#also I'm gonna bury this in the tags because it's not too relevant to be a post but

[bluewinnerangel]

right back at ya cowboy

Omg ella I'm so sorry I was gonna do this "later" and then it got buried. OK. I clicked. EDIT: I JUST FOUND THIS IN MY DRAFTS IM DOUBLE SORRY lol imma expose my ramble draft

[So in case someone's reading this thinking ???? we sometimes throw a spinning wheel of songs at each other and then just go rambling yelling analysing whatever it gives back. I've kept track with this tag, feel free to copy any of them wheels links and go off or bug someone with it actually pls do]

Oh you mean that song I for some reason like some total idiot put on first thing in the morning and just bawl my eyes out, you know when its so early you're just so vulnerable and everything feels raw and there's no thoughts just something primal happens and it's me drowning myself in this song and then the day can start I guess am I fine nobody knows. It's now my Saturday morning ritual where before coffee I see some sun and I just bawl there's something therapeutic about it. I'd recommend it. Just some sun some coffee brewin some confused pet wondering if you're OK yeah.

Anyway. The song I can place extremely easily in like "1d ended and it sucked" context, but it works with a lot. whatever I can think of him, or anyone, writing about, whatever it means to me. (general Louis' songwriting ramble incoming:) I'm looking at FITF differently compared to Walls and previous work and he's approached it differently, I feel like what he's been saying about his discography fits that as well. I think (this is a mash of what i think to hear in his lyrics and in interviews, so heavy paraphrasing:) before he had this idea he should be writing where the whole thing makes sense to be about this one situation/idea and it has to be about him too and sure perhaps a context might have been written around it, but i think in the past hes been pretty perfectionist on having every single line fit the thing he was thinking of what that song is, and now thats no longer the case. Now it's whatever works, whatever hits, feels, does it. It doesn't matter one thought/situation flows into another.

I guess that was a long rambley way of saying I wanna do line by line lyric analyses of his stuff but I don't know how to make that work as it did previously, for me at least. But on the other by temporarily running with one interpretation and seeing what you can find in the lines can really help see more angles, bring more depth to the line, and consider other meanings and stuff so.. idk not much wrong with it. I wanna do that too I think. This is I guess A Promise I'll do a Holding On To Heartache lyric breakdown. At Some Point. :D

But I think his choices of words and soundscapes and perhaps all them being little references are just wonderful. I cherish it so much. I'm slightly afraid he did the same in Perfect Now (like after seeing a web of possible perfect now lyrical referencing that song did become one of my favs as I love that idea like it gives so much more body depth meaning whatever to a song to me even if not on purpose lol its not even relevant at that point anymore anyway) and long term didn't value it much so now I'm afraid my new little more poppy fav will be his new neglected child but time will tell. Just... have an itch. Rip. EDIT yeah that itch got worse because of the track by track we got now.. it's got that bit about HOTH being a poppy one and the way he's talking about it sigh i feel him but sigh also hes sigh i dont wannt start that discourse over that shit so no. but itch. I uh... luckily don't let how I interpret his reactions to his own songs affect the way I feel about his own songs haha brainpayne this.

ok ok ok last ramble it sounds so fucking liquid? so wet?? how do I explain this why does it sound w e t EDIT: help me he said the sound is like a guitar under water like he's drowning it's flooding we're in a puddle of tears this song, it's what makes me bawl I think, because the song sounds like bawling, and your cheeks are puffed up and we,t and you find a moment of quiet and stare up at the sky with your wet lashes exhausted defeated but you're still here you're still breathing. Also the bridge with the "space between us just comes FLOODING back" at the end of it, it's not the bit that hits the hardest in an obvious way, instead it kinda gets overlooked a way, theres no moment to sit and waddle in the SHIT FLOODING BACK RIGHT THERE it just goes right into the quiet bit again,there's no time given to recover from getting crushed by the wavesm and it just does something to me... I can't leave that bit as the little end of a big thought it sounds like, but the way its sung... time just keeps ticking and we're at the end. I'm almost sure that wasn't intentional and like @ me why focus on this of all the overwhelm that's in this song, but that just feels like a reflection of the feeling I get from this song, you're just fucking sitting there in the middle of this overwhelming ache these waves of hurt and shit just moves on and youre just there stuck there with but i wasn't done? But I guess I should be? Like there's no room for me drowning in this even more but I feel like I need to still?

ramble out.

[weepinglevi]

hiking with armin arlert

summary: armin loves hiking and you do, too. established relationship, headcanons (kind of) warnings: none, just fluff word count: around 600 A/N: after the final chapter i just needed something soft. still not over it. so, who better to help mend my broken heart than armin? this is the first time i write for him so i hope you enjoy this! feedback is greatly appreciated. xx

he loves hiking, but also the planning surrounding it. he's always browsing the travel section in bookstores, buying hiking guides for foreign countries because he dreams of seeing the whole world. even though the two of you don't have a lot of money, he'll keep on telling you about all the trips he's gonna take you on.

he owns a pair of rundown hiking boots and every time he puts them on there's an aura of adventure around him. the moment before the two of you leave the door, he's like a child on christmas eve, giddy with excitement. his trusty camera safely stowed away in his backpack, he's promising you to take you to "some beautiful places, love."

and he always does. with nearly every free afternoon being spent outdoors, you sometimes wonder how he always comes up with new destinations for the two of you.

you've seen hundred-year-old trees, waterfalls, canyons stretching through the landscape, trekked for days on end, but each and every time you leave through the door, it's like you're going on your first adventure with him - not knowing what'll await you.

he's also always prepared. for everything. mosquito bites? he's got some soothing balm for you. blisters? he somehow also has a whole first-aid kit hidden in his backpack. there's a real possibility of him carrying around a whole library as well, what with all the maps and guides he's magically producing for whenever you get lost. which you do quite often.

you sometimes reckon he knows exactly where the two of you are, but simply doesn't want the hike to end. you're okay with that. come to think of it, you love him even more because of it.

if you plan a longer trek, sasha always makes sure you take something to eat with you, stuffing sandwiches and apples into your hands. grinning wide at your question of how she thinks the two of you could ever eat so much food, she says "i'm sure you'll manage."

armin loves to take pictures. not only of the countryside or some odd tree but also of you. there are countless photographs of you, head buried in the hiking guide, trying to interpret the notes he's scribbled all around the map. he prints some of them and keeps them in a scrapbook, together with leaflets from your trips. he's meticulous about them, saying "i want to remember each and every one of our trips," with a soft smile.

and when you finally reach your destination, you'll find a quiet place to sit down and eat the food sasha has prepared for you. armin tells you all about the historic relevancy of the place, losing himself in anecdotes about how person a kicked person b's butt "right here where we're sitting! how amazing is that?"

when there are squirrels around, he tries to bait them with an apple slice. after about half an hour, he gives up and places the fruit somewhere far off enough so they'll come to get it. upon returning to you he sees his camera in your hands, and he laughs - knowing he isn't the only one who likes to take photographs of what he loves.

you sit together like this for hours, sometimes not speaking a word, just basking in the sunlight and in each other's presence. leaning against him, you come to the realization that wherever in the world you are, you want armin to be with you.

he places his arm around your shoulder to pull you in even closer, placing a soft kiss on your forehead when you look up at him. "with you, i feel at home," his eyes beaming with happiness once more.

taglist: @blondeboyfriend @peachysimp @icedkoffees @kojinnie @jeageristbaby wanna be tagged in my next work? fill out this form. not me imagining hiking with jean now. why do i think the squirrels would attack him?