#before that is candy by robbie williams

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

I'm back at it again with another question.

Feel free to tell me to stop sending questions 👍

In spirit of spotify wrapped coming out recently.

Favorite music genre/songs?

i'm afraid i'm the kind of fucker whose music taste is literally anything except what i dislike. y'know like- i can't tell you a specific genre or song bc i like a wide range of stuff, even from genres were the songs i do dislike are from. so uh- yeah lmao

if it counts for anything, i'm very partial to listening to game soundtracks, even when not as background music. like i have stuff from genshin in my music player, that's how bad it gets. i also did have my vocaloid phase but i don't think that's all that surprising. i never did have an emo/punk/alt/scene phase though. i don't think i've ever listened to a single thing by mitski and all the things i've heard from lana del rey have been against my will (like- someone else had the aux). same thing with mcr.

i was a 'the music we played in the car were my parent's cds and or prefered radio stations, which were stuff from the 80s' kind of kid, so

yeah, sorry i can't provide a definitive answer LMAO

[maplesyrizzup]

What I wouldn’t give to dance around in a suit with an umbrella

[eternal-armin]

'CAUSE HE THINKS he's made of candy.

i think this is the longest thing i've ever written here, around 6.7k words and i had to revise it a lot because it took up too much space ;;; the title is a reference to candy by robbie williams because that song slaps hard

pairing : five hargreeves x male/transmasc reader. [he/him pronouns]

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where : after surviving the apocalypse together and saving the world, things finally return to normal, in good ways and in bad ways.

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warnings : mentions of trauma, some light mentions of gore, reader has a congenital insensitivity to pain and find getting injured amusing, so... a lot of that kind of trouble. i totally wanna do another part or so because klaus and diego being father figures gives me life

you walked through the half-dark house, making your way to five's room like you had many times, skateboard in one hand and phone in the other. making sure you hadn't waken anybody up, you opened the door, greeted by the expected sight of a dark bedroom and the sound of gentle snoring. "five, wake up~," you whispered, half singing, shaking his arm, steadily waking him up. he looked annoyed, his brow already furrowed and a frown already tugging at his lips, but he wasn't angry. he was rather used to it by now, in all honesty. "your favorite person ever in the entire world is here!" you hummed. five could basically smell the grin you wore.

"and i wish he would go away," he grumbled in response, trying to turn back over and go back to sleep, only for you to flick on the light and blind him. "jesus christ, a fucking―a warning next time, please?"

"shove your warnings up your ass, five, you can miss out on your middle schooler sleep schedule for a night."

"many nights, actually," he hissed distastefully, giving a mourning glance to the cozy pillow before he sat up, now disappointingly awake. "what do you want this time?" the grogginess was now leaving his voice, but not really his eyes. five almost looked nice when sleepy, even if he looked pissed as hell at being woken up. at least your face was a little more pleasant to look at now that you were back to your teenage self.

"let's go shopping."

five looked at you like you were utterly insane, then slowly looked over at his clock. he cocked his head at you. "it's almost midnight."

"mm, did i stutter?"

"i wish you did. i'm not going shopping with you at midnight. no place is even open." five tried to put his foot down. he was a steel wall to anyone else. but to you―perhaps for you, he was simply a clay plot, one easy to crack the more water you filled it with. it was nice to spend time with you without the entire world desolate and destroyed around you, at least.

"who said the place had to be open?" you shot back with a cheeky grin. five wished that he could be surprised with your blatant delinquency. at some points it had done you both well and your affinity for breaking rules, laws, and regulations gave you a peculiar resourcefulness, but now that you were both safe and home, well... you'd become a mischievous troublemaker. just how you used to be.

"... how the hell did we ever become friends." his voice was utterly flat and his expression exhausted and peeved and yet he still stood up, shrugging the blankets off of himself, heading to his closet because he would be damned if you were going to get hurt and he wouldn't be there to laugh at you.

well, you didn't really get hurt, did you?

"i dunno, but i'm sure you regret your decision." five didn't respond to that. "i will satiate your worries, though, old man, it's an abandoned mall this time."

"wow. character development. didn't expect that from you." with the newfound information he searched for something decent to wear. something that allowed him to move and remain covered by shadows should any unsavory things come to pass.

"hey, hey, i went from crying when i stepped on an ant to killing people, and even if that's negative character development, it's still character development, okay? stop underselling me." you leaned against the wall next to his door, skateboard lounging beside you, picking at your nails. he finally took a full glance at you now that sleep was totally gone from his mind and his body, narrowing his eyes. you were wearing jean shorts, an old nirvana t-shirt, and a hawaiian button-down completely unbuttoned. at least you were wearing knee-pads this time around, but that was all the praise he could give you. five still found himself stunned that you so brazenly didn't care about how visible your scars were; scars from broken bones, scrapes, cuts, gashes, burns, stabs, bullets, shrapnel. you paraded them about like they were boy scout badges which was almost hilarious because you never learned anything from the incidents which now lined your body. even though five would never do it himself, and in fact found it incredibly weird, he kind of respected it. admired it, even. but just that one thing, nothing else. never.

"what, see something you like, old man?" you mused, going from fidgeting with your fingers to looking him in the eye, your own glinting with a bit of cheekiness. not the worst thing to be woken up to in the middle of the night.

five scoffed. "never in my life." you rolled your eyes at that sarcastic response and your grin did not fade. "you're―you're seriously wearing that?"

"hey, i dress my age, mr. retired-man-with-dementia-who-only-remembers-how-to-play-bingo, alright? leave me be." neither of you were bothered by bickering whilst five changed from pajamas to day clothes. he wasn't getting totally naked, so neither of you really gave a shit.

"'dress your age'..." he muttered. "you dress like a blind tween."

"thanks, hot stuff."

"that wasn't a compliment."

"i literally could not care less," you shot back, then winked at him, adding, "lovingly."

five faked a chuckle in some sort of hum sound, shooting you a falsified grin before returning to what he was doing. "i don't want your love. i'm good."

you frowned a bit yourself, which was totally and utterly unnerving and made five, somehow, regret what he said a little bit. "ouch, dude, tell me how you really feel."

"you couldn't comprehend even the most elementary of my emotions, so i'll spare you the headache." he glanced at you a few times, more so at that lingering twinge of unhappiness that so brazenly took over your expression. those words were typically the closest you would ever get to verbal reassurance or comfort from five, not just because he was completely incapable of voicing his own emotions properly, but because physicality did more for you than talking ever did; so, with a comfortable, neutral flannel now hiding his previously exposed torso, he placed a hand on your shoulder. he was always gentle with you, which completely didn't make sense because if anyone in the world needed to be treated gently it would certainly not be you.

a little smile found its way back on your lips. now reassured that not everything was wrong with the world, five pulled on a dark sweater and paperboy cap. you looked him over. "you really look like a retiree now," you mused, but it wasn't an insult. he looked nice like this, out of that hellish uniform, and never could you imagine him in anything else. "do you wanna hit the golf course too, gramps? i'm sure they got some mocktails for you since you wanna keep the drinking to a minimum tonight."

"shut it before i make you." he spoke through gritted teeth, jabbing a finger at you, only succeeding in making you grin.

"is that a threat or a promise?" you clicked your tongue, picking up your skateboard and heading for the door before he could say anything else. "the old tree is, like, a twenty-five-minute walk."

"i'll just blink us, i'm not spending another thirty minutes with you on a skateboard on rough sidewalks, i don't even wanna think about what would happen this time."

"it was so cool, though! i never thought a compound fracture could look like that!"

"[y/n], you only think it's cool because you couldn't feel the pain."

"uh, yeah," you said back, raising a brow at him while he shut off the light to his room and closed the door behind you two. "but it was still cool." you had your bubbly little grin again and five rolled his eyes. despite all that trouble, all that excessive worry he would never admit to feeling, five still looked back somewhat fondly on those times. back when you were ten, still learning how to skateboard, and your parents didn't even give you a helmet or joint pads, when you broke your ankle and didn't even know something had happened until five pointed it out.

after taking one hell of a tumble, hearing the board crack a bit beneath you, you let out a breathless huff, allowing yourself a moment to absorb the sudden shift in, well, everything. five perked up at the sound, surprised you weren't crying or something after falling like that. you stood up and brushed yourself off like nothing was wrong, peering strangely down at the board, which had no damage. you pushed it back and forth once or twice with one foot and it seemed undamaged. that was weird. you'd heard it break, right? five came up to your side, glancing you over once or twice, before his eyes settled down at your feet. "you've got a little something on, uh―" five cut himself off, eyes wide, and you knew that shit was bad when he looked at you like that. he looked about as shocked as one could be, and that unnerved you to no end.

"what? what, did i..." you looked down at your shirt to make sure you hadn't torn it up or anything or were totally exposed, somehow completely not noticing the broken ankle on which you were unsteadily standing, chalking it up to you still half-standing on your skateboard. "what, i don't see what's wrong this picture. stop being cryptic with me, man, you know i'm dumb as shit."

"well―i mean, you aren't wrong about that 'dumb as shit' thing, but i think you just fully busted your ankle." his curtness was plain and simple, and you had already known back then that it would be a constant in his attitude. you looked down, then back up, your eyes wide and mouth twisted as you poorly suppressed a grin and a very annoying giggle. "don't look at me like that! how―how are you not feeling it? that would hurt like hell!" he kept gesturing down at your ankle, at the protrusion of bone and reddening, swelling skin.

"i dunno, i just can't feel it," you mumbled. he pursed his lips, simultaneously in disbelief at what you were saying and knowing that you were too shit at lying to pull this kind of thing off. all of a sudden, his mind was screeching like a fork in a garbage disposal. not being able to feel pain was kind of a bad thing.

he had actually been right, to no one's surprise, when you were diagnosed with congenital analgesia. that incident had marked the day where five silently vowed to be there to protect you, because you were alone except for him. and, to a certain extent, he was alone except for you.

"god really was fucked up when he made you, wasn't he," he muttered.

you both headed downstairs and the clock, by now, was probably around twelve. klaus waited at the bottom of the staircase with the cheekiest of smirks on his face, hands clasped together and his cheek leaning against them. you let out an exhausted groan, thinking you'd missed this tonight.

"something tells me he's super weird-dad tonight."

"why are you surprised, he's klaus, and he's basically your dad."

klaus let out some weird giggle. "i mean, i prefer the thought of being the really cool uncle who teaches you how to smuggle alcohol and how to juke rehab therapists, but i don't mind being a dad." he stepped in front of you two, hands now extended, and that dopey uber-proud dad smile back. "oh, just look at you two!"

"i thought you were sober," five said flatly.

"come on, you two are perfect together! your over-the-top chaos," he gestured to you, "and your sterile literalism!" and he gestured to five. "i'm just waiting for you two to make it official, i mean, two guys don't just survive fifty years in the apocalypse together only from a platonic bond." you and five shared a wide-eyed glance. "don't worry, if my cupid abilities don't get you two together, hormones will. i can't imagine going through puberty twice, let alone the sexual tension between two guys who can't admit their love for one another―"

you put your face in your hands, utterly embarrassed, whilst five was utterly unsurprised. a similar conversation had gone down before, and he just hated reliving it. "okay! that's enough. okay, okay, uh, we're gonna go! if you contact me within the next seven days, i will call child protection services and the police." of course, the threat was empty, but hyperbole was the best way to get your point across. klaus raised his hands in surrender and stepped out of your way. he did enjoy the picture of you two, though; the two extremes on opposite sides of the social attitudes spectrum, one extroverted to the point of it being a flaw and the other antisocial to hell; the opposite sides of the fashion spectrum, one being well-put together mature vintage, and the other being power-clashing at its finest. the multicolored shoelaces were also an appreciated detail.

"i love you too, my little schneke."

"... stop calling me a snail, i'm―i'm not slow."

"maybe not physically," five said quietly to you, and in response you jabbed him in the side with a quiet 'fuck you.' on that cheerful note, you two went about your way. the front door clicked closed behind you, and in a flash of blue-tinted light, you were gone, and the house was mostly silent. klaus was soon joined by allison, quietly making her way downstairs, the only remaining light sleeper of the family.

"you really are just laying on that matchmaker thing, aren't you." she sounded drowsy and awake at the same time. klaus greeted her with a simple smile and a single nod.

"i mean, aren't they just the perfect couple?"

"they certainly were standing next to each other," allison mumbled.

seeing five frustrated was worrying. staring down at his clenched fists, blue light barely rippling out like ice spreading over a metal surface. and so when you passed him, even when he did not notice you, you touched his shoulder, finding yourself in another time. "h-hey, uh, five―" you managed, feeling nauseated as yet again he travelled to some time else.

"get off of me, [y/n], you shouldn't be here!" he looked at you with anger, more like fury, but it was a weird cocktail because it was mixed with a very weird concern. suddenly the world around you two zipped away and was replaced with one of fire, ruined buildings, complete and utter desolation of what was once a world, once compiled with many lives and now every single one was snuffed out because a different roaring fire took everything with it. both of you stood in shock for a few seconds but your cool nature was the first to crack.

"five?! five, where are we?" your voice cracked and your chest tightened, whipping your head around because you thought if you turned fast enough you would be back home.

"like hell if i know, [y/n]! why didn't you let go of me?!"

"i wouldn't have been home anyway, five! i would be just as stranded, i―we―someone needs to be alive, right? someone?" both of you seemed to have the same idea click into your minds, stumbling into weak runs to find the umbrella academy. the building had once stood grand and tall and foreboding and now it was down to the foundations. your friends, his siblings, were gone. he fell to his knees and you turned around, horrified at the world but at least free from the stinging pain of heat and dust whipping into your skin. you felt as cold as ice in a world of fire and heat because, buried amongst the broken homes, were the only family you both had. just older, and... dead. in very painful, excruciating ways.

for all those years, you thought it had been you that stranded you in the apocalypse together; you had distracted him, you had ruined it all, and you never forgave yourself. you hid it well. but five never came out with the same thought process because he didn't believe it in the slightest. he'd already been struggling to transport himself to the time he wanted. maybe you'd exasperated things just a little, but it wasn't entirely your fault. never.

you both allowed yourselves time for the mental breakdown you so dearly deserved, but the time was coming to man up and start trying to find ways to survive. joined at the hip didn't really cover how close you were over those decades, how you couldn't sleep unless you were besides each other, how you protected five because you wouldn't feel the pain and how he always patched you up while cursing you out and still kissing the wound better because it always properly calmed you down, at least more than any words could. you took the brunt of the pain, weaponizing your congenital analgesia and using it as a defensive plan. it worked. even when the handler came around, especially when the handler came around, no defense quite matched yours.

"i should've left you back near the academy building," five muttered, wrapping makeshift bandages around your... well, your practically crushed arm. his voice was gruff now, and not just from the unpleasant living situation, but you were both nearing your thirtieth birthdays. you'd both filled out. you kept gazing at him whenever he patched you up, and even though his words were sour, his touch was sweet.

"what're you looking at, dipshit."

"nothing much."

"fuck you."

"you first."

five grinned a bit. some things never changed.

"wow. this place really didn't age well." the old liberty tree spanned out in front of you with basically no windows left intact, and beyond them a black void without any electricity in the circuits. the outdoor walls were crawling with ivy, the grounds fuzzy from overgrown plants on unkempt laws, and the concrete of the structure looked about ready to crumble. you'd come here a few times in your pre-apocalyptic childhood. it had been coming down for a long time after a few bigger malls came into the picture, carrying more stores, more variety, more fast food restaurants in the food court. now its charms drew only you in as 'how sick would it be to die crushed under the ceiling of an abandoned mall?'

"it's super cool, right?" you giggled, giddy as all hell. your attitude toward liminal spaces had stayed remarkably the same over the years. always, when passing by some tired old house, you nagged five to just take a peek.

"i don't think so, no."

"well, you're friends with me, so i don't think you really have good taste, so i'm gonna ignore that comment and think you said yes." try as he might, and he desperately did, five couldn't bring himself to hate that glint in your eyes when you looked at him. pure, raw curiosity with an undertone of excitement and glee that you were exploring some boring, abandoned place with him of all people. you set down your board and took your place standing on top of it and before five could scold you for skating on very uneven ground, you took off, ducking and pulling a small ollie to get through the shattered pane of the glass main door. five sighed through his nose and followed you in, eventually greeted by the sound of your bluetooth speaker blasting something he couldn't make out by its echo.

"how could you possibly find this fun?" he almost had to shout to be heard. you were approaching again after going around the empty lobby for a few turns, just going faster and faster, losing more caution every time.

"because it's mindless and mostly not illegal!" you responded brightly. suddenly you got the fantastic idea to jump off your board and let it go flying and you followed the instinct, landing wrong on your foot and immediately heading straight for the ground. you would've landed hard, getting at least a deep bruise, if five hadn't caught you by your waist before you could break yet another bone, scoffing at your terrible decisions.

"there are millions of words in the english but none of them could ever describe just how incredible it is that you aren't dead yet," he said curtly, helping you stand back up. you were giggling.

the music was still playing and so you wrapped your arms around his neck, starting to sway and hum along to the eerily-echoing tune. he looked at you with confused horror, eyes narrowed slightly, not moving with you.

"don't give me that, shortstack!"

"i'm taller than you."

"i'm going to ignore that!" you chirped. "we're alive and out of hell, and we have been for, like, weeks now, it wouldn't kill you to dance a little bit!" your hair, bouncy from its messiness, danced almost more than you did as you moved it back and forth, singing whole-heartedly along to saint motel, keeping it a bit dialed back so that five wouldn't have his ears fully blown out by the volume. "who do you think'll see your shitty dance moves other than me? and we both know that i would be a total hypocrite if i insulted you for them."

"i don't dance."

"yeah, and i don't care. your hip won't give out if you use it for fun, fivey."

"don't... don't say that, actually." the cracks were staring to show, just as they always did with his clay pot attitude. you sputtered at the accidental innuendo.

"aw, c'mon, please? just this once?" it was no wonder that klaus was dead-set on his precious, unofficially-adopted son being in love with five, and also no wonder that diego was dead-set on keeping that same unofficially-adopted son as far away from five as possible. your puppy dog eyes were totally nauseating and deeply troubling and so he gave in, solely for the sake of his own sanity. he shut his eyes for a second, mumbling something along the lines of 'i should've killed you decades ago.' but he hugged your waist a little more purposefully and begrudgingly swayed a bit to the tune. the look of utter happiness on your face was, admittedly, kind of worth the wake-up call and following exhaustion.

"i cannot believe that you guilt-tripped me into dancing."

the happy music saw you getting a bit more creative, making up the moves as you went, whatever felt right. five let go of a little control to do the same, and found himself mildly enjoying it. would he do it again? not on his own accord. would you probably make him do it again? without a doubt. it was, however, nice to watch you enjoy yourself. he kind of wanted to dip you, but he didn't.

"you're a natural, though." clasping his hands and intertwining your fingers, you leaned back, and he found himself doing the same, both of you held upright by your grasps on the others' hands, and you started to move in a circle. for the sake of both your safety, five went about it too. walking turned into sideways jogging and you started giggling. the world around you both blurred. for five, it was just you now, just you, like it had always been. it had been a while since you'd held hands for so long but eventually it ended, much to five's dismay, and you went stumbling backward a few steps, falling hard on your ass whilst he quickly remained his balance. you were breathless for a moment after falling so suddenly, but eventually you just started laughing. five wiped his hands on his shirt, peering at you strangely.

"you didn't hear anything crack or whatever? nothing feels weird?" he spoke with no emotion in his voice and yet the words and underlying tone were careful and concerned. nobody else could hear it, but after so long, you could read his every move.

"no, nothing." you shook your head a bit, finding yourself dizzy. "nice to see you're still concerned."

he offered his hand out to you and you took it, and in a strong move, he pulled you up. "i wouldn't call it concern."

"well, then, what would you call it?"

good question.

you were sniffling and crying while trying not to sound it at all. of course, it wasn't from the pain, but from the total stress. sometimes it all just collapsed on you again and you were a hyperventilating, shaking kid again, too scared to turn off the light because the shadows freaked you out. five sat down beside you, leaning against the least-crumbling wall of the small shack you'd both been calling home.

"you're not really a crier," he began. "did something happen?"

"i-i almost got crushed and i saw my life fucking―flash before my eyes and i hated all of it. every single second. i wish i'd killed my parents, i wish i'd killed that landlord, i wish i'd killed my uncle―"

"wish all you want but that's not gonna happen, [y/n]." his voice softened. five was essentially the same as he had been when he was thirteen, just sprouted into someone who would've been one hell of a college freshman. "i wish i killed a lot of people too, but we're here, and we're here together, and―for what it's worth―i'm glad that you're alive." he settled a bit closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pulling you, still sniveling, against him. "hating your childhood is pretty common where i'm from," he joked, successfully getting a wheezy chuckle from you, "and it's still possible to lead a decently okay life. i'm trapped in a terrible apocalypse, and it's not just external, but... it's a little better because i have someone else who's more insane to remind me that i'm right."

you chuckled yet again, snuggling against him. his warmth was better than the world's. "i think i only moved because i heard you call."

"seriously?"

"i-i mean, yeah." it was kind of hard to forget the feeling of stumbling away from a ton of hard reinforced concrete that would've left you as a reddish smear on an orange world. five's curt and somewhat annoyed call was the only thing that grounded you, and you both knew just how quick that faded.

"you really would be dead without me." his voice was quiet and deeply peeved but he didn't shy away from you, his hand remaining idly just against your hair.

"no shit, dumbass―trust me, i am well aware." you snorted to yourself and five sprouted a small amused smile on his own. eventually your smile dimmed a bit, and were reminded of the world in which you lived in, and the world from which you had come from. "why did you stick around?" your disheartened soul was reflected in those words, lined with a pure confusion. five furrowed his brow. apparently it was completely out of the realm of possibility to you for him to just care.

"... there was a lot of―"

"answer the question. please. j-just this once." five quieted a bit when he heard that. usually he was quite skilled at deflecting questions but you melted his resolve so easily. you asking a genuine question in a hauntingly low voice left five silent with no idea how to respond, even after all these years of dealing with your rollercoaster mannerisms.

"wrong place at the wrong time, i suppose." right place at the right time was better to describe it, maybe. "after you broke your ankle when we were ten, i guess i took it upon myself to make sure you didn't do any dumb shit that would end up in a gnarly death. whether you can feel it or not." so he'd appointed himself to be your protector?

"why? it wouldn't do you any good. well... it hasn't done you any good."

"do you really think i only do things if they'll give me an advantage?" five paused, not looking down to see the squinted eyes you stared at him with. "don't answer that question, actually. don't answer. it hasn't done me any good but i don't regret anything i did. not terribly, anyway."

your grin would make the cheshire cat blush.

five immediately regretted saying that. "don't let that go to your head, [y/n]."

"already there, bud."

his brow furrowed again, the corners of his lips twitching down in another frown. "alright. maybe it's partially concern. but fracturing your pelvis would be a very stupid way to die, and not worth laughing at, so i didn't want to miss out on a show." maybe there was some form of truth in that desire for a fun death, but you had that desire too, so small potatoes. it was silence between you two for a few seconds as you patted concrete dust off of your clothes and the backs of your thighs. "let me help," he said, and it was a demand and not an ill-cadenced suggestion. he stepped behind you and swiped away the strips you couldn't reach with a heavy hand. while he did so he carefully looked you over, even going to far as lifting your arms to check for any injuries. you were quite used to it by now.

"thanks," you mumbled. "still waiting for that broken leg."

"well, your plan wouldn't work anyway, because i can see your legs."

"yeah... i like my legs. i don't want one to go janky from a broken bone."

"it would be unfortunate."

"mmhm, so you agree."

five narrowed his eyes slightly, not getting what you meant for a second or two, before scoffing. "i don't think that your legs are nice."

"really?" you turned to look at him, and the teasing grin on your face was reassuring in how amused it was. you were just playing with him, but that was always the way you got him to inadvertently expel whatever he was thinking. you tilted your head, crossing your arms.

"don't give me that, [y/n], or i'll blink away and leave you here."

"there's ceiling access."

he pursed his lips. "alright, then leaving you alone here is completely out of the question, but i will find some way to make this miserable for you."

"what, why? why d'you wanna misery me?"

"you're dreadfully annoying, for one. i hate how you're always smiling, it gives you really bad wrinkles. you have the heart of a child because you're so immature and i don't know why the universe thought it would be funny to shove us two together, because god knows it would never happen normally, but here we are, much to my chagrin." five paused. you were accustomed to his rants by now. "your weird uncle-dad keeps trying to rush something which shouldn't be rushed, and i don't even know what level of weird that is but i hate being a part of it."

"rush something which shouldn't be rushed―what does that mean?" it was like you had selective hearing for the smallest freudian slips known to man. "what, do you need sixty more years to admit you've had some sort of big emotion or something?" it was mostly a jab, something meant to be funny, which was met with a stolid seriousness. you let out a near-silent 'oh' as the moment continued.

"yeah. turns out the crazy alcoholic was onto something, for the first time in his life." you snorted at the quip, nodding in agreement. both of you knew, dearly knew, that words wouldn't be the vessel of the confession, but both of you knew, dearly knew, that it was coming pretty fast. you'd just never think it would come this fast. klaus was really good at sniffing out a love arc, apparently. five felt like steel when he took your hands back into his, not because his biting sharp edges hurt you, no, and they never would, but he'd never done something in a manner such as this. with a few unspoken words the entire atmosphere of your relationship had been turned upside down and that was the scary part; he had no clue where to go from here.

"the worst part will be telling klaus he was right," you joked, swinging your arms in and out on socially-awkward instinct.

"you're telling me. he's gonna tout it around for the rest of time."

"we'll never live it down."

"i doubt you'll need to worry about that, i'll be surprised if you make it to your 16th birthday."

"you give me three years? seriously? you really think that my 58-year-old-13-year-old self can only survive three more years?"

"absolutely correct." you found yourself laughing and he found himself grinning, just slightly. the sound was pleasant, admittedly. he was more open with that now. well, barely, but it still counted. the silence that did follow this time around was almost pleasant. you were too nervous to maintain eye contact very long, so you glanced away from him and your gaze lingered on the random spot which it landed. plants had somehow found their way into the internal cracks of the floor, green shards glinting out in the pale light from the grimy sunroof.

"i never thought i'd see the day where you couldn't look me in the eyes. it's weird and i don't like it. look at me." your cheeks felt warm but you did as you were told. he smiled a little bit, and it didn't even hint at a snarky grin or smug smirk. you leaned forward and rested your forehead against his.

"i'm totally not telling klaus about this."

"neither am i, are you kidding?"

"never in my life," you giggled to yourself, graduating from holding his hands to wrapping your arms back about his neck, where it felt like they belonged. suddenly it was like he was new to embraces because his arms felt stiff when he hugged back, but he hugged back, tight. never before had you encountered something so gentle and so suffocating at the same time; gentle because he might break you, suffocating because he might lose you. neither of those would happen on his watch, of course. somehow, even with your wild self, your flaws and lack of capability to abide by laws and rules, you'd managed to charm the most level-headed, logic-addicted, cynical douchebag the world had ever seen. maybe there was some truth behind that old 'opposites attract' thing.

"do you wanna stick around this dingy place for a while longer like the psychopath you are or get food before you go to sleep so you don"t whine about being hungry?"

"am i really that predi—"

"yes."

"wow, you muttered, furrowing your brow. "i really am predictable."

"yes."

with just the will to prove him wrong you stood straighter and gave him a quick, albeit strong, kiss, and then you were right back on your feet. you caught him off-guard, that's for sure, because he looked like an android in the middle of uploading information; eyes slightly wide, brows slightly raised, pure subtlety. "how about that?"

it still took him a few seconds to respond after that, trying to regain his smug and blunt composure while also trying not to dampen the mood in any way. "you're terrible at convincing. give it another shot."

[the-eclipse-is-in-me]

Fun Facts

Ooc: Some fun facts about my Oc cause I'm bored:

Now dating Quinn Victory: @quinn-is-victory

Birthday is November 28

Zodiac: Sagittarius

Pansexual, no longer single

Camp therapist (Ooc: My future profession is psychologist, so)

Basically, a mix of Nico and Will if it was a girl

Obsessed with the moon but could never be a huntress

Dyed Purple hair (Original: Brown) , blue eyes (Wears purple contacts) , dark skinned, 5'1 (might make a drawing at some point)

Has weaker versions of Nico and Hazel's powers cause she has it all.

Also a Solace. (Ooc: I just find it fun to mention)

14, claimed at 12 (had 2 years to master my powers before spying on the seven)

Has had slight feeling for the seven at some point (Ooc: Except Frank and Hazel, there too perfect, but also not crazy enough for her)

Weapon: Can't choose (I'm a very fast learner)

Both Roman and Greek

Spent a lot of time in the shadows of the Argo 2 (Ooc: Shes very nosy, though she doesn't tell anyone else what she sees)

Very good at multitasking

Will randomly slip into some dead or made-up language if she's angry (Ooc: I do this in real life)

Fav song is Candy by Robbie Williams

I'll keep updating on future facts

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Find the word

Thanks to @illarian-rambling here and @elsie-writes here!

My words: festival, brown, paint, drag, dog, water, gorgeous, hat

Your words: voice, fence, still, frozen

Tagging @writeouswriter @talesofsorrowandofruin @i-can-even-burn-salad @writernopal @k--havok

@spitefulbull @cowboybrunch @willtheweaver @willowiswriting @ahordeofwasps

+ anyone else!

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Keep reading for:

William succeeds

Gwen meets Liam

Halloween!

Tierney has static electricity

Dragon!

Robbie helps Kelsey

Well someone's doppelganger turned out different

Akash and Carla make baseball small talk

Festival Celebration - from The Secret Portal Part One

The snakefly’s wings continued to rapidly beat together, then slowed as if stuck in treacle. It froze midair, dropping to the ground by the forces of gravity. William let out a sound that would have caused him to flush if anyone was around to witness as he abruptly shot out of his seat. He cleared his throat, though still vibrating from excitement, then called his wife on the comm. “Atsila! Atsila! I did it!” “What is it, Will? You coming early? Do I have to clean up all this mess in five minutes?” she joked in response to his jubilant celebration. “I’m not coming to bed, hon. I’m sorry.” “What—” “I’ve reached a breakthrough.” “Good to kn—” William turned off the comm and continued his work.

Brown - from The Secret Portal Part One (Gwen POV)

“I’m Liam Beaumont.” “Nice to meet you,” I said, then paused. “Wait, I was told you were the first recruited. How old are you?” “You were told about me?” “I gave a quick list of everyone,” Gabriel explained. “Oh. Well, I’m eighteen.” My mouth dropped unintentionally. Liam sighed, playing with the zipper on his light brown jacket but seeming to find it humorous. “I know, I look eleven. But, like, I’m five-seven and people still think that. It’s not like I’m super short like Tyler.” Tyler gave Liam a rude gesture.

Paint - from The Secret Portal Part One

“Whoa,” George said, gazing around. There were black and orange streamers and fake cobwebs everywhere and what appeared to be spiderpig webs on every other surface. The lights were dim and the sources of flickering light came from inside pumpkins with faces carved out of them. A couple tables were pushed against the wall with candy and punch. Spooky music played in the background, and George and Carla weren’t sure they liked how it made them feel, but it certainly fit the mood. Tyler walked up to them, his black hair slicked back and wearing fake pointy teeth. Red paint dripped down his chin. “Velcome to the party.”

Drag - from School of the Legends Year One

Tierney followed his brother with his hand outstretched, making extra sure to drag his feet on the carpet to keep up the static, even if it slowed his pace. Jarred turned a corner and made an “oof!” sound as he ran into Ritchie--both falling over, causing Tierney to trip over both of them and crash to the ground. “Agh! Blimey, Tierney, you have a lot of shock on you today,” Ritchie noted as Tierney brushed up against him. Jarred sat up and poked Ritchie. “Ack!” He jumped back. “You, too?” “Don’t look at me, I got it from him.” Ritchie gave Tierney’s shoulder a soft push and hissed a swear as he flinched his hand back. “Bloody, Tierney, are you a walking socks-on-the-carpet-during-winter?”

Dog - from The Secret Portal Part One (Lexi POV)

Ash leapt to her feet and ran to the door with me close behind. Ash banged and screamed to be let in until Carla Baxter opened the door. We rushed inside before she could say anything. Carla looked back outside as the dragon burst through the trees. I expected it to shoot fireballs at us, but instead, it sat down, like a dog. Carla laughed. She actually laughed.

Water - from The Secret Portal Part One (Lexi POV)

I stood back, hugging myself as Robbie knelt in front of Kelsey. He pressed his fingers to her temples, and Kelsey shuddered—maybe in relief. A soft maroon glow emanated from Robbie’s fingertips. The darkness beneath Kelsey’s skin began to fade, and it traveled up Robbie’s arms, that same menacing glow radiating beneath his skin. After a moment, he released his grip from Kelsey, who let out a sharp gasp, the light gone. Robbie stood, closing his eyes. The darkness now inside him turned into a bright maroon. “Shut your eyes!” he commanded. I obeyed, and through my eyelids, I could still see a sharp white light blaring. I squeezed my eyes tighter, though water still seeped out the edges. The light faded.

Gorgeous - from The Secret Portal Part Two (Rose POV)

CJ passed me the book, which I took, examining the color. It was gorgeous. I flipped through the book. The illustrator did a lot of work to show the information of what Brown was talking about. “Alex, you get The Theory of Wormhole-Based Powers by Raissa Kamanzi.” “Oh, I love her!” Alex snatched the book as my heart stopped at the name. “Raissa Kamanzi?” I asked. Alex nodded vigorously. “She’s this brilliant woman who dives deep into Alii power theory. She talks all about the science behind them and how they could potentially expand beyond what is known. My aunt would love her; she does similar things in her field. She also has tried to replicate some powers synthetically, which could help with equalizing Neutrum and Ceters.”

Hat - from The Secret Portal Part One (Akash POV)

I turned to Carla. “Hey,” I said lamely. “Hey,” she said, smiling. “It’s nice to see them get along.” “For sure,” I agreed. “I’m glad we have y’all on the team now.” Carla smiled, but something caught her eye. “What’s that on your hat?” “Huh? Oh.” I took off my hat—I’m so stupid now I have hat hair—so she could see the logo. “It’s, uh, a baseball cap.”

[just-sarah--things]

Alex and Henry fic prompt:

Henry references having shagged other famous boys. Once he’s been publicly outed the press and fan accounts become pretty convinced he was once secretively involved with a pop star and some of his most famous songs about love, heartbreak and sex were inspired by Henry. Alex gets self conscious listening to the old songs that are more explicit about what people assume is Henry’s body and sex life thinking that this pop star was a better lover than Alex himself because Henry is the only man he’s really been with. Alex says Henry is the best sex he’s ever had but isn’t sure if the same is true for Henry with him

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“Once unsuccessfully” These words have been floating around Alex’s head since the moment Henry had said them, and now Alex was finally ready to find out who.

“Hen, just tell me already.” Alex begs “Does it really matter Alex?” “No” he huffs “But I am curious” Alex looks at Henry with a big grin. This gets Henry to look up from his book, “Alex all that matters is that I love you and you are my life now.” “What if I guess.” Alex proposes Henry rolls his eyes and returns to his book “Sam Smith” “Robbie Williams” “Tom Daley” “James Blunt” “Lewis Gibson” Henry keeps his eyes focused on his book but continues to shake his head no that is until “Harry Styles” Henry Looks up and is frozen in place, he can’t believe that Alex actually started guessing and guessing correctly nonetheless. “No Fucking way” Alex mutters “It doesn't really matter Alex.” Henry States returning to his book. They spend the rest of the night lazing around the brownstone. Henry reading away and Alex trying to study but his mind can only focus on one thing. His Henry with Harry Styles. The next morning Alex wakes up earlier than Henry and decides he needs a run to clear his head. He mindlessly scrolls through Spotify to listen to during his run. His thumb lingers over the “This is Harry Styles” Playlist he hits shuffle and starts his run. He listens to the first couple songs without really thinking about it, that is until the song Golden starts playing . And when the lyric “I know that you're scared because hearts get broken”  blares through his airpods. He knows this is about his Henry, or should he say Harry’s Henry. Alex shakes this thought and continues to run. Before he knows it he is listening to the lyrics again and hears the song Kiwi and can’t help but think about Henry and the lyric “and all the boys saying they were into such a pretty face on a pretty neck… hard candy dripping on me till my feet are wet, and now he’s all over me…” and the next song that plays only makes Alex more self conscious about his performances in bed. Only Angel is now playing and he can only Imagine Mr. Styles writing the lyric “That he's gonna be an angel, just you wait and see

When it turns out he's a devil in between the sheets And there's nothing he can do about it.” Alex has had it with this Harry Styles Bullshit. He is running as fast as  he can back to the brownstone. Just as he is coming up the walkway to the house one last song catches his attention. Falling now floats softly through his ears as he takes a seat on the front stoop. The opening lyric stops him dead in his tracks. “I'm in my bed, And you're not here, And there's no one to blame but the drink in my wandering hands.” And in that instant Alex realizes that Mr. Styles cheated on Henry, Sweet Perfect Loving Henry, his Henry. And while some of his insecurities slip away because he knows he will never want anyone but Henry and if he did change his mind he would never in a million years think about cheating on him. When Alex walks in he sees Henry is up, already reading his book and sipping on some tea. Alex gives him a kiss on the head and mutters something about running to clear his head and that he needs to shower. Henry decides not to ask to join him and just nods in agreement knowing he will be back soon. Soon turns into ten minutes, then twenty, then thirty, forty five and at the Hour mark Henry goes to investigate. When he walks in the bedroom he sees Alex blankly staring at the ceiling and dried tears on his cheeks, and he knows something is bothering Alex but he isn't sure how to breach the subject. At first he leans in the doorway fiddling with his ring just waiting to see if Alex will notice his presence. When he doesn't Henry clears his voice and Alex is startled to see him there. Alex is Confused all over again. How can someone as wonderful as Henry go from being with (dating? he wonders) Harry Styles to just Alex plain old Alex. 

“Hi” Henry finally mutters, breaking the silence between each of them. 

“I think we need to talk,” Henry says. Alex just nods because what can he say. How can he compete with him?“I have a feeling I know what's on your mind but, can you please let me in that beautiful head of yours?” “How are you even satisfied with me? I hardly knew who I was when our relationship started let alone know what I was doing in our bedroom. How can I compete with someone who called you a devil in the sheets. How do you want plain old Alex when you can have a world famous pop sensation or anyone for that matter.” “Oh Alex, You are not just some plain old Alex. You are Alex Clairmont-Diaz, a mouthful, but you are mine and I wouldn’t change a thing.” “But-” Alex starts “No buts, I am flattered you think those songs are about me, and maybe they are but I only know for a fact that one of them is.” “Is it-” “I walked in on him, he was with someone else.” Henry finishes “Baby, I am so sorry.” “That’s what makes you more than just Alex, you have honesty, honor, and integrity. And to me that means more than what any super star can provide. Plus you are the best I’ve ever been with.” “How so?” Alex questions “It's different when you are with someone you love and someone that loves you back.”

[inawearyworld]

here’s wren’s playlist (for now)!! it’ll certainly be added upon over time, but it’s meant to be in chronological order of the story

• special girl-dodie; baby, i’m a funny thing; i’m walking if it doesn’t sting

• green finch and linnet bird-stephen sondheim; is it for wages, singing to be sold? have you decided it’s safer in cages, singing when you’re told?

• how do you see-blake rouse; all the saints and the sinners think alike while it is right. while there’s for-profit in my veins, changing my name

• eat your young-hozier; there is ground to break, whatever’s still to come

• money, money, money-abba; must be funny in the rich man’s world

• wicked game-chris isaak; what a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you

• fragile-laufey; now i sit around and rust in rain, turn into dust as i just wait

• sugarblind-king mala; i’ll ask for forgiveness in the morning, sink my teeth into this tender moment

• glitter and be gay-leonard bernstein; observe how bravely i conceal the dreadful, dreadful shame i feel

• starmaker-bruce roberts and carol bayer sager; here stands everything i thought i made. it’s the only life i’ve known, and i can’t even call it my own. i got no home, i belong to you, my starmaker

• the man-taylor swift; when everyone believes ya, what’s that like?

• you’re so vain-carly simon; you had one eye in the mirror as you watched yourself gavotte

• crazy-gnarls barkley; who do you think you are? bless your soul, you really think you’re in control

• candy-robbie williams; either a little too loud or a little too close, got a hurricane in the back of her throat

• rainbow-dodie; oh, how can i be proud of what a million people shout at me?

• green flash sunset-noah floresch; there’s a moment in the sunset when the sky fills up with green. i don’t think i’ve ever seen it, but i still believe

• candyman-christina aguilera; there’s nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm

• this side of paradise-coyote theory; underneath the pale moonlight, dreaming of a circus life, carousels and ferris heights, i’ll be yours if you’ll be mine

• never enough-pasek and paul; you set off a dream in me, getting louder now. can you hear it echoing?

• what love will do to you-laufey; the world feels smaller, yet the trees look taller. there’s enchantment in the air

• you make me feel so young-frank sinatra; you make me feel there are songs to be sung, bells to be rung, a wonderful fling to be flung

• lovelight-abba; and the traffic seemed to get a little lighter. when you came into my life, it all got so much brighter

• life is good-the hunts; i never thought i could shake this heartache until i saw your light

• new romantics-taylor swift; we are too busy dancing to get knocked off our feet. baby, we’re the new romantics; the best people in life are free

• meadowlark-stephen schwartz; before my past once again can blind me, fly away

• i knew you were trouble-taylor swift; flew me to places i’d never been till you put me down

• not strong enough-boygenius; always an angel, never a god. i don’t know why i am the way i am; there’s something in the static, i think i’ve been having revelations

• get back to love-bianca gisselle; but i’ll still pray for you, ‘cause i won’t stoop as low as you

• goddess-laufey; you took me for a fool. you stole my youth. you wanted this so much. you watched me rise, then killed my light, and now you know i’m not your fucking goddess

• lose you to love me-selena gomez; you promised the world, and i fell for it. i put you first and you adored it: set fire to my forest and you let it burn, sang off-key in my chorus ‘cause it wasn’t yours

• who we are-hozier; darling, we sacrificed, we gave our time to something undefined

• i love it-icona pop; you’re on a different road, i’m in the milky way

• clean-taylor swift; when i was drowning, that’s when i could finally breathe. and, by morning, gone was any trace of you

• vienna-billy joel; cause you know that, when the truth gets told, that you can get what you want or you can just get old

• audition (the fools who dream)-pasek and paul; so bring on the rebels, the ripples from pebbles, the painters and poets and plays

• i hear a symphony-cody fry; perfection is so quick to bore. you are more beautiful by far

• songbird-fleetwood mac; and the songbirds keep singing like they know the score

• don’t be shy-cat stevens; love is where all of us belong

• waltz for sweatpants-cody fry; just a little peculiar, maybe more than a little, but life’s far too fleeting for us not to be who we are

[bewilderedsblog]

Introducing…ROBBIE! (Usually goes by as Robin)

Here’s his lore doc

(Art was by someone via discord comission)

Extra info:

He possesses lolbit (explanation is in the next post if this blows up like how Markus did)

He’s Evans best friend! Though in gym class he and Fritz make the perfect dodge ball duo.

His family lives in an trailer-ish house.

Ref:

He sprays cinnamon on cheese pizza much to Evan’s disgust

His family has to split tv time since they only have on tv . So when his time is up Robin listens to radio podcast in his room, usually ones telling stories or conspiracy theories. (He believes 93% of them)

Other than hating he’s an only child robins is quite literally just happy to be who he is.

Relationships:

Evan: when he and his family first moved in Robin met him while exploring the neighborhood. For a few days they didn’t interact much but when Robin heard Evan’s dad owned fredbears (which for what he knew as an arcade) he immediately started asking Evan questions thinking he was the coolest kid around. Eventually, due to Robin constantly picking to hang out with Evan they grew closer as friends. (Robin is possibly the only person other than Elizabeth to think Evan is cool)

Michael: he doesn’t like him. He’s mean to Evan and sometimes insults Robin for defending him, but Robin gets payback for Evan by prancing Micheal. Mike sees Robin more as an annoyance if anything.

William: William thinks Robin is very uhh���well…Dumb. (He isn’t completely wrong) A son from a family of hippies? Hanging with his son whose father is a successful buisness owner?? He doesn’t see Robin as a good influence AT ALL. Especially given how Robin pulls pranks on his other two children and his customers from time to time. (Robin dosent know William hates him. In fact he thinks William enjoys his company)

Elizabeth: he does not want her doing his hair again. But other than forced makeovers and tea parties , he sees her as someone who can get him out of trouble when he pushes mikes buttons too much.

Fritz: they met in gym class when they were the only ones left on the team during a game of dodgeball. The two used their lack of common sense and more of their sporty skills to win the round for a piece of candy. The other teams can never beat these two when they’re paired. Fritz has his own friend group but is very welcoming to Robin.

Henry: Robin and Evan reminds him of how he and William were when they were younger.

Cassidy: he pranked her in 5th grade during recess, She’s held a grudge…

HIS CREATION:

I made robin around 2019-early 2020 on Roblox. People were doing afton family rp and I wanted to join as an original character, so I made my avatar look like a kid and named him “Robin” (name based off of some Lego character I saw in a show on Cartoon Network) I liked this Robin character so much that I made a picrew of him and did some gacha club stuff with the picrew used as reference. Eventually I redesigned him and some friends drew him, he’s went through so many backstory changes over the years but this is the one that’s prevents sticking.

FINALE NOTE: He is no way based off of Gregory despite the similar appearance and personality. I’ve made him long before Gregory’s concept was a thing so I just wanna point that out.

Refs:

[slytherinboysappreciation]

22 and 23 for the song asks please<3

22. Three songs you listen to when you’re sad

Romantic Homicide by d4vd

Juliet by Cavetown

Treehouse by Alex G

(I have cried to all of these before 🥲)

23. Three songs that never fail to pump you up

Paper rings by Taylor Swift

Candy by Robbie Williams

Witches by Good Kid

(I LOVE peppy music. I have a whole playlist dedicated to peppy dancing music)

[castleprairiehq]

TIFFANY TIPTON & DALLAS ROSE have made it to Castle Prairie! and we are so excited to have them here. Please send in your accounts within 24 hours; be sure to check out the welcome checklist. We’re so excited you joined us, welcome to Castle Prairie! LILY COLLINS & FROY GUTIERREZ are now taken!

﹛ lily collins | thirty | cis-woman﹜  welcome to castle prairie, TIFFANY TIPTON! just to make sure, you go by SHE/HER, right? ok, great. i just have a few questions for you before i can let you go: how would people describe you? EFFERVESCENT + MATERIALISTIC how long have you been here for? ONE WEEK. what’s your current occupation? EX- SOCIALITE . what part of town do you live in again? FAIRVIEW. thanks for reminding me! lastly, this is a bit of a random question but - what’s your favorite song? CANDY by ROBBIE WILLIAMS. & that’s all we have for you, see you around!  /  mars, 25, she/they, est

﹛ froy gutierrez | twenty-three | cis-man﹜  welcome to castle prairie, DALLAS ROSE! just to make sure, you go by HE/HIM, right? ok, great. i just have a few questions for you before i can let you go: how would people describe you? GENEROUS + GULLIBLE how long have you been here for? THEIR WHOLE LIFE. what’s your current occupation? MECHANIC. what part of town do you live in again? SADDLE GROVE. thanks for reminding me! lastly, this is a bit of a random question but - what’s your favorite song? THE JOKER by STEVE MILLER BAND. & that’s all we have for you, see you around!  /   mars, 25, she/they, est

[movedto-mrs-bluemarine]

📸🎵 and📝 please

EEEE going all Weather for this one

📸 - look boss I have no idea how to make a moodboard. Enjoy these pictures I slapped together through PicsArt

🎵 - THIS WAS HARD BECAUSE THERE'S A LOT OF MUSIC BUT NONE THAT I CAN REMEMBER!!!

Summer Girl (obvious choice)

Seven Days in Sunny June (both by Jamiroquai I'm not sorry) I have a fic I most definitely will not finish before his birthday using this song but I'd like to

Candy by Robbie Williams. IT'S A CUTE SONG!! The tempo and lyrics kind of make me think of how Wes sees Jay Kay

📝 - seen below is a forgotten vampire au I was OBSESSED WITH a couple months ago. I really need to rewrite it better but this is all I got 💀

[dorawinifredread]

I stopped to get coffee before work and when I was up at the window waiting for my drink they started playing Candy by Robbie Williams

Then they accidentally gave me a blended drink when I ordered an iced drink so I got the blended one for free

So it looks like today is going to be a pretty good day!

[anaalnathrakhs]

13, 18, 41, 71, 97 for the unusual asks? :3

thank you beloved <3

13. any siblings?

nope! only child, to my equal dismay and relief

18. favorite tv show?

technically it's mlp:fim, for the sheer amount of time in my life that has been in some way related to it, because it's a damn good show and my first taste of fandom and yadda yadda yadda

but i feel like this is cheating since i've almost never watched an episode on actual tv

so if we're going by that metric and bypassing every tv show i have watched on my puter on a on-demand basis, my favorite tv show is law&order: svu. when my internet used to cut out around 11pm/midnight, i'd have nothing to do at night but watch tv so i had my path fucking memorized, and it always started by more or less three episodes of law&order that i'd catch in the middle and follow until they changed programs around 2 or 3 am. my favorite part of the evening because i love me a good copaganda crime drama. my favorite main character is the blonde lady with a gambling problem in the mid-to-late seasons i think.

off-topic but yeah, i liked this one

41. top 10 favorite songs

i'm going to forget too many of them oh god

uh

in no particular order

Come on Eileen - cover by Save Ferris cause i decided a few years ago that instead of hesitating when someone asks me my favorite songs i'd just say this one, because even if it might not be my forever number one favorite i still really love it (yes it's because of captain hoers

How We Kill Starts - by Shaka Ponk upbeat

Candy - by Robbie Williams also upbeat

Forward! - by Anaal Nathrakh listen despite it being my url i have to admit i don't listen to that much anaal nathrakh. but. this song. this song is so good.

Demon Speeding - by Rob Zombie because of course

Rattlesnake Shake - by Motley Crue because it's basically horny circus music and that's right up my alley

Six Shooter - by Coyote Kisses yeehaw

The Devil You Know - by Blues Saraceno yeehawx2 (honestly i really like most of the Blues Saraceno songs I've heard so this counts as a double entry for Devils Got You Beat, Skin 'Em Up, Kicking and Screaming, etc)

Legendary Enchanted Jetpack - specifically the Sozos version listen. i am boycotting their new releases, i stand by that. but that specific cover of this specific song............ speaks to my soul. with all the respect i have for winkler's vocals, legendary enchanted jetpack specifically was fucking made for sozos it's unreal.

Armata Strigoi - by Powerwolf but it's so difficult to pick, they have so many insane songs that i listen to all the time, i almost picked The Evil Made Me Do It, i almost picked We Drink Your Blood, i almost picked Incense and Iron, i almost picked Venom of Venus, i almost picked Mother Mary is a Bird of Prey, i almost picked Nighttime Rebel, i'm totally cheating the "10 songs" rule...

special mentions to La Danse de l'Ankou, Monster, Mr. Torture, Hypa Hypa, All Dolled Up, Disease, Metal Health (Bang Your Head), and i'll stop there before i reach ten as well

i eat through a lot of music every day even though i tend to replay the same songs so...

71. tea or coffee?

so this is embarrassing but i've never really drank coffee

i've been theoretically meaning to try but if it does make me hyper god knows i don't need to be hyper, and i'm a bit afraid of whatever it might say about my hypothetical adhd so.

but so far, i've hated every actual tea i've tasted (which isn't a lot, i'm sure if i tried some real, proper arabic mint tea it'd be a lot better, but kitchen tisanes are a no for me), and i like coffee-flavored and other caffeinated things, so i know which i'm betting on.

97. dark, milk, or white chocolate?

milk chocolate, obviously

i don't mind dark tbh, even the high percentage bitter ones i've tasted for the sake of the experience, but i'll pick milk over it any day, and i'll pick no chocolate at all over white chocolate any day as well

[knightmikaza]

Ah well… I was hoping the day I worked up the courage to make my first post would be something important but I *am* contractually obligated so here we go…

Trouble By Avicii,

American Pie by Don McLean,

Ballad of the Windfish by ROZEN,

Blame it on Me by George Ezra,

Candy Robbie Williams

California Dreamin’ The Mamas & The Papas

Centerfold by The J. Geils Band

Daddy’s Home by JTMusic

Don’t Stop Believing by Journey

Family Affair Mary J. Blige

Feeling Good by Avicii

The Fine Print by The Stupendium

Girls just Wanna Have Fun, Cyndi Laurier

Gold Digger Kanye West

Harlem New Politics

Industry Baby Lil Nas X

It is what it is Jamie Miller

I Took a Pill in Ibiza Mike Posner SEEB Remix

Junkrat VS Demoman by JT Music

Leave Before you Love me by Marshmello, Jonas Brothers

Le Festin by Camille, Michael Giacchino

Livin on a Prayer Bon Jovi

Mr. Bones Kroh

Not Even Halfway Up JT Music

Pork Soda Glass Animals

THOT Shit by Megan Thee Stallion

You should probably Leave by Chris Stapleton

Hope your Happy Now by Carly Pierce, Lee Brice

Side note - Anything and everything by Avicii and JT Music, they are wonderful

Hey eyeone! I want to know what your favorite songs are, if you see this post you are CONTRACTUALLY OBLIGATED to reblog with at least 1 song you have listened to and enjoyed but if you have more you'd like to share then go ahead! Also tag your friends!

I'll start, I'm going to list 5 of my favorite songs

Dr Sunshine Is Dead by Will Wood

134340 Pluto by Cojum Dip

Vulture by Bear ghost

Dear John by I monster

And finally: playing places: Oceans by Cosmo Sheldrake

Here's the people I want to tag

@f4y3w00d5 @ashen-the-tiefling @terrencetheshark14 @underpaid-guard @blacktipreefsharkwizard @the-gnomish-bastard @thatgayforkcrow @lixorloveslicorice @yourlocalbreadenthusiast @agentldiddy @aileaxthevoidien @slutty-wizard-council @monsterfucker-research-wizard and anyone else who wants to play!!!

[rbcclndr]

not me on my next song obsession 😳

[randomvarious]

Today’s compilation:

Just the Best 4/2000 2000 Pop / Eurodance / House / Europop / Pop-Rap / R&B / Alternative Rock / Downtempo / Hard Rock / Indie Rock / Pop-Punk / Trance / Progressive Trance / Latin / Novelty / UK Garage / Britpop

God, do I really love going through these Now That's What I Call Music-type comps from Europe. Late 90s/early 2000s releases like these always make for such fun, eclectic trips down memory lane, but from the perspective of a different region of the world. Our top 40 charts in America share a lot in common with other places, and that leads to a nice nostalgia rush for everyone involved, but there's also a lot of music we don't share in common at all. So the goal when listening to these ephemeral things is to get some of that good nostalgia, discover a few sweet tracks that you weren’t previously familiar with, and then hopefully find something so patently absurd and terrible that you can't help but smile at how ridiculous it is. And fortunately, I was able to tick all three of those boxes with this 26th dispatch from Germany's Just the Best series, although those latter two categories ended up being fulfilled to a much lesser extent.

So, first, the nostalgia: those Swedish-produced teen pop acts like Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, and 'N SYNC lead the way. There was a time in my life when I loved those songs, then a time in my life when I hated them, and now I'm back to loving them again, and not even really from a nostalgic standpoint. The production on so many of those tunes is actually genuinely fantastic; just so lush and so intricate. Go back and listen to them if you still need convincing. Max Martin and his Swedish disciples were spinning pop gold back then, and many of us turned up our noses at it, but I've been a total convert for a while now, so join me, won't you?

More nostalgia: America slept super hard on Craig David. "Fill Me In" is his most remembered song, and I don't even think it's really all *that* remembered. And even more forgotten was "7 Days." It was a top-ten hit on Billboard's Hot 100, but I feel like most Americans aren't even aware that it exists. This British dude could've been our R&B king and it's kind of inexplicable to me that he wasn't. Amazing voice and great, unique productions.

Also, did you know that catchy song "Around the World (La La La La La)" by German group ATC is an English-language ripoff cover of a Russian Eurodance song from 1998 called "Pesenka" by Ruki Vverh!? Now you do!

Plus, we've also got "Jumpin', Jumpin'" by Destiny's Child on here, "Porcelain" by Moby—possibly the greatest single off of an amazing album that was chock full of pretty much nothing but great singles—and the post-Britpop bop, "Dancing in the Moonlight" by Toploader, a song with a very early 2010s kind of vibe that actually came out in '99.

Now for the sweet tunes I'd never heard before as well as the so-bad-it's-good stuff. First is this song that kind of sits between both categories: an irresistible cotton candy fluff of Euro-cheer from Austria's Marque called "Electronic Lady" that blends 80s new wave/synthpop and Euro-disco vibes and kind of sounds like if Robbie Williams was channeling some kind of ABBA phase, but with an extra coating of sugar (🎶Just press "Yes" and I'll be on your screeeeeeeeen!🎶). And then there's this piece of Eurodance trash by this German guy called Kosmonova, who lays these big indigenous flute melodies over a pumping Euro-backbeat. A solid dose of purely bad and silly fun with that one.

Always an enjoyable ride with these compilations. Was hoping for a little bit more of that mindless Eurotrash absurdity, but there's still a good nostalgia rush to be had here anyway. Plus that Marque song is a total fucking pop music bop!

Highlights:

CD1:

Britney Spears - "Lucky" ATC - "Around the World (La La La La La)" Craig David - "7 Days" Christina Aguilera - "Come on Over Baby (All I Want Is You)" Marque - "Electronic Lady" 'N SYNC - "It's Gonna Be Me" Moby - "Porcelain" Toploader - "Dancing in the Moonlight"

CD2:

Kosmonova - "Discover the World" DJ Ötzi - "Hey Baby" Destiny's Child - "Jumpin', Jumpin'"