#also it took me FOREVER to settle on a favorite song

[wongyuseok]

exo for the ask game hehe 🫶 ❤️

No one mention how I picked a new favorite album since the last time I picked a favorite exo album (2 days ago). I listened to my exo playlist a lot between then & now and I have a new favorite 🤭 technically jongin was my first bias but ksoo joined him pretty quick and I wanted to acknowledge that I was literally a dandanie for like 5 years or however long it was. Also I still say jongin's a bias but since baek's, well... baek, I put nini in the bias wrecker square. Almost put pcy with him. And favorite duo's so hard with exo bc there's so many good duo dynamics. My honorable mentions (aka duos I almost picked): chansoo, baekchen & sekai

send me a kpop group and I'll do this ⤵️

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midnight adventures — RAFE CAMERON

authors note here's a little something sweet for you guys. soft!rafe will forever have my heart. happy reading lovies.

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summary having trouble sleeping throughout the night and text rafe if you can go on a drive to relax your mind

warning(s) trouble sleeping and rafe being the best boyfriend.

"Please sleep," you say to yourself, on the verge of tears, staring at the ceiling and running your hands through your hair with frustration.

It was three in the morning.

You've recently struggled to sleep at night, falling asleep around four in the morning, getting five hours of sleep, and yet feeling exhausted during the day.

Rolling over on your side, a huff escapes your lips as you reach your arm up to the nightstand, where your phones are plugged in. You take it off the charger and call your boyfriend, Rafe.

He responded within five seconds, sounding sleepy and worried. After you've finished stating your sleeping problems, he says he'll be there in ten minutes.

Rafe's truck can be heard from around the corner; a smile forms on your face. You put your slides on and one of Rafe's sweatshirt on then walk downstairs to the front door.

You snuck out of the house quietly and hopped into the passenger seat, greeted by the familiar perfume of Rafe's cologne combined with the subtle aroma of leather.

"Hey," he whispered softly, reaching over to offer your hand a comforting squeeze. "Ready?"

"Yeah," you replied, beaming warmly at him. "Thank you for this."

"Anything for you," he said, turning the truck into gear and driving away from your home turning out of the neighborhood.

He hands you his unlocked phone for music; you're usually on aux in his car. You pick the first song you liked and would set the mood.

You feel his right hand on your thigh, the thumb gently caressing. You let yourself relax under his touch.

"You want to grab something to eat?" He asks out of the blue, checking his shoulder before changing lanes and glancing at you for a response.

"Can we go to the store?" You recommended pointing to the store across the street. 

"Of sure, Baby.”

After getting some snacks, Rafe drove to your favorite spot, the beach. Generally this is your favorite spot to go whenever you want to get away from everything.

Rafe backed into the parking area so you could face the water in the dim light. You took the two blankets he keeps in the second row as he moved around to open your door.

Rafe drew you closer to him once the two of you had settled in. You looked up at him, admiring how blessed you were to have him.

"If you want to kiss me, just tell me," he quips, his eyes fixed on the water. You hit him in the chest, making him laugh, then kissed him.

"What's keeping you up all night princess?" He asks quietly, gently pushing your hair away from your face and examining your expression.

Rafe loathes witnessing you struggle to fall asleep or feel this way. Regardless of the circumstance, he has always been there for you in an instant. You find him most admirable in that regard. You are very fortunate to have him.

"I honestly don't know what's causing it," you shrugged, "stress might be the main factor or something else" was the only response you could give him right now. I'm not sure what is causing you to stay up late and never get enough sleep.

Rafe furrows his brows.

"You know I'd come sleep with you if you had problems falling asleep, and I don't want you to lose sleep. You value your sleep, I know that." You laugh at how much you value your sleep—you really do.

After a while, a few subjects are discussed. A cold breeze blows through the night, and the sound of the waves is calming. You can sense your own body becoming more at ease.

In silence, Rafe and you lay together covered by blankets. It seemed like the ideal moment. You drew closer to him— he also smells good.

"You almost ready to go?" Rafe asks curiously, "I don't want your parents waking up to you not in your bed" you stopped yourself after he finished his sentence, nodding. 

"Yeah we couldn't have that" you joke.

He turned on the ignition after the two of you got comfortable in the truck, allowing it to warm up for five minutes as you had been sitting on the bed with the truck turned off for an hour. 

It took ten minutes to make the drive back to your home. You didn't want to spend the remainder of the night apart from Rafe. Compared to before you saw him, you felt calmer and more content. 

"Can you stay?" If you think about it, what you're asking kindly amounts to pleading.

He replies sarcastically, "How can I refuse?" and then leans in to give you a kiss on the lips before turning off his truck.

Quitely entering your house with Rafe closely behind you. You turned your phone flashlight on incase of running into stuff and waking everyone up.

When you got to your room you took your slides and socks off your feet then flopping on your bed. Rafe took his shirt off along with shoes and socks. You opened your arms waiting for Rafe to get into bed with you.

"Don't worry, I'm coming," he says, placing his shirt on the desk chair across the room.

"Oh, that's what she said," you laugh.

Fake laughing, Rafe says, "Haha so funny" as he slides under the covers.

Snuggling closer to Rafe, you let out a sigh of relief as you kissed his naked chest several times and drew invisible hearts before feeling your eyes close.

You yawn with exhaustion, "Thank you for keeping me company tonight, baby, it means a lot, I love you."

"I love you too princess and that's what I'm supposed to do, take care of my beautiful girlfriend when she's in times like this."

You shared a final kiss with Rafe and then dozed out in each other's arms.

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[martiniblues]

i’d give up forever to touch you ; 이민형

pairing idol!mark x female!reader

synopsis while mark is away on tour, you find yourself looking back at old memories of you two. you have grown used to spending these moments alone while mark is gone, but little do you know he is doing the same thing miles and miles away.

genre established relationship, light angst, fluff, reader uses she!her pronouns, nicknames used for reader (pretty girl, baby) and mark (baby, pretty boy).

wc 1.8k

song : iris by the goo goo dolls

the sheets wrinkled beneath your shifting body. nearly silent crinkles filled the empty void within your room. slivers of light from the moon fell onto your restless figure, highlighting your messy hair and stretched-out shirt. you had gotten into bed at eleven; it was now three, and not a single ounce of your body felt tired.

thoughts ran wild in your brain, causing every other part of your body to feel more than alive. it’s not like this is the first time he’s had to go. with comebacks, schedules, and shows, mark was constantly on the go. most of the time, there would be two to three days in a row where the only place you would see mark was through the screen of your phone.

one time he had to be gone for a week while preparing for a new album, and looking back now, you wish you hadn’t been so dramatic. a week felt like a breeze compared to the treacherous months you were now facing without mark. not only was he physically not here with you in bed, your head rested on his chest, or vice versa, he also hadn’t texted or called all day.

at the beginning, you two constantly kept in touch, sending random photos or messages about how much you missed each other. but now with a dramatic time zone, texts fell further and further apart, which then turned into silence. you missed him more than words could explain; the t-shirt that hugged your body relived some of your sorrow, reminding you of how he had thrown it off the night before he left. giving in, you grabbed your phone from its spot next to you and opened your camera roll, clicking on your favorited photos.

some were of friends and family, but the majority were of you and mark. silly mirror photos taken when putting on face masks and spur of the moment selfies reflected back onto your face, causing your eyes to sting. maybe if it hadn’t been for the overflowing emotion you felt, the tears could be blamed on your brightness being too high, but it took no genius to know the reason. videos from picnics under sunny skies and tipsy late night games echoed in your room and settled right into your heart. silent tears continued to spill down your flushed cheeks, going unnoticed due to your full attention being on your boyfriend. you continued to scroll, stopping on a distinct image. the photo had been taken a little over a year ago.

the two of you sat on the edge of the sidewalk outside of your apartment complex. mark had a full day of schedules, giving him only the dark hours of the night to slip by your place and see you before he had to get up and do it all over again. his exhaustion quickly converted to energy after being in your arms as he stepped into your place. "dude… you’re like a human portable charger." his words were muffled due to being pressed into your neck, before he pulled back to look at you with wide eyes. "can we go for a walk?" he practically begged before lacing your fingers together and pulling you out into the chilly nighttime atmosphere.

"honestly…" you began while the two of you stepped in sync, hands still interlocked and swinging between your bodies. mark made a little hum as his head quickly turned at the sound of your voice. "i was expecting you to pass out when you came over." a breathy laugh left your lips as he continued to swing your hands. "what can i say? it’s just what you do to me, dude." the cheesy words made you both break out into giggles, never once disconnecting your hands. even when he began to wander off, your body just followed his smoothly, like it was second nature.

at this moment though, you stopped. "oh, mark you really know how to make a girl swoon, dude." your unexpected stop made him turn around as your hands became disconnected. at the sudden loss of contact, he quickly made his way back to you, as if you were miles away and not just a few steps. "baby you know i mean it as a term of endearment. i don’t just call anyone dude." his fingers made their way to your face and threaded a few careless strands behind your ear. his hand continued to slowly make its way down your neck and arm, finally re-entwining your fingers as they once were.

your body, which was once cold due to the dropping temperatures, instantly grew hot at his loving gesture. "so haechan, jisung, jeno, and practically all of your friends are on the same level as me?" you teased, tilting your head to the side and peering at your boyfriend through squinted eyes. "no dude- i mean, baby, of course not. hey, i don’t call anyone else pretty girl except you. right, pretty girl?" if there’s one thing you and mark were good at, it was getting each other flustered, and while he tended to express his a lot more than you, this nickname was one of the few gestures you couldn’t pull a poker face at.

feeling your cheeks instantly redden, you dropped your head and stared at the concrete beneath you. even with your eyes glued to the ground, you could practically see the smirk pulling at mark’s lips. "i got you good, huh?" he continued, causing your cheeks to deepen in color. using his free hand, he cupped your face so you could look right at him. "pretty girl," he teased breathlessly once more before pulling you towards him. as your lips slotted between his, you couldn’t stop the smile that pulled at the corners of your mouth. mark couldn’t hold back either, as you could clearly feel his cheek bunch up under your palm. "you finally got some game, huh, pretty boy," you joked, finally pulling back from his firm hold.

just as you did moments before, mark’s ears and cheeks instantly flushed at the new nickname. "dude stop," he whined, turning away and walking further down the street as he sulked. "oh, shut up, you big baby." you quickly got up behind him and wrapped your arms around his torso to stop his movement. mark titled his head over his shoulder to look back at you.

he could have sworn right there in that very moment that he fell in love with you. the look you had in your eyes like you held everything he ever needed within two small irises, and your hands burning straight through the thin fabric of his shirt and imprinting right into his bones. it’s not like this was the first time love came to mind. he was in love with you and had been for a long time, but in this exact moment, he found himself losing all sense of control and completely falling into you and your entire being.

his chest tightened at the memory. the afternoon sunlight covered his skin, warming him up even more than he already was. his shoulders slumped and his lips pouted ever so slightly as he scrolled through the countless candid photos he had of you. he had been stuck on a specific one for quite some time. from none other than that very night.

the two of you had paused your walk and decided to sit under a street lamp. small white flowers bloomed onto the patch of grass next to you. remembering the habit you had as a kid, you began to braid each flower with another to create a crown. maybe it was the focused expression on your face or the way the light from above you both seemed to settle around you like a halo, but mark swore if he didn’t capture you that very instant that he would regret it for the rest of his life. noticing his movements from the corner of your eye, you swiftly turned your head to catch him in the act.

his thumb pressed down on the screen, causing the photo to turn into a short clip. you had pulled an exaggerated smile at his phone before the both of you broke into a laugh, flowers still in hand. the sound of your laughter was enough to pull a small one out of him at that moment. still sitting in the bed, he reached over and grabbed his headphones from the bedside table. he knew, or rather, he thought, that you would be fast asleep during this time.

every single day had become harder and harder, even if it meant he was closer and closer to seeing you again. if it were up to him, he would book a one-way flight straight to you, even if he could only see you for a day. hell, he could buy you a ticket and fly you to him in no time, but with school and work, he did not want to stress you out even more than you already were. it’s selfish; he knows it, but he wishes you would let him be greedy and keep you by his side the whole tour.

clicking shuffle on his playlist, iris by the goo goo dolls began to drift into his ears. it’s like some higher being knew exactly how he felt and queued the song on purpose. shifting to lay flat on his back, mark stared at the ceiling and pictured that you were there with him, hand in hand, listening to this song together.

your body grew hotter the more you held back your own emotions. yanking the covers off, you situated yourself on your back and gazed upward. not being able to look anywhere else. he was all around you. from picture frames on your dresser to discarded sweatshirts on your floor, everything reminded you of him. but for mark, the only part of you he had was on his phone, and with that, you were still light years away.

a single tear sprouting from the corner of your eye, quickly lead a trail past your lips and down your neck. little did you know that mark too had a tear pool down his cheek in that exact same moment. picking up his phone and opening your texts, he quickly sent you a message.

[one audio] made me think of you and how badly i miss you man. it’s true “i’d give up forever to touch you” right now pretty girl. sleep well for me if you aren’t already. call me when you wake up no matter what time it is. i need to hear your voice. im deprived hehe :)) i love you lots and lots baby. talk to you so soon <333

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note i got a tad bit carried away with this oops. but iris has been stuck in my head for days now and i also have been into more angsty reads recently so BOOM here’s this. i know it’s prob not my best work lol but i just wanted to get something out and hopefully get some feedback. if you made it this far thank you so much for reading!!

read part two here!

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere Demon Lord with an Angel Darling!

Daeman is a Great Demon feared by many,demons and angels alike. He's known as one of the worst in the Underworld,one day while he was strolling in a forest of the mortal world

He met her,the Darling,an angel who just happened to be there,he heard her sweet voice singing from afar,she was so sweet and kind. She wasn't even disgusted at the sight of him,she was different than all of those pretentious angels who would scoff at him if they see him

It was true love at first sight

They met eachother more and more in that forest. But Daeman knew he couldn't stop his growing love and lust for this innocent doe

He knew if he keeps letting her go,she would fly away from him one day. So he pulled her down to the Underworld with him

Darling was terrified ofc,she was so naive like a bunny caught in a trap. Daeman claimed her in bed afterwards ofc,while doing so,he told her that her God isn't here, only he is here

She became his darling wife afterwards, she's not getting back to Heaven anytime soon,now that she's defiled by him

Daeman was a sick bastard,he even puts a sigil on her womb called the Love's sigil, it's a mark of possession over her,it will even help him track her down should she escapes, when he activates the sigil,Darling would feel unimaginable lust,but ofc it prevents her from laying with any man beside Daeman himself~

After all he only wants her to lust after him and only he's the one to satiate her lust

A/N: Sorry this took so long to answer. I have two papers due in a week. Also, this is pretty tame, but hopefully, you still like it. I mainly based some of this work off of Hades and Persephone.

Also, here's a song to go with it, if anyone wants to listen:

TW: Smut, blood

You were a blessing to Earth. Everywhere you went, miracles happened. Ghosts went to the afterlife when you walked on their grounds, the darkest beasts bowed down and became domesticated, and life bloomed on your footprints. Your favorite spot is a quiet spot in the Amazon Rainforest. You love the biodiversity and the never-ending sounds of the forest.

"Ooh, ooh, just for the flowers, sea, and me," You sing, combing your hair.

In the clouds above, the most feared man in the underworld, Daeman, is watching for trouble or humans to mess with. Then, he hears your voice, and before he knows it, Daeman is behind you.

"Your voice sounds beautiful," Daeman says, sitting next to you.

You turn around and look him up and down. You see his wide frame, 6'5 figure, and long dark purple hair. You smile at him, light filling the forest floor.

"Hi, what's your name?" You ask, slowly moving your feet in the water.

"Daeman, you probably know me. Most people in the Underworld know who I am," Daeman says, unsure why you're nice to him.

"I do know. My angel friends tell me all sorts of things about you. But I saved my judgment until I actually met you. Which would be now."

Daeman's mind couldn't help but scream, "She's different! She's different than them!".

It was true love at first sight. Unbeknownst to them, two cupids are watching them from behind the trees. They pull out their bow and arrows and shoot at Daeman and you. An explosion of pink happens around the two of you, neither of you can see it, and the feeling of love settles in.

"I can't wait to talk to you again," You say, flying away. The sun eventually covers your figure.

"Wait-"

Daeman's hand is in the air, reaching for you but out of reach like you are his Icarus. He sighs and returns to the Underworld.

"Boss, what's wrong?" A fellow demon asks, seeing him reappear.

"Nothing, I just saw Icarus fly away," Daeman responds, walking into his mansion.

Daeman returned to that same spot tomorrow, and soon enough, you two met each other there every day. You two became closer and traveled the human world together.

"I wanna stay with you forever," You say, holding Daeman's arm.

"You shouldn't say such things around me. I'll drag you down like Hades did Persephone," Daeman responds, putting a hand on your cheek.

"It's ok. I heard what you said. I know you're afraid of me flying away from you. But I'm not. I'll gladly give up my wings and live a mortal life with you," You say, kissing Daeman.

"No. No! No! No! Stop! You're making it worse! Stop it!"

"Daeman, I want to be with you!"

"Don't! Please, don't!"

"I love anything you do. I love you. You know, even If I listen to music that is not my style, or even if I eat food that I don't like, or even if it's raining without an umbrella and all soaking wet, it's alright. I love it because I love you."

Daeman hugs you, and suddenly the ground beneath you disappears. You fall into the dark abyss with him and wake up in a bed with him.

"My angel, would you do me the honor of being my bride?" Daeman asks, pulling out a blood-red ring.

You were terrified. The walls were gothic and black. There's no sunlight. Only a red moonlight peeks through the velvet curtains.

"Y-Yes," You answer, stuttering as you feel something bad is happening.

Daeman slips the ring on your finger, and you feel a burning sensation on your wings.

"AAAAHH!" You shriek in pain, arching your back.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Daeman exclaims, cradling you.

Your wings burn away until they are nothing. Daeman's long nails go to your stomach and draw a love sigil. He couldn't help but follow his instincts. He had to mark what was his.

"What have you done to me?" You cry, tears falling onto Daeman's clothing.

"My love, you're my bride now. You've chosen to be with me. Your God has forsaken you for choosing a demon like me. I'm only here for you. You, my Icarus, flew too close to the sun," Daeman says, kissing every piece of skin showing. "The love sigil should be taking effect any minute now. How does it feel to only feel lust for me and no other man?"

Incredible lust overtakes your body, and you fiercely kiss Daeman. Nothing matters in the world more than him.

"My dear Hades, won't you show me how it feels to be with you?" You say, taking off your dress.

Daeman undresses, and soon enough, you both cave into your worldly desires. He strokes his dick, then puts it into you. Your pussy is unbelievably tight, and you cry in pain.

"Daeman, it hurts," You weep, crying onto his chest.

"I know it hurts, my love. Stay still, I'll help you," Daeman comforts, kissing your lips.

The love sigil glows and suddenly, your pussy is dripping wet. Daeman starts to thrust and you're overtaken by these new feelings. No one made you feel the way he did. Even in romance or in sex.

"Ah~" You moan, holding onto Daeman to keep whatever is left of your sanity.

"Yes, baby! Keep going!" Daeman encourages, trying to keep you from orgasming too early.

Your stomach feels weird, and your love sigil glows.

"Daeman, I'm cumming!" You moan, trying to hold it in.

"I know, my love. I'm cumming too," Daeman moans, thrusting faster. His long nails scratched your skin.

"Oh, Daeman!" You exclaim, throwing your head back.

You both cum together, and the love sigil becomes a faint mark. Daeman pulls out of you and carries you to the bathroom. He turns on the hot water and places you in the bathtub.

"My angel, are you upset with me?" Daeman asks, washing your body. The blood from your first time turning the water red.

"I don't know. I chose to be with you knowing the risks. I just didn't expect them to hurt so much. I never knew I wouldn't be traveling Earth and its skies again," You reply, hugging your knees.

"You said you would live a happy life as a mortal with me. If I became a mortal with you, would you be happy?"

"Of course. There's nothing I wouldn't give to see Earth again."

"Then, so be it. I will be a mortal too. And when our time comes to enter the Underworld again, we will be together. Forever."

You kiss Daeman and look into his eyes. He goes into the water with you, and you continue to make out with him. You both go underwater, feeling like you're on cloud nine.

[iknowimdespicableme]

My top 5 Doctor Who Episodes; And why!

DOCTOR WHO SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!! I say the season and episode before I start analyzing, so feel free to skip some.

5. Vincent and the Doctor [5x10]

This episode was so touching to me on many different levels. Firstly, as a creative person who deals with mental health and ostracization, seeing a version of Vincent Van Gogh on screen felt almost healing. Acknowledging the hurt he experienced while not ignoring his joys was very special. On a technical level, the way that the episode visualized a way Vincent Van Gogh may have seen the world was incredibly eye opening and better allowed me to appreciate his art. Furthermore, the confusion Amy experienced during the episode regarding her memory was such an experience for two reasons; Firstly, it proved to us, the audience, how much she has grown to love Rory. Before, she was dating him because he was the only half-decent guy around. But, after learning more about him and spending more time with him, she is truly in love with him and this episode gives proof of that. Secondly, I experience dissociative fugue, wherein I may forget large aspects of my life, and this episode was so comforting regarding that experience. Yes, sometimes there are things you can't remember that make you happy or sad. You should embrace the feelings rather than ignore them or feel scared. And, finally, the moment where Vincent Van Gogh is able to see what the future of his art holds is a touching moment; and I like that it didn't save him in the end. Like the Doctor said, “The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don't always spoil the good things or make them unimportant.”

4. The Husbands of River Song [2015 Christmas Special]

I looked forward to finally watching this episode for so long leading up to it because I had heard such flattering things about it; and it didn't disappoint. After many episodes that felt lacking or one dimensional, this special brought back an element of camp, humor, and fun that had been missing, all the while including beloved characters and dramatic sequences. Allowing the Doctor an opportunity to see how one of his companions, especially River, acts when he is not around gives the audience so much more insight into her character and the Doctor a chance to learn and grow. Asking her about himself and learning that, although she may be worried or grieving, she finds these feelings worth it just to keep loving him. Considering how much River puts a mask on around 11 to not show her age and sadden him, it was refreshing to see a new side of her. Not to mention, the storyline for the special was interesting and compelling without being overwhelming in a way that took away from the characters. Although it's unlikely that the Doctor doubted River's feelings for him, this episode gave ultimate proof regarding how much she cares about him. Unfortunately, it also showcases how little River thinks of herself in relation to the Doctor. And, yet, there 12 is to prove her wrong when it mattered. Best of both worlds! Finally, the tenderness mixed with grief and understanding that we end the special with is such a perfect conclusion to River's story with the Doctor as it reflects their whole saga together perfectly. River's argument to the Doctor that, "Happily ever after doesn't mean forever, it just means time." was so special and the Doctor finally allowing himself to settle down (if only for a little bit) was exactly the kind of growth the character needed.

3. Wild Blue Yonder [2nd 2023 David Tennent Special]

I watched this episode yesterday and by gods it quickly skyrocketed to one of my favorites, where do I even start. Within the first few minutes of the episode, we are given many similarities and differences when comparing this Doctor and Donna adventure to their previous excursions. While they still compliment each other well, offering understanding and push-back, it is also clear the ways they have matured. Donna seems more in touch with her emotions and how she is truly feeling. When we first met her, she had a lot of anger and frustration within her from constantly being scrutinized and ignored. Now, we can see she is more peaceful and secure, even if below the surface some hesitation still lingers. Whereas, in the Doctor's case, he is so much more open to affection and vulnerability. The lessons he learned as 11 and 13 showed him that he could trust others, even if it is slowly. Although he is still trying to ignore or repress many things that have happened to him, he is at peace with them more than he was as 10. They both are less rageful. So, from a literary standpoint, just the beginning of this episode was wonderful. The classic "TARDIS fucks off somewhere leaving the company stranded" and "Doctor loses his sonic screwdriver and doesn't know what to do with himself for a bit" tropes came back swinging, and the way it affected the duo was wonderful to watch. The reality of the situation wasn't quickly swept under the rug or ignored because of a bigger problem, they got to sit in their fear for a while which was beautiful. The slow realization throughout the episode as if the audience is figuring out the answer at the same time as the Doctor just felt satisfying. Small, seemingly disconnected things coming together to form a compelling mystery. And, because it takes so long to give us the answer, we feel the carnal fear of the unknown just like the Doctor and Donna. I was tense when I realized they weren't talking to each other, but copies. I was scared when they were separated. And, the best part of the whole fucking episode, I didn't know who was who. That was terrifying! Up until the last second, I thought the Doctor had made the right choice, too! It kept me on the edge of my seat, informed me so much about the characters, explored a terrifying "what if" in a way only sci-fi can replicate, and was silly as hell. Loved every second. Also, the little robot guy was cute as hell.

2. Heaven Sent [9x11]

Explodes everywhere I love 12. This Doctor is characterized as a less nice, but still very kind regeneration. He holds so many conflicting feelings regarding the loss of the Ponds, his changing relationship with Clara, his perception of himself. I loved how he acted in his episodes. as socially confused, because it felt very familiar to me. The way his brain always seemed too loud and his loner energy was such a switch-up compared to 11. and yet so in character all the same. This episode carried this perfect essence of Doctor Who that felt lost in the majority of the last couple seasons. An entire episode where the Doctor is alone, and grieving, and loving, and problem-solving all at the same time was so compelling. Although it is clear I am more of a fan of episodes that focus on the characters and not the current storyline, this story was enthralling even if it took away from character moments sometimes. Do I wish we had more chances at the beginning/middle of the episode to properly address or reminisce about Clara? Yes. But, after watching the whole episode, it is clear why it was done. The setting for Heaven Sent was so intriguing, and the whole episode we are just wondering as much as the Doctor is; Why? Why is he being chased, why was he brought here, why are there shovels? It reeled us in. And then, once we realize the torture he is putting himself through, the dramatics, character information, and emotion we are given is so heart-wrenching. Evidently, Clara gave the Doctor a comfort greater and worth more than 5 billion years of torture. Could you imagine that? The depth of his love for Clara is given so much of a spotlight in this episode, and I am frothing at the mouth for it. Especially considering how they may frustrate or hurt each other, they still know each other. They help each other. And goddammit, he is not going to let her go. But, this stubbornness isn't necessarily a good thing. One important thing about loving someone is knowing when to let them go. This love for Clara was selfish the same way her love was for him in these intense moments where they sacrifice themselves for each other. They were doing it to prove something to themselves, to get the other back because they couldn't accept they were gone, not because it would be a better existence for the one in danger. Clara didn't want to be saved, she was being brave. And this imperfect grief the Doctor experiences was so achingly realistic. When I lost my cousin, it was so hard to accept. I wanted to ignore it, I wanted to be angry, I wanted him back. But, in the end, it was his time. This journey the Doctor goes on regarding yet another loss felt so powerful. He was forced to feel this and it hurt, he couldn't just try and quickly forget about it or sulk on his own terms. At the same time, the revelations he comes to throughout the episode were so reassuring to hear someone outside of my own head say. "It’s funny. The day you lose someone isn’t the worst. At least you’ve got something to do. It’s all the days they stay dead."

Turn Left [4x11]

This comes as a surprise to no one as someone who has been PREACHING character > story. This episode, while being a perfect set up for the finale, tells us so fucking much about the Doctor and, more importantly, ABOUT DONNA! Without Donna, there's no Doctor. Without the Doctor, everything goes to shit! Seeing as we, the audience, are usually seeing the universe by following the Doctor, a companion-focused episode was so refreshing. We got to learn so much about who Donna is, what her life back home was like before we met her, and gave realistic consequences to her actions. FUCK YEAH! It felt grounded, it felt interesting. I also adore the theory that every action we take splits us off into a new universe or timeline, so this episode was so perfect for me. DONNA'S INTERACTIONS WITH ROSE!!! Their comradery and understanding, the way Rose takes Donna under her wing, a moment where we see them as real people without the Doctor intervening or affecting the discussion. The importance of Donna to the universe being made so clear. WILF'S FLASHBACKS!! It's been forever since I saw this episode, but it is so rewatchable and makes me so interested every. single. time. The end of the episode is bone-chilling, with her literally killing herself to save the universe. And then!! The Doctor being out of the loop for once and understanding the severity of the situation with the return of the Bad Wolf. Explodes everywhere, words do not do justice the pure love, respect, and admiration I have for this episode and every actor, producer, tech person, writer, involved. Thank you GODS for this episode, I love you turn left. This lesson that every single person is indispensable and important sets up that conversation in later seasons and eventually becomes the main reoccurring theme of the show. Every Donna Noble, Rose Tyler, and Martha Jones of the universe is important and loved and unique and dbiubibjbjbgiufgbfgu you get me?

Honorable mentions:

The Parting of Ways [1x13]

The first finale of new who, and it was so gooooood!! Tied up the Bad Wolf hints, gave interesting endings to the TARDIS crew, told us so much about the ninth doctor, gave us confirmed ninerose, had a compelling storyline behind it, and just a classic good episode to go back to.

Tooth and Claw [2x2]

I know I've been mostly talking about the character implications of my favorite episodes, but this one was just interesting and fun. I loved the dynamic between the Doctor and Rose, the adventure, the silliness, the royal family being involved. Just a good, well-paced, wonderful episode.

The God Complex [6x11]

This episode was so yummy. While I was watching 11's seasons, I did get the vibe that Amy looked up and admired the Doctor in an unhealthy way and I loved how this episode addressed this. The idea that this thing was taking the forms of people's worst fears, the mystery of what the Doctor saw, the interesting characters, the understanding on what a God Complex actually was, its wonderful!!

The Timeless Children [12x10]

This may be controversial and I don't care!! I loved the way this episode was structured. I was confused and interested the whole time and when it fell into place I actually had to pause and pace around because OH MY GODS!!! it was a well-done reveal that had such interesting implications and I believe every reaction was in character and made sense. At first, I was upset about the loss of the former perception of the Doctor; Just a regular ol' guy who decided to act out and, above all, be kind. Suddenly, she was from another universe and was the original timelord and i was a little sad. But, the way it has been handled after feels so fitting, and it puts the rest of the show into perspective. All of the confusing things that set the Doctor apart from the others, it made sense now! I loved this episode, I thought it was a great.

The Village of the Angels [13x4]

I LOVED THE FLUX!! getting to have a old-school style season wherein the who season was just one problem was so cool and allowed for so much information! This episode specifically was so compelling. I loved the Professor Jericho; was SUCH a great addition to the TARDIS crew, and the way the handled the angels was arguably better than Time of Angels + Flesh and Stone. They were terrifying, the mystery was intriguing, and the characters were interesting!!! The only difficult part of this episode was keeping track of who was who as someone who has difficulty recognizing faces. Besides that, I fucking loved The Village of the Angels.

[urfavcoed]

OPEN MIC AT WATERBOMB!

insp. by @venusvity <3 The girls are also mentioned at the end of the post. Feel totally free to have your ocs attend their show or to have OPEN MIC at your oc’s.

🎙️‧₊˚ ⭑.ᐟ ⋅ 𓂃 THE OUTFITS!

— For such a special event, they were given full control over their appearance on stage. So after a week of planning, the members settled on wearing silly shirts and denim for funsies. It was really on brand with the group’s fun and carefree image, so fans went absolutely feral over them.

— Hada’s t-shirt was literally a joke! Like he literally got it made specifically for the festival. It was supposed to stay as a cute memory within the members, but ended up going viral and having to be added to the group’s official merchandise.

🎙️‧₊˚ ⭑.ᐟ ⋅ 𓂃 THE SETLIST

— DINGA

— Suzue’s ment.

"My dear Chanters! Welcome to our show. We’re beyond excited to be here; you guys have no idea. We absolutely love Waterbomb, right?" She turns to her group mates, who nod enthusiastically. Hada and Diwa, already armed with water guns, approach Suzue and aim their guns at her playfully.

"Oh, no. Don't you dare! Not just yet, please. This makeup took forever. See, Chanters? This is what I mean. Waterbomb is always so much fun, and we love having fun in our performances. You guys were the loudest crowd last year, but I expect you to top that today. We will too, promise! If you know this next song, sing along. It's SOUR CANDY! So sweet, then I get a little angry." She giggles cutely as the music kicks in.

— SOUR CANDY

— Diwa’s ment.

"Yass, I love this song! How’s it going, Waterbomb?" The crowd roars back. "Sounds like you’re having a blast. Today’s show is packed with surprises. I don’t want to give too much away, but I might just…spit it out." Diwa pauses, giving a cheeky grin like she's up to no good. "I could really use some backup vocals, Chanters, so everyone sing along!"

— SPIT IT OUT! Diwa’s solo

— River’s ment.

"Yo, Waterbomb! How was Diwa’s performance? I'd say she fucking killed it!" The crowd screams in agreement, and Diwa takes a dramatic bow before running to one of the big water guns on stage. "Man, I don't know if I can top that. But I hope you guys will help me out too. I've been thinking about how to make this performance unforgettable. What if we...record a TikTok together? Hey Suzue! Bring your phone." Suzue briefly leaves the stage and returns with a phone in hand. After a couple of minutes of prep, everything is set to record. "Alright, let’s do this, Chanters. This is ANY SONG? I hope you know the dance!"

— ANY SONG? River’s solo

— WORK

— Hada’s ment.

"Chanters… We’re nearing the end of this amazing day. It’s been a pleasure to be here with you. I hope you’ve had as much fun as we have, you guys are the best crowd anyone could ask for. Really! We’ve got one more song for you. It’s my favorite from our latest mini album and it’s super special to me because Diwa and I wrote it together. Please, Chanters, sing as loud as you can with us. This is TASTE TEST!"

— TASTE TEST

🎙️‧₊˚ ⭑.ᐟ ⋅ 𓂃 THE SHOW!

— OPEN MIC’s third Waterbomb! The hype was real, guys! Everyone was crossing their fingers for the group to be confirmed for Waterbomb Seoul. When it finally happened, fans lost it.

— Usually, OPEN MIC is known for their epic live shows. It's so much fun seeing the members doing their thing on stage and having a great time, hitting every note flawlessly. But let me tell you, Waterbomb was on another level!

— For the setlist, they chose all of their forever fan favorite tracks together with their most recent trendy songs like TASTE TEST, featured in their last mini album.

— From all of the member’s solo songs featured in both their mini albums and OPEN MIC PARTY series, only two of them were chosen to be performed. Fans were a tad upset about Suzue and Hada not performing one of their songs, specially Hada’s </3 GIRL, a fan favorite.

— Diwa’s choice of song was also…unexpected! Everyone was expecting her to perform her latest solo release, GOOD LUCK XO, which was even trending on TikTok at the moment. Our girl did not speak a word about the reason behind the decision, which made everything even weirder!

— Two words: blonde River. Long-haired blond River, actually. Which is even better, if you ask me. It was so unexpected, given the fact that he likes to keep his hair natural or in some dark color. So yeah, his choice for the festival was not on people’s year bingo cards. But everyone went crazy over it!

— River recorded a TikTok while performing his solo ANY SONG?, doing its little trendy choreography with the crowd behind him all while Hada soaked him with one of the big water guns.

— This little trip down memory lane resulted in the song re-entering the charts at #4, and Chanters bringing back the trend with a new twist under the hashtag #ANYSONGSummerEdition.

— After their show, the group was spotted in the crowd at WayV, Taemin and Venus’s shows. Diwa and Suzue also went to see Nayeon, while River and Hada popped up by Loco’s show.

— They took over Instagram with pics and vids from the shows plus then just genuinely having a good time, singing and dancing along to their favorite artists. One of Suzue’s clips of Ten from WayV went viral, and now it’s one of the most used fancams on Twitter.

🎙️‧₊˚ ⭑.ᐟ ⋅ 𓂃 THE STILLS!

from left to right: Diwa, River, Hada & Suzue!

[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

[lillyspeakz]

hi hi hih i i love you, can i request some headcanons for dadbur and his daughter being cuties? i love you! thank you so much

You came to the right place love; I’m having withdraws rn- I love you too dearest.

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- when wil finds out your pregnant, he’s shaking like a wet dog on a cold day. He’s nervous as hell! But once you reassure him over and over again, convincing him of how good he’ll be as a dad, his nerves settle a bit.

- now when your daughters born, he is attached to her! He doesn’t want to let her go, wanting her to be safe from the horrors of the world.

- as your daughter grows up, he makes promises of treating her right and being the father his couldn’t be for him. He told you that he’d snipe any person that hurts her and will protect her with all his being.

- buys her cute little clothes and bibs. Makes her a small lovejoy outfit. A fan also made her a small little lovejoy themed beanie, so that’s definitely a plus!!

- you don’t start taking your daughter to gigs until she’s a little older, like 3-4. Not wanting her to be overstimulated and wanting her to see her daddy in action.

- wil teaches her how to play ukulele when she asked him to teach her how to play on of his songs. He knew the guitar was a bit much for now, so he pulled out the one ukulele he had and taught her a small little song he has. You took so many videos of the interactions.

-fans always coo at the girl whenever Wil points or mentions her on stage, hearing her giggles and small “hi daddy!” from where she sits in your arms. She ultimately gets shy when everyone looks at her but it’s all cute and fun.

- as your daughter grows up and starts going to school, Wilbur cries on every first day, claiming how his “little baby is growing so fast.” And ofc he gets the sassy “dad be quiet your embarrassing me.” back. But he doesn’t care. He wants her to stay small.

- mark and ash are definitely her favorite uncles, let’s be real!

- Tommy is her best friend! They are two peas in a pod. Learned her first cuss word from Tom, ultimately putting the two of them in time out.

- Wil loves taking pictures with his daughter, wanting to cherish all the memories he can of her this small forever and pull them up when she’s married.

- Wil is a baby whisperer! He knows how to stop your daughters tears in seconds! Can’t get her to sleep? Bring her to Wilbur! Need her energy out? Take her to lovejoy practices! The boys know what to do.

- Wil loves his daughter more than he can express, and promises to keep her safe forever and more if he has too.

[queseraone]

Okay so now that the season is over and the dust has settled… and also to give us all something to do over the hiatus: what are your five favorite chenford scenes/moments from season 6?

Ooooh, this was fun! Some of these were easy choices, and some took a little more thought.

5. The 17st Trophy (in 6x03)

This was so incredibly sweet, and spoke volumes about how Tim was truly putting in the effort to be supportive of Lucy and her aspirations. The fact that he was able to make her smile and laugh after such a trying day is a testament to how well they understand each other. (And, hello, “you could never disappoint me”??? That ended me!)

4. The Kojo Card (in 6x08)

This scene!!!!!! I've missed Kojo so much (and I try not to think too much about all the moments we missed out on while Tim and Lucy were together), so it was so nice to have him back again. This scene perfectly showcases how deeply Tim and Lucy still care about each other. It showed us how Tim is facing the consequences of his decision to end the relationship, and it showed Lucy that he absolutely still cares. It's such a beacon of hope. (Oh, and I think it laid the groundwork for the elevator hug of 6x09, which, fun fact, was a very close #6 on my list. Had this scene not happened, I don't think Lucy would had shown up quite so easily for Tim then.)

3. The Dance (6x02)

Look, the way they can have an entire conversation without saying a single word will forever be one of my favourite things about Chenford, and this was a beautiful showcase of that. The looks on their faces as Tim approached Lucy said it all. And then we see them come together again, and talk and tease and banter and kiss, and they honestly didn't even need to say I love you, because it's written all over their faces and in their body language—it's just so damn obvious. (Oh, and excuse me perfect song choice.)

2. The Breakup (6x06)

Oops, sorry not sorry, but this scene was absolutely incredible. It. Fucking. Hurts. (I literally just sat there staring blankly at my screen for a solid 10 minutes after it ended). But my god, the acting is impeccable. Every word, every look, everything... it's so emotional, no matter how many times I watch it. Eeep even now just looking at this gif I feel like crying and/or throwing up, and that just tells you how amazing it is haha.

1. The Hospital Scene (6x04)

This scene was everything, and, frankly, has earned a place on my list of all-time favourite Chenford scenes. The strong, steady quiet moments like this are so powerful—Tim and Lucy are absolutely each other's safe space.

[novistarplanet]

labyrinth

MafiaBoss!Tenko Shimura x F!Stripper!reader

summary: while working your regular shift one night you caught the eyes of the head mafia boss

cw:choking,unprotected sex,DUBCON,fingering,creampie,reader has a hard life :(, stripping, abandonment,mature language,some nudity,drugs, alcohol, issa lot, also hitting?

wc:3,5k words

a/n: I hope yall enjoy this! it literally took me FOREVER to finish this I enjoy this oneshot I think it's intriguing!

also if you like my work don't be shy to reblog,heart, comment and fllw Thanks!

As the neon color sign of a woman flickers from the outside loud music could be heard blasting from all sides of the illuminated building. Both men and women are filling different areas with money and looking for a one-night stand. The entrance has a long line of people, and everybody knows that the club is controlled by notorious gang members, but no one cares as long as they could find a young native woman to love on for the night.

Your "parents" abandoned you at a young age for the need for drugs, and any other "parent figures" you have come across treated you as distant as compared to their other biological children.

They jump at the offer to pay for their textbooks and any other college expenses. Yet, you were stuck here connecting with a pole every night to continue to endure your miserable life.

Leaving you to deal with college and the stress it came with. Tuition already is kicking you in the ass, being sleep-deprived, doubling, tapping it. That's why you're here, currently getting ready to do a private dance for old seniors who requested you.

They could be tolerable during their failed attempts at trying to sleep with you. Sometimes tipping extra to take shots with them but most of your clients, if you could even call them, comprise middle-aged men grabbing your ass and trying to pull your bra off.

"Don't you think you're a little too young for this?"

"A pretty girl like you shouldn't be here getting dirty for men"

"CMON' sweetheart, let daddy take care of ya. "

You turns and plasters on a forced smile " Yea but a good girl takes care of herself" followed that up with a wink you seductively let your bra strap fall as the beat continues to slow down and the tempo of your hips picks up. Occasionally making eye contact mostly, you look away. The money comes in touch with your skin with a bunch of slick smirks and whistling you waved off.

The slow dance song soon cuts off as you get up and rounded up the money into your bra. Swinging your hips side to side exiting the stage as the next song emerges and a new girl goes on to perform her set on the pole. Heading towards the bar, occasionally smiling and winking, sitting down and waiting for the bartender (Hikaru) to be done serving.

Hikaru worked here for years and knew everything about the club and even met the owners. He faces you and walks your way, bottles in each hand. "ayyy Y/N, whatta you need another' shot?" putting the bottles right back on the display stand. Scanning across the selection of different color bottles about a few seconds later, you settled on a favorite of yours, pointing right at the translucent bottle directly in front of you. "ya pass me a shot of vodka ".

He turns around and pours the liquid as it fills the tiny shot glass. Swiftly sliding it over towards you, "Here kid goes easy on it, kay?" despises his warning you tilt your head back and dump the vodka down your throat. Immediately feeling the stinging hand sanitizer sensation in your throat that spreads quickly, making you release a horrible groan and twisting your face in an instant. "told should ya... shoulda listen t'me"

Once the stinging slowly disappeared, you started speaking again. "mhm, what type of bartender are you? Poisoning your clients, you need to be fired if you asked me. " You both burst into a fit of laughs. The bottle reappears in front of you again and the liquid shines as it pours into your drink.

"Looks like you got yourself some customers Waitin on ya" With a teasing tone you rotate your head around to see his point somewhere off in the distance you turn around to see what he's pointing at "I don't see nothin' ' He chuckles white teeth appearing for a quick second he raises his hand acquainted with another expensive bottle and points again you look up and that's what you see. A group of men all dressed in sloppy suits motioning you to come here.

You rise, sigh while doing so, finishing your short live break and making your way over to the group of men when unexpectedly you felt a set of warm hands grabbing onto your upper arm tugging it back slightly and a high pitch feminine voice spoke.

" Y'n said he needs you backstage!" batting her eyelashes at you and glitter smeared all over her face while her breath hinted at tropical fruitiness and a wide smile as redness appeared on her face.

Adjusting your top and shoving your wad of cash back into your top as it comes off your scoff with your reply. "He can wait. I'm busy"

You couldn't care less what that jackass wanted to do to you here for 1 thing and 1 thing. Only you'll be damned if you're out here doing side missions.

"but he said it was super important he needed you in 1 of the VIP rooms" whining still tugging your arm to follow her then she leaned in into your face and raised one of her hands to cover the side of her mouth, " He says the real REAL owners are here!" vibrant fruit smell smothering your face area in an instant eyebrow forming together in confusion as she speaks

Now everyone in the club knows Yoko isn't exactly a calm person. She's like a hyper chihuahua wagging her tail so this "whisper" wasn't exactly a whisper

"pleaseee y'nnnn I can't go up there I have a private client in a couple of minutes and, luna is in the back high again!" eyes completely forming into huge puppy eyes and sympathy fills your body rapidly as you speak before thinking "fine, but you owe me huge for this"

a big grin floods her face, jumping up and now as her 6-inch heels make a clicking sound each time her titties jiggle with each jump motion "Cmon now! He said he wants you there NOW!" In a quick flash you're being dragged towards a dark beige elevator and the last thing you hear is Hikaru.

"Good luck in their kid' you gunna need it" a wide shit-eating grin emerging on his face

Well, you think it is elevator doors quickly shutting and the more your anxiety displayed buttons glowing yellow as on the tiny screen with each floor passing runs wild. You heard a lot of things about the owner, none of them good things from them laundering drugs to ordering hits to be taking place in the club and-

DING DING DING

the elevator doors open and it greeted you with the sight of your boss (boss name) grabbing your arm and shoving Yoko in the process with a loud "huff" sending her back into the small room with the door quickly closing in front of her

"wait yo-" "enough of that. We gotta get you in here quick" as the both of you speed walk you couldn't help but notice the interior of the room you were in.

A gold chandelier hangs from the top of the ceiling, with multiple paintings of naked pictures of women in various positions. Lights that dressed every area in the room weren't the kind downstairs. No, these were the type that subtlety blended into it and didn't hurt to see when to stare at them for too long

Everything was so polished, even the floor was spotless. Now to think about it, you had been walking for a very lo-

"Okay listen to me if you fuck up even once you're the only one with enough experience Yoko is a bird Brain as well as she can't even walk in her heels and Hana can't even count to 10 and most of the other girls are new and still in training your the only one who has enough, to do this." He rants.

he eyes piercing into your soul for a response,

anxiety once again pierced through you as you mumble a yes before you can even agree to what you're saying

"Great!" a smile suddenly plastering on his face, immensely shifting his mood "Oh yeah, just to be clear if you mess up even once you'll have the boys take care of ya"

What the hell is this pep talk?

"Okay bye Y'n" waving at you and leaving in the process

'WAIT WHA-"

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"Okay OKAY you got this just go out there and dance you do it every single day" you whisper to yourself

you open the door slowly making a sound of a creep peeking in and pushing your forehead in trying to get a good image of the man surrounding the booth.

One had velvety soft silky white hair, the kind that was inside the expensive pillows, the ones that they have publicly displayed at Macy's. Escorting his features were 2 arms filled with tattoos, some of samurai's and others of Maneki Nekos, but he had delicate freckles that sprinkled his face with a strong contour nose.

The other man was dressed up in all-black clothing with a large top hat. You really couldn't identify his features because of the large white mask he was wearing but you could tell he was sexy as he let out a low deep laugh with the other white blonde male with outgrown facial hair over his face.

Now deep inside you purr. Maybe this isn't so bad now.

"tch twice where the hell is my drink?" suddenly a profounded voice made an appearance you couldn't help but drop your mouth at.

The tall man had gray, pale skin covered in scratches and beauty marks, with one being very present below his lip. A large succulent scar decorated the top of the other side. Shabby blue unkempt locs cover his crimson eyes.

Now it's time to put on your big girl panties and do it.

You open the door and you take in what you see. The men didn't promptly notice. you at first. They were too busy with servants walking around with bottles of alcohol and food being brought in and taken out.

Voices blended to create one loud noise, overshadowing the music itself

Well, here goes nothing

Bracing yourself, you walk up onto the stage and dance. Everything around you got. Quiet. You can tell all their focus was. On you now, you could finally hear the music and match your movements to the rhythm of the beat.

as you keep your concentration on the pole and the music you look out at the part of the couch where the man was surrounded and noticed the tall man staring at you immediately his crimson eyes contacting yours as he licked his lips his wandering eyes trailing up and down your body out the most definitely have to ask about you later.

Drawing him out of your mindset.

Just don't focus on him. He's not there

he whistles towards you slowly, raising his long finger and motioning you to come to him.

You ignored him and kept dancing. Your leg wraps around the pole. Your arms pull your body. Up well your other arms support your body achieving a very complex move complex but sexy move.

Just as you lower your body to shake your ass to the music, someone pulls you down from the stage and another girl replaces you.

"hey put me down!!!"

hitting this person's chest and kicking your legs just as a toddler would throw a tantrum and struggling in this tightness feeling each step being taken down.

"I said put me DOWN!"

"you're never gonna stop bitching, are you?"

gradually looking up realizing He was carrying you from the stage abruptly his grip on you became tighter and tighter

It was a pregnant moment of silence. He deadpans for the moment no words are spoken between you two.

He stares at you and you stare back, focusing on his handsome features. Multiple brown little moles are present across his face like a constellation, tiny little scars and scratches here and there on his face, and a tattoo that covers his neck portraying Adam's apple as it bobs slightly.

"So is that a yes?" he sounds bored and unimpressed. You can physically feel the tension rising between you too.

"Wait huh?" your eyebrows start to knit together, scouring his face for a clear answer.

"I asked if you wanted to fuck or not," so nonchalantly glaring at you for a moment with no remorse just like y'all have met before.

you couldn't lie you were turned on by all the dominant aura he was spilling just from his hand gripping your right booty cheek and his breath doused with hints of cognac.

"Yes"

the words leaving your lips in a trance staring here at this unknown man right in front of you wanting to fill your hunger.

he plunged his lips onto yours in a fast and tender way, his tongue breaking the closed force within your lips directly finding your tongue wrapping around it while his hand crawls towards the back of your head and smashes it

it was sloppy and messy but you loved it

ripping apart, leaving strands long of clear saliva hanging unhitch breathing, trying to end its momentum.

This was chaotic.

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"HEY SHIG THEY BOUGHT THE DRINK YOU ASKED FOR" The same blonde male with a scar crossed down his face reappears drinks in hand and a drunkenly smile plastered on his face

His head shakes in response. His nose scrunches with annoyance and distaste

"but you sai-"

THUD

slamming the door mid-sentence mumbling something under his breath about how much there were idiots unexpectedly facing your eyes, lighting up with amusement

strong arms wrapping around your waist lifting you into his hands

For the short time you have known him you realize he's stubborn and insists on carrying you regardless of your protests about how heavy you are.

even though you're more than capable of using your own two legs.

as the two of you walked well one you noticed Short wrinkle structures forming in the middle of his eyebrows as he grumbled something about you being heavy

However, you still let him carry you away. You placed your head on his chest listening to his even heartbeats

looking back up at him, maybe you can help him relax a bit?

your hands trailing across his chest, traveling upwards to his neck, placing small kisses on his jaw snuggling into his neck

"Don't tease or else you'll pay," his voice sounds condescending. He instantly grabs your hand and stops your advances

"Oh and why is that?" holding back your giggle as you look up at him calling his bluff

he stops in his direction and slowly looks down at you

"If you don't stop acting like a goddamn brat, imma fuck you like one" the profound growling voice with bass backup in his tone making you shiver

heat pools towards the bottom of your legs causing you to grind your legs together.

despite all the teasing, you're here in one of the private rooms

blinking rapidly at the new environment turning your head around to get a good view. It was very similar to the hallways with multiple women naked but this time engaging in sex acts.

The bed had pretty big red covers and shiny white smooth sheets probably made of 1000 thread counts of Egyptian cotton along with a bed white headboard.

abrupt yelp rips through your throat when you realize you are no longer in his tough embrace your currently in the air landing in the bed with a loud

THUD!

"what in the hell was that for?" attempting to even your bumpy breathing "What is wrong with him!?!?!?"

a slow sinister smile creeps on his face as removes his shirt and crouches his body making eye-level contact with you

"i'll show you how bad girls get punished "

"HUH"

hands quickly going under the back thigh raising them and taking a dive into your sweet folds heavy breaths against your heat as his tongue shimmies into your pussy like a caterpillar crawling into his cocoon

"mhmm"

hearing your sweet voice moan out in pleasure as your long white acrylics go falling into his forest of blue messy locs like velcro sticking to cotton tilting back various sounds of moans fanning out

sandwiching in between your soft thighs leaving bite marks each time you jerk your body using his hands to spread your legs to the farthest they can go while keeping you in place

this wasn't supposed to happen you were supposed to come to work, dance, and make money not fuck some stranger in the private rooms

"so fuckin good for me y/n wanting to please your master, huh?"

your eyes busting open looking at him with confusion

"how in the hell did he know your name????"

He consumes you whole during a short time drinking your wetness like he was a starving man in the savanna gliding his tongue across your delicate pussy taking his time to spell out his name until his pouty pink lips come across your soft puffy clit like a pirate finding his treasure

"damn princess we really gonna have some fun now" focusing all his attention towards your clit swirling and sucking on the swollen bud taking two of his fingers and shoving them in your feeding them into you swirling them around in you letting you accept his long girth. Clear liquid trickles downward to your cheeks.

he can't help himself painting his tongue all over you putting his head away and looking at the masterpiece he's made of you. drooling all over, legs twitching, and gasping for air, your lower bottom half cramping up with an orgasm.

you bring your hands up desperately trying to move all the strands of hair wet with sweat

he pulls away looking down at your messy pussy getting up from the bed as his hands leave the warmth of your body

"Hey! " feeling the once powerful orgasm pressed against you rapidly fading away using your elbows to raise your limp body up

you stopped in your tracks noticing he wasn't leaving

He was getting ready.

His pants are degraded on the floor as he gets onto the bed crawling towards your sprawled-out body on the bed.

he leans in into your face you can hear his rough uneven breathing

"Can I hit you?"

you nodded

then he took your chin into his hand squeezing tightly redirecting your head to look him in his eyes

"open your mouth and say you understand"

"yes"

"Yes, what?" your chin still in his warm palms this time squeezing harder and shaking it

"yes you can hit me"

without a warning, he lets go of your chin and lets his hands encircle your throat

taking his other hand and wrapping it around his hard, throbbing cock, his eyes concentrating on your wet pussy. the tip of his cock was an enraged pink a hot pink and throbbing against your heat

he guided his cock slowly against your slit up and down and down and up all around rubbing the tip against the bundle of sensitive nerves

shit how was that thing going to fit inside you

All thoughts were pushed aside when you felt an intrusion entering your gummy walls, his hands going back to your clit rubbing at a much faster pace than before easing himself inch by inch watching your fat pussy take him in.

“P-please,” blinking away the tears through your eyelashes causing them to blur up your vision

"oh? So this is what you want" His hips slap into you causing a wave of pleasure to come through your body. "your such a good whore taking me all nicely"

His lewd words caused your pussy to clench around him embracing his length as it accepted his thrusts. His muffled moans and the rhythm of his hips begin to build up inside your tummy again

as a ring of white at the base of his cock formed and begins to spread as he enters in and out slapping you out of your thoughts and leaning in “Make eye contact with me”

you were taking deep breaths feeling another organism creep up

“Too much” You put your hands on the wrinkled bed sheets trying to push up your body and wiggling your hips from under him. attempting to run away.

“ah ah, you’re supposed to be looking at me.” pulling your hands down again as his cock makes a "pap" "pap" sounds as it bangs against your abused cunt

His thrusts get sloppier and uneven you can tell he was getting close you both are

your walls clenching tightly forcing his cock to twitch inside of you feeling him emptying himself inside of you hot cum creeping out your abused pussy in its disheveled state

“shit my bad I got carried away”

[risingsunresistance]

21 25 30

For the song thing

21. three songs of your childhood

midnight - coldplay feels weird calling this my childhood but. it was 10 years ago. i was 13 😭 i remember when ghost stories dropped and i was scrambling to find a cd. got to midnight on the album and was just sitting there staring out my window like "........ THIS IS COLDPLAY?"

swedish house mafia - don't you worry child this song left me in shambles fkjhdg. also WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE OFFICIAL VIDEO HAS NEARLY 1B VIEWS HUH??? i have no scope of how popular things are-

linkin park - valentine's day the first time i heard this song was on the way to an easter church service *(&#@(*%^*#@& it took me so long to find out which linkin park song it was i had heard and tbh i'm still not 100% sure this was the right one. the radio we had at the time didn't have a display so all i have is my terrible memory to go off of lmao

25. three favorite songs of 2017

i dont even remember 2017 tbh but another light released in 2017 so

memories lie - red vox

settle for less - red vox

this was technically RELEASED in 2018 but recorded with the rest of another light so i'm counting it. please listen to stranded - red vox it is a masterpiece

30. three songs you really want your followers to know (for reasons other than all those above)

errasuriz - kiltro the part at 2:49 kills me it changed my life forever

creature - half alive i am creation both haunted and holy, made in glory... GOD.

honeywell - clem turner this is actually one of the best songs i've ever heard and i'm really mad that it hasn't even hit 250k

[kuwdoravids]

Year in Vidding Review: 2023

Year-end round-up/meme: 2007 | 2008 | 2009 | 2010 | 2011 | 2012 | 2013 | 2014 | 2015 | 2016 | 2017 | 2018 | 2019 | 2020 | 2021 | 2022

April What (Yennefer of Vengerberg) The Witcher Netflix Making of "What" commentary: do it for the process (and for Yennefer!) The Witcher Netflix Mr. Brightside (Jaskier/Geralt/Yennefer) The Witcher Netflix

June Skipping Stones (Fringilla Vigo) The Witcher Netflix

August In Our Wake (Vilgefortz/Geralt) The Witcher Netflix

December [Festivid Assignment] - redacted until reveals! [Festivid Treat] - redacted until reveals!

Review questions under the cut.

Random process notes:

Well, I have been kidding for *counts* 16 years now?? I guess I kind of know what I’m doing when I have a good idea of what a vid is like inside my head. Which is why most of these vids took less than a week to make and none of them were on my actual to-make list that I had written down at the beginning of the year. Flighty ADHD/anxiety brain just latching onto the feelings of the moment and zooming across the timeline until I can call it done. I think I started two non-witcher vids during the year before Festivids but the witcher hyperfixation remains too strong. Everything else falling to the WIP piles. I tried to finish my Moonhaven vid but couldn’t focus. Tried to finish my Green Knight and Blade vids but no, my brain was more interested in writing +70k of fic this year, aha.

Overall thoughts:

HEY I made Festivid stuff! I can vid-non Witcher things! I was really worried there that my brain was just forever stuck on Witcher but! I did it.

Anyway. I really love vidding The Witcher Netflix and keep building up my clip gallery for easy reference for when I can settle in for the next witcher vid. I keep fuck up my exports though because I’m doing everything too quickly and not paying enough attention. So there’s some export-related things and a few minor clips I would have changed if I weren’t caught up in a in a rush. But overall I’m very, very happy with my crop of vids this year.

Favorite Vid:

Most of the time I have upwards of 8-16 vids a year and it’s easier to pick a favorite. When I do so few… they’re all my favorite. For different reasons.

For my Yennefer vid it’s my favorite editing.

For Mr. Brightside it’s my favorite song choice and tone (this is a cover in the style of The B-52s) for Jaskier.

My Fringilla vid — it’s my favorite thing that came together from all of the season footage of her character from seasons 1 and 2 and the song just makes me so happy that it tied everything together for her.

For the Vilgefortz/Geralt vid, oh it’s my favorite because it’s my pure id, heh, and my favorite build/pacing of all my vids.

My festivids are my favorite because I have been wanting to make things them for awhile now but hadn’t had the focus. And then I did!

Hardest to make:

The only thing that was hard was me exporting shitty stuff and not realizing it until days or weeks after I uploaded and crossposted. Anyway. I took my time with my festivid exports so those should look pretty good. Most successful:

They are all successful in my heart. I love them.

My best vid:

Probably my Fringilla or Vilgefortz/Geralt vid. I’m so happy how they turned out.

Most fun vid:

Mr. Brightside. I love playing with Jaskier’s humor with the song choice and the transitions.

Things I learned in 2023:

Mmm, I am still worked up about my fic WIPs and life anxieties that I wasn’t able to do more vidding things that I wanted. As for the projects themselves, I learned that it’s very handy to have a standing clip gallery all labelled and ready for when I want to make my next Witcher Netflix vid.

In 2024:

I always want to be ambitious in the new year but always end up wandering in completely unexpected directions. In any case I would love to finish my Moonhaven vid and get my brain in order to find the last of the Black Sails source I need for a vid idea that has been eating my brain for 4 months now. I also have my Philippa Eilhart Witcher vid I want to make as well as a season 3 Witcher Netflix vid too that’s taking up space in my brain.

[kteezy997]

You and Her, Together//T.C.

Plot: sexually confused reader wants to hook up with co-star Timothée but can’t focus because of her girl crush that won’t get out of her mind and Timothée catches on

Warnings: smut, cursing, unprotected sex, female reader being sexually frustrated while hooking up with Timothee, horny Timo, mention of bisexuality, reader having a girl crush while also crushing on Timothee, mention of a future threesome

Timothée was more than excited to hook up with y/n. They had been crushing on each other on set for what seemed like forever and had been in a committed flirtationship. He found it difficult to even become interested in someone else because it felt like he’d be betraying her.

Finally, the time for them to be together had arrived. They went to a nice dinner and afterward, Timothee took y/n home to his apartment. She sat on the couch as he went over to play some mood music on the record player. He settled on one of his favorite R&B songs and turned on his heel to face her. A cocky grin crept onto his lips.

y/n smiled back, and he came over to her, sitting extremely close, so close that it was nearly intoxicating for them both. He leaned in, touching his nose to hers and letting his fingertips graze over her cheeks. Timothee pressed a chaste kiss on her lips at first, then leaned away to look into her eyes. They grinned at each other.

He took her sweet eye contact as a sign to continue further. He caressed her hair and rested his hand on the back of her head. The next kiss he gave her was deeper and more sensual than before. He attempted to introduce his tongue into her mouth, but her lips would not part.

She was kissing him back but wouldn't let it get any deeper. She also wouldn't put her hands on him at all, her chest was turned toward him, and she was kissing him, but the rest of her body language was not in tune enough for him. He wasn't mad or offended. He was concerned, however, that she wasn't as into him as he thought.

Timothee didn't want this night to go on any longer if she wasn't there with him, one hundred percent. He pulled away from her mouth, and said, "You're not into this. I mean, at least not completely. Obviously, you're still into me, otherwise you wouldn't be here right now. But I can't do this, not if you're holding back. Are you okay, y/n?" His brows furrowed as he focused on how she was going to reply.

"Oh, Timmy," she sighed, putting her hand on her head. "I'm sorry. I really like you, it's not that. It doesn't have anything to do with you, you're... prefect." "Oh no." he grimaced, joking, "This isn't one of those 'it's me, not you' moments, is it?" She laughed, putting her hand on his leg. "No! I promise you, it's not. I've just been confused lately."

"Confused...about what?" he cocked his head to the side slightly. She inhaled sharply, and exhaled, saying, "Okay, honestly, I don't think I'm totally straight." His eyes widened, his eyebrows raised, "Oh." "Yeah, 'oh." she sighed, leaning back onto the couch. "Hey, it's okay. It's nothing to be embarrassed about. Sexuality is a tricky thing sometimes."

Timmy loosened up a bit, just wanting her to know that she was in a safe space. "Do you wanna talk to me about it?" he asked. She shrugged, "I don't know how to explain it." He nodded, "Okay, how long have you felt like this?" "The last couple of years, I'd say. I mean, all you hear as a woman is, "When are you gonna get a boyfriend?" or "Have you been seeing any guys lately?" and things like that. And I just never thought to explore other...options."

"So, what makes you think you're not straight? Like are there any women you're attracted to?" Timothee leaned in closer to her, giving her his full attention. "Well, I've always thought that women are pretty, but lately I've noticed that there are women that I'm actually attracted to." "Okay, okay, is there any one in particular that you would like to..uh, ya know." he grinned awkwardly.

"Timmy, you want to help me get laid?" she asked, giggling at the way the night had transpired. He shrugged, "I mean, I can be here for whatever you might need." "Well, thank you. I appreciate that." she blushed, and moved forward, holding onto him as she kissed his lips. "You're so sweet." she whispered as she parted her mouth from his.

Timothee smiled and pecked her lips. He embraced her and held her to him as he lay back on the couch with her. Y/n let herself get comfy as she cuddled up to him. "Okay, so who is she?" He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at her. Y/n giggled; her face began turning red. "Ohh, there definitely is someone." Timmy teased. "Oh, shut up, Timmy." she laughed nervously, and hid her face in the crook of his neck.

"Oh, no no. You've gotta tell me, y/n." She looked at him, ready to spill her guts. "Wait, before you do, does this mean that you and I aren't... like, a thing anymore?" He bit his lip after his question, feeling a little bit nervous himself. "No! Timmy, not at all. I'm sorry to make you question this! I mean, that's the thing: I think about...sex with you, and then sex with her, and then I think about...fucking both of you at the same time."

Timothée grinned like a mad man. “Wow.” “Yeah.” she giggled, then smashed her lips onto his. She moaned into his mouth hungrily. He rested his hands on her ass as she grinded her hips against him on the couch. She started whining softly, whimpering as he grew hard against her crotch.

“So, uh-" he spoke weakly, “who is this girl, y/n?” She didn’t stop moving on him. “Mm-oh, um her name’s Maddie, she’s in hair and makeup. Blonde, tan skin, plump pink lips.” “Oh yeah,” he said, gripping her tightly by the hips as she fucked him through his jeans, “yeah, I think I know who you’re talking about. She’s hot.” “Yeah, she’s really sweet and smart too.”

“More sweet and smart than me?” he pouted. “Timmy,” she cooed, lowering her face to his, “it’s not a competition. I still want you as much as I always have.” “Yeah? I’m glad to hear that. Why don’t you show me how much you want me?”

Y/n smirked, “Gladly. I want you all to myself first anyway.” She then smashed her lips to his, moaning softly, yet hungrily in the process. Timmy moaned too, holding her closer. “What do you mean me first? Like you wanna threesome after this?” he asked, speaking between heated kisses.

“I mean, if you and she are both willing, then yes.” She smiled, hopefully. “Oh,” he said, realizing, “okay, I’m good with that.” “Oh, thank you Timmy, I’m so glad!” she leaned into his neck, pressing her lips to his skin. “God, you turn me on so much.” she whispered against him, and she started moving against his crotch again.

y/n snuck her hands underneath his shirt, sprawling her fingers over his warm tummy. She gradually began pushing the fabric of his shirt up and over his head as he raised his arms. Timmy then took the lead and pulled her shirt off and in the same motion, reached behind her and unhooked her bra. He palmed her breasts, and she moaned softly as he pressed against her hard nipples.

Timmy leaned down, capturing her left nipple in his wet mouth, sucking on it lightly, then moving to the right one, moaning around her puckering bud. y/n wove her fingers into his curls, tugging on them a little bit as he ran his tongue over her breasts. He stopped after a moment, and smirked up at her.

He grabbed her, and gently tossed her onto her back on the seat of the couch, making her laugh before he crawled onto her and kissed her sloppily. He put nearly all his weight on her, they were skin flushed against skin, creating heat and friction between them. Timmy pulled away from her, and y/n immediately felt a coldness, and longing for him to return to the spot he was in.

He had raised up and sat back on his heels to unbutton and pull down his jeans. "Tell me what you want, y/n." he said, looking down at her with hooded eyes. "I want you to fuck me." "Yeah?" "Yes." she hooked her legs around his waist. "Please." she pleaded, looking up at him with a doe eyed expression. He chuckled, shifting his body down as his cock sprang up. Y/n moaned at the sight of his cock, standing tall and drips of precum leaking from his tip.

"You ready?" "Yes, I want you inside me." With that, he took ahold of his cock, and pressed it to her opening. As he slid inside her, he leaned in and kissed her deeply, and she opened her mouth wide for him to slip his tongue in. He instantly began bucking his hips with shallow thrusts, letting her adjust to his length at her own pace.

"Fuck, Timmy!" she cried, digging her fingernails into his back and clamping her legs around him. Timmy panted, rocking his hips and spreading her walls as he entered her further. She clenched her eyes shut, keeping still, and letting him rut inside of her. She continued spewing profanities and crying out praises for him.

After some time, he was hitting her hard and deep, filling her up completely with his length. She started to feel numb, and he pressed his fingers on her clit, slowly rubbing her. "Mmm, yes, yes, right there!" she moaned, as he hit her g spot perfectly in time with rubbing her swollen clit. "Fuck, I'm gonna come!" "Yes, baby, I want your cum all over my dick. I'm gonna fill up this pussy." Timmy cooed.

"Ahhh!" she whined, arching her back, her breasts right in front of his face. The view and the vibrations of her pussy around him pushed him over the edge and they both came. They took several breaths to steady themselves and she pecked his lips and said, "I don't really know if a threesome would top that."

[tj-dragonblade]

Top 5 Nightwish songs, go!

*sobbing*

I need you to understand. I tried to do a top ten a few years ago and managed to settle on a pool of 30 songs in no specific order. You have landed on one of the most difficult top-fives I could have been asked. Congratulations (and thank you, sincerely 💜). But I did it, after much thought and deliberation and with the caveat that ranking is extremely changeable after the first two:

1. Gethsemane I have to put this at number one since it is the most-played song in my library by a very wide margin. And it's very much a favorite. Gorgeous melody, so much devastating desperation conveyed, the frenetic piano runs, the cascading 'strings', the soaring vocals and some wonderfully poetic lines scattered thoughout the lyrics as well. 'Prayed more than thrice for you to see/The wolf of loneliness in me'. I love this song. So, so much.

2. Taikatalvi It's short but nigh on perfect, dark-waltzy 6/8 music-box intro swooping into melody equal parts foreboding and enchanting, vocals like a warning, by turns sweet or sinister, sweeping orchestrals, just. Extremely wintery and Fey all around. Follow the call and you may never see your own world again, but it may also be worth it.

3. Ghost Love Score Epic. I have been in love with this song since the first moment I heard it back in 2005. The perfect blend and interplay between the metal elements and the symphonic elements. All the time change stuff going on in the intro alone. The sweeping soaring lead vocal melody in the chorus over the choral chanting. 'If you be the one to/cut me I'll bleed forever'. The interlude through the middle, the switch to 6/8, the way it crashes back into the song after this break. The eventual return to the initial elements and the climactic rise in the melody I just. Yes Floor took the song to a whole new level, yes my favorite rendition is at Wacken 2013, but Tarja's studio version as linked above was the version I fell in love with and the version that introduced me to the band altogether.

4. The Poet and the Pendulum The melodrama and the bombast. The raw emotional journey, the discontent and misery and longing and anger-depression-despair, the final melancholy calm rising toward comfort and hope. The swings from melodic to discordant, the way it finishes like ripples on the ocean, soothing all that pain to peace and acceptance and moving-on. A 14-minute masterpiece of turbulence and exorcism.

5. Beauty and the Beast I will not deny that some of my love for this song is because it draws at least in part on the Disney version. 'Your ocean pulls me under/Your voice tears me asunder/Love me before the last petal falls'. Beyond that, I love the melodic change-ups, the back-and-forth vocals, the harpsichord patch on the keyboard, the rhythmic way it comes back in for the final section and the wordless soaring vocals over top as it finishes off, the growl at 4:20, that crystalline-delicate little melody tinkling over top of everything at 5:11. This was the one song back in the beginning that most clearly sign-posted where their sound was headed, the most 'Quintessential Nightwish' song off the first album, if you will. It's not particularly popular among the modern fans but holy crap I love it. So much. I am still so very emotionally distraught that we will never have the opportunity to hear a Floor-and-Marko version of this song, also.

Ask me my top 5 anything

[ur-blxxdy-valentine]

He really is. Well you know how I said my friend's father took away all her social media so we can't talk at all...... my ex was one of her personality alters, she had multiple personality disorder and yes, she was fine with me and her alter dating. Even though he was surly irritating at times because he was a dense bitch god he meant so well and was so sweet- he is like a ditzy blonde bimbo but he's also smart at the same time. He's just the biggest goofball ever..... he never failed to make me smile and make me feel better. He always made me feel safe and loved and cared for and never left my side no matter how hard I pushed him and threatened him to leave me..... which I'm thankful for since that was my BPD and fight or flight sense kicking in really bad...... he made me feel so vulnerable and enough to trust him with a part of me I like to keep a secret because of what it deals with. He accepted me as I was and when I first met him I fell for him instantly.... it was kind of a stupid reason that made me fall in love with him but he knew and liked one of my favorite 80s rockbands ever, Cinderella. His favorite band is Motley Crue and his favorite album is Dr. Feelgood while his favorite song was Sticky Sweet...... He was absolutely perfect..... he was just as fucked up as me in every way possible and even worse than me....... he has a certain paraphilia I don't quite approve of but I am not one to judge due to it being due to other reasons I don't want to speak of and it's not my place to speak of his trauma and issues....... but he indulged himself and help me find comfort in myself with my paraphilias and fetishes and I am forever grateful for the fact he never looked at me as a monster for them but rather used them to his advantage whenever he wanted to do things...... he was perfect in every way and god- the petnames- he had me wrapped around my finger..... I truly love him as I do my fiancés....... he's my Carnage..... and he called me his Belladonna, as in the poisoness plant Nightshade and he also called me Dahlia because one of my favorite cases is The Black Dahlia case..... he said I was just as beautiful as she and was as deadly and venomous as Nightshade......

Sorry for ranting a little- but ya...... there's alot more

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i’m so sorry that happened. he does sound like such an angel :( i had an ex i called my Belladonna as well and that just threw me back 💔 maybe one day you guys will meet again. some people come and go throughout life and it’s always such a painful mystery to me. can people really just disappear forever? if dedicated to find each other, i believe they’ll be found. i do have very weird view on life and people. it’s too positive for the way that the world is. as long as you don’t die young, i do believe you’ll find him again. if not him, then some how the miraculous better. never settle and keep looking till you find someone who truly makes you feel amazing. you deserve someone who makes you feel good <3

[buckets-and-trees]

💜- top 3 favorite lines

💻- three works of yours that are must reads

⭐️- how do you get your inspiration?

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THANK YOU FOR THE ASKS, EM! I may or may not have gotten carried away with the answers...

💜- top 3 favorite lines: THIS WAS HARD AND EASY. Sometimes I'll know if a particular

“In future you kneel for only me, no one else.” from Consort Namor x Reader, smut, post Wakanda Forever ....this line iykyk AND I KNEW WHAT I WAS DOING WHEN I WROTE THAT

“Maybe I was tired of better. Maybe I decided I wanted easy. Besides, some of this is so much better.” from The Ashes In My Wake dark!Daredevil x Reader, non-con smut

“You can’t stop me from getting what I want, and this world has already taken so much from you, so why not get something you want?” from hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have dark!Wanda, Bucky x Reader, non-con/dub-con smut

....and sometimes I don't write smut, but honestly I guess I mostly always write plot with smut or smut adjacent

OH WELL

💻- three works of yours that are must reads

Witchview [1.3k] Reader insert (witch!reader), Steve stays in the present after Endgame, post-WandaVision, smut, magic, manipulation, dark-ish This I had the concept just spring up and fall out of my head REALLY quickly, and it was so fun to explore. It was for a 1300-word challenge, so wrestling down the word count while trying to maintain all the plot I needed to get across was difficult but satisfying. Aaaaand I may or may not be actively working on fleshing it out into an entire saga with the before and after.

Fire Burning from a Cedar Tree [3.4k] Reader insert, king!Steve, Royal AU, smut, fluff Writing this one was very immersive for me as I tried to convey a very particular narrative that I wanted to convey specific emotional moments with. And it was another one that moved along very quickly once I'd conceived the idea.

The Brooklyn Boys [12-part drabble/one-shot series] Reader insert, Steve, Bucky, fluff You know when Infinity War came out and then those of us who were in the fandom at that time had to wait A WHOLE YEAR to find out WHAT IN THE FREAKING HELL WAS GOING TO HAPPEN but now no one ever has to fully suffer that ever again? This series was kind of like that. It was the first stuff I wrote and posted to create this blog and start being part of fandom again, and I knew exactly what was going to happen in all 12 parts, and there's a Particular Plot Point reveal that once it happened, the comments I got were OMG I WASN'T EXPECTING THAT BUT OF COURSE. But now that it's all published, there's no real avoiding it without sacrificing the practice of properly tagging everything appropriately (which I wholeheartedly support).

⭐️- how do you get your inspiration?

Songs, prompt lists, challenges, watching or reading something that spawns me to start playing around with an idea for something else... I have a very analytical mind but with lots of creative energy, so almost anything can inspire me. It's definitely more to do with whether or not I have the mental capacity to dedicate to creative projects or not. My undergrad was English with emphasis in Creative Writing (my uni you had to pick Creative Writing, Non-Fiction, or Poetry for a focus) and once I was done with my last year in particular, I'd had to put so much concentration into writing projects that I was done for like eight months, just needed a rest. A year later I moved from a part-time job into a full time position that also necessitated a move to a new town, so between trying to learn a new job, I was also trying to build a new life, get settled into a new apartment, and by the time I started having free mental energy again, it was around the time I also needed to start considering a graduate degree, so that then took up ALL my extra time for two years, and I had reading/writing burnout again after that.

My early fandom days I did a lot of missing scenes/alternate scenes/background characters/rare pairings stuff, "what if" fics, sequel fics, and in HP dove heavy into Marauder Era stuff. Now it's pretty driven in there being so much open to play with in the MCU fandom from the gamut of "missing scenes"/moments between films to fix it to fill the time between now and the next film to just pure AU exploration because I'm enthralled by some of the characters that it's just... idk. Some writers will probably always be more popular and gain followings more easily than me because they can hone in and do one things (whether it's a character or a genre or a fandom) really well and maybe by not splitting their focus so much can tame the muse a little more easily to be able to write more consistently for their readers...

But I adore exploring so many different ideas, and for me the ebb and flow of different muses and plot bunnies I think helps me to stay motivated long term, because some thought while I'm driving or in the grocery store or folding laundry will pull me back to the writing in general, and I'm less likely to get stuck trying to figure out one thing.