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domm1etae · 7 days ago

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sent to tempt me - chapter six

chapter six: the tension builds

chapter summary: Yunho’s nerves spiral out of control as he overthinks his upcoming talk with Mingi, seeking refuge with Jisung for advice, but the tension only deepens when he finally returns to the dorm

pairing: yunho x mingi

genre: smut (not yet but there will be eventually), angst, fluff, romance, m/m, non!idol!ateez, sub!yunho, dom!mingi, drama, coming of age, collage, religion

rating: 18+ (for the whole series bc there will be smut eventually) | mdni

word count: 2.6k

warnings under

collage, roommates, sub!yunho, dom!mingi, bad boy mingi and religious church good boy yunho same-sex attraction, m/m, teasing, dark themes, homophobia, self discovery, pet names, strangers to lovers, religion and religious topics, aaaand more will be added soon hehehe

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author's note: i’m fully focused on this story right now and not working on anything else, but i’m feeling a bit burnt out. because of that, it’s taking me longer than i’d like to make progress.

Yunho’s head snapped up so fast he nearly dropped his pen. His eyes darted to the back of the room, where Mingi sat.

Mingi wasn’t laughing anymore. He was staring right at Yunho, his face unreadable. The usual grin that always seemed glued to his face had vanished, replaced with something neutral, maybe even serious. It wasn’t outright hostile, but it still sent a chill down Yunho’s spine.

Yunho froze under the weight of that stare. His heart thudded uncomfortably, and his stomach twisted. He wanted to look away—needed to—but his body was apparently on strike. His hands stayed limp on his notebook, and his eyes stayed locked on Mingi’s.

From behind Mingi, his friends were poking him in the sides, laughing and whispering things Yunho couldn’t quite hear. Mingi batted them away, muttering something that made them laugh even harder.

The teacher cleared her throat, drawing the class’s attention. “Alright, that’s all for today. Make sure to grab the handout before you leave!”

The noise of chairs scraping and backpacks zipping filled the room, but Yunho stayed rooted to his seat. He wasn’t about to risk brushing past Mingi at the door.

He glanced toward the back of the room just in time to see Mingi get up and saunter over to the teacher’s desk. Yunho tensed.

“Excuse me, Ms. Kang?” Mingi said, his voice low but firm.

“Yes, Song Mingi?”

“Isn’t it possible to switch partners?” he asked, leaning casually against the edge of her desk.

Yunho’s jaw tightened. He wasn’t sure why the question annoyed him so much, but it did.

Ms. Kang sighed, folding her arms. “The groups are already set. I matched everyone based on the seating chart. It’s fair and random.”

Mingi tilted his head, trying again. “Right, but I mean, just this once? If someone else—”

“No,” she said flatly. “This project will count for a significant part of your final grade. It’s due in two and a half months, and I expect everyone to put in their best effort. That means you and Jeong Yunho need to figure out how to work together. End of discussion.”

Yunho realized, belatedly, that he’d somehow ended up near the teacher’s desk. He wasn’t even sure when he’d stood up. Now, he was just… there, awkwardly standing a few feet from Mingi and Ms. Kang.

Ms. Kang noticed him and raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Jeong, is there something you want to say?”

“Uh, no, ma’am,” Yunho mumbled, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

Mingi turned slightly, giving Yunho a sidelong glance. It wasn’t exactly hostile, but it wasn’t friendly either. Yunho stared at the floor, pretending to adjust his bag strap.

“Good,” Ms. Kang said firmly. “Now, both of you better get started on this project. I’ll expect updates along the way.” She gave Mingi a pointed look. “Dismissed.”

Mingi didn’t argue further. He nodded once, grabbed his bag, and headed toward the door. Yunho followed at a safe distance, his mind racing with all the ways this could go horribly wrong.

Just as Yunho stepped into the hallway, Mingi turned around, stopping him in his tracks.

“I don’t have time for you right now,” Mingi said, his voice low enough that only Yunho could hear. “But I expect you to be ready to talk about this shit tonight.”

Yunho blinked, startled.

“You’ll be in the dorm, right?” Mingi continued, then smirked. “Oh, wait, why am I even asking? You’re always there. Gee, I wonder why?”

He gave a sarcastic laugh and didn’t wait for Yunho to reply before turning and walking away, his friends falling into step beside him, still laughing about something Yunho couldn’t hear.

Yunho stood there for a moment, staring after him. His stomach churned, and his grip tightened on the strap of his bag.

This was going to be a long two and a half months.

By the time Yunho stumbled into the dorm, his head was an absolute mess. Mingi’s voice seemed to follow him like an annoying echo, bouncing off the walls of his mind.

"I don’t have time for you, but I expect you to be ready to talk about this shit tonight. You’ll be in the dorm, right? Oh wait, why am I asking? You’re ALWAYS there."

Yunho dropped his bag unceremoniously on the floor and slumped against the door, closing his eyes. His heart still hadn’t stopped racing from earlier, and his palms were damp with sweat. The worst part wasn’t even Mingi’s words—it was the way he’d said them. That casual, taunting tone paired with the smirk that was burned into Yunho’s brain.

The smirk wasn’t even that charming. Or that infuriating.

He groaned, kicking his bag away as he made his way to the desk. The thought of sitting still felt impossible, so he grabbed a bottle of water and chugged half of it, hoping it would cool him down. But his nerves weren’t having it.

He sat down at his desk, opening his laptop with trembling hands. “Focus,” he muttered to himself, pulling up his literature assignment. The blank document stared back at him, white and unforgiving.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard, but the only thing he could think about was Mingi.

"You’re always there," Mingi had said. Yunho’s lip curled as he leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. What the hell did that even mean? Was Mingi making fun of him for staying in the dorm? Not everyone had a fan club waiting for them outside of class.

He clicked his pen absentmindedly, the repetitive sound doing little to calm his mind.

"I expect you to be ready to talk about this shit tonight."

The memory of Mingi’s voice sent a shiver down his spine. Yunho hated how authoritative he sounded, like he’d already decided the outcome of their conversation. It was infuriating. And unfair.

Yunho’s thoughts spiraled further.

What if Mingi showed up and immediately laid into him? Told him he wasn’t good enough for the project, that he’d just slow Mingi down? He could picture it so vividly—Mingi towering over him, arms crossed, that stupid smirk back in place.

"Don’t worry, I’ll carry the team. Just try not to mess it up too much, Jeong."

The idea made Yunho’s skin crawl. He rubbed his temples, trying to shake off the mental image. But no matter how hard he tried, his brain conjured up more scenarios, each worse than the last.

Mingi might not even be mean about it. Maybe he’d be dismissive instead, brushing Yunho off entirely.

"I don’t have time to explain everything to you, so just do what I tell you."

Yunho’s jaw clenched. He wasn’t stupid. Sure, Mingi was probably used to being the center of attention, but Yunho wasn’t some clueless kid who needed babysitting.

He huffed, leaning forward and resting his head on the desk. The cool surface felt good against his forehead, but it did nothing to quiet the storm raging inside him.

And then his mind did something completely unhelpful: it wandered into dangerous territory.

What if Mingi wasn’t dismissive or mean? What if he got… weird? Yunho sat up abruptly, shaking his head. No, that was ridiculous.

But the thought had already taken root, blooming into a vivid—and utterly mortifying—scenario.

Mingi would show up, lean against the doorframe like he owned the place, and say something cryptic like, “Do you know why I can’t stand you, Yunho?”

Yunho gulped, his throat suddenly dry.

Mingi would walk closer, his voice dropping lower. “It’s because you’re so damn pretty.”

Yunho’s heart skipped a beat as the mental image unfolded, completely beyond his control.

Mingi would grab his wrist, pulling him to his feet. “I hate how much you distract me,” he’d growl, his grip firm but not painful.

Yunho’s breath hitched.

And then Mingi would tilt his head, his lips brushing—

“STOP!” Yunho shouted, slamming his hands on the desk. The sound echoed in the empty room, making him flinch. He pressed his palms against his cheeks, which were burning hot.

“What is wrong with me?” he muttered, pacing the room. His thoughts were completely out of control, and he had no idea how to reel them back in.

The silence of the dorm suddenly felt oppressive, like the walls were closing in on him. Yunho grabbed his phone, desperate for a distraction. His thumb hovered over the screen before he dialed the only person he could think of.

The line rang twice before Jisung picked up. “Yunho? What’s up?”

“Hey,” Yunho said quickly, his voice strained. “Can I, uh, come over for a bit? Like, right now?”

“Right now?” Jisung sounded surprised, but not annoyed. “Yeah, sure. Everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just…” Yunho hesitated, glancing at the door as if Mingi might burst in at any second. “I need to get out of here for a while.”

“Say no more,” Jisung said easily. “Door’s open. Just let yourself in.”

“Thanks, man,” Yunho mumbled, already grabbing his bag.

As he shoved his laptop and notebook inside, his hands trembled. He wasn’t sure if going to Jisung’s dorm would fix anything, but at least he wouldn’t be alone in this suffocating space, waiting for the inevitable.

As Yunho stepped into the hallway, his heart felt a tiny bit lighter. But deep down, he knew this was just a temporary reprieve.

The real storm was still coming.

Yunho knocked twice before pushing the door open, already feeling a little better knowing Jisung would be his sounding board.

Jisung was sprawled on his bed, scrolling through his phone, but as soon as Yunho stepped in, he sat up dramatically, tossing the phone aside. “Okay, spill. What happened with that asshole?”

Yunho blinked, frozen in the doorway. “How do you know it’s about him?”

Jisung raised an eyebrow, lips quirking into a smirk. “What? You think I expected you to be frustrated over something else? Like what—praying too much?” He gave an exaggerated gasp. “Oh no, not enough Bible study hours this week? Heaven forbid!”

Yunho scowled, shutting the door behind him. “Ha ha. Very funny.”

Jisung patted the bed beside him. “Come on, baby boy. Sit your righteous ass down and tell me what Mingi did this time. Oh, and for the record, I did hear someone at school mention Mingi being paired with his dormmate for a project. So yeah, I kinda figured.”

Yunho groaned, dropping his bag onto the floor and collapsing onto the edge of the bed. He rubbed his face with both hands, muffling his voice as he said, “I hate how much everyone knows everything about him.”

“That’s life when you’re the school’s golden boy.” Jisung shrugged. “Now spill.”

Yunho sighed, letting his hands fall to his lap. “Where do I even start?”

“Start with why you looked like you were going to combust when you called me,” Jisung said, crossing his legs under him. “What did he do? Or say? Or—ugh—smirk at you this time?”

Yunho hesitated, then decided to just let it all out. “So, the teacher announced the project partners today. And of course, it’s him.”

Jisung gasped theatrically, clutching his chest. “You mean to tell me the universe is forcing you to spend time with Mr. Perfect? I’m shocked. Truly shocked.”

“Can you stop?” Yunho groaned.

“Fine, fine. Continue.”

“So, after class, he went up to the teacher to ask if he could be paired with someone else,” Yunho admitted, staring down at his hands. “Like, right in front of me.”

Jisung’s jaw dropped. “No way. He didn’t!”

“He did.” Yunho laughed bitterly. “And when the teacher said no, she told us we better figure it out because the project’s a huge part of our grade. And then—” Yunho’s throat tightened as he remembered the encounter. “He walked out of the room and said something to me. Something awful.”

“Spill,” Jisung demanded, leaning forward. “What’d he say?”

Yunho swallowed hard, repeating the words that had been haunting him all afternoon. “He said, ‘I don’t have time for you, but I expect you to be ready to talk about this shit tonight. You’ll be in the dorm, right? Oh wait, why am I asking? You’re always there. Ha ha, guess why, hmm.’”

Jisung’s eyes widened, and for a second, he looked genuinely speechless. Then he flopped back against the bed, arms spread wide. “Oh my God, what a dick.”

“Right?” Yunho threw his hands up. “I don’t even know what he meant by that last part, but it was so condescending.”

“It’s Mingi,” Jisung said with a shrug. “His whole personality is condescension. But damn, that’s… that’s a lot, even for him.”

“I don’t know what to do,” Yunho admitted, voice trembling. “He’s probably going to come over tonight and rip into me, and I’ll just sit there like an idiot because I don’t know how to stand up to him.”

Jisung rolled onto his side, propping his head up with one hand. “Baby, you can’t let him walk all over you. You’ve gotta show him you’re not scared.”

Yunho snorted. “Easier said than done.”

“I know, I know.” Jisung waved a hand dismissively. “But listen. This project’s gonna take, what, like two and a half months? You don’t want to spend all that time doing all the work while he slacks off and takes credit. Trust me, you’ll lose your mind.”

Yunho stared at the floor, biting his lip.

“Look, I know you’re a shy, innocent little church boy who hates conflict,” Jisung teased, poking Yunho in the side. “But you have to fight, Yunho. For your grade. For your sanity. And, like, maybe for your dignity, too.”

Yunho laughed weakly, shaking his head. “You make it sound so easy.”

“It’s not easy,” Jisung said, his tone softening. “But it’s necessary. You don’t have to turn into some badass overnight, okay? Just… hold your ground. Don’t let him intimidate you.”

Yunho nodded slowly, the knot in his chest loosening just a little. “Okay. I’ll try.”

“That’s the spirit.” Jisung grinned, clapping him on the shoulder. “Now, what are we eating? I’m starving.”

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Yunho stood outside the dorm door, his heart racing like it was trying to escape his chest. His hand hovered over the doorknob for a moment before he finally turned it, the click echoing louder than it should have.

The kitchen and living room area were quiet, eerily so. Yunho let the door shut softly behind him, scanning the space for any sign of Mingi. The sink was empty, the table untouched, and the couch was devoid of its usual throw pillows that Mingi always managed to knock to the floor.

A wave of relief washed over him. He’s not here. I still have time.

He sighed quietly and made his way to his room, his steps hesitant despite his newfound reprieve. Once inside, he headed straight for his closet, eager to change out of his day clothes and into something that didn’t feel like it was suffocating him.

Setting his bag down with a soft thud, he pulled open the closet door and reached for a shirt. His hands fumbled slightly, the nerves still alive and well in his system.

And then he heard it.

“Where the fuck have you been?”

Yunho froze, his breath catching in his throat.

The voice wasn’t loud, but it was unmistakable. Deep, smooth, and laced with a casual edge that somehow made it even more unsettling.

Mingi

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mangatxt · 22 days ago

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top 10 manga i read in 2024:

(please note these are not necessarily published in 2024. just things i read or picked up this year)

the fable / ザ・��ァブル by minami katsuhisa (seinen / hitman, yakuza, action, comedy / complete) a famed hitman must lay low under the care of a local yakuza group in osaka for a year, blending into a society he is deeply unfamiliar with. some of the most thoughtful and funniest character writing i've ever read.

adults' picture book / otona no zukan kaiteiban / おとなのずかん改訂版 by itoi kei (seinen / childcare, drama / complete) when his late best friend (and maybe more) passes away, an adult comics mangaka must get his act together to take care of his orphaned daughter, even enlisting the help of a local tax accountant to his new odd family. i think this is one of those series that caught me at the exact right moment. you too can read vol 1 as a creative in your late 20s to max out emotional damage.

sketchy / スケッチー by maki hirochi (seinen / sports, slice of life / complete) burnt out and feeling lost, ako stumbles into a group of female skateboarders one night on the way home — invigorated with hope and excitement, she, along with a great cast of women, take up the sport too. absolutely delightful and inspiring, through and through.

colette decides to die / colette wa shinu koto ni shita / コレットは死ぬことにした by yukimura alto (shoujo / fantasy, mythology, romance / complete) (tw: suicide) a village doctor, desperate for a break from overwork, jumps into a well. when she arrives in the land of the dead, she meets its king -- hades -- who is sick and needs her care. a very unique take on greek myth with wonderful slowburn romance between the leads.

do not call it mystery / mystery to iu nakare / ミステリと言う勿れ by tamura yumi (josei / detective, mystery, drama / ongoing) totonou kunou is arrested for the murder of a classmate he doesn't know. after he successfully deduces each cop's backstory while in custody, the police consult his detective skills for other cases, including his own. if you liked basara or seven seeds, i probably don't need to sell this to you.

smoking behind the supermarket with you / super no ura de yani suu futaru / スーパーの裏でヤニ吸うふたり by jinushi (web comic / slice of life, romance / ongoing) overworked and stressed out, sasaki regularly visits his local supermarket for one reason only: the cute cashier yamada. on one visit, he doesn't see her. disappointed, he takes a smoke break behind the store and encounters tayama, a mischievous coworker who seems oddly familiar. a friendship between the two grows with every shared cigarette. if you liked wotakoi but want something more down to earth, this is for you.

gazing at the star next door / tonari no stella / 隣のステラ by ammitsu (shoujo / romance / ongoing) chiaki reckons with her feelings for her next door neighbor and best friend subaru, who's quickly rising through the ranks to become the most popular actor in japan. read this for a classic, butterflies-in-your-stomach shoujo romance feeling.

orb: on the movements of the earth / chi. chikyuu no undou ni tsuite / チ。―地球の運動について― by uoto (seinen / historical, drama / complete) this manga follows several generations in a fictional retelling of the discovery of heliocentrism in the solar system. when claiming that the earth revolves around the sun will get you killed for heresy, these figures must work together in secret, so that church's terrifying inquisitors cannot find them. this fucks, and the anime fucks even harder.

a condition called love / hananoi-kun to koi no yomai / 花野井くんと恋の病 by morino megumi (shoujo / romance, drama / ongoing) a girl who struggles to understand romance and a boy with debilitating abandonment issues enter a trial relationship after a kind act makes him fall in "love." a tough read at times, but to me, this is a welcome commentary on the "obsessive male lead" trope in romance manga.

lost lad london / ロスト・ラッド・ロンドン by shinya shima (seinen / mystery, drama / complete) a young part-time worker, al adley, is framed in the fatal stabbing of london's mayor. when by-the-book detective ellis gives him the benefit of the doubt, the two work together evade arrest to unravel the murder -- and the reason al has been targeted. short (3 vols) and underrated with a unique and delightful art style and some keen social commentary.

#ani.txt #manga recs #manga recommendation #2024 manga recs #manga talk #one post about manga per year to justify my username #i cannot emphasize enough just how much i enjoyed the fable. oh my god. i wish i'd read it sooner #i might make a top 10 ongoing if anyone is interested in that. need to think about it more first #i didn't watch a ton of anime this year so i won't make a full list but look back dandadan and dead dead demons' were probably 1 2 and 3?#long post

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phanfictioncatalogue · 3 months ago

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Therapy (2) Masterlist

part one

a map to the lost (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan's third therapy appointment, circa late 2014.

a pinch of sugar (ao3) - angelmichelangelo

Summary: dan comes home to find a treat waiting for him at home

But I'll Be Close Behind (ao3) - fringesandcringes

Summary: Exploring how they work through Dan's depression individually and as a partnership, through therapy sessions, episodes, and posting a YouTube video about it for the whole world to see.

Deceit and Devotion (ao3) - Thatonefunhun

Summary: Phil Lester has it all. A successful career doing what he loves, a “bestie” who's always got his back, and a can-do attitude! He’s living the life! But what goes on beyond the camera? And is everything as it seems…

Dropping Anchor in a Storm (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: Phil wakes in the early hours to a thin beam of sunlight breaking through his curtains, and the soft sound of Dan breathing by his side.

He should be able to bask in the peace and stillness of the room, but his brain won't let him do that today.

(TW) Exhausted (ao3) - breatherepeat

Summary: Dan has spent years in therapy unpacking the issues of his past and coming to terms with himself. In order to complete his journey of self-acceptance, he knew he would have to face some difficult aspects of his past. The only way to work through years of repressed memories is to bring them to light and process them.

It Gets Better (ao3) - yikesola

Summary: The air in the waiting room is too hot. Dan is hoping his therapist’s office is cooler— it usually is, she has a fan that she always turns on when he walks in— but he also is sitting with that heavy feeling in his stomach that today is going to be a hard day, and the room being stifling would just be part of his luck.

A fic about self-empathy and good sessions.

it's a church of burnt romances (ao3) - phanetixs

Summary: Dan backs into the car and the driver asks where he’s heading. His head swims with thoughts of Phil, and of guilt and embarrassment at how he’s subconsciously treating his friend. Whose life centres around virtues like chastity. And non-objectification goes both ways. Dan takes a few deep breaths, pressing a palm to his insistent bulge to quell his arousal. As always, it doesn’t work.

Well, he resolves, if he can’t get Phil out of his head, he’s got to get someone else into it. Or onto him, preferably.

Or, a Fleabag AU.

Redemption Arc (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: classic, slightly dramatic and unrealistic rags to riches au

run don't hide (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Dan has a run-in with a girl from school.

somebody's gone (ao3) - dvp_95

Summary: Dan's first therapy session after the incident.

the brain inside my muddled head (ao3) - angelmichelangelo

Summary: dan sees his therapist

the uncertainties of sexuality (ao3) - danhoweiis

Summary: “For me, having a label means having to be that thing and maybe sometimes I don’t want to be that thing but how on earth can I explain that to them when all I have to do is talk about a cute boy or something and suddenly I’m a bisexual icon when I’m not...not that.”

Therapy Day (ao3) - kattdan

Summary: Sometimes therapy makes Dan feel worse and he seeks comfort in Phil.

thursday at eleven (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: This isn’t Dan’s Thursday morning, and no matter how much and how long he’s been pushing the idea, these first steps have to be Phil’s own.

Unfiltered (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: "Start with the unfiltered version," his therapist had told him. "Write it all out, as if no one else will ever see it, and then work your way from there."

It's a long process, getting everything together, readying himself to open up about depression, but he can take it in steps.

we were never in the park (ignoring tornado warnings) (ao3) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: After Phil leaves Dan, Dan starts seeing a therapist. Then, Phil comes back, and Dan starts lying to his therapist about him.

What A Catch (ao3) - hygge

Summary: Phil visits the same cafe every weekday morning without fail. But, when he decides to visit the cafe on the weekend for once, the atmosphere that he had grown used to has completely changed thanks to a piano player named Dan. While Phil is ready to jump into a relationship, Dan is hesitant and is still trying to stitch his life together again after What Had Happened in his past relationship. And that’s easier said than done.

wherever you stray i follow (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Dan brings Phil with him to therapy.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phan #phanfic #phanfiction #dan and phil #masterlists #therapy #therapy Masterlist

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sugaredrhubarb · 6 months ago

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In honour of her second book, Lancelot in November, coming out later this month, I want to talk about one of my favourite books of the last year and one of my favourite romances ever.

King of Cups

By @woodswit / @phoebe-woods

available here

Hockey, love, tarot, mystery—this book is so up my alley that I was almost scared to read it. After putting it off for most of the fall, I finally dove in this winter while in the middle of a depressive slump. When I say this book made me laugh and cry, it feels almost diminishing—it made me feel, and anyone who experiences similar slumps of numbness knows what a feat that can be.

King of Cups follows Eloise, a mess of a private investigator, as she gets drawn into the world of the Boston Bruins and the world of Jacques Lavesque, a hockey star and a man finally cracking under the weight of perfection. If you don’t want to read me wax on about this book for ages, give it a look. If you'll stick around, let me tell you why I love it.

Eloise & Jacques

“She was never comfortable at all – not in her own skin and not in anyone else’s. After all, underneath it all, there she was – a trespasser no matter where she went, an interloper who had never learned to root in any soil, a witch forever in exile.”

Oh, how I was so seen by Eloise. She is a little lost and a little lonely. She is awkward, and sometimes she’s accidentally cruel, but she is good, and she is learning. Sometimes, a character changes in a book simply because the author says so; that is not the case here. Eloise grows and evolves, and we get to see every step forward and backward and every bump along the way.

“Was this what it was like to be in Jaques’s head — to see the vulnerability in everyone, even when they were challenging, and have your heart broken for it?”

I have never related so much to a male character, even in all his big athletic manliness. Jacques is tired. He has given so much of himself to his team, to his family, to everyone but himself. He has so much love and so much anger, and they twist, grow, and burn bright within each other. The story of Jaques is just as compelling as the story of Eloise, and they amplify each other in every way.

“He was in love with the world and at times in love with every single person in it.”

Hockey

“She was thinking of church again as she heard the announcer yell, “...BOSTON BRUINS!” Or maybe not church — maybe something older, something rooted in pagan ritual and wolf-gods and dented armour.”

So yes, this is a hockey story, but you don’t need to be a hockey fan to enjoy it. For those of us who are, however, and have been burnt by hockey books before, this is what we’ve been looking for. The author is a hockey fan, and it shows in how she examines the fanaticism of sports culture, the paradox between the inherent violence of hockey with the perfect family man image it demands, and the bigotry endemic to the whole thing. None of it feels forced; all of it feels real, and you can tell it’s done by someone who both loves the sport and sees its flaws.

Everybody else

“[...] at the end of the day all that matters to me is how I loved other people.”

Every character in this book is a whole person. No side character is there just to serve a purpose, even only for a scene. From the other players on the team to Eloise’s family to the big “villains” and the side conflict starters, every single one has wants and needs and flaws, and I fell a little in love with them all. You will relate to them, you will feel for them, you will love them too.

Love

“Love was the Wheel of Fortune, cyclical and never static.”

The word love has already appeared 11 times in this post (12 now) and is circled frequently in my copy of the book. This is a romance (as I usually talk about very smutty things, I would be remiss not to mention that this is not that), and the love built between our main characters is so strong, even when it is scared or angry. Eloise and Jacques are magnetic to each other and the reader, and every moment they are in each other’s vicinity feels charged and electric. But romantic love is not what makes this book special. Love is woven through every aspect of the story, and it is the familial love, the platonic love, that shines brightest. Love is hard; sometimes love ends, sometimes it refuses to, and sometimes it is new and barges its way in when you least expect or want it. This book depicts it all beautifully.

I don’t even know how to fit in here just how well it’s written. The world is detailed and real. The characters are relatable and full. The mystery is gripping and engrossing. I could talk about the dialogue for ages. It is so incredibly human, funny and aching and awkward and revealing.

If you read this book, you will want to treat the world as kindly, empathetically, and lovingly as the author treats her story.

The author is a mutual of mine on here so I do want to say thank you to her for giving the world such a special piece of work, I’m so looking forward to reading the next addition.

And thank you anna ( @winterrose527 ) for putting it in my path in the first place.

#this got so long but i adore it so much #reading with ru #hockey #book recs #book rec #hockey romance #book review #books #reading

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indiaalphawhiskey · 11 months ago

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OTB (louis song) and walls prove a larry breakup but people don't want to see that. i mean walls is his fave song (and the name of the album for gods sake!) and it's about a break up (nothing wakes you up like waking up ALONE and all that's left of us is a CUBOARD FULL OF CLOTHES (closet) the day you WALKED AWAY etc) and OTB is written in black and white. and it's at the END of the album for a reason. "pour mercy, mercy on me, set fire to history, i'm breakin' my own rules (to only write love songs/we made it etc etc), i'm cryin' like a fool, tall STORIES on the page (either our fanfictions/his other songs), short glories on the FADE, i been close enough to TOUCH, but i NEVER CARED for LOVE, it's a church of BURNT ROMANCES and i'm TOO FAR GONE to PRAY, it's a SOLO SONG and it's only for the BRAVE, if the truth tell, darling, YOU (meaning lesbians/larries) fell like there ain't enough DYING STARS (famous queer celebrities) in your sky, it's a tall TALE (fairytale), and it's only hello, hello, NO GOODBYE (goodbye) (bc we like to think they made it and they didn't), pour mercy, mercy on me, i'll fall upon my knees, and they'll say, "i told you so, come on, when you know, you know" (abt being gay obvs), all the LONELY shadow dances from the cradle to the grave (bc loads of lgbtq+ people are single, never meet our one bc we're only a tiny % of the population, so we live and die alone), it's a SOLO SONG and it's only for the brave" 😭 holding onto heartache is the same btw, also about the larry breakup "the nights, they change in seasons, become the strangest days, i called you twice but then regretted it, and changed my number, the questions that i'd ask you, "where did it all go wrong?", it's time to accept that larry has broken up, we haven't had any credible reciepts in a few years (2019 was the last one) so yeah sad but kinda inevitable, they held on as long as they could but yeah it's over 😩

SUUUUUUPER GLAD you feel that way, anon. You’re so decided and confident, and that’s super great, because it means there’s no reason for you to be on Larries’ tumblrs.

🚪🫲 please see yourself out. Enjoy your life! I am so happy for you! 🙂

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evelynstarshine · 1 year ago

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anyway I'm thinking of a story about a newly turned vampire who gets scolded when they try to enter their parish church and the crosses of their old friends and family burn to look at but then they move to a new town, and meet new friends, and eventually, it stings alittle to go into that chapel, and sometimes their icons glare but, as they get welcomed and made accustomed to, the discover that it was not God or his house that burnt them, but the community in it's lack of acceptance for the change they've gone through.

It's kind of a metaphor for coming out and not being accepted and then finding an affirming church community and through that strength and recover in your self identity, but mostly it's about a vampire making friends and the whole romance of dying and then coming back from the dead and stuff

#fiction #WIP #writing prompt?#someone else wanna write this instead?#vampire story idea #metaphors but like subtle

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thelastattempt · 1 year ago

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It’s a church of burnt romances and I’m too far gone to pray

Like, yes, YES, religion and relationships and firing witches at the stake for daring to be slightly different and blind idolisation at the altar of structured dogma. BUT ALSO - this is sitting on your knees at the shrine of toxic relationships, this is everyone and their aunt having an opinion and raising up something that didn’t work, never works, everyone immortalising relationships, romances, friendships, moments that are raccoons in trench coats, pretending to be a functioning and healthy dynamic.

And you’re too far gone to believe it, too old, too young, too eyes-wide-open to take your place in the parade because you’ve seen it and you can’t unsee it. It’s refusing to join the conga because I’m beyond it, I’ve experienced it and I don’t. Believe. It. Anymore. the curtain’s been raised and I’m just destroyed and illuminated both, I can’t join in your awe, it’s a fucking church of burnt romances and I’m too far gone to pray.

#a minor obsessed rant cause it’s my last day at work and I’m avoiding my #email inbox #like it’s got leprosy #so here #have the inside of my head #idk whether I even explained this properly #it’s unedited #good luck #Louis Tomlinson #walls (the album)#only the brave

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1asbrightasthestars3 · 9 months ago

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Let me tell you something I think everyone without exception needs to know.

Quick backstory, me and my friends decided to do presentation night, which means each of us will make 3 presentations about topics that we will choose.

I chose, the love of my life, Louis Tomlinson.

And I decided to have a bit of fun with that.

So I made a quiz called "Louis Tomlinson or Shakespeare."

The quiz is about quotes from William Shakespeare, the brilliant playwright and poet from the 16th century & from Louis Tomlinson, the man and the legend.

Going into this presentation I was aware of Louis' writing skills, and I know and have known for years what a lyrical genius he is, BUT.

I wanted to make it as confusing as possible for my friends and for that to work, I had to take the greatest (not the song) Louis Tomlinson lyrics.

And I think I just fell a little more in love with his lyrics. e.j

"pour, mercy, mercy on me, set fire to history, I'm breaking my own rules, I'm crying like a fool. Tall stories on the page, Short glories on the fade, I've been close enough to touch, but I never cared for love." STARTING OFF REAL STRONG,

and then we have the pre-chorus: (which I do hope to get tattooed later in life.)

"it's a church of burnt romances, and I'm too far gone to pray, it's a solo song and it's only for the brave"

And this not only being a literal piece of literature it's also very clearly, to me at least, and sorry for assuming, a queer anthem. Referencing the religious perspective on it, specifically the Catholic/christian opinion on it.

And then of course we have got the chorus.

"if the truth tell, darling, you fell, Like there ain't enough dying stars in your sky. It's a tall tale, and it's only hello, hello, no goodbye."

Which is actually perfect in my eyes. After that we have the second verse.

"pour mercy, mercy on me, I'll fall upon my knees and they'll say 'i told you so, Come on when you know, you know.' "

Which, help me god, once again sounds very clearly like a queer anthem, this time referencing the family/social circle of the person.

Then we have the rest of the second verse which is not only the most heartbreaking line I have ever heard, it is also the quote I meant to use because it reminded me of a popular Shakespeare quote.

"All the lonely shadows dances, from the cradle to the grave. It's a solo song, and it's only for the brave."

Do you understand what I'm talking about now? This man is THE poet of the century (you can also add Taylor swift to the list, the woman is a genius.) And I don't think you can even begin to understand he said all of these things UNDER TWO MINUTES??

anyways I just wanted to share my love to Louis Tomlinson and I hope you can listen to him in the future if you haven't, and continue to listen to him now if you have. Because I only spoke about 'Only the brave' but his songs are the most poetic, beautiful thing I have heard. (Yes there are songs about him having flings and taking drugs but don't everyone?;)

So there's a list of my favorite Louis Tomlinson songs that I think you should listen to: Copy of a copy of a copy, the greatest, change (this one!!), angels fly, two of us (about his late mother, bless him), walls, bigger than me, too young and basically the entirety of two his albums 'Walls' and 'Faith in the future.'

Thank you for listening to my rant! ~L

#Theres a reason his name is Louis WILLIAM Tomlinson.#louis tomlinson #louis william tomlinson #william shakespeare #writers and poets #faith in the future #walls #two of us #only the brave #love is only for the brave.#rant post #songs #louies #1d #1direction #one direction

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library-ghoulette · 4 months ago

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My Path Serpentine (Ministry librarian series) - Chapter 1/?

Pairing: Copia (Papa Emeritus IV) x Original Female Character

Rating: This chapter is gen, later chapters will be mature to explicit

Tags: Third person POV, original female character, slow burn, workplace romance, Satanic nuns, libraries

Words: 1916

Summary: Sister Beatrice Laurence has spent her entire life seeking knowledge and belonging, and she thinks that she has found them both in the modest Satanic church where she works as a library assistant. But a job announcement from Ministry headquarters stirs her ambitions for more, and places her in the path of Papa Emeritus IV.

A/N: I intended to write some no-frills library smut, but it got away from me almost immediately. There will be smut in future chapters, I promise. But for now, let us meet our intrepid heroine and learn of her professional frustrations, and an intimidating yet tantalizing opportunity for power...

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Winter - Unholy Church of the Infernal Heart - The Library

"Sister Beatrice?"

At the sound of her name, Sister Beatrice Laurence's head pops up from behind the stack of books on the desk. Her aspect is harried, veil riding back to reveal her blonde bangs, her round, silver-framed glasses slipping down her nose from where she has been looking down at the book cart where she's alphabetizing the check-ins to be reshelved. She pushes her glasses back into place and attempts a smile—a genuine one, in contrast to the expression Sister Grace usually turns on her, which has a hollow quality and never quite reaches her eyes and makes Beatrice feel as though she is always about to get a nasty surprise.

"Yes, Sister Grace?" Her voice carries a note of hesitation, born of her experience with her supervisor's tendency to find fault with even the smallest tasks Beatrice completes. The older woman loves nothing more than to question all of her underlings' competency, but Beatrice seems to be her favorite target. It's never a good thing when Sister Grace comes out of her office.

"Father Kirk just called. He wants to see you." Before Beatrice can ask if she should finish her work first, Sister Grace cuts her off: "I'll take it from here. You're dismissed for the day."

Beatrice's palms are clammy as she retrieves her bag and coat from the tiny break room that always smells like burnt coffee, and as she heads out of the library with a bright "have a good night!" that Sister Grace doesn't return. She pushes out of the front doors of the library into a cold and dreary February afternoon and hurries across campus to the building that houses clergy offices. The lowering sky hangs heavy and ominous with clouds that spit the occasional hard flecks of something that vaguely resembles snow. It's not the kind of day that portends good news.

When she reaches Father Kirk's office, the door is closed. She straightens her veil nervously, wipes her hands on her coat, and knocks three times.

"Come in! Ah, Sister Beatrice!" Father Kirk stands up behind his desk as she enters. He's heavy-set, with close-cropped dark hair just starting to go grey at the temples and small, bright eyes, dressed in his customary black slacks and button-down, with a black clerical collar. He's not much older than Beatrice herself, and has always felt more like a big brother to her than some of the older, sterner priests in the Satanic church. Even so, being summoned to his office has her stomach twisting with nerves.

"Hi, Father Kirk! Sister Grace said you wanted to see me?"

"Yes, yes, come in. Have a seat. And uh, close the door, please."

Beatrice settles herself in the brown leather visitor's chair with hobnail trim in front of Father Kirk's desk. She smiles to see the assortment of toys and miniatures that clutter the space around his computer, the rubber duckie with devil horns and the rainbow-colored Baphomet figurine a friendly contrast to the rest of the drab administrative decor that came standard.

Father Kirk sits down again and regards Beatrice in thoughtful silence for a moment, elbows resting on his desk, fingers steepled, in a move that does nothing to assuage her anxiety. Then he asks, "Beatrice, where do you see yourself in five years?"

It's so corporate HR, so job interview, that it flummoxes her. "I- Here, I guess," she stammers, gathering her composure to summon a more dignified answer. "I want to be wherever I can best serve the will of our Dark Lord."

Father Kirk sighs. "Humility is not a virtue in our faith, Sister Beatrice. So please. Do me a favor and cut the bullshit."

From someone else, the words might sound harsh, but when Father Kirk says them, they carry no hostility, just the rough-hewn kindness of someone who knows when you're wasting everyone's time by not being as straightforward as he always is, and as he always wants everyone else to be, as well.

"What did you tell me when you first petitioned to join our order?" he asks.

Though a handful of years have passed since then, Sister Beatrice remembers that day clearly. "I said that I wanted to learn everything there was to know," she recalls. "And that I wanted to be a conduit for the word of Lucifer, for His knowledge and the freedom it brings, to all who seek it."

Father Kirk nods. "And do you feel that you are fulfilling that role here, in our parish?"

"I enjoy the work that I do in the library, Father," she says, choosing her words carefully. "And I do my best to fulfill my calling, in all the opportunities that are afforded to me here."

There, that was diplomatic enough. She thinks of the opportunities afforded to her, the ones that Sister Grace condescends to hand out. Shelving books and basic circulation tasks, mostly. Answering reference questions as quietly as possible so that Sister Grace doesn't eavesdrop and nitpick how she handled them. Begging for more responsibilities, only to be given the simplest copy cataloging—that Sister Grace always double-checks for imagined errors when she deigns to allow Beatrice to do it at all.

"And are you happy with those opportunities, Sister Beatrice?" It feels like Father Kirk is reading her mind.

There's no use lying: "I know that I could be doing more. I want to be doing more."

Father Kirk nods, looking pleased at Beatrice's candor. "I agree," he says. "You could be doing more."

There's a beat, and Beatrice feels compelled to fill it. "Is there… another position opening at the library?" she asks. There have been times when she has imagined Sister Grace quitting, or retiring, or—on her most frustrating days—running afoul of a negligent driver who fails to stop at crosswalks. Maybe her fantasies are coming true? Is she getting a promotion?

But Father Kirk laughs ruefully. "Not at our library, no. However—" He spins his chair around to grab an envelope from the mail tray on the shelf behind his desk, then sets it on the blotter between them. "I want you to look at this."

Beatrice picks up the envelope. It's made of heavy, creamy paper, and it feels important and expensive in her hand. The return address identifies its origin: "Ministry headquarters?"

She looks up to find Father Kirk regarding her seriously. "Read it."

She turns the envelope over, and, seeing that it has already been slit open neatly, she extracts the paper inside. Unfolding it, she reads:

[MESSAGE FROM THE CLERGY]

We wish to inform you that the position of Ministry Head Librarian is vacant. This position oversees daily operations of the library and archive at Ministry headquarters. Qualified applicants will possess thorough knowledge of circulation and reference, collection development, cataloging, and resource sharing. Supervisory experience strongly preferred. MLIS or equivalent degree from accredited institution required. All interested parties should submit completed application and letter of reference to…

Beatrice skims over the address to the bottom of the letter. It is signed, Sister Imperator. She turns the paper over, seeking answers, but the back is blank.

Her head feels strangely woozy, and she finds that she can't meet Father Kirk's eyes. "I- I don't understand."

"I think you do understand, Sister Beatrice."

"But this job—" It's my dream job, a voice in her head supplies, who do I have to kill to get it? But aloud, she says, "I- There's no way they would give it to me."

"Why not?" Father Kirk asks, and when she opens her mouth to protest, to list all of her deficiencies, real or imagined, he cuts her off: "You have the required degree. You have an entire portfolio of projects and internships. If you hadn't taken your vows, you would undoubtedly be running your own library by now."

It was likely true—she had been on that trajectory when she left her role as the assistant branch manager at a public library to dedicate herself fully to her dark faith, leaving her secular life behind.

"But I haven't taken my final vows yet." She has moved through her postulancy and novitiate periods, and she took her temporary vows over a year ago. She has been looking forward to professing her solemn vows, to the feelings of stability and permanence that she imagines doing so will bring. Feelings she has longed for her entire life, that she has searched for in vain.

"You can transfer and take your vows at the Ministry when you get the job." Father Kirk shrugs. "It's not common to move to a different diocese, as you know. But it can be done, especially under extenuating circumstances. I'll do my best to ensure that you don't have to restart your novitiate."

It would be worth it, though, that ambitious, greedy voice in her head says. Even if I did have to restart. Even if I had to do anything.

She allows herself a brief vision of herself in the role. Living in the beautiful old abbey she has seen photos of online but has never visited. Surrounded by the most powerful and influential members of the church. Being in charge of her own library; and not just any library, but the very heart of Satanic scholarship. Having power, real and tangible. No one to stand in her way and hint that maybe the Dewey Decimal System is just a bit out of her league, doesn't she think?

"When I get the job?" she asks.

"Yes, when. I wouldn't be suggesting this to you if I didn't think you had a chance—and a very good one, at that. You are the perfect candidate. They would be fools not to hire you."

"It's so far away." Sister Beatrice looks at the letter again, tracing and retracing the lines of the Ministry letterhead. Tears prick her eyes. "I would have to move," she says.

Father Kirk reaches across the desk and places a warm, reassuring hand on hers. "And you will be missed. You have been a dark blessing on this parish from the moment you entered, my dear. One of the most gifted Sisters we have ever admitted." He squeezes her hand, prompting her to meet his gaze. "And that is why I want you to apply for this job. You are destined for so much more than what is possible here. It would be cruel to keep you."

He releases her then, and as though a spell has been broken, she finally folds the letter again and places it back in the envelope.

"Will you at least consider it?" Father Kirk asks. "For me. Not as your priest, or your boss, but as your friend?"

Beatrice nods. "I'll consider it."

When she leaves his office, Father Kirk sends the envelope with her, and it weighs heavily on her the entire night. It seems to whisper to from her from her bag during vespers, and as she eats her dinner in the church cafeteria, as she showers and pulls on her nightgown, and as she lies in bed vainly trying to read a dark romance novel that would normally hold her attention easily.

Sighing with resignation, she sets her book aside and takes up the envelope again. She slides the job announcement out with the anticipation of someone rereading a love letter. She reads it again and again and again.

And she considers.

#lib ghoulette writes #my writing #ghost band fanfic #papa emeritus iv fanfic

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voxofthevoid · 1 month ago

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Hi Vox!

Have you ever heard Rain by Sleep Token? Because it gives me major Choso in 'your resistance, prophetic self-destruction' vibes. Also your writing as a whole synthesizes as 'Take me to Church' by Hozier plus the aftertaste of burnt coffee and the purple-mauve of a bruise.

Your style is amazing and I love it. Got any tips for writing in general? I can tell you've put a ton of work into it. I saw your post about how you manage to write so much otherwise I'd have asked about that, too lol. I'm glad you feel like you can put more time into your hobbies and also be more productive with work! That's the dream.

Anyway, thank you for all your hard work!

-🌱

Sorry, I just realized you have your Spotify wrapped posted literally about Sleep Token. *Facepalms* Disregard!!!

Haha, don't worry, I was very amused by the timing, especially with Rain being my #1 song this year. It's also in my goyuu playlist. Relating it to Choso from that fic didn't occur to me though! Food for thought 👀

Also, I'm very, very fond of Take Me to Church, so it's extremely flattering to hear that my writing gives you that feeling. Plus, "aftertaste of burnt coffee and the purple-mauve of a bruise" is evocative in a fun way!

As for general tips, I went into it a little in this post, though it mostly focuses on getting started in terms of social and technical aspects.

In addition to that, I'd say—especially in the context of fanfiction—that you should be as self-indulgent as possible. "Write for yourself" gets misconstrued a lot as some Loner Noble Artist thing, but in my view, the core of it means that you need to be your own audience first and foremost, at least while writing the story. Often, when I read a fic, I get the sense that the author themself isn't sold on their concept, even if the prose is immaculate. In contrast, a story that falters in terms of grammar or vocabulary can still sweep you along if the author's passion is there in the words. Essentially—have fun. Writing can be a bitch and a half, but here in fandom at least, it's a hobby, a passion project. It's gotta spark joy; otherwise, what's the point?

I'm pretty bad at giving writing advice in general though, won't lie. I want to, but my method is bascially just reading a lot and writing a lot, and I've been doing both for quite a while (my Ao3 account alone is 10+ years old, and I started reading and later writing well before that). Plus, it took me the longest damn time to spot patterns in my writing or even identify that I'd developed a sufficiently distinct style. It's not unique or anything—it's bog-standard romance style at its core—but it's got something I can recognize as mine, which I'm pretty happy about. Still, it does leave me pretty clueless on how to give tips beyond the basic stuff above and in that other post. I could probably talk better about how to emulate my own style these days, now that I'm a little more conscious of those patterns and how they come about, but that doesn't quite count as general writing tips 🤔

Ah, well.

Also, thank you! That is indeed the dream. I won't ever like work, it's just a necessity for the $$$, but my current setup is far more tolerable than how it was when I entered the workforce. Good luck to you too, with writing and life both 💗

#i love my anons #anon

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dancewithlou · 2 years ago

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Louis has such an amazing writing style and his lyrics are always incredible but something I’ve always loved is the way he carries the same themes/ motifs throughout his writing. Even looking back on songs from 1D that he wrote on there are clear indicators that he wrote on it because of the themes, lyrics or style of the song often you can tell by the bridge too my man never misses with a bridge he constructs them like no other.

An example of motifs is his use of religious imagery or language in his songs.

‘There’s a devil in your smile that’s chasing me’ // the priest thinks it’s the devil’ // ‘it’s a church of burnt romances’ // ‘im too far gone to pray’ // ‘the devil in my brain’ // ‘demons, I’m taking all of my demons’ - it’s interesting how this is a consistent theme and there’s phew so much to unpack in these songs and their connotations themselves but the lyrics are so emotive. As someone who has a religious background the use of religious imagery is actually something I love because it’s something I pick up on quite quickly. Louis often talks about ‘the devil’ a devil or demon is a crafty creature a ‘fallen angel’ a trickster his use of talking to someone and saying ‘there’s a devil in your smile’ is almost him saying ‘I’m gonna regret this but you’re so tempting and I can’t escape you, I also don’t want to’

‘The priest thinks it’s the devil’ in End of the day Louis is demonstrating loving someone, you can’t help but love that person there’s no escape again linking back to ‘the devil in your smile that’s chasing me’ not to mention the religious trauma that comes along with this line, ‘the priest’ thinks you’re sick your possessed and incurable, because you can’t in fact change who you love. This then links to ‘the devil in my brain’ now remember how in End of the day Louis was being told he was possessed well here’s Louis acknowledging this ‘demon’ he hears the demon in his head this incurable part of him he can’t escape and he can’t help but to listen to this demon because he can’t help who he is as he addresses in End of the day. In Only the brave (which is a song full of queer connotation and religious trauma and imagery) Louis again addresses how he’s ‘too far gone to pray’ how this ‘church of struggles of romances that have burnt to bright but then been put out too soon’ makes him feel like he couldn’t possibly pray he is a possessed man remember the priest has told him that he is wrong, this song addresses the deep trauma of coming to accept how hard it is to love so honestly ‘I’m breaking my own rules’, he’s going against what he’s always been told and therefore something he’s always allowed himself to believe but he is learning to be himself and accept himself because at the End of the day, love is only for the brave. But finally after all this questioning after being told he’s sick, being told he has a devil in him he finally in Out of my System finally sheds off these traumas finally learns to accept who he is ‘Demons, I’m taking all of my demons’ he’s collecting the parts of him that he’s been told are wrong the parts he should hate the ‘devil in his brain’ but he’s ‘putting them where he can’t see them’ because he doesn’t need them anymore he doesn’t want to listen to this trauma because he’s grown from that, he’s getting it Out of his system because he’s finally accepted who he is and he’s being true to himself.

There’s a lot of dark connotations to religious lyricism and the guilt that shines through is prevalent this theme carries through so much of his song writing and it’s truly beautiful like I could truly go on about it (but I won’t I promise). There are countless examples of other motifs and ideas he uses in his lyricism but this is one I’ve never truly seen get truly addressed and it’s in my opinion one of his deepest and most painful themes because of the trauma that comes through the terrifying feeling of trying to be yourself of learning to accept yourself and honestly you don’t even need to look too hard to hear and see the queer connotations that cover such a theme.

#anyway as always my man’s pen never fails him #Drabble #Louis lyrics #Louis themes/ motifs #Louis songwriting #queer connotations #love is only for the brave #🌈🌈🌈#louis tomlinson

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