#but if anyone wants to talk about any lyrics of the songs i put feel glad to message me!!

[moondarina]

hand in unlovable hand,

a soukoku playlist

╰┈➤ + some lyrics that remind me of them

I'm your man - Mitski

"You're an angel, I'm a dog

Or you're a dog and I'm your man

You believe me like a God

I destroy you like I am"

Cold Love - Rainbow Kitten Surprise

"It's second nature to love you, it's first to die

And we were killed upon waking, killed upon waking to the life

We weren't prepared to live but rebelled to realize

We were killed upon the pavement, Bonnie we're immortalized in"

If You Can't Live Without Me, Why Aren't You Dead Yet? - Mayday Parade

"When you hear this chorus

Do you miss the way the world was spinning for us?

Do you hurt the way that I do?

After all this time you leave me broken

This song is every word I left unspoken

When you hear this, girl, I'm hoping that you think of us

That you think of us"

Every You Every Me - Placebo

"Like the naked leads the blind

I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind

Sucker love I always find

Someone to bruise and leave behind

All alone in space and time

There's nothing here but what here's mine

Something borrowed, something blue

Every me and every you"

Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want - Deftones

"Haven't had a dream in a long time

See, the life I've had

Can make a good man bad

So for once in my life

Let me get what I want

Lord knows, it would be the first time"

Out Of The Black - Royal Blood

"You made a fool out of me

And took the skin off my back running

So don't breathe when I talk

'Cause you haven't been spoken to

I got a gun for my mouth

And a bullet with your name on it

But a trigger for a heart

Bleeding blood from an empty pocket"

Black Sheep - Metric

"Hello again, friend of a friend, I knew you when

Our common goal was waiting for the world to end

Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend

You crack the whip, shape-shift and trick the past again"

The Chain - Fleetwood Mac

"And if you don't love me now

You will never love me again

I can still hear you saying

You would never break the chain"

Francesa - Hozier

"My life was a storm, since I was born

How could I fear any hurricane?

If someone asked me at the end

I'll tell them put me back in it

Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah

If I could hold you for a minute

Darling, I'd go through it again,"

Kiss With a Fist - Florence + The Machine

"I broke your jaw once before

I spilled your blood upon the floor

You broke my leg in return

So sit back and watch the bed burn

Love sticks, sweat drips

Break the lock if it don't fit"

Tongues & Teeth - The Crane Wives

"I've grown a mouth so sharp and cruel

It's all that I can give to you, my dear

And when you come in quick to steal a kiss

My teeth will only cut your lips, my dear"

Night Shift - Lucy Dacus

"Am I a masochist, resisting urges to punch you in the teeth

Call you a bitch and leave?

Why did I come here? To sit and watch you stare at your feet?

What was the plan? Absolve your guilt and shake hands?

I feel no need to forgive but I might as well

But let me kiss your lips so I know how it felt

Pay for my coffee and leave before the sun goes down

Walk for hours in the dark feeling all hell"

Decode - Paramore

"The truth is hiding in your eyes

And it's hanging on your tongue

Just boiling in my blood

But you think that I can't see

What kind of man that you are

If you're a man at all

Well, I will figure this one out on my own"

Landfill - Daughter

"Well this is torturous

Electricity between both of us

And this is dangerous

'Cause I want you so much

But I hate your guts"

Romantic Homicide - d4vd

"In the back of my mind

You died

And I didn't even cry

No, not a single tear

And I'm sick of waiting patiently for someone that won't even arrive"

You Get Me So High - The Neighbourhood

"If you can just let me know if it's okay

To call you when I'm lonely"

Snap Out Of It - Arctic Monkeys

"Forever isn't for everyone

Is forever for you?"

The Other Side of Paradise - Glass Animals

"Bye bye baby blue

I wish you could see the wicked truth

Caught up in a rush, it's killing you

Screaming at the sun, you blow into

Curled up in a grip when we were us

Fingers in a fist like you might run

I settle for a ghost I never knew

Superparadise I held on to

But I settle for a ghost"

$TING - The Neighbourhood

"If you were human

If you were who I assumed you were

You wouldn't have done this"

Eventually - Tame Impala

"Wish I could turn you back into a stranger

'Cause if I was never in your life

You wouldn't have to change it"

Do Me a Favour - Arctic Monkeys

"It's the beginning of the end

The car went up the hill and disappeared around the bend

Ask anyone, they'll tell you

That it's these times that it tends

To start to break in half, to start to fall apart

Hold on to your heart"

505 - Arctic Monkeys

"But I crumble completely when you cry

It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye

I'm always just about to go and spoil the surprise

Take my hands off of your eyes too soon"

I Only Lie When I Love You - Royal Blood

"I only lie when I love you

I only crawl when I hit the ground

You only cry when I love you

I only lie when I make a sound"

Vampire Empire - Big Thief

"Well, I walked into your dagger for the last time

It's like trying to start a fire with matches in the snow

Where you can't seem to hold me, can't seem to let me go

So I can't find surrender and I can't keep control"

Neon Roses - The Technicolors

"But I still can't find a malice

It's a thrill slow shot reaction

But I never knew you at all"

Vampire - Olivia Rodrigo

"I've made some real big mistakes

But you make the worst one look fine

I should've known it was strange

You only come out at night

I used to think I was smart

But you've made me look so naive

The way you sold me for parts

As you sunk your teeth into me,"

Youngblood - 5 Seconds of Summer

"You push and you push and I'm pulling away

Pulling away from you

I give and I give and I give and you take

Give and you take"

Do I Wanna Know - Arctic Monkeys

"Crawling back to you

Ever thought of calling when you've had a few?

'Cause I always do

Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new"

[secondpersonpoetry]

hi! heard the released “Merry Christmas, Please Don’t Call” (which i’ve seen you’ve heard live, if i’m not mistaken!!) this morning and i don’t know if there’s really a particular vibe/dynamic/ship hrpf-wise (personally haven’t yet been able to put my finger on it) that quite relates but the lyrics have been rotating in my head all day and i was wondering if you had any thoughts? hope you have a good one! <3

OH ANON HAVE I EVER SEEN IT LIVE!!! and the second that song came out i zoomed it straight into my fic playlist and unfortunately there are so many guys this could be. right now the one that's resonating is, of course, the golden boy and his haunted ghost themselves: mcstrome.

i am thinking about connor, specifically, after the stanley cup final. that game seven. how angry he was, how loud the silence when they told him he won the conn smythe. how close he's come before and again and again lost. there's nobody else to blame but himself. he's in the empty room and he knows why (1)

at!! your best!!! you were magic!!! oh, golden boy. connor the anointed, of course. at the very beginning of his career we always knew he was something special and who wouldn't have fallen in love with him? weren't all of us a little bit dylan strome in awe of the generational talent? we were all bathed in radiant light just by being in the vicinity (2)

don't even tell 'em that you know me breaks my heart (3). in terms of building a narrative i think i've said before there is a universe where connor/dylan were together before the draft and to protect both of them, dylan breaks up with him. connor says i love you and dylan says i don't. because he doesn't, you know? he loved connor. he loved davo. he can't be in love with connor mcdavid, first overall pick of the edmonton oilers. i'd rather be hurt forever than have to watch us try to make this work and destroy us.

and after connor mcdavid left the otters, dylan strome captained them to a memorial cup win. what a haunted home, eh? to be captain of the team you and your best friend were on, only now he's left you? don't call me to tell me about your rookie season with the oilers--we both know about your broken collarbone. don't call me to tell about becoming the youngest captain in franchise history when i stepped into the shoes of your captaincy here. don't call me. (4)

narratively: dylan's the one who broke connor's heart and his own but by god it wasn't easy. we both know what happened, you went first overall. please don't make this harder on me. please don't call.

this verse can be about the weight of dylan having to live up to connor's standards and always being measured by him. i would just like to bring up the connor stepping stone chart for absolutely no reason as well (5)

we are, at long last, at the potential future of now: dylan strome, happy, smiling, thriving on the washington capitals. connor, on the oilers. i'm not yours, dylan can say. haven't been for a long time. it took some time but i made this. please don't call and ruin this for me, stay out of my life. i don't want you or need you (6)

[p.s. this took a while because when i received this ask i was a) immediately possessed to write this verse by verse breakdown i had never thought of before and then b) immediately plagued by the idea of making you a little graphic (above the read more) and finally got to do it after banging out all the actual lyric thoughts two (?) weeks ago. emerging two and a half hours later from the fugue state of GIMP with 37 layers in this bad boy hope you enjoy!!!]

[ghettogirly]

how do you think armando would react if he is in love with the reader, but she shows no sign of feeling the same way, (he's so devoted when it comes to the reader) And he'd like to know if she feels the same as him, I wish it would end in a passionate way (you know what I mean) 🔥

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 .

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-> synopsis: Armando was obsessed with everything about you. Yet, you never showed him the same energy back. Until one night.

-> theme: one sided love, smut.

-> format: drabble + story?

-> warning: hardcore smut, slight mention of dacryphillia, armando is a little rough and cocky asf, mature language, mention of guns, mention of alcohol, he does not understand the meaning of personal space, i think if he wants something he’ll go after it!

-> authors note: 2 updates back to backkk! thanks for requesting! Hope you enjoy it! 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃!

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[🕷️] 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:

᯾ Ever since he first noticed you when meeting the team, it was love at first sight for him.

᯾ He would definitely show how much he’s obsessed with you in implicit ways, not fully going for you as that’s not his personality.

᯾ Would definitely prefer to do things that make you notice him, however, he could chase you if he wanted to.

᯾ He would definitely stare at you in the locker room or on the plane, on the way to whatever location you guys are needed.

᯾ His eyes would start at your legs before slowly glancing up to your lips.

᯾ You already know he’s a playboy just like his dad.

᯾ However, regardless of his obvious interest in you, the feelings wouldn’t be reciprocated.

᯾ Nevertheless, he wouldn’t tease you too much on missions. Not loving you enough to the point where he wants his life to be compromised.

᯾ He always has his eye out for you. Need more ammo? he’s got you.

᯾ Need a cover? He’s got you on that too.

᯾ You couldn’t even hate him, skilled in his fighting he was an excellent addition to the team. The way he effortlessly handled any weapon that was given to him, effectively killing anyone in his path. Giving assistance to anyone within the team, you really couldn’t hate him.

᯾ He knew he was good at what he does too.

᯾ And sooner then later, you’d realise he’s good in bed too.

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[🕷️] 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄:

᯾ You hardly talked to him, always avoiding his path.

᯾ Celebratory drinks? On the other side of the table.

᯾ Group talks? You’re never next to him.

𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐎, until you guys saw each other at a club. Neon lights were flashing as people danced and drank excessively. There was you, with two friends, dancing within the crowd. You rolled your hips with the flow of the music, this being an escape from your fast-paced life of being a law enforcement agent.

That was until you saw him, surrounded by men looking like him. Armando’s tan skin and beard being the main thing that stood out. He wore a simple black shirt with tight, slim black jeans. There was a fresh slit in his left eyebrow while his gold cuban chain hung off his neck, slightly longer than shoulder length.

He looked back up, and smirked. Shaking it off, you went back further into the crowd and continued to dance with your friends.

“We’re going to switch it up now, introducing some dancehall! Ladies get ready to whine up yuhself! Men, get ready to catch that whine!!” The DJ shouted over the music before switching up the song.

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 & 𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐂𝐇 - 𝐉.𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢 & 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊.

Cheers and woos erupted in the building, more people coming to the dance floor as ladies bent their legs and arched their backs, ready to whine their life away.

Your friends started whining and dancing, screaming the lyrics as their body began to move with the music as if they were in a trance.

You decided to do the same, letting loose, you began to put your hands on your knees. Whining along to the music by anyone who pressed up behind you. That was until you felt those hands.

Looking up , you noticed Armando holding your hips, a suggestive look on his face as he controlled every circle and buck of your whine. You hated to say it but he was really skilled.

He didn’t even say anything, just focused on you and the music. Slowly pushing your hair on the left side of your face, his hand creeped up to your neck while the other one was still rested on your hip. His touch igniting a flame of zeal within you, the air between the two becoming hot and heavy.

This was forbidden, two co workers were not supposed to have any sexual relations with each other. Yet, you both did not care. Too overcome with lust and desire.

“Volver a casa conmigo..” Armando whispered in your ear, causing a tingle to happen down there.

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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌. Symphonies of groans and moans escaping the two lovers’ lips as they engaged in a heated kiss, fighting each other with their tongue, burning passion radiating off them. The white, satin sheets barely covered the male as he was focused on thrusting into the woman below. His cock pistoned in and out of the woman’s leaking pussy as her legs were up in the air, rocking backwards and forwards as she jolted up and down due to the roughness of her lover’s actions. Her wetness causing a thin coating on his dick.

“Te sientes tan bien amor..” Armando whispered, gently biting on the woman’s earlobe as she moaned in his ear, hypnotised by the feeling of his thick clock filling her up.

The male noticed and withdrew from her earlobe, still continuing the same pace as he held onto her hips but instead he could see the pleasure in her face. Tears of pleasure slowly slid down your face, to the point where you tried to push the male back, to no avail. “You got to take it mamí.”

“It feels too good.. i can’t.”

“Oh yes you can.” Armando grunted. Randomly flipping you over, your face was roughly met with the pillow. The man then started pounding with even more passion as you gasped and whined underneath him. “Just like that Armando..”

Your little comments turned him on more, feeling the reach of his peak coming. Your quiet nature before this now contradicting the lewd activity commencing now. And he loved it. He knew you would eventually come around. “Ah.. ¿Así que tu bonita boca puede hablar?”

Too dazed by the pleasure to understand the sarcasm dripping off his voice, you just nodded. Your hand slowly crawling down to your clit as you rubbed it in desperation. The overstimulation forcing your orgasm to come crashing down before you could even warn him. “Oh my god!”

This caused Armando to absolutely lose it. Your own impulsive decision to coming back to bite you caused him to begin chasing after his own orgasm. Still thrusting while you tried coming down from your own, before pulling out and releasing his seed onto your stomach.

“estás loco.”

“Estoy loco por no amarte antes.”

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[🕷️] 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:

“Volver a casa conmigo” : Come home with me.

“Te sientes tan bien.” You feel so good.

“ ¿Así que tu bonita boca puede hablar?”: So your pretty mouth can speak?

“estás loco.” - You’re crazy.

“Estoy loco por no amarte antes.” - i’m crazy for not loving you sooner.

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[🕷️] 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

@milliumizoomi @thedarkworldofhananerea @5tarlan7 @deadpool15 @wizewhispers @amplifiedmoan @loakswifesworld @sarcasticbitchsblog

[berzahoes]

sing a song for you | tom blyth

summary: reader is on tour with hozier as his opening act and debuts a new song that tom helped write

an: yes this was because i am listening to hozier right now.

tom had taken some time off from doing interviews to finally attend one of your shows, well your opening act since you were on tour with one of your favorite artists, hozier. thankfully the show was near his brooklyn apartment so he didn’t have to drive far. he messaged you a couple of times but he knew you wouldn’t respond since you were busy preparing for the show.

when it was finally time to leave, tom made sure his apartment was locked and drove to the venue. as he parked his car, he quickly texted the cast group chat that he had arrived since rachel, josh and hunter were also attending. rachel texted back saying they were getting merch and that she had bought him one of your shirts.

before he could put his phone away, you called. “hey, i just arrived. rachel, josh and hunter are getting shirts.” he spoke into the phone.

“i could’ve given them free shirts. remind me to send them stuff later. sorry i didn’t text back. i just had the best conversation with beth about fleabag.” beth was your best friend and also your guitarist.

“you will take any opportunity to talk about fleabag and i love it.” tom smiled as he walked to the venue. he saw multiple people wearing homemade and official merchandise with your lyrics or logo and it made him happy.

“so i actually have a really important question.” you said.

“yes, love?”

“remember the song we made when you were filming billy the kid? i talked with the record label and it’s going on the next album,” you continue. “but i want to sing it tonight and the band said it was okay. and i want to ask you permission if it’s okay for me to sing it.”

“love, it’s your song. you don’t have to ask.” tom chuckled.

“yeah, but this song is half you half me. you’re getting writing credits on album, not just the song, tom. you helped a lot.” you reply.

“so does this mean if you win a grammy for the album, i will too?” he teased. “sing our song, i would be honored to hear you sing our song for the first time.”

“i love you.” you said then hung up.

“hello all of you lovely people!” you spoke into the microphone. the crowd cheered, tom being one of the many people that yelled the loudest. “you’ve been such a great crowd that i thought it would be a good time to sing a song that has never been heard by anyone other than me and the love of my life. he’s here tonight by the way along with our friends.”

you could feel yourself blush as tom yelled “i love you!”

“i love you more,” you replied. “he and i wrote this song in a day on the set of his show. thank you for being such a great crowd and i hope you all love this song as much as i loved writing it with my husband.” you smiled. you and tom would often call each other husband and wife even though you weren’t legally married. it was just a habit.

“that’s my wife!” tom yelled. rachel had gotten her phone out to record the performance and, of course, tom’s reaction.

watching the video that you sent me. the one where you’re showering with wet hair dripping

tom was amazed at your talent. he looked around the venue and saw how everyone was so focused on you. he then started to mumble the lyrics. he liked how you two were the only ones who knew the lyrics. it was your special moment. rachel had turned the camera from you to tom and noticed how in love tom looked. it was clear that you and tom were soulmates.

[brigdh]

I want to talk about Izzy's rant to Ed in episode 10, the one that brings out the Kraken. I've seen a lot of different descriptions of what is going on in this scene – death threat, homophobic slurs, etc – and I don't think either of those are what's actually what's happening.

Let's look at it closely, line by line, and the way Ed reacts, from the very beginning of the scene.

Ed: Well, feels nice to tidy up a little. Can't believe I was living like this. Can you, Iz? Izzy? Izzy: I'm going to speak plainly. Ed: Wonderful. You know we share our thoughts on this ship.

Izzy, cont: This, whatever it is that you've become... is a fate worse than death.

Okay. So there we've got what some have interpreted as a death threat. But does Ed seem threatened? He's startled, certainly, put on his back foot – literally – but he doesn't look afraid or alarmed to me. He draws in a slow breath, assessing the situation, but overall seems more confused than frightened.

In fact he laughs it off with his next line:

Izzy then escalates the level of aggression in the conversation:

But Ed, again, looks more confused than anything. Check out that furrowed brow, that head tilt! This is a man going "what is your deal?", not a man thinking "uh-oh, you might kill me!".

Extremely noticeably, even when Izzy storms right up into his face, Ed holds steady. He doesn't run, doesn't lean back, doesn't hunch his shoulders or drop eye contact – there is no vulnerability or defensiveness in Ed's body language at all. Ed is in supreme control of this confrontation – look at the slow way he deigns to turn back to the paper Izzy's holding! As though he's making the point that he chooses when to turn, not Izzy:

Then we have the "homophobic slur". But watch closely:

Ed does not react to "namby-pamby", "silk gown", or "pining" at all. He doesn't even blink. He barely seems like he's hearing Izzy. His entire attention is on the picture.

Ed's body language and behavior changes at one word and one word only, and that is "boyfriend". As soon as Izzy says it, Ed's furious:

(It's even easier to notice when you actually watch the scene instead of using gifs, because Izzy really draws out 'piiiiiiining', putting a lot of time between the first half of the sentence and 'boyfriend'.)

Why is the use of the word 'boyfriend' so important?

Well, what has Ed been doing all episode? He's been crying in a blanket fort and singing sad songs, yes, but he's been keeping a careful level of mystique about why he's doing it. Ed often uses distanced circumlocutions instead of directly acknowledging his emotions, but he's doing it in this episode even more so than usual:

Here are the lyrics to his song:

(Version one, with Lucius) Hanging on By a thread Hanging on Shouldn't let go If I let go, all will fall Fingers bleeding down to the bone now Can't let go Nothing makes sense Hold on Hold on Hold... on

(Version two, performed for the whole crew) Just let go Make yourself let go Make it go away Away, away today Life's a hard sad death And then you're Deaaad

Notice something? There is no mention of Stede, or love, or break-ups, or abandonments, or relationships in general. All Ed discusses is a vague life-sucks attitude, which could apply to basically anyone under any circumstances. He seems pretty okay with people knowing that Blackbeard is having some sort of weird emotional breakdown as long as he convinces himself that no one knows it's specifically from having his heart broken

This is true of everything Ed says and does for this entire episode. He never once even mentions Stede's name, unless "Farewell, Bonnet's playthings" at the very end counts. The only thing Ed openly admits to feeling bad about is a fictional character who's having a hard time "holding on" (holding on to what? he never says). There are no allusions to heartbreak or romance anywhere in his dialogue.

Now, Ed's not stupid. I'm sure he knows Izzy and Lucius and the rest of the crew can connect the dots and realize that something bad happened with Stede, even if Ed doesn't fill them in on the details. But Ed is also traumatized, and has a whole host of coping mechanisms set up to help him avoiding thinking about things that he doesn't want to think about. If he's not a murderer because "technically the fire killed those guys", then no one knows he's heartbroken because technically he hasn't acknowledged it.

Until Izzy says the word 'boyfriend'. Suddenly the secret is out, and Ed can't handle it. Izzy knows his weakness. That's why this word effects Ed more than anything else Izzy says in the whole scene.

At the end of the confrontation, he hears the crew calling for another song. Look at Ed here. He looks as haunted, as disturbed, in this moment as he does at any point in Izzy's rant.

This is an important part of the scene, not just a closing note. Because if Izzy (the Caribbean's most emotionally constipated man) can see through him, obviously the whole crew can too.

Obviously Lucius – who advised Ed on his and Stede's relationship, who played along with Ed's 'fictional character' claim, who wrote down Ed's lyrics – can do so most of all.

There's a direct emotional logic to Ed killing Lucius because he had a fight with Izzy, and it doesn't involve Ed having been threatened or hate crime'd at all. Ed doesn't deal well with his own feelings (from Stede), so he chooses to become Blackbeard/the Kraken and gets rid of all the witnesses who saw otherwise.

[steddieas-shegoes]

congrats on 3000 followers 💫 you deserve it honey!🧡 Also, Chappell Roan has been stuck in my head, so I’m suggesting a lyric of hers for a prompt:

“I could be the one, or your new addiction.”

(Or any lyric from HOT TO GO!)

Thank you! I’m right there with you, Chappell Roan the incredible bitch that you are 👏🏻

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“He’s had one drink and he’s acting like he had a bottle of vodka,” Robin shook her head while she watched Steve dancing with two guys in the middle of the club they’d only been at for an hour.

“He needed to let loose,” Eddie shrugged, looking down at the drink he’d barely taken a sip from.

Robin looked at him, frowned, then looked back to Steve. She desperately needed them to get their shit together, but Steve acting like this definitely wasn’t going to work. It didn’t help that Eddie had been acting moody all day, barely even wanted to come with them.

“And what about you?” She finally asked him. “Are you gonna let loose tonight or keep the stick up your ass until you go to bed?”

Eddie’s head shot up, ready to argue. He didn’t, though. He looked back down at his drink and sighed.

“Not really feeling like letting loose, birdie.”

“Why not?”

Eddie shrugged and stayed silent.

“Did something happen?” She pushed. Even on his moody days, he was still usually capable of putting on a smile for her or the kids.

“No, just me being dumb. Making assumptions,” Eddie snorted. “Should be used to it by now.”

“What assumptions?” The song changed to something even louder and she considered dragging Eddie to the outside seating so they could talk.

“Just thought I was making progress on something and I clearly wasn’t.”

Oh, so it’s about Steve.

Eddie hadn’t really talked to her about his feelings, but she caught on early. She watched the way Eddie prioritized Steve over everyone and everything else, how he smiled when Steve was happy, how his mood shifted when Steve was having a bad day. She’d be worried more about it if she didn’t know that Steve was the exact same way.

They were idiots, both of them.

“What makes you think that?” She took a sip of her drink to seem more casual, but Eddie wasn’t that much of an idiot.

“Pretty obvious where I stand when someone’s leaving his room early in the morning, Robin.”

So he did know Robin knew.

“Someone slept over last night?” Robin didn’t know that. Steve rarely brought people to his apartment he shared with Eddie, and he hadn’t in nearly a year. Robin didn’t even know the last time he showed interest in anyone beyond getting a free drink from them.

“Yeah. She seemed like his type. I’m sure you’ll hear all about it soon.”

Robin squinted back at Steve dancing.

He would have told her by now about bringing someone home. They’d been together all afternoon.

“I don’t think he slept with her,” she finally said.

“Yeah, okay. I’m sure they just cuddled all night.”

Robin rolled her eyes. “It’s not what you think, I’m telling you.”

“Sure.”

She couldn’t do or say anything else, just had to let Eddie brood about not being in Steve’s bed even though he could fix it if he just said something.

She finished her drink and excused herself to join Steve. Maybe he could tell her what was going on.

“Hey dingus,” she yelled as she got closer.

Steve turned and smiled at her, sweat dripping from his forehead. “Robs! Hi!”

“Hey, babe. Did you forget to eat today?”

Steve nodded.

“Thought so. Let’s go get you some water.”

She dragged him to the bar and managed to get the bartender to get him water before anyone else got more drinks. She forced him to drink half of it before they walked back towards the table in the corner Eddie hadn’t moved from.

“Eddie! You should dance with me,” Steve exclaimed as he sat next to Eddie and grabbed his arm.

“Maybe next time, Stevie,” Eddie smiled at him, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Steve was still a little too drunk to notice, but Robin saw it.

“Awww, you never dance with me anymore. I miss you.”

Robin could see how hard it was for Eddie to hold himself together. Every possible emotion was flickering behind his eyes.

“Maybe that girl you had over last night will dance with you,” he finally settled on, which Robin immediately wanted to shove back into his mouth.

Steve sat back and seemed to be trying to figure out what Eddie meant when the beat of his current favorite song came on.

“Oh my god! Eddie! Please dance with me!” Steve clapped his hands and stood from the stool he’d been sitting on.

Eddie looked sad, but also endlessly endeared by Steve’s excitement.

“I could be the one or your new addiction!”

Steve was yelling the lyrics right at Eddie, not realizing how much Eddie was hurting.

Robin was his platonic soulmate and Eddie was on of her best friends. She couldn’t keep watching this.

“Steve, maybe you should get some fresh air,” she grabbed his shoulder and tried to turn him away, but he looked mad.

“No, this is my favorite song.”

“Steve, c’mon. Just for a minute. We can listen to this when we get outside if you want.”

Eddie was looking back down at his drink, biting his lip so hard it looked like it might bleed.

“Only if Eddie goes with me,” Steve folded his arms across his chest and pouted.

“Eddie’s gonna save our table in here,” Robin said.

But surprisingly, Eddie interrupted her by standing up and throwing back the rest of his drink.

“I’ll take him.”

Steve cheered and started singing along again as Eddie and Robin shared a look.

Eddie wrapped an arm around Steve’s waist and guided him towards the back door that led to a small seating area outside. Steve was singing the whole way, but he rested his head against Eddie’s shoulder while they walked.

“Why are you sad tonight?” Steve asked as they made their way to the only available table outside.

“I’m not.”

“Friends don’t lie.”

“I’m not lying,” Eddie lied.

“Then dance with me. I love dancing with you,” Steve didn’t move his head from Eddie’s shoulder even when they sat down.

“I love dancing with you too,” Eddie managed to say before he felt a lump in his throat.

He loved doing everything with Steve, even dancing to pop songs at a club, and it was only hurting him more to keep pretending it was enough.

“I even taught you the dance to that song,” Steve said quieter. “Remember?”

“Yeah,” Eddie smiled to himself, tightening his grip around Steve’s shoulders. “Made me put my hips into it.”

“Because you have nice hips,” Steve sighed.

Eddie could feel his face heating up. Steve wasn’t sober enough, he didn’t know what the hell he was saying.

“I barely have hips at all,” Eddie managed to choke out.

“Not true. I like holding them. They’re perfect.”

Okay, Eddie couldn’t do this. Robin needed to read his mind and come outside and-

“Wanna hold them now.”

“Steve, you’re drunk. You-“

“Can we dance?” Steve interrupted.

“The music isn’t loud out here.”

“I can sing it.”

“We’ll be the only ones dancing.”

Steve tilted his head back and looked at Eddie. “When has that stopped you before?”

“Fine.”

Eddie stood and let Steve hold his hips, almost a slow dance, while Steve started singing the song.

“Baby, do you like this beat, I made it so you’d dance with me.”

Eddie loved when Steve sang. He wasn’t the best, but he had a smooth voice that made Eddie smile, regardless of the song he was singing.

They were swaying like it was a slow song, but the vibrations of the bass line coming through the walls of the club made it obvious it wasn’t meant to be.

“I didn’t sleep with her,” Steve said after he went through the chorus once.

“Okay.”

Steve looked frustrated. “Some guy was trying to take her back to his place and he wouldn’t take no for an answer so I let her Uber back with me and she ended up just spending the night. Nothing happened.”

“That’s…fine. I don’t need to hear about it,” Eddie knew he sounded rude, but he truly couldn’t make it through the night if Steve gave a play by play of getting cozy with someone else.

“I don’t ever want anything to happen with anyone but you.”

Eddie stopped swaying. He was pretty sure the music stopped inside. No one else existed except for them.

“What?” He finally squeaked out.

Steve was looking at him like he was the sun.

“No matter who I dance with or flirt with or hang out with, you’re the only one who matters. It’s just you, Eds.”

He was drunk, but drunk Steve never lied. Eddie knew that for a fact. He’d said some harsh truths before when he had more whiskey than he should’ve.

“I don’t understand.”

Steve searched his eyes and bit his lip, like he was considering what to say.

But then his lips were on Eddie’s, soft, cautious.

He was holding back.

Eddie didn’t want him to.

Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist and pulled him forward so their chests were flush against each other, tongue licking along Steve’s bottom lip to deepen the kiss.

Steve allowed it, moaning as he let Eddie hold most of his weight.

Before they could get too carried away in public, Eddie pulled away to catch his breath and try to get his heart to slow before he passed out.

“Steve, this can’t just be a fun thing. This is…this is everything to me. You’re everything to me.”

Steve nodded, eyes never leaving Eddie’s. “I know. You’re maybe the love of my life. I’m drunk but I know how I feel. Felt that way for years.”

Years?

“Years? And you just now decided to say something?” Eddie wasn’t looking forward to Robin’s ‘I told you so.’

“Couldn’t. Didn’t wanna scare you away.”

“There’s no fucking way you’d ever do that. I’ve been yours for three years whether you knew it or not,” Eddie laughed in disbelief.

“We should go home,” Steve said quickly.

“You tryin’ to take me hot to go?” Eddie teased.

“If you’ll let me,” Steve nodded, tugging on Eddie’s hand to get him to move faster.

“I’ll let you do anything you want, Stevie.”

[lua-bunny]

Headcanons - Tate Langdon

imagine this as an AU where Tate just died, but didn't do the school massacre, because....too sensitive to imagine!

The reader is gender neutral!

Tate alive (90s)

-He carries one of your hair ties or a bracelet on his own wrist. He randomly stole from you one day and you never noticed. If you eventually notice, he will tell you that he likes to carry a part of you with him.

-He loves skipping school and would make you skip school to be with him.

-He would hate to go to the prom, but if it's important to you, he'll make an effort and go.

-He would probably take a while to tell you he loves you because he thinks it is initially a sign of weakness.

-He is intelligent, but not the kind of school intelligence, but rather specific, things he learned in life with his interests.

-He listens to Nirvana, a lot, and he'd be really happy if you liked Kurt or something.

-He probably fell in love for you very easily, before you even knew who he was.

-If you're one of those persons who likes rock music and has a piercing, a tatto or something like that, this guy will fall at your feet, easily.

-He hates being yelled at. It reminds him of Constance and his stepfather and he hates them. It doesn't stop him from screaming or anything, but he definitely cries afterwards.

-This boy is JEALOUS. If you were a popular person, like a cheerleader or a player, maybe a band singer, he would freak out over all the applause and attention you get.

-He's weird, so he'd probably dedicate some song with questionable lyrics, or some Russian movie about cannibalism and he'd hope you loved it as much as he did.

-He would never invite you to his house. He would also never tell his family that you are more then a friend. Not out of shame for you, but out of shame for his family.

-He would let you paint his nails black (just black) and he would help you paint your nails. He also agrees to do your makeup if you want to or let you do black smoky eyes (even if he pretends to hate it).

-He would probably write you cute notes and put them in your coat, your bag or even in your car

-If you were a fan of horror films, he would curate with you which film is the bloodiest. If you were scared, he would put some weaker scary movies on TV and hug you so you wouldn't be scared.

-He's terrible with feelings. He feels like everyone hates him, and he feels like he hates everyone. You'd basically be the only exception, but it means he'll never really let you go.

-He has a lot of sadness and repressed anger (taking into account that in this AU he never killed anyone) so he would be someone quite unstable, he would probably have borderline or bipolar depression, but he wouldn't go to any psychologist.

-He is really unique (especially in the 90s) so it would really be difficult to find someone like Tate.

-He is definitely a pathological liar. He will lie for small and useless things. that you will never discover and that in the end will become true in the story you remember.

Tate dead (Murder house season)

-He doesn't understand the concept of privacy. He doesn't care about looking at your cell phone, or your computer, saying personal things about you to your friends or parents and he doesn't understand you wanting to do things without him/without telling him. If you date him, he literally wants to be attached to your hip. As if you shared the same life.

-He HATES you having parties at Murder House or having your friends over. He will always complain about not getting attention and about how idiots all your friends are.

-Like I said, he's not good with feelings, so the only way he can express himself is by crying. He cries. A LOT. And he always expects you to comfort him (he would also use this to manipulate you if he did something bad)

-He likes to be validated. He's never received this from anyone so if you say nice things to Tate, he'll definitely love it (and probably cry)

-He likes listening more than talking. So sometimes he will sit on your bed, cross his legs and listen to you talking about anything for hours.

-He really likes contact. Be it sleeping hugging you, kissing you, or placing a hand on your thigh . He will always have one finger touching you.

-He will recommend you books, movies, songs and he expects you to like to them all and tell him about them.

-If he is angry about something or someone, he would like to be hugged like the little spoon and have his hair stroked while he complains about something that upset him, eventually, he would get angrier and knock over one of your decorations, or he would punch something, but he would always cry about it (Tate is a good cry baby)

-He would like to hide in places you couldn't predict to watch you. He likes to do this while you sleep, or while you're in the bathtub, just to make sure you're alive and well.

-He hates being trapped in that house so he would never want you to be trapped. He would like you to stay in the house because you want to and not because the supernatural trapped you there.

-He would hate the fact that you have to go to school/college/work because it means he can't check up on you and that you could be in danger.

-He's a bit obsessed with hair. He would love to touch your hair and he would love for you to touch his too.

-He would make very specific and different compliments, never obvious things. "I like the shape of your face", "the smell of your hair is good", "I like your accent", all those things.

-If you smoke, drink or something like that, he will get angry, because that means you can die outside the house and leave him, or die inside the house and get angry with him.

-He protects you from the other ghosts in the house and even from his own mother (who keeps invading your home).

-He would find a thousand things to do with you on Halloween, since it's the only day he can leave Murder House. He would like to do things that make you seem like a normal couple, for you.

-Since he can't be your boyfriend in public, he would like some matching jewelry, some tatto, anything to show that you were his and vice versa.

-He usually feels what you are feeling. If you are angry with someone, he is too, if you are sad with someone, he is too, and so on.

[transbutchblues]

could you please elaborate on your feelings on the gods' characterization in the wisdom saga? Not forcing you tho!

sure! keep in mind that i love EPIC and that even if i complain about things here, i totally respect the choices that Jorge makes. it’s his musical and i admire all the work put in the songs.

disclaimer : most of the time i try to dissociate EPIC from the Odyssey in my mind, because thinking of EPIC as an adaptation tends to make me upset due to how different it is. but it’s also amazing on its own! there are creative liberties that i deeply love (like having Odysseus know about Scylla but not telling anyone, and changing the context of the mutiny), others that i don’t like that much but that i can get behind, and others that i really dislike. i understand why everything is done the way it’s done, but i still have opinions.

before talking about the Wisdom Saga i’d like to explain how i felt about the gods in the other sagas. as a classics student and a hellenic polytheist i tend to dislike most modern portrayals of the gods, mostly because they’re usually flat and lack nuance. up until this saga, i had never been disappointed by any choice done regarding the gods in EPIC. they were all so interesting.

i loved Zeus in Thunder Bringer. it’s one of my favorite songs, and i found that Zeus was beautifully portrayed. he’s the villain, sure, he offers an awful choice (for the second time), but the situation was created by Odysseus and his men. i loved the lyrics and their double meaning.

this all fell apart in God Games, for me. it just didn’t feel like the same Zeus anymore. and as much as i try to dissociate EPIC from Homer’s epics, i love the Iliad and the Odyssey too much not to point out that Zeus would never be like that. in the Odyssey, Zeus immediately agrees with Athena on the fact that Odysseus must be freed from Calypso’s island. Poseidon is the only god who really wants to stop Odysseus, Zeus doesn’t exactly care about him. he knows Odysseus’ fate and he won’t go against it. besides, Athena is Zeus’ favorite daughter in Homer’s works. he loves her. he doesn’t like it when she defies her, that’s very clear in the Iliad, he even threatens her when she does that, but he loves her dearly and he gives her nearly everything she asks for. he would simply not strike her down like that. and Zeus has no reason to go against his own word. if he sets a challenge, he respects the terms. he’s a fair god, he’s a ruler, he’s all about divine justice. i don’t mind changes, but i dislike these ones.

and Athena… Athena was always the deity i felt the less sure about in EPIC. don’t get me wrong, i love her in the previous songs. but i never knew where exactly her character arc would bring her and i felt uneasy. now i know i was right to feel this way.

there had to be an explanation to the fact that Athena hadn’t helped Odysseus during the years he was imprisoned by Calypso. i understand why in EPIC, this explanation is that Odysseus and Athena fought and fell apart. in fact, i love My Goodbye. i think the way Odysseus is portrayed in the Cyclops Saga makes him way more of an asshole than he is in the Odyssey (and that’s alright by me!), because he’s stupid and hubristic and he refuses to listen to Athena. in the Odyssey, Athena never abandons Odysseus, she helps him during his entire journey. but if he had talked to her like he does in EPIC, she probably would have left him! i find their fight interesting, how cold Athena can be, how betrayed they both feel.

but! here comes the Wisdom Saga. and i love Athena in Little Wolf. i like her in God Games too. maybe even in Love in Paradise. but i can’t get over We’ll Be Fine, it just doesn’t sound right to me. i like Telemachus. but i hate that this is how Athena suddenly decides to go back to Odysseus. "i could sleep at night", really? why would she feel guilty about leaving a hero who refused to listen to her? i enjoyed how cold she was in My Goodbye, it was an interesting choice, and i would have liked for her to remain this way. or to change more slowly. the loneliness aspect could have been great if it had been explored more in depth (which i know wouldn’t have been possible since she doesn’t have enough songs to allow for slow character development). this just felt rushed and strange.

i would have liked for Athena not to reach out until Odysseus does. the moment where he cries out her name at the end of Love in Paradise is heart-wrenching, i love it. that’s when i would have loved for her to suddenly hear him and go back to him, instead of already being there. that would have been a moment where she could have decided to help him despite what he said and did, because she still cares about him and she sees him being so desperate. that could have been a moment where she feels guilty or lonely.

i know it’s done that way so that Telemachus saves Odysseus’ life by giving advice to Athena. it’s fine, it’s a nice idea. i understand why people like it, and i’m glad they do. it just feels off to me.

regarding the other gods: firstly, Calypso is great and i love her! now, on the other ones: i think instead of all this weird Zeus portrayal in God Games, it would have been nice to mention Poseidon. if there had to be a reason for Zeus not to want to release Odysseus, it could have been something to do with his brother. Apollo’s appearance felt unnecessary, his argument was weak, i’m still glad he was there but i didn’t love his portrayal. my opinion for Hephaestus is similar (though i liked his portrayal better, he just felt unnecessary), with another thought: i’m already starting to see more art of him and i really wish people would depict him as disabled, because not everybody does. i liked Aphrodite’s and Ares’ part, and Hera’s was fun. i don’t necessarily like the overall vibes of God Games but that’s just a matter of my music tastes, there are multiple songs in EPIC that i don’t really listen to because of that while still enjoying their role in the storyline.

obviously most people disagree with me, and i’m glad everyone seems to love that saga. some parts were just really not for me, namely, We’ll Be Fine, the beginning of Love in Paradise, and the end of God Games.

[lauvgoods]

head over heels  ︱  jj maybank

SUMMARY : jj makes it his mission to find out how you feel

WORD COUNT : 851

GENRE : fluff

WARNINGS : none

𐙚₊˚⊹ 🦢 you’ll forever deny it, but it’s clear to anyone who has ever seen the two of you that jj maybank is your kryptonite. 

even before you realized you liked him, he would be the first to make you crack a smile, rolling your eyes at how absolutely stupid he was being. he knew how absolutely stupid he was being, but if it got you to laugh, he’d do anything. there was just something about those big blue eyes of his and that dumb, dumb grin that would chip away at your annoyed exterior, and you hated it. 

for jj, on the other hand, he had already been planning out in the back of his mind a thousand ways to ask you out if he could just get a foolproof sign of you liking him. 

it takes a little over three months in for you to realize how much you’re genuinely falling for him and, as you’ve told yourself, how could you not? lots of people go on rants about how much the person they like is different from everyone else, but with jj it’s undeniably true. this boy, oh this boy, shows more interest in you as a person than anyone you’ve ever met, friend or otherwise. he knows how to poke and prod at you without crossing any lines, which you find odd since he isn’t exactly known for having the best verbal filter. 

It’s like he somehow keeps track of everything he can find out just to surprise you out of nowhere with just how much he seems to remember (yet somehow can’t keep track of the date). the book you talked about wanting to read three weeks ago? “you ever get to that? talked about it nonstop for half an hour, how ‘m i supposed to forget that?” that one song you’ve randomly mumbled the lyrics to while cleaning? “yeah, looked it up ‘n it seemed pretty catchy.” even down to what you talked about wanting for your birthday months in advance. this boy makes it his mission to know every single little thing he can about you. he totally doesn’t put it all down in his notes app to come back to later on.

the point is, jj’s never seemed to be a romantic, and maybe at first he’d thought of you as a challenge. a mission. a puzzle to work out. and damn if he’s not determined. there hadn’t been a sign that you were interested when he would start calling you all these little nicknames in a hope to get even the smallest reaction out of you, though it’s clear he doesn’t know about the silent screaming WHATTHEFUCKWHATTHEFUCK looping in your head every time he calls you “baby” with, again, that stupid smirk of his. as far as he knows, it just makes you get this weird look on your face and you freeze up before pretending like it never happened.

it’s one night when he’s going on and on (and on) about this after a few drinks with john b. where his best friend just starts looking at him with the most deadpan look on his face, like he’s an absolute idiot. which, after he realizes, he can’t help but agree with, since he’d never thought of your lack of reaction as a reaction. thinking back, he doesn’t know how he didn’t see it sooner, seeing as the guys you usually rant angrily about to him later on for even thinking they’d had a chance. he was the one you always went to even though kiara would probably have been more than happy to agree with you on every bit of it. 

the next time he calls you princess, he doesn’t let it go. he doesn’t go along with you trying to switch up the conversation, doesn’t even have that smirk this time that’s always made you think he was just being, well, jj. he just looks at you with a look you haven’t really noticed before, probably because you’ve been a little too in your head to pick up on it. that, and he mostly saves it for when you aren’t looking, when he can really take you in for everything you are. 

it’s that look, that deep gaze that makes you feel like he’s staring into your soul and like you’re the most incredible thing he’s ever laid eyes on, that finally gets the reaction out of you. the one he’s been hoping for. the moment your cheeks start to go warm, start to turn the slightest shade darker, is when he breaks out into the biggest grin you’ve ever seen. you’re so caught up in it that you haven’t even noticed how close he is, how close you’re getting to him. 

but it’s when he whispers in what’s probably the softest tone you’ve ever heard, asking if he can kiss you, and you’re nodding before you can even realize what’s happening because your heart is suddenly pounding and you can barely focus with how your stomach is doing backflips, that you truly realize how head over heels you are for him. 🕯️⋆˙ᝰ.ᐟ

[roo-bastmoon]

Thoughts on 3D

So Jungkook's collab with Jack Harlow is out. It is catchy; it will go viral. I have purchased it; I will add it to my new releases playlists--same as I do for all our boys.

But while the dancing was cool and JK's parts are okay (I'm not thrilled that the word "girl" is used literally 20 times, but I get what the western music industry is), I was--I need to be honest here--really taken aback and unhappy with how misogynistic Jack Harlow's rap lyrics were. As far as I'm concerned, he's absolutely unnecessary, and I'll be supporting the alternate version with a lot more enthusiasm.

A deeper look at the lyrics and more of my thoughts are under the cut if you're interested (but by clicking, you're agreeing to keep it respectful in the comments or you'll get banned.)

All my ABG's get cute for me I had one girl (One girl), too boring Two girls (Two girls), that was cool for me Three girls, damn, dude's horny Four girls, okay now you whorin' (Hey, hey, hey) Hey, I'm loose I done put these shrooms to good use

Setting young women up in a line and talking about how sleeping with just one is too boring but sleeping with four is whorish? Yeah, miss me with it.

Then there's this:

You won't regret me (You won't regret me) Champagne confetti (Champagne confetti) I wanna see it In motion In 3D (Show it to me, girl, now, why?)

I was given to understand that "ABG" stands for "Asian Baby Girl" and refers to an Asian party girl who likes clubbing, wearing excessive makeup and tattoos, and revealing clothes, etc.

I also learned from Urban Dictionary—which can be an unreliable site with outdated or incorrect information—that "champagne" has referred to underage girls in the past and "confetti" or nowadays “champagne confetti” refers to orgasm, or sometimes when a group of men or women surround someone, masturbate, and then ejaculate on them.

Not even going to get into the shrooms thing. I'm not in a hyper conservative country with harsh punishments for those type of drugs so... I was a bit taken aback about a song about being fucked right, and now there's lyrics about what amounts to harem girls.

*sigh* Do you know how much I hope I'm reading into things incorrectly? Please correct me if I'm misunderstanding the innuendo, but this is what urban dictionary says. I'm 44 and live in a cave. Maybe I'm wrong.

But in any case, the vibe of Jack's parts in the video was not coming off respectful.

I don't care how many other rap songs objectify and insult women--I won't get behind any content that does. And don't even try to gaslight me or other ARMY into saying we should like this because it's comparatively worse in other rap songs. Don't try to suppress any discourse about it, either--let women discuss how they feel about how they are represented. Don't police women. Don't silence women.

BTS' rap music got so much better once they incorporated feminist feedback, so I'm used to a higher standard and I won't be lowering those standards for anyone. I have no hang ups about sex, but please miss. me. with. misogynistic. bullshit.

Then again, it seems some of the rap hyungs were on board with this.

So I guess industry pros have a different take on stuff like this!

*shrug*

Okay, we have established that I really don't like Jack Harlow's contributions to this song. Which means I'll support the alternative. Thank goodness they had the foresight to provide an alternative!

Now I can work for JK's charts in a way that doesn't aggravate my conscience. All good. Enough said on 3D.

Personally? I really hope JJK1 showcases JK's range of genres, but also has a range of topics besides pursuing girls or being cool.

I just can't vibe with a fuckboy persona; I never liked Justin Bieber or Justin Timberlake for that very reason, even if some of their songs sound fine. Now, if Jungkook really admires their style and wants to pursue it, I'm not going to rag on him for it. Of course not. It's his choice and I can respect people's choices without making the same choices myself.

I will always try to support our members as far as I can, even if not everything is my cup of tea.

But I can't help hoping for something personal and authentic and substantive, when it's just Jungkook coming to us without a collab. (And with Scooter at the helm for an all-English EP, I guess I'm not holding my breath. But maybe this is all part of the learning and growing process. Time will tell.)

Please know that I don't expect other people to suit me and my tastes, but neither will I enthusiastically support content with my time and money when they don't suit me at all or actually really turn me off, ya feel me? It's a real and respectful relationship I have with BTS and their music; not performative. I don't follow along quietly out of obligation, but rather a sincere joy to participate.

I love Jungkook deeply. He's a sweet and intelligent and kind-hearted young man. Amazingly talented and humble. Sincere, open to being vulnerable, protective of those whom he loves. He donates to kid's hospitals, for goodness sake. Jeon Jungkook is a good egg.

I guess I'm just sort of feeling a bit whelmed by the type of music that is in vogue these days. JK worked hard, he did well on his parts. I just am hoping his album showcases some of the emotional depth and meaningful thoughts I have seen from him in the past, if I'm being purely honest. *shrug*

Those are my less-than-two cents. Of course, you may have a vastly different perspective and I appreciate that. Just please keep it respectful of all members and each other in the comments here. It's been a long day and I desperately need some real rest now. I'm trusting I can post this and not come back to a warzone.

I've got a Friday Thirst post in the queue for you guys, and then I'll be taking a bit of a break from social media for a few days to work on work deadlines. Please keep voting for Jimin and of course stream and buy for Jungkook and other new releases.

Sending you all so much love!

~Roo

[karlachismylife]

character ask thingy for konig, thank you sm I hope your day is going great! <3

Oooh, König! I'm not talking about him much on here, am I? Might have something to do with the betrayal of my friend whom I dragged into the COD fandom for my Karlach x Soap team or at least Ghoap only to lose her to the Ghost x König gang... (I'm joking, we're still having fun, ship whomever you want). Thanks for asking!! And also thank you, my days are pretty okay lately, hope yours are too <3

If anyone else is interested, I'll be glad to talk about someone else from COD and BG3. The game itself is here if someone wants to reblog!

So, König, the big Austrian that has literally a couple parapgraphs of bio on the wiki but a ton of fans to make up for it, eh?

favorite thing about them

I'll do two, because one is mostly canon based and the other mostly headcanon, but not fully. The canon favourite thing is that he's imperfect at his job. It's not just his size that prevented him from becoming a sniper, it also says he is "unable to stay still". I think it would be easy to make him a total machine and just slap the social anxiety on top as the only "imperfection" he has, especially since he is a minor character in a fucking pew pew ka-boom game. But they literally said he's actually not that good at his job (like, if he's unable to stay still, this won't impact just his sniper abilities, you know?). So that's neat, I love when people are allowed to be not that perfect at their job. And the favourite headcanon thing is that he's a gentle giant, I just love the type. Yeah, he's huge and kills people, but he'll also cradle a little bunny like it's the most precious creature on Earth.

least favorite thing about them

Uhh apart from the fact that people for some reason (ahem, racism) replace Gaz with him instead of just adding him?.. I think he either compensates for his anxiety or just feels much more confident at work and it makes him a little too cocky without needed (for me at least) charisma/unseriousness towards himself. Judging mostly from his body language. I know he has a sense of humour, but yeah... maybe calm down a little big guy.

favorite line

Any of the few lines in German he has. Or the "pick your guts off the floor", lol. I just like German and König is a funny fella, especially when he sounds angy.

brOTP

König x Gaz! There have been a couple arts on the theme and I absolutely adore them. Stop pretending they can't coexist! Also, Kyle would definitely find a way with words to make König feel more at ease off duty or would handle the way König is in the field easily.

OTP

I don't actually have any preferences at all, I like everything I see with him simply because people explore different dynamics and it's the most fun part for me. BUT I'll say like what I saw from Ghoap x König less because everything I saw puts Soap into a position/dynamic I don't really enjoy that much. Doesn't mean there isn't something I'll like a lot tho!

nOTP

As always, nOTPs are not my thing, but toxic stuff upsets me.

random headcanon

Also giving you two: he loves wearing lingerie but is a little bit ashamed of it and definitely hides it and he's generally a sweet tooth, especially for chocolate, so a slice (several) of good Sachertorte will make him really happy.

unpopular opinion

Uhh... he doesn't have a huge dick?.. No one in my universe does cuz I don't see the appeal (we have huge straps in my universe tho. but toys are separate). I don't know what's popular opinion lmao, sorry.

song i associate with them

Oooh, I actually have one this time! It's from my favourite German band Oomph! - "Kleinstadtboy". I like the whole album it's from because they experimented with their sound and quite successfully in my opinon, and this one has both the lyrics (yeah it's about gayyyys but also toxic masculinity in general. fits him well I think) and the according sound. The overblown dry electronics crackling/rasping just suits him, I think. I think he smells of static electricity too.

favorite picture of them

I don't really have one? But I like him doing different finishers. Looks impressive thanks to his size.

[bonthefuckjourx]

Lucifer x Sinner!reader (Hazbin Hotel)

   SUMMARY: You wake up in Hell and realize you didn't make the cut into Heaven. You never did anything evil, but never believed in God. You wanted to live life by your own morals. Little did you know a group of hazbins would take you in and show you more kindness than anyone on Earth ever did. Then you met someone you never thought you would, Lucifer, the King of Hell. Then you did something you never thought you would, make a deal with the devil.

WARNINGS: n/a

WORD COUNT: 3300k+

A/N: Ahhh, so excited to give you guy's this chapter. On another note does anyone have any ideas for a name for this fic? Originally, I was going to write a few chapters, but I'm so involved in this story I have a feeling it's going to be long. I hate it when stories end after two characters get together. I want this story to show them getting together, their relationship, and the tension between hell and heaven. Romance is a big plot point here, but that's not all it's going to be. I'm so excited to continue writing, I will probably keep posting everyday. Enjoy!!!

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CHAPTER FOUR: Don’t Blame Me

You woke up groggy from the events of last night. Staying up so late definitely took a toll on you. Your head hurt and you weren’t ready to face the day. A bubbly exciting feeling rose up in your chest as you tried to stifle it. You were supposed to be just friends, but everything in your body was telling you otherwise. Last night wasn’t a mistake, but rather a setback. You two always end up in inappropriate situations, but you wanted so much more than that. Your heart wanted love and romance and the rising feeling of falling in love. Lust was nice, but it could come much later. It was carnal and exciting, but love that’s where happiness lies.

You brought your comforter over your head, squealing and kicking your feet. You already adored him and could tell he was well on his way too. Friends first, that’s what you kept telling yourself over and over again as you dressed yourself for the day. You used the speaker in your room and used your phone to put on some music. Your genres often changed as you loved anything from pop to rock to musicals and everything in between. The soft drum and guitar kicked in as you put on Taylor Swift’s “Lover”. As you swayed you sang the lyrics, dancing around the room pretending you were with a certain fallen angel. As the song ended it gave you an idea. You wanted to spend time with Lucifer, but last time you two were alone it was way more than friendly. Perhaps if you had the others with you, it would be better. What if you all went to karaoke?

It would be a lovely night on the town, build trust, and you would be able to spend some time with Luci. Not to mention he could see Charlie again, and it was always precious how much he loved his not-so-little, little girl. Quickly you ran downstairs to tell the group about your idea. Mostly everyone was in the sitting room, eating or chatting to each other. You sat next to Charlie on the couch.

“Everyone, I have an idea for us to spend time together tonight! What if we all go to karaoke? I believe there’s a full-service bar and snacks as well.”

You looked around the room and everyone seemed excited for the event. Charlie mentioned it would be great to bring them all together. Alastor told Charlie he would stay at the hotel to make sure it stayed safe. She thanked him as she turned to Vaggie talking about what she would wear. Angel asked if Cherri could come, and you told him you would love to see her. At the mention of Cherri, Sir Pentious decided he would go out and buy a whole new outfit. You thought it was sweet he had a little crush on her.  As Vaggie went to grab something from the kitchen you took Charlie aside.

“Hey Charlie, I was going to ask, could I invite Lucifer? He is just so lonely at the mansion by himself. I think he would really like to see us all.”

“Is that the only reason?” She looked at you with a knowing smile.

“Well, no, I really like him Charlie, but we need to be friends first. I hope this isn’t weird to talk to you about.”

“Not really, my mother and him were less than quiet about their relations. I’m just glad there might be someone who could love him again.” She placed her hand on your shoulder squeezing it.

“I just want to get to know him, Charlie. There is a whole mess with Heaven and I don’t want to interfere. “

“Just follow your heart y/n. Being able to get to know you these past few weeks, I know you care deeply. I don’t know what your relation to me will be someday, but I’m glad I can be part of your story.”

“Charlie…” You weren’t quite sure what to say. She was always so kind to you and part of you would do anything to protect her. You would make sure her dream would come true no matter what.

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After lunch you retired back to your bedroom to call Lucifer. He picked it up after the first ring. Something in you wondered if he somehow knew you were going to call.

            “Y/n, hey. I was waiting very impatiently to hear your voice again.”

            “How very sweet of you Luci. I was calling to see if you wanted to go out for Karaoke tonight with me and others from the hotel.”

            “Sounds like a good time, can you behave this time?”

            “Hey! It wasn’t just me. Keep your hands to yourself sir and we will be just fine.” He let out a small laugh. You could tell he was smiling; it was evident in his voice.

“When should I pick you up?”

“Around 7 pm will be good. Thank you for continuing to help me.”  You paced around the room as you talked to him.

“Perfect I’ll see you then my little Angel.”

“That’s new.”

“Well one of us have to be the angel here and we both know it can’t be me.”

“Yea, yea. I’ll see you later Luci.”

As you hung up the phone you beamed with excitement. You all deserved a break after working so hard to come up with a plan to deal with the exorcist army. If you guys didn’t have fun every now and then the world would seem much bleaker.

You decided to set out your outfit as you went through your closet. One of your white dresses caught your eye, if it could even be called a dress. It hugged your figure and stopped under your ass. It was sparkly white with a heart-shaped cut out in the front. You paired it with white go-go boots and white pantyhose stockings that clipped to the dress. It was perfect.

The pentagram flared to life as you started to recognize the feeling of Lucifer’s magic. It all encompassed your room and in the middle a portal appeared. He walked through it, looking devilishly handsome. His sleeves were rolled up, which you always found very attractive. He didn’t wear his regular coat, must have opted to leave it at home. His staff was gone too along with his hat. Not many people saw him like this, it was almost intimate. As he noticed your outfit, his mouth parted, and he started to smile taking you in.

“Do you like it?” You spun around so he could see every little detail. He came up to you, grabbing your hands. He looked awe-struck.

“You’re gorgeous. I don’t think we even had anything this pretty in heaven.”

You blushed at his words and realized you were a good couple of inches taller than him now. You looked down into his eyes, before walking towards the portal, waving the heat in your face to go away. Stopping in front of the portal you decided to look back at him. That’s when you noticed his eyes had been following you the entire time. When you turned, he made himself look into your eyes with a smirk. You glared at him in response, although you secretly loved the attention.

“It was worth it.”

He followed up behind you ushering you both to walk through the portal. On the other side was the front of the karaoke house, everyone gingerly waiting on the other side of the street. They waved the both of you over as they were walking inside. You all decided a private room would be best. The public area was quite crowded and well some of you were embarrassed to sing in front of such a huge crowd. You all settled in as Sir Pentious ordered a round of shots and Charlie started to set up the karaoke. There was a huge round sofa in front of the screen and microphone. You sat on one side with Angel as Luci sat on the right side of Charlie. Vaggie was on Charlie’s left. Cherri and Sir Pentious sat in the middle. Husk was standing behind Angel leaning on him from behind the couch as nifty ran all over the room. They seemed happy.

Charlie started the party by singing “Little Miss Perfect”. It fit her well and you could tell she had a love for musical theater. Angel decided to go next and did a beautiful rendition of “Bad Boy” by Casada. It was hilarious how nifty drunkenly sang along while sitting on Husk’s head. Cherri sang something from Kesha and Husk sang a sappy love ballad. Angel just bought fell on the floor. Their relationship was the sweetest thing you ever witnessed, and you hoped it would last. Lucifer was the only one who didn’t go up to sing. You could tell he was nervous but didn’t want to push him. You thought if you sang you might be able to show him it’s not so bad. Determined you went up to the stage and typed in Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter into the machine.

You grabbed the microphone and started singing along. You were always so happy on Earth when you could sing or play your guitar. This was such a great distraction from everything. As you sang the lyrics you danced around a bit. A lot of eye contact was made to a certain devil as you were brave from the drinks.

“Here’s a lil’ song I wrote, It’s about you and me.” As you sang that lyric you winked at Luci. He gingerly sipped on a drink in one hand as he watched you closely. Even under the colored lights it was apparent his face was flushed.

“I’m talking all around the clock. I’m talking hope nobody knocks. I’m talking opposite of soft. I’m talking wild wild thoughts.”

You were purposely making your movements a little provocative. You knew you were supposed to be just friends, but it was just too easy. The sexual tension was thick in the air and something inside you wanted to see how long it would take until it would break. He could look he just couldn’t touch. As your song ended you went up to Lucifer rubbing your hand up his arm. You whispered in his ear as you walked past him, putting the microphone into his free hand.

“You know there’s just something so attractive about a man who sings.” With that you walked towards the bar to order a drink. As you came back you hear music start on the stage and you were proud to find out it was Luci. You recognized the background music of Hungry Eyes. His voice was beautiful as it sucked you in. His movements were confident, but you could tell under the mask he was nervous. Your heart was flooded with feelings of adoration and love and intimacy.

“I look at you and I fantasize.” His words floated across the room, like a melody meant only for you. You walked closer to him as he continued to sing to you. No one ever serenaded you like this before and it was so romantic. You sat on the end of the couch closest to him and reveled in the moment. It was over far too quick. The others were busy chatting at the bar or playing a game of pool in the back corner. You two were the only ones on the karaoke floor.

“Here it’s your turn.” Lucifer handed the microphone to you, careful to only look into your eyes.

“Luci, that was beautiful. You should sing for me more often.”

“I suppose I can hold a tune or two. You on the other hand truly should never shut your mouth. Everything that comes out? Angelic.”

You playfully smiled at him. This night was turning out to be the best night of your entire life and afterlife. As you stepped up to the stage you thought of something a bit more romantic. The gentle acoustic guitar started to strum as you swayed to the music. You sang your heart out for everything you wished would happen and perhaps everything to come. This night was starting to make you realize this relationship between you and Lucifer was more than just a physical one. Becoming friends made you understand perhaps it was more. Maybe even love.  

“Can I go where you go?” As you sang you held your hand out for him to take. He grabbed it with enthusiasm as he stepped to join you on stage.

“Can we always be this close forever and ever?”

He smiled adoringly as you sang to your hearts content. He looked so handsome under the flashing lights; you would cherish this moment forever. By the second verse he pulled you into a hug as you both lazily danced together. Your head rested on his shoulder as you continued singing. You both slow danced together loving every second. As you finished out the song you pulled apart from him but stayed only inches away from him. You placed your hand on his chest feeling his heartbeat. His hand followed enveloping yours in his warmth.

“Darling, you’re my, my, my, my, lover.”

As the night dragged on people jumped up stage to sing, usually with a drink in hand. At one point both Husk and Angel were draped over each other swaying side by side having the time of their lives. Charlie and Vaggie left first claiming they wanted to go grab some food. You could tell that they were going to do much more then eat. When you jokingly mentioned it to Lucifer, he spit out his drink looking horrified. That was when you found out he was a crying type of drunk. He laid down in your lap mumbling to you about how his little girl was all grown up, but it was okay because she found love. Eventually Angel left with Husk saying they needed to bring Nifty back to the hotel. She was so wasted Husk had to carry her out. As they left you noticed Sir Pentious and Cherri were no longer here either. A part of you hoped that Sir Pentious’s efforts were not in vain. He deserved a bit of love even if it might turn into a one-night stand.

You sat Lucifer up telling him it was time to go. He wrapped his arms around your neck and told you he wanted to sing to you one last time. His eyes glowed a little in the dark lighting as he begged you to let him. He was so adorable you were defenseless to his pursuits. You were guided by his hand as he brought you up to the stage one last time. He turned down the crazy lights opting for a low red lighting instead. His hand wrapped around yours bringing it up to his lips to kiss the back of it before stepping away to input the song.

“I should’ve worship her sooner.” His voice was husky as he sang. He only had eyes for you as he ran his hand around your waist as he walked past you.  He paused away from you emphasizing words like church and heaven. This song seemed to be almost therapeutic allowing each other to turn the horrible memories of past to new memories of pure intimacy.

“Take me to church.” With the start of the chorus, he dropped to his knees in front of you. He grabbed your hand rubbing it against his cheek. You pulled him close to your stomach as you continued to stroke his face.

“Good god, let me give you, my life.” You gripped his chin, just as he had the first day you met. His eyes were glossy as he reached for your hand. After the chorus ended, he placed lazy kisses up your arm as he stood up. Gently you pushed him away, walking towards the other side of the stage. He noticed the mischievous look in your eyes as he followed.

“No masters or kings when the ritual begins.” He came up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist. You both started to sway to the music as he leaned his head against your shoulder. Naturally you leaned your head back turning into his face.

“There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin.”  His free hand traced up your curves coming up to grip around your neck.

“In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene. Only then I am human.” His head lifted off your shoulder as he pushed you closer to his body. He rubbed against you as his claws gently dug into your skin. It excited you as you remembered just how powerful he really was.

“Only then I am clean.” He let go of you as he walked around in front of you. A gasp escaped your lips as you looked over his full demon form. He was a demon, but he was angelic. Tears formed in your eyes as he wrapped his arms around your neck pulling you close. His wings encased you. They were soft and made you feel like nothing in the world could harm you. The room reflected his beautiful voice as he finished the last few lyrics of the song. Tears spilled over as you fell in love with his beautiful red eyes. He smiled with reverence as his hand brushed your tears away.

You tried you really did. Love just has a way. It was almost as if it was always meant to be. Something you couldn’t avoid no matter how hard you tried. While you were lost in your thoughts, he brushed his thumb across your face almost waiting for you to understand. He leaned in lips ghosting yours asking for permission.

“Please…” He begged you as he whispered his confessions.

“I am sinful. I’m wrong in every way. I’m the villain. I’m selfish. I don’t deserve to ask for anything, but just this once I ask…”

Before he could finish you responded by searing his lips with your own. It was slow and gentle. It was love incarnate. He was surprised, but quickly kissed your back. In that moment it was like something clicked into place. Emotions flooded your whole being. It sang to you, thoughts of adoration and devotion and desire. There was yearning and tenderness and lust. It overpowered you as you broke the kiss and tripped backwards. He caught you, looking at you sympathetically. His eyes glowed in the dark. You realized then and there these thoughts were laced with magic. It was his magic that covered your entire body, smothering you.

Your head swarmed as you threatened to black out. He gathered you in his arms cradling you close to his chest. He summoned a portal to walk you both through. You noticed it led to a bedroom. It must be his own. Everything was going in and out of vision. Your heart was racing as you wondered if this was it. If you were dying once again. As you thought that, new ones replaced them. The thoughts of love and safe and warm. It was all so familiar as you remembered you had felt these ways before. As the darkness threatened to take over Lucifer cuddled you close on his bed whispering words of safety. You thought he was saying them, but as you looked into his eyes you realized he wasn’t speaking. He brushed aside your hair as these thoughts told you to drift away. It was okay. You managed to mumble out your question as you closed your eyes against his chest.

“Luci, what is this?...”

“This is our fate.” His wings closed the both of you out from the rest of the world as he continued to whisper never ending promises. The last thing you remembered was the gentle beating of his heart sending you home and the sound of his voice breaking as he finally admitted.

“You’re my mate.”

[m1ssunderstanding]

Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 2.4

It's in the paper that Allen Klein was involved in 40+ lawsuits and John doesn't question it? At this point, I feel like he just didn't want to let Paul be right about anything. 

My question is who did that work on before? I mean who fucking does business like that? Let alone business with the most successful man in the world. 

John's complaining about Paul being too good at his job is both hilarious (what the hell is Paul supposed to do with that) and sad (it shows just how far their musical relationship has degraded from partners to rivals)

How did they lose Northern Songs? Genuinely, if anyone can break it down for me I'd be so grateful. Anyway I'm sure it was devastating for both of them. “Who'd have the children?” “Dick James”. 

I know I'm insane, but can I be allowed to see a glimmer of goodness here? I really do think it's John's kinder side winning out when he decides not to lie. Like, yes, he gets a buzz off of watching Paul go white at his words, but I think he also just – in that moment – didn't have the heart to trick Paul into staying. 

But also. Why are we trying to maneuver Paul at all if the end game is for John to leave? It just doesn't make sense to try to trick Paul into signing the contract unless John's divorce threat is at the very least not meant to be final. 

I will never understand this picture. Even in the emotional state he's in, he's still hamming it up? There is something seriously wrong with this man. 

I do find it interesting that the fact that Paul cried his eyes out after that meeting isn't even mentioned in the doc. I wonder why. 

Let's put the bizarre, super-warped timeline in this quote aside for a minute. Apparently the depression started after Brian died and it lasted for about two years and John was still in it during Pepper. Okay. That aside . . .

I have to assume this negative lense on what I can only assume means the period between 66 and 68 is highly influenced by hindsight bias. I agree that John was depressed at the time, in an unhappy marriage, doing too much LSD, etc and that looking at Paul's prolific talent and expansive , fast-paced life would have been maddening. But everyone go back to the end of part one really quick. He looks extremely happy. He sounds extremely happy. Everyone who knows him says he's never been happier. I think he just can't accept right now that there was so much good and he's lost it. 

“I look from the wings at the play you are staging . . . I don't know why nobody told you how to unfold your love.”

Insanity quote Hall of Fame. Paul explaining why the Beatles just had to break up, obviously, because he and John "didn't marry the same girl." Someone write the fic where John and Paul both marry the same girl. Could be Yoko or Linda. Sister trad wives au. 

Okay, cool, so this means I have full permission to interpret and tin hat about any lyrics I want then, right?

But also. Are we just not going to talk about the fact that Paul dumped a bucket of garbage water and punched this person? And are we not mentioning the depression and alcoholism and heroin abuse during this time?

It's so embarrassing how he looks to her for confirmation here. John, they asked you what you think. Just you. Not some complicated definition. Not Yoko's definition. Just your own thoughts.

“I couldn't wait for them to make up their mind about peace or whatever. About committing themselves.” Yeah, John. You sound real committed to peace. Or whatever. Here's a theory that anyone can shoot down if they want: John asked Paul for some kind of commitment (a friendship wedding, a partnership contract, a mutual wanking pledge) in India and Paul was a chicken about it. 

What was that day like, I wonder? I imagine extremely stiff and professional and horrid. But who knows. Maybe it was nice, and maybe that made everything worse.

I will go to my death believing that instant karma was for Paul. 

Do we think John actually did send Paul “about twenty postcards from Denmark” all covered in hearts none of which Paul responded to? Paul could be just as cruel in his lack of reaction as John was in his over reaction.

I'm sorry but that is not what a man says when he's just lying to the press to buy time for business. That's what a man says to the press when he's trying desperately to communicate with someone who he can't get through to any other way. 

But really, I just don't understand why the creator chose to minimize Paul's emotional response to John's divorce statement. If we don't see him bawling his eyes out and losing the will to live, he comes off like a self-assured, uncaring, jerk. Which. To be fair. John didn't see those things, and that is exactly what John thought of Paul during this time. But still. The audience now comes away from this doc with a skewed view. 

All we get is Paul being pissed off about Phil Spector butchering Let it Be without his consent and John and George trying to change McCartney's release date without his consent. Which are both a) understandable and b) strong, male, angry reactions. Making this section portray Paul in the same one-dimensional hyper-masculine way that John so often is. Which isn't my favorite. But hey, it's my only complaint about this doc so far.

Anyway, update: I won't be able to do part three until it gets reuploaded, so we're on hiatus for this project for the time being.

[cannibalistickitty]

WHY NOT ME

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part two

plot: you have a crush on your best friend but sadly she doesn't reciprocate

warnings: angst/no comfort, boring asf, bad writing, plus not proofread!!

word count: 1.2k

notes:hey fruity people, this took me a couple days because I'm soooo busy(listening to radiohead) if any of you sad little gays want a part two tell me and PLEASE give me plot ideas😛 and the title is a mitski lyric💯

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ellie had been your best friend since you moved to Jackson, you were both just fourteen years old when you met. over time you slowly but surely development a crush on her, I mean, who wouldn't? she's a cocky but funny girl with great hair, of course as you started to develop feelings so did she, but not for you...

her first girlfriend was when she was 17 and her name was cat. hearing ellie talk and talk about her for hours was a real punch in the gut, no matter how many times you heard the same things over and over again it still hurt like hell. when they broke up you couldn't tell if you were happy or sad, I mean yeah she's single now, but now you have no reason why she doesn't like you, before you could tell yourself that she's only in love with her girlfriend, now she doesn't like anyone and you were no exception.

now she was at her second girlfriend, Dina, you adored but couldn't help your jealousy corrupt you. you wanted to like her so bad, you wanted to look at her and Ellie and be happy for them, but you couldn't, you just couldn't. you were supposed to go out with ellie, dina and jessie tonight, there was a dance or a party, you didn't even know and you didn't care, you just didn't want to go.

it was 7pm and you were supposed to leave at 7:30pm, of course as worrier you are you wanted to look perfect, so you had already been ready for an hour. when it finally came time to leave, you slipped on your shoes, grabbed your bag and left the comfort of your home. as you stepped outside you were immediately hit with the cold air spring and your arms got goose bumps.

reached the "gathering" you could smell alcohol and sweat and hear old country songs play, right then and there you almost considered leaving but you musterd up the courage to walk in, the minute you walked in ellie and jesse turned their heads towards the door, they smiled and indicated for you to come over, you walked over to them and sat down on a bar stool.

"hey guys!" you grinned and hugged them, you guys talked for a good ten minutes but when the conversation died down you looked over at the and saw that they were staring at the dance floor, why? you turned your head to look at what they were paying so much attention to and you saw Dina, dancing with some random guy, she looked beautiful, somehow in this overcrowded and loud bar she still stood out with her beauty.

when the song ended Dina came rushing over to you guys, you said hello to her before she stole ellie drink, she pulled her to dance and that's when you decided it would be better for you to look away. you continued talking with jesse while they danced, you snuck in a couple glances towards them every once and a while, lucky they never saw you, while jesse was talking with someone else you shifted your attention to them again, they were so in love and it hurt you so bad.

you had never actually seen them be together, you always tried to avoid that, if they invited you somewhere you usually would just make up some dumb excuse like you were sick or maria needed you for something, you just couldn't bring yourself to watch ellie be a couple with someone again. they leaned in a little closer and you could see ellie blush and chuckle, after a couple more seconds of chatter they finally kissed, you wanted to look away so bad, but you couldn't, it's like you wanted to hurt yourself.

after they shared that sweet kiss you quickly looked away and wiped a tear from your eye. you put your hand on Jesse shoulder to get his attention, he flinched before turned around, "hey what's up?" he questioned, you cleared your throat before speaking up, "I'm gonna rain check I'm really tired so I think I should get some rest" you put on your best fake smile, he nodded and said goodbye. you quickly rushed out of there.

walking home you couldn't stop thinking about how ellie didn't love you before and she doesn't love you now, you just couldn't understand why you couldn't get that through your head. opening your door was a struggle, do to not being able to see the key hole from the tears forming in your eyes.

when you finally opened the door you took of your shoes and laid down in bed, you sighed and closed your eyes hoping you could just disappear. you woke up to the sun peeking through your window, you sleepily grumbled and rubbed you eyes. you got up and got ready for the day taking your time, you thought you had nothing to do today, just a calm sunday, when suddenly you heard a knock at your door.

you opened the door and the warm air rushed in, it was ellie. 'not to be rude but are you doing here?' you awkwardly put your hand in your sweater pockets, 'oh uhm...yesterday you left really early and I wanted to check if your okay I guess...and you know we beraly see each other anymore' and she was right you've only been seeing each other about twice a month for a while. 'oh yeah I was just really tired last night and uhm I guess I just wanted to go home' ellie nodded, 'can I come in and maybe we can...talk?', you really didn't want to talk to anyone right now, especially not her.

but I mean you couldn't say no...? 'oh yeah sure' you moved from the door and she stepped inside closing it behind her, 'you got a new lamp' ellie pointed to the tall lamp in the corner of your living room that you found on patrol, 'yeah it needed more light in here' you awkwardly chuckled, you both sat down on your couch before ellie spoke, 'what happened to us?' she questioned, you turned you head around and tried to blink tears away, 'i don't know' you lied.

'i mean we used to hang out and tell each other everything, I feel like I don't even talk to you anymore' you sighed and put your knees to your chest, 'i know and I'm sorry' your voice cracked mid sentence, 'did I so something wrong?' she whispered, you thought maybe it was time to actually tell her, you lifted your head from between your knees and looked into her eyes, 'no you didn't, it's just I've always had these...feelings for you and they won't go away, so I guess watching you be with someone else is hard but uhm...talking to you is somehow worse...'

to say the least ellie was shocked at your confession, I mean her best friend was in love with her? and somehow she didn't realize, 'oh' with her mind racing a hundred miles per hour that's all she could say, 'yeah I know' you whispered, ellie thought about what to say before blurring out a quick 'I'm sorry' before getting up and rushing out the door, you watched her leave and sat there with tears streaming down your face. honestly you didn't know if you and ellie would ever be as close again.

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Ah, I'm back with another chapter! Yay! in this one I feel as if I got a bit bold? So here's a small list of thing that will appear! As you can see right below, this chapter contains songs. I will only write about songs happening when the songs happened not necessarily because Beauty and the Beast is a Disney MUSICAL— you know what I mean. (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

This chapter contains!!: Song lyrics from Disney's Beauty and the Beast soundtrack (If you don't like songs in fics, you can skip those parts!) , some violence at the end!

Warning!: English is my second language. If you find any errors in my writing, please understand. I used autocorrect to help me with my grammar and spelling, so I'm deeply sorry if any mistakes were made. Dyslexia + writing in a second language = challenging task (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

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Beauty and the Beast

Miko's attempt at writing something good.

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Chapter 4: Tension

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How could they? Kaigaku couldn't believe it. He got rejected, clearly rejected, but he couldn't fully accept that. He sat down in the noodle shop where he usually spent his time, thinking things over and today, today he was sulking. In the background he could hear Zenitsu's voice as he talked with his two friends. Honestly, Kaigaku didn't like them one bit, but he couldn't do much about Zenitsu spending time with them, Gramps would be mad. Kaigaku started noticing that most of the people in this damn town irritated him. Gramps, because he kept Kaigaku from doing, in his opinion, good stuff, Zenitsu, for being a damn good-for-nothing coward, and he didn't like his friends either. That kid with a rock-hard forehead just seemed irritating to him, and that other guy, a literal wild child who currently slurped his noodles like a damn pig. It was infuriating, really.

Zenitsu though, couldn't help but notice how Kaigaku was doing. He was actually thinking if he should do something or just reveal in the moment with his friends, but a quick look at Gramps' face made him want to do something. It felt awful; watching his teacher worry about his students, not being able to do much himself. The yellow-haired boy looked around, trying to think of something. A train of thoughts rushed through his brain, making up the perfect plan. Kaigaku was admired by a lot of people in the town, so maybe a little validation from everyone would help? Zenitsu knew what to do. Slowly, the young man made his way across the restaurant, scooting over to Kaigaku, seeing him scowling at him almost immediately. Oh well, Zenitsu couldn't back off now…

“G-gosh, it disturbs me to see you, Kaigaku, Looking so down in the dumps. Every guy here'd love to be you, Kaigaku! Even when taking your lumps.” Zenitsu shuttered, putting out a sheepish smile as he saw Kaigaku grumbling to himself angrily. The yellow-haired boy wanted to get along with Kaigaku for so long now, so Gramps would be happy, and now it was the best moment to gain Kaigaku's appreciation. Perhaps this would lead to friendship?

“There's no man in town as admired as you, you're everyone's favorite guy! Everyone's awed and inspired by you, and it's not very hard to see why…” Zenitsu added, seeing one of Kaigaku's eyebrows lifting up; a sign that Zenitsu should continue with the praises. ”No one's slick as Kaigaku, no one's quick as Kaigaku! No one's swordsmanship is as incredibly impressive as Kaigaku's! For there's no man in town half as manly! Trust me, you can ask anyone you want, and they'll tell you whose team they prefer to be on…”

Zenitsu continued, earning a scoff from Inosuke who'd definitely prefer the praises to be directed at him. Friendship with Inosuke surprisingly teached Zenitsu a thing or two, and this was; that comforting stubborn people is usually based on giving them validation and praise, which makes them stop fuming with anger. He slowly began noticing that this actually worked as a confident smirk showed up on Kaigaku's face. Slowly, more people started picking up on what was happening and cheering on. At some point it helped both Kaigaku and Zenitsu with their self-esteem. Finally, Zenitsu did something right and got the approval that made him feel giddy inside.

Kaigaku on the other hand couldn't help but feel as triumphant as ever. People cheering his name, throwing praises left and right, loving him, supporting him…oh, that felt good!

“I need encouragement, You're useful for once it seems” He muttered with a confident smirk on his face as he took in the admiration that surrounded him.

“Yeah— no worries.” Zenitsu chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. That felt good, Kaigaku was pleased with him and Gramps was happy that they finally got along. Usually, Zenitsu felt a lot of self-hatered, seeing himself as a failure, but today…today he was a winner who was making things better! He heard the crowd cheering, having fun as the place became a bit more lively. Zenitsu's hands then reached out for his shamisen, music brought good vibes, right? That's what he needed right now so he started playing, smiling happily. This wasn't just Kaigaku's triumph today, it was also Zenitsu's. He didn't mind that he was just the background for Kaigaku showing off his greatness, because a good background always made a difference, he made a difference.

“Who has brains like Kaigaku? Entertains like Kaigaku!?” Zenitsu cheered, looking at Kaigaku. The dark haired boy looked at him, smiling proudly, full of confidence.

“Keep it up, what else do you think, hm?!” He smiled, relishing in people's approval and admirations, which made his ego grow like crazy.

“Say it again! Who's a man among men? Who's a super success? There's just one guy in town

Who's got all of it down~” Zenitsu cheered, getting pulled in by Kaigaku and held by his side as he waited for the yellow-haired boy to say more praises.

“And his name’s 'K-A-I...I believe there's another I? It just occurred to me that I haven't really checked the kanjis for your name...and I've never actually had to spell it out loud before…” Zenitsu gulped, looking up at Kaigaku, seeing the other looking daggers at him.

“♪ Kaigaku! ♫” Zenitsu quickly chimed again, getting Kaigaku's attention back to the praises, which luckily eased the tension. Ah, that was close! Everything seemed to be perfect, until—

The door quickly opened as an old man rushed in, breathing heavily, clearly distressed and terrified. Kaigaku forowned, wondering what was happening and recognizing the man shortly after. Y/N's father. He was away for quite a while, but it looks like he's back now, but what happened? He wasn't this shaken up everyday, oh no.

“You have to help me, they were taken p-prisoner, h-he trapped them in a castle, in the forest, we have to go there!” The old man mumbled, stuttering and panting, clearly anxious. Zenitsu immediately got spooked, meanwhile Kaigaku's interest grew.

“What happened? Just say it clearly!” Kaigaku answered, stepping closer to the man with a skeptical yet interested look on his face.

“A monster! A damn monster took Y/N as his prisoner. He's keeping them in a cold, cramped dungeon or worse! It held me there first, but then it took my child instead!” The man shouted, scaring some people and making some chuckle at the absurd news. Kaigaku just chuckled, patting the old man's shoulder.

“Now, now, I'm sure you wandered around in the cold for too long, it's getting quite chilly outside after all. I visited your house today, Y/N was safe and sound! I'm sure they're waiting for you with hot dinner like always, and I think you really should go, because you might be getting sick…” He hummed, looking at the old man's panicked face.

“No, no, you don't understand! I saw that monster, it's tall…it has horns and razor-sharp teeth!” The man continued before he was led outside by others, still mumbling about a monster in a castle that's hidden in the forest. Kaigaku just scoffed, sitting down at one of the tables and ordering himself some noodles.

“You think he was telling the truth? You know, about the monster and all…” Zenitsu said, sitting down as well. His question earned a hearty chuckle from Inosuke and soon enough also Kaigaku.

“What? Don't be silly, monsters, demons, yōkai…all that spooky stuff doesn't exist. Don't fall for this crap, or are you just a coward, hm? Zenitsu?” Kaigaku answered, frowning his eyebrows.

“The old man is just delusional. He's probably just sick and he's talking all this nonsense because he's feeling bad.” Kaigaku answered, slurping his noodles as soon as they were served to him.

Zenitsu just nodded, looking away, getting lost in his thoughts. Right, all that spooky stuff doesn't exist, it's silly. Monster's don't exist…right?

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It felt lonely. You say in your room, curled up against your bed, scared, confused and hungry. But what could you do? This was all so new to you, it was hard to grasp it all and come to terms with your new reality, so when you heard something behind the door you were on high alert. Fortunately, your worries were eased when a woman's voice softly called from the other side.

“Hello? May I come in? Don't worry, it's just Kotoha with tea!” The woman said softly through the door.

“Yes…uh, please, come in.” You answered as the shoji door opened and a small, green teapot came in with a happy smile on her face as she pulled a tray with cups after herself.

“Oh…look at you, you're so adorable!” She chimed, immediately coming closer and pouring some tea into one of the cups. “Why don't you drink some tea? I'm sure it'll cheer you up…we all already know what happened.” You looked at her with your eyebrows moving up. News really got around fast in this place, Huh?

“Uh— yes…” you mumbled, lifting the cup up to your lips and taking a sip of the hot drink.

“Don't worry, please, I know this is a lot to take in, but it'll get better overtime. You'll see, everything will be fine.” She said softly, trying to comfort you as best as she could.

“I miss my father.” You whispered, tensing up a bit, which got Kotoha immediately worried.

“I understand how that is…I myself miss my son. I haven't seen him in a very long time, he grew up without me, I'm sure of it. I just want him to know that I love him a lot, even if he's far away. Your father loves you a lot, even if you're far away too…” She smiled, trying to make you feel better. You wanted to ask questions about her son and what happened, but you figured out it was better not to, sometimes asking straight away wasn't the right thing to do, and it seemed to be a very sensitive topic for her.

“Well, you must be hungry, why don't we go down to the dining room for a meal?” Kotoha smiled softly, looking at you with those soft, green eyes.

“Mhm…But he said—” You started before getting shushed by the teapot.

“Just because the Master said something, it doesn't mean we have to necessarily listen. Especially when it's against you getting a proper meal.” Kotoha smiled, moving towards the door. You smiled back at her, following the teapot towards the dining room. Maybe this place wasn't so bad? Everyone seemed pretty nice, well, almost everyone, but it was still a pleasant surprise.

The dining room looked pretty cozy actually. Warm light was illuminating the spacious room before it got a bit darker. As you stepped in further, on the table you could see a spotlight with Douma standing in it proudly.

“It's dinner time, everyone. Unfortunately, our master won't be joining us today, so to make up for that unexpected twist…we'll make the dinner extra special tonight!” Douma chimed, bowing lowly towards you with a charming smile on his face. As you took your seat, you could feel the zabuton sliding closer to the table.

“Truly, it is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you here tonight. And now…we invite you to relax~ let us pull up the zabuton as the dining room proudly presents—!” Douma announced, building up the anticipation as some white paper confetti shot up into the air. “Your dinner…”

You smiled, already entertained with what was happening, soon enough observing as plates, bowls and trays slid closer to you with various foods on them.

“Beef and pork, miso soup, great rice pudding is here too! We'll prepare and serve with flair a culinary cabaret~. You're alone and you're scared, but the banquet's all prepared! No one's gloomy or complaining while the flatware's entertaining! We tell jokes, I do tricks with my fellow candlesticks!” He mused, presenting all the dishes that appeared on the table while turning the dinner into a fully fledged musical. There really was a lot to choose from “And it's all in perfect taste that you can bet!” He added with a smile.

“Come on and lift your glass~ You've won your own free pass to be our guest! if you're stressed, it's fine dining we suggest! Be our guest, be our guest, be our guest!” Douma cheered as the light followed him across the table, as if he was the greatest primadonna in a popular opera House.

“Life is so unnerving for a servant who's not serving…He's not whole without a soul to wait upon.” He continued with his voice growing a bit more quiet and serious to the point where you started to worry about what he'll say or rather sing next.

“Ah, those good old days when we were useful, right, Akaza-dono? Suddenly those good old days are gone…~ ♫” he dramatically vocalized, throwing himself onto the table dramatically and wiping his eyes with a napkin, throwing it away to land on Akaza, who just looked at him with an unamused look on his face, not really happy that he got pulled into this damn performance.

“Too long we've been rusting, needing so much more than dusting! Needing exercise, a chance to use our skills! Most days we just lay around the castle….” Douma sighed before smiling again and lifting himself up almost immediately. “Flabby, fat and lazy, you walked in and oops-a-daisy!”

The room suddenly got loud and happy once more, with colorful lights shining around and the flatware moving around in a beautiful choreography.

“It's a guest, it's a guest! Sake's alive, well I'll be blessed. Sake's been poured and thank the gods I've had the napkins freshly pressed. With dessert, they'll want tea, and my dear that's fine with me! While the cups do their soft-shoein' I'll be bubbling, I'll be brewing…”

Kotoha chimed in, clearly enjoying the show and wanting to be a part of it. They all seemed so happy that even you started feeling at ease, for a moment forgetting about all the horrors of today.

“I'll get warm, piping hot! Heaven's sakes, is that a spot? Clean it up, we want the company impressed…” The teapot hummed, looking at everything and bringing it down to perfection.

“We've got a lot to do,Is it one lump or two?

For you, our guest!” She smiled, appearing with a cup of tea that you immediately took, enjoying the show where ‘people’ sang, danced and did they work perfectly.

“Our command is your request…It's been years since we've had anybody here, and we're obsessed! With your meal, with your ease…Yes, indeed, we aim to please. While the candlelight's still glowing…Let us help you, we'll keep going!”

Douma cheered with everyone else, sending more food your way to the point it was hard to keep up with trying every single dish. You couldn't hide the fact that you were having fun, and to be honest, it wasn't only you, at some point they either bribed Akaza in or were charismatic enough to convince him, because the clock joined the performance as well.

“Course by course, one by one…'Til you shout, "enough, I'm done"! Then we'll sing you off to sleep as you digest~ Tonight you'll prop your feet up, but for now, let's eat up. Be our guest…~!” The crowd repeated the last sentence a few times more before the music ended and everyone finally got a break, breathing heavily after the amount of singing and dancing they've done.

“Please, be our guest…and how about a dessert?” Douma hummed, presenting to you one single mochi with a wide grin on his face. After a moment, your laughter filled up the room alongside a loud applause.

“That was amazing.” you answered, gently taking the mochi and smiling at everyone. It was a big mystery; how could they be so sweet and happy while working in a place like this? Well, perhaps the answer will appear on its own sooner or later.

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After the great show and delicious dinner you were sent back to your room. It was pretty late and those guys seemed to really care, because Kotoha made sure that your bedtime would guarantee you a good night's sleep. She acted like a concerned mother, that's for sure. You knew about her being away from her son, so that explained a lot in this situation. You could at least glad that you made her feel better.

Honestly, you couldn't help but feel curious about this place, so just tonight instead of going straight to your room you decided to explore. You knew nothing about the castle, just that it was fully available to you, not including a few places, that's the most information you fished out of Douma at least. You were supposed to wander around the main rooms and in the area of your own quarters, so when you were walking up the stairs, you took a different path instead. The path was clear so far, it was a good sign. You were just gonna get a quick peak on what was in the other parts of this castle, just in case, there's no harm in that, right? When you tried asking questions you didn't get much answers, like what's in the parts of the castle that you shouldn't go to, unlike every other information, Douma kept an answer to this question a secret, so it had to be important. Every other answer would be fished out of him pretty easily, so this just made you more curious.

Before you knew it, you found yourself walking down a long corridor, with some of the doors damaged, paintings ripped and furniture removed. At the end of it, you saw another door, but those were leading into an important place for sure, they were bigger, crafted with more precision and not that damaged. With a deep breath you slowly slid them open and peeked inside. The room was dark, lit only by the moonlight from the outside. As you stepped in, you noticed a lot of furniture being damaged or straight up destroyed, there was no comfy bed like in your room, no, in the corner of the room you could see a futon, slightly ripped and damaged at the ends. The futon was surrounded with a few things like clawed cushions, ripped paintings and pieces of fabric, or rather rags at this point. This had to be the monster's lair then. You looked around, taking in the appearance of this whole place. The room seemed empty, which eased you up a bit, and with that you began exploring the area more freely. Your eyes quickly found the only painting that was still landing on the wall, all though in some places it was ripped and clawed, it was still in good shape. As you approached, you began slowly making out what was on it. There were three figures, but only one of them didn't have their face clawed or ripped out, and this person on a painting was a girl. A beautiful girl with white hair and blue eyes, dressed in a fine kimono with a red hairpin in her snow-white locks. The other two figures seemed to both be men, with one being dressed in western clothes, and the other one in traditional clothing. You looked at the painting for a moment before something else caught your eye. There, on a low table next to a big window there was a bell jar with a rose inside. As you slowly approached, you could notice that the flower emitted a faint glow that was reflected by the forested glass protecting it. In an act of curiosity you slowly reached out, wanting to touch the bell jar…

In that moment, a sickle came flying towards you, followed by a low, angry growl. In the matter of seconds you backed away, managing to avoid the sharp object that was supposed to hit you. The sickle made a soft noise as it stuck the wall, staying there. Meanwhile, you slowly turned your head around, facing Gyutaro. Your blood ran cold as your eyes locked. He shot you a cold, unpleasant glare before rising to his full height, not hunching anymore. You had to admit that he was pretty tall, and the horns on his head didn't help to make this less intimidating.

“What are you doing here, eh? Came to steal, just like your father? I knew that The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, man, I just knew it…” he rasped as an ugly scowl graced his hideous face. Your heart sped up immediately, making you back away from him, but to no avail, because the demon just followed you, slowly getting closer.

“What's wrong, eh…? Cat got your tongue? Why are you so scared, you were so brave the last time we met…where did all that bravado go?” He cackled, showing off his razor-sharp teeth, taking in all the panic he caused with great pleasure. You were intimidated? Good, he hated thieves. You didn't even get a chance to explain yourself before the monster growled again with anger, clawing at his skin violently. This was bad, definitely bad, but not half as bad as the moment when he realized that you gnawed at the painting in his room, this brought his blood to a boil as rage rose within his body. But besides anger, something else was rising in him, and it was panic. Panic that he didn't know how to deal with.

“Who even gave you permission to go in here? Gaway…go away, go away! I don't want to see your face in this place ever again. GO! Get out! GET OUT! I swear to gods, I'll rip you to SHREDS!” He roared out, quickly picking the sickle from the wall with great strength before throwing it in your direction again. Your heart began speeding up while tears welled up in your eyes from pure fear. The moment after, you heard a loud smash as Gyutaro's fist hit the wall, causing it to seriously crack. He was enraged to the point where you feared for your life.

With a choked up breath you quickly turned around, running as fast as possible. You could only hear loud smashes and the sounds of a sickle being thrown behind you as you ran away. This was a pure nightmare, you never thought you'd say this, but you missed the times when it was only Kaigaku bothering you.

Running down the stairs, your silhouette was noticed by both Douma and Akaza, who tried to stop you but to no avail. Right before their eyes you opened the main door and slid through them, going outside and running towards the main gate in panic.

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Your warm breath turned into mist against the cold air outside. Snow fell down from the sky like crazy, making your escape even harder. You passed by trees, bushes and ran as fast as possible, just to get away as far as possible from that castle. It was cold, so cold…you still didn't have any winter clothes, so the cold began stinging your body, causing your hands to tremble as the tips of your fingers grew red. You didn't think it could get even worse, that was until you heard loud howling. It seemed as if fate was playing a cruel prank on you, especially if wolves were supposed to be extinct in Japan! Well, with everything you saw today, you were able to believe everything. Compared to a monster, living furniture and items and a magic castle, wolves were the most ordinary thing that has found you today. But you quickly realized that with wolves came trouble.

You ran as fast as possible, trying to navigate through the labyrinth of trees and all the snow that blocked your sight. You were slowly getting out of breath as the howling got louder. At some point you realized that you probably wouldn't make it, that this was the end. It all became even worse when you tripped and fell down, face-straight into the snow, shuddering at the cold surrounding your now whole body. Now, you just waited, hoping that your death would be quick and hopefully not that painful. As you closed your eyes, bracing yourself for what's about to happen…you heard a loud thump above you and a "dog's" whine coming from nearby. When you felt warmth above you, your eyes opened, slowly looking up just to see…Gyutaro? What was happening? You lifted your head, wanting to understand what was going on, why was he here…

As more of the wolves approached, growling and snarling at the two of you, Gyutaro bared his sharp teeth at the beasts as well, gripping his trusty sickle in his hand. From your angle, you could see the calluses on his hands, so he's been probably using this sickle for a while now, or rather sickles, before shortly after he pulled out another one. With twin sickles in his hands, the cursed prince rushed towards the beasts. The wolves did the same, quickly surrounding him and attacking. A quiet yelp left Gyutaro's lips as one of the wolves jumped onto his back, biting him until fresh, warm blood stained the fabric of his worn down yukata. With a swift movement, Gyutaro threw the animal off his body, cutting it with his sickle as a warning. You could only watch in horror as the wolves pounded at him in a group attack, causing the demon to defend himself on his own.

With a soft gulp, you grabbed a fallen branch that was buried in the snow nearby, hitting some of the wolves with it, trying to help Gyutaro out , until the animals got their attention back on you. Well, not until Gyutaro attacked them again, sending a few of them flying. Some of the wolves hit the trees nearby, whining pathetically and backing away, giving up.

You felt relieved, the danger ran away and you were safe! You were safe…thanks to him. As you turned your head towards Gyutaro, your eyes widened, seeing the monster falling down onto the ground, staining some of the snow with his blood. For a moment you thought about running when he wasn't able to chase you down, but after a moment you abandoned that idea, instead coming up closer to him. You could see that he was in pain, no matter how calm he tried to stay, he was hurting. Carefully, you came closer to him, bringing his body towards yours, wanting to support and lead him back to the castle. As you began walking, you felt him clinging to you like a scared child, you didn't blame him for it tho. This was a hard day for the both of you, all that was left to do is getting back to the castle, which seemed to be a difficult task, but it had to be done. You couldn't just leave him to die here, and you couldn't let yourself die either, so you stepped forward, slowly making your way back to the castle that you so badly wanted to escape earlier.

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Aaaand— we're done here! Thank you for reading! I have some good news, because the next chapters will contain fluff and some romance! Finally!!!

But for now, I wish you all good day/night!

[that-trans-autistic-guy]

Even More DBD as Incorrect Quotes from a Random Generator

Charles: So like, how far do you think the distance is from that window to the ground? Edwin: Enough.

Crystal: I never said I was gonna get back together with them. But I was thinking, they're in town, would it be the worst thing in the world if I gave them a call? Jenny: No. No, Crystal, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. It would be the fourth worst thing. Number one: a super volcano. Number two: an asteroid hits the Earth. Number three: All the Evel Knievel movies are lost. Number four: Person F calls Person C. Number five: Niko gets eaten by a shark. Niko: I’m Niko, and I approve the order of that list.

Charles: Some people are like slinkies. Edwin: What? Charles: Not really good for much but bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs. Edwin: Edwin: Please don't push the Cat King down the stairs. Charles, pushing the Cat King down the stairs: Too late.

Crystal: If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're impressed. Edwin: But you do know better.

Edwin: Ew. What kind of tea is this? Charles: I boiled gatorade.

Niko: Are you mad? Jenny: No. Niko: So sharpening your knives at 3 in the morning is just a hobby?

Charles: What the fuck is with english teachers and being like; "write a story about a deep and personal memory that impacted your life". Ma'am, if I do that you're going to send me to the counselor's office.

Crystal and Charles: Isn't it amazing how I can feel so bad and still look so good?

Charles: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait. Edwin: You and me. Charles: *tearing up* Ok.

Crystal: Hey, can I get a sip of that water? Esther: It’s not water. Crystal: Vodka! I like your sty- Esther: It’s vinegar. Crystal: …What? Esther: It's vinegar, PUSSY.

Charles: Underestimate me. That'll be fun.

Edwin: Welcome to Fucking Applebees, do you want apples or bees? Crystal: Bees? Edwin: THEY HAVE SELECTED THE BEES! Crystal: Wait- *Charles approaches, shaking a jar of bees menacingly*

Jenny: What’s something you guys are better than Edwin at? Crystal: Mario Kart. Charles: Yeah, video games. Niko: Emotional vulnerability.

Charles: So apparently the "bad vibes" I've been feeling are actually "Severe psychological distress."

Charles: You're a lying piece of shit! Crystal: Oh yeah? You're the idiot that thinks you can get away with everything you do, WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD! Edwin: I'm leaving and I'm taking Niko with me! Jenny, gathering cards: Aaaaand that's enough Monopoly for today.

Charles: If you were to have sex with any insect scaled up to human size, what would it be? Jenny: What the hell is wrong with you?

Charles, about Edwin: I would never say that my partner is a bitch and I don’t don’t like them. That’s not true… My partner is a bitch and I like them so much!

Esther: *writing a letter* Esther: Dear Santa, I'm writing to let you know I've been naughty... And it was worth it you fat, judgemental bastard.

Charles: How do those little boys on XBOX parties always know what slur to call you? Crystal: They're empaths.

Charles: Mama. Just killed a man. Charles: Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger now he's dead. Charles: MAMAAAAAAAA OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Edwin: What?! Let me hide the body, where is it? Is there anyone around that can hear us? Edwin: ...Are those song lyrics? Charles: Those are song lyrics.

Crystal: What’s the straightest thing you’ve ever done? Edwin: *sighs* Edwin: I killed a man.

Edwin: Unfortunately, due to several experiences in my youth, I cannot just 'walk up and join a circle of people talking', but it does sound lovely, thank you.

Edwin: What's this? Charles, hugging Edwin: Affection! Edwin: Disgusting. Edwin: ...Do it again.

Edwin: If you've ever had a crush on me, god bless your poor, misguided heart.

Crystal: I'm gonna need a human skull but you can't ask why. Edwin: Only if you also don't ask why. Edwin: *pulls four pristine human skulls out of their bag* Crystal: ... Crystal, grabbing a skull: This one will do.

Niko: Source? Crystal: Divine intuition.

Crystal: Made you all playlists! Crystal: Jenny, yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul. Crystal: Edwin, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression. Crystal: And Niko has the ABBA Gold album.

Charles, to Niko: You know, the Cat King can be really aggressive, so it's important to take all the necessary precautions when approaching. Charles: *blows airhorn at the Cat King* GET FUCKED!

Niko: Croissants: dropped Charles: Road: works ahead Crystal: BBQ sauce: on my titties Monty: Shavacado: fre Jenny: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead Edwin: Edwin: ...I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.