#anthem headcanon

[salsakiyoomi]

i ii iii

suna wakes up with a pounding headache and an unfamiliar ceiling staring down at him.

at first, he doesn’t register it, brows knitting together as he tries to process his current surroundings and why the mattress doesn’t feel half as comfortable as his bed — that is, until he processes that the mattress isn’t his bed.

he groans as he sits up, and groans even more as the headache worsens, his head as if someone took it and shook it with all their strength.

he rubs his eyes, trying to fade away some of the fogginess and blackness that’s surrounding his vision.

did he even drink that much last night? of course he had, otherwise he’d remember what last night was and how come he was at a stranger’s place in a mattress that wasn’t very comfortable.

when his vision clears, he takes a look around the place — the walls painted maroon, and covered with bookshelves that were stacked with books and random decorations that fit the aesthetic of the whole place. He glances down at the couch he’s sitting in, it’s deep green with ochre cushions — why does this place feel familiar?

suna’s frown deepens.

fuck.

it was your place.

he really shouldn’t have drank so much because only bits and pieces of his last night fuck up were starting to come back to him.

his heart is pounding in his chest and his headache isn't really helping with how he feels, he really shouldn’t be here and — “oh you're finally up?”

your voice rings out from the kitchen, comforting and familiar but no longer a place he seeks comfort in, he’s not welcome anymore.

he turns to look at where you stand by the kitchen’s entrance, holding a steaming mug in hand.

“hey.” he manages to utter out.

“hi.” you say awkwardly, and you walk towards him, and sit by the edge of the couch, “i made you coffee.”

you, ever caring and sweet, even when you know he shouldn’t be here.

“thanks.” he says as you hand him the coffee mug.

a few minutes of awkward silence pass as he takes a couple of sips from his coffee before the silence gets too unbearable for him.

“i should go.” he says as he stands up and tries not to fall from how dizzy he gets.

“are you sure?” you're there, rushing to his side to hold him up from falling.

his heart pounds and he gulps at the contact — he knows you’re just helping but you shouldn’t be touching him like that, not since you broke up with him.

that doesn’t mean he doesn’t crave it though.

that he doesn’t crave your skin against his and the way your lips fit so perfectly against his whenever you kiss and if he said that he didn’t crave it, that he wasn’t desperate for it, he would be a damn bad liar.

“yeah.” he says after a beat, “i’ll be fine.”

you press your lips into a thin line and after a moment you say, “okay.”

he stares at you for a second, the all too familiar you, with your hair in a messy bun and your eyes puffy because you had just woken up,your lips cherry and kissable, an oh how beautiful you are.

“okay.” he mutters and he heads his way to the door, when he recalls a detail from last night with his hand on the door handle.

“i love you.”

“you’re too drunk, suna.”

he glances at you as he opens the door, “y/n.” he says softly,

“i wasn’t too drunk last night.

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

CASUAL

…your friends call you a loser.

chapter one

NSFW. MINORS DNI.

tim drake x reader

series inspired by Casual by Chappell Roan

readers can expect: fem reader x tim drake. not explicit consent but both parties are willing participants. mention of panty stealing. penetrative sex, prone bone/doggy style. reader on birth control, tim finishes inside. hair pulling. mean-spirited dirty talk. marking kink if you squint. use of 'sweetheart.' no mention of reader finishing. tim is kind of an asshole. don't say i didn't warn you.

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you laugh at his joke, probably louder than you should’ve. 

you feel lydia’s eyes on you as you raise the red cup you’re holding up to your lips. 

you curse yourself silently. what were you even doing at yet another one of these dumb parties??

sure, it wasn’t being thrown by the snobbiest frat on campus, but it is at one of their family homes. you didn’t even know neighborhoods like this existed in gotham. the houses were ridiculously huge.

 lydia was dating her guy now, making her a semi permanent fixture. she had him now, and didn’t really need you for emotional support. 

so again, what the hell are you doing here?

the fabric of your dress is tight against your chest, and you squirm. you think your left nipple is starting to chafe. lydia looks at you expectantly.

“what?” you blink at her over the rim of your red cup, blink out of your train of thought.

 “i asked if you’ve been seeing anyone lately.” your friend settles back into her boyfriend, leaning on him with his arm slung over her shoulders. her boyfriend, josh, is a calm drunk, bobbing his head to the beat of the music and staring off into the distance. 

“it feels like this is the only place i’ll see him.” you mumble under your breath, waving a hand at lydia’s confused expression. “no, i’m not really seeing anyone right now.”

 “well look around! you’re surrounded by future sugar daddies. take your pick.” she gestures, pointing at one guy across the room, raising her eyebrow. “him?” 

you shake your head, curling a lip. “definitely not.”

“bummer.” lydia sighs.

“besides, don’t sugar daddies look for younger women? the guys here are all my age, so it’s pointle-” a hand slides around your hip, and your voice trails off. lydia’s eyes widen when she realizes who’s attached to the hand, the one curving around your lower waist to the front of your body. 

an almost entirely inappropriate hand placement. 

your heart thumps hard in your chest. maybe you’d question who it was if you couldn’t smell the soap his dry cleaner uses. 

you can feel the warmth of his hip pressed into yours as he sidles up next to you. josh practically snaps to attention when he sees that his frat president has his hand around your waist.

 “tim!” josh reaches his hand out to greet him. “didn’t even know you were here!”

tim takes his hand, the one not radiating heat into your hipbone, and shakes josh’s. 

“that’s how i like it.” he punctuates his sentence with a squeeze of your waist, and it takes every ounce of composure you have to not react.

lydia’s gaze keeps dragging between tim’s hand placement, your face, and tim, just over, and over, and over again. you chew on the inside of your lip.

you know how it looks. 

“so you’re ‘not seeing anybody?’ well i can see the frat president with his hands on you!!”

tim and josh finish a conversation about some frat-related event coming up, one that you were not paying attention to. while they were talking it felt like every nerve in your body had rewired itself to where his hand was sitting on your hip.

josh steers lydia away, over to the kitchen, full of stainless steel appliances and an island covered in bottles. 

you can feel her keep glancing back at you, but you can’t meet her eyes. 

you can’t. 

you catch a snippet of the sentence she whispers into her boyfriend’s ear. “..such a loser.” 

your palms start sweating. she throws you another look before josh pulls her back around, kissing her forehead. 

tim nudges you towards him, and you look at him. except you’re about eye level with his chest. his shirt is a deep blue, almost black. it’s starting to become your favorite color. his dark jeans sit low, covering the top of his shoes.

he chuckles under his breath, and sticks a finger under your chin, pulling your face up so you can look at his. he looks down at you through half-lids, his blue eyes sharp and gleaming. your heart pounds in your ears, in between your legs. 

he doesn’t ask you anything, doesn’t need to, but you’re nodding anyways. he smiles that cheshire cat smile at you, and a chill runs up your spine. 

he grabs your hand and pulls you along with him, over to the grand staircase. 

eric, drunk as ever, nods approvingly at tim. he pats tim’s shoulder as the two of you walk past. the guy next to eric whoops, laughing. his eyes run up and down your body. you wish the floor would open up and swallow you whole. instead, you plaster a smile on and wink, hurrying after tim. 

the two of you make it up the wood paneled staircase, the walls of the hallway covered in pristine family photos. you shudder at the pictured family’s matching stares and smiles. tim squeezes your hand, coming up to a set of double doors. he flashes you a smile, and your heart melts a little. 

tim lets go of your hand to open the double doors, revealing a huge room, and a four poster bed, draped with fabric, centered in the middle.

his eyes are full of that hard glint, a look you’ve become all too familiar with. he shuts the doors behind you, locking them. 

walking over to the bed, he sits on the edge of it, looking you over with his head tilted to the side. 

“wait, drake, is this the master bedroom?” you ask, turning around to see the whole room. there’s even an en suite bathroom. 

rich, rich, rich. 

“yeah.” tim reclines farther back onto the bed, leaning on his elbows. 

you say nothing, awkwardly shuffling your feet. 

“..and?” tim prompts you. he raises a hand to bat at the fabric overhead, catlike as ever.

“isn’t that like, a little disrespectful?” you run a hand through your hair, nervous. 

tim raises an eyebrow at you, and flops back onto the bed. his arms are behind his head, making his biceps bulge. a strand of hair falls into his eyes. your heart ba-bumps in your chest. his angular eyebrows scrunch together. he looks actually, genuinely confused.  

“to who?” he scoffs. “they should be so lucky.”

at that, you bite your tongue. (with great difficulty.)

you choose to look him up and down instead, noting his smug smile. the hardness of his eyes. it feels like you're under a spotlight, the front row full of critics. heat creeps up your neck.

"is it hot in here?" you lift your hair into a makeshift ponytail, noting the way tim sits up. his eyes tracking your movements, the way your fist curls around your hair, lifting the sweaty strands off of your neck.

"so take your clothes off. might cool you down a bit." he smirks, the hardness back in his eyes.

"real original, drake." you shoot back.

he shrugs, blowing a strand of hair out of his eyes.

"you'd heat right back up, though. so i can't say it's the best long term solution."

he unlaces a shoe, kicking it off, its twin following in quick succession. he looks at you pointedly, an eyebrow raised. you realize you’re as still as a statue, and staring, so you also begin to undress, toeing off your shoes and leaving them up against the end of the bed. it’s almost comical, your shoes, neat and upright, next to his, haphazardly thrown about, one on its side and the other just fully upside down. 

his shirt is next, tim easily pulling it up over his head and tossing it to one side of the room. his abs ripple as he leans back, the stretch revealing a sharp v-line poking out of his boxers. 

preening under your gaze, he leers right back, his lips curled up as he flexes his biceps. 

“like what you see?” he huffs out a laugh at your sheepish expression. 

you shake your head, silent as you turn away from him. his fingers quickly find the zipper of your dress, and soon that hits the floor too.

 

the expensive denim of his jeans scrapes your inner thigh as he ruts against you. a line of hickeys trace the curve of your neck. his mouth on you felt like heaven, warm and wet as he made his way from your jawline to your collarbone. 

proof of his open-mouthed kisses, dark red and glaringly obvious. 

a problem for future you. morning you. rational you, who will not enjoy the struggle of covering them up. 

tim snaps the band of your underwear. 

you’re brought back into the moment, lifting your hips off of the bed as he slides them down your legs. he tucks them into his jean pocket, giving you a look that almost dares you to protest. you don’t. they join the growing list of your things tim’s taken. a hair tie, a necklace, two other pairs of underwear. 

his lips are on you again, rough and passionate. you moan into his mouth from the feeling of his denim-clad bulge hitting your bare clit. tim wears a smug smile on his lips as he kisses you next, and you hook your legs around his hips in retaliation. your hands run up and down the smooth expanse of his back, the light scratch of your nails making him shiver. 

“control, right?” tim says, his eyes hungry as you unbutton his jeans.

“..what?” you shake your head, confused.

“you’re on birth control, right?” 

you internally roll your eyes. it makes sense that he’d be so thorough, being an heir, and famous, or whatever, but he asks you every single time. like your answer was gonna change any time soon.

“yes, timothy.” you draw out your words, feeling petulant.

he raises an eyebrow at this, tugging on a strand of your hair. 

“uh-huh.” 

his hips snap into the soft flesh of your ass again, sending a spark of pleasure up your spine. you’re facedown on the bed, tim holding himself up over you, your hips raised up just enough for him to thrust into you. one of his hands curls into your hair, yanking at it. 

“tim, i-” 

his pace picks up, unrelenting. 

“what was that, sweetheart? have something to say?” 

you moan in reply as he holds the rhythm he’s established, his fingers gripping at your hair, pulling. 

“you usually have so much to say, y/n.” you can hear the smirk in his voice.

his taunting dies down as he gets closer, one hand gripping your ass so hard it’ll probably leave bruises. the other uses your hair to pull you closer to him, giving you a messy kiss. he sucks in a breath just to let it back out through gritted teeth, groaning deep in his throat. he puts you against the bed again, the hand that was in your hair now pressing down on your lower back. his last few thrusts are sloppy, quick, and you’re clenching around his cock at the speed, your hands clutching at the sheets. 

“mm, fuck, that feels so good,” tim finishes with a low moan, warmth filling your insides in someone else’s four poster bed. 

the praise makes something in your chest start fluttering around, and you turn over to look at him once he’s pulled out. he's sat up, on his knees. his thigh muscles are on display, sending more flurries of desire through your body. the veins in his hands are in hard relief as he fists his cock, milking out every last drop. his cheeks are flushed, his hair a mess, a few raven locks sticking to his forehead.

he's dressed before you know it, tossing your dress up on the bed for you absentmindedly. tim looks over at you, and he's back over you in a flash. he gives you one last quick kiss, pinching your nipple.

"i'll text you."

with that, he's gone. it'd be like he was never here if there weren't hickeys covering your neck and his cum wasn't between your legs.

you dress quickly, tottering over to the bathroom. you look in the mirror, assessing. you use your hands to tame your hair back down. your eye makeup is smudged. and you don't have your underwear. you better get home quick if you don't want his cum dripping down your legs at this frat party.

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tim drake wayne's fan club:

(and THE most patient people on earth. i love you. thanks for waiting.)

(taglist:)

@dfgcbgdc @benditlikegumby93 @agent-nobody-knows @jaybunsblog @astermos-74 @ravenna-reid @borutoistrash1-blog @slut4animedilfs @nuggget-consumer-9000 @turtleturtleturtleturtleneck @hellishattempt @trashhighwaybird @sergeant-angels-trashcan @lilithskywalker @timdrakeisasugardaddy

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[lv3buzzz]

rip todd anderson you wouldve loved those edits on tiktok with anthems for a seventeen year old girl and before the ‘park that car, drop that phone etc’ theres the ‘maybe in another life, i wasnt do different’.

his reposts would be flooded with those

[harbingersecho]

florida man

[the-heros-sidekick]

❝ went looking for a creation myth, ended up with a pair of cracked lips. ❞

He feels it first at the back of his neck. A buzzing, like the crackling of electricity underneath his skin, reverberating against the hollow of his skull. Something is knocking, making its presence known: A particular kind of evil that had snuck into Stiles’ mind once already, stealing away control over his body. Condemning him to sit back, trapped in his own mind, rendering him powerless. Doomed to watch in horror as his  blood-stained hands wielded sharpened blades against those he loved. They’d gotten him out, though nearly at the cost of his own life—a sacrifice Stiles had been more than willing to make, so long as no one else would get hurt because of him. And yet something must have stayed behind, lodged into the membrane of his skull like a shard of glass. For the longest time he’d managed to keep the horrors contained to only haunt him in the dead of night, leaving him sleep deprived and wrung out, every nerve ending scraped thin. But now, even the light of day no longer offers refuge for Stiles to feel safe. Long gone is the once obnoxiously loud, carefree kid—left in its stead is a man carrying himself with caution, treading quietly across the space between other people’s reality and what lies beyond. He knows there are demons out there listening, waiting for an opportunity to exploit any sign of weakness—a door left slightly ajar, perhaps, much like the door to Stiles’ mind they’d never managed to close. The feeling of impending doom crescendos and Stiles, feeling sick to his stomach with fear, clings desperately to the words he repeats to himself like a mantra. "Nothing gets in unless you let it.” But the words turn to ash in his mouth, memories of past experiences proving him a liar. 

an exploration of Teen Wolf's 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐈—𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄 who, after leaving Beacon Hills behind, settled down in New York where he's now considered the FBIs golden boy ― crafted for @fakevz. following canon events of the show with additional headcanons. low activity & very crossover friendly. minors dni. this blog operates in english only. est. 2014 ♗ © penned by 𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒊 , she/her , 25+ . 

𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍: loss of innocence ⊹ comedic sidekick ⊹ overcoming demonic possession ⊹ a morally gray world ⊹ undying loyalty ⊹ survivor's guilt ⊹ agent of chaos ⊹ deflecting with humor

✧  𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 ✧ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 ✧ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒

I think I've loved you since I met you. I just mistook it for curiosity.

Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I felt this unquenchable need to know you. I blamed it on ulterior motives, justified it because I needed something from you, because you held the answers I was looking for, because no one else was able to help but you. Looking back on it now though, I'm starting to think that maybe some part of me knew right from the start, that first night I stumbled upon you in the woods, what took me years to see: Maybe my heart recognized that it was going to love you right away, and I spent the years to come catching up with what it knew right from the start. That it was always going to be you. How could it ever have been anyone else? Through mayhem and bloodshed, through fear and loss, through grief and sleepless nights, you were the one constant that remained. When I lost sight of everything—first myself, then reality, then hope—you were the one guiding my way like a beacon, or a north star. If I've ever known peace, it's in all the moments that your hand has touched mine and that your arms have held me tirelessly, putting your body like a shield between me and every inkling of danger. Of all the late-night wonderings of trying to make sense of the last decade (and failing), what remains is this singular thought: At least it was you. At least it was me. At least it was us, together. I'd bear it all a million times over if it meant I got to hold your hand at the end of it all. You are the moment of quiet at the end of a long day, you are breathless laughter, you're the patch of sunlight filtering in through the window that I stand in to warm myself. You are everything good in this world and living proof that there is hope despite it all, and I love you beyond measure.

[le-agent-egg]

“I’m gonna be a super famous musician when I’m older, trust!”

“Tch, yeah right.”

“C’mon, now you’re just bein’ a hater, dude.”

“Damn straight I am.”

“So, what kind of band do you want to be in?”

“Definitely a rock band, they’re sick as hell.”

“You? Rock?”

“Hell yeah man! Chihiro’s gonna get half off on tickets to all my concerts.”

“Really?”

“… And what about me?”

“Nah, you still gotta pay full price.”

“Fuck you.”

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“… How does 25% off sound?”

“Yeah, whatever.”

[sweetmariihs2]

Lana Del Rey's songs are perfect for the Onceler: an essay

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I've known about Illumination's adaptation of The Lorax since I was a little girl, but I only joined the Onceler fandom in 2024. Since joining I've seen many versions and adaptations of the Onceler story, many fan works and askblogs, but something I'd like to emphasize here are the playlists. Not that they're not good, they're great, but I miss a big element in them, something that has a lot of potential for the Onceler fandom, which are Lana Del Rey's songs.

Non-recurring fan: "But Mari, what are you talking about? Lana Del Rey's songs have nothing to do with Onceler." And that's where you're wrong! I've been listening to Lana's songs for a long time now (years), and I can assure you that it has more to do with the Onceler story than you might think. I want to have a chance to explain why, and I know that people's attention spans are short, so I'll give a brief summary that might catch your attention and convince you to read the rest of the post: Lana's nostalgic songs about the American dream, glamour, money, living in ignorance of consumerism, and relationships with powerful and perhaps emotionally abusive men who caused their own downfall - She has a section of songs dedicated to this, and several versions of a single song that tell a story extremely similar to the Onceler's, which is the "National Anthem" collection of songs.

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Who is Lana Del Rey and why do her songs match the Onceler?

First of all, I'm writing this post assuming that you know the Onceler very well, but are not very familiar with Lana's music. You've probably heard some of her songs online, but something that's important to mention and that's more familiar to those within her fanbase is her massive collection of unreleased music.

I'm good with words, a bit bad at explaining concepts, but I'll try to briefly talk about the general topics of Lana's songs to you. To start, Lana's songs are always storytelling songs, she's always telling a story instead of just explaining a concept in her lyrics (and I find it funny that this is a slight similarity to the Onceler, because he is a storyteller himself, but it's just a funny fact). Her stories are varied, and they repeat many elements, such as the lives of people from different decades of the 1900s (by the way there's the movie "The Great Gatsby" that happens in the 20s, which she was invited to write the main song for and the story itself is very Lana-coded (and Onceler-coded too)), the American dream, elements of the 60s, old Hollywood, nostalgia, political issues in the US especially those present in the 1900s, etc, etc, etc. She writes a lot of songs about bad men too, but also about American girls from different social classes, sometimes describing luxurious lives with rich men, sometimes describing lives as a call girl living in a trailer park and working at a gas station.

Her stories are varied, and usually (important information) about women in the background, living in someone's shadow, like the various versions of National Anthem, very similar to the story of Priscilla Presley, Elvis' wife, who has also influenced Lana in her career in looks and music. She also sings about depression, and she is well known for having "depressing" songs, however most of her unreleased songs have an upbeat tone, which doesn't make much sense.

All of this that I'm telling you is about the concept of Lana's songs, but if you're reading and already looking for similarities between her songs and Onceler, you'll have noticed that there are already some similarities just in the general theme of her songs. The search for the American dream, the references to the 1900s, consumerism, money, old Hollywood aspects, political issues and nostalgia, are all elements that we find in Onceler and also in the various works about him that are in the fandom. Lana also makes many references to famous names from the 1900s, social movements and fashion of the time, for example, she always mentions the Beatles, Elvis, and even former president John Kennedy in some references.

And if you've been around here for a while, you probably know that 2012 Onceler was heavily inspired by many of these names and elements from that era, as described in this post that you should really check out to understand the extent of what I'm saying. (The working link to the file can be found in the last reblog, ok?)

Lana is constantly singing about men like this. Usually bad men, but sometimes she sings about genuine romance, and generally romantic situations seen through fem gaze, often admiring the boys she sings about. Mentions of Jim Morrison (gods and monsters), Beatles (let the light in), James Dean (blue jeans), Elvis (body electric), John Kennedy (national anthem and jfk) and more. She made a song called "Axl Rose husband" once. She makes constant mentions of being by the side of powerful men (rich characters, rockstar characters, star characters, characters who are just starting their career and are not famous yet, etc) or just admiring these male characters as if they were her favorite people, each song is a different scenario... It's not like she only talks about that, it's because her romantic songs are relevant to the post. Of course she also sings about different scenarios without boys involved, but I'm focusing on the songs about them right now.

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"National Anthem" collection of songs and how it's story matches the Onceler so well

I hope that by this point in the post you are more invested in what I am saying, because from here on out you are in for a rollercoaster of information. This is the most fun part for me (it is now 3:26 in the morning)

Released National Anthem - Born To Die album

I don't even know how to start this because I'm so excited, but let's start by taking it one step at a time. When Lana turned famous, on her debut album "Born To Die" she included a song called "National Anthem". Lana doesn't make the meanings of her songs very explicit, and the stories she tells usually have missing pieces that we have to piece together based on the references and elements she adds to the songs, and this case was no different. The song National Anthem is told from the point of view of a female character who is married to a very rich and politically/economically important man. They live a life of luxury, and she describes him in a way that implies the fact that he is very important to the country, using terms like "king of Chevron" (Chevron is the name of a company that extracts raw materials (aka oil)). The instrumental is also fundamental to the song, as we can hear the sound of fireworks in the background, and the opening of the song is inspired by a very well-known song in the USA called Bittersweet Symphony.

The most striking line in this song, and the line that fits the Onceler very well, is the catchphrase that she uses several times: "Money is the anthem of success", making variations throughout the song, such as "Money is the reason we exist, everybody knows it, it's a fact (kiss, kiss)" or "Money is the anthem of success so put on mascara and your party dress". Of course, this line is said with irony by the singer, and she actually wants to describe the lifestyle and behavior of the characters in the story she is telling.

After 1/3 of the entire song talking about romance, and money, and the man she loves and their lifestyle together, the bridge is where everything falls apart. In her own voice and in the sonority of the song, as well as in the lyrics, we can hear how the singer/character she portrays shows herself to be overwhelmed and worried about the lifestyle she lives, showing that all that glamour is not as wonderful as she made it out to be in the song. Of course, consumerism and alienation are clearly easy to notice up to this point in the song, but we didn't know that this female character was aware of it and worried about this aspect of her life. She and the male character live a dream, and she is madly in love with him as we can see, but it doesn't make her concern any less evident:

I would advise listening to this part of the song, because just reading the lyrics isn't enough to understand her tone of voice and how worried she sounds, and how the song changes to a hopeful tone when she mentions the fact that he'll hold her, he'll be there, pulling her back together. But the lyrics don't sound like a genuine relationship, they don't sound like a mutual romance, but more like an emotional attachment, especially in this part. When the female character is overwhelmed, worried about the life they're leading, the male character makes her stop thinking about it and makes her feel good again, and she shows total dependence on him to help her when she's down (and that's not healthy). Soon after, the song goes back to the previous rhythm, when she was talking about glamour and romance, and she says: "Money is the anthem of success, so put on mascara and your party dress", implying that it's HIM who says this line, and she's repeating HIS line throughout the whole song. To lean on something, on him? Maybe, who knows.

National Anthem tells the story of a wife of an important man, who is in love with him and the life they lead, but when she realizes that what is happening around them is not healthy, and he manipulates her back into believing that it is okay to continue like this, and she believes it, because she is emotionally dependent on him. The title and the line "Tell me I'm your national anthem" imply that the country's national anthem is as important to him as she is. Mentions of consumerism, blurring the lines between real and fake (Thneedville), big dreams ("It's gonna be huge!" as the Onceler says), it all reminds me of Onceler's story. But you think it ends there? No no no.

National Anthem - "I Still Love Him" monologue

Remember when I said that Lana tells us several pieces of story and expects us to put them together? National Anthem had more pieces of story that were cut, and this monologue was one of them. (Just because it was cut doesn't make it "non-canon", there isn't much of that here in the Lana fandom, we work with crumbs). This monologue tells about many, many things pending in the story. You see, this monologue is done by the female character, and she is telling in a nostalgic tone (similar to the old Onceler telling about his past in the cabin lol I'll stop) about that man she loved, and the life they led, but mainly about him.

She talks about how he was unique, and had a way of being that captivated everyone around him, but he was torn between being a good person and missing out on the opportunities that an incredible man like him could have (literally, that was said in her words). It's not clear what those opportunities are, but it is said that the female character tried to convince him to stop, to go back to how they were before; She says that as the years went by things got harder and they faced more challenges, although these things and challenges are not specified. And when she says that he was torn between being a good person and missing out on opportunities, we hear a gunshot, implying that his downfall was death. Something that wasn't made clear in the song. And at the end she says "But I... understood him. And I loved him, I loved him, I loved him... I still love him.", showing that she never forgot him and the time they had together.

But something interesting to say is that the National Anthem video is a huge reference to the life of John Kennedy, former president of the USA, and his wife Jacqueline Kennedy. This monologue makes it clear that the male character suffered the same fate as the president, who (tw: graphic) was shot dead next to his wife in a car in broad daylight, and that it had a strong impact on US politics at the time. I'm not North-American so I won't go on too much, but it's clear that Lana is telling a story inspired by theirs. There's no guarantee that it's not a story specifically about them, but I prefer to consider it Lana's fanfiction since it's a more romanticized version and told through her nostalgic lens, it doesn't portray the life of this real-life couple.

There are some edits and music videos of this monologue on YouTube, using scenes from movies that told abour John Kennedy and his wife or real life videos of the couple. I was kinda torn between adding one of them here or adding the lyric video, but I ended up keeping the lyric video because of the lyrics, of course, and because some of the MV's show JK's death, and some have strong images. From the real recording of the event or just a film that replicates what happened.

Lana making us chase after crumbs from this story like the Onceler makes Ted come back every day to tell the rest of his story? You should be ashamed, how embarassing Lana

"National Anthem Demo" and "I Want It All" version

In terms of storytelling, these songs don't add much, but for us Oncelings, they do. The original version of National Anthem wasn't actually that nostalgic, glamorous and melancholic version that we heard - It was a trash pop with guitar and a catchy rhythm, which doesn't make it any less fun to dance to, but it reminds me a lot of How Bad Can I Be. Making a little niche joke here, How Bad Can I Be would be National Anthem Demo and the released version of National Anthem + monologue would be Biggering, lmao. The lyrics don't change much, except for the fact that Lana sounds much more confident and fun in this one, almost completely ignorant of the problems mentioned in the released song, but which still has a worried and overwhelmed bridge, showing that her concern still exists. And in this version, some extra parts are added with a male voice saying yes to everything she asks for. "Do you think you'll buy me lots of diamonds?" "Yes, of course I will, my darling"

Honestly, this song has such a catchy rhythm and such a striking guitar riff, mixed with the "ignorant" lyrics, that it reminds me so, so much of How Bad Can I Be, it's crazy. I can't believe how aren't there thousands and thousands of Onceler edits with it, that song is his, it's such a missed opportunity.

But anyway, getting back to the subject, besides the demo version of the song, we have a version called "I Want It All". It's very good, but the chorus is completely replaced by the female character saying that she wants everything from him, she wants money and "things that love can't buy". I think Lana removed it because it gives the wrong idea of ​​the story she wanted to tell, although I personally also consider it an element of the story, it doesn't add anything new if you put it on the scale and add it to what we already have, she really lives alienated by her own wealth. It would be bad if Lana had cut the chorus and just put this one in its place, though. I'm glad she made the right decision.

JFK - Unreleased song

‼️This is the only video with this song on YouTube so I couldn't choose any other, be aware that there are strong/violent images in it‼️

Now this one isn't really part of the National Anthem song collection, but it's a song that's also part of the story because it's also about her character inspired by John Kennedy. In this song we can, once again, hear more deeply the extent of the love that the female character felt for him. I feel like this is an expansion of the monologue, because she's telling a listener about the character, and she always says "he was, I was, we were". The story is over, and she'll carry his memories forever. But there are some very interesting lyrics here for us Oncelings, just looking at them makes me want to squirm with joy.

It's like a love letter from that female character to him. She tells us about his scent, his voice, the person he was, their relationship.

She describes him as "King of the town, with a crown that would never fall", like, come on, don't you remember the Onceler painting that says "Too big to fail" and in the end he failed? Lana's character is also described with a crown that would never fall, but in the end it did fall, and we are told about it after it has already fallen. She also references rock n' roll, since it is not new for Lana to describe her male characters with rock elements and singers that she herself has had crushes on, and I must remind you of the countless rock references that the Onceler has in his design and personality, besides the fact that he is a guitarist, another thing that is mentioned a lot in Lana's songs.

In JFK, once again she describes how unique he was, that there was only one soul like his between one and a million, and there is a specific part that really gets me, which is when she says "You've got a soul like no one I know, you're so new at it; the way you see through that shit, breaks my heart and it drives me crazy". She's already described his unique and magnetic personality, but do you remember when she said that he's a good person but couldn't pass up opportunities, even though she's already advised him to stop? Here she says "You're so new at it, the way you see through that shit, breaks my heart and it drives me crazy", is he new to the business? Does she mean he's just a boy in the middle of all the currents that are dragging him along? What does she mean by "you see through that shit", she said he was torn in the monologue, he seems to be getting into trouble and seeing more than he should, is that what she's singing about? Is she referring to the character's optimism, even though the circumstances they live in are overwhelming? At least that's what I understood based on everything she said. Do you notice how there are no plot holes in each version? This is a complete story, guys.

And one more thing I would like to say, do you remember how this character was manipulative towards her? Maybe it was for her own good, who knows, but even so, there is a toxic relationship of attachment between them, and Lana always sings about unhealthy relationships. Maybe this character is perceiving him in a way that he is not. She says that he is unique, there is no one like him, and it breaks her heart to see him in this situation, but is he worth all this compassion or is she blinded by her emotions and his manipulation? He may be a bad man, or at least not as innocent as he seems, Lana gave hints of this in the bridges of the songs. She says that he is getting himself into trouble, and advises him not to do it, but he goes ahead and does it. It is just questionable, maybe it is innocence, but he may also be less oblivious than she thinks, after all he manipulates her a little, right? And since the character is inspired by John Kennedy, I have to reinforce that the relationship between him and Jacqueline was not one of the healthiest, this is also relevant.

But anyway, that's the story told by the various versions of National Anthem. It's the growth of an empire, which lasted for a certain period of time, with wealth and power, and love, which in some ways was almost like a fever dream for her character, but eventually ended when the "king of the town" fell and everyone mourned this loss. In the audio for the song JFK there are also audios of old speeches by John Kennedy himself, and the aesthetic reminds me a little bit of the fact that the Onceler appeared on TV, did commercials for his own company, probably gave public speeches and talked about Thneedville, promised great things, and unfortunately it ended up the way it did.

National Anthem, like Biggering and HBCIB, or even The Lorax 1972 and 2012, are different pieces of the same story, which we have to knead, mix, disassemble and reassemble to understand the order of the facts, with the difference that with Lana's songs we can do this with more freedom and consider speculations. But if you're sad because you think we've run out of song suggestions, I'm here to assure you that we haven't.

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List of other Lana's songs that matches the Onceler

Million Dollar Man

She's in love with a rich man and he's also doing bad stuff. Maybe it's also a piece of the story told in National Anthem, who knows, but I don't think of it that much. He convinces and manipulates people... of what? I'm not sure. You probably know this song by the "one for the money, two for the show" part. But yes, the lyrics really match the Onceler, I just decided to highlight it instead of quoting because it's easier for me that way to explain.

Hundred Dollar Bill

This song has two versions too, but the lyrics are the same and the story isn't as complicated to understand as National Anthem, don't worry about that. The version I want to recommend is the trash pop one, with the catchy guitar riff and the sounds of coins in the background. Basically Lana sings about being a call girl and hooking up with rich guys, repeating that nothing is more gourgeous than a hundred dollar bill. It reminds me of this scene, but if you want to insert an oc that's fine too lmao

You Can Be The Boss

She's talking about how she met a rich guy and had a fling with him. Honestly, the song delivers more than it promises, it's really good. I find it funny how she flirts in the lyrics, she always does that. "He had a cigarette with his number on it - He gave it over to me, "Do you want it?" - I knew it was wrong but I palmed it - I saved it, I waited, I called it - The liquor on your lips makes you dangerous - I knew it was wrong, I’m beyond it - I tried to be strong but I lost it - You taste like the fourth of July - Malt liquor on your breath, my, my" and the mention of his white car is also alamsnbsnjskskdbdh

Playground

This is the time Lana tried to rap but scrapped the song. She talks a lot about competition, fame, fighting to get what you want, and has a cocky tone in her voice, kind of similar to HBCIB. "I just wanna party boy, I don't wanna fight - But everybody knows that that's the way it is - Only players can survive - They all know my name now, It's just another lonely day on the playground (Only players can survive)" reminds me of "THERE IS A PRINCIPLE OF NATURE ‼️‼️💋💋 THAT ALMOST EVERY CREATURE KNOWS💥💥"

Is it wrong?

She met her local rockstar and they're also having a fling. "Is it wrong? Is it wrong? I’m makin' out with you while You’re singin' your song, is it wrong? Is it wrong? You’re playing your guitar and It’s turnin' me on" "You got me in the back of Your car like a star, is it wrong?" Ummmm I won't explain myself further

Groupie Love

She's watching her rockstar/guitar player boyfriend perform and considers herself his groupie love. They're in a crowd full of people but she knows that he is thinking of her. This song has me giggling and kicking my feet, specially before the "every time you look up, I know what you're thinking of" and you can hear a guitar playing in the background. I like to see this as a way to show this character "playing" the song, adding elements from the story inside the instrumental. Very sexy 100% recommend ‼️‼️‼️ "it's so hard sometimes with the star, when you have to share him with everybody"

Big Spender

Well, this song is not Lana's but she did a cover of it for a snippet in a rapper's song. I personally don't really like the rapper in the song, I'd rather hear her voice, so I recommend listening to the original vintage version of the song of the same name, it's good and suits Onceler, you'll like it.

White Dress

This is a song about her career. On this album she reflects a lot on fame and the repercussions it can have on someone's life (and her own). In this song, she sings nostalgically about the time when she was 19 and just a waitress, wearing a white dress, not famous, listening to rock, not knowing what her future held. Then she says "Look at how a got this, just singing in the street", contemplating the place she has reached. But she also remembers when she was just a young girl at the "Man In Music Business Conference", and remembers how ridiculous the whole situation was. "I felt free 'cause I was only 19. Such a scene..."/"I only mention it 'cause it was such a scene. And I felt seen..." There's a bit more to talk about this song's meaning, but I won't go into too much detail about that.

"I was a waitress wearing a tight dress

Like, look who would do this, look who would got this

It made me feel, made me feel like a god

It kinda makes me feel, like maybe I was better off..."

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Playlist, my story and final considerations

I made a Lana Onceler playlist for those who like both of them and want to check it out, but specially because of the story I'm working on about an oc of mine called... Lana, and Onceler, of course. She is heavily inspired by Lana Del Rey too, but that's not all, It has a cool plot and good aesthetic too, if you want to take a look at the post I made about it, I'll leave the link here: Lana (oc) x Onceler thing I'm working on, I'm still deciding which name to choose. The playlist is about them but you can just listen as an usual Onceler playlist (Except it's a bit immersive and has old songs that fit with that headcanon of the Onceler being from the 40s-60s, it's a good setting, okay? Vintage music isn't too far off from the Lana Del Rey theme honestly, especially if you daydream like me and act out your own fanfics in your head, it's fun. Imagine Onceler in a business party, or an interview, I don't know. I have a whole story in my head but in your case you can hear it differently.)

This is the link to the playlist in case you wanna hear it.

I made this post because, honestly? The Onceler is perfect for Lana's songs, and everyone here is missing out on that. I think it would be really cool to see edits of him with these songs out there, or drawings, or fanfics and other fanworks, and I decided to come and talk about a subject that's been on my mind for about 2 months. People here would love to know about that, just as much as I do. Lana's fans are also famous for their moodboards so perhaps more Onceler moodboards too? I don't know. But that's basically it, thanks for reading this huge post that I wrote.

Every Lana song can be a Onceler song if you squint enough lmao. There are other songs that reminds me of him but I didn't added because I felt like they were really out of place here. Like the song "Dark But Just A Game" that talks about fame and previous stars, and she said she wouldn't let herself be dragged down the current as they did and had terrible fates. I guess the title speaks for itself.

It's now 06:06 AM, that's what hyperfocus does to people (only finished the graphics and added the links and pics 2 days later)

[rotten-gal13]

Some of the toughest people in the zones are women, more specifically, women that have children. If they can survive pushing a 6 pound human out of their vagina with no painkillers, they can survive just about anything.

[thornycanary]

when was the last time i drew him

[glitterslag]

Much of true detective season 1 takes place in 2012 and are we forgetting what an unhinged year for pop music that was. I know rust cohle wouldn't have listened to the radio much (in fact there's zero evidence his bizarre ass has ever voluntarily listened to a song), but look. He still had to have gone into stores. Gotten coffee somewhere. Interviewed people in bars.

Basically what I'm saying is that even if he went off and shot himself right after the end credits rolled there is absolutely no way that man escaped this mortal coil without having heard Azealia Banks 212 at least in passing

[partrin]

you can't convince me this rin didn't download the entirety of my chemical romance's discography into his shitty creative zen mp3 player off limewire in like, idk 2008 and ugly-cry to "disenchanted" everytime a minor inconvenience happened. like.

he literally told me he went to an mcr concert with sousuke once. he told me.

[sailorbananabee14]

rip Jessica Riley you would’ve LOVED Sabrina Carpenter.

[probably-impossible]

My most self-indulgent headcanon is that Terzo plays the clarinet, and that he does the time-honored clarinetist tradition of playing "Rhapsody in Blue" all the goddamn time.

Downside: face-paint make reed look like this

[7habitsofhighlyeviceratedpeople]

Modern day stuff I think would send Leland Coyle into a coma

Disposable vapes

Lipstick tasers/pocket tasers

Vibrators

Pistachio flavored everything

Sexy cop halloween costumes

Touchscreen soda machine (specifically at Five Guys)

Fergie’s rendition of the National Anthem

The current state of the socioeconomic climate in America

My tumblr.

(please add more this concept has me laughing way too hard)

[blood-injections]

I really wanna write a killjoys national anthem and california crossover solely so that Kara and Kobra can meet because.. autistic transmasc/fem solidarity and they would have so much to talk about also I just really want to see the interaction where Kobra’s like “why does your jacket have nipples” and kara “why does your jacket have your name on it that’s cringe��� but then they’re bffs and end up swapping jackets. bonus points if they haven’t transitioned yet but then they do and they’re like wait a second. we literally turned into each other

[cathalbravecog]

i'm the antonymph of the internet