#also lightbulb is my darling angel and i love her so much

[giggly-moon]

,,finished inan,,,imate,,,insanity

god i need to yap about this show in some way it’s so good and the ending made me feel so many emotions and APPARENTLY THERES GONNA BE MORE THIS YEAR?? i’m definitely not expecting a full on season 4 since the ending of season 2 felt very much like an ending ending yknow but i am hoping we get to see what all the characters are doing now (especially paper and oj now that they’ve been confirmed a canon couple i NEED to see them doing cute couple things)

[tteokdoroki]

Taro tea title game request.

So, I know I've sent you two things recently and one for your 3k event already (congrats on that btw!) So feel free to ignore/skip this or the other but, I have a scenario, not really sure if you'd wanna write the beginning, ending or anything but feel free to be creative and go where your inspiration takes you.

So, I have to believe being Kiri's girlfriend means he brags/shows off anything he like/love/remotely enjoys about you with anyone and everyone who will listen to him. Not in a 'look at what I have you fucking losers' kind of way but rather in a 'i fucking love my girlfriend and love sharing how amazing she is' kind of way.

I feel like kiri being kiri also has no trouble sharing even things about your sex lives (unless you say you're not ok with that). Which leads me to the kinda kinky but also super hot (at least to me) mess.

So one day he's having a guys night or something so Sero, Bakugou and Denki are over. They get on the topic of sex and stuff and somehow squirting comes up and Kiri is just like "yea, y/n does that. It's super hot." Que the group, except bakugou, who already know about this and has probably seen it cause he and Kiri are just that close being like wow that's hot and amazing.

Now at this moment you happen to stroll through the room cause you're hiding out in the bedroom so they can have guy time but you needed a snack or something. And a lightbulb goes off in Kiri's head. He loves showing you off.

One thing leads to another, and there you are on his lap, with him giving a demonstration of you *talents* with three sets of eyes taking in every detail to permanently etch it into their memories.

(this is all under the presumption that you are a consenting participant and all on lookers are either single or have an understanding with their S/O)

Hope you don't mind me sending this and once again no biggie if it's not something you wanna write! Love you and your content and don't wanna demand anything! 🦊

taro title: wide open + beginning.

tteokdoroki teaparty event masterpost!!!

♡ pairing: eijirou kirishima x fem!reader.

♡ genre: mdni, 18+, smut.

♡ summary: eijirou gives his friends a demonstration on how to make their girl squirt and you are the test subject.

♡ warning(s): heavy smut, squirting, exhibitionism, male masturbation, fingering ( female receiving ), pussy slaps :]

♡ author’s note(s): reee don’t worry about the number of requests darling !! i want to do as many as i can to give back to everyone 🥺 GOT A BIT CARRIED AWAY BUT anyways i hope you enjoy this one !!

in all honesty, you weren’t to sure how you ended up in this situation. one moment, you were headed downstairs to grab a quick drink during your study break; the next you were plastered against your boyfriend’s firm chest— his large hand between your thighs as he spreads you out for all his friends to see.

one a month, eijirou invited his old college buddies over for guys night— a lot of them lead busy lives now and your boyfriend never asked for much, it was the least you could do to open up your home to his friends. for the most part, they were all nice guys, bakugou you had known the longest and he was much like a brother to you whilst you’d met kaminari and sero at your boyfriend’s college reunion. you never really sat in on the guys nights, keeping to yourself in your shared bedroom. occasionally when you popped out you’d be able to hear their topics of conversation.

tonight, just so happened to be about squirting.“oh yeah, my pretty girl squirts for me all the time.” eijirou hums proudly, taking a sip from his beer with a smirk as two of three out his friends hoot wildly. bakugou might have seen one or two things in the past, but the others believed you were completely innocent in bed due to your naturally quiet aura and personality. “it’s pretty cute, actually.”

and thats how you end up in your current predicament. your body flares with heat as three sets of eyes watch your movements eagerly— from the drastic rise and fall of your chest to the rapid, slick movement between your shaky legs. “c’mon now angel, feel your thighs tryna close around my hand— keep em wide open for me... so we can put on a show for them baby...” you look up to kirishima with tear stricken eyes, his hand never stopping as his thumb swipes vigorously against your clit. pressing two fingers against your entrance, you whine and search for the comfort in his ruby eyes.

you know that kirishima would never do anything to put you at risk, your comfort was always his top priory in the a scene like this and his only rules were that you listened and behaved well for him. with laboured breathing, your hole spasms around the digits that stretch you wide open and spread your arousal across your puffy folds. “yes, daddy,” comes your vulnerable smile as you relax your thighs that straddle your boyfriend’s. pride flashes across his face and he relents in curling his fingers to press down on your spongy g-spot. a reward for his good girl.

“she calls you daddy?” sero asks, succeeding in capturing your attention. your gaze trails down the man, his lean figure practically hanging off of his seat to catch sight of your cunt. eijirou had made sure to show you off nicely, shredding your cotton shorts and forcing your panties to the side in order to put your glistening hole on display. he’d rip your panties off later if he needed more room. either of your legs are hooked around his own, so if he spread his legs with you in his lap— he could help your flower blossom.

eijirou nods to his friend, free hand sliding up your flimsy camisole to expose your breasts before he pinches at the pebbled nipple. “the key to getting her to squirt isn’t just the way you touch her, but the way you talk and handle her as well. she trusts that i’ll take care of her as her daddy, right baby?” the way the red head and is friends discuss you as if you’re not even there makes your heat spasm— the sight alone earning groans from all three men, noises that you admit you want to hear more of.

“mmhm,” is all you manage to whimper out.

kaminari speaks next, amber eyes locking with yours. “fuck that’s cute, your lil cunt gonna squirt from the way daddy talks to you?” the blonde chuckles, forcing you to watch as his own hand slides beneath his pants to relieve the hard on thats formed from watching you. it doesn’t take you long to realise that all three men have been fisting their cocks to you. you almost nod your head in agreement.

a growl of possession rumbles in kirishima’s chest, the vibrations going straight to your pussy and adding pressure to the unwinding knot of your orgasm. he delivers a harsh spank to your folds, euphoria clogging your brain and clouding your vision as you cry out for him. “look at me,” kirishima snarls into your ear, laughing lowly as you gyrate your hips into the heal of his palm to earn friction against your clit. you glance up; a dark look you’ve seen oh so many times before. “why don’t you squirt for them baby? and after that, daddy’s gonna make them practice what they’ve learned on you, how does that sound?”

your body shakes and you can see the peak of your release on the horizon. you’d be a fool to say no to that.

[cedric-stories]

A Garden Date (Cedric x Reader)

(i was going to attach a picture of a garden but couldn’t find one that matched the one in my head. So, imagine, if you will, a secret beautiful garden.)

Reader pronouns: she/her

Plot: It is getting later in the evening in Enchantica. You just got off work and are heading to your room. Working as a nurse in the castle is no easy task. Everyday there is some new major injury. Either someone breaks a leg or gets caught up in a magical curse. As much as you don’t like to admit it, curses were always your favorite. Take today for instance, a royal guard had come in with an unusual frog in his throat.

Author’s note: I am in college to become a nurse is where the weird job comes from, lol. I thought this would be kinda cute but it’s also kinda a dumb fic. The ending has been something I’ve had in the back of my mind for years (like six years) and I just now have given my writing skills a chance to create it. Hope y’all like it! Also, the nurse at the front desk thing is from a few experiences that have happened with my ex and I, people bug the crap out of me sometimes, lol! Hope there isn’t too many grammar issues. 

This will probably be the last fanfic for a few days! I need to get the rest finished. I have like three in the works but who knows when i’ll be able to finish them!? I’d say give me around 4 days to finish???

           Warnings: Again, I’m sorry for the make out stuff. Just a little this time though.

           Word Count: Around 1,800

 A Garden Date

“And what seems to be the problem, sir?” you asked the man sitting in front of you.

“Well, I seem to have this cough. It started late last night, and it hasn’t let up.”

           “Let me see. What does it sound like?”

“Um, well, it sounds a little like a frog.”

           You tried to contain your joy. “A frog?” you ask, turning to the side to get the phone.

“Yes, I know it sounds weird, but it started to- “he was cut off by a loud RIBIT coming out of his mouth.

           “Oh my. I’ll get something to help right away!” And with that, you scurry off to the nurse’s break room.

           You grab your cell phone and begin dialing. You heard it pick up.

“Well, hello, Y/N. It’s nice to hear your voice so early in the day.” The man said answering the phone.

           You felt a knot curl in your stomach.

“Hi, Cedric. How are you?”

           “I am very well, just finishing up a few orders. What makes you call?”

“Well,” you begin with a breath, “I have this patient that came in. He seems to croak like a frog every time he speaks, and I was wondering if you could fix it?”

“Of course, I’ll be down in a few minutes. Was that all?”

You knew he could tell by your tone of voice there was more you needed to say.

           You looked around the office for a minute then closed the door.

“I really miss you. I guess I’ve grown very attached to my royal sorcerer.”

           Cedric didn’t answer for a minute. You loved doing this. It was always so easy to get him flustered.

           “I-um-I missed you too, sweetheart.”

“If you’re not busy tonight, how about we go on a date?”

           “I’d like that, but where?”

You thought about it then answered, “How about the gardens? Maybe around 6?”

           “Well then, 6 it is, angel.”

You tried not to blush. “Alright, see you soon with that potion as well, okay?”

           “Oh right, yes, see you soon. Love you, Y/n.”

“Love you too.”

It was about an hour later when Cedric came by the office.

“Yes, and you have a potion for what?” The nurse at the front door questioned him.

Cedric sighed

           “I have an elixir for Y/n’s patient with the frog in his throat.”

The nurse gave a quizzical look.

           “Oh really? And what is your elixir going to do for him?”

“It is going to heal him, ma’am.” Cedric answered her, getting rather annoyed. “And for your information, it will not only heal him but heal twice as fast as any human ways possible.” He added with a smug look on his face.

           She just looked at him with no expression. “But what is the point of you going back there to give it to the nurse who requested it?”

           “Well, because I’d like to see my- “

“Girlfriend.” You said walking over to Cedric and the woman.

           The nurse looked shocked.

“You’re his” she paused, “girlfriend?”

           “Yes I am.” You replied happily, wrapping both your arms around the man.

           Cedric gave a goofy look and returned the gesture with a hug.

“Well, I guess I just did not imagine someone like you with someone like him.”

           Your eyes widened and you put a hand on your hip.

“And why not?”

           “Well, he just doesn’t look like your type.”

“How so?”

           “He’s just different from you.”

“How?”

           The nurse leaned up against the desk.

“well, he’s just not as attractive as you, that’s all.”

           You were stuck with horror.

“Excuse you, ma’am, but you have no right to say such a thing. He is my boyfriend ad it is none of your business is he is as ‘attractive’ as you’d imagine him. He’s perfect to me.” You rolled your eyes. “Come on, love.” You and Cedric started walking away. Then, you grabbed him by the collar and decided to kiss him hard on the lips. You gave one last look at the nurse in front and walked Cedric to the backroom.

           Once you had shut the door behind him, you grabbed him again and kissed. This time you both shared a long kiss that led to Cedric almost falling over a chair.

           He blushed. “well, that was pretty embarrassing.”

You giggled. “It was pretty cute to me.”

           Cedric looked down almost in shame for a minute then remembered.

“Oh, I have your potion.” He said, reaching inside his robe. “Here you go.”

           You grabbed the bottle from him and set it down.

“Well, thank you, Mr. Cedric.” You teased, walking over to him, and putting your arms around his waist.

           You leaned up and touched your nose to his, nuzzling with him a little.

“I can’t wait for our date tonight.”

           Cedric got a bit flustered and breathed out a small laugh.

“I can’t either, love.”

           You stood up on your tiptoes and gave him a kiss. Cedric replayed the kiss with running a hand through your hair.

           “Cedric! My hair is going to be a mess.”

“Well, you will just have to live with that.” He retorted, continuing on. He kissed you once more then brushed your hair back.

           “Cedric don’t- “You were cut off by the sensation of him kissing your neck.

           You tried your hardest to hold back a moan as he continued.

“Cedric, you’re gonna get me in tr- “You heard the door creak.

           The two of you parted as it opened. You tried fixing your hair slightly but only managed to smooth the top.

“I will see you tonight.” You said as he left.

           “See you soon, darling.”

Cedric was leaving as Rachel, another nurse, walked in.

           She smiled.

“Looks like someone was having a good time.”

           “Oh, Rachel, can you please give this to patient 2?”

“Anything for you, darling.” She laughed, dramatically blowing kisses at you.

           You rolled your eyes.

Now, we pick up where we left. You were heading into your room from a long day at work to get ready for your date.

Once you had gotten back to your room in the castle, you started a shower and quickly got your things together. You made sure to use a certain shampoo you knew he liked. After, you got dressed in a sky blue, silk sundress and brushed out your hair. You walked to the dresser to find your ‘princess’ (Author’s note: look up princess by Vera Wang. Best perfume there every was.) perfume and squirted about two pumps onto your wrists and behind your ears.

           Before leaving, you had to decide how to wear your hair. After much debate, you decided on getting a black hair tie and putting it up in a ponytail. It ended up being a high ponytail, but you liked it a lot. Perfecting your makeup one more time, you left.

You left the castle in a rush. Once you were in the gardens, you tried finding the spot where Cedric was at. You wondered a bit deeper until you finally found a candle lit spot.

“there you are.” You greeted him.

           “here I am.”

           You hurried up to him and gave him a kiss.

“I’ve been waiting for this all day.”

           “so, have I, love, so have I.”

           Cedric guided you to sit down on a blanket and then took out his wand. After saying a few words, an array of foods appeared next to you.

           “If you are hungry, there’s plenty.” He smiled.

“I see, thank you so much, Cedric.”

           Anything for you.”

           The two of you shared a lovely dinner. You had a few sushi and veggie rolls. Cedric had poured two glasses of Sake and he toasted to a wonderful relationship with the woman he loves.

           After dinner, you lied down, and Cedric did the same. Curling up to him, you began to speak.

           “The stars are beautiful tonight, aren’t they?”

“Yes, they very much are. I must admit though, the stars are not the reason I wanted to go on this date.” He answered, wrapping his arm around your middle.

           You hummed. “Well, I guess it’s just as added benefit then.” You laughed.

           After a while, Cedric seemed to start to get a little restless. You felt a hand place on your other side and noticed a figure hovering over you. You dragged your hands up his sides to his chest and over his shoulders.

           “It seems one of us are getting a little excited, huh?”

“Well, it may appear that way.” He said, bending down to kiss you.

           You both started into a slow, passionate kiss and he began running his hands along your face. You moved your arms down to his lower waist and thought about going lower when you felt a snap under your head.

           You sat up quickly to discover your hair tie had broken.

           “Oh no.” you said, picking up the hair tie.

“I am sorry, love.”

Cedric sat there for a minute then suddenly you saw a lightbulb turn on.

“Y/n, why don’t you lie backwards?” He asked, repositioning to where you’d be laying in between his legs.

                       You looked at him and nodded.

           Grabbing a few flowers, Cedric gestured for you to lay back and started running his hands in your hair. You felt him lightly push your shoulders forward and he scooted backwards. The next thing you knew, he was separating your hair out into three sections.

           “What are you doing, love?”

He rested his chin on the top of your head.

           “Nothing, now just relax.”

           You felt hair start to fold over one another with something smooth poking the back of your neck in between folds. A few minutes past and then you noticed his searching for something.

           “Do you need anything, honey?” you asked politely.

“No, no, not at all.” He replied, still looking for something. “Ah.” You heard him say in a tone indicating he found whatever he was looking for.

           You felt a small tug on the end of your hair, then it gently flopped onto your back.

“Done, lovely.” He said, flipping your new braid forward. It was laced with pink and blue flowers.

           “Oh, Cedric it’s beautiful!” You almost shouted.

“I know it’s beautiful, it’s you.” He said, kissing your head.

You kissed his hand. “Thank you.”

Cedric ended up wrapping his arms around your waist and started kissing your cheeks, then your ears (making you giggle), then down your jaw.

“Oh, please Cedric, not here.” You pleaded as they began getting lower.

“Better here than the office, I presume.” He began kissing at the base of your head down your neck.

           You couldn’t help but shift towards the feeling and let your body shiver twice as he continued. He reached the hallow of your neck and you moaned softly. You began pushing up against his body when a thought reached your mind. It between sighs you spoke.

           “Ohhh, Cedric?” You asked, twisting your upper body towards him, only to have him switch sides of your neck.

           He only replied with a humming noise which sent shocks up your spine.

“Can I come home with you tonight?”

           This finally got Cedric’s attention, getting him to stop only for you to begin kissing his cheek.

           He looked down at you.

“If-um-if you want to…I’d enjoy that.” He stammered out.

           You sighed again. “Oh, I would love too.”

[farfromharry]

always (part seven) | harry holland series

summary: you and lily spend christmas day with the hollands and you couldn’t be happier

word count - 2.1k

a/n - merry christmas!!

It was officially only days before christmas and Lily was already almost 2 weeks old, which you couldn’t believe. You’d gotten help to make sure you had everything prepared present wise, but you and Lily were going to spend actual Christmas day with the Hollands.

A sudden distressed cry woke you from your sleep, pushing yourself out of your bed to tend to your babygirl. You moved around to the other side of your bed, your baby looking at you with teary eyes and a red face.

“Oh, there’s my little angel.” You gently lifted her from her crib, holding her against your chest and gently stroking her back. You bounced her gently, pressing kisses to her head to try and soothe her.

“You’re okay.” She continued to wail in your ear, your heart aching for your precious girl.

“You hungry darling?” You looked at her distressed face, taking a seat on your bed, lifting your shirt up to let her latch on.

You sighed, leaning your head back and glancing at the time on your phone screen. 4:23am.

“We’re gonna have to get you a better sleep schedule baby.” After she was done feeding, you carefully laid her back down in her crib, watching over her for a few minutes to make sure she was okay, before climbing back into bed yourself. You were out like a light the second your head hit your pillow, you were utterly exhausted.

The next morning you were woken again by loud babbles from Lily, checking the time and seeing it was almost 10am.

You sighed, pushing yourself out of bed and scooping the girl up in your arms. Harry would be coming over soon anyway. You changed Lily’s nappy and dressed her in a fluffy purple onesie, making your way into your living room to set her down in the kitchen, so you could make breakfast.

“Y/n?” You called back with a ‘hey’, letting Harry know where you were.

He entered the kitchen with a smile, moving over to the little baby to give her some affection.

“There's my favourite little girl.” She babbled, reaching up to try and touch his face. He carefully picked her up out of her high chair, pressing kisses to her cheeks and having a mini conversation with her. At least as best he could considering she didn’t understand anything he was saying.

“So, how’s it going being a mum?” Harry asked, entranced with the girl in his arms who was grabbing at his fingers.

“I adore her but,” You paused, seeing Harry look up in concern at the ‘but’. “I’m so stressed and sleep deprived.” Harry could see how tense you were, he’d noticed how tired you looked when he first came in, but he didn’t want to sound rude.

“I didn’t realise it’d be this hard by myself.” You complained.

“Let me look after her for a few hours,” He offered. “Go and catch up on some sleep.” You were hesitant, feeling bad to burden him with Lily, but also growing slightly protective over her.

“She’ll be okay, would i ever let you down?” You shook your head, thanking him.

“Be good for Harry.” You kissed her head, Harry pouting when he didn’t get a forehead kiss too.

“Anyone would think you’re the newborn.” He grinned, accepting your kiss with a smile.

“Have a good sleep.”

“Thank you,” A lightbulb went off in your head, realising he didn’t know what to do. You turned back around to tell him and he simply rolled his eyes. “If she cries, there’s a bottle in the fridge, just heat it up, nappies are in in her nursery and-“

“I’ll be fine, if I need any help I'll call my mum.” You nodded, taking a deep breath before heading to bed to catch up on lots of missed sleep.

“Looks like it’s just me and you now.” Harry spoke to the girl. The two had a fairly enjoyable time together, Harry in love with everything she did and the girl in awe of him. It was hours later that you were trudging into the living room looking much more refreshed. Harry was sitting on the couch, Lily against his chest while the curly haired man talked to her.

“How did it go?” You asked, taking a seat next to them and resting your head on Harry’s shoulder.

“She was a perfect angel, didn’t cry once.” He boasted. You grinned, stroking her chubby cheek.

“Thank you for helping me, my hero.” You kissed his cheek, watching Lily scrunch up his shirt in her tiny fist. It wasn’t long before your bub began to get uncomfortable, beginning to cry her small heart out.

“I think she’s finally ready for her nap.” You carefully lifted her off of Harry’s chest, taking her over to the bassinet you kept in your living room. You laid her down, hovering over her for a few minutes to make sure she knew you were there.

“Go to sleep hunny, I know you’re tired.” You watched her eyes flutter shut, content with the world around her.

“And then there were two.” You said, sitting down next to Harry again. He yawned and stretched his arms above his head.

“I mean, I don’t know about you but I’m exhausted after watching her.” You huffed.

“Don’t leave me yet.” You begged, staring at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Can I just nap here?” He asked, watching you think about it.

“I guess so.” You said, Harry scoffing at how unamused you sounded. You flashed him a cheeky grin, motioning for him to lay his head on your lap.

“Here.” You handed him a fluffy blanket that you usually kept on the back of your couch, throwing it over his body to keep him warm. You spent the next hour stroking through his curls, watching him sleep peacefully with the comfort of your warmth. With your other hand you just scrolled through your phone, not wanting to disturb Harry with the sounds of the tv.

He eventually started to shift, signalling to you that he was waking up. His hair was messy and he looked absolutely adorable, staring up at you with tired eyes.

“Thank you.” He mumbled. Nuzzling his face into your hoodie material.

“Always.”

———

3 days later and it was officially Christmas day, you were getting Lily’s stuff together to head over to the Hollands. You had already taken presents over a few days earlier, just so today you only had to bring yourself and your baby.

The drive over to the Holland household was quite pleasant. There was soft christmas music playing in the background, with the bubbly feeling of excitement in the pit of your stomach.

Getting out of the warmth of your car, you were hit with the freezing december weather, rubbing your hands together for warmth.

Lily was quick to protest at the change in temperature with a small uncomfortable cry, her chubby cheeks turning a soft pink shade as the cold hit her.

Your cold knuckles knocked on the front door of the house, a shiver running through your body.

You wrapped Lily’s coat around her tighter, pulling her little hat down and doing everything you could to protect her from the blistering cold. The door to the Holland house opened a few minutes later to a smiley Harry. Welcoming you inside.

“There’s my favourite girl.” Harry said, taking Lily from your arms and cradling her close to his warmth. You scowled at him playfully.

“Me or her?” You asked, teasing your best friend. “Be careful with your answer.”

“You, obviously.” He stated, like it was a fact. When you nodded, seemingly satisfied, he leaned in close to Lily, his mouth close to her tiny ear.

“I lied, it’s definitely you.” He whispered to the girl, tickling her to make her giggle. You scoffed.

“I heard that, Holland.” He laughed, sending you a teasing wink.

You followed him into the living room, seeing the other Holland’s scattered around doing various things.

“We have visitors.” Harry announced, motioning to you. Sam was quick to practically snatch Lily, peppering her cheek with soft kisses.

“Merry christmas y/n!” Nikki said, pulling you into a tight hug. You said it back, thanking her for letting you crash their Christmas day.

“You’re always welcome.” Tom was next to pull you into a hug, ruffling your hair like an older brother would.

“Did I hear y/n?” Paddy asked, slipping into the living room to look for you.

“Hi, little man.” The nickname caused him to groan, it’d been something you’d called him for years, even after he passed you in height.

“I’m taller than you.” You rolled your eyes, pulling him into a hug.

“And I don’t care.” You simply stated. You watched Lily receive all the affection she could ever ask for, babbling incoherent things.

“Can we open presents now?” Paddy asked, motioning to the pile under the tree.

“You didn’t have to wait for me.” You whined, feeling bad that the teenager was unable to have a normal christmas morning.

“You’re here now, so let’s get started!” Paddy announced. You stifled a laugh, nodding your head. You watched with a smile as the lads fussed Lily, helping her rip open the wrapping paper on her presents.

“Come here a second.” Harry said, tapping your shoulder. He took your hand and lead you away from his family.

“This is for Lily.” You playfully rolled your eyes at your best friend.

“It better not be another stuffed animal, she has too many already.” You joked. Harry shook his head with a small grin, telling you to just open it. Harry had pulled you over to a more quiet part of the living room to give you this, not wanting his brothers to see or hear.

“A blanket?” You asked, looking at him in confusion. A blush rose to his cheeks. He showed you the space where Lily’s name was engraved in, only confusing you further.

“I don’t get it- why did we have to open it separately?” You asked.

“I-i may have made it.” He stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. You awed, finding it cute that he’d go through so much trouble for you.

“Don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m not.” You argued. “I think it’s adorable.” You said, squeezing his cheek playfully.

“I didn’t really know what to get her so-“

“Harry, this is perfect, thank you.”

After all the presents came the part all the Holland boys were the most excited about; christmas dinner.

They practically ran to the dining room when Nikki announced it was ready, taking their seats at the table and digging into their plates like animals.

“You’re like savages.” Nikki muttered, receiving a laugh from you as you dug into your own food. Every now and then you’d alternate between eating and amusing Lily so she wouldn’t cry.

You pinched her cheek gently, wiping the drool from the corner of her mouth with a napkin.

“Such a messy baby.” You said. She just babbled, showing you her gummy smile that made your heart flutter.

“A bit like Harry.” Sam said, receiving a slap to the arm from his twin. You laughed at the two, leaving your angel to finish up the last bits of your meal.

After dessert Nikki turned down your offer to help clean up, forcing one of her boys to do it instead. Tom groaned, trailing to the kitchen with some dirty dishes in his hands, muttering complaints on the way.

“Nikki, that was amazing, thank you.” She smiled, kissing your head as she walked by. The table was disturbed when your little bub began to cry, you being able to recognise that she was crying for food.

“I think she’s hungry.” You pouted, lifting her up into your arms.

“Go feed her, we’ll sort this.” Sam said, motioning to the table that needed clearing.

“Are you sure?” You asked, feeling slightly bad.

“Unless Harry’s going to grow boobs and feed her, I'm pretty sure you’re the only one that can.” Harry slapped his twin upside the head, calling him an idiot. You just laughed, making your way up the stairs to feed your precious angel.

———

“I really enjoyed today, thank you.” Harry squeezed your shoulders gently.

“We’re all glad you were both here.” The two of you continued to get ready for bed, you also getting Lily into her onesie. The three of you would be sharing Harry’s bed in his childhood room for the night, having to make sure Lily stayed safe between you both.

You climbed under the covers, next to your already sleeping daughter. You had a smile gracing your face, one that Harry couldn’t help but completely adore.

“Goodnight Harry, merry christmas.” You whispered, laying your arm over Lily gently to make sure she’d be safe.

“Merry christmas y/n.”

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[pinkysfaultorbrainsfault]

animaniacs - s4e8: mindy in wonderland

episode summary: a lighthearted episode about mindy chasing a rabbit down a hole in the tree she’s always tied to, and ending up in a magical, literary dreamland. there’s no mice, but it’s fun, and takes up the whole runtime, and-- what? no, i-- look, it’s just-- i don’t--

sir, you don’t pay me at all--

alright fine ugh ughghghguhgughgu ugh.

great.

episode summary: the hip hippos are expecting a baby! unfortunately, ordering babies off the internet instead of concieving them through, like, hippo sex? appears to have its’ downsides, and instead they are presented with.... brain.

look, i don’t know either, okay? i’m dragging my hands down my face as we speak.

the rundown:

we open with the stork.

“i got a very special delivery! the rockefellers have been waiting weeks for this one.” he pronounces it “spatial”, probably because he’s high out of his mind. this is not a sober bird. please don’t drop that baby, my dude. that’s going to cause more problems than it solves, really.

spoke too soon, i guess.

unfortunately for him, our dude does exactly that, and ends up taking a bit of a tumble. gets all dizzy. this does not bode well for the plot. or the wellbeing of the baby, actually!

hold up. computer, zoom, enhance.

hmmm. that is a very familiar tiny face. troubling. anyway our resident avian expert on drugs seems to have survived his accident, and drops the baby off to the rockefellers with no further trouble.

they seem to look more. hippo shaped than usual.

“congratulations! you’re new parents!”

you’re welcome, weird stoner bird. they slam the door on him, wordlessly exacerbating his injuries. they care not for his plight, only that of their dearest, darling... not very.... hippo sized...................... baby.

hm.

“oh flavio! darling! a baby of our own, just look at him! let us call him--”

“--alfredo!”

“goo.”

alright. as existentially horrifying as this episode is, i laughed. maurice lemarche, completely dead in the face, sits in the recording booth, stretches his shoulders. “goo.” he says. deadpan. no intonation whatsoever. the audience cheers and he is given a thousand dollars.

i don’t know what it is about brain saying basically anything that appeals to my sense of humour so much. jockey for position basically did me in. i just. every time he says “goo.” i am in TEARS.

the hippos seem to have lost their enthusiasm, as anyone would have if they heard the voice of a grown man come out of their newborn baby.

“he’s... small. very small.”

“goo.”

still, marita sympathises with him. this is very definitely her child, after all! she steals him away to do mom things with, chastising flavio that ‘alfredo’ is “their little boy.”

“oh, you are right, my lightbulb of love. now our little universe has expanded to three.”

yeah, don’t include your.... shoulder... birds, then. asshole.

it’s very cute, i’ll say that. for all the fuss i make about the hippos, they do love each other, in a very healthy way that you don’t often see with married couples on tv. like, they’re kind of slowdancing their way out of the room. it’s nice! they would make good parents.

(”goo.” says brain, in the background, oblivious to the heterosexuality happening around him. “now, take me to my money.”)

credit to flavio and marita; they are very well prepared. this is a very loved baby. i’m not entirely sure how any child would feel about the presence of Clown Bear, but it’s the thought that counts. also i know that’s a changing table? but the design is sick and i wouldn’t mind a chest of drawers like that.

there’s also a theatre, i guess. or..... maybe just a really fancy shower???

Definitely Alfredo is gently placed on his little Alfredo Table. he appears to be asleep, or at least he’s deliberately choosing to keep his eyes closed. can’t think why.

but he, ah. sure went all out for this one. i respect brain for his dedication to the craft.

“now, sweet baby alfredo,” says marita, while the music does a terrifying swell in the background, for some reason, “it is time for your first bath.”

please stop looking at me like that, marita. YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE TO BATHING. am i about to be inducted into the alfredo cult?? i am, admittedly, a manlet, but i would like to think i am also unmistakably larger than a baby hippo.

(google has no data about the height of a baby hippo, apparently. they do weigh about 100lbs at birth, though, so i guess i have to be careful with this losing weight shtick. not that i’m ever gonna weigh 100lbs, quite frankly, but the minute i do marita’s gonna climb through my window and steal me off to los angeles.)

(i’m terrified.) (on the other hand, they’re definitely going to give me back as soon as they work out how much my medication costs over there.)

i’m literally babbling nonsense, at this point. anyway. brain gets a bath.

remember to Wosh U Mouse. wash he teeth and soul. marita proclaims excitedly that “babies love the bath”, and Definitely Alfredo is Definitely Enjoying Himself, judging by the screaming, so, yknow, good for him.

and then, i guess, flavio just pours boiling water on him for no reason, so brain freaks out and launches himself into the light fitting.

because wouldn’t anybody?

the hippos freak out a bit when the lights stop working, but soon get brain back down to resume their usual Alfredo Activities.

“this is highly undignified.”

but still, marita loves him.

and then she stabs him in the dick, i guess.

“GAH.”

“oops ):”

fortunately, nobody ever died of getting stabbed in the dick (as far as i know?) but even magical babies delivered by amazon need to get their vitals checked, so flavita take him to the hospital anyway.

bomf.

i’ll be dead honest with you, this scene is just torture porn. i’ll summarise it as best i can.

temperature is fine. blood pressure is normal. i am pretty sure inflating babies is not standard medical practice, but brain is cosmically unable to have a good day or he dies, i guess.

the doctor shows up.

“oh, but you’re a cutie. say aaaah.”

“if you think that you’re going to stick that thing in my--”

it’s not very comfortable.

“hmm. rather puny.”

“you have to feed him more.”

NOW LET’S TEST YOUR REFLEXES

i’m pretty sure this man has never been to medical school.

“and now to vaccinate. my, that’s a lot of zeros.”

my, that’s a... screenshot that lives on my laptop now, i guess. hopefully nobody i know ever has to borrow this thing, for whatever reason.

“i’ll see you in three months for a booster shot,” says dr acme, as brain swells and changes colours in a way that no baby ever should.

i feel like this is a good time to interject - my issue with this episode is not the core themes, or anything surrounding them. it’s the amount of unrestrained suffering that goes on within that. like. okay. if this was some kind of consensual dynamic between the three of them for-- whatever reason???? stress?????? - like i wouldn’t mind. i wouldn’t care. consenting adults can do whatever they want with their bodies. this is a positive space. no judgement here on pinkys fault or brains fault dot com.

but it’s not and brain spends most of the episode in pain and terrified and that’s really what i object to above all else. it’s the same problem i have with peatb, really. brain can wear as many cute dresses as he wants, but he’s gotta want to wear them.

but they’re back at the Hippo Digs now so. it’s fine, i guess.

“such a good boy. that trip to the doctor wasn’t so bad, was it?”

hm.

still, it appears i can never escape Terrifying News Lady, even in this hellscape. flavio does the classic dad thing of sitting down with the tv as soon as he’s home, leaving marita to deal with getting Definitely Alfredo settled in his correctly-sized-for-a-baby-hippo baby chair.

what are those straps connected to, anyway??? it’s not the chair, that’s for sure. is brain just wearing a harness for the hell of it? what on earth is going on?

but flavio! it’s time to feed the baby!

“is baby-waby hungry-wungry?” well are you, cranky big head mousie??? huh????

sorry for the paralysing fear that probably caused all of you. undeterred, the terrifying news lady continues to talk in the background about the “richest and most influential child in the world.”

oh no.

oh no.

flavio vaguely wonders if they waited too long to feed their baby, as he has what could be possibly classified as a tantrum.

“you sophomoric, corpulent, pachycerebal aristrocrats! you are imposters and i demand to be taken to the rockefellers immediately!”

the birds don’t care. they’re chilling. marita attributes this to “baby gibberish” while flavio wonders about the “vocabulary he learnt from mr rogers”. he’s maybe a few hours old, at this point, a day tops, but i guess hippos learn latin in pre-k or something.

anyway so then they stick a tube down his throat and inflate him with guacamole.

and with that, “alfredo looks healthier already!”

this is the second time brain has been inflated in this episode. it is unsurprising that he dedicates his nights from this point to raising absolute hell.

but he needs pats first because he ate too much. :<

cut to that night, i guess! where brain is very convincingly crying. very loudly. the hippos look unimpressed, despite the fact that this is literally the most common factor of signing up for a baby.

“it’s the baby. you take care of him.”

well. alright.

air mouse. nyoom. he seems to catapult himself at something, like, once per episode. it’s on par with the closeups by now, surely.

bomp.

unfortunately, the bear is not weightbearing (bear ing. lol) and falls off the shelf on an epic quest for a Great Big Hug.

the resulting bomp alerts the hippos, who go fully, entirely haywire the moment they work out that Definitely Alfredo is not in his correctly-sized-for-a-baby-hippo baby bed.

turns out flavio sat on him.

“really, flavio, be more careful where you sit.”

so they put a padlock on his crib.

this is completely useless. i know this. brain knows this. he’s small enough to just... fit through the bars. but he decides to be dramatic, instead, because that’s what he does best.

“attica! attica! i want out! let me out!”

i am not old enough to get this reference.

i am, however, old enough to empathise with this exact emotion. i feel kind of bad for the hippos, actually. i’m sure they were doing what they thought was... right? in the context of... thinking they had a baby hippo rather than an adult mouse. easy mistake to make. i go check on my weirdly tiny hippos in their hippo cage all the time.

but who could be at the door?

“there seems to have been a mix up. uh. i have your baby right here.”

and guys?

i need to tell you how fast they just throw brain at the guy. it’s actually a little heartbreaking.

but! it’s okay! he still has time to make it to the rockefellers before they......... die. i guess.

man, this plan was not thought out very well.

conclusion:

thank god this is almost over.

the stork repackages the baby, who is now a good few hours old, at least, and delivers the bundle to the very, very different looking house.

they are not any nicer.

“oh, reggie. just look at him.”

“goo.”

“well, frau haussenheffer, we’re off on a cruise. goodbye baby. see you in a year.”

parenting!

“alright then. staff, we have a brand new charge.”

oh dear.

brain, as one can imagine, is having none of this.

but unfortunately, neither is the carpet.

bomp. cause of death: suffocating in the rockefeller mansion carpet.

good thing it all sort of blurs out, huh.

“brain?” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA “brain.” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA “brain, wake up.”

“i was dreaming?”

oh, thank god for that.

“oh, pinky, you wouldn’t believe the nightmare i had.” and it’s... probably best not to tell him, actually.

“it must have been a doozy, brain! but, oh, a delivery came for you.”

“it’s the rockefeller baby. can we keep it?”

oh dear.

so let’s ignore the fact that this asks more questions than it answers-- but okay, was that a dream within a dream, and why was brain dreaming about that in the first place, and-- and mark this one down as a severe case of outside influence.

brain: 3 ½ pinky: 5 ½ outside influence: 10

“it’s not too late. i demand that you deliver me to the rockefellers immediately!”

“

“aw, how cute. i just love baby gibberish.”

[strawberrycarnivals]

Hi there! Can we get a yandere Dabi kidnapping the reader but then yandere Shigaraki ends up falling for the reader too?

Oh, anon😭😭 I had so much fun with this one. Thank you for the request💖😈

Cw: cursing, kidnapping, noncon, yandere, sexual at times, murder lmao let me know if I need to add anything else

Kidnap Your Own Girl

Dabi x Fem!Reader x Shigaraki

The League gathered in the living room of their new headquarters- a large penthouse suite located in the one hotel Shigaraki didn't destroy in Deika City. "What's going on?" They grumbled at Shigaraki.

"Hey. Everyone shut it. We have something important to decide on." Everyone shifted uncomfortably. They were exhausted and not quite ready to do another mission yet. "We need to decide on what we're eating tonight." The room let out a sigh.

"Why's everything a god damn ordeal with you, man?" Dabi flopped himself on the couch and turned on the tv. Channel number 58 specifically. He needed to see something. Your sweet voice filled the air.

"Hey!! As your leader I'm demanding you listen to me and put in a suggestion!!" Tomura huffed and stomped his foot, tantrum beginning. "Quiet down, crackhead. I'm trying to watch something." He turned up the volume. You twirled your hips on television and Dabi smiled.

"Y/N? You're watching a pop star right now when more pressing matters are on the table?!" Shigaraki seethed and Toga sat next to Dabi on the couch. "Oooo! She's beautiful!"

"I know. That's why I'm going to make her mine." Tomura exploded into laughter.

"'Make her yours'??? Have you lost your mind? You look like a ballsack. Also isn't y/n from *****?"

"Yeah. She is. But she's touring soon in Osaka. And I'll be ready. Plus she's not going to be able to resist me." He smirked. Toga gushed. "Oh my gosh! A kidnapping!! That sounds so romantic," She sighed. "Bingo." Dabi snapped. "Wanna help?" Toga jumped for joy. "Is that even a question? Obviously!"

"Whatever, you freaks. I'm ordering chinese take out.. Twice. Order chinese take out. I'll be in my room." Shigaraki was gone instantly. Twice nervously panicked. "Wait!!! Do you want chow mein or fried rice?? Orange chicken or teriyaki???! AHHH!! COME BACK!!"

Tomura punched the wall of his room in anger, thumb out. He already knew y/n would be in town soon. This weekend actually. He had your tour schedule all the way down to the songs you would sing on stage. How dare Dabi try to steal what was his? He needed a new plan. He opened his closet and made his way to a shrine of your posters and merch.

He reached out touched your photographed face. You were an angel. "Looks like there's a new gameplan. See you soon, princess."

~

It was the day of your concert and you were beyond excited to be in Japan. You decided to get some shopping done at a nearby mall before the show that night with your best friend and couple of body guards. Everything was going great. Until you went into the dressing room with your "bestie."

"How do I look in this, b/f/n-chan?"

B/f/n stared at you and smiled unnaturally.. and her face melted off, a thick gray slime hitting the ground. "What the f-" a naked girl with space buns covered your mouth and held a knife to your throat. You froze. "Dabi," she whispered. "I got her." A tall man with what looked like rotting flesh stitched to his face entered your dressing room and the blonde girl stifled your scream. Where were your guards?? Where was b/f/n??

"Why so upset to see me, y/n? I'm hurt." The man cooed. "Listen, sweetheart. You're coming with us... well me more specifically." You attempted another blood curdling scream, felt a pinch in your neck, and then everything went dark.

You woke up in a luxurious bedroom, dazed. It was still bright outside. Where were you? Your cell phone was gone. You tried the door. Locked. You tried the window. Locked. It looked like you were on the top floor of a hotel.. surrounded by a collapsed civilization. Your body shook violently, realization setting in. Those two kidnapped you. You heard the news playing in what you assumed to be the living room outside your room. You pressed an ear to the wall and gasped.

"The hottest new pop star of our generation- y/n- has now been missing for 2 days. Her best friend b/f/n was found in an alleyway with no memory of what happened and her security guards were found burnt to a crisp outside of a mall store's dressing room. If you have any information about y/n's whereabouts please call our hotli-" the door opened and a lanky man with baby blue hair appeared and quickly locked it behind him. You saw his sunken-in eyes and dry, torn looking lips and backed into the furthest wall, shrinking into yourself. "Please stay back." You squeaked. He dropped to his knees in front of you.

"Shhh, shh. It's okay, princess! I'm here to save you." He held out his hand, thumb curled in. "My name is Tomura. I'll get you out of here." He smiled wickedly.

You gasped and nodded your head, grabbing his four fingers. He was going to save you! You shouldn't be so quick to judge appearance, you thought. Relief and hope washed over you. "These two.. these two villains kidnapped me! One was a stitched up man and the other one looked like a schoolgirl! I think I.. I think I missed my concert. And my bodyguards are dead." You sobbed into his shirt.

"Oh no, princess! It's okay now. Because I am here." He smilled mockingly and pulled you into a hands-out hug, smelling your hair. You smelled like cake. Fuck. He broke apart from you and turned toward the door, discreetly tucking his raging boner into his waistband. "Okay now let's get you out of here. I think the villains are gone." Of course the idiots were gone. He was the one who sent them out in the first place. He hid a huge grin, trying not to seem too suspicious and opened the door. "This way."

He lead you through the suite's living room, into a kitchen, around a dining room, and down a hall. He opened a door. It was a filthy master-sized bedroom covered in junk food wrappers and video games. It was dark but you could make out about 6 different gaming stations and 3 desktop computers. He shoved you inside and locked the door behind him. "What's going on?? I thought you were saving me, Tomura??" Your eyes watered, fear eating at you once again.

"I am, Player 2! I'm saving you from boredom. Dabi's room is a drag. You'll have much more fun in here with me!" Your eyeballs turned solid white. He tricked you. You knew he was a villain from the start and you allowed his comforting lies to warp your mind into trusting him immediately. You crumpled to to the floor.

~

Dabi snuck away from the group and returned home to the hotel. He didn't have time for Shigaraki's bullshit grocery requests. He needed to see his darling. Wanted to touch you. You were so cuddly when you were unconscious. You even made cute little moans that instantly gave him a hard on. He actually had taken it upon himself to rub one out into your mouth last night. You swallowed his emission with a smile on your face. The drugs in the syringe Giran sold him really knocked you out, but he knew you were probably a needy slut while conscious as well. He had to find out.

He excitedly opened the door to his room and.... you were gone. His face fell. Did his angel escape? No.. that couldn't be it. The lock could only be opened with a specific hotel card. And the famous y/n was known for not having a quirk. A lightbulb went off in his head and exploded. That dirty fucking bastard! He marched to Shigaraki's room and threw open the door. You trembled. What did they want from you?? Money????

"You're a fucking prick, man. Go kidnap your own girl. This one's taken." He pointed at you. Taken?? Your mouth hung open in disbelief.

"I believe I am your leader and YOU WILL RESPECT ME, you fucking deep fried giraffe. If I claim something, it's mine. And I'm claiming her. She's my Player 2." Princess? Player 2??? Your brain was short circuiting in it's skull. Were these villains fighting for your love?

[amphtaminedreams]

S/S 2020 Fashion Month: A Basic, Uneducated Fashion Heaux’s A-Z of Everything Noteworthy (Part 2/3)

Hi to anyone reading,

Back at it again with the giving my unsolicited opinion on 2020′s spring/summer offering, I’m gonna hop straight into part 2 of my fashion month review!

Sorry to start with an underwhelming few but my compulsive tendencies are making it really hard to break out of this alphabetical structure (cry laughs whilst thinking about how long it took me to face up at my retail job last night because it would give me vaguely homicidal urges and make my fingers tingle every time a customer moved something slightly out of line), so I’m gonna whizz through a handful of collections. First up, Halpern:

Not much to say but I’m envious of the heavy liner (my hooded eyes could never) and I like the colour scheme. As for the 80s style metallic pink dress?

Helmut Lang:

And Hermes:

Of these 3 collections, Hermes is definitely the most interesting. I like the colour scheme and the utilitarian shapes and the tan coloured jackets are an absolute shoot. This is how you make safari look fresh, D&G take note.

Isabel Marant was okay. It’s cute, sure, reminds me of something Mary-Kate and Ashley would’ve come out with/worn in the 2000s, and there’s definitely some things I would wear, but I wouldn’t say it looks all that luxury. Pricey, sure, but like, Free People pricey, not designer pricey. As a collection, it’s not all that conceptual, unless the concept is L.A girl does a Starbucks run after her bikram yoga class. What I will say though is that some of the S/S 2020 commercial trends are becoming clear: white cheesecloth pieces, peasant blouses, cowboy boots, scrappy sandals, neutral tones, and bandana print. 

Now onto the darling of high fashion Twitter: Jacquemus.

As far as presentation goes, this has to be one of my favourite set-ups of the season; a hot pink runway running through a lavender meadow is as canny and serene as those who sing the praises of Simon Porte Jacquemus would have you expect, and the clothes were easy, breezy and beautiful, even if there is an element of getting dressed in the dark going on with the styling which put me off including a few otherwise gorgeous pieces. It might not be 100% my style but you can tell this is a brand of the future which is only going to go from strength to strength.

And everything was beautifully and purposefully crafted on the runway with J.W Anderson this year. The pieces are graceful and timeless whilst still easy to envision as something a modern woman would throw on to (very fashionably) run some errands in the city. This was also one of the handful of shows (IIRC! This might be a case of extreme deja-vu!) where we saw the sandal straps tied over the trousers, I’m guessing to accentuate the ankles, and...I’m surprisingly here for it? Though in a sense it kinda resembles when I accidentally get my work trousers tucked into my slipper socks, it’s an interesting touch and adds a bit of a shape to otherwise billowing bottom halves.

Following Jacquemus’ lead (or vice versa, I’m way too deep into this fashion month haze to work out who went first at this point), Lacoste also put on a co-ed show. Otherwise crisp and preppy as per, the neckerchiefs (even if seeing them all next to one another does give off a bit of a Disneyland Main Street barbershop quartet vibe) and vinyl/wet-look/PVC/I’m still not sure what differentiates the 3 coats were an out of the box touch for them and I really liked it. It’s athleisure, but more like something Hayley Bieber would’ve worn as part of her Princess Diana inspired shoot than anything I’d wear to the gym.

LMAO, as if I go the gym. But you get my point. Next, Loewe:

Delicate, feminine and all around delightful, the S/S 2020 Loewe collection is up there with Chloe and Brock when it comes to most spring appropriate. More chiffon, lace and doily-like detailing, please, the old woman in me lives for this kinda thing made fashionable. Like with J.W Anderson, you can tell the design team wanted to do something different without just throwing shit onto their pieces for the sake of being wacky, and so we end up with these dramatic, slightly geometric waistlines and almost angelic Victorian nightgown inspired dresses that kinda make me wished that 1). ghosts existed and that 2). I lived back in that era so I could die some tragic death wearing any one of the dresses on the left in the top 3 rows and then haunt the shit out of everyone. That would really be an iconic fashion moment. Also wonderful, imo, was Louis Vuitton:

The mix between 60s and Edwardian I never knew I needed, as opposed to Gucci’s forward thinking take on the former decade, Louis Vuitton takes it back even further and throws in late 19th/early 20th century structures and references. I adore the what seems to be a mix between brocade and paisley print and the exaggerated collars are a very cute touch. The jacket on the top left is a highlight, a more neutral version of the similar catsuit seen at the Longchamp show (I couldn’t personally pick enough highlights from that to include it), and I now more than ever really want to try and pull off a sweater vest. The shoes might not be the most exciting thing ever but they’re also a personal favourite, from the knee high boots to the loafers with the LV moniker.

Maison Margiela was very cool and again, I’m in love with the shoes and just the accessories in general, ESPECIALLY those hats. I don’t know if I’m way off base here but this show is almost a modernised, fashionable version of a 1940s period drama about WW2 pilots and evacuees. Yes, maybe I am just getting that solely from the trench coats and the naval influences and the exaggerated collars but I think with that list I made quite a case for that perspective, right? Right.

And completing this holy trinity (appropriating the term I usually reserve for Emma Watson, Emma Stone and Emma Roberts is not without careful consideration) is Marc Jacobs. One of my ultimate favourites of this season, this collection is absolutely EVERYTHING: kitschy, dream-like, whimsical, over-the-top, and totally appropriate for your slightly eccentric aunt who always drinks too much wine and talks a lot of shit every time she comes over for dinner. I really feel like I walked into wonderland looking at this collection, and in the best way possible, it gives me a female Russell Brand in the 2000s’ wardrobe on crack. On the one hand we have these insanely beautiful and ethereal chiffon floral dresses but then we also have fricken top hats. Basically, it’s everything I love about fashion and I don’t know if anything can top it. Periodt (and I type that with a totally straight face). 

Next, onto another personal fave, Marchesa:

Which is as always, beautiful. I was going to write that if Disney princesses came to life and lived in the modern world (so, in other words, Elle Fanning), they would be wearing Marchesa and then I remembered that the film Enchanted exists and had a lightbulb moment and thought OH MY GOD IF THEY REMADE THAT IN 2019, THE DRESS ON THE RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE ROW WOULD BE A PERFECT LEVELLING UP OF THE CURTAIN DRESS.

Anyways, favourites of the favourites are the bottom row; I would die for that feather trim. 

BUT where Marchesa is everything opulent, overly ornate and err-ing on “fussy”, Margaret Howell’s S/S 2020 collection is completely stripped back and just as effective, if not as to my taste. Very cool, very current, and altogether effortless (in a good way!), with this show Margaret Howell made mid-20th century utilitarianism relevant. I never thought I’d be praising the combination of bermuda shorts, crew socks and a beanie and yet here I am. Character development.

Next is Marine Serre:

Which I really like! The bottom row isn’t really to my personal taste but I can acknowledge that if I saw somebody wearing any one of those outfits I’d think they looked sick, and as for the first two rows, those mesh tops and the slightly chintzy florals are right up my alley.

Marques Almeida put out a really strong collection, imo. The blending of luxurious silhouettes and fabrics with street wear inspired prints and styling is a really interesting and unique contrast and if Billie Eilish ever decided to stop wearing those tweenie clothes and wanted to actually seduce somebody’s dad (I LOVE BILLIE EILISH AND I KNOW WHY SHE DRESSES THE WAY SHE DOES, IT’S A JOKE, PLS DON’T HATE ME), I’d love to see her wearing something like this. It’s a blend of punk, urban, and 2019 e-girl and has the kind of edge that Topshop has lost over the past couple of years that used to make it so aspirational to my 13 year old self. Of all the shows, it also probably has the most personally wearable accessories, and a shit tonne of cool make up looks I’d love to try if it weren’t for my lack of visible eyelid, lol.

Make up looks were a highlight of the Max Mara show too, for me anyway.

I otherwise wasn’t hugely keen on the collection, it being a little too matronly/Miss.Trunchbull-esque for my liking (wild card fashion inspiration of 2019, apparently?). The light paisley print dresses are very dreamy, though, and I can never resist a good suit. 

As for Michael Kors, dare I say it, but the basic bitch in me loved it. I know as a designer he’s not held in very high regard by the fashion community and I'm not saying it’s at all original but it did what it set out to do well; I mean, it’s quite fitting that he cameo-d in an episode of Gossip Girl because every outfit would be perfect for the Constance attending incarnation of Blair Waldorf, which is probably why I like the collection. Like yeah, it’s a bit of a Polo Ralph Lauren/Lacoste rip off but it’s daintier and more feminine and so I’m not gonna lie, I’m on board with it. 

Next, Miu Miu.

One of the collections I was most excited for, I was a little disappointed. Don’t get me wrong, I really like the collection, but I have never once disliked anything Miu Miu and I usually love it. There are things I love about this line too: the cream, floral lace-up boots, the off-the-shoulder cardigans, the houndstooth oversized coats and of course the fur-lined gilets. My mum used to buy me similar ones when I was a little girl and so they give me childhood nostalgia in the best way possible. I mean, the collection is as girly and eccentric as ever. I think it’s just a little too on the primary school librarian side for me, this time round. Sorry Miu Miu xoxo

Now I’m just gonna speed through a couple, starting with MM6 Maison Margiela, the younger sister to the more expensive regular Maison Margiela line:

And Monique Lhuillier:

So that I can get to one of my other ultimate favourite collections for S/S 2020: Moschino.

Oh my god, where to even start. Firstly, I might be reaching, but if this show is even remotely to thank for art nouveau mesh tops showing up in the Urban Outfitters new in section, then a very sarcastic thank you to Jeremy Scott. You just made ethical shopping a lot harder. HOW am I supposed to not buy an Alphonse Mucha top? HOW!? I mean, I’m sure I’ll manage (I’m on month 3 without a shopping spree I can’t actually afford now and yes, I am very much patting myself on the back), but HOW!?

But on a serious level, if renaissance was the print of 2019, which I’m still very much into BTW, bring on modern art as its 2020 replacement. The Pablo Picasso inspired show not only livened up a generally pretty predictable fashion month but it’s also got me searching up other times art has met fashion on the runway and thrown me down a particularly aesthetically pleasing wormhole I’m not sure I ever want to escape from (https://frontrowmagazine.ca/art-inspired-looks-were-all-over-the-runways-of-fashion-week-a74e8bc7ff0d and https://www.vogue.com/article/spring-2017-ready-to-wear-fine-arts-trends are good starting points!).

Mugler was also up there with the best of them, imo:

See, if the Moschino collection was all about dabbling in art class, Mugler’s S/S 2020 collection is its more mathematically inclined sister, all about sharp lines and deconstructed silhouettes and symmetry all whilst looking hot as fuck. So very Mugler, basically. 

Now, this reference might be slightly off because I haven’t actually SEEN Ex-Machina yet but I imagine if Kim Kardashian were to channel that movie for a costume party she’d end up wearing something from this collection. That sounds like a roast because Kim has worn some questionable outfits but I blame Kanye for most of that and I’m referring to her on a good fashion day, alright!?

As for Off-White, it’s obviously a lot more commercial than most of the lines I’ve reviewed so far. Like, I can see a lot of these outfits on a mannequin in Urban Outfitters (no, I am not being paid to namedrop them, about 3 people in total read this Tumblr so any kind of sponsorship money would be severely wasted on me). That’s not necessarily a bad thing, and I love all of these looks; it just seems unfair to compare them to the the Mugler or Moschino collections, for example. 

The stand outs for me are all on the bottom row: I would buy the utility vest, leather blazer and the all mesh turtleneck under washed-out tie-dye on the spot if I saw them in a high street store. Unfortunately, I feel like that’s kinda where they belong. You just expect collections to be a bit more conceptual, and this one is a little watered down, as much as it’s my style.

Oscar de la Renta was beautiful, of course. Not like I’m shook by how beautiful it is but kinda just what you’d expect from a brand with a name as poetic and fun to say as Oscar de la Renta. The silhouettes are dreamy and the details are as fit for a fairy princess (lmao) as ever. Plus can I just say how happy I am to see butterflies on dresses for adult women again!? And dresses worn by Blanca Padilla nonetheless!? Very here for it.

Next up is another on one of my fashion month highlights: Paco Rabanne.

LOOK AT THIS SHIT!

I mean, don’t get me wrong, something about this collection (I’m pretty sure it’s the knee high coloured socks) is giving me primary school teacher vibes, but I'm not mad about it. It’d be the kind of teacher who’s actually really good at their job and has loads of cool hobbies and a really hot boyfriend or girlfriend or wife or husband who you secretly want to be then you grow up/and or have a huge crush on. 

Like with Marc Jacobs, there’s obvious flower child elements here, and whilst on the whole the former took my breath away slightly more, this is a lot more wearable. My favourites are the paisley print dress and cape on the left in the very bottom row and all the chainmail pieces (which remind me of the dress Naomi Smalls wore in that whole club ninety-sixxxxx skit on drag race), plus that floral cut out dress with the trailing flute sleeves, which is absolute PERFECTION. 

The 70s influence was clear in Peter Pilotto’s S/S 2020 collection too from the abundance of tie-dye to the knit v-neck dress, zany colour and print being the very on-brand focus. That being said, this is definitely more of a street-style inspired collection than usual and whilst the floral suits and dresses on the 3rd row down are very typical Peter Pilotto, the tie-dye corset and combat trousers on the far right, second row from the bottom, are very Jaded London. As for the reoccurrence of the bucket hat, I’ve remained steadfastly against them for several years now (even when our Lord and Saviour Miss Robyn Rihanna Fenty started wearing them) but the way they’re done in this collection even I could definitely get behind; all in all, the show surpassed my expectations.

The same goes for Ports 1961, which was a lot more eccentric than I gathered is the norm from a few google searches. Honestly, I hadn’t really heard of the brand which, upon reading up on it, I feel very dumb for considering it has been around since (in the shock twist of the century) 1961.

Yes, I know how that sounds! But forgive me, I’m still learning:)

Anyway, the fishnet detailing alone pretty much sold the looks I picked out. Seriously, I got a pair of those bloody tights, like, 2 years ago when they became a thing again and now any outfit where I have my legs out feels incomplete without them. 

Next is Prabal Gurung, which, as far as presentation goes, was fucking STUNNING:

I mean, you could say that I’m easily impressed and that the presence of the bouquets won me over (and you’d definitely have a point there), but it’s also this year’s Givenchy haute couture-esque feathers, the trailing pearl necklaces, the exaggerated shoulders, the dreamy colouring, the everything looking like it could’ve grown off a very fashionably-inclined tree. Like, there’s a lot to love here, from the naturalistic elements, to the context behind the show, an ode to American fashion history and those cast out of it (and the notion of “being American” in general) for so long. 

Going from a high to a (personal) low, however, next we have Prada:

I don’t know, I get that it’s supposed to be simple and stripped back and dignified and whatever and I like the looks I picked but it’s just a bit blah for me. The bonnets that kept cropping up just didn’t do it for me and almost ruined what is an otherwise nice skirt suit (top right). Nonetheless, I like the silhouette of the sheer black dress and the the brocade print suit is really luxurious looking, even if the pattern is a *little* Wetherspoons carpet. 

Anyways, here’s a quick overview of Rag and Bone:

So that I can stop moaning and get onto a collection I REALLY liked: 

I am of course talking about Ralph and Russo. See, this is kinda what I expected from, like, Chanel and yet it’s Ralph and Russo that delivered. Also, it gives me Alessandra Rich vibes which is very much a compliment considering how much I love her designs. I mean, if Valley of the Dolls were to get another film remake in 2019, this is exactly what I’d like to see the female leads wearing, from the pastel suits to the satin kaftan style dresses. The yellow feather trimmed dress is practically a copy of something Marchesa has already done but it’s cute all the same. In my top 10 collections of the season, for sure.

Rick Owens was another strong collection; it goes without saying that it’s not the most wearable but that’s not really what Rick Owens is known for, so I wouldn’t expect anything else. If you want fashion on an alien planet, or something Lady Gaga would’ve worn in 2010, he's your man.

Next, Rodarte:

Obviously the dresses are beautiful and the set is magnificent, BUT...I’m really not a fan of the whole celebrities filling in for high fashion models thing. I like Lili Reinhart and I adore Kirsten Dunst, she’s been in a load of my favourite films, but in a similar vein to Dolce and Gabbana’s influencer show, it’s just distracting from the actual garments, if even worse because I don’t WANT to be distracted here (the same can’t be said for the D&G show, lol).  If anybody has read this far, let me know your thoughts! 

Roland Mouret was nice, and I always like a coed show, especially when a designer isn’t afraid to blur the lines of masculine and feminine. It’s fresh, lightweight and luxurious looking, Cannes film festival street style eat your heart out, and I love the colour palette.

Similarly, colour was my favourite thing about Sally LaPointe’s S/S 2020 collection. 

I would never think that teal and burnt orange would work together, let alone in some kind of faux leather, and yet here we are. Orange is in itself always an interesting colour choice, perfect for the summer with a tan, and I really love monochrome outfits, even though they’re something that ends up being quite pricey to put together; slight differences in tone are okay but if you just randomly throw together a few things and they’re too off, it really doesn’t work and you’d have been better off wearing contrasting colours. For that reason, I’m just gonna admire that all-pink outfit from a distance. 

As for Schiaparelli, it’s one I always look forwards to for the sheer weirdness. RTW isn’t quite as kooky as haute couture but still, the interesting choices are still there; what at first glance appears to be flame print is actually coils of hair, and paired with a water print suit is a sequinned jacket emblazoned with a paradisiacal mirage. Ornament-like facial decorations as seen in the over-exaggerated glasses worn with the pony hair suit are also one of my favourite new things to happen in the high fashion scene in the past couple of months and I can’t wait to see how they get watered down to become more approachable for us...regular, non-structurally blessed folks who can’t pull off anything and everything.

Simone Rocha was STUNNING. Romantic and ethereal, it’s druid goddess crossed with upper class Victorian woman of leisure, equal parts delicate and grungy, like a modern, fashion version of Lady Gaga’s Scathach in the Roanoke season of American Horror Story. You know, in the flashbacks, not in present day when she was all gross and like...scalping people and shit. Each dress is so ornate and has such an interesting structure, and the fabric choices give off an organic kinda vibe that create a handmade feel; the collection is, imo, really worthy of being shown under a haute couture heading. When it comes to my favourite element of the show, I’m torn between the petticoats and the hair accessories. I’m just gonna give a cop-out answer and say both. 

Stella McCartney on the other hand, is very much a clear ready-to-wear collection. 

It’s pretty, for sure. The pastel blazers paired with delicate white mesh tops underneath are a gorgeous combination for spring and I like the reoccurrence of the chain glasses (Gucci, right?). But I mean, when you go from Simone Rocha to this, it’s a bit anticlimactic. Plus, if I’m honest, kaftans are always going to remind me of Honey Mahogany from season 5 of Drag Race. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure she’s a lovely person but her runway looks aren’t really ones I look back fondly on, and you’re lying if you say you enjoyed them for anything other than meme purposes.

Temperley is equally meh, though the return of the Erdem-style boating hats is getting me excited that high street retailers might actually pick up on the trend and bring out some cheap ones for me to embarrass myself by wearing. 

I also love a good 70s suit, the neckerchiefs are cute and there are some really delightful prints here that are a more unique approach to florals for spring.

Coming towards the end now, next is Thom Browne:

I LOVE this. Like, don’t get me wrong Rick Owens was cool but I adore how on the nose the concept is here; time to bring back all the Marie Antoinette puns I didn’t get to use in my Versailles Instagram post. I don’t know if it’s the history buff in me or the Sofia Coppola Stan but I will always be willing to sign any kind of treaty for anything related to the excesses of the 18th century French monarchy, and this is that turned up to 1000 infused with a dash of the Teletubbies, which sounds like a nightmarish concept, I know, but as high fashion it WORKS.

Tory Burch was very commercial, seemingly half inspired by Monterey yoga moms and the other half by Hamptons socialites. 

And then there was Valentino, which was fucking exquisite, imo. LIKE, CALLING DOCLE & GABBANA: THIS IS HOW YOU MAKE TROPICAL PRINT INTERESTING. YOU MAKE THE VELVET MONKEY’S ARM THE FRICKEN WAISTBAND. 

Seriously, though, I am enamoured with this colour palette; all the whites and golds are angelic and fr, I didn’t know until now that you could make neons this elegant. I’m also getting an almost clerical feel from a lot of these looks, with the plaited waistband on the black dress that’s 7th row down in the middle, the stunning red cape and the multitude of exaggerated neck ruffs. I think I’ve mentioned before but I always love religious references in clothing-I don’t think I’ll ever get over the 2018 Met Gala-and so whether I’m reading too much into it or not, this collection really did it for me.

Whilst it’s probably as far removed a collection from Valentino’s S/S 2020 contribution you can get, I also loved Vera Wang this season. It might purely (I PROMISE THIS IS MY LAST GOSSIP GIRL REFERENCE) be because it gives me Jenny Humphrey vibes and *controversial* she did have my favourite style of any of the main characters, but sue me, this is just the right amount of late 90s/early 2000s grunge. Deconstructed trashy goth it girl is an interesting concept to see on the runway and I completely support it. 

Versace on the other hand was very hit or miss. The looks I picked out I really loved but ultimately, for one of the household name brands, a lot of the actual garments were a bit pedestrian. I will say though that for me, it’s a case of the whole being greater than the sum of its parts. The slicked back mermaid hair and the pops of colour in the makeup and the interesting necklines meant that when it was good, it was GOOD. However, overall, still a bit too 80s Miami businesswoman, and please GOD, can we leave that hideous J-Lo dress in the past, it should really not be the climax of the show in 20-fucking-19!

As for Victoria Beckham, I liked it, but it’s a bit of a Gucci copy, no? And no way near as interesting?

And on that note, I’m gonna have to cut this off. Super annoying but with only 5 collections left that I want to talk about, Tumblr is being a little bitch and will not let me add anything more to this post. So, see you in 5 for the final post!

Lauren x

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Elliott Smith cross-song reference guide

Shytown/No Confidence Man split single (1994)

No Confidence Man

-"Charlie got a band in his hand" Charlie also referenced in Some Song from the Needle in the Hay single

Roman Candle (1994)

Roman Candle

-"He played himself, didn't need me to give him hell" giving hell also referenced in Southern Belle from Elliott Smith

Condor Ave

-"unless a light bulb really loved him very much" lightbulb also referenced in Coming Up Roses and St. Ide's Heaven from Elliott Smith -"you're in your Oldsmobile driving by the moon" moon also referenced in Coming Up Roses, Satellite and St. Ide's Heaven from Elliott Smith, A Living Will from the Son of Sam single, Little One from From a Basement on the Hill, Pretty Mary K (Other Version) from New Moon, True Love from the Heaven Adores You soundtrack and Everything's Okay (no official release)

No Name #1

No Name #2

No Name #3

-"home to oblivion" oblivion also referenced in Miss Misery (Early Version) from New Moon

Drive All Over Town

No Name #4

Last Call

-"you're an icicle" icicle also referenced in All Cleaned Out from New Moon

-"church bells and I'm awake" also featured in Shiva Opens Her Arms, the pre-Roman Candle demo that would later become Son of Sam from Figure 8.

Needle in the Hay single (1995)

Some Song

-"Charlie beat you up week after week" Charlie also referenced in No Confidence Man from the Shytown/No Confidence Man split single

Elliott Smith (1995)

Needle in the Hay

-"but you idiot kid" also features in Single File

Christian Brothers

Clementine

-"an angel in the snow" Angel in the Snow from New Moon, both of these songs were recorded in the same session.

Southern Belle

-"Give other people hell" give hell also referenced in Roman Candle from Roman Candle

Single File

-"shooting stars" stars also referenced in St. Ide's Heaven, Sweet Adeline and Bottle Up and Explode! from XO and Shooting Star from From a Basement on the Hill

-"you idiot kid" also features in Needle in the Hay

Coming Up Roses

-"under this bare light bulb" lightbulbs also referenced in Condor Ave from Elliott Smith and St. Ide's Heaven from Elliott Smith -"the moon is a sickle cell" moon also referenced in Condor Ave from Roman Candle, Satellite and St. Ide's Heaven from Elliott Smith, A Living Will from the Son of Sam single, Little One from From a Basement on the Hill, Pretty Mary K (Other Version) from New Moon, True Love from the Heaven Adores You soundtrack and Everything's Okay (no official release)

Satellite

-"You're a question mark coming after people you watched collide" question mark also referenced in A Question Mark from XO

-"they call it a lover's moon" moon also referenced in Condor Ave from Roman Candle, Coming Up Roses and St. Ide's Heaven from Elliott Smith, A Living Will from the Son of Sam single, Little One from From a Basement on the Hill, Pretty Mary K (Other Version) from New Moon, True Love from the Heaven Adores You soundtrack and Everything's Okay (no official release)Alphabet Town

St. Ide's Heaven

-"head full of stars" stars also referenced in Single File, Sweet Adeline and Bottle Up and Explode! from XO and Shooting Star from From a Basement on the Hill.

-"the moon is a lightbulb breaking" moon also referenced in Condor Ave from Roman Candle, Coming Up Roses and Satellite from Elliott Smith, A Living Will from the Son of Sam single, Little One from From a Basement on the Hill, Pretty Mary K (Other Version) from New Moon, True Love from the Heaven Adores You soundtrack and Everything's Okay (no official release)

-"lightbult breaking" lightbulb also referenced in Condor Ave from Roman Candle and Coming Up Roses

Good to Go

"good to go" also referenced in Amity from XO

The White Lady Loves You More

-"white lady" also also features in King's Crossing from From a Basement on the Hill

The Biggest Lie

Either/Or (1997)

Speed Trials

Alameda

Ballad of Big Nothing

Between the Bars

Pictures of Me

No Name No.5

Rose Parade

-"choke chain" also referenced in See You Later from New Moon

Punch and Judy

Angeles

Cupid's Trick

2:45 AM

-"it's 2:45 in the morning" also referenced in Looking Over My Shoulder from New Moon, both of which were recorded in the same session.

Say Yes

Waltz 2 (XO) single (1998)

How to Take a Fall

XO (1998)

Sweet Adeline

-"(You're the Flower of My Heart,) Sweet Adeline" is a barbershop ballad by Richard H. Gerard and Harry Armstrong.

-"Told me not to worry, you were just a shooting star" star also referenced in Single File and St. Ide's Heaven from Elliott Smith, Bottle Up and Explode!, and Shooting Star from From a Basement on the Hill

-"my Clementine" Clementine from Elliott Smith, and Oh My Darling, Clementine "usually credited to Percy Montrose (1884), although it is sometimes credited to Barker Bradford"

-"It's a picture-perfect evening and I'm staring down the sun" looking at the sun is an image also used in Everybody Cares, Everybody Understands

-"Fully loaded, deaf and dumb and done" is an image also used in the the next track from XO, Tomorrow Tomorrow.

Tomorrow Tomorrow

-"Heard the hammer at the lock, say you're deaf and dumb and done" is an image repeated from the previous song, Sweet Adeline.

Waltz #02 (XO)

-"singing Cathy's clown" Cathy's Clown is a song by The Everly Brothers, clown also referenced in Can't Make a Sound from Figure 8, The Last Hour from From a Basement on the Hill and All Cleaned Out from New Moon

-"Here it is the revenge to the tune, You're no good, You're no good you're no good you're no good, Can't you tell that it's well understood" You're No Good is a song by Linda Ronstadt

Baby Britain

-"the radio is playing Crimson and Clover" Crimson and Clover is a song by Tommy James and the Shondells

Pitseleh

-Pitseleh is Hebrew for "little one" which is a track from From a Basement on the Hill

Independence Day

Bled White

-"I'm a color reporter, Rose City on the 409" rose city also referenced in The Enemy Is You from the Baby Britain single

Waltz #1

Amity

"Amity good to go" also referenced in Good to Go from Elliott Smith

Oh Well, Okay

-"Here's the silhouette, the face always turned away" silhouette also referenced in Oh Well, Okay and Everything Reminds Me of Her from XO, and Almost Over from New Moon

-"The bleeding color gone to black, dying like a day" dying day also referenced in Somebody That I Used to Knoow

Bottle Up and Explode!

-"seeing stars surrounding you" stars also referenced in Single File and St. Ide's Heaven from Elliott Smith, Sweet Adeline, and Shooting Star from From a Basement on the Hill

A Question Mark

-"question mark" also referenced in Satellite from Elliott Smith

Everybody Cares, Everybody Understands

-"So here I lay dreaming, looking at the brilliant sun" staring at the sun also referenced in Sweet Adeline

I Didn't Understand

Baby Britain single (1999)

The Enemy Is You

-"when you go walking out in the rose city" rose city also referenced in Bled White from XO

Son of Sam single (2000)

A Living Will

-"gave it to the man in the moon" moon also referenced in Condor Ave from Roman Candle, Coming Up Roses, Satellite and St. Ide's Heaven from Elliott Smith, Little One from From a Basement on the Hill, Pretty Mary K (Other Version) from New Moon, True Love from the Heaven Adores You soundtrack and Everything's Okay (no official release)

Figure 8

*Bob Dorough/Schoolhouse Rock! cover*

Figure 8 (2000)

Son of Sam

-"I'm not uncomfortable, feeling weird. Lonely leered, options disappeared" Feeling weird. Lonely leered also referenced in In the Lost and Found (Honky Bach)/The Roost

Somebody That I Used to Know

-"I watched you deal in a dying day" dying day also referenced in Oh Well, Okay

Junk Body Trader

Everything Reminds Me of Her

-"the spin of the earth impaled the silhouette of the sun on the steeple" silhouette also referenced in Oh Well, Okay, and Almost Over from New Moon

Everything Mean Nothing to Me

L.A.

In the Lost and Found (Honky Bach)/The Roost

-"In the Lost and Found" referenced in Everything's Okay (no official release)

-"He kissed you quick, feeling weird. Lonely leered, and disappeared" Feeling weird. Lonely leered also referenced in Son of Sam

Stupidity Tries

Easy Way Out

Wouldn't Mama Be Proud

-"blowing coast to coast" coast to coast also referenced in Coast to Coast from From a Basement on the Hill

Color Bars

-"everyone wants me to ride into the sun" also referenced in Pretty Mary K

Happiness/The Gondola Man

Pretty Mary K

-"rode into the sun" also referenced in Color Bars

I Better Be Quiet Now

Can't Make a Sound

-"the hero killed the clown" clown also referenced in Waltz 02 (XO) from XO, The Last Hour from From a Basement on the Hill and All Cleaned Out from New Moon From a Basement on the Hill (2004)

Coast to Coast

-"coast to coast" also referenced in Wouldn't Mama Be Proud? from Figure 8

Let's Get Lost

-Let's Get Lost is the title of a 1988 Oscar award winning film documentary about jazz trumpeter Chet Baker. The film is named after the song covered by Chet Baker and written by Jimmy McHugh and Frank Loesser.

Pretty (Ugly Before)

Don't Go Down

Strung Out Again

A Fond Farewell

King's Crossing

-"white lady" also features in The White Lady Loves You More from Elliott Smith

Twilight

-Twilight is a song by ELO

A Passing Feeling

The Last Hour

-"I wasn't good at being a thief, more like a clown" clown also referenced in Waltz 02 (XO) from XO, Can't Make a Sound from Figure 8 and All Cleaned Out from New Moon

Shooting Star

-"shooting star" star also referenced in Single File and St. Ide's Heaven from Elliott Smith and Sweet Adeline and Bottle Up and Explode! from XO

Memory Lane

-"they kick you in the head" is also featured in the early version of Everybody Cares Everybody Understands from XO

Little One

-title referenced in Pitseleh from XO

-"under the moon as well as the sun" moon also referenced in Condor Ave from Roman Candle, Coming Up Roses, Satellite and St. Ide's Heaven from Elliott Smith, A Living Will from the Son of Sam single, Pretty Mary K (Other Version) from New Moon, True Love from the Heaven Adores You soundtrack and Everything's Okay (no official release)

A Distorted Reality Is Now a Necessity to Be Free

New Moon (2007)

Angel in the Snow

-title referenced in Clementine from Elliott Smith

Talking to Mary

-"more money down your sock" is an image also repeated in Pretty Mary K (Other version)/Everything's Okay originally recorded for From a Basement on the Hill

High Times

New Monkey

Looking Over My Shoulder

-"It's forty-five past two–I almost forgot to show" is a reference to 2:45am from Either/Or, both of which were recorded in the same session.

Going Nowhere

Riot Coming

All Cleaned Out

-"an icicle inside" icicle also referenced in Last Call from Roman Candle

-"about 5 o'clock here comes your clown" clown also referenced in Waltz 02 (XO) from XO, Can't Make a Sound from Figure 8 and The Last Hour from From a Basement on the Hill

First Timer

Go By

-"go by" references also in Mr. Good Morning

Miss Misery (Early Version)

-"He vanished into oblivion" oblivion also referenced in No Name #3 from Elliott Smith

Thirteen

Georgia, Georgia

-Georgia, Georgia is a 1972 Swedish-American drama film written by Maya Angelous and directed by Stig Björkman

Whatever (Folk Song in C)

Big Decision

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New Disaster

Seen How Things Are Hard

Fear City

"new game" also referenced in Brand New Game

Either/Or

Pretty Mary K(Other Version)

-"my arm around the moon" moon also referenced in Condor Ave from Roman Candle, Coming Up Roses, Satellite and St. Ide's Heaven from Elliott Smith, A Living Will from the Son of Sam single, Little One from From a Basement on the Hill,True Love from the Heaven Adores You soundtrack and Everything's Okay (no official release)

-"silhouette" also referenced in Oh Well, Okay and Everything Reminds Me of Her from XO

See You Later

-"choke chain" also referenced in Rose Parade from Either/Or

Half Right

Heaven Adores You soundtrack (2014)

Don't Call Me Billy

Plainclothes Man

-"little boy in blue" referenced in Everything's Okay and Pretty Mary K (Other Version from New Moon

True Love

-"each night I look up at a bright honey moon" moon also referenced in Condor Ave from Roman Candle, Coming Up Roses, Satellite and St. Ide's Heaven from Elliott Smith, A Living Will from the Son of Sam single, Little One from From a Basement on the Hill, Pretty Mary K (Other Version) from New Moon, True Love from the Heaven Adores You soundtrack and Everything's Okay (no official release)

I Love My Room

Unofficailly released

Eveything's Okay

-"little boy in blue" referenced in Pretty Mary K (Other Version) from New Moon and Plainclothes Man from the Heaven Adores You soundtrack

-"I'm in the lost and found" lost and found referenced in In the Lost and Found (Honky Bach)/The Roost from Figure 8

-"I wonder if that clown knows just what to do"

-"the reflection of the moon" "my arms around the moon" moon also referenced in Condor Ave from Roman Candle, Coming Up Roses, Satellite and St. Ide's Heaven from Elliott Smith, A Living Will from the Son of Sam single, Little One from From a Basement on the Hill, Pretty Mary K (Other Version) from New Moon and True Love from the Heaven Adores You soundtrack

Place Pigalle

-"foreign son on holiday" foreign _ on holiday referenced in Dancing on the Highway

Dancing in the Highway

-"like a foreigner on holiday" foreign _ on holiday referenced in Place Pigalle

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