretending to have a mic. fortunately, thats a performance only christian would get at home. hand in hand, you and christian were yelling the lyrics to each other’s faces.

illicit affairs leaves a memory of denial. you honestly thought christian was a one night stand. no, you didn't cheat. did you hide from your family and friends? yes you did. you didn't think christian would take you serious since he was famous. it was shocking when he asked you for a second date. hiding your phone when he texted you. how you denied smiling at your phone after his mildly funny joke. how at parties you hid in the bathroom just to talk to him. you knew you loved him when he asked to meet at a cafe in the middle of day, leaving your parents at home with a dumb excuse of "i need to go for a run". you knew, you would ruin yourself for him.

folklore was an emotional album. it literally summarized your last boyfriend. cheating, manipulative, and upsetting. you felt freedom without your ex in the life. christian's grip on your hand tighten. my tears ricochet was a song you were thankful for. you felt the need to move on. fuck those memories, and you were doing better than ever.

cardigan was a song you always played on road trips. christian knew what was coming. even if the song was about a love triangle, it would always bring you back into dancing with him on a snowy night in an empty road. sometimes, christian would listen to it on his own time after a lost. "cause when you are young, they assume you know nothing". it was a perfect summary for the last season at chelsea. after months of denial in his career, it was known ac milan was gonna be the best decision.

1989

style was a song to describe the up-beat relationship. after successfully sneaking out from friends and family, didn't even know where you were going, you knew he was gonna be your forever person. in that car ride, he would look at you with a little sparkle in his eyes, specifically looking at your red glossed lips. it felt like y'all would be driving for hours since he would be looking at you whenever he could. both of you never wanting the moment to end. as you played with his freshly new beach blonde hair, often complimenting it when he kept asking you if you liked it. then to innocently playing with the strings of his ripped jeans that were accompanied to his white shirt that was definitely randomly picked to go pick you up. making his bold move to touching your thigh on the car ride, which was not far from the hem of your skirt. even after multiple calls from your parents as you walked through the park. literally dancing to some random music on the empty streets. it felt like the roads were only made for you and him to walk back and forth together. you really did want him to take you home, and to stay with you forever.

blank space is basically your drunk thoughts. the first verse is your drunk thoughts in the club as you approached christian. it was a recap of your jealous nights as girls swarmed over your boyfriend. blank space was like a symbol to a fresh new relationship. it also described a messy phase between the two. almost ruining the whole relationship considering your delusional thoughts of christian only seeing you when it was good for him. what can i say, you and taylor were like twins. shake it off was in christian's top 3 favorite songs (first was our song of course) because after receiving nothing but backlash, he still managed to put up a smile through everything. then, it also resembled the hate comments you were told on social media since revealing your relationship. the pictures on instagram were the simplest "fuck off" as an answer. even the best people get criticism, so just shake off what other people think.

tmi, but wildest dreams was definitely the song for private moments with christian. how he would stare at you in an off-white dress at team parties. how he would wipe off your red lipstick after kissing you. or when he slowly touches your hand while he's in an important conversation. your relationship was definitely not a secret, but it was private. no one knew what you did. the only aspect that was different from wildest dreams was that everything in the relationship lasts forever. you were in his wildest dreams.

ugh the fire that was going to appear during bad blood excited you. bad blood is the ultimate bad bitch song. if better then revenge didn’t tell you that you were the villian, bad blood would definitely humble you. the song was previously saved to christian’s work out and pre-game playlist to get him worked out. nothing gets a man worked up like a good rivalry. both of you screaming the lyrics just seemed like a response to the people who decided to hate for no reason. the fire just made everything better. as you constantly jumped up and down while singing with the random person next to you.

surprise songs

ITS LIKE SHE KNEW CHRISTIAN WAS THERE. the first surprise song was forever & always from the fearless album. i swear, you thought you saw tears forming in his eyes when she didn’t even finish saying once upon a time. forever & always was one of his favorite songs. actually, he previously kept mentioning how happy the beat was for lyrics that was so sad. he even faked playing the guitar along with her as he continued to show his happiness. the way he jumped with his fake guitar reminded you of him doing the same thing in your living room as the tv blasted the song. later on, causing a noise complaint. after the song was finished, he grabbed your shoulders and shook you gently screaming “we are forever & always, but I CAN’T BELIEVE SHE JUST PERFORMED THAT SONG.”

the scream you let out as you recognized the chords to this love. as heartbreaking as the song was, the vocals were unmatched. this love was one of the most underrated songs of 1989 (me manifesting 1989 taylor’s version). you often sang the chorus while cooking, so christian knew all the important parts. you understood how he felt during forever & always. i think you shed a few tears right after. this love never left.

midnights

it was a bit upsetting to know the concert was about to end. lavender haze made you feel some type of way that you never felt before. watching the visuals and props on stage. focusing on her talented dancers. lavender haze was always a song playing from your phone while you’re walking because you didn’t care what people were thinking. especially what they said about your relationship. the song often describes the honeymoon phase, perfect song for the moment in time. the emotions were beginning to come out.

anti-hero was christian’s anthem for the season. he blamed himself for the losses on the games, but he owned up and is doing better now. even though anti-hero lyrics are a bit sad, it was a song for people to own up to their mistakes. christian didn’t need to have the song on repeat, he knew the lyrics from how much it played on the radio or how it was played everywhere when it was released. singing the chorus as loud as you could, he grabbed your hand and just threw them in the air. clapping at the beat with other swifties. more videos taken from fans of just christian’s horrible dancing to it.

midnight rain was your favorite song of the album. christian knew the song very well since you played it while cleaning.

“he was sunshine, i was midnight rain.” although the lyric isn’t as sad, it described the relationship. imagine the golden retriever and black cat duo, that was you two. his smile lit up places, how his humor managed to bring people to laugh. no, you weren’t depressing midnight rain, but rather supportive and private midnight rain. you were always gonna be his number one supporter even when your face isn’t showing it.

instantly, you screamed mother at vigilante shit. christian instantly closed his eyes as respect, but you reassured him that it was okay. actually, it was kinda funny. you thought you felt the floor shake since everyone was so excited for her performance. the confidence came back to you. the song gave you a feeling of putting men into their place. your boyfriend was just looking at you, only looking at the stage when the scenes calmed down. seems like christian was distracted in his thoughts since he was trying to explain to you how funny it was that vigilantes are known as heroes, but one of her other songs were anti-hero.

bejeweled was christian’s favorite. mostly because it reminded him of you. it reminded him of your teeth who were similar to pearls. or how your eyes sparkled like diamonds. or that your outfits were mostly glitter. it almost reminded him on how he would be having a bad day, but when he walks into the house and sees you, his mood instantly changes. you were even glowing when you cried, your tears shaped as sapphires. some people think that jewelry makes you happy, but christian thinks you’re his prettiest jewel.

mastermind is the living proof that you were soulmates with him. i mean, you did everything just to see him. you dropped everything for him. and so did he. he sacrificed anything for you. he cared for you. it wasn’t a coincidence that the universe put you two together. everything happened for a reason. the universe knew you would bring the best out of him, like he brought out the best out of you. even if you planned different ways just for you to see him. you were a mastermind of it all.

karma made you sad and happy at the same time. the end of a happy bonding moment with your boyfriend, but the song was too happy to be sad about. whipping your head side to side as the catchy chorus was sung. your hands also describing what you were singing. christian matched your energy perfectly as the concert was ending. you never felt more happy. i don’t think your wedding could even make you this happy.

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Hello! So I have this request. Imagine Tommy has a daughter who's very cocky and isn't afraid to argue with anyone. It doesn't matter if you're 2 or 50, and she's her to be a teenager. ( preferably 13 ) If you can, and want to, of course. ( this is my first time asking for a request, and I'm so nervous, Idek why )

Hey Love,

This request is awesome! Thanks for trusting me with it! Hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: Kidnapping / peaky themes

Tommy felt his vision start to swim and the words on the phone became inaudible. The man hung up the phone and he knew he needed to move. These feelings uncovered old wounds. That time he had to rescue Charlie when he was just a small boy. He got one kid back and he could do it again. 

He pulled himself together and immediately without thought sought out Arthur who was sitting at his desk reading the paper. 

“He’s taken her hostage.” The words barely made it out of Tommy's mouth. 

“Told you that would happen,” Arthur grumbled but Tommy could see the pain and fear in his eyes. “JOHNNY!” Arthur called out over his shoulder into the back room.

“Again!” John said running his hand through his hair. “Fuck.” 

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You were not very comfortable in the trunk of the car. Something you felt your capture needed to understand. They had not taken your criticism and had begun to ignore you. 

You weren't entirely sure they could hear you up front with the engine turned on and everything. If there was a small chance they could hear you, you were going to take it. 

You started singing God Save the King at an ungodly volume. Why that song? You didn't know. But you were sure it would annoy the piss out of anyone in earshot. 

You mentally counted every turn the car took. Trying to make a map of how to get back to school, back to safety. You sang so loud your lungs and throat burned. 

Eventually, the car came to an abrupt stop. Clearly done so your body would roll around in the trunk. You let out a little scream then lay still. 

Somewhere in your mind, you realized they could have driven to the river. Maybe they would open the trunk and shoot you immediately then dump your body. 

Jesus and the last song you would have been singing was God Save the King. Fuck, that’s not how you wanted things to end. 

The trunk opened and thankfully no one had any weapons drawn. The men looked weathered though you were happy to see they were enjoying your company. 

“Who the fuck taught you to drive.” You looked at the man with the keys in his hand. “Jesus Christ you suck.” 

“Look here you little twerp. Shut your mouth.” He grabbed your arm shaking your whole frame. “And keep it shut. Tight.” 

You felt that lovely sense of rage cloud all of your senses and leaned into the man's face. Your eyes were wide and you knew that he knew just where those icy blue orbs came from. 

“Make me.” You said softly. You could feel the discomfort run through the man. He didn’t want to be here, he was holding you for ransom no doubt. The reluctance to follow through with any violence was clear in his features. He gave the man next to him a look. 

“Get her in the fucking building.” The other man ordered avoiding your gaze. They moved you into the abandoned warehouse and sat you on a chair.

“Look at the two of you!” You said as they bound your body with rope. “Real classy people. I’m sure your mothers are very proud.” 

The man rolled his eyes. 

“Stuck with a couple of real winners.” You could see the man's jaw tick and you decided to simmer down a little. You needed to think up a plan. 

“So do you believe in God then?” You asked and he sat down in the chair across from you. A bright light turned on overhead and you realized with a spark in your eye that they were going to interrogate you. 

“I’ll be asking the questions here.” The man said in a sturdy voice. 

“That hardly seems like fun. I’ll trade you a question for a question. How bout that?” The man sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“Told you we should have taken the boy instead.” The man standing in the shadows said. 

“Charlie. Great man. Great brother. You want to know why he is such an excellent -” 

“No. What I want to know is why your dad stole from Mr. Crowe.” 

“Mr. Crowe, he sounds ominous. If I were writing a book I’d definitely make him the villain.” You tried to look around at all the exits. “What did my dad steal?” 

“Money and a shipment of drugs headed for New York.” 

“Doesn't sound like my dad. He’s a politician, a man of the government.” You explained. “Have you ever been to New York?” 

The man slapped his hand down on the table next to him. You wanted to avoid listening to more boring threats so you plowed on. 

“I have thought about going to New York, but America seems so dull. Their art is sooo boring. Do you like art?” You asked him honestly. 

“No.” 

“Really? You strike me as a man of higher education.” You smiled like a cat. “Surely there must be an artist or era you like. Everyone likes art.” 

“Shut up.” He growled. “Just shut up.” 

“Well, I don't know if you know this, but I just turned 13. You know what that means?” You looked at both men. “Means dating, and while I’m here I might as well practice small talk.” 

Both men let out a groan and one of them came over and landed a blow across your cheek. You could feel the fear radiating off of him as if God himself had told him what the cost of hitting one of Thomas Shelby’s kids was.

“My aunt hits harder.” You sneered. “Now you're not art people, that’s fine. How do you feel about sports then? You gamble?” You prattled on. Even if they did kill you, you wanted the satisfaction of annoying them.

________________________________________________________

Tommy negotiated with the man, sending him to an empty shipping yard. He didn't steal any drugs or money. Stuff like that was so far behind him that it was almost laughable. His daughter being held captive was not laughable. 

Alfie came up from London to storm the building with him. Alfie’s extra men went with Arthur and John to ambush the men going to the shipping yard. The whole thing was unbelievably stupid on Mr. Crowe’s part but he would meet the consequences nonetheless. 

As they parked outside the warehouse Tommy painfully waited until the rest of the men had the building surrounded. He knew better than to run head-first into traps these days. 

“No, see that’s where you're wrong. The issue is far more complicated than workers' rights. The aspect of the government being heavily involved in the lives of the people -” 

He followed the sound of your voice and found you tied to a chair with a large white light shining down on you. Two men looked possibly exhausted and frustrated. She prattled on about her views on Communism and shot down their defenses easily. 

“Not to late to leave her here mate.” Alfie joked and Tommy gave him an icy glare. He watched your eyes dart towards where they stood in the shadows. He saw the bruise forming on your cheek. 

Alfie wasn't in a joking mood anymore. 

“Boys I hate to change the subject as we were getting close to some interesting ideas. But we should move this back to religion. If you have one, I think you should make your peace.” They gave her a confused look. 

Tommy watched as Alfie went to untie you letting him start to have his way with the two men. 

______________________________________

“Put me down.” You growled. Alfie placed you down on the wet concrete in front of the building. 

“Not exactly a warm welcome.” He said looking at your cheek with anger in his eyes. 

“You suggested leaving me there!” 

“I just put 100 men on this mission to get you back, love. Leaving you there wasnt an option.” He answered easily 

“Then why did you say it.” Your eyes narrowed at him. He was your favorite person to argue with other than your dad. 

“I just thought it was funny that even when kidnapped you don't shut up.” 

“Do you want me to shut up?” A slight bit of hurt washed into your tone. 

“You wouldn't be my favorite niece if you did.” He ruffled the hair on your head and you were grateful he helped your dad.

________________

“So I started a re-read of the old testament.”

He let out a groan. 

Lizzie cried and threw her arms around you when you walked into the front door. You fought back your own tears as the reality of the situation hit you. Her embrace melted away all the anger that held you together. 

It was just you and her as your dad had to make phone calls to sort out the rest of the conflict. The tears started and she helped you upstairs to your room. 

“I just argued the whole time. I don't know why I’m crying now.” You tried to wipe your tears on the back of your hand. 

“Because you're still a girl at the end of the day.” Lizzie shrugged and helped you get into the bath. 

“Well, it’s stupid and I am not stupid.” You said trying again to stop the tears. 

“Darling, there is nothing stupid about your ability to feel. It’s what makes you exceptional.” She placed your robe and pajamas on the counter before leaving to give you some space. 

You got yourself sorted and were happy that the house was mostly empty. You stuffed yourself between your parents on the couch in the study. 

Your dad’s arm wrapped around you and you felt him hold on to you tightly.

[iwashie]

˜”°•.Marc Snuffy as your S/O (18+).•°”˜ (gn!reader)

One in a Million. There’s no other man like you.

Green flag!

Ah, the boyfriend, friend, counselor, father if need be, all rolled into one.

The calm, understanding, and encouraging partner. The push you need when you’re unsure of things.

He doesn’t mind talking about your relationship, but he prefers to keep it private so people don’t hurt you.

Age doesn’t matter much to him, younger or older is just a label. He loves you for what you show him.

“Wicked games,” partner.

Boyfriend who has made mistakes in the past and does everything to make it right with you.

Physical contact, words of affirmation, and quality time are his love languages.

Boyfriend who likes to take you out to dinner in open places, expensive or cheap restaurants, the important thing is to be with you.

Boyfriend who loves to hug and dance with you, kisses on your neck and ‘I love you’ whispered all the time.

He takes you camping, mountaineering, cycling, forces you to do some physical activity for your well-being, and because he likes to hear you complain, but always accepts what he proposes.

You two never fight. Conversation is always the first option and if you can’t talk, each one takes the time to cool down and talk.

Boyfriend “daddy issues” themed.

Affectionate nicknames only in Italian.

He loves to teach you Italian and is happy when you keep Italian with him or call him “amore.”

Partner who knows and loves to cook for you. He cooks while you tell him a story, drinking wine and making him laugh.- Cooks all your favorite dishes.

He likes it when you help him cook or teach you the best dishes.

Partner who always innovates showing that they love you.

The best and most expensive gifts for you.

He loves his car, but lets you drive it, on the condition that you don’t crash his most precious possession.

Boyfriend who likes to do the things you like. The dates are divided into things he likes and things you like.

Partner who prefers wine to beer, but drinks beer to go with you if you like it.

There’s always time for you, even if his schedule is full. He takes time just for you.

He is dating with plans to marry in the future.

Inside jokes and lots of laughs. He likes to joke with you, calling you “kid” or “elderly.”

Partner “you can wear whatever you want, I know how to fight”.

Boyfriend who likes to stay at home as much as he likes to go out.

Sundays are dedicated to parties with family and friends.

Old Italian money.

Partner who likes to buy books for you to read to him when you two are in bed. He likes to read to you while you’re on his lap.

Summer holidays were all over Italy, yachts, speedboats, boats, the most expensive tours.

Partner who loves to see you in the stands, wearing his shirt, and runs to kiss you after the game.

You’re practically Lorenzo’s parents.

Boyfriend who encourages you to have independence, but if you want to be a trophy wife, he doesn’t see a problem.

He feels a little jealous, but not obsessive. He trusts you above all else.

Likes old rock or old Italian romantic songs. Always sings to you while dancing with you.

Always “my partner will like this” or “my wife/husband said this the other day”.

“National Anthem,” partner.

Likes to always be touching you; Hand in hand, hand on waist, on the back of your neck, arms intertwined, embraced.

Boyfriend “damn papi, you’re a rare breed, no comparison and it’s motherfucking scary. Let a hoe know I ain’t sharing. You’re the type I wanna marry and keep you merry. I’ll put on a ring when you’re ready.”

Partner who loves to have calm and passionate sex, leaving you lost in so much love. Hands clasped, foreheads glued together, sweaty bodies glued together, slow kisses and loud moans.

“Last night you were screaming for this old man, carina”.

Boyfriend “I want to fuck you slowly with the lights on”.

He loves missionary to see your reactions, but he also likes you on top, your tits swaying in his mouth, struggling to receive his entire member. He likes to leave hand marks on your body.

Partner who eats you out for his own pleasure and eats you anytime. He likes to eat you in the car with the doors open in a secluded place. Wandering hands are also fun for him.

Baths together always, washes your hair and blows dry, puts soap on you, hot water and massages. He sleeps cuddling with you. He likes to be the bigger spoon or have you with your head resting on his chest.

Boyfriend “Salvatore”.

He would like to have children, but he respects your decision.

Boyfriend who would ask you to marry him on the field, the stadium packed, in one hand the World Cup and in the other the ring.

Groom who cried the whole wedding.

Husband, who is thankful every day for having the best family in the world.

© iwashie 2023, please do not translate, modify or republish my works

[likeadevils]

what songs from TTPD and TA are now yours? Which ones have spoken to you the most?

songs that are genuinely MINE

chloe or sam or sophia or marcus: i cried myself to sleep listening to this song on repeat on release night and for the life of me i cant tell you why. i think it’s a great example of her being older really deepening her writing— just that old scarred over longing of a possible life, a possible love, too far away to reach but close enough to brush past. also, the double edged sword of “if you want to break my cold, cold heart, just say’ i loved you the way that you were’”— you loved me before i’d twisted myself into the shape i am now in order to keep my current partner, but also, you loved me the way i was, not the way i am now

i look in peoples windows: i wrote a poem with the line “im afflicted by the not knowing” in it!! inspired by the outside!! and by spending so much of my childhood reading by moonlight and spying on my neighbors through their windows!!! it was called where midnight lives!!! what the fuck!!!

robin: another song i sobbed hysterically to. i was a strange little violent child obsessed with dinosaurs it feels like a lullaby someone made specifically about 3 year old me.

songs that i’m obsessed with:

but daddy i love him: the bridge is just so fun to scream along to. everytime ive been in a car since the album came out ive played this at least two times just cause

fresh out the slammer: it’s just. the first verse??? the way the song stutters apart for the last verse??? this song takes the blurry muse conceit of the album and uses it to its fullest. also just the diminishing returns from “but its gonna be alright, i did my time”

i can do it with a broken heart: my first listen favorite

the smallest man who ever lived: the bridge????? the bridge???? the bridge???? a few of the negative reviews specifically mentioned this song as boring and for a millisecond i was so angry i could’ve exploded

the black dog: this is like, the platonic ideal of a taylor swift song to me. just that old quiet tragedy she can build out of little moments of hoping your ex will remember you when they hear your favorite song or not having known your last kiss was your last kiss or your ex still sharing their location with you. like, it’s just her at her best, but with the maturity to sing “and you jump up, but she’s too young to know this song”

i hate it here: people have talked about seeing reputation in the anthology but i think you can also see so much debut and it makes me feel so tender. also i genuinely don’t understand why people don’t like “if chose the 1830s but without all the racists” like?? it’s supposed to be a bit clunky?? the songs about the limits of escapism?? the line enhances both of those themes?? also “i’m there most of the year” is such a funny devastating relatable lyric to say about a daydream

thank you aimee: it’s not every day a song inspires you to send this message about something a child did to you (fuck you madeline!!! fuck you jessie!!!)

the bolter: avoidant attachment representation!!! i love that it takes the stuff she hated about herself in the archer and just accepts and loves them and appreciates what they’ve given her. i especially love it because bolt can mean like, crossbow bolts, so it’s a flip on the archer. also “bolt” is one of my favorite words i love all the different meanings

“the only thing that’s left is the manuscript, one less souvenir from my trip to your shores, now and then i re-read the manuscript, but the story isnt mine anymore” also just had me sobbing. there’s just. wtf!!!!!!

[siena-sevenwits]

Goodness of yesterday:*

We had all been asked to attend the birthday party, which was themed around French Canadian history and the Order of Good Cheer, in clothing evocative of New France. I was going for a peasant habitant look, or at least a fantasy version of one with my limited costume choices. (Alas! I own a million costumes that are all made for a bunch of skinny high schoolers, and I am not that.) I cobbled together my red split front overdress, my gathered white chemise, and a thick petticoat beneath. About my waist I arranged a couple of coureur des bois sashes and a buckskin purse (which a real peasant woman probably would not have worn in the way I did, but at least they screamed "French Canadian.") Topped it off with a sort of cap made out of a toque and some lace, which I tucked my hair up into (probably the least convincing part of the ensemble, but I'm told it worked okay.)

I went into a shop to buy a present. My own car wasn't up to the road conditions, so I had borrowed my mom's van. It is the most massive thing you ever did see. I am entirely comfortable driving it but parking it in close quarters always has me in a flurry of second guesses. Anyway, the parking lot at the shop had been cleared of snow in the most insane way. A mountain of chunky snow the size of a small building blocked the end of several parking rows, so there was now way to drive the perimeter, and most importantly, no room to turn around in a honkin' big van. I slipped into the very last available parking space, only just managing to fit, right next to the mountain of snow. And I was terrifying I would not be able to back out. Yeah, I could back out the way I'd got in, but not turn around. (Add to this that of course the parking lot lines are all covered with snow, which leads to people just guessing and parking in a shambles way. Well, I've been in situations with that huge van which I did not want to relive. So I found myself praying to Jesus that when I came out of the shop, the car parked immediately across from me would be gone and no one would have taken its place, so I could just drive through the empty space and escape. And when I came out, He'd done it for me. I was so happy. Nothing miraculous by any means, but I felt loved.

And so I escaped.

The shop in question was Indigo. They had a single copy of 84 Charing Cross Road, which would be right up my friend's alley! They've never had it in stock before. Very gratifying.

Then on to the amazing birthday party. It was an absolute blast. The house was resplendent with Christmas. We had hearty French Canadian fare (including one of the best tourtieres I have ever tasted - beautifully flaky crust!) and ciders and homemade teas.

We sang lots of traditional songs in French (I was one of the only people there who did not speak French, but I kept up all right with the sheet music in front of me. It helped that I knew I couple of the tunes.) Sometimes the music was accompanied on harp or piano.

Everyone was also asked to bring a folk song to sing for the company. I asked them if they felt like hearing about kings or crime. One lone voice called, "Kings!" The rest of the room chorused, "Crime!" So I sang them "The Lincolnshire Poacher."

I was asked to call a ceilidh. There was not much room for longwise dancing in the living room, but they managed to dance The Bridge of Athlone like pros!

I did some praying in the car on the way home and became aware in a new way of some areas in my life that are messed up and that I really need to get serious about working on. It was not comfortable, but it didn't disturb my peace and get me down with shame, which often to me is a sign that it might be worth taking seriously as from God, rather than just a streak of discouragement or anxiety. And it's a grace, and a very Advent one, to have a chance to see these things more clearly.

I fell asleep reading about Amarantha and her "kidnapping."

[thedelicatearcher]

Swiftie finnick odair and rock gf

At first it's like the "omg, am I about to introduce you to Taylor Swift?" And he just explains everything to her so exited and shes like "yeah, basic white girl music, not for me" but he saw how invested she really is when he talked about her exes and how she tried to hide her humming tto the songs. later he finds her screaming haunted and better than revenge and crying to them and the other pop-rock songs

swiftie!finnick odair introduces taylor swift music to his rock!partner

finnick odair is a die-hard swiftie. not one of those swifties who rabidly defend taylor at the slightest criticism, but the kind who has made her music his daily soundtrack, likes decoding the double meanings of her lyrics, and enjoys the sense of community in the fandom. 

he has playlists for every mood or situation he may find himself in. even for the most unlikely scenarios, he has a taylor swift playlist for it. you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when you stumbled upon his ‘for my next car crash’ playlist on his phone.

on the other hand, pop music was never your thing. you always leaned towards music with heavier instruments, preferring rock’s distinctive melodies over the more repetitive sounds of pop. that’s one of the reasons you never actively listened to taylor swift; she never caught your attention as you thought her music fell into the realm of generic pop.

while deep cleaning your shared home, he swiftly called dibs on the music and grabbed the speaker. as you vacuumed the carpet, he swept and mopped the floor, singing along loudly and occasionally using the mop as an air guitar. 

then, a string of dramatic violins filled the room as ‘haunted’ started playing. you found yourself enjoying the song, quietly tapping your foot to its rhythm. eager to know the artist, you approached finnick and tapped his shoulder, pulling him out of his trance. “honey, what’s that song?” you asked curiously, and his eyes immediately lit up. 

“am i about to introduce you to taylor swift?” he asked, his voice filled with anticipation. his emotions were transparent, a wide grin on his face as if he wanted to kiss you senseless or start jumping up and down like an excited kid. however, your curious expression faded, and all that escaped your lips was a nonchalant “oh."

as soon as your smile vanished, so did his excitement. “what’s that supposed to mean? i thought you liked the song,” he asked with a sincere pout. the enthusiasm that had surged through him was gone as quickly as it had come.

“it’s just that her music is not for me. you know i'm not a fan of basic white girl music,” you shrugged and turned back to continue vacuuming the carpet, totally clueless at the puzzled look on his face. “honey, it’s not like that. just give it a chance,” he said, a little defensive. as much as he preferred to avoid conflict, he felt a little offended.

the moment you said “but she only writes about her exes,” his jaw dropped and he looked at you as if you just insulted his bloodline. he left the living room and went to the bedroom, a pang of guilt hitting your chest as you felt as maybe you had gone a little too far. you didn’t mean to insult his musical taste; in your head, you were just sharing your thoughts about an artist.

in reality, he was carefully making a playlist made just for you, taking into account the genres of music you love, the melodies that make you dance, and the themes you appreciate in songs. and there was finnick odair, with a playlist full of songs he knows you would like and some which make him think of you, a shy smile on his face as he imagines the look on yours when he explains to you all the metaphors in the songs he had loved for years.

“honey,” he calls you when he sees you sitting on the couch, his heart sinking a little when he sees your defeated expression. “i’m sorry, finn-” you start apologizing, but he cuts you off. “don’t worry, darling,” he presses his lips to your temple and nuzzles your head lightly. “i know you didn’t mean it in a bad way. i have something for you,” he says before sitting next to you with his legs crossed and pulling out his phone, your eyes curiously watching his screen as he opens a playlist named after you.

“i made this for you. just some songs i think you would like, and some that remind me of you,” he held back his urge to pepper kisses across your face when he saw your eyes soften. and he played every one of them for you, not before giving you a brief explanation about it, taking his time to describe some of the metaphors casual fans wouldn’t understand, and pointing out lyrics that paralleled certain moments in your relationship.

“they’re kinda good,” you admitted sincerely, your heart fluttering at the sight of his cheeky grin, knowing he was about to tease you for weeks. “i knew you were going to like them,” he admitted with one of his cocky smiles, playfully nudging you with his elbow. behind his smug grin, there was a warm feeling in his chest; he would not overlook you taking time to appreciate the music he so dearly loves, enjoying it and reading into the lyrics, even though it’s not the kind of music you would usually listen to. 

later, when he stumbled into the kitchen and found you humming the melodies of ‘the story of us’ completely unaware of his presence, he felt satisfied, mentally patting himself on the back for knowing you so well that he found the exact songs to help you change your mind.

[malleablemusic]

i avoided listening to radiohead based on the bad vibes I received from radiohead fans in middle+high school. my friend's partner and i were recently discussing our very opposite music tastes, and how her mother raised her on radiohead. my immigrant mother does not know radiohead even exists. this is an experiment in putting myself in to my friend catie's shoes. here's my review of ok computer:

airbag: 3/5 stars

feels like the way the ending of the breakfast club felt

"in an interstellar burst / i am back to save the universe"

pro car safety song, love it

wear your seatbelts and check your airbags

love the ending of the guitar strum tapering out

paranoid android: 3.8/5

ok rangee!! he has a beautiful voice

"ambition makes you look pretty ugly / kicking squealing, gucci little piggy" obsessed

feels like this song is multiple genres and somehow punk and funky

the guitar solo crescendo then slowing it back down then back into guitar solo again... his mind

subterranean homesick alien: 3.6/5

love how mysterious and discomfiting the guitar riffs are

encapsulates what i imagine the feeling of floating alone in space is like

a little underwhelming

exit music (for a film): 4.1/5

kind of boring intro

i like the harmonizing chorus in the background

2:49 beat drop hittttt the intro didn't have to be so long and quiet but the build up was almost worth it

3:20 oh... my god.. i am ascending

he sings "we hope that you choke" so angelically

i wish i could capture how the second half of the song made me feel into a bottle

let down: 3.2/5

i also feel crushed like a bug in the ground

him hitting the high note in "you know where you are" brought tears to my eyes

karma police: 3.3/5

this sounds like it was in skins (uk)

"her hitler hairdo is making me feel ill" crazy statement

i love the harmonizing "ahhs" in the background during the outtro

fitter happier: 4/5

very scary voice wow

terrifying background sounds

this is a masterpiece

"fitter, healthier and more productive / a pig / in a cage / on antibiotics" this is the american dream

electioneering: 4.5/5

very timely yikes

"when i go forwards you go backwards" so real! speak on it kurt!

from minute three on i felt like tearing apart my room and going on a rampage this is a call to riot

climbing up the walls: 4.2/5

very creepily romantic

if haunting adeline by h.d carlton was made into a movie this song would play in the trailer

im sensing a theme of long guitar intro and outros and honestly its growing on me

him screaming at the end was impeccable, 10/10, zero notes

no surprises: 5/5

i cant lie and say ive never heard this song, it has had a grip on me for years

heart is aching at the intro and eyes welled up uncontrollably

"a heart that's full up like a landfill / a job that slowly kills you / bruises that won't heal" stabbed me in the heart.

"you look so tired, unhappy / bring down the government / they don't, they don't speak for us" if i was a teenager when this song came out i think i would have had a very unhealthy obsession with mr cobain

had to lay on the floor for this one

a quiet life and a quiet death...no surprises. im weeping

SUCH A PRETTY HOUSE. AND SUCH A PRETTY GARDEN!

lucky: 2.4/5

who is sarah. this would have crushed me to hear as the obsessed teen i likely would have been

didn't wow me, not sure if it's because it followed a perfect song and therefore was held to a higher standard, or if it was just boring

the tourist 3/5

he is so right. i should slow down. sometimes i do get overcharged

i love love love when he belts. the control he had over his voice is so impressive

honestly, without no surprises i am not a huge fan of this album, but i definitely do understand and see the appeal. i will definitely be listening to more radiohead in the future ! overall 3.7

[kasey-writes-stuff]

Halloween|| Punz

Word count 2.8k Go to my amazing best friends page @prettytoxicrevolver to see the other POV and give them a follow they deserve so many more <3

Summary- Halloween with your boyfriend Punz

You and your best friend were putting the finishing touches on your matching Kim possible costumes in preparations for Dreams massive Halloween party with your guys insane group of friends.

You quickly yell to Y/BF/N

“I’m nearly done are you?!”

She yells back

“Yea give me like five!”

You shake your head

“They’ll be here any minute so you have like one!”

She yells back

“Well they can just wait the extra four or screw off!”

You laugh softly but your eyes widen hearing a knock at the door followed by it opening and the boys letting themselves in!

Foolish plops onto the couch already expecting a bit of a wait as Y/BF/N is always just a little late when it comes to Halloween costumes cause she’s a bit of a perfectionist

Punz however just walks into your room seeing you sat on your phone having finished a few minutes ago

You smile meeting him halfway wrapping your arms around him

“Hello mr stoppable”

His smile widens as he places his hands on your waist as he pushes your faces together lightly touching your noses

“Hello miss possible”

He smirks softly as he gives your tummy a quick scribble making you squeak and giggle jumping back

“EEK! Puhuhunnzzz!”

He laughs

“Sorry sorry I had to I mean when else am I gonna get unrestricted bare tummy access”

You roll your eyes

“You get it literally anytime you want”

He now rolls his eyes

“Okay okay true but still there’s something different about you being in a crop top than me having to reach under your shirt you know?”

You laugh softly

“Okay true I’ll give you that but still just please don’t torture me too much”

He snickers knowing you’re being dramatic to cover your flusteredness

“Okay no promises but I’ll try.. Do you think Y/BF/N and Foolish are ready yet?”

You shrug

“Depends on if they started a make out sesh and she had to fix her make up or not”

He groans softly

“I hope not I wanna get going I wanna show off our cool matching couples costumes”

You sigh softly as you grab his hand dragging him out and to your best friends room waiting outside the door

“YO YOU TWO READY OR ARE YOU STILL MAKING OUT BECAUSE IF WE DON’T GET THERE SOON I’M PRETTY SURE ALL THE BEST SNACKS WILL BE GONE!”

You hear shuffling and something fall followed by a brief yelp from foolish as the door opens and you see your best friend with a slightly disheveleddishelved wig and her black lipstick slightly smudged

“We’re good let’s go”

You point to her hair and lips

“Make sure you got your lip stick, a brush, a mirror and make up wipe on your purse you can fix it in the car”

Her eyes widen as she quickly grabs those items and soon enough you’re all out the door and in Punz’s car

You sit in the passenger seat as Punz drives Foolish and Y/BF/N in the back Y/BF/N quickly working to fix her make up as Foolish tells her he thinks it was funnier when it was messier

You’re in charge of the aux deciding to of course start with the Kim possible theme song Punz smiles widely stealing glances at you as you’re singing your heart out

After that you randomly pop on some 5SOS going with Babylon seeing as it’s your best friends favorite of hers

Her eyes widen and she lets out a yell of excitement as the two of you start belting the lyrics

After that it’s a mirade of 5SOS, WDW and a few picks from Punz and Foolish per request

Soon enough though you’ve made it to the party

You all pile out and head to gate easily opening it and heading to the door, Punz knocks and a few moments later Sapnap opens the door greeting you all playfully making banter

“Wow those are your ground breaking matching couples costumes”

As you’re about to make a sassy reply slyvee and hannah scream in excitement both because of the costumes and because of seeing you and Y/BF/N after not seeing you guys for a while

Punz smirks

“You were saying?”

Sapnap rolls his eyes as Punz and Foolish step in and he closes the door behind them

You and Y/BF/N are still excitedly talking to Hannah and Sylvee when Punz sneaks behind you wrapping his hands around your waist stopping them to rest on your stomach lightly and slowly opening and closing his hand his dull finger nails running along it

You jump slightly and lean your head on his shoulder tilting your head to look at him as you giggle your cheeks tinted red

“Hihihi hohonneheyy”

He smiles and stops after a second more rubbing the left over tingles away

“Hi baby, do you wanna go get some snacks or hang here for a bit I can always grab extra to make sure you get something”

Your giggles slow to a stop and you smile wider giving him a quick peck on the cheek

“Would you? Please? I’ll meet up with you super soon we just wanna chat a little more and take a few pictures!”

He smiles blushing softly

“Of course, take your time you don’t get to see them often but you see me basically anytime you want”

You coo softly as you turn and give him a proper kiss on the lips

“I love you thank you”

He smiles into the kiss

“I love you too have fun”

And so with that you and Y/BF/N and sylvee and Hannah chat and walk about chatting to other friends at random as you find the best spots to take pictures

A few minutes after that you all head to the living room you separate from Y/BF/N, Hannah and sylvee for a bit as you notice Boomer!

You excitedly run to him having not even known he was coming

“What the frick?!? Boomer?!?”

Boomer chuckles softly the plan having worked

“Y/N! Hey!”

Your jaw is dropped as you quickly wrap your arms around the slightly taller man

“What the heck how could you not tell me you were coming?!?”

You hear Punz coming behind you laughing as you release from Boomer he’s now also laughing and him and Punz hi five

You scoff

“What the heck you two planned this?!?”

They each nod and Boomer quickly points to Punz throwing his hands up in surrender after

“It was his idea!”

Punz now scoffs at Boomer throwing him under the bus

“Look I just really wanted to surprise you okay is that such a bad thing?”

You sigh a smile making its way to face as you grab his hand pulling him to you and wrapping your arms around his neck his hands finding home at your waist

“No it’s really not but still don’t think I’m not gonna get you for your little plan”

You smirk softly one of your hands drifting down to his ribs gently scribbling as a warning making him jump and hold back a giggle

“Do you really wanna play that game darling?”

He quickly scribbles on your exposed sides causing you to jump and giggle moving away

“Puhunzz! Noho not with so many people around!”

He smirks snickering softly

“Afraid they’ll catch on and tickle you their ownsleves?”

Boomer steps forward chuckling softly from where he had stood to the side watching with a wide happy smile as he lightly pokes at your exposed stomach

“Oh yea I didn’t even realize this costume totally has them exposing two of their most insanely ticklish spots!”

You squeak slapping his hand softly as you protectively cover your stomach

“S-shut up I only did it to be costume accurate!”

Punz and Boomer share a knowing look

“Alright yea whatever you say big dawg”

Punz suddenly remembers your snacks

“Oh yea here’s your snacks”

You smile softly gratefully taking the plate

“Thank you honey”

He nods

“Of course”

Boomer fake pukes rolling his eyes

“Well as fun as it’s been sitting here getting nauseous watching you two love birds I’m gonna go say hey to some other peeps I’ll catch you before I head back to the hotel we gotta hang again before I head back home”

You nod

“Of course of course see you later boomie!”

You and Punz slowly make your way around to your various friends trying to really catch up with everyone you rarely get to see. Your smile grows super wide as you spot Karl you start to make your way too him but you’re cut off as Karl yells excitedly practically running into Punz’s arms.

“PUNZ!”

“KARL!”

Punz catches Karl barely stumbling backwards, and you shake your head softly rolling your eyes fondly.

“What am I chopped liver?”

Karl and Punz giggle.

“Sorry I just got so overwhelmed by his handsomeness I couldn’t contain myself.”

“Yea baby he can’t help it he’s so charmed by me!”

You roll your eyes again walking over to the two shaking your head as you playfully say.

“What am I not charming enough for a jumping hug?”

Karl rolls his eyes giggling softly.

“Oh you’re so dramatic, calm down silly of course you’re worth a jumping hug in fact you’re worth a million”

You giggle and back up a little, quickly running and jumping into Karl’s arms.

He catches you stumbling slightly as your legs wrap around him.

“Hohohllyy gehehzzehehe cutie you good now?”

You laugh nodding softly and slowly climbing off him.

“Yea I’m good got my fill for now.”

Karl smiles nodding as well.

“Good good, I’m in Florida like another three days we’ll have to all meet up again before I head home.”

Punz nods wrapping his arm softly around your waist.

“For sure for sure maybe we can hit up Disney or something.”

You smile brightly it having been a good few months since you had been to Disney.

“Yea that would be great maybe we can gather a little group together.”

Karl smiles bouncing on his heels excitedly!

“Yea that’s great! I’d love that I’ll go talk to some of the others and then I’ll text you guys later with the details or make a little group chat.”

Punz smiles nodding excitedly!

“Yea for sure man just let us know whenever!”

Karl nods beginning to walk off.

“I will I will I’ll catch you guys later!”

You nod.

“See ya later Karl!”

Punz nods again.

“Catch ya later!”

With that you and Punz decide to go head to the couch it’s surprisingly empty, you cuddle up against Punz his arms easily slipping around you hands resting on your stomach.

You smile up at him.

“This party is great I love seeing all our friends but you know a quick little moment like this with you is exactly what I was needing to recharge.”

He presses a kiss to the top of your head smiling.

“You know I was thinking the same thing but there’s one thing missing.”

You tilt your head softly

“What’s that baby?”

He snickers softly.

“Your laughter.”

He smiles wider as he quickly skitters his fingers all across your exposed stomach and sides!

You squeal squirming in his hold thankful for once for the blaring music as it hopefully covered your laughter.

“EEP PUHUNNZZ NOHO YOOUUU SHAHAIHIDDD YOOUUU WOOULLDDNNTT!”

He laughed softly.

“Whahahatt I said I wouldn’t around everyone and to be fair I really haven’t besides when I first left you with Y/BF/N, Sylvee, Hannah and a little around boomer and now we’re over here everyone else is there and no one’s even watching.”

You whine through your laughter knowing he was right.

“IHIHI WIHILLL SOHO GEEHETT YOUU BAHACCKK!”

He blushes softly rolling his eyes a bit.

“Yea yea I’ll be waiting patiently for that..”

He stops after a few more seconds.

You slow to residual giggles sitting up and just staring at him so entranced by him this happened often you would just zone out looking at him wondering how you ever got him.

He waved a hand in front of your face.

“Yo y/n you there don’t make me raspberry you..”

You quickly snap out of it cover your mid section protectively.

“No!”

You yelp giggling as you lightly slap him.

Suddenly there’s a weight joining you guys on the couch you look over and see Y/BF/N and Foolish.

They each roll their eyes playfully at you guys.

“Ugh how gross get a room.”

Your best friend jokingly says and Foolish nods.

“Yea nobody wants to see you all coupley that’s so gross.”

You roll your eyes,

“Oh please as if you guys aren’t just as bad.”

Punz snickers.

“Yea as if we didn’t have to wait for you guys to fix your makeup after your make out sesh.”

Foolish scoffs softly.

“At least we did it in a room.”

You laugh softly.

“Technically we are in a room.”

Your best friend holds back a smile.

“A private room of our own not a party room full of people.”

Punz rolls his eyes softly.

“So is this your way of telling us you wanna get out of here.”

Foolish shrugs softly.

“No we weren’t really saying that but if you guys wanna dip I don’t mind.”

Your best friend nods.

“Yea I don’t really care I’m down for whatever”

You and Punz look at each other and shrug.

“I’m sure most everyone will still be in town a few days or so, so we can meet up with them again soon so I’m down to leave if you are.”

He nods.

“Yea sure that’s fine with me”

So the four of you leave the couch slowly saying your goodbyes to everyone you can manage to catch making mentions of meeting up before they leave.

So with that you’re out to the car same positions as you came but this time Foolish and Punz more in charge of the music!

It’s a wild variety of things and on the ride you all discuss what to do next whether to just all go to your own places or to all stay at one place.

After a bit it’s decided you’re going to drive to Punz and Foolish’s place you and Punz will hang there for the night and Foolish will drive him and Y/BF/N back to your guys place and they will stay there for the night.

So soon enough you’ve all made it, you and Punz wave goodbye to Y/BF/N and Foolish as they drive off and quickly head inside giggling happily as you each rush to his room, having your mini race to see who could get there first as always.

Punz is much faster so 9/10 he wins so it’s not surprise when he wins this time.

He plops onto the bed and you groan playfully as he cheers excitedly.

“Woo!! I won!!! And as almost always I want the standard prize”

He opens his arms.

You blush brightly giggles bubbling your throat as you crawl into his open arms covering your face.

“Eee Punzhieheh!”

He laughs softly moving your hands from your face.

“You know the rules we always have to keep our faces uncovered especially yours since it’s so beautiful”

You shake your head giggling.

“Thahatss thehe duhumbbehst ruhulehe”

He laughs softly.

“Oh come on you���re the one that came up with the rule”

“Yehehahha ihihi cahahmehe uhupp wihitthh ihitt fohorr yoouuu!”

He rolls his eyes fondly as he begins gently scratching your stomach.

“Yea and I said I would only agree to it if the same rule could apply to you!”

You squeak your giggles increasing as your squirm softly.

“EEK! OhoHOKAHAyyy trrruuhuehehe buhuttt ihihi stihilll thihinnkkkkk ihittss uhuhnnfhahaihirrr!”

He smiles as he starts squeezing your sides.

“You always say everything is unfair when I’m tickling to you pieces!”

You squeal bursting into laughter!

“EEP! SHIHIZ PUHUNNZZ NAHAHA DOHONTT!”

He smirks softly at you.

“Oh don’t what? Don’t squeeze you’re incredibly sensitive bare sides? Hmm let’s see, say I’m the absolute best boyfriend in the world and you’re favorite tickler to ever tickle you and then I’ll stop!”

Your eyes widen and your cheeks immediately brighten as you shake your head.

“NAHAHHA YOOUUU KNOHOHOWWW IHIHI CAHAHAHANNNTTT SHAHHAYYY THEHEHE WOHOHORRDDD!”

He snickers nodding softly.

“I know you can’t which is exactly why I asked you to say it just to fluster you, I guess since you really really can’t say it then I’ll accept you just saying ler.”

You nod grateful for his caringness.

“OHOKKAHHAYYY FIHIHINEHHE YOOUUURRHEHEHE THEHEHE BEHHESSTTT BOHOHYYYFFRRIHIEHENNDDD IHHINN THEHE WOHOHRRLLDD AHAHNDD BEHEHSSTTT LEHEHRRR TOOO EHEHVVEHEHERRR TWOHOHRRDD MEHEHE!”

He smiles and slows to a stop softly kissing your nose.

“That’s what I thought, now come on let’s shower and change into some pj’s okay?”

You giggle residually and nod in agreement.

“Ahahllrrrihihigghtttt.”

And so it was a perfect end to a perfect Halloween.

[beetlebugdash]

Miraculous awakening thoughts and live reaction! (Major spoilers!)

- holy crap we made it to a movie

- I'm so excited

- Remember back in season 2 (I think) that a live action movie was coming

- Good times

- Anyways this

- Netflix presents tears

- No magic

- JUMPS SCARE

- we've been known thanks for explaining

- Dark butterflies and angry? Wanna see the counterpart

- LADYBUG AND CAT NOIR

- stronger than death?

- THE CLASSIC MOVIE MUSIC

- PARIS!!??!)

- classic movie intro is classic

- PHOTOGRAPHER AND NEWSPERSON

- CROSSWINDS

- the road????

- Marionette wears a watch?

- I love her dad

- UNICORNBCAKES

- 10/10 diversity

- Daddy??? Ok Chloe

- Listen to my chest???? Idk what u mean

- YOU JUST GOTTA BELIEVE!!!!

- Christina that isn't your singing voice

- CHRISTINA HAS A GOOD VOICE

- love the painter's design

- It dosent sound like her

- DOG

- THE TEA SCENE FORM THE PV

- Lotta unique background character designs

- WHERE DID U GET THE BIKE

- iconic locations beauty

- THE SKETCHBOOK!

- ALSO ANIMATION IS GORGEOUS

- other friends???

- I wanna know

- Gabriel designs, you'll soon hate him

- Polka dot dress before ladybug

- Ooo sparkles

- ITS A FLOATING SKETCHBOOK

- fireworks ooooooo

- "Here's some perfume”

- YOU SPIN ME ROUND

- NATALIE And Gabriel

- TODD VOICE YAY

- Love that persons hair

- I thought Gabriel is never in public?¿

- Chloe's voice sounds odd?

- BWAHAHAHHAHA

- oh it's Gabriel agreste sweater

- A+ to alya

- "EAT BREAD WITH BUTTER"

- FINALLY GLASSES FLARE

- MEANT TO BE?

- recorder

- GYMNASTICS AU COME TRUE

- TRANSITION TO EMILIE

- ugh she looks so pretty

- Odd

- LUKA AND JULEKA

- Rude ugh

- Oh i hate Chloe

- AHAHAHA

- At least we know school layout kinda

- Little bit of luck? Yea here allergies

- Alegies or dust WE NEED TO KNOW

- IT THE SEASON 1 FINALE ALL OVER AGAIN

- CAT BOOK

- theyre trying to make everyone fall for Adrien

- ukulele music?

- NINO YEAAAA

- oooo amusement park

- Depressing Adrien

- Natalie I love

- I HATE GABRIEL

- i smell a sad song

- LONG HAIRED GABRIEL IS REAL????

- long entry hallways

- Wow Gabriel has very pretty nails

- HE HAS A WATCH TOO?

- EMILIE LORE?

- oh she was a performer omg

- HAPPY BIRTHDAY?????

- ooooooooooo

- nooroo????

- WOAH

- master fu knows whazzup

- This movie is going really fast an lots of jumps

- Oh plagg and tikki fight????

- Marinella????

- HIT BY A CAR?

- SCREAMING EXCHANGE

- GASP

- 10/10 BREAKS

- uh crazy man bye

- MASTER FU WHAT THE

- creepy hall? Sure!

- Poor Chloe

- Sabrina is a wingman OOO

- random window opening? Sure!

- CAT

- MIRACULOUS

- failed proposal?

- oh no first akuma attack

- WOA CREEPY

- well evil spirits

- Oooo a ladybug

- ooooooo

- “Who saves a life saves the world”

- IT'S LIKE THE ORIGINAL ANIMATION

- TIKKI!

- “GIRLS CAN WEAR PANTS” YES

- can you say kwami

- Tiny genie sure

- “I WET THE BED”

- REDEMPTION FOR THE CHRISTMAS EPISODE CAUSE TIKKI ONLY HAD 1 LINE

- THE THEME SONG? ¿

- "I'll hide in a tree"

- RAPPING TIKKI?

- BWAHAHAHA

- CONTINUITY!

- Aw marinette has doubts

- "Im out of patience"

- that poor security guard

- WHERE IS QUASIMODO WHEN U NEED HIM

- "first a song now a yoyo what's next a tea set???"

- CRASH

- oh hi cat noir

- bonjour

- "Do I know u?"

- A WATERMELON

- CAT NOURS SIDEKICK LOL

- omg cat noir will always me my fav

- CAT PUNS!!?!

- oh no cat noir

- RUUUUUUNNNNNNN

- "Not on the first date!"

- Omg I love him

- "Is that a watermelon"

- CANONBALL!

- SHERO

- wet haired cat noir

- 👍

- BON APPETITEEEEEE

- little Adrien lol

- cat noir outta breath lol

- 2-0 gargoyle

- GO FETCH PUPPY

- KITTY

- MIRACULOUS POWER

- "Thank goodness marinette is at home" lol

- oH NO NOT THE TAIL

- WO

- zag news LOL

- DON'T BE BEMUSED IT'S JUST THE NEWS

- THE MUSIC AHAHGAHAHAHHA

- oh no loose akuma

- master FU

- Miraculous: tales of watermelon and insane

- coooooooool

- Hawkwho?

- THE WINK

- TOGETHER!

- failure is not your enemy, fears are

- New cat singing voice

- I like this voice (no offence Bryce)

- oh I love this song

- Bounce from the clouds

- HEARTS CLOUD

- and moon cloud

- Oh it's a swan cloud

- Transitions are horrid

- rosemary?

- SHOSHOCHEF

- stinks

- PLAGG

- ewwwww

- THE BURN

- Natalie hears PLAGG LOL

- And cat puns!

- Hey he has picture in his room!

- PTFAFS

- "she knows her stuff" *proceeds to screem*

- PUSS IN BOOTS

- mic drop marinette out

- can't get rid of it lol

- haHaHA

- poop

- ugh fear

- NATALIE HAS A HOME OTHER THAN THE AGEESTE MANSION

- nooroo ily

- “I have nothing to loose” ADRIEN??

- HAWKMOTH SONG

- BEST SONG

- BEAUTY ANIMATION

- Shakespeare hawkmoth

- SO EVIL

- IS THIS KEITH?????

- THEY HAVE KEITH SINGING BUT NOT CHRISTINE UGH

- THE MIME

- HAWKMOTH HAWKMOTH HAWKMOTH

- THE TOPHAT

- HIGH NOTE WOOO

- Butt kicking girl superhero WOO

- how did u get some of those

- stealing money????????

- BOOM

- Dr love nino

- Roses means desperate

- I LOVE HIS APRON

- oh I love marinettes dad

- Dr love more like Dr not

- why did u look at her sketches

- man duck Gabriel

- THE WHILHEM SCREEM

- oh no poor nino

- POOR SABRINA

- 0.0

- oooo chaos

- Ironically I just saw a magician today

- I think?

- LEMME RIDE THE HORSES

- anxiety ridden Marinette

- ITS THE SONG!

- eh it’s ok I guess?

- Animation still looks cool

- Tikki scare is scary

- TIKKI SPOTS ON

- TRANSFORMATION IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PUBLIC

- creepy baby balloon

- what is with ladybug and cats voices

- STRONGER TOGETHER

- boo you Chloe

- LONG YIME NO SPEAK

- THE GARBAGE

- POOR NINO

- nino confession goes out the window

- POOR CAT

- At least their adding sounds to the bell like come on it is annoying

- WHY ISNT THAT FAMILY RUNNING?

- POP

- HAWKMOTH FACE

- BYE BYE LITTLE BUTTERFLIES

- PARTNERS

- OH THE SONG

- CROSSOINT MAN

- BUBBLER!

- MIRACULOUS!

- GYMNASTICS!

- THE CARS

- ICE CREAM PATROL!!!!!

- ITS THE LOVE SONG

- whoops

- I LOVE LADYNOIR

- this is the ladynoir I’ve been missing from the show

- THE OFFICIAL ART!

- ADULTS ARE HAVING A CONVERSATION!

- glow=danger?

- broken heart

- UGH YOU FOOL

- love song love song love song love song

- “I wouldn’t get close to anyone after my mom died” “I got close to you” AAAAAAAAH

- WHERE DID THESE TEARS COME FROM?¿

- oh i love them

- NO DONT GO

- OW

- JUST AN EMPTY HEART

- PLAGG

- ADRIEN STANDING UP TO HIS DAD!

- Follow your heart AND THEIR THE SAME PERSON!

- ow

- SCREW YOU CHLOE

- aw

- She wears a tank top?

- “I dreamed of calling Paris home” uh you live in Paris?????

- Where did they get the ladybug and cat noir shots?

- IM NOT CRYING YOU ARE!

- ITS A CHILDRENS MOVIE WHY AM I CRYING

- YO HAWKMOTH

- creepy eepy

- JEREMY ZAG!

- yOOooOooo

- wow this got dark quick

- CAT NOOOOOOOO

- dude look outside

- selfie it truly is gen z

- GO PLAGG

- LADYBUG NO

- FINALLY

- no don’t do this now

- stronger together????

- oh no

- Another fall for the Eiffel Tower yet this feels different

- CAT

- LADYBUG GO SAVE HIM

- oh no oh no oh no

- OH NO

- THE MIRACULOUS

- OH NO

- YEAAAAAA CAT

- ow

- flashback

- OH NO HIS MASK

- MARICHAT FOR DA WIN

- FINALLY

- O MY GOD

- MY LITTLE BOY

- FLASHBACK

- LITTLE ADRIEN

- THE MIRACULOUS BOOK

- love over death

- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

- Marinette watching like 🧍‍♀️

- oooooo pretty music

- master fu where did u come from

- ITS THE CREEPY GUY!

- LADYBUG LADYBUG (and cat noir maybe)

- ok that’s different

- ITS LIKE THE FANTASMIC SCENE

- aaaawwww it’s nearly over

- THE BALL

- VOLKSWAGEN

- Sabrina’s just like “meh”

- REVEAL?

- SNOW HEART IN TREE

- YEAAAA

- IS HE CRYING

- HES SO HAPPY

- MUSIC KNOWS HOW BIG IT IS

- KISS KISS

- THEY DID THAT FOR THE FANS

- post credit sequal?

- SEQUAL??????

- AND THE PRE MOVIE SCENES

- Overall: harsh transitions, hate ladybugs voice, and a bit rushed, and I despised the ending was anticlimactic with ladybug, but overall for a miraculous movie was alright it has amazing animation

- They somehow made it cater for both the old and longtime fans and young and newbie fans good job (for the most part)

- I don’t have a rating since it’s a stand alone movie so I’m just gonna go cry in the corner until season 6 or more ladynoir

[fair-night-starry-tears]

Since “Mother Knows Nothing Is Best” wins! Here’s a dashing story! But be surprise, the voice is not who you expect him to be!

Warning: blood!

- murder/death (not to the mc)

- abuse

- corruption of the roses

- the entry of the dark prince of the shadows

——————————————————————————

I can’t believe I had fallen for a trap…. Especially when I knew he was trapped with that horrible woman. Don’t be a hero. Or you’ll die a little early. But I survived, I’m too stubborn to die. I want….

“I want…..” a faint voice spoke, as the young man lay on a rose bush full of thorns that are were holding his body. Roses that were once white now stained and became red. As the boy, Ryder, laid there. As he hears the wails from a tower, as Ryder had his eyes closed shut, as roses and vines have covered his eyes. Blood became his tears. And he could hear his screams. “NO!!!! PLEASE!!! RYDER PLEASE!!!! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!!!!” And he felt a cold sweat fall from his body, then heard the storm. Rain, it felt so nice. He could hear the struggles. And sighed.

…… “I guess I’ll live to be a villain… just to protect him…”

——-

A woman was dragging the poor blonde boy away, “look what you made me do!!!!” She angrily shouted to the long blonde hair boy, slapping him across the face. “At least he will not be a bother to us! And this time, you will stay forever at your room!!!”

The blonde, named Ralpheus, was struggling to break free from his “mother” grasp. He felt weak. Sobbing as the boy who gave him the hope of freedom was stripped away from him. He kept crying and screaming, getting bruises as the woman dragged him to the car. Only to scream in agony. Ralpheus was in the car, staring to the close locked door as he watched his “mother” slowly fall with the tint of red. Revealing Ryder from behind. His body covered in red beautiful roses, his face dawn and dazzled with thorn vines that were black as night, and his body stained with red. He couldn’t see, but he could hear. And he huffed, as he walked to the woman body, pulling a knife he had thrown and stabbed the woman profusely until the woman wails were gone. He dragged himself up, as he unlocked the car doors. As Ralpheus leaped to the boys arm. Sobbing as he cried, “Ryder! Oh my sevens!!! Are you alright?! Here let me-“ Ryder gently pulled the boy hand away from his face. “Your mother…. She knew nothing is best for you…. Only for herself.” He said. “Don’t worry, it’s time to take you home.” Hw said, stubbornly keeping his wounds after all, he fell from a tower, and survived with a stab wound to the stomach. He’s too stubborn to leave Ralpheus alone. He be damned if such a cruel monster hold him hostage.

He died a hero…. But reborn as a guardian.

@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind @skboba-stars @nproduction626 @rose-tea-and-strawberries @anxious-twisted-vampire @luxstring @yukii0nna

Y’all must’ve thought Ralpheus was gonna sing some angst but it’s not him. It’s fucking Ryder! Lmao. GET SIKED

Okay next one!

Ps. Ryder is still alright. He got healed but he kept the roses and thorns to show he survived a painful fall.