#arghi

[primepaginequotidiani]

PRIMA PAGINA Gazzetta Del Sud Calabria di Oggi sabato, 24 agosto 2024

[sammyluvr]

heyyy marí!! are you okay? ;)

sooo, i know your requests are closed, but k had to come here and say how much i need you to someday write a fic with transfem!sam (or fem!sam, whichever you prefer) <333

since yesterday, i can't get something out of my mind like, reader is a local police detective, and then the tall and beautiful, perfect FBI agent appears in front of them, and they can't take their eyes off her or keep their composure, and every time Sam gives one of those nice smiles they're like, almost combusting and turning as red as a tomato ;(((((

hi darling sage!!! i'm good, how about you! <33

ahhh yAYYYY it makes me glad people want me to write more of her!!! i do have a transfem!sam fic for kinktober ofc but i really wanna do fluffy fics with her so so bad!!!

wAHH THAT IDEA IS SO CUTEEE ARGHI LOVE ITTTT she would feel sooo secretly giddy about making someone seem flustered heh <33 i'm crying this is so cute <33 you can definitely send it in again once requests are open!! (or i'll just write it anyways because i love her so much LOL)

[ballwizard]

hi arghy

HI BONGY 😁

[ome-magical-ramblings]

Using Prayer of Crowns Magically.

As people can see I am slowly releasing more contents on the prayer of crowns as I go through it practicing and translating it together at once. I hope that people have read my previous blog post on it as this will be a direct translation of usage of this prayer/invocation.

Starting with the first name Basmech Dala Hamo Shaytithon / بشمخ دالا هامو شيطيثون

Whoever writes it on a cermaic dish or bowl then wash it with rose water, mix it with nromal water and then perform ablution with that water. Allah gives him great might and honor with whoever he sees, and who make his wife drink it she will not disobey him.

The Second name: Dano Malchuthu Daimonin / دانو ملخوثو ديمنون whoever writes it on a small piece of paper and throw it on running water, said "Oh God of this Book, I wrote it for you, fulfill my desire X" Allah fulfill his desire for him at the moment whatever it is. The Third name: Kaoraish Ara’shtrich Lachon / كورعش ارعيشطرخ لاخون

whoever wrote it with saffron and rose water, hanged it as a talisman/pendant on a single woman she will instantly find a partner AND marry with Will of Allah.

The Fourth name: Dahmoth Archa Archim Archimon / دهموث ارخا ارخم ارخيمون whoever wrote it on paper/papyrus with musk and saffron mixed in rose water, hanged it on himself, he's safe from all fear, worries, and the like. The Fifth name: Thiochaim Azich Arqish Dar-Alion / ثيوخيم ازيش ارقش دارعليون

Whoever wrote it on paper and tied it to his right upper arm then asked any creature or person anything they did it for him.

The Sixth name:

Haythumuu Mythuu Ahyun Minun / حيثموا ميثوا احيون منون

Whoever wrote it with musk and saffron then put it in a pendant in his hat or neckacle, Allah protected him and protected him from all other creatures. The Seventh name:

Ahia Shra-heya Adonai Asba’ot Asba’ton / أهيا شراهيا ادوناي اصباؤت اصباؤتون

whoever wrote it on the palm of their hand, read it, then said his in wish/oracle then he will sleep in full ritualistic purity then a group of Good Jinns will come to his sleep and they're the servant of this name will tell him about his matter. The Eighth name: Dihmitha Dahlilun 'iilah Metatron / دهميثا دهليلون إله ميططرون

Whoever lost anything or someone stole anything, or his slave ran away let him purify himself ritualistically and write the following name on his right thigh then sit in an empty/isolated place pray with the whole prayer and ask from Allah to bring back what's lost then seven tall men of jinn serving this name come to him and tell him what he wants.

The Ninth Name: Noor Bawariq A’reish Arghshish Lagah-shun / نور بورق ارعيش ارغشيش لغشون  Whoever writes it seven fridays consecutively and wash it into water, drank most of it, and wash it with water then drank most of it, and washed with the rest of it his face and chest Allah gave him great wealth before the end of the Haol(Lunar Year), and who wrote it on a paper and put it in the money of a merchant, the merchant gain/won a lot of money.

The Tenth Name:

Shabira Shro wa Asmaikh Ash-ba Ashba’on / شبيرا شرو اسمخ اشبا اشبونّ

Whoever wrote it and wore it as a talisman had a great strength in walk and he doesn't get tired, and if a pregnant woman wears it then her birth will be easy but he must dispose of the paper immediately after birth. The Eleventh Name:

Malkuth Malich Malch Malecha Malchun/ ملكوت مالخ ملخ مليخا مالخون Whoever write it on the palm of his right hand then shook the hand of someone else Allah made great love between them, and whoever write it on papyrus and held it between his eyes then talked with his enemies he conquered him. Whoever writes it, washed it, and gave it to someone with pain in the liver or Spleen allah cured him. The Twelfth Name:

Alam Alim Arghil Arghi Arghun Thirnun Kazanun Shamkh Shamkhithan Mishlamun / علام عالم ارغل ارغي ارغون ثرنون كزنون شمخ شمخيثا مشلامون whoever wrote it disjointed letters, washed it and drank it, or licked it and washed his forehead and face with it then went to meet a tyrant ruler then he will be subdued, treat him well, and will be given his request. Another is to be written on a tablet, washed his face with it's water for 3 days was protected from pink eye. Another wrote it with saffron on his male member afterward had intercourse with his wife then no other will be able to have intercourse with her except him. Another, Who wrote it on 3 smooth rocks, every time he writes it on a rock he throws it to the direction of the house of his enemy then Allah become extremely angered toward his enemy, throwing fear and terror into his heart leading to great win in the scribe/magician.

[amelicano]

Langkahku terhenti

beberapa saat, sebab sepasang mataku berhasil menangkap keberadaan seseorang. Arghi. Kini jarak kami hanya terpaut 3 langkah, benar-benar dekat. Ia kemudian menaikkan muka, sudut bibirnya terangkat perlahan.

"Ana, ya?" celetuknya.

Aku mengangguk sembari mengulum senyum.

"Gimana kalau kita ngobrol di kelas saja, Kak?"

[binodkumarsposts]

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[priscilla9993]

The amount of times I cursed as the events turned for the worse... like aaaah, definitely orchestrated by Ahab bc no way could anyone just have what feels like a million dollars on hand, along with someone entering right after the hearing, without needing to be sent for first to ask for the sum. Also that knightrook angst mmmmph! Even if she lived and he knew where she was, could Killian live to make it back and search for a cure again? Arghy warghy, gosh be darn let that powdery stuff be worth more than pain and bodily expulsion.

Laden of the Torn (3 of 25)

AO3 link Catch up on tumblr: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Tagging @priscilla9993 @cocohook38 <3

***

The magistrate was a somber older gentleman who worked quickly through the business at hand. He listened to the case against Ahab and Killian without comment. Then, as both defendants were dragged roughly to their feet, he launched immediately into a recitation of his judgment.

“An orderly society requires laws, and those laws carry penalties for citizens who break them. You have been convicted of public dueling, and by order of their majesties Queen Snow and King David, this offense carries a fine of one thousand pounds, or seven years’ hard labor, with reasonable accommodations made for your respective physical disabilities…”

The remainder of his reproachful speech was drowned out by the helpless panic that flooded through Killian as his battered brain hatched a dozen desperate escape scenarios. An ice-cold knot settled in the pit of his stomach, entirely separate from the twisting spasms that had plagued him all afternoon. Seven years…

As if from a distance, a question was posed to Ahab, and Killian forced himself to apply half of his attention, knowing he would be addressed next.

“I am deeply remorseful for my participation in such a deplorable act,” said Ahab smoothly, displaying the appropriate contrition regardless of how he might actually be feeling. “I am prepared to pay the full sum today and give my oath that I will never again be found in violation of any of this land’s laws.”

Killian stared. One thousand pounds was an impressive sum to have on hand. Even at the height of his pirating days, it would have taken several successful raids to gather such an amount. The magistrate appeared slightly taken aback as well, but only for a moment. He nodded once and dipped his quill, saying,

“Have payment delivered to my bailiff following today’s proceedings. He will then sign for your release.”

As the magistrate made a note in his records book, Ahab replied,

“If it please your Honor, my associate is here now with the funds. We do not wish to take up any more of your time or hospitality.”

From the corner, the bailiff glanced at the magistrate, who nodded his approval. Killian watched a man appear at Ahab’s shoulder: the very same who had acted as his second that fateful day so many long months ago. Killian couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed his entrance, although he did have much more serious things to be worrying about. The bigger question was how they had known the required amount ahead of time. Unless Ahab had somehow anticipated he would be captured at this very moment and had done some research beforehand…

As the bailiff quietly counted the sum handed over by Ahab’s second, the magistrate finally turned his attention to Killian.

“Captain Jones? Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

Killian’s guard prodded him to stand up straighter. Arm pressed tightly to his torso, he made an attempt but couldn’t quite manage a fully upright posture. “Your Honor… I, too, offer my deepest apologies and assure you I have no intention of causing any further trouble. But please… I beg you… I am the sole provider for my young daughter. She has no one else in this world. I can’t pay the full fine right now, but if you would allow me some time…”

The magistrate’s stern countenance did not change in the slightest. “This isn’t the first time I’ve heard such excuses, Captain. The law makes no exception for irresponsible fathers. If you can provide at least one quarter of the sum by sunrise, you will be allowed to remain imprisoned here for up to one month while your friends and family gather the rest. Otherwise, there is a prison caravan arriving in the morning which will escort you to a rock quarry to serve out your sentence.”

Even if Killian could somehow contact Captain Smee so quickly, it was unlikely he would be in the vicinity with enough funds to satisfy the conditions just offered. And he wasn’t left with many other options when it came to allies… 

Breathless with despair, Killian continued his plea for mercy. 

“Please, your Honor, she’ll be left all alone; can’t you make any sort of concession for her sake? A reduced fine, or simply a longer time to pay it… add on any equivalent penalties you see fit. Throw me in the stocks, or order a public flogging; I’ll do anything. Just please don’t send me away from her. She needs me!”

Standing near the door, his chains being removed by the bailiff, Captain Ahab casually suggested,

“Taking his trigger finger would make it harder for a repeat offense.”

As much as the thought terrified Killian, even that would be preferable to seven years away from his quest to free Alice. He returned his tearful gaze to the man who would decide his fate, praying he would be reasonable. 

Unsurprisingly, his prayers were met with a resounding negative. Even before the magistrate began to speak, Killian could see that he was unmoved.

“I am sorry that your daughter will share in your punishment. But you should have considered the consequences before you broke the law. There are orphanages and workhouses for these very situations. If you are lucky, you can reunite with her once your sentence has been served.”

Any further protest was drowned out by the ring of his gavel, and the final strike sounded like the lid of a coffin slamming into place. Killian’s frantic struggles as he was dragged from the room were cut short by a barrage of vicious blows from his two jailers, and he was only half-aware by the time they tossed him back into his cell to await the morning.

***

No number of eloquent appeals to the gods could stop the sun rising. Shoulder to the wall, Killian sat watching the cobwebs’ shading go from gunpowder to mist and trying to ignore the constant stabbing in his gut and the ache in his head. Seven years. Alice would be a young woman by then. Gods. He would hardly recognize her… if he managed to survive that long. At least he could take a guilty kind of solace in the fact that he would know where to find her afterwards. Even if the prison guards hadn’t laughed in his face when they had come to find out her location, quickly writing off her existence as an elaborate story Killian had dreamed up to lessen his sentence, they would have had just as much success getting her free to send her to some workhouse as he’d had in all these years of trying. 

Another violent twisting in his belly soon had him doubled over, gasping. Forget the hard labor, this current malady had the potential to finish him off long before he even reached the quarry. Quietly cursing bread mold, scummy water, concussions, and every combination of the above, he waited for the cramping to subside. Fifty-fifty chance it would then become the nausea that had afflicted him all night. If he was expected to walk any distance that day, it was shaping up to be an extremely miserable journey indeed.

Still in the throes of the attack, Killian vaguely heard a commotion from down the hall, but could spare it no thought until, eventually, it carried over into his own cell. Even then, all he could do was listen with half an ear, both arms crossed over his midsection as he stole mini-breaths through the tension.

“Cor, the stench in ‘ere,” complained one of Killian’s visitors as the cell door screeched open.

“Nervous stomach, old man?” sneered a second voice, seemingly less affected than his companion. Killian kept his head bowed and eyes tightly shut, his only defense against a potential addition to the offending miasma.

“Come on. The sooner we gets ‘em shackled, the sooner the chain gang leaves us in peace.”

The rattle of heavy iron links drew closer, accompanied by booted feet, and Killian peeled an eye open. Before he could even begin to make sense of the scene, blurry arms thrust a spearpoint up underneath his chin in an uncomfortable warning against resistance. Killian straightened as much as he was able and showed his empty hand as appeasement, but the pressure from the weapon did not ease.

“Convicted of public dueling, eh?” growled the guard with the spear. “Is that how you lost your hand, too? Think you’re some dashing knight on a quest for glory? Well, look where it’s got you.”

The second man tossed a heavy ball and chain at his feet, sending earsplitting echoes reverberating around the cell.

“Not so tough now, are you?” he taunted. “Finally facing the consequences of your own actions?” Roughly, he grabbed Killian’s ankle and pulled his leg out straight. “It’s all an adventure until an innocent bystander is harmed.”

Killian did not resist, and he didn’t see any reason to argue, either. The man was right on both counts, though Zeus knew no consequence could be greater than the one he’d already been facing. And an innocent had been harmed, just not in the way this man was imagining.

An iron shackle closed around his ankle, snug over his trouser cuff, and Killian shut his eyes in defeat as the guard secured the lock on what would likely be his closest companion for the majority of the next decade. The thought caused his insides to clench even harder than they already were, but his grimacing attempt to double over was cut short by the spearpoint at his throat. He drew some slow breaths. If he vomited now, he would likely end up with steel through the jugular.

The second guard gave a hearty tug at Killian’s new shackle, testing its soundness, then he clambered to his feet.

“Now then, you blaggard. Enjoy a bit of rest until the caravan is ready for you. It may be your last opportunity for the foreseeable future.”

Killian did not need to open his eyes to detect the self-satisfied smirk in the comment. The pressure against his windpipe finally eased, heavy boots retreated, and the door shut with a clang. Killian curled in on himself once more, feeling the demoralizing weight tugging at his ankle. He was in no condition to travel; surely the authorities could see that? Seven years wasn’t overtly meant as a death sentence, though conceivably they might turn a blind eye to convicts being worked to death. He let out a shuddering sigh as he visualized the location of his bucket, should a panicked lunge become necessary.

He desperately needed the aforementioned rest, but would not get any. Right now, he wouldn’t bet on his ability to survive the next seven days, much less years.

[zombelgress]

Nuevo compañero || GresLo (ArgChi Oc)

Gress resopló los cabellos que caían sobre su rostro, aquella semana la toca el turno nocturno en el aeropuerto de Ezeiza, así que por esos días tenía que vestir de traje. Se había comprado uno negro con camisa blanca que le quedaba muy bien a opinión propia, y debía quedarle bien a criterio de su novio también, porque al irse su chileno estaba colorado hasta las orejas, maldijo el no poder hacerse cargo de lo que sea que estuviera cruzando por la mente del astrónomo.

—Estamos casi sin perros, che. —Dijo su compañero tras desconectar el Handy, el pelinegro asintió abultó pensando en que no sería fácil aquella noche de trabajo y las siguientes.

Cansado, salió afuera del edificio a comer la comida que su novio le había preparado, la noche estaba muy fría, pero aún así era disfrutable el aire que soplaba en la ciudad. Calma, una que fue irrumpida por un perro grande bastante de abundante pelaje negro. Lo miró con aguados ojos y se echó a su lado con la cola entre las patas, a Gress se le volvió incomodo comer aquel taper de comida.

—Bueh, toma, qliá. Pero queda entre nosotros, Chelo me mata sin entera que te di lo que hizo. —Decía mientras le entregaba la mitad de la comida, el can enseguida se paro para comer moviendo su cola con notable felicidad. El corazón del pelinegro se oprimió pensando en cuando habría sido la última vez que comió.

Se levantó tras terminar de comer, entró nuevamente al aeropuerto y se dirigió a la sala detención de pasajeros; allí era donde hacían la revisión de equipaje de individuos sospechosos de portación de drogas, ahí mismo tenían una pequeña cocina y otro pequeño cuarto de descanso, además de un almacén provisorio de evidencia.

—¿Nuevo compañero? —Cuestionó otro agente de cabello castaño y ojos avellana, lo miró confundido y este hizo un gesto con su cabeza para que mirara a su costado abajo; acción que realizó y se encontró con el perro que antes había alimentado.

—Ni me di cuenta que me persiguió desde afuera. —Dijo poniéndose de cuclillas para acariciar la cabeza del canino negro.

—No, si estas siempre volando en el culo de tu chilenito, un día de estos te van volar la materia gris. —Comentó el agente entre divertido y molesto. Gress no respondió, sabía que Fernández hacía poco que había quedado soltero.

Los días pasaron, y el perro negro continuaba acompañando al cordobés en todas sus guardias nocturnas, él a cambio le traía alimento Pero se había negado a comer alimento para perros, así que le había tenido que pedir a su novio más comida excusándose con que solo tenía más hambre últimamente. Gracias al can, las noches se le hacían cortas y extrañaba menos a su pareja.

—Esto es el almacén de evidencias provisorio que tenemos en el aeropuerto, por la mañana se llevan todo a un almacén definitivo de evidencias de la federal. —Le contaba al perro mientras ordenaba las bolsas de narcóticos, tenía que clasificarlas por peso.

En una curiosidad, tomó una bolsa que contenía cocaína, y la abrió. Sacó con un papelito apenas un pellizco del contenido y se lo acercó al can; este, de lejos, percibió el aroma y estornudó tirándole todo el polvo blanco en la cara a Gress. Soltó una carcajada y se limpio, el perro lo lamió moviendo su cola.

—Tendría que ponerte un nombre. —Se dijo así mismo acariciando la cabeza del can. —Y Negro te pongo no más. —El perro ladró como de acuerdo con el nombre, el cordobés volvió a reír y continúo con su trabajo.

La cabeza del joven golpeó contra la mesa de interrogatorio, Gress había tenido que reducirlo al mostrar actitudes violentas hacia los agentes que lo habían detenido, aseguraba que no traía drogas, que era un error y que los denunciaría por maltrato a un civil. El cordobés, al igual que los demás agentes, estaban seguros que era portador de narcóticos, lo veían en su mirada, en sus movimientos precavidos y en el notable nerviosismo que hacía a su ceño arrugarse.

—Acá tampoco hay nada. —Informó, el agente Fernández habiendo revisado el último bolso del sospechoso.

Gress chasqueó la lengua, iban a levantarles un sumario si se habían equivocado; encima no tenían perro disponibles, se lo habían llevado a todos para un gran operativo en el partido de La Matanza. Tendrían que pronto aceptar su error, pero antes de que eso sucediera; el “Negro”, perro que cuidaba el cordobés en el aeropuerto, ladró la campera del joven detenido, cual había sido dejada en el sillón del lugar por él mismo.

—¿Qué le pasa al pichu? —Cuestionó un agente mayor.

—No sé, generalmente es tranquilo, por eso lo tengo acá. —Respondió Gress, extrañado con el comportamiento inusual del can.

El perro continuaba ladrando y gruñendo hacia la campera del detenido, y los agentes hubieran regañado al animal, sino fuera por los ojos de pánico que se instalaron en el sospechoso. Así entonces, el agente Fernández, tomó la campera y con una navaja de bolsillo, cortó un poco una de las tantas costuras de aquella prenda.

—¡¿Qué haces, conchudo?! ¡Te voy a denunciar! ¡Los voy a denunciar a todos, hijos de puta! —Gritaba el detenido tratando de zafarse del agarre de Gress.

—Oh, esto es cocaína. —Dijo de pronto Fernández con la hoja de la navaja cubierta por un polvo blanco.

—¿El pichichu reconoce el olor de la cocaína? —Preguntó sorprendido, el agente de mayor edad. —Gress… ¿vos le enseñaste? —Cuestionó ahora dirigiéndose al pelinegro.

El cordobés así tuvo que explicar lo que había hecho, maravillados, aplaudieron al can, quien parecía sentirse orgullo de su hazaña. Todo esto llegó a oídos del jefe de departamento, quien no tardó de emitir la orden para que el perro sea entrenado en la policía federal; pero, además, la orden consistía en que era obligatoria la presencia de Gress, ya que de ahora en más, sería su perro policía.

Por todo esto, es que esa mañana, luego de un mes en guardias nocturnas, llegó a su casa con el “negro” en el auto. No tenía ni la menor idea si a su pareja le gustaría tener un perro, encima tenían un gato, y el can no era muy pequeño que digamos. Se agarró la cabeza y se dio la cara contra el volante. El perro, en un gesto cariñoso, le puso la pata sobre la espalda. Gress rio sin levantar la mirada, el can era mejor compañero que cualquier agente del departamento antinarcóticos de la federal.

Bajaron del auto, Gress tomó aire y entró a su casa lentamente, tratando de no hacer ruido, capaz su pareja estuviera aún durmiendo. Pero el Negro tenía otros planes, entró corriendo, notablemente feliz, olió todo a su paso y se metió a la habitación principal donde habría reconocido el aroma del cordobés. Saltó a la cama, y lamió al chileno que dormía allí, seguramente, él también desprendía parte del aroma de su dueño.

—Basta… Gressy… Ya po… —Decía adormilado, el joven de cabellos castaños.

—¡Negro, basta! —Exclamó Grees al llegar al cuarto.

El perro no le hizo caso y se acostó en la cama apoyando su cabeza en el pecho del chileno, quien despertó y pegó un grito de horror al ver algo negro sobre él. Cayó de la cama y sentando en el suelo, el can volvió atacarlo con lamidas. Gress estaba asustado por los garabatos que le diría su pareja, seguramente iba a castigarlo. Pero, lejos de todo pronostico del cordobés, el chileno empezó a reír abrazando al can.

—Ya, me asustaste, perro aweonao. —Decía divertido jugando con las orejas del animal.

Luego de aquello, Gress le contó la situación del Negro. Chelo, apodo de su novio, felizmente lo acepto; incluso, se sentía más tranquilo de saber que su novio tendría un compañero fiel, que sin lugar a dudas daría hasta la vida por él. Ahora sería parte de su pequeña familia, pero el que no estaba muy de acuerdo con ello, era el gato de Marcelo que se encontraba pegándole en el hocico al pobre perro que solo quería olerlo.

[muyextra]

Argchis varios

1. Argchi antartico

2. fem!arg/chi

3. Argchi domestico con Carlitos

4. Argchi Martín campeón de america

Para más dibujos ver mi cuenta en twitter uwu @/anhue_

[priscilla9993]

I love cute and soft things! Plushies... and my cat

[priscilla9993]

@killian-whump Most of the time, I can’t see you as anything other than your username, but when my mind thinks of a nickname due to high emotions and passion resounding from your blog posts, you’d be “Arghy Warghy Eggbooty/butt”.

Just so you know you all have nicknames that my feeble mind has given you for no reason

[papitamexicana]

¿Que se siente ser hermos@? 7u7 Y otra pregunta ¿cuales son tus ships favoritos? ¿te gusta el USPER(usaxperu)?

dame la definicion de hermoso, no creo entrar en ello kkkkkkkk

ufffffff pos jajaja croe que un chingo wey pero con mexico se resume en dos usamex y rusmex

con el resto croe que arghi, fruk y canucra son mis fav, pero tengo un chiiingooo mas jajaj xDD soi multishipper u.u me gusta incluso todos los ships que hay con el firjolero del mexa kkk y si me gusta el usper jaja xDD tiene su encanto y me agrada

algo si, no me trago ni a cucharadas los ships con recih, no puedo lo 100to umu

y rusame a pesar de que es un buen ship, no me convence .-. 

[ask-blinkous-galadrigal]

The fool for moonstone argh and blinky please!

the fool: do you have any nicknames?

(For Moonstone please ask @moonstonethekind )

Nicknames for Moonstone from Blinky and Aarrrgh: Dearest, Dear Moonstone, Moony, Moonlight, Wifu(toby started this one), Our Love, My Love, Mi Amor, Mi Luna, Luna de Amor, Our Heartstone and Dearest Mother.

Aarrrgh to Blinky: Mr.Looksalot(when he stares), Love, and My Heartstone.

Blinky to Aarrrgh: Dear friend, Old friend, Love, My Heartstone, Arghy(rare), Stinky(rare), Mr.Touchalot(when Aarrrgh is in a certian mood), and Good boy(very rare, usually only while during the kink)

[manic-misfit]

5 💕

Who do you feel most you around?

Paige, Arghie, Tyler & Sarah 💕

[amelicano]

Aku melirik arloji

di pergelangan tangan, pukul setengah tiga, dan aku masih terjebak di ruang kelas sampai 30 menit ke depan. Ra dan Tir tampak bergantian memandangiku, seolah memberi sinyal untuk tetap tenang.

Alih-alih tenang, aku semakin merasa gugup ketika mendengar bel pulang berdentang, entah mengapa suaranya terdengar lebih nyaring dari sore-sore biasanya. Tidak lama lagu Sebuah Kisah Klasik—yang biasa diputar sesudah bel pulang sekolah—mengalun mengiringi langkahku menuju ruang multimedia.

Menuju Arghi.

[clarabowmp3]

I read the answer of your last ask and omg honestly I loved reading it I also relate to some of the songs from rep and honestly know how it feels

SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO LETS GET INTO TODAY'S ASKS *drops rep tour confetti in your inbox*

Spotify wrapped came yesterday (if u use Spotify) if I may ask what was your top song and also artist

Anddd one more question what was your favourite song from red tv vault except Atwtmv (ofc I'll do that)

You're an amazing person and I hope you're having a great day <33

☃️anon

awwwww I'm soso glad you tolerated liked reading the answer to my ask you absolutely adorable bean

and HONESTLY I am still not over the genius that was taylor swift making like tiny newspapers for the rep confetti like the effortt and the creativity mann

My top song was actually renegade, surprisingly, which I played 69 times (AHAHHAHAH) I think I was just very blown away by the concept and idea of such a song I had it on repeat for like a month or something

Anddd my top artist was taylor! I didn't expect that really because I didn't want to saturate myself with her songs otw I'd get bored of it but no!! I was in the top 0.5% which I was like ????how???? My other top artists were billie eilish, bleachers, aly and aj (I forgot the last one and I'm too lazy to get my phone lol maybe I'll post the screenshots later). My other top songs were the other side of the door, lover first dance remix, that's when and happier than ever and my audio aura thing was wistful and focused

FAVOURITE SONG FROM RED TV VAULT ARGHI love practically all of them but only one of them made me like cry on the first listen, like I still don't know why, and it wasn't (gasp) atw 10mv. It was actually Run. I don't know why, I think it was the gentle guitar and like how you can hear the yearning in the lyrics and their voices to run away together wherever they want to and it's such a soft and precious song. I honestly feel like its def underrated and is just so perfect in every way and I guess part of why I love it so much is also because of how sad it makes me, like it created this actual ache in my heart

and lastly, bestie, YOU'RE the amazing person here adsfdsjaf I can't wait to meet you on christmas and we're only on the 2nd day of december AHAHAH ily <3