#and now I am late to maneskin

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Do you ever feel like you get into trends, movies, music, memes and fandoms late? I am the constant late pattern here. Show up excited only to realize you’re years late…

[redge]

Oshi no Ko Chapter 154

I need an outlet for this chapter so instead of posting a thread on Twitter (X), I'll just post my thoughts here.

Rereading this chapter while listening to this song on repeat. 💔

I despise Airi Himekawa. I don't know what horrible things has happened to her but no one, not even Hikaru Kamiki, deserved what happened to him as a child. Airi molesting this child is what started this all and I hate her.

For him to actually tell Ai "let's get married!" like that's the most normal thing going forward like "Taiki's my son I don't know what to do about it but with you, I will take responsibilty so let's get married" oh gosh just by typing this and knowing what are on the next pages is crushing me 😭

Also, Ai 😭 Would she know better? They're both so young that time but Ai left him because she wanted to take responsibility and lift the burden off Kamiki when they could have... 😭

And the way Kamiki just accepted it as it is even when he was so broken because he also believes he's undeserving of Ai or anyone's love 😭

But broken people do crazy shits and one of the craziest thing young broken Kamiki did was to tell her address to Ryosuke. But oh to read this line:

"The despair I felt when the girl I loved so much... That I was willing to sacrifice my life for... told me she couldn't love me." 💔😭

"We were just forcing our fantasies on Ai." He understood the lie she built as an idol but not the most important lie she told him I am heartbroken and I am typing this hearing the lyrics "it's torturous, tonight is gonna be the loneliest" SEND HELP 😭

The DVD oh my god 😭 Imagine how Hikaru might have felt after hearing Ai's voice for the first time in a long time, talking about him, how she understood how he was crushed by the entertainment industry, how she knows he's depending on him.

"The truth is, I really wanted to be with him forever. I wanted to carry the burden he carried and raise our children together. I wanted to live my future with him. After all, he's the first person I've ever wanted to love. Even though I don't really understand love."

"The first person I've ever wanted to love" From this line, you can't help but think, maybe when she was stabbed and said "I love you" to her children then the sigh of relief "I finally said it" maybe it was because on the first time, she wasn't able to say it properly to Kamiki, knowing in her heart that he was the first person she wanted to love. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 Tears. Just tears. The Entertainment Industry-idols and artists- give happiness to their audience but at what cost?! Both of them were willing to take the risk and thinking of a future together but it's too late now because Ai is gone and whose fault? 😭😭😭

If Aqua's revenge is to crush his father mentally, make him live or die in regret, than good job Aqua because as a reader, I don't feel anything but regret reading through these panels. 😭

And then that last panel with Ruby. Makes me think that maybe she actually know who Kamiki was in chapter 146. Maybe she was not seeking answer from god, but she was trying to get an answer from her father because she knew all along that the man with umbrella was her father, because everytime she visits Ai's grave, she see's him visiting too. What a plot twist it would be if it was actually Ruby who's the first one who knew that Hikaru Kamiki was their father.

Ah. The story of Ai and Kamiki is so heartbreaking it resonates with this lyrics from The Loneliest by Maneskin:

You'll be the saddest part of me

A part of me that will never be mine

It's obvious

Tonight is gonna be the loneliest

Akakasa-sensei, I respect you and your writing. What a chapter.

[endversewinchester]

Here's the two cents nobody asked for but I will give anyway- Damiano wanting to do pop music because he feels he reached a point in his career where he can chase after personal projects and things he enjoys is perfectly fine. I hate it, but he is allowed.

But Damiano completely erasing Maneskin to the point where he went "this is the first day of my life" on insta, walking off an interview when asked about the band, essentially implying he's too mature to do rock now, that he couldn't be himself in the band and that the identity he built this far are all lies, and shading his own fanbase rather than offering reasonable explanations to the changes is not it.

There were about a million ways to do what he is doing now without stomping all over what came before, and his apparent innability to go "listen, I love the band, I love my friends, I wouldn't have gotten to where I am today without them and the fans but I want to try something different." are why I am seeing so many people flip on him every other day lately.

He needs a new PR team immediately. On every level. I realize Dove as an actress has plenty of knowledge on how the industry works but her own PR team cost her her entire latam fanbase not that long ago. It would be wise to look elsewhere for this one.

[rigginsstreet]

misc. tag game

tagged by @blood-mocha-latte

a band you don’t like that many others do:

maneskin... tried a couple songs, wanted to like them.... cant do it

a childhood memory that you remember vividly:

this costume contest i refused to enter because my costume was boring and i knew i was gonna lose by the adults were like "no just join come on itll be fun" and i was like... already consumed by the darkness at that point lmfao and i sat watching everyone crying. fun! lmfao

least favorite animal and why:

i hate a snake. i respect their role in the ecosystem but dont you ever put one near me. dont put one within 5 miles of me. no. i dont trust anything that slithers bitch aint got no legs! i dont like that. and the striking? dont like that either. i have to stop talking about them now im genuinely uncomfortable

hot fandom take:

steve harrington is not a good character. he is badly written. yall only like him cuz you think joe is hot. thats literally it. the man has literally zero positive qualities. apply this to every other loved st character as well theyre all bad the show sucks i hope everyone dies

do you were any jewelry, if so, what’s your favorite piece:

i wear a friendship bracelet and a rope bracelet i got on a cruise (i forgot what theyre called. sailor bracelets or something?) and thats about the extent of my jewelry wearing

a movie others liked but you didn’t:

i don't think i've ever cognitively watched a movie and thought that i loved it or hated it. i'm usually just like Well That Sure Was A Movie. <- im keeping prevs because thats what wildest thing ive ever read in my life i need to study you lmfao as for my answer, insidious movies are bad. youre next is bad. many movies this website loves i havent even seen but i know they are bad thats why i havent watched them.

three things you love about yourself:

my hair is getting real cute lately. i am a huge bitch. i stare at my butt a lot i think its fun

a place you hope to visit in the future and why:

italyyyy i want to trace my roots

an actor that gets on your nerves and why:

idk if theres actors i have beef with for their personality lmao several i dont like because they are overhyped and im sick of seeing them. ariana grande she counts as an actress i cant stand her lmfao the vibes are rancid also stop dating married (taken) men its gross its weird

things you’re excited for in the nearby future?:

for my dog to finally be healed from her surgery cuz god its a lot of working making sure she dont pop her stitches

least favorite ship in a fandom you’re in:

if stancy is endgame im setting fires to buildings i want you all to know this. also fuck a steddie and a ronance but that goes without saying

what’s the most toxic fandom you’ve been in?:

stranger things. riverdales a close second but stranger things... you are all genuinely mentally unwell i would like to speak to your therapists and tell them shit aint working

list three things you find beautiful about life:

the ocean my best friend the ocean. animals just be out here looking for pets... brings a tear to my eye. im really struggling for a third life is bad lmfao my best friend? thats it.

any dreams for the future?

i try not to think about the future it gives me panic attacks

how are you really feeling today?

sleepy

tagging (no pressure): @panickedpenguin @avalonlights @ihaveacorgi @imsodishy

[fanaticsnail]

Get To Know Me

Thank you for the tag, @glassartpeasants. Now I want grilled cheese and creamy soda!

Rules: Answer and tag 6 people

Favourite Colour: Blue - cool as the water, pale as the sky.

Last Song: Honey - Maneskin. I listen to it when I wake up at 5am. Because of the lyrics: "🎶iiiiiits fiiiiiive AAAAAAA emmmmm🎶"

Currently Reading: At one stage or another throughout the year, I'll reread the Wee Free Men by Sir Terry Pratchett. It's a big comfort, the Discworld series'. For right now, I have been reading fanfics.

Currently Watching: Yellowstone. Cowboys are on the mind lately, and I have been writing One Piece aus about it. I am enjoying it, Rip and Lloyd are my favourites. And Beth.

Currently Craving: Brown sugar tiger milk tea, with boba, cream top, and less ice. It's not even 6am and the shops don't open for another 4 hours here. I might try to make it.

Coffee or Tea: Coffee. If it's cold out, black. If it's hot out, iced with milk. I am also partial to whipped black coffee. Oooooooh I could go for a whipped black coffee right now. Might add that to the bubble tea concoction I'm gonna try to make.

No pressure tags, I just want to get to know you: @physics-of-one-piece @thenotsofantasticlifestory @avogigi @queenmimi2817 @okanadafreakingfan @jinbeioyabun

[punkishtoxtricity]

YOUR TURN!!! SHARE YOUR HEVISAURUS HCS IF TOU HAVE ANY BATS MY EYELASHES

i have many so bear with me if u will

herra hevisaurus

-he’s a very big fan of certain metal bands from around the world. i think the german version canonized him being a rammstein and metallica fan

-the beef with helene fischer is also personal. i feel like something had to have happened to make him not like her that much

-just a silly lil guy! he loves trying new things and doing dangerous stuff that often gets him into trouble(riffi usually gets him out tho)

-he’s pansexual to me. i think he loves everyone!

-also the english version of jee hevisaurus has him saying yall so. he would be southern if he lived here in america

riffi raffi

-the watchful one of the group. i think he’s the oldest along with the quietest. he gets everyone out of trouble and is generally a good help around the house and on tour

-the little tiny wings idea you had was so real he totally does

-also the trans masc idea is so true. i think his top surgery scars would be flames or something cool. or not bc he’s a dragon

-he paints his nails. i will not take question on this

-i think it’d be funny if as a dragon his fav song to play on guitar to play is through the fire and flames. i think he likes complicated rifts and likes being challenged

-gay methinks

muffi puffi

-(insert the thing that chrissy chapleka said about “she’s not dumb dumb. well she is dumb but not in that way. she’s actually a radical leftist!)

-he’s plotting something i can feel it

-he is autistic you’re so true. i think he’s really into monster trucks (herra wrote monster auto for him) if he was american he would be a monster jam fan

-bi disaster. i will not explain myself

-he probably had a crush on any good bassist he liked. so the chick from maneskin, and mikey way

komppi momppi

-he’s tired of everyone’s shit

-he be drumming so late into the night that riffi has to tell him to stop so they can sleep

-also he wears a nightcap and that thing scrooge wears to bed. idk it just feels right for him

-he LOVES horses. he rides them, researches them, he’s in on the horse drama on social media. he could tell you 300 horse facts and you wouldn’t be able to stop him

-also yes he is def a polyglot. i think he speaks everything with a very on point accent

-no kato is his vocal stim. this is true i am him

-the app makes his voice that of a surfer dude, i think he would surf in his free time

-he’s ace panromantic. i can’t explain this one it just feels true

milli pilli

-silliest girl ever. she does some light crime. riffi lets her as a treat

-she prefers keytar to her regular keyboard but usually opts out of it on stage bc her legs be hurting

-chaos ball of the group. none of them can keep her from doing crazy stuff so they just let her

-lesbian. also won’t explain this one

-she plays the most out there video games you can think of. like she loves lsd dream emulator

-she’s also a horror fan. idk why

general

-whenever they stop in a city they haven’t been before, komppi plans a couple things to do in that city and everyone follows him around

-all of them like theme parks. especially the one shown in ugala bugala

-they like pokemon. no this isn’t me projecting

-once a week one of them picks a show and they all sit down and binge the whole things over a couple days

that’s all i got for now

[angela-feelstoomuch]

I’m a bit late, but @spruceoutoffive tagged me! (Thaaaaaanks!) Share five songs I have on repeat right now.

Full disclosure, I’m not really one to listen to a lot of music and I usually just listen to the same thing for months till i get tired or a new song appears. So, this is just 5 random songs that I remember in this precise moment of time. Also, I’m a sad bitch, so all of them are probably gonna be sad. And you def need to go listen to them all because I don't listen to much but I have excellent taste.

1) The loneliest by Maneskin.

My fav song. Nothing else to say. So pretty, so sad, so heartbreaking. Knowning that Damiano wrote it thinking about what would be left of him when he dies… Chef kiss. I love this song with all my heart.

2) Eat your young by Hozier.

It’s him. Just… him. Also TikTok.

3) Estopa (group). Any song.

They are my fav Spanish group and I literally know every single song they have. They are the soundtrack of my life and I enjoy everything they do.

4) Hellevator by Stray Kids.

Yes, I was a kpop fan. Yes, I still am sometimes. I love Stray Kids and I specially love this song. It was the first (recently turned like 5 years, I feel old) and it’s wonderful.

5) Unsaid Emily, OST from Julie and the Phantoms.

Go see the show. See the episode. Then come back and tell me how much you cried during the song. Your’re welcome.

(Also some other songs that I enjoy without any reason: 100 bad days by AJR, the entire OST of The greatest showman, Maneskin whole discography, 21 guns by Green Day)

So there’s that. Tagging: @suckerforpsychos and @big-time-schmidtster <3

[mydarlinglaszlo]

📢 sharoooooooon for the ask game! 🪐night in or night out? 🎧3 songs that pop up on your Spotify shuffle 🦢what made you start your blog?

airiiii :D 🪐night in or night out? hmm well. on the one hand i am very tempted to say night in cause i love staying in and it's so easy and does not require that much mental energy, and yeah sometimes that's nice, but actually a lot of the time when i do go out to meet up with friends i find myself having a better time (ah. i miss it i've barely done it lately). but obvs not too often cause that would be draining. so i guess a mix of both. 🎧3 songs that pop up on your Spotify shuffle from my On Repeat: Matt Berry - Take My Hand (it's so so good!! is there something this man can't do) Florence + The Machine - Delilah (god i've been obssessed with it for a few months now. incurable) Maneskin - The Driver (also so so good) 🦢what made you start your blog? after i finished watching lost i found myself going through a lot of the tags on tumblr to find gifs, and then i did the same when i finished buffy and a friend of mine at the time that had tumblr encouraged me to actually sign up, and so here i am, 12+ years later, still very here. damn it's been awhile lol ask game

[chogiwow]

hello! happy new year, even tho im so late, hope this winter is treating u well!! how r u doing(if its ok to ask)? the festives and the consequent no sun season are so busy exams or work wise, so i hope ur not absolutely swathed with stuff to do, and are taking lots of breaks and rest! wishing lots of sun and coffee and chocolates and books ur way! (unless u already have the sun in which case im stealing it back from u its been missing from here since a week) what kind of music are u listening to these days? hope u have a wonderful day! (@skz-maybe-incorrects)

hi juni !!

i'm currently cramming for my finals (i have my first tmr i haven't studied n e thing hAHAHHA) and simultaneously worrying about internships and life in general bc who doesn't love an emotional overload once in a while hehe :> i'm doing however i'm supposed to be doing ig, i am past the point of caring, i just accept things the way they are now 😎<3

how are you doing?? (pls tell me fr i would love to know, bc i know nothing abt you sjhsdsd i feel bad) but i hope you're doing well <3

and no !! we didn't have the sun for almost a week either !! (now is that a coinkidenk or do we live in the same area hmmmmm) but either way, my nails are blue (like low blood and all) and i'm starting to understand what 'shiver me timbers' means haha ;; hope you're keeping warm :'>

i've been into enha a lot recently (more like, i have 7 of their songs always on loop) but other than that i've been listening to sufiana sham's mashup <3 it's so good <3 and way too much of 1975,, i feel like they are The Winter Band for me yk?? oh and also, maneskin never gets old, so i have them on shuffle too hehe :>

[gatsby-holmes]

So, the vibes:

Catherine Morland bc I wouldn't have been able able write my final thesis without thinking about what she would like to read about women's history.

Percy Shelley bc I am actually very obsessed with Mary Wollstonecraft and Mary Shelley, but before learning more about their history I thought Percy was kind of a douchebag, and although he made questionable choices, I like him better now and I wanted to show it with a lil quote from one of his poems.

Ivan Aiazovsky bc, well, just look at it. It's great.

Maneskin bc I've been listening them a lot lately but also acdc, gorillaz, guns n roses. I just think I'm on a rock gal phase heh.

[orcaofmyheart99]

Chaos at the Theatre (Our Lord and Savior Rick Astley)

Suddenly as the patrons all exited the theatre, a giant silver spaceship descended. The emotions people were feeling or of utter fear and delight. The ramp of the spaceship opened to reveal none other than super star Rick Astley. How did this come about? What had humanity done to deserve this? Rick walked down the ramp, surveying his subjects. His wildest dreams were finally coming true. He was finally going to conquer humanity. As Rick began to walk around people were both running and bowing to their overlord. Alex and his friends quickly decided that they needed to join forces and oppose Rick Astley. “Everyone who does not accept Rick Astley as their new Lord and Savior get back into the theatre!” Alex shouted out. Most of the people walked back into the theatre. Those who remained outside joined forces with Rick Astley and his reign. They would chart a new course in history.

Alex got up on the stage and addressed the remaining crowd. “Alright, Rick Astley has finally descended to Earth. From the ancient teachings we can only assume he is here to cause chaos. Fellow resisters, we must rise up. Join me, now as we fight for our freedom, nay our very lives” The newsies came out

“Hey yous guys, I’m Jack Kelly. I faced Sniper and I can help fight back against Rick. Me and the other newsies can spread the word about our new Lord and Savior. We will win” “I’m Kathrine Plummer. I can write an article to alert humanity to this new terrifying yet fantastical and magical threat” Jack called out “You coming with me Davey” “Of course. I will always be by your side even if it includes rising up against Rick Astley” “Race, Albert, Specs, Crutchie, Spot, Les come on, we have news to spread” The newsie ran off “Be safe” Elizabeth Schuyer called after them

Gilfoyle and Dinesh raised their hands “We are good at coding” Dinesh explained “We can make sure that Rick Astley doesn’t try to take down the internet” Gilfoyle added Alex nodded

Rafael Barba and Sonny Carisi volunteered next “We are lawyers. If Rick breaks any laws, we will be there to enforce them” Rafa said “I was a former NYPD detective so I have connections with law enforcement” Sonny stated “Great. I am sure the power of Rick Astley will soon be spreading to America as well. I have no idea what the future will hold, but it is up to us to shape it” Alex agreed.

Crowley and Aziraphale and also joined some of the crowd back in the theatre. They looked at each other Aziraphale whispered to Crowley “Did Hell plan this?” Crowley shook his head “No one, Heaven nor Hell, wields this kind of power so great as to conquer all of mankind” Aziraphale said “maybe we could try a little miracle, just to stall the all powerful Rick Astley?” Crowley nodded in agreement. They both closed their eyes, willing their powers to take effect and slow the Rick Roll. Tightly holding each others hands they murmed “save humanity, save us all” However, it was too late. Rick Astley was too powerful to be stopped now. His power was even moving to the music scene now. What had only hours before been Maneskin’s new song, Honey, are you coming? Was now changed to Rick, are you coming?” A plan on how to destroy Rick was put into action. People ran out of the theatre, spreading the word, gathering supplies and weapons. Alex, flanked by his friends, bravely walked up to Rick Astley who was still standing outside of his spaceship. He was explaining to his subjects what his rule would mean and how he was their Lord and Savoir while very loudly playing Never Gonnna Give You Up”

“Hey Astley” Alex yelled out Rick turned and looked at Alex. “I don’t fully understand your powers, but you need to leave. Stop this chaos and nonsense.” “I will never stop. I am never gonna give up. I have come to rule all of humanity and make it for the better. My reign of terror will look favorabley upon those who follow me. Those who do not accept me as their Lord and Savior will face severe consequences.” Rick stated darkly, with an evil smile on his face. Even Crowley felt a tinge of fear upon hearing this message. “How about this? Whoever does a better rap wins. If I win, then you must leave and never return. If you win, you will rule all of humanity.” Rick Astley shrugged. “Sounds fair enough. I’ll start” After Rick finished his verses, Alex went. The crowd cheered for Alex as he finished with “Ghastley Astley”

Rick Astley looked dismayed. Ale had clearly won. His plan for world domination was vanquished before his very eyes. All those years up in space on planet NGGYU had unfortunately not paid off. He planned it out all so carefully, yet he had not realized just how much his reign might be resisted. Humanity had wronged him once more. He was going to have to give up. Rick waved a final goodbye as he walked back into this silver spaceship. “This is goodbye for now humanity. Just be warned. This is only a fraction of what I am capable of. I will return” With that the spaceship flew off. People were both thankful and saddened at Rick’s leaving.

Crowley took Aziraphale in his arms. “I’m glad everything is ok” Aziraphale said as they parted “Me too” Crowley smiled Rafael and Sonny headed to the airport. This was a trip they would always remember both fondly and fearfully. Alex was hugged by his friends. He was eager to brag to Jefferson about how he defeated Rick Astley. Jack and the other newsies gathered at a local deli to go over the events. Kathrine published an article the next day detailing the rise and fall of Rick Astley. Davey held Jack’s hand as they read the article together. Race smoked his cigar laughing at how much Davey and Jack were clearly in love.

Everything ended well, given the recent circumstances. There are some believers out there who accept Rick Astley as their Lord and Savior. Do you?

[filthforfriends]

A Lullaby for the Dawn

Damiano x org fem character

Word count: 3.3k

Request: Damiano as a father fluff

TW: swearing, mention of sex

Damiano looked into the studio wings when they went on commercial break. Chiara said she’d come if the babies were asleep and could be left with the nanny. Having her near always calmed the nerves, but the prospect of going back to the hotel room to quiet and order was even more enticing. Unfortunately he didn’t see her, just their publicist who said a prayer each time a member of Maneskin opened their mouths on American national television. The cameraman gestured that they had a minute until Late Night with Conan O’Brien was live again.

“Alright, we’re back in just a sec here,” called a production assistant. Conan straightened out his cue cards, rolled his shoulders back, and sat up straight. Damiano refocused his attention, putting on his camera face with a generous dash of personna. He wished they’d seat Victoria closest to the host instead. When Damiano was tired he didn’t always feel like putting out a megawatt of charisma. The house band was cued into playing and the camera counted down on three upheld fingers.

“Alright, and we're back with Maneskin! Now we started talking before the break, but I have to ask, what’s with the clothes?” Conan gestures up and down the outfit with his hand. It was the usual black leather, pretty tame for them.

“They’re cool. What do you mean?” God bless Thomas for getting better at English for these interviews.

“Well it’s very,” Conan pauses for dramatic effect, as if they hadn’t planned this, as if he hadn’t seen far worse every single Met Gala. “It’s very Rihanna, very chains and whips excite me.”

“We look hot, what other reason does there need to be?” Victoria gave a flirtatious smile with her arm flung over the back of the sofa, unafraid to take up space. “Plus whips and chains do sound pretty exciting don’t you think?” Even Ethan spoke up and agreed, and Damiano knew it would come off as strange if he didn’t speak up, like, now.

“We think that people should wear whatever they like, whatever makes them feel empowered. This is part of what our message.” If Damiano had to talk about their message one more time he was taking a vow of silence like a monk. They’re musicians, not politicians.  “This is what makes us feel powerful, we feel good in it. It also takes from one of our favorite era’s of rock music, when bands and music were the most influential, we think. And that, of course, inspires us.”

“Because you look very sex, drugs, and rock ‘n roll, if I may say.” Conan seemed to almost choke on those words, feigning being scandalized to identify with the viewers. “What’s something about you that would surprise people? What’s something that they wouldn’t expect?” Damiano wonders if it's a set up for what Victoria says next.

“Well Damiano is married with children.” They all chuckle at that, it clashes so aggressively with the rest of their image it sounds ludacris. Conan’s eyebrows go up to his receding hairline, of course meticulously covered by makeup.

“Really?” He sounds so surprised that he might argue with them on that fact. “Wow, I did not expect that.” Damiano nods along, eyes critical, as if to say: yes someone would trust me enough to marry me. No, I am not just whoring my way through my fan base just because I can. Yes I am capable of commitment. No, the things you associate with my aesthetic are not representative of my entire personhood. Yes, I am still a touring, successful musician with a family. No, you cannot make my fatherhood into a funny one liner. Yes I am present and active in their lives.

He at least sees and honors the warning look in Damiano’s eyes. For the camera’s  to fully catch it, they’d have to be directly across from Damiano, which they aren’t, Conan is.

“Well your kids are going to have an incredible life.” Damiano lets his face soften into a genuine smile. “Was that kid's plural? Like more than one? I know English isn’t your first language.” It's funny enough that Maneskin can feign a genuine chuckle.

“Yeah, yeah I have twins.” Even with all the pain in the assery of parenthood, Damiano feels warm talking about his babies. He knows that his disposition has changed, and can feel it in the way the corners of his mouth turn upwards without him ordering his facial muscles to do so. He both loves talking about his children and is intensely private about them.

“How'd that happen?” Oh well I choose to intentionally become a father to two right as my career as a musician was taking off internationally, why do you ask? Really it's a rhetorical question because, obviously, by accident. Victoria saves Damiano from his own sharp tongue, being the best friend that she is.

“Conan, if you don’t already know I don’t think we can tell you, given how you Americans feel about sex.” The audience laughs at this, even members of the house band chuckle. Victoria looks over at them and smiles, also pulling them in. She’s smart to get as many people under her spell as possible, and on a less sleep deprived day, Damiano would be doing the exact same.

“I believe you have a story about a bird, yes? That you say to children?” Ethan’s thick accent is endearing, and the room laughs again. Damiano just rides the band's good humor and wit for the next minute and a half until they’re off the air. The second he gets the signal, he jumps up to ask if anyone’s seen Chiara. Thair publicist says no, so Damiano goes to his dressing room to dig his phone out of the pocket of his street clothes.

10 minutes ago: just got them to sleep ❤️ if you wake them coming inside I’ll murder you ❤️❤️ I hope the show went well love!

So she didn’t get to watch it. Damiano feels a touch crestfallen, but he knew this was likely to happen. Chiara would catch up when she could, knowing that this momentous landmark in their career was something Damiano would want her to see, want her opinion on.

“Everything good at home?” Ethan’s the first to get into the dressing room and away from the polite chit chat with industry execs.

“Yeah, she just got the kids down.” Ethan’s choice of language evokes something in Damiano. “They’ve adapted to the hotel rooms, but I wish they didn’t have to. I think they prefer the tour bus because it's constant. But, you know the tour bus...”

“The tour bus sucks,” finished Vic as she entered the room, stylist behind her.

“Exactly.” Damiano held his arms up so their stylist Nick could free him from this gorgeous contraption of an outfit. They had a routine. Damiano was first for most things so he could get back to the children, back to Chiara. It was one of the many sacrifices his bandmates had made for him. He was eternally grateful for the way they’d handled the surprise pregnancy, being fiercely protective of Damiano and his little family.

Thomas, Victoria, and Ethan had been endlessly generous, not making him choose between his career, his kids, and the love of his life. He got all three because of his bandmates. When they’d presented as a united front, it didn’t matter what their management at Sony wanted. They’d become successful enough that if their record label fought them, they could buy out of their contract and get dozens of offers to sign with a new label. Sony knew that, they knew that, Maneskin’s management knew that. So while they made enemies, Damiano had also made a life for himself.

“So how’s the American nanny?” Nick had moved on to unhooking Thomas from his chainmail. The casual maturity with which Thomas spoke - not even 23 years old - floored Damiano when he was feeling retrospective.

“She can only do so much to soothe them when they don’t recognize her. Cosma especially misses Rosa, I think.” Rosa had been their children’s nanny since they were three months old, but she didn’t speak any English. She spoke some French, German, Spanish, etc. so in multilingual Europe they were fine. It just wasn’t safe for Rosa to care for them in a country like America. The logistics of arranging a nanny in the states had been hellish too. Regardless, Gazala was grey, steady, experienced, and not overwhelmed by the twins. The memory of traveling across the Atlantic without a nanny still made Damiano shudder.

“But Cosma is doing better?” Damiano nodded along and hummed in agreement to whomever had asked the question, arranging everything in his bag so he wouldn’t make noise doing so in the hotel.

“It would be good for Rosa to learn English.”

“Right, you say that like it was so easy for you, Ethan.” Even a preoccupied Damiano grins while the others laugh at Vic’s quip.

“Okay, I will see you guys way too fucking early tomorrow. Let me know if they change the call time again. And by me, I mean Leo since my phone is gonna be on silent anyways!”

“Good luck,” Nick calls out, as Damiano walks out the door. As always, with two toddlers and a wife in his mid-twenties, he’ll need it.

Damiano cringes at the beep the key card makes, and again at the heavy latch on the hotel room door. He feels someone helping him open it quietly on the other side, and is met with Chiara’s face. Even in the spring, L.A. was warm enough for her to wear just a t-shirt to bed. It's one of his old Pink Floyd tees, fished out of the donate pile because it was 100% cotton. Her hair is half falling out of some updo, face bare of makeup,  no time for eyelash extensions.

He knew Chiara didn’t feel glamorous this way, but Damiano favored this unadorned look. It was the most accurate presentation of her physical form, and Damiano was devoted to her. He only preferred it more after Cosma and Icaro, because it was the way she looked when she cared for the babies they’d made. It was the way she looked when he’d made love to her and created those babies.

“How’d it go?” Chiara whispered, as she pulled open the door and Damiano stepped inside.

“Good, good. I missed you.” He pecked her on the lips addings “as always” to defuse any tension. Chiara would have been backstage clapping louder than the audience if she could, and Damano knew that. She ran the pads of her middle fingers along his jaw, tenderly, and he hungered for her. Damiano pulled her close with one hand, kissing Chiara and attempting to coax her mouth open so he could get a taste of her tongue. In an effort to be suave, he closed the door behind him with his other hand. The handle slipped from his fingers and the door slammed shut. Both of them froze completely, listening for the sound of cries, but hearing none. They let out a collective breath.

“Fuck, sorry,” Damiano whispered. Chiara smiled fondly in return.

“Fatherhood really messes with your rock star mojo. It's a good thing you didn’t wake them up,” Chiara moves her lips against Damiano’s ear, “because then I would have to kill you.” She bites down on his earlobe and gives him a light smack on the ass, turning to walk towards the bedroom. Damiano catches Chiara by her wrist and pulls her in for another kiss, slow and passionate.

“As much as I love the direction this is going, Leo is waking you up in seven hours and I doubt you’ll sleep through all of them.” Damiano lets out a frustrated groan. Chiara grabs his groin and gives a good squeeze, before whipping away fast enough that Damiano can’t catch her.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do with that,” asks Damiano, desperatly.

“Take some time off from the studio and you’ll find out.” She winks before turning back around again and sauntering towards the bedroom. “In the meantime, have fun in the shower.” It’s such a tease, but he deserves it a little bit. He doesn’t have any right to shuttle her and kids across the world, just to ignore them for L.A. producers. This is why he and Chiara work. She has a knack for getting her way without creating a battle of wills.

After a disappointing orgasm in the shower, Damiano thinks he may ask Chiara extremely nicely for some assistance with his libido if the moment presents itself. She’s totally passed out when he comes into the bedroom to change into sleep clothes. Chiara’s head is laying between the two pillows, face pressed into Damiano’s, mouth agape. He hopes she’ll drool so he can tease her about it.

Damiano hears little noises of upset from one of the nursery rooms, and goes to hold Icaro. He hasn’t spent any time with them today and he misses his babies with the ache of an unhealing wound in his chest. The pain is always the same, you just adapt. Damiano never understood how you could miss a baby. All they do is maintain a constant cycle of consuming calories and producing waste, crying intermittently. That was until he had his own children, at which point the separation was excruciating.

Icaro was already on his feet, reaching for his father when Damiano got to the crib. Maybe it was the weight of his footsteps or his smell, but Icaro recognized something before he even got in the room. It was that magical tether between parents and child, the one you get exhausted of people harping on about. Icaro’s face was screwed up in agitation, a couple of tears on his cheeks, reaching out to what he knew to be a source of comfort.

“Oh, come here,” Damiano cooed, lifting him out of the crib. Icaro was learning how to climb out of it himself, which had preemptively fried Damiano’s nerves. He twined one arm around his father’s neck, the other curiously grabbing the button of Damiano’s shirt. Damiano could feel the warmth of his tiny hand through the fabric. He bounced him, swaying side to side, and after a few seconds Icaro became too preoccupied and forgot the crying. His face relaxed and Damiano’s own eyes looked back at him. It was uncanny.

“Dadda,” he garbled.

“Yes, dadda,” Damiano confirmed, peppering his cheeks with kisses. When they’d decided to keep the baby, Damiano confessed to Chiara that he was afraid his own child would not recognize him. She promised him they wouldn’t let that happen.

“Yes,” echoed Icaro, sitting up to look around, then letting his head fall against his father’s chest. “Yes, dadda.” Damiano beamed. They’d become little people in a new capacity in the past month. They’d started to emotionally regulate, ask for what they wanted, use a word to communicate. There were so many more facial expressions, they’d run up and hug the legs of someone they liked, tugging on the fabric of their pants. Cosma did it almost every morning Damiano stood in the kitchen making breakfast. She’d let out a joyous giggle, then stomp her feet a couple times in a little celebratory dance. Damiano would mimic her, then she’d mimic him, back and forth until Cosma lost interest.

Damiano could feel his son fighting sleep. His hand would spazam a little then come back to rest on his father’s chest. Soon he was still, but Damiano kept moving just to make sure. There was something so comforting about holding a baby, or a cat, or a puppy. As if we were meant to cradle warm little beings in our arms, made to hold each other. The idea that a whole life could be contained in such a small embrace never failed to amaze Damiano. He carefully put Icaro back in his crib, supporting his head, covering him in a blanket he’d kick off.

He tiptoed back into the hall, ready for bed when he heard Cosma’s cries. Why did it always work like this? He rushed into Cosma’s room to pick her up before she woke Icaro. She continued to wail after he’d picked her up, pushing away at him. Icaro was an easy baby, Cosma...less so. He winced, knowing that the door was open, but heard it close behind him.

“I can take her, you go back to sleep Mr. David.” Gazala insisted on formally addressing him and Chiara.

“No, no, it's okay. I haven’t held them today.” Damiano went back to bouncing and swaying, trying to sooth Cosma with his movements.

“Okay. Let me know when you want help.” She puttered around the changing table for a moment, organizing what was already organized, probably waiting for him to change his mind.

“I’m fine. Thank you, Gazala.” She clicked her tongue in quiet disagreement, closing the door behind her. Damiano knew that their entire situation was abnormal. His amount of involvement was abnormal, and Cosma’s piercing wails weren’t doing him much credit. He shushed her, leaning down to smell her head. The smell was sweet, perfect and her hair downy soft on the tip of Damiano’s nose.

“Shh, you’re making daddy look bad.” It's like she understood and took it down a notch. That’s another thing: they’d started to develop reason. “Listen, you chill out, and I’ll let Gazala give you chocolate milk at lunch, instead of almond-coconut-whatever-the-fuck.” That one seemed to be a bit beyond her, but she’d moved to grabbing Damiano’s shirt in her fists, instead of trying to escape into midair. He hummed the melody to Walking After You by the Foo Fighters. Ocean sounds didn’t do anything to calm Cosma, but Dave Grohl’s vocals were, for reasons beyond Damiano, soothing. The tears had stopped, but she kept choking on her breaths and crying again.

Damiano lay back on the chaise lounge across from her crib, putting Cosma on his chest. This was the best way to normalize her breathing, out of instinct she’d eventually sync up with him. He ran a soothing hand up and down her back, at the pace of his breath. He switched to humming Everlong and Cosma’s fidgeting calmed. He could feel her breathing slow. He woke to Gazala lifting Cosma up and putting her back in her crib. He could see through the curtain that it was light out. Waking up in one of the kids' rooms, having fallen asleep in an uncomfortable position, didn’t even cause Damiano confusion anymore. He just accepted it.

“What time is it?”

“You have a couple hours until you have to wake,” Gazala answers. “You should go to bed Mr. David.” Damiano gets up to his feet, trying to locate the door. Gazala opens it for him. “Your bedroom is at the end of the hall on the right.” Another time this specificity would be funny, or even insulting, but Damiano does not have his bearing so right now it’s just helpful. He stumbles into the bedroom, still blinking hard. Chiara is such a light sleeper that she wakes.

“Dami?” She only has one eye open and is squinting from the brightness of the window. It's dawn.

“It’s fine,” he responds, collapsing on the bed. She nods once, seeking him out in the bed with her hand. When she finds him, he’s already asleep. She yanks the covers out from under him, pulling the comforter over then both. Damiano groans in dissent, until Chiara settles her head on his chest, where Cosma had lain just moments before. Damiano doesn’t need to open his eyes to know they have the exact same nose.

Notes: Thank you to @que--sera--sera and @lifeofa-fangirl for the name ideas! I'm not sure if this is fluff or just boring, but I tried. It's never proofread. I'm always accepting requests and ideas, but I don't take/respond to all of them. Chiara isn't intended to represent Dami's real partner. I don't know enough about G to write a character based on her. (But we are kind to G in this house!) Finally, how fucking gorgeous is Dami!? I love this pic because his face is deeply empathetic.

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[its-me-im-coraline]

Lucky Charm // Ethan Torchio

words // 1215

warning // / maybe some would find it a bit angsty but it is generally fluff

pairing // Ethan Torchio x GN!Reader

author's note // ok so I decided to do 3rd person point of view this time, let me know if you enjoy it or if you prefer the 1st person point of view like my other maneskin fics. It is a little different than what I suppose the person requesting thought but I still hope you enjoy this 💕 Also, I am starting to write longer fics which I am excited about lol, i hope you reading it are enjoying longer fics as well

request // yes, here, by @paiges0926

summary // Ethan is feeling a little off before a show with the band. He has been away from reader for a while and the distance is killing him. Here are their face time calls before the show.

It had been a rough while, every one could tell. Although the relationship has been going on for a couple years now, there had never been this long when the couple were apart. Usually, it was short periods of times, maybe a few weeks; sometimes it was just days, since they would decide tagging along the band was a good idea. This time though, it was around two months that Ethan and his lover had not being close, if anything to just hold each other to sleep when bad thoughts striked - and it was difficult to bare.

Ethan, even while not being the biggest fun of always touching someone, felt a certain comfort in the arms of his partner. Late at night, when anxious thoughts could potentially keep him awake, there was the love of his life, asleep, peaceful and lovely as ever, soft snores, maybe even a bit of drooling from time to time, put him in a state of euphoria; just by looking at them. He missed how the hugs felt, the kisses, all the jokes and giggles while being with each other… Some times his partner would be awake as well, catching him in deep thought or concentration on a book - he was not actually reading- understanding the situation within a second before jumping into comforting action.

As of right now, he didn’t want to worry his love but he was in dire need of some sense of comfort. The time was... late, and he knew that, he knew the up and coming concern he would create but he was in need of seeing Y/N's face and hearing their voice.

“Hey, dolce amore, che cosa è?” Y/N was clearly troubled. The clock read 02.54 am, beside the bed as they tried to turn on the lamp, and Ethan was also supposed to be asleep. (hey, sweet love, what is it?)

“I am sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to wake you, but-”

“But you are anxious,” Y/N interrupted, quickly catching onto the reason he was calling at such a time.

“Yeah.” His voice was soft and low, shame laced in the breathy exclamation as he looked everywhere but his lover’s face.

“It is ok, baby. What is troubling you at this hour?” They harbored a soft look on their face. It was not -just- because of the time, but they always held this expression when Ethan was troubled. A soft almost smile, eyes looking at him with so much love. Usually that was enough to put his worries to rest.

“I miss you. A lot. And we have this show tomorrow, we are performing Lividi sui Gomiti and I am afraid I haven’t rehearsed it enough, and this show is really important and I can not afford to fa-”

“Ethan, breath!” The sudden interjection slightly startled the man that, while rambling about his worries, had forgotten the most fundamental of actions; to breath.

“I am just worried about the show, that is all.” That was not all, and while not yet, Y/N would realize soon enough.

“It is ok, baby. Remember that you are doing this for you, forget other people for a second. You love to play your drums and you love the music you and the others make, right?” A slight hum from his line was the only response.

“Well, then remember that, and breath. Everything will be alright, I am sure of that. Yeah?”

“I am trying, amore, I really am, but man, it is hard right now.” His voice sounded almost like it was breaking, eyes slightly watery, still avoiding the camera of his phone.

“Is there something else going on, too?” Y/N could really read Ethan like an open book, even if it took a moment, they always understood what the drummer was trying to hide.

“I miss you, Y/N. A lot.” Although both knew the truth of his words, it was the first time he had admitted to it. “I just wish you were here touring with us.”

“I know, love, me too. But school/work is all over the place in the moment an-”

“I know, I know. I just miss you a lot...” The sorrowful look in his eyes broke Y/N’s heart whenever it was there. They thought that this man shall never feel anything negative; unfortunately that exceeded their control.

“I miss you too, Ethan. The house is empty when you are not here… Is there something I could do right now?”

“Can you teleport?”

With a breathy laugh and a sweet smile on their face, Y/N replied, “I wish I could, Ethan. I wish I could.”

“It’s late. You should go to sleep. You have that thing for school/work tomorrow. Oh my, I forgot! I am so sorry!” Oh, sweet, sweet, Ethan, even when struggling he is considering his person’s possible struggle - truly what has kept him from saying he misses them for so long.

“It is alright, love. Are you feeling any better now?”

“Yes. Lots.”

“Good, good. Now, why don’t both of us go to sleep now and we can talk again tomorrow.”

Just a simple face time call is all Ethan needed to calm his last minute nerves keeping him awake, going to sleep being far easier now, after the short conversation. The restful sleep did not last long and the morning arrived. Both of them were extremely busy for the am hours, the one with concert preparations and the other with different responsibilities they couldn’t ignore. But as they could not forget the responsibilities they could not fail to remember the little tradition they had with Ethan.

Although the Italian man is not full on superstition, believing in his and the band’s hard work far more than any “luck”, he found he performed better after chatting with his lover before a show. Thus they “lucky call” tradition was created - surely being turned into a “lucky kiss” if they were with each other.

Ethan could hear his phone ringing in his pocket during the chaos that is pre-performance. He was tempted to ignore it at first, not knowing who it is, but soon enough he changed his mind, seeing “mi amore” with the bold lettering of his phone, and responded to the video call.

“Hey, cucciolo, what’s up?” After a good night’s sleep and the swift encouragement of his lover, Ethan felt in high spirits, voice light like he’s floating. (apparently it means puppy which I think is so cute)

“Someone’s in a good mood!”

“Well someone spoke to a little birdy that told them they’ll do good today,” he smiled, the softest, most loving expression adorning his face.

“I am glad to be of service, good sir,” they joked,” but I wanted to reminded you of what I said last night. You will do great, good luck!”

“Why, thank you, dearie. I greatly appreciate it. How did work/school go?”

“It was alright, but, come on, this is your moment. I take it rehearsals went well?”

“Absolutamente, si! I was worrying about nothing!” His excitement was unbelievable. He called almost ready to cry the night before and now you wouldn’t be able to slap the smile of his face if you tried.

“Good to hear, love.”

“Well, you are my lucky charm, so I am not surprised at all.”

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[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

Chapter 1

song: beggin by maneskin

warnings: bullying, sports related Injury, talk of underage drinking, late night confessions, talk of detention, groupies

AN: a little time skip. not too far into the future it’s still their third Year but right before Christmas break.

ANN: so for those who are new here, I write gender neutral since I am gender fluid. I use they/them pronouns and use mx. older stories do not reflect this but all new stories will (I’ve had this blog for about 10 years or so now and I wasnt always out. I’m too lazy to either take the old stories down or edit them). Just a heads up. Happy birthday Alan rickman! I love u forever and always!

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N) has the quaffle. It’s good! Ten points to gryffindor!” I had long ago learned to tune out the crowd and announcer while flying high about the quidditch pitch but for some reason everything was amplified today. Streaks of green flew past me as I started to fly back down to the gryffindor end to take a small breather.

“Ke”Oh no. (Y/N) look out!” Sirius’ voice rang out loud and clear from between the posts. My head whipped around just as a bludger came into contact with my broom. The handle splintered and I felt something in my knee give out. Time slowed as if I was in a free fall to the ground. Madame hooch blew the whistle and everyone touched down. Sirius and James ran for me the second they landed. “(Y/N)!” It was evident from the way Sirius was calling my name, this was far from good. I sat up and instantly was overcome with the pain.

“(Y/L/N), can you move your leg?” Madame hooch was kneeling next to me, trying to assess the damage. I shook my head at her and grimaced when she touched the knee. Looking up at our captain, she shook her head. “(Y/L/N) needs to go to the hospital wing now.“ I laid back down and closed my eyes tightly. That was it. I would probably be done playing quidditch after this and there went any likelihood of expanding our show at the three broomsticks. In my self loathing, I felt someone slip their arms under me and start to lift me up. My eyes opened to see lily and Severus on the pitch, each trying to help me stand so I could head to the hospital wing with a little more dignity than if a stretcher was summoned. I gave them a tight smile and held onto severus’ robes tightly. His arm tightened around my waist and lily gently led us on. A cheer went up as I struggled off the pitch. I turned my head up to the stands and smiled, letting go of Lilly’s shoulder to give a wave. Severus chuckled beside me and lily adjusted her grip on my shoulders. I arm fell back over hers as we continued on.

“sorry about your broom.” Severus said as we stood outside the hospital wing, waiting for madame pomfrey to admit me. I have a half hearted shrugged.

“I was going to buy the new one anyway. Saved me the trouble of trying to figure out what to do with that one.“ lily looked at me with a raised eye brow. “It’s true.” I shot back. She rolled her eyes and I knew that meant we would talk about it later.

“alright you two. Put them on the first empty bed you see.” madame pomfrey waved me through the now open door. While trying to compensate for the damage to my leg, I was leaning heavily on Severus. I still had his robes bunched up in my fist and I didn’t want to let go anytime soon. “Ms. Evans, Mr. Snape, one of you needs to stay while I attend to mx. (Y/L/N)’s leg.” My eyes widened at that as I sat on the bed, both of my friends sitting on either side of me. severus caught lily’s eye and they nodded at each other.

“I’ll stay madame pomfrey.” Severus said as lily slipped out from under my arm.

“it’ll be alright (y/n). I’ll see you back in the common room later.” I nodded and Severus shifted so he was hugging me tightly. I wrapped my arms around his waist just as tightly. Despite the situation I found myself in, I could feel my cheeks heating up.

“first I have to relocate the knee. Then I’ll give you something to help it heal. As well for the pain.“ I nodded at madame pomfrey before turning my head and burying it in the crook of Severus’ neck. His hand came up to hold my head in place as my cheeks felt like they were on fire. How did I ever find myself in this situation? I didnt mind it but it was embarrassing enough that the marauders knew of my crush and how bad it was. Now they would have all the fuel they needed to torment me while making severus’ a living hell.

all thought of what came next for us was wiped away by the blinding pain in my leg as madame pomfrey pushed my knee back into place. My head jerked up, hitting Severus’ hand and getting pushed back into his neck. I carefully drew in his scent, letting it wash over me as I tried not to scream. Tears started to stream down my cheeks at the pain. I could feel madame pomfrey wrapping my leg up to keep everything in place but I couldn’t move. The pain was unbearable.

“it’s alright. The worst is over.“ Severus whispered. I shook my head and held onto him tighter. “I promise. The worst is over. Just the potions now.“ my sobs started to subside as Severus stroked my hair. I kept my head buried in his neck until I was sure I had a handle on my emotions. “Ill make sure they drink them.” Severus said. There was a clink as two bottles were placed on the bedside table. “Here. This one is for the pain.” I lifted my head to see the small bottle in his free hand. His other was still softly stroking my hair. Reaching up with a shaking hand, I took the bottle and downed it in one go. Almost instantly the pain started to ebb. It didnt go away completely but it was more manageable. Severus handed the other right away and I downed it as well. I started to feel a little drowsy but fought to stay conscious, talking to Severus about anything just to take my mind off what had happened. He stayed with me until madame pomfrey shooed him out, saying I needed rest for the potions to work properly. maybe it was my sleep addled mind or maybe it was a side effect from the potion but I could have sworn he bent down to kiss my forehead. Then it all went black.

I woke up later in the day , surrounded by the marauders. Lily stood next to Remus and Severus stood behind them all. I groaned as I moved to sit up. Severus shifted, as if he wanted to move to my side but was too nervous with the others there. Instead Sirius helped me up.

“thank Merlin.” Remus muttered. “That was a nasty fall you took. So bad that madame hooch have slytherin so many penalties we still beat them despite the fact they caught the snitch.” I let out an airy laugh.

“bet you were pissed about that huh James?” I looked over at him. He shrugged and pushed off the wall he was leaning against.

“coulda been worse.“ I rolled my eyes. “Snivellus over there should be the one you are asking that to. It’s his house after all.” A glare was sent over james’ shoulder. Severus raised an eyebrow.

“it’s Severus and leave him alone.“ I shot back. “Keep that up and I’ll have madame pomfrey kick you out.” Lily hid her smirk behind remus’ shoulder. James gave me a dirty look before leaving on his own accord. Peter awkwardly patted my shoulder before scampering off after James. With the worst of his tormentors gone, Severus has edged closer to the bed. He stood behind lily but with enough space between him and Remus. my head fell back against the frame of the bed. “Now that he’s gone. What’s the damage?” Sirius shared a look with lily.

“(Y/N),” Sirius started. Remus jumped in, cutting off Sirius. his face turned red as Remus shot him a look.

“You’ll be on crutches for a couple weeks. And your leg has to be wrapped. I can help with that.“ Remus rubbed the back of his neck. “You’ll have to take some potions and one the bandages will have to be soaked in.“ a cautious look was sent over to Severus. He blushed a little and nodded.

“I’ll be doing that. Madam pomfrey gave me the list earlier.“ I gave him a small smile.

“bright side is you get to leave classes early for the time your on the crutches.“ lily chimed in. “And one of us can accompany you. If you want.” I sighed.

“and the bad news?” Sirius looked at Severus. “Come on guys. I know you all very well. There’s bad news. Out with it.”

“we can’t play at the three broomsticks for the time your on your crutches. Madame pomfrey said unless Someone else accompanied you and helped set up we wouldn’t be able to go down there. Madame rosmerta was willing to accommodate you but it doesn’t seem likely that we’ll be able to get you down there while we’re all carrying equipment.“ my face fell and I felt the sting of tears start.

“what if we kept everything there? I’m sure madame Rosmerta has a storage closet or something?” I tried. Sirius scribbled down a note.

“I’ll ask her.” He said as he passed the note to Remus. A blush crept back across his cheeks as their hands touched. Remus left to send the note to madame rosmerta.

“and if it has to be done I’ll make sure you get down there. I know what this means to you.” I looked up at Severus who reached down and squeezed my hand. It was my turn to blush. ”there’s one more thing.” He broke off, looking from Sirius to lily.

“I can’t play quidditch anymore.” I finished. Sirius nodded and sat down next to me.

“I’m sorry darling.“ he said, stroking my hair away from my face. Severus took the spot next to me, holding my hand. A few tears fell and it was all I could do to stop from full on sobbing.

“I’m sorry.” severus and lily whispered at the same time. I nodded in resignation and let the three of them try to cheer me up.

everything was fine until the first Friday I spent outside of the hospital wing. Severus was supposed to meet me outside the potions classroom to walk me down to hogsmeade. I conjured a patronus and sent it on its way. It returned with word that he wasn’t anywhere to be found in our normal places. James, Peter and Remus weren’t in class that day and I could only assume that they had ditched as it was the only day we were taking notes. Sirius would meet me down at the three broomsticks after he found them. Turning a corner in the dungeons, I found Severus leaning against a wall and fighting tears.

”sev.” I breathed out and dropped my crutches and I wrapped my arms around him. Turning to look at me, the flood gates opened and Severus held onto me tightly. Wether it was for my balance or because he needed it or both I didn’t know. “What happened?” I whispered. He shook his head as his hands gripped the back of my robes tightly.

“the marauders again.” his breath was warm against my neck and I pulled him closer, my face coming to rest in his hair. i adjusted my grip on him before speaking again.

”what did they do?” He pulled away, grief stricken and trying to hold himself together. “sev what did they do?”

”they sent me a letter. Well two. One from you and one from lily.” My throat tightened, worry about what could have been in that letter. “Lilys just said she didn’t want to be my friend anymore. Made fun of me. the usual stuff from them.” I nodded and brushed some strands of hair off his forehead. ”but yours….” I held onto severus’ robes as I shook my head.

”whatever lie they said, you know it isn’t true.” Severus shook his head at me.

“you don’t know what it said.” I sighed and nodded for him to continue. “Yours was just a-a drawing. A terrible one.” He freed a hand and dug around his robes. pulling it out, Severus shook it so it unfolded. I gasped at the sight of the drawing. Labels with harsh words were all over it and there wasn’t one good thing about it. I blatantly avoided the lower half of the drawing, knowing what I found there wasn’t true to severus’ anatomy nor would it be kind.

“Severus snape. Listen to me. You know I didn’t send that. You know lily didn’t send that. You know for a fact that it was James potter.“ I took his face in my hands, gently wiping away tears and trying to keep a handle on my own breathing. “Burn them and forget them.“ Severus sniffed and took his wand out carefully. tossing the letters to the ground, he pointed his wand at them.

”incendio.” He muttered. I leaned my forehead against his cheek and hugged him tight as we watched the pages burn. Using his sleeve, he wiped away the last of his tears. “Come on. We have to get you to hogsmeade.” I nodded as Severus bent down to grab my crutches, saddened by the loss of contact. It was quiet as we exited the castle and started down the path. “Thank you.” He whispered once we were far enough from the castle. I nodded and tried to hit his shoulder with mine.

“don’t mention it.” I failed and almost fell over if it wasn’t for Severus quickly grabbing my arm. We laughed and continued our trek down in a more enjoyable fashion. we never mentioned the letters again but I did make sure that slughorn kept James and Peter after class the following Monday for ditching class. Remus had had a good reason for missing.

Three weeks later, Severus was helping me back to the hospital wing to turn in my crutches and take a potion to help regain use of the muscle that had tensed up in my knee.

”so what are you looking forward to most after this?” I laughed as I looked up at the ceiling.

“probably finally getting to move around the stage again. That’s what I missed the most if I’m being honest.” Severus chuckled and nodded.

“itll be nice to see again.“ he agreed. There was a repeat of the original day I got hurt as madame pomfrey set my leg right. A sigh of relief left my body as she finished and I had downed the last potion. I jokingly went limp against Severus who held me upright before gently shoving me off him. ”that much better huh?” I nodded before getting off the bed.

”so what do you propose we do now?” I asked as we left the hospital wing.

“I say we get drunk because I’m all out of ideas.“ Severus joked. I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

”I know what I’m not letting you do tonight.” I teased as we started down the path to hogsmeade. “I’m telling madame rosmerta to keep your tab closed tonight.“ Severus laughed as our hands brushed against each other’s.

[mydaylight]

tag some people you want to get to know better

I was tagged by @seawherethesunsets thank you so much!  ❤️ (and sorry for being super late)

three ships: in no particular order: na hee-do x back yi-jin (25-21 - Im in my rewatch phase and remembered how great they were 😭😭 I’ll be in denial for ever probably), wei yingluo x qianlong (story of yanxi palace), gomez x morticia (the addams family 1991)

first ever ship: I think zuko x mai from atla? (though I’ve outgrown that by now lol)

last song: Own My Mind by Maneskin

last movie: Addams Family Values (1993) 

currently reading: Kim Jiyoung, born in 1982 by Cho Nam-joo 😭 it was a lifechanger

currently watching: New Life Begins and it’s so much fun! I admit I wasn’t sure about the show in the beginning but it turned out to be so great and the female characters are so interesting I am really glad I kept watching ! 

currently consuming: Boiled eggs

currently craving: Kimchi  Noodles 😍   I miss spicy food so much

tagging @missbrunettebarbie, @sweetestpopcorn @da-qiang @shangyangjunzhu and anyone else who wants to do it!

[nightswithkookmin]

Goldy,

Kind of off topic, but a little on topic. Have you seen the band Maneskin from Italy? They won 2021 Eurovision Song Contest. Beautiful, beautiful people.

I have no idea of their sexual orientation or preferences, but they wear a lot of makeup on and off stage , and smooch on each other a lot on stage. Nobody bats an eye. They are a Metal band and they dress accordingly. I wish that everyone around the world was as accepting as all their fans are. They are super androgynous as well and they are SEXY as hell

Their charm and sexuality is so fluid and just so natural. They are who they are and they are beautiful and fun to watch. Their comfort with each other is how I wish ALL of us would be

Rock bands rock period

I wonder what they look like in brand ads. I wonder if they are given or are required to have a much tamer look with little to no rings and funky clothing or hoop earrings you can barely see.

Where are the dangly chrome earrings?! WHERE ARE THEY?!🤺

I like my BTS the way they are. It's what I bought in. I want to see men in corsets, waist snatched, dark eyeliners selling alcohol to men. Is that too much to ask?! Is it?!😒

This is what happens when they treat queerness as aesthetics and have no qualms drawing on- if not appropriate- gay culture and lifestyle. Y'all just ditch it for your hyper heteromasculinity whenever y'all want😒

Their ability to divorce themselves completly from certain looks at certain times is what gives me whiplash. When that happens, it creates the impression queerness is just a look, gender fluidity is not real and establishes traditional definitions of masculinity as the norm. You do not have to 'look like a man' to sell alcohol 🤺

I was literally waiting for this Kloud, Klout beer ad to drop ever since Winter Package at the end of last year because we all know what most people think about Alcohol and men. I was curious to how how BTS would market to men as compared to women and teens. I feel there is so much room for them to break norms and set new trends in the advertising world. I'm disappointed so far.

For contrast, look at how they look selling a nonachoholic beverage as compared to how they look selling alcohol. Can I weep? Can I?! See how they look like they just stepped off a set for a music video? They look like themselves. Their everyday selves but you look on your left and it's like huh??????

And in case the message and intent is not clear, here is a photo of different models modeling for the same brand.

Their girls look like "girls" and their boys look like "boys." I'd say BTS in those ads look much more similar to the male model here in terms of looks- that clear cut box labeled men- which to me is a problem.

I'm sorry but this is just lazy advertisement. Nothing at all ground breaking. The models look great. Taehyung looks tasty, heteromasculine and perfect.

I feel used to male oriented brands breaking boundaries and participating in the gender discourse in recent times I think my expectations for BTS on this topic in advertisement was this high.

If heteromasculinity is all y'all can tap into to sell a can of drink I'm sorry but that's misogynistic and sexist and homophobic.

If Jimin or any of these boys come out a few years down the lane in another documentary to say these kinds of shit affected them in any way I AM STARTING WORLD WAR III.

I'm tired of seeing Jimin and other Asian men be emasculated and treated as if they aren't men enough just because they look to them 'feminine.' You don't have to fix their masculinity or tweak it to suit your idea and ideals of masculinity. There's no one way of being man.

Don't get me started on the desexualization of Asian men and it's subsequent effects on Asian men. You hear Asian men are not sexy, they do not sell the fantasy, they are not this, they are not that blah blah blah and yet we sit here and wonder why someone like JK, who had probably internalized that shit, would say he wants to be seen as sexy too and perform sexy choreos and shit.

And no, it's not an American Asian problem, it's a global Asian problem. BTS are on the world's stage being socialized by the global community and they do face almost every microaggression prevalent within the regional communities. It's the American's take on them, Canada, UK, Africa, Asia, Europe, all of them. Everyone is projecting on to them their ideals and understanding of gender and who they should be. Did we not see BTS BIOT trending from the Philippines lately? Gay because WHY???? They wear make up and earrings and love androgynous?

Naa, I'm actually getting gassed the more I think about it🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺

The notion that Asians aren't sexy sits on the opposite end of 'Asians are too soft and good looking they are not masculine' all on the something is inherently wrong with Asian men spectrum.

I keep saying Jikook are the two members who've faced and have perhaps had to defend their masculinities the most- from BTS themselves effeminating JK and always bringing his masculinity to question- you know they once said JK is the most feminine within the group? I think so too but that's besides the point chilee.

Then for Jimin, he's always been either over feminized or defeminized, masculated and treated as if his femininity is wrong and invalid. Didn't a certain Karmy call him a fake woman or something like that? It's almost the same microaggressions transfems and gay men steroetyped as bottoms recieve on a dialy basis in this shit hole we call planet. It's all so ghetto.

Ass holes like to masculate and invalidate fems and masculine femininity, it's appalling. And people like to gaslight and pretend these microaggressions cannot have Freudian effects on these people- he is too strong to be bullied, oh he worked so hard on himself he can't crack so easily, oh it's nothing they're just being sensitive, it was joke, they're reading too much into it, and my personal favorite- y'all are over analyzing when you point it out😌

Some people are legit serial gaslighters, they will gaslight you before you can say the Jay in Jesus.

As a black woman growing up in a community that view black women as strong and incapable of being mentally attacked and traumatized by certain experiences- black people don't get depression or mental health issues because they are black and they are strong- being masculated and defeminized on a dialy basis, I tell you- shit is torture.

All of this, and we sit here and wonder why Jimin wants to go to the gym and build muscles and blend in with the boys etc. Could be nothing, could be a response to the over feminization of Jimin, the emasculation or it could be he is internalizing some things. We will never know.

Personally, I feel JM is on the precipice of something and may be its something, may be its nothing but imma put my foot on these companies' neck and keep it there 🤓

Because it's not just about Jimin. It's about all the people who look up to him. All the people he has influence over. For every queer child who sees themselves in him and these men.

Any who. I think I've said everything I want to say on this topic. The weight on my chest is lifted. Asian men are sexy, their masculinity is VALID. Queer masculinity is valid too and they need to be inclusive of it. If you don't wanna include it leave BTS as they are. We get the representation as they are. Don't tweak them in y'all's brand campaigns. Don't fix Jimin's Jawline and make it more chiseled. HE IS PERFECT THE WAY HE IS.

Now please, let's talk about BigHit and the recent shipping agendas.😐

Signed,

GOLDY