#all of the new spins on some of my favorite melodies

[crowsoundsonly]

beautiful.

pair: matt murdock x neighbor!fem!reader

word count: ~4.1k

summary: your hot neighbor comes by to check on you when he hears some unusual sounds coming from your apartment.

warnings: a bit of an awkward reader for the first part but she gets it together :D; smut (at the end and i marked when it starts !) fingering (f rec); one use of y/n; guys i've never actually done any ceramics or pottery so i apologize for my ignorance to anyone who actually knows what they are doing. i tried. :) i also recognize that this isn't very realistic and that you probably wouldn't be doing this with your neighbor u barely know, no matter how hot he is, but you know. fantasy and fanfic and all.

a/n: hey guys!! it has been FOREVER since i posted a fic !! i wrote this today and am kind of impulse posting it lol. i've fallen deep into the matt murdock rabbit hole and i don't think i'll be emerging anytime soon. i hope you enjoy the fic !!

The feeling of wet clay in your fingers has always grounded you. Having converted a corner of your small New York apartment into a space for your hobby, you enjoy going to your pottery wheel and creating to the melodies of your favorite songs. Tonight, you needed the outlet more than ever.

Your mind spins as you shuck off your jacket at the door. You stride to your closet to pull out the t-shirt you always wear when you sit behind the wheel, trying to focus on hurriedly changing your clothes, begging your mind to leave alone the horrifyingly embarrassing interaction you just had.

Minutes before, you had approached your building with your headphones shoved in your ears, so you had failed to hear your neighbor, your hot blind neighbor, calling out to you to hold the door. You only noticed him when the door didn’t close properly due to his body being wedged between it and the frame. Ripping your headphones out of your ears, you apologized profusely, yanking the door open for him to awkwardly shuffle through, holding his cane out in front of him before retracting it to his body. 

“I am so sorry! I am so sorry I didn’t hear you,” you exclaimed, stuttering out an explanation that you hope is sufficient enough to permit his forgiveness. “I didn’t hear you. I had my headphones in. I am so sorry.”

You clutched your headphones in your hand as you let the door close behind him. If you were not so rattled, you would have taken the time to really look at him. You have never had the pleasure of actually talking to your neighbor. You have only ever caught glimpses of him on the stairwell dressed in suits, very much like the one he was sporting today.

“Don’t worry about it,” he assured, “I run into more doors than I’d like to admit.”

At his words, you noticed the easy smile that adorned his features, leading you to believe that he was not really hurt, physically or otherwise. Still unsure as to what to do and still stunned that you were talking to him at all, you just nodded your head.

“Being blind and all,” he supplied when you didn’t respond or laugh at his joke, making you realize that you had nodded to a blind man.

“I’m so sorry,” was all you could get out, not specifying what you were apologizing for.

“You closing the door on me didn’t make me blind,” he joked, trying to help the awkwardness.

“No, I’m sorry. I know. I just realized that I had nodded at you and you couldn’t see it. I’m sorry,” you said, the headphones in your hand digging into your palm, sure to leave an imprint because of how tightly you were clenching your fist. 

Your ears burned with embarrassment as heat flashed over your skin. You watched him laugh a little, his shoulders shaking slightly. 

“I think you have said sorry more times in the last minute than I have heard in the last month. Don’t feel bad. I’m fine,” the man said as he began to step forward. “I’m Matt, by the way.” 

He stretched a hand out for you to shake, but you had forgotten the headphones in your hand, so as you reached out, they clattered to the floor. 

You cursed quietly, embarrassing yourself even more, apologizing yet again. You shook his hand quickly, supplying your name before bending down to gather your things at his feet.

“I’m beginning to think that you have some sort of complex,” Matt teased as you stood up, much closer to him than you should be upon first meeting. You were close enough to actually see yourself in the reflection of his glasses and smell the cologne he had on.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered for being so close, taking a step back, wanting nothing in the world other than to dart away and hide in your apartment and hope to forget this whole interaction.

All Matt did was laugh at your apology, set his cane back down on the ground, and begin tapping in front of him. 

“It was nice meeting you,” he said politely as he found his way to the elevator. “Have a good evening, Y/N.”

“You, too, Matt. Sorry again.”

Your feet were stuck in place as you watched him get on the elevator, chuckling to himself. When you finally came to your senses, you began running up the stairwell, your stomach in your throat as you replayed the entire interaction with your hot neighbor in your head on an extremely embarrassing loop.

…

When Matt made it to his apartment, he stripped himself of his jacket, pulled a beer out of the fridge and sat down. He knows that he shouldn’t invade your privacy, but he was curious about what you were doing. It has been a few weeks since your first encounter at the door, and Matt’s curiosity about you has only grown. You have run into each other a handful of times since, but you tend to skirt away before the conversations can get beyond anything simply cordial.

On occasion, he will find your apartment with his ears and listen to the sound of you singing along to your music. There is often an unfamiliar sound coming from your apartment as well, one that he can’t pick out, especially when you have music playing over it. The sound is always a bit wet, so his mind initially thought of something a little more lewd than he should allow himself to think about you.

Matt listens for a moment longer, enjoying the sound of you humming and singing quietly. He was about to let his mind drift away from you until he heard a distinct clatter and a string of curses flow from your lips. He doesn’t hear anything for the next few seconds as he waits to see if you are okay. It feels like hours have passed before he hears you shuffling around your apartment, picking things up off the floor, sighing and muttering as you go. His curiosity gets the better of him, and before he can reconsider, he grabs his cane and walks out the door, intent on knocking on yours.

…

Groaning quietly, you scoop the clay off the floor. You had lost focus and control, leading you to make a mess at your wheel. With your rescued clay in hand, you begin preparing it to be molded again when you hear a knock on the door.

You are not expecting anyone, so you jump a little at the sound. Glancing down at your hands still holding the wet clay in them, you are at a loss at what to do. You shuffle to the door, peaking through the peephole.

At the sight of your neighbor, Matt, you step back and curse to yourself, embarrassed that you look a mess at the moment. He is blind, but you still don’t feel particularly presentable. Another knock at the door snaps you out of your thoughts, and in a bit of a panic, you call out, “Come in!” 

The door slowly clicks open and your neighbor peeks his head through before opening it up all the way. He’s wearing slacks and a white dress shirt, tinted glasses covering his eyes, obviously having recently come home from work. You wonder how he could look so good in such a simple outfit, admiring the way his torso tapers down into his hips.

“Hi, Matt,” you breathe, clutching the clay in your hands, realizing that you are dripping a bit in your doorway. “Is everything okay?” you ask, still confused as to why he is at your door.

“I guess I was coming to ask you that. I was walking by and heard some thuds and wanted to make sure you were okay,” he smiles, leaning slightly on his cane.

“Oh! Yes,” you rush out. “I’m fine. I was just doing some pottery and I, um, my clay kind of flew off the wheel a bit. Would you like to come in for a minute?” 

You had asked the question before really considering what that could mean. Without hesitation, Matt agrees and steps through the door with a few taps of his cane.

“You make pottery,” he states, a smirk on his face making you feel like there is some joke you aren’t understanding behind his words. 

“Yeah, I converted a bit of my apartment into a studio for it,” you say as you start to walk further into your apartment. The clay in your hands starts to weigh heavy as you realize that it is keeping you from leading Matt around. “Sorry, let me put my clay down and I can help you to the couch.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Matt says, followed by your name. Your heart stutters at the sound of your name on his lips. “I can get around fine. Am I facing the right way at least?”

Your mind is racing, trying to catch up with what is happening. You thought that your embarrassing first encounter would have turned him off of ever wanting to get to know you, but it doesn’t seem to be deterring him.

“Yes, just about four steps in front of you is the back of the couch.”

You watch him begin to maneuver around the room before coming to your senses and swiftly setting your clay back down on the wheel. When you turn back around, he has settled into the couch and is folding up his cane.

“Let me wash my hands,” you mumble, striding to the kitchen to scrub the clay off your fingers.

Matt begins making conversation, asking, “How long have you been making pottery?”

He is kind to ask, seemingly genuine in his interest. Over the sounds of the faucet you answer, “I took a class in college. Picked it up as a hobby and have been doing it ever since.”

You can hear him hum as you turn off the sink, drying your hands. Tentatively, you join Matt on the couch, sure to leave a cushion of space between you.

“Do you want something to drink? Beer? Water?” you offer, standing before he even has time to answer.

“Water would be great, thanks,” he replies. You notice the way his lips turn up in a smile and his head cocks to the side as he talks, finding it quirky, if not charming.

You take a few deep breaths at the sink, calming your nerves that have your mind in a jumbled mess. Your hot, well-dressed neighbor is sitting on your couch, happily engaging in small talk as you sit in a ratty t-shirt and shorts. “What am I doing?” you quietly ask yourself as you pick up the glasses off the counter and bring them to Matt, waiting patiently on the couch.

When you offer him the glass, he thanks you softly, bringing the rim to his lips. You can’t help but watch intently, your heart picking up its pace at the thought of doing more with those lips than watching them.

“What do you do for work, Matt?” you ask quickly, trying to distract your own mind from your wandering thoughts.

“I’m a defense attorney. My friend and I have a firm we started together,” he says as he puts his glass down on the coffee table. You are impressed that he even knew it was there, but before you can think too long about it, he has asked you the same question.

“I’m an English teacher,” you say between sips. “At the high school on 76th. Twelfth grade.”

“Admirable,” he laughs. “I hated my English teacher.”

“Everyone who doesn’t end up studying English hated their high school English teachers,” you joke. “What did they make you read? Grapes of Wrath?” 

This only causes Matt to laugh more as he nods, “Worst book I’ve read in my life.”

“Yeah, that one is a tough read,” you concede. “But at least it’s better than The Odyssey.”

“Well, you’ve got me there,” he smiles.

You are not exactly sure what Matt had hoped would happen when he knocked on your door, but you are sure it wasn’t to discuss literature.

“I’m sorry. I can somehow always bring books into the conversation. Is there something I can do for you, Matt?”

He shakes his head slightly, smile only growing wider. “No, I love reading so don’t apologize for talking about it,” he assures you. “And like I said, I was just coming by to make sure you were okay.”

“Right,” you breathe, nodding and smiling. “I’m fine. Just the clay.”

The two of you fall into easy conversation for the next hour, getting to know each other. You discovered that you both frequent Josie’s, the bar around the corner, surprised that you have never run into each other there. He teases you about your first meeting, calling you out for the plethora of sorries you said. 

You enjoy talking to Matt. You find that it is almost effortless to do so. The conversation is seamless and you eventually make your way back to the topic of ceramics where you had started.

“Can I listen while you work?” he asks you. “I have always wanted to try pottery but never got around to taking a class.”

Shocked that he is asking to stay longer, and that he is asking with such surety, you agree. 

“Yes, of course. You’re welcome to. Would you, um, would you like to try it?” 

You glance again at his clothes which are far too nice to be doing pottery in, but you asked the question before you ever considered that.

“Could I? I would love to, if that’s okay,” he says, looking adorably eager.

“Of course. It is a little bit messy,” you say, getting up to find some clothes for him to change into. “Let me grab you some sweats or something.”

Shifting through your drawers, you find a pair of sweatpants big enough for him to wear. You bring them out and find that he has already unbuttoned his shirt, giving you a clear vision of his incredibly toned torso. Your breath catches at the sight, eyes unmoving as he removes the article entirely. 

“I found some sweats,” you mumble, your throat suddenly dry. “I can find a shirt, too.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he dismisses, grabbing the sweats from your hands. “I don’t want to get all your clothes dirty.”

You breathe out a quiet, “Okay,” before leading him gently to the bathroom to change his pants.

When the door has closed behind him, you let yourself catch your breath, mind going into panic-mode as you comprehend what is about to happen. You are about to teach your hot, blind shirtless neighbor, Matt, how to work with wet clay. How in the world did you get here?

Suddenly, the door is open and Matt is shuffling to the middle of the room, glasses and dress pants removed. You grab his elbow and guide him to the stool in front of the pottery wheel. He sits down, and you let out a quiet breath.

“You ready?” you ask, pulling up another stool behind him.

“I’m ready,” he answers as he stretches his hands out to find the clay. 

You start the wheel up and guide his hands with your own, reaching around him, one arm going over his bare, sculpted shoulder, the other weaving under it. Your skin tingles as your arm presses into his side, hyper aware of every centimeter of contact. Wet hands push and mold the clay, helping it take shape.

You can hear his breath falling short as you help him cup his hands over the clay. You talk softly, whispering directions and guidance.

“You’re doing great, Matt. You’re a natural,” you praise, causing his breath to hitch.

“I have a good teacher,” he whispers as his head leans back slightly to direct his comment to your mouth.

When you have a good round shape going, you press his thumb into the center gently, your chest pressing into his back in order to angle his hand correctly. Your heart pounds in your ears, hips shifting on the stool.

“Beautiful,” you breathe as the clay begins taking the form of a small cup. “You were perfect.”

“Thank you for teaching me.”

When your project is complete, you take your hands away from the clay and slow the wheel down until it comes to a stop. You do not move from your position around Matt yet, instead electing to guide his hands to the bowl of water you have beside the wheel. You submerge Matt’s large, calloused hands in the water, gliding your fingers over his palms in an effort to loosen the shell of clay forming around them. Your fingers weave through his as you clean them, the feeling of his knuckles catching on yours has a subtle heat surging to your core. You feel the raised scars that litter his hands and wonder who he fought to get them. 

Matt’s eyes are closed as you work with his hands, your chest still pressed to his back. You hear him whisper your name, drawing your eyes to his. You know he can’t see you, but you feel his attention on you, making your skin flush with heat. He leans in slowly, his nose nudging yours before finding your lips with his own. 

The kiss is slow, soft, unsure. Your breath flutters out of your nose as his lips begin to move. The feeling of his beard scratching at your chin causes your stomach to tighten and hands to grip his in the water. His tongue comes to press against your top lip, silently asking for entrance. You grant it as you tilt your head, finding the angle where your lips perfectly slot with his.

“Matt,” you mumble against his lips, causing him to pull away slightly, “come with me.”

You stand up slowly and wrap your hands in a towel, drying Matt’s with it as well. He stands up quietly and links his hands in yours, shuffling behind you. You guide him to the bathroom and turn on the spray of water from the shower head. 

“I’m just going to wash your arms,” you explain. You know he could wash them himself, but you want to have an excuse to keep touching him. Your heart hasn’t stopped its steady thumping since you sat behind Matt at the wheel, and the pace only quickens when you help him put his beautifully toned forearms under the water. 

For being so confident on the surface, Matt is exceptionally quiet. You expected maybe a few more suggestive comments or pick up lines, but instead, Matt has kept silent, only mumbling small thank you’s and hums. His eyebrows knit together in what looks to be contentment, almost bliss. 

You run your fingers over his arms, fingernails scratching at his skin, rinsing away any remaining clay. When you have finished, you begin washing yourself, and having sensed this, Matt stops your movement and replaces your hands with his own. He quietly glides his palms over your forearms, scratching over your wrists. The tender actions have your breath coming in shallow pants as your eyes flutter closed at the feeling.

“Beautiful,” Matt whispers, parroting your comment from earlier.

You pull your hands out of the water, turning it off. Matt’s hands never leave your body. They slide up your arms and cascade down your waist. His lips find yours again as your wet hands weave their way through his hair. You gently press your hips to his which causes his breath to catch and hitch in a way that has you pressing yourself even further into him.

After a few more kisses, Matt pulls away for a second and removes his hands from your waist to loop them around your wrists.

“No one has ever been as gentle with me as you have been,” he says in a voice that is barely audible. 

“You deserve it, Matt,” you say before leaning in to kiss him again.

(Smut begins here)

The two of you make your way out of the bathroom and back to the couch where your glasses of water were left unfinished. You lay down and guide Matt to the space between your knees. His hips press into yours, your core clenching and burning at the friction. Lips find each other as one of  his hands comes to rest above his head while the other nudges its way beneath your shirt at your hip.

“Is this okay?” he asks softly, eyes open and gazing unfocused at your collarbones.

“Yes,” you breathe, “more than okay.”

At your words of consent, his hips start moving against your core, igniting a fire below your navel. His hands, still damp from the shower, slide up your bare waist, skimming below your breast. You had rid yourself of your bra when you had come home from work, completely unaware that you would be in this position a few hours later. Because of this, Matt has unadulterated access which you are more than happy to grant him.

Your hips roll into his, back arching when his thumb grazes your nipple. He hushes the quiet sigh that escapes you with a kiss, sliding his hand down your back. His lips move behind your ear, down your throat, and over the exposed skin of your collarbone. His hips have not stopped their slow circles, and your own meet him in rhythm. 

You can feel your panties becoming soaked by the second, and as if he can read your mind, he pulls you up to straddle his lap, his hand coming to press gently to your core. You gasp at the pressure which elicits a smile and a hum from Matt.

“Can I touch you here?” he asks quietly. 

You nod and whisper, “Please.”

“Can I take these off?” 

Before he can help you, you stand up and slide your shorts down your legs and climb back in his lap.

“That’s a good girl,” he says, the words shooting straight to your core. You clench around nothing, your hips rolling in search of friction. Shaky breaths flutter from your lips, and the sound drives Matt crazy.

In one motion, Matt kisses you hard and open mouthed as his fingers push your panties to the side, pressing into your wet core. You suck in a breath at the feeling of his fingers swiping up and down, finding place inside of you. They move in and out, nudging the spot that has you arching and keening in his lap.

“I like listening to you,” he murmurs into your lips, capturing them in a kiss that has you moaning into his mouth. “Your breaths. Your moans. Let me hear you, sweetheart.”

His words draw a sigh from your lips, your hands clutching his bare shoulders as his fingers drive in and out of you. Covered in you, they find your pearl, pressing and stroking. It doesn’t take long for the coil in your core to tighten, your eyes to clench, and your hips to roll against his fingers.

“I’m so close,” you mumble, sighing and moaning as you chase your release.

“That’s it,” Matt says softly. “Let go.”

At that moment, the pressure in your hips releases and you let yourself come on his fingers, clenching around them as his thumb rubs over your clit. He guides you through it, kissing you as his other hand cradles your head. 

“You were perfect, sweetheart,” he says, his praise soothing as you come down from your high. Your heart starts slowing its pace as you melt into Matt. He pulls his fingers out and wraps his arms around you, taking you in as you collapse into his form. You sit silently together for a minute while you catch your breath. You listen to his breathing, your face pressed into the crook of his neck.

“Matt,” you say, at which he hums in acknowledgment. “Thanks for coming to check on me.”

He lets out a laugh that comes out more like a huff. “Of course. I’m glad you were okay.”

“Do you want to come over again? I could show you how to make a bowl next time.”

He laughs but does not give an immediate response. For a second you thought that he was going to say no, your body panicking, your heart rate spiking, but before you started overthinking everything, he answers, “I would love to. And I’ll bring dinner next time.”

a/n: thank you so so much for reading !! check out my masterlist with a few other fics if you want more !!

[theres-a-body-here]

Killers with Pearl!Reader

You cried, begged, and pleaded for anyone who take a chance on you. You dreamed of becoming a star. The Entity gladly reached out her claw, promising you the role of all eternity. You gratefully accepted. You thanked your "supporters" and blew kisses into the air as you walked into the cold, empty fog.

The stage was finally yours

The Ghostface

Danny wasn't amused

He was put on babysitting duty by the Entity; show you the ropes, make sure the others don't bully you, etc.

He had his work cut out for him

You were quite the mess

Neurotic, bratty, and downright vicious when things didn't go your way

This translated into your trials going pretty bad

Gen rushing and whole team escapes

Danny could work with this

He would turn you into the best killer around

(second to him, of course)

Even if it took forever

And in the Entity's realm, there was no rush

You found yourself in the realm alongside Ghostface, within the eerie recreation of your family's farm, sculpted by the Entity. As you practiced your axe swings, he leaned against a decaying fence, arms folded. He let out an exasperated sigh and halted your motions, his voice cutting through the tense air.

"Hey, hold up," he remarked, his masked face giving away little emotion. "You're not getting that technique right. You're swinging way too wildly. You gotta be precise or the survivors are gonna have an easy time spinning you."

Your brows furrowed, a mixture of annoyance and defiance brewing within you. "Oh, really? And who made you the expert on my style?"

He shrugged casually. "Just trying to help. No need to get all bristly."

A surge of frustration rose within you. You clutched your axe handle tighter, your knuckles whitening. "I don't need your help. I'm destined for greatness. I'm meant to be a star."

Danny's expression remained inscrutable behind his mask, but his tone turned more serious. "Being a star means learning and improving. Even stars have to take criticism."

Your grip on the axe tightened even more, your fingers trembling slightly. The words hit a nerve, a raw vulnerability you rarely let show. "I can handle the criticism just fine. But not from you, and not when I'm on the cusp of something big."

Danny lets out another sigh, which carried annoyance. "Fine, have it your way. Just remember, the Entity doesn't care about your style points. It wants results."

You stared at him, a battle of wills and egos in the air. The urge to swing your axe in frustration warred with the nagging truth in his words.

"You just can't stand the idea of someone else shining brighter, can you?" you retorted, your words dripping with bitterness. "But guess what? I'm going to be a star, and then I'll be her favorite, not you."

The Twins

Charlotte warmed up to you pretty quick, even if she didn't know what the hell an actor was

Victor was happy his sister was happy, so he liked you too

You both hung out at your farm

The twins felt a little bit in their element

Nice open space with animals. Nature surrounding them

Victor liked the chickens

Charlotte liked the lightbulbs

You liked having an audience

You gladly put on plays and theatric reenactments of poetry for them

Mostly performed at the killer camp

You're absolutely terrible

Having been hiding for most of their lives, The Deshayes siblings had no frame of reference

You were amazing in their eyes

You spun and kicked your feet as you sang for the twins. Your dancing was stiff and your singing was worse. Out of breath and voice cracks littered throughout the number. The twins were in awe. Victor swayed and gargled out some semblance of the melody he was hearing as Charlotte was clapping to the beat.

The Nightmare chuckled at your awkward attempt at show tunes. He had always enjoyed mocking others. And as he saw your "dancing", he couldn't resist mocking the new fish.

"Looks like we've got a new clown in town," he snickered, gesturing towards you as he glanced at Kenneth, who in turn gave Freddy a nasty glare.

But his laughter quickly came to a halt when he caught sight of Charlotte giving him the death stare, her hands tightly gripping her sickle. Victor didn't seem to notice as he was still glued to your performance.

Julie swiftly elbowed Freddy in the gut and snapped at him "Shut the fuck up before you get gutted asshole"

The Cannibal

Instant connection between the two of you

Both of you being raised at Farms all your lives

The Entity never recreated Bubba's farm

So you let him move into yours

You wanted more fans

Bubba squealed with joy when you told him of your offer

He wasted no time getting his things

He spent so long hugging every animal he could catch

He misses his family

Please comfort him

You also act for him

He claps and squeals happily

He'll join you if you talk him into it

You could hardly contain their excitement as they twirled and pirouetted around Bubba.

"C'mon Bubba, you gotta try it! It's so much fun," You insisted with a wide grin.

Bubba cocked his head to one side, making an animalistic noise that loosely resembled a question.

"Yes, I mean dancing and singing with me," You explained patiently. "I promise we'll have a good time."

Bubba considered the proposition for a moment before nodding his head vigorously - clearly excited at the prospect of sharing something new with his friend.

And so You began to sing – your voice cracking horribly as you struggled to find the right notes. Bubba followed along by making strange grunting noises, attempting to mimic what he heard from your mouth.

As terrible as the duet was, there was something almost freeing about it. For just a few moments, you felt like Anita Stewart.

You both continued flailing around and shouting lyrics until both of you collapsed onto the ground in exhausted laughter - bounding over each other like children who had just finished playing tag.

The Legion

Being one of the younger killers, it was only a matter of time before The Legion sought you out

Susie really wanted to meet you after being in a Trial in your realm

"They have a farm, Frank! I really wanna pet a cow. Please Please Please"

Frank couldn't say no to her

They arrive to your realm and walk in on you slow dancing with a scarecrow

Talk about awkward

You quickly drop Howard to greet your guests

"Oh Hello! I didn't think anyone would drop by"

You giggle as you sway in your red dress like you weren't caught doing something unhinged

It's clear you don't see the issue with it

Despite the rocky start, the Legion warms up to you

And then Frank discovered Theda

"IS THAT A FUCKING GATOR?!?!?!?!"

Frank was stunned as he pointed at Theda sunbathing at the lake's bank

Your family farm instantly became the second Legion hideout

You sat among the legion teens near the bank of your realm's farm, throwing bits of food into the lake for Theda. The alligator was a rare source of entertainment and joy in the realm, and they had come to enjoy these peaceful moments by the water.

Frank leaned forward eagerly, watching as Theda slowly approached their makeshift buffet.

"Come on girl, do a death-roll for us!" he shouted excitedly. He turned back to you with an expectant tone. "You think she'll do it?"

"Well, I don't know," replied you nonchalantly. "She doesn't usually go for those kinds of tricks."

But just as you spoke, Theda suddenly lunged out of the water and snatched up a piece of meat in her powerful jaws. With surprising agility for such a massive creature, she spun around in one swift motion - performing a full death-roll that left Frank cheering triumphantly.

"You fucking saw that?! Holy shit, that was awesome!" he exclaimed.

Susie giggled at Frank's excitement while Julie rolled her eyes behind her mask. Joey was simply lying on the grass with his arms behind his head as he watched the clouds.

The group continued to throw bits of snacks into the water amidst laughter and chatter while keeping an eye on Theda's movements.

Masterlist here

[nitrateglow]

Spooky Season 2024: 12-22

Phantom of the Mall: Eric's Revenge (dir. Richard Friedman, 1989)

The opening of the new mall is hampered by one thing: a Phantom hiding in the air vents, and committing robbery and murder. It turns out this Phantom is really a teenager named Eric (Derek Rydall) disfigured in a fire set by the mall's developers to clear out any remaining houses impeding their dreams of commercial development. Now, Eric plans on having his revenge and watching over his girlfriend Melody (Kari Whitman), now an employee of the mall. But what will he make of her burgeoning romance with a journalist?

Talk about pure '80s cheese. This film feels like it was made to capitalize on the slasher cycle and the popularity of the Andrew Lloyd Weber Phantom of the Opera megamusical. It's not a particularly good movie, but it is dumb fun. I love how this Phantom makes free use of the goods available in the stores and how he spams his spin kick attack like he's in a video game.

Also, Pauly Shore is in this. He has a great scene talking about subliminal messaging in department stores, but is otherwise the usual Pauly Shore.

Hangover Square (dir. John Brahm, 1945)

Musician George Harvey Bone (Laird Cregar) is disturbed by long sessions in which he blacks out. He fears he may be committing murder, but is reassured by the police when he goes to them that isn't likely. Detective Dr. Allen Middleton (George Saunders) advises the overworked George take a break from composing. George does so by going to a pub where he meets the lovely Netta Longdon (Linda Darnell), a music hall entertainer who dreams of fame. George and Netta enter into a toxic relationship in which she uses him to advance her career while seeing other men on the side. When George discovers her treachery, his blackouts return-- this time in a far more violent form.

I'm starting to become fascinated by John Brahm, a director best remembered for his moody, macabre dramas in the 1940s. Hangover Square was his second and final collaboration with the talented but doomed Laird Cregar, who died two months before the film was released. It's as much a noir as a horror picture, drenched in that chiaroscuro lighting and urban dread so common to the classic cycle.

Cregar is astonishing in the lead role. Though handsome, he was a bigger man, so Hollywood refused to allow him to transition into leading man parts. He is marvelous here, passionate and sensitive, yet also sinister once his jealous rage takes over. I've seen Cregar in multiple films and he was truly fantastic, able to be comic as well as dramatic. Hollywood didn't deserve him.

Lastly, Linda Darnell's character sings this really catchy song when Cregar first sees her. I saw this film weeks ago but it is STILL STUCK IN MY HEAD.

The Sealed Room (dir. DW Griffith, 1909)

In some nondescript time period (everyone's dressed like it's either the early 18th century or the middle ages), a king (Arthur V. Johnson) learns his mistress (Marion Leonard) is smooching with a musician (Henry B. Walthall). Jealous to the point of rage, he has the couple sealed in a small room where they suffocate to death.

The Sealed Room is a gem from the nickelodeon era, though I admit my liking for it comes from how extra all the performances are, even by the standards of the early silent period.

It also has one of my favorite instances of what I like to call "silent film logic"-- that is, scenes featuring action that would be very loud in real life, but in a silent film, you may not think about it as much. Here, the king has the lovers walled up alive in a small room, where they lounge unaware. And yet, there's workers slapping up a brick wall not ten feet away from them! It's very amusing.

Frankenhooker (dir. Frank Henenlotter, 1990)

When his girlfriend Elizabeth (Patty Mullen) gets hacked to death by an automatic lawnmower he built, medical student Jeffrey (James Lorinz) decides to resurrect her by killing sex workers for their shapely body parts then sewing Elizabeth's severed head on top. He does this by having his victims smoke explosive crack.

No, I'm not making this up.

I first heard about Frankenhooker from James Rolfe of Angry Video Game Nerd fame. It sounded so insane that I knew I had to watch it. It's-- well, it's definitely a bizarre movie with lots of crude humor and pitch black jokes.

Would you believe me if I said it was kind of an unsung feminist work? I definitely did not expect THAT angle coming in, but that messaging is definitely there. Jeffrey is a villain-protagonist through and through, even before he starts committing murder. We learn he was already demanding Elizabeth modify her appearance to suit his tastes before she got killed. He views women as more a collection of body parts than proper people. However, his misogyny does catch up with him in the end and his fate at the resurrected Elizabeth's hands is the very definition of irony. I don't want to spoil it.

It's definitely not for everyone, but if you have a sick sense of humor and some friends that share that humor, you'll have a good time.

Friday the 13th: Part 2 (dir. Steve Miner, 1981)

A summer camp close to the infamous Camp Crystal Lake is about to open. Little do the young, horny counselors know, Jason (Warrington Gillette and Steve Daskewicz)-- the boy that allegedly drowned long ago-- is still alive and he's mad his mama got decapitated in the previous film. Lots of people die.

I confess I have a hard time getting into these Friday the 13th films. I've read it took a few entries for the series to find its footing as gloriously dumb schlock, but the first one and this sequel were mostly boring for me. About all I liked was the last twenty minutes, when the heroine's background in child psychology comes into play. Otherwise, this gets a big meh from me. Not horrible, but nothing I can imagine I'll ever rewatch.

Corridor of Mirrors (dir. Terence Young, 1948)

A party girl (Edana Romney) becomes involved with a Renaissance era-obessed artist (Eric Portman). Their fetishistic relationship leads to heartbreak and murder.

Already discussed this one is great detail at my Wordpress blog. It's a great romantic thriller in the vein of Vertigo and Rebecca.

The Old Dark House (dir. James Whale, 1932)

During a thunderstorm, a group of unwary British travelers are marooned at the crumbling mansion of the Femm family, a collection of eccentrics who may be insane. Everything goes wrong: the hulking butler gets drunk and preys on the women visitors, the area may flood, the lights go out, and there may be a homicidal maniac imprisoned in one of the rooms upstairs. Will anyone survive the night?

I have raved about this film for a long time now. It's truly a favorite of mine in general, not just for the Halloween season. Both witty and chilling, it's an atmospheric masterpiece. The damp and mold are palpable.

What fascinates me most is the Femm family itself and the gaps in their backstory. This is one movie where I feel like there's a Tolstoyan novel's worth of drama with the Femms. It's hinted that the 102-year-old patriarch of the house (played in drag by actress Elspeth Dudgeon) used to host orgies there. The death of the seductive sister Rebecca at the age of 21 may or may not have been due to inter-family foul play. Morgan the butler has a close, even weirdly tender relationship with the homicidally insane brother Saul, suggesting a myriad of possible connections between them. It's very interesting-- I like that the movie doesn't fill in all the blanks.

A Game of Death (dir. Robert Wise, 1945)

Don Rainsford (John Loder), big game hunter extraordinaire, finds himself shipwrecked on a mysterious island. The owner is Erich Kriegler (Edgar Barrier), an urbane German who also enjoys hunting, though with a slight difference-- he likes hunting humans. Teaming up with other shipwreck survivors Ellen (Audrey Long) and Robert (Russell Wade), Don tries finding a way to escape before they become Kriegler's next wall trophies.

This movie is a pallid, watered down, shot-for-shot remake of The Most Dangerous Game, one of the crown jewels of 1930s horror, so of course, I am not fond of it. And yet, I rewatch it every few years, so it must have something going for it. So instead of tearing into it as I normally do, I'll list a few things I think are actually good about it:

I like that the main character initially tries tricking Kriegler into thinking he will hunt people with him. Very pro-active.

I think Kriegler is a good villain. Not as memorably deranged and campy as Leslie Banks' Zaroff in the original film, but chilling in a more low-key way. His "the strong deserve to prey upon the weak" philosophy fits in nicely with Nazi ideologies-- no doubt what this wartime horror flick intended.

Um... I think Audrey Long is really pretty. I like her flow-y outfits.

... Yeah, that's it.

The Most Dangerous Game (dir. Ernest B. Schoedsack and Irving Pichel, 1932)

All-American big game hunter Bob Rainsford (Joel McCrea) is shipwrecked on the unlisted island of Count Zaroff (Leslie Banks), a Russian aristocrat and master sportsman who claims he now hunts "the most dangerous game" of all. Being a himbo, it takes Bob a while before he realizes that game is human beings. Unwilling to hunt alongside Zaroff when given the offer, Rainsford and fellow prisoner Eve Trowbridge (Fay Wray) wage a game with Zaroff: let loose into the island's thick jungle, if they survive the night without Zaroff or the terrain killing them, they'll go free. If not, Rainsford dies and Eve will become a rather different kind of quarry for the evil count.

Now, here's my favorite "hunter hunts people" movie! While "The Most Dangerous Game" has been adapted and ripped off multiple times for a century, the original is still hard to beat. The castle set drips with gothic grandeur. The jungle soundstage is thick and suffocating, and once the chase intensifies, it becomes like something out of a nightmare.

I actually think the climactic hunt is among the greatest sequences in all cinema. The editing is so dynamic and the images are brilliant. And when you consider this is still an early talkie, when films were still trying to rediscover their footing after silent cinema came to an end, it becomes even more remarkable.

Going on Letterboxd, I was shocked to find a lot of people on there have mixed to negative opinions about this movie, largely because they think it's too over the top and that it's messaging is too on the nose.

I mean-- yes, these things are true, but I don't see them as flaws. It probably helps that I love camp and melodrama, and am not ashamed to admit it. And regardless of the fervent camp on display, I still think the trophy room scene is creepy and the chase is super intense. I have probably seen this movie close to a hundred times and yet, the chase still has me shouting at the TV, willing the characters to run faster. That's damn fine filmmaking.

The Haunting (dir. Robert Wise, 1963)

A researcher of the paranormal brings a motley crew of ordinary people into the allegedly haunted Hill House. Both potential ghosts and the neuroses of the visitors bring on sinister events and ultimately tragedy.

I love this movie more and more. I already wrote a bit about my reaction this time around, though since then, I started rereading the source novel, Shirley Jackson's The Haunting of Hill House. Obviously, the book delves more deeply into Eleanor's psyche, but the film does a fantastic job of this as well. Given film is a visual medium, it can be a challenge to depict a character's interior state without delving into expressionism and this film does that well.

The Phantom of the Opera (dir. Terence Fisher, 1962)

Aspiring songstress Christine Charles (Heather Sears) and producer Harry Hunter (Edward de Souza) are drawn into a mystery at the London Opera House. A phantom is sabotaging any attempt to produce Joan of Arc: A Tragedy, a show allegedly written by the cold, snobby, rapey Lord Ambrose (Michael Gough). After some investigating, it turns out the Phantom (Herbert Lom) was once the meek-mannered Professor Petrie, whose music was stolen by Ambrose. Now, he wants only to see his opera done justice and only Christine's voice can make that happen.

I am very fond of this version of The Phantom of the Opera even though I think it has a myriad of dramatic flaws. Let's get the flaws out the way first. I think the film is a bit repetitive in retelling us Petrie's story over and over, at first through onscreen description and then through filmed depiction. I also think the ending is anti-climactic, like the writers didn't want to go the usual route of making the Phantom a homicidal maniac but they weren't sure how to make a properly dramatic finish without that characterization.

That out the way, this is a unique, even refreshing retelling in many ways. The Phantom/Christine relationship is no longer one of unrequited love-- in fact, Petrie seems wholly uninterested in romance or sex at all. He views Christine and himself as victims of the truly despicable Lord Ambrose: Petrie had his music stolen and Christine was sexually harrassed. Therefore, it is up to the two of them to wrest the opera back from Amrbose's influence and make it the production Petrie wanted. Petrie is one hard taskmaster. He is relentless in training Christine and at one point throws filthy sewer-water in her face when she faints.

But the Phantom is hardly an out and out villain here. He doesn't even kill people-- he has a convenient hunchbacked assistant to do that. No, the real baddie is Ambrose, among the nastiest villains in the Hammer canon. Ambrose never even kills anyone, yet he makes the blood boil with his wanton cruelty. Michael Gough (who I always remember best as Alfred in the Tim Burton Batman movies, as well as Batman Forever and Batman and Robin) is so good at being bad.

This version of POTO also has my favorite version of the Phantom's compositions. Usually, he writes a "burning" piece called Don Juan Triumphant, fitting his romantic obsession with Christine. Here, Petrie writes an opera about Joan of Arc, a virginal saint persecuted by powerful men-- a fitting subject for Petrie given his own persecution by an aristocrat. Joan's aria "I Hear Your Voice" is gorgeous and always brings me to tears, it's that beautiful.

Not a perfect film, but still a very good one.

[sammysficfactory]

AOT Men’s Favorite Throwback R&B/Soul Songs pt.2

Feat. Ony, Reiner, and Connie

read pt.1 here

Reiner Braun

Let’s Stay Together by Al Green

reiner is a simple man

and his love for you simple too

he loves you to the ends of the earth…it’s that simple

Sitting at a long table with your now husband, a familiar melody begins spilling out of the speakers and he gives you a knowing smile.

“You wanna dance, Mrs. Braun?” He suggests, standing and offering you his hand. You chuckle and place your hand in his and stand, making your way towards the dance floor. You looked absolutely gorgeous in your long white dress, your back to his chest as he sung the lyrics softly in your ear. The moment is even more intimate when kisses your temple and whispers in your ear.

“You look so beautiful, sweetheart. I love you so much.” You can hear the smile in his voice.

“I love you too, I’m glad we’re getting married.” You reply, turning in his arms to face him. You kiss him softly, allowing yourself to bask in the loving and warm atmosphere of your wedding.

it’s an old song

but it definitely explains how much he loves you

like the song said

he’s tryna be with you when times are good, bad, happy, and sad

i love him down

Connie Springer

Can You Stand The Rain by New Edition

you know that connie is dramatic

he knows he’s dramatic

so it makes total sense when he gives you a performance to this song

The drums and familiar melody of New Edition filled your bedroom as your boyfriend Connie pushed the door open, phone in hand as he begins singing to you.

“Con, go ‘head somewhere! I’m tryna nap!” You scold him, but you can’t deny your poorly suppressed smile and how entertaining he was. Ignoring your protests, he hops onto your shared bed and pulls you by the legs closer to him. You yelp in surprise before swatting at him, wanting him to leave you alone. He shakes his head, a goofy smile plastered on his face as he disturbs your peace entertains you.

like he truly does the most

after he’s done he just stands there breathing heavily

acting like he’s actually part of new edition and was at a concert

he gets upset when you don’t clap

probably sucks his teeth at you when you ask for something

Onyankapon

All The Things (Your Man Won’t Do) by Joe

oh my GOD i love me some ony

i hc that he can SANG

and he LOVES slow dancing with you

For you and your beloved boyfriend, cleaning day was every other Sunday. The two of you would try (and mostly fail) to wake up early, play some old R&B and soul music, and get to cleaning. When the song plays, the two of you are cleaning up the living room. Ony slides behind you and wraps his hands around your waist, leaning down and kissing your shoulder as the two of you sway from side to side and he sings to you.

“Have I told you how much I like when you sing to me?” You ask. He nods with a chuckle, you tell him all the time how much you love his voice.

“You never miss the chance princess.” He teases, kissing your cheek. He takes the broom out of your hand and spins you around to face him. His brown eyes examine your face with an overwhelming amount of love and adoration for you. He leans in, placing a soft and slow kiss on your lips.

“I love you.” He smiles at you before smacking your butt and reluctantly letting you go.

“Now let’s finish cleaning so we can chill.” He says, you whine and lightly scold about him being heavy handed and rub at your butt as you snatch the broom from his hands.

“Watch it, Y/N.” He warns.

ony is a man of few words

but he always knows what to say

my man my man my man

[koorinokujira]

Transformers thoughts that wouldn't leave me alone - Forgotten melodies of eld

I have a bit of a tendency to overthink my favorite media and make strange associations with other things, and Transformers is no different right now. Those robots are spinning in my head like leftover pasta in a microwave. Anyhow, last night I was thinking about Cybertronian music.

(Ramble incoming! Also I might get stuff wrong, I am still fairly new in the fandom, after all. So please, forgive my potential ignorance.)

Now, there usually isn't that much lore on it from what I've seen, which absolutely sucks and I need more. What I've also noticed is that there often seems to be more of a focus on the musical instruments (which I also definitely need more lore on), rather than vocals. And hoo boy do I have thoughts about that specificallly.

Cybertronians have voice boxes, right? And considering their mechanical anatomy, it's pretty safe to say that they can hold on for way longer than our vocal cords. After all, it's not like a computer or its speakers start breaking down after a few hours of music being played continuously. Of course, such a voice box would be more complex, and there are definitely some more unique ways for it to break or damage, but... I generally like to think they are pretty durable when they are used for speech or song. Which brings me to the concept which I decided to call "mechanical elves", or something to that effect.

Now, what does that even mean? It's simple; I was inspired by the portrayal of elven music in various fantasy media, like J. R. R. Tolkien's works. Songs that reach the deepest parts of your soul in an ancient, ellegant language, voices that sing heartwrenching ballads for hours on end about tragedies that happened millennia ago. And I thought... wouldn't that work for Cybertron? Or at least, Cybertron in its beginnings?

You have a race of giant, mechanical beings, many of which have lived for millions of years. And they do love their music, even if we often have no idea what it's like and get only snippets from their culture. You have people like Blaster, who is literally nicknamed "The Voice" in the IDW1 comics and uses his voice to inspire his fellow Autobots, among other things. Just their voice boxes alone have so much potential, and that just makes me feel stuff, honestly.

Why wouldn't they sing for incredible amounts of time without stopping, at least when the times weren't so complicated just yet?

Did the first Cybertronian who ever hummed a melody feel so much joy that he simply kept going and couldn't stop, before excitedly teaching others? When a friendship started to feel more than it already was, did the night start with a passionate serenade sung by a singular voice, which, as the hours went by, turned into a duet full of affectionate words to one another? When a Cybertronian died for the first time, did his brothers sing for his memory, and to survive the sorrow as they had no tears to weep?

Mechanical voices crying out in raw emotion to let the world know they're there, only for others to answer. Languages and dialects no longer spoken, beautifully haunting melodies long forgotten. And as the time went on, the world started to get more and more quiet, before the old compositions finally gave way to the new ones. Perhaps the Titans who yet live still remember a few notes or words once sung.

All that's left of the beginnings now is a requiem doubling as an ode to hope.

Its words?

"'Til all are one."

[twistedtummies2]

Top 20 Lion King Songs

Today is a big day for Disney fans (and many a furry, for that matter): it marks the 30th Anniversary of one of Disney’s most successful movies, “The Lion King.” While the actual celebrations by Disney itself for the event have been…controversial, shall we say? It is worth pointing out that the movie is extremely worthy of commemoration: it was, and still is, one of the most successful animated films ever made, and many people I talk to have said it’s one of their favorite movies of all time. It’s not hard to see why, either: it’s grand and epic on a scale that seldom few Disney films before it quite reached, in terms of scope and human emotion…which is ironic, since there are no actual humans in the story. It also spawned no less than two animated TV shows, a couple of direct-to-video sequels, a (very bad) CGI remake, and one of the single biggest stage musicals of all time. Interestingly, both the movie and the musical were considered fool’s projects. Many people thought neither would work. So to see how successful they’ve been is certainly intriguing, if nothing else. 

One of the things that has made the Lion King, in nearly ALL its forms, so successful is undoubtedly the music. It’s very, very rare you’ll find someone who DOESN’T say the songs in the original film are among the greatest in any musical, movie or not…and the stage show and other spin-off pieces have only continued this tradition, introducing new songs all their own that are often equally fantastic, if not more so. Therefore, after some consideration, I decided to do a sort of deep-dive countdown of my favorite songs from the franchise’s history. Now, one important thing to note is that this list will NOT cover the Timon & Pumbaa TV series, the direct-to-video film “Lion King 1 ½,” and the aforementioned CGI remake. In all these cases, it’s because I can’t really remember too many original songs from any of them, and the ones I do recall I wouldn’t place on this countdown anywhere. That, however, still leaves us plenty of material: this list will cover the original movie, the stage musical, the sequel “Lion King II: Simba’s Pride,” and the TV series “The Lion Guard” - an entire sequel series that told the story of Simba’s son and his friends protecting the Pride Lands, taking place between “Simba’s Pride” and the original film. With that said…it’s time to praise the Circle of Life. These are My Top 20 Lion King Songs!

20. Beware of Poa.

Just a heads-up right off the bat: fifty percent of this whole countdown will be tunes from “The Lion Guard.” This is primarily due to the simple fact that, being a TV series with no less than 75 separate episodes, there’s a lot more music to be found there than either of the films or the stage show. And it all starts with our first choice: “Beware of Poa.” This song appears in the episode “Poa the Destroyer,” where one of the Guard members - a young hippo named Beshte - starts inadvertently causing trouble at the mystical Tree of Life. Beshte doesn’t mean any harm, but he apparently doesn’t know his own strength, and his size causes many a headache for those who live at the Tree. This culminates in the character Pinguino singing a song about the mysterious “Poa the Destroyer,” believing Beshte to be some sort of monster out to ruin the Tree of Life, and rallying other animals to his side. The song is visually delightful (which goes for most melodies on this countdown), and very catchy, but ultimately just isn’t as “important” as other songs on the list, in terms of story, character, and context. Still, it’s a lot of fun - one of my personal faves from the series as a whole - so I decided to give it a place.

19. I Just Can’t Wait to Be King.

Yeah, I know, placing this song so low in the ranks is tantamount to heresy for some people. One of the things I considered when both choosing and ranking songs, however, was a simple question: how often do I actually come back to the song? How often do I sing it, how often do I reference it, and how much do I look forward to it when watching the piece? And when considering all those facts, this number actually fell somewhat short compared to a lot of other tunes. Do not misconstrue this to mean I dislike it, however: not only is this song very fun - arguably the most outrageous song, visually, in the entire original movie, for a start - but it’s also rather important. This is the song that shows us where Simba’s journey as a character begins: he’s young, simple-minded, cocky, adventurous, and doesn’t fully understand the responsibilities that have yet to be heaped upon him. He’s a showboating spoiled brat at this point, and while we see the humor in what’s going on, that is a point worth noting: almost immediately after this song is when things start to go wrong in his life, and from that point on, he faces increasingly harder challenges he has to not only survive and endure, but learn from. In that sense, it’s a remarkably necessary tune…but I guess I prefer songs that are slightly less “kiddy,” on the whole. Speaking of which…

18. Hakuna Matata.

Depending on who you are, seeing this song so low in the ranks will either be the most heinous blasphemy known to man…or seeing it here AT ALL will be the same. “Hakuna Matata” seems to be a very polarizing number; I tend to find that most people loved it a lot as kids, but as we get older we gravitate more towards the other songs in the film. There are also some people who just love the song in general…and, one should add immediately, some who think the song is annoying and always have. I fall into the formermost category: I remember as a little kid singing this song and enjoying it a lot, but as a grown-up it’s probably one of the songs I skip over most with this franchise. And while it kind of has become its own unique phenomenon, it must be noted that the song serves an important purpose in the original film. First of all, it musically introduces us to the core philosophies of Timon & Pumbaa: letting go of the things that one can’t change or doesn’t like to think about and simply moving on with one’s life. Second of all, the philosophy itself is an important theme in the film, as Simba has to balance what to throw away and what to cling to from his identity and his past from this point on. Third and finally, it serves as the primary comic relief number of the movie…and to its credit, that comic relief is pretty sorely needed, since the scenes that preceded this song for the past ten to twenty minutes, at least, were pretty intense: among the most dramatic, dark, and adrenaline-inducing in the whole film. A bouncy little ditty that translates to “don’t worry, be happy,” is actually sort of important: it gives an audience hope, as well as levity. Overall, I still think it’s a tune worth some merit…but, just like “I Just Can’t Wait to Be King,” there are plenty of other songs I like more.

17. You Best Not Mess With Mama.

The villain songs throughout the Lion King franchise are pretty darn great, and if there’s anything one can take away from this countdown, that’s probably it: at least a quarter of this countdown - more if you count the Honorable Mentions - are beats from the baddies. The series, as a whole, has a talent for creating antagonists that are equal parts entertaining and utterly awful, like so many other fantastic Disney Villains, and their musical moments are a big part of what make them all so fun to watch. Case in point: Mama Binturong, one of the main villains from Season 3 of “The Lion Guard.” Mama is a cantankerous old crook who obsessively hoards tuliza plants - her favorite food (which may or may not be fictional) - and has an army of porcupines as her enforcers. Her song more or less just enforces her character, but what makes it great is the style: first of all, the visuals are done in monochrome - the only spot of color being the purple tuliza flowers - with aged film-scratches on the screen, giving it a unique look that none of the other songs ANYWHERE in the franchise have, as far as I can find. This and the sort of jazzy vibe of the music plays up Mama Binturong as a rather different villain. She feels almost like an old-timey gangster in binturong’s clothing, which helps her stand out. There’s not much else to this one, but just like “Poa the Destroyer,” it’s a lot of fun, and the aesthetics make it highly memorable.

16. My Own Way.

This is a case where I think the original singer is the primary reason this song works so beautifully. “My Own Way” is another case of a song from “The Lion Guard” that doesn’t really serve any long-lasting purpose, but more is just a stepping stone in the episode it’s a part of. The character in focus is Fuli the Cheetah, a member of the Guard. In the episode, “Fuli’s New Family,” her friends worry about how much time she spends on her own, and their attempts to give her more company get on her nerves. “My Own Way” is essentially Fuli cementing her outlook on life, while venting about her frustrations with the situation: it’s not that she dislikes her friends, but she values both her privacy and her own sense of independence. She’s not really lonely, nor is she antisocial. She simply enjoys her “me time” and the feeling of having no one else to worry about now and again. Fuli’s voice actor - as well as her singing voice - is performer Diamond White, whom some may know for the voice of Marvel’s Moon Girl, or as Frankie Greene from “Transformers: Rescue Bots.” And while this show had plenty of awesome singers - some unexpectedly so - I think White’s voice is the most singularly breathtaking of the entire cast. Anytime Fuli sings, it is BLISS on my ears. Her voice is so clear, with this beautiful blend of purity and power; it brings a lot of soul and spice to the character, and makes relatively simple songs like this one feel far more impactful. The song is good on its own terms, but I think it’s White’s vocals that really give it most of its punch. It’s my favorite solo tune from the character.

15. May There Be Peace.

This is the last sort of “one and done” song from “The Lion Guard” on the list: by which I mean, the song serves a purpose in the episode it hails from, but it doesn’t really impact the show or the characters as a whole. After this point on the list, the tunes featured from the show tend to have much more impact on the overarching plot of the series. With that said, there’s nothing wrong with “one and dones,” and this is a spellbinding example of that. This song serves as the centerpiece of the episode “The Ukumbusho Tradition,” which tells the story of the Guard and their families attending a holiday celebration. The event commemorates a peace treaty made between the lions and the elephants many years ago. It’s a cute episode, and the song itself is very sweet, with a tender message that pleas for not only peace between peoples, but also for people to do what they can to make that peace happen - a topical concept in just about any era of human history, I’d say. Overall, however, neither the episode nor the song do much to further the characters or the show on the whole, like I said…but as far as bits of fluff go, it’s a very, VERY nice one. Gentle, soothing, yet poignant.

14. When I Led the Guard.

Now things from “The Lion Guard” side of this list get interesting. In Season 2 of the series, Scar was resurrected by two of the main antagonists from Season 1 - Janja and Ushari - and thus began a long-running and elaborate scheme to gain revenge on Simba and destroy the Pride Lands. This scheme came to its climactic conclusion in the Season 3 premiere, “Battle for the Pride Lands.” That’s where this song comes in: “When I Led the Guard” tells the story of how Scar not only gained his namesake, but also began his descent into darkness. It also serves as important foreshadowing, since Scar plots to put Kion - the main character, Simba’s son - through the same tortuous trial. There is a LOT that makes this song great: the performance from Scar’s actor in the show (due to a decided lack of Jeremy Irons OR Jim Cummings), David Oyelowo, is genuinely stunning. The instrumentals give a lot of weight to the tune, as well. And of course, the foreshadowing of what’s to come is great. My only real problem with the song is the backstory itself: there are some issues with it I’ve addressed in the past that I just can’t overlook. Still, it is cool to SEE that backstory, and provides some interest comparison and contrast with what’s to come. It may not be on par with “Be Prepared,” but it’s still a great musical moment from the Lion King’s first and greatest villain in its own right.

13. A New Way to Go.

In the words of Rafiki, “change is good.” A recurring theme throughout the Lion King franchise is characters learning from their mistakes and changing for the better. Not every character learns, of course, and those characters usually end up being the villains…but sometimes, even a villain can learn to become something better. Case in point: Janja the Hyena. Janja is the main antagonist of the first season of the Lion Guard, and remains a major villain going into its second season, as one of the ones responsible for resurrecting Scar. He is, in essence, for the first two thirds of the series, the Guard’s arch-nemesis, even more than Scar: Janja has been a thorn in their sides literally since all of them were children. He seems one of the least likely characters to have a chance at redemption…but over the course of the show, we do start to see some soft sides pop up now and again with his character. Things reach a turning point when Jasiri - a rival hyena who is actually friends with Kion, and an ally of the Guard - saves Janja’s life. This leads into this song, which occurs (like our previous pick) during “Battle for the Pride Lands.” It’s revealed that being rescued by one of his enemies has caused Janja’s whole world view to turn upside-down: he suddenly finds himself wondering if bringing Scar back and serving him was really the best decision, and if joining Jasiri and making peace with Kion and the Pride Landers might be better for him and his clan. At the same time, however, he isn’t sure if he CAN turn over that new leaf: after everything he’s done, is redemption even possible for someone like him? The use of color throughout this sequence, as well as both visual and lyrical callbacks to earlier scenes and songs, make this moment of a villain questioning their morality and trying to decide whether it’s time to make a change or not all the more interesting to see and hear. Janja had many fun songs throughout the series, but I think this number really cemented him as possibly my favorite character in the show. What can I say? I love a good redemption arc.

12. Tree of Life.

In Season 1 of the Lion Guard, Janja was the main antagonist. In Season 2, it was Scar. So, with Scar (and Ushari) defeated for good at the beginning of the third and final season, and with Janja reformed in the same storyline…who was going to take over the reins of main villain in the episodes to come? Enter Makucha: a gluttonous leopard who appeared a couple times in the show prior, but had never really seemed to be THAT big a threat. He was a fun antagonist, but he only showed up in two or three episodes: compared to characters like the ones I’ve just mentioned, among others, he was more of a nuisance than a real menace. So I imagine it must have been quite the surprise for fans when he suddenly returned and became the main antagonist of the final season. As if to cement his new status as the next “big bad” of the franchise for the remainder of the show, he was given a villain song all his own…and one with a delightfully ironic title. “Tree of Life” is the point where Makucha changes from just an annoyance to a real danger: obsessed with the thought of finding the titular mystical hideaway, Makucha declares his plan to find a guide who can lead him and his fellow leopards to the Tree, for the sole purpose of devouring every single animal he can get his jaws around once there. This becomes the main antagonistic conflict of the Season, as Makucha tracks the Guard across their journey, gathering followers along the way, amassing an army that can conquer the Guard. The song isn’t as “intense” as many other villain songs in the show, but the irony of the title, the importance it has in the series - as well as for Makucha’s character - and the performance of the singer (veteran voice actor Steve Blum) makes it one of my favorite villain songs in the entire franchise.

11. We Are One.

FINALLY, we can move away from the Lion Guard for one gosh-danged minute! Instead, let’s talk about the ORIGINAL sequel to the Lion King, “Simba’s Pride.” This song focuses on Simba and his daughter, Kiara. The young princess - following an encounter with an Outsider named Kovu (more on him later) - feels some uncertainty about her status and her future. She often feels rather cooped-up by her role as princess, and isn’t sure whether she should follow her heart or stick with the traditions that have been established. Simba - wanting to comfort his daughter - sings this heartfelt but playful song about family, saying that while she may not know what to do now, she will know in the future. And as her father, he will do what he can to support and to help her. The song is sweet, but it’s also EXTREMELY ironic: to be blunt, Simba’s kind of one of the bad guys in this story, or at least I would argue as much. He’s not a villain, by ANY means, but he does make some decidedly non-heroic choices, and has been making them even before this point. He’s become obsessed with preserving the safety of his family and the Pride Lands, after everything that occurred in the first film. And sure enough, as the movie goes on, his choices become increasingly more questionable: it later is, funnily enough, Kiara standing up to him and going against his wishes that ultimately makes him realize his own folly, and how he’s been betraying the very ideal he tried to teach her as a cub. As a result, the song serves as a starting point for BOTH characters’ story arcs, as Kiara has to eventually choose between her own heart and her family, and Simba has to realize that “We Are One” does not only apply to those who share the same blood. It’s a lovely song on its own terms, but the context makes it all the more fascinating.

10. Kwetu ni Kwetu.

Aaaand we’re back to the Lion Guard. Don’t worry, we won’t be sticking with the show too much longer. XD This song appears in the the episode “The Hyena Resistance,” in which the aforementioned Jasiri and her clan have to decide whether to officially join forces with the Pride Landers and take a united stand against Scar and his cronies, or simply run and hide. Jasiri, as you may or may not suspect already, is not the “run and hide” kind of person. Tired of all the havoc Scar and his henchmen have been causing for her and her friends, she sings this song to convince the rest of her clan to join in the fight and take a risk to protect their homeland. I absolutely love Jasiri as a character: from minute one she was a lot of fun to see in action, and she only got more and more interesting as the series went on. This song is one of her crowning moments…and I say that with a double meaning. (If you’ve seen the series, you’ll get the reference there.) It’s fairly short - like most songs in the series, to be honest - but it does a great job with the time it has. It’s basically the Lion Guard’s version of “Do You Hear the People Sing?” A rallying cry that is fairly short, but very strong.

9. On the Last Night.

If “Kwetu ni Kwetu” was the Lion King universe’s version of “Do You Hear the People Sing?” then this is that same world’s version of “One Day More.” It’s also our last song from the oft-before-mentioned “Battle for the Pride Lands” on the list. The scene is kind of what it says on the tin: it’s the final evening before the titular battle, when the Pride Landers will have to face Scar’s army. The setup is both tense and yet serene: everything is peaceful. There’s no immediate danger occurring. It’s even quite a beautiful time. But over all this tranquility is the looming Sword of Damocles: the realization that, by morning, things will be different. There’s no telling who will win, who will lose, or what exactly will happen. The Guard members gather together to reassure one another and make a final, solemn vow to do all they can to win and stick to their ideals in the chaos to come. It’s…a surprisingly heavy moment, all things considered, and the song matches it perfectly. There’s a quality to the music and vocals that is both soothing and yet suspenseful. It is the lead up to the biggest, most dangerous moment in any of these characters’ lives so far, and even though they have great confidence, there’s still plenty of doubt and uncertainty. I get shivers - literal, genuine, I’m-not-exaggerating-at-all SHIVERS - almost every time I hear this one. It may not be from one of the films, nor the stage show, but it’s definitely on par with many of the more famous songs in this franchise. No question it belongs in my Top 10.

8. One of Us.

We now return to “Simba’s Pride”...which is ironic, because this is probably Simba’s lowest point in the story, as a character. For those who don’t know, the sequel film to “The Lion King” is essentially a Disney-ified rendition of “Romeo and Juliet.” Kiara, as you might guess, is Juliet…which leads us to our Romeo figure, Kovu. This young, dark lion is the adoptive son of Scar, and has been raised by Zira for the sole purpose of assassinating Simba and taking over the throne. However, Kovu falls in love with Kiara, and starts to realize how wrong all the things Zira taught him were. Simba starts off distrusting of the lion (not helped, likely, by the fact he bears an uncanny resemblance to his evil uncle), but eventually starts to open up…and this song occurs after everything goes to absolute Hell in a teapot. Zira, tired of waiting on Kovu, and worried he’ll back out of the plan, ambushes Simba with her followers, wounding the great King. Although Kovu renounces his allegiance to them shortly thereafter, Simba is not only unaware of this, but really wouldn’t care if he did: in his mind, Kovu has proven himself to be a traitor, and so he publicly denounces the young lion and banishes him. Now, the dark lion has nowhere to call home: both of the prides he once served have exiled him forever. “One of Us” is sung by the wrathful Pride Landers, as they basically chase the browbeaten Kovu out of their territory. This song isn’t exactly a villain song, but it’s certainly not a happy one: it’s a very tragic and depressing moment, as this character we’ve come to care about is left totally alone through really no fault of his own. In some ways, it’s one of the darkest songs in the Lion King catalogue…although I will say, the lyric “See ya later, Agitator!” is…honestly really freaking silly. Come on, guys, we know you could do better. XD

7. My Lullaby.

If “One of Us” is one of the darkest songs in the Lion King universe, I would honestly argue this one - also from “Simba’s Pride” -  IS the darkest. It is, if nothing else, the most viscerally brutal and downright sadistic song in the entire franchise. This is performed by Zira, the main antagonist of the sequel: a follower of Scar who plots revenge against Simba and the Pride Landers, after she and her fellow Outsiders were banished to the farthest reaches of the Outlands. Left to raise Kovu, whom Scar intended to be his heir, Zira plots to train him to be an assassin and find a way to use him to destroy Simba and his family. “My Lullaby” is essentially Zira reveling in her own bloodlust, as she fantasizes about the carnage and horror she has in mind for the future. She doesn’t just want Simba dead, she wants a BLOODBATH, and the lyrics - combined with Suzanne Pleshette’s snarly, vicious vocals - make that abundantly clear. The only thing that really keeps it out of the Top 5, for me, is that - for once - the visuals are a bit lacking for me. There’s some great moments, make no mistake, but a LOT of this song - especially visually - feels like “Diet Be Prepared,” which is a shame. Overall, however, the song itself definitely stands on its own feet…or, rather, paws (ba-dum-tss) as a marvelously malevolent melody.

6. Shadowland.

After a very, VERY long list already, we finally come to our first entry on the countdown native to the stage version of “The Lion King.” While most of the show’s songs originated in the animated film, there are a couple of numbers that are exclusive to the musical. One of the most notable is “Shadowland.” In the original film, despite being one of the major characters, Nala - Simba’s best friend and future love interest - never gets a song to herself in the movie. In fact, we don’t even see her as an adult until she’s already left the Pride Lands, in the final cut. While this does work for the film by making Nala’s return to the plot and appearance before Simba more of a surprise, the musical is able to give her some more focus, and show us how she, like Simba, has grown and changed. In this song, after facing unwelcome advances from Scar (awkward), Nala realizes that the only way the Pride Lands can be saved is if she finds help elsewhere. So, unsure of what will happen or when/if she’ll return to the home she’s always known, she flees and escapes into the Outlands, bidding farewell to her mother and the other lionesses on the way. The song is sad and spooky: Nala is going through a LOT of emotional turmoil here. On the one hand, the world she knew is decaying, dying, and doomed. There’s nothing left for her there, in more ways than one. But on the other hand, leaving means leaving the family and the values she’s always held dear. And while she does plan to return, it’s not clear what’s going to happen or what she’ll come back to. The song is set to one of the most touching melodies in the original score, only heightening the impact. It’s one of the few changes the musical makes to the plot, and it’s an effective alteration.

5. Can You Feel the Love Tonight?

It’s honestly hard to think of what to say about this romantic classic. I just…really love it. It has some personal connections to me, which is part of the reason why…but that IS only PART of the reason. The rest of it…I’m not sure. I simply think it’s a beautiful song that touches a chord, and I’m not even the romantic type! The song occurs in the original film (and the Broadway show) after Simba and Nala reunite as adults. After so many years apart, they start to feel things for each other they probably never felt before…but even as these new, romantic feelings flow through them, there’s uncertainty on both ends. The reunion is happy, but also unsteady: Nala isn’t sure why Simba disappeared so many years ago, and Simba is afraid to tell her the entire truth. The song is both jubilant and yet tremulous, as each flips between soaking in the atmosphere and discovering their emotions, and then pulling back as they realize things aren’t quite as perfect as they seem. It’s a sweet song, and it’s one I really enjoy…I just don’t have a lot to talk about with it. Don’t worry, the next one will give me PLENTY to ramble about. :P

4. We’re the Same (Sisi ni Sawa).

We’ve returned to “The Lion Guard” one final time, and I have to say it: this is quite possibly the single most important song in the entire show. It might even be one of the most important for the franchise as a whole. At first glance, and without full context, you’ll probably wonder why: this takes place in the episode “Never Judge a Hyena,” which is one of the earliest episodes in the show. It introduced Jasiri, and established her as a friendly hyena in contrast to Janja and the trio of Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed from the film. The tune is sung as a duet between herself and Kion, as the lion prince learns not to judge a proverbial book by its cover, and that he and the hyenas - as a whole - are not so very different. Good lesson, classic trope for a kids show…but what’s the big deal? The song isn’t bad, obviously, but what makes it so special? Well, simply put, this song involves all of the major themes in this franchise all at once. I mentioned that one major overarching theme in the series is growth and change, and this song - this scene, this episode - marks one of Kion’s major turning points in his story arc. But it also plays into two other themes, which are especially pronounced in the TV series: duality and tolerance. Throughout the whole franchise, and especially in this show, the protagonists and antagonists alike have to learn to work together with animals of different species and/or walks of life in order to achieve their goals. The thing that ultimately sets them apart is that the antagonists can never fully settle their differences, which is part of what leads to their downfalls. The protagonists are able to coexist harmoniously with other people. This covers tolerance, and as for duality…in this series alone, the catchphrase of this song comes up NUMEROUS times as the show goes on. It’s used as a way of showing that the villains and the heroes are never really all that different from each other: a lot of these characters, both good and bad, have common ground, and could easily have gone down a different path if circumstances and certain choices had been different. In short, “Sisi ni Sawa” basically sums up EVERYTHING that the Lion King is about, and does so in a cute, catchy, fun way. The more I see/hear it and the more I think about it, the better the song becomes in my mind; it easily earns a place in my Top 5.

3. Circle of Life.

While “Sisi ni Sawa” may well summarize all the major themes in this franchise (especially in retrospect), I think “Circle of Life” DEFINES what the themes and ideals of this franchise are - both in terms of its messages and its sense of scope and style. This song, purely and simply, is EPIC: from the opening, bold, almost shocking notes that herald the iconic sunrise, to the traditional African chants that fill it through the course of the number, to the way the music swells and crescendos once again…it is a song that brings you on a journey, and at the same time sucks you into this world. The music, on its own, promises something grand and almost operatic in its size and values, while at the same time delivering a message that is remarkably simple and clear: life moves on, change is constant, and we should respect everything that goes into that. It’s not a surprise that this tune both opens AND closes the story of the original movie; everything cycles back and around. It really tells us the message of the whole movie in a nutshell: life is full of doubt, tribulation, and big change. To survive, you must both hold true to who you are, and learn to adapt; do so, and you can - hypothetically - achieve great things. It’s just as poignant and impactful onstage as it is onscreen, and one of the most iconic songs and sequences not just in this franchise, nor even just in a Disney movie, but arguably from any film ever made. I’d say, for those reasons above all else, it deserves a place in the top three.

2. Be Prepared.

Look, I know Circle of Life is epic, but…come now. If you know me, it shouldn’t be even REMOTELY a surprise I feel this song tops it. “Be Prepared” is widely regarded as one of the greatest villain songs of all time; most people I know would easily name it among their Top 5 Disney Villain Songs, in particular, at the very least. For me, I’m not AS huge a fan of it as most people (you can blame Vincent Price and “The Nightmare Before Christmas” for that one), it’s still among my top ten Disney Villain musical numbers, and it’s easily the crowning glory for all of the villain songs in this franchise. The lyrics are mincing, the instrumentals have a great sense of weight to them, and the rhythm itself has a sort of twistedly playful quality to it; it’s both a funny and a threatening song, matching the villains involved as Scar and the Hyenas declare their intentions to kill Simba and Mufasa so they can take over the Pride Lands. (Mostly Scar, to be fair.) Something interesting about this number, though, is the context it takes place in during the story: this is really the last scene where I think the audience can genuinely say they unironically love Scar. Why? Because the very next sequence after this is Mufasa’s death: while Scar is still enjoyable after that point, the fact he actually succeeds in not only killing a protagonist, but all of the details that go INTO killing that protagonist, makes us see him in a different light. Only a couple minutes ago, we were enjoying the wild ride of wickedness with him, and now we’re afraid of what’s coming next, as we see that not only is he WILLING to go the distance…but, unlike many other Disney Villains, he’s SUCCEEDED in doing so. It honestly reminds me of Shakespeare’s Richard III (who I honestly think is more comparable to Scar than Claudius, despite the Hamlet influence): Richard starts off as a dastard, sure, but he’s also something of an underdog. Once he’s on top of the world, he only becomes an even worse monster, which makes the audience’s feelings about his character more complicated. “Be Prepared” is the story of where Scar starts off…making it the beginning of the end for so many good things the characters in the story value, and heralds our change in outlook on this antagonist. It is a master stroke.

1. He Lives in You.

I have to be honest, I was strongly, STRONGLY tempted to name “Be Prepared” as my number one choice. However, the more I thought about it, the more I realized…no. As much as I love Be Prepared, THIS is the song that I think of first when I think of the Lion King franchise in general. Invented for the stage musical, the song later became even more famous when it was used as the opening number for “Simba’s Pride.” In its original context, the song first appears in the scene where Mufasa tells a young Simba about the Great Kings of the Past. It is famously reprised later, when Rafiki guides Simba to the place where he sees his father’s ghost, and Simba chooses to accept his role as the one true king and return to the Pride Lands. In “Simba’s Pride,” the context is obviously different; essentially, it serves the same purpose as “Circle of Life,” and evokes much of the same imagery, but it establishes that this isn’t the same story: “He Lives in You” has a more determined and yet comforting sound to it. It’s a song that indicates a story continuing, or a story changing, not a story beginning. For a sequel, this works brilliantly, indicating the same ideas as “Circle of Life” in a different manner. In the stage show, it works even better, as it powerfully delivers the messages Simba needs to hear most. Something about this song is so haunting, and yet so inspiring; it doesn’t get quite as many kudos as “Circle of Life,” but it really is one of the most powerful in the franchise. And for me, it’s one of the songs I listen to most from the whole thing. It’s kind of funny ending this list on a song that WASN’T from the original movie, but I guess that’s kind of poetic in its own way: over the course of three decades, “The Lion King” has evolved and stretched out. Things have changed, and as the movie itself points out, “change is good.” I have no problem whatsoever declaring “He Lives in You” to be My Favorite Lion King Song.

HONORABLE MENTIONS INCLUDE…

Long Live the Queen.

Lions Over All.

Outta the Way.

Chow Down.

[austinkleon]

Kraftwerk, Radio-Activity 

Been spinning this a lot lately. I really like what I wrote about this record for the 31 perfect records project back in 2020: 

I played Kraftwerk’s “The Robots” for my son Owen when he was 4 years old, and he became completely obsessed with the band. Kraftwerk, it turns out, is perfect music for little kids: they wrote simple, beautiful melodies to repetitive, exciting beats and they sang about real things that kids can understand, things like roads, radios, trains, robots, computers, and bicycles. For a while, Owen and I were going to the record store every week to buy a new Kraftwerk album. Owen never wanted vinyl, he only wanted CDs: He could handle them in his little fingers, and he could skip the tracks easily. Radio-Activity a record that often gets overlooked, but shows Kraftwerk, in some ways, at their most pure: it was their first fully electronic record and it’s a record built conceptually around their weird humor and love of wordplay. (For example, on their previous record, Autobahn: “Fahr’n Fahr’n Fahr’n auf der autobahn” is a pun on The Beach Boys’ “Fun, Fun, Fun”: “fahr’n” means “driving.”) Most concept records fall apart after a few songs, but Radio-Activity holds together the whole way through, from “Radioactivity” (“Radioactivity / is in the air for you and me”) to “Airwaves,” which has surf-rock vibes (“when airwaves swing / distant voices sing”) to my favorite track, “Antenna” (“I’m the antenna / catching vibration / you’re the transmitter / give information”). Several of the song titles are puns: “Radio Stars,” for example, sounds like a song about fame, but it’s actually about pulsars and quasars. And that’s the genius of Kraftwerk: simple enough for a kid to get into, but deep enough for any age. (Of all the bummers of COVID-19, missing Kraftwerk play in Texas this summer is high up there.) Kraftwerk made at least five perfect records, but this is one that deserves and rewards more listens.

[hippopotamusdreamer]

My Favorite Sailor

genre. [F][AU]

warnings. Shark bite?

additional notes. Female! Reader | You/Your pronouns, not proofread lol

pairing. Hyunjin x Reader

w.c. 1,212

a/n. This is for Fall Cryptid season!

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Humans were odd.

Walking on two “legs” as Lee Know called them, instead of a tail. Being in the sun instead of the cool water. And they even rode atop of the water in “ships” (once again what Lee Know called it) instead of gliding within it.

So odd.

But you would give them credit for one thing. They can sing. And sometimes it was the most beautiful sound to ever hit your ear fins.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

There was one ‘ship’ that you found yourself captivated by. The Wandering Youngsters, it was a cargo ship that sailed around the Asias. You weren’t aware of what they carried, just that they were on the seas for months on end.

It was one fine night that you’d caught a glimpse of…him.

One of the sailors, with delicate features yet not so delicate physique. You were captivated by his beauty at first. Long obsidian hair that blew in the wind. Mole that sat just below his left eye. You’d only managed to see the speckled dot by pure chance when you’d swam closer than usual.

It was that same night that you’d heard him sing for the first time. He was alone on the deck as he did his tasks when a sweet melody filled the air. Light and full of passion with every note. As you swam on your back along with the ship staring up at the stars, it was a night you would no sooner forget.

Despite what others thought, mermaids couldn’t sing. Mouth sounds just don’t travel well under water. The best they could do is an echolocation type of screech that they’d adapted from dolphins. Evil little beings that they were, they were smart. And outside of the water? Perhaps a whistle, but even still they could barely carry a tune.

So to be able to listen to something other than ‘eek eek’,  how could you not fall for him. You were mesmerized immediately.

There were others that would join his singing every now and then, too. They were all good in their own ways. Some of them were fast and made your head spin by how hard they hit their notes. Others also kept to a beautiful melody, and yet nothing beat your sailor’s voice. It was your favorite thing in the entire sea.

And you suspected it would always be.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

On this particular night, you weren’t feeling too well. You’d been attacked while making the scouting rounds around the undertow city perimeter. As a member of the royal guard, it was your job to keep an eye out for anything that could threaten your people.

Today’s threat? Shark.

Usually, you’d have a buddy with you to help in such cases. And you did, but they were a new recruit and got scared as soon as the beast showed up. It managed to do a number on you before you were able to escape to the nearest check point where others were stationed. It was there that they were able to dispatch guards to your previous location and finish off what you couldn’t by yourself.

The captain would definitely have some words for the newbie.

The regenerative powers of the merfolk would kick in in a few hours, so for now, you’d have to deal with a chewed up tail and scarred shoulder. It just made swimming in the water more difficult. Trying to keep up with your precious cargo ship, you were a lot slower today. Lagging just a bit more behind, your tailed kicked out more water than normal. Struggling as you went, you just wanted to hear him, to be comforted after a shitty day with the music he made.

“You’re loud today,” a dulcet voice said from somewhere above you. Caught off guard, you stopped swimming long enough to look up and meet the eyes of one you longed to hear. There your sailor was, leaning against the edge of the ship railing.

“Most of the time, you’re really quiet. I almost thought I’d made you up and was just going crazy,” he continued. “Hey, keep up!”

The distance between you and the ship had grown longer. Snapping out of it, you struggled forward again. Once he deemed it a reasonable distance, he picked up the conversation from where it left off.

“Older sailors always warned about unknown creatures living in the sea, but we never really thought they were telling the truth. We just thought it was an old wives tale, something to share over a drink or something.”

Shocked that he was actually talking to you, you were still silent. His brows furrowing in confusion.

“Can you talk? Or even understand what I’m saying?”

“…I-I can!” You said, quickly trying to answer him. The responding smile was one that will stay in your dreams for years to come.

“This is insane,” he said more to himself than to you. “So why are you making more noise tonight than you usually do?”

“I got chomped on by a shark. It is difficult to swim.”

“What!? Are you ok?” He looked around frantically, searching the surrounding darkened ocean. “Is the shark still around?”

You giggled at his movements. Humans were so funny sometimes.

“Yes, I’m alright, it was by my home, a long distance away from here. There is no need to worry.”

He seemed to relax at your reassurance, though keeping a wary eye out.

“Long distance huh, so you come to the ship every night?”

“Just about.”

“Why?”

“To hear you sing,” you admitted easily, slowing down in your swimming. You were getting tired now.

“Me?” He asked incredulously.

You nodded with a smile. “Yes, you. You have such a beautiful voice.”

“Don’t mermaids, you are a mermaid right?, don’t you all sing too?”

“Yes, I am a mermaid. No, we cannot sing and I’m afraid I can no longer swim.”

He watched as you stopped moving in the water. The distance once again getting longer between you both. He moved frantically again, quick enough to slip and fall over onto the floor which made you giggle into the water. He disappeared quickly to a point you couldn’t see and then it was quiet besides the roaring of the ship breaking the sea waves.

Just as you were about to give up waiting and make the trek back home, an object was being thrown over the railing. It was circular with a hole in the middle, on one side, it was tied with a rope that connected to the ship.

“Get in there! The ship will pull you along!”

With a big push you made it to the object and tried to make yourself as comfortable as possible. Glancing up at the ship, the sailor smiled down at you.

“What’s your name?” you asked, noticing how your tail was beginning to close its wound. Massaging the regenerating scales, you looked upward.

“Hyunjin, what’s yours?”

“Y/N.”

“Is there any song in particular you wanted to hear tonight?”

“Anything you sing is beautiful.”

At least he had the sense to blush before clearing his throat and looking away.

“Ok.”

This in no way reflects the actual persons involved/based in this fic, nor their actual character. This is purely fiction.

© hippopotamusdreamer, est 2024. all rights reserved.

[bubblesandgutz]

Every Record I Own - Day 812: Willie Nelson Stardust

My father-in-law passed away on February 23rd after a long battle with Parkinson’s and various other ailments. Over the last six years, my husband and I made frequent trips down to central Oregon to check in on my in-laws and help out around the house. During some visits, it seemed possible that his dad would be around for another decade or more. And on other visits, we wondered if he would be around more than a few months. Things took a rough turn around Thanksgiving of last year and his health declined considerably. My husband spent most of January in Oregon while I’ve spent 2024 fulfilling tour obligations with three different bands and making trips down to visit them during any available downtime.

My father-in-law was a great guy. He grew up in the Bay Area and was around for all the excitement of the late ‘60s and early ‘70s. He was buddies with Pigpen from the Grateful Dead and attempted to go to the Altamont Free Concert but was stuck in the traffic jam when news traveled down the road about all the chaos and violence incited by the Hells Angels. He loved ZZ Top and Creedence Clearwater Revival and Tina Turner. But more than anything, he loved Willie Nelson.

Stardust, in particular, got a lot of spins around their house when I’d come to visit. In some ways, it’s odd that this was their Willie album of choice. After all, the ten songs on Stardust are all covers of old pop standards. Columbia Records was even hesitant to release it considering that Willie was riding strong on his outlaw country reputation at the time. But the album became a huge hit—a quintuple platinum album and a favorite among both fans and critics.

I won’t lie, I prefer Willie’s own songs, but the slow, sparse, and relaxed vibe of Stardust grew on me. I also appreciated how he chose songs with less conventional melodies (“Blue Skies,” “All of Me,” etc) and how his minimalist slow-hand style seemed perfectly suited to those compositions. The stretches of empty space, the chord changes that feel a little counterintuitive at first but then settle nicely into the larger song, the playful but rough-hewn quality to the vocals—it all has a hazy, late night, intoxicating vibe. I don’t even remember when I picked up my personal copy but it’s been a part of my collection for at least two decades.

Over the years, I heard less and less music at my in-law’s house. Television became the more constant companion, perhaps because the sound of people talking filled the conversational void stemming from the reclusive nature of my father-in-law’s disease. But when they began doing hospice at home back in January, they switched back to music. In his last days, we kept the stereo on throughout the day, switching between various CDs from their collection. I was occasionally tasked with picking out music, and I grappled with finding something that was familiar and comforting without running the risk of forever being tainted by the circumstances. Stardust was a family favorite but I never put it on for fear that it would render it off-limits once his father passed.

The hospice nurse called us on a Tuesday in February to say my father-in-law was near the end. He wasn’t eating or drinking and his breathing was labored. My husband and I drove all night hoping to make it to central Oregon in time to say goodbye. He was nearly unresponsive by that point, though he would squeeze your hand if you talked to him. Despite his condition, he managed to to hang in there for another week-and-a-half. In that time, I had to return to Seattle for rehearsals, then had to fly out to the East Coast for a weekend of shows, then flew back to Oregon, then had to fly back to Seattle to check in on a friend that was mentally struggling after being involved in a motor vehicle fatality involving an inebriated man that had been running across a busy highway.

The call came in the afternoon. My father-in-law passed peacefully. My husband and his mother had been listening to Stardust at the time, and he took his last breath during “September Song.”

The struggle was over. It had been a long decline and by the end it was hard to recognize the warm, witty, and vibrant man I first met nearly 26 years ago in the withered and incapacitated person we’d been tending to for the last few months. I was grateful to know my father-in-law for so many years, to have a stockpile of memories of him before things got so difficult. And in the weeks since he’s passed I’ve listened to Stardust a few times. The wistful nature of the album has an added element of sadness, but the memories of listening to it in happy moments outweigh its more recent association. If anything, “September Song” feels like an even more bittersweet reminder to savor the moment and hold your loved one’s close, because seasons change and all things must pass.

Oh, it's a long long while

From May to December

But the days grow short

When you reach September

When the autumn weather

Turns leaves to flame

One hasn't got time

For the waiting game

Oh, the days dwindle down

To a precious few

September, November

And these few precious days

I'll spend with you

These precious days

I'll spend with you

[vibratingskull]

To have you in my lowest moments

“ I have a mental illness and I absolutely love Thrawn. Mainly Schizoaffective disorder with paranoid delusions. And I wanted to see what you might write for a character like that? “

Thrawnxgn!reader

Warning : visual and auditive illusions.

You tap your nail on the table, eyes fixed on the screen in front of you, on this desperately white sheet… Your next due date is in 3 days and you still have nothing. You’re that close to taking drugs in hope to have an epiphany midway trip. You spin on your stool observing your equally desperately empty bedroom. Your double bed is way too tidy to your taste for a new wed couple, but Thrawn is far away from home in his spaceship. Sometimes you wish you could accompany him and follow his adventures. A life full of adrenaline and dangers is what you lack to be a good author, you think.

You sigh and go take an umpteenth cup of coffee mixed with an energy drink. The taste is disgusting but that’s what you’re running on for five days and four nights. So much shudders travel your body from time to time, “Relax! You can make it work until the due date.” you tell yourself as you try to control the shivers in your hands.

As you pour your drink you hear a knock on the door, “Great” you think “Who doesn't know how to operate a bell in this day and age?” you shuffle along to the door and look into the judas. Nothing. You press the button and your door opens on emptiness . You pass your head through the door to look around but see no one. You jump when you hear another knock coming from inside your apartment. “Oh no…” You run to the bathroom to take your pills, as you look up in the mirror you see a specter leaving the room. You sigh, passing water on your face, “It will pass, I just have to wait…” 

You go back to the kitchen and consider your cup. You take it and pour it down the sink, better not mixing pills and stimulants. You sit down in your chair, and put on some music, you shuffle for a minute until you find Thrawn’s favorite. It makes you smile and you put it on repeat. You place yourself in front of your screen, deeply breathing and massaging your temple. “This white sheet is a beast… A beast I must slay… I can do it!” Filled with a new, invigorating energy and sweet music in your ears you start typing away. And everything goes well until you hear a new knock on your window, which is weird cause you’re more than 300 floors high. You look at your window with knots in your stomach. The sweet melody dissolves itself in mushy sounds, you hear steps behind you but you see nothing when you spin on yourself. You hug yourself when you hear those steps walking from the kitchen to the bedroom, and walking around the room like it owned the place. 

You hear your doorbell rings, “Huh… Coming!” You walk, pressing yourself against the wall to prevent you from coming in front of the wraith walking in your bedroom, you run to the door and open it. Empty once again. You close it back in a hurry, leaning against the door, feeling out of breath. The steps come running at you at full speed, but there is nothing in front of you. You go back to the bathroom, reach for your pills and contemplate them for a second dose. Thrawn’s voice resonates inside your skull, telling you not to take a second one for those are potent medicines. You sigh and put them back in their box.

You shuffle to your well tidied bed and you collapse on it, burying your head under the pillows to muffle the sounds, but to no avail. You curl on yourself, hands clasped on your ear, trying to shut away the knocks and a hollow laugh sends shivers down your spine. A shadow passes in front of you, you close your eyes with all your might, determined to not suffer the hallucinations until the effects of the pills kick in, but it’s difficult to lose control over your own environment and you feel tears coming to your eyes. You hunch even more, sniffing and sobbing when you suddenly feel the bed side beside you lowering and a hand on your back. You lose your breath with the surprise. You turn, slowly, unsure, and you see Thrawn, laying beside you, caressing your back gently. Your eyes lock, and you don’t need to say anything. He knows. You turn completely and snuggle against him and he welcomes you with open arms, wrapping them around your shoulders and patting your head. He kisses your forehead and shush away the demons.

“Weren’t you supposed to leave for several months?” You manage to ask between two sobs.

“I did leave for several months.” He corrects “But I’m glad I came home today.” He caresses your cheek “You are late for your due date again?”

This man knows you well. You bury your head in his neck.

“I have three days left, and I thought I could make it without sleeping until the date.” You explain.

“Ch’acah, you know stress worsens your illness.” It isn’t a reproach, but an observation “You should take more care of yourself.”

“I took my pills, I just needed to wait for the symptoms to wear off…” You defend yourself. “It’s just… worse than what I’m used to. Can you… Can you hold me until I feel better?”

He simply smiles a little.

“Anything for you, ch’acah.”

You close your eyes with relief, and realize only now that all the shadows have gone silent.

@Bluechiss @thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93

@al-astakbar @thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @elise2174

@debonaire-princess

[goodbysunball]

Cement mixer blues

A couple more for your March, with Opening Day right around the corner. Four picks, all hits, and more waiting in the wings - but until then:

Thomas Bush, The Next 60 Years LP (Jolly Discs)

Album number three from Thomas Bush, one carving his own path through the history of quietly devastating British folk. That Bush has much to do with "folk" in general is debatable at this point, but there are fractured fragments within his damaged, precise compositions. On The Next 60 Years, he refines his vision further, not solely through reduction (though that, too) but with a bit of surprising bombast on the B-side. "Same Life Flowed" opens the album with plodding pop, the double-tracked vocals opening up just enough during the chorus to complement the harpsichord melody, and runs into the pensively dueling guitars on the accurately named "Pure Intention." As is Bush's wont, the album never keeps a straight course after this beautiful opening; some songs, like "Mulligan" or "Flood of Light," creak like floorboards in an empty house, whereas "Face In the Water" jumps out of the speakers from behind the curtain. I've never pieced together any influence of Talk Talk or Mark Hollis on Bush's sound, but now it's crystal on "Burn Clear," the patiently brushed cymbals and pattering drums pairing with slowly ringing chords, all directed by Bush's carefully delivered vocals. The samples on "Burn Clear" get turned inside-out on "Face In the Water," its booming synth chords leaving backwards bubbling loops in their wake, the distortion becoming ever more prominent as Bush's most clear, confident song unravels over its duration. The synth chords turn green midway through, and the garbled loops run rampant to cloud any pop ambitions with more unease. The album closes with the quietly devastating "Xtrails," a repeated descending progression of guitar notes and scattered synth chords, tying the album together neatly with only the necessary ingredients. In early listens, "Burn Clear" and "Face In the Water" were the highlights, but now tracks like "Thirsting" and "Xtrails" have become my favorites, the ones where Bush takes something recognizable and strips it to a skeleton and makes the bones vibrate with noise, creating a new story for the figure largely free from its past. Stunning, especially during my pre-dawn drives, but potent enough, and enveloping enough, to transport the listener from start to finish anytime. Sold out at the source, but I suspect copies will land stateside soon; if not, All Night Flight is handling the distribution - hop to it.

Contaminated, Celebratory Beheading LP (Blood Harvest)

Amidst a glut of ho-hum, self-referencing contemporary death metal, I wasn't really prepared for the complete onslaught that makes up Contaminated's second LP. I liked Final Man a lot, but things seem to have gotten a lot bleaker in the seven years since that came out, and Celebratory Beheading is the record that balls up collective agony into relentless, boneheaded death metal. It takes all of 15 seconds into opener "Suffer Minutiae" for the band to launch into a chugging breakdown riff, and even after multiple spins I feel as if I haven't captured the right words to describe music so single-mindedly brutish. There are no synths, electronics or really anything resembling a breather across the album. This new-look Contaminated feels like layers alternating between Carcass (pre-Heartwork) and Autopsy, with a dash of County Medical Examiners or other goregrind practitioner. Each song is made up of multiple movements, which is the stupid way my brain's been reduced to describing this record when it's on, but the very basic recipe is to pound with death metal crunch and follow it up with a grinding blast, before pulling back and taking another swing at your head. These parts are masterfully fused together without gaps or any recognizable structure, suffocatingly dense compositions coming one after another. Once your ears adjust, the pieces of the bulldozing sound can just barely be picked apart. The drummer's right up front with the vocals, and the two seem to goad each other on; the guitars, drenched in distortion and as beefy as I've heard (sans exterior electronic noise) in ages, churn out mercilessly hard or dizzyingly fast riffs. "Final Hours" is the point in the record where I finally catch my breath, and by "Apex C.H.U.D." (stands for Circular Headbanging Under Duress, pretty sure) you're stomping around like a sumo wrestler. Imagine running in a sewer tunnel away from a tidal wave of waste, each turn bringing no more distance or relief from the chase; at some point your legs and chest give out and you submit. I haven't looked at the included lyric sheet - the album and song titles are illustrative enough - but this seems to be the soundtrack to intentionally hammering a nail through your finger, pure visceral animal thrill, presented without concessions or interludes. My favorite record of the year so far.

Los Doroncos, Sun and Fireworks LP (An'archives)

There's nothing like the first whiff of springtime to bring me around to an album that made little sense during the dregs of the new year, and Los Doroncos' Sun and Fireworks is one for the ages. Seasoned vets with deep ties to the Japanese underground - members from Denudes, Maher Shalal Hash Baz, Doronco Gumo - but what you get here is a dream dive bar band, playing music both intimately familiar and somehow buoyant, not bogged down with expectations or concerned with much else than playin' hits. If the band set out to make classic rock feel fresh again, they nailed it, taking the scoff right outta my throat and using it to hit another solo. The band rips on the two longer tracks, "A minor" (one of the young year's best tracks) and "Drum," but elsewhere things are downright breezy. Guitars are largely unadorned until solos call for distortion, vocals are charming, paper-thin but hopeful, and the drums do enough to keep everything together. For me, any cynicism is eradicated by the beautifully disarming guitar lines littered about in "LuLu 2," but just as often it's the solo pushing its way through the clean chords of "Tin Ear." I'm in the midst of fixing up my porch, and if I get my way, I will be having a few beers back there with Sun and Fireworks elevating my mundane accomplishment. Come through.

Peg, We Know Who You Are and Everyone Is On the Lookout CS (No Rent)

Meeting of the minds between Cube's Adam Keith and Jackie-O Motherfucker's Dave Easlick, both of whom previously teamed up in SPF. I can't remember SPF's music much, though it may be time to revisit given how much I've enjoyed Peg's debut cassette. The music on We Know Who You Are feels like dub recorded without or presented without permission, as if found on a thrift store cassette, and then given added rhythm by Easlick and Keith's drumming and programming. "Mutual Percussion" is a sterling example, drums fading in and out while viscous treated guitar bubbles and the sound of a breeze or footsteps periodically emerge to confusingly give the feel of a field recording. The album feels sometimes ominous, sometimes sarcastic; the intention feels pure but you're never quite convinced with a track like "Agenda Jazz," either. Beyond sifting through the tape for intention, there's deep enjoyment here, skewering and distorting sounds in a way not unlike Equipment Pointed Ankh, though Peg's got a decidedly more abstract, glowering, smirking result. Hard to pick favorites, but if forced: the slouched strut of "Athletic Posturing"; the disarming "Everyone," all glistening synthesizer and distant drums; and my favorite, "Bog Standard," Easlick letting loose on the kit while a bassy loop and high-pitched noise build towers in the shifting sands. Really feels like these two met each other head-on this round, keeping stakes low for themselves but understanding one another intuitively to create one of last year's best albums.

[soephiphany]

Blue & grey - Han Jisung || The one where you finally let the light in.

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|| The one where you finally let the light in.

Summary -> In your grey world, you've never imagined that enjoying good book would bring a color to your life.

Pairing -> non idol!Han Jisung x gn!reader( I think it's gn. If there's something implying any gender, I missed it srry)

Warnings -> Studio Ghibli; kinda weird writing (pls don't hate, I write like that when it's for myself only but I wanted to be different); Han w painted nails; a very disgusting amount of fluff cause that's all i know to do! I don't think there's any more? If there's something, please tell me.

A/n -> Firstly, I like to apologize because i did NOT intended to take this long to write something lol but it happened. Also, this is sickening, awfully amount of fluff and delusional content but if the author's delusional what can I do, right? I wrote this while listening to Spinning globe and Let the light in, so I HAD TO put it in the drabble. Btw, I did not watched the new Studio Ghibli movie, I don't even know if it's out yet but my studio Ghibli playlist added this Kenshi song and I just felt the need to write something. Anyways, I'm not gonna hold you back anymore, enjoy bbs and thanks for reading. Btw, this is all your fault @dreamescapeswriting cause I've spended a eternity reading your reactions and i don't feel a bit of regret but now I'm impossibly delusional :/ I'm going fr now. Bye.

Tell me if there's any writing mistakes ;)

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You wish your feelings and actions were like the movies. Not usual and simple movies but Studio Ghibli movies.

Where life is green and full of passion, where even the most silent moments are filled with beautiful melodies and heartwarming lights and sounds.

Your life is grey.

It always has been, sometimes a hint of yellow or red appeared but eventually it retorned to the old and boring grey. That one where even the parts where light hits, it's still dark.

Even the prettiest pieces of art, the colorful Van Gogh ones were out of life and the Monet ones, were out of love.

Maybe you've been to drowned on the dark shade of grey, to see that hint of white in the corner. The one where sits in the hidden place inside that sweet corner of room called library. One that stays inside pretty eyes, one that follows a unknown sweet melody.

That one where stays and belongs in the prettiest eyes and the kindest heart.

One which steps are light and laughs are loud, which holds gorgeous warmth and shyly says

"Hi, are you going to pick this book?" Shiny brown iris gaze at your direction and suddenly, there's color in your world. A different tone of blue lives in the corner of the highlights in his eyes. He stares for some seconds before repeating himself.

It could be your extreme heartbeat or your delusional mind but it feels real. You feel the melody, you even hear the faint voice of Kenshi Yonezu in Spinning globe, just that Studio Ghibli spark that was missing in your life.

Studio Ghibli, it's Studio Ghibli, it echoes in your head.

"What?" With confused expression, you realize you spoke out loud, and too into your dreamland, you say it again.

"Hm.. it's Studio Ghibli" his eyes move between you and the book where your fingertips meet.

His chuckle is low but it makes you high

"I know"

"Hm?"

"I mean, i- It's written Hayao Miyazaki... And it's my-" he's blushing and embarrassed when you mumble a "ah, I know it too"

It feels so awkward, it feels so real and dreamy at the same time. You're so into it that Lana del Rey is long forgotten in your ear buds.

You've never believed in love at sight but now you understand, you just didn't had the right sight.

"Yea, it's my favorite" he cuts the silence with a shy smile, which you return gladly. He has a beautiful smile.

"Mine too." His eyes go big and his grin turns more impossibly perfect. His hands trace the book as he word that same sentence once again "Are you going to pick it?" You take the last ear bud left and Let the light in fades in the air, but you don't care, you need to hear him better.

"It's just cause, i've been looking for it for a while cause apparently Howl's moving castle only sells at specific places and I had to basically cross entire Seoul to find a place to buy this book and I just desperately need it. I really do but I understand if you wanna buy it cause you've touched before and I have a rule, so i would understand if you wante-"

"You can keep it." You cut his rumbling with a kind smile. His eyes went bigger than before and he's obviously trying to hold his excitement, which you find it adorable.

"Are you sure?" There's concern in his voice and you brush it off shaking your hands in his direction

"yea." He nods as he takes the book in his hand and there's a sudden warm in your fingertips, making you realize you were still holding it.

His nails are painted, some designed with tiny hearts, adorable just like his heart shaped smile, growing bigger by the second as he thinks about reading the book back in home.

"Thank you, really"

"It's okay" he taps the cover drumming some unknown rhythm for you right now. "I'm Jisung by the way" you divert your eyes from his hands to meet his piercing gaze and galaxy eyes "Han Jisung"

Your hands sweating when you offer it to him, you really hope he doesn't notice it. "I'm ______"

Gosh.

The gaze he has on you, like he's drinking you in, feeling your presence and marking your name in his head.

You feel really delusional, everything's very delusional now.

Except, you don't notice his shy smile when you bid goodbye and turn around, returning your ear buds to where they belong and leave, without knowing that he heard it too.

Cause his world could never be more blue, however, the moment the saw you, a different color came in his life. A unique shade of grey, a precious one, for him.

And you didn't noticed, how when he touched your hand and heard your voice, Lana's melodies echoed in his mind, and suddenly, his navy and dark blue world had a different light. When you smiled to him and said your name, you might've noticed how he stared at you, letting your light in, letting your watercolor drop sting in his canvas, marking you in his soul.

You noticed some things.

But you didn't noticed how he drummed the song you were hearing, or how he was longing to touch your hand and how your warmth affected him.

You both used to say you didn't believe in love at first sight, until you saw it.

He was glad to open the first page and find your number on it. He doesn't know when you put it there and neither does you however, the hopeful feeling that fills his heart is more than enough to make him go home with the book in his hands and a grin in his face.

And when reality was hitting you again, your phone vibrates in your hand.

You open it and see

"Hi"

"It's Jisung, from the library"

You see just what you needed to see.

Your very own Studio Ghibli moment.

Your movie.

[starweaving-fairsuns]

The Fairsun sisters’ Stormwind flat was situated on the highest floor just outside of the trade district, where it boasted a moderately sized balcony where Novalein had meticulously arranged a variety of greenery. Herbs, assorted flowers, and plants chosen primarily for their decorative appeal adorned the outdoor patio, creating a stunning and visually appealing atmosphere.Throughout the seasons, particularly in the spring and summer months, the balcony attracted a myriad of visitors. Hummingbirds, butterflies, and bumblebees were among the most frequent visitors, drawn to the vibrant array of flowers and herbs that adorned the space. Their presence added a lively and enchanting aspect to the already beautiful surroundings.

Novalein was dressed in a simple pair of trousers and a loose-fitting shirt, topped with a large sun hat that shielded her face from the sun, as she tended to her plants on the balcony. She hummed a tune from her childhood as she worked; a melody that had stayed with her through the years and now played softly in the background of her thoughts. After an evening of festivities that ran a bit late, the priestess made it home in time to get enough shut-eye to find herself bright-eyed and bushy tailed the following morning. Not only did she run out and collect breakfast from the nearby tavern for her and her sister to enjoy, she also picked up a new aloe thistle plant on her way back home that needed some extra love and care. 

Thinking back to the events of the evening prior, Novalein felt her cheeks grow warm as she realized just how brave she had been to toss her hat in the ring for the fashion contest. She was never really one to keep up with all of the latest trends; only just enough to get by without drawing much attention to herself - so it was a bit out of her element to participate in such a large-scaled event like this. It really wasn’t like Novalein to step out into the spotlight for anything outside of where she was comfortable to shine the most; the world of medicine and healing. She would always go the extra mile for her people and their allies, but her sister had a way of talking her into trying something just a little different this time. 

“I am not surprised to hear you won,” a tired, yet proud voice spoke from the set of windowed doors behind Novalein. Amnaris held a cup of coffee in her hands, her expression adorned with a small smile. Gingerly taking a sip of the piping hot liquid gold, she leaned against the frame, savoring the moment of tranquility amidst the flourishing greenery of their balcony. “It was high time one of us took one of our dear mother’s favorite dresses out for a spin. She really had a way with style, didn’t she?”

“I like to think of it as she won,” the priestess grinned as she finished repotting one of the plants, then sitting back with a satisfied sigh at her handy work. Taking off her hat, Novalein looked up and over her shoulder, frowning lightly, “I was disappointed to see you couldn’t make it. I was sure I would see you just as we planned. I think you really would have enjoyed yourself, Amnaris.”

Amnaris sighed softly, her  fingertips tapping against the ceramic mug as she tried to avoid that pitiful expression that always stirred a pang of guilt within her; a reminder of moments when promised expectations didn’t always go as planned, “I had every intention of coming, but I kind of got caught up in an altercation on my way to the portal. I deeply regret that I wasn't able to stick to our plans.”

“An altercation? What kind of altercation?” Novalein brushed the dirt from her gloved hands, then removed them and set them aside. The expression of disappointment that had clouded her face moments ago was now replaced by one of concern. Her brows furrowed slightly as she surveyed her sister and rose to her feet. 

Watching her sister for a moment, Amnaris took another sip from her mug and slipped back inside - a concerned Novalein following right behind to the kitchen table where her sister took a seat, “A fight broke out between a couple of drunkards near the Blue Recluse. Against my better judgment, I stepped in to intervene until the city guard arrived.”

“... Amnaris,” Novalein sighed, sliding down into one of the kitchen chairs where a box of breakfast pastries sat on the table between them. “Were you injured?”

Waving her hand dismissively, the ranger sat her mug aside and shook her head with a gentle laugh, “No. I avoided taking any blows, but I did have to subdue one of the men before it turned even uglier. Because of that, I was mistaken as one of the instigators when the city guard finally arrived.”

Shaking her head, Novalein said again, “Amnaris…”

“If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t spend any time in the Stockades thanks to one of the witnesses. I just had to fill out a bunch of paperwork which was what the bulk of the hold up was,” She finally finished up her summarizing and offered a sympathetic smile across the table. “Believe me, I would have much rather attended the festivities with you than deal with that nonsense and besides… I think you would have been more disappointed in me if I had simply continued on without trying to intervene in a situation like that.”

Nodding slowly, Novalein couldn’t deny that that was true. With a tiny huff, she blew some of the loose, wavy strands of hair up and away from her face and pushed the box of pastries towards Amnaris, “Well, at least eat, will you? Coffee alone is not breakfast.”

Leaning forward to gently pat her sister’s hand, Amnaris laughed with a quick salute, “Yes, ma’am!” Together, the two sisters shared stories of their separate experiences from the night before, filling the apartment with laughter, sighs, and perhaps a few happy tears. They reminisced about their mother's wardrobe, evoking fond memories that brought a mix of emotions to the surface and vowed to keep a low profile when it came to the drunken affairs of others.

[bugmomwrites]

So there was some drama cd somewhere where Kurapika got absolutely shitfaced and tried to teach an English class

This is…horribly unrefined. I typically beta my other stuff and edit for days, sometimes weeks, but new year new me I’m just posting my incoherent discord ramblings and casting them into the void

I’ll revise and add a read more in the morning but it’s like 3am here

Anyway here’s some drunken Kurapika, in which he loves you a lot but is too damn nervous to say anything

TW for puking, drinking, generally poor life decisions

There was some fancy ass party at the Nostrade mansion and y’all were invited. It was a black tie event, and Kurapika, while not technically on duty, was still expected to be on his best behavior

He’s normally so composed but by the time you arrive you see Melody encouraging him to talk to you, he seems to glance over to you, flush bright red, and toss back the rest of the champagne.

Why does he seem so nervous as he approaches you? He’s stumbling a little bit, but you don’t seem to notice, or you’re too polite to say anything.

At some point Leorio brings you a drink and asks you to dance; you initially wanted to ask the blonde but he looked like he was deep in thought about something, so you didn’t want to bother him.

A few songs in and Kurapika is downing another full glass as Melody warms him to slow down before he’s marching over to you and just straight up tells his friend that he’s gonna borrow his partner for a few songs

Jealous mf just needed some liquid courage

Anyway

You guys catch up and he seems to be a bit more openly expressive. You’re not really in any place to call him on it though, a few glasses in and you’re both firing jokes back and forth like a game of ping pong.

He’s not bad at ballroom dancing even if he is a bit tipsy, but you accepting after he swooped in on Leorio kinda set into motion “alright, I HAVE to confess tonight” bc if other people are noticing someone as lovely as you, he needs to hurry it along. Months of pining is nothing without action.

You’re both drunk and giggling as you twirl around, and you’re thoroughly enjoying this side of Kurapika. You don’t even notice you’ve moved off of the dance floor and off to the side a bit, but it feels more intimate away from the large crowd so you can’t say you really mind too much. Even as you almost go tumbling when he tries to spin and dip you the shared laughter is contagious, and now is the perfect time to confess.

The setting is perfect, you’re both smiling and laughing, you look gorgeous in your dress, and he put on his best suit for this- Leorio even lent him one of his favorite ties for the night. There’s something magical about the way the chandelier lights glow upon you, not that you didn’t already.

The time is now. He’s had enough booze to push his inhibitions aside for a brief window of time, and he wasn’t going to let it slip away. He’s leaning in closer, squeezing your hand gently as he opens his mouth-

And then promptly throws up

Yikes

Bro has never been so mortified in his life, and when his brain finally catches up to him he’s frantically apologizing and hoping that no one saw that

If you’re disgusted (as you should be), you don’t seem to show it on the outside, opting to wordlessly guide him to the washroom instead. He’s not sure if he feels better or worse that you’re not scolding him, but all you’re thinking is you need to get his drunk self out of sight before his boss sees

Thankfully, Melody notices and is quick to distract the few people nearby before they can notice the spectacle

The door is pushed open and you two make your way over to the sink as your face gradually shifts to one of concern. You’re bundling up paper towels and running them under water before turning to wipe his blazer off.

“I’ll be fine. I can clean myself up. Your boss is here, I don’t want you to get in trouble.” Even if you’ve already had a couple drinks and aren’t as sober as you should have been, you pull yourself together enough to put his needs first. Perhaps that’s one of the reasons he fell in love with you. There were plenty of others, sure, but this had to at least be in his top ten.

His blazer was cleaned and with that you went to wipe your own clothes off. He certainly did a number on you, but you wanted to make sure you got his first seeing as how his boss was nearby.

As much as he wanted to fess up, talking clearly hadn’t done him a whole lot of good tonight. Perhaps the alcohol was clouding his judgement, but his booze addled brain urged him to take direct action instead.

You were finishing wiping the rest of the mess off your skirt when you suddenly found yourself caged between the sink and a familiar pair of arms you had just been held in not even half an hour ago.

“Can I help you?" You giggled nervously at the proximity and determination on his bright red face, but it tapered off soon after his eyes shifted to a matching hue. You had already taken your heels off and set them aside to make them easier to clean, so if you didn't already feel small enough under his gaze as you were halfway up from your crouch, you certainly did now.

He simply reached behind you, grabbing some more paper towels to run under the water and wiping the missed spots on the front of your dress off for you. He had to make a conscious effort not to let his hands linger too far up on the bodice. The lacy neckline, while classy, still sent his mind into the gutter as thoughts of him marking you up filled his brain. Drunk or not, there was no way he’d get lumped in with a pervert like Leorio.

He was looming over you like a hawk, and you nearly short circuited as he went to lean in. Common sense rushed over you just in the nick of time though, the smell of booze on his breath too potent to ignore, and you quickly put a finger up between you before he could close the gap.

“I think you’re lovely, and I would be more than happy to kiss you later. But keep in mind you did down about six shots before throwing up on both of us. Alrighty?”, and with that, you ruffled his hair as you pecked his forehead. He groaned in embarrassment, burying his head into your shoulder.

“ Please don’t remind me…”

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Brat Rankings – All the Bops We’re Living For Right Now!

Hey, babe! 🌸 Okay, so you know how obsessed we all are with Brat, right? Well, get ready because I’ve been listening to the new tracks on repeat, and I just had to sit down and rank them for you. Of course, this is just my personal take, and honestly, I love every single one of these songs, but some just hit different, you know? So, let’s get into it and see where your faves land on the list! 🎧✨

1. Sympathy is a Knife 🗡️

Girl, let me just say – this song cuts deep. The lyrics, the beat, the raw emotion – it’s all so intense and so Brat. It’s the kind of song you can’t just listen to once. It’s dark, it’s moody, and it’s giving us all the feels. Definitely a standout track that sets the bar so high.

2. Everything is Romantic 🌹

This one is just chef’s kiss. The vibes are immaculate, with that dreamy sound that makes you want to slow dance in your room at midnight. Everything about this track feels like a love letter wrapped in a melody, and I’m obsessed.

3. So I… 💭

This track is pure magic – it’s introspective, deep, and just so beautifully crafted. The lyrics hit home, and it’s one of those songs that you just feel in your soul. Perfect for those quiet moments when you’re just reflecting on life.

4. The Girl, So Confusing (Version with Lorde) 🌫️

OMG, can we talk about how amazing this version is? Lorde’s feature takes the song to another level. The mix of their voices is everything, and the haunting melody just stays with you long after the song ends. Definitely a fave for me.

5. 365 📅

This track is all about that steady beat and catchy hook that you can’t get out of your head. It’s the kind of song that you can vibe to any day of the year (pun intended), and it just has this effortless coolness that’s so Brat.

6. 360 🔄

Spinning us right round with this one! “360” is a total bop, full of energy and those catchy rhythms that make you want to get up and dance. It’s fun, it’s upbeat, and it’s totally infectious.

7. B2B 🔁

“B2B” is giving us all those nostalgic vibes with a modern twist. It’s a track that just flows so smoothly, with lyrics that are both clever and relatable. Plus, that beat is everything!

8. Club Classics 🎶

If you’re looking for a track to get you hyped for a night out, this is it. “Club Classics” is exactly what it says on the tin – a classic! It’s got that perfect mix of nostalgia and fresh beats, making it the ultimate party anthem.

9. Guess (featuring Billie Eilish) 💚

Billie Eilish on a Brat track? Yes, please! “Guess” with Billie is just so good. Their voices blend so well together, and the vibe is hauntingly beautiful. It’s one of those tracks that you can listen to on repeat and never get tired of.

10. Guess 🎤

The solo version of “Guess” is just as iconic. It’s raw, it’s real, and it’s got that Brat energy we all love. Whether it’s with Billie or on its own, this track is a total winner.

11. Mean Girls 🎀

“Mean Girls” is that track you listen to when you’re feeling a little extra sassy. It’s got attitude, it’s got bite, and it’s the perfect anthem for when you’re not here to play nice.

12. Apple 🍏

Sweet, crisp, and a little bit tart – “Apple” is just so refreshing. It’s got this playful vibe that makes it stand out, and it’s definitely one of those tracks that gets stuck in your head (in the best way possible).

13. Von Dutch 💎

“Von Dutch” is a total vibe. It’s got that early 2000s nostalgia mixed with modern beats, and it’s just so cool and effortless. It’s like the musical equivalent of your favorite vintage tee.

14. Talk Talk 🗣️

“Talk Talk” is one of those tracks that just keeps you hooked from start to finish. The lyrics are on point, and the rhythm is super catchy. It’s perfect for when you’re feeling chatty and just want to vibe.

15. I Think About It All the Time 🕰️

This one is more laid-back, but in the best way. It’s introspective and soothing, with lyrics that really make you think. It’s perfect for those moments when you just need to chill and reflect.

16. Spring Breakers 🌴

“Spring Breakers” is a total anthem for those wild, carefree moments. It’s got that rebellious energy that makes you want to throw caution to the wind and just have fun. Definitely one to blast with the windows down.

17. Girl, So Confusing 🌫️

Even without Lorde, “Girl, So Confusing” is still a masterpiece. It’s got that dreamy, ethereal quality that pulls you in and keeps you there. The lyrics are hauntingly beautiful, and it’s one of those tracks that just sticks with you.

18. Hello Goodbye 👋

This track is like a sweet farewell wrapped in a melody. It’s a little bittersweet, a little hopeful, and just all-around beautiful. It’s the perfect track for those moments when you’re feeling a little nostalgic.

19. I Might Say Something Stupid 💬

This song is all about those moments when you’re caught up in your feelings and might say something you don’t mean. It’s relatable, it’s catchy, and it’s got that signature Brat charm.

20. Rewind ⏪

“Rewind” takes us back with a nostalgic vibe that’s impossible to resist. It’s laid-back and chill, with lyrics that make you want to hit the rewind button on life’s best moments.

21. Von Dutch (featuring Addison Rae) 💎✨

Adding Addison Rae to the mix just gives “Von Dutch” that extra sparkle. It’s still got that iconic vibe, but with a little more pop and shine. A fun remix that brings something new to the table.

And there you have it, babe! My personal ranking of Brat’s latest tracks. But honestly, every single one of these songs is a total vibe, and I’m living for them all. What do you think? Do you agree with my ranking, or do you have your own faves? Let’s chat in the comments – I’m dying to know your thoughts! 💕🎧

[withlovegvf]

invisible string | Danny Wagner

danny x fem reader

summary: Danny wakes you up with breakfast in bed for your three-year anniversary and has something he wants to ask you;)

yns pov

I start to stir in bed to the smell of waffles and the light melody of a bob dylan song. I open my eyes to look at the beautiful view of nashville through danny and i's bedroom window. the clock read 9:46 am. I flip off my stomach onto my back letting out a big morning stretch. I hear the wood floor of our old tennessee home creak.

"Baby? you awake?" Danny comes around the corner with two cups of coffee dressed up how we like it in his hands. He's in some cotton shorts and a loose tank top with his hair pulled back. His favorite attire to sleep in when it's getting hot outside. "Yes Pookie. Let me brush my teeth so i can give you a big ol kiss." I say sitting up in our shared king bed.

I get out of the bed and as i'm walking to the bathroom Danny picks me up and spins me around. I giggle kicking my feet trying to escape his grasp. He sets me down and spins me around so i'm facing him, his hands on my waist. I put my arms interlocked around his neck and look up into his eyes. "I do not give a fuck if you've brushed that mouth or not. I am going to give m'lady a kiss for our anniversary this second." I giggle and peck his lips. "okay mister don't get your panties in a twist." Danny hold my cheek and kisses me for a few long seconds.

Danny hands me my coffee with one more peck and I head to the bathroom to freshen up for the day. our sphynx cat Dobby follows me into the bathroom to give me some company. I brush my teeth, wash my face, and do some quick skincare. While I was doing all that i hear Danny shuffling around in the bedroom, probably up to something but I have no idea what. I finish my coffee and head out of the bathroom. I see that Danny had freshened the sheets up nicely and on top is a tray of waffles, bacon, and mixed fruit.

Danny is sitting on the bed next to the tray smiling a big grin, waiting for my praises. "Awe Pookie you are the sweetest guy a girl could ask for." I go over to him and lean down giving a kiss. "Want a mimosa? I bought a bottle of champagne to celebrate." I tilt my head thinking "Ooh what about a French 75? Jita got me hooked on those last week at brunch." Danny kisses me, squeezing my hip before standing up. "Anything for my baby. Be right back." I tug his hand to me telling him to stay for a second. "Hey, happy anniversary" Danny smiles and gives my hand a squeeze before leaving the room.

While Danny is gone, I start getting his gift out of my hiding places. I got him a eight week pottery class for beginners that he's been wanting to take and some vinyls he's been wanting. Dobby decides to sit right on top of Dannys vinyls instead of the perfectly good duvet right next to him. I giggle and give his ear a good scratch.

"Two French 75's here." Danny walks in and sets our drinks on the bed side table. We get cozy in the bed and start eating and drinking. Once we finish up i decide it time. "Okay time for presents. Dobby get your bald booty off of daddy's gifts!" Dobby move and take his spot in Dannys lap drifting right off to sleep again. "Okay first open this." I hand Danny the wrapped set of three vinyls he had been wanting. "Thank you baby." Danny pecks my cheek looking at his new additions to his collection. "Okay now open the card." Danny opens his card and reads it silently to himself.

Dear Danny,

You are my person and i couldn't be more happy to have you as my partner in life. You calm my nerves, you heal my scars, and you always have the right words when I need them. Daniel, I love you more than I could every express to you in words. Thank you letting me be the girl who gets to love you for an eternity. And thank you for being the best cat dad in the world (Can't forget that) Love you my Pookie Bear

Love, Yn

Danny looks at me with a pink tinge on his cheeks. He lends over gives me a huge hug "I love yoy so my baby." He kisses my neck and I hug him tightly back. "And I bought you that pottery class you've been talking my ear off about for weeks" Danny pulls back and gives me a surprised look "Oh you are the best girlfriend ever" He starts leaving little pecks all over my face I giggle letting him express his happiness all over my face.

"Okay okay your turn" Danny hands me a card to open. "Pookie the breakfast was more than enough. You didn't have to get me anything else" Danny rolls his eyes and shoves the card into my hands. "Just open the card and be grateful baby." I sigh and start opening the card.

Dear Yn,

To say that I love you is an understatement. I love when you sneeze anytime the sun is out, I love when your real laugh comes out and everyone around us looks at you like you're crazy, but you don't care because you're having too much fun. I love when your drunk and throwing up, you'll push me away and all you'll want is your best friend to comfort you, and you'll just keep saying sorry about not wanting me at that moment. I love when you play folklore on the jakes acoustic everytime we're at the beach. Yn, I could go on and on about the little things I love about you forever but I think Taylor says it best. I have always felt like we have this invisible string connecting our lives, pulling us towards each other, always finding our way into our blooming love. Yn I am the luckiest man on the entire planet because i know you, let alone love you. I never want to experience this life without you. So...I have a question to ask you.

I look at Danny from the card with my tear stained cheeks and red eyes. He's holding a box with an engagement ring inside. "So Yn Yln...Will you do me the honor of letting me marry you?" I start sobbing and pulling him into a bone crushing hug.

"Of course I will. I love you so much."

"Oh baby I love you so much more. So much"

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yes i am a swifty and yes i think danny is too okay back to the point...i want danny to just love me and hold my hand and feed me until i'm full and make me gain fifteen pounds of healthy relationship fat bc he just love me so much....okay anyways If you have any ideas for any of the boys lmk :)

-withlovegvf<3