#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.

[iaus]

I love reading about your ocs!! Not sure which questions are left to ask so if there’s any info you haven’t gotten to share about any of them take this as an opportunity <3

oh esme do you know what you're doing-

so. it was actually really funny because i've been staring at #9 which is the what lyric/quote do you associate w/ your OC so. now i'm gonna yap about music. <3 i thought had more quotes in salem's tag but they're all pictures of hyenas and meme posts

fun fact salem has TWO playlists. one pre-death and one post-death.

anyway. salem has like two big songs i associate him with: "way out there" by lord huron and "i am not who i was" by chance pena.

anyway. yapping now. <3

first things first "way out there"

Find me way out there There's no road that will lead us back When you follow the strange trails They will take you who knows where if i found a way to stay with you tonight it would only make me late, for a date i can't escape

this song like. hit me like a truck the after the session with aboleth and frederick's death/revival.

it was also the basis of the thing i wrote where salem is pathetic longing @ frederick where the party leaves him behind because they're worried about him going into a boss fight when he's recovering from resurrection sickness.

i also really like this song because:

"I belong bodily to the earth / I'm just wearing old bones from those that came first"

and

"I'm a long way from the one that I loved / I've been tending old flames, lamenting what was / Drifting in a land time forgot / If you think that I've changed, you know me not"

because it makes me think of his relationship with his family- the longing he still has for them and how there's guilt of leaving them because of his feelings of wanderlust.

i think he really believes that if he was there when his family was attacked that he could have saved them. but. the world isn't that kind.

now "i am not who i was"

So if I fly too far Will I still have a place inside your heart? And when you see what I've become Will you love me for who I am, not who I was?

i LOOOOOVE this song for salem. i think it's meant to be a romantic song, but i think it's such a good song for him to his family.

salem misses them so much and i don't think he realized until they were gone how much they really meant to him. and this song really makes me think about how salem, before he died and found himself in the afterlife hearing his family calling to him, that he had this hope buried so deep that maybe his family was still alive. that he would find them while adventuring.

when he met his current adventuring party he was actually heading back to the desert he grew up in. so i offer these other lyrics for him that i think really sum up his feelings towards his family's death:

"I think about you every night / Wonder what it would've been like / If I stuck around and settled down / Maybe in another life"

and

"I'll just hope you don't lose faith / 'Cause I told the truth when I said to you / That I'll be back someday"

some additional shout outs from salem's playlist that i'm not gonna like Get Into are:

"youth" glass animals -> "Feel your mother at your side / Don't you know you got my eyes? / I'll make you fly / You'll be happy all the time / I know you can make it right"

"begging" maneskin -> "I need you to understand / Tried so hard to be your man / The kind of man you want in the end / Only then can I begin to live again"

"meet me in the woods" lord huron -> "How long baby have I been away? / Oh, it feels like ages, though you say it's only days / There ain't language for the things I've seen, yeah / And the truth is stranger than my own worst dreams"

[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

[y0itsbri]

tagged for macy's tag game tuesday on a thursday by such a great group of pals omg thanks for thinking of me!!! @celestialmickey @mishervellous @ian-galagher @creepkinginc @gallavich-headcanon @heymrspatel @rereadanon @vintagelacerosette @mrsinistertype @shameless-notashamed <3

tea, coffee, or soda? teaaaa, but i also love a good ginger ale or root beer!

dogs or cats? both can be absolute angels, but i have a cat so i think i'm contractually obligated to say cats

can you play an instrument? i used to play violin and piano (i can't anymore and my keyboard mocks me from the corner of my room) and i dabble in the guitar now and have jam seshes w my dad 🎸

what’s your sun sign? leo the lion ♌🦁

first song lyrics that pop into your head? KOOL KIDS by maneskin 🤘

Cool kids they do not use floss Marry me in the countryside Honestly I don't give a fuck I'm addicted to Rock 'N' Roll, yeah

do you have any tattoos? zero! but i look up tattoo designs almost daily

favorite place you’ve traveled? i fondly remember bits of pieces from some trips growing up, but i remember the most from when i went to the bahamas w my dad when i was in high school. it was the first big trip just the two of us and it was beautifullll. the water was so clear and we snorkled and saw cool creatures (even if the waves nearly took me out sdfhksd). we rode a scooter around the island and got pancakes at the diner and played so many games of chess. i got some braids in my hair by the locals bc i could not manage my hair in the humidity and i thought it made me so pretty. went to a bonfire and show thing and got a conch shell that we had displayed in our living room for awhile. it was special.

what’s the last movie you watched? happiest season! the cast is stackedddd w queer icons. great shit

what languages do you speak? english, kinda spanish, kinda kinda kinda italian

do you have any hobbies? (i am consulting an Ultimate List of Hobbies for this so i am being very generous and general and reminding myself of the things i enjoy) reading, writing, crafting, creating, painting, drawing, sculpting, designing, curating, making bracelets, fashion, dance, yoga, walking, darts, frisbee golf, table tennis, mini golf, billiards, ice skating, kayaking, hiking, watching media, attending concerts, attending theater performances, listening to music, playing the guitar, nature watching, bird watching, people watching, spending time with loved ones, social media scrolling, gardening, geoguessr, shopping, sudoku, word searches, organizing, cleaning, making picrews, eating, learning languages, zoo/ aquarium visiting, museum visiting, picnicking, biology, rock collecting, sea shell collecting, stuffed toy collecting, insect collecting, learning.

you can hang out with one fictional character for an hour, who do you choose? edward cullen. we would either love or hate each other and 13 year old me needs to know

compliment yourself: uuuuuhhhhhhhhh. i give good forehead and cheek kisses to my cat <3

late but still gotsta tag @grumpymickmilk and @pinkmatter-mp3 <3

[cassandors]

tagged by @dogstarblues

Last Song I Listened To:

if i can dream, by maneskin. there's just something about this cover. i'm deeply in love with it.

Last Book I Read:

just finished daisy jones and the six, which i enjoyed a lot. i love the style, and the story, and the way everything builds. there were two big reveals that really got me, and several quotes that made me cry, mostly about camila's faith in billy. when i finished there was a list of the author's other books and seven husbands of evelyn hugo was on it, and like. of course it's the same author.

i'm now reading i'm glad my mom died, by jennette mccurdy. this one's been a tough read for me because i have mommy issues coming out my ears, but it's interesting and despite the subject matter not too too too heavy. every once in a while something hits like a truck, and i need to take a break, but it's been fine so far.

Last Thing I Watched:

....................... i haven't been watching much of anything for a while now. it might actually have been across the spiderverse? it's the last thing i remember watching at least. loved it, words cannot describe how perfect this film is to me.

Current Obsession:

obviously i am deep into stray kids right now. they're pretty, they make great music, and they're entertaining. aside from that, my obsessions lately have been of the touching grass variety.

Tag 8 people:

@sugarchains @aziriphales @archadianskies @novaquill @zimnysoldat @ufohnoparty @trahcee @bebebootae

[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

[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!

[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?

[pustotsvit]

The day I died but Somehow Stayed

23th of February was so normal it hurts. It was the 23th day since my 26th birthday and 24th day since I’d finally started treating my MDD.

I don’t remember what it was that I ate. I don’t remember what song on Spotify was the soundtrack of that day. I have physical memory though - my whole body feels sore and hard to move because of the hiit exercises I started doing. It was painful to breathe, let alone walk or sit or even laugh. 

I have a mental memory - I was scrolling through concerts’ ads hoping to see some rad bands performing in Kyiv in late April. My sister will have turned sweet 16 on the 28th, so I wanted to make that day a memory she could go back to every time she feels upset or broken or unable to keep pace. Be careful what you wish for, they say. Now I wish I did. As my little angel will never forget her sour 16 she met under russian occupation in Mariupol, dreaming not of Black Pink or Maneskin singing to her in the flesh, but of taking hot shower after 2 months of living in the basement of the Culture Palace she once used to go to dance classes. Once. How unfair this “once” was just 90 days ago. An eternity. 

I have a memory that makes me angry and sick - an echo of a conversation me and my partner had that day. With my taking antidepressants I was also trying to finally try living again, first time after 6 years of isolation and self-destruction. We were planning to go to the Philharmonia and I was thrilled - it felt like I was going to meet the Queen, no less. Social anxiety will do it with you, beware.

I remember myself whining about the new Batman movie and how we’d rather go to the cinema if only there was any decent title. You see, I love Batman. The me from the 23th did, at least. The me who was complaining about going out to listen to some music live. 

And that’s where I feel like throwing up. That’s where I get angry with my past-self.

How easy life was for her. How she took for granted the possibility to wake up to cars honking and birds tweeting outside along with a bunch of I-don’t-know-who-but-they-are-hilarious users on Twitter doing the same.

I want to scream at myself, say “why am I suffering now so much, why do I cry every night and beg the gods to take me in my sleep and not with a GRAD fragment splitting my throat open or cutting off my limbs or burning me alive in my own bed, why my concern is not that about how to find the money to finally get my mom to Prague on her birthday - cause she always wanted to visit Europe - but how to find a way to fucking just hear her voice and know she is still alive there, in Mariupol, for now she is still breathing, why am I supposed to live through this hell same way dozens of my Ukrainian ancestors did just because there’s a MONSTER neighboring my country, why am I to be exterminated just because I’m Ukrainian wanting to live in MY country and speak MY language, why the people I used to call relatives and friends who live in russia are telling me I just have to “bear with it” and “get denazificated” and “be corrected and thus saved”, why they deny every missile that hits my street or say I deserved it because I live in Ukraine, WHY?”

WHY DO I STILL REMEMBER HOW IT FEELS LIVING IN THE EVENING OF THE 23TH OF FEBRUARY?

I went to sleep at about 3 am. My body was sore and I was annoyed thinking that tomorrow I had a training scheduled. It’s a YouTube hiit marathon so I’d better not skip it.

It was about 4 am I fell asleep at last thinking about the fanfic I was writing to unwind. My personal lullaby. 

And it was 5 something when my partner startled me into the reality. Fully dressed, in his Bershka parka and winter Martins. It was dark in the room and I couldn’t make out the features of his face, all covered in shadows. He was silent, probably waiting for me to fully wake up. But it suddenly felt like I’d never closed my eyes at all. The alertness was overwhelming. 

When he opened his mouth to explain himself, I already knew what happened. That moment is still the one I’m trapped in. The one I died at and got myself buried in bomb shelter with kids crying and the old praying all around while the constant bombing laughs at them, knocking at our doors to let the “russian world” they brought us in. 

My love opened his mouth and I think I will never be able to escape the word he whispered.

It wasn’t “war”.

It was “russia”.

Synonyms.

pic: our basement hideout at the first day of the War. People are settling in. Very cold and dusty and overall terrible. Still better to die under shelling. 

[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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